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rainbowangel110 · 10 months ago
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Just got to the part where Peridot finds out what rain is.
She's... kind of adorable.
@candyskiez tagging you lemme know if you want out of me tagging you in these posts though
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dumbbitchgalore · 4 months ago
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Pheromone perfume with Old Man!Price 💖
Price wasn’t new to your collection of perfumes. Depending on the day and mood that you were in, your perfume reflected that. From Maison Margiela’s Replica to Baccarat Rouge, each perfume you had reflected a part of your personality.
Of course John also liked it when your scent wafted through the air as your smell was ingrained to various parts of the house; your pillow, sofa and clothes to name a few. And on those lonely nights when you’re away with your girlfriends, John can’t help but bury his face on your a shirt that you wore previously and unwashed to sniff your scent while he lazily pumped his senile cock.
After seeing an ad on your phone for pheromone perfume, you decided to give it a try. Eagerly opening your package as you held the small vial in your hands, observing the liquid contents of the roll on. It had a slight a slight golden colour to it and had an faint smell of musk as she rolled the perfume onto her wrists, neck and behind her ears.
You wait patiently in the living room waiting for John to come home from the grocery store. To be honest, you were not particularly hoping for anything to happen as in your mind it was a gimmick but John proved you wrong.
He comes home and places the bags on the kitchen island before walking up to you and sweetly kissing your forehead as a greeting. Smiling softly at you, he places another kiss on your cheek before pressing a few kisses down your neck, stopping at the crook of your neck to inhale the pheromone perfume kissing that specific spot over and over again until it left a light mark.
Humming softly he buries his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around your shoulder.
"New perfume, Petal?" He mummers softly, a hint of desperation laced in his tone.
"How'd you know?" You ask him, skeptical of the perfume's effects on him.
John groans softly inhaling deeply as he softly bites you skin.
"You smell good, hun."
You chuckle at his comment, perhaps your money did not go to waste. The feeling of John's warm wet tongue gliding over the side of your neck causes you to shiver at the sensation.
John grabs your hand ushering you to your shared bedroom where he lays you down gently, slowly peeling away the layers of your clothing until you're bare, cunt dripping onto the bedsheets.
Taking off his shirt and discarding his pants, he hovers over your body. Hairy, musky and pudgy in all the right places. He kisses your lips hungrily, urging you to stick your tongue out as he bobs his head up and down sucking on it eagerly.
John leaves a trail of kisses down your body until he reaches your soping cunt, dripping all over the bedsheets. He chuckles and places a kiss on your clit.
"My, my. She looks cute, doesn't she?" He grins with excitement, lazily dragging his fingers up and down your wet pussy.
All you're able to say in reply is a whimper of desperation which causes John to chuckle. He lays down next to you exhaling deeply.
"Sit on my face, Birdie." He commands.
You can sense the authorit exuding from his tone so you decide to comply, hesitantly crawling up to his face as you hover over his face, scared to hurt him with your weight.
John senses your hesitantly and scoffs disappointedly. Grabbing your hips he pulls you down onto his face, putting your full weight on him causing you to yelp in surprise.
"I said sit, not hover." He lets out a muffled growl.
Before you can protest at his words, John begins to hungrily lap at your pussy, his spit and your slick mixing together. All pervious arguments that you wanted to utter being forgotten as you moan softly, gripping his short hair tightly as you involuntarily begin to rock softly againt his face, the tip of his nose occassionally nudging against your clit.
Groaning into your cunt, his grip on your hips brutally tighten as he tries to quench his thirst by drinking up your sweet juices. Your moans become feverent at the continual assult on your clit. The fiction causing ectasy to build up in the pit of your stomach. With a the combination of your hips rocking and his tongue eating you up religiously, your body spasms, legs quivering as you double over as you tug on his hair. A squeal erupts from your voice box and your rocking comes to an eventual end while John lazily swirls his tongue over your pussy.
Panting softly, you shakily get off his face laying down next to him. John looks at you a toothy grin apparent as his beard glistens with your slick. You huff with slight embarrassement as you try to wipe his beard with your forearm.
"You liked the perfume that much, huh?" You question him as John chuckles lowly.
"Setting me up for failure, kiddo?" He chides playfully.
"Quite possibly." You mumble, nuzzling into the side of his neck.
John chuckles, playfully patting your arse.
"Don't fall asleep on me now, Slag. You need to finish what you started."
(God, I love Price's nose)
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cloudzoro · 3 months ago
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Too Much | One Piece ♡
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big men with big cocks. size kink go brrrrr
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genre: smut (minors dni)
characters: crocodile, kaidou, zoro
cw: fem!reader, unprotected sex, size kink, pussy slapping, toys/size training, a lot of cum
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Crocodile
Crocodile has a smug grin plastered on his face as he watches your pussy struggle to take him. He takes it slow with you, deep voice soothing you and distracting you from the stretch.
“I'm almost in, My Love. You're taking me so well” His hand has an almost bruising grip on your hips as he holds you still for him.
His size had always been something you were both wary of when it came to sex. He was going to deny you at first, not wanting to hurt you, but then you walked in begging for it and he couldn't say no to your pretty face. He has you writhing and crying on his cock, and it's taking everything in him not to snap and fuck you like crazy. Your nails scratch at his huge arms as he finally pushes himself inside you to the base.
He's surprisingly patient with you, letting you adjust to his size. He braces his elbow on the mattress and leans down to kiss you. When you start whining for more, he starts to move his hips, groaning at the way your walls grip his cock. Every heavy thrust of his hips drives toward an orgasm, and you cum faster than any partner has ever made you cum before. Crocodile buried his head in the crook of your neck as your orgasm triggers his own. He fills you up as he growls in your ear about how good you feel.
“See? this pussy was made for me.”
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Kaido
Kaido laughs as tears start to pool in your eyes. You're on his lap, legs spread, and he's been fingering you to stretch you out. He's taking his time to play with your soaked cunt. His fingers are so big you can barely take two of them, and he's enamoured by the way you're still begging for his cock.
“Silly girl. You can barely take my fingers. How are you going to handle my cock?” he asks, curling his fingers inside you. You're approaching your orgasm quickly, almost tipped over the edge when Kaido feels your pussy clench around his fingers and pulls them out. You whine at the loss. Kaido slaps your swollen clit, making your body jolt and arch away from him.
He turns you around so you're straddling him. He tilts your head up to look him in the eyes.
“If you want my cock, you gotta do it yourself,” He says, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. You line up his cock with your hole and slowly start to sink down on it. Kaido gets impatient pretty quickly; He grips your hips and holds you in place as he slams his hips up into you. “I fucking told you,” he growls.
His words are aggressive, but the grip he has on you is protective. You feel so unbelievably full. You cum embarrassingly quick, and Kaido fucks you through it chasing his own orgasm. You can't focus on anything except the way his huge cock stretches you out, clawing at his arms as the sensation overwhelms you. When he finally cums, he does it with a growl that would terrify anyone else.
“Thank you”, he growls, giving you a moment of vulnerability before watching you redress and sending you off to bed.
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Zoro
“I've cum twice, Zoro. I'm already wet enough,” you insist as Zoro holds a sizable toy pressed inside of you to the hilt. You had tried to take his cock, but he's simply too big, so he's resorted to size training with toys. He's equally frustrated, but he doesn't want to hurt you. You're begging him for his cock, and his patience is running thin.
“You sure you're ready for me?” he asked. He scoffed at your frantic nod. He pulls the slick toy out of your cunt and places it on your body, showing you how deep the toy has just been. He lines up his own, much larger, cock next to it. “this how much bigger I am than this stupid toy,” he says, challenging you.
“I can take it”, you insist, pulling him down for a kiss. He pulls away, grabbing the lube sitting on the bed sheets and coating his cock on it. He's calm on the outside, but inside, he's ecstatic to have your consent.
He pushes the head of his cock inside of you, pressing kisses to your face. The stretch stings at first, but then the feeling dissipates into pleasure. You dig your nails into his back as his huge dick carves its path inside of you. Zoro chuckles loudly, stilling inside of you.
“I'll make it fit, baby. I promise.”
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munsonsmixtapes · 5 months ago
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Slugger
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Evan "Buck" Buckley x shy!probie!fem!reader
summary: you're the newest member of the 118 and Buck will stop at nothing to tease you as a form of flirting and you believe that he doesn't like you, but Eddie is going to do whatever he can to set the two of you up.
word count: 4k
cw: miscommunication, hurt/comfort, jealousy, reader gets hit on by a creep and it’s a little unsettling
part two part three part four part five
As soon as you stepped foot into the fire house, you were convinced that you were home. You couldn't explain it, but it was a lot more cozy than you would have thought. When you looked up and saw the rest of the crew eating a meal together like a family, you knew you were in the right place. You hadn't heard of departments doing that and knowing that they were like family to each other was refreshing.
You adjusted your bag on your shoulder and slowly made your way up the steps on the hunt for Captain Nash who you knew you needed to report to. And you were nervous to say the least. You always had a bit of anxiety lingering, but especially when it came to a new situation with a new place and people. This was all three and you were honestly just applauding yourself for even getting at far as you did.
As soon as you got to the top step, every single head turned to look at you. You felt your anxiety reach its peak as you realized that you were the center of attention and suddenly felt the urge to throw up. You noticed that everyone had even stopped eating in favor of getting a look at you and it took everything in you to not run down the steps and never come back.
"Hello," the man at the head of the table greeted as he waved you over. "And who might you be?" Your name suddenly floated out of your brain as the man waited for you to answer.
You told him your name once you finally remembered it and the man smiled, waving you over to the table.
"You're just in time for dinner. Take a seat." There was a seat at the end and you reluctantly set your bag in the floor before taking a seat.
"Welcome to the 118," the man next to you spoke. You turned to him and couldn't help but notice how pretty his brown eyes were.
"Thank you," you nodded as the man sitting across from you handed you a bowl that was full of spaghetti. You took it from him and couldn't help but noticed that he was eyeing you suspiciously. Maybe he was thinking that you were a fraud just like you were. He was definitely onto you.
"You're welcome. I'm Eddie," the man put his hand out for you to shake with a bright smile and you completely abandoned the bowl that was being held out to you. You shook Eddie's hand and you couldn't help but notice that it was soft but rough.
"Y/n," you replied softly even though he definitely already knew that since you had just said it. Eddie took the bowl from Buck and served you some of the pasta and the salad along with some garlic bread.
"So, it looks like we've got a new probie," the man across from you spoke. "We haven't had one of those since Ravi."
"Probie?" You had never heard that term before and by the way everyone was looking at you, you assumed that you should have known what it meant.
"Probational firefighter," Eddie replied, leaning closer to you before leaning back up before continuing to eat his meal. You just nodded and began to eat, the man across from you eyeing you for longer than you would have liked.
Buck gave you small smile then went back to his spaghetti and everyone engaged in conversation while you sat there silently, just content to be there.
Just as you were getting comfortable, the siren went off and everyone but you got up from their chairs, making a dash for the engine.
“You coming, probie?” Buck asked as he stopped at the top of the stairs. You got up and followed him, rushing to the engine where the only available spot was in between him and Eddie.
Eddie handed you a headset and you put it on, turning to him just in time to see his warm smile and you mimicked it, feeling grateful to have someone who was nice to you. You could feel Buck nudge you and you turned to your left to see what he wanted.
“I’m Buck, by the way,” he smiled and you thought he was cute, especially his little birth mark right by his eye. “And that’s Hen,” he pointed to the Black woman across from him. “And Chimney.” The Asian man next to Hen gave you a wave and Buck didn’t miss the confused look on your face. “Don’t ask,” he laughed. “And then that’s Ravi,” he pointed to the Indian next to the left of Chimney.
“It’s really nice to meet you,” Hen smiled. “I’m looking forward to having another woman in the department if it works out.” You wouldn’t have expected everyone to be so nice on a job like fire fighting and it warmed your heart that they were so welcoming.
“Same to you,” you replied and you began to pick at the skin around your finger nails, trying your hardest to not hum to yourself, something you often did when you were nervous or anxious.
The ride to the call seemed much shorter than it was as you listened to everyone exchange conversation. People usually called you out for being quiet, but you didn’t ever feel the need to speak unless you were spoken to or had something of value to say.
And the 118 seemed to respect that. No one commented on it and you found that odd. At least one person usually had something to say, but they all just talked amongst themselves and would occasionally involve you so you wouldn’t feel left out.
They were a family and that much was obvious, but even on your first day, they were so inclusive, trying their hardest to make you feel like one of them.
Once the engine pulled up to the scene, all of you got out and hurried to the fire that was taking over the house in front of you. You watched Buck, Eddie, and Ravi race inside while Hen and Chimney checked on everyone who was already out of the house. The fire was huge, consuming the house with it's bright orange hue and you desperately wished you could have followed the others into the house.
Your job was to get the others supplies when requested and to assist where help was needed. You really wished that you could have been in the action like everyone else, but you knew that it was just the way it was when you first started out on the job. You were still new and needed to prove yourself before you could really showcase how good you really were.
Ravi came running out with a cat in his arms that somehow seemed unharmed and passed it off to the little girl who had been crying for it. You hoped to be able to do that soon. That was the whole reason why you had even wanted to become a firefighter; to help people. But for the time being, you were going to go above and beyond by doing anything that was asked of you. That was all you really could do until your probation was up.
"Probie, hose!" Buck called out as he rushed out of the house and you quickly hurried to the engine and grabbed the hose before racing over to him. He had everyone clear back then turned on the hose, moving it back and forth to diffuse the fire.
The fire slowly died down and Buck handed the hose back to you which you put away and once everyone was taken care of, you all piled into the engine, you finding yourself between Buck and Eddie again.
Eddie clapped you on the shoulder with a smile that matched everyone else's. They applauded you for you first call and you were beginning to think that maybe you were going to really like it there.
"You actually did a good job, probie," Buck told you and you weren’t sure if that was an insult or an compliment. The word "actually" led you to believe to that he didn't think you were up to the job and that offended you a little. That because you were on probation didn't mean you were cut out to work with him. You had gone through all the training and schooling that he had, so why was he giving you such a hard time?
"Don't mind Buck," Eddie was the one to nudge you this time. "He just likes to tease. Ease up, alright?" He leaned over to look at his friend. "It's her first day." Eddie didn't know why, but he felt the need to protect you.
“I’m just teasing,” Buck replied. “She can take it,” he nudged you. Could you, though?
The rest of the shift was nothing but tiring as you responded to multiple calls and by the end of it, you were beginning to feel super sore even though you hadn’t done nearly as much as the others. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but that was what you liked about it. You felt like you always needed to be challenged and maybe this was finally going to be the job for you.
It had been a week since you started working with the 118 crew and you really did feel like you were fitting in with everyone. Well, everyone except Buck. He was especially hard on you and you weren’t sure why since all the others seemed to think you were doing a pretty good job. He’d tell you that the dishes weren’t washed the right way or that you missed a spot when wiping down the engine. The rest of the crew told him to knock it off, but he wouldn’t let up.
Buck wasn’t doing it because he didn’t think you were good enough, he just felt like you needed a little push. You were working hard, but he felt like you needed to work harder. He was just trying to make you into the best firefighter that you could be, and yeah, maybe sometimes he was being a bit too harsh, but really, all he was trying to do was help.
But that wasn’t the way you saw it. At that point, you were just convinced that he didn’t like you. He just wasn’t as nice as the other’s in the crew and he certainly wasn’t going to tell you what his intentions were. You’d never admit it, but he was starting to frustrate you. Bobby was the one in charge and here Buck was trying to tell you what to do. It was infuriating.
You weren’t going to tell him that, though. When you were angry with people, you tended to just ignore them and pretend that they weren’t there. You weren’t a fan of confrontation so that was the only way to let people know that you were upset. And you felt like it really sent the message in a more subtle way.
Buck didn’t seem to take your silence as anger, though. He just continued on with his teasing and pointing out your wrongs like nothing had changed. Maybe you should have taken a different approach, but what was done was done.
The only thing that seemed to make it worse was the fact that you and Buck turned out to live in the same apartment building. You saw him one night when you were getting off He awkwardly made small talk with you but you just acted as if he wasn’t there, completely ignoring him until the elevator got to your floor. Maybe it was more rude that you were willing to admit, but you had a point to prove.
Every time Buck saw you in the elevator, though, he still tried to act as if the two of you were actually friends. He would try and make jokes with you and when he was feeling a bit more confident, he would even get a little flirty, loving the way you would get all flustered and lower your head so he couldn’t see the adorable look on your face.
Then came the night at the bar. The 118 insisted on taking you out to celebrate your first week and everyone discovered that you were a completely different person when you drank. You were significantly more outgoing to the point where they were convinced that you were someone else. The normal you definitely wouldn’t have danced on the bar.
Buck watched you and Eddie from the other end of the table. He had his arm draped over the back of your chair and he was leaning into you as the two of you whispered and giggled with each other. It made Buck sick, but there was no way in hell that he’d admit that.
“Hey probie,” Buck called from across the table and both you and Eddie’s giggles were cut short, the two of you turning to the man who was trying to get your attention. “You wanna play some pool?”
You nodded enthusiastically and pulled Eddie along even though the invitation wasn’t extended to him. There was no way you were going to be alone with Buck for that long. The three of you headed to the table that was across from the one where you were sitting and Eddie handed you a cue which you gratefully took.
“I don’t know how to play,” you told him. “Can you teach me?”
“Yeah, no problem.” Eddie talked you through the game and you listened and nodded despite knowing exactly how to play. You were just trying to get him to actually help you. You wanted him to stand behind you and help you guide the cue where it was supposed to go.
Buck was the one to break and then the balls were assigned to the three of you. You were pretty good at the game, but you were just trying to get Eddie’s attention, wanting him to help you in any way that he could.
“Can you show me?” You bat your lashes and Buck could see what you were up to, able to see right through all your tricks and he had to admit that you were good.
“Of course,” Eddie nodded and moved to stand behind you. He placed his hands on top of yours and guided you, causing the ball you wanted to hit to be launched into one of the pockets. Buck could feel his blood boiling when you stood on your toes to press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and was very tempted to throw in the towel right there.
Eddie helped you throughout the entire game and Buck was suspiciously quiet as he watched the two of you. He didn’t like the way Eddie would drape his arm over your shoulder and tuck you into his side. He also didn’t like the way he’d lean down to listen to what you had to say because you were so soft spoken.
What was so great about Eddie? Sure, the guy was his best friend, so he could see it, but what did you see in him? What was the thing that set him apart from Buck? Maybe it was because Buck had a history of sleeping around and that none of his relationships lasted very long, but that wasn’t necessarily his fault.
It was down to Buck and Eddie and they were both competing to hit the black eight ball. Buck seemed to be hitting it a bit too hard and Eddie wondered what was causing him to be so competitive. Anytime they played, it was always a friendly game and now he was acting like he wanted Eddie dead. He was going to have to ask him about it later.
It was Buck’s turn to hit the ball and he turned to you to see if you were watching only to see you applying some lip gloss. You dropped it and bent down to pick it up, giving him a great view of your ass. He was so occupied with his staring that he wasn’t paying attention and hit the ball without even looking.
“Ha!” Eddie pointed at him. “You scratched so I win.”
“That’s not fair!” Buck retorted, putting the cue stick away. He really didn’t believe that it was. He was only human and didn’t think it was fair that he only lost because you had distracted him.
“Life’s not fair, Buckley,” Eddie laughed. “Well, I’m gonna head out and get Chris to bed. Y/n, you need a ride home?”
“No thanks. I think I’m gonna hang here a while.”
“You’ll stay with her?” Eddie asked and who was Buck to say no?
“Yeah, sure, probie, I’ll keep you company,” he patted your shoulder and Eddie gave you and Buck hugs before heading out to his truck, leaving the two of you alone. Both Hen and Ravi left a while ago so it was just the two of you and a few others still there.
Maybe you really were drunk since you were willing to spend time with him. You pulled him over to the bar to get another drink and he was hoping that he could get you to see that he really wasn’t all bad. That he was a nice guy and that he was completely willing to show that to you if you would have let him.
There was a man to the far left, nursing a beer and you briefly made eye contact with him, giving him a smile before turning back to Buck. He, for whatever reason, took that as an invitation to come over to you and got a little close for your liking. You moved closer to Buck to show the man that you were with someone, but that didn’t seem to deter him.
“Hey, pretty lady,” he greeted and you could feel bile rising in your throat. You ignored him and felt a little guilty for doing so, but you knew that you weren’t required to be nice to him.
“Hi,” Buck replied, sensing that you were uncomfortable. As a man, he didn’t see why other men preyed on people when they were clearly uncomfortable. Why they never took no for an answer and would try their hardest to take what they wanted, not caring who they hurt in the process.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” the man shot back with a glare. “C’mon, don’t be shy. I won’t bite. Unless you ask,” he winked and you could feel the anger building up inside you. You had been told those words so many times in your life and you were sick and tired of that being a problem for people. Especially men that were trying to hit on you.
“I’m not interested, thank you,” you turned to him and he put on a smile. You also hated that you felt obligated to be polite and felt like someone bad would have happened if you didn’t. What was so wrong with saying no? Why did you feel like you had to spare their feelings when you were the one who was uncomfortable?
“Ah, so she speaks.” You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he got closer and your stomach lurched as you felt like there was no return.
“Can you please leave me alone? You’re making me very uncomfortable.” That only made him step closer and you stepped away, your back colliding with Buck’s chest and he rested his hands on your arms, pulling you into him.
“Oh, is this your boyfriend? I’m into threesomes,” he tried to reach out and grab your hand, but you pulled it away before he could, the bile coming up more quickly now.
“She said to leave her alone,” Buck said. He could see your shaking hands and wondered why your fear wasn’t making the guy let up. He was about to do something drastic until the man spoke up again.
“Why don’t you make me?” Without another word and only having thought about it for a split second, your fist collided with his face, the force causing him to stumble back.
You could see the anger in his eyes as he lifted his head and blood poured from his nose as you shook your hand, hoping that would get rid of the pain, but it didn’t. He clutched his nose then made a beeline for the bathroom to clean himself up, giving you and Buck the perfect chance to call it a night.
Both you and Buck gasped at your actions and you both hurried to pay your tabs before Buck took your hand and pulled you out of the bar to his jeep. All you could think about was how guilty you felt for punching the guy, but you knew that Buck would have just told you that he deserved it.
And maybe he did. He was crossing a boundary and definitely needed to be put in his place. And yeah, maybe a punch wasn’t the best move, but it was the first thing you thought of to do and clearly it had worked.
“Damn, I didn’t peg you for a slugger, probie,” Buck laughed as he opened the passenger door of his jeep for you.
“I’m not. I mean, I know how to, but I never thought I’d have to throw a punch.”
“Well, he deserved it. Are you okay? Can I get you anything? I know that can be scary and I want to make sure you’re good before I take you home.”
“I’m good, Buck. Thank you. For everything.”
“Of course,” he nodded. “Your chariot awaits, ma’am,” he opened the door wider and you got into the seat before he closed it and got in on his side.
You thought he was going to start the vehicle up, but instead, he reached over and opened the glove compartment and pulled out a small first aid kit. He set it on top of the console and pulled out an alcohol pad, some antibacterial gel and some gauze.
“Can I see your hand?” You held it out to him and he opened the alcohol pad before rubbing the stranger’s blood off of your knuckles before putting on some of the gel and wrapping it up in the gauze. “Be sure to put some ice on it when you get home,” he said before letting go of your hand and you almost didn’t want him to. It was soft but rough and you immediately wanted to grab it and intertwine your fingers, letting them rest together on the center console.
The car ride on the way to your building was silent and you were on the fence about how you felt about it. A part of you liked it since the bar had been so overstimulating, but the other wanted to fill it so you wouldn’t have any opportunity to think about all of the things that made you anxious.
You wondered if Buck was going to behave that way with you from now on or if it was a one off because of the alcohol. Granted, he hadn’t had a drink in hours, but still. He was being so caring and thoughtful and you couldn’t help but wonder what had changed.
Buck, on the other hand, still wasn’t able to realize that he was crushing on you. The jealousy that coursed through him when you were with Eddie should have been a tip off, but it wasn’t. He was still convinced that he was just protective, but really, that was the role that Eddie had taken on.
Or maybe he knew how he felt, but was suppressing it because of his dating history. People didn’t seem to want to be with him for very long and he was beginning to think that he was the problem. Everyone was always leaving him behind and he couldn’t stand to add you to that list.
He didn’t think he was good enough anyway. Eddie was the one that you deserved. He was sweet and kind and obviously cared for you. And he seemed to be more of an adult than Buck was. He didn’t sleep around and had actual adult relationships, something that Buck still wasn’t super accustomed to. He knew he could be that for you if that was what you wanted, but he felt like you deserved much better that what he was able to offer at the moment.
He pulled into his spot in the parking garage and the two of you headed for the elevators before Buck pressed the button with the arrow facing upwards before leaning his back against the wall.
You awkwardly stood in front of him, going back to your old self since the effects of the alcohol had worn off. You crossed your arms over your chest then stepped into the elevator as soon as it opened, Buck following you.
You pressed the buttons for both of your floors and actually found yourself hating to cut your time with him short. You glanced at him and were surprised to find that he was already looking at you. He was sporting a cute smirk and all of a sudden, you found yourself wanting to know what his lips felt like. Maybe there was a little alcohol in your system after all.
The doors opened on your floor and you shook off some of your nerves and pressed a featherlight kiss to his cheek before pulling away.
“Goodnight, Buckley.”
“Goodnight, slugger,” he replied, giving you a new nickname that you definitely preferred to “probie.”
You stepped out of the elevator and stood there until it closed, watching it go up, taking your cute coworker with it. As soon as he was alone, Buck chuckled to himself, wondering what had prompted you to kiss him, but knowing that he shouldn’t have questioned it. At that rate, he was going to take what he could get. And if he was going to get more kisses from you, he was really going to have to play his cards right.
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fakevalentine · 4 months ago
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ellie breeding & knotting reader… please i’ll do anything omg
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female reader x ellie williams
cw ; nsfw. strap sex. knotting & stretching.
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ellie's big hand cups your cheek, her thumb stroking your skin as you desperately bounce on her strap, determined to take more.
your throbbing clit repeatedly nudges against the knot that was a few centimetres away from the harness— you wanna take it. need to. but ellie won't let you.
"no, baby." her voice is so soft and gentle, as if she wasnt denying your request to be stretched out by her. you whine, "why?"
her green eyes look away from you, watching as your cunt slides up and down on her. you're so wet, and so needy. but she's not sure if you can, and she doesn't want to hurt you.
"it's gonna hurt." she mumbles, her other hand coming down to rub on your clit. you whimper, thighs flexing. "i can take it..."
ellie sighs dramatically, watching your slick drip down over the thick knot at the base. "tell me if it hurts." she mutters, and your stomach flutters in excitement at her compliance.
you press your knees further into the mattress on either side of her, breathing heavy as you look down at where you're both connected. you push yourself down, putting more and more body weight on the knot with the help of ellie's strong grip on your hips.
she tries to watch your face for any signs of discomfort, but god the sight of your pussy slowly stretching sure as hell caught her full attention. "oh, f-fuck.."
your hands fly to her shoulders, nails digging into her freckled skin as the knot pushes into you, stretching you out. you make an array of sounds, some from discomfort and others from the intense pleasure as your face scrunches up.
"baby, you're... you're fucking insane..." ellie pants, her calm demeanour peeling away as she watches you take her obnoxious strap. "'taking it so good."
your mind is fuzzy, blank. you don't hear her, all you can focus on is how big the knot is inside you. and how it feels when you finally take all of it, your cunt swelling at the fit.
your legs tremble and shake, panting heavy and whimpering. ellie's warm hand slides up your chest, taking a moment to grope your breast before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at her.
she's breathing heavy too, her eyebrows scrunched together and her gaze hard. she's trying to keep her cool, keep her dominance guarded. "tell me how it feels, sweet girl."
you can't even think of a word, let alone form it into a full sentence. your hips roll experimentally, gasping and gripping her arm at the new sensation— one you wanted to become familiar.
"full."
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ALSO JUST REALISED I FORGOT BREEDING 😧SAWRY AND realistically don't do this without a shit ton of lube i was just lazy....... thanks to ellexxaurus on twitter her content is always good and very helpful for this well yes!
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diorcities · 7 months ago
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⠀   ⠀ ── ☆ 𓂃 ⁺ . perv dream !
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MDNI. requested. library.
haechan makes you arch more as he keeps the headboard from tapping the wall, prompting his pelvis into you, filling you with each inch of his girth. you're a babbling mess and he sneers, “can't talk, baby girl?” there's fog in your vision and even so, all you can see is his face getting closer to you. his plump lips catch yours and force you to open your mouth so he can shove his tongue in a wild collision as his length bottoms out, breaking the kiss with a grunt. your head falls back, lightheaded, grip loosening on his flexed forearm next to your ribcage. he's frowning hard, cock tightly wrapped in your gummy walls, looking down on you, all covered with hickeys and mind in seventh heaven. traces of his teeth all over your tummy and thighs, and tits full with love bites. “hgh-hyuck...” you tremble and go numb under him, legs sprawling wider before he grabs your arms to keep you in place as he begins to thrust you short and sharper, knowing how close you are from your high. your eyes roll back with your body jerking closer to him and he thrills, sensing his dick start to twitch, “look at me now, sunshine.” before you both cum at the same time with a panting whine.
your ass grind against the thick bulge in jisung's pants on the car ride back home. there's not a lot of room and you end up sitting on his lap, a little too drunk and with your head spinning from how good he sits between your buttocks. taking advantage of the bumps and jerky movements of jeno at the wheel to wiggle over him, erection growing until it becomes solid and hard as rock. his head is thrown toward the back of the seat, staring at the ceiling as his adam's apple rises and falls. he comes up to you to whisper, “love, don't... you're moving too much...” you look at him slyly, “you don't really want me to stop.” you whisper back, sensing his big hands landing on your waist. you think he's going to stop you but he starts to move you more against him, grinding harder. he's so needy he starts panting in your ear as he moves you more eagerly, getting the attention of the other passengers, and he knows that, “what a pervert.” you smile when you feel his grin against your neck.
every time jeno makes you his, you wait in ecstasy for him to put it all in. both of you moaning at the full sensation that whips you, taking every inch of his cock slowly entering to adjust inside, squeezed by your walls. “fuck me, you're so tight.” you can never wait long enough for you to be ready to take it, resulting in him struggling to not lose his mind so he doesn't start hammering you right there. “relax for me, hmm... i'll make you feel good.” taking his time with you, causing the unease frown on your face to be replaced by a lash of desire when he pushes his cock inside you, “a-agh... jen,” you breathe, feeling his fingers stroking your clit, hoping that your silkiness covers his entire length and makes it easier to glide in and out of you. “yes, just like that.” available hand spreading you open to better accommodate his cock, hurting desperately to fuck you.
“harder... m-mark,” you swallow hard, “m'cumming.” your hands tousle his hair, head pulled back to the pillow due to the constant pounding of his cock entering you and opening you pretty. legs sore and blazing, and your body filled and damped with pleasure, about to collapse. “a-ah, fuck!” forcing him to take over while your mind is broken and with dense fog covering your eyes, unable to clearly see mark's tortured expression stuck to your breasts bouncing quickly from the wild motion of his thrusts. “so pretty, baby. aw, shit” open mouth and eyebrows together, with his hands on your hips, burying his nails in the soft, chubby skin, pushing your body towards, pelvis meeting his halfway, making you scream and squirm. tremors shaking your limbs and making your tits tremble under his heavy darkening gaze. “you're so hot, so good.” tongue wetting his lips before he comes and takes one in his warm mouth, hums making your mind buzz.
your fingers tangling in jaemin's silky hair as he eats you for hours. taking you into the void and throwing you back from it, your body in the middle of limbo and sanity. “hmm... so pretty, my angel.” his humming sends electricity through your body and you arch, aching. “jaem— please.” your senses have collapsed and scattered like dust throughout the room, unable to formulate coherent words, losing the train of your thoughts while you find yourself immersed in a catalytic state of extreme pleasure. slender tongue lashing your clit and teasing your slit, licking your arousal, damping all his face. you're counting stars as you scream his name. “so fucking wet. tasting so sweet.” playing with your sensitive folds, lips catching them to suck, and bite, and kiss. you're losing your mind when he sniffs your scent. nose entering the scene and pressing against the sore bulge of your clit while his mouth do wonders on your entrance, fucking you using the slim muscles of his tongue to give circles and strokes in your sensitive nerves. “you want me to fuck you hard now, baby?”
taking chenle's cock until you're both equally overwhelmed, movement becoming sloppier, kisses turning into a wet mess of tongues and lips, while you jerk on top of him after riding him to the brim. he squirms and hisses, “f-fuck!” vocals elongated in a strangled moan as you sense his hot load pouring and coating your walls in spasms as you stroke him back and forth, milking his dick 'til the last drop of cum. you hum ecstatic from hearing the squelching sound that his penis provokes when you grind and thrusts him. he sighs when it slips out due to the silkiness in your femininity wetting all his crotch and your pussy, all drenched from the pleasure. you should pull out for a while and clean it a bit and his palms take advantage of the opportunity to spread you, resting on your inner thighs as you lay back, fingers taking some of your lube to have a taste of you along with his seed, sliding out of your pussy. his thumb put it back in and stroke you provocatively as his languid and soft length falls on top of the crook of your leg, flushed with a hot pink hue. “don't say it...” he warns you before you bite your lips and ignore him, “it looks so pretty!” you whine, playing with the ring formed at the base before putting it back in, eager for feeling it grow inside again.
renjun's head pulls back and his mouth opens in awe as you make him sink into you after he's cum. “babe...” he doesn't have an ounce of sanity left in his unresponsive body that you use to ride for the third time. “just one more, please, i need you.” unable to respond immediately and let you do your thing as he tries to catch his breath from the crushing orgasm he had not so long ago, now fading into the background when he feels you clenching your walls around his sensitive cock, coated with your lust and his seed. “a-ah, i need you so much, jun.” kisses deposited on his jaw, sensing him slowly starting to grow inside you, “filling me so good, hmm...” you moan just as his hands find their way to your waist, helping you rock your pelvis harder on him. open mouth enticing yours, panting and swallowing with his eyes rolling to the back of his head, completely in the clouds and carried away by the crushing feeling of your pussy, taking him so well.
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wriothesleybear · 8 months ago
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Bath time - Washing Sunday's wings
~warnings: romantic intimate sex, Sunday refers to reader as a goddess, sweet nicknames, mentions of cum, cock riding, clit and tit stimulation, fem!reader, MDNI!
~a/n: Trying to get out of my writing slump. Enjoy this intimate moment with Sunday❤️.
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Sitting on his lap in the bath while you gently wash his wings, his eyes are focused on you. He admires your facial features as you concentrate on not hurting his sensitive wings. The massage alone feels amazing and helps him relax, but he can't help himself from getting turned on sometimes. Not only from the feel of your fingers on his sensitive wings, but from the thought of the intimacy and the amount of trust he puts in you to allow you to touch his most sensitive parts.
Putting his hands on your waist, he pulls you closer to him and nuzzles his face into your chest. "S-Sunday." You call his name in surprise from his sudden action. "I'm sorry my dear, I couldn't help myself." He whispers into your skin as he trails his lips across your sensitive chest, leaving soft kisses in his wake. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders and twining a hand through his strands, you pull his head closer to your body, silently asking him to touch you more. His golden eyes look up at you as he wraps his soft lips around your bud and lightly sucks. You gasp from the attention he gives your sensitive chest. His smooth tongue swirls around your bud, causing you to grind your hips against his, accidentally grinding against his hard cock. He groans from the friction. "It's hard to tell if you tempt me on purpose or you're just unaware of the effect you have on me my dear."
You continue to rub your pussy against his cock, searching for friction but it's not enough. "Sunday.." You don't need to say anything else as he can already tell by the lustful look in your eyes what you want. Pulling you into a sweet kiss, one hand rests on your hip as the other holds his cock, helping you slowly sink yourself onto him. You gasp into the kiss as he fully sheaths himself inside of you. Staying still, you two exchange slow passionate kisses as his hands roam your body, softly groping and caressing your sensitive areas. Breaking the kiss, you lean back to give Sunday full view of your body as you begin to bounce on his cock. He doesn't think he's seen anything as magnificent and mesmerizing as the view of you riding his cock.
His eyes memorize the view of your breasts jiggling from the up and down motion, the water droplets as they decorate and drip from the curves of your body above the bath water. The way your damp hair sticks to your skin and the erotic look on your face with your half-lidded eyes that stare into his own and the sinful moans and whimpers that leave your kissed swollen lips, caused by the way the head of his cock hits the sweet spots inside of you. He swear he could've came just from this view of you. You looked like a goddess to him.
He moves his fingers to your clit, rubbing slow circles causing your walls to clench around his cock. The water sloshes as your movements quicken, indicating you impending orgasm. "S-sunday, I'm-m close." He pulls you close to him, causing your chest to squish against his, and connects his forehead to yours. He stares deeply into your eyes and wraps an arm tightly around your waist. "Let's come together my love. Cum on my cock." The closeness and intimacy from the current moment finally pushes you over the edge as you twitch and shake in his hold. His own orgasm follows shortly after, his warm cum filling your womb. You're both breathing heavily as you come down from your highs.
Laying against his chest, he rubs your back and combs the wet hair out of your face. You could hear his rapid heartbeat in his chest and the vibrations as he spoke to you. "I'll give us a few minutes my dear to relax, then we must get out of the bath before we both catch a cold." You sleepily mumble a yes in response. He chuckles at your adorable sleepy state and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "Don't worry my dove, sleep well. I'll get you cleaned up and put you to bed." You faintly hear his melodic voice as you slip away to the place of peaceful dreams.
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syddsatyrn · 10 months ago
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⛧Devotion is Love with Wings⛧ Chapter One: A Sleepless Sovereign
Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4
⛧Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
⛧Warnings: Alcohol, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, king x servant, panic attack, heartbreak, happy ending.
⛧Words: 3.3k
⛧Summary: As Lucifer's advisor you are required to assist him with a number of things. That includes his schedule, many chores, and the occasional middle of the night panic attack.
⛧Notes: This is my first Hazbin Hotel fic! I hope you all like it because Alastor is my next victim. I just want to give poor Luci some love, he is such a cutie and he's been through enough! My beta reader is @hellfiremunsonn and we love her for that.
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The sun rises and a soft glow illuminates the kitchen. Faint streaks of dawn get brighter as time goes by, the sky is painted with hues of pink and gold. Every day you wake before him and make his coffee. It was a morning ritual you’ve come to enjoy. The silence allowed you time to think and plan your day. As you fill a cup full of coffee, the smell permeates the air.
You carefully take the cup upstairs on a tray and down a long hallway. The air hummed with a faint scent of luxury. It's grandiose and extravagant manor, with gold trim in the hallway. Apples and angelic wings decorate the molding. Your footsteps echo against the marble floors until you stop at the large double doors. You open the right side of the door quietly. The room is dark, some light peeked through the window, but the long velvet curtains block out most of it.
He's so peaceful, lying there, the silk sheets covering his midsection leave little to the imagination. His messy blonde hair and soft face has always made your heart skip a beat. Soft snores escape his lips, you almost feel bad for waking him up while he’s in such a state.  
“Your majesty?” You finally speak. The King stirs and covers his face with his hands. He lets out a small groan in response.
*It's time to get up, sir.” You say as Lucifer slowly and reluctantly sits up. You hand him his coffee with a smile, he looks up at you with drowsy eyes. 
“Thank you, y/n.” He replied, taking a sip of the warm and bitter drink.  
You start to stroll around his room, picking up clothes that have been tossed and putting them in the laundry basket. Lucifer watches as you pick up his messy room, sipping his coffee occasionally. 
“You don't have to do all that y’know.” Lucifer says, feeling a little guilty about his disorganization. 
“Oh but I do, sir.” You said with a straight face. 
“Y/N, I don't know what I would do without you.” He admits with a soft chuckle. 
You smile, your face turns a little pink but it's hard to tell with the lights off. You walk over to the curtains and draw them open. Lucifer doesn't look too pleased with how bright it is. You walk over to his wardrobe and shuffle through the many different articles of clothing until you find his white suit with red accents. 
“Your daughter called, there are documents you need to look over and you have a meeting this afternoon.” You remind him as you place his clothes on the corner of his large bed.
“Can I just go back to sleep?” Lucifer pleads with you and you let out a small sigh.
“Every day you ask me the same question and every day I tell you the same answer…”
“So that's a no…?” He chuckles softly.
That is correct, your majesty.” You roll your eyes as you leave him to get dressed for the day. 
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The relationship between you two has always been a little strange. You were hired many years ago as a maid for his estate. But after a small while grew to be his right hand, now you’re titled as his “advisor”. You take your job very seriously, everyday you make his coffee, bring him his meals, complete household chores, chauffeur him around, you even attend his meetings for him occasionally. Your entire life is devoted to your King, you felt it was a respectable title. You've worked hard to get to this point, and recognize the power that comes with that. After many years of proving yourself, Hell sees you as an extension of the royal family.
Lucifer had quite a soft spot for you, he offered you a room in his home so you can do your job without the bothersome commute. He pays you well and allows you access to many of his personal assets. The free room and board, along with never having to cook for yourself made it all worth it.
After some time you developed some feelings for him, but you would never admit that. You’re not up to that societal standard. You’ve always told yourself he could have anyone he wanted, which is true. The King of Hell was dashing and charming, but also extremely powerful. Despite all that he doesn't seem to fraternize with anyone, ever since Lilith left, it’s like he's lost that part of himself.
It was time for you to get yourself a cup of coffee and bring his breakfast to the dining hall. After finishing your task you sit down at the dining table and enjoy your coffee. Not long after, Lucifer emerges, dressed, but still looking rather fatigued.
“Did you not sleep well, sir?” You ask and bring your cup to your lips.
“No, I was tossing and turning all night.” He grumbles, the dark bags under his eyes are a dead giveaway.
“Hmm…you’ve been doing that quite a bit more often than usual.” You remark.
“I know! What is up with that? It's ridiculous.” The king says with a huff.
“Ridiculous indeed, sir.”
Lucifer called Charlie on his cellphone, and talked about the Hotel she was running. Charlie says he is due for a visit so you make a mental note to schedule that later. Your mind wanders as he talks on the phone while eating various fruits. The last time Lucifer wasn’t sleeping well he was having nightmares. You remember one awful night in particular, you were up late finishing some paperwork for him when suddenly you hear a scream coming from his room. You rush in and he's curled up in a ball, sobbing. You immediately crawl into his bed to comfort him, he laid his head in your lap and you played with his blonde hair until he fell back to sleep.  
“Y/N…?” Lucifer says and tilts his head slightly. Looks like he finished his phone call while you were lost in thought. You shake yourself from your memories, a pink tint spreads across your face.
“Yes?”
“Something on your mind, my dear?” He asks with a look of concern on his face. 
“No sir, it's nothing.” You assure him. Neither of you have spoken of that night since.
You continue to drink your coffee, Lucifer gives you a skeptical look and continues his breakfast. The day was a very average day. After breakfast Lucifer went to his study to read over some documents and sign a few things. You took his almost empty plate and cup to the kitchen and placed it in the sink for the staff to deal with. You text Charlie with a list of dates to choose from to schedule a visit, reassuring her that you’ll make it happen.
Next is time to clean Lucifer’s room. It's not disgusting by any means, more like cluttered. He tosses stuff on the floor absentmindedly and you always end up tidying the place at some point. Besides, you are the only one allowed in his room, who else is going to do it?
You collect all the empty liquor glasses and place them on a silver tray along with the empty decanter. Making his bed was rather difficult due to it being so large, but you manage like you always do. You tidy up his bathroom, finding more clothes tossed on the floor, you put them in the laundry hamper as well. You leave his room with the silver tray and take it to the kitchen. The staff fill the decanter and give you clean crystal glasses. You return to his room and set the tray on his desk. After that, you take the basket of clothes to the laundry room.
Before you know it, the clock strikes one and you make your way to Lucifer's study. You open the door softly and enter, you set down a small tray with a cup of tea and a plate of cookies on his desk. He picks up the cup and takes a sip, the tea is exactly how he likes it.
“Are you here to tell me I have to attend another one of those annoying meetings?” Lucifer asks in a slightly irritable tone. He spins the chair around to face you, his yellow eyes fixate on yours.
“I’m afraid so, your majesty.” You reply. Lucifer groans and slumps back in his chair. Sometimes he can be a little childish, you cover your mouth to stifle a giggle.
“Y/N, I can’t sit through another one of those meetings. I will literally wilt away into nothing.” Lucifer says, he turns to face you and takes your hand in his. He softly squeezes it, your face turns a little pink as you look down and meet his begging eyes with yours.
“Can you go instead? Pretty please?” You can never resist those eyes and he knows it. Your face softens and you squeeze his hand back.
“Okay, but don't make this a habit.” You say you let go of his hand. Still trying to retain some sort of professionalism.
“Thanks doll, I owe you one.” He says with a warm smile, the same smile that makes your heart skip a beat every single time. You bow and leave him to his work, once you get behind closed doors you let out a long sigh, you truly don't want to attend this meeting either. But it can’t be helped, the show must go on.
You grab your overcoat, cellphone, keys, and meet the driver out front. It didn't take long to arrive at Carmilla’s manor. You have been asked to attend a meeting with the overlords and report back to Lucifer. The guards led you through the manor to a large meeting room, you open the door and it seems everyone is in attendance.
The V’s, Zestial, Alastor, Rosie, Zeezi and Ms Carmilla Carmine herself. You take the empty seat next to Zestial.
“My my, I didn't think Lucifer would send his pet, but Miss Carmine, I thought there was a No Dogs Allowed sign out front?” Alastor immediately starts with the catty behavior. You don't have time for any of this, you need to be home soon to serve supper.
"Your words are like a bad song on repeat. Spare us." You retort with your arms folded. The Radio Demon gives you a sinister stare and you roll your eyes at his half baked attempt at scaring you.
“Please, can we start this stupid meeting? I have somewhere to be.” Velvet says looking at her phone, not paying much attention to anything else. Vox agrees with her and Carmilla begins to speak on various topics.
The meeting felt like it ran longer than expected, it was concerning how we move forward now that exterminations are no longer an issue. They spoke of which towns were hit the hardest by the attack, what kind of ongoing plans they have and how to proceed with caution, for we do not trust the Angels and their hidden intentions. After a while, the conversations started to devolve into personal ones.
“Lucifer will be assisting the Pride Ring as best he can, any requests for aid on his part can go through me for approval. Trust that they will be hand delivered to him in person. The King wants nothing more to provide relief for his people.” Was the last thing you said before getting up and excusing yourself from the meeting, politely.
When you make it back to the car, you let out a sigh of relief. It's finally over, time to head back to the manor. When you returned it was already late into the afternoon. You hang up your coat and head to the kitchen, you pour Lucifer a small glass full of whiskey and ice. Before you put the bottle back in its place you take a quick swig, that meeting was just agonizing. You needed something to take the edge off.
You walk to the study with the glass on a silver tray, as you open the door, she sees Lucifer in his chair, reading.
“Good afternoon, your majesty.” You greet him with a smile and a short bow.
“Ah good, you’re back. How was the meeting?” He asks, genuinely curious. 
“It was…interesting, to say the least.” You reply while handing him the glass. “I can see why you did not want to attend.”
“They are so insufferable, right?” He says and takes a sip. 
“Indeed, sir.” You don't wish to mention Alastor’s comment from earlier, the last thing you need to do is give him something to be cross about.
“Dinner will be ready soon. Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” You ask politely.
“Oh no, you always do so much. Thank you Y/N.” Lucifer takes another sip of his whiskey.
You dismiss yourself and head down to the kitchen to help prepare dinner for yourself and Lucifer.
Lucifer spins around in his chair and takes a sip of the drink you left him with. He’s trying to hide it but he’s absolutely exhausted. Lately when he’s tried to sleep, memories flood his mind like ghosts of the past. The absence of warmth beside him was a void he could not fill. When he will be free from the torment, he is unsure. But every day he wakes up and there you are, right beside him as always. He knows you try to put off a cold exterior, you’re the king's guard dog after all. You were always one to never indulge your secrets but he knew a few things about you that no one else did.
The night you held him in your lap it looked as though he had fallen asleep. While you carded your fingers through his hair you whispered “I wish you knew how remarkable I think you are.” He heard you loud and clear. The King always had a space in his heart dedicated to you, but you’re his advisor, consultant, and au pair. How would the world see you both as a couple? It was certainly something that would be looked down upon by most. A bell rings and pulls him from his thoughts, dinner is ready.
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He sits in his usual spot and you always sit on his right side. Dinner was a mix of high grade meats and vegetables. You cut into your food and display proper table manners, Lucifer sneaks glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking.
“I scheduled a time for you to visit your daughter's hotel this Thursday.” You remark and Lucifer nods with food in his mouth.
“Good, I’ve been meaning to visit, I’ve just been so tired lately, and If I’m not tired I’m busy.”
“You need some proper rest, sir.” You state the obvious. You wish there was something else you could do to assist him with this.
“Trust me, if I had the choice I’d be asleep right now, my dear.” He takes another bite, his face looks a little forlorn. Usually you would keep to yourself unless Lucifer would outright say something is wrong, but this is different.
“Is there something wrong, sir?”
“No, it's nothing, Y/N. I’m just tired, I swear.” He says, trying to brush off any depressive feelings. You give him a bit of side eye but decide to let it go. But deep down you knew something was troubling him. It was just a matter of if and when he will tell you. You both continue eating, he tells you about the book he's reading in hopes to clear the melancholy vibe in the room. You sit and listen to him ramble on like any other normal day.
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It was getting late, Lucifer was in his room, drink in hand. Outside, the world slumbered beneath a blanket of stars, oblivious to his pain. With the window open he seeks solace in the cold night air. But the chill only served to remind him of the emptiness inside. He downs the rest of his drinks and sets it on the nightstand. He crawls under the covers and closes his eyes and wraps his arms around himself as he tries to get some rest.
But all he could see is her, walking away, leaving him heartbroken and devastated. A single tear falls down his cheek. He buries his face in the pillow and tries to forget these memories, good and bad. The minutes pass like fleeting shadows, and Lucifer finally starts to fall asleep. But not long after he wakes up in a cold sweat with a scream. His chest heaves and he feels like he can’t breathe, he looks down at his shaking hands.
You were doing your rounds in your silk pajamas, locking doors and shutting windows. You said goodnight to the kitchen staff and headed upstairs. Then suddenly you hear a loud scream come from Lucifer's bedroom, you immediately rush up the stairs to the door and open it.
He’s sitting upright in his bed, knees against his chest, holding his face in his hands. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he recalls the haunting memories. You don't say anything, you quickly sit beside him and place your hand on his back. He immediately pulls you in for a hug, you’re surprised at first but you hug him back. He buries his face in your shoulder, letting out soft muffled sobs. 
“Shhhh…it's going to be okay…I’m here…I’ve got you.” You whisper soft words of reassurance in his ear, he just hugs you tighter.
“I’m so sorry…” He says between sniffles and you start to gently rub his back. You wished there was a way to stop him from feeling so miserable, but all you can do is sit and comfort him for as long as he needs. In the safety of your arms, the remnants of the dream began to dissipate. Your familiar voice and smell provided a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of his mind.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, my dear.” You say as you pet the back of his head, his face finally emerges from your shoulder and meets your gaze. You gently wipe away any stray tears with your thumb and give him a soft smile. “Tough times don’t last, tough people do, and you’re one of the strongest people I know.” You say just barely above a whisper. 
A small smile appears on his face and you brush away a few stray hairs, glad that your king is feeling a little better. “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel more at ease?”
“I do have one request…But I’m not sure how you’re gonna feel about it.” He says, while looking away, he’s definitely embarrassed by his own question.
“Try me.” You reply, it can’t be that bad, he’s never asked you to do anything you’re not okay with.
“I would really appreciate it if I didn't have to sleep alone tonight…” He finally asks, he blushes a little, unsure if that's even okay to ask. You can't help but also turn a little red, this is absolutely not allowed, but maybe the rules have exceptions in times of crisis.
“Yeah…I can do that.” You agree.
Lucifer’s golden eyes widen and he perks up a bit. “R-Really?”
“Yes, really.” You chuckle softly.
Lucifer crawls back under the covers and opens his arms for you to join him. You crawl over to him and settle in, his arms wrap around you and you lace your fingers with his hand, allowing him to spoon you. His body heat and the chill night air was the perfect combination to lull you to sleep.
“Goodnight Luci~” You say before sleep starts to drag you away from this world. A nickname you lovingly use very rarely. He nuzzles your shoulder and drifts off rather quickly with nothing but a content smile on his face. When you two will admit your feelings for each other is a mystery, but for now, you’re happy just to be his biggest support system. If there's one thing you’ve learned living with Lucifer, it's that devotion in any form, is love with wings.
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daenysx · 2 months ago
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Hey girl!
I just saw that you’re looking for Marauders requests so I thought I’d send one through! Maybe a poly! Marauders x reader where she is hurt or sick and the boys take care of her?
Hope you’re doing well 🥰
i hope you enjoy <33
poly!marauders x fem!reader, fluff - modern au
"where's she?" james asks in a hurry sirius doesn't understand.
"what-"
a sound of water comes from the bathroom and james rushes to the door. he knocks gently to not startle you. "sweetheart?"
"i'm okay." you say.
"i'm waiting here, take your time."
sirius comes next to him after leaving his jacket and phone on the couch. "what's happening?" he asks. "why are you guarding the door?"
james gives him a slow kiss to calm down any worry. it works very well. "she feels a bit sick." he explains. "she didn't want me to call you, thought you'd be worried and try to leave work early."
you open the bathroom door slowly. the first thing you see is sirius's huge eyes. "hey, baby." you say with a sick but soft voice. "how was your day?"
he reaches for your hand to inspect you. you seem tired- your eyes half closed and your voice coming out low. "my angel." he squeezes your fingers. "what happened to you?"
his tone is always dramatic, you give him a smile. "i'm fine." you say. "i just feel tired. my throat hurts. it might be 'cause of weather."
"take her to the couch, pads." james says with a fond smile. "i'll make us some tea."
"we should call remus." sirius says as he holds your hand on the short way to the couch.
"i'm okay." you insist. "he's working, he'll be worried if you tell him i'm sick."
sirius fixes your hair, he kneels in front of your place on couch. "you are sick." he says with a slow tease. "i don't know if you notice."
"i refuse to admit i'm sick." you tell him.
sirius has cuteness aggression. it has always been the case, and now he gets to take in the way you look. so soft and pretty without any make up on, your quiet voice and teary eyes, you look at him like you want him to hold you and he wants to drown you in his affection. he doesn't care if what you have is contagious.
"we can call remus." you say after a long minute of thinking. "i miss him."
your boyfriend smiles, he nods before leaving you to james's care. here he is with two cups of herbal tea you like drinking. he enjoys it too, but he knows sirius prefers coffee. when james is in charge of kitchen, everyone can drink their favorites. he already prepared the coffee.
"he's calling remus, right?" james settles down next to you. "you don't have fever, how's your head? are you hurting anywhere?"
you lean back against the pillows. "i feel tired. my head feels like it's full of cottons."
james rubs a big hand on your arm. you are grateful for the smell of tea and your boyfriend's warmth. careful with the mug in your hand, you settle down next to james, he accepts you into his chest.
"we can get you some painkillers after you finish your tea." he says. "you'll feel better when you get some good sleep."
you nod, taking a sip from your cup. sirius comes back with his coffee, he sits down next to james. "moony will be here soon. he also promised getting all of us soup, so we're free of cooking tonight."
james makes a sweet sound, he kisses your head. you take another sip. it's not like your throat's burning or hurting too much, but it feels sore. you don't want your sickness to grow into something more. closing your eyes, you give your tea cup to james. your head feels mushy like you can't form a single thought.
you don't know how much time passed but when you open your eyes, you're on someone's chest. more like someone who smells amazing and has big hands. you put your sleepy face on his neck, he gives you a few kisses on your head in response.
"remus?"
"hey." remus whispers. "hi, sweetheart. do you feel better?"
you hum, words are hard to form with your dry throat. "when did you get back?"
"almost an hour ago. you were sleeping. i wanted to stay with you in case you wake up."
"james and sirius were here."
"they are heating up the soup." remus says. "we can stay here a bit longer if you want."
you nod against his chest. he's warm and more cuddly than ever. he kisses your face, his lips make lovely paths on the side of your head. "hold me." you say, softly. you're always more hungry for touch when you feel poorly. "closer."
remus wraps his arms around you to pull you impossibly close. his lips stay pressed on your hair for a long minute. you feel so tired like you can sleep for an eternity. he rubs your back and you melt easy, go lax in his arms.
james comes into living room a few minutes later. he accepts a kiss from remus before checking you. "you must be hungry." he says to both of you. "soup is ready."
it takes a great amount of energy to leave your comfy spot to go to kitchen. james offers to bring your soup here but you want to sit at the table with them, to not let the sickness take over. he also offers to carry you and you refuse with a smile. he doesn't let go of your hand, though, helps you sit on your chair.
sirius places a bowl of steamy soup in front of you with a kiss on your head after. "enjoy, pretty girl." he says, settles down on his seat.
you eat your soup silently, feeling their gaze on your face. "don't look at me like that." you say, three pairs of worried eyes looking elsewhere immediately. "i'm fine, i promise. i'll be better when i sleep."
"well, of course you will." sirius says. "we wouldn't let our girl drown in sickness, would we?"
being taken care of is the nicest thing, you realize as you feel remus rubbing your thigh under the table. you're used to take care of yourself and you wouldn't let yourself be so vulnerable if they were other people, but no. the boys have different ways of showing their love, the common ground being you feeling how much they love you through everything they do. you feel better, thinking all these as you take your last sip from your soup.
"it was delicious." you say. "thank you, baby." the baby's directed at remus for getting the soup but you kiss james's cheek after that and give sirius a nice smile across the table.
"you're ready to go to bed then." james says. "i'll get you some painkillers."
the bed feels softer than ever under your body when you finally settle down. james leaves for kitchen to help his boyfriends clean up after he gives you pills and water. he promises they'll be with you shortly.
you feel the bed moving after a while, your eyes already closed on their own. you don't try to resist your sleep, snuggling into james's chest as he gets next to you.
remus and sirius are in their own bubble, chatting softly under the blankets. remus holds your hand, his other arm wrapped around sirius. james rubs your back and he makes wonders, you're asleep in a second.
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zhonglicious · 10 months ago
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cw. size kink, breeding kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), implied overstimulation, lmk if i forgot any!
"c'mon baby, gimme one more."
he groans, lips pressed against your clit and your legs over his shoulders. one of his hands is occupied with fingering you, the pads of his ring and middle fingers massaging the spot he knows drives you insane.
his cock is just too big for you, and he has to make you cum at least once just so he can finally put it in. not that he's complaining, of course. he loves making you cum on his tongue and the feeling of your hands pulling at his hair, almost as much as he loves the feeling of your cunt around his cock. almost.
when he finally thinks you're ready, it takes all his willpower not to just slide all of it in immediately. you're so wet, folds easily parting and letting him in. but he can't. he knows he's big and he doesn't want to hurt you but god, is it fucking hard to hold back when he can feel the way your cunt is sucking him in.
slowly, inch by inch, he manages to sheath himself fully and oh, god... his head is spinning with the whimper you make as the head nudges against your sweet spot, your eyes glossy with tears because it just feels so good. he wants to give you a few seconds or minutes to adjust. really, he does.
but when you gasp and tell him "s' so big..." while you press against your lower stomach and look up at him with hearts in your eyes... all his patience and restraint goes out the window because he can't think of anything else other than stuffing you full of his cum.
sighhh. big men who try to be patient and gentle but still end up making you sore with how much they want to fuck a baby into you.
BAJI, draken, TAIJU, kakucho, mucho, daichi, USHIJIMA, KUROO, iwaizumi, kunigami, + any of ur favs!!
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xenteaart · 4 months ago
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you are not difficult
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pairing: chan x reader (i wrote it with idol!chan or producer!chan in mind, but it can fit any au, really) word count: no idea but it's short genre/warnings: er, angst, hurt/comfort, implied suffering w depression, implied history of SH. also implied shitty ex. so PLS keep that in mind before you read. also, it's all good in the end. author's note: it's a self comfort thing y'all but i hope you like it too.
it was yet another night where everything felt too much and you kinda hated yourself for it. bad day, maybe some hormonal imbalance due to a certain time in your cycle, history of mental illness — it's hard to put a finger on the exact cause. you're sick of trying, anyways.
chris was, of course, right there for you, and as you were falling apart in his arms, your entire soul was aching so bad that it made you want to crawl out of your own skin. it's usually like that, everywhere in your body like some sort of extreme inflammation, except physically you're perfectly fine.
"'m sorry…" you blurt out somewhere between your sobs and cries, still unable to hold eye contact with him.
"baby, you have nothing to be sorry for," chan shakes his head and keeps rubbing circles into your back, just between the shoulder blades where the ache feels the most excruciating.
"kiss me?" you squeak. almost pathetic, honestly, but it's always been your way of checking, whether he still wants you. whether he still loves you and desires you, even at your lowest, even with your mascara all smudged over your cheeks, eyes puffy and red, lips slightly irritated and swollen. even when there's a gaping black hole where the heart is supposed to be.
chris doesn't even question it, really. he simply leans in and gives you a long sweet kiss full of both a partner's tenderness and a lover's lust, so, so willing to do whatever it takes to calm the thunderstorm inside your mind and ease your struggle.
the kiss doesn't really satisfy you, the feeling is still there.
"sorry," you whisper again as you breathe out into chan's lips but the intimate contact doesn't last long. chris frowns and makes some distance between you two to look into your eyes.
"why? baby, why do you keep apologizing?" he sounds gentle but still slightly frustrated.
"i dunno? cos 'm difficult? for bein' difficult?"
there's a silence as he blinks a few times, processing and putting two and two together.
"just because it was difficult for them to love you and take care of you, doesn’t make you difficult. you are not difficult. like, at all," he puts on his serious tone, the one he uses for you when you can't see the obvious and he has to remind you.
you don't really know what to say to that, so you keep playing with the tissue paper in your hands, ripping it apart piece by piece just to keep yourself busy and focused on something other than the burning ache in your chest.
"dealing with mental health isn't easy, that one is true, baby, but it's so easy to love you. you are easy to love. even now, looking so small and in pain but it's still you, and my duty as your boyfriend is to take care of you when you can't. and, hell, you're one of the most capable people i know, so please just let me hold your hand through it once in a while, yeah?" chan speaks slowly and quietly, as if to make every single word sink in, tenderly forcing it into your stupid lovely brain that refuses to cooperate sometimes.
chris feels safe. he feels like lighting up a cookie scented candle after a long day at work. he's the feeling of the ocean timidly licking at your feet and burying them deeper into warm wet sand. chris is the first sip of coffee in the morning and the cold side of the pillow at night. he's everything worth living and trying for.
"thank you," is the only thing you manage to say, but in the way you lean back into his embrace he's able to read a lot more.
"do you want a nice mug o' hot chocolate and some fairy bread, baby?"
this question makes you hiccup and sob once again. you nod and nuzzle closer into the crook of his neck.
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ace-inthehole · 3 months ago
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Tf 141 with a medic reader in which they begin making up all sorts of excuses and ailments all over the place just to be near you.
Soap is arguably the worst offender. He barges into your office just about everyday complaining about an ache here or a strain there. And every time without fail, you check him out thoroughly just to make sure. When he actually does get hurt, he milks the hell out of it. If it's something serious, he knows better than to fake it, but he will let himself be a little extra whiney.
Maybe he'll ask you to hold his hand because his wound hurts, or to sit by his bedside a little longer because he had a nightmare. Every excuse has questionable validity. Yet sure enough, you comply to just about each one. You put all your attention to care for his needs and whims, and make damn sure he'll be fine afterwards. He repays you by bothering you again the next day.
Gaz is more smooth and subtle about it, but he's just as shameless. He drops by occasionally, sometimes after a sparring session or after a mission. Tells you he's sprained a wrist or twisted an ankle. Has he? Most of the time, no. But sometimes when you check him over you find an injury he hadn't even noticed. Works out for him, another excuse to see you more often.
He comes around sometimes claiming an old injury has flared up, or maybe he's just feeling sick and under the weather. And he'll stick around even if you find nothing wrong with him, just hanging out on one of the vacant beds, enjoying your company. If he was in fact sick, he takes full advantage of it to have you take care of him. Revels in you checking up on him, giving him pain meds and ensuring he's drinking enough fluids. It makes him feel so loved and cared for, he can't help but come back for more.
Price has his pride, so he won't actively seek you out so obviously. But he does however, complain about a headache or a backache or a something or other ache just about everytime you speak. You fuss over him everytime, telling him to get more sleep and stop overworking himself. He loves hearing it, loves knowing that you care. He really does try to take your advice, he doesn't want to worry you, but this kind of lifestyle has been so deeply ingrained in him he can't shake it off.
So sometimes when he realizes he's pulled another all nighter doing paperwork, he'll drop by your office the next morning. For a little pampering, perhaps. Not because he misses you, no. He smiles to himself when you scold him and hand him some ibuprofen for his headache, quickly pushing him over to lay down on a bed. Maybe it isn't so bad to visit once in a while.
Ghost doesn't even bother to prepare any excuses. He refuses to be treated by anyone other than you if he's injured on missions. In the past he's had made a bad habit of keeping injuries to himself, he doesn't want to show that he's in pain, that he's weak. Because he couldn't afford to when he was younger. But after meeting you he's slowly falling out of that habit. For a wound he may have ignored in the past he sulks over to your office and just sits down silently on one of the beds. You ask him what's wrong, and he'll tell you exactly what happened. You don't make a big deal out of it, don't scold him for letting the wound fester, all you do is simply take care of him with the same gentle hands as always.
Of course, you'll still tell him to be more careful, and that he can come to you whenever, even if he's just got something on his mind or wants some company. It takes a long time for him to take you up on that offer, maybe months, maybe years. But he'll eventually come over every once in a while and sit with you in silence. You always ask him if he's alright, if he's injured, if he's sleeping and eating properly. The answer most of the time is yes, he's alright, no, he's not injured, and a grumble of agreement to the last question that you both know isn't true. But you don't push him, never. So he keeps coming back to you, over and over again.
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amomentsescape · 11 months ago
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A candle lit bubble bath with the slashers (and Sinclair brothers) after very bad and long day of chasing a victim who was being extra difficult?
Slashers + Sinclair Brothers & a Bubble Bath with Reader
Slashers x Reader (Separate)
A/N: I didn't really go into detail about them having trouble with their victim. I mostly focused on the aftermath. I hope that's okay!
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Freddy Krueger
He's honestly worse than a teenage girl
Immediately comes to you ranting and calling the victim every name in the book
You just wait for him to get the anger out of his system
Once he's done dumping all of his thoughts out on you, he insists on spending some time just relaxing with one another
He clearly needs it
Jumps at the opportunity of a bath with you, excited to be this close to you (especially with no clothes on)
He likes when you lean against him, giving him full access to place kisses on your neck
Can change the lighting in his world to whatever he feels like
He says he just doesn't like candles
But you're certain the flames freak him out a bit
He keeps the water from getting cold, allowing you both to stay in the tub for literal hours if your heart desires
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Michael Myers
Michael is pretty self-aware that his anger is explosive
So when he comes home after wasting his whole night chasing down one victim, he's fuming
Immediately locks himself in the bedroom for a good hour, not wanting to accidentally hurt you
You've been through this a few times before, knowing that he'll come to you when he's ready
Once he feels calm enough, he comes out and sits beside you, letting you rest your weight against him
Seeing how dirty he is, you insist on having him join you in the tub
He denies it for a bit, but eventually gives in when he realizes you're just going to keep asking
Has your back against his chest
He sort of just sits there for a while, letting the water do its thing
But if you start putting shampoo in his hair and help wash him up, he won't be opposed
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Jason Voorhees
The only way Jason will ever take a bath is if you're in there with him
He's learned to find some relaxation in the warm water now, and today is one of those days where he feels like he really needs it
He comes home and just hugs you for a bit, trying to get rid of his frustrations from earlier
And once you lead him by the hand to the warm tub, he's already feeling a bit better
He's a little big for the tub, so you kind of have to sit in his lap when you join him, not that he minds
Practically becomes putty in your hands
Rub his back? Loves it
Give him little kisses? Melts
Literally just poke him? All yours
You're basically the only thing that makes Jason feel better after days like these
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Thomas Hewitt
After the day he had, he just wants to see you
It's actually his idea to take a bath in the first place
He thinks it's the perfect excuse to be close with you
Will pull you up to your feet and lead you towards the tub
He already has the water running
Needs you to add the bubbles though
He just thinks you have the magic touch when it comes to adding the right amount of soap
Unsurprisingly, he's the one that wants to pamper you
Helps wash your back and rinse the shampoo from your hair
He isn't sure why, but taking care of you is what puts him in a good mood after a long day
There's just something about seeing you so happy that makes him feel happy too
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Bubba Sawyer
When he comes home, he immediately grabs your hand and is blubbering about his day
Is making huge gestures on what went wrong and how upset he is
All the while, you are already leading him to the bathroom, Bubba not even paying attention to where he's going
You help him get out of his dirty clothes and lead him into the tub
You also begin lighting some of his favorite scented candles while he sits, him still freaking out
It's only when you get in the tub with him that he calms down
You both sit facing each other, pushing a toy duck back and forth
It's his favorite
His whines of anger slowly turn into giggles as you start throwing bubbles at him
With you, his mood can do a 180 in a matter of minutes
You both end up in a bit of a water fight though, soaking the whole floor
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Brahms Heelshire
Brahms is pissed
After chasing around this victim, knocking over furniture, and almost breaking his arm, he is practically ready to burst
You have to hold him tightly to you as you shush him, trying to calm him down
It only seems to work when you suggest taking a bath together to relax
He helps light candles while you tend to the water and bubbles
About makes you fall when he drags you into the tub with him, making you sit right in front of him
Gets very touchy and wants to help you get clean
But you also switch the roles too, helping him wash up even though he insists on just washing you
He eventually relaxes though, closing his eyes as you run your fingers through his hair
You both end up falling asleep together, only waking once the water cools
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Norman Bates
He doesn't quite remember what had him so upset, but all he knows is that he needs some down time
When he walks through the door to see that you've already made him his favorite tea, he gives you the kindest smile
You offer a warm bath to help ease him, and he simply requests that you join as well
You both sip on your mugs while you catch up on everything that happened today
He enjoys talking with you
And having you cuddled up against him makes it all even better
He doesn't even remember feeling upset before
He just closes his eyes and leans his head back, still silently listening to you talk
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Billy Loomis
He comes home silently fuming
(He got out most of his yells and punches earlier)
Before you can even ask about his day, he is grabbing you and pulling you to the bathroom with him
Doesn't say anything, just starts the bath and begins piling his dirty clothing onto the floor
Once the tub is full, he's pulling you in with him, wrapping his arms around you roughly
You both don't have to say anything, just finding comfort in being with each other during this time
He does take this moment to just reflect though, thinking of all the ways to kill in the future so another victim doesn't give him such a hard time
But don't worry, he's back to his usual self once the water has cooled
You both end up cuddling on the couch, still wrapped in your towels
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Stu Macher
The moment you see his face through the door, he's on a tangent
He's telling you all about what happened, but he's talking so fast that you can barely keep up with him
And the whole time he's ranting, he's stripping off his clothes, rummaging through bags of chips, and pushing you towards the bathroom
You still don't understand how someone can multitask as much as him
He's helping you undress, still talking about how terrible the victim was and how frustrated he is feeling
But the moment he's in the tub, he's all lovey dovey
Insists on being held by you, wanting to be babied
He didn't even let the bath fill completely before hopping in, so he's practically yelling over the sound of the water
But it's worth it to be with him when he's so needy
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Eric Draven
Even just one person escaping means another crime waiting to be committed in Eric's eyes
So when he comes home, his head hung a bit low, you immediately know
He sits beside you and leans into your arms, listening to your quiet reassurances
Once his mood seems a little lighter, you hurry into the bathroom and get the water running
You already had plenty of candles lit since Eric enjoys the gentle light they provide
He gets in the tub first, making sure the water isn't too hot or cold for you
Then, he opens his arms wide with a soft smile
You sit between his legs and let his full frame engulf you
Making you feel safe and secure is a guaranteed way to make Eric feel content
It never fails
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Vincent Sinclair
He's absolutely exhausted
He just wants to lay with you and feel your hand in his hair
The moment he comes home and finds you waiting by the bathroom, a soft smile on your face, he's instantly put in a better mood
And this joy only increases when he sees the gentle flicker of the candles and the soapy bubbles of the tub
Immediately pulls you into a long hug, physically relaxing in your arms
And the moment the warm water engulfs him?
He's literally in heaven
Will gladly let you wash his hair and rub the soap along his back
That tough victim he dealt with just an hour before is long gone from his mind
He knows that whenever he needs fixing, you're the one to come to
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Bo Sinclair
Bo isn't very easy to calm down
When he storms in, a scowl on his face, you can tell that things didn't go well for him
You just let him rage around for a bit, waiting patiently for him to calm down on his own
You can always tell he's feeling better once his eyes meet yours
"I have the bath running" is all you have to say
Bo gently nods
He'll never admit it, but during moments like these, he just wants to be pampered and babied
Leans his full weight against you, sighing in relief as the bubbles engulf him
"You always know just what I need, darlin'"
Expects long scalp massages and gentle squeezes along his arms
But don't worry, he's sure to return the favor, pressing soft kisses to your bare shoulders
Won't let you leave the tub until he's ready, and that's usually when the water has turned cold
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Lester Sinclair
Although he doesn't really participate in the killings, he's still expected to help clean up
And boy, did his brothers leave him with quite the mess
He comes home filthy, his white t-shirt no longer recognizable
"Oh, honey. Looks like you need a bath."
His frustrated gaze softens quickly when looks at you
"Please," he insists
He pulls you in with him, wanting you to hold him so close that he is literally engulfed by you
Gazes at the different candles you lit while you talk to him softly
Even if his day didn't go well, he still wants to hear about yours
It's the best way to lighten his mood, knowing everything you were up to while he was out
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ardensregias · 9 months ago
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the first ray of light
reverse comfort, may contain small spoilers for aventurine's backstory, may be ooc, reader and aven are in a relationship, mention of childhood trauma, abuse, slavery, aven with abandonment issues, hurt no comfort(?)
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aventurine who flinches the first time you try to touch him after a bad day that left him particularly upset.
aventurine who's still on guard whenever he's vulnerable, like right now—the stratagem is quieter than usual, no longer having that smug smile on his face, the lack of life in his eyes even more noticeable when his eyes are wide—surprised at his own reaction.
aventurine who apologizes—even if he doesn't need to—then tries to reach for you, saying that he just had a 'long and exhausting day at work' and shake his head when you ask him what's wrong—the senior manager is still determined to look unbothered in front of you.
aventurine who's had tons of bad, horrible experience during his childhood, resulting in his inability to trust anyone enough, not even to show any signs of exhaustion, always putting up a mask, appearing as a mysterious and mischievous guy, keeping everyone at arm's length.
aventurine who's secretly afraid of being left alone again, of losing his purpose and being deemed as useless. the moment he flinches from you, memories of the past come back to flood his mind with doubts and reminders—reminding him of the chains binding his wrists and neck together, the cells that caged him and his kins, and the shouts of the audience fighting over his younger self, over who gets to bring the poor boy home—treating him like a rare animal, a pet to command.
aventurine who unconsciously begins to tear up, his eyes still wide and unmoving as he stares into space, your words of concern flying over his head, until you cup his face and lean closer to snap him out of his thoughts.
"you're not just 'tired', i can see that something's bothering you. won't you tell me?" oh, those eyes of yours, full of worry and love, and your gentle fingers brushing away his tears. aventurine feels so weak, but he's also scared to open up, yet he also knows you well enough to know that you're a honest person, that your concern is genuine.
aventurine who's already used to fake empathy that it feels like a dream to feel your warm hands on his face—no, not even the thought of having such a wonderful person as his partner has ever crossed the gambler's mind, not like he deserves them, right?
aventurine who's caught off guard when you pulled him into a tight hug, his arms suspended in the air and his brain that just stops working the moment your warmth spreads through his body, quickly enveloping him and slowly melting the ice encasing his heart.
it's not like he's never been hugged before, but they were purely for business reasons, merely a way to greet his acquaintances. but a hug from you? it was an effective way to make him sobs harder.
aventurine who was deprived of the love he deserves, but now he has you, his darling, who has wormed your way into his perfectly-shut heart (or so he thought) and settle yourself inside it, filling the empty space with your warmth.
maybe you could be the perfect listener, the first person he opens up to. maybe you won't leave after hearing about his gruesome past. maybe the goddess finally blessed him with your presence, who came into his life at the perfect time, to give him a reason to live again.
it was like walking into the sun, being with you,it was like walking into the sun for the first time after a terribly long winter.
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mytheoristavenue · 4 months ago
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Protected Sex with Your Fav!
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Summary: He wants to be safe for your first time but you aren't on birth control. Luckily, he always comes prepared.
Warnings: Protected/safe sex, first time, soft sex, condom breaking, afab!reader
"Y-You're on birth control, right?" He mutters, already deep inside and holding you seated against him as you adjust to his size.
"No," You wince out in agony from the stretch. "I-I didn't think about it before now..."
"'Ts fine, babe," He sighs, pulling out so slowly. "Got us covered," He pulls his wallet from his tossed jeans, digging out a condom, that had sat for so long, the leather had taken it's shape and the wrapper was taught over the ring.
"So you expected this?" You laugh weakly, still a bit sore and daze.
"Always prepared, baby." He smirks, bringing it to his teeth to tear off the edge while a free hand holds you down by your sternum. You strain your neck to watch him roll it on, spitting in his hand to wet the outside before realigning. "Glad I thought to ask, I probably wouldn't have been able to stop any later..."
Your giggle is cut off by his reentry, melting into a low moan. "Hah hah ahh....fuck," It doesn't hurt as much this time as he bottoms out, giving you a moment before rolling his hips into yours as softly as his desire will allow.
Almost half an hour passes, not that anyone is counting, and he's on the edge, having sat there for a while, still going as slowly as he can. He's putting all his effort into pleasing you, and you said you like it slow, so he's going to give it to you slow. "Fuck, so soft..." He murmurs, holding you close, head resting on your shoulder, facing you.
"I'm so close, don't stop," You whined, face buried in his neck, rocking your hips in tandem with his. "Please, just like that..." Your wish is his command as he guides you through your climax, doing exactly as you say.
"That's it baby, just cum, you can do it," He praises breathlessly, the sounds of you coming undone beneath him and the way you spasm around him behind too much for his heart to take. "Fuuck... Gonna cum baby, you ready?" He moans, hips falling into a sloppy pattern as he wrestles not to break you then and there. "Let's cum together baby, so fuckin' romantic..."
After the smoke clears, you two are still laid up in each other's arms, coming down from a shared high. You feel so connected, one with the other, laughing dazily and doting on each other. "I was so warm," You muse with a sweet blush. "I felt so full..."
"I didn't think you'd been when I came through the rubber," He replies nonchalantly, before paling. "Oh, fuck,"
"What's the matter, big guy?" You ask, worried at the panic on his face, wincing as he drags himself out.
He ignores your concern, sitting up on his knees, running his fingertips along his shaft and head, trembling at the overstimulation of his still-sensitive flesh. His heart sinks, feeling a wet spot just over the slit. "W-Well, uh," He says sheepishly, biting his lips, finding the nearly microscopic tear. "It broke..."
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rafeandonlyrafe · 5 months ago
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drummer in a band
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words: 2k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, male receiving oral, tour bus sex, brief mention of rafe being okay with cheating??, famous!rafe, drummer!rafe, fan!reader, very brief mention of rafes mom dying
rafes mother was the one who pushed him into it. a way to get out of his anger. it was the last thing she asked of him before she died, and as much as rafe struggles to admit it now, the only reason he never gave it up was for her.
he looks out into the crowd in a brief break between songs, listening to the main singer, tyler, who has slowly become a friend, address the sea of people.
it's the biggest venue they've ever played. rafe never thought he'd be in front of thousands of people coming from his small island, let alone playing the drums they're all dancing along to.
the earpiece turned to max volume announces and then counts down to the next song. rafe falls into easy rhythm, having practiced this song a million times. the last one of their set, the hit everyone is waiting for.
rafe doesn't feel the passion for performance like his other band members, but the money is something he can never say no to.
rafe gives the crowd a wave as he heads off stage alongside his band mates, noting the excited cheer of fans at the front of the crowd, so intrigued by the mysterious rafe.
“hey, some of my sisters friends wanna meet you.” tyler says, tugging rafe towards the open backstage area rather than escaping out the door to his tour bus like he always does.
“fine.” rafe grumbles, wiping the sweat from his forehead, just wanting to get back and get in the shower. his biceps are sore from drumming and he has no interest in talking to random girls.
no interest until he sees you.
rafe ignores the other girls all fawning over him and his band mates and steps right up to you.
“hi.” you say quietly, a shy smile creeping onto your face. “im y/n.”
“im rafe.” he says, eyes swirling all over your face, taking in your features.
“i know.” you laugh softly, and rafe loves the sound so much he wants to hear what other sounds you can make. “im a fan. i like that keeping secrets song.”
rafe smirks. keeping secrets is the song with the longest drum solo, and probably the closest to the style of music he likes to make most. “thanks, y/n.”
“don't feel like you have to stay and talk to me.” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “you're probably sick of meeting random people and want to go back to your bus.”
“nah, i don't mind when they are as pretty as you.” rafe says, before glancing around the room, noticing no one is really paying attention to either of you. “but if you'd like to go back to the tour bus with me…”
you're nodding quickly, allowing rafe to place a hand on your upper back as he leads you through hallways and doors until you get outside. rafe peeks out first, noticing a gaggle of girls on the other side of the fence.
“you don't mind if pictures are taken of us?” rafe asks. he doesn't care if anything hurts his reputation, but he doesn't want to put you in a bad spot.
“as long as you don't.” you shrug. “i don't have a boyfriend.”
“good.” rafe realizes that he didn't even ask, or really care. if you did have a boyfriend he would have just snuck you out a different way.
rafe pushes open the door, not bothering to hide his intentions as he wraps an arm around your waist as you make the short walk to the tour bus.
“this one is just mine.” rafe says. “it was a requirement when tyler wanted me to your with them. i wasn't about to travel around the country packed in with them.”
“it's nicer than i expected.” you admit, looking around the surprisingly spacious living area.
“the bedrooms in the back.” rafe points.
“oh, trying to rush to get me in your bed?” you turn to look at rafe.
“im just trying to give you the full tour.” he says, but you're already walking backwards down the aisle, a smirk on your face.
rafe is quick to follow, glad he picked up all the dirty laundry before the concert. he shuts the bedroom door behind you even though no one should be entering his bus for a while.
“kiss me.” you tell rafe, gripping your hands onto his collar.
rafe ducks his head, his mouth covering yours. he wraps his arms around your middle, tugging you in close, feeling the way your bodies mould together just as your lips do, sharing dominance back and forth.
rafes hand drops to your bum, giving it a squeeze and using your mouth opening in a moan as an opportunity to thrust his tongue forward, licking and pressing against your own tongue.
rafe tips you backwards and you allow it, falling back onto the bed.
your eyes follow rafes every movement closely, the way he pulls his shirt off and tosses it away, revealing his chiseled torso. you could already tell how strong he was from his arms during drumming, but his physique is even more impressive when he's shirtless.
“like what you see?” rafe asks with a smirk. you blink your eyes to get out of the trance he's put you in enough to take your own shirt off.
“i don't know, do you like what you see?” you ask as rafe crawls onto the bed, his hands gripping over your tits, covered only by a leopard print bra.
“fuck yeah i do.” rafe answers, reaching behind your back to undo the clasp before pulling the bra away, flinging it to the other side of the room as his palms cover your chest again, thumbs finding your nipples and swirling around them until they're hard peaks.
rafe surges forward to kiss you when you let out a moan, unable to keep his lips away from you when you sound so good, fingers continuing to toy with your nipples as his hips slot between your legs, pressing his hard length against your core.
you take it as a cue to move against him, grinding your hips upward, annoyed at the barriers separating you but glad that they'll be gone soon.
“need you naked right now.” rafe pulls away, clearly having the same thoughts you are.
“and i need your cock in my mouth.” you confirm, both sliding off the bed to undress in a rush, hands gliding over the revealed parts of each other's bodies.
you sink to your knees the moment rafe pushes his underwear down, coming eye to eye with his cock, hard and standing away from his body.
“god.” rafe groans, head tipping back as your lips wrap around the head of his cock, giving it a gentle suck. his hands find a place on the back of your head, guiding you down.
rafes cock is large and pushing on your throat but you're unwilling to back down. you breathe through your nose until you're able to relax and take him all the way down.
“shit!” rafe moans out as you begin to drag your lips up and down his length, starting slowly but quickly picking up speed.
rafes hands help guide you, the taste of his skin filling your mouth, not even minding that he just performed a show. the slight tinge of sweat just makes everything better as you breathe in deeply through your nose and flick your tongue against the head of his cock.
despite rafes hands pushing you up and down, he can't control himself, hips slowly rocking back and forth to fuck himself deeper into your mouth.
you have tears in your eyes but don't stop yourself from looking up at rafe, watching his mouth drop in a moan as you make eye contact.
rafe pulls your mouth off of him, smearing the head of his cock over your lips as your tongue darts out to continue tasting him.
“on the bed.” rafe gives your hair a tug upwards. while you want to taste what it's like to have rafe cum down your throat, you need to have him inside of you.
you climb onto the mattress, staying on your hands and knees as you turn to look at rafe with a slight smirk on your face. “you don't have to wear a condom if you don't want. im on birth control.”
“yeah?” rafe says, the mattress dipping as he moves to kneel behind you. “and i can trust ya? not gonna baby trap me?”
“you're not that famous.” you roll your eyes with a smile on your face, making sure rafe knows you're just joking.
rafe laughs, hands squeezing your hips as he angles them upward, your arms bending to display yourself even more for rafe.
“that's it, baby.” rafe takes hold of the base of his cock, running it through your folds, feeling how wet you are.
“come on.” you wiggle your hips, ass shaking. “fuck me already.”
rafe lines himself up with your entrance, hips suddenly pushing forward to sink into your cunt. the sudden thrust and overwhelming pleasure has you falling forward onto your elbows.
“jesus, you're so-” rafe let's out a curse. “so fucking tight.”
you purposely clench your pussy tighter, feeling the way his cock pushes against your walls.
rafe gives you the shortest moment to adjust before he begins fucking into you, thrusting hard as the sound of skin slapping spreads around the tour bus.
“s-shit!” you squeal out, body rocking back and forth with the force of rafe pumping into you.
his hands squeeze your hips, fingers pressing into your flesh as his cock fills you over and over again.
you wonder briefly what your friends are doing, whether they're still talking to rafes other band mates or if the members had gone back to the other tour bus.
you aren't sure if they're aware where you are, but you don't really care in the moment as rafes thrusts speed up, a steady beat showing off his skills as a drummer to keep tempo.
one of rafes hand glides up your back to grip your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail with his fist as he tugs your head back, causing an even louder moan to fall from your lips.
“you like that don't you dirty girl?” rafe chuckles as your moans just increase the more your face gets tipped up towards the ceiling.
“god yes!” you squeal. “don't stop.”
rafe has no plans on stopping the rhythmic motion of his hips, grinding every couple thrusts to touch against the spot that has your body shivering uncontrollably, pleasure so good your mouth just hangs open, unable to even make noise.
“you gonna cum for me?” rafe questions, pounding harder knowing that he can't last much longer.
“fffff-” you get out before moaning and attempting again. “fuck yeah.”
rafe drops your hair, hand moving to wrap around your waist and rub over your clit. the quick motion is all it takes for you to cum, body shaking as you fall onto your face, pleasure coursing through your body causing you to scream out.
rafe groans at your tightness clenching tight around him, and with a few more punishing thrusts, he's spilling inside of you with a moan and filling you up.
rafe grinds his hips as you both come down from your highs until he flops down on the mattress next to you. you straighten out so your ass isn't in the air, but can't even manage to turn to your back.
“that was good.” you giggle. “im glad you weren't too tired from your show.”
“speaking of shows, you gonna come to the one on friday?” rafe asks.
“it's like an hour away right?” you hum, turning your head to look at rafe, giving him a smile that makes his heart beat a little faster. 
“yeah. you can catch a ride on the tour bus.” rafe offers. “just can't mess around before the show and use up all my energy fucking you.”
“but you'll definitely save your energy for after?”
“for you?” rafe reaches over and pulls you tight to his chest. “hell yeah.”
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