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[lilacpaperbird]

If I could free the spn fandom from one illness, I'd choose the compulsion so many people have to present Sam and Dean as opposites in every facet, big or small. There are many preferences they both share, there are many situations in which they'd both feel or act in really similar ways, and there are certain pillars of their personalities that are essentially identical. Trying to always find that "polar opposites/two sides of the same coin" energy everywhere only ends up twisting and misinterpreting their personalities to make them fit that mold. And there's usually one brother who ends up getting the short end of the stick and being transformed into a caricature that has lost any actual connection to his canon self, just so he can be presented as the opposite of his brother

[harmonysanreads]

could we get more of being alhaithams wife… he has me in a chokehold omg waxing remorse, waning candlelight and flickering candlelight were so good‼️

btw do u take emoji anons? id like to be 🎀 if u do!

Hell yes, I thought you'd never ask :) I took my time with this, hope you don't mind and welcome abroad dearest 🎀<3

Desire, Denial, Demise

yandere!al haitham x f!reader

cw(s): yandere, drugging (not to reader), lots of tension, allusions to stockholm syndrome

wc : 2.5k+

[ previously in this au ]

The curry is boiling.

The strange symphony of the bubbling broth, the heated haze veiling around the kitchen and the appetising aroma of spices open the gateway for you to temporarily lose yourself somewhere far, far away. You're thinking of everything and nothing at the same time. Your fingers, victimized to small cuts from occasional slip ups during chopping vegetables, are fiddling with a tiny vial, its exact contents are unknown even to you but its apparent enough that its less palatable than the steaming curry.

It would seem as if you'd been at this practice for some time now, sometimes taking off the clog of the vial to slightly dip it at the dish only to pull away before any of the substance actually fell only to clog it up again and resume stirring the curry instead. The curry itself is almost ready but you're still unable to reach a decision. You seem to be far more interested in the rhythm of the bubbles appearing and disappearing, a peculiar peace enveloping your heart, so much so that even the rising temperature around the stove fails to have your attention swayed.

What does break your trance is the pair of firm arms snaking around your waist and an embrace, so deceptively loving and domesticated, because, you're neither allowed inner peace nor to pass your attention to something that wasn't your husband.

Alhaitham has a talent for making almost anything appear normal to outsiders, by which you'd imply the oh-so loving gestures he initiates with the excuse of your marital bond. In truth, they're as one sided as his love for you and if this was even just a few months ago you would've resisted but not now, for you've learned. Learned how to tempt the monster with scraps of its desires, promising something greater and slowly gaining its trust, so that when eventually you shatter it to irreparable bits, the monster would feel ten times the hurt it'd inflicted upon you.

Or, that's what you've been scheming to do to your beloved husband and you're hoping the poison containing vial you not-so-subtly hide away from his gaze would just do the trick.

“What do you have there?”

You vaguely lean towards his abdomen (not like there's much space to considering how close he already holds you), eyes still fixated on the stove.

“Curry,”

“And?” he probes further, whether its intentional or not you can't deduce from his even tone.

Your eyes move towards the right, you sense him doing the same, “More curry,”

“And.. soup. I had intended to make biryani but you arrived so early, sorry.”

It's not like you're completely lying, you were hoping to have some more time alone. After all, having more varieties of dishes would've made it less suspicious when you refused to eat a single one. You don't even have to turn around to see some of Alhaitham's facial muscles churn in distaste against your cheek, you've seen it more times than you cared to count. Alhaitham doesn't like soup, or anything that hinders his peaceful reading time but there's a counter theory in your head, suspecting whether he'd noticed something amiss yet. Because if he did, he's doing a splendid job at pretending that he hasn't.

You're not so easily thrown off-the-edge anymore either, you learned how to act from the master himself. Though, you would be lying if you said this sudden low guarded approach wasn't irking you the slightest. You hadn't wrapped your arms around his shoulders nor pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek upon his return like you usually do to act like the loving housewife you aren't, you didn't greet him with the usual ‘welcome home’ that you know makes his heart melt and on top of that, you're fidgeting with your surroundings. You don't dare to think this routine you'd painstakingly followed the past months to lower his guard actually had this much affect, this is Alhaitham you're dealing with.

So you're only left with the hypothesis that he has taken notice and will jumpscare you with it any moment, as much as you hoped against it. Finally, after what felt like forever, you turn off the stove and face the Acting Grand Sage, he doesn't loosen his hold in the slightest.

“How about you freshen up while I serve the dinner? You look like you've got a headache— annoying scholars again?”

You push aside the urge to pinch his cheeks, opting to instead hold his face in your hands with as much delicacy as you can gather and you almost falter when he answers by leaning into your touch. No matter how many times you've done this, you can never take his reciprocations seriously. Or rather, you can't believe just how easy it gets him to do so with each passing day.

For a moment, you feel like a wicked villain. Alhaitham looks so at peace in your palms (literally), his innocence right now could convince anyone that he hadn't committed any of the atrocities he did to get you where you were at now. You hear the echo of a nagging thought, this really might've been the ideal married life so many dreamed of ; a husband that views you above everything else, a secure place to stay and stability, overall.

Alhaitham would often tell you how people would kill to be loved in the way he loves you, you'd never actually let his theories in your head but now, you found yourself hesitating. All this strenuously built trust would crumble like the sand palace Kaveh had planned to make in a drunken stupor should you get caught and in the off chance that you don't, this.. almost, almost perfect marriage life would too if you really poured out the poison from the vial.

“Alright,” Alhaitham presses one kiss to your palm and leaves. Leaves.

You wonder if Alhaitham was hiding more surprises for the night, for, he never lets you off easy. You watch his silhouette vanish within the inner-quarters of his house, you peak around the corner to see if he was hiding there or not and— nothing. As much as you despised acknowledging it, your husband was always an uncertain amount of steps ahead. You might be his weak-spot but even you haven't been an exception to his overwhelming scrutiny, because, a wise man knows to guard his weakness well.

So, for that man to just leave without gauging the cause of your peculiar behavior like he's always (or, now that you think about it ; when was the last time he'd tweaked with your mind? three months ago? four? five?) done sends your nerves ablaze. You take out the vial from where you'd tucked it in, almost dropping it because of your restless fingers. You're still facing the entrance of the kitchen, the vial is brought up to your eye-level. The translucent liquid lacks any indication of it actually being a poison, it came as the byproduct of your last escape attempt months ago ; exchanged with all your remaining mora from an equally shady merchant — you didn't care then, you knew you'd be caught so might as well take a weapon with you back, right? At present though, you found yourself slowly regretting that decision, unless you're to experiment with it personally, there's really no way for you to be certain.

You shake your head, nonsense. You aren't the one dying when you still have hope, you weren't the one who'd forced someone to be their spouse with methods that make you shudder upon recollection, you deserved freedom and he, deserved proper punishment for his crimes.

You take off the cog of the vial, glancing one last time towards the direction Alhaitham went. You still your hand from shaking and celestia, you can still feel Alhaitham's lingering kiss there.

Without even looking you pour the entire vial of the substance into one of the pots and then toss the vial out of the window. You grasp at the kitchen counter, heaving.

You did it.

-

The next time you face Alhaitham, he looks eerily pleasant. You do your duty of serving him the food, hesitating on putting the curry on his plate and you almost consider throwing it out with some half-assed excuse but gather your resolve again. You will see an end to this. Keeping your expression placid, you take a seat on the opposite end of the table and serve yourself something to avoid suspicion. It's as quiet as it normally is since neither you nor Alhaitham are that talkative while eating, you sometimes sneak a glance towards him to see if there's any change ; he seems to notice this.

“You're awfully interested in my face today, is something the matter?”

“Ah, I was just wondering if you're finding the food palatable.”

Your husband tilts his head, you never ask for his opinions regarding anything ; was today a special occasion by any chance? Alhaitham searches his memories, no, your anniversary passed last month and even then, your effort for that day wasn't anything remarkable.

“Anything made by you is good,”

Alhaitham may mistake your aversion of gaze as fluster because of his unexpectedly suave comment but in reality, his way-too-honest answer struck your conscience. You shook your head, counting the seconds rather impatiently, no appetite aiding you to finish your plate.

Why isn't the poison taking affect?

Momentarily, the merchant's twinkling eyes upon handing you the vial flashes in your mind and it inclines you to think that you may have been scammed. All the while, Alhaitham seems to have finished his plate, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

“[Y/N], be honest, is something bothering you?”

You nearly jump out of your seat at his voice and your husband looks at you with more concern but asks for no further clarification.

Yes, you almost utter out, “No,”

Your eyes dart around the dinner table where most dishes still lay untouched, Alhaitham seemed to have eaten very little. When your eyes settle on the bowl of soup, a dreading realization strikes.

Don't tell me.. I didn't poison the soup instead, did I..?

“Actually,” you cringe at the sudden high pitch of your voice but it does its job in halting Alhaitham from getting up and possibly making his way to you, his eyes press you to continue. It only occurs to you then, what are you supposed to tell him now? ‘I poisoned this soup that I know you clearly dislike because I hate you so please, gobble it up and end my misery?’

This isn't the time for jokes, wake up!

“Haitham, to be honest, I prepared that soup for you with your stress induced state in mind. But.. ” you wet your lips and choke out the rest, voice fading in a sad adagio, “Since you don't like soup, I guess I'll just have to throw it out.”

It takes everything in your will-power to not break the pathetic act and slap yourself. You don't dare look up and see your husband's expression, already mentally preparing him to drop the bomb and interrogate you on all your weird mannerisms tonight.

In no way will Alhaitham of all people buy that, I wouldn't believe that, not even a rat will believe that, whoa—

You expected exactly two outcomes after your sad excuse of convincing (brought fresh to you by past experiences) ; 1. He tells you to eat half of the soup first, probably with the surface level reason that he won't be able to finish all of it and when you inevitably refuse, the truth will be revealed and 2. No need for roundabout approaches, you wouldn't be surprised if Alhaitham knew your scheme since the start. But no amount of past experience could prepare you for when your conniving husband took the bowl of the soup that he repeatedly said he despised and gulped it down in one go, without an ounce of hesitation — all because you muttered you made it especially for him?

(Admittedly, you feel a little touched.)

You stop gaping like a fish and with a fake cough chastise him, “Dear me, no one was stealing that from you, you could've just taken your time — what if you burned your throat?”

Alhaitham chugs down a glass of water, he doesn't look the most content with that decision either but seeing you worry over him like this... he has no regrets.

“The faster, the better, no? I really would just like to go sleep now.”

Hmm, he wasn't entirely wrong about that. The faster the poison takes effect the better it is for you but, he doesn't need to know that part. It's dead silent again, none of you seem compelled to move, your focus is on Alhaitham solely ; in the first few seconds, he seemed fine but then he started to loosen the collar of his shirt, an obvious expression of discomfort painting his normal poker face. You lean forward in your chair, unable to tear your eyes away.

“On a second thought, you were right. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten so hastily. It feels...so...hot...?”

Alhaitham's voice fades to incoherent words, he brings a hand to the locks of his gray hair, laboured breaths filling the vacancy of the dining room.

And then, his head meets the wood of the table.

You push back your chair, unable to believe the sight before you. That was fast, way too fast, perhaps. You take ginger steps towards Alhaitham's chair, when you're beside the Scribe's unmoving body, the weight of the situation drops on you unmercifully.

Wait wait wait, t-then this means that... I.....I killed my husband...

You can feel your vision blurring, no no, you're supposed to be happy! Happy that his tyranny is finally over! Happy that he'll no longer be able to hurt you or any other being for that — happy that he's gone.

These are tears of happiness, right? Right?

You hands move to wipe them furiously, you don't believe it, there is no way he'll die that easily. You'd fantasized about this moment so many times ; when the colour from his disgustingly beautiful eyes fades, you'll be on your merry way from this hellish life, you'll be allowed to wander anywhere, befriend anyone — but now, such desired dreams have lost their colour, as well. With no regard to your escape plans, your hand reaches for his unmoving figure, hunched over the table ; your senses are closing in, you can see nothing but him, you can hear nothing but the ringing in your ears and you're not sure what happens afterwards.

One moment, you feel your skin barely graze his shirt and the next, something warm springs up, grabs your wrist and your back slams against the table, legs dangling over...

Huh?

There is Alhaitham, up and about, albeit he looks.. perturbed and delirious. Extremely delirious.

“Sly woman, what were you thinking?”

Heated skin, reddened face, hearts in the eyes—

These symptoms, oh no...

You try to shove him off and create as much distance as possible, the effect your puny struggling has is non-existent ; he only holds you more suffocatingly in his lap, closing in slowly slowly slowly—

That is the moment you accept ; you have been scammed, just not in the way you were speculating you've been.

[ban-al3x]

hey i

was wondering if you could do a dustin long fic?

Sure! Tysm this is my first request:)

PUPPY LOVE

Dustin Long x Fem! Reader

When everyone found out Dustin Long and Y/N L/N had been dating, the whole school was talking about it. No one ever expected them to be dating. It was just so…random. Y/n was this quiet person. They knew everyone but they weren’t popular. Until now. As the cute couple  walked down the hall, on their way to homeroom, everyone was staring. Some girls were side eyeing, and whispering. Y/N immediately knew they were talking about her. Her head started swarming with insecurities, Y/n’s hand squeezed Dustin’s hand a bit out of habit.. He turned his head to look at her and he smiled softly and whispered,”Don’t worry about them.They’re just jealous.” She smiled back and thought about it. He was right. She was with one of the hottest boys in school. She knew what would be coming. 

Y/N let go of Dustin's hand to go sit down. She looked back and gave him a small smile. Halfway into the class, the girl got a note. On top is said “To Y/N<3 From loverboy” She giggled quietly at the nickname. She looked to the left and saw Dustin whispering to Alex and Brandt. He looked like he was embarrassed. ‘Maybe they gave me the note’ she thought. Dustin looked at her and gave her a sheepish smile. She looked back at the note, opening it slowly so the teacher would notice.

“You look lovely today, Y/N. Like everyday. Wanna sit with me during lunch? -Dustin” She looked back, smiled at her amazing boyfriend, nodded, and mouthed a ‘thank you’. He shyly looked away, while  Brandt rolled his eyes and laughed. Y/N, now giddy, started thinking about what she would say or do. Just as she thought of something, the bell rang. She groaned quietly as she packed up. Not wanting to go to Ms. Sher’s class. Dustin walked over to her, patiently waiting for her to finish. Once she put her backpack on, they walked out of the class together. “See you later, loverboy.” Y/N said with a teasing grin. Dustin put a hand on his face, still embarrassed. “See you later, love.”

♡ TIME SKIP! ♡

“So Y/N how long have you and Dustin been dating?” Brandt asked as she and Dustin sat down. “Like 2 or 3 months?” She answered the smirking boy. “Really? And you've never told us Dustin?!” Alex said, feeling betrayed. “I asked if we could keep our relationship a secret. I really didn't need Lily coming after me for rejecting her.” Dustin said as he shook his head. Y/N’s hand reached for Dustin’s under the table. As soon as they touched, their fingers interlocked. She gave him an upside down smile that made his stomach fill with butterflies. He looked at Alex and Brandt, who were talking about some sport, and looked back. “I love you Y/N” he said. “I love you, dustin.” she said back with a giggle. Just then, they both knew they were right for each other.

Word count: 509

Published: 03-30-23

[selenemoonlite]

hii it's been a while hehe can I request nsfw headcanons for bae (separately) with a soft chubby mc~, maybe in a situation where she offers to cuddle them while they put their head in her lap or on her chest while she caresses their heads but the situation progresses to something more /u\ .... that would be all but if you want you can use another situation don't worry, thank you and have a good day! ^u^

┈➤ greetings! Sure lovely, this is an interesting prompt, thank you for requesting!

┈➤ Allen Sugasano

Allen isn't the clingy type, slightly blushes over the feeling of your body squished against him is a tempting moment where he can scoop your body onto his arms. Don't worry, Allen has his strength to hold you so

He reassures you that your size doesn't matter to him, what matters to him the most is that you're too close to him that perhaps this kinda closure isn't something he didn't anticipate at all

He tries to calm himself down while looking at your features, boy it's something he gulps nervously. Poor guy

There are times when he asks you to lie down over than being pressed over his chest. You're absent-minded and nod over his request.

A little foreplay of where Allen engages the mood, now he didn't think of which part he can place a mark on by how your body is a distraction towards the fiery phoenix.

Gentle kisses trailing over your lips, nibbling, licking your skin. Allen prays he had never done this bold to someone he sees such admiration. But that doesn't matter to him

His favorite part is to get his foreplay on, turning you on by biting your thick thighs and going lower on you. Lowkey he is a "thick thighs save lives" type of guy

Allen didn't mind where this went, however, he sure felt his stomach swirling around as he kept teasing your body

"Fuck this, can I go into you?"

┈➤ Anne Faulkner

They would go all on with you, positively. The type to praise your body as you're laying onto their lap with such adoration Anne could've imagine

Them caressing your sensitive parts makes you feel ticklish, cause Anne isn't going to go straightforward with you unless they'll do their best to make you feel comfortable

"(Y/n), you know I always love this..."

They whispered to you, that Anne has something mischievous to pry on. Don't worry, they promised to keep things slow. But, you assured yourself this is Anne Faulkner after all.

They love kissing you all over, even the passionate and deepest kiss you can ever ask for. Anne is the epitome of all intimate encounters. But, of course, when it comes to you they'll give their all and all you ever wanted from them.

Anne teases your body and they pinch it thinking you're adorable. You shivering under their might to place hickeys whatever they could

If Anne were to know your spots, their favorites are neck, shoulders, ear, and down to your chest which they love to fondle.

You cannot process this situation that elevates to where you were only laying down their lap

But this is heaven for you, don't deny

Their fingers traveling to whatever skin they could touch.

"Something to cherish, give me your loveliest soul, baby..."

┈➤ Hajun Yeon

You'd be surprised Hajun can only be affectionate when the two of you are alone

He gives the best stimulation after minutes of silence enjoying your company. Hajun was having naughty thoughts about placing you on his lap, you were worried that he couldn't handle your size

Hajun didn't complain, his core strengths from going to the gym anyway makes him feel needed and the responsibility to carry you with all his might

Hand kisses are the first thing he can take the initiative, and you know how much of a gentleman he can be to take the first engaging move right now

This, of course, made you nervous as Hajun's unpredictable moves could make any girl swoon over. He knows your weaknesses, whispering under your ear with sweet nothings, even dirty talking could suffice that body of yours to react as if melting away from his grasp

He bites your earlobe while he explores your body underneath his fingertips. You huffed a bit and told him your insecurity. But that didn't stop him, no

Hajun loves to plant kisses on your neck, his soft lips could send you from heaven yet at the same time committing sins

Master of foreplay, he loves teasing you in any way he can. It's so ecstasy to the point you can just submit yourself to him. Probably, this is a sign of his sadistic nature to you

There are times when he takes control, you can't comply with his touch

Kisses everywhere while at the same time as lavishing you with his tongue and pampering smooches on your body

"See what we're doing, (Y/n)? No worries, only this body can make me feel needed right now..."

[div1nepetal]

greetings ~

you may recognize me as the person who requested a tumblr layout of wanderer ( sorry for being on anon btw, i am lurking in my personal blog here and don't wish for it to be known www )

please be sure to take your time, okay? i hope all is well for you and that you've recovered from your sickness and i wish you the best 🤍 remember to take care too ^-^

Hello! It’s okay dw about being on anon, your wanderer layouts are almost done!! Dw I had a better recovery on being sick yesterday so I should be back on track on requests!!

[moonartemisia]

While I'm busy with my new self-ship art, my ask box is open for any ask or questions. You can ask any art related or anime related stuff that you're curious of [about me] so yeah!

[hypesahi]

hiii hru??? missing interacting w u so decided to visit ur blog ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ

HII WYN <33 !!! i'm doing well, i just woke up as i type this and i have school later hehe ٩(◦`꒳´◦)۶ how about you? ♡

[rosslync]

WIS: Who do you ship with Dove?

i dunno, someone hot? she deserves someone hot, and that's like, bare minimum. but genuinely, i can't think of names. i'll say a girl though, a very hot girl. this sounds like i'm talking in some weird fantasy, i'm not - i'm just feeling very gay rights today.

[wysteria-bloom]

⚝ " mine, all mine "

How do the hazbin boys kiss you

Warnings : I mentioned 'lady' in lucifer's part, but the reader can still be interpreted as whatever gender ya want. Highly suggestive on both Lucifer and Vox's parts.

Genre : Fluff, suggestive

A/n : this account has been doing so well lately and I just want to say thank you so much. I love every single comment you guys send in and the support is so appreciated. You're the reason I get the motivation to write these silly little stories so thank you.

Characters : alastor, Vox, lucifer

▢ alastor ⍋

- Sweet as cream -

"Al, can you pass me the cream?" You asked politely, stirring your coffee absentmindedly. Your eyes didn't lift from your book, too engrossed in the scene that was playing out.

Your boyfriend hummed, currently in the middle of his meal and looked at the cream sitting next to him," I'm not sure, darling. Can I?" He teased out, his ever-present grin stretching mischievously.

You blinked at his response and looked up from your book, raising an eyebrow at him," Well, I would like to think my lovely boyfriend isn't incompetent." You replied bluntly, a sweet tone to your voice as your head tilted to the side.

"Frankly? My wonderful partner is being rather rude at the moment and doesn't seem to be deserving of the cream!" He shot back just as sweetly.

"Oh-hoh? Is that right?" Your eye twitched, smile dropping ever so slightly," Well, perhaps I can show you just how rude I can be when you're banished to the couch, hm?"

"What a card to pull, my dear!" He placed his face in his hands, eyes sparkling with amusement and glee," I must really be pushing your pretty little buttons."

There was a small growl at the back of your throat but you were quick to push it down with a cough, but from Alastor's perked up ears and widening grin, he had heard you.

"Alastor, love of my life, how can I stop you from being a pain in my ass today?" You asked, making sure your tone was light with gentleness despite your foul language.

He let out his typical 'hm', his eyes narrowing in thought as one of his claws tapped his chin,"... A kiss may just suffice."

You blanched at him,"... are you that emotionally chaotic that you have to irritate me to request for a kiss?"

"..." He began to slowly push the cream towards the edge of the table, a challenging glint in his eyes.

His actions basically answered your question, however.

"Oh my-... Okay! Okay." You begrudgingly got up from your seat and walked around the table to your tall deer-man whilst he only watched you with a cute little sparkle in his eyes.

You reached a hand out gently, brushing a knuckle against his cheek before cupping it. The smile couldn't stop from spreading across your lips when you saw him lean into your loving touch. He's come so far where sudden touches are concerned and you've never been more proud.

You leaned down, smile still on your face and you took note of the prideful grin on Alastor's lips as he looked at your lips," Don't look so happy with yourself - you're being a scoundrel, yknow?"

"Oh dear, a scoundrel?" He breathed, pretending to be devastated at the revelation," Whatever can I do to get back into your good graces, my love?"

You leaned down, lips brushing his," Good question..." Your hand fell from his face and you brushed a thumb onto the cream before bringing the white treat to his lips, swiping it across his bottom one,"... Give me what I asked for from the beginning?"

And with that, Alastor closed the gap between you both, lips moulding together perfectly. You hummed into the kiss, cupping his face softly to deepen the kiss, your tongue swiping across his bottom lip to clean the cream off.

At this, the passionate kiss got all the more sweeter. Alastor's hands fell to your hips, kneading the flesh like dough as he focused on the feeling of your soft lips against his.

When you both pulled away for a break, you were left panting against eachothers lips. The red-haired demon smiled widely, eyes lidded," I trust that this has qwelled our little rivalry, hm?"

"I dunno..." you pecked his lips and gave him a teasing grin," You still seem like a scoundrel to me."

Alastor chuckled lowly, "Then let me remind you of how much of a gentleman I can be," dragging you into another sweet kiss.

▢ vox ᯤ

- underlying spice -

"Vox, you're- ah~... You're gonna be fuckin' late idiot," You grunted out as he nipped at your neck, the feeling of his teeth sending literal pulses of electricity through your veins.

He had you caged to his desk, chest pushing against yours. Your bodies were so close together that you could feel a low and pleasurable buzz between you both.

He groaned against your neck," You think I give a shit about meetings when I have you pressed against me like this?" His sharp teeth grazed your skin teasingly, but there was the underlying threat of breaking your skin with them," and you're sooo fuckin' pretty like this too... I'm offended you'd think I'd abandon you in a state like this, babe."

Your hands gripped onto his shirt, giving him a threatening undertone as well," I am not letting you back out of a meeting I've been planning for months just 'cause you wanna get your fucking dick wet." You gritted out, but still not pushing him away.

"You're so bratty today." He pulled from your neck to grin down at you crookedly, an almost lazy tilt to his eyes," only makes me want you more."

"Well, you don't get that privilege dipshit. You need to go. Now." You frowned up at him, tapping his screen with a clawed finger.

"Stop acting like you don't want me to get you off. We both know that's not fuckin' true." He deadpanned.

"I can just go to Val for help." You shrugged absentmindedly," No biggie."

There was a low growl from him as moved his hands to your thighs, lifting you onto his desk suddenly. You yelped from the action and stared on in shock and arousal.

"Stop fucking fighting me on this." He mumbled, leaning in close to your face as his eyes narrowed," as if Val couldn't compare to me- are you fucking shitting me?" He seemed genuinely offended at the notion," You're both power-bottoms, how would that even work?"

"I dunno..." you tried to gain the higher ground by playing with some lint on his suit," I could top, this one time..." you leaned close to his face, an unhinged glint in your eyes," Juuuust to piss. You. Off..."

Suddenly, Vox surged forwards, capturing your lips in his. Almost instantly, his tongue is shoved down your throat, the buzzing of electricity making you moan. You gripped onto his jacket desperately, wanting to deepen the kiss even further but he refused. He set the slow and erotic pace of the kiss, claw digging into your hips to try and control himself. His other hand entangled into your hair, tugging ever so slightly to shove his tongue further into your mouth for more exploration.

Red liquid drooled from his mouth, the same coming from you too as you gasped and moaned into this rough kiss. You could swear the buzzing coming from his tongue was turning your brain into mush, making you forget about your previous grievances and think about him, him, him.

When he pulled from you, trail of red saliva connecting your lips as you panted breathlessly.

"... You're such a whiny fucking baby about everything." You grumbled.

Vox only grinned maniacally, knowing that meant you had given in," and you're easy to push over the edge, baby."

To celebrate his accomplishment of getting out of a meeting to rail you instead, he played an applause sound and people cheering from his screen to really rub it in your face, grin widening at the sight of the twitch of a smile on your lips.

"Oh, shut up!" You laughed out before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss.

▢ lucifer morningstar ⚝

- taste of home -

"Hon, I'm happy for you and everything, but isn't this a little bit excessive?" You mumbled out, a look of concern on your face as you watched him run around his office like a headless chicken to find a thin paintbrush.

"Pffft- Whaaat? No!" He waved his hand dismissively and grinned like a madman as he tinkered away at a little duck, hand painting meticulously," this is the perfect birthday present for her!" He then looked at you from over his shoulder, giving you lidded eyes and a charming grin," just trust the process, pretty."

Your heart fluttered at the nickname and you huffed, giving into his wild ideas as usual. His wonderful mind was a force to be reckoned with, and when he has a plan then there's no stopping him.

"You've been painting ducks for the passed three hours, though." You pointed out and walked over to him when his back was turned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. He didn't even react to your touch, continuing to paint the little ducky like it was his final mission in life.

But he did lean into your touch, however. Maybe he isn't a lost cause after all.

He didn't answer you, but you couldn't help but watch him. His hand moving methodically. You already knew what duck this was going to be, it was almost a perfect replica of Charlie.

But as a duck. Duh.

You smiled softly at the sight of it, watching for a minute or so before you leaned down to his neck, opening your mouth to whisper," Earth to Lou~..." you cooed out gently.

His shoulders tensed and his movements paused, a shiver running down his spine. He bit his lip and then gulped," y-yea-... ahem... yeah?" He could feel his cheeks growing hot at the press of your warm lips to the back of his neck.

"When are you gonna take a break?..." You hummed, trailing your kisses across his neck.

He set the duck down slowly, your affection having a grip on him,"... Now seems like a good time." He hummed back, head tilting to the side to give you more access.

"What a good answer~" you breathed out prasingly, lips sucking a little love bite to the back of his neck which made him moan lowly.

"Y-you're killing me here, beautiful..."

You chuckled," Kind of the idea, hon." Tapping his shoulder, you kissed his cheek," how about you turn around, hm? You can make it up to me with a kiss."

"Make... make it up to you?"

"Make up for ignoring me."

He smirked and turned around in your arms, wrapping his own around your waist, chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you," Oh yeah? My pretty lady wanted attention, huh?" He teased out gently with that heart-warmingly charming grin.

"No no no. You don't get to turn this on me, you tease." You grunted out, brows furrowing as you tapped his forehead.

"And why not?" He challenged, grin never falling.

"... because."

"What groundbreaking reasoning!" He laughed and then pulled you into his lap. A hand trailed up and down your spine lightly, the other moving to pull you closer into him by the waist," If you wanted attention, you could have just said, honey."

"You would have won, then."

"Who says I'm not winning right now?"

You pressed your forehead against his, eyes narrowing," Me."

"... and your word is final, yeah?" His amusement was clear," The King of Hell's word is worthless compared to yours?"

You giggled," correct."

He huffed out a breath of amusement and brought one of your hands to his lips, licking your wrist with a sultry glint to his eyes," Oh, wow... then I guess I really have to step my game up then, eh?"

Watching him with warm cheeks, you nodded with a gentle smile to your lips, "You do."

He brought you close to his face by cupping the back of your neck, pressing a gentle yet passionate kiss to your lips. His tongue immediately licking your bottom lip for permission to enter. You opened your mouth for him, humming lowly in pleasure as your hands ran through his hair.

His lips were warm and soft, they felt like home. The gentleness balanced out with the dominance and sent the perfect shivers throughout your body.

His touch to your back was soothing, claws sliding up and down; drawing patterns, spelling out your name and then his and then drawing a heart around it.

Fuck, he was so cheesy but it only made your love grow more.

[anton-luvr]

can you write riize's reaction to you hugging them randomly? ty ilysm 🥺

# WHEN YOU HUG THEM RANDOMLY ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | fluff | bf au ⚝ note ; here u go anon! thank u for requesting and ilyt <3

# SHOTARO. - he's always smiling, but when he suddenly feels the warmth of your body against his back and your arms around his waist while he's washing the dishes, he smiles impossibly harder. giggles and has to gently pry you off of him because he doesn't want the soapy dishwater to get on you, promising that he's all yours to hug once he's done.

# EUNSEOK. - he was minding his own business reading the newest novel he bought when you suddenly jumped into bed with him and hugged him tightly. he chuckles in confusion as he asks what you're up to this time, because you're always up to something. even though he doesn't believe your "nothing!", he hugs you back anyways <3

# SUNGCHAN. - he's busy folding the laundry when you wrap your arms around him, and he drops the sweater he was folding immediately. will literally jump up from his seat, holler a "YES! CUDDLE TIME!" before carrying you bridal style into the bedroom where he'll smother you in cuddles and kisses.

# WONBIN. - he plays it cool when you suddenly hug him while he's watching tv, but the warmth of your body on his makes his cheeks burn while his heart races a mile a minute. it gets so loud that you have to sit back up and ask him if he's okay, his cherry red cheeks and the flustered smile he offers you already giving you an answer.

# SEUNGHAN. - he immediately has his arms around you too when you wrap yours around him, giggling as he peppered soft kisses all across your face. he hugs you tightly, making sure you can't escape, and you have no choice but to stay in his arms for the next hour, the both of you giggling like silly lovesick highschool students in bed.

# SOHEE. - he sees this as a golden opportunity, and he has to take it. he'll dodge your hug and move away, bursting out in laughter when he sees your surprised frown. "i was just joking, come back!" he clarifies later on, chasing after you to return the hug you wanted to give him. once he does so and kisses you sweetly on the cheek, all your grumpiness fades.

# ANTON. - he gets so shy!!! it's like you flipped a switch when you hugged him because his face is now bright red. gets even more shy when you tease him for it, hiding his face in his hands. but once you get up to move away, he's quick to protest with a "no, don't go!" and asks you to continue to hug him. even though he becomes the color of a fire hydrant when you do so, you kiss him on the cheeks and call him your cute boy anyways <3

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[selenemoonlite]

jeloo I would like to ask for cute reactions or headcanons for hajun, yuto, shiki and kanata, with a very tender mc who always as a routine the first thing she does when she wakes up is give them a hug and a sleepy good morning kiss on their lips (let's say they usually sleep together because they are a couple uub ).. jeje its all thank you and take care \^^/

┈➤ hello there anon! I can do that, however, I can't do Yuto atm as he is not part of the requested list for me to write as of now. I'll be doing, hajun, shiki, and Kanata respectively :3

┈➤ Hajun Yeon

As you know, this man has his routine every single day. But you wouldn't miss a chance to kiss him when he approaches you to check if you're still sleeping.

He is an early bird after all.

There are times when he is cooking breakfast for the both of you much as he already prepared Anne and Allen's meals. You scooped your arms behind him as you simply greeted a groggy "Good Morning" to him.

Hajun flinched he didn't expect this. But he welcomes you to keep hugging him as he cooks with replying to the same greeting back.

Subtle as it looks, Hajun appreciates every bit of your sweetness. He loves how you always greet him every morning waking up and even saying thank you for appreciating his efforts to prepare you a meal.

Hajun would eventually kiss you back after he settles the meal on the table, it's time to eat.

Luckily, Anne and Allen aren't awake cause he is the one doing so. Waking them up for later just for how private his affections were when it came to you.

┈➤ Kanata Yatonokami

Mere tsundere he is easily disses his in denial that he blushes when you do that to him.

Kanata isn't the affectionate type of person so he feels rather unease but yet willing to reciprocate the same affection you poured. He adores how much you understand his situation and that's how he stayed with you.

He would murmur his gushy reactions of you to stop kissing him every time you two woke same in the bed as him. Of course, that wouldn't stop you from showering lots and lots of kisses towards Kanata.

He deserves all the kisses and love you could ever have. Leaving a flustered mess and tsundere Kanata.

The other way around would be Kanata doing the back hug when you're trying to cook breakfast or any meals you could prefer to serve. As long as it's your cooking.

Stubborn as it seems, there are times when Kanata doesn't wanna leave you in bed with him and wants to stay like this forever.

The heaven felt in his eyes, the security and safety when he is with you.

Kanata would shrug if you attempted to hug him back. Cause you're too sweet for him.

Has the guts to carry you in bed to cuddle with him whenever he needs you.

┈➤ Ando Shiki

Is too flustered that's for sure. He cannot resist those pretty and ticklish kisses.

Might be overwhelming at first, but it's your kisses that surprise him. It caught him off guard when you're the one who wakes up early than him.

Shiki wants to return the cute favor because he thinks it's unfair if he doesn't kiss you back. You didn't mind, but a quick peck on the forehead since he feels a bit awkward to take the initiative of kissing your lips.

The poor boy always gets his face red as a tomato when you shower your attention on him.

You would say your morning greetings, and a simple "I love you" is such a heart-pounding response to Shiki that he couldn't get enough of it.

His smiles are the brightest when he sees you cooking for him a sign of love, you don't mind giving him a lovely service to cook a meal for Shiki

When eating, his face would be flushed trying your attempts to feed him. His reactions are so priceless that you couldn't help but tease him more.

He loves you just as you love him and what matters the most to him.

Stuttering whenever he tries to say those three words back, you giggle at his cute reactions as always.

[div1nepetal]

Hello can you please make a Tumblr layout for furina from genshin impact.

Hii! I’m so sorry there is not much media for her, the only media I was able to do for my layout were from zooming into her. You may feel free to take it!!

FYI I used transparent icons to make her only emoji as my header hope this helped !!

[moonartemisia]

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[jeongharine]

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⚝ wonwoo x reader

⚝ comedy, light smut

⚝ notes: the one where jeon wonwoo is your nerdy math tutor. but he’s unexpectedly hot. and you’re his friend’s sister. obviously. (part ii)

“a pc bang?” “yes she’s always there,” says hoshi, while munching down his sandwich.

“but i can’t teach her there-” “of course you can’t, but you’ll find her there. it’s the one on the left around the corner,”

“now, remind me why i am doing this,” “because you’re my friend and i’m fantastic at being one,”

wonwoo just gulps down his apple juice, looking at the time on his phone.

“you should change this narrative, it’s getting boring,” “wonu, i just need you to do me this favour because if she doesn’t pass this class it’ll be a problem, okay?”

a sigh. “yes, that’s fine. but only for this class okay?” hoshi grins, all teeth “you’re the best,”

“yeah.. i better be going then, i hope she’s a well-mannered student otherw-” wonwoo says, setting off.

“oh.. about that..” “what?” he stops.

“nothing, she listens well,” hoshi says, scratching the back of his head.

x

she listens well when she wants to, he should have said.

not that this a surprise for wonwoo, knowing her brother. but damn, this girl is getting on his nerves.

“okay y/n, let me be clear. your brother begged me to give you lessons, so now please can we go to the library?”

“nu-uh, i have a tournament here this afternoon. we can do another day,” you crack your fingers and re-position your chair.

“see, maybe this is why you’re not getting through this class. you can do the tournament another day, it’s more important to study matrix systems to pass the exam than gaming,”

“boooooring, i will do that tonight if i feel like it okay? i don’t need your-” you turn your chair around to face him. “...help...”

since when your brother’s friends were this handsome. holy fuck, with that cap on before you couldn’t see anything and maybe he should have kept it on for your sanity. fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. fuckity fuck.

you can see that he is deeply annoyed by your behaviour, probably he’s used to people who take academic life very seriously. nah, he’s friend with hoshi so. you scoff a laugh.

and he’s just there, looking at you, waiting for an answer.

or maybe to beg you.

“but on second thoughts...” you begin to say, “we can come to an agreement..” “that is?” he shifts in his position.

“we game for about an hour, because you game and i can see that just by looking at your face. and then, we can look at the first two chapters of maths analysis. i think this we’ll do, yes.” you grin widely.

and he hates to admit that the grinning suits you best.

wonwoo promised hoshi that he would have at least gotten through the matrix systems today with you, but here he is. without a fucking clue of what to do.

and you are just looking at him smiling prettily, as if you absolutely don’t know how charming and good-looking you are.

so wonwoo just sighs, and turns his head to glance at the pc screen near him.

even his side profile is pretty, you think to yourself.

“fine. but at least let’s play some battlegrounds.”

“can’t promise you anything,” you say pleasantly, eyes creasing in a glittering smile that suddenly makes wonwoo skittish.

x

“do you want to fuck my brains out?”

the air in his little dorm becomes unbearably stuffy all of a sudden but you refuse to let it show, after finally voicing the thoughts that were possessing your head for the past few weeks.

wonwoo turns to face you, looking far more collected. you never would have thought it would all come to a head like this in his room on a monday afternoon. but here you are, feeling a little light headed but inexplicably brave.

“i mean,” you say. “doesn’t every girl on campus you know want you to fuck their brains out?” “that you have to tell me, i don’t think i can give you an answer,” he says, piling up the books on his desk.

he starts to drum his long fingers on the cover of the statistics textbook for a good minute, eyes focused on the dusty windowsill while he is chewing on the inside of his cheek.

and it takes you a second to really make that sink in: wonwoo is restless. he is hanging on your next words.

“so, are you going to say something or you will make me wait here all afternoon?”

you smile. and he hates how his palpitations go up by a notch.

“neither. just knowing that you rubbed one out to the thought of me is closure enough to me.” he clearly tenses up. “who says i have?”

you close your textbook with a thud. “oh, don’t be embarrassed wonu. we’ve all been there at one point or another.”

he’s at the brink of being disgusted with himself for getting a hard on when you just used his nickname like that, but despite it all his heart still leaps up into his throat when you sit up from his bed and collect your bag.

“you touched yourself thinking of me?”

you look at him with one hand on the door handle and wonwoo swears his vision blurs slightly as you grin at him like that.

“you say it like you’re surprised.”

there is no build up, no easing you into the uncharted waters. he kisses open the seam of your mouth without any hesitation, the heat of your tongue against his. it feels so harsh and erotic, so completely unlike the wonwoo you just got to know.

so polite and so pleasant.

but now his hands are on you. and you haven’t had the time to realize your eyes were closed until his hands come up to palm around your waist, searching for skin while you whine against him.

your brain is foggy with the taste of him. he pulls back just as you starts to sway in his arms.

“you don’t even know...” he traces up your back. “..what you do to me, uhm?” you gulp, lips all wet.

the muskiness of him makes your head spin fast, especially when he leaves soft kisses on the skin behind your ear. his mouth is so hypnotic, every move perfectly placed.

“wonwoo,” you stammer, not knowing what else to say. your voice has gone croaky and his hand is venturing up your sweater now, not looking like it would stop any time soon.

your breath catches in your throat when wonwoo trails his fingertips over your clothed breast, dancing across it before brushing the underside. you expected his touches to be harsh, sharp. but they are slow, feather-light. practiced.

his chest heaving like he’s just run a mile, the skin of his stomach hard and hot under your fingers from where you shoved his t-shirt up. his lips are smooth when you inch up to kiss him, gently by his cupid’s bow just to make him grunt. wonwoo’s hands curl around your wrists gently, pampering you with kisses for a couple of minutes before pulling away.

“fuck me,” you whisper. and then, because he has to double take like he didn’t quite hear you right. “fuck me wonwoo, please.”

“please. please, wonu. i’m begging.”

“y/n…” wonwoo growls, because he is really close to pop a blood vessel when you sound all whiny and shameless like that.

“i don’t care if someone will hear us,” you murmur against his mouth before pressing it there for a short kiss. you proceed to trail wet pecks all over his jaw and neck, so that he has to close his eyes with a soft sigh. 

“fuck,” he whispers, “you’re really begging me to fuck you here when your brother could come back any minute,” wonwoo says, kissing you.

it’s getting difficult for you to respond when his hand ventures down to undo your jeans though, mouth hanging open in pleasure while he nips at your bottom lip before pushing you back down on his bed. 

“you have to be extra quiet, okay?” he huffs. and there is something wonderfully satisfying for wonwoo to see you like this, underneath him and all putty in his hands.

“wonu,” you whine again, accepting the soft kiss he presses on your lips before he turns you over and positions you how he wants: on your knees, ass up, face pushed into a pillow to muffle your moans.

“you’re so impatient,” he chuckles behind you, but it sounds so soft. fond, even. he pecks your ear swiftly while you listen to him sliding down your jeans and undies and prepare himself, your heart thudding in anticipation. you’re so thrilled you barely register the embarrassment and awkwardness of being left to wait like this, propped up and ready for him to fuck you stupid. and you gasp when you finally feel his erection against your weeping slit, hot and everything you want.

he keeps grinding against your slick folds. “wonwoo,” you whimper, because his tip keeps slipping in and that alone is making you gush. you push your hips back, tears blurring your sight with how desperately you want him inside you. “please.”

he chuckles softly, leaning over to kiss your shoulder before finally pushing into you.

x

“so, i assume the lessons are going well since you two see each other three times a week now,” hoshi says, voice muffled by the noodles he’s slurping.

his eyes are set on wonwoo’s face, lost in the gimbap in front of him.

because if wonwoo has to be real honest, the lessons are going really well, yes. but also his dating life.

and how can he say that to hoshi... ‘oh yeah, she’s really smart hosh and also a fucking star at giving head!’

in his defence, wonwoo would probably never get over the fact that he has succeded in pulling someone like you. he suddenly turns pink thinking about your pretty smile and your prettier laugh. the glint in your eyes when gaming together and the concentrated face you make when trying to understand math concepts that even he has difficulties in teaching. you clinging onto his arm, the late night ramen runs at the convenience store and your honeyed sighs and moans when you’re in the private of your own.

so yeah, he doesn’t really know where to start with this.

“wonu-yah?” hoshi hisses, and suddenly wonwoo gulps when his friend is holding his stare in a vice grip.

“we’re fucking hosh,” he admits timidly, and hoshi starts swearing.

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

"What's My Favorite?"

✧ FINISHED!! ✧

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary. Gojo asks you what your favorite of his body parts are, and you answer. Little did he know, you've thought about it before.

☾₊‧⁺ Paring. F!reader x Bestie!flirty!S.Gojo.

Note. ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ So, I needa sleep so badly, and I had a really good idea. Btw, I think I did a good job.

link.

When you and Satoru first met, you would have never imagined he'd be asking you to spend the night, give hugs, cuddle, train, and help him with injuries (even though he can self-heal), really, just being his best friend. Or, maybe more...

But when you come to his house some random Saturday, like normal, it takes a turn.

You and he are watching some comedy show and relaxing on his couch when he turns to you with one of his usual sleazy grins, leaning over a bit.

"Heya, y/n. What's your favorite body part of mine?" Before you can speak, he cuts you off with an obnoxious, "AH-AH-AH-AH!!" And then says,

"I want you to touch it." Which is already straightforward enough, but you don't mind. You're used to his usual antics, after all. So, without much hesitation, you slowly reach your finger out and lean his glasses down, very gently caressing his eyelid.

"Your eyes," you start, looking at him with a neutral but soft look. "I like your eyes out of all your body parts." You say in a calm tone, seeing the way his teeth slightly poke out of his smile.

"Really? Out of all my amazing features, you choose the generic, "YoU hAvE sUcH nicE eYeS"?" He giggles, not even trying to hide it. He then gently moves your hand to his neck.

"What about here? Do you like it? My Adam's Apple? Or, maybe you like the thought of choking me?" He teases, leaning his head down so his glasses fall off. Your gaze widens ever so slightly but quickly fades once you realize the game he's playing.

"Huh. Maybe I would like that. To squeeze your throat 'till you're gagging, tears in your eyes. You'd probably like that, too, huh?"

You say as you gracefully glide your hand to his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before slowly moving the edge of his shirt down to reveal some skin.

"Huh? My shoulder, hmm? What exactly should you-" "Hickeys."

You cut him off with partly raised eyebrows that are squeezed together, your mouth in a resting position.

He stays silent for a few seconds before sucking in air through his mouth, grinning lazily and leaning in closer.

"Hickeys, you say? Well, aren't you just-"

You cut him off again by putting your finger on his mouth, pushing his lips to his teeth before pulling them apart, kneading the bottom one with your pointer finger and thumb.

"I could kiss those. But that's kinda basic, hmm? Maybe you could suck my titties, or, wait, no, my clit? Eat me out with these?"

You whisper in a soft yet sensual tone, looking him right in the eyes as you do. He can't reply anymore. You've stunned him into silence. He opens his mouth before shutting it, a light red hue appearing on his cheeks. That makes you a bit proud.

You then grab a tuft of his hair, gently pulling from the roots to the end, then grabbing another piece and doing the same.

"I bet you like having this pulled, huh? When you're not doing it right, do you need me to guide you a bit with your hair? Or will you always do it right? Please me in the way I want?"

The man actually flinches at your attitude, surprised by your boldness. Sure, he flirts, you flirt, but it never really goes anywhere. But, here you both are, already talking like your in the bedroom.