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[ceejaykayess]

SMTV:V Vengeance Route Minor Late Game Spoilers (and some minor Creation True Neutral spoilers)

I've been playing SMTV:V for the last month and finally got to put it down yesterday finishing all six routes after initially only wanting to do the True Neutral ending then grab both (or just one depending on how satisfied I felt) Vengeance endings. I liked it enough that I'm honestly kinda sick of it.

But a certain series of conversations in Taito with a certain character pushed me to make a post to push out a message to the sea of souls.

To start, let's bring up the original release of SMTV in 2021. Now, while plenty of people praised the gameplay, the game's story was near universally reviled, or at best ignored. The biggest symptom of this was the lacking, if not outright shitty, characterisation of our cast. The player was, ultimately, left with no real reason to care about any of these chumps on a personal basis outside of maybe Tao and Aogami (and Ichiro, but his shit went wack super hard so it kinda evened out), and could only really care about them in terms of what they think the game wanted from them. Comparatively, the demons in the game got much more of a spotlight, being almost entirely who you got sidequests from, as well as who you interact with the most, not even in a gameplay sense but in a cutscene one too. Bumping into Fionn over the course of the story was cool, and him eventually accepting you as his king was a nice conclusion. Amanozako, annoying she may be, turned out to, at least conceptually, be pretty interesting in her relationship to the protagonist. Plenty of the demons you met had strong personalities that, when combined with their gameplay styles, left a strong impression on the player, and made them more important to (You) as a person than the "main characters".

So, along comes the True Neutral ending of the game, the closest to a "definitive" ending in terms of gameplay experience, with the secret final boss showing off his chops as probably the hardest non-superboss. And in this ending, you... create a world for humanity alone. Which means you... get rid of all of the gods and demons plaguing your world, made more or less certain by absorbing the secret final boss' Knowledge. The gods and demons you've spent upwards of 50 hours running around for, fighting with, fusing, studying, refining, even just watching.

Even your partner, Aogami, who's the only reason you're still alive.

And people were... not exactly hot on it. Generally people thought all the endings weren't great, and none of them actually felt like they fit their supposed alignment, with Neutral and Chaos seeming mixed in their placement and Law being the most tame it's ever been since the franchise's inception, if the wiki didn't lie to me. Made for great angsty fanfiction at least, but... not exactly a lot to go around.

Now, this brings me to the alignment rep for Neutrality, Shohei Yakumo, and his Life, Nuwa. Nuwa herself wasn't too much of a character, as much as she was a couple pretty good lines and an attempted line of communication between you and Yakumo. Yakumo is the real star of the show here, and... what a star he was.

I don't think anybody liked this guy. Hell, I'm not sure anyone likes this guy even after Vengeance's addendums. He shows up, starts shit, accomplished nothing we actually see or that actually matters, then dies. In the Neutral routes, he dies to fucking Ichiro and Abdiel, like fuck off. His plan, with Nuwa, is to destroy the Throne of Creation, which will make it impossible for a new God to remake the world or rule over humanity (in this way at least, allegedly, but no secret final boss so maybe actually). When we attempt it, we get the Neutral ending, generally accepted as the worst ending, and even to me actively read like the bad ending to the story. The protagonist even has the same evil little smile on his face as when he uses Profaned Land.

Of course, when you fulfill certain conditions (read: have certain fusion recipes visibly unlocked in the World of Shadows) Nuwa will stroll up to you at some point and tell you that the original plan was to make a world for humanity alone, but that they didn't go with it for... some reason. That's the True Neutral ending. Out of universe, a boggling decision to make, and in-universe, one that actively tears at out protagonist's heart.

This leads me to the point of the post: In Vengeance route, we are given, implicitly, the reason why Yakumo and Nuwa did not approach the Throne with the idea of using it to make a world just for humans. It is because, in spite of Yakumo being the victims of demons, his parents slaughtered by a man whose will was weak enough to be possessed by them and resenting demons, as a teenager demons were the only friends he really had. Between him and a fellow in Jouin that tells us about his files, we know he often spoke with things nobody else saw and called them his friends, said that he was never really alone. He is described actively as a contradiction. Demons took everything from him. Demons were all he had. He hates demons. He loves demons. He wants to create a world without demons. He can't bring himself to follow through on that ideal and settles for a much shittier compromise: ultimately keeping the status quo and making sure nobody can really change it. Neutral is the bad end; it's the White Ending of SMTV.

But, don't you think all of that sounds a little familiar? Lost things precious to him because of demons, yet in a sense has demons as his closest companions. Wanting to make a world for humanity alone, yet crushed by the weight of erasing those he holds dear. A contradictory person, when you look at him all up.

Hey wait, that's just our protagonist.

That's right, I think they accidentally made Yakumo a strong mirror to the protagonist, as reflected metatextually by the True Neutral route. It is in this way, then, that I find it striking that the Vengeance route, the one praised for making the characters actual characters, and where you can actually say the MC became friends with his classmates and alignment reps, is the route where you can't choose to abandon demons. (Saying that, I have seen some people compare Vengeance Law to True Neutral in removing all demons, I'm not sure about that actually but I dunno) Instead, it's in the Creation route, where you don't make particularly deep bonds at all with your fellow humans, where demons are those most important, most interesting to you, that you can choose to destroy them.

And all of that made me think of Yakumo as incredibly interesting, actually. Nuwa said, in the diverging cutscene between Neutral and True Neutral, that maybe we could do what they (Nuwa and Yakumo) couldn't. In 2021, that would be read as finishing the fight they lost. But now, it reads like this: "You and Yakumo are incredibly similar people. But Yakumo can't pull the trigger on his ideals. I know you can, though. You won't betray yourself." Which is wild to say to a 17 year old God who probably has a history of flip-flopping on who he thinks is right at any given moment, but hey.

[taeyongdoyoung]

good for you

summary: your boyfriend is literally perfect and treats you like a princess but you want him to completely lose control 😇 pairing: mingyu x reader genre: smut, tooth-rotting fluff warnings: established relationship, home intruder roleplay, consensual somnophilia, safeword exists but isn't used, rough sex, no lube, no protection, neck biting, size kink (no one is surprised), titty slapping, sir kink, spanking, praise+degradation, slight dumbification, subspace, pet names, shy dom gyu, crying, mentions of pee (non-sexual context), aftercare!!! word count: 1.7k

You and Mingyu have not been together for long but from what you know so far he’s the sweetest guy you’ve ever dated. He treats you like a princess, brings you flowers or chocolates with or without occasion, drives you around everywhere, gets stuff from the top shelf for you and is basically the kindest soul to ever step on this Earth. You are, of course, beyond grateful for that, and do your best to show him how much you appreciate him every chance you get.

However, a little demon inside your brain kind of wants him to not treat you as if you are made of glass all the time. While the sex is great and Mingyu makes sure that you reach an orgasm, you can’t help but fantasize about him going rough on you. Even when his friends tease (bully) him, he almost never uses his height and strength to his advantage, instead accepting everything with a good-natured smile.

But you would be lying if you said that the idea of him just snapping doesn’t excite you. Nevertheless, you are not sure how to bring this up to him. You don’t want to sound ungrateful or for him to feel insecure about his abilities because he’s perfect the way he is. It’s your filthy brain that needs fixing. Still, you decide that honesty is the key to a healthy relationship and you gather all your courage to approach him about this.

“Hey, Mingyu, can we talk about something?” you ask one evening after you two have finished having dinner.

His eyes are immediately filled with worry. Judging by the tone of your voice, this is something serious. So far, your relationship has been lighthearted and devoid of any problems. Mingyu thinks that it’s going great but apparently he’s been fooling himself.

“What’s wrong?” he wants to know. “You’re not breaking up with me, right?”

“What?! Of course not! Do you want to break up with me?” you panic.

“No, no, please,” Mingyu shakes his head fervently.

“Good, good,” you exhale in relief.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

“Um, it’s kinda embarrassing but I don’t want to keep any secrets from you.”

“Secrets?” Mingyu blinks in curiosity.

“Yeah…You know how you’re always super gentle with me, both outside and inside the bedroom?”

“Uh, sure? What about it?”

“Can you consider…not doing that all the time?”

“In what sense?” Mingyu raises his eyebrows in confusion.

“In the sense that…can you fuck me harder without holding yourself back? You’re not gonna break me, I promise.”

“Oh…” he finally realizes what you’re getting at. Because he doesn’t say anything rightaway, you hurry to explain.

“Not that I don’t like how sweet and patient you are with me! It’s more than amazing, I just thought that…maybe it’d be fun to try something new. If it’s not your thing, forget I mentioned it, I’m so-��

“It’s not that it doesn’t sound appealing. But I’m afraid that if I’m not holding myself back, I’ll end up hurting you,” Mingyu confesses, surprising you.

You reach your hand out across the table to hold his comfortingly.

“You won’t. I know how caring you are, Mingyu. Which is why I would trust you with something like this. Okay?”

“Okay,” he nods. “Did you have a particular scenario in mind or do you want me to surprise you?”

“Surprise me.”

Mingyu smirks sinisterly. Oh God. What kind of demon have you unleashed?

🎀🎀🎀

A few days later, you receive a text from Mingyu while you’re walking home.

Mingyu: Busy tonight?

You: All yours

Mingyu: Unlock your door at exactly 10pm and wait for me in your bed. If I’m not there by 10:30, lock it again, alright?

You: Yes, sir 🛐

Mingyu: That’s my good girl.

Fucking hell. Your heart flutters upon reading these words. He’s called you that before but in this context, it thrills you even more than usual.

Mingyu: Safeword is butterfly. Use it if something is too much, if you’re in pain or for any other reason that brings you discomfort, okay?

You: I’m gonna need a safeword?!?!

Mingyu: I hope it doesn’t come to that but just in case. See you in a couple of hours, baby.

You’re too excited for tonight. You take a long shower. You wear your prettiest lingerie and make your room as cozy as possible. Not that it matters. You spray perfume over your neck and wrists. You put on some lipbalm and mascara. You want to look good for him. But the truth is, you had an exhausting week and already feel sleepy. You unlock the door at 10pm, climb into your bed and…

Somehow you fall asleep. You feel disoriented as your consciousness is slowly returning to you. You feel too hot, too weak and too full. Fuck. What’s going on? You don’t dare to open your eyes for fear of ruining the sweeter than sleep reality.

“Dumb baby couldn’t wait for me and fell asleep all by herself?” Mingyu’s deep voice coos in your ear.

In your half-awake state you feel your boyfriend’s cock thrusting deep inside of you, taking you rougher than ever before. Well, you asked for it.

“So cute and helpless, leaving the door unlocked for anyone to enter and use you like a whore,” Mingyu murmurs.

He rubs your clit vigorously while still fucking into you, making you wetter than ever before.

“Nnghh,” you whimper drowsily.

“Shhh, baby, go back to sleep,” Mingyu whispers. “I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to think about anything.”

He squeezes your boobs, leaning down to bite your neck like a hungry wolf. And here, you thought your boyfriend was just a cute puppy.

“S-so big,” you cry out pitifully.

“You can take it, slut,” Mingyu says confidently.

You don’t offer a verbal response but your body speaks for itself. Mingyu is almost splitting you in two but your pussy is swallowing him up greedily.

“H-harder, p-please,” your mouth seems to have a mind of its own because it speaks against any common sense.

Mingyu slaps your tits, a little hesitant at first.

It stings but it’s such a sweet hurt you’re already addicted to it.

“Like this?” he asks, making sure it’s okay.

“M-more,” you beg, forgetting all inhibitions. “Use me.”

He does it a couple of more times, while still fucking you roughly. His dick is so enormous that you’re certain you’ll be sore tomorrow but it will be more than worth it. You lose count of how many times you’ve come around his cock. Sliding out and flipping you on your belly, he takes you from behind, too, spanking your ass and gripping your hair.

“Such a good girl, just for me, right? No one else gets to see you like this, yeah?” Mingyu’s words come out rushed, almost in trance.

“All yours, sir,” you promise.

Mingyu seems satisfied with your answer because he spills his seed inside of you seconds after. You follow his lead and eventually, your knees give out, your mind goes blank and you collapse on the bed.

“Baby?” Mingyu checks up on you worriedly.

You are not capable of responding, brain barely functioning anymore. He moves you gently to see your face. Your eyes are open but unblinking, which scares the shit out of him.

“Come back to me, my sweetheart, please,” Mingyu cries out, hugging you tightly.

A couple of moments later, you still don’t remember your own name but something more important to you leaves your lips:

“Mingyu?” you whisper cautiously.

“Oh, angel,” Mingyu sighs. “I’m right here.”

Then, you suddenly burst into tears. Overwhelmed by how good he made you feel and how much he cares about you, your emotions fully take over.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?” Mingyu positions you so that you are sitting on his knee and rocks you gently back and forth.

“N-no,” you shake your head. “I’m s-so happy.”

“You poor thing,” Mingyu chuckles softly. “Can’t believe you worked so hard to doll yourself up and make the room smell nice. You knew I was gonna ruin your lingerie anyway, didn’t you?”

“I just wanted to look good for you,” you admit with a pout.

“You always do. My best girl,” Mingyu kisses you sweetly and wraps you in his warm embrace, lulling you back to sleep.

🎀🎀🎀

The next morning, you wake up to the feeling of wanting to pee so badly. You manage to climb out of bed but barely make one step and trip on the ground. Uh oh. You got fucked so good you literally can’t walk.

Awakened by the loud thud, Mingyu is by your side in no time.

“What happened?”

“You happened,” you reply truthfully, but you don’t blame him because you brought this upon yourself.

“Oh…” Mingyu understands what you mean. “Did you want to use the toilet?”

“Uh, yeah. Gosh, this is so mortifying.”

You cover your face with your hands.

“I was literally deep inside of you a few hours ago, get over yourself,” Mingyu laughs and lifts you up effortlessly, carrying you to the bathroom.

“Are you gonna stare at me?!” you ask in embarrassment.

“Might as well,” he laughs but gives you some privacy, even though there is no need to be shy after all the things you’ve done together.

After that, he insists on doing everything for you. You tell him you are perfectly capable of brushing your own teeth but nope, Mingyu wants to do that, as well. And honestly? It feels too good to reject.

He even makes breakfast and brings it to bed so you can share it together. As you take the first bite and drink the first sip of coffee for the morning, the feelings come crashing once again. And you start crying even harder than last night.

“Oh, baby, what is it?” Mingyu wants to know, as he brushes your hair behind your ear and wipes your tears.

“N-nothing, you’re just so amazing and kind I feel extremely touched.”

“You do realize this is literally the bare minimum, right?” Mingyu seems shocked. He just made pancakes. It’s not some heroic act, in his humble opinion.

“It’s so rare to find a lovely guy like you, though,” you admit.

“Well, my good girl deserves only the best,” he smiles shyly and kisses your cheek.

You wrap your arms around his neck, grinning wider than ever before.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll want to be good for you forever.”

“I’m counting on it.”

The End

[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Chapter 1. - Chapter 2. - Chapter 3

Chapter 4. - Chapter 5. - Chapter 6

Chapter 7. - Chapter 8. - Chapter 9

Chapter 10. - Chapter 11. - Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Word Count: 1392

Chapter 13

Your screams echoed across the clearing as you all turned to face the grave, wondering if perhaps something went wrong and a zombie Sharon was about to come for revenge.

A second hand appeared, and slowly, someone crawled their way out of the grave.

By instinct alone, Alice moved and hugged Lilia close. At the same time, Jen grabbed Teen's upper arm.

To your surprise, momentarily, for you were too focused on the crawling from the grave person; Agatha spread her hands and pushed both you and Teen behind.

A funny concept, considering you were the only one with true powers to protect the coven.

At last, after that felt like an eternity for everyone; this mysterious person managed to crawl fully out.

Getting up slowly, mud and dead lives stuck to their skin, but quickly, everyone got a good glimpse of a face.

A woman with both an attractive but also dangerous looks pushed her hair out of her face, going as far as to blow a sticky muddy strand away from her pink lips.

"Heard you guys were having a party." The woman said.

You could not help but end up staring in surprise, not because of the dramatic entrance but rather... because that person was familiar to you.

As memories were unlocked in your mind, you almost missed the moment where this newcomer extended her hand and offered a flower to Agatha.

"Surprise. My lady." She said, doing her best to sound mannered.

To the surprise of the coven, Agatha started to scream from frustration, and she even tried to claw at the new Witch.

Thankfully, Jen and Alice grabbed and held her back.

"We just summoned her."

"We need her."

In the end, Agatha freed herself from their grasp and merely started to walk down the road; leaving you all behind.

Teen was the first to rush after her, remembering the witch from the time she attacked Agatha, and he was locked in the closet.

The woman looked at all of four of you, her dark eyes resting on your tense form a little longer.

"What's up? I'm Rio." She introduced herself, not even commenting on the fact that she crawled out of a grave.

You watched as she cracked her neck once.

"So, you're a Green Witch?" Jen dared to ask, having gotten over the first shock.

"Um... Less "a" Green Witch... more" Rio suddenly changed her voice in a demonic one. "The" Green Witch." And just like that, she continued like normal. "We're supposed to walk this thing, right?"

Alice, Lilia and Jen almost jumped back at the sudden voice change; with the potions witch almost hiding behind you at the unexpected change.

You were the only one that did not react to the trick, your body tense, and your gaze locked on Rio; yet uttering no word.

You could only watch as Rio started to do a little skip walk as she followed after Agatha and Teen, already lost in her own little world.

"So, what do we think? Can we trust her?" Jen asked and looked at the witches left behind with her.

"We know nothing about her." Alice argued, earning a nod from Lilia.

"We know Agatha hates her. I'd say that goes in the pro column." Jen chuckled on her own. "Honestly, I don't know how to feel. Do I hate her? Or do I want her phone number?"

Alice nodded. "Same."

"Right?"

You let out a frustrated sigh, surprising your fellow witches and started to walk after Rio; confusing them and leaving them behind to exchange looks of uncertainty.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Unlike before, you did not all walk together.

Agatha was leading, and this time, Rio seemed to be close by. More than once, you would see her trying to annoy Agatha by entering her personal space or sending her different looks, only frustrating your lover even more.

Teen followed close behind while Jen, Lilia, Alice, and you had kept distance and followed last; making sure not to lose the others.

All this time, you had been quiet, silently glaring and narrowing your eyes at Rio; who seemed to have sense it cause you swore you caught her smirking from time to time.

You knew Rio, not as well as Agatha, but you had met before; a couple of times, spend time together as well. You did not mind that she was present but rather... the fact that she was trying to be close to Agatha.

You dug up your mind, trying to remember any memories of Agatha mentioning her, but you found none. That did not mean you did not suspect why it was never brought up.

Something deep within your guts was clawing to come out, Rio's presence agitating your magic and making it react. It was always like that, since your very first meeting but now you could not help and wonder...

Was this just because of Rio's questionable 'nature' or were you simply jealous.

It was evident that Rio and Agatha shared a past and the tension between them was not common. You were not stupid, you could see it but you still hated it.

Ironic because you had often talked to yourself about it, knowing Agatha could be with anyone the times she was away; having no need to be loyal to you.

After all, it was never clarified between the two of you what kind of relationship you had. Simple lovers? Something more?

You wondered that yourself.

Someone cleared their throat by your side and you glanced at them, realizing it was Jen who was suddenly walking little too close to you.

"So..." she started. "You went down the road before, with Agatha"

"I did" you replied, staring daggers at the two witches ahead.

"That means you know Agatha, I mean... more than us, me... you got the point. " she tried to save it, yet the message was clear to you.

"I do..." You answered, repeating the same two words again. You could feel she wished to know more, and you could feel the others looking at you, equally curious. "Almost all my life," you sighed. "We went down the Road the first time, eventually our paths separated shortly after"

You chose not to tell of the fact that the two of you had met countless times over the centuries, of how it was common for Agatha to just show up to your doorstep and you would always let her in.

You did not say of any of the other adventures you two had, even before the Road. You did not say of the sweet moments you two shared, igniting all sparkles and releasing your Darkest and most sinful desires with one another; having no shame of your preferences.

"Was she always... you know... this?" Alice asked next, preventing you from getting lost down the memory lane.

You allowed your gaze towards Agatha, who, based on the stiffness of her shoulders; was not enjoying this.

"Sort of... sometimes" you replied vaguely, unsure how much you wished to expose to the others; when you didn't even know them.

"Then why did you join the road?"

It was evident that Alice was using her police training, connecting dots, and asking the right questions.

If you were on the road before and you had no true "attachment" to Agatha, why risk your life once again? Why join this death-filled path when you clearly must have gained something since you made it to the end the first time.

You took longer to reply, and she picked it up.

"Unfinished business, that's all I will say." Without another word, you increased your pace and made it clear to the others that you would not be discussing anything else.

They simply watched you go, exchanging looks and trying to decide what they thought of you.

They did not know your name, your powers, or even affinity. They didn't know your true reasons, and honestly, your switching personality did not help much either.

Unbeknown to them, the next trials would give them all the answers they needed. If they were brave enough to face them.

Chapter 14

[fandoms-x-reader]

Attention Grabber

Requested By: @anxious-chick

Word Count: 978

You let out a loud sigh as you stretched your arms above your head, releasing all the tension that was held in your back. You rolled your shoulders back before looking at the work that was in front of you once more.

You had just finished writing an essay on the history of the Devildom. It took you multiple hours, but you were finally done. Now, all you had to do was proofread it and check for grammatical errors…I’ll do that tomorrow.

You gently closed your books, placing them back in your bag. You had been studying so hard lately, making sure to keep up appearances by getting good grades. You wouldn’t want to embarrass Lucifer.

Unfortunately, studying meant that you had to lock the demon brothers out of your room for the time being. You were one hundred percent positive that if you didn’t then they would have been in your room the whole time either arguing or trying to get you to leave and do something with them.

You braced yourself as you unlocked the door, expecting them to be on the other side, ready to enter your bedroom the second the lock unclicked.

A small wave of relief washed over you when no one entered. You loved spending time with the brothers, but you were exhausted and all you wanted to do was lie down on your bed. Which is exactly what you did next.

You flopped down on your stomach, pulling out your D.D.D. You started scrolling through Devilgram, getting lost in the posts. You were so distracted, you didn’t even hear when the door to your bedroom opened.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you’re finally done studying. We have an emergency on our hands!” Asmo stated, entering your room in a frantic state. His eyes were wide and his hair was slightly disheveled to sell the performance, but a frown fell on his lips when he saw that you weren’t paying attention to him.

“Y/N!” Asmo reiterated, waving his hands to try and get your attention. But, nothing. Were you deaf or something? 

No, you were just really good at not being bothered by the brothers. There are too many shenanigans for one human to be able to pay attention to them all. So, when you simply weren’t in the mood you toned them out and focused on your own thing whether that be a book or your D.D.D.

When you did this, usually the demon who was trying to get your attention would move to physical touches. Pulling on your legs or arms, poking you in the cheek, etc. Really anything they could do to make you focus on them.

But, Asmo was not in the mood to play this game. He was having a serious emergency! He had been invited to an upper class event and he needed your help finding the perfect outfit. He was running out of time and you had the audacity to ignore him? Unacceptable.

Smack.

Your eyes widened in shock as Asmo’s open hand made contact with your ass. A blush immediately rose to your cheeks as you spun around in your bed and sat up, facing Asmo. Your D.D.D. getting lost in the commotion.

“A-Asmo, did you just…?” you began to ask only to blush even harder as you trailed off, unable to finish your question. “Yes, now that I have your attention. I need your help!” Asmo replied, completely unbothered by his actions.

“But, you just…” Asmo was now in front of you gently cupping your cheeks and guiding you to look up at him. “Hun, you need to focus or I’m going to have to spank you again,” Asmo told you, his eyes lighting up at the idea.

You quickly moved out of his grasp, flustered. “Okay, let’s go,” you told him, stumbling to get to your feet and get out of the room.

Your cheeks were bright red and you had a hard time looking at Asmo. You turned your attention to helping him find an outfit so that he could go to the event and leave you to go back to your room.

Asmo wore a smirk the entire time, knowing how flustered you were. He was enjoying it. He thought you looked adorable when you were blushing and acting nervous around him. 

After some time, you finally found an outfit for him. He looked great. “That’s the one,” you told him, hoping you could now retreat back to your room. But, he stopped you, gently grabbing your wrist with his hand.

You looked up into his amber eyes as his lips curled into a small smile. He wasn’t moving, he was just looking at you, letting the tension build. It was as if he was still deciding what his next move would be. Your heart was racing but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

He finally leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, leaving a lipstick stain behind. “Thank you for helping me,” he told you genuinely, letting go of your wrist. He then moved out of your way so you could go back to your room, but as you were leaving he called out, “Don’t ever ignore me again, hun. Next time I won’t be so gentle.”

You were now desperate to get back to your room before any of the other brothers saw you. You couldn’t let them see how flustered you were right now. You closed the door immediately and went back to your bed to calm yourself down.

You made you sure to sit this time though, to prevent Asmo from another attack. Now that you were finally alone, you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

Only the Avatar of Lust would have the confidence to get your attention by smacking your ass.

[cobaltperun]

Vada Cavell x fem!reader

It's after the school incident, that R gets into the bad stuff and uses weed, etc. So they had a little distance going on. Vada is a good friend of hers, and she's really worried about her. One day in R's house/room they argue about her using drugs or whatever. They both have feelings for each other but are unknown.

The prompt(s):

“Since when did you ever care about me?!” “Since fucking forever, you idiotic dunce!"

The scene goes on, then....

“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?” 

With a happy ending?

I Can't Lose You

Vada Cavell x female Reader (Request)

Masterlist

A/N: And so, I have a Vada story now, I am still sorry I never managed to write a long story for her. Anyway, you know the movie, you know the topic. Sensitive topic, proceed with caution. Anyway, thank you Anon! This was a lovely request!

Word count: 1.5k

You shouldn’t have done it, you shouldn’t have left accepted Vada’s incessant invitations to meet up, yet here you were, in what was once your favorite bakery, eating puff pastry filled with cherry and vanilla, and you hated it. Everything you used to love was now ruined, just reminding you of how things used to be. You used to love your life, and then you heard the gunshots, you saw it, you watched people die, and nothing felt the same since.

Not even the drugs helped. You tried, anything you could get your hands on, well, mostly weed, but all it did was make you feel number. Disconnected from the world you came to despise.

And then there was the girl in front of you. Aimlessly pushing the ice cream she got around with her spoon. She was fighting her own demons and yet still wanted to see you, to make sure you were fine.

“You’re staring, weirdo,” you saw she was trying to joke around, to lighten up the mood, but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Sorry,” but you didn’t take the bait, you didn’t go for your usual response. ‘You looked at me as well,’ you’d tell her, all smug and teasing and you’d playfully argue much to Nick’s amusement. You’d argue and laugh about it, not a single worry on your mind.

You fell silent, both you and Vada, you could see her trying to start a conversation, opening her mouth only to change her mind before she could utter a single sound. Eventually, after half an hour of getting nowhere you placed enough money for both of you on the table and pushed your body up. You used to be so full of energy, and now you had to physically push against the table to force your body to move. “This is pointless, I’m sorry,” you told her and walked out, frowning when you heard her running after you.

“Y/N, wait!” she caught up to you, but you wouldn’t stop, you just walked toward your home, it was only a few minutes away from the bakery anyway. If she finally figured out what she wanted to talk about then you could at least have that conversation in the privacy of your room.

You should contact your dealer, you ran out of weed last night.

“What’s the point of this, Vada?” you asked, sluggishly unlocking your house and letting Vada inside. “If you wanted to talk you could have done so at the bakery.”

“I got nervous, okay?” she rubbed her palms together as she followed you upstairs to your room.

“It’s a mess, just so you know,” you didn’t bother to clean it up. There were bottles on the floor, some clean clothes you couldn’t be bothered to fold lying on a pile on one side of your unmade bed. Barely eaten breakfast on your table and to top it all off, there was some trash on the floor as well, it would have been much worse if your parents didn’t make you clean it up.

“Don’t care, I just want to talk to you,” Vada persisted as you dropped down on your bed.

“Go on then,” you just stared at the ceiling, looking at Vada just reminded you of how you felt for her. You fell in love with the girl currently sitting at your table, you just never told her, content with being her best friend.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” the tone of her voice irked you. As if she didn’t get high at school of all places, as if she didn’t get high with Mia after the shooting.

“You’ve done the same thing,” you pointed out, colder than you intended and you saw her looking down.

“Not like this,” she muttered so quietly you barely heard her.

“Excuse me?” you sat up and turned to her.

“You are high almost all the time, you aren’t taking care of yourself, you are ruining your life. You aren’t ready, but you aren’t even trying to work toward that,” she accused you and if it was anyone else you already would have kicked them out.

But you couldn’t contain all of your anger. A foolish, ridiculous accusation fell from your lips. “Since when did you ever care about me?!” you demanded, knowing that she cared about you so fiercely, so strongly it was almost frightening.

“Since fucking forever, you idiotic dunce!” she yelled, getting up and closing the distance between you.

“Well stop! Because we can die at any moment, at a whim of a lunatic! And I don’t want to lose anyone!” you got lucky, you didn’t lose anyone truly close to you, and you were sure your luck ran out. Either you’d lose someone you loved, or they’d lose you, that was the thought consuming your mind.

“I can’t stop! You don’t want to lose anyone? Well, I can’t lose you, you asshole!” tears streamed down her face as she grabbed your shirt and leaned forward, pressing her forehead against you to hide her tears.

“Vada, we’re,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, you thought you’d feel empty, yet the emotions threatened to consume you entirely. “We’re just friends, you can replace me.”

Vada pulled away from you, her eyes wide and filled with horror. “W-What did you just say?” she muttered, her voice cracking.

“You heard me, there’s no need to repeat it,” you turned away from her, approaching the window as she stood there. “Move on, there’s nothing holding you tied to me,” it hurt to say it, it hurt knowing these words were causing her pain as well.

“Nothing?” she repeated, mockingly.

“Nothing,” you shrugged.

Vada let out a humorless chuckle. “Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.”

Your eyes widened at that. Your heart began beating faster, your mind felt like it froze and got to a boiling point at the same time. “You… What?” you turned around, your legs nearly buckling at the gravity of her words.

“I’m in love with you,” Vada said shakily, standing her ground, likely knowing what she was saying might as well be the only thing that could pull you out of your stupor. “So, there is something holding me tied to you, something that makes you irreplaceable.”

“Vada, I… Oh, fuck,” you leaned back, hoping the window behind you would anchor you. You were glad you weren’t high right now. “I can’t do shit about it either,” you buried your face in your hands, finally crying, finally doing the one thing you were unable to do since the incident. “I’m in love with you, and I’m frightened!” you heard her gasp, but she didn’t say anything, she just let you let it all out. “That we’ll get closer, that we’ll be together and then just when we relax one of us will disappear, leaving the other to grieve and suffer!”

And no one could promise you it wouldn’t happen. You were still kids, but you understood just how fleeting life was. And you flinched when she lowered your hands and kissed you on the cheek. “I’m frightened too, but I need you back in my life. Please? Try for me?” she requested and you grabbed onto her, pulling her into a tight hug as you both crumbled to the floor, crying and clinging to one another.

“Step by step,” you decided, shaking slightly as you made the choice to try and get your life back together, for Vada, for you, for the two of you.

~X~

A year later the struggle continued, but she stepped into your room, once more clean and tidy like it used to be before the incident. And she found you working on your homework. You ended up having to repeat a year with how absent you were, but things were looking up. And Vada would postpone going to college for a year, so you could catch up to her.

“Hey,” you smiled at her and pulled out the chair next to yours. “Give me ten more minutes,” neither of you would ever be free from what happened, but you were trying to move past it. You certainly weren’t the shell of your former self you were when you met up a year ago.

“Of course,” she leaned against your shoulder and watched as you answered the questions.

“I was thinking,” you began and then cleared your throat. “Would you like to go out with me?” you asked as you looked Vada in the eyes.

“I would love that,” she said. You didn’t get together that day, or even in the previous year, you were adamant on first getting your life together, since you messed it up more than Vada did. And now you felt ready to ask her out. And you both knew exactly how the other felt.

So, without a hint of hesitation, and doing what she wanted to do for years, she leaned closer to you and slowly pressed her lips against yours. A small, soft kiss, indicating the start of your relationship.

[samandcolbyownme]

We need more demon!Colby or vampire!Sam 👀

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, demon!colby, talk of death/dying, kind of a dark aesthetic, talk of demons, angels, etc. demonic attachment?, compulsion, mentions of police, kissing, hair pulling, choking, biting, scratching, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), filth - please read with care 🖤

With the way I wrote it, the reader is hinted at being bisexual - if you have an issue with that, please just move on. No hate or rude comments will be tolerated,

Word Count: 5.4k | Unedited

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You walked into your apartment, saddened by yet another break up.

You never had issues with dating before. You never had any issues keeping anyone’s attention. But, for the last few months, you’ve been noticing a trend.

You meet a guy, or girl, and it’s going well for the first few days, sometime a few weeks, and then you’re back to square one because you felt like you needed to break things off, or they just said it wasn’t going to work out.

There’s never any clear reasoning either. It’s always the, it’s not you it’s me, I promise, and then you both go your separate ways.

You made your way to your bed, ripping the covers forward so you can climb in and pull them up over your body.

You sniffle, allowing the thoughts to take over completely.

Am I boring? Why does this keep happening? Am I annoying? Do I talk too much? Bad breath? Did I say the wrong thing? Am I not pretty enough? What’s wrong with me?

You let out a sigh, begging for the thoughts to just shut up, and eventually they do, you start to feel more relaxed, and eventually you fall asleep.

—

Colby stood over the woman’s sleeping body for hours, keeping her dreams on the happy side as he manipulates himself into it. He tilts his head, watching you as a small smile spreads across your closed lips.

“Just relax, my love. You’re going to be fine.”

Your phone buzzing in your sweatshirt pocket wakes you up. It takes a few seconds to register what’s happening as you roll over and rub your eyes, but eventually you pull your phone out, “Hello?”

“Where are you right now?” Your closest friend, Brooke, practically yells into the phone, “Are you home?”

You keep your eyes closed, still half a sleep as you mumble, “M’home. Sleeping.”

“Do you have someone there with you?”

Your eyes snap open and you sit up, “What did you just say?” You reach over, turning your bedside lamp on and you look around as she speaks, “I’m going to take that as a no, so just stay where you are. I’m on my way up, I’m going to call the police.”

She hangs up before you can say anything else and you’re left in silence, your heart racing faster at the thought of someone being in your apartment without your knowledge.

A few minutes later, your phone lights up and you instantly answer, “What did they say?”

“They’re sending a unit over, probably a few minutes. I’m unlocking your door now.”

You kick the blankets off, walking over to your door. You look out, watching as Brooke makes her way through and you hang up, “What exactly did you see?”

“Okay, so you know how you can see the parking lot from your bedroom window?”

You nod and she raises her brows, “Well I pulled in, and I seen like this shadow figure behind your curtain, and it was a lot bigger than you would be if you stood there. By the time I went to get a picture or a video, it was gone.”

“How many times did you call me?” You pull your phone up, going to the call log, “I woke up on the third call, but you’d think I’d wake up? I’m a light sleeper.”

“No I know, which is why this is so fucking weird.” She sighs, jumping when there’s a knock on the door, “Police.”

You sigh, “Okay, we’ll just let them do a sweep.” You walk over, opening the door to reveal two officers. The blonde one nods, “We’re here about a possible break in? I’m officer Golbach and this is Officer Webber.”

“Yes, I called. I’m Brooke, this is y/n.”

They walk in and Golbach turns towards you while Webber walks around the space, “What exactly happened?”

“We had plans for a dinner and movie night, so I come over and when I looked up at her apartment, because you can see it from the parking lot, I seen this tall, probably, almost six foot figure in the window.”

“What time was that?” Golbach asks, “Did, ah, it move or anything? Walk away, turn? Anything?” He adds as he writes down what Brooke is saying, “Probably about Seven, seven thirty? And No.” She shakes her head, “It was just standing there still, and when I went to take a picture. It was gone.”

“You’re the one who lives here correct?” He points to you and you nod, “Yes, I do.”

“Okay, and what were you doing while all of this took place?” Golbach asks and Webber comes out of your spare room, “It’s clear. No sign of forced entry on any of the windows by the fire escape.”

“I was asleep.” You state, “I woke up to my phone buzzing in my hoodie pocket.”

“Okay.” He nods and continues jotting stuff down, “Are you a light sleeper?”

You nod, “Yeah, you can ask Brooke. I wake up with the slightest noises. I hate it.” You look over at her, “Did you look at the right window?”

“Did I look- yeah, I know which windows are yours, y/n.” She sighs, “Also, how in the hell are you so calm right now!?”

You didn’t realize it, but you were way calmer than anyone else would probably be in a situation like this, especially with it being your apartment.

But it is weird because you would normally freak out just thinking about something like this happening.

“I don’t know.” You shrug, “I’ve had a day, okay. I-I just got broken up with for no reason, again. I came home after sitting in the parking lot of the convenience store down the street for an hour eating ice cream, and then I came home and went right to sleep.”

You were blowing off steam, and Brooke knew that.

“It doesn’t sound like it, but I have to ask. You don’t think this person should broke up with you would come here, do you?” Golbach raises his brows as you sigh, “No. They seem to not want anything to do with me, so.”

You see Brooke’s face fall, “Y/n.”

“Like I said, there’s no sign of forced entry. Did you lock your door when you got home?”

“It locks automatically each time it closes.”

Webber nods at your words, “You’re staying here tonight, right?” He looks to Brooke and she shrugs, “Do you think it’s safe to stay here, tonight?”

He nods, “I’ll go down and check the cameras in the office, but I’d say you two gal’s will be alright.” He makes his way over to the door, checking the lock, “You didn’t pass anyone on your way up or down the steps did you?”

Brooke shakes her head, “It was just me when I came up.”

“Okay.” Webber leaves and you look back to the blonde officer, “This is my card.” He hands you a white rectangle, “I’ll do a few drive-by’s tonight, I’m on the clock until six a.m., call if you need anything.”

You nod, “Thank you for coming. I appreciate it really.”

He nods, “Not a problem, now I just need a few more things from both of you, and the. We’ll be out of your hair.

You answer the questions, full name, social, date of birth, etc., same with Brooke.

By the time you’re finished, Webber comes back up, “Cameras were clear. There was no one on this floor, even after you got home.”

“Maybe you just got unlucky with a haunted apartment?” Brooke laughs slightly and you roll your eyes, “Yeah, just my fuckin’ luck.”

——

A while after the officers left, you were sitting on the couch, moving on to your third movie when you hear this light whisper.

You look over at Brooke, “Did you say something?”

She looks over at you, shaking her head, “No. I’ve been waiting the tv.” She points with her finger and you nod, “Oh, okay.”

“Why?”

You shake your head, “I thought you said something. It must be on the tv.” You check your phone, letting out a sigh, “I think I’m -“

“No. You’re not going to bed.”

“Why not?” You whine, “I’m tired.”

“No. You’re avoiding talking about what happened with Jace.” Brooke sits up, “I gave you time, now talk.”

You sit up, moving your blanket to cover your legs more, “He said, and I quote, it’s not you, I’m just not feeling like I need a relationship right now, end quote.”

Brooke nods, “And how does that make you feel?”

You laugh slightly, shaking your head. Your mood changes, “I don’t know what happened, Brooke.” You look over at her, “I never had this happen before. It’s like.. the universe is trying to keep me unhappy. Or something I don’t-“

She tilts her head, “I think you need to focus on yourself. Do you really need a boyfriend anyway?”

“It would be nice to not have to come home every night, alone. You at least have Liz, speaking of. Where is she?”

“She got stuck at work, they didn’t have enough people to cover third so she got mandated to stay.” She rolls her eyes, “But anyway. I think you need to take a little you time, focus on whatever it is that you need to focus on, and come back better than ever.”

You nod, chewing on your cheek. After a few minutes of nothing but the tv in the background, you take a deep breath, your voice quiet, “Maybe.. I’m just too fucking complicated for anyone to love.”

“No, y/n. That’s not true.” She moves closer, “not even close.” She turns towards you, “Probably unprofessional on his part, but you should go for officer Golbach.”

“No.” You shake your head, “Wait. Didn’t you just tell me to-“

“Shh, we’re starting over.” She laughs, “I seen the way he cared for you more than he would anyone else.”

“You don’t know that.” You shake your head, your stomach slowly turning at the thought of even thinking of the officer.

“I’m telling you.. fuck what I said before, give it one last try.” She leans in, “He’s an officer, y/n.”

You feel like you could puke, “Stop.”

“What? Does thinking about him ma-“ She stops talking as you rise to your feet, “I’m going to bed. You can stay, but I’m just..” you sigh, “I need to be unconscious for a few hours.”

She raises her hands, “I’ll be out here if you need me.”

You give her a nod, “Sorry I’m ju-“

“You don’t need to apologize, y/n. I overstepped.” She sighs, “You deserve happiness, and I promise we’ll get you to it.”

“Thank you.” You smile and head for your bedroom, stopping when you smell something vaguely familiar - Sandalwood vanilla.

“Do you smell that?” You look back at Brooke and she tilts her head, “Smell what?” You shake your head, “Nothing. Goodnight.”

“Night.” She calls from the couch as you close your door. You stand there for a second before turning around to get into bed.

You let out a sigh as you nestle your head onto the pillow, staring over at the wall that’s lit up by the full moon.

You roll over, staring out the window at the sky, just wishing you’d be able to fall asleep, and your wish was granted.

—

His hand runs through your hair, calming every vibrating nerve in your body, “I’m here, my love.” You kept your eyes closed, letting out a sigh, “I love you.”

Your eyes open, meeting bright blue ones. A deepish voice follows, “I love you. I will go to the deepest depth of hell and back for you.”

His lips press to yours and quickly move down your neck, biting and nipping your skin, which causes you to whimper out.

“Louder, my love. I want you to be louder.”

You comply, moaning out louder when you feel a hand slide down your body to stop between your parted thighs. His fingers drag up and down your folds, fingers circling your desperate opening, “P-please.”

“Please what, my love?” His fingers slowly push in and you gasp-

Awake.

You sit up, looking around as if someone was actually there with you, but maybe it was just a dream, right?

You sigh, getting out of bed to walk out to the living room where Brooke is no where to be found. You furrow your brows, looking around for your phone to see if she texted you.

Liz got off early, heading home. Call me when you wake up.

You scroll down on your notifications and see a text from an unknown number, Just figured I’d check in. Any more disturbances at your place? It’s Sam by the way Golbach, officer Golbach.

You smirk slightly at the obviously nervous, text and click it, Nothing to report, sadly.

You sit down, seeing the bubbles immediately pop up then disappear, Sadly?

You lean back, biting down on your lip as you think about what Brooke said to you, but then you suddenly feel like this is wrong.

Not wrong as in flirting with the law, but wrong in the, I don’t belong to this person, kind of way.

You let out a sigh, “Fuck!” You throw your phone over your shoulder, absolutely sick of feeling like you… well, you didn’t know how you felt, exactly, but your interest changes when you don’t hear the clatter of it hitting the floor.

“You shouldn’t throw things that are important.”

You stand up, whipping around as you immediately start backing away. Your voice is gone, banished with fear as the figure that spoke walks towards you, phone in his beautiful, ring clad hand.

His voice rings in your head without him moving his lips, “You know me. I’m not going to hurt you, my love.”

“W-who-“

“We’ll get to that. But right now, I’m going to need you to tell Sam, that you’re a little busy right now.” He speaks and hands you back your phone.

A chill goes down your spine as your fingers brush against his to take it, and you begin typing, I’m a little busy right now.

“Good girl.” The man speaks, reaching up to run his thumb over your bottom lip, “I have been waiting ever so patiently to meet you.”

“Who are you?” Your voice is low, but you don’t shy away from his touch as his fingers gently brush over your cheek to push hair behind your ear, “I’m just Colby to you.”

“Colby.” You repeat and his hand pulls you closer to him, “Yes. You know me.”

“How.” You furrow your brows and he gives you as second to think, but you shake your head, “I don’t-“

Colby reaches up, cupping your cheeks with his hands as he stares into your eyes, “Think.”

Suddenly, Colby floods your brain with all the times you’ve seen him.

You’re sitting on the beach, fishnets ripped and a cigarette between your fingers. You turn your head slightly at the sound of a voice, “You know, there’s no smoking on the beach, right?” You scoff, watching the ashes fly down to kiss the sand, “What are you, beach patrol?” You laugh slightly and stop when he moves to sit next to you, “Beach patrol would be a lot easier for you to believe, my love.”

—

“I’m actually meeting somebody, so I’ll just take a wine while I wait.” You smile at the bartender and she nods, “One red, coming up.” You let out a sigh as you look around, waiting for Seth to appear. After some time, you decide to text him, but to your surprise, he’s not coming.

“This seat taken?”

You look up, smiling at Colby, “Actually.. no.”

—

“What do you mean that it isn’t me? That is the most..” you scoff, “Just tell me. Did you find someone better? Am I.. am I.. fuck, Nathan, just-“

“I just don’t feel anything anymore. I don’t know what more you want. I would love to like you, but I just.. we aren’t compatible, y/n. I’m sorry.”

You watch as Nathan leaves your apartment, tears falling as soon as the door shuts. You walk over to your window, jumping back with a loud gasp as a crow lands on the sill, but you suddenly felt better.

—

“Those were only a few times, I’ve been around a while.” Colby’s hand slides back, his palm flat on your cheek, “Are you scared?”

You stare up at him, “I.. don’t even know what’s real anymore.” You shake your head, “You’re not..”

“Go on, my love. Say it.”

“Why don’t I remember ever seeing you?” You ask but Colby makes you look at him, “One thing at a time, sweetheart. Please.”

It takes you a few seconds to even muster up the means to allow the words to roll off your tongue, “You’re not human.. but-“ you slide your hand up his arm, “You feel human.”

Click.

“Wait. You.. you were there after every breakup I had.” You step back, “Nathan, Seth, Taylor, Francesca, I-“ you bring your hand up to lay on your forehead, breathing heavy as you feel like you are about to pass out, “The crow.. I-“

“Shh, hey.” Colby moves to you, wrapping his arms around your body as your head rests on his chest.

You feel calm.

Like this is where you belong.

“Do you remember what I told you in your dream yesterday afternoon?” Colby asks, “I told you that you’re going to be just fine.”

He tilts your chin up, “I mean that.”

A knock on your door causes you to jump, and Colby’s grip tightens, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Y/n, it’s officer Golbach. Just doing a check in.”

“I can g-“

“No, I’ll handle this.” Colby walks you over to the couch, “Sit.” You plop down, watching as he walks over to the door and opens it.

Sam doesn’t say anything, he just stares at Colby, nodding his head, but you don’t hear anything. Sam turns and walks away, leaving without any kind of fuss.

“What did-“

“I just told him that he needed to come back at another time.” Colby walks over and sits next to you, “I need your full attention, my love.”

“You can make me do anything, can’t you?” You keep your stare on him, “Is that what yo-“

“No. Y/n, okay. The only thing that I have made you do, is text officer dingdong, and break up with that asshole loser, who we both know would have only ruined your life.”

You raise your brows, knowing he was talking about Mitchel, who now has a bad rap with things you didn’t need, “Yeah. Thanks for that one I guess.”

“Oh, and your dreams. But other than those three things, my focus is on keeping you for myself.”

“Why me?”

“What do you mean by, why me? Look at yourself, y/n. You are beautiful.” He moves closer and shift towards you, “I would never make you do anything you wouldn’t ever want to do.”

“My dreams.. you.. last night..” you swallow as you think about the sex dream with him, and he nods, “There’s others.. but I figured I’d just give you the less detailed one to test the waters, you know?”

“But why?” You stand up and Colby reaches for you but you turn, walking away, only for him to appear right in front of you, “Don’t shy away from me.”

You step back, looking up at him, “None of this, is making any sense to me, Colby.”

“Because I love you.”

“You don’t e-“

“Yes I do, y/n. I know you more than you know yourself. Considering I’m a demon and all, I know that there are devilish thoughts in the minds of the most angelic, and y/n..” he steps towards you, his hands moving to your cheeks, “I know that you have some wicked desires..”

His eyes move from your lips to your eyes, “So, let me ruin you.”

“Colby I-“ You shake your head, “Can you just.. I don’t know what you do, but just.. I need a second.”

He nods and by the time you blink, he’s gone with a slight feeling of regret settling in your stomach, but you push it away as you sit back down, face in your hands as you try and figure out what exactly it is you need to figure out.

——

Colby was gone for a two or so. You were on edge, trying to figure out if he was in your apartment or not, in the walls. In your head.

You were jumpy, nervous, but above all, turned on.

Evil, above all, is truly seductive, and you found yourself missing a part of Colby, but then again, you were also second guessing everything you thought, felt, or heard.

“Am I able to see you?”

You look around, letting out a sigh, “Yes.”

Colby sits down next to you, “How do you feel?”

“Don’t you already know?” You avoid looking at him, but you feel like you need to, so you do. His eye lock with yours and he takes a small inhale, “I need..”

He stops and you turn towards him, “Colby?”

“You’re going to freak out. I can already see it.” He laughs weakly, “I’m in line to rule the underworld, but I can’t do that if I-“

“No.” You instantly stand up, backing away from him, “I don’t-“ you feel tears in your eyes, “I don’t want to die.”

He’s instantly behind you, arms around your body and that calm feeling settles in, but it’s only for a moment and you push him away, “No. no. No.”

Colby stands there, eyes on you as you pace, “Why? Why me? Out of all the people in the world, you just had to come and fuck up my life?”

He remains silent as you continue your ranting, “I have so much to live for. I can’t just- what would I tell my parents my best friend, I-“ you stop, taking a deep breath, “Can’t it be anyone else?”

You look up at him and he shakes his head, “I’ve already left my mark on you.”

“Mark? On me?” Your hands start to feel your own body but Colby walks over, “Not a physical mark, sweetheart. The others just know to leave you alone.”

“There’s others?” You scoff, “Of course there is.”

“Y/n, my love.”

“Why do you call me that? Seriously, I just..” you shake your head, covering your hands as you groan into them.

There was this strange entity standing in your living room, a stranger. But in reality, you knew him just as well as he knew you, you just needed a slight nudge to know that.

“I chose you because you’re just so..” he presses his lips together, gently reaching up to brush your hair from your face, “You.”

“Yeah because that explains it.” You roll your eyes and Colby clenches his jaw, “You know me. I know you. Say the word and I’ll prove it.”

“Prove it.” You shrug and he nods, taking your cheeks between his hands as rests his forehead against yours, “Close your eyes.”

You close your eyes and the memory of you and Colby at dinner one night replays in your mind.

He shows you sitting across from Colby at The Whiskey Well, having dinner and talking about anything and everything. That eventually led into Colby telling you about his, what you didn’t know at the time, human life.

You swore you fell in love that night.

“Did you?” Colby asks as he moves his head back slightly.

“Did I what?” You ask, knowing damn well why he asked. He tilts his head and you nod, “Yeah, but then you made me forget, so what’s it matter?”

“It matters because I need you.”

“Well I don’t need you, so..” you step back, “How do I break this.. I don’t even know, curse?”

“I’m not here to make your life hell, y/n.”

“That seems to be exactly what you’re doing, Colby.” You chew on your cheek, “Did you mess with my dreams again while you were-“ you air quote, “Gone?”

He shrugs, “Only the second night. The rest was you.”

You couldn’t lie, going from knowing that he’s always been there, to knowing he wasn’t there at all, hurt. It felt like a piece of you was missing, like you lost your security blanket or something.

“I’m not here to hurt you, unless you want me to.” A smirk twitches on his lips and you shake your head. Colby scoffs, “You may look like an angel, but I know that there’s a fire deep inside that pretty little body of yours.”

His words caused a chill of excitement to shimmy down your spine, “You know.. I thought for so long that the universe was so ugly for being against me..”

Colby tilts his head and you lock eyes, “But in reality it’s a gorgeous looking demon with a bit of an obsession problem.”

He cocks his jaw, nodding his head as he chuckles, “I mean what can I say? You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on.”

You smile, looking down as your mind begins to race again. Colby walks over, lifting your chin, “Don’t do that to yourself. If you want answers, ask.”

You take a deep breath in through your nose, “I hate this. I hate the thought of having to lea-“ you stop, taking in a shaky breath.

“There’s ways around it, y/n.”

“I hate this. I hate even thinking about it.” You avoid looking at him, mainly because there’s more to it, and you know he’d get you to say it regardless.

“I just hate..” you look up, “That I fell in love with the way you touched me, without even using your hands.”

He licks his lips, smirking as he tilts his head, “So what? Are you saying yes?”

You chew on your lip, swallowing before you take a breath, “I need to know what it feels like when you do actually touch me.”

You walk over to him, hands sliding up his chest, “Are you controlling me?”

He shakes his head as his hands slide to your hips, “This is all you, my love.” He pulls you in, lips on yours and you instantly need more. You fist his shirt, pulling him closer as you whimper, “Please.”

“You have the control now, baby.” Colby whispers, lips trailing down your neck, “As I said, I will go to the deepest depths of hell to make you happy. I will be your sickening desire. I am yours, and you are mine.”

His words are low as he bites down on your skin, “Mine.”

He lifts you up, arm around your waist as his lips find yours, “Mine.”

He takes you to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed, “Whatever you want. Whatever you need.” He whispers, pushing up your shirt so he can kiss your stomach, “I’ll get it for you.”

“I-I-“ you gasp as he pulls down your sweats, “no more making me do anything.”

He nods as he looks up at you, “Anything you want, baby.” He kisses back up your body, “I promise. You’re the only body I need. Your souls was meant to be mine.”

He moves his way in between your legs, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to get my hands on you.”

“How are you real?” Your hands slide up his shoulders and rest against his neck, “Like I-“

“This is the body I died with, but trust and believe I can be anything I want to be.” Colby leans back, his eyes staring into yours, “But I just want to be everything you want and need.” His lips are on yours again, “Every inch of my darkened being aches for you.”

You whimper, hooking your legs around his waist, “I want to feel you. I need to feel you.”

He nods as he stands up, “Undress for me.”

Your eyes are on each other as you finish taking off the rest of your clothes, “You’ve seen me before, haven’t you?”

He nods, “But it still doesn’t compare to this moment right here.” He moves onto you, hips resting between your thighs as he slowly guides his cock into you without warning.

You gasp, throwing your head back as your nails dig into his shoulders and chest, “Fuck, fuck.” You moan loudly, chest rising and falling quickly as you feel yourself stretching to accommodate his cock, “Fuck you feel so good.”

“Words can’t even explain how you’re making me feel right now, baby.” Colby groans lowly, his hand sliding up to cup your throat.

You play your hand on his, urging him to squeeze, “You know me well enough. Just do it.”

His eyes darken and his thrusts are instantly punishing, ripping loud moans and pleasured screams before his hand cuts off all sound from your throat, “You sound even prettier than you look, my love.”

He groans, sliding a hand down to grip the outside of your thigh, “Do you like that?”

He looses a his grip just enough for a slight, “yes” to squeak out and he smirks, “Of course you do.” His lips crash onto yours and he groans into your mouth, “I fucking love you.”

Your back arches as he keeps your neck pinned to the bed, your cheeks start to heat up and you feel the tingling settling in as your vision starts to fade out, but all you focused on was Colby.

He lets go and you gasp out, “I love you.”

He stops, staring down at you, “You mean that.”

You nod and he shakes his head, “No, I mean. I can feel how much you mean that.” His thrusts resume, but they’re slower, “Fuck, you’re going to make the best Queen.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you’re not scared.

“I trust you.” You swallow, pulling him in to kiss, “This feels right.”

“I promise. I will take care of you.” Colby shakes his head, “Fuck, you’re the most important thing to me. The best thing I’ve ever got to touch, smell, taste.”

He pulls out, quickly moving down your body to throw your legs over his shoulders. His tongue immediately pushes between your folds and your hand flies to the back of his head, “Colby!”

He groans against you, gripping your hips roughly as he pins you down.

Your vision goes blurry as you arch your back, coming undone quickly with just the tip of his tongue, “f-fuck, fuckfuckfuck!”

“That’s it baby. Let it all go.”

Colby’s tongue guides you through your high, collecting every drop of your precious arousal before he kisses back up your body, “So fucking delicious.”

He pulls you on top of him, rolling onto his back as you straddling his waist to sink back down onto his cock with a loud moan.

You knew you were going to be littered with fingertip shape bruised, but that made everything hotter.

“That’s it.” Colby breathes out, “Fuck, just like that, my love. Look at you.” His eyes scan up your body to meet yours.

His hands slide up and down your thighs as you bounce, moaning louder and louder as you feel yourself coming closer to another orgasm.

Colby interlocks his hands with yours, bucking his hips upward and you squeeze his hands to hold yourself steady, “S-so close. Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

You throw your head back, screaming out as you feel yourself cum once more. Colby let’s go of your hands, sitting up to lay you back. His thrusts resume, guiding you through your high.

His thrusts come to a slow stop and he pulls out before laying next to you, “Brooke is going to be here any second.”

“She didn’t tell me she was-“

“Y/n? You home?”

You look over at Colby and let out a sigh before answering her, “Be out in a second.”

“Hurry up! I have to tell you something!” She yells back and you look at Colby, “You’ll come back right?”

“My love, I never leave.”

——

Thank you so much for being patient. I hope this is up to par and as always, I love you, and I will see you in the next one! 🖤🖤🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[feirceangel]

Imagine | Escape (Crocodile)

Imagine breaking Crocodile out of Impel Down.

Warnings: spoilers for Impel Down!!! You’ve been warned.

Word Count: 980

(Not my gif)

"Why are you helping me?"

The question was asked with a tilted head as the boy in the straw hat stared you down.

You just grinned, “Like you, there's someone I'm looking for, and I think he's in here."

"Well, then we'll find him!" Luffy copied your grin, “After we rescue Ace!"

"Of course," you smiled back, "It won't be too hard to break in and out of the impregnable Impel Down."

"That's the spirit!" He laughed, clapping you on the back.

You laughed and raced alongside the young teen.

Confident in your abilities, you rush forwards, uncaring about the possible complications and consequences that could befall you.

The presence of the young teen is a good booster for the spirit. Even when serious, he has that uplifting energy that you admire him for.

It's best to have an ally in this place, you realized that early on. Therefore, you decided to team up with him as soon as you spotted him.

It's not like you were strangers.

Sure, you weren't exactly friends per se, more like acquaintances. Having run into him and his crew a few times, you're familiar enough with him that you're comfortable being allies in such a rough place.

You barely survived the fight against Magellan, Luffy taking the brunt of the damage until you, Luffy, and Bon Clay were ‘Demoned Away’ to Newkama Land.

There, you met the infamous Emporio Ivankov. You’d heard much about him and his followers, so you were honoured to meet him in person.

Albeit, a bit taken aback by his outlandish personality and bizarre followers. He helped Luffy and you, so you were indebted to him.

And now here you are, trying to escape level six and get back out of the prison. It’s a long ways to go and you aren’t thrilled.

You’ve been searching every cell looking for the man you came to find, but have had no luck. Luffy’s had just as much luck as you, seeing as Ace is already on his way to the execution area.

A sinister laugh sounds, deep and rich.

Your ears perk up immediately.

“If you want to escape from here, set me free.”

The voice is deeper than the ocean, smooth as snake skin. You’d recognize it anywhere.

“I can open a hole in the ceiling. So, how about it?”

The sharp clang of shackles rings loudly as the prisoner stands up and walks to the bars of the cell.

“Long time no see, Mugiwara.”

You grin, racing over to the bars, “Crocodile! Here you are!”

His cold eyes meet yours as shock overcomes your companions. Luffy reaches out, clamping a hand on you to drag you back beside him.

“What are you doing, Y/n?! Don’t you know what he did?”

“Hmm, oh well yeah, but we’ve been close for ages!” You reply, slipping from his hold. “I can’t just let my boy rot in here.”

“Your boy?” Ivankov echoes.

Crocodile does not look impressed, “What are you doing here, Y/n?”

“I came to rescue you!”

“He’s who you’re here for?!” Luffy steps towards you, anger in his eyes. “He ruined Vivi’s country!”

“That’s all in the past, I have no interest in that anymore. But a war between the Marines and Whitebeard? That piques my interest,” Crocodile interjects.

“Gonna act like you’re not happy to see me, huh?” You cross your arms, staring at Crocodile.

He ignores you.

“Let’s release him, Mugiwara-boy. He would make an powerful ally,” the King of Newkama says.

“What-?”

“Ivankov,” Crocodile spits out, clearly not happy to see him. You unlock the cell door with a key you snagged earlier, opening it with a flourish and a grin.

“We can’t trust him completely, but I’ve known him since he was a rookie.”

“Really?” You ask, “I bet you have good stories!”

“Don’t say anything,” Crocodile growls.

“Don’t take that tone with me, I have no qualms sharing about your past,” Ivankov smirks.

You raise an eyebrow, “Oh please, I wanna know.”

Crocodile shoots you a glare to which you stick out your tongue.

“It’s only fair after that cold welcome you gave me. Croco-boyyy,” you tease before snatching his hand in yours.

You find the lock on his shackles and slide a different key into it, twisting it deftly. It falls to the ground and you let your hands linger on Crocodile’s skin.

He doesn’t shrug off your touch, but his tense expression doesn’t change.

“I missed you.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” he says as he flexes his hand. “It’s dangerous.”

“I’m used to danger, silly.”

He huffs in irritation, shooting a glance at the men watching. Luffy still seems to be in shock, while the other two look unaffected.

“Oh, here.”

You dig in your pocket for a second with a toothy grin, “I got you something.”

Smugly, you place a fat cigar into his hand, producing a lighter as well, “You must be cranky cause you had to quit cold-turkey.”

At this, his lips twitch into a soft smile. A smile that he only gave to you, for you alone could make him feel this way.

Not only did you care enough to break him out, but you also thought of the small things.

He places the lit cigar into his mouth, placing his hand on your head to ruffle your hair, “Thank you.”

You lean into his touch, savouring it.

While Luffy and the others discuss their next moves, Crocodile turns you to face him directly. He draws you into a quick hug.

“I missed you too, you know,” he whispers, tightening his hold mindlessly. “But I think you’re an idiot for coming down here.”

You laugh, “Well, we can talk about it more once we’re out of this shithole.”

He nods, focusing on the task at hand: escaping Impel Down with you by his side.

[darleneh]

BONER (Alastor x Reader Smut)

Word count; 631

Summary: alastor searches for you after angel dust sees a boner. (HELP)

This is a bit old and my writing has gotten better so this is something that isn’t that good.

“Is that a fuckin’ boner?” Angel Dust eyed the growing bulge in Alastor’s pants. Alastor’s eye twitched at Angel, “No. My pants seemed to ruffle up!l” He played it off, dusting off his pants. “I guess I need to iron these!” Alastor shooed off Angel Dust, who was hoping to get the Radio Demon’s dick. But, sadly Angel never will. Everyone in the hotel knew Alastor was dating someone.

You.

You and Alastor had a mostly platonic relationship, barley any full on kissing. You had pecks here and there, and mostly these were on the cheek. You, we’re walking down the hallway to your room. No, you guys didn’t share a room at all. It was way too early for that. It’s only been a few months, and Alastor made that excuse to not move in.

Alastor was in search for you, he needed you. ‘Where is she?’ Alastor thought, his smile most likely getting a little wider at the scariness of not finding you in the next few minutes. He needed release. He didn’t know if you were up to it, but he was sure you were. He overheard heard you talking about your sex life with him to Angel Dust, and that you sort of wished he’d open up to you. Maybe he will, no, he knows he will.

You were unlocking your door when you heard the sound of static behind you. You slowly turned around and was met with Alastor, bent down to be face to face, with a wide ass smile on his face. “Hello, you!” He said enthusiastically, he stood up fully, waiting for your answer. “Hi, Alastor.” You said cheerfully. “Whaddya need?” You asked him. “I just wanted to talk, wanna take a walk around here?” He asked, you nodded.

“Great, come along.” He brought his arm out to you, and you wrapped your arm around his. Ah, finally something to touch, he would think. He yearned for more, a kiss, maybe you sucking him off, too inappropriate though. “What did you wanna talk about?” You ask, he thinks. “Hmm, the future that holds us together perhaps.” He shrugged. “I just wanted to be around you.” His idea was wrong, searching for you, even talking to you was a bad idea. He needed you.

“That’s sweet, Alastor.” You blush. You hesitated to ask, “Can I hug you?” You ask. Alastor didn’t like to be touched; yet he touched others. “Oh, you don’t have to ask me that! We’re locked arms, of course.” He slithered his arm away and spread his arms out. Motioning to join him, you went into his embrace. His hand went up to your head to pull you in, and the other rested on your lower back. You breathed in his scent, smelt like the cheap cologne you’d find at old navy, or something.

You were feeling great, him? Even better, he was currently cumming in his pants as soon as your torso came in contact with him. He didn’t make a sound, his only reaction was gently balling up your hair in his fist, and his other hand balling up the shirt you had on as well. You noticed, and you pulled back. “You okay?” You ask, rubbing the back of your head, the pain from him lightly pulling your hair subsided. “My apologies! I remembered I have to do something. Sorry to cut this short.” He leaned down, kissing you on the cheek for what felt like the 500th time, then walking, almost running to his room.

He had to change, he had a wet spot currently forming a stain in his pants. He came to just the touch of you, if you touched him more, perhaps he would’ve shoved you in the next room and fucked you senseless.

Perhaps.

[somehow-a-human]

The angels don't have to ask to enter the bookshop.

DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY.

We've been operating under the assumption that BOTH the angels and demons have to ask to enter the bookshop, but I don't think that's true. I'm pretty sure it's one of our red herrings for season 2.

Continued under the cut.

When Gabriel shows up to the bookshop nude and oblivious, the doors are closed and (I believe) locked. Gabriel doesn't even know who or where he is, so he does what the default is... he knocks, and asks "Can I come in?" Aziraphale is frightened at first and tells him he can't come in but eventually our angels empathy wins and he says "Alright! Just... just get in!"

>> It's never clear that Gabriel would have physically been unable to come in otherwise.

When the Archangels show up Aziraphale literally cuts them off before they reach the door of the bookshop. Saraqael suggests, "Shall we discuss this inside?", and Aziraphale continues, "By all means. Would you like to come in?"

>> If Aziraphale hadn't rushed out to meet the angels, why wouldn't they have just walked into the bookshop like they did numerous times in season 1? Additionally I am fairly certain Aziraphale's "By all means. Would you like to come in?" was added in post via ADR. That doesn't necessarily add credence to anything, just an observation.

When Muriel arrives to surveil Aziraphale they ask, "Great! Well, could I come in and do it inside please? Only cause it's really noisy out here and I can't hear anything." Aziraphale replies, "By all means."

>> Muriel is an endearing angel who doesn't know much about life on earth, but had the shop been open and unlocked at the time of their arrival, they might've just wandered in as well.

We're never told the angels *can't* enter the bookshop explicitly like we are for the demons. We've always just assumed the same rules apply to all of the ethereal and occult beings.

But then, might I ask, why does Aziraphale tell us "Technically, this bookshop still counts as an Embassy"?

If the bookshop is still an embassy, the angels wouldn't need permission to enter, they would still have jurisdiction, and would still be able to monitor what's going on there... yes?

Let's compare this to the demons attempts to enter the bookshop, because Shax states clearly that she can't enter without permission. We see this again when she tries to get into the Bentley after it's canonically 'our car', and therefore at least partially owned by an angel.

I'm pretty sure John and Neil make a point of having the angels all ask in some way to enter, and Aziraphale seem to grant them permission as a red herring. They don't need to, but they want us to assume a false sense of security, to think that the bookshop is a safe space for our duo, outside of the reaches of both Heaven and Hell.

Technicalities are big in season 2 and I definitely think they're a huge underlying string running through all of Good Omens. In season 1, Crowley and Aziraphale stop Heaven and Hell from trying to restart Armageddon on a technicality. Gabriel and Beelzebub don't technically know if the great plan *is* the ineffable plan! It's definitely a favorite trope of Terry and Neil's to mock unfair, broken, bureaucratic systems, and Heaven and Hell are a PERFECT example of this.

**Somebody has written a meta on technicalities, I know I've seen it but I cannot for the life of me find it so if anyone could tag me so I could link it that would be brills! (Yeah that's right I'm adopting that from Charles from Dead Boy Detectives, 80's british slang ftw, I'm obsessed; please watch it, please, I need a second season.)

Neil has mentioned that the plot for season 3 might've had to be changed from he and Terry's original vision a bit, based on the political climate of the current day, and I'm sure that means we'll see some technicalities being the downfall of Heaven and Hells systems in Season 3 as well. I don't think the metatron is a villain, nor any of the other angels or demons. They're just fulfilling their function, following a set of rules, very much to a fault. This is all just God's big experiment after all, freewill, choice, eating the apple, and the angels and demons aren't exempt.

I wouldn't be surprised if there's some sort of technicality about the angels and demons themselves in season 3. We've seen that they're of the same stock, and we know Crowley at least is technically still the same person he was when he was an angel... more or less. Could the book of life end up revealing something like that the demons still exist perpetually as their angelsonas? A technicality, if you will?

Given the bookshop is still technically an embassy, is everything that happens inside observable by Heaven? Can they access the bookshop in their Earth Observation Files? There is some questionable blocking surrounding the bust in Aziraphale's bookshop, coupled with a curious record cover from Maggie's bookshop pointed out by @noneorother

Anyway... Let me know your thoughts. I haven't been posting as much, I have been mega busy and I'm trying to be thankful for it. Love you all, hope you have something nice happen for you today! <3

[fishfingersandscarves]

I don't even bother scrolling the ao3 armandaniel tag anymore, I just wait for your glorious art and then read whatever you illustrate...

That being said if you had any recommendations I'd happily take the o' knowledgeable one

ah nonnie i am happy to pull some from my meticulously vetted list

remember to read and mind all the tags

a haunting just for company by valkyrisms

"I know what a breakup looks like," Daniel says. "The better question is, why are you coming to me about it? I'm the one who broke up your little sham." "This is what humans do, don't they?" Armand asks, letting his voice drop. "Crashing on their friends' couches when there's a blip in their romances?" "Except we're not friends. We're actually very much not friends." Daniel shrugs, as if it's all the same to him. "And I can't imagine the great vampire Armand deigning himself to sleep on my fucked-up sofa. That thing's been here since the nineties." "Well," Armand only says. "I saw you have a guest bedroom."

Lie Back and Let Me Unlock You by Thunder_Puss

Independently wealthy man, early 30's, seeks arrangement with young male aged 18-25, not too muscular and no more than 200lbs (anything more would be most unmanageable) to share my apartment and affection with for 1 year until slaughter. All needs up to that point will be met -surpassingly so, I must admit, as I can be rather doting. There will be no need to consider expenses as they will be covered entirely by myself- "-There will be a rigorous interview process consisting of correspondence by email..." Daniel shook his head, laughing. "Of course, buddy. I'm sure I'll have a lot of competition." He raised his whiskey glass to his lips and wet them. "If this sounds like an amenable blah blah... Christ, this guy is verbose. I'll have to bring along a thesaurus to keep up." Daniel Molloy was 24, not too muscular, and no more than 200lbs. He was also steadfast and enterprising -when he could keep his nose clean- and had nothing more interesting to do than chase a story about an independently wealthy man with the screen name Botticelli_Angel who seemed to have the world's most taboo kink. Daniel could play the part, see where the story took him for a while. If shit got too weird, he'd dip. (Spoiler: He doesn’t dip.)

the sin and this mess we're in by ringfinger

He’s sitting on a beach he hates, trading shitty jokes with a centuries-old monster whose body count would put Ed Gein to shame and who is almost certainly also plotting to turn him into a flesh lampshade. “Don’t be dramatic,” Armand says, picking up on that thread, “I do wish you’d stop returning to that.”

how memory makes monsters into myth by blueskiddoo

“I said I’m fine, Alice,” Daniel snaps, and time itself grinds to a halt. Not literally. Ha. The things you have to specify with vampires. Daniel wishes he could laugh, but the sound is stuck somewhere in his throat, along with his heart. Now, of course, his hand chooses to be perfectly still. Why the fuck did he say that? * daniel keeps slipping up and mistaking armand for his ex-wife and the more he looks back on his memories, the less reliable they get. he's pretty sure he married alice molloy, but how do you marry a woman who apparently never existed? armand is armand about it.

chase away my heart and heartache by sahwen

With nowhere to go and an eternity ahead of him, Armand decided to work his way backwards. Or: Armand's Tour de Divorce in six acts.

to stretch the night, to fill it fuller with dreams by typefortydeductions

Armand and Daniel return to Venice to confront some of Armand's oldest demons. Louis comes with them, trailing ghosts of his own.

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love. by cannibalenthusiast

“Did we call each other boyfriend? Surely not. Sounds weird even saying out loud.” “You were my beloved,” Armand says. “My lover. My boy.” “Your human pet. Your mortal fool. I get it,” Daniel says, not neglecting to notice his use of the past tense. “You want to go see a movie?”

such a pretty box (all fancy wrappings, and a bow on top) by snuffreel

“That is a fascinating shade of scarlet. In the dark, now, it almost matches the color of her blood.” Or: Armand, Daniel, and the age-old question of what's really inside a girl.

flash the camera (you're a star) by exastris_scientia

Daniel is starting to think he should put a little more thought into the promises he makes in the heat of the moment. He’d qualified it a little, sure, so technically he doesn’t have to do it. And it’s not like he needs the money, not after Louis and Armand had thrown his that’s my whore number comment back in his face by actually paying him ten million fucking dollars. But a promise is a promise, even if it’s one literally no one would expect him to follow through on. Whatever. He said he would, so he will. It might be fun. So he starts an OnlyFans.

bang it up inside by leavethebes

"Come on," Daniel goads. "Come the fuck on."

she will be your living end by kanxie

Daniel reaches his hand out for Armand to take. They wait a few moments in silence as the world stops moving around them. The animals hush. The air stills. A faint smell of smoky dust drops from the sky and lifts from the ground. Rural Armenia has always been too quiet for Armand, but this is to a level where noise itself seems to atrophy into a cold, nightmare-like state. Armand takes his hand, and the usual dampened sounds of movement are stark in this nothingness. “It's okay to admit you're scared,” says Daniel. His deep and rumbling voice. Armand keens for it in the lamplight.

Armand and Daniel are at home when the bell tolls.

Backroads to Sonoma by burntcrimson

Where the hell have you been, Daniel wonders, and why me? A bloody American summer in the belly of the AIDS crisis.

open eyes and behind your teeth by tisiphones

It wasn't fascinating, the way the boy didn't know whether to lean into the touch or away from it, confused by the comfort and the pain it offered in equal measures. It wasn't. Armand could do the same thing — did do the same thing, whenever Louis deigned to touch him at all — and Louis still thought he was boring. It couldn't be this that had captivated him. But that didn't mean it wasn't fun. --- Armand weighs the pros and cons of dog ownership.

[yeonjuns-beanie]

A Dangerous Consummation

warnings: 18+, smut, dub-con, themes of guilt and angst, mention of r*pe, reader realizes they enjoy something extreme, confession of feelings, biting, unprotected sex, more sex with demons!, red face possesses reader this time, slapping, kind of subby dalton, spitplay, description of a snowball, softer ending

summary: what happened was something you couldn’t forget even if you tried. as you wrestle with your feelings of the night, you start noticing that something is not right. not long after, you come face to face with the beast that marked you as his own. You confide in dalton, knowing he’s the only one who could help, but his assistance turns into something much more lewd.

a/n: after seeing how licentious affairs had been doing, i felt quite inspired to write a conclusive counterpart to it. when your ask came through it puzzled in perfectly with what i had drafted up so far. i hope i’ve done your request justice! i’ll prolly write more for dalton after this. i’ve seen the movie a third time now n have too many ideas. this can be read as a stand alone fic, although i would recommend you read the first part to capture all the filth. have a great day! <3 ~nero

Dalton Lambert x possessed!female reader

word count:6.6k

Pt.1

Your body was weak and your mind was beyond exhausted. You wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and to somewhat forget about the events of tonight, but Dalton’s shaky cries kept your mind running. You couldn’t find your voice to let him know what happened, so instead you shared in the starkness of the dorm the only thing filling the air were the occasional footsteps on the floor above you and Dalton’s cries.

You hadn’t moved from your position on his bed, still very aware of the pallid liquid slowly drying into the skin of your lower back. You felt Dalton lift his head from the bed and heard him get up to his feet.

“I’ll be right back.”

Only then did you lift your head up. You didn’t want him to leave, you didn’t want to be left alone because if you were to be completely transparent–you were scared. Even with the recollection of what just happened, he still comforted you in his natural form, and you still needed him around.

“Wait.”

Dalton turned around, his eyes wide at finally hearing you utter something besides a breath. You looked so broken and he knew it was his fault. He couldn’t look at you for too long because he felt the tears brimming his waterline within the second. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he grabbed the door handle setting out to what he initially went to do knowing he’d be weak for you if he stayed any longer.

“I promise, I’ll be right back.”

And with that, he snaked out of the door rubbing his hands across his face trying to wipe off his emotions. On the other side of the door, you dropped your hand back on the bed, feeling some sense of defeat.

“...Don’t go…”

Sighing you tried to let your body fall into a state of sleep, but every time you got close to the relief of sleep your body would wake you up with chills erupting across your skin. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching you. Even though the room was decently illuminated by the full moon beaming through the windows, it still wasn’t enough to make you feel safe. You shut your eyes, knowing that you wouldn’t fall asleep but at least you wouldn’t be made known of anything manifesting in front of you.

The room started to feel oppressive. Every second that Dalton was gone it was becoming unbearable. There was a blanket of heated anxiety that you felt lay across your body and you knew something was watching you. You just couldn’t find the strength to open your eyes to face your opponent. You decided to barely squint your eyes open to make out just a fraction of what was causing you so much unease, but before you could muster up your full courage you heard the door unlock.

The amber lighting from the hallway painted the dingy tile flooring and the shadow of Dalton’s figure graced you with a moment of peace. Lifting your head to look at him, the warmth that filled your chest was something you couldn’t ignore. You could never be mad at him. Weakly, you motioned with your head as he fully came into the room.

“Can you turn on the light?”

He nodded and with the lurid overhead light casting over the dorm, you finally felt somewhat at ease. Dalton walked over to you still very apprehensive about being around you. Laying a small tub of hot water on the desk, he placed some hand towels on the chair. Kneeling back by the side of the bed you heard his voice cut through the silence again.

“Is it…is it okay if I touch you?”

He knew.

With the scene in front of him, it was almost moronic to think something else occurred on his bed. You nodded, but something told you that that wasn’t enough consent for him. Turning to look at him, a downturned smile poked at your lips.

“Yeah…you can touch me.”

With your verbal sanction, you felt a dry cloth make contact with your lower back. Sliding the partly dried slick off of your skin and encasing it in the towel, he followed with a warm towel. Relaxing muscles you didn’t even realize were tense. With another dry towel, he wiped over the small of your back making sure that you wouldn’t feel the chill of the air blow over your skin. He was sparing himself only taking care of your backside, but he knew that sooner or later he’d have to turn you over.

With his eyes shut, he took a deep breath preparing himself for whatever horror he’d have to look at.

“Can you roll over for me? So I can clean the rest of you..”

His voice trailed off, ashamed that he would have to take in more of this grim illustration that you were left bare in. Dalton got up from the side of the bed and went to your side of the room to dig through your drawers to find a sleep shirt for you. Picking the first large shirt he found, he turned around and was faced with your delicate body on its back. Vulnerable and exposed with small bruises peppered along your body.

As he came back over to you, his breath hitched and tears welled in his waterline. The life in his eyes drained as he took in your fragile form. A deep garnet stain was swiped across the side of your chin, maroon blemishes formed on the surface of your wrists, along your jawline, and there was a nasty crimson mark that was centered on the side of your neck.

The only puzzling thing was that that was the only one that truly looked like a bite mark. His stomach turned, knotting in regret. Placing your shirt on the edge of the bed he grabbed the wet towel, dunking it in the hot water, he needed to turn away from you. As the water trickled back into the bowl his thoughts played a horrifying symphony of guilt.

How could he let this happen? How could he hurt you? How could he let himself be so weak against that thing? After so long…

He turned around to face you, wrapping the towel around two fingers he kneeled again, wiping the warm towel against your marks. Your voice fluttered into his ears, a little bit more life swimming in your tone and he was delighted to hear your voice despite the circumstance.

“I guess you could say I’m afraid of the dark too now.”

You had a small smile pulling at your lips but horror pulled at Dalton’s.

“I’m so sorry y/n...I’m so sorry.”

You felt bad having him apologize knowing that deep down you enjoyed what happened. There was a certain sense of shame coursing through you but it was for wildly different reasons. Bringing your arm to rest across your eyes, you heard the water trickling in the bowl again and then felt a comforting warmth against the valley of your breasts. Dragging the towel across the areas that either Dalton felt needed attention or had vibrant bruising on them, he came to your flowery center. Hesitant, he looked up at you.

“Y/n, is it okay if I touch you here?”

“It’s okay Dalton, I trust you.”

A minuscule amount of relief sprinkled over him. How you still found it in you to be tender after whatever happened, killed him and it only crushed his heart even more. He needed to protect you and he failed. The one person he was truly enamored by, who made him feel more than emptiness, he failed.

Taking the towel, he gently cleaned your now wilted and tender petals. You hated to admit it but as he swiped over your folds, you kept having flash images of how you were ravished earlier in the evening. Your once angelic grotto was now tainted with the sin of taboo lust. You wanted to stop the small convulses at your center but the aftershocks were too much to control. You removed your arm from your face looking at Dalton once more, your anxiety wanting to confirm that it was still Dalton in the room with you.

As Dalton turned back around, he picked up your shirt and you somehow found the strength to sit up on the bed. Dalton was quick to rush to your side making sure that you were level. The worry in his eyes was so endearing that you almost forgot about all the events that occurred. You felt he had done more than enough and wanted to prove to him that you were in fact okay, you just needed time to recuperate.

“I-I’m okay, Dalton. Thank you.”

You were sincere, you weren’t trying to push him away and you wanted him to understand that and you felt that he did as he sat down on the bed across from you keeping an eye on your every move. Removing yourself of your bra, tank top, and cardigan, you tossed them all to your side of the room and grabbed the shirt that was in Dalton’s hands, pulling it over your body.

You crossed your legs and sat directly across from him, trying to gather what emotions were swarming through his head. It looked like he wanted to ask a question but didn’t have the courage to do so. Covering your legs with your shirt, you leaned over and nudged his knee with your hand.

“What’s going on in your head?”

He sighed, heavily and then looked around the dorm in hopes that he could find his answer somewhere nonverbally. Looking down at his hands and back up at you he found his voice.

“What happened? I genuinely don’t know—I don’t even remember falling asleep.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line suddenly feeling irrevocably sorry for him. You grabbed his hands and took a deep breath, ready to recount the portion of the night that he had no recollection of.

As you neared the end of your tale, you felt something wet the top of your hand. Looking up, you noticed a river of tears flowing from Dalton’s eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed in panic, immediately looking to calm him down. You wiped your thumb across his cheek taking what tears you could with it.

“Hey, Dalton–Dalton, look at me. It’s okay. I’m not mad or upset with you, this just means we have to figure this out together now.”

Dalton weaved his hands out of yours to wipe the remaining tears away from his face. Sniffling, he spoke after what felt like years of silence.

“I just, I don’t understand how you can look me in the face and tell me it’s okay after you just told me I raped you. How am I supposed to look at you and pretend everything is fine when I let you get hurt by simply just being involved with me? How can you even look at me?!”

To say his questions were laden would be an understatement. You now would have to present him with information you couldn’t even grasp the gravity of yet because you just discovered it about yourself. You sighed, coming to terms very quickly with your emotions.

“Dalton. Before I go on, there are a couple of things I haven’t mentioned yet.”

He looked up at you again, eyes full of panicked hysteria wondering what else you could possibly tell him happened.

“While you were possessed, this…entity told me something. It told me that everything it was going to do to me were things you wished you could do yourself. And it was preying on the fact that I was…aroused and that I was, well–enjoying it…”

The shame you felt creep up your throat was something that almost made you want to gag. The shock on his face was hard to manage because you were worried he would never be able to look at you normally. That any budding or fully bloomed feelings he had for you would be diminished to dust due to your confession. The silence you shared was beginning to become unbearable as you stared at each other.

“Please say something, Dalton. I can’t have you no-”

“-You, you enjoyed it?”

“You kinda have a hard time separating the fact that the person in front of you isn’t actually that person. Even more so when they look exactly the same and that person is someone you have a thing for in the first place…”

You scratched the back of your neck somewhat embarrassed and in awe of how quickly the truth just tumbled out of you. When you looked back at Dalton, you noticed a figured shadow appear behind him, but as quick as it appeared it was gone. Shaking your head, you wiped your face with your hands trying to find some of the same bravura you displayed moments before.

“Please don’t make me sit in silence again. I really just bared my bones here.”

“You have a thing, for me?”

“That’s what you got from all this?”

“It’s kinda a loaded moment y/n.”

You wanted something to distract you from the awkward tension that was now in the room, or at least that’s what it felt like to you. Looking around for your phone, you noticed it was on the floor peeking out from the bed. Looking over at Dalton you pointed to the floor.

“Can you grab that for me? It’s kind of in a dark spot.”

Without missing a beat, Dalton bent over and handed you your phone. Speaking as he sat up to hand it to you.

“This is more than a lot to digest, but for what it’s worth it wasn’t lying. N-not about the sex thing but I also have a thing for you. Wish it was divulged under different circumstances but we’re here now.”

“So by default, the sex thing is also true?”

You puckered your lips trying to fight a smile from teasing him. The situation itself was so heavy and you were searching for any remedy to lighten the mood. Dalton deadpanned, his face void of emotion trying to hide the annoyed smugness that was creeping up. You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from your throat, feeling a veneer of normalcy between the two of you. The nervous pit finally dissipating when you heard his laugh float through your ears.

“Yeah, yeah I guess that means it’s true too.”

With a small smile stretching at your lips, you grabbed his hands and almost got lost in the cerulean color of his eyes.

“So does this mean, we’re okay? For right now at least. I know there’s still so much that we have to work through I just wanna make sure that-”

“-Y/n. We’re okay. As long as you’re fine, I’m fine.”

Letting go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in you let yourself relax. You checked your phone and seeing as it was the middle of the night you looked back up at him.

“Guess we should call it a night, huh?”

Dalton nodded and pushed himself off the bed to turn off the light switch. When you realized his destination you stopped him, maybe a little too hastily.

“Wait! Can we leave the lights on?”

His expression softened and you saw a glimpse of that unbearable worry cross his features again, guilt quickly running through his veins again as you continued.

“And, can we sleep together? I just know I won’t be able to fall asleep if it’s just me…”

You were embarrassed to ask him for something so silly but there was no way you’d be able to just forget everything that happened, happened and be able to calm your mind down enough to sleep. With the most gentle tone you’ve ever heard slip through his lips, Dalton came back to the bed and motioned for you to scoot over.

“Of course. Whatever you need I’ll do.”

There was a reason why you fell for him as quickly as you did. There was something about how naturally attentive he was. Under that brooding artist exterior was somebody unconditionally tender despite his humane pitfalls. As you moved your body toward the edge of the bed closest to the wall, Dalton slipped into the bed lifting the covers so the both of you could get comfortable. As he laid down, you wormed yourself to snuggle as close as possible to his body.

“G’night y/n.”

“Goodnight.”

The silence you shared was comfortable but as time ticked by and Dalton’s breathing started to grow heavier, your mind started to wander and grow even more restless. Perhaps it was the newly attached fear of what was entailed when Dalton shut his eyes or maybe it was the fact your eyes were playing tricks on you and you kept seeing figures in the corner of the dorm by your bed. The lights in the room were all on so it’s not like shadows were playing games with you. There was just something you knew wasn’t right and you couldn’t quite place it.

Placing your leg to rest across Dalton’s, you moved more onto your side and clutched your fist into his shirt. Feeling that if you held onto him tighter somehow, someway he’d be less likely to drift away from you. Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to shut your eyes. Convincing yourself that your anxiety was bedeviling you to imagine things that weren’t there. Finding solace in hearing the steady pace of Dalton’s heartbeat, your body finally drifted into sleep.

~*~

When your eyes finally fluttered open, Dalton was gone, and the light in the room came from the sun poking through the blinds of the windows. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, when your eyes refocused you could’ve sworn you saw something crouched in the corner by your bed. Feeling your heartbeat accelerate you quickly jumped from the bed and turned on the overhead lights. Feeling safer with the light shining in all the corners that left you with uncertainty.

Finding your phone in the sheets you saw you had about 30 minutes before your first class. Grabbing your toiletry bag, you walked to the bathrooms to get yourself ready for the day. Some people were walking in and out of the bathrooms but not nearly as many when it’s earlier in the morning. In your peripherals, you kept track of the bodies that came and went, which meant you were completely aware when you realized you were the only one in the bathroom.

You examined your body. All of the now garnet markings were now fully settled into your skin and you stared at yourself in pity. Wondering for a swift moment, what you looked like from an outside perspective. Quelling your thoughts, you began brushing your teeth, staring down the bathroom through the mirrors, you kept track of the bottom half of the stalls making sure that you saw no unusual shadows forming. Your anxiety was turning into paranoia and it was getting hard to ignore. Everything from the building settling to a bird flying past the window had you on edge.

Leaning down to spit the remainder of your toothpaste out, you let your guard down a tiny bit. Finishing rinsing your mouth out, when you brought your head back up from the sink a contorted face was behind you in your reflection. The horror that chilled your bones left you frozen when you made contact with a familiar pair of amber irises. The peeling skin on the red and black face behind you was enough to give you nightmares for the next five decades.

Your scream died in your throat, because who would believe you if you told them what you saw? Turning around to face your consternation, you were immediately stunned as you realized there was nothing behind you. It was just you in the bathroom and the now haunting sound of the faucet running. You tried to calm your breathing but you just decided to grab your bag and book it out of the bathroom suddenly not feeling safe, anywhere.

Going back inside your dorm, you were grateful that your class was online today. You didn’t think you’d be able to make it through the process of dressing yourself knowing there’d be a moment in time where you wouldn’t be able to see your surroundings. Grabbing your computer, you sat on Dalton’s bed, needing to be able to see every nook and cranny of the room. Logging into the video call for your class, you started to feel exhausted and almost estranged from your body.

You focused a little bit more when you heard your professor’s voice come through the speakers but it wasn’t for long until you felt yourself drifting away again. As your class was getting ready to wrap up, Dalton pushed through the door canvas first. You wouldn’t have noticed him if his canvas wasn’t whacking against the door. You gave him a small nod acknowledging him and stared back at your screen, almost getting lost in the pixels.

As your professor gave her goodbyes, you felt your eyes growing heavy and soon you were overcome with sleep. Realizing you could relax now with Dalton in the room with you. As your head bobbed, your body woke you up from the sudden movement and you felt like you weren’t connected with yourself. As if you were two separate entities but still in the same body. It felt like you were in a video game watching someone control you.

As Dalton set all of his stuff down, you stretched your arms out looking at him with unintentional doe eyes. He came over to you, letting you wrap your arms around his slim waist as his hands gently caressed your cheeks. Dropping his hands to your shoulders he tried to read your features before asking.

“Everything okay while I was gone?”

You thought about your answer for a moment, almost not wanting to share what you saw earlier today. It felt like something was blocking your ability to speak but you shoved the feeling down with the comfort of your worry standing right in front of you. If you guys were gonna get through this at all you had to be completely transparent with one another.

“I saw this thing while I was in the bathroom today. It had a red and black face and the same yellow eyes as you did last night. Scared the hell outta me.”

As you recited the event to Dalton, his eyes carried a knowing dread, but before he could get the chance to offer any deliberate thought, you suddenly felt overwhelmingly touchy. Pulling at his belt loops to bring him closer to you, you began bunting your face into his stomach. Needing to feel him on you in some sort of capacity.

You felt yourself beginning to drift away from your body again but this time you leaned into the feeling. Falling victim to a conjuration you weren’t even aware of yet. The moment in the bathroom where you held a deep gaze, full of terror with that decrepit monster was one where your body was no longer your own. You know you had to fight for the flesh vessel that was your own but the feelings you had brewing were taking precedence over the ordeal.

“Missed you today. It got so lonely while you were away.”

Dalton was in a state of muddled confusion. His hands were no longer offering you the comfort they did when he first came in, but now he was using them to push you away, attempting to get a better look at you. When you resisted him pushing your body away, he sighed above you trying to find his words.

“Y/n, we can’t just not talk about what you saw. That thing is haunting you now too.”

It was like listening to a conversation between two people inside your head. Whatever you wanted to say would die the moment you opened your mouth and something else wildly different would escape instead.

“I’m not afraid of it anymore–besides, I don’t wanna talk about it right now. I just want you.”

Patting his bed, you told him to sit which he did hesitantly. Once he was on your level, you nestled your head in the conjunction of his neck and shoulders meet. Inhaling his scent discreetly enough that it could be mistaken for a deep breath, his smell made you woozy. Intoxicated.

“I just wanna make you feel good.”

Your eyes were lidded so when Dalton craned his neck to respond to you, he couldn’t quite see your eyes.

“Y/n, I don’t think we should~mm!”

His words suddenly grew stale on his tongue as you moved your body to kiss him. As his eyes widened, you closed yours conveying your need for him. He took a few seconds to reciprocate the gesture, but once he did you took full opportunity to get him on his back and present himself to you. You broke the kiss so that his legs could fully get on the bed and you were swift to straddle him.

Gunning for his lips again, you didn’t give him much time for refusal. Your hands wandered his body committing all of curves to memory. Breaking the kiss, you allowed him to catch his breath but within seconds you were on his jawline placing open mouthed kisses along his skin. Moving your attack to his neck, you found his sweet spot tucked right below his ear. Dalton whined out and it was apparent that the noise that came out of him surprised him by how quickly he silenced himself. He couldn’t see it but there was a wicked smile that spread across your face knowing he was right where you needed him.

“Don’t go silent on me, baby. I wanna hear you scream.”

Licking a stripe up from the base of his neck to his sweet spot, you bit at the skin. A small moan followed by a hiss escaped his mouth and when you pulled away you were pleased that the mark you left looked similar to your own. You started to feel Dalton relax into the feeling of the pleasure you were giving him and you started to feel the bulge in his pants begin to strain against the fabric. Returning your assault to his slightly swollen lips now, you rolled your hips over his. Barely satisfying the ache you were beginning to feel pool between your legs.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from him and began to snake your hand down his body, your head hovering over the trail you made till you met the hem of his jeans. Taking one finger, you swiped across the fabric, your nails gently scratching at the skin above it. Goosebumps blooming across his skin, you heard him whine above you.

“Y/n/n, please.”

With the angle you were at, a derisive smirk cast on your face but Dalton couldn’t see that. Unbuckling his belt and undoing the zipper and button of his pants, you finally looked up at him. Your smirk turning into a full on grin when you saw the fear that quickly painted his features. His body froze and his breathing became labored, trying to persuade himself into thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him. But as he blinked rapidly, the scene in front of him didn’t change.

Those golden irises had replaced the eyes he had grown so fond of. The grin that stayed plastered on your face was discomposing to him and gratifying to your own desire. You palmed his dick through the fabric and that motion brought him back to his body. Trying to squirm out from underneath you flared your hand and an invisible force kept his body pinned to the bed. Coming back up to be face to face with Dalton, your smile faded and your eyebrows furrowed with feigned worry.

Petting his cheek, he tried to move away from your hand but his attempt was futile. Whatever was pinning him down had no intentions of letting him go any time soon. With an ersatz version of sympathy painting your features you finally spoke. Your voice altered a familiar rasp in your tone.

“Don’t you want me, Dalton?”

Snaking back down to his undone pants, you pulled them off with his underwear just enough so that his weeping, blush tipped cock was freed from its confinements. As his cock rested on his stomach, you flattened your tongue to drag up from his balls to his tip. Dalton’s body reluctantly rolled up in reaction to how sensitive he was.

“Don’t you want me to make you feel good, baby?”

Grabbing the base of his cock, you gathered up enough spit to dangle a wad down onto his tip. Circling his tip with your tongue, your hand collected the spit and spread it down his shaft. Fully encasing your mouth around his tip, Dalton hissed at the unexpected action. Prodding your tongue out against his shaft every time your head bobbed down, Dalton’s body was squirming at the newfound euphoria he was feeling.

Picking up your pace, you slowed down every time his sounds got a little bit louder, wanting to see how long he could hold out for. As he involuntarily rolled his hips into your mouth, you pulled off of him completely causing a small whine to squeeze past his lips. Dalton was so wrapped up in the feeling of your body sending him into a state of sexual haze that almost forgot it wasn't really you. As your possessed form hovered over his face again, you continued to stroke his cock as you spoke.

“To think you spent all the time taking care of her last night just to let the same thing happen to you…”

Suddenly the pressure that he once felt on his body was gone and he turned his face away so he wouldn’t have to commit your yellowed eyes to memory. A flash of impassioned rage coursed through your veins as you brought your free hand to grab the sides of his face forcing him to look at you.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you. You’re both disgusting getting off on this, but for some reason, I think you’ll have an easier time admitting your guilt.”

Dalton’s eyes widened in fear and realization of what his body was about to release. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes rolled back allowing only the whites of his eyes to be seen. You relished in his irrefutable ecstasy and moved back down to his heavy cock. Wrapping your lips around his prurient length, you massaged his balls and with a few bobs of your head, Dalton released his load into your mouth. The velocity of his spurts of cum tickling the back of your throat.

Dalton was in a hazed rapture. Fighting with his morals of how wrong the situation was but how good it all felt. His legs stiffened and he fisted his hands into his sheets in a desperate attempt to ground himself from the absolute pleasure coursing through him. You continued sucking at his length, overstimulating, and milking him of all he had. The moans that left him were airy but frequent, with the occasional low tone coming through them. You couldn’t deny the pulsing that was happening between your legs every time a sound left him. He was completely at your mercy

“Stop stop stop.”

When the pleasure became too much, Dalton pushed at your head to get you off of him. The overstimulation pushed him to a state he had never been in before. As Dalton tried to catch his breath, you removed yourself from your underwear and placed your heat on top of his length rolling your hips to get some type of friction. You were hungry, needy for some type of sexual zeal and there was only one thing that could satisfy this ache. Dalton.

Dalton’s eyes were heavy and shameless, still recovering from the aftershocks of his orgasm he writhed in tandem with the movement of your hips. Slowly examining his face, you carded your fingers through his hair, moving back a few stray pieces. He looked completely fucked out, so much so that you almost felt he didn’t deserve anything else.

Placing your lips upon his, you dribbled some of his cum back into his mouth. His eyes blew open and his cries were muffled. The sudden taste of his own briny and tangy juices being spat into his mouth was more than unexpected. When you pulled away from him, there was a concoction of spit and cum smeared around his mouth. Gripping his face in your hand again, your amber eyes held a certain dominance and wicked enjoyment that sent chills up Dalton’s spine. Whether out of fear or arousal, he couldn't place nor did he have the capacity to after your demand.

“Swallow.”

As Dalton was overcome with an overzealous desire gift wrapped in terror, he failed to notice your body moving for its next attack. Before Dalton had the chance to realize what was going on, his ruined and wanton cock was slipped into your beatific cunt. The moan that left Dalton was whorish in nature and barely sounded like it was his own.

“Shit!”

Without missing a beat you began bouncing on his cock with complete and utter ardor and empressement. Each time your lower bodies connected your clit so deliciously rubbed against him sending lascivious chills across your skin and an aching pulse within your walls. Dalton’s head was rubbing into the pillow beneath him, his eyes closed in what felt like divine ecstasy. Again, you were met with an overwhelming urge to reprimand him. Raising your hand mid air, it gained enough speed to usher a slap that echoed in the room.

His eyes opened immediately, stupified by the sting that was spidering across the surface of his skin. Switching to roll your hips so you could get as much friction on your meretricious cunt. You were leaking all over him, your sickeningly angelic juices were marking him as your own. Panting and grounding himself to find his voice, Dalton looked up at you, eyes and body drunk on your pussy.

“Why, why did you slap me?”

Something similar to a growl rumbled in your throat as a sinful giggle left your mouth.

“Aww, baby, did it hurt? Here, I’ll kiss it better.”

Slowing down your hips, you leaned forward and sloppily licked over Dalton’s cheek and then leaving what resembled a tender kiss on his skin. The small act of tenderness made a glimmer of hope bubble in his stomach thinking that maybe the worst was over. But as you moved away from his cheek, he was unfortunately still met with your yellowed irises. Dalton didn’t have long to stare before you ducked your head down again, licking at the barely dried concoction of cum and spit that was still littered around his mouth.

Cleaning up the mess with your tongue you straightened yourself out, placing your hands on his torso taking him in in such a state. Caressing your hands down the sides of his ribcage a filthy idea conquered your mind. Grabbing Dalton’s wrists, you placed his hands on your hips and smiled down at him.

“Fuck me. Like it’s the only thing your good for. Make me cum.”

Like a dog, he was quick to action. Situating himself so that he had better leverage, Dalton began pounding into you from underneath. He was whining, whimpering, and had the most endearing face of focus. Eyebrows furrowed, lips curled around his teeth trying to pacify his sounds, and a thin sheen of sweat on his brow.

“Fuck! I-I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last. Y/n~ah!”

“Aww, you’re gonna cum? Did you ask if you could fucking cum?”

“No, no I didn’t. I’m s-sorry.”

You gripped his face again, making sure that he’d see flash images of this for days. Pushing on the sides of cheeks, you forced his mouth to pry open prepping a wad of spit in your own.

“Open.”

Dalton complied and you set free the wad of spit directly into his mouth and he swallowed without instruction to do so. With his hips stilled you started bouncing on his cock again, relishing in how each inch slid in and out of you. The stretch of his length alerting you to something else. Your walls were clenching around his throbbing cock and he moaned out in protest.

“Please, please let me cum!”

“Beggin' now?”

Your tone was disgustingly smug, the demon possessing you well aware of what it was doing to your relationship. As if someone just woke you up from a nap, suddenly the pleasure that your body was feeling was becoming more and more overwhelming. You were becoming more aware and what entity that was fronting as you was beginning to fade away. Dalton’s voice hissing out in utter euphoria brought you back to your body completely.

“Fuck, please! I can’t hold it.”

You couldn’t stop your body from its carnal instinct to keep moving and to run over that precipice of full body bliss. As the warmth exploded in your core, your body gushed over Dalton’s. The euphoria your body felt unable to control how it escaped you. As you were coming down from your high, your body was still moving and you felt your walls become stained with a fountain of ivory strokes. The sound that left Dalton was so choked and full of fervor, you couldn’t help the involuntary fluttering your flooded pussy had around his cock.

The room was sticky and hot, the only sound being the heavy breaths from both of you trying to calm your bodies down. You weren’t sure whether to move or to just continue staring at Dalton’s limp form. Running your hands through his hair, his eyes fluttered open, more than delighted to see the warmness of your eyes back. The vibrant yellow hue nowhere to be seen. The confused haze you were in earlier was not present either. You were completely aware and were contending with the fact that it happened again. What you didn’t expect was the faint apology that came from Dalton.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

“For what?”

“All of this.”

You sighed not entirely sure if you should be having this conversation while he was still winding down and still inside of you.

“Let’s save the serious conversations for when we’re not fucked out and the room doesn’t smell of sex.”

Dalton chuckled lightly, feeling so relieved that it was you again. His intuition hadn’t proved him wrong yet but he felt like there was no way this could occur a third time. Whatever that entity wanted it got and that was satisfactory enough for him. Sliding off of Dalton, you laid on your side next to him.

“We should probably go wash up, huh?”

Dalton nodded but he didn’t make any motion to move. Instead, he grabbed your body and pulled you closer to him.

“Yeah, but let’s just lay here for a moment. I need to remember what you feel like.”

Letting your hand wander up to his hair again, you carded through his locks admiring his face. He leaned into the feeling, pushing his face into your hand as you caressed down his face. Swiping your thumb across his cheek a small shred of doubt crept up.

“We gonna be okay?”

Dalton laughed through his nose, the sentiment absolving you of your doubt.

“Yeah, y/n. We’re gonna be okay.”

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Your writing is my favorite and it's nice to see Black writers writing for Kny <33 Could you write a NSFW one-shot with Mitsuri x Obanai x Sub! Black Reader? Reader just got her hair done in passion twists and the other two can't stop thinking about pulling her pretty hair as they taking her?

Lustful fantasy

Paring: Mitsuri x Iguro x Black!fem reader

Synopsis: your husband and wife have a new hair pulling kink unlocked then they see your pretty passion twists

Content: Hair pulling, overstimulation, oral (reader receiving), 3some, Dom Mitsuri, Dom Iguro, sub reader, rough sex, full Nelson (look it up lol), accidental creampie, squirting, cum eating, cervix kissing, pussy drunk Iguro and Mitsuri

Word count: 3.2k words

A/n: YOU LIKE MY WRITING!?😝 THANK YOU OMG♡♡ and ikr? I love seeing other black writers on here. Also I wanted to make iguro have a split tounge... but maybe that could be for another fic with him and just y/n? 👀 anyways enjoy this!

"I've arrived. Oh? The master isn't here?" You looked around the room to see the rest of the hashira sat down but no sign of the Master. Your lovers, Mitsuri and Iguro sighed in relief, worried you might've slept in and showed up to the meeting late since they had to leave before you. In your shared home, they knew someone was overdoing your hair, but they didn't expect this hairstyle to take so long in the night.

The master is very strict with the hasira being on time for meetings, and they wouldn't be able to excuse you even if they desperately wanted to, but luckily, you're here now before the master showed up. Before you could walk over to sit with your wife and husband, Mitsuri got up and ran towards you and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Y/n, your hair looks amazing! You look so gorgeous!!!" Mitsuri squeals and kisses your cheek. "Your hair also smells nice. Almost like honey." Mitsuri sniffs your hair, and you giggle from feeling of the tip of her nose poke your scalp. "Thank you, sweetness. The person who did my hair used Shine n Jam," you said and hugged Mitsuri back, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

"I will say. Your hair dose look lovely y/n. It's much longer than before. You'll look like Muichiro when you fight demons out there," Shinobu complimented with a faint blush on her cheeks. Muichiro stares at you intensely, trying to remember if your hair was always this long, but it didn't matter. He liked your hair. "Thank you, Shinobu," you said and then smiled at Muichiro, knowing he's admiring your hair.

"Come, let's sit." Your hand rests on Mitsuri's back as you walk over to sit next to iguro in the back. As you sat down, Mitsuri couldn't help but stare at you with a big smile on her face. "Can I touch it?" She asked, almost begging and you chuckle. "I always do" you said and watched her play with your long passion twist in her hand. Shinobu noticed giyuu's eyes staring at your hair as you walked by with it swaying side to side and nudged his arm to encourage to complement you.

Giyuu gulps and opens his mouth to speak. "I dont recall your hair being this long. What hairstyle is it? I think it looks nice." Giyuu said. A loud hissing sound was made by Kaburamaru at giyuus compliment, and giyuu looked away from you, feeling iguros energy. "If you can't even tell what hairstyle y/n has don't compliment her. She doesn't need your praise on her appearance. Only Just Mitsuri and I," Iguro said and glared at giyuu. "Don't you even mention kochi. I like her so she can compliment y/n"

"Oh, come now." You shook your head with a chuckle, knowing Iguro used this chance to be hateful towards Giyuus wholesome compliment. It's no surprise that Iguro is possessive of you and Mitsuri. He just can't help it. Iguro wants to be the only man his women receive compliments from and not from any other man, no matter how pure the compliment is. Especially no from Giyuu.

You rest your head on Iguro's shoulder and look at him with soft eyes to calm him down. Mitsuri also looked at him with puppy eyes, and he eventually turned his head away to stop. You chuckled knowing that's his way of saying sorry when he takes things a bit too far at an inappropriate time.

"These are called passion twits. I added hair to mine to make it this long. Thank you for saying it looks nice, Giyuu." You smiled at Giyuu, and he nods, still keeping his gaze away from you. Iguro rolled his eyes but quickly straightened up once the master and his children walked in.

The meeting had started, and the other hashira became more talkative, including their thoughts and idea. You weren't as talkative like the other hashira. You sit back and observe the conversation until you feel you're ready to add your opinion or disagreements, but as of now, it just felt like a regular meeting.

You listened to the master and the other hashira speak until you felt Iguro touch the ends of your hair since his hand kept brushing past your ass. Your eyes squinted to focus on the meeting. Your eyes looked over at iguro and seen how He's paying attention to the meeting while his hand is somewhere else, distracting you. Iguro leaned closer to you and whispered, "You look beautiful with long hair," he said.

You only hummed in response and kept focus on the master. You knew Mitsuri and Iguro loved your natural hair, they even convince you to show it off all the time but since you got your hair done this long, you can tell they were loving it and being very touchy with you at the most inappropriate time. Mitsuri couldn't help but tug a strand of your hair and watch as your head jerks back. You hide back a groan, but the sound you made was enough for the master to stop speaking.

"Y/n is that you? What's wrong." Kagaya said. Iguro and Mitsuri quickly took their hands off you and put their hands back in their laps. All the hashira turned back to look at you, and you cleared your throat. "Apologies master. There's a pin poking my skin in my uniform." You faked holding your side and fixed your uniform. "Oh my, that's not good. After this meeting, you should get that checked out. I've never heard of a pin being left behind in an unform after it's been made," he said

"Frist time for everything." You chuckle, playing it off, cool, and sighed in relief once the meeting continued. "You're being too playful.." You spoke through your teeth in some annoyance as you whispered to Mitsuri. Although your wife may even be loving and a big sweetheart, she can be a big tease with you. Iguro, on the other hand, can be more playful when he's with you and Mitsuri rather than serious all the time. They knew what they were doing but couldn't help it.

Iguro took a turn at tugging on your hair, and you looked at him with annoyance. It felt like bullying, but it wasn't hard tugs to mess up your pretty hair. It was more sensual. Iguro got hard just imaging how he can tug on his hair as he fucks you from behind and Mitsuri couldn't help but think of how she can pull your hair like how you do to her in bed. Their thoughts were driving them crazy they were definitely going to have fun with you once this meeting is over.

"Don't be like that. I'm sorry." Iguro stops you from walking away any further in the house by wrapping his arms around your waist. "I won't pull your hair again. Right, Mitsuri?" Iguro said, and Mitsuri nodded, giving you a kiss on the lips. You roll your eyes. "It's not that... you guys almost got us caught being all touchy, especially at the meeting. I hope you won't do that again," you said with your arms crossed. "I won't, I swear! I'm sorry, baby!" Mitsuri said almost on the verge of tears.

"It's okay," you grinned and looked back at Iguro. "I won't do that again. However, you didn't seek to have a problem with the hair pulling, though.." Iguro said, letting go on your hips and touching your arms. Your uniform is the exact same as tengens, so it made it very easy for iguro to not only touch your arms but also slit his hands into your unform to cup at your boobs. "Well, no... I don't mind it. You two have just always been scared to pull my hair, but clearly, not now," you said in a seductive tone as you felt Iguro grab your tits.

"When was the last time we've had sex together?" Mitsuri said as her hand touched the bottoms on your uniform and began to undo them. As a hashira, you rarely have the time to have any intimacy. Sometimes, Iguro would miss out on the fun if he's out on a mission, and you and Mitsuri are having sex. Sometimes Mitsuri would miss out when it's you and Iguro, and sometimes you'd miss out if it's iguro and Mitsuri having sex without you.

"Too long since we've had sex together," you whispered against her lips and watched as your tits popped out once Mitsuri undose your uniform. "Why? You two wanna pull on my hair that badly?" You teased, followed by a soft moan when iguros fingers slip into your bra. "Do I want you? I couldn't stop thinking about pulling your hair all day," Iguro said and pressed his crotch on your ass to feel how hard he was. "Can we? I know you just got it done, but I couldn't stop thinking about Mitsuri asked as her knee gose between your legs.

"Of course you can," you said. Your hands reach Mitsuri, pushing the front of her uniform aside and watching as her boobs flop out of the opening of her uniform. You pulled Mitsuri closer, having her boobs press agiants yours and then snuck your hand underneath her skirt to play with her pussy through her panties. You start to rub her clit and then grinding your ass back on Iguro.

Mitsuri moaned and let out a small whine once she felt iguros' fingers rub against her nipples since her boobs were pressed agiants yours and iguros fingers were playing with your nipple inside your bra. "The master was right. You should get this uniform looked at. Maybe even a new one," Iguro said and began to rip your pants off your lower half. You gasped once your ripped bottoms fell to the floor, and you were your panties.

"Needy, aren't you?" You look back at Iguro and reach your hand back to his mask to rip it off his face. Iguro chuckles and then gives you a kiss. "Yes. I am. Let's take this to the bedroom, " Iguro said. Mitsuri bends down to pick you up into her arms, and you quickly hold onto her. "Let's go! Hehe" she said, more happy then usual but in reality she couldn't wait to get ride of the seuxal frustration she's been holding back from not having with both her husband and wife in a while.

Once you were in your shared room, you and Mitsuri began to strip down Iguro as he sat at the edge of the bed. Mitsuri kisses Iguro passionately as she takes off the top of his uniform, and you take off the bottom, pulling his pants down to his ankles, and then going back up to kiss his abs, then kissing and sucking lightly on tip through his boxers.

Mitsuri's hand caresses Iguro's pecs and then travels down his musclar body to his abs. Iguro kissed Mitsuri with tounge, moaning in her mouth as you kept teasing his hard cock through his underwear and then reached to grab at Mitsuri's tits. "Iguro~ oh.." Mitsuri pulled away from the kiss and sat pretty as Iguro teased her nipples. "Yes, Mitsuri, what is it, pretty girl?" He asked her and gave her another kiss. "Mhm~ let me go down there with y/n. I have an idea," Mitsuri said.

You stopped teasing Iguro through his underwear and looked up at Mitsuri. "Go ahead. Your ideas are always good in bed, " Iguro said. Mitsuri gets down from the bed and onto the floor next to you. She faces you with her, her body facing you while your body is between Iguros's legs. "What's the new idea?" You asked and then watched as her hand caresses your cheek, then gosee to your hair.

"Fuck.." you whisper as Mitsuri's hand begins to wrap her hand around in your twists, getting a fist full of your hair and then pulling it "instead of you sucking Iguro's cock, how about I help you do it and then let iguro fuck your throat after" Mitsuri said and kisses your cheek "as long as I get to suck it I'll go along with anything you say, Mitsuri" You grinned as you looked at her.

"Good girl," Mitsuri said. You and Mitsuri take each side of Iguros boxers and began to pull it down and watch his cock spring out "just look how hard he is" Mitsuri said and strokes his cock. She leans forward to kiss the tip and looks up at Iguro's flushed face. "Enough teasing... I'll cum from just that" Iguro blushes and brings his hand to your face, pressing his thumb on your bottom lip "Open. Let me feel these pretty lips around my cock" He said and you open your mouth wide enough for him to grab the base of his cock and push it inside your mouth.

Your hands rest on Iguro's inner thighs and you begin to suck his cock freely. Mitsuri and Iguro watch you from different views, taking his cock in your mouth and watching your saliva slobber all over it. "That's it, y/n. Just like that," Iguro's head falls back as a sexual sigh comes out from his throat as you suck him off. "I've never told you this but not only do you look pretty eating pussy, you also look pretty sucking a cock" Mitsuri said, tighting your hair in her grip and begins to bob your head herself on Iguro's cock.

Your eyes shut, your nails dig into Iguro's skin hard, and you breathe through your nose heavily as your mouth takes more of your husband's big cock. Mitsuri kept pulling your hair back and pushing your head down and looked up to see Iguro becoming a moaning mess. He grunts as his hands grip onto the sheets "Keep taking control of y/n. You're making her head, Bob just right," He said. Mitsuri smiles cutely at his praise and begins to make you suck his cock faster, making his tip hit the back of your throat.

You hum loudly around Iguro's cock from Mitsuri's rough movements but you still continue to let her use your head to pleasure Iguro.

"Y/n," Iguro moaned, saying your name in a husky voice. Mitsuri, adjust your head just enough to make you look up at Iguro as she continues to bob your head. "You're doing so good taking my cock but don't you think Mitsuri is left out?" He pants "haa~ rub her pretty clit while I fuck your throat. Make us both cum" Iguro said. Mitsuri let go of your hair and was quickly taken over by Iguro.

"Hmph~" you moan on his cock in response. You looked over at Mitsuri as best as you could and reach your hand past her thighs for your fingers to play with her clit. "Oh gosh, y/n," Mitsuri moaned, scooching closer to you "oh that feels so good," she moans again, this time in your ear. Her moans made your pussy throb, you rub her clit in circles faster to hear her pretty moans in your ear more.

Mitsuri was wet already, and so sesntive. She got caught up with seeing the lovely site of you sucking Iguro off she always forgot how sesntive she is when it's her turn to be pleasured. "Keep going, please keep going," Mitsuri begs, and you didn't stop. Iguro's tip kept hitting the back of your throat as he fucks it and watches as your glossy eyes look up at him, almost rolling to the back of your head. "Fuck... oh fuck. I'm close" a soft whimper escapes his lips and his thrust becoming sloppy as he releases his cum down your throat.

"Y/n... y/n.. y-y/n!" Mitsuri moaned your name repeatedly, grinding herself on your fingers as cums. Her clit throbs on your fingers and her body trembles from her orgasm, she whimpers as you played with her pussy a little more until pulling your hand away. Iguro lossened his grip on your hair, letring it go and watches your long passion twists fall on your back. You pull his cock out of your mouth and gasped for air and sat down fully on the ground, catching your breath.

Mitsuri grabs your chin to make you look at her and smiles. "Thank gosh, we didn't mess up your pretty hair too much," she said and kissed your cheek. You look at her in a haze and smiled "You did such a good job," she said and kissed your lips and kissed you again, holding your face in her hands. "Mhm hmm," you moaned as you kissed her back with tongue, letting her taste what iguro left behind.

"You have to share Mitsuri," Iguro teased. Mitsuri pulled away from the kiss and crawled around, sitting behind you. "I am iguro, but just look at how wet she is." Mitsuri's hands open your thighs and then use her fingers to spread your pussy open in a 'V' shape. "Put your fingers in. Our poor wife's pussy is throbbing, clenching on nothing" Iguro said in tease and Mitsuri giggled as her slender fingers dip inside your wet cunt.

"Mitsuri~" you moaned and your head falls back on her shoulder as she fingers your faster, curling her fingers deep inside preparing you for Iguro to fuck you. "Just listen to how wet you are. I can't wait to taste you while iguro fucks you" She whispers in your ear. Mitsuri fingers you a little longer, just enough for your pussy to open up more then then pulled her fingers out.

"Mitsuri, please. I was just about to cum" you whimpered from your ruined orgasm. "Come here" iguro said and lays down on the bed. "Come on. Be a good girl" Mitsuri said so sweetly but gives your ass a spank. You quickly got up and crawled onto the bed with Mitsuri following behind you.

Once you were inches away from Iguro your eyes fell down to his cock "It's still hard" you mention and kissed iguro as your habd strokes it. He kissed you back, his hand going to your boob and groping it until he pulled back "It's gonna stay hard until I fuck you, or Mitsuri but I know she's the one who wants to have you in this postion" Iguro chuckled.

You rasied your brow in confusion. This postion? You didn't follow, so you turned back to Mitsuri for her to clarify. "Oh, you want to try it now?" She asked Iguro, and he nodded. "Try what?" You asked, and Mitsuri giggled.

"y/n, please let iguro put you in a full Nelson. I want to see you spread out for me while I suck on your clit" Mitsuri smiled as you look at her in shock. "I'm not as flexible as you, Mitsuri.." you said, and your gaze was turned back to Iguro when his fingers gripped onto your chin. "You will be with my help," iguro said, "Now turn around"

You gulped and turned your body around at iguro's request. Or rather his demand. Once you were turned around and sat down, Iguro's hands sneak underneath your thighs, and you look forward to seeing Mitsuri examining your body as Iguro continues.

Iguro slowly lifts up your thighs. You feel his hands slowly reaching the back of your neck as his strong arms grab a hold on your thighs to pull them back. "Iguro!" You said his name in a mixture of a groan and a moan as you felt your thighs stratch back. "Look at that. You underestimated your own flexibility. You're perfect for this position," Iguro purs in your ear.

"You're so right, Iguro.. i love seeing y/n like this" Mitsuri said, looking at your body up exposed to her and seeing how your pussy opened up perfectly. Mitsuri licks her hand, having it fully coated in her saliva, and rubs her hand on your entrance. She then grabs Iguros cock in her hand, stroking his wet cock a few times before pressing his tip againts your wet folds and then letting Iguro push him length inside you.

You moan in relief at just the few inches but also being able to have your pussy clench down on something again. Your pretty tits bounce as Iguro wasted no time, fucking the rest of his length inside you and your pretty tits bouncing as his hips thrusts upwards. He hums in pleasure as your gummy walls suck him in and his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix "how dose it feel y/n? Don't be shy. Let Iguro know," Mitsuri said as she came closer to you and kissed your cheek and then your chin.

"S'good~" your mouth hangs open and your brows knit together as you gasped from his thick cock stretching you out. You let out a quivering moan as Mitsuri moves your long twits to the side and kisses your neck, giving you soft love bites as well as licking your neck and then feeling iguros heavy breaths hit the back of your neck. Iguro wanted to kiss your neck so badly but he bottomed out, his mouth being hung up as well as he let out a series of having breaths and deep moans.

"Oh my god.." you let out a long whine as you felt Iguro so deep inside, feeling his tip hit your cervix and feeling every vain on his cock drag in and out againts your walls. "S'good~ fuck.." you moaned and Mitsuris hands begin to play with your tits. "These nipples are so hard," Mitsuri said, arching her back as she leaned down to suck on a nipple while playing with the others between her slender fingers. "Mitsuri.." You whimper her name, and your thigh shakes in Iguros hold.

"C'mon. Moan for me" Iguro said as he thrusts upwards harder, making you let out a yelp. "Louder, louder... louder. Let anyone outside know how I'm fucking you dumb and how good your taking it" Iguro moaned as his thrusts got faster and more intense as his skin claps againts yours. "Look at that. His tip if poking through your tummy" Mitsuri said and kisses down your body until her lips stop at he bulge in your stomach. "Igurooo~!" You moan his name loudly as you look at Mitsuri and trembles as she kisses your tummy were the bulge is.

Mitsuri gose down further to your clit and gives it a soft lick. "Mitsuri!! Mitsuri- Mitsuri!" Your pussy clenched harder on Iguro's cock, making him groan as your thighs couldn't help try and shut together. Iguros strong arms had a good grip on your thighs. You couldn't shut them, and Mitsuri went in to lick your clit, making you let out a scream-ish moan. "Why are you running from it~" Iguro moaned and bites your eat lob softly.

"M'not... haa~ it's so much~" you sob as you watch Mitsuri's tounge licks your clit and then going down to lick at iguros shaft. She moans as got more of your taste of the white ring around Iguro's cock and grins in satisfaction, getting a taste of you and then sucked on his balls.

"Oh fuck- fuck...fuck..fuck" Iguro grunts, almost growling at the feeling of Mitsuri's mouth suck his balls and began to fuck you senseless, making your body jerk upwards from his brutal thrusts. You continue to let out screams on pleasure. Iguro's tip bullied your cervix repeatedly while hitting the right spots and Mitsuri's tounge going back to your clit.

Mitsuri's mouth opened. Her lips practically capturing your whole pussy in her mouth as she kisses and sucks on your clit while having her hand massage Iguros heavy balls as his cock pounds into you. Mitsuri's free hand gose underneath her as slips two fingers inside herself, moaning on your pussy and getting off to your pleasure.

"M'gonma cum!!" You bit your quivering lip with drool running down the side of your chin as you squirt in Mitsuri's mouth seconds after, screaming in pleasure. Mitsuri shut her eyes as your juices spray out on her face but continues to suck on your clit as she fingers herself faster, enjoying you being overestimated.

Iguro couldn't warn you of his orgasm. He was so caught up in feeling of your wetness and your pussy squeezing him in, it sent him into a haze, almost holding him back from pulling out fully to cum. Instead Iguro holds your shaking thighs, pulling out as much as he could but still came insde your pussy, then pulling out fully letting the rest of his cum shoot on Mitsuri's chest.

Iguro holds you as you both calm down with heavy breaths, leaving your lips. "You're lucky... I took my pills" you sigh as your head falls back as you felt his cum leak out of you. "I don't know. I think you'll look pretty with a baby in you." Iguro let out a dry chuckled and rubbed your stomach. Mitsuri did as well and licked your cum off her lips and then touched her chest dipping her fingers in Iguro's cum "sometimes I wish I could get you pregnant" Mitsuri said and licked her fingers.

"Mitsuri, stop" You grinned, bitting your lip as your pussy throbbed at her comment. Iguro, let's go and then shift your body to the side, off of him and onto the bed. Mitsuri giggles and then lays on top of you, wrapping her arms around your neck. "Don't sleep yet, ok? We have to take a bath, and then I can give you your gift, " she said and kissed your cheek.

"Gift?" You asked while rubbing her back. "Mitsuri learned how to make bonnets since you said it'd be nice if we wore bonnets with you to sleep... all three of them are pink," Iguro said as he put his arm around you, laying next to you. "IGURO!" Mitsuri whined."I wanted to tell y/n. How cruel, " She said, and you laughed at her. "Thank you, baby." You kissed her forehead and then looked at Iguro. "Stop teasing her. She's too sweet for that"

"But you do it all the time," Iguro said, smiled and leaned in to kiss you. "And I'm sorry. Just wanted to be silly," He said to Mitsuri and kissed her. "Your body is ok, right?" Iguro asked while his other hand rubs your thigh. "I'm not. I'll be sore tomorrow, but every hashira feels that way. So no difference there," you laughed, and so did they as the three of you laid in the bed for a little longer.

"By the way... Kaburamaru was watching the whole time.." you said and looked at the traumatized snake sitting at the corner of the room. "Oh.... come here, little Kaburamaru. Pspspps" Mitsuri tried to call for the snake. "I didn't even know he was there. I thought he was around my neck the whole time," Iguro said.

"....darling. next time put the snake somewhere eles when we have sex"

[vampzworld]

the one on which he worships you seonghwa x fem reader

MINORS DNI || this is a work of fiction, f i c t i o n. this isn't a representation of seonghwa in real life. || otherwise enjoy, and please dont plagiaries my work.

this is also my first time posting something on here so... idk how this is gonna go, but my friends said this is too good not to share so.. imma share. :) mwah :3

OH THERES A PLAYLIST I GATHERED TOO LET ME JUST :

summoning by sleep token

Chokehold by sleep token

Right here by chase atlantic

Candy by doja cat (PLAY THIS WHEN IT SAYS)

Wicked games by the weeknd

Renegade by aaryan shah

Earned it by the weeknd

Best friends by the weeknd

Im yours by isabel la rosa

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“A sign from god ? the gods? You are an angel. I am enraptured by your everything.” genre: friends/lovers, sexual tension. idk what else just enjoy <3 luv, mother. word count: 1757... ---------------------------------------------------

You just got off work and it was late at night, not too late where anyone was concerned but enough to get Seonghwa to text you and ask where you were. You guys worked under the same company but have been friends for years. You just broke up with your boyfriend so he had a reason to text and be concerned. You ignore his text and get in your car, you were an hour away from home. The drive home was peaceful until your phone was going off every other 2 minutes, you didn’t bother to check because you already knew who it was. You shoot Seonghwa a quick text, reassuring him that you are okay. The texts stop for a while, 8 minutes later you get a call from him. “Yes, Hwa how can i help you ?” you ask, rolling your eyes as you get on the last highway home. “Where are you?” he asks in a monotone kind of voice. “On the highway, can i finish my drive home in peace?” you retort. Lowkey regretting it, can he get a little demonic ? overprotective. Yea but he just cares about you that's all and needs you to be safe. “I’ll be waiting” he hangs up. THE FUCK is that supposed to fucking mean. You push it aside and the drive home goes by faster than you expected. You had no worries or regrets about the call, if only you knew what you were going home to. You get home, park your car and get in the elevator on the way to your apartment. Everything feels fine, so you calm down. Still pondering what Hwa meant as you walk to the elevator, you reminisce on how he growled his last sentence to you. You squeeze your legs in response to butterflies moving into your abdomen, no that's not right. Hwa is your friend and bitch get a grip you just got out of a relationship. That can't take away from what your body needs. 

You need to be fucked. You need Seonghwa. It's wrong. It is downright sinful, but you love it. Pressure further builds up throughout your entire body. You shake your head as you exit the elevator and begin the trip to your apartment. (candy by doja cat) You unlock your door and are taken aback by who you see sitting on your couch. Seonghwa is spread out on your couch with a look on his face only the devil himself can recreate. “What are you doing here Hwa?” you ask, setting down your things and making your way towards your couch. “ What.. how the FUCK did you get in?” you ask sitting down. He doesn’t speak, he just looks you up and down. Studying you like the mona lisa, his gaze is ravenous and you are matching the energy without even knowing. “You want me huh ?” he asks in a low tone. You gulp, wondering how he knew that. He moves near you slowly, hands gently tracing your legs and moving further. “Tell me you don’t want this” he says as he moves his hands to your thighs. “Tell me this is a sin, tell me this is wrong” he says as he moves up to your face, his breath tingling your neck sending chills down your body. You shudder as he nips your ear, “Tell me you don’t want this and I will stop” he says placing soft kisses on your neck and he unzips your jacket. You stop him and he looks you in your eyes with a look that is ravenous yet innocent. He is begging to experience you, taste you. He is ravenous. Is this wrong ? yes. Have you wanted him since the dawn of time ? yes. You nodded yes and he takes that and turns into someone you never knew existed. He starts at your neck placing rough passionate kisses on your neck, ones that will leave a mark. He slips off your jacket with a swiftness, and takes his hands down to your waist gripping it tightly like he is gonna lose you. He takes your shirt off revealing your boobs, he b-lines and latches on like a breastfeeding child. Playing with your nipples in his mouth, you arch your back in response to the pleasure. He takes note of that and massages your thighs and continues onto the other boob. You moan at the sensation, a heat building up between your legs. 

This is wrong so wrong, but it feels so right. 

He lays you down on your couch, taking your pants off slowly, never breaking eye contact. “So pretty baby, look at you so beautiful” he says as he places gentle kisses on your legs as your pants are finally off your legs. He makes eye contact with you before he gets up on his knees towering over you, the look he gives you makes you wet beyond belief. “Baby, you’re wet for me aren’t you?” he asks you as he makes his way to your underwear. He plays with your clit from the outside, you want him inside. You try to get more friction and it doesn't work. His free hand flies to your throat pinning you down, “Stay where I fucking have you” he growls making himself level with your pussy. He slides your underwear down so slow, you moan in angst. He goes even slower than before making you ache. Your ex could never make you feel like this. “You are beautiful” he moans as he kisses your inner thigh. You get wetter each tender kiss he lays on your body, blissful moans fill the air. LUST lingers all around you two. You moan as he kisses your clit finally. “A sign from god ? the gods? You are an angel. I am enraptured by everything.” he says before he latches onto your clit. A new sensation possesses you and he goes harder against your clit. His tongue dives into your pussy as his nose rubs perfectly against your clit. Sending you into overdrive. “You are perfect baby” he moans into your vagina as he carries on to eat you like you were the last meal he was going to have. He continues to hit every spot perfectly, making you moan uncontrollably. “I-I’m gonna cum” you moan as you try to squirm out of his death grip. He swiftly moves you so that you are sitting on his face. “Drown me baby, I don’t care if you think I can’t breathe.” he says as he rubs your clit with his thumb stimulating you perfectly. “You are a goddess who deserves to be worshiped, if I die between your legs I will have died a happy man. Now fuck my face” as he yanks you down onto his face moving your hips. Sending you into a bliss where you swear you can taste the stars. You finally come back to earth and start to ride his face, the vibrations from his moans send you to heaven and back. You start to ride out your high and he moans louder into your pussy. You cum and he holds you down, drinking from you like you are the fountain of youth. You ride out your high and get off his face. Revealing a drenched Seonghwa, you feel like you need more. 

You work your way to his waistband, unbuckling his belt and moving onto his pants.  Seonghwa looks at you with nothing but love and lust in his eyes. He helps you take off his pants. “You know I have been dreaming of you for years” he says as you climb onto his lap as you grind on his dick making him stutter. He hugs you tightly as you continue to grind on his dick, making him rock hard under you. “ Please fuck me, please I beg” he whimpers igniting something in you, something you didnt know but liked. Liked all too much. You tease him furthermore, watching him throw his head back. Unable to control himself. “Please, Please fuck me. Ride me, Use me. I NEED you” he begs. You slide yourself down slowly onto his dick, making him whimper and grip your waist so tight, you know it's going to bruise in the morning. You go slowly at first, driving him insane, enjoying how his eyes are rolling back. You brush his hair out of his face, and grab his face forcing him to look at you as you go faster. “You are the bane of my existence, I dream of you day and nigh-” he manages to get out before he’s a moaning mess due to you going faster. You are slowly losing yourself too but you want to watch him unravel more. You gather yourself as you force him to look at you as you ride him, he keeps eye contact with you. Then his switch flips, he grabs your hips tight and brings you up and slams you back down on his dick over and over again. Causing your tits to bounce, he sucks on one then continues to slam you on his dick over and over. Finally giving you a break. “Cute, you thought you were in control, sit down and take this dick” he says as he fucks into you harder, hugging you he slams into you harder with each thrust. “Good girl, taking this dick like you should have been when you were with that lame. You belong to me.” he says and he lets you go and lets you ride, “say you’re mine” he says as he chokes you. “I'm yours hwa, im yours” you say as you moan nearing the edge. “Whose pussy is this?” he asks, looking you in your eyes pushing you closer. “Yours, it's yours” you cry out. Seonghwa rolls his eyes and throws his head back, “I’m gonna nut in you” he moans as he comes back to your face, fallin in love with the person he is seeing. “Do it” you say with a smirk. You guys cum at the same time, moans fill the air. The smell of lust fills your apartment. You guys ride out your high together making eye contact, nothing else matters. Fuck a noise complaint.

You guys come back down to Earth, he looks at you “ You are a goddess and I cant wait to fuck you everyday after this” he says as he places a kiss on your forehead. 

This is downright sinful but what does it matter? You're his finally and you don’t care who knows.  ----------------------------------

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[devildom-moss]

This is sort of a joke so only do this if you want to but: brothers with an mc who eats moss like kris from deltarune. It's..... weirdly attractive? There's a sheep joke to be made here

Sometimes we need a silly little joke, and that's okay. I hope you like it anon. Is the moss thing related to this blog name or is it just random? Also, I don't know who that is - and I had to look up what deltarune is. Maybe it's an age thing or maybe it's just one of those topics I know nothing about. Either way~

Also, I'll be honest, I set up an excel sheet with all of my requests organized by post type before I did this request. Now I feel more organized. Yay.

The demon brothers react to MC eating moss

(SFW) (silliness)

Word Count: +1,600

Lucifer

No. No. No. No. “Spit that out right now, MC.”

They’re going to give this poor single parent of 6 an aneurysm. Moss could be dangerous for MC. Where did they even get that? Did they at least wash it before shoveling it into their mouth?

What is he going to tell Diavolo if moss gets them sick? “Yeah, sorry about needing you to call a human doctor for MC. I looked away from them for one minute, and they started eating moss.” He has a responsibility to keep MC safe.  

Lucifer is the type to order MC to get a psych eval when he sees them eating moss. He knows it’s weird and potentially dangerous. This kind of unusual behavior should be closely monitored by a professional.

He’ll nearly lose his mind believing that MC had definitely lost theirs.

“What in the Devildom has gotten into you? Have you utterly lost it? MC, I can’t handle these kids on my own anymore. I need you to be sane and relatively normal, please.”

Please don’t do this to him. Lucifer needs stability in his life, and eating moss is not the picture of stability.

He will make MC’s potential problem about him for a bit in true bad single parent fashion.

Mammon

“The hell ya doin’?!”

Mammon will not hesitate to point out how weird he thinks they are. He doesn’t want to hurt MC’s feelings, but he can’t stop himself from giving them a look of confusion and light disgust.

“That can’t possibly taste good, can it? Ya can’t just go ‘round eatin’ any plant ya see.”

Once the initial surprise works through him, he’s just worried about MC eating something weird. What would he do if they got sick? What would he tell Lucifer? He’s their guardian, and he takes that role more seriously than he likes to let on.

Mammon’s the most likely to try to physically remove the moss from MC’s mouth (but Lucifer is a close second). It could be dangerous. He’ll confiscate MC’s moss if they have any left and keep a close eye on them.

His search history from that day will be telling. “is moss dangerous for humans” “is moss dangerous for humans to eat” “types of moss that are safe for humans to eat” “how to tell if my human is sick” “human ate something bad what happens” “why did my human eat moss” “is my human mentally ill” “Devildom human doctors near me” “human-friendly moss” “good dates for humans” “how to charm weird humans” “how to romance weird humans no magic” (He got distracted.)

Leviathan

Levi finds it funny (and he probably actually knows which character you’re referencing, anon). It’s weird, sure, but he figures whatever MC is doing, it’s pretty harmless.

He wonders if that applies to algae. It might make cleaning out his fish tanks a bit easier if MC can and wants to eat it. The thought pops into his head, but Levi decides against it.

It’s strangely comforting that MC has something weird and arguably off-putting about them. Usually, he’s the weird, gross one. (This is where creepy Levi kicks in and he wants to know more about MC’s weird habits. Maybe if it turns out that they’re super weird, he can keep them all to himself. However, Levi lets his creepy thoughts go as quickly as they came.) Levi unlocked new information. Friend points +50. MC’s charm points +30.

“If I kiss you right now, that’s close enough to touching grass, right?” That’s a thing he’s supposed to do, isn’t he? Shit. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it’s too late.

Levi’s one of the brothers who will just let MC be and do their thing. He might double check and make sure MC isn’t going to get sick, but after that, he’ll leave them be. It’s not really his business. If it makes MC happy, he won’t judge.

Satan

Oddly supportive boyfriend.

The man’s a little feral and weird. I think he would find it kind of precious and adorable; it’s kind of like how cats like to eat grass.

He’d spend a while figuring out which mosses are safe to consume, asking MC if they have any preferences for which moss types they enjoy. Do they prefer certain textures and mouth feels? Are certain colors preferable? Which moss tastes the best?

Then, he would set up a moss terrarium for MC filled with their favorite mosses. Satan may ask them to help him build it as a cute little craft date. This way, MC will have a way to safely snack on moss whenever they wish. A terrarium has the added benefit of MC being able to control where the moss comes from so that they can avoid any harmful bacteria, viruses, pesticides, etc.

Of course, Satan understands that eating moss is unusual, and he may question what it is that compels MC to eat moss, but he doesn’t see the need to stop it.

He may taste the moss himself (in the same way that someone with a pet may be tempted to try pet food). It would, in all likelihood, disappoint him, but MC’s enjoyment is all that matters.

Satan has a real “MC can have a bit of moss – as a treat” kind of mindset. He’ll probably try to see if he can hand-feed MC like they’re a stray cat. He’s weird, too, but we love him.

Asmodeus

“Honey, no. This isn’t how we transition into our feral era.”

Asmo thinks it’s kind of gross, but he asks if maybe eating moss is good for the skin or something (because he can’t think of any other reason MC would even consider eating moss).

When they tell him that’s not why, he gives them a troubled stare with his arms crossed over his stomach. “Uhm, hun. Why are you eating it then?”

Even if MC tells him that it tastes good, there’s no way he’s trying it unless it has incredible health and beauty effects. He can’t stomach the thought of it.

After the disgust washes over him, the concern floods his system instead. He asks if MC is sure that they can and should be eating moss. Regardless of what MC tells him, Asmo will go to Satan or Lucifer (probably both) to make sure that MC isn’t putting themselves in any danger. He couldn’t handle it if MC got sick. All that stress would destroy his skin (and break his heart beyond repair).

Once he ensures MC’s health, he tries to just let MC do their thing. “Just please don’t eat that stuff around me, ‘kay? And if you eat it, please brush your teeth before you kiss me.”

Beelzebub

“Aw, MC, are you hungry? I’m sure we have something more delicious than moss in the fridge. I was just on my way to get a snack. I’ll pick one up for you too, okay?”

He’s probably eaten some moss in his time. He’s no stranger to eating weird things, so his reaction is the least judgmental.

Sometimes moss looks delicious, right? It just makes sense to him that they would want to try eating it.

Beel will definitely ask them to spare some of their moss so he can try it, too. If the moss tastes relatively bad, he might be weary of their tastes in the future, but as long as eating it won’t hurt them, Beel doesn’t care.

Beel is probably the only one who would try to suggest tastier methods of eating the moss. “What about putting it on top of ice cream? Or maybe in a cheeseburger. Mmm. . . cheeseburger. A moss salad might be more appetizing, too. I could blend it into a smoothie or some soup for you. How does that sound?”

It makes him feel a bit comforted that they both have eating habits that others think are weird – like it brings them closer and is a special connection only they can share.

Belphegor

He’s seen Beel bite into a pillar at the castle when he’s hungry. He’s not too troubled by a bit of moss-eating.

Belphie trusts MC not to be stupid enough to ingest moss that would be toxic to them, and not worrying saves him a bit of energy and time. Additionally, I think Belphie would be relatively knowledgeable about plants, so he would probably be able to tell if what MC is eating is likely to kill them.

For the most part, he just doesn’t care. MC could even kiss him with fresh moss breath, and he won’t give a shit. It’s probably better than morning or fish breath, and he’s still getting a kiss, so he doesn’t see a reason to complain.

He won’t be ultra supportive like Satan, but he will be a bit more enthusiastic about it than others – mostly because it gives him an idea for a prank. He could make soup with moss in it, have MC bring a bowl to Lucifer, and eat one themselves so he isn’t suspicious. Then Lucifer would end up eating moss soup. He could probably do that with multiple types of food, too.

One (stupid) point of contention will be that Belphie thinks moss is better as a pillow than as a snack, but he acknowledges that’s a ridiculous difference of opinion. However, that could be a nice date idea: find a mossy forest where he can take a nap while MC gets to snack on moss.

He will probably get scolded by Lucifer and Mammon for enabling MC’s behavior (and not at all because he goes on weird moss dates with MC).

[stargazedwinchester]

Protect | Sam

A small one to get me back into writing, will be doing one for Dean also! <3

Summary: You attempt to comfort Sam from his most recent break up.

Prompt: "If she threatens you in any way you tell me, okay?" @promptsbytaurie

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(Guys pls let me do a part 2 to this pls pls I beg)

Taglist: @girlsforpjm @rowenalovee @amythedoctor

Word count: 1,069

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

The ambience in the bunker is quieter than usual. Usually there’s some weird genre of music playing loud enough so you can hear from 4 rooms away or someone furiously tapping away on a keyboard.

Walking down toward the lobby, it’s dead quiet. Assuming no one’s home, you take a gander at the books on the bookshelves, multiple books about monster lore and latin history, demonic possession and even some without a name. They’re worn down from the use they got from when the Men of Letters were around. Without letting either of the Winchesters know about it, you managed to sneak your own normal book collection in there. What they don’t know can’t hurt them, right? Sam especially would go nuts.

Picking out a light blue book with an intricate flower design running around it, the bolder, darker letters stand out in contrast. You scan the pages before taking a seat in the armchair in the corner of the library. The floor lamp next to you is dim, setting the mood perfectly for a quick comforting read.

A cough breaks you out of your gaze, unknowing that anyone was even inside. You peer round the corner and notice a huge man with long, unruly hair. His head sits in the palm of his hand, his long legs spread out underneath the table.

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper to yourself and make yourself known. “Sam?”

He grumbles, barely turning his body around to acknowledge you. “Yeah?” He clears his throat, his voice croaky and weak. You pad your way over to him and stand above him, examining the empty whiskey bottle and a glass that has remnants. His personal phone is left unlocked, a few texts sent to someone but haven’t gone through. You skim read.

7:04AM

Can we please talk?

8:15AM

Please message me, IDK what I did wrong

17:16PM

Sam, leave me alone. I’m done talking with

you. I will block your number

18:08PM

Sorry

MSG NOT SENT. TRY AGAIN

“How are you feeling?” You question, speaking carefully as he has obviously had a few drinks. You pull out a chair and sit beside him, his head remaining in his hands. You stare at him intently, hoping for a good answer. He takes a deep breath and sighs shakily. He rubs his face and he glances at you quickly. His eyes dark, and the tip of his nose crimson. He wipes his nose and takes another swig, too quick for you to even stop him. “What do you think?” He huffs, trying to show a smile but failing. You look down at the floor, unsure of what to say. He reaches over and locks his phone, then rubs his eyes with his fingers. “I don’t know what to do,” He starts, his voice wobbling. You reach for the nape of his neck and gently caress his hair, “What did I do wrong?” He starts, tears forming in his eyes as he looks at you once more, then breaking contact. “It’s okay, Sammy. Let it out.” You say, stroking his hair as he sits back, looking up at the ceiling.

“I look so weak,” He laughs, trying to collect himself. You sigh quietly. “You’re not. If it hurts you, it hurts you. It’s normal to be sad.” You say, trying to make him feel at least a little bit better. He reaches for his glass again and you place your palm over the top of it. “I think you’ve had enough of this as well,” You slide the glass across the table away from Sam. “Listen. Things like this come and go, you’re more than capable to find someone way better than her. I understand it hurts right now but in a couple of weeks time you’ll feel so much better for relying on yourself and the people that love you than the people that don’t. You’re going to be fine, Sam. Trust me.” You give the speech like your life depends on it, but seeing your close friend so heartbroken made you feel like it’s your duty to ensure he hears exactly what he needs to hear. He looks at you with shining eyes, the red in them makes the hazel pop more than usual. His nose still red and cheeks flushed, his usually neat hair is tussled. “I just loved her so much,” He sighs, straightening himself out. “But she wasn’t for me. We were so different.” He explains, his eyes scanning your face. “How so?” You ask, trying not to intrude.

“Well, I’d want to go places with her to eat, drink, whatever and she’d hate it. She’d never want to spend time with me or show me off. I guess she just wanted to use me, I think that’s the thing that hurts the most,” He admits, shedding new light on his now past relationship with this woman… something that felt like rage and sadness for him built up inside of your chest, and he carries on. “When things wouldn’t go her way, she’d get angry with me. So angry,” He pauses, “She’d threaten things but never actually go through with it, thankfully. I could never say anything because I was scared of her reaction or if she’d leave me for standing up for myself.” He finishes, a tear falling down his cheek and nothing stops you from wiping it away. Keeping your hand gently on his face, you stare into his eyes as he does yours.

“If she threatens you in any way you tell me, okay?” You say, keeping your tone calm and collected, but Sam smirks at the fire that glows within yourself, a passion for protecting the ones you love, or maybe it’s more than that.

“Okay. I will.” He smiles for the first time since this whole interaction started. You slowly start to stand up, shuffling yourself out of the chair. You remove your hand from Sams’ face, but then he unexpectedly takes your hand as you try to turn away, pulling you back. You look at him with concern, and his helpless gaze stares up at you. “Thank you, Y/N.” He says, pursing his lips. “Honestly, it’s what I needed. So, thank you.”

“I’d do anything for you, Winchester.” You say, quickly grooming his hair so its somewhat neater. Glancing into his eyes one last time, he shows you a fragile smile.

A delicate smile is still a smile.

[daytaker]

Congrats on 250 followers! ^_^ Could you do the 'only one bed' trope with Lucifer?

At long last, I come bearing a drabble. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy!

The Puppetmaster

Ship: Lucifer/Reader Genre: Humor and fluff Word Count: 825 CW: Dubcon but it's cuddling? Also (joking) mentions of peeing as a kink. I'm sorry I'm like this.

[Part of my 250 Followers Mini Event!]

You were suspicious from the start, because it wasn’t like Lucifer not to plan ahead.

Now, you’re not even suspicious. There was no way that Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, would be spooning you if he didn’t absolutely intend to. His brothers? You could buy any of them claiming they just grabbed onto you in their sleep, or at least accept the room for reasonable doubt. But Lucifer? Never. Not in a thousand years. This was intentional. This was premeditated. This was planned.

You should have known this was going to happen.

You did know, actually. You would have been fully prepared if not for the mind tricks of Lucifer, the all-seeing Puppetmaster.

“Unfortunately, it seems like our accommodations tonight will be lacking in one respect.” Lucifer nodded apologetically to you as you made your way to the hotel room you’d be cooped up in until morning. He unlocked the door, and the moment you stepped inside, you saw the problem: the single queen-size bed, and nary so much as a sofa to serve as a substitute.

“It’s…fine,” you’d said, trying to brush it off as insignificant, even as your instincts began whispering to you that something was amiss. “It’s just for one night, and I trust you not to pull anything weird.”

Lucifer smiled at you when you said that. Not a kind, appreciative smile. No, it was the smile of the wise man humoring the fool. It made you uneasy.

“...Lucifer,” you said in a warning tone you normally reserved for Mammon.

“Hm? What is it?” He was taking his pajamas out of his suitcase, and his voice and expression were so nonchalant—dull, even—that you started to second guess yourself on that look you thought he gave you.

“Uh… I was just going to ask to use the bathroom before you step in to change,” you said, thinking to yourself what a nice save that was. Lucifer bowed his head and politely gestured for you to proceed.

…Oh, he would gaslight you into thinking you hadn’t seen anything, all to serve his twisted, demonic ends of cuddling you when you least expected it, at a time when you’d wake up, dazed and with a full bladder and no escape in sight. In fact, he probably made that initial, wolfish expression for the exact purpose of then playing innocent so convincingly that you’d stop suspecting him. He was just playing mind games with you at this point. He was toying with you.

As the two of you climbed into bed for the night, you each kept respectfully to your own sides. After a brief and awkward goodnight, he turned off the light, and you laid awake and stared at the ceiling.

Why…was there just one bed?

The question wouldn’t stop nagging at you.

Lucifer didn’t book this room in advance. The circumstances that led you here were unexpected delays that meant you couldn’t make it home at a reasonable hour. But… But…

Would Lucifer allow this to happen if he didn’t want it to? No! Absolutely not! Lucifer normally would have taken the chance of delays into account in his travel plans. He would have been prepared for this eventuality.

More than that though. In what sane world would Lucifer allow himself to be subjected to the humiliation of sharing a bed with you for any reason that didn’t include his deliberate, conscious choice? In which case, what was he pulling right now? You didn’t really think he was going to attempt anything truly nefarious, but your unease didn’t go away.

Nor should it have.

It’s about five o’clock in the morning, you need to pee, and you’re being prevented from making a smooth escape to the bathroom by Pride himself. The Machiavellian bastard. The way he played you like a fiddle. 

Maybe you should just let it out. Maybe that would teach him. 

But what if he knows about that too? What if this is all playing into his hand? He’s not into that, is he? What if he is? What if this entire scenario was orchestrated carefully from the beginning to get you to this point, where you’re trapped in his arms and feeling spiteful enough to wet the bed?

You feel a huff of breath behind your ear, then you hear the low pitched grunt of a baritone-voiced demon waking up.

“Lucifer!” you hiss.

“Mm?” He releases you, stretching his arms over his head calmly. “Good morning. Did you rest well?”

“Why were you hugging me?” You shoot an accusatory glare at him. You know about the piss kink. You have your ammunition locked and loaded.

“Because you’re lovely and warm, and I enjoyed the proximity. I hope I didn’t offend you.” He meets your gaze with an expression of such good-natured and genuine affection that your heart almost comes unmoored.

It’s a masterstroke. You have been defeated. Red-faced and groaning, you slip out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom.