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zhxngii · 10 months

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— Morax | genshin 1.5k event

—INTRODUCING: MORAX. You know he's always pretty busy, he's a archon of course, always attending his duties. But.. he can't help but want your attention right now just for a few minutes, maybe perhaps a few hours.

❏ ( notes ) ; First release for my "ATTENTION" milestone event! I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it. ❏ ( contents ) ; Needy(?) Morax, He has two cocks (GEO COCKS!!), Mentions of praying during sexy times (beware.), Oral, etc!

Morax was a busy one, and you knew that well. You often saw how stressed he'd appear once he visits you for a limited amount of time before heading back. You, despite being a mortal, were busy as well with whatever duties you had.

Thought he'd often visit you when he had the chance... deep down he was craving for something. It'd been too long since he felt your body against his, your lips on his own. The longer he tried to ignore the lingering feeling, the stronger it grew overtime until he just couldn't take it anymore.

It was a surprise to you once you saw him at your place again, seeming as if he was there waiting for your return. He insists that he'll only be here for a few minutes, that he doesn't even believe himself. Minutes turned into hours, a simple hug and caress turning into heated make-out sessions and grinding.

It felt out of character for him to be so clingy, so touchy with you. He never indulged in such things as pleasure.. that was until you appeared. He was so needy, all of his actions being rushed almost as if he just can't wait for a single. second. longer. He wanted you there and now, his hands rough and swiftly taking off your clothes.

The first thing he does as you're completely bare is take position between your legs, his long-forked tongue lapping up at your arousal that was already pooling. His hands spread you open in front of his eyes as he feasts on you, tongue pushing deeper inside your cunt, making you shiver under him. His tail would often be there on your leg to assist him in pinning you down until you can just barely squirm.

He groans in response to your taste, growing more eager with the patterns his tongue left on your clit. Oh, does he love the sounds he brings out of you, how he missed it so much when you'd call out to him when you're feeling so good. The chants of "oh god"s and "my lord"s coming out as desperate pleas from your lips only encourage him to go further.

He would stay here between your legs for as long as he pleases, pulling as many orgasms out of you as he can with just his tongue alone. He missed the taste of you so much, much more than he'd like to admit, there's no way he'd let this end so fast.

Aside from him being between your legs, he loved when you were between his on your knees. Your hands hurriedly try to free him from his pants, shakily wrapping around one of his cocks. He loved how no matter how many times you've seen it, you were always in awe at how pretty they looked in your hands. The tips oozing with pre which you obediently lick up or rub around the heads.

He loved how you always tried your best to please him, taking the lower one in your mouth and gently rubbing your hand in up and down motions on the other. Nothing can beat the feeling of your hands and mouth on him, even if you weren't able to take him completely. He liked the sight of you, a mortal trying to please her god.

When it comes to taking his cocks inside you, oh, it was always a sight to see. Watching as you lay there, squirming as he pushes himself inside you and the other gently rubs against your sensitive bud. The way you writhe under him was just so adorable in his eyes, such a weak little thing under him.

Your body shudders more under him as he thrust faster, deeper, reaching your sensitive spot that makes you scream and mewl in return. It was so pathetic of you but yet so arousing as you'd cry out to him even more, even as you'd suddenly start thanking him with your hands clasped together in front of you almost as if you were praying to him.

The god on top of you was always pleased with your actions, pleased with your attempts to serve him not only as a loyal follower but also a soon to be wife.

#⁁﹒💫｀´﹒zhxngii.wrks﹒ꜝ #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #rex lapis smut #rex lapis x reader #morax smut #morax x reader #genshin thirst

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roryculkinsbf · 4 months

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million dollar man // coriolanus snow

Description: Christmast Eve with breadwinner Coriolanus Snow, taking care of his future wife

TW: smut, dom!coryo, housewife!reader, controlling over the reader, praise kink

Word count: 1.5k

(English isn't my first language, and I do not own the characters)

One for the money,

two for the show,

I love you, honey,

I'm ready to go...

Round Christmas time everything seems a bit too busy, crowded streets and malls. People on every corner, not single free space to live. The world just turns that way as soon as November comes around. There's no exception for the chaos, not even in Capitol. City created and ruled by the cruel men who swore to be good, failing audibly after their proud hearts wished for power over ordinary human beings. Many rebels wished to tear this fucked up system down, district citizens buried themselves in fear and your boyfriend wasnt making it any better. A boy who once promised to destroy the bad, turned himself right into the dead void. Heart beating, blood pumping, but oh kindness faded by those who dared to doubt. He became a living corpse, only one who bring warmth into his existence was you. Each time you wanted to leave for better, you came running back. Something very wrong seemed like a drug in him, but before you could realize, your addiction became deadly. Merry Christmas, I guess?

"Morning, sweetheart," he splashed a kiss into your cheek. His hands grabbed you by your waist in a dominant manner. He kinda liked to show off his control, except not just kinda and mostly over you. "Morning, Coriolanus." Soft moan spilled into his mouth when he squeezed your little butt. You could hear as he kissed your neck, muffled words of "all mine". Normally you'd probably let him go on and bend you over the kitchen desk, but it was Christmas Eve today, and he simply has to wait.

"Not now, Coryo..s-stop..." you whimpered at the feeling of him taking the best of you. His hand was moving lower by the slowest pace posssible. His fingers slipped into your underwer, you closed your eyes. One single slick by your soft spot and suddenly he wasn't touching you at all.

When you opened your eyes, he was holding a cup and sipping the bitter-sweet liquid from it. Nothing about his expression mentioned the fact that you two almost did it. "What are you staring at, m'lady? It's you who told me to stop, remember? And you've got work to do anyway. Get into it, for me." He ordered with a smug grin not long before he walked to his office, ready to let you prepare for this whole day all by yourself. You were the housemaker afterall, not him. And you have to make sure your man is pleased, it's your job.

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"God Lord, Y/n...I've never eaten such a food in my life. That ham, and the mashed potatoes. Don't even get me started on the casserole, somehow you made me love green beans, princess. You're one hell of a cook, know I'm keeping you forever." There was simply no way to stop his praises. Damn well you knew you deserved them, you worked you ass off. The dishes you prepared were strange to you, yet familiar after each smile he gave you when he took the first bite. Seeing him fulfilled was all you needed.

"Thank you so much, Coryo. I made sure to prepare the best dinner I could manage, and as I see it payed off quite well, didn't it?" A warm smile filled your cheeks. He coudln't resist to reach his hand to your face, fingers delicately stroking your flushed skin. "Are you so red just for me, princess? You're such a pretty little sweet thing."

Kisses splanded all over your lips, washing you over with passion. His brain got foggy just from the pureness of you, the redness of your skin each second. Because as they passed, he kept pulling you closer and closer, until no forces could ever possibly seperate you. His arms held you, shield from blood and flesh, the good feeling of being protected and elogiezed by a man. You gave in. No one could ever have you as much as he did, you sure know that.

Rough lips bruised your neck, leaving tumescent spots for you to admire tomorrow. Long way along your collarbone, shoulders. You were becoming his each moment, the world belonged to you two and he rulled every way that Earth dared to orbit for you.

Part of the sky crashed when he rougly pushed you against the kitchen table. Your chin met a set of ceramic bowls fillled with food. Few glasses, wine and regular ones slipped when you pulled at the fancy cloth, what was shiny got poured over with all sorts of things. The great scent of food turned into a gross mess when a pot ringed as it hit the floor. Soup was flooding all over the dining room and you wanted to cry. No, you wanted to grab your shit-ass boyfriend by his shirt and choke him to death for daring to ruin hours of your hard work.

The sound of him rolling his eyes filled the room. "You're gonna clean that later, now be pretty and good for me. You know you can, darling." He massaged your ass under that mini skirt he made you wear. Big manly hand squeezed you until you felt incredibly helpless and small. He enjoyed he could boss you around, do anything to your tired body, play with you however he wanted to. And so he did.

"Let me get you dolled up." From his pocket he pulled a thin fabric, wasting no time he began twisting it around your thighs, legs, butt even. It was a red ribbon, you didn't even process when he layed it over your wet pussy.

"W-what's that for?" You couldn't understand. "Just...preparing a gift for myself, so fucking soft and all mine." He dropped right to his knees, as he pushed his face in between your butt cheeks. digging deep in he made a way across your pussy with his tongue. Somehow he was on you, in you. Digging into you, and you could feel heat all over yourself. His nails kept you in your place as he ate you out. Seeming like a starved man, he couldn't just get enough of his future wife. You were even more pressed against the table than before, nothing to muffle your moans against. Whispers echoed throughout the whole room, his pride and ego expanding with each sound.

"C-coryo..." You whimpered audibly. Closing your eyes so hard, shutting them in pleasure thinking they might not even ever open again. You couldn't stop grasping at the cloth, not until his face switched to two long fingers. He stood up and with one arm pinned you against himself, with other he got lost inside of you deep. "Shhh... princess, my pretty girl. You better get that pussy stretched out good, before I fuck you hm? Be good and let me prepare you for me, mkay?" Despite your body shaking you nodded to his words. You could hear him purr. "That's my girl."

More minutes passed, you felt already fucked out. Brain soggy and legs trembling, all wet from how much he overstimulated you. When he pulled out, he braught his hand to your face. "Taste yourself, love. Go on." With your tongue you licked all the silky substance off. Each lick drawn made his pants tighten even more. His dick was begging to be touched, to be taken care of.

Even if it embarassed you all too well, his will to be in charge and the bigger one just took over you. "Master, please... I... need you. S-so bad..." you whispered. Hot breath brushed around your neck. "Oh, I know you do, my princess." He unziped his pants. "You're always such a fuck-doll for me, sweetie." His dick slid out is boxers, standing in pride and arousal. "Want your master to fuck you pretty now?" He already teased your clit by fucking into the space between your thighs and pussy. "Mhm.." You whimpered. "Oh, but honey you know I need words. Tell me what you want and consider it done. Hm?" You sighed and breathed out all your self-respect into the heavy air with the words: "Yes, please fuck me, master. Deep and hard, I can take it all for you."

"Such a good girl," He whispered as his cock slipped right into you. Precum softened the first thrust, but the ones following braught your face to red. He couldn't help but smack at your bare flesh, like fucking you wide opened wasn't enough. Like he needed to feel you all around, in his hands, in his whole power. And fuck it, let's be honest, you liked that. Each firm thrust that just felt like a crack into your body, every hit, every moan that vocalized from his mouth, his thumb massaging your tiny clit. Surrounded by torturing pleasure, you let him make this the most unforgettable Christmas of all your lives.

#hunger games #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus x you #smut #writers on tumblr #coryo snow #president snow

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seabirdtxt · 1 year

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Vocem Dei

The Shouki no Kami was built to be the closest thing to an artificial god that humanity could create.

Just how close to divinity does the god-machine get? [p1 - you are here!] [p2] [p3]

Notes: Genshin SAGAU, cult AU, vaguely religious themes. pre-3.2!

WC. 1.5k

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The Shouki no Kami was built to be the closest thing to an artificial god that humanity could create.

Infused with dozens of Divine Knowledge capsules, and powered by liquid energy inspired by the Lord Balladeer’s own divine puppet blood, the machine god had capabilities beyond even Dottore’s own comprehension.

And the good Doctor was oh so eager to find out what would happen if a person were to be plugged into the mainframe.

Nevermind that every scholar who’d tried to use Divine Knowledge capsules lost their minds in the process.

Scaramouche grunts softly with every tube that locks into its socket on his back, the sensation of the machine’s lifeblood beginning to flow through him causing his body’s equivalent of a brain, his databank, to spark painfully. He pushes through it, determined to grasp divinity with both of his unworthy hands even if it’s the last thing he does.

The moment he feels the last tube socket in, an all-encompassing buzzing sensation floods his body, causing him to jolt and spasm uncontrollably. He snarls and grits his teeth, distantly hearing Dottore rattle off some statistics.

The feeling is reminiscent of his birth, when he knew the embrace of the electro gnosis, but amplified by hundreds.

An inhuman scream leaves him, electro bolts coursing across his body and the machine’s as he bows backward, curved over the shimmering tubes and feeling their hotcoldsmoothsharp liquid pulsing through him. He opens his eyes, not aware of when he’d closed them.

Above him, reflected in the ceiling Shouki no Kami’s metal cockpit, Scaramouche can see his own eyes glow so brightly with electro energy that his pupils become white. Purple sparks emit from the corners of his eyes, like tears of pure energy that tumble down the sides of his face contorted in rage and agony. In his mouth, parted in a scream that’s now beyond human hearing, small bolts of lighting sew his teeth together.

Through sheer force of his own will, the face of Shouki no Kami’s cockpit begins to slide closed, just as he hears Dottore announce 100% compatibility.

As the face plates slam shut, the overwhelming sensation of raw power suddenly cuts out and Scaramouche slumps over, held up only by his connection to the tubes in his back. His face nearly collided with the doors in front of him but he stops his descent with his hands, and the sockets in his back pull ominously.

The blessed silence lasts for exactly a minute before being replaced by a strange mechanical sound, almost like a bell ringing.

He lifts his head weakly, turning from side to side to find the source, until he realizes it’s coming from inside his head.

“Wh-” he begins, but is cut off as a clicking noise interrupts him, replacing the ringing with a cordial-sounding voice.

“Hello, who’s speaking?”

“H- hey! Who the hell are you?! I demand to know how you’re speaking to me right now!”

There’s silence for a moment before the voice responds.

“Uh, well, you called me, dude. And I asked first.”

A million thoughts run through Scaramouche’s head as he braces his hands against the face plates of the cockpit, pushing himself back upright with a noise of frustration.

“Do you even know who I am? When I find out who you are I will put an end to your insignificant insect life- wait, what do you mean I called you?”

“... You… You called me, and I answered…” The voice says hesitantly, a tone of amusement filtering into their words. “That’s how calling usually works, right?”

Scaramouche rubs his temples, shaking his head. “I… called you? I don't even know who you are. How did you get in my head?”

“... in your- you know what? This is weird, dude. I’m gonna hang up now.”

“Wait!” Scaramouche blurts out before he can even realize he’s done it. “Don’t… don’t go! At least tell me who you are?”

The silence is deafening, and for a moment Scaramouche is sure he’s been left alone, and then the voice returns…

… Saying the name of Teyvat’s overarching deity. Greater than the Archons. Greater than Celestia. Greater than even the Traveller, who originated from beyond this world.

Incredulous, Scaramouche repeats after you, following up with: “Is- is that right? That’s your name?”

“... Yes? Should it not be?”

Scaramouche lets out a peal of elated laughter, the tubes in his back rattling with the movement. Unbelievable. He did it! He attained godhood beyond even the power of the Archons; he made direct contact with the Divine Creator themself!

“Your Grace! I can’t believe it. It’s me! It’s Scaramouche, the Balladeer, Sixth Harbinger of the Fatui! I can’t even begin to fathom that you deigned answer to my call!”

“Scaramouche? Like from the game?” the voice asks. “Is this some kind of prank?”

“Wait, no, please! No, I swear this isn’t a joke, please believe me! I’ve worked so hard to get to this point, I deserve your recognition!” A hint of desperation bleeds into his voice, and his fists clench where they’re pressed into the walls of the Shouki no Kami’s cockpit. A second passes with no response and a pathetic cry escapes his lips. “Please… not you, too…”

His shoulders and the tubes shake with the force of his muffled sobs, air he doesn’t truly need catching in his throat. He lets his head fall forward, colliding with the metal panels with a dull noise.

“Listen, I’m not sure I believe you,” the voice returns. “But you sound really bad, man. Please don’t cry or anything, okay? I’m kinda in the middle of something right now but I’ll call you back in a bit. If this is some kind of RP thing or whatever, I swear…”

Scaramouche feels it, the second communication is cut. It leaves a void in his skull, right behind his ears, and the silence that once filled the cockpit is replaced with the mechanical whir of the Shouki no Kami, and the metallic sound of hammering.

He swallows and rubs his eyes roughly, scrubbing any trace of tears and briefly thanking the powers that be for having made him a puppet, to exist without the embarrassing functions of blushing or having bloodshot eyes.

He grumbles and looks down at the heel of his palms, noticing that he’d wiped some blood as well. He checks his nose, finding it to be the source, and messily wipes it clean before willing the cockpit’s face plates to open.

Outside, a frantic team of Fatui engineers cheer and hastily pull the doors open, and Dottore pokes his head into the space, seemingly both relieved and intrigued at Scaramouche’s state.

“Well well, my little friend,” Dottore drawls, a shark-like smile spreading across his face. “The god machine, as well as you, has been unresponsive for just under twenty-four hours. We’d nearly feared that we lost you.”

Scaramouche glares at him with a sneer. “You seem so terribly broken up about it. I’m touched by your show of concern."

Dottore doesn’t reply, only acquiescing with a hum. Around him, the engineers are taking stock of the robot’s state and functions, jotting down notes and observing the puddle of Scaramouche’s blood, the evidence of which is still drying on his face.

“Tell me, was the synchronization a success?” the Doctor finally asks, barely holding back a flinch when Scaramouche’s head flies up to face him with a feral grin.

“More than a success,” he raves, his hand coming up to touch the side of his head. “With just a bit more practice, I will ascend higher than even Celestia itself!”

Dottore hides his uncertainty well, but Scaramouche’s eyes are sharper than they were before, and his grin widens at the sight of the Doctor’s expression.

“Very well, let us conclude the test now, then.” Dottore announces, motioning for the technicians around him to disconnect Scaramouche from the machine.

“No.” Scaramouche says, maintaining eye contact with Dottore and remaining stock still as he sends a pulse of electro running down his body, giving a violent shock to any of the technicians who’d been unfortunately too close.

“... No?” Dottore asks with a stiff smile.

“I want to stay connected with the machine,” Scaramouche declares. “Isn’t this the goal? Shouldn’t I spend as much time attuning to the divine energy, so that I may become the perfect god? This is what you designed it for, after all, right?"

Dottore remains silent, with that same plastic smile on his face.

“Very well,” he says curtly. “The Lord Balladeer may remain inside the god-machine. Resume monitoring and record signs of changes.”

The Doctor turns on his heel and steps lightly out of the room before Scaramouche could annoy him further. That suits Scaramouche just fine, as well. He settles back into the cockpit, willing the face plates closed until he’s in solitude once more. He stares at the small puddle of his own blood on the floor; his normal reddish oil-blood mixing with vibrant, glowing purple.

He leans back into the mess of tubes, and smirks.

He’ll eagerly await your next contact.

#genshin sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin self aware au #genshin isekai #sagau cult au #genshin scaramouche #sagau scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #sagau x reader #seabird.txt #aka shouki no kami is a giant god walkietalkie au #Voice of God AU

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justalittleficsideblog · 11 months

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I loved the fics of mammon and Satan protecting mc from creepy demons!! could you do one with Lucifer?? That would be amazing thank you!

Hello my dear anon! I hope this meets your expectations! Thank you so much for support of my other works <3

Lucifer - An impromptu ballroom dance leads to something else

wk - 1.5k

warnings: None!

Classical music rang through your ears as you side stepped into the banquet with Lucifer. His arm politely grasped onto yours, being ever the proper gentleman as you floated over towards Diavolo and what you assumed to be the human world equivalent of nobility.

Exceptionally dressed and demon forms on display, the nobles were quite an intimidating looking bunch.

And you and Lucifer were headed, straight. Towards. Them.

“Ah… lucifer..”

“Easy. This entire thing is more of a showoff from Diavolo. You being here and showing face is important for RAD,” he chides. Despite his remark, he looked unsettled himself. Without his brothers around he felt a unnerved at the mass of demons that seemed to be eyeing you like some sort of prize mare.

He would have to be careful, it’s not that he thought he wouldn’t be able to protect you, oh no. However, he knew tonight would demand much of his attention, and without Mammon or Beelzebub here to act as a chaperone… it made him nervous. He could only hope Barbatos would attempt to divert his attention away from his young lord and keep an eye on you.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit of fluttering build up from his stomach to his chest as you squeezed in a bit closer to him as the crowd became denser. Like he was your source of strength.

“Ah!,” the future king himself exclaimed as they neared. “Welcome, Lucifer! MC!”

After making introductions with the nobles, you decided to try some of the desert options that were out. Barbatos’ cooking was exceptional, and you would hate to miss the chance to compliment his efforts for such a grand event.

Slipping away from Lucifer, who nodded at you when you skipped over towards the table, you surveyed the options in front of you.

Finally deciding on what looked like a fancy, gothic éclair, you reached towards it with a plate in your hand. A clawed hand brushed yours, causing you to jolt back in surprise.

“My apologies!” you flushed, hoping your manners were up to par with what was expected here.

A deep, raspy chuckle came from the demon, “There is no need for that. It seems we have similar taste in fine baked goods, hmm?” His voice was melancholic, deep, and enticing with the way he slurred his vowels.

“I dare say I agree,” you joked back, snatching the éclair and placing it onto your plate. “I never see people eat here enough at things like this.” You gestured towards the vast sea of people.

The demon hummed in agreement, “Barbatos’ cooking is not something to be taken lightly. His baked goods are the stuff of legends.” His movements were snake-like, quick and reflexive.

Suddenly, a light, cheery violin piece began playing. Couples and demons took to the floor, glasses of demonous abandoned to the waiters and on tabletops as they took to dancing.

“Do you care for a dance?” the tall demon raised an eyebrow in your direction, his void-black features reflecting off of his jeweled horns that draped down the sides of his face.

“As fun as it looks,” you sighed. “I cannot say that I’m particularly gifted in that department.”

“Come,” he beckoned, an arm outstretched. “A pretty thing such as yourself should not be a wallflower.”

You looked around for Lucifer, feeling nervous and almost vulnerable without his presence. Deciding it would be rude to decline, you nodded your head and grasped his massive fingers on your own as you took to the floor.

The music has changed its course, faster now than before. You felt the demon encircle a hand around your waist, pulling you in closer. You shivered when you felt one of his claws lazily dragging across your back, digging into your spine.

“I must say,” he started, spinning you around and catching you, his face suddenly very near your own. “You smell even sweeter up close.”

He twirled you, the rush of it making you dizzy for a moment, pushing your hand onto his chest to stabilize yourself.

The rush of warm breath on your neck made you shiver. You jolted back, this wasn’t Lucifer. He may have the same suave movements and rippling power that emanates off of him, but this was not your Lucifer.

“I think that concludes the song,” you chuckled nervously, eyes scanning the crowd for Lucifer. They landed on Barbatos instead, your eyes widening.

Come on Barbatos, help me out here!

He merely bowed his head slightly before blending into the crowd.

“Now, where are you running off so quick?” His clawed hands grip your wrist tightly, his body towering over yours as he cupped your chin in his hands. You noticed his cape was slightly obscuring your view. The sudden feeling of claustrophobia overtook you, your breaths coming ragged as he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your neck, moving up, up, up..

“Mind if I cut in?”

You froze solid, eyes darting up towards one of the most powerful demons in the devildom. You scrambled back, realizing the position that this demon had put you in.

Shit! Did Lucifer really think that…!

“I do mind, actually.” The demon stood taller, obviously irked that someone had intervened with his plaything. “We actually were just—”

“My sincerest apologies, Lord. But I can assure you that you will not be continuing with them tonight,” Lucifer’s voice was calm, cool even. But his stance was scary, his wings flared and eyes burning with untapped aggression as he locked into the other demons.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, goosebumps running across your back as he placed his gloved hand between your shoulder blades. You had never seen him this ruthless, even with his brothers.

Before the demon could make a scene with Lucifer, he tugged you deeper into the dance floor. One hand resting politely on the side of your hip and the other clasping your hand he led you in a gentle waltz alongside the other couples.

“I do apologize,” he sighed, eyes downcast. “I had hoped that me being here would divert some attention away from you but—”

“Lucifer, how did you even know where I was?” you were puzzled, you had searched the crowd for him recklessly, but you had only seen…..ah.

“Barbatos.”

He nodded. “He quickly alerted me to the situation.” He gently led you in a twirl, “I am truly sorry, I should’ve kept a better eye on you.”

“I’m alright, Lucifer. I just wanted to be away from the crowd a bit and well… I guess the desert table is not safe from creeps, either.”

His gaze hardened, a frown appearing on his face as he gently trailed a thumb along your jaw and down your neck, where he must’ve seen the demon… uh… making his moves. You shivered.

As the dance went on, you now had your back placed against his chest, arms crossed as he delicately held your form. You noticed his wings were curved in towards you a bit, the feathers tickling your sides.

“Relax, Lucifer. No one here is going to eat me.” You brushed a wing away from you.

“I just might.”

The hall suddenly spun, now upside down in your vision. You gazed up, realizing Lucifer had lifted your leg up as well, hugging it close to his side.

“Lucifer..” you whispered, hands clasped around his neck.

“When I saw his hands on your body, on your face, I was ready to tear him limb from limb. If Diavolo hadn’t made me snap out of it in time…,” he trailed off as he stared down at you through his thick lashes, bringing you back up again.

His hands cupped the sides of your face, and they met your own as you cradled his hands against your flushed cheeks.

“Pride may be my sin, MC. But you might truly be my demise,” he leaned dangerously close to you. He winced, almost like he was in pain at your proximity.

“Let’s go to the balcony,” you needed the rush of cool air to settle your nerves. He led you to the terrace, his wings gently surrounding you as the wind caught your hair. Ever the protector, he was.

Your elbows landed on the railing, breathing in the night air deeply as you felt Lucifer’s gaze on you. Feelings be damned, you grabbed his gloved hand and slowly removed his attire. Bringing his knuckles to your mouth you gently kissed the back of his hand, your own thumb gently rubbing against his calloused one.

“Juts be thankful there were no females asking you to dance, Lucifer,” you brushed your shoulder past him. “Things would’ve gotten really ugly.”

Grinning, you walked back into the party, leaving behind quite the flustered Lucifer leaning against the railing, his wings sagging a bit as he felt his face scorch.

#lucifer x reader #obey me x reader #shall we date #obey me #barbatos x reader #i rlly love barbatos as some sneaky lil guy #this idea lowkey slammed me in the middle of work fr #isk why just did

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dreampurpledreams · 10 months

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𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘼 𝙂𝙮𝙢 𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝

Synopsis: Self-explanatory.

Warnings: Bakugou is completely and utterly smitten with you, as he should be🥴. Light cursing. one mention of the N-word. I'm black do not worry

A/N: Send in requests please. I literally have nothing else to do.

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MHA M.List Main M.List Navi

- Doesn't notice you at first

- probably heard about you from Kirishima

-"Bro, did you see the new girl in the gym?"

-"Idc about some girl, moron."

-"But she's so hot tho, and-"

-"So what?? I'm not gonna let some pretty face distract me, I'm only here to do one thing, and that doesn't include girls"

-Kirishima gives up on talking about you

-Everyone else talks about you too, though

-annoys him, now he doesn't want to meet you just to prove he's better than everyone else

- goes to the gym one morning and sees everyone huddled up

-they're all in his way

- "Move out of my way before I light all your asses up, the gym isn't a place to socialize bastards"

- everyone disperses to reveal you: repping out 45s on back squat

- and he really can't help if his eyes gravitate to that fat-

- "thank you for that" you had racked the bar and you were looking at him through the mirror

- realizes he was caught staring, and is low-key embarrassed

-so you know how this boi handles that

- He walks right past you without acknowledging you, as if you don't exist

- after that he starts to notice you everywhere.

- he's getting dumbbells, you are too

- He's getting on the treadmills, the only open spot is one next to you

-starts getting distracted, and it pisses him off, so he starts coming late at night instead of early in the morning

- lord you have ruined this whole Bois schedule

- low and behold, he comes to the gym, 11 o'clock, and sees only one other person. What are the odds it's you

- decides to just ignore you and proceeds with his workout

Bakugou was gradually getting pissed off. How dare you interrupt his workout. Coming to the gym at the same time as him, looking all good and-.

"Get it together Bakugou."

He turned up his music, turned up the speed on the treadmill. Trying to distract himself. He looked over at you, you were racking up your weights, just finishing your squat. Something was kind of…attractive…, about seeing you obliterate those weights the way you did. How you pushed yourself, even on the days it was obvious you didn't want to work. The shape of your butt when you went down. He wanted to be behind you, his hands on your waist, guiding your body as you bent your knees, and allowed the weight to crush you, Catching it with your legs. You could probably crush him with those...thighs.

No,

"Focus Bakugou, she's not even that cute".

Oh but you were. With that body, cut and toned , as if you lived in the gym. How could your waist be snatched like that while your as-. And your hair, so intricately designed. It looked as if it took hours. He knew it did. He would never admit it but, he looked it up when he got home one night. Intrigued. Not wanting to actually acknowledge the fact he was thinking about you. Not just in the gym but everywhere.

Like how when he saw Mina, it reminded him of a picture you posted on your Instagram(that he didn't follow,but constantly looked at) . Your hair was all out, fluffed and it looked so soft he wanted to reach through the screen and touch it. You had captioned it, "Wash day✨🙈". Or the time he was shopping, and saw that brown shirt that perfectly matched the shade of your skin. He only bought it because he liked it, the decision had nothing to do with you.

Turning up the speed for the third time, Bakugou ran. Hard. Maybe he could outrun these thoughts he kept having. This longing to reach out. Get to know you. He didn't need any distractions. But damn, did you make him want to break all his rules. Maybe just this one time..

"Hi, ___________________ bench?" Bakugou was so enraptured in his thoughts, he didn't see you walk up to him. Didn't feel you tap him. And he definitely didn't hear what you just said.

"Huh?", he responded, removing his earbud from his ear.

"Sorry, I'm [Name], and I was wondering if when you're finished with that, would you spot me on bench?"

Your voice was just as angelic as you looked. And It made his heart flutter, or could that have been your lips. Full and brown, with a pink shade towards the center. And it could have easily been the way you looked up at him, with those eyes. Looking into his, unafraid and filled with question.

But what effected him the most, was the anger in your eyes when he responded with a curt,

"No"

,and continued running, as if you weren't there. The drop in his stomach. And what scared him , was the way he wanted to apologize, say sorry, take it all back, just to see you smile at him again. And not the smile you were giving him right now, that was so obviously fake as you said

"Okay that's fine :)"

,and walked off.

"Idiot", Bakugou muttered to himself. Oh well, he really didn't need any distractions. He put his headphones back on and attempted to run for a couple more minutes. Still thinking about you, and the interaction from earlier, Bakugou just decided to call it quits, and Try again tomorrow.

As Bakugou gathered his things, he heard small, breathy noises. Almost as if… someone was.. crying. Bakugou whipped around and there you were, lying on your back, trying to stop the weight of the bar from crushing your chest. Bakugou ran over to you and quickly helped you rack the bar. Jesus, was it heavy. "Thanks, that bar almost took me out", you joked. You thought this was funny? What kinda psychotic-. As you sat up, trying to catch your breath, Bakugou let you have it.

"ARE YOU AN IDIOT. YOU MUST HAVE A DEATH WISH??. YOU DUMBASS. YOU CANT LIFT THAT !!YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY ALMOST DYING, MORONS LIKE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE IN THE GYM."

"Excuse me".

Bakugou watched as your demeanor shifted from relaxed to furious all in a matter of seconds. You stood up. Looked him in his eye. And got right up in his face.

"First of all, I asked you for help, and you said no. What you thought I wasn't going to work out just because you wanted to be an asshole?. Naw Nigga I don't need you. And second of all, I don't know who you think you are, but you must have lost your ever-lovin' mind if you think you're gonna talk to me just any kinda way. Boy you are outchyo tree. So you better fix it before I fix it for you."

Bakugou just stared.

"Jeez, got me in here acting a fool." Bakugou stood there for a minute. Trying to process the fact that you had just talked to him the way you did. He was shocked. And kind of turned on. Bakugou Laughed.

"I don't see what's funny."

He watched as you pouted, clearly not angry anymore. He found it cute how quickly you could change moods. And it only intensified his desire to get to know you. Before he could lose his nerve, Bakugou snatched your phone.(a/n: lemme tell you, 'ass. whoopin.)

"Boy, gimme my stuff back"

"Hold on, I'm doin' somethin'."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Okay don't nothin take that long, gimme my stuff back now."

"Calm down woman, here".

Bakugou watched your face, looking for signs of rejection or disgust, as you looked at "Bakugou 😏" typed into your phone along with his number. "I didn't ask you for this" you said, but the smirk on your face revealed to him your joking nature. "You didn't have to, you obviously need a workout partner, and since you've been following me around like a fan girl, I decided to do you a favor. If you're going to insist on being a stalker you might as well do it with my permission", Bakugou said, smirking back at you. "Boy ain't nobody following you, I came here tonight because you always have your eyes on me, tracking my every move." Bakugou flushed red.

"What you thought I didn't notice??Boy you ain't it as slick as you think you are" you told him, and there was the sexy ass smirk again.

"Whatever, text me or don't, your choice" the blonde hair boy said, walking away.

Walking back to the dorms Bakugou was a little disheartened, as to how you didn't say anything back to him on the way out. "Well" he thought to himself "I don't need any distractions anyway". But he sure forgot that when he heard the ping is his pocket, and opened up his phone to see a message from an unknown number.

(___)___ ____

12:47am

Working out this late ain't it, maybe day after tomorrow we can go early, like usual

You

12:47am

6:00am

Don't be late

Gym Hottie🙄

12:48am

Okay, I'll be there

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itjazzbicch · 5 months

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Special Assignment

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Fem Reader

First time writing for Kakashi, so I hope I did well!

Summary: Being Kakashi's advisor now that he is Hokage, the reader does a lot for him as the job is tough; annoyed by one of his breaks where he's reading his favorite books, and her smart remarks end up earning her a special assignment...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!), choking, rough sex, orgasm control, pleasurable crying, dumbification

Word Count: 1.5k

"Thank you for bringing me these documents. Lord Sixth is handling some important business, but I'll ensure he gets them."

Kakashi's lucky I'm not just his advisor but also his best friend, or I'd be dropping these stacks of paper on the ground. He didn't even leave his office! Just sitting back reading his Icha Icha book!

"And thank you, his advisor," Looking up from his book briefly, I rolled my eyes:

"You're welcome."

"That's not the right kind of attitude to have when you have so much work piled up," He toyed, dodging the paper I went to bap his head with.

"This is your work, not mine! Be grateful!" I growled, sitting and organizing the paperwork, "If you're going to kick back and read, at least read a different book or something."

"But I like this one,"

"Hm, wonder why..."

"...."

Side-eyeing each other, I began to work, clicking my pen and mumbling:

"Guess you have to read about sex when you're not good at it."

I didn't look but could feel his eyes on me for a while. The paperwork didn't take up too much of my time; I sped through it, bringing the stack over to his desk:

"Hate interrupting your reading session, but these need your signature."

"Sure," Finally putting the book down, he signed every single one, scratching his head as he thanked, "I do appreciate you handling that while I took a break, Y/N. Thank you."

"It's not a problem," I sighed, turning and returning the papers, "Think it's time for a break of my own."

"I have one more assignment for you, though," Swinging in his chair to face me, he was smirking under his mask as I groaned and huffed:

"Let me guess? More paperwork you don't want to do?"

Suddenly, he turned into smoke. A shadow clone? I was here with him the whole time! When did he make a shadow clone?!

"On your back or bent over. I'll let you choose." He was behind me, his whisper sending chills down my spine.

"Kakashi-"

"I heard your smart little remark earlier," I figured as much but didn't expect him to take me seriously, swallowing a breath as his voice was filled with dark desires, "So, do you accept your assignment?"

"Oh, Kakashi," I had to laugh off the nerves a little, unable to stop the tiny spark I felt from turning into a wildfire. It was too late to turn back, and I didn't want to; glancing at him in the corner of my eye, "I accept."

The confidence in my eyes disappeared with the shadow clone that I thought was him behind me, blindsided yet again, but this time, it was him who took me by the back of the neck, his kiss so hot that it made me gasp.

"Still haven't made up your mind yet?" Kissing with his tongue, I only focused on how he tasted, forgetting what he was talking about till he picked my leg, making me fall onto his desk, "I'll choose then. Besides, I want to see the look on your face when I make you eat your words."

"I really pissed you off, huh?" I whispered, always mesmerized by his handsome face as he had taken his mask off, falling hard for the side of him I never knew, swiping my panties from under my skirt, "Come and prove me wrong."

"You have an assignment you should be worried about," He warned, hand squeezing and trailing up my thigh as I asked curiously:

"What is the main objective for this assignment of mine anyway?"

Taking two fingers and gliding through my wet heat had me biting at my lip, placing his thumb on my clit while pushing into my soppy cunt, pumping a speed that increased with his words:

"We are in my office, so you can't be loud, and you can't cum till I say you can."

His fingers worked against every spot he could reach, attacking my sweet spots strategically, his thumb still working my clit, up and down, round and round till it was raw and throbbing, making me moan out:

"'Kay, Kakashi!"

"Ah ah ah," His tongue clicked, those dark eyes coming down to mine, "Didn't I just tell you not to be loud?"

"S-Sorry," I whispered, moaning hollowly, eyes squeezing shut in sequence with my thighs. Still, it didn't slow his hand down for even a second; my lip trapped between my teeth again as I began clenching around his fingers, having to hold back my orgasm, creating a complex pulsation.

"You poor thing, struggling already, and I'm only using my fingers," He loved to tease me, his tongue along my ear adding to the pleasure that was already too much, "I bet it's hard to hold back when it feels so good."

"Shit-" I hissed through my teeth, the bubble in my core expanding wide, wiggling against the desk as I tried to keep it from bursting, whispering as I found his gaze with water glistening in mine, "Kakashi-"

"Hmm, you do listen after all," Curling his fingers upward and wiggling, ramming up on my clit hard, he finally said what I wanted to hear, "Cum."

Shutting my mouth with my fist, I was gnawing on my knuckles, the relief like a weight off my shoulders as I came, creaming and slicking his hand, feeling myself dripping against my thighs and down to my ass.

Kakashi wasn't going to take it easy on me, still panting and dying for air as he spread my legs wider, my skirt leaving so he could have the open view of the mess I was just from his hand.

"Good thing you took care of all those papers on my desk," Chuckling and leaning down to me, he moved my fist from my mouth, snatching my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head, his free hand between us, releasing his cock, the tip circling my clamping hole, "What a tight, little thing. Practically begging me to fuck you."

"P-Please?"

That put a no-good smile on his face. He won and proved me wrong. My beg was proof of victory, but he still had more he wanted to prove, still toying with me:

"You sure? I thought you said I wasn't good at it."

A small gust of wind tickled my burning skin, his cock nearly tearing me apart, hips smacking into mine to make me take every inch, the strength behind it jolting my whole body, whining out:

"I was wrong!"

"I said, be quiet," Quickly glancing to the door, it was locked, thankfully, but he still wasn't satisfied with me just yet, letting go of my wrists to snatch my throat; I could still breathe, but my moans were trapped, and it sent my head spiraling. I was so full, his cock not showing any mercy, stretching me out just for his cock to slam back deep, the hits against my sweet spot making me clench up harder each time.

The way I wanted to scream but couldn't was killing me. Legs aching and shaking, cock drunk, and eyes stuck on that sexy face, that being the only thing from holding back another looming orgasm while he rocked my body with thrusts.

"Struggling again?" Noticing how focused I was on him, he let go of my throat to let me speak, not expecting me to say:

"Kiss me?"

Giving me a soft smile, his lips met mine rather softly despite his cock showing no mercy, pulling my hips off the edge more to hammer in faster, our kiss soon broken up by my tongue:

"You. So. G-goo, good-ngh!"

My mouth hung open, out of my mind as he had fucked me till I was stupid, a string of drool falling from the corner of my mouth, convulsing as my vision began blacking out, heart pounding in my head, and the dam that held my orgasm not able to hold up for much longer.

"I know," His lips felt so hot against my neck, holding my hips and bottoming out, his whisper a blessing upon me, "Cum."

"Oh fuck-" Every sense I could take in started rushing into me, my back suddenly snapping into an arch, tears searing in my eyes as I instinctively latched around him, mushing my face in his chest to muffle my salacious scream, "Kakashi!"

"Damn," He was panting softly, grunting as we could hear the squelching around his cock, my thighs suddenly soaked, dripping down to the desk and floor, slowly spreading my legs to see the mess his cock was still working in, slowing down each thrust.

"I...." My temple was coated in sweat, so hard to breathe, and I felt so heavy, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I started to cry, "I've never came so hard before."

Rubbing my back softly helped me ease down, his thumb cleaning my cheeks, "Quite obvious you've never been with someone as good as me."

That was a fact, and I surely wasn't going to make fun of his skill in the future after that; I nodded as I hugged him, "Never."

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softlymaximoff · 1 year

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Own My Mind

18+ ONLY! MEN & MINORS DNI (blank blogs will be blocked you do not have my permission to republish my work onto any platform.

A/N: listen to the song, lyrics are in italics

Summary: Wanda is one of the many supernatural beings hiding out in the outskirts of town. Ranking her position as a female priest in the community church, she gets a surprise visit from an enemy who slowly becomes her new favourite religion.

Characters: Dark!Priest!Wanda, Gn!Reader

Warnings: religion talk both good and bad (?), mentions of death, magic play, mind control, mind manipulation, semi-dubcon (if you squint), dumbification, branding, fingering (r receiving), choking.

Word Count: 1.5k

You had never really considered yourself to be a religious person. You father always telling you that the only religion you’ll be practicing is hunting down those supernatural beings. For years you had been praised for your captures and relied solely on his constant affirmations. There wasn’t ever a time where you thought you would become the captured. The hunter became the hunted.

It was the particularly odd shaped cathedral-like shelter, a little off the grid from everyone else that reeled your curiosities in. At first you thought nothing but an abandoned church, you know the usual old stained glass panels, a few of them cracked from the soft kisses of the unforgiving weather. Marble floors that had a pearl shimmer all throughout and last but most certainly not least, a single candle lit up at the altar.

“You shouldn’t be snooping, hunter” the voice was cold, shallow and grey. “No, I'm not even superstitious, but I'm feeling you're something vicious” you replied in a similar tone and chills littered your skin. “What’s a hunter doing in an outcast zone” a brunette came out into the light and the first thing that caught your eye was the small cross dangling from her neck. Something not uncommon to the supernatural. A yearning for sense of normalcy fell upon most of these beings and who were you to judge honestly. Feeling a little cocky you decide to stalk her further into her little hiding spot and mumble out a snarky remark. “Well, I don't know your secrets, I'm no visionary, I don't know your story, but I like what I see”

“Oh you’re quite the talker? Say have you ever been on your knees for the lord above?” Her green eyes glimmered in the fractured light and your breath hitched. “I’m a hunter for things like you. I don’t believe in religion. Things like you shouldn’t exist” you mumbled and stepped back as she finally came out in a strip of pink and red stained light. “Oh but we do. We have been for years. On the contrary, things like you shouldn’t exist. What kind of human finds the desire to hunt another living being. That surely isn’t a being of our father” she eyed you predatorily and you stumbled back.

“Come here Sundays and you’ll see just what you’re missing out on. That truly is Gods creation. Meet me by Lucifer’s statue at the back of the cathedral, Sunday at 9” she finished off and exited the room, her eyes casting you one last red-hued glance.

That was seven months ago.

By now you had been coming every week to entertain this community and things had been tense in the beginning. Three weeks after joining community hall, your father had gone missing and not once had the woman -you now knew as Wanda- mentioned your father. It shouldn’t have raised concerns as the two of you never really spoke about family until she had mentioned a specific detail that made you freeze.

“You what?!” You whisper yelled as she shushed you with a hand over your mouth. “Shut the fuck up and don’t act all surprised” she growled and pulled you out of the busy community hall. “Wanda you can’t just tell me this and expect me to be okay with it!” You ripped yourself away from her hold and pushed against her chest. Her eyes narrowed and turned their deep red as you fought against her. “Calm down. Let me explain” she threatened and your mind loosened it’s grip on reality a little bit.

This was another thing she had slowly begun doing as you hung out more with these communities. Every now than again she would turn your mind just that little more dumb and you couldn’t help but submit under those velvet orbs. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, you might be the answer to the sinner in me” she traced a delicate finger along your arm and you shuddered. “Your father was getting awfully close to figuring us out. The supernatural doesn’t have to be feared. Our father above loves us for who we are, not for what we aren’t” she stilled her voice her eyes turned a darker red.

“Wha- Wanda no. That’s not how life works you can’t- you can’t just kill someone because you don’t like them!” you replied incredulously and she brought her hands up to your neck, resting one along your jaw and one behind your head. “Oh but we can. You see, in our world, it’s survival of the fittest my angel. You father just wasn’t fit enough” she shrugged innocently and tangled her fingers in your hair, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your neck.

With her magic slowly seeping into your mind, your knees buckled against hers and she kept you up with the hand around your neck. “So easy to tease. Little toy has such a sinners tongue. Tell me what you've been missing darling” she sucked her mark below your jaw and you whined throwing your head back for easier access. “You, always you” You whimpered when you felt her magic toying with your clit. “Do I own your mind Y/n” she pushed further and your mind was quite possibly going blank.

“Own my mind, yes, always please, Wanda” you were helpless as she continued her ministrations and you were so far in a haze that you didn’t realise her hands were burning a brand onto your hip. “Beautiful toy. All mine. My mind, my body, my pussy. All mine” she pulled back and admired the little crown symbol she seared into your skin and it was only when she ran her thumb over it you realised her work.

That was the first time she has ever mentioned you being hers. You had just found out about your father’s miseries and here the killer was making you completely submit to her. With a burst of confidence and slight anger towards the woman, you shook your head and pushed off her. “Wanda we can’t- I’m still new here” You heaved she she shushed you again, her eyes returning to their natural green. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re mine Y/n. Whether you like it or not”

It took months for you to get over the initial shock of it all. How can a religious being, let alone the position of a female priest be such a sinner in the walls of the cathedral. It didn’t make sense to you but the moment you stepping in the marble room on Sundays, your mind slowly began to slip away. You knew it was all Wanda, it was always Wanda. You were captivated by her presence, her soul, her magic. She was your angel in a dark and twisted realm. She was entirely yours and as much as you hate it, you were completely devoted to her.

Sooner rather than later, you looked forward to Sundays and actually stayed longer to learn about all other supernatural entities that used the church-like building to entertain their own higher power. “Quiet down or I'll make you" her voice was low and breathless as you choked back a few tears. She had edged you on for hours during this particular Sunday morning in the church and now she was finally finishing you off in the confessions box. Nimble fingers ever so slightly dancing in the air as her spell went straight to your cunt. No one paid any mind to her magic as this was the usual supernatural practices.

Years and years of shallow hiding and sneaking around brought you to this very moment. Witches, Lycans, Vampires and other supernatural beings all gathered around community hall to say their prayers to their higher power. So yes, magic hands? Nothing unusual, nothing mind shattering. That was until she locked eyes on you your first day partaking this weekly event and completely took over you from then on.

"Wanda please" You whined as she once again ghosted her fingertips just over your clit. "Oh baby, I'm prayin at your altar if you know what I mean" she smirked and kissed your clit quickly, the action causing you to snap your hips up. “I wanna hear you say it" she pouted and continued her teasing assault on your cunt. A rough cry of frustration escaped your lips as she pulled back completely and stood up to face you. "Do I own your mind Y/n" she murmured in the silence of the church.

Your knees buckled as a hand came around your neck and applied just enough pressure to get your mind hazy. “You know I just gotta have it, I'll make your body a habit, you know there's some kind of magic" she spoke quietly at the shell of your ear and sucked a deliberate mark along the bottom of your jaw. "You own my mind, Wanda, always, always forever and always I- Wanda please let me cum" you screwed your eyes shut and she slipped two fingers in at your confession and gave you the okay.

Yeah, maybe Sunday wasn't made to be the day for rest. At least not in this town, Sundays are to dance with the devil and kiss her on the lips.

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thomasisaslut · 6 months

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Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger

Mutual Masturbation — KTober

Word Count: 1.5k

Includes: Mutual Masturbation, Mating Bonds, Nipple Play, Anal, Anal Fingering, Inappropriate use of Azriel’s shadows, Desk-Sex, Dom/Sub.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50896792

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1390441949-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥-𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧-𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚-𝐱

Being a High Lord was much harder than Eris has ever expected, currently, he was crammed at his desk with mounds of paperwork surrounding him. There were piles upon the desk, beside it, in front, everywhere.

Eris sighed and lent back in his stiff, maroon chair—it was more like a tiny throne than anything—as he scanned another letter, this one was from the High Lord of the Summer Court—Tarquin. Eris has learned to like him, after forming an alliance between the Day, Night, and Autumn Court he wanted in, so, naturally he was going to talk to him—Eris just didn’t expect to enjoy the conversations.

Feyre was right, he was easily lovable.

He chuckles at the memory of Rhysand brooding in jealousy from the dark-skinned male, it truly was a funny sight to see him so riled—even if he didn’t like the glares he got from him in the process.

“What are you thinking about?” Azriel’s voice purred through his head, Eris feels some of his shadows swirling around his ankles.

“Oh nothing.” Eris replies back mentally, sending a smiling expression down the bond.

“Mmm… are you sure? I heard Tarquin and Rhys’ name quite a lot, little fox.” Azriel almost sounded jealous, it causes Eris to laugh again. “Something funny?”

“No, just in a good mood.” Eris lies, it was easily seen through—well—read through?

“Liar.” Azriel shoots him an image of him rolling his eyes.

Eris watches as the shadows crawl up his legs, creeping from his ankles to his thighs before tightly squeezed them.

“I am.” Eris smirks. “What are your little shadows doing?” He asks through the mating bond.

“Waiting.” Azriel growls, it sends a tingle down Eris’ spine.

“For what, spymaster?” Eris replied.

“You.”

The shadows around his thighs grip tighter by the sound of Azriel’s voice, as if his hands were there—leaving deep marks on Eris’ pale skin. He can’t help but feel aroused.

“Me? For what purpose?” Eris teases.

“You know why.”

“Do I?” Eris sends a vulgar gesture down the bond—imagining to be thrusting Azriel’s cock with his hand.

It takes a moment before Azriel retorts. “That is exactly why.”

Eris could feel Azriel’s own arousal through the bond, he could feel the way his cock throbbed before fulling becoming erect.

“Do you need me, Az?”

“No. You need me.” He groans down the bond.

In a second, the shadows that were once around Eris’ thighs move higher, now slowly stroking his tenting cock—teasingly.

“Az.” Eris whimpers down the bond, sending an image of what he wants to happen—Eris’ hands free, the only clothes on being his laurel wreath-like crown, the shadows stroking his cock whilst some are buried deep in his hot core.

“Oh? That’s what you want, little fox?” Azriel smirks on the other side of the mating bond. “Then you shall have it.”

His thighs tremble as the shadows strip off his clothes, slowly, teasingly. His shoes are removed first, then his pants and boxers. The dark shadows work diligently—quickly stripping Eris of all of his clothes but his High Lord crown.

“Beautiful.” Azriel whispers through the bond. “Finger yourself or else you get no preparation.”

“I don’t have oil in my office, Shadowsinger.” Eris sends an image of him rolling his eyes.

“Then make some.”

Eris sighs but instantly understands what Azriel means, they have used spit as lube before—now would be no different.

Slowly, Eris brings his index and middle to his mouth, sucking on them until they’re drenched in his saliva, he then brings the two fingers to his rear—Azriel’s shadows guiding his hand to his hole—before sliding them in. Eris moans.

“Fucking perfect, all on display.” Azriel purrs. “And just for me, your mate.”

“Y-Yes…” Eris begins to thrust his fingers in and out of his needy hole. “Just for you, Az.” He sends down the bond.

“Good.”

It takes a few more minutes of Eris fingering himself before Azriel finally states he’s ready. Eris withdraws his hand, slowly placing it on the desk before him—not caring that he knocked over all of the paperwork on his desk.

The shadows move him onto his back, laying him against the dark, hardwood table before they wrap around his cock, they give it a few experimental strokes before more form around his ass.

Gently, the shadows slide in, slowly thrusting along the way.

“Look at yourself, getting fucked by my shadows…” Eris gets sent an image of Azriel stroking his painfully erect cock, the pink tip leaking with pre as he fists his member. “If I was there, little fox, I’m afraid your entire army would know their High Lord likes to get fucked by Illyrian warriors.”

“M-My whole army?” Even with the mind communication Eris can’t help but stutter over words as the shadows fucking his hole move faster, harder.

“They would know who you belong to, listen to, get fucked and filled by.” Azriel moans through the bond.

“Then come here…” Eris’ breath hitches as more shadows form, now teasing his hardened nubs, pulling and squeezing his nipples. “And show them.”

“I will right before I climax, I’m afraid if I don’t see you I will break this damn mountain.”

“You’re at the c-cabin?” Eris moans, the shadows deep inside his rear begin to widen, stretching him open but making sure to make themself bigger than Azriel’s cock—teasing him. Not only that, but they also make sure to brush right past his prostate.

“They hosted some party, I wanted no part of it. Plus, my little fox would’ve been drowning in paperwork by now.” Azriel sends another mental image of his twitching cock, this only makes the building feeling—the begging to cum—build itself higher.

“Then why aren’t you here already?” The ginger whines through the bond, needing to feel the fullness of the others hard cock.

“I’m afraid I still have duties, Eris.” Azriel replied simply, plainly. Much to dry for someone who is fucking their mate over a desk with his shadows.

“Do them after, I demand your presence.”

“Demand?” Azriel smirks.

“As your allied High Lord, yes. Now g-get here before I put you on a sex ban.” Eris scoffs but it quickly fades into a moan as the shadows tease his nipples again, stroking his cock faster.

There is no reply, Eris gets worried for a second—and gets extra worried when the shadows disappear—leaving him wanting and alone. Well, until he saw his mate looming over him.

“A sex ban?” Azriel grabs Eris’ nude hips and tugs him down the desk, his ass now completely off the rough, wood surface. “You couldn’t go a day without it, you get to cockdrunk after all.” The dark headed man smirks before thrusting himself fully in—hitting Eris’ prostate directly.

“Azriel!” He shouts, and as promised, it was loud enough for the guards on duty to hear.

“What, little fox? You were all talk before…” He begins to thrust. “What happened to that?”

“Need… need to cum!” Eris begs, the overstimulation getting to him as some shadows creep back onto his still hardened nipples—beginning to tease and squeeze them once more.

“Answer me first, Eris.” Azriel doesn’t stop his movements for a second, his cock twitching deep inside of his hole.

“You… you showed up! Only…” Eris moans, a kiss placed on his neck before it was harshly bitten, new found hickeys forming. “Only talk…”

“Yeah, I know.” Azriel smirks cockily before smashing their lips together, biting his bottom lip and pulling it down before jamming his tongue into his mates mouth, the two dance before slowly blending.

Azriel pulls back to resume his assault on Eris’ neck, littering the pale skin with deep, dark love bites.

“Love you… Az.” Eris whimpers as he finishes, his cum shooting out of his cock and landing on his stomach.

“I love you too, little fox.” Azriels whispers wnd kisses under his ear, his thrusts don’t stop—rather, encouraged by Eris’ orgasm.

Soon, Azriel releases his load deep inside of Eris, it leaks out of his rear and onto the floor beneath the two of them. Azriel slides out, slowly and delicately before kissing Eris.

“Let us rest? I’m sure you’ll want to prepare yourself for the guards bickering.” Azriel smiles and hoists Eris up into his strong, Illyrian arms.

Eris only nods in agreement, Azriel’s previous statement about being cockdrunk all too accurate.

“Dickhead.” Eris grumbles.

“Only for you, little fox.” Azriel chirps back with a kiss to the gingers temple. “Sleep.” He smiles as he lays his mate down on the bed.

Azriel cradles Eris close to his chest, his wings around the two of them like shields to the world. He tugs up the maroon blanket before following suit, drifting off into sleep. And for the first time in a while, Azriel felt as if he was safe.

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Oh Baby Monk

Osferth x Dane!Reader

Summary- you've taken Osferths virginity, it made your feelings for him stronger and you thought he returned the feelings but you were wrong(or are you)

Warnings- jealous and possessive y/n, angst, mentions of sex and virginity lost, fighting

Wk-1.5k

"My lady." You stop making your arrows and look up to see Osferth.

"Osferth!" You set the arrow down and smiled up at him. "How are you?"

"Im doing fine my lady, are you?

"Oh you know, just preparing for the hunt." You say and gesture to all the weapons around you. Osferth didn't respond, he just stood there with his hands intwined. "Is there something you want to say." He sighs almost in frustration making you raise an eyebrow.

"I fear for your life, I do not wish to loose you." You instantly frowned and stood up in front of him.

"Oh baby monk you do not need to worry. You grab his hand and swipe you thumb on his knuckles. "I have been doing this hunt since I could remember and nothing goes wrong."

"You do not know that." He mumbles.

"Why all the sudden worry?" You ask. "You've never expressed this amount of concern for me before we go fight hundreds of Danes, what changed?" He hit his thigh with his un held hand and shook his head, something he did when he was nervous or frustrated. "Sit." You sat down and tugged him with you. "Now speak."

"I fancy you." He mumbled lowly, almost so low you could barley hear him.

"I did not catch that." You leaned towards him trying to catch his eyes but he refused.

"I fancy you." He repeated, this time louder. "And I know you probably prefer men like Finan and Sihtric who know how to fight and im-." He was cut off by you grabbed his chin roughly and pulling his towards you so that you could slam your lips on his. He let out a yelp and a slight gasp, trying to gain insight on what was happening. You pulled away and smiled at him, his face bright red.

"I fancy you to." Osferth was shocked. You liked him back?

"You do?" You nodded. "Oh." He let out a sigh of relief and squeezed your hands. "W-What do we do now?" You cocked your head to the side and bit your lower lip while looking at him.

"I can think of some things." You places your hands on his thigh and let your fingers tap on his thigh. It was no secret to what you were suggesting.

"Y/n, I have never indulged in such actions."

"I know." You stood up and placed your hands on Osferths shoulders before sitting down softly on his lap. He immediately planted his hands by his side and couldn't help but stare at you. "I taught you how to fight and defend yourself, will you let me teach you the ways of pleasure?"

Osferth's tongue pushed through his lips, wetting them.

"Please my Lady."

You remembered that night vividly. The monk caught on quickly, so quickly he ended up completely making you pass out. When you had woke up for the hunt, you feared your legs would not work.

The long two week hunt had gone successfully, no injuries or casualties from anyone besides the animals. You rushed the return of the hunting group, desperate to get back to your baby monk. You both agreed that morning before you left that when you returned, you would discuss your relationship further.

"Uhtred, Finan!" You approached the men and they turned and smiled.

"Was wondering when you were to return." Uhtred says and you clapped hands together.

"How did it go?" Asks Finan.

"We got many animals for the cold, so we should not have to worry for a few weeks at least."

"Good." You clasped your hands behind your back, rocked on your heels, and pressed your lips together.

"Do any of you know where Osferth is?" You ask and they look at each other.

"Oh you left our monk in a daze, as if he was on a cloud, until-." He was cut off by Osferth running ip to the three of you holding a torch. You instantly smiled and go to speak but he doesn't look at you, he seemed a little distraught.

"My lord, I uh need a bit of help." He looked back and thats when you all saw and heard two women fighting snd yelling at each other. Finan laughed and you raised an eyebrow.

"Again?" Uhtred sighed

"Again?" You repeated and looked at all of them for an answer. They didn't respond just ran to the women, Uhtred and Sithric separated them. You walked towards them cautiously, mostly looking at Osferth.

"Why do they fight over you?"

"Yes Osferth why do they fight over you?" You ask him. He couldn't look you in the eyes, he looked at your body, not in that way. You were tense with fists clenched. He knew you weren't stupid, anybody could guess what happened.

"I've got no idea." He says and runs away making you scoff.

"One of you tell me why the women were fighting." You were now demanding and they knew to just tell you.

"Well it seems after you left, Osferth got quite popular with the women." You bit your cheek and they watched your shoulders drop slightly.

"Oh, thank you." You didn't say more just turned on your heel and walked away. "I am going to kill you." You mumbled under your breath.

You found Osferth drinking ale in the ale house. He didn't hear you stomp over to him but it was to late. You grabbed his mug and and splashed all the contents over him.

"So we confessed to each other, I take your virginity, and you learn how to pleasure a women and what I get in return is you going off with other women?" Osferth wiped his face from the ale and scrambled to his feet.

"It is not what you think my lady."

"You couldn't even look at me." There was a sudden break in your voice, surprising you both.

"I never did anything with them that you think, I just walked them home a few nights and they just got obsessed."

"I don't think you just walking them home got them this obsessed." You crossed your arms.

"They kissed-." You rolled your eyes and go to walk away. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back. "No listen they kissed me, I didn't."

"Let me guess they pulled you in and somehow your clothes ended up on their floors?"

"No Y/n that never happened, I was waiting for you, I still am." He grabbed your arms and thats when the water works started.

"You hurt me, Osferth." His heart shattered.

"It was not my intention but Y/n, please let me make it up to you." He grabbed your face and swiped your tears with his thumb.

"Ok-." You were cut off by someone grabbed your hair and tugged you back harshly. You let out a yelp when you then felt a stinging slap to your cheek.

"You bitch get away from him he's mine!" You turned to see the culprit and was met with a woman. Completely different from the ones from earlier. You whipped around and glared at Osferth. You grabbed the axe that was strapped to your belt and slammed it on the table. The woman realized who she just hit and instantly backed down

"Oh Y/n my apol-." You cut her off by grabbed her neck and squeezing. She grabbed your arm and tried to claw but you shoved her outside and to the muddy ground.

"Y/n please don't." Osferth grabbed your shoulder but you shook it off. You walked over to the woman who was trying to wipe of the mud and shoved her down with your boot. She held her hands out in defense.

"Please Lady Y/n it was a mistake." She says and you stand over her and crouch down.

"If you or any if your whorish friends even look at Osferth,I will personally slice your tits off. He. is Mine."

Uhtred and Finan ran up and stood by Osferth who bit his thumb in worry.

"Osferth, you truly need to keep your women in check."

"I don't have women." He snapped. "Just one."

"Yes I understand." She nodded furiously. You smiled at and walked away, but made sure to kick mud on top of her making her squeal. You walked up to Osferth who straightened up. You grabbed his collar and pulled him roughly down to your height, slamming your lips on his. His eyes widened but he melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulled you in close. The men beside you chuckled and you beard their footsteps retreating. You grabbed Osferths hair and yanked them back.

"The next woman I must fight for you, it will not end well for her or you in a way." He whimpered slightly. "Now let us see what you remember from our time together."

A/n- Grammarly wasn’t working so sorry for typos

#osferth x dane!reader #osferth x reader #osferth #tlk osferth #osferth x y/n #osferth x black!reader #osferth x fem!reader #ewan mitchell #ewan mitchell x reader

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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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in a land far, far away

a warm summer day and some reading help you tell eddie you want to be more than friends | 1.5k, friends to lovers, fluff and a little flirty, fem!reader, feat. lord of the rings

The summer sun shines through the trees onto your face and you tip it back, closing your eyes for just a second, setting your sandwich down on the picnic table. It's probably a little too hot to be sitting in the woods eating lunch, but Eddie asked you to hang out with him, and of course you said yes. You'd spent almost every day this month together, whether it's watching him practice with the band or planning the fall campaign or hanging out with his new gaggle of friends. But today he wanted to spend time with just you, which made your stomach flutter so hard you thought you'd float away.

"At last all such things must end," Eddie says, his voice taking on a noble quality for the character he's reading. You can feel him shift from where he's sitting on top of the table. "But I would have you wait a little while longer..."

One of the things you love doing with your best friend is reading together. You're on the last Lord of the Rings book -- Eddie's pick -- and he's insisted on reading it out loud to you for the full effect. But lately, you've found it hard to listen to the plot and find yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him.

The thing is, you have a huge crush on Eddie. You love knowing him and learning things about him and spending time with him. He's kind and funny and strange and wonderful to you. Sometimes you think his flirting is something more, but most days you tell yourself you're alright being his friend. There's no way he'd be into you the same way you're into him. So what if you've slept in his bed, worn his clothes, patched up his wounds. So what if you know him better than you know anyone else. So what if you dream about him, think about him first thing in the morning, look for him first in every room you enter. So what if you think you might be in love with him.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Eddie's hand is soft on your shoulder and your eyes fly open, a guilty expression on your face. "I know you weren't listening." He smirks, dog-earring the page of the book and putting it down on the picnic table, leaning forward to focus on you. Eddie has a way of making you feel listened to whenever you're talking to him. You scramble for something to say that isn't a lie but isn't the truth.

"Love," you say. His eyebrows fly up his forehead. "In the book." He sweeps his hand out, encouraging you to say more.

"Well," you swallow, eyes darting to the trees around you. You can practically taste your own confession on your tongue, but swallow it for now. "Aragorn loves the fellowship, even though he was reluctant about it at first. And he loves all of them, and they love him. And he loves his people, and Arwen. It's just a lot for one person to feel."

"I agree," Eddie says, still watching you, puzzling over why you've chosen this topic. "Lots of the themes are about love over evil, that kind of stuff. But there's complicated love, too. With Eowen, or Elrond, or even Middle-earth itself. It's powerful but it's not always easy." He falls silent and you look at him again. Eddie tries his hardest to maintain an image with most people, but you've always been able to read him. You can see the confusion on his face at your words, but there's the undeniable fondness that you see whenever he looks at you. Always present.

"Do you think they'll make a movie of the whole series someday?" you blurt out. Eddie breathes in sharply, pulling away from you.

"Oh, babe," he whispers. You shiver. "That would be...so sick!" He stands on the table like he used to do in school and paces a little, excited. "All of the battles and the languages and the politics and the drama!" You laugh at his eagerness, sure he's putting at least at bit of it on for you. "The makeup would have to be so good for all of the orcs and goblins and elves and stuff. And the swords! It would have to be more than one movie,"

"They'd have to cast someone amazing for Aragorn," you say. "He's so lovely and heroic." Eddie stops his pacing and hops off the table to sit next to you on the bench, straddling it so he can face you. "I think he's my favorite character," you continue, hoping you aren't flushing at his sudden closeness.

"Oh yeah?" he asks softly. "What do you like about him?" Before you even open your mouth you know that you're just going to be describing the beautiful boy in front of you.

"Well," you start, "he's brave, he cares a lot, and he's willing to fight for the people he loves." You reach up to pick some tree fluff from Eddie's hair and his eyes track the movement. "And he's handsome, of course. At least I imagine him to be."

"I agree with all of that, obviously," he replies. "Aragorn is like, the definition of metal. And a total babe." You laugh, leaning into his space to do so. Eddie always knows how to make you laugh, always tries to get a giggle out of you and looks proud of himself when he succeeds. You cling to that thought and plow on.

"Would you see the movies with me? If they came out?" you ask, wondering if he'll understand what you're really saying. He looks a little taken aback for a second, before putting on the doe-eyed look that you dream about.

"You'd want to go? I know these books were all my picks, and you've been real nice about it." He sounds shy in a way even you rarely get to see.

"Yeah." He looks so pretty. And you feel brave. "Maybe as a date?" you ask, your voice turning up at the end the only sign that you're nervous beyond belief. Maybe he'll say no, maybe he'll say yes. Either way, you know for certain you're safe with Eddie.

"Oh?" You're surprised him, the color rising in his cheeks as he looks at you intently. He reaches out a hand and taps one thigh, signaling he wants you closer. You swing your leg over the bench to mirror his straddling pose. You move to cross your arms but he snatches your hands out of the air and brings them between you. "You want to go on a date with me, sweet thing?" He's a little breathless, something like awe on his features.

"Yes, Eddie," you say firmly, grinning at what you've done to him. "I'd like to go on a date with you." His thumbs run over the backs of your hands, his rings a cool kiss to your flushed skin. You're not nervous anymore.

"Do we have to wait for these movies to come out?" He scoots a little closer, his knees running into yours. "Could be years."

"No," you answer. It's like the world has disappeared around you as you hitch your knees over his, a move that makes Eddie's pupils widen and your own breath hitch. "We don't have to wait."

"You free tonight?" he breathes out, releasing your hands to bring one to your thigh and the other to your jaw, his wide palm curling around the side of your neck. "I'll pick you up. You'll be looking real nice. We can go anywhere you want, baby." You can feel his breath on your face, he's so close.

"Actually," you say, leaning into his palm, "I'm free right now." His pupils are totally blown now and you lick your lips, his eyes following the movement.

"Fuck." He sounds pained. "Can I kiss you?" You nod and he surges forward, clinking your teeth a little. You laugh against his mouth and adjust, drinking him in, your best friend. He kisses you deeply, slowly, settling into a rhythm as he squeezes your thigh. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging a little. He pulls back with a gasp and all you can think about is how pretty he is and how this is better than you imagined.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Eddie says, breathing a little uneven. "You imagined this?"

"Did I say that out loud?" you murmur. He just grins at you, and you plunk your head down on his shoulder, burying your face in the fabric.

"I imagined this, too," he says into your hair. "Since forever. Since I first saw you. Didn't know it was possible." You sit up to face him, hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

"Dream about you all the time, Eddie." His pupils are still huge, his hair a mess from your hands, lips a little swollen. "I've wanted you for a long time." The sweetness of the moment threatens to overwhelm you, so you pivot, a sly grin spreading across your face. "More than I want Lord of the Rings movies."

"Well, shit," Eddie laughs, planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek. "Best thing I've ever heard."

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desperatecheesecubes · 2 months

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Growing up asexual is actually so funny because all of a sudden people all around are like ‘oh my god what if I don’t know how to kiss??? I have to practice!’ And start doing unhinged things and the whole time you’re like

#mine #asexuality #and also the wanting to get with someone thing #and also to an extent the wanting a romantic relationship et all but I haven’t decided if I’m aromantic or Demi romantic soooo #i can’t believe y’all got this to 1K #oh good lord now it’s at 1.5k #holy fuck we’re at 2K #I’ve really loved reading everyone’s ace experiences #very comforting to remember I’m not alone

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thepetesimp · 10 months

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Fanfic recommendations about Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham

- Just some of my favorite fics that center around his character, with or without VP elements - Hello people! I've done the same post on Twitter a while back but it needs to be in here as well, where I can actually tag the people responsible for giving me so many feelings about my son (+ no word limit so I can show my appreciation properly). I love all of you, you're the best ❤️

Deep Dive by @ameliarating I need to start this off with my favorite Pete fic of all time. Zaatar's writing brings so much emotion out of me. It felt like I was slowly suffocating underwater, a sense of claustrophobia consuming me, making my chest feel tight. The mix of good and bad memories Pete has about the safehouse is impeccably utilized in this fic, instances when he wanted the rope, when he didn't, when he wanted to hide etc. He feels conflicted and it's so obvious in its subtlety here, in a good way. Even thinking about it now makes me want to cry, truly an incredible fic. I would also suggest you read Civil Hands by them as well, a fantastic character study about Pete and his relationship with violence.

drank every scar by @ginnymoonbeam Oh my lord, this fic destroyed me. There's been only a small amount of instances in which every sentence of a fic made me gasp and need a minute to gather my thoughts and this is one of them. I can't believe how accurately they portrayed Pete here. His total disregard for his own well being, his reluctance to open up to Vegas about his injury, his total lack of self worth. It made me go feral and it's only (almost) 3k words. So much impact, so much characterization, such spectacular work. As a Pete fan, thank you immensely for this, I keep coming back to it a lot.

won't give up these ghosts by @fleet-off This fic blew me away when I first read it. What might sound like a silly, grim idea at first glance actually managed to capture the core aspects of Pete's character and how they bounce off of Vegas' character, showcasing their relationship post canon in a way that felt so real and so them. His need to shut off and be invisible to the world expressed through this weird habit of his captured my attention and never let it go, which was only possible because of fleet's spectacular writing. Go read all of her fics, she's a gifted writer and the VP fandom becomes richer every time she posts.

Once You Are Real by @veliseraptor Oh God, this fic lives rent free in my mind. The "Pete got forgotten" storyline has so much potential post canon and Lise's way of dealing with it blew me away. It was explored wonderfully and Pete's feelings came through so beautifully, it stuck with me after finishing it. It's a concept that's difficult to portray well, keeping characters as close to canon behavior as possible, but Lise managed to pull through and bring us this fantastic fic. I would suggest checking out the rest of their fics, they're a very talented writer.

splinter by @lu-sn Here comes lusn with her mission to cause me emotional damage with every fic she writes. She usually does so with her Macau centric fics, making me an even bigger fan of the cute, little gremlin than I already was, but in this list, I want to talk about splinter and how it devastated me. The relationship between Pete and Chan has captivated me and the way it was showcased here made me gasp by the end of it. It's nice to read fics with a little more realistic approach to Pete's situation once he returned to the main family from the safehouse and Lusn nailed it! Read all of her fics immediately, she's great!

It's There for the Asking by @minorfamilysupremacy I simply cannot express how much this fic touched me. While reading it, I kept picturing Pete from ep 9 and his bubbly, drunk self; Ellie captured that image perfectly in her fic. So many emotions packed in 1.5k words, I don't know how she did it but she gets Pete's character so much and she portrays him so well. His conversation with Vegas was one of the best I've ever read in any VP fic, in regards to being centered around him. I can't thank her enough for this gift. Check out the rest of her fics, each and every one of them is phenomenal.

Winning and Losing by @thelastperformer OMG, pls go read this fic immediately, I don't know why it's so underrated. The concept, Pete's characterization, the other characters, the narrative choices, the writing, all of it is so so good and deserves to be experienced, especially from Pete fans. Pete shines brilliantly here, his violent side, his efficiency, his love and concern for those he loves. I enjoyed the hell out of it and you should definitely give it a chance.

I Ain't Done by @kuipereris This fic punched me multiple times in the face and I said thanks. It isn't for everyone - as it has a MCD - but for those who can stomach it, the concept and how it's executed brought so much emotion out of me (surprisingly, I didn't cry but I felt everything to my core). We see how Pete struggles post safehouse and the choices he made, trying to navigate this new reality he lives in and it's just so effective in its narrative. I hadn't seen Pete's feelings being explored in this way before and I immensely appreciated it. Go check out the rest of their fics, they're angsty af and delicious.

words spilling out like sand by @loveable-sea-lemon VegasPete and poetry?? From Pete's POV?? HELL YES! I keep coming back to it from time to time, the poems are so mesmerizing and pack so much emotion into them. I really liked how Pete's feelings about Vegas were explored in this form, it's very unique. Check out the other poem as well from the poems for pete <;3 series, it's emotional and a very good read.

'cause your hands and lips still know their way around by @waitforthestars This was one of the first fics I read I believe, when I had first joined the VP fandom. I really like it and it holds a fond place of nostalgia in my heart now, even though it's been a couple of months since I read it. The thoughts Pete has here flow like blood, messy and jumbled like his mind. I loved the writing style, it felt like it fit with Pete's mental state once he escaped from the safehouse. Good job!

Of course, I'm sure there are more amazing Pete centric fics out there that I could very well not have discovered or not mentioned in this post. I just wanted to gather some of my favorites so that I can share the love for them with the rest of you. Pls pls pls, if you know of more Pete centric fics and want to talk about them, share them. I can't get enough of my boy, I'll appreciate it to no end. Thank you ❤️

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neewtmas · 1 year

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ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙʙᴇʏ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ // ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ

pairing: george karim x fem!reader

wordcount: 1.5k

summary: a case that takes longer than expected, an unrequited crush, and the hardest decision you ever had to make

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This evening Lockwood had everyone gathered around the kitchen table. He stood with his arms propped up on the thinking cloth, eyes glinting with excitement. “This is the first proper case we’ve had in weeks,” he said, giving everyone a pointed look. “I won’t deny that I would take it in a heartbeat, but I need every one of you to agree that we can handle it. The bone glass was hard on all of us.” His gaze travelled over to George.

George exhaled, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Shouldn’t be a problem”, he said. Lockwood looked over to you and Lucy, and both of you nodded in agreement. Lockwood pushed himself off the table, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips. “Didn’t expect anything else.” He started pacing the kitchen. “The call I received this afternoon came from the Blackwood Estate. Mind you, it was Lord Blackwood personally who called. He first and foremost demanded complete discretion from our side.”

“That sounds an awful lot like Fairfax”, interjected Lucy. “And you know how that turned out.”

Lockwood waved his hands in dismissal. “That’s just how things work in these circles.”

You caught Lucy rolling her eyes as Lockwood continued. “Anyways, we’re going there tomorrow night. George, I need you to gather any information you can on this family. Take (name) with you, that way one day might just be enough time.”

You glanced over to George, who was already looking at you, smiling. You quickly averted your gaze, busying yourself with inspecting the little drawings on the thinking cloth.

The next morning, you opened the window in your little room to let in some fresh air. You leaned on the window sill, taking a few deep breaths. A handful of stars were still visible in the pale blue sky that was turning golden over the roofs of the neighbouring houses. For a few minutes, you watched a cat stroll through the unkempt garden beneath your window, before you turned around and slipped on your dressing gown.

You made your way down the staircase, dressing gown wrapped tightly around your body. Your hand was on the handle of the bathroom door just as it got pushed down from the other side. You stepped back and the door swung open to reveal George. He didn’t wear his glasses, and his curly hair was wet, water droplets dripping down on his shoulders. Your eyes followed them down his chest and you suddenly realised that he was standing in front of you with nothing but a towel around his waist. “Oh.” George fumbled with his glasses, clumsily trying to put them on with one hand. “(name). Good Morning.”

You winced and averted your eyes hastily. “Morning, George.” Your eyes stayed trained on the floor as you cursed yourself for how high-pitched your voice sounded. You didn’t move until George was in his room, and then you hurried into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you and leaning against it. The air in the small room was heavy and warm, with the scent of George's body wash lingering, the mirror still fogged up. You took several deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart and convincing yourself that this wasn’t the most embarrassing encounter you ever had. He probably thought you were a total and utter creep now.

After you had washed and dressed yourself, you made your way down to the kitchen, already dreading seeing George again. Would he say anything? What if he hated you now? But when you pushed open the kitchen door you were greeted with the sound of water bubbling in the kettle and the smell of freshly toasted bread. George stood at the stove with his back to you. He glanced over his shoulder as you entered and pointed to the table. “I made some toast. And tea.” He turned around, carefully balancing two eggs in little egg cups. “And I made eggs the way you like them.”

You sat down and watched George set down the egg cup in front of you and take his place opposite you. He was acting as if you didn’t just run into him the way you did. Maybe you should just take it and be thankful.

After breakfast, you made your way to the archives. It was a day as lovely as the one before, just warm enough and with a blue sky littered with wispy clouds. Your conversation died down as you entered the large building. Without hesitation, George led you through row after row of bookshelves that seemed to stretch on in all eternity, then up a few stairs and past even more shelves. He seemed to know exactly what he was looking for.

You weren't as big on researching as George was – though hardly anyone was – but you would never decline to join him in his endeavours. And if it were the most boring thing on earth, you wouldn’t want to miss the way he practically bloomed when he was in his element. The way his eyes would sparkle behind his glasses when he talked about something he was passionate about, the way he would be able to find the smallest details and connect them to the bigger picture, how he had outsmarted you all so many times – this was his world, and you loved seeing him in it.

Soon, George had gathered a sizable stack of books, and you retreated to one of the working stations. “These are all family trees of England’s old and wealthy families”, George explained, adjusting his glasses. “We need to find the Blackwoods, go through the last few generations, figure out who is still alive and who might have died an untimely death. When we have names, we go through the newspaper records and see if we can find anything there.”

The rest of the day was spent hunched over the table, combing through an endless number of newspaper articles and scribbling down everything that might be of importance later.

As dinnertime drew nearer, you could feel your focus slowly slip away from you as your stomach kept grumbling. After all, you hadn’t eaten anything the whole day except for the toast and egg in the morning. You closed the newspaper you had just read and raised your arms over your head in a stretch, trying to find relief for your cramped back and shoulders.

“Don’t you think we should go back soon?”, you asked, and George looked up from his reading material. The whole table was covered in newspaper clippings and books and notes you had written. “I guess. I don’t know if we have enough, but it has to do.”

When you stepped out onto the street, the afternoon sun hovered close over the rooftops already. Your stomach grumbled loudly, and George turned to you. “Are you hungry?” he asked. You nodded, giving yourself a small internal pep talk. “Do you maybe… wanna grab something to eat with me?” Hopefully he understood what you meant. George smiled. “Sure. How do you feel about pizza? The one halfway between here and Portland Row?” “Pizza sounds great”, you said softly, the hunger pains in your stomach now accompanied by tiny little butterflies. Maybe he finally got it.

You walked in comfortable silence, and you had to fight to keep the lovestruck smile off your face. Your whole body was buzzing with excitement. You didn’t even really know why because what would even happen? You’d eat pizza together and then go home. But somehow, this felt different.

When you arrived at your destination, a tiny pizzeria lodged between two towering apartment buildings, George grabbed a menu that was on display and put it down on one of the bar tables. You both leaned forward to be able to read it, heads impossibly close to each other. You could barely focus enough to decipher the words. “Okay, so what do you think Lockwood and Lucy want?” George asked while he intently studied the menu. Your chest tightened.

“What do you mean?”, you asked, voice sounding strained.

George turned to you, and the sincere worry in his eyes almost made you scream. “I mean that they’d probably wouldn’t be very happy if we showed up with two pizzas instead of four for dinner. Are you okay? Would you rather eat something else?”

You shook your head, willing yourself to keep a straight face. “No no, it’s fine. I’m just really hungry. You decide.” You took a step back from him, crossing your arms. George opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but then decided against it.

With four pizzas you made the short walk back to Portland Row. You were walking a few steps in front of George the whole time, determined to not let him see your face. You were too scared the mask of indifference would slip and reveal just how hurt you were about the way he rejected you over and over again.

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part III

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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At his mercy

Pairing: Melkor x Fem Reader

Themes: Smut

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+

Wordcount: 1.5K words

Summary: Disturbing the Lord of Angband results in more consequences than you could handle.

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A/N: As promised, here is the Melkor x Reader smut fic.

Of all the rooms in Angband, Lord Melkor's chambers were the darkest. Tapers were rarely permitted, and the hearth only came into use during winter months. Large windows opened up to the night sky, and tonight, a million stars shone brightly alongside a full moon. That was a good thing, as light flooded the vast bedchamber and the clean, cool night air crept in little by little.

Melkor felt none of it, saw none of it, not the chill in the air or the pale, silvery light that lit up the room.

"Come now, precious, I thought this was what you wanted?" he laughed—a deep, loud laugh that echoed across the room. His eyes, velvety black to the very center, grew even darker as lust and triumph shone on his face.

You struggled, unable to move as your hands were bound above your head with soft, silken scarves that were tied to the bedposts. "M-my l-lord," you whined amongst the jumbled silk sheets, breathless after being brought back from the edge yet again. "No m-more. Please."

Melkor grinned wickedly before settling between your legs once more. He relished the taste of you, subtle and sweet on his tongue. He lifted his eyes and watched you—how your eyes grew glassy with the tears that had gathered at the corners. He loved it—loved seeing your pretty tears and your defenses shatter and crumble under his touch. "No more?" he growled, his teeth nipping at the insides of your thighs. "Precious, I am just getting started."

You could only whimper helplessly when he dove into your heat, his slate-gray arm pinning you down to the bed. Dizzy and weak, you could only arch your back while his lips tugged greedily, as if starving for the taste of you. You struggled for purchase against the soft bed, your nails nearly tearing into the fabric of your bindings while he kept an easy pace, grunting softly against your clit.

And you had brought it on yourself by distracting him when he had been busy in his little council room, nipping at his earlobe, playing with his hair, unclasping his tunic so you could run your hands down his bare chest. Melkor warned you and told you to stop. You teased and toyed with him instead; you pushed his buttons, and now you find yourself in his bed, completely at his mercy.

But you see, Melkor was without mercy. His kisses touched you everywhere but your mouth, leaving your lips cold and starving. And his touch? His touch was harsh, rough, and greedy; his palms leaving reddened bruises along your thighs. And it was agonizing, so brutally agonizing, how he would repeatedly take you to the brink and pull back, leaving you frustrated and teary-eyed. He always found great satisfaction in that, the little streaks that would stain your cheeks. You tried to fight it, to deny him such a sight this time, but with each harsh lick, you found yourself failing miserably.

"Well, well, well," Melkor looked up and grunted hoarsely, his lips curling into a wolfish grin when your eyes glinted with unshed tears. "Tearing up for me already? Oh, precious, how weak and pathetic you are right now."

He laughed again when you mewled miserably from the loss of contact. And he was right—you felt so weak right now, so hungry for him, you could not help yourself. "Please, my lord," you cried in frustration when he dipped his head, burying his tongue deep between your thighs. "P-please I cannot..."

The spank that reddened your thigh shocked you into meek silence, and the first of your tears broke free. Melkor looked up once more, his eyes glinting with deep satisfaction. "Such an obedient little slut you are, silencing your tongue so quickly for me. And what is this I see?" He looked over at the little streaks slowly going down your cheeks. Oh, how he moaned when he saw those tears of yours. Unable to resist, he kissed his way back up, his lips and teeth leaving little red patches to bloom in their wake.

And how your heart fluttered when you heard his ragged breathing and felt his chest heaving heavily against yours. When you forced your eyes open, you found his blazing fiercely, as if lit by the fires of a furnace. Trembling beneath him now, you couldn't help but sigh desperately when a callused thumb brushed up against the little drops that had gathered at the corners of your eyes. "Delicious," He said in a voice that grown rough and deep, his lips constantly seeking the little beads that were yours tears, tasting them, savouring them, before creeping back to your thighs again.

This time you didn't whine, didn't put up even a hint of protest. That pleased Melkor no end. "Keep quiet, my darling slut, and I will take good care of you."

Oh, how he took good care of you. And this time, the denials of your pleasure only grew sweeter and sweeter. Melkor was savage and relentless, his hands gripping your thighs firmly, his tongue a delightful torment. You felt yourself floating on a high, close to reaching your peak, and your body was close to shattering. Then, when your muscles coiled, when you reached the point of no return, Melkor pulled away again, growling fiercely when you welcomed this torment without protest. When he saw you like that, bound and submissive to him, a dark need flashed through his veins, one that made him lose all sense of control. He swept you along, moving between your thighs and lifting your hips, sinking his cock into your wet cunt without warning. All he craved was to have you writhing and crying out for him.

And he got exactly what he desired. Your gasp at that first jolt, the way you sobbed his name when he plunged into you. It hurt, oh, how it hurt. And how you felt him inside you, hot and thick and pulsing, drilling into you and filling you completely. And you loved it—the pleasure and the pain that flooded you again and again when your walls stretched around his cock. "Pl-please my lord!" you cried shamelessly, hoping and praying he wouldn't stop this time. "Don't stop my lord!"

Melkor chuckled at your needy pleas. "I should stop. Punish you more. Tempting me the way you did."

"N-no m-more," a moan rolled past your lips, and your body jolted when your thigh stung beneath his roughened palm again.

"Distracting me," Melkor hissed, his pace relentless now, the sounds of his hips slapping the insides of your thighs, the subtle squelching sound of his cock sinking into your throbbing cunt, and the bed creaking softly beneath the two of you filling the air. "Made it hard for me to concentrate."

"I'm s-sorry m-my l-lord," you whimpered when he knelt up and grabbed onto your hips, having his way with you like you were just a toy in his large hands. "I'm so sorry."

"You should be sorry, you pathetic little slut. But don't worry, I will not deny you now."

Melkor lost himself in you. Sensation after heated sensation washed over him, the sounds of your cries intoxicating him, the sensation of your walls fluttering around his cock threatening to drown him. Melkor forced his eyes open, aching to see the myriad of expressions flash over your face as he took you over the cliff. It was worth it, seeing your eyes flutter, your mouth parting as you moaned, and how your back arched every time he sunk his cock into your heat. He dared not take his eyes off you; he could not take his eyes off you, and he felt it, oh, how he felt it. Your walls contracting around him, milking his cock, pulling him in deeper as your orgasm ripped through you. It was like a drug to him, the sounds you made, all deep and guttural and throaty, the way your back arched, how your eyes nearly rolled back while you cried out in ecstasy. It undid him, made him surrender. And surrender he did, moaning long and deep as he spilled his seed inside you.

The room quitened and the air seemed to still. Nothing could be heard save for the sound of ragged breathing, of sheets rustling beneath. And the room grew cold. You feel it now, seeping into your bones. Your breath was shallow and laboured, struggling to reach an even keel. Your body still shook and you felt him still buried in you, his hands now gently rubbing at your bruised and sore hips as he struggled to keep himself up, to stop himself from collapsing on top of you.

"Precious," Melkor whispered and pulled out of you so he could seek your lips. You could taste it—the essence of you—in his kiss, on his tongue. He took great care to prop himself up on one elbow, to avoid crushing you with his weight. And his kiss was deep and drugging, lulling you into a sense of peace, his free hand gently skimming its way over your trembling body, as if to soothe.

"My lord," you murmured back, your soft sighs pouring into his mouth. Melkor reached up and loosened the scarfs around your wrists, freeing them, allowing your hands to roam all over him. Your wrists were sore but you made good use of your freedom, running your hands over his large thighs, his broad back, burying them in his inky black hair. His body was so warm and smelled subtly of smoke from the furnace, something you couldn’t get enough of. And he kept kissing you, soft and tender now, whispering sweet little nothings of much he loved it, how good you were, how well you took him. His praise was just as wonderful as was his admonishment, and you lapped it all up, always eager for more.

Alas, you had grown tired, so very tired. Melkor felt it, in the slackening of your touch, in the softening of your limbs. When you stifled a yawn, he moved to his side and pulled up the pelts. "Come precious,” he said, throwing his arms around you. “You need your rest."

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years

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A Relaxing Evening

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Strong language, Fluffy fluff

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Kakashi let out a heavy sigh and stood from his desk. It had been none stop problems all day. Almost everything that could go wrong had, and Shikamaru refused to do all his paperwork for him, which was rude frankly. But now he was finally finished, he could finally go home, oh his back felt so stiff- “Lord Sixth!” Oh no, what is it now?

“What is it, Lee?”

“Guy-sensei wanted me to inform you that he will be unable to join you for dinner, sir!”

The older shinobi paused. Guy not coming for dinner meant one less mouth he had to feed tonight. Maybe you would be in the mood for takeout? He really didn’t feel like doing anything else today. “Ah, I assume he’s having dinner with you then?”

“Yes,” Lee replied and gave that familiar grin.

“Alright then, I hope you both have an enjoyable evening then.”

“We will do just that!” Kakashi made sure to leave the Hogake’s office before someone else had the chance to grab his attention. As much as he wanted to get home as quickly as possible, he didn’t feel like running. It was days like this he wanted nothing more than to hand the title of Hokage to his knuckleheaded student, but he knew Naruto still needed more time.

When the Hatake estate came into view the fair-haired Hokage unconsciously let out another sigh, though it was more out of relief than the exhaustion that caused the previous one. He slid the shoji open and walked inside to begin removing his shoes. “I’m home,” he called out into the house.

“Welcome home,” you called back in that chipper tone he loved. He heard your slipper-covered feet pad across the flooring as you made your way to greet him face to face. “You look like you’ve had rough day, Kashi.”

“Just exhausting,” he responded and approached you. The dark-eyed man leaned down and placed his head in the crook of your neck, he breathed your scent in and felt his shoulders slump. Your scent had always been relaxing, even before the two of you had gotten together, but now that his own was mixed in he couldn’t help but enjoy it that much more. You wrapped your arms around his upper back and began to scratch it gently.

“Why don’t you go get comfortable?”

“Want to get takeout for dinner?”

“Don’t worry about dinner,” you replied softly. “Just go relax, you’ve worked hard today, Lord Hokage.”

“Alright, I’m a bit tired of ramen though so don’t order that tonight.”

“I won’t, don’t worry. I’ll start a bath for you and when you’re finished dinner should be ready.”

Kakashi straightened himself and pressed a kiss to your forehead before heading toward your shared bedroom to undress. He didn’t bother closing the door behind him before he began to remove his uniform. Your voice, though rather quiet, began to filter through the hallway from the bathroom as you filled up the bathtub like you said you would. “Hey, Kashi,” you called out.

“Hm?” Now in only his pants, he walked toward the bathroom.

“Is Guy not coming over for dinner?”

“No, he’s eating with Lee tonight.”

“Hm, that’ll be a fun night,” you muttered before giving him a mischievous grin. “I hope you won’t have too big a mess to clean up tomorrow morning.”

“I didn’t even think about that,” he sighed, the third one of the evening. He ran a hand down his now bare face. “They’ll be fine, right?”

You giggled, a clear sound that soothed his mounting worry. “Sorry, Kashi. I didn’t mean to stress you out. I’m sure it’ll be okay,” you reassured him. After checking to make sure the bath was full and the temperature was good you stood and got on your tiptoes to peck his cheek lightly. “Enjoy your bath, I’ll come get you if you start to take too long.”

“Thank you,” he responded. You closed the door after you left the room and Kakashi pressed his lips together, he had hoped you might want to join him. Despite the slight disappointment he continued on and removed the rest of his clothing so he could take his time showering before enjoying the nice warm bath.

Once he submerged himself in the heated water, he found all his motivation to do anything at all leave his body. He slumped, completely at ease, and closed his eyes. The light-haired shinobi was unsure of how much time had passed but a strange smell began to filter into the room and startled him. It smelled an awful lot like something was burning. In fact, it almost smelled like the house had caught fire…

“Shit,” Kakashi jumped out of the tub as quickly as he could, now dripping wet he tried to run out the bathroom at his usual speed but tripped over the now slick flooring and his discarded pair pf pants. “Shit!”

The Sixth Hokage called out your name in desperation as he hastily tied a towel around his waist. He sped out the door and down the hallway toward the smell. He saw you in the kitchen, making handsigns as you stared at the now burning stove and counter set. “You cooked?! I thought you were going to order takeout!”

“I wanted to do something nice!”

“You promised not to cook again after the last time!”

“I know, but its fine! I’ll put it out,” you said hastily.

“No, wait, those handsigns,” Kakashi tried to reach you to stop you before you completed them. “Wind won’t-“

“Wind Style; Air Current!”

“No!”

He was too late, the ninjutsu hit the flames and the formerly controllable fire began to swallow the entire kitchen. You squeaked and turned away from the flash of bright light, thankfully he had reached you in time to shield you from the excess embers that the now overwhelming fire gave off. After quickly checking to make sure you had no obvious injuries Kakashi thought back to the water that was still sitting in the bathtub and began to form his own handsigns. He felt the chakra leave his body and called out, “Water Styel; Water Dragon Jutsu!”

The water dragon went flying toward the overwhelming kitchen fire, and once the water began to make contact with the flames steam began to fill the building. You curled into Kakashi’s outstretched arm as the force of the jutsu collided with not only the fire but the walls and shook the house. Once the jutsu was finished and the fire put out the two of you began to check each other over. You had a few burns on your hands, but they looked to be relatively minor while Kakashi was rather unscathed. The Hatake estate on the other hand was not.

There was a large hole in the wall where the jutsu had hit with the brunt of its strength; everything from the counter tops to fridge had been burnt. The steam began to filter out through said hole and after a beat or two you began to walk toward the now blackened stove. Kakashi watched you stare down at the pot that seemed to have melted into the appliance. You covered your hand with your mouth and the Hokage panicked. Were you going to cry? He didn’t want that.

Your shoulders shook and you finally uncovered your mouth and looked at him as you began to laugh. It was contagious, and the light-haired man began to laugh in earnest with you. “I was just trying to make miso soup,” you wheezed out. “How does soup turn into,” you gestured around wildly. “All this?”

A plank of wood fell from the hole and into the side yard. Kakashi ruffled his own hair, still wet from his shower, he wondered if he smelt like smoke. He was still smiling, as were you. “Well, your wind ninjutsu certainly didn’t help. What made you think that was a good idea?”

“I panicked,” you giggled. “My brain just turned off, before you even came out, I was standing there staring at it for a good minute and a half.”

“Well, we should probably get started on cleaning all this up,” Kakashi muttered. “We won’t be able to call a carpenter until tomorrow though.”

“Hm, I have a better idea,” you responded and walked back toward him. “We still haven’t had dinner after all.”

“What did you have in mind?” You gave him that same mischievous grin he both dreaded and loved.

“Go on Lee, the power of youth flows through you!”

“Yes Sensei!”

You giggled, a soft pink glow to your cheeks from the sake. Kakashi sighed, he had lost count of how much he’d sighed since the two of you joined the taijutsu pair for dinner. Lee was tipsy, Guy not too far behind, and Kakashi wished he was. “So, Lord Hokage,” you began, fluttering your long lashes in his direction.

“Hm?”

“Feeling relaxed yet,” you teased.

He grinned, “Absolutely.”

Thank you to @therantingfangirl and @justmyownreality for trying to help me come up with a name for this lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading!

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