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lordsisterxotome · 2 years

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Bunny in the Wood (Vlad x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Vlad x Reader

Prompt: Against the wall | Desk/table sex & "I just like keeping you close. You're so warm."

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 924

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Author’s Note: Don’t know how I managed with this one but I really enjoyed writing it. This is my day 7 entry for @xxsycamore‘s Visions of Temptation kinktober event.

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There was a bunny in the wood beneath your left hand. You could see it, could trace the outline of its ears and dainty nose where the dark wood whorled and notched, cut and carved and polished to a shine to form the piece of furniture that was your lover’s desk. Your nails latched into that bunny now as you cried his name, his seed dripping down the insides of your thighs.

“Vlad!” Gasping, your back arched with each rapturous wave of pleasure that pulsed through your bent form. Overstimulation teased just enough to amplify the heat that curled through your body, easing his passage in and out of your tight depths.

You were clothed when he started, both of you were. Usually Vlad took his time when you came to his office in the evenings, coaxing you into his lap and holding you close for a time before spreading you out on his desk, a delicacy for his sole enjoyment. Tonight, however, you’d barely walked through the door before he had you pushed against it, hoisting your legs around his waist. When you’d asked what had gotten into him, he had simply replied, “I just like keeping you close,” and, shoving two fingers deep between your folds, “You’re so warm...”

The air was smoky with the scent of firewood and sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the sweet moans you made filling the dimly lit room. Sunset had long passed, leaving the fire burning in the hearth to illuminate your lovemaking and cast a flickering, misshapen shadow on the wall where your lover curled over you.

A deep groan of “fuck” fanned over your bare shoulder, his lips tickling the skin. You were sure that your back and neck were covered in his marks, the imprint of his grip on your hips sure to remain long after you were finished.

It wasn’t the marks you would have to worry about concealing though.

The marks could be covered (if you wanted them to be), but his scent would cling to you, signaling to anyone who came too close that you were absolutely taken. It was a wolf’s wicked claim, the claim of a greater vampire, and you didn’t mind it one bit.

You couldn’t remember how many times you’d cum, only that you were obscenely wet. The proof of your orgasms, both yours and his, seeped viscously around the cock that still plunged into your pussy, relentless and ravenous. You didn’t even know where you ended and he began; that’s how deeply he had molded himself against you. And you relished it.

This was different from Vlad’s usual preference for slow love-making, but you enjoyed it all the same. You could feel each breath he took like this. His usually cool skin had heated with lust, with your touch, and you shuddered with every inch of his cock that disappeared inside your sucking core. All you could think of, all you could feel, was him.

“Too much,” you whined, nails digging harder into the desk. Your hips knocked against the edge with each deep thrust, peaked nipples brushing the cool surface beneath you. The heat in your limbs had turned molten and you weren’t sure if your legs still supported you or if it was entirely up to your lover and his hold on you. “Vlad, it’s too much.”

He slowed, but just barely, his nose nuzzling your nape as he asked, “You want me to stop?”

“No!” Your ass pushed back into him, making him grunt as you forced him deeper. You hadn’t realized how close you were to another orgasm, but the blunt head of his cock brought into contact with your cervix made you scream as the passion between you crackled. The hands on your hips tightened, fangs worrying your skin, and a moment passed as his hips stuttered and you felt the hot bloom of his balls being emptied into you once again.

The weight of the greater vampire against your back pinned you to the desk as the two of you collapsed in a panting heap. Your heart raced, fluttering like a bird in the cage of your ribs, and you knew Vlad could hear it. His fingers drew slow ovals from your hips and around your sides, lingering on the prints he’d left behind. You knew you didn’t imagine the way he curved tighter around you, fitting the two pieces of your bodies that much closer together.

“More.” The word thundered through you, every nerve ending still alight as Vlad slipped out of you, a gush of liquid chasing his exit.

Gentle hands pulled you away from the desk and into his embrace, bringing you to the floor with him. The plush carpet felt good against your exhausted form after the cold hardness of the desk, the fire that much closer.

“Vlad, wait.” He loomed over you, all ivory planes and blood-red eyes, peering down at you with singular purpose. “I-I can’t,” you mewled, even as you did nothing to stop him from parting your legs and running a pleased finger through the mess he’d made between them.

“You can,” he husked, those hypnotizing eyes prowling closer as his body draped over yours, fitting himself between your legs. “And you will.”

You would.

Your eyes, bleary with lust-induced tears and overstimulation, fluttered shut as his girth split you open once more, finding the imprint of that innocent bunny in the wood on the backs of your eyelids as Vlad carved his devotion into your body.

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 ⎹ 𝓑.𝓗.

❝ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⤻ kamigami no asobi / kinktober 2022 / @dollsotome-library

❝ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ⤻ balder hringhorni x reader ( f! )

❝ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⤻ nsfw! none of my writings are meant for anyone under the age of 18, and any minors interacting will be blocked on site.

❝ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ⤻ this is a dark fic. all smut, no plot. consensual to noncon, ignored safeword ( no pre-established safeword, but reader is adamant about wanting to stop ), speech control

❝ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⤻ 1.4k / mini musing

❝ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ⤻ i do not consent to having my work reposted / translated / stolen in any capacity for any reason. please reblog and leave a comment to support content creators! my work is very rarely proof read so mistakes may be present. all characters / pairings i write for are 18+ with no exceptions.

“Slow—“ you rasped, squirming beneath the god. “Slow…” you’d hoped that petting his golden tresses as they draped in your face, and urging him to keep a steady, slow pace would soothe whatever starvation was fueling his erratic thrusting. his azure eyes closed tight, brows furrowed, with a cute, rosé tint to his cheeks, if he was trying to hold it together, he was failing miserably. and then, there were his hands— one palm flat on your collarbone, keeping you down, while the other haphazardly gropes at your tender breast. he didn’t seem to mind your petting, but it wasn’t helping to calm him down, either.

his thrusts were desperate, deep, and hard. his sinful moaning drowning out your pleas. “You feel… so divine…I love how you stretch around me, so perfect!” it was hard not to swoon, to give in and let him fuck you how he wanted to, when he fawned over you like this. “Tell me… ah, tell me that you love it, too.”

“I love it, Balder, but I need… I need you to slow down.” you breathe out, combing through his hair, and your voice calling for him alone is enough to spur his hips to rock harder. you gasp, surprised, and both hands fall to his bare chest, rubbing at first, trying to bring him back, “Balder! That’s— that’s too rough—“

but his muscles were tensing under your fingertips, and he was breathing ragged, squeezing your breast so tightly that you mewl and arch your back to acquiesce to his strong hands. “I want you.” he mutters, lids cracking open so that you may catch a glimpse of his eyes. they’re hardly even blue anymore, darkened by blown out pupils and giving him the most animalistic of eyelines. “I need you. All of you.”

you knew it had to stop, before he completely lost himself. each, hard buck of his hips was pushing a new inch of his cock into you, and you can’t help but whimper and slap at his chest. “S—stop!” but he didn’t seem to even hear you, biting down on his bottom lip as his moans get louder, and so does the symphony of his bare skin smacking against yours. “Please, it’s time to let me up!”

“Can’t…” Balder whines, head drooping forward, his breath against your lips in furious, hot puffs, “Can’t… Stop… Feels too good… Too tight…”

but you could feel the head of his cock kissing your cervix, and none too gently. your knees dig into his ribs and try to push him out, both hands banging against his chest, “Stop! You’re hurting me, Balder, stop!”

but he merely scooped your wrists together in one hand and push them back over your head, using the other to clamp over your mouth and muffle your protest. then, he presses his torso against yours, keeping you pinned to the bed and enveloping you in sticky warmth, smothering any hope of trying to wiggle free— he was much too strong. “Shh, shh,” he coos, his lips dragging over your cheek. you could hear the tremble in his baritone, and knew that his orgasm was coming up fast, but for as much as you tried to kick and scream, you could do nothing to stop him. “I know, sweetheart.” he assures through his own whining moans, but he didn’t dare slow down, “it’s so intense, you think you’re going to burst, I feel it too.” whether it was his brutal fucking or the fact that he had rendered you utterly helpless, your eyes were beginning to well up with tears, which he promptly kissed as they fell. “You feel that? That ache in your belly? That’s just how much I love you… I need you to feel how deep my love is, so bear it, my love, take it for me…”

Balder was on the brink, driven to this point by lust for you that had been unquenchable until now. now, it seemed, that he had no intention of letting you go until he was satisfied.

your hands were balled into tight fists, nails biting crescents into your own palms as you scream, muffled. your back arches, but you can’t even force it off the mattress. the relentless pounding he was giving you was mind-numbing, and you thought he might rut right through you if he did so any harder. “Close…” he murmurs, blonde brows knitting together, eyes pouring desire into yours, “So close…” you shake your head, trying to beg him to pull out before he came against his hand, but you could tell he wasn’t listening. he was smiling, engulfed by euphoria, his eyes glassy. “You’re such a— good girl—“ he stutters between ragged breaths, peppering your soaked cheeks with saccharine kisses, “Taking me so well—! Making me feel… so good!” his fingers press harder against your mouth, and you mewl in defeated reluctance. it was almost difficult to forget that you didn’t want this— the softness of his voice when he showered you with praise tickled your desire, and threatened to force you to give into him. “Surely, you want to be rewarded, no?” he asks, breathless, changing the angle of his drilling. your knees bend to his will, inching close to your chest with your feet pressing against his abdomen. if you were stronger, you might be able to push him back from this position, but you were hopeless and when he leans against your legs, they straighten against his chest, and this new angle opens you up to a deeper ramming. your ankles locked on his shoulders, your eyes roll back, and you claw at the pillow under you, and your own hands. “Yes, you do, you’re so eager for it, the way you squeeze…” Balder’s countenance is twisted in pleasure, his cheeks blood red now, perspiration sparkling like jewels against his hairline, and he’s staring down at you, adoration and lust in his eyes. “And you’re going to accept it graciously.”

there was no choice to be given. you yipped a muffled, “No!” into his palm, but it was too late, he’d been swept away by his own desire, and his thrusts slowed, deepened, pumping you full of his warm release with each one as he cried out your name over and over. your wrists had gone numb from how tightly he held on to them, and your legs trembled on either side of his head, your cries melting into heavy panting and moaning.

Balder sighs, pleased, and releases your hands and your mouth at the same time. you elicit only a soft whimper, your arms still lain limp in the same spot, but you’ve not the time to speak because he’s smothering you into a loving, sloppy kiss that has your head spinning. “Can you feel it?” he asks, finally, svelte fingers trailing along your fiery cheek, “All of my love for you?”

there’s so many words on the tip of your tongue, but suddenly you can find not a one and will it into existence. you nod in shameful defeat, your legs aching when he finally lets them slide on to the mattress. you can still feel him, throbbing and nestled deep inside you.

he smiles, cumdrunk and pleased with your answer, and shifts to pull you closer, collapsing on the bed beside you and dragging you back to meet his chest. “Mm, good.”

“B—Balder…” you whisper, shifting against his spooning. every time you move, his cock nudges another sensitive nerve, and you whine. “Aren’t you going to… pull out?”

“Not yet.” he hums, matter of factly, and locks his arms around you. with a heavy, sleepy sigh, he nuzzles his face in your neck and litters it with kisses. “I want you to feel me in your sleep. And remember that you’re mine.”

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 6 months

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Awesome blog you have here!

Since you’ve already done headcanons for the Seduce Me boys having a female singer S/O, may I please request headcanons how they would react to seeing her perform with a male artist that she’s close to?

Thank you so much for your request!! This literally dragged me out of my writers block so thank you. But, I love that I get to write more on this, the SMTO boys are underappreciated, so I will be writing this ASAP! This is most likely gonna be multiple parts, just because I have a LOT to say about these boys and I don't wanna get too detailed on headcannons.

Warnings: Jealousy, Swearing, Insecurity, trauma flashbacks, tension

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James:

James is usually pretty level-headed, he's usually the one in charge and he's good at it.

well, he thought he was good at it, until now that is

James knew what he was going to have to deal with when he found out you were a singer

He loved you, he loved your performance and going to your shows

But he never really took into account the shows he'd have to sit through, watching you with someone else

You and the man on stage laugh for a while, and based on how wild the crowd goes for him, he can see the man is also quite popular

The more you two perform together, the more James begins to see people fangirling, but not over him, or even just you

but the both of you, together

shipping you both.

James is still pretty calm, on the outside that is, but his emotions are all over the place

by this point he's just noticing how close you both are getting as you guys dance and sing together, a connection James wishes he could have with you too

The performance is finally over, and when you get off stage you can tell immediately something is wrong, but James can't make a scene now

"James this is Abel Tesfaye. Abel, this is my boyfriend James."

You introduce the two and though Abel is pretty calm, James is trying to be. It's obvious to you, but you can tell Abel doesn't even sense the tension between you two.

Tonight would be a long night

Erick:

Now Erick's a tricky man

Not even tricky, just a slick guy

He's not stupid, and he knows when to suspect something

Now the good thing, at least for Erick, is that he knows how to play the piano

SO, most likely, Erick is performing with you

Bad thing is, this gives him front row seats to what's about to go down

He knew you'd be performing with someone else, and he didn't need to go rehearsals with you on the days this other guy would be there, because his piano sheet didn't change at all

So you're a few songs in of the night, and about halfway through the show you begin to talk to the audience

Same old speech you repeated to yourself around 15 times to make sure it was right, you let them know there's a special guest only there for that night, that show specifically

Erick is ushered off stage, since the piano isn't needed for this song, which ultimately makes it worse for Erick's feelings

It's a duet, with you and an 'old friend' but the fans think more and honestly so does Erick

It's a cover of Last Night, and though Erick is proud with how well you hit those notes, he's not proud of the looks your 'friend' is giving you while you preform

He knows the song doesn't mean anything, he knows your his, and he's yours undeniably, but a part of him still worries

#seduce me the otome #seduce me erick #seduce me sam #seduce me james #seduce me matthew #seduce me damien #seduce me the otome x reader #otome x reader #seduce me james x reader #seduce me erick x reader #seduce me sam x reader #seduce me matthew x reader #seduce me damien x reader #x reader

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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JAKURAI AND OTOME AND FEM S/O SOFT LOVING THREESOME PLEASE I BEG OF YOU, AAAAAA💖💕💘💕💖💕💕💘💘💖💘💕💕💘JFJJEJDWKEKDJDNSJDJFHDJSJDFJSJEJDJDJDJDJ,,,,,,,,,,!!!!!!!!!!

Jakurai x fem! s/o x Otome threesome

ohh, I see.. someone has a good taste for calm characters with some mysterious charm, don't you? (ง ื▿ ื)ว also for some reason they both have some celestial vibe, in my opinion..

P. S. despite the fact that I was really looking forward to writing this one request, I'm kinda nervous that it's not that good. So I hope you will enjoy it..! contact me if something wrong..! <3

femreader, fingering (receiving), oral (receiving), face sitting;; 1725 words;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

You need to calm down immediately. Or at least take a deep breath to not fall unconscious.. you just can't miss such an opportunity because of your anxiety. Can't miss such bliss.

"Is everything alright, dear..?" - soft feminine voice from the right tickles your ear.

"Don't worry, we will take things slow, alright?" - a male one whispered from the left.

Damn. With such words they just make everything worse, as you still haven't no idea how you ended up with these two gorgeous persons in one bed, absolutely naked and barely holding back your arousal.

"I'm alright.." - you mewl with a trembling sigh, leaning towards the soft hands of Otome, who slowly start caressing your smooth skin in a soothing manner.

"That's good.." - Jakurai, the third player of your sinful game, chuckled softly, leaning closer to kiss your temple. - "Then let me start, ladies?"

Otome just nods to his words, pulling you to lay down together with her, as you two hold each other in a lazy light hug now, while his arms wander around your bodies. Another gasp breaks from your lips as Jakurai's fingers tickle your sensitive skin, slowly drawing lines and shapes on its way to your lower body. Such gentle attention from him and tender kisses from Otome soothe and tense you at the same time, making your chest rise and fall with trembling sighs.

"Shh, darling.. Just enjoy yourself.." - her sweet whisper titillates your lips, before she pulls you into another kiss, slightly moaning in your mouth as she also begins to heat up from warm male hands on her body.

Slowly you get bolder, wrapping your arms in a more firm grasp around her body, and now you both start to stroke and please each other chests, waists and shoulders, as Jakurai's hands already get down to your labias, fingers steadily warm up folds here. It didn't take that much time for you to spread your legs more, moving forward his touches, while Otome was more collected, only small sighs telling you how much this gorgeous woman enjoyed this foreplay, where Jakurai kiss turn by turn her and your thighs and pubis, using his skilled fingers just in the right way to arise pulsing urge in your bodies and souls.

Now, when you both get so wet, as Jakurai's hands get soaked in your juices, he leaned more closer, touching your trembling folds with tongue, carefully watching as quickly you react, gasping and squeezing Otome's elbow. After placing a gentle kiss on your clit, he continues with the same pace as before, pleasing you with his mouth now, while his hands devoted itself fully to your second lover, also playing with her small bundle of nerves now.

Such bliss... It's starting to be a little hard to control your hands and keep nuzzling with Otome, as now you can't help but squirm, constantly grabbing onto her body instead of delighting her with some relaxing affection.

"You such a sensitive girl, are you?" - Despite you thinking your lover would be more strict and cold in bed too, as much as normal life, her always emotionless eyes now were very soft and loving, as she watched with amusement every slight change in your face.

You're like an open book, don't even try to hide just how good you feel from simple intimate caresses of tongue. And Otome doesn't want to fall behind, helping to drive you to the edge, slowly but surely squish your breast, tickle your nipples with her fingertips..

Yet then her hands grasped your waist in the same way you grasp hers, as Jakurai noticed your games and decided to remind you both about himself too. Placing his thumb and forefinger around her folds, he gently pinches her clit, at the same time rolling yours one around with his tongue. Small chuckle escaped his lips as he heard two trembling gasps, continuing to suck you more roughly, while sinking inch by inch in Otome's clenching walls. More and more, you start to lose connection with reality, only focusing on Jakurai's tongue that lapping at your clit and Otome's tongue that licks your lips before luring you in a hot and messy kiss.

The tension in your body now became frighteningly strong, as all you can do is moan in her mouth while squeezing face between your thighs in a weak attempt to get even more friction.. you were too close to the edge now, just a little bit, a few final touches..

And when your pulsing walls suddenly fill a slick pressure of hot tongue, that's it. A few thrusts was enough to push your body to the highest point, as you tensed up in Otome's arms, crying in her shoulder from the overwhelming burn that filled your core for a moment before you cum right in Jakurai's mouth. Wet licks of his tongue as he helped you ride your orgasm was mind-boggling, and for a few more moments you just kept mewling like that, with arched back, before falling down to bed again with loud gasps.

It almost feels like you can pass out, yet soft waves of Otome's hair wakes you up as she leaned closer to kiss you.

"It seems I wasn't capable of making you finish.." - Jakurai mumble, looking at her, but she just shakes her head.

"A woman of my age is harder to please, you know it very well.." - she chuckled, before raising herself on her elbow and helping you do the same. - "But it means more prolonged quality time together, doesn't it, darling?"

"Maybe some water, s/o?"

Few sips of cold water refreshes your mind and now you look confused at Otome, waiting for her next words, as you have no idea what more these two have for you in store.. And you were even a little bit inpatient to get to know.

"Here, buttercup.." - she takes your arm, helping you squat to Jakurai's hip, who's laying down now.

His hand quickly wrapped around your thighs, brushing you very gently, while Otome strokes his dick, pushing it to your pulsing core.

"Just relax, my dear, okay? Breathe in and out.." - her lips covered yours as she slowly pushes you down, sinking his cock inside you. A muffled moan vibrates in your tongue as you grasp her shoulders, letting Jakurai manhandle you now.

"That's it, you're doing just great.." - Also holding your shoulders, Otome moved her hips back, cupping Jakurai's face with her thighs before slowly sitting down on him.

Such bliss… Slow, gentle, yet so deep movements of hard dick inside you quickly bring you again to this dizzy state. The angle was just right as with every thrust Jakurai stretch you so well, spreading your clenching walls and hitting right spot. Besotted with his throbbing cock, you cling to Otome, as now you both help each other to not fall down, grasping and grabbing trembling bodies, lips meet again and again in messy kisses. Shameful moans start filling the room, as now even she gets more loud, gyrating her hips on Jakurai's face, losing more and more of her collected behavior.

"It feels so good.." - you mumble under your breath, start bouncing at a faster speed, asking for more.

And Jakurai quickly understands you, grabbing your thighs and pushing his dick even deeper, slapping his balls to your entrance.

"I know, my dear.." - Otome let out a shaky chuckle, and it was so surpassing to feel her desperate grip on your shoulders..

Her gray eyes, now darkened from passionate lust, set before you in a new and attractive light.. in some arousing light, as it feels like even her gorgeous face with light blush aches this nagging urge in your soul that needs to be released.

"I.. I want to cum in one moment with you.." - you whine, leaning to kiss her again, arms dropping to her chest as you gently play with small nipples.

"Ah.. Mm, dear, this only happens in the movies.." - unusual giggle from her, yet it just charms you even more. - "Yet we can try, honey.."

With these words she drops her hands on Jakurai's body, tickling his skinny chest:

"But we need to cum all together then, don't you think? Let's not forget about our loyal servant here.."

Jakurai probably tickles her insides with sudden chuckles, as she whines right after this line, squeezing her thighs together. Yet you nod, concentrating more and more on pulsing thick length inside you, and now wondering just how long it would take him to cum, as your lover still was pretty stoic, slowly but surely fucking you. And of course you pray for his stamina to be very good, wishing to feel this stiff resistance of his dick against the pressure of your clenching walls for a while.

Also decided to pay his body more attention, you grasp his hips with one arm, almost digging nails in soft skin, as the second one moves to his, and you lock hands with him. Thoughts about all things, even more devilish and interesting than this, fill your mind, and you can't help but wrap your legs around Jakurai even tighter, too carried away now. More touches, kisses, more new poses and ways to please each other.. Another whine as you look at Otome's face, but she just smirks.

"Shh, don't rush too fast, my dear.. We will definitely play all your fantasies.."

Is it actually so easy to read your face? Thick blush covers your cheeks as you look away for a moment, yet then a soft smile appears on your lips, as you lean closer, yearning for the feel of her tongue in your mouth.

"You're right.. I.. W-we need to make as many delightful memories from this occasion as we can, don't we?"

"That's right, my dear, that's right.." - she chuckles, eyes drop for a moment to your lips and she also gets closer, catching your wish.

You both merged in a kiss, feeling arising pleasure in your chests that increased with every wave of goosebumps, hitting your mind and melting it more and more. So close and yet so far away from the edge, you start to get addicted to this sinful game, without any teases yet with such softness and gentless that drives you even more than any wild things can ever..

Truly, a bliss.

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choi-bamgyu · 1 month

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★Love And Deepspace★ ★Mystic Messenger★

★Obey Me!★

#lad #love and deep space #mystic messenger #mm #obey me #otome game #otome x reader #m.list

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never-ending-love-vn · 1 year

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character sprite (c) mgosketches

#oc x reader #otome game #dating sim #otome x reader #villainess isekai #matthias beumonte #matthias #character profile #matthias beumonte x reader #matthias x reader #matthias beaumonte x villainess #matthias x villainess

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airbendertendou · 2 years

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the feels! ♥︎ asmodeous

synopsis : you tell the demon brothers what pride month is and they take you out to celebrate! except, you don’t hold your alcohol that well. no worries, asmo won’t let you go to bed with an unwashed face. <3

warnings ; drunk!reader, casual talking abt sex [bc its... asmo], everyone is part of the lgbtq+ community bc i said so, poor explination of pride and what it means lmao

song inspo ; the feels by twice

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"A whole month dedicated to Lucifer?" Mammon's nose was scrunched in disgust at the thought. Satan was beside him, shaking his head shamefully. You let out a loud laugh, a snort escaping alongside your giggle at the faces they were making. "You humans have poor taste."

"No, silly demon," you laughed again as Mammon's cheeks flared pink at the name. "Pride month meaning a celebration for the different sexualities and genders that are out of the ordinary to others." You tilted your head with a frown as you saw their confusion, "I don't really know how to explain it well."

"I can!" Asmo jumped into the conversation with a grin. "Pride month commemorates the impact the LGBTQ+ members have. It does focus on honoring out of the norm genders and sexualities, though. In rememberance of the first Pride."

"Right, the Stonewall Riots in 1969."

Mammon frowned, tilting his head. He looked Asmo up and down in question, eyes guarded yet curious. Satan held his chin in thought, nodding once he properly gathered his thoughts. The blond spoke with a raised eyebrow, "so, nothing to do with Lucifer?"

"No," you rolled your eyes, "nothing to do with Lucifer."

Asmo claps then, the sparkling grin on his lips growing wider and spelling out touble for the rest of you. Throwing an arm around your shoulders — and ignoring Mammon's scowl — he rubbed his cheek against yours before speaking. "We should go out and celebrate! We don't have any real Pride celebrations down here, but we can drink!"

"There's no way—"

"Absolutely not."

You interrupted the brothers, cuddling closer to Asmo with a smile and slinging your arm around his waist. "Sounds fun, I'm in!"

Sharing a glance, the other brothers agreed in unison. Honestly, you weren't even sure where the others came from — it was originally just four of you in the kitchen. Eyes wide, you looked like a startled deer at the loud proclomation of, "I'm going, too!" as six voices spoke up.

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You really thought they'd have dispersed by now. But, the seven brothers were still prowling around you and wandering around the club you'd decided to go to. Solomon had come along, simply saying he'd watch after you because the brothers tended to get too distracted to keep an eye on you.

"Drink with me!" A whine came from behind you. Turning on the barstool you sat on, Mammon stood behind you with a pout. There was a flush on his cheeks that said he was tipsy — the glitter on his cheeks you'd convinced him to wear reflected the club's lights and made his eyes shine so prettily. Messily, Mammon handed you a shot glass before clinking them together. "Cheers!"

"Happy Pride month!" you yelled enthuiastically before downing the alcohol. You grimaced as you felt the burn in your throat settle in your chest. "Ugh, that was awful."

"Careful," Solomon spoke up quietly. A miniscule frown was on his lips as he took a sip of the same drink he'd had all night. Scooting closer to you, the wizard spoke in your ear so that you'd actually hear him. "Devildom alcohol is a lot different than ours, you know?"

"It'll be fine!"

Levi as the next to walk up to you with drinks, a scowl on his face at the music. It was surprising that he'd agreed to come to the little get together — you expected him to leave by now, honestly. But, the avatar of envy had stuttered out half-hearted insults to other people as you dusted glitter over his cheeks before your group left, cheeks aflame at the close contact you shared.

Handing you a drink that was named after an anime he'd seen, Levi sipped on the colorful beverage. He scrunched his nose at the taste before declaring it'd be his last drink for the night — he had a game to get back to, after all.

"Happy Pride month!" you cheered again before chugging the drink Levi brought you. He and Solomon watched you with wide eyes, mouths agape as you swallowed the full cup until it was empty. Slamming the empty cup onto the bar, you pursed your lips in thought. "Huh, these are getting easier to drink."

Solomon shook his head, a small grin of amusement on his lips as he watched your antics. Lucifer shared a drink with you before heading back to his office, leaving with a stern reminder to watch Y/N to his brothers. Beel and Belphie took two shots with you before heading to a resteraunt nearby to grab a snack before going home. Satan took a seat beside you at the bar, watching as Mammon made — and lost — bets with random demons at the club.

"Think you've had enough," Solomon spoke up as Mammon convinced you to have yet another shot with him. You curled your nose in disagreement, shaking your head at him. "C'mon, Y/N, how about you drink some water?"

"How about!" You paused as the world began to spin. Blinking, you refocused on Solomon with an animalistic grin. "You mind your business, old man?"

Satan snorted, covering the laugh with a sip to his drink before you could turn on him. Nonchalantly, he pulled the drink you were sipping on away from your reach. "Solomon's right, Y/N. Maybe you should stop now."

You pouted at the blond, not even realizing your drink was gone. Before you could reply, Asmo sauntered up to you with a drink in his hand a grin on his lips. "Drink with me, pretty!"

Without even agreeing, you snatched the drink from his hand with a grin. Clinking the drinks together, you grinned at the avatar of lust. "Happy Pride month!" you exclaimed before downing the beverage. "Oh, that was so good. Best one yet!"

"I don't think you should've done that, Asmo." Solomon spoke quietly. He nodded your way with his chin, watching as you spoke enthusiastically to Satan about who knows what. "They're pretty drunk already."

"I know," Asmo hummed as he drank his own drink. Seeing it, you quickly stopped talking to stare at him with wide eyes. "Oh, I guess you could have my drink, cutie."

As you downed that drink, too, Asmo sent a wink to the other disbelieving boys. Watching the drink dribble down your chin fondly, Asmo leaned closer to whisper to Solomon and Satan. "Don't worry, it's just water. If one of you will help me get them to bed, the other can drag Mammon out."

That's how you ended up sandwiched between Solomon and Asmodeous, arms slung across their shoulders as they led you to the demon's room. You were humming a song you'd heard at the club, curling a finger in Asmo's hair as he opened the door. Solomon watched you dance into the room, "will you guys be okay now?"

"Yeah!" Asmo grinned with a wave. "I've got this, no worries. Night!"

Sauntering up to you with a playful smile, Asmo hummed along with you. Eyes widened, you swirl around to grin at him and sway along to the song in your heads. Sighing, you settle your arms around the demon's shoulders, relaxing into him further as he recipricated the hold on your hips. "Pretty," you sighed again as you placed your face in his neck. "You're so, so pretty, Asmo."

"You're too sweet, lovely." His cheeks flushed at the sincere — and true — compliment. Shuffling you closer to the bed, he laid you on it gently. Kneeling beside you, Asmo could only peer down at you fondly as you blinked up at him. "How about we get changed into something comfy, hm?"

"Oh!" you dragged your voice out. Trailing your fingers up his chest teasingly, your grin turned sensual and excited. "Didn't know that's why you brought me to your room."

"Hm, tempting," Asmo stooped down to press a gentle kiss to your lips before perking back up. "But, not when you've been drinking. Never when you're this drunk." He tapped your hips lightly, indicating for you to lift them so he could help you out of your clothes. You whined but complied anyways, allowing Asmo to shuffle you out of your clubbing clothes and into a shirt that was far too large for you.

Grabbing his skincare from his bathroom, Asmo re-entered his room with a coo at how sleepy you looked. He got back into his previous position, kneeling beside your head for easy access to your face. "As pretty as you looked tonight, it's time to get cleaned up, okay?"

"'Kay," you hummed out in response. Gently, the demon made sure to remove any and all of the makeup you wore. He carefully swiped the glitter you wore away as he thought about how cute it was that you matched Mammon and Levi tonight. Sleepily, you slurred out a small, "thanks, 'mo." as he pulled away for a second.

Grinning down at you fondly, he pressed another kiss to your lips before rubbing moisturizer onto your face. "Anything for you, pretty. You know that."

Leaving you briefly to do his own routine, the demon didn't expect to see you trying to sit up on his bed. Tilting his head, the question dropped from his tongue before he could say it as you extended your arms outward. You pouted, "we cuddlin'?"

"'Course we're cuddling!" Jumping into the bed, Asmo made sure you were surrounded by his arms and that your legs were tangled with his. At this point, you didn't know whos limb was where, but you were too comfortable to complain. Pressing a loud kiss to your forehead, Asmo sighed dreamily. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Sweet dreams, 'Smo."

—— ♥︎ —— obey me brainrot got the best of me once again </3 reader is really jus dating everyone n you know what! good for them <3

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lordsisterxotome · 2 years

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Control (Licht Klein x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Licht Klein x Reader

Prompt: Outdoor sex | Sex in a vehicle & "If you give me a hickey, I'll have to give you one too."

Warning: Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞 Clothed sex | Slight dirty talk

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1319

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Author’s Note: Doing anything with a sore throat sucksss. Still mustered the energy to write for day 4 of @xxsycamore‘s Visions of Temptation event.

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Licht Klein was control personified.

None of the other princes could muster the level of restraint he was capable of. Not Jin, not Leon, and certainly not his brother. He could be starving, but if he was told not to touch the meal in front of him, he wouldn’t have.

Restraint was his middle name.

But if you kept sucking on his neck like that, he was going to tumble you to the carriage bench and have his wicked way with you.

His hands were on your hips, more for his own stability than for yours as you ground yourself into his lap. The movement of the carriage as it bore you both back to the palace didn’t help, every dip and bump in the road jolting your body against his. Your lips worked happily against his pulse point despite the uneven bouncing, sending bolts of pleasure straight to his cock.

“What’s gotten into you?” A particularly deep roll of your core against the erection throbbing in his trousers made Licht groan, knuckles white as his fingers dug into you. God, he could feel the heat of your cunt through your clothes.

“Mmm, it just struck me again how handsome my husband is.” A playful nip to the spot just below his ear made him gasp, your lips and tongue too good at chipping away his control. “I’ve been overwhelmed by how much I love you.”

“If you give me a hickey, I’ll have to give you one too,” he growled, hoping that you wouldn’t stop.

You pulled back just enough to peer up at him through your lashes. Another roll of your hips shifted his hands, moving from your hips to your ass. “Would you give me more if I asked?”

His control, frayed to nothing, finally snapped. The next thing both of you knew, you were laid out on the bench, Licht hovering above you.

“I’d give you the moon and all the stars in the sky if you asked for them,” he breathed against your lips, gaze trained on the smile that formed there.

Tender hands threaded into the thick hair at the nape of his neck, pulling gently on the strands. “All I want is you.”

His mouth descended on yours ruthlessly, tongue diving between your lips and plundering his territory. Each moan you made tasted sweet, his tongue tangling with yours and drawing out more of those delicious sounds. Your hands tugged harder on his hair, your skirt shifting up as you spread your legs to accommodate the knee he placed between them. A deep purr rumbled through his chest as you lifted a leg over his hip, coaxing him closer.

Strings of saliva connected your swollen lips by the time he was done, satisfied that he’d well and truly taken your breath away. “You have me,” he promised with a swipe of his tongue across his bottom lip. The matching rings around your fingers reaffirmed that.

Keeping one hand planted beside your head, he reached down to undo his belt, letting you help free his cock from the confines of his trousers. Licht hissed when your hand wrapped around the pulsing flesh, your thumb swirling the bead of pre-cum welling at the top. The urge to attack your lips again warred with his desire to fuck you senseless, to give you everything you asked for and more. Every part of him was already yours.

Instead, he shoved the skirt of your dress up to your waist, hungry for what lay beneath. You were already soaked when he reached you, shucking your panties down your legs before settling himself between them. Calloused fingers slipped through your folds, intent on stretching you before he fit his cock in your tight heat, but you stopped him with a hand around his wrist. The way you bit your lip, peering up at him pleadingly through lust-hazed eyes, told him all he needed to know about how desperate you were and Licht was nothing if not an attentive husband.

You shivered as his cock fell between your folds, coating himself in your slick before he positioned the blunt head against your entrance. A yelp filled the small space of the cabin as Licht grasped your calves and hoisted them over his shoulders without warning, thrusting his erection into your depths in the same movement. Maybe the coachman heard, but Licht couldn’t bring himself to care, all his focus trained on the wet suck of your pussy around his girth.

You were wet enough that he slid into you easily enough. Still, he noted the way your fingers clawed into the velvet-upholstered bench beneath you, your brow furrowing against the slight pain that came with the stretch.

On any other occasion, Licht would have waited for your go-ahead before he started moving, but something about your desperation had rubbed off on him, evaporating his good sense. That, combined with the rocking of the carriage as it rumbled over the dirt road, made him pull back and plunge back in harder than he meant to.

Once he started, he couldn’t stop. Uncontrolled, he pounded into your welcoming cunt, the wet squelch of his cock splitting you open combining with your mewls and his quiet grunts. The temperature in the carriage heated, warmed by your fucking.

Something curled along Licht’s spine with each moan of his name, his eyes dark with heat as he watched you arch and writhe beneath him. Shifting his hips, he battered the spot inside you that he knew would make you feel best, that he’d committed to memory after being inside you so many times. Your pussy rewarded him by clenching down hard, nearly making him cum as he gritted his teeth against the overpowering burst of pleasure.

“How do you feel so good every time?” His body fell over yours, forcing your legs into a mating press as he grunted, “I can’t…fuck, I can’t stop.”

“Don’t stop!” you begged, meeting his lips in a messy kiss. He knew you were close, could feel it in the way your body melted against his, the way your pussy sucked him harder. You weren’t alone; his own end was approaching too, tightening his balls and driving his hips to thrust deeper, faster.

Over and over, thrust after thrust, each move brought his orgasm closer. You were almost there. He was almost there.

And then he stopped. One moment he was inside you and the next he was gone, leaving you woefully empty as he slipped your legs off his shoulders and sat up. “Licht!” you cried, voice colored with frustration, and something about it made him smirk, even as he felt remorse at having left your pleasure dangling. “Why did you stop?!”

“We’re home.” Kissing your temple, he slid your damp panties back up your legs and tugged you back into a sitting position. What you hadn’t felt and that he had, was the gradual slowing of the carriage, the way it leaned ever so slightly this way and that as it made the familiar turns leading up to the palace. He might’ve made you climax before the carriage reached its destination, but that would mean no aftercare and that was his favorite part. Furthermore, Licht was not going to risk exposing you to people who had no right to see you that way. Only he had that right.

Your skirt fell back into place, hiding the evidence of your coupling as he tucked his erection back into his trousers. Cradling you against his side, he kissed your pouting lips, catching your bottom lip between his teeth for a quick nip.

“Don’t tease me,” you whined, balling a fist in his jacket.

“Not teasing,” he purred, “Just keeping the mood going.”

“I know, but-“

“Shh…” His gaze flashed with something dark, something that made his crimson eyes shine ruby-bright. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t finish you, did I?”

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nobunagas-puppy · 2 years

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welcome to my blog!

hello! im mel! this is my ikemen/otome blog!

i currently only write for..

- ikemen sengoku - obey me! - midnight cinderella i can and will write smut, or implied steamy fics! <3 it doesnt matter to me, i love to write! im open to more otome/ikemen game recommendations, as i’d love to write for as many good looking men as possible. im open for requests, and if you’d like to check out my previous works, @buckys-p1um is my mcu/bucky barnes blog! :>

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onyourowndaisymae · 9 months

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don't mind me... just thinking about the demon brothers slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...

lucifer // mammon (you are here) // levi // satan // asmo // beel // belphie -- others coming soon, NSFW warning below, gn!reader

mammon, who falls for you slowly, then all at once. whose taunts and general disregard for your safety lessen after he forms a pact with you. suddenly he's finding excuses to linger in your doorway, to join conversations you're having with beel or levi just to make sure you're not getting too friendly with them. he's greedy with you. watching his brothers mingle with you sparks a strange sense of protectiveness in him he doesn't bother to hide.

mammon, who naturally gravitates towards you. he understands the need for alone time, but more often than not his free days are spent by your side. he still loves the casinos and the parties, but nowadays he's trying to convince you to join or not going at all. poker's not as fun when you're not by his side, breathing onto his neck as you strain to get a peek at his cards. clubs are only worth going to when you'll join him on the dancefloor, hips swaying against his to the music. it's hot. he's addicted and he doesn't even feel guilty.

mammon, who doesn't even realize he's been ignoring his usual friends with benefits arrangements. the people in his phone have been sending their usual late night texts, and he swipes them away on instinct. his eyes glaze over as he scrolls through naughty photos in his messages. what was once enticing now simply seems dull, and he doesn't know why-- or, at least, he won't admit it to himself. he'll head out occasionally to meet a succubus he knows, but the encounters seem less fulfilling nowadays.

mammon, who fucks his fist to the thought of you. sweat drips down his face as his movements grow desperate, pausing to spit into his hand just so he can get lost in the idea of his palm being your hot, tight little hole clenching around his cock. his panting is loud, aimless calls of your name echoing through his room. his hips buck steadily into his clenched fist. all he can think about it what it would feel like to have you under him, bent over the hood of his car, your moans like music to his ears as he fucks you until you can't speak. he imagines the way you'll gasp as he slips inside of you, your whines when he slows his pace to a crawl to feel his cock drag against your walls, the way you'll cry out in pleasure when he slams back into you and fucks you as feverishly as he wants. cum spills all over his fingers and stomach, painting his hot skin white when he finally reaches climax, shaking a little in desperation as he realizes how badly he's craving you.

mammon, who can't get off to the thought of anyone else. every explicit video, homemade or otherwise, is just a cheap imitation of you. he's not above searching for videos with performers that look like you, that do the things he wants to do to you or vice versa. he hangs out in your room on a regular basis only to retreat back to his den hard and aching against his jeans. he satisfies himself night after night with toys and his hands until, finally, the pieces fall into place and you end up underneath him during a movie. he feels dizzy as he slides into you, your soft noises making the moment feel ethereal in the low light. his couch squeaks a little as he thrusts into you, but he can't bring himself to notice anything outside of the way your lips fall open, the way your body squirms under him, the way he will never be able to get off without thinking of this moment again.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me x reader #obey me smut #otome

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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 3 months

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Solomon: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.

Mc: Actually, Mammon is my favourite.

Solomon: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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i want request headcanons for Otome and Ichijiku when meet the adoptive child of her s/o ( the child have 5 or 6)and the child say her something like "You are the woman that My mommy loves?thanks for make her happy!"

Otome, Ichijiku meet the adoptive child of their fem! s/o

this one is so cute aaaahhhhh

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-It's probably sound ironic due to her lack of connection with own son, yet she was looking forward to meeting your child.

-Otome is not a type to get some quick love affairs, and if you start dating that means she actually values you very much and wants to prolong her relationship with you as long as possible, and of course get to know everything about you.

-She gets interested after the very first time when you mention you adopted a baby and now she's already 6 years old. It was just a small chit chat and you were just really excited about your precious daughter growing up so fast, yet Otome started asking for more details.

-Your face is just so adorable when you talk about your kid, and this softness in your voice was so sincere.. She's willing to listen to your bubbling for hours. Well, so it's time for a new family to gather together.

-Otome already visited your house a few times before, when your daughter was in kindergarten, but she didn't feel nervous this time. Her calm and confident aura can charm anyone. And your child too.

-"Waa.. You're this auntie which is always shown on TV..!" - she gasped and got closer, while Otome couldn't help but smile a little, nodding softly. Yet the next words make her freeze for a moment. - "My mommy's always so happy when she's talking about you!! I love when she laughs like that, thank you..!"

-Oh. So the little baby is as sincere as her mother. Despite the fact that the face of your lover didn't change, she felt a warm wave of happiness inside her, which she didn't experience for a long time before she met you and your family.

-"Of course sweetie.. Yet I think I'm not the only one who's making your mommy so happy.." - she leaned closer and patted your daughter's head. - "Be a good girl, as she worries about you very much too, okay?"

-It's just another proof that this time Otome made the right choice when decided to bond her soul with someone again. With you, there's nothing wrong and difficult, and she appreciates that peace you provide to her tired soul.

-Believe me, she can be a good mother, and now she's willing to raise your child as her own, together with you, as a happy family. No not in terms of abandoning her.

-Despite her cold hard behavior, I'm sure she's really soft around kids and also animals, treating them only with care and love. Ichijiku just loves adorable small things as it relieves her stress.

-Well, it's also about you too, as you were able to melt her heart and bring this soft sensitive side from the depths of her hurted soul that she kept locked from anyone this whole time.

-Yet when Ichijiku found out about you having a baby, she got even more passionate and attentive, waiting for you to tell her more. Of course your lover's not showing all her excitement yet you can totally tell her smile gets much softer and wider than usual as she listens to your small stories about your daughter.

-She totally would play a little dramatic, scolding you within rancor for not telling her earlier.. And of course she immediately wants to meet your kid, waiting for next weekend in her busy schedule.

-Despite Ichijiku already being in your house a few times, she finds out with surprise that this time she's actually very nervous, as if it was her first visit. But mostly because she's afraid to scare your child with her harsh tone or strict gaze.

-"Woah! You're so tall!! You're this woman who's protecting my mommy?" - a ringing voice behind her makes Ichijiku shrug a little and she turns to meet your adorable daughter that quickly gets closer with a big smile. - "She's always so happy now! Thank you!"

-Oh no. There's moments when even someone as stoic as your lover can't resist their emotions, and right now it was this exact moment.

-"You shouldn't thank me for that, that's my destiny.." - she gets on one knee and looks at your child with a sincere soft smile. - "And now I'll protect you too, okay, little bunny?"

-All this nervousness faded away as now Ichijiku was too pleased with such words. Maybe now she's flattered, but tomorrow she will totally tease you about this, just a little bit.

-No, but actually, she really appreciated this meeting. Back ago, all Ichijiku had as a light in this darkness was her sister, and now, when she gets so lonely without her, building a new, happy family with you is a new reason for her to wake up.

#party of words x reader #party of words #otome x reader #otome tohoten x reader #otome tohoten #hypmic Otome #hypnosis mic otome #ichijiku kadenokouji #Ichijiku x reader #Ichijiku Kadenokoji x reader #hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic Ichijiku #hypnosis mic Ichijiku

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archonsabyss · 3 months

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╰─..✶. [ Constellation of love ]

❒ pairing : zayne x fem!reader

❒ genre : romance! established relationship! hint of spice! minor angst w comfort!

❒ warnings : sexually suggestive! zayne is not the most expressive when it comes to sharing thoughts or feelings about himself (this does not apply to displays of physical affection, affirmation, your relationship on the whole)

❒ word count : 4.1k

─❒ authors note : ironic how caleb was my inspiration and driving force to write for Love and Deepspace, only for my first fic to be about zayne. this was inspired by the song "I'm Yours" -the script

His shift had ended over an hour ago, yet he remained ensconced within the unadorned walls of his mundane enclosure as the hands of the wall clock kept pace with his thudding heart. Apart from that, there was a serene stillness.

It fascinated him to an extent how this silence created room for such intense thoughts that he could almost hear his anxiety of longing; that he could almost see the reflective daze of enamorment flickering in his eyes as he looked through the expansive window, not perceiving a city nor the alignment of lights stretching across the earth, but envisioning your face and that incredibly bewitching smile.

Carved into his recollections were the smallest of details of your features— the asymmetrical dance of your smile where one lip ascended slightly higher; the delicate lines adorning your nose with its subtle scrunch; and the way your eyes neither exaggeratedly rounded nor formed tiny creases.

It was a sight he so dearly missed, but even with that profound sense of longing he still could not find the courage to retrieve his phone, dial your number, and confess the sentiment aloud. The mere contemplation of it brought about a dainty blush to the apples of his cheeks, a sensation almost bordering on embarrassment and so he closed his eyes and tried to vividly recreate your portrait from memory, only he soon realised the futility as it could never truly rival the sight of you in person. Still, he persisted because he wished nothing more than to see your broad smile with his own eyes and revel in the melody of your joyous laughter.

It takes him a lot longer than he would have preferred but eventually a blurred image manages to take shape and although it's somewhat hazy and not immediately discernable, he can well enough capture the essence of what's unfolding.

He sees the dance of your fingers sliding across his palm and intertwining with his, just before you pull him through the crowds with energy he can't quite relate to. You cast him a few glances now and then to ensure he remains right behind you, even though your firm grip on his hand already keeps him close.

The scene seamlessly morphs into a setting that feels strangely familiar to him. It reveals itself to be his bedroom, with those unmistakably moody grey walls you've suggested he decorate with portraits or perhaps a contemporary strand of fairy lights. A suggestion you eventually gave up figuring it might not suit his style. Little did you know his search history was brimming with room decorating ideas and his online cart packed with items you've recommended, hoping you'd approve the next time you visit. And so he sees you both standing in the middle of his room with your hand cradling his face and your thumb gently tracing circles on his cheeks.

It's sweet. A modest gesture that has him reminiscing of the times it actually happened, and he believes this may be where his daydream concludes. But in a sudden turn of events, the scene shifts abruptly and he's still standing at the centre of his room, only there's no longer any distance between you and him as his lips are fervently connected to yours in a flurry of provoked passion.

Behind his closed eyelids, his pupils are shaking as he witnesses the screenplay of your hands clutching his collar while your shirt drapes just below your shoulders. The expanse of skin from your earlobe to your breasts, and the distinct outline of your bra straps captivate him to an extent where his mouth salvates as he watches the version of himself in his dreams, move you backwards until the back of your knees meet the edge of his bed and you topple down, bringing him along with you.

Zayne managed to catch his weight before it crushed you by extending a hand out to connect with the mattress all while keeping the kiss intact and it is the course of moans emanating from your throat after he does that forces him to snap back into reality and confront the repercussions of his wandering mind.

The pounding of his heart stirs up a droning noise in his ears that is so unmistakably audible, that they practically sing in delight as his embarrassment draws out a shaky breath from his lips.

Zayne blinked his widened eyes at the provocative thoughts and placed a hand over his mouth in sheer disbelief, feeling the seething heat emanating from his face beyond his control while the tips of his ears burned with a blend of warmth and self-awareness.

"Pull yourself together," He monotones to himself as several minutes pass him where his senses traverse along the plains of questioning his dignity.

He grapples with the shame of his desperation for you that he remains unaware of the door to his office opening and closing, as well as the rhythmic clicking of footsteps approaching him just as your voice emerges with a murmured greeting, and your arms envelop his waist, prompting him to startle and turn on his feet ready to have a word with whoever dared to initiate such intimacy. But his apprehension quickly dissipates upon realizing it's you.

As if anyone else would ever have the guts to initiate physical touch with him, of all people.

"Missed me" You grinned up at him and there's that breathtaking smile of yours that has haunted his every thought for the entire day.

He hums in response to your question knowing his feelings better conveyed themselves through actions, and so he reaches out to delicately grasp your chin between his thumb and index finger and descends upon your lips with his own in a kiss that feels like a reenactment of the inception of his less-than-innocent daydream.

It's a kiss with a superiority that far surpasses the one shared in his thoughts by such a considerable margin and he indulges himself with utmost care in the way his mouth moves against yours.

His lips are soft as they nibble and tenderly envelop your lower one. The kiss is far from being only intricate with the amount of exploring tongues that delve into every crevice of each other's mouths. The saliva mingles and coats your lips at an exceptionally slow and gentle pace, creating a faint blend of moisture as the kisses smack with the occasional muted suctioning.

You're so lost in each other, that you lose track of time until the necessity to pull back for air arises. You take note that your lungs were not as adept at holding prolonged breaths at a time, as his were.

As you retreat, the realization settles upon you that you were only moments away from taking it somewhere else. Your cheeks flush with a heat under the intense gaze emanating from his eyes that peer at you through the glass of his spectacles.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, the resonance of his deep, husky voice echoing in your ears and inciting the butterflies within your stomach to run a mock.

Had you been anyone else you likely would have recoiled beneath the icy and distant timbre of his voice, misinterpreting the straightforward tone and failing to notice the underlying concern that hinted in his eyes.

"We haven't seen each other for afew days. Didn't you miss me orworry about me?" You teased.

"The weather was nice and judging by your flood of messages you must have been fine without me. Though I'd like to know why you arrived without texting me in advance."

"I missed you"

He tilts his head, denying the way his heart leapt at the confession. "What if I had already gone home?"

He steps back to create a bit of distance without raising your suspicion as he quite honestly needs a moment to quell his tumultuous heart before he takes you into his arms, which inevitably he will do again but only after he gets himself under control. Zayne casts a brief glance in your direction as he rounds his desk and begins to collect the scattered sheets of paper and neatly stack them, feigning busyness.

"I took my chances and would you look at that, I walked into your office to find you exactly where I had hoped you'd be" You remarked, watching as he perused through documents

"That was reckless of you," He chimed with a small disapproving shake of his head. "What if I wasn't here? All the money you spent on transportation would have been a waste. Not to mention it is quite late and you're out alone at night."

"Oh you're such a worrywart" You dismissed with a roll of your eyes, "Give me a break will you, Love? It's enough dealing with Caleb and Grandma as is and now you too. Besides, I was on my way to your apartment when I remembered to call you, but of course, you didn't answer and so I contacted the hospital and they mentioned Dr Zayne was still in despite his shift ending─" You looked down at your wrist-watch, "Almost four hours ago"

"Either way─"

You interrupt him by reaching over the desk and placing a finger on his lips to silence him. "If you're going to pretend you're not happy to see me I can always leave, and then both the money and coming here would be an actual waste"

It was hard to get his final say when you inadvertently threatened him with the possibility of leaving, knowing it was his weakness as of right now. That alone was enough to have him seal his mouth shut and accept the situation.

You practically radiate with approval as he simply gives in without a further fight.

Zayne let out a deep sigh as he settled into his seat and pushed aside whatever papers remained in the middle. He observed you from across the desk and gave a small tilting gesture with his head, hoping you'd read between the unspoken lines and figure out what he wanted without him having to explicitly state it. Fortunately for him, you did.

You left your bag behind on the opposite end of his desk as you circled it to reach him.

He slid back and swivelled to the side, his legs parting in invitation.

Your gaze falls to his lap as you halt in your steps, a flush creeping across your face upon noticing the bulge that presses against the fabric of his pants and Zayne's unfazed expression. He simply raises a brow and boldly takes your hand, leading you to perch on his lap.

An unusual shyness takes over you even though it's not the first time you've sat on his lap. Perhaps it's the solitude of being alone in his work environment with the romantic view of a thousand stars and the glow of man-made lights illuminating the world beyond the window.

"Why exactly haven't you gone home yet?" You whisper tenderly as your fingers trace over the noticeable dark circles beneath his eyes framed by the metallic obsidian of his glasses. "You look exhausted"

You touched these tired eyes of mine

And mapped my face out line by line

And somehow growing old feels fine

He worries if he should succumb to his vulnerability and confess the truth, or retort with something dismissive. But he decides to rid himself of questioning everything and leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed as you cradle his face.

"What's on your mind, Zayne"

Listen close for I'm not smart

He feels your hands leave his face, and he's about to voice a complaint when he senses his spectacles sliding off his face, followed by a brief pause and then the unmistakable feeling of your lips leisurely planting kisses on the bridge of his nose, his forehead, and the dark circles beneath his eyes.

You wrap your thoughts in works of art

And they're hanging on the walls of my heart

Despite their roughness, his hands display the utmost gentleness when he holds your sides and the feeling your touch evokes makes his fingers press with a reassuring weight into your hips to anchor himself in the moment.

I may not have the softest touch

I may not say the words as such

And though I may not look like much

"Talk to me" You encourage. Your voice, like the delicate touch of flower petals falling. His ears are attuned and he blinks his eyes open, directly locking gazes with you. Ever so slightly they soften and his eyebrows unfurrow, the side of his lips raising with subtle visibility and he's sure as the dawn, understanding like never before with a knowledge he's never embraced prior.

I'm yours

He's yours

Zayne smiles at the thought, and even though you've been fortunate enough to witness it more than anyone else it will never cease to be a welcomed delight. You can't quite pinpoint why his aura appears more at ease now but you have no intention of complaining. He leans his face closer to yours, his eyes demanding a reaction while his hand places on the side of your head causing you to direct your gaze to his tie.

"Have you gotten into any trouble lately" His voice, dripping with honey, lowers as he speaks to you.

You shake your head with furrowed brows in response to his inquiry.

"I'm not always out looking for trouble!" You retort.

"No, but it seems drawn to you, and hence, it finds you"

"My trouble magnet must not be that strong considering it seems ineffective against a certain kind of trouble."

He arches a single, incredibly attractive brow. "Are you implying I'm trouble?"

"Am I?"

"I wouldn't grasp the meaning even if you did Love. I'm far too occupied with work to find myself in any sort of trouble, and it would seem my hands are tied dealing with a little troublemaker of my own. Besides, I don't reckon two troublemakers would make a balanced couple, would they now"

"So you're implying I'm the trouble one between us?"

"Not at all" He fails to hide the amusement from peaking out through the smirk that tilts his lips. "I just believe you're quite the allure to things not entirely safe."

"Oh, is this some kind of insinuation as well?" You scrunch your nose. "Not entirely safe as in...?"

A pregnant pause hangs in the air as silence cuts through. Suddenly, it hits you, and you snap your head at him with wide eyes, your jaw dropping in disbelief. "Oh."

He chuckles, poking your forehead. "You talk too much."

"You talk too little!"

"Do you want me to talk more?"

"Yes. No... Yes..." You groan, covering your eyes with your hand. "Don't ask me questions like that."

"Want to hear my voice that much?" The smug tone in his voice accompanies that breath-stealing smirk as he pries your hand from your eyes and kisses your knuckles.

"This is exactly what getting into trouble feels like," You mutter under your breath. "You're fucking trouble. I think I need my heart checked. As a doctor, you're causing more damage than healing"

For dramatic effect, you accelerate your breathing and pretend to heave for air while clutching your heart.

"Your condition is incurable," Zayne slips his arm around your waist and draws you flush against him until your noses touch. "You can't get rid of me so easily."

"Seems you're doing that on your own though" He becomes more attentive upon hearing the sigh you exert afterwards, and the air tenses ever so slightly.

"What does that mean, Angel?"

"Don't think I forgot how you evaded my questions earlier."

"It is nothing"

"Mhm, nothing as in something?"

"It is nothing to concern yourself with" He withdraws.

"I won't pry for now, but perhaps you should head home and get some sleep. You looked more exhausted than usual."

"I'm fine."

"You should still go home."

"I'd rather not."

"Why?"

"You're prying."

"I'm concern-ing"

"That's not how the word is meant to be used," He corrects, and you're on the verge of exploding when you muster a fake smile, relenting with exaggerated sarcasm, "I'm expressing concern. Happy now?"

"Thrilled," He deadpans, and you pinch his cheek causing him to glare at you.

"So you don't want to go home"

"I did not say that"

"You're unusually stubborn, especially when it involves something you don't want to disclose. So why the reluctance to go home?" You pointed it out knowingly.

Zayne remains silent in response to your questions, his lips tightly sealed as his thoughts delve into the depths of contemplation. It has neared an hour and a half since your arrival that dispelled the loneliness that took hold of him, and he hesitates to provide any reason for you to leave. He knows that sharing his worries will give you every reason to stay and never leave his side, but he grapples with the discomfort that opening up about his internal struggles could bring. The prospect of delving into his emotions and sharing them with you raises uncertainties about the potential outcomes, creating a hesitant barrier in his mind.

For him, it's something seemingly insignificant yet deeply personal. For someone who has dedicated their entire life to saving others and dealing with countless individuals and their distinct reactions, this internal struggle appears unusually challenging.

In that moment, it's you, nestled on his lap offering him the world through just your touch and your unconditional love for him. A soul poised between a state of simple and unadorned equilibrium. Someone who admitted a thousand times over how much they missed him, how much they loved him, how insatiable the longing for his presence was, they were all woven together by a thread of love and your shyness and nervous anticipation.

His long slender fingers touch your cheeks, his mind teetering towards admittance.

"I've somehow lost touch with the experience of solitude" He states, though he appears entirely lost in a world of his own. "I've missed you"

His hand drifts lower, parting your lips with his thumb. "Going to a place without you there seemed pointless. Calling it home when your presence is absent makes it feel empty. And so I chose to stay back and wait until my exhaustion reached a point where returning to my apartment wouldn't leave me yearning for you constantly"

And though my edges may be rough

"I must admit this is a foreign feeling to me, and while it is not as awkward as I anticipated, it does cause a bit of embarrassment. I feel as though I come across as excessively reliant on you, as if I lack emotional independence"

I never feel I'm quite enough

I may not seem like very much

But I'm yours

"This feels like the most you've ever talked to me despite knowing each other for almost our entire lives" You smiled, holding back a sob as tears welled up in your eyes and he found your reaction puzzling, wondering about the reason behind it.

He is unaware of the significance this holds for you and your relationship. His confession carries substantial weight, revealing feelings he has guarded closely all this time. These emotions kept hidden for so long are something you've gently encouraged him to share, trying not to press too hard or pry them out of him but aiming to help him unburden himself. It feels as though the red string of fate has finally begun to extend a bit further, as if the stars now align and connect, finally crossing the barriers they once held, bringing the ends together at long last.

Your love is deeply passionate and intertwined, much like those red strings, and your love is written in the constellations of those stars that run far across the galaxy.

"Why are you crying, Angel"

Your quivering smile reveals the acknowledgment in your heart. You nod as if agreeing to his every word, freeing yourself from restraint and allowing the tears to flow as he gently brushes them away with the pads of his thumbs.

You healed these scars over time

Embraced my soul, you loved my mind

"You do know you just indirectly asked me to move in with you, don't you?" You chuckled breathlessly, joy accompanying the sentimental realization.

Zayne's mouth forms an 'oh'... "I didn't consider it from that perspective, but I suppose it amounts to the same thing."

Your grin spreads so wide that it's uncontrollable your cheeks ache from the happiness. Zayne carefully wipes away the remainder of your tears and seals the moment with a tender kiss that erases its every trace. He then pats your thigh which signals you to rise from his lap so he can stand up.

He leans down to your height with his left hand resting on his desk and the other cupping your face once again.

"It's entirely up to you." His whispered exhale caresses your lips, his eyes boring into yours. "I desire you more than anything. Should you decide to agree, you'll have me more frequently than my work permits."

"You'd divorce your work for me?"

He dismisses your teasing with a slight shake of his head and a hint of a smile, "Unbelievable. But if that's what you would like to think of it..."

"The idea sounds quite domestic," You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'd love to have you all to myself every second you're at home, to the point where you might even get annoyed with me. But─ I wouldn't want to entirely pull you away from your work – work that helps people and has been one of the reasons I fell in love with you. I'll be content enough just to have you return home to me afterwards every night"

His heart rate undeniably quickens, evident in the pulsing of his neck and the shallowness of his breathing. You release your arms from around his neck and tend to the details of his appearance, straightening his collar and adjusting his tie.

"Besides," You add, "I love seeing you in your lab coat; it's insanely attractive"

Zayne presses a kiss to your cheek before trailing down to the sensitive area beneath your ear, a sense of excitement coursing through his veins as he envisions the promising future. In an instant, the prospect of returning to his apartment becomes highly anticipated, and the allure of his bed grows even more irresistible.

He swiftly gathers his phone and essentials as you pick up your bag and wait for him near the door. As he finishes, he approaches, noticing your outstretched hand and arching an eyebrow.

"What's with that expression?" You wrinkle your nose at the way he's eyeing your hand. "You worried your colleagues will see us holding hands?"

"On the contrary, I'd prefer if they saw it," he responds, taking your hand and interlocking your fingers.

"Then?"

He adorably tilts his head glasses once again perched on the bridge of his nose as you open the door, and he follows, "This is- quite a twist to how I imagined my day would unfold."

"It's only the beginning. You're in for a weekend of sprucing up your apartment with me," You playfully announce. "While I appreciate the modern aesthetic, I think you need something that feels more like a home."

"What have I gotten myself into" He muses, shaking his head, but deep down he harbours no regret, no wish for anything different – he'd have it no other way because the minute he heard your words, 'feel more like a home', it's like you knew him and what resided at his core, and a home with you is everything he longed for. Now, hand in hand, it's finally within reach.

"Hey, Zayne..."

He emits a soft hum as you cast a glance over your shoulder while he observes the illuminated numbers above the elevator descending.

"Let's go home"

He grins with a radiance unseen before, his eyes aglow with newfound brilliance. Nodding in agreement, he echoes the warmth of the sentiment. "Home is where the heart is," knowing his heart rests in your delicate hands.

You're the only angel in my life

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