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mxvladdy · 3 years

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Masterlist- (Updated 04/06)

Hey y’all! While I’m procrastinating working on some more pieces and the few requests I still have to answer I thought I would neaten up my page for more easy access? Anyway this is still a WIP but I will be working on putting in a rules page link and the other fandoms I make content for!

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A/N: Works that are not bold or hyperlinked are in the process of final editing and posting!

Stay warm and safe y’all!

Codex:

✨-New

🌸- Personal Favorites

🌼- Readers Favorites

✏️- Editing

Obey Me!

True Form Series

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Barbatos

Diavolo 🌸

Unrepentant - Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ✏️

One-Offs (Multi Characters)

Smooches & Smooches Prt.2

Sleepy Headcannons

Fall Aesthetic

Professional Musician & Prt.2

Birthday Headcannons

Mistletoe & Prt.2 & Prt.3

Pet Names

One-Offs

Soft - Lucifer

Chocolate Toffee - Satan

Ima Meanie (NSFW) - Mammon

Birthday Boyos

Untouched (NSFW)-Mammon

After the Fall

The Little Things

More (NSFWish)- Diavolo

Put a Ring on It (NSFW)-Mammon

Requests

Loss (tw: mentions of death)

Food Source (tw: mentions of blood) & Part.2 & Part. 3

Emotionally Closed off MC

Under Inspection / Prt. 2 🌼

Incarceration / Prt.2

Worth / Prt. 2 (NSFW)

Overthinking It

Sudden Powers

Pact Contracts

Squishy

Runaway

Asthma Attack

Untouched (NSFW)

A Bit of a Blush

Lost Affections: Prt.1 ; Prt.2 ; Prt 3

Murder Glance: Prt.1

Stronger Together (Beelxreader)

Tidbits

Tidbit- Mammon 1 (NSFWish)

Tidbit- Asmodeus 1

Overwatch

Multi Chapter

(McCree&F!Reader) Dinner for Two: Prt.1/Prt.2/Prt.3

(Hanzo&F!Reader) A Break: Prt.1(NSFW)/Prt.2/Prt.3/Prt.4/Prt.5

(McHanzo) Con Fuoco: Ch 1

One-Offs (Multi Characters)

Talon Sugar Daddies

College AU: Prt.1

Single Dads: Prt.1

Post Coital Fluff (NSFWish)

Naga: Jesse Hanzo

One-Offs

Restless (McHanzo)

Expectant (HanzoxReader)

DMC

Multi-Chapter

Flutter: Prt 2 ✨

Original Works

Shake on it (TW: Death, Dealing with Loss)

Kinktober 2021

Day One: All His Tells (Mammon)- Verbal instruction, Edging, Touch

Day Two: Sitting Pretty (Diavolo)- Cockwarming

Day Three: Dinner and a Show (Dante)- Formal Wear, Mutual masturbation

Cover Songs

Sloth-Battle Theme

Princess Mononoke (Joe Hisaishi) ✏️

Arcadia ✏️

Steel for Humans ✏️

DMC (the animation) -Theme ✏️

#Vladdy Masterlist #Obey Me #Overwatch #wip #music covers

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pseudofaux · 3 years

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Hi! If you have time, something with thigh riding with Ikevamp! Charles, please?

I have NOTHING but time for thigh riding. 😍 I know I made you wait for this one, I hope you see it and enjoy! It’s quick but feels complete. ♥️

(Requests are currently closed, I am finishing up ones from earlier this year. I will post a masterlist when they are all up! Thank you for reading!)

ETA here’s Faust and Vladdy Daddy’s thigh riding post.

“Love this,” he sighs, as if he needs to prove it, as if his happiness were not so evident that you think if he weren’t panting the words would be more chirp than speech. As they are, they come out breathy and low, his exertion bleeding into his grip on you and his words. “Keeping you close, not letting you go.”

Charles holds your waist—not your hips, your waist, that part of you he loves— so firmly that the movement becomes less you grinding against him and more him pulling you close every time your hips push back. He curves around you, cupping your middle and filling his hands with you. He’s smiling wide and bright. Maybe a little too bright. But even from your quick glances at his face when you manage to open your eyes and focus, you can tell it is a real smile. There’s a wet peek of tongue flirting peekaboo out of it as he slides the pink over his lips.

He leans back, just enough to flex his thigh more firmly between your legs, and then comes back because of course he wants to be close enough to breathe in all your whimpers and groans. He slips one hand around your back and splays his hand half against your flesh and half on the stubborn drape of your blouse. It lets you feel him in shades of warmth that go hot as Charles uses the hand to push you forward against him, so he can slide his nose along yours and whisper all the sweetness of his desire.

“Wish I could keep you like this always,” he says. “You’re so hot and vibrant and alive here, and I like how you clutch.”

He might be talking about your hands on his shoulders, but you’re pretty sure he means your thighs and what’s up between them, already weeping for him and making your movement more a slide with every pass. Your bodies are both beginning to sweat, you can feel it at the top of your face, and on your shoulders. His hand behind you pushes you forward and cradles you every time you draw back.

“Tighter,” he grits out in his powerful way of pleading. “Hold me tighter, show me you want me more.”

You try, but your fingers are already so tight in his jacket it takes you a second to let go and throw your arms around him as your hips are moved, pressed, and tugged.

“I do,” you manage to gasp over his loud breathing. He is like a beast all but snarling, you think his breath must be steam in the cool, dark room.

You try to tell him that you do want him, you know he needs those words, but you only get as far as “I wa—” before he’s groaning and sinking sharp teeth into your shoulder.

Just before the pleasure of the bite hits you, you wonder if your sweat changes the taste, but then you are well and completely swept away as you go stiff, then limp. He gulps you down like he can’t be bothered to savor, and does not stop moving you on his leg until you tremble and a weak sound comes out of your slack lips. He catches your wrists behind his neck when they begin to slide and keeps you close.

“So good, so delicious,” he slurs as he brushes his mouth over the bite mark. It is like he is kissing you with the lightest but most heartfelt touch, like he is praising every cell that makes up your skin. He laps up what weeps out of the wound with an appreciative groan.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” Charles breathes against your neck. He licks the skin like a kitten, sweet and rough and a little selfish, but the hand that strokes your back is so gentle you could cry from how treasured it makes you feel.

“Me either,” you tell him. You do love him. So, so much. How could you not?

He goes still, and then chuckles against your throat. “Let’s go again right now, then,” he says in an excited whisper. And the caress of your back becomes a firm, exploratory press.

#ikevamp fanfiction #ikevamp fanfic #ikevam fanfic #ikevam fanfiction #ikevam charles #ikevamp charles #pseu slings

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reading-wanderer · 3 years

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Ectober Day 3: Cryptid

Jack and Vlad go on a Cryptid hunt. Just some good-old collage fun in a dark cave with only one lamp. What could go wrong?

Ectober Masterlist

“Jack, I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Vlad complained, eyes darting to and fro as they walked deeper and deeper into the cave.

“Nonsense,” Jack boomed, throwing an arm over Vlad’s shoulders while the other held their lantern aloft, “we’ll find that Man-Bat down here for sure! Just think, you an me getting the first ever evidence of a Cryptid. We’ll be famous!” Vlad sighed.

“Fine,” Vlad agreed, “but if you get hurt, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He held up his Polaroid instant camera, “lets go get some pictures!” Jack let out a whoop and, letting go of Vlad, ran forward into the dark, the lantern’s light bouncing across the walls.

“Come on Vladdie! Time’s a wasting!” Vlad let out his own laugh and ran after his friend.

“Slow down dude,” he called, “we need to make sure we mark the way back!” Jack skidded to a halt.

“Whoops,” he laughed, “almost got ahead of myself.” Jack shrugged off his backpack and dropped it to the floor with a ‘thunk’. He passed the lantern over to Vlad, who let his camera dangle by the strap around his neck, and started rifling through while Vlad made sure he got enough light to see by. “Ah ha! The Masters-Fenton Glow Spray,” Jack cheered, holding a spray can aloft. He offered the can to Vlad, who took it in his free hand, before grabbing a second can for himself. Once he had his bag closed and back on his back, Jack happily took the lantern back from Vlad.

“Okay,” Vlad hummed, “so an arrow points back the way we came. If we come to a split, we can put a circle at the entrance to the one we take and then, if it’s a dead end, we back track and put an X over the circle and go down the other one. Sound good?”

“Sounds good to me Vladdie!” Jack agreed with a wide grin, “Now lets GO! The Man-Bat’s a-waiting!” He started running forward once more, leaving Vlad to quickly spray down a neon-glowing arrow and chase after him.

-x-X-x-X-x-

“Jack!” Vlad called, pacing around his little circle of glowing paint, “Jack! Where’d you go!” The other man had just been there, but he’d obviously seen something if the loud, unintelligible exclamation and suddenly bolting into the darkness without Vlad meant anything. “Jack, you don’t even have the camera!”

Nothing.

Vlad groaned softly and sank to the floor. He’d be back. Eventually. He would have just back tracked, but there had been some pretty deep holes in the floor in the last large cavern area they had passed through. He fiddled with the camera around his neck. It had a flash— maybe if he took pictures every so often he could make his way out on his own?

It would be such a waste of film, though, and he didn’t make all that much at his job that he could afford to waste money on new film. Plus if Jack came back to look for him, he didn’t want Jack to think he had fallen down one of the holes or something. With a sigh, Vlad reclined on the ground, closed his eyes, and just listened to the sound of water dripping from the stalactites above.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there when a scuffing noise caught his attention. He cracked his eyes open to see if it was Jack with the telltale light of the lantern, but there was nothing there. He slowly sat up and glanced around, as if the black shadows of the cave would suddenly part and allow him to see what that was. His hands clenched around his camera as he sat up straight. He listen closely.

There! He turned, pulled the camera up, and snapped a picture only to shriek as the flash revealed a large, furry, humanoid creature standing not 3 feet from him. It was brownish-grey in color with a snout full of sharp teeth and yellow eyes. The light seemed to startle it, making the creature cringe back. Vlad took the opportunity presented to jump to his feet and run like hell. He just barely remembered to snatch the picture from the end of the camera and stuff it in his pocket before he lost it.

At least the Cryptid hunt hadn’t been in vain, Vlad’s panicking mind supplied as he bolted.

#ectober month 2021 #ectoberhaunt 2021 #ectoberhaunt Cryptid #reader writes a thing #vlad masters #jack fenton #Jack eventually made his way back out to find Vlad sleeping curled up in the car with a blurry picture of something on the floor next to him #I’m not sure what content warnings this would need

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zackcollins · 3 years

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one number away || cavan biggio

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Author's Note: Hi! I'm supposed to be writing a longer fic for a hockey player. But like. I wrote this instead as a way of giving myself something else to focus on so I didn't burn myself out on the other thing by focusing too hard on it. Ya know? Variety is good sometimes. Anyways! GIF credit to anotherhockeypage!

Warnings: There is a mention of a break-in/intruder with a gun. So, if you need to avoid that, that's okay. I have other fics for you to read. There's also mention of the reader whacking said intruder with a baseball bat if you need to avoid that too. And blood if that's something the squicks you. That should be it. Let me know if I missed something though. I'll add whatever I missed!!

Word Count: 2.0k+

Title: One Number Away by Luke Combs

Additional: The reader is gender-neutral! There isn't any appearance description (except mentioning that the intruder is the same stature and height as them. But I left it vague like that so anyone could imagine the intruder being the same build as them lol), but there is the use of the pronouns "they/them" to describe them. I hope that's alright! And I hope you all enjoy this! Let me know what you think because constructive criticism is always welcomed!

Tagging: @whimsical-daydreams

You were at home on a rather quiet night. The night almost seemed too quiet as you sat in front of your television and sipped idly on some coffee. You were watching a baseball game; the Washington Nationals were playing the Tampa Bay Rays. Though, you couldn’t focus on it because you felt anxious about something. Something felt like it was wrong but you couldn’t put your finger on what that was and it was bothering you too much to give your full attention to what was happening on your television screen.

Your cellphone ringing made you startle a little because of how on edge you were. When you saw that the caller ID belonged to your best friend, Cavan Biggio, you relaxed a little. It would be nice to hear his voice because talking to him always calmed your nerves. On top of that, you hadn’t talked for a few days. He had been away with his baseball team, the Toronto Blue Jays, on a west coast road trip; you couldn’t get the time difference to match up with your schedules.

"Cavan, hi!" You said cheerfully as soon as you answered the phone. "It's been a few days. How are yuh--"

"Someone broke in and they have a gun," Cavan replied, his voice quiet. You could tell that he had been crying because of how strained his voice sounded. "Please help. I'm terrified."

You felt muscles tense all over your body. You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if Cavan was shot and injured… or worse. If you were being honest with yourself, you had slowly fallen in love with Cavan from the time you became friends after meeting by chance after a game you attended in Buffalo a few years ago. And for him to call you while he was in this life-threatening situation… yeah. You didn't have time to process that. Cavan's life was in danger. You could handle it when he was safe.

"I'll be right over, hang tight. And don't try and be a hero," you responded before hanging up the phone.

You rushed around, grabbing a jacket, your shoes, and a baseball bat out of the closet since you didn't own a gun. You didn't know how well a baseball bat would hold up against an intruder with a gun but it was better than having only your bare hands.

The ten-minute drive to Cavan’s house was a blur. The next thing you remembered was seeing the windchimes above Cavan's front door swinging back and forth in the wind through the open doorway. You took a deep breath, grabbed the bat, and stepped out of your car.

You walked into the house as cautiously and as quietly as you could. You didn't want to alert the intruder that you were there, lest anything happen to you and have Cavan be put in even more danger. As you made your way around the house, you checked carefully in every room. You were trying to see if anyone was hiding out behind or under anything. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary but you were only through the first floor of the house.

When you made it upstairs, you saw that the door to Cavan's bedroom was open. You also saw a shadowy figure standing in the doorway. You tiptoed across the floor, not wanting to alert whoever it was to your presence.

When you got to the door, you saw that the shadow belonged to someone of about your stature and height. They were pointing a gun at Cavan. Cavan was cowering on the bed with his hands up in a defensive posture. He was also chanting "please don't hurt me" while tears streamed down his cheeks.

Without warning, you swung the bat and hit the person with the gun in the side of the head. They crumpled to the floor with a pained groan as they dropped the gun and clutched their head.

They tilted their head a little to look up at you and then flitted their eyes in Cavan's direction.

"Fuck…." The person on the floor groaned as they removed their hand from their head and looked at the blood. "I can see why he married you now."

You twirled the bat in your hands. Glancing over at Cavan, you saw him shake his head vigorously and give you a pleading expression. You nodded back, giving Cavan a compassionate smile.

You took the bat and pointed it out into the hallway. "If you leave right now," you looked menacingly at the person. They were now sitting up so you took the bat and put it under their chin to make them focus on you, "we won't call the police. It's also not our problem how you explain the head wound. You broke into our house and pointed a gun at my husband. I protected him. You can come up with whatever excuse you want, coward."

“Alright, alright,” the person sighed as they got to their feet. They grabbed their gun and tucked it into their waistband before putting their shirt over the top of it. “I’ll get out of your hair.” They dabbed their head with their hand one last time, wiping the blood on their pants. "Sorry for the inconvenience."

With one last glance at you and Cavan, the intruder walked out of the room. You heard them walk down the stairs. A moment later, you heard the front door close with a resounding thud.

You rushed over to where Cavan was on the bed, draping an arm around him. You cradled his head against your chest, allowing him to cry into your shoulder. Against your better judgment, you peppered the top of Cavan’s head with soft kisses. You also mumbled soft words of encouragement and reassurance in an attempt to quash Cavan’s nerves.

It took a few minutes but Cavan eventually stopped crying. He lifted his head. You looked down at him and brushed a stray piece of hair out of his eyes. Cavan smiled, though it looked nervous and hesitant. He grabbed your wrist and directed it down to his lips. He looked up at you with hopeful eyes; you nodded as you took your other hand and brushed a different piece of hair out of his face. Cavan smiled again before he placed a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist. He ran his thumb along the outside, right over the bone. You took your other hand and cupped Cavan’s face, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You sat on the bed next to Cavan and turned to face him. You grabbed his face and guided it towards you. Cavan swallowed as his eyes went wide and his cheeks slightly reddened. You smoothed your thumb along his cheekbone, humming in satisfaction as you did. Cavan blushed deeper, bringing his hand up and running it along your wrist.

“Stop me if you don’t want his, alright?” You said.

“Alri--” Cavan started to speak but you stopped him halfway by connecting your lips. Instead, he muffled the rest of the word into your mouth before he started moving his lips fluidly against yours.

As you kissed, you felt Cavan place his hand on your thighs. He ran them across the fabric there before he moved his hands up to your hips. He curved his hands along your hipbones, humming softly when he felt you wiggle against his hands. In retaliation, you brought your hands up and circled your thumbs around his chest. Cavan moaned, twitching on the bed.

"Uh… (Y/N)?" You jumped at the voice of one of Cavan’s teammates, Bo Bichette.

"Yes, Bo?" You asked, standing up off the bed and smoothing out your clothes.

"How'd you get here so fast? Cavan’s neighbour just called me when she saw some sketchy dude walk out the front door."

“I called them first,” Cavan piped up from behind you. You turned to look at him and noticed that his face was cotton candy pink and his hair was strewn all over the place. You swallowed thickly, knowing full well you had done that by kissing him.

Bo scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Leave it to you to realize that you’re in love with someone when an intruder breaks into your house with a gun.”

“Fuck off,” Cavan replied, though there was no heat behind his words. “As if you wouldn’t have called Vladdy first if the same thing happened to you.”

You huffed a bemused breath when you saw the death glare Bo gave Cavan in response. Bo looked at you sideways, though he also had no heat behind his intent. You chuckled bemusedly as you sat next to Cavan on the bed again and put your head on his shoulder. Cavan slung his arm around you, putting his hand on your upper arm and put his other hand on your knee. Bo’s face shifted from the glare of death to fondness as he looked at the pair of you.

“You both appear to be alright,” Bo said. “So I’ll go home now. Unless you want me to stay for a while?”

“No, it’s alright,” you replied, glancing up at Cavan. Cavan looked down at you and nodded before he pressed a kiss to your temple. “We’re fine here. I’m gonna spend the night to make sure he’s okay. We’ll call if we need anything, though.”

“Alright. Keep him safe. He’s known to panic and overthink almost everything.”

“I know, Bo. But thank you for reminding me.”

Bo gave a thumbs up and a soft smile before he walked out of the room. You heard him walk down the stairs, mill around in the foyer for a moment (presumably grabbing his jacket and shoes), and then open and close the front door. After waiting a moment to make sure Bo wasn't coming back, you lifted your head off of Cavan's shoulder and turned to look at him.

Cavan took that opportunity to lean in, pressing his lips softly to yours. You showed no sign of resistance so Cavan kept going. You did, however, melt into the kiss, cupping Cavan's cheek. You loved this feeling of kissing Cavan; you wished you never had to stop. You were enveloped in Cavan's cologne. It was a scent you didn't know the name of but it smelled vaguely of the ocean. It was something that had always been very soothing to you because the beach had been a happy place for you growing up; seeing the waves crashing the shore was very relaxing for you.

When you pulled back, Cavan wrapped you in a hug. He buried his head in the crook of your neck. You stayed like that for a moment, Cavan, sniffling softly into the crease of your shoulder and neck. When they pulled back, Cavan looked you in the eyes. His eyes were slightly wet and his cheeks had small tear tracks on them.

"I thought you'd never do that." Cavan smiled, his teeth slightly showing. It made him look so damn adorable to you.

You smiled back, a small blush creeping across your face. "I was just waiting for the right moment." You replied as you wiped away the tear stains on Cavan's cheeks.

Cavan smiled again, rubbing his thumb over your wrist. You blushed harder. Getting your feelings reciprocated was the best feeling in the world. I made you feel like a teenager that was just understanding what love was again. You also felt so alive, like you had finally discovered who you were and what you wanted. It was liberating.

"Hey, Cavan?" You grabbed Cavan's attention by tilting his face to look at you. Cavan looked expectantly at you, raising an eyebrow in anticipation. "How about I just never leave after I spend the night tonight? Somebody needs to protect the house while you're away. And we're dating now, so..."

Cavan smiled, wrapping you in a giant hug. He was smiling as he pulled back.

"Absolutely."

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