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actuallysaiyan · 7 months

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Masterlist IV

Started on: 02/03/2024 Updated on: 16/09/2024 Number of Works: 74

Dorm Room Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Help!My Heart's On Fire(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

You Could Have Anyone You Want, Why Would You Want To Be With Me?(Post-Shibuya!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Isn't This Your Naked Body In My Bed?(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader Somno)

You Never Fail To Satisfy(Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Femdom!Reader)

Send Me An Angel(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Higuruma Hiromi)

Office Head Thirst(Higuruma Hiromi x Fem!Reader)

Don't It Make You Feel So Fine(Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto)

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader First Time Creampie Request

The Way You Push, Push Let's Me Know You're Good(Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Age Gap Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Sleepless Night(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader somno)

Nanami Kento x Shy!Fem!Reader

You And Me(Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Childhood Crush!Reader)

Nanami Kento x Fem!Curse!Reader Part 1

Kento's Size Drabble

The First Time(Aka How Nanami Kento Lost His Virginity)Masterlist

Werewolf!Nanami Kento Part 1

Waiting For The Miracle(Villain!Nanami Kento x Fem!Curse User!Reader)

Heart of the Fae(Fae!Nanami x Fem!Reader)Masterlist

Kento x Fem!Reader relaxing under tree Drabble

Nanami Kento x Fem!Curse!Reader Part II aka Bad Habit

Just What I Needed(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader bathtime)

La La Love You(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Haibara Yu)

"Missed You So Much" Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader Drabble

Werewolf!Nanami Kento Part 2

Office sex Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader Drabble

Pictures Of You Masterlist(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Satoru Gojo Junji Ito Crossover)

Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader Cunnilingus Drabble

Higuruma Hiromi x Fem!Reader Office Sex Drabble

Love Hotel(Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader Period sex

Ratio Technique Sex(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

The Beast Inside Of Me(Incubus!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Get Him To Swap Our Places(Scarred!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Have You And Grab You 'Til You're Sore(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Gojo Satoru)

Cinnamon Girl(Older!Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Fem!Barista/Baker!Reader for Foodies and Goodies)

Premature Ejaculation with Teen!Nanami Kento

Love Like Blood(Nanami Kento x Fem!Sorcerer/Carrie White!Reader)

HaiNana x Fem!Reader HCs

You Say It's Your Birthday(HaiNana x Fem!Reader)

Take Me To Dinner First(Nanami Kento x Gojo Satoru)

Then You'll Make Him Happy(Scarred!Nanami x Fem!Reader)

Meet Me In Our Special Spot(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

She's Got Big Red Eyes and Big Red Lips(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

No Other Heart(Executioner!Kenpachi Zaraki x Fem!Princess!Reader)

We Can Do Whatever You Want To Do(Ishida Uryu x Fem!Reader)

Showing Your Loyalty(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

Kenpachi x Fem!Reader Breeding kink

Make Me Feel Love(Kenpachi x Fem!Reader)

Howling At The Moon(Werewolf!Kenpachi x Fem!Reader)

Let Me Into Your Heart(Rufus Shinra x Fem!Reader)

Popstar!Reader x Gohan, x Trunks, x Goten

Family HCs with Indra Otsutsuki, Madara Uchiha and Izuna Uchiha

Thank You(Scarred!Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader)

Popsicle Mishaps(All Might x Fem!Reader)

Deeper(All Might x Fem!Reader)

A Good Night's Sleep(Aizawa Shota x Fem!Reader)

My Baby(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Get Your Fix(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Run Rabbit Run(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Call Me Mom!(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

The Big News(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Oral sex All Might Drabble

Small Might cockwarming fic(Small Might x Fem!Reader)

Baby I'm Yours(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

And Keep The Beast At Bay(Incubus!All Smite/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

I Desire Your Attention(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

You're Mine Part I(Endeavor/Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader)

Everything(All Might x Fem!Reader)

You're Mine Part II(Endeavor/Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader)

Crawling King Snake(All Smite/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Ira Gamagori x Reader Thirst Part I

Ira Gamagori x Reader Thirst Part II

#bacon.writes #masterlist #jjk x reader #bleach x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #nanami x reader #gojo x reader #renji x reader #kenpachi x reader #geto x reader #choso x reader

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tom-foolery-incorporated · 2 years

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if you're comfortable with it can i request levi sexting reader pls? i just feel like he would be much more confident sexting you from behind a screen than he ever would be when taking action irl

You've got a point, my dude

NSFW MDNI, sexting, AFAB! Reader, gender neutral, racially ambiguous, dirty talk, two dicks for Levi, told through Levi's perspective, 2nd person POV for reader

It was kind of awkward for Leviathan. The way his pants tightened whenever he thought about you. He questioned whether or not you had cast some sort of curse on him but after seeing your less than novice skills casting beginner spells that was quickly ruled out. While you two have been dating for some time, you have never been intimate with each other. Levi was too shy to try to pursue a sexual relationship with you no matter how much he dreamed about having your lips wrapped around one of his cocks while you jack off the other under his desk as he plays video games on his computer.

This desperate want for your body coupled with Levi's shyness ended up with him seeking out demon x human porn. Specifically, Levi would search for human pornstars that look like you and imagine it was him instead of some stupid incubus or succubus fucking you. That's actually where he ended up right now. He fisted his cocks together at the sight of your pornstar doppelgänger getting railed from behind by a large demon. Levi pretended it was you moaning out his name instead of this pornstar moaning for more from their costar. It was honestly becoming torture for poor Levi, not have your warm cunt hole wrapped around cock while the other slips into your ass. Levi got so caught up in the porn he was watching that the sound of his phone vibrating made him jump.

It was you sending him another meme. Levi could feel the warmth and love spreading through his chest. Even though you had just sent him a silly picture of a mouse in a toy car, Levi still felt so loved that you texted that picture to him only instead of the group chat.

That's when the lightbulb appeared over his head. What if he told you how much he wanted you over text. At least then you wouldn't have to see how hard you make him nor his tomato red face and you wouldn't have to hear how he stutters and stumbles over his words. Through text message, Levi could stay partially hidden.

L: MC i need u

U: why? what's wrong? i'll head over rn

L: NO!

L: i mean...

L: i need u so badly U: oh? U: oh.

Crap, did he just gross you out? I mean, who would want to sleep with a gross otaku like him anyway? All he does is just sit in his room and play video games. You'd do better having your pussy filled by some one like Beel or-

U: i want you too. Levi i want ur cock so bad

Levi almost tipped back in his chair and had to swing his arms to grab at his desk. He sputtered like an old timey car with a flush that could make a strawberry look pale. Levi couldn't believe that you wanted him just as badly. When he regained his balance in his chair, he softly wrapped his hand around his top cock and stroked around the head.

U: i wish i was there with you bouncing on your dick

Levi stopped for a second when he realized your wording. Dick? Cock? As in singular? Nervousness began to rise in the back of his throat. You were obviously down to fuck non-human entities but would you be down for non-human genitalia? Levi looked down at his own cocks. The cock on the top was about an inch longer than the one on the bottom. Both were a tad bit darker than the rest of his skin and faded into a lighter blue near the tip. The heads of his cocks were long and pointed with small bumps along the bottom side of his shafts. His cocks curled a little like a tentacle but weren't nearly has flexible as one. Leviathan thought about how his assets compared to a normal human's and the insecurity began to flair up.

L: uhhh,,,

L: MC?

U: what's wrong? did i cross a line?

Fuck you were so cute when you were worried about him. Levi shook his head trying to flush away the lovey-dovey thoughts he had about you in order to break the possibly bad news.

L: i uh dont have a human set up >.>

U: huh?

U: what do you mean?

Leviathan pressed his hand to his mouth trying to figure out how to tell you. Should he just send a picture? The thought of you having a picture of his cocks made him leak a little but his insecurity had a choke hold on him. He decided against sending you a picture and decided you just tell you straight up what he had going on.

L: i have two dicks

Silence. Five minutes had passed an nothing from you. The worst case scenario immediately came to mind: you were going to break up with him because of his weird penises. Levi was about pull his sweats up over his cocks and sob into his bathtub when his phone vibrated.

U: fuck

U: can i see them?

Levi gripped his phone with sweaty palms. You wanted to see them? You wanted to see him? Naked? You wanted to see the penises of a gross otaku like himself? But you were so beautiful and kind and smart and you could do so much better than him! A shiver ran through his spine at the perverted thought of such a degenerate like himself corrupting someone so beautiful as you. He grabbed his top cock and positioned it so the bottom one could be seen as well as he held his phone over his lap and took the picture. It was right when he pressed send that realization hit him. What if you wanted pictures of his penises to make fun of them? To make fun of him? For some reason that idea turned him on even more. Levi's teeth clacked to together at the thought of you calling him gross and perverted for sending you such images.

Levi: <image sent>

U: fuck

U: theyre huge!

U: crap i want them in me so bad rn

L: 0.0 u do?

U: do you think they could both fit in my pussy?

The directness of your text sent Levi into a frenzy. Fuck, he didn't know if they could both fit but he for sure was going to try! The thought of your poor little cunt being so spread and abused on his cocks made him grab his cocks and start rubbing them together, imagining his fist was your juicy walls welcoming him into your body.

L: we could try

L: i want u to ride me rn. i want to see ur pussy swallowing my cocks everytime you bounce up and down

U: fuck yes Levi!

U: i want to see ur face when you cum inside of me. u always look so cute when ur all flustered

Levi whimpered at your last text. He couldn't understand how you thought such a gross otaku like him was cute but how sweet you were being made his dicks throb in need.

U: imagine if i was cockwarming you while u were gaming o///o

L: fuck please MC

U: every time you get a kill i'd ride you a little. u can't cum until you win though~

L: i promise i will MC! i want to fill you with my cum >.<

U: i love you so much levi. are you in ur room rn?

Levi felt all of the air in his chest get trapped in his lungs. Fuck, you wanted to come see him? Is that why you were asking if he was home?

U: <image sent>

Levi's eyes went wide. He could have sworn they rolled right out of his skull when he saw the picture you just sent. You were reclined on your bed with only a shirt on. On closer inspection it was that shirt from your favorite anime Levi had gotten you for your birthday. Your phone was positioned so that the star of the photo were your index and middle fingers holding your pussy lips open showing Levi the beautiful spread of your sopping cunt. Your clit was at attention and was begging for his lips to be wrapped around it. Levi furiously rubbed his cocks together at the sight. You were so wet and all from him? You weren't dripping with need because of one of his stupid brothers? A feeling somewhere between possessiveness and neediness erupted in Levi. He knew he needed to be buried in your tight hole.

L: yes! please! im home!

U: <read 1 minute ago>

Then there was a knock at his door.

#leviathan #leviathan smut #my writing #leviathan x reader #leviathan x y/n #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader smut #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me x reader smut #i hope this is alright #i'm not really sure how to write people texting lol

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reallyhatethiswebsite · 4 months

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lazy power bottom raphael & anal fingering/handjobs

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Her entrance into his office was unceremonious. The devil sat squinting at old scrolls, looking up at her through his pretty lashes when she stood in front of his desk.

“I don't recall requesting to see you,” he said, his tone neutral. Tav was about to take a monumental risk, but she was still riding the high of her recent piece of freedom. Her magic was slowly returning - helped along by the fragments of his power Raphael was sharing - and it felt a little like the soft afterglow of an orgasm. A good orgasm. Constant. Tav hadn't felt alive like this in a very long time. She kept flexing her fingers and toes; he noticed, but didn't comment.

“I want to talk to you,” she said simply.

He was quiet for a minute. Digesting her behavior, and how he was going to manage it. Otherwise his expression was impossible to read. “Then talk.”

It was here, Tav knew, that she had to tread carefully. If she got this right, Raphael would be in her hands - as much as a devil like him ever could be - and she would be the closest to real freedom she'd been…likely since before her cursed magic ever even began to manifest. A depressing thought, but one she didn't linger on.

“I'd like you to stop having sex with Haarlep,” she said. Instantly she could tell it hadn't been what he was expecting her to say. The surprise on his handsome face would've been comical if she wasn't balancing the certainty of her future on the outcome of this conversation. He wasn't surprised for long. He put down the scroll he was reading, planted his elbows on the desk and folded his hands together, where he rested his chin. He looked at her very much like a boarding school headmaster, both entertained and irritated by an unruly child's audacious behavior. Like it amused him to watch someone so beneath him attempt to display authority, but when the novelty wore off he'd get angry.

“Why should I do that?” He drawled. He was humouring her, Tav knew, because he was curious. Just as she'd hoped. “What makes you think you can tell me to do anything?”

“I can't,” Tav shrugged, “I know I can't. But if you want to keep having sex with me, Haarlep has to be out of the picture - or out of your bed, at least.”

“You're giving me an ultimatum? How cute,” Raphael cooed. That he hadn't incinerated her on the spot was an indication of his piqued interest. “I knew you held distaste for my incubus, but I had no idea it ran so deep.”

“This has nothing to do with me not liking Haarlep,” Tav countered. That was mostly the truth. She absently touched the ugly scarring on her naked throat. She'd wear that collar forever, it seemed, one way or another. Raphael's clever gaze followed her. “I don't share my sexual partners, that's all. Not by choice, anyway, and choice is something you said you'd let me have, at least when it comes to this. Unless you're going back on your word…”

“I am not,” the devil growled; his tone suggested he might like to. “Though you'd do well to make sure you don't mistake my clemency for complacency, songbird. Unless you'd like to find out what happens to people who do.”

“Wouldn't dream of it.”

“I'm sure.” Raphael narrowed his eyes at her, looking her up and down from her bare feet to the crown of her head. Tav did her best not to shift, to remain confident against his scrutiny. His next words were blunt. “Why should I choose you over an incubus I've kept for centuries? A creature perfectly attuned to my body, my desires? One who cannot and will not say no to anything I want to do to them?”

At last it was the moment for Tav to make her case. To admit a truth aloud to herself and to the devil who stole her away from a personal hell far worse than Avernus, or any other layer of Hell.

“Because I want you, Raphael. I want you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about that night in your chambers, the way you looked underneath me as everything else burned…it's driving me crazy. I know it was good for you, too. I can't give you the same precision and experience as Haarlep, but…maybe I can give you something better.”

Raphael's eyes darkened as she spoke, his pupils expanding to swallow the orange of his irises. His countenance changed, even if his placid expression hadn't. It was a subtle shift, but one Tav had become attuned to as she learned him, his mannerisms and habits.

“I must admit, the smell of fire has held quite a…scintillating sentiment for me these past few days,” he said. “Ah, what a delightful impulse buy you've turned out to be…”

Tav felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her head. There was the caveat. A bitter reminder that she was still infernal property, no matter how well he treated her. She couldn't believe it. In the heat of passion, she'd almost allowed herself to forget. This wasn't about sex, or lust. It was Hell's oldest game: manipulation. If she had fun in the meantime, all the better, but she wouldn't again forget why she was doing this. Her flames were not doused, but tempered.

“So, are my terms acceptable?” Tav pressed. Crossed her arms over her chest. Leaned her weight on one hip.

“That depends, dearest.” The devil did so love negotiations. “If I were to relinquish my, shall we say, dalliances with Haarlep and share myself only with you…my little songbird, my sweet pet…” Tav's breath caught. Those words affected her more than she thought. Raphael smiled. “What would that mean?”

Hook. Line. Time for the sinker.

“Let me show you,” she murmured. “Right here, right now. If you're good for it.”

The devil was deeply entertained, that much was obvious. He clicked his fingers and Tav heard his office doors close and lock. “Hmm… What will you have me do now, pet?”

“Bend over the desk. Clothes off. Please.”

For a moment, he did nothing. His silent stare had weight. Tav wondered if this was the point of no return, if she'd found the line and crossed it. If he was testing her mettle, her conviction, to see if she would falter. If he was simply stunned that she believed she could speak to him that way, that she believed he would actually obey.

Just when Tav thought he wouldn't, when the moment had stretched beyond uncomfortable and she'd almost given into the urge to squirm, Raphael did what she asked. The thrill Tav experienced was substantial. He stood. A simple click and he cleared the surface of his desk; another and he was naked, thick muscles, prominent veins and ribbed cherry-red skin on show, lightly dusted with patches of dark hair. He was softer around the middle than Haarlep's display, and Tav much preferred it. Raphael’s handsome cock was already beginning to fill, his dark pink glans peeking out from beneath his foreskin. He could play at aloofness all he wanted, but his body would always give him away. Still, he was a devil of pride, and there was nothing but smug superiority in the way he positioned himself; forearms braced on the desk, back bent, ass up. His tail swung lazily to-and-fro. He reminded her of his incubus like this, but - and she'd never tell him this - Tav thought he pulled off the seduction much better.

“Well, my songbird,” he purred, equal parts an invitation and a challenge. “Here I am. Show me how you want me.”

As she approached, Tav wished she could hate him the way she hated all other fiends and devils alike. He made it impossible, and that was infuriating, because it complicated so many things. She wished he repulsed her as Lyuris had, but she found Raphael's hellish features quite beautiful. She'd been certain there was nothing beautiful in Hell, but as she smoothed her hands over Raphael's hot skin and he made a quiet noise of approval…

Tav chewed the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. Remember why you're doing this.

He was so much larger than her, but like this, she could reach the parts of him she wanted much easier. Her touch drifted over his broad shoulders and down the column of his spine. At its base her fingertips flirted briefly with where his tail sprouted; the skin was baby soft on its underside and Raphael seemed to like being touched there, if the gentle “ah!” he released meant anything. He seemed to like being touched everywhere. Things between he and Haarlep were transactions, Tav had realised, but the devil’s appetite wasn't just for sex. He hungered for touch, warm and given willingly. Affection of the basest kind, as so many devils secretly and selfishly did. Something a demon would never understand. That was how she'd get him.

Tav squeezed his backside in both hands. He had a nice ass. She felt down lower to find his balls, smiling at the way he instantly spread his thighs to allow her access. His sack was hot and heavy in her palm, too big to properly hold. She kneaded what she could instead, firm testes inside rolling against his scrotum's thin, smooth skin. She tugged them gently. Raphael groaned, deep and throaty. Tav's deft fingers slid between his buttocks, parting them enough to feel the twitching velvet of his hairless puckered hole. He inhaled sharply when she rested her thumb on it but made no move to stop her. In fact, he lifted his tail and presented himself further.

“Oil?” She asked. Raphael clicked his fingers once more and a little bottle appeared on his desk. Stroking his hole, savouring his anticipatory twitches, Tav used her free hand to pop the lid from the bottle and scent its contents. “Mm, palmarosa. Smells good.”

“They do know how to make fine things in Waterdeep,” said the devil, distractedly. “If you're willing to shell out substantial gold, of course…ahhh…”

“Of course.” As he spoke, Tav poured a generous helping of the oil on her fingers, and slowly pushed her slick thumb past the tight ring of his anus. The heat and squeeze of his slippery insides was amazing.

“Is that it? More,” Raphael snarled, impatiently pressing into her hand. “What are you waiting for?”

“Nothing at all.”

Her index finger, then her middle, joined her thumb. Experience told her how to twist them, where to rub, when to scissor. Experimentation would tell her where his prostate was, but until then he was enjoying himself anyway. His head dropped forward, clipped moans escaping him as he tried to fuck himself on her fingers, tried to get more friction, more more more.

“Another,” he demanded raspily, “give me another. Harder.”

“As you wish…master.” She said it purely for the shudder that ran through him, for the way he clenched around her fingers, but Tav would be lying if she said it didn't affect her, too. If she looked down, she could see his clawed toes curling. Her ring finger slipped into his ass, her pinky thumping his perineum with each harsh thrust and rub she gave him. The wet noises and her devil's grunts were obscene.

“Yes…nngh, good pet…such a good pet,” Raphael uttered, unable to stop talking even with four fingers up his ass. “So eager to please me…that's it, yes. Like that…”

With her free hand, Tav reached around to grab his cock, fully erect and leaking precum. To do it, she had to press herself flush against him, the backs of his thighs scorching the fronts of hers through the thin dress she wore. She couldn't resist dropping open-mouthed kisses on his flesh. He tasted of sweat and spice, and the strange ridges of his infernal anatomy felt like soft cartilage in her mouth. He sighed so sweetly when she sucked on them. Her fingers on his cock squeezed and stroked, her intent to reach his glans and smear his precum around for lubricant, but Raphael snatched that hand and brought it to his face. His forked tongue - that dangerous thing of pure silver - licked up the length of her palm and lathered her digits with hot spit, and when he deemed them sufficiently sloppy, he put them right back on his aching prick.

“Fuck,” Tav cursed breathlessly, resting her cheek between his wing joints for a moment. Heart in her throat, blood roaring in her ears, cunt slick.

Remember.

The devil chuckled, but it quickly dissolved into a low, rumbling moan when she made a narrow cage of her hand for him to fuck, to rut and rub his prick into like an animal; and that was exactly what he did, rolling his hips to alternate between pleasuring his cock and spearing himself on her fingers in his ass. Tav felt every flex of his spine, felt every drag of his foreskin and swollen vein and ridge on his cock, felt every clench and spasm of his rectum. Felt it when she found the spot she'd been looking for, soft and spongy beneath her fingertips. The sound Raphael let out as his big body jerked bordered on inhuman; his claws scratched at the wood of his desk, his wings flexed, his tail thrashed.

“There,” he hissed, “right there.”

Tav kissed and bit him as she ruthlessly worked his prostate. He barely noticed, his rutting becoming feverish, snarls and growls mixing with wet gasps, fast and shallow. His cock stiffening further, balls tight, Tav knew he was about to come. She awaited it with vicious satisfaction, wishing only that she could see his face as he unraveled, if his sharp features would twist as lovely as they did the night she rode him in flames.

He finished with a shudder, a guttural choked groan, his head lolled back, wings spread wide. His inner muscles fruitlessly milked her fingers, his fat cock spurting ropes of hot cum all over her knuckles, his chest, the desk. His claws had dug deep gouges in the wood. In the aftermath he quivered, panting. Tav felt as though she couldn't catch her breath, either. Her forehead rested once again between his wing joints where she stayed, still holding his softening cock. It took effort not to sigh with him as she pulled out, giving his hole - bereft, wet, winking - one final gentle rub. Her wrist ached, her cunt ached, her heart ached (but only a little).

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #fanfic #cringe #Do yourself a favour and don't read this lol #will probably delete later

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bunnyhugs77 · 8 months

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OMGGG MR TAKE YOUR BITCH ACTUALLY MADE ME SCREAM. I WAS KCIKING MY FEET AND BITING MY PILLOW! Please tell me you have more content from them?! Like what happened between reader and her bf? do her and jk end up together? I'll take ANYTHING! I loved it btw ur writing is amazing<3

Please, my inbox is filled with asks for updates on the two😭😭😭

Here are some head canons for what goes down after 🧞

Full Fic Here —> Mr. Take Your Bitch

Mr. Take Your Bitch: Head- Canons

- You broke up with Daehyun 5 minutes after your phone call with Jungkook, over the phone because he isn’t worthy of anything more.

-Jungkook is a lot sweeter than you expected.

-The Flowers weren’t a one time thing, sometimes you’d come home to a new bouquet at your door or even one left on the hood of your car.

-Stolen sweet kisses between practices and taking lunches together.

-but your relationship wasn’t perfect.

-Jungkook was a very busy person.

-He would go hours, sometimes days without responding to your texts and returning your calls.

-it causes a lot of problems for the two of you, but you had to come to terms that his lifestyle was demanding.

-but jungkook started to make time to squeeze in a quick text or two between sound checks and a sometimes a phone call in his hotel room after a late performance.

-A few weeks after your 6 month anniversary the boys returned from their world tour and he took you home to meet his parents.

-His mom couldn’t get enough of you, and you would spend a lot of your time at his parents place even when he was overseas.

-laughing over his baby pictures and learning how to cook his favourite foods for when he came back.

-he hates peoples seeing his baby pictures which is why you made sure to tease him about it even more.

NSFW:

- Contrary to the first time he’d slept with you, acting on nothing more than pure pent up lust.

-he was often a bit more on the gentle side in bed, a soft dom, if you will.

-but he couldn’t get enough of seeing you writhing beneath him, it messed with his head.

-So there would be some nights he’d be nothing less than a charged incubus.

-Though sometimes you’d take charge, when he was too tired from practice but never too tired for you.

-Letting you ride him to your own pace, letting you use him to get yourself off.

-He didn’t care what you did to him, as long as he got to be with you.

- “I missed you,” he would say while sliding in, stretching you open.

-passionate kisses and love bites

-he just couldn’t get enough of you

-fairly certain the first time he would utter those three words is the morning after a night of nasty sex

-nothing but the image of you sleeping soundly in his bed as he pushed your hair out of your face, saying ‘I love you softly’.

#jungkook smut #ask me things

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midnightsun-if · 1 year

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There’s no way I can pass up, “i’m gonna remind them you’re mine” for my girl Scarlett please 🙏

You don’t know how you keep getting dragged into these things…

Sure, in the light of day, Aurelian Academy was the picture perfect institute for higher learning and a practical hub for possible connections within the supernatural, and even sometimes human, world, but at night? When the enchanted lights dimmed, when the professors turned in for the night in their wing, and the moon rose above the shimmering lake that made its home on Aurelian’s campus?

That’s when the real fun, as you’ve been told, begins. Parties, secret meetings, illicit affairs, and more all occurred under the cover of night within Aurelian, and you just happened to have been pulled into once such event— a party that Blake hadn’t stopped gushing about since he heard of it: It’s supposed to be the biggest party of the year! How could I possibly miss it? And, since you’re my best friend, I’ll need you by side when I attend. It won’t be as fun without you.

The fact that it’s barely into the second semester didn’t seem to matter to Blake in the slightest.

Seriously, who thought it’d be a good idea for both sirens and succubi to be housed in the same dorm? That’s only a recipe for disaster— added to the fact that the incubi dorm was a relatively short distance away, and you have a whole slew of potentially bad ideas.

Though nothing bad as my idea of actually attending, you gripe, hand tightening around the flimsy plastic solo cup, sloshing an almost luminescent blue drink over the brim. Blake has been lost in the sea of people, I’m not even sure what time it is, and I think I’m going to go deaf if this music doesn’t shift gears soon.

All in all? You weren’t having the best of times. Not that you minded parties, you’ve been to quite a few in your time, but this sort of thing hadn’t ever really been your scene. The air, intermingled with a variety of scents, is almost cloying in your nostrils, the beat of the bass thrumming your ear, and it’s only due to the privacy wards that you haven’t completely keeled over due to the sound. Your only saving grace is the fact that your girlfriend had agreed to come save you after a certain amount of time.

Getting the chance to see Scarlett, even if it’s in a throng of gyrating bodies and a dimly lit room, she’ll definitely be a sight for sore eyes. You just have to hold out long enough for her to arrive. And she’ll hopefully take me back to her room, you muse, taking a sip over the surprisingly sweet concoction in your cup. Which will lead to the actually exciting part of my night.

For now? You’re content with sticking to the sides of the party, the shadows wrapped around you in a comforting embrace, as you waited for your emerald green eyed savior to arrive.

“You’re not having fun are you?” The sudden voice causes you to flinch in surprise. Your attention immediately settling on the form of Isabel, an occupant of this very dorm, who had a charming smile stretched across full lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so miserable at one of these things.”

You shift. “I’m not miserable,” you reply, not wanting to seem rude. “This just isn’t usually something I go to.”

Isabel hums, amber eyes sparkling. “I can see that.” She tilts her head, slowly appraising you in a way that immediately sends alarm bells ringing in your head. “I can say, with quite a bit of certainty, that you haven’t ever been to one of my parties before?”

She’s right.

“Why do you say that?”

“I think I’d remember someone as beautiful as you attending,” she purrs, leaning closer, locks of raven black hair falling over her shoulder. “None of my sisters, or myself, have been able to take our eyes off you since you arrived with that incubus.”

Sisters. The realization hits you instantly. You’ve completely forgotten that Isabel was a Siren, a species that always traveled in pods, a group that grew as close as family. Who also happened to make a game out of who could get the most valuable prize by the end of their hunts. How do I keep getting into these situations?

Isabel’s smile only grows. “I must admit I’m surprised none of them have snatched you up yet.” Her hand trails down your arm, before you’re able to jerk it away. Something she doesn’t seem to take offense by. “It’s possible they’re too shy to.” She tilts her head, eyes flashing carnally. “Pity. But it only means more of you for myself.”

“Look I have a—”

“She’s already spoken for, Laurent.” A sharp voice interrupts your rebuttal, accent thicker than usual due to the agitation you detect laced within her tone. “You’ll have to take your games elsewhere.”

Isabel’s entire countenance shifts as your girlfriend finally comes into focus— Scarlett. Your eyes rove over her form, clad simply in a red-laced corset top, paired with a belt and tailored black pants, as well as her signature heels, she looks every part of the unflinching conquerer that roams the halls during the day. Not a single strand of dark auburn hair out of place, emerald eyes narrowed into slits as she takes a protective stance next to you, the only sign of her anger being the slightest clench of her jaw. Something anyone that wasn’t you could, and would, miss.

“Wasn’t aware she was yours, Voltaire.” The siren holds up her hands, clearly not wanting to get into an altercation with your girlfriend. “Maybe you shouldn’t let her wander off alone without you.”

Scarlett’s brow arches, an imperious look etched across her face. “I’d take that into consideration if your opinion mattered in the slightest to me.” She waves her hand, a flippant gesture of dismissal if you’ve ever seen one, and drawls. “Run along now. I do believe your time in our presence has run its course. No need to insist upon a place that doesn’t want nor need you.”

Amber eyes flash dangerously but she wisely keeps her mouth shut, giving you one last look, Isabel turns and disappears back into the throng of bodies, no doubt heading over to her sisters that stood near the open bar.

A gentle touch to your cheek pulls your focus towards Scarlett’s face, a bit more emotion now showcased— if the slightest downturn of her lips, and the darkened state of her gaze, was anything to go by.

“Why did you entertain her for so long, my heart?” It’s asked softly, no accusation in her tone. A question borne purely out of curiosity.

You rub the back of your neck. “I panicked and sort of froze.”

Scarlett’s eyes narrow at that. “Did she do anything to you?” A darkened gaze, that flashes obsidian, turns to look back at the room, in the direction that Isabel had disappear off to. “If she did all you have to do is tell me and I’ll handle it.”

“Honestly, I didn’t realize what was happening until it actually happened.” You shake your head, taking Scarlett’s hand, that had limply fallen back to her side, in a gentle hold. “She caught me when I was thinking of a fairly distracting topic.”

“Oh?” Dark auburn hair falls over Scarlett’s shoulder, reminiscent of Isabel’s earlier action, but somehow more elegant, and your girlfriend’s gaze darkens for an entirely different reason, the obsidian black telling of a completely different hunger. “And what would that be?”

Stepping closer, you wrap around arms loosely around Scarlett’s neck, tugging her closer until her body is flushed with yours. “You.” A satisfied purr rumbles out of Scarlett. Her head titling into the gentle touch of your fingers running through her hair. “Out of pure curiosity what were you going to do?” At her raised brow, you elaborate. “You said you would have handled it. How?”

There’s a beat of silence, wherein only the party surrounding you both intercepts it, but when Scarlett offers you a sultry smirk, you immediately felt the familiar swoop in your gut, heat building between you both. It’s of no surprise when Scarlett leans closer and places a hard kiss to your lips— somehow making it deep, passionate in a way that only she could, without ever introducing her tongue. “What would I do, my hear?” She purrs, tugging at your bottom lip with her teeth. “I’d remind them that you’re mine.”

She dips her head, placing an open-mouth kiss to your neck. Clearly delighting in the way you arch against her at the familiar action.

“I suppose I have a different course of action now.” Scarlett steps back, keeping your hands interlaced as she leads you towards the exit, hips swaying in a rhythmic fashion. “Something that’ll be far more rewarding.”

Your breath catches. “And that is?”

“Reminding you that you’re mine.”

#midnight sun #asks #midsun: snippets #ro: scarlett voltaire #daniellew24 #changed the wording a bit #hope that’s okay ❤️

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personal picks : yandere vil thoughts (a crooked crown really does look so pretty on him) , "you just don't know what's good for you" with vil (ouch, right in the feels...) , which twisted wonderland characters would babytrap their darling? (not pictured: me nodding me head and going "oh yeah, he'd do that") , what to expect in bed with the twisted wonderland boys? (adore all of these and completely agree!) , yandere gojo thought (i bet his darling rejoices while he's gone) , and some lilia brainrot (why is it that whenever he smiles, a chill runs up my spine?)

✧ @sugoscurry ― i love sugo's characterization so much! her lilia makes me absolutely feral and i think i've reread her alizarin series at least a few dozen times... she's got a great sense of humor too, and i have found myself wheezing at her author notes more than a few times (dios mio chicos always gets me)

personal picks : alizarin with lilia (the og lilia fuckers bedtime story) , alizarin crimson (sorry reader, i think you're doomed) , alizarin crimson hue (poor reader... i told you so) , petplay oneshot with crewel (bark bark woof woof) , explicit staff headcanons (best idea, take them all on) , general yandere staff headcanons (did you know that power and control go hand in hand?) , explicit disaomnia headcanons (maleficent sure knows how to pick them) , milf-maker with childe (he'd do anything to get his prize) , “you’ve been so good lately, my pet. don’t make me have to punish you.” with crewel (immediately wagging my non-existent tail at supersonic speed) , “you don’t even know how lucky you are. I protect you and provide for you. don’t act so ungrateful.” with crowley (well eXcuSE me then) , yandere incubus malleus (the only dream demon who i'd wake up for) , and who in nrc has a virginity kink? (corruption tastes so perfect late at night)

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personal picks : set pattern with hisoka (pure trashy clown behavior right here, it's perfect) , right place, right time with illumi (featuring the troupe is such a fun touch, i love the witty banter and mind games between illumi and chrollo!) , last day out with chrollo (goodbye sunlight...it was nice while it lasted) , hypnagogia with illumi (i can just imagine him letting out a breath of relief once he sees darling alive, only for his expression to immediately change to an eerily blank slate) , with greatest care with pakunoda (she's both cloyingly sweet and bitterly dark when it comes to her darling) , and the sixth floor game with shalnark (this honestly feels like it could be a real game and just the thought of playing it gives me the chills)

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✧ @yandere-romanticaa ― ana is a collector of all things yandere, and her blog shows it! i love her red + black color scheme, and her aesthetic is always on point! she's a wonderful person and i have a hard time not falling in love with her lovely personality (especially when paired with her jokes!) sadly she does not have a masterlist, however just scrolling through her archive (with tags filtered) works too!

personal picks : yandere malleus draconia (who knew a pouty lizard could be so cute) , some thoughts on kaeya's flirtatiousness (i also agree that he's pretty damn guarded) , lilia vanrouge's yandere alphabet (gotta love me an ancient fae that can't cook to save a life!) , and yandere diluc headcanons (blushy, stuttering, yandere mess diluc!)

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My goodness, I'm about to walk away from this lookin' like a blood drunk Astarion!

Also "Warped in a Bow" Part 2, pleeeeeaaassse! I want that so badly!

*Warning: Messy Essay Incoming*

"Tav demonstrating why she was so hard to catch by subduing a fiendish assassin that snuck into the House of Hope (and probably ended up interrupting another bang session), despite her being without weapons or armor, by essentially using the silk or chain as a garrote wire on the attacker..."

"If anything, I think this kind of information would fuel Raphael’s fires. Turn him on to an unreasonable degree."

Oh, I think Raphael would first be livid that there is an intruder in his house and that his steamy times got interrupted; especially since we all know that he likes to bottom and seeing Tav nakedly assert dominance over a cur would probably make him even more hot and bothered (especially if your description of him seeing Tav crush a foe's head with their thighs is any indication 👀), but he can't *ahem* act on any of that excitement yet because he has to deal with the whole assassin thing first.

Haarlep might initially be mildly miffed that the bang session got interrupted, but would quickly get over it because I think the incubus would probably be able to pick up that the interjection of this naughty little assassin didn't kill the mood (you see what I did there? did you see what I-) but at worst only put it on pause for a bit, plus Haarlep would also find the sight of the all but naked Tav dominating this naughty little interloper to be extremely enticing (again, if your take on Haarlep seeing Tav deliver 'death by thighs' is anything to go by).

I can just picture things getting steamy again between the three before Tav suddenly perks up. Then, before either fiend can figure out what is happening, she is suddenly across the room with a devil struggling beneath her. Haarlep recovers first, slides off the bed and begins slinking around Tav and the pinned would-be assassin all 'Well, well, well~ What do we have here?' maybe even mocking/menacing the assassin by saying something like 'I don't see why you're being so feisty. I'd kill to switch places with you right now~ What do you think, Raphael?' Meanwhile Raphael is trying to think clearly and deal with the assassin situation while lust, fury, and perhaps a bit of amusement are all engaging in a full on kaiju level brawl for dominance in his brain.

Yes, yes, yes, and YES! I'm so happy you applied their reactions to Tav crushing someone's head to this, because I think they'd both just be so.. HNNNNNG at the sight of Tav absolutely destroying an intruder. Poor Raphael wouldn't have the wherewithal to even react before Tav has the intruder in a choke hold, arms restrained behind their back. Assassin where? Not on Tav's watch. I'm giggling at the idea of Haarlep just mocking them, too. "Awe, looks like someone is a little stuck, hm?" "If your boss happens to come calling, I'll make sure to let them know you're a little.. Tied up." AHHHHHHHHHHHHH And all the while Raphael is just "fuck fucking fuck shit fuck gods damned interruptions I'll kill them, I'll burn them, fuck" And Tav is using her normal alluring tactics to subdue the writhing interloper in her grasp. What a pathetic little display.

My brain automatically moves to.. Tav slitting their throat, covered in blood, and that just DOES THE DEVIL IN. That's it. He doesn't even mind the mess, he's just so enthralled with the way Tav looks all dirty and probably a lil sweaty from the struggle. eroghbvwe;roiughbqlweirug Let me not give TOO MUCH away

"Wrapped With a Bow" part 2 coming VERY SOON! Thank you for your essay, I will absolutely take these ideas into account (especially because you see things the same way that I do) 💕

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #raphael #haarlep #raphael x tav #haarlep x tav #raphael x haarlep #raphael smut #haarlep smut

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song as old as rhyme - chapter 10

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 9

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A/N: I'm back babeeeeey. Also, this might be a bit OOC but idc about that anymore (edit: divider by @inklore)

Raphael was slipping in and out of consciousness. From time to time, he’d listen to hushed voices and a warm hand would touch his forehead, then he’d feel salves being placed in his chest. Sometimes he’d hear a feminine voice humming a song,but when he finally woke up, he was met with Haarlep’s face.

He only had a vague memory of what had happened. He remembered the dinner. He was in the middle of an important negotiation when the girl had burst through the door, accusing the elf of poisoning.

After that, Raphael only had flashes of what happened. He could remember the feeling of his throat closing. Someone had held his head and made him drink the worst thing he ever drank. He remembered Haarlep taking him to his room. According to the incubus, he had been asleep for three days, and afterwards, they gave him a brief explanation of what had happened.

But Raphael did not have the full picture and so, he started questioning everyone.

Now, he had summoned Korilla to give her testimony.

“She asked me if I had served the wine, sir.” She replied. “She took a sniff of it and then ran away. When the others and I arrived, you were on the floor and she was retrieving some coal from the fireplace.”

Raphael put a hand on his face, analyzing her words. “And you just let her shove some coal down my throat?”

“What was I to do, master? She was the only one who knew what to do.” Korilla explained.

“And what if the coal had made things worse, huh? What if they were acting together, conspiring to bring me down?” He said in an accusatory tone.

Korilla raised an eyebrow. This was ridiculous.

“Master, I’ve been scrying on this girl for a long time. She would not have done such a thing.” The dwarf rationalized.

Every time Raphael suffered an attempt on his life, he would become suspicious of everyone, believing even those closest to him were ready to stab him in the back. This behavior had only gotten worse after what Tav and their party did to him, a few years back. “Besides, if anything, you should question her, and not the rest of us.” And with that, Korilla left, leaving the devil to his thoughts.

The next person he spoke to was Mol. She didn’t add much to the conversation except for one part.

The tiefling had been talking about what happened after Raphael coughed up the coal. “She would bark orders at us and barely let anyone near you.” Mol complained. “The only reason I obeyed was because she made sure you would be safe.”

Raphael raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean she wouldn’t let anyone near me?”

“Didn’t you see? She was the one who took care of you the whole time.”

“What?”

“Yeah, she told us to bring some plants and herbs, said they had healing properties. Maybe that’s why you healed up so fast.”

Raphael quickly told Mol to go back to her things, allowing him some privacy to think.

Truly, he was confused. How would this girl know all of these and why would she do all this work to make sure he lived? It did not make sense. Raphael sighed. He would have to ask her directly.

……..

A week had passed since the incident had happened and Elize had continued with her duties as normal. She had been able to get her glasses fixed thanks to Korilla and lately, she had started to play Lanceboard with Mol, with the tiefling girl winning almost every time.

In truth, she found it weird that things seemed to have moved on without a question to what had happened. ‘Maybe this type of thing is normal around here’ she thought.

It was during one of these occasions that Korilla approached them, turning to Elize and simply saying “The master wants to see you.”

Elize sighed. “I guess this is the end of our game for now.” She said. “Will we continue later, Mol?”

“Of course, so I can beat you again!” The girl replied and Elize chuckled at that. She got up and headed towards Raphael’s room.

She knocked on the door and waited until the master called her in. When she entered, he was sitting on a chair, face unreadable.

“Master.” Elize said, bowing her head. She stood a few feet away from him.

“I have spoken with every other member of this house, to understand the events that have occurred.” Raphael paused for a moment. “What I have yet to understand is why.”

Elize brows furrowed. “I don’t understand what you are saying.”

He got up from his chair and began explaining. “Tell me, Elize, how does a poor girl from the middle of nowhere know how to identify a poison and properly treat it?” Raphael asked. “How would she know that, hum? Because to me, it appears as if you knew beforehand what would happen.”

“Excuse me?”

“Why wouldn’t you conspire against me? You had been given the opportunity to get rid of me and return to your mundane life and you took it.” Raphael, at this point, seemed to be talking more to himself than to the girl before him. “If I were in a similar situation, I would have done the same. What I don’t understand is why would you try to save me.”

“Sir, if I could please-”

He ignored her, slowly walking towards her. “If you were trying to kill me, why would you change your head afterwards? Was it to gain my trust, to get rid of your fellow conspirator and when the time came, betray me?!” Raphael shouted in her face.

Before he could continue this madness, Elize spoke up. “I knew the poison because my mother taught me!”

“What?” That seemed to get him out of whatever theory he had created.

Elize breathed deeply. “My mother, before she had me, was a druid. She was well versed in the treatment of poisons, especially those that came from deadly plants.” She began explaining. “When I was young, she taught me about them, how to identify and treat them.” Elize started to walk away from him. “Devil’s bane is a deadly plant, and it works particularly well against those of fiendish nature. Even tieflings could be seriously hurt by its consumption.”

She analyzed his face, his brows furrowed. Elize continued. “This plant is also unnoticeable to its very victims. My mother once told me a story of how an ancient wizard had put a spell on these plants, making sure that no devil or demon would be able to notice what it was until it was too late.”

“Is that why the wine seemed to have no taste or smell?” Raphael asked. He remembered mentioning that detail to his guest, who had brushed it off as being a quality of the drink. Now he knew his true intentions. He knew of this poison but he was unaware of that property.

Elize nodded. “Devil’s bane has a very particular smell. Because of my mother’s teachings, I was able to get there in time.”

Raphael nodded in understanding. Elize sighed relieved. “Still, however, that does not explain why you helped me.” He said.

“Why wouldn’t I save you?”

“Because, as I said before, if I died, you would be free. Wouldn’t it be much simpler to let me perish?”

Elize shrugged. “Perhaps, or perhaps not. You may technically be the reason why I’m in this predicament but I chose to be here, to make sure my father was safe. From how I see it, this deal of ours is the only reason he still has his life and I’d rather not put that in jeopardy.”

“But-” Before he could continue, Elize interrupted him.

“Look, sir, I do not know what else I can tell you. Sometimes we do things because it’s the right thing to do, regardless of the other person.” She said in a tired tone “I did not care that you’re the devil who separated me from the only family I have, all I cared was that you were in danger. Try to villainize my actions all you want, I am telling you right now that there were no interior reasons. I did what I had to do and I would do it again.” She paused. “Now, please, may I go back to my duties?”

He didn’t reply verbally, only waving his hand, signaling she could leave.

Moments after Elize left the room, Haarlep walked in.

“Mortals intrigue me sometimes.” Raphael said, barely acknowledging the incubus. “One moment, they are at each other's throats, killing for things as small as a loaf of bread. In the other, they would be willing to save a devil like myself.”

“Is this about the girl?” Haarlep asked.

He nodded. “I can understand why Korilla, Mol or even you would do that. You all are loyal and bound to me in some ways, but she…” He didn’t finish the sentence.

“Did she explain herself?”

“Indeed, and I find it hard to believe that it was all altruism.” Raphael once again sat on his chair, putting his hand over his mouth in thought. He didn’t even question why she would also do the work to bring him back to health, so that would have to come up later. Could someone really save him just because he was in danger? Could there truly be no other reason?

Both Korilla and Mol had contracts with him. If they saved him, it would be to keep their benefits, he doubted it would have been because of affection. Haarlep was bound to him, and they would have nowhere else to go should Raphael die. Elize, however, would benefit greatly from his death.

And yet…

“Regardless of her intentions, you should reward her.” The incubus spoke. “Show how great of a master you are.”

“Hum…and what do you suggest?”

“Well, she has been sleeping on the floor this whole time. Maybe…you could give her a room to sleep in.” Haarlep said, hoping to help his friend.

Raphael, in all honesty, was not aware of this fact. He had been away from the House of Hope for most days and with how much Elize would avoid him, he hadn’t noticed her sleeping anywhere.

“I will see that it’s done.” Raphael finally spoke. “Now, get on the bed.” He said to Haarlep.

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In Your Dreams

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Chapter Four: Visit Me When I Am Dead & Gone

AO3 info one two three four five six seven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

Darling, don’t you weep. There’s a place for me, somewhere we can sleep. Darling, don’t you cry. Head fast towards the light. Foolish men have tried, but only you have shown me how to love being alive. Until it’s time to see the light, I’ll make my own with you each night. I’ll kidnap all the stars and I will keep them in your eyes… Darling, don’t you weep. There’s a place for me, somewhere we can sleep. I’ll see you in your dreams.- Halsey, Darling

She froze. All thought ceased.

“I—“ she sputtered. “What?”

“You’re my mate,” he repeated. “I know you don’t want any sort of relationship, so I never told you. I wouldn’t have told you at all, honestly, if you hadn’t asked. I only wanted to see your face when I…” he trailed off.

Her legs chose that exact moment to give out, and she collapsed on the bench next to him. “I can’t be.”

“You have a mark on your pelvic bone. Raised, like a scar,” he informed her, as if she weren’t aware. He sounded exhausted, as if every word was a great effort. “It’s the outline of a star with eight points.”

Lea stared at him. “How do you know about my birthmark?”

“It’s not exactly a birthmark.” He closed his eyes, seemingly too tired to keep them open. “It’s a symbol of fertility.”

“A symbol of what?” she squeaked out, aghast. “It’s just a birthmark. My sisters have it, too, it’s genetic—“

“Of course it’s genetic,” he chuckled. “That doesn’t mean it’s a birthmark.”

“How are you so sure what it is, then?”

“The culture that first identified the mates of my species had a seven-pointed star as a fertility symbol,” Tim went on. “I don’t know how or why you have it. I was too far away when the marks first appeared and the first incubus—or succubus, who knows what it was?—was born millions of years before I was, and word didn’t exactly travel quickly in those times. It’s only been fairly recently that I learned the exact origin of the marks. They didn’t always exist.”

She furrowed her brows in thought. “Where are you from, exactly? Where do incubi come from?”

“Sumeria was where the marks come from,” he sighed, leaning his head back against the bench. “No one remembers when or where incubi came into being. Could be the beginning of time, I don’t know. If the first ones are still around, they certainly don’t remember anything from that long ago. As for me, I was born in southern France. My mom’s human and my dad’s an incubus—she and my dad wear glamours around people who aren’t aware of what my dad is—so they don’t actually look any older than me. Anyway, the civilization my mom was born into is long dead. I don’t remember the name of it. Neither does she. It’s been a long time.”

“So…” She gulped nervously, her throat tight. “You’re closer in age to your mom than you are to me?”

He turned to face her again. “I suppose I am, yes. She was younger than you when she had me.”

“This is… weird,” she admitted.

“I imagine it would be weird for you,” he agreed with a nod. “It’s not weird for me, though. My dad and my mom are further apart in age than we are.”

She blinked. “How old is your dad?”

Tim shrugged. “No clue. I don’t know and neither does he. It’s been too long. He remembers the agricultural revolution, and that he was very old by that point already.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “The agricultural revolution was twelve thousand years ago.”

He nodded. “Yup.”

“Your dad is twelve thousand years old.”

He shook his head then. “No. Like I said, he was older than he could remember by that point. We aren’t sure, but we suspect he’s at least twenty thousand years old. He recognized some pictures of pottery we saw from around that time.”

Her head was spinning.

“And my birthmark— how do you know it’s… that?” she asked anxiously.

“My parents are like us. That’s how we reproduce, is with our mates. I’ve known what to expect from my mate since I could talk, and I’ve known what the marks mean for centuries.”

“And if you haven’t seen mine, why are you so sure I have it?”

He opened one eye, his lips lifting up into a small, barely-there grin. “Are you sure you want me to answer that? You may be happier not knowing.”

Lea narrowed her eyes at him. “Tell me.”

“Very well,” he sighed, closing both eyes again. “I want a lot of women on some kind of base level. Maybe even most women. But it’s never specific, really. It doesn’t feel directed at anyone in particular. With you, though…” A wistful sigh. “As soon as I met you, I knew that I needed you and no one else. I have this ridiculously strong urge to fuck your brains out, and it never really goes away.” She blanched at his crude words, but he continued. “But I don’t just want to fuck you, I need to fuck you. When I’m with you, everything in me is constantly screaming to hold you down and put my child inside you, over and over and over again. From the moment I looked into your eyes for the first time, I knew I wanted—needed—to hold you and kiss you and love you. I didn’t even know your name, but I knew you were meant for me.”

It didn’t make sense. It made no fucking sense. “Are you messing with me?” she demanded.

Now that she was no longer touching him, his skin was getting paler by the second, and his breaths were getting more and more shallow.

“No, I’m not. I know I look like shit right now,” he informed her. “Come closer to me and take my hand. I’ll show you what your proximity, your touch, does to me.”

Skeptically, she sat down close to him on the bench and took his hand.

“Watch,” he murmured, threading their fingers together.

Lea observed closely as, starting at where her hand was clasping his, his skin regained its natural color and his breathing evened out again.

“What’s happening?” she asked nervously, her voice shaky and hesitant.

“Your touch alone could probably keep me alive for another week or so, provided it’s nonstop.” He considered for a moment. “It certainly doesn’t hurt that you’re so attracted to me, either. Sexual attraction doesn’t do much, really, but it makes my situation more pleasant.”

“I’m— I’m not—“ she sputtered, and Tim laughed. It wasn’t unkind, merely… amused.

“I’m an incubus, sweetheart,” he reminded her gently. “I know when someone is sexually attracted to me.”

She flushed, looking down at their clasped hands instead of directly at him. She didn’t want to let go of him; what if it was the only thing keeping him alive?

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He reached over, brushing her hair from her face and cupping her cheek so as to tilt her face up towards him again. “You’d be attracted to me even if you weren’t my mate. It’s probably somewhat stronger because you are, though.”

Lea had always thought she’d done a pretty good job of ignoring his rather obnoxious level of sexiness. She looked down, her face still flaming.

“What do you remember of the dreams?” he asked after a moment.

Her head snapped up. “The… the what?”

“The dreams,” Tim repeated with a smile that quickly morphed into a chuckle at her expression. “I’m an incubus, remember? I don’t generally enter dreams, but I had to know how you felt about me.” A wistful smile. “And anyway, I couldn’t have planted anything in that pretty little head of yours if you didn’t want it already. Plus, if you’ll recall, it was you who initiated the sex, not me.”

She sputtered uselessly. “I— I don’t know why I—“

Tim chuckled. “It’s alright. At least I won’t die from your lack of wanting me. That would be a tremendous blow to a creature like me.”

“If only I can save you, what do I need to do?”

“As I told you before,” he sighed, “nothing I’d ask of you.”

“But I can do something,” she persisted. “Tell me what it is.”

He stared at her. “I think you know what it is, Lea.”

When she blushed this time, it spread all the way down to her chest, below the hemline of her shirt. His gaze followed it, making her skin feel even more heated.

“How far does that flush go, I wonder?” Tim murmured. After a moment, however, he seemed to shake himself out of whatever stupor he’d fallen into and his eyes met hers again. “In any case, I’m not telling you this to try to convince you of anything.”

“I don’t want you to die, but I can’t—“ she cut herself off, tears filling her eyes. “I can’t do that, I promised myself I would never do that with anyone, I—“

“I know,” he assured her gently. “I know. It’s okay. I never expected you to. I’d never coerce anyone into sex, but you…” He sighed again, looking away from her momentarily. “You are everything. I want you to have whatever it is you want. If me giving you what you want means me not touching you, I’m happy for that.”

Her eyes widened. “You shouldn’t feel that strongly for me, Tim.”

He smiled ruefully at her. “If you’re saying I shouldn’t love you, my darling, I’m afraid it’s far too late for that.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” he asked. “As soon as I met you, you became the center of my existence. Everything I am revolves around you now. That’s how it’s meant. You told me in one of your dreams that you can’t give someone power over you, and I said that it’s you who has power over me, but the truth is, that doesn’t really scratch the surface of precisely how much power you have over me. An incubus’ mate holds his existence—his happiness, his life, the very core of his being—in the palm of her hand. I’ve always known that my mate would bring me one of two things: either eternal happiness and love… or death.” He took a breath. “And I’m fine with that, Lea. Truly. It doesn’t bother me.”

“But you have so much left to do,” she reminded him tearfully. “So much left to be, to experience.”

He smiled slightly. “I would’ve made more movies, I suppose. But other than that, I’ve experienced just about everything there is. I learned to read and write in cuneiform. I saw the fall of Troy and was there when Rome was founded, and when it fell. I met Socrates and Plato. I remember Charlagmne’s coronation and the Norman Conquest. I found it amusing to play Henry V because I knew him. I’ve seen the Plague overtake Europe and Joan of Arc’s execution. I remember Columbus—he was a total dickhead in person, too, by the way—, the American and French revolutions, both World Wars— you name it, I can probably tell you where I was at the time. I’ve seen everything there is to see, experienced more than anyone could ever dream of, and I promise you, the idea of dying no longer scares or bothers me.”

“But I don’t want you to die,” she insisted. “You… you mean a lot to me.”

Tim stared at her. “I know,” he said after a few beats, “but you can’t give me what’s necessary to keep me alive, sweetheart. It’s okay. I don’t mind it. I’m not upset with you, and it’s not your fault I need this from you to survive.”

Tears were trickling down her cheeks, and he reached out to brush them away.

“Don’t cry for me, love. This is probably the best way I could go, aside from being naked in your arms.”

“Is there anything else I can do, any other way I can help?” she persisted.

He hummed. “You could kiss me, I suppose. It wouldn’t—“

Lea didn’t even let him finish before she leaned over and pressed her lips to his. He was frozen for a moment before wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer, his free hand sinking into her hair. She didn’t know how to kiss, really, but if this would help him, would save him, she’d do it as long as he needed.

The tears wouldn’t stop falling, though, so he eventually pulled away from her and brushed them from her face again. “You’re still crying,” he observed.

“I don’t want you to die,” she sobbed miserably. “I want to save you. I want to help you.”

“Kissing me will buy me a few hours. Maybe a day. You can’t save me, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

She buried her face in his neck and cried harder.

He rubbed her back reassuringly. “It’s alright, love. Your happiness comes first.”

“I’d be happier if you lived,” she sniffled.

Tim sighed, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply. “You don’t want to be with me the way I need, Lea,” he reminded her gently. “And that’s okay. I’ve held you, I’ve kissed you— I will die a very happy man.”

Eventually, after a bit more kissing—tearfully on her part—, he had enough strength to where he insisted upon walking her home.

She hugged him before he walked away from her doorstep, sobbing into his chest some more. “I don’t want you to die. I want to help.”

“You could kiss me again and buy me a few more hours,” he teased gently.

She still did it, though, teasing or not, and he kissed her back slowly, passionately.

Lovingly.

Finally, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers. “Goodbye, Lea.”

With one last sweet, gentle kiss, he left, and she knew she’d never see him again.

Goodbye, Tim.

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mrfancyfoot · 6 months

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Raphael x Evie (f!OC) | Rating: E/varied | Chapter 1 on AO3

Chapter 8: Echoes & Whispers

Haarlep takes advantage of Evie’s heightened hearing to tell her of all the things they’d like to do while she and Raphael are busy.

Chapter Rating: M/E / NSFW Word Count: ~1.6k Tags: POV Evie, M-Solo; Sexual fantasies; Bathing fantasy Warnings: Haarlep; Unsolicited lewdness

“Welcome back, little fox!” Not five minutes here and the incubus was already back to trying to get under her skin. She wasn’t sure how - had Raphael told them? - but they had found out that her ears were extra sensitive and could hear them wherever they were skulking about in the House of Hope.

“Why not come play with me,” they bid in that deceptively dulcet lilt, “once you’re done with all that boring stuff I’m sure you talk about with the master?”

If she hadn’t been a product of the modern era of sex and such things as the internet and all that came with it - porn galore, unsolicited lewdness and pictures in every inbox as a woman merely existing online, rule 34, et cetera, et cetera - maybe their words would have fazed her. As it was, they usually weren’t too difficult to ignore, though they had been escalating in drama and explicitness... She refused to give them the satisfaction of getting a response out of her.

“I could pamper you in the bath first. Evie…would you like that? Light candles while we soak and relax in the hot waters. I would scrub every bit of that soft skin until my touch makes you tingly and breathy. Run my claws over your scalp as I lather and rinse your beautiful red hair. I bet they’d feel divine on those fluffy ears. Oh, and I of course cannot forget about your tail! I wonder how sensitive it is? Do you moan when it’s grasped and pulled, little fox?”

“I would massage all those muscles, so tight and sore from your travels.”

“Perhaps I would steal a kiss or two from those lips and give your nipples a pinch just to hear you gasp.”

“And then I would pluck you up and seat you on the pool’s edge. You would lie back into plush pillows and I would attend to your most sacred of places!”

Oh, what she would give for a proper hot bath… One of the things that she did fantasize about. What was most aggravating was that the incubus was likely saying all this from that amaaazing looking pool she’d seen in Raphael’s ‘boudoir.’

‘Boudoir’: an archaic term she’d giggled at when Raphael first used it. He had a poetic way of speaking at times though he clearly kept up with linguistic changes to be however many millennia old and still sound similarly to the others that she had so far met. But words like this reminded her that he was not that forty-something appearance of the man before her. Astarion frequently did the same, and Gale, sometimes to a lesser extent. Surprisingly, it was infrequent from Halsin, who she knew to be the oldest of their group - maybe the language of the wilds changed less than that of the cities?

She wasn’t playing this right with Raphael. She could be asking for things in exchange for the information he was trying to dig out. Getting caught in his game, though, wasn’t something she wanted.

“Do you leave your curls? Or do you trim them down? Perhaps you’re bare completely? I would wager that to be difficult to maintain for one travelling so long in the wilds. I could clean them up, should you like? If you’ve never been shorn bare, you’ll be in for a treat!”

But it was so tiring to dance around saying what he wanted to know all the time. In most of it, she didn’t see much harm, but he was sneaky, and with her tendency to ramble once she got started, her mouth would go before her brain had a chance to pull the break.

While their first meetings had felt more like they were butting heads and clashing horns at times, the devil had pivoted and changed his strategy since. It was a constant battle now to remind herself that he wanted her to associate him with comforts and luxury. There was always food and drink offered. Plush, velvet seating. The House was near always quiet at the hour they met - except for someone. He’d even offered to loan her a book after they had shared some of their favorites - she’d declined for now for fear of it getting damaged or ruined while travelling. She thought he’d enjoy Alice in Wonderland. It was kind of sad that she’d never be able to loan him or anyone a favorite book from her world.

“-to taste you! You come here smelling all sweet and it’s not fair that I’ve been denied! Would you be so sweet on my tongue?”

His obvious logic was that if she liked him she would be increasingly likely to sign over her soul to him - if not now, then at some point in the future. But what if she did start turning into an illithid? If it came to that, would she really be able to kill herself or allow another to kill her? It was easy to say she would, but she could just as easily panic and summon him. Because comfort was what you turned to when faced with your own mortality. As it stood, she still thought chance was on her side.

And now- They were discussing tea. She loved tea! Now Raphael knew her favorite tea. Black with lots of spices and a dab of honey and cream and sugar… Most of that she had actually been able to come by, but certain spices and dairy were a luxury out there. She would bet a hefty sum of gold that he would start offering tea alongside, or instead of, wine for these meetings.

“-eave little love bites all up your thighs. And then I’d hold them apart as my tongue laves at your lips. I’m afraid I might be too eager to savor this! I’d delve into your cunt for that first bit, then lick and suckle at your clit until you’re writhing beneath me and begging for more. My tail would thrust into your hole until you spill that sweet nectar for me. Would you cry out? Would you scream your release?”

Her problem was that she did like him.

However much of this was an illusion to draw her in, there were parts that were genuine. When there wasn’t ‘work’ to talk about, he often led conversation with his own interests and hobbies - they had quite a few in common! It might have started as a way for him to show off his sophistication as he played host, but he was happy when she was able to keep up and contribute. After so many months out no-where, it was exciting to be able to get a bit nerdier with someone over her own interests! Even if they were a devil. Was it possible there was a part of him that felt similarly? Devil’s didn’t have friends, right?

…Did they say tail?

Was that…a thing? That they could do?

No! They were not going to distract her.

“-or we could get adventurous. And you would look up at me with those big, innocent eyes-” They were cackling again.

“Oh, I hardly believe you are innocent or lacking experience, dear fox. You’ve quite the self-control if Raphael hasn’t caught on to our game, yet. I think you’re much the opposite! Keeping hidden your wiles and desires. He likes to talk and brag, you know? Little ‘modern era’ girl, are the carnal delights so free where you are from? I should love to hear all about them! Could you surprise an incubus? Could I surprise you?”

“-been fucking a vampire? I could turn green with envy! Has dear Astarion tasted more than your blood? We could invite him, too! Have you ever been with two lovers at once? Stuffed so full of cock? Could your little body and holes handle us both? Or…are you the voyeur type? Would you like to watch as I fuck him? Or he could fuck me, I care not. Lie back or pull up a chair, spread your legs wide, and touch yourself as he moans on my cock. I could shove him between your thighs and make him-”

Bringing Astarion into their stupid fantasy made her angry. She could shake things said about herself, but it was much harder when she felt the urge to defend someone else.

She hadn’t told Astarion about Haarlep. He was self-conscious enough as it was while he was processing his changing feelings over his sexuality. She didn’t want to worry him or have him think it was somehow his fault if something did happen to her.

“And I shall let you in on a secret, you vixen- As I lie here stroking my cock to thoughts of you, my dear master - whose form I presently share - can feel everything!” She could hear them giggling. “I can guarantee that he’s fighting himself in those britches. Here, watch closely~”

She tried to keep the surprise from her face upon hearing that fact, probably only going unnoticed as, in that moment, she saw Raphael’s jaw tick as his eyes flicked in the direction of his bedroom from over the rim of his wine glass. He had quite the mask, too - she wouldn’t have known about this had she not been warned. At least the table between them blocked the view of anything potentially indecent.

Maybe that was karma for the devil.

“Will you go back to your camp and touch yourself tonight? Or seek the arms of your lover? I do so hope you’ll think of me. I’ll certainly be having fun.”

Thank-you for reading!

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rosellabascomacapinlac · 1 year

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In 2018, I was attacked by Sex Incubus who trapped me and tortured my soul and also wanted me to sent my soul to hell.

How dare them that they want me to get played by their rules in my entire life? They played dumb with me after they erased all my memories that they would play my body. Those perverts not just cheated on me, they also they want to take everything from me, including my life. They show no mercy. How? They mercilessly sexually attacked me and they sexually assaulted me. They shown toxicity on me with no mercy none stop. They think I am ugly because of my pictures always covered with make up. They introduced to the another men for their entertainment and business for their greed.

Forget it… This nothing gonna happen… I will go home. I am not gonna use my beauty or my cuteness for harassments, humiliations, nastiness, and heresy. I am not gonna waste my egg cells and my private organ for the likes of Kaneto Shiozawa, his fellow hideous time wasting thick skinned arrogant hideous nerds, his lowly hideous henchmen, and the filthy hideous big kisser creep. I am not gonna risk my own life for them. I am not gonna serve myself to darkness, chaos, and their nasty rules. I am still a virgin then I felt very sorry for them that why I have no children because I am just so lucky.

They toyed me but that's nothing for them, because they love to amuse.

I read one of those abominations’ sentences, it said “I played this anxious thing” who is the anxious thing and who is his play thing? I think that's me. Some of them said “I am gonna make that child pay!” who is that child he is talking about? That’s me because I used gacha life picture. He said I kept tomtomtomtom because I used the Japanese Idol’s cute song for against his project that antagonize me as a baddest villain.

Then his arguments against me I never forget that what he told to his fans, he said “Someone will gonna pay 100,000. That criminal murderer dare to intruded our company and also the person will pay 100,000 yen too, the alone” Who is the alone is he talking about? That's me. Then he falsely accused me that I am the caused of fire or arson on Toie animations company, he told lies to everyone will bashed me and punching bag me. Now I know, I thought they are friendly, they had shown their true nature, they are sexist misogynists, real savages, and true bakemonos because they kept punching bagged me and stripped me naked because I am a swole girl.

Some of those abominations said in 2016 he said “Hokuto blah blah cheated on me and lied to me.” Tjen he used his favorite character to abuse my OC Fenrise Raine. See, they are not nice people, those people are the real savages.

My pain and my anguish screams are the music for them, now I know they tricked me that's why they mistreated

me and mental torture. Oh, those savage nerds are supremacist sadists. Oh men, I wasted my time with them to get rid off artblocks that done by the another self centered sexist misogynist pervert.

I encountered two different types of savage greedy perverted misogynist Lady Killers and Damsel of Distress seekers, others are manipulative sadist who forbids me to wear red and all shades of red including pink even wearing blue and green they will still gonna distress me and others are selfish who absorbs my powers, strength, and skills to forbid me to do all kinds of arts. When I wear red those manipulative sadist nerds detected me that I will get hurt, they are behind of my chest pain and bloody clots on my brain, because they punched my head everyday. If Fenrise is a vampire, what they did was they stabbed me on the chest, it hurts a lot. I got chest pain everyday, it warned me that I got punching bagged mercilessly. The vamp wants me to be a sacrificial maiden. They made all my wishes against me. Everytime I posted my drawings, they are all attacked me, they want all my accounts suspended, locked, and disabled. Then the basher the damsel of distress seeker bashed me called my drawings are disgusting and called me hypocrite. Me, Hypocrite? But they used that obscure Barbie rip off to beat my Fenrise Raine. That damsel of distress lover kept trolled me none stop until I blocked him because he said he doesn’t care about my sufferings and my problems then called me insane but it’s true, his evil misogynistic sadistic perverted nerd friend used Fenrise Raine tied up then they made Fenrise sexed up. He want me to sent in therapy to get rid off decency on me and also he want me to be masochist.

About them, they are just a big waste of time, what a waste.

#philippines #philippines 🇵🇭#trauma #distress #emotional distress

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waitingformyfavoritesongs · 1 year

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29 April 2023 Saturday 12:44 am pt 12:45 am pt

1:08 am pt if a man doesn’t respect a woman when she says no, what is a woman supposed to do? If they have more power in some way than her? She has a lot to fear. 1:09 pmpt

1:19 pmpt

My ex bf was training to be a massage therapist. So here’s more ways incubus is choosing to mislead me. I saw this after seeing a vid of his sister Liza. And then I see this of him sobbing. I don’t know when she was born, so I don’t know if her conception lines up when my first boyfriend broke up with me. Incubus keeps trying to screw with my head. 1:22 am pt that’s soooooo not cool. And I have seen stufff online alluding to Scott’s bone saws ready video on YouTube, that they’re going to saw 🪚 open my uterus. 1:24 am pt not cool. No one should have to go thru this. I wish I was never born. Bcz all rapists are men and all men are rapists this is what the world wil always be like. 1:25 am pt

1:44 am pt 2:01 am pt finally something loaded

2:28 am pt the picture showing off the Los Angeles tattoo, the facial expression, reminds me of Brendan Lean’s Friendster default photo. The blue shirt is almost the same shade as Brendan Lean’s T-shirt in the same photo. December 6, 2021 is the post that went missing after I wrote about it here, so it seems the incubus is still reading my tumblr. 2:31 am pt the Twitter account here is something I stumbled upon I think by somehow finding another Twitter account with the name Tara. I thought of Scott’s friend Tara & Jorge, so I clicked around and somehow I found that one and thought of Scott. Maybe it’s Scott’s account? 2:33 am pt neocities is too close to geocities. Autocorrect put neocortex. Idk what that is but if it’s a part of the brain then I guess this means goodbye forever (bone 🦴 pain brain 🧠pain) 2:35 am pt I don’t want surgery. So I’m not going to get it. They would let me die on the table anyway Bcz the hospitals are too guilty to own up to what they knew. They only (left shin pain 2:36 am pt) they only want to save their own *sses. 2:37 am pt Brendan Lean also put on his Friendster his interests also include: big brother the tv show, conspiracies, and clock work orange the movie. 2:38 am pt

2:55 am pt

these are me when I was probably 4 years old? These are similar to seductive model poses. Maybe you will disagree but that’s what I remembered was in my head. 2:58 am pt. The incubus demon lord wanted me vulnerable to child rapists. My dad never touched me in any inappropriate manner. This was all the incubus’ doing. 2:59 am pt

3:07 am pt the order of the births in my family with the astrological signs, makes me think that god could be serious about renewing the apocalypse for another 2000 years or forever. Forever popped up in autocorrect when I was trying to type for. 3:09 am pt the unfortunate part for me is that means I’m dead. 3:09 am pt

3:11 am pt I didn’t really get to live the life I wanted. Only what I was addicted to. 3:12 am pt

3:49 am pt incubus kept saying “death” everytime I found an edit. I was so in denial, thinking a miracle would happen and he would stop the destruction of my (left side back stabbing pain 😖😭 right hip bone 🦴pain neck pain 3:51 am pt I don’t deserve this!) right thigh pain 3:51 am pt left shoulder 😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😖😭😫😩 coughed) acid hot brain 🧠 butt pain 3:53 am pt) they (again! Brain 🧠) keep misleading me. 3:54 am pt

3:56 am pt I maybe got the ideas 💡 from tv 📺? Or maybe I saw mom like that. These pictures were taken in Menlo Park. 3:57 am pt 3:58 am pt

4:01 am pt when ever you see news 📰 of stuff being phased out, it usually doesn’t happen when it involves cars 🚗. That’s why everything all the dates are far in the future. It’s usually a false promise. 4:02 am pt

7:46 am pt I think 💭 the incubus flip flops 🩴 on me the same way garrido did on dugard. Similarly. But it’s more probable that any tears 😭 are faked when it is incubus 7:47 am pt

8:06 am pt stop 🛑 putting smelly smells 👃 on me incubus. I don’t want to smell like fish 🐟.

8:07 am pt no one questioned why heather hampton went to so many of incubus concerts and then took down the count? More than 200? I think 💭 the incubus s deleted me screen 📺 shot with the concert count. 8:08 am pt was it more than 300? Like 345? I guess it don’t matter Bcz I’m going to lose my legs 🦵. Which is why they’re making me smell like fish 🐠. 8:09 am pt yeah they’re mean.

8:11 am pt I feel like there’s nothing to fight for again. I’m a loser. Men will justify rape and kidnapping and trafficking/prostitution. 8:13 am pt that’s why Sierra LaMar’s “hoax” cry for help went ignored. That’s why some other guy who probably didn’t do it is paying for something he didn’t do in prison. 8:14 am pt

8:19 am pt can’t add pics again 8:20 am pt

1:26 am pt incubus is still making me sick 😖😭 woke up with tummyache. I still feel pain in my flesh and bones 🦴. Hot heat probably acid. My buyer bones seem a lot shorter compared to earlier this week. After feeling acid on my butt bones 🦴 when I sat. His story with the old man 👴 with the LA hand 🤚 gestures and Lakers symbol in the background saying forest 🌳 instead of Lakers: foe rest. Probably means I r.I.p. in the grave. Everything is hidden code /fake out meant to mislead me. Acid throat pain. 1:30 🕜 am pt brain 🧠 acid hot acid brain 🧠 pain 1:30 🕜 am pt 😖😭😫😩🥵coughing difficulty breathing 1:31 am pt

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mar-the-magician · 2 years

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Tsundere Fae Healer Talks About Home

OHMYFUCK IT’S BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE I POSTED A CHAPTER

Erm, apologies— hello all! I’m not gonna lie, this chapter was kind of difficult to write (for a lot of reasons) but I wanna thank everyone who’s shown so much support and love for this creative endeavor of mine, and especially @morgansplace, @thesunandmoons-blog, and @shinebrite97 for giving me the motivation to finish this with their kind words, fan content, and all other contributions!! Thank you all and I hope you enjoy!! Cw/Tw: this has one or two very mild sexual references somewhere in there— not sure if it’d be enough to trigger anyone, but better safe than sorry! Also death and the afterlife are mentioned in here, just in case that’s a problem for anyone.

Tsundere Fae Healer Talks About Home

Vmm-vmm

I glanced down at my phone.

One new message from Amir Amator✨

I went in and changed his contact

Amir Amator✨(aka Sex on Toast)

Then I had a look at his message. He had sent me an image attachment of a small yellow flower with spiky petals and a whitish center.

‘Eris thought you would like this flower and asked me to send you a picture of it’

I smiled and started typing.

‘Tell him I love it and it’s very pretty

i want to see Hedera, can we meet at the parking lot?’

‘See you there, Traveler 😃✨’

‘that emoji is threatening

It gives bad vibes’

‘Wdym?? 🤔🤭’

‘Bruh

i hate you’

‘Love you too, Traveler’

‘*really hate you’

‘Really love you too. See you!’

‘Smh’

I rushed to the bathroom and checked my hair, changed into a nicer shirt, grabbed my keys, and was out the door.

All the drive there, half of my brain was coming up with questions to figure out if there really was some sort of obstacle to humans and fae having romantic relationships with each other, trying to convince me that it would be for the best. The other half was coming up with all possible answers that would prove that there was no obstacle and hoping, hoping, hoping.

“Ugh. Stop it! It’s just a stupid crush! Get over yourself!” I screamed into the rearview mirror.

When I arrived in the parking lot, Amir was already there, leaning against the most expensive-looking car in the parking lot.

“Took you long enough. What was the hold-up? Oh wait… right! You can’t teleport!” He snapped his fingers and gave me a smug grin. I just stared at him for a full three or so seconds and then asked

“Whose car is that?” His curls shook as he laughed.

“Some random person who decided to park here, I suppose. You ready to get going? There’s wards in place so Hedera and I will both be alerted if anything hostile comes near you while you’re in these woods. Do you know your own way this time?” I squinted a little, trying to remember the way that we had gone our last visit.

“I think so, yeah.” His eyes glinted deviously.

“Good! Then that means you two will get some… alone time~”

My stomach flipped over at what he had just implied.

“Oh don’t even go there, incubus.”

“I didn’t say anything, so who really has the dirty mind here?” He smirked and turned to the forest, holding up his arms and snapping his fingers. Just as it had last time, an opening appeared in the trees where there had been nothing but impenetrable walls of branches and thorns only moments before. He turned to go.

“Well, there you are. Enjoy yourself, Traveler~”

“Why d’you have to go right this second?” I cocked my head curiously. He muttered something that sounded vaguely like

“Can’t talk right now, I’m doin’ hot girl shit,” and I turned an incredulous stare on him.

“What??”

“I must depart, unfortunately!” He blinked out of existence. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Turning back to the path ahead of me, I shook out my shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Whatever. Here we go.”

I was careful about my turns. Judging from how the others had acted before, I did not want to get lost in these woods, no matter how many wards were around.

Once I saw the piles of rocks ahead of me, I began breathing easy again. As I rounded a large pile of boulders, I saw Hedera, draped in a floaty silver dress that was practically see-through (think holy thoughts, me, think holy thoughts) with a daisy crown on her head, half-leaning and half-sitting against a rock. She looked at me and let out a breath.

“Hello again, Traveler.” Gah, how was her voice always so musical??

“Hello, Hedera.” I coughed awkwardly. She rolled her eyes and patted the boulder beside her.

“Sit.” It was more of a command than an invitation.

“Why are you here?” I squirmed a little as I situated myself next to her on the boulder. It was surprisingly comfortable.

“Because… I missed you?”

“Oh really.” She scoffed. I held open my hands.

“Yes? Is that not allowed now? I like you, I think you’re cool, I want to talk to you and spend time with you. Is that so unbelievable?” She rolled her eyes and turned her head away. I had just imagined that hint of pink on her cheeks, right? Right?

“Well. You’re doing that now. Yay-hoo-fucking-ray.” Yup, definitely imagined it.

“I mean— I can leave, if you’d prefer…”

“No.” I smiled crookedly.

“Getting kinda mixed messages here, girl.”

“You already came all this way, it’d be a waste not to spend at least some time here now,” she rolled her eyes. I poked her arm.

“You just don’t want to admit that you wanna talk to me as well!” She shoved my shoulder with a sardonic snort that just barely wasn’t enough to distract me from how warm her hand was.

“Believe whatever keeps you sane, you loon.” For a few moments, we just kicked our feet and stared down at all the beautiful flowers below. Honestly, she was justified in getting mad that I had squished some of them. They were art. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I came here, yes partially because I wanted to see Hedera, but also because I wanted answers to my questions.

“Hey, so… I wanted to ask you some questions about… well, everything, if you’re okay with it.”

“I’m not sure I can answer questions about everything, Traveler.” I made a face at her.

“You know what I meant.” She sighed and gestured into the air.

“Ask away. It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

I took a deep breath in through my nose.

“So uh… how long do fae… live for?” If they were immortal or lived for ages and ages on end, that would make a romantic relationship hard on the fae.

“Ooh wow, that’s a heavy one to lead with.” She laced he fingers through her hair.

“I mean— you don’t have to answer if you don’t want—“

“No, no, it’s— it’s fine. So… essentially, fae cannot die of old age.” My chest tightened up. ‘This is a good thing, this is a good thing, this is a good thing. Destroy that stupid crush of yours.’ My brain tried to convince me.

“We can be killed, with enough force or magic, and we… we have to choose to die.”

“What?”

“Hold your fucking horses, let me finish, you eternal question and objection dispenser. Once a fae entity gets old enough, they have the option to simply… leave. Their spirit leaves their body and goes to the afterlife. It’s not painful or anything, you just… stop. That’s our equivalent of ‘old age.’” My brain took a moment to adjust to this information.

“Oh. Okay… that’s… hm.” ‘Someone could just choose to die after their partner died. They wouldn’t have to deal with an eternity of grief.’ She raised her eyebrows at me.

“Well, that’s a very reactive response.” I coughed and cleared my throat.

“Sorry, just, uh… thinking.”

“Wait.” She turned to stare at me.

“You do that?”

“Oh fuck off,” I laughed.

“And okay, uh… next question.” Fuck, how to phrase this without her catching on…

“Do… do fae… experience… emotions, the same way humans do, or is there any sort of… fundamental difference?” ‘Real smooth.’ I mentally facepalmed. She looked at me sideways.

“You’re full of all kinds of interesting questions today, aren’t you?” I squirmed underneath her icy stare. She rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue.

“Relax Traveler, I’m not going to eat you or something. No, there’s no real fundamental difference in how we experience emotions or connections. Some of the oldest, oldest fae get attached less easily or quickly, and feel a bit more… numb, I suppose, because they’ve been around for so long and experienced so much that things just matter to them less, but in general humans and fae are fairly close in that department, at least as far as I can surmise.”

“I see. That’s… cool. Yeah, that’s cool.” Her eyebrows turned upwards in a concerned expression.

“You are acting fucking weird today Traveler. Are you— feeling all right?”

“Yeah, no, totally, I’m good!” I gave her two awkward thumbs up.

‘Sprinkle some normal questions in there, hopefully throw her off the scent…’

“So, um, what’s your favorite part about the fae realm?” I asked.

She flinched slightly. I held up my hands quickly in a disarming gesture.

“You don’t have to talk about it—“

“Stop saying that every time. If I want to keep something private, or it makes me uncomfortable or I’m just not willing to share it at this juncture, I’ll just tell you to fuck right off. Unlike you, maybe, I actually have a spine.” I let out a surprised laugh.

“Okay then…”

“So… my favorite part. It would probably be the… the beat. The pulse. I— I don’t really know what else to call it, but you still look confused.”

“I don’t think I understand. The fae realm has a pulse? Like a heartbeat?” She sighed and stretched out her long, pale, freckle-dusted arms, laying them across her knees.

“There is always dancing, in that realm. It is one of the few things about which my race is willing to swallow their pride and admit that your race has a mastery of. Someone is always dancing, or being taught a new dance, or dancing for a specific reason or ceremony or some such. And part of that is, that realm has a constant beat. A pulsating, bass-like thing that permeates the whole realm.”

“Oh.” I tried to imagine this.

“That sounds really beautiful… but also kind of overwhelming?”

“You could use that to describe the whole realm, from a human point of view.” She tossed her head, and the daisy crown fell over one eye.

“Shit, crud, forgot I had this on—“ she scrabbled with it. I held out my hands in a “come here” motion.

“Let me?” She paused.

“My hair tangles really easily…”

“I promise I’ll be gentle and it won’t hurt.” Plus, if she said yes, I would get to touch that gorgeous, silky, wavy mane… She cautiously inclined her head towards me.

“Very well then…”

“Where’d you get the daisy crown?” I gently disentangled one daisy after another from her locks with careful fingers. Wow her hair was soft.

“Eris made it for me. He likes to do that a lot— and it’s good practice for me to keep plants alive for as long as I can.”

“It still kinda fucks with my mind that people can do that. Just like, going about my day as normal, and then suddenly I remember— oh yeah! Magic exists!” She graced me with an almost-smile as I slowly pulled the crown away from her head.

“There we go.”

“Thank you. Yes, well, if you follow through with your applications and are consistent with your studies, you may be able to do things like that as well someday.”

“Hey, why are you glaring?! You don’t know anything about my study habits, I could be the most diligent student in the world for all you know!”

“I’m sure you could be— y’know what, no actually. From what I have seen of you, you would not be the type to do well in the school system. At least from what Amir has told me of it.”

“You— yeah okay fair.” I deflated. She snorted.

“That’s what I thought.”

There was another pause, and I couldn’t decide if the silence was awkward or companionable. She blew air out through her nose.

“Anyhow— the fae realm is… beautiful. I love it, and I miss it. But humans can’t generally go there.”

“What? Why not?”

“It’s overwhelming, like you said. Everything there is— constant color and light and rhythm and noise and warmth and cold at the same time— every one of your senses gets pushed to the max. Same with the demon realm. With proper training and conditioning humans can enter the other realms, but that usually takes years. An untrained human has a pretty high chance of just straight-up dropping dead from sensory overload the moment they enter an access point.”

“Oh— wow.” She pursed her lips.

“Exactly.”

“So… is the ‘beat’ what you miss the most about your realm?” She let out a bitter laugh.

“I miss a lot of things about it. The smells— flowers and nectar and ambrosia and honey and musk, earth and water, air and hot dust, grass and fruit and charcoal and stones, green tea and crushed roots, merging into something indescribable. The warmth. The tactile sensations. The way you can find new shapes and colors in everything. The swirling power constantly surrounding you. I miss the energy from that place. Here it’s… different. In order to feed off of the energy of this realm, it has to be channeled through a human. To feed there, all I had to do was take it in.”

“I see.” I fiddled with the daisy crown in my hand.

“I’m a little confused about something…” she sighed.

“When are you not?” I started laughing.

“Now you’re just being mean,” I pouted. “But I did genuinely have a question…”

“What?”

“Why… if you miss it so much, why stay here? Why not go home?” She stiffened. Slowly turned her head away from me and held her hand out for the daisy crown. I tentatively handed it to her.

“Fuck. Right off.” She said, running the half-wilted crown through her hands like a rosary.

“Gotcha.” ‘Well that’s… interesting…’

“Besides, it’s not like I completely, totally, without exception, hate it here in this realm. I’ve made it very bearable for myself, at least in this little corner of it. I have flowers, Eris, good smells, fruit, clean water, and plenty of room and privacy to practice magic. Most of the time, anyway.” She turned a stern stare on me.

“I get it, I get it, I’m a nuisance!” I laughed. Why did her harshness make me feel more at ease than her kindness?

“One last question, and then I’ll let you go. It’s getting pretty late, anyway.”

“I assure you, I’m all ears.”

“Does anyone know what happens after fae… die? Like, has anyone ever come back from the dead or anything? Do we know if there’s an afterlife?” Hedera held her hands up to the sky like she was praying.

“You come here into my meadow and expect me to know all the mysteries that your people have been trying to solve for centuries?”

“I’m sorry, I—“

“Oh, hush.” She let her arms drop.

“No-one has ever come back from the dead. It’s not possible, as far as anyone knows. Necromancy magic is nothing but a bad children’s story. But…” she began twisting the daisies again,

“Human souls can be reincarnated. Fae and demons aren’t ever, as far as we know, but a human soul can be reincarnated into the body of a fae entity or a demon.”

“Oh that’s insane— how does anyone know that?”

“When a fae entity or a demon gets old enough, sometimes they start regaining memories from one or more of their past lives. Humans can actually do it too, with some training— and maybe some magical aid, for some of them.”

“That’s— woah! That is incredible! We actually know something about the afterlife! Like, for certain!” That almost-smile lifted her cheeks and brow again.

“Amir has told me that such revelations often have that kind of effect on humans.” I grinned at her.

“You rely on Amir for a lot of your info about us, don’t you? But you don’t have to anymore— you have me!”

“Yes, well, very nice.” She rolled her eyes. Surely, surely I didn’t imagine the twinkle in them this time, did I?

“Speaking of Amir, though, I promised him I’d give my opinion on some designs he’s been working on today, and he doesn’t like anyone but me and sometimes Eris to see his sketches before he’s done with them, so you might have to withdraw for the day.”

“Amir designs things? What are they?”

“Clothes, what else?” She pushed herself up from the rock with one arm, looking graceful and easy. ‘For fuck’s sake, focus for one second, would you??’

“O-okay, cool. I will. It was… it was nice talking to you, Hedera.”

“…You’re. An interesting conversationalist, Traveler. I’ll give you that.” Why did just that make me feel warm and wriggly inside?

“I’ll walk you out to your car.” Her tone booked no argument, despite the fact that I was thinking

‘But what about those wards??’

“Okay! Thank you!” I fiddled awkwardly with my fingers, and she shoved the daisy crown back into my hands.

“You can keep that. It’s not like it’ll last much longer anyway.”

“Ah… thank you.” That was definitely not a thing I should be blushing about.

As we walked along the path that I was coming to know rather well, Hedera seemed rather restless. Finally, as we were nearing the parking lot, she turned to me and asked

“Traveler. I— I have a meeting, with my tribe, soon. It’s going to be held in the human realm. It would help you to learn more about us. Eris isn’t going to be there, but he said he’d like you to go and meet the other people from our tribe. And— and I want you to come. If you want to, that is, I know it could be an overwhelming thing to fling on you right off the bat and you certainly don’t have to but—“

“Yes!” I all-but shouted. Getting ahold of myself, I coughed into my hand and said

“Yes. Absolutely. I would love to meet more people like you. And I want to learn as much as I can. And I…” I leaned against my car and fiddled with the daisies.

“I want to spend more time… with you.”

“I see.” I looked up to see her clearing her throat with a face that was definitely pink. There was no way I was imagining it.

“I’ll… I’ll have Amir send you the date and time. Be safe, Traveler.” She turned and power-walked away, leaving me staring after her trailing silver dress with a lot— a whole lot— on my mind.

Thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed!! I might be a bit before my next chapter upload, because I’m going to try to write two chapters so that I always have a chapter’s worth of buffer between me and the gaping hole of taking so long to update should such extraneous circumstances beset me again. However, if the common theme of my writing holds true, the next two chapters are gonna be pretty easy to write, so hopefully I won’t be too long! :D Thank you all again for reading!

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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prompt 1 with older brothers best friends!harry 👀

1. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

8. “I said stop staring at me.”

23. “I have a name and it’s not sweetheart.”

Third wheeling could never be fun. Not when you’re basically not even a wheel but an invisible person on a vacation watching couples kiss and yada yada.

“For fuck's sake.” Y/N grumbles changing a side snatching the blanket that got stuck under her and sandwiches her face into a pillow when she hears the steel roof atop her creak furiously accompanied by high pitched obnoxious moans.

Y/N's brother brought her along to their Italy trip, his wife’s bestfriend and his own bestfriend tagged along too leaving only Y/N to grump about their wild sex rendezvous.

She’s sleepless, homesick and probably about to get a stomach bug for living in yacht for four days atleast!

What’s so fun about jiggling in your sleep? None perhaps and the waves crashing at night that threatens you to swallow you down to the pit of ocean --- my pal, nothing is entertaining about it. Atleast for Y/N. She’s more of a hill station going person with her pup Frankenstein that oogles out from his small globe like window, comfy in his lil bag that Y/N moves around on her shoulders everywhere.

When the fracas of whatever’s taking place up doesn’t comes to halt, Y/N had enough, she isn’t very versed in coping with such situations since her dorm-mate is very nice.

So, she’s throwing the lid away to pop her head through the square like space and spreads her elbows up the roof, “Aish.” She immediately covers her eyes upon the sight of his brother and his wife doing it.

Their expressions comically panicked as they embarrassingly scrambles to clutch the flimsy sheets over them.

“Who does it all naked under an open sky?” She squeaks out, feeling her pulse tick and she peeks out towards the darkness from the slight gap of her fingers which are barely helping her avoid the scene that’d haunt her for life.

“Them bunnies and monkeys, ‘n many of our kind, Sweetheart.” She rolls her eyes at the familiarity of deep slow rumble that’s a bit slurred, probably from the Tequila they took with them. The voice never fails to froth bubbles in Y/N's tummy and it always involuntarily makes her nails dig into her palms.

Harry and Tina’s bestfriend went out to roam around Italy, or they told so and Albeit Y/N very well knows their intentions were more to exploring the city she didn’t butt in.

“I’ve a name and it’s not, Sweetheart.” She dismisses him with a grumble and his smirk shines through the shadow aggravating Y/N to an extreme she slips down shutting the door (like lid) at the them.

Harry Styles. Y/N's brother’s bestfriend. He’s everything Y/N loathes about. Bright green eyes, silken features and that dopey pearlish smile that makes everyone fall in love with him in nano-seconds.

To Y/N. He is an incubus. A witch that allures people without even knowing.

He’s a narcissistic asshole and Y/N's bad boy dream, unfortunately.

She hates herself for having a puppy crush on him for years now.

That friggin, Asshole.

He’s with everyone but her. It seems as if he’s getting stung by bees upon the mere closeness between them. A lamb ready to bite her down his stomach if she steps a foot near him.

At the moment when she’s sitting with her knees pressed to her chest, swollen eyes and puffy lips from not getting sleep last night.

She’s really hating that Harry looks so hot from the swim he just took as he dries himself sitting opposite to her. The droplets twinkling on his tanned thick body, his trunks wrinkled and bunched up into his thighs baring the tiger tattoo on front, his hair wet and oh so fucking tug-able – Y/N feels like Rachel from friends thinking all of that.

“Stop staring,” She mutters out loud when he wouldn’t stop licking the saltiness from his pink bottom lip keeping his intense gaze on her.

“What did y'say?” He pretends that we too engulfed in something else.

“I said stop staring at me.” Y/N grits. It’s annoying because it’s making her belly feel funny and loopy.

“The hills behind y'are just s'admirable.” He elevates his shoulders a bit panicked from inside and Y/N forced herself to not to twitch her eye when his chest muscles flexes due to his action.

Bamboozled she takes a glance from her shoulder to where he diverted his sight once she caught him. Her nose scrunched up and chin butted in disgust at the scenery, “That’s literally a heap of dead fishes!”

“Better than starin’ into a dead soul.” His lips down turned into a careless grimace and Y/N gasps out loud pushing the strands of her hair sticking to all of her face because of the breeze gush, “Why would you say that!?”

“’Cos you’re so mauve, that’s why?” He just wants to take a piss out of her. Nobody’s around and he’s finally getting time to talk to her even if it just to sit cross legged on her nerves and sip tea.

He’s actually lying. He thinks she’s more than mauve. She’s all those colours that usually macarons have, all those hues that butterflies wings have and all those tinctures that one find in gems then keep them safe.

She’s the colour he misses in his life.

“And you’re so fucking blue!” She grumbles and that slithered a deep wicked smile on Harry’s lips, “Like this deep ocean yer afraid of?” Her eyes widens at that and she almost lunges on her knees.

How did he know? Ofcourse, he'd. He’s everywhere. In every damn picture of wherever they went for recreation.

“I’m not.” She scoffs, her tone inconvenient and hazy as she shrinks into herself.

“Then take a dip,” She wishes that she could wipe that beautiful stupid smirk off his gorgeous stupidly lame face.

“Kiss my ass.” She spat out throwing a cushion towards him that lands on his lap, “I’d love to.” He barks out a laugh that rings through the waves.

“You’re such a stinky asshole.” She hits him with another that dumps against his chest, “Ow!” He feigns hurt with ridiculous comical expressions and throws the cushion back towards her which she successfully dodges, but, it falls behind her into the water.

“Shit.” She complains ducking around the edge of the yacht and stretches her arm to the plausible extent to grab the floating cushion.

Though when the tips of her toes leaves the seat she was on and she’s bending too much for her own sake Harry’s standing upright, “Hey stop —-" But. It’s too late as with a high pitched squeaky shriek Y/N's rolling first and falling into the water leaving Harry frozen for a second.

Panic chokes her throat and she moves her limbs around everywhere splashing water vigorously. Mouth gasping for oxygen but all that comes is salty water filling her mouth and lungs too, maybe as she sinks deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, Y/N!!” He shouts out jumping to save her immediately knowing she doesn’t know how to swim and he’s wrapping his palm around her neck and pulling her from her waist to himself under the water as she watches him with frightened fading eyes.

He comes back to surface quickly and presses her to his chest. She too clings to him for dear life feeling herself drift into a state of unconsciousness and hard to breath while he grabs the deck and lifts her with himself to it.

He doesn’t risk a chance and lays her limp body down and clasps his hands together pushing them against where her heat beats feebly, winces when she spurts out water painfully.

“Baby...fuck.” He pats her soaked pale cheek anxiously when she still remains unresponsive to him, breathing wearily so he does what has to be done.

He grabbed her chin, squished her cheeks making her lips pucker out and wrapped his mouth around hers sucking the water out and spat it out once his mouth was full.

His eyes slip shuts and he slumps with relief when Y/N coughs out loudly into his chest and he brings her into him murmuring assurance into her wet hair.

“You’re okay darling,” His whisper wavers from the trembling of his lips and his fingers divots into her softest of skin when he hugs her tightly, “’M sorry ‘s me fault, Sweets.” He rubs the bridge of his nose to take the sniff of her scent to calm him down and she shakes her head unable to talk, hands bunched up against his tummy.

“You should rest, yeah?” His gaze soft with care and it’s baffling for Y/N that he ever had this side too. Before, she could be on her feet he slipped his strong arms under her and hoists her up and into him without any trouble.

If Y/N wouldn’t be feeling very droopy and breathless she sure would have fought with him, maybe blushed and hid her face into his neck but she’s already knocking out in his arms from the stingy feeling in her eyes that made her super duper sleepy.

Clouds. Y/N's merged into them and they cover every inch of Y/N, wait where am I? She feels real nice comforted around with such warm bedding and she sure knows it’s not hers. The blurry sight infront of her is enough to aware her and a perfectly calloused hand comes rubbing her shoulder when she tries to sit up.

“Not heaven, o'summat.” He chuckles airily. His smile small and a tad awkward, he’s changed into another pair of trunks that are yellow and his upper half now sadly is covered from a blue tee.

“How you feelin'?” Y/N let his question fly over her head and stutters out loudly, “Why you being s'nice to me now?” It etches a frown on his face but soon it vanishes into an expression that Y/N couldn’t pick point.

“You’ve always been such a meanie...” She murmurs glumly. White sheets tangling around her torso as she moves infront of him – their knees touching.

“I umm –-...like you, I guess?” He has never been this nervous and jumblish with words.

“You guess?” She asks and scared that he missed up he rushes out to hold her and to make her believe that his feelings are true.

“No, no! I’m sure. I like you very much.” That puts Y/N into silence where she stares the gleaming jewels onto his fingers and ponders over what he said.

Harry Styles. Her first kiss. Her very first candy love crush and her dream of bad boy actually likes her back.

She tries to ignore the party poppers going inside her body and the drums of happiness rolling around her heart.

“But ... Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy,” She doesn’t meet his eyes smoothing out the crinkles of sheets and her palm halts immediately when Harry hooks his thumb under her chin and raises it gaze lovingly into her eyes with sincerity, “Just ‘cos I stole yer first kiss?”

He laughs out sweetly when she bobs her head vigorously, “C’mon we were just sixteen! I’d have made sure to tell y'to keep it safe fo’ your precious person if I knew back then.” His pupils gleaming with hope and a tinge of eagerness.

The next thing she said with a slight bubbly pout caught Harry off-guard and in awe that how to process what she said with so much liability and vulnerability.

“But you’re my precious person!!”

“Yeah, baby?” He grins with a dimple tutting in and grabs her small cold hands to pull her closer to him.

The sweet name shies Y/N away and Harry thinks she couldn’t be more endearing as he takes her soft looking puffy face in the warm embrace of his hands and bops their noses together.

“Then g’na make sure ‘m your last.” He murmurs feathering his lips to the corner of her mouth that flutters her eyelids like butterflies and she pants out for more with a sweet whine, “Shit. You’re still very candy like since I last kissed ye'.” He giggles stroking his thumb up her cheek and takes a lick of her jutted bottom lip.

“Harry....” She complains tugging his weary shirt, “Yes me baby?” He quips out with those fake surprised eyes he makes with raised brows and puppy gaze.

“Kiss me alre –—,” He's swallowing her words down with the tender smush of his lips against hers in a kiss that’s slow and comforting at first, hearing onto the noises that she creates from tasting him and it deepens into something ardent and red when Harry pulls her over his thighs and guides her arms around his neck.

Their foreheads comes touching. Their hearts in sync and beside eachother. Their tongues loving on eachother.

“Dunno if I could ever stop.” He whispers breaking the knot of spit that connects their mouths with the stroke of his thumb against her shinning lip and pecks that spot twice.

“Then don’t.” Y/N looses her brain cells and only butterflies to whoosh into her skull as she grabs his jaw never letting him go and kisses him harder and rougher this time.

She’s gonna be in oh so much love with this bad boy that’s such a softie for her and she knows that there’s no going back.

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