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makeyoumine69 · 1 year

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Love ur writing it always makes me so happy when you post

For the celebration can you do breeding, belly bulge, and loss of innocence/virginity please 🥵🥵

Obsession

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: When your father told you that you were going to marry the son of his biggest business partner, named Patrick Bateman, you didn't believe him at first, but eventually you had to face reality and accept your destiny.

◥ WARNINGS: Smut, hurt /comfort, forced marriage, forced pregnancy (kinda), loss of virginity, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, nipple play/tit sucking, teasing, vaginal sex, creampie, belly bulge, Breeding kink, Praise kink, Innocent kink, Size kink, sweet dirty talk, multiple orgasms, humiliation, manipulation, pet names, horny hubby!Patrick Bateman himself.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 4.1k

◥ SONG REC: Mariah Carey - Obsessed🖤

◥ A/N: Finally, I managed to finish this prompt. I really enjoyed writing it, thank you so much for this request, I hope you like it!

◥ LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [BWC MASTERLIST].

You were so scared and lost that you couldn't really believe it was happening - you wished that marrying Patrick Bateman was just a dream... but it wasn't. It all felt so real when after the super luxurious wedding, you rode in his limo to the Plaza Hotel for your first night together. Because the whole situation between the two of you was so rushed, you didn't even have time to get to know each other better, your father was too impatient and he wanted this marriage to happen as soon as possible. However, you remembered Patrick since you were children and all the girls around were always so charmed by him, even when he was just a little cheeky boy.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Patrick suddenly asked, placing his large palm on your knee.

With a sharp gasp, you shrugged from his unexpected touch and turned to face him, holding for a moment to admire his beautiful, brown eyes.

“Nothing.” You replied, breaking eye contact with him once you noticed you were staring at him for too long.

You heard him letting out a tired sigh, and then Bateman tried to cuddle with you a bit, wrapping his arm around your slightly shaking shoulders. “I know that everything seems to be a bit messy but…”

"It doesn't seem like it, but it really is," you looked at him again, his face so close to yours that you had to hold your breath. "Literally…everything."

"Baby, please. Don't interrupt me, okay?" Patrick tried his best to be patient and polite, but you could feel his hand tightening on your back with each passing moment. "Things are really messed up, but I want to assure you – if you can be a good wife, I'll be a great husband to you. That sounds like a good deal, doesn't it?"

Shivering from being so close to him, you almost writhed in your seat when you felt his searing lips brushing behind your ear as he murmured something soft, something soothing, but you couldn't concentrate as the meaning of his words slipped away from you like a leaf in the wind.

“Pat-Patrick, actually … there’s one thing I didn’t tell you yet,” you mused nearly audible. “You know, I’ve never been close with anyone.”

“What do you mean?”

As soon as you opened your mouth to respond, the limo stopped and you both looked into the window to see the beautiful illumination of the Plaza.

“Oh thank God, we’re finally here … I really hate NY in this time of the day, because of these fucking traffic jams.”

Bateman’s rants still resound behind your back even when you got outside. Gently, he held your waist for support as you moved to the entrance to the grand hotel, your hand kept fixing the hem of your massive dress.

It was not surprising that Patrick chose a luxury presidential suite for you, with large rooms and high ceiling above. You couldn't hide your fascination and that made him smirk loftily whilst he was helping you to remove your half-coat. Little by little, you moved to what was supposed to be a living room and took a seat on the huge black leather couch, suppressing growing anxiety inside your chest.

“Do you like this place?” Patrick looked at you before letting out a short whistle, removing his jacket.

“Yes, it’s really nice.” Smiling timidly, you clutched at the skirt of your dress once you saw him coming closer.

“Uh, you always loved fancy things, darling,” he sat next to you, throwing his leg over another and placing his hand on the back of the couch, almost touching your shaky shoulders. “Well, nothing's too good for my wifey.”

His kiss on your lips was so sudden that it sent a million chills down your spine, causing your lungs to cramp from the lack of oxygen. At first, you clawed frantically at his solid biceps as you felt his hot tongue slide against your mouth in a demanding manner. You jolted once you gave him what he wanted, because this kiss was nothing compared to the one you shared at the wedding - it was much more passionate, but still you couldn't relax.

“Pat-Patrick, please … wait,” you whispered as your voice shook, searching for his brown eyes which now were dark as a midnight sky. “You must know one very important thing.”

“What is it, my dear?”

"I'm..." you stuttered from the way he was staring at you, his hungry gaze literally eating you alive. "I'm a virgin, Patrick."

He frowned for a moment, then laughed uproariously before pulling up the hem of your dress, messing with its countless layers. "You can't be serious."

His reaction really embarrassed you, so you just pushed his big palm away and got up, leaving him on the couch with a disappointed grimace on his face.

"Hey! Where are you going?" He asked annoyingly, his golden Rolex wiggling on his wrist as he raised his hands in confusion.

"I want to get off this dress and change into something else," you complained, trying to reach the ties at the back of your dress to undo them. "I hate it!"

It was as if he hadn't even noticed your ranting when he rejoined you: "And what about that guy from college who was hovering around you like a fucking shark? Poor guy missed his chance to get a bite of a delicious pie like you?"

Gritting your teeth, you shrugged at the unpleasant sensation and shouted: "Don't you dare talk about him like that!"

He chuckled again, in his natural haughty way. "He was always a loser, and I always knew you would be mine."

You were almost done with the ties, but as soon as you heard his last words, you froze, feeling something snap in your mind. "What did you just say?"

Bateman's grin grew even wider as you turned to face him, with an unhidden dread in your eyes. "I said I always get what I want..." He stood up and walked over to the large coffee table near the couch, taking a glass and pouring some red liquid into it. "Wine?"

When you didn't answer, he took a sip of alcohol before continuing his malicious confession: "As you probably remember, my dear (Y/N), my father wanted me to marry," with every word he said, Patrick was slowly closing the distance between the two of you. "And he also wanted me to have an heir. The American dream family, that really works best for a good social reputation".

He paused, standing almost face to face with you, you could feel his expensive perfume enveloping you like a mist. “And?”

Your curiosity made him sneer with delight, so he cupped your cheek and looked down at you, murmuring softly as if trying to lull you into a fake sense of comfort. "And then there was a business meeting with your father where I remembered you as the ideal candidate to be my wife," he smiled almost lovingly, stroking your cheekbone and placing a tender kiss on your temple. "Too bad you couldn't see the look on your father's face when we talked about it, he was as happy as if he'd won a fucking billion dollars."

Stifling the immense pain in your heart, you closed your eyes and almost fell into his embrace from the feeling of being so miserable in this selfish world. His words only proved your thoughts about being just a figure in another chase game of your dad, and according to what Bateman just told you - your father won a jackpot by forcing you to marry the son of his biggest business partner.

“But to be fair, I didn’t expect to be that lucky …” he murmured before pulling you closer, his hands traveling around your lower back. “… to get such an innocent flower.”

When Patrick kissed you on lips again, you didn’t even struggle as the dark void inside your soul was consuming all of your thoughts and feelings, leaving you completely empty. With no rush, Bateman was undoing the rest of the ties on your dress as if he was unwrapping his most desirable gift. Your throat shivered in a choked gasp, as your body was traitorously responding to each touch he made, especially when his large palms ran across your boobs to give them a slight squash.

"Baby, you don't have to be afraid of me." His suddenly charming voice sounded like honey, so sweet and stringy.

"I'm not afraid," you stared up at him, catching his hands that were now caressing your thighs. "I'm so... so fucking disappointed."

"It's understandable."

"But not for you," you scowled a bit, biting your lip to keep the salty tears from welling up in your eyes. "I'm just a toy for you... just like for my beloved father."

Suddenly Patrick's eyebrows knitted, making him look a little frustrated. "No, you're not."

"Enough lies," you wanted to push him away, but he only held you tightly, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. "This is all so fake!"

"Maybe everything around us is fake, but we are not..." he gently traced a finger along your cheek, moving down to outline your trembling lips. "We're real, and when I said I'd take care of you, it wasn't a lie."

The way he looked at you was literally captivating, it caught you off guard and you couldn't help but breathe out sharply as his plump lips nestled against the sensitive spot on your neck.

"Pat... Patrick," your hands clung to his shoulders as you desperately searched for protection, and your inner nature told you that he could do it - his strong arms were like a shield between you and the whole world. "I really want to make it work, but..."

Bateman didn't allow you to finish, pressing his thumb against your mouth and then lifting you up as if you weighed nothing as he walked into the big, fashionable bedroom. Shaking slightly, you closed your eyes from the sense of unreality that clouded your mind like the strongest alcohol.

Did he just say he was going to take care of you?

The man you had always known as a total egoist, who loved no one but himself, now covered your small frame from above as he laid you on the king-size bed, planting little kisses on your cheek before settling on his knees, undoing his tie and unbuttoning his white shirt.

"You look gorgeous, (Y/N)," he mused, taking your leg to peck at your ankle, causing your back to arch at his unexpected tenderness. "As you always do."

Cautiously, Patrick slid down your luxury wedding dress, exposing your bare skin that was not hidden under your beautiful white lingerie - just a glimpse of it made him swallow hard, and when you gave him your most innocent look, he licked his lips briefly as his nostrils began to turn red.

Panting barely audibly, Bateman stood on the floor to remove his clothes, not wasting a moment to admire your embarrassed face, the more naked he became, the more noticeably you began to fidget.

"Come here, darling." He purred like a cat and beckoned you over to sit on the edge of the bed.

There was something sweet about him, as all the girls always said when they saw him, which was probably the reason why you couldn't resist him as you obeyed and knelt beside him, waiting for his next move.

“Babydoll,” he stroked your cheekbone, and you closed your eyes again from the blissful sensation of his warm palm. “Tonight, I’m gonna guide you into the world of pure pleasure … ”

You shuddered at his promise as your insides tightened like a spring - that strange sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You'll never be the same after this, sweetheart." Bateman crooned, wrapping his hand around your neck, not to hurt you, but to make you feel his unspoken dominance.

“A-ahh,” your low moan caressed his ears and that was one of the most delighted things he ever heard. “What do you want me to do?”

Your hasty question impelled him to humm in absolute adoration, as Patrick drew near your mouth to kiss you hungirly, never in your life someone was kissing you like that, sucking on your lips one by one and biting them a bit, making you literally melt in his strong arms.

"Be yourself, (Y/N)," he whispered into your ear, hugging your shoulders before pushing on them determinedly, and now you were sprawled on the bed beneath him. "You're incredible just the way you are."

Trembling, you wanted to scream as his words worshiped your broken soul, even if he was only doing it to befuddle you and get what he wanted - in that moment, you didn't care as the strange, burning desire grew from the inside, corrupting your innocent mind by the second.

Delicately, Bateman darted his soft fingers against your belly, sliding them up to your heavy breasts, teasing your nipples with light strokes, you gasped from that contact, creasing the blanket and spreading your legs that allowed him to rest himself more comfortably.

“Good girl,” he praised you and pulled down the straps of your lingerie to expose your extremely hard peaks. “Mmm … my sweet, little girl.” He gave one of them a few licks, before he took it into his hot mouth, sucking it with pure delight.

“A-aww, Gosh … ” You wailed and enfolded your arms around his head, not even realizing you were pressing him closer.

Patrick exhaled a muffled groan and switched to your other nipple, swirling his wet tongue around it so deliciously that the tight knot in your lower abdomen was begging to be released.

“Patrick! P-Patrick please!”

“Mmm, honey, you have amazing tits,” he huffed and trapped your swollen tip between his sharp, white teeth, forcing you to freeze in silent moan of pleasure. Seizing the moment, he sneaked his long fingers between your legs to grope your taut lower lips. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet and we have only just started.”

Breathing heavily, you look up at him from under your lashes with your dazed eyes, feeling his soft finger pads slide up and down your feverish pussy. Bateman stared back at you, smirking in his arrogant way, especially when you jerked beneath him as he slipped a thumb inside your panties and pressed it against your sensitive nub.

"No one's ever touched you like this before?" Patrick asked, rubbing your clit steadily, forcing you to bend your legs into knees to give him more space to play with.

You tossed the pillows around to cover your face and just nodded, feeling his ministrations becoming more and more insistent, you didn't know how long you could stand it.

"Mmm, does that feel good, baby?" He watched you from above, admiring the view of your trembling body as his fingers slid over your cunt like clockwork, making obscene, sleek noises.

"A-arrh, yes ... mmm ... so good."

To be fair, Bateaman knew what you were going to say before you answered, because he was absolutely confident in his sex skills, and you would remember this night for a long time.

First, he left a light kiss on your side, passing your rib bones as he descended to your mound, leaving a wet trail of hickeys. Fondly, Patrick opened your hips wide apart, and he had to hold them securely as he pushed your underwear aside. You winced because you knew what he was going to do, and when he finally latched his plump lips against your blushing clit, you didn't know whether to stop him or explode right here - his skilled tongue left you with no choice.

"Mm-mmhm, ohhh God, I can't... I can't, Patrick! It's too much," you writhed on the bed, the tension in your womb too intense for you to bear. "P-Please ... ah, please ..."

Uncertain of what you were pleading for, you let him strap your legs over his broad shoulders as he lapped at your cunt without stopping, sucking your burning flesh and consuming your sweet juices like his favourite dessert. You were so fucking close to combustion when a sudden sharp pain ripped through your body, causing you to shriek in agony.

"Shh, it's all right ... I need to prep you, (Y/N)," he smooched the inside of your hip, slowly pushing his thin fingers into your spasming cleft. "Hang in there, baby. Will you do it for me?"

His voice was so soothing, so convincing. As you wiped away your tears, you saw him offer you a hand and you took it, letting your fingers intertwine. Patrick interpreted this gesture as a 'yes' and the next moment his lips found their way back to your clit, flicking it with his warm tongue and sparingly pumping your pussy with his expert fingers.

As much as he attempted to be gentle, it was still painful as he plunged deeper with each passing second. "Mmm, I..." you stammered as you felt him add another finger. "I'm scared, Patrick."

"Don't be," Bateman mused after tugging on your little tip with a squelch, slowly twisting his digits and looking at you from between your legs. "As long as you're a good girl for me, you've got nothing to worry about."

Swallowing hard, you closed your eyes from the stinging sensation of your shimmering tears. You knew there was no going back, you belonged to this man now and he could do whatever he wanted with you. Still, you tried to believe him, it might be naive and stupid, but... you just couldn't deny your sympathy towards him, especially when he treated you so kindly and lovingly.

Maybe one day you would regret it, but for now all you could do was whimper loudly and writhe on the king-size bed in the most expensive suite at the Plaza Hotel as your lawful husband was about to make you his, now and forever.

After a while, your taut body couldn't take any more of the crazy mix of pain and ecstasy that was intoxicating your mind - you orgasmed so vividly that you were afraid you were going to pass out from the feeling of your inner walls pulsating again and again.

"Yes ... just like that, honey," Patrick murmured, his fingers still pounding into your spasming cunt, prolonging your climax and it seemed you were about to cum again. "Ahhh, baby, you make me so proud."

"Patrick..." your chest rose and fell so abruptly that your face burned from the heat, as if someone had poured hot tea on you. "Mmm..."

You only managed to squeak out as Bateman suddenly rolled you over, forcing you to stay on your knees as he sat behind you. Shit, he was so huge, you felt so tiny in his arms, especially when he wrapped them around you to plant a sloppy kiss on your neck, he could feel the artery beating so fast.

"You'll like it, believe me," he chuckled softly before pushing down on your back to bend you over. "It will hurt, I admit, but not for too long."

At the very last moment, a creeping fear took over your mind and even after several orgasms he had worked you up, you couldn't relax, knowing the pain to come. Nervously, you bent down to rest your head on your crossed elbows, his hot flesh poking at your tight little hole. God, he was so big... you knew it from the time you danced close together at your wedding, your inner channel clenching around nothing in anticipation of what would happen next.

"(Y/N)," he called your name longingly, stroking his full length as he spread your wetness around his engorged head. "I've never wanted someone as badly as I want you now."

Bateman lowered himself to lick your neck, and then you screamed loudly as he began to thrust into you, gripping your hips tightly as you instinctively tried to slip away.

"Pat! Mmm, I'm so f-full, Goshhh," you tried your best to hold yourself back from crying, but the tearing sensation in your lower abdomen was too much to handle. "W-wait!"

"Almost there, darling," Patrick lied, as it was only the tip, but he didn't want to make the current situation any worse, so he decided to just keep going, ramming into you with more effort, grabbing you by the waist and almost digging his fingers into your delicate skin. "You're doing so well, mmmm ... F-fuck, you're so tight, baby."

Bateman really tried to control himself, but the way you embraced his thick cock was too blissful, it brought out his inner beast faster than he thought.

"Aaa-awww, so... so big, oh mmmm," your eyes rolled back in your head as he buried himself completely into your squeezed womb, your saliva dripping uncontrollably from your mouth. "Ah! It hurts..."

Without hesitation, Patrick leaned down to your neck and tongued your earlobe in order to soothe you a little, and when that didn't help, he cupped your face to bring you closer as his red-hot lips locked with yours. Passionately, he attacked your mouth, sucking and licking your tongue with a slurpy sound.

"You will give me a child, sweetheart," Bateman muttered in a demanding tone before forcing you to sit on your knees and covering you from behind. "A beautiful son..." he thrust deeper, holding you by the neck. "...or a daughter...or both."

The sounds of flesh meeting flesh mixed with the squelching your pussy made each time his beefy shaft moved in and out of your inner channel, relentlessly hitting your cervix with its tip.

"Yes, P-Patrick ... I'll do anything you ... want ... aaaww!" Your ability to speak diminished each time he rocked into your body, pressing you closer to his solid muscles as he settled more comfortably on his knees beside you.

"Of course, you will, baby girl."

Bateman was about to lose it at any moment from the way your tight hole was squeezing his dick, and your lascivious moans only encouraged him to fuck you harder and faster.

"Do you feel that love?" Patrick put his hand on your belly, impaling you relentlessly on his thick cock. "Can you feel my dick hitting your belly? Arrgh-fuck, you're so delicate and fragile ... I'm even afraid of breaking you."

After his brief confession, Bateman took your palm and placed it on your tummy, so you could sense the outline of his huge dick sliding inside you, and that sensation literally made you choke on air.

"I feel it ... Patrick, I f-feel it ... aaah," you threw your head back, resting it on his sturdy shoulder. "Patrick..."

You mumbled his name over and over as a saving mantra, your eyes now full of tears, and as if that was not enough, his hips began to slam into yours with increasing intensity. For a moment you found yourself fading away from the tremendous sensation of being so fucking full and abused that you couldn't even pronounce a world, only moaning wildly as you were fucking like animals, so ruthless and totally out of control.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna make you pregnant again and again, mm-my dear wifey," he suddenly lowered his palm down your mound to rub your oversensitive bud, smearing your slick all around your pubic area and causing your legs to tremble frantically. "Shit," he felt you clenching around his dick as you climaxed so abruptly from his rubbing circular movements. He watched you quiver in his arms, your mouth paralysed in a silent cry as he kissed your temple and contemplated: "I wanna see your belly swell with my child ... I bet you'll look so beautiful, ahh-fuck."

Growling, Patrick closed his eyes from the surging ecstasy that soon consumed him, causing his whole body to cramp and his thrusts to become absolutely raw but ragged. As he pumped his fertile seed into your pussy, he didn't stop ramming into you, holding you tightly in his muscular arms until he was spent to the last drop. The feeling of warm cum filling you from the inside was so overwhelming that you didn't have time to be afraid, as if it was destined to happen before you could even think.

‘Just be a good wifey for him,' kept nagging at the back of your mind, your tears falling on your sweaty body as your eyes were wide open, staring at that one spot on the ceiling above with bitter sorrow in your chest.

From now on, you would never belong to yourself again. Not ever.

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gasstationlady · 8 months

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GUTS | a lando norris social media au | pt. 1

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader, ex!drew starkey x reader

y/n l/n’s latest album is speculated to be about her ex. however, she already moved on.

note: fc is olivia rodrigo! i hope the quality of the photos are okay, everytime i saved my drafts on my phone they became blurry :(

disclaimer: no hate to drew!! i just needed a famous ex. also so sorry for any grammar mistakes or typos!!

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luveline · 9 months

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baby blurb of sirius looking after sick shy!reader pleaseeee. I miss him and my throat is killing me today :((

thank u for ur request! feel better soon<3 fem!reader

"Let me see," Sirius says.

You stare at him.

"Open up. I wanna see if you have ulcers."

"Sirius," you say, your voice shaking with the hoarseness that accompanies a bad throat intertwined with the nervousness of having someone so handsome this close to your face, "we both know I'm not going to let you look in my mouth."

"But you'd let me put my tongue in there?"

You flush with a heat that has nothing to do with your flu. "We all make mistakes."

Sirius smirks at you. It's a very charming expression on him, as is the quirk of a slender brow as he pulls his legs onto the bed and crosses them.

Elbows on his knees, face in his palms, he looks out of place on your white sheets. Black jeans, black t-shirt with a tasteful rip from shoulder to pec, black hair a glossy, messy siren call, and all his dull black piercings. He has a stray wave splayed against his cheek that you want to push behind his ear. His stubble would scratch your thumb.

"If that's how you feel," he murmurs, though he makes no effort to move.

"Do you think I'll be ill forever?" you ask.

"Likely. Don't worry, gorgeous. I'll take care of you forever."

You bite your tongue where it's pushed against the inside of your bottom lip, your eyes softening at his promise. He's joking, sure, but he leans forward to rub your knee and inner thigh, startling you despite the layers of blankets between your bare skin and his.

His head remains in his palm, propped up casually, so your shock swiftly fades. This is just Sirius being Sirius.

"What will I do with you?" he asks sympathetically.

"Not much."

He scratches a hand through his hair. "Now, why are you talking about my girl like that? Being poorly is no excuse."

You're laying back in a mountain of Sirius-sanctioned pillows and cushions, Sirius to your left, a box of things he'd brought for you to your right. The necessities: super soft aloe vera tissues, decongestants, paracetamol and ibuprofen (an ultimate combination). The treats: new fluffy socks, chocolates you can't yet eat, a blanket one thousand times softer than the tissues, and a teddy bear that 'looks like you', apparently.

"You're probably too good to me," you say softly.

"Or I'm the right amount." Sirius straightens, groans, and drops into the cushions beside you. "You're very, very lovely, even when you're as sick as a dog. I think you should know that," he says, his tone ringing with a sincerity that makes your eyes ache worse than they already do. "And you're like, insane levels of gorgeous. I'm not kidding when I say–"

He pauses as you raise your hand. You settle it sluggishly over his pretty mouth, feeling it curl upward. "Sh," you say, too tired to fluster at his praises.

"You're beautiful," he says quietly into your hand.

Sirius' fingertips trace the slopes of your body. Not sexual but inherently intimate, he draws a path from the fat of your upper thigh to your ribs where your blankets end. He pulls them higher.

"You really won't let me look at your throat?" he asks.

"No, but… maybe you can make us a cup of tea?" you suggest shyly.

Sirius leans forward, pressing a short, firm kiss to your chapped lips. "For you? A-ny-thing." Two more quick kisses. "Don't go anywhere."

Sirius is jogging down the stairs by the time you find the energy to call, albeit weakly, "I can't stand up!"

"I was joking! Christ, it's worse than I thought. I havta get you to a doctor."

That time, you catch the sarcasm.

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leviathans-watching · 11 months

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Haluuuu I was waiting for this day!! I was about to request something from you but it was close😭 so now that it's open please hear me outt🥰🥰

Can I request a Headcanon fluff with the obey me boys or side characters reaction to their MC and kid having a sweet moment?

You can do it whenever you want I'm willing to wait!💜 Honestly your one of ny fav writers in this app! Your so good I hope you continue this with Passion 💜💜💜

you and your kid

includes: the brother x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: omggg i have such bad baby fever rn and this made it worse,,, and it was so hard giving some of them sons they're all such girl dads imo

please rb <33

➳ lucifer watches you hold the spoon near your daughter’s mouth, cooing at her as she takes a bite of the human-world mashed goop. disgusting as the food looks, you and your daughter look quite the opposite, and he can’t help but smile as you gently wipe at her mouth. a fruitless endeavor, to be sure, as your guys’ daughter is one messy eater, but the care and love in your actions warms him all the same. how did he get so lucky to enjoy these moments? surely mundane seeming to some, but to him, they mean the world.

➳ mammon shuts the car door, stretching. man, it is good to be home! but seeing you open the front door, welcoming him in with his daughter on your hip is much better. you wave with a smile, and upon seeing him, your daughter starts to squirm, masking grabby hands in his direction. booking it up to you, mammon takes your daughter, pressing a big kiss on her forehead, then leans in to kiss you. “i missed you,” he says. “both of you.” your daughter squeals happily, tugging on his hair, and mammon lets her, basking in both of your presences.

➳ levi steps outside, on the hunt for you and your son. you’d both disappeared and once checking the house he knew you must be in the yard. the sound of a plastic bat hitting a ball tells him he’s right, and he makes his way around the corner. “how goes it?” he calls, and you look up. you’ve been teaching your son how to play whiffle ball, as he’d expressed interest in joining the neighborhood t-ball team, something levi was content to leave in your hands. as he speaks, your son winds up for another swing, sending the ball bouncing across the grass. you cheer and clap and levi can’t help but cheer too.

➳ satan wakes up the the baby crying, rolling over and out of bed. you’re already up, trying to comfort her, and as he joins you, he hears you singing softly, a nonsense piece that you’ve no doubt made up on the spot. “how long have you been up?” he asks, taking your guys’ daughter from you and holding her close. “i can take it from here, love. go back to bed.” you ignore his words, wrapping your arms around his waist, and he huffs out a laugh. “fine, fine, i’ll take care of you both.”

➳ asmo blinks as he meets your eyes, not expecting to see some very, uh, artistic makeup covering your face. lipstick is smeared across your chin and bright blue glitter is across your cheeks, but as you grin up at him he can’t help but think you’re as attractive as always. “oh, is it makeover time?” he asks mildly. “she takes after me, i guess. an eye for beauty and all.” you laugh, and your daughter runs into the room, beaming proudly. “this was your work?” he asks, scooping her up into his arms. “amazing!” he says as you giggle, and continues to shower her with compliments.

➳ beel wakes up to his bed shaking and looks up to see his son crawling across it. you’re in the doorway, a tray in hands, and beel can smell that it’s breakfast. “good morning, kiddo,” he says sleepily, lifting the blanket so your son can snuggle in next to him. “breakfast in bed? i’m spoiled.” you smile, setting the tray down on the bedside table, and beel can see the misshapen pancake hearts that are no doubt the product of hard work. before you can leave, beel moves the covers again, and you sigh warmly, climbing back into bed as well, your son squished in the middle.

➳ belphie feels a small hand slip into his and looks down. it’s, of course, his daughter, who always insists on holding both of your hands whenever you walk somewhere. you laugh at the familiar action, and he gives you a quelling look. “are you excited to go the park?” he asks your daughter, and she nods excitedly, full of energy. he resigns himself to hours of swing-pushing and tag-playing but consoles himself with the fact that you’ll be there too, even if it is only to take videos while he’s forced to run around and play.

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This is part 3 of my fic that came out of nowhere lol! And finally I gave it a title 🥰

Protecting you

Phillip Graves/ Reader Soap/Reader

Warning! It's a smut with a plot! It has erotic scenes.

I apologize for any grammar mistakes, this is my first smut ever and I feel so shy to post it. Please don't judge me too much 🥺 I hope you will like it, even a little because I really put my heart into it 🥰

You're a Shadow and Graves wife. You have affair with Soap.

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You were spreaded beautifully on the bed, with your ass up, with Graves thrusting his cock into your dripping wet pussy. He was squeezing your arse with his hands also spanking you from time to time.

'That's my girl... that's my obiedient girl... Come on baby give it to me.' Graves was rubbing your clit with his finger, making a circles. His touch sent electricity through your body,making you arch your back. He used the moment and grabbed your tits with one hand and squeezed them. He stooped rubbing your clit with other hand and grabbed you by your throat, pulling you closer to him so your back touched his chest, and he gave you sloppy kiss. After a minute you get back to your position. Legs spread open and him continuing to pound into you.

Suddenly he pulled out his cock, making you moan in dissatisfaction. He lowered himself and parted your folds, licking your pussy.

'You're so sweet, I needed you in my mouth.' He said between sucking and licking. Graves began to stick his tongue in and out of your hole, imitating the movements of his cock.

'Damn, you're so wet...Fuck.. I can't have enough of you.' Graves groaned.

' I...I love it... it's so.. good..' You whined.

Then be a good girl now, and come for me. Make me happy. Graves put his cock with one strong thrust back into your cunny. Your face fell into the pillow while Graves continued to press himself into you. His movements were strong and fast. Just a second before you got your orgasm and pleasure took over, a word fell from your lips.

'John..ny..' Your moan was muffled by the pillow. You spasmed from intense feeling.

Graves pulled out his cock from you. Without finishing himself, he turned you around to look at him. Both of you were breathing hard.

'What did you just said?' He asked.

'Wha-at?' You were trying to catch your breath, a small trail of sweat was falling from your neck.

'Did you call me by other man's name?' Graves grabbed you by your wrists and squeezed them in his palms.

'N-no. What do you mean?'

'God damn, I swear if you don't tell me what you just said...' Graves had his face few inches from yours. His blue eyes looked like a sky on stormy night. He could literally shoot lightnings just by staring. That's how much angry he was. His blonde hair was messy, falling into his sweaty forehead.

'I said Comming...Because I come.' You answered looking straight into his eyes.

Graves pursed his lips, but he loosened his grip. You slaped away his hands and got up to sitting position.

' What's wrong with you Phillip? '

'If you ever cheat on me, that guy is fucking dead. I will kill him slowly before I will cut him into pieces and let dogs eat him' Said Graves with anger.

'Phillip. Calm down yourself.'

'On the last mission in Verdansk.. you were there with Soap. Chasing Makarov and his Konni group. Is that him? You like him? You like "Johnny"? Graves spurred his words.

'You lost your fucking mind?! You have some sick obsession with 141 not me! Why would I care about some Soap, Shampoo or other random soldier?!' You slipped out of the bed.

' I'm not talking to you Phillip, until you apologize to me' You took a towel and went to bathroom, slamming the door.

You entered shower cabin and turned the water on. It was warm and nice but you were shaking. How could you lost yourself like that? You were so careful with your affair with Soap, and now you would expose everything so simply? You thought about Johnny. You must protect him. If Graves will find out the truth, he will kill him for sure. Soap is a nice guy, he doesn't deserve to die just because you desired him. You took some deep breaths to calm yourself down. You decided that, no matter what evidence Graves will throw, you will not admit to cheating on him. Fuck it. He can even torture you. You won't back down.

You were ex Special CIA agent. From your teenage years, you were trained to be a perfect spy. You took part in the most dangerous missions, in different parts on the world in which, if you were exposed, you would die on the spot. So now you won't go down foolish like that. There was some duality in your personality, you needed stability, but at the same time some danger. Maybe that was CIA fault? Maybe is their doing that you had personality like that? One mission were particulary difficult. Your whole team was killed and you were the only survivor. Congress stated, that you're a threat to the state, so you went rouge. You were hidding, until Phillip Graves found you. He heard about you, and about your almost legendary team of international spies. He said that, he wanted to work with you since long time ago. He took you under his mercenary Shadow Company. His hackers deleted your whole proof of existence, they gave you new identity. You owned him your life. How could you not fall in love with him? He is charismatic leader, self confident to maximum, brave, intelligent, hard working. So handsome and charming. You fell for him from first sight. He knew you liked him, he was fascinated by you too. Chemistry between you two was extremely powerful, so it didn't take long time, before you were ripping your clothes off from each other in his office, and then had a wedding in his home in Texas. You loved to work as Shadow, and to be Graves wife. All Shadows treated you with highest respect. You didn't flash out that you're Commander's wife, so you need special treatment. No. You were working, as hard just like other mercenaries and you were kind and nice to them. They all loved you. Both women and men. And you? You loved Phillip Graves. You really do. What happened between you and Soap was... unexpected. You had to only think now, how to control the situation.

Graves opened the doors to shower cabin. He stood behind you and hugged you.

'I'm sorry' He whispered to your ear and kissed your neck.

The water was falling on your naked bodies, you caressed his hands which were still holding you.

'You were right. We overworked ourselfs. Work got into my head. I should stop thinking about it so much. About General, 141, my men..'

You turned around and looked at Graves. He didn't look angry anymore, he looked genuine sad.

'Maybe we should have a vacation? How about that sweetie? Only you and me.' Graves asked.

'Vacations sound wonderful to me'. You said,and kissed his lips.

Graves let out a loud sigh and hugged you.

'I don't know what I had in my head to accuse you of cheating on me..' Graves gave you small kisses on your face.

You chuckled.

'Yeah, that's crazy. Considering that ,you are the one who is cheating on me.' You said with smile.

'Me?!' Graves looked suprised.

'Yeah, I heard you on the comms talking to Farah. *I always liked your style* you imitated his voice.

Graves laughed.

'No, no wait. You're cheating on me with Roze! Yes I knew it!' . You pretended to have offended voice but you smiled.

'Roze Helms? She doesn't even like me, she said I'm a terrible CEO' Graves looked amused. He knew you're joking.

'Hmm... let me think..ahh yes.. I know exactly, who you really want. That Shadow girl... You know.. that one who likes to be a smartass.. who is in love with you...and think you are the most amazing man in the world...'. You pressed your tits into his chest, and you wrapped your hand around his cock. You started to pound him.

'Oh that girl.... yea..defently I want her...but only her..she is mine..and I...' Graves groaned under your touch.

'I love you too' You said.

'It's your turn to cum now baby'. You got into your knees.

'You know I love that shi..' Graves couldn't finish his sentence because he gasped after he felt his cock in your warm mouth.

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Soap was on the shooting field watching recruits training. He was promoted to be a Captain. He was Captain MacTavish now, but Soap was not happy. He wanted to celebrate his promotion with you, but you were not there. Since one month you didn't talk to him. You didn't respond to his cryptic messages or answer phone calls. Soap was starting to think that maybe you ghosted him? Maybe you decided, you don't want to see him anymore, and simply you cut off the contact without a word? Or maybe your husband Graves, started to suspect something,so you had to go dark? Soap was trying to focus on his recruits but he couldn't. All he was thinking about was you. Your beautiful smile, eyes, your sweet scent, and soft body. The way you moaned his name when you two were making love. Soap was thinking about your last meeting.

You were together in hotel in some kind outback in the end of town.

You were sitting on the bed. Soap kisses were so soft, loving. He slowly kissed your neck then shoulders.

'You're so perfect.' He whispered.

You looked at him. Soap had beautiful, blue eyes. Graves had blue eyes too, but with the shades of sky while Soap's color was similar to ocean. Sky and ocean. Two elements fighting for you, both different, yet at the same time so similar to each other. You touched his scar on his chin, and kissed it softly. Soap closed his eyes. Your every touch and kiss was so tender and sweet. Like you almost love him.

Soap gently pushed you into the matress, he took off your dress and lingerie, and looked at your beautiful body. You tilted your head back so he could kiss your neck. He was massaging your cunt with his other hand. His mouth moved lower, leaving a wet trail on your soft skin until he found your breasts.He pressed his cheek against your tits, hearing your quick heartbeat. You wrapped your legs around him and moved your hips in rhythm with the fingers he inserted into you.

You gently began to massage his cock through his tight boxers, feeling how hard he was. When you wanted to slip your hand under his underwear, he grabbed your wrist and placed it behind your head. Sucking and rubbing your breasts with his mouth, he became more and more excited. Soap wanted to slide into you and make love all night long, listening to your moans mixed with his own. But not yet. There is still time. He just didn't know if he could resist it. His lips moved lower until they reached your pussy.

'Look at this beautiful cunt' Soap groaned and his mouth immediately started sucking on your clit. His tongue swirled all around it. You tangled your hands in his hair, and pushed his face closer to your cunny.

'Oh my god Johnny' you mewled

You felt his tongue now focusing more around your clit, his tounge movements getting harder, faster and deeper. He was now licking you everywhere from your clit to your other hole.

'Johnny...Johnny please.. please..' you moaned with short breath

'Come on my tongue luv.' Soap continued to stimulate you, until you became a trembling mess.

You came moaning his name over and over.

Soap moved his face away and took off his boxers. His face was on the same level as yours. You saw your arousal shining on his mouth. You felt something that you should not feel. But you couldn't help it.

'Why you have to be so handsome?' you whispered.

'So you do like me a little bit?' Soap chuckled.

You didn't answer, you just pulled him closer and kissed his mouth, tasting yourself.

Soap without stopping to kiss you, entered slowly with his hard cock into your pussy. He admired your face, moving faster and deeper in you. You gave up yourself completly to him.

You made love long time, changing positions, Soap being rough and dominant one moment and the other one he change to be gentle and sweet. When you finally collapsed breathing hard, filled with incomprehensible emotions towards each other, Soap hugged you to his chest. You lied like this for a few moments until he spoke first.

'I know we agreed to not talk about this, but I really need to know' he caressed your back with his thumb.

'Yes? What do you want to know?' You reply.

'Is he treating you good? I mean... is he good for you?' Soap asked with tense face.

'Yes. Phillip is good to me' . You sigh.

'So.. why you.. why you agreeded to spend time with me?' Soap tried to find right words to not offend you.

'John..I know what happened in Las Almas between you and Phillip, and I apologize for that. I was there too, even if you didn't see me'

'You..you were there?' Soap was shocked.

'I should've stop him. Talk to his senses. But knowing him, he probably wouldn't listen to me anyways. That's why I volunteered to join you on this mission against Konni Group and Makarov. I wanted to make up that Las Almas incident for you.' You slowly caressed his chest.

'So, you're dating me because you feel sorry for me?' Soap looked sad.

'No! It's not that... You're a man with honor, reliable and you have good heart. Something that is rare to find these days...Especially in field that we are working. I trust you with my life. You're.. one of the kind. I need to protect you.'

Soap looked suprised at you. He didn't expect that answer from you.

'I don't need protection.. I'm the one who is going to protect you.' Soap said with deep voice.

'So we got each others back.' You smiled.

Soap hugged you tight and buried his face into your neck.

'Don't leave yet please. Stay a little bit more.' He whispered.

'I'm here..don't worry.' You kissed the top of his head.

'Captain MacTavish!' Soap was dragged into reality by Price.

'There you are. Did you choose any of them for the special rescue team?' Price pointed and the recruits.

'Yeah.. yeah.. I did.' Soap was kinda ashamed that he got so carried away with his thoughts, that he forgot about his work.

'Good, I will tell Ghost to call you and give you names of the snipers that he have chosen' said Price and tapped Soap's shoulder.

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Soap came back to his house. He left his keys on his desk and took off his weapons. He went to kitchen and poured himself scottish whiskey. He was thinking about what his cousin told him. Maybe she was right. You were married, living in fancy mansion, traveling with private jet and having stuffed bank account. You have Graves, who is crazy in love with you, and your Shadow buddies. Where was place in your life for a guy like Soap? It was his silly dream that you one day will live in Scotland with him, and you two will have sweet, little babies. He must respect your decision and leave you alone. Johnny wouldn't stand if something happened to you because of him. He felt hurt and heartbroken that he will never touch you again, or hear your voice calling him. But...if he could just tell you, one last time how much he cares about you, and how much he loves you...how much he appreciated every minute that you spend together...

His phone started to ring. Private number. It was Ghost for sure. He always calls from private number. Soap hated to admit but he felt so dissapointed that it was not your number on the screen.

'Aye hello? '

'Johnny?' Soap's heart dropped when he heard your voice.

'Johnny I missed you. If you want to see me now, I'll send you address. I will wait for you there in one hour.'

'I'm on my way' Soap answered immediately. He grabbed his keys from desk.

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Soap opened the door to apartment that you rented, without knocking. You were there, as always beautiful.

'Congratulations Captain MacTavish' you greeted him with smile.

Soap didn't say anything. He came closer to you so fast,grabbed you by your waist and kissed your lips.

'I see you missed me too' you smiled and tangled your fingers into his mohawk. You loved his haircut and how his hair felt under your fingertips.

Soap looked at you. He was beyond words happy. He couldn't resist you anymore nor his feelings towards you.

'I love you. So fucking much' . Soap grabbed your face and pressed his forehead into yours.

'Johnny..'

'No. Listen to me. I don't care if you want to stay with Graves or not. I need you in my life. That day when I met you..I have fallen in love with you so much. My dream is to be with you all the time, listen to your voice, cuddle in your lovely arms, hold your hand. Every moment I have to spend away from you, burns my insides... Soap gently caressed your face. 'You're great happiness to me. Even if you don't love me and you prefere him... I still love you. I always will.'

You felt tears gathering in your eyes.

'Oh Johnny why we haven't met before? If I only met you first... I would give you my all. We would have life together... But I can't leave Phillip. I'm sorry.'

'It doesn't matter' Soap interrupted you.'It only matters to me, that you're here. And I can be with you.'

'John... if he will find out... He will kill you. In most brutal way' tears that you tried to hold back finally has fallen.

'I'm not scared of him, I will go through everything just to be with you.' He kissed your tears.

'Don't you worry about nothing. I take everything on me' Soap kissed you again.

Somone knocked on the door.

The two of you looked suprised and terrified.

This is for my lovelies

@candy616 💖💖

@xxavengingangelxx 💖💖

Part 1

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Overstim with Ganyu and Kokomi

A/N: Fellow Ganyu enjoyers eating well this week, huh? Also, I did a thing with Kokomi - I wonder who will guess what exactly she is reading first...

CW: Male!Reader, bondage, names ("master", "girl"), overstim, cuteness.

And... cut.

Ganyu's stamina is not that great. She can take pain like a champ, but pleasure? It's a completely different story. Poor Ganyu can cum from even the gentlest fuck you can manage. Her body and mind is just too overwhelmed with pure lust for you to resist. Her record is four minutes, which wouldn't be a problem in the slightest if she didn't get so awfully sensitive after orgasm. Ganyu gets so loud and squirmy that it's hard to keep making love to her.

She isn't happy with that, not in the slightest. Despite all the reassurance from you that you're more than okay with her performance, she decided to work on that with edging. Being as diligent as ever, Ganyu designed a system of punishments and rewards. For holding out, she would get to choose between dates, cuddling and a little less healthy meals with you. As for her punishment, however… One orgasm for every fifteen seconds off her target time.

Is it rough? Absolutely merciless. Is it working? No, of course not. Orgasm is not something Ganyu can entirely control, so cumming too early is rarely her fault. Then why the punishment? Because it makes things scarily exciting, she finds. She finds the process of having her mind broken extremely fun, even if she's crying, screaming, pleading for her punishment to end. She will always assure you that the extreme stimulation is the fun part, and that no harm is being done to her. You two also signed a contract between each other that no matter how much she begs you, you will not go easy on her.

You watch on with a fond smile as your cute, gentle, beloved Ganyu lies on the bed. Her beautiful body is completely nude, safe for her thigh highs, now soaked in her own fluids. Two bullets buzz deep inside her, but most of the torment comes from the clit vibrator. Even despite it being on the lowest power it proves to be far, far worse than the other two. It vibrates on her swollen clitoris, setting fire to her pussy and making her whine. She shakes her legs constantly, desperately trying to knock the torture device off of herself, but legs are forced open with a spreader bar. Ganyu couldn't be a good girl, so you got it to help her serve her sentence thoroughly. Her small hands grip the ropes tying her to the bed frame so tightly that her skin is white.

Underneath her bare frame are you, naked as well. Your dick rests against her back, throbbing with every beautiful sound she makes. Moans, cries, whines, whimpers, squeaks and squeals mix in with fragments of words. She tries to talk to you. She is desperate to be freed, freed from the unending, torturous pleasure, but Ganyu lost the ability to speak coherently three orgasms ago. You gently rock your hips, rubbing your length over her soft skin while slobbering her neck with messy kisses and slight nibbles. Your hands play with her breasts, massaging the bountiful flesh and rubbing her rock-hard nipples.

She tenses up and her back arches, arms pulling on her restraints even harder. Her voice pitches and her noises become more panicked. You smile against her skin, and pull her back against you tightly. Her legs bend and kick in desperation.

"Y/N Y/N Y/NY/Ny/ny/ny/ny/ny/n!" She gasps as another powerful orgasm washes over her. She relaxes her body for a split second, but Ganyu quickly gets squirmy again as the vibrators keep going, mercilessly pleasuring her exhausted pussy. You nibble on her ear, whispering to her in between your little bites.

"Good little Qiling… cum for me, just like that. You can make it, I believe in you. Just three more orgasms and you're free…"

Ganyu just whimpers in response as her torment continues.

Hard days of work drain her energy completely. At the end of those times, she needs more than just a refill of her power supply. She needs a system reset. And what better way to reset herself than by being overstimulated to oblivion, until her exhausted mind completely breaks and you restore it with kisses and cuddles? She will do it for fun as well! Being pushed to multiple orgasms past her limit is so unbelievably intense and so very hot, she thinks. Kokomi just loves being shameless in front of you - a moaning, drooling mess, squirting all over a toy is a side of her only you will get to see.

Especially if you play little games at the same time, with you as her (game) master. Like, say, reciting the strategy texts she memorized by heart. The constant mind melting vibrations on her cute pussy make it so much more challenging and fun.

"...p-preparations against u-us… a-ah…" Kokomi's voice trembles.

You coo, stroking her soft hair. "Well done my dear! You're doing so good. What now…" You flip one of her favorite textbooks, looking for an interesting line to ask of her. "Chapter 3, entry 17, point 2."

Kokomi drops her head, face twisting into a frown of struggle. She fights to keep her mind intact enough to recite the passage. If she gets five in a row, no more orgasms will be added to her funishment. For every wrong answer the streak resets and one more orgasm gets added to her post-victory sentence. Her small, cuffed hands clutch the edge of the sybian. Small gasps and moans come out of her mouth, nearly drowned out by the constant buzzing of the machine working on her pussy. Her hands are not locked behind her back or over her head, because Kokomi is a good girl. Kokomi knows that if she can keep her pussy on the machine and her hands from interfering, no such measures have to be taken.

"He… he w-will w-win wh- hm! - who k-knows how t-to hand-le b-both superior a-and inferior f-forces…" She says, eyes tightly shut in immense focus.

"Good girl! Just one more, okay? You can do it baby~" You lean in, planting your lips on hers. As you kiss her, loudly and sloppily, her cuffed hands caress your bare chest. She moans, oh so beautifully on your lips. You part, leaving her on the device. “Let’s see… chapter 8, entry 12 as well as point 4. Can you quote it for me?”

“Hngh… p-point four…” She makes a short break for a whimper, and collects herself again. “T-there a-are five d-dangerous faultssss- AH!”

Kokomi squeals and suddenly falls silent, moans replaced with quick breaths. Her small frame is slightly rocking against the sybian as her thighs tremble intensely. Her eyelids flutter, and she raises her cuffed hands above her head in pure orgasmic bliss. Her mouth hangs agape for a moment before all of her body relaxes and drops. You see her juices pouring down from underneath her slit.

She remains still for a solid minute, features changing between expressions of pleasure and frowns of pain as the overstimulation picks up again. She gulps before speaking.

“S-sorry Master…”

You put down her book, and move closer again. As her body trembles from a mix of relief, pleasure and overwhelming stimulation she looks at you, smiling brightly, barely any brainpower left to use in her mind. The intense wave of emotions forced tears from her eyes, leaving them to make their way down her cheek. You return her smile, affectionately wiping her tears.

“Don’t worry, you can try again, right? This time you’ll make it, I’m sure of it.” You stroke her cheek, and she leans into your touch. “I’m sure you’ll manage, because you’re not a good girl - you’re the best girl.”

You turn down the vibrations slightly with the remote, letting her get a little rest. Before turning the device back up, you place a smooch right on her little nose.

“How about chapter 3 entry 7?”

Thanks for reading!

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This chapter is part of my one year anniversary celebration, where there’s a new fic every tuesday!

warning: SMUT (:

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“Lately, I've been a little fed up, wish you would just focus on me”

Jack sang as he reached to turn the radio up as he drove to the airport to pick up Maryse from LAX. She had been doing press all over New York City going to talk show, to talk show to promote her first single, Focus from her debut album. The song has only been out for a week and a half and it’s already topping the charts and constantly playing on the radio.

With Maryse being in NY and Jack traveling to LA and ATL to record his own album. They hadn’t seen each other as much as they would’ve liked. Which is why Jack planned a special date for the two of them tonight.

Jack decided to wait in the parking deck for her so they could have some privacy knowing the paparazzi would bother them in the pick up area. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long, Maryse was walking out the revolving doors, 15 minutes later.

His heart stopped when he spotted her. She looked adorable with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders, huge dark sunglasses and her curls tossed up into a messy bun. Jack stepped out of his jeep and leaned against it, so she could see him. He watched as the smile spread across her face at the sight of him. The closer she got she dropped her suitcases and started running towards him

“Oof” Jack let out as the wind was almost knocked out of him as Maryse flew towards him. Maryse wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her face against his neck.

God, he missed this girl so much. The two stayed like this for what felt like forever. Maryse soon removed her face from his neck, and grabbed his face with both hands before leaning down and kissing him. Jack moaned into the kiss, while sliding his hands from her waist that was holding her steady to her ass, giving them a slight squeeze. Maryse broke the kiss with a giggle.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

They laughed as they both spoke at the same time.

“C’mon let’s get outta here, I’m taking you out tonight” Jack said as he went to put her luggage in the truck before hopping in the car.

“You are?” Maryse started bouncing in her seat with excitement.

“Yeah, but first nap time.”

“Oh thank god, I’m so sleepy.”

JACKHARLOW

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Jack couldn’t help but think he hadn’t slept that good in months, might even be years. He knew it was because the woman curled up next to him. Maryse’s body fit so perfectly against him. It was like she was made to be here in his arms.

He gently moved the curls that were falling in her face, so he could admire how peaceful she looked. He smiled at the way she slept with her legs tangled with his and one arm wrapped around his body. Jack would be content if he could stay like this forever. But knowing how long it was going to take her to get ready, she would need to get up now.

Jack leaned down and pressed feather light kisses on her face. He watched as Maryse slowly opened her eyes and stared into his blue eyes. “Well, that’s not a bad way to wake up.” Her voice was slow and dragging as she tried to not fall back asleep. “What time is our date?”

“In 3 hours.”

Maryse’s eyes shot back open. “3 HOURS?! Jack, do you not know me at all? I have to get ready now!”

Jack tightened his arms around her to stop her from getting up. She tried to pull away but soon gave up with a pout. He leaned over and kissed her pouting lips before letting her go.

He watched with a smile as she rolled outta bed to find something to wear.

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“I can’t believe you got me blindfolded. Is this the part where you kill me?”

Jack laughed and rolled his eyes as he continued to walk her up the steps to where they were having their date. He really hoped she loved this because trying to set it up was difficult.

“You didn’t reply, oh god”

“Will you stop being so dramatic? Now be careful this is the last step then I can take this off you”

Maryse stayed silent as Jack carefully walked her to the last set of steps. She could then feel him walk behind her, and rubbed his hands up and down her arm before reaching up to untie the cloth from her eyes. “Ok, open your eyes.”

Maryse slowly opened her eyes and blinked a little to adjust to the light. She gasped as she looked around her.

“Jack…” Maryse was sure she looked crazy as her mouth hung open. She just couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“Like it?” Jack asked her nervously.

She shook her head. “No…I love this” she could feel her eyes start to water.

Jack Harlow rented out the whole Getty Museum just for the two of them, but that wasn’t all there were lights on the floor making a pathway to a table set for 2. It was the most beautiful thing Maryse had ever seen. She slowly turned around and wrapped her arms around him. “Jack, I can’t believe you did this! I can’t imagine how long it took you to pull this off!” Standing on her tippy toes to kiss him.

“Last week you talked about wanting to show me around LA since I’m usually only here for work and you offhandedly mentioned that you visit the Getty whenever you’re here because you love art museums so I figured I would do something special for our first date.” Jack told her as he rested both of his hands on the sides of her face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

“You remembered that?” Maryse asked him

“Of course, I remember everything you tell me. Big or small.” Jack replied before walking her towards the table, and pulling her seat out so she could sit down. He kissed her forehead before walking around to his side of the table.

She watched as he pulled the tops covering their plates off. Maryse was shocked to see a full course meal, Salmon, mashed potatoes, and asparagus. It looked delicious.

Maryse just shook her head in amazement. She could feel herself getting emotional. She was with Nate for years and he never put this much thought and detail into a date before.

Jack reached across the table and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Stop looking so shocked, you deserve this and more. Now let’s dig in!”

As they ate they talked about everything under the sun, their laughs and conversations echoed throughout the quiet museum.

“Thank you again for those flowers you sent me last week, they were beautiful.” Maryse said to Jack as they were lying on the floor of the museum. Apparently they didn’t have to be out till 3 am so Jack brought blankets and pillows so they could chill until they felt like leaving.

“Beautiful flowers for my even more beautiful girl.” Jack replied as he looked down at Maryse as she was laying in his arms. He watched as Maryse wrinkled her nose up at him, knowing she was going to call him out for being cheesy.

“You’re a cornball”

“You love it!” Jack says before kissing her forehead. “But for real though, I’m so proud of you. I know how hard you’ve been working on your album. You haven’t mentioned it, but I can tell you’re nervous about your album coming out but you shouldn’t be. Focus is already a hit, and your album is going to be a game changer.”

Maryse squeezed Jack letting him know she heard him, before climbing on top of him and pressing her face against his neck. She could feel Jack arms wrap her waist, before moving his hands down and casually resting them right above her ass. Lifting her head up, she leaned down putting their foreheads together.

Jack could see the emotions on her face and simply kissed her lips, assuring her, “You don’t have to say anything.”

Pulling away from the kiss, Maryse spoke in a whisper “You always know all the right things to say.”

“It’s probably a fluke. I think I just say the right things to you.”

Maryse shook her head in disagreement, knowing that wasn’t true and laid her head back down on his chest. It was quiet for a while, the only thing you could hear were their steady heartbeats. Maryse didn’t know it was possible for someone to make her feel the way Jack did. With Jack, she always felt fully cared for. Maybe it was too soon to call this love, but if it was, she completely understood why people go crazy for it. She felt like she was drunk on him.

Maryse’s thoughts were cut short when she felt Jack move his hands up under her dress trying to cop a feel. With her head resting against his chest she could feel a groan rumble in his chest when he noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Fuck, Maryse.”

Maryse said nothing as she moved her hips against his, teasing him slightly. She could feel him throbbing in his pants. Not being able to take the teasing any longer, Jack connected his lips to hers with another groan. The sounds of their kisses as they grasped one another were heard in the dim museum. They pulled away from each other long enough so they could pull Jack’s shirt over his head, and so he could unzip his slacks and briefs.

Once all his clothes were off, Jack bunched up her dress around her waist, while Maryse pushed herself up on her knees. Jack could feel her hand grab hold of his thick length steady as she sunk down on him.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good” Jack said in a breathly tone.

All Maryse could do was whimper in response as she gripped his shoulders as she continued to ride him. Jack sat her up in his arms and started attacking her neck with kisses and bites. Sucking along her skin just the way she likes.

The connection Jack had with Maryse was nothing like he had ever felt before. His attraction to her felt off the charts.

He hummed against her skin each time she dropped down into his lap and took him completely. Jack knew they were both getting closer with each buck of her hips. “You take me so well. You were made for this, Maryse.” Jack whispered in her ear

Maryse shivered against him as his hands ran down the length of her back, giving her ass a tight squeeze.

“Such a naughty girl, riding me in this museum.” Jack could feel her clench him tight.

She was getting close with the way her breathing was becoming more ragged and the grip she had on him tightened.

Jack quickly flipped them over and pounded into her hard, making Maryse whimper. He was so close as he pressed kisses against her shoulder. “C’mon baby, cum for me.”

“Jack, please.” Maryse moaned.

“You can do it, baby. Let go.”

The only sounds in the museum were grunts of pleasure as Maryse came, Jack came right behind her. Maryse felt like her senses were on fire, with the way the warmth of his skin engulfed her.

Maryse let out a small sigh of happiness as Jack laid on top of her, chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. They both were in a happy daze for the rest of the night, silently hoping nothing or no one would ruin their happiness.

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Maryse Monet is finally ready to release her debut album!

In a two bedroom Brooklyn Heights brownstone, R&B star Maryse Monet paces around the living room barefoot, in drawstring shorts and an oversized Missionary Jack tee (Stolen from boyfriend, rapper Jack Harlow) her natural hair in full bloom, while members of her glam team prepare her look for her upcoming appearance on Good Morning America. In three hours, the singer-songwriter was going to announce the title of her debut album; “Ugh, those feels again.” (Dropping March 31st)

Having dropped the lead single, “Focus” the night before which was getting rave reviews from music critics, she still feels anxiety with dropping music.

“Dropping music, to me at least, is like letting the whole world read my diary.” She says. When asked if she ever regrets any music she’s dropped she tells me no.

“No, never. Letting people hear it is a risk, but I believe putting music out into the world is a great teacher to help all my future projects sound better.”

The doorbell rings loudly throughout the house. I watch as the singer leans over the arm of the chair to try and see who’s at the door. Her eyes widen when her manager, CoCo walks into the room holding a bouquet of Peonies. Maryse immediately grabs for them, smelling the flowers. The smile on her face only gets wider as she reads the card. When I ask who the flowers are from there’s a twinkle in her eyes when she tells me they’re from her boyfriend and doesn’t explain further.

The last year has been some sort of Maryse explosion where she went from just being New York’s star quarterback girlfriend to breaking away and becoming a Grammy award winning singer. At 24 years old, Maryse is already a household name. “I’ve really put in the time and work,” she says. “I’m so happy that everything has been, you know, manifesting.”

Growing up with a dad who played guitar and a mother who was a music teacher, Maryse can’t remember a time where music wasn’t part of her life. “Music was playing around the house but I think something outwardly happened when I heard Mariah Carey sing for the first time. I remember getting the craziest chills and goosebumps and I was like, “what is she doing? I want to sing just like that?” I always tell people that music was my first love.”

She then asked me if I wanted to hear her new music. I can feel the tingling excitement build as we sneak away into her home recording studio. As she takes her laptop and plugs it in, she tells me she’ll probably only be about to get through two songs before someone realizes she’s gone missing. Quietly, the r&b star hits play on her upcoming album.

Instantly, a wall of sound hits me. There’s only two reactions you could have to the song. One; saying “Whoooo” and/or Two; fanning themselves vigorously. I was doing both. Her voice was dreamy and hushed, with the song being sultry and slow. This was the type of love song you play to the person who might just last till cuffing season. The one you play with your head stuck out the window as the wind blows in your hair. Maryse was able to play a couple more songs before she was summoned into hair and makeup.

The making of the album has been a long process, she explains, as her hairstylist tries to tame her curls. She started writing the album after returning to dating following the end of a long term and very public relationship.

When we reached out to Maryse's equally famous best friend, Doja Cat, she says the world is finally going to know the real Maryse Monet.

“Everyone knows that she's an amazing musician, but they'll also find out that she’s a real ass bitch, who’s music is going to bring people together and change lives.”

We couldn’t agree more.

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AN: This might be the longest fic I've ever written, but I really love these two and didn't want to split it into different parts :) I hope this all flows well together. Enjoy them being happy beause drama is coming Thank you for reading and as always tell me your thoughts!

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s-aturnes · 1 year

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the-ferocious-kittyrose · 10 months

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What are your thought on Helluva Boss, if you have any?

I have many, as a matter of fact.

It’s sad to say that I don’t think I like the show much anymore. It has good moments, but the show overall just feels like a messy fanfic.

It tries to force emotional moments with little to no build up.

Think S1E3 where Loona yells at Blitzo that he’s not her dad and she doesn’t need him, that had zero build up and feels totally out of place. Blitzo wasn’t even acting much like a dad in that moment, he was acting like a boss trying to get his employee to focus on the job.

You need to show us more of Blitzo and Loona’s relationship, and actually get us invested, then moments like this will actually feel impactful.

The comedy isn’t great

I’m not a comedy expert by an ny means, but the jokes in this show are timed very weirdly. They’re very quick and you hardly have time to even process what’s going on before it cuts away. It isn’t helped by the fact that there’s so much going on on screen most of the time that I have to pause or go back to understand what’s happening.

Also the subject matter of the jokes. “Baby dick!” “hole!” “bitch!” ohh Moxxie’s getting sexually assaulted! isn’t that funny? Look there are dicks everywhere! Isn’t incest funny?!

The Stolas story is wasted potential

The Stolas from the Ars Goetia was a fallen angel who fought alongside Lucifer in the war against heaven. He used the stars to guide Lucifer’s army and help them evade God’s forces. For this crime he was damned to Hell for eternity, a place where nothing good can thrive.

In the show he’s a demon prince born already in Hell, and he’s part of the Goetia family, a royal family of powerful demons that marry each other (???) to produce heirs.

Not only would keeping Stolas’ original origin story make his character more interesting, it also would add depth to all the other Goetia characters. They fought for a cause they believed in, and they lost, now they’re all trapped in Hell forever. Why is Stella so angry all the time? Because she was on the losing side of a war, and now she’s literally in Hell.

Speaking of Stella, the Ars Goetia being fallen angels would mean that they wouldn’t have blood family like parents or siblings, so Paimon wouldn’t be Stolas’ father and Andrealphus wouldn’t be Stella’s brother. But, if they don’t have blood family, what about Via? Well, angels can definitely have children if they choose to. But why were Stolas and Stella arranged to be married? Because Lucifer wanted his fallen angels to conceive powerful children and expand the population/legions of Hell.

Heaven and Hell are at constant war. It’s more subtle right now, with both sides trying to manipulate/guide humanity indirectly from the background, but eventually it will culminate in a second battle in Heaven, where Lucifer will battle the arch angel Michael to the death. Lucifer wants to have as many demons on his side as possible, so he’ll have a better chance at winning. So he and his demons corrupt humans so they’ll end up in Hell, they create demons from Hell itself, like Imps and Succubi, and pair up the demons of the Ars Goetia to create powerful demon children.

Millie’s character could be a lot better

I’m convinced that no one involved in this show has ever spoken to an actual southern person. All of Millie’s southernisms are so forced and her accent isn’t great.

Everyone and their mother has talked about how Millie doesn’t have much of a character outside of being Moxxie’s girl boss wife, but what character arc could she have had?

In the pilot, Millie is all smiles, hypes up Blitzo’s bad ideas, and brushes off Blitzo stalking her and Moxxie. She gives off a people pleaser vibe. Even if something bothers her she just pushes it down and puts on a smiley face so no one thinks she’s bothered. Southern women are taught from a very young age that making a scene is the worst thing you can possibly do. Don’t disrupt anything, be respectful, and save face. Millie would’ve grown up with this mentality.

When Millie and Moxxie got together, her parents did not approve. Not only was Moxxie not the rough and tough cowboy they always imagined their daughter ending up with, but he was also the son of an extremely dangerous crime boss that terrorized the ring of wrath for years, and they did not want their baby getting involved in that. They continued to see each other in secret, until Moxxie cut all ties with his father and asked Millie to run away with him. She agreed, even though it broke her heart to leave her family. She packed a bag, stuck a note on the screen door, and ran off to Imp city with Moxxie.

When Millie comes back to wrath for the harvest moon festival, she’s very nervous about how everyone will react to seeing her. Family is all these Imps have, so just up and abandoning your family is a big deal. When her parents see her again, they are happy, but do throw some passive aggressive remarks at her, and they are straight up cold to Moxxie. They talk about the pain games and how Millie probably shouldn’t do it this year. They say it may be too tough for her, considering she’s a city girl now. She takes shit from her family the whole episode until the end when her parents are scolding her and talking shit about Moxxie for loosing the fight with Striker. She finally stands up to them and says that, yeah, maybe she’s changed, but she’s happy and in love. That should be enough for them, and if it isn’t, she doesn’t want to stay any longer. She leaves with a new air of confidence.

#these are just a few of my opinions #helluva boss #helluva boss critical #stolas #helluva stella #helluva millie #helluva moxxie #hazbin lucifer

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