#the fcking princess hair

[anneboleynqueen]

They’re SIXing it up. I’ve never disliked the musical but if this is the influence it has on future documentaries and adaptations...

So they’ve been promoting with “Anne as you’ve never seen her before” bs but they’re opening with the same old “Anne was the intelligent one while Mary was wh*ring around the french court”. 🙃

I’m confused with Anne talking straight at as. I heard not so good things about the recent Persuasion adaption. Was it as bad? Poor Phoebe Waller-Bridge, hope she doesn’t know about this. 

[yioh]

are all disney fans racist….. really starting to make sense now 💀

[jyoongim]

I have a request that has been sparked to life by that demon form!alastor fic you posted (thanks to you and anon who requested btw, i've now unlocked the monster fcker kink i never knew i would ever have but that's beside the point)

Anyway the request is simply: Alastor hate fcking reader 😇

{I had no idea what to really do with this so I’m sorry if its not up to expectation}

Morningstar!Reader x Alastor

Themes: 18+ SMUT SMUT SMUT!!! hate fucking, humiliation, pet play, power play, face fucking, horn grabbing, tail pulling, creampie, biting/marking/claiming, I’m probably missing something but just know its NASTY 

Alastor hated you.

The moment you came to visit Charlie and told her you would help, he hated you.

He hated how you carried yourself with such grace and dignity.

Hated how you remained in control no matter what.

He hated the power you wielded.

He hated you.

At least that’s what he likes to tell himself.

He let out a deep growl as your cunt fluttered around him; coating him in creamy slick.

You let out a soft whine as he lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, causing your cunt to take him deeper at the new angle

”A-Ala-stor!”

He hated how pretty you looked under him, face flushed and eyes scarlet.

If this is what heaven looked like, he would claim redemption right now.

“All that talk about redemption and look at you” he sneered with a harsh thrust “Cummin’ on a demon’s cock like a common whore” another thrust as he leaned his face down to yours, long tongue licking up your face.

You growled and with some force willed yourself to roll the two of you over with you on top. You moaned as you sunk down on his cock, head thrown back in ecstasy.

Alastor let you seek your pleasure, head tilting as he watched you grind against him.

what a needy little thing you were

You gasped as you were yanked forward roughly, confused, your eyes drift down to see a smirking Alastor. You made an effort to try and lean back, to ease the drag of his cock against your insides, but Alastor had a steel grip on your horns.

He sneered up at you as he pounded up into your soppy heat.

”Always in need to be in control, but dont worry ill fix that”

A clawed finger found your puffy clit, rubbing tight circles into the little nub.

You thrashed your head to get him off but Alastor had a grip and the force of your struggle made you topple over and slip of his cock.

Crashing onto your side, you tried to regain your balance but let out  yelp as a weight crashed onto your back, hauling your hips up, forcing you into an arch.

Clawed hands mended your ass, taking moment to appreciate your form.

A slap to your ass made you jolt.

then another and another.

You whined at the stinging sensation that burned your ass.

A hand grabbed your swishing tail and yanked you back, his dick slapping against your weeping cunt.

”You’re no different from a common sinner” he dipped his tip inside you.

”Nothing but a pretty pet waiting to be ruined”with another yank of your tail, you were impaled on his cock.

He hissed as he bottomed out, wrapping your tail around his wrist as he gave you a few harsh thrusts.

H wanted to ruin you.

To break that heavenly persona you held onto.

Filling you to the hilt, he set a harsh pace.

Reveling in your wanton cries and moans.

”this cunt was made to be ruined” Alastor growled setting a hand on your back to keep you arched as he pounded your poor cunt.

You clawed at the silk sheets beneath you, trying to find an anchor in the midst of him fucking you.

”Ah Ah darling” a hand found your hair and pulled, bending your head back to hear your delicious cries.

”You’re gonna take everything i give you”

”You’ll let all of Hell hear that one of its princesses be treated like a wanton slut”

”That a demon such as myself was the only one who has the right to fuck you into submission”

each humiliating taunt was greeted with a powerful thrust and a sickening squish of your wet heat.

Sharp teeth nipped at your shoulder.

”You’ll cum on my cock and sing your praise of gratitude that it is me that allowed you such a courtesy.” You whimpered as his thrusts felt like they were trying to burrowing into your very soul.

There was a ring of cream forming at the base of his cock.

Alastor chuckled deeply “You like that my dear? You want me to claim this cunt as mine so all of Hell know who bred this cunt?”

You sobbed as your orgasm ripped through you, moaning as he rapidly thrusted into your pussy.

”P-please” you whined through clenched teeth, feeling him hit that sweet spot inside you repeatedly.

”What was that? I couldn’t hear you”

He was using your tail to pull your against his thrusts, never slowing down.

”P-plea-Please cum in me…FUCk! Alastor!”

You gasped as he buried his cock deep inside you and emptied his cum inside your welcoming heat.

You felt a string snap and roared as trickles of your slick dripped down your thighs.

Alastor sunk his teeth in your shoulder and rusted into you as he rode out both of your releases.

Releasing your tail and hair, you shook on the bed in the aftermath of your fucking.

Panting you tried to regain your breathing.

You weakly protested as he flipped you onto your back, scurrying up your body til his cock laid on your lips.

Your eyes widened and you glanced up at him.

Alastor grinned at you

”I’m not done with you pet” he smeared your lips with your combined juices.

“Open those pretty lips” a hand forced your jaws apart and he purred as he sunk into your throat.

Taking your horns, he used them to bob you along his cock.

Your jaws ached, throat burning as he pounded your throat.

You gagged around him, but that didn’t deter him.

The sight of you swallowing his dick sent him over the edge and with a twitch of his dick, you whined as he spilled into your throat.

”that’s it. Take it. Swallow every drop i give you”

some of his cum spilled from your lips and you whined as he stayed buried to the hilt.

Satisfied, Alastor slid out of throat and grabbed your face, sneering

”despite your irritating presence, you will make a fine pet…yes my own personal little Hell slut”  

[plutoswritingplanet]

Hand That Feeds (Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Female!Reader) pt. 2

a/n: this one's a bit shorter, next one will have smut, i am so fcking sleepy writing this i'll have to check tomorrow it this isn't a hallucination

Warnings: Horny Violence, Blood and Guts, Suggestive Themes, we're on a steady route to pound town

Summary: Cooper catches his prize, but an uninvited guest puts a strain on an already rocky relationship. Cross-Posted on AO3

PT. 1

You must be a Vault Dweller. Truly. There is no other way to explain the utter lack of self-preservation skills.

Cooper finds you almost immediately after the sun sets. He can see the flickering light of your small bonfire through the trees, and languidly, he stalks forwards, opting to stay in the shadows to observe you a moment longer. 

You're sitting on the ground, back leaning against a destroyed carcass of a plane. Hair pushed out of your face, Cooper can see the flames illuminating your focused expression with warm light. Once again, he's struck by this seemingly regal air around you. Like you've been raised in a castle, far from this fucked up place, that is now his home. A princess, stuck in harsh reality. Eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip tucked hard between your teeth, you seem to be pondering over something.

With quick motions, you take your messenger bag, opening it and dumping its contents onto the ground in front of you. It's somewhat hard to see, but the sound of small glass bottles knocking into each other is telling enough. 

Taking stock of your inventory, you begin to tuck everything back into the bag. Chems upon chems, RadAway, RadX, quite the little drug library, and Cooper's eyes immediately lock onto his most sought after, amber liquid. Why would a Smoothie like you need any of that stuff is beyond him. He hasn't seen any Ghouls in the small town you hail from. 

Perks of the job, he thinks to himself, as you stack away at least five vials.

At the last bottle, you hesitate, bringing it up towards the light, and looking at it with a worried expression. The liquid swirls inside, and Cooper watches from the shadows, as you press the cold glass against your forehead in a motion eerily reminding him of a prayer. Your shoulders shudder, and Cooper's mangled ears strain, as he sees your mouth move.

- Let me be brave - you whisper to the vial, like some ancient spell, and something new tightens in his chest, something he immediately brushes away.

Then, he sees you lift a very familiar piece of equipment, putting it on your wrist, and begin to tweak something in the controls. A Pip-Boy. Old and battered, but apparently still working. All his confusing feelings are wiped clean in an instant. Now, he's truly intrigued. The clasps seem slightly too big for your hand, and the device slides the length of your arm, as you move. 

You sigh, heavily, then press something, and the Geiger meter clicks to life, picking up on stray radiation. Cooper feels his muscles tense, knowing all too well, why the device has activated so rapidly. As a Ghoul, he leaves a trail of radiation, that follows him wherever he goes. He wasn't particularly aware, that a Pip-Boy could pick up on it, but he wasn't surprised either.

 The sound makes you freeze in your spot. Slowly, you scan the area, your hand extended towards the darkening outline of the surrounding trees. As your hand passes by the place Cooper has chosen as his hiding spot, the meter grows louder. 

Jumping to your feet, you raise the blasted thing in front of you, your other hand tugging at the waistband of your skirt, freeing your trusted kitchen knife. As if to double-check, you put your hand somewhere to the back, listening to the quiet cracking noise. 

You can't fully confirm your suspicions on time, as Cooper springs to action. 

A thick line of rope falls over your shoulders, and before you have the chance to react, the loop around you tightens. Your entire body is tugged with surprising force in the direction of the treeline. Loosing your footing, you collapse onto the damp forest floor, chin scraping in the process. The yelp of shock tearing out of your throat, rings through the surrounding area, before you literally, eat dirt. The force of the impact wrenches the knife from your hand, as it bends at an uncomfortable angle. The weapon lands somewhere in the grass, the blade reflecting the flames.

Wiggling like a worm, trying to free yourself from the bounds, you notice a pair of well-worn shoes entering your vision. They cross the remaining distance, stopping just short of your head. Knees crack as your attacker squats down, before taking your hair into a hard grip and lifting your head from the dirt. 

Your face twists in pain, neck craning uncomfortably, and with an overwhelming feeling of finality, your eyes land onto the face of a ghoul. The Ghoul. He turns his head slightly to the side with the meanes of grins, before letting go of your hair, your head falling back into the dirt. 

- Oh, motherfucker - you groan, pulling your legs up, and attempting to get up.

- Stay down - the Ghoul's voice is rough and biting, and sudden pressure on your back pins you to the ground. - Do you know how fuckin' stupid it is, to light a fire in the wilderness? Any unsightly character could pick you off in seconds. 

Spitting out stray clumps of earth and grass from your mouth, you scoff at his scolding tone.

- Thankfully, there are no unsightly characters here, huh? 

- Oh, I wouldn't say that, sweetheart. - the bounty hunter tugs the toe of his shoe under your side, and kicks up, turning your body.

You roll onto your back, throwing a nasty look at the Ghoul, as he secures the loop of his lasso. His eyes reflect the light in the most haunting of ways, and you squirm under his gaze, which drags itself across your body, stopping briefly at the tips of your breasts, peaking from under your shirt. Swallowing thickly, your muscles relax, in hopes of loosening the rope. It barely gives, but your limbs recover some wiggle room. 

Cooper blinks, his head jerking to the side, and only as he brings his hand up, do you register the gun in his hand. Making sure you can see it, he turns towards your messenger bag, grabbing it from the ground where you left it. 

He sits down, somewhere outside your field of vision, and you risk pulling yourself up into a sitting position. He doesn't seem to mind it now, too busy with rummaging through your belongings. Finally, he pulls out a vial of amber liquid, watching it swirl in the flickering light of the bonfire. 

- Now - Cooper starts, as he grabs the inhaler from his pocket, inserting the vial into it - Why would a backwoods healer have something like this on 'er?

Rolling your shoulders ever so slightly, the rope slides further down your arms, and you regard the Ghoul with a venomous rendition of a "are you fucking dumb?" look. Which he doesn't appreciate. His hands tremble, as he closes his mouth over the inhaler, taking a long hit, draining the entire vial. You try very hard, not to notice the low moan flowing out of him, as the drug enters his system. Or the way his eyes flutter blissfully for just a second. 

- You never know, who might be needing help... - you mutter, wincing at the biting pain in your limbs.

- Well ain't that considerate of you - he coughs into his gloved hand, before sighing deeply, his head reclining back against the plane's exterior, his eyes closed.

From where you're sitting, he looks weirdly handsome. Rugged and very much Ghoul-like, but handsome nonetheless. The skin of his neck is pulled taunt, and in the flickering light of a dying bonfire, you can see a myriad of scars, littering any surface of his skin that's visible. Still, there were other matters at hand, that needed your attention, and you try to shift in your seat as quietly as possible, slowly but surely sliding the rope down your body. 

- Next time you try to run away, I'll shoot you - your efforts are stilled by his warning tone, and by the way he waves his gun at you, you know he'll make good on this promise.

- Thought you needed me in good condition.

To that, he finally throws you a look from under his cowboy hat. 

- Good... - he confirms, his other hand slowly shortening the length of the rope connecting the both of you - Ain't the same as mint. 

The loop suddenly digs further into your flesh, and you grunt at the uncomfortable feeling of the rough rope scratching at your exposed upper arms. 

Unfortunately, he's right. During your time as the local healer, you've done many questionable things to ensure the well-being of the town. One of those things, was dealing with organ harvesters. You've only bought a limb or a finger, every once in a while, as if that was some consolation for your darkened soul. Those moments quickly taught you, that something being good was most certainly not the same as ideal. Or mint, as your captor has supplied. 

- You a Vault-Dweller? - the Ghoul finally asks, breaking the small spell of silence between you.

The question doesn't surprise you, and you lift the Pip-Boy as far up, as the lasso allows you. Which isn't a lot. 

- Nah - the flames dance on your suddenly melancholic expression, and Cooper drinks it all up, curiosity spiking with each new information - My mother was. She ran away from her Vault when she was a teenager and joined the Brotherhood soon after. 

- The Brotherhood doesn't recruit women - Cooper turns his body towards you, fishing for lies like a shark sniffing for blood. 

- Oh, it doesn't? - your lips pull back into a teasing smile, which perhaps isn't the smartest thing to do, but entertainment is scarce in the Wastelands, and you're determined to have some fun - She posed as a man for years, picked up a job as a medic.

Cooper hums to himself, inviting you to elaborate with an inclination of his head. 

- There, she met my father - you continue, looking over at the last glowing embers of the bonfire - They were discovered, court martialed for treason. They escaped together and had me somewhere along the way.

Your Pip-Boy still cracks, the radiation emanating from the Ghoul making the Geiger meter go haywire. With soft eyes, your hand traces the outline of the screen, watching the way green light dances on your fingers. 

- The forbidden love of the Wasteland - you sigh into the silence - Sounds like a title of some romance novel, no?

- Or a bad porno - Cooper grumbles, rolling his eyes.

- What's a porno?

His head snaps towards you in record speed, a myriad of emotions running through his mangled expression. It settles on deep annoyance, when he notices the sly smirk on your lips, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. 

- Gotcha - your attempt at finger guns is pathetic at best.

- Oh, you think you're a fucking comedian, huh? - the bounty hunter asks, a slight amused tint to his words, which you consider to be a small victory.

- That's why they put a bounty on me - you giggle - I'm too damned funny. 

- Shut it.

The sudden change in his tone catches you off guard, and you cock an eyebrow at him, confused. The Ghoul looks much more tense than seconds ago, his hand tightening around his gun. One of his legs kicks up a pile of dirt, smothering the dying embers of the bonfire, as he leans forward, seemingly ready to jump. 

- Had I known you were such a buzz kill...-

You're not allowed to finish, as the Ghoul basically throws himself in your direction. Your yelp is cut short with a piece of flimsy cloth being shoved into your mouth. A series of muffled sounds, vaguely resembling "is this my robe?" escape you, and the Ghoul pushed against your head, until you fall back down onto the ground. 

His body is hot against yours, as he covers you entirely with his weight. It's quite difficult to breathe through the makeshift gag and the overwhelming scent of blood, gunpowder, and the sickly sweet undertone of rot. As well as the unfamiliar feeling of having someone so close. You were a hermit after all. 

- I said, shut the fuck up - he whispers harshly into your ear, and you shiver underneath him, as his chest rises and falls against your back. 

Then, a sound somewhere close to the forest line makes your head whip in its direction. Cracking of twigs and heavy footsteps, coming closer and closer with clear determination. 

- Healer? - your entire body stiffens, as a familiar voice rings out through the trees. - Are you alright, Healer?

Benny. The same Benny, which led this damned bounty hunter right to your doorstep is currently making his merry way towards the both of you. Your eyes follow the way the Ghoul's thumb loads the pistol with a click of finality, and suddenly new energy floods your system.

- Stop fucking moving - Cooper grounds down on his teeth, as you attempt to free yourself from both his grip, and the lasso's.

Images of Benny, bloodied and dead, flash through your mind, and despite your lack of any sympathy towards the man, you don't want to see it. So, you start to move again, violently shaking under the Ghoul, forcing the lasso to slide from your body. Your hips jerk from the ground, bucking into him like a wild animal, and somewhere behind your ear, you can hear him suck in a sharp breath. Which you have no time to dwell upon. Your tongue fights against the fabric of your robe, and after a second you're able to spit it out.

- Don't shoot him - you plead feverishly, hands gripping the Ghoul's forearm - I'll talk to him, he'll leave. Just don't shoot him, please.

Cooper looks down at you, his eyes hard on your face, as he watches out for any signs of deceit. Then, he presses his lips into a thin line.

- Make it quick, or I'll pop his head clean off his shoulders. - southern accent floods every syllable, and were you not fighting to save a life (again), you would've blushed.

- Yes, thank you. I'll be quick. Thank you. - words spill out of you like a broken faucet, whispered into the space between your bodies, as the bounty hunter tugs off the loop of his lasso. 

You take a moment to steady yourself, as he drags you up with him, hand twisted into the front of your shirt. Still a little stunned, you allow him to manoeuvre you, turning your body in his grasp, until your back is pressed flush against his front. 

Strong arm sneaks over your shoulders, hand clasping around the column of your throat, while the other one waits just outside of your vision. The barrel of the gun rests between your shoulder and your neck, and the coolness of the metal causes a myriad of goosebumps to erupt across your skin. 

- I'm here Benny - you call out, praying to anything that would listen, that your plan would work - Come out, slowly. 

To his credit, Benny has always been quite good at following directions. There weren't many attributes about him either way, a bit dim in the head, a bit too heroic. 

And definitely a bit too quick to pull out a gun.

Which is what he does as soon as he sees your peculiar situation. The Ghoul drums his fingers against your pulse point, and Benny approaches, a simple shotgun in front of him.

- What the hell...?

- Benny, I need you to listen to me - your voice sounds way too panicked, and you swallow hard to fake some illusion of control over this situation - I need you to turn around, and leave.

- But, there's a Ghoul with a gun behind you, Healer.

You nearly jump out of your skin, when you feel the hot breath of your unwanted companion on the back of your neck. You can almost imagine his chapped lips, so close to your skin.

- Time's a tickin', sweetheart - he whispers, and your blood runs cold in your veins. 

- He's a - you swallow, mouth going dry in an instant - He's my friend. Who's getting very anxious with the trigger, Benny, so please, just go home. 

Deep down inside you know there is no scenario, where the farmer leaves alive. He signed his death warrant the moment he stepped out of the shadows, yet for some unknown reason, that just makes you fight against the odds harder. Call it dumb optimism, perhaps you're possessed by your mother's spirit. Or perhaps the chems have finally scrambled your brains for good. 

- He's not looking very friendly - Benny's gun sways slightly, as he tries to keep it raised, muscles evidently straining against the weight - He's the guy that shot Pete.

Oh for fucks sake, your whole body starts shaking at this point, heart thrumming in your chest like a moth batting against a lampshade. You can feel the Ghoul smirk against the skin of your shoulder, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. His thumb presses slightly into your pulse, feeling it run rampant against his finger. 

- Please - somehow you hope the desperation in your voice will be enough - Please, leave. Benny, please.

Benny looks between you and the Ghoul peaking over your trembling form. You can see his brain working overtime, scrunched eyebrows, smacking of the lips. You're only praying it's working in the right direction. Then, some idea flashes across his expression, and you know in the hollow of your stomach, that this is his end.

- If I save you, will you marry me? - he asks, looking at you with the utmost hopeful expression.

- ...what?

Confusion doesn't even fully register in your mind, as the deafening sound of a gun being fired nearly blows up your eardrums. At first you're not sure, what you're looking at. Where there used to be Benny, now there's a carcass, mangled and bloody. It's hard to figure out, where individual parts of his body are, some bones sticking out from the chunky mush. A spray of red falls onto your face like a morning mist, and the scent of iron and gunpowder is stunning your senses. 

You can't move. Eyes glued to what once used to Benny, you don't even notice, as the Ghoul removes himself from you, placing the lasso over your head and around your body. The loop is secured tightly, and the bounty hunter tugs on it a couple of times, just to test its durability. Then, lazily, he picks up your messenger bag, swinging it over his shoulder. 

- The first time he came to me for help, he tried to domesticate a rad roach - you mutter absentmindedly, not caring if your unwanted companion is hearing you - Wanted it to help with the farm work. I had to stitch half his left side. 

- Stupid life deserves a stupid death.

- You're a fucking monster - you spit out, the feeling of Benny's blood on your lips almost making you gag.

Apparently, the Ghoul takes offense to that, because almost instantly, he's in front of you, his hand gripping your throat, and pushing you hard against the metal plating of the destroyed plane. Stars erupt behind your eyelids, as your head knocks hard into the wall, pain barely registering under the confusion.

- I have been more than accommodating to you, little princess - the Ghoul snarls in your direction, but all you can focus on, is his other hand, grabbing your bruised chin - I've entertained your little medical escapade, I let you negotiate with that dimwit over there.

The warmth of his body suffocates you stronger than any hand around your throat. You can't decide on the color of his eyes, as they seem to shift between amber and green, and completely black. Your mouth opens just a smidge, as you try to defend yourself in any way, but before you can speak, the Ghoul shoves two gloved fingers into your mouth, silencing you in an instant. 

- I could be so much worse, darlin', and I don't think you would like that - his voice lowers itself barely above a whisper, and he watches your expression shift under his grip.

You can't help it, really, the way your body reacts to this rough manhandling. It's not like you could predict being pinned to a wall by a stranger would make your thighs press together. Cooper looks down. He smiles like a cat, that's just found the fattest of mice, when his eyes drag back up to your face. 

- Or perhaps you would - his knee presses against the middle of your thighs, just short of forcing them apart, and you gasp around his fingers.

As if nothing has happened, he pulls away, so suddenly, you nearly fall over. His gloved hand glistens with your saliva, and gracefully, he wipes it clean on your shirt. Blushed, panting, and very angry at this turn of events, you stare daggers at him, as he tugs at the lasso, forcing you to start moving.  

- What is your name? - you demand, blood running hot and defiant in your veins. 

Cooper stares for just a moment too long. The way you seem to bristle in rage, even though that farmer truly was stupid, and you know it too. He likes the way your eyes harden, the way your jaw sets, when you realize this is no longer fun and games. When you recognize, how dangerous he can be, how mean and ruthless. He'd be a fool not to admit it,  it makes him feel powerful, revered. 

And the undertone of humiliation running through the length of your spine is just such a delicious addition. Almost better than chems. Almost more addicting.

Lips tugging back into a nasty smirk, he appraises you with his gaze, surprised when your resolve seems to harden even more. 

- You, Healer - your title sounds wrong coming from his thin lips, worse than any other time you've heard it - Can call me "sir".

Something akin to disgust runs through your expression, and you turn away with a grumble. 

- Fat fucking chance.

[bluejutdae]

Omfg little-girl-dad!changbin who tires on a tutu and can hardly pas it through his dad bod so you BOTH laugh it off but inside you are fcking dying and want to jump on him and give him more children?

Or little-boy-dad!changbin who teaches his son how buff fcking arms like his and a dad bod are superior to just simple toned body body/six-pack??

Just imagining super big dad!changbin caring for his children and fighting the urge to jump on him, to give him more children bc im olso pretty sure changbin olso loves a little manhandling...

-🫶

Are you in my brain? My walls?

No bc I’m not even that big on kids but dad!Changbin is so mouthwatering—

girl-dad!Changbin with a tutu and a pink bow in his hair, going to “me and Daddy” ballet classes just to hear his princess laugh at him, always buying her ice cream after class, so they can gossip and have some more time together.

girl-dad!Changbin insisting on dressing as Anna so his daughter can dress as Elsa, going together to the movies, buying two big buckets of pop corn cause he can never say no to his baby.

girl-dad!Changbin surprising you with the tutu one night your daughter is sleeping over at the grandparents’, pink tutu over black boxers, and you can hear his giggles even before he enters the room. After a (surprisingly good) pirouette and an exaggerated bow, he’s laughing so hard he has to hold on the wall. He’s so perfect, you love him immensely…

boy-dad!Changbin reading to his son every night, stories about kind princes and loyal knights, making voices and roaring for the dragons. Never hiding his high pitched giggles, teaching his son being a boy, and later a man, doesn’t mean you have to be tough and rude, but being someone reliable, trustworthy.

boy-dad!Changbin teaching him to play soccer, swimming, taekwondo, and infinite other sports, hiding his competitiveness, so his kid won’t think he has to win to be loved.

boy-dad!Changbin coming back home all excited because your son scored the most goals during soccer practice, a bit sweaty cause he run along the field all the time, cheering for your beautiful son. You can’t help but kiss him deeply because he’s the best dad ever…

[kpopcafeeee]

I have eyes everywhere-yuta

Paring: Nakamoto Yuta x fem!reader

Warnings: mafia! Yuta x sly and innocent reader smut, giving head(m receiving), hair pulling, face fcking degration, overstimulation, orgasm, pet names (princess reader gets called slut 3 times blah blah that all folks

Summary: you went out with your friends without telling your mafia boyfriend Yuta or sharing your location because you guys got into a argument but that’s ok cause he has eye’s everywhere so it doesn’t take that long for him to find you dancing with some random guy 🫣

A/N: I think i had to much fun with this story I might make a series about this one I think but I like Yuta mafia stories they are just so…ENTERTAINING😏 and I really hope I did a good job on this one and I’ll be doing tag lists if you guys want too:)

ENJOYYYYY😏😏😏

It all started when you and Yuta got into a fight on the phone because he said he couldn’t make it to movie night and he was sorry, this was the fourth time he canceled on you and you were sick of so while he was talking you hanged up in his face “asshole” you mumbled under your breath you walk into you guys closet to find you a dress until you came across yutas favorite dress that you wore on you guys first night it was short and it showed a lot of cleavage you had told your friends you changed your mind about going with them, you grabbed your purse and made your way to your friends car that was parked outside you and Yuta house, “OMG Y/N YOU LOOK SO GOOD” one of your friends said “thank you” you say, once you guys made into the club it was kinda loud and you liked it, you started dancing on the dance floor with some guy he had his hands on your waist if Yuta was here and he this he woulda killed the guy and oh boy he was, he was watching the whole scene unfold right in front of him

He was literally seeing red he started to walk up to you and the guy and grabbed your wrist and pulled you beside him he was squeezing your wrist so hard that you swear it would leave a mark tomorrow “ow Yuta” you said to him looking up at him “don’t fucking ow me you slut” Yuta said “let go of her man” the rando said to Yuta, but Yuta didn’t instead he punched the dude and walked out of the club pulling you by your wrist he pushed you into the car and walked over to the driver seat and started the car, he was still seeing red, you knew that dancing with some other guy would piss him off and get his attention but you kinda felt bad do the dude that got punched and you really wanted to say sorry but Yuta pulled you out the club before you could say anything else

“Your in big trouble slut” Yuta said to you as he’s pulling into the driveway you look at him with innocent eyes “why?” You said you knew why and you wanted this to happen you liked when he did you rough until you had tears coming down your you’re face “don’t fucking act innocent” you both go out the car and when you do hes already pulling you by your wrist again, he sits on the couch while your standing in front of him “take it off” you didn’t waste no time taking your dress of course you liked how he demanded you take it off “sit on your knees” he spreads his legs and you don’t take no time doing that either, you put your hand on his bulge and starts rubbing bulge through his pants you look up at him with those sweet innocent eyes

“Fuck” he curses you pulled his pants and briefs down enough to release his fully hard cock out you felt arousal pooling in your stomach you were already wet from the start and he knew that, you started sucking his tip your about touch your wet cunt until he slaps your hand away and you hiss at the contact, you start taking him all the way in your mouth he grunts when you do you slowly go up and down until he bucks his hips up and grips your hair and starts fucking your face as he does this tears are brimming your eyes and you mascara is messy but you like it he fucks your face a few more times until he cums in your mouth “sallow” he says you sallow is cum and shows him how your mouth has no cum in it “get up” you get up from off the floor your knees red and hurting you knew it would leave some kind of mark tomorrow

He pulls you down on his dick without any kind of practice, he holds your hips in and starts fucking into he grips your hips tightly as you moan his name “y-Yuta” you said your brain was turning into mush as he was fucking into your cunt “you like that slut?” He said instead of answering you nodded quickly he slaps your ass “use your words” he says “y-yes” you say as your trying your best not to cum then and there “I-I’m going to cum” that earns you a slap to your cunt, you moan his name at the contact “don’t you dare cum yet” you trying your best, tears coming down your cheeks (face) after a few minutes “can I cum Yuta” you say in half moan and he smirks “cum for me princess” so you cummed he starts to slow down to let you ride out your high he was almost there and after a few fucks he cums inside of you “have you learned your lesson y/n?” He says raising a eyebrow at you “y-yes Yuta” you mumbled “wanna take a bath and then watch a movie?” He says you two happily go into the bath and watched that movie

At least you got a good fuck and a movie after

END OF STORYYY

I hoped you liked it 😏

By: kpopcafeeee

[ineedjesusverymuch]

Diabolik lovers headcanons pt. 4

Hi! After that huge response my other post got, I decided to write more/be more active on here. I really enjoy writing my thoughts on just about anything regarding dl out and it makes me happy that so many people liked my post!

Although that big of a response was quite a shock. Seemed that I did not, in fact, yell into the void that time :).

Though I am not sure if that post did anything different, I'll continue posting on here no matter how big the response is. If I can make even one person happy with those posts, (including me) I'll keep on writing those silly headcanons of vampires that do not exist. :)

I am going to focus more on the mukamis and Yui in this post since the last one was almost only the Sakamakis.

⚠anything triggering will be marked like this: ❗trigger❗

⚠I am going to briefly discuss childhood trauma and depression.

As always, I'll try to stay at least a little bit true to the source material.

Asks are always appreciated!

This time, I rambled quite a bit about Azusa ':)

headcanons under the cut⬇

Firstly, Yui. Our dear heroine who deserves just about everything!

Really good at dancing those old, classical ballroom dances. She had a few lessons by Ayato (who spent the entire time giving his best not stomping on Yui's feet) and Reiji (whose lesson was the most horrifying experience she had ever had)

After those lessons, she refined her skills. Ayato is quite a good dancer, so she had someone to practice with.

Her best dances are waltz and rumba

Ayato is literally not physically able to stop watching her when dancing together. Never has he seen someone that beautiful (I stand by Ayato being totally besottet by Yui)

Her style is so coquetteish, old fairy tale princess, etherial soul, cottage core - genuinely dresses like a pinterest board

Really fcking pretty??? I don't get why the boys humble her all the time

Immune to pretty boys/play boys. She has seen it all.

really adores bunnies. Lionheads? She'd like a dozen of them.

Had at one point a guinea pig. It died and her father buried it and told her that a fairy had taken it to be her loyal companion. Yui believed it until she was like 16 years.

Her hair has those light curls and feels like the softest thing ever

The clasp in her hair is not the only flowery hair adornment she has, Yui loves to wear different clasps on special occasions

Definitely got gifted a hair pin with rose details from Subaru at one point

Best friends with Subaru. They like to spend quality time caring for his flowers and Yui is allowed to brush his hair on tare occasions.

Shu tried to teach her the violin once and she was horrible at it (but flute was her thing)

Has those shirts with horribly kitsch prints on them but no one says anything to her because she loves them so much

She has thought a lot about her faith since being with the Sakamakis. Read a lot about her god and the different religions.

Has though about studying theology and psychology in University

collects squishmallows

wears those light perfumes that smell like vanilla and flowers occasionally

Everyone turns their head when they first see Yui

Etherial beauty

Smells like vanilla. It's because she uses those body lotions and a lightly scented hair mist

Ayato goes mad at the smell

Ayato genuinely loves Yui. Just her, living her life. He adores her.

Also; Ayato is a himbo.

Dumb and dumber duo

Subaru teaches her material art as defense for anything coming at her

Natural at fighting

Decked Ayato in the face once as he materialized out of thin air behind her

Knocked him unconscious

Laito laughed for literal hours at the though of Ayato getting knocked out by Yui

Her dream is living in peace with eveyone she loves

Had an actual talk with Ayato at some point. They are a healthy couple now (No, I do not care about the canon. They're in love your highness)

Goes to therapy. She decided to after nightmares regarding her early days with the boys

Also, scared that Cordelia will come back at one point and take her body over completely

Yui is the nicest person ever

Will talk with you about everything you'd like

Gentle soul.

Gives great hugs?? Knows how to comfort someone who's feeling bad

She's not only good at baking but also at making those highly decorated cakes and cupcakes. Kanato begs her for themed cupcakes as soon as autumn starts and Halloween decorations appear

next, Ruki.

Eats way too much dark chocolate

We're talking about two entire bars minimum a day

Coffee junkie

Has a disproportionately large consume of anything caffeinated

Wears the same crusty, dry eyeliner since 1990

Refuses to buy a new one since "the old one still works" (it does not)

flirts with Reiji. Its so obvious that even Yuma has realized it

(Reiji is oblivious to it)

Academically speaking, really good at the natural sciences.

Fcking sucks at english though

Studies quite a lot, Ruki despises being on the same level as Reiji

Bad loser

Will be sulky after losing a game of Uno

Definitely cheats at card games

Really good at annoying Reiji. It's such a high level of annoying, he could give courses on the matter

Really good older brother

Checks on the other Mukami brothers when Ruki sees them struggeling with their pasts

Will check in every night if Azusa or Kou are plagued by nightmares

Has nightmares about the orphanage

❗sometimes wakes up scared that his brothers are actually dead and can only calm down after checking that each one is still alive

❗Definitely scared of anything happening to his brothers, he has panic attacks just thinking about that night

reads self help books

Has at least one "how to raise unruly children" book on his shelves

Culinary mastermind

But also makes the weirdest combinations of foods? Why would anyone like to taste jam with cucumbers and pepper????

now, Kou

Likes those really creepy stuffed toys

really good at drawing winged eyeliner

Has worn pink mascara and it looked so fcking good???

Hugest crush on Subaru

Flirts with him but the dear boy does not recognize romantic affection even when it slaps him in the face

Almost fainted riding the first time on Subaru's motorcycle

The scariest thing since really long

Wears really dangly, long earrings

With the weirdest motifs

Has one pair that has clams that can open. The pearls inside them glow in the dark.

his stomach is a bottomless pit. The first time he came over to spend a night at the Sakamaki's, Reiji was genuinely afraid that they had nit enough food to last to breakfast

Laito and he binged the Kardashians

Loves gossip. Knows everything about everyone

Makes rad nail art

Loves styling Azusa. Its their quality time, combined with trying those really spicy crisps

huge energy drink consumer

Helps him trough those sleepless nights were Kou stays up and chats with Laito the whole night through the phone

quite good at learning historical facts

Due to Kou's eye, he can see truths and lies in humans. But he is also really good at deciphering the human psyche.

Doesn't always use his eye. Sometimes, just Kou's knowledge of psychology is enough to recognize lies

There are some headcanons that Kou is italian. I agree with that. I can really image him enjoying the culture and the food. Also, I read a headcanon once that Kou's real name was Emilio. (If someone knows the name of the OP, please tell me)

Now, our vegetable freak: Yuma!

loves scrunchies and hair claw clips

Got one from Kanato once and uses them since

Also, I propose: Yuma with those hair claw clips in butterfly shape. Gifted by Kou as a joke

but now, he always wears them

Kanato braids his hair in really elaborate hair styles. Bridal style vibes. Kou thinks its the funniest thing ever

Shu loves toying with his hair when bored. It's just so soft and smells really good (Yuma uses Kou's shampoo on the regular. It causes quite a lot of fights)

took 1 (one) "Am I Gay" quiz. It came out a hundred percent positive. The next day, he confessed to Shu. They've been together ever since

Feeds the birds on the porch of their house every morning, together with Azusa

Actually really educated about current politics (at least the ones in Romania. But knows quite a lot about the USA and Japan, too)

Will start fights with Ruki about politics during dinner

If you ever want to hear angry romanian yelling, just go to the Mukami house during elections

Cares for every houseplant in their house

Brings at least two new plants per week at home. Ruki is on the brink of forbidding Yuma from accessing his monthly allowance

wears really shitty clothes. I'm talking thousand times stitched together trousers. They look like potatoes sacks but he refuses to get new ones

Has a toolbelt that looks atrocious

He wears it almost every day

The dirtiest shoes known to mankind

So dirty with soil and just about anything you can find in nature

Ruki gets daily aggressions about the spots on their carpet, since Yuma thinks changing shoes just for going inside is stupid

Wears the most amazing eyeliner but it is actually just old as fuck eyeshadow and mascara

He makes it look good

Has the longest lashes known to humankind

Brown skin due to being outside so much

Disneyprincess in secret

loves those huge dogs

now, Azusa!!

jesus that boy can be seductive

No, I wont elaborate

That was a lie, I will elaborate on anything with Azusa. He has the art of subtle flirting refined to mastery

Tried to flirt with Kanato. But Kanato thought he was being made fun of

Great at subtle makeup

Also; great dancer. Especially latin dances such as cha-cha-cha or salsa

He has those hips (breedable, as some folks would say)

Canonically doesn't like peppers

That doesn't apply to stuffed peppers with spices though

Great at remembering faces, not so great at remembering names

Can draw and paint and do art so good????

God of art

Not god of natural sciences though

Is doing alright at school but doesn't like the education system

Speaks not only romani and japanese but also a bit of English (and has the thickest british accent. No one knows where it is from and Azusa refuses to tell them that it is from watching Harry potter so often)

Colours his hair in a blue-black colour to give it more depth sometimes

Wears very pretty, light blue-ish glitter on the inner eye corner sometimes

So beautiful eyes??

Long, dark lashes

Likes to wear a bit of mascara

Naturally a defined jawline and straight nose

But a bit chubby cheeks

Is very pale but tans quite a but when longer outside in the summer. But dues to his sensitivity to heat, he'd rather stay inside

His eyes have a bit of an almond form, which gives them a sharp look, but still quite big

Azusa likes to wear too big clothes, especially hoodies and sweaters from Ruki and Yuma.

Also, cargo pants. The wide ones

Combat boots are a staple in his closet

Loves plateau boots and sneakers

Converse all stars are his to go shoes if no plateau boot is available

The shoes size him up quite a bit so the first time he met the Sakamakis, they all thought he was quite big. They all were surprised as they arrived at the Mukami home and Azusa just shrinked a few inches

Paints his fingernails in hope that he doesn't chew on them that much if they're pretty and colorful

Cuts his hair himself because he feels that his slow manner of speech annoys the staff in hair salons

But he likes the choppy style so its not as big of a problem for him

❗has a problem coping with what happened in his childhood. He canonically sh, but has frequent anxienty attacks too.

Due to that, he has a few weightened blankets and lots of pillows on his bed to simulate the feeling of getting hugged

Big hugger

His love language is physical touch

bug lover

Has a really cool sweater with the life cycle of a frog

That was it, actually. I rambled quite a bit about Azusa but I still hope you'll like it.

I hope I was able to make your day a bit better.

If you have any requests, just ask!

Thank you for reading all of that. I really appreciate you! I hope you'll have an amazing day/night!

[artist-on-crack]

Sonic headcanons

Sonic has a house, hidden away in some place he’s never shown anyone, not even Tails. He rarely visits it, and the house is full of ‘‘junk’’ from his adventurous , such as his soap shoes from SA2, both of the books from the storybook games, Chip’s neck bracelet thing and so on.

Sonic carries a camra where ever he goes.

Sonic can hold his liquor quite well compared to his tiny size.

Sonic is taller then shadow bc. Shadows shoes have heals so with out them sonic is tecnelly taller.

Sonic is actually introverted.

Sonic has adhd and insominia.

Sonic is multilunguel.

Sonic was seletcive mute as a child, and now as a teen when he gets really stressed/scared or overwhelmid he stops speaking completely.

Sonic knows sign langoue.

Sonic hates physical contact and ralerey ever does/alows someone to do it.

Sonic and Sally are still very close but only as friends. And Sally is very bussieie with her work as princess.

Sonic swears like a fcking sailor, but due to the fact most of his friends are younger than him(exp. Tails/Cream) or dislikes swearing he doesn’t swear in front of them.

Sonic is claustrphopic.

Sonic is so fcking  bi.

Sonic can sing and play guitar.

Sonic loves to draw and wright in a journal he brings with him all over.

Sonic wrights songs but is too insecure to show them to anyone.

Sonic loves reading books, espcillay classic literature and true crime/crime.

Sonic has a very dark sense of humor.

If sonic wore pants he would 100% wear bright red booty shorts. 

Sonic was homeless as a kid so he pickpocket a lot, and sadly that has become a small habit that he trying to stop.

Sonic can actually be really scary if you push the right buttons.

If Sonic was human his natural hair color would be dark brown.

Sonic does not tell people when he’s injured.

Sonic is left handed.

Sonic has this ongoing joke to tell people his birthday is different dates.

Sonic has claws and he paints them colurfull all the times, he also lets Cream paint them.

The reason Sonic always takes naps is bc he dosent sleep probarleyer .

Sonic has the worst eyesight out off all the cast, he needs classes but they break when he runs so he just dosent wear them, and only Tails know he needs them.

Sonic due to living alone in the wild since a younge age, loves to eat bugs. The others are grossed out by this except Knuckles who also grew up eating bugs.

Sonic hates coffe but loves energy drinks.

Some of my headcanons :)

[alannybunnue]

Ok, Imagine: Daemon and Rhaenyra having a bastard child in Yan!HOTD AU

I always like to start these posts blaming someone for my crazy ideas, but today is not @missglaskin 's fault, it's you @rosaryos, you did this to me...keep going.

T.W: The entire plot of HOTD with spoilers and maybe some other things, like, seriously, it's the Targaryens.

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Prologue:

So we all know what happened in episode 4, Rhaenyra and Daemon almost committed Society crimes(You know what i mean) and did it on that brothel, but then Daemon back away and left like a b*tch. But what if he didn't?

And once they were done, Rhaenyra being a young horny soul still went for that Cole stick. Just to keep things as they were in the plot.

And then all the drama happen, including Rhaenyra and Laenor's marriage, but we all know they never consummated because of fruit preferences-

And then 9 months later, Rhaenyra gives birth to a baby girl with silver hair and violet eyes that shine. Of course, she knows it's not Laenor's, much less Criston's...it had be Daemon's.

But she let it aside to avoid drama, specially after the birth of the boys.

No one questioned your legitimacy, since there's no proof of Rhaenyra being with Daemon and you had all the Targaryen features...even if your grandfather likes to say that you have Laenor's nose.

You are the realms delight (taking your mother's title) and the heir to the Iron Throne after your mother. Everyone adores you and it's already considered a crime to make you sad, not gonna lie, you use that to your own advantage.

Your mother and "father" both are proud of you, you are the role model for every girl in the realm, the kind and polite princess...when they are looking, in reality, you could incinerate the Red Keep if you wanted.

Viserys is the funny proud grandfather, he liked to watch you playing around as you grow, it kinda reminded him of Rhaenyra when she was your age. But you way more gracious.

Jacaerys is the brother who is always willing to protect from everyone and everything, even a frickin spider, puts you on a pedestal and will fight anyone who dares to take you away. Now Lucerys is the type to gain your affection by pretending to be hurt, since he's the youngest of the bunch. They both are pretty possessive, like your mother.

Even if you don't look nothing alike, you never brought this up, like it never bothered you. Even if Alicent brought it up a few times behind your mother's back.

Speaking of Alicent, she and her kids adore you. Alicent takes on a motherly role with you, while Helaena, who is the closest girl to your age, is more of a sister, who you like to hear rambling about her insects and still tries to understand some of the things she says. Now Aegon has always being a creep, and his special likeness on you doesn't change that, but he doesn't too far by his mother's warning(She knows her son and his tendencies), as for Aemond...do you know those childhood crushes that you idolize and all? That's him (Don't worry, it's gonna get worse).

As the boys all are pretty competitive, specially when you watch them spar along side your grandfather. They look forward to you admiring them and saying how well they went.

But in reality, you wanted to be there with them. You always wanted to learn how to fight too. But the adults were completely against this, scared that you would get hurt, but isn't that the point on learning?

Either way, you suppress this by watching the boys spar instead (with Aegon being a fckin show off)

Sir Harwin is also very protective of you, not just because he is fcking protective of your mother as well, but he views you as his own daughter, like the boys.

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Episode 6:

You were with your brothers and Sir Harwin when Laenor and Rhaenyra arrive with baby Joffrey, while he seemed a bit agitated, just until you got closer to see him, then he immediately stopped and remained calm. You looked at him more clearly, he was just like Jace and Luke, so you knew that he wasn't Laenor (None of you are anyway-) so you feared on how people were going to discuss more about the legitimacy of your brothers and judge your mother, you can't handle the drama.

Then Luke and Jace are sended to the Dragon Pit, you don't go after them, for you don't have a dragon of your own, since the egg never hatched. Which made you jealous of your siblings.

But there was someone who could understand your frustrations, Aemond, who also doesn't have a dragon, but different from you, he's constantly picked on by his and your brothers(But they would never make fun of you though, that would be a sin at this point-).

Before he was brought to his mother, Aemond went to you for confort after the boys gave him a pig, and boy YOU WERE ANGRY, sure, they did many things before, but you developed a strong bond with Aemond at this point and this more than insulting.

You knew it was Jace's idea, you made sure he realized how he messed up. And he did apologized(To you, not Aemond-) But he knows you wouldn't forget what he did so soon, and you might not speak to him for the rest of the day, the same for Luke.

You didn't even look at Aegon, and that made the boy confused as hell, until he realized that you weren't talking to your brothers as well.

Again, you were watching the boys spar with your grandfather, as he commented on how this could created a bond between them, and as much as you admired his perspective, you weren't clueless enough to believe that would happen.

You also were aware of Sir Criston's favoritism towards Aegon and Aemond, dedicating himself to teach the two better then with your brothers. But you never understood why.

And things just got worse when Sir Harwin punched Sir Criston. all because of the stupid comment he made, you watched as the guards dragged Harwin away from your brother's instructor.

You worried for your mother right away.

At the small council, Rhaenyra tries to calm the conflict between her and Alicent by betroth Jace to Helaena, but her offer was striked back by Alicent, who instead offered to marry you to Aegon.

There was 15 seconds of silent before both left the room, Rhaenyra out of disgust and Alicent out of shame. Both knew of Aegon's tendencies, Alicent more than Rhaenyra. So only the Gods would know what he could do to you if you were to marry. Even Viserys pointed that it wasn't a wise offer from Alicent later on.

Soon, Harwin had to leave to Harrenhal, he came to say goodbye to you and your family. You were sad to know this, Harwin was a good man and a good paternal figure to the boys. He bid his goodbye to you all and left right away.

That encouraged Rhaenyra to leave King's Landing to Dragon Stone immediately. Before you went away, however, you met up with Aemond and Helaena to say goodbye, only getting to exchange looks with Aegon as you crossed paths. You did noticed his disappointment and mad look.

Now in Dragon Stone, things might be less chaotic, of course, that's until you received the news. Harwin Strong died in a fire on Harrenhal and Laena Velaryon, your father's sister, died after a failing on giving birth.

Gods be good.

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Episode 7:

It was a bright day, but sad and filled with grief, as Laena's funeral started. You never knew her personally, nor did you knew her family. You only heard about them from your parents, as you watched the coffin being thrown into the water, you noticed the looks of others at you. But only one intrigued you, Daemon Targaryen, your grandfather's brother and Laena's husband.

Daemon was conflicted, not just because of what happened, but at this new discovery of his, as he watched you approach him to give your condolences, he noticed your features. You were not too far from Rhaenyra's oldest son in age, but you looked nothing like him. And Daemon never heard of of Rhaenyra having a daughter.

You spend the rest of the day trying to confort Laena's daughters, Baela and Rhaena. You could understand a bit of how they felt, as you viewed Harwin as family, but you couldn't attend his funeral, as your mother pointed that it wouldn't be proper.

You also tried to talk to the others, your grandfather, Alicent (And you did noticed clubfoot looking at her, but didn't questioned), Aegon and Aemond(which you discovered of Aegon's engagement to Helaena, poor girl)

At their conversation, Daemon asked about you, demanding to know whether you were his and why Rhaenyra never told him. Your mother simply said that due to him abandoning her for Laena, she didn't bother him with this information. The argument continued until one thing let another and everyone knows how this ended (Two horni mfs)

You couldn't help but feel betrayed, he was the only one who understood you and now, he goes and steals a dragon that wasn't his to claim to just rub it on your face?

At night, you were awakened by Baela, who told that someone stoled Vaghar, Laena's dragon. You immediately went after them to find Aemond, declaring that he claimed the old dragon.

Soon there was a fight, and you did your best to stop it before it got messy. But the boys shoved you on the ground and keep fighting. Right after, you heard Aemond calling your brothers "bastards" and you saw Luke cutting his face.

You were all taken away by the guards. And as the maester took care of Aemond's face, you hugged your brothers. Unlike them, you luckily just had a few scratches.

Soon the adults arrived, your mother went straight to check on you, Jace and Luke. As the maester announced the Aemond lost his eye forever, you felt a bit guilty, but you couldn't deny that he was at fault.

Alicent demanded justice, and Viserys denied it, the whole argument was a pain to be heard, you only focused on your brothers, as Daemon and Rhaenyra guarded you three. And then Alicent tried to attack Lucerys, you blocked him while your mother held the Queen, which resulted in her being cut.

You stayed at your mother's side as the maester treated her wound and your brother's. Laenor finally showed up and regretful, apologized deeply for leaving you all when you needed him.

...and then he died.

The news striked you hard, he was your father...at least he raised you, you lost a lot in less then a week. But you kept your composure, for your mother decided to marry Daemon right after, and you were a witness together with your siblings.

After that, Rhaenyra sat you down and told you the truth, about Daemon being your true father and you were technically a bastard, not anymore, since they got married.

Now your life was turning upside down and it was just the beginning

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A/N: Thanks for reading, i wrote this out of distraction, for i will be posting less now due to my studies, but i am not going anywhere.

[mochimiyaas]

🌙 oh yeah. update on blue lock for yall bc i rbed several bllk things lately. BUT I AM NEARLY CAUGHT UP! HALFWAY THROUGH EP.19 (battery was dying last night so i had to stop and charge my laptop) + EP.20 AND THEN I AM CAUGHT UP!! already took two pics of chigiri in ep.19?? or was the bath scene 18? idr. BUT HE IS VERY PRETTY!! also bachira in the recent eps is fcking adorable! little man. he's just a little guy. omg i love him sm! NAGI SEISHIRO IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL. head empty child lmao ...........now i want to write headcanons and practice writing for them (aged up ofc. otherwise, as a friend says, to "anime jail" we go).

hm the only issue with the three of them is that aged up or not,,,, ALL OF THE BLLK CAST ARE RED FLAGS FOR ME. OR GREEN FLAGS PRECARIOUSLY TOEING THE RED FLAG LINE! *strangles them all* the closest is chigiri. maybe. nagi's "if something loses it's "interesting-ness" then i'll just drop kick it" and bachira's "i only follow the monster inside me" is just— JUST HUGE RED FLAG MATERIAL. TF! chigiri is literally a princess the way he doesnt clean up shit and is so vain about his hair care. aaaaa but he's the better out of my three options. hhhh will update later once i finally catch up to the manga,,, if i find the eng translations somewhere,,, and find out more about them and where theyre at.

IF WE'RE GOING BY AGE APPROPRIATE CHARAS TO SIMP AFTER,,,,, anri is the best option between her and ego. mmmm theyre both red flagy and . controversial . but anri is the more normal one. saw her schedule omaki at the end of an episode and 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 cutest queen! omg cook for me, ma'am. i'll go prepare a bath and we can gossip over adolescents being overly dramatic. *twirls hair*

[anneboleynqueen]

Dr Emmerson did you just call Field of the Cloth of Gold “Woodstock on steroids”? 🤣🤦‍♀️

Not even 10 minutes in and I feel like I’m back in 2009.

[rena-rubel]

Looking elegant eh? But the reality is totally different.

I PRESENT TO YOU THE FIRST ROYALTY SHOUJO I CAME ACROSS WHERE ML AND FL ARE A BICKERING COUPLE.

Like i have seen many of them but in them, the fights and teasing are mostly a sidestory. This one thou- I somehow love it so much. Their bickering is soo GOOD I am SERIOUS, I love their dynamics. (Summary below)

Manhwa: A Royal Princess with Black Hair

Summary: Prince Caruel and Neighbouring kingdom's princess Euriceinne are 16 year olds who have many thing in common namingly, their stubborness, their strength(yes mental AND physical) and their social status. They are supposed to marry each other but they absolutely hate the idea of political marriage and at the first glance of each other, they decided for themselves that divorce it was...? Both are determined to make the other beg for divorce but spending time together fighting the plotting enemies and going on adventures, will they finally grow closer? What will happen to their plans of marriage? (Semi-spoiler-I am pretty sure they won't even realize when they have fallen for the other lmao)

P.s: Their nicknames for each other. Behold the extraordinary- Caramel and Tarhead

[alguienmatemeahre]

oof

[agentlelover]

on his lap

Synopsis: She never thought that something like that could make her feel so good. So damn good.

Character: Hwang hyunjin × reader (Rose)

Info: !!! minors please dni! Please do not claim my work as yours. Quick reminder, plagiarism is a crime. Picrures are not mine. Credits to the rightful owner. !!!

They were long gone. Long gone and lost in their own world. In their own world of love and intimate togetherness. In a world without a single worry or care of the upcoming tomorrow. They were in a world of their own.

Heat. Heat that started from the their cheeks that turned hot and red out of shyness and love grew and filled every corner of their bodies. She was sitting on his lap, straddling him while he held her close and tightly on the spot she was on.

"Baby...", he once again mumbled. "Baby... please...", he was begging. He wasn't sure of the reason of his begging. He wasn't sure what exactly he wanted or begged for but he nevertheless kept begging. A whine reached his ears when Rose felt his dick grow harder with each minute passing. She held tightly onto his shirt while her hips once again slowly started to move. Hiding her face on his shoulder she let the man below her hear her soft moans.

Moans she always selfishly tried to hid and keep to herself. "Hyunjin... jinnie...", nodding his head with closed eyes and another moan leaving the black haired man he spoke in a breathy voice. "I know love... I know. Keep going. Slowly doll, yeah? Can you do that for me?"

A whine from her followed after her nodding since no words could be formed anymore. This was new to her. This whole situation she was in was totally unknown to her. She knew how sex worked. She knew what it meant to have sex. She knew how good it could make once feel but she never thought that one could also get intimate like that while being fully clothed and... and... what did Hyunjin call it again?

Right! Dry humping.

Oh how good it made her feel. So, so damn good. "Hmm... ahh... Hyunjin... I'm... I can't ...", Rose started to whine and clung onto her boyfriend even more. "What's wrong baby? Tired?", nodding her head slowly that was still hiding her face on Hyunjins shoulder, he made her look up. Holding her face in both of his hands asking her to look him in the eyes. "Does my baby need help? Want me to lead you a bit?", he asked lovingly before he placed his lips on hers. Whines accompanied with a few sobs left the girls throat before she was held on her hips and lead to move again.

Moans. Pretty moans filled the living room until the male made the woman above him come for the second time and paint his joggers with her cum and her face with the most beautiful shade of pink.

Oh how beautiful she looked. Hooded teary eyes. Pink cheeks wetted by a few drops of tears that left her beautiful eyes he could get lost in. Pink swollen lips. Her neck and shoulders visibly decorated by his love and adoration for her. Chest heaving while her body slightly trembled. Simply a work of art.

He couldn't get enough of her. He needed her. More than ever. He wanted her from the bottom of his heart. With every cell in his body. He couldn't hold back anymore. He needed her to be his. "I fcking love you princess. So damn much.", he spoke in a deep breathy voice before he carried her in his arms to her bedroom.

[sparetimeimagines]

JSJSJS THIS CAME RANDOMLY IN MY HEAD BUT KNIGHT! OSAMU MIYA FCKING PRINCESS! READER SOME OTHER INFORMATION BUT THEY'RE DATING SECRETLY TAKE YOUR TIME JN MAKING THIS JDJDJS

A/N: ok ok, work with me. I changed it from Knight!Osamu to Prince!Osamu for good reasons. I do plan on doing a Knight!Osamu because I love the protection trope. However… I was working on this and the idea of the fic polluted my brain. This fic will have multiple parts.

Worthy | Miya Osamu x Y/n X Miya Atsumu

Tags; Prince!Osamu, Prince!Atsumu, Royal!Au, Family Affairs, Smut, Blowie, Y/n being greedy 🥰

Two | Masterlist

Dark corners of the castle were your favorite hiding place. Heart beating rapidly in your chest, echoing to your ears canceling out all extra noises. Deaf to the excess, you’re distracted by the pair of hands grasping your hips.

“Where’s your pretty gown?” A crisp voice whispers into your neck littering kisses along your skin until finally he meets your lips.

“Where’s your suit of armor?” You tease pinning him against the wall.

His touch. His smell. It’s everything.

“Where is your prince?

“Who?”

Your fingers trace the cool button of his pants, unfastening him at such pace, eager to feel his skin on your skin.

You drop to your knees, his warm cock instantly hard in your hands.

“That’s not very ladylike.” He chuckles rolling his head back against the cold walls of the palace.

“Shut the fuck up, Osamu.” You giggle rolling your eyes, tasting the salty bead of precum begging him for more pleasure.

“Mmh fuck. I’ve missed you.” You slurp, eyeing him through your lashes.

Your lips trail lower to his balls, taking each in your mouth with the loudest of moans before switching to the other.

“You’re so perfect.”

“You just like me because I have your balls in my mouth.” You tease rolling your eyes. Slippery wet, you return to his head feeling his fingers tangle in your hair. He combs the strays, patting each piece into place.

You look up to him from your position, knees spread, his cock in your right hand and the perfect, innocent, genuine smile that drives him wild plastered on your lips.

You truly loved him. Your twin flame.

Osamu reaches for you and pulls you into his arms; he kissing your lips like it was the first time he’s felt passion. His hold is gentle, soft enough for you to slip away if you wanted to.

The way he slips his tongue into your mouth, the soft moan he delivers as he feels this intimate moment with much intention. Your heart races, the adrenaline manipulating your thoughts.

“Let’s run away together. We can find a small town. I can get a job and we can have a normal life.” You break in one gasp and he sighs.

“Babe.”

“Shh, listen to me. We can get married and I can have your babies. Please Osamu. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He tucks himself away and rubs his temples.

“You’re not my betrothed.”

“So? That doesn’t matter Osamu. We’re in love. It shouldn’t matter. I’m supposed to be with you. We’re supposed to be together.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

You break from him like your heart is ripped from the other side.

“Why not? Why not Osamu?”

“You’re set to rule. You will be queen and my brother will take your hand. Not me.”

“I don’t love him. I love you, Osamu.”

Tears weld in your eyes and he refuses to make eye contact.

“He is first born. They chose you. You will be with him. You marry him and rule and I will be seen not heard.”

“Osamu.”

“No. That is that.”

You push off from him and he slides away from you.

“I must go. We cannot risk being caught together.” He kisses your forehead before you could say another word, passing you into the darkness.

It was an all or nothing relationship.

Alone in the castle, you wondered each hall until you meet Atsumu in your shared room.

“You love him, don’t you?”

The look of hurt in his eyes. His cold face was enough to freeze hell.

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw you. The way you look at him… it’s obvious.”

“Atsumu I-”

Atsumu sighs and steps closer to you, hands cupping both your cheeks.

“Y/n. I don’t want you to be unhappy. I know the circumstances of my brother. I understand you’ll never love me the way you love him. And that’s why I want you to be with him.”

“With Osamu?”

He nods not looking you in the face.

“You will never love me the way you love him.”

Atsumu leaves and returns moments later pulling Osamu by his arm, shoving him at you.

“I know.” He looks at Osamu. “I’m willing to make a compromise.”

Next time:

“In public you will be mine.” His face is solemn. “In private, his. I don’t care. But you will not embarrass me. I am ruler of this country. I will not have your petty affair disgrace me.”

[darkmulti]

(NON CON. If you don’t like it, shoo🙄)

OMG- I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS (I’m the last anon<-) but can you do a maknae line reaction to you crying in bed because they’re going to hard and they’re scaring you? Take your time though, no rush🤗

⚠️: NON CON (all), dacryphilia kink (all), somnophilia kink (JK), face slapping (all), overstimulation (JK & Jimin) unprotected sex (all), saliva kink (JK), fear kink (Tae & Jimin), choking (all), hair pulling (tae & Jimin), biting/marking (Jimin)

-> sorry for any mistakes

-> this is fcking horrible. So sorry, loves. 

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Jimin

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“Please, Jimin! I’ve apologized multiple times but you’re still not listening to me!”

“WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT?!”

Jimin slapped you hard, before pulling you away from the crowd and towards the car. “You stupid cunt! How dare you humiliate me like this? Am I not enough for your eyes?”

The man loved seeing you tremble in fear under him. You were trying to explain yourself but it went in one ear and out the other. He completely ignored you and took advantage of the situation. Since you were looking at another man, you need to be punished.

Usually, Jimin would force you to give him a blowjob right there on the spot, but this time he wanted more than just a blowjob, so he took you home. You couldn’t even hold your tears in. When Jimin punishes you, he doesn’t hold back. He was pulling you towards the basement and you sat down and started to cry.

“Please! I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again! It was an accident, I- I didn’t purposely l- look. I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t!”

You were on your knees, begging for mercy. He grabbed your hair and continued to pull you to the basement. Jimin was hard as a rock. He lived to see you in this state. Terrified, powerless, and defenceless.

~ Hours later ~

“Da- daddy, please stop now.” You weakly whisper.

He was on top of you, his hot breath on your neck as he thrusted in and out. His hair was sticking to his forehead due to all the sweat, but he didn’t bother to wipe it off. You were too good for him to stop.

Bite were marks all over you neck and body. Cum leaking out of your sore hole. Both of you were overstimulated and he actually enjoyed being overstimulated — you did not. The tears on your face were proof that you hate overstimulation, but of course, Jimin will never listen to what you want.

He grabbed your neck for the last time and started fucking you harder. He pressed down on your stomach to feel his bulge in you. Cries left your mouth, but again had no effect on Jimin. The pain in your lower abdomen was becoming unbearable.

You started to sob uncontrollably under him, but didn’t utter a word. He came in you one last time and collapsed on top of you.

“Know your place, slut. Those eyes belong to me and if I ever catch them looking at another man again, I won’t hesitate to rip them out if your eye socket.”

Taehyung

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“Taehyung! Grey! Stop Taehyung! T-Taehyung! Please, stop!”

You were under your husband, crying because he was fucking you too hard. You said the safe word multiple times and he still ignored you.

“Taehyung!” You screamed, hoping to get his attention, but failed miserably. Your anxiety went through the roof. Taehyung had never hurt you like this before. You knew he was irritated with your “bad behaviour” but never imagined him to hurt you in this way.

Taehyung hasn’t said a word. He was giving you the silent treatment ever since he saw you getting “too friendly” with his friend, Jin. When you arrived back home, Taehyung pulled you to your shared room and immediately started stripping your clothes.

You were fine with it until he began going too hard. You said the safe word, expecting him to stop right away, but he continued which shocked you. You kept saying it over and over, however, Taehyung didn’t stop, in fact he went faster. You were panicking inside because the pain was worsening.

He suddenly pulled out and angrily said, “Hands and knees now!”

“No! I don’t want more! Stop, Taehyung!”

“You’re so fucking annoying. When I tell you to do something, do it!” He grabbed you by your neck and brought your face close to his. He slapped you afterwards then pushed your face into the mattress. He roughly entered you again and didn’t hesitate to pound the absolute shit out of you.

You began to shake under him. Fear was taking over you. You choked on your sobs while listening to the loud skin clapping. You’ve never been so vulnerable in your life. “Let me see that pretty, little face of yours covered in tears.” Taehyung pulled your hair and looked at your face.

“Princess looks so scared. Is my princess scared of me?”

“Taehyung stop! You’re not taking me seriously.”

Taehyung pulled out and slapped you. “What’s my fucking name?”

“Taehyung, I’m seri-”

“WHAT’S MY FUCKING NAME?!” He yelled, slapping you again, but this time a bit harder.

You sobbed hard enough to make your chest hurt. “D-daddy, I’m sorry. Please stop.” You cried.

“Or else what? What will you do to make me stop?”

“I- I d- don’t know”

“Exactly. You’re powerless against me and it will remain like that for the rest of our lives. Don’t you dare test my patience again.”

Jungkook

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“C- can you please stop now? I- I can’t- I can’t do it, please.”

“Shut up!”

Jungkook grabbed your throat and squeezed it tightly before going faster. He proceeded to slap you across the face, earning another whimper from you.

He was punishing you because you were talking to his friend, Namjoon who’s really kind to you. You both were having a nice conversation until Jungkook interrupted and started degrading you right in front of him.

You both left the party early because he was angry. In the car, he was spitting the most hurtful words at you. It was enough to make you tear up but you didn’t want to cry in front of him. Once you arrived home, he dragged you to the bedroom and that’s when he started.

That was almost 5 hours ago and he was still going. You were crying so hard under him, apologizing over and over. Your tears were visible on the sheets and pillow case, but he didn’t care.

“Open your mouth.”

You open slightly, afraid of what he’s going to do. Jungkook leans down and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow it.”

You gulp it down and he slows down as a reward. He placed hickeys on your neck and jawline while mumbling, “mine, mine, mine.”

After some minutes, his pace started picking up again. You started to panic. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Your lower body was screaming for help.

“No! No, please! Please stop, I can’t anymore! Please I swear I’ll never-”

“Shut it, I’ve heard enough.” He growled, going hard enough to make you see stars. His final thrust directly hit your g-spot, causing you to shudder at the feeling. You unexpectedly squirted around him and immediately passed out after. Jungkook came in you once again. His cum was running down your thighs because there was so much in you.

Jungkook picked up your unconscious body and took you to the shower, where he continued to fuck you under the water.