#but i'm not getting anywhere near those teeth

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Hiiii can I pretty please request Lucifer, Vox, and Vaggie x fallen angel reader? Thanks!

Lucifer Vox and Vaggie x fallen angel!reader

Locking the fuck in I'm down twenty pounds lets fucking GOOOO

Notes: reader is fem for vaggie, gn for vox and lucifer, short post, though i guess this is written more platonic leaning for lucifer and vaggie- opening relationship dynamic stuff instead of something old and established

CWs: mentions of canon typical violence

LUCIFER

he can... relate to you- odds are you were unfairly cast out for not conforming to heavens ideals, and he gets that. so much. it may not instantly make you friends but its definitely going to open a few conversations for the two of you to have- centuries of hurt and frustration can come out in a passionate garble once you get him comfortable enough

though outside of that he doesnt actually talk about his past as an angel all that much- one can only feel so much until it burns them out and hes got other things to worry about

some part of him feels sympathy for you but another part of him is still distrustful- though... he still does keep an open mind when interacting with you, hes not going to let you build yourself back up from the ground if you dont give him a reason to ditch you

VOX

will try to find a way to profit off of it- or at least he would if he didnt take another few seconds to realize just how much of a bad idea that is- not just for you, but how would it reflect back on him and the other two if theyre harboring an angel- fallen or not?

hes... actually not all that interested in hearing what heaven is like, so at least you dont have to worry about him prying all that much, especially if the circumstances of your fall are... sensitive... for once him being self centered pays off to save you some level of pain, at least in this instance

he does however ask what all you can do, even in your current state. youre mighty powerful, yeah? so youve definitely got some ability to do some real damage? hes definitely going to keep that in mind going forward

you land a job easily under him so you at least have some level of income to adjust to your new home so thats fun at least...!

VAGGIE

very similar to lucifer in the sense that shes not going to instantly trust you as soon as you fall- you were just in heaven and one indiscretion in their eyes isnt enough to change her mind on you- even worse if youre an exterminator like she was. you know how to fight, and you know how to kill someone. and the odds are you still have your weapon. she is NOT going to be taking any chances with you- very much icing you out for the longest time

its going to take something for her to let those walls down around you- earn her trust and to make her feel... not on edge around you. even after that getting her to open up past that- its like pulling teeth. WILL make a cover story on why you may or may not know her so no one else puts the pieces together (pre reveal)- and she advises you hide your angel status... fallen or not...

there is definitely some anger held for heaven but the way she talks about it she treats it more as something to not be trifled with- a threat that can very well ruin everything the hotel is aiming for. will be keeping her eyes on you if youre ever allowed anywhere near the hotel

[anormalkidingotham]

sometimes living in gotham is scary and dangerous but then sometimes you see king shark crying in an empty alley because he got half a car door stuck between his teeth and can't get it out without help

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simon "ghost" riley

tags: smut/pwp, semi-public sex, train station sex, unprotected sex, size difference/kink, breeding kink, possessive behavior, unhinged and filthy

a/n: inspired by true events

simon missed you. simon missed you more than anything, you were apart for only two weeks and he couldn't take it anymore! he knew he was being a hypocrite, he could leave for over a month for work and come home to a hot meal and a hotter cunt. sate his hunger while balls deep inside of you.

but it was different when you left for two weeks, visiting your mother up in the north and left simon all alone back in london. he needed you, and it was hard for you two to be apart when you didn't have to be. so maybe it was the most gentleman-like when he shuffled you from the train platform into a quiet, dark corridor and told you to get up on your toes so he could have access.

the underground hallway of the train station was near dead at this hour. all the commuters for the evening were already at their homes, nice and comfortable after dinner. but, simon was hungry for something else.

two weeks he had spent without you beautiful cunt. it was hard to go from your soft sex to his rough hand. no amount of photos and (eventually stained) panties could compete with you against him. the differences in size and strengths. he was near six foot-five and his bulk allowed for him to crowd in your space. while it was comforting, it was rather easy for him to pull you up against the concrete hall in the quiet hallway.

"i missed ya, baby." he said as his hand pushed up the skirt you wore, "wore this slutty lil thing because you knew i'd be on edge when you came home." he pressed you further up against the wall with your back arched a little to give him better access to your behind, "give me easy access to what belongs to me, huh? bet those little fingers of yours couldn't do anythin'. missed me, missed my cock." he got his cock out of his jeans, the belt still somewhat around his waist.

there was no time to lose, just because the station was quiet doesn't mean no late night traveler couldn't bound down those stairs and see a man of simon's size fuck a woman of your size out in public. he hiked your skirt up over your ass and got your panties down to your socks before he pressed up into your further. the tip of his cock slipped into your achy sex and you had to cover your mouth to keep quiet.

as much as simon would have loved to hear those moans echo in the hallway, he'd rather not have a citation put against either of you for the act of public sex. it was risky, but it only fueled the fire in simon's belly as he rocked against you. one hand on the wall over your head, the other on your hip. his grip was nice and tight on you, his cock battered against the deepest parts of you.

it was sexual filth, it was hot as he watched you hold back your moans as he fucked you up against the wall. the angle was a little hard given your size differences, but he knew you were into that. if simon was a pervert then so were you. you loved the rough, filthy sex you two had. made your little cunt squeeze around him as he fucked you quickly. no time for tenderness, not when simon was a man on a mission.

he said lowly in your ear, his tone quiet yet dangerous. he fucked up into you and you felt the swim of pleasure in your core as he spoke, "never leavin' me again, right, doll? not goin' anywhere unless i'm with ya." his tone made your head spin and you felt your core get soaked by his words. there was a fury to his thrusts as you tried to stay on your tip toes so he could fuck you up against the wall.

"si." you whispered.

"missed ya too much, thinkin' about ya all the time. thinkin' about your pretty little tits and my teeth marks all over them. your pussy and my cum inside of you. paintin' those pretty insides white." he groaned as he continued to thrust up against you.

the pleasure was mounting, the want in your core made your heart race. everything felt so exposed and it made your head spin. you covered your mouth once more to keep the noises trapped. the hallway remained empty as simon continued to hit up against you in all the right ways.

"need ya, need ya, doll." he said softly, "can't have you runnin' off like that again. not without me, i know, i know. i'm bein' all possessive, but can't fuck my hand anymore. not when i got my baby's sweet cunt to bury in." he purred lowly, his voice echoed in your body.

he kissed were feverish and you tensed up as he continued to rut up against you with a heated passion. the moans got caught in your throat, and were muffled by your hands. the pace was unsteady, a forceful need to lay claim to what it is. his woman, his everything.

"next time." he said, tone still quiet, "bring me, let me meet your mother, show her i'll be a good husband to you. i know she's been askin' about grandkids." his large hand grazed your middle and your stomach did a flip. he gave your stomach a pat and said, "might as well start workin' on that. visit your mum in a year with my chunky little son at your hip. riley boys, little hell-raisers."

that sent you over the edge. you near hit the wall with your hands as you clenched around him. you grit your teeth as pleasure hit down on you. it left you dizzy and slumped against the wall as you started to feel the after lingers.

"beautiful, my beautiful girl." he purred as he continued to rut against you. he continued to fuck your pretty body to his liking. a few more quick ruts and he finished inside of you with a deep exhale as he tried not to be too loud. it felt amazing, your cunt clung to him perfectly. he rocked against you a little further until he stopped and gave your ass a pat, 'that's it. perfect." he said with a immense sense of love before he bent down to get your panties back over your plush behind.

you couldn't form your words and instead leaned against simon as he took your suitcase and led you back to his car to bring you home. he lifted your suitcase like a real gentleman as the cold air brought you back to your senses.

his cum stuck to your panties while he opened the car door for you and even buckled you in. you whispered "i love you" when he got into the other side. he kissed you and replied, "i love you too, doll. but next time, i should come with ya. be with my baby's mama." he gave you a cheeky wink before he patted your thigh before he pulled the car out of the lot. a promise of a proper homecoming once you got back to your flat <3

[vapekingg]

accidental i love you’s during sex is sooo steve harrington it’s unbelievable…..

Oh fuck yeah. I'm stoned as shit right now so I got you.

MDNI Steve HarringtonxFem!Reader FWB/Friends to Lovers CW: recreational drug use, choking, unprotected sex, p in v sex, creampie

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It started as a drunken mistake — hooking up with your best friend.

You and Steve had one too many beers in the parking lot of Family Video after work and ended up in the back seat of his car, windows fogged up and messy handprints leaving evidence of your tryst.

It wasn't a mistake the second time though, or the third.

You and Steve are one too many joints deep after your closing shift together now, the race back to your house was a near bloodbath as you tore at each other’s clothes and gnashed at each other’s flesh. He’s pressed against your back, moving fluidly against you. His breath hot on your ear but chilling your spine, his hips snapping forward to bury you deeper into the mattress.

Steve gets pissed off at work. He needs an outlet, and you’re happy to be just that.

With another rut of his hips, his palm ricochets off of your ass.

“Fuck!” He curses.

His other hand is hooked around your front, fingers lodged deep in your throat. You’ve been drooling around his digits, mouth wide open so that you don’t accidentally scrape him with your teeth.

“Oh my g-fuck…” Steve grinds into you, pushing the swollen head of his cock against the back of your needy cunt.

It’s hours of this. This give and take. This violent brutality pushing you to the edge and then his soothing ministrations tugging you back.

“I fucking love this,” he accentuates his words with a kiss to your shoulder, another stroke of his cock against your walls. “Fucking love it-mmf..”

He tugs his hips backwards just to slam into you again.

“Love this pussy,” he continues, hand creeping over your hip to stroke between your thighs.

“I love this fucking voice,” Steve’s fingers slip out of your mouth and a gush of saliva follows, then you’re gasping for air.

His hand travels down your throat and squeezes the columns gently. You can tell by the twitch of his hips that he’s edging on delirium.

“Love fucking you. Oh my god," His knee shifts, and suddenly his weight is pressing into you. Burying you against sweat-soaked sheets. His teeth scrape against your shoulder and dig into anywhere they can fit: your bicep, your shoulder blade, your neck. He's sinking into you as if you'll never see each other again, as if the world is ending just outside.

"I love you.”

You hear the words, but grenades are detonating in your ears. Steve's precise fingers work frantically between your thighs, toying with your overstimulated clit as you squirm and writhe beneath him.

His hips jerk, he's swelling inside of you, and then you hear it again.

"Fuck, I love you..."

You hear it in the far off corner of your mind as your release hits, and those words carry something with them. Something warm and safe that hadn't been included in this arrangement before. It cradles you during your comedown, provides that cushion between Steve's heavy body and yours and his breath begins to quicken in your ear.

A moment later, it's over. Steve stills inside of you, his length beginning to soften and then slip out, followed by the gush of his release. He's getting heavier, it's getting harder to breathe, and there's a laugh stored in your chest that you can't hold for much longer.

Steve presses a tender kiss to the shell of your right ear and you smile.

"Should we talk about—" You begin.

A breath finally enters your lungs as Steve rolls off of you.

"Nope!" He answers while falling onto his back.

Sweat clings to his chest hair and shimmers in the yellow light provided by the lamp that illuminates the room from the corner. He doesn't ask for permission, this is all routine by now. Steve closes his eyes and throws out his arm, waiting for you to join him at the rib for a post-coital cuddle.

"Well, yes. Tomorrow." He continues.

Finally, that laugh escapes you.

[artaxlivs]

Were they kidding with this bullshit? Like, seriously? So many gates opening up to different dimensions now that there were too many for Supergirl to close and this? This is what they got? Fuck this. Seriously.

"Are you a virgin?" Mike asked like the total little dickhead he is.

"So what if I am? Aren't you? And the rest of your little friends?" Eddie sniped back at the rude little bastard but then, he blanched, "actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

Why did this have to be happening when Eddie was on a perimeter check?

Mike rolled his eyes like he couldn't believe how ridiculous Eddie was being, "Dumbass, we're children. Unicorns never go to innocent children in fairy tales. Because we're all innocent. They go to innocent adults. Virgins." He put far too much emphasis on the word because he is, as mentioned, a little dickhead.

"Listen, fuck you and the unicorn you rode in on. I'm not fucking innocent. I've done...things. Things I'm not gonna tell you about!" Eddie sputtered, crossing his arms and almost losing his precarious balance on the tree branch.

He needed to be careful because there was a unicorn circling underneath him. And not the beautiful, ethereal kind. It was beautiful, sure, but it had blood all over his muzzle and splattered across it's chest and on it's front hooves. Probably from the last virgin it had tracked down in god knows what dimension and trampled slash eaten to death. It's eyes were blazing red fire and it had fangs. Fangs. Fuck. That.

Eddie heard Steve sighing and then he flailed an arm from Eddie's tree branch to Robin and said, "It can't be trying to get you because you're a virgin, it's not going anywhere near Robin!"

The girl in question squeaked. Her ears and cheeks went bright red. All three of them turned to look at her.

"Wait, what? Was it you know who? From the...? You didn't tell me? When did you...?" Steve asked cryptically, shedding absolutely no light on who Buckley was knocking boots with.

"Yes after we met at the...place." Robin supplied lamely and then bared her teeth and said through them, "After. But before we went back in to fight Henry slash Vecna slash One." She shrugged and let out a hysterical sounding giggle. "It was...End of the World Sex. Just in case, you know?"

"Ohhhh I'm so proud of you!" And oddly, Steve really did sound proud. Which was weird. Eddie was pretty sure Robin was gay which meant the caginess was in reference to a girl but the fact that Steve was so supportive was a little suprising.

Without actively thinking about the repercussions, Eddie's mouth decided to test that theory, "Well damn, wish I'd have thought of that. Steve - want to deflower me so this unicorn leaves me alone?" The hysterical giggle Eddie let out rivaled Robin's.

Slowly Steve turned back to him but before he could reply, Mike scoffed, "You are his type. Skinny, big bushy hair, big eyes, you and Nancy both talk like everyone is just waiting to listen to you to speak." He rolled his eyes, "Annoying."

"Rude!" Eddie tilted his head thoughtfully, "You know what though? I'm fine with it. Nancy Wheeler is a badass and I want to be her when I grow up. Or when I get down from this tree." Eddie cringed, staring down as the unicorn stopped and looked up, one of it's flaming eyes bore into him. It neighed, shaking it's gorgeous mane but also splattering little droplets of blood everywhere.

Gross. So gross.

"Huh. Now that you mention it..." Robin stared up at Eddie thoughtfully, "I totally see it."

Steve just dragged his hand down his face and glared at the angry unicorn, "Okay, we need a real plan because Eddie isn't coordinated enough to have sex in a tree." He put his hands on his hips like a baseball mom wondering if she brought enough orange slices and Shastas for the whole team. "Do we know any other adult virgins to lure this one away?"

Mike snorted, "Those are probably more rare than the unicorn.'

Eddie flipped him off, "You're rolling at disadvantage on all charisma and persuasion checks for the rest of time."

"We'll have to find a new DM when the unicorn gores you anyway," Mike shrugged. "Whatever."

Then he wandered off. Just walked away, like Eddie wasn't two feet away from being mauled by a feral beast who's name was probably Glitter Sparkle or some shit. What a dickhead.

Looking away from the unicorn, Eddie watched Robin wave Steve over and whisper to him. They had a hushed conversation for several minutes while Eddie yelled things like, "Wanna share with the class?" and "Good friends don't make shitty plans in secret!" But they ignored him. Bastards.

Until Steve turned to the tree and asked, "By 'things' what do you mean?"

What?

"Harrington, what the hell are you talking about?"

"You said you've done 'things' but not had sex. What things?" Steve brushed a hand through his miraculously still perfect hair, and sighed, obviously frustrated, "We're trying to figure out what the unicorn considers virginity. Robin's never..." He petered off and glanced back at her and then over at Mike who was half way down the block with his radio out, sitting on a bench with his back to them, probably telling everyone that Eddie still had his V card. Traitor.

He was too far away for them to hear his conversation so he was probably too far for theirs.

Robin cleared her throat. "I've never had, you know, penetrative sex. Just...um...uh...third base!" She squeaked again and then covered her face with her hands.

"You're being extremely weird about sex talk while a blood covered unicorn is stalking me like a jungle cat!" Eddie informed her. "Oral. Just say oral sex, you weirdo!"

"Ok fine!" She shouted, "I've given and reciprocated oral sex! Jesus." Then she crossed her arms and grumbled under her breath, tapping one foot on the grass.

Eddie couldn't help it. He laughed with glee. "Was she cute?"

Robin sputtered, mouth dropping in shock.

What? Did she think she was a subtle lesbian? Because she wasn't. Not at all. Her high tops had boobs drawn on them like some twelve year old boy just hitting puberty. He rolled his eyes.

Steve looked up at Eddie then. His eyebrows were arched in that way they get when he's thinking up a plan. They're not always good plans but he carries them out and everyone usually lives so, Eddie could do worse. "Well - Big Boy?" Steve's lips twitched in a smile at using Eddie's nickname for him. "I'm guessing when you said you've done 'things,' you were lying?"

"Yeah, duh." Eddie retorted, snapping in his irritation and mounting fear. Mounting, ha. Like a horse and like sex. Mounting. He bit his lip to contain the very poorly timed giggle.

Robin rolled her eyes, grabbed Steve's arm and gave him a severe 'be careful' look and then hustled over to where Mike was sitting. When Steve tucked his bat into his backpack and started to creep around the tree, he realized she was giving them privacy. Holy shit.

The unicorn didn't even acknowledge Steve's presence as he skirted around it and climbed the tree, grunting and complaining under his breath how nobody better call him the Virginsitter because he swears to God. Then the rest of his grumbling got lost, buried under the sound of Eddie's heart pounding in his ears.

Holy shit.

And that's how Eddie lost his mythically constructed virginity in a tree to Steve Harrington who was apparently bisexual and very, very good at blowjobs.

Neither of them even noticed which way the unicorn went.

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surprise! we are a family l dad!Lando Norris x reader

a/n:thank you so so much to the anon who requested this because... I'm never leaving this idea.

pairing: Lando Norris x female!reader

genre: fluff <3

summary: this wasn't planned. you are basically children yourselves and why isn't getting pregnant at 24 not considered teen pregnancy? Now Lando is waiting to meet his baby and hoping he doesn't mess up.

Lando never thought he'd find himself holding your hand in the middle of the night, fighting the nerves and anxiety of your baby coming too son, three weeks earlier than expected.

He wondered if this was his first taste of fatherhood... His leg bouncing up and down while checking the small screen monitoring the baby's heartbeat; he didn't understand a single thing, but it looked stable and it sounded healthy for his ears. Still, his stomach felt like an endless pit of worries while thinking the baby wasn't supposed to arrive now, it was supposed to be delivered via c-section in three more weeks, just like both you and him had planned.

He also couldn't stop thinking about the long road to this moment.

After finishing university, Lando asked you to travel with him for the remaining of the season which hadn't even reached the 9th date, but you agreed and traveled with your boyfriend with no worries, no homework, no lectures, just you and him, trying to be his emotional support after every race, the pair of familiar eyes during every press conference, the warm embrace after every interview.

You were always so focused on him and his well being that it took Lando more than a good couple of seconds to realize you were throwing up in the bathroom of your shared hotel room, door closed but not locked, so he waited until he heard the water running and the sound of you brushing your teeth.

He asked you what happened, you answered your stomach had been feeling funny for the last couple of days, but today you just couldn't take it. Lando insisted the cause was the seafood you had eaten yesterday at the restaurant.

He didn't even let you kiss him until you brushed your teeth, not wanting to go anywhere near the taste.

The other scenario never crossed his mind; you were always careful, rarely not using a condom even if you were on a contraceptive. You never had a pregnancy scare or anything, always secure on the fact you and Lando were safe.

Anyway, some call it a miracle, others a mistake, whatever you choose, but when your mother suggested you take a pregnancy test just in case since your stomach wasn't the same, your head was everywhere and felt a bit weak during the day, you couldn't rule it out.

It was Interlagos, rainy and humid São Paulo, Lando had left very early for training and you managed to get to a pharmacy and get a test.

You wanted to think it was impossible, but you were too aware of the friend of a friend getting pregnant while on the pill, a friend of you cousin getting pregnant with the implant, a classmate still didn't know how it happened, but now the baby was two years old.

About an hour later, Lando walked into the hotel room, ready to take a shower and sleep, preparing for a busy Friday, but instead he found you sitting with your legs crossed on the bed, not noticing his entrance.

Lando didn't even say hello when he noticed the white stick and a white plastic.

"Please don't tell me you got Covid," That was the only thing on his mind, already too familiar with that test, but this time you stared up at him, trying to find the words.

I am pregnant. What the fuck are we going to do, Lando?

He asked if you were sure, if you were feeling okay, how was it possible, what were you supposed to do now, would your families kill you, would your dad ever speak to him again, should you have the baby or would it be irresponsible.

All those moments were behind as he stared at your scrunched face, teary eyes and messy hair as a contraction hit, but he wasn't able to find the words to help you, he just held your hand and kissed your forehead when you allowed him.

It went on during the entire night. Contractions getting stronger, pain getting sharper, his desperation more palpable whenever someone came in to check you and said there was no progress, you should keep waiting, first babies do this all the time and shit.

He doesn't know when it happened, but the doctor said they'd be taking you to the delivery room or something like that, the baby's heartbeat was decreasing and no signals of dilation or something else Lando didn't understand, but he was worried.

The fact the baby wasn't even born and he was already worrying, about you and the strong pains, the contortion on your face even as you were wheeled inside the sterile room and forced him to separate; worrying about his baby, the one neither you nor him wanted to know the sex and allowing your friends to bet hefty sums on it, maybe the baby didn't want to be out, maybe they were feeling everything going on... was that even possible?

The most extreme scenarios were playing on Lando's head right now.

He wasn't familiar and didn't enjoy this feeling, this helplessness, this preoccupation. Lando drove at high speeds for a living and understood the risks, but this was different, it wasn't his usual terrain and didn't like it.

The only thing he could do was text his mum, informing the things they were doing to you, what they said about the baby, and she reassured him, told him his dad had already spoken to the hospital director so every single person knew he wasn't just a racer, this baby was an heir, very beloved and very awaited.

His thoughts didn't make sense by the time a nurse checked if he had put on the sterile equipment correctly before letting him inside the operation room, where you already were laying with your arms spread, swollen belly visible and surrounded by people, a sterile screen impeding your sight.

this was the last time he was going to see the belly, the one he spent nights talking to, putting his ear to try and hear something, placing his hand to feel every move.

He caressed your hair the entire time, it felt like ages but it was maybe twenty or thirty or forty minutes? when he heard the loudest cry he had ever heard, followed by cheers of the medical personnel and someone asking him to cut the umbilical cord.

What?

But he did everything they asked after making sure you were okay, kissing your lips and clearing the tears from your cheeks, praising your strength, how he loved you even more than he did a couple of hours ago, how he was in awe of you.

"It" turned out to be a "she", not very much hair on her head as they handed her already dressed in the pastel yellow newborn onesie that was a bit big on her.

He couldn't stop staring at her, but still somewhat afraid to hold her for any reason besides handing her to you for feeding. She looked so comfy on the crib, so warm and so safe, he didn't want to break that.

But now you were finally catching some sleep after the surgery, and she looked like she wanted out of the plastic as her tiny fists moved around.

Lando didn't think twice, he instantly knew his daughter wanted to be held. Held by him, her dad.

"Come on, my sweet baby girl," Lando muttered as he accommodated her head on his arm, carefully walking towards the big rocking chair in the room, prepared for this situation.

He let his eyes see her, really contemplate his daughter, a creation by him and the love of his life.

Her tongue poked out, eyelashes carefully caressed her skin, her heart beating along with his.

He silently laughed in disbelief, this was his daughter. The smile on his face was too big, his cheeks were hurting as he carefully stretched his arm to take a picture of her, followed by a selfie of him holding her against his hoodie covered chest, wanting to let everyone know his baby girl arrived, healthy and beautiful.

F1 GRID 2023 OFFICIAL WHATSAPP GROUP

Lando Norris: Get your wallets ready...

Lando Norris: This is Amalia, second name to be discussed, Norris. and now I'm a fucking dad so you'll have to respect me.

He didn't expect many responses, knowing there were time differences and events, but instead he received an overwhelming amount of responses.

Pierre Gasly: fuck no Kika told me to bet on girl!!! Congratulations man, she is the most beautiful baby and cannot wait to meet her.

Fernando Alonso: mis felicitaciones a la familia!

Alex Albon: although I'm disappointed it's not a boy, I'm impressed by your work, never thought you'd be able to create such a gorgeous baby

Charles Leclerc: Congratulations to you and y/n, baby Amalia is gorgeous and already helped her uncle Charles bank account!

Lewis Hamilton: Blessings, my man

George Russell: I always knew it was a girl. Carmen and I are delighted, we are sending our best wishes to the new family!

Yuki Tsunoda: i was so sure it was a boy... congrats!

Estaban Ocon: Pay up, everyone!!! What a blessing she's healthy and has the coolest parents!! can't wait to see her in the paddock

Oscar Piastri: the most beautiful member of the McLaren family. big hug and congratulations to y/n and hope she has a good recovery! I guess you deserve a pat in the back too, congrats mate.

Max Verstappen: Looks like she sided with her favorite uncle, I always knew it was going to be Baby Amalia! She is so lucky to have you as parents and I can't wait to meet her.

Max Verstappen: come on sainz, show your face and pay up!!! I'm favorite uncle.

Carlos Sainz Jr: I don't know if I'm disappointed it's not a boy or crying because she looks like her mother and not like you!!

[willows-writings]

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"Wait what are we talking about?"

Everyone's attention suddenly snaps to you as you mumble out words, no one thought you were anywhere near sober enough to hear them.

Mike, ever the leader, speaks first "Nothing y/n go to bed."

"No don't brush me off I wanna know!" You huff and Sam has to adjust her grip on you.

Jess rolls her eyes and walks closer to you "Look y/n all you need to know is we're playing a little prank on Hannah, she's been trying to get with Mike and needs to be taught a lesson."

You frown "But that's mean, Hannah- Hannah invited us all up here, this is her place, we gotta be nice invitees." your eyes are starting to slip close and more and more weight is being leaned onto Sam.

Ashley steps forward now "Technically it was Josh who invited us, but anyways it's nothing bad, just a small little prank." She smiles at you in a way that reassures your drunken mind.

You giggle, "Okk then, I'll help her dye all your teeth blue later in revenge." You are humored by your own joke and start giggling and laughing more.

Sam lets out a sigh and starts to drag you away. "Bye guys, I hope you make the right decision."

You close your eyes and lean againist Sam trusting her to take you somewhere as the world spins beneath your eyelids. By the time you open then again you are in a room lit by a fire that you can see Beth standing by and a couch in front of it that holds your boyfriend.

"Joshhhh" you break off from Sam and stumble to the couch, nearly tripping over the edge of it before flopping down on top of the man already laying there.

"Y/n babyyy my gorgeous amazing other half." His words were also slurred and his arms clumsily come up to curl around you tightly as he buries his face in your hair. You giggle and turn your face towards the fire to find Beth looking at the two of you fondly.

"Hiii Elizabeth, Bethy, my lovely friend." You reach the hand closest out to her and she takes it and gives it a little squeeze.

"Hi y/n. Partied hard?" She's smiling in a way that says she's already taken pictures of the scene to use as blackmail later on.

"Ugh yes, and just give me like thirty minutes and I will be ready to party again." As you say this your eyes drift further closed and you feel yourself relaxing more and more into Josh.

"Mhm sure." She snorts and lets go of your hand which you wrap around Josh. "Sleep well y/n, we can party tomorrow night."

You hum contently and close your eyes. You nestle your face into the crook of Josh's neck and settle further into your comfy human pillow. Between the heat of your boyfriend and the fire, you find yourself drifting off to sleep to the quiet crackle of wood, and breathing of Josh in minutes.

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The way you wake up isn't quiet.

Instead of soft fire glow it's harsh red and blue lights. Instead of soft breathing it's loud voices and the crackle of walkie-talkies.

Those sounds stay for weeks until suddenly it's quiet. Quiet as in feelings of regret and grief. Quiet as in sobbing over a closed case and two graves.

You think you prefer the sirens.

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End of Prologue

Chapter 1

OBaC Masterlist

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Prologue is finished! Sorry if this isn't accurate to how you personally would act drunk. Featuring a little fluffy moment with Josh and Beth before the bad stuff. :( Did all the talk of seeing Hannah and Beth later make you sad hehe. I felt evil putting that in.

Anyways I'm putting the text for the beginning of Chapter 1 above but I need to rewatch some of the game first so I can write everything accurately. It will be linked when it's done which will most likely be later this week or early next week!! As always likes, reblogs and comments are appriciated!

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Going under

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 6

Rated: E

Tags: Dubious consent; Monster Steve; Dark Steve; Monsterfucker Eddie; Tentacle Sex; Implied mind control; Murder Boyfriends; Blood and gore

Notes: Continued from here

Eddie shivers as he watches the boiling surface of the lake. The early August wind is cold, and Wayne's old rifle shakes in his grip. Maybe it's the early onset of fall in the air. Maybe it's because his hair and clothes are drenched in lake water, or because of the adrenaline slowly leaving his body.

Maybe it's because of the blood cooling on his skin.

The water stirs once more, large bubbles bursting on the surface. Then it goes calm.

The sun is gone, but the surface is red.

He should leave.

He should get rid of the gun and burn his clothes before anyone sees him. Get out of the county, or maybe the whole damn state, assume a new name and start over.

But he doesn't.

He knows there's no use in running. The Call would reach him anywhere. There's only one way out.

Something wraps around his ankle, cold and wet like the lake itself. He doesn’t need to look to know what it is. Instead, he watches how Steve emerges from the shallow water near the shore. His eyes are two shiny marbles in the gloomy half-light, tentacles writhing around him in a dark, twitching mass. A chill trickles down Eddie’s spine, settling in his bones, his soul. His fingers curl around the rifle.

“You're thinking of using that thing against me?” Steve's eyes are large and round, his voice hurt. He'd look boyish and innocent, if it wasn't for the blood staining his chin and chest. “Why on earth would you do that?”

Eddie can feel the Call slither inside of him, like the tentacle wrapping around his leg. He clenches his teeth against it, even as his feet start moving, lake water seeping into his shoes.

“You're a monster,” he whispers. “You ate-”

“I ate him, yes,” Steve says easily. His hands, too, are red as they reach out to beckon Eddie deeper into the water. He goes as if pulled on a string. “It's in my nature. You, on the other hand? You killed him, pet. What does that make you, hm?”

He smiles, soft and indulgent, with just a hint of fangs glinting behind those pretty lips of his. They're stained red.

Eddie shakes his head. He's in to his waist now, his shorts a heavy weight in the water. “I'm nothing like you, I don't- … I didn't enjoy it. He was a horrible person, he had to go.”

“Of course he had to,” Steve purrs, opening his arms to let Eddie in. His tongue, pointed and so much longer than a human one, darts out to lick the blood off his face in long, thorough drags. “He was in your way. Just like the others.”

The water is up to his chest. The ground under his feet is gone, but Steve's tentacles are around his waist, around his legs, trapping him in place and keeping him afloat. The tip of one wiggles its way down the front of his shorts, nimble like a human hand.

“That's not what-” he starts to say, but then the tentacle wraps around his cock, and the words give way to a breathy moan. Even with the awful chill filling every cell of his being, he's half hard already. Maybe the realization should fill him with terror or alarm, but he can't for the life of him remember why. Not when Steve is so ethereally pretty, with his tousled caramel hair, bronze skin dotted in moles and little specks of crimson.

“Just like all of them, right?” Steve says. His touch is slow and teasing, gentle almost, but the fangs scraping at Eddie’s rabitting pulse are sharp. “Just like everyone else in this godforsaken town. Looking down at you, calling you a freak and a monster and an abomination.”

“I'm not,” Eddie gasps. They're out in the middle of the lake now, red tendrils still floating all around them. There's more tentacles pulling down his pants, leaving him naked in the cold water. Desire coils at the base of his spine, clouds his head like mud in clear water. “I'm not … a monster.”

“Aw,” Steve coos, bloodied hands coming up to cradle Eddie’s head. It's the only thing left above the surface now. “But you are. Why else would you be so good at this? Why else would you keep feeding me so well? Why else would you respond to my Call so beautifully? Why else would you enjoy this?”

His lips taste like blood as he licks into Eddie’s mouth. The pressure and burn of his tentacles slipping inside, cold and thick and nimble, is the most beautiful pain Eddie’s ever felt.

Maybe Steve is right, he thinks, obediently opening his mouth for that tongue. There's blood on his face, blood in his mouth. Steve's hands in his hair, too-sharp nails cutting into his scalp. Steve's tentacles moving inside of him, a second and third joining the first, while another keeps toying with his aching cock. Maybe they are more alike than he thought. Maybe he should just accept that.

The rifle is gone from his hand, slipped under the water to join the remains of their victims on the lake bed.

There's no way out.

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He's going down, and the chill is taking over his entire being.

Tag list: @noodle-shenaniganery

[senseichaos]

Howdy howdy! I ADORED "You Can't Run. Hell. You Can't Even Hide" The balance between absolute fear, dizzy hypnotic confusion, and wide eyed admiration that the reader character holds for Vox is immaculate! Also them calling him Mister Vox is just Chef's kiss (it is WAY too hard to find xReader fics or even just fics in general where the honorific is Mister (C/N) and I love every one I find). The clothing change moment was probably my favorite, I'll always be a sucker for the representation of being broken and rebuilt in someone's image combined with the gift of pretty clothes. I keep going back to reread the whole story.

I know it's a oneshot, but since your requests are open, I figured I'd shoot my shot and ask if you would make a part two where Mister Vox just wrecks us, preferably sexually. We did leave off on him finding us trying to run away, do we not deserve to be punished for such an offense after all he's done for us? I also would love to see if/how much Vox has to push us to slowly become happy to be his, if that's something he wants (I could imagine having a rowdy unwilling runaway as his possession would get frustrating after awhile and be terrible for his image). There's honestly so much potential for what could happen next, and even though I could stew in my imagination, I would very much love to be at the mercy of your interpretation of the funky TV man a little longer.

That said, take your time, I know you've gotten a huge influx of Hazbin requests, hell I wouldn't be surprised if someone else already requested something similar to what I requested. I also understand if you can't/don't want to fulfill this request for any reason, that's what makes it a request. No matter what, you're an amazing writer and I hope you have a wonderful day!

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AAAAAAH!! I love you sm! When I saw this request I knew I had to do it at some point! I'm giving you the name 💙 anon from now on so if you request again I know it's you!

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Forever and always

(part 2 to: You can't run. Hell, you can't hide either)

Summary: After that day you attempted to escape from Vox, you had become somewhat accustomed to this new life you are forced to be living. Or you were until Vox gives you your first day off, causing you to find something out that would change how you live forever.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror (?)

Warnings: Non-Con, Yandere behavior, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Masochism, Electric shocks, Mind control, Drugging, Love potion, Vox is an asshole, Hurtful language, forced, gilded cage, soul contracts, unprotected sex (DONT), Vox owns reader, dacryphilia, let me know if I missed any!!

(not proof read)

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That day you attempted to escape from your gilded cage you wished to escape again, though vox had managed to continue his control. Even when he tugged you back by your electric leash you felt that horrid sinking feeling. This was it. For the rest of eternity as you know it Vox has you. He owns you, your soul, your body, your life; or well, lack thereof. You couldn't run from him no matter what you did, he practically controls the pride ring, keeping you tethered there like a puppy on a leash is simple to him. He has eyes everywhere. You cannot hide anywhere.

Recently Mister Vox has become a lot more... Touchy. Those fleeting touches of his fingers against your back, poking against your chin, pressing into your neck, swiping against your bottom, touching against your bosom. There is an odd burning feeling to it, you don't want to enjoy Mister Vox touching you in such ways, you don't want to enjoy it when he sucks his teeth at you or licks his tongue against his gums. But you do. You can't quench that desire. Especially when he'd moved you into his room from your apartment building. He hadn't made you share a bed with him, thank Lucifer, but he had made you sleep near enough to him that you can tell when he's.. pleasuring himself. Almost as if he wants you to hear him.

You and Mister Vox have never been better, besides from such hurdles. You stay obedient no matter how badly you wish to escape his arms. To cut all of his tight bounds on your body and run away. You'd figure out how, one day, you would.

"Good morning my dear! Did you have a gratifying sleep?" This is how most mornings go, Mister Vox will wake you with a poke if your side and a coffee in hand, already fully dressed and done up. You've always considered yourself a light sleeper, so you never know how he manages to make you a coffee every morning without so much as stirring you awake. You smile, nodding softly as you pry your eyes from his two dimensional face.

"Thank you Mister Vox, uhm.. did you have a good sleep as well?" You ask, taking a sip of the perfectly made coffee. Vox smiles, nodding as he takes a seat on the side of your bed.

"Of course, my dear. So, I know you have been working very hard recently... So I've decided to give you the day off!" Mister Vox declares, outstretching his hands as he gives you a manic smile. A day off? Why? This has to be a test. he's just going to leave you.. alone? For a whole day? This has to be fake, a joke, a flook.

"Oh my dear don't look so surprised! You've been a very good girl recently so I thought you deserved a day off," Mister Vox pauses, looking up at the roof for a second before peering back at you. "Now don't think this means we don't have rules, you are to stay in here for the day. If you want to go shopping I have to accompany you, alright? But I do have an appointment in an hour so it won't be for long,"

"Remember, I have eyes everywhere.."

You laugh awkwardly, shrinking into your own figure.

"I know Mister Vox.. I wouldn't forget," You can't stop that sorrow from entering your voice, but quickly you put on that mask of a smile once again. Mister Vox clasps his hands together, that red dripping from his maw again. "Great! Now I'll see you soon, be a good girl for me, hm?" He says, ruffling your hair atop your head with a condescending gaze.

"Yes Mister Vox," you reply simply, watching as he disappears in Into a blue line of electricity, shooting into the camera.

Fuck. Now what?

You can't remember the last time you were given this type of freedom, even if it wasn't a lot of freedom. Often you were tethered to Vox's side. Everyone in the building knows that you belong to Vox. Everyone outside of the building probably knows this, too.

There's this odd feeling in your stomach, this odd feeling as if you were floating. It happened every time you drank your morning coffee, but you'd always assumed it was just that feeling of awakening from slumber. But today, oh today it is stronger than ever before. It's as if you can feel every nerve in your body be rewired, every single hair on your body stand on end. Every sensation is doubled.

What the fuck was in this coffee? What is this euphoria? What is this yearning.. this yearning for Vox? You suddenly wish he was here, with you, holding you, calling you his good girl.. m

Shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts, you stand from your bed, fixing the large blue shirt you wear (that vox often asks you to wear when you sleep) as you walk to the kitchen.

The kitchen in Mister Vox's room is a large area just off to the side of his desk space, lined with many kitchen appliances and red cabinets. You are determined to figure out what he's putting in your coffee, what's making you feel so emotional. Needy. Awful. You scan the room, finding the coffee machine in the corner of the room with a couple bags next to it. Coffee, sugar, creamer... Nothing suspicious yet, it seems. Crouching down, you look open the cabinets beneath the coffee machine. Looking through the half full area.

Then you saw it, a small vial hidden behind a spare bag of creamer labeled 'Valentino and Velvette: Love potion'.

Terror shoots through you, causing you to drop the vial to the floor. It shatters everywhere, leaving the pink liquid to seep into the tiles below. He's drugging you. All this time, you feeling this want for him, burning at his touch, listening to him as he jerks himself off late at night. You wanting him to do things to you. It's all part of his plan to make you his, completely. To make you want to be his.

Burning tears fall down your cheeks, humoring you as you stand on shaky legs from the tile. What do you do? Now more than ever you want an out, a loophole, a way to take your soul back from his greedy claws. Anxiety, terror, hurt, worry, pain.

You want to prevent yourself from doing anything drastic, you really do. But all you can feel is this pain, this pain as you run on your feet to the balcony door. Trying your hardest to pry open the doors as they rattle loudly, shaking them, pulling them, pushing them. This evil man can't keep you here for any longer. You'd do anything to leave, ruin yourself for him, do something awful, make yourself less attractive to him.

Nausea. Headache. Your knees buckle as an electric blue overtakes your vision. What is this? You can't breathe, Vox. Vox. Help. Your head clouds, words fill your brain and you feel yourself being wrapped up by sharp claws. You can't scream. Help me. Please.

"You really think it's that easy?" Mister Vox.

"I can't believe I trusted you alone, even for a minute. After all I've done for you, as well. After I gave you a life some would dream for. Stupid girl." He sounds mad, horridly mad. Regretful. Throbbing takes over your body as sound waves film your ears. You can feel him lift you into his arms, placing you down onto a soft surface harshly.

"How am I supposed to make you understand this? You're mine,"

Your vision slowly comes back, until all you can see is him as he stares at you from above. His eyes are dark, domineering, needing. He's ready to take. What is he doing? All you can feel is his claw as it travels up your middle, between the valley of your breasts, stopping at the middle of your neck.

"Now, my dear? Are you going to let me teach you a lesson? For being such a brat?" You gasp, feeling his hand as it circles around your neck, effectively taking some air from your lungs. You shake your head, attempting to move your heavy legs from him with wet teary eyes.

"Nonono! Get off, please, get off!" You cry, writhing in his grasp. He sighs, rolling his eyes as he clicks his fingers. Suddenly a pulse of electricity goes through you, causing a shock to blur your eyes and pull a scream from you.

"Every time you try anything I'm shocking you, Dove. Don't try to escape from me, it's not going to work," he grins, laughing at your frightened teary eyes. "I can do whatever I want to you, my dear! I fucking own you!!" He growls, using his hand that isn't around your neck to push your thighs to your chest, revealing your bare pussy from beneath your oversized shirt.

"No please.. I'll do anything..?"

"Oh I'm sorry dear, but this is what I want more than anything right now.. maybe you should have thought of this before making such a racket and alerting everyone in the building, hm?" He says, dragging his clawed finger through your building wetness. He finally takes his hand from your neck, instead using it to keep your thighs in place as he pinches your clit between his sharp claws.

"Ah! Mister Vox.. hurts..!" You wail, wiping your tears from your eyes as he continues to abuse your sensitive bud between his fingers. He chuckles looking up at you as you gasp in pain.

"Hah! Wail all you want, dear, no one can save you." Vox guffaws, finally taking his claws from your clit. Only to plunge them into your aching hole without warning. You moan out, feeling the sharpness of them inside of you as he curls his fingers into your g-spot.

Mister Vox revels in your wails of pain and pleasure, fucking you with his clawed fingers harsh and fast. His claws are surely are scratching you from the Inside, he can tell by the way your hands tremble and clasp over your lips.

You can't help but feel good. This masochism of yours that forces it's way into you. Every scratch of his fingers inside of you just makes you want to cum. You can't give him that satisfaction, you can't let him know that you are enjoying every second of his claws thrusting inside of you. This is awful. You hate it. You hate that you love it.

"Is my little dove enjoying this? Awe.. to scared to admit you fucking love this?" Vox laughs sadistically, giving you an extremely harsh thrust of his fingers into your g-spot. You squeal, vision going white for a moment as his fingers go at this manic speed. You feel your orgasm build, wishing to break through the walls and release. But you can't let it, you won't let him have that. You'll never let him have that feeling knowing he's won.

"If you don't cum I'll fucking ruin you, dove."

You gasp and choke on saliva, clawing on the bedsheets below as he forces you to orgasm. There's no getting out. He knows that you are trying not to cum. And he won't let it happen.

"Yes.. Mister Vox.." you say softly, hole clenching around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. Vox makes sure to drag it out, giving you slow rhythmic thrusts of his fingers to watch your body contract and writhe with pleasure.

"Good dove, listening to commands for me," He says softly, stroking the side of your cheek as he kneels between your legs. You want to pull away, but once again that burning and yearning feeling fills you. That stupid potion had an effect, and you can tell. From the way you feel a dizzy want when he looks at you to the wetness that continues to build between your thighs.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you so hard.." He laughs so himself, smiling crazily as he presses his hand to his face. "I'm gonna fuck you SO FUCKING hard, you won't even remember who I am anymore! How does that sound, my little slut?" Your lower lip wobbles as more tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

"Awful.." you whisper.

Another strong electric shock goes through you, causing you to scream out Mister Vox's name in pain as your body is left shaking and aching.

From the corner of your eye, you see Vox unzipping his fly.

"Wrong answer! Haha! Wrong fucking answer stupid slut," He growls, pressing the tip of his cock to your hole without a care. There something wrong with him, he's acting more crazy than ever before. He's getting off on your fear, getting off on your pain, getting off on knowing you can't do anything but be his.

With a loud slap, Vox sinks his entire length into you. You scream, clutching onto the bedsheets for dear life as he looms over you. He doesn't even give you a moment to let you rest, immediately setting a ruthless pace with his hips into yours. Every thrust causes your vision to go spotty with the pure force he drives his hips with, groaning with every thrust as he stares completely into your face as it scrunches in a pleasurable pain.

"S'too much! M-Mister vox It hurts!" You cry, reaching out to press your hands against his shoulders, clawing into his coat. You don't even care anymore, you want at least a small bit of comfort from these strong unforgiving thrusts. Vox chuckles at this, leaning down closer so he can capture your lips in a (forced) yet passionate kiss.

His long electric blue tongue immediately finds its way into your gob, passionately fornicating it against your own as his thrusts send you into a sort of floaty state. Vox maps the entirety of your mouth, tasting every crevice of you from your lips to the back of your throat. He thrusts almost ravenously like a dog, tip of his cock sometimes painfully pressing against your cervix.

Pulling away, Mister Vox looks Into your eyes, revelling in the way you claw at his back. You whimper and moan loudly, eyes fluttering closed as a tear falls down your cheek. He kisses it away, looking up at your closed eyes with a grin.

"Open your eyes, dove. Look at me while I fuck you." You cry out, opening your eyes for him so you can see him look at you with pleasure.

"Y-yes Mister- Ah! Vox.."

He chuckles, thrusting into you extremely hard. You can see the bulge of his cock in your stomach, poking against your skin in such a way you almost want to touch it.

"I'd fucking breed you if I could, fill your filthy cunt with all my little babies so then you can't even dream of leaving.. but I can imagine," Vox rambles, taking your cheek into his hand so he can look at you longingly- and almost affectionately. If it weren't for the position you're in you'd almost be enjoying this moment.

"Mister Vox!" You cry, back arching as your orgasm begins to prod at your stomach.

"Hm?" He asks, grunting as he thrusts into you.

"Can I cum? Please! Please please please.." You beg, legs quivering wildly. Vox chuckles, giving you an adoring look as you bite your lower lip.

"Awe look at you! Asking Mister Vox to cum and everything.." Vox begins, biting his lip as you sputter on a moan. "Of course you can, dove. Let go so I can fuck my cum into you.."

You scream his name when you cum, digging your nails so hard into his back you're sure his coat has tears in it.

You'd given up. Well and truly. You wouldn't admit it. But you've finally accepted it. You belong to Mister Vox. Forever and always.

Forever and Always.

Vox gives you one last thrust, emptying his cum into you with a moan from his own lips. Eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, Vox drags out his orgasm by serving you a few more small quick thrusts, making sure every last drop is inside of you.

But when he has, he doesn't pull out.

"Mister Vox.. pull out.." you whimper, wiggling your hips against him.

"Haha! As if. I said i'd fuck my cum into you, didn't I? I haven't done that yet.. okay?" He asks, stroking a hand through your hair.

"Yes Mister Vox."

[a-twistedheartslonging]

also, but what would be their opinion on this kind of thing, you know, if they would like this way of showing affection or find it strange (most likely they would be greedy about it and the poor reader would have to remind them that they need to breathe)

I'm too lazy to do all the boys but...

I would think many would like how...gentle your way of affection feels. Your lips are warm and soft, they feel so nice against his own and when you gently brush them against the skin of his face.

For many of them, it turns into-

but with much bigger creatures.

So, for face kisses...

Malleus is needy and isn't ashamed of it nor will he try to hide. You once joked that the scales on his forehead were to let you know where to smooch and he takes it very seriously and even moves his bangs out of his face when around you, expecting those soft human kisses.

As for mouth kisses, he has a similar issue that the eel twins do...accidentally choking you with his long-forked tongue. He really doesn't mean to, but it doesn't help that your mouth is smaller than his and it's so easy to gag you.

Leona is also needy and clingy, won't admit it, has his own way of demanding them, and loves to have you on his lap, claws lightly digging into your hips and you pepper his face with them. His kisses get sloppy and a bit wet, especially since he'll switch from making out to just licking your face suddenly. Jack has a similar habit.

Riddle is funnily more flustered about the kisses than he is about giving your face little grooming/affection licks and little bites. It just feels more intimate to put your mouths together like that.

Idia was kind of surprised that you wanted to be anywhere near his mouth giving the sharp teeth and mandibles. He knows people find bug features... unpleasant. Unlike the beasts that will lick and try grooming you with their mouths, he uses his mandibles to help you groom. Gently brushing them against your face and using them to mess with your hair. He sort of does it uncourteously when you're cuddling and close to his face and without thinking they help hold your face in place when kissing. Kisses are already intimate but if you place little kisses on his mandibles too. Oh, he's done for.

Jack well actually whines and gets huffy if you try keeping your lips sealed when he tries giving you one of his "kisses". Hey, he's trying to show you his love and respect here! And check on your health...and make sure you ate....and...

Wolves have a few reasons for doing it, really. Can't say he's not a fan of those human kisses though. He does everything to keep his face neutral, but his tail always gives him away when he leans down to your height to receive those sweet kisses.

Now that I think about it, you probably shouldn't wear flavored chapstick unless you're cool with one of them actually trying to lick it off. Especially the ones like Floyd...and no for the record neither he nor Jade would be sorry about gagging you with their tongues and there are admittedly times when they'll do it on purpose.

They think it's funny/amusing how your little mouth and throat can't handle them, and it admittedly gives them...more thoughts. You can try biting them during but with how they are it would probably be viewed as "playing" and not hurt them like you think it would.

[thehollowwriter]

Listen ya'll I know I'm literally the one who decides to make Finn and Silas cookie cutter sharks, but I'm ngl, at the time it was just cause I Iike cookie cutter sharks. I didn't realise it was accidentally thematically significant until later *wheeze*

Just a warning for discussions of cannabilism, fantasy racism, bullying, and some shark skull pictures under the cut. Also pretty pretty please read this for cookie cutter shark stuff, it's not very long XD

A big part of both Finn and Silas' lives (plus Morrigan's) was being percieved as more monstrous, animalistic, and dangerous, and even parasitic, partially due to Silas being from the Abyss, and partially because they don't look as human as other mers.

I have a hc (mostly because of Azul's backstory tbh) that throughout the many centuries of coexistence, human cultures and standards began influencing those of the merfolk.

Over time, more human looking mers (ones that look like your typical human idea of a mermaid e.g Ariel) came to be viewed as more civilised and desirable, while your more "animalistic mers" (such as Jade, Floyd, and Azul, tho even they still look quite human) that are a harder pill to swallow for humans came to be viewed as animalistic, stupid, and dangerous.

Essentially, the former were pretty fantasy creatures, and the latter were horror movie monsters.

Silas especially suffers from this due to being from the Abyss, and though his reputation is somewhat better than when he first came to Atlantica or during the time Morrigan died, he's still viewed as:

1. A creepy, violent cannibal just waiting for a chance to grab the next good hardworking citizen to devour, despite the fact that he hasn't eaten another merfolk in almost thirty years

2. A parisite (leeching off Morrigan, taking other people's money) despite the fact that he's self supporting (Can't be entitled to your dead husband's money or belongings when you aren't legally married bc you don't legally exist 🤷‍♂️ so it all goes to your shitty in-laws who hate you)

However I would be lying if I said that parisite imagery didn't work for Silas. Hell, his UM is parasitic in nature to reflect the life he jad to live in the Abyss, and even my idea for his OB phantom is the plush shark gorging on the ink bottle (and maybe the "cap" of the bottle puncturing the phantom's head and sticking out the other side like it ate too much)

His quiet nature, job as a butcher, and few ventures into public lets rumours run wild, which doesn't work out well for either him or Finn. And that's not even touching on the fact that when he does talk to others, if they're not acting like he's gonna suddenly lunge at them, they talk to him like he's stupid ("This is a phone, see!" Type behaviour yk) and only seem to take him serious when he copies Morrigan's more upper-class way of talking.

Finn, although certainly not treated anywhere near as badly as Silas, isn't free from coming under fire either. He may be treated with a very odd form of pity due to being raised by "someone like him (Silas)", but that's drowned out by being seen as a creepy problem child that upsets and scares his classmates. He's always been indirectly told he doesn't act "normal" and that something is "wrong", which is often blamed on either Silas or Finn's "nature."

Finn is largely avoided by other merfolk, whether it be fear of him attacking (mixed with a fear of the feeling the ghosts get others) or being lured by him to Silas, as some rumours went. Some children are banned from interacting with Finn or Silas entirely. For those who are more daring, they're quickly put off by Finn's unusual silence and "weird" or gross interests.

There are few who try and tease or bully Finn, and fewer who do it continuously, but those who do mostly target Finn's appearance (fat, "ugly" teeth, "ugly" shade of green, claws, too small, etc) and behaviour ("creep", dumb, too sensitive, weirdo, "doesn't talk/doesn't talk right", etc) or take advantage of his size to try knock him around (this ends poorly)

Cookie cutter sharks themselves are technically parasites, but not in the way people think. They are not true parasites, instead they are facultative ectoparasites. Although they do engage in parasitism, they don't depend on it to survive and do in fact hunt other sea creatures such as squid, like other sharks do. However, most people only know them as parasites that only feed off bigger creatures, similarly to how Silas (and by extention, Finn) is viewed.

Not only that, but cookie cutter sharks used to be called "demon whale biters" before they got their current name. It fits pretty well with Finn and Silas being seen as monstrous/demonic despite being extremely unlikely to attack anyone unprovoked and just want to be left alone.

Cookie cutter sharks are largely acknowledged to not be very pretty either. One of their nicknames is the "cigar shark" due to apparently looking like a rolled up cigar, and an article even described them as "ugly pencils" at one point. Their teeth aren't considered pretty either. I've actually got good pictures of cookie cutter shark skulls here:

Funnily enough, people do like more well-known sharks and even find them more pretty or even cute. Even their sharp and dangerous teeth are more palatable in a way since they appear more "neat" and appealingly organised.

This again fits with Finn, as Ariel-like shark mers are regarded pretty highly and found to be cool, strong and attractive (though this would probably be due to more acceptance of those kinds of mers in the recent past) while Finn's seen almost like a little freakshow of sorts.

So yeah that's my lil symbolism(?) ramble of the day lol

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YOU HAVE TO WRITE MORE. PLEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

the original link goes to my tags on this post here, but... I think you'd be more interested in this other iteration, lol, so I'm linking that one, too.

I have no idea what to add, though... like, no thoughts, just depraved mental images of Steve and Bucky fucking hard 🥴🥴

I do think about Steve getting fucked in his uniform often, though. I can't help myself. Especially the stealth suit, y'know? Like, okay, it's just a hot suit, but pulling that thread, he stole the red white and blue combat uniform from the museum, specifically to help jog Bucky's memories.

However.

The stealth suit was still a big fucking part of CA:TWS to me.

And I just feel like as Bucky was piecing his memories back together--finding out who he was again and being pursued so fucking heavily by this big man in his kevlar-swathed suit, all dark navy and secretive, containing his large but lithe form so well, nearly a damn catsuit--that suit definitely ended up being a part of some harsh, fast, forbidden feeling fucks.

With Steve on the run, sometimes hitting up safe houses or sometimes random ass hotel rooms, but always with Bucky lurking just around the corner, slipping in the window or lingering in the woods around back... yeah. There were definitely times that Sam was out collecting supplies, or Nat was running ahead to meet with her elusive contact, leaving Steve alone and raw feeling. Then, stumbling into Bucky and clinging to him while Bucky took to him like a desperate, wild animal. Defiling him in that suit. Both suits. Stealth and flashy red, white, and blue. But especially the stealth suit. Because the vaguely familiar suit had Bucky feeling a little gentler. He knows this man. He does. He had this man before. He was precious to whoever James Barnes was. But the stealth suit... that's a stranger. That doesn't belong to James Barnes or anyone, and whoever the soldier is, whoever he is now nameless and drifting, he desperately wants to own that stranger.

He's beautiful. And it's a fucking problem. He is drawn to him helplessly. Recklessly. Blue eyes. Mused blonde hair. Plush, pink lips (especially that bottom one, lord have mercy). He's big and set and stubborn. His jaw square, shoulders huge, and waist tiny. Yet, when he touches him, grabbing harsh and rough, reckless, and cut-loose, he crumbles as if he isn't anywhere near as strong as he looks.

Whimpering and crying out beneath him, begging wordlessly for more. Anything he could dare to give him, he wants. Hands biting into his waist, digging into his hips, collaring his throat; lips on his lips, lips around his pert, pink nipples, too sweet for such a large, heavy-set chest, lips on his weeping cock; dick shoved deep into his tight, drooling mouth, dick squeezed between his thick, quivering, somehow hairless thighs, pale and untouched, dick carving itself into his body, fighting to find room in such a tight, hungry hole.

It's feral. That's what it is. Feral, unchecked lust and strength that can only be found in the sheer desperation of two lovers who thought they lost each other forever and know each other so viscerally yet have been so ripped apart. It's the ferality of mine. Mine. Mine. Clawing at each other, moaning and shaking and crying.

It gets to the point, Bucky taking out those feelings he can't remember and can't name on an all too willing, sexually frustrated Steve, that Steve can't, even years later, put on the stealth suit without having a Pavlovian response to it. He slips into it, and, oops, his blood immediately turns thick and slow and hot, boiling in his veins, craving the language of teeth and nails and harsh grinding, hips against his ass, so deep in him he can taste it.

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

Going for the three piece here.

Ruby wasn’t the only one left tormented, mocked, and horny by Emerald sending videos of her dominating Jaune. Nora also had her fair share of watching Jaune be pinned down, forced to worship Emerald’s ass, and edged as he commanded to insult his former friends for his Goddess. Only difference was that Nora was far more horny than sad when watching these videos, even begging for more to be sent.

Elsewhere, away from their teammates, Nora squatted against a tree. Her shirt lifted and held between her teeth exposing her d cup breast to the cold night air. Her breath was harsh and rigid, her face dripped with sweat and was as red as Ruby's cloak. Her teal eyes glued to the scroll in her left hand, the video playing interesting her greatly, while her right hand slipped beneath her panties and pumped her fingers in her sopping wet cunt frantically, a dark stain growing larger and larger as more of her juices gushed out.

Ruby was not the only one to receive videos of Jaune from Emerald. In truth, Nora had been receiving those videos as well but kept it a secret from her friends. Not because she was ashamed of her leader's situation, nor for the concern of what they'd do if she had shown them. She kept it hidden from them for one reason, she like seeing Jaune get violated and broken. At one point, she was horrified by what she saw, it even sickened her that someone would be so sadistic. However, as time pressed on, she found herself liking the sight of Jaune's moans, his pleas, his cries, his submission. It tickled her to no end. Each time she watched the video, a bit more of her disgust melted away, with lust replacing it. It wasn't long before she caved completely and began openly masturbating to her leader's torment. Cumming harder than ever thanks to the videos. Tonight was no different.

Nora's fingers pumped deep inside her slit as she watched the video on her scroll. This one consists of Emerald smothering Jaune beneath her plump bubble butt, her mocha-skinned ass cheeks covering his entire face. Rather than use her hands, Emerald took to using her feet to stimulate his cock, as a result, small streams of pre-cum snaked their way over her digits. Looking into the camera, she smiled brightly as Jaune began speaking.

"I love your ass mistress *Slurp* I can't get enough *kiss*" Nora arched her back a bit as she heard him.

" would rather stay here and tongue fuck your puckering starfish than go on a date with Weiss. She's so pathetic she couldn't even get a fuck boy like Neptune to like her. "

Emerald giggled as she heard him prattle on with various insults "What about that cat girl? I bet you'd love to lick her ass too~"

Jaune snorted in response, giving her hole another lick before continuing "I would put my body anywhere near her. She probably let the entire white fang fuck her up her ass."

"what about your teammate, Nora? She has a nice body you know"

The girl in question didn't pay attention to what was being said by the duo. She no longer cared what was being said about her or her friends. Instead of imagining it was her dominating Jaune's face with her own rear end. Making him memorize her taste, forcing him to inhale her scent, and milking him dry of all his seed.

"That's right, Jaune.....like my sweat ass clean" she hissed, fingering her pussy as fast she she could.

On the video, Emerald pushed his head back into her crack, moaning loudly as she felt her climax approaching.

"Get ready blondie....I'm gonna......gonna....gonna"

She didn't finish her sentence. Instead screaming loudly as she came on Jaune's face. Her juices coated the boy in sticky fluid. At the same time, Nora arched her back and came alongside Emerald, her own cum staining her panties once more, some of it seeped through the fabric and landed on the ground. She slid down the tree as she rode out the last bit of her climax. She breathed heavily as she sat on the cold ground, her arms falling to her sides exhausted.

"Don't worry Jaune..." she panted "I'll save you......"

She did mean what she said, but rather than return him to duty, she'd keep him for herself. and maybe let the other girls have a go at him. Picking up her scroll once more, upon doing so, she saw Emerald had sent her a message.

'Jaune says he can't wait to see at Haven ~'

Reading the message, Nora smiled lustfully, eager to actually have real fun with Jaune and potentially steal him from the thief's grasp.

'Neither can I.' she typed 'so...send more videos. I need more'

She immediately began to finger herself once more as she heard and saw her messages blowing up with media attachments. She'd have to head back at some point but now was not that time.

Meanwhile, Ruby had just came from watching the video Emerald sent. Raising her fingers to her face, she stared at the sticky substance between her fingers. Unexpectedly she suddenly licked her fingers, making sure to gulp every last drop of cum of her digits. As she pulled her fingers away from her mouth, she stared at her hand shocked by what she had just done. Yet, a small part of her relished in the taste and the sight of her friends submission.

[lnkguts]

Possessor of the six eyes and limitless, Satoru always felt invincible. He knew what he was capable of from a young age. The fear shown on the faces of those around him spoke volumes. The shy glances from boys and girls around his age told him he looked decent. He never looked at his reflection on a mirror as it was deemed bad luck in the Gojo clan. Once or twice, he caught a glimpse of himself in the clear lake near his home.

The first person to show him absolute zero fear after meeting him for the first time was Geto Suguru.

It summed up the kind of person he was. Fearless and unbothered.

-

The first words they exchanged with each other were rather memorable. At least, for Satoru.

"You look like you need a shrink." Satoru grinned, taking in the wavy long black hair, heavy eye bags, and the seemingly permanent frown on the man in front of him. His six eyes take in more details, but to Suguru, he's not looking anywhere but at his own pair of eyes.

"You need a blindfold. Your eyes are disgustingly blue." Suguru didn’t wait for a response as he continued walking across the bridge to Jujutsu High. He wonders if he should've commented on the white hair too while he's in his vicinity, but quickly dismisses the thought to focus on his priorities.

Satoru felt a weird twist inside his chest at the jab with a tilt of his head. No one has ever commented on the color of his eyes. If anything, people avoided looking at him directly to protect themselves.

He brushes off the comment and smiles widely, going after Suguru. "I'm Satoru! You didn't tell me your name. We're gonna see each other often, so might as well."

I know, Suguru thought internally. "Suguru." He mumbled as his brows furrowed in annoyance. He was told Gojo Satoru is a quiet boy, so what's with all this chatter.

-

Three years later...

-

"Suguru~"

"Hm?"

"Let's go get takoyaki.", He whines, his lips sagging into a dramatic pout that Suguru sucks his teeth at.

For a brief moment, Suguru looks at Satoru's eyes. Well, at his blindfold to be exact. He wants to see his eyes, but it's something he'd never voice out loud. It's a ridiculous thought.

Satoru told him his grandpa had urged him to wear the blindfold two years ago until he could fully master controlling his six eyes.

"You're buying." Suguru stands up, shoving his hands in his pockets and heading out of the classroom.

Satoru puts his hands up in victory and pumps his fists a few times before catching up to his friend so he can walk by his side. He always walked to Suguru's left. He never asked, but he knows Suguru prefers it that way.

Suguru witnessed in real time how social the man became. It used to bother him, but he accepted that's how he'd be and there's no changing it. As long as Satoru didn't force him to be around people he didn't want to befriend.

Of course, Satoru sharpened his six eyes and limitless so he wouldn't spiral. He had his clan honor to uphold.

A few months ago, Suguru found out about the pain Satoru experienced once in a while in his eyes. The pain was explosive and Satoru tried his best that night to suppress it as much as he could. It was during their 3rd sleepover. Satoru tried to avoid him and leave his home after giving a poor excuse, but he demanded an answer so he could help in some way. He couldn't help. He hated that all he could do was watch Satoru groan and squirm in pain in his sleep. He hated that after the pain began, Satoru put his blindfold on immediately with shaky heads.

"Why are these ugly eyes giving you grief? Tsk."

Suguru knew how embarrassed Satoru felt as he helped him tie it in the back and that's probably why the man left so early in the morning even though he hated mornings and they had no classes that day. He wanted to tell him that it was okay and he'd stay by his side, but it was just one of those unnecessary thoughts. Satoru's strong. He'll be fine.

A few things annoy him. Satoru has a well for a stomach, he was now taller than Suguru and wouldn't shut up about it, he forces Suguru to try new things with him, and the list goes on. Maybe these things weren't annoyances, but something else.

-

A month later...

-

"I can't play basketball today." Satoru scribbled away in his textbook, drawing fake curses he's never come across. He hums and draws an exaggerated and deformed pair of ears with a smug face.

"Why?" Suguru asks, glancing at the crown of Satoru's head. Satoru didn't have his blindfold on, so he wanted him to look at him. Satoru always did the opposite. He'd hold Suguru's eye contact when he had his blindfold on and look away when it was off. Suguru hated it and hated how it stirred up an ugly feeling inside him.

"I have a date in the city." Satoru answered in a low voice but clear enough for Suguru to hear. The words hit Suguru's ears like bricks and he swallowed.

"A what? With who?" Suguru asks, controlling the tone of his voice so it doesn't sound off. It didn't work and the pitch of his voice rose. He wanted to slap himself.

Satoru chuckles and looks up, holding eye contact with Suguru for a fraction of a second before standing up and putting his blindfold on.

Suguru wanted to rip that blindfold off and shove it down his throat. Stupid fucking barrier. A barrier that Satoru didn't even need to put up when he was around him, but did it anyway.

"It's a blind date. Shoko's friend. Apparently, I played Go with him a long time ago." Satoru pauses for a few seconds before adding, "..And he likes my eyes." Satoru whispered but Suguru heard him loud and clear.

Satoru waves his right hand before exiting the classroom. "See you, Suguru."

Suguru lets out a shaky exhale he didn't know he was holding in. He pulls on his hair tie and lets his ponytail free, suddenly feeling a migraine creeping up on him.

-

Suguru watches Satoru and a boy he doesn't recognize laughing and eating fried chicken. Satoru ruffles the boy's hair and it forms a lump in Suguru's throat. What makes the ache in his chest worse is seeing Satoru blindfold free.

Suguru's mixed feelings mush and spike into anger. What did he not have that the strange boy had? What did he lack? He knew he was worthless, but to this degree? Was he not a good friend?

He watches the scene several feet away from him unfold for three more minutes. The boy across Satoru shakes his drink, pouting at the fact that it's probably finished. Satoru wastes no second offering his drink to which the boy happily drinks from with a rosy blush dancing on his cheeks.

Suguru's hand tremors come back in full swing and he curls his fingers into fists before shoving them in his pockets. He turns away and starts walking mindlessly.

-

"Suguru."

Suguru doesn't stop walking even though his heart skips a beat at the voice calling out to him.

"SUGURU!"

His steps come to a halt and he turns around. He controls the tone of his voice this time and speaks as if there isn't a hurricane brewing inside.

"How was your date, Satoru? Over already?"

"You stalking me, Sugu?"

Suguru frowns at the nickname for a second before his lips stretch into a fake smile. He wants to ask several questions regarding his date, but that'd make him look ridiculous. Just utterly pathetic.

"Of course not. Actually, it's good you're here. I should tell you the news now. I'm leaving Jujutsu High. It might sound sudden, but-"

"Stop." Satoru's brows furrow in confusion and the beating of his heart gradually accelerates.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Satoru walks a step closer. Suguru remains where he is.

"I'm leaving. It was planned a month ago. I'm set. It was nice o-"

Satoru cuts him off again. His chest is heaving now and his breaths come out fast and are cut short.

"Are you fucking joking right now? We graduate next week and we're going after a special grade and..y-you're quitting. Am I going crazy right now?" Satoru points a finger at his chest and swallows audibly.

Suguru's expression remains dull. "If you don't believe me, ask Yaga sensei. I came to say goodbye." It's true. He's contemplated it for months and decided recently that he was going to walk away from all this. He won't confess that his choice was fully set in stone after seeing Satoru with his date.

Sayonara Satoru, Suguru whispers in his head.

Satoru takes two steps forward, his long legs eating up the space between them until he's mere inches away from Suguru.

He whispers through gritted teeth. "Why do I feel like I'm being punished right now?"

Suguru's heart drops and a sharp pain twists in his throat. He wants to say a final word and leave but the word crumbles and turns to dust before it could leave past his lips. His mouth dries up, and he feels nauseated. He's even more angry at these ridiculous actions of his own body. Why's it so against him?

After a whole silent minute, Suguru asks, "How was the date? Do you like him?" Is he good for you? Am I not good for you?

Satoru's pupils dilate and his heart doesn't slow down. He wants to throttle the man in front of him. He wants to ask him to come to his senses. Maybe it's his fault. He tries to rack his brain to find out if he had done something that had been Suguru's last straw.

Suguru takes in the shades of electric blues swirling in Satoru's eyes. This is the longest Satoru has held eye contact with him for and maybe that's why he's struggling to bid farewell and leave.

A flashback of a dream he had a year ago washes over him like cold water.

"Suguru, what's your favorite color? Mine's every color of my favorite sweets. Pink, blue, purple.."

Suguru laughs wholeheartedly and ruffles his hair.

"Look at me Satoru."

And Satoru does. The shine of the blue in his eyes turns dark and they sparkle in a way that makes Suguru's heart almost burst right out of his chest. The feeling is so sweet it makes his teeth ache.

"My favorite color is the color that looks at me now."

Satoru's eyebrows shot up and his eyes blew wide open. He blushes and a sheepish smile dances on his face. When Suguru reaches his hand over to caress a blushed cheek, Satoru swats his hand away and shouts in his face, "WAKE UP!"

Suguru remembers the way his heart hammered in his throat after he woke up from that dream. He never laughed the way he did in his dream in real life. Satoru would ask him often to stop holding in his laughs when he told a really good joke.

He brings himself back to reality where Satoru is still staring at him with crazed eyes and a stance like he's ready to pounce any second.

A few more seconds pass and a bell dings in the distance.

Suguru remembers. He remembers a comment he made and his mouth becomes the Sahara. The first words he told Satoru. How could he forget them?

"You need a blindfold. Your eyes are disgustingly blue."

His stomach is in knots and he remembers a few other comments he's made in passing, insulting Satoru's eyes. Is that why he'd never look him in the eye for more than a second? Did Satoru take those words to heart? He knows that Suguru didn't actually mean them. He knows, right?

Fear grabbed him in its embrace.

-

(I'm going to stop here. I had an idea and wrote all this in a few minutes. As you can tell, I rushed thru it like hell. Should I expand on this story? Why do I already miss them? There's so much more I want to write but I'm hungry so bye satosugu and you who's reading this)

[twistedpoisonoushearts]

Characters: Octavinelle trio, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proofread, probably some grammatical errors

Synopsis/tags: Reader goes on a date with someone they don’t know very well, but couldn’t say no. The person tries to humiliate them but they forget they are in the monstro lounge, relationship not established, friends to lovers(?)

Notes: I have no clue what to put for a title, request if I have it open please! I'd love to write more!

"Great! So meet at the monstro lounge? Right after school."

Those were the words you heard only a few hours ago.

Mumbling curses under your breath as you made your way to the lounge you continued to wonder why you accepted this students ask for a…date.

They stood in front of you only hours ago. A grin and flowers in his hand. Not to mention the fact that he asked you in a date in front of many students in the hallway.

Why couldn't you have just said no? You asked yourself, the answer clear. Pushover. People pleaser.

Maybe if these issues weren't so prominent then you'd be able to stand your ground against the bird-man more. Maybe you'd even be able to prevent Ace and Deuce (and Grim) from causing trouble practically everywhere they went.

Alas, here you were, messing with you uniform nervously as you entered the lounge. Scanning the room you debated leaving-but that would be standing up your date. Which would…make you feel guilty.

So you walked over to his table with a forced smile on your lips and took the seat across from him.

He began to talk and even though you (sort of) tried to listen, you couldn't force yourself to listen to him.

Until you caught wind of his unfriendly grin and suddenly water-ice cold bone chilling water-cascaded down every inch of your being. You gasped at the chill.

Not a single dry spot. You were utterly drenched and near shivering.

You groaned, "My uniform!" You grumbled and shot your head up to the male who was laughing, two other males joining his side in laughter.

"You-you really thought I liked you?" He laughed with his friends and you didn't even bother to hold back an eye roll. "You, the magicless student who doesn't belong anywhere." Your gaze narrowed.

He continued to speak but you merely stood and grabbed your bag. He was not worth your time and how you wished you never gave it to him.

There was a thought in the back of your head asking where the tweels were. Surely they wouldn't allow this kind of publicity to be allowed in the cafe…

So when you saw his face change into fear, you didn't have to look behind you to know who it was.

Jade

"I suggest you leave the premises." He purred. A smile on his lips, but it sent chills up your spine. It wasn't even directed towards you.

The nameless student's eyes went wide but for some stupid reason, stood his ground. "Oh please. You're going to defend this magicless freak?"

"Yes." He said, "I am."

He rolled his eyes, "They deserved it."

"So if the Prefect here deserves to be bullied...then according to your logic...you deserve something as well." An eerie smile appeared on his lips.

"I-I'm out of here." Then the student ran with his friends.

"My my." Jade clicked his tongue, "How do you always get wrapped up in horrid situations."

You shrugged.

"My apologies for you having to deal with such inconsiderate people." He waved his wand and you were instantly dry, "How about a drink? It's on me."

He offered his hand and you looked into his heterochromatic eyes that you could never quite read, "Sure."

He was definitely going to have a deeper conversation with that student later.

Floyd

A sharp gasp behind you, "Shrimpy!" Then arms wrapped around your torso, holding you in a tight hug.

He glared at the student, "You dare do this to my shrimpy?" He released you and pushed you behind him, "My you're just asking to get squeezed." He laughed.

The student took a step back on edge, but didn't respond.

"Sheheee...why are you backing up?" He smiled, showing off sharp teeth, "I only want to squeeze you to death."

At that, the student booked it. Sprinting out with his friends behind him. Floyd was about to follow when you grabbed his arm. He very well could've shaken you off due to his strength, but he stopped and turned to you.

You sighed, "Don't. It's not worth it. It's my naivety that got me in this situation." You brushed back hair that stuck to your bare skin.

"But Shrimpy!" He whined, lips forming a pout.

You sighed, "I appreciate the thought though." You said. "I probably should go now tho-oh!" You were picked up.

"Wait! You're not dry!" He hugged you, "You're not leaving yet!" You yelped but just went limp in his arms. No point in struggling, besides it's the thought that counts.

Besides, even though the hug was quite tight, it made you feel warmer.

He was going to squeeze the hell out of the student later.

Azul

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to inform you that this kind of behavior isn't allowed inside the Monstro Lounge." The male said, standing beside you.

"In fact, you are banned from stepping foot here. Along with your friends." He said cooly.

"But-you can't do that!" The nameless student protested.

Azul adjusted his glasses, "Actually I can, and I just did. Just know if you are ever here again you will regret it."

The student snarled before walking out, friends in tow.

He turned to you, frowning softly, "Why do you allow yourself to hang around that kind of crowd Prefect?" He asked.

You sighed, "I dunno I just felt guilty about not doing it..." Arms crossed you clutched your sleeves in your hands, water continuing to drip on the floor.

He didn't respond, he only took out his pen and waved it. A breeze of air ruffled your clothes and tickled your skin. When it passed, you realized that you were completely dry.

"Perhaps there needs to be a contract where you don't say yes to everything." He softly smiled.

Your raised a brow, "The catch?"

"A uh..." his cheeks flushed, "a date with me?"

You grinned, "Well wouldn't that just go against the 'contract'?" You gave him a wink, heat rushing to your cheeks, "I'd love to."

Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[projectbluearcadia]

Just Luci Brainrot :)

(GN!MC)

Just imagining you (MC) sitting on Lucifer's desk in beautiful lingerie as an "apology" after you make him do something stupid with your pact, and Lucifer flat-out ignores you. Or, I should say, he pretends to ignore you, and he does a good job doing it.

Internally, however, the sight of you in that skimpy underwear that highlights every lovely part of you is driving him to borderline madness. Man is edging himself just to keep up the appearance that he's annoyed. Really, he wants to take off that underwear in his teeth, take those luscious thighs in his hands and make you scream your pretty little head off.

And yet, all he does is take a paper out from under your ass and starts working like his brain isn't conjuring all kinds of things he could do to you right in that second.

Of course, you're annoyed that he doesn't even seem to care that you've gone to such a length to say you're sorry for embarrassing him, so you decide to slide down onto his lap instead.

"Lucifer," you say. "I'm rea---"

"Do you mind?" Lucifer cuts you off sharply, giving you his most irritated glare. You're really testing his self-control now. God, how he wants to just take two handfuls of that barely-clothed ass and sit you on top of the friend that was currently struggling to not make itself known. "I have a lot of work to do."

You pout.

"Can't you put me on your to-do list? I said I was sorry earlier, Luci."

"Don't call me that," he retorts. "You can wait."

You might have been able to, but he certainly can't, as much as he's denying that fact.

Which is why, when you rub against him a little bit, you're already roughly bent over his desk, his fingers teasing underneath the pathetic fabric on your hips.

"You... really love testing my patience, don't you?" Lucifer growls, and you gasp. What a lovely sound. He'll be getting plenty more of those out of you. "You should know that an apology isn't anywhere near enough to make me feel better... I need to know you won't do it again."

Lucifer's gloved hands sink into your thighs as he squeezes, clearly admiring the view he has of you. The view of your dripping sex destroying your underwear, twitching at the thought of what he'll do. And, oh, he's been thinking long and hard about it since he caught sight of your lewd form.

You hear the click of his belt, the rustle of his pants as they drop off his hips. In another moment, the bottom half of your ruined underwear is ripped to shreds, and his throbbing cock is deep inside you. He takes the time to lean his body over yours, lightly pulling your hair at the root, forcing you to arch your back a little as he whispers against your ear:

"I'm not letting you off easy this time."