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nyx-umbrakinesis · 2 months ago

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So fucking sexy from the start! The bite of the cuffs! And fucking hell the cold metal bar being hooked behind our knees spreading us wide and vulnerable is fucking everything I need omfg u can't even begin to describe how much I fucking need it, how fucking feral that position makes me!!! 😩😩😩😩🥵🥵🥵🥵🤤🤤🤤🫦🫦🫦

Being all alone and so horny, calling out to see if Vox will let us go, to see if he's even listening or if we've been left alone like this, in an almost empty room, feels so fucking ughhshjsjsbdhd fuck me disndkdkwj fuck 😭😭😭😩😩😩💜

And oh shit so many screens, he's not even gonna be there with us! But fuck he's fucking watching! 🥵🥵🥵😩😩😩

Out bravado immediately being met with the machine powering up, oh be still my beating cunt 🥵🥵🥵🥵😭

The cool metallic feel of it and the stretch omfg I'm already shaking ma'am so fucking good omfg!!! How do you do this to me everytime, I'm a fucking incoherent babbling mess for your words!???!!!! 😩😩😩😭😭🥵🥵🥵🥵🤤🤤🫦🫦💜💜🥺🥺💀💀💀🫠🫠

The machine claiming us! Fuck what a choice of words, we belong to a machine, Vox's machine as he watches it fill us up! Omfg fuck I'm dead 😭😩

The machine humming almost in response to our moan makes me feel like Vox can feel everything through the machine and fuck me there go my knickers RIP 😩😭🥺💀💜🥵

Oh fuck the cervix stretching paired with Vox's smug sarcastic rhetorical question if we like it omfg he's such and arrogant arse that needs to fuck me right now! 😩😩😩💜😭

And fuck you can hhhear him getting his cock out while telling us to tell him how fucking much we like it in such filthy detail!! Fuck me get me in this scene right fucking now! 😩😩😩

Throbbing and squeezing around it as we beg Vox while he teases us omfg so delicious sjjdkwkabd 🥵🥵🥵💀💀💀💀

Oh fuck and we can he him wanking over us, fuckkkkebsnsnnene and his words omfg halp 😭😭😭😩😩😩🥵🥵 so filthy so much need more fuck fuck fuck!!! 😩😩😩🥵🥵🫠🫠🫠🤤🤤🤤💜💀... I had to take a break here omfg 😭...

Oh fuck, how fucking audibly wet we are as he finally let's the machine start fucking us omfg 🥵🥵🥵😭

'The cuffs bit into your wrists, holding you in place, and with each thrust, you were reminded that you had no choice but to take everything Vox was giving you. The thought made molten liquid pool between your legs – a mix of demeaning and deliciously erotic, knowing you were being used as his personal plaything, his private material to get off.' oh you bitch fuck me that was too fucking good omfg jdjskiwhrbe 🥵💀🥵😭🥵💀🤤💜😩🫠😭🥵🫦🫦🫦🥺😭😭😭😭

And then the attempt as sass which Vox immediately counters with the machine and his smug agreement fuck you write him too fucking hot fuck me fuckity fuckfuckffusjsnd 🥵🥵🫠😩

Even as he's clearly fucking his own hand 😭 and then he tells us he's recording us omfg RIP my ovaries fuck that clench hurt woman that fucking spasm!!! 😭😭😭😭

Oh fuck jdndmsms then he forces us to cum with him fuckkkkebsnsnnene fuck me fuck ruensms 😭😩🫠🥵🥺🥵😩🫦😭💜😭🥺🫠🤤😭💀💀💀

And he keeps it going, dragging it out for so long we get overstimulated and only then giving us reprieve fuck! 😭🤤😩🥵

And him with his own cum on his face fcuj that's so sexy and then asking when he's going to actually fuck us making him blue screen is everything 😩🥵 but fuck now we're trapped until he boots up again and we know full well he's not going to let that slide as it make him black out... We know he's gonna return the favour via machine 😩🥵😭😭💜🫠💀🥺🫦🫦🥵😩🤤

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, masturbating!vox, sex toy, penetration, bondage, dom/sub undertone, lots of f-bombs dropped, consensual play

The leather cuffs bit into your wrists, the taut straps digging into your skin as you squirmed against them. Your legs were spread wide, forced apart by a thick, cold metal bar hooked behind your knees, rendering you completely exposed. The surrounding room was eerily sparse, save for the gleaming obsidian-coloured machine at the centre. Its dark surface shimmered beneath the cold, artificial blue light cast from the array of monitors encircling you. Most of the screen flickered blank, their glow barely illuminating the space by making the shadows seem deeper, more oppressive.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips, your body already thrumming with anticipation. Your cunt clenched involuntarily, then relaxed, the slow, pulsing need growing nigh unbearable. You bit your lower lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape as your arousal dripped out from you, a slick heat sliding down from your inner lips.

“B-boss,” you breathed, shivering at the sensation of the cool air caressing your bare skin, teasing the sensitive edges of your desire. “How long are you going to keep me like this?” You asked, voiced laced with playful defiance as you smirked despite yourself. “Time is money, after all,” you added with a low, husky whisper, your tongue teasingly curling around his name. “Vox.”

A sharp crackle of static filled the room, and then Vox’s face appeared – surrounding you, filling every screen. “Oh, Sunshine,” he chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re off the clock tonight.” His lips pulled upwards into a wicked grin as his piercing red eyes locked onto yours through the cameras, narrowing slightly in dark amusement. “So don’t worry about that. This isn’t company’s time, after all.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a laugh that threatened to betray your own excitement. “What are you going to do, then?” You taunted, raising an eyebrow as you let your gaze drift down your body, your nipples hardening under the cool air. “Just sit there and stare at me, like this?” Your voice dropped to a sultry murmured as your muttered, “Pervert.”

His low, dark laughter filled the room, echoing around you, before a sudden mechanical hum cut through the sound. A sharp yelp escaped your lips as the machine came to life, the phallic-shaped appendage rising from its centre. It pressed its cool, metallic tip against your throbbing heat, sending a jolt of desperate want through your entire body. Slowly, agonizingly, the bulbous head nudged into you, parting your slick folds with its firm, unyielding girth. You gasped as it stretched you, every inch sinking deeper, your wetness making it easy for the machine to claim you.

"Oh fu–" The words caught in your throat as the machine hissed to life, juddering forward. Inch by inch, its cock sank inside you, stretching you wide, filling you in ways you hadn’t imagined. “Ah–mhm,” you moaned, your head lolling to the side, your breath shuddering with every push. The machine hummed, almost as if it were pleased, burrowing deeper, filling you completely. It hit places within you that made your toes curl, sparking sensation that jolted your body to life.

Your breaths turned into heavy pants, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you squirmed beneath the machine’s relentless pace. Each inch of its smooth length glided against your inner walls, the sensation overwhelming as it pushed further, deeper. When it finally reached the tender, fleshy wall inside you, a sharp gasp escaped your lips – a mixture of pleasure and pain as your cervix strained to accommodate the size.

“Ah–!” Your cry was soft but desperate, the intense pleasure teetering on the edge of too much. Just before it crossed that threshold, the machine stilled, its presence a heavy, pulsing weight deep within you. Your body responded on instinct, your walls clenching and twitching around the thick cock buried inside you, begging for more. You could feel the heat blooming between your legs, your body trembling with the need to be filled and used.

“You like that, don’t you?” Vox’s voice echoed through the room, distant yet commanding, dripping with dark amusement. You heard the faint rustle of his clothes, followed by a soft, satisfied sigh that made your skin prickle. “Mmm…tell me, baby doll, tell me how much you like being stuffed full, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll reward you.”

Your face flushed with heat, the fire in your cheeks spreading down to where the machine still stretched you wide. The last remnants of your pride crumbled under the pressure, replaced with sheer, unadulterated need.

“Oh, fuck–Vox, please,” you grasped, your voice breaking as you strained against the bindings, your hips wriggling on the machine’s cock. “Please, fuck me… I feel so full, so stretched – Vox, please!” The words poured out of you, each plea more breathless than the last. Your cunt clenched tight around the artificial cock, squeezing as if to pull it deeper.

You made the mistake of imagining it was Vox inside you instead, and that single thought send a flood of fresh arousal rushing from your, your slickness coating the machine. The ache in your core only grew stronger, your entire body sparking like live wire.

Vox’s voice crackled through the speakers again, but this time it was low, roughly, dripping with lust. You could hear the unmistakable wet sound of his hand working himself, the soft groans slipping past his lips as he watched you write on the machine. “That’s right, baby doll,” he growled, his voice laced with heat. “Keep begging. I want to hear every filthy word.”

“Please, Vox,” you whispered, voice trembling as your body quaked with insurmountable need. “Fuck me good, please…”

That was all it took. The machine’s crimson eyes lit up, glowing ominously, and with a loud whirl, it surged to life again. The first thrust was slow, almost teasing, the thick cock easing in and out, deliciously stretching you out once more. The wet squelch of your arousal filled the air as it slid through your soaked folds, each pump driving deeper, harder, making your entire body tremble with desire.

It began to pick up pace, the rhythmic thrusts intensifying, each one sending jolts of pleasure through your core. The wet, lewd sounds grew louder, echoing through the dark room, as the machine relentlessly fucked you – just the way you’d begged for.

“Ah, fuck,” you moaned, head falling back as the machine drove into you relentlessly. Your neck exposed, a vulnerable column of bare skin glistening with sweat as your chest heaved, breathless from the onslaught. The cold floor beneath you was unforgiving, adding to the harsh contrast between your restraint and the brutal way the machine was fucking you.

The cuffs bit into your wrists, holding you in place, and with each thrust, you were reminded that you had no choice but to take everything Vox was giving you. The thought made molten liquid pool between your legs – a mix of demeaning and deliciously erotic, knowing you were being used as his personal plaything, his private material to get off.

“L-like what you see?” You panted, trying to hold on to some semblance of control, though your voice was shaky and breathless. The air pistons hissed louder, the machine’s pace increasing as it plotted into you harder, faster. “Ah, ah, fuck!” You cried, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge, each impact against your g-spot sending electric currents down your body. The wet, obscene sounds of your arousal bounced against the wall, sealing your approval in a way that words couldn’t.

“That’s right, baby,” Vox’s voice was thick with lust, his breathing uneven as his arm worked in a steady, repetitive motion. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore, his ragged pants and grunts proof of how much he was enjoying the sight of your being fucked brainless. “I’m recording this,” he growled, the strain in his voice growing as his strokes became faster, more frantic. “Gonna watch it every time I need to jerk off,” he panted, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as his breathing hitched.

The machine, as if sensing its master’s own impending climax, kicked into overdrive. With a sharp surge of energy, the pace became wild, erratic. Each thrust pounded into you with ferocity, the thick cock slamming into your g-spot again and again, your cervix kissed with every brutal stroke.

Your ears were filled with the sound of wet slaps, the machine whirring, hissing, louder and louder. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You gasped, your body squirming helplessly beneath the ferocity of the machine as your orgasm approached like a tidal wave, ready to crash over you. “Fuck me!” You screamed, saliva slipping from the corner of your mouth, your head thrashing side to side. You were desperate – so, so close, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside you.

“Fuuuuck!” Vox’s moan was long and drawn out, the sound distorted as his voice glitched, signalling his release. The wet sounds of his climax filled your ears, and it was all you needed.

The moment his groan hit you, your body tensed, your cunt spamming violently around the thick shaft inside you. Your orgasm hit with explosive force, your walls clenching and pulsing as you cried out, the waves of pleasure completely crashing over you and taking you under. The machine didn’t slow, continuing to pelt you with overwhelming sensation, picking you further and further into a new territory you have never experienced before.

Your mouth hung open, a silent scream on your lips as your body convulsed, something warm and wet spilling out of you in a powerful spray. Your squirt red hard, drenching the machine, your arousal coating every inch of its cock as it milked every last drop from you.

It wasn’t until your moans turned into small sobs of over-stimulation that the machine finally slowed, its movements easing into a crawl. The thick cock remained buried deep inside you, your cunt still twitching and squeezing around it as if refusing to let go. Your body trembled as you tried to catch your breath.

Your vision blurred with exhaustion as you blinked your eyes open, barely able to focus on the monitors surrounding you. There was Vox, staring at you with a mixture of triumph and satisfaction, a droplet of his own release smeared across his face.

A weak smile tugged at your lips as you exhaled a shaky laugh. “So, boss, when are you going to come down here and fuck me with your cock?”

Vox blinked, his expression faltering for just a moment before something sparked – literally. A small arc of blue electricity snapped from the tip of his antenna, and his face flickered until it turned into a solid blue with small white writing across it.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “Looks like I’m not the only one who got fucked brainless,” you teased, your voice hoarse, but filled with a satisfied warmth.

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valoisfulcanellideux · 1 year ago

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A few thoughts on Chapter 43

I'm... not happy with it. It'll remain published as-is (if you like the story, don't worry; I won't be deleting or rewriting that chapter) but I rather wish I'd left it in the drafts folder of Scrivener.

Why am I not happy with it?

It over-eggs the pudding of 'terrible thing happened, man is traumatised, man needs comfort' - "yes yes we know because we've already seen at least one chapter about that!"

It doesn't really belong in the story. It doesn't move the story forward. It just sits there, rubbing in the above 'man is traumatised' thing a bit too much.

It's in Paix's POV; something I've avoided thus far, because that's how I've differentiated him from other timelines (pretty much everything related to him has been from another character's POV, with a couple of minor exceptions) and because of that it feels out of place to me

It's also left me in a bit of a quandry as to how to continue, and how to move forward with the development of Paix's and Mhenheli's relationship, mainly because how that chapter turned out didn't jibe with what I've been seeing in my mind's eye, going forward

And lastly, it's honestly.. a bit schmaltzy :|

I don't usually allow myself to be influenced by comments on my writing, but someone wondered what Paix was thinking, and that made me wonder too. That chapter was the result of that wondering.

I'm not blaming that commenter at all; their wondering sparked something, and for me there's no such thing as a bad writing session - everything that drives me to produce words is a good thing - but what there are are writing sessions whose output should have remained in the drafts folder. That this particular writing session's output ended up in the story rather than staying in the drafts is on me, not on them.

Luckily, it's only a short chapter, so once there's a few more chapters published any readers coming in fresh to it will most likely gloss over it in order to get to the next one. But that now means I need to write that next one - and quickly, if possible - whilst in the above quandry about how to move the story where I need it to go.

It's got me a bit roadblocked, tbh, so I'm going to have a think for a day or so, and ponder some advice that an old friend gave me one day after a writing session had thrown me for a bit of a loop. Paraphrased, that advice was:

Go back in your mind to before the bit that feels 'wrong'. Find the moment where the story took that left turn into "Nah, not feeling this - HALP!" and start your next chapter from there; the last known good point. Just as long as what you write doesn't completely negate the stuff you're not happy with (i.e., no sudden about-turns on something already published) you'll have found the slip road back onto the freeway again.

#plotting chatter #writing chatter #these stones remember

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wren-ravenheart · 1 year ago

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I have too many plot bunnies and only so much ability to write them all into actual stories, halp.

I am determined! But it's eating me and I start working 4x10s in a couple days outdoors and I'm gonna be an exhausted mess.

#writing is hard #fan fiction

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lankylevi · 5 years ago

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has the ereri fandom died???

Short answer: no?

Long answer: no??? jk. No, the ereri fandom is still very much alive anon. We still have artists and writers who post some bomb-ass content.

But I am gonna give a link to an uhm, salty tea post ;) as to why some creators may post less than before.

#personally i'm just too busy to write my fics even though i want #and a tad bit unmotivated but oh well once i start writing it'll go away #but yeah we're very much alive i'd suggest joining some discord servers to see how many of us are still actually active :)#answered #idk how to answer these things halp #ereri

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greatwyrmgold · 2 years ago

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I have thoughts about that which I don't know if I've shared on Tumblr before.

TL;DR: The weirdly merged Master category (and to a lesser extent its overlap with Stranger) makes me think that the PRT's power system was designed as a framework for matching trigger events to powers first and an in-universe power categorization system second.

First off, for anyone who hasn't read the Weaver Dice documents, I recommend it—especially for people who want to write/think about writing Worm fanfic. The section on trigger events for the most recent version I bookmarked is here. It outlines the ways that different trigger events lead to different power categories.

So, from the shard's perspective, it makes sense that mind-control Masters and minion-creating Masters would arise from the same general kinds of triggers. The problem is that you're alone and need friends, here's a power that gives you friends, I'm halping.

Same deal with Stranger powers. Too much social pressure, too much attention, here's a power that lets you avoid it—maybe through invisibility, maybe through mind manipulation. The line between Stranger powers and Master powers is muddled in part because the line between Stranger/Master trigger events is muddled. It's not two distinct categories, so much as a continuum of trauma types and powers branching off from them.

I suspect that Wildbow created this system (which is a pretty good way of formalizing what kinds of trauma lead to what kind of superpowers), needed a power categorization system for the PRT, and realized he already had one and reused it. Fair enough, it reduces the potential for confusion in your notes. Or maybe the idea was that parahuman researchers had recognized patterns in trigger events and powers and were basing their categories off of that. That's plausible, I guess.

But it does make things messy for the PRT. Some poor intern has to look at each mind-controlling cape and decide whether they're more of a Valefor or more of a Heartbreaker. And those Master/Stranger protocols are needed for both Masters and Strangers, but not all Masters or all Strangers; they do little against Imp and less against Skitter.

Now, there are ways to justify this in-universe. The PRT classification system is noted as a bit of a bodged-together chimera of a taxonomy, with bad decisions and awkward compromises lingering because nobody really wants to redo decades of training material, jargon, and so forth.

And this feels like something that could happen by accident if several agencies were working on their own power taxonomies, all of them writing and rewriting them on the fly, none starting from first principles and trying to figure out what an ideal system would be. You fight someone that controls dogs and someone that conjures dog-like constructs the same way, so they go in the same category, and powers that control dogs are basically identical to ones that control people, so they go together too. Invisibility is basically the same as editing the perception of people around you, so that's the same category, as are things similar enough to that kind of perception editing. Even though those similar things overlap a lot with things similar to mind control.

But the specific ways that this system fails line up too cleanly with a system designed from the perspective of entities and shards. That's why I think the PRT classification system is the way it is.

Master as a category is very funny to me. Why would you put the girl who can twist your emotions into a Gordian knot in the same classification as the guy who makes clones of himself.

#worm #parahumans #headcanon #worm meta #categorization #taxonomy #meta

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pompadourpink · 3 years ago

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Hi mom I went through the valks tag to see your stuff about depression and the one about fighting an episode really helped but i didn't find anything about just living with depression on a daily basis ?? halpe

Hello dear, (multiple TW to follow)

Here's what worked for me at the time:

#1. Surrounding myself with goodness. I was following photoshopped models on social media and hated the way I looked. I was friends with toxic people who used me to feel better about themselves. I ate crap, slouched, didn't drink enough and had terrible sleeping habits which led to practically constant discomfort and pain (stomach aches, insomnia, tension headaches, dehydration, etc.). I constantly told myself horrible things about my appearance, character, future, etc.

And big surprise, I was miserable! Who wouldn't?

Unfollow anything and anyone that always makes your heart ache and instead look for hashtags that have to do with things you love (a country, designer, museum, type of food, etc.) and find new accounts to follow. If someone never has anything good to say about you, block them, or avoid them and play dumb if you can't, and find new people to befriend. Have your favourite movie playing in the background. Take pictures of or write down the nice things people say about you.

#2. Normalising everything. Get rid of the idea that you can't do certain things if you can't think of a reason why not. I love running very early or very late to avoid cars and there are times I woke up at 4 and thought "ah, too bad it's not 5, I would have gone for a run". It turned into "ah, clearly I'm not going back to sleep, I'll go for a run". Because why not? Who's going to arrest me? No one. It is that simple.

You haven't done the dishes? As long as they're not discovering fire, you're good.

#3. Getting better habits. If you can't sleep, stop using your phone in bed (it makes your brain think bedtime is screen time and you'll stop being sleepy even if you were falling asleep on the couch). Avoid finding shelter in sugar or caffeine, you don't want your copying mechanisms to harm you: always try something else first (my go-to is cool water and fruity tea bags: tastes like icees). Get off the Internet, open the windows and give yourself a pedicure while listening to the Bee Gees.

#4. Making a list of reasons to stay alive. It can be a list of people, destinations, a portrait of the person you want to turn into, of the movies you'll watch when you're done learning French, etc. Anything that makes it worth trying.

(TW on these next paragraphs)

At the peak of my depression, in 2019, I woke up one morning and decided I was done with the pain. I hated myself, had no job, no money, no prospects, no one, and it felt like it would never get better and I had no reasons to keep fighting.

I had a drawer filled with boxes of sleeping pills because my GP was desperately trying to help me rest (but nothing worked, hello ADHD). I had some random appointment at 10. I went, enjoyed the sun on my face, feeling the calmest I had felt in years, didn't hear a word the lady said, came home, and took my own life. Laid down and waited. Only then, my beloved cats started fighting and I realised no one was going to find me for weeks and they would starve to death. I freaked out, made myself vomit, felt hungover for three days, and started therapy two weeks later.

Fast forward three years, I'm a business owner, the happiest I've ever been, madly in love with life, I'm moving to the south for the sun and the sea, planning a vacation to meet my best friend, and I can't believe how much everything changed. I read my diary entries from that time and don't recognize that girl.

What a waste it would have been if I had given up.

Love,

Mum

#ask #malks

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birb-on-fire · 3 years ago

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Page 16: Alakan and Wulf

This is, to be honest, my favorite sketch in the whole book. Alakan was my first really original character (if you recognize him somehow, please forget that you ever met him before, I'm sorry I can't roleplay well!)

He's hat started me writing actually original works instead of glorified fanfictions/spin-offs. I've been shaping him since I was 14 and I'm rediculously attatched.

Alakan is a half human/half skyrian. Skyrians are a race I created and one day I will include my (very brief) species sheet on here for them. He's a freedom fighter of sorts, and mostly a loner. (He prefers to work alone, but has no problem with coming back home to his family when his work is done.)

He's a selective mute, and I have far too many parts of his character and story detailed to put it all here. I plan on including him in a lot of future works here on my blog tho!

Sweet wings, I can't even usually draw dogs. This was really good for me! (Animals are my weakness, halp!)

Wulf is a friendly companion that hangs out with Alakan on occasion, but much prefers spending time with the kids Alakan runs into a lot. He's a big doggie (I'm also bad at drawing things to scale) and he acts like it when there aren't any adult humans around t judge. He isn't afraid to be a butt around Alakan though, he thinks it's funny.

#phoenix scratches #my art 2020 2021 #sketchbook tour #alakan lofdar legends #alakan my beloved #wulf my fluffy!#i had to reference so many fog pictures for this #omgosh #inhumans #original characters #character design #wolf #i'm new to drawing armor #sorry about that

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shotosimp1 · 4 years ago

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naps

sugawara x GN!reader.

Authors note: helloooo this is my first ever fic so if I did something wrong or its low key cringe don't hate me lmaoo so this fic is basically that you're daichis sibling and you and sugawara are like close friends who love taking naps togather I don't want to spoil anything so I'm going to stop here. ⚠️Important note⚠️: when suga is talking the text colour is purple. And when you're talking its blue :D genre: fluff. warnings: nothing but if there is dont be afraid to tell me! Here is this playlist i made for this fic i hope you like it! :D

being daichi's sibling came with its pros and cons. I cant lie to you he is a good brother but that doesnt mean he isnt protective of you. And no, no boyfriends. But the best thing about being daichis sibling is that you would get to spend time with the one and only crush of yours sugawara koushi. Everything about him just made you happy. He is so caring and sweet you just couldn't halp yourself from falling for him. And because sugawara and daichi met in middle school they were very close. And with that he came over to hang out like at least once a week. You didn't mind as long as daichi let you be around for a bit you just wanted to be around cutie

And with that you and him would chat every now and then Just getting to know each other more. Both of you would talk about your hobbies and interests and life etc. You just found him so interesting you just kept wanting to be around him more and more. And daichi as the good brother he is will try to leave you two alone for a couple of minutes to have a good conversation together and would excuse himself with "oh im going to the bathroom" or " um im going to get a snack" and it works too!!

Finals were close and the boys, daichi suga and asahi came over to study it was their second year and you were a first year student. Suga would help you study and help you understand the things you couldn't and all that jazz. You felt kinda flustered whenever he says "good job!!" And gives that warm smile of his. It was around 1:12 pm and all of you were too focused on your work and didn't remember lunch....Yeah I know unbelievable. "Mmmm god I'm so hungry" "shoot we didn't eat lunch" daichi said looking at the clock "its 2 something pm there is still time for that just go order _______ or something" -"ahh your probably right" asahi said "okay okay should we all go get _______ i mean we should get our mussels movi-" "im not going anywhere im tired" "okay fine what about you asahi?" -daichi- "sure" "and what about you ____?" -asahi- "nahh I would rather stay sorry.." "eh its okay we'll get going yeah?" -daichi- " yeah let's go" -asahi- and boom you two are alone.

"You look kinda sleepy" he said as he chuckled for about. 10 minutes both of you were kinda silent he was laying on his tummy on the sofa while you sat on the floor near the desk you were studying on. "Kinda actually" "oh? Well mabye you should take a nap" "sure.. but uh you look sleepy too" "hm? Oh yeah i am " you both laughed a bit. "Wanna sleep in my room? It would be more comfortable there?" " well what about you?" "My bed is big i will be just finee" seconds after you said that he starts..to grin? "Ooou you wanna sleep with me that bad?" "You're honestly making me regret my choices." "Hey!" "You can sleep on the sofa bye bye!" You said as your going to your room and him of course following you.

"Cute room kinda messy tho" he laughed " can you leave me and my "messy" room alone" "fine fine" he said chuckling. Both of you layed on the bed and him falling asleep almost instantly from how tired he was. It was peaceful sleeping next to him. I mean yes you were blushing at the thought of him being so close to you but it still felt so peaceful and nice. You turned around to face him. It sounds like too much but he looked like an angle. You stared at his features for quit a while.. he's just so nice to look at. "Can't sleep?" "what the hell!? You scared the living shit out of me!" He laughed. He asked you again "can you not sleep?" " yeah actually" you said still mad at him for scaring you like that. He asked if he can come closer and you said yes. He but a hand on the back of your head and gently guiding it to his chest. And with that your head is on your crushes chest. You tried your best to not show how surprised and flustered you were. "Do you feel comfortable? Can i put my hand on your back? it would feel even better" "s-sure I don't mind" he started to rub soothing circles on your back. Seconds after that you fell asleep..in his mf arms ahh.

"Sorry we took so long the line there was kinda long" No response. Both asahi and daichi left the house for about an hour. They looked around the living room to see that no one was there. "Hm that's wierd" -asahi- daichi agreed as he went to check your room to see if your there. "Oh.my.god." asahi heard him and went to see what's up. "Wait aww that's kinda cute" "what! No its not!" Asahi laughed at how angry he was from just seeing his best friend cuddling his younger sibling. "Hey..hey! HEY!!" "Hmm what what do you want cant you see were sleeping here ugh" " yeah i CAN see and get your filthy-" " why are you so mad? Its not like I did something to them I was just helping them sleep" " I mean he has a point..plus I'm sure its just a nap" -asahi- "ugh fine...CAN YOU ATLEAST MOVE YOUR HAND OH MY GOD" "Why are you yelling...?" You said as you got woken up from your brothers yelling "its nothing..get up its time to eat" daichi said as he went downstairs to eat. Asahi mouthed a 'sorry' to both of you and went to fallow him. "Did you sleep well? I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable or anything.." "No no!! It.. it was nice thank you" "great!! Let's go downstairs now im starving..." you both laughed as you went downstairs to eat.

From that day whenever the both of you found the chance to nap together you would do it. Suga tired from practice? nap time! Stressed? Nap time! Sad? Nap time! It's like both of you were nap buddies and you loved it. Daichi couldn't really do anything at this point. Don't get me wrong he was SO happy when you actually found someone to hang out with and actually be comfortable around. But he just didn't like the fact that the both of you were so touchy its like you guys were dating. But you always denied him saying "no no he's just a close friend nothing else!!!!" Until...

It was a Saturday night you and suga were in your room watching a barbie film. It was a chill night both of you got snacks and watched the movie in peace. sugawara kept giving you these side eye glances every now and then you noticed them but didn't say anything. It was the last 20 minutes of the movie and he did it again but this time it was a side glance his eyes were fully on you. "What?" He giggled and said nothing. You were confused a bit so you paused the movie and looked at him. "Is there something on my face?" "No..you just look pretty" he smiled. Both of you were eye to eye and very close. His eyes would go from your eyes to your lips as he came even closer. He gently took your hand in his as he said "can i kiss you?" You were in shock your heart was beating as you nodded. It was gentle and sweet you swore you could right a whole essay about how that kiss was the best thing you have ever experienced. "AHM AHM!!!" Both of you pulled away almost instantly as you saw daichi standing in your bedrooms doorstep "listen- its not what it looks like okay??" "Uhuh..koushi have you been dating my sibling behind my back?" "WHAT? no!! I swear-" "come downstairs cuz we have some stuff to discuss here"

You sat there confused but genuinely so happy 'I kissed him..' 'holy shit i actually kissed him!!' your mind was running with thoughts 'wait what if we start dating?' 'Oh my god!!!!' 'Wait what did daichi mean when he said "discuss some things"??' "Hey im back..." he smiled nervously at you "oh hi!" He smiled as he sat down on the bad next to you "um suga" "yes?" "what did my brother 'discuss' with you downstairs?" "You know "don't hurt their feelings!!" And "don't even think about cheating on them!" And he may or may not threatened to kill me if I did" you giggled "all that because of a kiss? Its not like were dating" " ..Well what would you do if I asked you to be my partner right now hm?" "Uhhh!!??!!? I- I dont know mabye say yes or something" he laughed "well then do you want to be my lovey dovey partner?" You giggled a bit as you nodded "tsk, man i kinda wanted to hear you say "yes please please i do!!" Oh well.." "really suga.."

I hope you guys liked it ♡ again this is my first time ever writing fics so I hope its not that bad

#anime #haikyuu!!#haikyuu × reader #haikyuu fluff #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x gn reader #sugawara fic #hq sugawara #hq daichi #hq asahi #fluff #sugawara headcanons #sugawara hcs #sugawara scenario #sugawara imagine #sugawara kōshi #haikyuu senarios #haikyuu angst

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novantinuum · 8 years ago

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Current mood:

Utterly destroyed by @hellmandraws 's newest comic. 💯👌🏻

#I've already read it five times haLP #just... the designs.#dipper inheriting the pines family jawline... he looks so achingly like a young ford it hurts #and then Mabel has a stark resemblance to young adult stan and gAH #there's too much I could say about ford #I'm just so glad to see a well done older design for him where he actually LOOKS like he's aged considerably #and that beard is fantastic #I dunno if I'm reading too much into things but it also seems like ford's considerably skinnier here than you usually draw him which... hhhh #i really hope ford's been taking care of himself since stan died but it's little details like that that suggest it's been a hard struggle #what really got to me was ford being unable to write without his hand trembling #for the passing of time to slowly start taking away his passions...#damn that's rather upsetting ;A;#okay I've gushed enough #I love this comic so much #thank you for blessing us with your incredible works #farewell #jennah rambles #jennah rambles in the tags

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welllpthisishappening · 6 years ago

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So I think that I sent you a babbling, semi-incoherent ask a couple of weeks ago that tumblr may have eaten. It was (sort of) a prompt about CS, snark and banter, and Santa!Con. But then I started to think - did you already write that fic? Did it sound to me like something right up your alley because you'd done it? If so, forgive me for not remembering! Also, I'm looking everywhere for a fic of yours I know I read about CS and a proposal attempt at Rockefeller Center, but I can't find it. Halp!!

Oh nooooo I never got that!! Well, this must be remedied at once, don’t you think? So, first off, I did write about a proposal at Rockefeller Center last year. It’s Heart to Heart and Hand in Hand and is basically my thoughts about public proposals and people taking pictures of a moment that isn’t theirs. As far as Santa Con goes, he’s some slightly proposal-type words with an incredibly drunk Killian Jones and vaguely stunned Emma Swan.

“Is everything spinning?”

Emma chuckles, wrapping her fingers around Killian’s arm in a rather pitiful attempt to keep him balanced. He’s sitting down. That does not appear to be making much of a difference.

“Your hat is going to fall off if you can’t sit up straight,” she says, and he makes a noise she’s never heard before. But, to be fair, she’s never actually seen him this drunk before and that includes David’s last birthday when the Knicks lost their first-round playoff series and the whole night ended with several oversized vessels for alcohol and the promise that it’s really a matter of dignity, Swan when it came to finishing every single drop.

“Sod the hat,” Killian grumbles. He slumps forward, the top flipping over, which only ends with the little pom pom thing bumping against his nose and Emma really has had far too much alcohol to deal with any of this.

She’s still not entirely sure why they agreed to this – but Ruby can be incredibly persuasive, demanding, when she wants to and Mary Margaret had done that doe-eyed thing and even Elsa said it sounded like fun. That had only gotten David to make some kind of noise of victory and Emma had sighed dramatically no less than half a dozen times before Killian agreed he’d wear a hat if they’d all shut up about it.

And so the Santa Con plan was born.

Ruby bought them matching hats.

“That’s a very old fashioned sounding sentence you know,” Emma points out, Killian making some kind of noise that she hopes is an agreement.

“I’m an old fashioned kind of gentleman.”

The laugh that bubbles out of her is decidedly alcohol-fueled and a little more like a giggle than Emma really wants, but the whole thing is also pretty goddamn endearing and those cookie shots at the last bar had been especially potent.

The room is definitely spinning.

There are so many people dressed like Santa Claus.

“Yeah, that’s definitely true,” Emma mumbles. It’s much harder than it probably should be to pull her arm up, resting her palm on the side of Killian’s cheek. He leans into it, eyes fluttering shut in a way that makes it almost too obvious how long his lashes are.

Emma bites her lip.

“But that’s a good thing,” she adds. His lips quirk up.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. How many cookie shots did you have?”

“Way too many,” Killian admits, eyes still closed. He moves his head slightly, a low groan in the back of his throat when the room very likely starts spinning again, but Emma forgets to be worried about that as soon as his lips brush over the back of her wrist. “I really like you, you know.”

She blinks. And waits for the rest of that sentence. It never comes.

And it’s not really surprising. She’s somewhere in the realm of one-hundred percent positive he likes her. Loves her, in fact. A lot. Like. Well, a lot. More than she thought possible and Emma hopes her heart can handle the rather sudden wave of alcohol-based emotions its being force to contend with.

It’s not surprising.

It’s normal and she’s not used to it, probably won’t ever be used to it, because it still makes it feel as if she’s glowing from the inside out when he says things like that, but it’s also kind of par for the course or tradition or something. Or, at least getting there.

She hopes so.

She’s been kind of thinking about it.

And Ruby claimed that Santa Con could count as some kind of quasi bachelorette party for both her and Belle. That made Emma’s heart thud too.

“Good to know,” Emma says, hating how breathless her voice has turned.

“I’m serious.”

“Oh, I know you are.”

Killian opens his eyes, far too blue to be anything except distracting even with all the alcohol metaphors. He kisses her skin again, nipping softly until Emma makes a noise that’s closer to a yelp than she’d like. It makes him smile. “Just,” he continues, and it’s almost impressive how he manages to elongate four letters into what sounds like several thousand, “God, you’re so pretty.”

Emma has no idea what noise she makes. It’s not a laugh. Or a scoff. It’s not even disbelief. It might actually be joy.

Her heart feels like it’s expanding.

“What?”

Killian nods earnestly, and Emma hopes this isn’t actually a dream. That’d be kind of disappointing. “That was the first thing I noticed, you know.”

“That I was pretty?”

“It’s not that super—superfi—“

“Superficial?”

“That,” he mutters, humming softly when Emma’s fingers move into his hair. The hat is a lost cause. She’s fairly sure someone has already stepped on it. And Mary Margaret may be singing carols on the other side of the bar. “Smart.”

“Smart and pretty, huh? God, I sound unstoppable.”

“Stopped me. Right in my tracks.”

Emma’s smile threatens to strain the muscles in her face. “That so?”

“Yuh huh. Belle said she wanted me to meet her girlfriend’s friend and you were there and your hair.”

“My hair?”

“It’s so…yellow.”

“Seriously how many cookie shots did you have?”

Killian scowls, a twist of lips that probably shouldn’t be attractive. Emma’s breath catches when he wraps his fingers around her wrist. “That’snotimportant,” he mumbles. They should probably find a seat with a back. This stool suddenly seems incredibly dangerous.

He shifts again, letting go of her arm and that’s only slightly disappointing. That, of course, is until his fingers card through the ends of Emma’s hair, letting the strands fall across his palm and over her shoulder and she’s not entirely sure what to do with the look on his face.

Like he’s a little stunned to still see her there.

“I like you so much,” he says again, half to himself. Emma’s heart does not care.

“So you’ve mentioned.”

“I want you to know.”

“Babe, trust me, I know,” Emma promises, ducking into his slightly blurry eye line. He smirks – or at least tries, one side of his mouth tugging up and free hand falling to her hip with an almost audible thump. “I really like you too. Maybe we should get you some water. And some food. Something greasy.”

“You want onion rings.”

“This is not about what I want.”

“Do you mean that?” Killian asks. Emma narrows her eyes.

“Mean what?”

“The—liking, I—“ He takes a deep breath, a hint of nerves that do not make sense with the man at all and Emma’s heart thuds for a totally different reason. Mary Margaret is definitely still singing.

“Were you doubting that? Because we could definitely make out some if you want, although we may get arrested for public indecency.”

He laughs, short and quick and still a hint nervous. Emma only just realizes she’s never actually moved her hand – her arm is starting to ache from holding it up for so long, but Killian definitely leans into the touch again and she really likes being able too feel him smile.

What a weirdo. It’s probably the alcohol.

It’s not.

“No,” Killian whispers. “But I want—“

“What?”

“Everything.”

Emma is very impressed her knees don’t give out. They wobble slightly. “I don’t—“

“It’s got to be perfect,” he says, barely giving her a chance to finish her half-finished thought. “That’s what you deserve and what we should—better than Mary Margaret and David. Way better than Ruby and Belle.”

Emma shakes her head slowly, trying to push past the admittedly rather large amount she’s had to drink to figure out what the hell he’s talking about. Her right knee gives out when she realizes.

“Oh my God,” she breathes, and Killian’s gaze gets hazier. He hooks his foot around her leg. That doesn’t make standing any easier.

“Perfect,” he repeats. “I’ve got—it’s going to be perfect.”

“What?”

“There’ll be kissing. We won’t be wearing Santa hats. Probably.”

“Probably?”

He hums, another far too serious nod and maybe the problem isn’t her heart at all. It might be her lungs. They appear to be shrinking. “Definitely,” Killian amends. “I want to do it at home.”

“We have one of those.”

She says it like it’s not the single most important sentence in the world, but Killian can’t seem to stop nodding and the footsteps coming towards them sound impossibly loud. “Yeah,” he mutters. “Together. Then we can make out.”

“Is that the goal?”

“With no clothes.”

“I think that may qualify as more than making out, babe,” Emma says, a forced lightness to her voice.

“Just the ring.”

She’s going to die. Right there – surrounded by several thousand drunk Santas and her equally drunk friends and her whole body shakes when David claps her on the shoulder.

“Hey,” David says brightly, Mary Margaret tucked against his side. They’re both still wearing their hats. Emma’s might be somewhere on Ninth Avenue. “You guys want to get some food?”

Emma doesn’t answer. She may nod. It feels like she nods, but she’s also trying to fight off death, so…

Killian, for his part, doesn’t appear to realize what he’s said or done, just tugs Emma closer to him and lets his lips drag across the side of her jaw and, really, dying in a Midtown bar a few weeks before Christmas would be so goddamn disappointing.

It would definitely make her a meme.

“You ok, Em?” Mary Margaret asks. Emma hopes she nods again. “Fries? Mozzarella sticks?”

“Onion rings,” Killian answers.

“Ah, good call. Where’s your hat?”

“Don’t know.”

He kisses behind Emma’s ear before Mary Margaret can say anything else.

And, honestly, if asked Emma would say she doesn’t consider the potential for a proposal the rest of the night. She’s far too busy telling Ruby the hats don’t matter and eating what must be some kind of record for onion ring consumption and navigating Midtown is a challenge she almost fails completely.

They opt not to take the Subway – far too many bridge and tunnelers in Port Authority – meandering up Tenth Ave instead on the assumption that it will be easier to hail a cab. It’s not. They’re too clearly drunk. And dressed like Santa.

“This is Santa prejudice,” Emma mumbles, nearly twenty blocks away from the last bar and Killian makes the world’s most ridiculous noise against the back of her neck.

“We’re not that far.”

“From home?” He makes the noise again. “You want to walk home?”

“I know you don’t want to pay for a cab anymore.”

That’s true. Emma doesn’t say that. She doesn’t have to – particularly when he tilts her head up to kiss her scrunched nose, fingers lacing through hers as they trek further uptown. Slowly, but surely.

It takes her several tries to open the door and a few more tries to get out of her boots and she’s not exactly expecting anything, but she kind of thought about the potential for a proposal and lying to herself is not an attractive quality. They don’t make out. They barely even make it to the bed, falling onto the mattress without moving the blankets or the pillows and Killian doesn’t take his belt off before he tugs Emma against his chest and they fall asleep with the lights on.

She may still be drunk when she wakes up the next morning – bits of sunlight poking through the curtains and a distinct lack of perspective fiancé next to her. Emma groans when she sits up, running a hand across her face. There’s noise coming from the kitchen.

She definitely uses the wall as support when she walks.

And Killian smiles when he turns towards her. He took his belt off at some point.

“How you feeling?”

Emma shrugs. “You were way more drunk than me. You take anything?”

“Probably more Ibuprofen than I’m supposed to, honestly.”

She laughs softly, leaning back against the counter and ignoring everything that appears to be fluttering in the pit of her stomach. “That help at all?”

“A little,” Killian says, handing her glass of water and several large pills. “Something about modern medicine, love.”

“You’re not a doctor.”

“But I was way more drunk than you and still alive, so—“

“—Well, who am I to argue with that?”

“Exactly.”

He doesn’t stop looking at her while she downs the pills, which is only a little unnerving, but that may be the fluttering and—“How much do you remember from yesterday?” Killian asks, the same hint of nerves in every single letter.

Emma nearly chokes on tap water.

Killian winces. “Was that all real, then? Not a dream?”

“Depends on what kind of dreams you’re having, I guess.”

“Ones that include all of that going much better than they actually did.”

He hisses in a breath of air, only to huff it out just as quickly, the tips of his ears going red when he takes a step back. And Emma doesn’t really think before she follows him, just moves into his space and rests her hand on his cheek again and—“I was so jealous of Ruby and Belle claiming Santa Con as some kind of bachelorette party, I could hardly see straight.”

Killian’s eyes widen.

“I really like you too,” Emma adds. “Like. An absurd amount, honestly. And, I um—“ She takes a deep breath. Her body doesn’t entirely appreciate it. “It’s always going to be you and I, well, it’d be yes. No matter when it happens.”

She barely gets the words out before he’s kissing her. It’s nice. It’s a hell of a lot better than nice, but they’re both very clearly hungover and Emma is still holding water and none of this went according to the very real plan Killian had.

He had a plan.

With her.

Emma can feel his smile against her mouth.

“I love you so much,” he whispers.

“I think that’s kind of a prerequisite of this, honestly.”

“Emma.”

“I love you too,” she says, and it feels like a guarantee and a promise and they barely get off the couch all day.

And he does, eventually, ask – telling Ruby we’re not going out on New Year’s, tugging a box out of his pocket at 9:47 p.m. because that’s the same time Emma showed up at the bar that very first time and it makes her heart thud and expand and a slew of other verbs it probably shouldn’t, but she kisses him before she answers.

“Swan,” Killian mutters, already doing his best to get her shirt off. The ring looks particularly good on her left hand.

“Yes.”

#cs ff #captain swan ff #captain swan fic #cs fic #WHAT IS THIS #WHO KNOWS #can't stop won't stop writing christmas fic #that's what it is really #idristardis #laura rambles

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moonraccoon-exe · 6 years ago

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"Darling," Ignis says with a soft smile as he steps closer. "I had heard that it was your special day, and I'm afraid I might be late in giving you your gift." he can't help but smile as you step closer. "Babe!" Gladio rushes in and sweeps you off your feet spinning you around once before pinning you between him and Ignis. "Was that necessary?" Gladio smirks "Hell yeah." Ignis rolls his eyes but the two of them lean in, each kissing your cheeks. "Happy Birthday Babe!" "Happy Birthday Darling."

( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : )

Oh…m-my..

I…

I…….

* doesn’t get up*

*is deceased thank you*

*has revived and will proceed to rant and thank you under the keep reading*

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*CLINGS TO THE SCREEN*

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FANGASMS SO HARD IT EXPLODES*

*SOUL DETACHES FROM BODY TO ASCEND TO THE SPIRITUAL REALM*

*ASCENDS TO THE FIFTH HEAVEN*

*SOUL COMES BACK TO BODY PURIFIED AND BLESSED BY THE BEAUTY AND WONDERFULNESS OF THIS WHOLE ASK*

GAWDS HAVE MERCY ON ME OH MY GAWD ANON

WHAT THE F U C K ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE BECAUSE OH MY GAWD I’M FANGASMING AGAIN AKLSDJ GLKADJF KLADJG KLDAG AJKLADJ KLGDAJG LAKDJG

*KEEPS EXPLODING NON STOP*

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*UNCONTROLLABLY HYSTERICALLY FLAILING ALL OVER THA PLACE AT ROCKET SPEED*

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM

*EXPLODES AGAIN*

ANON

*CLINGS TO YOU AND KEEPS YELLING*

ANON

DO YOU SEE THAT SECOND GIF. AS THAT HOOMAN COLLAPSES BECAUSE SOMEONE JUST ARRIVED SHOT THEM UNEXPECTEDLY AND THEN THEY LEAVE AS THE HOOMAN DIES

THAT’S U AND ME

U JUST. ARRIVED ROM NOWHERE AND YOU JUST. SHOT ME, FREAKING SHOT ME WITH THIS- THIS- THIS GORGEOUS MOST MARVELOUS, MOST EXQUISITE ASK, AND I’M STANDING THERE STUPIFIED NOT READY AND NOT KNOWING WHAT JUST HAPPENED AND JUST

STRUCK IN THE FACE

AND YOU JUST WATCH ME COLLAPSE AND THEN YOU LEAVE LIKE IT’S NOTHING AND I DIE

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*FANGASMS AGAIN*

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHATDOYOUEXPECTMETOSAY WHAT AR EYOU EXPECTING FROM ME ASKDJDGKLJDA OMG ANON WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT THE HELL H NO HERE IT COMES AGAIN *FANGASMS* UGHF ASKDJFDGJD PLS HALP I KEEP DOING THAT AND I CAN’T HANDLE ALL THESE EMOTIONS AND FEELINGS ALONE IT’S SOOVERWHELMING AND FANTASTIC AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*EXPLODES AGAIN*

*is deceased once more and needs to revive again pls give me a minute again*

*HYPERVENTILATES*

ANON. ANON. DEAR SWEET MERCIFUL ANON WHO JUST SLAYED ME.

WHAT THE FUCK. THANK YOU. I’M...NUMB. I’M MENTALLY LYING HERE ABSOLUTELY NUMB AND WITHT HE HEAD EMPTY AND EYE WIDENED STARING AT THE CEILING BECAUSE WHAT ELSE CAN ID O RIGHT NOW. HOW ELSE DO I REACT. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE THROUGH THIS AND NOT DIE.

OMG ANON. ANON. OMG YOU. YOU. ANONA SKLDD GKLAJDFLKADFJ GDKLAGJDA L

SHITFUCK I SWEAR I’M TRYING TO CALM DOWN BUT I KEEP JUST- SMASHING THE KEYBOARD AND ALKSJDDKLAGJD DOING STUPID NOISES AND SILLY FACES AND LISTEN HERE, YOU LISTEN HERE, I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS TO TELL YOU HOW THIS MADE ME REACT AND HOW GRATEFUL I AM BECAUSE

*LOUD INHALE*

OH MY G O D ANON

*cries*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*STAYS HUGGED TO THIS ASK FOREVER*

ANON THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This ask was absolutely and completely unexpected!! I thought maybe one or two people would drop by to say happy birthday, buT THIS? TTTTTTTTTTTTTHISSS? TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!?!?!?!!?!!?!?!??!?!

*DIES AGAIN*

*just lies there unmoving for all eternity now*

Ah. Ah.....ah. Ah my gawd. Gawd have mercy on me. Ah...gawd...my gawd...ah.

ah. There it is. You won. You’ve left me absolutely speechless. How do I reply to this, how do I say thanks enough, that is something I won’t ever know. The Supreme Tagger has been defeated. There is no power on this planet that can move me from this mental spot where I lie and stare in awe at nothing because this ask just made my life feel so complete and sublime and I’m still in the heavens thank you

ah...

goddammit. I’ve had this open for so long but I just. Still mentally lie ther ein silence aksjdlakjfdgdlakgjdakljg

Anon. Sweet anon. Wonderful superb you glorious anon. Gawds bless you and this- thIS GORGEOUS ASK ASKDJDLKGJDA OKAY I WON’T FOCUS ON IT BECAUSE WHEN I DO I HYPERVENTILATE AND LOSE IT AGAIN AHSDNAJDGANDGJADGN

But seriously thank you. Thank you so, so sincerely much for taking the time to write something for me for my birthday :’3 I’m sorry I replied a day later, but I did read this when you dropped it in and I had mental death aND IT’S STILL GOING BY THE WAY ALSKDJADKLGJADGKLJDA

Really, thank you immensely for the time and the effort into writing this. Thank you for the creativity and for deciding to do more than just wish me a happy birthday and send my two- mY TWO

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARLINGS

MY TWO BABIES

MY ANGELS, MY SWEET BOYS, MY BESTEST BOYS, MY DEAR CUPCAKES, SWEET HUSBANDS MADE OF CELESTIAL PURITY CRAFTED BY THE GODS THEMSELVES

*cries*

MY OTP PUT ME IN BETWEEN AND STILL OTP THEMSELVES WHILE OTPING ME TOO AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*COMBUSTING AND STARTS UNCONTROLLABLY FLAILING ALL OVER THE PLACE WHILE HIGH PITCHED-LY SCREECHING*

*CRIES LOUDER*

MY BABIES, MY SWEET BOYS, MY HEART AND SOUL AND MY EVERYTHING IT’S THE TWO OF THEM AND I’M SANDWICHED IN BETWEEN AND THEY SMOOCH MY FACE AT THE SAMET IME AND HONESTLY IF THIS IS NOT HEAVEN I DON’T WANT TO DIE BECAUSE THIS IS BETTER AND I CRY AND I YELL AND I THROW A TANTRUM BECAUSE THIS IS SO SWEET KLASJDKLADGJADLKGJ

HONESTLY AT FIRST IT HOUGHT IT WAS JUST GOING TO BE IGGY BECAUSE I MEAN UUUUUUUUUUUGH IGGY MY DARLING, BUT HEN GLADIO PAPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE AND IW AS LIKE

GAWD

IS HE GOING TO

AND THEN HE JUST- GRABS ME AND HUGS ME AND THEN OH MY GAWD SANDWICHED IN BETWEEN THEM OH NO I’M DOING IT AGAIN

*FANGASMS*

IASKJDFSALJDGKLDAGJADKLFJDALKGDAJGKALDFJDALKGJADKGLJAD

OH NO THERE GOES ALL MY SANITY AND ALL MY HEART AND ALL MY FEELINGS AND EVERY PIECE OF MY SOUL AND ALSO MY UNDERWEAR. RUINED. SLAYED. ALL OF THEM DEAD AND TRANSCENDING THE CELESTIAL REALM TO MAKE ME BE BORN AGAIN BUT HAPPIER AND PURIFIED AND WITH MY THIRD EYE OPEN BECAUSE FUCK ME THIS IS SPLENDID I WAS TRYING TO KEEP COMPOSURE BUT I JUST

I CAN’T

ASKDJALDKGJADKLFJADKLGJADKFLAJSFKLADJGKLAFJKLAJGALDKGJAD KADGJDAGKLAJDGKLADJGKLDAGJDAJKLG

*PUNCHES THROUGH THE WALL* *THROWS COMPUTER OUT THE WINDOW* *FLIPS THE DESK* *tRASHES THE ROOM* *tRASHES THE NEIGHBORHOOD* *FLIPS THE EARTH* *FLIPS THE WHOLE GALAXY*

*SCREECHES SO LOUDLY THE UNIVERSE SHAKES*

*collapses and squeaks*

whineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ;A;

Anon....anon my heart so so full alksdadklfj ;A;

Iggy and Gladdy are my faves. Also OTP. And you throwing this at me with no warning...omg anon whY ;A;

This has made life so beautiful. My year has started beautifully with this, this ask alone watered my plants and made the flowers bloom, it cleaned the pollution in the air, made the oxygen clean, it cleaned my lungs and skin, it added ten years of life to my life, and it’s cured me fully from everything bad and i’m free of all the bad and i’m ethereal and floating in this majestic transparent lake of stars

aH. i ded. I no respond

just....thank you

bEST BIRTHDAY ASK EVER. bEST GIFT. i SHALL LIE HERE AND NOT MOVE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR NOW WHILE THIS ASK AND ITS BEAUTY CONSUMES ME.

Thank you for writing this. Thank you for OT3-ing me into my OTP to make of this tHE BEST BIRTHDAY MENTAL IMAGE GIFT I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY EXISTENCE ;A;

I could go on for pages but...I won’t ever thank you enough, and this mental image is too precious, I lack the vocabulary. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I shall now go and swoon over this beautiful mental image that I want portrayed and framed on my wall now. Iggy and Gladio sandwiching me and both kissing my face and telling me happy birthdya darling and happeh birthday babe.

I am in love. I am cured. I am complete

thank you

*dies again*

#there #i tried to reply #not enough #*is still fangasming*#coonreplies

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nyx-umbrakinesis · 2 months ago

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Oh fuck firstly the start is divine, how we feel how comfortable and established with Alastor things are and whoosh suddenly Lucifer's all there and charming and oh then Al's jealously so fucking hot and hot Vox just takes complete advantage of the situation, literal shivers ad I imagine him resting against my back talking and flirting in such a delicious way 🥵🥵

Fuck and them fighting over us, it's so fucking good, oh my heart omfg hot af!

Lucifer trying to get there first and Alastor being a little shit is everything 😩💜and then Vox all possessive and fucking dominant just fucking owning us with a kiss, how fucking dare you already destroy my underwear 😩😩💜

And his cocky fucking line 🫠

Luci being all soft making me yearn for him and Alastor taking every opportunity to use his shadows to whisk us away and be his 😩😩😩

Of fuck, I literally fucking soasmed when Vox grabbed us back and pushed himself against us omfg so fucking hot 🥵🥵🥵

Oh fuck yeah Vox with the best suggestions ever!

Luci taking the initiative fuckkkkkk

And then Vox already watching stroking himself, fuck RIP my panties x2 😩😩😩😩💜💜

And then oh Luci's simmering jealousy and quick magic getting rid of the clothes and teasing up sliding his cock through our folds, fuck woman I'm going to open the tap and lay under it cuz fuck my mouth and throat are so fucking thirst all of a sudden.

Oh than you hit us with the Love deceleration fuckkkk 🫠🫠🫠 my heart was Not ready 😭😭😭💜

And the way he goes slow, attuned to our body and you can fucking feel his affection nghhhhh.

Oh fuck and then hitting us with the praise kink fuckkkk 'perfect' 😭😭😭🫦🫦 I need that man to call me perfect fuck I'd sell my soul!

The Vox cheeky and fucking possessive as ever making sure we don't forget him! Fuck making me look at him while Luci is embedded deep inside me dhslahfjeoakdje 🥵🥵🥵halp

The battle of wills they despite the intensity! So fucking palpable

And then oh shit yeah his cock needing us so badly he can't resist making us suck him while me get filled by another fuckkkk.

And then the fact they've taken us together before, fuck me yes please omfg 😭😭😭

And Lucifer despite his protests enjoying seeing us taken while he fucks us just as much as Vox...

Oh shit in comes Alastor making sure he's not left our, fuck I need his dick in my hand 😩😩 three at one fuck yes every fucking day I would take those men! Fuck you write it so good too my brain is breaking 😭😭

Oh fuck Vox getting even hornier because of Al finally joining you, fuck his little crush is such a turn on he gets harder because the radio demon wants us to touch him and has his cock out nfMldhnrkajsbfkshvdjrhs 😩😩🥵🥵🥵😩😩😩🤤🤤🤤💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

It was right here I had to take a fucking break because my brain short circuited! 😭😭😭 I literally couldn't read the words and understand them...

Oh fuck the scream oh fuck fuck you and making Vox so fucking sexy 😭😭😭

And Lucifer Just focusing on our please omfg that man I would die for 😩😩😩

Lucifer cumming so much it fucking floods out of us fuckinfbakhdjajd 💀💀💀

And then he doesn't mind sharing us for round two fuck you can tell he fucking wants to feel Alastor so fucking badly inside us and fuck that does things to me 😫😭💀💀💜🫦🫦🥵🥵🥵🫠🫠🫠🤤🤤🤤

Fuck then he shows off wanting them to see how much we like his dick in us how well he fills us hkdjJdjejjs how much we love it, there's no words, I literally can't 😭😭😭

His fucking pride and joy 😩😩

And them getting us to beg for them in his command because he's so fucking possessive, showing ownership that it's only by his leave in his mind that they even get a chance skkjfhakshnesh 😭😭😭 I'm fucking crying shaking screaming!!!

Oh shit and Alastor fucking cock blocking Lucifer you can feel his anger his possession he fucking wants us, needs us and will fucking but if somone tries to stop him... Fuck my ovaries RIP they exploded 😭😭🥵🥵

And then he fucking demands we ask for him, beg for his cock, fuck Alastor oh fuck djaljdrhaohdbsjsjns

And they're so fucking big together Vox is nearly forced back out fuccckskbsnsndn and the fucking hard competing in our body like fuck me dumb sirs oh fuck I'm dead in so fucking dead shdjekndjdmajdb 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀😭😭🥵🥵🥵

And then Luci even after cunning once can't help touching himself as he watches, fucking desiring us so badly he needs us again, and Vox using his electricity to one up Al and also stimulate him trying to make Alastor desire him again needing to do this more wanting this again you can fucking feel the ulterior motive, he wants us but fuck would he give it all up to share with Alastor in a heartbeat 😩😩😩😩

Vox just claiming our orgasms as his alone and noone else's is fucking ughhh, fuck that Lucifer fucked one out of us, it was Vox's 🫠🫠🫦🫦🫦

And then Luci needing us so bad, pleading for our mouth so sweetly fucking hell someone just send me to those men rn istg I need nothing else in life 😭😭😭😭

And oh fuck the squirting omfg, Alastor getting drenched and claimed by it in turn I bet he felt so fucking smug because it was on him 😩😩😩😩🥵🥵🥵🥵😭 Fucking I don't need clothes on bottom half anymore it seems they've been destroyed because fuck me Vexi omfg

And the fucking sounds! Oh god oh shit oh fuck djskjdbd

And Lucifer being unable to wait any long, unable to keep being sweet, being so fucking desperate he takes what he needs instead fuckkkk my heart it stopped and then exploded and my ovaries transcended and tried to find a fucking was to transport themselves through to another dimension to fucking find them 😭😭😭 it fucking hurt I clenched so hard!

And Vox fucking zapping everyone forcing orgasms all around fuck rhsmsbrha I fucking need itttt i need it I need it I need it sjdbsmnsdbdnnsndndn

Oh fuck I can fucking feel the desire I stfg I'm dying rn I can't my brain has gone all fuzzy it broke again right her Vox asking us to show him the post and them all watching so fucking hungryyyy 😭😭

And then the pose I literally whines and said 'oh fuck' out loud fuck woman how the fuck did you know one of my biggest fucking kinks 😭😭😭😩😩😩I'm fucking shaking crying screaming fucking sobbing halppppp 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀🥵🥵🥵

Istfg woman I... I'm... Oh just fuck omfg sjmabdjwjbd I can't, I just fucking can't fucking bravo because fuckkkk... You own me, you fucking win, I am yours forever! 😭💀

Wait a min- *squints eyes* I remember you @nyx91 didn't you JUST ask for a threes♡me? Now you want to add another c♡ck into the mix? Oh my Lord. This is completely self-indulgent and I legit shut my brain off of everything I know of Hazbin Hotel in order to be able to write this, I have you know. Also, I didn't plan on writing the threes♡me and fours♡me request for kinktober, but these things happen (it's not because i saw the number four on today's date).

TAGS/WARNINGS: afab!reader, polyamory!reader, double penetrati♡n, p in v, anal s♡x, ♡ral s♡x, multiple ♡rgasm, d♡m/sub undertone, ♡verstimulation, sq♡irting, hand j♡b, jealousy, possessive, sub!reader, reader being an excessive people pleaser, reader becomes c♡ck drunk, electr♡stimulation, incredibly self indulgent, p♡rn without plot, pure p♡rn

The ballroom echoed with music as laughter bubbled between you and Alastor, your fingers entwined perfectly with his. His grin, usually sharp and full of mischief, softened as he dipped you low. The world spun around you, but all you could feel was his touch – his fingers gliding against yours, the electric connection that made your heart race. His movements were smooth, guiding you effortlessly as you twirled in his grasp, your body following the rhythm of the music.

But as you let go to spin away, the air shifted, your body suddenly colliding with a solid, firm chest. Your breath caught, and as you looked up, Lucifer’s bright, pearly smile greeted you. His eyes, warm and playful, locked with yours, and his hand instinctively found the small of your back, pulling you closer. His other hand slid into yours with practised ease, guiding you into a waltz. The heat of his body was intoxicating, and his smooth voice, laced with amusement, made you smile.

“Hello, fancy seeing you here,” you teased, your voice light with laughter.

Lucifer’s brows waggled as he pulled you closer, the warmth of his body seeping through your clothes. “I couldn’t resist when I saw the opportunity to whisk you away,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to your ear. His hand pressed you even tighter against him, your bodies moving as one to the music. His smile was gentle, but there was something more in the way he looked at you – something that made your pulse quicken.

From the corner of your eye, you caught a flicker of movement. Alastor stood nearby, his grin faltering, and – was it a trick of a light? - his ears seemed to flatten against his head. His eyes, usually full of amusement, glared at Lucifer, jealousy burning in their depths.

Before you could react, a familiar darkness slithered beneath your feet. Shadow tentacles erupted from the floor, wrapping around you and Lucifer, yanking you apart with startling force. You gasped, stumbling backward until you collided with another body – this one tall, broad, and radiating warmth.

“Look who’s in my arms now,” a low, sultry voice purred in your ear. Strong arms coiled around your waist, pulling you against the unmistakable form of Vox. His hips pressed into the curve of your back as he swayed with you, his movements slow and deliberate, matching the distant hum of the music. The surrounding air crackled with tension.

You craned your neck, catching a glimpse of his sharp, TV-shaped head. “Vox?” you whispered, confusion lacing your tone. It was rare to see all three of them together – these men who could barely stand the sight of one another – especially Alastor and Vox...and well, Alastor and Lucifer.

Now that you thought about it, it was mainly Alastor who could barely stand the sight of Vox and Lucifer.

Vox’s claws lightly traced your jawline, sending shivers down your spine, until they rested beneath your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. His dark smirk deepened as his eyes gleamed with mischief. “There’s something important I wanted to tell you,” he said, his voice dripping with desire. He glanced up, his smirk growing even darker, before returning his full attention to you. “First.”

Your mind raced, struggling to keep up with the sudden shift in atmosphere. This was meant to be simple – you were merely their escort, a companion to these powerful men. Perhaps, even alover, if the moment called for it.

Vox had been the quickest to take you to bed, his hunger for you insatiable.

Lucifer had taken more time, slowly warming up to you until he, too, sought you out in the dead of night.

Alastor, however, preferred your company in quieter moments – cuddled together after his radio broadcasts, your presence a balm to his otherwise chaotic existence.

But now, everything felt charged, as if the air between the three men crackled with something more.

“Oh, no,” Lucifer’s voice boomed, dragging your attention back to him. His wings unfurled in a flourish of crimson feathers, his eyes glowing a fierce red. He stalked toward you, determination written on his face. “I - well, sweetie, I wanted to ask if you could – mmph!”

A shadowy tendril whipped up from the floor, covering Lucifer’s mouth before he could finish, and with a crackle of static, Alastor materialized beside you, his smile back in full force. His red eyes gleamed, locking onto yours as he stepped closer, his presence dominating the surrounding space.

“Careful, darling,” Alastor whispered, his voice low and dangerous, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. He pulled back, his eyes flicked up above you, glaring at Vox. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to steal the spotlight.”

Alastor’s voice was a low, velvet command. “Be mine.” his hand, cool and possessive, rested against your neck, fingers brushing over your pulse as he felt the frantic rhythm of your heartbeat beneath his touch.

His eyes gleamed with something darker, something undeniable, as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver through your spine, your entire body teetering on the edge of surrender.

“Ma chere,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, full of promises. His lips dipped lower, so close to you that you could feel the tension ready to snap between you both. But just before he could capture your lips with his own, you felt a sudden, sharp tug – a force pulling you backward.

Vox spun you effortlessly to face him, his grin wide and filled with mischief. Before you could react, his lips were on yours, insistent and demanding. His tongue darted forward, coaxing yours to open, searching for that familiar, intimate connection.

The kiss was deep, fiery, and his electric touch sent shivers racing down your spine as little shocks pulsed through your nerves. You moaned into the kiss, your body yielding to him, instinctively parting your lips to let him in. The sensation of his tongue against yours was intoxicating, making your head swim with heady desire.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he looked over at the other two men. “Well, it’s clear who’s the favourite here,” Vox purred, his voice dripping with confidence as his hand trailed down your spine. His fingers slipped beneath your dress, skimming over the sensitive skin of your thigh, sending another thrill through your body. He leaned in, his lips hot against your ear as he whispered, “Right, doll?”

His grin widened as he watched your reaction, his touch igniting a fire beneath your skin. His eyes sparkled with genuine affection, even amidst the possessiveness. You couldn’t deny the allure of Vox, the way his presence consumed you, made your heart race with excitement and pure, unadulterated desire.

But before you could respond, Lucifer’s smooth voice cut through the tension. “Please,” he drawled, stepping forward with that signature regal grace. “My sweetie would obviously choose me.” His arms extended, a silent invitation for the embrace he always sought after a particularly hard day. His soft, gentle smile tugged at your heartstrings – there was something so comforting in the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

Yet before you could decide, darkness engulfed you, your vision swallowed by shadows. When you blinked, you found yourself wrapped tightly in Alastor’s arms, his chest pressed firmly against your back. His grip on your waist was possessive, almost desperate, as if he feared letting go. “Why don’t we let those two pathetic men bicker,” he whispered, his voice a dark tantalizing promise, “while we slip away to my room, darling?”

His lips brushed against your forehead, the gesture both tender and possessive. You felt his body press even tighter against yours, as if he was trying to meld himself to you, his sigh warm against your skin. You tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling around you, your voice muffled against his chest. “Wh-what’s going on?”

Before you could even process it, a sudden jolt hit Alastor, and he released you. You barely had a second to catch your breath before the familiar pull of black cords wrapped around your wrists, dragging you back to Vox. His dark eyes glittered with intensity as he caught you, pulling you flush against him. One of your legs lifted instinctively as he pressed the front of his hip firmly against your core, grinding slowly, sending a heated pulse through you.

“My baby doll will always choose me,” Vox declared, his voice low and dangerous. His lips hovered just above yours, his breath hot against your skin. “Right, doll?” His face was so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, his eyes boring into yours. “I’ll make you the happiest gal in all of Hell.”

Your cheeks burned as his hips pressed harder against you, his growing arousal evident through his pants. You couldn’t help the flush that crept up your neck, biting your lips as your mind raced. “Right here, Vox?” you talked quietly, your voice shaking with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “We...you had me this morning...”

Lucifer, who had been watching with wide eyes, let out a scandalized wheeze. “This morning?!” His face twisted in disbelief before he strode toward you, his hand gentle as it rested on your arm. His expression softened, and that familiar warmth returned to his smile. “Sweetie,” he said softly, “you clearly need to be with me.” His voice dropped to a tender whisper. “I’ll be gentle with you...or rough, however way you like it.”

You felt your heart stutter at the sincerity of his words, the promise of care in every syllable.

Then, from behind you, Alastor chimed in, his voice as smooth as ever. “It’s obvious what needs to happen here.”

“Agreed,” Vox cut in unexpectedly, making both Lucifer and Alastor raise a brow in shock. Vox never agreed with Alastor on anything.

Vox’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Whoever gives her the best...dick will have her. Forever.”

Heat flooded your face, your mind struggling to catch up with the sudden declaration. “What?” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. Your heart raced as you tried to process everything, the weight of their gazes pressing on you from all sides. Each of the men offered something different – a thrill, a comfort, a wild tenderness.

You couldn’t deny the way Vox’s daring passion stirred your blood, the way Lucifer’s gentle touch filled you with warmth, or the intoxicating allure of Alastor’s possessive desire. But now, it seemed, the choice wasn’t yours to make...or was it?

Alastor’s scoff cut through the air, his ears flattening in irritation as he threw an incredulous look at Vox. “Eugh, must you always bring your coc-”

“That’s a great idea!” Lucifer interjected, his voice smooth and commanding, cutting off Alastor’s complaint. With a snap of his fingers, a luxurious bed materialized in the middle of the room, its satin sheets shimmering under the low light. Without hesitation, he took your hand, his touch warm and inviting as he gently led you to the bed. You barely had a moment to process before he ushered you to sit, a devilish smile playing on his lips.

“Ahem,” Lucifer straightened, brushing off his coat with an air of grandeur before climbing onto the bed, his movements deliberate, as though savouring the moment. He knelt beside you, his forehead pressing gently against yours. His closeness, the weight of his gaze, warmed your soul.

“I’m not sure if this would be a good-” you began, but Lucifer hushed you with a soft, chaste kiss. His lips were warm and inviting, and for a moment, the world around you faded with nothingness.

“Sweetie, you’re thinking too hard,” he whispered, his voice like silk against your skin, his forked tongue slipping out to tease your bottom lip as he grinned. “Let me make you feel good.” His words sent a shiver of delight through you, and as he eased you back onto the bed, your body melted beneath his. His hands were gentle, gliding along the curve of your body, his touch like a whisper on your skin.

His fingers brushed along the outer edge of your thigh, sending sparks of anticipation through you before he hooked his fingers into your panties, slowly dragging them down with deliberate precision. The cool air met your heated skin, and your breath hitched as you realized the intensity of the moment.

Your mind spun – thoughts about what this meant, about whether loving all three of them made you fickle or loose – but as Lucifer’s lips captured yours again, those thoughts dissolved, leaving only the warmth of his body against yours and the way his touch set you ablaze. His kiss deepened, his tongue sliding sensually against yours, and you surrendered to the moment. You were his focus, his pleasure becoming your own.

His fingers teased at your entrances, grazing your slick folds in a way that made your breath hitch and your body tremble. The heat between you two intensified, your heart racing as he dipped just the tip of his finger inside, teasing you with a promise of more.

“Luci,” you gasped, grinding against his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction.

A sudden dip in the bed beside you made you glance over, and your breath caught in your throat. Vox sat next to you, his cock already in hand, stroking himself lazily as he watched you with a grin. His eyes flickered between you and Lucifer, amusement dancing in his gaze. “What?” Vox purred, his tone light but filled with hunger. “I’m not interrupting, I’m just enjoying the show.”

Lucifer’s brow furrowed; his annoyance clear as he glared at Vox. With a snap of his fingers, your clothes vanished instantly, along with his. The sudden sensation of his bare skin against yours made your pulse quicken, the heat of his body pressing into you. His cock, hard and insistent, slid against your folds, teasing you, the head brushing against your most sensitive spot.

For a moment, Lucifer’s irritation with Vox faded, his attention solely on you. His smile softened, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek with a tenderness that your heart skip a beat. “I love you, my sweetest sugar,” he whispered, his voice drenched with affection as he positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing at your entrance.

You gasped as he began to push inside, his thick length stretching you inch by inch. The slow, purposeful way he entered you sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your muscles quivering as he filled you completely. His eyes remained locked on yours, his pale face flushing with the heat of the moment as he began to roll his hips, thrusting into your wet, eager hole.

Each movement was slow, savouring the feel of your wrapped tightly around him, the way your body responded to his. The pleasure built with every thrust, your back arching beneath him as he whispered your name like a reverent prayer. His lips pressed against your neck, his breath hot and ragged as he continued his steady, maddening pace. His hips perfectly grinded deeper with every tantalizing roll.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed, his voice strained as his desire for you became more overwhelming, his thrusts growing more intense, driving you higher and higher.

Just as you were lost in the rhythm of his body moving against yours, you felt a familiar presence at your side. Vox leaned in, his hand sliding possessively down your neck, his cock still hard and aching as he watched the way you reacted to Lucifer. “Don’t forget about me, doll,” Vox murmured, his voice low and teasing as his fingers pressed against your cheeks to turn your face towards him.

Lucifer growled, but his pace never faltered. You were caught between them – between the softness of Lucifer’s touch and the raw, unapologetic desire in Vox’s eyes – each man determined to claim you in his own way.

Vox’s sharp claws gripped your chin, and before you could register the moment, the familiar blue tip of his cock pressed against your lips. “Come on, doll,” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire, “show me how much you love me.” Slowly, he pushed the hot, throbbing head of his cock between your parted lips, filling your mouth inch by inch until you had fully accommodated him.

A soft hum of satisfaction rumbled from him as the musky, salty taste filled your senses, your lips sealed tightly around his girth. The wet slurping sounds of you sucking him mingled with the low moans escaping your throat, the vibrating making Vox grunt in approval.

Meanwhile, Lucifer continued thrusting into your drenched pussy, his cock gliding effortlessly through your slick folds, driving deeper with every roll of his hips.

“A-are you serious?” Lucifer moaned, his voice strained with pleasure as your walls fluttered around him, tightening and gripping his cock like a vice. “Ugh, I said – hah –” he struggled to speak, his rhythm faltering as you clenched him tightly once more. “It was my turn first,” he groaned, clearly losing the battle for control over his own arousal.

“Your highness,” Vox taunted, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he addressed Lucifer, “we’ve done this before, and we both know you enjoy it every time.” His grin widened, predatory and teasing, as he pressed his balls to your face, forcing you to take him deeper. His cock throbbed against your tongue, and the heady sensation of him filling your mouth, paired with Lucifer’s relentless thrusts, sent your mind spiralling into a haze of pleasure.

Despite his grumbling, you could sense Lucifer was getting even more excited from the sight of you with Vox’s cock between your lips. His thrusts became more erratic, his hips losing their usual smooth rhythm as he fixated on your stretched lips, the way they worked over Vox’s length, slick with saliva. The wet, obscene sounds of your mouth sucking and slurping on Vox echoed through the room, blending with the slap of skin as Lucifer pounded your pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” Lucifer whispered under his breath, his hips snapping forward with increasing intensity, the wet sound of skin on skin growing louder, more frantic.

As if in sync, Vox began to increase his pace, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth with brutal force, the lewd gagging sounds and the smothering wetness of your saliva coating him only driving him on. Your throat strained to accommodate him as you desperately tried to keep up with both men, your body trembling with overstimulation.

And then, a hand wrapped around your wrist, guiding it to another heat. Alastor. You felt the molten hardness of his cock as he pressed it into your palm, hot and throbbing beneath your fingers.

“Oh, come on,” Lucifer panted, his breath ragged as he continued to fuck you mercilessly, his voice laced with amusement and desire. Your moans of pleasure, muffled by Vox’s cock filling your mouth, spilled out in whimpers.

“Al, you’re joining too?” Vox’s voice held a teasing edge, but you could feel his cock growing harder, pulsing against your tongue as if responding to the competition. His tip discharged tiny currents of electricity, sending tingles of pleasure running down your spine, crackling through your body and sizzling deep in your core.

Alastor’s warm hand guided yours, curling your fingers around his cock, encouraging you to stroke him. You felt the soft slide of his foreskin moving beneath your touch, slick with pre-cum. “Shut up,” Alastor moaned softly, his voice breaking with need as he rocked his hips in time with the motion of your hand. “Hah, darling,” he breathed, his tone soft but filled with hunger.

It was too much – too overwhelming. Lucifer’s cock pushed relentlessly against your cervix with every powerful thrust, the intensity of his movements making your body quake. Vox showed no mercy, his cock taking up every inch of your mouth, the sensation of his thick, electric heat leaving you breathless. And now Alastor, his silken shaft throbbing in your grip, the slick feel of him adding another layer of intoxicating pleasure.

The room filled with the sound of your shared ecstasy, the wet slap of skin against skin mingling with your muffled whimpers and the slick, messy sounds of Vox’s cock thrusting into your mouth. When Lucifer canted his hips just right, hitting the sweet, spongy spot deep within you, your back arched, and your body convulsed with pleasure. You screamed in pleasure, the sound garbled around Vox’s cock as it rubbed against your tongue, filling your throat with every thrust.

“Oh, doll,” Vox groaned, his voice a low rumbling purr. I love the way you scream.” His words sent a shiver of pleasure through you, and you knew you were completely at their mercy.

Lucifer moaned, his hips grinding rhythmically as his pubic bone rubbed against your swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your trembling body. “Oh, sweetie, you’re close, aren’t you?” His voice was husky, strained, as he continued to pound into you, the wet sounds of his thrusts echoing with each deep stroke. You were so close, the mounting pressure inside building to a fever pitch, every nerve alights as his words seemed to pulse through you.

Your fingers instinctively squeezed around Alastor’s hardened cock, feeling the thick, pulsing heat in your palm. He let out a sharp, appreciative hiss, his eyes narrowing in lust as you stroked him, the veins along his shaft pulsing with your touch.

Lucifer quickened his pace, his breath ragged as his cock pistoned into you. One, two, three more strokes, and your body jolted, a wave of white-hot pleasure crashing over you. Your legs fell apart wider, trembling as they struggled to accommodate Lucifer’s deep, powerful thrusts. The orgasm ripped through you, and you cried out, your walls fluttering and clenching around him, pulling him in deeper as if trying to milk every last ounce of pleasure from him.

Your cries were all it took. Lucifer groaned deeply, the sound guttural and primal as he bucked against you, his cock throbbing violently before he spilled his seed inside you. You could feel the hot rush of it, coating your walls as he gave one final, shaky thrust, his body trembling with the aftershocks. Slowly, he began to soften inside you, his pace slowing to a languid rhythm as you both came down from the high.

But there was no rest, no reprieve. While Lucifer sagged against you, huffing with satisfaction, Vox and Alastor were far from finished. They hadn’t let up, still chasing the peak of their own desire. As Lucifer pulled away, a rush of his seed spilled out of you, dripping hot and slick down your folds. You shuddered at the sensation, but your mind was already consumed by the aching need of the two still-hard cocks that hovered, waiting for your attention.

Before you could fully catch your breath, strong arms lifted you. In a dizzying moment, your body was repositioned, straddling Vox’s lap, your sweat-drenched back pressing flush against his solid chest. The heat from his body radiated into yours, mingling with the sticky sheen of exertion that clung to your skin. His cock, still slick with your saliva, nudged against your ass, sending a pulse of arousal shooting through your nerves.

“I don’t mind sharing for the second round,” Vox purred. His lips brushing the shell of your ear. His voice was dark and teasing, dripping with lust. “And I don’t think my doll minds either.” He groaned as he pressed forward, his cock sliding smoothly into your ass, inch by inch, stretching you open.

You gasped, your body trembling as he filled you. “Ah!” The cry escaped your lips as his thick length pushed deeper, nudging against the oversensitive walls of your body. Each slow thrust sent Lucifer’s seed spilling from your cunt, dripping down in messy, slick rivulets. Your breath came in ragged pants as Vox continued to sink into you, his cock stretching you inch by agonizing inch until he was seated fully inside you, his hips flush against yours.

“That’s right, doll. Show them how well you take me,” Vox murmured in your ear, his voice rough with desire. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he spread you wider, your dripping cunt on full display for the others. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as the overwhelming fullness sent shudders through your body, but it was the pleasure that clouded your mind, the pleasure that made your head spin.

“Tell them,” Vox growled, his lips brushing against your ear, “beg them for their cock. Be my good little doll.” His hips thrust upward sharply, driving himself even deeper, and you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you.

Your eyes bleary with tears, your mind a haze of raw need and pleasure as you looked at Lucifer, who was already starting to harden again, and Alastor, whose cock bobbed eagerly, the tip angry and flushed with desire. “P-please,” you whimpered, your voice shaky, “f-fill me up.”

Vox’s grin widened behind you, the words he’d taught you slipping so easily from your lips now, shameless and dripping with lust. All thoughts of modesty had long since melted away, replaced by the overwhelming need to be filled, to be used.

Lucifer made a move toward you, but Alastor was faster, stepping forward with a growl. “You already had your turn with her,” Alastor snapped, his hands trembling as his eyes fixed on your wet, open cunt before meeting yours. His gaze burned into you, hungry and possessive. “Say that you want me,” Alastor demanded, his cock nudging insistently against your soaked entrance. “Say it,” he growled, teasing you with just the fat, bulbous tip.

Mewling, you felt your ass clench around Vox’s cock as your cunt fluttered, the slick, sticky remnants of Lucifer’s cum dripping out more. “I want you,” you whimpered, voice breathless with need. “Please.”

The moment the words left your lips, Alastor surged forward, plunging into you with a single, powerful stroke. The lubrication from Lucifer’s seed made it effortless, his cock gliding inside until he was buried to the hilt, stretching you impossibly full.

“AHHHHH!” you cried out, the sensation of two cocks filing you sending a jolt of ecstasy through your body. Both men throbbed inside you, pulsing with need as your body struggled to accommodate the overwhelming fullness.

“Ah, fuck, Al, you’re pushing me out,” Vox grunted, his voice tight as he slammed his cock deep inside your ass, struggling to keep his place inside you.

Alastor’s grin only tightened, his eyes dark and lustful as his breath quickened. His cock throbbed inside you, your body squeezing him just as tightly. But Alastor growled low in his throat, pulling his hips back before slamming forward again, the force of it knocking the breath from your lungs as pleasure overwhelmed you, drowning out everything else.

You felt Vox’s claws dig into your soft thighs, the sharp sting of them only heightening the dizzying pleasure coursing through you. It was as if they had started competing, pushing each other to go harder, faster, their thrusts becoming relentless. The pace quickened, their cocks driving into you with desperate intensity, each seeking to outdo the other. Your voice came out in short, breathless gasps, your body trembling as your fingers dug into Alastor’s shoulders, clinging to him as pleasure tore through you in waves.

Behind Alastor, your hazy vision locked onto Lucifer, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he stroked himself with maddening speed. Clear pre-cum leaked from his tip, dripping onto the floor as he moaned, his gaze fixed on the sinful scene unfolding before him. The sight of him, so desperate, only fuelled the fire burning inside you, pushing you closer to the edge.

Words failed you, thoughts vanished, and all that remained was the mind-shattering pleasure that continued to build and build. Every nerve in your body was on fire, the coil in your core tightening once more, ready to snap again even though you thought you already spent it. But then, a sharp electric shock buzzed through your ass, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. You cried out, your head falling back as both you and Alastor moaned in unison, his cock still plunging into you mercilessly, even as his head tilted back in bliss.

“You like that?” Vox huffed behind you, his voice strained with effort as he sent another shock through you, this time arcing into Alastor as well. The jolt made your muscles clench involuntarily around them both. Alastor’s eyes flickered from black slits to radio dials as he glared at Vox, his expression a mix of anger and lust. You could tell there was more history between them than they were letting on.

“Fuck, are you gonna come for me again?” Vox growled, his voice vibrating against your back.

“Sweetie,” Lucifer whimpered, his voice trembling as he stood beside you. His cock was fully hard again, untouched, pulsing in the air as he stared down at you, desperation etched into every line of his face. “Please,” he moaned, his voice hoarse with need. He gripped his cock, pumping himself faster, his tip dripping with arousal, barely grazing your lips as he thrust his hips forward. “I need to feel you.”

But before you could even open your mouth, Alastor’s hips ground against your sensitive clit, his cock hitting deep inside you, while the relentless shocks from Vox pulsed through your core.

It was too much. The pleasure was unbearable, snapping your fragile control. The orgasm that tore through you was unlike anything you had ever felt – sharp, electrifying, and unstoppable.

Your body shook, muscles clenching and spasming as Vox kept thrusting, sending even more waves of electric stimulation through your nerves. It was like a persistent assault, the sharp tingling vibration zeroing in on your clit, making you cry out uncontrollably.

Your head fell back, mouth open wide as you screamed, the sound hoarse and raw as Alastor’s cock pushed hard against your sweet spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Unexpectedly, your release came in a shameful, uncontrollable gush, spraying out of you, drenching Alastor’s chest and thighs in a hot, wet flood.

“Oh, fuck,” Vox and Lucifer moaned simultaneously, their voice thick with lust, but it was Alastor whose breath hitched, his body going still for a moment before he picked up his pace again, the slick sounds of his cock driving into your soaked folds echoing in the room.

He didn’t even give you time to come down from your high, his pace ruthless as he continued pounding into you, sending your body into overdrive.

Without warning, Lucifer’s hands grabbed your head, forcing your mouth open as he shoved his thick cock past your lips. His head fell back, a deep growl escaping him as you tasted the remnants of his earlier release, mixed with your own fluids. The only sounds you could make were the desperate, whimpering noises of a woman broken by pleasure, no coherent thoughts left as your body was taken over and over again, each wave of sensation crashing into the next.

Alastor’s head bowed, his breath coming in quick, ragged gasps as you felt his cock twitching inside you, the telltale sign that he was close. Vox’s hips stuttered behind you, his thrusts faltering as his own climax loomed closer. Your body was slick with sweat and cum, drenched in the aftermath of your own release, as Lucifer frantically thrust into your mouth, his cock pulsing as he chased his own pleasure.

“One more, Al,” Vox grunted, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, a massive wave of electric current surged through you, every nerve in your body lighting up like fire. The shock coursed through Alastor too, making his mouth fall open, stitches stretching as his eyes flashed to radio dials then back to his black pupils dilating in a mix of agony and ecstasy.

Lucifer’s body jerked, his hips bucking wildly as the shock ran down his cock, his growl turning into a desperate, feral cry. “Fuck!” he yelped, his head falling back as he gave into the overwhelming pleasure that rippled through all three of you, the room filled with the sounds of frenzied moans and pounding hearts.

Alastor’s deep moan reverberated through the room as your body convulsed with another powerful orgasm. Your clit throbbing between waves of pleasure that were almost too much to bear. The sensitivity made it feel like your nerve endings were on fire, teetering between pain and numbness, yet you craved more. The hot gush of Alastor’s release filled you, his cock twitching as his pumped deep into you, while Vox’s own load followed.

The sensation of both of them emptying inside you made you feel full all at once. You could feel the hot liquid pooling within, their cocks pulsing in sync with your fluttering walls, your body still desperate, still greedy for every last drop they could give.

Your own arousal, slick and plentiful, mixed with their seed, spilling from your overworked pussy. Each clench of your muscles sent a fresh wave of their cum sliding out, the heat of it a constant reminder of how thoroughly they had claimed you.

Lucifer wasn’t far behind, his gruff moan signalling his climax as his bitter, salty release flooded your mouth. You struggled to swallow it all, the thick liquid coating your throat, some slipping past your lips to dribble down your chin and neck, mingling with your sweat and saliva. His hand gripped the back of your head, pulling you closer as he sought to empty himself fully, the taste lingering long after he withdrew.

As the three men pulled away from you, their weight lifting, you were left trembling on your side, your body a ruin of pleasure and exhaustion. Every hole felt full, their hot cum slowly trickling out of you, a reminder of how thoroughly you had been taken. Your legs were heavy, your mind fogged with lust, yet despite it all, you could feel the stirrings of another ache, another need building deep inside you.

Vox, ever insatiable, was the first to move again. His large hands easily scooped you up, handling your limp form like a rag doll, his breath hot against your sweat-slicked skin as he murmured, “Come on, doll. Show me my favourite pose.” His voice was thick with desire, but there was a possessiveness in his tone that made your heart race.

You glanced at the men, each of them watching you with their glowing red eyes, their expressions feral, animalistic, and ready to devour you all over again. Their cocks were still slick with semen, yet they stood at attention, already hard and dripping, hungry for more. Whatever argument had existed between them before was long forgotten, replaced with a singular focus – to ravish you until there was nothing left but the trembling mess of your body beneath them.

The pose Vox requested was humiliating, but he loved it. He always did. Despite having shared you with Lucifer and Alastor, Vox revelled in seeing you utterly exposed, your body open and ready for whatever came next.

Swallowing your embarrassment, you slowly shifted onto your back, your legs lifting into the air, spreading wide as you obeyed his unspoken command. Your fingers found your slick entrance, and with a breathy moan, you stretched yourself open, displaying yours throbbing, pulsing core for them.

You could feel the warm, sticky mess of their cum inside you, the mingling of all the releases threatening to spill out with every twitch of your muscles. Your cunt and asshole, sore and overstimulated, were nothing but a sticky, white-coated mess, glistening in the dim light.

“Please...” your voice cracked, desperate and needy. “Please, give me more.”

The words tumbled from your lips, your face flushed with the heat of arousal, tears streaking down your cheeks, your body trembling under the weight of their gaze. Cum dripped from your mouth and chin, your voice thick with lust as you stretched your cunt wider, begging for them to fill you again. Your mind swirled with the knowledge that tonight would not be the last time you would have to entertain all of them at once.

Now that they had tasted you, they would want more – and you knew you would give it to them.

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