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fiendishfables · 3 months

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hii i just saw ur request page and thought i'd give it a try! soo, can i please have an nsfw oneshot w/dom! lucifer x reader ? i've just been thirsting after him sm...

anyways can it be about like him going down on reader, or just being talented with his fingers, cus we know what he can do with em 🫣

thanks so much!!

a/n: ahh, yes, thank you so much, my lovely, for sending in this request! This is my first attempt at responding to a request, so I hope its to your liking and doesn't disappoint. We love Luci!

warnings: nsfw, sex, cursing, use of pet names, first time as a couple, Luci being a complete dork

word count: 1.2k+

characters: 6646

notes: This is my first fic on here, as well as my first attempt at writing smut, so I apologize if its not any good. But nevertheless, enjoy!

Dom! Lucifer Morningstar x GN! Reader

Oneshot

Going down on you was something Lucifer had wanted to do the day he first laid eyes on you.

Don't get him wrong, he was a gentleman at heart and would continue to be until the day someone replaced him as King (which you both knew would never happen), but by the fiery skies of Hell- he wanted you. You. No other soul.

Lucifer had met you through Charlie, his own daughter and Princess of Hell. Your kindness had lead you to offer your services with helping his daughter with her whole idea of a rehabilitation hotel, meant for the sinners who wanted a second chance at life; wanting to fix their mistakes and be evolved into a better version of themselves. He had met you there when she had invited him to visit and see her progress. Its safe to say you two hit it off perfectly fine.

Now, exactly how you two hit it off doesn't really matter- all that mattered to you right now was the fact that his cock was buried so deep inside of you, that you could barley form a coherent sentence, let alone a singular word.

The room was dark, making the moonlight that filtered through the curtains the only source of light; the only thing that allowed for you to see the beautiful fallen angel hovering over you, both of your bodies sweaty and hearts pounding rapidly against your ribcages, as if trying to silently connect with one another through rapid pumps of blood. To express your emotions to one another through anything other than what he was doing now, which was stuffing you to the brim with his cock.

When you first saw it, staying quiet had become a big concern to you in your mind, what with the other residents of the hotel potentially being able to hear you both.

But that fear had quickly flown the coop as soon as he entered you for the first time.

Fuck, it was absolute heaven.

You were convinced that somehow, Lucifer had managed to descend the heavens down upon you in that exact moment; your most intimate moment. That any second, angels would be surrounding the pair of you and begin serenading you with a specific love song just for the two of you, or pointing angelic spears at your throats. Now, that thought did cause some momentary fear to shoot through your body, because the last thing you wanted was for some random angels (especially if they were exorcists, or Adam) to randomly appear in the room, just to be greeted with the sight of you, a moaning mess underneath Lucifer, drunk off of his length as it stretched you so wide you were afraid he might break you. But when you opened your eyes after the so slow, yet so delicious insertion of his cock...the room was still pitch black. No holy light. No angles. No song. Just you and him. You and Lucifer.

And that was the way it was supposed to be. No other soul, no matter angelic or demonic, could compete with what you two had. It was special; a connection that had to reach from the deepest pits of Hell, to the brightest place in all of Heaven.

For being one of the most powerful beings, Lucifer was being very careful with you; his fingers gripped your sides and hips, holding you in place securely as he rutted into you. Those fingers were sure to leave marks tomorrow. Neither of you minded.

"Oh...you're the best choice I've ever made, lovely- fuck..~"

Lucifers words only helped to fuel the fire that burned within your heart; the fire that represented your eternal, undying love for him. The tightening in your abdomen became much more noticeable too, coiling and constricting like a snake fighting to escape its confinements, or the talons of a predatory bird.

Except in this scenario, Lucifer was the bird, who held you oh so tightly in his sharp talons, and the last thing you wanted to do was escape. You'd allow him to devour you to his hearts content; until you passed out, fainted, or hell, till your heart stopped. He had you right where he wanted you and the smug little smirk on his lips whilst he turned you into this blabbering mess, was enough proof to show he knew it too. And he enjoyed it. Every. Single. Second.

His hands stayed perched seriously on your hips, as if you might just disappear if he so much as dared to loosen his hold. Not that you minded. You could hardly think straight.

"L-Luci..-"

Your attempt at saying his name fell flat, his next thrust replacing the messy words with a desperate moan from you, making your eyes roll back into your skull and a tremor of pleasure trailing its way through your body. He could reach places inside you that no one else had ever even dared to try. He was special in that way. Although he did lessen his movements after your butchered attempt at speaking. He looked genuinely worried and the sight did just enough to melt your heart.

"Are you alright, love? I didn't hurt you did I? Do you need anything? Do I need to stop? I can get you-"

He started to ramble, which he often did. His worst nightmare was hurting you; even just thinking about it made him shudder, as if he had just been doused with cold water.

But all it took was a weak smile from you and a kiss on his cheek to calm him and get him back in the movement again. You assured him that you were feeling the best you've ever felt in your entire life, both in living and in death, that all the pleasure you were feeling was making it hard for you to speak properly.

"I'm okay, Luci. You're just making me feel so many things-"

A finger then found its way onto your plush lips, slightly moisturized by your saliva having been produced by your fucked out state.

"Shhh, spare your breath, darling. I'm just glade you're holding up so well. Such a good beloved, you are."

Then: "You'll want it for when I make you scream."

Seeing you an absolute wreck because of him- because of his actions- his cock- it was almost better than the orgasm that ripped through him shortly after you came undone due to his words and continuation of his previous actions.

Ropes of his seed shot into you, stuffing you like you've never experienced before. His pale blonde hair stuck to his forehead, both your bodies damp with a light sheen of sweat. Your heavy breaths mixed together, as did the small chuckles that came from both of your lips. Thankfully, he kept his promise about making you scream.

Hell, meeting you had to have been the best thing to ever happen to him. To both of you.

No one would ever find themselves as to be so lucky, to know that the King of Hell found the taste of them the most enchanting out of all the souls both above and below.

Just try and doubt his love for you. He will be sure to give you a night that you won't ever forget, as many times as he needs to, until you're begging him to stop.

You are his, and he refuses to ever let you forget it.

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kaeddehara · 1 year

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hey there! hope im not bothering you or anth, but i noticed ur ask box was open and i wanted to take the opportunity to request mean dom!kazuha breeding fem!reader out of jealousy bcos she was being a lil too friendly to an inazuman certain detective 🤭 (u can ignore this req tho if it makes u uncomfy!)

you’re not bothering me at all don’t worry love! i’m sorry it took me so long to get to your ask my apologies. THIS THOUGH. i can sooo see kazuha being so calm and collected even though it’s making him so worked up with how you look and talk to heizou. so by the time you both meet back up, he’s got you under him and making you say nothing but his name over and over <3.

warnings for breeding/creampie + possessiveness if that bothers any of you!!

“kazu- ha- fuck slow down-!”

you whined and seethed with all the overstimulation purging your body the moment you returned back to your shared home. kazuha was wasting no time whatsoever ripping your clothes off your body and sucking on every inch of your skin. letting it be know that you were all his.

“you’ll take what i give you”

his voice had become so harsh and words so straightforward—it barely reminded you of the kazuha you normally knew. and even though you could barley tell exactly what was going on, your body and mind were telling you that you loved his rough words. as much as you didn’t want to show it, you can’t help your bodies urges when it came to him.

“you’re getting quieter hm? still thinking about that red-haired detective? is he the one that’s got you all worked up and not me?”

his constant questions angered you to no end.

“what are you even think—nhg-ing? i only want you..”

even with how honeyed your words were, kazuha couldn’t say a damn thing. not with the way you smiled and looked at him. his hips slowed at your words and at his own thoughts. your eyebrows scrunched in worry that maybe you said the wrong thing and has upset your jealous baby even more. his hands slipped down to your v-line where he wasted absolutely no time pumping himself in and out of you and such a sickening rate. your fingers dug deep into the skin of his back, practically clawing at it and making deep, painful marks on his pretty pale back. your eyes rolled back and body completely his. only his name and panting came from your lips as he completed devoured your body whole.

“now you know who you belong to yeah? stop whining and take it”

a few whines and whimpers came stuttering out of your lips while you nodded your head profusely. his deep red eyes drifting from yours to where you were both connected. a thick, creamy ring at the base of kazuhas cock made him so proud of his work, along with more of his cum gushing out of you. he gently took himself out, already missing the warm feeling of being inside you before watching his cum gently drip out of your messy pussy. he put a hand to your inner thigh, using his thumb to get a better look at the mess he made you inside and out.

“now that detective knows to stay away from my girl”

in the midst of the after effects that were taking ahold of your body and mind, you still managed to smile at him and reassure him.

“i’m always all yours kazuha, no one’s gonna change that”

he nestled his head in the crook of your neck, leaving a few kisses before whispering his own words again,

“you’re all mine”

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mrsriddlenott · 3 months

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Ex!Mattheo Riddle x Muggleborn!Reader

Angsty asf,Break Ups, Language, Voldemort, Wizarding War.

Summary: You and Mattheo were just wrong for each other, destined to be ripped apart. He hurt you trying to protect you, and even apart is trying to protect you still, but he can’t think of everything.

“We’re done okay, I am done. I don’t want this anymore Mattheo,” You screamed as he stopped, shocked in front of you, “I can’t keep doing this.”

“What are you- you’re not saying….” You scoffed as he approached you again, stepping back so he couldn’t touch you like he so desperately wanted to. “You can’t be serious y/n we basically just started.”

“No we didn’t! That’s the fucking problem, we’ve been doing this for months and I thought it meant something to you and then I find out your friends don’t even know who I am??” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms as he tried to speak, “You wasted my time, if you wanted to just be fuck buddies I’d have been fine with that and I would have kept it a secret for you if you asked but you made me feel like…..” You laughed at your own stupidity as you turned away from Mattheo’s pleading eyes.

“Princess I didn’t just-“ You cut him off before he could finish, turning back around yelling as tears welled in your eyes, “You lied to me Mattheo, you said you wanted something real, you told me you wanted someone you could trust and that you had finally found someone and all along you were the untrustworthy one!” Mattheo’s hands fell to his sides as he tried to form words, but nothing would come out.

“Were you embarrassed of me?! Is that why? Did you feel like all your rich, perfect friends would hate you for being with me or did you just want me for fun until you needed to find the pureblood future wife your father expects you to have!?” You breathed heavily as you registered your words, his eyes shone with tears at the mention of his father and only locked on yours for a second before turning to your door and tugging it open.

Mattheo stopped, weighing the odds before turning back to you with tears in his eyes, “I’d much rather marry you….but that can’t happen because he won’t allow it. I guess we did waste our time after all.” And in a matter of seconds he was gone, from the dorm, the school, from your life, no one actually knew were he went but there were rumors he left to join his father’s cause, which you just couldn’t allow yourself to think were true.

It had been weeks since you last saw his face or heard his voice, after months of seeing each other in every second of free time it hurt to wake to the reminder that you were alone. But today was different, when you dressed and returned to your bed after a morning shower a neat envelope awaited your arrival, you recognized his hand writing immediately and tore it open.

Y/n, I’m sorry. I can’t take back what I’ve done now, when you hear it you’re going to hate me and the thought breaks me. Please don’t blame yourself because I had to, I could never let him hurt you and despite everything I did to keep you safe he found out about you. He made me do things I can’t say here, things I see in my dreams on nights you stray from them but I promise one day you will be happy and safe. I will give up my life to make it so.

Tears blurred your vision as you tried to fathom what Mattheo had done, what his father could have forced him to do. What he had done to protect you. You crashed to your knees, sobbing and wishing you could somehow get a timeturner to go back to that night, beg him to stay, apologize for being so stupid. Of course he had kept you a secret for your own protection, the son of Voldemort couldn’t be walking around with a Muggleborn Hufflepuff who could barley pass by. He had kept his friends in the dark so they couldn’t tell anyone, he had snuck you around the school, not because he was ashamed, but because he wanted you safe. You had to get him back, no matter what he did in his father’s name he was yours and you were his, always.

By the next week everyone had heard the stories, Muggle and Muggleborns being tortured, “traitors” to the cause being executed, you didn’t know if he was involved, not for sure but a part of you knew. There were signs, people whispering about a new lord in training, a new way for Voldemort to gain power using his son as a weapon. It wasn’t long before most of Mattheo’s friends had gone too, making it all the more obvious where he had gone. It hurt you more to know he was doing it for you, every name of the missing and dead reminded you it was all to protect you. You began to lose hope that you’d ever see him again, that he was lost, forever his father’s minion.

You sat with your back against the cold stone wall of the astronomy tower, letting the smoke of an un-hit cigarette waft past you as you lost yourself in a deep thought. You had been having trouble sleeping, imaging the awful things being done to Mattheo and by Mattheo was bad enough but it only got worse at night. You’d found yourself gravitating to Mattheo’s spot often these days, and you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what life would be like in a few months. You’d be gone from Hogwarts for good, and who knew what that meant for you now, you had just begun to imagine leaving into the world alone when the sound of rushed footsteps caught you off guard, but not more than the voice that came with the halt of shoes on marble, “What the fuck are you doing here?! I thought you’d be in your dorm,” He spun around to watch the door, cursing to himself as though a plan had gone terribly wrong, and you supposed it had.

He looked tired, his hair disheveled with large bags under his eyes and his voice seemed different, harder, “You need to get the fuck up now and run, just go hide somewhere please if they see you they’ll” He was cut off by the sound of more boots quickly ascending the steps up the tower before he was grabbing you and aggressively trying to shove you into a closet too late.

“There’s the girl,” a gruff male voice shouted as the door swung open, “Knew if we followed you we’d find her.” Mattheo’s head hung as his voice broke, “no, no, I didn’t do it all for nothing.” He turned quickly, his arms out and blocking you body with his, “He can’t have her, I did everything he asked.”

“Clearly not since you’re here,” a second, larger man, cackled out, “Didn’t Daddy tell you to sit tight up in your mansion Pretty Boy.” The man laughed as though he was the funniest man alive as everyone stared back and forth, recognizing all four of us wouldn’t be leaving this room if things didn’t go as planned. “He can’t have her.” Mattheo spat again, with less conviction.

“Well you know the deal Handsome, and the Dark Lord is tired of waiting on your decision, you take the mark, we leave this pretty little thing alone and you never speak to her again….if not we have orders to make her death last awhile.” You flinched behind Mattheo’s muscular frame, not at your impending, excruciating death, but at the thought of Mattheo officially joining the ranks of the Death Eaters. If he had the mark there was no way out, no convincing the courts to spare him, even if he survived after all he had done that mark is a one way ticket to a Dementor’s Kiss. “No Mattheo you can’t”

Mattheo turned to you as your voice shook, tears falling down both your faces as he grabbed your cheeks tightly, kissing you as though you were air and he was hyperventilating. His head rested on your forehead as he thumbed your tears away, “I don’t have a choice Baby, I love you and I always will.” He tugged you into his arms, his lips next to your ear as he whispered low enough just for you to hear, “I am going to do everything in my power to come home to you, but I want you to live your life, when you get out of here run and forget me, become a Healer like you wanted and know I’m looking out for you.” He slipped away from you, leaving one final kiss on your temple before he was tugged from the room and from your life.

And you knew, from your safety, that he had taken the mark and would eventually take his father’s place as the Dark Lord if the war didn’t end soon. Maybe then, with all that power, he could end the war and return to you, a fantasy that gave you hope in the darkest days of the war.

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shuugumi · 8 months

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a/n : this was kinda rushed but i hope it's good LOL not proofread, requests are open

virgin!bf who already is overstimulated and shy at the fact the two of you are going to that stage in your relationship. rambling left and right about how he should set something up, get the mood prepared for you but all you want from him is to shut up and continue kissing you.

“but i read all these things like, i should light candles, give you a massage to get you in the mood—okay…i’ll—i’ll stop thinking..” he sighs as you continue placing your numbed lips onto his, deepening the kiss as you straddle him. catching him off guard.

virgin!bf who almost cums in his jeans when you grind a bit too hard on his virgin hard on. thumbs digging into your hips as he tries to stop you before he dumps his load into his pants.

“sorry. i’ll try..try to hold it. i don’t want to cum quickly…” he apologizes, unbuttoning the bottom part of his button up just barley exposing his abs and his happy trail that made you feel a lot more warmer down there. “can i—can i take your top off?” nodding he pulls your shirt up and your pretty breasts are on display for him, cupped so greatly by your bra. “i-i didn’t know taking a bra off is this…difficult—ah thank you baby.” he tries attempts to unclip your bra until you help in, your bra sliding down your torso and his eyes become big. looking at your freed breasts he’s shy. stuttering his movement, his hands travel up your torso and softly grabs one of your mounds. squeezing and exploring. “god…these feel so squishy—i-i love them. can i—” “do what you want.” you giggly and immediately he attached his lips to one of your nipples, lapping away at your nipples.

virgin!bf who cums a little bit while he eats you out for the first time. squeezing his balls to try and contain himself but his cum had other plans and wanted to escape! he’s pussy drunk right as he places his tongue in between your slit, flicking his tongue back and forth as he slips a digit in.

“you’re…moaning. do you like when i do that?” his words are muffled, soaking into your soppy cunt as he moves his finger in and out. and sucking on the bundle of nerves, grinding yourself into his face, “i wonder-wonder if i can write my name on your clit..” he starts to spell his name out and he looks up to see how much your enjoying it, adding another finger and sucking until you come undone on his face. drops of pre-cum mixed with his cum dripped off his hands, “shit i came a little…i-i grabbed my balls really hard.” he laughs as you come down from your high, he immediately goes back in between your thighs and starts licking once more until you push his head away, he’s begging to do it again.

virgin!bf only lasts a few second’s before he’s releasing himself in you. his back against the couch as you ride him slowly. rocking your hips back and forth, littering kisses and marks down his neck. he’s begging for you to kiss him. hands on his chest as you rock back and forth, connecting your lips to his.

“ah fuck baby—g’nna cum. kiss me baby please.” he whines, grip getting stronger on your ass as his dick starts to twitch in you. kissing him with passion, you ride him harder, chasing his and your highs. “fuck your pussy is just squeezing me—ah fuckkk, feels s’good.” he moans out into your lips, “g’nna cum!” breathless you moan out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you continue your pace. soon he’s painting your walls white and your cum mixed with his is leaking down your thighs and onto his own dick.

BONUS:

“how often do you think we can do it?” he pants over you, playing with your hair. “mmm, how many times do you jerk off?” you ask, grabbing onto his bicep and he thinks. “everyday.”

“then we can do it everyday.”

“fuckk you’re making me hard again..”

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jazjelspen · 2 months

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scarlet and silver lining (part 2)

alastor w/ daughter reader

(notes: apologies for any inconsistencies!! not proofread!! apologies for slight ooc vox since im unsure of how he first acted when he recently died and how he got into power qwq. apologies for anyone ooc in general cuz my brain is stew. slight graphic depictions of violence. this is definetly not by best work but I'll make sure to try harder next time!)

(tags: @falsemain @aconfusedwonderland @stasiaclash )

Today was a certainly an... eventful morning?

Certainly unusual though, considering on what you have stumbled upon on this certain morning.

You had barley been here on your first day and this is what you were to see? All you wanted was food-- even cereal would suffice.

But god-- really Angel??..

Having walked down the steps from your room, gotten ready for the day you walked down with a grace you've held even during your days living and breathing. With careful and cautious steps you managed to not come across him and have your morning ruined too early.

You had accidentally stumbled upon everyone at the main seating room, you being here due to not remembering where the kitchen or dining area was very well.

Unfortunately, Angel was proudly presenting one of his porn films to the group. Few disgusted.. embarrassed.. or even weirdly-- enjoying it.. geez Nifty's certainly weirder than you expected her to be.

You scrunched your nose up slightly as you started to feel a bit grossed out yourself, simply because others seemed uncomfortable and you weren't exactly fond of seeing these kinda of thing often.. but it was hell so you couldn't exactly complain.

You walked up to the group while trying to mute the moans and squeals from Angel Dust on the television in your head, propping your arms up on the large gold headboard of the sofa Angel was laying on and when you finally spoke you managed to even catch Angel and the others jumping slightly from the unexpected surprise as they spoke amongst themselves.

"Geez Angie.. Really gotta be showin' everyone what you do?"

"--And you!"

Now you were surprised, your eyes darting towards the winged cat that, turns out, was speaking before you got there and was even pointing at you.

There was a pause. Your eyes and his meeting as he was pointing at you.. he narrowed his own set before becoming seemingly speechless.

"Actually I don't even know you yet, but considering how you act on that disgusting show and simply being here you probably got some kind of issue similar to your friend here." His eyed flickered to Angel as he spoke towards you. You being incredibly confused on what the fuck this guy was even saying by mentioning you but Angel decided to spit out his words before you.

"Oh yea? And what's my issue pussy cat?"

The cat, name being Husk from what you could remember the day before, scoffed at your friend. "Don't get me started. I see right through you and all of this bullshit and how fake you are."

Angel in response, seemed to laugh nervously.. almost in a way to cover something up. "Me? Fake? Wow.. I had no idea.." The spider's voice holding certain sarcasm continued, you just simply waiting to be able to ask your own question next. "Guess that's why I'm an actor, dumbass.. AND--" and just like that he was interrupted by a ring of his cellphone, having to quickly hold his finger up and mutter to Husk a 'hold that thought' before moving away to answer his oncoming call.

Meanwhile.. you finally managed to ask your question to Husk. "When you mean me having an issue similar to my friend's.. do you mean I seem fake? Wait-- why was I even mentioned anyway?.. I just got here!.."

"Depends. I haven't talked to you enough, but if you and him get along then I'm sure you must have some kind of fake act you hide behind as well.. you definitely can't be as cheery in person as you are on that show.

Oh and I was just revealing everyone's darn issues.. being a hell of a bartender works out for these kinds of things.." standing there almost mumbling his last few words just made you bite your cheek a bit as your face flushed in slight embarrassment. He's not exactly.. not totally wrong..

In the end Angel confessed that he needed to do an emergency shoot for his boss, whom you hated with all your guts as well with how badly that piece of shit treated Angel. You never did get abuse as bad as Angel's but still.. it all definitely gets to you on how both your bosses treated you and those around.

You frowned slightly while looking down at the sofa he previously sat on, dreading when you'll have to get back on TV as well.. although you were a bit unsure of how you'll get Vox's message if you didn't bring your cellphone.

Ah well.. not for you to worry about anyway-- if he really wanted to contact you then you're more than certain he'll find a way to reach you whether you liked it or not.

You snapped out of your thoughts once you heard Angel huff and puff out the door while exchanging a few hurried words to Charlie before slamming it in front of her face.. slight disrespect much? You felt a bit bad for the princess, seemed like quite the pushover.

You truly hoped she wouldn't rule the entirety of hell in this exact way, for if she did she'd get eaten alive for sure.

But while she was groaning and becoming frustrated as her girlfriend was helping her out you were still very much hungry. "Sooo.." you mumbled "Where's the food area? I didn't exactly wake up too early to eat with all of you.. if you did all eat together." You smiled nervously at what's left of the group, body facing Husk who was the closest.

He even responded to you! How kind-- although he was still quite grumpy.

He pointed a finger from his left hand holding the bottle behind himself at the nearest entry way behind and beside the staircase you walked down from. "Over there, turn left, head straight, see two large fancy doors? Open it. walk through it, ignore the empty tables unless you want to eat alone which would be fucking sad and head towards the door with the circular window at the top. That's the kitchen and eat whatever you want, don't complain if anything's spoiled since you chose to be here of all places."

You couldn't help but want to roll your eyes slightly, but with a minor huff of your own you walked passed him and tried your best to remember his shitty directions. "Thanks.. Husk.."

Once you started walking his directions were shitty indeed, simple but being a bit more descriptive definitely would've helped.

Walking through the hall you'd eventually go through your steps echoed against the walls, bouncing back and forth like the ripple of a rain drop on a puddle. Thankfully it was very clean, Nifty certainly seemed to have done her job right with how spotless this part of the hotel was! As weird as she is.. she does her job well.

Finally reaching said 'fancy' doors you opened it to see an entire dining room. Clean as well with newly furnished tables and chairs with unique tablecloths with intricate designs only reminiscent of the royal family. Even each of the tables had a vase and flowers set up and two small pepper and salt shakers, although you ere certain those flowers were fake considering the lack of realism to them.

Nonetheless, fairly charming.

You walked past them all to head towards a large door with the circular window that was described by Husk, peaking through it from a distance it was certainly to the kitchen.

But..

Gosh.. what was that smell?..

It was a humble, nostalgic, delicious smell.

God-- what the fuck was it??..

As if the smell was leading your nose faster towards the door, pushing your body against it since it was those doors that simply would swing itself open or closed with a push.

"Ooo.. is that--" you walked in with a big smile, your nostrils filling itself with that childhood scent.

"It certainly is, ma puce."

You should've known.

The voice that disturbed your entire morning and mood turned around from the stove to reveal itself as none other than-- Alastor.

"Why.. it's certainly an absolute gas to see you up and awake! I even made you your favorite--" the radio demon exclaimed whilst picking up the pan he was using to plop whatever food he made onto the plate, with a swift motion he set down the pan to grab the plate and reveal your hot and fresh breakfast to you.

"--Jambalaya!" he cheered, a subtle audio track of an audience cheering could be heard from his staff that seemed to work as both a microphone and a speaker.

"Uh huh.." you frowned deeply while crossing your arms and raising your shoulder while taking a step back from him. "Actually I ate before I came he--" and even as you tried to escape him by turning back he managed to teleport right in front of you!

"Tsk tsk.. my dear you know you can't lie to me. Take a seat, enjoy your meal! You can't be telling me you aren't dying to try your favorite dish?" He put his hand on your back and the other holding the food as he pushed you through the door, then suddenly pulled you by your wrist, and sat you down on the nearest empty table. "Besides.."

"It's your Nana's recipe..."

Oh.

Your Nana.

Your eyes softened at the mention of her but immediately glared at him with a sharp gaze which seemed to not even affect him in the slightest.

'This fucker..' he knew how to get to you, he knew your weakness.

"Don't you dare fucking mention her. You have no right to have her name roll down your disgusting tongue and through your rotten teeth."

"Oh, is that any way to treat your father little fawn? My.. you're not even little anymore! My mistake.."

His large smirk widened as he set down the plate and a pair of silverware in front of you.. it only made you want to strangle that thin neck of his.

You hated him.

He was the reason why you were down here.. although indirectly. You were blind, you were so caught up in his act even after he died--

it costed you your life.

"I'll only eat it because of Nana, other than that I would really appreciate if you could fuck off Alastor." Even as you told him to screw off he stayed ever so present! Even setting down a cup of hot coffee(or tea, whichever you prefer) in front of you that also smelled utterly delicious. "Besides you only started properly raising me instead of playing babysitter when you realized no one else would, I'm more surprised you didn't throw me back into the orphanage."

"Oh darling I'm certainly a monster but I'm not a downright devil!" Alastor you know damn well.. "Your grandmother loved you too much.. I couldn't just let you go so easily!"

"Yea yea whate-" you picked up your mug to take a sip of whatever was in it which to your surprise.. it was an old favorite drink of yours. One that you would drink every morning with Alastor during your teenage years..

"Hm.. not bad.." You mumbled as you took another sip of it, yet again another sense of home washing you over once more.

"I still yet remember your favorite morning beverage mon chere. What kind of father would I be if I wouldn't?"

"Uh yea-- when I was a teenager. A few years behind dontcha' think?" You scoffed at him while trying to seem as if his efforts were meaningless but the simple action of continuously sipping the liquid totally didn't just.. contradict that.

"Which is why I'd like to catch up a bit more hm? You begged me to leave you alone and I let you be your own independent self when I first found out you were associated with that.. thing." He pulled out the chair across from you to take a seat himself. Right after he set his staff resting against the side of the table and relaxed his elbows on the surface, his chin laid on the back of his hands while looking right at you.. inspecting you.

"If my memory serves correct I'd say around.. seventy-one years? Hm? Since I've seen you? I'm sure you've made some absolutely splendid decisions all those years."

You loudly sighed as you set the halfway empty mug down and replacing the item with the silverware beside your plate.

" Look my decisions aren't for you to judge. You're no saint and I'm not obliged to listen to whatever terrible advice you have. I'm ten years older than when you have last seen me alive and not even including the ninety-four years I've been down here in total." Intertwining your fingers with the silverware you picked up some food from your plate and bring it up towards your plate. The smell seemingly holy to you and once you plopped it in your mouth..

You could've sworn heaven took a delicious shit in your mouth. This was so fucking good...

The spices, the vegetables, the rice.. it was all just cooked to perfection.

You could definitely feel goosebumps crawl around your body and your mouth exploding in flavor.

Oh how you loved the taste of New Orleans.

"Just the way you like it dear?"

You snapped out of your thoughts as your eyes popped open towards the smirking overlord, seemingly proud of your reaction and it made you release a loud scoff from your throat.

"Just-- screw off. I don't want to associate myself with a murderer and a sadist." You set your silverware on your plate as you held your food on one hand and your mug in the other as you stood up from your seat.

"I sure do hope you know that your employer, that imbecile with one of those wretched picture boxes for a head, isn't any better darling." Alastor stayed in place but his eyes were the only thing that followed you while you took a few steps away from him with your back facing him.

Although his comment made you freeze on the spot you didn't dare turn around and face him for he wasn't even worth the action.

"Sure, he's not any better than you. But at least he didn't lie to me all my life and made me believe he was the most amazing person in the world, he didn't make me believe that he was a saint.. that he was actually a good person.."

You paused.

"So, yeah.. he may not be any better but he at the very least he isn't anything like you."

Just like that you resumed walking out the dining room, hands occupied and heart full.

You only amused your father albeit feeling a slight uncomfortable twinge in his chest that made him only want to reconnect with you more.

You just reminded him too much of your grandmother, noticing a few small actions and habits you did that you acquired through growing up with her.

You were all he had left of her, and you were all he had left of that little girl he had to leave behind.

Through selfish means it happened but..

He wished to try, just once more.

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You let out a shaky sigh of fear.

It was your 12th year in Hell and you have been scraping by simply scavenging for scraps, fighting foes with any weapons you could find or trade for and trying to stay alive. You were basically living in squalor but in the nicest parts of town, and was surprisingly somewhat respected due to being affiliated with a few loan sharks that you helped in return for money of resources.. even working 'normal' jobs to at least rent out a small home.

It was now the day of the 'Extermination' Where exorcist angels from above would kill any demons they could find in order to keep the population at bay. You've managed to survive each year due to your connections but all your 'protectors' have been murdered by said exorcists or have fallen from their once high power.

Cruel for heaven but-- then again you couldn't blame them. Not with how power and money hungry these sinners could be.. maybe it was best for them to keep sinners on the low.

But god did you wish you could be pardoned from this the way the hellborn were.

You didn't mean to die the way you did.

You tried to do it for a good cause.

You truly trusted in your beliefs.

You really didn't think you'd get that angry.

You didn't mean to kill that man.

You regret everything.

Especially on the day you heard Alastor's broadcasts all over hell.. you were shocked that he was even in hell but he was even torturing and toppling overlords for his own amusement??

It feels as if the version of Alastor that you grew up with, your dad..

It felt like he died all over again.

Even yet you're still mourning over it.. not for Alastor-- but for your father.

You really should've trusted those detectives and cops huh? Should've trusted the newspapers, even the 'news' on the new picture boxes they invented spoke about his case like daily gossip.

You should've trusted them all.

Evidence was right there but since you grew up with him and saw no signs on your part you could've sworn you felt it in your gut that he was innocent! That maybe that deer hunter that shot him was framing him!

That had to be the case--

Preaching about good behavior, following laws yet rebelling when they are discriminatory or unfair, that life was beautiful and precious...

Pfft. Precious my ass.

He lead you to your death and he didn't even take any part in it.

But to you, your blood was on his hands.

Which is why you knew you weren't going to regret this next part but..--

inevitably.. you did.

You were currently on the floor of an overlord's abode.

You have been seeking refuge from the exterminations happening just outside and this place was the nearest one before an exorcist angel could cut you in half.

How you managed to get in? You were quite unsure at the moment.. it went so quick, did it in a panic, and you're losing blood from a slash on the leg?? Yea getting in here was all your body was begging you to do.

But you let out a shriek when you were once again having a weapon pointed at you.

Well-- two.

Two bodyguard-looking guys confronted you as you looked up at them in fear, a third more sophisticated figure approaching.

Vox, the television demon, his head a bit funny to you considering how small his screen was yet he terrified you as well due to his status.

"How did-- oh I'm going to fucking kill Betty for leaving everything except the back door closed." He eyed you, a look of disgust evident on said small screen. "Oh just kill he--"

"WAIT!!--"

They positioned their weapons to your forehead this time, Vox about to turn around until you mentioned he- who-must--not-be-named.

"I...I knew Alastor!!--"

A shriek of a television signal could be heard, a new kind of static radiating from the overlord.

He faced you-- in a scary yet almost funny kind of way..

"What did you just say?"

"I.." you gulped.. you can't tell him he's your dad! you're smarter than that even in dire situations like these.. it's only more trouble for you.

"I knew him.. I was his.. assistant! yes and I wrote his scripts and he uh--" you felt yourself cower slightly seeing Vox come closer and put a hand up which caused his bodyguards to put their weapons down. He didn't need them, but they caused that fear he needed.

"He got me.. killed.." you trailed off and flinching when he bent down to you.

Vox smirked "Killed huh? You were one of his pathetic victims?"

You nodded vigorously, hoping this will get you to live another day. "He.. He used me as a shield when some coppers tried to shoot him.. got me instead.."

"Does that make you hate him?"

"Yes sir.."

"Hate him so much you could strange him, open his stomach, twist his intestines and feed them to them old rats in the hotels and skid ro--"

"Yes! yes sir.."

Okay maybe this overlord went a bit too far with his hate but.. whatever to not get fucking impaled by an angel.

Vox's smirk widened as he then dragged you up by your arm in a way that was far from gentle. "You sure have a pretty face as well, sight for sore eyes." He inspected you as you only stood there in fear on one leg with your other still bleeding out "Water, some rest and your voice just may be as smooth as honey." He harshly grabbed your chin to look over your appearance even more, your hair, any facial marks you may have. "You say you wrote scripts too? If you're any good you may be able to make some interesting headlines if so."

"Hm.." he hummed in thought " I like you. Prove to be useful to me and I'll let you live.. and just maybe.. I'll protect you from the exterminations and let you live comfortably working for me. As comfortable as it can get.. "

Protection from an overlord.. job from an overlord--

Not the best choices but it's way better than what you're doing right now..

"What do you say, is it a deal sweetheart?"

You weren't that stupid to make a deal with an overlord.

But as mentioned before,

Your undying spite with Alastor might've been your biggest push to shake Vox's hand and give your soul away carelessly.

"Deal."

(It's 1AM I need sleep BUT I JUST WANNA POST THISSISISIS GRAHHHH im so tired but there's one particular scene I want to get to.. may take awhile but AHHHHHHHH I can't wait!!)

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izzuku · 1 year

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A messy outcome ──

summary- being under the Ex-Geo Archon's orders while having him underneath you can only be justified by a contract, right? “You get to taste a piece of the Heavens...and I get to see you crumble under the pleasure, darling” - Morax

characters- powerbottom! Zhongli x top/submissive male! reader

c/w- anal penetration (character receives), unprotected sex, marking (from Zhongli), reader cums inside without a warning (he's too sensitive) , restraints on reader , orgasm control on reader, blowjob (giving), mutual aftercare and petnames

a/n- thanks for the anon who asked me to re-do it again. As I said I'm sorry to the other anon who asked me about powerbottom Zhongli. I think I've got it right this time. If I mess up again please tell me! And sorry this is a bit shorter

“How does it feel, darling? Are they too tight?” The Geo Archon speaks, filling your mind with something else other than incoherent thoughts.

“Tight...oh so fucking tight” you whisper almost exhausted, moving your hips forward so they meet with the one before you. Your hands shake under the restraints your lover decided to put on you, as it 'makes you even prettier' , he said not a while ago.

The God under you smiled mischievously, enjoying the way your body stuttered with each thrust inside of him. The fact that you couldn't touch him made you even more needy. How could you have someone so powerful under you but you couldn't even feel his body? It made you nestle your head on his neck for some closure.

“Please...please, Morax-” the name slipped, making you sit straight, eyes open and pleading for his forgiveness. "Sorry my lord...I beg of you Zhongli...I really need to cum”.

“You want to come inside me, sweetheart?” He moved his ass, pushing your cock deeper and earning a loud and desperate moan from you. “You're gonna need to last at least a bit more if you want to fill me up” the other male laughed softly.

“You just feel...s-o good. Can I kiss you while I move?” before getting an answer you were already leaning in for it. His lips captured yours, your excitement being used as a fuel to make the kiss more intense. His hands found entertainment in your chest, thumbs flicking your nipples skillfully to cause your body to shiver. “Come on love, kiss my chest” his voice echoed your mind and just like an order, your lips were already latching onto his puffy nipples.

Zhongli gave you the best grunts and moans he could. While your lips were occupied, his possessive side rose from the depths of his mind. Dark pupils turned sharp like a reptile's and his fangs dived into your flesh leaving your neck adorned with a pretty red. The pain mixed with his hole clenching around your dick pushed you to the limit.

“M'sorry...cumming! Cumming, oh archons...I can't..sorry,sorry...” you blurred out, not being able to process anything else as spurts of cum painted the insides of Zhongli without a stop. You continued moving your hips, catching your high along with his. Part of his own cum got on your flushed cheeks, eyes looking down at him with barley any energy left. “My my...look at the mess you made sweetheart...I think you're gonna need to clean this, don't you think?”

Eagerly nodding you wasted no time in putting your lips to work, licking the rest of his mess as a way of apologizing for disobeying his orders. You couldn't help but take him in your mouth and pushing it all the way in, it was still semi hard, why not just give him a hand?

“If you keep sucking my cock like that...hah..I'm not gonna be able to resist you darling” his voice became hoarse, his glowing hand grabbing a full fist of hair and pushing your head down to his pubic hair. With closed eyes and a tight squeeze on his thighs, he cummed down your throat, leaving a cute trail on the side of your mouth.

“You always know how to satisfy a God...don't you, [name]?”

...

“Is your skin alright?” your fingers caress the damaged skin of his, marks of your nails were left on his thighs and some other purple hickeys. The same was for you; two big bites on each side of your neck along with a trail of more hickeys over your chest. Hell, even both of yours and his nipples were marked.

“Everything that you do on my body I'll engrave it as a wonderful memory my love” his hand pulls your face closer to his, kissing your cheeks and forehead before leaving you on his side to rest for the rest of the night.

“What we have cannot be simply explained to the gods up there. It's more than simple, darling.”

#izzuku #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x male reader #zhongli smut #zhongli fic #zhongli x male reader #genshin impact smut zhongli #powerbottom zhongli

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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A/n: I apologize if this is bad, I don’t think I’ve ever written someone like this before, also it’s a bit shorter and nothing to graphic

Using Leon from Vendetta cause that boy is depressed and I think that Leon needs a bit more love.

Warnings: Dry humping, clothed orgasm,thigh riding, Older!Leon x Younger! reader.

The man wanted you, badly but that last mission had worn him out. He promised that he treat you right later….but it always seemed to be later for you.

Part of you wondered if it was because of your age, you were a lot younger than he was. It’s not like he didn’t love you, you knew that he loved you. You like the trauma he went through, the man warning you before the relationship started.

So seeing him laying on the bed trying to sleep made you want to do something for him. To relax him and actually let him fall in a peaceful sleep. Slipping onto his lap, Leon let out a small groan. One of his eyes cracking open once he noticed you. “Can I ask what you’re doing.”

Humming you bent down to give him a kiss, your fingers running through his hair as he groaned against your lips. “I’m making you feel good.”

“Is that so.” Leon hummed as his fingers clutched your hips.

“Yup, Now shut up Kennedy and let me make you feel good.” You smiled cupping the man’s cheeks though Leon let out a snort.

“I thought you liked my voice.” Their was a light teasing in his voice though you could still see how weary the man was.

“I love your voice, 10/10 it’s what gets me going but right now just let me make you feel good.” You whispered as you slowly rolled your hips as a groan escaped his lips.

Satisfied that he was finally listing to you, you bent down pulling him in for a soft kiss. His fingers clutching your hips tightly, an ache in your core. A throbbing heat feeling his length rub your center.

You started off slow, teasing him, you wanted Leon to enjoy this, he deserved to feel good after all he’s down for you. Breaking the kiss, you let your lips trail down his neck, slowly sucking at the skin as he did his best to match the movement of your hips.

Leon wanted more, he knew he could easily slip into your warmth, he knew how easily you could take him but he could already feel that pull. The need to release, he tried to push the feeling away but he knew it was a falling battle.

He wasn’t sure if it was the fabric brushing the tip of his cock or feeling the wetness of your panties barley touching him but he knew he had to cum soon or he’d never get any sleep, he would be up all night thinking about you, what he would do to you.

Your name fell past his lips, his back arching off the bed as he started to breath deeply. Heart garnering his hands clutched your hips tightly as he thrusted up against your covered core releasing in his boxers, his body slumping against the bed.

Hovering over the man you gave him a pleased smile as you felt Leon’s fingers trace small patterns on your skin. “How do you feel handsome?”

“Tired…less stressed. A bit embarrassed that I came so easily. Christ I felt like a teenager again” Leon muttered as he averted his gaze. “And I didn’t get you off did I? Talk about selfish.”

Laughing softly you ran your fingers your his hair then kissed his temple. “First of all, this wasn’t about me Leon, it was to help you destress alright. Second you last longer when he have sex so don’t worry about that.” You tease pinching his cheek. “Besides you can always just fuck me later.”

Humming Leon wrapped your arms around your waist letting you curl into his chest. “Oh I’m defiantly gonna be making you scream my name but right now…I’m gonna need some sleep. You really wore me out.”

“Can’t wait.”

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getosbunsblog · 1 year

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Levi (Snek boi) x reader smut

CW: TWO PENISES. Handjob, blowjob. Slight jealousy issues. He puts only one in cuz he’s like scared. Mammon is in here too cuz ur a slut. Ahem 69, cum play (don’t play with your food kids). Cervix breach. You’re just filthy here. Shitty plot but that’s not why you’re here anyways, you want snu snu.

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You and Levi had become close friends over the time you’ve been in devildom. Having mutual interest and such. He’s actually developed quite the crush on you. Whenever he’s nearby he blushes and loses all his train of thought. But you’re also the only person who he can relax with.

He heard you giggling down the hall in mammons room. While he felt envious, it was nothing new. You always found that moron amusing. The giggling stopped though. Almost suddenly. And no one was talking. He stood up to hear slightly better and then he heard a loud thud. He bolted out of his room. He still heard noises so he quietly opened the door. You were sitting on mammons pool table while his head was in between your legs. You were moaning his name over and over again. Levi could feel himself turn as red as a tomato. Out of anger and slight arousal.

You saw a light from the coroner or you’re eye. The door had been opened. “Oh shit is it Lucifer again?” Was your first thought but then u saw lavender hair and a flushed face. You started lightly smacking mammons head but he didn’t get the message. Levi was just there wide-eyed and in shock. Also in disbelief at how dumb mammon is. You then started yelling “LEVI, LEVI” which made mammon come up and go “what ya sayin that geeks name for? I’m the one eating you out. That virgin couldn’t make you feel like this” mammon glared at you, you pointed to the door. Terrified he turned around and saw Levi standing there. Face red and a slight bulge in his pants “WHAT ARE YOU STANDING THERE FOR?! A FREE SHOW? SCRAM” and with that Levi did, he ran with tears in his eyes.

Levi pov:

Was that how you and mammon talked about him when he wasn’t there??? He started sobbing at the thought of you not actually liking him and just pretending too. We’re you always pretending??? He was crying so hard at the thought of his Henry secretly hating him. His only friend. He barley noticed he was hard. Whilst upset he couldn’t not get hard seeing you half naked on that pool table. Panties hanging on your ankles while your shirt was taken off. Clearly you were braless or atleast just expecting mammon to fuck your brains out. Mammon was right he could never make you feel as good. It was for the best that he was the one doing it. And then he heard a knock at the door “Levi” you said sweetly. He froze. What now?! He stayed silent but you heard him shuffling. “Levi, please I’m sorry about what mammon said” he thought it was sweet. That you came to apologize knowing how sensitive the third born is. “Levi, open up let’s talk” but he was terrified. And said “can you give me a minute?” He needed to get rid of this hard on. And your sweet voice wasn’t helping. So innocent and sweet. Like honey and nectar. He heard light sobbing behind the door. You must’ve thought he was mad at you. He stood up and bolted to the door. He would rather you see his embarrassing hard on than have you cry. He swung open the door and saw u with tears in your eyes, hugging yourself. He grabbed you and pulled you in. Sitting down onto his couch with you beside him

Your pov:

You sat down feeling so bad about the situation you were crying. You climbed into Levi’s lap and put your arms around his shoulders. He was blushing like usual but you just sat there whispering apologizes to him “I’m so sorry Levi, you and me both know that you could make someone feel just as good as mammon can, it’s not right for him to be mean about you lacking experience, I actually think it’s sweet” he looked at you and responded “sweet huh?” “Yea like you’re waiting for someone special”

You pulled out from his neck where u we’re nuzzled and smiled at him. Giving him a kiss on his forehead. Something inside him just imploded and he went for your lips. Locking his lips with yours. You responded kindly to the kiss and moved your lips onto his as well. His tongue poked out tried to get into your mouth. It felt different. You briefly pulled away to confirm something. His tongue sticking out you realized he had a tongue like a snake. “Wow” he looked away “I-I-I know it’s weird, we can stop-“ you slammed your face back on his. God his tongue was sexy. You wish he would eat you out with that tongue. As you continued your hard nipples pressed through your button down and onto his chest. He ripped it off popping the buttons. It was strange to see Levi so dominant. you liked it though

His mouth latched onto one and you started moaning. You were already so sensitive from not finishing earlier. He let it go with a pop. You slid your body down until you were on your knees between his legs. You undid his pants and tried to pull them down before your hand was stopped. “N-no. It’s um different than what you usually see” you kinda just assumed he was uncircumcised or some simple shit. “Levi it doesn’t matter to me, I just wanna be close to you” he then let go of your hand. His face softening. You pulled his face down and two massive cocks smacked you in the cheek. “Holy shit” you stared at him like a kid in a candy store. He looked surprised at your joy. You took the smallest one. (Even though it was still 8.5 inches) into your mouth and started stroking the top one with your hand. He starts lowly whimpering. But then the dominant side comes out again. “Stop” he very clearly demanded, you looked at him surprised. He then laid straight across the couch and then told you to get on top. When you went to hover over his cocks he corrected you. He pulled your cunt to his face. Pulling down your pink lacy panties, with a string of your fluid attached. He left your pretty plaid skirt on the though.

You got the memo and continued giving kitten licks to his other cock now. While switching your hand to the bottom one. He ran his pronged tongue across your clit. You were so into sucking his cocks. You didn’t hear a video start. You noticed he took a hand off your ass and you tried to look to see what he was doing but he thrusted his hips into your mouth and distracted you once again. “WHO MAKES YOU FEEL THE BEST BABY?” He said. “You, you Levi. No one else” you said sobbing “ah yea say my name again, player 2” You were screaming his name onto his cock. You came and squirted on his face and his phone. He then started pulsing in your mouth. Cumming on your face and in your mouth. You turned around your face covered in his cum and your tongue sticking out. Also covered in his cum. You put your fingers on your tongue and started to play with the cum. “Hehe look it has blue sparkles in it” you said innocently. He finally stopped recording. You looked so happy playing with the white liquid with blue glitter in it. It was falling onto your chest and tits. “Aw, no. It tasted good” you said with puppy eyes.

He wiped the cum off your face with his thumb and put it in your mouth. You hummed in satisfaction at the taste. He pulled it out, a trail of saliva following the thumb and leaned onto his chest kissing his neck. You had no intention of finishing yet.

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EXTRA

Mammon, still pissed about being interrupted laid down on his bed groaning in disappointment. He decided it was probably time to sleep. As he was drifting off he heard a “ding” from his phone. He checked, it was Levi. He sat up to see better as he waited for the video to load, he assumed it was a meme video. But then he saw the thumbnail of you naked and playing with Levi’s cum and screaming his name

“Oh it’s on Levi”

#obey me smut #mammon smut #obey me levi #leviathan smut #obey me lemon #mammon x reader #levi x reader #obey me

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Month 10 - Leafbare

This leafbare was turning out to be a grim one. Yarrowshade was still trying to keep his spirit up, but it only got harder and harder. Goldenstar had been distraught after Scorchplume’s abduction and he had tried to be there for her but it had honestly been too close for comfort.

“I didn’t get to tell her I love her!” she had wailed into his side, “I just- I can’t believe she’s gone!” and he hadn’t been able to avoid his own, similar laments. He hadn’t been able to say any of the things he wanted to Nightfrost. He hadn’t been able to grapple with the fact that she was never coming home. Every day he would wake in the morning and look for her only to die a little again when he remembered she was gone.

He honestly had very little memory of consoling Goldenstar. It seemed he had slipped into some kind of daze that had only broken when he woke up the next morning. Goldenstar had apologized but he had laughed her off and assured her it was fine. They hadn’t talked much since then, in fact, if it weren’t for Floodpaw, he had a feeling she might have disappeared from Clan life entirely.

So, once again, he had focused on being there for Barleypaw. Being around her was a lot easier than being around other people. She still laughed at his jokes, she didn’t stare at him with pity like everyone else, and besides, he loved to see her smile. It made everything feel easier. No matter how helpless he felt, he could do one thing and that was make her life better.

“I can’t believe we still haven’t found anything yet,” she complained as their hunting trip started to stretch into the evening. The sun was starting to hang low in the sky, turning the snow orange, and they hadn’t caught a single thing. Maybe that was his fault for taking them into the southern side of the territory, but he was worried about over-hunting the other areas and he wanted her to get more familiar with all of RisingClan’s land.

“I’m sure we’ll find something, Barley-girl,” he said, trying to sound unbothered. “Didn’t Sparrowpaw say there were rabbits up this way?”

“That was on EarthClan’s land,” she said, “remember?” Yarrowshade winced. How could he forget? The incident had caused friction between the two Clans that was extremely poorly timed. He was honestly surprised that Russetfrond hadn’t punished Sparrowpaw more harshly for it. The rogues had been stealing Clan prey but so far nothing else had happened and Orangestar had visited to tell Goldenstar that she wasn’t sure she could continue to support the alliance at the upcoming gathering. Luckily, Sagetooth had been helping EarthClan in Stormwhisper’s absence and that appeared to be enough to keep the alliance intact for now.

“Oh, duh!” he exclaimed, “Next thing you know, I’ll forget how to walk!” Dramatically, he flopped over on top of her, and she squealed in delight.

“Stop it!” she laughed, pushing against him with her little paws and he rolled back onto his feet with a chuckle. “You’re so silly.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, “but you like it.”

She giggled and adjusted her feathers, replacing one that had fallen out of her makeshift mane. “Yeah…”

“Alright, come on,” he purred, “last one to find a catch is a rotten egg.” She laughed and they set out even further, looking for any sign of prey among the dry, dead grass. Yarrowshade quizzed her on the different kinds of stalking techniques, what challenges different kinds of prey presented, and even all the different birds she could name. He was enjoying himself so much, he almost didn’t spot a pair of cats moving through the grass ahead of them.

He caught them out of the corner of his eye then stopped and looked at them more clearly, stretching out a paw to stop Barleypaw as well. “Hold on,” he whispered, “There’s city cats over there.” Barleypaw gasped and crouched down to hide. He sank into his haunches as well, relying on his stripes to hide him among the grass as he stared at them.

Both cats wore kittypet collars. They strolled side by side, laughing and talking between themselves without a care in the world. They were farther from the border than any city cats had been found before. Yarrowshade shifted his weight uncomfortably. This was not good.

“Barley,” he breathed, “I need you to go very carefully and quietly back to camp and get Russetfrond or Goldenstar, okay?”

“On my own?” she asked, big ears trembling.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m going to try and distract the cats until you get back, okay? You’re gonna do great, just pretend this is a hunting assessment. I know you can do it.”

“Okay,” she nodded. After a moment she started to creep backwards then turned and slunk into the grass. Confident that she was safely on her way, he started to approach the kittypets, stealthily at first then slowly rising out of his crouch to raise his tail in greeting. One of the kittypets, a brown and white tabby tom, spotted him before the other did and muttered something to get his companion, a white tom with a black cap and saddle, to look in his direction.

“Hello there, strangers,” Yarrowshade called, “What brings you all the way out here?”

The white and black tom squinted at him darkly and said, “Just walking around. None of your business.”

Yarrowshade already felt anger building up inside him. “Well, it kind of is. Don’t know if you noticed, but you crossed into RisingClan territory a while back.” He was pretty certain that they had noticed but was doing his best to be diplomatic about it.

“Are you calling us stupid?” the tabby asked, squaring his shoulders with a glare.

Great, Yarrowshade thought, so much for that approach.

“Not at all,” he said, “Just trying to give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“Well, good for you,” said the bicolor tom. “You can run along now.” The tabby chuckled and nodded in agreement. Yarrowshade grit his teeth.

“My name’s Yarrowshade,” he said, trying to stay friendly, “What can I call you?”

“Are you thick?” the tabby snapped, rolling his eyes. “He said get lost.”

Yarrowshade couldn’t help himself. “Actually, he said I could run along. That’s different.”

The tabby gave a low, building growl as his hackles started to rise. “Listen, wise guy, we were just minding our business. You should learn to do the same.”

Yarrowshade felt his own fur bristling in kind. “You are my business if you’re on RisingClan territory. If you want me to leave you alone, you should go back to the city.”

“You don’t get to tell us what to do!” the tabby hissed as he gave a warning lunge. Yarrowshade tensed, moving back instinctively as he sized the tom up. He was younger, probably a couple years old, but still strong looking. The white and black tom was closer to his age and seemingly unmoved by the interaction, staring coldly back at him with his ice chip eyes.

When Yarrowshade gave ground, the tabby laughed and seemed to puff up with pride. “Scared, wild cat?” he asked, tail lashing expectantly. “Some savage you are.” He glanced backward at his companion who remained stoic.

Yarrowshade bared his teeth and said, “You would know about savages. I’ve seen what you do to cats.”

“Yeah?” the tabby asked, prowling closer, a threat.

“Yeah,” Yarrowshade glared, matching his posture and slowly starting to circle with him. “I’ve seen how you tear them up inside, leave them broken.” He thought of Aldertail and her eternal jumpiness, of Scorch and her compulsive obfuscation. If it hadn’t been for cats like these two, maybe he and Scorch wouldn’t have been fighting. Maybe she wouldn’t have gone into that trap to spite Goldenstar. Maybe-

The tabby laughed at his words and shot Yarrowshade the filthiest smirk he’d ever seen. Chest puffed out he said, “You’ve seen it, have you? Didn’t realize you wild cats were picking up our sloppy seconds.” Yarrowshade frowned in confusion for a beat before realization dawned on him and he let out a disgusted noise at the vile innuendo.

“What is wrong with you?” he asked, reeling back. The tabby chuckled again and even the other tom huffed a laugh under his breath. Yarrowshade’s blood was boiling. All thoughts of stalling the two were drowned out by the need to make them pay. Before the tabby could get another word in, he ducked low and lunged, eyes locked on the tom’s soft neck. Teeth bared, he went to strike, imagining hot blood pouring over his muzzle like it had when he saved Branchbark from that fox. A good warrior didn’t need to kill to win his battles, but maybe he wasn’t a good warrior. A good warrior would have been able to save his Clanmates. He would just have to settle for avenging them.

Movement flashed in the corner of his vision and, like a serpent, the bicolor tom sprang into action, a heavy paw striking Yarrowshade hard across the forehead. Dazed, he stumbled sideways, momentum lost. The tom pressed his advantage and slashed his claws through Yarrowshade’s ear, then across his muzzle in the other direction.

“Get him, Oreo!” the tabby jeered. Yarrowshade pivoted to face his attacker as he dropped into a defensive crouch. His eyes were watering from the strike to his nose, but he could still see the outline of Oreo’s ears against the bright orange sky. His claws flashed in a series of swipes. None of them connected, but they kept the kittypet at bay long enough for him to blink the tears from his eyes.

“Stay down,” Oreo snarled, arched up on his toes.

Yarrowshade wasn’t thinking properly and the command immediately galvanized him into doing the exact opposite. He darted forward, staying low, and snapped at Oreo’s paws. Teeth caught flesh and Oreo hissed, rearing upward. Then, he slammed back down, bringing his weight onto Yarrowshade’s head again. The warrior crumpled into the ground as his vision blurred and his ears rang. He tried to roll sideways, out of harm, but teeth sank into his fur and pulled. It seemed the tabby had taken the opportunity to get a hit of his own in.

The tom tugged at Yarrowshade’s neck, near the shoulder, and he cried out in pain. Luckily, the bite had only caught his loose skin but that didn’t stop it from hurting like the Dark Forest. He whirled his hindquarters around to kick at the tabby and his claws caught something fleshy. The tabby hissed and pulled backwards and Yarrowshade crowed triumphantly.

The victory was short-lived. Oreo reared up again and brought his paws down on Yarrowshade’s ribs hard. His breath evacuated his chest in a wheeze and before he could suck it back in, Oreo reared up and bashed his ribs again. Something primal in Yarrowshade’s body screamed at him. He was in trouble.

“You think you can mess with us?!” the tabby spat, swatting roughly at his head. “I’ll show you how broken we can leave someone!” Yarrowshade scrambled backwards, unable to see and out of balance. As he withdrew, the tabby’s claws snagged his lower lip and tore and Oreo got a good swipe on his shoulder, tearing out a chunk of fur. Blood dripped down his face. The two city cats loomed closer in the blazing light of the sunset.

Yarrowshade growled a warning but it was an empty threat. If they kept on him like that, there wasn’t much he could do. At least I’ll get to see Nightfrost again, he thought briefly but immediately banished the thought. No, Barleypaw needed him. Goldenstar needed him. The whole Clan needed him! He tried to weigh his options in the brief respite and none of them were great. He knew the territory better than they did. Maybe if he ran, he could lead them to an old badger sett and lose them in the tunnels.

“You stupid bitch,” the tabby started advancing again. “This is Exalted territory now, you hear me?” He came in with a few short swipes which Yarrowshade dodged. Yarrowshade countered with a sweeping claw attack that nicked the tabby’s muzzle, but even before he had finished he knew that he had gone too wide. The tabby spat furiously and punished him with a bite on the other side of his neck. That bite, while still not serious, hit more solidly into muscle instead of skin, and Yarrowshade screeched in fury.

He rained a few blows down around the tom’s ears and they broke apart again. Both of their tails were bottle brushed and their eyes wild. Yarrowshade wheezed with a wince. His ribs were not happy about the move he had just pulled, that was for sure. In his periphery, Oreo had paused to stare off into the distance.

“More savages, moving fast,” he said. “Seems like the party’s over, Milo.”

“Dammit,” huffed the tabby, following his gaze. “Things were just getting good.”

“Let’s go,” Oreo droned, sounding bored. He turned with a swish of his tail and started back towards the border as if nothing had happened. Yarrowshade glared but couldn’t do much more than try and catch his breath.

The tabby, Milo, sneered at him and said, “We’ll have to finish this later, pretty boy.” Yarrowshade frowned in confusion. Was the kittypet hitting on him? It didn't feel like it, but what kind of insult was calling someone pretty? Turning, Milo ran his tongue over his muzzle and bounded to catch up with Oreo. Once they had disappeared in the grass, Yarrowshade let himself topple onto one side and threw back his head to pant for air.

Not long after that, he heard Goldenstar’s voice calling his name. Stars, she sounded afraid.

Guiltily, he inclined his head in her direction and shouted, “Here,” then hissed sharply in pain. It seemed like using his lungs was going to upset his ribs for a while. The sound of pawsteps grew nearer and soon Goldenstar, Russetfrond, Ospreymask, and Barleypaw emerged from the grass. Goldenstar was at his side immediately.

“Yarrowshade!” she gasped, hovering over him with an anxious twitch in her tail. “Stars, are you alright? Someone get Sagetooth-”

“I’m fine,” he wheezed, dismissively waving a paw. “Just resting… Got a few bruised ribs is all.” Russetfrond was sniffing at the flattened grass while Ospreymask perked her ears and stood watch.

“Looks like they’re heading back to the city,” she said.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “they left as soon as they saw you coming. Seems like they don’t care for fair fights. Ow…” He shifted a bit, trying to figure out exactly how bad standing up was going to be.

“I’m sorry,” Barleypaw whispered. “I wasn’t fast enough.”

“No, no, no,” he said quickly even though his sides ached. “You did perfect Barley-girl. I’m the one who messed up.”

“What happened?” Goldenstar asked. She settled down next to him and started grooming the wounds on his neck and face with a worried firmness.

“Uh…” he groaned. “I was gonna try and stall them ‘till you arrived but…” He paused to catch his breath then continued, “but they just pissed me off. You should have heard the crowfood they said.” Glancing at Barleypaw, he added, “or, rather, be glad you didn’t.”

Russetfrond growled disapprovingly. “So they said some mean words and you started a fight you couldn’t win?”

“Russetfrond,” Goldenstar frowned, but Yarrowshade laid his tail over her paw to stop her.

“Yeah. I wasn’t thinking right.”

Russetfrond scoffed and looked away, tail lashing. Goldenstar sighed and gave his muzzle one last lick.

Standing, she said, “Let’s get you back to camp before dark, okay?”

“Sure thing, Goldie,” he said. “I can’t wait for Sagetooth to chew me out.”

“Maybe my Papa can fix it,” Barleypaw offered. “He won’t chew you out.”

“Thanks, Barley,” he smiled. Holding his breath, he heaved himself to his feet then let the air out slowly between pursed lips. That particular move was not a pleasant one, that was for sure.

“What about the rogues?” Ospreymask asked.

“I’ll go find the border patrol,” Russetfrond said, “update them on the situation. Maybe now Orangestar will start taking things seriously.”

“Yeah,” she frowned.

Goldenstar stepped up close to support Yarrowshade and he gratefully leaned his head on her shoulder. She didn’t need to say anything. He knew she would do anything within her power to see him well again. He felt painfully unworthy.

Barleypaw slid into place on his other side, barely touching him but keeping close. He imagined that was more for her sake than his and he gladly twined his tail with hers in the hopes that it would be a reassuring gesture. The walk back to camp was not going to be pleasant, but at least he was with friends. He thought back on the encounter and emblazoned the tabby’s face into his mind. That made the fourth city cat he owed a beating. He was going to have to put in some battle training if he ever wanted to repay them all.

UPDATES: - Yarrowshade gets into a fight with rogues and has to take time off of his duties to heal from the injuries.

#clan gen #clangen #warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats oc #warriors oc #clangen oc #clan gen oc #Yarrowshade #Barleypaw #Milo #Oreo #Russetfrond #Goldenstar #Leafbare #swear warning #clangenrising

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b-as-i-ll-e · 1 year

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Diluc x (f) reader

Summary: a little teasing to diluc's already rough day led to a rougher result (rough sex, masturbation, doggy style, orgasm denial, hair pulling)

Warning: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! 🔞

A/N: send thirsts

You don't don't know how delicious it was to have his hips slam into yours every time you enticed him to. How easily is was to push his buttons... quite literally.

Diluc had been working for quite sometime as his export were reaching across tevat. His schedule was looking more and more busier leaving you alone and... wanting. Today you were particularly needy as you already played with yourself twice today. But your fingers were nothing compared to thickness of diluc's cock.

You entered his study as he organized his pile of papers. Immediately the air felt thick with your lust.

"Yes My Love?" He asked. You circled around his chair and leaned down to wrap your arms around his neck. "Is something the matter?"

"Mm hmn" you mumble as you breathe softly against his ear. He tries to ignore how your little actions had such an affect on him as he continues working. Your fingers play with the gem on his tie loosening it ever so slowly. As it finally comes undone the tips of your fingers drag across his shirt unbuttoning every button along the way. Your other hand begins to play with his chest tracing every muscle you can get access. He groans and chokes trying his best to compose himself and keep working.

"I need you diluc" you whisper against the shell of his ear. Your hand travels over his clothes and further down just barely over his erect cock. But you won't touch it.

"I need to work..." The hand over his groin moves over and in-between your legs as you spread your pussy lips and tease your clit.

"Ah!" You squeal right against his ear. His head rolls back as you moan against his ear. "Take a break... come play with me?"

That's how it all started. Now he has your arms pinned by the side of your head as he licks and sucks that special part of your neck. You wish to cling to him as he pounds against your tight little pussy but all you can do is just take it. He bites against your neck causing your cunt to tighten and his cock to twitch inside you. Your head spins at every thrust and you beg for.

"Please diluc MORE." You growl on the brink of insanity. You arch you back and instantly he hits your g-spot. Your toes curl and your eyes roll to the back of your head. His hips never falter and all you see is stars.

"Aaaahaahh" you cry out from the overwhelming sensation. You haven't even orgasmed yet. But you are so close. His arms let go of your wrists as groans into your ears loudly. His hips somehow thrust even faster making your hands grab a hold of his hair. He eventually pulls at your nipples squeezing your breast occasionally. He travels his hand down to your core flicking your enlarged bud.

You gasp as your body twitches soon turning into convulsions as he tenderly rubs your clit. "Say my name my love"

"Di... ah!" You roll your body with his to match the rhythm of his hips. As he pulled apart so did you so when he moved in your hips collided with his.

"SAY. IT" He nearly growls. He slows down on his actions at a snails pace and you whine at the loss. You pant losing your breath as you barley whisper his name.

"Di...diluc... hah"

"I apologize my dear what was that?" He stops his movements completely. You nearly cry as you move your hips to replicate what he did before.

"Please diluc!"

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me diluc, please!" He lifts himself off your body and twists your body.

"Get on your knees" you adjust your body quickly practically begging like a bitch in heat. Your ass in the air and your face in the sheets as he tenderly grabs your hair and pulls. He re-enters your poor throbbing cunt as you gasp, moan, and groan.

"Oh fuck diluc you're so big" he thrusts hard and never stops. He tugs at your hair even harder. While the other hand reaches around and once again plays with your clit. Rubbing it hard and fast.

"Cum inside... ahhh... please!" Something inside snaps from the both of you. You push your ass further into the air as everything tightens and releases. Warm load after load spills into your cunt as diluc wildly thrusts losing that hard rhythm.

"Fuck my darling" he groans against your ear. Breathing heavily he places his arms on each side of your head.

"Thank you my love..." you breathe out.

"What makes you think we're done?" He flips you once again.

#diluc smut #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #master diluc #diluc x y/n #diluc x you #genshin fic #genshin oc #genshin imagines

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applepi-1 · 5 months

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Work Wife _Suna Rintaro

You hated that you were late, Suna told you about the dinner party his company was throwing last week, and you told him you should’ve been out of your meeting before, but here you were rushing around your house, jumping into your dress and forcefully throwing your heels on before grabbing your bag and phone and ran out the house, you had your driver speed to get there as you fixed your hair. You stepped out looking presentable enough, you slowly walked inside looking around for Suna, seeing him with a group of guys. You walked over to the bar getting a drink to fix your sore throat, before looking at how hot he looks in his suit. “Hi.” You looked over at the woman who approached you. “I’m sorry I don’t think we met, I’m G/n.”

“Y/n, nice to meet you.”

“Are you on a lower floor of the company? I don’t remember seeing you?”

“Oh, no, I’m here with someone.”

“Oh, my apologies, I see you have your eyes fixed on Suna over there.”

“Oh.” You blushed looking away feeling slightly embarrassed you were caught.

“It’s fine, I do it all the time.”

“Excuse me?”

“May we have everyone’s attention, please?” You turned your head to Osamu. “I have a special announcement, well, my dear friend Suna has a special announcement to his beautiful wife.” Everyone in the crowd clapped as Suna walked up the stairs.

“Um thanks, Osamu, so I’ve been working at this company for 15 years now.” More clapping was applaud as he smiled in your direction holding up a Champaign glass. “I wouldn’t of been able to keep my head on my shoulders if it wasn’t for my love, making sure I’ve ate, asking if I called someone about an important subject or just being there. I love you my queen, I wouldn’t of been able to do any of this without you. Or any of my coworkers you guys have been a big help too. Thank you.” You clapped smiling as he began to make his way towards you.

“Hubby, you didn’t have to say all that.” You looked at her confused as Suna reached you. “But I love you too.” She went to touch him but you grabbed her arm.

“Excuse me what are you doing?”

“Hugging my husband.”

“You’re what?”

“He belongs to me that boy-“

“Is mine.” You said showing her the ring, her face fell looking at Suna who bit his lip looking at his wife.

“Oh, you’re the wife, it must of slipped my mind he hardly mentions you at work.”

“I hear my name enough at home.” Suna smirked looking down at you as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Oh, that’s… great. Oh yeah Suna don’t let me forget I have your jacket in my bag.”

“Why does she have your jacket?”

“Yeah, I had to borrow it out of his bag the other day.”

“I didn’t realize you had it honestly.”

“I haven’t had the chance to wash it yet, so it still smells like me, actually smells like that perfume you got me last Christmas.”

“What perfume?”

“The one you picked out for the females because I didn’t know what to get them.”

“Oh, yeah, and it’s fine we can wash it at home.”

“By the way, you look gorgeous.” Suna releases your waist to grab your hand doing a little spin for him.

“I look rushed, I was rushed I barley had time to do my hair I’m glad I got my dress on right.”

“None sense, you look effortlessly beautiful tonight.”

“Awe, I’m sorry I’m a bit late, my meeting ran later than I thought.”

“It’s fine, you still look elegant.”

“Awe. You’re too good for me.”

“None sense, I’m going to grab a drink, I love you.” He quickly pecked your lips smiling at you.

“I love you.” He kissed you once more before talking to the barmaid.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I had no idea you were coming, Suna might of mentioned it but I thought he said you weren’t going to make it.”

“Ahh, yes, Rintaro is very bad at not checking his messages, but then again I’m glad he didn’t. There’s a voicemail of me sounding rushed as I grabbed my keys and fought with our door.”

“I’m sure you’re kids were entertained.” You cleared your throat smiling weakly at her. “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” Her voice was far from sincere.

“No, no. We talked about having kids, it’s just been too busy is all.”

“Oh no, too bad.” You nodded your head looking back at your husband, you looked at the girl before walking toward Suna grabbing his arm leading him away from the crowd.

“Well, hello to you too.”

“Let’s have a baby.” Suna’s eyes widen before looking around the room, he sighed looking back at you.

“I thought we talked about this, works just been too crazy, and not just mine yours too.”

“Then I’ll quit.”

“Y/n.”

“I want kids, I want your kids, I want a family Rin, I’m ready if you still are.”

“You’re being serious?” You smiled at him stepping closer placing both hands on his shoulders.

“As a heart attack.” He quickly wrapped his arms around you lifting you off the ground as he spun you quickly, placing you down for his lips to meet yours. You smiled pulling him closer.

“I love you, come on.” He grabbed your hand leading you to an elevator.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“To make a baby.” He tells you as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“But, your company is throwing you a promotion party.”

“They’ll be okay for an hour.”

“An hour?”

“Oh, I definitely gotta make sure you get pregnant.”

“Suna, this is crazy, you’re crazy.” He stops at the elevator looking at you as if you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. “Let’s be crazy together.” He smirked as the door opened leading you inside, pressing your lips to his as he hits the stop button in the elevator. “We’re doing this here? What if the music stops and people hear us?”

“Let them hear those beautiful angelic moans of yours, I don’t care, I need you right now, I want you right now.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? No more interruptions?”

“None, here, now kiss me.” He didn’t need to be told twice as his cold lips met your warm ones, backing you into the elevator walls. He was more thankful the elevator wasn’t made of glass like some of the coworkers wanted, seeing he doesn’t mind if they hear you, but sure as hell don’t want them to see you.

#work wife #haikyuu #fluff #cute haikyuu #angst #haikyuu!!#haikyuuimagines #suna x you #suna rintarō #suna x reader #Suna workwife #workwife meets real wife #jealous #elevator makeouts

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kimetsu-chan · 2 months

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Heyy! I’m back! I was wondering if I could ask for another request! I’m so sorry if this seems like a lot to ask, and you don’t have to accept the request if you don’t want to!

My 2nd request would be the same concept (Tokito Muichiro X Hashira!Reader)

But this time we get a different point of view! Through Shinobu’s!

Of course she has already built a sibling-like relationship with (Reader) and treats them like they’re her own flesh and blood, though she never thought she would hold a sort of resentment towards a certain air-headed Hashira!

Of course Shinobu only wants the best for (Reader) so seeing that they are going after this forgetful and blunt boy didn’t feel like the best decision on (Reader)‘s part.

And when she sees that Muichiro might see (Reader) more than a friend, oh she’s livid

She thinks (Reader) is way too young to be involved with a relationship like that! She barley allowed (Reader) to become a Hashira at their age, but this was crossing the line!

Ever since then Shinobu’s been sort of passive aggressive towards Muichiro, each time he came to the Butterfly Mansion to get his wounds treated, Shinobu always seemed quiet and her smile a lot more strained as she asked about him and (Reader)

Of course Muichiro began talking before quickly trailing off, his mind wandering. The only thing that brought him back was the slight stinging sensation from how tightly Shinobu had been wrapping his wounds-(If this is a one shot like the first one, please add this part! Idk I think it would be funny😆)

But Shinobu was only being over-protective, always putting herself between (Reader) and Muichiro, most of the time with it ending with Muichiro eventually wandering off since he had forgotten who he was speaking to in the first place-

Add more if you’d like! I hope this request reaches you in a good place, please take your time and have a good day!

~Passive Aggression~

A/N: that’s totally okay! As long as I’m accepting requests and as long as it doesn’t break any rules, I’d be happy to take requests at pretty much any time! Once again, thank you so much for making it detailed, it really helps a lot. This one might be a little(a lot) shorter as I haven’t eaten all day and I’m kinda tired, so I apologize for that! I hope you enjoy this one as much as the first!

TWs: none, I don’t think. Shinobu’s just upset at Mui :>

Shinobu had been picking up on… things.

She had been observing the way her younger sibling would always conveniently disappear during lunch, and how they would always get just a little bit happier at the mention of a specific mist hashira.

And that irked Shinobu to no end.

One, she felt as if [Name] was far too young to be in a romantic relationship. And two, him? Seriously? Of all people?

She would almost rather [Name] fall in love with… Genya… or literally anyone else.

Not only was he crass and rude, he was also rather irresponsible. Shinobu couldn’t count on both hands the amount of times she has had to patch up wounds of his that could’ve been easily avoided.

Ever since she had learned about their mutual interest in each other, Shinobu had been more careless in how gentle she was when patching up the amnesiac boy. She would be talking to him and “accidentally” tighten the bandages just tight enough to elicit a hiss from the boy. She’d throw in a sarcastic, “Oh sorry, did that hurt?” before continuing.

Every time she heard [Name] ramble about Muichiro, and vice versa, it took everything she had not to roll her eyes. Whenever she saw the two alone, she would always approach them with a very strained smile.

And if Muichiro ever got a little too close to [Name] for Shinobu’s comfort, she’d would suddenly need their help with something, urgently.

And if that didn’t work, she’d physically get in between them. She would do her best to keep a polite tone of voice, but it was always clear that she was running thin on patience.

Thankfully, for Muichiro’s sake, he would always get quickly distracted and go off to do something else.

Shinobu also really like to “joke” that she was always in need of volunteers to try her new medicines, to test if they were safe to use on patients or if they would have any bad side effects.

Oh, and if Muichiro were to ever fall sick? Oh he’s getting the grossest tasting medicine that Shinobu has in stock.

So long story short, Muichiro better mature up a bit and wait until he and [Name] were a bit older if he ever wanted to Shinobu to even consider letting him court them.

A/N: it was really fun to imagine Shinobu reacting to Mui and [Name]. She’d def get really petty too.

this was not proofread, bc I’m too lazy for that—

Taglist: @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @larz-barz @sweetstarryeyedgirl @cloudymistedskies (ik cloudy didn’t specifically ask to be tagged, but KURA said I should tag them :3)

#🍁#hehehe #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #muichiro x reader #demon slayer muichiro #kny muichiro #muichiro tokito #x reader #reader x character #anime x reader #reader insert

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ariicandy · 9 months

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╭・Being Miles’ Younger Sibling !! PT.2

Pt 2 cause I still got some more in mind 😜😜 gonna do e-42 miles soon but as usual,

Grammar mistakes are here I apologize !!

︎ㅤ︎ㅤ❥︎ ┈ whenever you guys are calling late at night and he is on patrol, the call will either randomly end because he ran into a building/poll or u hear him run into the poll/building with an “ow”. Best assure he WILL need the best phone case && screen protector.

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ he’s probably those siblings that randomly go to your room and dont say anything. It might be annoying but to him, it just makes him glad you’re okay and no one/nothing is going to hurt you when he’s around.

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ nicknames he call you are probably like bro, a shorten version of your name(example bri for brianna, Nicky for Nicolas or Danny etc etc.) and sometimes just do a “HEY” depending on context like he’s gonna show you something he thinks is cool or interesting.

❥︎ ┈ if you share a talent you and miles are both good at like a subject in school, best believe you guys will share test scores and brag who got the highest. A small competition of whoever gets the highest scores gets to go get their favorite snack,food, or dessert while the other has to pay for it. If you both got the same scores then no one gets a treat! But miles being the big sweet brother he is, buys you something to celebrate!!

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ If miles had to save you when he was fighting, he was panicking. He ran over to you after knocking the villain checking if you are okay or have any injuries. Reassure him you’re okay and he’ll finally calm down that nothing hurts or have any bruises on you. Just know he’ll talk about it a LOT.

❥︎ ┈ alternate version of miles saving you but you got Injured(badly or not really your choice!) miles would be running to the hospital and be the first person to show up next to you, even before your parents. They try to calm miles down while he is scared and anxious waiting for your surgery to be done and well(if you chose very bad injury)

or they still try to calm him down a bit in the room with you even tho it wasn’t too serious serious.(not very bad choice)

Either one, miles would still be terrified and panicky because he was suppose to keep you safe as your older brother and as spiderman to his advantage. His heart can finally rest knowing you can leave, best assure he’ll give you the biggest hug and never want to let go.

Mama Morales: “Miles that’s enough let [name] have some space and air.”

Miles: “noo one more minute :((“

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ He’ll probably use the excuse of saving you that time JUST SO you don’t go out alone. He definitely got a bit more anxiety and paranoid whenever you come just a little late home. you- “okay ima head out for a bit!” miles - “Let me go with you [n/n]!” you- “Miles I’ll be fine-“ Miles- “But remember last time I wasn’t with you :((“ You end up having miles next to the whole time you went out

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ If the spot killing you because of “what he did to him” and spot destroying his life being his canon event, miles would never get over it and never forgive himself. I would rather disturb this canon event thing just to save your life even if it means he’ll lose his dad or his mom. He can’t lose Someone who was there for him day 1 or even later on he didn’t tell you day 1, he barley has anyone to talk to about this and his own sibling having to be that sacrifice?? He would rather let this dimension collapse with him or break every possible canon event that evolves around you dying than actually really happening. ㅤ❥︎ ┈ He has had nightmares about you or your parents(Mr. & Mrs. Morales) dying from him failing to save any of you by not trying to do both, saving everyone and saving one person close to you. ( see what I did there😜) whenever he has these nightmares he will go check up any of you by opening the door quietly and slowly to not make noise that’ll wake you up. It calms him down seeing you just peacefully sleeping undisturb by the world.

#across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #into the spider verse #into the spiderverse #atsv #itsv #atsv miles morales #itsv miles #miles morales #atsv miles #miles x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #atsv x reader #atsv x you #miles morales fic

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beeandheroddobsessions · 1 year

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Pairing: Elvis x f!reader

Summary: Elvis teaches you a thing or two

Warings: MDNI!! SMUT!! Not a plot in sight fr. Oral (m.recieving). Spanking. Mean!Elvis. Manipulation. Coercion(?) Iressponsible parents fr Elvis is kind of a creep. Innocence kink?

A/N: The shit, in-fact, did not fit. I’m not as upset because i had a good stopping point. Anywho, I’m testing the waters with my smut writings but real talk, i kinda like this one. Let me hush though, Happy reading! - Bee 💕

Trembling. You were trembling.

Sex was a taboo in your world, even at eighteen. Asking about such “an egregious thing for a young lady” would garner harsh looks and curt responses. But you're a growing girl; curiosity couldn’t stay at bay forever. You’d pester about the things you’d hear around the schoolyard in an attempt to ‘keep up’ with your peers, yet those burning questions would garner the same response, “That’s not an appropriate question for you to be askin’.”

After no luck at home and barley any innvitation into a conversation at school, you let the question die off in the cold. Being left in the dark about the act led to you forgetting about it all together.

So how you ended up underneath this handsome devil is a mystery. Well, not entirely; He found you in a tailor shop, picking up a dress that needed hemming. His eyes raked over your form, deciding he’d have you before even knowing your name. You kept your head down while walking, meek and quiet. He liked how you stumbled over your words and apologized for every move you made. He liked that you were timid.

What he really liked was the way your face flustered when the clerk threw a less than tasteful remark your way. Innocence was practically oozing out of the pores on your pretty face, and he intended to drain it dry. The man couldn’t help himself, his conviction didn’t concern him. Shamelessly, he stepped in line with the door as you made your way to the exit. The thud of your body into his made him shiver.

The profuse apologies escaping those soft lips of yours made his pants tighten. He thought of how you’d sound in his bed, wondering if you’d whimper and plead with him. Elvis let you rattle on for a bit, busy studying, looking for something to draw you in. Your hair, or rather the tiny pin holding the style together gave it away.

A music note? Oh, he had it in the bag for sure. The brunett stopped you and introduced himself As if he hadn’t had eyes on you from the start. When you spoke your name, fate was sealed. He gave you a smirk, asking what type of music you liked. Blues was your answer. Hearing this had Elvis wondering what he did to get so lucky. He could work with the blues. An invite for a private performance was all it took.

One thing led to another, and you find yourself wedged between the soft bed and a charming adonis. Though his body hovers over yours, clothes have yet to be shared, a kiss yet to be shed. The intimacy of this scenario would be awkward had it been with anyone else. You’re nervous, and he knows it. How his eyes wander over your features with a knowing look makes you hot—burning with desire. Elvis hasn’t made a move past this; even so, you feel a warmth pool in your belly.

Is this normal? Is this a good thing? Why can’t you look away? The questions you have, accompanied by the position, are overwhelming.

Elvis can see the panic in those big doe eyes and decides to have a little fun.“what’s the matter, honey? Never been up close n’ personal with a man before?”

You can’t lie to save your life, so the shame of inexperience looms over your head. Retreating into yourself and avoiding the inquiry all together seems like the saftest option. Brining your hands to your face as if they’d save you makes Elvis chuckle.

“Oh now, none of that. I asked you a question, little one. I expect an answer.” He says, while removing the makeshift barrier. You open your mouth to speak, hoping that if you oblige, he’ll let up. Before a sound is made, Elvis lowers his head to the crook of your neck. Breath fanning against your skin, raising goosebumps over your body. A small gasp is all you can manage.

The handsome devil squeezes your waist, grip firm as he peppers kisses down your neck and chest, lanidng just above your clevage.

“What’d I say? Hm, sweet baby? Give me an answer.” He demands, peering up to find your gaze.

Ohh this…this was intense. Should there be a pulse down there? You have no clue. What you do know is that you aren’t about to look this man in the eye if you don't have to. His effect on your body is something you can’t explain, even if you wanted to. The hand on your waist travels to your thigh. Dangerously close to the hem of your dangerously short dress. His expression is calm, but the words that leave his mouth are serious.

“Honeybee, m’not gon ask ya again. Ya ignore me one more time, m’gon bend you over my knee.”

Though curious to discover what he means, the fear of being unprepared for something like that has you scrambling for an answer. You don’t even remember the question? ‘Have you ever’…what the hell was it? Panic sets in as you realize he’d distracted you on purpose.

The silence is enough for Elvis to start moving. You blink and are suddenly hoisted off of the bed that offered you some sense of security. Elvis is amused, eager to see how you’d handle this. He slides to the edge of the bed, planting his feet and, just as promised, bends you over his knee. He feels your breasts flush against his lap and shudders. This was going to be fun.

“you can count can’t ya?” He asks, eyebrow raised.

You can’t do much but nod, hoping he isn’t serious about this. The sting against your ass proves you wrong; a yelp escapes your throat. Remembering his initial demand, you sputter out the number as best you can.

“O-one”

Elvis tsks at you, taunting further. His hand soothes the burn as he shakes his head. “No, no, baby. That one don’t count. I told ya when I ask a question, ya answer it. Startin to think there ain’t much up in that pretty little head of yours.”

You can practically feel the smug look on his face. “M’sorry Elvis-” THWACK.

That one hurt worse than the first. He’s got you right where he wants you. Unsure of what to do, looking to him for guidence. It shakes him up real good, seeing you plead for help with your eyes; truly a thrilling experience for him. he likes playing with your psyche. Should you count to two? Or was that the new number oned? You were helpless.

His cool rings matched with the breeze rolling over your now warm backside leaves you in a spiral, adding to the already intese wave of desire. He is the escense of perfection right now. Something primal has you dripping, wanting more.

Much like any other time you feel this way, mother’s words float through your head. Inappropriate. To crave more of whatever this was, to feel this way. It was a sin. Urges were a temtation, same as the man who has you hunched over.

If your mother could see you now, “Unladylike,” she’d say. “Whorish,” your father would sneer. the guilt was beginning set in. You couldn’t do this. what would everyone think? If she found out, mama wuld surley tell the entire congregation of your sin. Daddy would surley disown you for even looking at a man like this. little by little, the lust you’re feeling starts to disapate.

Another delicious sting pulls you from the confines of your mind. Slick begins to leak through the white lace adorning your lower half. “Ya like this. Dontcha, baby? Like havin’ me discipline ya? Teachin’ ya some manners?”

You try to resist his accusation, shaking your head as if you hadn’t already been caught.

“No? Ya don’t like it?” He presses further, smirk everlasting as he continues to caress your ass. “No, I—um, I d-dont.” You sputter, attempting to sound as convincing as possible. Elvis nods but doesn’t say much “Mm, mhm.”

Without warning, he runs two fingers over your panties, stopping right above that little bundle of nerves, doing nothing more than adding a little pressure.

The moan that escapes you teeters on pornographic. Never in your eighteen years on this earth have you made a sound like that. You have one thought bouncing around. Inappropriate, my ass; this is magic.

Just as quickly as he gave you a taste of bliss, he rips it away. You keen and wiggle your hips, needing a sliver of friction. Elvis is tickled pink; his laughs do nothing to quell the fire he’s lit.

“See honey, ya do like it. S’okay, mama, I’ll break ya in real nice.” With that, he sits you up and admires his work. Pride swells in his chest as he takes it all in. Your begging eyes, reddened face, slick thighs, twiddling thumbs, it’s got him hot, real hot. you feel small under his stare. He flashes a crooked smile and spreads his legs a bit. “Ya wanna meet little Elvis, honey? Ya might wanna get to know him before we start havin’ fun.”

Your response flies out of your mouth before you can even think “Like…Like sex?”

Elvis nods his head, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And it might’ve been, for any other soul, but not for y/n.

Still, you take this as an opportunity to find out what you’re working with; your eyes shift to his pants. Again, fear washes over your body, ‘little,’ he says.

“Elvis, I don’t think-” you choke on your words, feeling like the room is spinning. Guilt nips at you again, but you're a big girl now. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for the second half of that sentence.

“i—yes, I do. I’m—M’jus scared. Ain’t never seen a man before.”

When he hears ‘scared,’ Elvis’s features soften, and he sits up, fumbling over his words, same as you, “Honey, I ain’t gon hurt ya if that’s what your thinkin’, I know—I k-know I jus’ t-tanned ya up bu-but I wasn’t a-actually hurtin’ ya was I? If I d-did m’sor-”

You giggle at his change in demeanour and shake your head. “No, Elvis it ain’t that. Jus.. well my mama says that what we’re fixin’ to do ain’t appropriate. says it ain’t ladylike. This is what whores-”

Elvis is quick to shut you up with a hungry kiss. It’s far from graceful, teeth clashing, tounges fumbling, but it’s enough to shoo away the last bit of doubt. When you pull back for air, he begins to reassure you.

“You ain’t gon be a whore for nobody but me. Alright? Put that pile of horseshit outta your mind.” You nod your head, and he mimics you.

With that out of the way, Elvis starts to undo his belt. You’re on the edge of your seat; this would be the first time you’d ever seen a man in his most natural state. It’s riveting. He shimmies out of his trousers, letting them pool around his ankles before kicking them off completely. You’re shocked to find he isn’t wearing underwear.

His cock slaps against his stomach, earning a mewl from you. There was no doubt that Elvis was blessed; the print in those pants left little to the imaginatiou, but the display before you is mouthwatering. He’s Uncut, thick, veins that run along the lenght, an angry red tip, with balls heavy, and ready to spill. There’s hair, but it’s neatly kept.

Elvis lazily strokes himself, watching you burn the image into your memory. You didn’t think this is what it would be like. Schoolyard talk had you stuck with the image of a worm between every mans legs.

“Can…can I touch it?” you ask, wanting to explore this new territory. Elvis gives you a cheeky grin and nods, taking your hand in his, replacing it with his own. He lets out a groan when your fingers wrap around him. He’s heavy in your hands, never mind how he’d feel inside you. Elvis begins to guide you, growing more impatient by the second. “Move your hand jus like that, baby.”

You do as told, afraid of making any moves without help. Elvis’s hands glide down your spine as he watches you, concentration never breaking. “Go on and wrap your pretty lips round the tip, like ya would a sucker. No teeth though, darlin’.”

Hesitantly, you lean down. Uncertain of what to expect, your tongue swipes over the small hole, testing the waters. Elvis takes a sharp breath; scared to have done something wrong, you quickly pull away.

“I—m’sorry, I jus-”

Elvis pulls you into him, giving you a gentle kiss. “Felt good, mama. Real good. Keep goin’,” he reassures, wanting nothing more than your mouth on his aching cock. With a nod, you resume your ministrations. You swirl your tongue around his tip before wrapping around him entirely. The taste of pre-cum sends your eyes to the back of your head.

“That’s a good girl, I knew ya knew how to listen.”

Too focused on the task at hand, the teasing goes unnoticed. How much of him could you take? Elvis is taken by surprise when you attempt to find out. His head lulls back. Hands tangle in your tresses as you gag around him. “Fuck, honey. Ya learn quick.”

On your way back up, Elvis tightens his grip on your hair, sending you back down. “Stay right there, babydoll. G-Goddamnit, that’s a good girl!”

Looking up through your lashes, you find him with lips parted, eyes closed, and chest beginning to rise and fall a little faster. The sight makes you shift to create a bit of friction. As he holds you in that same spot, air becomes scarce. Tears well in your eyes; you tap his thigh, hoping he’ll give you a breather. Elvis’s eyes open, and his features set in a pout.

“Ya need air, baby?” He asks, seeming genuine.

Nodding frantically, you move to pull off, but he keeps you locked in place. “Then breath through your nose. Gotta be able to suck me good n’ proper. Can’t do that if youre runnin’ for air all the time.”

Realizing he’s serious, you have no choice but to redirect your breathing. When you finally get the hang of it, Elvis wastes no time moving. Your head bobbing just wasn’t enough, his hips buck up, speed increasing as he focuses on his release. The sound of you choking only spurs the musician on further. Obsceneites leave his mouth with little shame.

“Come on honey, shit, I know ya got it in ya.”

“Feels so damn good, princess.”

“Gonna taste me for days, sweetheart.”

You whine around his cock, sending a pleasant shock through his body. Pants and grunts escape the star above you, leaving your underwear far past the point of no return. Elvis can’t help but use you to chase his high. Having someone so innocent, so malleable, so willing, sends him careening toward that ledge much quicker than he had intended.

His core tightens, and his thrusts lose their rhythmic pace. Elvis is more than vocal as he abuses your poor throat. His thighs clench, and his toes curl; he’s so close. Bliss brings him to the moon, the only word leaving his mouth is your name. Wondering what the effect would be, you graze your fingertips over his balls. That does it. With a yelp, Elvis stills and spills down your throat, the option to spit taken away.

He pulls you off with a ‘pop.’ He sees a fucking mess. Your hair’s disheveled, drool is everywhere, mascara cascading down your cheeks. You do indeed look like a whore, and Elvis loves every second of it. He pulls you onto his lap, arms snaking around your waist.

“Your mama’s a goddamn liar. That was the most ladylike thing I’ve ever seen. Now, s’time for me to show ya how a man takes care of his lady.”

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moneymasnn · 2 years

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Hi! could you write sth fluff with domestic mason. Maybe the reader and him cooking on a sunday night and doing facetime with ben. Then they cuddle in the sofa and talk about their plans on Monday. The night routine they do in the bathroom. Just domestic mason with his girlfriend!!!!

Sunday kind of love | Mason Mount fluff

Notes: I loved writing this! thank you for the request! enjoyyyy mainly just mason being a simp xx (Also this is loosely based off one of my fave songs- A Sunday kind of love: by Etta James!) gif by @movnt | 3.1k words

Blurb: One where after a Saturday night out you and mason spent a Sunday morning together filled with love.

Warnings: None.

Small rays of light project down harshly through the tinted windows in the back of the black cab you were currently crammed in. The light loosely reflecting shapes onto the side of your face, highlighting your most prominent features.

The sounds of his small giggles into your neck were warming your heart as you placed your hand in the short length of his hair, the other caressing his back. However, one of his hands had reached around your stomach and settled around your hip as his lips were placing barley thare kisses to the crease of your collar bone.

The light tickling sensation mixed with the alcohol in your system meant you couldn't contain your fits of giggles as you threw your head back in the leather seat of the taxi.

Your giggles. Your smile. He loved that laugh.

Mason wanted to bathe in the sound of your giggles, he loves when he makes you laugh. That obnoxiously loud sounding laugh that you always apologize for. He loved it when you couldn't control it.

In attempts to meet his wishes his hand that was gently snaked around your hip to hold you down inched higher. To the point where it was resting right along your stomach and now around your torso.

It was almost like you knew his next move as your knees came up in the air, your hand fighting his fingertips away from your side. But mason had the upper hand as he leaned into the warmth of your body more, dragging his fingertips up the sensitive skin of your side. His heart panged out of his chest when your chest erupted with fits of giggles, your back arching slightly as you fought to throw his hands off you.

He fawned over the way his name gently dropped from your lips, begging him to stop through giggles.

Mason pulled his face away from the warm crook of your neck, placing his forehead on yours as he watched the street lamps illuminate all his favorite colors in your eyes.

He couldn't wipe away his smile as he gently leaned forward, placing a sloppy kiss to your upper lip. Quick gentle one, full of warmth and love. The love that he felt the need to give to you every time he saw that goddamn smile and heard that stupid giggle.

Mason's eyes shot up to look at the recognisable street that he called home. When he moved his gaze back down all he saw was your loving smile, he loved this kind of love.

Sure it looked new, it looked fresh, it was the honeymoon stage as most would say. But it had been a couple years since he had met you and Mason was one hundred percent that this stage would never end, he wouldn't let it.

He relished in the feeling of you bringing your hand up, carseing the small stubble on his cheek. Before leaning forward and pecking the tip of his nose. God he is so incredibly in love with you.

It was a cold saturday night, you had stepped out of the taxi onto the cold floor of masons drive way. You stared down at your bare toes on the dull gray concrete floor. Your arms sheltered from the cold breeze due to the warmth of your boyfriend's helpful jacket.

You watched as mason said thank you to the driver shutting the door with one hand, your heels in his other hand as he turned to smile at you just standing there. He couldn't stop himself from feeling giddy at the way you looked. His jacket was almost longer than your dress, your bare legs on show as well as your white painted toes. He admired your lopsided smile and clearly tired eyes. He smirked at the way your hair was messy and out of place only on the right side from where you had been resting your head on his shoulder in the taxi, and how your lipstick was smudged from all the secret sloppy kisses you had shared in the club.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, his fingertips gently resting on your waist as you both walked over to his front door. You heels that he had been carrying all night still in his hands as he gently grazed your stomach.

When Mason opened the door he stood back, ushering for you to walk in first. You stumbled through the door, watching Mason lock it behind him. The last of the warm breeze blew through the door, swaying his blown hair in the way you loved the most.

When he turned around you could see him now in a better light than in the taxi or the club.

His hair was a mess, he stank of the tequila that you had both been drinking all night. HIs eyes were bloodshot from the hours they had been open. You smiled at how his top button was undone, exposing his upper chest slightly. But your favorite was the small smudge of red around his cheek, the first kiss you had placed on him that night, not wanting to ruin your lipstick on his lips so soon, so you planted a soft kiss to kiss cheek. Little did you know the red stain and faint outline of your lips had stayed on his cheeks all night.

“I think I need some water.” You blurted out, you were sure you were standing still but the ground underneath you was spinning.

Mason giggled as he took you hand in his, pulling you through to the kitchen, he grabbed one of his glasses from the cupboard, walking over to the fridge to fill it with some cold water.

You pulled his jacket off, placing it down on one of his bar stools before you somehow managed to jump up on to his kitchen counter, sitting there waiting for him to bring you your water.

You were watching your feet dangle over his lower cupboards before mason walked over, placing his hand over your thigh, separating your legs so he could stand in between them. He gently held the small of your back as he took his own sip of your water before passing it to you.

He smirked at your frown before you bought the glass up to your lips, your throat itching at the cold sensation. When the glass was almost empty mason walked back over to the fridge, filling the glass up once more.

“Go up to bed love, I'll be up in a second.” He whispers in the quietness in his house.

You can't help but think about how lonely it must be for him in this large house on his own. Especially compared to your small apartment in the heart of london.

You never felt lonely in your own company until you met him. You body aching to spend every waking moment with him.

You gently nod your head before standing on your tiptoes, placing a peck to his cheek, wisping away out of the kitchen and up the carpeted stairs to his bedroom.

You make your way to his bathroom, staring at your reflection for a moment, motifited. You looked awful with your smudged lipstick and messy hair.

You try to pull the draw out under the sink, the draw mason had confirmed was yours.

You pulled the handle again but the draw wouldn't budge. You huffed out a groan, one that could be heard from where Mason was standing on the steps of his stairs. A smile crawling on his lips as he knew straight away you were struggling to open the draw again.

He placed the two glasses of water down on each of his bedside tables before walking into his bathroom where he found you, sat on the lid of the toilet seat, a pout on your face as you had been unsuccessful in opening the stuff draw.

“Need some help?” He smirked, crossing his arms as he lent into the doorway of his bathroom.

Your silent glare was enough for Mason to know you did need his help, you were always too stubborn to ask.

He walked forward, bending down his knees, pulling the draw open with ease before he looked up at your annoyed face. He reached in the drawer, pulling out what he knew you were exactly looking for, you make up a remover and a few other bits for your skincare routine.

Your heart thumped as he pulled out every single product that he knew you needed. He stood up for a second, pulling you up by your hand, gently placing a hand under your thigh as he hoisted you up onto his bathroom counter.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He placed the micellar water onto the cotton pads, as one of his hands then came to the back of your neck as he placed it gently over your eyes. He was gentle with the wipe, making sure he had used enough water and had enough wipes to take your makeup off fully.

Your heart swelled as you watched the tip of his tongue dart out of his mouth in concentration. Your hands gently wrapped around his waist as he slotted himself further into your legs.

When he had taken all of your makeup off he grabbed a damp towel, wetting and drying your skin once more before pulling away and placing a simple kiss to your cheeks and forehead.

Mason then placed a small amount of your favorite night cream in his hands, gently spreading the moisturizer around your skin, tapping it in just like how he had watched you do in the mirror most nights.

And once he was sure you were ready for bed, he grabbed your hair brush from the draw, gently brushing the back of your hair. As you leant forward, placing your head on his shoulder. He hasn't quite mastered the art of tying your hair up yet, and if he was being truthful he didn't want to. He loved waking up in the morning to find your hair sprawled out on his pillow, it was a gentle reminder that you were real and you were his.

And last but not least he grabbed the two toothbrushes from his pot, the blue one that belonged to you and the red one that belonged to him. He placed a small amount of water and toothpaste on your rush for you before handing it to you. Watching as you turned around to see yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth.

When you and mason were both done he then grabbed you off the counter, carrying you into the bedroom and placed you down. You pulled your dress over over your head, parading around in your skimpy little lingerie set before grabbing one of your favorite shirts from his top drawer. A draw he had also designated to you.

On the left side of the draw was some of your stuff, the other side was masons stuff that you had claimed to be yours. All of your favorite hoodies and t-shirts of his.

You put the shirt over your head before borrowing a pair of his boxers and climbing into his bed.

Mason hadn't long joined you, laying on his back so you could place your head on his chest, listening to the fast pitter patter of his heart beat. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, gently grazing the naked skin on your arm. You legs hanging over him for more warmth as you also placed your hand under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin.

“Thank you for a really lovely night, mase.” You whispered, tucking your face into him more.

Mase. He loved it when you called him mase.

He leant forward, placing a kiss to your head before he pushed his nose into the mess of your hair. “I had a really good night too, y/n/n.”

“Tired?” He asked you.

“Knackered.” You mumbled into the warmth of his chest.

Mason smiled as he wrapped his arms around you more. He loved it when you stayed the night, he loved falling asleep with you in his arms, then waking up in the middle of the night, nuzzling back into your body when his sleep had dragged him away, holding you all through to the morning.

“Tomorrow we can make breakfast together, then catch up on love island?” He mumbled, the sleep evident in his voice.

“I'd love to, baby.” You whisper before you fall into a calm slumber, wrapped up in the warm arms of your boyfriend.

You loved nothing more than a late Saturday night, full of drunken kisses and giggles, making it all the way through to a Sunday morning tired kind of love.

You woke up in the morning by the slight russaling of Mason's body, you inched closer to him, wrapping your hands around his torso, acting as the big spoon.

Mason moved his head slightly, turning back to look at you, your eyes were shut, your breathing was shallow, but he knew you were awake by the small smile that toyed on your lips.

“Morning.” He mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

He rolled over in hopes to plant a kiss to your lips but you pulled back.

“No, I have morning breath.” You giggled, “I need a shower first, mase.”

Mason groaned out his nickname before he flopped his body on top of yours, his face finding its favorite place, in the crook of your neck.

“My head hurts.” You moaned out, wrapping your arms and legs around your boyfriend like a panda.

“Awe, my poor baby.” Mason moved up to look at you, “Don't worry I'll look after you.” He smiles, pulling you on top of him for another hug.

You both lay there for a moment, appreciating the fact you both have a day off and can spend the full day in each other's company.

After what felt like hours of cuddling you jumped up to get in the shower and mason said he would wait downstairs for you with a cup of tea. You shower off any trace of last night off of you, throwing your damp hair up in a bun and running back into his bedroom to steal one of his hoodies.

When you get to his staircase the smell of cooked food runs along your nostrils. And the sight you see when you get to the bottom was just hot.

Mason was standing over his stove, frying some eggs, his hair was still messy, his boxers were loosely hanging over his waist, his toned chest on show as he held out a metal spatula in his other hand.

You walk over to him, gently wrapping your hands around him from behind, placing a gentle kiss to his shoulder before leaning around him to see what he's cooking.

“Hey you.” You smile up at him once he turns around, placing the spatula on the end of the pan.

He doesn't reply, he just brings his hands down to meet yours, holding them tightly and bringing them up to wrap your arms around his shoulders as his fingers gently trace back down to your waist and back up to the small of your back, bringing you in for a tight hug.

He spins your slightly, leaning forward, mumbling the lyrics of the song that was faintly playing over the alexa he had put on. You knew straight away that the music was one of your playlists that he had chosen, and once again your heart beated out of your chest at the attentiveness of this man. He pulled you in then span you out, dancing with you to the faint sound of 60s love songs in his kitchen on a cold Sunday morning.

You giggle into his shoulder as he continues to hold you close, swaying with you for a couple more songs, trying to get you to laugh as much as he can.

God he loved that laugh.

“Mase.” You mumbled into his shoulder as you held him close.

“Mhm.” He mumbled into your hair, one of his hands held in your has you both continued to gently sway.

“Mason.” You push off of him, a smirk on your face as your mouth gapes open, you try to move your head around him but he stops you.

“What?” He furres his eyebrows at you, caught up in the moment.

“Is that burning smell your eggs?” You giggled, your lips pressing into a fine line as you tried to suppress your laughter.

Mason pulls away slightly, a confused look on his face, “My what- oh my god. My eggs!” He shouted, turning around to see his now burning eggs.

You can't help but giggle as you watch him scramble to move the pan off of the stove, giggling himself as he had just managed to save his eggs from burning.

“It's okay, it's okay. I saved them just in time.” He smiled at him, as he pretended to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

You lean into him once again, your arms around his torso as you lean up to give him a kiss, “You're cute.” You smile on his lips, pecking him a couple of times.

“I try to be.”

Mason forces you to go sit on the sofa and turn the tv on while he prepares some toast and avocado for you both, knowing it's your favorite.

When he finally joins you, you sit with your legs crossed on the sofa, a blanket over your legs and your plate resting on your knees as you and mason turn on some of the last few episodes of love island that you had both missed.

“I keep telling Woody he should go on this show.” Mason says with a mouthful of eggs, pointing at the tv.

You snort slightly at imagining your friend on the show, “We could totally look after his instagram for him.” You smirk.

“No, he would bottle it. He already shits himself around girls.” Mason laughs as he places both of your empty plates on the table in front of him, leaning in to cuddle you.

“He can't be that bad at talking to girls.” You smiled, watching as Mason laid his head down on your lap, closing his eyes for a moment as your hands found their way through his hair.

“Once me and Ben went through his instagram dms when he passed out drunk, y/n it was bad.” Mason said in a serious tone, you let out a little laugh and continued to watch the tv, your fingers gently tracing shapes around the back of his ear.

“You know I applied for love island a few years ago.” You smirk, you can't see his face but by the way you felt his eyelashes flutter on your leg you knew he was shocked at the new revelation.

“Wait, really? When?” Mason moves his neck around, looking up at you from his position in his lap.

“Yeah, back when the show first started to get popular. I think I applied for season four or five maybe.” You smiled down at him.

“You're having me on.” Mason smirked at you, he knew you were a bad liar.”

“What no, I'm telling the truth!” unfortunately your smile had given it away, as well as your ability to not be able to look into his eyes.

Mason let out a loud laugh before turning back to the tv.

“You know I totally believed you then for about thirty seconds.” He giggled at your little attempt to prank him.

You both cuddle up onto the sofa more, eventually the episode ends and you are all caught up. You take the dishes into the kitchen to be washed.

Mason follows you into the kitchen like a lost puppy, smiling sheepishly as he helps you place all of the bowls into the dishwasher.

He loved days like this, seeing you so comfortable in his house. It was days like today or when he had been away for a while and he came home late at night and you were already asleep in his bed, he wondered why you didn't live with him yet.

“Move in with me.” He blurted out, he couldn't stop himself, but now he had said it the fear of rejection was kicking in. He knew you hated how he left dirty glasses in his room, or how he would never wipe the floor when he got out of the shower. He was over thinking how you might actually hate how clingy he would be with you, or what if you couldn't agree what to watch on the tv.

“Okay.”

“Wait, really?” He watched as you closed the dishwasher, putting it on before you turned to stand in front of him where he was leaning on the wall.

“Was I supposed to say no?” You mocked his shocked attitude.

“No, no-”

“Mason, I would love to move in with you.” You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him for what felt like the millionth time that day, but he didn't mind as he always managed to melt into your touch.

“But I'd like to decorate first.” You placed your chin on his chest looking up at his putty face as you just offended the decor of his home.

“A few plants, and I think my pillows would look really nice in the living room.”

He smiled as he thought about having your yellow plates in his kitchen cupboard, and your blankets over his bed. He just held you tighter to let you know he was okay with that, it would be both your home too.

“I'm not taking the model of stamford bridge on the coffee table though.” He smirked, knowing your thoughts on the small model placed in the middle of his front room.

"You just want me here so I can't do your dirty washing for you!" You joked at him, mason leaguing because he cant deny he has always been awful with the washing machine.

He couldn't wait to live with you. To live every single day like he did today. To wake up and make you breakfast, knowing you will always be here when he got home from away days, he couldn't wait, and neither could you.

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I haven't posted in a while, but I'm working on this twst oc fic (working is a very loose term because it's all in my head and I'm struggling to write anything down), so I thought I'd post an little snippet of it here.

For context, my OC is named Eve Stirling. He reincarnated from a fantasy world that had it's own magic. Backstory wise, he was an orphan on the streets who was picked up by a noble and trained to be a bodyguard/ personal attendant. The noble turned out to be the 'villain' of the story (not that anybody knows that), but Eve was extremely devoted to him, called him Master, blah blah blah. Long story short, the 'villain' got defeated and killed by the worlds hero, and despite Eve's best efforts, the hero's part did not kill him out of misguided assumptions of innocence. Ultimately, Eve died after avenging his master, and reincarnated into TWST, where he becomes a painter (only so that he can make portraits of his Master), and is desperately trying to find a way to bring his Master back to life in this world, or travel back to his original world to revive him there. He get's placed into Pomefiore during the sorting (not rlly important here but it felt right that you know)

The snippet takes place during the Scarabia chapter. Eve is commissioned by Kalim to make him a painting that captures Scrabia's essence (kalim's words, not mine lmfao).

Lotta backstory, but I feel like it's necessary lol. The snippet is under the cut!

“Ah, yes.” Viper coughs lightly, “My apologies, but I have a request.”

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“Can I help you, Mr. Viper?” he asks without turning around.

Eve finishes the stroke and gently wipes his paintbrush before setting it down. Truly, what Viper thinks important enough to interrupt him after being specifically asked not to, he doesn’t know.

“What is it?” he turns around and startles at how close Viper is standing. He didn’t even hear him approach.

What on earth…?

“There’s something in your eye. Let me get it out for you.” Viper reaches up and gently brings Eve’s face down level with his own. Their eyes lock.

The world turns black.

“The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer me when I ask. Bow when I command. Snake Whisper.”

Stirling falls, which is an unusual reaction in and of itself.

Jamil glances down at the prone form on the ground and crouches to check his pulse. He’s not dead… surely… it would be quite the hassle if Sterling did die right now, considering numerous people are interested in his well being.

No, the pulse is still strong. Not dead, thankfully. But still unconscious.

“Of all the troublesome reactions…” Jamil mutters as he drags the other man onto the bed. “You just had to faint, didn’t you? What kind of weak…”

Jamil cuts himself off as Sterling begins to shift. He prepares to knock the other man out at any sign of trouble. He can’t afford to have any unknown variables appear at this stage of his plan.

Sterling groans and sits up, clutching at his head.

Abnormal reaction. The spell didn’t work.

Why, exactly, the spell didn’t work is a mystery for another time, when Jamil’s entire life goal is not about to be shattered into pieces. He moves to grab his magic pen, only to freeze when Sterling snaps his head over. He stares at Jamil. Jamil stares back. Sterling’s face begins to flush, and the look in his eyes as he gazes at Jamil…

It’s almost reverent. A gaze of love, devotion, loyalty, relief; everything the Asim family has ever expected of Jamil, packed hypnotically in eyes so deep, Jamil almost drowns in them.

He feels like a god under that gaze.

Sterling opens his mouth, face flushing. His voice comes out wispy and faint, barley making a noise. The words seem to come out almost involuntarily, the way they push so lightly past his lips, hanging in the air with all the weight of the world.

“... Master…?”

Eve wakes up dazed, head pounding, staring up at the ceiling of his temporary room in Scarabia. He sits up, groaning and clutches his head as his headache intensifies. He feels the same as he did back when he trained against Master, body battered and aching.

He grips his head tighter, and then freezes as the presence next to him makes itself known.

That aura…

Eve whips his head around, disbelieving and nearly breaks down.

A man sits next to him, glorious as the day Eve saw him last. Black hair perfectly straight, falling like silk strands around a strong form; skin pale and scarred from battle, stretched perfectly across sharp features; eyes red like the rubies inlaid upon his crown. A man sits next to him, staring down at him with amusement.

Eve could cry.

My God, My World, My Everything..!

My-

The image flashes briefly, pale skin turning tan, sharp features turning sly, before it settles back into place. Eve’s eyes white out in pain.

“...Master…?”

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