#i wonder if it hurt when he fell from heaven ❤️

[natsukiicupcake]

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[i-drop-level-one-loot]

*NSFW* I'll keep you warm (Yandere!Lynx Shifter X GN!Reader)

CW: Intense temperature exposure , Yandere behavior, dub-con, dead dove, imprisonment/abduction

Inspired by @lonelyafacy 's monster suggestion ❤️

Mother Nature was a cruel and indifferent witch, unforgiving towards those foolish enough to tread her wilderness. (Reader) smacked their dying flashlight, becoming numb to the harsh winter cold through their snowsuit.

The weather had turned for the worse, changing from a snowy winter's day into a blizzard that lasted into the night, separating (Reader) from their group. Their lips were stuck together with frozen blood, and their eyes could barley stay open. The snow coming down was deceptively sharp, nicking their cheeks above the slipping scarf and turning their skin into fragile paper.

Although they pushed on, trying to use the stars amongst the flurry of white as their guide, their limbs were losing their feeling, and (Reader) was beginning to wonder if it was worth the battle. The flashlight flickered again as though it could hear their thoughts. (Reader's) knees buckled, causing them to collapse by the base of a tree. They pulled their limbs in under their body, and fell unconscious, incapable of keeping themselves awake through the cold.

Am I dead?

(Reader) smelled something cooking before they realized they felt warmth. They hadn't been anywhere near civilization, so the first semi coherent thought they had was that they had died and this was heaven. Until their muscles began twitching in pain. A large hand pressed (Reader) back into a mound of furs when they forced themselves to move. The hand was warm and strong, even through the blankets (Reader) could feel it.

"Sleep." A gravelly voice commanded.

(Reader) kept their eyes closed, face mostly buried in the cloud like bedding. "Where am I?"

"My home. I found you outside." The unknown man responded while moving around the home, floorboards creaking under his weight. "Sleep more. It'll hurt less." His sentences were short and curt, but (Reader) didn't mind. Whoever he was had saved their life, so he couldn't be too bad of a person. (Reader) fell asleep again.

After thirteen hours (Reader) woke up and was able to sit up without pain, still feeling exhausted despite sleeping for such a long time. Their stomach hurt from hunger. "Hello?" They called out for whoever had rescued them.

A giant entered into view, wearing a hood that obscured his face from (Reader). He held out a wooden bowl filled with some kind of stew. "Can you eat?"

(Reader) reached out from the blankets, immediately going into shock when they saw their own naked arms. "Where are my clothes?"

"Drying. You think I'd put you sopping wet in my bed?"

Embarrassed, (Reader) turned red, ashamed for doubting their hero for even a second. They grabbed the bowl, thanking the man quietly.

"The blizzard has gotten worse. Even I can't leave right now. Once the storm has passed I'll point you in the direction you need to go. Until then, stay warm. Heal up."

"...Thank you."

"You already said that."

"That was for the food. Thank you for saving me."

Although he had his back turned to (Reader) they could see him tense under their words. (Reader) assumed he was uncomfortable with their presence, based on how he kept his face hidden. "My name is (Reader)."

"You don't need to know my name." The man's response was almost panicked, growling as he stormed out of the room.

(Reader) was left upset over the fact that they seemed to anger their savior. He must be anti social..

They finished the bowl of stew and waited under the fur blankets, unable to take care of their dish without walking around in the nude. After some time he returned, taking the bowl without a word, his hand seemed huge in comparison to (Reader's).

"Thank you." They smiled up politely, hoping he was looking. The man shuddered again, hurrying away with the bowl. (Reader) cleared their throat. "Are my clothes dry yet?"

"Your jacket was frozen solid when I found you. It took a few hours just to thaw. Everything is still damp."

"Why were you outside in this weather?"

"I was on my way back from some last minute hunting and gathering."

"Ah, I see. Thank you. Again."

"There is no need to thank me." His body seemed to relax. (Reader) smiled, hoping that this meant they were wearing him down.

"You saved my life. I got separated from my friends and couldn't find my way in the dark. I would have died out there if it wasn't for you." (Reader) spoke as sincerely as they could. "You're my hero."

He took a deep breath. "I have... lived alone for a very long time. No one knows that I am here. I almost... left you, when I found you."

(Reader's) heart grew heavy with guilt. "I promise I won't tell anyone about you." They briefly imagined that under his cloak was a kind of Quasimodo esque being, who risked his identity to save them.

Even without seeing his face the man seemed surprised, turning to (Reader) and staring from under his hood.

"Cain."

(Reader) gave a large toothy grin. "It's nice to meet you, Cain."

They sat together in a strangely comfortable silence, before a gurgle reminded (Reader) that, unfortunately, they were still human. "Do you have a restroom?"

His relaxed demeanor stiffened again. "It is.. down the hall." He quickly handed an oversized shirt to (Reader) before turning his back for privacy, and pointes in the direction of the facilities.

(Reader) threw the shirt on without thinking too much about it, and painfully hopped to the toilet. The building was a cozy little cabin, (Reader) was just now realizing, with pictures hung up on the wall of a family. They wondered if it was Cain's family. But the need to go was stronger than their curiosity.

They collapsed onto the toilet before realizing that there was an odd smell in the bathroom. It wasn't the normal bad stench of a toiletries, but it smelled rotten.

In the corner of the room was a pile of clothes, and other than that the restroom seemed to be empty, with nothing that could be causing such a smell standing out to (Reader). (Reader) didn't want to be snoopy, but... They finished hurriedly, praying that Cain couldn't hear them, and picked up the clothing. The clothes were heavy, torn into shreds and soaked in old, dried blood. A chill ran down (Reader's) spine. Cain didn't want anyone to know he was here. He considered leaving me to die to keep that secret.

How far could I make it in just a shirt?

They left the restroom, trying their best to appear normal. The family on the walls taunted them. Did the blood belong to one of them?

Cain sat by the fire, still hiding under his cloak. Next to him was (Reader's) clothes, hung up on the back of a chair. Maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions. (Reader) sighed, placing a hand on their heart to muffle it's pounding. He still saved me.

(Reader) touched their shirt, feeling the warm dampness and was relieved, because it meant Cain hadn't been lying about that at least. "How long do you think this storm will last?"

"Hopefully just the night. It could last up to a week though."

They shivered at the thought. "Do you have a couch I can sleep on? I wouldn't want to take your bed. Again."

"You can take the bed."

"I'm really fine-"

"Take the bed."

(Reader) could feel the adrenaline shoot to the tips of their toes. "O-okay." Although there was a smile on their face, the previous comfort they felt around Cain was dead. They had trusted him so much simply because he rescued them that they had forgotten that Cain was still a stranger.

Cain grabbed (Reader's) wrist as they passed, his hand engulfing their forearm with his inhumanly large mits. The air became heavy, and (Reader) could feel their arm sweating in his strong grasp.

"Your hand smells like blood."

Frightened, (Reader) smacked at Cain with their free hand, knocking his hood back. Although his face looked only a few years older than (Reader) his shaggy hair was a light grey, and atop his head were two pointed ears, pressed back against his scalp. If it weren't for the coloration, (Reader) CO m wouldn't have noticed the ears at all with how flatly they laid against his head. Shocked, he released (Reader's) arm, giving them enough time bolt out the front door, back into the blizzard.

Snowflakes pierced their skin as they ran, and the warmth they had gained in the cabin was gone the moment they left it's protective embrace, robbed by the harsh environment. Barefoot, (Reader) ran in a random direction, not capable of rational thought. With fight, flight, or freeze, they learned in that moment what kind of person they were.

Between the clouds masking the stars and the onslaught of snow, (Reader) was left completely blind. Without any clothes it felt like their muscles were shredding in their legs. (Reader's) legs gave out much more easily than they had the first time.

(Reader) could barely hear Cain's footsteps above the roar of the wind. Through the trees a large grey monster stalked into view, walking on its hind legs like a man, it's terrifying size was more reminiscent of a bear's. It's ears were flattened, and there was an almost human like expression of disappointment on its face.

"What were you thinking, running off into the woods?" It's voice was hoarse, but it was recognizably Cain's.

As he approached his fur receded, shrinking back down into his more human form, still with animal ears, now naked in the snow. He bent over (Reader's) violently shivering form as they crumbled.

"Did you forget that there was a storm?"

(Reader's) eyes stung as they tried to cry. "Please don't kill me." They weakly pleaded.

"Why would I save you, only to kill you later?" His warm breath thawed (Reader's) cheek. "You were unconscious for a long time when I found you. I thought you were dead. Unlike myself, you needed shelter suitable for a human. So I took one. I didn't have time to clean up everything. I needed to bring back everything I had caught to begin preparing a meal for when you awoke and making it comfortable for when I would eventually make you mine, so I was hoping that you would understand. That I killed them for you."

Cain's hot tongue licked (Reader's) cheek, the juxtaposition between the extreme cold and his sudden warmth made their skin feel like it was being torn off. (Reader) gasped out in pain, too cold to scream.

"I really did almost leave you in the snow. Because what if you left? Found out what I was and told the other humans? But look at you... Were you even conscious when you begged me to save you? Or was that your body acting on its own?" Cain got onto his knees, his skin searing (Reader's) flesh. His fingers digging into their shoulders felt like flames dancing across their body. Each touch from Cain burned. It was neither comforting nor pleasant.

"Ah, but now you're nearly frozen, yet again. Do you want me to warm you up?" Everytime Cain shifted his weight above (Reader), they were exposed to the blistering wind. As the parts of them hidden under Cain's body warmed up in his unnatural heat, the more excruciating the exposure to the outside was.

Tears melted (Reader's) fragile eyes. "Please, warm me up, Cain." Their primitive need for survival made (Reader) beg like a pathetic coward.

The loving smile on Cain's face was brief, before his face began shifting, becoming the humanoid monster he was moments earlier. Dwarfing the terrified human, he ran his rough tongue across their cold body, purposely allowing their body to freeze without his touch before warming (Reader) back up. He relished in the needy whimpers escaping (Reader's) lips as they suffered in the deadly temperature. (Reader) grasped at Cain's fur, trying to pull him in to steal his heat.

Clawed paws grabbed (Reader's) thighs, pressing their knees to their head uncomfortably. (Reader's) eyes widened in horror as Cain revealed his cock, resting it across their exposed bottom. They didn't have time to protest before their body was folded into a mating press, no preparation for their tightened hole, no warning to help them relax. Cain pressed his tip to the opening, and snapped his hips into (Reader's), thrusting in his entire member without lubricant.

Cain's dick was already hot, but with the added pain of the sudden insertion it was like being fucked by an iron poker. The scream (Reader) couldn't find earlier now ripped through their throat, the sound of their agony drowned out by the howling wind.

(Reader) pushed Cain away in surprise, but immediately regretted the action when he playfully leaned back, allowing (Reader's) chest to be assaulted by the snow and hail pelting them from all sides. They pulled him back, cringing at how Cain chuckled in their ear.

He fucked them in the snow, pressing deep into their gut painfully, and humiliating (Reader) further by licking away their tears as they sobbed under his body, incapable of pushing him away. Cain could stop at any moment, but the threat of frost bite kept (Reader) latching onto him, begging him not to let go. Their desperate cries only encouraged Cain to continue teasing them, watching with glee as their skin chapped and bled without his touch.

"It hurts..." (Reader) moaned as they pulled him in deeper.

"If you keep whining like that you'll only make me cum faster." Cain threatened, biting (Reader's) neck to hold in a gasp when they tightened around him. Their knees smacked into their temples as his pace sped up, his twitching cock threatening to release deep inside (Reader).

"No! Don't cum inside me!" (Reader) blubbered into the monster's fur.

(Reader) felt a wave of heat blast inside them as Cain pumped his thick load into their raw hole. As they wept loudly Cain continued happily smacking his wet pelvis into his beloved's, just the action of fucking his seed into them turning him on again.

Cain was already planning their futures together, as (Reader) imagined their death. This wouldn't be so bad, fucking (Reader) like this; purposefully keeping them needy so they clung to him like they wanted it.

Maybe one day, (Reader) would love him in the same way as Cain loved them, and would beg Cain to make love to them, but for now, he was content fucking them like a desperate, wild animal.

Blood from the wind burns and from the tearing from rough sex stained the white white under their bodies. Cain turned back into a human so he could kiss (Reader) passionately, taste their mouth salty from their tears.

"Let's go home, (Reader)."

[circeyoru]

Omg I've just caught up on the Colle tion of Overlords and I gotta say, it's fantastic!

I'm so sorry if you're getting overwhelmed with ideas/requests but the brainrot will not stop, so here goes-

Regarding the Collector's relationship with Lucifer, and how he's technically just a bit more powerful than them, I had the thought of what would happen if Charlie, being Lucifer and Lilith's daughter, had a huge outburst (maybe over Angel's contract or smth to do with Heaven? Idk) and, completely by accident, hurt the Collector

It wouldn't be because she's a lot more powerful or something, but mainly because the Collector wasn't paying attention/had been so caught up with other affairs that they hadn't noticed Charlie getting more powerful, if only slightly

The Collector wouldn't be hurt in any way, shape or form that would cause permanent damage, probably the equivalent to getting a slightly scraped knee to them, but everyone else is completely shocked and doesn't know how to react (with the exception of Charlie who is just immediately and profusely apologizing) cause they didn't know it was even possible for them to get hurt

With how you've portrayed them so far, I'm wondering how the Collector would react, maybe overplaying it and disappearing for a time (while being completely fine) so Charlie gets a bit more respect, or simply brushing it off and treating the Princess like a niece who just made a mistake and offering to help her train along with her dad (very jealous overlords incoming), or smth else entirely

Sorry for this being so long, I've only just discovered your work and have already fallen in love! Drink water, eat food, and take care of yourself first and foremost ❤️

This is for {Collection of Overlords} , check MASTERLIST for the work

Welcome to this series~! Thanks for staying and having an interest!! No worries~ Taking care of myself~~ (I've stopped request cause of an incident, but I'm getting to the ones from before. Most likely it'll be open in May)

Anyways~ Your ideas.

Charlie can't harm Reader/you in any way. She may be Lucifer's daughter, but (as of season 1) she doesn't have angelic powers. That is your one weakness and possible method of harm and death. Otherwise, you can't be harmed or killed under any other power or circumstance.

You'll understand when Part 7 comes out.

As for your relationship with Charlie. Yeah, you see her as a niece of sorts. You did consider being her mentor like you did with Lucifer, but you don't see her as mature enough or needing your guidance that strongly.

Remember in Rosie and Alastor's bit in "Ready for This"?

They're dancing along They're singing her song Surprised? Why, I knew she could do it all along She's bound to pass the test as princess of Hell Like her daddy, she is madly power-fell She's filled with potential that I could guide I concur! Stick with her, you'll be on the winning side

Now notice the part where Alastor and Rosie smile together. "Pass the test", what test? In the show, it could be dismissed, but in this series, no no, there's meaning. Rosie and Alastor, as well as other Overlords, will see a lot of challenges or tricky situations as tests set by you to prove worthiness and capability. Overlords are aware that you raised Lucifer to where he is now, so they step back when it comes to matters of the Morningstar family. Vox stating that he has to avoid Alastor making a deal with Charlie and Zestial asking why Alastor is with Charlie is a sign that they are being cautious so as not to interfer with any possible plans of yours.

No doubt, Charlie is powerful. But to you, she is nothing because she doesn't have angelic powers to counter you. Overlord acknowledges that Charlie is the next in line, but they observe to see if you'll be bring her to the throne or by her own powers. So far, it's all on her own without any interference or help from you. Alastor and Rosie sticking to Charlie to be on the winning side implies your favour and attention. If they were to support Charlie who is from royalty, you are bound to praise them. Part 4 proves it when Carmilla, Rosie, and Alastor were all rewarded, while the Vees that watched it all was punished, and Zestial and Zeezi the neutral parties were left untouched.

Say, Charlie or someone else did accidentially or purposely attacked you. It's like ants walking on your arm to you. You just brush it off.

"Oh, I felt an itch."

You'd be confused as to why Charlie is apologizing cause nothing harmed you, and your clothes were slowly reforming under Alastor's coat that he immediately dapped on your shoulders. Alastor explained and you laughed, patting Charlie's head, you'll tell her to train more and hope to give you a massage.

Ah, the bit about you disappearing. You have little to no public image or presence to the sinners in Hell. Only the Hellborns know of you and they keep themselves because of it. You don't appear much to your Overlords as well. So when you say 'disappear', you'd be implying that you are gone for like 15+ years to cause something to happen.

If that happens, Charlie isn't getting respect, she's getting a full-out war from all the Overlords and their army directed at her without mercy. The other Rings would have heard of it as well, and the Sins are aware of your affiliation with the Overlords, they were your personal army (in a way). So, to see them move against the heir to the throne like that and hear that Charlie's the reason for your disappearance? The Sins will join in on the fight. There'd be a rebellion on hand and the Morningstars will be dethroned to nothing.

After that, your presence will be announced to all of Hell, and you will be back on the throne. No one will take your place again. Before, the Sins agreed to let Lucifer rule because you told them you'd rule from the shadows like a mastermind. But the moment one of them (Lucifer, Lilith, or Charlie) bites the hand that fed them accidentally or on purpose, then no way will the Sins let this slide.

No matter how docile the Overlords and Sins are to the King, Queen, and Princess of Hell right now, their allegiance is to you, the true Ruler of Hell, first and foremost. Nothing changes that.

Wait till Part 7 comes out. You'll see what I mean when I say you're quite OP.

[macaroonv]

Hatsukoi~~❤️

Slowly, slowly, never truly realizing what it meant, I fell for someone.

A fair boy with dark hair, chiseled jaw, a lean body and charismatic personality. The first time, I just took a glance. After that he was all I could see everywhere. Oh, what a sweet and innocent feeling it was. The day I realized that these feelings were not just a mere crush, it hurt. Because, it was wrong in so many ways. He belonged to some other caste and he wouldn't even bat an eye towards me. I was just another classmate for him. But I guess, we really can't help who we fall for. After I came to terms with my feelings, I just enjoyed looking at him and daydreaming. 

But these happy times didn't last. He found a girlfriend who was on another level and I couldn't even compare to her. I guess he likes those types of girls- hot, tall and sexy. I was never in line. I guess I experienced my first heartbreak that day. Oh, no it was on the day he confessed to my friend. Yeah, she was not even hot and sexy like his current girlfriend but he still liked her. See, I was never in line. I was not even a dot. 

Silly me would wait for those mere seconds of his teasing everyday like a dog just because my heart thought that in those moments he was thinking of me and talking to me. Maybe he knew. Everytime, I would go inside the class thinking that today I'll start ignoring him only to be wishing that he'd talk to me.

I guess falling for someone is the most beautiful yet a heartbreaking feeling. Yeah, I loved him even after he was taken. I couldn't help it. My eyes would find him in a crowd, brain would stop functioning in his presence and would only think about him in his absence. So, how could I stop these feelings from growing. I couldn't find other boys interesting because they were not him. I listened to love songs daily and imagined me and him dancing together. Imagined him confessing his love to me. It was so beautiful and sad at the same time because these were all the things that would never happen. What a joke.

Once, he held my hand for a minute ( It was a dare. I guess everyone in the class knew about my "silly crush".) When his hand held mine in his, it was like time stopped. I couldn't breathe properly and I couldn't even look at him. My face became so hot. I was blushing hard. It was just a minute but it felt like I spent a year sitting there holding his hand. That day, I thanked heavens for that moment. I wondered, if a mere hand-holding could provoke these reactions, what would happen if he ever said " I love You ". I guess I'll faint at the spot.*giggles*

Do you know about the Kabedon thing- preventing someone from moving by putting the hand on the wall and caging them between your hands. So well, one day we were making a queue for going to the ground. I don't know what happened, but one second he was having an arguement and in another he got pushed backwards toward me. As I was avoiding crashing into him, I also pulled back but my back reached the wall. And suddenly, he was there right in front of me, his back was facing me at that time. A mere inch. That's how much distance was between us. I stopped breathing in case I ruined whatever was happening. Suddenly, he turned and now his face was what was facing me. He put his hands on the wall behind me to gain balance. 5 seconds. He was looking down at me and I was looking up at him.4 seconds. 3 seconds. We both locked eyes. 2 seconds. I guess he muttered an apology and went away. 1 second. I couldn't comprehend what had happened. I didn't know how I stopped myself from falling down but I didn't fall. Just 5 seconds. We stayed in that position for just 5 seconds but it felt like someone set the time to slow motion. It all happened so slowly. Even now I could remember it clearly. His back. His face. His hands. 1 cm. 5 seconds. Oh, god that was the closest we've ever been. I could never forget that moment. It could not be called a Kabedon but for me it was the same anyway. 

He was short tempered but he had a kind heart. He was handsome in his own way. His fair skin didn't bother me a bit. His grades were average but he was smart. He was cool and had a good sense of humor. He played badminton and loved football. I started not minding non-vegetarians after meeting him. He was liked by all. I guess he was popular. I didn't know he was rich even until my second last year in school. I guess I didn't care about his riches. I saw his good and bad both. I guess I loved him for who he was. The person I fell for had all these quirks and this persona. I'm really grateful that the first person I ever loved was him. He taught me love and heartbreak. This unrequited love of mine was what taught me what it really meant to love someone. 

I just wish that I could have have had my first kiss with him. Even just a peck would have been fine. I would have remembered it my whole life. But this love was sweet and innocent. It wasn't demanding and it didn't need to be reciprocated to be worthy. It didn't care about others, it just happened unexpectedly and turned into something so sweet and beautiful. I could have never known that I would ever experience something like this. 

Those 4 years that I spent truly thinking about him and loving him were something that I would want to relive again and again. Though I'm still not over him completely but it's not the same. It's still true that I haven't found someone else like him. Well, no one could be him beacuse he was he and others could never be him but I've moved on because it was never meant to be. It was never meant to happen in the first place. But it just happened and I'll just get over him. I just want to take a look at him in person one last time to get a closure on these feelings. 

He's not with that girl anymore but I heard he cried after she broke up with him. I was so sad after hearing this wishing that it should've been me who he cried for. I guess they too weren't meant to be. Now, I just hope thay we both find someone we are meant to be with. I hope to meet him again and try being friends atleast. I want to tell him about my silly little crush. I know what it was. But he'll never know. 

May everyone experience a love like this, once in their life and I hope their first love becomes their last. I hope the person they truly fall for reciprocates their feelings. And if they do not, worry not because it was just not meant to be but be happy you got to experience those feelings and that you have someone else waiting for you in their life.

[halloweensuittruffles]

Hi there! I hope you're having a wonderful day!

Can I maybe request some Zebruh x reader where his matesprite is just completely head over heels for him?

Just lots of affection and attention for him hehe (bonus points if you can make the reader chubby and/or with she/her pronouns)

Take your time and thanks in advance!

Howdy hey!! Ah thank you! I hope you’re having a good day too💕💕

Daww Of course you can! Sounds absolutely adorable ^7^

Zebruh x ❤️Reader: Smothering x777

Alright, you gotta admit, it must have hurt when Zebruh fell from Heaven,,,cause you’ve certainly fallen for him baaad.

You two had been dating for quite some time now but you just can’t help yourself!

His lil ponytail, His lil indigo tie, right to his lil shoes!! An absolute darling.

You can just put your hands on his face and just kiss him all over and he just melts

As all these thoughts were spinning in you thought to send said troll a chittr message! You grabbed your phone clicking his dm

“[Insert your user]: Hey! Are you busy at all today? We could go out! Like to a restaurant or something”

Anddd sent.

You waited a few minutes before your phone buzzed again and you looked at excitedly

“THECODAKKEFFECT:❤️❤️❤️Oh absolutely babe!! I���d love to~❤️❤️❤️”

“THECODAKKEFFECT: ❤️♦️What time should I pick you up sweetheart?♦️❤️”

You giggled to yourself texting back you can be ready in about a half an hour.

You put on your favorite outfit to wear and did your hair in your bathroom mirror. You looked gorgeous!

Thankfully Zebruh listened to your request of ‘no hoverboard’ much to his distaste. Not that you wouldn’t mind spending time with him like that it would take forever to get anywhere. So instead- he just shows up with his zebra lusus…he just rode to your front lawn…on a giant zebra.

If that ain’t love I don’t what is.

You tried holding in your laughing as he hopped off his (very annoyed) lusus like a noble in the princess bride or something

“Zeb what’s all this for??”

You finally giggle out of you and Zebruh just flips his ponytail about

“❤️Wanted to be presentable for you dear~❤️ He winked at you offering a hand for you to hop aboard the (even more annoyed then before) zebra. You took his hand and hopped onto the striped animal. Zebruh also got back on the lusus trying to get it to start walking again.

You wrapped your arms around Zebruh, nuzzling your face in his shoulder. The indigo gulped slightly his face heated up a bright blue, as a human you were very very warm. Indigo bloods weren’t the coldest but they were pretty close.

He smiled at you gently pecking at your forehead before finally getting the lusus to start moving.

[rcksmith]

Gold — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “Hello :D I know you have many requests so you don't have to do this, but I just need something super fluffy and your writing is just so perfect and- maybe 18,26 and 40 from fluff list?”

“hey love. could you please write five hargreeves x wife!reader. your works are amazing ❤️”

Fluff prompts:

18. “Enjoying the view, beautiful?”

26. “I’ll keep you warm.”

40. “Come cuddle.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here!!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Thank you soooo much for the requests and the affection 💖I decided to compile these two requests, since Anon # 2 asked for something super fluff and I managed to do something wonderful with those two requests. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves/Fem! Reader.

Warning: bad words and fluff. SOOO FLUFF.

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It was like finding the anchorage in the middle of the raging sea, a mountain chalet in the middle of a noisy city, your little piece of happiness in the midst of all the chaos that was life your life. That was exactly how Five Hargreeves felt about you. You were cozy, warm, good. Like a hot mug of Colombian coffee after many cold years.

You were the little paradise of Five, a vision of heaven for a doomed demon. He didn't know why or how he won you over, how you had so much patience and sweetness with his temper, or why you agreed to hug him when you knew you were going to get hurt with the thorns. But you did. You gave up your peace to embrace his chaos and... Five was grateful.

He was grateful that you hugged, that you insisted, that you showed that life was... more. That the spring breeze is delicious when pay attention, that the sun is warm when take a minute to enjoy it, that the stars are breathtaking on a clear night.

And when you showed him all of that, making Five realize and feel things he never felt, see the world in a way he never saw, he was amazed. It was like waking up to a different life, a different timeline in which everything was good.

The cruel side of the world, the nefarious side of people, was presented to him from an early age, since he was created to fight it, as a machine against evil. So when you appeared, with your sunny smile, sweet taste and such a lyrical soul, Five saw the gray world being painted by a vibrant gold. Because that was what you were. Gold.

It was bomb, like an explosion. Five had this family of misfits heroes and this job, and he concentrated his whole life on it, because that was all he knew. Bad people never stopped, the end of the world always came, calculations always needed to be done. And then a girl shrill firework plummeted in his life and reset the entire world he knew.

If Five had to describe you with the five senses, he would say that your soul smelled like heaven, that your voice had the gift of bringing peace to anyone, and that the world seemed a much better place with you in it.

Then he fell in love. And it wasn’t just a slip or a stumbling block in his heart, it was a fall, deep and abysmal. Five was falling like the fall of Troy and he felt the dazzle that Icarus had feel when flying close to the sun. You were the sun. And just as life on Earth needs the sun to continue living, Five needed you to stay standing.

So he did the most sensible thing, the only thing that made sense: Five married you.

He got married because it didn't make sense not to have forever the one thing that made him happy in his life. He got married because you were the only thing that mattered in the world. He married because... Five loved you and was not able to think of a reality in which you were not his.

When you kissed him, with a huge smile when it was said “I declare you husband and wife." it would be recorded in Five's mind as the best day of his life.

And as soon as his lips touched yours, sealing perpetual vows, Five Hargreeves never felt so... light. All the weight that has always existed on saving the world, the family, the people, has evaporated. Like water. And it was there that he decided he didn't want any of that anymore.

That the life of a superhero, his father's expectations and plans, that whole city would go to damn hell. You were so much more important than the things that Reginald always wanted to prioritize

“You are my highest priority.” It was the first thing Five whispered to you as your husband on that altar, eyes swearing devotion and etern protection.

Five could be many things, good or bad, but he wouldn't care less about being the villain in someone's story if it meant keeping you safe. There was only one weakness in him: you. And no one would ever be crazy to touch a thread on your pretty head.

And while everyone enjoyed their wedding party, Five enjoyed the sight yours flushed cheeks, the big smile overflowing with the purest happiness, the sparkling eyes. God, he would do anything to see you smile like that every day.

But just as he was facination at you once again, so were you with him. Too much in love with the man - now you husband - in front of you. So elegant and wonderful in that black suit, the white and milky skin stood out in that darkness of clothes and dark hair.

Damn it, you loved so much that young God.

“Enjoying the view, beautiful?” Five opened one of the malicious and naughty smiles when he caught you staring at him in wonder.

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist, hugging him while resting your chin on his chest.

“For sure, husband.” You joked, the smile never left your face.

Five laughed softly, his large, warm hands coming down to your shore, landing there, gently falling his face forward to give a kiss on your lips. He just never managed to keep his hands off you.

“Great, wife. Because I going to be the only man you havet.” He looked at you petulantly while you laughed, always used to his strongest tone of voice.

You laid your head on his chest, still laughing softly.

“You are terrible.”

Five dropped his mouth to you ear, whispering with amusement in his voice:

“But you made the mistake of marrying to terrible man." You laughed again “And do you know what calms me?"

Now you lifted your face to get a better look at Five, still holding each other, their bodies swaying slowly with the symphony of music in the background.

“Which divorce is always an option?" You joked.

Five laughed loudly, shoulders shaking, his siblings looking at him fascinated, perplexed and amazed at how happy Five was with you.

Normally no woman would have that sense of humor, to play with something like that, but not you. Five loved that about you. You liked the black sense of humor, the loving teasing.

“No. And get that idea out of your head. We are already married, it is forever.”

“Till death do Us part.” You repeated the vows you had said a few hours ago, and Five felt himself melt in that sentence.

Yes. Until death do us part. And he would make sure it took a long, long time.

You lay down on his chest again “But what are you going to say?”

“Hm?” That was the effect you had on him, it made him forget own thoughts.

“You were going to say what calms you down.”

Then he lowered his mouth to you neck, whispering in your skin:

“That this party is going to end soon and that I'm going to fuck you like my wife for the first time.”

Now you blushed violently, controlling your smile and patting his chest lightly, lifting your face and sealing your lips over his.

“Mrs. Hargreeves.” Five said against you lips, and this time you were taken higher than the sky.

Most married people say that after the honeymoon things get cold. Passion ends, routine takes over. But that's not what happened to Five and you. Perhaps that was only valid for normal relationships and couples, and, well, not for empowered men.

“It's raining again!” You said to Five, coming back to the living room in you two apartment, with two cups of hot coffee in your hands.

“Is tasty.” He said, looking out from the balcony, which gave a view of the top of the city being swallowed by the heavy rain.

He accepted the cup when you sat down next to him, the silver of his wedding ring hitting the porcelain.

“I prefer heat.” You muttered under your breath, pulling your legs up onto the couch, your hands wrapped around the hot cup.

It was very cold. Well, too cold for you, Five found that climate to be very pleasant, perfect for feeling peaceful. You understood him, Five always appreciated things that exuded a light air, and a rainy night with coffee in his hands was one of the things he loved most.

“Of course you prefer.” He laughed softly, looking at you mischievously. “For you to parade with your small and provocative skirts.”

You laughed, amazed, looking at Five in disbelief.

“My skirts are perfectly decent!” You defended yourself, laughing, and Five made an expression of utter disbelief, as if you said the sky was blue. “Yes they are!”

“Uhum.” He drank the coffee, teasing you while you put your cup on the coffee table.

“You love my skirts!”

“Because it makes me want to fuck you.”

“Five!” You laughed, and he narrowed on you, leaning over you as he kissed your jaw.

“You weren't calling me ‘Five’ last night.” He whispered against your skin, and you laughed softly, dropping your hands to his chest “ But I think...”

Then he leaned in even more, hovering over your lips, and when you thought he was finally going to kiss you and stop being a provocateur, Five reached out with his free hand and stole your coffee cup, walking away from you with a victorious smile that said that everything had gone as planned.

You looked at him in disbelief, a frozen smile on you face, which turned into a puzzled laugh.

“You are terrible! That's mine!”

He laughed out loud now, and poured your coffee into his own mug, enjoying your laughter. God, he loved to hear you laugh. And Five knew he was almost never in the mood for it, or he wasn't so cheerful enough to give what he thought you deserved. So he would play with you with small gestures at times, trying to get that wonderful sound out of you.

And this time, it looked like it worked.

“I'm cold and you stole my hot drink!”

You two laughed again, and Five left the mugs on the table before settling on the couch and looking at you.

“Come here” he patted his chest “I’ll keep you warm.”

And you went, crawling until you had your head on his chest, your body on top of his, your warmth being shared.

God, you loved him so much.

“Is that your version of ‘Come cuddle.'? " You provoked, playing, having fun.

He smiled, lowering his lips to the top of you head and giving a kiss there. Taking a second to say what you already knew.

“Yes, Mrs. Hargreeves.”

You laughed, and raised your head to him at the same time that Five did and his. And the kiss you two gave that second was the promise that you would have wonderful years ahead of you.

[missmouse25]

Heya could I request one with Pierre with the reader being nervous because of his ✨thirsty✨ reputation and he’s just trying really hard to prove that they’re it for him xxx

Hello Anon, so sorry that it took so long. I hope you enjoy it ❤️

The Real Deal - Pierre Gasly

first person gender neutral pov // 650 // little bit insecure reader but no other warnings

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‘It’s not that I don’t want you to post those photos. I don’t want to tell you what to do…’

The cursor blinked and blinked again. I deleted the message and started over.

‘You’re allowed to post whatever you like but…’

Yet again, I fell short and erased what I had written.

‘Can we talk about it when we get home tonight?’

Finally, I hit send. The little tick marks turned blue and the reply came soon after.

‘Sure <3’

His answer calmed my nerves and I could finally get on with my day.

~

Dating Pierre Gasly had its ups and downs. The time apart was hard but when we were able to see each other, it felt like heaven. Pierre was thoughtful; attentive. When it was just the two of together, nothing else seemed to matter.

Out in the real world, however, things were different. He was an attractive guy; no one could deny that. But his reputation of being a smooth talker preceded him and it encouraged people to see how far they could go with Mr Gasly.

It worried me. Sometimes it even kept me up at night.

Pierre was already home by the time I arrived from work. He lay lazily on the couch, enjoying his free Friday evening, looking as stunning as ever.

“Welcome home, love.” He smiled as I pushed his feet out of the way so I could sit down. “How was your day?”

“Good, thank you,” I simply said.

I watched as his carefree demeanour changed to one of seriousness.

“You wanted to talk to me about something.”

For a moment I debated whether I actually needed to discuss anything with him or if I was being stupid about the whole situation.

“Love,” Pierre said, sitting up and taking my hand in his own. “You can tell me.”

“Do you always have to post your shirtless photos?” I blurted out.

For a moment there was stunned silence.

“Love, I…”

“It’s just…” We spoke at the same time.

Pierre gestured for me to continue.

“It’s just…” I started again, not wanting my confidence to disappear. “Everyone gets to see those photos. And loads of people sit behind their screens drooling over you and any one of them would commit crimes to be with you. And nothing's stopping you from being with them. Not even me.

“I guess what I’m just wondering is… I don’t really know what I’m wondering.”

I breathed deeply, letting the emotions simmer out.

“Love, are you scared that I’m cheating on you?”

There was hurt in Pierre’s voice and it made me sad to hear it.

“No… I mean, I just know that there’s always a chance.”

We looked at each other plainly. A mixture of emotions pooled in Pierre’s eyes. Anger. Sadness. Betrayal. Regret.

In a flash he had his phone in his hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked, scared and confused over what he was doing.

“I’m deleting the post.”

“No, Pierre, I didn’t…”

“Love, stop,” he said, briefly looking back at me. “If you don’t want me to post the picture, I won't post it. I love you and I’m never leaving you.”

He went back to his mission and within a few seconds the post, along with all the thirsty comments, were gone.

“I don’t want people to, anyone, to think they have a chance with me,” Pierre whispered into my ear. "Because I am with you.”

He kissed my cheek softly.

“You didn’t have to do that. I think I was overreacting a bit.”

“Doesn’t matter, love.”

I snuggled under his arm, more content than I’d been the entire day.

“You don’t have to stop taking shirtless pictures though,” I said quietly. “I still like seeing them.”

Pierre’s beautiful laugh made my heart beat faster.

“But, love.” His voice was deep and playful. “You have the real thing right here. All for you.”

[the-pale-goddess]

Hilde ❤ I would absolutely love a snippet from all 3 Heaven Upside Down WIPs.

You know I have an unhealthy obsession with drunk lord Ethan! His pain and stupidity are like a drug to me and I can never get enough 🖤

Love you, Leah ❤️❤️❤️ Your obsession with this AU enhances my motivation to write more fics about our beloved idiot Drunk Lord Ethan 🥰

WIP Ask Game

The Untitled Amazon fic

Here's a large snippet of the flashback fic!

„Do you believe in God, Doctor Ramsey?”

„I believe in science, facts, evidence. Religion has nothing to offer to me.”

„You've never felt the need to connect with something bigger than yourself?”

Connect.

His mind instantly shifted back to Tiffany. The thought had been hidden deep—apparently not deep enough as it fell on him like a spring drizzle: he found religion in her.

Her presence nothing short of divine, almost abstract to him, effortlessly toppled his rough exterior on every step of her way. She was full of life he rejected, radical and persistent, wearing unfailing kindness like armor. When she smiled the world had a habit of slowing down proportionally to the thundering beat of his heart.

She was unreal.

No wonder she made him a convert. Turned him into a pious man, a believer—he worshipped her, whispering the most fervent prayers between her legs, repenting his sins with tongue sliding across her skin, with kisses sparked by utmost devotion, and he swore never to sin again as he pounded into her ruthlessly time after time.

Yes, he'd felt the need, yielded to it, and let it consume him.

The rattling noise coming from the staircase brought him back to Doctor Peters and his unanswered question.

Ethan frowned, averting his gaze to hide the waves of sorrow in the ocean of his eyes. „There are greater concerns. Pondering divinity is not my area of interest.”

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You

And a little addition to the 2.11 HUD AU fic just for you 🥰 (the first snippet is here)

Ethan knows death—they're colleagues. It's sneaky and unforgiving in all its unstoppable endeavors. He has to use all his tricks to fight it.

(I’m not adding Compound Fracture because I don’t have anything spoiler-free apart from what you’ve already seen kjdfkhjg)

[kellygaby4]

Please make sure your pets are safe inside during the fireworks, unfortunately, my little baby ran off and got hit by a car...and I pray it doesn’t happen to anyone. I will never have a dog who captured my heart the way he did. Minnie is my first love, but Rocket had my heart. He brought so much joy and love to my life and anyone who knew him, fell in love with him at first sight. I am so thankful for the time I had with him. He knew he had my heart and he knew he was so so loved. I pray he goes to Heaven and his soul rest in peace. I love you so much, Rocket.❤️😢

My heart is broken into a million pieces for you.

The little love of my life has passed away,

I never thought I’d have to worry about this day.

Aches in my heart, pain in my mind from the heartwarming memories we made,

I know will never fade.

When random memories do cross through my mind, it’s so bittersweet, to know that I’ve had the chance to share them with you, but to also know that I won’t ever again.

I could never love any other dog like I love you.

You are the little love of my life, forever and true.

I’m so sad it had to be you, to be taken away. So young, so full of life, you gave me so much joy. I’m sorry I let you down, I should’ve protected you better, I should’ve been there when you were running away scared, oh little love of my life. I often stopped and wonder how I can love something so much, but your little furry cuddly arms and radiant angel eyes made it so impossible not to. From the very first time I met you, I was enamored by your size. I wanted to keep you forever by my side and take you to work with me, it even hurt to leave you at home. I anxiously looked forward to the chance to get home to see you again, to hold you, play with you and keep you safe. I’m sorry I let you down, oh little love of my life. You will forever be in my heart.

Countless hours and days lying close to me, mostly right on my neck and chest, and when you’d maneuver yourself deep into the covers, I’d sometimes reach for your belly to make sure I’d feel you breathing. This doesn’t even feel real. I feel like I’m dreaming, and the little love of my life will come back to me. I’m so sad without you. I remember the times I drove you around in my car, you’d sit right on my lap because that’s where you felt the safest, my little scaredy cat. I fit you in my purse. And the times I took you out to places like Target, everyone would stop to say how adorable you are. Everyone fell in love with you the moment they saw you. You were just so extremely special. Like a dream, I often asked myself “how are you even real?” (Charlie can attest to that)...Maybe you just never were, maybe you were a little angel sent from above to be with us for a short time and bring us so much joy and hope at how much happiness something could bring us in this life. The times I walked you around the block, you loved running those little legs, and you loved sitting under the shade of that tree. I could never go back there now. The memory would be too painful. The time I took you to the vet because you were so sleepy and wouldn’t wake up had me so scared that I cried, but you were just a tired baby and that’s when I knew how much it’d hurt if anything ever happened to you. I cherish every moment spent with you, I wish I had more. I wish your angel life wasn’t so short, 1 year and 7 months. I could never give this love to any other dog. You’d always get so jealous and bark at any dog wanting me to pet them or who’d get close to me. Oh little love of my life, I love you so much. And I promise you will always stay in my heart, til the day that I die and see you again. I love you so so much little love of my life, Rocket.