#fic: to rearrange the stars

[sage-nebula]

Summary: “…it wouldn’t be right. Sonic needs Tails, and that’s just a cosmic truth.” -Ian Flynn Tails made a promise to himself that he’d always be there to help Sonic, no matter what. He just didn’t expect “no matter what” to extend to an older version of him from another timeline. But even if it’s a Sonic who seems a little different than the one Tails has grown up knowing — or, okay, maybe a lot different — it’s still his big brother underneath it all, so how could he not at least try to be there for him? Well, his Sonic might have something to say about that. When it came to protecting Tails, nothing was ever going to stand in his way. Including himself. A collab between @sage-nebula and @skimmingmilk Inspired by the “bad end” of the 8 bit version of Sonic 2 Companion piece to the “Sometimes the Picket Fence isn’t Perfect” series

Having a workshop actually turned out better than Tails expected it to. He was able to keep so many more tools and materials on hand. He could build whatever he wanted and not have to worry about it fitting in a backpack or getting stolen! Well, theoretically things could still be stolen from the workshop, but he’d already installed an alarm system and was planning on adding a more customized security system when he had the time to figure that out.

For now, he had a more important project on his hands.

For the past week, Tails had been working on making a Chaos Emerald detection radar for Sonic. While he knew Sonic could sort of feel their presence whenever they were close enough to one, that was the thing, they still had to be close enough to one. With this radar, Tails was hoping to be able to narrow down their search radius so it’d be easier to pinpoint where they were if and when Sonic needed them.

Even if Robotnik had been quiet ever since his last attempt to mess with them, that didn’t mean he was going to stay quiet forever. They had to be prepared for whatever he tried to throw at them next. Knowing where to find the Chaos Emeralds so Sonic could go super just seemed to make the most logical sense.

After all, he’d made a promise.

Tails looked up from his workbench at the wall right in front of him. It was fairly empty, a blank canvas that had the potential to one day be home to cork boards and mounted tools, with blueprints of current or favorite projects pinned over one another to compete for his attention. For now, only one thing hung from a simple nail and wire. One thing, front and center, he always wanted to be sure he could see. His certificate of guardianship: a reminder that he and Sonic were family and that they’d always be together. That Sonic needed and wanted him around just as much as Tails needed and wanted him to be there.

Tails had made a promise to himself the night he’d come home after running away. A promise that he’d always be there for Sonic. After seeing what missing him for two days had done to him, Tails wouldn’t leave him on his own again. He didn’t know what exactly it was that he did to keep Sonic’s spirits high, but whatever it was he needed from him, Tails was going to do his best to be that. It was what he deserved after he went through the whole ordeal of getting guardianship over him just so they could stay together.

Legs swinging back and forth on his chair, too high up for his shoes to even skim the ground, Tails smiled to himself as he snapped the back panel to his radar in place, then twisted a final screw in to secure it. It was ready. He powered it on by pushing the big blue button on the front panel. The screen blinked to life with an orange glow. 

His tails spun in a happy circle as it calibrated the energy signature in the immediate area. He needed to zero out what it considered to be a “default” energy reading. With a small ding it successfully registered an approximation of what average chaos energy levels were when no emeralds were present.

“Perfect!” Tails spun his chair around in his excitement. “Time for a test run!” 

He fiddled with the dials until he increased the radar’s search radius from one mile to five. That seemed like a good place to start. Hopping down from his chair, Tails hurried out the open airplane hangar into the summer air. He left it open for the sea breeze to cool the workshop now that the weather was getting warmer. He also liked to listen for Sonic when he was out on his runs, just to prepare for any surprise attacks he might unleash on him. 

Oh wait. Speaking of surprises, Tails didn’t want Sonic to wonder where he was in the highly probable chance that he made it back to the workshop before Tails himself did. Whirling around, Tails sped back inside and grabbed a sheet of paper to quickly scribble a note for him. 

Hi Sonic! I’m testing my new project in the jungle, but I’ll be back soon! Promise! Love Tails. 

[Continue reading on AO3]

[sage-nebula]

How many times can one hedgehog lose his baby brother? The answer might surprise you!

Live reaction of Sonic in "Sometimes the Picket Fence isn't Perfect" and "To Rearrange the Stars"

How does this keep happening to him?

[smoosnoom]

incredible submission by @http-byler :) sobbing btw

[imaginationxfound]

Oh dear lord Heir is going to be longer than rearrange the stars by a lot isn’t it

[miladythewinter]

i haven't played those games but knights of the old republic kinda went off with their female characters. bastila, juhani, KREIA, atris, meetra (the jedi exile) and revan, if that's your persuasion, are sooooo fucking good and interesting. of course they all range from damaged to slightly unhinged to evil so of course i love them 🥰

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

I can’t help making the parallel between early sunsets as I interpret it (someone forced to kill their lover before they turn into something horrific) and chapters 24-25 of burning star. thank god the author didn’t include the song in their story because it would’ve broken me

[aquasoftware]

Big dick neighbor. ୨❤︎‬୧

wc : 666/fic type: Drabble || cw : neighbor! Toji x f!reader, backshots, creampie, cheating, dirty talk, (Good girl/Doll used once), whiney! reader, Toji’s egotistical as hell, pwp, Mdni. Lmk if I missed sum + RB 2 support

Every time Toji was giving you backshots, it felt like someone was knocking the lights out of you. Blaring whimpers were echoing throughout the room as you tried your best to hold up, stumbling on all fours, your red nails nearly piercing through the sheets while taking in all thick seven inches.

He could feel your poor needy pussy tightly hugging his cock for dear life, forcing him to hold back harsh grunts, "Fuck... Toji, you're fucking me so gooddd." A dragged whine slips out of your mouth as the deafening thwapping sounds attempted to compete with your loud moans.

"Yeah? Better than how your man fucks you?" Toji smirked, chuckling to himself, raising an eyebrow deeply curious, heisting his robust leg on the bed, pounding deeper into your squelching pussy.

"Y—yes, sooo much better, Toji.." Stammering at how difficult it was to answer, especially while having your insides rearranged.

Unfortunately, your husband was never home and worked long shifts, so he could never give your cunt enough attention. Even when the two of you did have sex, it was so impossible to not yawn.

Which of course you got your neighbor to fill in that awful blank; he was doing an amazing job at it too. Your words, alongside those pretty mewls, were only feeding Toji's already rotund ego as well, causing him to form a demonic speed.

"Shit, Y/n that's what I like to hear."

His hand had an unholy grip on your braids, tugging it, faintly messing up your hair, except you couldn't care because with the way his tip deliciously kissed every single sweet spot, you were definitely close.

And your neighbor clearly knew that, the way his hips slammed back and forth into those slippery velvet walls as you began to rub your sensitive clit in tender circles, gasping when his massive hand spanked the fat of your round ass; it was almost pitiful that it stung so satisfyingly.

"Toji I'm," You paused for a moment seeking to compose yourself; unluckily for you, it was too late because your delicate pussy was spasming around what appeared to be splitting you open, provoking your sore arms to fall limp on the pearl-white sheets, where your plump lips left a bit of drool on.

"You comin'? That's a good girl." His raspy voice murmured, almost choking on his breath at the feeling of you orgasming around him.

One last striking thrust was enough to put you in a trance, making your eyes roll to the top of your skull. The only thing you could see was stars; the next thing you knew, your cunt coated Toji's dick all over the shaft was gobs of milky arousal.

"Goddd Y/n." His breathing became ragged, eyeing down the mess you made on his length only turning him on more. It wasn't long before his pace began to get sloppy balls tightening up, sensing them slap your against pussy as his heartbeat increased faster than a pendulum, on the chase for his own climax.

"Fuck, can I cum inside you, doll?" He questioned, firmly gripping the sides of your hips, before you could give him a small "Mhmm.." Eyes currently droopy from the climax you had; face smashed towards the silky grey pillows alongside your expensive makeup tainting it.

Now that he had the green light from you that he needed, a string of curses splashed out of his scarred-lips, the grip Toji had on you grew even more tense as his hips gave a final few thrusts, shooting his warm, hefty load into you.

Once he pulled out within a few seconds, out escaped mounds of cum from your used hole onto the soaked sheets, giving a light smile as if he were an artist staring at his work.

The next few minutes would be hell for you since both of you were too in the moment to hear the old wooden door creak open paired up with an appalled gasp.

8/1/24 12:19 pm masterlist.

[yandere-wishes]

˚｡✮ Yandere! Darth Vader {Anakin Skywalker} x Apprentice Reader

˚｡✮ Bad, bad news, One of us is gonna lose I'm the powder, you're the fuse, Just add some friction, You are my strange addiction

˚｡✮ We've talked about Yandere! Anakin Skywalker falling for Padawan! Reader... But what about Vader falling for his acolyte/apprentice?

⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ★⋆.˚

Vader isn't nurturing.

It feels almost sacrilegious to entertain the thought.

That's why it's so troubling when the galactic empire's staff take note of a smaller morbid figure trailing after the ebony monstrosity.

I can see there being many interesting scenarios in which Vader would pick an acolyte. The most heartwrenching and particularly curious case would be if his acolyte used to also be Anakin Skywalker's Padawan.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader searching for you across the galaxy. He feels your force signature reverberating inside him, calls out to it, tries to bind and morph it. A sardonic love letter he pens with rage and perplexion. Still, you always slip away. He keeps your hunt a secret, some ancient wound that's never healed right. The swing of your saber still haunts him, your satisfied grin as you land a blow on him. The force works in mysterious ways and Vader's desperation can't fully be reasoned. He's given up everything that Anakin once had. Forgone to an almost spiritual level. But you are the one pesky thing that still lingers. He likes to think that it's because he knows your true power. That you're a threat as long as you live.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader finally, finally finding you. Mesmerized by how much you've grown. You're rugged, wild. Some strange creature wearing the skin of the girl he once loved. You don't hesitate to attack, and Vader signs it off as a blessing. He needs a reason to hurt you, to drag you back kicking and screaming. He needs an excuse to push his fury between your bones and drown you in his sorrows. He needs revenge in the worst way.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader winning because of course he does. He leaves you bruised and broken, bleeding on the soft grassy ground. Your eyes are so beautiful when they're filled with terror. Your voice melodic as you scream in agony as his saber severs your leg and arm. Vengeance, Vengeance, Vengeance. You left him, left him to face Obi-wan alone, left him to be mutilated and disfigured.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader only coming to terms with who he is, and what he is as he's watching the medical droids repair your body. He can never escape Anakin, cause that's who he still is. Anakin hasn't died just grown. He's no longer the kid with a schoolboy crush on his pupil and supernovas under his tongue. He's swallowed the burning stars, let their fires and explosions paint him in shades darker than the nights on Tatooine. He runs a cybernetic hand across your head, feeling you for the first time in forever.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader training you once more. It's been months since your capture, months of brutal and tender torture. He's ripped you apart and rearranged you so meticulously. Picking favored parts to hem and sew with a buzzing red needle and dark doctrines. Only when Vader notes the red-rimmed golden shift flicker across your eyes does he know he's truly won. Your connection to the light is nearly completely severed. Your past is left to rot on the green planet. What stares back at him from the corners of the dark, damp cell is a creature forged of hate and malice. A sith in every way.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader only ever happy when he's with you. He's finally free to train you as he pleases, to touch you as he pleases, to kiss you as he pleases. He's taken you to ice worlds to bleed kyber crystals and to Mustafar to forge your new armor. He kisses you on a battlefield littered with the corpses of dead resistance soldiers. Metal clancks against metal all wretched sinister love. You're beginning to love this new master, he's everything Anakin had repressed, he's everything you have always feared. But the thing you must realize about fickle fears is that once you fall in love with them, you begin to lose yourself.

˚｡✮ Imagine Pulling up Vader's mask and kissing the burns across his face. Your kisses are laced with such passion and hate he feels like he's drowning in lava once more. He's brutal in the way he handles you, each touch leaving a plethora of bruises, singing I love you. You like the way each training session starts with a deep all-consuming kiss and ends with him using the force to smash your head into the ground as you laugh and laugh. His force signature is different now, you like the way it slithers across your body, all fire and pain, all destruction. Love the pain that comes with him, this grisly bloody love affair that makes the stars shutter.

The staff of the galactic empire, Find the little midnight creature all too bizarre.

She trails after their commander with vicious playful skips and plays uno with their lives. She twirls around the galaxy's most feared as if she's playing hopscotch.

The staff of the galactic empire doesn't know whether to feel pity or terror...

I think about how at the beginning of being Vader, Anakin was so quick to reject who he once was. Trying desperately to kill off any semblance of Anakin. But by the time of the Original Trilogy, he's sort of come to terms with who he is and who he once was. Anakin isn't really dead he's just grown stronger now, and in a strange way, he even seems to embrace his past as a Jedi, wearing it as - a not so obvious- badge of pride.

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 17

starring: charles leclerc x male reader

request: cuck/stag fic with Charles leclerc the f1 driver, he seems like he’d be a huge cumdump behind closed doors and the reader could share him as punishment/desperation.

warnings: smut, cursing, cuck/stag, cum eating, ass eating, slight degradation, cumdump!charles, masturbation

it was a sort of bet thing you had going on, if charles won then he was off the hook but if he lost you got to control him for the rest of the day, and you don't know if it was that he wanted that or if the nerves got to him but he lost.

that's to bad for him as now you had every man in a ten mile radius coming over to destroy his hole, his moans were filling the room like water on the titanic (crazy analogy i know) but that didn't stop you from calling in the next man after the last emptied his load into charles.

"y/n please it's to much" he hicced, all the loads he got pumped into him must've been making him loopy, he was a whimpering begging mess in between men but the moment another man got to wrecking his hole he was pleading for more and more.

"just a couple more guys then we can go" you had your hand wrapped around your cock stroking it as you watched him get fucked again by some large man and it was no secret he was enjoying it.

you could probably hear his babbling down the hall with how loud he was being, you had blown about three loads now watching different men rearrange your boyfriends guts.

but how could you not when he just look at him, he was a raging slut and who would you be to deny your lil slut of taking as many dicks as he wants, the last guy walked in the door, big burly man with the largest cock you had seen that day.

you were excites to see if it was even going to fit, he pressed the tip against charles hole and pushed slowly in, he was parting his ass like the red sea as charles moaned and thrashed around from the slight pain.

why was it turning you on so much, you don't know but you just wanted to see him get his ass destroyed, and that's what happend when the man started thrusting into charles like he was nothing.

you could see it poking at his belly a little, further pushing it out after his belly was already inflated with the countless loads in him "fuck please sir more" charles moaned to no surprise for you, he'd always beg for the biggest cock and that's what he got.

he was gripping the bed and trying to pull away but the man always slammed him right back on his cock, just as the man came in charles you burst you load again all over the ground "you got a good hole here" the man says deeply, slapping charles ass and leaving.

before you even said anything you were rushing you eat the cum out of charles ass, slurping the deliciousness from his leaking gaped ass hole, it tasted so good you couldn't wait to do this again.

taglist:@mailmango@spermeboy@ghostking4m@gayaristocrat@addictedtomalepits@staarb0y@crispysoup318@its-ares@gargoylesworld09@kadenvatsune@fuckshft@wompwomp-1mh3re

[phoenixyfriend]

I cannot tell you how much I love fics where medical equipment just Does Not Like Anakin.

He's half Force! Half his biology is space magic! Yeah you can see if he's got a broken bone, but good luck with, IDK, getting the MRI to work on whatever the fuck is going on in his skull.

It's usually not as intense as my "trying to sequence this genome causes the machine to catch fire and/or melt" fic, but the more moderate "tosses up an error symbol because Anakin is Just Like That" is much better for a running gag anyway.

(I've been rereading @itstimeforstarwars's One Hundred Hours to Rearrange the Stars series, can you tell?)

[kyojurismo]

So I just got ~dumped~ and your sexting fic was 🥵

So could I emergency request a part 2 with sanemi, Obanai, Giyuu and Akaza reacting to female reader sending spicy pics?

▸ ANSWERING. i apologise if it’s a bit rushed, but i was in delay so ):

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. sanemi shinazugawa, obanai iguro, giyu tomioka & akaza x fem!reader

▸ RATING. nsfw

▸ WARNINGS. smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), light choking, lemme know if i forgot something!! not proofread

check the other part here !!

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

he just finished his math lesson when he noticed a bunch of notifs from you

he waited for the kids to exit the classroom before opening it

he almost choked on his saliva when his eyes met your naked form posing for him in the mirror

you also sent a pic of yourself wearing a new dress, it wrapped itself around your form amazingly

sanemi took a deep breath and palmed his cock through his jeans, his cock twitching

he looked forward to get home (;

once he got there, sanemi didn’t give you time to welcome him really

“oh, ‘nemi,” you moaned once he gets between your legs. his tongue and his fingers worked magic on your cunt, making you see stars

you gripped his hair, pulling him even closer while you rutted against his face

his chin got more and more wet thanks to the sweet juices gushing out of your clenching hole

“d-don’t stop!” you cried out, trapping his head between your thighs

but why would he stop? he longed the whole day to find himself with his face buried between your legs

OBANAI IGURO

you know obanai and you basically sent a couple of pics of you in your underwear to tease him a bit

what you didn’t expect was him getting home and acting literally feral

he kissed you with such passion and desire that you felt light-headed

you found yourself riding his dick while he was there praising and admiring you

no i mean, literally

obanai was just laying down while you fucked yourself on his girth while he chanted a series of you feel so good, just like that baby, you’re squeezing me so tight, fuck, just like that darling, etc

he started thrusting his hips to meet your movements, your moans filling the rooms with sounds of skin slapping on skin

“look at you,” he muttered, his voice filled with desire

it was probably one of the best fucks you ever had

GIYU TOMIOKA

it wasn’t a typical thing between you two

so when he checked his notifs and found two pics of you touching yourself he almost let his phone fall on the ground, his cheeks a bright red

no need to say giyu’s pants started feeling uncomfortable due to his boner becoming more and more visible, straining against the fabric

once he got home, you found yourself sitting in his lap with your back pressed against his chest

giyu’s lips were busy kissing your neck and shoulders while his fingers circled your throbbing clit, his other hand making sure your legs were spread wide open while he pleasured you

you whined when two of his digits slipped inside your sopping cunt, looking for you g-spot

“you’re so wet, baby,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver. “is it all for me?” giyu teased while he fucked you with his rough fingers

“oh fuck— yes!” you grabbed his forearm, trembling in his lap, getting closer to your release

the night was just starting

AKAZA

akaza wasn’t that surprised when you sent him a bunch of pics of you naked

what surprised him was the message that followed

can’t wait for you to get home, daddy 😩

“daddy, huh?”

that’s basically how you found yourself laying on your back while akaza was rearranging your inside

his cock kissed your cervix with every single thrust, his balls kept smacking your ass and one of his hand was wrapped around your neck, squeezing it enough to make you feel a bit lightheaded

“say it,” he growled, his eyes focused on your fucked out expression. “c’mon baby, say it.”

what was he asking for? oh right,

“d-daddy!” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist, making sure he would keep his hand there. your legs started shaking due to the powerful orgasm washing over you

akaza smirked and kept thrusting into you, a white ring forming around his cock and causing wet sounds to fill your ears

you were making a mess all over him and the sheets were probably ruined, but the way he kissed you oh so tenderly once he finished filling you with thick spurts of cum

his aftercare is 💯

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. oh um, sometimes i don’t know if my smut works are worth reading, you know? i fear they’re boring and things like that lol

[sage-nebula]

Hey I was wondering if ur ever gonna update beyond oblivion :(( it's one of my fav sonic n tails fics and I need moreeee >:( (I don't wanna seem rude if u don't wanna write it that's fine ibjust wanna know cus i love that fic smmmm very yummy :))

Yes, absolutely! Chapter four is currently in progress. I've been experiencing some medical issues which make sitting at a computer for long stretches of time difficult, which is complicated by the fact that my job requires me to sit at a computer for 40 hours per week (8 hours x 5 days). So it has slowed down progress considerably. But chapter four is in progress and I already know how the fic ends in my head, so rest assured, we'll get there! Thank you so much for your interest!

[hazelfoureyes]

The Safeword is RadioApple (part 4)

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader✧FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱ Part 3 ꒰აAlastorxLucifer໒꒱ tidbit (cute, not smut) Part 4 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱✨NEW✨ ₊⊹⁀➴ Lucifer wins⟡Alastor Wins

Happy SunSinday! I really hope you like this. Thank you to @sugoi-writes for treating me to the coffee that helped me power through this. I’ll need like, atleast half a day of no writing to recover the mental exhaustion 😂 I’ll be back Monday to catch-up on all the comments and inbox from the last 2 days!

Lucifer lets fate decide how he and Alastor will show their dear kitten their teamwork skills.

「warnings/promises apply to both routes: RadioApple x FemReader, threesome, Lucifer x Alastor anal, p in v, soft breeding kink, Luci calls himself Daddy, biting, choose your own adventure, heaven ain’t got shit on Luci, fingering, tentacle fucking, cuddling, creampies, cum fucking, lots of deer references partially because of @n-after-me’s latest fic, sweet words, Happy Luci」

Deer Duck Kitten

Finally. You finally had both men in a place where you could enjoy each other as a group, instead of just you getting fucked by two people at the same time. 

You had half recovered from your hangover by early afternoon, but the little slip you made earlier in the day was just causing a new headache to emerge.

When the men both questioned what exactly you had meant, you decided the best option was to take your own advice and shut the fuck up. So shut the fuck up you did, for a solid three hours, while lying in your bed face down.

New problem now. Perfect. 10/10, you suck. 

Alastor and Luci were huddled in a corner of the lobby, two arm chairs pulled together and facing away from the others.

To Alastor, you had said something unspoken until then. The only difference that he could see was his …embracing of Lucifer’s inclusion in your relationship.

Lucifer was partially blind, the stars orbiting his head shining too brightly for him to see or think properly.

“Was that normal?” Lucifer asked.

“Not for us, no.” 

Lucifer, unblinking, “It’s too soon for sure for us.”

Alastor’s static aura flickered, “Obviously.” Lucifer glared.

“She’s obviously happy we got along so…well?” 

Alastor nodded.

“So let’s show her our teamwork in action! Let’s take care of her. Together.” He winked, making Alastor grimace.

“Take care of her how? Because she’s sick?” You were still hungover.

“No… take care of her.” Lucifer’s brows rose up and down, saying the words a little louder.

The air around Alastor snapped, a crackle of static returning, “I’m not deaf, I just don’t understand what secret meaning you’re hinting at.”

The normally patient and polite king’s face scrunched before he grabbed Alastor by the lapels and pulled him close, seething, “Take care of her. In bed. Sex. Fuck her.”

Alastor scowled, dark gums peaking past his lips, “We do that nearly nightly in some fashion, your majesty.”

Nose pressed to nose, forehead to forehead, “I am going to fucking kill you.��

While what they were saying wasn’t audible, Angel was adding his own narration to the video he was taking, “I’m gonna fuck you, Radio Demon.” He attempted a regal voice. “Not if I fuck you first! ha ha ha,” His best shot at a trans-Atlantic accent.

“You’re insufferable. Just speak plainly!”

Lucifer opened his mouth to reply but instead of words, a choked noise as he turned his face away. A deep blush now rising up his neck to his cheeks. A flash of a memory of Alastor’s dark eyes looking down at him over his wet body, stomach bulging with every thrust. Could he really say it out loud?

“Oh.” Alastor sat back in his chair, “She and I haven’t…” he searched for a delicate word, “Explored other avenues.”

Now who wasn’t speaking plainly?

“Well we could rearrange the order a little.” Lucifer sandwiched his hands together in hopes he could keep the details unspoken.

Alastor hummed, “Who would be in the middle, so to speak, if not my-”

“Our.” Lucifer cut him off.

A sinister snarl of a grin, “-dear.”

Lucifer put out a fist, “Did you know rock paper scissors or are you too old timey for that?”

“Loser has to hold open their gaping hole and-,” Angel jumped and nearly dropped his phone when Charlie bounced up beside him.

“Awww Dad and Al are playing games together!”

He snickered, tears forming in his eyes, “Yeah like tugga war and hide the pickle.”

“I think it’s called tug-of-war, Angel.”

Angel patted her on the head and turned to flee, “Good catch, princess. Nothin’ gets by you.”

They couldn’t decide who would knock, so both did. You weren’t ready for the conversation yet, having to explain it was just an expression and not intended to be a declaration. You and Alastor used many other words instead; my beloved, I adore you, my love. You had found comfort in the steadiness of his adoration, never a fear he would leave so you never worried much at the lack of direct ‘I love you’.

But …. Luci. You could see in his face how desperately he needed to be overshadowed with someone’s love. To be the one to eclipse all of his insecurities with a warm blanket of consistent affection? You’d die again for the opportunity. Just—- not yet. Certain words are meaningless without action. And you hadn’t done much more than cuddle and have sex. You needed to show him your love before you said anything about it. 

Another set of knocks. You whined, they didn’t deny you anything so how could you deny them? “What?”

“Kitten?” mixed with “Dear.” from outside the door.

You called them in, not watching as Luci beelined for the bed and Alastor closed and locked the door as quietly as possible to not bother you. 

“Does your head still hurt?” Lucifer slid up to your right side. You opened your eyes, turning your head to him. 

“No.”

He smiled. You felt the bed dip, Alastor settling to your left. 

“Are you feeling otherwise unwell?” Alastor asked. Rolling off your stomach to turn fully to Alastor now, surprised at the gentle conversation. You had anticipated an interrogation. 

“I’m fine now. Just don’t feel like moving much so… bed.” Luci’s hands slipped over your waist as he cuddled into your backside. You couldn’t help the smile you made. Alastor kissed your forehead, and your smile grew. Much more tender of an interaction than usual. Normal events involved you passed between the two, them taking turns with your attention when not actively having sex.

You were the little buffer between them. It always felt like they were trying to enjoy you without needing to realize the other demon existed in the room at all. 

Alastor made a show of taking his hand and sliding his fingers into Lucifer’s, resting on your waist. 

Manually breathing, you tried to keep your face neutral to not scare away the moment. 

Luci propped himself up and leaned over you. When Alastor leaned too, receiving a kiss from Luci on the lips you rolled onto your back. You’d never seen the Eiffel Tower from underneath but as you stared directly up as Lucifer kissed Alastor again, and again, you could imagine what it must be like to be under such a grand display. This was the first time you’d seen them intentionally touch each other… other than attempted murder. 

Did Lucifer win rock paper scissors? Cum here

Did Alastor win rock paper scissors? Smash this

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Paring: Tsukishima x fem reader

Requested: no

Genre: smut

Warning(s): cheating, unprotected sex, degradation

Summary: just smut

Word count: 837

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Tsukishima knows you like him. He’s aware that given the chance, you’d let him take you to new heights, letting him make you see stars. I mean, he’s already experienced your passion firsthand, so there’s little to no one to stop him from seeking it again, except perhaps your boyfriend.

Now, don’t get him wrong. Tsukishima isn’t one to tolerate adultery, especially when one of his friends does it. But for you, he sure can bend some rules. It’s not as if he’s in love with you; no, you’re not the type of woman he could fall for. But that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the intense pleasure he feels when buried deep inside you, releasing all his pent-up frustrations.

He’s aware of the fact that you love your boyfriend to death, despite all his flaws. As a matter of fact, he also knows that your boyfriend loves you just as much. Who else would forgive a cheating bitch like you over and over, even after she says she would change? Could never be him, but it doesn’t matter to him at all. All he cares about is getting his dick wet, and as it seems, you are one of the best pussies in the city, so why should he not use you to your full potential?

“Does your simp of a boyfriend have any idea that you are getting your insides rearranged by me right now?” Tsukishima taunts, thrusting into you with such force that it leaves your mind reeling.

“N-no,” you stutter, your grip on his shoulders weakening under the intensity of his movements. With a swift motion, he flips you over on the bed, positioning you to his liking, and plunges back into your slick, eager flesh, continuing his relentless assault.

“Can’t fuck you like I can, now can he?” he mocks, feeling your pussy clenching his cock like never before.

“N-no,” you barely manage to answer, your mind going hazy with pleasure.

“Tell me, who fucks you this good, huh? Who fucks you so good that you are fine with cheating on your bitch of a boyfriend, you whore?”

“You, Tsuki- ah-,” you manage to utter, your words barely coherent as he hits spots inside you with a precision no other man has ever achieved.

“Yes, you cheating whore, scream my name. Let everyone know who fucks you better than your boyfriend,” he groans as he slaps you hard on your ass, making you scream even more.

“God, you’re squeezing me so tightly,” he groans, his member throbbing inside you as your walls tighten around him, creating a velvety ring at the base of his shaft.

The sound of intense skin slapping fills the room, mingling with your wild cries of pleasure, making him almost come to the edge.

“Creaming my cock so well like the slut you are, gosh you are one of the best pussies I have had,” he says gripping onto your neck to cut off your air supply, as your insides start spasming.

Sensing that you were about to come, the man immediately went to rub your clit, making your body tense up even more. Without warning, you spill out on his cock, milking both of your juices.

It doesn’t take Tsukishima much longer to spurt his load inside you. With some more thrusts, he empties himself fully inside you. Plopping beside you, he slips his soft dick out of you and scoops the mixture of both your cums leaking from your pussy and makes you lick it off his fingers, as you whine because of overstimulation.

After some time, he chirps up. “This will probably be the last time we fuck. Yamaguchi wanted to set me up with this girl, and I don’t want to do this while going out on dates with her.”

You look at him bewildered, “but what about us?”

“Huh?” he asks, clearly confused.

“About us, Tsuki, what will you do about the fact that I’m not with my boyfriend but you?” you ask.

“Maybe teach him how to fuck you for real. Also, if you think I would be in a relationship with you, you are wrong. You cheated on your boyfriend! I don’t want that shit in my life; I would very much like my partner to be loyal, unlike you,” giving you a look of disgust he continues.

“I fucked you because you are a good booty call, and are always available, but it’s time you get your shit together and stop involving me in your problems, plus it’s better if we don’t talk anymore. I don’t want my potential girlfriend to get insecure because of our past.”

With that, he collects his clothes and is out of the apartment in seconds, leaving you rethinking the decisions you had made and what exactly brought you to this place you are. What turned you into this cheating, lying woman, so much so that the boy you had called your best friend for the longest time ever, now looks at you with disgust.

The end

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Pls pls pls do pt 2 of the izzy fic 🙏🙏🙏

Warnings: Smut, I wrote this over a week so if you see anything that should be warned let me know bc I forget what I wrote

Part 1

After months of your sneaking around, bringing Izzy over, staying out for weeks at a time and staying with him, you weren't sure how much longer it could last.

Axl wasn't big on school or anything in Indiana, really. The second he got the chance he got up and left, taking you with him because there was no way he was leaving you with your parents.

Izzy came as well but got himself an apartment away from Axl, which worked out perfect for you.

You told Axl that you'd stay back home and let him handle working and such unless you absolutely had to get a job. Axl liked this arrangement because it meant he knew where you would be and he could keep you safe.

You were safe but he didn't know where you were and you were none too concerned with him not knowing you were in Izzy's arms while he rearranged your insides.

While Axl was busy, on the phone or off with some band, you'd go out for 'groceries' and walk down to Izzy's apartment.

The raven haired man would be waiting for you on the couch and when you entered the room a smile would spread across his face.

You'd come and sit next to him, he'd shower you with love, littering kisses all over your face while his hands roamed your body.

He'd pull you into his lap, his hands would slide up your shirt and grope your chest before he'd pull it off and kiss your collarbones. Your hands in his hair, tugging on it gently as his hands worked their way down to your pants, pulling on the waist band, sneaking in and rubbing your clothed clit.

But your little meetings never ventured far past heated making out. A few times he'd fingered you, making you a whiny mess on two digits pumping in and out of you, hitting a spongey spot you never knew of, but that was it.

Months passed with this being your little secret. Axl wasn't oblivious to your outings, question how you'd leave for groceries so frequently and come back with nothing. He knew something was up and he asked you about it but you played innocent and he wanted to believe you.

It was late and you'd snuck out, it was stupid and you did a terrible job at it but you were so needy. You just couldn't sleep and no matter what you did you just couldn't get off, nothing Izzy taught you to do was working, nothing was as good as him.

You needed him.

When you knocked on his front door he answered, lidded eyes and shirtless, his pants sagging and showing off his happy trail of dark hair. Again, when he saw you he smiled, but it was just as tired as he was.

"What are you doing here..?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. He didn't hesitate and kissed you back, pulling you into him. Tasting him only made you needier and you were moaning into the kiss.

A window shut loudly down the alley between the two buildings, both you and Izzy looked to the noise but didn't see anything. "Shit, come inside." He pulled you inside, keeping his eyes down the alley until he finally closed the window.

He sat you down on the couch, holding you in his lap. "What are you doing here?" He asked again, cupping your face in his hands, those same hands that had you seeing stars not long ago, the ones you remember tasting like you, how he'd lick your cum off of them afterwards.

"I couldn't do it." You mumbled, kissing him again and moving to straddle his lap.

You could tell he wasn't hesitant to stop the kiss but he pulled away. "Couldn't do what, darling?"

A pout pulled at your bottom lip and you could feel your eyes watering. "Anything..." You muttered. "Please, need you so bad." He had a sympathetic look on his face as he held yours, caressing your cheek with his thumb in a soothing motion.

"Aw, you couldn't get off?" You shook your head, moving closer to him and accidently rubbing against his thigh. You let out a soft gasp and your body moved on its own, grinding down on his thigh again and again.

Izzy chuckled lowly at your sad attempt. "Aw, you really couldn't do it? What about what I told you?" You shook your head, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He held you close as he stood up and carried you to his bedroom.

He laid you down on his, quickly ridding you of your clothes. This was the first time you'd ever been completely naked in front of him, or anyone for that matter. The lights were off which helped you some, but Izzy still had his pants on as he hovered over you.

"We'll go slow, alright?" You nodded, finding comfort in his voice.

"Keep talking." You said softly. You weren't used to being this vulnerable, not even when that dude walked in on you both the first time. This was different.

Izzy kissed your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and kept trailing kisses down your neck between sweet words while he got his pants off. "Tell me if you want to stop." He said, you could feel his tip against your hole. "I mean it, alright? I'm not doing this if you're not comfortable."

"How could anyone be comfortable naked with someone?" You asked with a small smile.

"Don't worry," he said, "you get used to it, and one day we'll have a house and you'll be begging me to walk around naked." You laughed at his comment but it was cut off when he pushed into you. It was an unfamiliar stretch but a welcomed one. "You're so beautiful like this." He mused.

He kept whispering praise in your ear and littering your face in kisses but he wasn't moving. In hopes of encouraging him to move, and fulfil your needs, you rolled your hips and a sting shot through you.

"Don't do that." He muttered. "Let me do the work, you just sit pretty, alright?" You nodded, a pout on your lips. "Wait a minute so you get used to it" You nodded again and let him continue to shower you with love.

He slowly pulled his hips back and then pushed into you again, watching your reaction carefully. When he saw the look of pleasure spread over your features he did it again and again until he had a steady rhythm set.

The room filled with your soft moans mixed with his grunting and groaning. "Fuck, you feel so good." He'd say, smiling sweetly down at you.

"Faster." You hummed. "Please."

He shook his head. "Darling, take it easy, it's your first time and I want to make sure it's good." The thought was cute but you just couldn't take it, you came here for one thing and one thing alone.

"I've cum before, just do it, please." You couldn't help but at the 'please', a hint of begging already in your voice.

He leaned down, closer to your ear. "Tell me if you want to stop." He said and bit your earlobe. His hips moved faster, instead of rolling against you it was a snapping motion.

The new angle he was thrusting into you with had him hitting a spongey spot inside you that made you see stars. "Hah! Right there, right there!" You moaned out, much louder than you probably should've given the thin walls. In the moment you didn't care and just wanted more.

Izzy did as you asked and kept with that pace, hitting that same spot over and over again. You were already clenching around him, sucking him in deeper. "Fuck, Izzy! Izzy, m'close, m'so close!" Izzy was too focused on not hurting you and putting your pleasure and comfort over everything else to respond.

All he wanted was to close his eyes and fuck you like you deserved, to call you a whore and degrade you so he could watch you cry. All he wanted was to hold you close and make sure no one ever hurt you, the thought of you crying because of anyone made him inexplicably angry, never mind if it was his own doing.

"So pretty, taking all of me like-" a dirty slut, he thought, "that." He grunted, barely censoring himself. He didn't want to admit it but he was getting close himself, it had been so long since he'd been with someone like this and it was hard to contain himself. "Fuck, gonna make me cum, darling."

You could feel that knot that stuck in your gut the past few hours coming undone. Whines and whimpers left you like a second language, spewing out of you as Izzy went impossibly faster.

Finally, your breath hitched and your eyes rolled back as you came around him. Izzy pulled out and finished himself off, cum spurting onto your stomach and chest.

He kissed your cheek and forehead as he fell onto the bed beside you. "Fuck," he breathed, "should've done that sooner."

You looked up at him, shifting closer. "Why didn't you?"

Izzy laughed. "I thought Axl would kill me."

Just then there was a loud banging on his front door. "Izzy! Izzy, get your ass out here!" Axl yelled.

"Fucking Duff." Izzy grumbled as he got out of bed. He through on his pants and headed to the door.

You followed shortly after, pulling one of Izzy's shirts on.

Axl was going off on Izzy for tainting you or something, for lying to him about everything, and when he saw you he stomped in and took you by the wrist. "Come on, we're leaving." He paused just outside. "And you!" He said. "You are not going near him again, understood?"

You glanced back at Izzy and shook your head. "No, I don't see what's wrong." You said simply.

"Are you kidding?" Axl demanded.

"You like Izzy, I like Izzy a little more-"

"Only a little?" Izzy teased. You shot him a look.

You looked back to Axl. "Why does it matter? You know he's not gonna do anything bad, if anything this should be better for you."

Axl chewed his cheek and let go of your wrist. "Fine." He said. "But, I swear, if you do anything-!" You waved your hand in his face and walked back to Izzy, wrapping your arms around him. Axl groaned and left.

Izzy picked you up, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala as he carried you back to bed.

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ditsy!reader with player!chris and matt with adhd!reader double date fic? 🫣🫣

It was supposed to be a simple night out — dinner at a local Italian spot followed by mini-golf. Chris had suggested it on a whim, wanting an excuse to hang out with Matt after not being able to see him for so long. Both of the brothers always being busy with with own things — but also being busy with their own girls.

But neither Chris nor Matt were prepared for the chaos that was going to unfold once the four of them were together. The minute angel and star met, it was as if the world around them didn’t exist whatsoever — everything, including Chris and Matt, had been drowned out. The girls being sucked into their own little world with just them.

“Oh my gosh, I love your nails!” angel squealed with excitement, grabbing stars hand to inspect her bright, multicolored manicure that was slightly chipping away at a few of her fingers.

“Thanks! I did them last night because I got bored, but now I can’t stop picking at them,” she replied, holding up her other hand to show a chipped thumbnail. “I do the same thing!” angel gasped. “Like, the second one nail chips, I just have to take them all off. It’s so bad.” and star quickly nodded her head in agreement.

Matt and Chris exchanged a glance as the two of them launched into a full-blown conversation about nail polish, fidget toys, and a completely unrelated tangent about their favorite snacks. The boys heads shaking as grins tugged at their lips — this was going to be a long night.

Later at dinner, angel and star kept their conversations going. Talking about random topics, or ping ponging off of one another as they each said something. Though, when the waitress had approached the table — Chris had to get angels attention.

He nudged her arm. “You’re up,” Chris said, nodding toward the server who had arrived to take their orders when angels attention turned to him.

“Oh! Uh, can I get the, um…” angel trailed off, squinting at the menu like it was written in a foreign language. “Wait, what’s a caprese salad? Is that the one with cheese?” you gasped.

“Yes,” the server replied, looking mildly amused. “Oh, I love cheese! I’ll take that, please,” angel decided, handing the menu over.

Then star clapped her hands. “Oh, if you’re getting that, then I’ll get the spaghetti! Wait, no, the lasagna — no, wait, the spaghetti!” She paused, looking at Matt in a panic. “Which one do you think I’d like more?” and Matt just chuckled softly. “The spaghetti, babe. You always steal mine when I get it.” he stated softly.

“You’re so right. Spaghetti it is!” she announced triumphantly, handing her menu over to the server as well. Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, but there was a tiny smirk playing on his lips. “You good, angel?” he asked her, his voice teasing.

“Yep! Oh, wait! Do they have garlic bread?” she asked, flipping the menu back open even though the server had already walked away. “They’ll bring it,” Chris reassured her, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

When the food had finally arrived, it was hard for either boy to think or focus on their food as the pair of girls continued to talk.

Chris poked at his lasagna, watching as angel animatedly recounted a story about the time she accidentally put dish soap in the dishwasher. Matt was equally quiet, a fond smile tugging at his lips as he listened to star explain how she once stayed up until 3 AM organizing her bookshelf by color, only to rearrange it by genre the next day.

By the time the dessert arrived, angel and star had bonded over everything from their mutual fear of spiders to the oddly specific way they both folded your socks.

Chris’ eyes flicked over to Matt. “Do you think they even know we’re here?” he muttered, leaning toward him slowly. Matt shook his head, laughing under his breath. “Probably not. But, honestly? It’s kind of nice seeing them so happy.”

Chris glanced at angel, the way her eyes sparkled as she giggled at something star had said. His smirk softened into something more genuine. “Yeah,” he admitted. “It is.”

Later, at mini-golf, angel and star proved to be just as chaotic as they were at dinner. Instead of competing, they decided to work together to make the “ultimate trick shot,” which mostly involved them both giggling uncontrollably as their golf balls ricocheted off every obstacle.

“Okay, okay, this time I’m gonna hit it super hard, and it’s totally gonna go in,” angel said, lining up her shot. Star had quickly stopped her, “Wait! Let me record it!” she said, fumbling with her phone. “This is gonna go viral, I swear.” she joked as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

Chris and Matt stood off to the side, arms crossed as they watched the spectacle unfold. “Should we help them, or…?” Matt asked, his question trailing off as he just watched the curiously.

Chris chuckled, watching the same scene unfold in front of him. “Nah,” he replied, shaking his head. “Let them do their thing.”

As the two of them finally managed to sink the ball — on the 14th try — Chris couldn’t help but laugh at the way angel high-fived star like they’d just won the Olympics.

“Alright, angel, let’s see if you can do that again on the next hole,” Chris teased, pulling her into his side as she walked to the next course. “Challenge accepted!” she declared, grinning up at him.

Matt glanced at star, who was already distractedly trying to read the mini-golf rulebook like it was the most fascinating thing in the world — when really it wasn’t, it just gave her something to do besides talking to angel.

Matt walked beside Chris, leaning into him a little as he kept his gaze on star. “Think they’ll ever run out of things to talk about?” he asked Chris.

Chris smirked, watching angel skip up toward star, shaking his head. “Not a chance.”

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