Love in a Hopeless Place
Chapter 3
You guys!!! Thank you so much for all of the love so far! I makes me so happy to see people liking the story so far. Here is Chapter 3! xoxo, Dany <3
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Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader
Word Count: 2.6k
CW: Prostitution, Slowburn, mentions of panic, anxiety, depression, hurt/comfort, bullying, slight manipulation
The next morning, light started to drift through the curtains of Lucifer's room again, like they did every morning. But something about this morning felt... different.
Lucifer felt himself return to the waking world, and his eyes fluttered open and he felt... actually kind of awake, for once? Lucifer sat up with a bit of confusion, partly from how he felt and partly due to realizing he was still in his mostly unbuttoned shirt and trousers from the previous day. Looking around, he tried to remember what all had happened the night before.
Seeing his bowtie on the floor, hat on a random table, and his jacket hug up on the mirror, he remembered that something different had happened the night before, but it was fuzzy. Eventually his eyes caught sight of a small note card that was left on his bedside table. He picked it up and read it.
'Thank you for inviting me to share the evening with you, for all it's ups and downs. It was an honor. You are welcome to call on me again if you are ever in need of company of any sort. Best Wishes, (y/n)'
Upon reading your name, Lucifer started to remember scenes of interaction from the night before. His first view of you near the door, kissing your hand, walking you into his room, you on top of him in your lace lingerie, you beside his bed with eyes full of concern, you holding out your arms as he ran into your hug, and the comforting darkness of your embrace as tears ran down his face while he slipped into slumber.
'Oh my god... Did I just cry myself to sleep in her arms? I hired a prostitute and all I did was fall asleep in her arms? Crying?! How pathetic am I?' he thought to himself. He looked back down at your beautiful handwriting, the way the letters curved and twisted, a small heart over the i in "Wishes", and thought about how gentle your eyes had looked when he was in so much pain. Such warm and comforting eyes. How his mood had shifted, and on a dime, it seemed that so did yours when you could tell something was wrong. Was that real concern? Or were you just acting? Honestly, if it felt that good... did he really care which one it was?
For once, he felt like he had actually slept, that he was more alert, not perfect, but something had improved after the last night. That did not feel like a coincidence. Something about being with you last night make him feel better, and he wanted more. He wasn't sure about sexual intimacy at this point, since something about that had seemed to set him off, but the comfort was nice. Would she be willing to come over again just to comfort and hold him like that?
He read the note again, 'You are welcome to call on me again if you are ever in need of company of any sort.' Company of any sort. Any sort. Anyyyy sortttt... But what did she mean by that?! Did she mean like, 'I'm here for you no matter what! We can hang out, we can talk, you can cry, we can fuck, just whatever! I'm your gal!' or did she mean like 'I'm down for whatever, hot stuff~, wink wink, nudge nudge, *insert lude hand gestures here*'
Lucifer would spend much of the next hour thinking way to hard about that one line of text you had written, mumbling to himself as he took a shower, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, got dressed, and once he got a look at himself in the mirror.
"Mayyyybbeeee... I'm thinking way to hard about this and she is just, I don't know, wanting to give me whatever support I need. What do you think about that!" he said to his mirror-self dramatically. He stared at his reflection for a minute before deciding to agree with himself on his last statement.
"That's what I thought" he said smiling and nodding to the mirror version of himself. "Now onto the next question... how long do I wait before requesting her again without looking like a total fucking creepy loser."
That question... would consume him for the majority of the afternoon, only to be quickly interrupted by the realization that he never paid you for the night before, which briefly gave him something else to panic about.
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You on the other hand, woke up and started the day the same as you always had, in your tiny room that you had been renting over the brothel. Most of the other girls from the Lounge also lived there, it wasn't required but it was easier in some ways, mostly for the nights that you had so many clients throughout the day that your body hurt and you could barely move.
It was not so great most of the time, it was loud and cramped, smelled of drugs and cigarettes, you could often hear the sounds of sex from the Lounge below, and some of the girls would try to steal shit. To minimize that, you just tried not to have a lot in your apartment other than a bed, a couch, a small table with a tv, and one of the best safes in hell that you could get your hands on the would fit in your small space for your money. It wasn't much, but it worked.
As you got up and started on your morning routine, your thoughts drifted back to Lucifer from the previous night, and wondered how he was doing. You weren't used to thinking about clients after you were off the clock with them, but you also weren't used to watching them have a panic attack and then cry themself to sleep in your arms. Or you know, being the most powerful being in all of hell for that matter either.
Something about that felt, soft, and nice. It made you feel like you did something possibly worthwhile for once. Who knows if it made an impact on him, or if he would even remember or care about you once he woke up, but something in you prayed that it did. How odd it was to think about that you had not just comforted a normal demon, but the King of Hell, a former high ranking angel, someone who had probably seen God or the highest orders of Heaven. It almost felt like it shouldn't be possible for angels to cry, surely they were not meant to know such pain? And yet, here was one, full of pain and torment probably beyond your understanding. It made you sick just thinking about it.
But that was not for you to concern yourself with, who knows if you would ever see him again. Plus, you had today's clients to focus on. Another day, another dollar. 'Hey, hey, hey, fuck my life.'
You head downstairs to find Cynthhhhia waiting with a shit eating grin on her face once she sees you, giving you a sinister laugh. You roll your eyes.
"Tch. What's got you in such a good mood this morning?" you scoff.
"Larry's been looking for you. You're in trouble," she says with venom in her voice.
Your chest tightens. Oh shit. What could it be? Did you miss your day to clean the dressing rooms? Did Lucifer call and complain about something you did? Were you gonna get fired? You try not to show it on your face, but you do stop walking.
"Why do you say that?" you say, trying to hold an even tone.
Cynthhhhia laughs with a hiss, "Apparently, someone forgot to get a payment from a certain customer last night."
'Fuuuckkkkkk!'
God damn it. You were so focused on taking care of him through his panic attack, then he fell asleep, and you completely forgot to ask for your payment. It also didn't seem appropriate at the time. You could work with this though.
You just laughed and flipped your hair, Cynthhhhia's expression shifted to confusion.
"Ohhhh haha, well ya, I mean that happens sometimes when you just fuck someone so good that they pass out, right? I mean we have all been there," you say giving her a big grin. Cynthhhhia's face changes to her normally prissy annoyance.
"Oh! Have you never had that happen? Oh, well. You'll get there." you smugly walk past her as you pat her on the shoulder. Cythhhhia aggressively shrugs off your touch and hisses as you walk past her. "I'll just go find him now, thanks for the heads up girlypop. Kisses!"
Nailed it. You loved shutting that bitch up, but you always wish it didn't have to come to that. But she wasn't the only one who could play a mean girl, you were just smarter about it. Now to go find Larry and put on a good show for him too.
You put on a panicked look and start to run around the brothel, asking around for Larry. After a few minutes, you find him out in the lobby, chatting with some patrons. You make eye contact with him, give a relieved smile and run to him.
"Darling, there you are! I've been looking all over for you!" you exclaim with your biggest sweetest smile.
"Babydoll! Excuse me fellas, I'll be right back," the pig-man says as he moves past the group of men he was standing with to meet you half way across the room. "What's going on? I didn't see a payment from your customer last night, and that's not like you," he said with concern in his voice, but not like a genuine type of concern. It was the type of concern that you had come to know as 'You better be giving me a good reason as to why I didn't get my money.'
You pouted and tried to look flustered, "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! I just had such a good time and we got so into such a rough and dirty night of kinky sex that, I accidently fucked him so hard that he passed out! I didn't know what to do, so I just came back home and hoped you would be able to help me figure it out. I'm really sorry for getting so carried away," you finish with a bat of your eyes.
Ugh, you hated your own fake, ditzy, whiny voice, but you knew Larry was a sucker for it, and it normally got you out of some uncomfortable situations. Larry's face morphed into a smile and he let out a boisterous laugh before giving you a pat on the shoulder.
"Aww that's my girl! You know what, he's a first timer. So I'll cut him some slack for today. If he doesn't get me a payment by tomorrow, I'll give him a call, give him a day to recover from the high. Hopefully I won't have to send the Sharks after him!" he gave you a nudge in the ribs and you laughed along with him.
You were thankful that he bought your story, but you hoped that this wasn't going to cause trouble for Lucifer. Larry was friends with some of the Loan Sharks, and sometimes he told stories about the aggressive lengths that they would go to in order to get their money back, or take out the people that didn't pay. But, it wasn't your fault that Lucifer had forgotten to pay. Plus, you did not anticipate how last night was going to go, and you don't normally ask for payments at the beginning of the first meeting, that felt tacky to you.
Luckily, your worries were extinguished a few hours later. After your first few clients of the day. Larry came to find you again with a big grin on his face.
"Well, looks like we didn't need to worry, Mr. 'Lance' night came through with payment and an apology for not remembering to pay last night," Larry boasted with a sharp grin.
You try to hold back your surprise, "Oh? Did he come in to drop it off?"
Larry waved a hand, "Naw, he sent some lackey of his, all snooty and fancy like 'I was sent on behalf of Lance to give you his payment for last night and an apology for not paying after the appointment last night due to being incapacitated. He promises that this will not be an issue with future appointments' blah blah blah" he laughed, dropping the mocking pompous tone he used to mock the "lackey".
You laughed along with him, but internally you were caught up on the last part about "future appointments", was that a paraphrase? Or did the messenger actually say that?
"Ah, so does it some like I've secured a new repeat customer?" you ask, trying not to sound too excited.
"Sounds like it! I asked if he had wanted to schedule for his next appointment, but his lackey didn't seem to know. Said he would probably be in touch at some point. Oh also, here is the tip he left for you," he smirked. Larry slid your tip into your hands and headed off to pester one of the other girls for something.
Your heart fluttered. Lucifer wanted to see you again, possibly, and that made you feel good. You normally didn't care what customers thought of you, but you thought it made sense that this was an exception. This was the King of Hell himself. Who knows how he will want to interact with you this next time around, but you figured you should be prepared for both possibilities of comforting and sexual intimacy. Not something you needed to figure out right at that moment.
You then looked down at the money in your hand, and your eyes went wide at the amount of money in your hands.
Wait, holy shit. What?!
The tipped amount that was in your hands was more than you had ever seen at one time. This was probably the same amount the you would usually get tipped in a week, let alone from one client.
You quickly tucked away the money under your arm and made your way up to your room to hide the money in your safe. You did not trust anyone except Larry knowing how much you would be making in tips from 'Lance' if this was going to be a regular thing. Especially, Cynthhhhia and her hoard of goons.
As you got to your room, closed the door, and started to count through the money, you smiled. He didn't need to tip you this much, you don't know why he did, but it made you feel good. You didn't feel fully comfortable seeing this as confirmation of any sort of building blocks of connection, but it didn't feel like it was a negative sign either.
You didn't hear anything else for a few days, but soon Larry notified you that 'Lance' had called again to meet with you, scheduled for a week after your first meeting at happened. Larry also relayed a message from 'Lance', requesting that he "really liked that thing you did at the end of the night, and would really like more of that if it was possible." You smiled and nodded.
Larry asked what it was you had done at the end of the night, you replied with only a finger up to your lips, a wink, and the statement, "A magician never reveals her secrets."
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please please please do a part two of best friend’s brother with some intense toe curling smut!! 🤭🤭
Best Friend's Brother (pt. 2 Smut)
My first time publishing smut - got nervous! if people like this I will do a pt. 3 in which will be p in v. Also, some tags just are not working so if it doesn't work I'm sorry it was not purposeful.
Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar)
Requested: Yes | No
Warnings: smut, !!!!minors dni!!!!!! Smut. Heteronormative sex, swearing, virgin reader, oral - female receiving etc. smut smut smut. Maybe a lil angsty at the start? Reader is still insecure as was requested in the original request.
Words: 2.6k
Author’s Notes:
Aged up, obviously. Direct continuation of Best Friend’s Brother <- which you can find here.
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You and Neteyam had been together for six months. And, undoubtedly, they were the best six months of your life. He was so affectionate, something that took you a little while to get used to, especially in front of others.
But recently you’ve wanted to take it that one step further, but you just didn’t know how. And it was really, really bothering you. Neteyam wasn’t pushy, but he wasn’t shy the same way you were shy. The two of you spoke about anything and everything. He’s helped you explore a lot of intimacy that you felt like you were missing out on. Heated kisses, open talks, and sometimes Neteyam would write you filthy letters about how he thought about you, how he dreamed about you. And you wished you could return the favour.
You sighed deeply, pricking yourself with your beading needle again. You were so frustrated. In every sense of the word.
“What’s on your mind? C’mon spit it out.” Kiri said sharply, still busy with her own beading. You were grateful for Kiri, always. She always stood by you, no matter what. And, where others may drift apart in the situation you two were in, your relationship with Neteyam did nothing but bring you and Kiri closer together. She was practically your sister now.
But you didn’t know if talking about this, about your sexual frustration with Neteyam, was apropriate conversation to have with your best friend.
“Nothing, I am just lost in my thoughts today.” You tried to dismiss it, and swallow it down. Though you could feel the blush spreading across your body, and the fire of embarrassment spread between the valley of your breasts.
Kiri spat out a sarcastic laugh. “Uh huh, you’ve been lost in your thoughts for days then.” Kiri tossed her beading to the ground. The two of you sat outside, in the grass soaking up the sunlight.
“I don’t know what you could possibly mean.” You said, more focused on your beading now than ever. You were beading a new bodice for a clan dance in a few eclipses time.
“Okay, so its obviously about Neteyam then.” Kiri started, you threw your beading at her while a small smirk graced her lips.
She was still your best friend, you just didn’t want to burden her with uncomfortable knowledge.
“(y/n) you can tell me anything, I won’t be mad, even if its gross.” Kiri assured you, you felt her eyes burning into the side of your head as you covered your face with your hands. Eywa, you were so embarrassing and naive and stupid.
You knew Neteyam loved you, and in turn, he is an incredible man. He would never think less of your innocence or your shyness.
But your own brain enjoyed the act of self-sabotage, and you often could not help but to think the lack of sex life was due to your lack of appeal.
“You have to promise me not to get grossed out!” You say, pulling your hands away from your face, holding Kiri’s eyeline. You knew you were a blushing mess, riddled with anxiety and nausea.
“I promise! I’m not a child, and I’m not Lo’ak.” She quipped. You chuckled and you tried to put your heart back down in your chest from where it had risen to your throat.
“Well, Neteyam and I have been together for awhile…” You started playing with your long braids, nervously. Kiri urged you on. “We have been together for awhile, and I love him, you know I do-”
“Trust me, everyone knows you do.” You ignored Kiri’s interjection, soldiering on.
“-And I don’t expect us to form a bond anytime soon, of course but…” You felt the burning sensation under your skin, your blood was too loud and the day too bright, everything was causing a sensory malfunction.
“But what?” Kiri was kind, and she never pushed you further than necessary.
“Well, I would like to mate with him but I’m so scared and I don’t know how to ask, let alone do anything remotely sexual and I’m afraid Neteyam knows this and that’s why we haven’t done anything yet and I’m just stupid so I would get his hesitancy-”
Kiri cut your rambling off, laughing. Throwing her head back in the sun, you could see all the stripes that ran across her neck, hiding under necklaces and her com.
“Have you just asked him?” She asked plainly, once she collected herself.
You were shocked - just ask him, was she crazy?
“Well, no I haven’t.” You mumbled, fetching your beadwork from Kiri’s lap, and finding solace in the distraction.
“That’s where you start, (y/n). There’s no shame in not knowing.” Kiri said softly, sensing your unease. She went back to her own beadwork and did not bring it up again.
You knew Neteyam would be back any minute. You sat, still working on the fine beading in your new tent given to you as a step into your adulthood. You enjoyed living away from your parents, the solace and independence. But, Neteyam knew you got lonley and stayed with you most nights.
Tonight was one of those nights. And, Neteyam always comes to you as soon as he finishes his duties.
You were just going to ask him, like Kiri said.
That was no big deal, right? You did not know what you were going to say, you were going to ‘go with the flow’ like Jake says sometimes.
This ‘flow’ made you feel like you were drowning.
Soft lips on your forehead snapped you out of your whirlpool thoughts.
“My love are you alright? I’ve been talking to you for a minute or two now.” Neteyam said softly, holding both your cheeks in his hands. His eyes scanned your face to find a trace of what was bothering you, your face flushed under his intense stare.
“I’m sorry Neteyam, there’s been a lot on my mind recently.” You said, smiling. Neteyam took the bait, removing his hands from your face, sitting across from you on the floor, legs crossed.
“Tell me about it my lovely girl.” Neteyam said, reaching out for one of your hands. Partially because he craved your touch, and partially to distract you from your beading. He had missed you all day, and did not want to share your attention with some beads.
You sighed softly, taking his hand. Everytime you looked at Neteyam his stomach flipped, he felt butterflies and fell in love all over again, everytime. He did not miss the bright blush that burned across your high cheekbones and nose, and that dipped down into the valley of your breasts. He knew his eyes lingered there for a beat too long, but you did not notice.
“Neteyam I am embarrassed to ask you this,” His heart dropped into the field of butterflies in his stomach. “But, do you want to have sex with me?”
He must’ve heard you wrong. His head snapped to yours, finding you looking up at him through your thick lashes, innocently.
“What?” The word fell from his mouth before he could reel it back in. And, you were quick to jump to the defensive, afraid of upsetting him, of offending him.
“We do not have to obviously, as I know I am not experienced and maybe that is not what you’re after but-”
The low growl came from Neteyam’s chest. ‘No experience’ was just a polite term for ‘no one else's’. As far as Neteyam was concerned, if another male looked at you for too long it was reasonable grounds for a fight.
“You want to have sex with me?” Neteyam asked, he felt all the blood rush in-between his legs. The conversation alone was enough for him. He has wanted you for so long, for too long. But he would never, ever make you operate outside your own terms.
You smiled, the fleeting confidence that he provided you swelling in your chest.
“I would want nothing more, my Neteyam.”
The kiss was hot, and striking. His hands cupped your face, like they had done not all that long ago, but this time, he laid you down, your back to the floor. His strong, muscular frame leaning over you, your chests touching, and one of his knees had found his way between your legs. His tongue wiped your lips, a gentle way to ask for permission. You gave it to him, his tongue fought yours for dominance, briefly, until you submitted to him, like you always did.
You were still fully clothed, Neteyam too, but the heat was insurmountable. His knee was far from your clothed cunt, but the anticipation caused slick to gather there all the same.
He pulled away from the kiss, you were thankful for the air but you craved the feeling of him so close.
“My love you have to tell me if you don’t like something, or if you don’t feel comfortable or if you change your mind, ok?” He whispered into your ear, you nodded, words failing you. “No, use your words babygirl, let me hear you.” Neteyam left paperlight kisses under your ear, and moved to your jaw.
“Okay.” You said, breathless, barely above a whisper.
“Good girl.” Neteyam kissed down the column of your neck, sucking and biting. His cainines taking your sweet flesh and leaving dark, purple marks in his wake. Everyone would know who you belonged to now. If there was any doubt before, there would never be again.
Neteyam’s left hand was still cradling the side of your face, while his right played with the skin at your waist, rubbing up and down, teasing the skin underneath the hem of your beaded top. As he continued the assault on your neck, down to your chest and the straps of your coverings laid, you felt the tip of his tail caress your thigh, his own knee moving up to find your wet core.
You couldn’t help but moan at all the stimulus. You felt Neteyam stop for a microsecond, but it was enough for you to feel embarrassed, you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, stifling anything else that may humiliate you.
He pulled away from your chest, leaning over you to look you in the eye, his free hand that had been playing with the hem of your shirt came up to pull your hand away. He placed your hand on his toned, flexing chest.
“No. No, I want to hear you, don’t be embarrassed.” His thumb swiped across your lip and in an act of lust-induced insanity you opened your mouth and sucked on it. “Never hide from me, my love.” Neteyam smiled lightly, his eyes fluttering closed, he pressed his hips against your own.
You felt how hard he was against you, your internal walls clenched against nothing, but you felt how soaked your loincloth had become. Neteyam let out his own deep moan.
“Do you feel me, babygirl? Do you feel what you do to me?” His voice had changed, deep and commanding and alluring.
It was all too much. You felt the coil in the base of your stomach tightening.
“Answer me, sweetheart.” Neteyam whispered as he ground into you, his lips attaching themselves to your already bruised neck. Both his hands making quick work of removing your top, discarding it with no care.
“Yes, yes, I-” Your breath hitched as his mouth found your nipple, rolling the sensitive bud around in his mouth. “I want to feel you inside, Neteyam.” You said bravely, shutting your eyes, you could not control the nonsense that fell from your mouth. You were too fucked out and barely anything had happened yet. It was embarrassing.
He wanted you nonetheless.
Neteyam could not help but growl when the sweet words fell from your plush, beautiful lips. He removed himself from your swollen nipple. He took you in, looking at all of you. Your body had a light sheen of sweat, your head was rolled back, lips parted- mewling. You were everything to him.
Netyam did not hesitate in removing your loincloth as quick as his nimble fingers would allow, sliding the fabric down your legs he took the time to squeeze your thighs and calves. He wanted to consume you, every part. Mind, body and soul, Neteyam would never stop wanting you. He supposed that made him selfish. But, Neteyam had never asked for anything in his whole life, save for you. And, he would be completely satisfied in his existence in this life if all he had was you.
“Can I taste you my love?” Neteyam asked, using one of his hands to part your legs, wider, his other was massaging the flesh of your thigh. He saw your sopping cunt for the first time and fuck, Neteyam felt wasted. Absolutely toatled. His dick strained against his own covering, twitching at the sight.
Stunning.
You nodded, giving him permission. Neteyam pinched your inner thigh, making you squeal in surprise, raising your head slightly you squinted at him. “Words, babygirl. I know you know how to use ‘em.”
“Taste me, honey. I want whatever you want me to want.” You laid your head back down of the floor of your home, desperate for friction your bare hips bucked upward, and you could’ve sworn you heard Neteyam’s breath hitch.
He wasted no time in exploring your most private heat. Neteyam ate you like a man starved, your moans doing nothing but spurring him on.
You wanted to save your first orgasm for his dick, but Neteyam licked and sucked, one of his hands had found your clitoris, and you felt that tight coil in your stomach begin to snap. Instinctively, your hand flew to his hair, nestling in his braids as he hit a certain spot. Back arching, you began to unravel, and unravel quickly.
“Neteyam, I can’t, I’m going to-” You began to apologise about your approaching orgasam, embarrassed that you could not save it for when he was inside. His fingers worked quickly on your clit, as he pulled his mouth away briefly.
“Cum for me, my darling girl.” His husky voice sent a shock through your body, his fingers never stalling, his tongue found your heat again, licking, stroking, tasting. His words were enough for you.
You felt your walls clench, squirting around his sucking mouth, he drew it from you, swallowing it down. You felt him smiling against you, against your shaking, heavily breathing frame.
Neteyam came up, his arms extended on either side of your head, your felt his hard-on ground into your naked form, his loincloth would be stained from your wetness. You began to come down from your high, Neteyam captured your eyeline. You stared at him, and his smirk, a bead of your own cum on the side of his mouth. You threw your hands over your eyes and face in embarrassment, you couldn’t help it. You felt like you should’ve lasted longer than you did.
Neteyam loosed a breathy chuckle watching you hide behind your hands, while your shatteringly-beautiful and so very naked form laid under him.
“Don’t hide sweetheart, I need to see your face baby.” You shook your head in reply, keeping your hands firmly placed against your face. “I see you. I see you despite the fact that you’re too embarrassed to look at me.” Neteyam’s voice was hoarse, his words raw, and you could do nothing but look at him then.
See him.
Feel him.
Love him,
Entirely.
He smiled when he saw your warm eyes again. And, you knew you were done. Totaled, even.
“I see you.” You spoke softly, worried that if you were any louder this would all fade into nothingness.
He captured you in a strong, burning kiss. And you giggled at the face that you could taste yourself on his lips.
You decided that you would not be embarrassed around Neteyam anymore.
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Hello, I'm sorry for disturbing, can I ask NSFW Alphabet for TF:Animated Blitzwing? ...If rules not meant the whole alphabet then maybe just with his name letters?
Find it kinda strange that one of most popular character in tfa fandom haven't his own alphabet lol
A=Aftercare
Relatively good at taking care of you, he asks about human medications and if you need to take any before/after, if he should be careful with you, if you need anything specific afterwards. Treats you like glass, he just doesn’t want to break his perfect little human.
B=Body Part
His favorite thing about his own body changes depending on who’s fronting. Icy likes that his frame has a unique color combo, whereas Hothead (and Random) like how their wings are pointed downward instead of upward like the seeker’s wings. He loves your midsection. He couldn’t care less if you’re skinny or chubby, he loves to wrap his servos around you.
C=C/m
Inflation kink.
D= Dirty Secret
He won’t tell you about his fascination with seeing your stomach distended (whether that’s with food or transfluid or maybe even a sparkling).
E= Experience
Blitzwing’s had some prior partners (most left because they couldn’t handle him), not many though.
F= Favorite Position
He likes to hold you in his lap, or have you on top.
G= Goofy
He’ll make some jokes to make you smile and laugh or to lighten the mood, lots of little jokes to make you giggle during aftercare.
I= Intimacy
He loves you and wants to show it, but he’s not the best at telling you. He’ll kiss and hold and nuzzle, but Blitzwing stumbles over his words sometimes.
J= Jack Off
He’d prefer your hands on him, but he’ll be fine with his own servos. Won’t self service that often.
K= Kink
This was mentioned before, but he has a fasination for seeing your stomach/midsection distend. Whether that be with transfluid or other fluids, he really likes seeing you full. Also loves to be given instructions.
L= Location
Anywhere away from others, deep in a forest, a cave, his berthroom…
M= Motivation
Seeing you blush or act embarrassed, when you cover your face he finds it so cute.
N= No
He won’t draw blood or use knives on you, as long as there isn’t a possibility of you or him bleeding out from it, he’ll try it.
O= Oral
Blitzwing doesn’t like to give, he’s afraid of his faceplates spinning erratically while he’s trying to pleasure you.
P= Pace
Depends on who’s fronting. Random’s a wildcard, Hothead is rough and fast, Icy is slow and teasing.
Q= Quickie
He’s fine with quickies, but this stems from liking morning sex.
R= Risk
It depends on how desperate he is, but a bathroom stall would work.
S= Stamina
Three to four rounds will tire him out.
T= Toys
Has two toys, one has a small knot at the base and it vibrates at the tip. It’s too big for you to use it. The other is a gag, shaped like a bone.
U= Unfair
While Blitzwing does love hearing you beg, he won’t make you cry.
V= Volume
Again, it depends on who’s fronting. Icy is relatively quiet, Hothead will growl and groan, Random is by far the loudest.
W= Wild Card
Blitzwing likes morning s€x, to get the day going. He’s okay with getting worked up or getting you worked up anytime.
X= Xray
Roughly 1ft 5in/43 cm (yes i do the math), he has red bio lights in an upright ladder pattern, surrounded by a stripe of purple (outlined with black). This pattern is semetrical on his spike. His valve has similar patterns and colors.
Y= Yearning
Blitzwing is needy, so going three to four times a week will be regular for you two.
Z= Zzz
Falls asleep quickly after properly taking care of you, and if you’ll allow it, Blitzwing will put his faceplates on your midsection or chest (whichever is softer) and recharge like that. He claims his recharge is more peaceful that way.
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Sherliam and sleeping positions: a ramble
The way sherliam is, i dont think they cuddle to sleep. They dont make out and run their fingers through each other's hair before going to sleep in each other's arms and here's why:
As much as I melt over every sliver of physical affection in fics, none of their primary love language is touch or physical affection. I'm pretty sure someone had talked about their love languages, but ive been thinking about this a lot so im not sure.
Sherlock's touch is a bit on the casually rough side. A small punch to the shoulder, a ruffle of hair, a pat on the back. But following his character development in NYC, he had become a lot more gentle, both physically and emotionally. Still, I don't think he's big on touch because, well, he's sherlock.
William is somewhat more comfortable with touch. A supportive hand on shoulder, a tender brush of lips, fingers deliberately brushing against the other's while reaching for the same thing. While it does suit him more, his main love language isnt touch either. He is much more of an acts of service kind of guy, which furthers his guilt in early nyc days of letting sherly take care of everything for him.
Now, what their love language might be, which is code for what i firmly believe it is, is quality time. Throwback to Durham date, sherly turning a murder case into a game just so could spend more time with moriarty before they get off the train, the "i wanted to leave everything just to continue spending time with you" snippet from William's letter. It makes perfect sense that their love language would be quality time.
They're happy to be beside each other. They're both exceptionally intelligent, it wouldnt be out of character for them to just... absorb the love without having to touch. They can feel the love in the serene quietness of their apartment in the morning. They can feel the love in "what do you want for dinner?" "i did the dishes while you were gone." "im making coffee for us both." They know the love is there, they dont need to be all over each other to feel its presence.
As one of my favourite books of all time says, intimacy is not about sex. Its not about touches or kisses or lips on necks. Intimacy is about the truth. Intimacy is when you lower your walls and let someone in. Intimacy is when you show them the entire truth of your existence and say "do you still love me?"
And thats what they did. They know each other. From the favorite brand of coffee to the subject of their nightmares, they know each other like no one else does. And that's more intimate than any form of touch ever discovered.
So here's what i think, they dont sleep in each other's arms every night. At least, they dont intentionally. They have their own sides of the bed. They might fall asleep facing each other, but thats as much as they intend.
Now unintentionally, thats a different thing. By unintentionally I mean the nights where sleep doesnt come to one of them, and the other slides closer to play with the his hair. And nights where Liam cant sleep from nightmares and sherlock sleepily pulls him against himself, unknowingly rubbing circles on his back with his thumb. And nights when sherlock remembers sitting beside Liam's bedside, desperate to see those carmine eyes open again and so he reaches out to cover Liam's hand on the blanket with his own just like he did back in the hospital, feeling his eyes droop because he knows this time when he wakes up those eyes will be open too.
My point is, when they do touch, they make sure it means something to both of them. Which is why they would not be big on cuddling and snogging.
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TW: vent?
I'm so upset.
I'm terrified of anything related to physical intimacy and my partner knows that. He knows that's I'm working through decades of trauma without a therapist and that I'm struggling. That's why he never forces me to hold his hands or hug him.
But this morning, I had a really long text from him just describing how much he wanted to hug and kiss me. It would be sweet in any other circumstances but it's just freaking me out.
I had a whole day planned, wanting to be productive, and now I'm stuck hiding in bed and crying because I'm triggered...
I need to get a hold of myself and calm down, but this is so difficult. The first thing I see when I wake up, still half asleep, is a block of text describing something I'm terrified of. I'm not fine.
-🐈⬛🌿
I’d highly recommend trying to restate boundaries. He knows that things like that can trigger you as you’re not ready for it yet, and it’s okay to state those boundaries.
You do not have to have physical intimacy to be loved and show love. Yes, it might be a love language for one, but until things can get better, maybe you two can work something out together to help show each other appreciation.
Such as acts of service, gift giving (such as making each other something even if it’s a letter or poetry {which we will gladly help on if needed, we love poetry}, and just making small crafts), words of affirmation as well. Physical touch isn’t the only love language even if it might be the preferred one by your partner.
But until you can heal, it would not hurt to have another shared love language. And when you feel particularly okay with physical touch, you can always hold your partners hand as a sign of you being ready. It will be more important than any words could be.
I hope healing goes well for you. I hope things can get situated and worked out as well. I’m rooting for you.
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Your alive POG. You wouldn’t believe how fast I got to reading these alphabets which got me down bad for cryptid Techno. Can you cook one for him? Imma like to be 🐘 anon too if its not taken
Sure! 🐘 anon it is! :)
Warnings: Yandere Themes, possessiveness, violence mentioned, injury mentioned, maiming mentioned, abuse mentioned, Stockholm Syndrome mentioned, forced relationship
Cryptid!Techno
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Affection doesn't come wasy to Trchno but once he's past seeing his darling as meat, he's extremely affectionate. He's very cuddly and loves physical intimacy- especially after he's taught what kissing is. He LOVES tasting every part of his darling.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
VERY messy- like EXTREMELY messy. Techno has absolutely no qualms in killing anyone that may try to get between him and his darling.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
He'll definitely make it apparent that now that he has them, Techno wasn't letting go of his prey. Would he mock them though...? Maybe if they're crying and pleading and trying to get away.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
YES- a lot of things. I think I've talked about in an ask before so I won't elaborate.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
The old beastly god doesn't really do "vunerable"- not unless you count him snoozing away and baring his underbelly for his darling.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Amused greatly- two can play at this game and his darling may not like it when he wins.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
In the beginning before he got attached to his darling it was definitely a game and the escape attemptd wherea fun chase. After he had gotten more attached to his darling he didn't think lightly of it anymore.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
God where would I even begin..... maybe catching Techno in an extra bloodlusty mood where he wanted to taste his darling’s blood AND he wanted to bone. It's not a fun experience- his bites are far from gentle and he's definitely not small down before. It's a miracle that he didn't kill his darling during this.... or the dozens of other times when he's done it.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
At the beginning, darling was just a meal to savor until their eventual demise but now he wanted to keep them by his side forever. Just like other cryptids, he wants to make his darling immortal.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Can't exactly get jealous if any rivals for his darling die- but he CAN get a little jealous if a fellow god/immortal creature has his darling’s attention or if they're trying to steal darling away.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
He's very adamant about darling staying by his side unless he needs to run off for something and is very domineering until they eventually learn to behave. As time goes on and darling goes from being seen as a meal to savor to a mate, Techno does get a bit kinder and more considerate of them.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Techno has never been a romantic but based on what he's seen animals do and ancient human did, he'll certainly try his best to court them once he's dtarted falling for them. It's mostly tribute kills but he's also more attentive and somewhat gentle.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Nope not at all.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Techno is all about physical punishments- breaking or even TAKING his darlings limbs are on the table.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Not many? Other than keeping them close by, he won't take away electronics as long as they can't use them to escape somehow. Also not really a right to lose straight off the bat but darling can lose use of their legs or arms if push comes to shove.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Not very patient- he's quick to get annoyed if his darling isn't listening
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
I've answered about what he'd do about darling dying before so in regards to if they leave? He'd definitely try to get them back.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
If darling survived long enough that Techno changed the way he feels about them...... he kinda can feel guilt? But also like only in really special circumstances- like if the darling gets injuried or ill and he can't help them get better. He may be a god but he's not magically inclined and if getting another god involved like Phil doesn't help then he'll fight with himself about whether he should let his darling go back into society so they could be saved..... which then he will eventually concede and let them go.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Very simple answer- darling is tasty.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Annoyed at the beginning but when his feelings for his darling change over time, Techno.... is still annoyed. But in a different kind of way that's really frustrating to him.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Honestly I don't really know how to answer this- maybe it's because he's not exactly a classic yandere? Techno's obsession isn't romantic in nature (at the beginning at least) so I guess that's a big difference- that and the fact that he's not a normal person that exists in normal people society.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
His hibernation is a MASSIVE weakness and despite being aware of it, there's nothing Techno can really do as he can't resist his instincts. It's really lucky that he manages to wake up when his darling tries to escape.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Yeah a hundred percent and no need to elaborate.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Techno definitely doesn't feel reverence towards his darling- while he does eventually grow to love them, he almost doesn't even see them close enough to being an equal. He doesn't really care to win his darling over in the begining of their relationship but later on, he definitely puts in SOME kind of effort.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
There's no real pining for him in the begining but if his darling escaped before he could nab them the first time they meet, he'll do the next best thing to pining which is trying to stalk them like prey.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
Possibly? It's easier to develop stolkholm syndrome instead but if darling pushes all the wrong buttons, they can end up getting broken- well if Techno doesn't accidentally kill them first.
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Wooseok “A-Z nsfw headcanons”
Group Masterlist Pentagon Masterlist
Ask: heyy, may i request a nsfw alphabet with pentagon wooseok? letters K, P and U if it's not too much to ask. thank you for your time🌼✨
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Wooseok truly is just a giant baby, after sex he gets clingy and maybe even a little whiny. He doesn’t want your body to leave his for even a moment. Will trap you with his long limbs to keep you with him. His aftercare is cuddling.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On him, he likes his eyes. He likes how big they are and how they affect you when he’s looking at you. Wooseok likes the way he can make you crumble with his sweet, sweet puppy dog eyes.
On you, he likes your hands. This boy actually does not have a size kink but when it comes to you hands he just thinks it’s cute how tiny they are in comparison to his. It turns him on even more that you can take control of him with your small hands, it’s cute and attractive to him.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
His favorite spot? Deep inside of you, the thought alone gets him entirely worked up and turned on. He just gets excited at the thought, you telling him he can is already enough to make him cum.
For those with them, he also likes to cum on your tits. It’s like a total fantasy to him, being allowed to paint your chest in his cum... even better after a titty fuck.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Legendary panty stealer. It’s hardly a secret anymore but in the beginning it was. He totally got off on stealing your panties and jerking off with them. He was embarrassed about it at first, so he did everything not to get caught. Now he wants to get caught.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I feel like he’s not too experienced because I just feel like he’s not looking for a relationship or sex that much lately? It’s just a feeling I get. I think he’s had 1-2 partners.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Anything with you on top. The man loves your chest with a passion and he also loves using his ridiculously large hands to grope at you. Be it your chest, thighs or ass, he’ gripping it with all his might. Cowgirl is most definitely his favorite. He also likes it because he can look you deep into your eyes and feel your fingers digging into his shoulders.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He has his moments where he acts like an oversized puppy, his enthousiasm calling for some funny moments. You both also just need some softer sex you guys tend to be more giggly and talkative.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I feel like we’ve never really seen it so I’m not sure. Part of me thinks he can go either way. I don’t think he’s particularly hairy in general, so he tends to leave it as is. But if he choses to get rid of it, it would be easy for him.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
I don’t think he’s too romantic, at least not often. It’s rare but sweet when he acts romantic and you make sure not to comment on it too much because it makes him shy.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Frequently, maybe even once a day. But he just like I mentioned before loves jerking off into your underwear and he can’t explain why. If that’s not an option he’s very simple, laying on his bed and using his hand.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Getting caught: The thought terrifies him and turns him on all at the same time. Whether it’s getting caught alone or getting caught with you on top of him, he doesn’t care, he loves the thrill.
Pet names: He wants to be on the receiving end of the pet names, call him puppy, baby boy, angel, good boy. He’s a little bit of a sub and these words make him whimper like crazy.
Hair pulling: Again on the receiving end, he wants you to pull his hair, make him look at you or make him look at what you’re doing to him.
A fourth optional one because it’s not that inclusive
Titty fuck: Nothing gets him going more than seeing his cock between your tits. It gets him off so much. It turns him into a moaning mess and the visual is just so fucking hot to him. Not to mention if you suck his dick in the process.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
His bedroom and his desk chair. Bedroom simply because it’s comfortable and just provides all the space you need. The desk chair is more because he thinks it’s hot.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Like I mentioned in his kinks, pet names really get him going. You could call him sweetheart and then baby and he’ll want to pull you to the nearest room.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He doesn’t like it when things get mean. He despises degradation, he likes petnames and sweet things and saying them to you and you saying them to him.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Both he loves both so much.
Giving: He loves it when you sit on his face, when you absolutely smother him and tell him what to do. He loves it when you pull his hair, pulling him closer to you. He likes it when you use him to feel good.
Receiving: He’s so loud and needy but tries to keep himself under control. Doesn’t want to go to fast/harsh and get in trouble unless you give him permission. Then he absolutely loses it. It’s all about the imagery for him and the image of your lips around his cock is almost enough.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
A happy medium he bounces around between the two. You control the pace more than he does. His personal favorite is faster paced, not necessarily rough but simply quicker.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t mind them, especially because he likes the thought of getting caught. He doesn’t however like being rushed but knows there’s no other way too it. You’ll catch him pouting a lot when you tell him to hurry and it’s cute.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
I think he’s game to take risks and experiment, it just depends on what you want to do. I do think he has some hard no’s like hitting or degradation.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
One, big baby is done after one round. Maybe 2 if you give him enough time inbetween.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
God the way he’d get off to watching you use toys on yourself. Eyes all big, I can just see it. So no I don’t think he’d mind at all. He wouldn’t mind you using toys on him either, within reason.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn’t like to tease much because he knows you’ll do it right back. He might even be a little impatient, so he keeps his teasing to a minimum.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s quite loud and not even just with groans, he talks, babbles, moans, groans and whimpers. Wooseok is very loud.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
”Don’t you think you’ve worked long enough?” You asked, standing behind him with your arms around his neck. Wooseok shrugged in your touch, not fully hearing your tone of voice. Letting out a very audible sigh, your hands moved down his chest and your lips moved right by his ear. He could feel the goosebumps over his skin simply feeling your breath on his neck. “Baby, I really think you should stop for today.” You said again, noticing his change in stature.
He allowed you to move in front of him and straddle his waist, instantly burrying his face in your neck to kiss your skin. “You work so hard baby boy, I just want to reward you.” You said softly, humming at the feeling of his lips on your neck. Your hands tugged at his hair gently, to keep him in that spot a little longer as you wanted him to mark you. He whimpered against your skin, wanting you to pull his hair again so he leaned away from your neck.
“Please pull my hair again.”
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Okay, Wooseok is a big boy I don’t think his dick would be any different. I just don’t think he’d be the thickest out there. 8-8.5 inches
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high, like I said I think he masturbates everyday so I feel like he would like to have sex often. If you aren’t down though, he knows how to take care of himself.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He falls asleep pretty quick. Like I mentioned before, he gets all clingy to you, wanting to feel you against him for a long time after sex and it helps him fall asleep.
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Love your writing, I'm just very bad at prompts ✨ here I go: Going catatonic? Mouth sewn shut? Carewhump with Mathias (therapy for Kaden's hands maybe)?
Oh yessss carewhump!!
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[after the failed escape attempt, before isolation]
Cw: creepy whumper, noncon intimacy (not sexual, but mathias is ick), mentioned past torture, abuse, noncon touching (once again, not sexual)
Mathias sighed, his lips pulling back into a frown as he watched the pencil tumble to the floor with a small clatter.
Kaden cringed in response, their hand curling into a shaking fist as they quickly retracted their hands. Back to their lap, where they were safe. Safe from the stupid pencil and from Mathias’s own hands resting against theirs, prompting each agonizing letter. The floorboards creaked as the man swooped down, snatching up the pencil between two fingers and setting it back on the desk.
“Come on now, love, you know what you have to do. Just a little bit more.” Mathias’s voice slipped through their mind as he leaned over their shoulder once more, his chest pressing against their back. His mouth rested next to their ear, breath warming the side of their face as his hand rested against their arm, sliding down to their hand. The thick bandages had been replaced with thin layers of gauze, but the wounds still ached deeply with each movement. Rough scabs had healed to ragged pink scars, for the most part healed, but still painful. Kaden tensed under the touch, feeling their hands grow clammy as Mathias’s thumb brushed over the bandaging.
His hands were warm, but they might as well have been burning red as he pressed his fingers lightly into the wounds.
“That’s the third time you’ve dropped it,” He murmured, his other hand moving to their shoulder, before sliding down to rest just against their elbow. “You can do better than that, love. Perhaps I haven’t given you the right… motivation.” His nails began to dig into their skin and Kaden stiffened, a small sound dying against their tongue as they clenched their jaw.
“I’ll give you one more chance, darling, alright?” Mathias hummed, his grip loosening just as quickly as it had tightened, touch becoming ever so gentle as he picked up their right hand, guiding it to pick up the pencil. “Five more lines, then we can take a small break.”
Five more.
Kaden looked down at the paper in front of them, half covered in a messy scrawl. They had tried to stay along the lines, but with the motor function of a three year old, they could barely hold the pencil, much less write. Mathias didn’t seem to be caring much for quality, though, which they were grateful for. They had already written the same sentence fifteen times over on this sheet, thirty times the one before. To help them get better, Mathias said when he challenged them to the task. To help them heal, so they weren’t useless. The task had felt mundane at first, but now it was excruciating. Every letter sent sharp pains through their palm, little bolts of electricity down their fingers and up their arm, causing the muscles to contract and spasm.
With a deep breath, working up the will, Kaden shifted their hand away from his, and readjusted their grip on the pencil. Mathias smirked, but stayed quiet, resting his hand against the desk itself, still practically leaning over them.
Kaden wanted to snap at him to back up, that he was their main hindrance right now, only making this more difficult for them, but they were sure he already knew that. That’s why he was doing it, right?
With his breath creeping down the side of their neck, Kaden slowly began to write.
I will not run.
The page before had been “I will behave.”
The one yesterday was “I will not act out.”
Seemed kind of redundant, they thought. Didn’t “not acting out” fall under “behaving”? Kaden wasn’t stupid enough to voice the obvious flaw in the man’s orders, though. They would very much like to keep the remaining function in their hands.
This particular punishment seemed never ending. The branding, the torture, all of that after the first few days seemed acceptable. Well- not acceptable but—expected? Physical pain for misbehaving, or whatever Mathias wanted to call it. Defiance, stupidity, he had many names for their actions prior. This seemed stupid, though. Writing over and over rules, commandments he made them swear to never break. The same thing over and over, until they could no longer move their fingers.
I will not run.
Their hand was shaking worse with each letter. There was once a time where they wished they were ambidextrous, so they would be able to take most of the stress off the single hand, but their left hand seemed so much worse. They were barely able to twitch the fingers, though they didn’t like to think much about it, they prayed the damage was temporary.
I will not run.
God, how many more? Their eyes stung with exhaustion and pained tears, the words drifting free of the college bound rule. The stopped caring about neatness. If Mathias didn’t care, they didn’t. The letters grew to overlap old lines, falling into a deep slant, but Kaden wasn’t really looking at the paper. They blinked hard, not willing to let this man see them cry. Not over something as stupid and simple as writing lines.
I will not run.
Their letters now were barely comprehensible, indistinguishable from the next. They weren’t sure they were even writing the right ones any more, they just wanted to get it over with. One more. One more line, and a break. Mathias had said so, and Kaden liked to think he wouldn’t break his word. He was a liar, but for now they would pretend as if he could only tell the truth. They knew that if they even thought there could be more, they wouldn’t be able to finish. They would drop the pencil and accept whatever consequences, because at least then they’d have a new pain to distract themself from their burning hand.
Four more words.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One-
Kaden let out a shallow breath, squeezing their eyes shut for a moment as they tried to bring the tears back to bay. They were okay, it was over for now. It was over for now and they were okay. They did what he asked, what he demanded, and they were okay. He hadn’t stopped them. They set the pencil down, exhaling a shaky breath as they slowly flexed their fingers.
“Good job, sweetheart,” the man whispered in their ear, sending a disgusted chill creeping down Kaden’s spine. They could feel his lips, just barely brushing against their skin, so close and so.. wrong. Their hands burned, and they wanted nothing more than to shove him away, to push to their feet and yell for him to fuck off, but they were smarter than that. Instead, they stayed dead still, barely daring to breathe as he trailed his hand down from their elbow to their palm.
His hands were against theirs, holding them, working away at the inflamed nerves with gentle, smooth circles. Kaden winced, and his touch became lighter, so soft and caring and wrong. His touch was sickening, his voice dripping with a sweet, condescending tone as he pressed even closer to them. Kaden felt trapped, trapped within the cage his arms and chest formed around them, within their own body. They squirmed, a low whine building in the back of their throat that they suppressed before any noise could release. He just shushed them, shaking his head in a quiet warning.
“Calm down, darling,” Mathias murmured, the strong scent of his cologne flooding Kaden’s senses as he carefully worked away at the pained muscles, from their aching wrist to the center of their palm, to each finger, easing away the tension until the pain faded from a sharp ache to dull throbbing.
Kaden hated how they began to settle into the touch after a few moments. The breath that had been building in their chest released, and their posture relaxed, which made Mathias smirk softly.
“You see, love, things can be so nice when you just do what your told..”
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I’m craving violence and defiance today hm
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I, L, and J for jotaro =3
Ah!! Thank you for the letters ❤️💗!! And for asking about my fav man too hngksksksjd
I - Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)
This is actually a rather interesting question because, well, Jotaro can be romantic... He's just very quiet about it. He doesn't exactly mean to surprise anyone, it's just he's so casual about it.
He notices a thing I like and takes a little note, takes in my reaction to scenes in movies I like, or what makes me go "Aw!" and thinks 'Oh, they like this! They look so happy,' and then he starts preparing, whether it's a nice dinner in (Jotaro is fantastic in the kitchen), buying me a shirt I looked at, having the TV set to my favourite channel/show when I sit down, trying new things together, learning a little bit about a series I like. He's thoughtful in bursts - acts of kindness I suppose. He just needs a way to plan it out/make sense of it, or else it confuses him to high heavens.
Jotaro definitely appreciates a good hug, cuddle or kiss - as long as it's in private. Although, he does have exceptions! PDA is a thing he has to be asked about, not have it suddenly sprung on him. This doesn't necessarily have to be verbal - even a gesture of getting a bit closer, but not quite touching, in a 'this okay?' body language is good. When I get a 'no thanks' it's not a problem, sometimes sensations are weird!
Oh but poor Taro is pretty fickle about hand-holding. He can handle a good couple of minutes, but then his hands get sweaty and he doesn't want to get my hands sticky and ick (me internally: I don't mind!! Bby please 😩). It's always a delight when he initiates though! A small squeeze as an 'I got you'.
While I've been writing this, I just keep coming back to the line that basically says Jotaro thinks his emotions are super obvious, and really that's been grounding my speculation. If he thinks he's being obvious when everybody doesn't notice, I imagine that when an action/facial expression of his is easily discerned by others, Jotaro sees it as him overreacting/exaggerating. I think that's what would stunt most PDA things, he's a little embarrassed and exposed.
J - Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)
Oh Jotaro can absolutely get jealous (be still my heart). When he feels neglected he hovers really close, looking a bit sour about it. He does the same thing when he thinks somebody is getting a bit too friendly. Unfortunately, I'm awful at discerning when people are being friendly or flirty, so Taro suffers a little bit. Something which I absolutely love is when he indulges in a bit of overt PDA to get a point across.
L - Love (When do they say I love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)
Taro says "I love you" when I really need it. Usually in the quiet aftermath of a horrible day when he wraps me up in his arms. Mumbles it in my hair, then clears his throat and says it again, this time clear and assertive.
There is an odd time or two, when he thinks I'm asleep, that he says he loves me. There's this overwhelming affection in his tone, with a bit of incredulity, as if it's the first time all over again.
Taro's more of an action guy though, so it's a real treat to hear him say "I love you" aloud.
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A/n:Working tonight so send me things to write on break.
Picked a lot of my favorite prompts. All credit goes to the blogs I will ge tagging when I’m more awake.
|| really want to write some Cowboy bebop / Inyuasha / Naruto things { I’m still obessing of my boy Shikamaru }
though I’ll take anything I normally write for
|tea prompts|
lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?
peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?
chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?
earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?
milk tea; what are their kisses like?
coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?
rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?
black tea; what do they look for in a person?
pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?
matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?
chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?
hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?
green tea; how do they comfort their s/o?
russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?
english breakfast tea; would they want a family?
rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?
|Seduction Starters|
( DOOR ) opening the door for mine to pass.
( STARE ) longingly staring at mine from across the room.
( WATCH ) watching mine while drinking their beverage.
( TOUCH ) “accidentally” briefly touching mine. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)
( HOLD ) holding mine’s hand.
( HAND ) kissing mine’s hand.
( GIFT ) giving mine a gift. (example: flowers, jewellery)
( FLOWER ) putting a flower in mine’s hair.
( LETTER ) sending mine a love letter.
( LOCK ) offering my muse a lock of their hair.
( LEAN ) leaning against mine’s side.
( FIX ) fixing or straightening my mine’s clothes.
( DANCE ) leaning in closer while they are slow dancing with mine.
( COMPLIMENT ) complimenting mine.
( STAR ) staring at mine instead of the stars while stargazing.
( PLAY ) playing with mine’s hair.
( BRUSH ) brushing mine’s hair.
( LIP ) biting or licking their lower lip.
( SING ) singing to mine.
( GRAZE ) grazing mine’s shoulders with their fingers.
( BECKON ) beckoning to follow them.
( SLIDE ) sliding down their hand down mine’s back.
( CHIN ) grabbing mine’s chin.
( SILENCE ) silencing mine’s by pressing their finger on mine’s lips.
( PUSH ) pushing against the wall. (example: rough or soft pushing against wall)
( SIT ) sitting on their lap.
( HIP ) pulling mine by the hips.
( FACE ) stroking mine’s face.
( HOVER ) hovering their lips over mine’s.
( NECK ) kissing mine’s neck.
( GRIP ) holding mine by the back of the neck.
( SURPRISE ) being found without an article of clothing (example: being found shirtless)
( SECRET ) arriving where they both agreed to
Send me a Character x reader along with a number and I will Write a Kiss
…1:good morning.
…2:goodnight.
…3:goodbye.
…4:where it hurts.
…5:where it doesn’t hurt.
…6:on a falling tear.
…7:to shut them up.
…8:in secrecy.
…9:in public.
…10:desperately.
…11:in joy.
…12:in grief.
…13:discreetly.
…14:casually.
…15:passionately.
…16:lazily.
…17:to distract.
…18;as encouragement.
…19:for luck.
…20:on a scar.
…21:on a place of insecurity.
…22:in a rush of adrenaline.
…23:in relief.
…24:in danger.
…25:as a ‘yes’.
…26:as an apology.
…27:as a suggestion.
…28:as a lie.
…29:as a promise.
…30:as comfort.
…31:after a small rejection.
…32:to wake up.
…33:forcefully.
…34:to pretend.
…35:to gain something.
…36:to give up control.
…37:without a motive.
…38:because they’re running out of time.
…39:because time’s run out.
…40:because the world is ending.
…41:because the world is saved.
…42:out of pride.
…43:out of greed.
…44:out of lust.
…45:out of anger.
…46:out of envy or jealousy.
…47:out of spite.
…48:out of habit.
…49:out of necessity.
…50:out of love.
|| Acts of Intimacy - Select from the following and send me a pairing ||
♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by the other
♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other's lap.
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: One character playing with the other's hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: One character adjusting the other's jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♥: Reacting to the other one crying about something
♦: Slow dancing.
|| Some height difference things for your OTP ||
The taller one sitting on the floor between the shorter one’s knees as the shorter one braids/plays with their hair.
The taller one using the shorter one as an arm rest and the shorter one complaining but secretly feeling honoured every time it happens.
The shorter one tackle-hugging the taller one when they come home from some sort of trip, hoping that they’ll both fall to the floor in a pile of limbs and cuddles/kisses, but unfortunately the shorter one isn’t strong/heavy enough and they both remain standing.
Bonus: to compensate, the taller one decides to pick the shorter one up.
The shorter one having to sprawl like half their body across the taller one whenever they ride the bus/train so as to give the taller one all the leg room.
Or, the shorter one sitting down and immediately noticing that their feet don’t touch the floor, becoming embarrassed by this, and then pretending that they’d rather just snuggle up super tight with the taller one.
Bonus: the taller one realises exactly what’s going on but says nothing. Or teases them endlessly about it, up to you.
The shorter one physically sitting in the taller one’s lap.
The TALLER one physically sitting in the shorter one’s lap and the shorter one practically dying but enjoying every second of it anyway.
The shorter one being light enough to literally sleep on top of the taller one in bed without either of them being uncomfortable.
The taller one standing behind the shorter one and putting their arms around their shoulders, then resting their chin on top of the shorter one’s head.
Bonus if they’re watching the stars/sunset/ocean together.
♡ SPICY ACTION PROMPTS ;
send a word for a starter ! add a ♡ to reverse the role ! or add a + for the action to be more harsh/aggressive, for those who are interested ! you’re welcome to specify body parts where it’s ambiguous. ! ( all prompts are within a spicy setting, either during sex, or leading up to it, etc. )
[ BEG ] ; the sender begs the receiver to touch them.
[ BEHIND ] ; the sender takes the receiver from behind.
[ BITE ] ; the sender bites the receiver somewhere on their body.
[ BONDAGE ] ; the sender ties the receiver up.
[ COLLAR ] ; the sender puts a collar on the receiver.
[ CUT ] ; the sender cuts the underwear off the receiver.
[ DENY ] ; the sender denies the receivers orgasm.
[ EAR ] ; the sender bites the receiver’s earlobe.
[ GAG ] ; the sender gags the receiver.
[ GROPE ] ; the sender gropes the receivers breasts or crotch.
[ HICKEY ] ; the sender gives the receiver a hickey somewhere on their body.
[ KITTEN ] ; the sender calls the receiver ‘kitten’.
[ KISS ] ; the sender kisses the receiver somewhere on their body. { specify the where on the body }
[ MASTURBATE ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating.
[ MORNING ] ; the sender wakes the receiver up with sex.
[ MOUTH ] ; the sender slides their fingers into the receivers mouth.
[ ORAL ] ; the sender performs oral on the receiver.
[ PET NAME ] ; the sender calls the receiver a cute pet name during sex.
[ PIN ] ; the sender pins the receiver against the wall.
[ PRAISE ] ; the sender praises the receiver.
[ PUBLIC ] ; the sender touches the receiver in public.
[ PULL ] ; the sender pulls the receivers hair.
[ PUPPY ] ; the sender calls the receiver ‘puppy’.
[ SCRATCH ] ; the sender scratches the receivers back.
[ SMACK ] ; the sender playfully smacks the receivers ass.
[ SOFA ] ; the sender hurriedly takes the receiver to the sofa.
[ SPANK ] ; the sender spanks the receiver.
[ SQUEEZE ] ; the sender squeezes a body part of the receiver. { specify the body part }
[ STRADDLE ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap.
[ TIE ] ; the sender ties the receivers hands together using an article of clothing.
[ TOY ] ; the sender uses a sex toy on the receiver.
SENSUAL BITING & LICKING PROMPTS
as always, feel free to switch around sender and receiver as needed.
1) for sender to lick receiver’s lips before kissing them.
2) for sender to bite receiver’s lip before kissing them.
3) for sender to lick receiver’s throat.
4) for sender to bite receiver’s throat.
5) for sender to lick up from receiver’s throat to their chin and then their lips.
6) for sender to lick right where receiver’s earlobe meets their jaw.
7) for sender to bite receiver’s earlobe.
8) for sender to put receiver’s fingers in their mouth, licking and sucking suggestively.
9) for sender to bite receiver’s inner wrist.
10) for sender to bite the side of receiver’s neck then lick the mark left behind.
11) for sender to bite the inside of receiver’s thigh and then lick the mark left behind.
12) for sender to lick the inside of receiver’s thigh to tease them.
13) for sender to bite and lick at receiver’s jaw.
14) for sender to teasingly lick receiver’s cheek.
15) for sender to lick receiver’s cheek in a possessive and lustful way.
16) for sender to lick and suck receiver’s nipples.
17) for sender to bite receiver’s nipple.
18) for sender to bite and then lick receiver’s nipples.
19) for sender to bite receiver’s chest/breasts and then lick the marks left behind.
20) for sender to bite receiver’s stomach and then lick the mark left behind.
21) for sender to leave several bite marks on receiver’s belly.
22) for sender to lick at receiver’s navel.
23) for sender to bite at receiver’s navel and then lick it.
24) for sender to bite along receiver’s hips.
25) for sender to lick from receiver’s hip to their navel.
26) for sender to lick between receiver’s breasts/pecs.
27) for sender to lick along one of receiver’s collarbones.
28) for sender to bite and lick at the edge of receiver’s ear.
29) for sender to lick along receiver’s spine.
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Married Sherlock x reader having a romantic day
It had been a while since you both had a day off.
Ever since Sherlock gained international recognition, he had no shortage of cases to keep him busy. You tried to help where you could- even quitting your job to act as his secretary- but even with the extra assistance, he was gone far more than you wanted him to be. Often times, he would get home after you’d knocked out and rise only a few hours later, making those small moments of intimacy you so loved a rare occurrence. Even on the days he was home, you’d wander blearily into the living room to find Sherlock already in his customary immaculate suit, engrossed in that day’s activity of choice. Due to this, you’d gotten used to waking up to an empty bed- which is why you were surprised to open your eyes this morning and find your husband, sound asleep, using you as a body pillow.
Reaching your arm out tentatively, you grab your mobile off the nightstand and awkwardly crick your neck to read the screen. The white letters flash 1145- Sherlock? Sleeping in?. The thought of him being ill briefly crosses your mind and you lightly rest the back of your hand on his forehead, but there is no fever and his breathing is even, so that possibility is quickly discarded.
You’re split in between starting your tasks for the day and staying in bed with him. On the one hand, you could straighten out the flat, get a light breakfast together, and ready yourself for whenever he wakes. On the other, moments like this are increasingly rare, and you find yourself wanting to savour his presence.
In the end, he makes the decision for you. While you’d initially resolved on being productive, the second you started moving, his decievingly strong arms tighten around your waist and drag you right back into him. A few, ineffective attempts at escape later, you resign yourself to your position and attempt to return to sleep, breathing slowly becoming in tune with Sherlock’s.
You hadn’t realised how much you’d missed the feeling of his arms wrapped firmly around you. Absentmindedly, you thread your fingers through his thick, curly hair, gently massaging his scalp, and you can’t help but think about how different things are from when you first met. You’ve been married just over a year now, and with John now recently gone with his own spouse, the relationship between Sherlock and you has deepened and matured in ways you hadn’t expected.
The rumble of a familiar baritone interrupts your train of thought. While you’re not sure, you think the slurred words are “Morning, love.”
“What time did you go to sleep?”
An ineffectual attempt at hiding a yawn is made. You give him a mock- stern look, which almost immediately dissolves into laughter. Despite himself, he smiles, and leans in to kiss you.
When you pull away, that steely gaze everyone associates with him is replaced by a soft, warm look that sends a familiar feeling through your chest.
“I love you.”
In response, the hand you’d left cupping his jaw is kissed, his stubble lightly tickling your palm. You laugh again. “Go take a shower before you morph into a hedgehog. I’ll get a pot of tea going for us.”
By the time you get out of bed, into the kitchen, fill the kettle, and switch it on, your overly efficient husband comes striding into the room, still towelling his mop of curls. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him rummage through the pockets of his dressing gown before he pulls out a small package and flicks it across the table.
“Saw this while I was out last night. Thought you might like it.”
Knowing him, this could either be anything from a bone fragment to a piece of jewellery, so you approach cautiously. Gingerly unwrapping the paper and lifting the cover reveals a pair of tickets to the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra- dated tonight- and you remember briefly mentioning to Sherlock a few days prior that you wanted to see them play.
He’s got a self satisfied smile on his face, and in that moment, morning light catching his features, dressing gown half open at the chest and his frame lazily draped over the armchair, you swear you’ve never loved him more.
“There’s a dress for you in the wardrobe. A car will pick us up in a few hours- I suggest you start getting ready now.”
Somehow you manage to curb your excitement enough to focus on your preparations, and soon enough, Sherlock is knocking on the bathroom door to warn you of time’s passing.
When you open the door, you’re greeted by the vision of your husband in an immaculate tuxedo, perfectly fitted to his form. It is evident that he is just as entranced by you as you are by him, and he pulls you in for a gentle but passionate kiss, strong hands tightening their grip on your waist.
“My beautiful wife” he murmurs into your ear. “I don’t believe in luck, but for you to exist and be mine provides some room for disputing my own beliefs.”
You roll your eyes despite your smile. “Ever the romantic, my love.”
His assuredly witty retort gets cut short by a knock downstairs, and he produces a coat out of nowhere and drapes it over your shoulders before ushering you downstairs.
Arriving at the opera house, the elites of London’s society that Mycroft has introduced to you perform their polite greetings before Sherlock whisks you off to claim your seats. The lights dim, soft strains of music float out into the auditorium, and the evening fades into a that only dispells once you’re standing at the doorway of 221B.
Breathing in the frigid night air, you lean into your husband. “That was truly incredible, my love. Thank you- for everything.”
From above you, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You are worth it all, y/n” he murmurs into your hair.
Once in your flat, he moves quickly towards the kitchen while you remove your wraps. It doesn’t take him long to reappear by your side and hand you a glass of wine, and even though you were certain you ran out a few days ago, it is your favourite kind.
Firelight dances over the floor where you two sit now, reminiscing about the evening and enjoying each other’s company. At some point, Sherlock begins trying to recreate the pieces he heard on his own violin, and you move to the kitchen to refill your wine glass, humming to yourself and allowing the sounds of your husband’s melodic playing to relax you even further.
You’re so relaxed that you don’t even notice when the playing stops and when he comes up behind you. He pulls you in closer by your hips, rests his chin on your shoulder, swaying with you to unheard music.
It’s impossible to not pull back slightly, just enough to lean in and kiss him; lips soft, taste of wine lingering on them. In years to come you will revisit this night as one of the best times of your life, and it is hard to not wonder if your husband was aware of just how crucial that moment would be to surviving the stress of what was to come. But, for now, you are simply two people in love dancing in the living room, and there is no place you would rather be.
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⟬ @zorkaya / mammon’s birthday 9 • 10 ⟭
She has been preparing for his birthday for a long time, but today is finally the day. Zarina made sure to not let Mammon be alone this time, not surprising him for his birthday anymore as she heard from Asmodeus how her special one acted without her. Instead, she remains in bed with him on this fine morning with a present already in her backpack that she brought with her yesterday evening. As she lays awake, watching his sleeping face while on her right side with her hand propped up to support her head, Sokolova smiles softly at the sight before her.
The demon’s sleeping face looked all too cute for someone who could kill her easily, but she was happy to know they had a bond that won’t be cut by the blade of immortality. Instead of buying something for him this time, Zarina’s gift was simpler yet more... personal. She knows the message behind immortality, a sight of never-ending youth and life that won’t end, but she is human. A personally created photo album, a book filled with pictures of them, letters hidden behind every photo - handwritten, having a part of her emotions. They were hidden behind each photo, so he could take hours to read all of them. It took almost a year to finish it with a beautiful photo album, with a raven on the front with his name written in bright golden and Zarina’s name in the corner to show whose gift it was from. She was proud that she infused the letter with magic; Mammon could hear her voice speaking to him, reading these small letters. But none of that now as she gently pokes his cheek with her prettily manicured finger, knowing full well today was all about him and she would dedicate it to him without question.
As she turned around to take the album out of her backpack right next to his bed, Zarina placed it on the bedside table to give it to him immediately. “ Mammon. Wake up. How can I wish you a happy birthday if you’ll be sleeping the whole time? ” There is playfulness and lightheartedness in her voice as she whispers it to him, trying to gently coax him out of his sleepiness. And when his eyes open? He sees her smiling at him with adoration and love, golden eyes shining brightly as she chuckles softly. “ Good morning, love. Happy birthday. ” She kisses his forehead, waiting for him to wake up more to place a kiss on his lips and give him his gift.
The poke to his cheek did what it was meant to. From his wonderful sleep — from his wonderfully fantastic, totally unrealistic dream of riches and fame — Mammon was gradually roused. The second-born shifted under his covers, peaceful and boyish expression twisting as he stretched himself out as far as his physical form could go. Legs pushed out and toes curling, arms over his head and knuckles skimming his headboard, back arching away from the bed. He made a show of it, the covers slipping away to reveal a bare chest and the waistband of his sweatpants.
“Could’a wished me a happy birthday while I was asleep. Ain’t no one here t’stop ya.” He grumbled as he rolled over to face her, eyes still shut. One hand set wedged under his mass of pillows, the other blindly groped around for the edge of his sheet. Instead, he found her. His hand twitched, then grew warm as he smoothed his palm along the shape of her hip and up towards her waist.
Mammon wanted to keep his eyes shut and hope that it would encourage another hour of sleep, but the need to be close rolled over him so suddenly that the idea of sleep seemed like a waste of time. Slowly, he peeled them open, eyes finding her in a bleary haze.
“G’morning. . .”
The first time he’d woken up with her in his bed at sent him into a panic. He had wondered then if he was truly worthy of having her there, if he was mad for thinking he had a chance. They had done nothing intimate, though many would argue that simply sleeping in the same bed after a cuddle session was its own form of intimacy. But even then, he doubted. She was too classy, too strong, too fully aware of herself to have ever fallen for a demon like him.
He had almost tossed her out of his bed that day, and he found himself glad that he hadn’t. Traces of doubt still lingered, but seeing her beside him didn’t make him feel the way it once had. What he felt now was softer, cozier, more like home. It upset him more to find her side of the bed empty, because she absolutely had a side now. This wasn’t just his bed anymore, wasn’t just his room.
And this wasn’t just his birthday. He would treat it as such around his brothers just to annoy them, but here in the room they shared, it was about her too.
“I want ya here for all’a my birthdays.” Mammon wiggled in closer and let a shiver travel from his head to his toes when she kissed his forehead. He sighed and hummed, nestling himself against her.
Give it a minute, and he will have trapped her with his arms and legs.
Give it ten minutes, and he’ll be a wreck the moment he’s given her gift.
Give it a thousand years, and he’ll look back on on those letters, those pictures and her words and he won’t have lost a speck of that love.
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These thoughts get scary and sometimes I only ever feel understood on the page, on a page filled with words and letters and dots and drawings and doodles. Why would someone want to ruin that for me? Hoping the weather is nicer tomorrow, I enjoy the rain but the aftermath is always a mess, the water rushing down the street drains into the sewers, flooding the teenage mutant ninja turtles hideout. It's like you hang me up to dry, know you've probably heard this a thousand times. That's the problem being that guy though, that guy that they know and they know and you know and it just never works out the same. Thinking about the things my friends say. Interested and intrigued about the possibilities of things, did you cast a spell on me ? I knew it, I KNEW IT ! It was that chapstick wasn't it, I knew it, something was different about that night. I don't know if you do that often, you've never done it since. I think it's because you realized it doesn't make you feel better, or at least how you thought it would've. I don't know, you ruined the intimacy of that moment afterwards.
They always want to fix you they always see something wrong or something intriguing or different and they take it as a quirk or something to work through and maybe it is but other times it feels like an experiment, like how far can this infatuation be lead on and thought of, played with until it is time to actually get serious. Then you have to think about getting serious about getting committed and evening everything out, a relationship you always have to think about how your actions could affect the other person and I was never good at that because usually I never think about how my actions could affect myself most of the time.
Just upset I guess, just worried, just curious, just moving at a continuous pace with no thought of stopping or slowing down, maybe even speeding up. I want to hurl myself at a wall, down the stairs, down a small hill or a cliff face. It was windy today, and raining as I mentioned. The wind howled like it usually does. I don't know why I am trying to be descriptive about the day I've lived for the past couple of months more or less. Just with a varied amount of hurt or anguish, annoyance or gratitude. In need of more things to do in person, more things to hold on to and continue to practice. More things besides things that trap and bog me down into nothing. Like that guy Gym. Just ideas though nothing really more, like they'd ever be acted on, sure I have a lot of hobbies, know about a lot of different things, do a lot of different activities and am invested in many different ideas but that's all it ever gets to be huh. Crazy how it works out. Taught you about the absurd last night, it's like a curse being passed down over and over, wonder how Rees sees it though. I love hearing you say "oh how absurd."
SEE I CAUGHT MYSELF THERE. I SHOULD REALLY STOP BECAUSE THE LAST TIME I BEGAN DOING THIS I REGRETTED IT A COUPLE WEEKS AFTER AND I HATE THIS FEELING NOW, LIKE I NEVER KNOW WHAT I CAN BE ABLE TO ENJOY WITH NO REPERCUSSIONS. THE TRANSPARENCY DOESN'T WORK ON YOU ANYMORE AND YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOD BUT SO BAD AFTERWARDS. I HAVE GOT TO GET MORE OF YOU AND I HAVEN'T.
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happy birthday diavolo !! // @pcrdiseseekers
having the same ritual of a surprise party didn't suit pride well, especially for someone important on their birthday. he did favor in trying to make things different so an idea popped in the eldest's head. a small letter was left on the royal prince's desk that asked him to arrive in the outskirts of devildom. the signature marking may have left it anonymous though the mark alone proved it belonged to his right-hand man. when the demon arrived, he already prepared a blanket down with a decorated setting for the two as well as some demonus. he figured of escorting the prince away from everything just for them to spend time alone. within the demon's hand was a small box, containing a ring for his lord to wear with a ruby coloring. "this seems quite simplistic but i figured the best gift i could grant you is my company alone. we won't be disturbed by anything and...i wanted to surprise you. happy birthday, diavolo." the eldest approached him to grant a soft kiss to the other's cheek before guiding him down to sit on the blanket. "your gift is myself for the day to do as you please." (lucifer @ diavolo)
THE FESTIVITIES IN HIS kingdom were bustling as always. it was a day to celebrate him, but it was also a day for them to enjoy with the holiday before the angel’s had theirs shortly after. of course everyone was enjoying themselves and going hard on the treats and drinks tonight. like usual, diavolo always waited from his castle or the school, fulfilling his duties and making sure everything went smoothly the busier the days became. however, he couldn’t deny his right-hand when he left a small note on his desk. it would have been rude to have lucifer waiting, wouldn’t it?
approaching the location that had been left behind, he found the fallen angel standing by a neatly set blanket and a basket holding a shared favorite of demonus. champagne-colored eyes blinked, slightly taken aback by the simplistic set up. diavolo wasn’t complaining . . . any sort of affection shown to him on his birthday made the prince happy. he could never get over that little fluffy feeling in his chest, or how his heart pitter-pattered. it didn’t matter if he lost track of his own age, or if it weren’t for the fact the whole kingdom excitedly celebrated their prince he would have forgotten that even today was his birthday. these little acts always made him remember why he was grateful to be born - and that perhaps his deceased mother would have always wanted that for her son: to be happy celebrating his day.
a fanged grin spread on diavolo’s lips and he laughed. ‘ that is a rather bold choice of a gift for me. ’ he warned as he eased into the soft kiss to his cheek. diavolo allowed lucifer to guide him to the shared blanket and he was sitting with his legs crossed. despite he had pointed to the box, the prince was already taking the small velvet-wrapped gift from lucifer’s hands. ‘ this is for me, yes? ’ he asked with a small hum. flipping open the box, he withheld the ring within. it was a simple design, nothing too ornate like the prince was always decorated in, even his piercings were an attraction.
a small rosiness grew on tanned cheeks while he grinned again. he was delicately taking the ring from its casing and sliding it onto his ring finger. it was almost like a proposal, those ones he always heard about in lovesick movies and books. long fingers flexed and digits wiggled slightly to allow the warm ruby to glimmer in the starry-lit sky of his home.
‘ i love it. ’ had he meant simply the ring? or the fact that lucifer offered to spend this night solely with him only? who would ever know, but diavolo did love it. this closeness, the slight intimacy that had his heart pounding in a way it never had before.
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