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seungisms · 1 year

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🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst and smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, public sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, overstimulation, edging, degradation, soft!skz, hints of degenerate!jisung (might make a longer post for him in future cause i'm obsessed)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: had this requested a bunch so thought i’d finally give u filthies what u want - ik i said soft sex with lix would be next but uh, plans changed (aka danni is struggling to write anything that isn’t a reaction/headcannons rn) so please forgive 🧎‍♀️reblog for a kiss, feedback much appreciated!

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

soso in love with the thought of turning you into the prettiest mess he’s ever seen during sex so it’s no surprise that he can get a little carried away :( doesn’t mean to though, he swears!! is just too busy lapping up the messy heaven between your legs to notice your choked begs to ‘slow down’, coaxing you towards orgasm again and again with fat licks against your pussy. lets out the m o s t obscene groans into your cunt, spit and cum covering his chin and sheets and he’s looking up at you with the most dreamiest eyes ever that it almost made you forget the stinging of your core from his relentless worship. you try your hardest to hold out, reminding yourself he wouldn’t even think about overstimulating you to this point if he knew how sensitive you currently felt, but you can’t help the safeword from tumbling out between your cries - and he’s off you within in a second. his hands are shaking, careful not to touch you and there’s so much shame and guilt swimming in his pretty eyes that you could almost cry, please just kiss this man!! will cup your face ever so softly and lean into the kiss, letting out small sniffles and apologies against your lips - and you can still taste yourself on his tongue, making you whine into the kiss and he would’ve thought it was the hottest thing ever if he wasn’t so focused on making it up to you. will overthink this so much and will spend the rest of the night doting on you, even if you insist you’re fine. no ma’am he’s gonna be loving on you until you’re sick of him <3

“oh baby, i’m so sorry :( i just get a little carried away with you sometimes.”

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

if there’s one thing this guy l o v e s it’s fucking you in public - just gets such a kick out of the sight of you trying your absolute hardest to hold in your whines and whimpers while he’s stretching you out real good and deep, knowing that any second someone could walk in and witness you being fucked like the slut he loves to claim you are. obsessed with risk of it all, rutting into you against some random dressing room door he pulled you into after a performance, filled with adrenaline and your pretty pussy being the only thing he could think about. every time this mf hears a voice approaching closer he’ll only fuck into you even harder, covering your whole body in his own until all you can see, taste, feel is him. normally you’d be all for public sex, clenching around and milking his cock until you were fucked dumb and covered in his hot cum, but hearing his managers and the other boys so close to the door made you panic and you couldn’t stop the safeword from coming out against his flushed skin. wouldn’t ever take your begs to stop seriously before, cause your hips rutting against his and the tugging of his hair only proved to him how much you actually wanted his dick despite your words. but he’ll do a complete 180 as soon as hears that safeword, pulling you skirt over you cum soaked thighs as you both stilled, finally hearing the voice (that he swore was jisung) fading away into another room. will be extremely pissy that he didn’t get to shoot his load (please he’ll be like a moody teenage boy) but he has to admit he does like the sight of you being left hanging, begging him to fuck you again even though you couldn’t handle the risk.

“gonna kill that mf.”

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

can be such a meany with you during sex sometimes, especially after a rough day in the studio. takes all his frustrations out on you and won’t hesitate to manhandle you if you’re being bratty, his only goal in sight being painting your plush walls in his hot cum and your dumb little back talk won’t stop him. angry sex will be such a blur with him, one minute he has his fingers shoved deep inside your pussy and the next they’re wrapped tightly around your neck with his cock drilling into you with so much force the only thing you could let out were choked moans and he was practically eating them up. normally you like when he manhandles you like this, but something about tonight - with his fingers pressing down on your windpipes, tears blurring your sight and the feeling of your cunt all puffy and sensitive from his constant poundings had you choking out the safeword. despite having pretty bad pussy tunnel vision, he’ll snap out of it as soon as he registers your words and before you know it the pressure on your neck has ceased and the strange feeling of your cunt being filled to the brim one minute and empty the next settling in. changbin will be soso ashamed of himself for getting so carried away to the point he made you uncomfortable - crying out the very same safeword he’d never thought either of you would ever have to use. will brush away the tears spilling over onto your flushed cheeks so lovingly and will be so attentive and caring towards you after. please this man will be so afraid to even touch you following this and will probably ban sex fo awhile so just help this stupid mf out, he doesn’t know how to handle this type of shit 😭

“were never having sex again, idc how much you want it.”

“really changbin, cause you’re always the one begging me for it??? 🤨🤨”

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

gets pussy drunk so fucking easily. so much time will pass without him even realising it while he’s busy playing with your pussy - please he’s been late to practice and chewed out by both chan and minho more times than he can count cause he gets so carried away between your legs. his hands will keep your pretty folds spread wide open for his tongue to leave fat swipes against your slit, nose nudging into your pussy and humming lowly as your sweet taste hit his tongue - your tummy tightening painfully as he stimulates you even further towards another orgasm. it was all just too much, you could feel him all over you and instead of that overwhelming pleasure you were so used to that makes you oh so lightheaded and pushing his head even further into your heat was instead replaced with a stinging ache, your cunt crying our for him to stop but your voice failed you yet again. as soon as you feel his long digits dip into your pussy - gathering up your wetness and spreading them around your puffy pussy lips - finally you were sobbing out your safeword. istg he’ll be so 🥺 as he pulls away from you, not even hesitating to wrap you up in a fluffy blanket and laying small kisses over your sore body, muttering muffled apologies against the warm skin. extremely understanding and accepts that this sort of stuff will happen sometimes, and you’re just so thankful how mature and sensitive he is to the whole thing. he’ll try not show it but he’ll be extra careful the next few times you have sex, his normally rough words replaced with soft touches and worried eyes, and you could just tell he was afraid of it happening again.

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

#1 contributor to your misery istg. is all over you and makes sure the only thing you can see, feel and taste is him. will have a vibrator shoved deep into your cunt as he fingers work on your clit, tongue lapping up the sweat that collected between your tits from his torture and you swear this man is such a degenerate but that doesn’t stop you from spreading your legs open even further for him, even though it was all on the brink of being too much. he was eating up all your soft cries but you were just trying your best to focus on one thing, mind completely empty as he upped the speed of the vibrator and went back to rubbing your slit even harder and you were just so overwhelmed from the amount of stimulation he was putting your through that you couldn’t even think straight. as soon as you feel the pads of his fingers pinching your tender bud you were choking out the safeword. jisung doesn’t even notice at first, too caught up in replacing the toy with his fingers, muttering something about how ‘a useless piece of plastic dick’ couldn’t please you the way he could while curling his digits deep inside your swollen pussy, groaning out against your warm skin as he felt you close in around them. takes him a little while before his mind finally catches up with his ears but as soon as it does he’ll look up at you all :( - stilling his fingers inside of you for a second before slowly pulling them out. and you just can’t look into those pretty eyes of his cause theres so much worry and shame spilling over them that it almost makes you wanna cry. radiates 100% comfort and will n o t stop apologising the rest of the night, cleaning you up and holding you real close against him, almost as if he was afraid you’d slip right through his fingers fort hat one dumb mistake. will defiantly be more attentive during sex afterwards and will look for signs that you’re about to crumble before it’s too late, extremely intent on you not having to use that damn safeword again in future!!

“i’m sorry sweetheart, let me make it up to you.”

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

this boy lives to please you so it’ll break his little heart that he made you so uncomfortable that you had to resort to your safeword, he’ll try his best to prevent it anyway possible :( no surprises that he finds himself with his head buried between those heavenly thighs of yours more times than he can count, could probably pass away feeding on your pussy and he’d die a happy man. very attentive to your sounds and he’ll perk up every time you let out a choked sob or whimper, tongue leaving slow, long licks up your slit as he keeps your pussy folds spread open for job - tongue fucking into your tight hole every now and then. probably notices right away when your pleased cries turn to whines of pain and he’ll be ceasing his worship on your clit immediately without you even having to utter your safeword yet. he could practically see it dangling from your lips. and you just wondering how you got so lucky to be with such an angel, knowing exactly what you’re feeling no matter what and having no problem to stop even if it pains him. leaves one last kiss to your puffy folds before crawling up to face you, hovering over your exhausted form before his mouth is on you, kissing you so sweetly as a gentle reminder that he’d never intentionally make you uncomfortable or cause you any sort of pain 🥺👍 you’d probably never have to resort to using your safeword while having sex with him, he’s practically obsessed with you and is so attentive to your body language and sounds - he probably knows when you’ve had enough before you even do, would be the most perfect boyfriend ever <333

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

the meanest!! has got carried away with his cruel words on more than one occasion. will say shit like, ‘you’re such a cum slut, good for nothing but shooting my load into’ and, ‘look at you begging for my cock, such a dumb girl’ while fucking into you, fingers rubbing at your swollen cunt and the filthy sounds of your wetness coating his dick with every buck of his hips filling the room. normally you’d be eating those words right up, playing into it and looking up at him with the most desperate, cock hungry eyes ever, pussy clenching around nothing when he pulls out of you just to be mean and he’ll laugh straight in your face at the sight, slapping your aching cunt to see those cute tears stinging at your eyes. but it was all too much right now. he was working your clit so roughly and you weren’t sure you could handle it much longer, begging him to slow down but he’s soso pussy drunk rn that he’d think you were just acting up to be brat, fingers leaving bruises on your hips as he continued pounding into you, vile words still spilling from his lips. but as soon as that safeword hits his ears he’ll be stilling instead of you, his cock still twitching deep against your walls and he doesn’t know what to do at first. couldn’t take his eyes off you, you were such a mess; hair messed and limbs twitching, eyes glossy with tears and lips slick and bruised from his kisses. normally he’d get such a kick out of such a sight but all he could feel in that moment was guilt - guilt that he actually went too far this time and was late to notice. gets so soft afterwards and its such a stark contrast to his attitude from when he was fucking you that you couldn’t help but lean into every soft touch and sniffle at every gentle word, desperate for some kind of affection and he was eager to give it. you’re gonna have to assure him that you were just feeling extra sensitive cause he’ll overthink tf out of everything he did and be extremely careful with you in future, will be at least a month until meany!seungmin makes an appearance again - unless you beg prettily enough of course <3

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

sometimes doesn’t realise how much bigger his cock and fingers are compared to you, and doesn’t work hard enough to stretch your cunt open enough to be able to take him when he’s being needy. especially now as he’s forcing two digits into your hole, pumping them into you at a pace you could hardly keep up with - your choked sobs of ‘slow down’ getting lost into the room as his lips lapped at your neck, groaning into the flushed skin when he felt how tight you were around his fingers. mutters something about ‘if you struggle this much taking my fingers i can’t wait to see you taking my cock.’ and before you know it he’s adding a third, cunt crying out for some type of relief and you just couldn’t take it anymore, the feeling of your pussy closing in around him causing you more pain than anything. so extremely distressed when he registers the safeword spilling from your lips, eyes all round and shining with worry and you wished you weren’t the one to cause that type of expression on such a pretty face. kisses and massages all your sore muscles and will run a nice hot shower for you, letting you lean into his chest as he shampoos your hair. won’t stop apologising so just kiss him to shut him up <3 sometimes doesn’t realise his own strength so he’ll be extra attentive in future, making sure to prep your pussy well and get you nice and wet for his cock before taking you, anything to make the experience more comfortable and enjoyable for you he’s doing it :(

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user00003123 · 10 months

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NOW LIVE: IN A TRANCE feat. e. jaeger

SUMMARY: eren feels like you have him in in a trance

CONTENT WARNINGS: college! plug! eren x fem! reader, smut, mdni, college au, smoking weed, reader has piereced nipples and belly piercing, dub con (both eren & reader are high), neck kissing/sucking, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), face sitting, hand job, pussy drunk eren, nickname (pretty girl), slight dirty talk, wc. 1,957

Eren Jaeger was the well know dealer around the campus, even having some clients that didn't attend the university. So it shouldn't have surprised him when it's you walking out of the apartment building he was sitting in front of waiting to make a delivery.

He had received a text earlier that day from someone saying they needed weed to help them relieve some stress from exams, and the person didn't live far, just on the opposite side of his apartment complex, so he didn't mind driving. Now seeing that it was you he was texting, he felt his heartbeat pick up the closer you got to his car.

From the moment he saw you on campus you've had him under your spell. Every time he would pass you on campus or see you at a party, it was like he was in a movie scene where the girl has a light from heaven shining on her and everything else around her was blurry.

Sometimes his jaw would fall open, Armin wiping the side of his mouth while saying, "Close up pretty boy, you're drooling." The comment making Jean and Connie laugh also adds to the teasing, resulting in Eren punching both boys in the arm and muttering a 'shut up.'

You clouded his thoughts, even when you weren't around somehow, distracting him while doing homework, playing the game, hanging out with friends, and even smoking. Just from locking eyes with you for one second, you were all this man could think about.

Hearing a knock on his window pulls him out of his thoughts and he rolls the window down, greeting you with a smile.

"Thank you so much for doing this," holding out your hand to give him the $30, he counts it before handing you 15. "You said it was 30."

He shakes his head, handing you the small baggy, "New customer deal." He had never given a new customer a 50% off deal before, but for you, he made the exception.

"I appreciate that Eren," and then your face contorts into a small pout. "Uh...actually, do you think you could roll these for me? I've never rolled one before."

"Oh yeah, definitely," he holds his hand out for the bag.

"How about you come up to my apartment?" You put your hands on your face in embarrassment, laughing a little. "Sorry if I sound forward or weird, I just would rather you be comfortable since I'm making you do more work.

He agrees saying it's not weird and gets out of his car following you into the building. Opening the door to your apartment he's greeted with a warm scent of vanilla as he looks around. Your lights are dim, soft sounds of Rick and Morty playing on your tv that's mounted on a wall, and a few pictures of you with friends and family next to it.

You gesture for him to sit on your couch making room on the small table you had in front of it for him to use. You sat on the smaller sofa on the opposite side of the couch pulling your legs up to your chest.

"You a smoker?" he questions taking the weed out of the small baggy he had placing it in his grinder.

"Not really, I smoke at parties if my friends have some, but that's it," he nods, taking the weed out of the grinder and sprinkling it on the paper. "How long have you been dealing?"

Pursing his lips together, he looks up thinking, "About a year."

"Do you like it?" you question, head leaning against your arms.

"Yeah, it's not a hard job, drugs are always in demand, so I'll always have business," he explains. "and the pay is good."

Finishing up rolling your blunts, he smiles at you as he shows them to you, "Perfection."

"Thank you so much," you stand up, trying to hand him the other $15 but he puts his hand up stopping you.

"I told you, new customer deal," you follow him to your door, walking him out. "Text me if you need anything else."

Making it a weekly thing, you text him when you need some weed and he'll come up to your apartment to roll it for you. The more he comes over the more you two get to know each other, eventually asking him to just stay and smoke with you, since he was still giving you a discount even though you're not a new customer anymore.

You started inviting him to hang out at your place, not even wanting to smoke, just wanting to be around him. You would notice him just staring at you sometimes, snapping your fingers in his face and he'd just apologized with a laugh. It didn't bother you, not even close, it made you feel fuzzy all over, and you finally decided to ask him about it.

Your bedroom is filled with laughter and hip-hop playing softly in the background as you are both laid on your bed. His head felt fuzzy, you consuming his thoughts and he didn't even realize he was staring with a dopey grin on his face.

"Why do you do that?" you have the same dopey grin on your face as you're looking at him and Trance by Metro Boomin starts to play.

"Do what?" He raises his eyebrow nodding his head to the beat of the song.

"Stare at me. You do it a lot," you sit up against your bed frame, your hand scratching at his scalp. He had his hair in a bun, a few strands framing his face.

"I don't know . . . you're just pretty," he licks his lips, eyes still staring into yours.

"Shut up," you laugh and he closes his eyes, enjoying your fingers playing in his hair.

"I'm serious, you're so pretty," you don't say anything. You both just humming to the music.

"You know this song reminds me of you," you look down at him, his eyes still closed.

"Why's that?"

"Whenever I look at you, I feel like I'm in a trance," he moves his hand to run over your leg. "even randomly throughout the day I'll just start thinking about you."

You pushed his head to make him look away from you as your grinning, cheeks hurt, "That's just the weed talking."

"It's not, I swear," his eyes open. "The first time I saw you, way before I even brought you weed that first time, I felt like you were compelling me to just focus on you."

"You're so dramatic," you sigh head leaning back against the headboard.

"You were just so pretty, I couldn't even focus on anything else that day," he confessed. "Even after that, we never talked and you would randomly just pop up in my head."

You hid your face in his hand, giggling at his words, head feeling so hazy. Taking a peek at him from between your fingers, he lights the blunt that was sitting on your nightstand, and he just looks so good . . .

"Come here," he taps your thighs and you look at him confused cause you’re already so close. "Sit on my lap."

Without a second thought, you were straddling his lap, feeling his dick right against your thigh, and he lets out a small groan, as he is exhaling the smoke. His eyes are low and red, looking over your body. You're wearing a white camisole that stopped just above your belly piercing and black shorts that showed quite a bit of your ass.

His hand is rubbing your thigh, his lip caught between his teeth. Your hands go under his hoodie, lightly scraping your nails against his soft skin, licking your lips at how good he looks.

He's licking his dry lips as he's looking at you before taking another drag of the blunt. Grabbing your face he pulls you down so your lips are almost touching and he blows the smoke into your mouth while you inhale it. Closing the little space between you, your lips are pressed to his in a needy and heated kiss.

Hands comb through his hair as you're lightly grinding against him, needing to ease the sensation between your legs. He puts the bunt in the ashtray then both of his hands go down to your ass, groping and helping you grind against him. Your both moaning in each other's mouth, whiny breaths.

"Want you to sit on my face," he says between kisses with a smile. You peck his lips a few more times before crawling up his body so you're clothed pussy is hovering over his face. Using his index finger, he slides your shorts over revealing your glistening cunt. He nudged your clit with his nose, inhaling your scent, then blowing his breath on the nub watching you shiver.

Being impatient you sit down on his face and he hums burring his face between your thighs, tongue greedily lapping at your wet folds. You're grabbing onto the headboard, moans slipping from your lips, as he's flicking his tongue against your clit.

He's so loud as he slurps your essence from your dripping hole, feeling it clench around nothing against his lips. You're whimpering his name, fingers tugging at his brown locks, eyes looking down to meet his. "Taste . . so good," he's so pussy drunk already, loud moans vibrating against your lower lips.

Grinding your little puffy nub into his nose, his tongue slides into your drooling hole, penetrating it, feeling you squeeze his pink muscle. He's watching your eyes screwed shut, jaw slack, and head falling back.

He has the perfect few of your pebbled nipples poking through your shirt, as your chest rises and falls, the more you hump his face, "So pretty—riding my face."

You reach behind you rubbing your hand against his bulge and he's instantly grinding against it, so needy to be touched. You push his sweatpants down with the help of him raising his hips, and his dick flings out free. You give him a few pumps before spitting in your hand and stroking him again, "Ah—fuck."

He's so messy eating your pussy, nose and chin sticky with your arousal, desperately slurping at your pussy, the sounds getting louder and filthier, as your thighs twitch around his head. He's moaning and groaning, at the taste of your pussy and how good your hand feels wrapped around his dick.

Your legs are growing tired, shamelessly humping his face, feeling your orgasm almost hit its peak, "Gonna . . cum Eren."

His eyes are rolling back, mumbling something incoherent into your pussy as his hips are stuttering into your hand. He slides his hands from your ass up to your nipples, pinching and pulling at the buds, as you start to twist your wrist and squeeze his tip as you stroked his cock.

Holding his head still with the grip you had on his now messy bun, you feel your orgasm crash over you with a few screams of Eren's name, and he's following right behind you. Globs of cum coating your hand and his lower stomach, your hand still moving helping him ride out his orgasm.

When you both come down from your highs, you're sitting back on his thighs, Eren's face is glistening with your arousal, licking his lips savoring your taste. With a lazy grin on your face, you lean down giving him sloppy kisses, tasting yourself on his lips with a moan, "Taste so sweet, pretty girl."

Kissing down your neck to your chest, he's sucking on one of your nipples, tongue darting out licking around the cold metal hearts, while his fingers play with the other one, "Can I taste you again?"

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multifariousqueer · 10 months

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Hello girl! how are you? doing well?

Can I request a E 42 yandere miles X reader? Am yes, E 42 reader is dead, omg how original XD

But the E 42 reader had this "church girl" or "flower girl" innocent type persona. And when E 1610 reader arrived with miles, she is a loud, cusses out a lot and has a hammer with her at all times.

E 42 miles sees her and while stunned to see such drastic personality change, he still sees his beloved in her and wants to keep her in his world and in his life? Add flashbacks if ya like! you can change it if you want! whatever makes it be awesome! luv you! <3

Hey, love!! I can totally do this

Suerte- Miles G x Reader

A/n: I hope y’all enjoy this!!

Warnings: strong language, angst, suggestiveness, reader being a spider person, descriptions of blood and yandere behavior, kidnapping, lmk if I missed anymore

You were falling off of a building, it seemed your screams would never end as you looked up into the endless sky waiting for someone, anyone to save you. Miles watched as he tried to run and save you but by then it was too late, the sound of your skull hitting the pavement and the crimson blood that flowed from your nose was enough to indicate that you were gone and there was no saving you. Miles cradled your softer skull as the police and ambulance arrived.

Suddenly, Miles woke up in a cold sweat. It was Sunday now, and he had to get ready for church the only reason he was going was because you convinced him too

You managed to convince Miles to do just about anything; he just couldn’t say no to your adorable face and he hated disappointing you. You two seemed like an odd couple at first, with Miles being tough, cold and closed off whereas you were bright, happy, innocent and it seemed like you could do no wrong. You went to church every Sunday, you prayed all the time, you helped everyone and everything and Miles fell for your soft innocence and your warmth. He fell for your simplicity, your poise, your patience and how you felt like a piece of heaven.

The day he lost you was the day he lost himself. Miles was never the same after you left; he closed himself off completely and adopted the Prowler moniker. He felt like he failed you and that you would be so dissapointed if you saw him now. Miles would have flashbacks to you telling him how much you loved him and how you would always love him in every universe, so he decided to pray and beg God for you back and eventually, he got that.

“MILES WHERE THE FLYING FUCK ARE WE??” you shouted

“I’M TRYING TO FIGURE THAT OUT, Y/N” Miles shouted back

You and your Miles were best friends since you both came to Visions. He found out you had powers the same as him and you two clicked immediately. It seemed you two were fated to be together; same music taste, fashion choices and morals its just you were a bit more harsh than him

“I think we’re home?” Miles questioned

“I don’t remember Brooklyn looking this shitty” you said

“It’s just dark, come on, we can go to my house. My mom loves you” you said

Mrs. Morales loved you because not only were you quick on your feet, you also made Miles happy and you made a great first impression. She thought you were exactly like Miles, just more abrasive and she thought you were sweet.

You went to Miles room and it looked different, almost more grown. Your spider-sense went off and just as you went to tell Miles, Rio was there and greeting him. She looked at you like she had seen a ghost, tears spilling from her...green eyes??

“Y/n?” she whispered

“Yeah? Hi Mrs. Morales” you went, going to give her a hug which she reciprocated just more eagerly

“Oh Mija, I thought you were dead. Gracias Dios, you answered my prayers” she said, sobbing and looking up at the sky

Her and Miles had a conversation and you both revealed your identities in which she was indifferent about. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal an Uncle Aaron.

He saw you and his eyes went wide. He stalked closer to you before grabbing your shoulders and shaking his head

“Is it really you, y/n?” he said

“uhh yeah last time I checked” you chuckled, grabbing your body as a joke

“Where did you go? How are you here?” he asked in disbelief

“Well interesting story actually, we used something called our legs and walked here” you joked, usually Aaron could appreciate your humor because it was one of the things he told Miles before he died

“Miles, you won’t find another girl like her. Girls like y/n don’t come around like that so I’d advise you to keep her"

“Got it” Miles would say

It was like you were looking into a portal of dead people, your entire body clenched when his gaze suddenly went cold.

He lead Miles and you to the roof when suddenly, you felt a strong stinging in your neck and just as you were about to hit the floor, a strong pair of arms grabbed you and you heard voices

“She’s not your, y/n man. She’s meaner”

“I don’t care"

You awoke with a splitting headache on a couch. Your limbs were handcuffed together and it was dark; your eyes immediately went to search for your Miles when you saw him tied to a bag

“He won’t be up for a bit, hes out cold. Maybe we can keep him that way” a voice said

“He’s not the only one who’s gonna be out cold. Who the fuck are you and what do you want?” you snapped

“Hm. So hostile, my Y/n would never speak like that” a man said approaching you

“Dawg are you smoking crack? Speed? Bath Salts? Because you gotta be fucked up if you think-“ you started

“la muchacha sucia(dirty girl), I should’ve put that gag on you while you were out” he said, taking off his mask to reveal your boyfriend just more gaunt

“Listen here you Rick and Morty knockoff, if you try that, I will bite your finger off, comprende?” you said

“Si. Eres muy bonita pero tu boca es tan asquerosa. I can tell you aren’t from here” he smirked

“Just so you know, just because you called me pretty doesn’t mean I won’t crush your nuts the second I get out of these chains. Listen, your knockoff prowler suit doesn’t scare me and neither do these chains, I could break out right now but I’m intrigued” you said

You heard groaning and saw your Miles move

“MILES” you screamed into the other Miles’ ear

“Y/N. GET AWAY FROM HER” your Miles shouted

The other Miles ignored him but he grabbed your throat and forced you to look up at him

“It’s not a knockoff mami and unless you want to find out just how powerful this suit can be, I suggest you pipe down. It’s gonna take a bit of work, maybe force” he tightened his grip at force, causing your eyes to water and your tongue to come out

“But I think I can make it work. You may not be exactly like her, but you’ll be close enough” Miles said, lowly

If the circumstances weren’t what they were, Miles would’ve found your position hot, you were tied up, tongue hanging out a bit and your eyes looked so pretty; in his mind, you were giving him the “fuck me” eyes but in reality, you were using this as a way to escape

The idea of playing along until he got his wish came to mind but you realized this was deeper than that, he wanted you in every form and if it wasn’t you, what’s to stop him from taking another version of you that may accidentally come by.

“What happened, mami? You had so much to say, say it.” Miles taunted, hand still flush against your throat

“Yeah its kinda hard when you’re choking the life outta me” you said

He took his hand off your throat and you coughed.

“Dude just leave her alone, okay? You can have me, kill me just please let her go” your Miles said, his voice faltering at the end

“Oh but where’s the fun in that? Plus cabron, I don’t want you at all, its not about you. It’s about her and her making a promise

“What promise did I make?” you asked

Miles got a flashback of you laying next to him, playing with his braids and giggling

“I’ll love you in every universe, Miles Morales” you said sweetly

Miles teared up and explained this to you

“Okay well bud, I’m not her and in a way, I do love you in every universe, I love my Miles but” you said before he slammed his fist next to you, causing you to yelp

“I am your Miles, mi amor. At least, I will be. I’m never letting you go again” he said close to your face, hovering above your lips before getting up and striding over to your Miles

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xxladyballadxx · 11 months

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Taste of You

Clive Rosfield x (fem) reader

🚫 NO MINORS ALLOWED🚫

🔞18+ONLY!!!🔞

Clive had enough of these bastards at the tavern flirting with you. He grew furious at them, those hungry men fawning over you. You tried to make them go away as you started to get very uncomfortable. Too many had surrounded you. Clive felt his rage consuming him, so he got off the table and stormed off to beat the shit out of these men before you could use your magic to make them go away.

The situation got extremely heated when Clive threw his fists at these assholes for trying to touch you and flirt with you. Your jaw dropped in shock, looking at the huge mess. Even the bartender was shocked to see Clive causing a scene. “Woah…Clive…you good?” You asked him concerningly, you have never this side of him before and this is the first time you’ve seen his strange behavior. Clive huffed like a beast in annoyance, laying his eyes on you as if he were the predator. He made his way to grab your wrist and he was holding it very tight. Clive pulled you away from the tavern to go to a private room, “Let’s not waste our time here, (Y/n).”

As he continued to pull you along with him, you groaned in a little heat of pain and Clive seemed to be holding your wrist too tight causing you to yell at him. “Clive, stop! You’re hurting me! Fucking hell!” You snapped in a harsh tone, trying to pull away from him. Clive truly has a strong grip, you gave up trying and wondered what’s going to happen next.

After entering the private room, Clive locked the door so no one would dare to try and come in. “Seriously, what is up with you?! Are you-“ you got slammed into the tough surface as Clive gripped your wrists up against the wall, laying his eyes of hunger upon you. You felt your heart rising up to heaven when Clive smacked his lips against yours. Clive began to hold you close to him as he kissed you, having his arms around you. You felt a flutter of sensation flowing through your body, an emotion of excitement.

You moaned through the kiss, gripping his head and hopping onto him as Clive motioned his hands quickly to hold you. He laid you down onto the bed gently while deepening the kiss.

You and Clive paused for a moment, wanting to take a breather. “Wow…that was…amazing..” you never knew this would happen to you, you had your first kiss with someone who had been holding his strong feelings for you…for ages!

“(Y/n), I love you. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment to happen. It drives me crazy when I think of you.” Clive finally confessed the feelings he’s been having for you ever since you bloomed into his life like a wild flower that came out of nowhere, “I want you all to myself. You are mine and nobody else’s. I need you.”

Your (e/c) eyes got teary after his sweet confession, revealing your happy-sad face with happy tears, “Do you really feel that way?”

Clive curved a soft smile, he moved his head to place a swift kiss onto your lips, “Does that answer your question, my sweet (Y/n)?”

You kissed him back, caressing the side of his face lovingly, “Yes.” And so the two of you carried on having a loving moment together. Clive stripped his entire armor off and you blushed like mad when he did that, seeing him bare naked. You took off your corset with Clive lending you hand untying the knots. You took off all your clothing and tossed them aside. Clive crawled on top of you and kissed you deeply. You gave out a loud moan, flinging your arms around him. “I want to be inside of you, (Y/n). I want to show how much I fucking love you. How much I fucking desire you.” His words caused your body to tremble but in a good way. Clive inserted his sweetstick into your g-spot. A moan escaped from your lips. He thrusted forward, starting with a slow motion. “Please go rough on me, Clive…please…” you begged him to fuck your brains out like a beast. Clive smirked mischievously, his hungry eyes of desire preying upon you, “If that’s what you want, my love…” since you asked so nicely of him, he decided to go all wild on you. Thrusting inside you crazily, you can feel your whole body melting entirely. “Ahhh…mmmm…fuck….ah..ah..” your heavy moans caused Clive to get more wilder, digging your nails into the bedsheets. He goes harder on you, speeding up the motion. “Oh (Y/n)….my dear sweet (Y/n)…” Clive whispered through his moan, he places wet kisses onto your neck while his sweet cock devours your insides. Your moans got heavier across the room, “AHHH CLIVE!” The excitement from your lustrous howls were like music to Clive’s ears. “Fuck…oh (Y/n) I’m going to enjoy fucking you like an animal…” his sweet long cock twisted your insides, the heavy moans that escaped your lips were a delightful sound of harmony. “Ah…mmm….oh Clive…it feels so fucking…ah so fucking good…” you howled like a wild cat, moaning sexually. “Oh eikons, (Y/n)….I fucking love you!” Clive cried, thrusting inside you rapidly, “Shit, I’m about to cum…. Oh fuck…”

You hummed in a sexual manner, “Do it, Clive….please cum inside me!” the more you beg for it, the more excited Clive gets.

“Ahh…” Clive moaned, entering the climax by cumming inside you. He laid his body next to you afterwards. You kissed him on the cheek, laying down your head onto his warm arm. “Holy eikons, that was so fucking amazing..”

Losing your virginity to Clive was the greatest thing you ever experienced. “I love you so damn fucking much, (Y/n).” Clive spoke in a soft tone, his voice so soothing that made you love him even more. You set your gaze on Clive, looking up to him, “I love you too, my sweet fireflame. You mean the whole world to me.”

Clive held your face and kissed you passionately, “Marry me, (Y/n)..” he caressed your red tinted cheek as your eyes widened in surprise. “W-what..?” You stuttered, your heart rushing through the beatings of a rhythm. Clive smiled softly, laying back down, “You heard me. You’re the only one I truly want to be with, (Y/n).”

You imagined the wonderful moments you will be spending the rest of your life with Clive, living in a cottage, growing old together and things like that. “Say it again, Clive. This time, don’t demand it. Just ask.” You told him sweetly, Clive figured out what you wanted him to do. He gazed upon you and held your hand into his, the warmth swayed over to you as he looked at you and asked, “(Y/n) (L/n), will you marry me?”

“Yes, Clive….of course I will marry you!” You cried out in joy, tears of happiness formed into your (e/c) eyes. Clive embraced you into his arms, kissing your forehead.

“My precious Clive..”

“My beautiful (Y/n)..”

#final fantasy xvi #ffxvi #ff16 #final fantasy 16 #clive rosfield #cliverosfield #cliverosfieldxreader #clive rosfield x reader #clive rosfield x you #finalfantasyxvi #finalfantasy16 #x reader #ffxvi x reader

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jadeddangel · 2 months

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Heyyy, just read your poly ff with lute, adam and reader and it gave me idea... Just imagine, readers day being particularly long and they feel like shit and so they come home to their two lovers and just cuddle and get taken care of + if there is wing stuff, I would go insane like wing caressing

You can write something of this or just have it in ur head bc can't get it out of mine hahha

Adam x reader x Lute

Let me make your day better

You were a newer angel working for the seraphims, Sera and Emily. And you loved your job you truly did, but Emily was exhausting. It was her job to make everyone happy and, in a way, working for her made that your job too. So all day you've been climbing through play places, making sure businesses were doing ok, cheering everyone up AND planning the early extermination. You were done, your social battery was shot, and it was taking everything you had to not just snap at absolutely everyone."Hey! Are you ready to go have more fun? We can have a slumber party? We could invite our friends! Drink soda pop until our heads explode! And have fun all night! I've got glitter glue and googly eyes!!" Emily listed off excitedly, bouncing on the balls on her feet. (If you understand the reference, I do write for sun. 👀) You took a deep breath trying to calm down and not snap at the sweet girl, "Emily darling it's starting to get late, it's not good to plan this things so late, plus you hate the dark and Sera won't be happy if you keep the lights on" you spoke trying to convince her it wasn't a good idea . Emily teared up slightly, "but I really really wanna keep hanging out! And having fun!" Emily whined loudly, and you finally lost it. "That's enough, emily!! I said not tonight!! You're so annoying!!" You snapped wings puffed up in anger, making you appear bigger than you were.

You could hear gasps of shock from around you due to the fact that you just yelled at a seraphim.You felt guilt start to overtake you, "emily.. i- oh god Emily, I'm so sorry, " you said softly, smoothing your wings out with your hand before crouching down in front of Emily. Emily looked like she was about to cry, "n-no, it's ok, I get it.. you can go home, " Emily sniffled and hiccuped. You nodded slightly, understanding that you weren't in a headspace that was open to keep working.

You nodded and left, heading straight home. It was starting to get dark in heaven anyway. You trugged through the front door, setting your clipboard on the table with a sigh. You went to your shared room and just turned all the lights off, cuddling up in the covers. You relaxed at the familiar scent of musk and sandalwood. Adam and lute used the same cologne, so it was the smell of both of them. You sighed, and you realized that with how close Adam is to the seraphims and how news travels around quickly, you knew Adam and lute were bound to find out quickly.

And as if on cue, you heard the front door open and two sets of boots step into your home.You sat up a bit and set your phone on the charger, Adam was the first one to enter your bedroom his mask and boots off. "Hey there sugartits you wanna tell me what happened with emily?" Adam said as he began changing into his at home clothes, aka just some sweatpants and a shirt.

"Today was just a lot, and I snapped.. she wasn't taking no for an answer and I couldn't take it.." you muttered

Adam nodded a bit. "Did you eat anything today?" Adam asked, turning to look at you. You shook your head a bit."I didn't get a chance. Can we just order something instead of cooking?" You asked

Adam sighed and nodded "yea we can do that." Adam plopped into the bed next to you on your left, pulling you close to him "Mm I missed you today, " Adam muttered softly

You could feel the smile crawl onto your face. "I missed you both too speaking of. Where's lute? I heard her come in?" You said, looking up at Adam. Adam smiled down at you. "She's grabbing you some water. She thought it'd be best to give you some space," Adam explained, rubbing your side.

Lute walked in after a few minutes with some water and a snack, "Hey there darling, I brought you something to eat," Lute said, crawling into bed next to you, handing you the water first.

You chugged the water down, not realizing how thirsty you had been throughout the day. "Thank you, lute.. I'm sorry I'm not being the best right now.. today was just shit.." You sighed a bit.

Adam was still rubbing your side while scrolling on his angelphone, showing you funny videos occasionally. Lute reached behind you, rubbing the base of your wings sweetly. "Do you need help winding down? A massage? Some of our kind of play time, maybe?" Lute offered gesturing to the chest of "toys" you had.

You relaxed a bit. "If you just keep playing with my wings and rubbing my back, that'd be great.. I don't think I'm supposed to fit in half the places I did today. " You laughed slightly before moving, resting your chest on Adam's thighs. Adam moved his phone a bit to look down at you "yknow you could put that mouth to use girly~" Adam put his hand on the back of your head moving your head a bit closer to his crotch. Lute slapped his hand away. "Stop that she just wants to relax pervert." Lute said sternly as she straddled your lower back and began massaging paying extra attention to your wings and breaking open some of the pin feathers you hadn't even realized you had.

You let out groans when lute hit knots in your muscles and your wings, "fucking hell lute.. you're so good at this" you breathed out. Lute snickered a bit "oh I know I'm good with my hands deary" she teased.

Adam huffed. "What so you can joke, but I can't? What a double standard danger tits, " he was whining. You took a deep breath. "Adam dear, I love you. I do, but if you keep whining like a toddler, I'll hit you," you threatened. Adam gasped playfully. " I'm the one buying food, and now I'm being threatened by my own lover? I can't believe you, " Adam joked as he handed you his phone to order what you wanted. You could hear Lute laugh at him as she massaged and rubbed along your wings. "Mm lute right there... that feels so good..." you whispered a bit.

Slowly lute finished the massage and ordered her food as well, and sat you back in your spot. Adam put his phone down as he put the order in before grabbing the remote and putting on your comfort movie.

The rest of the evening was rather relaxed. You ate together, had some dessert, and took a shower together before ending it all in a cuddle pile on the bed with you in the middle.

Lute was playing with your hair while humming softly, Adam playing with the feathers on your wings as you sat together in mostly silence aside from lutes humming and the white noise.

"I hope today is better for you, girly," Adam said softly, breaking the silence. "You know what? I think it will be better, but you guys really made today so much better for me.." you said softly

They always did make your bad days better, and you'll always make their bad days better, no matter what.

#hazbin hotel adam #x reader #hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin hotel #adam x reader x lute #adam x lute #lute x reader x adam #comfort #hazbin fluff #x reader fluff #jaded works🪶

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teenidlegirl · 4 months

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓐𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝓟𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐎 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 ┆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ charro!miguel 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ you and miguel have to confront your father about your love affair. arguments and misunderstandings unravel. he learns the truth and things take a turn.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ fluffy beginning, angst, arguments (not super serious tho), swearing, pet names, spanish terms, mentions of arranged marriages, confessions

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it was too late. you and miguel were caught; in bed together. at least it’s your mother. it would be yours, and miguel’s, funeral if your father was the one to walk in. luckily, he is at the ranch with carlos like usual. it’s just you and your mother is always, with miguel as a special guest. a very special guest.

“mamá i—“ you try explaining yourself, or at least come up with an excuse but she cuts you off.

“no no! uh lo siento, mija!” she avoids your gaze, feeling embarrassed. “i’ll just — leave you two be.” she offers a weak smile then quickly shuts the door.

you and miguel lay in awkward silence, both of your faces flushed like tomatoes. you finally turn and look at each other, holding each other’s gaze for a moment until bursting into laughter. it echos your room, bouncing off the four walls. it’s been a while since you had a good laugh. you love it even more since miguel is with you indulging in it.

“well, that went well.” miguel said sarcastically, followed by a low chuckle.

you giggle, covering your embarrassed flushed face with your hands. “i can’t believe that just happened.” a sigh spills form your lips. “she’s gonna kill me later.”

he turns to you, gently taking your hands and pry them away from your face. “if she did, she probably would’ve have done it already.” he gives your hands a gentle squeeze, a grin on his face.

you laugh, knowing he’s right. “true pero she’s a latina mom, there’s no freebies.”

miguel chuckles, shaking his head. “verdad, huh?”

you nod while giggling. “we should probably get dressed before things get more awkward.”

“sí pero…” he tenderly caresses your exposed arm, leaning a bit closer. “i wanna spend more time alone together, un ratito.” he whispers with a grin, wrapping an arm around you and gently pulling you closer towards him by the waist.

“miguel…” you softly whine with a giggle, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp.

“un ratito, hermosa. por favor.” miguel pleads, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

how can you say ‘no’ to this handsome man with his adorable pleading? oh your heart melts; you truly love this man with all of your heart.

“okay.” you said softly with smile, nuzzling your face into his bare chest.

miguel wraps his arm around you, holding you close as you two embrace each other for some time. it feels like pure heaven, being in the arms of your love one. you feel each other’s warmth, providing such comfort. it’s a comfortable silence between you two, just simply appreciating each other’s presence.

━━━━━━━━ ִ ۫ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ۫ ݂ ━━━━━━━━

after a few minutes of cuddling, you and miguel finally get dressed. you decide to rewear that white dress from the other day. miguel revealed that he adores that dress on you so you wear it for him. after you both got dressed, you head downstairs to meet up with your mother, who’s probably still in shock. things are about to get awkward; you dread it.

you head over to the kitchen where you find your mother cooking breakfast. classic huevos con jamón along with tortillas. it’s one of your favorite breakfast dishes. plus, your mom is the best cook ever so everything she makes always turn out amazing.

as she places several tortillas in a little cloth, she noticed you and miguel arriving. “oh! buenas dias, mijos! comida esta listo.” she said anxiously, clearly still shocked from the intrusion earlier.

you and miguel share an awkward glance at each other. the awkward fills in the room; you can feel it. while your mom finishes up prepping the table, you decide to break the silence and speak.

you clear your throat. “um… mamá?”

she stops and looks up at you, knowing what you are planning to say.

anxiety flows through your veins. you suddenly start fiddling with your hands, a coping mechanism. you inhale a deep breath. “mamá… lo siento about—“

“it’s okay, mija.” your mom cuts you off, smiling.

both you and miguel look at her with shocking expressions, practically dumbfounded.

“pero mamá—“ you try explaining yourself but she kindly cuts you off again as she walks over to you.

“estas bien, mi cielo.” she gently takes your hands, giving them a loving squeeze. “you don’t have to worry. although i don’t necessarily like the idea of mi hija con un niño in bed together en mi casa—“

a flash of guilt forms on miguel’s face. you, on the contrary, feel the heat rising in your face. a flashback of the incident plays in your mind. dear lord, you’ve never felt so embarrassed in your life.

“pero i can’t intervene with true love.” a warm, reassuring smile graces her lips.

you and miguel look up at her in surprise. the tension illustrated on your faces faded. brows raised, mouth agape and eyes widen. true love. mothers always speak the truth and are observant. she wasn’t lying, it was true love. she had known this entire time. and who she is to stop it? love is a powerful force.

she softly chuckled at both of your reactions. “i’ve known this entire time, siempre. you two love each other very much and no one can’t say otherwise.” she offers a soft smile before continuing on. “i know this ridiculous arranged marriage tú papá set up messed up everything. i’m still trying to convince him to change his mind pero you know how stubborn he is.”

you let out a soft chuckle, nodding your head. your dad is one stubborn man, like majority are. but, you really wish he would be understanding. you are a young woman, an adult capable of making decisions for herself, living a life on your own terms. you will always be his little girl, but you’re also grown up. he needs to be respectful of your feelings and decisions. all you wish is for him is to understand.

“gracias, mamá. for everything, for always being on my side and i appreciate it mucho.” you said sweetly, bits of joyful tears swelling in your eyes.

“siempre, mi niña. para siempre.” your mom pulls you into a loving embrace. then, you two pull from the embrace and she looks up at miguel. “i’ve always liked you since the beginning, miguel. you have always been a gentleman and i knew you would be a good man para mi hija.” she offers a kind smile.

“gracias, señora. en serio. i appreciate your kind words, it means very much a mi. i promise to care and love for your daughter.” miguel gently wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close to him.

“oh lo sé, mijo. i believe and trust you con todo. all i wish is for you two to be happy.” she warmly smiles at the both of you, adoring the sight in front of her.

the both of you return the smile before turning to look at each other, smiling at one another.

“now, we just have to confront your father.” miguel said, offering a weak smile. oh he is a bit anxious about the future discussion but he is willing to fight for love, for you. no matter what.

that smile weakens at the thought of the eventual conversion with your father. like mentioned before, all you wish for is for him to be understanding.

━━━━━━━━ ִ ۫ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ۫ ݂ ━━━━━━━━

later that day, in the evening, your dad and carlos return from the ranch. you wait anxiously in the kitchen, fiddling with your hands while your rapid beating heart consumes you entirely. miguel remains by your side, comforting you with whispers of love and gentle touches. god you love this man so dearly.

the door cracks open, your father and brother entering the house. both men head towards the kitchen, awaiting for what possible meal awaits them. but, only to find you and miguel standing next to each other with his arm wrapped around your waist, a sense of pride. this makes your father stop in his tracks, a frown forming on his face. the wrinkles on his forehead are visible. carlos stands off to the side, a concern yet anxious look on his face, knowing what is about to happen.

“por qué este güey esta en mi casa?” your father hissed, words so vile as he points at miguel with his sombrero. he is definitely not pleased.

“porque this man is the love of my life.” you state firmly, a serious expression illustrated on your face.

you witness his eyes widen in pure disbelief, fists clenched at his sides and furrowed brows. oh he is truly pissed off. your dad quickly shoots a light glare at miguel then at the arm wrapped around your waist. oh he dislikes the sight in front of him.

“he isn’t the love of your life. you’re engaged, to a better man than he is. a man who’ll treat you right.” your dad states with a stern tone.

“miguel treats me right.” you take a step forward. “no other man will ever treat me right como él. he has shown kindness and respect. he makes me feel loved and appreciated. i don’t wanna marry someone who won’t offer the same like him, who’s not him.”

you pause for a moment, allowing him to digest your word but you continue on anyways.

“i’m in love with him, i want to spend the rest of my life con él, and you can’t interfere with true love, papá.” you finished, a bit out of breath.

your father stands there in silence, speechless. that frown on his face fades a little. the anger expression softens a bit, possible defeat but also remorseful. he averts his gaze from you, glancing down at the floor.

this was his chance to defend himself. miguel takes a step forward with pride, standing beside you as he gently takes your hand in his. “señor, con respeto, i understand your suspicions about me pero you’re wrong. i love your daughter. i treat her con respeto and love. she has brought light into my life. she should be allow to love whoever she chooses and makes decisions for herself. pro favor, señor, if you wish her happiness, cancel the marriage.”

silence fills the room. anxiety flows through your veins, your rapid heartbeat echos in your ears. miguel senes your stressed out state, causing him to give your hand a loving squeeze as comfort. your father remains silent, his gaze still fixated on the floor as he rubs his temples with a hand. a sigh escapes him.

“you love him?” he finally speaks as he looks up to meet your gaze, breaking the anxiety-filling silence.

you nod quickly. “sí, con todo.”

another sigh escapes him, slowly nodding. “pues… since he makes you happy, then that’s all that matters.” he rest his hands on his hips.

a huge feeling of relief washes over you and miguel, even your mom as well. the tension in the room fades away. a great weight on your shoulders now gone. your wish came true; he accepted and understood.

the corner of your lips curl up into a smile as you take a step towards him. “gracias, papá.” you wrap your arms around him, hugging him.

your father reciprocates, embracing you in his arms. “perdóname, mija. lo siento mucho, para todo. i just wanted you to be happy and have a good life with the right person. pero, it seems like you already have.”

you pull away from the embrace as your father shifts his gaze to miguel with an apologetic look. “i was wrong about you. you are a good man, miguel, para mi hija. i was just selfish and ignorant. perdóname.”

miguel takes a step forward, shaking his head. “you were merely protecting her like any father would. entiendo, señor.” he offers a reassuring smile.

your father simply nods but still has that apologetic expression intact. “it was still wrong of me for mistreating you like a vile animal.”

a low chuckle escaped miguel’s lips, shaking his head a little. “todo bien, señor.”

the man nods in return, offering an apologetic smile before turning to you. “lo siento mucho, mija.”

“it’s okay, papá.” you smile as a sign of reassurance.

everything is resolved. the misunderstandings finally unraveled and settled. it seems like the arrangement is now finally over, abolished and forgotten. you regain your freedom; your world now restored.

your mom walks over, strolling up by your dad’s side and stands beside him with an arm linked around his. “well, now that everything’s resolved, we must start planning your guys’ wedding.”

you blink for a second, staring at her with confusion or more so surprised. “mande?”

“oh sí, we must get a head start.” your dad indulges with your mom’s suggestion, a little smile on his lips.

are they being serious? a wedding? a true, real wedding? oh your mind is going wild at the thought. you already envision yourself in a white gown. the church filled with friends and family. your father walking you down the aisle. miguel waiting for you, looking handsome in his charro suit. oh your heart flutters, how perfect it will be. you can’t wait.

laughter echos the room, bouncing off the walls. miguel wraps an arm around you, holding you close as you all indulged in laughter.

you and miguel are getting married.

ᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁. 𝓣𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˖ ࣪ ༘ @deputy-videogamer @freehentai

#꒰ ˖ ࣪ . 𐙚 ⊹ ꒱ — 𝓐𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝓟𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐎 .ᐟ #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #fanfic series

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clemkruckinnie · 7 months

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HI! just finished reading your nami fics, and dude I literally live them sm😭😭❤

please give us more nami fics ! we need them 😪

maybe nami x f r

where it's just domestic fluff really (the tangerine one was so cute we need more like that😭)

maybe cuddles (facing each other) and hugs! r being shorter than her tho if u add any description bc that's so cute

BUT THIS IS ONLY A SEGUESTION PLS JUST WRITE FOR NAMI😭😭😭

thank you can't wait to read any other nami fics🤭

angel of the morning- nami x reader

(slight allusions to smut again LMFAO)

nami’s never considered herself much of a religous person. if she believed in heaven, she’d have to believe in god, and everything else that comes with it.

but if she did believe in all that, she’d swear she was in heaven right now. your sleeping form in front of her, early rays of sunlight peeking in, shining on your face. that’s what eventually wakes you up, (e/c) eyes focusing in on the bright blue ones watching you.

“mornin’, baby.” nami greets you, brushing a piece of hair away from your face. you smile, putting your hand over hers, holding it to your face and leaning into her touch.

“good morning.” you greet her sleepily. “how long have you been up?”

nami shrugs, genuinely not knowing. watching you tended to blur hours and minutes together for her, all the time in the world not feeling like enough to take in your beauty. “everyone else is still asleep. it’s just us.”

“we better rest up before luffy wakes up.” you tell her. “not a moment of peace with that one.”

nami laughs softly, nodding. “turn around.”you oblige, nami scooting in behind you, putting an arm around your waist to pull you close. “better?”’

you nod, blissful and content. “better.”

nami smiles, tangling her legs with yours as she closes her eyes again. just before she’s about to drift back off, a door slams open down the hall from her.

“good morning, crew!” luffy’s voice booms, the two of you groaning sleepily as he makes his way down the hall, still talking about something or another.

“nami, y/n! wake up! sanji’s making breakfast—sanji! don’t fall back asleep, cmon!”

“i wonder what it’s like having that much energy.” you marvel, sitting up in bed. you run a hand through your messy hair, trying to keep it from falling back in your face.

“here,” nami offers you her bandana from her bedside table.

“can you tie it for me?” nami obliges, taking a moment to admire her handiwork when she’s done.

“prettiest pirate on the sea.” nami marvels, heat rising to your cheeks.

“you’re tied with me.” you counter. nami leans in, pressing a sweet, loving kiss to your lips. just as you’re about to lean back in, there are three more raps at your door.

“okay guys! he’s up for real this time! sanji, come on, i’m—we’re hungry!”

the two of you walk hand in hand to the kitchen, sleepy as ever, but content. there are two cups of tea already set out, sanji being used to you two waking up first. nami leans her head into your shoulder as you sip yours, you resting your head on top of hers.

“could you two at least wait till noon before making the rest of us feel single?” sanji teases you, laying out the ingredients for breakfast.

“never.” nami deadpans. “you’ll see, you get a girlfriend like this, you won’t want to be apart from her either.”

“oh, the rest of us know just how much you don’t want to be apart from her.” zoro chimes in, taking his own mug and sitting across from you two. “didn’t i just talk to you two about how thin these walls are?”

“what’s wrong with the walls?” luffy asks, not catching on to zoro’s implication.

“nothing-“

“oh, PLEASE tell him.” sanji laughs, nami scowling before she whips her head back around to zoro. “don’t you DARE-“

“well, luffy, when two people love each other very much-“

“zoro-“

“if i have to suffer through it-“

you watch the two of them bicker, their voices increasing in annoyance while luffy’s face grows in confusion, and amidst all the chaos, you laugh.

mornings on the going merry with your friends and girlfriend couldn’t get better.

#one piece #one piece netflix #one piece imagine #nami #nami x reader

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gojot-t · 2 months

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also 👉👈

can i make another order for being locked together with kageyama? (again, its completely all right if not!)

id love to have “Is this okay?” “Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.” for the topping

(im sorry for all the bothering, you dont have to do these if you dont want to)

from the valentine's day event! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

kageyama + being locked together + “Is this okay?” “Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.”

cw/tags: tanaka and noya being questionable wingmans, gn!neutral reader and making out :o

If someone said to you 30 min ago that you would be locked together in the small, small broom room with Kageyama, you would laugh in their faces. But it seems that life has a funny way of working because that's the exact situation you find yourself in.

See, you're not some kind of genius or clairvoyant to know why things happen, but if Noya and Tanaka’s malicious laugh that you managed to hear before a body was basically thrown against yours and everything went dark would serve as a clue, then you think you have an idea.

“Hm… S-so...” Oh yes. The main problem at the moment. For more than one reason, actually.

"Don't worry, Kageyama-san. I'm sure that someone sooner or later will get us out of here... hahah... I hope…” It's not like you thought this was the worst situation in the world, on the contrary, you slept imagining your dear freshman, who you may or may not have a crush on, doing the famous kabedon on you at least three nights, the only difference is that well... not in the tiny broom closet.

Oh, here's another hint as to why this may happe- “S-Senpai... Please stop moving so much.."

“Ah! Sorry, Kageyama-san!” You try to make your body more upright, but you only end up headbutting his chin. “S-Sorry!!" You squirm even more, and his hand, which was on the side of your head, moves to squeeze your waist. You don't know if this is the heaven's blessing or punishing you.

“Ahg… Senpai!” He kind of made a weird sound now... When you look at him, the sliver of light passing through the door illuminates his face so red that you worry. Ignoring how handsome he looks at this angle, you focus on desperately cursing the two idiots who put you in this situation in the first place. If before you thought he hated you, now you are sure.

You've never been close to the youngest, even though he's never left your mind since he saved you from getting hit in the face in front of the entire volleyball team, you're sure he doesn't feel the same. Every time you tried to talk to him about something, he would just stare at you with a red face before walking away.

It must be because of your feelings, he probably feels uncomfortable being around you. You were sure you're discreet, but apparently it was pretty obvious, if even the two goofballs found out even though you never talked to them about it.

"Sorry, Kageyama-san... You must be hating this.”

“E-Eh? No! Ah- I mean, no… I just never did this before…” He takes a deep breath and looks at you before continuing to speak. "Look, I have been trying to tell you this… That… I really-”

“It’s fine, Kageyama-san, I get it. You hate me, right? It's totally fine, you don't have to force yourself to-”

“W-what?? No! Just listen to me a bit-”

“It's okay! Really! Totally fine and-”

You're interrupted by him holding your face firmly in his hands, eyes looking so serious and desperate that you don't have the courage to say anything else. Wait... His face has always been so close to yours?!

“I've been trying to tell you this…” His lips whisper just above yours, eyes fixed on you as if asking for permission. There's only a second of silence where neither of you move before your lips meet his at the same time.

Like a moment of epiphany, your body seems to fly and the only thing holding you to the ground is his hands on your body. Even if the kiss was a mess of teeth and tongue, you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. His hand on your face moves back to your waist and hugs you closer to him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and end up accidentally biting his lip slightly. “Ahg, Senpai…”

“Tobio..." You only pull away when you're completely out of breath. You stare at each other for a moment with wide eyes before kissing again. The movements that were once desperate and frantic are now slow and steady, trying to hold on to every second of the moment.

You part with his lips and move to his neck, giving it a light kiss before lightly grazing your teeth against the skin there.

“Tobio… Is this okay?”

“Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.”

You knew that when you got home, you would scream into your pillow thinking about where you got the courage to do this, but at the moment, your mind could only think about him, his lips, his touch.

Your lips suck at the skin just enough to form a shy red, and your tongue soothes the irritated skin when you pull away.

When you lift your face to kiss him again, the door is suddenly opened.

“RIGHT!! the two lovebirds had their time~ ARGHH! What is this vulgar scene?!?!! Noya-san, close your eyes!!”

You really feel like killing these two.

a/n: don't worry anon, you could never bother! actually, I had a lot of fun writing this, even though it was my first time writing a kissing scene. I hope I did well. I hope you liked it! ♡ btw, im working on your tsukishima order too^^

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #tobio kageyama x reader #tobio x reader #hq fluff #tobio hcs #gojot t valentine's day event! 𓍯𓂃

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HL Fic Library 🌸 Short Fics

(Part One - Under 5k)

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🌸 Stealing Flowers by @lululawrence {NR, 4k}

When Louis finally arrived, he walked in and grabbed an apron. Without even saying hello, he immediately approached Jesy and said, “Sexy Stranger steals flowers.”

She kept pouring the Tanqueray shots she had lined up in front of her, but her face screwed up in confusion. “I’m sorry, he what? Did you finally talk to him and that was what you learned?”

He nodded to another couple of tourists and welcomed them to the Way Station as they eagerly made their way to the Tardis restroom.

“No, I didn’t actually talk to him, but—”

“Then how do you know he steals flowers?”

She was wiping down the bar and stacking the empty glasses to take back to the dishwasher when Louis realized maybe he should help too. After all, he was there to work, not just talk to her about his maybe crush.

“I saw a poster.”

Or the one where Louis pines after the Sexy Stranger on the Subway and almost asks him out. That's when the strange posters start showing up around Brooklyn.

🌸 More in these bones by SunTomato / @sun-tomato {NR, 4k}

"This isn't a social call, is it, Curly?" Harry's gaze drops to the floor. "No." Harry takes a deep breath, fists clenching at his side, before he looks up again. His eyes meet Louis’ with a mix of fear and determination. "I want to make a deal."

OR The one where demon Louis really doesn't want Harry to trade away his soul, even if he can't explain why.

🌸 Tech Support (series) by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird {G, 4k}

Harry calls the HP customer service line very late at night expecting to get redirected to a call center far away. Instead, the person on the other end of the line is a little closer to home.

🌸 cursing the cosmos by @hogwartzlou {NR, 4k}

In a world where people have timers counting down to when they meet their soulmate, finding love is easy. Harry meets Louis in a coffee shop one day. They slowly fall in love, the only thing holding them back is that they aren't soulmates.

🌸 you and I love like it's a secret by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed {T, 4k}

Louis swallows, looking at Harry, who grins at him as though nothing’s wrong. He’s leaning against the door of a wardrobe, his long hair having lost some of its curls due to the amount of times he’s run his fingers through it. Louis is still where he was the moment the door got closed behind them, all but pressed up against the wood, trying to keep as much distance between him and Harry as possible.

His heart stutters in his chest as he looks up at his best friend. He’s known Harry since he was barely out of diapers, and Harry gets him in a way that few people ever have – or have tried to. He knows him, to the point where sometimes Louis worries that he’s able to read his mind.

Or: It's Seven minutes in Heaven, but Louis sort of feels like he's ended up in Hell instead when he's forced into a small bedroom with his childhood best friend slash long time crush.

🌸 they’re laughin’ and drinkin’ and havin’ a party by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou {G, 4k}

When Louis decides he has to get away, he chooses the next best town in Texas, as far away from his ex as he can get. The real estate agent tells him it’s a quiet neighborhood, yet somehow the sound of a champagne bottle popping from two doors down followed by the roar of a party, sends him spiraling. That is, until a deep voice calls out a tentative “heey” from the darkness.

🌸 The Hidden Hills Restaurant by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose {E, 4k}

“Are you sure you want to hear about this? Wouldn’t you rather hear about what I’ll do to you? How often? How long? How many fin—“

“I like to get to know my potential clients before agreeing to anything,” Louis says and lays down the menu. He’s thinking of steak. Something meaty, juicy, and hearty.

Harry’s arched eyebrow at the word ‘potential’ doesn’t escape Louis’ notice.

or the one where Louis is a personal feeder and Harry is the vampire to be his next client

🌸 Into Always by @jaerie {E, 4k}

Harry finds his ex's knotting dildo and gets a little curious. Louis is more than willing to help out.

🌸 Fakes (Streaming Live) by @allwaswell16 {E, 4k}

Alpha camboy Henry Steel has a rather unfortunate crush on omega camboy Luscious Lucas. He also has a rather unfortunate secret that's about to be revealed.

🌸 Heels Over Head by @kingsofeverything {E, 3k}

Louis Tomlinson returns from tour to find that his new next door neighbor doesn't realize his backyard is not completely private.

🌸 No One But You Got Me Feeling This Way by @runaway-train-works / runaway_train {E, 3k}

Harry is well aware he should be studying or watching T.V or cleaning the kitchen or doing literally anything from a list as long as his arm instead of this, but he is. The list of reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this is probably at least double that, but here he most definitely is. He’s sitting on his bed, legs straight out in front of him, back propped up against the headboard and some fluffed-up pillows and his MacBook is resting on his thighs. His jittery fingers drum lightly on the edge of the keyboard as he stares at the tiny digital clock in the top right-hand corner of the screen, willing the seconds to tick by faster. He wants to get into this and get it over with in equal measures.

Or The one where Harry has a particular desire that only Louis can fulfill.

🌸 nobody knows like me by enbyharry / @non-binharry {G, 3k}

Harry does his best to cope with a secret life in the summer of '74.

🌸 Gonna Dress You Up In My Love by @fallinglikethis {T, 3k}

Harry decides to take up knitting. He's horrible at it. Louis wears everything anyway.

🌸 the most fantastic things by bluegreenish / @greenblueish {G, 2k}

When he reads a fairy tale today, and it’s one about love, Harry will find himself in it. Because in all the fairy tales about love that exist in the world, he knows that a little part of Louis and him is written in between the letters, hidden between every page that curious fingers turn.

or, Harry's version of the fairy tale Thumbelina, minus marrying toads or moles, plus waxing poetic about Louis.

🌸 as we move slowly by snsk / @snsknene {G, 2k}

"You know what color your wings are?" Harry asked conversationally, on his stomach at the tattoo parlor, while Louis played absentmindedly with one dangling hand and flipped through some designs.

// Alternatively: Louis grows wings. Harry is the only one who can see them.

🌸 maybe by @gaycousinlarry / momentofclarity {G, 2k}

I cannot not see you again. I cannot.

🌸 On the Go by @phdmama {T, 2k}

louis owns a landscaping company called MANSCAPE and harry thinks it’s some sort of in-home pubic hair grooming company

🌸 Check, Check, Checkmate by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {E, 2k}

Harry and Louis play chess... until another game becomes more interesting.

🌸 Zoey by @wabadabadaba {G, 2k}

Harry knew his first name, but he liked the way Dr. Tomlinson sounded more. Harry watched as Louis unclasped her harness and set it aside and pet her back and under her chin. Louis kissed the top of her head and murmured sweet nothings to her- mostly about how pretty she is and how well behaved she is. Harry wished it was him.

or Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.

🌸 What About Tonight by @taggiecb {G, 2k}

Louis loves his new career. It might just be killing him, but he loves it. What he doesn't love is how easily the boy he cares most about seems to move in and out of his life.

🌸 you don't have to wear (your best fake smile) by coffeelouis {T, 2k}

When Harry was 12, he moved to Holmes Chapel and broke up with his first boyfriend.

When Harry was 20, he sat next to said boyfriend in class, and although he continues to wear Harry's parting gift of his beloved Manchester United sweatshirt every goddamn day, does not seem to remember Harry at all.

🌸 Moon Dances Over by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {G, 2k}

Louis knows that his tail is, frankly, stunning. His iridescent blue scales shimmer in even the slightest sunlight, and his fins have grown since he presented, delicate and almost transparent in their webbing.

He also knows that that means he’ll be one of the first to pick tonight, as the most beautiful omegas are blessed to pick their mates first. It’s considered a huge honour, since the guppies they’ll eventually birth will certainly be beautiful as well, bringing favour on the whole clan.

Louis has a stubborn streak, though. He’s always been rather a fan of mating for love, and there’s someone he’s had his eye on for a long time now.

🌸 an honest mistake by @disgruntledkittenface {NR, 2k}

“You look different when you’re not covered in come,” he blurts out, immediately regretting each and every life choice that has led to this exact moment. Elevator Guy is going to hate him.

Louis has ridden the elevator with his neighbor all week. The first time they speak, there’s a misunderstanding.

🌸 Stole My Heart by @haztobegood {NR, 2k}

“Oh my god, Niall.” The door slams shut as Harry rushes into the flat. He’s still panting from his rush to get away from the scene of his crime. “You won’t believe what just happened!”

Niall is sitting on the couch in their tiny living room. He looks up from his laptop. “What happened?”

“The worst thing. I’ll never recover. I just reached into a box of free samples outside that new chicken restaurant. Only it wasn’t free samples. It was a man. Holding a box of chicken nuggets. His chicken nuggets. I stole this man’s food, Niall!”

🌸 Simply the Nest (Better Than All the Rest) by @homosociallyyours {G, 2k}

It's been a few months since Louis moved to a new town, and he still hasn't managed to get his nest to feel as comforting as he'd like it to. When his therapist suggests he might need some new materials, he's willing to give it a shot. Wandering into Harry's nesting store turns out to be just what he needed.

🌸 the prettiest customer (and the cutest barista) by fearsparks / @onlythebravest {G, 1k}

“So there’s this guy,” Harry repeated. “And I really like him.”

“Is he cute?”

“The cutest,” Harry said with a bright smile, turning around to face Louis. His cheeks felt warm, but he ignored it, pushed past it. “Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

“Ooh, tell me more.” Louis rested his head in his hand.

(Louis is the pretty customer that comes in and orders hot chocolate while Harry is the cute barista that takes his order.)

🌸 A+ Patient by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf {G, 1k}

Harry hated everything about the dentist—the antiseptic smell and the bright light in his face and the disappointment in himself and the suction thingy that kept his mouth too dry. But the thing he hated the most was how in love with his dentist he was.

🌸 Needle by @nouies {NR, 666 words}

“You didn’t deserve this,” he muttered between hiccups. “She didn’t have the right.”

🌸 there’s a house in english bond (somebody planned to stay) by @muldxr {T, 666 words}

The Hotel dates back to the mid-17th century, and the owners have invested dearly to make it a home away from home. Please mind our building rules written below in order to have an exceptional stay.

🌸 Swings Said by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright {T, 500 words}

A love story told by five swings who each were there to see a piece of it unfold.

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 23

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Elvis is trying to come to terms with Honey dating again. Honey isn't too fond of it herself

Warning: NSFW 18+ mild sexual activity, dirty talk, swearing, flirting

Song: Do You Love Me - The Contours

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-Elvis POV-

God damn, this woman is driving me crazy. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I see her everywhere, in everything. I can’t go one minute without thinkin of her and that blonde curly hair. Being near her felt like a little glimpse of heaven, even when she’s mad at me. I’d do sinful things to get a taste of that sweetness, especially if it meant escaping this hell for even a second.

I shake her from my thoughts. Gotta knock this shit off, I got a show comin up soon. Can’t be caught distracted now

I stand in front of the mirror while brushing my teeth. As I bend down to spit, I feel a small arm snake around my waist. Marcella reaches her head around my arm to peek at me through the mirror. “My mom’s wondering when we’re gonna be bringing some grandbabies over to visit her.” She whispers, as she begins to untie my robe.

I rinse the toothbrush off, throwing it over onto a nearby towel. “‘Cella, I just got Charles, can we slow down a sec.” I reply calmly, but feel irritated just looking at her.

She huffs, pulling away to put her hands on her hips. “We’ve been married for how long now, Elvis? You have barely made love to me since the day you put this ring on my finger.” She holds up her hand as if I’d need help realizing which ring she was talkin bout.

I clench my jaw, storming out the bathroom. “I told you, I just ain’t really that type.”

She scoffs, following close behind me. “‘Ain’t that type’? Ain’t that something. It’s cause of her! I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” I sit down on the edge of the bed, rubbing my temple with my hand. Everytime this woman speaks I get a headache. “My father already hasn’t taken the news lightly, so I suggest you finally move on from her to not further upset him.” She crosses her arms, stomping towards the door. I raise my head, just as she opens it. She looks back at me over her shoulder, taking a deep exhale before she speaks. “Look, I’m willing to forget about all this, but I did see a little blue shirt in the window of the boutique downstairs, if you wanna make it up to me. It’s the least you can do after everything.” And with that, she slams the door shut.

Lord, how’d I get myself into this mess.

Later in the day, I get the boys over to talk production, Charles in my bedroom watching TV since I apparently had to watch him for Honey’s…evening talk with an old friend. Things go fine, until I leave the room to grab a cola. On my way back from the fridge, I overhear their conversation.

“Damn she sure is a fine woman though.”

“She’s E.P.’s baby mama if you wanna get in between that.”

“You bet I don’t.”

“The hell you two talkin bout?” The boys go quiet, turning around to look at me, watching as I sit down at the desk in the living room scattered with papers and letters. I scoff at their hesitant faces. “She’s more than just a baby mama.”

“Really? And what would that be?”

I gulp down some of my drink, setting it down frustratedly with a loud clunk. “A good friend.”

“You hear that? She’s a ‘good friend’.”

“Oh, I ain’t got no doubts.”

The boys go back and forth, laughing and clearly having no fear of testing my patience today. “Alright, now all’a’ya put a sock in it, and keep her outta your thoughts ‘fore I have to leave a handprint across your faces.” I glare at each of them in the room, but they only snicker at my attempt to warn them.

Jerry dares to speak up. “Elvis, I’ve known you for years and you never mentioned a- what do you call her? Bumble?” He asks over the edge of his glasses.

“Cause I don’t want to. Now, I need you to go to those shops downstairs and buy a blue shirt in the window.” I say, steering the conversation away from her.

He raises an eyebrow. “Just…a blue shirt? What shirt?”

I rest my elbows on the desk, rubbing my temples roughly. “I don’t know, man. Any fuckin blue shirt you see down there.”

He thinks for a moment, before reluctantly standing from his chair and sliding out the door, following the orders I gave him. Now that that conversation is over, let’s move on to some real business-

“Billy, you said you knew her before right? You got any beans to spill on the whole situation?” Red questions.

I clench my jaw, throwing my head over the back of my chair in annoyance.

“Yeah, he was crazy bout her back in the day. Them two was always sneakin ‘round the cops. He’d even go dancing with her.” He snorts out a laugh until he makes eye contact with me, then his face drops. “Sorry, cous’.”

“See, how come we never heard this?” Joe asks.

“Ain’t easy to talk about.” I respond quietly. “Now can we move on from this topic?”

There’s a knock on the door.

George stands since he’s the closest to the entrance. “Yeah, come on guys. Gotta keep quiet before one of Elvis’ girls shows up.” He taunts with a laugh.

My knuckles turn white, gripping the bottle in my hand. “Girl. I have one.” I demand.

He only chuckles, opening the door to reveal Thomas standing behind it. “Hey, E.P.!” He greets, casually stepping in. He’d been stopping by for the past few days. Ran into him while I was out bringing Marcella shopping down the strip. We had already gotten pretty familiar with each other again before Honey reunited with him. Now I don’t even wanna look at him, just Michael all over again. “I was just wondering if you knew where Honey’s suite was. Supposed to be takin her out, you know.”

The boys amusedly turn to watch my reaction to this. I ain’t gonna give them the satisfaction of blowin up, or actin jealous, or anything childish like that. I have Marcella, and they know that. Ain’t nothin going on between Honey and I. If she wants to date, then-

I guess-

Damnit, it ain’t important right now!

“You know Honey too?” Billy buds in.

Please, Billy. Now ain’t the damn time.

But Thomas smiles at his question. “Yeah! We grew up together, Me, E.P., Honey, and Michael. We all lived in the same town, doin our best to impress her. E.P. and Michael was always fightin over her every time they got the chance. We all had a little crush on her, but I wasn’t bout to get in between them two. Whoo! They was bad.” He chuckles, pointing over towards me. “Glad that’s over.”

I scoff with a smile. “Easy to like the only girl in the whole town.” I add, downplaying incredibly.

Just then, the door knob spins, metal creaking as it opens. Little blonde curls peak through. Honey apologetically smiles as she opens the door further to reveal the rest of her. She has on a red dress, fitting tightly over her body, just like the ones I used to buy for her. Her hair is up, some curls falling over her exposed collarbone and breasts.

The boys laugh at my joke from before, but everyone’s smile disappears upon seeing her. My God, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“You sure that was the only reason?” My head snaps back over to Thomas, who’s biting his lip looking at the exact areas of her body I was.

“What they got growin in Tupelo?” Sonny whispers with his jaw on the floor.

I could slap each one of ‘em silly right about now.

Her heels clank on the marble floors as she walks over to Thomas. “Sorry if I’m interrupting anything.” She says sweetly.

Thomas stands pathetically quickly. “No, not at all. I was just looking for you actually.”

I can’t watch this no more.

-Honey’s POV-

“So, what are you doin out here with E.P. then? You his stage manager or somethin?”

I chuckle, following beside Thomas as we walk down the strip. “No, no. Just visiting. I used to be a singer too actually.”

His eyes widen. “Really?” He says with a big smile. “I’d love to hear you sing sometime.”

I force out a nervous laugh. “Oh, no. I don’t do that no more. Haven’t in a long time.”

He smacks his lips. “Tsk, don’t be that way. Once a singer, always a singer. You know what,” He stops in his place to face me. “I saw the perfect place the other day for you to sing for me.”

I cross my arms with a grin, anxiously excited by his offer. “Oh, I’m singin for you now?” I raise a brow.

He smirks at me. “Yeah, I wanna see what you got.” He tilts his head to the side. “Come on. Let’s go.” He offers his arm out to me and I gladly take it, following in the direction of whatever place he has on his mind.

We arrive at a club filled with song, drink clanking, and chattering. It’s very casual in its looks, yet somehow still refined and skilled, like its inhabitants are laid back with their excellence. I recognize tunes like these, the clothes they wear, the gently calloused fingers. These are actual musicians.

A few customers turn to watch us enter, eyeing my dress as we walk by. I cross my arms around my body, feeling inexperienced and overdressed, as though I was trying to excel in looks where I likely lacked in talent. Great, another place to feel like I don’t belong.

I follow Thomas to two seats in front of the bar, where he orders drinks for us.

“So, you come by Michael at all?” He asks as the bartender sets our drinks down in front of us.

I raise my eyebrows, taking a sip. “Oh lord, he’s crazy.”

He laughs, slapping a hand down on his thigh and stirring his drink in the other. “Well, sounds like you have a crazy story to tell. What happened?” He stares at me with a soft, flirtatious squint that almost leaves me flustered, but not quite.

“Tried to make me a real singer and take me to Chicago with him cuse he thought I’d make him big money, but when I told him I didn’t wanna leave Memphis he got real mad. He started throwin a hissy fit and everythin. Real jealous type.” I scoff, taking another sip.

Thomas wide eyes me. “Damn.” Is all he manages to say, causing both of us to laugh. Saying it out loud for the first time made me realize just how ridiculous that time of my life really was. Kinda miss it though, in a weird way.

I sigh, turning in my chair towards him. “Yeah, turns out he had a lot more on his mind when we were kids than he let on. Elvis was there to see it all, even fought him too. Shit, you shoulda seen his face when Michael and I-”

I pause.

In the corner of my view lies the door. In from the door walks a man in an obnoxiously bright suit with his infamous crew of men behind him.

Speak of the fucking devil.

I should have known this asshole would pull anything and everything to stop this date from happening, yet here I am, shocked and unprepared.

He yanks off his sunglasses, grazing the room, landing on me with an annoyingly knowing grin. I glare deeply into his face, hoping it would be enough to steer him away and back out the door, but he just keeps treading forward.

He opens his arms, reaching out to place them on the backs of our stools. “Hey! What’re you doin here? Heard this joint was busy, but had I known you two would be here, I’d gone another night.”

Oh, I’m sure he would have. I’d hiss at him if I could!

Thomas smiles, reaching for a handshake. “Hey. No problem E.P. Think you’ll like some of the cats in here anyway.”

No problem? This is a big problem!

I have no doubt that Elvis will stop at nothing to embarrass me in front of Thomas. It’s all he’d do as kids and he’s only become more of a menace with age.

“Hey.” I whisper through my teeth to him. “Who’s watching-”

“Marcella.” He answers, already knowing.

Oh, I don’t like that woman being near my baby so much. For all I know, she could be filling his head with lies.

A loud howl of a voice echoes through the microphone causing all of us to turn to the stage.

“Woo! That man ain’t singin, he’s sangin!” Thomas exclaims.

Elvis matches in enthusiasm. “You think that’s impressive, you should see Beale after the sun go down. Woowee, now that’s somethin. He got himself a nice 4 piece up there though.” The bartender hands him over a drink and he sips from it with a concentrated smile.

Jerry and the others sit at a table behind us, watchin the stage as Elvis works his torturous ways.

The song comes to a close. As the band exits backstage, a man walks on, dressed nicely in a suit, smiling wide for the crowd. ‘Alright, I’m back, remindin’ you once again that it is amatuer night, so any one of you is welcome to take the stage, whether you’re Aretha Frankin or just wish you were. Nah, I’m just playin. But if you got vocals, come up and show the locals! Ha ha!”

Elvis lets out a devious hum and I instantly know what I’m about to have to do.

“Honey ever tell you she used to sing?”

Lord.

My heart immediately starts beating faster. I better start picking out a song now while I have the time.

“Yeah, she did. That’s why we came here. Said she’d sing for me.” Thomas looks me up and down in a very flirtatious way.

“Did she now?” Elvis says deeply, looking down at me in my spot. I could have laughed at how upset this whole situation clearly made him, but I’d have to hold it in for now, I have to think quick. He forces a smile on his face. “Well, I think that settles it. Show em what you got, Bumble.”

I shake my head. “Oh no, I don’t think so.” Oh, I will, but I need to buy more time to think of a perfect song.

Elvis comes close, resting his arm on the bar right in front of my stool. “Go on stage.” He softly commands. “Wanna hear you sing again.” My chest fills with butterflies. Song. What song! I shake my head anxiously, as he grins, waving his arms in the air to get the attention of the man on stage. “Hey! She’ll sing! Right here!” He yells, so the entire audience can turn to look at me.

The man on stage shouts out a ‘woo!’ as he calls me up. I’m gonna be sick. I slide off my chair, but before I can walk towards the front, Elvis grabs my arm. “You’ll be great. You always are.” He whispers. A small chill runs against the sensitive part of my arm. I look down seeing the small silver band wrapped around his finger, cooling my skin. When I look up, I’m met with my two childhood friends, both of which smirking quite lustfully at me. They both think I’m beautiful, and they both know I’m talented. I know a lot more about music than either of them remembered. This fills me with a sense of confidence, all previous thoughts vanishing from my mind. I know a song.

Elvis takes back his hand, leaning against the bar and nodding me towards the stage.

I’ll show him what he walked away from.

The crowd cheers as I walk towards the stage with my head high. I fling my hair over my shoulder, which is contrasting so nicely against the red dress I chose out today. In this moment, I feel more beautiful than I ever did in my 20’s. Maybe it was maturity, maybe it’s because I know Elvis is looking, whatever it is, it has me feeling ready to take on the world.

The man hands me the mic, but I lower it to speak to the band. I ask them if they knew the song I had in mind. They smile upon hearing the name, causing me to mirror their smile. “Alright, lay me down somethin.” I say into the mic now, facing the crowd. Elvis tips his head to the side in amusement, not expecting me to react this way.

The guitarist begins the first notes of the song. I speak the beginning lyrics, just like the real singer does.

‘You broke my heart

'Cause I couldn't dance

You didn't even want me around’

For a moment, my heart bubbles up with fear seeing how everyone’s eyes are on me, but I easily push it away, knowing that I had what it takes to wow them in the way I always dreamed of doing since I was a little girl.

‘And now I'm back

To let you know

I can really shake 'em down’

There was no time to lose now.

I conjure up all those years of practicing, shouting out the next part just like Michael, the church, and Elvis have tried teaching me to do for years, only just now finally succeeding in doing it right and singing with that power I always strived for.

‘Do you love me?

Now do you love me?

Now that I can dance.’

I parade across the stage doing little dances for the audience members in the front row to enjoy, getting a slight high for their positive reactions, which only helps me continue on.

‘Now tell me baby

Do you like it like this

Tell me

Tell me!

Watch me now, hey!’

I grab the mic stand, twirling my hips in big circles in time with the music, watching carefully over my shoulder at my men of interest. I smile when I see I’ve succeeded in entrancing both of them, and then some. There are a lot more things I can get away with doing now than I could in the 50’s and it’s clearly leaving them speechless.

‘(Work, work)

Ah, shake it up, shake it

(Work, work)

Ah, shake 'em, shake 'em down’

I giggle seductively into the microphone, taking a look in the back to make eye contact with Elvis. His face is in a war, deciding whether to smile in amazement or stare me down for dancing in such a provocative way in front of everyone, which only makes my smile widen further.

I'm working hard baby

Well, you're driving me crazy

And don't you get lazy’

I don’t look back at them for the remaining portion of the song, but when I do, I’m met with the most thrilled pair of eyes. The crowd cheers while I catch my breath, but I can barely hear them over the sound of my beating heart that longed to hear every thought that raced through the mind of one man in particular.

Under the shadows of the club, I catch Thomas mouth an ‘ooo’ with an impressed smile, watching as I walk to them.

“God damn, lil mama. Where the hell’d’you learn all’at?” Elvis asks quietly when I sit back down in front of them.

I shrug. “Just kinda felt it in the moment, I guess.” I giggle, but it fades when I make eye contact with him. The way he was looking at me, Lord, I could pounce on him.

“That was real good, Bumble.” He admits earnestly.

I mutter a quiet thank you, as he sits down at the table next to Billy and Jerry.

“Man, that kid of yours gonna be one hell of a musical genius with a mama like her.” Billy says, patting him on the shoulder.

Thomas eyes Billy with scrunched brows. Suddenly, I feel the need to hold my breath, as if that would stop anything bad from happening. He slowly turns back towards me, still in heavy thought. “Charles…is your baby?” Now he looks at me.

My body stills. “I-uh, I figured you seen the news, was alright with everything.” I’m surprised Elvis didn’t tell him the second he got the chance, he knows information like that could ruin my chances. In fact, why didn’t he tell him?

“You and E.P. had a baby together?” He asks again, just to clarify.

My heart drops. “Yeah. But we aren’t together anymore. Is that…okay…?” It obviously was not okay with him, but I didn’t know what else to say.

His eyes widen. He looks around the club, shaking his head, as if desperately searching for a way out. “Yeah, no- I- Listen, Honey. You’re beautiful and all, but I ain’t lookin to get involved with kids right now. And-”

“No! It’s fine. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you. I’m not mad.”

He makes a reluctant smile at me, but awkwardly stepping off his chair and leaving me there to walk out the front door.

I turn towards the bar, shielding myself away from the rest of the club. A lone tear rolls down my face, but I wipe it away angrily.

God, this is embarrassing. Why am I even crying? I didn’t even really like him, he was just to get back at Elvis. But-...is this how everyone will react? Am I too old to be dating? Will having a kid ruin my chances of finding love again? Will being involved with Elvis make everyone run in fear? Maybe I’m just destined to be alone now. I had one great love affair and that’s all I’ll ever get. I guess most people never even get to experience the love Elvis and I used to have, so I should just be grateful I had it at all.

“You okay, Bumble? Why’d he run off like that?” Elvis asks, taking Thomas’ old chair.

I let out a long, defeated breath. “What do you want?”

“I wanna know that you’re okay.”

I roll my eyes. “Aren’t you happy? Don’t gotta worry about me dating, and you were right, no man even dares to look in my direction, just like you wanted.”

I huff, about to put my old drink to my mouth, but Elvis pulls it from my lips. “Don’t go down that road. Please. I can’t lose you too.” I look into his soft eyes, letting him take the drink from my hand and set it back down on the bar. “But yes, I am very happy.” I scoff out a light chuckle. I hate that he can always make me smile, even when I’m mad at him. He reaches out for my hand. “Come on, let’s get to the car. I’ll bring you back to the hotel.”

I follow him out back, slouching into one of the cars with him.

He sighs. “I really don’t like the idea of raising my boy alongside another man, you know.” He spreads his legs out across the edge of the seat, not scandalously, but welcoming nonetheless.

I cross my arms. I’m not gonna give into my thoughts. “Is that the only reason I’m not allowed to date?”

He scoffs, shaking his head at me and looking out the window. “Ain’t never said you weren’t allowed.” His hand rests on his thigh, patting down on it. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was taunting me over, unless that was my own heat talking.

I lean up in my seat, eyes glossing over him. Thomas or not, it’s supposed to be me teasing him. He’s supposed to be under my spell tonight, not the other way around. I reach behind me to push up the car’s partition, which catches his immediate attention. “So tell me right now, Elvis.” I gently push myself towards him, shimmying up my dress enough that I’m able to straddle his legs. He instinctively grabs my hips to ground me against him as we drive over a bump, which only results in me bouncing in his lap in a tortuous way for the both of us. “Tell me, ‘Honey, I’m perfectly okay seein you with another man.’” I whisper into his ear.

And here I thought all the childish bullshit games stopped after Michael. Guess we still have a little zest left in us.

He lets out a guttural groan, throwing his head back against the seat. “Bumble, don’t start this with me.”

I ghost my lips over his neck, purposely making an effort not to directly touch him. My warm breath glides down his skin, causing his hairs to raise. His grip on me tightens, making my body shiver, wanting so desperately to give in.

Those feelings are never gonna go away no matter how hard I try, there was little to no point in running any longer. I’m sick of pretending like I’m some saint, I wanna know how he really feels.

“Is she as good as me, baby?” It's the first time I’ve reciprocated a nickname for him. He tilts his head back up, looking into my eyes with his dangerously hooded ones. I giggle at his expression, knowing I was teetering over the edge of our respectable boundary. “Do you think about me when you’re with her?” I wouldn’t have had the guts to ask something like this, but I know he does. I know he still thinks of me, because I can’t stop thinking about him. “Do you think about how I used to feel?”

He twitches beneath me, pulling me closer to him. “Shit,” He mutters under his breath. Yeah, he still thinks about me. It takes so much effort not to touch him that I feel on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. “You’re playin a dangerous game and you know it, baby.” He digs his fingers into my thighs, pushing me down into him, but nothing more.

I’m older now, wiser, bolder. If I would have had this same confidence 10 years ago. I would have left him weak to his knees. However, I’ve quickly made a new discovery being with him for just these few weeks. While I’ve grown more assertive, it seems so has he. We have both changed and grown over the past years, but my strength to resist him has not. Instead of surprising him and making him weak with the new me like I thought I’d be able to do, I’m matched with an even more powerful force of lust and seduction than I ever dreamed of him having. As if he wasn’t enough as is, he just keeps getting better.

The car drives over another bump, making my breasts bounce against his chest, while the rest of my body adds pressure to his lap. I crumble into him, allowing myself only to wrap my arms around his neck. He grinds his teeth, closing his eyes to concentrate.

I shouldn’t give in so easily, but he’s all I have left from my old life, all I have left of my youth. Every time I see him is a reminder of home, a reminder of what should have been.

Just then the car comes to a stop. Before I can get off of him, the door is pried open, shining the blinding garage lights onto us in the otherwise dark car. I quickly push myself off Elvis, exiting the car and giving an apologetic look to Jerry, who thankfully is the one that opened the car door.

Elvis steps out next to me, straightening himself out. “Jerry, could you see Bumble back to her room, please.”

Jerry agrees awkwardly, escorting me to the doors. We stay quiet through the hotel lobby, until we get to the privacy of the elevator. “I couldn’t help but notice you still have something going on with E.P, if you don’t mind me asking, cause I don’t dare bother him about it.”

I scoff out a laugh. Was he actually that intimidating to them? I know he’s prone to having a temper, but he’s nothing but a baby around me most the time. Then I remember he’s waiting for an answer. What could I possibly say?

I sigh. “I’ve known him my whole life, Jerry. Shit, I’ve known him longer than his own mama.” Unfortunately, it was true now. “I love him, as a friend, as a lover. I tried to ignore it, but he really does mean the world to me. I only ever wanted him and it should have only been him, but we were too progressive for the times.” I stare blankly into the metal doors of the elevator. “Shoulda been my ring.” I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter anymore.”

The door dings open.

“Thanks for bringing me up. I got it from here.”

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can you do chubby mc 😍😍 any characters is fine!! Hcs or ff you pick!! You can ignore this if ur uncomfy

Of course!and that doesn't make me uncomfortable at all it's a normal topic! I made the MC nonbinary because you didn't say what gender so just in case! Hope you enjoy, thank you for the request <3

Lucifer

He didn't notice at first because he was too busy trying to keep you alive in Devildom but once he did he didn't think much of it because it's just a human body nothing important. Once he got closer to you and warmed up to you he started giving you headpats out of nowhere (I stand by the fact that lucifer gives headpats often) and then one day he found out that some humans are rude and harass those who's body's look "different" and "Don't fit the beauty standards"...."pardon me but wtf?" Was he's exact thought, chubby people are THE beauty, he's met so many Goddesses and Angels who are chubby. Everyone looked up to them and everyone thought they were beautiful, heck even him. So he was really pissed off at that, but hey some humans are dumber than Mammon so what can you do?.

Anyway after that he made sure you knew you were beautiful even tho you are, especially if you were insecure, my guy started spending he's money to buy you gifts (ofc he didn't give you them right away so that he didn't seem desperate and soft he's pride would never let him) also he shares he's coffee with you, you guys have a coffee break everyday yay!

"So how's your headache?" MC asked jokingly, "well as long as my brothers are immature absolutely terrible, *sigh* I have no idea how they haven't matured yet" lucifer said as he brought he's palm to he's head, mc chuckled and took a sip of their coffee "they will mature one day don't worry" "mhm by then my hair will be whiter than Solomon's" lucifer joked as he drank he's coffee "But anywho how are things with your tasks?" "Meh nothing new, I'm getting better at demonology that's for sure" MC smiled, lucifer smiled back and took their hand in he's, "By the way, thank you lucifer, for the gifts, it really means a lot" mc said with a closed smile, Lucifer's grip tightened on their hand and used the other free hand to pat their head, MC laughed. The coffee break soon came to an end and Lucifer got up as did Mc "alright we should get back to our tasks now " lucifer said and MC nodded, before leaving tho, lucifer grabbed their hand and kissed their knuckles and bid them goodbye. ( This mans flirting will be the end of you one day)

Mammon

Okay so like lucifer he didn't think much of it as well, he was just annoyed he has to show you around because "he lost he's precious time spending money". But after warming up to you and everything he just l o v e d putting he's head in your lap, it was just heaven, he especially loved spooning you at night because it was so fluffy manz was astonished, but then he came across someone on the internet making fun of chubby people and he was so mad, my guy cursed that person and sent bad luck to them (I hc that he can give people bad luck)and after that he spent money on whatever you wanted, even if you told him it was enough he did not stop, clothes? You got it. shoes? The package is at your door. Accessories? He's putting one on you rn. Like he says in he's song, he's head over heels for you so he'll buy you anything, he's love language IS gift giving soo. But of course he also gives you physical affection, but since he's a tsundere mf it'll be hard for him to make the first move but it's fine because he'll find a way to make it seem like "yOur the one who wants a hug from thE gRrrreat Mammon!"

"alright MC what colour is your favourite?" He asked on the phone "it's f/c, why do you ask?" "Nothin nothin~ you'll find out soon enough! The great mammon has to go now, bye bye human!!" Weird. You thought, but shrugged it off. Later that day you heard a knock on your door and opened it, but there was no one there, when you looked down you saw a yellow box and you took it in, once you opened it you saw a pair of f/c shoes, you knew exactly who the person behind this was, smiled and hugged the shoes closer to you, what you didn't know is that that certain someone was hiding behind a wall and enjoying your happiness, satisfied that you got your gift he went back to his room.

Leviathan

When he first saw you he's first thought was "oh.my.diavolo. THEY LOOK LIKE THE CUTE ANIME CHARACTERS WITH FLUFFY ARMS AND LEGSAAAAA" he was squealing when he saw you. Tho he was still jealous of you. After the whole thing tho he warmed up to you and started showing you animes that included characters that reminded him of you. Like the rest tho, once he found out people didn't like those who's body's were "different" he was so upset, on the internet if he saw someone say shit about you he'd find their IP, address, bank account everything and expose their sorry ass (bank one gets to mammon)

"MC MC look!" He yelled out to you while excitedly showing you he's new anime figurine that had a lot of your features " Wow levi that looks so cool! They look nice" "I know! They reminded me of you so I bought it, uhm...you can have it.." Leviathan said shyly, mc chuckled and patted him on the head "it's alright levi you keep it" Leviathan shook he's head "no, I wanna give it to you, you rarely have any figurines since your a normie.. "am not-" SHUSH. So I'm giving this to you" Leviathan handed the figurine to you, you took it and held it close to your chest raising your head up to meet he's eyes and smiled at him "thank you Levi, really this means a lot to me I appreciate it" Leviathan blushed as he tried to cover it but with the back of he's hand while looking away "n no problem normie.." he may have made a rude remark that made you laugh but at that moment he was filled with love and adoration for you:).

Catan (sorry I don't really feel comfortable saying he's actual name-)

When you first came to Devildom he was intrigued by your body, he's read many books about the unique human bodies so he was glad he got to see one up close. Once you 2 warmed up to eachother he started studying your body more and asking questions,with one of the questions he found out that people with other kinds of bodies were shamed and he was so mad. my boy had to be held back by diavolo barbatos lucifer and Beelzebub to not go in the human world and blow that shit up. After he calms down he comforts you (if you were bullied for it and even if you weren't bullied for it) He gives you forhead kisses all the time, he really likes when you 2 are in the library or he's room (those 2 are basically the same thing but still) in eachother's embrace reading books in relaxing silence oh and also this man has 7 heart attacks when he sees you cuddled up to a cat, you just look so damn adorable with the fluffy cats he just. he's gonna faint.

Soft fur brushes against your leg as a grey cat meows at you, you smile and pick it up cuddling it close to you, at that moment catan arrives (I can't take him seriously with the nickname I have him HELP)Ahem, at that moment Stan arrives with a book in he's hand for you two to read, the second he sees the sight of the 2 beings he loves most in he's life my guy is using every blood cell he has within to not faint and cry, clutching he's heart, I'm not joking he legit has to grab on SOMETHING nearby or he's gonna fall. When you see him you wave at him showing the cat " looks like mimi warmed up to me as well" you say while scratching he's head as he starts purring, "y..yeah I can *cough* see that" "Stan see you okay?..you don't seem well" you ask raising a brow "yeah yeah I'm fine I'm fine" he says, he definitely doesn't look fine tho, he finally manages to walk over to you, sitting next to you as he starts petting the cat as well, the cat then jumps out of your arms to wander off, you turn your head to Stan still smiling, he smiles back and holds the book in he's hands "okay let's read now" as you scoot closer and begin reading, Stan still hasn't gotten he's attention to the book, it's still to you, unable to resist himself anymore, he gives you a peck on the cheek, surprised by the sudden action your cheeks redden, you chuckle and kiss him on the cheek, you two laugh and then finally start reading (I love him sm but I can't say heS nAme)

Asmo

Okay this man. This man. Is the body worshiper👏👏👏. The second he sees you he starts squealing it doesn't matter what body type you have he is gonna love it, compliment it and get he's hands on it. Stan literally has to hold him back so he doesn't latch himself onto you. From day one this man cannot stop commenting how adorable you look, like the others once you 2 get closer he starts giving you MORE affection (If that's even possible)shopping with you, taking pictures, spa time etc. He knows how in the human world not all people accept and see the beauty of chubby people, and he's exact words are honey don't waste your time on them! It's not your fault those uneducated roaches don't know beauty. He loves squishing your cheeks sm( AYO NOT THAT KIND OF CHEEKS, WELL..if you want those can too

¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯) their just so squishy and soft!!

"MC how about we have a spa day!" "Sure asmo sounds good" he excitedly grabs your arm and takes you to he's room "oh wow I didn't know you already had the whole spa routine planned out" mc laughed surprised "I am always ready no matter what darling~" he said as he started getting the mask prepared to put on the both of you, as he was about to put on yours he giggled and squished your cheeks "asmo!" "Sorry you know I can't resist you! You just look so adorable I might love you more than myselff" asmo said dramatically you laughed as you squished he's cheeks back as revenge he gasped "oh you naughty MC!" He laughed and hugged you. (This man loves squishing you:'))

Beel

Like the rest he didn't care what you looked like he knew it was another human body, was probably munching on a gronila bar or something- after warming up to you he started sharing he's snacks with you (it was hard but he managed) he found out most humans were shamed for chubby bodies but he was confused because why? It's just a body, he was upset about it but as long as no one shames you he won't go to violence

The sound of someone roaming in the fridge was very loud and clear, the said someone was none other than beel, footsteps were heard from behind him and he froze, wide eyed looked behind him so fast afraid it was lucifer, he's tensed body soon relaxed once he saw it was you " MC whafsn arw youfh doimg uwp so mwate" you laughed " I can't understand what your saying beel" he swallowed the food and asked " MC what are you doing up so late?" "I wanted to get some water" he made an oh sound and looked back to the fridge, he looked in the fridge as he took out a doughnut giving it to you, you smiled as you thanked him, munching on the doughnut as beel went back to raiding the fridge. After midnight snacks you were about to head to bedroom but beel asked if you wanted him to carry you there instead you gladly took the opportunity and agreed. He gave you a piggyback ride, once you arrived there you plopped down but asked "do I weigh anything to you?" "No, it's just like holding a couple of grapes" he replied (this is a tt reference iykyk) you laughed, he bent down and hugged you closed eyes big smile "goodnight mc see you tomorrow" "goodnight beel see you soon" you two smiled and waved goodbye to eachother as you went back to your room . (Also you 2 always share snacks)

Belphie

Okay so to this guy didn't matter what your body looked like he still wanted to kill you because he hates humans, but after the whole thing and once you two were good and close he kept on apologising. Let me tell you belphie lives for chubby body's, the laps are just perfect to sleep on, thighs are he's high and he would love to stuff he's face on your stomach, in your neck or in your arms just anywhere as long as your content, he truly loves and worships your body and has no idea why most humans shame people with chubby body's

"see that's why I hate humans" belphie said as he's head was on your stomach "they are missing out." He said as he nuzzled closer to you even more, you chuckled and patted he's head playing with he's hair, belphie hummed pleased with the comfort your giving him, as he lifted he's head up and gave you a peck on the nose and went back to sleep on your stomach "I love you MC" "I love you too belphie" you replied while rubbing he's head lovingly, both happy in each others embrace.

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A/n: ITS FINNALY DONEE, sorry it took so long! I saw this request late BUT THANK YOU SM FOR THE REQUESTT my first ever request was very special i hope you enjoyed this <3

#obey me #obey me shall we date?#obey me oneshot #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphie x reader

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Men's Hockey (RPF) fanfic recs — Miscellaneous

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Erik Johnson/Gabriel Landeskog

"A Month of Sundays" (M) by Kelfin | 68,667 | Unlike some guys, who freak out when things get even a little bit gay, Erik is fine with this stuff. Erik's not even fazed when Gabe's attempts at flirting with him start to get semi-public, a fact that, by his own judgment, makes him at least five to seven times more tolerant than your average forward-thinking American.

Connor McDavid/Matthew Tkachuk

"close to home" 🔒 (E) by winglavender | 41,381 | "Hang on, are you, uh." Matthew's tongue trips over all of his words. He comes up, strangled, with: "Trying to pick me up?" Connor's still wearing that crooked self-deprecating smile. "Well."

"memento" 🔒 (NR) by notthequiettype | 1,403 | Matthew's already halfway out the door when he sees it, a flash of silver he doesn't believe he's really seeing until he walks all the way over to it. It's in good shape, still looks as much like the Calder as it ever did, which wasn't much to begin with. He'd had cardboard scraps, foil, and tape, and he hadn't worried about it holding up because he'd assumed Connor would toss it, probably before they'd left the facility even.

Sidney Crosby/Connor McDavid

"autograph" 🔒 (T) by cuprun | 1,706 | Connor did think Sid was hot, obviously. Connor thought it a lot, behind his eyes in the quiet dark of his dorm room, breath coming in frantic stutters, picturing Sid’s hands, his play, his thighs— but that wasn’t why he— and Cameron could shut up about it, especially in front of Mom, what the fuck, dude.

"Mr. Crosby" 🔒 (E) by malk1ns | 3,089 | Sid’s not wearing shoes. It strikes Connor as strangely proprietary, familiar in a way he’s never dared to be in someone else’s rink. He supposes if there’s anyone who could consider any rink in the league their own, it’s Sidney Crosby. “Uh,” he says, wincing. Brilliant start. “Hi, Sid. Nice, uh. Good goal.” Christ. He wishes he could turn around and leave, but rules are rules.

Matthew Tkachuk/Mitch Marner

"show everybody exactly who you are" 🔒 (E) by winglavender | 4,779 | Matthew's looked at guys before, but he's always kept it out of hockey. Now, though, he knows he's staring too much because Mitch keeps catching him at it.

Connor McDavid/Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk

"started out with a kiss" 🔒 (E) by winglavender | 7,418 | It's starting to sink in for Connor, the win, finally breaking their losing streak in the Battle of Alberta in front of a home crowd, and now this, Matthew under his hands after weeks of feeling like everything was slipping out of his control.

"inside eyes" 🔒 (E) by blaahaj | 4,769 | Matthew looks between them, shakes his head. He’s smiling but there’s something under it that Leon doesn’t quite understand. “You guys gotta hook up, obviously. Even things out.” “And what,” says Connor. “You’ll hang out? Give us pointers?” “Sure,” Matthew says with a shrug.

"show me that heaven's right here" 🔒 (E) by fannyann | 17,181 | Connor always gets a thrill out of reading Leon correctly, but knowing he got it right about wanting—and sharing—Matthew is a whole new kind of exhilarating.

"fuse burning down" (E) by thekookster | 2,287 | Connor is a fucking terrible person, probably. He just can’t stop thinking about what Matthew’s curls must feel like in Leon’s fist when he’s pulling Matthew’s head back during sex.

"A Couple of Besties" (E) by myshoesarecrocs | 17,294 | It takes Connor a second to understand what he’s seeing, and another for him to notice Matthew Tkachuk’s head thrown back, red, swollen lips parted as he chokes out gasps. Leon’s head is tucked into the crook of his neck, and he lets out a groan that makes Connor hot all over. This whole thing makes him hot all over.

"more than a battle and less than a war" 🔒 (E) by brinicles | 5,071 | As lips meet mouth meet jaw and tongue and teeth like something that's going to leave a bruise, hot messy suction and beard burn that tastes like the edge of rubbing alcohol, he thinks: so this is what it's like to kiss Connor McDavid.

"i'll tell you when to stop" 🔒 (E) by dogjuice | 39,640 | Matthew is too reckless to be responsible for his own heart. Fucking and falling for Leon? Stupid. Fucking and falling for Connor? Idiotic. Doing that one after the other without either Oiler knowing? Yeah. Matthew's fucked.

"let me look at you" 🔒 (E) by isozyme | 78,072 | Two things happen in the same week: Connor texts Leon at two in the goddamn morning to say he’s getting a divorce and Matthew Tkachuk gets outed by a Barstool article.

"take away the limits" 🔒 (E) by nymhciv | 7,760 | Connor’s not sure how he got here. Well, that’s a lie. He knows how he got to Matthew’s house, knows how he got to Matthew’s poolside sofa, even - but he’s still not sure how he'd ended up here, lying more than sitting with Matthew plastered along his body, Leon just as close on Matthew’s other side.

"autumn air, jacket 'round my shoulders is yours" 🔒 (E) by adoringsolitude | 86,318 | “Yeah,” Connor agrees. “I set it up for you. For both of you.” He shakes his head, trying to clear it. “I told you he wanted to suck your dick– what part of that made you think I’d be there to see it happen?” “The part where you’re the one who told me he wanted to,” Leon says.

Leon Draisaitl/Mitch Marner/Connor McDavid

"two for one" (E) by notthequiettype | 3,249 | Mitch doesn't care that much about the sacrifice. Life's short, he gets to play hockey for a living, the mildly annoying parts are worth it.

Leon Draisaitl/Trevor Zegras

"double or nothing" 🔒 (E) by countthestars | 1,907 | “Come to pay up?” Leon asks.

Jack Eichel/Connor McDavid

"maybe you're fireproof" (E) by daisysusan | 6,729 | “Okay,” Jack says. He sounds deceptively calm as he takes a few steps forward and throws himself onto the bed next to Connor, lying on his stomach and propping himself up on his elbows. “What are we watching?” Connor doesn’t answer immediately, just messes with his computer for a few seconds, and then spins it so that Jack can see what’s pulled up on the screen. It’s porn, which is what Jack expected. That’s what people watch to jerk off; it’s what he watches and of course it’s what Connor McDavid watches. He didn’t actually think that Connor jerked off to hockey highlights or something.

"long enough to bruise" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 3,278 | Jack wants to win, any way he can. It's probably a bad idea.

Ryan Graves/Cale Makar

"Erythema" 🔒 (E) by makeit_takeit | 4,341 | Ryan hopes Cale knows EJ was just being his usual shit-stirring self, giving Cale a hard time like that, but he figures, of course Cale knows that. Because if he thought EJ was serious, he’d have to believe EJ was insinuating that he - Cale Makar, Hobey Baker winner, fourth overall draft pick and defensive savior of the franchise - could actually be seduced by Ryan. Graves. Fourth round pick from nowhere, just happy to be here, hoping to find a solid place for himself in the rotation Ryan Graves. So, yeah. Obviously no one thinks Cale Makar is gonna be seduced by that.

Ryan Graves/Dougie Hamilton

"Jersey Blues" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 3,326 | The new jerseys are actually kinda nice.

Kyle Dubas/William Nylander

"details we both forgot to mention" 🔒 (E) by lotts | 3,910 | It’s probably fucked up that the prospect of losing his job is what keeps Kyle from flirting back, and not his sense of what’s right and what’s wrong, but if the end result is the same, he figures there’s only so bad he can feel.

Jack Hughes/Quinn Hughes

"your name in my palm" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 3,435 | "Come on, Quinny. I'll be so quiet and so good, let you do whatever you want to me." "That's what you do normally," Quinn says. "Except for the quiet part."

"be here forever" 🔒 (T) by daisysusan | 3,533 | Quinn's easy for Jack's ideas, whether or not they're good.

Quinn Hughes/Trevor Zegras

"another suburban summer" 🔒 (M) by somewhat_invested | 9,938 | Quinn’s picked up the bad habit of noticing Trevor.

"Easy Out" 🔒 (T) by Kerfluffle | 1,418 | “Jesus Christ,” says Quinn, shifting in his deck chair. “Can you be normal for five minutes?”

"kitchen aid mixer" (T) 🔒 by cuprun | 1,621 | Trevor brings the whisk attachment Quinn had been erroneously using up to his mouth in a slow lift, and when his tongue darts out to drag a tortuously slow path up the dough to bring it into his clever little mouth, Quinn’s brain short circuits. “Yum,” Trevor says, licking his lips. “Wanna try?”

"good things" 🔒 (E) by fishfoods | 2,236 | "You're not this nice to my brother," Quinn says, out of the blue. "Or any of his friends." "Maybe you're different," Trevor shoots back unthinkingly.

Quinn Hughes/Matthew Tkachuk

"the air has changed" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 5,253 | Matthew's already undone by the time Quinn ends up in his vicinity again, a drink in one hand, gesturing with the other. He looks good, broad and tan, hair touched gold from his sunny Florida life, and Quinn tries not to be weirdly bitter about it. He likes Vancouver, he likes his team. Nothing he's feeling tonight has anything to do with hockey.

"play pretend" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 6,417 | Quinn spends too much time watching Brady, even when it's Brady's wedding day and he's supposed to be.

"maybe when the walls are smaller" 🔒 (E) by countthestars | 1,811 | Matthew knows he’s the one who should stop this.

Quinn Hughes/Alex Turcotte

"Your smile and the coastline" 🔒 (E) by bitter_leaf | 48,926 | Up at the lake, Quinn and Alex get close.

Jamie Drysdale/Alex Turcotte/Trevor Zegras

"the tide is high (but i'm holding on)" 🔒 (E) by cokehead_zeroed | 4,653 | "You up for a little wager, then?" Alex asks. "Clothing’s traditional.” Jamie feels the stupid dumb pink blush start spreading over his cheeks again. "You’ve seen Alex ‘n me tarps off all the time." “Yeah,” Trevor says, with a grin spreading over his face that can only be described as ‘lecherous.’ “But I want to see more.”

Pierre-Luc Dubois/Jack Hughes

"do it till it feels too much" 🔒 (E) by arzoensis | 8,796 | Pierre-Luc isn't expecting a whole lot from the Bauer Combine. As it turns out, he simply wasn't thinking outside the box.

Thomas Chabot/Josh Norris

"une ivresse qui m'anéantit" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 5,746 | Thomas isn’t gay. So why is he letting Josh get on his knees for him? And why does he feel weird about Josh and other guys? It’s just different when it’s Josh.

"je te parlerai" 🔒 (M) by puckthisshift | 4,002 | Thomas knows he has a nice house. He also knows Josh doesn’t love being the third wheel. Somehow the two are related. Not that he minds having Josh around.

"worth waiting for" 🔒 (T) by LennemiDuBien | 7,201 | The whole thing felt like it played out in slow motion, which was saying something given they played the fastest game there was. Thomas had gotten the puck, and passed it to Josh, who had a full on breakaway shot. Josh was vaguely aware of some noise behind him, and the arena going quiet as the whistle blew. He spotted Brady rushing some guy from the other team and one of his teammates on the ice along the boards. Thomas was lying on the ice, not moving.

"That's my man" 🔒 (T) by LennemiDuBien | 837 | Sometimes, even telling your BF I love you in a foreign language isn't enough to make people realize you're together.

"I am now" 🔒 (G) by LennemiDuBien | 607 | “You think we should go make sure Josh's okay?” Jakob turned to him first then to the other end of the bar where Josh was chatting with some guy that was making Thomas uneasy for some reason he couldn’t explain. “I dunno,” Jakob questioned. “You know him better than I do. Does he look not okay?”

"Playing catch up" 🔒 (M) by LennemiDuBien | 2,093 | Two simple words have gotten into Thomas's head. Two words that Josh said a week ago and he has no idea why.

Cole Caufield/Trevor Zegras

"ain't like anywhere else" 🔒 (E) by ferryboatpeak | 19,712 | Maybe it's impossible to kiss Cole without being at least a little sweet about it.

Josh Anderson/Cole Caufield

"open up a map and see between one and two" (E) by robokittens | 3,112 | "I'm not gay, dude," Cole says. He says it like it's obvious, like it's a little ridiculous, like he's not in Josh's lap right now. "I just like to take a dick sometimes, c'mon."

Matty Beniers/Brendan Brisson

"Boyfriend Tuesday" 🔒 (E) by neerdowellwolf | 16,107 | Kent looks over at Matty. "Back me up, Berny." "Leave my boyfriend out of this," Brendan says, smirking as he watches the Brita slowly fill with water. Kent's eyebrows sky rocket into his backwards snapback. "You guys are still doing that?" Matty laughs at Brendan's indignant expression. "Still going strong. " "Boyfriend Tuesday, baby, " Brendan crows. "Best day of the week!"

Adam Larsson/Leon Draisaitl/Vince Dunn

"keep you looking at me" 🔒 (E) by thepaperdolls | 3,063 | Vince clears his throat, drawing attention to himself. “Look, I’ll leave,” he says, trying to make it sound like more of an easygoing offer than a threat to ruin the fun of a winner’s room. He doesn’t know if he succeeds; he’s never been great hiding his annoyance. “If you guys just wanna fuck each other, I don’t need to be here.” Draisaitl finally looks at him, curious and confused. He shakes his head softly. “No,” he says quietly. “No, I want to fuck you very much.” So stop flirting with my boyfriend about it, Vince wants to say.

Vince Dunn/Adam Larsson

"can’t stay in the shallows" 🔒 (E) by thepaperdolls | 13,860 | The first time Vince is caught staring, it’s strictly professional. Seriously. It’s the summer and the guys are all thrown together for the first time, and Vince knows he played against this guy before but he never noticed his game like he’s noticing it now. Damn. Adam’s got more grace than everyone else on the blue line combined.

Kent Johnson/Owen Power

Matty Beniers/Shane Wright

"close quarters" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 3,770 | A tiny part of Owen’s brain is aware that there’s probably no way to come back from this, grinding on his best friend in a tiny fraternity bathroom, but—it’s Kent.

"i can see you (up against the wall with me)" 🔒 (E) by cokehead_zeroed | 1,497 | They don’t even make it halfway down the little hallway to the kitchen before Kent presses him up against the wall. The living room’s not even fully out of sight, Brendan still sprawled over his beanbag, left leg disappearing behind the doorframe. Brendan, however, is clearly gone from Kent’s mind already.

"one-two punch" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 7,332 | Matty gestures at the stands in T-Mobile Park, where skyscrapers jut up above second base. "Didn't expect this." "Yeah," Shane says. He didn't expect this either.

Brett Howden/Nolan Patrick

"Golden nights" 🔒 (E) by bitter_leaf | 9,061 | Brett isn’t sure when it started, gentle admiration that turned into a crush that turned into a full-blown stumbling-over-his-words, tripping-over-his feet infatuation. Somewhere between eyeing Patty across the face-off dot in the Dub, to going rep to rep with him in the gym here at home over the offseason, it grew.

Zach Parise/Ryan Suter

"Land of the Free" 🔒 (E) by jedusaur | 5,032 | Zach looks down at the text that just came in: asses i could stand lookin at for rest of my career: urs, datsyuks, kostitsyns, j los, mb gretzkys but only if he keeps his cloths on hes gettin pretty old "He's still narrowing down his options," says Zach, and tilts the screen away from Wade's line of sight.

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This is an ongoing list.

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fantasies2paper · 2 years

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Nothing was better than sitting around with your closest friends and just having fun. We were all hanging out at my house, spread at various angles in front of my lit fireplace. We had been laughing and drinking like this for the past two hours. The alcohol helped combat the insecurities and worries that came with being adults. When Kirishima jumped up from his spot on the couch.

"I think we should play a little game," he said in his bubbly voice. I don't think anything had ever soured his mood. "Like seven minutes in heaven. Everybody write a number on a small piece of paper and if your number matches you occupy one room in the house."

I heard Katsuki scoff next to me. "Tch. No one wants to play that, spiky hair."

"Actually I'm down to play, Kiri" I stood up from the floor, taking a sip of beer before tilting the tip to Bakugou. "You scared, Bakubitch?"

He didn't get to reply before Shoto handed out small pieces of paper to everyone, designating rooms to us since this was his house. There were ten of us. Uraraka, Momo, Mina, Jiro, me, Shoto, Denki, Izuku, Kirishima, and Katsuki. I put the paper with my number in my back pocket and waited.

Any one of them would've been nice to be in a room with but my eyes were on Shoto. He'd gotten his ear pierced since I saw him last, the barbell through the top curve of his ear almost covered by his white hair.I'd always had a crush on him in school and now I just wanted to know if the half and half applied to all of him.

"Okay!" Kirishima clapped his hands together, his booming voice capturing our attention. "I'll read off the guys numbers and ladies you will meet them in the corresponding room."

The first to pair off was Denki and Jiro, they headed upstairs while the girls cheered her on with little catcalls. The next was Momo and Katsuki, they also disappeared upstairs. Izuku and Uraraku were the next two and I gave her a thumbs up in encouragement. Soon it was just Shoto, Kirishima, Mina and I standing in the living room.

"5," Shoto said as I took a sip from my bottle, nearly choking on the liquid.

"That's me," I said, raising my hand. "Lead the way, sir."

He smiled, holding out his hand to me. I took it and let him lead me out of the living room and into the kitchen before he closed the door behind us. When he turned to face me I saw a devilish look in his blue and grey eyes that made my core clench in anticipation.

"You know I've had a thing for you since we were back at UA?" He said as he took slow steps towards me, like a predator trying to catch its prey. "I thought you were beautiful back then but when I saw you again today...I had to stop myself from taking you right then and there, y/n."

He'd backed me up until my bottom hit the kitchen counter, placing his hands behind me on the countertop and his legs on either side of one of mine effectively trapping me. I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out was a small squeak. I hadn't expected the mysterious Shoto to have this level of big dick energy. I wanted more of it.

"That was a cute little noise, baby," he chuckled softly, his voice sliding across my skin like velvet. "I wonder how many more noises I can get that pretty mouth to make tonight. What do you think, y/n?

"If I'm going to be completely honest," I said, my voice a little husky from desire as the alcohol finally started doing it's job and smothered my insecurities and bashfulness. My e/c eyes met his eyes that were lidded from desire. "I've had a thing for you since school as well. Spent a lot of time thinking about you at all hours of the day."

He pressed against me until his lips were inches from mine, a soft growl falling from his lips. "Let's make those fantasies a reality then, baby."

My lips met Shoto's in a passionate kiss, my hands sliding up his hard chest to tangle in his hair. He bit my bottom lip making me moan softly, using the opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. I rubbed my body against his, desire coiling in my lower belly and my core hot with need.

He picked me up and set me down on the counter before pulling his lips from mine, I whined at the loss of his lips on mine. He slid his hand up the side of my thighs until he got to the edge of my skirt. He looked at me for approval, his lips pink and swollen from the passionate and needy kiss we'd shared.

"Lay down, y/n," Shoto groaned out softly and the way he said my name should've been a sin. Words shouldn't be attractive. "Let me take care of you, baby."

I laid back and he slid my skirt up before hearing a chair slide across the tile floor. Before I had time to question it his fingers were tickling the inside of my thighs, working their way up to my panty clad center. I had started to pant softly, my heartbeat thundering in my ears when I felt him nip at me through my panties.

"You're such a mess down here, baby." He groaned softly his hands gripping my thighs and pulling me closer until my sex was inches from him. I felt his tongue flick against my panty clad clit, releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding. "Completely soaked through your pretty panties for me."

His hands squeezed my thighs before slapping them both at the same time, the pain and the pleasure of Shoto teasing me through my panties caused me to arch my back and moan long and low. I felt his hot breath through the fabric and I clenched my core, desperate mewls falling from my lips.

"Shoto, I- OH!," I gasped softly when his finger slid down my covered mound, chilling my sex deliciously.

"Do you need my attention somewhere, baby?" He said softly, before he sucked on my core pulling a groan of frustration from me. "So fucking tasty, baby. So intoxicating."

His growl deepened with every word until i heard fabric rip and a cool breeze touch my aching hot sex. I felt his finger slowly part my soaking wet folds, moaning as he chilled me with his touch. I looked down my body, biting my lip as I watched his pink tongue glide across his lips.

I felt his tongue touch my sensitive flesh and it nearly broke me. His hot wet tongue and hot breath on my cooled flesh made me cry out his name so loudly I was sure everyone heard. My body felt hot on the cool kitchen counter, raising my hips to meet his tongue. He slid his tongue inside my hot core making me clench around his tongue and earn an approving groan from Shoto's mouth.

I knew what he was waiting for when he swirled his tongue just inside my entrance teasingly, drawing a keening noise from me that I'd be embarrassed about later. "Shoto...mmm please fuck me."

He looked up at me from between my legs and gripped my hips before sliding me off the counter and onto his lap. His rock hard cock stood up at attention between us, the underside pressed against my pussy.

"Is this what you want, baby?" His voice was deep and feral, stroking me just as well as his tongue did. Gripping my hips tight he lifted me up just enough for his cock to brush my entrance. I bit my lip and nodded as I looked at him. "Such a pretty, needy slut I have in my lap. You want me to pump you so full of my cum don't you, sweet baby? You want me to ruin this pretty pink pussy?"

I whimpered softly, my nails digging into his shoulders as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my wet slit. After a moment he thrusted up, entering my body in one movement. He almost stretched me to the breaking point, his hands moving to cup my ass while I adjusted to the feeling of being impossibly full.

He leaned forward, capturing my lips in a hot kiss as he thrust up. A deep moan slid from my throat as I followed his rhythm, a thin sheen of sweat covering my body. He kissed down my neck as he mumbled a litany of praises, his voice going deeper as he began to go feral. He hit that special spot causing me to bite his shoulder harder than I meant to in an attempt to stifle a scream, my eyes closed tightly in pleasure.

Without warning Shoto stood up, lifting me and wrapping my legs around him as he continued to pound into me. This new angle allowed him to go deeper and I couldn't stop the lewd sounds from leaving me. The pleasure of him stroking my insides and the slight pain of him hitting my cervix was too much stimulation.

"Cum for me, baby." He growled, his thrusts harder and faster. "I want everything you have to give me. Give it to me!"

I came so hard I saw stars behind my eyelids, my core pulsing and throbbing around Shoto's cock that was pumping erratically inside of me. With a roar he came soon after, painting my insides white with his cum. He sat back down in the chair, holding me to him as I panted against his neck.

"So that's.." I swallowed to moisten my dry throat. "What I was missing this whole time huh?"

He chuckled softly and I felt the rumble through his chest before he slapped my ass playfully. "Baby we aren't done yet. I distinctly remember saying 'until the sun comes up' and by my knowledge we've got 5 more hours until that happens."

His hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. I felt him stir inside of me as desire began to coil in my belly again. I was going to be sore as hell in the morning but that was a problem for future y/n.

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negative-speedforce · 4 months

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What made you decide your OCs names/what do their names mean?

Sivonne Alessandra Thawne: Sivonne is a bastardized version of the name Siobhan that 14-year-old me heard for the first time, and I thought it sounded cool. Alessandra, their middle name, means "Defender of men" and I thought that worked pretty well for her.

Jason Luca Barron: Jason means "Healer", Luca means "Light". It works pretty well for his personality.

Cassandra Addison Stevens: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

Hailey Tuyet Laurence: "Hailey" chosen at random based on vibes, means "hay's meadow" and "Tuyet" is Vietnamese for "snow".

Jessica Esmeralda Wells: Jessica was just chosen to establish her as the E-2002 version of Jesse Wells, and Esmeralda means "emerald". It was just chosen at random.

Regina Maria Rivera: "Regina Maria" is a reference to her family's Catholic faith, meaning "Queen Mary", which refers to Mary, mother of Jesus.

Ember Mallory Del Rosario: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

Aryazana'canwr'mwyar'nos: Aryazana doesn't mean anything, I made up the name myself, and "canwr mwyar nos" means "Night Singer" in Welsh, a reference to her abilities from being half Siren. Her human name, Arya, means "Illustrious".

Catherine Danielle "Cat" Stewart: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

Kyle Nolan Spencer: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

Maxwell Samuel Seng: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

Eric Matthew Akintola-Stevens: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

Jacob Devon Stevens: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

Khalil Marcus Stevens: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

Antonio Carlos Rivera: Named after the little brother in Disney's Encanto, aka the character he was based off.

Ameerah Jade Carmine: "Ameerah" chosen at random. Her middle and last names are colors, as to reference her ability to use the visible light spectrum to warp people's emotions.

Regina Catherine Barron-Stevens: Named after Gina and Cat, close friends of her parents.

Rania Rayan Al Qallaf-Martinez: Rania was chosen because it means "Queen", due to Rania's original status as a villain before I revamped her character, Rayan was chosen at random, it means "Door Of Heaven".

Lydia Angeline Hawke: Lydia was chosen at random, Angeline was chosen because it is a name similar to that of one of my most difficult coworkers.

Meredith Nadia Alatorre: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

Kelsie Saoirse Gupta-O'Riordan: "Kelsie" chosen at random, "Saoirse" chosen because it means "Freedom" and is relevant to her role in-universe as Siv's therapist.

Cory Faye Fields: Name chosen at random based on vibes

Delilah the Cat: Named after the biblical Delilah, a cunning woman who uses trickery to get what she wants (like a tiny half-feral kitten lmao)

Sivonne Bellona Thawne: "Sivonne' to establish her as E-2022's Siv Thawne, "Bellona" because it's a Roman war goddess, and I think that fits Onnie's vibe.

Penelope Lowe: Name chosen at random based on vibes

Jessica Marina Wells: "Jessica" establishes her as E-2022's Jesse Wells, and "Marina" was based on "Marina and the Diamonds", one of my favorite musicians.

Moon Hyun-Ki: Hyun-Ki means "Clever" and I thought that would be a good narrative choice because he keeps trying to outwit Jessi and would be able to if she wasn't OP af.

Qiara Lucia Bradshaw: Qiara as an alternate spelling of "Kiara", but with a Q since she technically doesn't have a real name, she's just "Q". Lucia was chosen because it means "Light".

Marie Kiyoko Kaneyama: Marie chosen because it means "Bitterness" and Marie's one of my Angst Blanket OCs, "Kiyoko" after "Hayley Kiyoko", aka Lesbian Jesus.

Liah Amina Abdul: "Liah" was chosen because it sounds vaguely similar to some other Cardassian names, (It also means "delicate" so that's an extra bonus), Amina was chosen because it means "Faithful".

Soraya Farwah Al-Sharif: Named after a couple of close friends I had in middle school.

Thalia Xanthe Sylvan: "Thalia" after Thalia Grace of the Percy Jackson novels, "Xanthe" after one of the mythical Amazon warriors.

Athena Stonehenge: Not her real name, but was chosen because it's giving "Mysterious, wise, and cunning". Her real name, however, is Mollie, and she will kill you if you call her that.

Laila/Experiment 669: Laila is Arabic for "Dark night", which is a homophone for "Dark Knight", aka Sith lmao. Her experiment number is a cross between "666" and "69" because I am very mature.

Reyna Blazestar: Chosen because it sounds like some 13 year old's power fantasy Mary Sue OC name, which it technically is, because Reyna uses a fake name to distance herself from her abusive stepmother.

Aldrich Tobias Morgan: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

Samira Nasrin Yazdani: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

Sohelia Morgan Yazdani: "Sohelia" means star, and I thought that'd be funny because Vampires and the sun, y'know? And Morgan as her middle name is a subtle way of giving her father's last name without outing her as half-vampire.

Vanessa Leah Wolf: Name chosen at random based on vibes, HOWEVER, her last name, Wolf, was chosen because she gets transformed into a monster by a mad scientist and I thought that was subtle and fitting for her.

Matthew Avi Rosenthal-St. James: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

Dolores Valentina Aguilar: "Dolores" means "Sorrows" and I thought it was fitting for a vampire. "Valentina" was chosen based on vibes.

Victorie Amelie Bernard: Name chosen at random based on vibes.

#ask revan #oc shit #practically-an-x-man

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