#BUT IT STILL HURTS. THEY HAD SUCH A CUTE MOMENT AFOEIJAOWIFEJAOIWEJFAOWFEIJAWOEIFJAOEWIFJA

[vulpixelates]

my gay ass is having so much trouble writing zaerellia content rn bc in-game they are broken up rn and my heart is hurting over it. these bitches are FICTIONAL. and i know they're going to get back together. and i'm still sad about it lmao

writing them makes me even more sad about it tbh... i'm writing the super cute moment that happened the night before The Stabbing Incident and it HORTS. THIS SHIT STIIIINGS

[sysig]

Plateau, crescendo

[hopeheartfilia]

... wait are we really just. leaving alucard in the castle, alone.. the season ends as he sobs i...

i am emotional about it

[sungwanns]

hopefully i don’t literally burn my fingers off like i did last night working on my project but i might bc i have to work on it again lol <3

[blackwaxidol]

i'm not dead

emotional rollercoaster word-vomit paragraph i wrote before i calmed down in the tags, that i feel is necessary to preserve in its original frenzied format as a testament to the state of my mind:

i'm sorry if i concerned anyone it's just that. i hit post and ran off scared out of my mind thinking i would be scolded for... something. i don't know. i'm terrified of everyone and interacting and disappointing and being unable to give response i truly want to give and i forget who i am this internal conflict of not being one singular... something. there are so many gaps in my mind and to grasp for it only to realise more days have passed. and i always have this... backlog in my mind of "remember to check up on your friends you love their content and them as people you cherish them remember" and then i do not do it because it's suddenly been two more days and then it feels inappropriate to attempt to interact with old content that i want to see and give my love to and i just. i don't know! it makes me cry a lot to think about. i have never been so anxious in my life this past month and it has spurned mania and depression and hypersexuality to the point i didn't feel like a human being and didn't want to and i would just be fine with disappearing. i'm scared. i'm deeply afraid of seeing anything on my screen i had immediately darted to the make post button. i'm losing so much sleep i wake up at 5pm and sometimes i have moments of confidence where i almost open this site and post but then i forget where i was. i know it's someone else trying to keep me sane but i want it to stop and just let me. be. i don't know. it's just dissociation i know it is. you know it's just what i've called it. "someone else". naming things doesn't feel right to me. i've never been a fan of naming things, even my own toys when i was little. it feels disgusting to think of myself as a child once but some part of me is intrinsically childish. that's the childish thing, i call it. it feels awful and delightful to be so fucking ignorant and stupid and make mistakes like that that feel good and euphoric at the time and then i as i am look back and feel nothing but repulsion at. it fucking disgusts me but someone else cares about it. i speak in hyperbolics because i am shameful and i cannot hold a single tone for longer than a paragraph before i enter a tangent and things become loose and hazy. as one always says, "if you know, you know." i don't know if this is the same tone i had when i started this post and suddenly it does not bother me. concern it as the delusional psychosis of someone with a splintered mind. would it please you to hear it as it is? the beginning of this post doesn't feel like something i would write, but as all things, it must come from me.

it is what it is. and i am calm.

goodnight, i have thought about some people a lot recently and it pains me to think i could not trust anyone. please do not think less of me for it.

post tag-making addendum: i am filled with love and genuine calm :•) i want to be gently hugged and i feel gently hugged goodnight i send polite kisses through the ether

[all-blue-headcanons]

Character Analysis - X Drake

Warning: Domestic abuse mentioned ~

Okay, this is probably a bit out of the ordinary as it wasn’t a requested question, but I’ve watched this particular video a second time and it really explains a lot about X Drake’s character and why he behaves the way he does? Concerning the video, it’s in French so I can’t understand it 100% but my god, it’s not hard to see why Drake ran away so easily and doesn’t hold a grudge against Doflamingo even years later as a fully grown man! Oda confirmed that Drake’s father was an abusive man, but you can clearly see there’s something wrong at the start; the man is violent towards his own crewmates, and while it’s a situation that means they know they’re probably all about to die, I can’t ever recall many other captains treating their nakama in such a brutal way. The way he kicks that chair is also pretty terrible. Given that Drake already has that signature scar on his chin, I have no doubt that Barrels was physically abusive and even violent towards his own son and while it’s not confirmed, I have a feeling that the man was also abusive towards Drake’s mother. I can’t see her willingly leaving her son behind, because as we see later in Wano where our dinosaur boi faints at the sight of pretty women, I personally believe they actually had a good relationship given his attitude towards the girls at the bath house so clearly something bad happened. Whether Drake’s mother died early from illness or god forbid, at her own husband’s hand, I’m getting the idea that Drake is untrusting and reserved as he is because he might very well be afraid of turning into his father. Continuing the cycle of abuse if you will. It’s a complicated matter and is all too often a very real problem in this world concerning abusive family members and where such behaviour can be passed down through generations, but fortunately it seems that Drake isn’t that kind of man and puts his aggression towards better use, attacking his foes. Watching this video again really hurts the feels and influences how I write for this particular character though. I hope our lovely dino man gets the recognition he deserves at Wano and a deeper look into his background and past, and of his ambitions for future arcs of the series!

[eificopper]

my absolute favorite part of this new chapter was how Lunaala just SWOOPED IN like

MY CHILDREN

[chilumi-shipper]

Little Lamb

Diluc x Fem!Reader/ Kaeya x Fem!Reader /Xiao x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Noncon, Dubcon, Manipulation, Overstimulation, Lambgirl!Reader, Pussy Slapping, Dumb and Innocent Reader, Squirting, Sex Toys.

Summary: Genshin boys manipulate you into fucking them. They can't help it, everytime they see you, all they want is to bend you over, rip off your clothes and grab onto your fluffy ears as they rail you from behind.

Part 2 with Zhongli, Childe, Albedo, Kazuha, and Thoma: Little Lamb (2)

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Diluc

"O-Ouchie, M-Master Diluc-" You whimpered as your master's dick brushes against the walls of your cunt.

He just couldn't help it. The moment you screamed for help and he came to your aid, seeing you in your little maid uniform with your thighs forcibly spread apart by a cluster of rope that you fell onto while you were cleaning the storage of Dawn Winery.

Your panties just fully exposed to him, begging him to rip it off of your pussy and claim it for himself. And when he saw your face, glossy eyes and a frown as you try to find a way to get free, your ears flat against your head, feeling uncomfortable with the way the rope just fully holds you open.

"Master Diluc, please help me." You pleaded, your back against the wall to balance yourself as you reach out a hand for your master. "Hurts..." You whimpered whilst the rope digs on the skin of your thighs.

Diluc had walked closer to you, with every fiber of his being just begging him to take out his hardening cock and shove your panties aside before fucking the absolute life out of you.

Fuck you so hard that all the innocence will be sucked out of your body and just turn into a slutty desire for him.

He grazed the rope wrapped around your thigh with his fingers. "Hmm, this is a pretty thick rope. I don't know how to get you out, Y/N." Diluc even faked a sad voice, enjoying as your expression seemed to turn sad.

"I'll be stuck here forever?" He chuckled a bit, his lambgirl's a little slow in the brains.

"Of course not, little one." His finger trails from the rope onto your panties where he presumes your clit is. "Master would never allow that to happen." You let out a cute little gasp as he starts to rub your covered clit with two of his fingers.

"W-What is Master D-Diluc doing?" You asked in confusion, a strange feeling consuming you as your master look at you with a calm, reassuring face. "Ahhh..."

That's what led to this moment, you don't really know why your master is doing... whatever this is to you, but Master Diluc is the strongest and smartest person you know! Whatever he's doing to you right now, it's surely a way to get you out of the tangle.

"Ughhh..." Diluc groaned as you felt something liquid-y flow within your walls again, that's been happening quite a while ever since your master shoved his cock inside you. Hmmm...

"Master Diluc, my tummy hurts." You frowned at him again, well it doesn't actually hurt per se, but it feels weird, like when you really need to pee, but with your vocabulary, you don't really know how to describe that feeling.

"Are you about to cum, my little sheep?" Master Diluc asked you, his lips kissing your fluffy ears. You giggled at his question.

"Silly Master Diluc, how can I come when I'm already here?" Your giggles were music to his ears. Cute little lamb, he can't help but smile at the thought that he has fully defiled you and you don't even realize what had happened.

You looked down and suddenly frowned, "Master Diluc, your trick didn't work, I'm still stuck." You whimpered, resting you head on master's shoulder.

"Ohh, that means I'll have to fuck you even harder, huh?" His hips started to move again, starting off with slow but hard thrust. He makes sure that you can feel his cock as he fucks you, makes sure to cum very deep so that it wouldn't drip out, he makes sure that you are completely and utterly his.

He really loves the way you whimper and moan as he roughly pounds your cute little pussy.

Kaeya

"Sir Kaeya, is this a part of my new knight training schedule?"

"Of course. A good knight must have a decent pain tolerance and endurance. And lucky for you, my dear Y/N, I know exactly what you need for this exercise."

You've always strived to be the best sheep knight that you can be! Prove to everyone who says that you're a lamb in a world of wolves, that you're no scaredy cat---- err, lamb.

That's why you let your Captain Kaeya do all this to you...

Shove multiple dildos into your pussy, until your completely full and plugged (even if you are already full from one dildo, he just likes multiple cocks shoved into you).

Slap your pussy whenever he saw that you're about to cum... you don't know why he does that though, what does cum even mean?

Lick your clit as he gropes your ass or breasts.

You let him do all that to you... Cause it's your "training".

"Hah..." You gasped as Kaeya's cold fingers grazed your sensitive clit, shivers running up your body.

You try desperately to get his approval, that you're strong and resilient, a very capable girl.

As you lay on his bed sideways, cum leaking out of you from his brutal fucking, your body feels sore and sensitive.

You panted heavily, not having the strength to even look at your Captain.

"AHHHH!" You screamed as you feel Kaeya shove a vibrating toy inside your pussy, making you quiver as cum starts to continuously squirt out of you.

You cried as the feeling of overstimulation consumes you.

"Kaeya..." You sobbed.

The blue-haired man laid next you, tracing your ears with his ice cold finger. He even smiled as your ears twitched at the sensation.

"It's okay, Y/N. You've been very good today." Kaeya has reassured you, making you smile a bit, despite the tears staining your cute face.

"T-Thank you, C-Captain."

Xiao

The Yaksha has never seen anyone be so, so weak. A little lamb in a slaughter, he thinks you are.

Your paths have crossed multiple times before, everytime you look up at him in awe as he battles his way through enemies and coming out without a single scratch.

"I wish I can be as strong as you, Xiao!" You had exclaimed one time, after you had served him some meals that you helped Cloud Retainer make.

You were asking for it, asking for him to dick you down in the most brutal way possible.

Everytime you look at him with your doe eyes, shining bright as you throw every single compliment known to man at him.

Everytime you had asked him to train you to become strong as well. As an Adeptus, you want to do your part as well!

Yet all he sees is a girl who's just so desperately trying to get his attention, begging him to chain you down on your own bed and take you till you're crying.

"Hurts---" You whimper as Xiao brutally thrusts his cock into you over and over, your forearms clamped over your chest and tensed to distract you from the bruising grip he has on your hips.

"Little slut, you like this, don't you?" He sounded aggressive as he continues his pounds at your poor cunt.

Do you like this? You're not so sure...

For hours, he used your body like a ragdoll, groaning at the feeling of your soft insides rubbing against his cock.

It did hurt when he started hitting your cervix, tip entering your womb after each thrust. But looking at Xiao's face, you can make out that he seems so happy and content pounding your insides.

You would be a very very bad lamb to tell him to stop even though he deserves to do whatever he wants after all he's been through.

More hours had passed and Xiao had barely given you a break, just stopping for a second after his orgasm then bending you to another position, forcing moans out of your mouth as he penetrates you.

"Xia---haaaah..." You couldn't talk anymore as he took you from behind, your left arm in his hand, using it as a leverage to fuck you even harder.

Every night, Xiao had his way with you. "Think of this as the training you've been asking for." He would say, promising you that if you let him fuck you whenever he wants... at some point, you'll just become stronger.

That very much is not true, but he enjoys seeing you believe and thank him as he defiles you in your own abode.

He enjoys your little, "T-thank you, thank you" as his cruel thrusts almost break you in half.

Sometimes, you even ask for him to go harder, just to speed up the process.

[ewwgene-fitzherbert]

c/r

[fsrintaro]

𝟎𝟎𝟏 - 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄

## ft. suna rinataro, miya atsumu, hajime iwaizumi

## a/n. i had an idea for bokuto too but this was getting long :”( another time??

## warning(s). use of “princess” in iwa’s part

[masterlist - 002]

SUNA RINTARO chuckled as he pinches the screen of his phone to zoom in, capturing you swaying aimlessly and singing cheesy teenage songs into the neighbourhood that was well past asleep.

“hey! i thod i told you to shtop follow me.” you slurred, pointing an accusatory finger at suna. earlier, suna had half your body lugged onto his as he tried to drag you out of the bar. instead of accepting the help of your boyfriend, you heaved yourself off of him, taking off in the opposite direction to scuttle away from the “stranger”.

“well, then who is going to make sure you get home safe?”

face immediately lighting up, you fished your phone out of your pocked to flash your home-screen to suna, showing him your wallpaper which was a photo of the two of you snuggled together. “my boyfwen! he ish sooooo cute! isn’t he so handsome? hup-up, don’t say anything. he is my rinnie.”

suna was happy that he at least got the chance to capture that moment — you shoving the phone to his face to boast about him, talking about how he has made you feel safe and constantly assured that he loves you with his entire being. it still has not settled upon you that you were boasting about your boyfriend to your very own boyfriend until suna seized your wrist, pulling you into his chest as firm arms wrapped around your body to pull you closer.

you were about to raise your knee up to fight back until his familiar smell wafted into your nose. your rin. looking up to his eyes that were gleaming under the light of the street lamp, the two of you basked in the moment of togetherness as warmth flowed between the two of you.

“dun….don’t come near me! i have a boyfriend.” you stretched your arms out of you, creating a barrier between you and MIYA ATSUMU, the said “boyfriend” that was trying to help you.

atsumu found it adorable that you were trying to fend him off in your drunken state. as your arms were stretched out in front of you, it wobbled due to the shifting lightness flowing through your body, your eyes half-lidded and face flushed. although your words say one thing, your body implies the other by betraying you as your legs gave out under you.

swooping in to catch your inebriated body, atsumu chided you for drinking too much. no matter how strict his tone sounds, his soft fingers that were brushing your strands of your hair to the sides almost made you smile as the simple action screamed his love for you.

never forgetting your protests, you raised your small hands that now formed little fists as you attempted to punch atsumu, making punching sound effects as you jabbed the air between the two of you. “s-square square up, bitch.”

“woah, woah there. calm down, baby. what-what if i get hurt?” atsumu’s arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to protect himself.

“then don’t touch me because my boyfriend will hurt you even more.” you shimmied out of his arms, landing onto the floor with a soft thud and a yelp of pain. atsumu did not know what to feel then. was he supposed to feel rejected? honoured? or offended?

as you stuck your tongue out at him before you stumbled away to find your boyfriend, atsumu found what he felt. dumbfounded. absolutely dumbfounded at the way you were trying to fight your own boyfriend because of your boyfriend.

HAJIME IWAIZUMI winced at the sting that pelleting down on his back — turns out it was your fists beating at away at his back. who could blame you? in your drunken state, you thought that you were being carried away on the back of an absolute stranger.

“p-put me down!” your whines were muffled as your face was buried in the crook of the man’s neck. slowly, your resolve started breaking away once you got comfortable hanging onto iwaizumi’s back.

“sorry princess, you’re way too drunk to walk on your own.” iwaizumi paused in his tracks to pull you onto his back securely, arms firmly hooking under your knees.

you let out a small humph as you buried your face once again in his neck. restlessness soon got the best of you as your hands started roaming to his cheeks, pinching and squeezing at the softness. sighing wistfully, playing with the “stranger” made you realise that you miss your hajime.

“haji would sooo kill us if he sees this. so please?”

iwaizumi immediately stopped in his tracks at your words, arms releasing from under your knees to set you down. he can’t believe that you did not realise that it was him, your boyfriend, who was piggybacking you home.

“uh wooooooh…big scary man angwyy.” you slurred, turning your back to run away from iwaizumi who was glowering at you.

“fuckin’ hell, y/n. can’t you recognise me?”

squinting your eyes, your thoughts still can’t seem to fathom the image before you. appearance and details of the stranger started overwhelming you but beyond your foggy state of mind, you could somewhat make out the spiky tips of the person’s hair. “h-haji? when did you get here?”

just how much alcohol did you drink? shaking his head, hajime spun on his heel to continue making his way to your shared home, leaving you desperately apologising and calling him back. god, you were a handful but iwaizumi would never trade you for anything else in this world.

(◕‿◕)♡ likes and rbs are always appreciated !!

[adoringhaikyuu]

omg!!! i really loved the ‘drunk haikyuu boys says something offhand’ and i was thinking if you could do pt2 but with suna, kenma and tsukishima? :]]

THEY COME HOME DRUNK AND MAKE AN OFFHAND COMMENT ON YOUR APPEARANCE | 3

characters: kenma + tsukishima + (gn!reader)

warnings: none

notes: suna was in part two <3 don't know how i feel about this but here you go!

part one / part two / part three

kenma's eyes were barely open as kuroo led him to your shared apartment. he had a slight stumble to his walk but he'd had fun tonight. he normally didn't like to drink and let loose, especially not without you, but you convinced him. and now he was more than ready to come home to you. well he was, at least.

they had just made it inside to the apartment when kenma's eyes widened a fraction and he suddenly stopped. "no––"

kuroo looked up to see you walking towards them, still a little far into the room (it was a spacious apartment) and looked back to his friend with raised a brow, "huh?"

"don't wanna see y/n..."

kuroo laughed awkwardly, glancing at you for a brief moment, tension suddenly rising in the room. kenma hadn't seen you yet so you slowed down uncertainly. "what do you mean, man? why not?"

kenma blinked sluggishly before mumbling back a response, some of his words muffled in his hand, so quiet neither you nor kuroo could hear them. "can't see...don't wanna look...y/n's face..."

you were only a few feet away now, the hurt obvious on your face and it made kuroo's heart clench for you. "ken–"

his friend suddenly looked up at the ceiling, letting his eyes close, a look of almost anguish on his face. "just know, y/n'll be in pajamas––" he rubbed a hand on his face, muffling his words. "too cute. g'nna say somethin' stupid."

kuroo's face broke out into a grin. "well i don't think y/n would mind."

kenma simply groaned and glared at his friend when you finally spoke up, making him turn to you with wide eyes. "yeah, i don't think i'd mind."

you looked at him with a knowing, teasing smile and he groaned again, immediately coming over to you and wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"can you forget what i said?"

you laughed, kuroo staring at the two of you with a smile. "not a chance."

tsukishima's gaze looked as bored and critical as ever, even tipsy. the one thing that gave him away, was the constant blush on his cheeks that you'd normally have to work hard to see, normally with a teasing comment or a flurry of kisses.

but his stare, that was the same as ever. as he looked down at you, arms by his side, almost like a child, you couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind. it could have been anything, something good, something bad, something funny––

"what are you wearing?"

oh.

you looked down at your sweats––the pants were yours, but the sweatshirt was his. you knew he knew that, so why was he asking?

"um..." you looked back up at him. "pajamas?"

he sighed, the look in his eyes now more clearly exasperated. "why are you wearing that?"

suddenly you felt anxious, did he not want you to wear his clothes anymore?

"i...i just wanted to? they're comfy. and i missed you while you were out..."

something flashed in his eyes briefly at your words but you couldn't decipher it fast enough.

his eyes scanned you from head to toe and you couldn't help but feel like you were being scrutinized. "you just... you look..."

"what?" you wrapped your arms around yourself. "what is it?"

he clenched his jaw and looked to the side. "you look...cute."

the tension left your body but you were still in shock, silent as you looked at him for a few seconds. "...what?"

he clicked his tongue, "don't make me repeat it."

your lips quirked up into a smile and you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around him as you propped your chin on his chest. "aww you think i look cute?"

he looked up at the ceiling, despite his arms slowly moving to hold you. "i take it back."

"nope. you can't." you laughed when the blush on his cheeks spread, obviously from your teasing this time. "i think you look cute too, baby."

slowly, he gave in and looked down at you, his eyes much softer than before. "not as cute as you, though."

LEAVE A TIP <3 (if you’d like)

[chippedaxe]

AXE! Could you do the usual mcyts you write for with cockwarming HCS? Ty! <3

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Title: cock-warming HCS <3

Warnings: NSFW!, Switch reader?, pet names, idk what other tags tbh.

Pronouns: They/Them

Synopsis: cockwarming headcanons of the mcyt's.

Word count: 1.2k

Note: :P

*There are mentions of holes and that but you can just imagine it as either a vagina or an asshole.

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Dream

- You came up to Dream and lowered your head so you didn't have to meet his gaze, he immediately saw something was wrong and asked about it "Nothing bad- I was just thinking.. Could we do something.." you trailed off with your thought process.

- "Tell me now before you forget about it, darling" Dream grabs your chin gently "I wanna do cock-warming with you.. Please?" you spoke up "Oh of course! I'd love to do that with you, sweetheart" His eyes lit up and you could tell he was excited.

- He would offer you his lap to sit on quite a lot since then, hoping you would warm up his dick as well. "Come on- you said you wanted to try it!" he'd innocently say "Well okay then.."

- You'd lower yourself down on him, your tight hole stretching as his cock pushed further into you "Oh you feel so good.. It's gonna be hard to just sit here staying still with your body feeling like that.." Dream groans into your ear.

- It'd be almost like torture to Dream, he would have to just sit there doing nothing?? Maybe he shouldn't have been so eager to get you on his cock..

Sapnap

- You were laying on the couch with Sapnap when he pressed up against you from behind, his bulge digging into your ass "Need some help?" you asked and started to turn around but Sapnap just hugged you.

- "No- just need to be closer to you.." Sapnap mumbled into the crook of your neck "I know a way we can be closer, come on darling" you caressed his cheek. Sapnap pulled away and pouted as he pulled down his pants just a bit so his cock could come out, you then pulled your pants down and sat on his cock.

- You threw your arms around Sapnap's neck, snuggling against him warmly "Oh this is wonderful.. Love bein' so close to you, darlin'.." Sapnap whispers in your ear.

- Sapnap held onto you so tightly that you couldn't even move if you wanted to! It was nice to be so close to him but it'd make you so needy whenever he'd shift around on the couch, small movements making you squeak.

- Sapnap would eventually break and just grab onto your hips, ramming into your without warning and smashing up your insides with his dick.

George

- He will be laying with you on the bed when you bring it up, he would be half asleep and not realize what you're saying until he wakes up again in the morning. "Wait- did you say you wanted to cock warm me or was that just a dream I had?" he wouldn't be too sure but would be happy to do it with you.

- He wouldn't understand it a whole lot but would be happy to do it if you wanted him to, pulling him to the side on the bed and slipping him inside of you to just rest in there. "Wait- no moving?" George is gutted, he didn't know that was apart of cock warming.

- George probably disregards it and does it anyways, grinding against you sometimes when it'd get too much for him, normally making you end up with cum stuffed inside of you like usual.

- "Sorry I didn't do it right love, felt too good" George hums into your ear as he hugs you from behind and leans his head on your shoulder "It's fine.. I liked it too" you reassure him.

Eret

- You crawled onto their lap and stared down at her face, his eyes glancing up to meet yours "yes? What is it?" he grinned at you. "I- I want something.." You weren't great at speaking what you wanted but she helped to encourage you "Oh yeah? What is it?" He asked as they grabbed your hips.

- You squeaked and gulped nervously "Can I just sit on your cock? Not move- just sit there?" you asked "If you can handle it then of course my darling" Eret stroked your hair and smiled fondly. You were happy to get what you wanted but you felt slightly upset from his remark, of course you could handle it.

- Irony; simply put, dramatic irony is when a person makes a harmless remark, and someone else who hears it knows something that makes the remark have a different, and usually unpleasant, meaning. That was in fact ironic, because you in fact could not handle it.

- You were squirming on their lap and trying your best not to move, not wanting to upset Eret in any way "Dear. What's wrong? Speak up" Eret caressed your cheek and that's when you knew that she could see right through you. You sighed and started to move slowly "Aw so you couldn't handle it after all, it's cute you tried though.." Eret shrugged.

Karl

- He was the one who brought it up with you, wanting to be closer to you and touch you more. "Please- Can I just slip it in you? I won't move, promise!" Karl pleaded "Oh of course hun, that sounds good to me" you accepted.

- Karl was ecstatic and was literally bouncing for joy, hopping in place and clapping his hands "Oh yes! I can't wait!" he was all giggly and excited now. Great, now you've got a hyperactive Karl.

- You were cuddling him on the couch when you remembered his request from earlier, slipping your pants down a bit to reveal your bare crotch. Karl looked down at you "What're you doing?" he looked at you, you hummed in response and tugged his pants down so you could slip his cock inside you.

- Karl let out a load groan when you finally slid him inside, sighing and relaxing when you snuggled up against him "Oh this is nicer than I expected.. I love you" Karl smiled down at you.

Punz

- "Can I cock-warm you?" Punz asked as he got into bed, pulling the blankets away from you which left you laying there in the cold. "Cock-warm? Sure.." you agreed reluctantly as you had no idea what he meant.

- Punz got on top of you and slid your pajama bottoms down, taking your underwear off too and sliding himself inside of you. You hissed at the feeling "ah- Punz.." you winced "Does that hurt?" Punz froze. "No- I'm just a bit sensitive at the moment" your face heated up, "Don't worry darlin' I'm not gonna move" Punz kissed your forehead.

- It felt weird to have his dick just sitting inside of you, not moving at all. One of you would go to move which would result in a bit of friction which would tickle the both of you a bit "Ah-"

- You could probably cock-warm him some other time without it resulting in rough sex but that time wasn't now.

[noobsquasher]

spiderman just fucking the hell out of me in his suit and being extremely cocky and flirtatious pls 😭 love u

The Suit Stay's On

Part One

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut, degrading, praising, unprotected sex, swearing, Dom Peter, rough sex, etc

Summary: After many months of wondering what sex with Spiderman feels like, you finally get to experience it.

Note: Peter Parker x female reader

All characters in this story are 18+

Enjoy :)

Read part two, here.

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Working as an assistant for the Avengers came with some pretty good benefits.

The pay was great, you even got your own room at the Avenger’s Tower. The only thing was that you ran errands for the infamous Tony Stark. The man was insane, but you still got to hang out with the world-famous Avengers.

Although you knew some of the Avengers, Tony wouldn’t let you mingle with all of them. Especially, the masked ones. The ones with their hidden identities.

Spiderman had always fascinated you.

The way how he was effortlessly swinging across the city of New York, using his strong and durable webs to get him to his destination or to fight crime, really turned you on.

I wonder what those webs can do…

His suit also showed his alluring muscles. The way how his biceps poked out his suit… fuck… staring at the masked hero made your panties stick to your pussy.

“So… who is this Spiderman? Is he cute?” You asked Natasha while you two ate lunch together.

“He’s alright. Young.” She spoke.

“Young… like 22? 24?”

“Early twenties.” She replied.

“Oh… what’s his name?” You asked, prying to see if Natasha would reveal anything about your current crush.

She glared at you, giving you the side-eye before she dived back into her salad.

“Oh, come on… what about his zodiac sign?” You asked again.

“Y/N- you know I can’t say anything about him. If Stark wanted you to meet him, you would already.”

“But Nat! He’s- he’s just so hot!”

“Who’s hot?” Someone asked.

You turned around to see Peter, the intern.

“Mind your business, Parker.” You snarked before you took a bite out of your sandwich.

“What? I can’t know what you two are talking about? It’s my lunch break too.” He spoke, grabbing a seat across from you.

“Y/N here is talking about her newest crush, Spiderman…” Nat spoke, a slight smirk on her face.

“Spiderman? What about him?” Peter questioned.

“Nothing.” You blurted.

“Don’t act like you weren’t just gawking over him!” Nat teased.

“Natasha!” You yelled, not wanting Peter to know about your crush since he did work with Spiderman as well.

“You like Spiderman? Since when?” Peter asked, now highly interested in this conversation.

“Since he saved my life? I told you two about what happened like a year ago…” you spoke softly, remembering the traumatizing moment.

You were held at gunpoint, a masked vigilante about to pull the trigger if you didn’t hand him your purse.

You threw it on the ground, crying, begging him not to hurt you.

You were young, you still had your life to live. Flashes of your family and friends filled your eyes.

Was this the day I die?

Suddenly, a man dressed in red and blue attire swings in front of you, pushing the criminal onto the concrete.

You gasp, backing away as this strange individual kicks away the gun in the thief’s hands, tying him up in what looks like webbing, and pinning him to the ground.

You stand in shock, tears stained on your face as you stare at the person who just saved your life.

They grab your purse, slowly walking towards you.

“Hey… it’s alright… your safe now. Here.” He hands you your purse, all your valuables still inside.

“T-thank you… thank you so much…”

“No problem. Are you alright? You look pale…” he spoke softly, his voice comforting you.

“I’m- I’m okay. I’ll be alright…”

“Okay… good. I’m gonna get his ass to jail, you stay safe alright?” He spoke, his hand on your upper arm, squeezing it slightly.

“Uh… yeah… I’m- what’s… what’s your name?” You asked, intrigued by who just saved you.

“Spiderman.”

Ever since that day, the name Spiderman has stuck to you.

You wondered who he was. You assumed he must be good-looking, his voice, the curves of his body making your assumption correct. And his kind heart. You knew he was a sweetheart. Someone who would die for a stranger at any time of day, no matter the circumstance.

You fell for him.

And you didn’t even know what he looked like.

Sometimes, his name would slip out while you touched yourself.

You just imagined his thick cock, fucking your brains out until you can’t walk anymore. Fucking you so hard that you lose vision in your right ear and hearing in your left eye.

That hard.

Even with such a kind heart, you knew he had a bit of cocky-ness to him.

You had seen him again. Working for the avengers got you more chances to get to know him, get to know the man behind the mask.

He was charming. Sweet. Caring.

Even though your interactions lasted not more than 5 minutes, he still somehow left a mark on you.

Oh, how you wished he fucked you in that tight suit of his.

So, now you were madly in love with who Spiderman was, and you needed to get to the bottom of it.

“I remember, yeah you um… you told me.” Peter spoke, playing with his food as he gazed at you.

“Yeah well… he’s cute. I like him. And I need to figure out who he is! The other day I spoke to him, and he was being so charming to me. Flirting with me! I just know he likes me or something! I dunno… it may be a long shot, but I just need to… I just need him inside me… I know… too much information, but I’m being honest here people.” You explained, not making eye contact with Peter.

Natasha let out a laugh, glancing at Peter's shocked face.

“I’m sorry! I’m just being honest!” You defended.

“You… you want… him inside- inside you?” Peter mumbled, now nervous.

“Yes. No questions asked. I’ll do anything for the man. If he wants me on my knees, he doesn’t need to ask twice.”

Peter started coughing, out of nowhere. His hand was on his chest as he tried to get his act together.

Natasha was now smiling and giggling like a manic.

What the hell is up with these two?

“Well… I’m telling you right now Y/N, I’m most definitely positive that Spiderman likes you back. At least a little.” Natasha spoke.

You gave her a little grin.

“Yeah… he likes you. I can… I can tell.” Peter spoke softly.

“Well, since we now know he likes me, I’m going to come up with a plan that ends up in Spiderman fucking me senseless.” You spoke, a devilish grin on your face as you thought about this filthy plan.

Little did you know, Peter was coming up with his dirty plan too.

-

Tony Stark was known for throwing huge, fabulous parties. Whether it was someone’s birthday or just a regular Thursday, he would plan extravaganzas in a heartbeat.

It was Saturday night.

You had the night off since you were attending this random party Stark was throwing at his penthouse above the tower.

You knew the avengers would be there.

Usually, Spiderman would barely show up, if anything he would stay for 15 minutes and then leave, but tonight, your gut was telling you that he was going to be there.

You put on your best dress, did your makeup for the first time in a while, fixed your hair, and put on your most uncomfortable but sexy high heels.

Spiderman would see what he was missing out on.

You walked out to the bar, nearly tripping as you stepped around party guests.

Fuck, should’ve never worn these damn heels.

“Hey Nat, lemme get a tequila shot please?” You asked Natasha who was playing Bartender tonight.

You never knew why she liked being behind the bar, but she seemed to enjoy mixing drinks and talking to random socialites.

“Yup- Woah… Y/N! Wow… I might just take you into my bedroom right now…” Natasha flirted, gazing at your outfit.

“Oh stop!” You giggled, liking her compliment.

“Who are you dressing up for?” She asked, pouring the liquor into the shot glass.

“You know who…”

She glanced at you, a smirk on her face as she handed you your drink.

“Let’s hope he shows up tonight, Y/N. You look too pretty for him not to see you. If he doesn’t show, I’ll be runner up.”

You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes.

“I’ll keep that in mind Romanoff…”

A couple of tequila shots later and you were stumbling around the penthouse, looking for a place to sit down.

“Damn, these fucking heels!” You complained as you walked outside, towards the balcony. Thankfully, nobody was outside, so you had the entire balcony to yourself.

You sat down on the bench they had, slowly bending over to take off your shoes. They had been killing you all night. Not only did your feet hurt, but your heart did too. Spiderman didn’t show up.

Heels tossed to the side as you leaned back on the bench, gazing at the magnificent skyline of Manhattan.

You closed your eyes, resting your inebriated body as you got comfortable, feeling the wind pass by your skin.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

You opened your eyes, confused.

“What the-”

Your mouth was left wide open as you stared at the person standing in front of you.

Spiderman.

“Hey… what are you doing out here? You are missing the party.” He spoke, gazing down at you.

“I- I um… I’m tired. My heels- they- the heels are hurting my feet.” You stuttered.

Shit, maybe I need another drink, so I won’t be so fucking nervous around him.

He chuckled, moving, and sitting next to you on the bench.

“Why- why aren’t you at the party? This is an Avenger’s event. You’re an Avenger, right?” You spoke, admiring his arms.

Fuck, I want him to choke me.

“Had some things to take care of. But I’m here now, aren’t I?” He spoke, his head slightly tilting as he admired your outfit.

How your beautiful breasts spilled out that tight dress of yours.

“Dressed up for me?” He teased.

Your eyes widened.

“Uh… uh… I um… no… no. I didn’t. I dressed for the party!” You blurted.

Damn woman, you forgot how to speak?

“You dressed for the party?”

“I did.”

“Hm… that’s a shame… thought you got all sexy for me since you have a crush on me.” He chimed.

You swear your heart stopped.

“Word got around that you like me. Said you wanted me inside you. I don’t even have to ask if it’s true, because with the way your heart is fluttering and how your panties are about drenched right now… I can confirm you dressed up for me, and me only.”

Yup. My heart stopped.

“I- I um… who… oh gosh…” you mumbled, now terrified that Spiderman knows your secret.

“Got you all nervous now? You weren’t nervous when you said that you’d be on your knees for me in a heartbeat.” He teased, his fingers gliding across your thigh as he talked.

You gazed at him, wanting no more than for him to just fuck you.

“No more chit-chat, Spidy. Yes, I like you. Now, let’s get on to the part where you fuck me. Show me what those webs do.” You voiced, a new sense of confidence washing over you like a wave.

He smiled under his mask.

The next thing you knew, you were naked on your bed, pussy soaked as Spiderman himself stroked his thick cock as he admired your bare body. Precum leaking from the pink tip.

“Such a pretty pussy…” he soothed, using a thumb to rub circles around your clit.

Peter’s mouth watered at the sight of your slick folds.

So wet, just for me.

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Spiderman was stubborn. He told you that he would only fuck you if he wore his suit. You desperately wanted to see his face, see who would be inside you, but he protested.

Regardless, you would still get dicked down by the person who made your breath hitch by just standing.

Thankfully, Peter recently installed new mechanics onto his suit that allowed him to remove the bottom half of his suit without taking the entire thing off. It came in handy when he needed to pee, or when he was about to fuck you senseless.

Plus, Peter being in his suit made him feel even more confident, his dominant side coming out in an instance.

-

You’ve never seen a cock that big. It was how you imagined it, thick, veiny, and hard.

“Fuck spidy… is it gonna fit?” You asked, concerned.

I know I said that I wanted him to split me open with his dick, but not literally!

He chuckled.

“I’ll make it fit.”

Suddenly, he impaled you. His thick cock filling you up. You gasped, holding onto your bed with much force. You’ve never been this full before, the feeling was overwhelming. All you could do was gasp for air.

“So tight…” he whispered to himself.

You opened your eyes watching as he thrust in and out of you, his huge hands on either side of your body, holding you tightly.

Oh, how I wished I could see his face. See how good my pussy fucked him.

Peter’s face was scrunched up, lines forming between his eyebrows, lips in a tight line. He was taking in how good you felt, how his tip grazed across your cervix with each pound he made into you.

You told him to fuck you, and that’s exactly what he was doing.

Your moans filled the room, profanities and incoherent sounds escaping your mouth as your body jerked harshly.

Peter watched as your breasts jumped up and down, moving to his rough movements with ease.

“Oh fuck! Spidy! Oh. My. GOSH!” Your screamed eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"If you keep making those sounds, I'm not going to be able to stop myself." Peter spoke, continuing his thrusts.

“Don’t stop! Oh gosh- don’t!”

His thrusts increased, finding a rhythm. The steady rocking of his hips, fingers gripping on your thighs, causing the tips of your fingers and toes to curl.

“Spiderman!” You cried out, tears beginning to fill your eyes.

Suddenly, he picked you up, holding you tightly as he moved you over to the wall, not even taking himself out of your pussy.

Pinning your back against the cold surface, he held you up as he continued his rough thrusts.

Peter was moaning, cursing, grunting, pulling, and tugging at your skin, fucking you with such force, he thought that he would break you.

“Talk like a slut, you’re gonna get fucked like one.” He groaned into your ear as his hand wrapped around your throat, choking you slightly.

At this point, you were now cock drunk. You couldn’t even correlate what the man was saying as his cock tore you up from the inside, out.

You could only focus on how fucking full you were. You could feel him in places you never knew existed. Tears fell on your face each time his cock grazed your cervix. Your makeup was now ruined. It felt so good, you didn’t want him to stop. You wouldn’t even be mad if he fucked you into a casket.

It sent Peter into a frenzy when he watched as your mascara ran down your face. You were a babbling and crying mess, and he couldn’t be prouder.

“You asked for this princess. Don’t go crying now.” He spoke, his thrusts beginning to get sloppy.

“So- so good! I’m- I’m- I’m gonna… fucking cum!” You cried, teeth chattering.

With a few more thrusts, you found it harder to breathe. Your entire body shaking, your fingers gripping onto Peter’s suit. You were about to burst.

“Cum princess. Cum all over me.” Peter groaned.

He didn’t need to speak twice.

Walls clenched around him as your head jerked back, harshly banging against the wall. You didn’t care, your jaw-dropping orgasm took the pain away in an instant. It felt even better than heaven, you swore you saw actual stars above you.

Peter watched carefully as he mentally recorded your orgasm. He watched as your jaw shook, how your legs wrapped around him tightly, and how you let out the loudest roars he’s ever heard.

He would save this moment for later.

He let you cum undone on his cock, making sure you finished before he pulled out letting you down gently on the floor.

“On your knees.” He demanded.

You swore you would get on your knees, no matter what.

Peter didn’t care that you couldn’t even think straight, he wanted you to live up to your words.

“Hurry up, I’m gonna cum.” He moaned, stroking his thick cock with his shaky fingers.

You got on your knees, body shaking with aftershocks of your orgasm.

You gazed up at him, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as you sniffled, your tears now staining your face.

“You look so pretty when you cum, you know that?” He praised.

You couldn’t even speak. You just looked up at him.

“Mm, fuck… I’m gonna cum! Shit- I’m gonna let out a load! Show me those pretty tits, princess.”

You grabbed your breasts, pushing them up for Peter to cum on.

“Shit!”

White strands of his warm cum came blasting like a cannon. He wasn’t kidding when he said he would let out a load. He painted your breasts, marking you as his territory.

His moans ran around the room, eyes rolling back as he continued to cum.

Shit, how much cum does this man have stored in there?

Finally, he finished.

Heavy breathing filled the room mixed with your soft whimpers, cum dripped off your hard nipples.

“Oh, princess, you couldn’t look more perfect… fuck…” Peter groaned, admiring how you looked like his complete mess.

“H-help me… up…” you spoke softly.

He helped you up, your legs about to buckle as he quickly moved you to your bed.

He grabbed some napkins that you had on your nightstand, and he gently cleaned up all his cum from your breasts, even the cum on your floor.

He threw away the drenched napkin, before making his way back to you. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, naked and in shock, basking in the aftereffects of what just happened.

“You alright?” He asked softly, his hand on your cheek.

“I- I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.” You replied.

He chuckled.

“Yeah… you should take a couple of sick days…”

A couple? More like an entire month.

“You know… you could make me feel better if you just showed me your pretty face?” You spoke softly, trying to convince him.

“…Maybe next time princess. It would ruin all the fun we just had.”

You glared at him, rolling your eyes.

“Say, would it make you feel better if we went for round two? I bet it can.” Peter spoke, with a grin.

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[obeythedemons]

When his heart first skipped a beat [Obey Me! Headcanons]

Obey Me! Masterlist

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Lucifer

"No," MC stood their ground in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and told them to move once more. "I'm not moving, you need your rest." They spread their arms out as if their body would be enough to stop him. "I'm going to take care of your brothers, you go to bed."

"Who do you think you are ordering me around? You don't have a pact with me," he lowered his voice in an attempt to intimidate them.

"Your friend," MC replied, not at all scared of him. Instead, they looked up at him with a look that made him want to take a step back.

He felt his heart squeeze and his eyes widened at the sensation. He shook his head. Perhaps the exhaustion was giving him heart palpitations.

"Fine," he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "But once I wake up, things had better be in order."

Mammon

"I don't want to make a pact with him like this, Levi," he heard MC talking in the kitchen. He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to eavesdrop.

"I want my money back, MC," Levi whined. "If you make a pact with him you can force him to give it back to me."

"But forcing someone to do something isn't right," MC protested.

"If he forms the pact with you, then that's his fault!"

"But holding Goldie hostage?" Mammon's eyes widened at the thought of his credit card being found. He peeked around the corner, seeing MC chipping away at the ice block surrounding his precious card.

"Just do it, MC," Levi said with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't want to use Mammon like that," MC murmured, sadness evident on their face. He felt his heart squeeze at the sight of someone not wanting to treat him like the scumbag he is. Taking a deep breath, he sauntered into the kitchen. Maybe he'd let them think they'd form a pact with him just for Goldie.

Leviathan

"Hey Levi!" he heard MC's voice from behind his door. He rolled his eyes and shared a look with Henry 2.0.

"Password?" Levi called back, going back to gaming.

"I-I don't know it," he heard MC mutter. "I-sorry, I just wanted to see if you wanted to watch some anime from the human world with me?"

His fingers froze as they were keying out commands to his character. With a sigh, he paused the game and dragged himself to the door. He looked at them, expecting them to laugh at his face.

"Human world anime?" he questioned.

"Uhuh," MC grinned and held up a disc set. "It's my favorite one."

"W-wait!" Leviathan took a step back. "You like anime?"

MC tilted their head to the side. "Well, yeah?"

He gulped. His heart skipped a beat before pounding away heavily.

Satan

"Just put it on, MC," Asmo cooed. "I promise he'll love it."

"I don't know," MC sounded reluctant.

With a sigh, Satan looked up from his book to Asmo's closet where the other two were. "What are you trying to make MC do, Asmo?"

"Oh hush!" Asmo stuck his head out of the closet. "You'll see in just a second!" Asmo winked at Satan before heading back in. "Just wear it, MC! Please!"

He heard MC let out an exasperated breath of air followed by Asmo's cheering. Asmo sauntered out of the closet with a wide grin on his face, but when he looked at Satan that grin turned mischievous.

Satan narrowed his eyes at him. "What did you do?" Before Asmo could answer, Satan's attention was diverted to the soft footsteps of MC leaving the closet. His eyes widened, his heart skipped several beats to where he was wondering if he was dying, he felt a rush of heat spread across his face.

"Do they look stupid?" MC questioned, adjusting the cat ears they were wearing.

"They look fine," Satan answered quickly, burying his face in his book, but unable to read with the image of MC stuck in his face.

Asmodeus

He smiled seductively at the camera before hitting a snack. After the photo was taken, he hummed with content as he looked it over. Perfect angle. Perfect lighting. Perfect model. It was a perfect photo, but for some reason, he had no desire to post it on Devilgram. Not, his desire was to share it with one person.

"And send," he spoke, sending his selfie to MC.

It only took a few seconds before they responded.

MC: !!!!!

MC: It's not fair how beautiful you are!

Asmo chuckled before typing away.

Asmo: Let me see how cute you are <3

It took a couple of seconds before a photo popped up. Asmo let a snort come out. He hid his face with his hands from the rather unattractive noise that just came out.

He peaked at the photo of MC making the most unattractive face possible. He burst out laughing, his heart dancing about happily.

Beelzebub

He had just gotten back from practice and starving was an understatement. He was sweating, his hands were shaking, he felt nauseated, he felt like he was going to die from his hypoglycemic episode. He stumbled into the kitchen, searching desperately for food.

"Beel! Perfect timing," he faintly heard MC's voice call, but he couldn't see them. His vision was getting blurry. "Beel?" Their voice sounded concerned. He narrowed his eyes, trying to focus, but the hunger was becoming too much.

"Food," he managed to get out as he put most of his body weight on the kitchen counter. He was getting dizzy.

A couple of seconds later, he felt something press up against his lips. He opened his mouth and swallowed whatever it was. There was more. This time, he noticed it was sweet and he chewed it. It was crunchy.

His vision started to focus back. He looked down seeing MC frown up at him. They held a batch of cookies in their hands.

"Are you okay?" they asked quietly. Beel nodded his head, eyeing the other cookie. MC let out a breath of relief before they handed him another. He happily ate it, savoring the sweet taste. "Do they taste okay? I baked them just for you?"

Beel's heart thumped heavily. "Just for me?" he questioned with his mouth fool. He swallowed the cookies and smiled happily. "They taste amazing!"

Belphegor

"Belphie," he heard a distant voice call to him. Although, this voice didn't seem to be too distant, just in the realm of the waking. "Belphie, if you sleep here you'll catch get cold."

Belphie reached his arms out and tightly gripped the person shaking his shoulder. They yelped as he brought them close to him. His arms wrapped around them.

"Then keep me warm," he retorted. He buried his face in their chest. He froze when he inhaled. It wasn't the sent of his brothers, but someone else.

He peaked his eyes opened, seeing MC close to him. His heart thumped heavily at MC's bewildered expression. With a yawn, he sat up, acting like he wasn't affected by MC's scent. It was comforting, warm.

Diavolo

MC was sitting at his desk while he finished up some paperwork. He had expected to be finished with them by the time MC got there, but alas, here he was.

"Lord Diavolo?" MC questioned, drawing the demon prince of Hell from his work.

"Yes, MC?"

"Do you like being called Lord Diavolo?" He looked up at them, seeing them look off to the side, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"I suppose if I had friends, I wouldn't want them to call me Lord Diavolo."

MC pouted, their lips sticking out. "You don't consider us friends?"

Diavolo's eyes widened. A painful sensation burst from his heart, though he wouldn't call it unpleasant. In fact, he wanted to feel it again.

"I would very much like to consider us friends."

"Good, Dia," MC grinned widely at him, making his heart flutter once more.

Barbatos

He was looking everywhere for the human. Somehow, they had gotten separated at the market. Something had caught his eye and he wandered off, but he had a sneaking suspicion that the same thing also happened with MC.

"Help!" he heard the human screech. His eyes widened as he sprinted to where the scream came from. A demon was towering over their form, salivating at the sight of the human's soul.

With a flick of his wrist, the demon was sent flying through a wall. Barbatos grabbed MC's hand and dragged them away from the alleyway they were trapped in.

"Are you hurt?" Barbatos asked once they were a distance away. His eyes trailed over MC's form, looking for any scratches or bruises.

"No," MC mumbled, looking down shamefully.

Barbatos frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I..." MC sighed. "I ruined our trip to the market together, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Barbatos shook his head. "All that matters is that you're not injured."

MC gave him a weak smile. "Thank you, Barbatos." They paused for a moment. "Oh! That's right." They dug through their bag. "I bought this for you. It's not much, but I wanted to thank you for bringing me here today." Barbatos's eyes landed on a bouquet of lilacs. "They're flowers from the human realm! I was surprised to see them here."

Barbatos felt his cheeks heat up and his heart dance about. Lilacs, the flowers indicating the first sign of love.

Simeon

"And how have you been adjusting here?" Simeon questioned as he took a sip of his tea. He smiled kindly at MC. "I know it's been a couple of months now, but a lot has happened since then."

"It has," MC nodded. "To be honest, I was surprised to actually meet some demons and a couple of angels, I didn't know what to think. Humans have some pre-conceived notions on angels and demons, but seeing as I've never met one, I didn't want to let that cloud my judgment."

Simeon chuckled. "That's a very diplomatic way of seeing things."

MC shook their head. "I didn't do it to try and protect myself or get anything from any of you, I wanted to get to know all of you for who you are, not what you are. And after I got to know you, I wanted to be your friend!"

Simeon smiled brightly at MC, loving the feeling of his heart skipping a beat at their kindness.

Solomon

"Just hold still for a moment," Solomon warned as he glanced at his book. "Alright, let me just...." He trailed off into muttering the encantation. His eyes flickered off from the book to where MC was standing in the circle. "How are you feeling?"

MC blinked at him. Their eyes drooping shut. "Tired." Their knees buckled and they started to fall forward. Cursing, Solmon rushed forward and caught them in his arms before they could hit the wooden blanks below.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, manipulating their body so he could look at their face.

They gave him a lopsided grin. "Just need...some sleep. But the encantation should help with insomnia," MC yawned. Their eyes drifting shut. "But maybe not with relaxing, this is a bit...too much." MC turned and buried their face in his chest. "Protect me while I sleep?"

Solomon's face turned a bright red. He adjusted MC a bit so that he was able to hold them tightly against him. "Of course, I'll always protect you." He ignored the wild hammering in his chest, opting to look after his fellow human.

[nobodyfamousposts]

Would there be any significant difference to the show if canon Adrien/Chat Noire was portrayed like how @zoe-oneesama does Adrien/Chat in the Scarlet Lady Comic?

Well, I haven't talked about how awesome @zoe-oneesama is on tumblr recently so...

It'd definitely be an improvement.

Even if we discount that part of Adrien's personality and antics would be due to having to deal with Scar as a partner, there's all the other stuff outside of that. Things that really build his character and actually MAKE him the cinnamon roll that canon just fails to do.

Canon Adrien is mostly passive. And not even in the way a real person would be where they still feel angry or hurt. Canon Adrien just gets sad and does nothing else. And even in his interactions with others, it feels like he's simply "there" rather than a part of what's going on.

Scarlet Lady Adrien is more reactive and just emotes more in general. He responds to the things going on around him. He gets happy. He gets disappointed. He gets MAD. He gets snarky. The sort of snark we actually saw from Adrien in season one of the series so we KNOW is possible. And he has emotions and attitude that are a whole range on a scale rather than a pie chart with only three options.

Look to this one comic from the Stormy Weather episode for example. To this day, it remains one of my favorites of the series. In eight panels, we saw a whole range of emotions from Adrien. From hopeful as to who his partner will be to disappointed when Alya is chosen. To excited when Alya presents Marinette as an option. And then the final panel when he looks like all happiness has been stolen and even asks "why can things never just be nice?"

This is part of what makes Scarlet Lady Adrien engaging. He's actually happy. We see him happy. We see him mad. We see how he acts when he's happy or mad. We see him responding to other people and in a way that honestly feels like he's a real teenager instead of a product placement.

He isn't just there to look pretty or make jokes, and in fact, part of what makes him funny is that he isn't obviously or actively trying to be funny. Sure, he has his moments of witty banter and puns, but it's not all he does or the only form of humor. The best humor comes from the interplay between the characters and we see that here when Adrien's funniest moments are those that involve other people. The aforementioned comic with his responses to Alya and Chloe. The biting comments and general reaction to Scarlet Lady. His less than tactful responses to Chloe. His response to Fu. And especially his reactions regarding his father.

And that's the other thing to bear in mind: the effect on Adrien and Marinette by having the other classmates actually interact. The cute moments between him and Marinette are well and good enough, but since he is shown to care more about Marinette than canon, we get more moments of him reacting to her in ways that are funny and endearing. And since all sides of the love square are given focus, it feels like there is more depth to the relationship because all sides feel valid, emotional, and healthy. And that's just the love square!

Then you have the moments between him and Nino. From when they first meet to their first school picture and just them being best bros the way that canon SAYS but doesn't actually SHOW. He has more interaction with the other classmate in comic or in bonuses. Then there's his reactions to Chloe that are always amazing whether the obvious callout or seemingly innocently insensitive. Not to mention her as Scar and THAT particular relationship.

Sure, Adrien's moments as snarky and sweet are okay on their own, but they wouldn't mean nearly as much or be as impactful if Zoe hadn't utilized characters like Nino the way she had. The moment in Origins when Adrien admits he never had friends and Nino offers his friendship is more endearing in Scarlet Lady. Adrien having a response to his photographer suggesting adding someone to the scene makes me feel for him and want the same outcome. We see earlier on that he does see and notice the things Chloe is doing and is not okay with them. He didn't have to be cruel to Chloe, but at least a call out would have been something. Scarlet Lady Adrien responds to the people around him as people, calling out the bad and appreciating the good. The way a real person would.

The thing is, by giving focus to the other characters the way Zoe has, they feel real. And their reactions and interactions with Adrien feel more real in turn because of that and ultimately enhance the scenes and interactions between them. Part of this may due to the medium Zoe is using as a comic instead of a less than half hour show, but she uses her time and space well, with each subsection of the plot being able to stand alone in 4 vertical panels before moving on to the next subsection and all work together in the set "episode" to tell the overarching story. Even with that limited time, she's able to give more focus and personality to more characters than canon has managed. Even with the different medium, that's something canon COULD have managed if they'd made the effort or at least weren't reliant on this "rule" of Adrien being "perfect" and Marinette being the only one to ever be wrong and learn a lesson.

Scarlet Lady Adrien isn't just the Adrien that may have been if Chloe had gotten the earrings. He's the Adrien the show itself could have had if they would just treat him like a person who isn't perfect, who makes mistakes, and who is fully capable of DOING things instead of just being the creators' voice of morality. And if we had a canon Adrien who had this much personality or at least had more emotive responses than "sad", "calm", and "Chat Noir"? Or if we just had Zoe on the writing team.

I think it'd be much improved.

[maximotts]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 || 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

a/n: I was at the airport when I thought of this sO I guess here's the start of my mob!WandaNat AU?

warnings: It’s an 18+ AU, but there’s no sex in this little fic; just flirty, persuasive Wanda and lap sits

AU summary: Mob Boss!WandaNat with shy bartender!reader that just started working at their negotiation meeting space bar and they take a liking to her because she always makes their drinks right and won’t accept their kind way too big tips

Eventually, they start asking her to hang around more which turns into being their private bartender when they’re hosting at their home, but now somehow they’ve started asking her over more nights than not because they’re “too tired” to get a ride to the bar so instead they have their driver bodyguard pick you up each night. Reader thinks they’re hot and fun to be around even if they do love flustering her at every turn so she just tries to survive out here, pretty much completely unaware that she's got two rich women paying for everything for her and protecting her everywhere she goes.

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“Mrs. Maximoff? You asked to see me?” Your usually quiet voice was painfully loud in the near silent room, only the faintest echoes of the soft music playing out on the dining room floor coming through the walls. It was surprisingly soundproof and for a quick moment you wondered why- until you remembered what the owners did for a living. Still, when Wanda looked up at you, a kind smile brightening her features, you couldn’t imagine her hurting a fly. That was all part of the ruse probably. Wanda was smart; Natasha was too, obviously, but she looked more intimidating with her steely demeanor and sharp features. Wanda, on the other hand- she could take out a room full of people before anyone screamed because she just looked so trustworthy. She had an almost witch-like way with people, sweetly manipulating them until it was too late to pull away. Most of them didn’t want to in the end anyway- no one wanted to leave Wanda once she’d gotten into your head. If she wasn’t so captivating, you’d avoid her like the plague. “Ah, just the person I wanted to see. Come here, dear.” Stepping closer made the door shut loudly behind you and it pained you to admit how nervous you were being in a room alone with her. She must’ve sensed your hesitation because she relaxed her shoulders and took a deep breath. “You’re not in trouble, quite the opposite honestly.” The only thing separating the two of you was her large wooden desk and even though she was sitting down, she still felt feet taller than you could ever hope to be. “Not to be rude, but Marian doesn’t like it when I’m gone too long…” The only downside of being the best bartender in the place was that you were always in high demand and your boss liked to keep things moving smoothly. Which meant very strict time schedules for you while on the clock. Wanda’s face fell then, jaw set at the thought of someone else taking you away before she was done with you. But quick as lightning, her easy attitude returned when she looked your way, “She answers to me. If I want to keep you here all night, I can.” Her words were reassuring, but they held an edge that reminded you never to try to rush her again. “Come closer, I just want to talk to you.” You obeyed, rounding the desk because that was the only way you thought you could be closer. Hovering at the corner, a few feet away wasn’t enough for her though. “Go on, sit down.” When you tried to sit on the wooden furniture she shook her head and you stopped, gazing at her in silent confusion. There were no other chairs on this side of the room besides the one she was currently occupying. Wanda let you sit and stew a moment, enjoying the way you just stared at her for guidance, scared to displease her. She liked that control and you looked oh so cute giving it to her. After a minute of you not understanding, she gave in and sat back in the large leather chair, beckoning you with a single finger. “I won’t bite. Today, at least.” The gulp of air you took down your throat must’ve been obvious with how hard it was, choking on your own breath in shock. She was serious. Wanda Maximoff wanted you to sit on her lap. So naturally, not wanting to keep her waiting- you did. Sitting this close to her let you breathe in her perfume, floral and light- much too gentle for her profession, but perfect for the Wanda Maximoffs of the world. “You’ve been making quite an impression here.” Her hand rested on your thigh, no pressure applied, but guiding you to keep still, “I was wondering if you’d be up for working a few nights for Natasha and I.” It was posed as a question, but anyone with even the barest self-preservation skills knew it wasn’t. Things would be easier for you if you complied and, if you were being honest with yourself, your own apprehensions weren’t enough to overshadow the opportunity to personally assist the two gorgeous owners of your workplace. When you first laid eyes on them, you were in for. Natasha had leaned over, ordered a neat Manhattan in that deep voice of hers, and even months later, you’d never fully recovered. You’d met Wanda a

few days later and now every shift all you wanted was to catch a glimpse of them, maybe even exchange a few words. Your shy nature didn’t let you seek out their attention as eagerly as the other bartenders did though, preferring to wait in the shadows until they approached you. And now, one of them had. “I- Yes, I’d love to help… when do you want me?” It didn’t matter; you’d rearrange your schedule for what she needed. However she needed. “Preferably? Always.” The hand on your leg tightened its grip, her other taking your head and turning it so you had to face her, ring-clad thumb tracing over your curved lips. She took possession of you easily, holding you in her lap as if she already owned you. Much to your dismay, you had to admit you wouldn’t mind her doing so. “But that’s for later. Tomorrow, 7pm is the first. If you do well, then we’ll come up with a more permanent arrangement,” She leant in close, as if she was telling you a secret despite being the only two people anywhere near earshot. “And you’ll be rewarded amazingly, I promise.” All you could manage was a series of slow nods, crystal clear green eyes locking yours in a pleased gaze you never wanted to leave. You’d do anything for that look again. “Thank you for the opportunity, Mrs. Maximoff. I’ll try my best.” If only you could match her confidence, the sureness of her subtle seduction- maybe you wouldn’t sound so painfully innocent. Then you’d feel worthy of whatever dynamic she’d created with you just now. But Wanda liked your sheepishness; all the more fun for her and Natasha to have breaking you out of your shell over and over. “Call me Wanda when it’s just us, no need to be so formal. And you’re very capable, you’ll do perfectly.” The brunette was kissing you before you could blink, impossibly soft lips taking control as effortlessly as always. She pulled away and took your bottom lip with her between her teeth, chuckling darkly when you squeaked. So precious. “Besides, you’re a good girl, my good girl. You wouldn’t let me down, would you?” “N-No, Mrs. Maxim- Wanda! I won’t disappoint you.” You didn’t know if you wanted to sink into the floor and disappear or curl into Wanda, the oddly safe feeling lion’s den of your boss’ lap. Soon enough she made the decision for you, bringing you closer as she sank into her chair, your arm pressing into her silk-covered chest. You let your head rest on her shoulder at her encouragement, the hand still on your cheek directing her to the crook of her neck. She played with your hair and slowly you felt your eyes droop closed, nearly lulled to sleep by her affection. And then you realized you were at work. It was late, definitely past 1am, and you were no stranger to seeing the first morning light by the time you closed up, but still you technically needed to work. Wanda must’ve felt you stiffen because when you moved to get up and mumble out some sort of apology for going so submissive on the person that pays you, she held you tighter. Maybe a little too tight. “Ah ah, you’re staying right here.” Your mouth opened to protest or reason with her, but she briskly shushed you. “You have a long night for Nat and I tomorrow so for tonight, just sit here and look pretty for me while I finish up some contracts.” Wanda never looked at you, only explaining and expecting you to go along with it, knowing you will, as she rolled her chair back to her desk, wedging you even further against her. Faintly you heard her pen start to scratch over paper, her focus on her work as if she wasn’t holding you captive on her thighs. The urge to tell her again about your obligations to go back behind the bar still lingered in the back of your mind, but you knew Wanda knew. Relaxing back against her was your only option and the more you thought about it, the less you minded. She knew everything about this place, taking her day-to-day tasks very seriously and making sure every cog remained perfectly in place. But sometimes she was selfish; she had a fierce jealous streak and her need to possess threatened to consume her every day.

Consequently, Wanda made it her mission to know everything about you. She wanted you and like the supportive wife she was, Natasha wanted you too. So she left it to her wife to take you and bring you to them. After all, Wanda Maximoff had a way with people.