#tw pet loss implied

[fluttershybunny]

I will miss you when you're gone ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

Whumpy Vampire Imagines - Whumpee's

Gosh, do I love vampires in whump? Lemme tell you. Here's a cookie and a beanbag.

Vampires make the perfect Whumpee's based on what lore you prefer. If they're traditionally immortal and restorative based on blood level... They. Make. Perfect. Whumpee's.

No matter what Whumper wants to do to them, they'll always recover. They heal so fast, some injuries don't even last longer than what it takes to inflict them.

Whumper can cause endless pain and torment, however, and whenever they please. As long as they have some blood, they can reverse it and start fresh.

Vampire Whumpees are essentially 0 maintenance. No food, no real need for water. Just blood. Even if they go without it, they just get easier to deal with from blood paralysis. (In my lore bloodloss = eventual paralysis back to corpse syndrome)

If Whumper forgets about them or wants to punish them, they can just leave them. This works so well if Whumper has established neediness in their vampire. Training them beforehand to be used to interaction, engagement, and supervision until the lack thereof is damaging. Easy to do with blood, too.

Whumper can whip them until their arm is sore and Whumpee will feel every split but the slice only lasts long enough to well red to the surface. Whumpee's body heals as the tail of the whip lifts off their skin in the wake. Oh but it hurts the same, it still feels just as damaging as it would for a human but they can take it over and over and over again. Until ideally, it breaks them.

No matter what excruciating punishment, no matter how extreme Whumper gets; it can all be fixed. (Psychological results may vary.)

And the best part? They live forever. A life of pain, of being enslaved, of being passed from owner to owner or Master to Master. Years to train them, craft their personalities, and bend their will until they're whatever Whumper desires.

A perfect pet, a perfectly trained guard dog; built for long nights and endurance. Stamina beyond all means when well fed or submissive and starving without blood.

Their skin is so sensitive to hot and cold, touch or graze, but the pain always lingers just a little longer as it heals. Every injury bears its full weight as time ticks to repair the body. Broken limbs feel the sting of shatter until mended, and skin severed burns until it regenerates and grows back.

The best of them learn how things go, and let themselves be crafted. Let go of whatever they were, whatever they knew and it's easier for them sometimes. Some of them get lucky, and lived good lavished lives. Some are treasured pets, some won as trophies of war; others are passed hand to hand for currency like land or housing.

Whumpees can even be made, turned, and wiped like a clean slate.

Whumper has a forever toy, a plaything that they can get rough with and still leave a lasting effect. Break them entirely, make them cower in submission. Everything is up to Whumper and what they want.

Entirely up to Whumper.

What they drink, how they live, and what they taste or feel. How much they suffer, how free they are, everything depends on what Whumper wants or feels that day.

The perfect Whumpee to last them a lifetime.

[shy-little-gigglee-bun]

I have returned 💕

While my mental health still isn't the greatest atm, I've realized that being on here a bit has helped me try to forget about the multiple issues I've had going on, including a big one that has come up while on this break.

Hope yall didn't have too much fun without me 🙈💕

TW for vent, mentions of arguing, implied pet loss under the cut

- Bun

Basically what happened was following my graduation from college the issues that I had been having at work in the past were harder to ignore. My current workplace hasn't been healthy for a while now, and I'm currently trying to get out asap before it does anymore major damage to my mental health.

With that and my home life not exactly being great since the beginning of this year, it all came to a head after an argument with my mom, which then led to my break.

During this break however, one of my cats had to be taken to the vet following him starting to develop wheezing fits that gradually happened more and more frequently. The vet did x-rays on him and found a tumor (no way to know if it's cancer due to the overwhelming cost and my cat's age at 12 years old) and said that at the rate he's going, we only have 2 years left with him at most. I've had him and one of his brothers since I was 11, so hearing this crushed me as well.

So sorry for the long rambling and for being gone, I might be a bit less active for the next few days but at least I'm back for now 💕

[littledvmbass]

Things I Should Probably Tell My Therapist:

I never expected that I would be alive this long. My first suicide attempt, I was 13, almost 14. Then 15. Then 16. 16 was when I started to realize I actually had people I wanted to be alive for, but even now at 23, I'm somehow convinced that my death would be better for them than my constant presence in their lives.

I got engaged at 17, and I cried. It wasn't because I was happy, although I was. Instead, I started crying because I never seriously thought that I would live long enough to become an adult, let alone seriously consider marriage.

But, I got married at 18. I got pregnant at 18, something else I never expected to experience. As a younger teen, I didn't think I would ever want children. I still was unsure at that point, content with it being my husband, our chihuahua, and me.

Now I'm 23, without the baby I didn't know for sure I wanted until I lost, and without the dog who kept me sane through some of the worst years of my life. I still have my husband, and two best friends that I would do anything for. But, I'm 23, full of trauma that I never expected to have to process in a healthy way. I had assumed that one day I'd finally have an attempt that wasn't just an attempt, and then that trauma would go away.

I'm looking at trauma and anxiety that I stamped down and locked away, kept inside until I finally killed myself and just didn't have to worry about it anymore. Is this really what it's like to be an adult with trauma? I don't get the panic attacks like I used to, likely thanks to medication, but I am still so terrified of everything.

I didn't expect it to be so tiring, trying to heal.

[until-i-devour-you]

Hello, Mr. D

I didn't really miss you, y'know?

I remember how comfortable I was in your arms. I was so used to you, so desperate that I didn't want to let you go, at first. Not even when you started to put razors in my hand, guiding it over my body, drawing deep red lines, your tongue collecting the drops of blood.

You're thirsty again, vampire, and you came back to me.

You're tempting me, Mr. D. I don't have much to live for, and your cruel words are easy to listen to. You offer me sharp silvers, you promise me the numbness of your art, you promise we'll carve lines so beautiful that I'll die for them.

You offer the most lonely thing in the world: a Life with you, followed by its end.

I didn't miss you, Mr. D. I was quite happy to live without a Soul crushing vampire like you around, I was thrilled to be working on myself, on my independence, I was ecstatic about how much I was accomplishing.

Then my aunt died, and you flew around me like a vulture while I was helping with the funerals. You waited until April, until the death of my pet rat Aperol to say hi to me, you grabbed me by the hips and hugged me in July, when my other rat Lello died too, and when the last rat, Chonky, died in December, you kissed me, devouring my lips, biting into them, injected your venom in my mind though vile words and dirty tricks.

You're back, and I don't have the energy to push you away.

Some people are born with you in their blood. Other people get poisoned by their surroundings. Some people are both, just like me. Or maybe I'm just like them, I'm nothing special, I'm in no position to influence others, I'm no one, am I not, Mr. D?

I'm trying to ignore you, y'know?

But it's hard when you keep following me around, your velvet voice murmuring self hatred into my brain, your hands sweetly tracing my veins and offering blades as if they were engagement rings. Letting you be my New Year Kiss was a mistake, wasn't it?

I didn't miss you, Mr. D.

You know that, and yet I'm now watching you getting on your knees, razor blade in hand.

«Logan, you already know the question» you gently smile, licking your lips, and I look at you: the thirsty vampire I refuse to feed with my blood and my Life.

«Oh, Depression...» I say. «I can't.»

«But you want to.»

«I can't let my sister have a dead brother. I can't leave my friends. I can't leave my cats.»

«But you want to, I know you do.»

[smileysuh]

after the seminar

🌙 staring. Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. In truth, Wonwoo has been tired. You haven’t fucked since the first night of the seminar, and although that was only two days ago, you’re definitely feeling the loss. On top of that, being wined and dined and looked after always makes you hornier than usual, and Wonwoo has been extra ‘husband’ today. He’s just so perfect. Well-mannered, kind, educated- God, you want him so bad.

tw/cw. sugar daddy Wonwoo, gentleman in the streets/softdom in the sheets, reader doesn't want to make choices, daddy/control kink, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral, blow job, deep throating, dirty talk, praise, masturbation, unprotected sex, holding hands while fucking, implied breeding/fullness kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) daddy.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.3k

🍭 aus. sugar daddy au, established relationship, fiance!Wonwoo, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I know not everyone is into this level of sugar daddy control, but I think there's something to be said about the trust that reader has for Wonwoo. Sometimes I just wanna shut up and let a man do all the work, and today, that man is Wonwoo

Wonwoo’s had few loves in his life. During university, he’d had a love for law, a need to do what was right. In his thirties, he’d found a new soulmate in legislative procedures related to the sustainability and efficiency of whole cities. Finance had been another long-winded lover, and now, on the cusp of forty, Wonwoo’s found the one thing in the world he loves most, you.

Holding your hand while he drives through the city, Wonwoo can’t help but keep some of his attention on you. 

Dressed in a tight-fitting red dress he’d bought you for your six-month anniversary in Paris, with your hair and makeup done, you look as stunning as ever. There’s a fat rock on your wedding finger, an engagement ring signifying his loyalty to you, and Wonwoo can’t help himself but play with it a little anytime your hands are linked.

As he makes a turn onto a busy street, the sun practically blinds him, and Wonwoo immediately lets go of you to adjust his visor. You make no movement, so he pulls yours down too, enjoying the way you flash him a small smile and whisper a ‘thank you.’

“You look lost in thought,” he muses, having noted your gaze fixed on the sidewalk trees passing by outside your window. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just thinking about seminar topics,” you admit. 

Over the past three days, you’ve accompanied him to multiple talks focused on accessibility, affordability, and green solutions within cities like yours. Tonight marks the last evening of the event, and the two of you are headed to a meet-up with some of Wonwoo’s closest lawyer friends. 

Wonwoo loves how diligently you’ve thrown yourself into his work-focused world. Not only do you attend the seminars with him, but you truly make an effort to learn, and that’s never more obvious than when conversing with his colleagues.

Wonwoo’s best friend, Kim Mingyu, has entertained a string of sugar baby relationships, and despite inviting three or four of those women to events like the one you’ve just accompanied Wonwoo to, none of Mingyu’s girls ever took to it the way you do.

You’re one of a kind, and Wonwoo knows how lucky he is to have you.

“I’m sure Seungcheol will have a few things to say about the housing crisis talk,” Wonwoo notes. Choi Seungheol, who had started in law and made the leap to real estate. He now owns half of the new developments being built downtown, and Wonwoo knows this will spur a contentious discussion later.

“He can’t argue with the stats,” you sigh, turning to look at Wonwoo, who threads his fingers with yours again. 

“He can try,” Wonwoo smiles softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 

You return the smile, turning your attention out the window again. 

You’re not voicing anything, but Wonwoo can read you like a book. It used to be his job to pay attention to body language, and while he tries to stay humble, people have called him something of a mind reader.

“It’s been an exhausting three days,” he notes. “We don’t have to be out for long tonight, I’m sure we both need our rest.”

“Hansol flies to New York tomorrow morning,” you remind him. “I want you to have as much time with him as you need before he’s gone.”

Your relationship is always something like this, the two of you caring for each other so deeply that you constantly make small concessions. As always, though, the ball is in Wonwoo’s court. He appreciates the way you can feel to him like an intellectual equal while still being submissive in other senses, although he never abuses this power over you.

He’ll keep an eye on you tonight, and when he notices you getting tired, or your energy depleting, he’ll excuse the both of you from drinks and take you back to his place. Then, he’ll take care of you in the ways only he knows how. 

You love Wonwoo. You love him for the big things, his character, his good heart- but you love him for the little things too, the way nothing slips past his line of focus. He’s always a hundred percent on and present with you, holding open every door, guiding you by the small of your back, and pulling out your chair first when you join his friends on the top floor restaurant in the most expensive hotel in the city.

“You look amazing,” Mingyu compliments you, flashing you a toothy grin before standing to greet Wonwoo with a hug. “You definitely know how to pick them,” he praises his friend.

“And look at that ring,” Seungcheol has zeroed in on the diamond on your finger, and he reaches across the table to take your hand and get a better look at it. Wonwoo’s eldest friend has always had an eye for luxury, and he studies the oval rock and silver-colored band. “I’d ask if this is sterling,” he muses, “but if I were a betting man, which I am, I’d say it’s white gold.” 

Seungcheol lifts his eyes to meet yours, waiting for an affirmative, which you give with a nod. “You know your metals, Mister Choi.”

“How many times do I have to tell you,” he lifts your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingers, “It’s Seungcheol.” 

“Stop flirting with Wonwoo’s girl,” Hansol tuts, pushing at Seungcheol’s shoulder.

The elder man makes a face, brushing off his expensive suit. “Not flirting,” he clarifies. “Although,” his gaze shifts to you again, “if you have any hot friends-”

“Aish,” Wonwoo has rejoined the conversation after greeting Mingyu, and he takes the seat next to you, his arm casually coming around the back of your chair to pull you closer. “What have I told you about asking her for favors?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Sungcheol sighs, sitting back and crossing his arms over his broad chest. “She’s one in a million, aren’t ya, little miss future Jeon to be?”

“Try one in a billion,” Wonwoo corrects, hand finding your thigh now that he’s pulled you close enough. “Have you three ordered drinks yet?”

“We were waiting on you,” Mingyu says, handing Wonwoo a cocktail menu, which he settles between you both so you can also read it. “Their margaritas are pretty good.”

You quickly find a drink you’d like to try, and you wordlessly reach out a manicured nail to tap on it. Wonwoo follows your motion, giving a curt nod, then he leans in to press his lips to your cheek. He waves down the waiter a moment later, and orders you your drink, sparing you the socialization.

This is yet another one of those little things Wonwoo does for you that you find incredibly sexy, and you tuck closer to him, placing your hand over his own on your thigh. 

“We should talk about the elephant in the room,” Mingyu sighs, drawing all eyes. You have no idea what he’s about to say, and then he hits the four of you with, “Cheol, you have to admit your new high rises aren’t sustainable or affordable.”

“They’re called luxury suits for a reason,” Seungcheol scoffs. “I’m not in the business of affordable housing.” 

Wonwoo grins next to you, looking down and squeezing your hand gently. It’s funny how amusing he finds this whole thing. 

“Don’t smirk like that, Woo,” Seungcheol tuts. “As if you didn’t do a walk-through of a penthouse suite in my new highrise last week.” 

This is news to you, and you turn to look at your boyfriend. You’re generally not one to question him, and luckily you don’t have to, because Kim Mingyu is just as nosey as you’d sometimes like to be. “You checked out a penthouse? I thought you loved your apartment?”

“I’ve had it for years,” Wonwoo says, and you can tell he’s choosing his words carefully. “However, I can admit that the amenities at Cheol’s new builds are quite impressive.”

“Amenities,” Seungcheol scoffs. “As if that’s what you were actually interested in.”

The two powerful men share a look, and it’s a battle of wills that makes your heart thump loudly in your chest. 

What was Wonwoo interested in?

He’s never talked to you about moving, and you’ve been living with him for nearly a year. Besides, Mingyu’s right, Wonwoo adores his apartment. He’s had it forever and it’s decorated exactly the way he likes it. Your bedroom is a lovely corner location with views of the whole city, and his home office is a sanctuary you’ve loved to desecrate. 

“We’ll talk about this more another time,” Wonwoo says finally, looking up as your waiter appears with a tray of drinks. 

Your cocktail is set in front of Wonwoo, and he gently pushes it toward you before reaching down to give your thigh a squeeze under the table. He picks up his Old Fashioned with his free hand, and Seungcheol raises his own glass in a toast. “To friends and new engagements!”

Seungcheol nods to you before taking a sip of his scotch, and it fills your body with heat to know his friends truly respect and like you. They’re happy to have you joining as a permanent member of their social sphere. 

You place your hand on top of Wonwoo’s as you bring your cocktail to your lips. 

The discussion moves to details about sustainability, and the men at the table trade opinions on the seminars. Mingyu is fast in his manner of speaking, always intent to prove his point. Cheol is loud and boisterous, scoffing at opinions that don’t align with his own. Hansol is often quiet, but he makes good notes ever so often, and they make the whole table sit and think. And your Wonwoo is as calm and judicial as always, listening to his friends with a contemplative expression even while his thumb draws small circles on your thigh. 

You give your own two cents a few times, and your musings are always the most well-received. None of the men at the table are about to pick a fight with you, and they’re attentive whenever you open your mouth, nodding and making one or two comments before getting heated with each other again. 

The waiter comes and Seungcheol orders a few appetizers while Wonwoo opens the menu for you. When Wonwoo begins to list three of his own items, you tap your finger on the one you’d like most and he voices that as well.

God, how you love the fact that you only have to lift one little finger with Wonwoo while he does the rest. You really aren’t in a super talkative mood, especially when it comes to mundane tasks like ordering food and drinks. You save your voice to join in on the intellectual conversation taking place, and you prefer things this way.

Seungcheol and Wonwoo begin to argue over rezoning laws, and Hansol turns toward you, leaning closer. “Congratulations on your engagement,” he smiles. 

“Thank you,” you grin back. 

“Have you guys talked about wedding plans yet?”

Out of all the people in the world, you didn’t think Chwe Hansol would be one of the first to ask you about wedding details. 

“We’re thinking destination,” you admit.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” Hansol laughs. “And an expensive honeymoon too I bet.” 

“Of course,” you grin, playing with the stem of your cocktail glass. “Although, if I’m being honest…” you lean closer to Hansol, lowering your voice while Wonwoo and Seungcheol continue to argue, “as much as I like the lifestyle I have with Wonwoo, you know I’m happy just to be with him.”

“But the expensive trips are a bonus I bet,” Hansol grins. 

“I mean… would you say no to a trip to the Maldives?” 

Wonwoo’s friend shakes his head, still smiling. “Never.”

“When are you going to find someone?” you ask. Out of all of Wonwoo’s close friends, Hansol is the most level-headed. He’s stable, and kind, and if you weren’t so into Wonwoo, you’d even admit Hansol is quite handsome in his own way. 

“Someday,” Hansol sighs. “Maybe you’ll have cute bridesmaids at your wedding.”

“I’ll put in a good word for you,” you assure him. 

Hansol laughs. “I’d appreciate that.”

Food begins to arrive at the table, and you sit up straight again, tucking close to Wonwoo. He’s done this thing, ever since your first date, where he helps plate food for you, and for some reason, it’s always been a huge turn-on.

You like getting baby girl treatment, and you watch Wonwoo with a grin while he cuts through some carpaccio and sets up a piece for you. He makes sure to get a little bit of everything on your plate before putting anything on his own, and his friends are already digging in by the time he’s gotten the both of you settled.

“Do you want anything else?” he asks, always the type to be certain he’s pleased you.

“This looks perfect,” you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, lingering by his ear so he’s the only one who can hear you when you say, “Thank you, Daddy.”

Wonwoo reaches down and squeezes your thigh, the only sign you have that your words have done something to him. He’s not the type to be big on PDA, and it’s the little things like a constant touch, or acts of service, that remind you he loves you as much as you love him.

You wait for Wonwoo to lift a carpaccio bread spread to his lips before you reach for your own, mirroring his motions so you can experience the food together. 

You hadn’t been a carpaccio fan before meeting Wonwoo, but he’s expanded your pallet in the time you’ve known him, and you’re extremely thankful for this opportunity - as well as others - that he’s provided for you.

“Look at you two loved-up foodies,” Seungcheol sighs from across the table, watching you with eyes trained to assess. 

Wonwoo only grins, reaching for his drink to take a sip. You follow that motion too, smirking over the rim of your glass before downcasting your eyes. 

There’s no need to respond to Seuncheol’s comment because it’s an apt description of the pair of you.

“Stop being jealous,” Mingyu grins, reaching out to push at Seungcheol’s shoulder. 

“Never going to happen,” Seungcheol retorts. 

You know he’s in the market for a sugar baby, and Wonwoo’s told you how often Seungcheol brings you up when you’re not around. Apparently, his eldest friend is adamant that you’re one of the most perfect sugar babies he’s ever seen, and you wonder if maybe you should try to hook him up with one of your friends at the wedding. Give Cheol the Hansol treatment. However, in contrast to Hansol’s laid-back expectations, you’d have to give your Cheol-intended friend a cheat sheet booklet on how to please a rich man.

“Just watch,” Seungcheol continues, “these two are going to sneak off early and go to the bathroom or something. They’re sitting much too close together, and we’ve all noticed Wonwoo’s hand under the table.”

To show his innocence, Wonwoo lifts the hand in question. “We’re not doing anything,” he assures his friends calmly. “Although… unfortunately, we will have to leave early after appetizers.”

This is news to you, and you look at Wonwoo for further clarification, which he gives when pressed by Seungcheol.

“It’s been a long seminar,” Wonwoo explains, letting out a sigh of exhaustion. “I’d say Honey needs her beauty rest, but I think we all know I’m not so nice when I’ve been sleep deprived.”

You love it when he calls you Honey, in fact, he uses that name for you more than your legal one. 

Seungcheol lets out a groan, but he doesn’t push further, because Wonwoo’s excuse is true. He’s never been rude to you when tired, but he definitely has a ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude when he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. 

“We’ve got a meeting tomorrow morning,” Mingyu agrees. “Maybe I should get another drink and call it a night too.”

“Come on Gyu,” Seungcheol scoffs. “I’ll let these two ditch, but this is Hansol’s last night in the city, I thought we could go to a roof on one of my new waterfront builds and hit some golf balls at the sea.”

“Right, because that’s very environmentally friendly,” Wonwoo tuts.

“Jesus, you are tired, aren’t you?” Seungcheol laughs. 

It’s a rhetorical question, and Wonwoo simply lifts another appetizer to his mouth, chewing with a tight-lipped grin. 

In truth, Wonwoo has been tired. You haven’t fucked since the first night of the seminar, and although that was only two days ago, you’re definitely feeling the loss. On top of that, being wined and dined and looked after always makes you hornier than usual, and Wonwoo has been extra ‘husband’ today.

He’s just so perfect. Well-mannered, kind, educated- 

God, you want him so bad.

You take a sip of your cocktail again before resting your hand on Wonwoo’s thigh, and he stops what he’s doing to look down at your fingers toying with his pants. Then his gaze rises to you, and he cocks his head slightly, obviously a little stunned by how forward you’re being tonight.

It’s such a small motion, but it speaks volumes, and when paired with a small flutter of your lashes, Wonwoo reads you like he reads the books in his impressive office library. 

Part of you wants to toy with him, wants to tease your touch up to his crotch just to see if you can get him hard at dinner with his friends, but you know that would lead to something akin to consequence. 

As easy as it is for Wonwoo to read you, he’s not such an open book and his reactions vary drastically. You don’t want to push your luck today, not after you’ve been such a good girl for him for three seminars straight.

You remove your hand before playing with fire gets you burned, and the two of you continue to finish your appetizers. Each bite is one step closer to leaving with Wonwoo, but you try to take your time, try not to be too glutenous to make way for lust. 

Wonwoo finished eating and he lifts his drink with his left hand, his right palm finding your thigh again. His touch is soothing, gentle, but it still stirs a fire within you.

You shift your knee, letting it rest against his, and you sip your cocktail trying to pay attention to what Mingyu’s saying about the stock market. 

Wonwoo is generally quite the stocks man. He pays attention to Mingyu, but you can tell his focus is still partially on you, and you reach down to play with his fingers, enjoying how pretty his hands are. 

You need him so badly. 

That’s when you realize Wonwoo has almost finished his drink, and you quickly grab at yours too, wanting to reach the bottom of your own cup. 

You’ve not been drinking since the seminar started, and the booze in your cocktail definitely heightens your senses. An electric tingle consumes your form, and it’s getting harder to ignore the panties sticking to your core. 

The conversation reaches a lull,  and Wonwoo lets out a sigh, squeezing your legs. “Well, it’s been fun,” he says, “but Honey and I should get going.”

“One more drink,” Seungcheol practically begs, already lifting a hand to call over a waiter.

“Not tonight,” Wonwoo says, soft but firm. 

He stands up first, grabbing your hand to help you out of your own seat. “Good luck with your flight tomorrow, Hansol,” he nods to the man on your right. 

“Good luck with wedding planning,” Hansol retorts, rising from his chair to pull you and Wonwoo into a hug. 

Hansol’s not usually a touchy guy, and the hug means something. It’s a true acceptance that you’re permanently a part of Wonwoo’s life, and it means the world to you. 

“Now I want a hug,” Mingyu also stands, holding out his arms for you and Wonwoo.

With a laugh, your fiance’s hand finds the small of your back and he guides you into Mingyu’s warm embrace, trapping you between their large bodies. 

Now you’re really turned on. 

Seungcheol doesn’t stand, he simply watches, lips all pouty. “Let me know about that penthouse,” he muses. “I’ve got some foreign buyers already wanting a walk through and I won’t hold it forever.”

“I’ll get back to you,” Wonwoo promises, giving one last nod to Seungcheol before he begins to guide you out of the restaurant.

As you make it to the front desk, Wonwoo stops and addresses the staff member there. “I’m going to take care of my table’s bill tonight.”

“I’ll put it on your tab, Mr. Jeon.” She nods, typing something into the ipad infront of her.

“That was kind of you,” you muse as Wonwoo escorts you into the elevator that will lead to the underground where his expensive Mercedes is parked.

“We’re leaving early, it’s the least I could do.”

“You know… I hope we didn’t leave on my account,” you say, thinking about the conversation you’d had in the car earlier.

Wonwoo leans down close to you, grinning. “I can safely say we left due to my own personal needs, although they’re not sleep-related.” 

“You really like this dress, don’t you, Daddy?” you smile, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck while his hands settle on your hips.

“I like what’s under it,” he retorts, which is a cheeky response by Wonwoo’s standards.

“Been missing my body, haven’t you?”

“More than you realize.”

Wonwoo had kept his composure on the drive home. He’d even kept his hands mostly to himself on the way up to your apartment, but your stoic lover is on you the moment the door to your home is closed behind you both.

He presses you up against the wall, grabbing your waist and tugging you close while simultaneously blocking you up against the hard surface at your back. His lips are hot against your own, his tongue invading your mouth and making you giggle as you grab the front of his shirt, already popping buttons open.

You release a moan when he reaches down and cups your core, pushing up your dress to access your lacey panties. “Where do you want it, honey?” he asks, biting at your lip.

“I don’t want to think tonight,” you admit, tired from days of brain power.

You love that Wonwoo likes to check in with you. He’s not the type to simply throw you over a kitchen counter and rail you when you might prefer the bed or even the shower- but at the same time, as soon as you give him full control, Wonwoo’s very good at taking charge.

“I’ll take care of you,” Wonwoo promises, pushing your panties to the side so he can slide two fingers against your heated core. You can feel how wet you are, and the contact against your clit has you whining, grabbing his face to bring his mouth to yours again while he pushes two digits knuckle deep into your aching core.

You’re sensitive from a few days without being touched, and it feels like heaven to have Wonwoo worshipping you like this again. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he draws his mouth down to your jaw then your throat, peppering your skin in kisses that have you shivering with pleasure.

“Daddy-” you whimper, your hips thrusting toward his hand as he works you open, palming your clit with delicious pressure. 

“I know, Honey, I know,” he soothes, and between gasped breaths and moans, you can hear your pussy squelching already. 

It’s getting harder and harder to stand on your shaky legs, your heels not meant for standing sex or heavy petting like this. But it’s also clear to you that Wonwoo has no intention of stopping his motions until you’ve cum on his fingers, so you do your best to grab his shoulders, steadying yourself while that wonderful feeling builds in the pit of your stomach. 

“I’ve missed this pussy,” Wonwoo tells you, voice low. It’s not often that he uses vulgarity, even in the bedroom, and his words betray how much he truly needs you. Your skin tingles with excitement, pussy throbbing, heart thundering in your chest-

It’s crazy how one sentence can nearly shortcircuit your brain when paired with Wonwoo using his hands like this- stroking the parts of you that he knows better than anyone else in the world.

Your fiance has taken his sweet time getting to know your body, and it shows in moments like these. 

“I’m so close-” you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders. You should care about his expensive suit jacket, but you don’t- all that matters is the orgasm you’re desperately chasing, hips moving to ride Wonwoo’s hand while his unrelenting fingers get you closer and closer to the edge-

“Come on, honey,” Wonwoo grins, mouth returning to the spot on your neck that always makes you go feral, “cum for me.” 

One more rough thrust with his fingers has you moaning, tumbling past the edge as your orgasm overtakes you. 

If you’d nearly been falling over before this, you almost crumple to the floor with all the pleasure coursing through you now. Wonwoo’s free arm loops around your waist, and he presses you closer to the wall, keeping you propped up while his hand continues between your shaking thighs.

He releases a low groan, and you can feel his cock pressing through his pants by your hip. You feel delirious already, body pulsing, skin tingling. Wonwoo’s broad shoulders are your lifeline, and you grip them desperately, taking everything he has to give you like the good girl you are.

“Wonwoo-” you whimper, seeking out his lips, cupping his face to draw him closer. His tongue glides against your own, and you’re enough of a distraction that his fingers begin to slow inside of you.

Finally, he pulls his hand away from between your thighs, dragging his lips from yours so he can sink his digits into his mouth. You watch him lick them clean, listening to the groan of satisfaction that escapes him while you do your best to catch your breath.

“You’re always so good for me,” Wonwoo tells you, lifting his gaze to yours again. 

You swallow thickly, mind swimming, searching for a response. “You deserve it,” you assure him finally.

“And I know what you deserve tonight,” he retorts. 

In one quick motion, he lifts you up bridal style. One of your stilettos crashes to the floor from the sudden way your body has just been swung like a rag doll, but neither of you care as Wonwoo carries you through the apartment toward the bedroom.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you. Wonwoo always makes you feel like a princess, and he looks like a classic prince while doing it. His side profile is so regal- all sharp bones and pretty lips. God- how did you ever get this lucky?

When you get to your destination, Wonwoo is gentle when he sets you onto the mattress. He straightens and looks down at your form, letting out a deep breath.

“Can you take that pretty dress off for me, honey?” he asks, already shrugging off his suit jacket and setting it over a chair nearby. 

“Of course, daddy,” you grin, reaching down to grab at the hem of the silky outfit, dragging it up your thigh.

His eyes are glued to you even as he works on his cuff links, and you take your sweet time as he makes it to the buttons of his shirt. The dress has a corset style back, and you tug on the ribbon before slowly working it open.

Wonwoo doesn’t say anything, but you can see his breathing pick up as the fabric gets less tight on your chest, revealing more and more of your bralessness. 

When he makes it to his pants, you remove the dress, leaving you in nothing but your thong, which is soaked through. 

Your fiance swallows thickly. “Panties too, honey. I don’t think I have the patience to wait any longer tonight.”

His lack of patience is clear in the way his cock slaps up against his abdomen, released by the pants now pooled by his feet.

Wonwoo looks like a fucking God, especially while naked. He’s lean but muscled, and you’ve spent hours tracing each ridge and bone. His cock is an impressive length of around seven inches, it’s pale like the rest of him, but when he’s really turned on, it flushes in colour.

Right now, his cock is a pinkish red, and you can see the angry tip already leaking desperately. 

You stand up, sneaking a kiss to his lips while hooking your fingers in your panties. Pushing them down, you get onto your knees.

“Honey, you don’t have to-”

“Maybe I’m impatient too, have you ever thought of that, daddy?” you ask, grabbing the base of his length and leaning forward to kitten lick the tip.

Wonwoo releases a low groan, reaching down to thread his fingers through your hair.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmur, enjoying the way he reacts when you kiss his cock gently. “Missed the weight of you in my mouth.”

“Fuck-”

It’s not often that Wonwoo curses, and the word goes straight to your core.

“Can I touch myself while I suck you off, daddy?” 

“I’d be upset if you didn’t,” he admits. “I want you dripping when I finally pull you off my cock and fuck you the way you like it.”

You whimper, your whole body alight with energy as you take him into your mouth. You’re already practically drooling from his fingers earlier and the dirty talk now, which makes it easy to coat him in spit. 

You’ve never been able to take all of Wonwoo in your mouth, but you do your best, gripping the base and bobbing your head while you begin to toy with your clit.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Wonwoo groans, taking a deep breath as his hand guides you on his cock. “Always so good for me.”

The praise only makes you suck on him harder. You sink so far down onto him that his tip hits the back of your throat. You feel yourself constrict around him and Wonwoo lets out a loud moan, fingers flexing in your hair. 

“Careful, honey, I don’t want you to choke,” he tells you, but his voice has lost it’s usual commanding tone. He’ll let you do anything you want to him, even if it means gagging on cock- but he’ll do his best to be gentle with you verbally at least.

You get lost in the feeling of pleasuring him, closing your eyes and letting your mouth show him how much you’ve missed him… however, not in so many words. 

Actions speak volumes, especially in this case.

You continue working on your pussy too, eventually slipping two fingers into your wet core, which makes you moan around Wonwoo’s cock.

“Honey-” he groans.

You can tell that he’s on the verge of breaking, so you pull off his length, looking up at him while catching your breath. “Ready to fuck me now, daddy?”

“I’ve been ready all night,” he grins, reaching down to grab your hand and help you to your feet. 

He kisses you then, cupping your face and leaning forward, taking your breath away all over again. His palm flatens against the small of your back and he dips you backward- then you’re falling, a small squeal escaping you-

The fall is only an inch or two, and you hit the mattress, Wonwoo bearing down on your form almost immediately. You grab at his shoulders as his lips find yours, your legs wrapping around his lean hips to tug him closer.

His cock is still wet with your spit, and it rubs deliciously through your soaked folds, bumping your clit and making you moan into the kiss.

As impatient as Wonwoo seemed to be, he’s not quick to adjust himself against you- or at least, not quick enough for your liking, so you reach between your bodies and grab his cock, lining him up with your wet hole. 

Wonwoo grins against your lips, and in one motion, he sinks into your core.

You moan loudly, digging your nails into his strong shoulders and throwing your head back as he fills you perfectly, stretching out your walls.

Your fiance takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, finding your sweet spot.

He feels like heaven- you’re really not sure how long you’ll be able to last tonight, but that’s never mattered with Wonwoo. You have forever with this man, which means you can be as fast or slow as you’d like to be.

He begins to thrust in and out of your core, and it makes you cry out again, walls contracting around his cock. You can feel him so deeply, especially as he adjusts your legs, pushing your thighs closer to your chest.

“Wonwoo-” you whimper, not a care in the world for using a ‘correct’ title. Your fiance might enjoy the daddy kink, but he’s never been the type to punish you for slipping up and calling him something different.

It’s clear to both of you how far gone you are, and Wonwoo only grins against your throat, picking up his pace.

“How about you rub your clit for me, honey?” he asks. 

You’re not one to question him, and your hand slips between your bodies to seak out the sensitive nub. More sounds of pleasure escape you as you begin to rub yourself, and your moans only push Wonwoo to fuck you harder.

Each thrust has his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you, and it’s making you delirious. 

Wonwoo finds your free hand, threading your fingers and using you as leverage as he presses you against the mattress. His breath is hot on your throat, but soon he’s seaking out your lips again, and you eagerly kiss him as if your life depends on it.

There’s an orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, spurred on by your fingers on your clit and the cock filling you up with each rough thrust.

Wonwoo doesn’t need to check in on you, and you don’t need to tell him you’re close, you’re certain he can tell. He tightens his grip on your hand, a silent invitation to let go whenever you want.

Each drag of his cock against your inner walls draws you closer and closer to the edge, and when he breaks the kiss to lick your throat, it allows you to focus entirely on the pleasure between your legs.

“Fuck, daddy-” you whimper, back arching as you shift below him.

“I know, honey,” he groans. “Me too.”

“Yeah?” Your body jitters with near orgasmic bliss. “Can you cum with me?”

“Of course, just tell me when.”

“Please-” you moan, writhing against the sheets as he fucks you even harder. “Please, daddy- I want you to fill me up-”

Wonwoo groans, teeth dragging by the sensitive skin of your throat. 

“Please, please- fuck, I’m almost there-” you rub your clit harder, body tensing on the precipice of your orgasm-

“Shit,” Wonwoo tightens his grip on your hand to the point where it almost hurts- and even though he doesn’t say it, it’s clear to you that he’s reached his own high.

The thought that Wonwoo is so turned on he’s just cum before you - something that never happens - is enough to drag you over the edge, your core clamping down on his cock, eager to milk him for everything he’s worth while you cry out in ecstasy. 

He’s gasping against your throat, thrusts even deeper now- slow, steady little ruts as he coats your insides with him cum, filling you up perfectly. 

You get lost in the feeling of him, squeezing his hand back as a silent encouragement while your pussy continues to squeeze his cock, eager to get every last drop.

When he finally comes to a stop, he simply lays on top of you for a moment, the both of you breathing heavily.

“Wonwoo?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I’ve just remembered-” you pull your hand away from your clit, instead moving to stroke his hair, “What did Seungcheol mean about the penthouse you were looking at?”

Wonwoo lets out a small chuckle. “Do you really want me to spoil the surprise?”

“Yes, please.”

Your fiance pulls away from your throat, looking down at you. “I’ve been thinking we might need a bigger place… one that could accommodate a few extra rooms.”

“Extra rooms?” you cock a brow.

“For any kids we might have, you know, after we’re married.” 

Your entire body tingles with excitement. 

While the two of you have talked about children in a general manner before, nothing has ever been set in stone. But you suppose now that you’re engaged, it’s natural this sort of thing would be on Wonwoo’s mind.

“How do you feel about that?” Wonwoo asks.

“I feel like…” you swallow thickly, “I want you to fill me up again, and also that I should book a doctor's appointment to discuss going off birth control.”

“I can definitely help you with that first one,” Wonwoo grins, pressing chaste kisses all across your face while you giggle and hold him tighter.

“We’re really doing this,” you whisper.

Wonwoo’s thumb brushes by the ring on your wedding finger. “Honey, I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.”

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🔮 preview. You pull away just as his lips are about to meet yours. “You know how appreciative I am whenever daddy gets me a present,” you say, acting innocent. This only makes him laugh, and he grabs the back of your head, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You know buying things for you does the same thing to Wonwoo that it does to you. He loves seeing the excitement in your eyes, the way you light up at gifts. He truly lives to provide for you. 

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“Can I take this off yet?” you ask, wobbling in your heels as you grab at the silk blindfold blocking your vision.

“Be patient, honey,” Wonwoo breathes in your ear, his hands firm on your hips as he guides you to whatever surprise destination he has in store for you tonight. 

Christmas is a week away, and the last time he blindfolded you like this was for your birthday. He’d taken you to a Mercedes dealership to let you choose any car you wanted. You have no clue what he has in store for you now, and you’re practically shaking with excitement. 

You know he’s driven you somewhere, and you’ve been in an elevator, so it must not be another car- your list of gift possibilities is somewhat thin. You have a hunch, but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself just in case you’re wrong about where your fiance is leading you. 

Wonwoo’s lips find your throat, and his hands stop you in your tracks. His breath is hot by your ear a moment later, and he lets out something like a contented sigh. “Okay. Let me help you take this off.” 

His deft fingers work at the loose knot behind your head; soon the blindfold slips away.

Your eyes adjust to the light, and you blink while taking in the space in front of you. You’re in a large open-concept kitchen, a living room sprawled in front of you with views of the whole city. The decor is lavish luxury, and you recognize the design concept as a Choi Seungcheol special when you notice a specific lighting fixture that Cheol puts in all his expensive builds. 

“Wonwoo-” you breathe, mind spinning.

The man behind you flattens his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your frame while he rests his head on your shoulder. “Do you like it?”

“Is this…”

“It’s ours,” your fiance confirms. “I wanted to show it to you on Christmas day, but I couldn’t help myself.”

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[jingsyuans]

tw: dubcon/noncon, implied manipulation, loss of virginity, jing yuan being a bad guy, nsfw

——— • • • ———

His entire body over you. Muscled thighs spreading your legs open, keeping you pressed down. Chest breathing slow and measured against yours. You can feel his sweat sticking to your skin. Hot, suffocating. In and out, he’s everywhere. Wet, but still dry, too. Pain, so much so, and yet his comforting hands are contradictory, along with the low voice humming in your ear. It messes you up, confuses your thoughts. He’s all over you. Everywhere.

It’s the first time he’s invaded you like this. It’s the first time anyone has trespassed, and now here you are, held down like a fish to be gutted for dinner, just waiting for it to be over.

But he’s so kind. His voice so soft, his touch gentle, despite his trespassing. He belongs there. Your body had always been his home to sneak into when no one else was watching. No one else was ever watching, not anymore- he turned all their eyes away, so it was just you and him. A dark room. The way it should be.

“You’re doing so well, dear,” Jing Yuan whispers. The thickness of his voice sending shivers up your clammy skin. It’s misleading, the thickness of his voice gathered up in the back of his throat like mucus. Something to be hacked out later, cleaned up, thrown away. His large hand smoothes over your small forehead- the size of his palm big enough to smother your face if he so pleased. He could choke you so easily with those fingers. But he never does. “I’m going to move a little. Be brave.”

He gives you a second to prepare yourself before he’s moving his hips back, a slow and dry drag as he guts you from the inside. He’s all over you. You flop and flail, a fish without water, on a cutting board, but you do not scream. Your breath stolen out of your lungs as you bite your lip and hold him tight, careful not to sink your fingernails in. You wouldn’t want to make him bleed. He’s your home.

Then he moves back in, a breath leaving him like he’s breathing the fresh air that you are lacking and reveling it. Something smooth and satisfied. “Wonderful,” he praises, his other hand petting across your belly and playing patterns by your hip.

Jing Yuan had always been your home.

[ambrosialdesire]

what are your thoughts on yandere levi 😩

my thoughts are: HELL YES

assuming that this is captain levi you're talking about, he's an already pretty terrifying force to be messing with in the first place, whether you are part of the corps or the enemy. to add on the yandere trope onto his character, you're in deep trouble LOL

ngl for me, it really varies on what kind of yandere he is depending on who he's interested in. for now, i'm only going to be explaining the instances and scenarios of reader either being a survey corps low-ranked soldier, marleyan captain enemy, and civilian.

i didn't mean for this to be so long but levi's been one of my favorites since middle school (literally was insane for him back then before reiner's s4 glowup lolol)

this is written as a gender-neutral reader sorta, no pronouns are used but it's slightly implied that this is a fem reader.

tw: manipulation, abuse of power, inappropriate touching, possessive behavior, implied non-con, implied mind-breaking

if you're part of the survey corps but serving as a low ranked soldier compared to levi, he constantly abuses his power over you. it doesn't show at all that he likes you, it's him mostly making you do things for him like you were his personal secretary. he takes you out of training to clean his office instead (he'd make you do it over and over again if it's not up to his standards), takes you away from your lunch group so you can boil his tea for him, sometimes just pulling you out of anything you're doing just to hang around him. at first, you were excited to take any job from him, after all, levi's one of the top soldiers in the corps. it was completely out of respect for the man until you begun to realize that he's just using you to only do "desk-jobs". you start getting sick of doing meaningless jobs for him but you're terrified of even saying anything about it to humanity's strongest soldier. levi's never going to be the really touchy type in any of my renditions of him being a yandere, but you've occasionally felt his faint touches around certain parts of your body as if a ghost had brushed past you; other times, he sternly grips your forearm or shoulder whenever he's in a not-so-pleasant mood. since him and erwin are buddy-buddy, he turns an eye with his behavior towards you, telling you that he would report the mistreatment to the higher-ups but really just throw away the files. he doesn't want his best soldier to falter anytime soon and you being a little special treat to satiate his appetite is nothing short of a itty bitty loss in the ranks. he's manipulative, wavering the threat of forcibly having you dishonorably discharged when you don't do as you're told. you wouldn't want your family to know that you're a shameful excuse of a soldier, would you? so be a good little pet, get down on your knees and beg for his forgiveness by any means necessary.

if you're a marleyan enemy soldier, especially a captain like him, FUCK there's so much tension between the two of you. his paradisian devil soldiers made a complete mess that night, killing many of the underlings and your coworkers, incapacitating the warriors as if they were nothing short of pests. you saw the absolute speed of that man who tore through one of the hinges of galliard's jaw and completely cut down jaeger's beast titan form, swearing nothing but completely hatred for that demon. levi thought you were interesting the moment he spotted you witnessing his attacks, eyes wide with admiration but stewing with disgust at the same time. there was a certain kind of fear that he's never seen before and the two of you shared a long stare before you took a shot, barely missing your intended target: him. a frustrated scream ripped out of you as you had to powerlessly watch them leave through one of the many blimps in the air. you didn't realize that he soon shot his ODM spears towards you, zipping in your direction and kicking you down to the ground. it was like he teleported in front of you as he stood over your body but you were soon knocked out with the butt of your own rifle. you woke up tied to a chair, hair being pulled back and gaze focused on the blinding light above you. he started asking questions, hitting you around like a training dummy but you refused to budge no matter how much pain you were in, spitting and laughing at his face. one of his comrades told him that it was useless trying to make you spill out anything, that they already knew everything that they needed to know from the marleyan defectors and zeke. part of his motivation for this (at that point in the anime) is because he's so sick of losing everyone important in his life so having someone to control, knowing what the outcome is because their future is strung by his own hands, it made the pain easier to deal with. on your side, for some godforsaken reason, he refused to let you go or kill you. oh no, no, no. he wants you to break. he wants that terrified, but idolized look in your eyes again. levi wants you to completely forget the person you are and who you served, only becoming his sweet and obedient marleyan prisoner.

if you're just an average citizen, it's a slow build-up of when levi began to take an interest with you. it was on accident but he starts to occasionally spot you whenever the scouts come back from outside expeditions, eyes wandering over the injured with a sullen expression. he couldn't decipher whether you felt simply ashamed of their loss again or that you felt bad that they had to keep doing this to themselves. that's usually only the few times where he sees you, usually trying to keep to himself and ignore the other bystanders. you were always there however, as if his eyes were automatically always darting to the same spot when he looked over into the crowd. when hange forced him to get out of the stuffy corps building and out into the city, he found himself staring at you while you serve drinks out to customers. it's filthy the way you brush your hand against theirs, winking at them to rub it even more. it was reminiscent, as if he was back watching an underground whore working for better tips. it felt strange seeing you outside of something he was used to, especially if it's something as deprecating as this back-alley bar. levi couldn't stop himself from standing up and trudging over to you when some pig put his hands on you, more so from what you're obviously comfortable with. it felt like he was back in the underground, the way he dug his fists into that sorry son of a bitch's face, fighting the group of men that he was with as well. hange eventually joined in as well, cheering in joy as they threw a beer glass into some guy who was sneaking up behind him. as the fight started to get more insane, he snatched you away from the scene when the moment was right (he may have left hange behind but they're more than capable of handling themselves in a fight). you thanked him profusely and offhandedly mentioned that you were definitely not working back there again after what happened. it could've been the traces of alcohol in his system or the adrenaline, but he kissed you right there. you pushed him away of course, completely shocked that the humanity's strongest had literally just kissed you unwarrantedly. he wanted to take his time to get to know you, he really did. yet levi realizes that he's no different from the disgusting man that he had just beat his face in, his grip around your arm tightening as he forces you against the grating wall in the dark alleyway.

[monstrouslyobsessed]

vile affection

concept: in which your guardian angel wishes nothing but misfortune for you—just to keep you. —momster

—a/n: well no one asked for a concept and I wanna post smth so here it is!! enjoyyyyy~

side note, i tried to be vague on what religion this story is referencing to so you yourself can implement your preferred beliefs, but unfortunately, catholicism still carried some weights in this one. sorry!! i tried my best dlfkfsdl

—tw / tags: gn reader, implied loved one(s) death(s), implied killing, heavy religious themes, grief, horror, body horror, teratophilia, exophilia, general yandere themes, sfw.

—featured character(s): the guardian angel / the angel, the (unfortunate) priest

A piercing wail erupted from the depths of your throat as you crumbled to the floor, shrieking into your phone, “No, no, nonono! No!”

Not another one…!

Sobs wracked your body so hard the sounds emerged as tiny high-pitched squeaks. Tears blurred your vision to near blindness, distorting the colors into blobs of grey. Your breaths came so harshly they scorched your lungs.

Curling into a ball, you lost control and hyperventilated. With wild abandon, you pounded your fist on the cold tiled floor and released inhuman cries of agony. Something throbbed where your knuckles had split open, staining the hard ceramic surface with your blood, yet you felt nothing. Numbness drenched the overwhelming misery and panic, and your world creased its spinning.

They were gone—every single one of them.

Distantly, a voice, laced with sympathy, pleaded with you not to hang up the phone. Without hesitation, your battered hand moved on its own accord to end the call. You sat there, head between your knees, as you let the device to slip away to clatter and crack against the floor.

Now, there was nothing left, nothing but the hollowing emptiness that gaped deep within your pounding chest, where the love of your life had once filled and kept it warm. Memories of their smiles faded as tears stung your swollen eyes. Wheezing sobs continued to fill the room, oblivious to a strange distortion perching on your bowed back to comfort you.

The funeral was a somber affair, a closed-casket viewing attended by strangers. You remained quiet throughout the priest’s recitation of the psalms, disregarding the whispered condolences offered your way. It took every ounce of your strength not to jump into that casket and howl your grief.

“Poor thing…” one attendant murmured to another, “this makes it the fifth loss in this year alone, doesn’t it?”

The other attendant responded sympathetically, stealing a brief glance in your direction. Anger flared within you, only to fade just as quickly when you felt something brush against your bare neck; feather-soft, cold and intangible. You tensed.

This was not the first time you had experienced these strange sensations—these invisible touches. At times, it would gently trace down your skin, soothing like a caress on the back of your hand, or enveloping you like an embrace around your waist. But, it always felt as though it was petting you with a sharp, scalpel-like claw, sharp and unyielding. These sensations left behind only cold goosebumps and an increasing sense that something was extremely wrong.

Once, you thought it might be the ghost of your loved one—but even you knew such possibilities were ludicrous. It could be your mind breaking apart under the weight of so many consecutive tragedies; less than a year felt like a lifetime of pain. And, by certain, their touches had never felt so…disgusting and inhuman.

There were moments where the hairs on the back of your neck bristled and you heard the faint disembodied crooning, words too indistinct for you to understand. Yet, it vaguely resembled a demonic chorus, singing some eerie song. The lingering echoes, you thought, was just an auditory hallucinations brought on by intense grief.

The phenomena worsened each loss you suffered though. These unseen presences grew more persistent and suffocating, clinging to you like a shroud of darkness. Your instincts would scream at you to flee—but how could you escape from something you don’t even know was there?

Rubbing unconsciously where the invisible entity touched you, you remained in your seat, fixated on the casket. As you waited for the priest to conclude his prayer for the departed soul’s safe passage to the afterlife, you lifelessly watched mourners rising from their seats to form a line to pay their respects.

Your mind was numbed by both exhaustion and sorrow to even count them all.

After the attendants withdrew for the impending burial, the priest motioned for you to join him. A gentle—yet strangely tight smile formed on his lips, as he spoke, “Would you mind returning here after the burial? I’d like a word with you.”

You furrowed your brows at the priest's unusual request but nodded, your agreement barely audible. Whatever he had to say couldn’t possibly be more harrowing than the lonely hell you were enduring. Quietly, you promised to return.

After the burial, once the guests departed for the wake, you found yourself alone in the cemetery. An ache gnawed at your heart as you forced yourself to walk back to the ever-looming church. As soon as you stepped inside the holy building, something strange caught the corner of your eyes.

Startled, you pivoted to see what it was.

But, there was nothing there, just the endless rows of gravestones scattered across the green grass. Your muscles taut with unease, you shook your head and drew a deep, heavy breath. Your sanity was fraying to a snapping point, you thought to yourself.

The weighty doors thudded shut behind you, the sound reverberating thunderously throughout the silent sanctuary, nearly jumping you out of your skin. Following the abrupt noise, you heard a voice beckoning you to follow, as the priest shuffled his feet down the aisle.

You couldn’t help but to notice the nervousness in his steps.

Closing the distance between you, he ushered you past the archway and toward the altar of the church’s fallen deity. Lightheaded and worried at the haste and anxiety he displayed, you allowed him to lead you to a room in the rear of the sanctuary. Rashly, he locked the door behind you and stood there stiffly, pressing his ear against the wooden surface.

“Father…?” You glanced at him, fear swelling up at his odd behavior.

His shoulders tensed upon your hesitant voice and he turned to face you, his eyes filled with unmasked horror. Swiftly, the priest made a sign of the cross and whispered a prayer. With a shuddering sigh, he returned his attention to you.

Before you could open your mouth to demand an explanation, he cut in with urgency.

“Tell me, my child, what do you know of the guardian angel?”

Perplexed, you blinked until his urgent words seeped into your mind. Swallowing thickly, you replied in a hoarse voice, stifling the swelling grief in your breast, “They are meant to protect and to guide you in the times of strife and tribulations.”

He fell silent for a moment, then parted his trembling lips, “Then tell me, my child, why has yours only destroyed? Why did it regard you with such a perverse gaze?”

“I…what?” You gaped, a cracked laughter escaping your lips in an unhinged melody.

Had this man lost his mind?

What could he possibly mean? How could this man assume that the loss of your family was the work of divine beings? How ridiculous—

But upon the stern and fearful look in his eyes, disbelief constricted in the pit of your stomach. An overwhelming urge to flee coursed through your nerves, propelling your legs toward the bolted door. You were disrupted by a sudden yank on the collar of your shirt.

An inexplicable dread settled beneath your skin, as the priest forcefully dragged you backward with unexpected strength. Before you could voice your frustration and demand an explanation, the door buckled.

The wood splintered and the shrieks of a demon reverberated.

A scream pierced the air, laden with terror—but you couldn’t discern whose voice it belonged to. Was it your own? Or was it the priest’s? You remained uncertain, as you transfixed by the sight of something great and dreadful emerging from the sundered door.

An angel.

Except, to you, it was not.

Trenched in crimson, the mangled remains of rotten bodies hung from its many jagged wings. Countless eyes turned toward you, each radiating with worship and desire. A seam split on its featureless face, forming a broken maw that drooled with hunger. Its tongue, as dark as oil, swept away the spattered blood on its pure white skin.

Numerous arms reached out for you, each finger tipped with claws, glistening with something pungent. Its resonant voice echoed your name, tainted with the same twisted desire mirrored in their manic eyes. It repeated those three words, like a disturbing hymn.

I love you.

Blood roared in your ears and fear seeped through your body, paralyzing you. You couldn’t move, your vision obscured by a sudden cascade of tears. Disgust churned within you, sickening you to your very core.

You couldn’t even discern the abrupt swing of one of its arms, releasing the lifeless body from its monstrous sword, as the abomination closed in. A flurry of limbs encircled your shivering form, some caressing while others coiled around your spine.

Its’ many eyes blinked at you and its rotting wings fluttered, its grinning face lovingly nuzzled yours. Against your ear, it moaned its proclamation.

I love you.

The slithering tongue smeared across your lips in a parody of kisses. Your skin crawled at the way it touched you, its embrace suffocating, yet sickeningly gentle. Its affection for you was vile. Unwanted.

Your hands beat its armor weakly, attempting to fend it off, and its crooning changed into something sharp and incensed. Snarling, frustrated that it was unable to indulge itself into its unholy pleasure with you, it grabbed your hands and held them tightly.

Sobbing, you knew you would never be able to escape. Desperate to appease it, your voice rasped out from your dry throat,

“I…love…you…too.”

Its painful clenches softened upon your trembling words.

Love swelled within those golden irises.

—end

[iicheeze]

THAT TIME I GOT REINCARNATED AS A MUSHROOM MAIDEN

SUMMARY || Congratulations, you're dead! You got hit by Taxi - kun and died from blood loss. Now, you're awoken at a dark cave that was only lit by a single, huge mushroom in the center. As many cute little.. mushrooms? surround you. Hold on, was your head always this heavy?

PAIRINGS || Genshin Impact Cast x Female Implied Reader

TW || mention of death, blood, isekai story shit that im sure yall know 💀, cussing.

TAGLIST || @raidenmylove @kokomisimpppp @glxssynarvi @iruiji @4leyvn3 @klementime @ayoharuko @lemonp1netree @fauxizs (BOLD MEANS I CAN'T TAG YOU, TAGLIST OPEN!!!)

TTIGRAAMM Masterlist (thats how lazy i am to re-type the title 💀)

PROLOGUE — Truck - kun? No, no. Taxi - kun.

Gasps and screams were heard as the blood splattered all over the once-crowded streets, the taxi that hit the person leaving tire marks near the now-dead body.

Who died, you ask?

You, obviously.

You were just trying to get home after a tiresome day of work. Your boss made you do overtime, the other staff lending their works to you with the reason of them already having plans.

Your boyfriend isn't doing any better comforting your shitty situation. He's probably banging another chick at YOUR apartment right now.

You never had any friends as many of them either forgot you existed, doesn't like you, uses you for their benefits, or just plays with your entire being.

A pet? You only consider it as a waste of money.

Family? Please. Your parents were emotionally unavailable when you were a child until now. Your siblings treat you like a stranger.

Your neighbors only consider as you as the intimidating workaholic of the apartment complex.

Even children avoid you, what the fuck.

You have absolutely zero rizz not even the mosquitoes would wanna have babies from your blood.

The only person you have is yourself.

Who cares, though. Your dead now.

What a shitty ass life you've been through.

So shitty and pathetic even the Gods of another world looked down upon you.

You seriously, seriously, deserve another chance.

So obviously, you'll be reborn in their world.

As what?

A mushroom maiden, obviously. That's what it says in the title. 😒

AUTHOR'S NOTE || I KNOW THIS SHIT SHORT ASF BUT THIS IS JUST A PROLOGUE OKAY 😭 i hope u enjoyed tho 🧍‍♀️

[twstwonderlandstuff]

This has been all in my mind all day..

May I request us protecting the Dorm Leaders from danger? Like, Malleus with his enemies or something- Like ??? 👀

Strong MC Supremacy 💪

strong mc supremacy! unfortunately, I cannot write for l the dorm leaders, as I have stated in my rules.

so, it will be riddle, azul, kalim and malleus.

requests are open!

pleáse remember to read my rules next time, thank you.

gn reader

tw: use of pet names (rose, ocho, sunshine, treasure), ace slander (for having a flat ass), attempt at kidnapping, implied violence

mentions: reader has a background in martial arts, and is built (strong) [I cannot believe I made that typo]

🍉 riddle rosehearts 🍉

it was a practical joke from one of riddle's underclassmen (not ace/deuce). riddle might have lessened the strictness of a lot of the heartslabyul rules, but it doesn't mean that there aren't some people out there that still hold grudges against him.

during one of the birthday parties, right as riddle's attention was on the hedgehogs, the student made a move. with a swift hand, he easily wove a string of whispered words under his breath that sent riddle flying from his chair.

riddle gasped as he felt the force throw him out and up into the air, and as he saw the grass beneath get close, he could only close his eyes, with no time to react when...

"riddle! are you okay, rose?" instead of the ground, he was met by your soft embrace and a worried look in your eyes. "does it hurt?"

and for a moment everything faded away into the background, and all riddle saw was rose petals wafting off you in pleasant waves, along with romantic music in the background. it was just you.. and him.

that is, until ace started cooing about how cute he was and he suave you were being. "ooh, prefect's lifting the dorm head up, bridal style~ how cute~~~"

then riddle snaps.

(p.s.: he buries himself in his blanket that night, worrying about the perplexingly wonderful vision he had of you for that minute)..

🍉 azul ashengrotto 🍉

azul grits his teeth as he winces at vargas, who had just finished telling him off about his flying. well, excuse him, azul thinks that this is excellent progress, especially to someone who's only started learning to walk a year ago! (jamil will happily disagree.)

of course, this stubborn dorm leader wouldn't even think of asking for help, unless there's a deal involved, so when you arrive to the scene, tasked with the goal of helping azul, it becomes quite difficult.

"oh come on, ocho." you grumble as you watch azul fly a few feet off the ground for the umpteenth time. "let me help."

"and how can I make sure I'm not investing in something that procures a loss?" he asks back. "now shush, I'm trying to concentrate." so stubborn, seriously. you hold the urge to (affectionally) roll your eyes.

"fine, oh my seven. ...oh, I am so dearly desperate for an exchange of woes." you begin with a tone as flat as ace's ass. "please, mr azul, give me a contract."

"that's better." azul gives you a business smile. "what would you like? name your price."

"how about..." you eyes him mischievously. "a show?"

"a... show?" by now, azul's concentration is off his broom and on you, staring curiously at your preposition.

"mhm. in exchange of me helping you- oof!" but alas, he falls off, but it's a good thing you're there to catch him, pulling him close against your body as you, too, fall onto the grass.

"you okay, ocho? man, 's a good thing that wasn't too tall." you brush the stray hair off his forehead. "but, I gotta say..."

"doesn't this make a pretty good show?"

picture azul sitting on top of you, against your stomach as his body heaves with effort, hair sticking against his skin and your impish grin staring at him from below.

you can almost hear the comical sound of his glasses breaking as he realizes his position, quickly scrambling to get his bearings together.

aww, poor thing~ but he does make a good show, doesn't he?

🍉 kalim al-asim 🍉

kalim's told you, with full honestly, about his past experiences with kidnappings. although he doesn't seem bothered by it, deep down, you're pretty damn sure trauma like that doesn't go away.

so when you visit his home town, land of the hot sands, you're on your guard, even if kalim tells you to relax.

"I'm not that easy to fool anymore, you know? just calm down, prefect, I'll be fine!" even if he says it casually, it all but eggs you to protect him.

...which is how it lead to you sleeping on his bed. for protection sake's, even if jamil raised an eyebrow at your reason. shh, what jamil doesn't know won't hurt him, but... it's also partially because kalim's cute. … jamil probably knows, though.

kalim's fast asleep, lightly snoring beside you as you run your hands softly through his white hair. how cute.

unfortunately, the moment's ruined when a number of menacing people appear in the room, clearly looking for a hostage.

fortunately, there's you, and you swiftly woop all their asses silently, where the only sounds are the defeated groans of kalim's possible captures. with the security guards alerted and the goons taken away, you lie back besides kalim, who's still peacefully snoozing away.

"good night, sunshine." with a last affectionate ruffle to his hair, you fall fast asleep.

when kalim hears of your heroic feat, he rushes to thank you, offering his wealth as compensation for your kindness.

"kalim, hey- hey." you mumble, looking at kalim's confused face. "look, I don't want this. seriously. I'm just glad I was there at the right time, or it things could've gone worse. I don't want that happening to you, okay? you're precious, got that?"

"but you helped me, so I should at least-!"

"then give me some of your fun." you shoulder kalim with a friendly smile. "now that that's behind us, won't you show me your country and how things are here, hmm? we haven't a lot of time, right~"

the shine in kalim's eyes appears back, and he quickly loops his arm around yours. "right! you know, I better get started right away! let's go get you dressed up first! there really is a lot for you to explore, and I'll make sure you don't miss anything!"

🍉 malleus draconia 🍉

lord malleus is one of the strongest wizards in twisted wonderland- nay, the strongest. what could a mere human do in his presence? is what sebek angrily barks when you tell him you could protect malleus.

even malleus is amused at your suggestion, and even plays along. "i'll be overjoyed to receive your help, child of man."

days past since that conversation and now, you hold an invitation straight from malleus himself who invites you to his humble abode during vacation. you happily accept- beats running errands for crowley, right?

yeah, too bad it came at an expense of enemies waiting to seize the crown to briar valley. malleus can damn well take care of himself, but with so many things coming at him, there's bound to be a blind spot.

"MALLEUS!" he whips his head around, just in time to see you kick one of his enemies into fatal injury. "be careful! watch for your back!"

well, color him impressed- you can protect him, can't you? even sebek is impressed- not like he'll ever tell you, but eh.

like kalim, he doesn't know what to offer you other than his riches, but again, you refuse it.

"I want to be paid back with time, malleus."

"well..." malleus frowns. "time warping as quite the difficult spell-"

"oh my- I mean with you, treasure." you snort. "I want to spend time with you, I didn't mean warping time."

malleus is stunned to say the least. time, with... him? you want... his company? he asks several times if you're sure and yes, you are positively sure about your choice. he'll laugh, both in amusement and joy.

"very well. my time is now yours, child of man."

[cambion-companion]

Mouse Trap

Wherein I wrote a little something to give our devil his claws back.

Raphael x Tav /reader (sort of implied frustrated feelings) wherein they get caught in his house, and arent able to escape. TW mentions of torture

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"I tried to deal fairly with you, little mouse." Raphael sneered, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he circled slowly around where you hung by your wrists, chained to the wall and bleeding onto his immaculate floor. "Yet you, like all the others of your kind, insist on biting the hand that feeds you."

"Fuck you, Raphael." The words would have been biting, had the blood in your throat not caused you to choke and cough. Still, you felt the scrape of fear clawing at your heart as it battled with your defiance and, oddly, a sour sense of loss.

"Perhaps that could have been arranged, pet, had you not so boldly broken your word." Raphael tutted and came to a stop right in front of your face, his nose inches from yours. You saw only fury written across his features, tinged with bitter frustration. "You seem to have forgotten with whom you were dealing with, mistaking lenience for weakness. Now is the time for the end of our nursery rhyme, my dear. Your screams with soothe my bitter disappointment."

[hauskate]

Zack x f reader who went out of town for a weekend and when she gets back its needy rough sex time? 👉👈

HELL YES. Anon you are making my night. ♡

Weekend Getaway [ Zack x Fem!Reader ]

Pairings: Isaac (Zack) Foster, Implied Female Reader

Description: "Business" has kept you away for too long and your second boss doesn't approve. *Cough Cough* Porn with a plot *Cough Cough*

TW: Language, Smut, Rough Sex, Dom Zack, Sub Reader, Fingering (Fem), Scissoring, Pet Names, Daddy Kink, Choking, Degredation, Breath Play, Praise, Wall Sex, Doggy, Pinch of Overstimulation, Clit Fucking (?), Why Tf Do I Always Write At Midnight-

"Honey, I'm home~" Your sweet words echoed down the hallway.

They reached your partner's ears, his silhouette showing up in the bedroom's doorframe. "Y/n?" He muttered. His voice was course, almost as if he'd been sleeping.

"Where's my hug?" Arms outstretched, you tilt your head in confusion with a pout. "Didn't you miss me?"

There wasn't a moment of hesitation before warm hands wrapped around your tiny frame. Head rested into the crook of your neck, Zack let out a sigh. "Of course I missed you, dumbass..."

"Then what's wrong?"

At first when he pulled away you were nervous, but the next moment had the heat building in your lower region. Strong hands gently made their way down your thighs, his hot breath sending shivers up and down your spine. "It's been days. 𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴 since I've felt you. Seen you. Touched you..."

Your moans only spurred him on. "Zack.."

"I need this. You need this. Just- fuck- just let me... Let me touch you. Let me feel you.."

And of course you told him yes. Well, the best you could muster with his body pressing you firmly to the front door. His kisses moved up to your lips as both hands ripped off your shorts. Yes, you'd just gotten them. Did you care? Not in the slightest. His hand dipped into your panties, one finger sweeping past your folds and pushing into you without a second thought.

"How the hell do you get wet so fast... Such a good fucking doll for me."

Without slowing down, his other hand slipped under your shirt. He didn't rip it, but broke the kiss for only a second before going in for your neck again. Your bra was unclipped and allowed your breasts to make themselves known to him.

"Damn gorgeous is what you are. So fucking gorgeous for me. Only me. Isn't that right, doll?"

He added another finger, hitting your g-spot harder and harder every time. Mouth taking on an entire tit, his teeth gently rubbing on your nipple.

The pleasure was getting unbearable. It was coming, you knew it. "Y-yes, Daddy. Daddy keep going please! I'm so so close~"

He knew it, too. The nickname had him growing harder, his erection hurting at this rate. Both fingers scissored you over and over, your back arching slightly.

That is, until they stop completely. A wimper left your lips at the loss of contact. He didn't leave you long, though, before removing his boxers and your panties in the matter of a moment. His dick swollen and hard, you knew it to be thick. Had he prepped you enough? Usually it took an orgasm or two to prep you.

One hand on either side of your hips, his dick gingerly met your clit. "Such a slut for me, aren't you?"

You couldn't muster a reply, words tumbling against each other.

He pulled it back, taking you off the door and throwing your fragile body onto the couch like a ragdoll. You couldn't process anything before he was behind you, flipping you over so your ass was wide open for him.

"Now, doll, didn't I ask you a question?" He asked, voice deep and one hand on the back of your neck.

"Y-Yes... Yes, Daddy. I'm such a slut, Daddy."

"Who's slut?"

"Yours, Daddy."

You couldn't see him, but his smirk was growing by the moment. His heterocromatic eyes rested on your figure, drinking in the sight.

"Please, Zack." You cried out underneath him. "Please just fuck me. I don't care anymore, just fuck me..!"

"Good girl."

One swift movement was all it took. He didn't stop, didn't let you get used to it. His finger rested on your clit, small tight circles opening you up for him. The other hand rested on the back of your neck, barely leaving enough room for air.

"Such a good fucking doll. All for me~"

© hauskate, anon i hope i did you justice ! lmk if anyone wants a pt2 :)

[bakubunny]

bakugo katsuki: drabbles

mdni: minors & no age in bio will get you blocked.

all of my works are listed by character or pairing. all pairings are character x reader unless otherwise noted.

i write ageplay. if that bothers you, be sure to check the tags listed by each link.

daddy as title -> no ageplay or implied ageplay

katsuki taking care of sick!reader

soft moments with daddy!kats ft. @dcsiremc (age play, smut, fluff)

katsuki x nerd!reader

daddy!kats knows what you need (piss kink, daddy kink)

daddy!kats x bunny!reader (pet play, piss kink, fingering)

slow mornings with katsuki (fluff)

katsuki learns a thing or two on slowing down

werewolf!kats x bunny!reader ft. @neon-gothicc

elf!katsuki is head reindeer hybrid caretaker

christmas morning with daddy!kats

bunny owner!katsuki can’t resist his poor baby :(

dilf!kats with a liiittle bit of a mommy kink

pronebone with katsuki

bad days and insecurities (hurt/comfort)

daddy!katsuki reads a bedtime story (request) (age play, fluff)

dilf!katsuki & his massive arms (rough sex)

intimacy after sex (request)

comfort sex

daddy!bkg x bimbo!reader

katsuki objects at your wedding

star of the show (exhibition)

thigh grinding on katsuki

cockwarming katsuki

post shower sex (kissing feet)

"you're so fucking needy" (grinding)

katsuki makes you beg (fingering)

katsuki x disabled partner comfort fluff (neuro disorders, l-bomb)

katsuki comfort fluff (tw: hair loss)

[duskyskye]

So, after creating Gale, my brain decided that I needed to create a Fell version of him. After a couple months of toiling away, I’m happy to introduce the world to Wren! Below are a few headcanons, as well as a synopsis of his backstory. I hope y’all enjoy him! Thank you again to @scrambledmeggys​ for the post artwork!

TWs for HCs include implied child abuse TWs for backstory include no-mercy run mentions, death, child abuse, intense injury, experimental horror, loss of limb due to experimentation

HCs

* He was raised in a lab environment, and was instructed from a young age to learn to speak briefly. He was told it was for the purposes of “quickly telling staff when there’s an emergency” but he knows it was mostly just because the scientists didn’t want to waste their time with the children around them. He can write extended sentences, but when it comes to speaking, he tends to use no more than 3 words at a time. He’s slowly breaking the habit through therapy, but it’s been ingrained into him for a long time and thus still manifests in how he speaks.

* Due to his work in the labs, he gained an immense knowledge of chemistry and anatomy, and now works in pharmaceutical research. He’s not a fan of the greedy practices that are commonplace in the industry, and thus works to create and patent his own medicines to sell at lower cost. 

* He, like Gale, very much enjoys swimming. However, he most prefers roller skating and biking. He enjoys sports that give him a thrill and a sense of motion; it reminds him of his freedom from the Underground and how he can go anywhere he desires.

* He enjoys floral arrangement. Being on the surface exposed him to many varieties of plants, and he became enamored with them; there were so many new species, and in so many different colors and shapes! He found himself collecting them and got into arranging after a bit of research. It’s what most of his expendable budget goes into.

* He’d always wanted a pet when he was little, but a dog seemed like too much energy and cats felt a bit too independent. He decided to look into smaller pets, and that’s how ended up with his 3 guinea pigs; crocus, catmint, and chive. They have a nice, large enclosure and every time Wren gets home, he’s greeted with a chorus of whoops and squeaks.

* He’s also very fond of soft things; pillows, soft fabrics, plushies, flower petals, among other things. He often carries small plushies around in his pocket to just rub and stim when he’s getting worked up about something. 

* He mostly got his jaw piercings to look tough in his Underground, but after a while he did enjoy how they looked and decided to keep them. He’d probably get more if he had a place to put them, but being a skeleton, he has pretty limited options. 

* He’s an avid reader, preferring adventure stories that carry their protagonists to new and exciting places. Once monsters are able to travel, he’d like to visit other countries, and have an adventure of his own. Though ideally with lower stakes and a significantly lower chance of being murdered by deadly pit vipers.

* He has a fascination with other languages. It was something he never really thought about before, but he finds not only their existence, but their wide variety of meanings and structures fascinating. He can spend hours learning about the linguistics of another language, and the culture and influences behind it. He plans to start learning a second language soon, but he’s having a bit of trouble picking just one to learn.

* He doesn’t have the best diet; his sweet tooth is a killer. Beware if you have chocolate-covered fruits anywhere in your house; left unsupervised, they’ll quickly disappear.

* He likes to wear t-shirts with silly puns on their fronts, especially if they’re science-y in nature. He also genuinely gets a laugh from corny memes and jokes. The lightheartedness of it is what he finds most appealing, and sometimes he’ll just giggle out of nowhere as he thinks of a new one.

* He likes to show his affection through his words, but speaking them aloud isn’t really enough for him. He likes to write small notes and leave them somewhere for his loved ones to find, or he’ll give presents with the note attached to them directly. He’s a bit shy about them though, so often it’s the former.

* He isn’t used to interacting with others, so when starting out with him he’ll tend to approach with caution, his limited speech often being firmly in place. Lots of one-word answers and not much emotion in his tone. After a while though, the walls will start to come down. Tapping into his interests or lending a sympathetic ear are the quickest ways to get you on his good side and help him warm up faster.

* Once you are in his good graces, he is incredibly loyal and devoted. Need to talk? He’s there. Need help moving your stuff? He’s on it. Need help doing your taxes? …He’ll give it his best shot.

* He isn’t used to people caring about what he has to say or people listening, as most don’t wait around for him to finish his thoughts with his pausing. He feels like he’s a burden for it. Which is why taking the time to listen to him, to let him fully express himself, will mean the world to him.

Backstory So my Swapfell Paps, Wren, has been in the care of his Sans since he was a babybones, and while Sans kept him out of trouble to an extent in their early years, eventually both end up being recruited by Toriel. My SF Toriel runs a recruitment program to find the strongest monsters for her guard, and the brightest for her royal labs. Sans is recruited into the army due to a demonstration of high magical prowess in spite of low HP, and Wren into the science program to eventually become a royal scientist due to his technical know-how. This is where he meets his Undyne. The brothers are separated as a result, but are allowed to maintain contact via letters.

While Toriel is impressed by Sans' ability, she is frustrated by his low HP, and eventually he ends up being sent to the lab. The working theory is that if they can divert the pathing of his magic, they may be able to alter HP/ATK/DEF stats to higher than what they may be naturally by taking from his other stats. Wren finds out about this, and as a result volunteers in Sans' place. This is unknown magic, and he feels he owes it to his brother for keeping him safe all these years. Plus he has higher HP, so if it ends up depleting his supply, he's much less likely to be killed. The experiment ends up semi-successful; his HP is exchanged for higher attack, but with the lower magic supply to his body, his magic must cover a smaller volume of dust. He ends up losing the lower half of his right arm in the process. He learns how to manifest an ecto arm for powerful final attacks, but it requires a lot of energy and as such is used as last-resort only.

Eventually both Sans and Wren complete their training. Both are also emotionally stunted from their training, and thus when they're assigned to Snowdin, it takes them quite a bit of time to adapt. Wren, who begins implementing new tech/traps into Snowdin, makes friends gradually with the guard dogs he meets at work and, being dogs, they easily warm up to him and drag him out of that shell. He becomes more casual, begins to hang out at the nearby bar, and eventually befriends some of the locals. Sans, in contrast, is immensely guilty over his brother losing his arm, and thus becomes more detached from him and others. He throws himself into his duties, determined to make up for his perceived shortcomings that have been imposed on him by Toriel and other guards.

Eventually when the human comes, they begin a genocide route. Wren and Sans are alerted to this, and both attempt to detain them. Sans is defeated in the process, angering Wren and causing him to use his final attack on the human. He manages to knock them unconscious, and immediately escorts them to the queen. The queen and the human make a “deal” (though it’s more through force than anything) and the human is used to help Toriel cross the barrier. Eventually she returns, breaking the barrier and freeing monsterkind.

Monsters find themselves not quite knowing what to do. It’s eventually decided that the monsters with the lowest amount of LV will go first to try and establish peace with the humans. Wren and Undyne are among them, being scientists with a sheltered upbringing free of most of the violence the Underground brought. It takes years for monsters to integrate, operating out of the underground as they adjust to living in a society that is no longer “kill-or-be-killed”. Wren, with his brother gone and life spent in labs and away from other children, hermits himself a bit., not quite knowing how to socialize with anyone, let alone humans. He moves in with Undyne into a shared apartment, and upon meeting humans comes off very cold, his speech pattern not exactly helping. He learns to socialize and be cordial, but the walls are gonna take a lot of work to knock down.

[saltiness-is-my-love-language]

Can you do a Triumphant!Wilson × Female!Reader to make a evil romantic relationship to join his dark side to make her his evil queen in the constant?

Don't Starve Together (Triumphant! Wilson x Female! Reader)

(TW: slight manipulation)

It's not clear why or how you ended up in the constant. One minute you were minding your business when you were sucked into a spiral-like portal. For the past few days, you've had to survive independently. Killing monsters and gathering materials. All while you had the feeling of being watched.

One day you met Wolfgang while you both tried to help each other kill a deerclops together. Once the stupid thing was dead Wolfgang invited you back to his base where you meet other survivors. It was nice, but sometimes you could hear them whisper with worry about someone named 'Wilson'.

"Who's Wilson?" you asked Wickerbottom. "Another survivor and friend of ours, but he went missing and we haven't found him since," she says setting her book down. "I'm sorry for your loss," you say giving the older lady a hug. "Thank you dear," she returns giving you a hug as well. Suddenly you were ripped away from the hug by an unknown force that not even you or Wickerbottom knew what it was.

As time passes you notice strange things happening. Thermal rocks would appear in your tent on colder nights, monsters never seemed to attack you, and it felt like you were being physically guided somewhere.

Then one day... "Wilson!" Webber yelled running over to a medium-sized male in a dark suit with spiky shoulder pads and slicked-back hair shaped like a spiky W. "Hello Webber," he said petting the spider boy on his head. Everyone gathered around their friend asking questions. Only you and Maxwell stayed back.

Since you didn't know the man, and you did not want to spoil the little reunion the group was having. As for Maxwell, he seemed to be slightly scared of Wilson's return.

"And who's that?" Wilson asks pointing a gloved finger at you. "That's a new member (Reader). She's been a great help," Wickerbottom says. "Agreed, new member very helpful!" Wolfgang adds.

"Hello there dear," he says to you, holding out a hand. "Hi," you awkwardly say taking his hand. "What is someone as beautiful as you doing in a place like this?" he asks holding eye contact. "I'm not entirely sure myself sir," you say. "No need for formalities, my name is Wilson," he laughs as other members return to doing what they were doing.

"Oh, you're the missing person! I'm glad you are okay," you exclaim almost like you forgot the interaction everyone was having a few seconds ago. "Well thank you for the concern my dear (Reader), I do hope we can become very good acquittances," Wilson says before bowing down and heading to his old tent.

"Be careful," Maxwell says watching Wilson leave. "Excuse me?" you ask. "I said be careful around him, being gone and alone for so long on your own here can mess up your brain," he explains. "I was on my own here for a while are you implying I have a messed up head," you exclaim raising a brow.

"What no! Ugh you women and your emotions," he grumbles before walking away. "Go choke on a rock!" you shout out after him not noticing the eyes watching you leave sliming at what just played out.

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A couple of weeks passed, and the bond between you and Wilson grew. First, it started with you always being in the same group to go out and collect resources. Then you both started hanging out in your free time chatting by the fire, or talking while he worked on inventions.

Others at the camp started to see how Wilson would save food for you or make you avoid getting dangerous jobs. Many also saw the glare he gave to anyone who got too close to you or how he would purposely find ways for you to rely on him. Slowly they started to talk to you less, because of the fear of what would happen to them.

One day while out in a flower field making flower crowns in the hope it could help fix some of the friendships you didn't hear the sounds of footsteps.

"Hello dear," the familiar voice rang out. "Wilson, hi!" you exclaim patting a spot for him to join you. "What are you doing out here all on your own?" he asks taking a seat next to you and sitting closer taking in your scent. "Trying to make flower crowns for everyone else back at camp," you explain not seeing how Wilson's brows furrow at that.

"Oh, I made you one too," you say, grabbing a crown made of roses. Placing it on his head you get back to work trying to hide the blush. "Roses?" he asks pulling off a petal and playing with it in his hand.

"I thought it matched your sharper angles and clothing, plus they're pretty," you explain. "Hmm, you're very insightful," he says, leaning closer. "Thanks, but it seems it's not really helping right now," you say placing down your current crown. "Why's that?" he asks playing with some of your hair.

"Because no one is talking to me. Feels like they don't want me around anymore," you explain, tears coming to your eyes. The people who you helped and survived with all of a sudden turned their shoulders to you. "There's no need to cry, you never really needed them in the first place," he says.

"Why's that?" you now ask, this time turning to look at him seeing a slight blush on his face. That was something you've noticed, no matter how confident he acted he was still a shy awkward nerd.

"Because I can help you. I mean who do you think kept you safe all of those times before you met me?" he questions. "You?" "Exactly," he says with a smirk. That was all him helping you? Scaring off monsters and even your friends. It makes sense since he showed up everyone became distant and Maxwell did warn you.

"Crazy idea," he randomly says breaking your train of thought. "How about we leave this place," he adds leaning back crushing a small flower under his hand. "And go where?" you ask placing down the flowers. "To my new palace. If you don't like it we can build another palace for you, either way, you wouldn't have to worry about being ignored or left for dead," he explains leaning forward closer to you.

"But what if they need our help?" "Oh (Reader)," he laughs placing a hand on your head. "I've always liked how you care so much about others, but isn't it about time someone cared for you?" he inquires touching foreheads with you. "I guess," you quietly say.

"Then come with me. Become my queen and we can live in peace without fear of starvation or death," he says. Looking back at the base you can see others laughing amongst themselves. A happier atmosphere took over the camp without you there. Looking back at Wilson you give a slight nod. "What if I say no?" you inquire. "Do I have to remind you who kept you safe this whole time? You do owe me for that, my dear," Wilson says smiling. "Plus look at them! They seem so happy without you there. Without your help and everything you did for them. It's only fair to punish them for such bad behavior," he adds.

"Okay, I'll go with you," you say after thinking. It's hard being a nice person for so long. "Wonderful! Oh my dear (Reader) you will not regret this," he exclaims picking you up and spinning you before crashing his lips onto yours. "I promise I'll keep you safe," He whispers placing you down with his forehead pressed to yours. "Alright I trust you," you say gently kissing his nose causing him to blush again. "Let us get going now shall we my Queen," he says bowing.

"Of course my King," you laugh doing a fake curtsy. Smiling Wilson hooks his arms with yours leading you away from the base as the fog moves out of the way revealing the base to be empty.

(This one ended up being a bit of a yandere, but whatever)

(Art by me)