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[sissylittlefeather]

How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 6

A/N: I'm sorry this one took so long! I have a hard time writing sometimes, but y'all keep me inspired and I thank you for it. ICYMI, this is the time travel/soulmate AU with Elvis and a fem!reader.

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Special thanks to @ccab for loving this series so much that I can't abandon it. This one's for you, baby.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, AND DRINKING, POSSIBLE ALCOHOLISM, and ANGSTTTTTT

Word count: ~3.5k

There's no way he's leaving you now. Not like this.

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When your alarm goes off the next morning you roll over and groan, turning it off haphazardly. Elvis has been awake for a while, watching you sleep. He knows today might be rough for you, but he has a question that's burning in his mind and just won't go away. Seeing you last night has him worried about your wellbeing.

"You alright, honey?"

"Mmm. No." You groan and snuggle into his chest. Your hangover has your head pounding and your stomach rolling over. You want nothing more than to sleep in his arms for the next 24 hours, but he seems determined to wake you up.

"You need food. Come on." He tries to get you out of the bed, but you don't move.

"Later. I need sleep."

"Y/n, it's almost noon." You laugh.

"So much for my 10:30 class."

"Come on, honey. We gotta get up."

"Why??" You whine and snuggle under the covers again.

"Because we need to talk." This gets your attention. It doesn't sound like he has a good talk in mind. Has he had enough of you? You should've known this was coming. You've been a mess for almost two years now. It makes sense that he would notice it and want to cut ties as soon as possible. Making a portal will be difficult if he doesn't love you or even like you anymore. You sit up and grimace.

"Talk about what?"

"Let's just go get some food." Somehow, you manage to slink out of bed and get some clothes on. You know you must look terrible, but you don't care. It matches the way you feel, both physically and emotionally. He's not even gone yet and you already miss him.

About twenty minutes later, you find yourself in a booth at a local breakfast place and he waits for you to finish as many fried potatoes as you can stomach before he comes back to his question.

"Y/n, I told you we need to talk about something."

"I know. You're ready to leave and never come back, aren't you?"

"What? No. The exact opposite. I'm worried about you."

"About me? Why?"

"Are you happy?"

"Right now?" You look around the restaurant and consider your current level of happiness.

"No. When I'm not here. Are you... are you okay?" You look down at your hands. So he has picked up on the fact that you're not doing so great. You think for a long time before you answer him. Should you be honest and tell him that you've been miserable every day for almost two years? Or should you act like everything is fine, so he'll go back through the portal to his own life? You look back up into his eyes and know you can't lie.

"No. I'm not." He grabs your hand where it sits on the table and watches as your eyes fill with tears.

"That's what I was afraid of. It's my fault isn't it?" He rubs small circles on the back of your hand.

"No, Elvis it's not you. I just should never have left you alone. I know how much it hurt you. I'll regret it forever." A single tear slides down your cheek.

"Honey, no. You had to go. We didn't know any other way. I understand that. I don't blame you for anything." He stands up and scoots in next to you on your side of the booth as the tears start to stream down your face and your shoulders quake with the intensity of your sadness. You feel his arm wrap around you and he holds you as tightly as he can without hurting you. You cry and cry into his chest and it feels like all the pain from the last two years finally has some release.

He holds you and looks at the ceiling trying not to let his own tears fall. His resolve to never leave you gets stronger and stronger. How could he when he knows how badly you need him?

******

You spend the next week together and slowly you start to feel better. His presence is reassuring and almost healing. Knowing that he's forgiven you does wonders for your depression. Still, every time he ignores a portal, a small part of you worries that he might be missing his last chance. You know he has to go back. He has to become the man the world knows. And as much as you want to keep him here, you know he can't stay forever.

On Friday, one of your friends invites you to a party at his house. Elvis is nervous about you drinking again, but he agrees to come along just to be with you. Before you head over, your friends come over to pre-party like always. The shots of Fireball start to go around again and Elvis throws back two just to try to ease his nerves about how the night will go. He has a bad feeling, for some reason, but the Fireball helps.

By the time you get to the party, you're both pretty relaxed and ready to have a good time. You stay together and mingle with the other party guests. When you decide it's time for a second drink, though he tries to stop you gently.

"Y/n, are you sure? Remember how you felt on Monday?" You stop and look up at him surprised.

"I'm sorry; are you my dad now?" He rolls his eyes as you walk away to get another drink. He follows close behind you.

"No, I'm just sayin' maybe you don't really wanna do this again." He steps in between you and the bar. "You know I love you. I just want what's best for you."

"Ha. Okay. How about this: I'll listen to you when you start listening to me about leaving." The alcohol in your system makes you brazen. You can't ignore it anymore.

"That is not the same at all, honey."

"Except it is. I know what's best for you, you know what's best for me. Now, let me get a drink, please." The thought of sending him through the portal inspires you to drink even more, but you know it has to be done. Maybe if you push him away now, it'll be easier for both of you. He steps out of the way to let you walk up to the bar. To your surprise, he gets himself another two shots of Fireball. This may not end well for either of you. When you get away from the bar, he puts his arm around your waist and pulls you in close. You think back to your earlier plan to push him away. Despite the unbelievable comfort you find in his embrace, you know now is the time.

"You know, you don't always have to stay with me. You can walk around and talk to people. I'm fine." He looks down into your face, shocked.

"Doll, I'm perfectly happy to stay right here. Fore-"

"Don't say it." You interrupt him before he can. This whole situation is breaking your heart and you just need him to get it over with and go. Before either of you can say anything else though, your friend, Zach, that lives at the house calls to him.

"John! What's up, man?" He pats him on the back and shakes his hand. Elvis quickly rearranges his face to hide everything he's feeling as a result of your conversation. Sometimes you forget he's such a talented performer, but watching him change like this brings it all back to you.

They chat for a bit about music, since Zach was present for Elvis's karaoke success and he plays the guitar himself. Somehow the conversation ends with Zach fetching two guitars from his bedroom.

"Hey, yo, cut the music!" Zach hollers to no one in particular. The party music stops and the jam session begins. Luckily, Zach is an Elvis fan and there's a good number of songs they can play together. When Elvis starts to sing, you notice something you haven't before: the other girls. He certainly has their attention as they stand in various states of attraction. Some giggle, some blush, and some simply stand with their mouths slightly open. You look back at him and he's eating it up. Maybe it's the alcohol, but maybe it's just who he is. You shouldn't be surprised. You've read about him and his ways with women. It's different to see it in action when he's supposed to be with you, though. A few of them come close to him and sit down around him and he sings directly to them with a flirty smile. When he winks at your friend Stephanie, you turn away and head to the bar. There's only one guy back there, since everyone else is busy watching the music taking place in the living room.

"What're you drinkin'?"

"I don't care. Give me a shot of anything."

"A girl after my own heart." He smiles and you notice he's actually really cute with his round blue eyes and sandy brown hair fixed in a faux hawk. You take the shot that he hands you and smile in return.

"Thanks. I'm y/n." You reach out to shake his hand and he kisses yours gently.

"I'm Jeff. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He's a little dorky, but you're kind of into it.

"You're not an Elvis fan, I take it?" He asks.

"Ha, no that's not exactly... I just... it's hard to explain."

"No worries. We can talk about something else. What's the best concert you've ever been to?"

Your conversation continues while Elvis plays in the living room. He looks up from the throng of girls that has gathered around him to try to find you, but you're nowhere to be found. He turns back to Zach and hands him the guitar.

"Thanks, that was fun. I've gotta find my girl, though." The party music starts back up and the girls close in on him to try to get him to dance, or more, but he gently brushes them off. He's getting more and more nervous about your whereabouts. When he finds you, you're doing another shot with Jeff. After you finish it, you lean your head on his shoulder and laugh. You've had more than enough alcohol and you're clearly not thinking straight. Elvis stands there in shock for a good thirty seconds before he walks up to you.

"Are you having fun?"

"Oh shit, it's my boyfriend." You giggle and pop your head up.

"Something like that." He wraps his arm around you and pulls you over to him. "Come on, it's time to go."

"Maybe I don't want to leave. Maybe I want to stay here with Jeff." You gesture to the guy at the bar. Elvis's eyes burn with something you haven't seen before. It's a kind of possessive anger and jealousy and you should know not to push him. But you're drunk and sad and want to push him away, so you double down. "Maybe you should take one of your fangirls home."

"Oh shit." Jeff says and laughs out loud. Elvis turns to him and grabs the front of his shirt.

"Give me an excuse, fucker." This sobers you significantly and you step in between them facing Elvis.

"Babe, don't. Okay? I'll go with you." You almost called him Elvis in front of all these people, but you caught it at the last second. Still, the pet name seems to pull him back down to earth and soften him. He lets go of Jeff's shirt and puts his arm around your shoulders.

"Let's get the hell outta here." He guides you to the exit, forgetting that you drove and shouldn't drive home. He digs your keys out of your purse and gets you settled in the front seat. Then, he slides into your seat behind the steering wheel. He knows how to drive a car, obviously, but this is not any kind of car he's familiar with. It takes him a good ten minutes, but he eventually figures out the push-button start and how to adjust your mirrors and seat with the electric controls. While he's doing all of that, all you can do is look out the window and cry quietly. You know what needs to happen tonight. And more importantly, you know what you're sending him back to. Or rather, who you're sending him back to. He'll fall in love a few times and none of them will be with you. And then he'll get married. That won't be you either. You can't live like this anymore. You have to let him go. And the very thought of that damn near breaks you.

"Hon? What's wrong?" He's finally figured out how to drive your car and noticed that you're crying.

"You have to leave. Tonight."

"What the hell? Because of the other girls? Look, I'm sorry about that. But I don't want any of them. I don't want anyone but you." He reaches out and touches your face and it just makes you cry harder.

"No, not because of that."

"Then let's just forget about it. I'm not going anywhere." You ride the rest of the way in silence with his hand in yours, tears still sliding down your face.

Finally, you get back to your house and you've managed to stop crying. He comes around to your side to help you out of the car. You're so exhausted from the events of the evening that he half-carries you to your room.

When you make it inside, you stand in your room just looking at each other. He leans down and kisses your mouth gently. You grab the back of his neck and pull him into a deeper kiss, putting every emotion you're feeling into the movement of your tongue against his. He snakes his arms around your waist and holds you close, pushing your hips into his. You feel his erection growing and swallow the lump in your throat. He pulls back and looks into your eyes.

"You're not too drunk for this?"

"I'm really not. I promise." He sees how clear your eyes are and knows you're telling the truth, so he goes back to kissing you. You know you'll need to have sex with him to do what needs to be done. But the fact that this is probably the last time you will hits you squarely in your chest and settles there.

He pulls your shirt up and over your head and you do the same with his. He presses his chest to yours and puts his hands behind your back to undo your bra. For the first time, he manages to get it off all by himself.

"Ah ha! I got it!" He's so excited that he tosses your bra to the side and lifts you so that your legs are wrapped around his waist. You grab onto him and hold him a little too tightly. He lays you down on the bed, climbing in next to you, and puts his hand on the side of your face.

"Doll, what's wrong? Please tell me." You search for something you can tell him that won't give away your plan.

"I'm just sad again. Ignore me."

"You know I can't do that. Do you not want to do this?"

"No! I want to! I need it. Please." He remembers how you were there for him when he needed you and nods.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop." He runs his hand down your neck to your chest, massaging your breast gently. Then, he keeps going down to your hip, pulling you into him. He kisses down your neck and slides his hand under your pants and down to your center. Teasing your entrance with his finger, he gathers some of the wetness gathered there and begins to massage your clit. You moan softly and your hips buck forward into his hand.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"God, yes."

"Good. I just wanna make you feel good tonight." You whimper as he pulls his hand out to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs and off. He makes his way back up to your center, pressing hot kisses to your legs along the way. When he gets back up to the place where your thighs come together, he presses a kiss to you through your panties. He pulls them off too and pushes his mouth onto you, settling his tongue on your clit. He licks up each side and then begins to move over and around it in the way that only he can.

"Yes! Elvis!" You moan loudly and run your fingers through his hair.

"That's my good girl." He says it quickly and goes back to licking you. You feel the pressure of your orgasm gathering in your center as he laps at you, moving down to slide his tongue into your slit periodically. Finally, he slips two fingers into you and pushes them in and out quickly while he tightens his tongue and drags it over your clit repeatedly.

"Oh God! I'm gonna come!" You whisper breathlessly.

"Do it, baby, come for me. I wanna feel you." Just as he ends his sentence, you feel the burst of your orgasm take off and reverberate across your body.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck, yes." You moan through gritted teeth as you pulse around his fingers. He smiles and kisses your clit one last time before taking his pants off.

The thing that's settled in your chest threatens to come screaming out of you and you feel the tears begin to gather again. As he climbs back up your body, you grab him and pull him into a kiss, hoping you can distract him from the fact that you're almost crying again. You press your forehead to his with your eyes closed and whisper.

"Make love to me, Elvis." He pulls back and looks you in the eye. Something is wrong and he knows it.

"Do you know how much I love you, y/n?"

You nod and lose control of the tears as they run down your cheeks. "You're sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, please. I need to know you love me." He lines his cock up with your entrance and pushes into you slowly. When he fills you fully, he pulls back and slides into you again.

"I love you more than I ever thought was possible." He kisses your cheek and thrusts into you again. "I love you so much that I don't even feel like I'm fully myself without you." Your voice catches in your throat.

"Please don't say that."

"Y/n, I love you with everything that I am." He continues to push into you slowly, picking up speed with each thrust. You grab him and hold him tightly while he moves against you. You wrap your legs around him and try to get as close to him as possible. If you could, you'd melt into him completely and stay with him forever. But you can't and you know that. So instead you hold him and cry silently as he drives into you as gently and lovingly as possible.

"I'm gettin' close, doll." You nod and he kisses the tears on your cheeks. He begins to pump in and out faster before he reaches his climax and moans loudly, shuddering into you. He pulls out of you and rolls over, cradling you against his chest.

When you hear the buzzing sound, you squeeze him tight and then stand up. Your hands are shaking and the tears continue to flow.

"Get up, Elvis. You have to get dressed."

"What? No. I told you-"

"Do you want to go through naked?!" You yell at him and he stands up ready to fight you on this.

"I'm not going! I'm staying here with you forever, y/n! I can't leave you. You're the love of my life."

"No. I'm not. You have to go back to her. You have to get married and be a dad. I can't take those things from you." You toss him his pants and he puts them on without thinking.

"Then I'll marry you. I'll have babies with you. That's what I want anyway!"

"You can't. Elvis, God, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry. You know I will always love you, right?"

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"For this." You shove the rest of his uniform into his hands and push on his chest with both hands as hard as you can. You manage to catch him off guard just enough and he stumbles backwards, falling through the portal.

"Nooo!!" You hear him yell as he disappears.

The portal closes with a pop.

You fall to the floor and sob openly.

******

Back in 1960, Elvis falls backwards onto the floor of the train station and scrambles into the bathroom. He manages to get his uniform back on and then slides down the wall, tears streaming down his face.

What will happen to you without him?

Will he ever see you again?

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Will there be a next chapter?

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[summ3rg4l]

HIII I was wondering if you could do some Craig x reader dating hcs?💕(some smut too but only if you feel comfortable <3)

Sorry it took me literally forever to write this 😭😭😭

Cw/Tw: None

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Relationship:: Established relationship

Note:: I didn’t feel in the mood to write the smut part but I might some other day sorry. Also if you want to request anything please read the pinned post on my blog!

Reader pronouns:: She/her

Type:: Just fluffy headcannons!

Craig Tucker—★

When I look at Craig he seems like the type of person to bite reader for no reason (thats probably why his teeth are fucked up). He would be cuddling with you and then you suddenly him bite your shoulder.

He loves it when you flip him off after he flips you off. Like you ate one of his fries or something then you get the middle finger but you do it back, got him thinking “yep she’s the one.”

He gets jealous sometimes but he’d just ignore you and go pout in a corner till you ask what’s wrong, but even then he wouldn’t tell you so you’d have to push

If you buy/make little outfits for stripe he will literally marry you right then and there

Let’s be fr Craig is a bully so he’d be covered in bruises and cuts so you have to be his personal doctor <3

If you wear makeup he would want to watch you put it on but call you dumb for wearing it. He’s constantly asking what stuff is

“What is that tube of clear stuff? It looks dumb.”

“The lip gloss???”

You share your stuff with him but he doesn’t let you lay a finger on his

He would be shy to kiss you because of his braces but after you two date for a while he would give you little pecks all over your face for no real reason 🥹

Craig really reminds me of a cat so he would knock over stuff that’s just sitting there

*Knocks over water bottle*

“Why did you do that?”

“Why not?”

He likes to hold your hand when you guys are walking somewhere in public. He gotta make sure people know you’re taken 😈💪💪

He’ll come up behind you and give you a hug then lay his head on your shoulder and whisper something like “I missed you.”

He’s not really a nickname kinda guy. He wouldn’t care if you gave him one but the best he could do is “honey”

He’s surprisingly good at comforting you. You could be crying about anything and he’d instantly make you feel better

He’s actually pretty romantic! He’d pull up to your house with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates on Valentine’s Day

“These are for you honey.”

“I’m allergic to it roses.”

“…”

Before you guys get together he would talk about you to his friends ALL THE TIME

“If (name) was my girlfriend I’d be sooo happy..”

[magnifythesun]

Someone should write a cute short fic or drabble about Ianthony helping Erin get the car back ... ;);)

Ian and Anthony going with Erin to get her car is one of my favorite Smosh things that's happened recently! Love this prompt heehee! I don't remember if we know why Erin's car was in custody, and I'm not gonna look it up, here we go!

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Erin paced furiously up and down the hallway, fingers flying on her phone. Tommy ducked out of the crying bathroom, giving her a nervous glance as he left. She seriously considered taking her own turn in the crying bathroom but didn't quite make it before another text came in from her mom.

"Where... is your car exactly..."

Not the ellipses! Erin couldn't handle this right now.

"The police station mom!! 😭" She sent the first text frantically, then continued, "They were cleaning the streets and they towed it!!! I didn't see any signs with warnings or anything!!!!"

"Well you're going to have to go get it..." Her mom replied.

"yesss, but how? It's like five miles away! In LA!!! I can't just walk over there! It would take a million years and I'd get hit by a car😭😭😭"

"Can one of your coworkers drive you there? ❤️"

Erin thought about it. Most everyone had a car, and it's not like she was new anymore, but it still felt a little presumptuous to ask anyone. The police station was 5 miles away and Google Maps was estimating nearly an hour-long drive due to traffic.

"I don't know, maybe. It's a lot to ask... long drive..." Erin texted back, throwing her mom her own set of ellipses. Payback.

"Ask around, honey, and it'll all be okay. Bring some money though, they're going to charge you to pick it up."

"😭😭😭😭" Erin responded, then put her phone screen to sleep. She rubbed a hand over her face wearily as she walked out of the hall back toward civilization.

"Everything okay?"

Erin abruptly stopped so she wouldn't run right into Ian.

"Oh god, didn't see you there!" She stepped back and looked up at him. Ian's eyes were betraying his concern even as his face maintained his regular placid expression. Erin wondered how close to tears she looked.

Ian raised his eyebrows.

"I'm all good," Erin assured him, "But, well, I'm just worried about my car."

More visible concern formed on Ian's face. "What happened to it?"

"It got towed cause they were cleaning the street," Erin sighed. "I've got to run," She continued, already starting to walk away from him, "Gotta ask around to see if anyone could drive me the five miles over there."

"Oh, alright, uh, good luck!" Ian called after her.

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A few minutes later, Erin was still hand-wringing over who to ask first when she found herself cornered in the kitchen. Anthony was leaning on the counter in front of her while Ian hovered off to the side.

"I hear you've got a car emergency?" Anthony said, sympathetic smile on his face.

Erin blinked at him. "Uh, yeah?"

Anthony looked over at Ian. "How far did you say it was?"

"Five miles," Ian said lightly.

"Oh, only five miles," Anthony nodded his head. "Well," He looked back at Erin and waved a thumb between himself and Ian. "We'll take you there."

Erin gripped the counter behind her slightly, surprise and hope warring in her chest. "For real? It's like an hour drive."

"In LA at this hour? Yeah, I figured," Anthony gave her a reassuring grin. "It'll be fun!"

"An adventure!" Ian chimed in, "We can grab a Starbucks and everything."

Erin let out a relieved laugh. "That sounds amazing. Thanks guys!"

"Don't thank us yet," Ian said warningly, "I'm assuming you've never seen Anthony drive."

"Hey!" Anthony reached over and shoved him out of the kitchen, Ian obviously letting the push carry him further than necessary. Anthony looked back at Erin. "Don't listen to him, I'm a fantastic driver. C'mon, let's go!"

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Erin stumbled out of the car, clutching her coffee. Let's just say, if she hadn't gotten used to her mother's wild driving as a child, she'd be a lot more traumatized right now.

"See, safe and sound!" Anthony declared, shutting his door.

"Makes you grateful you're about to get your own car back, huh?" Ian muttered to her as he passed, heading toward the door of the police station, matcha latte in hand. Erin stifled her giggle.

What followed was a boring string of bureaucracy, unimpressed expressions from the receptionists, and a fee larger than she'd hoped, but she'd finally succeeded in getting her car back.

Right as she was waiting for the clerk to approve the last of the paperwork, she snapped a surreptitious pic of Ian and Anthony. They were both leaning against a counter, looking down at their phones, so nonchalant in their willingness to be there for her. A bubbling feeling of warmth bounced around her chest. She couldn't imagine her bosses from any previous job caring enough to help her out with this.

Grinning at her phone, she typed out the caption: "& Ty to my smosh dads for helping me get my car back from the police <3"

She reached her phone out toward them from where she was sitting. "All good if I post this?"

They both looked over. Ian barked out a laugh while Anthony started grinning. "Go for it," Anthony waved a hand expansively while Ian gave a thumbs up.

Erin hit post right as the clerk called out her name.

The three of them walked back out into the warm LA afternoon.

"See you back at Smosh!" Ian called over, "If we make it back in one piece."

"You're a big baby." Anthony grumbled, though he was clearly laughing as he waved a goodbye to Erin.

"See you guys there!" Erin waved back as she got into her own car. She placed her hands on the steering wheel firmly and reveled in having her own car back. "What a relief," She sighed. Starting the car, she grabbed her phone as she let the air conditioning get started.

She had a single text message, from her dad.

"Oh, so one dad isn't good enough for you anymore? 😢 Haha, glad you got your car back honey."

Erin grinned, put the phone down and started the long drive back to Smosh.

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Post-writing note: sorry to anthony and erin's mother in particular, I'm sure you're both great drivers irl lolol! Also in the course of writing this I found the real reason her car was impounded but im not changing it in the fic lmao. AU!Erin's car impoundment

[rorywritesjunk]

Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: Soft NC-17 for this chapter. Warning: Communication is a THING. These two are trying. Buggy is mopey. They're working on it, okay. Talks of sex, some touching happens, Cupcake needs her man. A/N: Still dealing with relationship stuff.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e @fanshavegottensotoxic @honey-deerling

Chapter 13

The two of you took a ‘break’ from what you had been up to for a month, instead going back to more simple sex. Buggy still thought writing up scripts was the way to go, but you were neutral on the idea. While you understood where he was coming from as it was to make you more comfortable, it felt like maybe some of the fun and spontaneity was taken out of it, which you told him when he brought it up again one night, leading to an argument.

“It’s for your benefit!” He insisted as he held out the blank sheets of paper to you. “I don't want you upset again!”

“Buggy, I appreciate it but I don't think it's going to work!” You told him from your spot on the bed, refusing to take the stack from him. “Why does it have to be a script? Why can't we just write out some things that are not okay to say?”

“Becaaaaause!” He whined pitifully. “What if I upset you again? Baby, I don't want to make you cry!”

“If we talk things out we’ll be okay.” You sighed as he pouted at you. He looked silly, face still full of makeup, hair pulled back in his bandana, lips pouty as he looked down at you with the papers in his hand. He kept trying to get you to take it from him, which you knew if you did it meant the possibility of him wanting to write out extravagant scenes of sex that could either be incredibly cringy or incredibly arousing, you weren't sure.

“Okay, okay, here's my suggestion.” You finally said. “We can try it once and if it ends up working then great, but if it doesn't we don't do it. How does that sound, babe?”

Buggy stopped pouting long enough to think it over. He could win you over with the idea, he just had to make sure the first time was perfect. He didn't want to be the reason you cried.

“Okay, fine.” He agreed. “I'm going to write the most mind blowing sex scene for us, babe. You will be begging me to fuck you.”

“I kinda already do, Buggy.” You reminded him. “Frequently, I might add.”

~

You knew Buggy had focus when he wanted it and right now he was the most focused you'd ever seen him since meeting him and you were the center of it. He was laying on the bed on his stomach, kicking his feet as he stared at you with a stack of paper in front of him, scribbles, words, things crossed out were scattered across them as he chewed on the end of his pencil while you sat back against the headboard knitting a hat. It was evening, the two of you dressed down for the night with him in boxers and you wearing one of his shirts to sleep in. It wasn't worth sleeping naked in case either of you had to get up in the middle of the night for an emergency.

“Might as well illustrate what you wanna do, babe, since you've been staring at me for so long.” You said, not looking up from your project. “ What are you planning in that head of yours?”

“Oh, you'll find out.” He grinned, reaching over with the pencil to tap you on the foot lightly. “You'll love it.”

You glanced over at him, nudging his arm with your foot gently. He grabbed it and kissed the top of it before he returned to his papers.

“You like me being fearsome, so I gotta make sure I'm like that for you.” Buggy said as he wrote some things down. “And I love what you do for me, y’know, all that shit you say. The filth that comes out of your pretty mouth is so surprising, babe.”

“Aw, well, I'm glad I can surprise you.” You grinned, setting the knitting aside before stretching out on the bed in front of him, laying on your side as you propped your head up on your hand. “So, what do you have so far, Buggy?”

He looked at you, down at the scribbled pages, then back at you. “Nothing… yet! Art takes time, babe, you can't rush the process!’

“Okay, okay.” You chuckled softly. “Just let me know what you need.”

Buggy shrugged as he looked back down at his papers. He just wanted it to be perfect. He didn't want to see you upset like that again. He didn't mean to upset you that day; a month had passed but it felt like yesterday. He was determined to make sure you two could still continue what you had been doing but without anyone feeling put out. With a sigh he wrote some things down again before tapping the pencil against the paper.

“Would it help if you said out loud what you wanted to write?” You suggested. “I won't say anything, I'll just listen.”

He shrugged again, crossing something out again as he mumbled, “I just want it to be perfect.”

“Babe, I love you and I'll love whatever you write out, okay?” You assured him. “It's not like we’re going to have an audience, y’know, so don't worry.”

“Still.” He frowned and crossed his arms in front of him, resting his head on them. “Just want it to be perfect.”

You sighed and reached over to run your fingers through his hair gently. This was something you had been worried about, that he would stress about it more than he needed to. You got up and crawled over to him, pushing him onto his back before settling on his thighs. He looked up at you curiously, his hands moving to rest on your thighs as you placed your hands on top of his.

“Here's the thing, babe. I love when you fuck me.” You started to tell him as your fingers laced with his as you looked down at him. “You are sweet, gentle, and caring and I love that about you. And I also love it when you're rough and when you tell me all the things you'd do to me if only we had time.” You grinned down at him. You always loved seeing him under you. “Y’know, about making sure I can't walk for a few days, how you'd fuck me ‘til I'm seein’ stars and your name is the only one I'd know after you're done wrecking me.”

“Fuck, Cupcake-”

“Yes?” You pulled your hand free from his and reached down to touch his cheek. “I can stop if you want. Just let me know, okay?”

“Mm, no, no, it's fine, just…” He turned his head to kiss your palm softly. “Give me a sec, babe.”

You nodded, stroking his cheek softly as you moved your other hand to his chest, sliding your palm over his chest slowly, running your fingers through his chest hair, occasionally tugging at some of it. 

“I love you, Buggy.” You murmured as he nodded, taking a deep breath before he sat up suddenly, arm wrapping behind your back to keep you from losing your balance from his movements. Your hands went to his shoulders, steadying yourself as he pulled you in for a kiss.

“You fuckin’ better.” He growled, catching you by surprise. He grinned, keeping you close as you stared at him. “Aw, babe, did I startle you? You thought you had me all relaxed and cozy under you, thinking you were in charge.” 

“Yea, um-”

“Shh, shh, don't talk, baby.” He murmured, tightening his hold on you as his free hand moved between your bodies and between your legs. “This is okay, yea? Tell me this is okay.”

“You um, just told me not to talk, Buggy.” You assured him, digging your nails into his shoulders as his fingers dipped between your folds. You had opted not to wear underwear, just out of laziness, and you were glad you didn't. “But, um, this is okay, really.”

“Good.” Buggy grinned as he touched you, teasing you just enough that you were squirming in his lap. “What should I do to you, hm? Keep touching you like this, or should I watch you fuck yourself on my cock while I sit back and watch?”

“Oh fuck.” Honestly, you didn't care. He was touching you so carefully, fingers circling your clit, brushing over your entrance, the gentlest of touches, when really you just wanted him to get to fucking you. You let your head drop onto his shoulder, letting out a pitiful whine before he was tutting and shaking his head.

“No, no, I need to see your gorgeous face.” He scolded gently. “Cupcake, baby, do I need to back you into a corner to get you to look at me?”

“Gimme a second, Buggy!” You huffed at him, digging your nails into his skin as he pressed his finger in slowly. “J-Jus’ wasn’t expectin’ this.”

He grinned, his hand still while you took a deep breath. You didn’t anticipate this happening, but you weren’t complaining. You just wanted him to relax, to stop worrying about every little thing, and if him taking charge like this and teasing you until you wanted to scream then fine, you could cope with him slowly pushing his finger in, barely to the second knuckle, whispering to you how much he loved you, that you meant the world to him, that he was going to fuck you slow tonight, take his time for sure until you were a mess underneath him.

And he did pull his hand back to flip you onto your back, looking down at you. Buggy had no filter. He couldn’t stop himself as he looked at you, wearing his shirt, spreading your legs for him. He suddenly blurted out, “Will you marry me?”

That was not what you were expecting to hear.

[merowkittie]

My mind is literally.. everywhere rn. Here’s what I was listening to while writing this >

My baby — Carl Grimes

Warnings: Major Character death / parents death / talk about corpses / Lori. / Spoilers for season 7 or 8 I forgot / Kind of Proof read

Summary: You reminisce about the boy you once loved.

He smelled of wood and the pages of a new book, your baby. He was the prettiest boy you’ve ever met in your life. The last boy you’d ever even think of loving. He had you wrapped around his finger tips, ready to use and be for his disposal.

Carl was your light. Overused yea but he got you through the darkness of the undead. He was the reason you were still were alive and not a mindless creature in the shell of who you once were. You wouldn’t be here without him. You wouldn’t be, it’s true.

He found you in a ditch laying with parents corpses. Just laying there buried in your daddy’s arms and your mothers head supported by your shoulder. You were softly crying, praying to a god you knew would not answer.

He was walking with his own mother and father, until he looked into the ditch and saw you. You two made eye contact and he pulled his mother to show her the once small girl in the ditch with her dead parents.

“Oh my god, Rick!” The lady called out to who she could only believe was the father.. Rick.

“What’s wrong Lori? Talk to me.” Lori.. that was her name.

She pointed to your still body in the ditch, keeping your breath steady. Maybe if they thought you were dead they’d leave you alone.

Nope.

Carl wanted you out of there. “Mom, what if she’s still alive?! She doesn’t look like one of those things! Look at her dad!” He tugged harder onto his fathers sleeve.

Your once soft silent cries only got louder as you finally given up on trying to stay quiet. Your emotions were everywhere. You did not know what to do. Who are these people? Why is this boy so persistent on saving you?

The ditch wasn’t too deep. Rick jumped into it finally giving In to the Pleas of his son. He slowly walked over to you, reaching out a hand. You were hesitant, with every right to be.

This man whom you did not know could easily be here to hurt you or do even worse.

“Hey.. it’s alright honey.. we ain’ here to hurt you. I wanna help you. You just gotta take my hand now, yea?” He spoke in such a gentle tone. Far different than the other men you met whilst this war of humans against undead started.

Your eyes stayed on his eyes as you placed your much smaller hands on his and he slowly pulled you up from underneath your mothers corpse. He checked you over for bite marks before boosting you up out of the ditch and jumping out himself.

The boy who’s name you did not know yet just stared at you with wonder. With curiosity. Who knew you’d eventually also be the last thing he looked at like that huh?

Years pass and you two were still as close as ever.

“My baby..” is what you whispered to each other every night as the sky grew darker and the nights got cold.

Huddled in each others arms and kissing skin that was visible for your lips and your lips only. The difference between your chapped and his soft sent shivers down your spine sometimes. His hands and his eyes.

His eyes.

They were so.. cold when you looked into them. Life less. Your baby.. buried now along side your other family.

His eyes used to shine so bright and had such a pretty blue. The way they looked at you with every emotion known to man. You knew just by making eye contact with him what he’d be feeling in that very moment.

He was your everything. Your fucking everything. You wanted nothing more than to be with him. To proclaim your love to him once again. To look into his eyes filled with so much love and life. To hold him. To hear him call you his. To call you baby.

“NO! NO! HE- HES ALIVE RICK! PLEASE!” Your voice felt like it’d give out at any moment. You were distraught.

Daryl was holding you back from trying to attack Rick. You didn’t mean to hit him, you don’t mean to scream at him. It’s just.. what’s a world without Carl Grimes? I mean what’s the point of waking up the next day without his warmth or the sheriff hat that hides his beautiful cerulean irises from you.

“He’s- He’s gone Y/n.. He’s gone.” Rick cried softly. His own eyes filled with the same sorrow as yours.

“Oh.. no no no no!” A hoarse scream left your throat as Daryl pulled you closer to his chest trying to console you.

He wasn’t any good at it but it felt nice. Your sobs only got louder as the sheriff hat was handed to you by Rick and a little Judith. You took it and pulled it to your chest. Holding it as tight has possible.

Carl didn’t get a proper funeral, there were no last words exchanged between you two besides an I love you but his letter sufficed.

Y/n

I’m sorry I’m breaking my promise to you. I know we said we’d love and live with each other forever even though we both knew how foolish that was. There’s no marriage in the apocalypse. No proper future. Baby, the only future I want is where your safe. Where Judith is safe. Where everyone is safe. We’ve already lost so much and here I am writing this letter to you with a nasty bite on my side. I want this war over. Now. I want my dad and Negan to stop fighting. It’ll only hurt them both more. Maybe my death would stop that. Im not sure. I should’ve told you, but I knew how you’d react. I didn’t want you panicking, didn’t want you crying. I bet you are now though yea? You were always a cry baby.. but you were my cry baby. I’m gonna give you all the affection I can while I’m still here. We can cuddle and talk about crappy movies you remember when you were younger. Kiss and make a mess in the kitchen since Dad and Michonne ain’t here. I just want to see you smile. I love you so much, and I only hope you still feel the same too. All I can think about is you right now. Stay strong for me ok? You stay here for me. You’ll love me forever like we promised right? I know you will. Take care of Judith and my dad for me.

- Love Carl

Carl.. Carl Carl Carl. The only thing going on In your mind right now was him. You held the Polaroid of you two together close and never let go. You wished that you could’ve said it back. That you left hilltop and went back to Carl before all of this shit went down. You were there to help care for Maggie and her baby with Enid but fuck!

Carl was gone and you couldn’t prevent that.

You lost the only thing that mattered to you. Everything was gone now. Everything.

[yuikomorii]

I think it’s reasonable why some Ayato stans can’t stand Yui given that she doesn’t always treat him in the fairest way either. I’m not condoning how he acted in haunted dark bridal, they were pretty much all assholes and Yui really deserved much better than that but what bothers me is the way she started being written strictly in his routes after the first game.

Before developing my point of view, I want to mention that I did read all his routes and I will intelligibly write down why I don’t have the most positive opinion about Yui there. In more blood, she notices something changed about him. The whole route was about her crying for his love despite the fact that she did nothing other than give him blood. She knew he was struggling, but instead of trying to understand and comfort him, she only cared about her own feelings being reciprocated. There can’t be love when there’s no communication and the fence scene only proved that what she felt for him was mere obsession. He said it in an unserious way but she literally was on the verge of falling down and Ayato was shocked as she did that too. The only reason why I think he expressed his feelings after is cuz he was too afraid of how crazy about him she was to the point that she’d rather end it all than not get his love. I gotta admit that she redeemed herself in the vampire ending, I felt love there but route based she wasn’t shining.

He is seen sacrificing himself for her a lot of times, getting attacked by the wolves, jumping in flames for her, saving her from a bomb explosion, studying for her, getting into university for her, wanting to buy a house just for her, defending her from everyone that says anything negative about her wether that’s a random person or any of his brothers, mother or father.

Then we have Yui that does nothing for him in return. I better not hear ‘She is kind and cooks for him!’ because that doesn’t even come close to all the things he did for her well-being. Don’t get me started on how she tries making him face his abuser in Dark Fate and never defends him when he’s being slandered in front of others, even when they are in the wrong and harming her man. I saw some potential in her in lost eden but I took it back after she started taking such stupid decisions that only made Ayato feel even more guilty and sad rather than actually helping him. I can say the same about chaos lineage. She let his brothers make him feel like trash again, despite feeling bad for him in her thoughts, and only went to comfort him when he was starting to get depressed. Personally I would much rather prefer someone taking my side in front of others than putting honey around me in private. I swear this girl always talks but decides being quiet when she has to use her voice the most *face palm*

That is so ironic because she always expects him to save her ass and protect her all the time when she gets into troubles. At this point you should take a shot everytime Yui says ‘I know Ayato will save me. I know Ayato will protect me.’

Their relationship is not equal and will never be. You guys just like throwing the word ‘healthy’ only when the man loves the woman more but when it’s the other way around, then it’s seen as ‘toxic’.

I do think Yui is worthy of love but she’d fit better with someone that wouldn’t go to great lengths for her 24/7. Ayato is way too passionate and honestly he deserves someone more supportive and useful than her.

// Wow, that was long.

I've discussed this question with several of my friends, and while I generally agree with part of what you said, there are a few points I'd want to clarify.

Yui's actions in MB were essential to the plot of the route. When falling in love for the first time, I think a lot of teenage girls would behave similarly to her . She also acknowledged being selfish in the second last chapter, and it showed character growth when she came to terms with it and began to accept Ayato for who he is, flaws and all. I get that it's not particularly enjoyable to witness someone cry for almost the entire route, but she learnt something valuable from it, therefore I no longer see a problem. It was also confirmed in a book that Ayato was in love with her from the start. He was just confused and didn’t know how to properly explain his feelings due to the curse and trauma, therefore it’s not like he started dating her out of pity or anything like that. I developed this better here, feel free to read it if you want.

I would never consider her a bad girlfriend though. Even if she occasionally doesn't take everything as seriously as she’s supposed to, I believe she is doing her best. Yui isn't the type of person to take advantage of someone else's selflessness, and I have no doubt that she is very grateful of everything Ayato does for her.

Ayato is a bit more involved in the relationship but I don’t think he minds that…? I assume Yui's happiness is enough for him because he never complained about that matter. She still gives him blood, shows him affection and makes him laugh, even when it's not her aim to do so. It’s probably not the best comparison, since he’s putting his life in danger for her, but it’s still something.

Regarding the —not defending— part, I have witnessed several fans express the same displeasure, although I can't recall the specific situations they were referring to. Anyway, yeah, I kinda agree with that because everyone is capable of defending their S/O, so I'm not sure why they nerfed Yui on that.

It could also be the fact that Ayato is always shown as being really strong, therefore Yui probably doesn’t think he is THAT affected by those words. We don’t even know if she is very aware of how his brothers and family treated him in the past. For the players or readers, it makes sense why he gets insecure and feels threatened by their words or lashes out at them, but for someone who is unaware of the truth, it's a different story entirely.

On top of that, Ayato is the main hero. The heroine can shine in other routes but the main hero is the one who needs to show in his own one why he was chosen for the main hero position.

I wouldn’t say she’s not useful or supportive enough, she’s just softer in his routes, which I believe makes more sense to her character. Compared to other routes, she has it quite easy in his ones (except for the bad endings where they’re either both problematic or have to suffer), so I can see why Yui is more bubbly and carefree there. Besides, they both seem to be into the traditional relationship roles.

[m-jelly]

Hey!! I'm the one who requested the military and I wanted levi but I think there was a mistake I'm really sorry it won't happen again

Hey anon! Thank you for getting back to me. Don't be sorry at all! please don't feel bad, okay? I just wanted to make sure I got the right fic for you. Sorry if my message before came off as me being rude, short, snappy or mean because it was not my intention at all.<3

@kenkopanda-art <3

Can you write a modern au with househusband Levi x military reader with her kids and she tells them she's getting deployed. It can be angst to fluff.

Deployed

Pairing: Dad!Levi x fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, romance, fluff, angst, emotional, mum reader, military reader, househusband Levi.

Concept: You tell your husband and kids that you are getting deployed for a few months. You share some emotional words before holding each other and saying goodbye on the day you leave.

Taglist: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @levisbrat25 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @2moth-anon2 @youre-ackermine @nbinairyn @thebobaprincess @demonsimp6

You ended the call with your commanding officer and stared at your phone. You felt your heart in your chest slowly sinking as guilt washed over you. You loved your husband and your sweet babies so much, but you were demanded so much in the military because of your role. As a demolitions expert, you were needed to save many lives and clear zones for safe travel.

You gripped your phone tightly and let out a long heavy sigh. You left your office and made your way to Levi in the living room with your two little ones, Evan and Lilly. You smiled softly as your kids laughed with Levi as they sat on the floor together playing and talking about you. You loved this image and you loved them so much. You wished you weren't needed so much and you were thinking of talking to your commanding officer of possibly changing your role to something closer to home.

"Honey?"

You flinched at Levi's concerned tone. You locked eyes with his perfect steel blue ones and instantly smiled when love filled your body.

Levi stood up and approached you. "Everything okay on the phone? You look upset."

You lowered your head as the guilt began to spread. You hated that you were leaving your husband and kids yet again. You knew it had been getting hard. You knew Levi loved you with everything he had. You were scared that maybe this was going to be much.

Levi stopped in his tracks and said your name sternly. "Again? Really?"

You looked up at his soul crushed face. "Levi."

"Don't Levi me." He stormed past you and made his way into the kitchen so you wouldn't have this talk in front of your kids. "This keeps happening."

You followed him into the kitchen. "I'm sorry, but my role is important."

"Aren't there other people trained like you?"

"Yes."

He turned to you. "Well, why the fuck aren't they going?"

"They need me."

He looked defeated. "We need you," he said your name with a heaviness in his heart. "We need you here. Your family needs you. We miss you so much it hurts."

You welled up. "Don't you think I know that? It's so fucking hard for me to go out there and be apart from the man who is my soulmate and my darling babies. I wish I was here all the time." You rubbed your tears away. "I want more kids too."

Levi's shoulder dropped when he watched you cry and try to rub your tears away as fast as they were falling. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the side of your head. He slowly swayed with you. He closed his eyes and hoped his adoration and unwavering dedication and love for you seeped into your body.

Levi pulled back and cupped your face. "I'm sorry I snapped, but you've gotta stand up to your commanding officer. I know you've been thinking about moving." He kissed the end of your nose. "Maybe you should talk to him while you're deployed with him, okay?"

You sniffed and nodded. "I will. I swear I will. I want to be moved to a closer location. I'm happy to be a teacher. I'll train new cadets."

"I think that'll be a great idea."

You wrapped your arms around Levi's neck and kissed him. "I love you, Levi. I will do everything I can for us to be together more and I can be a mother to our sweet babies."

He massaged your hips and smiled. "I can't wait."

You hummed. "I better get ready to go in a few days."

"Can I help you pack?"

You shook your head. "No, I'll be all right."

On the days leading up to your leaving, you spent every waking moment with your two kids and husband. You went to parks and fun places, played games at home, slept under the stars, and made a fort in your home. You wanted to leave your family with wonderful memories and you wanted them also.

You held your bag in your hand and fought tears as your transport waited for you. You knelt before your kids, hugged them tightly, and showered them in kisses. "I will miss you both so much! Make sure to video call me with daddy as much as possible, okay?"

Evan nodded. "Yes, mummy."

Lilly whimpered. "Yes, mama."

You stood up and hugged Levi tightly. "I'll miss you so much."

Levi squeezed you. "I'll miss you too. I'll call you every night."

You kissed him and smiled. "Good."

He blushed and handed you a brown envelope. "For you."

You frowned a little. "What is it?"

He smiled. "The kids drew you some pictures. You're their hero."

You welled up. "Oh god, I can't cry." You cleared your throat. "Thank you so much, Evan and Lilly. I will treasure your drawings."

Levi whispered against your ear. "I'm gonna send you something special tonight of me."

Your cheeks burned as images fluttered through your mind. "Oh...oh I can't wait." You giggled and kissed him. "I'll see you soon. When I come back, I will have good news about being moved." You waved as you walked to the car. "Love you all!"

[demonfox38]

🔥 castlevania

God. Incoming fireballs.

Obviously, the greatest of the "Castlevania" TV's show's sins was Season 3. But, I also want to nominate Sin #2 as making the dullest interpretation of Carmilla known to the entire goddamn series. You could have had a giant, naked woman riding around on a skull, crying flaming tears while her catgirl girlfriend mauled people to death. Or, Necromancer Barbie shaking her titties at the protagonist and laughing her ass off at their futile struggles. But, no. We had to rip off what turned out to be one of the most disappointing media mistakes all to get cash. Boo. I'm not renewing my Netflix subscription to see the next "Castlevania" show. Frankly, it would not break my heart if it fell apart in production.

I hate that Alucard's hair color has drifted from white/platinum blonde to a honey blonde in the popular consciousness. Like, yes, it used to be black (and still can be, if he's hot about it.) And yes, I get that it makes him look more like his mother. But, I'm all about an interpretation of Alucard where people look at him and go, "What the fuck is that, and why is it kind of hot?" And that's just harder to do when you've got the color palette of the average Japanese stereotype of a European/American dude.

Writers are cowards for not including Grant Danasty in subsequent projects. But also, I could easily write him out of the story. Just got up to the tower where he's hanging out, accidentally kill him in monster form, then have Trevor go "Oh, fuck! What the hell?!" and move on. He can be removable, but goddamn, does it show how little writers have played the actual games or have any sense of geography when they talk about him.

Honestly, I don't like watching most "Castlevania" speedruns. Mostly, because they have broken into clipping and arbitrary code execution to get the fastest times. If it's glitchless, I'm cool with it. It's otherwise dull to me.

It's a shame that "Aria/Dawn of Sorrow" never went full tilt with Shintoism or Japanese mythology in their games, but I'm glad Igarashi's doing it now with the "Bloodstained" series.

I don't trust Konami to do anything with the "Castlevania" property outside of whoring it out when they want cash. Frankly, that's their attitude with all of their properties, but that's the one that hits me closest to home. Some executive in that company has earned a special place in hell for not cultivating and keeping their design teams happy and in house.

I get the feeling that every time Igarashi was made to put a Belmont in his "Castlevania" games, it came at the cost of him cursing and swearing a lot. Like, "Shit! Fuck! You want more of these guys? May I please use someone else?"

If you don't get that Dracula's Castle is both alive and a character, you have no business handling anything with the series. It needs to be as charming and hostile as its master. If you don't get why people might want to hang around it, you've gotta leave.

It is Dracula's Castle. It is not "Castlevania." "Castlevania" is the English name we're stuck with for the series. Dracula's Castle is the place.

We probably shouldn't ever get a 1999 "Castlevania." It will never be sick enough.

We also shouldn't get a "Castlevania: Symphony of the Night" remake. At least, not until modeling can match the sprite work for fluidity and personality. And frankly, losing the original voice acting is a disaster unto itself. (Yes, I am not pleased with the PSP dub.)  

Okay. I think this enough for now.

[captainaikus]

✨Third one✨ (part 1)

ASJJFYJKHFTUJHG. As soon as I saw the header with Oliver I know it was finally time. LET THE FLIRTY-PLAYBOY-BABYGIRL SERIES BEGIN!!!!

I wanted to take my time diving into this fic and really digest and understand it as much as I can on my first read because I know it’ll be amazing so I saved it for last.

Love the setting up. The description is fantastic. Ohhhh there’s an older sister huh? I wonder if that relationship will come into play later 👀👀. PSHHHHHHHH THEIR FIRST INTERACTION IS LITERALLY COMPARABLE TO TWO JUDGY BRATS PLS ADJMHGGJNNH. This is amazing I already love where this is going Belle. Oh and they tolerate each other now? Hmmmm very much the potential for ignored feelings. “You can pay me back when you become a football star” oh ho ho making promises for the future already are we now? Loving how y/n is a tsundere but still shows that she cares. It’s really cute and adorable. ASHKKGFKKJHGGGG WHY IS IT ALWAYS 16 💀💀??? When I was 16 I was busy trying to survive high school, pass my classes, and watching anime. And here we have realizations of love already what?? Not a problem at all tho I love how quick this is moving along. Getting to the meat of it soon I hope. GASPS YOU DID NOT!!!! AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES ASDJKGGHJHHHG YESSSSSS. NAHHHHH STAB ME IN THE HEART WHY DONT YOU HE REALLY PULLED THE GAY ROOMMATE CARD OLIVER ISTG IF YOU DONT GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR- ahem anyways tough luck y/n stay strong girl 😭😤. Not you already being his wife what is this married-with-benefits 💀💀. Oliver wake up and kiss her already idc if it’s only chapter one 🙄😤🤚🏼. Oh thank God the sisterhood is safe *sighs in relief* as much as I love the drama that would’ve occurred if it had gone “that” route there seriously needs to be more loving sister relationships in writing, blood related or not. We Stan a supportive older sister 😤😤 (that digs up our buried love feelings for us even though we buried then for a reason 💀💀). LOVING THE ADVICE YES PUT YOURSELF FIRST YOU CANT WAIT FOR SOMEONE FOREVER BECAUSE OF THE POTENTIAL YOU SEE IN THEM AND STUNG YOUR OWN GROWTH IF THE TIME IS RIGHT ITLL HAPPEN. This is making me cry what the heck. I really needed to hear a variation of this at many points in life. I swear to God if Oliver starts coming around right after we start moving on I’m gonna riot. On the other hand love how y/n is starting to be real with herself like yes sweetheart you deserve better (and you’ll get that in him after you both grow separately ofc). OH ITS GONNA BE DUAL POV????? HECK YEAH GIMME THE TINY DETAILS FROM THE OTHER PERSON!!!! Oof not the wedding invite scenario pls this reality setting in part is hurting me so much legit tearing up rn gimme a minute Belle 😭😭. *sniffles* but the GROWTH it’s the first step y/n I know it’s hard but you gotta separate honey 😭😤. NO PLS GOD NO HOW DARE HE COME BACK AS IM SOBBING WHAT THE HECK OLIVER PRIVACY MAN. Not him giving you physical affection right when you’re most vulnerable and coming to terms with getting over him and looking all worried LIKE NO STOP THIS IS NOT HELPING OLI. Oh no not the alcohol 💀💀. This is gonna go great just fantastic isn’t it? *inhales deeply* Belle I’m not joking when I say that I was screaming internally the entire sex scene LIKE WHAT. Kicking my feet blushing and everything. It really felt so real. And the dialogue??? Magnificent!!! Tbh it was my favorite part. In my head I was like “NOOOOOOOO” when you kissed him but at the same time “…yes” when it started getting steamy and the teasing plus the praise??? Kill me now why don’t you. NOOOOO NOT THE AWKWARD MORNING *sobs* I mean I was expecting it but like. Serious. Emotional. Damage. 😭😭😭. Oh no. No you can’t be serious. Tearing up again hold on. The eavesdropping on the phone convo broke my heart seriously ouch. Not the way I gasped when he just walked passed the suitcases. Ahh yes. The m word huh? Excuse we while I go sob again. Almost nothing hurts worse than being called a mistake. Either from yourself or others it’s never fun. Speaking from experience. I knew the emotional outburst confession was coming. I knew. But still. Damn. If only everything could be fixed by telling your feeling out. Love her for that. Finally coming clean with everything. Also Oliver’s being such a jerk and an asshole rn but I know the later redemption is gonna be worth it. Still pissed at him rn tho.

- ✨ anon

✨Third one✨ (part 2) It really made me make a part two because the word count was too high the heck.Still pissed at him rn tho. Anyways moving on. I freaking adore how she also wrote her current feelings down as a part of the first letter. And how she just. Didn’t hesitate. And moved on. We’ve got a flight to catch. Oh my God that fic was amazing. Seriously. You outdid yourself. The pacing was fast enough that it didn’t feel dragged out. The characterization was absolutely on point. The oc characters had their own personalities no matter how few lines they had. The dialogue was emotional and to the point. And it was just overall really realistic in the sense of being human, loving, hurting, and moving on. It made me cry so many times. I had to take so many breaks Belle. It was seriously amazing and I loved it so much. I cant wait for the second chapter whenever it comes out!!! - ✨ anon

I read this ask over 20 times (or maybe more already) cause i love it when people go over the details of my writing and you got all of them! (⋟﹏⋞) Thinking if i should make a note of recommended songs before the chapter so that it make it a more immersive experience? The original setup was supposed to be different back in August, but then I came up with this in September. Mei was a part of the story, but the age gap was a really big one - and i had to make a change midway, so mei is 3 years older than (y/n)... I wanted to keep the pacing of the story to a medium because sometimes the details and the amount of drama that happens is such a drag that I wanted to move past that and onto the real stuff; not to mention that if i did drag it out, it would be more than 5 chapters. Mei and (y/n)'s relationship is gonna have more emphasis as the story progresses (cause honestly this is a simple plot but a very complicated one to explain and I don't wanna give away spoilers cause I wanna just see the reaction you guys are gonna give me) and most of the lines that i used in the first part are the ones that are going to be covered in the latter part of the series. it is going to be a dual pov (spoilers for part 2; the story is gonna be from Oliver's pov.) oh god- and this was the first part💀. you might need the whole box of tissues honestly for the onslaught that's gonna come. (i did cry btw. I ate the jar of nutella in such short time for a reason) The sex was such a drag to write honestly 💀 cause i was just not feeling it. Like really not feeling it; and i wanted to get to the conclusion and the angst (cause the potential for dialogue and feelings is high in those areas) but in the end, it ended up being satisfactory when i read it. Leaving the alcohol part out, everyone's first time should be a fun one and my attempt at keeping your standards and expectations high . (you saying that it felt real made my day, cause often times when i read smut, i really can't relate to it cause it straight up sounds like porn sometimes and porn is very unrealistic.) As for the concluding part of it, i had a bit of a struggle cause (y/n) needed a reason to back away from Oliver and the eavesdropping on the other side of the door was the last straw. And then... I just let my fingers do the magic, just typing everything out.

The amount of times I cried cause of the songs I used to write all of this, and the fact that it hits close to home. The second part is going to go on the ao3 account... still deciding the username i want so that i can upload my works there

But thank you for liking and reading it - cause i really enjoyed writing this one. i've already decided the songs i want to put for the next chapter

[alt-froggy13]

Gareth x Fem reader fluff (romantic) where maybe reader is surfing the crimson wave (period 💔) and he like comforts her and stuff and cuddles with her, or platonic Susan Heffley comforting fem reader because of a bad day at school or something? Either one, it's up to you (you don't have to write the period stuff if it makes you uncomfortable, it could just be normal fluff for Gareth)

HELLO!! thank you for the request! i'll do both since i'm in a big writing mood! (sorry Gareth's is short, i only seen some clips from stranger things of Gareth, sorry if he's out of character)

Gareth (period comfort)

"Gareth, i have bad cramps.." you said, he looks at you with a worried face, "come here" he says softly, he sits on your couch, you walk over to him and you two cuddle in a comfortable silence, "do you have anything to help with your cramps?" he asks, you shake your head, he sighs "i'm guessing you don't wanna get up either?" he says smiling softly, you smile "no, i'm tired anyway, and comfy" you say snuggling into him, he gives you a kiss on your head, and lays his head on yours, closing his eyes to relax, and you do the same, there was distant music in the background due to the band practicing, Gareth was taking a small break from the drums "we should do this more often, don't ya' think?" you said softly, you hear a gentle hum from Gareth, as a yes to your question, you closed you eyes once again and relax, leaning into his chest, after a few moments you feel asleep, but Gareth didn't wanna move, so he feel asleep with you, when the Eddie came in, wondering why he was coming back to play the drums, he saw what was happening and decided to leave you two be until it was time for you two to leave.

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Susan Heffley

today was the worst day you've ever had from school, you got picked on by Heather Hills for wearing "garbage shoes" when they were literally brand new!! you were already having a bad day from being late to school, you had to leave early for being "sick", your parent/guardian yelled at you for bad grades, your sibling(s) won't leave you alone and keep annoying you, and you parent/guardian grounded you for faking to be sick to leave school, so you were currently sneaking out a window to go to the Heffley's house, and talk to Susan, you knocked on her door, she opens it with a smile, as always "oh, hello Y/N, why aren't you at school?" she asks while moving out of the way so you could get in "faked being sick..where's Manny?" you ask sitting down on the couch "he's with Frank today, and why'd you fake being sick?" she asks with a gentle tone, sitting next to you "i was getting picked on, and i-i faked being sick so i could leave but, that just got me in trouble and grounded" you voice was now shaky and you were on the verge of tears "oh honey, no need to cry it's ok" Susan says, while pulling you into a hug while you cried, and cried, and cried "you wanna talk about it?" Susan asks, you shake your head "no..." you said "that's okay, just remember i'm here if you need me, ok?" she says, separating the hug, you wipe your eyes as you nodded "now it would be best if you head back home, don't wanna get in trouble again" she joked, you chuckled then sniffled "yeah, thank you Mrs. Heffley" you said "call me Susan hun, thank you for coming over" she said getting up and walking you to the door and waved godbye, now you gotta find a way to sneak back in.

i really loved writing these two! thank you for the request!!!

[emmythespacecowgirl]

hello! if you do not mind, may i request a band of brothers ship?

i am very introverted and shy. i am a very quiet person and i often do not feel safe around people i do not know because of my past trauma and anxiety. i might look like a cold person to some who do not know me. but once i meet someone who makes me feel safe, i tend to talk a lot.

i am a very emotional and sensitive person and i care a lot, sometimes to a fault.

i get excited and find joy and beauty in the littlest things. i love kids and animals. i am a complete homebody but i love going on adventures and doing different things. i like hiking and spending time in nature. i want to learn horseback riding someday and maybe try skydiving.

i have a lot of hobbies. i like to write stories, ballet, baking, archery and playing a couple of instruments. i am obsessed with space, science and history. i also like to read a lot and i spend too much time researching random things so i have a lot of random knowledge about things.

i want to be an astronaut in my next life.

i am a very loyal person but once you hurt me deeply, i take a step back and i become quiet. or i disappear from your life altogether. i am learning to communicate my feelings more with the people i am really close to and trust. i tend to feel like my feelings don't matter but they do.

i just graduated nursing school and i am very nervous about my first job 😭

i also need to be well dressed when i am around people. cookies are my most favorite food and i absolutely despite bugs.

if you took the time to reply to this, thank you so much!!! 🥰

ok ok ok i had to do a double take bc i thought that i wrote this for a sec haha srsly tho we sound a lot alike!!

I ship you with:

Dick Winters from Band of Brothers!

ship theme song: Warm Foothills by Alt-J

an emotionally intelligent KING right here!

honey, this man is perfect for you!

he will stop at nothing to make sure that you're safe, protected, and full of cookies :)

ugh imagine it: you go horseback riding on your first date!

damn i'm so jealous

i think at first, most of Dick's friends would be like

"ayo she's so quiet"

but Dick would be like "ayo shut your faces respectfully, she's so interesting tho so i gotta know more"

and being the emotionally/interpersonally intelligent guy that he is

he'll find some way to your heart :)

and over time, he'll softly get you to open up to him

Dick adores your caring and sensitive side

also your ability to find beauty in anything

it's what gets him through the war

he's so glad that a person like you exists in the world

eventually he figures out the root cause of why you might be labelled as shy or quiet

Dick has seen firsthand what ptsd and anxiety does to people during wartime

and it breaks his heart that you deal with it as well

but he also thinks that you're the most strong and resilient person he's ever met

this man is super protective of you

he would never dare to shake your loyalty in him

and Dick is very loyal in return

if he's away from you for any length of time he will definitely plan a phone call to hear your sweet voice

or write you the most sappy sweet love letters

srsly i'm gonna cry

Dick also loves kids and animals!

it's why you two definitely own a big farm after the war

lots of horses, cows, goats...

i can assure you that if/when you decide to have kids together, he will be just as protective of them as he is of you <3

while you're stationed together in Austria you definitely go on some breathtaking hikes together

he thinks you're so dang talented, too!

he loves when you're playing your instrument

and you think nobody's listening

but he is

he loves that

he's kept the tiny little stories you wrote him for birthdays or holidays

they're kept in his upper left hand desk drawer ;)

it's on his bucket list to take you to the Smithsonian Air & Space museum one day

he thinks it would be so cute to see you staring up at all the planes in total wonder

when he has a spare minute Dick also loves to read as well :)

Dick totally thinks you could become an astronaut!

he agrees to take care of the kids and feed the dog while you circle the moon a couple times ;)

but seeing you work as a nurse during the war, Dick knows that you are totally competent

and the care that you give to your patients makes him so happy

the first time he sees you out of uniform, he was like

"dang! this girl sure knows how to dress! i like that ;)"

pro tip, Dick's favorite cookie is a chocolate chip cookie so please remember that ;)

[kclenhartnovels]

Engine Oil and Rosewater

So, since I decided I am actually going to write Eve’s book(s), I was thinking more about the long history she has that isn’t talked about between 1800s France, and present-day America. So I decided to break my own heart and delve into one of her meaningful relationships. Here it is from Eve’s journal.

Her name was Mary.

Her husband always called her 'lamb', and she hated it. I met her in 1943, building engines for fighters and bombers that would bring freedom to Europe. Her husband had been deployed for six months. Six days a week, she and I would punch our cards in the factory and work alongside each other, and within the first few months we could assemble an engine in our sleep. She told me about growing up in a small town, planting roses with her mother and learning to sew from her grandmother. Her grandmother had come to America from Italy, and never learned a word of English, but could stitch such beautiful, even lines that every woman in town would flock to her for wedding dresses. She told me about watching her father's face when he heard about Pearl Harbor, the despair that seeped down every wrinkle. It was the first time she'd seen him cry. He died two weeks later; she was sure his heart had broken.

Six days a week, she would tilt her head close to mine and I would ask her again about her life, our arms stained with grease from fingers to elbows. She told me how she had grown up across the street from her future husband. His name was Joseph. Their parents were best friends, and it seemed they were destined from birth to wed. When their mothers got tipsy on wine, they would titter about creating another holy couple—Mary and Joseph. Then they would cross themselves and ask God to forgive them while still giggling beside the fire. She told me how they got married in the town's only Catholic church, and how through the whole ceremony she could do nothing but study the stained-glass windows that had framed her life. She said she found God only in those greens, blues, yellows, reds, the little squares that told stories best when the sun came lancing through like His fingers to touch her cheeks. She read me the letters Joe wrote to her from France.

Six days a week, she would touch my arm when we took a break for lunch. I would make bread, and she would bring cured meat and hard cheese, and we would sit outside of the factory on a broken rail, making rough sandwiches and letting our hair dry in the sun. She would ask me how I made my bread, and I would tell her I lived in a French monastery and learned their secrets, and she would laugh. She asked where I was from, and I begged her instead for more stories of her Italian grandmother, sewing lace and singing songs of the sea. I helped her write letters back to Joe. She never knew what to say to him.

On Sunday, June 25, 1944, I was in her house. I had gone with her to church that morning, and I promised I would show her how I baked bread. We stood under her kitchen window, flour covering our arms from fingers to elbows, kneading while the sun shone through the pane like the fingers of God. A man in uniform knocked on her door, and with one government-sealed letter, her husband was dead.

I cradled Mary in my arms all night. She didn't cry. Joe had always left her feeling hollow. Their marriage was for their parents, maybe for him, but never for her. He had been mean while drunk and absent while sober. When he was drafted, she didn't cry. She kissed him goodbye. He touched her cheek. Then his absence was a part of her life, too. But now he would never be returning, and she felt like an empty pew, nothing but a promise of salvation and love. I held her against my chest. Her hair smelled like engine oil and rosewater.

In the dark, she told me all her secrets she couldn't confess in the factory and in the sun. She and Joe had a child the first year they were married, but when he was two he died of polio. She still mourned him. Joe had become so much more angry after the death of his son. He drank more. He blamed her. He blamed her for never having another. She took medicine her mother gave her to ensure she would not bear him another child. She felt like a bad Catholic. She felt like a strong woman. She wasn't sure she could be a good Catholic and still feel like herself. I slid my fingers into her hair and she listened to the sound of my heartbeat.

On Monday, June 26, 1944, I moved into her home.

Time makes some memories hazy, but I will never forget Mary in the kitchen, in the sunshine. I was the first one to initiate a kiss. She had pulled bread from the oven, and her smile left me breathless. I had to taste her lips. She kissed me back, and I felt such chills I forgot it was summer.

Living together brought so many questions she never asked me. Her fingers traced over my scars the first time we lay naked together, but she never asked. She would stare into my eyes, and I would see her look from one to the other, but she never asked why one was blue and one was green. The first time she found a bright white feather outside the bathtub, she looked at me and I feared she would call me angel. The only question she ever gave was why I never took off my gloves. I had cut off the fingertips so I could touch her, but I dared not let the skin of my palms ever come close to brushing her. I didn't know how to answer her question. I told her first I was hiding scars. She touched the parallel scars across my temple and said she didn't care about them. I begged her not to ask me again.

She didn't ask again.

On September 2, 1945, the war ended.

People flooded the streets, cheering, praising God, opening bottles of champagne. Mary and I held each other in front of the radio, squeezing so tight I feared we would pull the breath from each other. She ran her hands up my back, and for the first time she found the feathery base of my wing. I kissed her. I took her to the bedroom, and I told her everything. When I couldn't find the words to explain what I was—how could I, when even I don't know?—she traced every scar on my body, she closed my eyelids with her fingertips, and with both hands explored the wing that kept me forever off-balance and afraid of exposure. She came away with a feather, and started laughing. She laughed until she cried, but her smile never ceased. She said she could see why I had both angel and demon in me. I asked her why. She said an angel would never shed so many feathers for her to sweep.

Mary and I lived on that little street for fourteen years. I went to church with her every Sunday. We would lay a bible across our knees and hold hands underneath it. The light from the stained glass gave such life to her smile. I missed the smell of engine oil, but when the men returned, our jobs disappeared. Mary got the deed to her father-in-law's shop, where he would buy and sell goods. When he died, we became pawn brokers. The little street thrived. Roads were paved, commerce boomed, the city seemed to grow around us. Mary swept feathers from the pawn shop floor. I bought flowers for the mantle.

On May 13, 1959, Mary got sick.

For fourteen years, I had held her in my arms every night and watched her glorious dark hair earn silver streaks. For fourteen years, I held her face in my hands and watched the wrinkles form, first at the corners of her eyes from her perpetual smile, then around the curve of her mouth. For fourteen years, she looked in the mirror and laughed how I had ruined her girlish figure with warm bread. For fourteen years, I didn't change.

On December 23, 1959, I carried Mary into the church, curled up with her beneath the moonlight turned red by the stained glass, and cried into her hair. I felt her last breath against my cheek, the tangle of her fingers against my back, holding onto downy feathers as if they would carry her to a heaven I could never get to. She died with a whisper on her lips—she promised she would wait for me. I told her I could never reach her again. She said she would find me. I buried her outside of the church, where the morning sunlight hit first and lingered all day. I leave her bowls of rosewater for her hair.

Today, someone traded in their grandfather's toolkit. In it was a bottle of engine oil, the can so rusted it was a wonder it hadn't leaked. I took it to Mary, and I sat beside her in the sun. I told her when I go home, I'll make another batch of bread, but I'm still waiting on her to join me for lunch. I told her fifty-eight years was a long time for her to find me again. When I go home, and the bell chimes above the pawn shop, the sun lances through the front window like the fingertips of an unfair God.

I'm still waiting.

[destiny-fics]

Hey, I'll be that someone for you b/c jealous Hongjoong is also a fantasy of mine.

As part of your Pick A Card series, please write a situation where HJ feels like y/n is spending too much time with the other members & he feels a bit left-out & jealous & the smut ensues.

Angst, possessiveness, all of that please.

You can even add shotgunning for total ovary explosion.

Hope you consider it ❤️❤️

A/n: I am genuinely so happy you asked for this you have no idea. I hope it fulfills your expectations 💕💕

Jealousy, Jealousy-Kim Hongjoong

[Sex Demon!Kim Hongjoong x Fem!Reader]

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Pick a Card Universe

Summary: Hongjoong loves you and he loves his boyfriends too, but he can’t help but get jealous when you’re spending so much time with them and seem to be avoiding him at all costs.

Warnings: Smut, angst, jealous!Hongjoong, sex demon!Hongjoong, poly relationship, possessiveness, jealousy, smoking, shotgunning, arguing, Hongjoong feels excluded, petnames used: princess, baby, honey, jealous sex, begging, teasing, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Hongjoong, sub!reader, oral (f recieving), post sex cigarette, hongjoong smokes in bed and seonghwa scolds him fingering, big dick Joong, unprotected sex, please wrap before you tap

Part of the 'Pick a Card' Universe. Read the main series here

Smut under the cut. Minors Do Not Interact

Hongjoong liked to think he had a good handle on his jealousy.

He was a sex demon for crying out loud. He’d been doing this kind of thing for literal centuries. He had seven boyfriends. He knew that his uncontrolled jealousy was a recipe for disaster.

And yet, he still found his blood boiling as Mingi and Yunho whisked you away from him, babbling about some dance cover they were filming and needed your help with while you nodded along, not even acknowledging Hongjoong.

He felt his eye twitch and the grip on his phone tightened as your pretty voice faded further and further away, so focussed on it that he didn’t notice Seonghwa sit next to him until he spoke.

“You’re gonna break your phone if you don’t loosen up a little.”

Hongjoong startled and faced Seonghwa, the grip on his phone loosening, “You’re right, sorry.”

“Don’t apologise to me,” Seonghwa smiled. “Apologise to your phone. What’s got you so worked up anyway?”

Hongjoong sighed, turning back to where Mingi and Yunho had taken you from him, “do you think y/n’s avoiding me?”

Seonghwa scoffed and shook his head, “no. Why? Do you think that?”

“No, I-“ He sighed again, rubbing his eyebrow. “We’ve just barely spoken to each other all week. And every time I try she gets whisked away by someone else.”

“Well that’s hardly her fault is it?” Seonghwa hummed softly, pulling Hongjoong into his lap so that he could stroke the other man’s hair, chin hooked over his shoulder. “I’m sure she’s not doing it on purpose.”

“She’s not…probably. I just miss her.”

“I know you do honey, but she’s got eight people to split up her time for. Plus herself and college and work and her friends. We’ve gotta be patient, she’ll come to us when she’s ready.”

Hongjoong nodded, melting into Seonghwa’s back, “You think so?”

“I know so. I don’t think she’ll make you wait very long.”

Oh how wrong Seonghwa was.

Because if anything, it was now like you were avoiding him on purpose. 

Every time he went to speak to you one of the others would come by and take you away from him, even Seonghwa, the traitor. You hadn’t slept in Hongjoong’s bed for three weeks now and while Yeosang was not a bad bed partner, he missed you and your sweet strawberry-vanilla scent. The jealousy within Hongjoong had only grown the longer you avoided him, manifesting into an ugly, venomous, vicious being which clawed at his chest and stomach.

He was currently sat on the balcony, looking out over the quiet street and at the sky, the setting sun painting the clouds with streaks of pink, orange and purple. He heard someone join him and had to force himself not to melt when he felt your soft lips press against his forehead. The kiss was only brief however and all too soon your lips had left Hongjoong's skin so you could pull up a seat next to him, your hands curled around a steaming hot mug of tea. 

"Hwa told me you'd be out here." 

Hongjoong exhaled through his nose and turned to look at you, eyes raking over your figure. He hadn't looked at you properly in so long and he felt the jealousy twist in his gut at the reminder. "Surprised you want to see me." 

You snorted a little, taking a sip of your tea "What do you mean by that? Of course I want to see you." 

"Do you? Because you've been doing absolutely everything to avoid me recently." 

"Are you serious? Hongjoong, I haven't been avoiding you." 

"Haven't you?" He turned to face you, the jealousy inside of him clawing it's way up his throat and seeping into his tone. "Because we've barely spoken for the past few weeks. Every time I want to talk to you one of the others comes and sweeps you away, or you have to go to class, or work, or literally any place you can so you don't have to spend time with me." 

You scoffed, shaking your head, grip on your mug tightening "That is not what it's like and you know that. You have no idea how hard it is to balance eight relationships, plus friends and school and work and family. I'm sorry I haven't been spending much time with you recently, but I have a lot on my plate right now." 

"Clearly not enough to not get fucked by Seonghwa last night," Hongjoong sneered. "Yeah. I heard you both. And you sure weren't too busy to help Yunho and Mingi with their dance cover."

"They asked me to help them a month ago Joong. And as for Seonghwa." You shook your head, "I was stressed, he offered a solution. And I shouldn't even have to run that by you Joong. He's my boyfriend, I'm allowed to have sex with my boyfriend." 

"I'm your boyfriend too y/n!" Hongjoong snapped. He swallowed hard before speaking again. "You never would have done this before." 

Hongjoong's words felt like a punch to the gut and you let out a hollow, empty laugh, turning away from Hongjoong to look out over the street. Your voice when you spoke next was angry and tears had collected in the corners of your eyes. "Don't you dare compare me to whoever I was then. Do you know how much time I spend talking to Wooyoung about what I was like before? What I did, what I said, how I behaved? I wish that I could be how I was for you the first time. But I'm not, and I never will be." You took a shuddering breath. "Because I can't fucking remember any of it. You're all pining over some version of me that I can't be and that isn't fair Hongjoong. You know that isn't fair." 

Hongjoong rolled his eyes "Do you even know what we went through when we lost you? How hard it was for us to find you and get you to love us again? Do you know how hard that was?" 

"Did you ever think that perhaps it was even harder for me?" There was a crash as the ceramic mug you were holding clattered to the ground and smashed, tea and bits of shattered ceramic now at your feet. You were both yelling now, not caring that the rest of your boyfriends could clearly hear you. "Because I had to find out that not only were all eight of my boyfriends fucking sex demons!! But that I had actually been in a relationship with them before and couldn't fucking remember any of it. That I would never remember any of it. I feel like I'm constantly competing with the old version of myself. I feel like no matter what I do now you're always going to compare me to what I was then. All of you are. And that's not fair," you stood up, feet narrowly avoiding stepping on the smashed mug. "I'm sorry I haven't been spending enough time with you these past few weeks. But you cannot expect me to be how I was before and you cannot make those comparisons of me. Goodnight Hongjoong." 

You leaned over to kiss his forehead briefly before walking back inside and leaving him on the balcony. Hot, angry tears were streaming down his face and in the brief moment where his sobs calmed down he could hear you telling Seonghwa that you would be sleeping in Jongho's bed for the foreseeable future. Hongjoong couldn't hear what Seonghwa said to you next, but he did hear you slamming the door to Jongho's room. 

Hongjoong began to sob harder when he felt Seonghwa's arms wrap around his shoulders, and San's head on his knee. He knew the others were around too and that knowledge only made him cry harder.

"She'll come around hyung. I promise." San mumbled softly and Seonghwa nodded in agreement, running his fingers through Hongjoong's hair.

"She will, she loves you," Seonghwa mumbled softly, pressing his face into Hongjoong's neck to comfort him. 

And even as the warm comfort of his boyfriends surrounded him, eventually causing his sobs to subside, there was still a missing presence, your missing presence.

And that sadness was enough to squash the vicious jealousy in his heart.

~

"I didn't know you smoked." 

Your soft, quiet voice startled Hongjoong and he turned to look at you as you walked onto the balcony and slid the door shut, muffling the sound of the party Wooyoung had begged to throw. It had been a week since your fight with Hongjoong and you'd barely spoken since, briefly exchanging 'good mornings' and 'goodnight,' but never much past that. You were still sleeping in Jongho's bed and had found the youngest of your boyfriends to be a strong, comforting presence, the way he always was. He provided an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on and some wonderful advice, advice which led you to leaving the party to meet Hongjoong on the balcony. 

Hongjoong huffed a small laugh and exhaled deeply, smoke curling out of his mouth. "I don't…usually. Wooyoung hates it. And he thought you wouldn't approve either." 

You laughed softly, pulling up a chair to sit beside him, similar to the way you had the night you argued. "I don't exactly approve, Woo's right."

Hongjoong chuckled and took another drag of the cigarette, turning his head away from you as he exhaled. "Speaking of Woo. Why aren't you in there? How's Wooyoung going to survive without his jewel of the party?" 

You shrugged "Ah, he's got Yeosang and Sannie. Besides, I wanted to speak to you." 

"Am I allowed to say I'm surprised?" 

You laughed again, nodding gently. "You are." 

Hongjoong smiled "then yeah, I'm surprised." 

You wrung your hands together anxiously, "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for neglecting you. Truly sorry. Even if I have other things going on, I still should have made time for all of you. And I'm sorry that I left you out." 

"And I'm sorry that I let my jealousy get the better of me. I know that you love me just as much as you love them. And I'm also sorry for bringing up you from before. I don't want you to feel like I'm pining over some old image of you, you don't have to compete with yourself. I'm head over heels in love with you, every version of you." 

You smiled and leaned forward to peck Hongjoong's lips softly, "you don't need to stop talking about before. Actually, I like learning about things from then. But I don't want to feel like I'm competing with myself." 

Hongjoong brought his hand up to caress your cheek with his thumb. "You won't. And if you do, please tell me. Or tell any of us. We don't want you to feel like that." 

You nodded, turning your head to kiss his palm. "I don't like fighting with you Joong." 

"I don't like fighting with you Princess," Hongjoong booped your nose, making you giggle. "But we'll always sort things out." 

"Because we're us." 

Hongjoong took another drag of his cigarette and nodded, blowing the smoke into the night air. You nodded, eyes trained on the way Hongjoong's lips were pursed around the cigarette, his eyelids hooded as he blew the smoke out of his mouth. "Exactly princess. Because we're us." 

Your eyes were trained on Hongjoong’s lips and he smirked, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. He patted his thigh and you took that as an invitation to move into his lap. Hongjoong smiled, kissing the side of your head as you settled on his lap. "There we go. That feels right." 

You laughed softly and tucked your head into the crook of his neck, watching him in silence for a while as he smoked. 

"You okay baby?" Hongjoong hummed, watching your eyes which were trained on his lips. 

"Yeah," you blinked slowly, nodding your head. "Yeah…" 

Hongjoong chuckled, nodding to his cigarette "you wanna try baby?" 

"Can I?" 

"Of course," Hongjoong took a deep inhale of the cigarette and before you could take it from his fingers reached his hand up to thread his fingers through your hair and bring you close, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. You gasped softly and Hongjoong chuckled, bringing his lips to yours in a messy kiss. It was mostly spit and tongue and teeth, but it was hot and heavy and full of every emotion neither you nor Hongjoong could articulate with words. This was the first time you'd kissed properly in weeks and just the taste of your lips made Hongjoong groan. He slid his tongue into your mouth and began to explore you as if it was the first time he'd ever touched or kissed you. The deep bass of the song playing inside thumped through Hongjoong's body and if possible, made him more desperate for you. 

"Fuck I missed you," you gasped softly, pulling away to look at Hongjoong. 

"I missed you too princess," Honjoong panted, resting his forehead against yours. "Fuck I missed you so much. It's been weeks." 

"I know. I'm so sorry." Hongjoong shook his head at your words, bringing you in for another brief, messy kiss. 

"No. Baby, no. You're perfect. Always have been. I just," Hongjoong let out a loud groan as you shifted to sit right on top of his crotch. "Fuck I just want you so badly." 

"You've got me Joong. You've always got me." 

Hongjoong nodded quickly before pressing his lips to yours in another desperate kiss. His cigarette was long forgotten, dropped into the ashtray as you looped your arms around his neck, playing with the dyed strands. Hongjoong's hands settled on your waist and he began to drag you across his lap and over his rapidly hardening cock. 

"Just us tonight princess," Hongjoong moved his lips from yours and down to your neck, sucking bruises into the skin. "You and me. No Wooyoung, no Jongho, no Seonghwa," Hongjoong felt the jealousy begin to seep back into his tone and flicked his eyes up to you to see how you were responding. At the sight of your eyes shut, mouth open as pretty moans spilt out of it and the shiver which was sent down your spine at his low tone, Hongjoong knew you were responding well to his possessiveness. "Just you and me princess. You're mine." 

He growled the words against your neck and it made you whimper, tugging at his hair. "M'all yours tonight Joong…please make me yours." 

Hongjoong groaned and stood, picking you up by the bottoms of your thighs. You squealed, ankles locking together behind his back. He easily carried you into the house stopping only to let the others know not to interrupt before making his way to his room. 

He instantly pressed your back up against the door, lips reattaching to your neck, making you gasp. That gasped dissolved into a soft moan of his name as he sucked another mark underneath your ear. 

"Oh princess, I know you can be louder than that," Hongjoong hummed, bringing his knee in between your thighs. "Come on sweetheart. Let them know who's making you feel so good." 

You whined out his name louder this time and Hongjoong hummed in quiet approval. He spun you around from the door to lead you to his bed, depositing you on the soft mattress. You squealed as you bounced a little bit and Hongjoong laughed before climbing on top of you to reattach your lips once more.

"You gonna let me taste you princess?" He spoke against your lips, his hands travelling down your body and underneath your skirt, fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. "Let me have a taste of that sweet pussy baby." 

"Please Hongjoong, please." 

Hongjoong grinned and pressed another soft peck to your lips before moving down your body. He flipped your skirt up, spread your legs so that he could fit between them and groaned at the wet spot which had formed on your panties. "Oh y/n. This all for me?" 

You nodded, trying to pull him closer to where you needed him most as he began to place soft, wet, open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. "All for you Hongjoong," you ran your hand gently through his hair "m'all yours." 

Hongjoong smiled and snapped the waistband of your panties against your stomach, prompting you to lift your hips up so that he could take them off of you. Once he had, he through them into the corner of his room and moved back down, his face in between your legs, mouth hovering over your clit. "You ready baby?" 

"Joong if you don't get your mouth on me in two seconds we're going to have a problem." 

Hongjoong laughed and tsk'd before pressing a soft kiss to your clit, grinning at the squeal you let out. "So impatient baby." 

"Kim Hongjoong I swear-" Hongjoong cut you off with a laugh as he properly dived into your folds, licking and sucking at you with an unmatched passion and fever. He was messy with it, he always was, spreading a delightful combination of his spit and your arousal all over your folds. And his efforts were rewarded by the sweet symphony of melodious moans you were letting spill out of your mouth. Pleas, cries and whimpers of Hongjoong's name, anything to get the demon below you to continue. To not stop. To never stop. Hongjoong pulled away from your center to spit directly on your pussy, grinning when you gasped.

"Hongjoong!" 

"Oh don't pretend you don't like it baby," Hongjoong drawled, spitting once again, before diving back into your folds. His tongue flicked over your clit while he slipped two fingers inside of you, grinning as you moaned at the stretch. "You love being messy for me, don't you?" 

"God yes Hongjoong." 

Hongjoong smirked, suckling at your clit as his fingers curled inside of you. "Good. My sweet, greedy, messy baby." 

Hongjoong sped up the pace of his fingers, the wet squelches of your his fingers fucking you filling up the room. Hongjoong moaned directly against your clit and you had to force your eyes to not close in pleasure. 

"That's it," he praised. "Keep looking at me. Want to watch you when you cum on my face." 

And cum on his face you did. You cried out his name as your orgasm washed over you, hips grinding into his face as he continued to lick you through your orgasm, whispering soft praises as he did. You whined when Hongjoong removed his fingers from you and he laughed, moving up to peck your lips. 

"Think you're ready for my cock yet princess?" 

You nodded, kissing him again. "Yeah. Want you so bad Joong." 

"Good," Hongjoong purred before flipping you over so that you were sat on top of him. With a snap of his fingers Hongjoong was completely naked, his cock standing proud against his stomach, red and leaking precum. "Then take it." 

You lifted up your skirt a little, and hovered over Hongjoong's cock, sinking down on it with a loud moan. Hongjoong gripped your hips tightly, groaning lowly. "That's it. How's that feel." 

"Good…so fucking good." 

"Perfect. Then go ahead, ride me princess." 

You didn't need any more permission than that, beginning to roll and bounce your hips on top of Hongjoong's cock. Moan upon moan spilled out of you as you bounced on top of him. You knew you were probably too loud, but you didn't care and you knew your other boyfriends wouldn't care either. 

And Hongjoong was just as loud, if not louder. Groaning and growling as he bucked his hips up to meet each of your bounces downward with a thrust up of his own. 

"You feel so," thrust "fucking," thrust "Good princess," thrust. "So fucking wet for me. Just dripping down my balls baby." 

"Mhm. All for you, I'm all yours." 

"Yeah?" Hongjoong smirked, and pushed you down onto his cock before beginning to thrust up into you even harder. "Like my big, fat cock huh?" 

"Love it." 

Hongjoong pulled you down so that he could kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. In contrast to the way he was fucking you, his kisses were soft and sweet and full of love.

"I love you my princess." 

"I love you too… Hongjoong I'm gonna." 

"I know. It's okay. You can cum for me. Cum just for me and let them all hear who's making you feel this good." 

You buried your face in Hongjoong’s neck as you came around him, moaning out his name loudly and your hips still moving down on his cock. Your orgasm was the trigger to Hongjoong's own and he buried himself deep inside you as he came with a loud groan, painting your insides white with his cum. The room was incredibly quiet, the sound of soft panting coming from the two of you the only noise which could now be heard. Hongjoong pulled out of you with a low groan and you moved to cuddle into his side, drawing patterns on his chest. 

"You know next time you're jealous Joong. You can just tell me, especially if it's going to lead to sex like this." 

Hongjoong laughed softly, reaching over into his drawer to pull out another cigarette and lighting it up. "You know I'm not exactly the best with feelings y/n." 

"Well yeah, but I want to be the best girlfriend I can be for all of you. And that includes being aware of issues, all of them." 

"I know sweet thing," he kissed your forehead. "I promise I'll try to communicate more." 

"Thank you," you smiled up at him as he took another drag of the cigarette. "You know, I think you might be addicted to those." 

Hongjoong laughed "they don't even begin to compare to how addicted I am to you." 

So perhaps Hongjoong didn't have the best handle on his jealousy. 

But as he laid in bed with you…and then was eventually joined by Yunho and Mingi and Yeosang. And then Wooyoung and San…then Jongho. And finally Seonghwa who scolded him for smoking in bed. He began to think that perhaps that wasn't the worst thing. 

Because he had the eight of you. 

And no amount of jealousy would ever make the eight of you leave.

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Lips of an Angel

Tommy Shelby x Reader (one shot).

So, I wanted to have some kind of closure as tomorrow is the last episode of Peaky Blinders... Even though I will continue to write fanfiction, and given the endless possibilites of the outcome, I wanted to give Tommy Shelby my own “The End”.

Whatever we see tomorrow (whenever we like it or not) will summarize the incredible work done over the past 10 years… I came across the series just last year and devoured the series over the course of two (maybe three) weeks. I have said this before but thanks to the series during the dark, difficult days with the pandemic, I found this tumblr community of fan-fiction, first as a reader then as some kind of writer and it’s been a ‘happy place’ for me, and I’m grateful for that.

So if you take five minutes of your busy day/night to read this… I want to thank you.

Some spoilers to S6 are mentioned, so you have been warned.

I didn’t really think much while writing this, because sometimes thinking leads you to start questioning is this right? should I delete that? so I just went with what felt right in the moment.

I have been a fan of this band for a while, and of course the music doesn’t fit the Peaky era, but it does fit this story, I highly recomend the acustic version even though it’s shorter(lyrics in italics). Song: Hinder

Warnings: smut ⛔️

With Lizzie still grieving Ruby, dealing with his own grieving and now an illness that would leave him in fucks knows what state… Tommy couldn’t help but think, about his life, the things he had done right and wrong. He couldn’t give Charlie the attention he needed and now he wouldn’t have enough time with his eldest son, Duke.

He has never been scared of death, no, all his life he knew his demons and learned to make peace with them a long time ago. And now, he was running out of time.

But one thing he had never been able to forget was her.

Y/N.

The one who had been with him when his mum drowned, the same one who hugged him when his horse won the first race, she was also the one who warned him about Grace and also held him when she died. Y/N scolded him as soon as he told her about Lizzie being pregnant and that he would marry her. She had been the one suggesting he should become a politician to slap those bastards showing them how a gypsy boy from Birmingham who was born on a boat could make it to the top.

After that they never saw each other again, he had been busy with his business. She had her own family to look after.

Deep down, he knew he loved her. Would even get a bullet for her.

And why is that he isn’t with her? You may ask yourself.

Easy, because he can’t give himself the luxury of hurting her like he’s hurt everyone else.

Clearing his throat, he looked at the phone on his desk. Moving his hand to pick it up while the doubts make him move his hand away.

As if calling her with his mind, the phone rang, pushing his thoughts away.

“Tommy?” Her soft voice invading his ears.

Honey, why you calling me so late?

He heard her take a deep breath. He knew that tone.

It's kinda hard to talk right now

Honey, why you crying, is everything okay?

“I was about to call you Y/N… is everything alright?” He asked leaning his back against his chair.

I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

“Tommy are you coming to bed?” Lizzie appeared opening the door without knocking first.

“I’m busy, Lizzie.” He replied in an annoyed tone. “Close the door.” Without another word, he saw her left the office.

Well, my girl's in the next room

“I just kept thinking about you, it’s been days like this…”

Sometimes I wish she was you

“How is Joseph? And the kids?” He threw his glasses over his desk and started rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

The thought of Y/N being married to a good man, made things easier for him, just in case anything happened.

He always wondered if any of her four children were his, after all they never stopped sleeping together during that time. But he never dared to ask the question, what was the point? They weren’t meant to be together. It was better this way.

For Joseph, for Lizzie, especially for Y/N.

I guess we never really moved on

“They are alright…” A short pause followed. “I want to see you, Tommy.”

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words, it makes me weak

“See you in an hour? Midland Hotel, our old suite.”

The excitement growing in him as if this was the first time. Or the last one.

And I never wanna say goodbye

“I have missed you.” He could hear her smiling.

It's funny that you're calling me tonight

And, yes, I've dreamt of you too

”Think you can get out of the house?

And does he know you're talking to me?

“Don’t worry about it.”

Will it start a fight?

“See you then.”

No, I don't think she has a clue

***

Pacing the room while smocking a cigarette, he had enough time to think about this.

He surely had made many mistakes, some on purpose, some others were a collateral damage of the decisions he took.

He will forever regret Polly’s dead as a consequence of such decisions, Ruby was another story, she was cursed and there’s nothing you can do against a curse.

But as the door to the suite was slowly being open, he confirmed what he already knew; this was the one thing he would never regret.

Discarding the remaining cigarette he looked at her.

“Tommy.”

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Offering Y/N his hand, Tommy pulled her, making her collide against his tight body.

Not wasting a second on a hello, or chatting, their mouths kissed hard, just what they both wanted, what they needed after all this time.

Her lips tasted like a shot of whiskey injected straight into his veins.

Quickly removing the clothes that hindered them. Placing one hand on her jaw, he pushed her face slightly away. Y/N took her time to open her eyes, his lips started going south, stopping on her neck where he could feel her pulse going faster than ever, his hands roaming the rest of her body. Slowly, over the fabric of her one-piece lingerie, his mouth took all the time to kiss her breasts, earning the first moans of the night.

“Look at us.” He pleaded moving behind her, their reflection in the mirror. Y/N fixed her gaze on Tommy’s eyes through the mirror. “All of this time… it was always you.” His hand outlining her curves until his fingers found what he was looking for, in the middle of her legs. She couldn’t help her eyes from closing again, the intense pleasure surpassing what she could bear. His fingers circling the sensitive skin over the fabric, her hips moving backwards to meet his thrusts.

Turning around, unable to hold it longer, Y/N pulled Tommy by the neck to taste his lips one more time, while his hands discarded the only barrier that was separating them.

Guiding her to the bed, Tommy kissed her neck while his fingers worked wonders on her center, not long after that, he pressed his hand on the small of her back to bend Y/N over the bed making his way back home inside of her with one hard thrust.

A loud moan leaving her mouth and her body reacting, gave him the guideline to start moving again after a few seconds.

His own body made him let out a deep grunt.

After a few hard, deep thrusts, Tommy stopped and withdraw from her body. Only to turn her around and gently place her in the center of the bed.

“I want to see you.” He admitted softly giving up to the armor he had been wearing in front of everyone else.

The smile that appeared on her lips and her tender gaze made him come undone. Kissing her lips in the gentlest way, he entered her one more time, all the way in, only to move again almost all the way out. His hips finding the rhythm they knew so well, hers dancing away with his.

Tommy placed a quick kiss in the middle of her chest, and his mouth followed the way up until it reached her lips while her hands moved away the fringe on his forehead and her legs locked around his waist.

Both of them reaching the highest place of pleasure at the same time, whispering each other’s names, feeling fireworks explode around them, inside as well.

As his moves stopped, Y/N caressed his face, while his eyes were fixed on hers, finding the answers to their lives.

Still as joined pieces, one of his hands went to her hair spread on the pillow, while hers stroked his shoulder. Their lips colliding together as an extension of their union.

It was clearer than ever, that he found what he had been looking for.

You, the unconditional.

You, the one.

This was the Angel kissing the Devil himself after all.

Because in the end, every devil always comes out from hell looking for an angel.

Even that this might only last one night, a few moments, he was the happiest he had ever been.

He didn’t know how much time he had left.

But if he were to die tonight, he wanted to do it in her arms.

***

Farewell Mr. Shelby, I hope you take your white horse and ride bareback.

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

hello amazing talented writer!!!! i believe ur requests are open right now (if they aren't pls ignore this) !! i was wondering if you could do head cannons for the obey me brothers with an mc who really wanted to show them how much they loved them, so they give them the biggest bear hug possible and keep telling them how much they appreciate them? idk if there is a character limit, so of you want to include the dateables that would be marvelous! thank you for having such an amazing blog and working so hard 💖😌

Brothers with a Lovebug GN!MC (Headcanons)

A/N : This was so cute! So cute! I loved writing it! All the brothers deserve love and appreciation. Thank you so much for requesting it and thank you thank you thank you for your kind words, I appreciate them and I appreciate you <3

Lucifer

He wasn’t completely touch starved, well.. Not anymore since he met you, but hugs still kind of threw him off sometimes. He just wasn’t used to it, no matter how many times you hugged him, although he did love the feelings.

When you came up to him and hugged him this time, it was different than most of the other hugs, it was tight and warm, and it was almost as if he could feel all of your love for him pouring out in this one single hug and… well… he loved it. He loved the feeling of it. It made him feel warm, it was… strange but endearing. But then you started telling him how much you appreciate him, and while he already was aware that you did (that’s just him being prideful though), he loved hearing it from your lips. It was enough to actually make him smile, and he was so wrapped up in the warmth that your words and his touch made him feel that he almost forgot to hug you back… almost.

His arms snaked around you, holding you closer against him. He didn’t want to lose the warm feeling that you gave him, he didn’t want to let you go.

“Thank you, dear. Please, don’t hesitate to… do this more often.”

Mammon

If there was anyone who deserved this, it was him. He’s so under appreciated in the house, he’s always getting picked on, the guy can never seem to catch a break. The only time he actually feels like he’s noticed for the good things that he does is when he’s with you, hence why he’s always following you around and trying to be as close to you as possible. He just really needs it.

The bear hug was, needless to say, very unexpected for him. Sure, he’s used to being hugged by you, and yes, he loves being hugged by you… But this hug was amazing to him. It was tight, and it wasn’t just any regular hug, it was like you were holding onto him, and this may have just become his preferred method of hugs. These kinds of hugs are by far the best hugs to get. He almost couldn’t focus on what you were saying until he realized that you were telling him that you appreciate him… and… wow. That was the only thing he could think when he heard you, and it didn’t seem like you were anywhere close to being done.

He held you tighter, resting his head on top of yours, and yes, he did start crying although he’s going to deny that he is… just don’t bring it up.

“That’s really sweet of ya, babe… And I ain’t cryin’... yer hair jus’ got in my eye… tell me more?”

Leviathan

He is very touch starved, and although people around the house appreciate him, he’s always down on himself anyway. He’s always down on himself, and even when you are there to tell him why you love him, his thoughts are just very pessimistic. He needs this just as much as Mammon does.

The sound he made when you first wrapped your arms around him was a mix between a scream and a squeal. He definitely wasn’t expecting it, but he wasn’t against it either. He didn’t know that he needed it until it was already happening, but he really appreciates the hug. When you started telling him that you appreciate him and how much you appreciate him, his face turned the brightest shade of red. It was strange to him because he didn’t really know that he did that much for you to even appreciate, but he really liked hearing you say it. At least he knows that he’s doing something right and that he’s making you happy.

He’s so happy, it’s off the charts, and he doesn’t want the hug to end, ever. It’s the best feeling in the world to be appreciated.

“I-I’m… Thank you… Y-You’re the best… Really… I-I appreciate you too…”

Satan

Being loved and appreciated never seemed important to him before. These were things he could live without, he was thriving off of being hateful and unappreciative towards Lucifer. Deep down though, even if he didn’t ever want to admit it, acknowledge it, or even know about it… He needed these things.

He heard you coming. Let’s be fair, this man memorized the sounds of footsteps of everyone in the house so he can act accordingly based on whoever was even coming close to his room. He was ready for you to come in, the smile already on his face, his book already set down to welcome you with open arms. What he wasn’t ready for was the bear hug that you rushed in to give him. He was not ready at all, but damn if he didn’t love it. He loved hearing your words of appreciation too, and he was going to memorize every single thing that you said, just so he could think about it later.

He really did need this, as someone who mainly only ever feels wrath, hatred, annoyance… You’re the only thing that really brings him pure happiness.

“You’re making me soft, kitten… Not that I mind it. I’ve got all the time in the world to keep doing this.”

Asmodeus

The complete opposite of Satan, love and appreciation are so very important to him. But, he receives these things all the time from strangers, and sometimes, well, most times, it never feels genuine. These things have lost almost all of their meanings to him, it almost seemed pointless because of how repetitive it’s become.

There was something different receiving love and appreciation from you though. It was real, there was emotion behind it, something that could never be picked up or trusted over the internet through random comments. Of course he loved the hug, the tighter, the closer the better. He wasn’t actually… used to getting hugs like that. It felt special to him, and when the words of appreciation came, he felt special. Being loved by the entire Devildom will never feel as good as being loved by you. You made him feel like more than just his avatar, and that means so much more to him than looks or likes.

Yes he cried, and no he didn’t try to hide it. He wasn’t ashamed of his emotions, and he wanted you to know that what you said made him feel good enough that he actually cried.

“Oh… You’re… I’m gonna mess up my face but… It’s okay. You’re so sweet, I could just kiss you, darling.”

Beelzebub

He knows what love is, because he loves you and he loves all of his brothers. He knows what appreciation is because he appreciates you, and appreciates everything that his brothers do for him. He’s pretty sure that his brothers love and appreciate him back, and he knows without a doubt that you love and appreciate him… especially after the hug.

The hug, which was nice, and really cute to him. He was always the one giving you the bear hugs, so to be on the receiving end felt really nice. It’s not something that he’s used to, but his eyes, his entire face even, it lit up. Being told that he’s appreciated though, it’s way different from just feeling appreciated. Those words meant so much to him, he probably won’t be able to stop smiling about it for weeks. He’ll probably tell all of his brothers about it too, well, not even probably, he’s definitely going to tell all of his brothers about it. This is a really big thing to him.

He’s just so happy, beyond happy, ecstatic even. He loves and appreciates you so much, and feeling that same amount of love and appreciation returned, it’s amazing, it feels like he just won a football game.

“I’m happy you feel the same way, honey… You’re really special to me… I love you.”

Belphegor

He puts on a big front that he doesn’t care if anyone loves him or appreciates him, but he just doesn’t want to be seen as weak, and feelings to him are a sign of vulnerability. Plus, those feelings just make attachments stronger and if something bad were to happen, it’ll be harder for him to move on and get over it.

Hugs were weird enough to him, so bear hugs weren’t any less weird, it caught him off guard. He just stood there for a second before finally relaxing in your arms. He loved you, and while he didn’t say it as much as he probably should, he realized that sometimes words weren’t needed to get that feeling across. He could feel all of your love through that hug, and it made him feel… good. When you started telling him you appreciate him… and just how much you appreciate him… that was shocking. He didn’t know what you could possibly be appreciative of considering everything that’s happened and how he was towards you. He’s always felt like a fuck up, like everything bad that’s ever happened was his fault, so to hear that he’s appreciated was strange, he almost couldn’t wrap his head around it.

He wasn’t going to cry, not in front of you, but he definitely felt like he was about to. He’s gotta make an excuse to get you out of the room long enough to get the sniffles out without you noticing.

“You’re such a dork… Go get your pillows and blankets from your room. I want to cuddle with you.”

[kreilied]

“I’ll make you feel good”

Villian!Deku  X  Reader

CW: NSFW, DUB/NON CON( im sorry), ass play (a little), degredation

A/N: Even though I will post noncon please do NOT MAKE NONCON REQUESTS. I rlly gotta already be in some type of headspace in order to be able to write this without like crying. Wrote this a while ago btw, Im currently sifting through my drafts so theres some stuff on this blog now that I’ve started brand new.

“Izuku…” you whispered. You were cornered in a dark alley, the buildings at either side of you offering no terrain advantage for you to be able to climb up, the man in font of you slowly walking closer with a wicked grin on his face. His glowing eyes took you back to simpler times in UA, the way he blushed the first time you talked to him. How he would stutter, how he would mutter to himself about your quirk, he found it fascinating. Well, he did find every quirk intriguing but he found yours especially valuable, being able to heal people was something truly heroic. You remembered the first time you two held hands all those years ago, since then he’d grown taller, where before you saw him at eye level, you now had to look up.

“You can just call me deku, pretty dear” his words had a hint of sultryness, oh how you missed him. The same nickname was always. Now it was bittersweet. For a few years now you had been trying to get him back in the  heroes side, but ut was futile, he had made up his mind, his ideals unwavering. You had given up.

“What? You're going to kill me now?” You scoffed. He contidued to step closer, walking in a circle around you like you're his prey, his hand racing down your back, making you shiver. If this were any other villain, you wouldnt allow this, but he was overwhelmingly powerful. It would take a single strike for you to lie dead on the floor. You needed to play along. Thankfully, being prideful was never one of your faults. He stopped behind you, his beath fanning your ear, he leaned into you, pressing his nose against your neck and inhaled deeply. You couldnt tell if the twist in your stomach was of disgust, arousal or happiness. That didn't matter now.

“Why would I kill you when we can have some fun just you and I instead?” he said as his hands roamed from your own to your arms and up to your shoulders. Slowly making their way to your back, making you arch it back instinctively, now your butt pressed agaisnt the strain of his trousers. He chuckled.

“I would never do that” you shake your head, whole body now tense. His hands had made their way to your hips, with force he pulled you back, making you fall against him, back pressed against his chest, then he pushed you into a wall, so now you were trapped.

“Dont say that…” his grip on your hips tightened “You dont mean that do you?” his chest made it so your entire upper body was pressed against the wall, your head only slightly back to aoid scraping it against the rough bricks. You decided to not answer his question, it wasnt meant to be answered anyway.

“Our time like that is long gone, Deku.” You stated firmly despite your current physical state. His lips brushed against your ear, you could hear his soft breaths as he got excited.

“I’ll make you feel good” he whispered in the voice he knew would make you melt, and it did. For just a second, your body relaxed, exhaling. His body pulled back a little, giving you more room to be comfortable. Or at least thats what you thought, he let go of your hips and held onto your hero costume “I know this isnt the most comfortable place but” with his strength, he ripped the costume apart from your ass.

 “We can make do”

 “Deku no!” You gasp and just as you're about to turn around he grabs onto the back of your neck, his long fingers nearly wrapping around to the front, he pushes your head down, making your knees buckle. Ass now in the air, back bent, you feel the cool air hit you, making you shiver and clench everything again

“Dont move, honey~” you can hear his smile. His one leg he parts your own, making you stand wide “Ahhh so pretty” he moved his hips forward, making you feel his clothed cock. You whimpered at the feeling. As much as you  hated being treated this way, you liked it, it had been so long since you had been able to receive any kind of sexual attention. And it coming from him made you feel a similar feeling you did from him so long ago.

“Aw, do you want it?” he cooed. You shook your head, but he bucked his hips into you, making you blurt out a moan. He leaned down and whispered again “Lying sluts dont get master’s cock.”

You pressed your lips tightly, to avoid anything else coming out of your mouth. He pulled back, his hand now on your hair, his free hand traveled up aand down your back, then to your exposed ass. He quickly dips his fingers down to your cunt, earning hismelf another one of your pretty sounds.

“Your body doesnt lie, dear” he pushes two fingers inside “you're dripping” he languidly, pushes his fingers in and out, focusing in how wet you are rather than on pleasuring you. 

“Im gonna let go” he says referring to his tight grip on your head “Move a muscle and you're dead” he pushed his thumb inside your ass with the lubrication of your juices, making a sound between a moan and a grunt come out of you. Then he pulls out and lets go of your head. You hear the sound of clanking metal and you kno what he’s about to do. But you cant move, perfect excuse to let him do as he pleases. Otherwise, you wouldnt be able to live with yourself wanting to be fucked by the deadliest villain. 

He pulls out his cock with a groan.

“I missed you, y’know” he rubs the tip up and down your entrance coating himself with your wetness, his tip rubbing against your clit making you whimper “I’d like to hear all of your pretty sounds, please. Promise I wont tell anyone” without a warning, he pushed inside you as deep as he could, his hands now gripping your hips, lifting you up a little from the ground, your hands on the wall to keep yourself from falling. His quick thrust made you grunt and moan loudly, unable to keep your dignity anymore. You decide to do as he told you, and just enjoy the ride.

His pace was unforgiving, but he knew you could take it. His thick cock stretched you out, you enjoyed the feling of being so full. He was fast, his grip on your hips bruising. Once you decided to stop holding back you let yourself sound as loud as you had to, borderline screaming at that point. 

“I-izuku~” were the only coherent words that managed to escape your mouth. He smiled, head thrown back as he enjoyed the way you clenched around him. Your whole body felt burning hot with all the pleasure. Soon he reached his high with a deep final thrust as he came inside as you came undone yourself. You would have told him not to, but you didn't care anymore, you were spent, spit dribbling down your chin. Tears down your cheeks from the pain and pleasure. 

He pulls out and lets go of your hips, making you fall to your knees. Hands on the floor. He crouches down next to you, pulling your head up, his hand wrapped around your jaw and he pulls you inn for a messy kiss, his tongue selfishly dipping in your mouth. As he was done he pulled back and you opened your eyes, maybe it was the confusion from the situation but you could hae sworn you saw a hint of love in his eyes. Before he could leave you gripped his shirt and pull him down, leaving a feathery gentle kiss on his lips, his eyes went wide at the gesture. But you push him back immediately, dropping your head down.

Now it was done. He left without saying a word.

“I love you” you whispered and began to cry as you kneeled on the floor and waited for help to arrive.