#﹙ cupcake rush. ﹚: orion 𖹭 ݁

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a cherry custard tart please!?!

[Afab reader]

Just think about Orion fucking you while standing up!!:( Your knee's hooked over the corner of his arm and his hands on your ass, using you like a cock sleeve!!:( And he'd wrap his wings around you too!!:(

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˖⁺. ﹙ abysal angel boyfriend x afab reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . hold tight !! 🍒 :  abbysal angel ˖ half dragon character﹙ orion of the abyss. ﹚

your angel boyfriend is fully capable of holding you up with his strength alone while he's fucking you dumb

each tap of heavy balls against the swollen clit between your legs sent you into absolute oblivion. leaving your head to spin and feel as though it scatters across acres of land over and over.

“fuck. taking it so well.” the abyssal angel grunts into your ear. hot breath fanning at the skin of your neck, before his lips attack it. teeth nipping away and leaving more crecent bite marks than previously.

at times, orion would adjust slightly to make sure he hit each and every good spot possible. watching your brows release from their knitted state and shoot upwards in relief as he drew yet another orgasm out of you. his hand giving you a gentle few taps on your right ass cheek.

with a flap of six large wings, that fold around you once more. he presses your back up against the wall some more. taking you with vigorous pace.

“r-rin-rinfie-gnh” you try to alert your boyfriend, if not only to receive a small mocking laugh. before he casts his eyes over his shoulder to see his husband there. your king. voyuring shamelessly to the scene. with folded arms and head cocked to the side. watching excitedly.

“oh keep going orion, the sight is one to admire and treat like the finest of abyssal crystal and metal.” the god chuckles and leans his head back slightly. tutting softly, “how adorable.”

“mmh. adorable, ‘s a fuckin’ whore.” the angel groans and turns his eyes back to you, bouncing you up and down on him like a doll.

[blazekill]

Megatronus x Orion

Cute smut, first meeting

(this is not the full story but just the nsfw part because the whole thing is MUCH longer then this, on my Wattpad evkala_cream)

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He traveled his servo from Orion's hips to his open panel. „Meantime I will streach you out for me a little okay?~" He used two fingers to playfully spread his valve apart. Orion closed his optics and shiwered at the sudden touch between his thighs. It was the first time anyone touched him down there. It was so exciting but scary at the same time. But he trusted Megatronus and he was sure he knew what he was doing. So he got comfortable beying bend over Megatronus's thigh and continued satisfying him with his fingers.

„Good mech~" Purred Megatronus and stroked his lower torso with the free servo making Orion bend it his back. „Don't worry little one. I will be gentle~" He used Orion's energon leaking from his valve on his finger so it would be more comfortable. Then he placed it right next to his clit. „May I?" Orion was so emberresed at how easily dominated he was by Megatronus so he simply nodded. Megatronus smiled and started gently rubbing him.

Orion gasped as he felt a rush of bliss fun through his frame. Megatronus groaned and lifted Orion's hips with just one servo to his face so he could kiss them. „That's it love. Mm let me hear you. You don't have to be shy around me~" He was never this gentle with any mech or femme before. There was something so innocent about the archivist. He couldn't help but to care for him ever so carefully as if he was made of glass.

Orion was whimpering and moaning with every touch. He opened his optics so he could see Megatronus's huge spike again. „Oh...t-this feels so good~" It were a quiet high-pitched moans followed by a wet noices that were driving Megatronus insane. „Ah Primus. I've been waiting for this for so long. To have you squarming and whimpering in my servos Orion~" He went a little faster making Orion's legs tremble.

He squeezed Megatronus's spike again but this time used his salivating mouth as an exause for him to lick and suck on his tip. Megatronus twitched as he felt a warmth and soft tongue oh his tip. He looked at the little archivist holding his spike with both servos and trying his best to fit as much on him in his mouth as possible. He never saw something as adorable as him so desperately wanting to satisfy him. „Careful cupcake. I would hate for you to get hurt~"

Orion's spark almost melted at what he just heard. „Did he just really called me that?" He was used to bots nickmaning him because of his tiny frame but never has he heard someone to call him this cutelly. „C-cupcake?~" He purred with a little happy smirk. Megatronus leaned closer to him. „Yes. You are so tiny. As a cupcake. And I am sure you are also sweet like one~" He slipped the tip of his finger in his enterence and then pulled out sucking off his energon.

„Oh my Primus~" Purred Orion and went back to taking care of his spike. Megatronus chuckled amuzed at his reaction and playfully patted his hips. "May I?~" "Y-yes~" Orion whimpered still a little nervous tho. I was used to be doing this to himself but that is so much easier and much less stresfull. "That is my brave little archivist~"

Smiled Megatronus and pulled him closer so he could rub his cheek againt his hips. Orion appraised these little moment so much. Megatronus licked his finger and then very gently pressed back againt his enterence. "This will maybe hurt sligtly at first. But I'll make the best of it okay love?~" But before Orion could even respond he slownly pushed the first finger in his valve and started moving.

Orion's optics swing open and he let out a adorable little whine. That made Megatronus blush even more and sigh in delight. "Does it hurt cupcake?" He asked lovingly and pauzed. "N-no...It just feels...so good coming from you~" Megatronus smirked and started immidietly moving his finger again. "Mm good. You'r doing so great for you'r first time~"

He leaned closer and whispered teasingly. "One has to wonder...what were doing that you'r taking me so easily? I bealive you'r not as innocent as I thought~" Orion's face turned red as he remembered all the times he was playing with himself while thinking about the gladiator. He covered his face with one servo emmberessed. "Hhh~" Megatronus chuckled amuzed with a low sexy tone and continued pleasuring him.

"Oh my...I think I can even go faster right away. Hhh Orion...~" He purred in a very teasing way leaning closer to him. "Please...stop it Mega. J-just..just get to it already." He said shyly not able to even discuss it. Megatronus rised one eyebrow. "Oh impatiant are we. Hhh sorry. I wouln't tease you like this anymore. I just couldn't help myself. You are so adorable like this cupcake~"

He very gently used another finger. "Uh! N-no it's alright. I...I actually like when you do it. It's making me have butterfies in my stomach~" Orion purred and bend in his back as he felt much more presure in his valve. Megatronus smirked and stroked Orion's belly. "Hhh...I've told you I'll make the best of it~"

He used his two fingers to gently spread them in his valve to streach him faster. Orion gasped and his frame shiwered. "Uh Primus..Mega mh~" He whimpred more desperately then before. "Uhm? What is it dear?~" Orion raised his head and looked at Megatronus's servo doing all the work. He completly forgot about his now lovers spike.

"I...I actually think I am ready...for more?~" He said shily. But Megatron didn't stop. He actually started moving his fingers faster. Much faster. "Huh! Uhh~" Orion's frame jumped a little in shock and the sudden dose of intense pleasure. He rolled his optics back and let his head fall onto Megatronus's thighs. Megatronus chuckled and used his free servo to hold him by his chest and pulled him closer to him.

"Hhh not yet love. I can see how intense is this for you. Imagine if I instead my fingers used something else. I think you'r little overheated frame would go online~" Orion whinned and stroked Megatronus's servo that was holding him with his own shaking servo. "Nh t-then what huh..what are you planing on doing t-to me till then?~" He asked so desperete. Megatronus could see it on his optics that he wanted more so badly. But he was not gonna let him have him so soon.

"Shhh. First we need to make you overload like this. Nicely all over my fingers. And then you will be ready for more. I promise cupcake~" He kissed the back of his head and went faster. Orion was too busy whimpering he just nodded with adorable expresion on his face. "Oh my sweet Primus. I've never been with someone who would look as gorgeous as you while me taking care of them. You trully are aspecial cupcake~"

Orion's spark skipped a beat. Him calling him special ment a world to him. "W-well. I-I am not the only bot that is special in here." I smiled cutelly. Megatronus blushed a little. "Oh. Hm thank you Orion." But suddenly Orion gasped for air and squeezed his lovers thigh tightly and cried out loudly in pure delight. The big gladiator gave him a suprised and a little worried look.

"Is everything okay Orion?" Orion leaned with one servo against his thing and bend in his back with his head hanging down. "Ahh my...y-yes~" He needed to take a deep breath in between his whimpering. "Just that. Nhh please there. R-right there~" Megatronus blinked a few times. He was just so impressed by Orion's reaction it made him speechless for a second.

But then a big grin apeared on his lips. "Oh. Is my little archivist that close?~" He couldn't express how turned on he was by this fact. And that Orion made him know it such an intense way. "Mh..uhm!~" Orion hummed under his servo covering his mouth. Megatronus reached for his shaking servo and gently moved it away. "No no no bug. We don't have to be doing that. I want to hear your every little adorable sound~" He purred right into his audio receptor. He lovingly stroked his belly and went just a little bit faster.

"A-as you w-wish. Nh I..I think I will overload now~" He whined desparetly with his optics full of desire. "Mm I know my little archivist. You may. I'm waiting for you. Do you like me touching you like this mh?~" He purred more seriously then before. Like he was so eager to hear the unswer. "Nh p-please Mega. D-don't!~" Orion's body shiwered as he felt Megatronus's low demanting tone. He felt his insides twitching and pulsing. "Don't what? Tease you until you overload all over my fingers? Tease you so much you will cry out my name?~"

He whimpered and squeezed him slighty in his servo. This awoken in Megatronus something almost refal. He wanted. He needed. He demanded to see hear and feel his little Iacon boyfriend finnish so badly. He went as fast as he could pressing his warm chest against Orion's poor overheated shaking frame. "You'r such a good little mech. Come on. Make you'r hero proud~" That was a last straw for Orion. It was just too much for poor little cleark.

He gasped for air few times keep incrising the volume. He never thought he could be this expressive. His whole frame was building up to this moment up until the most desperete and loud whimper finally left his body. He automaticly threw his head back with one loud and gragged out moan. His valve tighten up around his lovers fingers. It made him so weak that if Megatronus wasn't holding him he would colapse on the bed. Megatronus was watching the whole time breathing heavily. He couldn't do anything but purr and enjoing every second of it.

[xasha777]

In the year 2147, the once-bustling planet of Terra had become a quiet, technological utopia. Among the marvels of this advanced civilization stood towering structures and vast fields of shimmering, solar panels. At the heart of Terra’s greatest scientific achievement was the Central Radio Observatory, a sprawling complex equipped with powerful directional antennas capable of communicating across galaxies.

Amidst this backdrop of high-tech wizardry lived a seemingly ordinary feline named Orion. With soft fur patterned in hues of brown and white, Orion had an affinity for one particular object in his human’s home—a teal, plush slipper. Every day, he would find comfort in its softness, pawing at it and curling up next to it as if it held a secret known only to him.

Orion’s human, Dr. Elara Novac, was a renowned astrophysicist who spent her days at the Central Radio Observatory, working on the most ambitious project Terra had ever undertaken: the Hyperlink Initiative. This project aimed to establish a stable communication link with a newly discovered exoplanet in the Andromeda Galaxy.

One evening, as Dr. Novac was poring over data from the observatory’s directional antenna, a strange signal came through. It was faint but unmistakable—a series of rhythmic pulses that formed a pattern. She immediately initiated a decoding sequence, her heart racing with anticipation.

As the signal was processed, Orion, lounging at home with his cherished slipper, began to behave unusually. He stood up, his fur bristling, and stared intently at the sky. Back at the observatory, the decoded message flashed across Dr. Novac’s screen. It was an image of a cat, remarkably similar to Orion, sitting next to an alien object that looked like a more advanced version of Terra’s directional antenna.

Puzzled and intrigued, Dr. Novac rushed home to find Orion still staring out the window, his eyes reflecting the distant stars. She realized that the connection was more than mere coincidence. Orion’s peculiar attachment to the slipper and his sudden change in behavior suggested he was somehow linked to the signal.

The next day, Dr. Novac brought Orion to the observatory. She placed him near the primary directional antenna, hoping for a reaction. As soon as Orion was in proximity, the antenna began to hum with energy, and the signal strengthened. It became clear that Orion was the key to amplifying the communication link.

With Orion’s presence, the observatory successfully established two-way communication with the exoplanet. The beings on the other side, who resembled large, intelligent felines, had been trying to contact Terra for centuries. They shared knowledge of advanced technologies and spoke of an ancient bond between their species and the cats of Terra.

The Hyperlink Initiative evolved into a collaborative venture between two worlds, ushering in an era of unprecedented technological and cultural exchange. Dr. Novac and Orion became celebrated figures, symbols of the unity between Terra and the distant planet.

In the comfort of their home, Orion continued to cherish his teal slipper, a small but significant reminder of the bond that transcended the cosmos. And so, in the quiet moments between the flurry of scientific breakthroughs and interstellar communications, Orion would curl up with his slipper, a silent guardian of the cosmic connection he had helped forge.

[nochiquinn]

campaign 1 episode 25 REDUX: Crimson Diplomacy OR episodes that honestly could have ended at the break

that's right, this is when sam was late almost every episode bc (iirc) q was on location and he had to wait for the nanny and then drive in la evening rush

taliesin: "I'm not ready!!"

lmao the security doorbell

"no one saw this cupcake"

dskfjskld the broken mechanical pencil is still on the table

THE STEIN

this is the cleanest it would ever be

"they're kinda hot"

"let's play, matt. let's play." let's not

"the danger you put yourself in"

"first roll of the night. could kill liam."

god this scene is gonna be so f u c k i n g good animated

"gosh you guys are good-looking"

"what are you begging from the dm?" "is it begging or is it praying at that point?"

aww, the hand-drawn maps

"it wasn't a one!" "it was one-adjacent"

"he hasn't had time to memorize all the ways he's gonna fuck with you"

"I'm running straight at the window" v a x

you're supposed to say jenga BEFORE you jump out the window

(he will not)

dkfs the battle trumpets have been there from the beginning

marisha: I'm not metagaming, unlike SOME PEOPLE I COULD MENTION

(this is what I mean when I say I want the cross-talk)

no longer surprised raishan was able to disguise as assum for so long,

given about how good they were at remembering his name

the tiny ziploc of minis ;-;

"double digits, well done you"

"the universe is random and doesn't care about you or me"

"here's what I think in a split second" aka when liam decided vax was permadead and decided to taKE ME WITH HIM

"keyleth, beautiful, walking under the trees" is when I went "oh? oh???"

(I think marisha also did)

twin sense as a d&d mechanic

kitt!!

twin 20s against delilah!! YES that was on purpose!!

"hey sylas. delilah's a bitch."

"I don't have a player's handbook" the dark ages before d&d beyond

:(

lmao the cast list at the bottom spoiling kitt's character reveal

"he's going to use his legendary resistance" "DICK"

laura yelling at tiberius (orion) for hitting on lillith (kitt)

taliesin: [yells at sylas at the top of his lungs] marisha, in the middle of getting a drink:

"is he looking at me?" "yes" "good, I'm shooting him in the FACE"

sylas: gets shot real bad vax: that's my boyfriend :D

this time we are unapologetic polymachina from the START

"I share a very awkward glance with Keyleth"

can't wait to see what character taliesin makes in campaign 3 whose backstory irrevocably alters the course of the campaign

"you're always welcome back home" bitch

"it'd be nice to visit family" BITCH

I cannot adequately screencap taliesin's face journey

orion: speaks me: right arrow

my partner asked a little while ago if he was trying to metagame with his pet yet and I didn't remember what it was. it was this, with trying to use lockheed to get around the feeblemind.

"strange glowing red eye-like sigil" [kill bill sirens]

"you traveled with my cousin zahra" "I had a slumber party with her!!"

"say vox machina sent you [to gilmore's] and get 10% off!" "say vax'ildan sent you and you might get 15."

"what's your name, for the next time we have a dead teammate?" "you mean tomorrow?"

oh this is also the old lady isn't it

vox machina vs children and old people

"you tell my sister I hope her face still festers"

scanlan doing a sexy dance at me would certainly inspire me towards violence

"you just did math!!"

"that's unfortunate! t( -_- t )"

percy's had a bad night

YOUR SOUL IS FORFEIT

"damn misty and her steps"

"this is turning into a monty python sketch"

“can I hold your mug? I want to see what it feels like” is that a euphemism

“the internet has been very vocal” I have bad news from the future

“I’m so exhausted I’m gonna cry” I have equally bad news from the future

[believerindaydreams]

Like the last one but with more Benny/Arcade fucking :) Arcade POV.

You have to admit, Benny Gecko's greed rubs off.

Before the Legion camp, before the courier, you wouldn't have dreamed of anything like this home for yourself. Pushing forty and still helping out at the Mormon Fort, when most doctors stay a few years before fleeing back to the security of the NCR, their conviction ebbed away in the face of frontier realities.

You'd stayed, because you hadn't had anywhere else to go; and because you thought you hadn't deserved better.

Marilyn had certainly done her best to prove that one.

But saving another life meant saving your own; and Benny is securely self-confident in ways that defy belief, smart enough to upend the Mojave, too stupid to be afraid of you. Somehow. For everything that you are, or could be.

Right now he's snoring with his head against your breastbone, as though he dreams you're safe.

"Benny, wake up. It isn't getting any warmer out here."

He keeps right on sleeping, and you shiver some in the twilight- no way of telling how late it is, even in North Vegas the light of the Strip will drown out the stars all night. There's a moon, but vague childhood memory doesn't help much there.

(Orion tried to drill that info into you, in case you ever needed it. Judah had been the one to catch the leather belt, leaving you afraid but untouched.)

You hug your lover closer, and the memory trickles away again.

It's not so bad being out here, at that. Cold makes your lover all the sweeter to hold, and the deprivation of hunger is muted by the knowledge that there's more than enough if you wanted, inside. Indulging in sentiment is a wildly different beast than real deprivation. The lab coat you wear so proudly will cover two, applied properly-

"Mmfth? Arcade, where the hell are we?"

"Besides your new swimming pool."

Benny grunts, stands up to stretch a kink out of his back. "Ugh. Wake me up next time, willya? Cool cats may sleep in alleys, but I'll settle for a bed."

So you go inside, where the rocket stove has built up a delicious warmth, going straight to the bone marrow; and that's good too.

Benny heads straight for the liquor cabinet, chuckles at the selection, settles for a beer- maybe that means something, maybe in forty years time you'll know all the tells like that. Desire quivering in your blood like drunkenness. The prospect of having a future to grow old in.

"I'll stock that up. The upstairs bartender at the Gomorrah keeps a few bottles of pre-war wines to grease the skids."

"Are they really?"

"I mean, I wouldn't lay money on that. But it isn't your average NCR two-buck rotgut at least."

He grins and twists the bottle cap off with practiced delicacy, pockets it and drinks while looking around with sharp practiced eyes. Assessing, appreciating, but something more mellow there too, a look that hasn't been his since the Tops turned into New Vegas' bureaucratic ground zero. He's spent too long protecting it, imaging ways it could be taken away, for him to be entirely comfortable there again.

You take an ice-cold Nuka from the fridge, and a rum, and start downing a sweet mixer. Here, maybe, it'll be different. Outside it's just Fiend territory, and the two of you know how to handle those. Even without the power armor left fragmented in the Divide.

Thoughts fragmenting a little, the liquor hitting fast. If you'd come to rely on that armor, believed in it as part of your identity, maybe the loss would have come harder; but you're not the same as your tools. It kept you safe when it mattered.

Benny is still hunting around the place, quick avid eyes hunting for secrets- he switches lights on and off, opens all the cupboard doors, chortles at the secret passage to the cellar workshop. "Finally, a place with enough storage space. Not bad."

He raises the beer to his lips, drinks; you succumb to temptation and kiss foam off his lips extemporaneously.

Lovers make poor confidants, you can hear yourself saying to the courier. This is harder than it looks. It's like playacting a romance, a performance soap bubble guaranteed to vanish with the sunrise.

And people are so very fragile in the Mojave. You press against the thin fabric of that ridiculous lucky suit, hoping that physical evidence will assuage you where sense and sensibility haven't.

"If you're going to be like that," Benny says, between applications of the bottle. "Let's find the bed. A place like this, I imagine it's a good one."

"Up the stairs to the left." Too much practice in disaster, to lose your tongue just because of a firm fondle around your rear.

Benny laughs again, and guides you up the stairs as if he's the one who knows the place.

Bed is a luxurious queen size, done up in bedding that was washed this week and not last century, courtesy of the last functioning laundromat in Freeside. Abraxo's strong scent a trifle mollified, by the confounding mystery of an electric fireplace that tastes of woodsmoke.

"...sweet rads, Arcade, you really pulled out all the stops."

"There are shutters, if you want to see the Strip." Bulletproof security gives way to the neon splurge of distant light. Benny exclaims in pleasure, sticks his head out the window to drop cigarette ash onto a corrugated iron awning.

"Sorry. Dying for a smoke, I figure it's better now than interrupting us later."

"No worries." It still smells wrong, but after the Legion camp, soldiers glaring at Benny for defiling their measured sanctity with irreverent chems, it's the kind of wrong that brings comfort in its wake.

"Any ideas on how you want to- ah- christen the bed?"

"Take me down and roll me out, cupcake, I don't mind how this swings. Your picnic, baby, your show."

Wow, offers the part of your brain that's rapidly succumbing to the effect of alcohol on an empty stomach. What a remarkably unhelpful statement.

Benny has one foot poised on a priceless rifle cabinet and his greased hair is fluttering slightly from the window breeze, and the whole picture does things to your circulatory system that under normal circumstances would have you reaching for a stimpak. "In that case, I'll just...start by undressing."

"Oh, a stripping routine?" Benny puffs out effortlessly, classier than anyone with his attire and general disposition should be allowed to look. "Right on, sugarlips."

For the love of water, he's taking a simple mechanical prelude to the actual fucking as if it's the sexiest thing in the Wasteland.

Only, the way his eyes follow you as you strip off the familiar filthy coat and undo shirt cuffs suggests it is. Off with the belt and packs, away with the shirt-

He rests two fingers on your shoulder, so lightly you wouldn't feel him if it wasn't bare. "You sure this is something you want to do right now, cupcake? All that booze?"

"Get in bed and find out." In as close an imitation of his incomprehensible slang as you can manage. It's not very good.

He stubs the cigarette out against the shutter, falls dramatically against the bed. "Go ahead and strip me then."

It's part and parcel of being a doctor that you can't do this simply, without a radio station in your head tuned to medical evaluation even as you slide off jacket and trousers, every inch of that lucky suit laid neatly on a chair. Scars here, unexplained tattoo there, the marks of a hard life in the Mojave laid out in history made flesh. It is very susceptible and very beautiful at once, heart-wringing for the wounds scabbed over and soothing for its persistence. Sex is always the balance between the purifying and the ludicrous, your busy mind likes to sate itself on diagnostic while the rest of you is caught up in passion. Just the way you're built. It doesn't hurt any.

Benny's a goddamn pillow princess and lazy in bed, but he helps remove your trousers this time, the two of you stripping each other to bare skin. His hands find your cock, already growing interested; you find his and find it to be disappointingly inert.

"Something wrong?"

" Hell, I'm probably just done in after that batch in the garden. Tell you what, a little Buffout, a little juicer, I should be right with you."

"...not like that." You will, possibly, never be able to tell when he lies, but this doesn't stack up to prior experience. Experiences. "What's wrong? Am I rushing you?"

"No, I don't think- maybe," Benny admits, chagrin written over his face. "This house, everything- it's too much. Fuck, this'll take some getting used to. Seven years running the Tops and I still think of a place like this as a luxury for my betters, you dig?" He squeezes lightly with one hand, strokes along your ribcage with the other.

"You don't have any betters." Sensation be damned when there's a philosophical point to be made. Difficult as that may be in his practiced grasp. "You deserve this as much as- ah- any one in the Mojave-"

"Whoa, kitten, you'll be bad for my limitless ego. It's just a matter of getting used to it, okay? We have time, we'll get there. But meanwhile I have a bottlecap says you need a special delivery even if I don't."

It takes a moment to disentangle thoughts of Marilyn from standard Vegas slang, and then another to try to muster a functional argument, and then there aren't any more moments, because your chronic patience does not carry through to the bedchamber and Benny knows that, hurrying you along until you're blacking out to bliss-

how long it is before you're cognizant again, you aren't sure. Long enough that Benny has had time to clean you off, that's thoughtful.

"I can't possibly let that go unreciprocated."

"Don't worry about it, cupcake. Keeping score is for teenagers."

"...if you can't get it up in the house, why not outside?" That has to be the alcohol talking. Or Benny's boyfriend. Or both.

"You mean a rematch by the pool? Not a bad idea from the fertile delta of Arcade's idea garden, I'll drink to that."

...whatever that means. Too many stairs to negotiate going back down. "I mean right here. On the bedroom awning."

"The one made of cast iron? With a clear line of sight for anyone prancing down the street? Two feet across to a hard fall on concrete?"

"...um."

Benny grins, grabs a fluffy pillow. "Baby, you know how to activate my danger kink like nothing else. Lead on, Macbeth."

He means Macduff, but never mind, the thought's there.

Intellectual quibbling can take a back seat to some extremely serious fucking, for once in a way.

[queen-tinsley]

yes, no, maybe?

Who: Sutton McKibbon, Asher McKibbon. (mentions; Charles, Brooklyn, Tinsley and Stefan.)

Where: Rosewood.

When: July 15th.

Notes: Just a lil something something @penn-orville

Sutton McKibbon felt like such cliche. She was anything but a cliche. But that was also a cliche. Whatever, what she’s trying to convey was that he didn’t usually go the route often taken but why was it when it came to her boyfriend, Charles Orville... she’d happily taken that route. That’s how she found herself with an engagement band in her hands. Now, she didn’t exactly think it was time for her to propose to her boyfriend, no. They were still young and they didn’t live in Kentucky, so marriage wasn’t exactly something she was running towards. No. 

So why did she buy it? Why did she really? Because she wanted to put a ring on it, but in like a chill way. Like a, hey wear this ring I got you way. And maybe because she did want to push their relationship just slightly forward. You’d think Sutton would have been the one taking all the risks in their relationship- and sure she took some... mostly all sexual but he’d been the truly risky one. He was the one who fell in love with her. Sutton McKibbon, hot mess. Yet he loved her and she to this day remembered how it came out. It was during her favorite period at Rosewood Academy. Free period. He’d wanted to test out his camera and she was more than willing to go before it. And as they walked across the sprawling campus, he’d said it. 

He’d told her that he loved her.

And since then, it’d been them against the world. Since then, she gave up late nights and drunken stumbles home for... well late nights but late nights spent over at his home, enjoying this vast movie collection and of course other things. What? You guys have seen him, you can not blame her. 

In fact, it was like they were already kind of married. Who did she call once she got up? Her boyfriend? And who did she call before she went to bed? Charles. Who got her amazing cupcake arrangements when she managed to find new talents for Orion Grantwood’s label? He did. He supported her during every up and down, and she did the same for him. Always. She would also mix all of his protein drinks, because he was a weirdo who enjoyed working out now. Who was she about to move in with, for fuck’s sake? Charles. He was it for her, without a doubt.

So Sutton studied the stunning (she’s got good taste) Cartier ring, coming to a conclusion right then and there. She would give her boyfriend the ring. As a promise ring... that it’d become an engagement ring soon. She would just have to find the perfect moment to give it to him. One that wasn’t put together by the members of her family. Because if it were up to her mother and her sister, they would be flying on a geese that laid golden eggs when the question came up. And if it were up to her dad, the ring would fly out of some burlesque dancers crotch. 

“Asher, buddy.” She called out for her younger brother- and favorite sibling. Just don’t tell Brooklyn. The five year old blonde stunner ran into the room, a bucket on his head and a cape on. “Don’t you look cute, this is so fashion.” Sutton complimented him, holding her hands out for him to take. “I got a mission for you.”

His eyes instantly lit up, which only made her laugh. He nodded his head, obviously giddy at the thought of this mission. “I’m going to give you this ring to wear.” She took off his necklace, putting the ring on it. “You have got to keep an eye on it for me. But tell no one, I mean it. Because then I have to deal with mom, dad.... Brooklyn, and we don’t want that.”

‘No, we don’t’ He repeated after her as she closed the clasp back on his necklace, kissing the top of his head- which got a yuck from him before letting him step back. “No one, alright.” 

He nodded once again, before rushing off- Charles ring going off with him. Their moment will come, soon enough.

[cwnannwn]

Blood, Sand, and Thunder

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Carmilla (Web Series) Rating: Teen and Up Audiences  Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Laura Hollis/Carmilla Karnstein Characters: Carmilla Karnstein, Laura Hollis, others are mentioned Additional Tags: Non-Graphic-Violence, Mad Max AU Summary: Sand whipped around her. The roar of the motorcycle filled her ears, making it impossible to focus on anything else. The old, almost derelict pistol was in her hand in barely a second. It was empty almost as fast. The screams were soon left behind, and all Carmilla had to worry about was the sand constantly scraping her skin and trying to get into her eyes. At least she didn’t need to breathe. 

Carmilla and Laura lead raiding parties against two of Lilita's bases. Something goes wrong with Laura's attack. Oneshot set in a possible Mad Max au.

Thanks to melimegreenleaf and laurahhollis for reading over this for me!

On AO3

Sand whipped around her. The roar of the motorcycle filled her ears, making it impossible to focus on anything else. The old, almost derelict pistol was in her hand in barely a second. It was empty almost as fast. The screams were soon left behind, and all Carmilla had to worry about was the sand constantly scraping her skin and trying to get into her eyes. At least she didn’t need to breathe.

Easier to keep control, if she couldn’t smell the blood flowing freely from those wretched bastards.

Maybe Mother was getting tired of playing games. This base was barely garrisoned, only a few blood-addicted humans, a couple of fledglings, and few weapons to protect it all. Not many supplies in it either, but more than in the last couple of raids around the western borders. It was tempting to think Maman might be considering moving somewhere else, but Carmilla knew better. She must discuss this with Mattie as soon as possible, her older sister could have more insight on what kind of trap Mother was planning.

First, however, Carmilla’s little band turned south. Another one of their raiding parties was attacking a Summer outpost. Mel and the other ‘true’ summers, those who had defected after Vordenburg had taken control, informed them on what to expect here. Where the defenses were weakest, how much opposition there was. Enough food to last a year. Livestock, if they had the time to carry them off and if they could be quiet enough. And, most importantly, gasoline for half a year. Or as much as they could carry.

Almost too good to be true. Carmilla wasn’t so sure about the accuracy of those claims. Maybe they were true when Mel was there, but Carmilla wondered if she and the others were allowed to escape purposefully, to set up a trap.

Whatever was the case, the plan was for one raiding party to head in the direction of the other, and if they weren’t done with the raid already, to help them out.

Carmilla was on edge. There was no reason to be, the attack had gone about as good as it could have. Even if the baron’s forces had made a trap, the other group was prepared for the possibility, they knew what to do. She knew what to do.

Gunshots in the distance, the sound of unfamiliar motors accompanying it. Every other vampire in the convoy perked up. So, a trap after all. Carmilla growled. The red raze she had escaped from before came back in full force. With no command necessary, the entire raiding party went at full speed towards the Summer compound. Passing a low hill, the flashing gunfire became visible, illuminating the night at quick intervals.

And ahead of it, their own forces. Some of their vehicles had been too damaged, arranged to form a square around the survivors. They shot ferociously at the summers, but it was clear they could not hold on forever.

Carmilla signaled at her forces. They divided into groups of four and five, veering towards the low hills that the second raiding party was nestled between. Exactly when the enemy was almost on them, Carmilla’s group flew over, raining makeshift grenades and bulletfire over Lilita’s minions.

The landing impact was strong, but Carmilla’s motorcycle held. It would need repairs later, she noted distantly. The biggest part of her mind was concentrated on the deep breath she took. Smoke. Gunpowder. Gasoline. Sweat. Blood. So much blood. Her blood.

But not enough to be fatal. No, it wasn’t, couldn’t be.

Screaming over the gunfire, Carmilla ordered half of her forces to keep the summers at bay, and the other to take up whatever survivors they could find.

As she turned around to do the same, a hulking figure slipped through their fire, aiming at her. Before Carmilla could even move, a shot was fired, whizzing by her ear and striking the enemy down. A shouted ‘Hey!’ reached her ears, and Carmilla finally could breathe again.

There was maybe half of their original force left. More than Carmilla could have hoped for. At the middle of their firing line, shouting orders like she was born for it, was one Laura Hollis. There was no time for talking, Carmilla could fall to her knees in relief when they were not being shot at. She screamed over the gunfire.

“Laura, up!” Slowing down just enough, Carmilla extended her hand. Laura smiled tiredly at her, catching her hand and jumping on the back of her bike as well as she could. That was when Carmilla noticed the blood was coming from a wound in her leg. Laura’s arms squeezed Carmilla’s middle, her head rested against her back for a second before she spoke.

“Ambush, it was an ambush. There’s Zetas here too, Vordenburg must have mixed the forces. They came from nowhere. Jake gave the alarm,” Laura’s voice was almost lost to the wind, but Carmilla heard the break in it loud and clear. “We lost so many,” it was barely a whisper. Carmilla felt Laura’s head pressing against her back again.

“We can lose them in the mountain passes, they’re using the Zeta spikes,” Carmilla nodded and, with one last look around to check all the survivors were being similarly carried, gave the order to retreat.

The spiked monstrosities the zetas drove could easily impale any of them, but could never hope to catch up to the nitro bikes JP had designed, especially not once they reached the mountains. It didn’t take long for the thunder of their motors to fade away, replaced by the rushing wind and terrible silence of this new world.

It would be another three hours before reaching their main base. Laura hadn’t talked anymore, and others of her group were wounded too. Heading for a small valley hidden slightly off-course of their objective, Carmila slowed down. The others followed. “We’ll make camp here for an hour, do the best repairs you can in that time. Fledgelings stay by your elder’s side.” older vampires could control themselves around fresh wounds well enough. The younger ones she wasn’t so sure about.

Finally stopping, Carmilla turned off her motorcycle, planting her feet back on the ground for the first time since going out for this mission. Laura’s arms let go of her. With difficulty, she got off the bike first.

Carmilla quickly dismounted, getting the small, barely adequate emergency kit they all carried from her duffle bag. Laura had found a rock to sit on, but she wasn’t paying attention to the blood slowly dripping from the bullet wound in her leg. Her eyes were jumping from one person to another. Headcount. Carmilla approached slowly and sat by her side.

“Can I take a look at that, Cupcake?” she tried to keep her voice as even as possible. Laura didn’t seem to hear her. Carmilla sighed, frowning with worry. Carefully, she took Laura’s hand. Laura didn’t pull away. Instead, she squeezed back. With what looked like great effort, she tore her eyes away from one of the younger raiders gritting their teeth while another clumsily set their apparently broken arm to look back at Carmilla.

The exhaustion in Laura’s face was clear, but what worried Carmilla more was the pain in those eyes. Leaning forward, Carmilla bumped her forehead against Laura’s gently. “You couldn’t have know, Laura. Mattie and I, and JP and LaF and all the others, we tried to think up as many ways Maman could have set up a trap as possible. Vordenburg hasn’t acted by himself in decades, you couldn’t have know.”

Laura exhaled a trembling sigh, her eyes closing. “I know Carm, I know,” she sounded so tired. Knowing didn’t make living in this forsaken world any easier. It didn’t before the apocalypse, it sure didn’t after it either. Carmilla was very aware of that.

“Can I clean this?” Carmilla gently touched Laura’s wounded leg. Laura nodded against her, before pulling away and letting Carmilla take care of the wound.

The shot had gone clean through, no bullet fragments in it. Good. But it had also been left exposed to all this damned sand until now. Carmilla only had water to clean it with, and after letting Laura drink up as much she needed, did so. A crude antiseptic Mattie had taught LaF how to make out of the very few plants that grew in this desert came next. Finally the bandages, as clean as there was hope for them to be.

When Carmilla was done, their hour was almost up. Ten minutes until they had to keep going. Their combined forces were finishing up, chatting in low voices among themselves. Carmilla took her seat again next to Laura.

Her golden eyes were fixed on the sky. That was one of the first things they had bounded over. Laura had made up a thousand stories for the stars, the moon and the few satellites still in orbit. Carmilla had a thousand more but those had been dreamt up by many people before their time. She preferred Laura’s versions, but Laura had been fascinated by those old tales.

Carmilla raised her head, searching for Orion’s belt in the clear night sky. After a moment, she felt Laura get closer to her, resting her head against Carmilla’s shoulder and wrapping an arm around her middle. Carmilla smiled, letting her arm snake around Laura’s shoulders. It was a small comfort, but these short minutes stargazing with Laura settled Carmilla’s soul for a time. She hoped it did the same for Laura.

The world ended and Maman was still a tyrant. The world ended and humanity forgot almost everything it had learned. The world ended, and Carmilla found the love she had always searched for. The world ended, and Carmilla would make it burn all over again before letting it take Laura away from her.

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[valentine-cafe]

May I have cherry custard tart please?!

[Afab reader]

Just thinking about Orion fucking you in an empty bath tub. With his wings propped up over the side of the tub, casting darkness over both of you!:(

-🍄

˖⁺. ﹙ angel of the abyss bf x afab reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . stay still. fuck, that's it ?! !! 🍒 : abyssal angel ˖ warrior ˖ abyssal admiral﹙ abyss dweller Orion ﹚

bathtub sex with orion <3 cw: smut, bathtub sex, rough sex

orion has always been such a sensual lover. should you be surprised when your invitation to bathe resulted in cold kisses lathered down your neck and shoulders instead of soap? his hands washed along your sides like cool, loving streams and he worshipped you much like any angel does the essence of life itself.

long fingers had crooked into your innermost self. his thumb circled your clit and he brought you to pleasures he always has. the heat of the water only amplified it. made your body melt into his further.

by the time his cock was slowly dragging along your walls - you had came twice.

still, you remained in his lap. with slow thrusts that plapped against your ass as strong hands eased your waist down in a slow rocking motion. the water laps at thighs like waves on a shore. his lips cascaded down your neck like the tender kiss of the moon upon a still ocean.

“you feel so good. . . aein, my darling love,”

his deep croon would soon turn into a groan. as tender as your angel lover was, the darkness always took over.

which is how you wounded up beneath him. water splashing over the rim of the tub and hitting the tiles like rapids smacking rocks. just as his hips ruthlessly smacked into yours. his wet wings spread out. strong arms encasing you close as he endlessly grinds and thumps against you.

“y-you will be the ruin of this angel,” his breath stutters. adam’s apple bobbing as he buries his face into your chest and groans out. his cock never fails to pull climax after climax out of you.

he knows that he is making a mess of you. he knows your cum and his has long since filled the water. he’ll simply run another bath. there is no way he’s stopping any time soon. what with your wet, silky skin against his. your whining moans. the way you cling and grip onto his back - his wings -

your desperate noises drown out the feral splashes of water. good luck getting him off of you any time soon.

[valentine-cafe]

Been hiding in your walls for a while but

Bros can i ask for a forehead kiss from your softest men

This week has been 🫠💀😭😩 and its only MONDAY

ty

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˖⁺. “ all is well . . . ” : 

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. . . various monster males x gn reader !! 🍓 : ﹙ mercenary  ˖ grim reaper ˖ poet ˖ hero characters ﹚

they give you a little forehead kiss 

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﹙ alessio 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : soft lips brush against your forehead, while a pair of gentle hands reach down to your waist and hold onto it. the warmth of his body presses up against yours as you are enveloped in a hug.

“rough week amore?” he croons in a whisper, smiling against your forehead while he gives your scalp a gentle massage.

as his lips press to your forehead, he sighs softly and rocks you from side to side in the comforting hug.

“let me take care of you. we can get something to eat, or drink. anything you’d like.”

꒰ mercenary ˖ antihero ˖ immortal ˖ punkgoth character ꒱

 

﹙ rishen 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : immediately, his hands lay the work that previously were in his hands. documents scattered on the desk as usual. while he makes his way over to you to take a soft and careful hold of your jaw with both of his soft hands.

his eyelashes flutter softly. maroon eyes crinkling with a soothing happiness that leaves your limbs easing and finally resting.

“you don’t even have to ask cariño.” he chuckles softly, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. warm and enough to make you fall into his hug some more.

“i got you.”

꒰ hero ˖ moth-spider-mantis hybrid ˖ preppy nerd character ꒱

 

﹙ talisen 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : long fingers stroke along your cheek and then trace their index down the side of your neck. the small crease in his brows mimic the light curl of his lips.

“oh. . . oh my darling,” the iciness of his hand cups the small of your back. talisen pulls you close and the frost meet your forehead soon after. the hand slips up and caresses the back of your head to ease it into his shoulder.

“confide in me. may I make your worries no more.”

꒰ grim reaper  ˖ naga  ˖ poet character ꒱

 

﹙ jìngyí 9948e. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : within a matter of seconds, the feel of soft lips press to your forehead. then again. and again. and again.

two your cheeks. one to your chin. your nose. and one more to your head for good measure.

a puppy-eyed look takes on those big maroon hues of his. his lips pull into a pout while two large hands take your face between them.

“no sad, please?” his deep croon couples with yet another kiss to your head. “let us go for ice cream!”

꒰ grim reaper ˖ angel-in-training character ꒱

 

﹙ rishen 9948e. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : the feel of softness is not the first to grace your presence, but the engulf of warmth and velvet-like comfort. his wings find their way around you in a matter of seconds.

his lips meet your forehead. delicate hands that litter with jewellery cup beneath your jaw. his thumbs press up into your flesh and circle soothing motions.

“stay with me for a bit, mi amanecer.” one of his hands finds refuge at the center of your spine and then slowly trails down to the swell.

꒰ angel character ꒱

 

﹙ orion. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : a set of 3 wings would wrap around you slowly, while arms pull you closer to the angel you had asked to give you a little forehead smooch.

for an abyssal inhabitant. he was warmer than most. you felt it especially when his lips moved to your forehead and stayed there for a few minutes. a long, healing and soothing forehead kiss.

you know he never spoke much, you received a hum and a smile. while a hand rubbed circles into your back. and that was enough.

꒰ abyssal angel ꒱

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[valentine-cafe]

( a cherry custard tart, Bitte! )

“babes..just let me cuddle you for a bit”

*hugs*

“you’re so cold, and it’s way to hot in here..”

˖⁺. ﹙ the cold abyssal angel  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . comfort in the darkness !! 🍒 :  abyssal angel ˖ angel ˖ knight ˖ admiral of the abyss﹙ abyssal angel orion. ﹚

you decide to hug onto Orion for some nice, cold cuddles.

a deep groan rumbles from the angel’s throat. three large, onyx wings drape over your left and pull you closer as a strong arm slithers around your waist.

“well, when one is a being of darkness itself. . .”

orion chuckles lowly and turns his head to press a small kiss to your temple. his free hand continues its work with the quill. scribbling out his log for the second moon ( february ).

dark eyes soften at the way your arms loop around his middle. snuggling into him and pressing your lips into his side. the way your eyes flutter. he can ear your heart ease. it makes some of his feathers twitch a little.

“oh, my sweetheart. my darling one.” another low croon. his lips find the crown of your head. before he shifts you around to sit upon his lap comfortable. his lower set of wings wrapping around you instead.

no more words are exchanged. only soft hums to help you ease into slumber.

[valentine-cafe]

Can i request your ocs with an oblivious reader? Like it doesn't matter how heavy the flirting, reader just thinks 'oh, they're being nice' or 'oh, they're just naturally flirty' so even if they tease and flirt back a bit they don't realise your ocs are legitimately interested? Could be anyone, but if you can answer this for many ocs can i also ask for the poetic reader in the bunch?

Kisses and hugs<3

. ˚◞♡ 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓◞ ₊˚

𖹭. how a selection of characters react to an oblivious reader that they are clearly interested in /gn reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ TALISEN 781 ꒱ knows exactly how to deal with this. darling you’re giving this man flashbacks to rishen — but enough of that. at first, he’d find it amusing and test the waters. see just how obvious you truly were. talisen’s flirts are always poetic ( unless you are in a relationship with him to which they can swing ), always seamless. the kind that makes you swoon, the kind you find in books — so when he saw that none of it was working on you. . . well he did what he has learnt. be honest. steal you away to the rooftop and tell you his genuine feelings. he’s not making the same mistake twice — and it’ll save him the grey hairs. so he’d serenade you were a poem, and then right-out tell you about his feelings.

grim reaper x reader, snake monster x reader, hero x reader, poet x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ JÌNGYÍ 9948E ꒱ thought that maybe you just weren’t too good with social cues - and someone who struggles with english he thought maybe that might be it too. but nope - he quickly found out that all of his advances went right over your head. no matter how hard he tried. the most bluntest of flirts, the most suggestive. . . and you’d just smile at him. needless to say he’d eventually snatch you up and kiss you breathless because when words don’t work for him, then actions surely will.

grim reaper x reader, ghost x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ HÀOYÚ 9948E ꒱ took it as a challenge. maybe if he flirts hard enough you’ll get the hint - he can be shameless. surely he would find a way to get his point across to you, right? and so he’d flirt with you at whatever chance he got. waiting for that fluster. keen eyes staring at you, waiting for some kind of reaction. something. anything. you drove him insane. all of his poems, his flirts, his little compliments, his very blatant comments. none of them worked. and eventually, he would gently cup you by the face - stare at you like he was losing his mind and chuckle: “respectfully. and with all the love. what is wrong with you.”

grim reaper x reader, 

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN 1311 ꒱ also took it as a bit of a challenge yet also found it quite amusing just how oblivious you were. he’d play around with you. throw little flirts and comments whenever the moment was right for it. innuendos too. not to even mention how touchy this woman can be. and when they noticed that none of it was working? well, their curiosity only sparked. so they’d keep testing just how far your obliviousness pushed to until someone, ( yu xi ), would pull you aside and beg you to give rishen something. because at this point it’s agonising for the rest of the team to watch. what a way to find out that the director of aegis was into you.

assassin x reader, spy x reader, admiral x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ALESSIO 1311 ꒱ was also very determined. he’s charming, he’s sure that he could make you fold eventually. . . and then eventually turned into a few months and he was left in a state of shock. you actually shocked this old man. and now here he was, acting like fucking rishen and strategically trying to decipher the best, most shameless flirt that would leave you blushing and stammering. and when that didn’t work? he felt his world crumble. fuck it. he’ll pull you backstage and make-out with you until you’re whining. maybe then you’ll get the idea.

rockstar x reader, enigma x reader, villain x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ORION ꒱ was so confused. in all of his millennia of being alive - he had never met a more oblivious person than you. it started with the subtle flirts, and when those didn’t hit you he gradually heightened the flirts. the comments. tried to worm his way in — and when none of it worked. . . he decided, that it was time for the bluntness. orion is shameless, when he wants something he makes it very obvious. and that’s exactly what he told you - all while he snatched you by the waist and leaned you into the castle’s wall. whispering his utmost love against your ear.

abyssal angel x reader

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖◞ ₊˚

𖹭. a selection of characters and how they kiss you

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ TALISEN 781 ꒱ hand kisses, knuckle kisses - both in greeting and affection. hugs you from behind and kisses your face. kisses the top of your head cause you’re so much smaller than him. presses kisses to your tummy. butterfly kisses with his feathery lashes. early morning kisses while you’re both cuddling. tender kisses below the moonlight. kisses in the rain when he’s pulled you out to dance. kisses during late night drives at red lights.

grim reaper x reader, naga x reader, hero x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ HAITĀO 209 ꒱ forehead kisses. cheek smooches when he’s in a rush. kisses before he leaves for missions - never know when it’ll be his last and he wants to leave you with that. hipbone kisses. possessive kisses when luu’leriel gets jealous. demon tongue kisses when luu’leriel is taking control in general. late night kisses when he joins you after missions. thigh kisses with his eyes fixed on yours. back of neck kisses.

grim reaper x reader, demon x reader, mercenary x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RASUI 9948E ꒱ stealing you away to his office for kisses. kisses in greeting. shoulder kisses where he moves away hair or fabric. passionate kisses where you feel the true warmth of his fire elemental tongue. . . hand kisses. palm kisses. temple kisses in assurance. kisses all over you, worshiping you. goodnight kisses. kisses behind your ear. kisses atop your head. stumbling kisses when he just has to have you. firm kisses when he gets jealous.

fire elemental x reader, mercenary leader x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ALESSIO 1311 ꒱ kisses backstage. kisses when he pulls you on stage mid performance. stealing kisses when you least expect it. rough neck kisses after arguments. possessive kisses when someone’s staring. nose kisses cause he likes how yours scrunches. tongue kisses where you can feel his piercing. kisses to distract you. rough and needy kisses after missions gone wrong. kisses followed by biting on your lower lip. kisses mid smoking

rockstar x reader, mercenary x reader, enigma x reader, villain x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ DENARA 9819 ꒱ late night loving kisses when you’re both sleepy. throat kisses when you’re relaxing or she’s teasing. back kisses when she wraps her arms around you from behind. tongue kisses where she can graze her piercing over yours. . . stolen kisses when you visit her at the clinic. tummy kisses. kisses to distract you if you get scared of the horror movies you’re both watching. blows you kisses. kisses where she accidentally bonks your head with her antlers.

sorcerer x reader, healer x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN 9948V ꒱ desperate, touch-deprived kisses. kisses on your wounds. kisses from bites that leave blood-stained lip prints. kisses trailed from your neck to your chest to your tummy. kisses to the crook of your neck. crying kisses when he think you’re gonna leave him. kisses to the corners of your lips when he wants to tease. kisses mid symphony he composed for you, at the climax. ritual kisses.

blood cultivator x reader, necromancer x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ TALISEN 164 ꒱ passionate kisses below the moonlight. pulling you over the water to kiss you by surprise. tummy kisses. pelvis kisses. kisses on your neck that lead to bites. possessive kisses all the time, holds your jaw and smothers you. kisses with his elongated tongue. hugging you from behind and tilting your head back to kiss him. kisses after dabbing flour on your nose from baking. needy kisses after erratic episodes. kisses after he drags you into the water.

god x reader, siren x reader, rhytaari x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ORION ꒱ goodnight kisses. kisses to your head or hair. kisses up your neck when he comes up behind and wraps his wings around you. eyelid kisses. kisses in the darkness of the abyss - where he can kiss just about anywhere. breathless kisses on the balcony of the castle. kisses when he takes you for flights. possessive kisses regardless of who’s watching. tired kisses after along missions but he needs your touch. kisses your neck while you stand before the mirror. hand kisses.

abyssal angel x reader

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚. . . ◞ ₊˚

𖹭. some reactions of our most possessive-induced darlings when they're overrun with jealousy upon seeing someone getting too close to you<3 / gn reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ALESSIO 781 ꒱ is the epitome of jealous. he gets jealous when animals prance over to you and nuzzle against your leg for crying out loud. and in the halls of university? oh he is the worst. he can’t help it; he never lets it get overbearing but fucking hell is the way his arm rests around your waist or shoulder not enough? the way he snatches you by the hips and pins you to his locker to kiss you senseless? the evident marks of his black lipstick smudging your neck?

there has been a few times where he catches people blatantly flirting with you in one of the cafeteria. and of course he stalks over. looms behind you and stares the person down — to which they back off quickly. everyone knows to fuck off if alessio arias isn’t smiling.

ah, but that smile comes quickly when you spin around to greet him. “well good morning pretty,” he’ll chuckle. snatch you by the waistline like he always does. or hook his fingers into your belt loops and hoist you closer. pressing his typically dizzying kisses to your lips. and staring at the bastard when he tilts his head to deepen your sweet kiss. the squeeze on your side speaking for him: mine.

mercenary x reader, enigma x reader, antihero x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN 9948E ꒱

 is the second epitome of jealousy. they should know that you’re his. he’s been shameless in displaying that time and time again. it doesn’t matter how many times he scents you. how many pieces of his jewellery you wear. how numerous of his feathers remain within your possession — people always try their luck. why wouldn’t they? you were the darling of rishen aryielus, everyone wanted a piece of you if it meant getting back at him. he sees it whenever he brings you to the angel halls. how he has to stay at your side — and even then people cast sly glances.

not that he shies away. not one bit. he’ll kiss you breathless in any section of nadir. drape a wing over you and glare ahead at whoever he feels is getting a bit too close for comfort. and we all know rishen is not afraid to spout a few words.

“oh what do the rest of you not understand?” he chuckles, lifting your chin. he glances not at them. only you. *always you. “*they are mine. so it would be in your best interest to buzz off.” oh well, your kisses always clam him down.

angel x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ HÀOYÚ 9948E ꒱ is not just the jealous type, he’s the possessive type. the waiter at the restaurant he took you to glances a bit too long? the lady down the street smiled at you a bit too much? his brother made you laugh a little too hard? it doesn’t take much to trigger him; and when it happens his hands will be all over you. staring down whoever had the ‘audacity’.

he’ll steal you away regardless of where you are. making up some excuse to the person left behind — or none at all. steering you against whatever secluded wall he can and pressing fervent kisses down your neck. digging his talons into your thighs.

“mine. only mine. aren’t you qīn'ài de?” he’d murmur. if he could he’d do the same in front of people too. he most likely has. not to mention always leaving his bite marks on your neck or over your shoulders. . . he can’t help it. he’s too scared of losing you.

grim reaper x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RASUI 9948E ꒱ seems so very calm but the fact is, he can’t stand it when people get a little too close to you. what didn’t they understand? his elemental claim mark rested proudly at your hip. it should ward of most supernaturals; and humans should get the feeling that you are already taken. and yet it seemed that some still tried their luck. oh well.

he makes sure to join in on the conversation. coming up alongside you in all of his regal countenance. acting as though he is genuinely interested in whatever conversation is going on between you and the other person yet it slowly bleeds out into something more. subtle jabs at the one before you. euphemisms. staring them dead in the eye. all while his hand reaches out to cup your hip. fingers pressing into the mark hidden beneath your clothes — making it tingle. reminding you as well.

he doesn’t even try to make an excuse. eventually he drops all pleasantries and directly tells the person to scamper off. all so he can pull you to his office. lean you against his desk and pepper heated kisses up your neck. mark up all your sweetspots. “tired of having to show the world that you are mine. lay down.”

fire elemental x reader, mercenary leader x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN 9948V ꒱ loses all of that blankness when he gets jealous. why should he be? he’s in a constant strife to keep you safe, so when someone just struts on up and tries to steal you from him. . . oh he sees red. sanguinists can grow quite possessive, especially because of their connection to their beloved’s blood. the intimacy of it. the closeness of it. the claim.

he’s got a drop of your blood in his locket; so he’s more than capable of willing you over to him with so much as a curl of his finger. you’ll gently sway over to him without feeling so much as a breeze. he’ll hook an arm around your side and stare the person down.

“don’t appreciate you eyeing what’s mine. piss off.” his free hand will draw out a charm before the person’s eyes. a clear warning. and when the both of you are home? he’ll kiss you silly, grab at whatever he can, make out with you until your eyes bug out. seems he’ll have to redo a few rituals.

corrupt cultivator x reader, bounty hunter x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ TALISEN 164 ꒱ 

is a man that you do not wanna get jealous — but can and will under most circumstances. he’s a possessive man, he has to be with the amount of people that try to steal you away ( in his eyes at least ). he’s not subtle about it. he’ll adorn you in his colours. leave marks wherever he pleases. he’ll watch you whenever he takes you out to town. sending sharp glares at whoever lingers their gaze on you for too long. his tall figure lingering behind you as you skitter off to a random stall. mouth a threat to whoever dares to even think of you.

and should someone be idiotic enough to try anything when he’s a bit away from you? well tough luck, looks like they’re cursed now.

he’s snatched you by the jaw in the library he’s taken you to once. pressed your lips into his his hungrily. used his magic to usher out whoever tried to approach and tell him otherwise. he doesn’t care. they should know that you are his.

corrupt god x reader, siren x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ORION ꒱ is known as the quiet type. and he retains such a reputation even when he’s jealous. . . well, for the most part. much like a certain angel above, he’s well aware of how many people wish to get under his skin through you. and oh, they can try. not that they’d get very far — especially when they notice the pair of black feather earrings that dangle from your ears, or the black feathered bracelet around your wrist. his feathers.

and if they don’t catch the hint then? that’s okay. he’ll silently watch from the sidelines. brown eyes at the scene. gazing straight at the person and catching their line of vision if only to trace them over your figure. pointedly. possessively. making sure that they see it.

it wouldn’t take too long before he pushes himself away from wherever he is. sauntering over and standing tall beside you. “aein,” he drawls, hand caressing the side of your face before he leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek. gaze flickering to the person for but a moment. “shall we? I grow tired of watching you with this. . . eyesore.” and so he whisks you off. pressing you into the nearest wall. wrapping his wings around you to remind you that they are yours — that you are his. and kissing you sweetly. heatedly. in every way that makes your legs tremble. it’s okay, he’ll hoist you up and hook them around his waist if they buck.

if anyone sees? good.

abyssal angel x reader