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danikamariewrites · 6 months

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Take Them All Down (part 1)

Rhysand x reader

A/n: with all things I write I don’t really know what part of my brain this came from. I’ve had this story idea for a while I just never had characters to use it with. Maybe one day I’ll use it with my own but until then enjoy Rhys with a depression beard. Idk why but I mated Az and Feyre plz don’t be mad.

Warnings: death, angst, poison, blood, reader buried alive

You came to with a sharp inhale. The first thing you see is Beron Vanserra smirking down at you. You try to sit up but quickly find the male is kneeling on your chest. As you struggle against him he clicks his tongue at you. “Now, now y/n. None of that.”

You gave up. Tired from the brutal hours you spent fighting Hybern’s army. Before you could scream Beron gripped your jaw so tight he forced your mouth open. He dumped a small vial of clear liquid down your throat, quickly forcing your jaw shut so you’d swallow.

Once he let go up you started coughing, gasping for air. “What the fuck did you do to me?” You croaked out. Drowsiness started to take over your body. Your limbs feeling weak and tired. You fight the urge to close your eyes, attempting to flip your body so you could crawl to Rhys.

As your eyes closed you saw Beron’s mouth move but you couldn’t hear his threatening words. You just drifted off into an endless darkness.

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It felt like you heard years pass as you stayed in the darkness. You heard Rhys cry out in anguish. A priestess and a somber organ and then nothing.

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It’s been one month. One month without you and Rhys had become a ghost. He rarely leaves the Town House. Amren and Mor have been running the court. Cassian, Azriel, and Feyre are out of ways to help him.

The High Lord has barley said a word since you died. He just spends his days draped in an armchair, a glass of never ending whiskey clutched in his hand. Rhys had stopped shaving. A dark scruffy beard now covering his sharp jawline. And the bags under his eyes deepened as the days pass.

Rhys knows his family means well but it didn’t make him feel any better as he overheard their constant muttering. “What do we do?” “Has he ever been this bad before?” “He wasn’t like this after under the mountain.” “I’m worried he’s going to do something…drastic.”

If Rhys had the energy to move he would’ve left the Town House weeks ago. But this was your favorite place. He couldn’t just abandon it to collect dust. Rhys scratched at his beard and cleared his throat. The conversation in the hall paused for a moment as the family listened for a moment and went back to their whispers.

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The five of them held their breath for a beat, then let go as the sound of ice clinking against glass breaks the silence. Cassian scrubs at his face with both hands. Amren shakes her head. Azriel speaks up first, “I’m out of answers.” Mor hugs herself and Feyre holds Azriel’s hand.

“What about other friends?” Mor asks. Azriel shakes his head. “I have intel that Helion and Kallias have been dealing with their own issues.” He lowers his voice more, “Day and Winter are in trouble. They may collapse in months, weeks even.” Amren’s eyes widen in shock. “Why?” She spits out. Azriel shrugs. It’s killing him to not have the answer.

Amren let’s out a huff as she voices what everyone fears. “We might be headed for the same fate if something doesn’t change.” They all look to the sitting room, sending up a prayer to the Mother.

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It was hard opening your eyes. You still felt groggy from the battle. And then you remember Beron kneeling on you. The clear liquid burning down your throat. You jolted up but hit your head on something hard, forcing you down again.

Your eyes fly open. Your breathing fast and hard. It’s pitch black. You feel around the dark enclosed space. It’s getting harder to breathe.

Cushioned siding and smooth wood meet your fingertips. Your mind is racing. Then it clicks. Beron put you in a suspended state. The bastard fooled everyone into thinking you were dead.

Oh Mother, Rhys! Your mate was tricked into burying you.

You felt anger surge through you. Resting your palms against the smooth cold wood. Taking one more deep breath you pull back your fist, throwing all the strength you have into splintering the wood. It didn’t budge.

You switched fists. Willing the wood to break under your knuckles. You kept alternating fists. Punching again, and again, and again, and again.

A scream ripped from your lips and heavy tears started flowing from your eyes in waves. You didn’t yield. Continuing your assault on the coffin holding you back from the world.

Dirt finally fell through a crack onto your stomach. You jerked and felt something metal against your leg. They buried you with your sword. Strapping it to the belt of your dress you went back to breaking open the coffin. Your knuckles were gushing blood, stinging from the loose wood and dirt.

Another wave of strength and anger came over you and started kicking at the lid. The lid splintered in half allowing dirt to spill in. You sputtered as it fell into your mouth and eyes. Willing your arms to move you push the dirt away from you.

You begin to dig upwards. Crawling all six feet to the surface of the earth.

That was the tough part. Punching through the tightly packed ground was harder than the coffin. As your fist broke the ground you spread your fingers, feeling the cool night air.

Punching over and over again you got both arms out. You push the ground apart with what little strength you have left, pulling yourself from the grave. Gasping down air lighting cracked above. You rest for a moment, curling up on the ground.

Rolling on to your back a wail comes up from your chest. More tears run down your face, leaving tracks on the dirt coating your face.

A blood curdling scream of anger comes next.

Rain begins to pelt your face. You breathe a sigh of relief. You feel alive again.

You want to see Rhys but the need for revenge is overpowering. The anger rattles your bones as you begin to shake.

Flipping over you push yourself up on tired and bloody hands. Fingers seeping in to muddy ground. You focus on breathing and your ability to winnow.

As your power flows through you, you focus on getting as close to the Forest House as possible. Wards be damned. Let him know you’re in his court. In his home. Death is coming for Beron Vanserra and you will be the last person he ever sees.

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Rapid and hard knocks shake the door of the Town House. Cassian rips it open so hard it almost comes off its hinges. A city guard is standing in the rain looking worried and disheveled. Tilting his head at the guard Cassian noticed the male seemed pale.

“What is it?” “I am sorry to disturb at this hour but there is something the High Lord must know.” Cassian’s brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing. “The High Lady’s grave it’s…been disturbed.” Cassian almost fell to his knees. “How?”

The guard looked like he couldn’t bring himself to say the words. “Speak!” The General commanded. “It’s been dug up, sir.”

Cassian left the door open as he rushed to the sitting room. The Inner circle looked to him with curious faces. “Rhys,” he strode over to kneel before his brother. “Y/n’s grave, it’s…”

Rhys showed his first sign of emotion in weeks. It was unreadable. He shot up from his seat and pushed past the group to the front door. Rhys broke out into a sprint in the pouring rain. They followed and didn’t stop until your grave came into sight.

He halted inches away from the ripped up ground. Dropping to his knees Rhys’s lip trembled as tears streamed down his face. He couldn’t scent another person. Just you. Only one thing was on his mind as he broke out into hysteric laughter.

There had been something off about your death- Rhys just couldn’t verbalize it until now. The mating bond wasn’t gone it was just…dull. Like it was waiting to wake up again. Azriel and Cassian wrapped Rhys in their arms tightly.

“She’s alive,” he forced out through laughter and tears. The group looked at each other concerned. Azriel’s shadows were swirling around like crazy. Covering your tombstone, the hole in the ground, and the ripped up grass around them.

They finally came back to rest by his shoulders. One circling his rounded ear. As the shadow whispered Azriel’s eyes widened at their report.

He looked to Cassian, bewildered. It was true. You are alive. And the shadows haven’t a clue where you went. They needed a plan. And there are too many questions.

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You ended up at the bottom of the main stairs of the Forest House. The guards didn’t notice you until it was too late. You beheaded them, kicking the doors in.

Stomping down the hall you sliced through each guard you came across. Leaving a trail of blood to the throne room. One of Beron’s sons, you don’t know which one, didn’t care, tried to fight. You brought him down to his knees keeping a death grip around his throat with your arm.

Entering the throne room you climbed up the dais throwing the male down hard, your sword poised at his throat. Guards and other court members rushed in.

You didn’t flinch. Didn’t drop your scowl or lower your sword. You wouldn’t back down from Beron. “Bring me Beron Vanserra or he loses another son!” For emphasis you pushed your blade against the trembling males throat.

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fatecantstopme · 11 months

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Hi!!! Can I plzz request a Morpheus and y/n are married and reader just wants alone time with her husband but he's always busy so unsatisfied reader has some alone time and Morpheus hears and goes to help her (smut included plz) 🤧🤧

Need

Pairing: Morpheus x wife!reader

Summary: Morpheus has been extremely busy since returning from captivity. He never intended to, but he'd left you without his touch for far too long.

Warnings: Fluff. SMUT, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)

A/N: I love this idea. Hope you enjoy! 🥰

It felt like it had been ages since you'd had any alone time with your husband. He'd been incredibly busy, so much so that you barely saw him these days. It wasn't that he was ignoring you, he was simply overwhelmed with work and he had the tendency to get completely lost in it.

As the Lord of Dreams, Morpheus was constantly busy managing his kingdom, creating new dreams and nightmares, and ensuring the comfort of his creations and the dreamers who entered his realm. Given his recent absence from the realm, his work had quadrupled. As such, he had been spending a lot of time in his study or out in the Dreaming.

You had to admit you missed him terribly. When he'd first returned from his captivity, you hadn't left each other's sides for weeks, but once he began to rebuild The Dreaming, he became more distant.

This evening in particular, you were feeling extra lonely--and perhaps a bit needy. You decided to take a walk through the palace, searching for your husband. Eventually, you wandered into his study and found him hunched over his desk, several books open in front of him.

He looked up as you entered, an expression of surprise on his beautiful face. "My love? Is everything alright?" he asked gently.

You smiled as you moved across the room. "I'm alright, darling. I just haven't seen much of you in a while."

Morpheus frowned. "I am sorry, beloved. I did not intend to ignore you."

"Oh, no, not at all. I didn't think you were ignoring me. You're just very busy and I completely understand. Your work is very important."

He stood up and stepped in front of his desk, arms reaching out to pull you towards him. "Nothing is more important than you," he said solemnly.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him gently. "I appreciate that," you paused. "Do you think you'll be coming to bed tonight?"

Morpheus looked a little sad--perhaps even regretful. "I have much to do this evening, my darling. I shall endeavor to finish it in a timely manner, but I do not think it will be tonight."

You couldn't help the frown that graced your face, but you tried to hide the intensity of your sadness from your husband. "That's alright, Morpheus."

He could tell you were sad, but before he could say a word, one of his creations knocked on the open door. "Sire?"

Morpheus stepped away from you and turned his attention to the newcomer. "Yes?"

"There is a--situation that requires your assistance, my lord."

Morpheus sighed.

"It's alright, darling," you said softly. "Go take care of it."

He nodded. "I will be quick, my love."

You smiled at him before he rushed out of the room, after which you allowed your smile to fall. You sighed softly. You didn't want to be annoyed--it wasn't his fault he was so busy--but you were just so lonely.

You made your way slowly back to your bedroom. You took a hot bath before crawling into your bed. The bed was quite large, and so painfully empty.

You tossed back and forth for at least an hour, but you couldn't fall asleep. Eventually, you rolled onto your back with a dramatic sigh. Your body felt like it was on fire, your nerve endings alight with need.

You knew what you needed, but you didn't often have to take matters into your own hands--Morpheus was always ready and willing to satisfy your needs. Tonight, however, you needed a release and your husband was much too busy to help you.

You sighed as you sat up, tugging your nightgown off over your head. You laid back down and closed your eyes, trying desperately to imagine Morpheus's hands instead of your own. Your hands slid down your body towards where you needed them most.

The moment they settled between your legs, you released a soft sigh. As you began to move, your breathing became heavy and your soft moans filled the room. You sped up your ministrations, the volume of your moans increasing with the speed.

"Morpheus," you whispered softly, your imagination filling your mind with images of your husband.

On the other side of The Dreaming, Morpheus was finishing up his business when he suddenly heard your voice breaking through his concentration.

"(Y/N)?" he said as he looked up.

Soft moans carried across the breeze--your moans.

Morpheus froze, his body immediately wanting to respond to you, despite the fact he was not alone. He knew he likely wasn't going to be able to finish working, especially when he heard you call his name.

"I must go," he said abruptly.

"My lord?"

"My wife requires my immediate attention. I shall not be returning until tomorrow."

His creation simply nodded, but Morpheus didn't stay long enough to see it. He disappeared, instantly reappearing in his bedchamber. What he saw was enough for him to stop breathing.

You were completely naked on top of your shared bed, hands between your legs, body writhing as you pleasured yourself. Pretty moans floated across the room, turning Morpheus almost completely feral.

"Beloved," he said lowly, voice rough with desire.

Your eyes shot open and your hands instinctively flew to cover yourself as much as you could. When you saw Morpheus standing at the end of the bed looking at you like he was about to eat you alive, your hands lowered to your sides and you bit your lip.

"What do you think you are doing, my love?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, Morpheus--I just--I needed--I need you."

His eyes impossibly darkened, turning into a starless night sky. "You could have come to me, darling."

"You were busy...I didn't wanna bother you."

"Sweetheart," he whispered as he lowered himself onto the bed, body hovering above yours possessively. "You could never bother me."

Your lips parted and your breathing became heavy. "Morpheus..."

"Yes, my love?"

"Please..." you whimpered.

"Tell me what you need, my darling."

"I need you to touch me," you begged.

Morpheus smiled wolfishly. "Anything for you," he whispered as his clothing magically disappeared. His lips met yours in a hungry, possessive kiss, which you responded to instantly. You tangled your fingers into his thick, dark hair and moaned against his lips.

His soft hands caressed your skin and his lips began to trail down your neck, focusing on your most sensitive spot. His fingers glided down your body, stopping to collect the moisture pooling in your core.

He separated from you, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste you, a soft groan of satisfaction leaving his mouth.

"Please," you whispered. "Don't tease me."

Morpheus smiled. "As you wish, my darling."

He wasted no time in lowering himself between your legs, lips immediately attaching themselves to your core. When his tongue snaked out to caress you, a broken moan slipped past your lips.

Every time with Morpheus was incredible. It was to be expected from an Endless, but you couldn't deny his sheer talent. You weren't sure if he used magic or if he was simply that good; either way, you were thankful.

"Morpheus," you murmured, his name both a prayer and a plea.

Somehow he always seemed to know exactly what you wanted and needed, and this moment was no different. His tongue danced across you, fingers gently coaxing you towards your climax.

You moaned loudly enough for all The Dreaming to hear when your orgasm washed over you, but those moans were practically whispers in comparison to the sounds the Dream Lord would tear from your throat this night.

Morpheus did not stop his actions, did not allow you even a moment to catch your breath. He brought you to climax again and again and again, before he finally acquiesced to your pleas for a pause.

"I have left you alone for far too long, my love," he murmured into your ear. His soft hands caressed your form, gently massaging your skin, the touch a comforting gesture. "It is my honor to make it up to you."

"I think..." you gasped out breathlessly, "...you have."

Morpheus chuckled darkly. "Oh no, beloved. I have only just begun."

Your eyes widened as you gazed into his handsome face. "You can't...be serious."

He offered you a pleased smirk. "Oh, but I am, my darling. I fully intend to have you writhing beneath me for the rest of the night. I wish to hear nothing but the sweet sounds coming from your lips. All the mortals visiting The Dreaming this night will have the most pleasant dreams indeed."

You stared up at him, completely breathless, utterly spent, and yet so entirely his. His fiery gaze and his passionate words lit a spark inside of you only his touch could put out.

You touched his face almost reverently as you whispered, "Please, Morpheus." Your meaning was quite clear: you wanted nothing more than the promise of endless pleasure, pleasure only he could give you.

His fingers intertwined with yours and he pulled your hands above your head, holding them in place with one arm. He entered you swiftly, giving you no time to prepare or adjust, before setting a brutal pace. There was nothing cruel about his actions...it was pure passion in its rawest and truest form.

Morpheus was true to his word, as he always was. He pleasured your body all throughout the night, bringing you a pleasure so intense it would have incapacitated a lesser being. His own pleasure was derived from seeing you like this, from hearing you scream his name, feeling you clench around him so tightly he couldn't breathe.

He whispered sweet nothings against your skin, marking the supple flesh with his deep, endless love. His body was never apart from yours for more than an instant all throughout the night.

When the sun began to rise, Morpheus finally allowed you to rest. He held your spent body against him, the warmth of your skin a comfort to him. You had long since fallen asleep, but he did not dare move. He couldn't bear the thought of waking you or leaving your side, duties be damned.

So there he lay, the King of Dreams, holding his lover tightly in his arms, protecting her and loving her with all he had to give from his Endless soul.

#Morpheus x reader smut #Morpheus x reader #morpheus x wife!reader #morpheus smut #sandman smut #the sandman #Dream #Morpheus

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xxliliana-screamsxx · 9 months

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SALLY FACE HCs #2🎭

FEM! READER

(Author note: I'm feeling a lil sad n lonely so I'ma make something fluffy 🥹 I'm one sad MF I swear 😭💀) also these headcanons only include Larry and sal, I would include Ashley but I suck at writing F/F relationship HCs😭 quite shocking coming from the pansexual gal ik. Plz don't hate me if these HCs are choppy I can't write worth shit plus it's 1 in the morning and I'm tired as hell but I don't wanna disappoint you all 🥲 ANYWAYS ENJOY ❣️

(headcanon description: This is more of how they would react to you being distant from them and insecure about yourself)

Sal Fisher🎭

He's used to your normal bubbly personality and kind heart but he noticed something different..

He won't stop asking what's wrong bc he's afraid that he may be the cause of your distance (same 🥲)

Ofc since you're not talking to him he'll give random gifts left n right to apologize for whatever he did even if he didn't do anything to you🥹

Eventually when you tell him why you're being distant he immediately comforts you and does everything in his own power to make you feel better ❤️

He was a tad bit upset that you didn't tell him what was wrong sooner but he can't stay upset when it comes to you 💕

Though you may think you're ugly and imperfect he thinks otherwise

"I don't understand, how could you love someone like me? You said while looking in the mirror observing your body. "What do you mean? What's not to love about you". "Well for one, my thighs are too big, I have a belly pudge, and my acne scars are ugly" you say in disgust of yourself. "Hey, no matter what, I will always love you and besides who cares about your belly pudge? The bigger the woman the more woman to love ❤️"

He absolutely adores you and shows it whether it's through gifts or physical contact 💕

If you have Belly chub Oh my lord he's head over heels and will make sure you know it 🥰

He will love you til all those insecurities and negative thoughts are gone❤️

(if you ever came across those memes that say "fuck it, wrap me in a blanket, feed me cake and tell me I'm pretty" he'd most definitely do exactly that😚)

Larry Johnson 🚬

This man almost IMMEDIATELY catches on with your distance between you and him

He'll sit you down and talk to you and ask what's wrong and when you reply he'll hug you and hold on to you like you're gonna turn to dust if he doesn't lol

He understands your insecurities and will do everything he can to help you get into a better mindset 💕

He doesn't like seeing you upset so ofc the constant love and affection is a normal routine for him, he'll do anything to keep you happy 🥹❤️(I'm sobbing rn)

As much as you hate your body, he loves it. And I don't mean in a sexual way but more of a loving way ya know?

He hates seeing you cry, he'll hold you and for hours maybe even days if he has to, just to get you smiling again 💕

(ya know those long ass love letters you see on TikTok, he'd take the time out of his day to make you one of those❤️)

I'm truly sorry to whoever requested this 😭 I forgot their @ but hopefully they see it 😭🙏 also sorry for the crappy writing 😞

#sally face headcanons #sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #larry johnson x reader #sally face game #fem!reader #fluff

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queenie-blackthorn · 11 months

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nothing sets me crying more than reading the teasers for the wicked powers/the black volume of the dead, so why not overanalyze them and wish for death in the process (i got all of them from the page on fandom)

❗️spoilers ahead ❗️

he kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. five kisses, five words. his last.

no 🫶🫶 (im hoping this is a flashback gurl plz i hope its not the ‘lightwood death in each series’ thing coming after my life)

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"oh, god, the lovebirds," magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. "i hate happy couples."

this could be anything tbh but prolly gonna be in tbvotd

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belatedly, she realized something else. "do you... have anything?"

he didnt seem to have recovered from her last comment. "but do you mean - wait, do i have what?"

she slitted her eyes at him. "something important."

"like what? the phone number for the white house?" a moment later, under her withering glare, realization dawned. "oh." his was the expression of someone who has run out of gas in the middle of the desert, miles from help. "i..."

there are literally zero names in this one but i think its gonna be smth w dru and jaime (maybe the eternidad ??) but i swear if it turns out to be a joke imma flip a table

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"what if i just love you? what if i love you but i never touch you or talk about it, what would happen then?"

i think this might happen after a conversation between kit and ty where either kit says “its too dangerous to love me” or “i dont love you” and then ty replies w this

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"well, its a bit ironic, isnt it?"

"what do you mean?"

"all that effort to convince you i wasnt in love with you, and here i am, dying in your arms."

this is gonna kill me i just know it, but i have a feeling its gonna be kit saying the first and third lines and hes talking to ty, and then i can imagine it saying “dont say that,” ty said furiously

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his face crumpled. "he hates me," he said. "all i do is love him, but he hates me, he just hates me, i dont know why."

clearly gonna be ty talking about kit (to either livvy or dru ???)

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there was nothing less sexy than an angry-looking cat on your bed.

okay this is 100% magnus’s pov in tbvotd 💀💀

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"actually, its short for maximum lightwood," said magnus. "as in the most amount of lightwood you can have."

… no comment. actually, yea i do have smth to say. i love magnus.

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"no one who loved you would want you to sacrifice your own happiness."

if we’re going by the thing where kit doesnt want ty to love him for his safety, then someone is gonna say this to kit for sure

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alec was beginning to understand how the slings and arrows of fortune and history had shaped magnus and made him what he was. it was a delightful sort of discovery, as getting to know magnus always had been. magnus was probably the one person in the world who'd never bored him.

im craving more malec scenes please dear god

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"i was thinking about monogrammed towels," said isabelle.

"my name is going to be simon lewis lovelace lightwood," said simon. "no monogrammed towels."

first off, i forgot that simon wants to take isabelles last name

second, his initials are technically S.L.L.L oh my lord

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it was late, and someone was trying to break into the high warlock of brooklyn’s apartment.

magnus bane, the high warlock in question, felt this behavior was rash and foolish. he’d been passed out on his still-made bed, too exhausted to slip under the burgundy and emerald sheets, or even take off his robe, when he heard the noise of his window sliding open. he was grateful for the robe. he felt it would be demoralizing to face housebreakers in nothing but silk pajama bottoms.

also, the housebreakers had done nothing to deserve such a sight.

seeing magnus bane in nothing but silk pajama bottoms is the stuff of dreams

jokes (even tho i meant it with full seriousness) aside, this is definitely gonna be the opening lines of tbvotd. if it turns out to not be, i will never show my face in public again because of how sure i am right now

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junnmoon · 1 month

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mlb group chat???

pov ur besties with the miraculous characters.

(maripoo=marinette ,awlyeah=alya, speakup=adrien, lukipoo=luka, ninaur=nino, and y/n)

cunty little babies 👶

*maripoo created a chat*

*maripoo added adrien.a, alya.c, y/n, luka.c, nino.l*

maripoo: hello every nyan

maripoo: plz rename urselfs i can’t take it.

awlyeah: finally a gc

ninaur: frl

lukipoo: hey??

speakup: i didn’t name myself this.

speakup: y/n come out of hiding ik it was you.

y/n: oh..erm….haii :3

awlyeah: i was gonna say let’s get food again but mari doesn’t love us anymore so she won’t come

ninaur: tbh when we was at dennys she was throating them waffles like a mf

maripoo: CAN U QUIT IT??

y/n: mari where is adrien rn i have

to give him my notes

speakup: why are you asking her and not me

maripoo: well it’s almost 3 so he’s probably in the car right now otw to fencing practice with kagami then they go out to eat afterwards so he should be free at like 4:30ish- oh. yeah maybe ask him..

ninaur: jaw dropped

awlyeah: mari you’re terrifying.

speakup: ..i think it’s kinda comforting idk

y/n: oh yeah y’all both fucked up mentally

maripoo: ANYWAYS!! what r u going to give him y/n..

y/n: …why is ur aura threatening rn

maripoo: 😆

y/n:does anyone wanna get lunch w me😣

awlyeah: I WOULD but me and nino r going out as we speak

y/n: sighhh. wake up and break up

lukipoo: i wanna get lunch with you

y/n: YAYY

speakup:wake up and break up u said?

y/n: shut

maripoo: juleka js texted me asking if we wanna sleepover tonight😝

awlyeah: yassss

y/n: WHY is viperion so fine omg

maripoo: this is the wrong gc i’m afraid.

y/n: ….oh

lukipoo: ??

awlyeah: speak ur truth n/n

y/n: ykw i WILL cs chat noir fine as shit too

speakup: ????

maripoo: CHAT NOIR??? EW TAKE IT BACK

y/n: FYM????

maripoo: NO WAY U LIKE CHAT NOIR

y/n: ermm ofc i do.. hes tewwww fine

maripoo: have you ever met him.

y/n: I HAVE! he took me up to a rooftop when

there was an akuma alert

speakup: what was he like

y/n: he’s so babygirl

y/n: OH I MET VIPERION TOO lord…i luv me

the emos

awlyeah: i remeber u simultaneously telling me about cat noir and viperion for 7 hours non stop

y/n: THEYRE SOOOOOO

maripoo: still can’t fathom the chat noir hype

y/n: do u want me to break down 4 u damn

maripoo: yes bruh

speakup: not a fan of cat noir mari?

maripoo: not my type.

lukipoo: interesting

y/n: i luv kitty noir BUT…..viperion is my

boyfie i fear.. :/ (mad at chat for flirting

w lb on tv)

lukipoo: yeah?

awlyeah: yeah you tell him y/n !!!

maripoo: YEHA BOOOOOO CAT NOIR BOOO

ninaur: BOOOO🍅

speakup: but guys

y/n: SHUT UP BROKE BOY

y/n: BOOOOO CAT NOIR👎

speakup: broke boy is crazy.

thanks for reading tbh. i’m obviously very new to this LMFAOOO but there will be a part 2 bc these r fun to write.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #mlb x reader #miraculous x reader #cat noir #ml ladybug #crack fic #chat fic #funny #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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oysterdelite · 3 months

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Pups that make their owners better??? Oh lord oh lord. Owners who can’t do jack shit but then they get a pup and suddenly they have someone else to care for and now they’re eating better and drinking water and taking care of themself and their pup.

Yeah.

This has absolutely NOTHING to do with my inability to care for myself unless I have someone else to care for, not at all. Nothing to do with my want to cook and clean and fuck someone till they cry. Not AT ALL related to my need to take care of someone in every possible way including making them cum so hard they beg me to keep going.

Pup that works a hard and taxing job who comes home to a clean house and dinner ready and thanks their owner by getting on their knees and begging to cum.

Sub who can’t touch themself until their dom is done washing the dishes and they can’t do anything about it because their dom is the only one allowed to clean.

Soft owner who strips the bed and their pup after sex and replaces the sheets and cleans off their pup and gets them into Jammie’s before they lay down for cuddling and a show.

Anyway. More non traditional pet/owner or dom/sub relationships plz and thanks!

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mxcat777 · 1 year

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So what if

Dream is sort of Shakespeare's patron, right? So would that make Shakespeare on of His™? And if so, would he reside in the Dreaming after his death instead of the Sunless Lands?

'cause if so. Consider.

He's still writing. (A lot)

He keeps up with modern literature, but keeps writing (at least mostly) in Early Modern English (that's it, right? Do I have my lit facts straight?). Imagine his recent plays littered with slang, disney references, (un)subtle references to shit that was based on his stuff that he either loves or hates, both are good.

He's kind of a favourite of Dream's. The same way Lucienne and Jessamy and The Corinthian are. He can get away with saying shit, because if he offends Dream he can turn around and start sprouting some poetry at that vain-ass bitch and all is forgiven. (In the worst cases it takes a new play about his royal majesty the Dream King and how generous and benevolent and regal he is)

Fishbowling happens, not sure what Will would do, the plot bunny didn't care.

Dream is back, all is well, he goes to the New Inn, Hob and Dream are now officially Friends.

They meet up more bc friends see each other more often than once a century. Oh yeah friends also know each others' names and such. So Dream tells Hob a bit about himself.

At some point he's like, hey hob u wanna see the dreaming?

Hob's like yES PLz??

Hob gets a tour, and from that point on usually gets the option at night to dream normally or visit the palace.

On one fateful night, Hob decides to take a stroll through the library, goes looking for Marlowe's shelf, because he kind of wonders what other stuff that genius would have written had he lived longer.

Only to (maybe literally) bump into, you guessed it, Will Bloody Shaxberd.

He stares.

Will goes 'hey'.

And then Hob goes somewhat feral.

(no he is not over it, sue him, he's allowed to hold a grudge.)

He goes off on a rant about, see, ofc ur still plagiarizing marlowe he was so much better i can't believe dream left me for you you useless twat you couldn't write shit without him so why did you get the fucking privilege of living with him and knowing him for fucking centuries i had to fight 600 years for his bloody name and i'm guessing you got it right that first meeting hm?

And Will goes oh shit it's you! And then cuts Hob off with a "you're so right! I was an absolute shit playwright before your friend helped me!"

And Hob is... Understandably lost. This was not how it went in his head.

And then Will continues, I was so nervous the time right after that meeting, I knew he was some sort of supernatural being, no clue what though, he's really not good at introductions, is he, so I sort of assumed you were too, and I was waiting for your revenge for stealing your date away, recently found out you're actually human, albeit immortal, and it was not a date, though, speaking of, have you sorted yourselves out yet?

And Hob, quite understandably even more baffled, sort of gapes for a bit.

Before very nervously denying anything of the sort.

Will just stares.

And goes, bruv, you weren't subtle then, still aren't now, spare everyone else the UST, please, for the love of god, you two need to fuck post haste.

And Hob is like, hahaha, eh, yeah, nope, fun seeing you, BYE.

So Will sighs. And goes to see Lucienne, as any sensible person would.

Lucienne sighs as well. At which point Will steps to Dream himself.

"My lord?" "Yes, William?" "Forgive my directness, but so as not to risk any misunderstandings, what exactly is your relationship with Hob Gadling?" "We are friends. Why do you ask? Is that not clear?" "Well, to be perfectly honest, m'lord, I assumed you were... Involved™." "We are not." "But you'd like to be though, right?" "You dare presume to know-" " I dare presume to know what attraction, romance, love, all that looks like, sire. I must do, after portraying it in my plays for over four centuries. After writing several hundreds of sonnets on the topic." "I-" "In my humble opinion, my lord, it is a good match. He understands you, you continue to fascinate each other, he can provide a safe place where you need not be monarch for a moment. And of course, you are quite obviously attracted to one another sexually." "WILLIAM SH-" "Oh calm down! I'm certainly not judging either of you!" "...he is attracted to me?" "..." "Is he?" "YES! Lord give me faith! Kiss him! Go to him and teleport the both of you onto a bed! Or if you want to be sappy go slow and bring him a rose, but please, for the love of the collective sanity, do something!" "But how do you know? What if you misunderstood? What if it is unwelcome? I cannot lose him!"

At which point Will turns around, leaves the throne room, goes back to the library and rant to Lucienne

"I swear I'm going to write a play about them, just to point out how stupid this is. I feel compelled to call it a tragedy, but I think it needs to have a happy ending, otherwise Lord Broodphius would get stuck on the but what if it does end in tragedy, so I suppose a comedy would be fitting, but then again, this is too painful to watch to qualify as a comedy. Tragic comedy? Comic tragedy? I'll figure it out..."

And Lucienne is like, if you'd like to perform it properly I'm sure there are a few dreams who would be more than willing to help out, take on a role.

Hob comes back to the Dreaming a few days later and finds Will up to his elbows in paper, reference books, thesauruses and rhyming dictionaries (handy things those), and empty mugs and the like.

Will looks up, somewhat manic, and is like, Hob! Great! Just the person I wanted to see! Would you help me, please?

Hob's like, sure? Kind of apprehensive, but he gave everything some thought and decided that as long as he could go on dunking on him, he could let go of most of his jealousy (cuz that's what is was, he's mature enough to admit)

Will goes, Awesome! Tell me about you and Morphius! How do you see him, what's your story, I only ever get bits and pieces from his lordship, so I'm in severe need of some context...

And Hob is somewhat suspicious, but he indulges him, and really, telling the story comes too easy, so he gets into it completely and doesn't even notice when he starts slipping into rants about Dream, about how beautiful, and magnificent, and misunderstood, and kind, and way-out-of-his-league-but-god-dammit-he-went-and-fell-in-love-with-the-bastard-anyway he is

And Will takes studious notes.

And then goes like, so some of the sonnets I've written were with you two in mind, you wanna give me some feedback? (Ahem, sonnet 24/29, some others work too, undoubtedly, but I am no Shakespeare expert, unfortunately)

And he does something similar with Dream, maybe citing Hob's dislike of him as the reason he wants to know more about him without having to bother him overly much, like, I want to set things right between us, but I need to know more about him to do that, will you help me, m'lord

And he does

And Will just sits back and takes notes as Dream also spirals into a passion fueled rant about Hob

And all those notes end up in the eventual play

Auditions for the roles happen when Dream and Hob are out on a Not Date™ in the Waking.

There are surprisingly many auditioning for Hob's role, and surprisingly little for Dream's

Until Will points out that Dream would probably be more offended by an unworthy portrayal of his Love that of himself, at which point some of the dreams bow out entirely, bc Will knows how vain their lord is, so they decide not to risk unmaking and tactically retreat

Will is in his fucking element, it's been way too long since he's properly directed a play!

Eventually Will comes up to the Mutually Pining Idiots like, hey m'lord, Hob, I've written a new play, and I've been working with some of the dreams to make it happen, do you want to see??

So they watch. They watch as two absolute fucking idiots stumble around each other, everyone on and off stage can see how stupidly in love they are except for them, and both start sweating profusely when they start recognizing their own words quoted back at them.

The end of the play is something of a direct call-out and a plea from the dreams to please just talk to each other, fuck and get married, preferably in that order, but they're not picky.

Then everyone leaves them alone for the Conversation that is most likely going to happen.

Will stays behing hiding unobtrusively in the shadows tho.

He's not about to let all his work go to waste if these idiots ty to play it off again. He will lock them in a broom closet if he has to, watch him.

They don't.

Luckily.

There are like three sentences total spoken. Then they're aggressively making out.

Will leaves the room very content about his matchmaking skills.

And hey! He got a good play out of it, if he does say so himself!

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this-is-krikkit · 12 days

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Hii! If you're taking prompts then can you plz do some levihan on this:

'I've been born in the wrong timeline and the wrong gender!'

'And you realized that after sixteen years?'

hello! you're the first anon i don't feel i have to apologize to for taking too long to reply to a prompt lmao, hope you'll enjoy this!

of swords and crushes (1.4k words)

tags: levihan, modern AU (coffee shop AU if you squint), game of thrones references but you don't need to be a big fan to get em, GOT-typical violence mentioned

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“I’m telling you, I was born in the wrong timeline and the wrong sex!” Hange exclaims, trading their branded apron for their civilian coat and giving a last minute check to the coffee shop for any obvious task they might have forgotten.

Levi clicks his tongue at them, not for the first time that day, and gestures for them to leave out the front door with him.

“And you only realized that after sixteen years, while watching a blockbuster series about sword fights and magic?”

“Yes! No? I don’t know, I just know I want to be a knight!” they whine, using the tone they know their coworker can hardly stand.

“You want to be a knight, or you want to do one of them?”

“Levi! How dare you put your dirty thoughts into my pure and innocent mind!”

“I may not watch that shit show myself, shitty glasses, but I’ve seen enough screen caps and memes to know no one innocent watches it. Not with those casting choices anyway.”

Hange’s glasses reflect the setting sun and hide their eyes even as they grin devilishly at him, and he groans at his own slip up.

“Oh, you’ve seen enough screen caps to have an opinion then? Tell me, which one strikes your fancy, Neat Freak? The sadist bastard who tortures people into becoming his slaves, or the annoyingly rich golden boy who had three kids with his own sister?”

He just stares at them for a minute, then shakes his head as he locks the front door.

“I swear this show gets worse every time I hear about it,” he mumbles under his breath. “Either way, the one I like best has green eyes, and I think his father was in Lord of The Rings or something?”

“Oh… You mean, Robb Stark?”

Levi glares their way, because how the fuck would he know, again? But Hange, as always immune to his stink eye, just pulls their phone out and hands it over after a quick search.

“Here, is that him? Oh my God, you’re blushing, it’s totally him!” they squeal before Levi can even confirm it with words.

“Shut up and help me pull this down,” he requests, gesturing to the iron shutter they have to secure before leaving. “He is cute,” he still feels the need to argue defensively as Hange complies.

They chuckle and bump their shoulder to his when they squat down to help him with the heavy padlock that secures the system in place.

“He is,” they agree with a reassuring smile, before letting a sigh out. “Shame that he dies in season three though.”

“What? I thought he was, like, the main character!”

“Well, he is, until, you know... he gets his throat slit at his cousin’s wedding, right after he sees his pregnant wife getting stabbed straight into her belly.”

Levi picks up his jaw from the floor and turns to face his coworker, waiting to see if there’s any chance they could be trying to pull one on him —they don’t usually have a strong enough poker face to actually trick him, but they’ve surprised him before in the year they’ve been sharing shifts on this shitty part time job.

“She dies too, of course! Along with everyone who was with them then,” Hange adds right away, like that’s somehow reassuring.

“Why the fuck do you watch this shit, Four Eyes?” he asks, genuinely confused about it all.

“Ah, sorry, I know you’re weird about this stuff. We can talk about something else if you want,” they offer with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of their neck in discomfort.

“I’m not weird about it,” Levi corrects, dismissing their concern with a wave of his hand, “and it’s fine to discuss. I just don’t like violence for the sake of violence, or for shock value. Feels lazy to me.”

“That’s not all there is to it!”

He gives them a pointed glance, and Hange has the decency to blush a little.

“Okay, it’s probably a big part of it… But the plot does justify it most of the time so far, and some characters are really interesting and fun to try to figure out, I think you’d enjoy it! Besides, the fighting scenes are so badass, Levi!”

They launch into a mock choreography of what he can only assume is one of those scenes, and Levi doesn’t bother holding back a chuckle as he walks alongside them. He ignores the puzzled looks from people who pass them by, throwing a glare or two whenever someone dares to stare for too long with judging eyes.

“How do you have so much energy after the shift you just pulled on top of a day in class, for fuck's sake? I really feel like I’m the older one here sometimes.”

And alright, Levi does have another, early and demanding job to go to while other kids his age are in school, which might explain his own state of tiredness. But Hange truly is something else, stamina-wise.

“That’s because you’re an old soul, Levi, whereas I’m brand new and enthusiastic about what the world has to offer! And about swords!”

“Yeah, right. Why don’t you sign up to fencing lessons and get it out of your system for good?”

“Sure, let me give up this side job I only took for the fun of it, ask my imaginary butler to fetch my thousand dollars allowance from my billionaire parents and I’ll do just that!”

He bites the inside of his cheek to prevent his smile from stretching too wide, even though he knows Hange will be able to tell they got him with that one anyway.

“Point taken,” he gives in.

The walk back to their subway station is silent, a little less comfortable than usual when they’re both painfully aware that Hange’s now thinking about their own financial issues —the unfortunate reason they even took this job and met Levi in the first place.

He looks around the industrial neighborhood they’re walking, and spots two long rusty metal pipes hanging out from a bin nearby. In a fit of renewed energy he didn’t suspect he could have, he rushes over there, grabs them —heavier than they look, but he knows they can both handle it— and throws one at Hange’s feet.

“Here you go, Sir Hange Zoë,” he declares, feeling absolutely ridiculous as he stands in what he hopes looks like a sword fighting position —he sure hopes Hange will give him a break, it’s not like he has a wide frame of reference for this. “Fight me.”

They chortle, the sound immediately brightening the mood —and Levi’s day.

“You don’t have to do this, Levi. You were right, it’s kind of childish.”

He frowns and charges, hitting their shin lightly with his shabby weapon. Hange’s eyebrows shoot up on their forehead, and he can tell they’re slowly giving in.

“Levi! You can’t attack a defenseless maiden, that’s not gentleman-y at all!”

“You’re not a maiden, dumbass. And who said I’m a gentleman?”

Next time he lunges, they block the blow thanks to their own pipe and send him stumbling back —with a force that would surprise anyone else considering how lanky they look in their baggy clothes, and a fire in their eyes that would no doubt freak them out too. Levi, however, has known for months now that the tall nerdy weirdo look is only a mask hiding a fierce, passionate kid who might just be the strongest person he’s ever met —in more ways than one.

Sadly, they’re also much more —how did they put it again? Oh, right— enthusiastic about the whole fighting thing than he’d foreseen, and he soon finds himself having an actual hard time holding them off. One of their well placed hits shatters the pipe he was holding in his hold, and he thanks his lucky star that the combat has to end as he puts both hands up.

“Alright, I yield! You’re right, Four Eyes, you would have made a great knight.”

“Thank you!” they reply with a wink and a graceless curtsy.

Hange throws their pipe back into the trash can, before holding out their hand to ask for the some of the hand gel Levi’s already rubbing on his palms. He throws them a disapproving look, more for show than anything else, and gives them some —really, he’s kind of excited that they’re finally getting some of his neat freak habits, as they always call them.

“So, I won, right?” they ask him when they start walking again.

“Tch, I guess you did,” he grants them, not up to point out how questionable that statement is when really, breaking your opponent’s weapon has to be against the rules, right?

“Then my prize is... that you have to watch the next season with me!”

He spends the rest of the walk and the three subway stations they share trying to get out of that commitment.

(He fails.)

#levihan fanfiction #levihan #snk fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #anon asks #asks #my stuff #do i need to tag this as got spoilers??#it's been a solid decade so let's not mmkay #not on ao3

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jesusjizz · 2 years

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I Need You Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

A/N: Hiiii! This is the first writing I'm posting ever, so if you hate it, plz dont tell me. :-) This is not historically accurate in the slightest, but neither is the show so whatever. This is also not a show accurate Anthony, he is way less stuck up in this, but with the same charm. I have been searching for a slightly sub Anthony fic, but couldn’t find one anywhere, so I decided to make it! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Anthony Bridgerton is set on marrying this season, and the reader has no idea he has eyes for her.

Warnings: pillow princess Anthony, light sub/dom themes (dom!reader), and a healthy sprinkle of regency era foot fetish :-)

Word Count: 5,000+

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Hyde Park is bustling with people out for an afternoon promenade. Among the crowd, you spot your friend Daphne. The two of you have been friends for some time, since you lived across the street from the Bridgertons, and Daphne was only one year your elder. You were by her side all throughout last season, when she was named diamond, and she intends to do the same for you.

“Your Grace.” You greet her with a dramatic bow and suppressed laughter. She turns, her polite smile already making its way to her face before she realizes it's you.

“My diamond!” She says, equally as dramatic while pulling you in for a hug. “How have you been?”

You haven't seen her since she became a duchess ten months ago, but the two of you pick up right where you left off. “I should be asking you that!” you say dramatically, gasping when you see her swollen belly. “You are with child?” You ask excitedly.

“I am afraid pregnancy suits her well.” The Duke appears at her side, smiling brightly while placing a delicate hand on his wife's stomach. You greet the Duke in the same manner you did Daphne, only with more formality. He waves your manners away. “Please, there is no need for formalities. How have you been Y/N?” he asks with genuine curiosity.

“Oh haven't you heard, Hastings? Miss Y/L/N is the season incomparable.” The comment was from none other than Anthony Bridgerton himself. There was a hint of something in his voice, but you could not quite place it.

Your relationship with the Viscount is confusing to say the least. He has always respected you as a self sufficient woman, able to stand your ground and go against societal norms, but he also loved to pick on you. He secretly loves the way you challenge him. No one else besides his family holds him accountable in the same way you do, and his enjoyment of it vexes him to no end. It is quite the same for you. You get a rush every time he admits defeat to you, which means most of your conversations end up in an argument, but neither of you truly dislike the other.

“Jealous, are you, Lord Bridgerton?” You ask him with feigned care. You have never been one for society, so much so that you held your debut off for as long as possible. You despise the way society oppresses women, but as an only child, you know it is your duty as a daughter to marry. You did not want to be this seasons diamond, in fact you almost cried when you were appointed, and not out of joy. But now you are, and you are forced to be okay with that.

Anthony’s face morphs into a sneer, but before he can respond, Daphne interjects.

“As much as I have missed your squabbles, I believe Y/N and I should head to the Modiste in preparation for tonight's ball.” You smile and give her a nod before linking arms and heading toward town.

The modiste is bustling with ladies of the ton, so you and Daphne take your time examining fabrics.

“I hear Anthony has decided to wed this season.” Daphne says, giving you a suspicious side glance. There is a stirring in your stomach, jealousy perhaps, but you push the feeling away.

You clear your throat before speaking, “Well, I pity the lady he should choose. She will have her hands full indeed.” Daphne laughs before giving you a look you do not quite understand. “What?” You ask. But before she can respond, you are being called away by Madame Delocoix. Daphne keeps a coy look on her face for the rest of your fitting, but says nothing more about the Viscount, much to your dismay.

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Lady Danbury’s ball is filled with elaborate fineries and beautiful guests. Your entrance was dramatic, thanks to Lady Danbury, who announced your arrival for all to hear. You were instantly bombarded with suitors claiming spaces on your dance card, much to your chagrin. Across the room, you could see a similar scene unfolding, but instead there is a hoard of ladies surrounding one eligible bachelor. You refuse to take your eyes off the scene, searching for the mystery bachelor to no avail, but you have a good idea of who is hidden among the fawning ladies.

Hours go by, and your feet are beginning to ache. A direct result of multiple dances with men who lack coordination. You retire to the refreshment table in hopes of finding solitude, but you are met with the one person you simply cannot relax around.

“Ah, Lady Y/N. Have you grown tired of getting your toes stepped on?” Anthony says in a condescending voice. You take a deep breath to compose yourself, aware of the eyes constantly on you as the seasons diamond.

“Lord Bridgerton.” You greet with a small curtsy. “I must admit, I have grown quite weary of dancing.” You decide against poking the bear tonight, since you are already much too exhausted and an argument would only exhaust you further. Anthony’s eyes bulge slightly at the honesty you give him, but he plays along. “I see. I must agree with you, I find dancing to be quite tiring.” He gives you a side glance to gauge your reaction, and his stomach flips when he sees your gaze focused solely on his.

“I suppose you were the cause of the hoard of eligible misses earlier?” You say, nudging his arm in mock approval. He shakes his head with a smile, “Unfortunately so.”

“I do hate these events.” You admit with a sigh. “They are dreadfully boring.”

“I agree. I have quite a few places I’d rather be at the moment.” He says with a smirk, eyeing you up and down. The gaze causes heat to pool between your legs, and you can feel your face reddening. You compose yourself quickly before responding.

“And what might those places be, hm?” You reply with an equally taunting smirk, causing Anthony to have a similar reaction as you. Your curiosity only grows, but as you look at him you can see your mother, Violet Bridgerton, and Daphne all looking in your direction with smiles on their faces. You certainly do not like that.

Before he can respond, Anthony’s attention is pulled elsewhere.

“Lord Lumley.” You hear Anthony greet the man approaching, forcing you to look away from the trio observing you.

“My Lord,” You give a light bow in Lumley’s direction.

“Miss Y/L/N, I am pleased to see you tonight. May I have your next dance?” He asks, bowing and offering his hand. You were getting ready to politely decline, but a voice beat you to it.

“I am afraid Miss Y/N is not available at the moment. I am to accompany her in the next dance.” Anthony states in a voice that leaves no room for disagreement. You can't help the urge you have to tell him off for speaking for you. You are entirely capable of using your own voice to make your own decisions, and besides, you don't even want to dance again. But before you can protest, Anthony offers you his arm.

You take it with a glare before moving towards the dance floor. You take a glance over your shoulder to see the trio of women smiling and whispering to one another, seemingly pleased you are taking to the floor with the Viscount.

The waltz begins, and the first few moments are met with silence between the two of you. “We have an audience.” You say in a hushed voice, motioning your head toward the two Bridgertons chatting with your mother in the corner. “They’ve been staring for quite some time.”

“Have they, now?” Anthony asks, a sense of pride bubbling in his chest.

“My Lord,” You ask, forcing Anthony to meet your eyes again. He does so with little hesitation, and a slight pleading look in his gaze that sends a shock through you. You love the way he responds so quickly to you. “You never answered my question.” You say, with a sly raise of your eyebrow.

Anthony gives you an approving look before speaking. “There are many places a man likes to enjoy his time.” He says, his voice dropping an octave as he leans closer to you.

“Pray tell, Lord Bridgerton.” You say in a voice barely above a whisper. Your faces are mere inches apart, and the tension is palpable.

“I’m afraid those establishments are no place for a lady, let alone the diamond of the season.” He says pointedly, his gaze never leaving yours. You lift your chin defiantly before responding.

“I see. Afraid I will cower like the prim and proper lady I’m meant to be?” You ask in an accusatory tone. If anyone knows the extent of your hatred for society's oppression of women, it is him, which is why his answer almost offends you.

“Quite the opposite, I’m afraid.” Anthony says, his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. He dips his head toward your ear, whispering, “I believe you would enjoy them too much. They are called vices for a reason.”

A shiver of excitement runs down your spine, and you can only hope this is meant as an invitation to you. “A gaming hell?” you question quietly. Anthony’s approving smile is all the answer you need.

“Take me to one.” You blurt out. You cannot deny your curiosity, especially when it is something so forbidden. Your excitement outweighs any of the dangers you could foresee.

Anthony looks hesitant, but the stern look on your face mixed with the hopeful glimmer in your eyes leaves him with no other choice but to agree.

The dance comes to an end, but before the two of you part ways, Anthony pulls you close.

“Be ready at midnight and I will fetch you from your house. Wear something to hide your identity. Your reputation will not be ruined on my behalf.” You nod in understanding before making your way back to the refreshment table as if nothing ever happened.

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Midnight comes faster than you anticipated. You have been dressed for over an hour, but you still feel unprepared. You are wearing your best corset, which accentuates your bust line perfectly, as well as an elaborate mask and free flowing hair, in an attempt to make yourself as unrecognizable as possible. As exciting as this is, you still understand the severity of what could happen if someone recognizes you.

You hear hooves outside, followed by the slight tapping of rocks on your window. You can't help the laugh that bubbles from your chest before you open your window. Below you stands Anthony, dressed in the same thing he wore to the ball, only now his suit jacket is unbuttoned proudly showing off his sheer undershirt. Your heart skips a beat before saying, “Meet me at the servants door.” He nods with a smile on his face, taking off in the direction of your rendezvous point.��

On your way out, you decide that you will not refuse yourself the pleasantries that gaming hells provide. Tonight is your one night of freedom, and you refuse to let it go to waste.

Anthony is waiting outside the servants door for you, just like you asked him to, and the sight causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You wonder how much control you have over him; how far could you go before he challenges you.

“I shall ride with you.” You tell him boldly, before he can make his way to your stables to fetch your horse.

He looks taken aback for a moment, before a slight tint rises to his cheeks. He nods and grabs your hand. “Of course, my lady.”

The title causes your skin to heat, and you beam with pride once you realize he did not challenge your request. He helps you onto his horse before mounting it himself, and takes off into the night.

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The room is crowded and loud, smoke hanging in the air as Anthony guides you to a small table in the corner. He ushers you into one side before sitting across from you and motioning to a waiter.

“Two brandy’s.” He commands. The waiter nods and scurries away, returning moments later with two glasses of dark liquid. You know of the spirit, due to your fathers love of alcohol, and can’t help the excitement swirling in you as Anthony hands you a glass.

His stare is burning into you as you raise the glass to your lips. You pause momentarily, and he raises an eyebrow. You smirk before downing the entire glass in a mere two swallows. Anthony tries as best he can to hide his shock, but fails miserably. You barely even wince at the burning feeling settling in your stomach, and he can’t help but find it undeniably attractive. Or maybe he just finds you attractive.

“Mmmm, I think I quite like that.” You say, making a show of slowly licking your lips. Anthony gives you a wanting look before downing his own beverage. In that moment, you realize something that slightly shocks you. You are flirting with him. And you're enjoying it.

“What are you doing to me?” Anthony says under his breath, shaking his head and repositioning his legs to suppress the bulge forming.

“What was that, My Lord?” You ask him, leaning forward and purposely pushing your chest out. Something has come over you tonight, a sort of power you have never felt before, and you don’t plan on letting it go to waste. The privacy of the booth Anthony chose for the both of you only fuels your behavior.

He clears his throat before responding in a wavering voice. “My Lady,” You hum in approval before he can continue, “I love it when you call me that.” Your voice is smooth and sultry, and Anthony has to close his eyes and take a deep breath to regain his composure.

You’ve let your guard down tonight, and Anthony decides it makes him like you even more. He decided a few days ago to begin courting you, and told his mother and Daphne. They were elated to hear the news, both quick to give him tips and tricks, but he did not need them. He knew the pair of you had an unorthodox relationship. He knows you like to be in control, and you are the only person he would give up control for; a perfect match in his eyes. He decided to bring you here tonight for purely selfish reasons, a way to see how far you would push the boundaries. Up until now, he had been unsure as to whether or not you were interested in him, but the second you accepted that invitation he knew you were, even if you hadn’t quite figured that out yet.

But now you have, and your eyes can’t seem to stray far from his form. He has no tie on, and the top buttons of his undershirt are undone. You're surprised it's taken you this long to realize you have affection for Anthony, but you suppose you have always been too focused on besting him. Your feet inch closer to his under the table, before you grow bold and run yours up the side of his leg.

“Has that brandy got to you already?” He asks, holding your gaze and searching your eyes for any hint of dishonesty.

“No, My Lord.” You reply breathily. “You have.” Once Anthony is certain you are being truthful, he grabs your hand and starts leading you toward a hallway.

You are pulled into a dimly lit room with a large bed and multiple sitting areas. You know what these rooms are used for, and the fact that you are in one right now sends waves of excitement through your entire body. Anthony has yet to let go of your hand, leading you to a seat. To your surprise, he is the one who sits in it, leaving you towering before him.

“Y/N, I must be truthful with you.” Anthony says sincerely. The honest tone of his voice gives you pause, and you kneel in front of him with a worried look.

“Anthony? What’s wrong?” you ask, fearing the worst. Your mind replays all the moments before this in which you may have caused him to dislike you. You are afraid you may be misreading this entire situation and making a fool of yourself. He takes a few long moments to answer, but never lets go of your hand.

“I am enamored with you.” He finally reveals, eyes meeting yours in the most vulnerable state you have ever seen him. “Ever since my mother told me you would be debuting this season, I have wished for nothing but to make you mine. It is why I decided to marry this season.”

His confession shocks you slightly, but it is soon replaced with joy and tenderness as he continues.

“Ever since we have been young, I have envisioned you as my wife. Before, I thought it was because you were the only girl I spent time with aside from my family, but as I grew older I noticed myself comparing every new woman in my life to you. You were- are, constantly on my mind, and I cannot keep it from you any longer.” His eyes are downcast, and his face looks almost pained. “I understand if you do not share my feelings, but I need you to know.” He finishes solemnly.

It takes you a moment to regain your composure. You reach your hand up to gently caress the side of his face, causing his eyes to meet yours in an instant.

“I feel great affection for you, Anthony.” The words are slow and methodical, and Anthony's eyes are glued to your mouth. “You are one of the only men who sees me as an equal. You empower me in ways no one has before, and I know I could not find a man better than you.”

Anthony grabs your hand that was resting on his cheek and tenderly kisses your palm. “Have me.” He says, his eyes burning into yours. “Have me tonight, and I will speak to your father about a proposal in the morning. I cannot be without you, My Lady.” He says the last words in a suggestive tone, knowing you enjoy that name, moving one of your thumbs to his mouth to lightly suck on it.

The action has you whimpering. Though you are unwed, you are aware of the marital act and what it entails. Your mother refused for you to be an unprepared wife, so she explained the act to you far before your debut, hoping it would help you be more prepared when selecting a husband. Curiosity got the best of you on many occasions, and you are well versed in pleasing yourself, so the thought of pleasing Anthony lights a fire in you.

You rush forward, capturing his lips with yours. He moans into the kiss, while your hands roam his body. You begin to stand slowly, never breaking the kiss, causing Anthony's head to lean back. One you have stood, you pull away in order to rid yourself of your mask and dress, feeling far too confined. Anthony stares, slack jawed as your dress falls to the floor, leaving you only in your undergarments and stockings. His hand moves between his legs, palming over a growing bulge.

You slip your shoes from your feet before raising a leg to the arm of the chair Anthony sits in. His hand immediately reaches for your foot, redirecting it to rest on the chair between his legs, a mere inch or two from his manhood. His eyes stay glued to yours as he pulls your stocking down your leg at a maddeningly slow pace. Your heaving breaths are the only sounds that fill the room. He repeats the action to the other leg, but before your foot reaches the ground, you brush it against the bulge between his legs teasingly.

You have never seen the male form in person, but you have seen illustrations. You found your mothers secret stash of books in your home's library a few years ago, and studied them diligently. The thought of Anthony recreating those illustrations has you aching with need.

A strangled whine claws its way up Anthony’s throat, which turns to a moan when he sees you lowering yourself in front of him. Your hands move quickly to free him from his breeches, gasping in delight when his length springs free. Anthony lets out a sigh of relief before hooking a finger under your chin and gazing into your eyes. “Are you sure?” His labored breath only spurs you on more, so instead of answering, you lean forward and flatten your tongue against his length. Slowly you move from base to tip, while Anthony grips the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles turn white. The low moan he lets out tells you that you are doing something right, so you follow your instincts and wrap your mouth around his tip, sucking lightly.

His hands find their way to your hair, gripping with the perfect tension, causing you to moan. His hips stutter as he guides you up and down his length. Your hand raises to grip what cannot fit in your mouth, and he throws his head back in ecstasy. You lock eyes with him through your lashes, raising your unoccupied hand to his mouth. He obediently takes your thumb into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your digit. Your mouth comes off his length while your hand continues to work him.

“Good boy.” You say with a sultry smile. The phrase has Anthony's eyes rolling back as he moans around your finger. “Mmm, you like that?” You ask him. He nods his head fervently, a pleading look taking over his usually stern features. The fact that you are the one making him feel this good makes you squeeze your legs together.

You stand abruptly, walking toward the bed while unlacing your corset. You throw a look over your shoulder to see Anthony still sat in the chair, seemingly awaiting your command. A sinister smile pulls at your lips, and you decide you want to play with him.

You let your corset fall away from your body, your back still facing him as your hands roam your chest. You pinch and tug at your nipples, letting your moans fall freely while your head tips back in bliss. Once you have worked yourself up enough, you turn back to face Anthony.

His hand is working himself as he watches you, mouth hanging open and eyes full of lust. A surge of anger fills you seeing him like this. You want to be the one touching him, the only one touching him. But your anger fades into want when you hear him moan unashamedly upon seeing your bare chest. His hand picks up speed and you reach for your drawers, pulling them down your legs at an achingly slow pace, watching him intently the whole time. The hand that was stroking himself stops as you make your way to the bed. The way the room is set up means you are both facing one another, him sat in the chair, and you sprawled on the bed.

Your hands roam all over your body, one hand settling between your legs while the other tweaks your nipples. You keep your eyes on the man before you as your fingers work slow circles over your sensitive clit. His eyes flick between your hand and your face, licking his lips with want as he reaches between his legs.

You force yourself to speak before he can touch himself again. “Stand up.” You tell him, the phrase sandwiched between moans. He obeys immediately, stepping toward you. You place your foot on his chest to stop him from moving any closer, your hand continuing its assault between your legs. “Take your shirt off. Please, I need to see you.” You say frantically. You feel yourself reaching your peak, and you want him to watch you come undone.

Anthony slowly unbuttons his undershirt, eyes locked on yours the whole time. “You’re close.” He says, grabbing your foot from his chest and slowly bringing it to his mouth. “I can tell.” He says, followed by a whine. His voice mixed with the feeling of his mouth on your foot is quickly bringing you to the edge.

“I am.” You pant. “I want you to watch me. Touch yourself, please.” The second you see his hand stroking his length, your eyes screw shut and your body begins to shake. All at once, white hot pleasure rips through your body. “Anthony!” You moan out, fighting to keep your eyes on him as your body shakes with aftershocks.

Your leg drops, and Anthony is beside you in an instant. Kissing your face and letting his hands roam all over your body. “You’re amazing. You did so well, so good.” His low voice whispering praises elongates your bliss. Once you’ve sufficiently calmed down, you roll onto your side and capture his lips with yours.

He pulls you to lay on top of him, your bare chests pressed together sending shocks through your system. He pauses his movements and pulls away, tucking your hair behind your ear.

For a moment, he looks almost scared, so you grab his hand and kiss his palm, just as he did to you minutes earlier. “What is it, dearest?” You ask in a melodic voice, resting his hand on your cheek and twisting the ring on his pinky.

He thinks for a moment, eyes never leaving yours, before responding. “You’re the only woman who’s made me feel like this.” He states. You furrow your brows, “How can you mean?” you ask. You know Anthony has been with other women, afterall, he is the Ton’s most notorious rake, so you find it hard to believe that you are the only woman who has made him feel pleasure.

That same scared look returns to his face, along with a hint of embarrassment. “You are the first woman to tell me what to do in the bedroom.” He begins.

“And you enjoy it when I tell you what to do?” You finish for him, a smug grin spreading across your face. He nods his head as his eyes flick between your eyes and lips, “Very much so.” He responds in a whisper.

“Good,” You say with a kiss to his lips. “Because I very much enjoy telling you what to do.” You sit up on his lap, and for the first time, you can feel his manhood between your folds.

Anthony can feel everything, the light pulse emanating from your heat, the clenching that happens every time your clit brushes his tip, and he can feel himself floating into bliss. His head feels fuzzy and all he can focus on is you. “Please,” he begs you, sounding disconnected from his own voice. “Please, My Lady, I need to feel you. Please.” The desperate sound of his voice, mixed with the name he’s used on you multiple times tonight rips a moan from your throat.

“Mmm, you've been so good, listening to me so well. Doing whatever I tell you to.” You’re teasing him now, whispering in his ear as you rock back and forth over his length, lightly nibbling his lobe.

“Can I touch you? Please Y/N, please let me touch you.” He whines, head thrown back into the pillow beneath him as you rock back and forth faster. You grab the hand that lays by his side, bringing it up to rest over your breast. Anthony immediately starts rolling your sensitive bud between his fingers, causing you to whimper in response.

“I love it when you beg.” You say to him, slowly lifting your hips and placing him at your entrance, pausing while looking at him expectantly.

“Please, Y/N. I need to feel you. Wrapped around me, squeezing me in the way I know only you can. Please, please, pl-” His final plea is replaced with a moan as you slowly sink down his length. It's uncomfortable at first, but the pain is replaced with sheer pleasure as your hips move in small circles. A string of incoherent pleas and praises are tumbling from Anthony’s mouth, his eyes locked with yours as his fingers continue their assault on your breast. You place your hands on his chest and begin to lift your hips, slowly at first, until you find a steady rhythm.

“How do I feel, hm? Oh god, you fill me so well.” You moan as he hits a spot that jolts your entire body. Your legs are growing tired, but you can feel yourself reaching another peak. Your hands roam his chest, tweaking his nipples in the same way he is to yours. His eyes roll back as a long, low moan escapes his mouth.

“Feels so good, My Lady.” He tells you, moaning when he feels you clench around him. “So, so good. I want you to come while I'm inside you, please, I need it, need you.” He says.

“You have me. You have all of me, Anthony, always.” You can tell he is getting close, his words becoming less understandable with each lift of your hips. Your hands find their way to his hair, gripping tightly as pleasure wracks your entire body. Your moans are loud, and you can feel your release making a mess between the both of you.

Anthony practically screams as he finishes. The tight grip you have in his hair, the feeling of you pulsing around him, and your slick release is almost too much for him. He feels overstimulated in the best way possible, spilling inside of you with a muffled cry.

You collapse on top of him, sweaty and worn out. His arms immediately wrap around your body, soothingly rubbing your back. Once you start to regain your composure, you leave soft kisses on his neck, up his jaw, until finally capturing your lips with his. When you pull away, you're met with his bright eyes staring back at you.

“I love you.” You whisper to him.

“I’ve always loved you.” He responds, sealing his words with a passionate kiss, full of love and tenderness.

Months later, you’re walking the corridors of Aubrey Hall, hand resting on your swollen belly, heading toward your husband's study. The rest of the Bridgerton Family will be here in a matter of hours, staying for the week to enjoy the countryside with you and your husband.

You forego knocking on his door, instead just walking right in. You love catching him when he is working. The concentrated look on his face, and the way he bites his bottom lip in contemplation. But the second the door opens he knows it's you, since you are the only person who never knocks before coming into his study.

“My beautiful wife,” He breathes, happily stepping away from his work so he can get his hands on you. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asks coyly, planting a searing kiss to your lips.

“My beautiful husband,” you respond, capturing his lips a second time. “Your family should be arriving soon, care to relax with me in the drawing room until they get here?” You ask him, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the study before he can protest.

“An offer I simply cannot refuse.” He responds happily.

The Bridgertons arrive shortly after you lure Anthony from his study, Daphne and Violet both fawning over your very obvious pregnancy. You and Anthony got married five months ago, but you are set to give birth any day now. No one has commented on the speedy pregnancy, but Daphne gives you a knowing look. After that first night with Anthony, you simply could not keep it from your dearest friend.

She pushed for a speedy engagement, but you had no care for what society may think of your improper activities, and no one in their right mind would question Anthony. You know there was gossip, and talks of scandal once word of your pregnancy got out, but you and your husband know it was born from love, and nothing else.

And that was enough for the two of you.

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sofiafushiguro · 2 years

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Hello!! Could I plz request Obey Me brothers + Dateables reaction to their s/o being able to shapeshift into anything weather it's an existing or extinct animal to a mythical being and they're also immortal and go into heats/mating season?

Also MC's a bottom.

: ̗̀➛ Hi, baby! This is actually my first request on my new blog so thank you <3 although I just did Diavolo from the dateable bc I couldn't genuinely think of something for the rest lol :(

Also, for reference, I tried to use the animals from the "Raise" event.

└➤ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Obey me! brothers + Diavolo x hybrid! gn! mc (separately)

└➤𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.0k

└➤⚠️𝖙𝖜: hybrids, monster fucking, mentions of heat season, matting press, oral sex (reader receiving), mentions of breeding, praising, marking, biting, somnophilia. All characters are 18+ here.

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𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗 x dragon! mc:

The thing Lucifer finds the most fascinating in you is your large wings. He thinks they are imposing and show everyone who is in charge; a real sign of a magnificent persona. Lucifer also knows that young dragons feel those urges too, and of course, as your significant other, he oughts to take action. He would take good care of you, caressing every part of your body while whispering sweet nothings to your ear; he wouldn't care if you bite him with those sharp fangs of yours, if you wanna mark him, he will let you. But be careful into wanting to take control of the situation because Lucifer won't hesitate into tying you to the bed and force you to watch him get off while you beg him to touch you.

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𝖒𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓 x hawk! mc:

His favorite season of the year is spring, not only because the trees in the Devildom start to burst but also because he knows it is the breeding season - literally. You've explained to him million times that you can take care of yourself on those days and that he has nothing to worry about, but still, Mammon insists that he must take part in this because it is his duty as your significant other. He enjoys it a lot because he gets to be with you while in his devil form. What Mammon likes the most, is how clingy you get after being fucked dumb. You don't care that his cum is spilling from your aching hole, or that minutes ago, he was slapping your face with his hard cock, because you need to be close to him while he whispers to you how good you were.

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𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 x siren! mc:

Sirens are known for sinking human boats to force the sailors to have sexual intercourse with them; that's why when you told Levi that you only wanted him and no one else, he felt as if he was an angel again. He is flattered by your words. Why would such a beautiful siren like you like to expend their most precious days with a demon loser like him? These things don't happen every day, and because of this, he is confident that he will make you feel special. Levi is another one that enjoys being in his demon form, that's why he isn't afraid of showing you his scales while you sink your nails into his shoulders, begging him to slow down because it is too much for you, but poor Leviathan, he is so excited that he can't control himself.

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𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓 x cat! mc:

Oh, boy! When I tell you that Satan is the most attentive and delicate boyfriend for a sweet, cute creature like you, I mean it. Lord, he takes his time understanding what's going onto that little head of yours and why sometimes you are more clingy and needy than usual, wrapping your tail around his legs and licking his hands. Satan likes to praise you, telling you how good you're milking his thick, large dick while fucking you from behind and burying your face on his mattress.

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𝖆𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖚𝖘 x bunny! mc:

No one understands and takes care of you like Asmodeus. During most times of the year, he loves how affectionate you are, constantly rubbing onto him and circling his legs, and to be honest, he can't blame you. He is just so gorgeous that he would do the same. And, of course, as the most beautiful demon in the entire universe, Asmodeus cannot help being loved by everyone around him, driving you crazy and full of jealousy. Why does he need other people praising him when that's your job? But don't worry, because Asmo would never do something as cruel as leaving you, that's why he lets you bounce on his cock until you feel it is enough for you; he is a sucker for your cute ears curling when you cum on his shaft. Do you need 4 rounds? Maybe 5? Even if you need to pull an all-nighter to calm his little, needy bunny, he gladly pleases you.

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𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖟𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖇 x puppy! mc:

As time passes, he starts to learn those particular necessities that his puppy needs. Eating together and petting you right behind the ears is awesome, but sometimes you crave a little more. He is a patient demon, I mean, having to deal with all his problematic brothers is not an easy job, but Beel loses himself when he sees you excitedly following him everywhere, moving your tail, and never leaving your side. What is wrong with you and why can't you know your place? It takes you a few thrusts of his cock touching every part of your insides to know that you are his favorite, but that as well, he needs some time alone. He fucks you stupid that you completely understand what he's trying to say by the end of the day.

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𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗 x squirrel! mc:

His favorite part of being with you is when you wake up after hibernation. Don't take me wrong, he loves sleeping next to you and taking care of you, but it drives him crazy when you wake up needy and clingy for him. It is as if you haven't seen each other in years, but you two know it's been only a couple of months since Belphie's thick cock was filling you up completely, and as a normal demon, he has business to take care of. While you're peacefully hibernating, Belphie takes advantage of your sleeping state to fill you countless times with his hot cum, watching with lust how your tail bristles by reflex while you cum unconscious.

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𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖔 x lion! mc:

The ruler of the Devildom has a busy schedule, no doubt about it, but he always makes sure to take some time off and spend it with his lovely creature. Rolling onto your back you expect Diavolo to pay attention to you, but he is focused on some royal duties he needs to take care of, leaving you lonely and unsatisfied. However, as soon as he has some free time, he is rewarding you for being patient and waiting for him, making you cum on his tongue million times before lifting your hips, pulling your knees to your chest, and looking after you as a king would do.

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dotster001 · 2 years

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"The very scary truth is that she means the most to me" ❤️ with Silver (plz your writing is so beautiful)

(thank you so much! I hope this lives up to your expectations 😬 If not, just look at our beautiful boy, and pretend I did that 😂)

30. The very scary truth is that she means the most to me.

Silver had been training harder than ever. While Lilia and Malleus both appreciated the enthusiasm, both couldn't help but be worried since his energy levels normally weren't all too good, but now with the more rigorous training regimen, he'd have even less than normal.

Lilia finally decided it was time to talk to his son. He found him on a run around the school, and floated to keep up with him.

"Are ya winning son?" He giggled.

"Hello, Father," Silver said as he continued running. "Is something wrong?"

"Can't a father check in on his only son without a reason?" Lilia gasped, clutching his chest in mock pain.

Silver gave a small smile, "You're right, I'm sorry."

"That said," Lilia expertly transitioned, "Malleus and I have been quite impressed by your added training lately. But we also want to remind you that, especially while we are at Night Raven College, Malleus is not in any immediate danger. You don't have to overdo it."

Silver was about to say something, when he was interrupted.

"Silver!" You called, running over to him, water bottle in hand. Silver stopped running and waved at you, cheeks going pink as he smiled.

"Jack said he saw you running, and I wanted to make sure you were staying hydrated," you said, hands on your knees catching your breath. You held up the water bottle for him, which he gratefully took.

"Oh, hey Lilia," you said as you finally stood up.

"Hey Y/N," Lilia grinned.

"Kay, I'll let you finish your run," you stood up on your tip toes to give him a peck on the cheek, and he squirmed away.

"Love, I'm all sweaty," he said, but you just giggled and grabbed his face, kissing him fully.

"Like I care if my perfect Prince is sweaty," you grinned, "I'll see ya later." And then you began the walk back to Ramshackle.

Silver watched you go, and Lilia watched his son's fond expression.

"Father, at first my training was solely to show you and Lord Malleus how grateful I was for the opportunities you've given me. But now," he bit his lip. "The very scary truth is that Y/N means the most to me. And they just keep getting themselves into trouble. " He looked nervously at Lilia. "What if I'm not strong enough to save them when they need it most?"

Ah. These were the moments that parenting was all about.

"First off, Y/N's tough. It's going to take quite a bit to take them down. Also, you never have to worry about protecting them alone," Lilia gave a reassuring smile. "You may or may not recall that Y/N has made a lot of powerful friends here, including Sebek, myself and Malleus, and we want both of you to have a long and happy relationship. Contrarily," he poked Silver's side playfully, "should you ever hurt Malleus' best friend, he may kill you, Fu Fu."

Silver gave a relieved sigh, "you mean it? You'd all help me?"

"Of course, son, we will always," he was interrupted by his son's heavy breathing, as he fell asleep where he stood. Lilia giggled, and floated himself and Silver back to Diasomnia, where he tucked his son in, happy he could have provided some relief to his pure hearted boy.

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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Not sure if you’ve already done something like this but could I request a safe wording with Cassian fic? Nothing too angsty, maybe just reader getting sore (because lord knows he’s huge 🫣) and asking to stop.

Wingspan (SMUT)

Cassian x reader

Warnings: smut, safe wording 18+ plz

You pushed your hips back, meeting Cassian’s powerful thrusts. He felt so good but you were getting tired. You’d been at this for hours now. Starting with Cassian feasting between your legs, then his fingers, and now taking you from behind.

“Fuck sweetheart, feel so good wrapped around my cock,” Cassian grunted out. A small whimper escapes your lips but you weren’t sure if it was the pain you were starting to feel or a reaction to his words. You quickly started to realize that the wetness between your legs was gone.

You knew there was no roughing this out. You were gripping the sheets under you until your knuckles were white. There was no way you could keep taking Cassian, he was just to big. “Fuck, wingspan!” You yell out in pain. Cassian immediately stops, still half inside you.

“Are you ok? Was I too rough?” He sounded panicked. “No,” you reply quickly, “no, I’m just not wet anymore so it hurt.” “Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry. Fuck, how did I miss that?” He was soothingly rubbing your back to help you calm down a little.

“Can I pull out?” You mumble yes and he slowly pulled himself out of you, careful to not hurt you any further. Cassian helped you sit up but was hesitant about touching you. You gave him a small smile as he set you against the pillows. “Cass, come here.” You gently pulled him to you by his shoulders, climbing into his lap.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you y/n.” You hold his face between your hands, “Hey, you didn’t hurt me ok. We have a safe word and I used it. I’m fine baby just a little sore is all.” Cassian nodded leaning his forehead against yours.

He started rubbing your back and placing small kisses on your head. “Let’s take a bath and then we can pig out on junk food. How does that sound sweetheart?” “Sounds perfect Cassie,” you giggle out.

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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The Lord of Demons

Drabble part 2 (part 1)

Pairing: demon!san×reader.

Genre: fluff, smut, angst (if you squint)

Summary: when the demon appears out of nowhere.

Warnings: BDSM, unprotected sex (cover your little willies or imma fry them), name-calling, hair pulling, choking, manhandling, nasty, nudity (not that it was needed in the tags), oral (fem rec), sex toys, pussy sniffing, spanking, ice-play, nipple clamps. (Lemme know if there is something more). I hope minors are away from this nasty drabble.

Word count: 3.4k+

Note: for @nanibecute because it was the best idea ever. 💓 hope it justices part 1.

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

The bright rays of the sun flashed in your sleeping eyes stirring you up from the sweet sweet sleep. You groaned and tossed around before stretching aggressively. Blinking, you opened your eyes and looked around with your still blurry vision.

You felt some soreness in between your legs, reminding you of the events from the previous night. A silly smile kissed your face but it soon vanished.

"Oh, you think that God would make The Lord of Demons?" His honey-like voice said.

You messily got out of bed with a heavy heart. The regret was seeping in. His drunken daze felt like hypnotized you last night. He didn't though, it's just how you could put it in theory.

You picked up your clothes that were now on the single sofa next to the bed. They smelled clean and fresh. 'He must have washed them,' you thought. Putting them on, you quickly opened the door and silently paddled downstairs.

Keeping the noise to a minimum, you reached the main door. The plan was to leave the house as fast as you could. Even though you had no idea where you were or even if you were on Earth, it won't hurt to try… right?

You were about to open the door—

"Leaving already?" The Demon's soft voice sent shivers down your spine.

You brought your hand back from the doorknob and turned around slowly to face him. And oh was he standing! He was wearing an apron on his naked torso. His hair was slightly messy, bangs falling on his smooth forehead. His feline smile was so killing.

"At least have breakfast with me, hm? I made waffles with fruits on the side," he gestured for you to follow behind. When he turned around, you choked on the air and coughed. His perfect ass was out for you to admire and you could see his gigantic cock and balls hanging. His ass looked so smooth and soft that you felt like biting them.

"You can bite them later," he chuckled after hearing your embarrassed gasp. "Don't worry, I love the attention from the beauty herself."

The kitchen was magnificent. It gave a very antique look and yet modern. You weren't the one for cooking but if you could cook here, you would do it every day.

"You can cook here if you want. No one is stopping you," oh his ability to listen to your thoughts.

"I-I want to go home," you said.

"Sure, princess. But let's have some breakfast. And I know you have questions and you can ask them too!" He smiled, oh that killing smile with cute dimples. His demeanor was totally different from last night.

You hesitantly sat on the counter stool and awkwardly waited for the food. "So… demon, huh?" You swear you just couldn't look away from his perfect ass while he was cooking on the stove, back facing you.

"The Lord of Demons, my love. I rule over them," he said.

"...now what's gonna happen to me," you sounded like you have accepted fate.

San turned off the stove and filled the plates and brought them to the table. He offered you some butter and a few varieties of syrups. The freshly chopped fruits were sitting in the middle with two forks in them.

"I'm gonna make you happy and take good care of you if you let me," he chopped a piece of waffle and plopped it into his mouth.

You harshly placed your fork and knife on the table, "why would a de—"

"Demon do that? They are bad. They ruin people," he completed your sentence. "It's what you were gonna say my love? Wasn't it?" He gently rested his cutlery and looked at you, "you see, there is a bad side and a good side. Similarly, that's how people see us; angels are good and demons are bad. But in reality, the real demon lives inside the human. They become their own demons and blame us who are just trying to maintain the balance between good and bad… You know, angels are made out of pure souls. When a saint-like person dies, they become an angel. But do you know how demons are made?"

"No."

"They are made out of angels. When an angel gets filled with rage and humiliation, they become a demon. When an angel faces the real world and how cruel it is, that's when a demon is born, to hurt the people who hurt innocent people. To hurt a person who tried or did get their hands on that innocent little girl who was playing in the park or the grown woman who was returning home while thinking about what she was going to do later but ends up with some inhumane person, unwillingly. That's when a demon takes birth, to give justice to anybody who is helpless. It might take time to act upon it or might slowly make their life hell, but we do make them suffer. Angels can't do that so we get our hands dirty," you have never thought about it. And now when you do, it feels honorable to be even sitting in front of him.

"Y/n I am a demon, I do sins. The lust, the greed, the jealousy, all of those but to a limit. I wouldn't do a thing that you don't agree with. But if you regret being with me last night, you are most welcome to leave and I will never even look in your way. But if you stay, I won't ever leave you," he looked straight into your eyes.

You realized that your life has been a huge lie. Nobody taught the reality of demons and only said that you needed to be afraid of them. They were just another form of an angel but fierce and punished the wrongdoers.

"I- I think I don't have anything to do now. The time for university has probably passed… Maybe I can look around?" You tried to act innocent.

San's face turned from serious to fun in a snap of the finger. "Yeah? So you wanna stay? You want me to love you? Hm? Show you your true worth. Lemme tell you one thing, those little boys were too egoistic to see the true you. I don't know if you will be happy with me or not because it is up to you but I do know that you will know that you are worth more than what you think."

"How are you gonna show me?" You bit your lip, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to appear knowing that you were playing with fire.

San smirked and his eyes shined golden. The lust. It showed the lust that rushed through his body. He got up from his seat and stood behind you. He whispered in your ear, "back to the room, my love?" And licked your whole ear.

Without any other thought, you stood up and laced your fingers with his, and went towards the room you left in the morning. He clicked open the door and ushered you inside.

"So, what do we want today?" He asked while removing his apron. And, oh, that big cock on display was already getting hard.

"I did enjoy spanks," you bit your lip.

"Such a pain slut we have here. You have been different for the best… I live for it," he moved closer and held your waist. His hands moved under your shirt and were caressing your warm skin. "Is your butt okay?"

"Sore but ready for more," you whispered.

"Wanna try something new, my love?" He smirked.

"What?" He just nodded and pointed in one direction, to the bed.

"Be a good girl and strip for me," he whispered and sexily stepped in the direction of his sex equipment closet.

You obediently listened and stripped out of your clothes and sat in the middle of the bed. The cold silk purple sheets were soft against your body.

He came out with a few things in his hands. You watched him as he organized everything on the side table next to the big bed. "My love, would you mind if I blindfold you?" He asked as he picked a black silk cloth. You shook your head. "Words, my love."

"No."

San smiled and covered your eyes with it. He then pushed you back so that your back was flat on the bed and your head was on the black silk-covered pillow. "So perfect for me."

You flinched when a feathery thing touched your shoulder. It slowly caressed your neck and moved down. He brought the black feather tickler down to your sternum and encircled your right boob and then your left, teasing you just enough to make you feel greedy for his touch.

Your nipples perked up, asking for attention. It felt so good. "Please," you whined.

"Why do you want my love?" He teased you.

"Please, touch me more!"

San caressed your nipples with the tickler and moved to your stomach. It felt way too sensitive there. You moaned when it touched your belly button. But then he stopped and you cried out of neediness.

"Why did you stop!?" You asked.

"Shuuu," he shushed you.

You heard something clunking and then felt San's hands on your right wrist. He pulled it above your head to the side and cuffed it. He did the same with your other wrist. Just when you thought that he was done cuffing you, you felt his hand around your ankle as he lifted your leg and cuffed it there, and so was your other leg. You were totally exposed in front of him. Your pussy was pulsing and leaking too much, clenching around nothing.

"Only if you could see how beautiful you look like this," he spoke as he clicked open a bottle of arousal gel and poured it onto his fingers.

You flinched at the strange cold sensation on your nipples, and your breath hitched when he massages that substance on your clit. It started to tingle pleasantly, adding more fun to the already funky feeling.

"Feels good," you remarked breathily.

"Yeah? Wanna feel better?" He asked.

"Mhm," you moaned. "Fuck!" You screamed when you felt a cold and wet hard thing on your clit. Ice. "Fuck, it's so cold."

"Babe, say red if you wanna stop and green if you want to continue."

"Green!" You whined.

The ice was back on your tingly clit. He moved it around your pussy, making it even wetter. The cold against your hot pussy felt breathtakingly pleasurable. And then he shoved it in your leaking hole.

"Saaannn," your voice trembled. "Please, stop teasing me!"

"My love, let me take my sweet time with you. Let me make you feel good," he shoved another ice cube in your pussy. "Your pussy looks so delicious with ice leaking out of her. Just oh, look at her."

You moaned out loud when you felt him lick your hole. He kissed around and sucked your clit harshly. Before he could lose his mind, he removed himself and picked a pair of adjustable nipple clamps.

Your nipples were already sensitive when he adjusted just right enough to make your mind go blank. You were desperate to see what was going on. Your hands were fighting against the cuffs. "Oh, God!" You moaned. "Ah!" You cried when he harshly smacked your ass.

"Baby, I'm still not on the same team as God," he smacked again.

Your pussy was aching for attention so tried to rub it against his hand that was on your ass. You whined when he removed his hand completely.

"You are just asking for punishment, aren't you? Brainless slut. Just want to rub that little pussy of yours all over me, hm," you don't know how it was possible but you felt yourself leaking even more. "Oh, look at you dirty, dirty girl. Just want to get humiliated. Right?"

"Yes! Only you," your words came out broken.

"Yeah, that's right, baby. Only for me," he took your lips in his. His warm tongue licked every inch of your mouth, spit running down the chin and teeth biting each other's lips. He tasted like strawberries. His hot hands ran all over your body.

San pulled away from the kiss and came down to your hot pussy. He could feel the heat coming from your pussy. His pointer finger poked your angry and throbbing clit and flicked it left and right. His mouth salivated when your sweet scent reached his nose. He did the next thing that came into his mind: burying his nose in your wet pussy. You moaned with a giggle and tried to shut your thighs around his face. He giggled and sniffed it deeply.

"So in love with your scent, my love," he kissed your pussy lips and shoved his long tongue into your hole. You whined and clenched around his tongue. His hands grabbed your thighs to keep them in place. Je lapped onto you like the hungry demon that he was.

San was on cloud nine. His cock was painfully hard. Usually, he never felt this way. But with you, all he wanted to do was shove his twelve inches straight into you and make you moan like a broken cassette.

"San, uuh haaa," you were a mess only from his tongue. It went nice and deep; nose rubbing against your clit. Legs were trembling and your hips were in the air. Your head fell behind and your hands pulled on the cuffs as if your life depended on them.

"Yeah, baby. That's right, say my name, louder," he sucked harshly on your clit and spat on your hole. Your cunt sucked it all in while clenched. That was enough of a tease for San himself, thinking about this is how your cunt will suck his cock in, and he got even harder.

Hastily, he unlocked the cuffs from your wrists and ankles. Ripping away the blindfold, he attacked your neck. Sucking deep blue and purple hickeys everywhere on your neck and chest.

Your eyes adjusted to the light and immediately fell on San who was sucking your tit while looking up at you through his lashes. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it on your pussy and entered his head. Just like yesterday, you already felt full. He slowly pushed himself into you as your mouth opened in a silent scream. He felt bigger than yesterday.

"Y-you got bigger?" You asked.

San rested his forehead against yours, "my size changes depending upon how aroused I am. But fuck baby, I thought my limit was twelve from the usual ten but this looks like a solid fourteen inches. You make me so, fuck! Hard," he moaned as your cunt clenched around his length.

"Fuck me, please!" You fisted his hair with one hand and the other dug into his back.

San slowly started moving, "fuck baby, you take my cock so well."

"Faster!"

He sat on his knees and hosted your legs over his shoulder and started slamming into you at an animalistic speed. His heavy balls were hitting your ass, leaving a red don't on them. He rubbed your clit in a circular motion that sent shivers down your spine and your back arched up high, only leaving your head on the bed.

He swiftly picked you from the bed, legs around his waist as he pushed you against the window. His beyond human powerful hands held you up and paced harder.

You started squirting with a loud scream, nails scratched his back. Your mind was empty and only filled with his cock. You loved how it filled you so well.

"Fucking cockslut, look how you are wetting me. Love this so much," San kissed your open mouth. The spit was drooling over your chest.

You were just where he wanted you to be: fucked up messy on his cock.

He took a minute to admire how you looked. Your cheeks were red and tear-stained. Drooling. The hair was messy. Neck and chest filled with his love bites. Better than how he imagined.

San's cock drooled a heavy load of pre-cum in your pussy and twitched violently at how beautiful you looked like this. "I'm never gonna leave you, darling. You are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine," he chanted as if it was a mantra.

"Yesyesyesaaaahhhh," oh the pleasure was so sweet.

"Can you go a second time?" He asked and you dumbly nodded.

He took you to the bed again and threw your face first. Ass high up in the air. You had no energy to hold yourself up. He got behind you and entered your gaping hole without any warning. He grabbed your hair and pulled them and snakes his other hand around your throat and squeezed it just enough.

Your eyes rolled back and now you were just going with the flow, too tired to even say a word.

"Come on, baby, squirt one more time for me. Squirt all over my cock," his breath came out harsh along with grunts.

"Sanie!" You came harder than before and just as he asked, squirted all over his dick.

The tightness of cunt pulled San to the edge. He finally released his seeds into you. His head fell behind and moaned your name so loud that you were sure that people around the house must have heard.

San came so much that your tummy bulged out. You felt so weak and tired and fell onto the bed, without another thought, you slipped into your sweet sleep with a dumb smile on your face.

His cockhead was still you, keeping all the cum inside. He chuckled dumbly. Oh, he was so in love.

…

The next morning, you were woken up to feeling soft lips against your shoulders. You giggled and turned around to face San who was smiling ear to ear. You cuddled against his chest and he kissed your forehead, his lips lingered for a moment.

"Good morning, my love."

"Best morning," you said in your morning voice.

"How did you sleep?" He asked.

"Better than ever," you hummed.

"Good thing," he kissed your lips.

You thought you were going to feel all sticky and messy with dried juices all over you but you felt all clean.

Reading your mind, San said, "don't worry, I took care of you last night."

Your heart filled with pinks and purples, "you are the best! I doubt that you are a demon," you said.

He chuckled, "hmm, trust me, I'm only like this with my little demon lady. I'm surprised myself, honestly, I have never been so caring about anyone ever. I love this feeling. I love how it is exclusively for you," he kissed you again.

You smiled widely, "I love how you express yourself so well. I can't do that."

"Just tell me you love me, rest I already know," you both giggled and cuddled closer.

"What if I say it's too soon for that word?" You asked while looking at him with your irresistibly beautiful eyes.

"Then I will wait for as long as you want," he whispered against your lips, "love is about surety and not lust. I don't want you to say anything for as long as you don't feel them," he kissed your lips a little longer.

"Hmm," you were satisfied. "How can you be this good and romantic?"

"That's who I am for the only person who is in my arms right now," he said.

"Ou, I'm honored," you laughed when he tickled you, "no, honestly! I mean it!"

He stopped and rested his head over yours.

"Can I ask something?" You raised a question.

"Anything, my love."

"Is this your real bedroom?" You asked.

"No, but I think I want it to be. You know, easy access," you snickered.

"Are you always this horny?"

"I can't resist you, my love," San grabbed your chin and gently tilted it towards him, "I just can't."

"Hmm, you fucked me dumb last night," he laughed at your statement.

"That's what I wanted," he teased.

You looked around the room. It was really exotic. You name anything related to sex, it was there. "Maybe we can put your Master Series Dicktator Sex Bench in work," you innocently said.

He looked over his shoulder and back at you, "already planning the next playtime?"

"I can't resist you, my love, I just can't," you tried to imitate his voice.

San squinted and attacked you with tickles, "such a naughty girl!"

"Sorry! Sorry! Stop!!" He cuddled you again and pampered you with kisses.

San hummed while kissing you, "I have a feeling of an eternal future with you…"

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