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r0-boat · 4 months ago

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Hi, have you done Bimet's NSFW Alphabet? If not can you make one please 🙏

Heheh Yes I will gladly make a alphabet headcannon post about one of my favorite characters in the game

Bimet NSFW ALPHABET

Cw: NSFW

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

You would be surprised that he is very good at aftercare, He will make you feel so loved and cared for when he's done. I'm talking small kisses all over your body, rubbing sore spots on your body; anything you want, he will gladly give you. A soft side of him that he shows to only two people in his entire lifetime.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He will never admit it, But his favorite part about you is your smile. Not one of those fake smiles either, a genuine smile never fails to brighten his otherwise shit tastic day. As much as he doesn't agree the little things that make you smile. As much as he thinks something so ignificant like a bug or a leaf could make you so happy. He can't help but find that a little endearing please never change.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

All demons in Tartaros are pretty possessive, it's part of their greedy nature. Even though he knows and gets off to the fact that you own everything, he can't help but have the urge to mark his territory with his seed. And you are on you he just has this hunger to claim and make sure you stay claimed that must be quelled.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's got pet fantasies, He wants to be your pet, your concubine anything. Desperately willing to worship you. happily wear a nice little collar around his neck. As much as he likes to argue and poke fun at you as soon as those He's alone with you He's on his knees.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he knows what he's doing. He takes great pride in pleasuring you And he strives to be the best fuck you'll ever have anything for you. He'll make you feel like a god, a princess, the most important thing in the world.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that's yours, But if you really have to pick He likes looking at his caught going inside you so as long as he can see His cock disappearing inside You're warm walls He's okay

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is more serious, if you try to be goofy he will just start fucking you harder.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This man probably has a 13 steps skin and hair care so of course he's groomed. He prefers to shave and prepare before having sex with you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

One of the rare times he shows his love and affection for you. He genuinely loves spoiling and taking care of you if only you will allow him to do it. Stop Fighting him and accept his pampering broke dumb bitch!!!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Never masturbated in his life and never needed to. But that was before you. Now he's... Addicted...You've turned him on so much, who knew sex could be so good! He's supposed to be a demon but you corrupted him now he can't get off without you, almost as good as money... Almost.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Roleplay, of any kind in absolute slut for praise kink and degrading.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere luxurious. My guy will Will make reservations for fancy rooms all across hell just to fuck you in them.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Money and you. Wealthy locations, fancy hotels fancy resorts anything. Especially if you're in nice expensive clothing If he tells you he reserved a night out somewhere he's going to fuck you stupid.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anywhere in bathrooms, in the street, definitely not outside, also don't wear anything stupid that's a turn off as well, )no the Bluey socks will not stay on during sex take them the fuck off...)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Giving and receiving! Perhaps even a little bit of a fixation He will taste you all day if you don't stop him. Your cunt/dick tastes so good! And of course he will be watching every little move you make if you bob your head up and down on his cock. Try not to make you choke on it

Fast rough and wild, fucks you like an animal. Fucks you like This is the first time he has sex because in a way this is the first time he enjoyed sex. He knows he fucks you good no matter how much he pisses you off.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Master at quickies he could make you come so hard so fast. Though he rather have you all to himself instead of resort due quickly hiking your leg up to have you, He's greedy like that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes he experiments, This is the first time he actually enjoyed sex He is going to make the most of it He's going to get freaky Don't judge him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Pent up demons are not something you want to toy with. He lasts for a fucking long time even by demon standards, And he has a quick recovery too. After 5 rounds he will want more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes, both him and you. He got some expensive ass toys in his collection somewhere. Some he hasn't even used on you yet some you've never even seen. Started buying them after the first time you had sex.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

That fucker likes to tease like it's his full-time job He wants to hear you beg and sob and squirm. He'll make you say embarrassing things. And record you doing it just for a keepsake. He knows how to get what he wants and he knows just what strings to pull. He knows how to touch you He knows your body and he will play you like an instrument

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The man is loud, growling grunting whimpering moaning you name it talking degrading praising and whimpering your name..

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Threesomes with You and Mammon had happened before They actually happened more often than you think.

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

Beautiful big thick and long cut cock. Swollen balls

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fucking ridiculous. He just had a taste of you and he is not willing to let you go.

Wraps in armorandy to pull you closer before cuddling up to you giving your forehead a few kisses before drifting off.

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arcanefox207 · 7 months ago

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The Wolf You Feed (Part 2)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 5.6k

Part 2 / ? (Ongoing Series) (AO3)

Summary: Set in a fictional New England town, you fall for your handsome, intense and outdoorsy neighbor while renting out your parent's vacant summer home during a brutal winter.

Warnings: No Outbreak, AU but with TLoU characters, Large age gap (Reader is 29. Joel is 50). Pet names but no use of Y/N. Reader is smaller than Joel and has hair he can grab. POV Switching. Series contains Angst and lots of Smut (to avoid chapter specific spoilers you can expect things such as but not limited to Unprotected PiV, Cream Pies, Oral, Masturbation, Dom!Joel, Subby reader, Pining, Infidelity)

A/N: In case you are just jumping in, you can read Part 1 here. Part 2 is more smut heavy! I aim to have Part 3 out much sooner as time allows!

A O 3 | M A S T E R L I S T | N O T I F I C A T I O N S

Comments / Reblogs are so incredibly appreciated and give me the motivation to write 🧡

Without further ado... for your reading pleasure.

It’s late on Saturday morning and you have a pot of coffee brewing while you shower. You stand in the stream of hot water far longer than you need to. Your thoughts shrouded by your evening with Joel Miller. How rough but passionate his touch was. How he made you get on your knees for him. How he tasted and how badly you wanted… needed more of him. Your hands trace over tender spots where he held onto you and you relish the memory.

He tested your obedience and you followed his orders. You hope it turned him on as much as it did you. You liked surrendering yourself to him. Despite his roughness you felt safe with him. You couldn’t explain it yet but you could feel that his burly facade was hiding something softer.

You finally step out onto the cool tile and dry off in front of the mirror. You pat your hair down with your towel and when the steam starts to dissipate you catch how happy you look. An old you that you have not recognized for a long, long time.

You smile to yourself and resolve to put Joel out of your mind for now or nothing would be getting done today.

The coffee helps wake you up enough to plan out your morning. There is a light coating of fresh snow and the sky looks gray and ominous. A big storm is expected to hit overnight so you head into town to pick up some food and provisions. You make a quick stop at Grind when you see Marlene’s car parked in front.

There are a few customers and you are surprised to see Marlene working. By her expression, she wasn’t too pleased to be there.

“Hey!” You greet her as you approach the counter. “You got stuck working today?”

“Yeah, someone called out.” she rolled her eyes. “Don’t feel too bad for me, it’s your turn next.” she jokes. A teenager is busy checking out a customer and another is making a latte. Marlene steps away for a moment to chat with you.

“So…” she prods. “How did it go?” You fail to hide your smile and thoughts of Joel overtake you once again.

“It went… great.”

“When can I meet him?”

You laugh nervously at her question.

“Lets not jump ahead. Right now it’s just something… casual.”

She is skeptical of your reply and stares at you for a moment, trying to will more out of you, but you don’t give in.

“Ok. Whatever you say.” She rolls her eyes again. “I have to get back to work, but you are going to have to tell me sooner or later.” She points at you and furrows her brow.

“Yeah, Yeah.” You joke. “See you Monday!”

You leave the shop and cross the street to the grocery store. The place is mobbed and the shelves wiped out of the most in demand items. You grab a few things and chat with your mom who calls you to check in. Rather, to tell you all about her excursions and gossip about people you have never even met. You don’t mind and just tell her things are going well, you like your job and let her ramble on, not really listening. Mindless chatter in your ears while you shop.

She does catch you off guard when she mentions hearing about the storm and “Joel will plow for us if we ask him to” casually. Your ears perk at the mention of his name but you act cool and collected. You don’t like the way she volunteers his services so nonchalantly. It strikes a nerve in you and reminds you of how she always insinuates you are incapable of being responsible. It makes you feel defensive for Joel, too. Her disregard for his time further illustrating how self centered she is. This was one of the factors that pushed you away for so many years.

“Your father will call him later—”

Absolutely not. You interrupt her sternly mid-sentence.

“Mom. I will take care of it.” The last thing you want is your parents harassing Joel or trying to control you from across the country. This was a string you needed to make clear was not going to be attached to your current living arrangement.

“I have things under control.”

“Oh… ok then.” Her tone is short and then she is off talking about her beach plans again. This goes on for another 10 minutes and by now you are in the checkout line. You say your goodbyes and calculate another week or two before you have to do that all over again.

You hadn’t really considered the snow aftermath but you had a shovel and your car would be good enough to get out of your driveway… probably. You were not going to bother Joel regardless.

The call puts you in a bad mood as you drive home. The spitting snow reminds you of the impending storm. The cheerful start of the day is gone and replaced with a heavy feeling.

You drive past Joel’s house and wonder if he is home and what he is doing. Wonder if you should call him. Wonder why he has not reached out to you either. You don’t want to be that girl. It’s not like you and him are anything. You shouldn’t be expecting anything from him. However, you still feel a faint sting of disappointment. Maybe he had his fun and that was it. Self doubt poisons your mind but you try to swallow it back.

The rest of the day you spend eating junk food and watching movies on Netflix. You fall asleep on the couch early in the night before forcing yourself into bed. The wind and snow has ramped up and your power flickers.

You pull your comforter tightly over you and take one last look at your phone but you already know there is nothing from Joel.

Saturday Night (Joel POV)

Joel sits up in his loft on his worn out couch, strumming his guitar. He takes a sip of his whiskey, neat, and poorly mouths the words to his song.

He plays a few more riffs but feels distracted and unfocused. All attempts to keep busy have been ineffective today. He spent the afternoon preparing his truck and stacking firewood. Once that work was done he had nothing but free time.

The truth is, you have been on his mind. It was hard not to think about you. He had only explored the tip of the iceberg with you and wanted more. He knew it wasn’t right to pursue you for a magnitude of reasons, but the desire was not waning. He felt things with you that he had not felt in a long time. Feelings he was afraid to give in to.

Joel replaces the guitar in his hands with his phone and hovers your name in the recent contacts. This isn’t the first time today he has almost called you.

What are you doing, stupid. He thinks to himself.

He shuts down the moment of weakness and locks his phone. He knocks back the last of his whiskey and heads downstairs. He turns on his TV to the local news and listens to them fuss over the storm. He knew tomorrow would be a busy one for him with his side hustle as the plow guy many locals depended on. Just another thing to keep him busy.

He goes to take a shower before calling it an early night.

The shower is hot and comforting and in no time his mind is wandering back to you. He thought about your brief evening together and how intriguing you were. How bold you were. How tight you were when he was fingering you and how needy you sounded.

He puts a fist against the shower wall to brace himself and hangs his head low so his shoulders block the bulk of the water. He uses his free hand to wrap around his semi-hard cock. He remembers your playful hold on him and gently strokes himself. It doesn’t take very long to get hard as he relives that moment in his mind. His strokes get harder and faster and he wishes he was fucking into you and not his own hand.

He groans as he comes and watches his spend drip down the shower walls and into the drain. His few moments of bliss quickly fade away. He balls his fist in frustration at his unfulfilling release. He needs more. He needs you.

Your Sunday morning begins with anything but peace and calm. You are startled awake by the grinding sound of heavy metal dragging across pavement. You look outside your bedroom window and see the snow has blanketed everything and there are still a few lingering flurries dancing in the sky. The trees are struggling with bent over branches coated in ice and snow.

Leaving your warm and cozy blanket fortress is the last thing you want to do. You lazily grab a hoodie to pull over your oversized shirt you slept in and your pajama shorts and make your way to the front of the house. The floor is cold on your feet but the air is warm. You cranked the thermostat before bed, making you feel rebellious in the moment but it seemed silly and wasteful now.

You look out the front window that faces the driveway. There you see Joel Miller in his truck, plow attached, barreling towards you and crashing into a snowbank he started building up. He looked so serious and professional backing up his truck with an arm stretched across his seat as he looked over his shoulder. He was so focused he was not aware you were watching him and his scowl at work.

It doesn’t take long before that familiar ache between your legs returns. The longing to let Joel have his way with you. A desire that is getting harder and harder to ignore.

The realization that you look like you just woke up from bed hits and you scramble to the bathroom to run a comb through your hair and brush your teeth. You can hear the drag of the plow continue as you finish up and then rush to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. The stove clock reads 7:32am. Way too fucking early for a Sunday morning.

You hear his truck door slam and the sound of crunchy snow under his boots. He is walking with a heavy foot and grabs the shovel leaning by your door.

Joel is shoveling your walkway, weaving a modest path for you to get from your house to your driveway without trudging through the snow. You can hear him grunt as he tosses the heavy snow out of the way. What would have taken you probably an hour takes him just a few minutes.

He plunges the shovel into a snowbank when he reaches the end of the path and leans on it to catch his breath. He looks exhausted and rightfully so. You want to comfort him in whatever way you can. At least offer him some respite to show your appreciation. As much as you hate to admit it, you would have been totally fucked if you had to tackle your driveway with your inadequate self. Joel saves the day, again.

You crack open the front door and call out to Joel, reluctantly interrupting his moment of peace.

“Hey!”

He slowly turns in your direction when he hears your voice. His eyes scrunch as he makes out your figure hanging out the door. He gives a lazy wave of acknowledgment.

“Come inside and warm up? I made coffee.”

He picks up the shovel to return it and makes his way towards you.

“Yeah, ok. Just for a minute” He follows you inside.

Joel closes the door hard behind him and scuffs his boots on the mat to get off any snow. He brushes his hand quickly over the top of his head to knock off any lingering snow and unbuttons his jacket. He empties his pockets and puts his wallet and phone on the end table. He saunters over to you as you hand him a fresh cup of coffee, black.

“Thanks.” He manages a smile. He returns to the living room and groans as he lowers himself to the couch. He recklessly sips his piping hot beverage and seems immune to the searing heat and delighted to have it. He rests his mug on the table and leans back and closes his eyes. His hand comes up to his brow as he pinches his thumb and finger together across his eyes.

You lean against the doorway between the rooms and sip your coffee. You notice how tired and worn he looks. His damp hair is shiny. His heat is melting the last few snowflakes and making him look messy and wet. His jacket is open and disheveled and his flannel undershirt is haphazardly draping on him as he slouches back.

Despite all that he is still as handsome as ever and you like seeing him this way. Vulnerable in this out-of-character state.

“Tired.” He grunts with his eyes closed and it snaps you out of your thoughts. “Been a long morning.”

You take a few steps towards him to close the gap.

“I’m too old for this.” He sneers as he looks at you with lazy, heavy lids.

“You didn’t have to worry about me, you know…” Your voice trails off as you wonder if he was there on his own volition. You can’t help but ask. You need to know.

“Did… did my dad call you?”

“No.” he answers firmly with a suspicion in his tone, almost sounding offended.

“Good. I mean, thank you. That was really nice of you to come over.” You pause and smile at him. You feel guilty, but also have never had someone so capable looking out for you before.

“I was going to shovel it.”

He raises his brow at the ridiculous claim.

“No you weren’t. Wouldn’t have let you if I saw ya out there.”

“Well.. Thank you.”

“S’nothing. I don’t mind… having an excuse to see ya.” His brows raise and wrinkle in the middle. He has a softened expression as he looks into your eyes.

Your heart skips a beat and is heavy in your chest, you wonder if he can hear it beating. Having an excuse to see you. You replay it in your mind. He wants to see you. You feel stupid for getting carried away thinking otherwise.

You put your coffee down next to his and casually walk around to the back of the couch. There is a force compelling you to comfort him. Encourage him to relax. That fluttering feeling in your stomach surges. Joel Miller is exhausted on your couch and isn’t going to be putting up much of a fight if you fuss over him and you want to fuss over him.

You stand behind him and reach your arms down and spread them slowly from his shoulders down to his sides. He lets out a tiny moan as you circle his taut muscles. You pinch and massage them as you go. You lean forward and bring your mouth just behind his ear.

“You don’t need an excuse to see me.” It comes out softly and seductive. You can feel his body tense under your words.

You rake your hands back up to his shoulders and curl your fingers under his open jacket. He halfway cooperates as you tug the jacket off his shoulders and pull it away from him. It's wet and heavy and most of the snow has melted into it by now. You toss it on the back of the couch and return to his shoulders. Your hands massage him and you can feel his muscles tight and knotted under your grasp. His head tilts back into the couch as he lets you tenderly work him.

“Feels good. Really good.” He says in a low, almost inaudible tone. His exhaustion has let his body surrender to you and he isn’t fighting to be in control.

You lean forward again and plant your mouth on his jawline with a sensual kiss. His damp whiskers prickle your cheek as you drag it against him and go to his ear.

“Let me take care of you.”

He makes a deep, throaty sound in response.

His flannel is damp and hot and he looks so uncomfortable and stuffy now that he has been inside a while. You slide one of your hands down to his chest and unbutton his shirt. You are halfway down and he reaches his arm up and curls his fingers behind your neck, pulling you down to his mouth. You can feel the shift in the room, like you woke a sleeping bear.

“Come here.” He uses his free hand to tap his lap and loosens his grip on you.

You walk around to the front of the couch and stand in front of Joel. His legs are spread and he is still lazily slouched back but he motions for you to join him. His half unbuttoned shirt teases you with his thermal undershirt peeking out, still hiding his bare skin. At least you are getting closer.

You step towards him and move to straddle him on the couch. You have a leg on each side and he puts a hand on each hip under your baggy sweatshirt.

His hold is tender but makes you melt when you feel the wingspan his fingers have on you. His thumbs brush over your hip bones and trace down to the soft skin just above the crease of your thigh as he casually dips them along your waistband. His touch sends sparks through your skin.

He lazily stares you down with a narrow gaze over his nose, still resting his head back.

“Keep going.” He closes his eyes as your focus goes back to finish unbuttoning his shirt.

As you get close to his jeans you can feel him hardening and straining against the zipper.

You pop open the button and carefully unzip him. His cock springs loose in his boxer shorts. It teases you behind the cloth barrier and you reach for his waistband so you can grab a hold of him. His fingers dig into your sides and he pushes you back slightly to make you stop. He fights through the laziness and is now fully alert.

“You want my cock?” He grits through his teeth. “Think it’ll fit in your pretty pussy?” He drags one of his hands to your center and grabs you through the fabric. He smirks as he can feel you are wet and damp through your thin sleep shorts. His fingers sneak into the leg hole of your shorts and he teases your clit through your cotton underwear. You clench remembering the stretch from his thick fingers deep inside you just the other night.

“Yes–” your words catch in your throat as he pushes your underwear aside and thumbs over your folds. He barely touches you and opts to tease you instead, deliberately feathering over your swollen clit. You reach down to grab the wrist of his occupied hand and grind into his fingers. Your body craves the friction.

“Fuck me, Joel.”

His eyes darken and with a devilish smirk he takes his hand back and watches as you slide off him to take off your clothes. He looks at your body with a sleazy ferocity. If any other guy looked at you that way you would have slapped him, but not Joel Miller. You want his attention and you like the way it makes you feel when he is eyeing you like a starving wolf.

You pull off your hoodie and shirt and toss them to the piles of clothes building up on the floor. You stand in front of him completely naked. Exposed. Joel brings out a side of you that makes you feel confident and bold. The way he looks at you with intrigue and desire encourages you. You take a brief moment to tease him back and drag your hands over your breasts and one continues down to your cunt.

Joel stirs in his seat. He is so easy to rile up. He pulls off his flannel and kicks off his boots. His thermal long sleeve remains hugging his body in all the right places. He arches forward as his hand grabs his thermal from the back and pulls it off over his head. It makes a prickly, staticy sound as it brushes over his hair. He tosses it to the ground and for the first time you can fully take in his body without so many layers hiding him.

His broad shoulders and chest taper down to a narrowed waist. His body is rugged and defined. For an older man his physique had been well maintained thanks to his lifestyle. His tanned skin and his messy, dark hair with silver streaks sends tingles through you. You have never been so physically drawn into someone before on a level that almost felt primal.

His eyes sweep your body up and down as he drags his thumb along the side of his mouth and rakes his fingers through his scruff on his chin. He bites his lip while he drinks you in.

“Damn, baby.” He curls his thumbs inside the band of his jeans and tugs them down along with his boxers. He kicks them off his legs and reaches towards you, wrapping around the back of your thigh and beckons you to return to him.

“Come ‘ere”

Your eyes gape as you take in his sheer size. It is intimidating but makes you ache with desire.

You are back in his lap straddling him with little coercion needed. You stretch an arm behind you to hold yourself up and the other touches yourself. This position lets him take all of you in; bare, exposed and wanting. Wet and needy for him.

His hand reaches for his throbbing cock. He palms himself with a few labored strokes. He is already beading precome at the tip. You feel a pang of jealousy and wish it was your body wrapped around him. He catches the hungry way you are looking at him. You catch how much he likes it.

“You wanna ride this cock?” He brushes the tip against your opening and you let out a whimper in response and lurch forward. You brace yourself on his forearm and your other hand pushes against his chest to keep yourself upright. His skin is firm as you grip into him. His body hot and radiating like a furnace.

“Haven’t gotten you off my mind since Friday.” He confesses. “Thinking about how tight my cock would fit in you.” He teases you with the tip again. Your whimper grows into a needy moan making him harder. Making him want you that much more.

He crudely spits into his hand and rubs it along his shaft and then he notches it at your entrance. You can feel your body begging to be filled with him and you’ve been wet since you woke up to him in your driveway. You’ve lost count how many times you imagined Joel fucking you. He puts his hands back on your hips with a rough grip and you move your hands to his shoulders as you slowly lower yourself onto him. He helps keep you steady.

“Joel! Fuck–” You moan. His thick cock sears your skin as it stretches you. He is slowly splitting you open inch by inch and you have never felt more full. He lets you control the pace for now, with pained restraint. He searches your eyes to make sure it isn’t too much. He knows he is a lot to take but the slowness is making him go insane.

Joel lets out a grunt as he gets closer to bottoming out inside you. Your walls clench around him and the sweet pain from the stretch subsides as your body adjusts to his size. You slowly ride him up and down until you have him fully sheathed inside you. Your body is so full you don’t even have room to form complete thoughts. You can only focus on his burning hot heat inside you, tearing you open. Every moment before this pales in comparison.

“Fuck. So tight.” he snarls. His grip on you tightens as he pulls your body up and then thrusts into you, hard. He keeps the pace slow but more forceful than you were. He tries to be gentle but you can feel his patience slipping away.

One hand drags to his biceps where sweat is glistening. As he lifts you his muscles flex and contract he makes it seem so effortless to maneuver your smaller frame. Everything about Joel is big and strong and rigid. The epitome of masculinity.

Each thrust up into you makes you dizzy. You can feel yourself on the verge of orgasm, cock drunk and blissed-out. His heavy breathing and hitches in his voice send you over the edge as he pounds up into you. You ride the wave as he fucks you through it. Your arms entangle in each other and your bodies slap together, sweaty and panting. Your incoherent words and moans heighten with each thrust.

He makes you feel alive and pleasured in a way that you have never felt before. It is intoxicating.

As you start to come down from the high you feel him getting close to his own release but he is still reserved and careful with you. Through gritted teeth he tries to keep his pace steady and builds you back up, never quite letting you recover.

“Joel, Don’t… don’t hold back.” You manage to get out of your lips. You stare into him with hooded eyes and can only imagine how fucked out you look. He brings one of his hands up to the side of your face and strokes his thumb tenderly across your cheekbone.

“Ok, baby.”

He leans into you and in a sweeping motion he twists and lays you back into the adjacent couch cushion. It is more of an oversized loveseat and not very ideal. He barely loses contact with your body as he positions himself above you. You can feel his weighty cock press into you and pin you in place as he leans forward, crowding you in the cramped confines of the couch.

His mouth is on yours; rough and messy. He bites at your lip as he pulls away and reigns in his focus. Your legs clamp around his sides and your arms hold onto his neck. Your fingers snake into his hair and you grab hold of him. He slides his hands down your sides so he can hold you close as he resumes fucking into you.

With this leverage, he somehow hits you deeper than before. His cock kisses the deepest parts of you again and again. Your sides bruise as he grips you harder. All his gentle inhibitions have been replaced with raw, unhinged furor.

His pace quickens as you can feel him coming undone inside you. He is in a frenzy fucking you hard and deep and his grunts get louder. The heavy feel of him dragging out of you and shoving back with such force has you crying out his name along with a steady stream of expletives.

You are so close but you beg your body to hold on, you don’t want the feeling to end. You want to live in this moment forever being trapped under Joel and being filled with his cock. You moan out his name as the second orgasm explodes through your body.

“Fuck, baby..” his body quivers as he tries to hold out long enough for you to peak.

He suddenly sits up and groans as he drags completely out of you. You whimper at the loss of him inside you and his wet, leaking cock slaps onto your belly. He strokes himself once with a heavy fist and grunts as hot ropes of cum spurt onto you. You relish being branded in his release. It coats your stomach and drips messily onto your cunt. You revel in the last fleeting moments of your orgasm being shared with Joel’s.

He languidly strokes himself a few more times until he is empty. His chest rises and falls quickly as he breathes shallowly. His muscles weaken as the high from his climax rolls through him.

He leans forward and presses his forehead to yours. The sticky mess spreads between your bellies as his body pushes into you. It's lewd and you love it. You love how filthy Joel makes you feel. All you can smell is sweat and sex and Joel.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and then sits back to catch his breath. Your bodies untangle and he goes back to his original spot on the couch. You stay laying back lazily with a leg draped casually over Joel and the other bent at the knee. You still need a moment for your legs to be in any condition to work properly.

One of his hands rests on your thigh and he grazes it with comforting drags of his fingers. He doesn’t say anything but the gentle contact from him is welcome. The connection you share now is so contrasting to when he was railing you. It is a side of Joel that feels like a privilege granted to you.

The calm is interrupted by a vibration of his phone. Joel reluctantly picks it up to look at the screen and groans with disappointment. He answers it but doesn’t stop rubbing you gently while he conducts his business.

“Fred, I’ll be there in 20.”

You can’t make out the other end entirely but you can detect a man's voice. He doesn’t sound happy.

“Yeah, I’m running behind. Your house is next.” Joel tries to placate him. More chatter and you start to feel bad for holding him up.

You move off of Joel and make your way towards the bathroom to wipe up the mess on your belly and grab your silky bathrobe off the door.

“Ok, Fred. Be there soon.” You hear him hang up and toss his phone down with a grumble. He turns in your direction as he stands up to pull on his jeans.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I gotta’ go.” His tone is solemn now. You pop out of the bathroom and catch him using his undershirt to wipe up his mess. It’s gross but you like seeing him being comfortable being a typical, nasty man in your presence. Points for being resourceful.

“I heard. Didn’t mean to hold you up.”

He glares at you and smirks as you make your way back to him.

“Didn’t mind one bit.” He takes a few steps towards you to meet you halfway and kisses you on the top of your head while he wraps his arms around you. He breathes you in with his embrace and it feels so perfect being wrapped up by Joel. A final moment before it all ends and he pushes away from you, reluctantly.

“And s’not a big deal. Snow aint going anywhere.” He says as he puts his flannel on, sans the thermal, and starts to button back up.

His messy hair is mostly dry now and even more unruly with wild curls. You feel that fire inside you building again. It’s insatiable. You don’t want him to go.

He laces up his boots and gathers his things.

“Ok. I’m gonna hop in the shower.”

“Ok, baby.” You exchange a final look and go your separate ways. You feel his eyes on you as you return to the bathroom.

When you go back to the living room he is gone. All that remains is his dirty shirt and an empty coffee cup.

Sunday Night (Joel POV)

After a few more hours of plowing Joel returns home.

He takes a shower just long enough to wash the sweat and stink of exhaust from his body.

He pours himself a whiskey and collapses on the couch to relax.

His body is weary, but his mind is still firing. It has not stopped. He has to face the reality that he is falling for you, whether or not he should be.

He pulls out his phone and stares at it blankly. Hesitating. He scrolls through his contacts until he finds the one that he has been avoiding. He knocks back his drink and sends the text.

Joel: Tess. We need to talk.

Onward to Part 3!

Thank you to @magpiepills for beta-ing 🧡

Love to my ladies that mean everything @magpiepills @legendary-pink-dot @youandmeand5bucks @exquisiteserotonin @for-a-longlongtime @sparklefarts38 @pink-whiskey-woman @redhotkitchen 🧡

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insomniakisses · 2 years ago

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Could you write about how aemond would act if he found out that the person he's been sneaking around with got pregnant

Pleasant Surprises

Character: Aemond Targaryen (HOTD)

Reader type: g/n, AFAB

Warnings/notes: swear words, mentions of sex, hinted sex, pregnancy, aegon being an ass, your rhaenyras daughter u can choose adopted or not.

Taglist: @introverbatim, @neobanguniverse,

Part 2

The obnoxious sound of Aegon’s drunken cheering and stumbling disrupted the prince from his late night reading. Rolling his eye he went in search of his brother hoping to spare a maid or two from him.

Opening the door of his chambers he was met with a very disgruntled Alicent trying and failing to get Aegon to bed. Seeing the pleading look on his mother’s face he nods grabbing his brothers arm and helping drag him away.

“Its.. amazing… news… tru-ly won…derful” his brother snickers.

Confused, Aemond takes a look to his mother who seems disinterested rolling her eyes and shaking her head in response to her eldest sons mutterings.

“What is wonderful, dear brother?” He forces out, attempting niceties hoping it will help in his brother granting him an answer.

“Y/N, our dearest older sisters slut of a daughter,” Aegon snarks out, smirking when his mother inhales sharply and he feels a low rumble get stuck in his brother’s throat. “She’s pregnant, I heard her discussing it with the maesters. “

Aemond’s body freezes his mind going straight to the countless nights he had spent in your chambers, the night when it seemed the only comfort he could find was in you. And how a few weeks ago that meeting turned into something a little more intimate. Both of you needing a little more comfort, something more. He found himself flushing at the thought.

——————— T H A T N I G H T ———————

“I can practically hear you thinking” he muses, turning the page of the book in his hand.

He was not expecting the pillow that made contact with his face a moment later. A shocked chuckle escaping he grasped the pillow making an effort to move slow as he git closer and closer to where you sat on the bed. Enjoying the stifled giggles you let out in response.

He knew how easily he could spook you waiting for you to get used to his slow movements then in a swift motion he had pounced playfully hitting ur face with the pillow. Relaxing in the happy laughter you release.

“My prince! How unbecoming of you to attack a lady!” You remark at him he smirks and rolls his eyes as he pauses his assault for you both to catch your breaths.

Only now does he realise how close you are, his body pining yours down softly noses almost touching. A blush escapes on his face, matching yours that he had failed to realise.

“My lady…” he trails off feeling your hands undo his jacket, pushing it off of his shoulders. “Y/N, if you don’t stop-“ you don’t let him finish pulling him closer by his belt.

He lets out a deep groan, reaching down to unbuckle his pants and reaching to pull your night dress up and out of the way.

“Your sure?” He asks almost unsure that you really want to be with him in such way but you simply nod pulling him into a soft kiss as he lines himself up pushing into you softly.

———— E N D O F F L A S H B A C K ————

“Mother, arrange a meeting with my father the king and Princess Rhaenyra” he rushes out, dropping his brother without a care as he runs off to your chambers.

Entering without knocking freezing when he sees your mother and daemon talking to you. The former confused at his rude entry and the later with his hand on his sword ready to escort him out.

But he stands there frozen looking at you in a way he has never seen before, politely he nods his head at your mother and step father informing them there is a meeting with the king and queen consort. He steps to the side to let them leave.

The second he hears the door shut he moves yo you wrapping his arms around you and nosing at your head.

“Aemond!” You exclaim, “what are you doing?”

“Is it true? Are you with child, my child?” He asks his eye full of hope causing your gaze to soften as you nod softly. Smiling when he falls to his knees kissing your clothed stomach.

“Marry me.” Its more of a demand than a question, while you know he’d never make you do so you also know that you haven’t a choice in the matter really. Your heart swells at the idea of marrying the man you love. Your mind forgetting just how much your families dislike each other even if just for a moment.

Part 2? 👀

7/5/23 - part 2 coming soon!

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rainee-da · 7 months ago

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🍀 Lay Down in Their Lap [1]

CHARACTER ❥ Doom 🪞 / Famin 🃏 / Epidem 🍮 / Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧 / Cell War 💎

W A R N I N G ⚠️ PG-13 and heavy on fluff / BIG SPOILER!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

D O O M 🪞

It was later in the afternoon. He just finished his training and was resting up on the nearby bench at the training grounds before you came and suddenly plopped down on his lap.

His whole body tensed up slightly at the sudden contact before relaxing back as he realized that it was just you.

"Tired, my dear? has your day been rough?" he said with a soothing voice as he ran his hand on your hair, a soft smile forming on his lips.

He learned his whole life to predict other people's movements using all his senses, but you never failed to surprise him with your antics.

And it never fails to lighten his day, to bring sunshine to his world that is devoid of pictures.

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with each other, with his hand brushing through your locks idly.

As you talk about your day, he listened quietly. Take note of your shift in tone and the quiet thumping of your heart.

He didn't mind doing this for eternity, with you.

F A M I N 🎪

He was in a bad mood as he sulked on the sofa, teeth gritting and eyes twitching. One more flick to his nerves and his place is going to be a bloodbath.

Knowing so, his aides understandably decided to keep their distance.

Not you tho, because you were somehow brave enough to stride to his place with a book in hand and plopped your head on his lap.

"... What do you think you're doing?" he said with a strained voice, punctuating every word. You simply answered him with a shrug as you started reading your book.

His aide is looking from the distance, mortified. One of them is making preparations for a quick mass funeral, just in case.

They instantly passed out in fear as their boss started to move, thinking the massacre was going to happen. They missed the fact that Famin had actually moved to hug you, not to massacre you. Or anybody.

His rage already evaporated into thin air, seeing you on his lap.

Get ready to be in his lap for hours lol. He won't let you go now.

E P I D E M 🍮

"... And the texture is all wrong! It's a blasphemy I assure you. Pudding is supposed to be a soft, silky cuisine and the shop can't even differentiate that with a freakin jelly! Honestly-"

You lay on his lap as you listen to him go on his tangent. Your hand slowly caresses his thighs to soothe him down.

Being his lover, you're used to this kind of temper tantrum it could be worse after all.

In fact, you prefer this to his scientific tangent. You can barely understand the other one after all.

But since he has been going on for more than an hour, you're understandably getting tired and you can feel yourself getting sleepy as your eyes fluttering and closing.

Noticing that you no longer saying anything, he stopped and looked down to check your face.

His face softens, seeing you sleeping on his lap. His body finally eases down and he caresses your cheek gently. His mind is in a state of tranquility.

Though you’re gonna wake up with a bite mark on your cheek lol. It’s just that soft after all.

D E L I S A S T E R 🍾

Everything about it is embarrassing. You're embarrassed, his aide pities you, and his family gives you a strange look, the only one who is not embarrassed is Delisaster.

How could you not be? It's a big, fancy banquet being held by Innocent Zero with so many nobles present. And here you are; laying on one of his son's lap.

And you can't escape either, because his hand is gripping your side tightly while his other hand is sipping some red wine, ready to tickle the hell out of you if you made any attempt to escape.

Too bad he's big into PDA too. More than once did he lowered his head to peck your nose or smooch with your lips. In front of everyone.

"Do you want some?" He offers you his glass of wine casually as if it didn't hit him yet that he's being cringy as hell embarrassing you.

He lets out a hearty laugh every time you pout and whine about being embarrassed, clearly finding it to be amusing.

"Why so shy? you're my bae! N' best bet I'll show it to everyone! Gotta show them to whom you belong, after all~"

Rest in peace, you poor soul...

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

It's nearing curfew time. You opened the door of his dorm slowly, making the light from outside permeate through the dark room.

You can see the hunched shadow on the bed jolted in surprise and the light from outside highlighting his face shadow.

"Go away," Domina stated coldly as he lowered his head, and you managed to catch a glimpse of the tear stain on his cheeks.

You didn't say anything. But knowing him, you decided to go against his words and walked to his figure before locking the door.

You startled him as you plopped your head on his lap, burying your face in his stomach while your hand rubbed his lower back gently.

This simple action successfully breaking the dam in the pink-haired man's eye as he started sobbing his heart out.

He started blabbering out his thoughts while his shaky hands hugged your head tightly, sharing the insecurities and the fear he held inside that had been tormenting his soul.

"Please don't go..." he said with a broken voice, as he caressed your face, "I love you... You're all I have... please, promise me to never leave me... Please..."

Both of you ended up sleeping while cuddling together, content smile formed on his sleeping face.

C E L L W A R 💎

"Stop it, I have to go," he whines, trying his best to push you, who is currently nuzzling your face on his stomach, off of his lap, "I have to meet Master, he'll be furious if I'm late!"

You quipped to him that the appointed meeting is still an hour ahead, and he groans in frustration, unable to refute your words.

He knows that the meeting is still an hour away, and it only took him a quarter of an hour to reach the location. Meaning that he had plenty of hours for himself.

But he just can't help to work hard. He wants to please his Master!

"You're such a brat..." he grumbled as his hand moved to pull off the thorn crown on his head, and he leaned back to relax on the bed.

Your sheepish smiles earned you a soft chuckle from him. He stares at you with eyes full of meaning as his hand strokes your hair gently.

He wants you to find someone better, but he can't think of a life without you by his side. For him, you're his oasis. Anything you did seems to bring his dead heart back to life.

'I guess it's okay to relax once in a while... for you.'

Work has been abusing wearing me out and I didn't have too much time to open social media lately so this one will be shorter than the previous one. Honestly can I just be reincarnated as a seal? please please please please-

I also wrote a similar prompt for Walkis Academy students. If you happen to like this one, you might also like the other one! Maybe, I mean, I dunno...

Anyway, thank you for reading! 🍀

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faeryarchives · 10 months ago

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when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace trappola x f!reader)

summary: the rising streamer ace trappola has always been teased by his friends and fans about his failed relationships - that is until one certain stream where each and everyone of them were proven wrong.

note: ok i had this idea at 1 in the morning i was like 'hmmm what if we make a streamer series for twst?' and its just full of fluff and crack like no magic au + everyone is just normal

recent fics: happy birthday (malleus x reader) & so what are we? & in sickness and in health

it was around saturday midnight when everyone should be asleep, but ace trappola decided it was a good time to stream a horror game out of all possible games he could play with his friends. they all started as friends before starting the game but i fear he might have none after the stream.

"crabby, where are you~?" the sound of floyd humming through the mic sent shivers down the boy's back as he tried hiding from the hunter. "it's so funny to see floyd just have this tunnel vision to kill ace." jamil's smooth voice rang out, obviously amuse how the scene was unfolding.

"oh flooooyd! ace is hiding in the house with the telephone!"

"i hate all of you, after this game i am blocking everyone!" seeing him become the victim in the game and everyone turning on against him, his fans flood the live stream chat with laughing emojis and 'take the l'.

"ace, become a good bait while we fix the car." he heard ruggie and deuce laugh at his misery before their characters ran opposite his direction.

"okay who is the one that said floyd should be the hunter this round? hey, hey, hey! stop chasing after me- am i the only player in this game?! epel is right here!" in an act of desperation, ace tried to hide behind epel's character instead but only to receive massive damage when the attack hit him instead.

"eh... but guppy-chan isn't even trying to run away, which is boring!"

"wait, really?" he then stopped running. ace turned to face the hunter's character, trying to see if floyd would actually kill him, only to notice something wrong a little too late. "heh, gotcha," ace screamed into his mic, watching his character gets stuck in the tree and meet his demise as floyd split him into half literally. the words 'you died' appeared on the streamer's screen.

gloomurai: wow you are so great in this game 🤣

"i see you idia-senpai! it's not my fault they all turned against me!"

wani-sama🔧: it's your karma for selling them out to ruggie last game

"yeah, yeah... well, i'm always the last one to get caught, so this can be pretty relaxing." the streamer smirked as he watched from deuce's point of view where he is currently lost in the woods.

"i get to watch them die but knowing floyd he might quit mid-game." to used to being the first one out, ace sighed, switching from one point of view to another. bored ou of his mind, he looked at the corner of his screen, ace looked at the comments curiously as they try suggesting things.

muscle-red: why don't you do a q and a while waiting then?

"question and answer? don't you guys basically know me already?" ace looked at the screen intently, contemplating whether he should do it.

"fucking viper i swear!" suddenly someone joined the call causing ace to jump in surprised, only to realize it was ruggie.

"how did you die?"

"jamil betrayed me because we thought it was a four-seater car. it turns out it was only two!" hearing this, ace turned to jamil's point of view and snickered about how he and epel got chased by the sneaky eel. "welcome to the dead club."

as if he could imagine his senior rolling his eyes at his words, he smirked smugly - karma does bite back hard. "hardy har... what were you doing? i heard something about a question and answer?"

"chat wants me to have another q and a portion, what more do i have to tell you guys?"

cowabunga: how is the search for your beloved mwishxr: there is no use in asking that

"search for my beloved? hey!"

"shishishi! even your viewers are against you!"

it's a running joke in ace's community on how he was immediately dump by his ex girlfriend one week after dating. it wasn't like he wanted to share the story - he shared it as a batsu game after losing a round of uno. usually, when asked about his search for a girlfriend, ace would get all red and try to defend himself from the single until he became old allegations.

but today was surprising because not only did he not become all flustered and defensive - ace trappola looked smug even as he leaned his head into his palm and laughed.

"hmm, i wonder about that?" from behind, ace could hear approaching footsteps stopping next to him, and the live stream chat went wild and even ruggie who was looking at ace's stream right now watched with wide eyes as someone who was wearing the streamer's well-known sweater stood beside him.

"what the fuck?!"

gloomurai: ?!?!? muscle-red: what is with the sudden plot twist wani-sama🔧: WAIT wani-sama🔧: IS THAT-?!

"heya (nickname)~" ace hummed, turning his gaming chair facing your direction, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he grinned at you ever so cheekily. "you're late!"

"what are you five? i don't even know why you want me to come over." you rolled your eyes, trying to push him away playfully, only to run your fingers through his hair and chuckle.

seeing him lazily smiling at you causes you to succumb to your urge to pinch his cheeks - hard, making ace cry out in pain. before you could even ask another question, you saw something flash at the corner of your eye causing you to look at his monitor - realizing that he is still streaming. while holding onto you. and he not even on mute!

"this is all your plan, wasn't..." holding his face in your hands, ace could only laugh and nod, his hand quickly pulling you down, making you sit on his lap as he proudly present you to everyone. "as you can see, i am not hopeless anymore!"

wani-sama🔧: WHAT ARE YOU DOING SIS?!

"how is it possible i could hear sebek through the screen..." you sigh, leaning your back on ace and waved at the camera so casually as if the chat and ruggie weren't surprised at all.

"i just want to say to chat that ace didn't have my family in hostage." with you hand wrapped around his, you put up up and showed it to the camera. "and he is stuck with me."

hearing at just what you said made everyone in the chat go insane erupting into numerous emoji and something with the lines of 'oh my god he is not lying!' or just exclamation but nothing beats the reaction of your friends.

"(name) you settled for a guy like him?!" you could hear ruggie's surprised voice through your boyfriend's headset and honestly, you were contemplating if you would agree or just laugh it off.

"what can i say? sometimes, idiots have their charms."

jamil-viper: i can't believe you got (name) of all people... deuce-spade: oh thank god i don't have to keep it a secret anymore. wani-sama🔧: YOU KNEW?! epel-felmier: i think that's the effect of not our gc !!

the stream goes on with ace finally having his bragging rights and the twitter stans going crazy about the sudden girlfriend reveal. oh well, karma does hit back hard doesn't it?

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #twst ace #faeryarchives #a.heartslabyul

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koolades-world · 8 months ago

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Hi can you do a fluff alphabet with Beel?

hello! of course :)

if anyone else requests a specific character for this prompt, i'll do it pretty quickly just because i'm in the mood to do this right now :)

enjoy!

Fluff alphabet w/ Beel

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

he loves how open and accepting you are to new people, and those who already know you. if you weren't, you probably never would've gotten to know each other and he's grateful you let him into your heart

B = Bonding (what's your favorite mutual bonding activity?)

any mealtime! belphie and you always sit on either side of him, so he can always be next to his two favorite people. even though he's always eating, he loves making it a habit to always make sure you're sitting before he starts to eat. it's just not the same if you're not there

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

since he's always a little afraid he's going to crush you, despite what you say, he likes to have you on top of him. he loves it when you're drape yourself over him and rest your head on his shoulder. he loves getting to hold you close <3

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

to be honest, any date that you picked and are enjoying (and involves at least one snack for him) makes him happy. if it's all up to him, you're going to an all you can eat buffet haha

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

he's very open with you, and while he struggles with putting words to his emotions, he's willing to at least try to tell you. he's not the type to close himself off from you, unless he somehow thinks he's the problem. you just need to reassume him, and it won't be hard to get him to speak

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

he very much loves his family, and while it's not a must, he'd be a great father. he's patient and understanding, and having a child of his own would make him an ever better demon than he already is

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

most of his gifts are your favorite snacks, whenever he takes a trip to the store. he always makes sure to buy extra so he doesn't eat what's for you. however, he once gave you a cheeseburger plushie which now never leaves your bed or stays behind while you're on vacation

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

a HUGE hand holder. anytime he has a free hand in public, he'll seek you out. if you don't have a free hand, he'll carry something for you so he can hold it. it's very sweet how even when you're only together briefly when he's walking you to class, he makes sure to hold your hand. just make sure to throw some wet wipes in your bag because his hands are probably dirty haha

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

he doesn't say much, but you can tell from the tight look on his face that he's very worried. he feels as if it's his job to protect everyone he loves. he's the type to break down in tears and tell you he's sorry that he failed because he cares so much

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

in general, he doesn't do a whole lot of jokes, but he can be funny. he tends to take things literally so if he hears a joke he doesn't understand, he's quick to turn to you to ask you explain

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

most of his kisses are quick, but you're still able to feel the love through his other actions, such as the way he holds you or the tenderness of his hands in yours. he mostly does forehead and top of the head kisses. his breath probably smells like whatever he last ate, so just be prepared for that

L = Love Confession (how'd they confess to you? how'd you get together?)

he at first struggled to find a way to tell you because he just couldn't put it in words, so after getting your permission, he tries his best to show you. when that doesn't work out, he sits down with you and does his best to explain. you eventually picked up on what he was trying to tell you, and let him know you had feelings for him too

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

his favorite memory is a late night at a fast food place together. after being hungry with no food in the house because he ate it all earlier, the two of you went out to get something to eat. not much was open because of the time, but the fact that you agreed to go on this journey with him was more than enough for him. your unwavering trust in him and your enthusiasm helped cement your way into his heart

your favorite memory was the first time he sat down with you and listened to you vent about your struggles in the devildom and everything you missed about the human world. he went through a lot of trouble, but managed to get your favorite human world snack. the look on his face as he presented it to you was something you'll never forget

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

failing to protect you. he's very afraid to lose another someone so beloved to him, especially if he deems it as his fault. he still sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night from nightmares about that very subject. after one of those, just seeing you alright brings him the comfort he needs to go back to sleep

O = Obvious (how obvious do they make it that they like you?)

he's not subtle at all and doesn't try to hide it. he's always by your side and offering you his snacks. the only other being that gets offered snacks that he's actively eating is his twin. it's no secret how much he cares for you and is willing to take on any challenge for you

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

he's not big on pet names until he discovers food related names. while he still prefers your name, sometimes he will use nicknames like muffin or honey

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

any free time he has, he wants to be by your side. whenever he's just idling and munching on something, he finds himself wanting to be in the same room as you, if not to have a conversation, just to be around you because that makes him so happy

R = Romance (how romantic are they?)

he tries, but honestly he's not very suave. his struggle to articulate what he's thinking leads to some more thoughtful, or funny conversations, but usually not romantic. but, it's the thought that counts

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

at first, he's kind of closed off, but once you get to know each other, he'll tell you anything on his mind, from very lighthearted, like what would happen if all his favorite foods grew legs and walked off, to serious, like his life before the devildom. he doesn't keep anything important from you because he highly values communication

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

at first, you weren't sure if you were going to get along with him, but after you made the pact, you kind of saw it coming. you really connected after you stayed in his room when he destroyed one of the walls to you room, and it was history after that

U = Unique (what makes them unique?)

his gentle giant, protective nature. no matter what, he's always sure he checks up on you and always finds a way to help you if you need it

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? do they like to show you off?)

he's proud of your cordialness, even towards those who spoke down to you in the past. nobody has anything bad to say about you

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

he can't deny how nervous that idea makes him. even when he's right next to you, he's paranoid something might happen to you. but, he knows you can hold your own and trusts you. he would beat up someone for you though haha

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

he's very good at being able to tell how you feel, and is quick to ask how you're feeling if he notices any changes. sometimes if he's enjoying a really good snack or meal, it might take him a little longer, but he'll abandon the food to talk to you if needed

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

while heat of the moment is the wrong way to describe it, he found himself asking you after a moment where he knew he wanted to be with you forever. he actually went off to get the ring he had to then get down on one knee. he'd been trying to find a way to ask, but he was glad the moment came to him

Z = Zzz (how do they act when they're sleepy? what's it like sharing a bed with them?)

he's usually mostly coherent, and is easy enough to help into bed if needed. unless he's hungry or just had a nightmare, he sleeps like a brick, so make sure you're comfortable before he falls asleep.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me beel #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

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captain-jacks-coat · 6 months ago

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SPOILERS FOR ROGUE

I usually do "live reactions but make it Theo" on quotev when it's smth I've been looking forward to, so I did it for Rogue. Because Activity is still there and I plan on enjoying it for as long as possible.

so here are the highlights from Rogue's reaction last night!

"DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN WEE WOOOOOOO WOO WEE WOOOOOOOOOO"

"LMFAO IS THAT BAD GUY (BRIDGERTON'S VERSION) OR SOME SHIT"

"m u r d e r"

"welp ok as first dates go I'd say that was disastrous, but hey, you've still got 33 minutes to sort yourselves!"

"THEY BETTER FUCKING SNOG WITHIN THE NEXT 33 MINS"

"I'M JUST SAYING RIGHT WE'VE GOT TWO GAY ACTORS, ONE IS A CANON GAY CHARACTER AND LITERALLY JUST CALLED THE OTHER ONE HANDSOME, AND THE OTHER ONE IS PLAYED BY JONATHON GROFF SO THEY'RE GONNA FUCKING SNOG OR ELSE"

"omg THAT is a spaceship. he's living it. he's a queer (to be confirmed) bounty hunter, who has a MASSIVE INVISIBLE SPACESHIP???? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP"

"THE DOCTOR CALLED ROGUE "BABY" I REPEAT THE DOCTOR CALLED ROGUE "BABY""

"I've been shipping these two since the casting announcement, DO NOT FAIL ME NOW DOCTOR WHO"

"MY NAME'S BOND. MOLECULAR BOND"

"the doctor's fucking grinding to Kylie while pissing off his crush. living my life ngl"

"THE PSYCHIC PAPER DID THE JACK THING IT DID THE JACK THING IT CALLED ROGUE HOT AND ROGUE STRAIGHT UP FLIRTED BACK OHMYGOD KISS NOWWWW"

"Uhm so did Rogue really think the Doctor was taking him to a SHED????? TO DO WHAT, ROGUE??????"

"SORRY WHAT"

""I'M IN LOVE"?????"

"THE DOCTOR'S FACE L M F A OOOO"

"fuck he's only in love with the TARDIS (you'll get there honey dw)"

"OHHH ROGUE DARLING YOU JEALOUS????"

"THEY'RE DOING THE RUN AWAY WITH ME CONVERSATION AND WE'RE NOT EVEN HALFWAY THROUGH THE EPISODE I THINK I'M GONNA BE CRYING AT THE END OF THIS AND IT'S WRITTEN BY KATE AS WELL OH SHIT"

"THEY WERE ABOUT TO FUCKING KISS AND THE FUCKING TARDIS BEEPED BECAUSE THE FUCKING TRAP WAS READY SO THEY DIDN'T KISS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK"

"OH GOD THE'\RE DANCING THEY'RE DANCING THEY'RE DANCING AND THE DOCTOR IS TEACHING HIM ABT COSPLAY AND ROGUE IS LOOKING AT HIM LIKE HE HAS THE UNIVERSE ON A PLATE JUST FOR HIM AND MY HEART IS SO FULL RN"

"USING THE POWER OF GAY SCANDAL TO BRING DOWN THE EVIL PEOPLE"

"THE CINEMATOGRAPHY IS CINEMATOGRAPHYING THEY'VE TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS AND THEY'RE NOT MOVING THEIR EYES OFF EACH OTHER AND WE'VE GOT A PANNING CAMERA AND ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE ARE GONE AND IT'S THE MOST ROMANTIC SHIT EVER, MY FANFICTION DRIVEN HEART CANNOT HANDLE THIS"

"they're fucking cosplaying gay Bridgeton to save the universe THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN MISSING MY WHOLE LIFE"

"MARRIAGE PROPOSAL HUH"

"THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS AND RUNNING AHHHHHHH"

"YOU HAVE 17 MINUTES TO SNOG GUYS CMONNNN"

"zizz"

"when (if) they snog, there had better be a romantic build up, and setting, and GREAT FUCKING MUSIC alright????????????? YOU HEAR ME KATE??????"

"NOOOOOO EMILY'S A SHAPESHIFER THEY WERE GONNA BE A CUTE COUPLE BUT IT'S ALL MURDER AND IDENTITY THEFT NOW :(((("

"RUBY NO YOU CAN'T DO THIS NOT AGAIN STOP FUCKING DYING"

"THIS IS WHAT THE THIRD TIME YOU'VE DIED SO FAR???????? FOURTH????????? STOP"

"OH MY DEAREST TIME LORD VICTORIOUS, I HAVE MISSED YOU"

"oh she's fine she just dance battled to Poker Face (Bridgerton's Version)"

"NO BECAUSE NOW HE HAS TO CHOOSE OH SHITTT DOCTOR YOU'VE GOT PROBLEMS"

"THEY KISSED WITH THE FRAME AND THE MUSIC AND THE CAMERA ANGLE AND THERE ARE TEARS OH GODDD"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S THE MOST DEVASTATING SHIT I'VE SEEN SINCE CHILDREN OF EARTH OH MY GOD I CANNOT, KATE HERRON YOU EVIL GENIUS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NO THEY CAN'T BE TOGETHER ANYMORE HE'S GONE HE'S ACTUALLY GONE AND THEY KISSED AND HE GAVE HIM FLOWERS AND HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF SO THAT THE DOCTOR WOULD BE HAPPY WITH RUBY AND OH MY GOD NO WHY WHY WHYYY"

"he left the flowers on the floor where rogue left I'm not ok"

"KATE HERRON, WHEN I FIND YOU KATE HERRON"

"he's wearing the ringggg"

"THE SALUTE HOLY-"

"THAT WAS TOO MUCH FOR MY LITTLE GAY HEART TO HANDLE"

"Rogue is everything to me I fear"

#doctor who #spoilers #rogue #fifteenth doctor #ruby sunday #ncuti gatwa #jonathan groff #millie gibson

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lightwing-s · 2 years ago

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

!! My masterlist is your main source of knowing who I'll be writing for, so please check this out before requesting. However, you can still ask for another character to see if I can possibly write for it, but no promises will be made in regards to that.

last updated: january, 13th | ♤ angst ♢ smut ♥︎ fluff

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B A T B O Y S

g e n e r a l h e a d c a n o n s

✾ the batboys' favorite male marvel heroes

✾ the batboys as spy movies

✾ the batboys as 2000s pop hits (female vers.)

✾ the batboys as 2000s pop hits (male vers.)

✾ the batboys as words

✾ the batboys when mute! reader writes 'i love you' on their backs

d i c k g r a y s o n

i m a g i n e s

✾ home ♥︎

✾ midnight kiss ♥︎

✾ impressions | pt ii | pt iii ♥︎

✾ hello officer ♢

b l u r b s

✾ loving all his sides | pt ii

✾ migraines

✾ the better detective

✾ my pretty boy ♢

✾ cupid

✾ one bed

✾ curious

j a s o n t o d d

i m a g i n e s

✾ midnight kiss ♥︎

✾ i want to k__ you | pt ii ♢

✾ i'll teach you ♤

✾ gravity ak!jason ♤

✾ shower thots ♢

s e r i e s

✾ baby steps ongoing

b l u r b s

✾ making a playlist

✾ nice catch

✾ please don't leave me

✾ moon

✾ shoot me with your arrow then, cupid?

✾ red like roses

✾ you're in love with me, ew

✾ I failed to protect you

✾ aftercare

✾ overuse

✾ flustered easily

✾ biker!jason | x | x | x | x | x | x |

✾ study late at night

✾ food vlogger series

t i m d r a k e

✾ late night park walks ♥︎

b r u c e w a y n e

✾ affection in the workplace

O T H E R D C C H A R A C T E R S

w a l l y w e s t

✾ winter warm cuddles ♥︎

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✾ jealous confession ♥︎

C A L L O F D U T Y

s i m o n ' g h o s t ' r i l e y

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arcadiabaytornado · 11 months ago

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LIS Character Centered Headcanons: Christmas Edition

Max Caulfield

A: Max is the one who listens to Christmas songs in July. Chloe judges her, but that won't stop her. She likes the festive vibes too much.

B: Max has to build a gingerbread house every year. She feels like she had a failed festive season if she doesn't.

C: Max has takes so many festive pictures. Her camera is filled with pictures of brightly lit trees and Chloe wearing a Santa hat during the month of December.

D: Max's dirty little secret is that she likes Hallmark movies. They aren't fine media or anything, but they're a great casual watch.

E: Max LOVES ugly Christmas sweaters. She's even forced convinced Chloe to wear a matching one with her.

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Chloe Price

F: Chloe is into Christmas the least out of the girls. She enjoys the decorations, and she likes some of the music, but if she was single and living on her own she likely wouldn't do a ton to celebrate. Maybe a mini tree, but that would be the extent of it.

G: She really likes "controversial" Christmas treats. Like fruitcake and eggnog.

H: Chloe does like quite a few Christmas songs, but she's also a strong believer that you never listen to Christmas music until late November at the SOONEST.

I: William helped Chloe make a homemade stocking when she was younger. She made it as large as possible so it had extra room to put stuff in, and William thought the idea was to innovative and funny to be mad at.

J: Chloe does do advent calendars every year. That's her holiday highlight.

Rachel Amber

K: Rachel participates in every secret Santa program she can find. She loves both giving and receiving gifts, and December is the prefect time for that.

L: Rachel goes Christmas caroling ever year without fail. She's even forced convinced Chloe to go with her a few times.

M: She carries around mistletoe in her pocket and she will use it.

N: Rachel has an ornament collection. Also a nutcracker collection. Also a snowman collection. Also a stocking collection. Also someone needs to stop her.

O: Rachel will get someone the most unique gift they've ever gotten. She's the type of person to get someone an engraved sword with no real explanation of how she even found one.

#life is strange #lis #max caulfield #chloe price #rachel amber

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s1llysmut · 5 months ago

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Is it okay to ask for a Valentino NSFW alphabet ❓

A/N: I was gonna do one earlier but I wasn’t sure if anyone would want one. Sorry if you wanted him to be nice or something, it’s just not who he is 😬

NSFW alphabet for Valentino

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare? With Valentino? HA! Yeah no he doesn’t even know what that word means in English or Spanish. But if you’re female he might buy you the morning after pill?

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on himself is his tongue for obvious reasons. On you he likes your holes. All of your holes.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He always cums inside. No condom. He doesn’t give a shit.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t have any, he’s an open book when it comes to sex.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s extremely experienced. He runs a porn studio so duh he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

If he’s having a good day he’ll make you work for it and ride him. If he’s having a bad day and needs to let off some steam he is absolutely railing you from behind.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious. If you laugh or make a joke he will make sure you regret it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He shaves it. Not sure why, he just does.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Intimacy? Romance? With Valentino?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t jerk off, he just uses one of his whores.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM, bondage, sadomasochism, dacryphilia, blood, voyeurism, exhibitionism, etc.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. I mean it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If he’s angry he gets really horny.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never let you dominate him. You can try but you will fail miserably and he will laugh at your pathetic attempt.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

You think he cares about your pleasure? No. You’re on your knees sucking him off whenever he wants.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough 24/7. He’s never gentle.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind them. He’ll punish you if you’re not fast enough though.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Obviously he takes risk. At least if they interest him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last about 6 rounds. Pretty impressive actually.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a whole bin of everything you could name.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s extremely unfair. He genuinely doesn’t care if you’re having fun as long as he is.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s loud but not like Angel Dust level of loud. Mostly dirty talk.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He will make you hump his thigh until you cum.

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

8 inches pretty girthy. Good luck.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Have you met this man? His sex drive is extremely high. Like, off the charts.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t have time to sleep. He just gets up and leaves.

#hazbin hotel #smut #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin smut #smut fic #headcanon #hazbin x reader #smut headcanons #smut alphabet #hazbin valentino #valentino #valentino hazbin hotel

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louellaby · 1 year ago

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FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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taglist: @books-and-catears @owl778 @yourlocalgrass @kaiserkisser @hhurric4ne @amberheavendremurr @yu-ulda @bk-4-trash-fire

F I N A L C H A P T E R

「 Forget-Me-Not 」

"M—MC...?! Wh-What are you doing back here in the Devildom? Aren't you supposed to be in the human world?!"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Soley as she tried her best not to panic at the sight of you. Then, she set her gaze on Lucifer.

He saw the expectant look in her eyes as she was clearly pleading for help. She wanted him to shield her with his body, just like how he protected her from harm multiple times before. She wanted him hold her tightly against him and stroke her head while he questioned you about your unexpected appearance.

But nothing like that happened.

Lucifer didn't move an inch.

"What am I doing here?" You repeated her question as if it was the most stupidest thing you've ever heard. "I am the proud owner of this mansion, you see. Of course, I haven't had it built myself. This was a gift from Dia."

The prince walked into view and stood to your right while his butler Barbatos followed suit and stood to your left. Diavolo had a smile on his face. It was you who put it there the moment you said you were proud of the property.

The three of you walked down the stairs of the hall balcony so you could face the others on the same level. "I haven't left the realm at all, Soley. You clearly didn't know your place, and you still don't, so I thought I could... help you see it."

"You were too wrapped up in your own fantasies about being the only one who's loved that you didn't even notice you were being brought straight into a trap."

"W-Wait.. you mean.. since when—"

"Did you really think they're here to celebrate your birthday after the way you treated their beloved family?"

"I hope you don't mean you." She spat, rolling her dainty little fists. "You're not their family. You're just a human they didn't care enough for."

You smiled in response. She was finally starting to show her true colours.

"You see, that's where you're wrong, Soley." You took a step towards her, an action that made her take a step back. The anxious look on her face fueled you, making you grin like a mad person. The brothers did nothing but watch. They were all looking at you, completely proud of their precious human.

"I've always been their family even before anyone knew it. They care about me more than they made you think they care about you. Remember that in this place, Soley, you're nothing but a powerless little ant surrounded by a group of children with magnifying glasses."

The more you approached her, the more she stepped back. Her mind kept racing, trying to figure out every step of your plan. Too bad for her that you're already at the very last step.

Because she was distracted, she tripped over her own feet and stumbled on the marble flooring, yelping in pain. By the time she opened her eyes and came to, you were already standing in front of her, towering over her helpless figure. You could all hear her breathing getting more desperate; it was echoing through the halls. As she trembled in your gaze, she failed to realise that she was already surrounded by the same demons who made her believe she was special. Mammon and Satan were right behind her, waiting for you to give command.

You held your staring contest with Soley, ending in her failure as she tried to hold back her tears. She tried to look around for a way to escape.

That's when she realised her situation.

"Y-You can't hurt me! Any one of you! I'm important to the Devildom!" She exclaimed, glaring at everyone but mostly at you.

You knelt down in front of her with an amused expression on her face and asked, "Is that so? Please tell me your worth in this realm."

"I'm an exchange student of Diavolo! He said that I'm protected as long as I'm in the Devildom!"

"And who were supposed to be your protectors, hmm?" You added, smiling warmly as if to mock her. She tried to think of something when she realised the very answer to your question.

"That's right, Soley. The Seven Rulers of the Devildom and the ambassador from the Human Realm. Those eight were supposed to be your knights in shining armour; to take care of your every need and protect you when harm comes. But... they can't really do all that when they're the ones hunting you down, now can they?"

Soley felt small. She tried to hide her furious trembling, but she couldn't. Even her own body betrayed her. As she hung her head to keep you from seeing her pooling tears, she croaked, "S-Since when have you been... been planning th-this..?"

Her eyes widened, her head tilted upwards, and all eyes were suddenly directed at the source of someone's laughter— yours. You apologised for the sudden giggle and stared at Soley's watered green orbs. "I guess I can tell you now since, well, we're all trying to be nice here."

"You're not being nice here at all, MC."

"Now, now, Soley. There is no need to point out the obvious. I'm about to answer your question, so it's best if you just shut up and listen to me."

Silence fell onto the girl. Her eyes were focused on yours, waiting for you to continue talking. You were amused by how cooperative she was being, so you thought to reveal what you had been planned from the very beginning.

"I don't have a good feeling about that human," Mammon mentioned once again as he kept pacing back and forth. The others in the room, his younger brothers, just ignored his pacing and gathered all their thoughts.

"Isn't it obvious?" Levi asked, which got everyone's attention. The demon didn't look up from his game console and just kept talking. "That human doesn't like MC, or any of us for that matter."

"Levi's right." The fourth-born leaned back on his chair and nodded along with his brother's comment. "It's certainly possible that she'll do something to MC."

"What?!" Beel panicked, almost dropping his food. His twin brother, who was resting his head on Beel's lap, woke up because of Satan's statement.

"Do you think she'll really do that here?"

"Hey, by "do something to MC", I didn't mean she'll hurt them. At least not physically." The six of them shared worried glances before someone entered the room. It was you.

"MC, did you..."

"I heard every word from the beginning, Satan, and I agree with you. Soley was jealous, and it was clear as day when I went out with her earlier. She tried to ask me for help getting along with you guys, and I'm warning you that she'll be hanging around you all in the upcoming days, maybe even for the whole year."

"What?! MC, you can't do that to us!"

"Yeah, we don't want to be stuck with her! Especially not for a whole year!"

"Guys, I need your help here. I need to show her that I'm not someone she can mess with. And certainly not someone she can replace."

"S-So, everyone— everything.. they were all—"

"—lies, yes." You cut her off with a nod and an amused smile. "Ever since that day, the day we last went out together, everything had been planned by me. Of course, I can't really take all the credit; all of the demon brothers, as well as Diavolo and Barbatos; they all helped prepare everything. It wasn't scripted or anything, but it was all done as it should be. Would you like for me to list them all?"

"No, ple—"

"First, the brothers making you feel like you were the most special person to them. I'm sorry, but in all honesty, they couldn't bear your presence. None of us could. I'm impressed that they managed to continue their act for almost a year."

"Of course, MC! We didn't want to disappoint you!"

"Thank you! I'm so proud of all of you!"

"Wh—

"Hush now, Soley, I'm not done talking." You snapped and continued counting with your fingers. "Second, the brothers made you think that I was no longer important to them by stopping to be around me. It hurt all of us, but it will all be worth it by the end of today."

"What do you mean by th—"

"I said, hush," you snapped again. "You're a noble lady, Soley. You should know better than to interrupt a higher ranking person." The girl's brows narrowed, but she held her tongue. You continued to speak.

"Third, the brother's overprotection. I mean, our overprotection of you. You know that we tried to keep you safe, right? Of course, we needed to do it for our plan to succeed. If you got in trouble with another demon, well... that would spoil our fun, wouldn't it?"

"Fourth, that farewell letter. Let me guess, you somehow destroyed it before any of the brothers could read it. Oh, but not to worry, I sent them a picture of it before leaving it to you. I needed to make sure it was believable enough. And it sure was when one of them thought it was actually real."

The brothers all looked with smirks on their face at the Avatar of Greed, who glared at the rest of them, but he did his best to keep quiet for you.

You scoffed in amusement the moment you saw the deep terror in Soley's face. You reached out and squished her cheeks together. Her body flinched at your sudden touch. "All of that, my dear, all of it— was just a bunch of planned lies. Do you know why? It's because no one, and I mean no one, could ever replace me."

With one look from you, Mammon and Satan grabbed her arms and pulled her up on her feet. She struggled to no avail. She kept struggling, and you just shrugged it off, getting up on your own feet and leaning in closer to her ear. With a low voice, you whispered, "Oh, and by the way, my favourite flowers are scorpion grasses. They're otherwise known as forget-me-nots."

You retreated your head back to see the horrified look on her face. "So please, Lady Soley..."

"... don't forget me."

「 CHAPTER IX | LOUE'S LETTER 」

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me angst #obey me brothers #obey me shall we date #obey me replaced mc au #Forget-Me-Not

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lawlietscaramels · 10 months ago

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REBIRTH

closed, writing answers

We hit 50 followers. A! Thank you all!!

I picked the title because, well, I'm killing canon to bring it a new life

As promised, here is our event: an ask game where I give canon characters some depth. I'll use the hashtag #death note reborn if you want to look through them all once I've written some! :D

So, pick a character and one of the letters from the list below! I'll run this for about a month? I've never done a writing event before but that seems reasonable :)

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╾PICK A CHARACTER

Anyone goes except Takada, the members of Near's or Mello's team (Matt is fine), Rem, Ryuk, BB, Ide, Mogi and Ukita. i. do not know them enough.

I'll have the most stuff for L, Light, Misa, Matsuda, Matt, Mello, and Near, but anyone not mentioned above is good to ask for!

you can also ask about my OC Rie :>

╾PICK ONE

A: all my thoughts (everything I think about the character, a mix of the below) | L, Aizawa

B: background rewritten (a version of their past with more and/or different details) | Mello

C: change (how do they change, how have they changed, how do they want to change?) | L

D: darkest secrets (what they keep hidden and why) | Soichiro

E: existential crisis (what about existence scares them?) | Matsuda

F: failure (who/what they're afraid of failing)

G: games (do they play card, board or mind games? are they any good?)

H: headcanon list (my top headcanons) | Mello

I: in-depth psychoanalysis (what it sounds like)

J: job (a different career for them)

K: knight in shining armour (what's their role in the mediaeval au, how their character is different) | Mello

L: lei's death note (my headcanons, but those that are present in my au and go against or contradict canon facts)

M: motivation (what's their motivation? what drives them as a person?)

N: number (I list 1 to 10 and something after each; see Matsu's for examples) | Matsuda

O: older (if they lived for another 20 years, what would they be like?) | Mello

P: personality rewritten (turning them from 2D plot devices to 3D characters with emotions + feelings)

Q: question (ask me a specific question)

R: regrets (what do they regret the most about their choices, would they make different ones?) | Light

S: sexuality and gender headcanons (what. what it sounds like.) | L, Light, Mello

T: terrified (what they're afraid of) | L

U: uncertainty (do they ever doubt themselves or their actions? when? why?)

V: versus (I draw them as close to canon as possible, vs. in my style with my headcanons) | Light

W: worldly desires (what do they want in life that's a bit shallow?) | Matt, L

X: x-ray (what goes through their mind?) | Light

Y: you need a diagnosis (what I'd diagnose them with)

Z: zen (what calms them down + makes them happy) | Mello, L

That's it! Send an ask with a character and a letter! Thank you again for all the love and support, my dear followers 💖

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spicy-picklez · 2 years ago

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hey just wondering for a future ✨smut✨ chapter if could do where

reader going through lessons and stuff

and someone or something piss her off so she decides to skip last lesson and Larissa get email that she not in the class so Larissa messages her as her where she is but we open the message and leave her on open because to annoyed to answer and Larrisa sees the we left her on open and decides to get open with her binoculars and see if she can spot us and she does so texts again somthing like “i see you cometo my office love”

so we do and as walk in she ask whats wrong because she visibly so we’re pissed off

and we start explaining but get more and more angry while explaining so start shouting whats wrong and Larissa get up and like comes of to us and asks us to calm down but instead calming down we get more angry and step forward being on inchs away from each other face and say something like “NO” and started shouting at her now

so Larissa decided to remind us whos in charge of us in the only was she knows to get it across us

so Larissa grabs up by throat with slight pressure telling us to “drop are attitude “ or “watch are tone with me” which makes us gulp and go silent for few seconds but then we decide to test our luck and say “make me”

which then leads Larissa to show us whos boss and well you know f^ck it out of us

like with all the degradation kink and praise kink and any other kinks 😳😅

Bro I can’t even tell you how much I loved writing this. I did change up a couple of details but I hope you like it :)

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Rainbow after a Storm P13

Includes:

Rough sex, fingering, thigh riding, edging, teasing, degradation, domination kink, ownership kink, praise kink, cunnilingus, light restraints, marking kink, soft Larissa moments at the end bc I can’t live without them.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x 18yo female student

Summary:

Larissa finds out you’re not in class and reminds you who you belong to when your mouth starts running itself into punishment.

Word Count:

2.2k

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A/N: I’m sorry for such a short chapter compared to my usual ones but I have a few things to do tonight. I might have to put this series on a short pause until next week as I’m moving houses on Saturday. I’m also trying to apply classes at my polytech as younger me fucked up by dropping outta school before getting my level 2s.

I’ll definitely still be writing, so please send in oneshot requests for me to do. I’ve got some for Miranda Hilmarsson which I’m excited to start working on and I’ll have to redo my Masterlist to accommodate for stories including other Gwen characters so any requests you have, please send them in. :)

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Larissa’s eyes widen as she reads the subject line of Marilyn’s latest email. Hurriedly opening the message, worry surges through her veins as her eyes skim over the words.

From: Marilyn Thornhill

To: Larissa Weems

Hi Larissa,

I’m just emailing to inform you that Y/N hasn’t shown up for Botanical Science. Xavier and Wednesday are claiming innocence as to her whereabouts.

Best wishes,

Marilyn Thornhill.

“Fuck.” The singular word is sharp under Larissa’s breath as she pulls out her phone.

L♥️: Hun, are you ok? Where are you? I’m worried about you.

Feeling your phone vibrate from inside your blazer pocket, you already know it's her texting. You have no idea how you’re supposed to reply to that. You can’t exactly say you’re fine, she’ll never believe you. After many failed attempts at replying, you end up deleting your half-typed message, turning off your phone.

Opened. Larissa’s fears increase as she watches the three dots of you typing disappear. Where are you? Opening the top drawer in her desk, she pulls out her binoculars. Glancing out the window, she lets out the breath she didn’t know she was holding when she sees you.

L♥️: Please come back darling. I can see you, you look freezing.

Reading her text, you have to admit, the wind was getting to you. Sighing, you wrap your blazer around you as you turn back to the school grounds. Gusts of wind attack your face, no doubt leaving pink marks all over your cheeks. It’s a sweet relief the moment you enter the building, warmth returning to your body.

Opening up the door to Larissa’s office, she turns around from her spot at the window. “Come on love, talk to me, what’s going on?” Worry is evident on her face as she looks at you. Nervously swallowing, your hands cross over your chest as you walk up to her. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” A soft smile grows on her lips as she comes over to you. “Love, it's obvious, at least to me, that you are anything but fine. I also don’t have the ability to stop worrying about you. So come on, spill.”

Taking a deep breath, you exhale sharply. “Alright, fine. I’m fucking sick of going to botanical science every goddamn day. I have no interest in it but yet I’m always the one picked on by Ms Thornhill to answer every fucking question there is. Bianca, Yoko and Divina always make the entire class a full hour of torture. Yet I’m always the one getting in trouble.” Larissa’s eyes dart down to your hands, watching them as they clenched into fists, your emotions overtaking your body. “I’m fucking sick of that fact that everytime I stand up for myself, Ms Thornhill always fucking sends me away. I’m sick of the feeling that I’m falling behind in class. I’m fucking sick of that incompetent fucking narcissitic prick of a teacher-.”

“Love, calm down..” She steps closer to you, trying to lower your increasing volume.

“No I’m not going to fucking calm down Riss! This is my fucking everyday life. Every day I go to class, every day I get fucking picked on, and every goddamn fucking day, its always me getting in trouble for it. I’m fucking-.” Your sentence is cut short as her hand roughly grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes are filled with lust as she stares down at you, making your core heat underneath her gaze. “Are you sure you want to finish that sentence? I said, ‘calm down’, love.” Her voice is thick with desire, your heart rate increasing. Your eyes sparkle with a cheeky glint, a smirk growing on your face. “Fucking make me Riss.” Quiet but certain, your voice leaks with pure desire as you say this, knowing exactly what she’ll do to you.

Her lips crash onto yours, dominant and firm. Her hand still on your jaw, the other one shuts her laptop, putting it into a drawer. Guiding you backwards, she lifts you up onto the desk, her free hand roughly grabbing your hip. Her fingers grasp the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs. Pulling you to the edge of her desk, she takes a seat in her chair, lowering her mouth to your clit. Your head flies back as she flicks her tongue over your sensitive mound, a low growl emitting from her throat as she tastes you. “I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to, I think it’s high-time I remind you.” Her long fingers slowly slide through your entrance, immediately finding your sensitive spot. Your hips buck against her tongue as she flattens it against your clit. Her arms curl under your thigh, bringing your legs up to rest over her shoulders as she increases the pace of her fingers.

Her name falls off your tongue in a breathy moan as she pulls your clit between her lips, sucking it into her mouth. “That’s it, keep moaning my name like the gorgeous slut you are.” She murmurs, her voice vibrating over your sensitive mound, eliciting a string of moans from you. Your hands find their way to her hair, pulling her head closer to your heat as she slides a third finger into you, your cunt stretching around her. Your hips start involuntarily grinding against her as she continues to thrust her fingers inside you, hitting your sensitive spot with perfect precision. She can tell you're close by the way your legs start twitching on her shoulders and the heavenly moans sounding from your mouth. Just as you’re about to topple over the edge, she withdraws her fingers from you, a desperate whine escaping you.

A smirk pulling at her lips, she looks up at you, her mouth mere centimetres away from where you need her most. “Beg.” Heat rises over your cheeks as you look down at her. A gasp escapes you as she runs her tongue from your entrance, stopping just short of your clit. “Please, Riss. I need you-.” That’s all she needs to hear, her fingers thrusting deep inside you as she sucks your clit into her mouth, her tongue flicking over your sensitive mound. “Who do you belong to?” She growls, her fingers bringing you to orgasm. “You, Riss, I belong to you.” A string of moans are elicited from your mouth as your legs shake on her shoulders, clamping tight against her head, releasing over her tongue. She doesn’t slow down however, her fingers continuing to curl against your g-spot. She gently nips at your inner thigh, drawing the sensitive skin into her mouth as her tongue grazes over the bite wound.

Her mouth returned to where you needed it most, her tongue flicking up and down over your clit. Her name falls off your lips like a broken record as moans escape you. It isn’t long before you begin to reach another orgasm, your legs trembling uncontrollably on her shoulders, her grin growing wider as she devours you with an undying hunger. “Larissa, please…” The desperate whine leaves your lips as she pulls away before you can reach your tipping point. Bringing her lips to yours, you can taste yourself on her tongue. Lifting you off the desk, you wrap your legs around her waist. Your arms are over her shoulders, one hand at the back of her head, deepening the kiss as she walks through to the next room. Your tongues intertwine, working together to elicit moans from the both of you. Slamming the door shut, she throws you onto the bed, quickly undoing her light green button up shirt. Her hands are desperately reaching for the hem of your school jersey, lifting it over your head.

Grabbing your tie, she lifts your head to hers, pressing your lips firmly together as your hands pull down her skirt. Now in just her lingerie, you take a moment to admire her. The same shade as her lipstick, the red lace highlights her body perfectly, hugging every gorgeous curve on her body. Her hands expertly unburden you from the rest of your clothes, everything landing in a pile on the floor as she pushes you back onto the bed. Breathing heavily, neither of you have any intention of stopping. Her hands trail everywhere over your body except where you crave her the most. You can feel yourself pulsing from over-stimulation and desire. Flipping her over, you grab her arms, pinning them above her head as your hips start grinding over her bare thigh.

She can feel your liquids on her thigh, her eyes narrowing as you flip her over. “What are you doing?” She knows exactly what you’re doing and absolutely loves it, not that she’d ever admit it to you. “Using you.” You say, burying your lips in the crook of her neck, still stimulating your clit on her thigh. Sucking at the sensitive skin on her neck, she gasps, a string of moans escaping her. With a desperate gasp for air, your legs begin to shake uncontrollably as you reach a sweet release, your juices dripping down onto her leg. Your free hand trails down the edge of her jaw, down her neck and along her collarbone before making its way to her breasts. Bringing her nipple in between your thumb and forefinger, you gently twist it, her back arching as a moan escaped her lips. Doing the same for her other nipple, your hand lightly grazes down her stomach and over her hip bone. Gently running a single finger down over her entrance, you shudder hearing how wet she is for you.

Bringing your finger to your mouth, you suck off her coating as she watches you, her body squirming with desire underneath you. “You taste divine, my love.” You say before letting go of her hands, positioning yourself in between her legs. Reaching your tongue out, you lick from her clit down to her entrance, letting the tip of your tongue slip inside her. Her hands desperately grab for your hair, pushing you further into her dripping core. “Patience darling.” You murmur, a smile pulling at your lips as you run your tongue back up to her clit. “Don’t test me Y/N.” Her voice is low, full of desire as she says this.

Wrapping your arms around her thighs, you grin, blowing a soft breath of air over her sensitive mound. “Y/N..” Both a warning and a moan, her grip tightens in your hair as she says this. Pressing your tongue over her clit, you begin to slowly trail around it in circles. “Y/N, I swear to fuck-.” Her threat is trailed into a moan as you push two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit her sweet spot. “Hm? What were you going to say darling?” A grin pulls at your lips as you begin to focus your attention on her clit, her free hand grasping at the blankets on the bed. “Fuck you.” She breathes, her head flying back onto the pillows as a loud moan escapes her. Your fingers still curling in and out of her dripping core, your tongue flicks over her clit, switching between sucking and licking. Your free hand gently presses down on her lower abdomen, feeling your fingers through her skin. Your name sounds like heaven as it falls off her lips in a breathy moan. Flicking your tongue over her clit, you begin writing out your name.

Her hips buck against your fingers as her legs start trembling. “Don’t stop.” She gasps, her hand in your hair pushes you further into her core. You grin as you continue to curl your fingers inside her, your tongue stimulating her sensitive mound. A loud gasp escapes her before a string of moans falls off her lips. Pleasure ripples through her body as she screams your name, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes fling shut as her thighs wrap around your head. Both of your chests heavily rise and fall which each breath as you give the inside of her thigh a gentle kiss. Bringing your fingers into your mouth, you lick up every last inch of her delicious secretion, moaning at the taste. Your lips trail up her body before gently placing themselves on her own swollen lips. Her arms wrap around you, pulling your bare skin closer against hers.

Unlike the dominating, rough kisses you’d earlier exchanged, this one was soft, sweet, loving. Your legs tangle with each other as your lips tenderly brush over hers. Breaking away, you marvel in her beauty. Her gorgeous blue eyes stare into yours, her once neat hair is now messy and falling out of her usual updo, her soft pale skin marked with your love. She looks more beautiful than ever. “You look absolutely stunning, my love.” She whispers, her eyes full of adoration for you. Tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ears, you place a tender kiss to her lips. “You, mi corazon, always do.” Letting yourself roll off her, you wrap your arms around her exposed figure.

You love being in her arms, it always makes you feel so safe and loved. The warmth of her soft skin, the tender kisses placed on each other's foreheads, the silence saying a thousand words. You would gladly spend the rest of your life like this, wrapped up in a blanket of her.

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#larissa weems #larissa x reader #principal weems #nevermore #forbidden love #forbidden romance #woman x woman #gwendoline christie

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