#because the only reason this thing ripped in the first place was cause the adjustments my mom made started unraveling

[boyapologist]

MY MANAGER GAVE ME PERMISSION TO ORDER A NEW PAIR OF UNIFORM PANTS!!!!!!

[spaghettiposts]

Video Games

Reader x Wednesday Addams

Summery: Video games are a waste of time in Wednesdays opinion, being with you however is not.

Warnings: First attempt at writing for Wednesday.

A/N: Lemme know if y’all would wanna see more of Wednesday from me I’m thinking about writing for Tara too!

“There are more fruitful things to do aside from staring at a screen all day.”

Lifting your head from your said screen, you raised a judgemental brow. Wednesday sat with her back turned from you, typing away, she had allowed you to sit lay on her bed in the meantime so long as you promised to stay silent. The noises your console gave off broke that promise, one quick narrowed look from the goth had you lowering the volume instantly.

“Like staring at a typewriter all day?” You retorted with amusement in your voice. She paused her typing for a minuscule moment before continuing her steady pace.

“I’ll have you know my writing sessions improve memorization, vocabulary, and keep me from strangling you.” You could see a cocky smirk form on her face. “Consider yourself lucky.”

Shrugging your shoulders you sucked your teeth, a reply fresh on your tongue. “I don’t know, dying in your hands sounds like the most lucky I’ll ever be.”

At that, Wednesday froze, looking down to her paper before ripping it off, a prominent scowl appearing. You grinned to yourself behind the device, knowing damn well you had made her slip up. The small tints of red on her cheeks almost missable, just confirmed that.

“Disturb my writing time again and I’ll throw that…thing off my balcony.” She huffed, folding whatever she did get done during the duration of your visit into a neat pile. It wasn’t much whatsoever, a pattern that only repeated every session you were around.

You simply laughed in response, causing her stomach to grow spiders. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to punch you or shut you up in another form.

In different circumstances she’d respond with haste, quickly dismissing you from her dormitories so she could focus. But for some reason, no matter how close she was to saying no, it never happened. Wednesday supposed that was fine, you weren’t completely irksome.

But if those little noises, coming from your Nintendo? Kept happening she might just come to say it.

“I thought I had warned you to turn off the noise.” She snapped, face scrunching at the weird noises of a man crying. The noise didn’t even resemble a realistic cry, what on earth. “What even is that?” She questioned.

You smiled at the clear curiosity she showed. Not that she’d ever admit. Scooting over on her bed—carefully not to ruin her perfectly folded sheets—patted the space next to you. “Come here and I’ll show you.” You offered, receiving a cold scoff in response. “What? Come on Wednesday. We both know you aren’t getting any more writing done, why not unwind?”

Unfortunately, seeing as she had neatly arranged everything back in its usual place. You were correct, obviously Wednesday refused to let you know that, reluctantly trudging along to her bed. Muttering small things about how “I’d get more writing done if you left.”

“Mhm sure Addams.” You snickered, lifting your arm up to put around her shoulder, bringing her into you. She said nothing, adjusting to the position until she found the perfect spot to rest. On your chest.

“Technology is a man-made brain rotting scam that only diminishes human intelligence.”

“So was romance? I guess you’re into rotting then.”

“Only because you could rot with someone.” She muttered, staring at the game in your hands. The corners of her lips rising when you died, cursing to yourself. “Rot with you.” She added lowly, you almost didn’t catch it but you’re glad you did. You just hope she wouldn’t hear how much you enjoyed it, be still heart.

Feeling bold you pressed a small kiss on her head, leaning your head against hers as you continued playing your game. Later when Wednesday got tired of you mashing those stupid buttons she’d toss the game aside, leaving your full attention on her. Maybe there were more fruitful things you could focus on.

[clearwillow]

Happy Halloween! I had a wild thought and decided to see if I could dress up the few households I've made in the Sims this year. I didn't want to mess up the individual households, so I saved them to the gallery and started a new save so I could put them all in one household. Because I thought it'd be easier to control all eight than travel with one set, then invite the others to the amusement park I built.

Don't do that to yourself if you're only used to keeping watch over 1-2 sims, especially if you leave autonomy on. Under the cut are some notes and more pics when I sent them to the amusement park.

In the first 10 minutes of dumping them all in one house, we had MF!Hanyou Inuyasha and Kagome "woohooing (a butt pat at best) in the kitchen, pissing Youkai Inuyasha off because she was "cheating" on him. (Thanks to MCCC I fixed that because that didn't happen before Lovestruck changed stuff) but this also trapped everyone in the dining room cause no one would walk through there.

Other things you might find funny:

Everyone likes to gather in the bathroom for some reason, and it's always when someone needs to pee.

MW!Inuyasha does not give a shit and will walk through the house naked. Does a full house tour then gets embarrassed. SIR -

They were fascinated with the flat screen tv but continued to watch terrible movies...?

Because I used the WW mod to help adjust poses since I'm still not used to dropping the teleporter object in the right place, I didn't think to disable some...features. The shower has been a favored place for them to go. Again, whenever someone has to pee. I even put in a second bathroom but it wasn't good enough.

Turns out the ones that have hats with their costumes like to keep their hat on at this time. Clicking stop action is not nearly as satisfying as it would be to turn a hose on these sims.

MW!Inuyasha's costume is cut so high that I needed to disable another feature that I originally thought was an odd shadow. Nearly choked on my cough drop when I realized the shrubs needed to be ripped out.

MF!Hanyou Inuyasha's costume is exactly what you think it is IYKYK

No one wanted to actually sleep in a bed. Everyone took turns napping on the couch. I'm glad I didn't go heavy on decorating this house. Ungrateful shits.

At the amusement park lot I made in Windenburg, there's 5 functional rides, a haunted house, go cart course, ferris wheel, some carnival games, and food. Enough to keep sims busy and boy did it...

Gotta appreciate how they picked which cart they got in on their own. Don't remember who won though, I was chasing down another sim.

A couple of the rides on the lot:

And these two idiots 🤣 That's the face of a man who's sitting next to a demon dressed as an angel and realized he could be manifesting disaster.

This haunted coaster was in a basement level of the lot. No joke this was Kagome's face the entire time.

They really liked playing the games and emptying the households funds. Lost track of a sim? Probably throwing darts.

But there's also the haunted house, and if the sim wasn't playing games, they were probably going through the haunted house. Youkai Inuyasha wet himself twice but kept going back.

Sims can also get a scared moodlet (quite a few of them did, like MW!Kagome). MW!Inuyasha was just trying to get a piece of pizza when Kagome runs up to him and just screams. He screams back. 5 minutes later they were making out on the ferris wheel, so I guess she got over it.

I had to pose them in groups outside the haunted house entrance in sets because of clipping issues, but still they are some doozies.

Finally, one bonus image that I happened to get when I was posing them for the big group picture. I had all of them go sit on a hay bale, pose them, then used WW to move them around.

This dumbass decided to do his idle animation right as he sat down. If you don't know what I'm talking about, mermaids and mermen in Sulani will randomly make dolphin sounds. It's as funny as you think it is, because you don't expect it when it happens.

Custom content creators and modders deserve all the love for what they can do, hands down. I am also so sorry for the cursed creations, if any of those creators see this lol

[masterstiles]

Chapter 13: Anchored in Shadows

Stiles adjusted to our new routine in Quantico with his usual enthusiasm. I, on the other hand was having a harder time adjusting, although I wasn’t about to let him know that. It had taken mere seconds for us to decide that we needed to leave Beacon Hills behind.

The Nemeton continued to draw supernatural threats to the town, and we’d decided we had been through too much pain to stay, the threat the town presented was too great a risk that either of us were prepared to take.

And, as if fated, Stiles had received acceptance to an FBI internship, and off to Quantico we went. Much to my father’s protest, he agreed to stay behind, knowing he could be of better use staying with the pack. As for the pack, they understood, it was difficult to leave them behind, but we had to take this chance at a life together, we’d wasted too much time in the past, or rather, my past life, as I’d come to consider it, and we weren’t about to make the same mistake again.

After all, I was only a short “shadow transporter beam” away as Stiles liked to call it. Much to my surprise, I still had a connection to the shadows, although it was seriously diminished and unreliable. I wasn’t sure if, or how I could return to full strength, or if I even wanted that. The shadow council had been decimated by him, by Tēolōtl, the demon that had forced my hand. A small number of them had managed to survive, I could feel them, maybe a dozen or so. I was certain they were the reason I still had any connection to my powers at all. And yet, they alluded me, perhaps they were hiding from me, after all they may not know I was myself again. Having a demon god perish inside your body then ripped from it forcibly, changes you.

The fact is, I feel changed, different…darker than the person I was before, and honestly, I’m not sure if what remains of me will last much longer. I used to be Andrew Argent, a man with purpose, a man of strength and conviction. Now, I hardly recognize the face in the mirror—haunted, hollow, older looking than I remembered. The only thing that tethers me to this world, to my former self is Stiles, the light of my life. That initial connection, that pull I’d felt towards him from the moment I first laid eyes on him was as strong as ever. Ironically, I’d once been his anchor during a supernatural ritual that caused so much pain and strife to all of us. And now, he was the only that holding me in place, keeping me, me. Although, the true extent of just how much I’d come to depend on him, I’d managed to hide behind a supportive façade.

His radiant smile, his gleaming eyes, his deceptively strong arms and loving embrace filled my hollow bones with warmth whenever he held me. I absolutely loved him, and he me, of that I was certain. It made everything worthwhile, especially enduring the nightmares, there was no avoiding them, nor was there hiding them from Stiles. Every night, without fail I’d wake in a cold sweat, gasping for breath, running from demons and creatures that weren’t there. And every night, without fail, Stiles was there to hold me, to remind me that this time, they weren’t real.

And so, this had become my routine, slipping into a rhythm of numbness, alone during the day feeling increasingly isolated, only to be thawed out by Stiles at the end of the day. Tormented by horrors at night and soothed by him until rest found me, and I endured it willingly. This was important to Stiles, he could excel in the FBI, and I would support him, even if just by putting on a brave face.

The truth is, I came with Stiles because I love him, but I didn’t know what my purpose is anymore. How do you go from being an all-powerful shadow wizard, to dead, to possessed by a demonic god bent on world domination, back to human male with occasional, unreliable supernatural powers? Am I supposed to sign on unemployment and hope I find a role that suits me?

“Anything nice planned for your day?” Stiles asked me at breakfast. “Nothing out of the ordinary.” I replied, spooning my breakfast. I caught myself on, sensing his shoulders slump as I tried to rectify my response, “It’s to be nice today, I figured I might go for a walk.” I could tell he didn’t buy it, although a good effort, my acting had just missed the mark.

“Andrew, it’s okay not to be okay,” said Stiles. I heard the words, but my internal monologue screamed at me to put on a brave face. “Honestly, Stiles, I’m fine, they’re just nightmares.” I said with a little more bluntness than I intended but Stiles took the hint, a reluctant grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes appearing on his face, “okay.” He stood from the table and closed the space between us quickly, pressing our lips together and holding them there longer than usual, letting me know he was there for me. Not that I objected, quite the opposite in fact, had he stayed there a second longer the kiss would have changed entirely.

On that note, the sex, oh god, the sex we’d been having and plenty of it, was everything I had ever dreamed of and more. I had explored every inch of his body in its entirety, and he mine, and yet every time I saw him naked it felt like I was seeing him the first time. The beauty spots that dotted across his body, his lean but well-defined chest with the tuft of hair exactly in the centre, or the thick treasure trail that led to his beautiful cock, his cock that bounced tantalisingly off his balls as I’d watch him from our bed as he rushed about our room getting dressed each morning.

Stiles broke this kiss before the memory of his naked body could monopolise my thoughts further. He looked at me, “I love you” he said, not breaking eye contact.

“I love you, too,” I replied without hesitation.

“Love you more,” he replied cheekily, giving me his token wink before he left for the day.

And then I was alone, like every other day, alone with my anxiety ridden thoughts. Thoughts that came with feelings of dread and impending doom, feelings that clung to my chest with an iron grip threatening to crush my heart. These fears and feelings felt ominous, as if something illusive was pulling the strings, someone, or something just out of my line of sight, hazed by the fog that shrouded my past life.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to settle in with these feelings, focused in on them and attempted to identify the root of their cause, almost like a deep meditation, telling myself it was okay to feel this way, that my traumatised inner self was safe, that I was here to protect myself and that I was strong enough to protect myself. I willingly allowed the dread to seep in, something was here, I wasn’t alone. Was it a remnant that had some how survived? No, I would have recognised Tēolōtl’s foul presence instantly, even a suggestion of him and I’d have known. Yet, whatever I was feeling was familiar, I’d felt this bef…

“Andrew? What’re you doing?”

I zoned back into the room, startled by Stiles’ question. He must have forgotten something. “Huh?” I asked.

“Have you been sat here all day?” he quizzed.

“What?” I replied, as I whirled to look out the window, only to find it was past sunset. “I guess time got away from me.”

“Andrew, you can’t continue like this, you have to talk to me, I can’t help you if I don’t know what is wrong.”

His words inadvertently set the blaze alite in my chest, “I’m sorry Stiles, I got distracted.” I attempted to deflect, not wanting to unload more of my problems onto him, after all, things to date hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park for him, yet he was coping okay.

“Please don’t do that, don’t push me away like nothing is wrong.” He pleaded.

The blaze intensified, as my breathing became shallower, getting hard to hide with each breath. “Stiles…I…can’t…I can’t breathe.” His arms were around me before I finished the sentence, guiding me to the floor as he laid behind me.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, I’m here, you’re okay.” He soothed. I could feel the thump of his heartbeat against my back, steady and unwavering, like a lifeline pulling me back from the edge.

I don’t know how long we lay there; it was long after the panic attack had faded. I savoured in his embrace, a safety net I’d never tire of. “What’s going on?” he asked, I wanted to be strong, to keep it all inside, but Stiles’ presence broke through my defences, crumbling the walls I’d built around my heart. The flood gates burst, letting all the raw emotion out.

“I feel so, so dirty,” I cried, “I’m disgusted at what I’ve done, what I allowed that demon to do, I should have been stronger.”

I could see in his face he was struggling to hold back tears of his own, yet he managed to keep them at bay, I knew he was doing it to try and be strong for me. There was no stopping mine at this point, I cried for my sister, I cried for Tēolōtl’s victims, I cried for my friends, I cried for the time stolen from us, I cried for him and the hurt he’d gone through, and I cried for myself. I cried for the trauma I’d been subjected to, for the atrocities I’d been forced to endure, for what had been stolen from me, my life, my morals, my ambition, my innocence.

“I understand…” he comforted, pausing slightly to avoid his voice breaking. “I know what it’s like to see the world darken, to feel like you’re a stranger in your own skin… But I’m here, Andrew. With you.” He paused, contemplating his words, “The Nogitsune stole these from me, too. I watched as it murdered my friends, your sister, tortured you and there was nothing I could do to stop it.” He said, anger tones coming through at reliving it. “You won’t ever forget, and you shouldn’t, but you’ll use that pain in a positive way, because you’re a good person, Andrew. And on the days you struggle, I’ll be here, right beside you.”

He held me tighter then, as my sobs shallowed. It felt good to finally have this release, to talk. He couldn’t instantly solve my issues, but simply knowing he understood felt like half the battle, I wasn’t alone in this.

We moved to bed then, both exhausted from all the pent-up frustration that had clearly been building. Too tired to eat, too tired to shower, we simply undressed and held each other. In his arms, the world felt distant, the shadows of my past muted. With Stiles beside me, the memories faded, replaced by the warmth of his embrace. For the first time since my return, I dared to hope that this… this peace could last.

[darkfantasysworld]

Hey dark. I've been enjoying this blog daily since I found it.

I was wondering if you would do a harpy woman finding a reader who was terrified of heights and deciding to toy with them for a bit in the air. Maybe even threatening to drop them if they get bored.

I've never actually written anything that has to do with harpies for some reason so this is new. I have done other flying creatures (angels, demons w/ wings, and some others) but somehow not a harpy. Sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted, this was the first thing that popped in my mind.

M!mouse reader x F!harpy

You were walking around in a field, praying predators wouldn't find you when you heard a low growl behind you. You ran as fast as you could and heard the canine beastman following you when suddenly you felt something grab your tail, you squeaked but before you could say anything your assailant flew up into the air, the beastman below tried to grab you but the harpy that grabbed you was too fast. You closed your eyes and begged her to put you down but she didn't seem to hear you or didn't care about your pleas. She was holding you by the tail, her talons clamped around it, not digging into it. You were terrified you'd fall and went to grab her legs but she swung you by the tail, making you shake with fear and practically paralyzed you for a moment. "I'll drop you if you move again." You heard the harpy speak, she had the prettiest voice and you felt your cheeks flush slightly. You tried to explain that you were scared of heights but as soon as you started speaking, one of her talons loosened and you squeaked in fear, quickly apologizing.

You had your eyes closed tightly and tried to distract yourself during the flight when suddenly you were placed on top of her, she was flying with her back facing the ground, you'd never seen a do this. You focused on her features to distract yourself, her eyes were emerald green, her hair and feathers were black, you figured she was a crow harpy or some other black bird but you didn't dare open your mouth. She has tan skin, probably due to flying so often. That's when you noticed it, she was completely naked, she clearly had a slight tan line from bikinis or underwear but at the moment she was completely naked with you on top of her. You felt yourself getting aroused, especially since your clothed cock was practically pressed against her cunt but when moved to adjust yourself she moved slightly, causing you to panic and hold on to her. The harpy used her talons to move you a little lower, causing your bulge to rub against her skin. You let out a fearful but slightly aroused squeak, you weren't used to the feeling of rubbing against anyone, especially a pretty harpy. "Take them off. You don't need them." She demanded, clearly referring to your pants. You protested but her talons grabbed your tail, threatening to make you fall if you didn't do what she wanted. You quickly undid your pants and pulled them off, her reaction was to simply grab them with her talons and drop them. You tried to cover yourself, using your remaining clothes and hands but she used her talons to rip your shirt and underwear off. "You look pathetic. Your cock's already hard." She looked at your cock which was only hard because she was naked and made you sit on top of her but you knew you couldn't argue with her, unless you wanted her to drop you. "You're so small." She used her talons to pull you back slightly, you felt your cock slip between her folds and went to move it but she once again moved in a way that scared you. You could feel how slick it was, how warm she was, you tried to focus on anything else but the more you felt it, the harder it was for you to focus on anything else.

You didn't even realize she landed or that you were desperately humping until she laid you down and got on top of you, of course she didn't use her full weight as she sank your cock into her cunt, she was much larger than you. You let out a squeaky moan and came inside of her, your cock twitched inside of her as you felt her move her hips, she seemed to be enjoying toying with you, you knew she couldn't actually feel much because of your size difference so you didn't understand why she was doing this. You protested, wanting her to stop but she didn't. You tried to tell her you didn't want this but she didn't care, she kept moving her hips until you came over and over again. You started to cry, your cock getting sore from cumming, you could barely handle one movement before you came, your tiny body was completely spent as you passed out, only to wake up chained to the bed with a clamor of female harpies clearly ready to use you.

[mpsansy]

When did the Ghostly Trio and Casper die in your version? Like did the Ghostly Trio die before him or vice versa?

I’m still juggling that. Cause currently my brain has been setting it in the early 1900s

(admittedly I wanted to set it in the 1920s or 30s, but backed out when designing them as humans. Felt off the more I thought about it)

Aside from that, I can tell you another thing. An important thing. The tragedy that befalls this family all starts with Casper’s mother passing first. Very unexpected for all involved in the family. She was initially in perfect health and was making progress in moving forward with no contact with her husband thanks to her brother in laws. But then out of the blue, she fell ill and passed away. Not peacefully I’m afraid.

Everyone took this hard, but despite it all, the remaining four members of the McFaddens moved forward. And for a while, things were all over the place. Hard to adjust at first, yet to some surprise? There were people who gave advice and helped out however they could. Some from assistants working in the manor, and others from outside that were friends or associates to the three uncles. And before long, things changed. And it was getting better. Still, unbeknownst to anyone more tragedy would be coming. And the worst thing of it all was that it happened to the youngest of the McFaddens.

Casper was just playing with a family member one rainy day. Doing his best to be careful. He was always so careful because he never wanted to worry anyone. Especially his oldest uncle that he practically saw as a father. A cranky, tall, somewhat slender, long nosed man. Yet dearly beloved by the boy. Jokes aside, the whole property was always kept in good condition. Anything that may have been damaged was always swiftly repaired. But something did break on this day. No one knew how, but it broke and costed a life. A child’s life.

Worst of all, it was at the time where Casper had been away from his family’s gaze. Away from the home. At the end of the day, it was labeled as an accident. Everyone knew that, but for a man that had been raising the boy since he was two? This felt like no accident. Something happened that was out of anyone’s control. And he despised it. He really was not one for spiritual crap, but for some reason… It felt like something from a higher place was snuffing the light out of this family. Deliberately, with no care in sight.

His feelings from all this only amplified when his youngest brother finally arrived from his travels. The father of this now deceased child, J.T. Thing is, he didn’t even know about the child’s passing as he was far too busy to get to the phone or read mailed letters. He only came two times for his own child. Two. And now that he’s finally home, he’s faced with the painful reality of never getting to know what a wonderful person Casper was becoming. No thanks to him.

That whole description of the event could be said for another time. Fact is, this caused the family to split completely. And before J.T knew it, his brothers. His three brothers would soon fall into the same fate as everyone else did. Months after Casper’s passing. Each passing was not pretty. It never was. And J.T saw it all now with open eyes. Till he was the only surviving member of his family.

But to be completely honest with you, he paid this price for wanting something more. Something that he really didn’t take seriously when a woman from across the seas asked him this one simple question:

“Are you willing to sacrifice yourself completely for all this knowledge you crave? For this power you so desperately seek for not just yourself, but your whole family line itself?”

Can you believe this guy took it straight away? Didn’t think of using his brain to think about the bigger implications of what he was wanting. I swear, this man cared so little. Didn’t realize what he was risking till it was ripped away from him permanently

[mauesartetc]

Hi, I want to ask if you could redesign my fan character Wyatt Ryder:

He was blatantly based on Striker, both appearance-and personality-wise, but I made some small details like the seashell decals on his jacket.

Wyatt is a fan character in the world of the anime/manga One Piece. He is a fishman-a humanoid species with fish-like traits based on different types of fish and sealife; there are shark fishmen, octopus fishmen, pufferfish, salmon etc.

Wyatt is a bullshark fishman.

He is a bounty hunter and he rides on a seahorse named Firestorm:

Can you give Wyatt a redesign to make him more distinct from Striker? He should still look suave and confident, and preferably keep his lean but muscular build.

Well, to start with, it'd help if he actually looked like he belonged in One Piece. I'm not that familiar with the series so I had to hop on the wiki for this, but notice all the similarities in how these faces are drawn:

If there's one thing I do know about One Piece, it's that it's not afraid to make its characters look weird. Extremely broad mouths, puffy lips, jagged teeth, and eyes and noses that are tiny compared to the rest of the face. There's a sort of playfulness going on with the proportions, and Eiichiro Oda didn't seem too concerned with making many characters conventionally attractive. (Like I don't know what Wadatsumi's whole deal is but I am very intrigued.)

I made some adjustments to Wyatt's face to make it look more One Piece-ish.

I nixed the mustache since it was taking up space, and I figure the less similar his appearance is to Striker's, the better. (Besides, I'm pretty sure the only reason Striker had a mustache in the first place is because the character his designers theoretically "borrowed" from had one as well.)

I also noticed that the rips in his pants look too perfectly symmetrical, like they were made by a machine rather than a natural result of Wyatt living his life. If you can imagine what in his past might have caused those rips, that will give you a clue as to their number, shape, and size. (But if he's just a city slicker dressing up as a cowboy who's never worked a day of manual labor or taken part in a brawl in his life, the machine-made look might be more fitting.)

As for the "suave, confident" aspect of it, I'd recommend doing some thumbnail sketches of full-body poses that may allude to that, then fleshing those sketches out into finished drawings.

Honestly, I wouldn't have known this guy was based on Striker if you hadn't said so. Cowboy characters aren't that unusual since, well, cowboys existed in real life. But you can also flesh out his motivations and personality traits to make him more distinct.

Hope that helps!

[reagan-the-saunders]

For the Orange Asks;

Vyeshna -🔥 🐦‍🔥

Drahireth - 🌇

Maevynn - 🦊

Zirya - 🦺

Viper - 🎇

👉👈

Oooooo yay! Thank you so much for the ask, I'd love to answer these!

Vyeshna:

There are a few things that motivate her to do... well... life lol.

First, it was rising through the Telvanni ranks, which still motivates her, but it was her life's goal to reach the top since that's what her and her parents wanted.

Then, it was being Nerevarine, which scared her at first, then was exhilarating, then scared her again and caused her an identity crisis as she tries to find the line between Nerevar and herself. Like forcing herself to get along with this new "inhabitant" of her body and mind.

Her main motivation though was her younger sister, Lyrandra. The only family she had left after the Sixth House murdered her parents. Lyrandra was basically her sole reason to fulfil the Nerevarine Prophecy and save Vvardenfell. When Lyrandra turned her back on her, that's when her strength was coming more from her worship of Azura, for a time, any friends she made have made along her journey, and just wanting to help people and break the "all Telvanni are ruthless bastards who care only for their self" mould.

As of now, all of her friends and especially Teldryn are her main drive to live her life. She was always family oriented and when all of that was ripped away from her for 200 years, it was painful to push herself to make her way through life, finding love and friendship again fixed that and made it easier for her.

Well, Vyeshna has dealt with a lot of physical and mental trauma through not only the prophecy, but everything that came after that. Her life before Nerevar was smooth, comfortable, and overall a really good life. Her family loved her, her studies and grades were good, she was a natural pyromancer and never once lit the house on fire.

After finding out she was the Nerevarine, the physical challenges of adventure were hard enough but she loved it. The really issues were, for one, having corprus disease. It stressed her out, she was worried she'd go mad or become warped until she was unrecognisable, but really, it only scarred her shoulder and back, but she was insecure about it for a long time. The scar over her eye was gained way later, during the fight with Dagoth Ur, when one of his claws got her in the face. She's completely blind in that eye and it took a while to adjust to that. Mentally, losing her family damn near ruined her mentally, not to mention dealing with the feeling that killing Dagoth Ur was like killing the best friend she never had. Overall, she was angry because despite saving Morrowind, she lost more than she gained.

Loneliness was quite the challenge she had to face up until Oblivion, when she, Kona, and Zirya saved Tamriel from the Oblivion Crisis. Watch Zirya and Kona's reactions to losing Martin hit her so hard, considering Zirya lost who she considered her best friend and who she was in love with, whereas Kona lost someone she viewed as the saviour of Tamriel, someone with practically her own blood in his veins, dragon blood. One took it personally, the other took it more religiously. It reminded her of how she took all of the losses in her life, and the way all of them affected her in one of the two ways she sees in Kona and Zirya. When the three decided to part ways, that loneliness crept back up on her with even more kick this time.

When she met Teldryn just before Skyrim took place and decided to hire him, she didn't know what to expect. She knew he wouldn't be the warmest company, but she was willing to try to become friends with just about anyone within reason at this point. When the two fell in love it took them by surprise, honestly. I'd say it was Vyeshna who fell first and Teldryn who fell harder. In public, they're a very serious couple. You could tell they're a couple by looking at them, but they really display huge amounts of affection in public. Alone, during the night, evening, and morning, or out in the wilderness is when they'll become the most tender with each other. They both love it that way, it gives them something to look forward to, especially after restraining themselves all day.

Overall, loneliness, physical body scars, and adjusting to pretty much having two people in your head were her biggest challenges.

Drahireth:

⚠️Warning For The Following: Madness, Trust Issues, Loss, Self Harm/Suicide, Murderous & Violent Thoughts & Actions.⚠️

Now, Drahireth prior to the Battle of Red Mountain would be very open minded and kind towards pretty much everyone. Sure, you'd need to earn her trust, but she's always willing to give everyone a chance to prove themself to her and maybe become her friend or associate.

Drahireth after The Battle of Red Mountain and after the Nerevarine Prophecy however, is a totally different story. She's willing to trust no one, it takes so much just to get her to consider trusting Vyeshna, especially after she killed her corrupted husband, Dagoth Ur once Voryn Dagoth, and the relationship between Ur and Drahireth is a story for another day. The only reason Drahireth listened to Vyeshna was because she knew her as Indoril Nerevar during his reign over Morrowind. She viewed him as a friend, and her leader. Drahireth's also completely mad, genius but mad. She has religious trauma, she has deranged speech patterns, her mannerisms are nothing but crazy, and she has murderous thoughts, tendencies, and uncontrollable urges to kill. The murderous thoughts and whatnot are mostly caused by her desire to harm herself and end her own life, but because she's immortal due to corprus disease, she can't, and instead takes her violence out on others and hurts them instead, even thought deep down there is a voice telling her what she is doing is wrong and that it isn't anyone else's fault that she's like this. Vyeshna convinces her to listen to that voice and that is what gains her trust.

During Drahireth's healing and as she slowly gains her sanity back, she grows to be really close to Vyeshna, closer than she ever was to Nerevar during his life. She became friends with most of the others Vyeshna travelled with, but Drahireth felt safe with Vyeshna. There's more on Drahireth I'm working on that I'll hopefully get to share soon.

Maevynn:

Despite the way she acts in a drunken stupor, Maevynn is very smart, smarter than she let's people think at first. She uses it to get ahead, get what she wants, and is always manipulating someone to gain the advantage. She's calculated, charismatic, willing to cast aside her morals, and is always ten steps ahead of everyone at any given moment.

Zirya:

Look, Zirya is cautious because someone has to be. Zirya is careful, thought out, and always thinks before she acts, whereas Rawli is always a leap before you look kind of guy, he's smart, but impulsive.

Zirya was raised to be cautious about everything and everyone, one because of the discrimination she faced being half altmer half imperial, and two because she grew up in Thalmor territory and her father was a resistance fighter against the Thalmor. Zirya also always had her family and friends to look out for, and especially after everything that went down in Cyrodiil, she had to be more cautious than ever.

Viper:

That depends, are we talking full restart or does she know what's going to happen and she just relives all of her memories but gets to play them out knowing what she wants to change? If it's the former, no, she'd want to stay right where she is. If it's the latter, still no, honestly because everything that has happened has shaped who she is as a person. Basically everything in her life has ended with it's worst possible outcome, but she wouldn't change it because it would be disrespectful to herself and everyone she cared about who she lost. She grew up with an argonian, and despite being an outcast and his people not caring one bit about him, he was devout in his argonian beliefs and always wanted to exist in the now. He always told Viper to never look back with regret but instead look forward and seek to make what lies ahead the best she could make it. Viper's father also never wanted her to live in sorrow and regret. Now that she knows who and what she is, he wants her to live to her fullest and let everything that's happened live in the past. Solaris even wanted her to not let his death push her away from anyone else who may try to love her the way he did. She wouldn't change anything about her life, but still regrets what has happened that she couldn't prevent.

There you haves it! Thank you for all the questions, these were fun to answer!

[intersexalastor]

Civilian Dabitwice AU where they meet in a grocery store.

Jin's recently been released from prison for a short stint of robberies years ago and, to no one's surprise, it's been rough adjusting. But he's trying, grabbing at the odd job here and there and somehow finding a place willing to rent to him. His place is cheap but, as one might guess, not the nicest.

And on his rare day off, he decides to go the market. He only plans (and can only afford) a few things, but he mostly plans on wandering around. Halfway daydreaming some of the things he'll buy when he finally saves up enough, like a pot for cooking or maybe a pan first.

But the biggest reason is because he's lonely. And even though it's not the same as spending time with a friend, of which he has none save for that old bastard Giran who found him his current apartment. Though he's worried it might not be mutual. Regardless, it's nice just being around other people, at least.

He's kind of sitting on the edge of a blade, here. Because of course some part of him is hoping he'll hit it off with someone. But who wants to make friends when they're doing their shopping?

When he's moseying down an aisle, he notices somebody else eyeing the upper shelves. Black hair, half-assed box dye job, a few piercings on his face. Scars. Like the skin on his lower face has been warped.

The other guy doesn't move. So Jin pauses when he reaches the same spot and asks him if he needs help getting something.

Other guy looks him over, obviously annoyed. Asks if he knows what "minding your own business" means. Okay. The other one makes sure to let the guy know he's an asshole.

The switch, as brief as it is dramatic, draws a little surprise from this stranger but he doesn't recoil or scurry away like most. Just rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to his shopping.

He doesn't really know what comes over him in that moment. Maybe it's because this guy didn't treat him like a freak, even if he was an asshole. Maybe it's because this guy's an asshole that made him even more determined to help.

He quickly realizes his mistake, however, when he tries, um, lifting this stranger. Well, not tries, really. He does it pretty easily, wrapping his arms around this guy's waist and hoisting him up.

It's the spurts of fire that flash in his face and the scrambling from his fellow shopper that causes him to reassess exactly what the fuck he is doing right now and drops the guy to his feet.

The guy looks like he's about to jump into a tirade but is too flabbergasted to rip into Jin. And without thinking, Jin falls to his hands and knees and offers the other guy to climb up to get whatever.

At first he's unsure of whether or not he's making this way worse. At least he's not being yelled at, but the other guy isn't saying anything at all either.

Just when he's about to get up and retreat, he feels a boot on the small of his back. The sensation is followed with a threat about scorching Jin if he lets him fall.

By the time Jin's brushing dirt and sticky old price tag off his hands, he notices the jar of chili oil this guy's holding.

And Jin apologizes, offering his name. And, hesitant for a moment, Touya gives his. Feeling embarrassed and afraid it might cause him to split, he decides he needs to get out of there right now.

Until he realizes Touya's catching up to him, looking both annoyed and embarrassed himself. Then Touya offers to buy him lunch, much to his surprise.

And he immediately accepts because 1) free food and 2) as weird as the situation was, he didn't have much room to judge, and he's excited at the prospect of getting to talk to someone who isn't being paid to be around him for several hours.

Touya makes a face when he suggests a quick place down the street, but ultimately complies. Later divulging that his father raised him super strict; almost all meals were traditional growing up, nothing outside of Japanese homecooking (and specifically his father's taste). So it makes it a little more satisfying when Touya looks like he's seen the face of god at his first bite.

And he must've done something right, because Touya admits halfway through their meal that there's a gigantic ass bootprint on the back of Jin's white t-shirt. Touya offers to buy him a new one and Jin initially refuses but eventually accepts when Touya makes it clear he's to stubborn to accept a no answer.

And after a little shopping, they end up exchanging numbers. And Jin's happy as a lark, walking all the way home with a skip in his step.

[jeweledstone]

Dream Lore Recap Part 1: In which Fresco goes through his Villain Arc ™

Okay

So

I’ve been having some wacky dreams lately and all of them have bits of lore development (some more than others) that I just HAVE to write down on here since that’s basically what my purpose in the Omniverse is canonically speaking. I’m breaking this dream lore dump into 4 parts (one for each individual dream) to make it easier on myself since I’ve been procrastinating WAY too long on this.

Okay, so the first dream takes place in the Frescoverse (a common verse for my dreams to take place in I’ve come to find, low key wish I could visit that place physically cause it is wild). It started out how Fresco dreams normally start, me and my family spending a day at one of the verse’s many entertainment buildings/attractions. It was all fun and games until some kids that were there ended up getting hospitalized after being exposed to FUCKING MUSTARD GAS of all things by accident while playing there. It was after the horrific event that I learned from a random bystander what the hell was going on.

Turns out the Frescoverse wasn’t as sunshine and rainbows as I thought it was. Though socially and economically speaking the place is thriving, people were still getting into danger almost every day due to there being little to no safety regulations for the many entertainment facilities the verse is known for. (Most commonly in the form of dangerous animals or objects left uncontained/out in the open with no supervision where they can easily injure guests) (Not to mention the bad habit facilities had of trapping guests in their buildings (or worse killing them) overnight if they don’t leave by closing time) I already knew about these kinds of problems, but I didn’t know it was as bad of an issue as it is.

This is where our favorite Dr. Wondertainment rip-off, Fresco Ferdinand, comes in. From what I understand, the safety regulation stuff has gotten better ever since Spamton took control of the verse, but Frez’s company seemed to be the only one who refused to adjust to the new rules and stuff. And the only reason he was able to get away with it for so long was because he was such a high profile reality bender who was very active in multiversal politics. (Including participating in the expansion and improvement of The Web)

Luckily for everyone else, I was also a high profile person in the multiverse and was able to call him out on his bullshit and, after he attempted to murder me for whistleblowing his ass, got him arrested. As for the fate of Fresco Incorporated, I ended up taking Frez’s place as their owner/CEO and basically ended splitting up its assets to multiple companies since I am extremely against any company having that much power.

So yeah, from what I get that verse is a bit more chill now that THAT nonsense is over. Here’s to hoping less people are getting hurt or killed for the sake of hedonism now. Just goes to show, never trust a corporation of any kind, no matter how chill and based they make themselves seem.

[kiridarling]

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎.

katsuki bakugou | competitive sex + f!reader + pro hero!kats + hickeys + hair-pulling + ripping clothes + a surprise guest + more! minors dni.

— 1.8k words

"Text Shitty Deku we're gonna be little late."

“Katsuki. Hands off.”

The ash-blond sighs, grumbling like the petulant child he is before forcing his hands to his sides. Glaring at you through the mirror, he grunts, “Fuckin’ why.”

"Because I'm trying to get ready and you're in the way." You swat his hands away and reach for a brush, rolling your eyes when he ignores everything you just said in favor of hooking his chin around your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. You shrug him off, "Now move."

In your defense, you've been pushed to your limit.

You two are already late enough for the Gala as it is, you know, the one that's exclusively for pro heroes. And yet, for some reason, today's the day your boyfriend's brain seems to be in his dick.

Katsuki digs his teeth into your neck, hard enough to make you whimper before you rip his head away by the strands of his hair. He growls in frustration, the grip on your waist ever-tightening.

"Y'know...if people saw the type of shit you pull in private, they'd think you were the aggressive one."

"You let me get away with it," you respond absentmindedly, leaning towards the mirror until the cool from the counter presses into your gut. Mistake.

"Right. I've been too fuckin' soft, huh?" Katsuki says more to himself than to you before he's forcing you over the sink with a heavy hand on your back; the metal from the faucet knocks you in the collarbone. "That shit changes today."

"I—Kats, we don't have ti—" but the indisputable sound of ripping cloth bounces off your bathroom walls, and the addition of cool air brushing your inner thighs implies precisely what you hope he didn't just do.

His phone clatters on the counter before he's nudging your legs wider, nestling between them, and settling on his knees.

"Text Shitty Deku we're gonna be late."

"Katsuki Bakugou, did you just rip my fucking stockings?" You howl, grip tightening around the marble countertop in fury. Katsuki growls, delivering a heavy slap to your ass.

"I said fuckin' text him."

Your chest rises and falls with indignance, and yet you're punching in the code to his phone anyway, telling Izuku to reserve two spots at the table next to him because you two won't be able to do it yourselves.

"D'ya send it?" Katsuki asks, having a blast as he kneads your exposed ass to the point where it's sore. You nod, dropping the six-by-four box onto the countertop in resignation, and the ash-blond's chest rumbles at that, hand disappearing only to crack back down twice as hard. "Good girl."

Pushing your panties to the side, Katsuki wastes no time in sliding in his finger to the first knuckle, grinning when you shudder against him. You squeal as his teeth graze your inner thigh, and he hikes your knee onto the couch, dismissing how much you complain about the burn.

"What? Can't get a better view?" He growls, cheeky bastard, before he's sucking a hickey into your thigh because he knows you like it and pushing his finger in the rest of the way. You narrow your eyes, glaring at the small sliver of his smug face you can actually see in the mirror—and he's quickly filling you with a second finger, chuckling at your moan.

"You shouldn't have a view in the first place," you grumble, insistent on standing your ground. "You should be viewing the road because we're supposed to be driving right now."

"That's a real fuckin' pity then," Katsuki responds apathetically, lips pink as he moves to suck another hickey—closer to the apex of your thighs this time. You whimper as he scissors his fingers and passes a messy thumb over your clit, hips burning from holding this position for so long. With a final lick, Katsuki pulls away from his third or fourth mark (you're not too sure) and smacks his lips. "On the sink."

"On the c—Katsuki we have to g—wah!"

Katsuki takes it upon himself to hook his arms under your thighs and hoist you onto the cool thing, sending all miscellaneous bathroom items flying. You sigh, accepting the fact that you're probably not going to make it out of the house tonight as your back kisses the freezing glass, and Katsuki pushes your knees as far back as they'll go.

He curls a lip, and then he spits, getting saliva all over your pussy and thighs, and it's wholly and utterly lewd. And yet, you bite your lip at the feeling, and he grins, knowing you like it just as much as you'll say you hate it.

"You're a fuckin' dirty girl, y'know that?" Katsuki's eyes go dark. You huff, threading a hand through his ash-blond locks to tug—and you're the one grinning when he moans.

"I'm not the one who's making us skip a mandatory gala to get his dick wet," you quip with a raised eyebrow, and your hand never leaves his hair. "Am I?"

Katsuki growls with a curled lip, but you know better, and so does the clammy grip on your thigh. You tug on his hair again, and suddenly you're full of him, yelping in surprise as your arms scramble for his back for better purchase instead.

"What was that?" He asks breathily, hiding a groan behind a bitten lip. You're just thankful he's giving you time to adjust, or so you think, until he almost pulls out entirely before his hips snap forwards as hard as they can, knocking your spine into the mirror and a bottle of lotion onto the floor.

You moan, hands searching for his hair again because you know it's one of the only things that will provide a one-up—Katsuki bares his teeth at that, bending over to suck a mark into your neck and his hips continue to fuck you into tomorrow.

"You fit like a goddamn glove," Katsuki wheezes, the grip he has around your stocking-covered thigh edging on bruising. "So tight around me—fuck—"

"K-Kats—" you grapple for his dress shirt so hard it tears, causing you to crash against the counter and make more of a mess that's already been made. The ash-blond's hips don't do anything but speed up though, filling you to the point where a deep breath feels like too much.

"Fuck baby, you're so goddamn needy," Katsuki grabs your attention by your jaw with a gritty chuckle, "But this shit's only for me, ain't it? 'Cause you're fuckin' mine."

You whimper with a nod, nails latching onto hot and sticky skin now. Katsuki hisses as they rake down his back, but that only makes you want to dig in harder.

"Fuckin' say it—tell me you're mine and no one else's," he challenges with a glint in his carmine red eyes, and something in your gut churns underneath it. Something painfully primal and raw, which has you howling out:

"'M yours, only yours!"

You jolt when his thumb returns to your clit and refuses to let up. Katsuki growls at that, somehow finding the stamina to speed up—and gripping your shoulder for leverage. You moan, eyes fluttering as his cock reaches the deepest it has tonight, and you’re sure Katsuki can tell as well if his curse is anything to go by.

Ring, ring! Ring ring!

Surprisingly, Katsuki's phone survived the purge and still sits on the counter, albeit teetering on the edge of absolute destruction. The ash-blond catches it before it falls and has the nerve to swipe right, not allowing you to fit in an objection or any say in this at all.

"The fuck do you want, Deku?" He grunts, putting the phone on speaker before he sets it back down. You eep in protest, but all he does is mouth the words quiet, baby. So you're huff, biting onto the meat of your palm for extra precaution.

"Um, Kacchan? Where are you guys?" The greenette's voice echoes off the bathroom walls to the point where it's nearly comical how clueless he is, and yet Katsuki refuses to slow down. "People are starting to ask when you're getting here..."

"Not fuckin' goin'," Katsuki's sweat drips from his brow onto your chest, and all of a sudden, you're aware of how painfully close you are, but hold back in fear of making too much noise. Izuku sighs through the phone, and you can feel his disappointment from here.

"I—Kacchan, you can't just opt out of these things, you know," Izuku says, echoing your words from earlier. "Mandatory means you have to attend."

"Yeah, well, I got better shit to do, Deku," the ash-blond spits, though he's grinning like the devil because the asshole knows you're close, he can just tell at this point, and you hate how well he knows your body.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to go, Kacchan!" The pro-hero shrills, voice peaking out of pure frustration. "This is mandatory. As in, M-A-N-D-A-T—"

Katsuki hangs up.

"Why is everyone so goddamn mouthy these days?" He grunts, primarily to himself, and somehow you have the will to giggle. Katsuki's eyebrows furrow as you tighten around him, spurred when the head of his cock nudges the perfect spot, and his nails start to tear into what's left of your stockings as he shudders, "I—fuck baby, I'm gonna cum."

"What? Being on the phone with Izuku got you all riled up or something?" You jest breathily, and Katsuki growls, slapping your outer thigh.

"Don't fuckin' bring the nerd up right now," he wheezes, and you resist the urge to quip back—mainly because you're close yourself. You reach to pull Katsuki's hair again and his hips stutter, eyes fluttering with a breathy moan as he finally fills you up, keening over to dig his teeth into your neck. And his orgasm is only the catalyst for your own, thumping your hands against his chest as your body ignites like a live wire, toes curling and eyes screwed shut.

Katsuki stays seated in you as he catches his breath, head resting on the cool mirror with his ash-blond hair mattes brown to his forehead. He's always uncharacteristically soft while basking in his afterglow, face and chest flushed bright red from exertion as his eyes soften in a way he rarely lets them.

"You good?" He pants, chest still heaving as he blinks down at your exhausted figure. Somehow, you find the energy to nod.

"I don't feel like leaving anymore, though," you declare towards the ceiling. Katsuki clicks his tongue.

"Was hopin' you'd say that," he says gruffly—you narrow your eyes but bite your tongue. "Wanna watch a movie?"

A movie doesn't sound...bad.

You sigh in defeat (again), though jolting when Katsuki's phone rings. He quickly presses red, and 9 missed calls from shitty fucking deku is the first notification on his home screen. You two share a look—the ash-blond shrugs.

"What? I told the fucker I had better shit to do."

wrote this for a friends bday and i was like,,,i guess i could put it here too...

[mysticalrambling]

Ending It All Part 2 (C.E)

A/N: Here you go guys. Much awaited part 2 is here. I am so in love with this particular fan fiction and hope you guys like it. If you want me to write any blurbs related to this series, do let me know.I am open to requests.

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Part 1 

Chris Evans Fan fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Chris regrets divorcing you and he tries to mend the relationship. However, you have already moved on with Tom Hiddleston and are quite happy. He has to just stand back while you and your children become closer to Tom and it is all his fault.

Warnings: Angst all the way.

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“Coming in?” Chris turned his face towards you with a questioning look in his eyes.

“No, I have some work. Just wanted to drop the kids off myself.” Your ex husband’s house was on your way so you just saved him a trip.

“Not even for coffee, darling?”

“Sorry but I will have to say no.” You still got flustered when he called you with nicknames. You had once decided to tell him to stop calling you with all these terms of endearment but you couldn’t build up the courage to do it.

It has been over a year since your divorce and the moment you think you are over him, he is right there to bring those feelings back. You were a mess when he moved out and you had to see him on the weekends for the kids. It looked like you were drowning and you couldn’t come up for fresh air. It was exhausting but after several months, it didn’t hurt that much. It didn’t feel like your heart was tearing into shreds. You felt numb but that was better than feeling like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

“That’s fine. See you Sunday?”

These were the only few sentences that were spoken between the two of you since the divorce. This was your new normal and you were starting to adjust to it. “Yeah, bye.”

“Who wants pancakes?” Sighing, he turned around and asked in a fake, cheerful voice. He didn’t get to be disappointed. These were the the seeds that he sow and he had to reap the results.

“I do.” A collective chorus came from the living room as they had already started to play with Dodger. Dodger was adopted from a shelter home about two weeks into the divorce. Loneliness was a destructive force and Chris hadn’t come to that realization until he was sitting in his home at eight, all alone. No laughter, no mess, no companionship. He went out that day and got a new dog. The apartment was eating him alive because it was a reminder of his ‘new life’. More like his ruined life.

“Daddy, you goin’ to be there for my match?” Jace looked up at his father and hoped that he wasn’t going to say no. There have been too many occasions this past year where he was not there for his children like Easter or Mia’s first day of school. He was either too busy with his career or he couldn’t bear to be with his family knowing that he wouldn’t be going home with them. He wasn’t strong enough to handle that truth.

“I’ll be there but I have work afterwards so I can only be there for half time.” The apologetic tone was all too familiar to the kids now so they just stayed quiet.

Chris noticed their disappointed look and continued, “When I get back, we’ll go to Disneyland for the whole weekend.”

“Mommy and Tommy will be going as well?”

Stopping in between making the pancakes, he asked with a venom laced tone, “Tommy who, Jace?”

“Mommy’s new friend. We like him.” Your son continued petting the dog without realizing the damage he is doing to his father. “New friend” was always a code for boyfriend and Chris didn’t know what to do with that information.

He knew that you had gone on a few dates with Tom Hiddleston because of the paparazzi. But he didn’t know that you both were serious. Your kids knew about him so it was pretty damn serious.

“He won’t be going with us.” Speaking with finality, he resumed cooking. You were his and that was not going to change. He knew he was being unfair but when it came to you, he lost all rationality.

“But he is our new dad.” Mia whined from her place and Chris just looked at her with a wounded look. His babygirl was putting someone else in his place.

His voice boomed throughout the house and both the kids looked at him with tears in their widened eyes, “I’m your only dad. Don’t you ever say that.”

“‘m sorry, daddy. Didn’t mean to make you mad.” Her chin wobbled and Chris was quick to realize his mistake. It was not your children’s fault. It was not your fault. It was his fault.

“Not your fault, baby. But you only have one daddy and that’s me.” Kissing her forehead, he wiped the single tear that managed to escape her blue eyes.

“’kay.” The kids got distracted again but Chris did not forget. He was still seething from the inside because Tom may have taken you away from him but he damn well couldn’t take his children.

They all get ice cream afterwards and the kids fall asleep in their rooms that Chris built from scratch. It was a lengthy process because he just kept remembering the times when he decorated their nursery with you. Such a beautiful memory and he was ruining it. The guilt ate him up inside when he realized that he may not get to ever decorate a nursery for your children again. He may not get to expand his family with you again. Again, it was his fault.

“Sorry, ‘m late. Work was hectic today.” Everything was so busy today because your boss signed up a new contract and he has been impossible to work with. You just wanted to go home and sleep for the whole week.

“It’s okay. They’re sleepin’ upstairs. Listen, we need to talk.” He was too consumed by anger and hurt to notice that you were too exhausted for everything.

“Go on.” You urged him, figuring that he might say that he won’t be able to make it to your son’s match. This was what most of your conversations were based on; him saying that he is too busy to be present at occasions related to your children.

“Why are my children referring to your boyfriend as dad?” He nothing but spat that sentence.

“I- I didn’t know about any of this. I’ll talk to them.” Stuttering, you tried to mediate the situation but nothing seemed to get through to him at the moment.

“No need. I already did that but for next time, keep your boyfriends away from my children.”

“Our children and I don’t let anyone near my children. We are serious.” You were offended by his crude tone and you weren’t just going to let him walk all over you.

“You can’t be serious with him. As a matter of fact, you can’t be serious with anyone.” Your ex husband declared it like it was a law. He didn’t know how to react to what you said. All the pain was converted into anger because that was his current form of expression.

“Are you serious?” This was all too much for you to handle. How could he say that?

“Yes. You only belong with me. I regret it so much (Y/N).” Chris’s expressions told you where he was going.

“Oh, stop. You can’t just do that. Can’t come bargin’ in my life and mess it all up again. I am happy.”

Chris reached out his hand but you took a step back. He was not allowed to touch you anymore. “I was mistaken. My career is not above you, darlin’. Never was.”

“You made me feel worthless. You made me feel as if I was the reason our marriage ended. Won’t allow myself to get sucked back into this relationship.”

“I know I broke our family. I tore us apart and didn’t even apologize for it properly. I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” There was a stream of tears running down his face and you wanted to wipe them away but you resisted.

There were still times when you wished that you were still happily married to Chris. That you still had your perfect, little family. The divorce made you feel worthless and lonely. There were times when you couldn’t even look at your children because they were the exact replica of your ex husband. You once adored the fact that they were his carbon copy. However, now you couldn’t help but get angry. How could he leave little pieces of himself behind and think that you could move on with your life.

It was all because you were with another man. He never said all these things when you were alone and you suffered from depression. There were days when you couldn’t get out of bed to get your kids ready for school. You knew that Jace had informed him because he was really worried about you and he always shared his troubling thoughts with Chris. But he didn’t do anything about it. He stayed quiet and you had to pull all the pieces back together yourself. It was all tape and glue. Your ex husband didn’t get to come back and dismantle your progress. You wouldn’t let him.

“You can’t do this. Can’t come back. I am with Tom now so stop trying to fix things that you already broke.” Your face was red with anger and all the energy was drained out of your body.

“Please, just give me a chance.”

“No!” You couldn’t choose Chris again. You had to choose yourself. You chose to think about your needs and your feelings for the first time in seven years. That’s why you agreed to go on a date with Tom. He surpassed your expectations the first time and you knew that he could be your partner. No one could compare to Chris but Tom made his own place in your heart and you were glad about it. You continued on, “Tom is good for me so please don’t ruin my happiness again.”

Tom was great. He was good with the kids and he was slowly becoming an integral part of your life. You still missed Chris because that man was the love of your life for seven years and those feelings can’t just disappear with a single piece of paper. You were glad to have Tom in your life and you knew that as time would pass, you will love him with your whole heart. However, a small part of you would never forget Chris and would always wonder about the what ifs. What if you were still together? What if you had more children? What it you got to grow old together? Broken dreams are what hurts the most.

“I don’t want to be a cause of that. Not again. But I want to make things right.” He unintentionally came closer to you, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. Sorry I wasn’t there for our kids. Sorry that I broke you, baby.”

“A sorry doesn’t fix anything.” His chest was hallowing from inside out but he didn’t want to back down. Not now. Not ever.

“Just answer one question for me. Are you truly happy?” A tremble was prominent in his voice but you tried to ignore it.

“I-I am. For a long time, I wasn’t but I am now.” You spoke with such conviction that he knew you were over him.

You would always love Chris but now it was time for you to move on with your life. It was time to leave the past and delve into the future. Chris would always own a piece of your heart but you are going to allow Tom to have an opportunity as well. You will open your heart again to love. You were sure now.

“Okay. I will get the kids for you.” He backed off like he promised he would. You knew at that moment that it was all over.

Watching you drive away with his kids was heart breaking for him and he just watched helplessly. Chris still wanted to cry, beg and apologize. He wanted you to take him back but it was all his fault. He ruined you once, he couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t interrupt your new life. It doesn’t all revolve around him but he was okay to remain on the sidelines while you enjoy your life. He will be there for you if you needed him.

You are happy and that should be enough for him but he wants to be selfish again. He wants to fight for you but it’s all too late. You were with someone else. He lost his chance.

Wednesday rolled in pretty quickly and Chris dreaded going to the match. You were going to be there with your new boyfriend but he didn’t want to miss his son’s game. He could only be there till half time already so it wouldn’t be that awkward.

“I just wanted to be here for Jace. Won’t cause any problems.” Chris took a seat beside Mia when he saw you shifting uncomfortably. The seat that should have belonged to him was currently being occupied by your boyfriend but Chris just bottled up all his feelings. It was not right to still think of you as his wife.

“It’s okay. Let’s just forget about everything.” You wanted to move on and did not want anything to hold you back.

“Okay. Mia, you want Kit Kat?” Offering her a large chocolate bar, he started talking with his daughter so that he could distract himself from you and Tom.

“What is happening, love?” Tom questioned when he saw that his former co-star did not even glance at him properly.

Chris and Tom were not the best of buds but they were still good acquaintances. He thought that dating you wouldn’t be a problem because Scarlett had informed him that Chris was the one who asked for divorce. However, this situation made him realize that Chris was jealous. He still had feelings for you and Tom didn’t know how to react to that.

“Nothing of importance. Let’s just focus on my baby boy.” Saying that, you cheered for Jace as he made his first goal. He was an exceptional player like his father and you knew that he would pursue football as his career. Jace was really passionate about football. If Chris didn’t become an actor then he would have definitely tried out for football.

There were times when he used to take you to the park so you would play with him. It was your thing. Maybe he had replaced you with someone by now as well but what you didn’t know was that Chris had stopped playing football altogether. Like many things in his life, it reminded him of you and it was just too much to bear.

“You are doing great, buddy.”Jace immediately asked Chris to pick him up as you gave him his Captain America water bottle. It was half time and Chris had to leave for shooting. He was getting late but he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

“Thank you, mommy. Ollie doesn’t listen to me that much so coach is angry at him.” Babbling on, he rested his head on his father’s shoulder.

“Okay, buddy. I have to leave now but I will call you when your game is finished.”

“Won’t be going with us to Chick-fil-A?”

“Uhh-” He cluelessly glanced at you because he didn’t know what his son was talking about.

“I wanted to give him a treat after the match.” Tom butted into the conversation to prove that he was a part of the kid’s lives as well.

Chris could have actually made it to the restaurant because he would be free in an hour tops. However, he decided against it. He had to take a step back for you. Of course, he would be there for his children but Tom should be given a fair chance as well.

“I won’t be able to make it buddy. You enjoy with Mommy and Tom. I’ll take you and Mia to Disneyland this weekend as I promised.”

“Okay, daddy. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” Giving him to you, he turned to leave. It was hard for him to do this but it had to be done. Chris wiped his eyes discreetly as he saw you all laughing together. This was his fault and he would have to bear the consequences.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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[xydamcg]

Two rights don’t make a wrong part 4.

Pairing: Ekko x gn! Reader

Cw: physical and mental torture, cursing

Summary: Jinx takes you to The Last Drop where you meet Silco once again and he uses you as his newest guinea pig. You slipped away once, not again.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Softs whimpers and groans left your lips as you heard someone calling you awake. “Hey, sweet face..wake up…Hey!” You shook your head as the last events you remembered played in your head. Blinking quickly letting your eyes adjust you see the blue haired nut case sitting in front of you. “Their awake..” she sang as she rose from the desk before walking around it to the large chair. You went to move but only could move your fingers and toes, everything else was tied to the wooden chair you sat upon.

“Let me go.” You whisper as jinx smirked and turned the large chair behind the desk. Your eyes widened as you saw Silco in the chair. Flashbacks sparkled your memory at the sight of that retched man, your eyes watered but you never let those tears fall. You wouldn’t waste those tears on him, not anymore. “Well well well, if it isn’t my little shimmer.” Silco cooed as you grit your teeth. “Don’t call me that.” You said with a new found hatred for him. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, you slipped from my grasp so quickly. Your parents wouldn’t be too happy with me about that.” He continued. “Shut up! You don’t get to speak of them. You’re the reason they’re dead!” You yelled. “I’ll kill you, I’ll rip you too pieces! I’ll give you a matching eye to that other one Vander gave you! I’ll make you wish you never found me again!” You screamed with rage, Jinx growled before slamming her hand on the table making your firey eyes look toward her. “Watch your mouth rat when you’re talking to him. Or I’ll make you eat all those words.” Silco smirked as he held his hand up to Jinx telling her it was enough. She retreated with a roll of an eye and a cross of an arm. “You’ve grown so much since I last seen you, why don’t we pick up where we left off hm, take a trip down memory lane?” Silco questioned before jinx let out a laugh. “What?” You ask before the familiar sleepy feeling as there was a sting in the side of your neck. The world around you went black once more.

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You woke with a start, your eyes shooting open as there was nothing but a single light on above you. You tried to move your limbs but were bound once again. You couldn’t move your head as you tried to see what was around you. “Hello?” You called out, your voice croaking as you felt how dry it had been. “Oh so you’re awake again?” Silco questioned entering your view. “I’m so glad I found you my shimmer. You were one of my many loose ends from that life, one of the loose ends I need to tie off. What’s the best way to do that than bringing you into the cause.” He explained showing you a vial of shimmer. The liquid that you and Ekko and the others have been trying to destroy since it was brought to life in the undercity by Silco, singed and his henchmen. “Silco don’t you dare!” You fought harder now against the restraints that held you to the padded table.

When you were younger, your parents were the first in line as Silco’s right and left hand to distribute and test the chemical in their systems. It wasn’t stabilized back than like it supposedly was now so your parents became the monsters they were suppose to protect you from. They became the people you were told to stay away from, they became like that because of Silco. He brainwashed them into the promise land of wealth and a life out of the undercity. A better life for their child, they trusted Silco so much that they made him your ‘god father’. Your care taker when they were no longer living in this terrible place. You knew what caused their untimely death, Silco and those promised words. “Shh Shh it’s okay now. You won’t feel a thing, you won’t end up like them. I swear, you’re under my care now. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He cooed as he brushed your hair from your sweaty face. “I promised them I’d take care of you..and now I can.” Silco finished as he pressed a soft kiss to your hair line. Silco disappeared from your vision before Singed appeared, he chuckled evilly down at you a syringe of shimmer in hand. “Silco! Don’t do this please! I’m begging you please don’t. I ‘ll do whatever you want just please don’t make me take it! Please!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as Singed cleaned your inner elbow area. The restraints didn’t even give an inch at the thrashing you were doing. Tears pooled from your eyes, your voice cracking the more you yelled, the more the fear sunk deep into your bones. Your body trembled with waves of fear and pain from aching that still hadn’t healed from earlier in the day. So many regrets filled your head now. You wouldn’t get to apologize to Ekko for being so fucking stubborn and you wouldn’t get to tell Mu thank you for everything he’s done and how much you appreciate him taking care of not only you but everyone. You’d give anything to get another minute with all of them and this just sent you spiraling out of control. Silco had Singed gag you and even then you didn’t shut up so they gave you what Jinx called the Zaps. Zaps in sane people context was simply electro-convulsion therapy. They wanted you to calm down so they did the very worst thing you could do to a person, they fried your brain.

Seeing stars and feeling numb, fuzzy even didn’t make what came next easy to bare on the physical or mental body. As Singed injected the purple chem liquid into your veins, your heart seized up immediately before kicking into hyper speed. It was compensating for all the blood in your body being attacked by the shimmer, all the rewiring in your body, and the shift in the DNA that made you well you. You were only conscious for about five minutes after being injected with the shimmer before passing out. It felt like you had died and been reborn again when you woke for the millionth time in your short life span. The things around you were blurred like you were looking through foggy glass on a rainy day, the stench of filthy water and garbage filled your nose as you brushed shoulders with life once again. Where were you? You groan as your head felt split open and was just hanging together with the last few strings you could find. Pushing yourself to your feet from the foul ground of what appeared to be an alley way you shivered at how cold you felt. Glancing down you noticed you were missing most of your clothing but your tank top and underwear. You had explained earlier what happened if you slept to hard in the under-city..you became an example quickly. Bruises littered your body head to toe, cuts dug deep into your wrists, waist, shoulders, ankles, and neck from the straps that bound you to that awful table. Your temples were a dark purple color from the head cover that shocked you to no end. Outside from your bruise and tattered outer body your inner body was doing a whole lot better not that you could tell anyway. You just knew you were hurting and you were alone, you wanted to be home.

You feet carried you before your mind told them to do so, as you took in your surroundings you noticed you have been on the out outskirts of the under-city which meant a long long walk to the hide out. You didn’t know what day it was, how long you’d been gone, where you were exactly but your inner compass was pushing you in the direction of the place you called home. There were very few people found on the out outskirts of the undercity but as you got closer to the populated area you manage to snatch a shirt from a stand you passed by quickly throwing it over you head to cover you nearly nude body. People who passed by you kept giving you weird glances so you had to see what they were looking at. Yes you looked like shit but come on really? You snatched a mirror from a patron at a stand and looked at your reflection. The mirror cracked immediately at first glance, you quickly took off running to a near by trash can where you released the contents of your stomach. Your reflection had startled you more than anything, your eyes were an odd colored lilac and your hair was bone white. “Eh kid! You gonna pay for that mirror!” The owner yelled coming out into the street but you had began to take off running, electricity shooting through your feet as you dashed through the crowd of people. You couldn’t get caught not now, not ever. Feeling like you had lost the owner of course, you slowed your run to a jog then a walk. You tugged the shirt down over your thighs to keep any looky lous from getting too much of a wank off you as you walked through the bowels of the undercity.

The moon as left and came again when you arrived at the main pipe to the hide out. You didn’t know how you managed to climb the broken wall to the pipe but you had. Your feet moved faster as you saw the entrance not to far off. You had been walking for a day and a half no rest to get back in the safety of the hide out, back to the familiarity you missed so much. As you reached the rolling door you stopped, what if they didn’t want you here? What if they didn’t recognize you? What is they decided to just move on and forget about you? What is they saw you as a monster? Your thoughts attacked you worse than anything else ever could. Exhausted from the past days you weakly gave the signature knock. It wasn’t seconds before the door rolled open.

“..Y/N.” Chuggus questioned as you stepped onto the soft dirt from the pipe, your body shaking from the overwhelming emotion of someone remembering you even in the horrible state you’ve been put in. The door rolled closed behind you with a heavy thud making you jump slightly. “Where have you been? What the hell happened to you? Ekko has been search all of under city and piltover for you.” Chuggus explained as he removed his jacket to place around your shoulders. Your ears perked up hearing Ekko’s name. “Where is he?” You questioned Chuggus guiding you to Mu’s tent. “Out, still looking for you..” he said as you two ducked into the tent. Mu turned as he held a few clean bandages which soon dropped to his feet at the sight of you. “Y/N..sit sit.” He said in disbelief pointing to a bed but you quickly shook your head. “No! No..bed.” You denied afraid of being strapped down again. “Hey..” Mu said catching your attention. “You’re safe..you’re home.” He assured with that soft smile he always gave. You still refused to sit so Mu had to check you out standing. Chuggus standing outside the tent on guard. “Who did this to you?” Mu asked as he checked for broken bones and covered all bruises and cuts. “Not now Mu please..” you whispered shaking you head. He nodded understanding you didn’t want to talk right now. You were still hanging in by a thread, a very thin thread. “Besides physical you seem okay for whatever happened you. I’d have to run tests..to see what’s different exactly but you need rest. Lots.” He explained, before carefully sending you on your way. You thanked Chuggus who flew you up to your room where you immediately rested on the floor you fearing the bed. You made a little mat in the bay window before sitting down. You could see the stars from where you sat and see the entrance of the hideout. Now all you had to do was wait for Ekko.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Can I request a Kai Parker smut

stuck in 1903

kai parker x reader / masterlist

summary; being trapped in the prison world after sacrificing yourself to protect your friends, leads to some very embarrassing and frustrating situations / warnings; kai being an annoying lil shit, mentions of death, smut, possessiveness, imprisonment,

the prison world, perhaps it would have been slightly peaceful if an entrapped witch was not following your every move like an obsessed ghost. he was relentless, stalking his threatening footsteps after your own, prowling for a manner of attention.

“if you stop this whole, ‘let’s walk in y/n’s shadow’ charade, i will have sex with you. can we pursue a deal concerning the matter?” instantly, the witch muted his movements, gripping onto the side of the aisle shelf as he studied you, searching to see if your prospectus contained serious regard.

once he had come to a conclusion, he raised his eyebrows. kai had tried his darnest to keep you contained in that house that he likened to call a home. there was something he didn’t wish for you to discover, he was keeping you isolated from everything within the empty world that his family had banished him to.

that made you think, that it was possible, that perhaps other souls had entered the enclosure of this world, and that was why you were seeking, in the hopes of providing yourself with the comfort that you weren’t alone in this cursed nation with the one, and the only, to your misfortune, kai parker.

there wasn’t much that you knew about him, he was a practical talker, rather than a personal one. he had stocks of questions about the modern world, so that he could relish in the imagery of how much it had evolved without him. a part of you pitied him, but another worried that there was a wisp of darkness that he was hiding.

you didn’t know him, he was a stranger, and that truth made him potentially dangerous. it was safe to always remain on your toes, even if he had a habit of trailing huskily after. it gave him no chance of envisioning you as a sitting duck, every day was the same, but he was the one thing that could change that.

one tip of his mindset, and he could remember that he preferred being alone. and he could kill you, piking you on a stake, despite being human, or using his siphoning hands to drain all life out of your body. this wasn’t your first rodeo with the aftermath of death; bonnie had found a way to bring you back, her power flowed through you, keeping you logically alive, to a fault that was.

parker licked his pork rind exploited lips, collecting the dust from the treat, and bringing it into the cauldron of his mouth. the man was thinking, and that idea alone scared you. however you waited for him to persevere with whatever was unravelling in his mind, although you could have easily passed him by, finding elsewhere to seek salvation.

“is there a due date for that offer, because i’d like to take you up on it right now?” a smirk curved his mouth. perhaps not every day was the same, this was certainly going to be different, that was one thing that was for sure.

he noticed how your shoulders withered from the thought; sex in a grocery store, you had never been so filthy, and despite there being nobody around to bare witness to the sin, it still had your skin crawling. hugging your arms across your chest, you sighed, giving into his slick prompt, leaning your head down out of self disrespect.

kai couldn’t be trusted, you knew that. not for the fact that his own family had sent him here, to wallow in nothing more than the loneliness of his own company. there had to be a reason! nobody’s mother nor father would do such an act for no resolving purpose.

gulping, you finally grew the guts to adjust your gaze on him, and how he tapped his foot, silently demanding a response. “i mean it kai, we have sex, and you stop trailing after me like some stray. you got that?”

he got it. his footsteps came closer to you as he backed you into a shelf along the outer wall, enclosing you against the packets of rustling pork rinds, accidentally crushing their interior contents, as you raised your chin up, obscenely glaring at the mysterious man.

“oh, i heard every word.” he held out his pinkie finger to make a promise, and sickeningly you reached your own out, shaking on it, before he rasped his hand around your wrist, pressing a kiss upon the thin flesh. leaning down, kai attached your lips, humming contently, it had been so long since he had endured the contact of another person.

with his unoccupied hand, he slithered it down your chest, dragging his knuckles down your stomach, before he reached the tender edge of your trousers. he toyed with the band, the action making you stifle any sounds of admitted likening to his teasing; if you did, then he would only continue to do so more.

it felt like forever since you had gotten laid, a large portion of you wanted kai to take you on the spot, which it looked as though that was his intent, and that he definitely would do so. but another felt sick of yourself, these were the extents that you would go to to be left alone, and there was not exactly a plan b if he didn’t.

you wanted to obtain a way out of this place, and possibly the only chance that you had of doing so was to wander away from his ever watching eyes, and strive on your own, trying to discover any evidence of life throughout this semi detached world. you felt like a cattle, being guarded by their herder, he was protecting you from anything that could daunt your mind with realisation.

it wasn’t the fact he was protective, it was more in the terms of possessiveness. though he wanted to leave, he claimed that there was no way out, he was intent on descending your hope of uncovering an escape, from not only the ghost town of your home, but from him also.

“what to first? should i just fuck you or make you blow me?” his teeth toyed with a sly smile, as though he were trying to convince you into a conflict regarding the answer. but instead of growing a fuzzy brain, you simply glared at him, pushing his fingers out from where they had slipped under the top of your bottoms, leaving the man to be a confused mess; it was kinda cute, but for all you knew, his often sublime attitude.

“i didn’t say foreplay parker, only sex was on the table. and that will be all you’re getting, unless you want me to leave you high and dry, and find another resolve to rid myself of your attached escapades of following after me like there’s a wire attached from me to you.”

“fine.” he raised his hands in a motion of surrender, chuckling lightly to himself. “i was just testing my luck, which is clear that i don’t have.” he turned, his brows going up higher on his face as he saw a variety of boxes stacked on one of the shelves. he picked one up, reading over the scripture as you scoffed.

“i don’t think your gonna need xxl, unless you’re going to cum that much since nobody has had their hands on you for a long time. you’ve had to suffice and please yourself for how long again?”

“spicy, i like it. eh, you’re right anyways.” he tossed the box down the aisle, grasping for another like a kid in the candy store, this time it was for the variety of average sized men. kai aggressively ripped the box open, causing the contents of packets to spill all over the ground.

“are you incapable of doing anything like a grown ass man?” it was irritating just watching him fail to do ordinary everyday tasks. he was destructive, and it seemed to be a large part of his personality.

“you won’t be asking that in a minute y/n/n.” he sent you a gruelling wink, making you inherently gulp, watching as he plucked a singular condom off the ground, holding it between his teeth as he began to unbuckle his belt, starting towards you.

“whatever you say kai.” rolling your eyes at his constant cockiness, you pried open your jeans, dropping your panties to the ground, as you caught kai frozen, with a slight swab of drool bathing his bottom lip. “come on, i am waiting, so hurry your ass up before i get bored of doing so.”

“you want this as much as i do, you just won’t admit it.” he lightly sneered towards you, and you felt your body flush with composed embarrassment. perhaps you had thought about the ordeal a little during the time you had been there, but there had to be some excuse! he was the only guy in a worldwide radius, that was a reasonable enough purpose.

when he was rid of apparel on his lower half, he rolled the protection onto his length, as he pinned you completely flush against the shelves of the aisle, one of his hands cupping your ass, before he helped you clamber into his arms, as he held your weight up.

you wrapped your legs expertly around his waist, biting your lip as he ran the tip of his cock against your clit, and then pushed into your walls, his moans reverberating erotically along the column of your throat, as he trailed his lips against your tender flesh.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he uttered as he began to thrust. it had been a long time since kai had endured any physical contact, let alone like this. the siphon was relishing in it, slipping his cock in and out of your folds as though that was his lifelong purpose.

for the first time in many years, he no longer felt trapped, he had inched into a small paving of freedom, all because he was inherent not to leave you to abandon alone. you too were also caught up in the web of pleasure, you didn’t here two specific sets of footsteps enter the store, searching for the witch that had claimed that he knew of a route out of this subordinate hell.

they had survived the enduring loss of their own freedom, being sucked from the force of a collapsing vacuum into this lonesome reality. the other side had fallen, and so had their jaws, as they saw kai not only having sex, but with you, their lost friend whom had given her life to previously save them from complicated doom.

bonnie felt borderline disgusted as she watched you shut your eyes and try to bounce yourself on the man’s cock, whilst damon was specifically disappointed. your hands rasped around his shoulders, though their grip tightened as your name was called.

as you turned and saw your friends, it all suddenly made sense. from kai’s behaviour, to his lack of inclination to leave you alone, it was clear that he was hiding you from them and vice versa. “bonnie, damon!” you gasped, unsure of how you were supposed to compose yourself throughout this predicament.

“yes, bon bon, damey.” kai mocked with a roll of his eyes, as he remained still to his own dismay. “could you maybe give us five minutes, we kinda weren’t done here. just let us finish, and- ow!” you slapped the side of his face, scrambling to situate yourself out of his menacing grip.

with downturned eyes, you hastily pulled your clothes back up into place, glaring at the siphon. “you knew didn’t you? you knew that these were my friends and you purposely made sure i was distanced from them!” you growled at kai, your eyes fluttering with disregard for the imprisoned magician.

“well if i had, then you’d be less inclined to spend time with me, and this, would never have happened.” his fingers pried at pointing between the pair of you, amusedly he would say, though you would think otherwise. “welcome to 1903 baby! the world of lies and disgrace.”

“you’re the disgrace, you killed your own family, your younger siblings.” bonnie spoke, and her words made you feel physically sick. “get away from him y/n.” you followed her command, rushing over to her and damon, with shock established in your eyes. you had just fucked a sociopath.

“well, i guess that the jig is up.” he shrugged as he conformed his own clothes to be put in place. the fact that you still felt a rouse to finish what you started made you feel disgusted with yourself, though he deserved to rot here. why did the bad guys always have to be so hot? it just was not fair.

[buckyownsmylife]

Young and Beautiful - Steve Rogers smut

The one where you were supposed to be a one-night stand, but Steve won't let that happen

Warnings: smut, and a little bit of angst.

A/N: this was our first ever patreon-voted fic, chosen for the month of May! My patreons at the $3 tier get to send me their ideas once a month and two of them end up being voted so I can write one of them each month. June’s fic is the one where Ransom needs to get a sugar mommy, and if you want to suggest a story for our July’s fic, please consider becoming a patreon! Thank you to my darling @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for reading this over for me.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The first time wasn’t a mistake, I could admit to that. Steve had been coming to the same bar where I worked for almost a year now. I knew who he was, of course. Everyone knew - he was hard to miss. But I think what he liked about our run-down place is that no one seemed to care about Captain America and the things he did when he didn’t have a bottle of beer in his hand.

Over here, he was just Steve. And Steve tipped well and drank a lot - I was sure he couldn’t get drunk, no matter how many beers I served him, but he never stopped asking me for more.

So, needless to say, he was adored. Adored by my boss, who was always around to keep watch of his customers and keep them in line. Adored by Luke, who guarded the entrance, for all the nights Steve helped him get rid of men who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. And adored by all the waitresses, for precisely the same reason - and because I always shared my tips with all of them.

Even the kitchen staff adored Steve. Besides, it’s not like he was hard on the eye - all the girls (customers and staff) were constantly fawning over him, but he was nothing short of a gentleman, always.

Actually, he seemed to avoid the members of the opposite sex as best as he could, clearly not interested in whatever it was that they planned to possibly get to do with him. Well, except for me.

He never avoided me. I always figured it was because I was the guardian of the alcohol - we’d even joke about it sometimes, when he came to sit by the bar after politely declining someone’s advances.

“It’s just hard to understand how to date nowadays,” he commented one day after a pretty girl actually asked him out on a date right in front of me, but he refused. I shrugged as I wiped the counter, thinking if there was any advice I could give him.

“It really isn’t that hard. You go out to dinner, walk her home and when you step in front of her door, you ask her for some coffee. She’ll usually do it herself, but if you want to show your interest…” His frown was amusing, to say the least, but I held back my laughter so he wouldn’t be even more uncomfortable.

“A coffee?” Giggling, I nodded. “Before bed? But…”

“It’s a metaphor, Steve. A lady can’t very well invite you into her sheets, now can she?” He blushed three different shades of red when I winked, another giggle escaping. “I mean, she can, but we like to keep some things unsaid - innuendos can be very sexy.”

Two months had passed and if Steve made use of my lessons, I wouldn’t know. He never brought anyone to the bar and never left with any lady who approached him either.

“What can I get ya, Steve?” I’d always ask. I’d never once called him Cap or anything other than the name he used to introduce himself - even though I obviously knew who he was. He always took his time before answering my questions, even if they required a simple yes or no, which amused me to no end.

For a while, I actually believed a gun or one of the buildings the Hulk had undoubtedly thrown in his direction had left him with a difficulty of hearing. But then after my first question, he never seemed to have any problem understanding me at all.

“Just a beer,” he’d say, a small, soft smile as he tried not to stare too much at me, fingers tapping on the counter while I got his order. I appreciated his effort not to make me uncomfortable - I knew he’d seen how often men did that to me. I had no doubt that was why he only ever looked me in the eye from under those huge eyelashes of his.

“There you go.” Always the same routine, we never once deviated from it. Until one night when I was supposed to close the bar and he heard my boss instructing me to be careful.

“There’s been a lot of robberies this late at night. Make sure you lock everything up properly.” I saluted in jest, making the old man laugh and shake his head at me. “See you tomorrow, kid.”

There were only a handful of customers - Steve included, and he was the only one by the bar, so I threw him a quick smile as I wiped the glasses and started to clean the counter.

“Can I get you anything else?” I offered, but he only grimaced in response, leaving me confused. “Is there something wrong?” He stared directly at me without answering for a while before he was able to snap out of whatever it was that had frozen him.

“You’re supposed to leave by yourself at two in the morning?” I chuckled lightly at his concern, avoiding his gaze so he wouldn’t see how it warmed my heart that he’d be preoccupied over me, someone that was a little more than a stranger to him.

“It’s part of the job,” I reassured him. “Well, usually it’s part of Luke’s job. But whenever he has to leave early, it’s my duty to fill in for him.” He nodded, but didn’t make any movement towards leaving. Usually, he would be gone by now, but it wasn’t that extraordinary for him to stay until the hour I left.

This was the first time he stayed this long though, considering I wasn’t the one responsible for closing the bar and I only realized it when I looked around and noticed we were the last two people left in the room.

“Planning on drinking much more?” I joked, trying to gauge if he was going to be much longer, but he seemed startled by my question, looking around to verify the same thing I’d just noticed.

“Oh, no. Not at all.” I smiled, thankful that he was conscious and wouldn’t force me to stay even longer after my shift had finished. “I just figured I could walk you home. It is pretty late, after all.”

My heart warmed up at how sweet and thoughtful this man was. He had no reason to wait for me to finish my job just to walk me home, yet here he was. “Thank you, Steve,” I acknowledged, sending him a grateful grin. “Let me just check the bathrooms real quick. I’ll grab my purse and we can leave.”

He nodded, watching me do as I said and in no time at all we took off together in the direction of my apartment. I wasn’t worried about making small talk with him on the way there - I knew he was a good conversationalist from all the times he had stayed by the bar instead of taking his beer to a table, and I adored the stories he told of his missions just as much as I appreciated how he genuinely cared about what I had to say.

The walk to my place seemed shorter than ever before, and in a few minutes we were standing in front of my door as I searched for my keys in my bag.

“C-Can I…” He murmured as I looked for it, glancing up at him and smiling to signal he should continue even though I couldn’t give him my full attention at that moment. “Would you… Do you have some coffee?”

I was so shocked that my head whipped up to stare at him, eyes wide and unbelieving. Did Steve… Did he… Did he want to have sex with me? “I mean… in your apartment, do you have some coffee in your apartment?”

The thought was so extraordinary that the second I realized his intentions, a fire of desire warmed my lower belly, not because he was Captain America, but because he was an attractive and sweet guy that was way out of my league and I couldn’t believe he was into me.

He kept talking as I kept blinking at him, trying to process what was going on. “’Cause I’d really like to have some coffee… with you… If you want some too…”

His voice got smaller the longer it took for me to answer him, until it disappeared completely and he cleared his throat. “Nevermind.” He was about to turn around and make a run for it, I was sure, but I was able to grasp his wrist just in time, signalling him to stop because I had something to say.

“I would love to make you some coffee, Steve.”

So yeah, the first time wasn’t a mistake. He was way too fucking sweet and I got hot just by seeing how nervous he was to ask me for some “coffee”, incredulous that I was capable of affecting this giant man that much.

So as soon as we were in my apartment, I tied up my hair with the little hair tie I always kept on my wrist during work and got on my knees for him.

And I cherished every fucking second of it.

The way his mouth fell open in a gasp when I reached for his jeans, the little moans he let out as I licked his member… I couldn’t close my eyes, too transfixed by his expressions to miss anything.

The way he pulled me by my hair to devour my mouth, hands so eager to undress me that he ended up ripping my blouse, but it only made me giggle.

The way his groan sounded almost painful when he picked me up, shoved me against the door and penetrated me, filling me so beautifully I hit my head back against the wood and didn’t even notice it.

He got me to cum without almost no preparation, just from the thrill of it all, the stretch of his member inside of me. When I urged him to cum in my pussy, the look on his eyes was enough to get me to cum again, milking him dry as he emptied himself with a growl, forehead dropping against mine while he tried to catch his breath.

I was expecting him to leave immediately or maybe stay for an actual coffee. I wasn’t expecting him to pull out, drop to his knees and start lapping his cum from inside of me, eyes as focused on mine as I had been for him only minutes before.

Burying my fingers in his short locks, I tried to keep myself up despite the way my legs trembled, but Steve just adjusted them so they’d be over his shoulders and held me up with his face buried in me.

I had never cum so many times in a row. But then again, I had never had a man eat his own cum out of me.

I fully intended it to be a one time thing, and that was my plan. I thanked him for eating me out, made him some coffee, giggled at his stories about his friends and for a second it almost looked like we were back at the bar, only the counter was my kitchen table and I was allowed to sit on the other side.

He didn’t ask to stay the evening and I breathed a sigh of relief after I closed the door behind him, ignoring the slight empty feeling that momentarily hit me. This is what I wanted, I reminded myself, and by acting the way I expected him to, he had made it clear that he understood the rules of the dating world he claimed to know so little of.

This was a one time deal. Nothing more.

But then the first night we saw each other at the bar again, it was when he burst through the door to punch some guy who came in just as I was closing, trying to steal the money we had in the vault. I was so fucking relieved to see his face that all I could do was tremble in his arms after the police came to get the robber, and of course I couldn’t let him go after that.

He walked me home and I didn’t even ask anything, just stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips, using my grip on his shirt to pull him in as he helped me with my clothes.

“You’re so fucking pretty…” He moaned, and perhaps that should have been my first sign, the one that alerted me to stop what I was doing and not make this into a mistake I couldn’t take back.

He hadn’t talked the last time. He had never complimented me before.

“God, your ass…” He groaned as he palmed it, helping me over his lap when he took a seat on my couch, until I could fuse the both of us and ride us to hysteria.

But I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind because it felt so fucking good to be desired by him, to have him inside of me, cumming deep into my pussy only to eat it all out of me again.

It didn’t take long for me to learn about the errors of my way, though. In fact, it started the very next day, when he walked into the bar grinning from ear to ear and made a beeline in my direction.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, and my eyes went wide as two saucers, especially when I saw him lean over the counter like he intended to peck my lips.

“Hello, Captain.” I quickly turned my back to him, facing the shelves of liquor to pretend that I was looking for something. My heart sank to my stomach as I took in what was happening, what I had just done in my effort to put some distance between us as if last night had never happened. “Can I get you anything?”

The time it took for him to answer almost had me looking at him from over my shoulder, but I restrained myself. “Yeah, you,” he finally said, and I breathed out in surprise. “Why are you acting this way?”

I panicked for a few seconds, reaching up for an already clean glass to attack it with my rag. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried to reassure the both of us, still incapable of looking him in the eye.

But I could see his massive body by the end of the counter from the corner of my eyes, where he always sat, and I saw him tap the old battered wood with his fingers - fingers he had used to spread me open for his tongue to reach - as he thought.

I hoped he would let it go. I hoped he would not.

“Fine,” he relented, and I froze, uncertain of what he meant. “I’ll come back tomorrow.” My head snapped up just in time to watch him leave, and he didn’t even look over his shoulder.

I tried to tell myself it was for the best. He needed some time to get over whatever the hell it was that he thought he was feeling and tomorrow things would go back to normal. But that wasn’t what happened.

He came back with flowers the next day, and I didn’t have any reasonable excuse not to accept it. He didn’t push for anything, just gave me the bouquet before asking for his usual drink. And then he proceeded to stay the entire evening right there, where he always sat, carefully watching my every move.

For the first time in a while, I broke two glasses in a single evening.

The day after that, he came with a box of chocolates. I couldn’t hide the smile because they were my favorite - I didn’t know how he knew it until he reminded me.

“You told me you liked them right when I started coming to this place.” His eyes were so heavy with a sad feeling that I couldn’t recognize that I had to avert my gaze. It messed with my heartbeat, it left my throat feeling dry.

“Thanks, Captain,” I softly acknowledged it, and I saw the way his grip on the box tightened. I saw it in the way it was slightly crumpled when I took it from his hands, but he didn’t say a word.

There was only so much that he could take, though. And I knew that. It didn’t help that my boss had caught onto his intentions and started to push me to go out on a date with him.

“Why don’t you give the poor guy a chance?” He’d incite, much to Steve’s utter glee.

“Yeah, Y/N. Why don’t you go out with me?” Steve urged, and although he never asked when my boss wasn’t around to initiate the teasing, I knew he wondered.

And the truth was that I wondered about it too. Because everything was screwed up now. When I gave him his beer and our fingers brushed, mine were left tingling. When I looked his way to find his gaze already on me, I shivered.

So yes, the second time was undeniably a mistake, but there wouldn’t be a third time. I’d make sure of it.

Steve’s P.O.V.

I was tired of waiting. I knew I had wanted her since the first time I laid my eyes on her, when I decided to stop at this rundown bar in the hopes of one night of crappy beer without being bothered by anyone asking for autographs or pictures.

I’d come here almost every night when I could escape the tower to watch her work, slowly getting her to warm up to me, and I fell for her personality in the process.

The way she clearly saw me as Steve, and not my title.

The way she always laughed at my stories and shared what had happened in the previous nights with the raucous customers.

The way she seemed to care about everyone and everything that came into contact with her.

So what started as desire became something deeper and for the first time since I was unfrozen, I found myself eager to understand what dating in this new century was like. I asked Sam for advice, and even Tony for any tips he could give me, but their general ideas didn’t matter to me when all I wanted was one single person.

Her.

So I asked her for her thoughts on the matter and was surprised with myself when I put them into practice. I was even more surprised when she accepted my advances and welcomed me into her embrace.

I was sure I’d never been happier than that evening.

But to have her pretend nothing had happened and even worse - treat me like a stranger after I had learned the taste of her skin? Nothing hurt deeper than that.

And still, I understood. I realized then that she hadn’t seen the situation the way that I had. She had thought all I wanted was a one-night deal - well, two-night deal - because I had never shown her anything to make her think differently.

So I set out to do just that. My way this time. And I was just about ready to ask her on a proper date when I was forced away for a whole damn month, having to resort to my hand and my memories of her body to get through the cold nights on the field.

The second I was back in the city, I only had one thing in mind. To get what I wanted, in whatever way she would let me.

“Can we talk?” My voice sounded clipped to my own ears, and maybe that’s why her mouth opened in surprise - or maybe it was seeing me at the bar so early, when there was barely anyone around, after being absent for so long.

“Sure,” she finally accepted, shrugging like it was no big deal, but I knew better than that. She might not know it, but I could read her perfectly, and I knew she was hiding her true feelings even to herself. I knew those feelings were deeper than she had ever felt. I knew they made her scared.

“Not here.” She stopped cleaning glasses then, frozen for a second before she looked around, taking in the fact that no one else was going to need her for a while. There was nowhere to run and maybe I was a jerk for doing this during her work hours, but I was a desperate jerk and I couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Okay.” She sounded small, and I knew what she was expecting to get out of this conversation. Closure, in one way or another. For me to finally let go of her. But I wouldn’t.

I wanted her too damn bad to let her escape like that.

“Go out with me.” I asked the second that the office door was closed behind us, and she immediately started shaking her head. “Yes, please,” I insisted. “Let me show you that I want more from you. I want so much more.”

“I can’t give you more,” was her answer, and she still avoided my eyes as she spoke. “One night, you even had two. That’s all I can give you. Please don’t ask me for anything more.”

“Why?” I asked, and the frustration in my voice was enough to get her to meet my eyes for the first time that evening. “Why are you trying to avoid this? I know you want me, Y/N. You wouldn’t have slept with me if you didn’t. So just tell me why.”

“I can’t,” she insisted, moving towards the door, but I grasped her hand to stop her before she could slip through it - much like she had done that first night, when I thought I’d screwed up any chance I had to ever be with her.

“Tell me why you’re holding yourself back from me,” I ordered, anger and desire creating an explosive cocktail inside of me, making my voice hoarse. I saw her shiver. I watched her break.

“Because it was too fucking good and I swear to God, if you get your mouth on me again, I’m gonna marry you.” Our expressions mirrored one another, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. She couldn’t believe she had let out her feelings like this. I couldn’t believe there was all there was to it.

I dropped to my knees before her.

“Come here.” I shoved her jeans all the way down to her ankles, sending the button flying somewhere. I couldn’t tell where and I didn’t care. All I wanted was to show her that there was nothing wrong with wanting this, with wanting me because as long as she allowed me to, I’d give anything to be with her.

My tongue was so hungry to taste her sweetness again. I licked a stripe between her lower lips before I could even get my hand there, spreading her with my fingers for easier access.

God, she was heavenly. I watched her let her head fall back against the door, much like the first time I was able to be in this position, and my heartbeat fluttered at the realization that this time, I was much closer to getting what I really wanted from her.

“I’ve been terrified of my own feelings for long enough,” I decided to confess, parting from her clit to be able to speak but slipping two digits inside her hole, filling her up, preparing her to welcome me. “I can wait for you to come to terms with yours. But I can’t keep myself away,” I warned, quickening my movements as I chased away the taste of her in my tongue. “So don’t ask that of me.”

Her moan had my eyes sparkling with excitement. I lowered my head to suck her button, see the way it made her thighs tremble on each side of my face.

“So fucking sexy,” I moaned against her cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart. Drench my face.” Her little cry of ecstasy denounced she was about to do just that, so I twirled my tongue around her clit, rubbing my digits against her sweet spot as her body tensed under my ministrations.

“There you go…” I whispered, fascinated with the way she looked after her release. It was like she glowed from the inside, muscles relaxing to accept my caresses when I finished cleaning her with my tongue and rose to my full height.

“Next time you try to pretend something between us didn’t happen, I’m gonna bend you over the counter and spank your ass in front of all of the other patrons,” I warned her before nibbling her earlobe. “Go out with me,” I tried again, and she took a deep breath before answering, looking up at me from under her eyelashes.

“Okay.”

[cerebrumrott]

Obey Me! Shall we Date?

Brothers x MC

Synopsis: Demon Form Head Canons

Lucifer

Is not shy about sharing his demon form in the slightest.

More than happy to show off his wings for you and every compliment and awed look you give him just strokes his pride.

He gets taller in his demon form, not by more than a few inches but its enough to have you craning your neck to look him in the eyes.

His horns are not nearly as sensitive as some of his brothers but he still quite enjoys when you pet them.

Specifically likes it when the base of his horns are scratched, he could just melt into your hands.

His wings are prone to molting when he is stressed and seeing as he is stressed almost all the time. It's fairly common to find black feathers around the house.

When Lucifer later finds out that you had been collecting his discarded feathers in a small vase in your room he can’t help the blush on his cheeks having forgotten the entire reason he went into your room in the first place.

Seeing as you are so entranced by his feathers you might as well help him preen when he is molting.

It is totally cause he wants you to just have a nice collection, not because its a massive boost to his ego to have you doting over him.

Straighten his tie and flatten out his collar. Even if it doesn't need it. These little gestures will leave him flustered and blushing.

Mammon

His horns, due to their peculiar shape, are extremely sensitive. To the point where just blowing on them sends a tremble racing down his spine.

Pressing a finger between the grooves or into the center of the horn's spiral will have him practically howling from the sensation or more accurately leave him a stuttering and flustered mess.

Despite being essentially shirtless in his demon form. Mammon is like a walking heater. Just standing next to him for too long can cause you to break into a sweat.

If you were to ever trace the white lines that cover his torso he would just stop functioning entirely.

He would of course vehemently deny any such claims stating that, he was simply… thinking… about things… shut up.

Mammon is also extremely ticklish and with so much exposed skin from his questionable choice in a shirt. Do with that what you will ;)

His wings are restless, always flickering, fluttering or some variation of the two.

The only time they had ever truly stilled was when Mammon had agreed to let you touch them for the first time. In that moment as you ever so carefully ran your hands over the thin membrane of the wings, they didn't so much as twitch under the touch.

While his wings aren't necessarily sensitive to touch they are slightly delicate, being as they are made from a thin leathery membrane.

Leviathan

He also gets taller in his demon form by a few inches. Though due to his terrible posture you are likely to not notice.

He regularly sheds his antlers each year and grows back new ones.

He used to be extremely self conscious while his antlers regrew due to teasing from his brothers but after hearing how much you liked them they were now a point of pride for him.

I can also totally see an MC who collects his shed antlers like, it's 2 am and Levi texts them like ""Hey normie you want my old antlers I know you asked about them before so...""

Leviathan would get such an ego boost from it though. His face growing reed each time he walks into your room to see his old antlers nestled about the shelves like decor.

His tail also sheds its skin every so often (like a reptile would) another reason as to why he is always showering or taking a bath.

On that same thought, Levi has to take daily soaks in either the shower or tub to keep his skin from drying out or getting irritated. Being in the sun for too long can also irritate his skin.

Uses this as an excuse to not go outside despite there being no sun in the Devildom.

Both his horns and his tail are rather sensitive to touch. Though he loves the idea of you petting them his self consciousness prevents him from ever initiating such a thing.

The markings on the side of his neck are also highly sensitive. Running a hand or dragging your nails over them sends shivers down his spine every time.

Satan

Not only does he get taller but he also physically bulks up in his demon form. Its hardly noticeable under the sweater and boa he wears but on close inspection you can see the defined lines of his muscles straining under the fabric.

Similar to Lucifer, his horns are not all that sensitive. Though the area where they connect to his head are very mush so.

Satan is not shy in the slightest about asking MC to pet his head when he is in a bad mood and needs someone to stop him from doing something potentially stupid.

Satan often subconsciously purrs when he is happy or content.

This habit may have stemmed from his obsession with cats

His tail for the most part is hard and senseless, though the green end is softer and more pliable like cartilage. It is also extremely sensitive to both touch and temperature.

This is why he keeps his tail wrapped around his leg to protect it from being accidentally trampled on or whacked.

Since his tail extends from his lower back rather than the base of his spine the exposed skin surrounding the base of his tail is extremely sensitive and ticklish.

Asmodeus

Asmo of course loves any kind of affection, especially if it is coming from you of all people.

The tips of his horns that are pink in hue are extremely sensitive to touch. He is not shy about asking you to touch him obviously but you would note that he does get extremely flustered when you do so without having to be asked.

Asmo will just melt into your touch if you walk up to him and just randomly cup his face or pet his horns.

When he is especially flustered the pink hue of his horns will even darken

His wings are velvety and soft to the touch. He loves to have kisses pressed to the soft membrane of the wings.

The easiest way to turn him to putty in your hands is to go straight for his wings. They are his weak spot.

It's really little affectionate things that get him going. Adjusting the metal chain of his scorpion brooch, pushing a stray piece of his bangs back into place, even something as simple as picking a piece of lint off of his jacket has him beaming with affection.

I don't see Asmo as getting to experience these little things as often as the more prominent things that come with his sin. So when you go out of your way to make sure he does get to experience these little things he falls hard and fast.

Beelzebub

He physically bulks up when he transforms. If you thought he was shredded normally wait till you see him in demon form.

His horns are extremely sensitive, almost like little antennas. Turns into the biggest puppy when you rubs his horns. Just all smiles and happiness from him.

Sometimes he will even rub your cheeks together so his horns brush against your hair.

He is a bit hesitant when it comes to his wings being touched just because of their nature. It's not that he doesn't trust you it’s just when he gets excited he unconsciously buzzes his wings.

If he were to catch his wing on your hand and rip it he would feel bad for making you think you hurt him. In reality it does not hurt him all that much, akin to like a paper cut or bad scratch.

Beel is really just a big push over for you, scratch him behind the horns and he will just become the biggest lap dog.

Belphegor

His horns and tail are not sensitive but that doesn't mean he doesn't want you to pet him.

After he falls asleep to you petting his horns one afternoon he now demands that you do this at least once a week. If you don't he will bother you until you cave to his wishes.

Also loves to have the fluff of his tail brushed / petted, although he would never admit it outright. His brothers already think he is spoiled so how would they react to knowing he has you pampering him each week? Braiding his tail hair and brushing out the tangles while he snoozes.

On the rare occasions he can’t sleep or when he is awakened from a nightmare he will seek you out and ask you to pet him so he can get to sleep. There are many mornings you will wake up and just find Belphie in bed next to you curled around his pillow with his face buried in your shoulder.

He promises to pay you back later though. Totally...

The cow spots on his neck are extremely ticklish, to the point he borderline passes out from wheezing so hard when Beel tickles him there.

Bonus:

Diavolo

He is much, much larger in his demon form than he is when he appears as human. He is normally tall but like this he is borderline massive.

He tends to keep his wings folded into his sides due to their large span. Though is more than happy to show them off to you when prompted.

They are thick and velvety to the touch, the metallic jewelry that covers the tops of them a cold contrast to the warm skin.

He adores any kind of attention from you, more than content to sit and chatter about whatever comes to his mind as you sit beside him or stop him petting his wings.

He bent down once so you could see his horns and as a joke lifted you off the ground while you were holding onto them. He laughed so hard you thought he was going to drop you on your ass.

His horns are not sensitive in the slightest, hence why he has no problems with decorating them with tight metal pieces akin to a piercing on a person.

Diavolo is a super loving guy normally and this holds true to when he is in his demon form. So whenever he gives you a hug you end up smothered in his pecs. Not that your complaining.

Barbatos

Barbatos would never say it aloud but he very much enjoys when you spend time just running your fingers ever so softly over his horns. Their unique shape and varied textures can leave you entertained for what feels like hours but in reality you love the soft expressions you can pull out of the normally stoic butler.

Loves having soft kisses pressed to the joints of his horns.

His tail is his one weak spot as once one learns what certain movements mean. You can always tell how he is feeling.

The unbridled joy you feel well in your heart when his tail begins to curl up upon seeing you letting you know he is feeling the same way has you biting your lip to hold yourself back from running into his arms.