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[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 13 - Revelations

As Y/N grows closer to Lucifer, he reveals what the hands of fate have in store.

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The heavy rain pounds against the colorful windows, the peaceful sound fills the otherwise silent room, occasionally interrupted by the deafening clap of thunder. The droplets of water race down the colorful depictions of the fall and rise of Lucifer, displayed in the stained glass windows, giving it an almost theatrical effect. 

I stare out one of the few clear panes of glass, cozied in a comfy chair I had dragged into place. The view of the towering pine trees outside is distorted by the downpour and thick fog looming around. The sun is nowhere to be seen, the world only illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning. 

Sighing, I turn my attention back to the task at hand, rereading my favorite cheesy romance novel for the 14th time, never growing tired of it. I lose myself in the story of a girl from the city running into a creature of the night. She starts out frightened of the vampire, scared of what she’s capable of, but learns to see through her tough shell and love the woman beneath the fangs and mystery. I hum quietly, chewing on a strand of hair as I meticulously scan every word on the page, despite having them memorized already.

“I’m so booored,” Lucifer whines, stepping out of the shadows and leaning over the tall satin chair I reside in.

“And what would you like me to do about that?” I keep my eyes fixed on the book, not sparing him even a passing glance, but I can still feel him pouting behind me.

“Let’s go do something,” he suggests, leaning down to wrap his arms around my chest.

“Like what?” I gaze at him from the corner of my eye.

He gestures out the window, wordlessly planting the idea of going outside.

“It’s raining Luce.” I put my book down to look at him, giving him the attention he so badly craves.

“You say that like it's a problem.” He grins, holding me even tighter.

Without a moment to think, the world spins once again and I find myself in a completely different location. I grab onto his arms to hold myself up, my knees ready to buckle under my weight at any second. I keep my eyes scrunched closed until the dizziness wears off and the world feels stable.

“You have to stop doing that!” I growl, shoving him with annoyance, but he doesn’t even budge. Fully preparing myself for the torrential downpour of rain, I instinctively fold my wings over my head to provide what little shelter I can, but nothing comes. 

He rolls his eyes, then looks at me eagerly like he’s waiting for my reaction.

The sound of birds chirping draws my attention and I lower my wings to take in my surroundings. I find myself in a stunning garden that goes on as far as the eye can see, unlike anything I've ever experienced. The world is painted vibrant shades of greens, blues and pinks, the color so intense that it feels like I'm looking through an enhanced filter. The sky, a pale blue with dozens of fluffy clouds and a shining rainbow.

The grass is perfectly manicured with little drops of dew from the rain clinging to each blade. Little bee’s buzz in harmony, hard at work pollinating each wildflower sprung from the ground.

 A little stream runs down the hills, twisting and winding for miles. The water is so clear that you can see each tumbled rock fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The sound of water rapidly flowing fills the air and perched on mossy rocks along the bank are little green and brown frogs, lounging without a care in the world. 

Hundreds of cherry blossoms fill the orchard in full bloom, the fragrant aroma taking over my senses. But in the middle of it all is one tree that looms taller than the rest. It's old, dating back at least a century. The branches twist and turn, similar to the body of a snake. And hanging from the lowest branch is one bright, shiny red apple.

“Where the fuck am I?” I ask, feeling a sense of confusion and wonder.

“It’s a garden I made for you.”

I slowly spin on my heels, admiring the beauty around me. He’s thoughtfully selected all of my favorite flowers, each one bringing back a distinct, pleasant memory. It takes my breath away.

He nervously rubs the back of his neck, suddenly feeling self conscious.  “Maybe it’s a bit mu-”

“No!” I interrupt him, “It’s beautiful.” I smile.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says, his doubt melting away in a matter of seconds, replaced by pride. His wings perk up and a satisfied grin tugs at his lips. “Come,” he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers and pulling me along. 

The soft grass squishes beneath my boots as I follow close behind, a soft breeze flows through my hair.

He stops us at the apple tree that stands next to the creek, and sitting in its shade is a checkered red blanket, and a woven picnic basket. It’s like a scene out of a fairy tale.

“A picnic?” I raise my brow skeptically. I never imagined Lucifer to be the picnicking type.

He sits down on the blanket and pats it twice, gesturing for me to sit by his side. 

I perch down next to him, tucking my wings behind my back and our knees touch ever so slightly. Just that one innocent little touch feels so intimate. 

He pulls out two fancy crystal glasses, dipping them into the creek by our side and filling them with the clear water.

“Creek water? I think I'll pass,” I scoff.

He looks at me amused, like he knows something I don’t. With a snap of his fingers, the water turns into a rich amber color I could recognise anywhere. He hands me the glass with a pleased smirk.

“Cool party trick.” I admire the glass in amazement. “Taking notes from The Bible, are we?” I tease.

“Please,” he scoffs. “That dickwad learned it from me.”

I chuckle at the thought. I take a sip and my eyes light up as the familiar taste of Jack Daniels Whiskey burns my throat. “Mmm… You remembered,” I smile.

“I always do.” He wraps his wing around my shoulders.

“Lucifer?” I ask, nervously toying with his mesmerizing flight feathers.

“Hm?”

“Why am I here? I mean, why me? What makes me so special?” I scooch closer, patiently waiting for his answer.

“Because.” He effortlessly pulls me into his lap, wrapping his broad arms around me, “You’re my soulmate.”

“What?” My eyes widen and snap up to meet his.

“You were made for me Y/N,” he coos, holding my chin in his hand. His eyes lovingly gaze into mine. “A gift from my dad, a little peace offering of sorts.”

“That’s not possible…” I shake my head, unable to process the information being thrown at me. My hands shake, a myriad of thoughts and emotions bouncing around my brain.

“You feel the connection between us, the force that pulls us together, even when we're apart. The way our lives have always led to this moment.” He places a soft kiss on my cheek.

I sit in silence, stunned.

“You know it to be true,” he whispers in my ear.

“I don’t understand,” I murmur.

“Why do you think you dream of me every night? We’re bonded together, our fates intertwined for the rest of time.” He caresses my cheek ever so slightly.

“Luce…” my voice quivers.

“You feel that?” He asks, pulling me into his chest and I can feel the buzz of electricity stronger than ever.

“There’s a reason I shared my grace with you,” his cold tingly grace intertwines with mine that burns hot, creating a pleasant mix of sensations.

I stare up at him, too shocked to even blink. I’m finally getting the answers I so desperately craved, but nothing could have prepared me for this.

“Human lives are so fleeting and the thought of being without you ever again kills me,” his voice breaks, emotions getting the best of him. 

“We’re destined to be together,” he pauses, “forever.”

The words play over in my head countless times, struggling to form some kind of response. 

Images of my time with Dean flash across my mind, the way he held me when I needed him the most, the nights he slept by my side and held me dear, and the yearning I feel whenever I think of him. I can’t stop the feeling of guilt that burns in my stomach, like I’m betraying him, despite never even discussing any sort of relationship. I have feelings for Dean, that I'm certain of. But I can’t deny the chemistry I feel with Lucifer, the way every moment together feels so natural. 

“This is a lot to take in Luce.” I rest my head against his shoulder, feeling conflicted and overwhelmed.

“I know love.” He places a kiss on the top of my head. “Take your time, we have an eternity awaiting us.”

I nod my head and take a long swig of whiskey until the glass is nearly empty. The alcohol always did help me think. We sit in comfortable silence for what must’ve been hours. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the birds chirping and water flowing, my breathing becoming steadier. The warmth of the sun shines on my face, lulling me into a sense of relaxation. I mindlessly curl up in his lap and snuggle into his chest as the peaceful hands of sleep pull me close. The last thing I can remember is the feeling of his large silky wings wrapping around us providing me a sense of safety. And just like that, I drift off into peaceful dreams.



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[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-sixteen

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Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

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My eyes fluttered open, the golden rays of the upcoming sunrise painted the room and I slowly sat up to take in my surroundings. I was back in my room, suitcases and clothes still scattered throughout, but what made my heart drop was that I was alone, Bucky nowhere in sight. 

“Bucky?” I called out. 

His voice didn’t call back. 

I gave a quick glance to my phone and noticed that I had been out for a few hours. The constant revelation of truths tonight had done a number on my mental capacity and whether I wanted to admit it or not, I needed to sleep it off. Even if I felt slightly better about the situation, I still wasn’t happy about how Bucky had to deal with the whole Jason situation. But in the end, I wasn’t going to change the outcome of what happened. 

With a soft sigh, I decided that I should let him know that I was awake and feeling better, mostly. I made my way towards the one place in the house I knew that Bucky would be. 

His office. 

As I made the turn down the long hallway, I noticed Sam was leaning against the wall with his phone pressed to his ear. He had been so engrossed in his phone call that he hadn’t realized I had walked up behind him.

“They’re in there with him right now, it’s not pretty but we have to get somewhere.” 

My brows knitted together as I halted in front of Sam who quickly ended his call when his eyes landed on me. 

“Is Bucky busy?” I nodded towards the closed office door behind him. 

“Yeah, I’ll let him know you stopped by,” Sam said. 

I snorted. “What are you, his receptionist?” 

“He’s in a meeting.” 

“I heard. I guess it doesn't look pretty in there?” I questioned. 

I was unsure what kind of meeting Bucky would have at the early hours of the morning and I made that clear to Sam. 

He sighed. “Y/N, you can’t go in there.” 

“Why not?” I had my arms crossed over my chest. 

A bellow of screams came from behind the door and I tried to move past Sam but he blocked my path. 

“I can’t let you in, Y/N.” 

More screams sounded and I looked at Sam baffled. “What is Bucky doing in there?” 

Sam shook his head with hesitation. “It’s not Bucky that’s screaming.”

“Sam, I swear to God, if you don’t tell me what the hell is going on. I'm so tired of being left out in the dark with everything. Please.” 

He ran a hand over his face and let out a large breath. “There’s a lead in your parents' case.” 

My heart jumped at not only hearing news of a lead in my parents’ case but also because of the way that Bucky and Steve were finding out more information. Sam didn’t have to tell me exactly how they were doing it, the screams that echoed told me. 

Not bothering to hear Sam’s protests, I pushed past him and barreled into the office. The door had slammed against the wall. My eyes doubled in size with the sight in front of me. 

Bucky and Steve had their backs to me but that didn’t stop me from seeing the blood on their knuckles and the array of knives on the desk. However, what made my stomach drop was seeing the man tied to a chair, blood pooling from a variety of cuts on his face, arms, and thighs. There was a puddle of blood forming at the man's feet. 

“What the fuck is going on?” I gasped. 

The two men turned on their heels when they heard my voice and Bucky cursed as he wiped the blood on a towel. 

“What the hell, Y/N! Didn’t you see the closed door?” He seethed while blocking my view.

I ignored him, only pointing to the man in the chair. “What the hell are you doing?” 

Bucky was now gripping my elbow to force me out but I ripped it from his grasp. 

“NO! I’m done being the girl stuck in her room with the wool over her eyes as to what’s going on.” I fought against him. 

“Y/N, leave. Now.” Bucky’s voice was calm but firm. 

I shook my head and pushed past him, now standing close to the tied man. Beneath the blood and bruises that were forming, I could tell that he was younger than me, just a kid. 

My blood began to boil as I looked back at Bucky. “He’s just a kid, guys!” 

“Y/N, you need to listen to Bucky and leave. You shouldn’t be here for this.” 

Steve was the next to try to get me to leave but I pushed his hand off of me. 

“Screw you, guys! He knows something about my parents' case, right?” I asked. 

It was Steve who gave me the answer I was looking for. “Yes but he’s not giving it up willingly.” 

A gargled cough sounds behind me. “Oh shit. It was your parents that got wacked?”

Anger flashed over my eyes as I went to smack him, only to be held back by Steve. 

“Let me go!” I did my best to break free from his grasp but failed. 

That damn serum.

“I deserve to be here if it involves my parents!” I pleaded while looking between Steve and Bucky. 

With a quick lick of his lips, Bucky eventually nodded. “You only ask questions, understand?” 

I didn’t bother wasting my breath on him and turned my attention back to the man in the chair. 

“Who killed my parents?” 

The man chuckled but remained silent which seemed to anger Bucky, who grabbed a knife off of his desk. It twirled between his vibranium fingers. 

“She asked you a question,” Bucky said. 

Seeing the way Bucky had flipped the knife so effortlessly in his hand made my core twitch with a new, confusing desire. 

I stared at it with a tilted head. 

Oh…oh.

That’s why I felt this burning below. I had found myself becoming turned on by seeing Bucky play with the knife. 

I pushed the feeling to the back of mind, knowing now wasn’t the time to explore this new kink. 

“This is your bride?” The man said before looking at me. “Damn baby, why are you wasting your time with this freak? I’ll show you what a real man is like.” 

Bucky’s boot landed into the man’s chest, knocking him to the ground, and pressed the knife deep into his neck. 

“You’re lucky I need you alive for answers otherwise I’d kill you right now for even looking at her,” Bucky spat, drawing blood from a new wound on the neck. 

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from protesting Bucky’s actions. 

Once the chair was placed up properly, I knelt down in front of the man again. 

“What’s your name?” I asked. 

“Let me guess, you’re the good cop?” 

I shrugged. “Someone has to be.” 

He looked at the two men that towered behind me and sighed. “Daryl.” 

I gave him a small smile. “Okay, Daryl. I’m only going to ask you one more time. Who killed my parents?” 

“Screw you.” 

Skin on skin echoed throughout the room only it came from my hand as I slapped Darly, hard. 

He spat blood on the ground, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Damn, that’s all you got?” 

This time, I punched the same cheek I had previously slapped. 

“Y/N!” 

I ignored Bucky and kept my attention on Daryl. “Who killed my parents?” 

My patience had begun to grow thin, I needed answers now and I didn’t care what I had to do in order to get them. 

“I’m not fucking around. Who killed them?!” 

He looked up at me with a sinister smirk under all of the blood. “Why don’t you ask your husband? I’m sure he’s got a list of people that want revenge.” 

My hand reeled back, ready to land another blow, but vibranium fingers wrapped around my wrist and yanked me away from Daryl. I burned a gaze full of hatred towards Bucky as he pinned me against the wall. 

“I said talking only,” he reminded me through gritted teeth. 

“Look at him, Bucky! Clearly you two gave up talking to him a long time ago.” 

Bucky nodded. “For you! This is all for you, Y/N. I can’t have you come in here still upset with me for what happened to Jason and risk making this guy clam up.” 

A dry laugh fell from my lips. “You think that’s why I’m so heated? I don’t care anymore. You killed someone. I’m not happy with it but I can’t change that for you. It’s who you are and I have to live with it.” 

There was a sadness that glossed over Bucky’s eyes and he sighed deeply. “I don't want you to stoop to my level. You’re too good for this, doll.” 

“It’s my parents, Bucky,” I shrugged. “I have too.” 

A soft finger raised my chin up, closer to Bucky’s lips, and I molded into him as he placed a gentle kiss on mine. All of the anger I had felt slipped through my fingertips, only for a moment, as I allowed him to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“How sweet. You want to know what your parents said before a bullet was put into their brains?” 

Bucky’s head snapped towards Daryl. “Keep your fucking mouth shut.” 

I pushed past Bucky and reached for a knife on the desk. “What did you say?” 

Daryl chuckled darkly. “They begged for your life to be spared. They knew that we would come after you next, unless they gave us what we were looking for.” 

His screams filled our ears as I dug the knife deep into an open wound in his stomach, twisting and turning it. 

“What did you want?” I asked. 

No answer so I dug the knife deeper, more blood pooling over my hand. Daryl’s head hung low, another dark chuckle erupted from his throat. My fingers snaked through his hair and yanked his head back. 

“What were you looking for?!” I yelled. 

The knife dug even deeper which caused Daryl to hiss in pain but that didn’t stop him from spitting a large amount of blood into my face.

“That’s enough! Steve, get her out of here,” Bucky’s loud voice demanded. 

The knife clattered to the hard floor below as arms wrapped around me from behind, lifting me away from Daryl. I kicked and writhed against Steve’s grasp, a slew of curses falling from my lips and being taken away. 

“He knows! He knows who killed them!” 

Steve continued to carry me until we were in the main entry of the house and once my feet touched the ground, I did my best to run past him but he was two seconds too fast. I ran right into his hard chest. 

“Steve, please,” I begged, tears filling my eyes. 

He gave me a sad look. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t let you in there.” 

My shoulders slumped, defeated. “But he knows.” 

Steve cupped my face with both of his hands, forcing me to look into his eyes. 

“Bucky and I will find that out but you need to go take a shower. Get cleaned up and take a breath. You only woke up a while ago from passing out. We don’t need that to happen again.” 

Truthfully, I knew Steve was right. My body had been so stressed out with everything the last couple weeks that I hadn’t had time to simply sit and decompress; take a breath. 

“Will you fill me in on what you find out?” I asked. 

He nodded. “Of course.” 

With one final sigh, I slipped through his gentle hands and climbed the stairs towards my bedroom.

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[hellsburners]

you’re my religion

summary: the cross on his neck does things to a person. pairing: matt murdock × male!reader word count: 954 warnings: 18+ warning, protected sex, gay sex, anal sex, blowjobs, top!matt, bottom!reader a/n: might be my last matt fic for a bit since i dont want to get burnt out just writing him but i do have stuff in the works for matt especially some mattfrank x m!reader and mattelektra x m!reader so check those out soon!!

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Rain pours tonight in Hell’s Kitchen. You and your boyfriend are drenched in the rain huddling towards some shade. You were on a date and were on the way home, people in the streets running with briefcases on their heads or fumbling to open their umbrellas. Matt was giggling while running his hands through his wet hair. You giggled too, you were both on a high from the date. He took you to his favorite place in the city, a small Chinese restaurant that served amazing dumplings, and his favorite bar, Josie’s, to grab some beer and play billiards. 

“You’re right, we should’ve taken a cab,” he laughed, that cheeky laugh that accentuated his dimples. “You could stay with me for a bit,” he pauses. “Until the rain stops - I mean.”

“Sure, I’d like that a lot actually, my socks are wet and it’s making me so uncomfortable,” you smiled. He takes your hand and laces your fingers together, his calloused hands meeting yours. You blush at the gesture, he whisks you to him as you walk towards his apartment. 

This man, you were outside his door and his hands were cupped to your cheeks, his lips pressed on yours. His kiss becomes feverish, your arms wrapped around his waist as his left-hand rests on your neck. He was taller than you so your neck started to sore from looking up, you didn’t mind because this was making your cheeks burn so bad. He pins you to his door, not losing contact with your lips. He takes his keys from his back pocket and unlocks the door with a swift movement. 

You fumble on your way in, pushing your shoes off and your wet socks. He removes his black coat and tosses it to the side, you pull your shirt off as he signals for the couch. You lay down while unbuttoning your trousers. He stands on top of you as he pulls his belt off with one hand. You help him unbutton his drenched white shirt. You both get all buttons open and he pulls his shirt off. Your eyes wander on his naked torso. You never noticed the necklace he wore, it was a thin black leather strap with a small golden cross. You pulled up to kiss him again, his tongue meeting yours. He starts to trail kisses on your neck, you shudder from the erotic pleasure. You lay back again on the couch as he starts to leave wet kisses on your torso, your nipples given more love than the rest. His fingers find the hem of your boxers and he pulls the garment down, your cock hard from all the kisses. He kisses the skin around your sex teasingly, you run your hands through his hair. He takes your legs and rests them on his broad shoulders as he takes you in his mouth, you moaning marveling at his back muscles contracting. He was unreal, a man carved by god, and he was pleasuring you. 

“Fuck, Matt,” you moaned, and your tip was hitting the roof of his throat. You were almost pulling on his hair, Matt didn’t care about the slight stinging on his scalp, the pain only turned him on more. “Not yet, love, we’re not yet done here.”

He stands up to get some condoms and lube. You felt bare on his couch, well you were, but the lack of contact gave you a sense of shame. After a few seconds, he was back, a roll of condoms and a small bottle of lube in hand. He takes some lube to his two fingers to prepare you. It was cold at first, his thick fingers feeling your tight muscle, he went deeper until you moaned. He takes more lube to put on his erection. For the lack of a better word you found his dick so beautiful, it was thick, not so long, but a sizable amount, cut with a pink head, the base neatly trimmed. He bent down to insert his hardness and you both moaned from the contact, your arms found themselves wrapped around his neck. 

Through the lights of nearby billboards, the gold cross on his neck shimmered dangling above you. There was something so sensual about the act. The way your bodies, glistened with sweat, would move towards each other in an act of lust. Moans, sounding like the hymn of angels in this small apartment. And the cross, there in front of you like in the middle of the church. You close your eyes in a bit of prayer. You whispered the lord’s name and some profanities, using his name in vain. Matt went back to continue to feast on your neck, the gold cross resting on your chest cold. His hand pumps your cock with the same rhythm as his. You could feel yourself coming to a climax. 

He leaves your neck to sit up, your legs held at his side. You could see the way his abdomen moved to thrust his hips into you. His thrusts became erratic, and your cock was close to letting go. You quickly grabbed the cross from his neck, pulling him back to you as you kissed. The kiss is hot with wanton lust, almost sloppy. Moans stifled in your mouths.

And then you two, at the same time, let your pleasures erupt. He fills the condom while yours shoots into your abdomen. His thrusts stop while kissing you, the quick rising and falling of your chests slowing. He kisses your temples and collapses on your shoulder, his full body weight pressing into yours. 

“Babe, you’re still inside me,” you catch your breath. 

“Give me a few minutes,” he whispers, slowly drifting to sleep.

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[clemkruckinnie]

Can you write something like your ‘first time’ fic with Dalton, except the reader is a virgin and Dalton isn’t, maybe Dalton is the reader’s first bf too?

rocky road- d. lambert

a/n: i’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this! appreciate yall so much <333

it’s one of the first warm days on campus, after a long and brutal winter.

the courtyards are full of your classmates, the dorms practically empty as everyone tries to soak up the first few rays of sunlight.

you and your boyfriend, ever the introverts, decided to take advantage of the empty dorms, grabbing ice cream from the place right outside campus and eating it on his bed. dalton’s never been the type for a big social gathering, preferring his own company to anyone elses’. that is, until he met you. you, with your bright smile and warm personality, always ready to listen to his ramblings, or just let him sit in silence with you.

that’s what you two are doing today, finishing off your ice cream and taking turns catching up. dalton’s in the middle of a rant about his partner for a group project, when you notice a smear of his rocky road ice cream on his cheek.

“so i emailed my professor to let her know bryson had done zero percent of his- hey!”

without thinking, you’d leaned forward, licking the side of his face.

“what? it’s too good to waste.” you defend yourself. “i’m listening, keep going.”

“that’s pretty much it.” dalton shrugs, “that’s all i was gonna say before you licked me.”

you shrug, smiling.

“ok, you go next. did your roommate finally break it off with that tinder dude?”

“no! i don’t understand why. dal, when i tell you this man is the literal worst-“

your ice cream drips onto your thigh, the coldness stunning you momentarily.

the story you were about to tell dies on your tongue as dalton’s meets the skin of your thigh, licking off the drops of ice cream off your skin.

he comes back up, running a hand through his hair to push it back, then notices your flabbergasted expression.

“something on your mind?”

“you just-“ you gesture to your thigh, dalton raising an eyebrow.

“yeah? you licked the side of my face earlier.”

“that was your face, though, this was-“ you trail off.

dalton smiles softly at you, heat creeping into your cheeks at the way he’s looking at you.

“different?” dalton offers. when you don’t respond verbally, he shakes his head.

“tell me.”

“it was different. it felt- i just pictured-“

you sputter, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“pictured what, baby?” dalton urges you. when you look down, silent, he grabs your hand, squeezing it lightly.

“hey, i’m sorry. i know you’re a virgin and i understand if you’re not-“

“i pictured your face—lower.”

you’re not sure where the confidence came from, and judging by the way his eyebrows shoot up, neither is dalton. he puts his hand on your knee, looking at you for assurance. you nod, heart in your throat.

“lower like—“ dalton moves his hand up, towards the middle of your thigh. “here?”

“no, lower like-“ your breath catches when he finally inches his hand towards where you need him, fingers ghosting over the fabric of your shorts.

“i can make that happen,” dalton offers, “if you want.”

you nod rapidly, dalton’s intense blue eyes meeting yours.

“i need to hear it, baby.”

“yes.” you breathe out.

dalton grins at you, leaning in for a kiss. this one’s different than the other times he’s kissed you—he’s needy, desperate to get his mouth lower, and lower, and…

he leans into you, your legs parting around him as you lay back into his pillows.

he pulls back from the kiss, leaving you dizzy as he tugs the hem of your top upward.

you oblige, lifting your arms up so he can get the item off as fast as possible. it’s flung into some random corner of your room, dalton moving to your bra before you can complain.

“can never fucking— there we go.” dalton gets the clasp undone, the way he phrased it reminding you once again he’s more experienced than you. it’s not something you should be insecure about, yet it is anyway, and dalton picks up on your shift in mood.

“baby?” dalton asks , fingers still pressed into your back. “you okay?”

the softness in his voice makes your stomach flip, and before you can even attempt to lie to him, it spills out.

“i’m just worried i won’t be good enough for you.”

dalton’s gaze softens, and he moves back up. you think he’s going to kiss your lips again, but he moves up higher, pressing his lips to your forehead. then, the bridge of your nose, then, under your eye. you giggle at the feeling of his lips on your face, and feel him smile against you.

“there you are.” dalton pulls back to look at you. “you are more than good enough for me. you’re everything.”

you catch yourself nodding as you look into his eyes, almost hypnotized.

“this isn’t a competition, okay? i just wanna make you feel good.” dalton assures you. he redirects his attention back down, sliding the straps of your bra off your shoulders.

“let me?” he offers.

you know better than to stay silent, but what comes out of your mouth next surprises both of you.

“please.”

dalton’s pupils dilate. “oh, good girl-“

and he’s kissing you again, the intensity turned up somehow as he pulls off your bra.

before he does anything else, he pulls his own shirt off, flinging it like he did yours as he leans back into you, skin to skin.

“you’re warm.” you tell him, dalton laughing softly at your honesty.

“you are, too. and soft,” he trails his fingertips up and down your sides softly, his delicate touch making you shiver.

“you’re so responsive,” dalton tells you, “i love it. helps me figure out what feels good.”

“when i touch myself-“ you start, growing shy when you realize what you’re about to describe.

“go on,” dalton urges you, the sweetness and genuine curiosity in his gaze giving you the push you need.

“i start out by playing with my chest.”

dalton nods, sliding his hands up. he moves to cup your breasts in his hands, running his thumbs over your nipples. he groans softly as you buck into him, surprised at how quickly he’d found one of your sweet spots.

“like that?” dalton asks, already knowing his answer.

“yes.” you sigh, letting his hands work you over.

“never had a tongue on them, though. right?” dalton asks again. “bet that’d feel even better.”

“please, dalton-i wanna feel your mouth again.”

he tilts his head back slightly, adam’s apple on display before he moves back down. “you beg so nicely.”he tells you, not giving you any time to respond before he licks one of your nipples, leaning back and blowing cool air on it as he plays with the other one.

“oh-“ you moan out, dalton leaning back in to the other nipple and repeating his actions.

“look at you.” dalton marvels, sliding his hands back down again. “as fun as this is, i wanna taste you.”

the way he talks about it sends a pang between your legs, parting them further as dalton moves backwards. he reaches the hem of your shorts, grabbing the waistband and tugging as you lift your hips.

“you’re just as eager as me.” dalton jokes.

“maybe more.” you joke back. “only by a little, though.” you smile, dalton returning it before his gaze drops back down between your legs. he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down, you repeating your previous motion to fully reveal yourself to him.

“oh.” dalton marvels to himself. “baby, look at you.” before you can even think of shutting your legs, he seemingly reads your mind, grabbing one of your thighs and pressing down to keep you open for him.

“i’m gonna take my time with you.” dalton tells you, eyes flicking from yours back down to your pussy. with his free hand, he trails a finger up through your slit, slowly dragging your wetness upwards.

“dalton-“ you whine, desperate for more than what he’s giving you.

“i know, baby.” dalton attempts to soothe you. he presses an open mouthed kiss to your thigh, fingertip ghosting over your clit.

“i need you, please-“

he pulls away, cool air settling against the patch of your skin he’d been kissing moments earlier. you’re about to ask him what’s wrong when he finally has mercy on you, dragging his tongue through your folds, circling your clit with his tongue once he reaches it.

you moan embarrassingly loud, thankful that your neighbors work the night shift as he starts to work you over. he’s slow and meticulous, savoring you as you whine and gasp under his mouth. it’s almost too much, and you find yourself squirming underneath him.

he puts a stop to that quickly, wrapping his arms around your thighs and tugging you closer to his face.

“don’t run from me.” he warns you, the seriousness in his voice making you dizzy as he continues to eat you out.

“won’t—“ you moan, voice giving out to a whine as he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks. “i promise, just wanna be good—wanna be your good girl.”

he moans against you, the vibrations rolling through your body as you shudder.

“fuck—gonna be the death of me.” he mutters. before you can respond, he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks, whatever comment you were going to make giving way to a loud whine.

“oh my god, dalton!” you cry out, hands flying to his hair to grab onto something, anything to keep you in your body.

his jaw goes slack against you as you tug, pulling him as close as you can as he continues to lick you. your brain feels fuzzy, each stroke of dalton’s tongue feeling like a little jolt of electricity as you get closer.

“baby,” you gasp, “i’m so close, please-“

dalton speeds his motions up, looking into your eyes as he does. the coil in your stomach winds tighter and tighter, until dalton pulls away, lips making a lewd smacking sound against you.

“do it, angel,” he encourages you, “cum on my face.”

the sultriness of the words he chooses and the harshness he sucks your clit with push you over the edge, nearly screaming dalton’s name as you cum.

he detaches himself from you, shaking his hair out of his face and moving to get on top of you.

“feeling good?” dalton asks you, only able to give him a dazed nod as your chest heaves.

“catch your breath.” he tells you sweetly, kissing your temple as you finally come down.

“i’m good. i’m really, really good.” you tell him, finally able to speak again.

“good. i can, uh-“ dalton sputters, as if he didn’t just tell you to cum on his face moments prior, “i can tell. do you want some water, or-“

“i want you.” you tell him. “i’m ready, i want you.”

“you don’t have to, i’m fine just laying here-“

“dalton, please fuck me.” you plead, his eyes darkening as you do.

“well, i can’t tell you no, not when you beg like that.” dalton relents, kissing you chastely before he pulls back to dig through his drawer.

“there we go.” he pulls a condom out of the drawer, tearing the wrapper open. he discards it soon after, pulling down his boxers and letting his already hard length spring free.

“woah.” you marvel. “is that-“

“because of you? yeah. you try listening to your girlfriend’s pretty moans with her thighs around your head without getting hard.”

you grin up at him, watching him intently as he slides the condom on, pumping himself a few times before he moves to line himself up with you.

“hold onto me.” he tells you, you obliging as he slowly starts to push himself in.

“oh-“ you gasp, clutching at dalton’s shoulder blades as his tip starts to stretch you out.

dalton pants above you, tilting his head back as he pushes in further. “so fuckin’ tight, shit—you okay?”

“yeah,” you tell him, “yeah, just keep going slow for a bit.”

dalton nods, grabbing his headboard so hard his knuckles turn white as he pushes further.

“almost all the way in,” he tells you, “you’re taking me so good, pretty girl. you ready?”

you nod, looking into dalton’s eyes as he finally bottoms out, his blue eyes rolling back at the feeling.

“oh my god-“ dalton moans, “fuck.”

the dull ache of being stretched open for the first time subsides pretty quickly, because the pain isn’t as strong as the arousal you feel from watching dalton. he looks angelic above you, face glistening, hair still messed up from your hands.

“move, dalton, please-“

he finds his pace quickly, his eagerness making your head spin as he fucks you. it’s like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to feel you like this, wrapped around him, clinging to him like he’s your savior.

“sweetest pussy i’ve ever fucked, shit-“ dalton groans, his words making your stomach flip. “‘s all mine, right? you’re all mine?”

“yes!” you whimper, scratching down his back. “i’m yours, i’m yours-“

dalton tucks his face into your neck, sucking and biting the skin there, marking you from the inside out as his thrusts get sloppier.

“i’m so fuckin’ close, you gonna cum again? gonna cum around this dick like the good girl you are?”

before you can answer, dalton brings his thumb down to circle your clit harshly, a broken moan clawing it’s way out of you.

“do it baby, cum with me, i’ve got you, i’ve-“

your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, clenching around dalton as you scratch his back.

“good girl, good fucking girl, good—oh, fuck! “

dalton’s thrusts slow to a stop as he pumps the condom full, head hanging low, strands of his hair brushing against your forehead.

he leans down farther, kissing your forehead again as you both catch your breath.

“you’re so beautiful.” dalton marvels, moving the hand not supporting him to caress your face. “how are you feeling?”

“tired.” you tell him honestly.

“aw, i wear you out?” dalton teases you. “i’m gonna pull out, ok?”

he eases himself out of you, tying off the condom before tossing it into his trashcan.

“here,” he hands you the hoodie he’d been wearing and your panties, pulling his boxers and sweatpants back up as you get dressed. he climbs back over you, pulling you into his bare chest as he lays back down.

“i can hear your heart beating.” you tell him, slinging an arm around his waist as he tucks his chin on top of your head. he rubs your back, content to just lay with you.

“get some rest, pretty girl. i’m not done with you yet.”

#insidious the red door #dalton lambert #dalton lambert smut #dalton lambert x reader

[thedivinevera]

Devotion

Diluc x fem! reader

courting, reader likes diluc but like... Want to play with him a bit, simping diluc, a little ooc diluc,

TW : angry Donna and fangurls, a little nsfw, kissing, make out, sexual tention

I am practicing how to write so pardon me if it's so bad

Master diluc ragnviger is the most richest bachelor in Mondstadt and perhaps one of the most handsome. It's no surprise that he has a lot of woman developed a crush on him. But even how many beautiful woman will going to trow them self at him. The only woman that he can see is you. Y/n L/n

Reblogs are appreciated thank you

Diluc has his hand on your waist. His head is on your shoulders and you can feel his hot breath in your neck "I love you so much you know that right" yes you know that. Diluc has been courting you for years he likes you and you like him too but you refuse to say it. You want to play with him for a bit you want to see how far master diluc can go to gain your heart. And you should say it's far, when your perents agree about diluc courting you ha had done everything give you everything to flowers, jewelry, and a lot more. You say it he will going to get it. A lot of woman has look you in the street with pure jealousy and Donna the worker in floral shop has been planning your death in his mind. But you couldn't care less after all its not like you use some witchcraft or something to make master diluc fall for you. I think there actually the one who will going to use the witchcraft against you

It's a beautiful day Mondstadt you doing your errands whe you see the Calvary captain kaeya. You had a great conversation with him as a friend. "What's the beauty doing in here?" "ohh nothing just doing some errands" "how's you and diluc? Are you still playing with him?" he humms "yes" "you like him did you" "what a straightforward question kaeya. Heh yes I like him but I want play with him a bit I have a fair and share bad and good relationship experience so I want to know how devoted he can be" "well do your thing but.. Players can also be bored not only the game master you know".. After that I felt kinda guilty. After I finished my errands I see diluc with a bonquet of flower my favorite flower its seems he's waiting for me again. I approach him when he see me he will going to say a word but I stop him. I come close and I whisper in his ears "I will going to go in the dawn winery tonight I wish for you to wait me i will going to answer your question you always want to me to answer...." I never saw his face but I know his face is probably redder than his hair

It's already night and you're infront of the dawn winery you knock to the door and a maid open the door she guide you to diluc bedroom where diluc eagerly waiting for you. The maids are gone and the door is close the aura of the room is uncomfortable but not bad at all you approach diluc and look at him in the eyes you whisper a word not loud enough to hear in the room but load enough for diluc to hear it clearly "Yes diluc it's a yes" a yes the answer for diluc's question "can you be my official lover" a yes means an a agreement but in this situation it means I love you

Now back to the present diluc's hand in your waist, head in the shoulder and nose inhaling your scent, he knows this scent it's the expensive perfume he buys for his now lover its a perfume he gift in the 5th day of his courting. Yes he memorize how many days and what is the gift he give for that day for day one he give you a bouquet of rose, in day two it's a necklace, in day three it's a chocolate and the list has go on. He can not believe after a months of courting he already gain the product of his hardworking. You look so beautiful and your already his.

"I love you so much you know that right" "yes I know it" "can I do it please" "OK but wai-" diluc kisses you his lips are so soft and warm he stop and look at you in the yes his eyes is full of love, Lust and even devotion, he kisses me once again but this time his tongue insert in my mouth (our tongue is fighting for dominance his red orbs-/jk) I look into his eyes and enjoys this moment, he pull his lips and comeback to kiss my neck. His pulling the hem of my dress and push me in the bed he look at me with admiration. Look how the uncrownded King of Mondstadt is now wrapped around your finger

#diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc x you #Pls this is so cringe #Genshin impact x reader #Simp diluc #Self insert #genshin x reader #diluc x y/n #the priestress words

[nikkisheep]

Flowers and Ice Cream

Robin Buckley x plus!size female!reader

Warnings: fluff, robin gets nervous around the reader

Summary: You work across from Scoops Ahoy and you go in to get ice cream and meet a pretty sailor.

Request made by: @ttsbaby01

Tag list: @aurumbelis

Standing at the counter, waiting for the only person in the store to buy the set of flowers they have been looking at forever. You stare out the window, over at Scoops Ahoy, hoping to see the cute sailor serving ice cream. You roll your eyes at the thought, she doesn't like you.

You started working at Callie's Flowers last month and on your first day, you fell head over heels for the cute sailor at the ice cream shop. The only thing is, she doesn't like girls. That I know of.

"Taking my break," You holler out to Callie.

Walking across the floor, you walk to Scoops. You look around and settle in line. You roll your eyes at Steve's failed flirting.

"Ahoy lady, would you like to set sail on this flavorful ride with me? I'll be your captain, I'm Steve Harrington." Steve smiles.

"Does that normally work on the ladies?" You ask with a smile.

"Sometimes. But did it work on you?"

"Sorry Steve but I sail the other way." You laugh at his face.

"Is Robin here?" You smile. Butterflies filling your tummy.

"Yes she is," Steve says with a knowing smirk.

Robin comes out at the sound of her name. She smiles at the sight of you before her face turns red. She walks to the counter.

"Hey," She smiles. Blush creeps up onto my cheeks.

"Hi."

"Ok love birds," Steve groans before turning to leave.

"The usual?" She asked.

"You know me so well."

She gets your favorite and smiles as she gives it to you.

"On the house."

"Is that even allowed?" You giggle.

"Only when someone like you keep coming in."

Oh. She must have noticed the curves of your body in your uniform. You tried to love them but now that she noticed, you can't find it in yourself to love them.

"I meant, somone special to Scoops like a regular." Robin quickly said once she noticed the frown on your face.

"It's okay Robin. I get it."

"That's not what I meant."

"Whatever, I have to go." You rush back to the flowershop and throw the ice cream away.

Weeks later you are working another day in the boring flowershop when you glance over at Scoops. You see Robin laughing at something Steve said.

"She so does not like girls, dingus."

"She told me herself when I tried to flirt with her," Steve groaned. He was tired of the staring and flustered faces you would make at each other.

"Maybe she doesn't like you."

"She likes you Rob. She really does."

Robin rolled her eyes. Steve made a mental note as he left the store. He walked over to where you were working with a set of roses.

"Hey, can you tell Robin something for me?" He asks.

"Why can't you?"

"Because she won't believe me if I say it."

"Okay what is it?"

"Just tell her these words, "I like you" so she knows that I wanna be friends with you." Steve grins.

You give him a questioning look. You just shake your head and make your way over to Scoops. You felt nerves tingle in your stomach and chest. You really liked Robin but she doesn't like girls. It was clear she liked Steve. Of coures she did.

"H-hey." Robin stuttered, turning in your direction.

"H-hi."

"What can- I get y-you?' Robin mentally cursed herself for tripping over her words.

"I like you Robin."

"W-wha-"

"I know you don't like girls and I know you are with Steve but I thought I should tell you."

She starts laughing at you. You look down from embaressment. You just told a straight girl that you have been crushing on her since you met her and now she is laughing.

"It's okay I get it Buckley. You don't like me but don't laugh at me," You cry a bit.

She stopped laughing. You never called her by her last name. She loved how her name came from your lips.

"I'm not laughing at you."

"Yes you are."

"No I am laughing because you think I am with Steve. Ew no."

"So you don't like Steve?" You ask. Feeling bad for accussing her for being insensitive.

"No dingus. I like girls."

What?

"You like girls?"

"More importantly, I like this one girl and she is looking right at me." Robin smiles.

You smile back. You ask her if she wants to get lunch with you and she said yes.

"So, you really thought I was with Steve?" She lauhged.

"Yes I did. You seemed to really like him."

"That was because I was so nervous to even talk to you."

"Me?"

"Yes, I was so scared because I really like you."

You grab her sailor's tie and pull her into a kiss.

"I think I really like you too, sailor."

#robin buckley x female reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x plus size reader

[imaginesbymk]

Dating Heather Chandler Would Include...

REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS

if she’s popular, you’re popular

students would part like the red sea to let you and heather pass

you’re less intimidating

always sitting with her at the lunch table

she always talks about you to the heathers

heather gets suuuuuuper jealous and it’s easy for her if someone hits on you or is just friendly 

she’ll hold a grudge over that and would try to get even with them

heather is the little spoon lol

you two go on late night drives in your car

drive-in dates!!!!

a lot of steamy make out sessions

her parents “respect” you and that’s enough

always seen at parties

she teaches you how to play croquet!!!! and she’s very good at it, too

she’s vulnerable and she would open up to you because she trusts you

heather is actually a sweetheart to you when you two are alone

you’ve figured out to sneak into her bedroom window but you feel like simply entering through her front door is less stressful

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TAGLIST: @moonlit-imagines​

#heathers headcanon #heathers x reader #heathers movie #heathers 1988 #heather chandler headcanon #heather chandler x reader #heather chandler #headcanon #reader inse #heathers

[nebulous-library]

Xadian Nights - Prologue

Fandom: The Dragon Prince Pairing: Runaan x Reader Genre: All of them (smut to come later. pinkie swear.) Word count: 1431

[Prologue] - [Chapter 1] - [Chapter 2] - [Chapter 3]

Summary:  Your relationship with Runaan has come to the point where you can no longer stand the sneaking around and the secrecy. Neither of you wants this to be all it is for the rest of your life. After what had started as wistful daydreaming of what your lives might be like under other circumstances, you decide you're going to do it. You are going to flee to Xadia. With Runaan by your side, you venture off on a life-changing journey. 

A/N: Hello, friends, and welcome to the story I've been teasing for what feel like forever. I'm sorry it's taken this long but it ended up having more content to it than I thought it would. As such, I've elected to break this up into chapters, something I have not really done before. However, I hope you'll appreciate that that just means you get to enjoy the adventure that much longer!

As the bulk of the fic is about what happens in Xadia, this portion here is the tale of your journey. Please also bear in mind that this is a pre-series work. That's all I'm going to say there.

Big thank you again to my friend Mars for helping me with the beta reading and editing process. I know ya'll are fellow elf-fuckers out there and if you're looking for the best Lotor content out there, head on over to her blog @voltronshorts on Tumblr. 

Without further ado, welcome to the first installment of Xadian Nights.

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It was hard to believe that the moment was here at last. The moment you and Runaan had only fantasized about until around two moons ago. Of course there had been talk of you two running away together, of what your life might be like if you no longer had to meet in secret. What your life together could be if you left behind all you’d ever known and fled to Xadia with him. Nothing was stopping you, really. You were alone in your work at the palace. You were not particularly close to many of your colleagues, and your family may as well have been dead to you. So you’d made your plans to sneak out of the palace, and steal away into the forests to seek out your future together.

You had packed your things with haste on the eve on which you’d planned to make your escape, around one moon cycle later. Runaan had come to your window fully camouflaged, but as he excitedly took your hands in his and asked if you were ready, you had sworn you could see a twinkle in his eyes. A hopeful glimmer you’d so rarely seen before. It sent your heart soaring, and you nodded and grabbed your bag. You cast one final glance around the room you’d come to know as your home all these years, silently bidding it farewell and thanking it for all the memories. With that, your lover swept you into his arms, and bounded off to the forest. You thought perhaps he’d been showing off his athleticism and agility just a bit. You wrapped your arms securely around his neck, letting go of your nervousness and placing your full trust in him.

You hadn’t forgotten that feeling ever since. It was that which told you that you were going in the right direction. Not cardinally, no, but with your life. You felt so much more alive than you ever had before. You felt free, like there were big things on the horizon. Like you were becoming the person you were meant to be, the best possible version of yourself. Runaan guided you through the land, thoroughly scouted it all in the past. One of the perks of being with an assassin of the highest caliber, you supposed, was that he was a master of speed and stealth. He somehow managed to do so whilst being mindful of your own physical capabilities. More than once did he offer to carry you, an offer which you soon learned to accept rather than let your pride keep you on your feet and trekking at a slow pace.

The journey was still a long one, but it would have taken much longer if you hadn’t had him as your guide. And now here you stood awestruck at the base of the mountain ridge that divided the land, keeping the world of the elves and dragons separated from the humans. Atop one of the mountains in the distance, you could see the king of the dragons, the one you’d grown up hearing referred to as “Thunder”, who served as the guardian of the border. You gulped, worried that perhaps you’d come all this way for naught, that Thunder would send you away and not allow you passage into Xadia. But it was the only place you and Runaan could be together safely. You couldn’t go back to a life where he did not stand beside you through thick and thin.

You squeezed his hand as you looked into the distance, noticing that Thunder had taken flight in your general direction. His mighty roar boomed in the sky. Runaan could sense your nervousness and squeezed your hand in return.

“Don’t fret, my love. Surely he will see that your heart is as pure and as beautiful as the exterior,” he said with a reassuring smile, raising your hand to his lips. Still, you drew the hood of your cloak, hoping to draw attention away from your ears and lack of horns.

You followed the path, grasping firmly at his hand as though if you let go, he’d be taken from you forever. You continued upwards until you came to a passage. The border into Xadia, without a doubt. Thunder sat perched beside the large stone archway, peering at you intently as if to cast judgement upon you. He did not speak in a way you were used to. It was as though his words, his thoughts resonated in your mind. You sensed no hostility in him, but there was an air of caution.

“Your Majesty,” Runaan greeted him, prostrating himself before Thunder. You followed his lead, getting down on one knee and bowing your head in reverence to the mighty king of the dragons.

You’ve returned. Welcome home, young one, you heard Thunder say to Runaan. It seems you’ve brought a guest.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

You are aware that it is uncommon for a human to seek entrance to Xadia.

Well, the hood was a bust. You drew it back from your head, letting your hair fall as you looked up at Thunder.

“She is more than just any mere human, Your Majesty,” Runaan said, taking your hand in both of his. “My King, we seek entrance not as an elf and a human, but as lovers fleeing persecution, wishing nothing more than to live our lives together where it is safe. Xadia has always been my home, but we wish to make it our home.”

I see. And what have you to say on this? Thunder asked, directing his piercing gaze at you with an intense curiosity.

You shook as you opened your mouth to speak. “H-he speaks the truth, Your Highness. I--” you choked, fighting the emotions that were trying to get the best of you-- “I cannot bear to be apart from him any longer. I know my home is wherever he is.” Your fingers trembled ever so slightly as you spoke, and Runaan gave your hand an affirming squeeze. Just speak from the heart, you told yourself, taking a deep breath and continuing. “I know there is a great deal of tension between humanity and the inhabitants of your land, Your Majesty. But I’ve also heard tales of other humans who have come here, seeking a new life away from that with which they were raised. Please, Your Majesty, see me as I am: merely a woman in love, seeking refuge in your peaceful land. I beg of you, allow us to take residence here.” You were sure that despite your efforts to stay collected, your voice still trembled, only made worse by the tears welling in your eyes and the lump that had formed in your throat.

You could not be certain, but you swore you could feel the King smiling graciously upon you.

Rise, my children, he beckoned you. Runaan stood first, pulling you to your feet and wrapping his arm around you. What you have said here today is true, and you have proven your intentions.

You let out a shaky breath, clutching at Runaan’s hand that rested on your shoulder. You couldn’t keep the tears from spilling over this time.

Thunder spoke your name, and you looked into his eyes. My child, this land will be your home from here on, and no harm will come to you. Go, and be together. What you have is a precious thing, as powerful as any magic. Take care of it, tend to it, kindle it, and it will burn brighter than any star.

“Thank you, My King,” you said, bowing your head to him yet again.

“Yes, thank you,” Runaan said, his posture mimicking your own.

Thunder nodded to you and gestured to the archway. Go now. Your home awaits you on the other side.

And with that, he took to the sky yet again, returning to his post.

You couldn’t believe it. You and Runaan turned to each other, the same look in each other’s eyes. Every worry and doubt you’d had seemed to lift from your shoulders, and you threw yourself into his arms. You were hysterical with joy, laughing and sobbing and pecking kisses over every inch of Runaan’s face. You only stopped when he caught you in a long, passionate kiss, holding you there as you communicated with your lips what you could not through words.

When you parted, you saw that glimmer in his eyes yet again.

“You heard His Majesty. Shall we?” he asked, extending his hand to you, beaming with excitement.

You intertwined your fingers and grinned.

“Let’s go.”

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[outworldgay]

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#things are pretty stale here do i link my ao3 account that i purposely have under a different name #bc the only thing i have there atm is self indulgent reader inse shit #jk im gonna work on those prompts that have beem gathering dust in my drafts #........... unless 😳

[powerstrangerdacre]

Try not to cry challenge

Summary: “Today, we’re going to do this little tradition of ours called the try not to cry challenge.”

“Oh boy...”

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warning: insinuated dirty stuff (nothing happens, don’t worry your precious, innocent heads)

Wordcount: 2400+

AN: ‘Ello! Sorry I’ve been gone for the last few days! I was celebrating my brithday and well... stuff got a bit out of hand... haha. Have this little fluffy ficlet about our precious Tommy boy as an apology. I’ve got a few more that I’ve been working on and they’ll be out soon. Hope you guys like this!

PS. Please tell me what I can do to improve my writing skills! Thank you!

The slate snapped shut with a loud whack, just as Tom straightened up and stared into the camera. The lights were blinding and his glasses didn’t help deflect the harsh light, rather amplifying and mirroring it. He smiled despite himself – his rehearsed yet kind smile.

He somewhat resented Y/N forcing him into this even while on break, but what could he do? He couldn’t possibly say no to her when she batted those lashes in his direction and uttered “Pretty please?”. The fact that she was such a huge fan of FBE and their React videos didn’t exactly help his case.

“Hi Tom, we are so excited to have you here today,” Benny said.

“It’s great to be here,” Tom smiled to the camera, waiting for any kind of instruction.

Benny looked at him with an almost wicked smile, as though he knew something Tom didn’t. “With the new Loki series coming soon, we are going to do a challenge,” he said.

Tom furrowed his eyebrows quizzically. “What type of challenge?” he asked. He was sure he was going to just be in a react video, he hadn’t heard anything about any kind of challenge.

“This is a favorite of ours. We prepared a series of videos,” Benny walked closer to Tom, who could finally see that he was carrying a box of tissues in his hands, “and the challenge is to try not to cry,” Benny said.

“Oh boy…” Tom shook his head, chuckling lightly. Leave it to Y/N to get him into something like this.

“After each video, whether or not it made you cry, we’ll ask you to rate the video on a scale of one to five based on how emotional you thought it was.” Tom looked at Benny with a look that screamed “Are you serious?”, but Benny only walked closer. “And one more thing, we have something for you, just in case.” By now Benny’s smile was more than evil-looking to Tom. It was diabolical, like he had planned this whole thing in advance, like he knew he would never get this chance again.

“Allright… you guys… Here we go, first time I cry on video without a cue.” Tom shook his head and as soon as Benny moved back to his spot, the first video started playing on the laptop in front of him.

The screen came alive to three kids and two cheerleaders. The stadium was packed. Everyone cheering loudly as a voice came through the intercom. “Everyone turn your attention please to the video board for this special message.” The camera panned to the video board, a video of a soldier lit up the screen. Tom realized this man was probably the kids’ father, and he knew exactly where the video was going. He could already feel his heart warming as the video ended and the camera panned back to the kids. They were all crying quietly, hands raised to their mouths. That soon changed though, as they were happily laughing and hugging their father, who had come home from war.

The screen once again went blank, and everyone was expecting to hear Tom’s reaction.

“So, what did you think of that?” Benny asked.

Tom gathered his thoughts quickly, having been so immersed in the video that he had forgotten to comment anything. “You know, this sort of stuff makes you think about what some families have to go through to see each-other. I… I wasn’t very close to my father before, but that’s now thankfully changed…” Tom took a pause, thinking about how Y/N had forced him to reignite his relationship with his father. How sad he had been when he had found out that hers had died because of war. “Something like this… really makes you think. It really makes me grateful for what I have. Because I know some people don’t get that. And that I should be grateful.” Tom looked back to the screen, expecting the next video to come on.

“What… What would you rate the video?” Benny asked, somewhat startled by how much Tom had to say about such a short video.

Tom looked back up and into the camera, “Oh, that’s a five for me.”

The screen lit up once again, a bright flash of light startling Tom. He blinked his eyes rapidly, only to focus once again on the beginning scene of Up. His hands started trembling as he remembered the first time he had watched that movie. It was no Shakespeare, but it was a very heart-warming and at the same time heart-wrenching film. The story of Ellie and Carl was one that was very close to his heart.

The screen turned black and he turned to the camera. “You might not believe this, but this is one of my favorite movies,” Tom said.

“Really, why?” Benny asked.

Tom took a deep breath, “Well, for one, the story is incredibly captivating and so heartwarming. The visuals are incredible and so colorful, and I really appreciate that in a movie.” Tom sighed before he continued on with his rant, “Also it has one of the most important lessons I’ve ever learnt. That is: never put off till tomorrow what you can do today. Live life to the fullest. Don’t worry… it’s such a great lesson to learn.”

“Where does that rank?” Benny asked.

“On an emotional scale, that’s a five,” Tom answered.

Benny shook his head, he had a feeling that he would never be able to break what seemed to be Tom’s mask. Even though he knew Tom spoke from the heart, he had yet to shed a tear. But he still ranked all the videos a five. “All right… This is the last video we have. It was sent in by one of our fans,” Benny said, smirking.

‘All right…’ Tom thought to himself as he turned back to the screen as it turned white. He could see a wedding dress and a field. He could see two people holding hands, walking carelessly through the green grass. He could suddenly feel his breath getting caught in his throat. He knew that field. He knew those hands.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he heard his own voice coming through the headphones. His heart beating in his chest. “You are my life, my love, my everything, but above all, you are my best friend. You know me better than anyone in this world and somehow, you still manage to love me.”

The scene changed to that of their vows. Their families around them. Their friends. He could see the smile on her face, and the tears in his eyes. He was always the more emotional of the two. “Today, I join my life to yours.” Tom took a deep breath. “I promise to encourage and inspire you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle.” He could feel the tears stinging at his eyes as he continued to watch and listen. “I promise to love you in good times and in bad, when life seems easy and when it seems hard, when our love is simple and when it is an effort.” The music stopped, the video concentrating on only his voice as the screen slowly turned white.

“I promise you all of me, just as you have promised me all of you. One half of me is yours, the other half is yours. Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours. And so, all yours.”

The screen turned black just as Tom prepared himself for her vows. He thanked the lords they had left that part out, because that would’ve had him bawling his eyes out, without regret or shame.

Tom turned back to the camera, biting on his lower lip while grabbing for a tissue. He sent Benny a death-glare jokingly as he shook his head. “I think I know which fan sent you that video,” he said.

Benny put both his arms up in mock defense, as if he had no input in this. “So… do you know what video you just watched?” he asked.

Tom rolled his eyes as he dried his wet cheeks. “That was my wedding video, you wanker. How the hell wouldn’t I know it?”

Benny laughed, even when mildly annoyed, Tom still managed to be charming. “Well, what did you think of it?” he asked.

“I think…” Tom started, before he stopped himself to think, “This video was supposed to be private… but a little snippet won’t hurt anyone. Honestly, that day was the best day of my life. The start of my life together with one of the most wonderful and talented people on this planet.”

The people around Tom awed, touched by Y/N and his relationship. “Talented indeed. We all know that you are Hollywood’s most loved couple, but apparently Y/N is about to grace the screen as Loki’s love interest, Sersi. Did you have any say in her getting that role?” Benny asked.

Tom laughed aloud, as if the notion was simply ridiculous. “No, I didn’t have any say in that. Though I do like to think that it was our chemistry that helped her get the role, it was all her. Talent, impeccable acting, wild personality. Put those three together and you’ve got my Y/N.”

Benny nodded, trying to get on with the video which had slowly turned quite lengthy. “So, what did you think of the video?” he asked.

Tom bit his lip, smiling bashfully. “That was a 10. Honestly, any other touching clip would’ve been a five, because, as an actor, I can tap and understand the feelings of what those people are going through. Sometimes, I’ve been through those things. Other times, I’ve acted them out. But, to have something like that shown to me… I cry every time.”

“Well, thank you for joining us today, Tom. I hope you enjoyed this as much as we did. Anything else you would want to tell our viewers?”

“Thank you so much for having me. I love you all and I wouldn’t be where I am without your support. Please show the love and support you’ve given me to the new Loki series, starting on….”

Tom finished filming, shook everyone’s hand and was one his way home to one certain minx.

The loud music startled him as soon as he opened the door to their apartment. It was nothing new, really, Y/N loved to blast music whenever she was cooking.

“Darling?” he called out as he pulled off his shoes. He got no response, so he made his way into the kitchen.

The sight of her never ceased to amaze him – dancing in one of his older dress shirts as she used a wooden spoon as a makeshift mic, belting the lyrics out to whatever song she was listening to. Her hands moved up into the air as she danced, the white shirt slipping up her hips and allowing Tom the wonderful sight of her behind in one of those lace undies that drove him wild.

He moved behind her, hands on her hips as she slowed down into a little sway. Her hands moved to his as they snaked around her waist and he hummed lightly to the melody, directly in her ear.

“You’re home,” she said, spinning around to face him. She played with the top buttons of his top, smiling softly up at him.

“I am,” he answered, leaning in to press a soft, chaste kiss on top of her lips. She looked up into his eyes as he pulled back, and couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her throat as she noticed his red eyes.

“How was it?” She turned back to the stove, where she was preparing their favorite meal. She stirred into the pot, as if it was the most normal thing ever, but she knew what was to come.

“Oh… it was nice. They were very welcoming and professional,” Tom answered simply. “I had to partake in this try not to cry challenge.” His hands moved back to her middle, fingers pressing lightly into her soft skin as he moved her shirt up.

Y/N bit on her lower lip, there it was. It was coming. “How was that?” she asked.

Tom chuckled darkly in her ear. “Oh, it was fine. I was doing fine. Up to the point where they showed me this video one of their very loyal fans had sent in. I was bawling my eyes out,” he said.

“Is that so?” She continued to stir into the pot, though Tom actually had all of her attention.

“Mhm.” He pulled her hands away, pressing a kiss onto her left ring finger. “Any idea who could’ve sent in our wedding video?” he asked, moving her hair to the side as his lips attached themselves to the nape of her neck. He left a trail of wet kisses up to her ear, his breath tickling her skin.

She gasped as his teeth attached themselves to the love of her ear, her breath coming out ragged and sharp. “I haven’t got the slightest clue,” she said, her voice soft and almost moan-like.

“That so?” he purred into her ear. “You think it’s funny? Getting me to cry on camera?”

Her chest suddenly felt tight, she knew he knew from the beginning, but to hear the words coming out of his mouth still had an effect on her. “Maybe a little.”

“Wrong answer, love. I’ll have to punish you.” He threw her over his shoulder, turning the stove off before he made his way to their bedroom.

He threw her onto the bed and she bounced slightly as she landed with a thud. He went to undo the buttons of his shirt, when suddenly his lips pulled into a mischievous smirk. He knew this was what she was expecting. His hands stopped and he made his way over to her. Climbing on top of her, he looked directly into her eyes, trying his best to look ravenous. “Little Miss Hiddleston thinks she’s so smart. She thinks she’s so funny,” Tom said, as both his hands attached themselves to her sides.

“Well, what are you going to do about that, Mr. Hiddleston?” she asked, batting her lashes in his direction.

He almost gave his idea up, but he wasn’t going to just let her off the hook that easily. “Something you won’t expect.” His fingers suddenly jolted and Y/N’s eyes widened.

Laughter could be heard from all the way down the street as Tom and Y/N fought their very own little tickle war.

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[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 16 - To Eternity (Lucifer's Ending)

Giving into her destiny, Y/N chooses to stay with her soulmate. One thing leads to another, and she learns exactly how the devil loves and what the rest of eternity with Lucifer holds.

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TW: this chapter contains smut

“It’s my choice, and I choose… Lucifer.”

Lucifer looks surprised for a moment but his demeanor quickly changes as his mouth twists into a cocky grin, his wings standing tall, all of his doubt washes away.

Dean and Sam stand in silence, staring at me with wide pleading eyes, looking as if their hearts have been ripped out of their chest and stomped on. 

Sam’s brows furrow and lips press into a thin line. He stares into the distance, eyes flicking back and forth as he replays the words over and over in his head.

Dean on the other hand stands still as a statue. The only movement is that of his jaw grinding and his fist tightening and loosening repeatedly, itching to punch something, or rather, someone. No matter how much he tries to remain stoic, seemingly unbothered, I can read him from a mile away and all that I see is grief and betrayal. 

Castiel stares down at his feet, shoulders slumped, looking disappointed, but not entirely surprised.

A pain radiates off of them in waves that set the room in an abysmal darkness.

I would give anything for the world to swallow me whole right now, put all this miserable business to rest. No matter how hard I try to do the right thing, I always manage to hurt someone I care about in the process. 

Maybe that’s just who I am, the girl that destroys everything she touches. Perhaps, Lucifer and I aren’t so different after all.

“Y/N, no,” Sam says in a stern voice, shaking his head in denial.

I avert his gaze, a burning feeling of guilt growing rapidly in my gut. I can feel his disappointing stare burning a hole through my head.

“This isn’t right,” Dean says, grabbing my arm in a desperate attempt to get to me. “Please just come home with me, it’s not too late to change your mind.” His eyes fill with tears ready to spill any moment. “Please,” he pleads, his breaths coming in heavy and uneven.

“I’m sorry Dean.” I place a soft kiss on his cheek, it tastes salty and metallic from the tears and blood that muddle together on his face. I take his hand in mine and give it a gentle squeeze, longing to feel his touch one final time.

He closes his eyes, tears breaking free and streaming down his cheeks.

I can’t help the tears that begin to prick my eyes as well. I knew this moment was coming, but I didn’t know it would be so hard.

“I’m so incredibly thankful for our time together,” I say to him. “And everything you all have done for me.” I turn to look at Sam and Cas. 

They stare back at me somberly, Sam giving a curt nod, but quickly looking away in an attempt to keep his composure.

“Dean, I love you and I always will, but you have to let me go,” I say with a heavy heart, tenderly pulling my hand away.

He can’t find the words to say it, but with the look he gives me, I can see that he loves me too.

 I’m not sure if that makes me feel better or worse. Perhaps a bit of both.

I make my way back to Lucifer, looking up at his stunning crimson eyes.

He tilts his head and stares back at me with a look of pure adoration and love that I can feel deep inside me.

“Every moment of my life has led to you, and I'm done fighting it,” I admit. “I’m yours,” I whisper, placing my hand on his chest.

“I knew you’d  make the right choice, my beloved,” Lucifer coo’s. He wraps his silky wings around me and pulls me into a loving kiss, pulling away after a few seconds to give the others a look that says, ‘I win’.

“Sorry boys, the angels made her choice.” He gives them a cocky grin and snaps his fingers. 

The three of them are gone in the blink of an eye, leaving just Lucifer and I in the place we call home. The room is trashed from the fight. Shards of broken glass litter the floor, busted furniture strewn around the room, and splatters of blood painting the walls, a grizzly reminder of what had happened here tonight, a memory that will be burned into my mind for the rest of my eternal life.

“What did you do to them?” I snap at him in anger, tired of him hurting my boys.

“Relax, they’re fine,” he insists in a snarky tone. “They’re still in rural Ohio. We’re the ones who’ve moved.”

I make my way to the hole in the wall that once held our front door, it now sits splintered in pieces on the floor. 

Lucifer follows close behind. 

Stepping outside, I find myself on an empty beach, seemingly untouched by mankind, its natural beauty perfectly preserved. The golden sand sinks beneath my shoes, seashells and tumbled rocks sprinkled all around. The water is a stunning aqua blue with gentle waves of white foam lapping over the calm waters. The sun sets above it all, the reflection of the pinky orange skies painted over the water on the ocean, taking my breath away. This place brings me a sense of peace that makes me want to melt into it all, becoming one with the land.

“What is this place?” I ask, closing my eyes and breathing in the crisp salty air, listening to the waves crash and sea birds sing.

“Somewhere along the coast of South Africa,” he replies, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He asks, looking at me, seemingly not talking about the view at all.

“It’s perfect,” I whisper, meeting his gaze with an adoring smile.

“I’m glad you like it, but it’s only temporary,” he replies, fixing his gaze on the setting sun upon the horizon. “I’ve got bigger plans for us.”

“Bigger plans?” I question, taking his hand in mine.

“Of course,” he says as if it’s obvious. “We have an eternity together, the world is our oyster,” he smiles.

“Right,” I nod my head, warming up to the idea of spending the rest of my life with Lucifer, my angel. “Where do we start?” I look at him quizzingly.

“How about here?” he says, pulling me close and crashing our lips together. It’s soft and tender. The electric feeling of our graces blend together, becoming as calm as the ocean waves.

He catches me off guard by sweeping me off my feet and carrying me bridal style. I don’t protest. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder, allowing him to carry me back to our bedroom with ease.

He throws me on the bed and passionately captures me in a kiss. His lips move hungrily against mine, our teeth, tongues, and lips hastily crashing against one another, but we’re too infatuated to care. His cold hand snakes up my body, leaving chills and goosebumps in their wake. It slides under the thin fabric of my shirt until he reaches my breast and tentatively palms me through my bra. 

My breath hitches at the feeling of his large hands kneading at my sensitive flesh.

 He presses his body firmly against mine, his aching erection in his jeans rubs against my inner thigh, so close to where I need him, yet, so far. His touch becomes more frenzied, trailing to other parts of my body with fervor. Frustrated with the multiple layers of clothes that separate us, he lets out a low growl and snaps his fingers, leaving us both completely naked and pressing against one another. The contrast of his cool skin against mine sends pleasant chills down my spine.

Despite his scruffy looks on the outside, he’s surprisingly muscular under all that clothes. The pale skin of his body perfectly compliments the gold and white tones of his feathers, making him look more ethereal than ever. 

 It’s my understanding that this isn’t his true form. That he’s simply occupying a human vessel. But there’s no doubt that the vessel he chose is certainly well endowed, to the extent it’s rather intimidating.

“L-lucifer!” I yelp, suddenly feeling all too exposed.

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he gives me a wicked smile and licks a long stripe up my neck with his forked tongue. 

I lean my head back into the pillow, my body aching with need and my worries fading to black. 

He finds a certain spot on the base of my neck that makes me whine from the sensitivity. He smirks. This is exactly what he was looking for. He bites down hard, his pointy teeth breaking my soft skin with ease.

“Fuck,” I hiss, trying to wiggle away from the sensation. My brain has gone offline, unsure whether it hurts too much or if it feels so good I crave more. Ultimately, I give into the latter, craning my neck to the side to give him better access.

He happily obliges, lightly kissing my neck around the bite where drops of crimson roll down to my collarbone. He peeks his forked tongue out of his teeth, then licks all of the blood that dribbles freely, cleaning my skin until all that is left behind is a pinky sheen from his saliva mixed with the remnants of my blood.

Part of me hopes that it will scar.

He lifts his head and captures my lips in a fiery kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth. His cool tongue swirls around mine forcefully, pinning it down and proving who exactly is in charge here.

I moan as the rich metallic taste of blood dances across my tastebuds, a rush of exhilaration coursing through my veins. 

Once Lucifer is satisfied, he pulls back, his eyes falling to my puffy pink lips, still wet from the saliva of our tongues clashing together. He quickly makes his way down to my breasts, pulling at my nipples until they’re perky, leaving sloppy kisses and light bites on each one of them. He continues to work his way down until he reaches my thighs, masterfully kneading my flesh in his hands.

“Say the words and I’ll stop,” Lucifer says in full seriousness. “Or, submit to me and I’ll show you what it’s like to be taken by the most powerful archangel.” A smile tugs at his lips as he gazes at me with dark lustful eyes.

I return his gaze and give him a nod. “Please,” is all I can manage to say, my mind clouded with lust.

He wastes no time and wraps his forearms against my thighs, pulling me closer so that I may not wiggle away.

 I’m left totally and completely at his mercy.

He wets his lips with his long forked tongue, making me wetter at just the sight and dives in. 

I whine as his tongue slowly and lightly drags from just above my clit, all the way down to my aching hole, teasing my body ever so slightly. My hips involuntarily arch off the bed, desperate to feel more.

He doesn’t take kindly to my squirming and slams my hips down onto the mattress, pinning me in place with one of his strong forearms, the other wrapping around my neck and squeezing slightly. He’s very careful not to hurt me. If he wished too, he could snap my neck like a twig, right here, right now. Instead, he squeezes just light enough to restrict my oxygen and make my head go fuzzy, but still allow me to breathe.

His tongue runs circles over my clit, sending wave after wave of arousal to my core. I can practically feel myself dripping onto the satin sheets of our bed. Each split end of his tongue explores both sides of me at once, driving me crazy in ways I can’t explain, and he’s clearly enjoying the power he has over me, how he can make me into a mess with such ease.

“Luce, Luuuuuce,” I whine desperately, barely able to recognise my own voice. I squeeze down around nothing, my body craving to be filled by Lucifer in any way possible. I just need something.

Of course he picks up on this, exploiting our connection, and knows just what to do. His cold tingly grace creeps up sound my thighs and probes at my entrance.

My eyes snap open and meet his, glowing with passion.

He smirks and his grace slowly pushes into me inch by inch until I'm completely filled to the brim, rubbing against all the sensitive spots that make my mind go blank.

“Oh, fuck!” I yell, clamping down around the feeling, every nerve in my body tingling with pure pleasure and anticipation.

‘Shhh,” he coo’s, watching me intently like I'm some wounded animal in a nature documentary, and he’s the prey playing with his food before he strikes. He pulls his grace out slightly before thrusting back in, earning a deep moan from me. Experimentally, his graces pulses and thrusts in an unpredictable rhythm, leaving me completely unprepared for whatever pleasure he wishes to give me. His tongue returns to my clit, passionately swirling around sending shiver after shiver of arousal through my core.

“Luce, please! I’m gonna!” I moan, my body writhing beneath his tongue and grace. I teeter on the edge of orgasm as he takes my clit fully into his mouth and lightly sucks. “YES!” I scream, ready to let go at any second.

He pulls away with a devious smile before I’m able to fall over the edge.

“NO!” I plead with wide eyes, my body shaking in frustration as the most promising orgasm of my life was ripped away. 

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,” he clicks his tongue in a mocking tone. “You’ve been a bad girl today, don’t you think? Running back to the Winchesters, putting yourself in danger,” he says in a voice that parodies concern.

“I’m- I’m sorry Luce, please!” I beg for his forgiveness, giving him the best puppy dog eyes I could muster.

“Hmm…” he says, putting his finger up to his lip and looking at the ceiling, pretending to be lost in thought. “How about this, you be a good girl for me, you don’t cum without my permission, and i’ll think about letting you cum when i’m satisfied with you.”

Before I'm able to form words, he flips me over so that I'm on my knees and forearms, face pressed against the pillow, and my body on full display for him. His rough fingers trails between my wings, down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake until he reaches my butt. 

I hum in appreciation, trying to show my agreement with the plan.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Lucifer taunts. He lands a hard smack on my ass, surely leaving a red handprint in its place.

“Yes Luce!” I squeak, trying to keep my body still for him.

“Good girl,” he praises, striking another smack on my other cheek.

I whimper in response, my eyes glazing over with tears of pain and pleasure.

He makes his way down to my pussy, spreading it open to really admire it. “Of all my fathers creations, you, my dear, are by far the most beautiful.”

My heart swoons at his words.

Once he’s had his share, he runs his fingers over my pussy, gathering up my slick. “All of this because of me, love?” he teases. “You really are a dirty girl.” He plunges two fingers deep inside me, twisting and thrusting perfectly.

A series of moans fall from my mouth that I barely even register. It’s like my mind has gone blank and my body is completely fuzzy in the most pleasant way. Nothing else matters right now. Just Lucifer. Just me. I’m easily able to hold myself from falling off the edge until he reaches a certain spot.

“Ah!” I cry out as his fingers brush against my G-spot ever so slightly. My hips buck against his fingers, my back arching, and my wings stretching out to their full extent. I don’t have to see him to know he has that signature smirk as he watches me moan and writhe from just his fingers.

He finds that angle again and rubs over the spongy spot repeatedly, each time applying more pressure.

I grip the sheets in my hands, my knuckles completely white from gripping it so hard. I clench my muscles and close my eyes, focusing with all of my strength not to come right then and there. “Fuck! I’m gonna!” I warn, trying desperately to fight back the feeling.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum without my permission,” he hisses, grabbing a fistfull of my hair and yanking my head back, his fingers picking up their pace.

Not wanting to feel the wrath of Satan from breaking his rules, I hold back, my whole body shaking with anticipation and overwhelming pleasure. 

After what feels like an eternity, he finally removes his fingers, leaving my walls clutching around nothing.

I whine, both frustrated that I didn’t get to cum and happy that I didn’t cum without his permission,

“Good girl,” he praises, running his fingers through my silky wings in a pleasurable way. “I think you’ve earned your reward.” 

Without even a warning, he flips me onto my back and slams into me, burying his cock all the way to the hilt.

“Oh God! Feels so good!” I cry out, savoring the pain and pleasure that his thick cock provides me..

“My father has nothing to do with this,” he growls, pulling out almost all the way. “This. is. all. me,” he says, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. “You will be praying to me from now on, do you understand?” His eyes glow red with passion and a drive for power.

“Yes, Lucifer! Anything for you,” I scream, thrusting my hips up to meet his with each stroke.

“You’re mine. All mine. A divine gift from Heaven just for me. My soulmate.” he growls, his pace picking up. 

I can feel my orgasm building as each stroke is angled just perfectly to rub against that amazing spot. My grace burns hotter and hotter by the second, reaching out to his cold one, desperate to feel them dance together once again.

He plays my body like a fine tuned instrument, and he’s putting on a symphony. 

“Yell my name, tell the world who you belong to, Y/N,” he demands with a particularly harsh stroke that sends shocks of electricity up my spine.

“LUCIFER! I BELONG TO YOU LUCIFER! NO ONE ELSE!” I scream, my throat dry from all the yelling and panting.

“Good girl,” he praises, bringing me into a passionate kiss. His grace tangles with mine, the perfect contrast in feeling bringing me to the edge, taking everything in me not to give myself over to the promising orgasm that calls my name. 

He’s close too, I can sense it.

“Cum for me beloved,” he says in a soft voice. He stares intently in my eyes, gripping my wings and twisting the feathers in the way he knows will drive me crazy.

The dam finally breaks and my orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave that pulls me under the water, drowning me in pleasure. My grace explodes outward as he does the same. The lights flicker and the room shakes, both of our eyes glowing a dazzling red. Our grace’s coil together, the electric feeling buzzing from our head to toes. This time when it settles, it doesn’t feel like two separate entities. Instead, it’s like two ends of a wire touching to complete a circuit. it finally feels whole.

Collapsing on top of me, he rolls us to our side and pulls me against his chest, gently running his fingers through my wings. He cuddles me close, holding my head to his chest as we bathe in the afterglow. I listen to his heart beating, enjoying the hum of our graces in harmony, and match my breath to his steady breathing. Everything just feels so right. 

How could I ever deny him again? He completes me. We complete each other.

“Y/N?” he asks, pulling me out of my peaceful daze.

“Hm?”

“Don’t ever leave me again,” he says in a calm but possessive voice. “Promise me that, beloved.” He wraps his wings around us like a protective cocoon, his soft feathers pleasantly grazing my bare skin.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I nuzzle my face into his chest, finding comfort in the warmth of his glowing skin. “I promise,” I assure him, closing my eyes in relaxation.

“Good,” he sighs, allowing himself to relax again.

“...I see through it all, you know,” I say, catching him slightly off guard in the sudden change of subject. “You pretend to be this evil wrathful archangel, but you’re not.”

He quietly scoffs at the notion.

“You’re just hurting. Everyone you've ever cared about has left you. Your father. Your brothers. But not me. Even the Devil deserves love. You deserve to be loved, Luce, and I'm going to be the first to show you that.”

He looks at me surprised, never having heard such kind words before. “I love you Y/N,” he says, pulling me closer.

“I love you too Luce.”

For a moment we both sit in comfortable silence. 

He stares at the ceiling, like he’s mustering up the courage to say something that’s heavy on his mind. He breaks the silence with a sigh. “I was going to give you more time to adjust, but I just can’t wait anymore.” His eyes meet mine, lighting up with anticipation. “Tomorrow we return to Hell where you will rule by my side.”

“I’m sorry, WHAT?” I snap, sitting up and looking at him with wide eyes, mouth falling agape.

“Well, I’m the King of Hell -new and improved- and naturally, that makes you my Queen,” he says in a tone way too nonchalant for the news he just dropped on me. He smiles, finding my reaction rather amusing.

I think for a moment, sitting in shock. The Queen of Hell? I’m just a girl. I don’t know the first thing about royalty, let alone ruling the forces of Hell. A thousand thoughts run across my mind at once. I ponder the idea for a moment before giving in.

“I accept.”

“Really?” He asks, clearly not expecting that answer.

“Under one condition.”

“Go on…” He says, eagerly waiting to see where I'm taking this.

“You have to stop hurting my people on earth, including the Winchesters. These are my people and I’m going to protect them for as long as I'm kicking.” I lift my head up with determination, ready to fight tooth and nail for my cause.

“A diplomat already? you’ll make a great leader,” he says with a cocky smile. He thinks for a moment and nods. “I accept.”

And with that it’s decided, for better or worse, tomorrow I become royalty.

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“So this is Hell?” I ask skeptically, my eyes wandering as we make our way down the winding hall toward a set of large golden doors.

“Part of it, yes.” He walks with one hand in his pocket, the other around my arm.

“It’s not exactly what I was expecting.”

Lucifer glances at me with a cocked eyebrow. “And what exactly were you expecting?”

“I mean, where's all the fire and demons with pitchforks? Shouldn’t there be a lot more screaming?”

Lucifer laughs. “Bit outdated, don't you think?” He chuckles. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the theatrics of traditional torture, but there’s other ways to torment people. We like to keep it creative.” He flashes me crazy eyes for a moment before returning his gaze to the doors we’re rapidly approaching.

“Right…” I chuckle awkwardly, still a bit freaked out about being in Hell of all places. Compared to the demons and sinners that reside here, a goody two-shoes like me sticks out like a sore thumb. I can’t help but feel like an imposter.

“Here we are,” Lucifer says, stopping at the heavy golden doors. Two demons dressed in high end suits stand tall at the doors, holding it open for the both of us and averting their eyes out of respect, or maybe fear.

“Wow,” is all I can say as I enter the room. 

The walls go as far up as the eye can see, each section illuminated by stained glass windows with the depiction of Hell's greatest hits - many of which starring Lucifer himself, no doubt to please his ego. 

Red light pours through the windows, bathing the room below in a colorful wash of crimson. The walls and floor are made of black obsidian blocks, streaks of red marble decorating them like a battle of bloodshed had just occurred. 

Half a dozen demons stand post on either side of the room, so still that they could be mistaken for statues. 

And in the middle of it all is an intimidatingly large throne made of pure gold, sculpted to resemble an army of snakes standing high above the room.

“This is incredible, Luce,” I say, turning on my heels to look around in wonder.

“Oh, my love, this is just the beginning, I have so much to show you.”

My eyes light up. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

“Buuut, we can start with this,” he motions to a section of the throne room that stands out from the rest.

Along the interior walls is an open room designed specifically for me. There are large bookshelves that tower at least 10 feet in the air with the library of books he had accumulated at the house, my favorite books organized in alphabetical order, as well as a large red velvet chair to read them in. 

Hundreds of records line the walls, each of them an album that I've enjoyed at one time or another, some that I'd even forgotten about, accompanied by an old fashioned record player playing a classic that I've listened to a hundred times over; “I came back to let you know, got a thing for you and I can’t let go.” I hum along to the music, swaying my hips ever so slightly as I explore the rest of the area.

Most surprisingly, is a shelf dedicated to hundreds of trinkets from throughout my life. The seashells I collected on my road trip through the west coast. A little clay bird I sculpted as a child and gifted to my mother. The floral porcelain teacup I drank out of religiously as I studied for finals. And even the diamond ring that’s been in my family for ages.

“How- how did you get all this?,” I ask, my eyes sweeping over everything, discovering new clever details and secrets.

“I have my ways,” he says ominously. “I knew you’d like it.” He smiles, puffing his wings out in pride. He takes my hand and guides me to the towering throne. He takes a seat, propping himself in a pose that demands respect, and pulls me onto his lap with ease.

I relax against him, resting my head on his shoulder and crossing my legs. I run my hand over his fingers, mindlessly toying with them as I find myself lost in thought.

“This is so much better with you here. It just feels right,” he says with a satisfied sigh, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me closer to his chest.

“Yeah, surprisingly, it does.” 

“Makes you wonder if this was God’s plan all along?” He smirks. “That old bastard finally did something right.”

“He does work in mysterious ways,” I chuckle, having that lesson slammed in my face over the past few months of my life. I snuggle into his chest with little care for what the demons may think, it would be a deathwish for them to even look my way without permission.

“This calls for a celebratory drink, don’t you think?” He winks. Putting his fingers up to his mouth, he whistles so loud that it leaves my ears ringing.

After a few moments a stocky man begrudgingly walks into the room carrying a tray of drinks. He has short dark hair and well groomed facial hair that suits his jaw nicely. He wears an all black suit with a gray tie and a look on his face that screams ‘I’d rather be anywhere but here’. He stops in front of the throne, squinting his eyes and sending Lucifer a glare that could kill, but he doesn’t dare step out of line.

Lucifer beckons with two fingers, motioning for the man to step closer and hand out the two fancy glasses of amber liquid.

He clenches his jaw, but reluctantly hands Lucifer his drink. His face is flushed a light shade of red, practically fuming with anger and humiliation. 

“Good puppy,” Lucifer snarks with a devious smile.

The man looks like he’s fighting the urge to strangle Lucifer with his bare hands but decides against it, as anyone who values their life would. He hands me my glass with less anger, looking more intrigued with me than anything. 

“Thank you…?” I give him a questioning look, waiting for him to introduce himself.

“Crowley,” he states, straightening his posture and giving me an enchanting look. “At your service, my dear.” He takes my hand and lightly kisses the back of it. There’s a sort of charm to him I can’t explain.

I smile back politely, happy that I may have a new friend in this dreary place.

“That’s enough of that,” Lucifer sighs, and with the flick of his wrist the man goes flying across the room, hitting the wall with a loud smack. Blood drips from the back of his head, but it doesn’t seem to phase him much.

“Lucifer!” I scold him, lightly hitting him on the chest.

“Don’t mind him, he’s still in training.” He rolls his eyes and continues our conversation like he hadn’t just hurled someone across the room. 

“This is too us.” He lifts his glass in a toast. “To eternity.”

“To eternity,” I repeat, clinking our glasses together with a smile.

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✶ your first kiss ; treasure reaction.

synopsis. different scenarios on how your first kiss with each member went.

info. fluff. treasure x gn!reader.

warnings. mentions of kissing + physical contact, consented kiss, profanity, grammatical errors, lowercase intended, smaller text intended. requested!

✶ choi hyunsuk.

[ . . . things with hyunsuk has always been slow, in a good way though! he's never pressured your into anything and the farthest you got to kisses was on the cheek, or back of his hand but nothing more. genuinely thought you were taking things extra slow but when you told him you haven't had your first kiss... suckaaaa he's so confused and sits there like "huh? (o-o)" and when you explain that you've never been in a relationship like you have with hyunsuk, he's doing jumps, leaps, literally running around and back because HOW CAN NO ONE KISS YOUR VERY KISSABLE LIPS YET WHAT? is completely baffled but takes it as his cue to kiss you and i mean, who were you to complain?

✶ park jihoon.

[ . . . you were a new couple, barely together for about three months, but you've been friends for years before-hand. jihoon's always been flirty and unashamedly open about his feelings for you so it's only right that he does the same when he wants to kiss you. during an unplanned date (which happens fairly often) you find yourselves in a botanical garden, walking around. there's this one tunnel that's full of different flowers, plants, you name it! it wasn't exactly his plan to kiss you but the way he watches you pick flowers and place them in his hair with the most beautiful smile he's ever seen... he can't help but ask to kiss you. when you tell him that you've never kissed anyone before... he get soooo cocky and for what suckaaaa? it's not like you asked him to be your first kiss... haha... unless...? LMAO JK but he most definitely asks you in a teasing way before stealing your very first kiss. literally fireworks are going off in your head, it's just you and him and this dude has the audacity to ask if it was a good first kiss. i don't know jihoon, maybe you should kiss me more so i can judge your performance! :3

✶ kanemoto yoshinori.

[ . . . at the dorms, you planned an at-home date where you did arts and crafts! while you were drawing a picture of you and yoshi's animal crossing characters, he couldn't help but stray away from what he was doing. i mean, i don't blame him though, the art besides him was way more interesting than the measly little canvas in front of him hehe. "staring's rude, y'know yoshi?" while you still look at your drawing. "i can't help it... you're so pretty!" you def punch him because you can't just say that and expect me to stay alive bruh :| in return, he tortures you with tickles! (*´-`) when your laughs settle down, you find yourself way closer than you thought you were. "hey," "hi," "y/n... can i kiss you? please?" and who were you to deny him when he asked so nicely? you give him the weakest, tiniest, puny ass peck and ask how was the kiss... c'mon boi. "sorry, that was my first kiss... i don't know how to kiss lolz" asks to be your teacher (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

✶ kim junkyu.

[ . . . "huh?! what do you mean?!" is absolutely baffled. is super hesitant kissing you now because man... how have you never kissed anyone? you're so kissable, your lips look so soft, and warm- kim junkyu get back on track! hold your face in his hands and you close your eyes, your lips puckered as you await his loving kiss. nothing happens for about five seconds and you open your eyes to find him just staring at you. "you don't need to kiss me, it's oka-" def shuts you up with a kiss! is quick to let you know that the kiss was amazing. "i deadass thought you didn't want to kiss me lolzies" is absolutely baffled pt. 2, i mean how could you even think that? gets lowkey defense because he's spent sleepless nights wanting to kiss you and you think he wouldn't want to? how very rude y/n! (￣^￣)ゞ

✶ takata mashiho.

[ . . . you actually had a serious conversation with him because ypur insecurities got the best of you but is the most mature and calm out of almost everyone. validates your fears and insecurities but he doesn't take it as his sign to kiss you because he doesn't want to rush you or force you in anyway. does he want to kiss you? most definitely. will you have to make the first move? another big fat yes! when you ask him, this dude drops whatever he's doing and runs in for a hug, lips puckered and all. when you pull away for air, you both have the dopiest smiles on your lips and are speedy fast trying to get more kisses and cuddles out of the other! safe to say that you spent the rest of your day in each other's presence with lots, and i mean LOTS of kisses! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

✶ yoon jaehyuk.

[ . . . during a movie marathon in his room, you seem to change the topic to first kisses for some odd reason but your conversations with jaehyuk always go from topic to topic. like mashi, validates your feelings but def takes it as his cue to give you the best first kiss of your life! takes it slow and leads you through it but if you show any signs of hesitation or discomfort, he will pump his breaks quick and ask if you want to stop. when you let him know that you're just nervous but you definitely want him as your first kiss, he's over the moon. think of the most cliché romantic first kiss scene ever made in the history of movies and shows... yeah, that's exactly how you felt with hyuk! you both pull away out of breath, eyes closed, foreheads pressed against one another as if time stopped. safe to say that your movie was forgotten! ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

✶ hamada asahi.

[ . . . your midnight adventures took an odd turn as you started talking about your high school experiences and somehow lead to how you both never had your first kiss yet. you were surprised to say the least because look at him... it's hamda asahi, only a fool wouldn't want to kiss him! when he finds out that you were always waiting for the right person he kind of just leans in and leaves a soft peck to your lips before going back to his ramen and you're left like σ(o_o) you def sit there for what feels like hours until he finally looks at you. "your ramen's gonna get cold" and you slap his arm in a silent way to tell him like BRO? U JUST STOLE MY FIRST KISS? feigns pain like a drama queen. "what? it was just a kiss. i wanted to kiss you, it was a good kiss." he tries to reason with you but you fake being angry in an attempt to get more kisses out of him... which works. win-win situation :3

✶ bang yedam.

[ . . . bringing him food during one of his late nights at the studio, he asks you to stay and listen to his newest demo. soon, the room is full of praises as you tell him how great the song is. def gets shy and tries to cover it up with modesty as if he's not talented and he can't help but feel happiness and gratitude wash over him while watching your eyes twinkle at him. asks to kiss you and who are you to say no? once you bring up that he was your first kiss and your insecurities, he asks to kiss you again, then again, then again... "yedam, what are you doing?" all he does is kiss you more, peppering soft kisses all over your face before pulling away. "kissing all your insecurities away, duh?" "HA, real smooth, bang." ( ´ ▽ ` )

✶ kim doyoung.

[ . . . flirts with you as if you aren't already together... bruh. he actually already knows that you haven't had your first kiss yet but he didn't know that you were insecure about it. when you bring up the fact that kissing him does make you nervous, he makes sure to help you feel comfortable with him and that there's no rush, he's not anticipating it. simply said, whenever you're ready, he's ready. one day, you just walk up to him and kiss his cheek, running awY and it catches him off guard cause where did this confidence come from? it's not often that you catch THE KIM DOYOUNG off guard like that, it's usually the other way around. stands there for a quick second before chasing after you and going back to his regular teasing. def flirts his way into another kiss! (ง'̀-'́)ง

✶ watanabe haruto.

[ . . . acts all nonchalant about it but is just as insecure as you. at the time you talked about it, you were best friends but you made a pact/bet that if you didn't get your first kiss within the next two months, you would share your first kiss together. two months passed in a flash and as two anxious teens with absolutely NO GAME bro... you had to fulfill your pact. it made you both nervous but you followed through and although you both didn't want to admit it, you only wanted the other to be your first kiss and no one else... hm, interesting. did you two pretend to not get a kiss from anyone else just to kiss one another? yeah, you definitely did. y'all were more than best friends after that LOL (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

✶ park jeongwoo.

[ . . . nervous as shit bro. ask his hyungs for help and tries to downplay how SCARED he is but fails miserably. it eats him up, honestly and he's wayyyyy more scared than you because 1) he's never felt this way before, 2) he hasn't had his first kiss yet, 3) he had absolutely no clue what the hell he's doing. he tries to act cool around you, y'know, tries to be all smooth but again, fails miserably. "woo, why are you posing against the wall rn....?" spills the beans about how he feels and that he wants to kiss you so bad but he doesn't know how to do it and it leaves you both blushing furiously awww! you leave soft pecks on the apple of his cheeks <3

✶ so junghwan.

[ . . . doesn't even know why he feels this way and is like jeongwoo where he asks his hyungs for help. they tease him ofc but once he's like "i'm serious, jihoon hyung! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡" they all come to their baby king cow's rescue! tells him to take it slow, always ask before doing something, tell him the basics like where to put his hands and to be respectful, ALWAYS. jots down whatever they're telling him like he's preparing for an exam LOL it's the most awkward kiss with him and also like woo, is more nervous and insecure than you but he still validates your feelings and lets you know that he won't do anything you don't want. if you say yes, he'll leave kisses on your forehead and on the top of your head T^T!

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[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. hello!!!! it's been awhile since i posted, sorry for the delay!!!! ty for being patient tho, i appreciate it. also, i've been getting back into enha + verivery, and recently got into younite. 1 of 9 is SAURRRR GOOOODDDDD!!!

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[shisui-uchiha-anon]

Can you do me Shisui x Reader their first time (NSFWish maybe)

THANKS!!!!!

Fic under the cut-MDNI I!!!

Shisui has loved you for such a long time, you were his everything. In time he became everything for you as well. He wanted you for so long, but he is patient man. He will wait till you are ready, till you wish him to take you. But make no mistake as much as he acts sometimes goofy--Shisui is highly intelligent, capable shinobi. Same goes for Shisui as a lover, he knows how to please his partner.

He want to do it right, he wants to be romantic. He wants for you to remeber it. He made dinner (no he won't admit that Itachi helped him-cause we all know Itachi is master in kitchen) Shisui picked wine. And you two had some, wine helped you loose tightness, made the next step easier

"I Love you so much. Are you sure my dove?" But you just nodded.

Sure..you two kissed and touched, he played with you and you with him. But he never was inside you. Shisui is sure that sex with you will only stenghten the bond between you and him. That it will seal you two forever.

As usually he would start with soft kisses. But what he likes the most is to finger you, before his lips visit your soping wet heated body. Then he will have his way with you. Slowlly his finges would tease your clit, small teasing circles, when he see that you are ready..he would tease you only with his lips and tongue.

He would praise you, he would call you his dove, his darling..all the while he still thrusts his finges insed of you. And the best reward you are giving to him are your needy passionate and desperate moans. Like a music to his ears, like a wood to his fire.

He will do anything to hear more, as he slowly becomes one with you. His hips perfectly mached with yours. Shisui is very passionate man. He would wrapp your legs around his waist, while he gently thrusts himself in and out of you.

"Moan for me more..please ...moan, while I Iove you" All the while he would keep eye contact with you, and when you close those beautiful eyes, he would watch your face. He would watch that beautiful face of yours washed with pure pleasure that he was providing you.

After sex he would give you more soft kisses, he would look gently into your hazy eyes. While you are recovering he would fill the tub, he would take you in his arms and help you wash. He just love the idea of taking care of you, this intimate moment of cleaning each other....

#shisui x reader #shisui x you #shisui x y/n #shisui smut #shisui uchiha x you #shisui uchiha x reader #shisui #shisui uchiha #shisui imagine #the uchiha family #naruto smut #naruto x y/n #naruto x reader #anonymous #anon ask #naruto #shisui fluff #shisui fanfic

[minteyeddevil]

Obey Me Masterlist

(Making a mass post of all my headcanons/fanfiction, and will add to this as I go. ^^ There will be slight disclaimers next to the link with the possible triggers, but they will also be included on the post itself. If you see anything else I need to put a warning on, please let me know!)

***I will include if MC is fem! or m! in the link, if not mentioned, MC is GN! Save for fanfiction, will include gender in tag.***

-Link to second masterlist!-

Headcanons

Small headcanon on MC being friends with Cerberus

Small headcanon of the Brothers letting you stim with them

MC x Lucifer, grinding on him (NS/FT)

Small headcanon of Mammon and his crows/ravens

Skirts the Brothers would wear

Cereals the Brothers would eat (lol)

Brothers reacting to MC screaming ‘Trust fall!’

Brothers reacting to MC who pranks/jokes a lot

Brothers reacting to MC being a clutz

Brothers reacting to MC having a protective dog

Signs the Brothers are touched starved

Dateables (+ Luke) reacting to MC having a protective dog

Brothers reacting to MC’s laugh

NS/FW headcanons for Blephegor

Brothers reacting to MC who bites as teasing

NS/FW headcanons for Leviathan

Fem!MC cockwarming the Brothers (NS/FT)

Fem!MC cockwarming the Dateables (NS/FT)

Leviathan making Fem!MC squirt for the first time (NS/FT)

Barbatos/Simeon/Solomon thinking about having kids with M!MC

Brothers reacting to MC with cold hands

Dateables reacting to MC with cold hands

MC reacting to hearing the Brothers sing

MC celebrating Dia de los Muertos with the Brothers

Leviathan jealousy sex (NS/FT)

Mammon with transmasc!MC, breeding kink (NS/FT, descriptive mention of genitalia)

Brothers and Datables (+Luke) at an amusement park

Mammon with neck kisses (SFW and NS/FT)

Leviathan with two c*cks/bioluminescent c*m (NS/FT)

Brothers and Dateables reacting to MC who is a drag queen

Brothers reacting to MC owning snakes

Leviathan double penetrating Fem!MC (NS/FT)

Brothers and Dateables reacting to Fem!MC who is scared of loud voices

Brothers reacting to teen!MC summoning them to help against bullies

Brothers reaction to MC making them a bento box

Brothers reacting to MC who’s ex is harassing them over the phone

Brothers and voyeurism with MC (NS/FT)

If the pacts were to have a physical effect on MC

Brothers and Dateables reacting to Fem!MC making random noises

NS/FW headcanons for Mammon

NS/FW headcanons for Satan

Diavolo and Barbatos with MC at an arcade

Brothers and Dateables reacting to MC saying their name and smiling in their sleep

Fem!MC/reader having a baby with Diavolo

Brothers reacting to MC reading fanfiction of them (NS/FT)

Brothers reacting to MC being a famous criminal

Subby Lucifer (NS/FT)

Fem!MC/reader having a baby with Lucifer and Mammon (separately)

Dateables reacting to MC reading fanfiction of them (NS/FT)

MC calling the Brothers/Dateables beautiful

Brothers reacting to an MC with insomnia/has trouble sleeping

Brothers/Dateables (+Luke) having a tea party with your child

Father's Day with the Brothers and Dateables

Brothers/Dateables reacting to MC calling them ‘baby’

Brothers reacting to a drunk MC stripping off their clothes from feeling hot

Drabble: Lucifer's scars

Baby saying their first word with Mammon

Brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos helping an MC send money home to their family

Drabble: Brothers participating in Ninja Warrior

Short!MC using a step ladder to yell at the Brothers

Brothers/Dateables helping MC who is needy on their period (NS/FT)

Brothers helping MC who got burned while cooking

Brothers reacting to MC having an affection cat

Brothers reacting to MC squirting (NS/FT) (GN but also tagged AFAB just in case!)

Brothers and MC taking suggestive pictures together (NS/FT)

Brothers/Dateables Reacting to a M!MC who has a calming voice

Brothers/Dateables helping MC who is stressed out by a job application test

Brothers reacting to an MC who is good at hiding things

Asmodeus caring for an MC having an off day

Brothers/Dateables reacting to Tall! Chubby!MC who is insecure and deals with keratosis pilaris

Brothers/Dateables reacting to an MC that looks like a doll

Dateables and MC taking suggestive pictures together (NS/FT)

Brothers reacting to MC picking Mammon to search with (Get Arty event story)

Dateables reacting to MC squirting (NS/FT) (GN but also tagged AFAB just in case!)

Simeon with an MC who doesn't like kissing

Brothers/Dateables reacting to an MC who is motherly towards Luke

Brothers reacting to an MC that has hypoglycemia

Brothers/Dateables reacting to soaking MC's shirt and exposing their chest (slightly NS/FT)

Brothers reacting to an MC afraid of thunderstorms

Brothers/Dateables reacting to an MC who can't cook

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Fanfiction

“What’s Mine is Mine” (Mammon x GN!MC, Smut)

“Nap Dreams” (Belphegor x GN!MC, Smut, Somnophilia TW)

“Sandy Affair” (Leviathan x GN!MC, Smut)

“Punishment and Permission” (Lucifer x GN!MC, Smut)

“Not Meant to Be” (Belphegor with GN!MC, Angst, mini-fic)

“Needed a Break” (Lucifer x MC Liah (Fem!MC) Smut)

“Examination” (Asmodeus x Fem!MC, Smut, Overstimulation TW)

“Seeking Comfort” (Belphegor with GN!MC, Fluff, mini-fic)

Prompt: “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I am done working” (Diavolo x GN!MC, Smut)

Prompt: “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” (Satan x Fem!MC, Smut)

"Savior" (Simeon with GN!MC, slight Angst)

Prompt: "Fuck you." "I'm up for it if you are." (Lucifer x Fem!MC, Smut)

Prompt: "It's clearly not nothing." (Diavolo x GN!MC, Angst)

"Please Stay / First Date Headcanon" (Diavolo x GN!MC, Fluff)

Prompt: "Are you wearing my shirt?" "Call me selfish, but I don't want anyone else to touch you." (Mammon x Fem!MC, Smut)

"First Time" (Leviathan x Fem!MC, Smut)

"Remembrance" (Lucifer x OC Eve (Fem!MC), with son Mortimer, Angst) [Trade with @/lordiavolo]

"Bound" (Barbatos x GN!MC, Smut, Bondage TW, Overstimulation TW)

"Birthday Gift" (Satan x Reader, Fluff) [Birthday gift for @/obeyme-ever]

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[seryueeeee]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 — Oikawa T. x M!Reader

𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈; recently broke up with your boyfriend, Oikawa Tooru, you found yourself still in love with him, does he still loves you though?

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶; None

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴; Angst/Fluff/Comfort

master list

𓄲 YOU felt emotional, your room, your face, everything looks awful. you don't have enough time to fix yourself as you just sat at the edge of your bed, tears falling down your cheeks.

it's been a month since you last heard of him, you missed Oikawa, but you know to yourself that you needed to move on.

but you just can't ignore the hole that he punctured when he said those words.

"we should break up."

you felt clueless, why?? did he got bored?? did he fell out of love?? you couldn't comprehend, everything escalated too fast.

you couldn't help but cry at the mere thought of you two. you want him back, but you thought to yourself, he doesn't want you anymore

everything feels the same everyday, but except that you're drowning in sadness, your break up impacted you very heavily.

all you do is lay on your bed, do things to help you distract your mind from the recent break up you had.

but whatever you do, your mind just keeps bringing it up, it hurts very much.

you did major changes to your house, trashing everything that made you remind of him. it's for the best, you thought.

you stayed out today. in the park that you used to go to when you feel bored, it's already dark out but you couldn't careless anymore.

it still stings, you bit your cheek to prevent you from crying outside. you should probably go home. it's dark out, and you don't want any shit things or maybe even encounter a drunk dude on the sidewalk.

standing up and dusting your jeans from the cemented chair like that you're sitting on. it's already 9:23 you've been out for an hour.

the sidewalk felt empty, and clearly no one's there because it's already dark, it's nothing but silence and the the cold wind wrapping your form. it feels comforting.

but also cold. you finally thought to yourself, that maybe, it's time to let go.

"He must've found someone better, and besides, if I keep holding on that event then I'll never get to move on as well." you said, smiling bitterly at the platform you're walking on.

"I still love you Oikawa, but it's time for me to quit pining for you" you stopped on your tracks, it still hurts, but you learned to suck it up.

that was when you felt your phone ring, reaching it out of your pocket abd answer who it was. the number was unknown, but still you answered anyway.

"Hello?? who is this?? I think you got the wrong number" you said.

"Y/N, it's me. where are you?? I missed you!" you were bewildered when you heard your ex; Oikawa at the other side of your phone.

"Oikawa, what're you doing? what do you want?" your tone hinted with angry, shock and confusion. "Let's talk, but first please meet me at the front of your house." he hung up, not giving you a chance to say your answer. you started running and running.

"Y/N!" you heard his voice, catching your breathe from running tirelessly.

"Oikawa" you trailed. "explain, what do you want now?" with a stern voice, you choked out.

"if you're here to mess with my life then I'd rather you go home and bug someone instead." he tugged your sleeves.

"I don't know I—.. I just missed you. I thought if I broke up with you, you'd find someone better than I am. I'm insecure, I'm egoistic as well! I'm selfish." he cried out. obviously crying because of the voice cracks and the hiccups.

"did you know how much I cried for you?" you said, turning around opening your arms wide for him to hug you. and he did.

"I know.. I'm sorry, I don't wanna leave you, I still love you." he said as he weeps.

trailing your hands to his soft brown hair, massaging it gently, tangling your fingers to his hair. his arms wrapped around your waist as he ranted out how he missed you and felt guilty for not explaining.

"Tooru. Listen, I'll never leave you just because you're insecure, I would never! you're the one I needed! I don't want anyone besides you." trailing your warm hands to his cheeks, as he stared at your E/c eyes, glistening at the darkest nights, shedding tears as well.

giving him an Eskimo kisses, you longed for this, his touch, everything. that night was filled with comfort.

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[laxuscouldnever]

Laxus Dreyar x Dragon Slayer!Reader

Y/N was one of the first generation dragon slayers, the Earth Dragon Slayer to be exact. He was raised by Tatsuya, the earth dragon. When Y/N was 7, he awoke to an empty cave. Tatsuya was nowhere to be found. Y/N thought that maybe Tatsuya had went out for food and waited for him. He waited days, and finally, after 2 weeks had gone by, Y/N decided to go find him himself.

Y/N wandered for days with no sign of his dragon. He was starting to get worried. Eventually, he stumbled upon the town of Magnolia. He walked over to a woman near a food cart. 

"E-Excuse me?" Y/N said as he tugged on her dress. 

"Why hello, are you lost?" she asked as she knelt down. 

"I'm looking for my dragon!" Y/N said. She gave the boy a confused look. 

"A dragon you say?" a man said from behind him. Y/N turned around and saw a very short, old man. 

"Why don't you come with me and we can talk about your dragon." the man said and motioned for him to follow. Y/N ran to catch up with him.

"You can call me Gramps. What's your name?" Gramps asked. 

"Y/N. Who are you?" Y/N questioned. 

"I'm the guild master of Fairy Tail." Gramps said. Fairy Tail? Y/N had heard Tatsuya mention it before. 

"You said you were looking for a dragon, correct?" Gramps asked the boy. 

"Yeah! His name is Tatsuya! Do you know him?" Y/N asked excitedly.

 "No, I do not, unfortunately. But there is someone I'd like you to meet. He's about your age and he is also looking for his dragon." Y/N perked up. Does this boy practice magic, too? Y/N wondered.

Gramps led Y/N to the guild hall. From the outside, you could hear the loud voices and the laughter. 

"This is the Fairy Tail guild hall. It's where all the members come and socialize." Gramps pushed open the door and allowed Y/N to walk in. Y/N looked around and stared in awe of the huge building. There were so many people in here. 

"Who's the little guy?" a dark-blue haired man asked. 

"Macao, this is Y/N." Gramps said. Y/N waved at the man.

 "Well it's nice to meet you, Y/N. Welcome to Fairy Tail!" Macao said.

Gramps walked Y/N over to a pair of kids. 

"Everyone, this is Y/N. He is looking for his dragon." A pink-haired boy looked up. 

"Dragon? Like a real dragon?" he asked. Y/N nodded.

 "Me too! His name is Igneel! What's your's?" Y/N stood up straight. 

"His name is Tatsuya!" Y/N said.

 "Cool! My name is Natsu. I'm a dragon slayer, fire to be exact." Natsu said. 

"I'm a dragon slayer, too! Earth Dragon Slayer." Y/N said.

The doors to the guild hall swung open. In walked a boy, a few years older than Y/N. He had blond hair that stood up. He had headphones on and a mean look on his face.

 "He looks mean." Y/N whispered to Natsu. Gramps walked over to the boy and began speaking with him. 

"That's Laxus. He's Gramps' grandson." Natsu said. 

"He's nothing to be afraid of." A red-headed girl said, very confidently. "My name is Erza Scarlet." she stuck her hand out. Y/N shook it. 

"It's nice to meet you, Erza." he said with a smile.

Laxus and Gramps began walking towards the group of kids. 

"Y/N, I'd like you to meet my grandson, Laxus." Gramps said. Laxus was taller than Y/N and seemed to tower over him. 

"It's nice to meet you." Y/N said, nervous to hear what the other sounded like. Laxus didn't say anything, just nodded. 

“Laxus is going to help you try and find your dragon." Gramps explained. Y/N's eyes lit up.

"Really!?" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, but I'm tired. We can go tomorrow." Laxus said. 

"For now, you can stay in the guild's housing with the other children." Gramps said.

Laxus left the guild and Y/N turned to the face Natsu and Erza. 

"Come on, we'll show you where you'll be staying!" Natsu said and grabbed Y/N's hand, pulling him along. 

"Natsu, be careful!" Erza yelled after him.

Natsu and Erza led Y/N to a building.

 "There's rooms for girls and there's rooms for boys." Natsu explained as they walked through the building. As they walked, a blue-haired boy walked out of one of the rooms. 

"Hey, Gray! This is Y/N! He's a dragon slayer like me!" The boy turned to face the trio. 

"Nice to meet you. Are you staying here with us?" Gray asked. 

"Just for tonight. Laxus is helping him find his dragon tomorrow." Erza explained. Gray raised his eyebrow.

 "Laxus? Helping someone? That's IF he shows up." Gray said. Erza slammed her fist on his head. 

"Don't be rude!" she said sternly.

Natsu pulled Y/N into the room Gray had exited. Inside were two sets of bunk beds. Both of the bottom bunks looked like they had already been slept in. 

"You can share a bunk with me." Natsu said. 

"Cool!" Y/N said.

Natsu, Erza, Gray, Y/N, and Lisanna, who had came looking for Natsu, spent the afternoon talking, getting to know each other. 

"It's getting late, we should all go to bed. Especially you, Y/N, you have a big day tomorrow." said Erza. 

"Yeah!" Natsu said. Erza and Lisanna both left and the three boys all got into their bunks. They said their good nights and the room felt silent.

The next morning, Natsu woke Y/N bright and early. The sun was just rising when Y/N felt Natsu shake him awake. 

"Come on! Wake up! You should eat breakfast before you and Laxus leave." Natsu said. Y/N climbed off the bunk bed and Natsu led him back to the guild hall.

At the guild hall, Natsu and Y/N led themselves to the bar and asked for some breakfast. A girl, who was later to be known as Mirajane, gave them some food. As the two were eating, Laxus walked into the guild. He approached the two. 

"Finish up. We got a long walk." he said. Y/N nodded and quickly cleaned his plate.

 "Hey, Y/N, if you find Tatsuya, will you ask him about Igneel?" Natsu asked as he followed Laxus and Y/N out of the guild hall.

 "Of course!" Y/N said.

 "Thanks!" Natsu said with a big smile.

Laxus led Y/N out of the city and into the woods.

 "If we don't find this dragon of yours today, what are you gonna do?" Laxus asked as they entered a forest.

 "I don't know. I don't know anything other than what Tatsuya taught me." Y/N said, keeping an eye out for his dragon.

"Maybe you should join Fairy Tail." Laxus suggested. "Keep those other brats busy."

Y/N thought for a moment. Joining a guild wouldn't be bad. It would help him grow stronger and he would be taken care of until he got older.

Laxus and Y/N walked for hours with no sign of any dragon. The sun was starting to set. 

"Listen, kid, I don't think there's any dragon out here." Laxus said as he stopped walking. He looked down and saw tears prickling the boy's eyes. 

"Don't cry. He's out there somewhere, but maybe you need to stay with people until you find him." Laxus said as he knelt down. Y/N wiped away his tears.

"Do y-you think I'll ever f-find him?" Y/N asked, voice wavering. 

"I don't know, but I do know that you'll be safe with all of us at Fairy Tail." The two sat in silence for a few moments.

"Let's head back. It'll be dark soon." Laxus said. Y/N nodded and followed Laxus back the way they came. Y/N's feet were aching from all the walking he had done the past few days and he began to slow down. Laxus noticed that the boy was no longer next to him. He stopped and turned around. Y/N has begun limping a little bit from the ache in his feet. 

"Feet hurt? The old man said you'd been walking for a long time." Y/N nodded. Laxus walked to the boy and knelt down. 

"Get on my back, I'll carry you the rest of the way." he said. Y/N jumped onto Laxus's back and felt relieved.

By the time they had reached the guild hall, it was well past sundown. The streets were empty and so was the guild hall for the most part. Gramps was sitting at the bar. He turned around when he heard the door open.

"Laxus, Y/N, welcome back. I assume you didn't have much luck today?" he said. 

"No, we didn't find any dragon." Laxus said. Gramps noticed the sad look in Y/N's eyes. 

"Don't worry, young one. We will take good care of you, just until you find who you're looking for." Y/N smiled at the old man.

Y/N let out a yawn. 

"I'll take you back to the rooms." Laxus said and carried the boy out of the guild hall. 

"Thank you for helping me today." Y/N mumbled tiredly.

 "Yeah, whatever." Laxus said. 

"You seem grumpy." Y/N pointed out. Laxus just scoffed. 

"No, I don't."  he said. 

"Yeah you do. And you're kinda mean looking." Y/N said. 

"No, I'm not, you little punk." Laxus said. Y/N giggled a little bit.

Y/N doesn't remember much before he dozed off, he was still on Laxus's back, but when he woke up he was in bed. He sat up and looked around the room. Gray wasn't in his bed and when he looked over the edge of his bed, he saw that Natsu wasn't either. Y/N climbed out of bed and headed to the guild hall.

Y/N saw Laxus sitting alone at the bar. He didn't see the other kids, and he didn't really know anyone else there, so he made his way to the bar. 

"Hey, Laxus." he said. Laxus didn't say anything, just nodded in his direction.

"So, Y/N, have you decided whether or not you're joining Fairy Tail? We could always use more members." Mirajane asked. 

"Hm. I don't see why not!" Y/N said. 

"In that case, you'll need the official Fairy Tail mark! Where would you like it?" Mirajane asked. "Laxus, where's your's?" Y/N asked. "On my left side." Laxus said. 

"Then that's where I'll get mine!" Y/N exclaimed and pulled his shirt off. Mirajane carefully placed the mark on his left side.

Y/N looked down at the orange mark. 

"Wow! That's so cool!" Y/N said excitedly. 

"What's so cool?" Gramps's voice rang out. 

"I got my Fairy Tail mark!" Y/N said and turned to show it to him. 

"That is cool!" Gramps agreed with a smile. Y/N didn't see it, but Laxus smiled at the boy as he celebrated.

"Aw, Laxus has a new friend!" Mirajane said. Laxus rolled his eyes. 

"Admit it, he's one of the few kids you can stand." she teased. 

"Yeah, whatever. He's not annoying like the others." Laxus explained. 

"Isn't it cool, Laxus? We're kinda like brothers now that we having matching marks!" Laxus smiled.

 "Brothers, huh? I'm down with that." Laxus said and ruffled Y/N's hair. Gramps smiled at the two.

From that day on, Laxus and Y/N were inseparable. They truly were like brothers. When Laxus would leave, Y/N would get into trouble with Natsu and Gray. When Laxus would come back, he would get scolded every time. Laxus finally had someone to look after and began being a lot more careful when he was out on jobs. He didn't want the kid to have to lose someone else. He would never admit it to anyone, but he loved Y/N and would always be there for him.

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