#I just want more cause I’m bored and greedy

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Guys can you give me some ummm ummm sonic art requests maybe umm

Idc if it’s ship stuff or shitposts give me anything I need nutrients I need motivation

[galene-gothic]

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾’𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ I hope this reading found you in good health, every reblog is appreciated and thank you for everything :) ˖♡ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 🐇 ꒱

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⊹ ! ೀ Pile 1 ꒱

One thing about your future spouse that you’ll love is how they’ll smell. They might have a woody smell mixed with something sweet but spicy. I’ve noticed that sweet scents are such that they tend to be more of the base scent alongside the woody one. It is going to cause your person to smell scrumptious. I don’t even care if you’re enquiring about a man, they are going to have a certain sweetness in their scent. I do not get the sweetness being overpowering or even obvious but something that is more of a base and can be smelled but the woodiness and spiciness are more noticeable, and apparent. You might be a sucker for sweet scents with a certain richness to them, like you might like vanilla or cocoa butter scents for yourself for example! Some of you could like floral too but I’m getting something richer than that so I can only think of the ones mentioned above. Either way, you’re going to love smelling them. You’re going to feel so greedy and selfish, wanting all of them to yourself to see, smell and touch. You’re going to be physically obsessed with them. It could be that you’re naturally a physical person, doesn’t even have to be sexually or you will be that way after you meet them. However, I am getting you finding them very sexy and wanting to do it all the time but that could simply be for a select few of you who have a high sex drive. Your person is unfortunately making me all smiley, blushing, unable to put my smile down. You’re going to like them so much, you might find yourself naturally reacting in such ways when you see them, even just on the phone. Like, they won’t have to be physically present for you to be attracted to them and feel the chemistry with them. Girl stop! I’m getting you thrusting your hips forward on simply seeing a picture or video of them. Gosh, you’re so down bad and shameless. For many of you, sex might be very important or it might simply be the intimacy that comes with it but you’re going to want to be attracted to your partner even over the years, you’re not going to settle for the “it gets boring after a while” bullshit because you think that relationships and marriage are such that you see the other person handle life, you’re with each other in really intimate ways, you have the knowledge that you have someone to call your own, you have disagreements but hold each other’s best interests at heart, you learn so much from each other, you are two strangers who choose each other and love each other, make each other your family, your life partner despite not sharing the same blood and choose each other again, and again, and that in itself would create a deep intimacy, understanding and love for the other, causing you to only find them more and more attractive over time.

Physical attraction or sex is being emphasised here, even if the other person isn’t physically attractive, you want them to be attractive to you chemically, making your hormones and heart go haywire by simply just their presence causing you to be physically attracted to them. You care about attraction and you’re going to be insanely attracted to them. You’ll honestly find everyone about them attractive, like you’ll want to love them in really nasty and dirty ways, and in really soft and divine ways as well. I’m not sure if I’m expressing it well enough but I do not want to list the nasty things here, it isn’t even just about sex, you’re going to be attracted to them even when they fart or have a morning breath. Don’t even try to deny what I’m going to tell you next, you enjoy clashes, fights or jealousy in your relationships. You feel like it brings the spark back and makes you feel a pulse on the lips, the vertical ones or whatever you possess. With that being said, you’re a very passionate person and partner, and are going to hold sex or physicality to be important, precious, and possibly even sacred, that’s great but you’re going to get very worked up over others possibly being attracted to them. You’re going to find them irresistibly attractive and sexy so you’re going to be upset about how others find them to be such as well. However, you’re going to love bringing it up and receiving assurance from them. I don’t even think that it’s anything toxic, in fact, I’m finding them finding it very funny and annoying too if overdone but still sort of enjoying how much you want them. They’re going to wish that you’d believe them but the truth is, they’d be similar to you, being extremely attracted to you and hence, possessive over you causing them to have their own jealous moments. You might get upset about people looking at them or interacting with them but will prefer self regulating and not letting it get to you (it will have already gotten to you but at least you’ll be trying), you’ll likely find it more maddening to think about their past or if they act out in ways that you think are disrespectful (most of you will overthink a lot at some point but will usually prefer dealing with it by yourself, internally and will never get over it but will still move past it) but your person is going to be like “why were you talking to him smiling so much?” And you might not have any clue what they’re talking about 💀. Someone will eye you and they’ll want to gnaw their eyes out, you’ll be similar too in this regard. “Who are they to look at my wife like that?” You’re going to find this aspect of them to be so sexy as well. Knowing that you’re desired the way you desire. It doesn’t seem to be unhealthy honestly but again I’m a very intense, passionate, jealous and possessive in love too so I shouldn’t pass any judgements here.

‘Jealous’ by Nick Jonas is coming through here “I turn my cheer music up and I'm puffing my chest. I'm getting red in the face. You can call me obsessed. It's not your fault that they hover, I mean no disrespect, it’s my right to be hellish. I still get jealous ‘cause you're too sexy beautiful and everybody wants a taste that’s why, I still get jealous. You’re too sexy beautiful and everybody wants your sex that’s why, I still get jealous.” You both wouldn’t want other people looking at your partner in ways that only you’ll have each other, it seems territorial mostly. Also, if either of you have had a past, that’s going to be enough for you to want to put a gun over your own head and pull the trigger 💀. I’m unfortunately getting explicit messages coming through here. Your relationship could be a very physical and passionate one, the idea of anyone else getting your partner like that is going to just hurt. I personally don’t think it’s toxic because romantic love and sexual relations are the most intimate one can get with anyone so it only makes sense to be slightly upset about your partner sharing something so special with anyone else. I wonder if this jealousy will cause some problems at some point because I am trying to move past it but it comes through again and again but yeah, back to the explicit message that I got earlier. They’re going to ask you to be loud in bed, to speak up and make some noise. “Make some fucking noise, let them hear how good I’m making you feel” is what I heard. You’re going to find them normally cursing to be sexy too. You’re going to feel really safe with them and are going to feel protected. “I have someone who is here for me, someone who’ll stand up for and with me.” I wonder if you’re planning on wearing lingeries for your future partner or have started seeing, or gained interest in slip dresses, lingerie, etc. recently or always have. If so, this is just confirmation that this is your pile. Honestly, your partner could get you these dirty, sexy and pretty things to wear, and the way they’ll eye you will make you weak in the knees. For some of you, not only are they going to have that intense gaze while looking at you in your skimpy clothing but might even have either a full on grin or a smirk that will make you all embarrassed. In fact, they might even say some dirty words, praising or degrading you but you’ll just want to drip on their wood. This is not even my usual language, it’s your energy, don’t get mad at me! One or both of you might make adult jokes or talk in innuendos, it could simply be casual jokes or dirty talking but it’s going to cause you to feel throbbing down there either way xD. I hope that you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading, much love and take care.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 2 ꒱

You’re going to meet them after a break up or separation. The break up doesn’t have to be recent but it’s going to have put you in a spot where you became scared of love and had love or the desire for it make you feel worthless at some point. You might not actively be in a place where you are avoidant and think of love poorly but the effects of the past could both come up, and subside when you meet your person. You will have a desire for love but you’re also going to fear it and you’re going to have been scorned so you’ll be desiring a very particular kind of a love, and it could be rare to find such a pure and sacred love, you could have heard about how unrealistic it is from others or in small and big ways just realised that it’s not common, it’s not even something most people are aware of or think is possible? You could have seen people talk about hearing people getting cheated on, the first love theory of how people never get over the one that got away, all men or women are the same, etc. So you’ll hold romance to be sacred and also yourself to be such because you’ll have felt so dirty, worthless and used at some point, and will not want to feel that way ever again. You’re going to be trying to convince yourself that you should not have a negative view of love but that the kind of it that you desire might or might not exist, and might or might not find you, and that you need to learn how to accept that you might have to stay single forever and might never such intimacy with anyone. You might or might not actively think about love at the time you’ll meet them but you’ll definitely be trying to build more and more richness in yourself, and your life even without a romantic partner. You’re going to get very close to them, you’re going to develop deep intimacy with them, it’s going to be the kind of love where you’re so smitten that their dreams will be your own, where their happiness makes you happy and you’re just going to be theirs completely. I do not even care if you’re atheist, you are going to be grateful to the divine or just life for the love you’ll have, for the person you’ll have. It is like all your pain, complaints, negativity will be erased because of them. You’re a person who tries to practice love and goodness even without a romantic partner. You know how some people are trying to become rich, good looking or seem good in character only to attract the opposite sex or whoever they are interested in romantically. You’re not one of those people who expect romantic love for being a loving and good person, you in fact want to become this way more and more even if you never find a lover because then you’ll have at least led a good life. If you’re not this way yet, you’re going to have become that way by that time because people, love and romance will have disappointed you enough by then, and you will want to have a good quality of life even if it’s without it. The love you’re going to find in him is going to be exactly the kind you desire. For you, devotion is very important in romance and connections in general.

This is because you are a very devotional person, you find joy in giving your all into just one person who you feel passionate about. The world we live in doesn’t allow you to express your devotion enough because those you meet are not worthy of such devotion so meeting them is going to be so freeing, touching and just a safe haven. You’ll have experienced connections that will have hurt you a lot, you’ll be glad to have gotten out of such stupidity so meeting them knowing what you experienced last time but still choosing to love them and them not disappointing you is going to be enough to make you tearful. You’re going to hold them precious and will value them. You’re going to be so grateful for them like nothing will be able to pull you down because the love you will share with them is going to have you high at all times. “Nothing can bring me down” is the energy that I’m getting from you when you’re in love. When your eyes will meet theirs, you’ll feel like the fragrance of the heavens itself are spilling through. Your love is going to be such, the devotion of your souls to each other’s is going to be such that you’re just going to thank whatever or whoever sent you their way. “What did I do to deserve you?” Is how you’ll feel. When you meet them, you might not be closed off as per say but you might be more focused on other things and your own growth especially after whatever you will have experienced in your past connections, you’re not going to have it in you to deal with certain kinds of people, connections, let alone chase anyone or let anyone consume you. Your person is going to be very persistent with getting you. It’s going to be a “yes or yes?” situation for them. I feel like your person is going to be a bit playful in their approach. Initially, they will obviously not know everything that will have happened in your life and your inner workings but they’re going to have a crush on you, and will want to impress you, and you’ll make them feel all fluttery on the inside, they’ll be able to feel the butterflies in their tummy so they’re going to be smitten by you almost right away. I kept on getting something about the eyes with your reading and I finally understand it, they’re going to love your eyes, might make a comment about it (possibly multiple ones) and they’re always going to be looking at you, like they’ll make it so obvious, I’m not exaggerating here, anyone who looks at them and follows their gaze would know that they’re staring at you. I’m talking about before the both of you get together, because they’ll stare at you a lot, whenever you’ll look at them, your eyes are going to dwell within theirs for a while, further solidifying their attraction and connection to you. Incidents of the past will have affected you very deeply, you’ll have developed deep rooted beliefs that you’re not worthy or attractive enough to be desired, to be wanted right away, to be yearned for deeply, to be pined over. I’m not sure if this has already occurred but something or possibly even multiple situations either already have or will make you feel very worthless, mistreated and worthless. “Am I really that easy to forget and get over?” Is what I heard. I’m not sure what it is but there’s this thing of wanting to be enough for others.

It comes from a wounded place and perspective, an inferiority complex almost. In this lifetime, when you’re younger, you’re going to hold others to a very high regard, often believing that they’re better than you or that their opinions matter more. So you’re going to try different things in hopes of being liked, tolerated and enough but due to how scorned these connections will leave you, you’ll have developed a pretty good perspective of yourself and solid self esteem, you’ll have realised that you’ve always been enough, and valuable but your experiences will still have left scars, they’ll not even be visible to the naked eye for them to see but they’ll still be healing these scars, erasing them until they’re faded, as if they never existed by simply just desiring you. They’ll not even be aware of it, they’ll simply be staring at you because they’ll be attracted to you. Also, they’ll be attracted to you right away, it’s like when they’ll see you their heart will skip a beat, they’ll feel hot around you, it’s like you’ll have started within them, burning away their inhibitions and shame. They’re going to end up thinking about you a lot and just daydreaming, I wouldn’t be surprised if they had literal dreams about you because they’ll surely think of you before bed. Due to the wounds of the past, you do not consider such traumatising and hopeless situations, and feelings to be ‘love’. If you haven’t undergone such situations yet, all the best but again, you’re going to end up with your person so I hope that soothes your heart a little. You’ll consider only them to be ‘love’ because you’re a ‘one and only’ kind of a person. It’s not like you will be lying about it, your world will in fact start with them and end at them because they’ll breathe a new life into you. You’re not going to open yourself to them immediately but are going to express your love for them through your eyes, you will probably not make it as obvious as this person does, you will just look towards them, look at them just a second more than normal and then look away, not wanting to make it obvious. You’re eventually going to melt for their advances, gestures and words. They’ll make you feel so desired, so loved, almost like you’re worshipped. You’re going to find your body opening and melting into their arms, and body. Your sense of peace is going to be in them, in their breath. You’re going to greatly care about their health because you’re not going to know what you’d do without them. Well, you’d be self sufficient and lead a good life even without them but now that you’ve met them, it’s going to be depressing to imagine a life by yourself. You’re not going to be able to stay apart from each other, it simply won’t be possible. You’ll find them to be the most attractive and intoxicating so well, I do not even have to list individual qualities. This is the kind of love most people are not even able to imagine, let alone understand or receive but you’ll have it, you’ll experience it and you’re going to be grateful for it, wholeheartedly. I hope that you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading, much love and take care.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 3 ꒱

There are two groups here, one group is a bit depressive and melancholic, the other has the mindset that we have one life and we should have fun instead of letting the heaviness of it get to us. I wouldn’t be surprised if many of you have had phases of both or somehow manage to be both ways but moving onto what you’re going to find attractive about your future spouse, their authenticity is going to be something very admirable and striking to you. They’re going to bring out a very childlike and fun, yet sensitive and innocent side of you. When they’ll enter the room, even if you haven’t gotten to the point of relationship or dating yet, you’re going to know that it’s going to be much more fun than it would be without them. The energy that I’m getting here is an innocent crush but a lifelong one. You might not even have gotten that deep yet in the physical world and might have a more fun dynamic initially but it’s like they’ll be seeing right through the heart of you. You’re going to feel like family to each other almost right away. You’re going to find your walls crumbling down with the strength of what you’ll feel for them. You’re not going to be willing to change yourself for them and it’s going to be their authenticity that will have this effect on you. It would be very difficult to get the real you before you meet them because before you meet them, you’re going to be trying on different personas and ways of life, however on meeting them you’re going to want to be seen authentically and also simply just lead a life that is true to you, to live as the person that you truly are. You’re going to love feeling like they’re changing you as a person but it’s also going to be scary. You’re going to start wanting to share a life with them but will feel really insecure because they’ll be true to themself while you’re not so you’re going to feel like they’re not going to want you. I wouldn’t be surprised if your pile has a temporary separation but that’s not going to be the case for many of you. You’re going to be a manic pixie dream girl to them. They’re going to find you unpredictable and very hyper fun, someone who’s gestures are exaggerated but will also see your softer, more vulnerable sides and they’re going to be shy when it comes to you. They’ll have just as much of a crush on you as you will on them but you’ll give them many mixed signals due to your own insecurities and the way they’ll be making you feel, and in turn, they’ll have mixed feelings towards you and will act accordingly. I’m genuinely getting both parties not being able to handle this situation well but they’re going to touch you very deeply without even a solid relationship being formed. You’re going to see them as a larger than life person who’s going to be forever young and works hard, plays hard, someone who’s just living life well. In this world where everything is so digital and artificial, most people are lonely, depressed and miserable because no one seems to understand quality time anymore, no one seems to have a life or love that is full of activities, you’re going to find the way they’ve managed to have an actual life to be really attractive. You’re going to separate but even after you do, you’re going to hold a lot of love for them. You’re going to be unable to forget their voice or the way they made you feel. At some point, you’re not going to be all up in your feelings anymore but are still going to have them in the back of your mind or thoughts of them will just come up and you’ll realise that you haven’t forgotten their manner of speaking yet. During this separation, you’re going to be mad at them, wondering if they just didn’t return your feelings.

However, gestures don’t lie and you’re going to believe that they did feel at least a little something but you’re going to be deeply grateful towards them despite the resentments here and there. You’re going to find yourself speaking about them a lot after you meet them even after the separation. Eventually, there’s going to be this thought of “what if they never felt the same way?” So as your emotions aren’t as fresh anymore, you’ll stop talking about them as much until it is gone almost completely, you will still think about them and pretty actively but despite the knowledge that you grew a lot thanks to them, there’s also going to be this thought of how you were left behind by them. ‘Co2’ by Prateek Kuhad is the energy that I’m getting here. “Maybe it’s the way that you can see what I’m missing, what I can never be. I just wanna feel like I deserve you ‘cause you deserve me” and “I couldn't say ‘I need you’ on that night when you left and I lost all track of time. I just want you close so I can feel you. Can you feel me? And nothing says ‘I love you’ like the words that were never said, but could be heard. If only there was peace around us, baby. You would hear me and maybe it's the way that lovers do. I just want for me what I want for you. Only with the sun above us maybe you would see me and even if you leave, I may be fine ‘cause my heart, it has its own design.” You’re not going to know if you feel grateful for having met them and grown so much or if you are resentful due to the fact that they could stay away from you, that they could leave you, forget you, move on without you or if they just never felt anything and it was just all in your head. The last one is going to be something that your memory of their actions will prove false but the possibility of it is always going to be there so it’s going to be complicated honestly. For some of you, it could be something like they dated people during the separation and you’ll feel like it isn’t respectful to you, that you should not let them in but there’s also going to be the knowledge that you handled things very immaturely in the past. You’ll have yearned for them, cried over them, questioned their feelings and intentions, gotten over them, all of that so you’ll not be sure if it’s worth it to entertain them but you’ll inevitably melt at some point when you run into each other and reconnect. You’ll have missed them a lot and you’ll realise it when you see them, you’ll be really happy to see them after so long but you’ll also know that you’re unsure about what ever is the reality of the connection. For those of you who watch bollywood movies or are indian, you’ll have gotten over your ‘Geet in Shimla’ phase by yourself so you’ll know that you can live without them and happily but you’ll still have missed them, and will have unresolved soft as well as hard feelings towards them. You’ll still not be willing to initiate anything towards them because you’ll feel bitter about how they moved on without you and would have probably never reached out to you if you didn’t run into each other. In fact, despite melting on the inside, you’re going to re-solidify yourself and be sort of reserved from them at least emotionally, you’ll be reminding yourself that you can’t enter the place that you worked so hard to get out of. They’re going to have missed you a lot as well so they’re going to prove their devotion towards you. They’re going to decide that they’re going to lose either way, in one way at least they’ll have tried, they’ll know that they majorly sacrificed by letting you go and were clueless about it back then due to the overwhelm, emotional deflection or/and immaturity but aren’t going to be willing to let that happen again.

When you reconnect, they’re going to find themself acting like a different version of them, one that they were with you, all the feelings that never truly left are going to come back to them and they’re going to realise that they’ve either already lost you or are going to if they don’t take action. You’re not going to be available for them because you’ll be scared of things going the same way again. You will have matured, changed and grown, you’ll have become more yourself than you’ve ever been, and they’ll have played a major part in helping you get there but ironically they’ll not have any of you, there will be no space for them in your life. You’ll still feel softly towards them but the fear is going to be there. You’re going to be so familiar to them but will have no time for them. You might try to avoid them by saying “I’m busy” or “I was at work”, etc. It’s going to be very hard for you because you’ll have a massive crush on them but you’ll still be pushing yourself to do it, to have some self respect and act like it. They’re going to find you and your connection to be precious, they’re going to be hopeful despite the distance and separation that you’ll have undergone. They’ll try to make plans and will try to pursue you. They’ll feel like home to you but with that there will come a feeling of vulnerability, a fear of getting hit where it hurts most. They’re going to treat you like family. Despite being someone who’s authentic to themself and having an active life because they’re the type to make the most out of their life, be productive and keep themself busy, they’re going to not have lost their soft spot for you but you not wanting to get played will still try to avoid them for a while. They’ll be persistent and the fact that they built a home with you despite being charismatic enough to have anyone they want and always being on the go will be something that you’ll love about them. They’re really going to have to win you over because you’re not going to let yourself melt right away. They’re going to support you through a lot and will be a friend, and confidant above just a romantic partner. You’re going to find their unabashed way of being themself, expressing themself and going after what they want to be attractive. You’re also going to find the way they make you feel and change you as a person to be attractive because while you may be mad at them for leaving you behind, you truly needed the space to grow by yourself at that time. You’re going to find their persistence after you reconnect and the way they treated you like family right from the start and the way they could just see right through you to be very attractive. I’m pretty sure even throughout the marriage, you’re going to find many new appealing qualities that they possess but it’s this that the spirit wanted to get to you today. Well, to put it quite plainly, you’re going to find all of them to be very attractive but the intense and dramatic ‘the notebook’ coded storyline is going to add more of a theatrical feature to the mix xD. You’re going to have the biggest crush on them even throughout the marriage, you’ll feel your heart flutter in your chest at the mere sight of them despite knowing that they have a receded hairline and wrinkles on their face. You’re going to be like “OH MY GOD, HE HEARD ME! OH MY GOD, HE KNOWS MY NAME!” As if you’re not literally married to them. I hope that you enjoyed it. While they’re pursuing you, they’re going to show you through their words and actions that their love for you is unwavering. Like, they’ll not be able to imagine anyone except you as their spouse and they’ll show it. You’d not settle for anything lesser than this anyway. Thank you for reading, much love and take care.

[revelboo]

this made me think of your Jazz fics.

was never much into him before your writing, but I'm coming around haha

But he’s a sweetie 😆 And I’m going out of my way to make them flawed and sympathetic, cause I love the drama

Over It Now Pt 12

Jazz x Reader

• It’s so easy to fall into a routine, only returning to the Ark to report in or to refuel. Otherwise he wants to be where you are, starts taking you to work and bringing you back home after. Spends his nights out in your driveway. Knows he’s neglecting his duties and that his absences are being noticed. Sooner or later, he’s going to get caught. But he wants to take as much of your time as you’re willing to give him. Because he can stop pretending, can let down the walls with you. Slowly, carefully so he doesn’t fall apart without them.

• “Not going to read me the new book?” Freezing on the bottom step, yours fingers tighten on the plastic bag. Of course, he knows you bought a book, he took you to get it. And of course, he expects you to read to him because you usually do. Not books like this, though. Sitting in your driveway with one leg drawn up and the other stretched out, he grins at you like he knows exactly what’s in the bag. And that teasing flash of denta runs warm through you. “You didn’t get it for us?”

• It’s absolutely adorable the way your face reddens as your fingers go white knuckled on that bag, giving away that whatever you bought you absolutely don’t want to share with him. Which means he’s not letting it go until you do. “It’s boring. You wouldn’t like it.” You think you can lie to a liar? Shifting his ped slightly so you have to move nearer to him to go around on the crutches, he waits. Sees your eyes narrow.

• “I’m sure it’s not that boring,” he says and as you try to quickly hobble by, he snags the plastic bag and tugs it out of your hands, struggling before he manages to get the book out and just staring at the cover while you wish the ground would swallow you up. Because it’s the trashiest, cheesiest art imaginable of a cybernetic cowboy in leathers striking a pose with a blond woman draped against his chest and thigh. And then he awkwardly starts flapping the book in his big servos until he gets it open and leans over the tiny print. “Well, that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, doll,” he says, clucking his glossa at you.

• Glancing up he realizes your face can get redder, staring at his ped in what appears to be a mix or mortification and anger. He has to swallow back a laugh as he returns to the pages, squinting at the tiny print and the graphic, salacious details. Not too different from how Cybertronians do it, just different terminology. Leaning to snag you when you start limping for the house, apparently done with him, he settles you on his thigh and nudges the book into your hands. “Looks interesting enough to me,” he says as you flat out refuse to meet his optics.

• Knowing he’s messing with you, there’s no option but to take the book. Because if he wants to play this game? Fine. You can both be mortified then. Chin lifting stubbornly, you start reading to him. Aware of his head tipping down to listen, servos lingering on your side and hip. And the book’s worse than you’d imagined. More smut, than plot, but it’s sheer stubbornness that keeps you going. Aware of his warm servos tracing a circle lazily on your hip.

• You’re starting to nod off on him, muttering the same paragraph twice as his own head droops. Only making a small noise of protest when he shifts around to lean back against your house and lifts you up onto his chassis. Feeling you lay your cheek against him while he thinks about that stupid book. He’d only meant to mess with you, but now it’s there in the back of his processor. Curiosity that he can’t indulge, because as greedy as he is, this tentative friendship between you and him is too important to possibly destroy.

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Kinktober Day 29: Uniform

Summary: His sleek suit, a perfect blend of red and black, shimmered under the dim lights, and his trademark grin stretched across his face, sharp and playful. There was something irresistibly attractive about his confident demeanor, and you felt you heart race every time he entered. You loved your man in uniform. He knows. Warnings: Fingering, reader has a vagina, slight sub/dom dynamics, etc. MNDI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @redvexillum Vexitober is single handedly causing me issues, I need a cold shower. GO CHECK HER OUT! SHE IS AMAZING

White lights flickered, casting vibrant shadows across the Hotel lounge. All of the residents sat, idly prattling on into the night, weary from a lengthy day. Alastor, paying no head to anyone or anything but the newspapre in front of him, he sat blissfully aware of a pair of eyes roaming across his features. His sleek suit, a perfect blend of red and black, shimmered under the dim lights, and his trademark grin stretched across his face, sharp and playful. 

You sat at a small table in the corner, hot gaze fixed on him. You couldn’t help but admire the way he commanded the room, his voice smooth like jazz over the crackling radio waves that followed him wherever he went. There was something irresistibly attractive about his confident demeanor, and you felt you heart race every time he entered. And even as he sat, seemingly doing nothing, he enraptured your attention so easily. 

“Is something captivating you, darling?” Alastor’s voice purred, breaking through the din of laughter and music. He had caught you staring, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. He knew you were quite fond of him in uniform but this was new. 

You blushed, quickly looking down at your lap, but a smile danced on your face. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the view,” you teased, voice light but laced with admiration. Maybe, you could get something out this interaction. 

“Oh? The view of the most handsome demon in Hell?” Alastor leaned closer, his red eyes gleaming with mischief. “I must say, I do appreciate a discerning taste.”

Your heart fluttered. “Well, it’s hard not to admire you. That suit… it looks amazing on you,” you admitted, confidence bubbling to the surface. “You always know how to turn heads. Well, my head.” 

Alastor straightened up, puffing out his chest slightly, relishing the compliment. His grin, which was already wide, seemed to grow bigger. Your comments never failed to boost his ego, it was perhaps why he tolerated you. So eager to please him, so innocent and desirable. All of that naivety directed in his attention was intoxicating. 

“Why, thank you! It’s all about presentation, my dear. One must always dress to impress.” He chuckled, the radio static crackling behind him as he spoke.

Unable to hid your smitten smile, you decided to egg him on. Thoughts wondering just how egotistical you could get him to go before he finally caught on to your truer implications. 

“Definitely,” you replied, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. “But I think it’s also your ability to make even the most mundane conversations feel like a grand performance.”

Alastor leaned in, his grin widening. He was puzzled to be sure, you had never taken such a tone with him. But seeing the glint in your eyes, it signaled such a dangerous game that he couldn’t help but play. 

 “Flattery will get you everywhere, darling. Though I do suggest if you are trying to get somewhere…” Alastor stood, striding to come face to face with you. His dark eyes bored into yours and the feeling of his breath fanning your cheek sent shivers across your spine. His tone was low and dangerous, with a hint of curiosity. 

“…then I would just ask.”

Now you had him, caught up in your little game. You knew he couldn’t resist, the allure of something he couldn’t grasp. Always wanting more, greedy demon. Desiring everything everyone had to offer and to still hold power over them. But in this litte charade, you held all the cards. 

“Well, Alastor, I suppose then I will just have to be frank.” Smirking up at him, your hand came to graze over his. Sparks flew through his veins and he had to hold back the urge to bask in the firey flare of your touch. Cooing softly, eyes wide with desire, you spoke. 

“I love a man un uniform, but I would much rather see yours on the floor of my bedroom.”

——————————————————————————————————

Clothes lay discarded on the hardwood floor, Alastor’s suit jacket among the heap. The demons body pressed your bare one flush to the mattress of his bed, his lips continuing their long assualt on yours. All that remained was Alastor in a white button up and boxers, his clothes member rutting onto your bare cunt. Moaning into the kiss, you tenatively brought her hands up to find themselves settling at the nape of the Radio Demon’s neck. Experimentally giving the roots a small tug, a growl emitted from Alastor’s lips.

“Careful, darling.”

Without warning, Alastor allowed two fingers to sheath themselves into your tight pussy with a single thrust. You gasped at the stretch, gripping the sheets with each strong stroke. The velvet of your walls squeezing them so tight that with every exit and entry into your cunt, the slick that spilled from your needy hole rubbed against you in a painfully delicious way. Your body felt fuzzy and brain close to numb, all you can think about is how fucking good it feels to finally be fucked. You can feel your release barreling towards you with a unrecognized speed. Lips parted in a desperate attempt to ask him to slow down, your whines were quickly muffled by his lips slamming into yours once more, his tongue coming and shoving itself in your mouth.

He knows your body like it’s his and it is. Where to drive, the right spot to hit every time that had the pressure building and building till you felt the coil in your stomach snap as you cry his name with a hoarse voice. It sounded so pretty on your lips, like Heaven had crafted you with his name in mind for you to scream in the height of your pleasure. Music to his ears. 

Gasping for air, you peeked your head up as you calmed down, only to see Alastor’s dark grin. Confused, but only momentarily, his fingers that remained inside you curled, massaging that perfect point on the front wall of your cunt racking your body with pleasure. 

“Let’s see how much you just you wanna ruin this uniform, darling.”

[dark-frosted-heart]

The Owl’s Sweet Judgment - Matias

An “If you were lovers” story. As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

If Prince Matias and I were lovers…

Matias: So this is your home…

After having a fun date with him while he visited Rhodolite, I dragged Prince Matias to my house.

While he was distracted by my room, I locked the door and peeked out the window.

(No one’s following us. That’s good…)

Matias: A woman’s room should smell nice. ……Ahhhh, it’s better than I imagined.

(Just what were you imagining…You know what, let’s not think about that)

Emma: Since you’re here, I’ll go prepare some tea.

Matias: I’ll help.

Emma: No, don’t worry about it. I’m the one who dragged you to my home.

Matias: I see... Then I’ll take you up on the offer.

Even though I was treating him, Prince Matias followed me to the kitchen.

It was like he didn’t even think about making himself at home, and his earnestness had me smiling.

Emma: As you might expect, this is rose tea.

Matias: Rhodolite even uses roses for tea? You’re very consistent.

Emma: We’re the Country of Roses. It’s delicious.

(I’ve never seen it in Achroite so I’m sure this is the first time Prince Matias has been offered this drink)

After retrieving the tea set from the shelf, I started preparing the tea.

Meanwhile, Prince Matias just stood and watched.

Emma: …Isn’t this boring?

Matias: Not at all.Your every movement has my interest. Moreover, should you spill the tea and stain your clothes, I’ll need to take action. Or perhaps you’ll need my help retrieving equipment from a high place. I’ve fantasized about such situations happening and I’m confident in my ability to deal with those incidents.

Emma: That’s promising.

(...Just how many ideas unfold in Prince Matias’ mind?)

There were 100 questions I could’ve asked, but I kept them to myself.

Matias: By the way, why did you invite me to your home? That wasn’t part of our plans…

Emma: I’m sorry…There wasn’t a particular reason, I just suddenly felt like wanting you all to myself.

Matias: You always have me. I only have eyes for you.

Emma: I don’t want to get too greedy.

(Prince Matias really hasn’t noticed)

While we were walking around town, all the women we passed by would turn and look at Prince Matias.

They were like butterflies lured by sweet nectar—

It seemed like the tremendous amount of charm Prince Matias unconsciously gave off affected women left and right. 

(I had no choice but to escape because his charm was turned up more than usual)

I didn’t want other women to share the same experience of having my heart race and body heating up, and feeling charmed just by being around him.

That selfish pettiness what brought us to our current situation.

(...I lied, but I don’t want him to know my true feelings)

Matias: …Sorry.

I took out the necessary amount of tea leaves and was about to put the jar back on the shelf when Prince Matias, who was standing beside me, grabbed my hand.

Matias: I always thought I was focusing my efforts on conveying my love, but… I guess I haven’t been doing enough to make you greedy for me.

Matias pressed his lips on the back of my hand and his sex appeal was unleashed with a bang.

(And here I was thinking about going outside again when this overflowing sex appeal settled down)

He nipped at my index finger and the charm increased in proportion to my racing heartbeat.

(This is dangerous…Very dangerous!)

Emma: Prince Matias, you show your love well…Really well.

Matias: Is that so? I was considering unleashing the rest.

(The rest?! This wasn’t all?!)

Emma: Don’t do that or I’ll die!

Matias: Wha…You’ll die?!

Emma: That’s right, people die when they get too excited!

(I haven’t actually heard about that being a cause of death, but…!)\

It wasn’t a lie, and it could happen if Prince Matias’s villainous sex appeal grew stronger.

Matias: Is that so? I wasn’t aware. I need to show how I love you without making you worry…That’s truly a challenge.

(I’m sorry, Prince Matias)

Instead of apologizing, I wrapped my arms around Prince Matias’ waist and hugged him.

Since he was a former soldier, it was obvious his body was well-trained, even with all those clothes.

Matias: Can I hug you back?

Emma: Of course.

When I nodded, Prince Matias gently wrapped his arm around me as if holding a fragile item.

Matias: You’re still so small… But I think you’re hiding something in this small body of yours.

Emma: Huh?

Matias: What exactly are you hiding?

Emma: I’m not h-hiding anything—

As I looked away, Prince Matias played with my hair.

Matias: Since we entered your house, you’ve been acting suspicious and haven’t stopped looking around. That’s usually how liars react.

Emma: …

Matias: If you’ve been lying in any way, then you’d be guilty of fraud. Are you really not hiding anything from me?

He placed kisses on the ends of my hair and I got dizzy from the sensuality that reaped my sanity.

(It’s not good…I can’t hide it)

(I wasn’t planning on saying anything…)

Emma: …I really want to have you all to myself. I couldn’t stand the suggestive looks you got from the people we passed by…

Matias: That happened?

Emma: It did.

Matias: Is that so? I didn’t notice. I was only looking at you.

(This guy…)

Matias: No wonder you’ve been acting strange the whole day.

Emma: …Are you disgusted?

Matias: Why would I?

Emma: I thought I was acting petty…

Matias: Really? If you call that being petty then I’d like you to be more petty. So much that there’s no place for anyone but me.

Emma: Prince Matias…

It was like that sincere smile before me saved me.

Matias: …However, fraud is fraud.

Emma: Huh?

Matias: You lied by hiding your true feelings, didn’t you? I’m the Guardian of Law…Therefore I need to punish you impartially.

Sweet, dewy eyes the color of shadow on snow, completely different from those aimed at criminals, approached and I closed my eyes.

The sensation of the savory kiss and feeling of his palms caressing my waist added on to the suffocating charm.

(...I’m going to melt like ice)

Matias held me up as I was about to collapse.

The wet sensation on my lips raised my body heat a bit more.

Emma: It’s a punishment…but it’s very sweet.

Matias: You’re special.

(Ah…I’m feeling more intolerant)

(With Prince Matias, there’s no limits…)

It doesn’t seem like we’ll be leaving my house any time soon because of the Guardian of Law’s sweet judgment.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Anatomy Class

kai parker x reader

summary: kai + magic + boredom = trouble

tags: high school au, siphoning, magical fingering, masturbation (semi-public)

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i tagged this right next to my dad; you're both 18 in this!

“You have to promise to use this wisely and not get caught with it. Not in school, and certainly not at home,” you reiterate to Kai for maybe the third time in twenty minutes. 

“I know, I know! Trust me, princess, I know the risks.”

“If it runs out, I can give you more, but if my parents suspect something’s up, they’ll find a way to contact yours.”

“But what if I run out before the day’s over and it’s just wasted? If I don’t use it, it drains.”

You sigh. “What are you suggesting?”

“I don’t know… can’t I just play with it a little? I can’t do that much damage during school hours. Worst I could do is make some kid trip over his shoelaces.”

“Kai!”

“I’m kidding! But seriously, Y/N…”

“Okay, I see your point. Do whatever you want with it, just don’t get caught.”

“And if I run out, you’ll give me more?” He hates to sound greedy, but he’s desperate.

“Of course. I can’t imagine what it’s like to not have permanent access, so as little as I use mine, I might as well give it to you.” He nods. “But again, be careful.”

“I will.”

“Okay. We’re coming up on the school now. Take my hand.”

He does, and then you nod to him to siphon. “Tell me when to stop.”

Your hands glow, but it doesn’t hurt. Kai says when he siphons his siblings, it hurts them. But you don’t feel any pain. If anything, your body warms with a tingly, pleasure-like feeling. After about thirty seconds, you start to feel a little dizzy though, and decide that’s a good time to cut him off. 

“Stop.”

He drops your hand immediately. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. No pain, just a little dizzy.”

“Okay,” he confirms. He’d hate to hurt the one person who’s ever given him any love and attention. 

“How do you feel?”

Kai smiles as the magic runs through his veins. He lets out a small moan that settles in the pit of your stomach. “Good,” he finally answers. He then takes the pencil you’ve stuck behind your ear and makes it float in the air. 

“Good,” you say, stopping for a moment to kiss the side of his face. You take your pencil back as the school comes into view. “See you in class?”

“Mhm.” 

The two of you walk up to the doors together, then part ways for your first class. 

You have third period together, but Kai sits all the way in the back, while you’re in the middle row. The teacher assigned the seats, and rudely placed his kids by favoritism: most engaged in the front; most uninterested in the back. Kai’s incredibly smart, but that comes to his disadvantage in school. Most of the lessons are boring; he passes them with flying colors and faces little challenge completing them. He finishes early, or already understands the material, and ends up tapping his foot or fingers during class. Mr. Peters interprets this as disrespect and boredom. 

Today in class, you’re reviewing the different systems in the body. Yet another topic that Kai has practically memorized. The final exam is in three weeks, though with the material being as difficult as it is, Mr. Peters has decided to start studying early. The material isn’t too much of a challenge for you, though Kai still has you beat in that matter. 

The man makes a list of topics on the chalkboard, then slowly goes down his list asking and answering questions about each one. He asks something and the class responds, but every so often, someone asks their own question, and he launches into a huge explanation for it. It’s during one of your classmate’s questions that you suddenly start to feel a heaviness in the bottom of your stomach. 

Immediately, you put a hand to it. Your mind races to think of what could’ve caused it. You hadn’t eaten anything weird that day, nor have you had any aches or pains all week. In the middle of your train of thought, the feeling shifts lower. There’s a pressure traveling south. In the next moment, it feels like circles being rubbed down along your body. Intentional pressure. Kai. 

Your brain provides the reason as soon as you recall your morning: you gave him magic. 

“Do whatever you want with it,” you had told him. 

Well, he sure is now. 

Slowly, you turn to face him. His hands are hidden from sight, inside his desk, but the smile creeping on his face is unmistakable. He’s certainly messing with you. 

Stop, you mouth to him. 

The bastard only winks. 

You turn back around and cross your legs over each other, squeezing them tight. There’s no freaking way he’s doing this in the middle of class. 

The pressure suddenly increases. You can almost feel the pads of his fingers touching you - one on your clit, two brushing your folds. You bite your lip so hard it might bleed. Your hands are clenched into fists underneath the table. 

“Kai, stop,” you think, hoping there’s even a point one percent chance he can read your mind. He doesn’t, though, and if anything, mimics dipping between your folds, feeling your walls. 

“The organs involved in the endocrine system are- Y/N,” your teacher stops mid-sentence to look at you, “are you okay?!”

You release your fists, hoping to look less suspicious. “Yeah. I have a stomach ache. Do you- do you mind if I go to the restroom?”

Mr. Peters hurries to his desk for a hall pass. “Not at all. Go to the nurse if it doesn’t feel better in ten minutes.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” You take it and hurry out the door.

You spare a glance at Kai on your way out. He smirks at you when you look at him, but then looks back at his hands, clearly focused. The feeling sharpens, and you dash out the door. 

As soon as you reach the bathroom, you fling yourself against the wall in the nearest stall. You’re still biting your lip not to moan, but don’t fight the need that brings you to unbuckle your belt to relieve some of the built-up tension. Criminally, it seems Kai can still control you despite the distance. You can still feel his finger-pads petting your walls. The pressure is still on your clit, and it only grows by the minute. 

“Fuck,” you mutter, feeling yourself getting close. 

You drop two fingers to your clit, rubbing it yourself. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to push your toes against the edge of the toilet to not slip. 

“Goddammit, Kai.” It’s a whisper, but you really hope no one else is in the bathroom right then. 

You focus on the way he feels on you, as well as the added pressure you’re giving yourself. Within two minutes’ time, you come. It hits you hard. Your knees almost give out, despite the way you tried to hold yourself upright. Your chest heaves; the sensation sends pleasure throughout your whole body. Your vision gets spotty, and soon, your lip starts to bleed. It’s overwhelming in all the best ways. 

After another few seconds, Kai seemingly retracts his fingers. You curse him the minute he does, remembering you’re in school, and you’re supposed to be studying in class right now. 

The moment you get your bearings, you stumble to your feet and towards the sink. You wash your hands and grab onto the solid material to ground yourself; your brain is still swimming in post-high fuzzies. 

“Fuck you, Kai,” you think, again telepathically, hoping he can hear you. If he can, you’d bet your life on the fact that he’s wearing his signature smirk. 

When you finally recover, you make your way back to class. You offer Mr. Peters a half smile and report that most of it is gone. “Must’ve been something I ate this morning,” you lie. 

He replies with his own smile and a nod, and goes back to teaching. 

The moment you sit, you turn to see Kai, who is, in fact, smirking at you. You give him a playful roll of your eyes before turning back to the lesson.

Luckily, that’s his only shenanigan for the day. During lunch and your other classes together, he dares to act innocent. You would scold him for it during lunchtime, but Jo is sitting with you today, preventing that entirely. 

The walk back to school provides the perfect timing. 

“Malachai Parker,” you say in your best authoritative voice.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Did I do something wrong?! Did I do- you know what you did.”

“I don’t recall.”

“Third period. You and your magic fingers. You-”

“Oh,” he has the nerve to laugh, “that. Did you like that?”

“Did I like that?! Kai, during class?!”

“You said I could do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t get caught. I didn’t get caught.”

You scoff. “I did not mean for you to do that!”

“But you liked it. What’d you do in the bathroom?”

“What?!”

“Why’d you go to the bathroom?”

“To hide the fact you were fingering me in class! What do you think I went for?!”

“Did you come?”

“Excuse me?”

“Simple question, princess.”

“I did not-”

“Don’t lie to me now.”

“Fine,” you bite your lip, “I did.”

He smiles. “Got you. Knew you liked it.”

“That was so inappropriate! I’d never think you’d be so bold. And when did you know when to stop? You did, like, ten seconds after I finished.” 

He chuckles like it’s a game. “The last five times I’ve fingered you, it’s taken you five minutes on average to come. I watched on my watch; three minutes happened in class, two in the bathroom. I gave ten seconds to spare to either get you there if you needed extra time, or to ride you through it. Turns out, I’m pretty spot on.”

“Putting your brain to great use,” you mumble, “and my magic.”

Suddenly, he looks nervous. “You’re still gonna give it to me, right? I didn’t lose my chances to have it, did I? Because I can behave. Y/N, I promise. It won’t happen again.”

You change your attitude to match his. “Oh, baby, no. No, I’m not like that. Don’t you worry about stuff like that. I’m still gonna give you magic, even if you use it in questionable ways.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But one condition.”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Wait until actual study time, like in the library, to do it. Not in class. Unless we’re watching a movie.”

“Deal.”

“Good.”

“I love you, you little weasel.”

He scrunches his nose at the nickname. “I love you, too.” Then he chuckles. “I fingered you in class.”

“Kai!”

[sqquiddd]

(aaaa im feeling silly now! thank you! 😊💖) so i was thinking about a douma x reader in which douma is quite bored but reader finds a way to cheer him up by giving him a blowjob (i imagine douma initially oblivious to what the reader is going to do, then he goes full "(⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠)" when realizing what it was about, i think it would be so cute!! but still, do as you wish! ;^] )

i'm so inexperienced with writing blowjobs but i hope you still like it T_T (btw reader is also an upper rank/demon)

douma lets out a low groan, golden hair tangled and scrunched up between his long, pale fingers as he drags out another dramatic sigh. you look up from your book, confused, your eyebrows furrowed as you look at the demon.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, closing your book shut. douma scoots closer to you, his head falling onto your shoulder. “oh, i'm just so, so bored, y/n! i don’t know what to do with myself.” you roll your eyes. you're going to behead this bastard soon. you give him an unimpressed look and douma pouts at you in return. “take your temper tantrum somewhere else. you’re bothering me.”

“c’monnn,” douma whines, wrapping his big arms around you. this man has no sense of personal space. “y/n, i’m so bored, come play with me,” he cries in your ear and you look at him with disgust. “no,” you say, forcefully shoving him. “go bother someone else.”

douma almost looks like a sad puppy and you find it weirdly cute. he looks like all his hopes and dreams have been crushed by your palms and you feel slightly bad for him. when douma gets up to leave, defeated, you yank his arm down and shove him on the cold wooden floor, crawling on top of him. damn you, douma. “fine,” you give in, “what do you want to do?”

you swear you saw his rainbow eyes light up at that and he's grinning happily like an idiot. “well, i was thinking of feasting on some-” douma abruptly stops himself when he feels you palm his crotch. “what’re you- oh.”

"is this not what you wanted?" you ask, feeling him through his pinstriped pants. he feels so fucking big in your hand despite being flaccid and you rub your thighs together. you smile to yourself when you see douma's flushed face, still visibly confused, his legs subconsciously spreading for you. "w-what?" well this is certainly unexpected.

“i'm playing with you, aren't i?” you murmur, teasing his length through the fabric. he's actually so pathetic right now, and you laugh at the wet patch on his pants caused by his leaking tip. he lifts his hips up for you as you peel his pants off of him, revealing his semi hard dick, oozing with precum.

“you have such a pretty cock, douma,” you admit, wrapping your fingers around his flushed, throbbing length. you slide your hand up and down, using the copious amounts of precum that's coming out of his slit to help with your movement. douma’s mind slips into oblivion as you give him painfully good, slow strokes.

douma has never thought you were the kind of demon to do this. of course, he always found you to be quite attractive, and well, yes, he's had one or two fantasies about you before, but he never thought that this would actually happen between you two. much less you the one who's initiating it. he’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t even realize you're leaning down to take his dick in your mouth. his back arches beautifully when he finally feels the heat of your wet mouth, pretty lips wrapped around and sucking on his cock like they were made for it. 

douma shamelessly moans and pants as you start sucking on the tip, tongue swirling around the head and probing at the slit. he's fucking soaked and you wonder when was the last time he felt the touch of someone. the bitter taste he's leaking everywhere in your mouth has your eyebrows knitted, but you don't mind. you move your head forward to envelop more for his dick, your tongue tracing a prominent vein. fuck, douma wants nothing more than to stuff your face full of his dick right now, but he's not greedy. he doesn't mind you taking your time, considering how big he is.

“fuck, y/n...” douma groans softly, grabbing a fistful of your hair and slowly thrusting up into your mouth, shoving more and more of his length down your throat. you moan, your free hand already reaching down to rub your heat, touching yourself to the sound of douma's voice. “so good, so good,” douma gasps, biting his lips. “you're such a good cocksucker for me, y/n.” 

douma fucking drools at the sight of you touching yourself, and his dick throbs painfully inside your mouth. you're such a fucking slut. not that he's complaining, he loves it. plus, he's not bored anymore.

[daaydreamy]

greedy

summary: harry’s so… well, what do you think?

warnings: coarse language, smut, anal fingering (m receiving)

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

Y/N liked to giggle. 

“Wait—wait, hold on.”

Harry furrowed his brows and propped himself up on his elbows to watch Y/N giggle, covering her mouth while simultaneously trying to get herself to stop laughing for absolutely no reason. All Harry did was lie down and she started giggling while holding a bottle of lube (which was the one she was using to cover her mouth), and Harry was so utterly confused. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She shook her head and shuffled a little closer in between his spread legs, making him frown and grasp the duvet as an attempt to cover himself. 

“What- no, baby, I’m not laughing at you!” She immediately changed her expression to a worried one, hands now dropped at her sides. “I’m not laughing at you, I swear to god.” She leaned over and grasped his face, peppering kisses all over it in hopes of cheering him up. He looked bored and tried to turn his face to the side, trying to avoid her kisses, but all she did was lean over to the side to keep kissing him all over. 

“What’s so funny then?”

“I just… I thought of a joke?” She said sheepishly, trying to hide her smile. “It- it just popped into my head, I promise.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at her and she sat back up, holding her hands up in surrender. 

“I promise.” She said,

“Can we just do this?” Harry rolled his eyes, now smiling. “Just go on and fuck me already, you idiot.”

“Okay, you don’t have to be so bossy.” She murmured with a small smile, pulling the duvet off of him. 

•••

“Oh, fuck.” Harry drawled out, pushing his head back against the pillow and exposing his damp neck that was just waiting to be filled with marks. He was stroking himself, slowly, teasing himself because he wanted this to last. But sometimes he would go a little faster and fuck himself against Y/N’s two fingers, moaning wantonly while mumbling out nonsensical things, lost in the pleasure. 

“More, more…” He murmured and Y/N hummed, spreading his thighs a little wider whilst kneading his inner thigh, making him flush even more. He reached down and grasped her wrist, pushing her fingers even deeper into him so the rest of her knuckles were pressing against him while also grinding his hips down a little, moaning softly, eyes closed in bliss, body shiny with sweat. 

“Fuck, H.” Y/N mumbled to herself, moving a little closer. She grasped his hand to pull it off, making him whine in disapproval, but his frustration quickly melted away when she started to push a third finger into him, causing him to let out a soft ‘ah.’ “You’re so needy, aren’t you? So selfish, always wanting more when I already give you everything you want.” She tsked, her fingers grazing over his prostate for a second, watching his muscles tense up and his back arch with a pleased smile. 

“‘M not—I’m not selfish.” His brows furrowed a little, whining a little in his tone. He couldn’t stop moving his hips, fucking himself against her fingers, his movements clearly contradicting what he was saying, but he didn’t care. He did want more, he wanted more, and more, and more. 

“Oh, fuck, I-” He cut himself off with a groan when she just barely touched that sweet spot, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulped dryly. “More, please, more.”

“See?” She said softly with an amused smile on her face, doing it again to hear him whine. 

a/n: bro is getting fingered >_< !!

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[shanastoryteller]

Hi, I'm a huge fan of your Gods and Monsters series but I had a question: have you already written the piece where Aphrodite and Hephaestus fall in love? Bc I could have sworn there was one about that, but I Cannot find it so now I'm wondering if that's one of the things that isn't written/posted yet. No pressure either way, I just wanted to check!

Aphrodite is named the goddess of love and beauty by Hera, the queen of the gods herself, and is given a gleaming throne of pristine ivory in the pantheon.

Aphrodite is named the goddess of love, and many take that as an invitation.

She understands quickly that Hera has not only dictated her domain, but also offered Aphrodite her protection, however oblique. Hera’s power on her tempers greedy hands and greedy eyes, making them ask for what in other circumstances they might simply take, and she resents that it’s something she should be grateful for.

The sea that bore her isn’t even an option anymore. She feels Poseidon’s gaze on her like a snail crawling across her skin, leaving oozing evidence of all the places it’s been. She thinks that her mother would help her, but she does not know.

Amphitrite made her and left her and sent her to the pantheon, full of danger that she does not understand.

She’s known the sea and the sky but worries about venturing from Mount Olympus, where distance from Hera’s influence might embolden some of her suitors.

She is a daughter of Zeus and Amphitrite. Power comes to her as easily as breathing, but she has no wish to test that power against gods with far more experience than she.

Hestia’s fire is always warm and soft and no one dares approach her while she’s in its light. Aphrodite forces herself to stay in the oppressive heat far past the point of comfort, staying closer to the flame than anyone besides the hearth goddess herself.

“So you’re who everyone is talking about.”

She startles, turning, and is first faced with a broad, tanned chest, then lifts her gaze further to look into a face with dark amber eyes and hair as long as her own. There’s blood splatter along his neck and unease curls within her stomach.

“I can’t stay,” he continues, looking her over. She appreciates that he doesn’t linger too long in certain areas and looks her in the eye after. It’s a low bar, perhaps, but many fail to clear it. “You impressed my mother, which isn’t easy.”

“Lord Ares,” she greets. Hera only has one child – well, two, but only one that ever ventures onto Olympus.

She should have guessed sooner. He looks so much like Zeus, except for Hera’s eyes clear in his face.

He waves dismissively. “None of that. We’re equals, aren’t we?”

Not really. The beloved child of the king and queen of the gods, the god of war, someone who does not even sweat in the heat of Hestia’s flame. And her.

“I suppose,” she answers. “How can I help you, Ares?”

“I just wanted to talk,” he says. “Rumor has it that you haven’t left Olympus. You may be a goddess of the pantheon on my mother’s word, but you have to cultivate worshippers just the same. They know you, but they do not what you will do.”

Neither does she.

“Can I go with you?” she asks impulsively.

It’s a stupid request. If Ares wants to overpower her, he will, and there won’t be anything she can do about it.

But he’s Hera’s son. That has to mean something.

“A battlefield isn’t a place for love,” he says, which isn’t a refusal.

“Of course it is,” she says, taken aback. “Otherwise what are they fighting for?”

Ares stares at her for a long moment. She refuses to do anything besides meet his gaze.

Finally, he says, “I can’t tell if you’re naïve or I’m cynical.”

“Love starts wars, but it ends them too,” she says. Maybe she is naïve, when she’s never even met a mortal herself, but with power over a domain comes knowledge of it too. “If not for love, why do men so desperately want peace?”

“Love means peace then?” he asks.

There is something heavy in that question, something she doesn’t understand, and it causes her to hesitate. But in the end she says, “Yes,” because it’s the only answer that can be true and she wants to be truthful to someone.

Ares holds her gaze then says, “You can come with me, if you want. It won’t be pretty.”

“Then perhaps they can use a goddess of beauty,” she says, excitement pulling her lips into a grin.

He shakes his head, but offers her his hand, and she takes it.

~

Under Ares’s protection, she feels as if she can finally breathe.

Aphrodite doesn’t know if Ares is aware that he is protecting her, since it’s less something he does and more something that is achieved through him existing, but she doubts the son of Hera is a dull man. That doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that the queen would tolerate.

Gods and nymphs and other manner of creatures still approach her, but all it takes is for her to hurry back to Ares’s side for them to abandon their pursuit. She’s not sure if it’s his parentage, his domain, or just the striking figure he makes on the battlefield, but they don’t follow her when she goes to him.

But she is not always with him.

Athena corners her on the city path. Aphrodite meets the goddess’s grey eyed gaze squarely. “You’re causing too much trouble.”

She’d seemed nice when Aphrodite first met her in the pantheon, but after Hera gifted her her domain, that kindness hasn’t resurfaced. She doesn’t take it personally, although she does wonder at its absence.

Athena, like Aphrodite, is a daughter of Zeus that has escaped Hera’s wrath through the virtue of being motherless.

Aphrodite is not motherless, precisely, but no one can know of her connection to Amphitrite, and it’s not like her mother stuck around long after bringing her into this world anyway.

“Ares said he doesn’t mind,” she says.

“Of course he doesn’t,” she sneers, looking her up and down derisively. “Everyone is talking about you and pursing you and nothing else is getting done.”

She draws her shoulders back. “That’s not my fault.”

Athena shrugs, not willing to say it is outright but clearly comfortable with implying it.

“What do you want me to do about it?” she asks, and knows it’s a mistake as soon as it leaves her mouth.

Athena doesn’t miss a beat. “Put everyone out of their misery and get married. They’ll cool off and get back to work if you’re ineligible, even if only in name.”

She’s not a goddess of loyalty, but the implication still stings. She’s been going through all this effort to avoid either bedding or offending everyone, after all. “I can’t just marry someone.”

“Why not? Hera will probably even officiate it, considering the interest she’s taken in you,” she says.

Before Aphrodite can respond, Ares appears at her side, slipping out of air as easily as taking a step. He’s covered in viscera and for a moment she puzzles over his newly red hair before realizing it’s soaked in blood. She doesn’t even want to know how that happened.

“Hello Athena,” he says brightly. “It’s so rare to see you outside of a library, we should really catch up-”

She disappears mid eyeroll.

Ares grins. “What did you do to her?”

“Thank you,” she says first, then, “I have no idea. She’s so angry. Is she not well liked in the pantheon?”

He shrugs. “Depends what you mean by liked. She makes a lot of enemies, but she’s not that bad. She gets frustrated a lot because she thinks she’s smarter than everyone around her.”

“Is she?” Aphrodite asks.

“Usually, yeah,” he looks around then bends down to whisper in her ear, careful to angle his filthy body away from her, “Hestia says that when she sprung from Father’s head, she took all his intelligence with her. Mom says that’s giving him too much credit.”

She laughs before she can think not to, then claps her hand over her mouth, as if Zeus is standing around the corner ready to smite her for mocking him. He is the king of the gods. Maybe he is always watching.

“It’s alright,” he says warmly, “just don’t repeat it where he can hear it. Or Athena. She’d throw a fit at the implication that her intelligence is anything but her own.”

If she ever decides to invite trouble rather than avoiding it, that seems like an excellent way to do it. “Are you okay? That looks messy.”

“Battle’s won, for now,” he says casually, rolling back his shoulders and wincing at the motion. “I’ve got some time before another one calls me there. I could use a good soak. Want to meet my brother?”

“Which one?” she asks even though she already know the answer. Of all his siblings, Ares claims only one of them.

“You don’t have to play dumb when we’re alone,” he says, which is suitably stunning that when he holds out his filthy hand, she doesn’t think to clean it before taking it. She hadn’t thought he’d noticed. “Come on.”

There’s the strange rushing sensation of being pulled along rather than moving herself. They’re in someplace dark, compared to the outside, and it takes her several seconds to adjust to the low lighting.

Everything glitters.

There’s shining metal twisted into exquisite shapes and liquid gold dripping like fondue and even the walls themselves shimmer in the light of the magma, the mica flickering silver.

There is a man with deep, dark skin and narrowed amber eyes. He has broad shoulders and a tapered waist and as her gaze drops even further, she sees the golden legs supporting him below the knee, as delicate and beautiful as all strange things scattered around his workshop.

“I hope that’s not yours,” the man says.

He has a nice voice. It’s low and yet it almost echoes around them. It takes her a moment to process what he’s said, and her confusion lasts only until Ares’s lips twist into a not quite smile and he replies, “It never is,” and she realizes he’s talking about the blood and worse covering Ares.

She wonders at her place here, what to do or how to act around this man surrounded by beautiful things who doesn’t even look at her.

Ares pulls his hair from its braid and blood splatters on the floor. “I’m going for a dip. This is Aphrodite. Be nice. Aphrodite, this is my brother, Hephaestus.”

���Goddess,” Hephaestus murmurs, inclining his head.

She returns the gesture, trying to untangle the strange frown and the look in his eye. It’s not like Athena’s anger but it doesn’t exactly seem friendly either. She’s still pondering it when Ares’s words catch up with her. “Take a dip where? There’s no-”

She turns to see Ares slipping into a vat of lava, fully clothed. The blood and dirt and everything else is burned away, along with every stitch of clothing he’d been wearing. He tilts his head back into the magma to give his hair the same scouring treatment.

“Water,” she finishes faintly.

“It never gets any less disconcerting,” Hephaestus says. The strange tone is gone and when she turns back to him, he’s smiling.

He has a nice smile.

“What are you making?” she asks. “Are you the god of creation?”

She’s said the wrong thing again and she’s aware of it as soon as his amusement dims. She desperately wants to take it back, to say something different, but it’s too late. “I am the god of nothing.”

“People pray to you,” she says. “I have seen them.”

Her temples are all still being constructed but several of his already exist.

“Mortals pray to lots of things,” he answers, going back to tinkering. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yet,” she says. He survived being thrown from Olympus and being raised in the underworld and now he makes things he still hasn’t told her about. “When they pray to you, what do they pray for?”

“Same thing they pray to every god for,” he answers. She doesn’t say anything and he sighs. “It’s not exciting. Hotter ovens. Faster chariots. Sharper spears. My brother’s a better candidate for that one.”

Aphrodite turns to Ares, but finds him curled against the edge of the crevice, the lava lapping at his shoulders as he sleeps with his head tipped back.

“Heat always knocks him out. Hestia used to hold him as she sat it front of her fire.”

This time she knows it’s the wrong thing to say before she says it, but she can’t stop herself from asking, “How do you know? I thought that you didn’t come to Olympus.”

“Didn’t,” he echoes, “is a soft way to put it, when it’s can’t.”

Even nymphs sneak their way up the mountain. A god with temples, even a minor one, should be able to walk freely across Olympus. Then again, Hera insured he wouldn’t walk freely anywhere.

Or tried to. His shimmering gold calves are in defiance to that.

He clears his throat then says, “She told me. Ares badgered me into setting up a hearth in the center of the volcano, even though arguably the whole thing is a hearth, but,” he pauses. “She visits it, sometimes.”

Aphrodite is impressed. “I thought she never left her own hearth.”

“Any hearth is her hearth,” he says, shrugging.

He’s sidestepping her, but she’s brought up enough sensitive topics for now. “What are you making?”

“Nothing useful,” he says ruefully, looking around his workshop. “If I wanted to get more followers, I’d focus on making things people can use. A lot of these are godly tools – only we can use them effectively.”

“Will you show me?” she insists. “They’re beautiful.”

His lips part, his dark eyes catching hers, and there’s a breathless moment where neither of them move. Then he turns and says, “Sure, come with me,” and she follows behind him, watching the smooth gait of his handcrafted legs.

~

Next time she’s on Olympus, she goes to Hera to ask her advice.

Aphrodite is currently under both her and her son’s protection. This isn’t a decision it’s politically smart of her to make on her own.

She waits until Zeus has left. His absence tends to put Hera in a foul mood, considering what he’s likely to be doing out of her sight, but it’s worth that to make sure that they’re not overheard. Aphrodite doesn’t think that any advice Zeus gives will be in her self interest.

Hera’s might not be either, but so far whatever she’s doing for her own self interest has been beneficial to Aphrodite, and that’s enough for her.

She bows and offers her a bouquet of lilies that she’d picked herself, each one a bright orange reddish hue and perfectly in bloom. Hera reaches out to touch a petal, but pulls back and says, “Weave them into my hair while we speak.”

Aphrodite can’t help herself from being touched. Hera always does her own hair, not even allowing her servants to touch it. She delicately combs out Hera’s curls, giving her hair waves to match the curve of the lilies’ petals. Aphrodite tells her what Athena said to her, then waits.

“She’s right,” Hera says. “As the goddess of love and beauty, you’re inherently desirable. Until you make your own desires known, others can decide what they are, and decide that they qualify. Marriage at least sets your standards.”

Aphrodite frowns. “So you think I should marry?”

She shrugs. “Gods like to pretend that beauty is cheap and love is something bought.” Suddenly, Hera’s appointment of her domain makes a little more sense. “But if that were true, they wouldn’t be pursuing you so ardently. Marriage won’t change that. What it does is give you a tool that you can use.”

“That’s not very romantic,” she says, put out.

Hera laughs, tossing her head with the motion, and Aphrodite has to pull back to keep from crushing the flowers. “Is that what you value?”

“Yes,” she answers, but it comes out more like a question.

“Then that’s what you should marry for – romance. Apollo will likely come ahead on that scale.” She moves back in place so Aphrodite can continue. “There is a reason that as the goddess of marriage, love does not fall within my domain. Marriage is about getting what you want. Some want love, or beauty, and so that’s what they marry for. Other for money, for power, for protection. Decide what it is that you want and then marry the person who can give it to you. That’s why your marriage will be a deterrent to others. It will tell them what you value.”

Hera did not marry for love. Aphrodite doesn’t need to be a goddess of it to know that. “Do you think I should marry your son?”

Ares is the most obvious answer. She’s spent the most time with him, and he’s kind to her, and he protects her. He’s not especially romantic, but he cares for her. No one else pursuing her knows her enough to care for her.

“If he’ll give you what you want,” she says. Aphrodite finishes affixing the last lily to her hair, and she turns to face her, her amber eyes bright with an emotion Aphrodite can’t name. “Choose your spouse. We’ll hold the wedding on Olympus and I’ll marry you myself. No one will question it after that.”

“Thank you, Queen Hera,” she says.

When Hera walks away, it’s with fire weaved into her hair.  

~

Ares is silent for a long time when Aphrodite tells him that she’s looking to marry. She thinks he’s about to offer, and the ball of dread in her stomach is both surprising and informative. She loves Ares. She does not want to marry him.

This is an inopportune time for her to realize that.

“If we were to marry, would I find peace?” he asks. “Everything is so loud sometimes.”

Her heart clenches. In this moment she hates for the first time. Zeus did this to Ares and that makes Zeus her enemy.

“When you find love, you will find peace,” she says, placing her hands on his shoulders. “I can’t be your peace. If that’s what I was, you would know by now. But when you do find that person, that loudness will fade.”

There’s a pressure around them and centered in her head, giving her a searing headache, and then it’s gone and its only Ares’s hands on her elbows that keep her upright as she staggers, suddenly exhausted.

 “Your first blessing,” Ares says, smiling as she blinks up at him, dazed. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t know I could do that,” she says fuzzily.

He laughs. “You’re a goddess of the pantheon. There’s very little you can’t do. You’ll discover that in time.”

She thinks he’s trying to be comforting, but the idea that her abilities are beyond her own knowledge is terrifying. There’s a reason most gods have to earn their domains rather than be assigned them.

The problem is if not Ares, then who? It would be easier to narrow her options if she knew what she wanted, like Hera told her to do, but she doesn’t. She wants people to leave her alone. She wants to learn how to be a proper goddess. She wants to claw Ares away from Zeus’s grasp with her bare hands.

None of that is anything a husband can give her.

“Say that you’re willing to be courted and see what they offer,” Ares says. “Maybe you’ll know what you want when you see it.”

“But what if I don’t want any of it?” she asks. “Then I have to choose someone I don’t want.”

He hums, then says, “I’ll ask for your hand too, and offer more than anyone else. Then, if you don’t find someone you like, you can just pick me and we won’t marry. Mom will understand if I tell her.”

The thought of getting on Hera’s bad side is chilling, but if anyone can soothe her temper, it’s her son, so she agrees.

The news travels quickly, gods from all over climbing up to Olympus’s peak to ask for her. It’s spread to the point that she thinks some of them that are here don’t even want her, that it’s just a big show about what they’re able to offer. Which, of course, makes her choice even more difficult.

Ares, Apollo, and Hermes offer her the most, of course. They’re gods of the pantheon and have more influence and power at their disposal. But the minor gods still make a good show of it, stepping forward to off her castles and servants and land, nymphs even offering to grow a her a living manor from the forest and perfectly plump fruit every day of her life.

In one way or another, they all off her protection, luxury, and beauty. She struggles to find any of it of value.

She’s resigned herself to picking Ares just to get it all to stop when a hush falls over the crowd that’s then replaced with frantic whispering. They part like a wave retreating from shore and her breath catches in her throat when she sees who’s walking towards her.

Hephaestus is on Olympus for the first time since he’s been thrown from it.

He’s gilded gold as he passes by everyone else, his eyes on her alone, from his legs to the way the sun illuminates his amber eyes to the chiton wrapped snug around his waist with a golden belt. He could have worn a long robe to hide his legs. She likes that he didn’t.

He stops in front of her and she tries to think of something to say, but her throat is too dry.

“Goddess,” he murmurs, then pulls a single copper rose from thin air and offers it to her. “For you.”

She takes it, her fingers brushing his, and his hands are still warm like he’s just pulled them from the forge.

He came to the place where the worst thing that ever happened to him occurred. He’s given her a gift with no strings. He’s offering her only this – the skill of his hands and the bravery of his heart.

What she wants is someone who will take her as she is and grow with her, who will explain the world patiently and know her well enough to make her something beautiful.

She is the goddess of love and beauty. She cannot be bought with castles.

“Yes,” she says, holding the rose between their bodies as she pushes herself up to kiss Hephaestus in front of all of Olympus.  

 There are shouts of protests, people yelling in anger or betrayal, and Ares’s bright, warm laughter over it all.

~

Aphrodite expects Hera to be furious.

Instead the goddess says nothing of her choice, only holds the wedding as she promised. Zeus won’t even look at Hephaestus, but Hera stands in front of them and recites the vows for them to repeat back to each other as if it’s all normal, as if Hephaestus is just like any other god to her.

She has that same look in her eye that she had before while she does it, but Aphrodite barely notices it before her husband pulls her attention back to him, his promises of love and loyalty more worthy of her attention than anything going on in Hera’s mind.

She and Hephaestus walk down Olympus, hand in hand, husband and wife.

[dark-and-kawaii]

*leaves a basket of your favorite muffins on door step with a note*

Haarlep with innocent virgin pet and guided masterbaition… can you imagine it, spread out on the bed, their sultry voice whispering in your ear to go deeper, their hand guiding yours to curl into your walls. You’re whining and confused by the tightening in your stomach. Then a faint smell of blood… they look down at your fingers stuffed in your tight hole to see the trickle of blood. Makes Haarlep absolutely hungry…

Sorry I have a corruption kink… honestly can’t stop thinking about all our fav side characters corrupting their sweet darlings.

Like Zevlor who is always so sweet…until he spanks you, first it was just a playful thing that stirred something in you. But know you’re acting up…wanting him to bend you over and spank you all the time and hopefully more. Zevlor doesn’t want to hurt his sweet darling, but you have been acting up lately …and he does love your whining gasps and the red hand print he leaves…maybe he will do more this time than spank you over his knee tonight…

And Rolan, well he loves when he can embarrass you…he will have you strip down for him your face so shy and red as he sits naked and spread rubbing his cock on his chair, then he will make you put it in and shove it all the way with one go so you can ride and bounce on it like a desperate slut…

Sorry! I just had to confess my brain rot!

(⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝)!!!!

I love that you confessed this my kinky, sweet, and delightful anon!!

Oh no you have me acting up now!!! I loved reading this and I won’t lie it made my nipp- *clears throat* anywayyyyy!!!!

I hope everyone enjoys your confession and brain rot!!!

This has my mouth watering and my god, the way I would bend over so fast for Zevlor. The way I would submit to Haarlep, and the way I would cry on Rolan’s lap. Anon you are a genius *claps* thank you for making my day!!! My box is always open for you to talk!!

Zevlor smacking your ass RED, BRUISED.

He’d turn you into a moaning, begging mess. Or even better, imagine he starts using his tail to spank you and eventually it starting creeping closer towards your waiting depths, your sloppy wet hole that’s just waiting to be filled. He hesitates momentarily, but then he remembers how you begged for this, whining until you got your way… So he does what you wish, and he slides the pointed part of his tail inside you. You squirm on his lap, try to scream as it scrapes against your gummy walls but a hard smack against your ass makes you fall silent, only whimpers escaping your throat... It’s okay he’ll take care of you afterwards <3

Ugh and Haarlep, let me tell you I love your mind babes!!! Virgin reader/tav with Haarlep would be an absolute treat. Haarlep wants to watch how you make yourself bleed, loves knowing that it was your fingers with their guidance that caused such a vile scene. Haarlep can’t wait to use your blood as their personal lube, cant wait for their cock to become coated in your blood, can't wait for their tongue to be coated in your blood, the incubus just wants your blood on them. Virgin reader/tav, Haarlep will show you the wonders of the universe. You’ll be broken by the times they’re done with you, you mind filled with only one name, Haarlep.

Rolan is so mean, I legit headcanon that Rolan likes to bully you during sex at times. Especially when he’s all pent up and agitated!!! The way he says, “such a desperate little slut.” As he watches you try and take his long cock, it’s so entertaining for him. At times he’ll even act bored which makes you work his cock even more, forcing it to bottom out. The way you scream as it knocks against your cervix has him grinning, “good girl.” Rolan won’t let you cun right away either, the moment he feels your walls tighten around him he’ll hold your hips still, his nails digging into your flesh, “ah ah, don't cum you greedy little whore. I’m not done yet and you will wait until I am satisfied before I give you any relief.”

[darkfalcone]

Running From My Shadow - 1

pairing: toxic!kate bishop x reader; dark!yelena belova x reader

warnings: noncon, fingering, verbal humiliation, gaslighting, knifeplay, toxic kate, face slapping, finger sucking, threats of violence, choking, threats of fisting,

summary: When you meet Yelena for the first time, she unfortunately takes a liking to you.

zhadnaya devushka - greedy girl | сука - bitch | edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🩵🥰

a/n: i can't sleep so i might as well repost the dark fics from my main to here lol

You were invited to an Avengers’ event. Kate had explained that she really wanted you to go; she didn’t want to be alone and with you keeping her company, it wasn’t going to be as bad. Of course, you instantly agreed, and Kate bought you an outfit - even though you insisted that you had something to wear. You sighed. Looking in the mirror, a part of you felt bad that she bought it - especially since you knew it was expensive. But when Kate came up behind you, you shook the thoughts away.

“You look so gorgeous, (your favorite color) really suits you,” Kate smiled, kissing your neck. She wore a matching suit to your outfit - which always made you want to see her in more suits.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “So what’s this event for anyway?”

“Hell if I know, I was just told to show up and that’s when I asked if I could take you with me,” she admitted, causing you to laugh.

“I hope it’s not boring,” you admit, and Kate nodded in agreement.

“I don’t think it’ll be boring knowing Tony. The only thing I need to warn you about is that my ex, Yelena, will be there and if she tries anything please tell me,” she pleaded, causing you to give her a confused look.

“Why would she do anything? Or I should ask: what would she do?” you questioned, but Kate shook her head.

“Nevermind that, just… tell me if she does try something,” she said, refusing to answer your question.

You decided to drop it, not wanting to push the matter further. If Yelena tried anything, you would tell Kate no matter what. Although you had decided to drop it, you couldn’t help but wonder why Kate was so adamant about it. You made a mental note to ask Cassie later, knowing that she would be able to tell you since she was close to Kate.

The car ride was quiet but comfortable - you were a little nervous, this being the first time you were meeting all of them (except Cassie and Carol). You looked at Kate, who smiled back at you - placing her hand on your thigh as she leaned in. A part of you hoped whatever she was about to say wasn’t going to be heard by the driver. You licked your lips nervously as she chuckled in your ear.

“Maybe if you’re a good girl tonight, I’ll fuck you the way you’ve been wanting me to,” she whispered, pulling back as she watched your facial expression. You bit your lip hard, trying to suppress the sound that threatened to come out.

“Please,” you whispered, squeezing your thighs together. You hated how easy it was for Kate to get you desperate, especially when the driver could hear the two of you.

“You gotta wait until we get back home and then I’ll give you what you want,” she smirked, bringing her hand up your thigh. You nodded - not trusting your voice anymore.

Twenty minutes later, the two of you arrived at your destination. Kate got out quickly, rushing to your side of the car so she could open your door. Once you got out and Kate shut the door, she pulled you into her arms.

“Katie,” you whimpered as she kissed your neck. You knew she was teasing you, but as soon as you heard someone cough, you pulled away as quickly as you could.

”Oh, Kate Bishop,” a woman with a thick Russian accent sang, causing Kate to turn around quickly. “Who is this?”

“She’s my girlfriend, Yelena,” Kate snapped, causing the blonde to laugh.

So this was Yelena, you thought to yourself as Yelena turned her attention towards you.

“I’m Yelena. You?” she asked, ignoring the glare Kate was giving her.

“(Your Name),” you gave her a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You brought your hand out for her to shake - Yelena gripped your hand roughly, causing you to whimper. You stayed quiet out of nervousness as the two of them talked. Finally, Kate turned to you and asked if you’d like to come with her to the bathroom. You agreed, figuring that she just wanted you to accompany her.

As soon as the two of you reached the bathroom, Kate pulled you in and locked the door.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked, wanting to make sure Kate was okay. She was good at hiding her emotions with everyone else, but you knew her better than that.

“It’s just- Yelena… whenever I date new people, she develops an attitude that ends up ruining things,” Kate admitted, but you still weren’t sure why she would do that. “Yelena is my ex-girlfriend and I should have told you this sooner, but I didn’t want you to get angry: We’re friends, but I barely see her.”

“Kate, I’m not upset or even angry; I’m just not understanding why you’re so worried about her with me. I hope you know that I love you and I only want to be with you,” you stated, causing Kate to shake her head.

“No, no. I promise you that I trust you. It’s really just her,” she admitted, and you nodded.

“I’m going to go get a drink. Meet me out there?” you suggested.

“Yeah, I won’t be too long,” Kate agreed, pulling you into a kiss before you left the bathroom.

You could tell Kate didn’t want to agree - that she wanted to keep you close by. A part of you thought she was overreacting, but another part of you really believed that she didn’t trust you. You didn’t know Yelena and maybe she had a reason to be nervous, but it was beginning to irritate you.

As you left the bathroom and made your way to the bar, you weren’t sure why you were so nervous. Of course, there was the fact that you were meeting superheroes, but that wasn’t quite what made you nervous.

When you sat down, you asked for water, unsure if you wanted to actually drink. You took a sip as Yelena sat down next to you, tensing up as she reached over and rubbed your back.

“Where’s Kate Bishop?” Yelena asked, watching as you sat the glass of water down on the table.

“Bathroom. I told her that I’d meet her over here,” you stated, making Yelena to shake her head.

“That’s such a shame,” she smirked.

You gave her a confused look, but before you could ask what she meant, the bartender came up to her. You watched as she ordered a drink with ease, your nerves began to rise as you waited for Kate to get out of the bathroom. You didn’t know Yelena and all she was doing was making you uneasy. You didn’t want Kate to get the wrong idea, knowing that she was already on edge.

As soon as the bartender walked away, you spoke up, “Why is that a shame?”

Yelena licked her lips, causing your stomach to turn. You weren’t sure why she was making you feel so anxious, but she was doing it well.

“Because if you were mine, detka, I’d be taking you in the bathroom,” she admitted, smirking at the disgusted look plastered on your face. You wanted to believe that you heard her wrong, but the way Yelena was smirking at you told you that you heard her perfectly.

“Excuse me? Why would you say that?” you snapped.

“What? I’m just being honest,” she shrugged, finally taking a sip of her drink. “Do you want me to lie to you, (Your Name)?”

“No, but you don’t need to be so…” you trailed off as Kate came into your field of vision.

You needed to tell Kate, but Yelena gave you a warning look. You swallowed nervously, making a mental note to tell Kate about it later.

Kate didn’t say a word, pulling you into a heated kiss. You closed your eyes, trying your best to focus on Kate, but all you could really think about was, unfortunately, what Yelena had said. Kate wasn’t overthinking at all. You pulled away as soon as you realized that Kate was trying to show off to Yelena. You weren’t sure why Kate was acting like this now, considering you had never seen her like this before.

You licked your lips, watching as Kate caught her breath. You were just about to say something when a redhead walked up to the two of you.

“Yelena. Hey Kate, this must be (Your name)? I’m Natasha,” she smiled, sticking her hand out.

“Yes, I’m (Your Name), it’s nice to meet you.” You took her hand, shaking it firmly before she turned her attention to Kate once more.

“Hey, Clint wants to talk to you for a second,” Natasha said, and Kate looked over at you.

“Go ahead, I’ll be here,” you smiled.

Kate kissed you once more before she followed Natasha through the crowd. Once she was out of eyesight, Yelena stood up from her seat. Getting closer to you, Yelena leaned in and whispered, “Don’t ever tease me like that again, do you understand?”

You moved a few inches away from her, giving her a confused look. “What are you on about? I was kissing my girlfriend.”

“Right in front of me like some whore. Does Kate know that she’s dating such a filthy fucking whore?” Yelena questioned. She moved closer, making sure that no one was paying attention to the two of you.

“Leave me alone,” you said, moving away from her. “You have no right to say those things to me. I love Kate. I’m with Kate and you will never say anything to me again.”

With that, you made your way through the crowd to find Kate.

——

On the way back to Kate’s apartment, you were quiet. You weren’t sure how to bring everything up - or how Kate would react to it. You knew you were going to have to say something, not wanting Kate to accuse you of hiding it from her. You just needed to find a way to go about it.

“You’re so quiet, baby. Is everything okay?” Kate asked, placing her hand on your thigh.

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired. That’s all,” you said, which wasn’t a complete lie. You were exhausted and you needed to sleep. “Are you okay with me spending the night tonight?”

Kate laughed, shaking her head, “I’ve told you this already, you can spend the night any time you’d like.”

You gave her a small smile, “Thank you.”

——

When the two of you got to her apartment, you thanked the driver before heading inside. You took off your shoes at the door before making your way to the couch. You were exhausted - mentally more than anything. It was a great party and everyone was nice to you, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the way Yelena had acted towards you. You had done nothing to warrant it, which you knew bothered you more than anything else.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Kate wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you back so you were against her chest. You tried your best to wiggle away from her, but her grip was too strong. Kate kissed the back of your neck, chuckling as you struggled in her arms.

“Kate, I’m not really in the mood tonight,” you said, causing Kate to move away from you quicker than you expected. She bit her lip and you knew she was upset now.

“Why? Before the party you were begging me to fuck you. What’s changed?” she asked defensively.

“I’m just tired, that’s all.” you said, giving her an odd look. You weren’t sure why she was acting like that; you had been tired before when she had wanted to fuck you and she had never acted like that.

You stood up from your spot, shaking your head, “I think I’m going to go to sleep at my apartment tonight.”

Kate stood up, following you to the door. “Wait, why?”

“I just want to sleep in my own bed, okay? There’s no other reason?” you said. You didn’t want to put up with Kate’s new attitude.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I’m just on edge because of Yelena,” Kate sighed, making you shake your head.

“If you don’t trust your friend, that’s fine. But you should be able to trust me,” you said, trying your best to avoid looking at Kate’s face. You knew she was pouting, trying her best to get you to stay, but it wasn’t going to work. You were upset and Kate was making things much worse than they already were.

“I-” Kate began, but you stopped her before she could get any more words out. You weren’t going to give in to her - you were going to stand your ground, because in any other situation both you and Kate knew you’d give in. But this time? This time was going to be different. You had to make it different.

“I’m leaving, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” you snapped, opening her apartment door.

“At least let me get you a cab?” she offered, a look of defeat on her face.

“No, I’m good, I’ll walk.” you said before walking out of the door.

——

It was a bit chilly out and you hugged yourself as you walked down the street. You were beginning to regret not letting Kate get you a ride home, but you needed to show her that she couldn’t just pretend she wasn’t acting the way that she was. At least your apartment wasn’t too far away from hers, so the walk wasn’t too bad.

As you continued walking, you began to feel as if someone was watching you. Shaking your head, you pulled out your phone to give your legs a bit of a break. You needed music - something - to keep your mind busy. Seeing the twenty text messages and three missed calls from Kate, you almost turned around and went back to her. After all, you loved her and you were just upset with the situation.

You took a few deep breaths before turning around. You didn’t want to be away from Kate, considering it would have been your first night away from her in months. But, as you turned around, you let out a gasp seeing Yelena standing behind you.

“Where’s Kate Bishop?” Yelena asked, crossing her arms to her chest.

“At her apartment,” you said, short and quick, before you attempted to walk past her. To your surprise, she held her hand out to your chest to stop you.

“Not so fast, (Your Full Name), I just want to talk,” Yelena said, looking in your eyes. She smiled as you turned your head, avoiding eye contact with her.

“I’ve got to go, I can’t,” you said, trying to push away her arm, but Yelena was much stronger than you.

“Not even for five minutes? I think that’s quite rude. You’re going to talk with me, now,” was all she said before dragging you into the nearest alleyway.

“What-!” You gasped, trying your best to pull away from Yelena - you weren’t sure why she was doing this or what she was planning on doing with you. “Let me go!”

When you screamed, Yelena pushed you onto the ground roughly, causing you to cry out. “Shut the fuck up! You don’t want to attract any attention, do you?”

You ignored her, still in shock with the sudden change of attitude. You shouted, “Yelena, that really fucking hurt!”

“Oh, you think that hurt? Poor baby,” Yelena laughed, rushing towards you.

Yelena kicked you in the ribs as hard as she could. When you wrapped your arms around yourself, Yelena got down on one knee, grabbing you by the neck roughly. “Did that hurt, pretty baby?” she teased.

You spat towards her, surprising yourself when it landed on her face. To your horror, Yelena wiped it away and proceeded to lick it off her hand. “Stand up, now,” Yelena demanded, her cold demeanor coming back. You shook your head.

“I’m not getting up, fuck you,” you spat, backing away as Yelena stood up.

Pulling out a knife from what seemed like nowhere, Yelena gave you a small smile. “I said stand up. Now.”

Although you were scared, a part of you knew that, realistically, she wasn’t going to hurt you with that knife. Maybe she would and you’re just being too confident, but you needed to be. You had just met her, and this is how she was going to act? You knew it was stupid of you, but that was going to help you fight.

“And I said no,” you snapped back.

You squealed in surprise as Yelena got on top of you faster than you could process. Yelena held the knife to your throat, adding a little bit of pressure and smiling when you whimpered.

“I can see why Kate loves you so much. Unfortunately for you and her, I like taking her things,” Yelena whispered, leaning her head down so her mouth was near your ear. “And you don’t want to stand up? That’s fine, I’ll take you right here on the dirty ground. It’s fitting, really.”

“I- what do you mean by ‘take’?” your eyes widened, but Yelena just sat up, straddling your waist.

You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to watch as Yelena cut your shirt open. “God, this bra looks so good on you from just the light of the lamp above us. Kate bought it for you?” she asked, amusement laced in her voice that made you sick.

Yelena slapped you across the face, “I believe I asked you a question and really, (Your Full Name), I don’t think you’re in any position to ignore my questions. The next time you ignore a question, you won’t be given a warning.”

“K-Kate did buy it for me,” you whispered.

“See, was that so hard?” Yelena sighed, shaking her head.

Yelena cut your bra, licking her lips as she got a good look at your tits. “Now I get it: Kate pays for all your nice things and in return, you let her fuck you.”

“What-“ you began, but Yelena clapped her hand onto your mouth.

“You’re being too loud. There’s people coming and if you so much as make one little sound, I’ll slit your throat right here with no hesitation. Nod if you understand, slut,” she whispered.

You hesitantly nodded your head, earning a predatory smile from Yelena.

“Good girl. As soon as they’re far away, I’m going to fuck you better than Kate Bishop ever could, and you’re going to take it like the good girl that you are. Then I’ll send you on your way, okay? Nod if you understand,” she instructed. You nodded as you watched a group of women walk past the alley that the two of you were in.

After six minutes of waiting, Yelena finally moved her hand away from your mouth. “Such a good girl. I’m going to put the knife away, so don’t give me another reason to bring it back out. You won’t like me then,” she warned, moving down so she could unzip your pants. “Matching panties too? God, Kate Bishop has such great taste, I can give her that.” Yelena smiled, pulling your pants off you, along with your underwear.

You watched as she grabbed your underwear, putting it into her pants pocket. “A little souvenir. Spread your legs for me.”

You stood still, not wanting to do anything she wanted you to. Yelena raised an eyebrow, reaching for her knife again, causing you to open your legs faster than you expected to. Yelena brought her hand down hard against your pussy. You cried out, turning your head to look at the wall as she slid a single finger into you.

“God you’re so wet, are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you? I bet I could make you come with just one finger. You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that? I want you to say it. I want you to say: I’m such a slut, I’ll let anyone fuck me,” Yelena snapped, curling her finger inside of you, causing you to squeeze your legs together. Yelena wasn’t allowing this – pulling out her knife, she cut you a little on your stomach. You cried out, causing Yelena to laugh. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. It’s not even that deep, you’ll live. Now, be a good fucking girl and keep your fucking legs open.”

“There you are, let me see that pretty pussy of yours. You know, even in this alley, with the lighting not being the best, you, (Your Full Name), have such a pretty cunt that I can’t wait to ruin,” Yelena commented and you realized that she was more so talking to herself than you.

Yelena added a second finger, picking up her pace as she brought the pad of her thumb to your clit. Rubbing hard and rough circles, she watched as you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet. “You know, I almost waited until you got to your apartment. I was waiting outside of Kate’s apartment. Oh? That’s your spot, isn’t it? Go on, you’re allowed to come as much as you want. But, as I was saying before, I was following you down the street, but you looked too good to wait a few more blocks.”

“Please…” you whimpered, causing Yelena to still her fingers.

“You want more? Zhadnaya devushka, don’t worry; I’ve got something much, much better for you,” Yelena said, pulling her fingers out of you and bringing them to her mouth as she brought her other hand to her zipper.

You lifted your head just as Yelena pulled her pants down to the middle of her thighs. She roughly pushed your legs further apart before moving so she was laying on top of you. Lining up the tip of the toy to your entrance, Yelena bottomed out in one rough thrust, laughing lightly as you cried out in pain. “Aw, what’s the matter? Were you not ready for my cock? You’re so wet, I don’t think you’re really in pain. You wanted me to fuck you since the moment you saw me.”

“N- no! No, I didn’t. I love Kate!” you snapped, trying to push Yelena off of you. You felt gross and cold, and you wanted nothing more than to go back to your apartment. Yelena continued to fuck you at a bruising pace, not allowing you a break.

“Oh? You love Kate Bishop? Then why are you letting me fuck you on this dirty ground while she’s at home all alone?” Yelena whispered in your ear, bringing her hand to your right nipple.

Yelena licked her lips as you let out a pained gasp, “Or maybe we should call her? Let her know how much of a whore her girlfriend really is? How does that sound?”

“Please no-!” you yelled, causing Yelena to slap you as hard as she could with the hand that was playing with your nipple.

The force of the hit causing you to stop fighting and you began to stare up into the night sky as Yelena continued to fuck you. You should have stayed at Kate’s, or at least let her order a cab for you, yet here you were. You were going to have to tell her as soon as you could.

“Fuck, you take me so well, I’m going to have to get a much bigger strap huh?” Yelena moaned as she continued to fuck you.

After a good ten minutes, Yelena pulled out of you. “I see you didn’t come, and that’s completely okay! You can’t tell me you didn’t have fun, though.”

You sat up, wiping away your tears as soon as Yelena stood up. You didn’t want her to be around you any longer than she had to. Grabbing her jacket that you hadn’t noticed she took off and handed to you. “Here, wear this on your way back to your apartment, I can’t have you going home with nothing on.”

You reluctantly took it from her, putting it on before you put your pants back on. “I want my underwear back.” You said, looking at the ground as you stood up. You needed a hot shower, and you wanted nothing more than to get away from her.

“You want your panties back?” she teased. You and her both knew that she heard you correctly.

“Yes…” you whispered, flinching as Yelena got closer to you.

“If you want them back, all you have to do is give me a kiss,” Yelena laughed, causing you to zip up the jacket she had given you.

“Just keep it and leave me alone, okay?” you said before walking out of the alley.

“Oh, (Your Name),” Yelena called out, causing you to turn around and face her. “If you tell anyone, I’ll hurt you. Understood? I know where you work, where you live, where you go for fun when you’re not spending time with Kate Bishop. I can take you out faster than anyone would or could notice. I mean it, (Your Name).”

You didn’t say a word - only nodding before you walked away and headed towards your apartment. You weren’t going to sleep tonight - you knew it. Maybe after your shower you’d pick up reading? Maybe that will keep your mind off of what Yelena did to you? All these questions ran through your head as you walked home. You took your time, not seeing a point in rushing home.

You flinched as your phone rang and when you saw that it was Kate, you breathed a sigh of relief for a good moment before realizing that you couldn’t tell Kate what had just happened. Not now, not ever. You took a deep breathe, finally answering her phone.

“(Your Name), what have you been doing that was more important than answering me? What the fuck? I said I was sorry, why can’t you just accept that?” Kate snapped, causing you to realize that you had been crying. You were just a block away from your apartment now - no Yelena in sight, thankfully.

“I-I’m sorry, I had my phone on silent and I decided to go for a walk when I got home. I’m sorry for not answering,” you apologized. You knew you weren’t so much in the wrong, but you also knew if you didn’t say what she wanted to hear, Kate was going to hold onto it for a while and that was something you didn’t need to deal with on top of what just happened.

“Well, next time you need to answer right away, okay? How about you come back here and show me how sorry you are? You weren’t listening to me: I trust you babe, it’s Yelena that I don’t,” Kate pleaded, causing you to sigh.

You should have listened to her - this was all your fault.

You began to cry harder, trying your best not to be too loud. The last thing you needed was for Kate to hear you and ask a bunch of questions. “Can I come first thing in the morning? I’ll bring us food and some movies, and-and I’ll even bring my switch and we can play some games!”

“Sounds like a plan. And bring your collar, I want to fuck you during the movies you bring,” Kate said, and you bit your lip as hard as you could. You didn’t want her to touch you, but you knew that she would grow suspicious if you denied her. You needed to act as if Yelena didn’t hurt you and that everything was okay. “Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll buy you some stuff that I’ve been wanting you to wear?”

You wiped away your tears as you finally reached your apartment complex. “You don’t have to, really. I still have a few things I haven’t worn yet.”

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed. I love you,” Kate said.

You swallowed. “I love you too.”

As soon as she hung up on you, you reached your front door. Looking around before pulling your keys out, and once more before unlocking it and walking in. You shut the door quickly, locking the door and making sure that it was locked three times before you turned on a light. You hated feeling like this, hated feeling like Yelena was going to pop out of nowhere like she did.

You walked around your living room, making sure your side door was locked completely, along with every window. Making your way up the stairs, you continued to look behind you until you made to the second floor. You rushed to your room, closing the door and shutting it. You locked your bedroom door and ripped off the jacket she had given you. Kicking it underneath your bed, you pulled your pants down and kicked them across the room. Rushing into the bathroom that was connected to your room, you turned on the shower and got in. You just needed to get the dirt off of you as well as the feeling of Yelena’s touch.

Trying your best not to cry, you scrubbed your skin as hard as you could. You wanted to desperately tell Kate, but couldn’t. Even if you could, would she actually believe you? Would she accuse you of wanting to fuck her the moment you saw her at the party? You wanted nothing more than to forget about it, but your mind was racing. Thankfully you weren’t going to ever see Yelena again and that made you feel a lot better, but you knew tomorrow you were going to have to let Kate fuck you, or she would know something was wrong.

“Fuck!” you shouted, turning off the water.

You got out of the shower, grabbing the towel from the rack before drying yourself off. You didn’t feel like putting clothes back on - crawling into your bed, you closed your eyes, letting sleep take over.

—-

You woke up, squeezing your thighs shut as you felt something touch your pussy. Snapping your eyes open once you were awake enough and alert, you turned to see Yelena sitting next you just as she slid two fingers inside you. Taken by surprise, you opened your mouth to scream, but Yelena shoved two fingers into your mouth with her other hand.

“Don’t be too loud, don’t want the neighbors to know much of a pathetic, cheating slut you are. Or do you want that? Want them to come over and fuck you next after me?” Yelena asked teasingly. “Oh what? Mouth too full to speak? How cute.”

Yelena continued to fuck you with her fingers, quickly adding a third. “God, you’re taking my fingers like a champ. I don’t think I’m ever going to stop visiting you,” she stated, licking her lips. She removed her fingers from your mouth, her eyes glued on you as you squeezed yours shut.

“Please…” you whimpered, trying to fight the orgasm that was fast approaching. “Please stop, Yelena, please.”

“You sound so fucking good when you beg,” Yelena complimented you, causing you to feel sick to your stomach. Yelena pulled her fingers out of your pussy and brought them up to your mouth. “Spit.”

When you didn’t, she shrugged, “No fun.” before bringing them to her own mouth. She spat once, and then twice before bringing them back down to your pussy.

Yelena pushed all three fingers back into you before adding a fourth one. “Wow, you know, for someone who really doesn’t like this, you sure are wet enough to take my whole fist. Let’s see if you can, shall we?”

You shook your head, bringing your hand that wasn’t near Yelena and punching her as hard as you could. To your surprise, she didn’t flinch at all.

“Really?!?” Yelena snapped, “Cукa. If you’re going to hit me, you should maybe hit me a little harder - that was just pathetic.”

“You’re the pathetic one, having to force yourself on someone. What? Nobody wanted to fuck you?” you snapped.

You gasped as she grabbed you by the throat roughly. “I can have anyone I want, but I chose you. You should be grateful I’m fucking you.”

Yelena let go of your neck, looking down and smiling when she realized how much of a mess you were making. When you accidentally let out a noise you had been holding in for who knows how long, Yelena’s smile grew bigger. “Oh? Are you about to come for me?” Yelena asked, even though she knew the answer already.

You shook your head, trying your best to deny what was approaching fast. “You can come, baby, really. But, I want you to say that I fuck you better than Kate while you do.”

“N-No!” you cried out, trying to pull at her wrist, but once again, she was too strong.

“Do I need to hurt you?” Yelena asked. When you shook your head, she sighed, “Then say it. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You’re so close, (Your Full Name), come on, be a good girl and say it.”

You bit your lip, but when Yelena wrapped her hand around your throat and squeezed, you choked out, “You… you fuck me better than Kate!”

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear that,” she teased, letting go of your neck.

“You- you fuck me better than Kate, please-” you cried out as you came.

Yelena continued her pace as she fucked you through your orgasm, allowing you to ride it out before she removed her fingers. Bringing them to your mouth, she shoved two of her fingers as far as she could get them. She pulled them out as you began to gag. “You really need to work on that gag reflex, (Your Full Name). Does Kate not fuck your face?”

You looked down at your hands, refusing to look at Yelena longer than you already had. “How did you get in? I made sure I locked everything,” you said, hoping she would be honest with you.

“Oh, now why would I tell you that?” she teased. “Have fun at Kate’s, but remember, if you tell her…”

“I won’t, I won’t,” you said, hoping she would be satisfied with your answer.

“Good girl. Have fun.”

With that, Yelena walked out of your room and, you assumed, down the stairs. Turning to look at the clock, you sighed when you realized it was only seven in the morning. You had two hours before Kate was expecting you, but a part of you wanted to cancel - to lie and tell her you were sick, but you knew she would never fall for that. You dragged yourself out of bed and once you grabbed the clothes you wanted to wear, you took a long, hot shower again.

You packed a bag: a few outfits, some movies, and your switch, and called Kate to see if she was up. After the second ring, she answered, “Hey babe,” she said, and you smiled softly.

You and Kate had issues, but hearing her voice was comforting now. “Hey, I know it’s earlier than usual but would it be okay if I come now? I’ll be spending the weekend too if you’re still okay with that.”

“I totally am, I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Kate said.

“Yeah! I’m finding a ride right now,” you said before Kate hung up.

You took a deep breath as you ordered a ride, unsure of what was going to happen. You were usually awful at keeping secrets, but you knew you were going to have to try your best with this. A part of you wanted to know how Yelena got in your apartment, suddenly not feeling safe in your own space.

Once your uber was two minutes away, you grabbed your bag and went outside. Locking your door and making sure it was locked, you hoped the next few days were going to be great.

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chapter 1 : Another privateer: Nikolai Lantsov x fem!reader

A/N: I'm having so much fun writing this. So much that chapter 2 may be coming faster than expected 😊 😊 😊

CHAPTER 1 : ORIGINS

Y/N Y/L/N was a Grisha. An Inferni, to be precise. Raised in the small palace but never adjusting properly to the royal life. She was not like Zoya, proud, confident and more queen-like than an actual queen. She was not like Genya, careful, gentle and quiet (even if that came with a bit of cunning). Or like Nadya with all her positive attitude and calmness.

No.

Y/N was someone you would call a trouble maker.

More often than not her kefta was disheveled, torn or dirtied, her hair messy, her face reddened, eyes glistening. She was the kid who was running through the palace corridors, fooling around, teasing and playing pranks on everyone else. Not listening to her Inferni teachers, skipping classes and causing havoc. All those rules and limitations that she was so swiftly finagling were boring and confining and she could not deal with them. She did not want to deal with them. She did not want to relent.

However, such vivid expression of emotions and god, forbid – fun -was unacceptable.

Especially from a kid.

Especially from an Inferni, who dealt with the most dangerous and unpredictable element.

And especially from a legacy as her father used to call her, even if the sound of the word made her sick to the stomach. Much to her resentment Y/N came from a long line of merited, noble house and what was expected of her had little to do with joy. Her father was the personal advisor of the king so her family was always close to the royals and that meant attending banquets, balls, playing the role of someone she was not. And someone who she did not wish to be. A lady.

She had obligations, duties and strict agenda and it was weighting her down.

“Sit still!” her mother scoffed her during another preparation for another royal dinner. “You have to act like a girl and look like one, not a tatterdemalion.”

She never complied with any rules.

One day, when it all became too much, she used her skills to set the curtains in one of the classes on fire and run away from, as far as possible. And that’s how she found herself in the presence of second son, prince Nikolai Lantsov. Of course she knew who he was when full of anger, with fierce face expression run into the forest surrounding the palace, ready to burn it to the ground. Of course she remembered that a prince should be treated with respect. She clearly recollected all the bow in his presence, act coy and cautiously, be gentle….. Saints! Even the memory made her roll her eyes and she could not care less. As for the prince he took one glance at her messy figure and literal fire in her eyes made him gasp in awe on the inside and smirk characteristically on the outside. He remembered that girl.

“Hard day?”

“You have no idea.” She muttered flopping onto the ground with a heavy groan.

“I actually think I do. You know, I am the prince after all.” Silent emphasis on the title did not slip by her.

“Oh I’m sorry, moi tsarevich.” She immediately jumped to her feet and bowed in the funniest way he had ever seen, almost tripping over her own feet “forgive me for my audacity. Will you grant me the honor of resting on the ground in your presence?”

“You’re something different, aren’t you?” he looked at her carefully with sparks in his eyes “not like the other Grishas here?”

“Whatever that may mean, I guess not.” She shrugged “Whatever, but my parents would probably disinherit me if they knew how I’m addressing the prince at the moment.”

“Good thing the prince appreciates your honest attitude.” He laughed whole-heartedly and all the tension in her shoulders disappeared just because of that sound. Apparently he was something else than what was presented to people as well.

“Does he?” she raised an eyebrow “I thought him to be the one greedy for blarney and cocky.”

“Can you blame me? I mean look at that handsome face.” Nikolai grinned and that earned him a chuckle from her “Someone’s feeling better, I see. I know, I know, my sense of humor is impeccable.”

“Cocky it is” she nodded to herself.

 “True, I don’t mind a good praise. But I’m bored with pretenses and restrictions. I can’t really do much of what I want in the palace and that is just…..”

“Infuriating?”  

“Yeah…..” He glanced at her once again but this time it was like he really saw her “I’m Nikolai. Not a prince, not a tsarevich, not a royal.”

“Bet you say that to all the girls you flirt.” Y/N spat, but deep inside started to wonder if he really was on a fist name basis with every girl Grisha in the palace. Given his direct approach to the matter that truly was something to wonder about. And it made her feel ….. weird. Saints! She barely met him and he managed to spark something with all the attention focused on her. Probably the first person she met who did not considered her a menace.

“Careful there.” he warned playfully “You got yourself in good terms with me and if you want to keep being yourself you’re gonna need someone to look after you. Guess that’s gonna be me.”

“Look after? Really? I’m not some stray cat who needs protecting. Besides, I’ve been doing fine till now.”

“How about the turn fine into amazing?” he smiled and she could not help reciprocating. “come on, look me in the face and tell me that does not sound promising.”

“I’m Y/N.” she laughed unable to do what he asked but not wishing to say it straight away “Want to make some mess?”

***

From that day they became friends, but kept it in secret, stealing all the little moments together. No one knew. For three years. And it all came out because of Zoya and her scheming.

***

There were probably better ways of meeting than sneaking out in the middle of night to that one spot in the forest, but both Y/N and Nikolai had some flair for dramatics. He was a prince trained in sword fights and combat and she was an Inferni, what was the worst thing that could have happened , right? Besides, the palace and adjoining grounds were a safe place, right?

“Nik! You came!” Y/n emerged from behind the trees immediately spotting her best buddy, already there, waiting for her. Honestly, she felt relieved when he showed up first. Nikolai has been acting strange for the last couple of weeks, avoiding her, defending himself with all the duties. Well, as if she didn’t have things to do! Between being Grisha and training and her obligations towards father and the crown, she really had to cut down on sleep and rest to tear time for him. But it was important. Maybe it was more important for her than for him. And all that’s been happening got her mind spinning and well, worrying.  

“Missed me that much?” he smirked observing her coming closer, her coat disheveled, hair messed, as usual since some things never changed, even after years.  

“Pf! You wish.”

“And what if I do?” that mocking expression disappeared from his face, replaced by seriousness and care.

“I bet you say that to all the girls…..” she laughed, trying her best to defuse the tension. Even though the Inferni were the Grishas who could not start a fire out of nothing, at that moment she swore she could make a flame from all the feelings inside.  

“No. No I don’t” he took her hand in his, caressing it gently and intertwining their fingers. Her small hand aligning so well with his.  

“What are you doing?” as much as she wanted to turn around and run away that simple gesture as holding hands got her absolutely frozen in place. Rooted to the ground.

“Dazzling you with my charm?” his other hand travelled up to cup her cheek.

“It doesn’t work on me.” She opposed, eyes widening in shock, breath hitched in anticipation of what was coming.

“Too bad.” he leaned forward, but before their lips met pulled away leaving her absolutely confused.

She frowned but the teasing smirk on his face told her everything she had to know.

“Told you” Y/N shrugged “it’s not working. Bet you know it as well since you backed down on your own.”

“I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He spat back.

“Mhm. Sure. Whatever game you were playing here, tsarevich, you lost. Bet you don’t like that, do you?”

“How was your day, fireball? „he let go of her completely, sitting on the tree trunk and patting the spot next to him invitingly “Managed to fry any dummy of an opponent?”

“Many. But you know, the night is still young, I got a chance to add another one to the list.”

“Got your mind on anyone in particular?”

“Maybe. Not that it’s of your concern. How was your day, prince?” she was trying, but could not hide that annoyed tone and he knew well enough that if it came to calling him with official titles it was serious. Good. At least now he knew what feeling she was hiding inside. Not that he was going to take it easy on her. “did you managed to charm anyone? Your brother, perhaps?”

“Don’t even get me started on that…..”

***      

Ever since that almost-kiss in the forest something has changed between them and it was hard to determine whether it was a good or a bad shift. There was a lot more teasing than usual and that giving the fact, Nikolai were a natural at that. But now, when he saw her in the palace or in the ground or in the library he was always approaching her, commenting on her fighting skills and technique, even in the presence of other Grishas. On top of being known as the most unruly person in the Little Palace, now the rumors considering her relationship with prince has started. Oh, Nikolai just loved to make her life harder than it had to be and she had enough, ready to confront him and tell him off.

Right at the moment.

But when she ditched her Inferni practice (again) and was on her way to the royal wing of the palace, unexpected appearance of her father put her off the stride.

“Y/N” he smiled in a predatory manner, putting arm on her shoulders and walking her away from destination “I’ve got good news. Our family has been invited to the banquet. You included.”

“What? No. No way. I’m not….”

“You are going, I won’t hear a word about it. And you will behave.”

“but….” She squirmed. The grip on her was hard and hurt to the point when some tears showed in her eyes. And of course that was the moment Nikolai chose to show up. Just one glance at her face was enough for him to take action, she did not wish for.

“Lord f/l/n.” he spoke in the most royal tone he could.

“moi tsarevich.”

“Y/N” Nik turned his gaze on her, but she did not say and only another press on the shoulders made her mutter some sort of greeting “I think there’s no need to keep your daughter a prisoner, lord f/l/n. Whatever she may have done we have other sort of punishments in the palace.”

“Of course.” with such words she was able to breathe normally again “this one’s a challenge. Refused ‘to attend the …..”

“I know. “Nik smirked “but I really hope to see you tonight, Y/n”

“Tonight?! What do you mean tonight!?” she cried out “I need like a week of mental preparations for that!”

“No, you don’t” both men said in unison, each with different tone.

Yes, she was forced to attend.

to be continued

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[a-lost-illusion]

I love your page! I found so many gems through the beauty and the beast week event from this year some happy you’re still here and sharing your content with us. Could I please ask you the following: what do you feel many people either misunderstand or get wrong about Adam the most– I know there’s a lot to choose from and even incorporated things in your writing but what, whenever you come across it, almost causes a knee-jerk reaction?

And

What do you think Adam misunderstands or gets wrong about himself – looking at this post transformation/reverting back to being a human. Let’s say he’s had a little bit of time to reflect on what happened. What do you think he would have trouble understanding about himself?

Oh wow, what an ask! While I didn’t participate in the BatB week this year, I’m honoured to know that you’ve taken the time to follow my blog and read through all my posts, as dated as some of them might be. The fact that I’ve been running this blog for over 10 years now makes me feel incredibly old; it's not even funny.

It was hard for me to peg down the one thing I’d say that people get wrong about Adam the most, so I’ll share two instead (posted under the cut).

He was vain and self-obsessed with himself before the curse, just like Gaston

This is an interpretation that seems to have taken off since the release of the 2017 film and Disney-sanctioned fanfic novels like Serena Valentino’s The Beast Within and Alex Singer’s Disney Mirrorverse: Belle—none of which I consider canon. The prologue of the original movie describes the Prince as “spoiled, selfish, and unkind,” not a vain narcissist who enjoys drawing attention to himself. And while I get that fans like to argue that Gaston is a narrative foil for the Beast, that doesn’t mean they need to have the exact same character traits to effectively complement one another. What’s wrong with giving your male characters different flaws—one who’s entitled and greedy, but secretly unhappy on the inside, and one who’s shallow, arrogant and doesn’t feel he needs to change to get what he wants? I genuinely can’t tell if Disney’s trying to make Adam more villainous to justify why he should be in their Disney Villains line, or if they’re padding on more flaws to make him more dislikeable to viewers (which is especially problematic, since these extra flaws make you question why Belle would fall in love with him in the first place).

In post-transformation, Adam is utterly dependent on Belle while she wears the pants in their relationship

I get that this is likely Disney’s way of doing damage control, especially after all the Disney-bashing that came out in the 2010s, arguing that their princesses are too meek and antifeminist for their own good. But you also don’t have to take away the male lead’s autonomy to create a strong, independent female character. Personally, I think Belle and Adam would be equals in their relationship, mutually supporting one another as they acclimatize (or in Adam’s case, re-acclimatize) to life as a provincial prince and princess. Please stop going the Frozen route and either sidelining or making the male lead a dumbass so the female lead seems smarter and more competent. It’s boring, and it’s just going to alienate your fanbase in the long run.

In terms of what Adam misunderstands or gets wrong about himself, I’d say it’s that his identity isn’t defined by his mistakes, but by what he learns from them. In almost all my multichapter fics, there comes a point where Adam’s guilt over the curse makes him feel he’s unworthy of love. Sometimes, Belle is the one who convinces him otherwise, sometimes it’s himself. As a side note, one interpretation I’ve gleaned from the film’s “vincit qui se vincit” motto is that to be victorious, you must learn to overcome your moral weaknesses, including your desire to be cruel and selfish. To me, this movie isn’t just about a beast learning to love. It’s about a beast learning to overcome his inner darkness so he can “conquer” his curse and become the man he’s supposed to be. But that kind of narrative doesn't jive with Disney these days, so it's better for them to give Belle full credit for changing him so it's more #feminist.

I hope I answered these questions well enough for you, OP, but in case I missed anything, feel free to let me know. Thank you for stopping by my inbox!

[sohmiya]

Maxine Taylor @.maxtaylor · 3s

tits- i mean “HITS that keep my label in the business” EP is OUT NOW!!!!! lmk what song ur claiming 👀

enjoy the show 🅴

succubus

TMZ 🅴

poster rockstar 🅴

poster rockstar (clean ver.)

℗&© 2023 Heavenly Isle Records. Distributed by @infamous-if

enjoy the show

baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know people gather here like it’s a ritual but it’s no cult, i’m just heaven-sent if you don’t know who’s the baddest bitch of all don’t need the internet ‘cause here i am if you hate that i’m a paradigm just set up your confessional and have a cry lights, camera, action baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know i’m a vip (so marvelous) wanna get rid of me? (that’s blasphemous) you know they prayed for me i’m a prophecy i’ll bring you to your knees you’ll beg for me bow and put your hands together in the name of the mother and the daughter you won’t mistake me for another you’ll never lose me in translation every language knows my name and they say that i’m the greatest baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know i’m a vip (so marvelous) wanna get rid of me? (that’s blasphemous) you know they prayed for me i’m a prophecy i’ll bring you to your knees you’ll beg for me you’ll go insane trying to convince yourself i’m playing with your mind you’re not hallucinating look more closely, i’m the sign an intervention so divine baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know i’m a vip (so marvelous) wanna get rid of me? (that’s blasphemous) you know they prayed for me i’m a prophecy i’ll bring you to your knees you’ll beg for me

succubus

this party sucks no, i got nothing nice to say so i just keep my mouth shut anyway, thanks for the invite i hate it here someone do something make it interesting before i throw a fit i’m so bored out of my mind but i see somebody walking my way i got tricks that can make people scream my name and not just on stage you say you’d rather i demonstrate so you take me somewhere private bet you think i’m the prey you flip the switch but i turn the tables you got me acting so scandalous but don’t need a tape to go viral each round i can turn up the Scoville, hot as hell and i’m the succubus slithering into your temporal well, this was nice but i don’t run it back i keep it moving, onto the next our first is your last time but night and day you say you dream of me and i’m not heartless i can pretend to be in love one more night new party, same guy walking my way you know my tricks that can make people scream my name and not just on stage you’re addicted and your pupils dilated though you try to get me out your head you can’t stay away you flip the switch but i turn the tables you got me acting so scandalous but don’t need a tape to go viral each round i can turn up the Scoville, hot as hell and i’m the succubus slithering into your temporal i’m sending chills down your spine like emails finding the receptors deep in your mind so well they got you all alone reaching between your thighs got you wishing that you had me on your speed dial i one-up ‘em every time

TMZ

oh, here we go again been here, done this god, i’m so over it but i’m still in demand Cirque-Du-Soleil level kind of shit do i keep you entertained? this is not why i’m getting paid is this a charity case? i’m so tired of TMZ always milking my history but i’m feeling so generous go bring up my exes want gossip? i’ll give you a page now all eyes on me i’m so fucking greedy guess you think that you won go ahead, have your fun can’t let this attention go to waste paparazzi in my face want picture perfect? i’m the gallery everybody wants a taste call Michelin give me a star or three do i keep you entertained? this is not why i’m getting paid is this a charity case? i’m so tired of TMZ always milking my history but i’m feeling so generous go bring up my exes want gossip? i’ll give you a page now all eyes on me i’m so fucking greedy guess you think that you won go ahead, have your fun can’t let this attention go to waste i’m smart about my image ‘cause i was trained by the best yeah, i should thank my manager ‘cause you walked right into my hands you think i’m your freak you’re just my puppet but i’m no creature of habit ugh, this is looking like a rerun i’m so tired of TMZ always milking my history but i’m feeling so generous go bring up my exes want gossip? i’ll give you a page now all eyes on me i’m so fucking greedy while you’re stirring the pot on my rumored new flame me and besties blow up the stage by the time you shut down you’re done running your mouth but they’re never forgetting my name

poster rockstar (clean version)

the audio is the original because i second coming wasn’t able to record the clean version

no time for romance let me put you on the wait list i write the hits that keep my label in the business but call the doctor ‘cause i think i got a slipped disc from holding up my bosses like a reimagined greek myth i’m no industry plant not swimming in green but i’m so organic i’m raising the bar sending the big shots into a panic yeah, i’m this generation’s poster rockstar headlining tours and tabloids dominating charts and bad boys i can make your mama cry and break your dad’s heart sometimes, my agent gets a headache but it’s still within his pay grade yeah, he knows he got the perfect poster rockstar i’m so sick but don’t assume that it’s contagious one in a million yeah, they know that i’m the realest i’ll make it just to see my name on someone’s hit list crucified now, worshipped later call me lady Jesus after the supper, they’re gonna love me it’s a conversion whatever i serve, they’re eating it up it’s a communion yeah, i’m this generation’s poster rockstar headlining tours and tabloids dominating charts and bad boys i can make your mama cry and break your dad’s heart sometimes, my agent gets a headache but it’s still within his pay grade yeah, he knows he got the perfect poster rockstar i know one day you’ll be in LA on the walk of fame you’ll see i’ll have my own star

[fullofbees]

1 John 2:16

Mammon insists on you entertaining him when he's bored, so you make sure it's a night his skin will never forget.

CW: Smut, Domme!Reader, Sub!Mammon, Masochist Mammon, Impact Play (Riding Crop), Mild Cock-and-Ball Torture, Handjobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Vibrators, Prostate Milking

Word Count: 3, 528

»»----------► Reader is Gender Neutral

Mammon bursts through the door to your bedroom, the force causing the door to smack loudly as it swings into the wall. His sudden presence startles you, muscles tensing as you clutch the newest TSL manga to your chest. 

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, can’t you knock?!”

He ignores your question, collapsing onto your bed. Lying on his back, he sprawls out, legs dangling off the side of the bed. 

“I’m so boooored. Everyone in this house is borin’!”

You sigh, placing a bookmark between the pages, knowing Levi would kill you for dog-earing his precious manga. “I suppose you want me to entertain you?”

“Of course! A human like you should feel honored at the chance to entertain the Great Mammon,” he boasts, turning on his side to face you. His familiar smile teases you, daring you to take the bait and play.

Setting the manga on your nightstand, your eyebrow raises as you try to figure out his intentions. Sure, Mammon could truly be bored and just wants your company. He could also be trying to lure you into another money-making scheme. You must tread carefully, as you don’t want to end your evening being scolded by Lucifer. 

“And just how am I supposed to entertain you?”

He shrugs, fingers drumming along your comforter, “I hadn’t thought that far ahead…”

You chuckle, leaning forward to ruffle his hair, “You never do.”

He hums contentedly as his head angles towards your hand. Gently, you continue to run your fingers through his hair, nails gliding across his scalp. 

In the privacy of your room, Mammon doesn’t reject your affection. When not having to worry about his brother’s teasing, his tsundere act quickly disappears. It used to irritate you to no end, constantly making you question how he actually felt toward you. It seems so obvious now. 

You don’t really mind sharing the majority of your sentiment privately, much to Asmodeus’s exhibitionist chagrin. There are just some parts of yourself you only feel comfortable sharing one-on-one. Each brother seems to draw out a different side when you’re alone with them. Mammon certainly draws out a more doting and nurturing side of you; a side the greedy demon probably wants to keep all for himself. Truthfully though, you want to keep it just for him too. Taking care of him just comes naturally.

“How about a card game?” You ask.

“But games are borin’ without stakes,” he grumbles.

“Then why don’t we bet?” 

Mammon’s eyes light up as he hurriedly sits upright, “Hell yeah! Now you’re speakin’ my kinda language!” His expression falters then. “I don’t have any Grimm though…”

Returning to your nightstand, you open its drawer and retrieve a pack of plain playing cards. “That’s okay, I don’t want to bet Grimm anyways.” You open the pack, dumping the cards into your hand. “What would you like if you win, Mammon?”

As you begin shuffling, Mammon grows silent as he internally debates. By the time he speaks up, you’ve already dealt seven cards to both of you, leaving the rest stacked in the middle.

“Next week I have a modelin’ shoot, and you’re comin’ with me! Then we’ll get dinner and go on a walk through town…” 

“Like on a date?” 

Mammon pauses, heat rushing to his cheeks, “Yeah… when I win, we’re going on a date.”

You smile, biting your lip as you resist the urge to fling yourself into his arms and gush about how cute he is. Mammon smiles to himself as he picks up the cards and begins to rearrange them. Winning your attention by any means was ultimately more satisfying than just asking. Earning dates made him feel like he truly deserved you.

“Well, when I win, I get to do anything I want to you,” you state matter-of-factly. 

The cards fumble in his hands, “What does that mean!?”

Giggling, you pick up your own cards, “Throw the game and find out.”

… 

This was the most intense game of Uno you have ever experienced. You were down to your last card, one move away from winning. Mammon holds a green five and a wild card. You had gone back and forth with green for the last few cards, so there is a possibility your last card could be green too. In that case, Mammon could play the wild card and change the color, but what if you have been bluffing, and he picks the color you need?

He is fidgeting, repeatedly wiping his hands on his jeans to remove the sweat, running his hands through his hair, and twisting the rings on his fingers. You, however, were amused as you watched his struggle. 

Underneath his strategizing thoughts, two feelings warred inside Mammon; his insatiable greed that demanded he claim victory versus the temptation of finding out what you wanted to do to him. What were you hiding? What could you not ask him outright? His body felt hot under your gaze, the battle between two demon instincts driving him toward absolute delirium. Each successful round only adds fuel to the fire. 

“Mammon, baby, it’s your turn still,” You remind, purposely lowering your voice into a gentle timbre. 

The soft cadence short-circuits his brain. Memories of that voice begin flooding his mind. You, calming him down after fights with Lucifer. Asking him if he’s eaten, if he's been sleeping alright, does he need help with homework. Your mouth pressed against his ear, whispering praises as your hand pumps his cock-

“I… uh,” he swallows thickly, haphazardly placing his wild card on the pile, “Red.”

Eyes shift between the card in your hand and Mammon’s flushed face. You watch as Mammon continues to shift restlessly. Countless sexual fantasies flash through his mind, each one more tempting than the last. They all end the same, though; he eagerly allows you to use him. He accepts each slap, hit, and bite with glee. You make him hurt in all the ways he likes. 

“You didn’t say Uno.” 

The sentence barely registers in his mind. He only has himself to blame, really, for getting so wound up over your voice. He wants to laugh at his pathetic state, because how else would you describe a demon who becomes aroused at a voice? No laughter escapes him though, he’s afraid of the sound he’ll make if he tries. 

“You have to pick up two cards if you don’t call Uno.”

“Right…” He mumbles.

His hand shakes as he reaches for the stack of cards, sliding two from the top into his hand. He feels depraved for the heat swimming under his skin, desperately trying to cool down by tugging the neckline of his shirt forward. 

You are not oblivious to his discomfort. Mammon’s poker face is incredible, an obvious trait one would expect the Avatar of Greed to have. However, he’s done little to conceal the hard-on tenting his jeans. 

There is plenty more coming his way, so you set your final card down - a red eight.

Mammon gently sets his cards down on the bed, accepting defeat. He didn’t like losing, downright despised it in fact, but his desires have never made him act right. 

You have never made him act right. 

Gathering up the cards, you file them back into a neat stack and tuck them back into the box. After dropping the cards back into the nightstand, you scoot down your mattress until you're sitting in front of Mammon. He refuses to meet your gaze, trying to keep what little self-control he has.

“You know, I was going to cash in my victory this weekend,” you whisper, placing your hands against his abdominals. You slowly trail your right hand down, pulling it away before it reaches his crotch. Mammon whines at your teasing, then he hisses as your hand finally meets his clothed cock, squeezing as hard as you can manage.

“But it looks like you can’t wait, can you baby?” You taunt with a small chuckle. When he doesn’t answer, your left-hand travels up to his nipple, giving it a harsh tug.

“Ungh! Treasure, please!” Mammon cries.

“I don’t know who that is,” You warn with another twist to his nipple, “What’s my name?”

Between labored puffs of breath, he manages to stammer out, “Y-Your Majesty…”

Mammon collapses into you when your hands abandon his body. Resting his head on your shoulder, his hands come to fiercely cling to your waist. You grant him a few moments to catch his breath, running your knuckles along his spine as you coo, “Good boy,” to him.

Once he seems to be a little more stable, you push him, by his shoulders, away from your body. “What’s your color, babe?”

“Green,” he rushes out, “Please, give me more?” 

You smile and kiss him on his precious forehead before standing up, “Go ahead and strip for me. Everything.”

As you start to remove your pants, Mammon rises from the bed and begins to remove his shirt. You pause, watching with rapture how his body moves.

Like his brothers, Mammon seldom talks about his former life as an angel. He’s been in the Devildom for centuries now, but traces of his ophanim status still linger. He is slow and graceful, lithe muscle flexing as he brings the shirt over his head. Between his tantalizing tapered waist and well-defined chest, he is no less than statuesque. Though his hair is white like fresh-fallen snow, Mammon’s skin is an empyrean sienna; it’s as if their Father carved him from the Earth himself, intending to make a breathtaking reflection of the human world. 

For you, he is your home made tangible. You make a mental note to tell him so later.

Forcing yourself back on track, you quickly remove your shirt, tossing it onto the growing pile of laundry. Your pants and underwear come off together in one swift movement, bra soon following. 

You find Mammon patiently waiting before you, hands behind his back as you’ve instructed many times before. He is looking at the floor, but you can tell he’s blushing by the red glow that spreads down his chest and up to his ears. Though he may be feeling demure, his cock stands proud against his stomach, the swollen tip already shiny with his pre-cum. He’s too damn adorable.

Grabbing the edge of the bed’s comforter, you fold it in half horizontally, clearing the half of the mattress you intend to use. Taking hold of the pillow next, you drag it halfway down from its original spot. It too is folded in half after a thorough fluffing.  

“Okay sweetheart, I want you to lie face down with your hips on the pillow.” 

You hold the pillow steady as Mammon takes his place. With one knee propped on the mattress, he carefully balances his body the rest of the way. Once his chest meets the fabric of the sheets, he stretches himself out, hips wiggling as he gets comfortable. He crosses his arms in front of him, resting his face in the crook of his elbow. 

The pillow creates the effect you want; Mammon’s back deliciously bowed with his ass on full display. You nearly jump and squeal, positively hysterical over how helpless he looks. Still, you reign in the butterflies in your stomach, knowing a break in your composure could frighten him out of the scene. 

Instead, you tousle his hair, combing through the locks with your nails. Mammon practically purrs.

“Such a good boy for me. Looking so pretty for me too, you are just darling like this,” you coo, dragging your nails gently down his back. 

Mammon visibly melts further into his position, relaxing under your touch. 

“I’m going to make you feel good, would you like that baby?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he whines.

Hiding under your bed is a plastic container, filled with not-so-random gifts from Asmodeus. Using your foot, you pull the container into the light. Various toys, ropes, lubes, creams, and furry accouterments greet you. Bending down, you grab the one toy that has captivated your dreams since you saw it; a black leather riding crop.

You test the crop’s movement in your right hand, getting used to its bouncing feel. Once satisfied, you rest your other hand on Mammon’s back, steadying both of you at the same time. 

His muscles tense when you first drag the crop’s leather tongue delicately across the back of his thigh. You chuckle quietly.

“You already know what this is, don’t you?” You ask, running the crop up his other thigh. Before he even has a chance to reply, you pull the crop back to deliver a mild slap to his skin.

Though you imagine the hit wasn’t painful, he is a demon after all, Mammon still twitches. Perhaps the mere anticipation is getting to him. 

“It’s a c-crop, Your Majesty.”

“Good boy, you are correct. Remember your safe word?” 

Mammon grumbles, “Philanthropy.”

You giggle, remember how you teased him about the safeword needing to be ‘something he never usually thought about.’

Raising the crop again, you meet his flesh with a harsher slap. The ‘ smack ’ seems to echo in your ears, followed by Mammon’s guttural groan. You deliver another hit, this time to the center of his right cheek. His head drops to the mattress, fingers digging into the sheets.

“Another, please…” He whimpers.

“Such a little pain slut,” you tsk , treating the second cheek to the same treatment. 

Mammon hisses, though you swear it sounds like him saying, “Yessssssssss…”

A smack to where his ass and thigh meet. “The Great and Powerful Mammon reduced to a mumbling mess, how piteous.”

His hips jerk against the pillow. Curious, you glance between his legs, finding his cock practically dripping his arousal. You’ll need to buy a new pillow case; that fact earns him another snap of the crop.

A wicked idea pops into your mind. 

Biting your lip, you begin running the crop’s tongue up and down the length of Mammon’s cock. On instinct, his thighs press together, hips canting up as if to move away from the sensation. You don’t remember giving him permission to move.

The hand on his back now weaves into his hair, yanking his head back so you can look at him, causing the demon to yelp. Tears run down his face and his lower lip is starting to bruise from him gnawing on it.

“Spread. Your. Legs.” You growl through gritted teeth. 

You watch as Mammon winces, forcing his trembling thighs back apart. You crack the crop on the small of his back, his hips jutting forward from the pain. 

“Now stay, like a good dog.” You let his head drop harshly back to the mattress.

He turns his face back into the sheets, hiding his embarrassment at having his title demoted. Your fingers flex around the crop’s handle, readjusting your grip. You pause for a few moments, not wanting your precious demon to be able to predict the hit. 

Tempering the strength you’ve been using, a quick flick of the wrist still produces a stinging swat to his testicles. Despite Mammon’s choked shriek, his cock twitches, another bead of pre-cum oozing from the tip. You press your thighs together, the sight making heat run to your throbbing clit. He’s so fucking hot .

Sliding the crop down the silken skin again, you give another sharp slap to his tip. His blubbering sobs are muffled against the mattress. Incomplete rectangular bruises have started to form, dotting his flesh like stars. Perhaps he’s had enough.

You bend back down to the container, swapping out the crop for lube and a smaller vibrator. Tired of standing, you sit next to Mammon’s knees, setting the items down in front of you. Leaning forward, you press gentle kisses to the forming marks while your thumb massages soothing circles in his thigh. 

“You did so good, baby. I want to give you a reward. Are you okay with that?” 

Lifting his head, Mammon sniffles before nodding, “I can handle it, Your Majesty.”

“I’m glad, ‘cause you deserve it.” You grab the lube, popping open the cap and pouring a generous amount on your fingers, “Just relax and let me take care of my good boy.”

A single finger circles his hole, warming up the fluid that coats it. Every so often you teasingly dip your finger in, pushing further with each pass. His moan is low and slow as you sink the digit in, his bodily greedily taking you in until the last knuckle. You want to laugh; is there any part of him that isn’t greedy?

You slowly pump your finger in and out, the faint sticky wetness of the lube ringing in your ears. Soft huffs tumble past Mammon’s lips as he pushes his hips back into your touch. Both of you fall into a rhythm, working him closer to the edge. 

Soon you add a second finger, switching to scissoring them back and forth to open him up for your other new toy. The anal vibrator is nothing fancy, merely a thinner model covered in sleek black silicone. The base is larger and curved, meant to settle comfortably against the user, and equipped with a power button. 

Mammon’s moans crescendo as you curl your fingers inside him, stroking his prostate. His hips raise, desperate to keep your finger in place as he rocks against them, chasing his completion. It’s nice to see him like this, hopelessly fucking himself against you, not a care in his mind besides the twitching of his balls as he nears release. 

You retract from him immediately, watching with amusement how his body tenses in frustration. His hips drop back to the pillow, with whines and whimpers soon following. His hands fist his hair, indignantly pulling at the strands as if he might rip them out. 

You let him stay like that for a minute, impatient in his ruined orgasm, yet knowing he better stay quiet lest he gets to orgasm at all. He takes deep breaths, calming himself down while the pleasure he was experiencing ebbs away. While waiting, you prepare the vibrator, coating the silicone in lube. 

When he seems to have settled, you press the tip of the toy into his hole, the flesh easily giving way. The vibrator slips in without resistance, Mammon contentedly sighing at the feeling of being filled again. Truly a needy and greedy thing.

His toes curl against the sheets when you turn the vibrator on, a soft humming filling the silence as the steady onslaught of oscillation courses through him.   

“Is that better, baby?” You tease.

“Aaugh... So good! Fuck!” He gasps out. 

Hand still coated in lube, you wrap your fingers around his shaft, stroking the silky skin. You gradually work Mammon back up to his peak; breath shuddering, thighs flexing, and hips jerking with each jolt of the vibrator against his prostate.  

Mammon murmurs something unintelligible, though he repeats himself before you have the chance to ask him to do so. 

“Pleaseletmecumthistime! ” He wails, loud enough that you’re sure the house shook. You hope Lucifer isn’t home, but the buzz from both of your D.D.D.s lets you know about the awkward group chat you’ll have after this.

Pushing that dread aside, you bring your free hand to the tip of Mammon’s cock, the pads of your fingers sweeping brutally fast circles around the head. 

“You want to cum?”

“Yesyesyesyes, pleASE… d-don’t stop!”

“Then cum.”

The demon convulses before you, his body a trembling, shuddering mess. You continue to stroke him through his orgasm, each downward movement causing a new spurt of cum to flow out. His spend pools onto your fingers and into your palm, the excess slipping through the gaps and falling to your sheets. 

The room is silent save for the faint buzzing of the vibrator and Mammon’s heaving gasps for air. You quickly tap the power button on the toy, finally letting his body have reprieve. You wait for his instruction before you dare make a move.

…

The sheets are replaced. Lucifer’s constant texts have been silenced. You and Mammon have washed up and the demon now lies amongst your blankets and stuffed animals, patiently waiting as you put on a pair of pajamas.

When you climb into bed next to him, Mammon quickly lies his head on your chest, nestling his face between your breasts. You pull the covers over him, happy to succumb to the cocoon of warmth.

“How are you feeling, baby?” You ask, carding your fingers through his hair.

“‘M good,” he sighs, “But ’m confused?”

You pause your movement as he looks up at you.

“Why did ya make me draw two if ya were just gonna win?”

“Are you serious, Mammon?”

…

A week later you again pull the crop from underneath your bed. After hearing about your rousing success, Asmodeus wanted to know the brand (claiming he forgot after he purchased it for you). A tag hangs from the handle. Steadying it between your fingers, you begin looking for a brand name. 

A special crop made just for demons! Magically enhanced; even the toughest lovers can feel your wrath ;)

Oops. 

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The Devils on the Pew - Part 1

Summary:

Ned Flanders is a devil, a demon, Satan, whatever you want to call him. And his gorgeous wife is too.

They moved to Springfield with the idea of causing some trouble, earning a few souls, and having a little fun before they moved on. Their personas are perfect and their lives are comfortable but when they come up with an idea to seduce the local reverend and his wife, they don't expect to get into so much trouble. Or to actually grow this attached.

Ships: Devil!Ned Flanders/Reverend Lovejoy, Devil!Ned Flanders/Devil!Maude Flanders, Devil!Maude Flanders/Helen Lovejoy

Content Warnings: I suppose OOC for canon-Flanders but not for demon-Flanders.

Word Count: 3.3k

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

When a devil wanted to choose a town to live in for a couple of years, there were a few things they considered. Sometimes, they looked at the folk who lived there and decided they were wicked or greedy enough to fall prey to a demon’s bargain. Occasionally, they chose a place filled with idiots who’d never notice. Hell, sometimes they’d throw a dart at a map and get lucky enough to find a place with both.

And that was exactly what had happened when the devil found his way to Springfield with his beautiful wife right behind him.

Maude draped herself over his shoulders, sweet thing that she was, and gently kissed the corner of his mouth. Her tail swished through the air lazily as she smiled. “Bored, honey?”

“Undeniably,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “Why, it feels like years since I got somebody to sign a contract.”

“It was three days ago,” she teased. “Still, if you’re bored, we can find something fun. Do you want to drive somebody crazy again by following them around and singing? That makes so many turn murderous.”

She sounded so eager that he couldn’t help but laugh.

He’d chosen the right devil to stick by his side. The perfect combination of sweetness and danger, perfectly hidden beneath her acting skills. Why, if he didn’t know better, even he would think of her as a perfect suburban wife.

“Or you could always call the reverend again. Tell him you got a paper cut on your tongue and you think God’s punishing you.”

“Even that’s grown tiresome now I’m afraid. He’s started just giving me the most random verses for any problem.”

But it was tempting. This town gave him more entertainment than he’d bargained for with just about every fool you could imagine. A small nudge and they all fell into various sins without even a second thought. Even the sweetest of children hid dark desires and he’d really never felt more at home.

Unfortunately, even that wasn’t enough to keep him excited. He got awfully, maniacally bored with small temptations. Sometimes he just wanted to devour souls and wreak havoc upon the land.

There were footsteps on the landing and he hurried to hide his horns and goat legs as the children scampered around the corner. They weren’t demons. Maude had thought it would help their image to have a pair and honestly, he’d grown quite attached to the skittish boys.

“Daddy! Daddy! They’re throwing rocks at the windows again!”

He gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing as he heard the glass crack from the other side of the house. How he wanted to burn them all but punishing or, heavens forbid, slaughtering a few children would make them better behaved as a whole. The worse the kids were, the more everybody in town suffered.

Why, just the other day, he’d seen a few teenagers stealing an entire slushie machine from the convenience store.

He knelt down beside Rod and Todd and pulled them into a reassuring hug. “Don’t you worry about those boys, alright? I know they seem scary and intimidating now but remember, God will always protect us. You just have to have faith.”

They nodded their heads and buried their faces into his sweater before deciding by themselves to read a few pages of their bible. They hopped up to go find one and Ned wondered if maybe he’d made a slight mistake with how Christian he’d raised them. Certainly seemed more ironic with each passing day.

Maude smiled at him as he stood. “They’re so sweet.”

“Aren’t they?”

“I think we did a good job,” she said. “By the way, I’m going to our book club a little later so do you want to drop them off with a sitter? I made some sugar-free, flour-free brownies and everybody’s going to have to eat some to be polite.”

Ned chuckled. “You’re crueler than the devil himself, you know that? I can watch the boys though, so we don’t need a sitter.”

She smiled and playfully bumped her hip against his. “I was thinking that while I’m with my friends, you can take the reverend on a few errands with you. Helen really wants him to get out more.”

Ned laughed and agreed. The benefits from being from Hell ranged from easily terrorizing his favourite humans all the way to lower taxes. And he did love tormenting the town’s pastor who seemed to be getting more and more exhausted of him by the day.

He pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek before he disappeared with a puff, arranging for a sitter who could come watch the kids. It was a shame they had to drive there but on a street with the incredibly observant Helen Lovejoy and the paranoid neighbour who lived close to them, they needed to take the long route. He didn’t blame said neighbour though. Anybody would be jumpy with that many stolen goods in their home.

His sweater felt a little scratchy that day when they left the kids with a young demon who had nothing better to do and a healthy fear of him. It was the best way to know nothing would happen to the boys.

No demon wanted to experience his anger if his children got hurt.

Maude knocked and they waited patiently outside the Lovejoy’s house, both noticing the open window with sheets tied together that led from Jessica’s room. They exchanged glances but no words until Helen opened the door, her smile decidedly fake.

“Hi-diddly-ho, Helen,” Ned greeted. “Maude told me this book of yours is a real tear-jerker so I brought you all some tissues.”

Maude wrapped her arms tightly around Helen’s waist, hugging the other woman in greeting before she held out the platter. “And I brought my favourite brownies! I tried something new with the recipe this time.”

Helen smiled though the excitement didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Sugar-free?”

“Of course.”

Ned leaned down to give Maude a kiss on the cheek. “Have a good day, dear. I’ll be back around dinner time to steal you again.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “And good luck with everything. Are you sure you don’t want company or anything?”

“I’ll be fine-diddly-doo. You enjoy your book.”

Helen’s attention had been caught. She couldn’t resist digging for information, even if it turned out to be awfully boring. “Are you up to something fun today?”

“My mother’s coming into town so we want to get her a small gift,” Maude filled in. “Neddy wants to pick it out himself but you know, I always worry because he gets so flustered about this kind of thing.”

Ned chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just want to make sure I get the right thing.”

Helen’s fake smile gave way for a real one as she had an idea. “Well, why don’t you take Time with you? My mother’s always coming over so he has plenty of experience and it’s not like he’s doing anything important today. He’s just playing with his trains.”

“Are you sure he wouldn’t mind? I’ve got to admit, I wouldn’t mind the help.”

“Of course, he won’t mind. Why don’t you come in while I fetch him?”

Maude smiled at him as she went to put her brownies down in the kitchen, giving him a small peck on the lips as she went past. The other guests hadn’t arrived yet. Ned had wanted to get there as early as was polite to make sure Helen helped them out.

If the reverend wasn’t able to go though, Ned had been eyeing out the mayor of the neighbouring town for a deal. Or if that fell through, Mr. Burns was always an easy target.

He could hear a faint argument and he stepped ever-so-slightly closer to listen without anybody noticing. Maude waved at him from the kitchen and he waved back, curious.

“Helen, we agreed that this would be my uninterrupted time with my trains.”

“But I already promised Ned you’d be willing to help and it would be great for you to get out for a while. What if the other ladies start feeling jealous that my husband is here? Next thing you know, Marge brings that awful Homer Simpson over.”

“It’s my house. I live here.”

“Do you have to be so difficult?”

“How am I meant to know what to buy his mother-in-law?”

“Get her the same thing you’d get for my mother.”

“Like poison?”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

Ned chuckled and strolled back to the front entrance when Helen reappeared with a promise that her husband would be out soon. It didn’t take long for him to drag his way up the stairs with an expression on his face that suggested he might be praying for salvation. It was too bad that Ned’s existence blocked off a good amount of divinity.

“Howdidly doodily Reverend,” he greeted despite the glare it earned him. “It’s such a beautiful day, don’t you think? Just filled to the brim with opportunity.”

“Truly.”

Ned’s smile was blinding as he bid goodbye to the two ladies. He kept up a stream of near endless and useless chatter the entire time he drove. Reverend Lovejoy barely responded to him but Ned made sure to intersperse enough questions to ensure the man couldn’t tune him out entirely.

Ned already knew what he wanted as ‘gift’ but he made sure to walk around the store and contemplated just about everything before he came to the selection of Bibles and hummed in appreciation.

He picked out two near identical ones with close prices and stared at them, contemplating which to buy with occasional muttered opinion.

“Ned, I believe those bibles are exactly the same,” Reverend Lovejoy told him after about two minutes passed.

“There’s a two-cent difference in the prices though,” Ned said and pointed to the sign. “There must be something missing from the cheapest one. What if I buy it for my mother-in-law and it’s missing two cents of content. I don’t think I’d forgive myself.”

“Buy her the more expensive one then.”

“But what if they haven’t taken anything out of this one and have instead added stuff to it instead?” Ned asked, sure to sound panicked. “What if they added something to the text.”

Reverend Lovejoy stared at him blandly. “I sincerely doubt that would have happened.”

“The devil works in all ways,” Ned said. “I don’t know if I can take that risk. Could you read this one and tell me if there’s anything untoward in it before I buy it?”

“You want me to read through the entire bible right now? In the store?”

“Well, the way I figure it, if anybody’s going to know if there’s something hidden it the pages, it’ll probably be you.”

“You can also get her both and then if she finds something strange or missing from one, you just replace it.”

Ned tapped on his chin as though thinking about it. “That sounds like a mighty fine idea but I don’t know if I want a possibly butchered bible in my house at all. God has been a little more sharp-eyed as of late, especially after we flicked to the wrong channel the other day. You remember it right?”

“You did call about it.”

“I wonder if she read through the last bible I got her or if she only read part of it…”

“Have you ever considered getting her a different gift?”

Ned took his time looking around the shop. There wasn’t really anything else fun – just a few incorrect psalms etched into mugs and dishtowels. He’d love to get one for Maude’s mother but he didn’t know her favourite, he told the reverend.

Honestly, one day he should buy something like this for Maude’s mother as a joke. He could imagine how she’d laugh at the idea.

“Oh, this one is almost in the same shade of blue as the one you used last week,” Ned said, eagerly picking up a third. “But it’s a whole dollar more. Boy for that price, I’d be expecting a new verse toward the back, wouldn’t you?”

“Sure.”

“Which bible do you use for sermons?”

“I… can’t remember.”

They could always stop by the library and pick it up but Ned felt that would be a little too cruel for now. Instead, he put all three back and nodded his head. “We should go look at a few other stores to make sure we’re not being ripped off.”

“I really don’t think that’s necessary.”

“No, no, you have to be careful. No sense in wasting money.”

Meanwhile, Maude gasped politely behind her hand after Luann finished her rant about how she hadn’t finished the book because of her husband’s childish tantrums. It sounded as though getting remarried had ruined their relationship exactly like it had the first time. She couldn’t help but feel bad for that poor child of theirs.

“I thought things would be different this time but he’s just as much of a loser now,” Luann complained. “It’s so frustrating. I just want to strangle him sometimes.”

“Men never learn,” Marge said sympathetically and put a hand on her shoulder. “I can’t begin to count how many times I ask Homer to do things nicely and he ends up completely forgetting. He can’t even remember my birthday.”

“Not all men are like that,” Maude defended. “Ned is great about those things.”

Bernice nodded in agreement. “Julius too. The biggest thing we fight over is him wearing his doctor’s coat out all the time.”

“They also fight about her day drinking,” Helen whispered, leaning in close so only Maude could hear her.

Maude giggled. She’d wanted to be friends with Helen from the day they arrived in Springfield and she couldn’t help but be proud of the accomplishment. The woman had more power over the people in this town than most imagined. The fear of getting into Springfield’s gossip mill kept many on her side.

Maude took advantage of that. Neddy liked to torment through pestering and an ever-happy grin but Maude preferred a subtler approach. Nobody ever suspected she might be the way Helen found out so many private details.

After all, how could a regular person know what went on in their homes?

“Maybe we should have some of the baked goods?” she recommended to Helen. “I think everybody could use a bite of something sweet to help settle the nerves before we talk about the book.”

“Of course,” Helen said. “I cannot wait to taste those brownies.”

Such a lie. One day, Maude would make actual brownies and they’d all be hilariously surprised.

Helen grumbled under her breath when they entered the kitchen and immediately began snatching various catalogues off the counters. She shoved them into an overflowing drawer nearby with great effort. “I’m going to burn all of this nonsense one day,” she complained. “I keep telling Tim to leave his train stuff in the basement but he never listens.”

“It’s sweet he has a hobby though,” Maude mentioned and leaned against the table. “Neddy doesn’t really have anything like that aside from reading the bible.”

Maybe they should choose a more obvious hobby. She enjoyed having the reputation of being the bland, boring family in town, but eventually somebody might wonder what they do during the day and tormenting townsfolk never sounded good on record.

She did want to cause some ripples soon. Maybe she would fake her own death? If it wasn’t for the kids, she’d eagerly do it in a second. Imagine…

“At least reading the bible doesn’t send your electricity bill through the roof,” Helen griped.

“It can when Ned gets to a really exciting part of it and he just can’t stop turning the pages. Once, he stayed up the whole night without even realising.”

She should read the bible again to keep up her charade. She had no idea how Ned had managed to remember all those verses and passages when the most he did was flip through the pages in between signing deals and cashing in on them.

Helen sighed and took out a few large plates to put things out on. “It’s rather funny, don’t you think? We complain all the time about our husbands but it could be far worse. I can’t imagine living a life like Marge’s.”

Maude shuddered dramatically. “I feel so sorry for her.”

Although years of living alongside the Simpsons had helped her realise Homer wasn’t all bad, she still didn’t like the man much. His children were menaces also and she hated inviting the family over even when Ned asked her to.

“And Luann’s husband somehow managed to be even worse. I think he must have stalked her the entire time they were divorced.”

“That’s very sad,” Maude said though she didn’t mean it in a pitying way. “I feel so sorry for their kid. He probably needs far more attention than they give him.”

Helen scoffed and rolled her eyes. “It’s pathetic really. I don’t think Luann’s mentioned him once today.”

Maude did find it hypocritical for Helen to lecture anybody about not paying attention to their kids when her own daughter was far worse than any of the town’s hoodlums. Jessica wasn’t a bad child deep down but Maude had never gotten the opportunity to properly speak to the poor thing. She wasn’t often home or at events with her family.

Helen hadn’t mentioned her daughter either though she did leave one brownie in the tin, likely for either Jessica or Tim. Maude winced. She didn’t want to eat the things herself.

“He has a crush on Marge’s girl, Lisa,” Maude offered, providing enough gossip for Helen to be happy. “But from what Todd saw, I think she’s more interested in one of those crass boys who terrorise everybody.”

“Oh really?” Helen asked. “Gets her taste in men from her mother.”

“Obviously.”

Maude brought the cupcakes from Bernice and Helen carried out the brownies when she noticed the light in the basement had been left on. She mentioned it to Helen who quickly hurried down the stairs to turn it off, muttering the whole way.

Maude peered down curiously, only getting a brief glimpse of the massive collection of model trains before everything plunged into darkness.

“His collection has grown since I last saw it,” she commented to Helen. “It’s almost impressive.”

Helen rolled her eyes. “Of course, it has. It’s the real love of his life, don’t you know? The other day, I saw a receipt for flowers and I got so happy, only to find out they were fake miniatures for the grass next to the train. We haven’t been on a date in forever but he’s there every day.”

She was keeping her voice down to make sure nobody else heard. A lot of her superiority came from the idea of her life being better than the other woman she surrounded herself with. Maude had a strong suspicion she was the only one who knew about Helen’s true feelings surrounding her marriage.

And the more she thought of it, the more of an opportunity she saw.

“Maybe we should go on a double date,” Maude said. “We can do something we’ve never done before like go on a camping trip or a hike. Wouldn’t that be lovely?”

Helen’s eyes brightened at the promise. “Oh, I don’t camp but I do know where this lovely little log cabin is we can rent. It would be amazing! You could even bring the boys if you wanted to.”

“They’ll be so excited! They’ve been getting much better with nature lately.”

Maude watched Helen carefully for the rest of the day, appreciating how her expressions stayed neutral even when she was irritated or smug. She couldn’t even deny that Helen was quite pretty when you looked past the judgmental sneer.

When Ned picked her up, she had a plan in mind.

Tim looked awfully unimpressed as he marched back inside his house, rubbing his temples as though a headache had formed over the day. Three bibles sat on the front seat and she laughed and she put them in the back after they’d driven away. Ned’s day had been a stunning success it would seem and she was mulling over offering Luann a deal.

“I have a brilliant idea,” she cooed as they made their way home. “I thought about it while I was talking to Helen.”

Ned raised an eyebrow at her; the very edges of his horns were beginning to poke through and she laughed, pushing them back down. It usually meant he was using some of his more demonic forces to watch the road while paying attention to her.

“You know I love your ideas,” he said.

“The Lovejoys have been going through a rough patch in their marriage,” Helen said. “And I think we could help them out in a more… physically fun way.”

Ned chuckled almost demonically. She wouldn’t even run a contract by him so this must be something far more interesting. “And how will we do that?”

“I just think they could use another avenue to release their frustrations.”

He inclined his head to her. “Well, that does sound like the best diddly idea I’ve heard all day. So neighborly of you and I know your devilish temptations are strong enough to charm just about any man.”

Maude preened beneath the praise. She knew she had talent when it came to drawing men’s eyes to her but no, she had no interest in seducing the Reverend. He’d never been that interesting to her. Not like Helen was.

“I’m thinking more about his wife.”

“You want to seduce Helen Lovejoy?”

“I want to try,” Maude said. “I like her Neddy and I think it would be great fun. Her soul would practically be mine after that. She’d have to sign a contract rather than let it get out.”

He chuckled. “Now, you don’t have to lie and say it’s for a contract. If we get one out of this, all the better but you know you’re allowed to have your fun without stealing any souls.”

“And I want you to seduce her husband.”

There, Ned hesitated. He tilted the car’s mirror down to look at himself, wrinkled his nose and frowned. “I don’t know about that. Maybe if I’d chosen a better form but… not this one.”

Maude rolled her eyes. “Are you joking? You’ve taken your shirt off before, right? This form is delicious.”

“Maybe to those who like men but I don’t think the reverend of a church is going to let his gaze wander to me,” Ned said. “You, I think, might have a chance.”

Did she notice a hint of jealousy in his tone? Her attention hooked, she leaned forward to ask, “Do you find him attractive?”

Ned scoffed. “Obviously. Why do you think I bother him as much as I do.”

“Then why not try? If he’s not interested, you leave it to me and I’ll just swoop Helen right out from under him. Best case scenario, we end up with only one soul rather than two but I have some stories from Helen that suggest you might have a better chance than you think.”

He shrugged. “I suppose there’s no harm in it. We should try not to get our names too messy though. I don’t want to have to move towns.”

“I promise. I’m a very smart devil.”

Ned smiled proudly at her. “That you are and hey, I’ve always rather liked those collars he wears.”

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