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eoieopda · 10 months

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the one with soonyoung and the domino

pairing: kwon soonyoung x afab!reader type: drabble (smut) | wc: 990 | rating: 18+ au: established relationship summary: you and your boyfriend are both prone to taking stupid bets. cw: competitive cockwarming; self-imposed orgasm denial; p in v penetration; creampie implied, i guess? lol; “petal” as a pet name because i like to suffer. a/n: feast upon my brain worms, my children. i have succumbed to delusion. 😵‍💫 ⚠️ 18+ only ⚠️ minors and ageless blogs will be blocked, on sight. my content is not for you. i do not want to interact with you. please respect my boundaries.

You’re competitive.

You accept this fact about yourself. Or, rather, you acknowledge that this trait exists and do nothing — not one thing — to change it. While your therapist may ask you to dig down, to figure out why you feel you have so much to prove, you know better. The rationale is puddle deep: you simply hate to lose.

To your friends’ horror, you weren’t alone in this. You’d managed to find the one person on planet Earth who could go toe-to-toe with you and remain on his feet. Kwon Soonyoung, it seems, was tailor-made to keep your pace.

It was a blessing and a curse, loving someone equally hellbent on winning. It made you an unstoppable team at backyard sports and drinking games — downright formidable, really — but it also led to both of your mouths writing checks your asses didn’t really want to cash.

A series of bad bets, just for the sake of it.

Just like this one.

“How are you holding up, petal?”

Soonyoung sounds smug, but he’s asking through gritted teeth.

“Better than you, I think,” You respond breezily because you’re unbothered, not because your body begs for you to sigh. “Sweet of you to ask.”

He hums in response, amusement so clear that he may as well have laughed instead. Either way, you feel that vibration in your chest, which is all but pressed to his. Arms linked around his neck, you lean in closer until you can nudge the tip of his nose with yours. The tiny shift in your posture makes your breath catch in your throat, but you swallow it back.

Instead, you smirk, “Not thinking of tapping out yet, are you, baby?”

When he lifts himself up to scoot closer to the back of the couch, you know exactly what he’s up to. Shameless, you think, trying to steal territory like this. The sole consolation you get from his movement — apart from the obvious — is that he looks like he’s full of regret for his choices. You are, too, of course.

Among other things.

“Could do this all day.” He smiles his way through a bold-faced lie. His palms run up your thighs, making you shiver; but then he pats them so innocently, you want to scream instead. “‘m perfectly comfortable. I might even fall asleep like this.”

Oh, you bastard.

It kills you to do it, but you refuse to take this dishonesty sitting down — well… — so, you take back the weight you’d balanced on your bent legs and center it. Gravity grabs you by the hips, pulls you down until he has nowhere left to run. Then, like a fucking masochist, you signal every muscle in your body to tense.

To your dismay, Soonyoung cracks, but he doesn’t break. He simply mutters, “Fuck,” and squeezes his eyes shut, sucking in a breath through his teeth that he then releases with a hiss.

“Sorry, did you say something?” Eyes wide and smile coquettish, you’re ready to devastate him whenever he deigns to lift his lids. “Didn’t catch that, baby.”

As it turns out, you’re not at all prepared for the look he gives you when his eyes reopen. There’s dark, and then there’s whatever the fuck has gotten into him to make his pupils dilate like that. Involuntarily, you clench. This time, he doesn’t flinch.

“You act big and bad now,” he drawls, grinning wolfishly. “But if I blink too hard, my cock could kiss your cervix. You know that, right?” Fingers scratch lightly at the goosebumps on your thighs. He knows you know; he’s buried too deep not to. “That if I have a sudden… coughing fit, for example, I could wind up rearranging your guts?”

You do your best to ignore the way his words make your pulse race. After all, you have an endgame to focus on. Only two options remain: fight nobly and risk him winning, or take him down with you.

Fuck it.

He gave you the idea himself, didn’t he?

You sniffle for a moment, eyes flashing with mischief for even less time, and then you unwrap one arm from around his neck. With the crook of your elbow freed, you fake a sneeze; cunt clenching hard around his length while your hips jerk forward, dragging him along with you.

It was a calculated risk on your part. Unfortunately for you, you’ve never been great at math. That delicious friction is enough to grab you tight and fling you off the cliff without reservation. You tremble as you float, whole body alight with the orgasm you’d been fighting for the fifteen minutes since you sank down onto him.

Thankfully, Soonyoung isn’t any better off. He cums hard, hips jolting up to meet the underside of your thighs. Cock twitching and spilling, he groans like you’d done far more than just keep him warm. And despite the lack of physical exertion, you’re both panting — embarrassingly so.

“I fucking win,” he cheers faintly. Fist raised, weakly and triumphantly, he drops his head back against the couch. In an instant, his eyes flutter shut; he doesn’t see the way your nostrils flare.

You snort, “In what world?”

“Don’t be a sore loser, petal.” He chides you. He cracks one eye open and hits you with a lopsided grin. “I held out a full second longer.”

“You did not!” You gasp, smacking his chest with a muted thump. “The nerve of you, Soonyoung — the absolute gall!”

He flattens his mouth into a straight line. His eyes narrow the same way, unimpressed. “I only came because you did. Might’ve been a domino effect, but you fell first.”

“So, we both lost, then,” you huff, crossing your arms indignantly.

He flattens his palms against the cushion below, sits up properly, and steals a kiss from your pouty lips.

“Nah,” he hums. Unsatiated, he steals another. “Think we both won.”

On the inside, you swoon, but on the outside, you roll your eyes. “Fine. I wasn’t planning on paying up, anyway.”

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stnaf-vn · 2 years

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Please do a NSFW alphabet for Friend plssss 😭

CW: SEXUAL CONTENT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~ NSFW Alphabet with Friend~

A = Aftercare: Lots of silliness, praises and massages. He will make you snacks and make sure you are well hydrated.

B = Body part: Friend loves your face. He loves your expressions, your smile, the way you look at him when he makes you cu--

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) If you allow him to, he loves cumming inside of you. Filling you with all his pent-up desires. He also likes tasting yours~

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) *cough* Secret Ball Busting kink *cough* also steals your dirty laundry, but he brings it back

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He's a virgin, although he's had a few empty make-out sessions before with random people. He didn't enjoy it though. He's done his research so he doesn't look like an idiot~

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) ~ Submissive Siren~

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He's a mix of both. He'll start off making silly jokes but when you two actually get into it, all you will hear from him is how badly he's wanted you and how good you feel. Aftercare consists of silly jokes too though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Friend shaves everywhere. His legs, armpits, pubes, he doesn't like body hair on him and it makes him feel better after shaving. (If MC has body hair though he wouldn't mind a bit.)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) It depends on how you want it. He can be very romantic, he'll tell you the truth: how sweet you are, how he wants no one but you etc. But he will definitely be rough with you and degrade you if you prefer that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He's masturbated regularly before realizing he had feelings for you. It helped him go to sleep. Afterwards though, he's CONSISTENTLY needy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Friend's kink list

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Definitely his room. He'll never wash those bedsheets again/hj

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Being in your general presence/hj

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Ageplay, he's down for pretty much anything else but ageplay.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He loves giving you oral. Receiving it great, of course, but he loves the way you whimper and moan.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) All depends on what you want, but he likes fast and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Oh, he loves quickies. If you were a freak too, he'd have you anywhere possible.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He loves to take risks, as long as you're okay with them too. Sometimes he really hopes you get caught so that everyone knows your his.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Your Friend can last up to 6 hours, give or take.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He may, or may not, have his own little toy he's named after you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) ALL THE TIME. Bro is constantly teasing you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He is very loud. Will wake up your entire apartment complex/hj

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) When he watches romcoms, he likes to find the script and rewrite it with you two in it. He has a locked folder on his computer filled with them.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 9.3 inches

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) VERY HIGH BE SAFE MC

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He will wait for you to fall asleep, tuck you both in, and fall asleep shortly after you do.

#stnaf #stnafgame #friend #see thru need a friend #yandere #18+

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rreskk · 11 months

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HEADCANONS: Trevor Philips/fem!reader (NSFW)

-His phone wallpaper is your nudes. Yeah, your nudes. Whenever he unlocks his phone, your tits are on display!

-You can’t watch romantic movies without ending up recreating some of the sex scenes with Trevor. Keep him away from them! He can’t help himself!

-Is not afraid of PDA, PDA is afraid of him. He’ll fondle your ass and on many occasions slid his hand into your shirt and bra, he’ll casually squeeze your breasts with no shame at all.

-Similar to thirst traps on tiktoks, you’ll wake up with 10 unread messages of his body after a heated shower. He’ll give you captions like: ‘Gud enouf 4 u?’ and ‘like what u c?’

-He gets so turned on when you are aggressively threatening him. Trevor will purposely get on your nerves so you can snap and insult him.

-Despite telling him not to, he’ll leave hickeys in obvious places.

-On many occasions he has fingered you in public. Get this, right... Sat on a crowded table, his hand in your panties, you covering up a moan with a cough, his guilty smirk, everyone being uncomfortable.

-Steals your phone when you are asleep and videos himself jerking off. It’s a warm surprise for you in the morning... Or whenever you are looking for a picture of an important document... Instead, you’ll find the video, and oh lord...

-Trevor has these moments of dominance but once he’s inside you, all the control is taken away. He grows emotional and soppy. He can’t last a second. You have to force him to carry on and pressure his limits, it makes him more crazy that you have to step in and help him... Like a baby.

-On hot summer days, he loves having sweaty sex with you. Seeing your shirt stick to your skin and hair mangled in sweat while he’s hammering inside you. God, he wishes to experience it all the time!

-”Hey, gimme some nudes. My gallery hasn’t been updated in days.”

#trevor philips #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips/reader #trevor gta #trevor philips headcanons #trevor philips fanfiction #GTA #GTA V #grand theft auto #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto 5 #grand theft auto v #gran theft auto v

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ruhorih4ra · 1 year

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Hello, I'm back. (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ I wanted to update The Run And Go first but this Fanfic idea came to me and well, who am I to deny Mammon's wishes?

MammonxGn!Mc

Kind of crack.

Slightly angst.

Fluff, lots of.

Talks about pregnancy? XD

Grammar mistakes (I try very hard to reduce them but I have to reread it and it gets so booring, so I'll just feign demency [Insert the Ah, Eto... Bleh meme]).

A Certain Craving 💛

Half of the house of lamentation had already left to RAD, sadly you overslept and missed breakfast. Gladly, you weren’t the only one. Asmo, Levi and Mammon ordered fast food to replace the one Beel ate.

“Yours looks better!” you lamented once again, looking at Mammon's dessert. “No touching!!” He spoke with mouth full. “Pleeease! Just one scorpion!” Mammon looked at you, ready to give you a crushing no. Unfortunately for him, your eyes were very captivating, so big and bright and what was that? Were you pouting? That's too much for the poor Avatar of Greed! “Bah! S-stop that! Here! You can take this!” he took the largest, the tastiest, once again he was ready to give it to you when he heard Leviathan's words. “I told you.” Levi and Asmo had been gossiping all morning, stealing brief glances at you and Mammon.

You opened your mouth like the spoiled brat you enjoyed to be just to realize that Mammon had taken away the delicious chocolate. “What's wrong?” you asked, but Mammon wasn't looking at you, his attention was on his younger brothers. “I told ya what? What are you two doin'? Are you gambling?!” he snarled, offended. How dare they place bets without him?!

“No one would bet on something so obvious.” Levi said and Asmo agreed. “Right! Everyone knows Mc have you wrapped around their little finger!” Mammon could feel the blush creeping over his face. “Ah?! What's that supposed to mean!?”

It would all end there, as always, but Asmodeus decided to tease a little bit more. “It means that you lost!!” he winked at Mammon. “I didn't! The Great Mammon never loses!” while the White-haired demon began his monologue about himself and his mighty, you turned to Asmo, the sharp tone you used betraying how curious and annoyed you were. “What do you mean by that?”

“Now, now don't get mad, dear. It's just how humans say!” you frowned, you could still hear Mammon's complaints in the background. “Whoever falls in love first, loses.” suddenly the room went quiet, you rolled your eyes and shrugged. “That's stupid.” you had taken a chocolate fried scorpion but before you could eat it Mammon snatched it from your hand and stuffed it into his mouth, along with all the scorpions on his plate. You gasped, your jaw hanging in disappointment at the lost chocolate.

“I think MC is crying.” Levi said without taking his eyes off his switch.“What?!” Mammon choked and started coughing. “As if” you stated, rolling your eyes again and getting up from your seat. “But I’m warning you, Mammon. Our child will have a chocolate fried scorpion face.”

Asmodeus, Leviathan and Mammon's eyes were on you, though their expressions were very different from one another. Asmo's face was one of pure horror, while Levi’s had a mixture of curiosity and disgust. Mammon was very quiet, looking at you with dreamy eyes. “Our child??” he whispered. “Mc you said...” he was interrupted, suddenly pushed by a frightened Asmodeus. “You mean literally?!? You are kidding, right? Darling???”

“I'm not kidding. In fact, when a human doesn't satisfy a food craving, it's said that their baby will have the face of said food.” you shook your face and closed your eyes, feigning pain. “It doesn't matter, Asmo, I'll love it just the same.”

Asmo looked at you suspiciously. “You're lying. I'll ask Solomon.” you looked at him, straight in the eye, a soft smile on your face. “I'll name him Asmodeus!” “OH NO! You won't name a chocolate fried scorpion after me!!!”

“If I have twins I'll name them Levi and Asmo!” you happily said, doing your best to contain the laughter.“ I think I can order a box of chocolate scorpions from Akuzon.” Levi said, growing anxious.

You approached Mammon, laughing at the worried faces of the brothers and whispering softly in his ear. “Can you believe? They're really texting Lucifer! Pfft hahaha!” however Mammon just looked at you, dumbfounded. “You said twins?” you frowned, rolling your eyes again. “I'll tell the truth before they go...and they're gone.” you quickly left the dining room to go find Levi and Asmo, after all you didn't want them buying endless supplies of scorpions.

As the day passed Mammon could tell that you were angry with him, why would you leave him eat alone in the RAD cafeteria if not? And why have you decided to go with Luke instead of staying with him? But what hurted him the most was when you told him how horrible he is. He remember everything very well:

“Of course it's just a saying! I mean, it's ridiculous and I wouldn't like a scorpion-faced kid, you know? ”

“Yes, sure.” He said absently, how could you even consider naming his children after his siblings?!

“You're not listening to a single thing I’m saying, are you?”

“Of course not, treasure!”

“Very well, I promised Luke I’d bake some cakes with him, so don't wait for me.”

“I would never, MC.” He couldn’t stop thinking about it, also, he should start saving for the kids.

“Ugh! You're horrible, you know that?” you said, exasperated leaving him alone.

“What?!”

Mammon didn't understand why you were so angry, he was merely looking out for the future of your children! But he couldn't brush aside the discomfort he feels when you’re mad at him. It wasn't how things are supposed to be. It's you and him together, otherwise he wouldn't know what to do.

So his heart broke a little when at night you decided to turn your back on him, hugging a pillow instead of him. You were still angry and now, thinking back, he could understand why! You were annoyed because thanks to him your son will have the face of a scorpion! Right, who would want that?

He quickly got up to get for some of that damn chocolate. A quick drive to Akuzon will do, but no, the cars' sound will wake you up. He decided against it and used his wings instead, sure that would be exhausting (especially since it’s snowing) but you wouldn't be angry anymore. The path to the store was cold, why can’t his demon form have a sweater?! But it's worth it, he’d freeze to death for you.

“Night! Er- do you have one of those Chocolate Fried Scorpion boxes? I need one. No, two. No no, I want three. You know what? Give me all of them, I want all of them.” However, Little D. No. 2 only looked at him with disappointment. “Mammon, I told you to come an hour ago. There is only one left and Beel has already taken it.” the little demon pointed to a corner where Beelzebub was happily eating a mountain full of scorpions.

“Oh Beel! My amazing little brother! I know ya would always help me!” however, the grin of happiness on Beel's face quickly changed to an expressionless one. “I won't give you anything, Mammon.” “C'mon you have enough!” “No.” Beel changed into his demon form. “I'm warning you Mammon, take one and you'll face the consequences.” Mammon stepped closer and took a box. “Whaddya gonna do, ah?”

This wasn't Mammon fault, really. How could he have known that an entire army of fangol players would show up! Was it supposed to be some kind of mafia?! They had chased him for a whole year before he could escape! He flew as fast as he could back to the HoL, tired, beaten and bruised.

He went to his room, eager to give you the box and demand some reward, maybe a kiss or two (or three, forget it, he wanted them all). When he arrived you weren't there, his bed was empty. He rushed to your room growing desperate, but instead he found you in front of the main door along with several suitcases.

“Oi, whaddya think you're doing?! Where are you goin'?” He was out of breath but had managed to sound angry, he had spent 1 year fighting those fangol freaks so you can have your damn chocolates and look at you! Getting ready to leave him! “Mammon, I'm leaving you. I need a husband and Asmo Jr. needs a father.” Asmo wha-?! He noticed that you were carrying a bundle in your arms, a blue blanket that covered your baby.

“Is that our son?! Let me see him!” he rushed to your side and put his hand to uncover it but stopped, he didn't satisfy your craving for chocolate fried scorpions, so the baby must look like a... He gulped, no, it's okay, he loves his baby even tho his face and his lame ass name.

He slowly pushed away the blanket, closed one eye in fear, and... The baby was fine. He was a boy with brown skin, white hair and beautiful blue eyes. “He looks like you!” you muttered. “He's so beautiful.” You happily said. He would take turns looking at you and then at the baby, how did he managed to make an angel to fall in love with him? He must be the luckiest demon in all of the Devildom.

“Hold him.” Mammon became extremely nervous but excited. “What if I break It?!” you laughed and took his hand with a reassuring smile. “You won't, don't worry. I have to go for Levi Jr.” Mammon could feel both overflowing happiness and utter disgust, happy that you had twins!! Two beautiful babies!! And disgust at the fact that, after all, you decided to use his brothers' names.

“They deserve better names.” he murmured, still captivated by the eyes of his son. “Heh, you're lucky! Aren't ya!?” suddenly, as Mammon tried to caress the baby's cheek, he felt the grasp of his son, a little hand around his index finger. He heard your footsteps and turned around to show you when...“AHHH! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?!?” he covered his son in a protective gesture.

You gasped with indignation. “It is not a thing! It's Levy Jr. and it's your son too” There in your arms was a baby with a perfect human body but his face… well, it looked like an adorable chocolate fried scorpion! “Y-yer kidding, right?!” The greedy demon could pass for Solomon, with the way his entire body lost it's color. “I knew it! You don't love your son!” “That's not it!!” “Then what is the problem?!” he searched frantically for something less rude than the utter and undeniable truth. “You called him Levi Jr!!” “Yeah, Leviathan stays in his room ever since.”

“I don't blame him.” Mammon murmured and he could see you narrowing your eyes. “Kiss him!” You held the baby up to Mammon's face, and he shrank in fear. “What are you waiting for?” The white haired demon couldn’t help but look at the sides, his running away habits were calling him.

He finally looked at the monstrous baby, swallowing hard and cautiously walking towards the baby. “Look at him, Isn't him cute?” Levi Jr. tilted his head and moved his face pincers, a gesture that would be adorable if we weren't talking about an anthropomorphous being. “T-totally.”

As fast as he could, he gave the baby a small kiss on the forehead. “Are you okay? You seem a little pale.” “Just give me a minute.”

As much as it seemed like a nightmare to Mammon, it was also a relief, you were with him and nothing could change th... “AHHHH Fuck, fuck, no! The fuck!” Mammon got behind you faster than light. “M-mc what is that??!” you looked at him, a pained expression on your face. One of your hands held his while the other caressed his cheek. “Sorry, It's my husband. You were gone for a long time and the children needed a father.” “And you chose a frigging gigantic scorpion instead?!”

“Hey buddy, don't worry I'll take good care of them”

“No, no, MC wait, wait, WAIT!!!” Mammon woke up, sitting up immediately on the impulse of fear. His breathing was erratic and he could feel himself shaking. “Mammon? Are you okay?” you yawned.

“I had a nightmare.” his voice was barely audible and that shot some well known alarms. “Those dreams again, love? It's okay, I'm fine.” “No, not those dreams.” You looked at him, he looked visibly affected. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Well, you see... YouwereverymadatmesoIwenttothedevil’smarkettogetyouthosescorpionsyaknowthechocolates.” you couldn't decipher a single word of what Mammon was saying, he didn't even took a breath. “Okay! Okay, slow down, please? Why are you so nervous?” “It was horrible!”

It took time but Mammon was able to slow his speech, the difficult thing now was to keep a straight face. “Oi!! Don't laugh!!” “I'm not laughing!! Pfft Hahaha!!” “You're laughing!! It isn't funny, it's terrifying!!”

“His face was so disgusting!! I felt so guilty.” Mammon was scratching his nape. “You mean Lev-vi Jr., right?? hahaha!” you couldn't stop laughing, even though Mammon's pout made you feel inconsiderate. “This is also your fault! I told you it was just a saying and you ignored me! No wonder why you woke up so pale.” “That wasn't the worst part.”

“No?” “No, I'll tell ya, but don't laugh!” “I promise!” Mammon narrowed his eyes, accusingly. “You're already smiling!” “No, I'm not!” you were, undeniably. “You married a scorpion.” He spoke solemnly, and you tried to hold back your laughter, closing your eyes and nodding fervently one time after another, trying to look concerned.

“He had a suit. Kinda rich.” you bursted out laughing again, hugging Mammon so he couldn't scold you. “So you woke up!” “No.” you raised an eyebrow. “You left me! I begged you to stay and you didn't even turn to look at me.”

“I would never do that, you know it, don't you?” Mammon's nightmares are always horrible, the same could be said of his brothers. Immortal creatures with a never ending pile of fears, an infinite source of material. You hated it. If only you could chase away all those fears and horrors. But you can't and Mammon's face of pain is a constant reminder.

The worst nightmare it's the one where he holds your dying body. Every single time, he would wake up with uncontrollable shaking, tears streaming down his face, and a bunch of half hidden sobs. Those nights he would hugg you tight, his ear in your chest, his heart in your heartbeat. This time, however, he was the one who needed to be held and so you did.

“I could never leave my first, he's my reason for being.” you knew Mammon liked to be praised, not only because his ego, but because he could feel reassured. “My one and only, I love him so, so much. If he ever left me, I would lose all my happiness.” You could feel him sob more than you could hear him. “My treasure.” Mammon was hiding his face, but the color of his ears was a dark shade of red.

“Mammon, do you remember what Asmo said?” he finally looked at you, nodding silently. “Well, I guess I'm the biggest loser out there. But you know what? I feel like a winner, always.”

Isn't that how love is supposed to feel? Losing every game, feel like a winner every time. “Thats's bullshit. Ya know I fell in love with you first. I fell in love with ya every single time.” the way he was looking at you, as if you were the most precios of all three worlds.

“That's why I am so scared, one day you'll finally see what I am made of and you'll leave.” “I know what you are made of, love, tenderness, courage, kindness.” He laughed, but it was bitter and cold. “Greed.” he spat. “Yeah, greedy, selfish at times. Messy and tsundere. Dumb as fuck.” “Oi! Weren't you comforting me!?” you kissed him, trying to put all your feelings into that tender touch. You deepened the kiss, moving closer to him, grabbing his hair. “See? I'm greedy too. I know every part of your soul and I want it all. I won't leave you, ever.”

You could finally see the light returning to Mammon's eyes. His smile reaching those blue eyes you adored. “Of course you wouldn't! Who would leave the Great Mammon, right?” “Right.” There was a silent apology in his eyes, a 'thank you' in the way his gaze softened.

“There is one last thing.” “Don't worry. They'll have their own names.” Both of you laughed, lying down as you face each other. “I think I'm craving something else.” “Oh really? What is it?” you closed the distance, giving him a short kiss, a sweet and tender kiss on his lips. “If I don't satisfy you, our son will look like me.” Mammon couldn't help but remember the little baby from his dream. “If you don't satisfy me, there won't be any baby, dumbass.” he smiled playfully before whispering in your ear.

“Well now, we can't let that happen, treasure.”

Thanks for reading! (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me mc #obey me fandom #obey me gn!reader #obey me angst #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #obey me fluff #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus

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himbopatrol · 1 year

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King With No Crown

King With No Crown - Chapter Two

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC (Nadja Mormont - afab)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: eventual smut, sexual tension, flirting, slightly older oc (she’s 21, Aemond’s 19), typical HOD blood and violence 18+

I hardly proof read, sorry.

Summary: Nadja Mormont has been forced to move to Kings Landing within the Red Keep at the hand of her father. Twenty-one and many suitors behind her she finds her eyes lingering on Prince Aemond.

Chapter Two Warnings: masturbation (m), sword fight, compromising positions

Nadja stared once again in the mirror, only this time in an empty chamber within the Red Keep, not in her lived-in room back at Bear Island. This room was colder, in style and feel. She hoped that with time it would become more her. She picked at the ends of her hair. Thinking of Aegon pushing it back, thinking of him pulling on it, the tug had freed her of a few hairs. She glanced over at the bath side table, she quickly rummaged through the drawer until she found what she was looking for, shears. Back in the mirror she took the first snip. Letting her hair fall to the ground like feathers being plucked. She cut and cut until her hair sat a few inches beneath her chin, messy and shagged, she smiled at her reflection. She let the cut hair burn within the fireplace, watching in amusement.

Nadja called for a handmaiden to fill her bath, as hot as you can make it, she requested despite the late hour. She let her body sink within the murky water, sighing in relief. Her thoughts were with the one eyed prince. Curious about who he was. Curious about what lay underneath the eyepatch. Curious about how he felt under her touch. She thought about how Aemond said her name, so softly.

As Nadjas head hit her pillow she sighed at the cool silk. She only had furs back home, this was different, this was luxurious. She pressed her cheek to the pillow, fingers spreading across the sheets, her legs stretched. She inhaled deeply. She wondered what Prince Aemonds sheets smelled like. She hoped to find out sooner rather than later.

Nadja wandered through the halls during the late morning. Peeking her head around corners catching a few stares from other court goers from her new hair. She played what Aemond said over and over in her head as she continued, this big castle can get a little cramped and I do know my way around it, we’re bound to run into each other eventually. Today she wore yet another simple black dress, with a square cut and long puffed out sleeves. Beads of embroidering scattered here and there. It flowed as she trotted herself around the castle walls and many halls. She held her hands behind her back, practically skipping. She finally found the familiar doorway into the sparring courtyard. The sound of commotion came quickly as the sun began to shine onto her. A couple of guards stood at the top of the stairs. Nadja leaned over the stone wall, eyes immediately settling on what she wanted. There he was, besting a Kingsguard knight.

Aemond stood, slightly bent, eye kept on Sir Criston. For just a brief moment he made the mistake (or pleasure?) of looking upwards towards the balcony. Nadja was bent over the wall, her arms crossed, a smile plastered on her face. And her hair. Oh her hair, he couldn’t stop the large smile tugging at his mouth. Suddenly his back was on the ground and Sir Criston standing over him, holding a hand out to help him up. He glanced back towards Nadja who seemed to be laughing. He groaned, grabbing a hold of Criston, hoisting him up. He tried not to look as she walked down the stairs, pretending to clean his sword. Nadja’s fingers grazed across the rough stone, winding down, waiting for him to look. She kept her composure as she noticed him stealing glances and looking back down, shifting his feet.

“Hello,” she began, taking a look at Aemond and then at Ser Criston who stared her down. “Prince,” she finished. Aemond coughed, looking up as if he had just noticed her, he eyed Criston as well.

“Hello Lady Mormont,” he finally spoke.

“You look well, a sword suits you quite well it would seem,” she flirted, making Aemond clench his jaw. “Are we still on?” She questioned, regarding his request from the night before she held her hands behind her back.

“Of course,” he answered, gaining some confidence.

“My Prince,” Ser Criston Cole began, Aemond put a hand to his chest and kept his eye trained on Nadja.

“Get the lady a sword would you Cole?” Aemond smiled. The knight rolled his eyes walking towards the wooden armory, grabbing a nice looking sword. Nadja held back a playful smile while she held her left hand out for the sword. Criston Cole gently placed the hilt side into her palm, her fingers quick to grasp it. Keeping her eyes on Aemond she rotated the sword a few times, passing it over to her right hand, her left falling behind her back. She hummed.

“This’ll do I suppose,” she smiled, twirling the light sword on her hand, dropping her stance slightly.

“Ready?” Aemond asked, ignoring the feeling in his stomach, watching her twirl a sword around.

“Mhm,” she smirked. Aemond launched forward, Nadja softly stepping out of the way, forcing them to switch positions. Nadja resisted the urge to smack the flat side of the sword onto his behind as he fell past her. “You’ll have to try a little harder than that dear Prince,” she taunted, dodging a slice towards her face. Aemond was getting flustered, his hair whipping around, only making it harder for Nadja to pay attention to the task at hand. Another swing and another miss. She heard a laugh from behind Aemond, don’t be so hard on the boy, she thought to herself. The next swing that came towards her she held up her sword, the metals clashing together. She still kept one hand behind her back, parrying his incoming attacks. Aemond was becoming frustrated, delighted, but frustrated. He unsheathed his personal knife that rested on his hip. “You cheat!” She gasped with a laugh, he lunged at her. Nadja grabbed hold of his wrist with the knife in his hand, squeezing until it clattered into the dirt, her sword resting atop of restrained arm. His sword hand waved in between her arm and hip. She caught him licking his bottom lip, making her smile. She gently tilted her sword until it laid under a chunk of hair, made a quiet comment of, so pretty, before flicking the sword quickly, a couple of inches of his hair falling from his hair. Aemond almost gasped, offended and astonished. With the distraction, Nadja swept a foot under his calf, falling on top of him. She grabbed at his sword, sitting on his chest crossing the swords at his neck. The Targaryen prince has never felt so flustered and exposed, he wiggled for his forgotten knife. She pushed her weight down, her knees pushing his arms down. “Uh uh,” she smiled. The crowd of people in the courtyard watched, stunned. Criston Cole came running up to Nadja, hoisting her up off of Aemond.

“It’s alright Cole,” Aemond groaned, standing and dusting himself off. “She got me fair and square, we were just, playing,” he said nonchalantly, the word playing used to taunt her. Cole reluctantly let go of Lady Mormont, who had dropped the swords so as to not get into any more trouble. “You’re good Lady Mormont,” Aemond commented, brushing back his hair.

“Want lessons?” She teased, he eyed her. “Might take a few years, I am older,” she continued.

“You are?” He questioned, unaware of the fact.

“Yes indeed, I am twenty and one,” she answered. That made something in Aemond stir ever so slightly. Aemond took a full look at Nadja, noticing the wild of her new hair.

“You cut your hair,” he finally commented.

“Does it please the prince?” Nadja asked.

“I liked it long, I like it short,” he replied, his eyes wandering down to her flushed chest and down at her dress. “Your dress is dirty, and ripped at the hem,” he commented quietly, staring at the mud splattered on it and the torn ends.

“Oh,” she looked down at it. “I liked this one too,” she frowned.

“I’ll have one of the handmaidens come to mend it,” Aemond said, more than offered.

“There’s no need Aemond,” she said. He sighed at the sound of his name leaving her lips, as if it was a release for her to finally say it since last night. “I am more than capable of mending my own clothes.”

“You’re a lady of the court now Nadja,” he responded with her own name. “You will act as such,” he instructed, causing her to blush momentarily. “Did my sister show you the gardens?” He asked.

“She did.”

He paused, trying to think of a more princely way to say what he wanted, but it left his lips before he could, “Can I show you the gardens?” Nadja liked the way he asked, so polite, so submissive. She nodded in response. He straightened, “Come then, back to your chambers, someone will be along shortly about your dress,” he insisted, his large hand gathering at the small of her back, pushing her back towards the stairs. Nadja gathered her skirt in one hand just as she took the first step up the stairs, she looked down at her open hand as it wasn’t open. Aemond had cupped his own hand onto hers, guiding her up the stairs from the bottom. She stared down at their hands. His hands were warm, no, hot. No words were exchanged as she continued walking up and he slowly slid his hand away, balling his fist by his side, watching her intently as she ascended the stairs. Aemond whipped around, grabbing for his dagger before pushing past Ser Criston.

“Sir,” he began.

“We’re done for the day,” Aemond spat out, making his way to his own chambers.

Aemond was quick to his room, he had told a handmaiden walking past to take care of Nadja’s dress immediately. Aemond slammed the door shut behind him, his chest heaving. His hands flew to his buckled shirt, tearing away at the clamps and buttons, breathing deeply as he finally was rid of it and it hit the stone ground. He pulled at the ribbon holding back his hair, letting it fall across his bare shoulders, his eyepatch following it. Next were the strings on his now uncomfortably tight pants, he began to untie them as he walked towards his bed, he backed into it, falling onto his back, his feet flat on the ground. He finally untied his pants, pushing them down slightly, letting himself breathe. “Fuck,” he mumbled in a haze, looking at his hardness straining against his undergarments, a wet spot forming at the top. He gave his fingers a flat lick before shoving his hand down his pants, gripping himself tightly. He whined at the contact, biting his lip. Flashes of Nadja’s face, hands, and chest played in his mind, making his hand squeeze harder and move faster, letting out breathy moans. He began to twitch quickly, feeling it, his mouth opened as he threw his head back, letting out one final loud moan, before he was cumming into his hand, spurts of it hitting his stomach, practically sizzling. He sighed in satisfaction, his body relaxed after the most strained 24 hours of his life so far.

“Aemond!” There was a sudden banging at his door, making Aemond flinch. He recognized his mothers voice, stressed. He looked down at his appearance, the white beads stuck to his stomach. Shit, he mumbled. “Aemond!” She cried again.

“Just a minute mother!” He called back, trying not to sound so fucked out. Aemond was quick to yank a linen cloth by his bath to clean himself off. He fumbled with the strings of his pants, before pulling on a short silk robe to cover himself, he was just starting to tie it together when he heard his mother say.

“Oh for heaven’s sake,” she bursted through the door, earning an annoyed sigh from Aemond. He pulled his long hair from the neck of the robe.

“I was just about to open it, mother,” he said calmly. She stared at him, not clueless to what he was just doing, she sighed in a way only a disappointed mother could.

“Were you sparring with Lady Mormont?” She asked.

That cunt Criston, thought Aemond. “Yes I was,” he responded, pouring himself a glass of wine. “She’s better than me. Good thing she’s on our side,” he raised his cup as to toast Nadja Mormont for her skills.

“Aemond you must be more careful,” Alicent sighed.

“And I was mother.”

“People shouldn’t see you in such a compromising position,” she continued.

“What? A woman sitting on me?” He smiled.

“No, fighting with a woman, and not just any woman, a lady no less. A lady of Bear Island and the Summer Isles, someone not to be trifled with,” Alicent continued.

“She wanted to, we were just having fun,” Aemond explained.

“Do you like her?” Alicent asked bluntly. “Don’t lie to me Aemond, I can make the arrangements if we must.”

“Don’t be so hasty mother, we’ve only just met her,” Aemond smiled, happy to know it could be done so easily.

“Aemond,” she warned.

“I shall be more careful mother,” he took her hand in his, the clean one, “Twas only for fun, you won’t hear of it again.”

“Fine,” his mother sighed, going for the door.

“Tell Ser Criston to keep his cunty observations to himself next time,” Aemond called as she left, she hid her eye roll from her son.

Aemond dressed himself, making himself pretty again. He made his way to Lady Mormont’s chambers. He knocked softly and entered when he heard her familiar voice calling, “Yes?” Aemond entered, sheltering his eye from where Nadja stood, a handmaiden bent down at her hem, stitching. Helaena was sitting on her bed, reading a book from Nadja’s library about the Summer Isles. “Oh, hello Aemond,” Nadja said, looking at her figure in the mirror and then at him. He looked like he was glowing, a glint of playfulness in his eye. Aemond bent his head to follow her figure, he was staying quiet. “How can I help you?” Nadja asked, confused by the silence, Helaena looked up, curious to see what her brother would say.

“What are your measurements?”

“What?” Both Nadja and Helaena questioned, not at all expecting that question. Even the handmaiden’s eyes widened at the question.

“Your measurements,” he said slower, still staring at her chest and waist. “What are they?” He finally looked up at her face.

“Can I ask why?” She laughed.

“I need them,” he replied simply.

“Oh,” she responded softly. She told Aemond, who smiled. “What?”

“I was right,” he smirked. Helaena raised her eyebrow, astonished at her brother. Nadja didn’t speak. “Right,” he tsked, “I’ll be back in an hour to take you for a walk,” he smiled before bowing his head politely and leaving.

Soon after he had left another handmaiden had come through the door fabric in hand, she bent quickly, “Lady Mormont,” she said, placing the fabrics on the edge of her bed. “From Prince Aemond, he requested you wear it for your walk, in the hopes you find it comfortable and pretty enough for you,” the handmaiden said as if reading from a note. She left without another word. The handmaiden who had been stitching her dress left with her.

Helaena was quick to unfold the fabric, gasping softly. “What is it?” Nadja asked quickly, sitting on her bed beside Helaena.

“Oh it’s beautiful!” Helaena beamed, feeling the soft fabric beneath her fingers. Nadja finally took a real look at it, it was a dress. Green, silky, sheer. Nadja held it up to herself, it rested just around her ankle, two slits running up her thighs, the chest dipped folded, the straps flat and about two fingers in width. It was littered with small freckled flowers hidden in color. The back dropped dangerously low. “Oh, Aemond,” Helaena sighed, “What a silly boy,” she continued. “What are you waiting for? Put it on,” Helaena said in excitement, turning when she saw Nadja’s hands pushing under her dress. Nadja shimmied off her black dress and slipped on the gift from Aemond.

“Okay,” she finally said, letting Helaena turn around.

“Gorgeous Nadja,” she smiled at her friend. Nadja hummed, popping in front of the mirror to take a long look at herself, her hands running up and down the soft fabric. It fit just right.

Aemond stood outside Nadja’s door a few minutes early in anticipation, waiting to see if she had put on the dress. He had seen the dress the night before being worked on by a handmaiden to some lady of the court he didn’t care to know, and instructed them to give this one to Nadja, size it to her. He held his hands tightly behind his back. A few minutes finally passed, the silence of the hall beating in his ears. He knocked on the large door. Nadja must have just been waiting on the other side as the door opened almost immediately. Aemond had to stop a groan coming from his throat when he saw her. His eye fell quickly to her chest, hugging her breasts, hugging her hips, the slights running high up on her thighs. He resisted the urge to grasp at her soft looking flesh. Then his eye fell to her arms, he was dying to know what hid under her sleeves. Dark lines starting atop her shoulder ran down to her fingers, small accents of shapes and ancient looking flowers in precise spots. She wore her boots she was wearing earlier, black, tied tight to her calves. He liked the contrast of them to her skin and dress. She noticed him staring at the ink on her arms.

“It’s a tradition in the Summer Isles, at least from my mothers family, she has similar ones. I've had them since I was 15, when I visited the Summer Isles,” she explained.

“Ah, I was wondering if you yourself had ever been,” Aemond said, holding out his arm for her to take. They began to walk down the corridor to the large gardens and fountains just outside the Red Keep.

“Yes I have a few times now,” she responded.

“And how did you like it?” He asked, tilting his head into hers.

“Wonderful, the sun, by the Seven, was it wondrous,” she sighed in memory.

“Do they practice the Seven there?” He asked out of curiosity.

“Gods no,” she laughed. “They are devout to their fertility deities.”

“And House Mormont? I assume Bear Island only recognizes the Old Gods,” Aemond replied.

“Hm, that they do,” she nodded.

“Then why do you refer to the Seven?” Aemond stopped and asked, just as the warm breeze hit them as they entered the gardens.

“Because I know where I am,” she replied simply.

“Hm,” Aemond hummed. “Smart, pretty, knows her way around a sword, were you sent to seduce me?” He asked with a playful tone.

“Only if you wish,” she smiled back as they continued their walk. Nadja was quickly distracted by the various fountains, ponds, statues, and variety of trees to continue their flirting. Her hands brushing against every surface she could, her fingertips grazing the water of one of the ponds. The sound of bells of a ship reached her ears, she perked up, eyes settling past a few hedges to a garden wall. Aemond had to pick up his own pace to keep up with her. She let out a gasp when she saw what lay over the wall, the Narrow Sea. She rested her chin on her hands as she looked longingly at the shimmering water and the shining sun turning the water gold. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She sighed.

“Yes it is,” Aemond responded from behind her, staring at her exposed back and cut hair.

“How easy is it to go down there? If I wanted to swim?” She asked, turning around to Aemond.

“Usually not very easy, but I can make it so,” Aemond answered, thinking of which passage to take. She turned back towards the water. “Tell me, did my sister show you the Dragonpit?” Aemond asked, tugging at a smile. Nadja slowly turned her head to Aemond.

“No, we hadn't the time yesterday,” Nadja said.

“Come then, let me show you where the largest dragon in the world resides,” Aemond smirked, holding his hand out to Nadja.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen smut #house of the dragon #game of thrones #i.a.m #ewan mitchell

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houndslayr · 2 years

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Save a horse, ride a cowboy Pt.1

Gender: M! Reader

Pairing(s): Kaeya x Reader

Warning: Cowboy au / rdr2 inspired type thing, Kaeya might be ooc since I dunno much about him

Summary: When a lone rider stumbles upon a beaten-up-looking Kaeya, deciding to take pity on him he helps the rough-looking man.

Words: 933

Recently started getting into rdr2 again (replaying the story for like the 5th time lol) and was like I want to make a cowboy reader fic with genshin so who other to pair a cowboy with than a Cavalry Captain? Also, I can't stop listening to mary on a cross from ghost :') Dunno how I feel about this fic

Fem aligned dni

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The sun was beating down on the poor dark-skinned guy as he lays up against a large oak tree, bloody and beaten after a group of thieves ambushed him. While trying to fight them off his horse got spooked in the commotion bucking him off the saddle and sending him flying onto the ground, the thieves took advantage of that beating him to a pulp and stealing all his shit.

The sound of someone approaching where he lies was heard in the distance, with what little energy he has Kaeya looks over to see a massive cloud of sand and dust kicking getting closer to him. 'Must be a damn big horse if it's making all that big of an impact on the ground.' The battered man was indeed correct as a huge Percheron horse came from the smoke, its black coat shining in the sun as the muscles shifted with the power of its canter.

Kaeya could not see too much of the rider but all he knows is that with the horse and the outfit the cowpoke wears it looks like the grim reaper is coming for him. He closes his eyes hoping that the rider will just pass and not try to rob him as he has nothing left, his stupid Arabian horse ran off like the pussy it is. Much to his dismay, the cowboy stops right in front of him, how can he tell? The clunking of the colossal horse's feet is so loud that he can feel the dust blowing into his face and into his nose almost making him go into a coughing fit.

"Hey mister, you don't look so good..." A gentle but rough voice calls out to him as he opens one eye, the other covered by an eye patch. A deep county accent carries with the man in front of him, the cowboy's (s/c) skin gleams as the sun is right behind him making him look like an angel. Kaeya looks up and down the rider, a black mask donning his face along with a rugged hat. The rest of his outfit consists of red, black, and white, an pistol sits on top of a wonderfully made vest that looks mighty pricely.

A gloved hand snaps its fingers in front of his face, as he registered that the cowpoke jumped down and is now waving a hand in front of the dark-skinned man's face. "Howdy! Did you hear me, sir? Are you alright??" The ringing in his ears now dimming down a bit, as he shakes his head a meager 'no' as a response. Kaeya thinks that if he talked his voice would come out as barely a whisper.

A worried look flashes on the cowboy's face pacing before him, the (s/c) hand wiping sweat off his eyebrow. "I- I can't just leave a man here-" the man in dark clothes quickly spins back around to face Kaeya. "Do you have a horse? What happened? Are you dying?" He begins to nervously ramble off questions that beat his brain, blue eyes just staring at him. If Kaeya could laugh without hurting his bruised ribs then he would be dying on the floor seeing as such an intimidating man can be acting like such a softie.

"OH, I SHOULD PROBABLY GET YOU SOMETHING TO DRINK!" The man grabs a flask from his belt and holds it up to Kaeya's face, helping him drink down the last of the water. After waiting for a little, the dark-skinned man finally seems to get ahold of his voice. "Got robbed.. by a few scums and my stupid horse ran for the hills somewhere." (Y/n) nods, as he looks over to the direction where Kaeya shakily points his finger talking about the path his mount went. "Ah, I can go get 'em for ya' what does your horse look like?" (Y/n) ask, his eyes shifting back to the gruesome-looking guy in front of him. "He is an um-" A cough rattles the man, quickly moving his right arm to wrap around his ribs trying to rub the pain quickly away. "Sorry, he's a black roan arabian, he scares easily so it might be a hassle catching him though."

An overconfident smile makes its way onto the rider, as he let's out a rough chuckle. "Well, you ain't nev'a seen me and my boy in action. I can catch just 'bout anything." He walks forward and hoists his arms carefully around Kaeya holding him in a bridal position, making sure not to hurt him as he walks closer to his draft stallion. "Wait- wait what are you doing?" Kaeya speaks up quickly, his arms finding themselves around the other's neck tightly. "Well, I ain't gonna leave ya here am I?" He boosts Kaeya up onto his mount, soon hoisting himself up behind him. His arms reach around Kaeya's waist grabbing his horse's reins, his chin resting lightly over Kaeyas shoulder and arms barely laying upon the other's hips. "Alrighty bud, go!" He whips the reins, faintly tapping the edge of his boots against his percherons side, yanking his horse's head to the way Kaeya pointed to. "By the way sir, I'm (y/n) and this is my bud Gale" (Y/n) speaks up, not wanting to be riding with someone who doesn't even know his name. "Kaeya, my name is Kaeya.." A little sly smile makes its way onto Kaeya's face as he leans back onto the chest of the other, his pecks feel like plush feeling better than most pillows Kaeya ever has had.

Request are open! Also, I will continue this when I have some time and get some inspiration. Constructive criticism is welcomed :)

#kaeya alberich #kaeya x male reader #genshin #genshin x male reader #male reader #male insert #genshin imagines #genshin kaeya #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin impact x male reader #genshin scenarios #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader fluff #male reader fanfic

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mcx7demonbros · 1 year

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How Much For The Human?

Minific so it’s gonna be short

Pairings. The Brothers x Elias, Mephisto x Elias

C/W. Some idiotic demon offers to purchase the Brothers’ favorite human. Mephisto being OOC.

Also, I’m nearly done with Elias’s Masterlist & profile when I got the inspiration. Maybe I’ll post it tomorrow.

“Lucifer, may I ask a couple of questions about your recent scandal with Agatha the Golden Witch.” Mephistopheles asked after he entered Lucifer’s study at the House of Lamentation.

“No comment.” Lucifer answered bluntly while asking himself who had let this idiotic demon into the house.

“Don’t you think you should clarify something about the rumor?” Mephisto baited the Avatar of Pride but the latter didn’t even look up from his mountain of paper.

Just when Mephisto was thinking of other taunting words when the door opened and Elias entered the room.

“Here’s your hell coffee, Lu-ahem, I mean, my Lord.” Elias coughed as he noticed the noble before putting the coffee on the eldest’s table.

“Thank you.” Lucifer looked at his beloved and smiled.

Did the Lucifer just smile? Mephisto was quick to catch on that Lucifer’s attitude was different from before. To him, Lucifer never smiled, except in the case of his brothers and Diavolo. The demon never smiled to anyone whom he deemed not worth of his presence, including various demons, much less a human. But right at thay moment, Mephisto gave his human steward a genuine smile.

If I buy the human off him right now, what reaction will he have? As Lucifer’s rival, Mephisto couldn’t help but have a nasty thought.

“Hey human, how much for you and your service?”

Lucifer turned to Mephisto, his eyes looking at the noble like he’s a dead demon. You want to steal what’s mine?

Before Lucifer or Elias opened their mouths, the other six brothers entered the room.

“Oi, Elias is not some random good, what makes you think you could buy Elias?”

“That’s right. Elias is not a figurine.”

“Nor a fashion doll.”

“Yeah, we will not sell Elias.”

“Mephistopheles, get out of here before I get real mad.”

“And never come back.”

“Can’t you unruly demons calm down? And I’m asking your steward here, not you.” Mephisto said before turning to Elias “What do you think? I’m sure I can give you the same thing Lucifer promised you. And you will only have to serve me and my well-mannered brother, I believe that will be much less work for you than working for these chaotic brothers.”

“Sound very tempting.” Elias said as the brothers looked at him with surprise face. They were like “Elias, WHAT!?”

“But I have to decline. You see, I’m currently very happy living here with the Brothers.” Hearing Elias answered, all of the brothers sighed in relief.

“Also, if you really want to buy me off the Brothers, you have to offer more than they can or have already offered. Oh, I forget you can’t do that, because to be able to offer more than the Brothers can, you have to be Diavolo or his father.”

“Bl-blasphemous!” Mephisto shouted before leaving the room, embarrassed.

The Brothers burst out laughing and cackle as Mephisto slammed the door. However, their happiness didn’t last long.

“Now, tell me, my dear brothers, why are you standing outside the room. Are you spying or planning a prank?” Lucifer asked as he took out his torture tool.

That damn human, how could he humiliate a prestigious demon noble like that. Mephisto talked to himself as he left the House of Lamentation. But I can’t deny that’s kind of hot. Mephisto thought about Elias’s “defiant moment” as he blushed.

@sparkbeast20 this is a story with my new MC

#obey me #omswd #obey me mc: elias #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mephistopheles #obey me x oc

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onecantsimply · 2 years

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Can I ask for Jack with an artist s/o? (*cough cough* like me)

Yessir yessir-

Some gruesome descriptive stuff ahead, but I’ll let you know when it’ll be around-

• He thinks of it as interesting- You two both have your own joys of art. While you have the normal version, he has… Well, he certainly has colors lmao- But anyways, he finds it endearing to see you focused while you’re doing something regarding art-

- This just gives him an excuse to watch your colors fester within your body- It gives him so much peace when he sees your figure working on something you’ve been going on with for so long. Of course he’ll come over to have you take a break, whether it be forcefully pulling you away from your art station or not- But sometimes if he doesn’t intend to pull you away, he may just hug you from behind and watch as you do your thing. Maybe some tea while you two are there.

- Sometimes Jack lets you paint his tea sets- He finds it amusing to see you focusing on small details while painting to the best of your ability. Sometimes, Jack even happens to get immersed in both the painting and your own colors when you yourself are too focused to watch your own surroundings. It’s rather adorable for him-

- At times where you ask to draw Jack himself, he seems slightly flustered at the question. Though, he’s rather honored for it, and would most definitely sit still to let you draw or paint him. However, he needs to have something to slightly distract him. Like a book, because he may not be as comfortable when it comes to someone staring at him and looking back at their paper or canvas- Of course at times he may need to take a break, so be aware of that- But when you’re done, he’ll always love the product-

- There’s so many things that you’ve drawn to the point that Jack could swear your room may just be filled with portraits of things you’ve drawn or painted- Of course he has no problem with it, but the s p a c e -

- If you decide to sell your stuff just to make money with it, Jack would be pretty surprised to see you come back with a full bag or stack of money- He’s going to get pretty concerned about it too unless you show him your now empty room- “Oh thank God you didn’t become a prostitute...” “What-”

- A n y w a y s - Jack’s completely fine with you selling your drawings or paintings, but he does happen to be sad about seeing some of them go. So he may just steal some of em if he really likes them-

- The slightly grotesque stuff will start from here, so if you don’t wanna read it, then don’t scroll past- But I know damn well you’re gonna do it anyways- -

- Okay if we may just move on to some gruesome stuff because I’m out of ideas for an artist reader lmao-

- If you happen to be an artist that has a small affection for killing as well, Jack would be pretty interested to see that stuff you can draw or paint from the sight of the corpse he had mingled with for a bit. While it could take a small while, he’d always love to see the result to keep with him just so he could see the work he had done. Bonus points if you add in the color of fear that he sees when his victims are at the climax of their death.

- If you can make it look realistic, Jack would love every single detail. The blood, the attention and close looks into the wounds he had created on his own victim, the color he had inflicted... All of it is a beauty that he had never thought he would see on his very same victim... twice... It makes him want to praise how you can draw or paint so well.

- Alright, if you make yourself known as a killer in his very same area before disappearing just like he had done... It would just get him awestruck with his faintly changing emotions and expressions.

- His expression of entertainment whenever he sees the colors of fear upon the victims you strike fear into while carving your own work into them.

- His expression of slight curiosity when you may sometimes intentionally leave your own artwork behind with some certain parts covered by your victim’s blood, as well as a fake signature.

- His expression of love when you’re simply... doing what you do best. It really does seem like your best coping mechanism, especially when it comes to illustrating something you yourself had created.

- He can’t get enough. And whether he will become a piece of art that you will add to your own collection of kept pieces... The pieces you had deemed as most beautiful... Whether Jack will join that collection or not if he passes from your hands, he will always keep that color of your true love hidden within his own heart.

#record of ragnarok #jack the ripper x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #jack the ripper record of ragnarok #jack the ripper

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binkszamsstuff · 2 years

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Your mine or you'll be nothing

summary: when the shy beefy guy who where glasses and works at your favorite bookstore takes a liking to you will you submit or run.

Warnings: stalking!, dark! Soft bucky barnes, smut, sex doll, male masterbation, stealing panties, bucky being a creep. !!!From buckys point of view

a drabble series

Dark! Soft bucky barnes x sweet reader

I watched the the group of teenage age girls giggle off while I restocked the panflits that sat on the spinning rack by the counter. Today was a long day, too many teenagers coming in just be loud. An old man coughed right in my face while he was paying for his book about deit and health.

I almost closed the store early. Almost. And I'm glad I didn't, just as I was finishing up restocking and wiping down the counter a girl walked in. Not just any random girl. Y/n. Y/n walked in and smiled at me her long soft hair flowing over shoulder. The while sundress she wore made my dick hard in a second flat. "Hi! How's your day been buckraoo?" She asked me her eyes filled with light and warmth all for me. "Hey sunshine! I'm okay, just restocking" she smiled again "so what book are you here for now?" I asked, y/n always came once a week to buy a book she said it was her weekly reward and she also that I was kinda another like a weekly for her because I'm her friend. Jeez when she said I almost kissed eight there. "Ahh..um I'm not here for that, i-i was wondering if you wanted to go on a lunch date on Saturday in the park?" I froze it was like time stopped. "I-I would love to y/n!" Her worried expression changed to one beaming with happiness. "Okay! S-sorry I was so nervous" she let out a chuckle well wiping her hand on her dress. "No need doll, I could never say no to you" her and I spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing. Leaving little touches here and there.

Once I closed up the book store I walked home a smile on my face as the music blasted through my head phones.

For once In my life I someone who needs me, someone I've needed so long. For once, unafraid, I can go where life leads me. Somehow I know I'll be strong.

Y/n loved this song she said that she listens to it whenever she's happy. As I reached my apartment the song faded into another. I ripped my headphones out after pausing my music, my bedroom door was open right like I left it there she sat. Y/n she sat in my bed laying flat on the pillow, her y/c/e eyes plastic and hungry. "I got a date with y/n today! And shes the one who asked me! I knew you loved me" I whispered to the her as i ran my hands all over her naked rubber skin.

I bought the customized sex doll because I could customize it to look like y/n. Duh. I undressed myself my cock painfully hard "fuck! I need you baby" I grabbed the lube smearing it on my dick I lined myself up and started to thrust.

"Yeah that's it!" I squeezed its boobs and kissed its neck. In my head I could hear her moans and whimpers for me.

🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘

Saturday came and there we where sitting on a blanket eating lunch and watching the ducks swim in the lake. We laughed and held hands, her eyes filled with love everything light. We spent the whole day together walking around and exploring, the warm summer sun now setting "bucky I really had a great time! Umm do you want to go another date...with me?" She was looking down scared of my rejection but I would never let her down. I live for her. "Dolly! I would love to go on another date with you" and to my next surprise she stood on her tippy toes and pecked my lips giggling. As she went to stand back on the bottom of her feet but I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her. God she tasted so much better then the rubber. Our tongues and lips locked as she wrapped her arms around my chest, time stopped instantly fire works went off In my head. When we broke for air she smiled like the sun "geez..oh wow! That was the best kiss I've ever had!" She stuttered out. "Good night dolly. I'll see you later" I said before I kissed her one last time short and sweet "bye bucky! Sweet dreams"

#Spotify #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #marvel #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshots #steve rogers #dark bucky x you

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didyoutrydynamite · 2 years

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Hey any extra ideas for the jnrz Jr it's been awhile since I've seen anything from that au maybe something like jaune protecting neon from a pushy guy (neon doesn't need it but she still appreciates the act especially from her sweet boyfriend.)

OH THAT WOULD BE CUTE!

~O~O~O~O~O~

A young Neon Katt finds herself being annoyed by a the villages local bully, Chadwick, who once again is failing to convince her to ditch Jaune and become his girlfriend instead...

Chadwick: But he's a loser cry baby!

Neon: Jaune is NOT a loser! He's cute, nice to me, and Ma says only real men cry!

Chadwick: Jaune? A man? Well I bet Jaune doesn't have these. *Tries his best show off his eight year old muscles*

Neon: *heavy sarcasm* Wow. Amazing. Now get lost and flex somewhere else.

Chadwick: Not until you're my girlfriend! *grabs Neon by the arm*

Before Neon can sock the brat in the face, a familiar voice catches their attention.

Jaune: H-Hey! Leave her alone!

Chadwick: Look it's the crybaby now! What you gonna do huh? Cry as I take your girlfriend?

Jaune: *Puts up his dukes* I said let her go!

Chadwick: *Lets go of Neon and starts strolling towards Jaune* Just try and hit me, Hero.

Jaune charges tries to land a very flimsy punch on Chadwick, who just simply side steps it and punches Jaune hard in the gut, causing him to bowl over onto the ground in pain.

Neon: JAUNE!

Chadwick: HA! Some man, Neon. Oh I think he's crying already! *Leans down towards Jaune as he struggled on his hands and knees* Is crybaby sad I'm stealing his girlfriend? Boo-hooo-

Jaune: *Takes a handful of dirt and sand and chucks it right into Chadwick's eyes and open mouth*

Chadwick: *spits and coughs up dirt* M-My eyes-!

Neon: *Runs up and lands a round house kick to the side of Chadwick's head, causing him to stumble, tripping straight over Jaune's hunched form, sending the bully straight to the ground hard*

Chadwick: *Rolling on the ground, bawling his eyes out* WAAAAHHHHH!

Jaune: *Shakily gets up and grabs Neon by the hand* C-Come on! Before we get in trouble! *Run's away with Neon in tow*

After a little bit of running, the two of them find a nice place to stop.

Jaune: *Turns to Neon* Are you ok?! He didn't hurt you or anything did he?

Neon: *Grabs Jaune into a tight hug* My Hero! *Kisses his cheek with a wet smack* MWAH! Best boyfriend ever!

Jaune: *Big blushing mess*

#jnrz ask #jaune arc #neon katt #jnrz jr #jnrz au

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Chapter 6

Xavier Thorpe x O/C

I always looked forward to my weekly facetime with Freddie, I really lucked out to have a brother like him. He was protective… maybe a little too protective but at least I knew he cared. Most importantly he always found time for me, even if I was ranting on about how much I hated school and telling him all about my boy problems. My phone was vibrating and his name popped up on my screen. I was so jealous of the life he was living. It was my mission in life to get to Nevermore. Swiping to answer him I was greeted by his face with a massive grin appearing on my screen followed by a wave which I copied.

“How are you?” Freddie asked, I could tell he was in his dorm as I recognised the walls and the bed in the background. He must have been sat at his desk.

“I’m doing okay.. Are you?”

“No trouble this week? I’m good, just got back from lesson and have free time for the rest of the day” his attention turned away from me as if somebody had entered the room. The sound of laughter vibrated. I could only assume it was Ajax and Xavier.

“You alright boys?” Freddie greeted his mates. I heard the voices reply and it confirmed my beliefs of it being his two best mates. I knew Freddie was well-liked at the school, he didn’t tell me too much but I knew Ajax and Xavier were two guys he appreciated by his side.

“Hey, er Alana, I need to pee real quick.”

“Oh okay… don’t take me with you” I chuckled as I watched him stand from his desk.

“Kay, I’ll put you on the phone to Xavier” I gulped feeling nervous that I was about to see Xavier, he was so beautiful.

“Put a jumper on Alana!” Freddie said as he handed the phone over to Xavier. I was wearing a low cut crop top only because it was scorching weather and comfortable.

“It’s roasting here Freddie!” I yelled back hoping he’d hear. I saw his face on my screen and Ajax sat in the background. Ajax waved and I did too.

“Hey Alana!”

Freddie would usually say Xavier was quiet and moody, sometimes reclusive but whenever I saw him, even for a few quick seconds he was smiling.

“Hey Xavier…” I didn’t know what to say… it was as if my mouth dried up like the Sahara Desert. It was awkward for a few seconds as we continued to stare at each other.

“So.. how’s you and Bianca?” Xavier was way too good looking to stay single and it was true Bianca was his girlfriend, she’s one of the most stunning sirens I’d ever seen.

“ Bianca? Actually, Bianca and I broke up a couple months ago… didn’t Freddie tell you”

What?! For some reason my heart was beating so fast, then I watched the way he licked his bottom lip as he finished speaking.

“I’m sorry to hear that” I replied… I wasn’t sorry at all, it also explained why she hadn’t posted pictures of them recently on her Instagram.

“Yeah, I broke it off so it’s all good”

Xavier was beginning to see Alana in a different light, she was always just Freddie’s sister but in this moment she was Alana. She radiated sweetness and warmth. To Xavier she was bewitching from her shimmering eyes, to her lips which he couldn’t stop stealing glances at, he even found himself having to remain polite and try not look at her cleavage which was a struggle but he was utterly consumed by her.

……………………………………..⭐……………………………………..

“Alana?” Alana was alone at her bench in the quad and her head was buried deep into a book about telekinesis as she was hoping to continue learning more about her own powers, she was also jealous of Freddie’s healing powers, she desperately wanted to have her own unique power.

“Kent?” Her voice was surprised to see him looking down at her, they did speak everyday but mainly in class, they hardly ever conversed in their own time. Setting her book down she waited for him to reply.

“I was just wondering if I could ask you something?”

“Er.. yeah sure, what's up?” Kent sat opposite Alana, she was sensing he was nervous due to the constant coughs in his throat and wiping his hands on his trousers as if he had sweaty palms.

“ I just wondered if you were going to the Rave’n’?”

“Yeah, I’m going…” Alana nodded.

“With anyone?”

“Yeah, Enid and Wednesday” Alana was a little gutted she didn’t have a date, she was even more gutted it wasn't with Xavier but she kept reminding herself she was better off without him.

“Isn’t Enid going with Ajax.”

“Yeah… I’m like crashing it. Not sure what Wednesday is doing though.”

“Well… do you want to maybe… go…go with me?”

“With you?” Alana’s head lowered and her lips hung open slightly stunned by Kent’s proposal.

“I mean if you dont…”

“Yeah okay.” Alana interrupted him.

“Yeah okay?” Kent repeated Alana’s words with a smile clearly chuffed she had agreed.

“Yeah. I’m just surprised because I only spoke to you for the first time last week.”

“I mean if you don’t ask you don’t get. Right?” Kent pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders. Alana stood up from her bench waiting for Kent to join her so she could hug him. Kent’s arms snaked around Alana’s waist as he enjoyed the embrace.

“I’ll meet you at the bottom of the stairs near the entrance tomorrow then?” Kent asked.

“Sure” Alana battered eyelashes, a lip bite interfering with her smile.

The other side of the quad sat Xavier, he’d stopped sketching a drawing of Alana reading when Kent had stood in the way of his vision. He couldn’t quite make out what was happening and why Alana was so pleased, as Kent walked away Xavier and Alana made eye contact. To both of them it was always electrifying when their eyes met, they were drawn to each other like two loving soulmates. She was the first to look away, ignoring any urge to talk to him and acknowledge any of those flapping butterflies in her heart. His ears pricked up when he saw Kent and his twin Divina about to walk past him…

“She said yes?” Divinia spoke clearly enough for Xavier to hear.

“She did. You’re on your own now sis”

“It’s okay I’ve got Yoko for the Rave’N’’ anyway”

Alana had agreed to go with Kent to the Rave’N’? Xavier felt a mixture of feelings he went from rage to misery in under zero point one second.

Xavier found himself in Ajax and Freddie’s room, he needed to vent about Alana and Kent… with obvious intentions to tell Freddie about Kent and Alana.

“Fucking Kent?” Freddie spat, his eyes wide open. Xavier rolled his lips inwards nodding his head.

“That’s a joke right?” Ajax laughed looking between both boys trying to lighten the mood realising that neither boys were laughing or looking impressed in the slightest. Freddie put a pillow onto his face and screamed into it.

“Same.” Xavier responded to Freddie’s own outburst by leaning his forehead on the wall and letting out a small groan in frustration.

“What are you vexed at.. She ain't your sister” Freddie questioned, peering over his pillow but still clutching it to his chest.

“You know why Freddie” Xavier’s turned away from the wall his voice was low as he let his head drop down to look at the floor and put his hands in his pockets

“This can all get solved if you just tell him Freddie!” Ajax spoke up, grabbing the pillow from him. The expression on Freddie’s face towards Ajax was cold and unimpressed with Ajax.

“Tell who what?” Xavier’s interest had peaked.

“It's nothing! I know you like her and I do trust you and I’m just not ready for you and her… you’re my mate… she’s my sister.” Freddie was still staring out Ajax as he snatched back his pillow, throwing it over his head to rest on it. Xavier, now even more intrigued, strided over to the boys, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Ajax and peered down at Freddie who’s eyes darted to the ceiling to avoid all eye contact with Xavier.

“One of you will tell me what’s going on”

“Xavier…Freddie…”

“Ajax!”

Ajax closed his eyes, he couldn’t keep the secret from Xavier any longer.

“Freddie told Clarissa to use her siren song on Alana and tell her you kissed Bianca and said those things about her!” Ajax blurted out without any pauses, he was winded by a pillow being thrusted into his midsection.

Xavier raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

“You did what?”

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fanfiction #xavier thorpe fic #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe fluff #netflix #Wednesday #xavierthorpe #xavier thorpe x o/c #xavier thorpe oneshot

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The silence was awkward. Usually he had something to brag about and he was able to plan ahead, like at the buffet. His eyebrow ticked, and his realization from earlier was less funny now. After a few more bites, he finally spoke up, "You know. This is the first time I've been taken to eat somewhere by somepony who didn't pay to fuck me first or for business."

“Well th- that’s their fault for missing out on a g- good time,” Randy replied, smiling as he gently nudged him. He sipped some water, then raised a brow. “.. Th- that doesn’t make this d- date awkward.. does it?”

He sipped some wine then ate more calzone. "I don't think awkward is the right word." he shrugged, then eyed Randy curiously for a bit. What exactly was the right word? Nopony was getting anything out of this, except for this itself and that was... Simple and somehow almost pleasant? Randy made him breakfast and was now buying him lunch. "It's... Mmm... New. Taking a bit to adjust."

“Well.. i- if we keep g- going on dates, you’ll g- get used to it.” Randy blushed a bit and chuckled softly as he snuck a piece of Spinel’s calzone with his fork, putting it in his mouth quickly. He sounded like he was kidding, but Randy wanted more than anything to make this a regular thing, especially after yesterday.

Spinel quirked a brow at him. Did this mean they were... Technically dating, then? Or was Randy implying they should be dating? He had no idea what that exactly meant. He wrinkled his nose and shrugged. "As long as the food's good, I wont complain."

“Hmmm, th- then maybe I’ll let you pick the restaurant next time.” He stuck out his tongue as he softly poked at the rigatoni. “C- Compared to the b- buffet yesterday, this suddenly b- became very bland.” He chuckled, and decided to steal another piece of Spinel’s calzone. He wasn’t sure if Spinel was okay with him suggesting that they go on more dates, but he decided to take the very loose answer as a solid “maybe.”

"Hm, or maybe a bar." he mumbled and trailed off, putting a fork in to the tiramisu. It was just so strange thinking of going out to get food for the sake of just doing it, not for show or anything. He eyed Randy, taking a bite and enjoying it but still in thought. It would probably be less awkward if Randy wasn't the one buying. Or maybe if Randy were taller... His eye ticked, and he looked away to keep to his cake. Those thoughts were going nowhere pleasant and he didn't want them any more.

Randy laughed, and leaned on the table, deciding to start on his own cake. “W- Well, you can imagine h- how much I like b- bars.” He took a bite of the tiramisu, and looked over at Spinel. “S- So, what el- else do you want t- to do today?” he asked through a tiny mouthful of cake.

Thank Celestia, a change in topic. He looked back, "Well, I'm going to have to go back to 'work' myself. Even with all this other crap going down, I have to keep acting like there's nothing wrong."

“O- Oh.. um, okay. I guess I’ll go b- back to the office and show off more!” He was a bit disappointed, but he knew Spinel had things to do. He stole one more bite of the Calzone, and then sipped some of the wine.

He tapped a hoof in irritation, finishing off the tiramisu that he was working on fairly quick. "You should try that tea." His eyes wandered suggestively over Randy, "Maybe call me tonight and tell me how it goes." He paused, then smirked, whispering in Randy's ear, "I've never had phone sex before~ Could be fun."

Randy nearly choked on the wine, and had to cough a couple times to force down what got caught in his throat. He looked over at Spinel, cheeks flushed. "N- Neither of I.." he laughed, embarrassed by his reaction.

Spinel grinned triumphantly, mocking Randy a little by giving him a smooch on the cheek before focusing on his meal again, finishing the rest in confidence. "I'll be waiting for the phone to ring then. Maybe I should prepare myself a bath too, that could be fun." he snickered, enjoying the thought of this more and more. Someone to casually fuck and spend time with maybe? Was that what this was? Was there a word for that? He could accept that better than a 'relationship' at least, it sounded less complicated and more enjoyable. Best yet, money didn't have to be a factor.

#spinel #rp snippet

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rg-realgb-fanfic · 1 year

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Peter Whump - Cold

Sooo I found one I had forgotten I had written, it was hiding a folder... enjoy?

He hovered over the sleeping human watching him curiously. He had been told before to not bother them during the night. Something about human's needing sleep to be coherent and not cranky..? He floated back and forth as quietly as he could careful not to drip any ectoplasm on the human below him. Maybe this human needed more sleep all the time? After all he was constantly cranky, always shouting at him, throwing stuff at him, threatening to put him in the containment unit and all for stealing a few cookies…and last nights dinner, something called upside down pineapple cake …oh and the doughnuts….

He started to go float over to sleep beside Ray when he heard strange noises coming from the human below him. He got a little closer and heard then noises again…it sounded like a monster? Even though this human was loud when he was awake, when he was asleep he was the opposite - this noise was new. It sounded a little like the time the thing they called a sink got clogged.

The ghost sat there hovering for a few seconds trying to remember what Winston and Egon had done to unclog the "sink" when the human beneath him turned on his side and started to cough - this time the "monster" noises were back - whatever Monster was there was going to hurt his friend!

He started to try and wake up the human when he thought he saw ectoplasm …a tiny bit… coming out of his nose…!? He knew enough about humans to know that wasn't right! He flew over to Ray screaming at him to wake up.

Ray sat up looking disgusted and half asleep as he and his sheets dripped in ectoplasm. He sighed, "…Slimer what is it? It's late and these were my favorite sheets?!"

The green ghost shook and pointed towards the other side of the room. Screaming in his ghost speak about one of them being possessed.

"Ok ok calm down, you're saying Peter is possessed by a ghost? He just said that get you to leave him alone! We told you slimer, humans need sleep at night."

Slimer threw his arms up and then reached down pulling Ray to his feet frantically. He explained as best as he could what he saw …the clogged sink and green goo.

Knowing he wouldn't get any rest if he didn't get up to see what Slimer was going on about, Ray got out of bed stretching, he yawned trying not to wake the others. "..Ok ok Slimer, show me what is so wrong?" Mentally he was preparing himself for his friend's endless tricks on their green ghost friend. Slimer stayed behind him though as he walked over - the only thing abnormal about this was Peter was snoring. "..He's just play sleeping to scare you so you'll leave him alone. Come on Slimer, go back to bed and leave Peter alone. You know how cranky he gets when you wake him in the middle of the night."

Slimer looked past Ray worried, he knew what he saw. He shook his head not letting Ray past him. The human in front of him heaved a sigh and turned back around, "Fine. Show me…"

Ray watched as Slimer slowly got closer - he himself was waiting on his friend to jump up out of no where and scare the ectoplasm out of Slimer (and himself) … but this time nothing happened. "Ok jokes up, Peter, stop scaring Slimer." He said trying to wake him up and prove he knew what prank was coming. "I'll take him downstairs, just prove to him you aren't a monster or possessed by one."

Slimer floated behind Ray waiting for it too, but nothing came. The other two hadn't woken up behind them either …but the one in front of them hadn't budged. They looked at each other confused and becoming worried. Slimer watched as the human started to shake the sleeping one ..but he stopped quickly. "Ok Slimer, you win, but he's not possessed….I think he's just sick."

The green ghost looked puzzled at the word. Ray sighed trying to figure out how to explain it. "Humans ..c-can uh…get sick - not feel good sometimes and just need rest…" Slimer nodded taking it all in. "That means you need to leave him alone, let him sleep until morning. Come on over here with me until morning."

Slimer hovered over his friend's sleeping body for a few seconds longer looking to Ray before shaking his head. He floated over hovering just above the mattress and gave a garbled 'not leaving his side' and 'I won't wake him I promise'.

He watched helplessly before giving in and nodding. "Don't slime on him either, not until we know what's going on. For all I know it could be just a cold or something worse…"

*~*

There was a loud sneeze from upstairs and a groan that rattled everyone downstairs. "…sleeping beauty is finally awake." Egon said not looking up from his paper, only pausing long enough to rearrange his glasses so he could read.

"Can't he ever wake up quietly ….and what was with that sneeze? It sounded like King Kong met Dumbo.." Winston added - he was still half asleep, only half attempting to eat the pancakes in front of him. Jeanine had made breakfast since Peter decided to sleep in - in one world it was inedible, not even Slimer would touch it. Speaking of Slimer, Winston looked around. "…is it just me or is it really quiet? Where is the "spud" as Peter calls it?"

As if in response there was a yell, "Get away - sneeze - from me !" and a crash then a thud of a body hitting the floor followed it. "Unnghh, ok ok what bus hit me….?"

Ray came running in from the garage at the commotion. "Did Slimer slime Peter? I told him not too." He sighed heading up the stairs. "Slimer, what did I tell you about sliming someone who isn't feeling well?!"

The last sentence perked the other two up, looking at each other they got up from the table and headed up the stairs curious about what Ray knew and what they didn't.

"It's so lovely when someone knows something about yourself before you even know it…" Came the weak response from the man on the floor. "When were you going to clue me in that I was apparently hit by a truck?"

"You weren't hit by a truck, you probably just have a cold." The other said. "Need a hand up?"

"As soon as my eyes stop trying to play around the world in 80 days…"

When they got up there Slimer was floating around Peter's face frantically, not touching him but almost close enough to slime him. "And someone g-get the green potato away from me…he's making it worse!"

"Slimer, come over here." Ray commanded pointing to his side.

"H-He's a ghost not a dog, Ray…I've explained t-this to you many times.." Peter curled up on his side clenching his eyes shut trying to stop the wave of dizziness and the aches all over his body. "Are you sure it wasn't a truck that hit me?"

"Positive. Unless it came in through the window and hit you in bed while you slept?"

The man on the floor pushed himself to a sitting position feeling dizzier as he did. "..S-So a ghost truck? Seems reasonable."

"Ghost trucks don't cause feverish red skin or a cold sweat." Egon responded kneeling down to feel his forehead. "And you're burning up."

"…wonderful." Was the only response as Peter closed his eyes to keep from getting sick, the roller coaster his vision was on had yet to let up.

Silently Egon helped him stand and back to bed knowing better than to say anymore - after rooming with Peter in college he'd learned to keep his mouth shut. Pride was one thing Peter took seriously above everything else, even in front of his friends. "Ray, how did you know Peter was ill?"

"Oh that’s easy, last night Slimer woke me up…said Peter was possessed or something ..and I felt his fever just when I got close to him. I didn't want to wake him up though.."

"Stupid spud, I'm not possessed nor am I that sick. It's just a cold." As he said this, a shiver ran up his spine. His gut was telling him this was more than a cold but he wasn't going to let it beat him like this.

"Looks like you need bed rest for a couple of days." Winston says as he walks over with a blanket. "And chicken noodle soup and cartoons!"

"What am I - 8?!"

"Mentally or Physically…?" Egon asked giving a rare snide joke. The glare he received was enough to tell him he'd made a "funny". "Either way, Winston is right. You need to rest or you won't get well. We'll call a doctor to make sure it's nothing too awful."

"I'm telling ya, you are just over reacting. It's just a cold and a slight fever-" As he tried to speak Egon forced a thermometer into his mouth. He grumbled around it crossing his arms, he was too distracted to notice his yellow pajamas were drenched in sweat.

Ray was already on it getting new pajamas, he started to dig through Peter's closet. "..Stripes or blue?"

Peter grumbled around the stick in his mouth. "His highness wants stripes." Egon translated dodging a weak attempt at a punch. "Save your strength, I have a feeling you're going to need it." As he said that it beeped and he took it out. He raised his glasses to look at the number then silently hands it to Winston who whistles handing it to Ray who exchanges it for clean pajamas.

"..So Is a-anyone going to tell me what my magic number is or am I going to have to guess?" Even though he was trying to act normal, his voice sounded distant and weaker. His energy was quickly dissipating.

"Too high. You need to rest. I'm calling the doctor." Egon stood up and hurried downstairs taking the fire pole.

"What's with him?" Peter asked laying his head back into the pillows.

"Peter, you've got a pretty high fever. It's almost 103.." Ray responded sitting on the edge of the bed to show Peter the thermometer. Slimer floated behind Ray looking terrified. "We're just worried… you don't usually get sick."

Peter blinked a bit embarrassed at all of the attention, "I'm human, I think I'm allowed a few mistakes here and there."

Winston sat the pajamas down on the nightstand leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "Well, no offense, but I definitely don't want it, Peter - so if you're contagious I'll be staying clear away."

"That's fine, all t-three of you can stay away if you need too." He sat up doubling over to cough, they sounded hoarse and barking just like last night. Ray watched worried as he handed Peter a handkerchief. Peter took it coughing up green mucus inside of it.

Slimer caught sight of it and started to fly around Peter apologizing for sliming him that he didn't mean too. Ray reached out and caught him pulling him away, "Easy, Slimer. That's not ectoplasm. Humans can get that when they are really sick." Slimer stopped flying around and hovered in the air still looking upset - he was worried.

"Ughh great I'm turning to the giant green goo monster." Peter said, his voice going in and out. His dizziness had returned as he fell back into his pillows. He was feeling sleepy again. "….R-Ray, I-I think you're right, I think I need to rest."

Winston looked up at this, it was rare for Peter to admit anything like this, he exchanged worried looks with Ray. "Yeh, just rest, Peter. You'll feel better in a few hours."

"Of course he will!" Ray exclaimed trying a little too hard to sound optimistic. He pulled the covers up over his friend and picked up the knocked off teddy bear placing it beside Peter's pillow. "Come on Slimer, let him rest."

Slimer reluctantly followed the other two letting Peter sleep.

#real ghostbusters #peter venkman #slimer #ray stanz #winston zeddemore #egon spengler #peter whump

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rusted-sun · 2 years

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MineCraft AU:

NOT FULLY ANGST BUT STILL IT HAD UTS OPTIONS

The Dragons are connected to 112 and Chandler

Chandler has better control over their dragon, vs 112 who basically is a parent instead of a commander.

Actor and Dark HAD Dragons, the Lava Creature, and the Bird Dragon. But 112 took them both, since Neither or wanted to actually connect with their dragons. But when they walked into the portal, they turned into large Axolotls, they can turn back of course, but as long as their in the aether it’s a feathery Axolotl and a Lava Axolotl.

they live in the Dragons lair tho <3

"not fully angst but still has options" oH HO HO I REGRET TO INFORM YOU I CAN O N L Y SEE THE ANGST POTENTIAL HERE,,,,

like... one of the dragons get killed *cough* my last story *cough*

maybe before they were fully trained, one of the dragons happened to get a lil s p i c y and yknow.. death and / or injuries... those are always a treat.

but fr i also see a bit of fluff potential. maybe dark wanted to kill his one cuz he thought it was useless, but since chandlers one got slayed, they adopted it. now dark's gotta put up w it or else he's sleeping on the couch /j /j /j. same could go w 112 and actor tho! bet he thinks dragons are big yucky gross lizards that should be put down immediately.

or mb more fluff. let's say that before any of their relationships were official, the dragons fucking teamed up and were like

actors dragon : alright if i steal this very important object from 112 and add it to my hoard, it's gonna force 112 to come over and look for it! therefore those 2 lovesick fools end up spending more time together!

112s dragon : holy shit you're a genius! im getting a bit sick of 112 daydreaming about him so this is PERFECT. lets do this fuck yeah

#resonse #112 writes #minecraft au

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edensrose · 2 years

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyandere

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ yandere!legolas ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. what was it you said? it wasn't meant to be? well, legolas simply couldn't accept such a notion ( yandere themes ៸៸ mention of blood ៸៸ death ៸៸ possessive & obsessive behaviour ៸៸ dark themes in general, viewer discretion advised )

· ⊰ note. okay since literally EVERYONE decided let's enable and condone eden's nonsense THIS is now here as an alternative ending to this one-shot. y'all asked for it <3

“Tell me.’’

“L-Legolas -”

“Tell me!”

You choke on a cough, lids wide, eyes frazzled and limbs scrambling for leeway against his frigid form 一 only to seize movements momentarily and whimper at the tightness around your throat.

Tears cascade down your face, trailing waterfalls along your chin and dampening his fingers that mercilessly clenched around your neck. Shattered irises that once reflected heartache now displayed one thing and one thing only:

Madness.

“Say it’s me. . .’’ The words tremble with an underlying tone, willing to break free into a roaring shout should you disobey him yet again. “Tell me I’m the one. That you are mine.’’

You make the mistake of stealing a glance at the mangled corpse, shedding tears at the sight of your husband’s once glimmering hues; now dull and withered, much like the rest of his form. Regret settles in as a harsh jerk leaves your head spinning and the hold on your throat alternates to your jaw instead.

“Don’t you dare look at him 一 look at me!” The gentle breeze which was once his voice had turned into a fierce storm, threatening to rip open your entire being should you drive him further off the edge. . . if that was even possible.

“Legolas!” A cry breaks free at last from the sting of his nails leaving crescent indentations upon your skin, teetering the point of breaking through flesh; as if you hadn’t been soaked in crimson enough. “Legolas, Legolas. . .” The cry morphs into a shattered sob as you plead for favour from every divine being imaginable. Hoping, praying for something 一 someone, to save you from the shadow of the man you once knew.

“That’s it,’’ his eyes soften altogether, mimicking their prior norm. As if he was back to his usual self, as if the clouds of craze had departed. “That’s it, my darling. I’m the only name you know, isn’t that correct?” He leans in to lap at the trail of tears staining your cheek and shudders against your ear. “My darling little rosebud, now we can be together. See? It truly was meant to be.’’

Icy lips find yours, brushing over at first before seeking to consume you whole as he presses a vigorous kiss to your mouth. Oh, how you had longed for this, to feel the sensation of such affection. . . Back then. Not now, not like this. And definitely not at the expense of your beloved.

You attempt to jerk your head, pressing hands to his chest and knocking palms against him. Only to have your wrist seized and ultimately slammed into the wall of which your back presses against. “Stop,’’ he parts, the light drained from his cerulean pearls once more, replaced by that of a malicious flame. “Trying. To.” You gasp for air once more as the restriction to your throat returns, this time completely cutting off your intake. “Push me. Away again!”

Stars and black dots splodge your vision as your very soul threatens to leave quaking form. “C-. . .Can’t 一 Le. . .’’

“Oh, you can’t?” He croons, a grin twisting his expression. “You simply take my breath away, darling. Would it not be fair for me to return the favour?” If the hold on your neck was not enough to strain your breathing then the kiss forced to your lips again would. For it was vicious, cruel, albeit passionate yet lacking all love that he claimed to have for you. With a force strong enough to push your head back into the wall, you feel your knees ache and threaten to buck as consciousness flees you. And just when you think the end is neigh, he parts and loosens his grasp.

It was terrifying, how your life dwindled within the hands of this. . . madman.

“L-Leg- . . olas. . .’’ You choke out a sob and present him with a desperate gaze. “I’m scared. I’m scared please stop.’’

A thumb strokes at your cheekbone, arms now looping around your waist and tugging you forward so that you collapsed into his form. Trapped and caged, with nowhere to flee even if you tried. “Scared? Darling. . . You have nothing to fear, you have me. I’m all you need, right?” A hand finds the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. “You needn’t that sorry excuse for a man anymore. We can be happy,’’ lips find your ear, a chilling whisper freezing your heart.

“We can be together.’’

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