#feel free to look at this my dearies!

[lyssakinzzz]

I was wondering if you could write an absolute pervert Remmick x poc reader where he lures her (or them) into the woods in the middle of night and has a fucked up makeshift wedding reception set up for her with absolutely disgusting, feral, raw cream pie-ing (if you're comfortable with it)

WARNING: Dark remmick, dub con if you squint oral (f!receiving), breeding kink, thigh biting, mind control, forced into marriage, gentle to ROUGH sex, degradation with A DROP of praise. Remmick being a bully, squirting, hair pulling, spiting.

Paring: Remmick x Witch POC reader.

You didnt know how he managed to stay in your mind. You did everything, cleansing spells, rituals, even blood sacrifices. Nothing.

You were a powerful witch. You helped people with their love lives, spiritual lives, helped them let go of loved ones, you even managed to cleanse evil spirits. Sometimes, you'd feel spirits lingering after but that was normal! You were cleansing yourself of their energies, you were bound to feel it.

But this, this was different he was one with you. One day, you met with a women, a man had been stalking her, but she wasn't too sure it was a man. So, you consulted with her, it was your job! You did everything you could but you couldn't quite crack the code on him, but he did end up leaving her alone, so your job here was complete you moved on to the next client! It was fine until it wasn't.

You felt his presence with you always, but tonight you had enough with him playing games with you. So, you brought anything to kill any sort of monster, anything you can find that you knew was deadly.

You stalked outside to the woods of your house where the creature had been calling you, you felt the connection most strongest at this beautiful little lake outside, it looked like an ethereal wedding to be honest, you heard steps behind you and saw a white couple.

"Hi, dearie!" The women smiled. She looked...odd. Her husband smiled at you too, the both looked crazy, but they weren't the man.

"What yall doing out here." You breathlessly questioned, that mother fucker tricked you.

"Well were just assistin' a friend. He's gettin' hitched tonight!" She whooped, and her husband chuckled.

"Oh...well I best be in my way, ma'am, sir." You drop your head and walk off. Of course this motherfucker was playing with you and lead you in to some werido wedding reception in your nightgown and Bonnet looking like a crazy women. You groaned as you paced to your house but the second you did he grabbed you by the back you screamed and kicked, you felt his claws graze you, and saw his glowing eyes in the reflection of the screen door.

Vampire.

You thought as you grabbed you stake and tried to attack him.

"Mmm, baby were connected, I know your every move." He rasped in your ears, his breath smelling like cigarettes and coppery blood.

You kick and struggle, but it didn't phase him.

"Mm...now, I gotta surprise for you, I'd think you'd love." he declared as he shushed you and took you to the wedding sight. You saw the couple from earlier playing music, and remmick smiled.

"See, baby...all for you." He smiled as he let you go.

"Now Joan's gonna help you get all pretty for me, right Joan?" She nodded as she ushered you inside of another house on the property.

"Now you go wash up! It's your wedding night, darling!" She exclaimed as she handed you a washcloth and soap.

You ran to the bathroom looking for any kind of window. Of course there'd barely be any vampires hide out here! You groaned as you started to wash your body.

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You walked down the aisle with some other members of his cult grinning at your beauty. Remmick alike, you reached your "husband"

You didn't even know what to think, he was in your mind, you couldn't think of staking him and watching his body became lifeless once more, you couldn't think of an escape route without him stopping it. You lost all free will.

He smiled. "Oh you look so pretty in blue, angel" he grinned as he took your hand and they started the ceremony, you internally screamed at the uncomfortable sixpence in your shoes as the officiator started.

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You took off your shoe and let out a sigh of relief as put your feet up on the bed, Remmick sat at the foot and like a seesaw the weight distributed there, he rubbed your feet and kissed your calfs as he inhaled your scent and moaned.

"Look, what ever sick fantasy you wanted. It happened, let me go" You demand as his lips lingered before he gazed up at you.

"Oh, mo chroi. I'm far from done, but I doubt you wanna leave until I'm satisfied." He grinned as he kissed up your thighs and slowly parted them. He was surprisingly gentle. For now. He bit down on your inner thighs with his sharp canines, you arched you back and groaned as you felt hot liquid seep out, he sucked the ruby liquid and moaned.

"You taste amazing..." He declared as he inched up to your cunt and gave you kitten licks, you let out an involuntary moan as you sunk down onto the head board. You've had sex before, you've been tasted before, but he knew his way around even though it was his first time touching you. You let out breathy moans as he licked at your folds, and a sharp audible one once he sunk his fingers inside you.

"Oh yeah, love. Let me hear you." He grinned, prideful as you started to get more into it, your body shoots up as he uses a different kind of speed. You felt your realase coming as you gripped the headboard and saw your vision blur. You heard water trickle out on the bed and he looked like he just struck oil in a foreign land.

He grinned as he finally started lapping at your overstimulated folds, you whined as he tugged at your neck a clear sign for you to keep your head up and maintain eye contact. You accepted his non verbal challenge and lost horribly as you felt your head thud against a pillow as you felt you second realase coming as you creamed in his mouth.

You moaned as your head hit the pillow in satisfaction, he was done with you, he had to be. You were sadly mistaken as he flipped you over and pulled your hair to face him.

"Ahhh..." He teased you to open your mouth. He spat in your mouth and lightly smacked your cheek, an order for you to swallow. You mindlessly obeyed as he pushed your face down into the pillow, and just sunk into you.

"Sh- s'too big!" You exclaimed as you tried to wiggle him out of you.

"Well when you're out here moaning like a little bitch, I expect you to take this fucking cock, understand, cum rag?" He rasped in your ear and you nodded as he pushed your head back down.

"Atta girl..." He smirked as he started fucking you. Hard. The bed was creeking as he kept slamming your hips into his huge cock, you cried out his name like it was the only thing you knew in all these years of vibrant life. He wasn't doing to well too, he was moaning in your ear which just made you tighter which caused him to moan more.

"Fuck, pretty girl tryna snap my dick off." He grunted as he kept thrusting and breaking in your cervix. You babbled in response and he was coming up with something witty but you tightened around him.

He finally regained composure.

"Ah...you'd love it if I painted your walls with my cum, hm. You wanna get filled with my babies, don't you fuck, girl?" He questioned, growing impossibly faster. You had no thought through your head. He pulled your hair back so you would face him.

"A question deserves an answer, cumslut" he groaned as you nodded his head. You nodded mindlessly.

"Verbally."

"Y-yes, yes, gosh!" You whined as his balls drew up and he came inside you. He saw your eyes flutter and you involuntarily sink down

"Atta girl" he smirked proudly before flipping you on your back.

[colourstreakgryffin]

I had a silly idea, what about an Cheshire Cat!reader x Alastor? (Feel free not to do this dearie ( ·∀·) )

Haha. OMFG. A Cheshire Cat would really match with Alastor well! So, thank you, Lady Beelzebub! I’ll try this out!

Alastor- A Little Game

Vaggie has been so frustrated. Charlie has been trying to ease the crew. Husk is on the verge of murdering somebody. Niffty is annoyed that her cleaning equipment is gone. Angel is quite amused by what’s going on and Alastor is very invested in the cause

Lately, the Hazbin Hotel has been dealing with a suddenly appearing invisible menace causing pranks after pranks nonstop; locking or trapping up doors, stealing items and storing them high up, whispering out in the halls at night

Alastor didn’t suspect he’d ever run into the culprit of all this trouble but he has. After Charlie had been giving Vaggie a calmdown pep talk, the Princess politely asked Alastor to check around the hallways for any more prank remnants, the Overlord did so, just to see what he may find… and he made a incredible discovery

A floating cat-like sinner with magenta and pink colouring, most importantly, a big Cheshire wide grin. A rival of Alastor’s own smile and with almost half a body, as if cut in half

The sinner was in the midst of setting up a trap consisting a big silver bucket full of thick blood over the top of Alastor’s own hotel room door, but they’ve been caught in the act

And Alastor doesn’t plan on dealing out punishment… he’s too amused

“Ah… you must be the little troublesome beast causing so much disrupt in this Hotel?” Alastor asks almost immediately with literally no malice towards what’s been going on, his transatlantic accent smooth and almost making his voice sound more friendly and warm than he actually is as this cat sinner… or otherwise, you

Just giggles under your breath and disappears into thin air properly with the wide grin floating in the air for a few seconds almost magically before dissipating with you

“And if I have?” Your voice rings out after a few more seconds of silence, disembodied, invisible. You can’t be tracked with eyes but Alastor’s powerful magic can pinpoint where you are by detecting your own demonic magic, sharply looking over his shoulder to be greeted with your floating head

Just your head… no body, it’s like before when it was half of your torso. Now, it’s just your head. Your magic is a lot like the storybook fairytale character, Cheshire Cat

But that’s because you’re the most Cheshire Cat person anybody will ever met. Alastor couldn’t help but be so amused by you; you’re skilled, you’re snarky, you know what you’re doing and you’re resourceful, good at planning

Able to have avoided being caught by everybody in the Hotel for months now and you’re lucky enough to have been caught by the one member who enjoyed the chaos and madness the pranks caused

“I believe you must avoid the others if so” Alastor proclaims, almost mysterious and still silky in that radio-laced but classy and dapper tone as you tilt your head confused. For the first time, you’ve been snapped out of your mischievous chaotic demeanour

You suspected him to bark, to growl, to be annoyed so him not is so odd to you but quickly brushing it off, you manifest your whole body into frame. Cute fluffy striped cat-like ears flicking and long fluffy cat-like tail curling around, almost like a coil spring

You couldn’t really understand this Overlord, something you don’t like. You’d prefer people to be confused by you, by your style of insanity and madness, by your enjoyment of causing so much disorder and high-tension emotions

You were about to speak, basically floating over his shoulder before Alastor beats you to the punch. You can’t tell if you’ll like him or despise him with the way he speaks, almost condescending

“If you’re going to make my project topsy-turvy, I suggest do a better prank”

[puhmpken]

Author’s Note: This one is a filler since I am still working on “Dairy of the Obsessed” ..this one was spontaneous lmfaoo! Also requests are open feel free to give me story ideas

This has BEEN edited 🥳🎉

Warning ⚠️-> If you’re under the age of 18+ DONT interact with this post, this is your only & final warning! I do not & will not take responsibility for anything further!

You have been warned

Title: A Shape-Shifter’s Dilemma

Alastor x Reader Oneshot

written + edited by @puhmpkins-blog 🎃

W/C: 5.1K 😀 oops maybe too much lol my imagination got the better of me but please enjoy!

You always questioned where Alastor your husband would go. Most of the time you would brush it off and not think of it—Overlord stuff.

But one night while Al and you slept in the same bed he tossed and turned in his sleep you could assume he was having a nightmare

“honey..?” You said in a low ruff voice as you gently placed a hand on Alastor who stops his moving before the word he mutters out was

“charlie..”

...Now that is odd. Why would a overlord like Alastor be saying the princess of hells name in the middle of his sleep?

It made you raise a eyebrow, and questioned him.

The day following did not seem to ease your nerves one bit, he again in rather ..a rush to leave the manor

Standing next to the front doors door you watched as he moved back and forth through the living room looking for whatever he was desiring

“What's rushing for darling? This is rather out of character” You said as your eyes watched him move throughout the room

“Oh nothing to concern yourself with dearie!~ Just overlord business”

You hummed back at his bland cryptic response not wanting to pick it apart–you just decided not to question it and save yourself the energy

“Right. Just don’t go get yourself in trouble” You said smiling at Alastor standing infront of you, slightly towering over you as you fixed and cleaned off any dirt or lent that got caught on his suit as he was in your words rushing around

Moving your hands away from him, your eyes locked with his as Alastor’s reddish brown eyes, a flicker of amusement dancing within them. His lips curved from a small smile into a sly smirk, revealing his pointy teeth.

“Trouble?,” he questioned, making his one of his eyebrows raise in a cocky way , “Why..thats my middle name, my dear.” He said clasping and holding both your hands as he stared at you, before shrugging “But perhaps maybe I’ll make an exception—for you.”

You rolled your eyes to your husband's playful antics, before giving Alastor his goodbye kiss and waving him bye as he sinks into his shadow disappearing leaving you alone in the manor.

A moment of silent filling the air before

“Now, let me figure out WHAT’S actually happening.”

And that’s how this whole shenanigan began with you.

You see, while Alastor might have been expected to marry some ordinary demon, you in your case, were far from ordinary. As a shape-shifting demon, you possessed the ability to transform your identity at will, becoming a whole new demon or a manifestation of whatever your imagination desired.

The only limitations were those of your own imagination or..if Alastor was able to sniff you out, thanks to his keen sense of smell. HOWEVER, avoiding detection was usually easy enough… for the most part.

Weeks to months you’ve been keeping up on this “routine” of cat and mouse but all was paying off.

You found out Al has been to much of your dismay harboring rather a couple of secrets hidden and tucked from you. Other than your known overlord stuff he was a suppose helper at a hotel called the “Hazbin Hotel” that princess charlie owns and works at with a couple of other people almost made you drop with laughter when you first seen Alastor helping out with the hotel, you had to tell Rosie about this later.

It was easy to stay undercover and even easier to get close to him without him realizing and knowing it was you.

You made up your mind weeks ago that his territory would be fine, if you step away here and there to follow Alastor to the hotel

And that’s how you end up to the present day you.

You weren’t satisfied with knowing Alastor helps at a hotel. Yes indeed it was a shocker but that’s all? You were still puzzled on why Al said Charile name to began with

Alastor hasn’t suspected a thing yet due to him kinda being busy at the hotel or up in his office.

On the rare times you would see him, he was up in the upper balcony with nifty laughing with her, you couldn’t hear what they were talking about but knowing the both of them.. it was rather something strange or gruesome

As another shifted ended, the day ended with you back at the manor seating in your comfortable loveseat, reading a book before mere minutes Al got back, making it seem as normal as possible to not raise suspicions

The next day as things moved along you wished Alastor a goodbye as you watched him shift into the shadows and disappear off.

Waiting a few minutes after he left you then began to get ready for your shift at the hotel, that first started with showering to rid yourself of your natural scents–you didn’t want to be tackled down by your husband as soon as you walk in through the door.

Finishing up with your shower you stepped out spraying some random cheap perfume you had bought to scramble Al scents.

As you began styling yourself from being a lady of the 1920s with elegant beauty and designer dresses to a ripped petite coat, old bleach stained black skirt with a hole at the bottom with a finish messy down hairstyle

You laughed at your reflection

Seeing what you looked like in your normal form made you laugh. Alastor would probably gasp and dropped to his knees at the things you wore.

You walked out the house being sure to not be seen

Successfully making it past the fenced gates and out of the woods you came to the main roads of hell shifting yourself into a hell creature you have been using for this whole little “spying game”

A lengthy white fur being that stood, 6ft having two red stripes covering both arms and legs. Your (h/c) just reached the middle of your back and on your head sat two cream colored pointy horns, you kept your sharp teeth to still be able to scare off unwanted demons if the occasion was to rise

Checking yourself out in the reflection of the glass windows, you made sure everything was correct: your look, your attire and your scent.

You started to walk to the hotel, the sidewalk you have taken at least more than ten times.

As you inched closer to the hotel you for safe measures stopped and sprayed yourself down one more time in cheap perfume emptying the bottle before tossing it off in the distances and kept walking

Getting inside the hotel was an easy task,

You said hello to everyone vaggie, angeldust, sir pentious and his eggo children, huskier and nifty.

‘Everyone is down here practically–well almost everyone’ looking around furrowing your eyebrows together

“Where Charlie? She's usually with you, Vag?” You said to Vaggie who was sitting on the couch next to Angel looking at the TV

“She should be in her office right now Lucy. I think she also wanted to talk to you” Vaggie said kinda nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders towards the end as she looked up from the tv to you as you nodded your head

Making a hum noise you turned on your heel and began walking to Charlie office

Knocking before you entered, Charlie sat at her desk looking at papers

“Helluva morning Charlie. Vaggie was telling me you were looking for me, I just wanted to speak to you about what you wanted” You said as you walked towards her desk and seating down in one of the chairs across from it

Charlie still having her go lucky smile on her face nodded putting down a couple of papers “Yes Vaggie was right! I was looking for you Lucy!” She said pausing as she slide over a little stack of paperwork, “It’s nothing serious promise! I just wanted you to run these up to Al~!”

You nodded silently thanking hell for the opportunity to be closer to Al

“Yeah of course I can do that” You said standing up taking the paperwork in your black gloved hands “Consider it done Charlie!” You said walking out of her office as she screamed a thank you from behind a closed office door

You hummed quietly to yourself as you walked up the flights of stairs to get to Alastor’s door

Minutes passed before you got to the door that read in bold letter

“Alastor, Radio Demon”

Knocking lightly on the door, ‘he should be in there?’

“…”

‘No response..hm that weird’ You thought as you looked over both your shoulders before you placed a gloved hand on your door handle twisting the knob before it opened slowly

!!!CREAAAK!!!

Your body mentally cringed at the noise as you pushed the door more open glancing around one more time you slipped in the crack of his door, gently shutting it closed once you entered

‘Wow’ Was the first word that escaped your mouth looking into his room now, it's his office yes, but what was beyond it that made it almost feel like you were..alive it was the bayou swamp/forest it was just how you remembered before you died all those years ago..breathtaking

Scanning the dimly lit area with the only light being a moonless night and the few fireflies that infested the air, you didn’t see Alastor anywhere in sight, just a table with a chair on it in the middle of the grassy forest.

You bite your lip gently as you looked between the paper work and the forest before groaning knowing your mind was made up, as soon as you laid your eyes on the bayou. Leaving the paperwork for Alastor sitting on his wooden desk before you walked passed it and too the bayou landscape filling as it was almost a dream

Walking slowly into the grassy area with a smile as you breathed in the smell of forest closing your eyes and taking in the sound

It was a wonderful moment of quiet before the light noise of static in the forest made you snap your eyes open,.. that’s Alastor getting closer into range of where you were standing.

Being lucky and hopeful you HOPE he didn’t see you in the clearing just standing their with your eyes closed

You ran and hide behind some bushes and trees that were away from the table and chair you were standing near–and just in the nick of time

You could hear and see him from where you were hiding the full static sound of a certain radio demon as he hummed a tune with a deer slumped dead over on his shoulder, carrying it with ease as he slammed it down on the table, you examined as he sat down making a fork appear out of thin air as he leaned his staff against his chair, before disappearing into air as he began to eat the deer raw pulling at its meat–made you want to gag in disgust

‘He could’ve cooked it’ you thought watching him munch down on his hunt you can assume. Licking his lips after a couple of bites he wiped his mouth with a napkin like a true unhinged gentleman

Before he cleared his throat his eyes shutting but his smile spreading wider, causing you to get goosebumps

“I know your there” He said making you do a double take ‘he knows i am here?’ you thought blinking as you didn’t buy his bluff

“I can sense your presence,” he drawled, his voice dripping with a sinister charm.

“You can’t hide from me.” He opened his crimson eyes as they began scanning the area. You kept your movement still as he scanned over the area you were hiding. You saw how he squinted his eyes almost immediately at the bush you were in

“Come out, come out wherever you are” He sang out in a haunting tone

“You do know as a predator.”He started in a cheery tone before his voice dropped to a dual and deep one “ I can smell you out.” His voice ringing of no radio filter

Your heart began to sped up

‘fffuck’ Is what you thought before you seen Alastor disappear into thin air—it wasn’t a surprise you were accustomed to that but you couldn’t help your heart starting to speed up as he vanished into the air

“Run,” a disembodied whisper breathed against your nape

Took you no time of convincing as you ran not looking behind you as you kept your eyes forward only hearing the sound of something chasing behind,

You hit left and right, hoping to get Alastor off of you

As you take another right you ran behind a tree, hiding behind its figure as you heard and felt Alastor run pass you

You have never done something like this, it was rather fun but dangering

Peaking your head from behind the tree after what felt like entirety you didn’t see Alastor for safe measures you transformed yourself to a small forest animal, just in case Alastor wants to sneak behind you..again

Following near your foot trail from the tree branches, you jumped from branch to branch with ease as you stopped once more hearing static noise come from nowhere, you smirked in your creature form as Alastor wouldn’t suspect a thing

Watching from above, his form essentially appeared from thin air as he had a wide smirk and a look of hunger in his eyes as he looked at the spot you were suppose to be standing

“Where are you~?” He said

“…”

After a moment of looking in all the places he would expect and assume for someone to hide, he stood in the middle of the forest arms crossed as his ears flickered now and then

“Now where did they go? I was rather hungrier for something other than deer” He said you can tell by his voice he was almost dumb struck how could he still be able to smell you but your nowhere near..weird?

You slowly shifted yourself backwards away from Alastor as you didn’t want to alarm him nor give away your hiding, you were almost clear before a vibration was felt throughout the branch and in one second the branch snapped as you land ontop of Alastor head

“...”

“...”

It was quiet not either one of you dared to move before you felt your body being picked up fully by his hand and now..the jig was up

“What do we have here..” He said looking at you “A small diversion from the person thats in here?”Alastor’s gaze bore into you, dissecting your very essence.

A wicked glint in his eyes began to take place, “Well I guess since I couldn't catch my actual food, I shall eat you little one” Pausing to smug smile before continuing “Bad luck for you?~” He said as he lifted you above his mouth

You squirmed in his hands, heart racing.

‘This can’t be how (y/n)'s story ends’, you thought desperately.

Just as he was about to drop you into his abyssal maw, you shifted—your disguise falling away

You landed on top of Alastor, who staggered back, utterly unprepared.

“Don’t eat me,” you blurted out, adrenaline surging. Alastor stood, bemusement etching his features.

“Lucy?!” Alastor’s voice crackled through the air, a radio filter distorting his words. The static hummed, raising the hairs on your arms.

“Why are you in here?” His step was deliberate, menacing. You retreated, heart pounding.

“How did you make yourself appear small? Then big?” His eyes narrowed, dissecting you. Each step he took, you mirrored, until your back pressed against a tree—literally.

Your mind raced for a lie, an escape. But then it happened—the slip up, the unraveling.

You shifted into your true form, the one Alastor would recognized.

“(Y/N)?!” His voice lost the radio filter, and you met his gaze. Confusion etched his features. You bit your bottom lip, a awkward laugh escaping.

“Erm, surprise…?” You said as you watched him back up a little from you a smile now spreading wider by the minute as the static was the buzz in the air

As it was overtook by the applause he started to emitted as he turned the other way starting to laugh

“A surprise indeed dearie who would’ve know my wife could pull such a thing off” He started.. you didn’t like how this was sounding as you moved away from the tree watching him as he created slight distances between him and yourself

You watched as a nagging feeling was telling you to start running but ignoring that you spoke up “Alastor I-” He cut you off with his words

As he appeared behind you—the Radio Demon, with crimson eyes and a dangerous smile. His arm encircled your waist, pulling you closer. “You had the entire hotel convinced of this Lucy woman,” he murmured, his voice devoid of filters. “Bravo, dearie. Truly bravo.”

You didn’t like how he was taking the situation as what he said to you in a flare voice on confirmed how much you actually DID piss off Alastor with this little disguise

“You should run now.”

Those four words holding a threat of the unknown and you wanting to at least talk for yourself turned to face Alastor his crimson eyes only reflecting the pure chaos he was about to inflict on this game of catch with you, as you shook your head

“Please let me explain” You urged, desperation coloring your voice.

“5” Alastor your dear husband replied, holding out his hand. The air crackled with tension

“Al please—…”

“4..” He sung out as he closed his eyes, standing tall. One hand rested behind his back, the other poised like a pendulum. The smile of him showing his sharp teeth made you swallow harshly

“3” He warned out to you knowing your still there as he opened one eye to look at you breathing out short “Hmm..a shame your going to let me catch you so easy” He said shutting his open eye closed

“2 dearie” He warned out now holding two fingers as he began to shift in his stances his neck elongated he was slowly shifting into his demon form, and that’s when you finally decide to run

You huffed and panted as you switched your form a couple of times to give you longer distances away from Alastor as you made it deeper into the Bayou the ground under you turning slightly squishy as you kept running not interested to turn around

You ran for what felt like hours before you stopped down near a swamp bank hunched on you knees as you gain your second wind, taking a few more breathes you stood up, the air was quiet you couldn’t hear the static of Al, so you have to be far from him? or he just turned off that noise so he could stalk and pounce on you

Whatever the case maybe you took a breathe in and out as you looked ahead of the lake, nothing but more forest—

You thought different ideas like turning into a winged creature and flying back towards the rooms door to get out of here, but you didn’t know how high you could fly and since Alastor can’t fly nor has wings, you doubt that celling is high enough to get high enough where he couldn’t hit you out of air

Best option was to keep running or go into the swamp water, it would give you better opportunity, reflecting your options about it you heard the ground beneath you move with vibrations ‘fuck he already found me’ you thought coming to the defeat you were going to let yourself be caught but that was until you seen that fucken demon form mere seconds before he seen you, you bailed out dipping yourself slowly in the cold water taking a big breathe before dunking yourself under

Seconds stretched into eternity as you held your breath, your lungs screaming for release. The vibrations in the ground intensified, and you knew he was near. What was Alastor going to do when he catched you? He wouldn’t actually hurt his wife? You thought of as your heart hammered against your ribs, and you wondered if you should be actually concerned

Alastor scanned the area, seeking his dear wife. You pressed deeper into the water, your head submerged further, only the top part of your head concealed by a stray lilypad.

Minutes passed—or perhaps it was mere seconds—before you surfaced. Gasping for air, you wiped water from your eyes. Alastor wasn’t in sight.

You continued walk towards the edge of the pond before crawling out of the pond, lying down on the edge of it your knees still submerged as you sighed out in relief, shutting your eyes for what felt like a second

Before you heard, the clearing of a throat—a sound that sent shivers down your spine. Opening your eyes standing above you was the oh-so-familiar radio demon. You smiled, but before you could vanish into the water, Alastor’s grip closed around your arms. His purr was a velvet blade against your skin.

“Come now, darling,” he drawled, his tone deceiving. “We don’t want you to get wet. Let me assist you in this rather…exchange.” His strength pulled you back, and you squirmed, defiance flaring. But Alastor was stronger, and you found yourself pressed against his chest, dripping and caught.

“Let go,” you demanded, but he only laughed—a predator savoring its prey

“Now, dear, this is part of the game.” His eyes bore into yours, crimson flames dancing. “I’ve caught you, and now you’ll be the prize I win.” His tongue flicked across his lips

As Alastor carried you through the forest he hummed a simple tone, making you more on edge

You both arrived at another clearing?

“This isn’t where we started Al” You said as he set you down, gently helping you get up, as your eyes shifted from the scenery to him

Alastor’s gaze was going up and down on you, as you caught little symbols manifesting themselves around him as he was now a step or two away from you

“Come here” He said in a commanding tone, a chain manifesting around your neck as your eyes widen to metal chain outline with the color of green. Your hands immediately shot to your neck trying to grip and claw at it. You felt a tug come towards Al before you leaned your body away from it trying to keep space, digging your feet lightly in the ground

One real yank got you to move forward unprepared, the earth meant your face very quick and you instantly felt blood in your mouth

“Ah, be good for me, Y/N, and just obey,” he murmured, his grip unyielding. You crawled on your knees and hands, inching closer to him. The chain around your neck tightened, lifting you off the ground. Alastor’s crimson eyes bore into yours.

“My dear sweet little wife, Y/N,” he drawled, his voice devoid of filters. Each word carried weight, punctuated by his southern accent. “You, dearie, violated our little agreement.” His fingers traced the chain. “We had an understanding, did we not?”

Your breaths came in ragged gasps. “I didn’t mean to Al” you whispered

His chuckle echoed through the clearing as he lowered you gently to the ground, ensuring the fall didn’t harm you.

“So, my doe,” he began, his voice a velvet blade, “please give me an explanation. Why has my wife been running around disguised as a Lucy person, working—” His fingers closed around your hands, the chain that had bound you vanishing into thin air. “Her dear, softly delicate hands at a hotel that deserves none of her attention?” His words hung in the air, a question wrapped in menace. “Rather than be in a manor that belongs to her and her husband? Have I done something wrong?”

You sighed out as you nodded taking your hands out of his, to his displeasure “All this started because i heard you mumble in your sleep rather a month or so ago..princess name Charlie” You said with embarrassment flaming your checks as you looked away from Alastor not wanting to know what expression he held

The air was quiet between the both of you, not a word was spoken—You felt like you were holding your breathe with the tension in the air before you felt the touch of your husband on your hands again

“Mon cher~” He purred out making you look at him, his face of course held a wide smile but the look in his eyes held anger with something else glimmering around it “Nothing could replace you”

“No hotel” He said his hand holding out your arm as he kissed at the palm before saying, “No demon” Alastor continued raising his head kissing you at the center of your arm, looking at you in the eyes before kissing more up your arm while saying “And certainly no Lucifer daughter could take my eye off of something as ravishing as you my doe~” Al kissing up you between each pause as he at your neck slowly peaking at it having you basically in his lap with your back towards him, as you moved your head to side to let him continue as he only chuckle at the gesture

Al with his free hand grabbing at your chin to make you look at him as he stared into your (e/c) “But my dear mon cher, you agree at my words as if you understand, but it seems as though you forgotten who I belong too” He said letting go of your chin as both of his hands traveled down to your hips resting there “You forget who's name causes thrill of different emotions within me, so let me remind you~”

Alastor leaned into you, as you meant him half way kissing him

A passionate kiss with some underline aggression made the kiss much more thrilling as Alastor fought for dominance with you trying to dominate over him

With a deep chuckle he pulled away from the kiss, “You being defiant won’t end well for you dear” You looked up too him as you bite your lower lip holding on too his bow tie slowly undoing it as his hands trailed up and down your legs

“No words so be it” He shrugged before pushing you down to the ground, your back laying on the grass as he spread your legs open wide, everything on full display for him to see

He leaned his head down as his ears pushed back towards his head as his eyes half lidded looking up to a red face you “Mm~Darling your so intoxicating with that look on your face” He said before plunging his head down open his mouth before eating your pussy

Your eyes shut closed as your hands went immediately to his hair gripping and pulling at it, as you mumbled out moans holding onto Alastor head down as he kept eating you out

“Al~!” You said in low moan as you felt yourself starting to come undone down there “Alastor..I..I am going to—”

Before you could muster and get out the words to warn your husband, the sensation of Alastor mouth moved away from you leaving you in almost blank state, so close to clarity but yet so far …

You whimpered as you looked down to Alastor who’s face was smirking as he shook his head licking his lips slightly “You think after the charade you pulled your going to get to cum that quick and easily?” He said and laughed “Dearie we are just starting.”

Alastor in a instances flipped you over making you rise to all fours with help of his shadows tendrils you were now ass up face down, with your arms being held down by the shadows tendrils, you whimpered trying to move against them as you felt a burning sensation on your bottom causing you to move it from side to side

Alastor watched in trans like state as you moved your ass after he smacked it only making his boner go harder, as he rub on it through his pants

“Al, let me out of this! I don’t want to be—Ahh~!”You said feeling a familiar feeling slide in you as your eyes rolled behind you, you clawed at the grass alastor pushed all himself in you

“Mmm~There you go Mon Cher~” Alastor said rolling his hips as his head tilted backwards, both of his hands gripping on your hips keeping them in place as he began slowly pumping in and out of you

You moaned as you moved with his thrusts, arching your back as Al grunts and low moans could be heard

Alastor started to pick up in speed as you could only speak out the simple word “Al~” Which was music to the radio demons ears

“Oh (Y/n)~” He said as he kept up fast with his thrusts moving one his hand to your hair, gripping at it pulling you backwards as your head flung back

“Open your eyes.” He said making you slowly open your eyes as meant with the eyes of crimson red ones as his smile was deceiving as his eyes showed pure lust that was feeling “Fuck.” He said as gripped tighter on your hair yanking almost at the root as you moaned with each thrust

“I am going to finish in you.” He said in not a question but as a command as you tighten around him bring him closer as he shut his eyes letting go of your hair before opening his mouth and bitting at the back of your neck as you moaned closing your eyes feeling yourself reaching edge as you reached climax sametime as Alastor

Couple months later drawed by quick before you knew it you were back at the manor, watching over Al’s territory sipping tea as you smiled mindlessly, yeah there was really nothing to worry about.

FIN!!!

Extra! Extra!

(Y/n) and Al strolling through the park. hand in hand as Al hums a tune

Al: “I do say mon cher, I think I never told you why I was saying Charlie's name”

Y/n: “Yeah you haven’t, do share”

Al: “You wouldn’t believe it! Charlie in my dream was trying to paint my Radio Studio, it was all going to be rainbows with fluffy pink unicorns if I didn’t say her name”

Y/n: deadpans

Al: Only telling you the truth dearie~!sings out

Y/n: Your truth is utter dogshit sometimes

Al: gasp Darling!

[tokutaiseichan]

Characters Awakening Lines Translations

After posting the lines for Jin and Rui, I felt like translating other characters too so here we are!

Please note that since I don’t have access to all of the characters’ lines, most of the raw lines are taken from the unofficial JP wiki. The texts are all there so if any of you notice any errors/mistranslations, feel free to correct me!

FROSTHEIM

Jin

Awakening: To think I'm receiving alms from my servant... Should I kneel in front of you? Fully Awakened: Trust is something that can be broken easily. Don't you dare come any closer than you already have.

Tohma

Awakening: This feeling… It appears that you want me to keep reaching out for the top. Is that how it is? Fully Awakened: With this power, we're one step closer to achieving our goal. And I'm* going to make sure we see it through the end. [*he's referring to himself as “ore” instead of his usual “”watashi” here]

Luca

Awakening: I devote myself to protecting the weak, for that is the path I have to take. Fully Awakened: I'll become stronger than anyone. I don't want to lose anything important to me一not anymore!

Kaito

Awakening: Could it be… even someone like me can get stronger too? Fully Awakened: You have done so much for me! This man, Kaito, will no longer run away!!

VAGASTORM

Alan

Awakening: This power is dangerous. Stay away from me. Fully Awakened: I don't really know what’s appropriate to say for this kind of thing, so… well… umm, thanks a lot.

Leo

Awakening: C'mere, Honor Roll~ I'll show you those guys’ ugly crying faces too~ Fully Awakened: Obviously. If I don't like someone, I’ll take matters into my own hands and create hell on earth just for them. There's no such thing as divine retribution, you know?

Sho

Awakening: Thanks for waiting. Well? What do you want me to do now? Say it clearly. Fully Awakened: Sure, okay. I got it. If it's your request, I'll make sure to at least listen to it through the end.

JABBERWOCK

Haru

Awakening: That sure hits the spot~ Now I don't even need those energy drinks! Fully Awakened: I'm going as far as this road is going to take me. I made a choice to walk down this path and it's not something I can just simply throw away.

Towa

Awakening: Heheh~ Did I get stronger? How interesti~ng. Fully Awakened: I wonder why humans are such foolish, whimsical, and pitiful creatures… yet they manage to still be so lovable?

Ren

Awakening: Doing something like this… Senpai, what are you planning? Fully Awakened: Geez! Even if you look at me with those expectant eyes, I know you'll just get tired of me right away…

SINOSTRA

Taiga

Awakening: Gyahahahaha! Aren't you one greedy little kitten~? But I don't hate that about you. Fully Awakened: A hasty greed and a sincere wish. There's no big difference between the two of them.

Romeo

Awakening: Come now. Is it really the time to be charmed by my beauty? Fully Awakened: I need to be perfect all the time一for that is my way of staying triumphant on this world.

Ritsu

Awakening: This will help in furthering my career. Fully Awakened: I definitely will become the best attorney in Japan, and then I shall ensure my father's name will be clear from all the alleged infamy he's received.

HOTARUBI

Subaru

Awakening: I’m so happy that you're right here beside me to watch me grow. Fully Awakened: “Ignorance is Bliss" and “Silence is Golden”. Don't you agree that it's unreasonable to try and break the admonitions we inherited from our predecessors?

Haku

Awakening: Oi oi oi. Don't expect too much from me, you hear? Fully Awakened: If our life were decided by the things we were born with, you bet I'd be the first one to kiss that kind of life goodbye.

Zenji

Awakening: It seems that my capability has bloomed yet again! Fully Awakened: I was wrong, my dear. As it turns out, dreams are not to be kept as just an idealized fantasy but something we should achieve with our own hands.

OBSCUARY

Edward

Awakening: Oh dearie me. If you whip my old bones any harder, I might actually die this time, you know? Fully Awakened: Sometimes a youthful folly can lead one into committing grave sins. So I hope that you keep this in mind一remain modest and cautious.

Rui

Awakening: Thanks a bunch for working hard for my sake~ I really mean it! Fully Awakened: It's fine if you ended up forgetting about me. I simply wish for you, of all people, to become happy.

Lyca

Awakening: Thanks. I want to show the current me to Neros soon. Fully Awakened: I’m going to work hard. I don't want to come back to those hellish days anymore.

MORTKRANKEN

Yuri

Awakening: This feeling! It stimulates my brain cells! Fully Awakened: I will pioneer the advanced road of genomic analysis for anomalies and establish myself as the best doctor in the world!

Jiro

Awakening: Thank you very much. I feel slightly better. Fully Awakened: I won't let you die. The reason I'm helping you? I don't really understand it myself either.

[angelic-ria]

Hi there dearie!!(⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

Megumi X reader argument angst to fluff, mhm my favourite, heheheh if you're comfy writing arguments that is, if not feel free to skip this one mwah

Gonna be honest its a GN reader, but i think somewhere in there i accidently kept on writing she/her pronounces. if there is any tell me please.

To begin, You actually forgot what the conversation was even about. Megumi and you had now found ourselves in a heated argument over something seemingly small but you actually forgot what it was about. But all you knew was the tension in the room was tense, as you both stood your ground, refusing to back down. Megumi's eyes narrowed, his eyes almost darkening with intensity as he stared down at you. Something very opposite with the patient yet firm gaze he usually gives you.

"You're being completely irrational about this!" Megumi exclaimed, his voice cold and sharp. He took a step closer to you, his tall, slim frame towering over your’s. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, as if he was barely restraining himself from lashing out physically. But the truth was he wouldn't actually hit you, he was doing it to remind himself that this was reality. "This isn't even worth arguing about, but you're making it into such a big deal!" He continues.

You, unfazed by Megumi's intimidating presence, stood your ground and retorted, "Oh, so now I'm being irrational? You're the one who started this whole thing by insisting that your way is the only right way! And don't you dare try to dismiss my feelings!”

You continued, voice rising in frustration and anger. You took a step closer to Megumi, closing the distance between them. Your eyes with determination as you looked up at him, refusing to be cowed by his imposing demeanor.

"My feelings are just as valid as yours, but you keep brushing them off like they don't matter! We're supposed to be partners, but you're acting like you're the only one who knows what's best. I know what I'm talking about!" You retort sick of him trying to order you whether your decisions were right or wrong.

"Fine, you want to play it that way? Let's hear your brilliant idea then. I'm sure it's so much better than what I've been suggesting," *he said sarcastically as his eyes won't leave your figure.

Megumi's eyes narrowed further, a mix of frustration and curiosity flickering across his face. He uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on his hips, his fingers tapping against the fabric of his dark blue jacket. The sound echoed in the tense silence of the room, emphasizing the weight of the moment.

He studied your face intently, as if trying to decipher your thoughts and intentions. The air between them crackled with unspoken challenges and hidden desires. Megumi's gaze lingered on your lips for a split second before he caught himself and looked away, clearing his throat.

"Well? I'm waiting," he said, his voice low and controlled. Despite his best efforts to maintain a neutral expression, a hint of vulnerability crept into his eyes. He found himself genuinely feeling a bit of guilt, so he sort of wanted to hear your perspective, even as he tried to conceal it behind his usual stern facade. The room felt smaller, the walls seeming to close in on them as they stood locked in their heated exchange. 

You decide to fuck it as you turned to leave, Megumi's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected you to simply walk away from your argument. His instincts kicked in, and he found himself reaching out to grab your arm before you could get too far.

"Hey, wait a minute," he called out, his voice a blend of frustration and concern. His fingers tightened around your arm. 

Megumi's hand fell to his side as you slapped his hand away, the sting of the slap lingering on his skin. He watched as you stormed out of the room, your footsteps echoing down the hallway. A mix of emotions swirled within him - frustration, confusion, and a hint of guilt.

He stood there for a moment, rooted to the spot, unsure of whether to chase you or give you space, what he did know was his mind raced with thoughts of their heated exchange, replaying the argument in his head. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret for how he had handled the situation.

With a heavy sigh, Megumi ran a hand through his spiky hair, disheveling it further. He knew that he had a tendency to come across as cold and dismissive, but he had never intended to hurt his partner's feelings. He really did value you. 

Three hours passed, and Megumi found himself pacing the room, his phone clutched tightly in one hand. He had sent multiple texts and calls to you, all unanswered. The guilt that had been gnawing at him grew stronger, and he realized that he needed to make things right. 

Finally, he made a decision. He wouldn't wait for you to respond; he would go to you. He didn't know where you had gone, but he was determined to track you  down.

Megumi spotted you sitting on the swings in the park, the park where you usually had your dates, as you ranted and he listened. You're  back to him as you gently push yourself back and forth. He approached cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. As he got closer, he could see the tension in your shoulders.

He took a deep breath and called out to her softly, "Name? Can we talk?"

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice, your eyes widening in surprise and you turned to face him. You didn't say anything, but your gaze spoke volumes.

Megumi took a few steps closer, and he kept his voice low and gentle, not wanting to startle you. "I know I messed up. I should never have dismissed your feelings like that. I was wrong, and I'm truly sorry."

You remained silent, your arms crossed tightly over your  chest as you stared at Megumi. The hurt and anger in your eyes cut through him like a knife, making him feel even more guilty for his actions. He took another step closer.

"I know that my apology doesn't erase what happened, but I want you to know that I hear you. Your feelings and your ideas matter to me, and I promise to do better in the future," he said, his voice wavering slightly with emotion. "I never meant to make you feel unimportant or unvalued. That's the last thing I want."

Megumi's heart raced as he waited for your  response. He knew that he had hurt you , and the thought made his stomach churn with regret. He wanted nothing more than to take back his harsh words and actions, to show you  how much you truly meant to him.

“Okay.” You admit, you're not that mad at him, but at the same time you don't have the heart to forgive him so fast. 

Megumi's shoulders sagged with relief as you finally spoke, even if your  response was muted. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He knew that your  forgiveness would take time, and he was prepared to put in the effort to earn it back.

He nodded slowly, a small, grateful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Okay," he echoed, his voice soft and sincere. "Thank you for giving me another chance.”

Megumi gestured towards the swing next to you , asking for permission to sit down. When you  nodded, he carefully lowered himself onto the seat, maintaining a respectful distance between them.

They sat in silence for a while, the gentle creaking of the swings and the rustling of leaves in the breeze filling the space between them. Megumi could feel the tension slowly dissipating, replaced by a sense of cautious optimism.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice gentle and thoughtful. "I want you to know that I really do value your input and your ideas. I know I didn't show it well, but I truly believe that you matter the most to me.”

Megumi's breath hitched as he you interwine your pinky gently with his. The simple, intimate gesture sent a wave of warmth through his body, and he couldn't help but smile softly. He gave your finger a gentle squeeze, savoring the connection between them.

As they swung side by side, Megumi found himself relaxing, the tension from earlier slowly melting away. The gentle swaying motion and the peaceful surroundings helped to soothe his nerves, allowing him to focus on the present moment and the person beside him.

He glanced over at you, taking in the way the soft sunlight illuminated your features. In that instant, he felt a surge of so much love. Despite their differences and the occasional conflict, he knew that you were someone he could count on, You to him.

[twstgarden]

❀ ❝ 𝟭𝟮 𝗽𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀 ❞

━ idia shroud x gn! persephone! reader ━ idia wonders how he got lucky with you, and everyday, he wonders if you really are there by his side and not just a figment of his imagination. (f/n means first name)(reader can be yuu or an oc)

requested by: @glass-anna11 request type: scenario requester’s message: “Hello! May I please request for fluff relationship with Idia and a Persephone-like S/O please?" florist’s note: hello, dearie! of course, i love idia, not sure if this is fluffy though. apologies~

this work does not contain spoilers for chapter 6, ignihyde’s arc.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

ko-fi here if you want to support me

idia was still not convinced that you were his. you were the epitome of perfect to him: kind, sweet, and drop-dead gorgeous. not to mention, you also can be wise and mature when you need to. the contrasts between your personality paired with the affection you gave him were enough to make him think he was dreaming.

'the gods must be playing a joke on me,' thought idia as he watched you hum a tune to yourself while making some flower crowns, seated on his carpeted floor surrounded by flowers you picked in heartslabyul's garden.

god forbid you'll ever get in trouble for that, but knowing you, you might've asked for permission before picking their flowers. his console rested on his hands while he was waiting for his game to load, his eyes stuck on your radiant beauty.

however, the sounds of his game's background music playing made him resume his concentration back on the screen, and he once again tried to distract himself. it took a few hours until he tore his gaze away from his game and noticed you were no longer in the same spot as you were before.

he wondered where you were, and as soon as he finished playing, he got out of his seat and looked around, "n/n...?"

did you leave? have you gotten bored of him? have you gotten tired of being the one to take initiative? did you find someone else that's better suited for you - someone that is not a gloomy, underworld keeper like him?

thoughts flooded his mind, and just as quickly as they came, they instantly disappeared the moment you entered the room with two cups of instant ramen in hand, pausing your tracks as you two stared at one another for a while before you smiled.

"i went to make some instant ramen while you played. i thought you might be hungry, so..." you trailed off whilst he stood there with eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost.

"...why are you so caring?" mumbled idia, making you tilt your head a little. "what do you mean?" you asked before placing the instant ramen cup on his desk while you ate yours.

"i mean, why are you so kind to me?" asked idia once more as you paused eating your ramen and set it down, realising he was still in disbelief that someone was actually taking care of him like this no matter how much it seemed like he was not returning the gesture.

you cupped his cheeks, still smiling sweetly at him, "because i love you, idia."

love.

you love him.

he stayed silent for a moment, his thoughts running wild again as he looked into your eyes, seeing nothing but genuine feelings. he eventually held your waist - in a rather awkward manner - as he smiled a little at you.

a soft sigh left his lips, growing nervous as he was about to take the next step. with one arm around your waist, he used his free hand to reach out at the drawer behind you, opening it and grabbing something that you did not see.

"hm? what is that?" you asked, curiosity brimming your mind as you eyed his enclosed hand. he took his arm off from your waist as he gulped, placing a hand under your chin to make you look at him as he presented the candies in his hand, "would... you like some?"

thinking it was just him being nervous about offering things to you, you shrugged and smiled at him, grabbing the 12 candies in his hand as he eyed you for a bit while you spoke, "sure, thanks!"

you then looked at the candies. it was red in colour and round, just like the other hard candies that idia casually eats when he is bored. not caring about what flavour it might be, you unwrapped the treat and popped it in your mouth.

"hm... tastes... like pomegranate...?" you mumbled, making idia nervous as he spoke, "are you not fond of it?" you smiled and replied, "no, i did not mean it like that. it tastes great!"

idia sighed in relief as he smiled at you, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you once more as he said, "that's a relief... they're local candies from my hometown." you hummed in response as you continued tasting the pomegranate candies, "from the island of woe? huh, they taste great."

"yes..." trailed idia as he thought to himself, '...so they are unaware of the island of woe's tradition relating to pomegranates... how do i tell them that offering pomegranates to someone is equivalent to a declaration of love without sounding so awkward?!'

© twstgarden 2024 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[crystalprepshadowblogs]

Shadowblog 62 - Here We Go Again....

Discord: And my job here is done! Have fun for the next three days, girls! 

Sour Sweet: Discord! Don't you dare vanish before turning Twilight back to her-

Sugarcoat: And he's gone. 

Lemon Zest: So what do we do with baby Twilight? 

Sunny Flare: Why, isn't it obvious? We have to babysit her, of course. It's only for 3 days, I'm sure we can manage. 

Indigo Zap: Yeah. We survived Sour Sweet the last time she was turned into a baby. So I'm 101% sure we got this!

Sour Sweet: Great! That's the spirit! You're great at motivating people, Indigo. It's no wonder you're the team captain of every sports team during our CPA days~<3

Indigo Zap: Thanks. I'm awesome. 

Sour Sweet: With that said…you'll be taking Day 1! (shoves Baby Twilight into Indigo’s arms)

Indigo Zap: Wait, what? Why?! 

Sugarcoat: Because you aren't smart enough to keep your mouth shut. 

Lemon Zest: Good luck, my dude. You'll need it and remember not to set her on fire.

Indigo Zap: I can't believe this…my own girlfriend!!!! 

Sunny Flare: Don't be so dramatic, dearie. She was just rooting for you. 

Sour Sweet: So are we~<3

Sour Sweet: (Sourly) But if you mention anything about last time again, you're dead, got it?! 

Indigo Zap: (nervous) Y-yes, ma’am. 

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What's up Shadowbloggers! Mod here! How are ya'll doing? I am SO back! I hope you guys enjoyed this little update (despite the fandom has long passed its golden era, but you know...I still miss it). I have a few more posts after this one that follows the shenanigans of the the Shadowbolts babysitting and I can't wait to share them with you guys!

Honestly, I never thought I'd be posting here again due to how life has been kicking me in the butt. It is what it is I suppose. Thanks to the continued support of everyone here, I found the motivation to continue posting here again (the thing I look most forward to actually) as well as working on some original projects myself!

Now, I don't want to make this part of the post too long so I'm just gonna end it by saying this: feel free to drop some questions for the Shadowbolts and I'll see to it that they answer them (tho not all of course)!

Stay awesome!

~Mod

[multistanisms]

Save a Horse || Ateez

FANDOM: Ateez

PAIRING: Hongjoong x fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5407

RATING: M

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Biting, degradation [honestly, I'm not sure, so if anyone finds one, please let me know?]

SUMMARY: The staff of KQ know full well about the nonhumans who have taken the world by storm with their music. The last to reveal their nature is Hongjoong, a demon-siren hybrid. Despite staff worrying for his girlfriend, what only the members know is that the little witch is a delight that's not afraid of Hongjoong's darkness.

TAGLIST: @daceydeath, @justaaveragereader, @no1likemybbgcharlie, @spookidema

AUTHOR NOTES: Y'all please be nice, I haven't written smut in literal years. I saw the outfit Joong wears in this fic when I got to see Ateez back in July, and it has just sat and rotted my brain to mush, so here we are. Not beta'd this time around, but I did reread three times to try and catch everything. Much thanks to Dacey and Syd especially, because sometimes my depresso bean self needs some encouragement to share my weird joys. Enjoy, my dearies. <3

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One of the perks of your audio production degree was a free seat at the mixing booth during shows when you don't want to stay at the hotel waiting on Hongjoong to get back. Tonight was one such night, but the staff kept looking at you in a way that confused you. While the other members had been open with the company about their races from debut - from Seonghwa’s selkie blood to San’s Cheshire form, Hongjoong had only recently revealed to staff that despite masquerading as a regular human, his heritage ran closer to the other members of Ateez - as he was a demon/siren hybrid. Perhaps they were concerned for you, though they were unaware you yourself were a witch. Sitting at the booth as you watched the crowd pour in from the rain outside, you pulled your phone out to text your boyfriend. 

⇐: Hey gorgeous. How's it going?

My Captain: There's my beautiful girl. We were just talking about you.

⇐: Who's we, Joong?

My Captain: Hwa, Mingi and I. I was asking for opinions on what I should wear during the last set.

⇐: And you didn't ask me? 

My Captain: I want it to be a surprise, precious. It is our anniversary, after all.

The text stops you and you have to swipe down to check the date. Sure enough, it's the one year date since Hongjoong asked you to officially be his mate. Neither of you counted the two years of fuck buddy/situationship before that.

⇐: It really doesn't feel like it's already been a year already, holy shit. I didn't get you anything, baby. 😭

My Captain: Don't worry, after the flight to the next city, we have two days before we even have to do anything big. I'm sure we'll think of something.

⇐: How about we start with me making dinner?

My Captain: The show lets out late, beautiful. We have to do the send off tonight, which takes longer. But don't worry, I've got it handled.

⇐: Should I be concerned?

My Captain: Hardly. Just have fun. I'll listen for your screams in the crowd. 😉

⇐: Like you'll hear me with the sold out stadium of Atiny, baby. The seats are already almost full.

My Captain: Come now, you think I can't find your voice even with a full house? I know it so well, after all.

The blush that heated from your neck up into your face made you lower your head. You waved a hand dismissively when one of the nearby staff asked if you were okay, diverting by asking for some water. Once the member had wandered off, you took a breath to settle yourself before responding.

⇐: You have a show, Hongjoong. Focus on that instead of my screaming, yeah?

My Captain: Oh, I know there’s a show. Don’t worry, I’ll get the screams later. 😚

Your eyes roll at his antics, slipping your phone back into your jacket pocket and settling into the rolling chair as you move to watch the stage and willing the blush on her face to fade. The show is always a work of art, the energy Hongjoong and his team gave never failing to amaze you; though with none of them being human, it makes sense their energy is slow to fade. You loved watching the group perform, but sometimes it was hard not to focus on just Hongjoong. You enjoyed the concert in its entirety, but as the boys came back for the final encore set, you couldn't help the sharp intake of breath as you saw the outfit your boyfriend was wearing. Dark blue jeans clad his legs, covering the black boots he wore. His shirt was a black button up that hugged against his body, perfectly showing off his torso while simultaneously still leaving room for the imagination - though you didn't need to use it. The bolo tie was a good accent of silver against the shirt, but the obvious piece de resistance was the dark colored leather cowboy hat he wore atop his head. The sight alone stole your breath, unable to even glance at any of the other members for the duration of the encore. “You fucking menace.” Your tone is a quiet, breathy growl as the boys all line up on the lift to be dropped down and you move to stand, bidding the staff goodnight and making your way to the dressing rooms. 

Hongjoong is still wearing the hat as he laughs with Wooyoung and Mingi, but the moment he lays his eyes on you and all out smirks, you know he chose the outfit on purpose. He steps to one side so he can pull you to him, dipping his head to kiss you while his hands slid to rest at the small of your back. He's extra warm from performing, but you settle into him with ease. “There's my girl.” he teased when he pulled away, smiling down at you.

“What are you trying to do in this, huh? Drive me absolutely insane?”

“Partly. I do have a few better ideas, though.” He grinned, one hand moving to tuck his fingers under your chin and bring your lips back to his. “But those have to wait until we're back at the hotel.” He laughs quietly when your response is a quiet whine as you pout. “Don't worry, baby. All that's left is send off, you don't have to wait much longer.”

“But you look so good.” you counter, arms moving from his waist to snake at his neck and let your fingers play with the hair at the back of his head. 

“I know, Y/N. Tell you what. You take my card, get us something for dinner and I'll meet you at the hotel, okay? I'll come straight to you as soon as we're done.”

“Promise?”

“Swear it.” Hongjoong replies, stealing another kiss. 

“Fine.” You reluctantly pull away, immediately missing his warmth as he enters the dressing room. As the door closes, you catch the familiar sound of San’s naturally pouty voice as he teased his leader. You laugh a little, aware of the muffled noises inside as you lean against the wall by the door to wait. The chatter inside bursts louder as Hongjoong reappears, hat no longer resting atop his head. “Awh, where'd my cowboy go?” You tease as your lips pout playfully, which grants you another kiss. 

“Don't worry, baby girl, I'm still your cowboy,” he assures, hand slipping his card into the back pocket of your jeans. “And only your cowboy.” He laughs as you hide your face in your hands at the growl in his voice, his own coming to wrap at your wrists and gently urge them away from their position as he changes to a softer, playful tone. “Come now, don't hide from me, Y/N. You know I love it when you blush for me.” 

“Oh hush, you. You shouldn’t be fucking growling at me in public when you look like this.” You huff playfully, but you're powerless to the soft tone he uses, looking up at him just so you can see him smile at you as if you'd hung the moon itself. “Just come home quick, yeah?”

“As soon as I can slip away, I will be there.” 

You go to step back so you can leave, but as he opens the door to leave you, you reach for his wrist, tugging him back to you to steal one last kiss, smirking as you nip your teeth over his lower lip and he groans loudly. His eyes flash crimson, and you know you’ve tempted him in return. Satisfied you've returned the favor when he's already tempted you, you ruffle your fingers through his hair and quickly step out of reach. “I love you.” You laugh as you slip out of view. You can just barely catch the familiar ring of his darker laughter, knowing that you were in for at least a little bit of trouble when he got back to the hotel. It was worth it, though, seeing as he'd sauntered around on stage in the outfit just to rile you up. 

All’s fair in love and war, right? 

You pass through familiar faces of staff, congratulating them as you find your way out to the underground garage where your rental is parked near the bus. Traffic is still going to be a mess, but not as insane with the show having a send off, so you have time to think of what to get for dinner. You settle on fried chicken, looking up the nearest place that serves it because you don't think you have time to finish cooking before your boyfriend joins you. Once you find a place, you order food for the two of you and head towards the restaurant. As you pull into the shopping center and get out, you spot another shop nearby that catches your eye, and you go there first before grabbing dinner and stopping to get some ice cream for dessert. The drive from the shopping center to the hotel isn't long, thankfully, and you find yourself sliding the key card through the door in no time at all compared to leaving the arena. The company always makes sure there's decent accommodations for everyone, and you set the bag of food in the kitchenette counter so you can put the ice cream away. You then go to change into more comfortable clothes - a pair of pajama pants and a tank top you'd stolen from Hongjoong (who had purposely gotten it too big so you would steal it). You turned your little speaker on to play music, going about moving the desk chairs closer together and setting out the boxes of food. You're singing as you go about the process, lost in the sheer domestication, and don't register the sound of the door unlocking. Hongjoong’s voice harmonizing with your own as his arms wrap around you from behind startles you from your mind and you laugh a little. “Hey there, gorgeous.” You greet, adjusting so you can tilt your head back and let him kiss you. “How was send off?”

“It was fun, but honestly, I was also a little out of it.” Hongjoong admitted. “I’m pretty sure I missed interacting with a few fans.”

“I'm sure they'll forgive you.” You playfully banter back. “You deserved to be distracted after what you did to me.”

“Oh, I plan on doing a lot more than distracting you, princess.” Hongjoong's voice pitches into a growl, head dipping to bite at where your pulse beats just under your jaw. He holds you securely even as your legs threaten to give out. 

“Fuck, Joong.” You breathe, one hand moving to slide into his hair. You can feel the laugh even as he continues to bite and suck at your skin, intent on making sure a possessive mark is left behind when he's done. 

“I know all your sweet spots after three years, baby. You should have known I'd use them after that tease.” The smirk in his voice is evident as one hand snakes lower so he can slip it beneath the fabric of your pajama pants, but stops just beneath the hem to simply brush his fingers over your hip gently.

“Kim Hongjoong, we've been over this. It isn't a tease if you have every intention of following through.” Your words are breathless even as you correct him, barely keeping yourself up because true to his word, Hongjoong knows every spot that drives you wild. “And if you thought for a moment I wouldn't follow through when you look this delicious, well, that's just sad.” You're very aware of the heat pooling in your body, turning into putty with every touch and kiss Hongjoong places on your body. 

“Did you think I wouldn't follow through?” He smirks, stepping away to pull you towards the bed. “Did it not occur to you that I picked this exact outfit specifically for you?”

“Oh yeah, just for me? Why, so I could jump your bones, handsome?” You tease back, your voice shaky from desire as he brings you to the bed. 

“Maybe. Would that make it better, princess?” Hongjoong cooed, moving to make you sit on the foot of the bed so he can settle on his knees between your legs. Dark eyes looked up at you, the sheer lustful adoration in them making you bite your lip and moan. 

“How are you so fucking gorgeous on your knees? It's not fair.” You pout, moving to tilt the hat back so you can see his face better. He smirks up at you, reaching up to remove the hat and set it aside, hands moving to the waistband of your pants to tug them down, his eyes watching you as you adjust to help him remove the fabric easier. When his eyes lower, he groans, eyes closing briefly. 

“What are these?” He coos breathily, fingers trailing up your thighs to tease over the navy colored lace of the underwear you have on. 

“I figured since I didn't have a gift, I could find something else to give you.” Your voice is smug even as he brushes his thumb over the fabric covering your core, biting your lip. “Happened to find a shop that was still open and I know how much you like me in lace.”

“I do love you in lace, baby, but you've never made a special trip like this just for me.”

You pout at his response despite the desire burning through your veins. “Do you not-”

“I love it, princess, please don't doubt that. You're fucking spoiling me with this. I couldn't ask for a more perfect anniversary gift. I simply can't decide if I want to ruin these panties while you're wearing them or take them off and just devour you.” One hand is pressed at the crotch of his jeans where his length is already visible through the denim, and you almost feel sorry for his indecision. Almost. 

He started it by wearing the damn cowboy outfit he's in, after all.

“Would seeing the set help you decide?” you ask, and the feral heat in his eyes as they swirl crimson in desire when he looks up at you makes you giggle, crossing your arms over your body to grab the hem of the shirt and pull it off, revealing the matching lace bra underneath the tank top. There's a pride that swells when he moans loudly at the sight of you in nothing but the lingerie set. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he lurches up at you, sealing his lips over yours as his hands move to cup at your chest, massaging your breasts as he moans into your mouth. You can't help but laugh out a soft moan as he trails his lips further down your neck, leaving open mouth kisses and a faint touch of saliva on your skin. “So beautiful, so soft…can't believe you're really mine.”

One hand moves to play in his hair, gripping at the brown tresses gently. “I'm only yours, Joong, my delicious cowboy. You claimed me a long time ago.” You shiver as his laugh vibrates through you, his hands moving to unclasp the bra before nudging at you to lay down so he can hover over you, your arms above your head as you look at each other longingly. “Our food will get cold, baby.”

“There's only one thing I'm hungry for right now.” Hongjoong breathes, holding himself up with one hand as he dips his head, taking one nipple in his mouth while his fingers scratch gently and pinch at the other. The ministration makes your back arch, one hand returning to his hair to tug at the strands. It earns you a pretty little moan, Hongjoong switching his mouth to the opposite nipple. Teeth graze over the sensitive bud and you gasp, hips bucking up suddenly and letting you feel just how hard your boyfriend already is for you. Hongjoong laughs, pulling away to kiss you. “I love how responsive you are to my mouth, princess.”

“I'm responsive to you, Hongjoong, not just your mouth.” You manage to breathe back, tongue wetting your lips when he pulls away. 

“Well, I plan on using my mouth thoroughly first.” Hongjoong grins down at you, starting to trail bites and kisses down your body. When he gets low enough, his teeth clasp onto the fabric of the panties and tug. Unable to help yourself you prop up on your elbows to watch him, hips lifting just enough to aid his task. His eyes stay locked on you as he works the fabric down. Once it's low enough, he uses his hands to finish removing it, kissing up the inside of your thigh. “Mhmm, how many times should I drive you over that edge, hmm? My precious girl.”

You can't help but reach out to card your hand through his hair again, licking your lips. “As long as I get a chance to reciprocate in between. It's not just about me, baby.” 

“I could get off just listening to your noises, Y/N. You know that.”

“Mm, but I like getting you off in other ways.” You fire back. “My cowboy needs some physical touch, too.” You're more than aware of the shiver than runs through his body, picking up the hat to put it back on his head. “Let me ride you like a good girl, yeah? What is it they say? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” The words seem to break his will to debate, arms wrapping around your thighs and tugging you towards his face.

“Let me taste you first. I want you to fall apart on my tongue before you go on your ride. Be a good girl and speak up for me.” He doesn't give you a chance to respond, mouth enveloping your folds and swirling his tongue around your clit. Having him between your legs like this is nothing new, he loves getting to please you in this way, but the hat sits just so that he can look up at you and yet you couldn't see him, which somehow added to your arousal. One hand moves up to lace his fingers through yours, squeezing your hand as he moans. The sound vibrates into your body, making you wetter as your eyes close and you moan in return.

“Fuck, Joong, baby,” you know you can't last long after the build up, and it doesn't bother Hongjoong at all, he sucks harder at your clit, sliding two fingers between your folds as he continues. The sensations are too much and not enough, your body unable to decide if it wants to pull away or press closer. Hongjoong obviously senses it, adjusting so he's hovering better over your core, slowly adding a third finger before scissoring them. Your back comes off the bed as you cry out, eyes closing as you grip at the sheets and your head slams back onto the bed. You're right on the edge, feeling your body quake from how tight the coil of your pleasure is. “Joong, mm, Hongjoong, fuck, don't stop, please baby, don't stop.” It’s obvious he has every intention of having you hit that first orgasm quickly, his mouth sucking harder as his hand speeds up at your pleas. It doesn't take much longer before your legs fight against his hold, your release spilling on his fingers and tongue while you half scream his name. He doesn't stop though, making sure you ride out the high as he takes every bit you give him, moaning like he's just had his favorite meal. When you whine, he pulls away, knowing it means you've become too sensitive.

“Did your cowboy do good?”

“So good.” You pant, watching him with half-lidded eyes. “But it's my turn now, Joong.” He smirks up at you, moving onto the bed so he can kiss you deeply, swiping his tongue over your lower lip to ask for entrance. You open your mouth eagerly, letting him make you taste yourself as you moan into the kiss, pulling at his shirt to hold him close. His hands lift to start unbuttoning his shirt but you smack at his hand. “No.” you whine. “Let me taste you while you're still like this, please? You can take it off when you fuck me, I just want to see you fall apart like this.” You beg, fingers already working open his jeans as you start to slide off the bed and try to tug him over. His hands catch your wrists, however, a stern command escaping his lips as your knees touch the floor. 

“No, baby girl, get up from there.”

“But-”

“Y/N, I didn’t say no. I just don’t want you on the hotel floor like a common whore.”

“But I’m your whore, Captain.” you counter, grinning when the name makes his gaze darken. “I don’t mind being on my knees for you like a good girl.”

“Princess, we’ve already been over this.” His grip at your wrists tightens and he tugs you up to standing, getting off the bed himself to look down at you from your height difference. He leans in, swiping his tongue up your neck and grazing his teeth over your pulse before growling quietly in your ear, the sound alone making you shiver. “You may be my whore, but you will not sully yourself on the floor of hotel rooms. So if you’re so intent on sliding my cock down that pretty little throat of yours,” he pauses to dip his head to the other side, biting hard at where your neck and shoulder meet, smirking at the moan you make and the way your body quivers before he lifts his lips to your ear again. “Get your ass back on the bed like a good girl.” 

The obedience is immediate, you crawling onto the bed the moment he releases the hold on your wrists, tongue wetting your lips as you wait patiently for him to join you. You sit back with your legs tucked underneath, hands clenching as you lower your gaze for a moment. When he moves to join you on the bed, he slides his jeans down just enough to reveal the boxers underneath, leaving the clothing on per your request as he settles on the bed and leans back against the headboard. You can feel his gaze on you, a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he hums appreciatively at your nude form before opening his arms. 

“Come here, darling girl. Let me kiss you.”

You move closer to him, scooting up the bed and letting him guide you between his legs so he can lean into him, sealing your lips together. You moan as his fingers wind their way into your hair, his nails becoming claws to faintly scratch over your scalp. This kiss is heated, Hongjoong dominating the contact with ease as he holds you to him. Your hands move lower, fingers brushing over the outline of his cock through the boxers he wears. “Please, Joong,” you beg between kisses, voice little more than a whine. “My Captain, my soulmate, please.”

Hongjoong hums, the sound vibrating in his chest as he swipes his tongue over your lips again. “What is it, my precious? What do you want from Captain, hmm?” He’s mocking you, and you know it, but it’s so undeniably sexy because he saves the sexual torment specifically for you. “Use your words, be a good girl for me, yeah?”

One hand moves shamelessly over his erection, whining helplessly as you press just faintly against the bulge. “Let me taste you, please. I need it.”

“Mm, look at you, begging so pretty for me.” he smirks as he drags your bottom lip between his teeth, and you’re very aware of the way he’s completely dropped his human facade, fangs catching your skin as he tugs your lip teasingly. “So good and obedient. I haven’t even given you my cock but you’re already drunk on it.”

“Drunk on you, Hongjoong.” you weakly correct, whimpering as one hand reaches up to wrap around your throat for a moment. 

“Yeah, it’s just my presence making you so wet and needy?” he tilts his head, crimson eyes glowing and he smirks at you, and you’re very aware of the way you can feel the emotions between each other.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand covering the one he has at your throat. “Please, Joong. Please let me have you in my mouth. I can be such a good girl, please.”

“Oh, I know you can be. You’re always so good, even when you’re getting punished.” Hongjoong growls, leaning to kiss you roughly. “Have your fill, my princess. I’ll let you enjoy my cock.”

You almost collapse into his lap, thanking him wildly as your hands move to slide the boxers down and let his shaft free. There’s already precum glistening on the tip and you lean to swipe your tongue over it, proud when you hear Hongjoong moan and his length twitches under your touch. You start slowly, lowering your mouth over him through a few breaths through your nose, waiting until his shaft grazes the back of your throat before moaning. Hongjoong has one hand gripping the sheets, claws tugging at the fabric as the other moves to pull your hair from your face. 

“Look at you, knowing how to use your mouth like a good little slut.” Hongjoong both praises and degrades, fully aware of the way you squirm at the words. “You like making me writhe for you, don’t you? Like watching me while you fuck me with your mouth?” The hand in the sheets moves as the other tugs at your hair, pulling you from his length enough to brush his fingers over your lips while one of your hands wraps around him to stroke him while he holds you away from the length. “I showed you how good it feels, and now you love to do it, huh?” He watches as you nod. 

“I like seeing how good it makes you feel,” your voice is rough, but you hold his eyes, smirking at him. “I love the way you moan and hiss, the way you praise me for pleasing you right.”

“You do love to be praised, huh?” Hongjoong mocks, hips rocking up into your hand as he speaks. “You get so wet and needy when I tell you you’re doing a good job. My perfect mate, my good girl, always being so attentive to my reactions. I taught you so well, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Captain.” you reply.

“I should reward you, princess.”

You shake your head a little. “Not yet, please. Let me be a good girl and please you first.”

“You’re already being such a good girl, though, Y/N.” He teases, but when you once more shake your head, he smirks at you. “Ahhh, I know what it is you want. You want us even before I fill you with my cock, don’t you? You want me to cum all over your tits so I can clean up my mess, yeah?” When you moan with a near-frantic nod, legs squeezing together as you lick your lips, he hums thoughtfully.

“Yes,” you beg, eyes closing. “Yes, please, Hongjoong. My soul, my captain, my love.” Your hand still works over him, and you know he’s aware of the way he’s leaking precum, his eyes never leaving yours. He then nods, relaxing the hold on your hair so you can once more dive onto him, hollowing your cheeks every few bobs of your head to further spur him to his first end. You recognize the way his head tilts back, the way his legs fall open even more, how his hips roll erratically up into your mouth. Suddenly, his hand tightens and pulls you up, a string of saliva connecting your now swollen lips to his throbbing member. Your hand returns to stroking him, adjust so your chest hovers near his shaft. His free hand moves to join your own at his length, applying just a little more pressure as he watches you.

“Can’t wait to see you painted in my cum, to clean up your tits while you ride my cock.” he pants, body quaking as he gets closer. A few more pumps from your hands and his release hits him, coating your breasts in his seed as his head falls back and whacks the headboard, his eyes closed as he breathes. “Fuck, princess,” he huffs, opening his eyes to smirk down at you. “Such a good job. Couldn’t have asked for a better mate than my magic girl.”

You giggle breathlessly, moving to close his legs so you can tug at his pants, smirking up at him as he comes down from his high, watching you as he catches his breath. “I love when I get to see you like this.”

“Drained of every fluid and aching for more of you?” Hongjoong jokes, his eyes still glowing even in the light of the hotel room. 

You shake your head, letting the denim and the boxers fall to the side of the bed, scooting up to straddle him while your fingers begin unbuttoning the shirt. “Your true form, Hongjoong. The demon I fell in love with.”

“I fell in love with you first, you know.” Hongjoong sits up to help you slide the shirt off, hands then roaming over your body. “The first time you asked to see this form, I knew I was lost on you. You stole my heart when I didn’t even think I had one to steal.” he tilted his head to kiss at your shoulder and up to your neck, his claws teasing over your skin. “That’s why I can never get enough of you, my princess.”

“Is that why I have a mating scar and a ring?” you teased, sliding up to drag the pads of your fingers over his shaft, the contact easily stirring it back to life, hardening under your knowledgeable touch.

“You have both because you said yes,” Hongjoong countered with a moan as his arousal spiked again, biting at your pulse as your fingers caressed over his length. “You have them because I love you and my soul is yours. The sex is just a bonus.” You can’t help but laugh, adjusting so you can ease his semi-hard (and getting harder) length into your folds, both of you moaning as you became one. The moment he bottomed out, Hongjoong was pulling you into a deep kiss, hands on your hips as he devoured your mouth before dipping his head to swipe his tongue through the sticky mess still coating your breasts. “I could go so many rounds and not need a break. You feel and sound so good.”

“We still need sleep, my beloved demon.” you breathed, tilting your head to kiss at his neck. “We have a flight in the morning.”

“Then let’s make sure your ride lasts.” Hongjoong smirks as he looks at you, leaning to to swipe another bit of his own release from your chest. “Because I am so far from done with you.”

“All this from some lace lingerie? Maybe I should buy more.”

“You started this, my precious girl.”

You make a point to lift your hips and drop without warning, smirking as Hongjoong almost screams out a moan. “Don’t get it twisted, Hongjoong. You started this when you decided to flaunt around in a full cowboy outfit like I wasn’t going to devoid you over it.” 

He responds by picking his hat up from the bed where it had fallen, placing it on your head with a smirk. “I’ll wear it anytime you want me to, gorgeous.”

“What if I just want you in the hat, hmm?” you ask, laughing out a moan as he begins to guide you on him, the two of you falling into a rhythm as he watches you. 

“I’m your cowboy, remember?”

“Yeah? Let me save a few horses, huh?”

Hongjoong smirks, fangs showing as he tugs you against him into a kiss, which allows him to change the angle of his hips as he picks up the pace to hear you moan more. “You can ride me anytime, Y/N. Day or night.”

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Girl I think you should write some gut-wrenching angst pls and thank u 💞😁

SPOILERS FOR THE 4-6 EPS OF ARCANE 

...I'M SO UPSET. BRING ME BACK MY MAN. BRING BACK VIKTOR PLEASE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA or... a fanfic fueled by that^ Chroma!! I hope I did good cuz... I am being torn apart rn. LIFE IS PAIN. CW: established past relationship, implied break-up, uh oh... hopefully not too ooc.... wc: 760 .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

“Herald.” The title was heard in the quiet presence of the orb emanating a soft light towards the messenger, an inviting albeit intimidating presence. 

Viktor opened his eyes slowly, not recognising the voice immediately. “Another person was just lead here and needs your help.” He nodded, giving a sign to invite them in. 

There stood you, holding up an old woman, providing as much support as you could in this situation. You weren’t in great condition either but your aunt was more important to you. You had tears running down your cheeks, begging, praying for him to not leave her on the threshold. 

“I can’t pay you much but I’ll- I… I will work for you and worship the ground you walk on just- just make her better.” His feet touched the floor as he stopped levitating. Murmuring he professed. “Bring her something to sit on.” 

You were whistling mindlessly stirring the pot with vigour. Suddenly your vision went black.You smelled the familiar scent of the lab gloves he wore so often and exclaimed. ‘Viktor!!’ You turned around and looked into his eyes with the warmth inversely proportional to his hands. His lips somehow always found yours.

Viktor put his hand to your aunt’s forehead and worked on her for quite a while. Meanwhile the person who lead you to him showed you to the home you’d be staying at while ‘The Herald’ healed her. “How long will this take?” You wiped your tears with your sleeve. He thought about it for a moment. “Not too long… feel free to say as long as you need to. Our hospitality knows no bounds.” You nodded, tears still occasionally welling up in your eyes. 

“Viktor, you need to get back to bed.” You said sternly. “Yes, yes I will in a moment I just- I need to note this down and I’ll be right back.” You sighed, giving up. Another night of solitude was in front of you and you couldn’t even muster the courage to- he kissed your cheek, reassurance he said. A promise.

You heard your name being called. Joy overcame you when you saw your aunt walking spryly into the small hut. “Dearie, stop crying. I’m alright now.” She made you bend down to her level and gave you the warmest hug you’ve felt in years. Her face pulsating with opalescent webs. 

You looked at Vikt- the Herald. Your eyes meeting his multicoloured ones. They were so inviting- so welcoming you just wanted to stare at them for hours at a time like you used to do. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore.” His lips left your forehead, he was sure you were asleep. “What?” He said with a worried chuckle. 

“Can you read minds?” You asked him when you two were finally alone. He mused for a moment. “I can do more than that.” You laughed bitterly. You turned around to get back to your temporary abode as he suddenly reached out his hand to you. 

You began to tremble. Oh, how you missed him, the real him. The Viktor you fell in love all those years ago. “Stay- stay here, with-” me. “You?” You said with reproach. “I leave all those years ago and you still come back to me like a-” You stopped yourself as he cringed at your words. 

Silence fell.

“You don’t whistle anymore.” He noted. “It doesn’t feel safe…” 

“You were whistling that night, when Sky- I could hear you through the vents.” You were laying on his chest and listening to his heart speeding up with each word he was professing. “Do you think I’m to blame?” You asked after a moment. His heart sped up more.

You turned back and held his face in your palms. You got closer. “I’ve missed you.” 

He didn’t raise his voice, he never did. He looked defeated. When you were walking out the door he held his hand out. You stopped just for a second and before you could get away he grabbed both your shoulders and planted a gentle kiss on your lips- a… goodbye. 

You heard an explosion. “Shit.” You ran out of the hut, hearing behind you your aunt calling your name. You knew what happened. You could feel a part of your heart being torn out. 

There stood Jayce. His hammer in his hand as Viktor lay there, lifeless. A scream of anguish left your body, escaping right with your soul. You ran up to Viktor cupping his cheeks. “N-no.” Jayce stood, unmoving. 

“I… I just got you back.”

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Rubi and Hazel - Element Air

Once upon a time, a young Sylph fell in love with a fiery witch whom wandered into Sylvian Glade. They love bore fruit. Eons past, the twins' laughs and merry chatter stirr life into the Glade as they fly about, tending to the magical land.

Hazel's sweet voice shall be the first you hear upon your arrival to the mysterious beauty of the Glade.

"Welcome to the Sylvian Glade. My name? Hazel. Please mind where you step, as to not hurt the flowers."

Walk around, breathe in the pure air. Just don't scare the shy youth by the lake.

"Oh, uh... Hello...? Ah, p-pleasure to m-meet you. I am Rubi."

"Rubi, it is alright. They seem friendly. Why, would you please welcome our visitors with one of your dances?" "S-sure, sister."

Sit by the lake and enjoy the twins' warm welcome, as once you step out of the Glade, there is good chance you may never stumble into there again in this life.

Credits under the cut~

A huge thank you to @tikay21 for tagging me💜 This was so hard, I hardly have any fantasy stuff, as I only get it when I really really wanna use it.

That said, @lady-moriel was a lifesaver! I love your creations, now I had a chance to use them a bit! YAY! I also must thank @regina-raven, I don't know what I would have done without some of your creations! And honestly, it was hard to pick the clothes for Rubi. Rubi just looks gorgeous in ANYTHING. As for their wings, they're by @natalia-auditore, and dang did they suit those two! I am also super hyped that I FINALLY got to use @saruin's wonderful tats on Rubi, I knew I'd make good use of them! Of course I muuuuuust have at least one of my sims wearing something by my fav demon, @yin-shimo, and that would be Rubi's hair! Hazel's gorgeous hair is by @sunivaa! Rubi's hair decorations are by the wonderful @wotunciba (If I am wrong, feel free to whip me as punishment)! Oh, yush, Rubi's top is one of @smsims-evekleos' creations, damn me, I've been wanting to flaunt that one for EONS. The twins' makeup is a mix of PeachyFaerie, @pralinesims, @mmsims, @remussirion, @twisted-cat and, forgive me, but I don't remember whom the face paint is by, please don't bury me 7ft under. Both twins are wearing the same earrings by @simstrouble, with Hazel loving the manicure by Simstrouble as well.

As always, poke (or whip) me to have you tagged if I haven't!

As for the poses, as always I end up using and abusing @simmireen's poses, but this time I also used a few by @herecirmsims and I believe also some by @snarky-sims-creations and @simsxen. And yes, I'm addicted to collecting posepacks, I have way too many and they're still NOT nearly enough!

Thank you, ALL of you! As for my tags, hmmm... @shamirpatel, @jasesims, @sims4sanity, @sinstersims and @o0corruptedghoul0o! Ghoul, dearie, have fun with this one! The info on this challenge can be found Here, in @herzblau's page💜

[bones4thecats]

RoR/SnV ~ Nickname Headcanons (PT.1)

Type of Writing: Poll Result Characters: Hades, Apollo, Adamas, & Hermes Name: Nickname Headcanons (PT.1) Other Parts: (NONE YET)

A/N: This was a ton of fun to write, since I got to pick the characters and got to use the nicknames I can see them having their S/O get called by. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this continuity of pieces.

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💀 On god he loves giving you nicknames

💀 He uses the honoraries based on your occupation to what you like doing in your free time

💀 Hades also likes to use his nicknames when teasing you, rarely does he ever end up using your name unless he gets serious about stuff

💀 The main nicknames he uses for you are; My Dear, Darling, Love, My Queen/King, Sweet-Skull, and rarely does he use Sunshine

💀 He’ll only call you that when he’s either tired or sees you need a confidence booster

💀 But, when Hades gets serious, like when you're doubting yourself or you guys are attending a meeting, he calls you stuff like; Y/N, My Spouse, Queen Y/N, and like I said earlier, Sunshine (because your the light in the darkness that was his life)

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☀️ Apollo adores giving everyone he likes/knows nicknames

☀️ You are one of his favorite people in the whole world, of course he’s gonna give you a ton of nicknames

☀️ He loves nicknames that center around what you do, so like if you did art, he’d call you his little artist or something like that

☀️ Because he likes making songs for you, he calls you his Muse as you are his inspiration for every slow and romantic song he makes

☀️ Apollo also loves calling you things like; My Sunrise/Sunset, My Light, Light of my Life, Moon to my Sun, Sweetheart, Darling, and Beloved

☀️ When he gets serious, he calls you stuff like; Darling and Dear Y/N

☀️ He always makes sure the nicknames he uses are ones that your okay with, and because he gives you them, he wants you to call him some as well

☀️ Apollo doesn’t care about what nickname, but he prefers; My Sun God, Sun to my Moon, Love, and My Songbird

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🥀 Adamas isn’t one for nicknames, but hearing you call him things like; My King or Handsome, well, it makes him want to call you things back

🥀 He loves you, and he wants you to feel just as loved as you make him feel

🥀 So, while it took a while, Adamas eventually started calling you things like; My Dear, Love, Hot Stuff, Beautiful/Handsome #2, and Precious

🥀 Adamas also loves calling you anything related to how badass you are, or how you can stand his youngest brother, Zeus

🥀 So ‘My Composure’ is a common one

🥀 After he ‘died’ and eventually ‘came back to life’, he gained a new nickname from you, it being; My Cy-God, since he was part cyborg and part God still

🥀 Adamas, now Adamantine, likes calling you; My One and Only, Forever Lover, and Beauty to my Beast

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📨 Does this guy love nicknames? Is that even a question? Of course he does!

📨 Kinda like Apollo and Hades mixed, Hermes loves to give you nicknames and have nicknames given back to him, it lets him know you do love him back and it’s not just one-sided

📨 He adores calling you stuff like; Babe, Angel, Dearie, My Life, My One and Only, My Spouse, and Dove

📨 The three that he uses the most are; My Inspiration, My Ballad, and My Dearest Y/N

📨 Hermes likes it when you call him names like; My Messenger, Dear, Handsome, Lover, and Mister Adonis

📨 But, when he feels goofy, he calls you things like; Monkey and My Moonlight

📨 He also enjoys it when you tease him with the nicknames; My Heart, Good-Looking, and Chuckles

[risingsoleil]

Missing Tenzin AU - Part 2

Continued from this post:

Tenzin was "kidnapped" by dark spirits.

Lin is so pissed off. This airhead just has to get kidnapped by the very things that 1) she doesn't understand, and 2) doesn't WANT to understand.

This has always been his realm of expertise. What the hell is an earthbending cop gonna do?

Pema has no idea what to do either. "Are you going after him?"

"He's so fucking stupid! I shouldn't go after him! You should go after him. But you don't know what the hell you're doing, so of course I'm gonna go after him!"

If saving her infuriating, but lovable ex isn't salt in the wound. His perky wife declaring "I'm going too!" is enough for Lin to commit murder.

Lin decides best place to go to the spirit world to somehow get Tenzin is probably The Swamp.

On the airship ride over, Lin storms to Pema and the acolyte tries not to back down.

"Rule number one," Lin begins, "I don't fucking like you. Dont' talk to me, unless necessary."

Pema glares at her. "I don't like you either."

"Glad we're on the same page. Rule number 2, don't ask me questions. And rule number 3, do what you're told. I don't care if you don't like it, you do it. Got it?"

Pema scoffs. "How do i know you're not trying to get rid of me?"

"Please. I hate you, but I'm not a murderer. I have dignity."

"If you're doing this to get Tenzin back..." Pema swallows. "It won't work."

Lin wraps cables around Pema and yanks her so that the acolyte is inches away from her face. She can feel the thundering heartbeat in Pema's heart and Lin tightens the cables slightly.

"Let's get one thing straight, missy," Lin snarls, "I don't need you for this mission. You need me. You think my life revolves him? I'm a fucking cop. This is my job. Stay straight or I'll do it for you."

Pema nods once and Lin releases her.

Cue more annoying adventures between Lin and Pema as they make their way through Foggy Swamp lol some of it is hilarious, some of it infuriating.

Finally, they find Tenzin in some kind of temple. And the moment their feet enter, they all become trapped.

Vines are wrapped Tenzin, almost suffocating and crushing him. Lin sprints over and uses her cables to slice them and free him.

Right before she reaches him, the vines release Tenzin completely and attack her instead.

Lin doesn't understand how, but her metal armor is taken apart and falls off. The vines wrap around her and hang her in the air.

"Tenzin! Get Pema out of here!"

Tenzin attempts to airbend and free Lin back. "No! We're all leaving together!"

"No you're not."

All three of them turn their heads to see an old woman. Pema's face pales. "You-you..."

"Hello Pema. You didn't have to come here yourself. I know how to handle my business, but you were so impatient, weren't you?" the woman asks amusedly.

Tenzin stands in front of Pema. "Who are you? How do you know each other?"

LIn rolls her eyes. "What the fuck? Am I in some adventure fantasy novel right now?"

The woman smirks. "I'll get straight to it, since Lin Beifong is my next victim. And she prefers to hear all the details."

"Thank you."

"I'm a bomoh."

Tenzin and Lin's hearts dropped in their stomachs.

"You...you do dark magic..."

She grinned and nodded. "Very good. You know what I'm capable of. This sweet young lady approached me with a problem she wanted solved..."

Pema wrapped her arms around her midsection.

Tenzin turned and looked at her. "You didn't..."

"Oh, she did, Master Tenzin," The bomoh confirmed, tongue licking her lips. "She said her soulmate was wasting his life with the wrong woman. So she asked for my help in getting rid of her."

Pema tried to hold Tenzin's hand but he slipped out of her touch.

"Honey, I..."

"H-how could you?" he whispered.

"I-I only meant for you to not be together!"

"But dearie over there got impatient. So she wedged herself between your relationship to speed things up. But that's not my work, now is it?" The bomoh pursed her lips together mockingly. "How else would I be able to trap the witty Lin Beifong? Why, use someone she loves, of course!"

Lin writhed in her bonds and gritted her teeth. "What did you offer her as payment, Pema?"

"I gave her a vial of blood! She asked for my flesh and blood, so that's what I gave her."

"A child..."

Pema looked to Tenzin. "What, sweetie?"

Tenzin's eyes welled up and hands balled up into fists. "You have to give her your child...potentially our child."

The color disappears from Pema's face and she looks to the bomoh for denial. "No, that can't be! He's wrong, right? I gave you my payment! I gave you my blood!"

Bomoh tilted her head. "You gave me a deposit. The agreement is bound by your blood. But not his."

"What?"

"Whoever fathers your child, it does not matter. But your firstborn shall be given to me as payment for Lin Beifong's death."

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Note: Bomoh is a Malay shaman. There are different names depending on which country you explore, but this is the one I could find some info on quickly.

Since Foggy Swamp is in the Earth Kingdom, I figured a dark figure in the region would be a great fit for this story.

I'm also familiar that dark magic in SEA is hella scary, and Lin knowing immediately what they're capable of shows their power.

[rumbelleshowdown]

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Author: Applejuice_and_pfeffernuisse

Group C: graveyard at midnight; baby!Gideon; sleeping fitfully

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Pumpkins and Elixirs

“This is the costume you chose for Gideon?” Rumple asked, trying to hide a chuckle as he took the babe from Belle as she tightened her old green traveling cloak around her shoulders. 

“He looks adorable! Emma had said it was customary for a baby’s first Halloween outfit to be a pumpkin.” Belle balked as she fastened the clasp around her neck.

“He’s adorable dear, but it’s a bit late to trick or treat isn’t it?” he glanced at his watch.

“Shouldn’t be too late for what I have planned.” Belle said mysteriously.

“Well, good, I suppose I’ll grab the carseat.” 

Belle stopped him, lifting her cloak, “I have the wrap, he might sleep a bit better with that.”

“Oh fantastic, let me grab my costume and I’ll be ready.” 

Rumple limped to their bedroom and opened their closet, happy to surprise Belle with his outfit. Something he hadn’t worn since their time at the Dark Castle. He snapped his fingers and he was dressed in his old tunic and leathers, his cloak around his shoulders. He frowned for a moment as he looked in the mirror, something was missing. He grabbed his old walking stick and came out to the living room where she was finishing getting Gideon in the wrap.

“How do I look?” He asked, swishing his cloak to the side.

She looked at him, her eyes widening, a soft gasp escaping her lips before she came closer smiling fondly, “Like my imp.”

Rumple wrapped his arms around her placing a kiss on her nose, “Now my dear, where are we going at this hour dressed in our old clothes?”

“It’s a surprise, but we’d better get going, we can walk, it won’t take us long to get there.” She helped him loop the diaper bag backpack over his shoulders, making sure the buckles were closed.

Rumple raised an eyebrow at his wife trying to think of all the places close enough to walk as they stepped out of the house and into the night.

Belle reached for her husband’s free hand as they walked along the dark street. Most trick or treaters were gone by now, unsurprising since it was almost midnight.

She was hoping that this would work, she felt the bulge in her pocket where the vials were that she’d placed before they left, the books she had read recommending the mixtures for the ritual that she had read about for this night.

“The graveyard?” Rumple’s voice sounded in confusion as they got closer to the hallowed ground.

“Most people call it a cemetery in this world, but yes.” Belle gave Rumple’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I know you’re all for holidays for Gideon, but this is a little much dearie.” Rumple’s brow furrowed as they walked onto the walking path that wound through the cemetery.

Belle smiled at the old name, “C’mon.”

Rumple felt his chest tighten slightly as they kept walking, he paused when he saw the bethel white stone that bore his son’s name feeling ice wash over him.

Belle noticed Rumple’s hesitation and she let him get his bearings for a moment before squeezing his hand again and leading him forward.

“I-I don’t think Gideon can get any candy here.” Rumple stuttered.

“We aren’t here for candy.” 

Rumple glanced at her, his brow furrowed, unsure of why they would be here.

“Belle I-” 

“Do you trust me?” Belle asked softly.

Rumple swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, “Then come with me.” She squeezed his hand and led him closer to Baelfire’s grave.

When they reached the shadow of his headstone Belle helped Rumple slip the backpack from his shoulders placing it on the ground, cradling Gideon’s head while she did so. 

She pulled one of the small vials out of her pocket unstoppering it, muttering to the night as she poured it on the ground around the headstone.

“Belle-?” Rumple didn’t know what to say, what to ask his wife as he watched her walking around the stone marker for his eldest son.

She reached into her pocket and pulled one of the other vials to pour something into the palm of her hand. The other dipped into the liquid and wiped a streak across his forehead, then her own, and then their infant sons.

Belle placed her hand on Rumple’s chest leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him, as she did a flash of light tunneled around them. 

He broke their kiss wrapping his arms around her, wanting to protect her and Gideon from whatever was happening, cradling her head and making sure the baby was between them. 

“Papa?” 

Belle watched as Rumple’s eyes widened at the voice, before he whirled around.

“Baelfire?” His voice rasped the name of his son that he loved more than words, and that he had lost.

Baelfire, Neal, smiled hesitantly, not sure what to make of the situation either. He had a glow around him, as if someone had traced his form with a sparkler.

“It worked.” Belle whispered.

They both turned to her, both faces flickering with worry, she smiled sheepishly as her gaze roved between the two of them.

“What have you done?” Rumple’s voice rose an octave in fear, thinking of all the repercussions for bringing back the dead, for stealing from Death, from any form of necromancy.

“Everything is alright, nothing bad is going to come from this, it’s Samhainn the division of the year between the dark half and the light, a celebration of the end of harvest, and at midnight at the start of Samhainn, the boundary between our world and the world of those who have died become weaker, and it lets spirits come and visit their families if the proper elements are in place. So, I wanted to see if it would work for you to see Baelfire, for all of us to visit one another.” As Belle explained quickly, she noticed both Rumple and Baelfire relax. 

Rumple turned to Baelfire rushing to him in two strides before he wrapped his arms tightly around his son. 

He felt Bae hesitate only a moment before he also wrapped his arms around his father, both of them squeezing tightly.

“My boy, my boy.” Rumple murmured, pressing kisses to Baelfire’s cheek, forehead, neck, anywhere he could. Baelfire’s form wasn’t completely solid, but it was closer than he was ever going to get again. 

Baelfire felt tears welling in his eyes as he let himself be a boy again, let his father drown him with love, wanting to hold on to this moment as long as he could. 

“It’s good to see you Bae.” His voice was thick with emotions, the tears welling in his eyes.

Belle smiled softly as the two men in her life greeted each other with such tenderness it made her heart ache. She grabbed the blanket from the backpack, shaking it out on the ground, before grabbing something else from the bag, before going over to Rumple and Baelfire.

Baelfire opened his arms to greet Belle with a hug, but Belle angled herself sideways before reaching up with one arm to hug him in return. 

Baelfire’s brow furrowed in confusion as Belle beamed and looked to Rumple, who laughed and then looked up at his eldest son, before reaching for Belle's cloak and moving it to the side.

“Baelfire, this is your little brother, Gideon.”

Baelfire’s eyes widened and the glowing outline around him crackled, “I have a brother?” He whispered softly.

“You have a brother.” Belle murmured, gently undoing the cloth, taking Gideon out of his wrap, “Would you like to hold him?” She asked, gingerly offering the baby over. 

Baelfire’s lips trembled as he nodded.

Belle smiled as she handed over Gideon to his older brother. His little face was scrunched, his brow was furrowed, but once Neal held him, Gideon’s eyes opened, he looked at the bright lights radiating around his older brother reaching for him with a sweet coo.

Rumple whimpered next to Belle as she wrapped him in her arms, “Let’s all sit down,” She gestured to the spread out blanket.

She helped Rumple lower himself to the ground as Baelfire gingerly sat with Gideon in his arms.

“Guess turning into a pumpkin at midnight was a real cautionary tale.” Baelfire chuckled, noting the little costume his baby brother was wearing.

“It’s a ritual of Samhainn to keep the fairies and evil spirits from taking you.” Belle murmured.

Baelfire laughed, “I wondered why you were wearing the clothes from the Dark Castle.”

Belle leaned against Rumplestiltskin as he and Baelfire talked, catching up, she added in some things here and there, but she wanted this time to be about them.

Baelfire shook his head in wonder, “This is so great, I’m so happy to see you both and be able to actually talk to you. How are you both doing? How’s Emma? How’s Henry?”

At that moment a low rumble began to sound through the night air, getting louder as it approached the cemetery.

Belle smiled softly, “You can find out for yourself.” 

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

The Littlest Lelouch

Characters: Clavis Lelouch, unnamed wife, OC (baby), brief cameos

Rating: pg13 (?)

Genre: Saccharine fluff, dash of angst, humor (sfw)

WC: 1,296

Warnings: Mentions of battle/blood/death (none happen on-screen), mentions of pregnancy and birth (none graphic), afab oc/insert and female pronouns, (are babies a tw?), humor of the aerin variety, not proofread, potential minor Clavis route spoilers?

Request?: Yes (currently open? also yes. pls see pinned first!)

Summary: As it would happen, having to work with the bloody beast means often having to pick up after said beast, or even indulge in the sins of war. Unfortunately for Rhodolite palace’s resident mischief maker, the call of his duty could not have come at a worse time.

A/N: Apologies if it is a bit OOC or would benefit from better pacing, I haven't read Clavis' route in a bit and he's a little tricky to nail at times without me getting cliché. (Sorry this one isn't gender neutral, for the folks familiar with my general fluff.) I worked to the best of my current ability, as the request was a bit vague. Feel free to stop by and request again sometime, nonnie!

          Clavis’ wife was due soon, expecting their first child amidst the frills and flowers that come with Spring. And excited they were to welcome the newest member of the Lelouch gang when Clavis suddenly receives summons for a round table meeting. It isn’t until much later that he returns, brows furrowing as he walks through the doors to the couple’s shared room at the palace.

         “Dearie me,” Clavis starts, running a singular gloved hand through his lilac locks, boring holes into the wall as he figured out how to best break this to his very pregnant wife. No amount of trying to haggle with the court would get him out of this, much as he tried. Hesitantly, Clavis’ wife pipes up, wanting to console her husband who seems he may fray at the seams any moment.

         “What’s wrong, Clavis? Cat got your tongue?” She jokes, waddling over best as she can, causing Clavis to fret and meet her halfway. He is far too overprotective sometimes, she feels, but understands he is that way out of sheer love for her.

         “Council was held today.” Clavis starts, receiving an acknowledging hum from his wife. At his uncharacteristic pause, she nods, gently trying to urge him to continue his train of thought. “I will have to be away for a while,” and in true Clavis fashion, he tries to soften the blow the best way he knows how.

         “Oh, but don’t you both go missing me too much. I know just how to console my lovely, dearest wife-”

         “Clavis.” If he insists on acting fine, then she will shoulder it for them both and allow him to save face.. this time. “I’ll miss you too, darling. Please come home safe.” With eyes that look like he is trying his best to hold back tears, Clavis dons his most convincing smile, gently pulling his wife in as closely as he comfortably can by her waist.

         “I knew you couldn’t resist your handsome husband,” he murmurs, pressing a loving kiss to her lips, fitting every apology known to man in the sincere way Clavis cherishes her so. Pulling away, he rests his head atop hers, cursing his fate and drasted brother for nearly ruining yet another special occasion in his life.

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         As the fateful day comes, Clavis parts from his beautiful wife, reassuring her he will be fine just as much as she does him. Riding off atop his royal steed, he waves farewell without looking back, steeling himself and all of his best inventions to end this damn thing as early as physically possible. In his plan, he hopes to lure out the enemies and confuse them with his myriad of (smoke) bombs, so that he and Chevalier may be able to finish with time to spare.

         “If I miss my child’s birth, this time I really will kill you,” Clavis threatens. At this, Chevalier simply scoffs and rides away. Cyran shakes his head, a mundane ordeal when it comes to these two.

         As fate would have it, back at the castle, just a few days after the second and third prince had set out to quell skirmishes along the borders, his wife goes into labor. It would seem the third prince’s child was not a very patient one, wishing to meet everyone as quickly as possible. Panic spreads, the early arrival of the baby having the maids rush to get everything together shortly after her water breaks. Though her husband is not present in body, he is present with her in spirit, and in all of the reading they had done together to better prepare themselves for their little one’s arrival.

         After many painful hours, a cry is heard, and thus the third prince of Rhodolite and his wife welcome a tiny baby Lelouch into the world. Hardly visible for how light a color it is, there are the smallest tufts of the signature lilac stands upon her head, and piercing eyes of gold. Having already decided upon possible names beforehand, his wife holds baby Felicia (a tribute to Clavis’ late mother Leticia) in her arms, exhausted but moved to tears over the life they created, together.

         It isn’t until two full days later, that Clavis returns home. The congratulations he receives upon his arrival is both the best and worst of news, for he is grateful they are both alive and well, but terribly distraught to have missed the birth of his first child (and being unable to support his wife as she always does him). He quickly stops by the baths, not wanting to greet them with blood still on his person.

         Gingerly, Clavis makes his way to where he finds both of his Lelouch girls, heart caught in his throat at the sight. Upon his arrival, their daughter is waving her hands around, trying to grab at her mother while she rocks her gently and sings. The gentle smile on her face brings back bittersweet memories, and an ache for a loved one he will never see again. He knows how loved their child will be, even in the most cursed depths of the royal court, and vows to never allow a hair on their heads harm, lest their enemies summon the nightmare that is Lelouchian fury above them. (Assuming they can read the warning letter.)

         “Welcome home, Clavis.” Having spotted him out of the corner of her eye, Clavis’ wife brandishes her grin his way, the glow apparent from what he could only describe as “the light of a thousand- no, a million- no, a hundred million suns!”

          “And say hi to your daddy, Felicia,” she coos, patting the baby’s back gently as she sits up further in bed. “But please don’t learn from his example.” Clavis theatrically slaps a hand over his chest, looking exasperated, as if he hasn’t the faintest clue what she could be referring to.

         “What better example would she have to learn from, aside from my most lovely wife?” Clavis sits at the edge of the bed by her side, leaning in to place a kiss to her forehead, lingering at her scent. “Would you rather she learn from one of my brothers?” At her grimace, he laughs, husky and warm and everything deliciously Clavis.

         “I was hoping Sariel could tutor her the way he did me,” she jokes, enjoying the look Clavis shoots her. “I’m kidding, love. Honestly.” He is still grimacing when she stifles her laugh. “Would you like to hold her?”

         Nothing in the world could have prepared Clavis for the reaction of finally getting to hold his beautiful, delicate baby girl in his arms… only to have her immediately begin wailing. Clavis tries everything he can to get her to stop crying, but she is only finally comforted by the feel and smell of mom, who she has become most acquainted with in her two shorts days on this Earth. A true connoisseur knows how to relish in the saltiest of tears, but these in particular left a sting in his heart. But no matter, he won over his wife’s heart, and he’ll win over his daughter’s affections. Clavis understands the appeal of being in his wife’s arms, he must admit, only slightly jealous of all her attention not being on him now.

         And if there’s anything that made Clavis happier than his wedding and the birth of his child, it’s that his little girl would prove to show her affections with signature Lelouch pitfalls. Clavis-patented, Yves-tested, Felicia-approved.

[sugar-plum-writer]

"Jujutsu Lover~ OTOME GAME"

System: 001 [Part - 01] Loading 99%----> 100%! Loading Route! Character? Yan! Emperor Sukuna Love interest for Player- 3% [Be aware not to cross above 100% for your safety~] Best of Luck! [Player Death Rate- 100%] Difficulty- SSR** [Failing to clear will result in immediate death!] Warnings/Tags? [Slight!Violence; A Yan!Emperor Sukuna x Fem!Empress Reader; Isekai]Route Name?

[A Love As Cursed As Hell]

Good Luck player Y/n <3

Yan!Emperor Sukuna is ruthless, cold, brutal and calculating. A war maniac who conquered all the lands the gaze could fall upon- East to West and North to South. Amassed a fortune to rival anyone in 69 centuries future or past, with a harem of women known throughout the lands as- "Beauties From A 100 Lands".

He was a man who knew how to indulge himself, and you his official wife, "The Empress", more like possessed wife who took over this woman's body and having to deal with it the one and only Y/N.

Yan! Emperor Sukuna was very annoying, the court drama? Even more annoying. Bribes left and right, poisons given to take the throne, schemes from ministers, and having to deal with women throwing themselves at him like flies- trying to take over your position and be the Empress. Hell recently an assassin broke into your palace almost strangling you to death.

Sighing you sat with your legs crossed- chin resting on your palm- with a gaze deary enough to make sunshine seem like a funeral. The Syrup from sweets dripped down your fingers as you munched on them. "Fuck how did I end up like this!? SSR difficulty!? Who created this rigged game? Which ML such high difficulty!!", a loud groan echoed as you slammed your head on the table

"Fuck this shit!..-", standing up on your feet- you stepped out of the pagoda raising your middle finger screaming in frustration

"FUCK YOU!!!!! SUKUNA!!! MINISTERS!!! SUCK MY-"

"Suck your what?", a sly smirk tugged the mans lips

"Since when did the Empress start cursing like this? How interesting", Blood-red eyes gleaming like rubies looked into yours as a figure stood towering above you.

Your blood ran cold- sweat started forming on your skin dripping down your forehead, jaw clenching tight with your heart threatening to blow up to smithereens seeing the man in front of you

Yan!Emperor Sukuna

"F...Forgive me...I did not mean to your Majesty", you hurriedly kneeled on the ground- head bowed low trembling

"Hm...",

"How about this?" grinning he pulled your wrist towards him with a smirk- devouring the sweets from your hands- his warm tongue licking the remaining syrup from your delicate fingertips.

{Congrats Player Y/N for surviving event [First encounter!] Love interest for player? [3.5%]}

A notification popped in front of you but before you could do anything the following words caused you to freeze

"If you manage to do something to entertain me for 5 minutes I will let you live."

{Warning! System Warning! Unexpected turn of Event! (Special mission assigned to Player Y/n!) [Survive for 5 minutes to gain reward- Wild Card!]}

Hey all~ as I said Otome Series is here~ I will do Toji, Sukuna, Gojo and Geto for now! (Nanami is hidden route) if you like it please follow or ask in comments to tag you to know if you all want more! Feel free to check out my Masterlist which has all my work! This the the first one in the Otome Game series!

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hi friends, this is my first ever post! please feel free to leave constructive criticism in the comments or request a fic of your own. this one was requested by a friend and i hope you like it!!

WARNINGS: smut, age gap, 18+

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

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Pining for the Professor

you just graduated hogwarts top of your class, especially in potions. you got an O on your potions NEWT exam, earning a rare moment of praise from the usually brooding, aloof potions professor, severus snape.

"very well done, miss y/n. i haven't seen anyone score this high in years."

you hate to acknowledge it, but that comment affected you more than you care to admit.

"thank you, professor. that means a lot."

the following weeks went by in a blur. you graduated and started applying for jobs, noticing there's an opening at hogwarts. herbology assistant... you were also exceptional in that subject, so you thought why not apply? no response for over a year. you came to the conclusion that they probably don't hire anyone under the age of 18. however, the week of your 19th birthday, you got a letter telling you that you got the job and were to return to hogwarts as soon as possible. you throw on one of your favorite outfits, a cute, pink coquette look. you pack your things and head back to the place you called home for 7 years.

"why miss y/n, i'm so glad you're back!"

professor sprout said with a smile.

"i'm so glad to be back, professor."

"oh, you go meander around and visit with the other professors if you so please. i won't have you doing any work until after the ball."

shit. it's the yule ball. and it's this saturday. and you don't have a date.

"oh, thank you professor. i'll be back."

"have fun dearie!"

you walk around the halls of hogwarts, reminiscing about your time there. you have this feeling in the back of your head that the dungeons is where you want to go first. you walk down, and find yourself knocking at professor snape's classroom door.

"enter."

that voice. that beautiful, monotone, deep voice. you try to hide the shudder going down your spine as you walk in.

"um, hi professor snape."

he looks up in something akin to shock, and a very small, nearly unnoticeable smile crosses his features.

"miss y/l/n. what on earth are you doing back at hogwarts?"

"well i work here now, professor. i'm professor sprout's assistant."

"i see. and why, pray tell, have you decided to come here? to my classroom? if you're in fact sprout's assistant..."

"oh! i... well, i was just-"

"cat got your tongue, miss y/l/n?"

he said with a playful smirk.

"no! i... professor sprout said i dont start till after the ball this weekend, and she encouraged me to go visit with some of the other professors, and i ended up here."

"you chose to come see me first? i must say, im flattered."

"well, being your best student and all..."

you cover your mouth with your hands. you didn't mean to sound nearly as cocky as you did. you just meant that you wanted to go back and see the usually dark, stoic professor who had uncharacteristically praised you after scoring the highest out of anyone on his exam... without saying it outright.

"i... i didnt mean..."

"cocky, are we?"

he said, with a smirk.

"i seem to recall that you were in fact my best student. i even told you as much."

a blush creeps over your cheeks. warmth pools between your thighs as you remember the praise he gave you.

"i remember, sir. i uh... im glad to be your colleague now. i'm gonna go see if professor sprout needs anything..."

you turn on your heels and try to get out of there as quickly as possible.

"miss y/n?"

you turn around and look at him just as you reach the door.

"yes?"

"you just got here, i presume?"

"i did, sir. just this morning."

"so you've no date to the ball this coming saturday?"

the blush gets worse, creeping up your neck and stinging your ears.

"n...no, sir."

"you're welcome to go with me, if you'd like, seeing as we're colleagues now."

"i... yule ball... with you?"

"yes, that is what i just said, isn't it?"

said the professor, a tinge of irritation in his voice.

"sure, professor. i'd like that. thank you. what uh... what should i wear?"

"i'll have a dress ready for you. oh, and y/n?"

"yes?"

"you can just call me severus. seeing that we're colleagues and all."

"oh... alright then, severus. i'll see you saturday."

"be here and ready at 6pm sharp, if you would."

"yes sir."

you cannot wait for saturday. true to his word, he's sent a dress. it's perfect. you were half expecting it to be green, but no. it's pink. your favorite color. it's frilly and flowery... almost like he knew exactly what you'd want to wear. you find yourself blushing and cursing how well he knows you. how are you to act like a professional colleague if you're already this excited? saturday rolls around, and you get ready, donning some cute, coquette makeup and pink bows in your half up, half down curled hair. you put on the dress, your stockings, and your pink mary jane pumps. you take a look in the mirror and can't get enough of how beautiful the dress is. it's like snape got it perfect. you wonder how much he knows about you, if he ever paid special attention to you to be able to get your dress this perfect. you look at the clock. 5:52. you begin your short journey to the dungeons. you knock lightly on the door, and hear that same...

"enter."

i open the door and enter closing it softly behind me, a million questions swimming in my mind. but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is

"good evening, severus. are you ready for the ball?"

he looks up lazily from the tedious task of grading of papers. you can't believe he's still working, even in his dress robes. his eyes meet yours, and his expression changes from one of annoyed exhaustion to one of... well, you can't quite place it. is there... affection in that dark gaze?

"y/n. you look stunning."

that all too familiar blush burns up your neck, filling your cheeks and ears.

"thank you, severus. you look quite dashing yourself."

he smiles curtly and stands, walking over to you. you've forgotten how tall he is. he reaches for your hand and kisses it, and gives you a twirl. you feel as though you're dreaming.

"i must say, you styled this dress absolutely perfectly."

"how... how did you know... i honestly expected a tight emerald green dress..."

he cuts you off.

"darling please, you think i don't know you well enough to put you in something you'd hate?"

gods, you hate that you're blushing again.

"i... well no, but..."

"i know you enjoy dressing this way. what do the kids call it? coquette? i chaperoned your hogsmeade trips if you remember. you were always in something like this."

"you... you remembered? after all this time?"

"always."

you see his gaze soften, his expression not quite as guarded as usual.

"shall we?"

severus says, offering his arm.

all you can do is nod with the most dopey, love-struck look in your eyes. you walk to the ball together. you enter the great hall, seeing many familiar faces and many new ones. you're suddenly struck by nerves, and you squeeze severus's arm and he notices.

"alright, darling?"

you give a short, curt nod while looking forward nervously.

"just nervous."

he gives a low, reverberating chuckle. it makes your stomach flip.

"no need to be nervous, miss y/n. i'm right here."

you blush, for probably the billionth time since your return to hogwarts. you see professor sprout and go give her a hug while severus follows.

"professor!"

"oh dearie, you look absolutely stunning. where on earth did you get this dress?"

"i had it made for her, pomona."

"oh severus, you've outdone yourself. she looks positively stunning."

"i know. that's exactly what i told her."

he says, putting a protective hand on your waist. your stomach flips again. professor sprout gives you a knowing smile and wink.

"have fun, dearies!"

you walk to the drink table, still clutching severus's arm like your life depends on it. you let go to get yourself a drink, and hear yet another familiar voice behind you.

"why, is that miss y/l/n?"

you turn around and meet the warm gaze of professor remus lupin, one of your other professors.

"professor lupin, what a lovely surprise. i thought you retired?"

"i came back to help with defense against the dark arts right after you graduated. i must say, i was sad to have missed you."

he said, while grabbing one of my hands and kissing it.

"well i'm back now, i have a faculty position working with professor sprout."

"that's so wonderful. hopefully ill be seeing more of you. care for a dance, miss y/n?"

you look over to see severus who is sporting his usual curt, stoic expression, but he betrays a glint of anger in his eyes. he takes a few quick strides to your side, snaking a hand around your waist.

"remus. i see you've become well acquainted with my date."

"severus. your date, hm? pity. i'll see you around, miss y/n."

remus says with a wink and another kiss of my hand.

"why that rotten littl-"

"severus, please."

he looks down at you, the anger in his eyes melting at your concerned expression.

"i'm sorry, darling. i just don't like when other people want what's mine."

he snarled that last word, and it made you throb between your legs.

"...yours?"

"well, i meant you're my date. we're here together, making you-"

"i'm yours, severus."

you say, looking up at him with big, needy eyes. he looks back down at you with possessive desire in his eyes.

"careful what you wish for, darling. you might just get it."

"i know exactly what i want. i have for a long time now."

"and what might that be?

"i think you know."

i say, snaking an arm around his waist. a low, guttural noise escapes his lips.

"back to my classroom. now."

we walk at a brisk pace back to his classroom, entering quickly and slamming the door. no sooner after the door is locked is he pinning you to it.

"tell me you want this. tell me it's not and you go back to your room now, and we never speak of this again. but tell me you want this, and there's no going back. you'll be mine, and mine alone. i don't share, y/n."

"please... this is all i've ever wanted."

with that, his lips come crashing into yours with a need that's almost inhuman. he's devouring you, and you can't get enough. your hips twitch, betraying your excitement.

"someone's impatient. let's get you out of this pretty dress, hm?"

he picks you up effortlessly as your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you and sets you down on his desk. he reaches around you for the laces of your corset and unties you, planting kisses on your neck as he does so. little gasps and moans escape you the whole time, hips bucking for any sense of friction. he loosens your dress and slides it off your shoulders to reveal a cute, lacy pink bra.

"stand up darling. let's get this off you."

you hop off the desk, and the dress slides to the floor, revealing matching panties. your white stockings go up to your thighs, squeezing them perfectly.

"merlin, you're fucking perfect."

you don't know what to say. you stand there, looking at him with the most needy look in your eyes. he scoops you up again, and you giggle as you wrap yourself around him.

"we're going to my chambers love, is that alright?"

you nod and smile as you kiss his neck.

"that's what i thought. good girl."

we enter his chambers, closing and locking the door behind us. i hear him mutter something.

"hm?"

"just a silencing charm darling. don't you worry your pretty little head about anything. i just want to make you feel good. you deserve it, you were such a good student, so intelligent and so diligent in your studies, such an air of dignity about you. and look at you now. crumbling beneath my touch.

all you can manage is a whimper as he sets you down on the bed and begins kissing you all over your body, whispering sweet praises between kisses.

"oh darling, you're so beautiful. your body is the epitome of perfection, i could just look at you all day if i didn't want to touch so badly. gods, you're just stunning. do you like this, love? when i kiss you and praise you like this? i could tell how much you enjoyed when i first praised you. you weren't very good at hiding it. all i needed to say was "very well done" and you were blushing and squeezing your thighs together. i notice everything, love. the second you came back i knew i needed you. needed to make you feel good. needed to make you mine."

at this point your hips are bucking, whimpers and whines pouring from your parted lips. your hands are tangled in his jet black hair as he continues his beautiful torture, kissing you in almost all the right places, teasing you as much as you can take it.

"s...sev, please..."

"please what, darling? use your words. tell me exactly what you want."

"need... you..."

"not specific enough, love."

he enjoys toying with you. he loves seeing your reactions. he knows exactly what you need, but he wants to play this little game for a while longer.

"severus, PLEASE!"

you exclaim in frustration, slamming both fists down onto the soft mattress.

"oh, how naughty. you need to be taught a lesson in respect."

he withdraws his touch completely, looking down at you with a sinister smirk on his face.

"p...please, i'm sorry-"

"flip over. now."

you do as you're told, laying on your stomach.

"ass up."

you scramble to arch your back, ass in the air.

"you'll have to learn to use your words and address me respectfully if you want something, miss emilee."

SMACK.

"MMPPHH!"

searing pain courses through the flesh of your ass, blinding you momentarily. as the pain subsides, pleasure fills its void. you moan.

"oh, such a dirty girl. you love this, don't you? i can practically see you getting wetter."

another strangled whimper escapes your throat.

SMACK.

you kick your legs as his hand comes down on your other cheek, sending that same searing pain flowing through the other side. but you love it. you practically arch up for more.

"oh, very naughty indeed. do i have to take you right here, miss y/n? satisfy this... need?

as he says 'need', you feel two strong fingers stroke firmly over the wet spot on your panties. you gasp as your body reacts, hips bucking and shaking. you nod desperately.

"looks like the answer is yes."

you hear the sound of a belt coming undone and fabric falling to the floor. he pulls your panties down your thighs, and you feel the head of his cock notch at your entrance, and you're already so wet that it slides in with no resistance or pain. you moan aloud, and he gasps. you both just sit there for a second, getting used to the feeling.

"merlin, you're tight."

whimpers and moans escape you, and you reach a hand back and he takes it in his.

"we go at your pace, ok?"

you nod and squeeze his hand, signaling for him to move. he rocks his hips against yours a few times, and suddenly, you're squeezing his hand tight, silently begging for more. his other hand grips your hip as he begins pounding into you. the lewd sound of wet skin smacking against wet skin fills the room, as his deep growls accompany them. your lofty moans fill his ears, blinding him and making his knees weak. it's not long before you feel a hand reach around you and begin rubbing your clit. he bends over you, whispering in your ear...

"i can tell you're close love, you're clenching around me so tightly. let go. let go for me darling, i want to feel you come undone for me. say my name."

you feel the knot in your stomach snap. you barrel over the edge, screaming his name like a prayer. his thrusts become more erratic, both hands gripping your hips so hard you think you might bruise. you hear...

"y/n..."

as you feel his cum shoot into you, and you're shocked to find that he whimpers as he finishes. you absolutely love it. he pulls out of you slowly, and you collapse onto the bed. he grabs your waist and you curl up into his arms as he lays the both of you at the head of the bed.

"how do you feel, darling? are you ok? was i too rough?"

"mmm... perfect. rougher next time."

"next time, hm? you really are mine."

"yours, always and forever."

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