#but thank you for making me lose it more than i already had upon seeing this gifset. i've seen what god has done for others. i simply ask..

[heymrspatel]

can we talk about this real quick? like can we talk about how ian's just lying there looking at his husband in their new space? were they chatting? quiet pillow talk? were they just being quiet and ian was taking it upon himself to fondly observe him? thank you for your time.

ray. you come into my house with this? fully knowing? the effect? it's going? to HAAAVE?! i see how it is...

i think it's a mix of all. i think they're absolutely floating in the afterglow. just taking their time coming down. caressing. quietly talking. taking their time with what they want to say. conversations about anything and nothing. "do you want pancakes tomorrow?" and "we have an easy work day planned" and "i loved how you touched me tonight" and "kiss me" slow, soft. little smooches. little giggles. long stares. easy smiles. heavy sighs. a 'baby' here. a 'big guy' there. i love you, i love you, i love you.

but, i know ian also took his time looking. just going over all those features he already has memorized. mickey's straight nose, his long eyelashes, his eyebrows currently at rest, his freckles. so many! lighter than ian's, but there all the same. his shiny black hair, his ears, his neck - faintly marked - beautiful, collarbone, shoulders, chest, belly, down down down... ian's hands slowly touching everything he's looking at. with his fingers tips, feather soft. mickey all floaty and glowy and warm, accepting it all.

so, yea. i think everything, softly and slowly.

[quarterlifekitty]

hii

can I ask for more scent kink soap? ugh just something about that nasty nasty man GETS me.

So first of all this is inspired by this post that I’m fucking obsessed with so. Omegaverse be upon ye

Freak Soap who finds a pair of used panties on the floor of the communal laundry room in his flat building. So, like the animal he is, he lifts it to his face to sniff.

And like. He’s never really believed in being able to smell someone and just know that they’re a perfect match. Like, that’s nonsense. But right now? If he had a tail it’d be thumping. Like, he whines when he pushes the gusset of your panties right up to his nose, that’s how amazing it smells to him.

He ends up waiting in the laundry room all night to see if the owner will show. No luck. Sulks back to his flat, keeps the panties bunched up in his face while he fists his cock more than a few times.

Every so often he’ll catch little whiffs of it. It’s actually a very subtle scent— it’s probably why he’s never noticed, not till it was concentrated in that slick-soaked fabric. Sort of like how there are some things you’d never find unless you already knew what they looked like. People tell all kinds of stories about scents. That their mates smelled of bergamot and lemongrass, teakwood and honeycomb candy, peppermint and vanilla— all sorts of bath and bodyworks style shite. God knows he’s heard the word petrichor enough for one lifetime.

Gaz told Soap that he smelled like salt and single malt whiskey. Also dirt, but they all smelled like dirt at the time.

This scent was fascinatingly, infuriatingly simple and yet it smelled like the embodiment of home, of comfort—

You smelled like wheat. Warm wheat. It wasn’t spicy, herbaceous, sweet, earthy. Just… wheat.

At the front door of the building. By the mail boxes. In the laundry room. Sometimes, in a cruel twist of fate— right by his own front door. Always weak— just traces. Never accompanied by the wearer. His unpredictable schedule of deployments and leave just make it harder to try to track.

Until one day he comes back. Long bloody mission, dragged through mud, run ragged. Just barely able to scrape through to the finish line before his rut started, thank god. And yet, he’s dreading it. That pair of panties has basically all but lost any traces of you, he’s had it and held it in desperation for so long.

When the lift door opens, he can feel his spine straighten in alert. Wheat. Abundant. Fertile. You’re so close, and so close to a heat.

He drops his duffel by his door as he loses the battle to think of anything but stuffing his knot in a soft, hot cunt. His cock is already painfully hard as the rut claws and pricks at his synapses, coiled and at the ready. But he doesn’t have to travel far.

The door across the hall from his.

He gets low to the ground, like he’s trying to squeeze himself under the door— trying to get closer and closer to the scent.

Knocking, introducing himself, and acting like a human being is far from the forefront of his mind. His first instinct is to jiggle the handle of the door, growling when he finds it locked.

His second instinct is to dig the picking tools from his duffle.

[devildomwriter]

Wrap Me Up | Lucifer x Reader

1K Word Count | GN! Reader | CW: Very suggestive

Ribbons and bows scattered the floor of Lucifer’s room as you sat crossed leg in the middle of the mess.

Lucifer needed to wrap his brothers’ gifts and he was only just now able to get around to it. After this he could try to relax and enjoy what was left of the holiday season Diavolo forced upon him another consecutive year.

Lucifer pulled more boxes from his closet and sat them down next to you. He got on his knees with a sigh and began sorting the gifts into piles with their corresponding wrapping paper next to them.

Mammon’s wrapping paper was plain, just golden and shiny. Leviathan’s was anime-themed and something he special ordered for Lucifer to wrap his presents in. Satan’s wrapping paper had cats sitting on books. Asmodeus had multiple ones that matched his aesthetic; he’d also picked them out for himself—there was shiny pink, soft pink with white polka dots, and white with pink polka dots. Beelzebub’s paper was just brown and plain since he’d sniff out the food anyway and had no need to identify his gifts by visual means. Belphegor’s paler had the constellations of the Devildom.

You began moving some things aside so Lucifer would have enough room to roll out the paper and he found himself smiling at your consideration even though he wasn’t looking forward to wrapping everything.

Lucifer double-locked his door so his brothers wouldn’t barge in and spoil the Christmas surprise. Christmas may be a new concept for them but the idea of a great surprise was already hardwired into them so as the diligent brother he was, he wouldn’t let them ruin it for themselves.

Both Asmodeus and Mammon had already tried to enter and became extremely suspicious of you being in the room with him until Lucifer and you both explained what you were really doing.

Lucifer felt his headache coming back as now Beelzebub tried to enter the room. You quickly sent him away and Lucifer felt himself beginning to relax just as quickly as he’d stiffened up.

You looked at all the thoughtful presents Lucifer had gotten his brothers and it made you smile to see how much he cared. You knew he did care of course but his brothers had to be punished more often than not so it was easy to lose sight of that fact.

Lucifer saw you smiling at some of the items and prodded you for approval. “Do you think these are fitting?”

You laughed, “You’d know more than I would.”

He sighed and shook his head, “Sometimes I wonder. They’re much quicker to tell you what they want.”

“That’s because it’s my job to spoil them.”

“It’s your job is it now?”

“Mhm. Someone has to be the fun parent.”

He chortled and nodded. “I see. You’re their parent then?”

You nodded, “I may as well be. I feel like I’m taking care of a household of kids.”

Lucifer smiled at the thought someone knew exactly what he was going through but at the same time worried he was burdening you by asking for help.

You read his expressions well enough to know what he was thinking and shook your head, holding your hand up to stop him from saying anything else.

“I’ve got you with me, so that makes it all okay. No matter what they do next.”

Lucifer was touched and thanked you with a faint blush as he began wrapping the first few gifts.

“Tape,” he requested with an outstretched hand and you cut some off for him.

You worked flawlessly together as over two hours you managed to wrap every present. You insisted on wrapping even the smallest ones and he began to wonder if it was so you could keep him a little longer.

You looked at the clock and smiled. “I guess it’s Christmas already, huh? That came so quickly…”

Lucifer nodded. “Thank you, ___, for making this holiday fun for all of us.”

You smiled and blushed. “Well…I’m not done yet…” you confessed and he gave you a curious look.

“Oh?”

“You have one last present to wrap,” you insisted and he watched as you dug through a box of bows and found the perfect one.

You handed him the bow and he stared at it for a moment so you took his hand and placed it atop your head.

“Me. I’m your present,” you said doing your best not to get flustered.

Lucifer took a moment to process what you were saying then gave you a surprisingly genuine smile rather than a flirtatious smirk.

“Yes, you really are,” he agreed and hugged you. “So…what do I get to do with my present exactly?”

You grinned and did your best to maintain eye content. “Whatever you want.”

He raised an eyebrow and grinned, “Anything I want to? Really?”

You nodded and he began leading you across his room.

“Even if I wanted to bring my present to bed? I could do that too?” You nodded so he continued, a sly grin growing.

“What if I wanted to tie your wrists up in ribbons and undress you?” You nodded again, becoming heated as he spoke directly into your ear, hand over your stomach.

“Is that so? What if I wanted my present to unravel in my hands and scream my name loudly enough to wake the house?”

You felt like you’d melt as he continued his fantasies in greater detail. “So…my present would let me stuff my cock in them over and over again until Christmas morning?”

You nodded, your knees weakening as he slowly ran his hand up your leg. You felt his breath against your ear and shivers throughout your body as he gave you a wicked grin.

“I see. In that case, I’ll make thorough use of my generous present... And by the way,” he laughed. “Presents aren’t only valid on the day they’re given…isn’t that right? I hope you know I don’t intend for this to only last a single night.”

[destinyisastar]

Can I request an alastor and reader, where the reader is the owner of the alastor's soul, because in the beginning the alastor hated having made that contract that made him sell his soul, but as time goes by the alastor falls in love with the reader, and if If you feel comfortable, he is also being turned into a yandere by the reader (this yandere part can be removed if you don't want it), so reader tired of Alastor's antics and maybe a little scared, she the reader had an idea to make Alastor unwillingly to help Charlie and his hotel project. Could you do what Alastor would be like in the beginning until his more romantic transformation, what kind of things could happen...I'm curious

Say your Mine

Alastor x Fem Overlord Reader

Summary: You are a powerful overlord who is rising to the top, until a new sinner starts to take over what's yours. Once a deal has been made your new pet has taken more than a fancy to you. How will you deal with him now?

More info!: I am sorry that this took so long!! I made Alastor a slight Yandere (he seems more like a pathetic man in love I think). Also, Readers power is similar to that of Chuuya's from bsd! I really liked this idea I hope you enjoy this anon! Thank you so much for requesting!! This is a long one so beware!

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You beam with pride as you see sinners on the street run into the shadows to hide from you. Grinning widely at them as they curl up in fear, one even kneeling before you, begging at your feet.

 Making a name for yourself was surprisingly easy once you landed in hell. Of course, you had the little rough and tumble with a couple of overlords, but you always came out on top.  Deals upon deals fell into your palm. You never dealt with your soul, absolutely never, you were no fool. Unless of course you knew you would never lose in the first place. Your good friend (A friend? In hell? Surprisingly yes!) Zestial wanted to make a deal with you when you first met.

“You are making quite the name for yourself….”

“Impressed aren’t your Zestial?” You asked grinning.

Zestial chuckles, “Would you care for a deal, my dear?” He bends himself down to your level, “I never deal with anyone I know won’t make it worth my time….”

“Oh, Zestial… I would have to say ……. no!” You giggle, lightly nudging him away. “But I could offer my friendship to you instead!”

And that was that!

However now there was someone moving in on your territory… A newcomer who sinners called the Radio Demon… He was stealing your mojo, killing off overlords left and right broadcasting their screams on his little radio show how…. peculiar.

Now you were making your way to his station to either end his life or offer him a deal…

 oh, this will be fun….

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 “Well, I didn’t expect such a visit from an individual of your nature here Oh-ho!” A shadow comes from the ground taking form of the new overlord, Alastor.

“I simply came here for a chat Mr. “Radio Demon”, You tilt your head slightly, “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” You say with a wide smile.

Ever the gentleman, the Radio Demon opens the door and leads you to his broadcasting room.

“I don’t suspect you came here for a friendly chat....” The demon says with a wild grin.

“How correct you are……”

Alastor summons his shadow creatures, and they begin their assault.

The little one pounces on you trying to scratch out your eyes, but you quickly throw it off making it splat into the wall. Another yanks your arm, opening its mouth yet the creature doesn’t get a chance to take a bite, as you rip its head off with your other hand.

Alastor summons his tentacles, wrapping them around you and slamming you into the wall.

“This is useless darling…. All your work will have been for nothing.” His eyes turning into radio dials. “You poor fool, you truly thought you could defeat me…”

“I’m the fool?”

“Yes! Are you becoming deaf my dear? Are you such a weakling that you lost your hearing already? You haven’t even left a scratch on me!” He laughs.

You laugh along with him. “Oh, Alastor…. You’re so pathetic…”

Alastor tilts his head to the side with a screech of static, “Pray tell how I am the pathetic one, when you are the one in corner?”

“Your so full of yourself!” You giggle.

Alastor feels the ground underneath him begin to shake, he looks down to see floor breaking apart. Hands come from the darkness beneath him making his tentacles release you. He tries to get away, but the hands grab him throwing him through the ceiling of his radio station all the way to hell’s red sky. Alastor falls to ground with painful loud static making the sinners on street run to safety.

You come out of the destroyed station wiping the dust off you as you make your way to the overlord on the ground.

“I’m the fool you said.” You kick Alastor in the stomach as he tries to stand up.

Alastor falls to the ground once more, his grin stretching higher.

You grab his hair to level himself with you as you stand, “My, my how pathetic you look right now Radio Demon!”

Alastor huffs, he summons his tentacles once more, but darkness beings to surround you forming a barrier cover you both completely, making his power somehow lessen.  

“Now, now I did indeed come for a chat! You just jumped to conclusions!” You let go of his hair with a push to the ground.

“I can see that you are as powerful as they say,” You let out an airy laugh, “Not as powerful as me though!”

Alastor lunges at you, a green aura surrounds him but he is quickly brought down by an unknown force.

“W̶͇̣̿̅ḥ̵̨͊͒ǎ̶̭̠̇t̷̝̦͘ ̸̖̀̽̋t̶̟͉̬̿͆̚ḣ̵̜̥̔é̷̢̙̩̔͋ ̷̨͈̥̆̍̅f̶̻͋̎ů̴͔̀c̵̟̔k̶̰̟͚̾ ̵̨̜̤̀̈́͗ä̴͙̲̩́r̸̹͉͙̓̾͋è̴̟̘ ̴̘͌̔̐y̵̬͙͌ö̴͎͖́u̵̗̩̎͜ ̸̝̼̬̾̄̚d̵͚̏̃o̸͕̞͔̚i̴͎̤̇̇n̶̻̯̊̅ḡ̷̐͜͝ ̶͇̘̓̀t̴͖͔̉̒͗ớ̸̢̥͊ ̵̣̊̈́͜͜͝m̵͎͔͛̾e̸̲̺͓̎!̸̜̰͎̔” He screeches out.

“I’m just making sure you know that I am more powerful than you…now what..should..I.. do..with…you? Hmmmm?”

Alastor snarls, he tries to claw your face, but his arms are forcefully pulled down.

“Let’s make a deal.”

“W̶̥̅h̴̨̟͝a̶̧͇̯͆t̸͈̦̬͠͠?̵̻̥͊͐̚”

“A deal! Hello!? Are you the one deaf now? Hmm?”

Alastor stares at you with a terrifying grin.

You raise your hand towards him, “We could forget this little mishap ever happened… I can help you on your little route on becoming the most powerful overlord hell has ever seen…. Of course, you would have to obey every single one of my commands, come to me at my every beck and call…… it’s just the cost of your soul...” This time you’re the one grinning at him.

“Come on now….” You release him from the force of your power, “Its only your soul…. Don’t you want more power than you can ever imagine…. Don’t be a fool Alastor…. Shake my hand.”

Alastor now on his knees, stares at you as you stand above him, he raises his hand, “Immense power….?”

“Exactly.”

He takes hold of your hand.

“A wise decision Alastor.”

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Alastor despised you…. well, at first, he did.

In the beginning of your little partnership, you treated him like a dog… making him fetch little things for you… making him cook for you…it was humiliating.

The Radio Demon became nothing more than a maid.

He grits his teeth as he stirs the pot of jambalaya, you had specifically requested it, he turns to see you at the dining table staring at the window.

His heart starts to… flutter? Why did it do that?

You turn around to meet his gaze, “How’s it coming along, Al?” you smile at him.

“Its coming along rather nicely my dear!” He tells you as he turns back towards the pot, adding a bit of spice to it.

Alastor feels your eyes still on him, “Anything interesting happen today, Alastor?”

He grabs a bowl from the top shelf, tastes the jambalaya for a final time before pouring some into the bowl for you, “Oh just the usual darling, sinners falling at my feet, begging for forgiveness…I visited Rosie today as well.”

“And how was Rosie? I need to pay her a visit soon.” Alastor walks towards you placing the bowl in front of you.

“She’s doing well, she even gained new territory.” He stands by your side.

You grab a spoonful and put it in your mouth. “Oh, Alastor its delightful! Wonderful as usual!” You beam at him.

“Why of course it is, I made it! Ha-ha!” He begins to walk away when you grab his arm.

“Won’t you stay with me… you made the meal, stay please?”

Even though you treated him like a maid most of the time, you enjoyed his presence.

Alastor looked down at you, you with your soft smile, his own smile growing.

“I’d be glad too!” He grabs himself a bowl and sits beside you. “How was your day my dear?”

You continue to eat your meal, stopping to take a sip of your drink, “It was quite a good day, I managed to strike a deal with Carmilla, her mass weapon produce continues to grow, and I have a feeling that will be needing them soon.”

Alastor eats his meal, and it indeed is a wonderful meal (he made it! Of course, it’s delicious!). “Why do you think that?”

“Its mostly a gut feeling...”

The conversations flow easily.

It felt oddly domestic.

As you speak, Alastor feels a warm feeling pouring in his chest.  After all these years standing by your side following your orders, he thought he would hate you more, but you kept your part of the deal by giving him the power he desired. You never let anyone know that you owned his soul out of respect (was it respect? Maybe?), and he appreciated that. He appreciated the overlord who owned his soul.

He sees your hand on top of the table and reaches for it, its smaller compared to his.

You stop talking and look down at your hand to see Alastor’s slightly rubbing your hand.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a tilt of your head.

Alastor stays silent for a moment, “I….I enjoy spending time with you.” his radio voice is off.

It’s your turn to be silent. You remove your hand from his, “Thank you for the meal, Alastor.” You stand up from your seat, “Do you think you can clean up? I’m a bit tired from today I’m gonna head to bed early, again thank you.”

As you head to your room you feel Alastor’s gaze upon you.

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Alastor has gotten close to you in the past days. A bit too close and personal. Lately all he’s been doing is trailing after you. Usually, he would go about his day and doesn’t come near you till you call him. You don’t mind that he dotes on you, but he doesn’t seem to be acting like his old self. The self that wanted you dead. You won’t lie, you enjoyed that part of him seeing as he wanted nothing more to be powerful.

“My dear, I believe this would look outstanding on you.” Alastor says as he points to a dress in a boutique window.

“Yes,” You say as you continue walking past the window, “It does seem pretty, but I do have enough clothing.” You turn around to face him not noticing an electrical static presence behind you.

“Why hello there Y/n! A hellish day we’re having today, aren’t we?” Vox says behind you.

Alastor’s grin tightens.

“Oh, hello Vox, I’m surprised your out on this side of hell.”

“I just felt like taking a walk around, I don’t think there’s any harm in that.” Vox leans down near your face.

“There’s always harm wherever you go.” You push his screen away.

Vox laughs, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Alastor stands behind you, a growing rumbling red feeling grows within him. Why are you chatting with that bumbling fool. He is nothing. He’s not worth your time. That’s right, you’re spending time with him today! Not Vox!

“Ha-ha-HA!” Alastor suddenly appears between you and vox. “Well, if I knew that such a garbage piece technology would appear I would have walked myself straight into the nearest hell pit!”

“Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t come here to chat with you! You old trash!” Vox sneers at Alastor.

“Is that the best you got, pal!?” he says with a static voice.

“I have plenty more where that came from, but I don’t want to waste anymore of my time with you!” Vox turns to you. “I’m sorry for that my dear,” He grabs your hand looking sincere, “I’d like to speak with you privately if I may.”

“What would we be speaking about?”

“Ah, I’d prefer if we spoke without prying eyes surrounding us.” He stands closer to you pushing Alastor away.

Alastor huffs.

“How about we have dinner together?”

Alastor’s static cut off. Dinner? Dinner with V̷̞̪̑̇o̴̭͘x̶̦̻͠ ? No. The answer will. Be. No.

“I don’t believe I have anything planned for this evening… I’ll take you up on that offer.” You smile at him.

No. Why did you say yes? WHY? Alastor feels his façade beginning to crack.

“Great! Does seven o’clock sound good to you?” Vox grins at you.

“Sure.”

Vox nods his head at you and zaps off into the nearest electrical wire.

Alastor stays silent.

“Why the long face Al?”

He shoots his head up giving you a grin, “Oh, nothing darling, I was just wonder why you would waste your time with such a pathetic piece of “tech”.”

“Vox’s technology is advancing from what I had in the past, I feel as I need to keep up with the future.” You look him in the eyes. “Don’t you think we should keep up with the times in order to succeed?”

“Don’t you think I’m enough for you?”

“What?”

“You don’t need that loon! I’m all the future that you need! We can work together, you and I!” He grabs both of your hands clasping them together, pulling you towards him, not caring that sinners are staring. “I’m all that you need.”

“Alastor,” You try to pull away from his grasp, but his hold tightens. “Let go now before I make you regret it.” Your tone turning more serious by the second.

He lets go but his hand traces yours, “You don’t need him… I treasure your presence that imbecile would only use you, my darling.” He cups your cheek, but you swat him away.

“Go back to your home Alastor. I’ll call you if I need you.” You stare at him one final time before walking away and Alastor disappears into the shadows.

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You had just about enough of this.

As you were sitting across from Vox eating your dinner, he talked about the advancements he made in his security systems, the newest models of these so called “phones”, how he was hoping that with your help he could expand his business across the seven rings.

You were intrigued, not only would you acquire the knowledge of these new technologies, but you would be even stronger than you are now. Vox’s help would certainly make things far easier for you.

“What’s the catch?” You ask him before taking a sip of your drink.

“No catch at all, I would just like to form a partnership with you. I believe together we can strike fear into these worthless sinners. Our business together would make others tremble in fear.” He smiles genuinely at you.

“A business partnership?”

“If you’d like to call it that.”

You raised your hand towards him, “Deal.” You smile back at him.

As Vox was about to shake your hand a tentacle broke through the window grabbing him and slamming down to the streets of hell.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Vox yells.

“Y̶͈̋o̵̘̩͒̊u̷̼͋ ̴̬̼̎̓ḍ̵͋ä̷͕͍̎r̸̪̈́ę̸̡̊̅ ̷̤̹̄̽ṭ̵̥̂r̵̢̖͌y̵̙̎̾ ̴̘̄̒ț̴̡͝o̸͕͙̊̕ ̵͖̉̔ṱ̸̋a̴̪͚̓k̷̥̈́͒è̵͚͝ ̴͓͌̓w̸̦̒̈́h̴̫͕́ä̶̻͝t̵͕̙̓̚'̸̡̿s̵͚̾̇ ̸̣̻̔m̵̘̼͝i̶͈̮̽n̶̜̐̚e̸̠̲͊͝?̸̪̈́” Alastor’s demonic form takes shape, a booming static floods through the city.

“Of course, it’s you, you old fuck.” Vox gets up with a shake in his legs. “Taking what’s yours? Are you so old that you forgot that, that woman is a complete league above the rest of us? I can admit that. Can you?”

Alastor cracks his neck to the side. His shadow puppets forming around Vox, his tentacles racing towards him.

Vox takes a stance, his electrical waves were about to strike Alastor,

Until you came in between them, the gravitational pull from your power pulling them to the ground, the darkness taking hold of them till they calm down.

You walk over to Vox first, “I am deeply sorry for this, Vox,” You release him from your grasp, you can hear Alastor thrashing around behind you. “I would like to continue our conversation at a later time, before I make our deal, I need to deal with him first….” You tone becoming aggravated.

“HA!” He looks towards Alastor who is still on the ground, “ No fucking way are you acting like a fucking child HA!!” He cackles.

“Vox….”

Vox visibly shivers, he turns slowly towards you, “Yes…?”

“You may go home…. now.”

“Ah! Yes! Of course, Hahahaa! I’ll see you soon!” Vox teleports away.

You begin making your way to Alastor, tightening your hold on him, forming the dark barrier around you like when you first met.

“What the fuck were you think you stupid fucking fool?”

He begins to let out a static screech.

You release him from your grasp and instead tug on the chain that forms around his neck. “You disobeyed my orders, how FUCKING DARE YOU!” Your demonic form grows larger.

“How should I punish you? Hmm?”

Alastor tries to grab your hands, but you slap them away.

An idea pops into your head, and you release Alastor from your tight grip, but not yet letting go of his chain.

“Do you enjoy spending time with me Al?”

Alastor starts to breathe normally again and crawls towards you, “Yes… yes I do.”

“You don’t deserve to be by my side.”

His static begins to take over the barrier.

“You made me look like a fool… you say you cherish me, yet you had the audacity to do this.”  You grab his chin making him look upwards at you, “That won’t do at all….”

“I order you to be in a pit of darkness…. Only and only when I call upon you shall you return to my side and obey my orders.”

“W̵͔̲͒͑H̷̙̫̹͔͎̒͝Ą̷̟̜͋͒̊́͠ͅT̵̢̧̩̙̖̓͂̅?̵̡̛̥͖̈́̃̚”

“Ń̶͉̤̥̲̹̩̅̓̌̏̔̚͜Ỏ̷̢͕̑̑̉͝͝!̸͚͐̏͆”

A dark pit forms beneath him, Alastor tries to claw his way towards you.

“L̵̟̮̈́Ę̷̝̮͍̦́̍͘͘T̶̖͙̰̪̎̿͠ ̶̧̪̥̝̙͂̽̎M̶͖͍̿̌́̈͝Ẹ̷̜̯̐ ̷͈̟̳̖̮̏͋͘S̴̢͔̙̮̈́̔͒T̶̨̡͕̎A̵̝͔͈̾̓Y̸̙͖̌ ̸̨̥͈̀̀͂̌B̵̢͍̣̐̒̑̚͠Y̶̢͚̳̓ ̵͓͐̀́Ȳ̸̺͝O̷̮͈͝Ù̸͎̳̈̋R̵͙̝͉͋͂ ̴͎̝̱͗̂ͅŞ̷̩̂͊̔͛͝I̷̫̼̳̎̒͜͜Ḓ̸̍̄͝È̵̡͔͙̻͂̚”

Shadowy hands grab him and pull him down to the darkness and the pit closes.

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It’s been seven years and you’ve been doing great. You were able to gain new territories and eliminate those pesky pathetic overlords that are of absolutely no help to you.

You sit in your living room watching the 666-news channel. Normally you wouldn’t partake in such wasteful time, but vox had gotten you a new television set that he said, “was to die for”.

And an upcoming guest on the news was Princess Charlie Morningstar. You rarely ever spoke to the Morningstar family, you only spoke to Lilith as you both had quite similar interests. You considered her a good friend though you haven’t seen her in quite a while, last you heard from her she said she was taking care of business.

Princess Morningstar spoke about a project she was developing, a hotel for sinners to be redeemed. How unusual. Sinners wanting to be redeemed? How laughable. This is hell, no one can be redeemed….. or can they? You were intrigued. After seeing how the princess became a laughingstock after her song, you decided you wanted to “help” her.

Of course you wouldn’t show your face there yourself, no, no, no. You would send someone over there to guide her.

With a snap of your fingers a dark pit opened up on the floor next to you and a red being was formed.

The radio demon was on his knees while you continued to watch the television, sipping your tea.

Without looking at him, “Alastor…. Stand.”

Alastor gets up, wipes the dust off his coat and stands by your side, silently watching with a crackle of static.

“My dear, I apologize for acting out of sorts the last time we spoke….” He bends himself lower. “Please forgive me….”

“Watch the television.”

Alastor focuses his gaze on the … tv…. disgusting.

He sees the Princess of Hell fighting the news reporter… what was that woman’s name again? Killer? Killeye? It doesn’t matter.

“What’s my purpose in watching this noisy picture box?”

“The Princess wants to make a hotel to redeem sinners…”

“What does that have to with me?”

“I want you to help her.”

Alastor’s static cuts off abruptly, “What?!”

“Help the Princess with her project, even you might find it interesting.”

“That’s absurd!”

You glare at him, “Do you dare question me?”

“Of course not my dear…..”

A chain is summoned around Alastor’s neck, and you move him towards you. “Haven’t you learned your lesson yet?”

Alastor grits his tightening smile. “I’ve spent years without you….  I don’t think I can bear to be without you any longer.” He grabs your hands that hold his chain. “Let me stay by your side…I won’t cause trouble for you again.”

“Weren’t you listening to me?” You pull his chain harder.

“You’re the one not listening to me.” He mutters.

You, in fact, pretend not to listen to him.

“Go to her hotel and help her, guide her.”

“Is that what you wish of me, my dear?”

You face him, “Yes that’s what I want you to do.”

Alastor huffs and grabs your hand, placing it on his cheek, rubbing his face slightly with it. “Let me stay…. Let me be yours….”

You indulge him for a minute, but you quickly stand up from your seat.

“Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

Alastor, who is still on his knees, looks upwards at you, arms wrap around your waist. He nuzzles his face on you, “Yes, I understand….. but I do have a request….”

“And what would that request be?”

“If I do this… can I be yours….?” His eyes forming radio dials, static rings in your ears.

You smile down at him, running your hand through his hair, playing with his ears. You then bend down lower to his level, nearing his lips but not quite touching them.

“You can be mine.”

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Hi everyone! I know I haven't posted in a bit! Sorry!! I recently been getting to the persona series, the music goes hard! You should give Heartbeat Heartbreak a listen!

WordCount: 3619

destinyisastar 2024

[just-some-random-blogger]

hello!! i loved your cregan x martell!reader work sm 😭😭 could you plz bless us with another one? i'm so curious about this pairing, was their marriage arranged or a love match? does little rickon exist in this au? what abt the war?

i'd be delighted to read more about them, if you're willing to write, of course :) thank you in advance!! i adore your writing <3

Heat

You take your husband to Dorne for your sister's wedding. He fairs horribly in the heat.

Cregan Stark x Martell!Reader | 600< | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, dramatic!cregan, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: HI NONNIE! this was my firs req since i closed em so YAY US (and it took me so long to write it lmao). it's just a lil blurb but i hope you like it! also this is the fic in question.

Tagging: @sloanexx

The Lord of Winterfell was leading the travelling party. We were deep in Dorne; Sunspear was already within view. And although the fearsome wolf of the North was not one you could easily defeat, he was steadily losing to the dessert sun.

"Cregan," I call out from my horse beside him, "you will get sun burnt if you keep your back bare."

The Warden of the North had one by one removed the clothes off his back. His face, chest, and back was flush and irritated in more ways than one as he looked at me, "and if I put a shirt on," his brows furrow, "I will faint because of the heat."

With a groan, I remove the silk shawl off my shoulders and I steer my horse closer to his. I place the the fabric on his burning flesh, immediately making him whimper. He shrug it off, "I'm sweaty."

"Cregan," I glare and grab my shawl before it drops, "you're overheating."

He rides faster.

"Cregan," I follow, "come here."

He gallops off as quickly as possible, running straight towards the gates of Sunspear. I am taken aback by his sudden fleeing. I look over to the rest of the party, all of which were Northerners equally melting in the heat, and decide to gallop into Sunspear as well for their sake.

Upon my arrival, I was greeted by many people, all of which expressed their delight to see me again. I greet them with glee as I dismount. I instruct the servants to attend to the men and give them something to cool off with.

"Sister!"

"Sister," I call back with a smile.

My younger sister, Calliope, embraces me and kisses my cheeks. I return her affection and brush her hair behind her ear, "you have grown more radiant since last I saw you, my love. Your groom is blessed to have you."

She giggles, "as is yours" she looks me up and down, "is this a glow of an expecting mother?"

"If it be the will of the gods," I smile and link arms with her, "Lord Stark has been most ardent in his duties."

We share a laugh.

Calliope leans in and raises a brow, "you should have brought a bit of snow with you, sister. I think your wolf has jumped into garden fountain."

"He what?"

My sister and I run off to the gardens, and sure enough, there laid the hulking man, body barely even submerged into the water.

"Cregan!" I snap, releasing my sister to fish out my husband, "you giant oaf!"

The man slowly sits up. He wipes water away from his face and smiles, "hello, beautiful wife."

"Get out of the fountain."

He spits out water.

"There are many pools in Sunspear where you actually fit," I reach a hand out.

He crawls over and takes my hand, only to pull me closer and kiss me. His dripping hand comes to my cheek. I whimper. He pulls away and smiles, "will you be joining me?"

I press my lips into a line, "get out of the pool, Stark."

The water sloshes as he gets on his knees and climbs out, "yes, Stark."

Water spills and drips onto the floor as Cregan stands next to me. My sister, Calliope, giggles from behind me. The man looks at her as she speaks, "it might do you well to know the nights at Dorne are cooler, my lord."

I make a face and pull my skirt away when it begins to absorb the pooling fountain water. Cregan notices this and grabs me by the waist, pulling me tightly against him.

"Cregan!"

He smirks and kisses my neck. I glare at him and he smirks at my sister, "I should hope so. My lady keeps me warm at night."

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Hello! Thoroughly enjoying your writings!! Deeeelish!! You are fantastically talented and we are so lucky as a fandom to have you!

What if during the battle between Adam and Alastor the reader jumped in front of Alastor and took the hit instead. Up until this point Alastor couldn’t put his finger on his feelings for the reader but seeing them badly hurt, and protecting him clicks it all into place.

Thank you for entertaining the thought!!

Fight For Me

Alastor x GN!Reader

TW: Blood, Alastor being angry.

A/N: YOU ARE SO NICE IMMA CRY- IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT!

It wasn’t supposed to end up like this, you were supposed to be fighting the executioners with the others. You weren’t supposed to be up here with him and fighting this no good first man. As he collected you in his arms seeing the gash that ran from your stomach to your chest made his smile falter, he had already lost his microphone and now here he was about to permanently lose you. He couldn’t let that happen. Not yet. 

He ignored Adam as his shadows curled around the both of you and allowed him to quickly travel to his destroyed tower. Why would you protect him? He cursed himself as he ripped your shirt open, he was much more of gentleman than this but your fucking afterlife was on the line. Why did he care?  He snapped his fingers as his shadow slid a medical kit across the room, you were out cold so this could go easier, his shadow danced across the walls as he started to wipe as much blood as he could away. Tears stung at his eyes as his smile became tighter, threatening to pull at the hidden stitching. 

Throwing his jacket off to the side as it felt restricting, He could easily finish you off right now. Why does he care? As he carefully stitched the scar back up, he kept glancing up at your face, your heart beat was slowing down and it scared him. You better not fucking die on him, he couldn’t lose you not right now.  He’d tear Heaven down just to make sure you were safe and next to him, but why was he feeling this way? No one got him feeling..like this. He was scared. You are scaring him, get out of his head. Finishing up the last stitch he carefully draped his jacket over your body as he used his own legs as your pillow, he needed to keep your head propped up just in case.  PLEASE- Get up, you’re scaring him. You need to show him you're okay.

He doesn’t know how long he sat there but as soon as your eyes opened he felt a rush of relief wash over him, you were okay. His clawed hands cradled your face with a softness that was foreign to him as his lips pulled into a sneer, “What in the fuck were you thinking? Protecting me from a powerful blast such as that?!” He snarled, he didn’t mean to be so venomous but being scared was foreign to him. He didn’t like being vulnerable and yet he felt safe around you, he wanted to comfort and cradle you close after every day. You didn’t answer him just staring up into his ruby red eyes, “Answer me, damn it. Why? I could’ve taken the hit.” He continued as tears pricked and stung at his eyes. You were strong, yes, very strong. But he couldn’t lose you, he didn’t want to lose you. He hated this feeling. 

“Because..I’m in love with you, Al..” You whispered out and the truth set upon him like the sun's last ray of light. He was in love with you as well.  His sneer vanished as he leaned down closing his eyes as his forehead touched yours and he sobbed like he was a little boy who scraped his knee and ran home to his Mama. His clawed hands carefully caressing your cheeks trying to burn the feeling into his memory, “I love you..” the words fell out of his mouth as if he was back in the hospital watching his Mama slowly slip away. “I love you.”  He repeated this time with much more confidence but he was still apprehensive. 

“I love you, Alastor.” The words came out easy for you and he envied it but the way your gentle and soft hands cupped his made his undead heart skip a beat. But he didn’t need to be scared anymore, he had you with him. “Don’t pull that silly stunt again.”

A/N: THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I CRIED IS UNBELIEVABLE

[inconveniently-discorporated]

By some fantastical turn of events, it turns out that my daughter and I have the same favorite author. She's three. I'm mumblethirtysomethingmumble. She might even be a bigger fan than me.

(it's vastly important to note the shame is not from the age but because i keep losing count and so I'm considering just keeping track in decades from now on)

So, first let me say that it was a happy coincidence that the author of one of my favorite books as an adolescent (Coraline) turned out to be the author (one of the authors anyway) of one of my favorite books as an adult. I presume you can guess based on *gestures wildly at profile*.

But it was an entirely different not-coincidence-but-still-a-surprise situation that transpired whereupon this author became my daughter's favorite author.

I was perusing G - GAIMAN for some other books I'd been interested in reading to her -- the one about wolves and the other one about goldfish -- when I happened upon Pirate Stew. I bought it, and it looked like fun. I had no idea.

Now, children's books are my kryptonite. I can get by myself on digital purchases and the library, but my child? Absolutely not, I CANNOT say no to buying her books. It's literally -- no matter what my bank account claims -- impossible to pass up a book if I think she'll like it.

Nonetheless, she's three. She never remains on any one book for any particular length of time, even though she enjoys them and already uses them during parties to avoid eye contact and conversation with strangers. She takes after me, see.

But this book? She is absolutely ENAMORED with it. We went to a play place thing where they had a massive boat to play on and she ran around yelling about pirate stew with her mud pies. It's ALWAYS her one of two books she reads for bedtime. If it's not in her rotation of books, she'll ask for it specifically. More importantly, it's the only book she's loved enough to pretend to read to me, for the first time in her young little life.

I don't know what I'm trying to say here, I guess thanks @neil-gaiman for making the joy of reading accessible to all ages. Here's to many more years of reading -- and maybe someday she'll start writing, too. She's very fond of art, in all its forms, so no matter what I think she'll be inspired to partake in the creative process.

[zevrra]

in the dead of night—

synopsis: you’ve been losing sleep recently; all thanks to a certain incubus slipping into your room every night. do you give in to temptation once again?

wc: 5.6k

includes: f!reader, aphrodisiac, handjob, 69, dirty talk, edging, vaginal penetration, creampie, mating press, breeding, && incubus!toji

You’ve been struggling to sleep recently. Day in, day out, you’ve had the worst nightmares. As you and your damn luck would have it you only ever remember some small moments from these dreams. A flash of a dark haired man, if you could even call him that, with a wicked smirk; along with a set of fangs sharper than any knife you’ve ever held. You can’t remember exactly what he looks like but every time your eyes close you can see his blurry silhouette. You don’t know him and with your lack of sleeping because of him; you’re not sure if you ever want to know.

You sigh, followed by an exhausted yawn, as you sit in your living room. You’ve tried everything to cure you of your nightmares. From tea to therapy, taking a relaxing bath before bed, nothing helped. You knew praying would do nothing to help you, not this far along in this mess, but you would try it anyway. You take your herbal infused bath, drink your tea, stay away from sweets, before finally crawling into bed. New pajamas, fresh sheets, anything and everything to make you comfortable enough to sleep all night long.

Eyes heavy you lay back onto you awaiting bed. And as your head hits the pillow you slip into unconsciousness.

The dream begins in your room. It’s dark, pitch black, but you can hear a storm beginning just outside your window. You lay on your back and everything is fine until you feel strong hands run along your body. You can’t move, you can only see the blur of a shadow creeping across your bedroom as the storm rolls in outside. You don’t have to clearly see his face to know exactly who it is sneaking into your room.

“Oh good,” You mutter in a sarcastic tone as you manage to sit up, just to look at the edge of your bed where the man from your said nightmares sits. “Thought maybe I was finally going to be able to sleep all night long tonight.”

The blur of the man chuckles at your sarcasm as he creeps closer to where you sit. A strong hand moves to brush against your shin as equally strong fingers pull your covers away from your body. “Oh shut up. You know you love it brat.” The man fires back at you as one of his hands now grabs hold of your ankle, yanking you closer to where he sits. “I come in every night and you always end up begging me for more.” He adds with a wicked smirk as he flashes the tip of his demon tongue.

You blush under his accusation. Of course you never really remember anything from these little encounters except for two things; this demon with his bad attitude and that the sex within these dreams was always really, really fucking good. Still wasn’t a great excuse for your recent exhaustion as no matter how good it was you needed some damn sleep.

Nails run up into your inner thigh as a distraction from your thoughts of sleep. Who would want to sleep right now when the most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes upon is inching closer and closer. You’ll forget his face by the time you wake up in the morning but for now you’d stare as much as you’d like. From his dark blue eyes, sharp even in the dead of night, along with his ridiculously handsome face, and the mysterious scar slanted across his pretty lips that were pouting your way.

His chin rests against your propped up knee as his hands inch closer to the hem of your pajama shorts, brushing along just underneath it. “Ya ready to kiss and makeout yet?” The demon asks in a sly tone as if he already knows what your answer is going to be.

One more sleepless night wouldn’t hurt…right?

“Fuck you.” You mutter back in a weak attempt to make it seem like you had any kind of upper hand. You lift a hand out towards him in annoyance but fuck if you didn’t want him just as bad as he wanted you. It had something to do with the amount of times he had snuck into your room, just like he had done tonight, and fucked you senseless. Even his own desire was clear behind that cocky facade of his.

The demon chuckles in amusement, wings flexing behind his rather broad back, tucking away, tail flicking out of your line of sight as well, just as his hands grab hold of your waist and with ease he hauls you up and into his lap. “Always so bratty,” The incubus teases with a flash of sharp teeth while his hands push up beneath your pj top, removing it from your person. He then tosses it over his shoulder and discards it to your bedroom floor where he thinks it rightfully belongs. Now his strong hands return to your warming skin, presses calloused palms over your waist and moves them upwards until he’s groping your breast. He rolls your nipples between his fingers before giving one a firm tug, making you shudder followed by a soft gasp. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck the brat right outta ya.”

You can’t help but glare down at the creature before you. In all his wicked glory as he grins up at you. “Go ahead and try.” You tease right back. Your words must have struck a nerve. His eyes light up ever so slightly at the thought of this now becoming something like that of a game.

And he was not a loser.

His fingers pinch your nipples again, a little harder than last time, and you stubbornly hold your voice back. You would do your best to seal your lips so you don’t give him the pleasure of knowing he won. Even if you knew it would not last long, from countless nights of passion you spent with this demon and knew how good things were, you were going to make him work a little harder for it this time.

He moves in to kiss you then. If you weren’t going to speak up he was going to keep your mouth busy with something else. His long demon tongue flicks out to lick across your chin before he presses it against your lips. “Open.” He hums, knowing damn good and well you weren’t going to comply with anything he asked for right now. And you keep your lips closed just like he knew you would. One hand moves away from your breast to grab hold of your jaw, forcing you to look down at him entirely, as his tongue flicks across your lips again. “Brat.” He warns with a soft squeeze to your jaw.

You roll your eyes as you finally settle into his lap. Knees on either side of his waist while your hands run up his broad chest, over the tight fit black of his shirt before your fingers move around his neck and pull against black strands of his hair. “Just fucking kiss me.”

The demon laughs but meets you halfway in your first of many tonight. His lips are pressed directly against yours as he finally kisses you. Giving you no time to adjust as his long demon tongue slips inside your mouth. You gasp at the intrusion but he presses on, continues to explore your mouth as your lips clash together. You stifle a moan against his lips and instead grind yourself down against him, making sure to press into his gray sweatpants with a good amount of your weight. You weren’t going to be the only needy bitch in this situation.

You can feel the demon smirk against your lips as his hands return to your tits. He grips your flesh, pressing up into your body as much as he could while his lips continue to mesh with your own. You can feel his tongue wrap around yours just before he unexpectedly tilts his head back to break the kiss.

His tongue uncurls from the inside of your mouth, leaving only the several strings of saliva connected from his lips to your own. The feeling and sensation of it all makes you shudder. Causing you to clench your thighs around him as a tingle of pleasure shoots down your spine.

He grabs ahold of your wrist then, pressing your palm right up against his half hardening cock beneath his sweatpants. A flash of sharp teeth and lust filled eyes tells you all you need to know about what he wants you to do; doesn’t stop him from saying it though. “Come on baby…I’m not gonna be doin’ all the work tonight.”

You want to mock him in return but you bite your tongue. You settle with a strong heave of your chance before leaning forward to kiss him once again. Your hand he had previously placed on himself begins to stroke him above his sweatpants. You feel the girth of his semi-hard cock and you’re almost shocked at his size. Maybe you just don’t remember from your previous dreams but this demon was…huge; larger than anyone you had previously slept with. Even half hard you can feel the girth and how your hand barely manages to wrap around the fullness of his cock. You can’t even imagine how big he’ll be once he’s fully aroused and somehow the thought terrifies you a little. You knew the sex was good but not at the cost of your entire womb being fucked. You swear when he ends up finally, fully hard, he’d be damn near the size of your forearm.

Somehow the demon can sense your hesitation as his hand moves to grab your own, wrapping his fingers around your wrist just to get your hand moving. “Don’t worry, it’ll work soon.” The man mumbles against your lips. His tongue slithers across his own wet lips as his hand continues to guide your fingers. From the base to the tip of his slowly stiffening cock. You tremble ever so slightly as you now feel him fully hardening beneath your touch and he groans against your lips in return for making him feel good. Gives you just a little bit of a taste for what’s to come.

“W-wait? What’s working?” You ask in a pant as you slowly jerk him off. Pushing your hand eagerly beneath his waistband, with his help of course, as you grab his full stiff cock now. Moving your wrist up and down the best you could in your position beneath his waistband. You didn’t think much of what his words meant, would find out sooner or later, especially when everything was becoming a little too foggy. The only goal in your mind was to jerk him off. To make him come into your hand with only your hand so you could tease him about it.

But he doesn’t answer you. Just flashes that devilish grin of his at you and your cluelessness.

You continue on, doing your best to ignore the demon and his words. What you were doing now didn’t require any words and you made it a point by pressing your thumb into the head of his cock. The feeling of precum against your skin and drawing a nice sigh out of the demon leaves you quite satisfied with your handiwork. So you keep your rhythm going. Needed more and more of his undoing just as much as you needed yours. And as you stroke him nice and slow, pulling every grunt you can from the other, his lips find your jaw. His single hand stays on your own, following every single one of your tedious strokes, while his other hand gropes at your ass. And he rubs your ass all nice and slow, matching your pace, as his lips move further down to your exposed throat. He runs his tongue along a path of one of your more prominent veins before his teeth scrape across your skin. The feeling of his fangs moving along your throat forces you to shudder. A dangerous chill runs down your body, setting off a numbing sensation beneath your skin. And it leaves you shocked at your body's strange reaction. It was just a simple touch yet it felt like your entire body was beginning to tremble with lust— like a strange fire burning within. You were kissing and stroking him off. There was nothing to warrant why your body was so…reactive right now.

The man chuckles against your skin, sending another shiver down your spine, as he removes your and his hand equally from beneath his sweatpants; where he places a kiss against the back of your slick hand. “Feelin’ it yet?” He asks in a hushed tone, making a point to his own words by sliding his hand from your ass around your hip and in a straight line down between your thighs, making sure to press his knuckles against the front of your pj shorts; right up against your slowly aching pussy.

Lightning shoots across your body at the simple touch. Even your fingertips tingle from the press of his knuckles against your lower half. A rough shiver has you visibly shuddering in his lap as a moan rips from between your lips against your will.

You’re far more sensitive than you had ever been before. This was all just a dream there was no way you’d be feeling it…this much. Especially not from a simple makeout and some teasing. You lean back to stare down where his hand rubs against your pj shorts. Fingers pressing and sliding along the length of your pussy in the same slow motion you had previously been doing to him. Causing you to cry out in alarm. But he doesn’t stop, continues to rub between your trembling, aching thighs; turning you into a muttering mess.

“What! What did you do?” You sob just as he presses the flat of his demonic palm against your ever growing sensitive core. The heat of his hand sends a fiery jolt through your entire body but just as quickly as he places it, he removes it, definitely to tease you even more.

“Don’t worry. Just a little aphrodisiac to help loosen you up,” The demon replies truthfully. He doesn’t give you the chance to process anything as he’s changing positions before you can complain.

The lust, heat, and passion of it all was turning your mind into one giant goopy mess and it didn’t help in the slightest that the aphrodisiac he had somehow managed to slip you was turning all these emotions up to an 11.

“A demon’s tongue is very tricky, ya know.” He says from beneath you, forcing you to turn and look at him. By some dream magic he’s discarded his black shirt and sweatpants, and of course not wearing anything else underneath those sweatpants, as you hover above him on your hands and knees.

You look over your shoulder in a red hot flush of embarrassment at the new position but he simply continues to smirk that shit eating grin of his. Nails run up the back of your thighs before sinking into your pj shorts where all the fabric is quickly ripped off your body and gone without a second thought. Except you would’ve gladly just taken off the pj’s if he had asked.

“Fuck—“ You start to say but he cuts you off as his demon tongue is working its way across your inner thigh. He leans casually against your pillows, ‘asshole’, as your pussy sits dangerously close to his face, while on the flip side your mouth is damn near inches from his awaiting, massive self. He stands tall and proud and even bigger than you had imagined. You whine at the sight but you can’t even bring yourself to remove your gaze from the wet tip.

He continues to dance around the edges of your core, teasing you in the worst way possible. Licking ever so close to your drooling center but never quite touching it where you want—no where you fucking needed it.

Damn him and his twisted, sick ways.

“Hey,” The demon mumbles, making sure to rip your attention away from your desires. “You gonna keep bein’ a brat?” He hums in a sickly sweet tone. Licking a rather long path along your sensitive inner thigh and just stopping before your pussy. The edging leaves you gasping for air. While your lower half at this point is begging for the attention that he was refusing to give you.

You grunt in frustration and decide to ignore him. Moving your hands to grasp at the base of his cock before your mouth is wrapping around his slick head. Can’t talk if your mouth is full and it definitely was full. You begin to suck him off to avoid accidentally begging him to eat you out, you wouldn’t resort to begging just yet, so you keep your mouth busy.

It doesn’t faze him in the slightest. Even if you aren’t looking at him you already know he’s smiling away as his fingers massage around your thighs and the end of your ass. He retracts his tongue just to replace the slow motion of its flicking with his thumb. He draws circles along your drenched, sensitive core; his thumb just barely scratches the itch you so desperately crave but still not enough. It wasn’t enough. You could feel your own slick dripping from your aching pussy and with the burn in your womb it was making it all too hard to focus on your task at hand.

But you force yourself to continue. Your mouth works on his twitching cock to the best of your ability. Sucking him off like your life depended on it and while he fills your mouth, his scent settles in your nose. The mix of his scent and the aphrodisiac in your veins is a very dangerous combo against your resolve. His taste, smell, the lingering of his touch on your body was easily chipping away your attitude. Slowly deforming you into the whiney bitch in heat he so desperately wanted to see.

God his scent is strong. Overpowering your sense of reason as your mind becomes all too foggy and hazy in every which way while his cock remains in your mouth. You slide down onto his shaft, forcing your gag reflex to turn non-existent for the moment.

Your tongue lays flat against the underside of his cock as you take more of him into your mouth. Head bobbing up and down with every suck while your hands only manage to grip his thighs for any some support.

“My, my, look at you,” The demon laughs in a proud tone as he watches and feels your eagerness in blowing him. You barely hear him but manage to suck at his head, the obvious weak-spot. The feeling has him grunting beneath you. A win. “So eager now…” He coos. But like the demon he is, he wants nothing more than to throw you off. Even if he was feeling good, annoying you was probably more fun.

He lets you continue your little defiance blowjob for just a moment longer until he’s had enough of just watching. His thumb sinks inside of your pussy in one quick motion.

Lightning shoots across your entire body at the sudden intrusion. Randomly getting the satisfaction of what you had craved for far too long is overwhelming to your body and it almost makes you cum. You take your mouth off of his hardening cock. Sobbing, pathetically, into the air with your head rolling to the side limp. Your hips buckle just as your hands also can no longer support your top half fully and you fall onto your elbows.

You would blame the damn drug for your weakness.

“Fuck! Fuck,” You curse, fingers tangling into the sheets of your bed. Your eyes fall shut tightly as you focus on not letting this demon bring you to your orgasm yet. Even if the tension in your lower half was hotter than molten lava right now and begging to be released. “You!”

The demon snickers as he removes his thumb from inside of your core. Watching your body tremble and shake, pussy throb and drip with slick for more. “What? Got somethin’ to say now?” He whispers as his long tongue licks across his soaked thumb.

“I-” You start, speaking through clenched teeth. You couldn’t deny it anymore. The simple touch of his has your entire body going crazy. You can’t focus on being a brat anymore. The dominating feeling of your need for him outweighs your pride in proving a point anymore and you were bound to snap. “Dammit, you’ve had your fun! Now, fuck, just…please!” You beg as sweet as you possibly can. Finding enough strength to turn ever so slightly to look back at the demon. “Please.”

He bites his bottom lip at your sudden eye contact and your, very successful, begging. And he doesn’t say anything to settle your feverish desire, instead you watch as he leans forward. You feel his long tongue press against your aching pussy, finally, finally, giving you some form of relief. His tongue is quick to sink into your core as he eats you out like you’re a meal to a starving man. His nose is flush against your skin as he presses his entire mouth over your soaking wet center.

Now that you are getting the much needed attention between your thighs, moans fall far easier from your lips. Your hand weakly moves back to his cock as you attempt to keep him hard while his tongue thrusts inside of you and his fingers brush up against your clit. You sob into his skin as you barely manage to move your hand under his work. Your body tingles at every flick, curl, press, and lick of his tongue. The tight twist of your orgasm is setting in far too fast and yet you somehow still don’t want to give into it. Not yet, you wanted more.

“I can’t…no more!” You cry in a broken, shrill voice. You manage to shake your head as quickly as you can, removing your hand away from his weeping cock as you try your best to get him to stop. “Please! Just…want you!”

The demon hums in amusement but doesn’t stop even with your pleas ringing in the open air. He continues his rhythm and even adds to it, pressing a lone finger inside along with his tongue; and your pussy begs for release. You can hear how lewd your pussy sounds with the addition of his finger. The sloppy wet noises would haunt you the next time you woke up and you were sure to remember the betrayal of your own body he fooled around with.

But you can’t take him fingering you and that devilish long tongue of his that managed to reach even deeper than his finger. “Please…” You beg one last time as your impending orgasm is coming in hot. Can feel the coil of your lust beginning to wind up deep inside your lower half. He pulls you closer and closer to shoving you over that edge with every curl of his finger but at the last second, when he knows you’re going to come, he pulls entirely away. His finger and tongue slip out of your pussy before giving you the chance to come.

You never would’ve guessed you would be thankful for the relief of not reaching an orgasm but god tonight, was the first of many. You go limp against his legs and pant like you’ve just ran a race. An uncontrollable shudder racks through your body at the loss of your approaching orgasm but you’d have time to find it again later. Somehow, you manage to laugh. For the big bad demon listened to you and your little pleas. You weakly switch your position to turn and face him, a smile on your face now to rival his own. His eyes are deep and dark with lust as he stares at you. A smile to mimic your own but god his lips and jaw are soaking wet from the slick of his previous meal— the sight makes your pussy throb.

“Aw, what a good boy. You listen so well.” You hum as your hands spread out across his broad chest. His hands settle on your thighs, rubbing gently into the thick of them, as he waits for you to speak while also giving you the time to come down from your previous high. “Now…you gonna fuck ‘the brat out of me’, or what?”

The demon laughs at your statement, nodding ever so slightly. His hands move to your waist and he squeezes your body ever so gently. “Lift your hips then, brat.” He hums in response. Using the term brat now as if it’s some sort of sweet sentimental nickname. It was nothing but a tease.

You do as you’re told though, with the help of his guiding hands, you manage to lift yourself to line up with the head of his cock. You roll your hips in his grasp ever so slightly to brush against the head of his waiting cock; and the small touch sends a wave of ecstasy through your chest. And what you hope is going to be a slow start for you and him, solely so you may get adjusted to how big he is, well you were wrong. For in one swift motion, his hands guide you down while his hips rise to meet you and before you can blink you’re fully sitting on his cock as it buries deep into your center.

Your body spasms as the sudden electricity of your orgasm rips right through you. And you can’t help it as your mouth falls open in a mix of a moan and a cry as your unexpected climax sets your whole body ablaze. You mutter incoherently as your body falls limp against his chest, hips rocking to get any sort of friction to ride out the pleasure plummeting through your veins.

Your orgasm lasts a few fiery seconds while he stays put inside of you. The quick high to the beginning of a hard crash has your grip on his shoulders weakening while sleep threatens to pull you under.

But the demon wasn’t finished with you just yet.

“Not this time. You’re not gonna get the chance to fall back asleep.” The demon mumbles into the crown of your head as his grip on your waist tightens. You feel your body shift higher up on his chest as his knees prop up, giving him almost entirely every bit of control he could ask for. Which meant trouble for you. “Don’t pass out on me now.” He whispers before his hips are snapping forward.

Your pussy burns with the stretch of his cock but you take all of him as he fucks into your already overstimulated core. He uses the grip on your waist to pull you down every time his hips rise to meet you. Each thrust sends a wave of mind numbing pleasure everywhere, even to the very tips of your toes. He fucks your pussy like his life depends on it. Grunts into your hair at the connection of your bodies. Meanwhile you do nothing but cry like a blubbering fool as he uses your body for his own pleasure.

And the most annoying part of it all?

You fucking loved every bit of it.

Turned you on to the point it started to wake you up again. Knowing he was using you to seek his own pleasure. He could’ve just as easily left you in this dream to move onto wherever else he goes but he chose to stay there with you. Because he wanted you; and he wanted you to make him feel good just as much as you wanted him. Made you feel a little better about yourself.

The demon must’ve noticed your mind wandering off somewhere else for his speed picks up tremendously. His thrusts are far more shallow but quicker now, as if he was getting desperate. You can’t help but laugh, or what you assume is a laugh, at the thought.

“Yeah? What’s so funny?” He asks with a more rougher thrust into your already overstimulated pussy.

You whine at the change up of his thrusts, panting against his chest as your grip slightly returns on his shoulders. “Y-you fucking love this!” You moan against his skin. Slightly propping yourself up to get a good look at the demon lying beneath you. Needed him to look into your eyes so he knew that you knew he enjoyed your shared night. “Just as much as I do.”

Maybe you should’ve been the demon instead.

The dark haired man laughs before in one swift motion, you find yourself on your back. You lay against your cool bed sheets, thunder, accompanied by the soft sound of rain, echoes somewhere off in the sky, while your ‘nightmare’ hangs above you. His stiff cock stays buried inside of you as his hands move from your hips to your ankles.

You had been getting fucked so well you didn’t even notice the demon’s crest appearing at your womb. It was your first time seeing it but you really couldn’t even bring yourself to care. Fuck it, so what if a demon had control over you? The worst thing in the world couldn’t be having sex with a demon, especially not a demon like the one deep inside of you and staring so lovingly down at you.

“Yeah. I fucking love it.” The dark haired man admits, blue eyes scanning quickly across your face. But you don’t get the chance to figure out what look he’s giving you when he’s back to thrusting inside of your pussy. His thick, strong arms wrap around your legs as he begins to move.

A moan is ripped from your lips as you grab the sheets beneath you. The same winding feeling of your orgasm is subtly making itself known once again. But something felt more intimate in his thrusts now. They were no longer shallow or a means to an end, every thrust was well placed. A little slower but far more drawn out and somehow more powerful. You’re just glad his dark blue eyes watch his cock disappearing inside of you rather than stare at your face. You’re not sure if you could handle it at the moment.

“What’s your—ah—name?” You gasp between pathetic whines as your hands move to grip the sheets beside your head. You can feel his gaze shift to look at you and in your vulnerable state you glance away. Embarrassed was an understatement seeing as you were just now asking for his name.

“Why ya wanna know? Wanna scream it or somethin’?” The man teases, pressing himself tighter against you. His hips never slow even as he speaks. And you know that same smirk he’s been wearing all damn night stays plastered on his stupidly handsome face.

“Y-yes.” You admit in your aphrodisiac state. Panting, moaning, whining at every thrust of his hips. Could feel your womb burning hot with his crest, begging for his seed.

The man laughs at you. Not even surprised at your honesty. It was his doing of course, why you couldn’t lie and had to give in to every bit of pleasure you desired. His hands sculpt along your thighs before your feet are meeting entirely too close to your head. A dangerous press, surely allowing him the room to finally kiss your womb.

“Toji.” He groans into the shell of your ear while he shifts your bent knees to settle on either side of his shoulders as he piledrives into your pussy. “Say it.”

His hips never stop moving and you can feel his black tail from before whip around and slither up against your thigh. The appendage is warm to the touch and gently burns against your skin, causing you to gasp; giving you the chance to finally speak the name of the demon who’s tormented your sleep for weeks.

“Toji!” You cry. Can feel the head of his cock kiss your cervix. The crest Toji had placed earlier on your womb glows a bright pink as he presses further inside of you; rushes you closer to your second orgasm. Overstimulated wasn’t even the right word for how you felt anymore. How he was making you feel with every long draw of his cock. You managed to be hot and cold all at the same time. The pleasure from his cock spearing you in half and the slight pain of his tail warming against your thigh; not to mention the crest pulsating along your lower half, sending waves of ecstasy scorching through your body.

It was all too much. Turning you back into nothing but a mumbling fool, screaming out a man’s name you barely knew. “Toji!” You sob in pleasure again and again. His name echoes in every corner of your room as you whimper for him. More and more, you wanted everything he could give you. And you never wanted to wake from this dream.

“Careful now,” Toji says, laughing softly into your ear as he pounds into your soaking pussy. “Keep sayin’ my name like that and I might just make you mine forever.” He hums with a wicked grin, moves to run his sharp fangs across your neck. “You wanna be mine?”

You can barely make out what he’s saying or really understand what he’s asking for. You don’t know, you don’t care, you just nod pathetically to his demands. “Yes, yes, whatever. Toji—please! Please!” You manage to respond. You resort to begging him to let you come. To finally give you the sweet release of the burning, pulsing lust pounding in your veins.

“Yeah, yeah. Come for me, baby.” Toji laughs once more against your skin before his teeth sink into your throat. His hand smooths over the crest on your stomach as he instructs you to give him all of you. And you do as you're told.

The teeth sinking into your flesh, the hot passion of the crest, Toji’s never ending thrusts, his sweet words, it all was too much now. Your mouth falls open in a mix of Toji’s name and a barely audible sob as your orgasm hits you like a truck. Your body tightens up, squeezing around Toji, who groans as your pussy convulses around him, as you are finally allowed to come for the second time. You whimper as Toji never stops thrusting through your orgasm, keeps going and builds it up, until your entire body returns to full on trembling. He doesn’t stop until he reaches his own orgasm. Presses his hand on your stomach, on the crest, directly above where his cock fucks into you. Where he then buries his entire self inside of you as he cums. A deep groan rolls off the demon’s tongue just as he removes his teeth from your throat. Allowing him to grunt through each rope of cum that he pushes inside of you.

You continue to moan even as his thrusts turn into a slow, rocking speed. Somehow you knew he was making sure your womb accepted his seed. Thrusting every bit of himself inside of you with that stupid smirk on his face. You watch, in your blurry state of post-orgasm, as Toji leans back to view his handiwork; staring directly at the crest he had placed against your womb. Watching as it glows one final time before dimming and turning into something that just looks like a pretty tattoo.

“Oh yeah,” He chuckles. The noise barely gets your attention as you’re slowly fading, losing consciousness as what you assume is your dream coming to an end. “You’re mine forever sweetheart.”

It’s the last thing you hear before succumbing back into the depths of sleep. Tomorrow you will wake once again exhausted from your dreams because of the one called Toji. Yet a small voice inside of your head whispered and hoped to wake up next to him tomorrow morning instead.

[soobnny]

brownies 4 u — lee felix x reader ; there is love in a batch of freshly baked brownies (0.7k words)

happy bday felix!

The sun had come down hours ago when you arrive at Felix’s dorm.

It’s late, a little too late for your liking because you tether between quiet footsteps and gentle actions so as to not shake anyone awake from their slumber.

You politely set your shoes down where everyone else’s are. Their dorm has always been the cleanest between the four. You suppose it might be his roommate, Seungmin’s doing.

“Baby?”

You hear him before you see him.

You would’ve ran to the direction of the sound had the air not been so delicate. Guilt sits horrendously at the bottom of your stomach at the thought that maybe the beeping of the door had woken him up, but in the periphery of your vision, there’s evidence that contrasts your suspicions.

“What are you doing awake?” You suppose you don’t need to ask upon closer look.

Between the commotion in the kitchen and the flowery apron he’s sporting around his neck (the one you’d gifted to him last Christmas), you already know what.

The more appropriate question was why.

“You said you were craving brownies earlier.”

Oh.

He’s so warm, and so kind, and he’s speaking so gently that it matches the way he’s smiling at you.

Your stomach swirls with an emotion entirely different from the guilt that had occupied it earlier. Despite your eyes dimming with tire, there’s no mistaking the fondness that litters your pupils when you look at the boy.

So that’s why.

“Sit down, they’re almost done.” Felix doesn’t leave without a kiss on your forehead, careful not to touch you with his flour-filled hands.

The proximity is enough for you to catch a whiff of his soap and the sweetness of the brownie batter.

You’ve never felt this way before.

And if the boy was being honest, he’d never felt this way before either. He’s never been the type to sacrifice his sleep over a simple craving you’d mentioned in passing.

While he has always been kind, Felix had no trouble drawing the line where friendship and love tow dangerously close to one another. With you, he finds that he doesn’t mind losing the extra hours he could’ve gotten had he not started baking. He doesn’t mind if he’s doing it in the premise of love.

Hyunjin had asked him to describe it once.

Love.

There is nothing potently more romantic than the way your heart feels, he thinks.

Felix will never find the words to answer Hyunjin, but if anyone were to spend a second being as in love with you as he is, they’d know. Sometimes, there’s no need for words. It’s just the way you make his heart beat in a way it has never before.

“You didn’t have to make me this.” Your heart swells when he takes the seat next to yours, two pieces of perfectly cut brownies on a plate.

“I wanted to.”

Your ‘thank you’ comes out whispered, and Felix spends the remainder of the time memorizing your smile the moment you take a bite.

“It’s really good.”

He mirrors your smile. Your cheeks puff up a little bit while you’re chewing, and there’s years of happiness and pain littered through little marks all over your skin. There’s no sight as perfect as the one he’s subjected to right now.

“Is it?” He asks, eyes quiet with comfort.

You hum. It doesn’t take long for you to finish it. You didn’t know before that something as simple as a brownie and the hands and the patience and the person behind it could be the brief peace that you needed amidst a rough week.

“Thank you, Felix.” Sincerity drips from your voice, and it makes Felix warm.

There is nothing more beautiful than genuineness, especially when it’s aimed at you. He’s convinced God had modeled you after kindness, and he’s even more thankful that he’d walked a path in his life that led him straight to you.

“Bed?”

“Hmm..”

“Don’t do this again when you’re tired, okay?” You mumble, pressing a kiss on his lips as your eyes struggle to keep open. But it’s something you have to remind him, so he won’t risk his sleep again. “We can always wait til the morning.”

“Okay.”

(Felix still does. He doesn’t think you understand that his sleep is a small price to pay to see you smile despite your own exhaustion. He’s always been weak at heart when it comes to you.)

[kurokawaia]

❛ Growing affections ❜

PostKiraCase!Near X fem!reader

WC; 1.4k + | !MDNI! | TW/CW; I'm depicting Near as being around 21 and has his looks as he did in the The C-Kira Story (he's 21 there obvi), suggestive content towards the end - nothing too much, just some making out, might make a part two with the smut though, first ppov

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯; Hello ! I adore your writing and I was wondering if you could write something in regards to adult Near (new L) after the kira case. Something along the lines of a female who began as being hired by the other members of headquarters to keep Near company, but Near has begun to see them as something more. It could be NSFW if you are ok with it ! Thank you, and again love your work 🤍 - anonny

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First time I met Near, he was all but ghostly, with albino hair and intense, searching eyes that seemed to make him something other than human. He was intensely withdrawn, closed in upon the cold logic and razor-sharp intellect that had made him the new L.

They'd filled me in, the people at headquarters. They were worried about Near's isolation, how he tended to lock himself inside his mind when he wasn't working on a case that interested him and isolate from humans.

I knew I had to tread with care. Subtle was my approach; no intrusion or disruption of his carefully constructed world was intended. So I started with small, very simple interactions. However, he relatively didn't speak to me in the beginning.

It started with small gestures. One day, while working on his card tower, he would look up and, nearly shyly, offer me one to place. The next time, he would request my presence alongside him as he worked—our silence comfortable rather than awkward. These moments represented small victories, signs that he was letting me into his world.

Now, sitting beside him as he methodically constructs another intricate card tower, I feel that shift which has taken place over these past few months.

Near, whom by then seemed so untouchable, found solace in my presence.

He paused, delicately holding a card between fingers, and leaned his head onto my shoulder. I almost caught my breath at the unexpected action.

"{Y/n}," he murmurs, his voice so soft, "do you ever think about the future?" I was a little surprised by his question. Near had been focused on details of the present so often, rarely speaking of anything ahead. I took a moment to answer, relishing the heat from his touching me.

"Sometimes," I say. "I wonder about where we could be, what we might be doing. But most of the time, it's the here and now that interests me. The importance of that is pretty critical to me."

He nods slightly, the movement gentle against my shoulder. "I've been thinking about it more," he admits. "About what it means to move forward, to live beyond the cases and the responsibilities."

There is a vulnerability in his voice that touches me deep inside. "You have so long carried the burden of the world on your shoulders," I say softly. "It's okay to think about your own happiness, too.".

A moment of silence passes by, the sound only the gentle rustle of the cards as he continues building. "You've made me see that," he says eventually, "that such a balance is possible, to link up with someone without losing myself in the process."

His words warm me in places I did not expect them to. Being here, with Near, genuinely makes me happy. As he places the final card on the tower, Near lifts his head and gazes at me, a very rare smile playing about at the corners of his mouth.

"Thanks, {Y/n}," he says simply.

"For what?" I ask, though I think I already know the answer.

"For being here. For understanding.

He then turned his eyes on me, truly onto me, and I felt a flicker of something there in his eyes—recognition, maybe, or understanding.

Over time, I started to realize the change in him. He was open now, his sharp mind still having the same edge, but tempered with a hint of softness now; he spoke like that only to me.

—✿—

He turned toward me from his position near the window of his room, and Near said, "You've made a difference {Y/n}. I did not ever realize that I needed this—needed you.".

His words touched me. Suddenly, I felt that my being there was no more of a duty but had evolved into something meaningful. I found my place within his world, not as an outsider, part of his intricate tapestry of life.

He advanced closer, and the air between us seemed to thin out. It felt like his body was radiating warmth, making my heart beat at a fast, exhilarating rhythm that was almost echoed in that quiet room.

I felt my cheeks flush with heat, and my breath caught in anticipation. He reached out and cupped my face gently with one hand; it sent shivers down my spine.

I looked into his eyes and saw a vulnerability, an openness that took my breath away. His thumb softly stroked my cheek as his eyes remained locked with mine. It felt like the world outside that window was gone, and it was just the two of us here in this very private moment.

He slowly leaned in, almost hesitantly, and Near did it. My heart was beating, and I closed my eyes. His breath was hot on my lips. Then, gently, his lips met mine.

As the kiss deepened, I felt his tongue slide inside my mouth, searching with tender grace that was familiar. The slightest gasp eluded from my lips as my body responded instinctively to the unforeseen but pleasing sensation. My hands lightly clenched into his shirt, fingers curled into the fabric, and I held myself up against that surge of emotions.

Time just held in that moment as our lips pressed together, our emotions pitted against each other. We finally pulled apart, foreheads resting together, our breathing mingling in the quiet of the night.

"Thanks," he whispered, barely above a breath. "For everything."

"You already know that I'd do anything for you, Near," I breathed.

His hand slid up my side, sending chills through me. "Of course I already know that," he murmured as his lips grazed mine. He leaned down and kissed me harder, this time a mix of unsaid need and deep affection.

We moved slowly, Near guiding us toward the bed. He sat down, and I did the same, straddling him as our lips remained locked in a passionate kiss. My hands slid up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer as his arms wrapped securely around my waist.

Each kiss deeper, more insistent; our breathing ragged as the sense of connection swelled higher. Near's hands roamed my back—a touch both gentle and possessive. I felt his heartbeat increase, beating in time with mine, the sound of our mingled breathing and the soft rustle of clothing filling the room.

Finally, we drew apart, gasping, yet neither of us would let the other go. Our foreheads were back together, each breathing into the skin of the other. His eyes—tender, hungry—met mine.

"{Y/n)," he whispered, his tone full of all that same intensity pounding through my heartbeat. "You're not going to leave, right?"

I smiled. "I couldn't, even if I was made to," I replied softly, my voice shaking with feelings.

"Good," he whispered, his features seeming to wash into relief. His lips pressed onto mine once more, this time with a fervency that felt like he was sealing a promise into each kiss.

Near began to slowly lie down; our lips were still locked, and I knew what was coming next. It was enough to make my heart race faster. The kiss became more passionate, as if it was filled with a passion and longing that had grown between us over quite a long period of time. I lay down on him, our bodies smashed together, and I could feel each and every line of his body pressed against me from beneath—his warmth completely enveloping me.

His hands moved on my back, tracing the edges of my shirt and raising it gently; the feel of his touch sent thrills down my back. In turn, I did the same to him. My fingers were drawing the lines of his body, feeling tension and release as our bodies discovered each other.

Our kisses became more insistent, desperate, as if we were both trying to convey everything through this single, unbreakable connection. When we finally pulled away, we both lay breathless, our foreheads together once again.

part 2 ?

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[crispyanonart]

With your previous SamSeb post of them being the coolest uncles ever i was wondering

Did Maru and Sebastian have a redemption arc? As I mean they have a better sibling ship as they got older? How would you see that progression? 👀

Thank you sm for these questions, you gave me an excuse to talk about this 🖤 it's a topic near and dear to my heart because I too grew up in a funky family situation so sibling relationships are my roman empire.

yap session below

My idea is that Sebastian's initial sentiments towards Maru were mainly born out of teenage angst which was truthfully more directed at their parents — in his eyes, she was merely a result of the relationship he resented so much. As people grow up, they often lose some of that pent-up anger, creating relationships that allow them to feel less insecure and misunderstood, and in turn, more open to understanding others too. I think this would be the case for Seb. He would start seeing Maru more clearly, finally recognizing who she is, rather than what she represented to him up until that point (she, like him, had no role in the family dynamic except being born into it). He would discover that he actually likes her a lot. Maru, on the other hand, probably always looked up to him but could never approach him first because Seb can be very intimidating. I picture her telling herself, "Maru, be cool!! How would Sebastian act??" because he would engage in all sorts of behaviors that she, being a "good girl," could never imagine partaking in (talking back to people??? Oh lord). I reckon she would also be often concerned for him and his habits — to be honest, she would probably be a better sibling to Seb than he ever was to her. Upon maturing and realizing this, Sebastian would definitely promise himself to make up for it and start acting like an actual older brother, the instinct to protect the younger person taking over.

A while back I posted what could be one of their first sincere attempts at an hangout x !!

While Maru already had great support from Demetrius, I imagine she would really flourish from this new dynamic, and she would grow into her feisty personality, finally realizing she does not need to be the good girl at all times but also that she can set her own example. As they get older their relationship would become more and more sincere, Maru would stop holding back and Seb would gladly accept the love that she's been trying to give him, and they both would heal and learn a lot from it. They would finally become a great support system for one another, I can't imagine a story where they don't end up getting along and doing good as a family 🥹 I need Sebastian to be obsessed with Maru's kid and spoil her rotten with all sorts of gaming equipment !!

Side tangent: I feel the need to say that I don't think either Robin or Demetrius are bad people, they are flawed individuals that could for sure do better at parenting but are far from the worst family in game. Let's not forget we can see the book "Practical Tips For First-Time Step-Dads" in Demetrius bookcase, the man is trying (which doesn't mean he's necessarily succeeding or that Seb's sentiments are less valid, but you get what I'm saying)

chat can you tell I've been in relational-systemic therapy before LMAOOO

[goldfish-afterhours]

Genshin Characters When They Realize They Love You

Characters: Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao x gn!reader

Type/genre: Bulleted headcanons, fluff, slight angst

Warnings: Self-doubt/anxiety, not proofread

Kaeya

Knows he loves you when you tolerate his antics

You see through his flirtatious mask, and though you may roll your eyes in exasperation sometimes, you never lose your patience with him

Sometimes you even join in on his bits, telling tall tales to children or helping him convince the town that drinks were half-off at the Angel’s Share tonight

“If enough people believe it, then Master Diluc has to follow through, right? Can’t let his regulars down~”

Kaeya has been itching to say those three words. He can feel it creeping up his throat everytime you scold him for taking his tricks too far, everytime you smile at him

But for some reason, he finds himself holding back

What if you leave? What if you perceive it as weakness?

What if you don’t love him back?

He knows these thoughts are irrational, but he cannot stop his worst fears from creeping into his head

But the longer he waits to say it, the deeper of a hole he digs for himself

He loved you with his entire being. He was only trying to protect himself

So how come you were standing in front of him, hands covering your face as you sobbed that he didn’t love you?

Upon seeing you in that state, in a panic Kaeya forgets about the scared little boy in the rain, and the words come rushing out before he can stop them

“I’m sorry. I love you, I love you more than anything in this world, I promise. I…I love you. So please…don’t cry.”

Childe

Realizes he loves you just as you are beating someone up for information

Not surprisingly, Childe is addicted to the thrill that danger brings. And if the thrill comes in the form of you, isn’t it obvious he is addicted to you as well?

And what else could that be but love?

Also he’s just into people who can beat him up

No such thing as a bad time or place. The moment he realizes he loves you, those three words are already flying out of his mouth

Everyone in the situation was stunned—it was enough to make you stop punching the treasurer hoarder in the face, and the treasurer horder was staring at him dumbfounded through bloodied, swollen eyes

“Don’t mind me, I just felt like saying it. As you were, then?”

Zhongli

Knows he’s in love with you when you remember the things he forgets

As a god, there weren’t many things he had to remember to carry on his physical person, so he’s still getting used to it

After all, what use is food to an immortal being, an umbrella when his clothes were already soaked in blood, or mora to the God of Money?

But after leaving his archonhood behind, he has to start carrying such things around

He’s trying his best, but is still getting used to it so he frequently forgets

But you remember for him

You show up at his workplace, lunchbox in hand, chiding him for forgetting when you worked so hard cooking it this morning

You show up just as he clocks out for the day, a large umbrella held over your head to block the pitter-patter of the rain, saying how you didn’t want him to get his new suit wet

You chase after Zhongli on his way to the marketplace, scolding him between pants for making you run to give him his wallet

You could’ve let him suffer the consequences for his airheadedness, but instead you go out of your way to cover for him, and he loves you so much for it

The next time you give him something he forgot, he thanks you with a kiss

“Thank you for bringing it for me, my flower. I love you.”

Xiao

Realizes he loves you when you stay, despite it all

You’re not afraid of him. Even as a bringer of death and destruction, you don’t even hesitate to be around him

Even as the dark forces of his karmic ties suffocate him, you stay by his side, comforting him with quiet encouragements as he endures the pain

It’s not just because you’re the only thing keeping him sane. Even when the whispers grow quiet, you bring a sense of peacefulness and serenity to Xiao, one he hasn’t felt in thousands of years

You make him feel safe

You’ve made it clear to him that you’re not going anywhere, and he cannot begin to express how much he needed you to ground him

On one of the days the demons become head-splittingly loud in his ears, you cradle him in your arms, whispering sweet nothings to overpower the voices

Slowly but steadily, they grew quieter and quieter, until all Xiao could hear was your honeyed voice and the sound of his own harsh breathing

Overcome with appreciation for you, he opened his mouth to say something, but he was exhausted

All he could utter were three words that only began to dip into the reverence he has for you

“I…love you.”

[flightlessangelwings]

My Knight in White

Marc Spector x fem!reader

Word count- 4.3k

Dialogue prompt- “ that was for saving my life. “ Action prompt- [ KISS ]: after having been saved from immediate danger by the receiver, the sender, in a state of intense emotion and relief, kisses them to express these feelings.

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), protective!Marc, mutual pining, minor violence, minor character death, harassment of reader (not Marc), damsel in distress, unprotected piv, no use of y/n

About this reader- she is smart but not physically badass, works with Egyptian artifacts but I left it vague so you can fill in for yourself exactly what she does, no specific city where they are is stated either so it's open for you to imagine wherever, no physical descriptions other than body parts

Notes- Posting my October Year of Protectiveness @yearofcreation2023 a little late because of kinktober but I'm so excited to share this! This is expanding on an idea that @melodygatesauthor had months ago who wanted to see a damsel in distress reader and Marc saving her!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so please follow that too and turn on post notifications to stay up to date on when I post!

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“You’re here late,” Marc’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.

You blinked, refocusing your eyes to the world around you. Looking around, you didn’t even realize how long you had been hunched over your desk, studying and cleaning the artifact that had recently been brought in. “Marc…” you breathed as you stretched, your back aching as you became aware of reality again.

He smiled softly as he uncrossed his arms, “You work too much, you know that,” he leaned against the doorway as he watched you. 

Marc loved to watch you work. He loved to watch you do anything really, but when you worked, you became so focused, lost in concentration. You handled the old artifacts with such care and respect, he couldn’t help but linger his gaze on your hands. He had never met anyone smarter than you, and he loved to listen to you go on and on about any topic you found interesting. Marc took it upon himself to watch over you, making sure you were always safe even if you never truly knew just how much he looked over you.

“I lost track of time,” you replied as you gathered yourself and packed everything away, “I didn’t realize it’s after dark.”

“And the fact that everyone else left hours ago didn’t clue you in,” Marc smirked.

“Hey,” you playfully chastised him, “I can’t help it, I just got in the zone, you know. Besides, these new artifacts are so fascinating I just can’t tear myself away from them!”

It suddenly occurred to you that you and Marc were completely alone. He was right- everyone else left hours ago. As you stood up and made your way over to him, you took in his handsome features once more. And the way he leaned against the door made your thoughts run wild. The two of you had known each other for some time now, but you kept your true feelings to yourself, afraid of damaging your friendship or losing him.

Marc looked you up and down, “Want me to walk you home?” he offered as he followed behind you, watching you flip the lights off and lock everything up.

“I’m alright,” you suddenly felt nervous. Marc has been to your place many times, but the shiver that ran up your spine made your heart race, “I don’t live that far.”

He furrowed his brow, “You sure?”

“Yeah,” you replied with a soft smile, “Thanks, though,” you stepped in front of him before you turned back, “Good night.”

Marc watched you walk away before he whispered a hushed, “Good night.”

He watched you as you made your way down the street in the darkness until he couldn’t see you anymore. Marc had already decided he was going to follow you anyway, watching over you from afar, but when he saw a group of sketchy-looking men with wicked grins sneer and tail behind you, he knew he had to do more to keep you safe.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you made your way down the street. You didn’t make it far from Marc when you noticed that a group of men started to follow behind you, and though you couldn’t make out their exact words, you knew they were talking about you. In that moment, you wished you took Marc up on his offer to walk you home, but you couldn’t turn around now. All you could do was hope you got inside fast before they caught up to you.

“Hey sweet cheeks,” one of them called out to you.

Too late.

You glanced over your shoulder and found that they were even closer to you than you thought, and you quickly bolted down the street without a word. That only egged them on more, however, and you heard them laughing behind you as they sped up as well.

“Oh come on, sweetheart,” they sneered, “We just want to talk to you.”

A gasp escaped your lips as you turned down a street, hoping to lose them. But, your plan immediately backfired as you found yourself trapped in an alleyway at a dead end. And you failed to shake them off your tail.

“Please,” you breathed as fear pulsed through your veins, “I’m just trying to get home.”

The men surrounded you, darkness shading their features, “We’ll get you home, sweet girl.”

The others chuckled as they started to reach for you.

“Please leave me alone,” you tried to sound more assertive, but you knew you didn’t intimate them at all. They were all very muscular and taller than you, and you knew you didn’t stand a chance even if you tried to fight back. But that didn’t mean you were going to go down without a fight.

You screamed when one of them grabbed your arm, and you swung your fist into him as hard as you could while digging your feet into the ground. Gritting your teeth, you tried your best to yank yourself from his grip, but tears of frustration filled your eyes when you realized it was useless.

“No!” you cried out as you tried again, your pleas drowned out by their cackling laughter.

Suddenly, your luck changed.

Out of nowhere, something yanked the man who helped you back and he yelped as he found himself flung against the wall of the alleyway. The other men all looked up as a hooded figure in all white descended down and immediately went on the attack against them.

You gasped as you scurried back out of the scuffle, pressing yourself against the opposite wall as much as you could as if you tried to phase through the wall and disappear. Your eyes went wide as you watched the mysterious hero fight off the men who attacked you, beating and punching them down until none of them moved.

The figure then turned to you, and time froze for several moments.

He raised his hands in surrender, “I’m not going to hurt you,” the voice from under the mask said.

You couldn’t help but feel like the voice was familiar. But, you stayed silent.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” your rescuer asked as he stepped closer to you, looking you over.

Your hands trembled, but not from fear this time. Taking a deep breath in for the first time in what felt like forever, you finally replied in a hushed voice, “No,” you whispered, “I’m alright.”

As he stepped close enough so you could reach for him if you wanted, you studied his outfit more. He wore all white, but as he got closer, you noticed it looked like linen wrappings, almost like a mummy. A crescent moon symbol adorned his chest and a white cloak covered his head. You could see the muscle definition even through the thick wrappings, and it made you swallow hard.

You had no idea what came over you at that moment- perhaps it was the adrenaline- but without a word, you reached out for him, grabbed him and pulled your bodies closer as you laid a kiss on his mask where his mouth would be.

It caught him off guard, but he didn’t push you away. Instead, he cradled you close, holding onto your waist with one hand and your arm with the other. It felt warm, comfortable, right.

“What was that for?” he asked with a smirk in his voice.

You smiled at him, “That was for saving my life,” your voice was still hushed, your breath taken away, “Thank you.”

He cupped your chin affectionately. Through the mask, he studied you up close. Everything in Marc screamed to take it off and tell you who he was, but he also knew that knowing his secret would put you in danger. And Marc would not allow that. For now, he would be satisfied knowing you were safe, and that he was just in time. He only nodded, not saying anything else before he broke away from you and leapt up into the air, disappearing into the night just as mysteriously as he appeared. 

You watched in bewilderment as it took your brain several moments to process what just happened. You touched your lips as you realized that you kissed a total stranger, and one who you didn’t even see his face too. But, as you looked around and saw the men laying on the ground, the adrenaline ran through your veins once more and you ran out of the alleyway and quickly made your way home.

The whole time, Marc watched from the rooftops until you were safely inside.

*

In the following weeks, you threw yourself completely into your work to cope with what happened that night. A mix of emotions constantly filled your head, and you found that pushing them away with the distraction of work was the easiest way to deal with them. There were days where you hardly looked up from your desk, so deep in concentration that the rest of the world was a blur around you.

Marc kept a watchful eye over you the entire time. He knew why you were like this, but when others asked he feigned ignorance. No one had to know what happened to you, and it wasn’t up to him to tell anyway. Instead, he chose to keep an eye on you from afar, like he always did. 

Vaguely, you were aware of Marc’s presence in the shadows… and it felt familiar to you somehow. He always kept an eye on you, but after that night it somehow felt different. But, having him close was one of the few comforts you had after your attack. Yet, your mind also wandered toward the mysterious hooded figure who rescued you… 

“Hey,” Marc’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. 

You looked up with a startled gasp, not realizing how late it got. Again. “Marc,” you breathed. 

He looked worried, “Everything alright?” Marc asked, “You’ve seemed… off lately.”

Your eyes darted from his face to your desk a few times as you felt nervous suddenly, “I’m fine,” you knew you didn’t convince him, you didn’t even convince yourself.

Marc sighed your name as he settled down next to you, “You know you can tell me anything, right? I’m here for you.”

Heat rose in your face, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” you exhaled deeply, “Besides, you’d just make fun of me.”

“Never!” he exclaimed, acting playfully offended before he turned serious, “What’s on your mind?”

The comforting tone in his voice and the warmth of his presence allowed you to let your guard down, “Ok…” you took a breath, “The night I was here late a few weeks ago,” you started, “A group of guys tried to jump me,” your voice quivered and you felt Marc’s hand over yours, “But I was saved by…” you paused as you looked at him sheepishly, “A guy in a hood and something that looked like mummy wrappings.”

Marc’s face lit up as he grinned knowingly at you.

You nudged him playfully as you erupted into a fit of giggles out of pure embarrassment, “See I knew you were going to laugh at me!”

“No, sweetheart I’m not laughing at you,” Marc raised his hands defensively, “I swear!”

Something changed in the air between you as you stared at each other. The light atmosphere shifted and it felt like something heavy lingered between the two of you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you realized just how close Marc sat to you, and your breath caught in your throat as you studied his features. Not to mention that was the first time he called you anything affectionate like that…

“Marc…”

“Listen, I…,” he started, interrupting you.  

Leaning in, you were entranced by him and you hung on his every word. Just being near him and laughing like this made all your troubles melt away. You felt safe here, with him. 

But, before Marc could continue, a loud crash cut him off. 

Both of you jumped up, and you let out a soft shriek. Marc immediately went into defense mode and every muscle in his body tensed. It was late, and the two of you were the only ones in the building. He made sure the doors were locked too, so he knew whoever broke in meant trouble.

“Marc?” your voice shook.

“Listen to me,” he turned to you and placed his hands on your shoulders, “I need you to sneak out of here. Take the back exit and hide somewhere. I’m going to distract them and get a path for you to get out.”

“But the artifacts,” you whispered as you glanced over at the old objects on your desk that you spent weeks cleaning and studying. The first thought in your mind was that these are robbers looking to steal and sell them, and you didn’t want that to happen.

“Things can be replaced,” Marc sounded urgent, “We can get them back. I’m more worried about getting you safe right now.”

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him, stunned. Just as you were about to reply, though, another crash made you jump and Marc pulled you in close to keep you calm.

“It's gonna be alright,” he murmured to you, “Just trust me. Ok?”

You pulled back to look into his eyes again, “I trust you.”

He nodded as he pressed his lips together, “Ok,” how Marc sounded nervous, “Stay low. Stay in the shadows. And just get out. You hear me?”

Swallowing hard, you nodded. Then your brain caught up with you, “What about you?”

Marc smirked, “I’ll be alright. Just trust me.”

There was no time for explanations as another crash echoed in the room- they were getting closer. Marc ushered you out of the door and down the hall before he ran in the opposite direction towards the intruders. You glanced over your shoulder at his retreating figure before you made your way down the hall, crouching low and out of sight as you did so. 

As you made your way to the back door, however, you noticed that it was blocked- one of them already made his way there.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as you changed direction. Instead, you went up to the roof in hopes of finding a place to hide until Marc did… whatever he was planning to do. 

But that plan also quickly backfired. 

You ran up to the roof and into the open area there, but you were met with yet another thug who blocked the opposite entrance from where you were.

“Well look what we have here,” he said with a dark grin on his face.

Letting out a gasp, you tried to run back where you came from, but another sinister shadowy man blocked that path. “Where do you think you’re going?” he growled.

“Please,” was all you could whimper as you felt them close in on you. 

The men just laughed as they stepped closer, reaching for their guns as they did so. But, before they reached you, one of them was yanked back, slamming into the wall. You looked up and saw the same hooded figure that saved you before swooping down from seemingly nowhere.

More of the thugs appeared from the doorway and they yelled as they pulled out their guns and started to fire on both of you. The hooded figure rushed over to you and wrapped his cloak over both your bodies, shielding you.

You covered your head out of instinct, but as you felt a warm presence, you looked up and found yourself face to face with your linen wrapped savior once more.

“It’s you,” you gasped in relief. The ringing of the guns suddenly sounded distant.

The mask started to peel away on its own, revealing none other than Marc. He breathed your name, “Are you alright?” 

“It’s you!” you sounded stronger that time, in total shock that it was Marc the whole time.

“I told you I wasn’t making fun of you,” he flashed a quick smile before he turned serious again, “I don’t have time to explain now,” he said, “I’m going to fight these guys off. You need to hide somewhere until they’re dealt with. I’ll come find you when it’s safe, I promise.”

The intruders and the guns were more pressing at the moment, so you swallowed and nodded. 

When Marc found an opening, he pushed you towards the door, “Go!” he shouted as he turned back to the intruders and fought them off.

You ran. 

Running on pure instinct, you bolted down the hall and turned a corner into a closet. Luckily, no one was around and you hid yourself well. You crouched in the corner as you listened to the grunts and gunshots in the distance. At one point, you covered your mouth to stifle a scream, suddenly scared for Marc. You fought back tears, swearing to yourself that you wouldn’t cry. 

Just as you squeezed your eyes shut and held your breath, the fighting stopped. Silence filled your ears but you didn’t dare move. Your hands trembled slightly against your face as you strained to hear the one voice that would bring you comfort.

And then you heard it.

Marc called out your name as he stood in the hall, frantically looking for you, “Baby it’s alright. You can come out.”

You let out the breath you held, all your fear escaping with it as you leapt up and out of your hiding spot. Down the hall, you saw Marc standing there, his knighty suit still adorning his body but his face exposed. “Marc,” you breathed in relief as you ran towards him.

“Sweetheart,” he sounded just as relieved as he ran towards you with open arms. 

The two of you crashed together in a messy embrace, emotions getting the better of both of you. He rested a hand on the back of your head while the other pulled you in as close as he possibly could. Tears flowed from your eyes as relief washed over you, yet the pulse of fear still ran through you after everything that happened. Vaguely, you heard Marc whispering soft words of encouragement and reassurance in your ear. 

“Come on,” Marc said, “I’m getting you out of here,” he slid his hand in yours.

“But…” you tried to protest, not wanting to leave any of the artifacts alone.

“It’s ok,” he gave you a soft smile, “They’re dealt with. Right now I want to make sure you’re safe.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to process everything. So much happened in such a short time, and you weren’t sure how to react to it. Time passed in a daze as you found yourself at Marc’s place, settled comfortably on his couch with a mug of tea in your hands. You felt safe with him, of course, but you felt like you were outside your body.

The two of you talked for what felt like hours. Marc told you everything- all of his secrets that he kept hidden for so long. He promised you that he would always protect you, and he explained why he didn’t tell you before. As he talked, the sound of his voice calmed you, like an embrace of your heart. Your eyes moved from where they stared at the mug to meet his gaze.

“I promise you, baby,” Marc cupped your face, “Nothing’s ever going to happen to you. I’ll keep you safe no matter what.”

Heat rose in your face, and you were sure Marc felt how warm you were. But, as you stared into his eyes, you felt your heart flutter and his charming gleam sent a rush of fresh emotions through you. Without a word, you closed the gap between your bodies, crashing your lips together. Muffled groans echoed between you as you climbed into his lap and Marc instantly helped you closer. Deepening the kiss, you felt a tingle on your skin as you tasted him, and you felt the reverberation of his moan against your body.

“What was that for?” he asked in a whisper, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You smirked against Marc, “I wanted to thank you properly,” you breathed, “With a real kiss this time.”

Marc cupped your face as he gazed into your soul through your eyes, “Baby…” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for another kiss.

This time, it felt different. It was desperate and heated, but there was also the warmth and passion behind it. You moaned into Marc’s lips as you rocked your hips against his. He tightened his grip on you as a rush of need pulsed through his veins, and he couldn’t help the way his cock twitched underneath you.

Breaking away for air, Marc saw the look of wanton need in your eyes, and he knew exactly what you were thinking, “Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

You cupped his face, brushed your fingers along his dark curls, “I’m sure,” you whispered as you kissed him again, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you paused before you sheepishly added, “I’ve wanted this so so long…”

Marc grinned, his face lighting up, “Then let’s do this right.”

Shifting your bodies, Marc stood up and extended his hand. You eagerly took it and allowed him to lead you over to his bed. Excitement bloomed between you and before you even made it to the bed, your hands were all over each other. Kisses decorated your steps as you each tugged at the other’s clothing until you were bare.

You and Marc crashed into his bed, and he quickly laid overtop of you. He paused for a moment, breathless as he took in the sight of you bare underneath him, “Fuck you are beautiful,” he breathed.

“So are you,” you sighed in pure admiration as you grabbed his face and yanked him in for another kiss, “We can take our time later,” you murmured between kisses, “I need you too bad right now.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as he rocked his length along your folds. It didn’t go unnoticed that you mentioned a next time either… But your moan broke Marc out of that thought, and a shiver ran up his spine as he felt his cock against your pussy, “Wet already,” he smirked.

“Please Marc,” you pleaded. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” he moaned as he lined himself up with your entrance.

Slowly, carefully, Marc pushed himself into you, causing you both to gasp at the same time. You clawed at his arms, holding on for dear life as the slight burn of his cock stretching you out went jolts of pleasure through your body. Fresh tears filled your eyes at the sensation, and you never felt more alive, more pleasure than ever before.

“Marc…”

He groaned your name as he bottomed out inside you, “Fuck,” he breathed. Marc cradled your face as he rocked in and out of you, slowly at first, but the more you moaned the faster he moved, “You’re perfect,” he moaned, “Shit…”

“Fuck… Marc… You feel so good,” you moaned as you saw stars every time his cock slammed into you.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the tingles of your approaching climax. Your legs trembled on either side of Marc’s body as he thrust into you over and over again and you dug your nails into his soft skin as you clung to him. Incoherent praises flowed from his lips as both your moans grew louder and louder as you lost yourselves in each other.

“Marc… I’m…”

“I’ve got you, baby,” Marc repeated his words from earlier.

Skin slapped against skin as Marc felt his own climax apparach. But, he was determined to send you over the edge first, and with just a few more thrusts of his hips, he got what he wanted. With a loud scream, you came hard, crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. And fuck you had never looked more beautiful to Marc.

He kept up his pace as long as he could, watching the show you put on just for him and savoring every second of it. But, Marc’s eyes started to roll back as he felt his orgasm quickly build, egged on by the way you clenched your inner muscles around his cock. And with a groan of your name, he came right after you, spilling himself into you as he did so.

Marc collapsed on top of you, completely spent. But, after just a few breaths, he shifted himself, pulling out of you with a hiss before he laid next to you. You let out a whine at the loss, but quickly curled yourself up in his embrace as Marc held you close. You closed your eyes as you rested your head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heartbeat against your ear.

“Marc, I…”

“Shhh,” he gently hushed you, “Just rest now baby,” Marc cradled your head as he placed a soft kiss, “I’ve got you.”

You hummed contently as sleep quickly took you over. Between the excitement, the danger and the rush of emotions, you suddenly found yourself exhausted and in no time you feel sound asleep in Marc’s arms.

Marc stayed awake for some time, listening to the sound of your heavy breaths. He knew exactly what you wanted to say, and as much as he wanted to hear you say those words, he knew it was better to wait. He gave your body one extra squeeze before he whispered to your sleeping form, “You’re safe with me, sweetheart… I love you.” 

[coichii]

MIRROR

—(🎧)—> your insecurities always seem to swallow you whole, but Seungmin will always be there to pull you right out.

pairing - bf!seungmin ♥︎ fem!chubby!reader

genre - hurt w/ comfort, request

word count - 0.8k

warnings - insecurities regarding weight and stomach rolls & struggling with eating

The sound of scraping forks upon plates is not helping your predicament; it’s actually making the quaking in your stomach much worse.

Chatter bubbles besides you as your friends and your boyfriend, seungmin eat the holiday dinner that minho had prepared. It looks delicious, but the dent in the serving you had received causes a nauseating feeling.

You had already convinced yourself that you were going to push those feeling down far, but thats already gone out the window.

Your eyes meet with seungmin’s, who was sitting across from you at the dinner table. He knew something was up, especially since you were sitting there staring at your food instead of eating. You had talked about how excited you were to eat Minho’s food, so this weirded him out.

“E-Excuse me, I’ll be right back.” You stutter out, excusing your self from the table suddenly and walking towards the bathroom. The dinner was being hosted at you and Seungmins place, so you felt comfortable closing and locking the door before slumping to the ground.

Tears immediately began to spring to your eyes as you eyed the small scale that rested on the floor of the bathroom. It was your worse enemy, just looking at it made a tear silently slip past your eyelid.

Seungmin had always told you not to let the number on it define you, that you’re much more than what the scale says, but with the way your heart drops when you hop on it makes it hard to believe.

“No, no fucking way I gained weight. God I’m so stupid.” You whispered, staring down at the red numbers with guilt and shame swimming in your head.

Why do I always do this to my self?! I can’t stand me, I’m so fucking-

“Baby, unlock the door.” Seungmins voice cuts through the thoughts swirling through your mind. “Please, honey.”

You unlock the door, and seungmins heart shattered. You haven’t told him anything, but he can see in your eyes that something is wrong, and the scale being on helps him piece it together.

“You’ve been in here for 10 minutes, what’s up.” He sighs, wrapping his arms around your stomach, around your insecurity.

“It’s nothing. Had something in my teeth.” You lie, and it’s painfully obvious. You can feel the crack in your voice that proves your lying, and Seungmin knows you all too well.

“Honey, tell me the truth please. I won’t ever push you, but I can’t help if I don’t know what happened.” His voice is warm, comforting like an invisible hug wrapped its arms around you tightly.

“I’m just so..” you start, and he listens intently. “Im so…big. I gained some weight after eating, just look at my stomach. The rolls… they just make me feel like I’m not pretty enough.” You’ve confessed, face flushed pink and a new set of hot tears flooding your eyes.

“Baby, listen to me.” He says, sincerity dripping from his tongue. “You are so, so beautiful. Your stomach isn’t an ugly thing about you, it’s perfect. It’s soft, squishy, and fucking perfect.”

He kneels down, smushing his face into the rolls of your stomach, closing his eyes in content and using his hands to rub circles on your back.

“Whether you lose or gain weight, you will always be the prettiest person in the world.”

“I don’t deserve you baby, thank you.” You sigh, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

“Of course you deserve me. I love you so much, my pretty, beautiful girl.” He whispers softly, getting up from his position on the floor to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Do you want to go back?” He ask, tilting his head like a puppy while waiting for your answer.

“No, I’m not really hungry anymore, but you can.” You say, walking out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.

“Nope, I’m staying with you.” He states, walking over to you and tackling you onto the bed.

“Minnie.” You giggle, laughing at the way he began to tickle you. “They’re gonna miss you.”

“Mhm don’t care. I’m spending time with you now.” He sighs, stopping his attack on your body and wrapping his arms around your stomach again.

It’s your insecurity, but he doesn’t it make it feel like one. He makes it feel like something that is just another part of you, something worth love.

Wow, does he work wonders, because the last thing one your mind is that sickening feeling. Now it’s him. Him and the way he loves you so deeply and unconditionally.

And you will always love him the same way too.

[zyxelia]

Whispers Of Forever — Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem! Reader

Starring: Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem! Reader

Summary: After your marriage, you and your husband have your own drawer beside the bed. One day while cleaning, you see something on the drawer that looks like... A love letter? Oh, how could it be? You thought you already read all his love letters for you! (Spoiler: Curiosity gets the best of you!)

Word Count: 498 Words

Things To Note(s): -

Estimated Reading Time: 2-3 Minutes

a/n: It's almost new year!

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My precious one, iwa-channn!!

To you, my dearest love.

For the first time in my life, I am enchanted— caught in the kind of spell I once thought existed only in dreams. Before you, everything felt distant and muted, but with you, the world feels softer and gentler, as though every corner of it has been touched by your light. You’ve filled the empty spaces within me with something so pure, so full of warmth, that I can hardly remember the cold that came before.

Whenever I think about you, it feels like a soft melody playing within me— a song only I can hear, yet it feels as though the entire universe is in tune with it. You’ve healed parts inside of me I thought would always stay broken, and in their place, you’ve brought light, love, and hope. There is a lightness in my soul now, a peace that I had long since forgotten was even possible. You make me feel whole again, like a puzzle whose missing pieces were always meant to be found, and you— my love— are the key that completed it.

Your eyes hold a gravity that draws me in, leaving me suspended, weightless, and unmoored. They hold stories, secrets, and worlds within them, and I feel privileged to be the one who gets to see them. The world fades away when I am with you. I lose myself in the depths of your gaze; I could spend an eternity simply losing myself in you.

It’s also the way I am fascinated by your voice. Every word you speak lingers in my heart like a melody I wish to never stop hearing. Each time you speak, I find myself drawn closer, wanting to hear more of your thoughts, your dreams, your fears— every piece of you that makes you the person I love more than anything else in this world.

It’s you.

Always you.

In the whispers of yesterday, the embrace of today, and the endless horizon of tomorrow, it will always be you. No matter where life takes us, or what challenges we face, you are the constant thread that ties me to this life.

You are my light in the darkness, my constant in the chaos, and the love I will cherish for as long as my heart is still beating. You are my beginning and my end, the keeper of my heart and soul, the one I will choose forever.

Upon meeting you, I have found my home, my peace, and the endless beauty of what it means to be truly alive. My love, in your arms, I have discovered what it means to truly live— to live not just with my heart, but with every part of me.

I have to admit, writing this letter is easier than speaking it directly to you. Thank you for being everything I never knew I needed, for being my dream made real, and for loving me in ways I could never have imagined.

You are, and always will be, my everything.

©️ zyxelia, 2024. Please do not translate, modify, or repost my work on any other platforms without asking. Thank you for understanding.

[fictioninmyblood]

Back to Bed Pt. 2

Summary: Terry and Y/N had been married for just over 7 years with 3 beautiful children and a blooming self defense business they’d built together to show for it. Having started their relationship at the beginning of Y/N’s journey into discovering her submissiveness and Terry’s first stationing as an instructor - Terry had been her only dom and thus knew her like the back of his hand and Y/N has been the only sub to experience the harshest version of his dom giving her the same privilege over him. Having been pregnant with their baby girl upon coming home to the Sandy Springs situation, Terry has been using it as an excuse, too afraid to lean all the way into his dom personality the way he had with Y/N before his last tour.

After they get into an argument, again, about the events of Silver Springs and how even after the last few years of stitching their life back together, he still only talked to Summer about everything that happened and was handling her with kid gloves, Y/N separates from him best she can. Completely at a crossroads of what to do to feel like she’s still her husband’s wife and losing all the fight to try and figure it out, she gives Terry the silent treatment and isolates from him, doing her best to only be in the same room with him when the kids are. After weeks of her barely acknowledging him or the argument, Terry is tired of going to bed alone when his wife is sleeping in the guest room right below him. His plan? Let the dom in him handle it and finally confess his monsters.

WARNINGS: 18+ themes, Minors DNI, d/s themes, smut, angst

A/N: I almost forgot to tag folks, literally stayed up all night finishing this part. Charge it to my head not my heart.

Tags: @kirayuki22 @blyffe @scorpiosaintt @kaylaahisthebestest- @captainwithoutmakingitlove @nayaesworld

A/N: Thank you to all the Terry girls out there that have created a monster in me for this man in literally less than a week. Story inspired by @megamindsecretlair ‘s “I Swear I’ll Never Leave” oneshot and @keyaho ‘s “R.E.L.L.S.” series.

A/N: There will be at least one more part. Kinda proofread, sorry in advance for any mistakes.

Just as he had finished the thought staring down at her with his arms folded and his mind racing with all the ways he could have this night go, she delivered exactly the push that would make him give them what they both needed, obviously.

“Just because I’m down here giving you all sorts of ideas, doesn’t mean I’m going to comply just like that.”

He raised a lone eyebrow and responded, “Is that so kitten?”

Y/N nodded her head, causing Terry to tighten his hands around his folded forearms. It was something small, but now that they understood each other and were officially in the scene he knew that she knew what that answer meant. He held his hand up to his ear and said, “come again kitten?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes that is so.”

“You testing me mama?” Terry asked while holding her chin to keep their gazes locked.

Y/N shrugged and struggled to keep her smirk entirely off her face as she moved her face right out of his grasp, seeing the exact reaction she’d been hoping for flash behind his eyes.

Terry grabbed her hair by the base of her neck and yanked harshly, leaning into her face as close as possible while he practically snarled out, “You will use your words.”

Y/N smiled blatantly now, what could be considered a demented smile, raising an eyebrow as if to mock his signature move with her, and replied, “Or what?”

“Or what?” Terry repeated confused and baffled by the audacity his kitten was showing. He’d already told her how close to snapping he’d been, warned her of the dangers of interacting with him in this state, and she still chose to provoke him. His mind couldn’t wrap his head around the minx that was kneeled before him, it seemed he wasn’t the only one hiding a different beast. She was usually always so compliant, even when being bratty it was easy to get her to fold to his commands, but not now. “Or what?” he repeated again, more so as a statement as he loosed the grip he had on her hair to rub the base of her skull.

The second he watched those beautiful eyes close accompanied by the sound of the barest of moans, he slapped her face 3 times in a row, open palmed like before. When her eyes and mouth popped open, his finger fucked her throat with 3 of his fingers until she was a slobbery mess. He’d pressed down on her tongue, effectively gagging her, leaned in close to her face and licked from her top lip back to her ear to grasp it between his teeth.

“You bout to find out and I don’t want no sounds out of you except ones of pleasure, mine and yours.”

Y/N smiled at him when he pulled away to look at her again but it quickly dissipated when his became sinister. “I’m bout to fuck you so good you beg me to stop and I’m going to keep,” he slapped her face one, “goin,” a second slap made her cream her panties, soaking through to the sleep shorts covering them. 

He didn’t have to see it to know it because he knew her expressions, had learned them thoroughly over the years enough to know her involuntary orgasm face. It was his favorite afterall. Terry let his wet fingers slip out of her mouth and immediately put his dick in while it was stil hanging open. Despite having plans to tie her down and fuck her sensely in their bedroom, something about this moment made him desperate to have this.

As soon as Y/N lifted her hands to hold onto his hips he popped the side of her face. “You already know what time it is mama, stop testing me.”

It really wasn’t fair how he was holding a one-sided conversation with her knowing damn well that she couldn’t respond, only react. He was using everything he knew about Y/N against her and this was the one arena that she welcomed his attention to detail. Her pussy couldn’t stop clenching around nothing since he let out that ‘fuck’ earlier.

Only thing Terry was focused on was his nut and her compliance. Despite clenching her fists at her sides for a bit with no problem she had the audacity to reach for his pussy. HIS pussy!

He pulled himself from the depths of her throat and pulled her to stand by the grasp he suddenly had on it so fast that Y/N officially couldn’t think anymore. Even the following slap barely registered as her fight or flight responses pulled her psyche in separate directions. One part of her trying to witness the moment from outside her body while the other wanted to lean into all the sensations he was making her feel.

“You acting up a little too much for my liking kitten, let’s fix that huh?”

Terry grasped her arm and turned her over his knee, using his foot to sweep her off of hers as he sat,  in such a swift motion that she couldn't have counteracted it if she tried. Gathering the second arm into the same hand that had the other at the base of her spine he got right to work. He’d gotten to his 6th blow before her body tensed up from finally feeling them all at once. Terry was not being gentle and she knew in this moment that he was definitely going to mark her every way he can, starting with the bruises that were sure to start appearing on her ass in a few hours. He let her ride out the sensations for a few moments, rubbing her butt with all the love and care he had for her before he was back to quick pops. By the time he stopped the 3rd time, he’d reached 25 and she was on the precipice of an orgasm if her moans were any indication, but he didn’t want that just yet.

“Why you actin’ up so much, huh?”

Y/N was on a high that just kept going up with every second under his hands. She had never experienced her subspace like this before and she was greedy for more. There was a small part of her that asked what if she pushed too far, but it wasn’t loud enough to stop her from looking back at him with fresh tears in her eyes from her most recent punishment, opening her mouth to say, “maybe you just don’t how to punish me.”

If she thought he looked menacing before, that was nothing compare to the monster that appeared as he rained 5 more slaps that were far slower and far heavier on her ass cheeks. She wanted to keep looking him in the eyes, happy to see this hidden side of him, but she had no control over her body as she came again, eyes and head rolling, muscles tightening. She could swear he’d shown her the universe with the way the darkness behind her eyes lit up.