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yawnderu · 3 months

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Realistic cat girl who doesn't like attention until she's in heat...?

Like usually a brat, yeah. But you know what cats are doing the second they're in heat? Ass in the face and SCREAMING.

Ghost goes and sits on the couch, cat!girl coming out immediately, Whining loudly, crawling into his lap and just sticking her butt into Simon's face and letting her arms hang off the couch, making air biscuits. All while just wiggling her hips, as if the position is much simon can work with.

(other than eating her out from the back <3)

Yes!! Simon's catgirl girlfriend absolutely dislikes his attention unless she's in heat💗

Simon's eyes were on you the moment you came strutting out of his bedroom, your hard nipples poking out of the shirt you were wearing— one of his shirts, which was still dirty and was previously in the laundry basket only to be dug out by your bratty paws.

He watches in amusement as you say nothing to him, simply offering him a half-lidded glare from over your shoulder as you set on his lap, flexible body taking a few seconds to switch positions, your bare ass right in his face, loud whines and purrs coming out of your body. He tries to move his head away, thinking it's simply one of your bratty displays of ''affection'', only realizing what's going on when you refuse to move, wiggling your hips in front of him.

“That bad, huh?” Simon teases, his calloused hand trailing up from your shoulders to your ass, seeing your back arch instinctively with his touch. You simply let out another loud whine until he gets the message, starting to lift up the shirt while his free hand keeps running up and down your spine.

“Fuckin' hell...” He whispers, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down when he realizes just how needy you are. He stares at your sopping pussy for a few seconds before adjusting your hips and leaning down, his tongue flicking out to taste your slick, his actions a mix of dominance and lust.

He can feel his cock getting hard from just tasting you, half-lidded brown eyes closing when he sees your arms hanging off the couch, fluffy paws making air biscuits while he eats you out. Your back arches just to press your pussy closer to his mouth, making Simon smirk as his tongue continues to lap at your sensitive cunt.

He shifts on the couch, his warm tongue delving deeper into your cunt, his actions becoming needier by the moment as if you're not the one who needs a proper fucking. His free hand comes up to spank your ass, only making your whines grow shamelessly louder.

“Dirty fuckin' thing, shoving your filthy cunt in my face...” He scolds playfully, wanting to see just how bad you were having it. Normally, you would've smacked him in the head with your paw for even looking at you for a bit too long, but right now? All you can do is whine, pushing your ass closer to his face.

“It's not filthy.” Your defiance shines through even when all your warm body needs is to get fucked by Simon, clenching around nothing when you think about having his thick, veiny cock inside you again. He lets out a soft chuckle before pushing you away from him gently, not even having the time to clean his mouth before you're straddling him, lips crashing against his as you rub your sopping cunt against his hardened cock, shamelessly tasting your own juices on his tongue.

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wanderingxiao · 4 months

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BEOO PLSS WANDERER FACESITTING READER IM GOING INSANE

Overstimulating Him

Wanderer x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving), ass eating, Fem! Dom, Subby Wanderer, he’s practically a slut, cursing, and ya know… 18+ only!

A/N: A couple people actually requested a part two to Wanderer’s thigh appreciation post 👀 Well! Here it is! Having Wanderer plant his lovely non-existent butt on your face! I mean… he can always sit on my face too 💙 enjoy!

Wanderer’s thighs trembled harshly beside your head, the heat of his face feeling as if he was about to burst into flames. The entirety of his face was flushed in embarrassment. Sweat beaded on his forehead, the soft silk of his indigo bangs sticking to his skin from the precipitate. His lips parted slowly, a shaky sigh leaving his artificial lungs when he felt your warm breath fan over the flesh of his ass.

“Just… g-get on with it, pest…” Your hand came to smack his ass, making his hips jerk forward, moaning at the sting against his butt. His twitching, oozing cock bumped against your face, making you laugh at such a lewd display from the ever so stoic and lonely Wanderer. “Last I checked… you weren’t the one in control here, Wanderer. Now be a good boy, and plant this lovely ass in my face. Now.”

This was so humiliating, but god was it a turn on. His thighs were already littered with your love bites, his cock twitching and shiny with your saliva from the generous blowjob you had given him. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his bottom to your face, his body shuddering when your hands came to grab at his ass. He could feel you spreading his ass apart, blowing teasingly on his tight hole of muscle.

“St-Stop teasing!” His thighs got tighter around your head, his body becoming resistant to the idea of your tongue inside him. His eyes snapped open feeling the flat of your tongue circle his tight hole, his hands flying to your hair to grip it. His body hunched over you, thighs squeezing your head harshly while his breathing became sharp and ragged. “W-Wait- Hah?!”

Your tongue flicked back and forth over his hole, running teasing circles, your hands beginning to knead his asscheeks in your hands. Wanderer let out a shaky moan, his chest becoming tight with how hard his breathing had gotten. His anxiety was beginning to reach all new highs. How could you do something like this? Wasn’t this what humans consider unsanitary? Was it okay since he was an artificial being? A puppet?

His thoughts were cut off as his back arched with a loud cry coming from his wet mouth. Saliva pooled within his mouth, drool beginning to build against his lips threatening to slip down his chin. Your tongue entered him, feeling the ridges and curls of his insides. The feeling drove the divine puppet crazy. It was so warm, it was almost as addicting as having your tongue swirl around his cock.

“A-Ahh, f-feels good… k-keep going…” His body began to relax slowly, his scrumptiously plush thighs coming to settle beside your head again. He could feel a gaze stuck on him, but he was too scared to look down at you. The way you would make eye contact with him, his dripping cock between your eyes with his balls resting against your nose. “N-No… don’t look at me, hah, don’t l-look at me, ngh!”

You didn’t respond to him, only deciding to thrust your tongue in and out of his hole, making him twitch and writhe above you. Drool finally dribbled down his chin, his adam’s apple bobbing thickly as he tried to swallow all the saliva building within his mouth. His fingers curled in your hair, pulling slightly to have a feeling of support.

Wanderer couldn’t help but begin to buck his hips against your face, his body succumbing to the pleasure. Any anxiety or insecurities about the act disappearing at the feeling of hot pleasure washing over his body. Sensing he was beginning to enjoy it a bit too much, you pulled your tongue out and teased your fingers against him.

“H-Hey! What do you think you’re- Ahh?! Hah~…” You slipped one of your fingers inside him, moving it slowly to look up at his expressions. God did he look like such a whore, sitting there and moaning while his cute little ass was teased and tongue fucked. “You’re a slut you know that, Wanderer? You’re so weak to pleasure… it surprises me you’re not out here throwing yourself at everyone.”

“Shut it!” He snapped, his eyes finally casting down to look at your face. His chest began to feel tight at the sight of affection and adoration written on your face. Despite your words, you only wanted Wanderer to yourself. His cheeks burned brighter, his eyes tearing away from yours to moan loudly when a second finger entered him. “P-Pest! I-I hate you!”

“Mhm, sure you do baby.” You grinned, peppering kisses over his taint and up to his bslls where your tongue curled around his scrotum. His body twitched, pre-cum dripping onto your forehead and into your hair as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth to suck while you fingered him. His moans increased, his fingers pulling on your hair while his thighs began to crush your head again. “Wait! Wait!!! It’s t-too mu- Hah! Ahhh! Can’t- ngh! Can’t take it! T-Too- hah! -sensitive! I can’t! I’m cu- ugh! Cumming! Cumming!”

You pushed your fingers deeper inside him, spurred on by his frantic movements and his loud uncontainable moans. He couldn’t even get a sentence out at this point. His chest was heaving, if he were human he would’ve hyperventilated by this point. He couldn’t control the feeling of intense sensitivity and bliss. He was utterly overwhelmed.

“Hah! Ahh! Ahh! No! Stop! Hah, hah! Ahhnn!!” Wanderer came with a loud moan, his hips bucking against your face, feeling the friction of your fingers deep inside him and your mouth sucking against his balls so blissfully. His cum spurted into your hair, coating the once silky strands with his dirty release. After he came down from his high, he shakily fell beside you, his legs now wobbly from the mind-numbing orgasm. “Cant… do… a-anymore.”

“Shh, hush baby.” You groaned softly, pushing your hair back and coming to kiss his sweaty forehead. Wanderer let out a trembly sigh at your affection and leaned against your chest, relishing in the soft plushness of your breasts and the welcoming feeling of your body heat. “You did so good. Good job baby.” Your fingers threaded through hair soothingly, calming down his overstimulated body to relax in your touch.

“Rest for now. Cause later…” You lifted his chin and kissed his lips. “I’ll claim you for real down there~”

Tbh… slutty subby Wanderer is fucking hot. 💙

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #wanderer x reader #genshin wanderer #genshin smut #wanderer #wanderer smut #scaramouche smut #WXrequests

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rakurairagnarok · 7 months

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Thong out, dumb down

My take on @papermoon357 request.

you want to be changed? Well here you gooo!

Ding dong!

Your doorbell rang. You groggily walked to the sound.

Who would be at the door at this godforsaken hour? You scratch your belly as you slowly make it to the door. You open it, and see a small package on your doormat.

It has a small note attached. "A small gift for our BIGGEST patron <3 Rakurai Inc."

You frown. It must be a mix up, you've never heard of this company, but the box does have your adress on it.

As you walk back inside, you slowly open the box. Inside is a small but stretchy, black thong.

You take it out of the box and hold it up against the light. It seems to be a regular thong, but something about it seems weird.

Maybe the fact that you, who would never wear such a thing, is already undressing.

Maybe the fact that your fingers are weirdly tingly as you slowly put it on.

Maybe its the fact that you look AMAZING in it???

Your mind halts for a bit. That was a primal reaction, which is really out of place for your normally quite timid demeanor.

You turn for the mirror you could almost swear wasn't there before, and snicker.

It does fit nicely but you really don't have the body for it.

You walk away from the mirror, just as something catches your eye.

Your ass is ... bubbling?

It's not quite the right word, but its moving on Its own, in a very unnatural way.

As you continue watching you notice that not only is it moving, it is actually growing!

You put your hand on your seemingly growing glutes to feel, and a giant wave of pleasure flows through your body. You can't help but moan as your hand almost sinks in the soft, jiggly meat that is your steadily growing ass.

Your eyes roll back as you continue groping and feeling up your own behind, not noticing the rest of your body also begins to bubble.

At first it's small, but steadily your legs begin to bulk up. Your previous stick like legs start to grow to a size proportional to your giant butt. Your quads flex, showing thick groups of muscles. Your calves become juicy, while your feet crawl along the floor growing several sizes. A small whaft flies into your nose, a hint of footfunk now forever integrated into your personal BO.

Next up, your flat chest starts to balloon out. Thick, juicy pillows begin to form, which start to bounce slowly pulling your attention away from your perfect, peachy bubble butt. You grope your growing muscle tits, and a stronger, new pleasure wave rushes through your body.

Your hands grow, giving you more to grab your pecs with. You pinch your new sensitive, large nipples, as your bisceps and trisceps bulge out. Your shoulders rounding and back broadening, giving you a slightly imposing posture.

The slight belly you had, sucks in, revealing a slight set of washboard abs, and a nice pair of cumgutters.

As you run your hand down your newly flattened belly, down to your groin, you feel it pulsing against the fabric. Your hand gropes the bulging thong, feeling your manhood grow and push against it. Your balls start to fill, churning, drooping, begging for release.

Your other hand moves up, towards your neck, your jaw, your mouth.

Your neck thickens, Adam's apple pushing out, which makes your moans lower , and lower. Your jawline sharpens, and a slight fuzz sprouts along it. You trace a finger along your soft lips, which have plumped up, perfect for... well... you know.

Your run your tongue along them, almost begging for something to split them apart.

Your face, tired from all the work you have been doing, smoothens. Blemishes dissappearing, a new glow spreading. Your eyes droop, forever in a permanent relaxed state. You have nothing to worry about after all. You don't need to think. People think for you. The only thing you need to do, is look hot and get fucked.

You look in the mirror and smile, such a perfect body. Dick to get sucked, ass to get fucked with plenty of muscles to get peoples attention.

You slaunter around your appartment, grabbing a few clothes to put on. You move back to the mirror, sending a pic to your fuckbud.

Thong out, dumb down.

Hope you enjoy it @papermoon357 , I'm sure your top will.

Hope you'll continue your shopping at Rakurai Inc.!!!!

#transformation #male muscle growth #rakurai #gay tf #male transformation #clothing tf #musk #dumbing down

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luveline · 2 years

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i saw this and thought of eddie and roan and roan hiding the readers stuff so she can't leave

okay i thought it would be so sweet if the first time you eddie asks you to spend the night is totally roan's fault but of course you're down cos it's mechanic girl dad!eddie o.O (fem!reader)

"Eddie?" you call, mildly perplexed. "You didn't move my shoes, did you?"

"Huh?"

You raise your voice so he can hear you over the sound of the washing machine and the running faucet. "My shoes, handsome! Have you seen them?"

Eddie throws the hand towel over his shoulder looking every bit as attractive as your pet name implies, work shirt still tucked into his form-fitting pants, hair pulled away from his face in a wild, low-lying pony tail. "They're right-" He stops at your side, his hand sliding around your back. You try not to melt into his touch. You're supposed to be leaving. "Here," he says, dumbfounded. "They were right here. Um..."

"Maybe I took them off by the couch?" you murmur, more to yourself than him. Eddie rubs a line up and down your hip, the issue more curious than urgent.

"Maybe," he agrees, dark brows pinching together. "Huh."

You peel away from him reluctantly and slip around the couch. There's no shoes in sight, only a very primly sitting Roan in the middle where you left her.

"Hey, baby," you say distractedly, lifting her blanket to check the floor underneath. You search the carpet like they might be hiding in plain view and find nothing. When you pull your head back up she's looking at you strangely. "I've lost my shoes. Have you seen them?"

"No."

You narrow your eyes at her tone, theatrically suspicious. "Are you lying to me, little miss?"

"No," she says again.

Her no's are nervous like she's holding in a laugh. You scrutinise the way she's sitting, the way her back's not quite touching the couch cushions.

"Hmm, okay. Would you help me look, please?"

Roan seems like she might stand and then drops back down. "No."

"No?" You pout at her dramatically, doing your best to look upset. "Okay, I guess I'll look by myself."

Eddie returns from his own searching and shrugs at you. "Babe, I don't know where they are. Seriously, s'like they've disappeared."

You dip your head as inconspicuously as you can toward his daughter, eyes flitting between them both suggestively. His face fills with clarity.

"Roan, you haven't seem them, have you?" Eddie asks, smirking at you.

"No," she lies, obvious and endearing simultaneously. She can't look at him as she does.

"Roan Munson," he says.

She looks up, deer-in-the-headlights. "Daddy?"

"You gonna sit there on your butt or are you gonna help us look?" he asks.

She shrinks with relief for a second before panic flits across her face. Finally, she flops back like she's going to have a sulk and says, "I'm tired, daddy," while giving Eddie the biggest, sweetest doe eyes ever.

He laughs. You glare at him reproachfully and lean down to kiss the top of her head. You can see the rubber toe of one shoe sticking out behind her.

"Roan," you say patiently, squatting down in front of her with her face cradled in your hands. "I need my shoes, baby."

She crumples like wet paper, the kind of quick tears that come with childhood panic. It shocks you into reassuring her, clumsy and nowhere as elegant as Eddie would be.

You move onto your knees. "Roan. You're not in trouble or anything, it's okay."

Fear hits you in the chest like a flat palm. Fat tears roll down her cheeks and pool at the apple of her tiny chin. You throw your gaze to Eddie for help.

He comes to kneel beside you and steal one of her hands, unfurling the tight fist she's made. "You're okay, you can calm down," he says, sympathetic but firm. "Nobody's mad."

"I don't want her to go home," she cries.

You rub your lips together. "You'll see my again on Friday, princess."

"I want to see you again now." Her voice cracks in two different places. You offer your open palm and take her other hand, side-eyeing Eddie for some assistance.

"She can't stay tonight," he tells her regretfully.

"But why?" she demands.

"I have things I need to do. I have to feed my fish, and wash my clothes for work, I have to have a shower. All my things are at my house." You try to explain as Eddie does, calm and careful.

"You can have my clothes."

Eddie chokes back his laughter and runs the flat of his palm up her arm soothingly. "How about... on Friday, if it's okay with Y/N, she can stay and have a sleepover with us?" He looks at you to make sure his offer is okay.

You jump in. "Oh my god, yes! I'll feed my fish lots and lots and bring my pajamas and I'll stay for two days."

"Really?" Roan asks hopefully.

"Really really. I'll be here all night."

She takes a deep breath. Eddie rubs her arm in encouragement for the long, slow minutes it takes her to calm down. You can tell he's pleased at how well she's accepting the compromise.

"Okay," she says, sad but nowhere near as upset as she had been.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"You have to go?" she asks again.

You smile at her and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I have to. You'll be fine when I do, you'll see. And you can't tell me your poor back isn't hurting from my shoes, princess."

She leans forward. Eddie grabs your shoes.

"Thank you," you say. "Doesn't your back feel better?"

"No," she whines.

You frown at her. She takes her hands back and before you have the time to worry she's reaching for your shoulders.

You pull her up into your arms for a hug obligingly. One hand behind her head of dark hair, the other at her back, you rake your fingers through the silken softeness of her curls and smile like a fool. She's small, impossibly heavy, a heat against your chest that feels right.

When you look up you find Eddie staring and give him a sheepish smile. You're not sure how much you're allowed to love her — how could you not? — and you feel a tad embarrassed when he catches you like this.

"Is that cool?" he says under his breath.

You nod voraciously, pat-pat-patting Roan's back. You'd love to spend the night. The thought of sharing a bed with him gives you butterflies.

He turns his head to the side and leans in for a kiss. It's a short peck like he's trying to make it quick, but then he laughs softly and gives you another.

"Thank you," he says.

You clear your throat. "Of course. Can't wait."

more eddie and roan

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crusty-chronicles · 9 months

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is there any chance you could add killua for the airheaded but strong s/o headcanons? If not, then no worries, I just love how you write them!

Yeah, I don't mind but it's gonna be platonic because I'm a little iffy about writing for him romantically. He's just a boy 🥺🥺🥺 This is mostly a crack fic.

BONUS AIRHEADED S/O HEADCANNONS: Killua (HxH)

Honestly tried to kill you at one point

Oh you're strong huh?

Then proceeds to hit you with everything he's got, only to see that it hardly affected you. (Kinda like the way he first treated Zushi)

After that he's petty, but impressed.

Congratulations 🎉🎉🎉 You've earned his respect 🥳🥳🥳

You're basically Gon 2.0

And he hates it

Cannot take you two anywhere

"We should break the lock to get in." Gon suggested.

"Are you stupid?" You scoffed.

"What's the point of having a door if you're just gonna break it?"

And Killua is momentarily at peace that at least one of you has some sense. Until you open your mouth again.

"Obviously we should smash open a window."

And Gon is nodding along enthusiastically

"You're right! What would we do without you 🤩"

And Killua is just 😮‍💨.

He is the parent of the group and I will die on this hill

If Gon's the sun, you're a nuke

He's constantly dragging you away from Hisoka

Nope. Not today

Why do you insist on talking to strangers.

No scratch that.

Why do you insist on talking to creepy strangers????

It gives him a massive headache everytime you almost get abducted.

Honestly thought about putting a tracker on you to avoid this happening.

But then he remembers you're practically indestructible so he drops it.

Is afraid Illumi will come for you and hurt you.

He was never allowed to have friends, and after Illumi threatened you and Gon at the Hunter Exam, he's very protective.

But then he remembers something you said after Greed Island.

"The three of us are all gonna become the best of the best. We're gonna get all wrinkly and old together and still kick butt!!! We're gonna stick together no matter what!"

And it temporarily quells the fear of his brother.

It makes him look forward to that outcome and gives him something to fight a little harder for.

When it comes to fighting, he does get a little envious of how you and Gon just rush in without thinking.

And how you always manage to win despite the circumstance.

But he never feels left behind because of it.

Like with Gon, he won't baby you, just call you an idiot and move on.

You fell?

Get up loser.

You can't read?

Find somebody else to translate. Or he'll make you do it and be laughing nonstop while you struggle to pronounce the word "Apple"

"Gon what color's an orange?"

"An orange is the same color as it's name. Just like a lemon."

Please somebody take you two back to first grade.

Killua is begging.

Even though he won't baby you, he'll rush as fast as he can if you're in actual danger.

You got caught by the phantom troupe?

"Are you completely brain dead!?!!? Where are you!?!?"

Now he regrets not putting a tracker on you.

"This nice clown man gave me candy and told me to follow him." You tell him over CALL.

"HISOOKAAAAA!!!!"

He is screaming and panicking.

You trespassed into the mountains his family lives to see him.

"WHY???? DON'T YOU KNOW ABOUT MIKE!?!?"

And when he gets there he sees you rubbing the monstrous canine's tummy. Petting him and calling him a "Good Boy."

Names he has called you out of spite: Idiot, Moron, Dummy, Psycho, Airhead, Ditz, and probably Pea Brain

On the bright side, you are Alluka's favorite person.

"Give me your ribs."

"Oh, are you hungry? Let's see if we can't find you a smokehouse for those ribs."

And it baffles both souls so much that Nanika accepts that as fulfilling her command.

Plus you have endless amounts of energy that works to drain both girls out. Even when they've both already swapped twice.

Killua designates you her official babysitter when he's busy.

You are a complete lunatic and moron, but you're one of the people he trusts the most.

Even if he does complain about you a lot.

MASTERLIST

#killua x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hxh killua #killua zoldyck #hunter x hunter #airhead s/o #stronk s/o #crack fic #x reader #x y/n #platonic

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Perv! bestfriend!Eddie finds every excuse to be around you and is constantly teasing you until you finally snap and shove him against a wall kissing him, preferably there campaign room, and he just picks you up putting you on the table muttering "finally." Against your mouth.

-🦑

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You're not sure how much more you can take. You've only stopped playing for the night five minutes ago, and Eddie's all over you.

He presses up against you when he slips behind you, a hand on your hip as he murmurs, 'Sorry', by your ear.

He takes whatever you're gathering out of your hands, sure to brush his against yours as you collect dice.

He bends at the waist, offering his back pocket to you when you pluck his handkerchief off of the floor.

"Just stick it in," He urges, a teasing note to his voice as if his words aren't suggestive enough.

Your fingers brush the curve of his ass as you tuck the handkerchief snugly into his pocket, and he jumps a foot in the air, dramatics in full-force as he yelps.

"Cheeky!" He gushes, as if he wasn't the one to tell you to put your hands on his ass. Gareth is still lingering by the snack table, stuffing homemade cookies and vending machine chips into his bag, but a quick, judgmental side-eye at the two of you reveals your compromising position.

With a scoff, 'Jesus,' he's gone, the door shutting behind him with a click.

"Alone at last," Eddie goads, shit-eating grin prominent on his face, "Y'know sweetheart, if you're gonna get fresh with me, you should wait for an empty room. Can't have Dustin see you sneaking your hands where they don't belong."

"You suck." You bump his hip with your own as you storm by him, face set in a scowl as your cheeks burn.

"Oh, come on." He groans, and you hear the tread of his sneakers against the floor as he sidles up beside you. You're arranging the binder he's got notes in, tucking the wayward pieces of paper back into their rings and pockets.

"I'm just teasing, sweetheart." His hands land on your hips, his own slotted just behind yours, "You can't handle a little tease?"

"Little," You scoff indignantly, but it gives him the wrong idea.

"You're right," He muses, hips jutted out to grind against yours, "Massive."

You whirl in an instant. Before he can process your first movement you're onto the next, fingers gripping harshly at his cheeks and yanking them down to hover above your face.

"You're the worst," You grit, ferocious glare set on your face as your eyes burn into his own bewildered ones, "Do you ever stop teasing?"

He licks his lips, breathing heavy through them, "Not- not with you, sweetheart."

"Shut up," You gripe, a hand dropping from his cheek to shove at his chest, "You don't know when to quit, do you?"

His back hits the wall after a few frantic steps away, his shoulders up to his ears as you stalk for him. He lays flat against the wall and doesn't protest in the slightest when your hands yank his waist forwards, creating enough of a gap between him and the wall for you to sling your arms around his neck. As soon as they're secure you butt him back up against the wall, eyes ablaze with intensity as you stare into his own.

"Is this what you wanted, Eddie? Did you want me to slam you up against the wall? Did you want me to manhandle you? Did you want me to snap?"

"Yes," He nods exuberantly, curls bounding around his shoulders, "Fuck, yes, Y/N-"

"What a perv," You scoff, his hips tight enough against yours that you feel a growing bulge, "Are you getting hard?"

He nods again, pretty brown eyes as wide as saucers.

"Pathetic," You scoff, lips mere inches from his own, "Are you gonna kiss me, or do I have to do everything myself?"

He gulps, adam's apple bobbing, "Uh.. I would like it if- if you kissed me."

You roll your eyes, half a mind to mutter under your breath before giving him what he wants. But you can't resist either, and you mash your lips to his in a split second.

His tongue is prodding at your lips the second they meet. It's bold, it's forward, it's Eddie. Your hips buck against his out of reflex when he rolls his tongue over yours, smoothing it as your saliva mixes, and he reaches down to grip your thighs.

"Jump," He murmurs, breaking away only to utter the word. You hoist yourself onto his hips, legs squeezing him tightly as he hauls you off the ground.

"Fucking finally," He breathes, laying you out on the table that you haven't even fully cleared yet, a dice here and a notebook there, "I thought you'd never break."

"Don't ever bait me like that again," He tries straightening to reach for his belt buckle, but you yank him back by the collar, "Understand?"

"Yes," He urges, eyes blown wide as his dick twitches in his pants. His chest heaves as you keep him hovering over you, and his shallow breaths fan over your face, lips still slick with your spit. He stands before you, dick hard and eyes pleading as you keep him under control, and you know he's yours by the desperate rasp in his voice when he responds, "I understand."

"Good," You scoff, fingers uncurling from his collar though he doesn't move away. He surges forwards instead, lips meeting yours hungrily as you struggle to finish, "if you ever try that again, I'll fuck you stupid in your van."

He lets out a gruff groan, tongue trailing along your jaw as he mouths at your neck, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

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lucifersimp333 · 1 year

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Shameless Lucifer

NSFW

18+ ONLY

MINORS DO NOT READ

Content Warning: Alcohol, public sex, hair pulling.

Finally, you and Lucifer have some alone time with each other! You both lied to the brothers saying it was a quick dinner at Hell's Kitchen as a reward for good grades, but little do they know that you two snuck through a portal (Thanks, Barb!) to head to a club in the human world.

AFAB

She/Her pronouns

Lucifer has a black button down shirt, black dress pants, and his finest leather shoes on. You knew he knows how to dress, but your eyes can't help but wonder down his toned back and admire how the shirt perfectly hugs his figure. You both make your way to the bar and you order your drink of choice. Since Lucifer can't get drunk off of human alcohol, you shoved a few flasks of demonus in your purse. "Aaaand this is for you!" You say with a grin, handing him a flask. "Oh?" He says with a cocked eyebrow, " And what exactly is this for?" You roll your eyes, "Oh, come on. You need to let loose, too! No one from Devildom is here. Might as well have a little fun, right?" you say as you sip your drink. He shakes his head and gives an amused sigh. "I suppose you're right. You are quite unpredictable sometimes, MC." he says as he unscrews the cap and takes a swig.

You two spend the next hour or so chatting, laughing, and enjoying each other's company, not minding that you both are slurring your words. You feel your ears get drunkenly hot, and your vision is slightly blurred. Lucifers cheeks have grown rosy and has unbuttoned his shirt just enough to where you can see in between his toned pecks. The DJ plays one of your favorite party songs. You perk up and gasp, "Oh, I love this song! Come on, let's go dance!" you say excitedly. You chug whatever was left in your cup and grab Lucifer's hand, dragging him to the dance floor before he can have a chance to protest.

"You must have fallen on your head thinking I'm going to dance." He says as you two make it to the dance floor, talking a bit louder so you can hear him over the music. "Lucifer, take a look around!" You swing your arm out to emphasize the setting. "No one knows you here, and you will never see these people again." You begin to dance in front of him, swaying your hips to the music. "Just have some fun!" you plea with a drunken smile as you dance before him. Lucifer whips a flask out of his pocket and chugs the rest of demonus inside it. He quickly glances around him to double check that there are no familiar faces. Once the coast is clear, he starts dancing with you timidly.

As the night continues, you and Lucifer get drunker and more relaxed. The drunker Lucifer gets, the more comfortably sloppy he becomes. His shirt is unbuttoned ever lower, now being able to see the top of his abs. Your vision is hazy, but you can tell Lucifer has been inching closer and closer to you as the night progresses. You cant help but admire how well he dances, and my god how fucking sexy he looks. A few strands of hair stick to his forehead from sweat, his chest and torso glistening under the dance lights. Even with the flashing lights above the dance floor, his eyes still shine the brightest. His adams apple extra prominent as he breathes through his mouth while he stares hungrily at you. Your gaze wanders to his hips, glued to his pelvis swaying to the music. You've never seen him so carefree. Never in a million years did you think you would see Lucifer thrusting his pelvis so lustfully slow in a public setting. Who would have thought that relaxation looks so fucking sexy on him? With liquid confidence flowing through your system, you spin around with your back facing towards him. You begin to grind your dance moves into him, butt pressing against his pelvis. Lucifer smirks a sinister grin and places his hands on your hips, guiding them to the beat of the music. He makes your hips roll in a circular motion, rubbing your ass against his clothed dick. You feel his bulge press between your ass cheeks, turning you on by the second. You bite your lip to the newfound warmth between your legs and continue to dance on him.

Lucifer takes his right hand from your hip and glides it to the front of your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. He then inches his fingers closer and closer to the underside of your skirt. While dancing against your back, he places his face in the crook of your neck and begins giving it open mouth kisses. You gasp and lay the back of your head against his chest. It's surprising having Lucifer this shameless in such a public place. You quickly shoot your eyes across the dancefloor to make sure no one can see the immodest acts Lucifer is committing. Everyone else is in their own world dancing with their friends and partners. You let out a soft moan as he bites down on the flesh of your neck. You spread your legs ever so slightly from the wet arousal you feel brewing between your thighs.

Lucifer traces his tongue to your jawline, giving it little hungry nips. He slides his index and middle finger from your panty line to under your underwear. He spreads your pussy lips and begins to rub your clit with his middle finger. You press all your weight on to his torso and moan quietly, worrying how raunchy you may seem if someone were to see. You wrap your left arm around to hold the back of his head, gripping a handful of his silky black hair. He growls at the tug, sliding his fingers into your heat.

You turn your head so your mouth is pressed against his ear and whimper, " Lu-Lucifer, what is someone s-sees?". You struggle to keep your legs stable as the crowd of people dance around you, oblivious to you getting finger fucked by Lucifer Morningstar. "Who cares? Let them watch." He says with a slight slur to his voice. He shoves his fingers deeper inside you, biting down on your jugular. "You want them to see you creaming on my fingers, don't you? You naughty girl." He continues to finger fuck you under your skirt, still dancing slightly to blend in with the movement of others around you two. You tug on his hair as the sounds of your moans are drowned by the music. With his free hand, he runs his slender fingers up from under your shirt, under the bottom of your bra and begins to play with your nipple while fingering you. With all of your weight on him, you moan and buck your hips forward. Lucifer groans at the sound of your moan, toying with the inside of your weeping pussy. Unable to take any more, Lucifer slides his fingers out of you and grabs you by your arm. He sucks your slick off his two fingers as he drags you through the crowd to a lounge booth in the back corner of the club.

The back corner of the club is far from the bar and dance floor, free of people. Though people are too far away to pay attention to you, you have full view of everyone present in the club. He sits on the cushioned booth and unzips his cock free. He hastily pulls your underwear down to your ankles, keeping your skirt secure around your waist. In one swift motion he grabs your hips and forces you to sit down on his dick. You let out a yelp of pleasure, eyes glued to the crowd in front of you. "B-but Lucif-", you try to say, just to be interrupted by his hand covering your mouth from behind you. He bites your earlobe, "Just look at all those people, MC" he slurs in your ear as he begins to thrusts his dick in and out below you. " I bet you want them to watch." You moan behind his hand and slam your hand back on to his shoulder. With his free hand, he grabs a fist full of your hair and forces you look at the crowd in front of you. " Watch them, MC. Watch them while I fuck you." He growls in your ear, still keeping his left hand over your mouth while forcing you to look by the roots of your hair. You feel and hear his heavy breathing in your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You whine behind his mouth as you stare at the crowd with Lucifer plowing you from below. What if someone were to see? What if someone turns around and decides to sit in a booth? The risk turns you on even more, causing you to cream on his dick. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you reach your peak, moaning shamlessly in his hand. If it weren't for the music playing, for sure, the whole room would have heard. Lucifer reaches his climax shortly after you, grunting in your ear as he's biting down on your lobe. He fills you up with his hot demon seed.

Maybe The Avatar of Pride isn't too afraid of humility after all.

#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me smut #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer smut #lucifer smut

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oldtvandcomics · 3 months

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The Lucifer/Alastor rivalry is so fun, because, well, Hell's Greatest Dad sing-off, but also, while they have strikingly similar designs, Alastor is much, MUCH better at being satanic than Lucifer is.

First of all, they really look VERY similar. In a show where every character has such a unique design, I remember feeling disappointed the first time I saw a picture of what Lucifer would look like, because it was so similar to Alastor. Same general shape, same coat, they even both have a staff of some kind. Only of course, if you were to remove all the apple, snake and radio elements from their costumes and show this picture to someone who doesn't know Hazbin Hotel and ask which of the two is the Devil, they would definitely pick Alastor. He is taller, wears dark red instead of white, and his ears look like horns.

It goes even further. Among all demons, Alastor is by far the most demonic. When he transforms he really becomes absolutely monstrous. Lucifer meanwhile is angelic.

Within the story, Lucifer doesn't do much, especially not any Devil activities. He's just trying to dissociate from his depression by making rubber ducks. Meanwhile, Alastor is the one who is working hard on gaining power, he is the one manipulating people, killing those who get in his way and chaining souls to himself by making deals. He is the one who uses his political connections to get Charlie an army at the end, and despite not being able to kill Adam, he does a very good job holding his own against him.

Hell's Greatest Dad was not about being Charlie's father figure, it was about Alastor trying to take Lucifer's place. Quite literally. "Can you butt out of my song!" "Your song?! I started this!" "I'm singing it, I'll finish it!" Yeah, so this is at the same time about 1) the literal song they're singing, 2) Charlie's life, and 3) Alastor taking Lucifer's place by pushing him to the side.

I still don't know why Alastor decided that picking a fight with Lucifer upon sight was a good idea, but, like, we can all agree that he is aiming for his place, mostly by getting Charlie to depend on him. Which is also what his line in Ready For This was: "She's filled with potential that I could guide / Stick with her you'll be on the winning side!"

Many people theorize that Alastor is the final bad guy in the show. I don't think so, he is WAY too likeable. He is, however, firmly on his own side, and will go against Charlie if he thinks that he'd benefit from it. And then switch back the last moment, obviously. He panicked now about being too kind, next season, he's going to try and be more ruthless, try to stop caring about the people he clearly started to consider his friends. But he has to end up on the side of the heroes for the audience to be happy. Villains need to be destroyed, we do NOT want Alastor to be destroyed.

No, in my opinion, he is going to take Lucifer's place as the Devil.

#no idea what Lucifer is going to do but he clearly doesn't want to actually rule Hell #put him in charge of redemptions and he'll be MUCH happier #meanwhile Charlie will be obviously Queen of Hell #with Alastor as her right-hand man #at least that's how I would write it #I'm looking forward to the next season #Hazbin Hotel #analysis #Alastor #Lucifer Morningstar #this was fun to write

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fluloa · 1 year

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my headcanons for the sully family

JAKE:

- has an apron that says ‘kiss the chef’

- has thought about getting an ear piercing and would like to

- always itchy, like will be constantly scratching at a random part of his body during a casual conversation

- had a loner phase when he was in middle school

- doesn’t like fuzzy things, he hates the texture and the way it feels on his skin, gives him a bad type of goosebumps

- adhd. said what i said

- flexes his big dad muscles every chance he can get (good for him tbh)

- finds it so relaxing when neytiri plays with his hair

- is a big purrer, to the point where it’s embarassing and he HATES it but he can’t help it

- cries every single time he watches the start of finding nemo

- hates watching reality tv

NEYTIRI:

- loves watching reality tv

- bites off her toenails (sorry not sorry)

- really likes apple juice

- loves the song cover me in sunshine by pink, every time she plays it, lo’ak screams out in agony

- a sad beige baby mom

- makes weird faces when feeding babies and does the sound ‘nom nom nom’

- loves cats. jake got one for her for her birthday and he doesn’t think she’s ever seen her happier

- wine lover and proud (especially with these little shit of a kids)

- has a collection of perfumes and jewellery that she only touched like once or twice. poor girl just forgets about them bc of all the stress she’s holdin

- the type of mom to demand every kid’s room is clean when somebody is going to be over. lo’ak is always the one to say “they won’t even be coming into our room!”

- lo’ak gets a whooping for that

NETEYAM:

- asks jake for his old band t-shirts

- loves water parks and will say weeee when going down the slides

- lets tuk put makeup on his face. but that stopped after she used some cheap shop makeup on him and he got an allergic reaction from it

- sometimes he wears belt with his jeans and it is funny

- always forgets to knock before opening doors. once caught jake butt naked and has never been the same again

- his favourite color is purple but he says it’s blue so that people don’t make fun of him

- loves playing laser tag even though he sucks ass at it

- he’s a fan of marvel and he’s always first at the cinemas when a movie comes out

- likes to skateboard. surprisingly very good at it since he’s only used it like ten times since he got it for 12th birthday

- for some odd reason, he really likes helping neytiri out with grocery shopping? also a guilty pleasure to pick out some of his favorite snacks and being the perfect little son that he is, neytiri always says yes

- brushes his teeth DAY AND NIGHT without a skip

KIRI:

- definitely plays my singing monsters

- had a monster can collection phase (will not admit to it although)

- that being said, had an ‘indie kid’ phase and begged norm for a couple of unused cds so she could paint them

- listens to mitski and lana del ray and flexes it to people and attacks them if they say they don’t know who they are or they don’t like their music

- wants her septum pierced but by neytiri’s words, “i’d rather die.”

- does her own hair, hence why it’s so messily beautiful

- neytiri cuts her hair though, as much as she doesn’t like to admit it

- would really like a tattoo, but neytiri has said no obviously

- tried asking jake for the tattoo, but jake was terrified of neytiri’s expression so he said no

- then tried to do a stick and poke and it failed miserably (rejected from her skin a week later)

- weirdly insecure of her nose, sometimes she likes it, sometimes she doesn’t

- jumps on the trampoline with tuk until she’s passed out from exhaustion

- plant lover. like seriously has a dozen in her room and will panic if she hasn’t gotten the time to water them for a day

LO’AK:

- plays mortal kombat and has an addiction to it. will yell out fatality when putting neteyam in a headlock

- begs neytiri for waves (she always says no, thank god)

- has got led lights in his room that are stuck to the wall with shitty sticky tape. you can easily see it, too

- always facetiming tsiyera but half of the time she doesn’t answer

- the type to lick chip dust off of his fingers until the last speck is demolished

- SATURDAYS ARE FOR THE BOYS

- has a pet fish and secretly adores her, her name’s shelly and will go into deep detail if you ask about her

- favorite food is doritos and takis

- was a ‘all girls are the same’ type before he met tsiyera

- wears his worn ass jordans religiously

TUK:

- has a pink ipad

- makes her own fake youtube tutorials on said ipad. kiri sneakily watches them when she’s sleeping

- can do an impressive amount of tricks on the trampoline and each time she learns a new one she yells out, “DAD!!! DAD, DAD, DAD, COME WATCH THIS!!!! DAD!! DAD!! DAD!!!!”

- her heart broke when jake with a few drinks in his system decided to jump on the trampoline on a party night and ended up tearing a massive hole in the middle of it

- has a CRIPPLING obsession with slime and neytiri absolutely hates it. always searching up ‘how to make slime no borax no glue’ and always makes a mess of wherever she makes it

- SHE LOVES DISNEY and her favorite princess is moana

- begged neytiri to let her dye the ends of her hair purple. neytiri used one of those ten washes dyes in a box and didn’t bleach her hair before because “no way am i putting bleach in my daughter’s hair” when it didn’t work because tuk’s hair is literally pitch black, she cried

- she literally loves the low space buns hairstyle and will forever ask neytiri to do it for her. but will end up crying because of how hard neytiri pulls her hair (it’s not even that hard)

- has a huge collection of squishmallows (jake got her them all)

- doesn’t actually like chocolate but loves candy

- the type to bounce on neytiri and jake’s bed to wake them up

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Walking on Sunshine 1

Sister series to Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Warnings: non/dubcon, antisocial behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: God The Bounty Hunter x reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You hum as you enter the break room. The aroma of dark roast tickles your nose as your eyes narrow in on the kettle. You’re not much of a coffee drinker, you're one of the few in the office who enjoy the packets of hot cocoa they keep in the big glass jar. You keep a stash of your own special flavours in your desk for particularly dull days.

As you cross the room, you slip and throw out your arm to keep from landing on your butt. You set your feet straight, gripping your mug tight as you’re near-shatter experience courses through you icily. That was too close.

You look down at your feet and the small puddle of coffee there. How irresponsible. Someone spilled and didn’t even clean it up. You could’ve been really hurt. In fact, you think you pulled something.

You take careful steps and trade your mug for the roll of paper towel. You set to cleaning up the mess, sopping it up with the cheap two-ply. You take a handful of soaked paper towels and dump them in the bin. You rinse your hands and flip on the kettle, shaking off the last of your adrenaline.

You tap your fingers on the counter top as you wait for the water to boil. You take one of the cardboard stir sticks and keep the rhythm against the brim of your cup. The apple-shaped mug is one of your favourites, though a bit more teacherly than office dweller.

You tear open a packet as the kettle begins to tremble. You let out a few lyrics without thinking as the dang earworm won’t leave your head. “I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby, I’m su-u-ure…’ You’re not much of a singer and it’s terribly off key but you could dance right there.

You pour the powder into your cup and add the hot water. You switch between singing and humming the words you don’t know. The chocolatey smell tugs at your empty stomach and you lift up your mug happily, turning on your heel only to stop short.

Your lyrics almost turn to a scream as you find someone watching you. You’re embarrassed to think they witnessed your little karaoke session. You give a sheepish smile and adjust your grip on the mug handle.

“Uh, hi, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear… I didn’t think anyone else was around,” you eke out, swallowing a giggle at yourself.

The man just stares. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move. You’re choked by his stagnant silence. Your cheeks twitch as you fight to hold your smile in the wilting tension.

“Anyway…” your voice quakes, “it’s all yours, I’m just going to go back to my desk.”

You slowly cross the floor, watching him as his eyes follow you. There’s no expression around his alert eyes. He’s just staring. At you. Gaze following you diligently to the door. You smile a bit bigger before you dip out into the hallway.

His blue irises are stamped into your mind. Brilliant and bold. Eyes that say much more than he did.

You think you recognize him but don’t think much about it. The office is big and it feels like you see new faces every day and forget just as many. You’ve never been very good with names either.

You finally catch your breath as you get back to your cubicle. The unusual encounter flits away as you refocus on your work. You wiggle your foot and fidget in your chair, the squeaking of the old wheels drawing the agitated sighs of your neighbour. You still and glance over as a streak of colour distracts you.

That girl again. The one in the bright sweater. Her clothes are so cute. Your own style is eclectic in a different way; thrift store chic, you call it. You smile as her bubbly gait bobs a few rows down from you and she disappears back into the corporate zoo.

You haven’t made any work friends, people just seem to tolerate you but she seems cool. You’re a bit too shy to introduce yourself as you think you have a few years on her. You don’t want to come off desperate or anything.

You exhale wistfully and make yourself go back to your emails. You really need to stop getting so easily off track. You can’t handle another poor performance review.

You swivel back and as you go to rest your chin in your hand, you nearly yipe. Your eyes round and you sit up straight. That man! He’s watching you again. He sips from a gray mug as your lips part cluelessly. Why is he doing that?

You look over your shoulders, checking if perhaps he is looking at someone or something else. There’s nothing but a cubicle wall. You turn back and he’s gone. Huh?

You’re thinking too much. He probably just saw something else. Besides, people don’t notice you. Only when you do something wrong.

You swallow and look down at your hot chocolate. You lift it and blow over the top, tentatively sipping from the hot porcelain. Mmm, it always makes everything better.

#god the bounty hunter #dark god the bounty hunter #dark!god the bounty hunter #god the bounty hunter x reader #ghosted #drabble #series #au #walking on sunshine

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noria-sweetie · 2 months

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Wally Darling x Reader - Unforeseen Friendship pt. 10

Part 1 - Part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - You - Part 10

GO BACK HOME? | GO TO NEIGHBORHOOD!!

The sound of your alarm clock going off sounded out, blaring loudly making your eardrums vibrate slightly, you gave a sleepy moan as you reached over for your phone, and you hand patted the bed a few times before you came into contact with the cool surface. You rolled on your side lazily as you turned on the phone your eyes squint as you looked at the time. "10:30... ugh!... Already?" You mumbled sleepily as your arm plopped back down heavily on your bed and your breathing slowly evened back out.

It was quiet as you drifted back off to sleep, but the bedroom door suddenly slammed shut making you sit up in your bed in a blined and sleepy panic. "I'M UP!! I'M UP!!" You yelled as your eyes darted around the room, the blinds to your window rolled themselves up your bathroom door swung open, your tap turned on and the sound of the water rushing out reached your ears. "Ugh!!" You groaned out in annoyance before you threw your cover off of your body. "Why must I go to work today~!!" You whined out as you practically dragged your butt to the bathroom.

You sighed sleepily as you stood in front of your mirror, your hair was a mess and your clothes wrinkled but you didn't care, you yawned as you got started on your morning routine. It wasn't long before Wally joined you as he usually did, he was such a dapper young gentleman. You both wandered around the house, getting yourselves together for the day, Wally was always done before you, happily eating his apple slices at his little table while he watched TV happily.

You were sitting on the couch, curled up as you drew and worked on commissions that people sent in on your vacation. You were deep into your world when the doorbell rang, you perked up from your seat as you looked over at the door and back at Wally. He was in the middle of biting an apple slice as he stared at the door in wonderment before he looked back at you. You smiled at his cuteness before you got up from your seat, neatly sitting your iPad down on the table, you pointed at Wally as you did so. "Stay there and don't move." You ordered. He nodded his head in understanding and you nodded your head back in acceptance before you walked over to the door.

You looked through the peephole, only to see nothing there. You backed away from the peephole in confusion as you looked around back at Wally. He was sitting on his little chair, swinging his feet as he chewed on his apple slice, he smiled and waved at you and you smiled back before your face went back to confusion and concern. You stepped back from the door, ready to go back to the couch when the doorbell rang again, only this time a knocking was followed after it. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard the doorbell ring, and you looked back at the door as you walked quickly over to look out the peephole, only to still see nobody there.

You pulled back as you stared in confusion before you decided to unlock the door, you cracked it open and were still greeted with the same emptiness. You opened the door wider as you pocked your head out, looking behind the door and around your yard. "Hello?" You cautiously called out. "HI!!" Came a high-pitched voice. "OOUWWO!!" You cried out as you jumped, your eyes darted around as you looked for the voice. "Down here, silly~!!" Came the voice again, you looked down and your eyes widened. "HI!!" She said again as she waved her hand excitedly. You stared down at her in shock as you tried to process what you were looking at.

She was a very bright pink, her hair was long, blonde, and thick, and was pinned up in a hightail, she had two little horns sticking out of the top of her head, they looked like candy corn. Her eyes were big and wide and full of joy, and her nose was small and orange. She wore a short sleeve, white collared, cute, poofy, strawberry-colored dress, a cute little yellow necktie around her neck, and a white belt to stitch her waist. The bottom of her dress was layered with a bright bubble gum pink and a sun kiss yellow. Her tights were very unique, as they were a green that faded into a pretty blue, and she wore cute little white shoes.

You stared at her for a moment longer before her giggles brought you back to earth. "HELLO!? IS ANYONE HOME IN THERE~!?" She teased as she knocked on her own head to reference you. You gave her a crooked smile as your nervousness peaked through. "Hehehe..." You gave an awkward chuckle. "YOU SEEM NERVOUS!! BUT THAT'S OKAY~!!" She sweetly yet loudly said. She seemed to speak loud without realizing she was. It was cute but slightly annoying. "Sorry... Umm, what can I do for you?" You asked her kindly. She opened her mouth to speak but the sound of a young man's voice caught your attention. "JULIE!!! YOU CAN'T JUST RUN OFF LIKE THAT!!" He shouted as he ran across the street.

She looked back in wonder before she smiled. "OH, SORRY JACK!! I JUST GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THE PRETTY FLOWERS!!" She explained as she pointed at the flowers. He looked over to where she was pointing at as he huffed while he walked up your little sidewalk. "Roses, I should've known." He said in a tired voice as he bent over his hands on his knees as he did. You stared at him, your eyes wide and unblinking. "Julie... You can't just run off like that, anything could've happened to you." He scolded her as he looked at her with a stern yet concerned stare. She ducked her head guiltily as she placed her hands behind her back while she kicked her feet. "I'm sorry." She said in a small voice.

It nearly broke your heart to hear her sound like that. It seemed to do him the same way as he gave a defeated sigh, he got down on one knee as he looked at her. "I'm not mad Julie, I'm just worried about you is all, you can't just go running into other people's yard, it's no-" He stopped in the middle of his lecture as he looked in your direction for a split second before he did a double take and he stopped speaking. You looked down at him curiously, your mind racing as to why he stopped. Julie noticed his strange behavior also, making her look up at him in wonder before she followed his gaze. Her eyes widen and they gained that happy gleam back as she gasped happily.

"WALLY~!!" She shouted with joy as she jumped, her arms high above her head before she ran towards you. You looked down next to you, seeing a curious Wally poking his head out between your hip and the door frame. His curious stare turned into recognition as he smiled happily at her. "Hi, Julie!!" He excitedly said back as he waved at her, Julie snatched Wally out by his collar and she trapped him in the tightest and most dangerous-looking bear hug you've ever seen. "OH WALLY, HOW I'VE MISSED YOU!!" She shouted as she swung a relaxed-looking Wally around like he was a ragdoll.

Her eyes widen for a second as she gave a dramatic gasp before she dropped Wally as she grasped her face, Wally fell to the ground on his butt, giving a little "Oof" as he did. You winced at his pain, but he seemed to smile once more as he stared up at her with his usual laid-back smile. "OH WALLY, IT WAS AWFUL!! ALL I REMEMBER IS THAT EVERYTHING WENT BLACK FOR A REALLY, REALLY LONG TIME!! THEN THERE WAS ALL THESE SCARY NOISES AND THUNDER AND LIGHTING, AND THEN- AND THEN- AND THEN- THERE WERE THESE PEOPLE WEARING THESE FUNNY OUTFITS AND THEY PUT ME IN THIS FUNNY LIQUID AND THEN THEY PULLED OUT ALL THIS PAPER AND- AND-" She shouted as she walked in circles, her arms flapping about as she went over her experience.

"Julie, Julie, Julie, calm down." Jack said, as he grabbed her by her little shoulders, she looked at him with wide eyes as she huffed and puffed her eyes wide with excitement. You cringed at her over etusiatism. 'Man, I was lucky to get Wally.' You thought, grateful to have stumbled across Wally and not Julie. No hate to the girl, but she was just a little too wild for you, Jack was good. "BUT I CAN'T!!! IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE SEEN WALLY~!!" She shouted as she flapped her arms excitedly, he chuckled at her enthusiasm as he stared at her with a loving stare. "I know you are, Julie, but you've got to calm down." He explained patiently. You stared at the two, lost in thought over this new revelation.

'I'm not alone anymore... I'm not the only one... How many more?... How many more people are out there like me... dealing with this?' You thought, as your eyes gleamed in renewed hope. Jack looked up at you and he smiled, from the look in his eyes, he thought the same thing too.

'I'm not alone.'

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orangepanic · 12 days

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Voices in the Night

Ikki couldn't sleep. The moon was too bright and there was a hummingbird moth that kept tap tap tapping at her window and her head was too full of thoughts. So up she went, using a cushion of air to glide down the hallways so her mother wouldn't hear her steps and be cross.

Once outside the moon was even brighter, like a big wheel of sky bison cheese. Ikki couldn't see the hummingbird moth though. What she did see was a butt. A butt with dangly legs hanging out of one of the open windows.

"Hello, Mr. Butt!" she chirped. There was a yelp and then a man tumbled out into the bush. When he stood he had sticks in his spiky brown hair. "Oh, hi Mako," she corrected.

"Shh!" Mako pressed his finger to his lips like a teacher. His face was all red and his shirt was unbuttoned. "I was only, um, looking for... yeah." Then he took off running across the grass.

"Bye Mako!" Ikki whispered, waving. He was funny. No wonder Korra liked him.

She turned and walked the other way around the residence. A lot of people had been staying on the island lately to help her dad with what to do after those scary Equalists and making a new council and stuff, so she wasn't surprised to see a flickering light on in one of the detached residences.

"I'd never leave you unsatisfied," said a low voice, followed by a wet sucking sound. "Until tomorrow then." The flickering light bounced a bit until it was outside, where it resolved into a tiny flame carried in the hand of a young man Ikki had known all her life.

"Hi, Iroh!" she called. "Can't sleep, too?"

Iroh jumped like someone had blown air up his pants. The flame in his hand winked out. When his eyes finally settled on her she saw him sag in apparent relief.

"What are you doing out of bed, munchkin?" he asked quietly, jogging over. "It's late."

"There was a moon and a hummingbird moth and Iroh, what are all those red smudges all over your mouth? Were you kissing? Oh it'd be so romantic! Who were you kissing, Iroh? Was it a princess? Are you gonna make her a princess? Where's your belt? Are---"

Iroh clapped a hand over her mouth and steered her back in the direction of the house. "I wasn't here," he whispered in her ear. "There's extra candy in it for you tomorrow if you can remember that."

"Mwhf frn nu---" Iroh released the hand over her mouth. "Okay, goodnight General Not Here, I like rock candy, the apple ones, and I hope it was good kissing and that you go home and have good dreams about your princess where you get married and I'm invited and you fly away on a dragon together into the sunset and have lots of babies."

Iroh rubbed at his mouth with the back of his hand, blushing. "Go to bed."

Ikki waved at his back and started back to the front door. The idea of candy made her remember there were leftover sweet buns in the kitchen which no one could tell her she couldn't have if they were asleep.

Suddenly a dark shape detached itself from the shadows of one of the far buildings. Ikki stopped in her tracks. There were no more Equalists, her father said, and no bad guys coming to get them. Still, something about the way this person moved screamed "bad guy" all the same. He wasn't walking so much as slinking. A slinky bad guy slinking away from who knew what badness.

Ikki opened herself and sent a jet of air at the man's back. He stumbled with a grunt and wheeled on her and he was old! Old like her daddy was old, with wrinkles and bushy eyebrows and a stripe of white down the middle of his gray hair like a skunk bear.

"What are you doing, kid?" he growled.

"We don't want any Equalists," Ikki said firmly, hands on her hips.

The big man's posture relaxed. Then, of all things, he laughed.

"Me, neither, kid," he said. "I hate those buggers."

Ikki snorted. Buggers. Like bugs. "So why are you slinking?"

"Visiting an old friend," he said. He rubbed at the corner of his mouth and smiled. "We're getting reacquainted. I like doing that on your island. It's fun for me. Do you know what irony is?"

Ikki did. "It's what auntie Lin bends."

A grin cracked across the man's craggy face. "She sure does bend alright," he said. Then he shook his head with a sharp laugh and started off in the direction of the ferry. Ikki wondered if he was going to meet Mako and Iroh for something. Maybe they were having a tea party.

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cluzi · 1 month

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Succession, you will always come to me as a long lost friend whom i once picked apples with in papa’s orchard

One year ago, today, Succession final season premiered and I was so excited but sooo naive for not considering the total collapse and heartbreak I would endure in the following 10 weeks. I remember talking shit about Shiv and Kendall for not sticking with Roman on The Indipendent Route, for choosing to bang heads and butts with Logan again. I remember feeling sorry for Connor's rehearsal dinner like there was something actually wrong in the air and the something was Roman being the considerate one in that situation. I'LL NEVER FORGET THE ROMAN GERRI FIGHT ON THE BOAT and how grief brought the siblings together in such a profound, even healing way. And, after that, how they stabbed each others more violently than ever, leaving me questioning myself and my role as an only sister and daughter for weeks, after that. I don't think I'll ever feel for another show what I felt for Succession. Maybe someday I'll be able to watch the last two episodes, again.

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rinbowaman · 8 months

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Hiiii weird question but would heethan let y/n eat/lick his ass can u make a drabble or something of her asking him😭

you don’t have to answer it’s fine hehe love your work

Lol. Well….I’ll add my notes on the bottom but here’s a small Drabble of how that would go.

“Just a Taste….”

warnings: smut, butt licking, oral (male and female receiving) fingering…..

The internet is such a strange intervention that has done a lot for humanity. It had made you wonder how people were able to survive without it, considering that you could take someone with absolutely no knowledge in a specific profession, yet teach them the basics by having them watch a simple YouTube video. If you wanted to learn how to cook, learn a language, teach yourself how to sew, train your dog, or repair your dishwasher, all could be obtained within an hour of searching and exploring the web. Things like, getting tough stains out of clothes, fixing your phone, or……how to turn on your boyfriend by licking his rear end. Now, had you been taken back from when you first started college, before meeting and dating Heeseung, it’s safe to say that your mind wasn’t open to doing such lewd activities…at least that’s how would have thought of it, lewd.

Being with Heeseung has not only expanded your mind, his love and crazed obsession with you, along with his insatiable desire for you had turned you into a sex bomb. You may not have been bold enough to initiate it, but once he got started, and ordered you to do something at his bidding, you did it without any second thought. His love took your pretty, girl next door image, and once behind closed doors, transformed you into a vixen. Never had you thought you would find yourself open to ideas that would otherwise normally disgust you, such as savoring his rear end.

Tonight was just like any other night, with you and Heeseung cuddling up on his bed, watching Netflix. He sat with you in between his legs, cradling you while wearing sweatpants, and a tee-shirt, while you remained half naked with your boy short panties and simple cropped white tee, with no bra underneath. By the way his Adams Apple was slight bobbing up and down from his gulps, you could tell he was urging to get to you, but was being a bit subtle and reserved after you told him how sore you were. Yet it wouldn’t be much longer before he reached the stage where not even that excuse, would stop him.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“can I ask you something?”

“sure pretty baby.” He responds as he strokes your hair. “What’s up?”

“what if I told you I wanted to try….new things….?”

chuckling with a raised brow, he looks down at you. “Oh yeah? What do you in mind?” His hands begin to roam and massage your abdominal region, slipping under your shirt, and migrating over to your breasts.

“….what if I wanted to lick……like…..” you suddenly were at a loss for words. How do you go about asking for this?

shifting his sights as he kept his brow raised, he tilted his head to gesture for you to elaborate and continue with your request. “…..like?….” He scoffs out.

“I saw a video of a girl licking her boyfriends rear…..and…we’ll…she also gave him what’s called…I think it was called a Rim job…” you swallowed, turning your head out of embarrassment the moment you saw him shut his eyes, not out of frustration but you couldn’t deny the hint of disbelief and annoyance in his countenance.

“no.” He merely states deeply.

Before you could respond, you felt his hands turning you around her and perking your rear cheeks upwards as he presses down on your lower back, forcing an arch to form.

“What are you doing??” You asked nervously, feeling him pulling down your panties as you stuttered out your words.

“you’ll see.” He deeply scoffs out.

you shifted, trying to turn back over when suddenly you felt the warmth and smoothness of his tongue gliding over in between your slit, his nose pressing deep into your taint. Sticking his two fingers inside, he softly kisses your clit before moving up……toward an area that has been untouched.

“Ah! Stop! Not there!”

“yes there.”

“no! Wait!”

ignoring your words, he keeps his fingers inserted between your plush folds as he smooths his tongue over your anus, biting your cheek and sticking his thumb inside.

“sssssssstop…….” The sensation of being plugged in both holes has you slurring your words. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. “Mmm….ssssstop…..ppppleeease….”

“you don’t really want me to stop, do you?” He teases. Too proud to admit it verbally, you shook your head in hopes that he caught a glimpse of it….which he did.

shifting his body underneath, he pulls his sweatpants down and flings his lengthy member towards your cheek, smacking it repeatedly as you open your mouth and took it in. All the while, he continues to fiddle with your clit with his tongue, while his thumb continues to thrust in and out of your other hole. With his constant biting and sucking on your plump cheeks, your hips bucked up from the shocking sensation, causing him to swoop his hand over and around your thigh to hold you down as he continued on with his performance.

you should have known that Heeseung was far too dominant and unwilling to have you do anything of the sort to him. Aside from oral sex, the man had never allowed himself to be in a vulnerable state, yet the moment you proposed the question, you realized that by doing so, it triggered for him to get the idea to perform it on you, essentially backfiring. Although, you’re not sure if you’re mad at it, because the way he did it to you was so sexually satisfying, you’ could t get it off your mind. Maybe you should ask him about it again. Just for a little taste, knowing that he’d turn it all around and get a mouthful.

authors notes:

so yeah lol. Heethan wouldn’t be down, he’s just not the type to be into that…at least not in the receiving end. But since you brought it up, he’ll gladly do it to you. How wonderful it was for you to introduce the idea so he can add that to the list of his favorite things to do to you. ;)

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mammonsbby · 2 years

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Hustlin'

A/N: I posted an excerpt of this a while back and finally got to finish it. Let me know what you think. Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC Rating: Mature Contains: Cursing, gambling, smut but it's not super explicit Words: 3367

✨Masterlist✨Drabbles✨

“Mam?” You say as you enter the secondborn’s bedroom. The white-haired demon looks up at you from where he’s bent over the pool table, about to take a shot.

“Just a sec.” He concentrates and starts to line up his cue. He tests it. Once, twice. Then he strikes. The cue ball slams into the pyramid and when it breaks, three balls go rolling into pockets. Mammon beams, then looks up at you.

“Nice job!” You say, clapping your hands for him. You notice the way his cheeks darken at your praise.

“Thanks. So, what’s up, human?” He leans his cue up against the table to sling an arm around your shoulders. You’d come to ask if he wanted to grab dinner together, but… Now you’re getting a better, slightly evil, idea.

“Uh, actually, I was going to ask if you could teach me that.” You say sheepishly.

Mammon raises a brow. “You wanna play pool with The Great Mammon?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yeah.”

“Alright, I’ll do 20 Grimm a ball.” He says with a grin.

You pout. “I don’t have any cash right now. How ‘bout an IOU?”

“Nope, don’t take IOUs.” He shakes his head.

“You give plenty of them. And you never pay them back.” You point out.

“I know. ’s why I don’t take ‘em.” He grins.

“Mammonnnn.” You whine. He just laughs and wraps his arms around you. Then he screeches when you pinch his butt.

“Don’t fuckin’ do that!” He says, jumping away from you.

You stick your bottom lip out. “Can’t I get a cute little human discount or something?”

“Nope. I don’t give discounts either.” He answers. Then he mutters under his breath, “’specially not to people who pinch me in the ass.”

“Well… Instead of playing for cash, maybe we could make a bet instead.” You suggest, sitting down on the arm of the sofa.

Mammon’s ears perk up, just like you knew they would. “A bet?” He says, tilting his head. “What kinda bet?”

Now that you have his attention, you beckon him closer. He comes to stand in front of you. And he looks into your eyes, eager to hear the wager you have in mind.

“How about… For every ball the other person gets into a… Hole thingy, you have to take something off?” You say, eyes hooded as you fiddle with the lapels of his jacket.

Mammon swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, “You wanna play strip pool?”

“Will you teach me?” You say, batting your lashes.

He considers it for a moment, chewing his bottom lip. “And we take off one thing after every ball?”

You nod again, slowly. Mammon licks his lips. He likes the odds, but… Should he really make such a bet with someone who doesn’t know how to play? Before he thinks about it too much, he smirks and sticks his hand out. You give him yours and you shake on it. “Deal.”

“Rack ‘em up!” You say, excitedly grabbing a spare cue from the wall rack.

“‘Rack ‘em up?’” He repeats, raising a brow.

“What? I’ve seen movies.” You say, rubbing the little blue cube on the end of your cue.

He chuckles and goes to reset the balls. If you were playing for money, he would feel bad for taking advantage, but… You just had to go and tempt him with his two favorite things— Gambling and naked MC.

“Alright, I’ll let you break. So, get over here.” He says, jerking his chin towards the head of the table.

You oblige and go to stand in front of him. “Show me what to do?”

“Sure.” Mammon puts his hands on your hips and has you bend slightly, then takes your cue from you. He demonstrates by laying the stick on his right thumb. “Hold it like this,” He breathes in your ear.

You look over your shoulder at him, “I put it on my thumb?”

“That’s how I do it.” He answers with a shrug.

You take the stick and hold it differently, with your fingers on the felt. “This is how they do it in movies.”

“You gonna trust movies over me?” Mammon asks, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you flush against him and kisses your temple.

“You might tell me wrong so I’ll lose.” You point out.

“I wouldn’t lie to ya.” Mammon says, his voice husky as he presses his lips to your neck. You start to tilt your head for him, then realize what he’s doing.

“Hey! Don’t try to distract me.” You grumble, swatting him away. He snickers as he backs away with his hands in the air.

“I’ll stand over here,” He says from the other end of the table. “So you won’t be distracted.”

“Good.” You say.

“Go ahead, bust ‘em up.” Mammon says, waving his hand. He watches you adjust your grip on the cue.

“I hit the white one into the rest… Right?” You ask, making Mammon smile.

“Yep.” He says with a nod.

“Like this?” You pass the cue slowly through your fingers, waiting for his approval.

“Uhuh.” He closes his eyes and nods again. “Now, don’t be disappointed if—”

The loud crack of the cue ball striking the pyramid cuts him off. He opens his eyes and watches as all the balls start to bang off one another. After a couple seconds, the two ball bounces off the wall and rolls into a corner pocket.

“I did it!” You shout, clapping your hands.

Mammon smiles, though he looks a bit bewildered. “Good job. Uh, now, you get to go again.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Them’s the rules.” Mammon says.

“What about our rules?” You say expectantly.

Mammon makes a confused face, “Huh?”

“Take off your jacket, babe.” You say with a wink.

“Oh, right.” Mammon flushes slightly as he starts to shrug out of it. He dumps the jacket on the couch. “Happy now?”

“Mmhmm.” You grin, eyeing him like a hunter would its prey. Mammon looks at the floor and you start to chalk your stick again.

“Oh, right. Now, the next one that goes down determines who’s solids and who’s stripes. So, any of them is fair game.” Mammon says, trying to help. He’s so cute.

“Oh, okay.” You smile. And right away, you determine that your next target is the three. You smile and decide to mess with him. “Three in the side pocket,” You say, pointing out its route with the end of the cue before you line up the shot.

“You don’t have to call—”

The ball is sunk before he can finish his sentence, leaving him speechless. He gives you a wide-eyed look, like a deer in headlights. And you watch his face and he puts it together. You can practically hear the gears turning in his pretty head.

“You know how to play pool, don’t ya?”

“I do.” You laugh.

“Fuck.” Mammon curses. “I can’t believe you suckered me that easily.”

“Aw, don’t feel too bad. I learned from the best scammer in the entire Devildom.” You grin.

“Don’t make me feel any better.” He scoffs, then takes off his glasses. He slides one leg into the collar of his shirt.

“Aw,” You click your tongue shamelessly. “I was hoping for the shirt next.”

“You don’t get to pick what I take off! It’s bad enough that you’re hustlin’ your own boyfriend!” Mammon exclaims.

“Hustling? Is that what I’m doing?” You ask, tilting your head. Now that you’ve picked solids, you shoot again, sinking the six. Mammon sighs and starts to take off one of his boots.

“Am I going to get to shoot, or are ya just gonna strip me?” He asks, dropping his shoe on the ground. He’s aggravated. And a little horny. But he ain’t telling you that, he hates being played!

You consider it. It would be fun to sweep the board and strip him down. But, since you feel bad for lying, you decide not to. You intentionally botch your next shot, sinking the cue ball. “There baby. Go ahead.”

Mammon grumbles, “Finally gonna let me play?”

“Yep. Do your worst.” You challenge.

“I will.” He promises.

Boy, does he keep it. He pockets three balls in less than a minute and suddenly you’re missing both shoes and your hoodie. Okay… Maybe you shouldn’t have provoked him.

He looks sort of dangerous like this. You can imagine him in any pool hall in the world, playing against pool sharks and rookies alike. Instead he’s playing you, and if you don’t think of something, he’s going to win. You’re sort of even now, each of you missing three items. You’re standing off to the side, watching as Mammon tries to decide his next move.

The look in his eyes is a familiar one. He’s so turned on he can’t fucking stand it! And you can tell. And he knows you can tell. He looks over at you and you smile sweetly. While he walks around the table to line up his shot, you curl your fingers around your cue. Then start to slide your hand up and down it, nice and slow.

“Just watch this, you’re not gonna get another shot.” Mammon declares confidently. Then he looks up and sees your hand sliding up and down the pool stick. He makes a strangled noise and nearly drops his own cue. You hold in a laugh as he fumbles with it.

He tries to ignore you and goes to take his shot, but at the last second he glances over, just in time to watch you rub your thumb over the tip of the cue. His hand moves without his permission, slamming the cue ball with so much force that it bounces off the table and rolls until it hits the base of the stairs.

“Damn it!” He curses, slapping the felt with his hand.

“Aw, babe. Did something distract you?” You ask, feigning innocence.

“No!” He shouts quickly. “I— I’ve only got one boot on. My feet ain’t even and it threw me off.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll even you out.” You say with a smile as you pick the white ball up and set it on the table. You sink the five next, it was an easy shot. Mammon grumbles something about cheating and being sexy, but removes his other boot regardless.

Next, you take a moment to think before taking out the four. Mammon huffs and leans against the table. He removes one sock and starts to stand up. “Both socks count as one,” You say, chalking your cue again.

“Is that so?” Mammon asks, a snowy brow arched. You smirk.

“Wouldn’t want you to be uneven again,” You tease. Mammon exhales through his nose and gives an indignant look. Then rips off his other sock and tosses them both towards the hamper. He moves to stand, but you hold a hand up.

“You don’t have to get up.” You say, punctuating the sentence by sending the seven ball into a pocket. He’s down to just his t-shirt, jeans, and boxers now. He knows there’s no way you’ll accept any of his half a dozen rings. He’s surprised you let him off with the sunglasses earlier.

“Damn it to hell. How are you so good at this?” He asks. Then he sighs and peels his shirt off over his head to reveal his chest.

“Mm,” You sigh at the sight. “There it is.”

Mammon flushes. “Shut up.”

“Nope.” You say with a pop. “Now, you just sit there and be a pretty boy for me, okay?”

Your last ball is crowded by a couple of Mammon’s. There’s no way… Wait a sec, maybe if you can… You start to line up what’s hopefully an incredible trick shot. But, just as you start to slam your cue forwards, Mammon moans, high and pitchy, and your shot is ruined. The cue ball spins off to the side and stops before it hits anything.

When you look up, Mammon is still sitting on the edge of the table. But now, his back is arched and his head thrown back. And his hands…

You swallow deeply when you realize what he’s doing. “Are you… playing with your nipples right now?”

He gives you a sideways glance, his eyes lidded. “Me? No, I— Nnng. Ahhh,” He cuts off with another moan. “I’m just sitting here being, mm, pretty for ya.” He says, fingers twisting his nipples.

Well, he’s not wrong. The light over the table casts a glow over him. His dark skin and toned muscles, the position he’s put himself in, the sounds he’s making… He’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever fucking seen.

You cough. “It’s your turn.”

“What’s the matter, human?” He asks, taking his cue.

“You’re a cheater.” You say.

“Uhuh. Everyone knows that.” He admits. Then he leans in close to you and you know now that you’re the prey. You always have been.

You shudder at the thought, then look away.

“What? It’s okay for you to give your cue stick a handy but I can’t touch my own chest?” He says, lifting your chin.

You bite your lip and look away. “Oh, just… Take your fucking shot.”

He laughs as he does. And manages to sink two balls at once. Your face falls.

“Hmm, I think that leaves you in what? Just underwear?” Mammon asks cockily, leaning on his cue like it’s a cane.

Unfortunately, he’s right. You step away and pull your shirt off. Then push your pants down and step out of them. You feel his eyes on you. Mammon gives a low whistle, which makes your face heat.

“Ain’t fun, is it?” He says as he looks you up and down. Your entire body starts to feel hot. Luckily, he’s just as affected. You can tell.

“Baby?” You say.

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

Mammon turns back towards you and he looks upset. “Don’t start trying to trick me like that now. That’s fucked up.”

“I’m not. I swear.” You say, moving closer to him. When you wind your arms around his neck, your bare chests touch and you can feel his arousal against your hip. And in the way his hands come to squeeze your waist.

“I love ya too.” He breathes. Then you pull him down for a kiss. When you finally take your tongue out of his mouth, he looks torn between finishing the game and throwing you on the table to have his way with you. Finally though, he makes his decision and turns back towards the table. You should’ve known he wouldn’t give up the game.

You sigh softly. Then, as he bends over to take another shot, your eyes are drawn to the back of his jeans. He turns to look at you with a soft smile, then starts to aim. Before he can, you grab two handfuls of ass and he shrieks.

“MC!” He throws his cue across the table in surprise and his shot is absolutely fucked. Mammon turns to glare at you, betrayed. “You said you loved me.”

“I do, baby. I love you so, so much. That wasn’t a trick.” You peck his lips, but he’s not convinced. His brows are still knitted together. “Okay, maybe the butt groping was out of line.” You admit, then you shrug. “It’s not my fault you have a great ass.”

He can’t argue there. So, he just rolls his eyes and steps aside. “Go on then.”

You’ve got one ball left. And Mammon makes no move to stop you from sinking it. Instead, he stands completely still beside you. And, once the ball is down, he undoes his jeans and lets them slide down… Your eyes widen and he looks a bit embarrassed.

“Guess I didn’t have boxers on.” He says. “I can go some, if you want.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” You say. All you need is to sink the eight ball and he’s yours. You glance back over at him. He’s completely nude, save for his jewelry. A familiar shimmer catches your attention. “Fuck, that damn dick piercing.” You whine.

He grins, “You love it.”

“Hm, you’re naked. Does that mean I win?” You ask, ready to jump his bones and fuck him silly.

“Hell no. There’s still balls on the table.” He says, shaking his head.

You ogle him for a moment, watching the way his dick twitches under your gaze. “You don’t seem like you’re interested in the game…”

Mammon’s face warms. “Either way, we ain’t done until you sink the eight. So get on it.”

You turn to examine the table. The eight ball is wedged between two striped balls and the wall. You don’t particularly care if you ‘win,’ because you know that Mammon can pick up the slack quickly if you fail. And either way, the outcome is the same. You’re going to fuck no matter who drops the last ball.

You take a shot, and all three balls rattle. Miraculously, the black ball bangs around three corners then finally sinks into a corner pocket. Mammon is on you before it hits the bottom. He sets you up on the table and puts himself between your legs. One of his knees grinds away at your crotch and your eyes roll.

He presses against you until you’re lying down and climbs over you to give you desperate, heated kisses. Your hands are in his hair and his arms on either side of you, holding him up. When you finally break apart, you pant for a moment before saying, “Bed.”

“What? Not comfy enough for ya?” He asks, a gleam in his eyes.

“No, it’s hard as a rock. Besides, we’ll ruin the felt.” You say.

Mammon takes you to the bed instead. And once you’re there, he captures your lips in his and he grinds his hips into yours wildly. Both of you cum before you can even take your underwear off, which is slightly embarrassing. But your ridiculous form of foreplay had gotten you both a lot closer than you realized. As you come down from your highs, Mammon kisses your shoulder. Then he sighs as he flops down next to you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, still trying to recover your breath.

“You know, I haven’t lost a game of pool in over two hundred years.” He says.

“I find that hard to believe. You seemed to have an awfully hard time concentrating.” You tease, rolling your head to lay it on his chest.

He gives you a look. “Are you kiddin’ me? If you hadn’t pulled all those little stunts, I woulda destroyed you.”

“I don’t know… I think I’m better at pool.” You say, taking one of his hands so you can play with his fingers. You start to twist one of his rings.

“No way, I’m the Avatar of Greed for a reason.” He says.

“I guess so…” You trail off and he snatches his hand away.

“Don’t believe me? Double or nothin’ I could beat you, as long as you don’t try anything.” Mammon dares.

You raise a brow. “What is ‘double’ if we’re playing for sex?”

He thinks for a moment, then whispers in your ear. Your eyes widen. “Rack ‘em up.” You say, already starting to climb out of bed.

Mammon laughs and follows you.

It turns out that he’s right, he is the Avatar of Greed for a reason. And without dirty tricks— which were so below you, MC— you don’t have a leg to stand on. He beats you with four balls still on the table and pulls you back over to the bed for round two.

“Oh fuck, MC!” He squirms under you.

“You won. Why am I topping?” You ask, thrusting into him.

His eyes roll back. “Ah, ah, this, nng, is what I wanted.”

You laugh and continue to pound into him, not giving him a moment to catch his breath until you’re both finished. You fall onto the bed beside him and try to catch your breath. He’s still panting himself, completely fucked out.

“Hey, Mammon?” You say after a few moments.

“Huh?”

“Wanna teach me how to play poker tomorrow?”

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