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mrsshabana · 7 months

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Aaah there are so many I want to see but for now could you show Mafia!Demon!Gyutaro?

I'm so glad you picked this one because it is one of my favorites too! This fic takes place in the AAO au. But if Gyutaro didn't go to college and joined the mafia with the other moons instead.

If you aren't familiar with my Against All Odds au, basically demons live among humans similarly to Tokyo Ghoul. But they don't have to eat humans, they can survive by eating any raw meat. Though some of them will still eat humans anyways.

Content: 18+ MDNI, Gyutaro x female!reader, violence, kidnapping, sexual themes

✧:･ﾟ→ My WIP's

𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂!𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏!𝑮𝒚𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

The world of demons was foreign to you, but in the blink of an eye you were thrusted into this life and demons became all you knew.

The only other humans you ever interacted with were the other girls. Girls who were in the same unfortunate position as you.

You were no one special before. Just working your way through life like the rest of us. And that’s how he found you. You were the perfect candidate really. Young, attractive, and weak. He was sure you’d be profitable. Abducting you in the cover of nightfall as you walked home from work after a graveyard shift.

Your abductor, the demon with the two-toned hair, took you to the black market. Selling you to an illegal exotic dancing club. A place where humans are kept captive for the enjoyment of demons. Forced to wear lingerie and dance behind nichirin bars.

This became your new normal.

You hated everyone here. The other girls gave you a hard time because you were new, and the owner of the club didn’t help. She’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen, with stark white hair, two-toned just like the demon that had abducted you.

For some reason, that demon often came into your thoughts. As you sit in the back room, preparing yourself for your upcoming scheduled dance, you think back to him. His appearance was terrifying, but something about him intrigued you. You’ve been an exotic dancer for only a week, and you haven’t seen him since that first day.

Too distracted by your lingering thoughts, you barely notice the other girls shuffling out of the room. You’ve been surviving by following what the other girls do, the girls that have been here for years. And an uncanny feeling begins to form in your gut. One that tells you that you should follow them. So you hastily finish your hair and makeup, slide on your heels, and make your way towards the door.

And that is when you bump into him.

In your panicked state, you open the door too quickly without realizing what’s on the other side. Walking into the man’s chest, with a huff you slip on your heels. Falling right on your ass, at the feet of the only demon you recognize in this place.

Glowing eyes stare down at you with a frown. His lips downturned in an annoyed scowl. Looking down at you as if you are his prey, his frown changes into a toothy smirk, showing off his sharp teeth.

Every nerve under your skin burns, every muscle in your body aches with the desire to run. But you find yourself frozen at his feet. Staring up at him like a helpless puppy.

“I-it’s you…” you whimper as he quirks a brow at your acknowledgment. Crouching in front of you and reaching forward to grip your cheeks with the rough pads of his fingertips. He hums as his grin widens, turning your face side to side, inspecting you.

“Oh so you remember me? How sweet,” he coos.

Quickly getting bored, he rolls his eyes and stands, “Get up,” he orders.

“R-right,” you stutter, struggling to get back on your feet. Once you are able to stand properly you bow and apologize, “I’m so sorry for my clumsiness, please forgive me sir. I-it won’t happen next time.”

He takes a step forward and brings his hand below your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He’s pleased by how you speak to him, it’s so different from how the other girls react to him.

“So eager to please, I’m glad I found you,” he chuckles before releasing you from his grasp, “and no need to be so formal, just call me Gyutaro from now on.”

You nod and he pushes you aside, “Now scram.”

After that day, you learned who Gyutaro was and why he frequented this place. This club is owned by the Kizuki, otherwise known as the most dangerous demon mafia in the world. And Gyutaro is one of their top members, along with his sister, Daki, who so happens to be the manager here.

Gyutaro comes once a week to collect the money that the dancers have generated, and once a month he’ll bring new girls if there is a need for more dancers.

Every time you’d see him, you’d politely greet him. A part of you hates him for bringing you here, but you begin looking forward to his weekly visits, even though he rarely acknowledges you.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

You’ve been here for a few months now. Things have gotten alarmingly mundane. Your previous life becomes a distant memory as you’ve even forgotten what the warmth of the sun feels like on your skin…

Putting on your lingerie, slipping into a pair of stockings and heels before you exit your quarters.

Daki waits for you in the backroom with a group of other girls. Something must be going on. Daki never bothers to interact with the dancers much unless she’s scolding them.

“Girls, listen up,” Daki yells in an aggravated tone, “we have some special guests tonight so be on your best behavior!”

She then begins pointing to girls out of the group, instructing them to come to her, “and… you,” she points to you, “the rest of you are off for the night.”

She picked a dozen of you from the group, “Ok girls, you’ll be having some very special customers tonight,” she smirks, “Come with me.”

You all follow her out onto the dancing stage, where nichirin bars separate you from a group of men sitting in front of the stage.

She instructs you to stand in a line. And your heart sinks at what she does next.

Pressing a button behind the stage, the bars begin to lower until there is nothing separating you from the men that sit in front of you.

And what do you know… there he is. Gyutaro sits nonchalantly with his legs spread wide, a lazy smirk on his face. He’s wearing his usual attire, ripped black jeans, black leather boots, and a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His birthmarks and various tattoos are visible on his exposed skin.

The other men you don’t recognize.

Daki turns on the music and shouts, “If you're chosen, give him a lap dance. If not chosen, you're free to go back to your quarters for the night.”

What the fuck is happening right now. As far as you know, this doesn’t happen. They never allow girls to get in such close proximity to customers for safety reasons. Having half naked women flaunted in front of blood thirsty demons is a recipe for disaster, which is why the nichirin bars have always stayed between the stage and the customers. The only time a girl is allowed to give personal dances is if the guests pay a hefty price… and even then the dancer usually never comes back.

They begin going down the line, each man pointing to a woman of his choice. And for some reason, you’re relieved when Gyutaro points to you. Feeling a heavy weight lifted from your shoulders.

This doesn’t go unnoticed. Gyutaro’s smirk is wiped off his face when you flash him the tiniest smile as you make your way to him. You shouldn’t be happy about this. He knows you know who he is and his status within the mafia, so why are you so eager to see him?

After each man has made his selection, Daki takes the remaining girls backstage. Leaving you vulnerable at the hands of the Kizuki…

Dim lights flicker as you stand between his legs. Gyutaro’s gaze trails down your body, pupils hesitating when he reaches your breasts, and stopping when his gaze reaches your thighs.

This is quite awkward for you. Yeah, you’re used to dancing for guests but Gyutaro has never been one of your guests. He’s always just been the guy that comes to collect the money, you never viewed him as a customer. But orders are orders and in this place you know you have no choice. So you begin to dance for him.

“Stop,” Gyutaro says sternly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward, “Sit…”

You nod and do as you're told, taking a seat on his lap, straddling him. He rests his left hand on your thigh, and brings his other hand up to your face. Moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Why so eager to see me?” words drawn out, his hooded lids stare at you with a lazy expression.

“I-I was just glad that you picked me…” you blush, feeling your body heat up.

He hums, holding your hips down as he rolls his hips upwards. A hard bulge can be felt through his jeans, rubbing directly on the wet spot shamefully forming in your panties.

“I can’t imagine why,” he growls.

You lean forward to hold onto his shoulders for support, “You-you’re the only one I recognized…”

Gyutaro can see right through you as you spit out a half truth. Trying to convince yourself that that is the only reason that you were happy to see him. That you haven’t formed some sick attraction towards him.

“Well, I was happy to see you too,” he smirks, caressing your cheek, “so pretty, so obedient, so eager to please… so sweet to me every time I come by each week.”

His praises make the tightness in your chest worsen, you feel like you can’t breathe. Your whole body feels hot as he leans forward to kiss your neck. Nipping at your collarbone with his teeth. Your small acts of kindness and simple decency towards him have caused him to grow a liking to you. Forming foreign feelings towards something that he only viewed as food before.

Tilting your head to the side to give him better access to your neck, you look beside you. The sight makes your blood run cold.

The man beside you, a demon with platinum blonde hair and rainbow eyes, is busy ripping out the trachea of one of the dancers. Blood covers his mouth, pooling beneath him on the floor. Looking further down the line you see similar acts.

You seem to be the only girl left alive.

Gyutaro instantly senses your panic. Feeling your pulse increase drastically under his lips as he kisses your neck. You begin to squirm in his grasp, but he keeps you seated with a firm grip. Your breathing becomes choppy and panicked, whining as tears blur your vision.

“Hey hey hey, you’re ok,” he coos and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you close, “I’m here with you, doll.”

“P-please…” you whimper pathetically.

“Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” Gyutaro grabs your face, forcing you to look at him, “You trust me don’t you?”

Through hiccups and sobs you respond weakly with a nod, “Y-yes.”

“Good girl,” he groans, “It’s just me and you right now… don’t worry about anything else.”

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lacedupforyou · 1 year

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YOUR YANDERE RIN AND KAISER IS JUST *chef kisses* I RLLY WANNA SEE U WRITE YANDERE REO, SAE AND CHIGIRI < | > . <| >

| AHH THANK YOU! I'll write a something else for sae, (Sorry!!) Hope you enjoy! | This is a part 2, To the Manager! reader. If they became famous. |

Yandere Reo Mikage

Now that he's fully proved himself to the world and to his parents and to Nagi. He feels complete. He had everything he wants, Money, Fame, And Status. He enjoys the attention of being the best.

You as his agent just tried to keep him less feral as possible. You always saw him with Nagi so you always made sure to bring them something if they needed it.

Nagi noticed this and asked Reo about it. Reo never really noticed you and anytime you both had to speak he never paid too much attention.

That was until you had been working overtime in his condo. He was asleep in his bed and you were typing some final health records up. You shook the sleep out of your eyes and continued.

You had not heard his footsteps emerging from his room due to your exhausted self. He was..Sleep walking? You finally noticed.

You shifted to look at him finally closing your laptop after finishing and saw him shuffle his way toward you.

"Mr Mikage? Are you o-" He fell on top of you on the couch. Your body underneath him laying on the couch. You struggled but the weight against yours was crushing. You decided to grab a pillow for your head and rest. You were so tired.

Reo had woken up with you underneath him. He stuttered awake. Your arms around his back as his were around your waist. You quickly got off staring at you wide eyed. Your embrace was so warm and so willing. He almost wanted to go back to it. It was nothing like nagi's arms around his in piggyback.

You stayed asleep. Your soft sleeping form. The way your chest rises up and down. He felt in a trance. Why had he never noticed you? Never noticed how beautiful you are.

You started to wake up. But the second your eyes did a single flutter he ran to his room

You woke up and carried on with your day, Reo had a photoshoot for the front of a magazine and had taken him to it. "If I actually try in the shoot can get go get lunch together" You agreed happily with that same smile on your face. He felt his features blush but looked away quickly.

You walked into the cafe with him and sat across the table with him. You had been texting on your phone for his appointments and that pissed him off.

"Ahem." No response from you.

"AHEM."

"Oh sorry! Yes sir, How can I help you?"

"It's rude to be on your phone y'know."

"Yes but I'm just trying to schedu-"

"Shhh.." The food had arrived.

You ate happily, it had been awhile since it was normal food and not just coffee and quick snacks. Little did you know reo was not focused on food. He was focused on you. Watching you stuff your face, God it was so cute. You were so cute.

He started being more clingy, Taking you and nagi places. But you found yourself pretty creeped out, His coaxing manner was overwhelming. You had gotten an opportunity to sign with a Model instead of a soccer player. You would make more money and have a better status as an agent! Why not! But how would you break It to Reo..Maybe you didn't have to at all.. You left without a word and found a replacement quickly. Some other female who was interested in Reo. You left, Signed with the model and life became a lot less stressful.

Reo on the other hand when a new woman came in and said she was his manager he FREAKED OUT. Where were you? You left? Why did you leave? He can't let you leave. He won't. He spent weeks searching for you and skipping photoshoots and interviews.

Finally the day had come when he found you. At the cafe sipping coffee with the new model you were working with. Damn Bastard.

"Finally. I've found you..I'll make you pay..You're mine."

Yandere Chigiri

At first he thought nothing of you, Just his spokes person. If he needed something he would not ask you though, Your kind nature made him confused so he just kept to himself most of the time.

Until one night he came home pretty upset, He said some stand-offish things but you knew he did not mean them and kept a gentle smile on your lips.

"Would you..Help me with my hair.?" He asked suddenly.

"Sure! I can do that for you!." You replied calmly.

You waited outside the shower door and he opened it. But he had no shirt..Just a towel wrapped around and his soaking hair. You felt yourself get a tint of red on your cheeks from seeing him like that.. But you kept it professional of course and walked in. You took a blow dryer and blowed out his long silky hair, Brushing it perfectly. And perfecting the parting's he liked in his hair. The whole time he just wanted to have you in his arms, and then, he snapped. You ran your fingers through it. The feeling of your hand on his scalp felt unreal.

He grabbed your wrist with the hand holding the towel firmly. Then, It slipped. You rushed out of his grasp out of the room. Both of you feeling embarrassed. You sat on the couch of his luxury apartment waiting for him.

"I'm sorry for that. You hands shocked me. In more ways than one " "That's okay Mr Hyoma! You have an interview in a bit. We should get ready."

On the way there. He asked you if you..Liked him. of course you had responded with a professional, "Yes you're my client working with you is nice!" "I didn't mean like that." That had you quiet. You did not say a word to him the car ride there. You walked him inside the interview and he felt anger and pettiness boil inside him.

Of course the boring interview continued. But then the question, "Have you been seeing anyone Mr Hyoma?" He took the opportunity to be petty. "Yes I am. Y/N L/N." The interviewers face hardened. "Is that not your agent?" "We are a good team. We are bound to mutual respect and they look out for me. Don't ask stupid questions."

Of course, You did not know he said that until too late. You did not watch the interview and picked him up as normal. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood than when you left him, You decided to go take him for some lunch as a treat. Little did you know paparazzi wanted just that. To see you sitting with him eating.

Everything spiraled when you were shown the clip of him saying you two were together. And the flashes of cameras and questions made you freak out. Chigiri pulled your arm away and sat you in the car with him. Which made paparazzi freak out more excitedly.

When you got to his apartment, You shouted at him, Saying your reputation could be ruined and that no one would want to sig with you and that people would hate you.

He kept a smug slight smile the feeling of victory and that he had you right where he wanted you fueled his intentions more. Until you started saying you hated him. That took things to a different level completely.

He grabs you and pins you to the nearest wall. That got you to shut up quickly.

"You don't need to sign with anyone else, You're mine. Who cares what people think I have you and you have me, Stop being unreasonable. You knew what you were getting into. Now hold still."

(This was so fun to write! I will write separate Sae HCs, In a fic. Also, Feel free to send me requests! I'll have them done in no time! Xoxos! Thank you for your request Anon!!)

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dumplingsjinson · 1 year

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I LOVED your new years one thank youuuuu may I request some royalty prompts/dialogue? Like maybe a royal x a royal OR royal x servant if possible please~

(happy new years btw hope you have a decent 2023). 🥂

(A late ass happy new year and I hope 2023 has been decent to you so far!)

List of “royal x royal” prompts

“This castle’s ground is all that I ever knew, until I met you — you, who brought me a whole new perspective of the world beyond these walls. And God, is it fucking beautiful when I’m experiencing it beside you.”

“My father hates you.” “Trust me, I know. My father hates me too, but I’m the only child who can inherit the throne so… You know. It’s rough out here.”

“You’re indebted to me for life, love.” “…Fuck you.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this. We might run the risk of getting caught,” Character A murmurs as Character B’s hand settles on the small of their back. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop,” Character B says, staring into Character A’s eyes. Character A doesn’t say anything in response, and Character B smiles, hand straying further down. “Thought so.”

“I promise you I’ll do whatever it takes to take you down.” “And so will I.”

“I don’t want to take the throne. I don’t want any of this. I never asked for this.” “…Neither do I. Let’s… Let’s run away together? To somewhere else, where no one can find us. Where we don’t have to hide; where we don’t have to be under the control of our own parents.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” “I came to see you, what do you think?”

“How did you get into my room?!” “Might have sneaked past the guards and bribed some of the weaker ones who saw me and injured the ones who tried to fight me?”

Throwing cursory glances at each other whenever their families are in the same room as each other.

“We’re destined to be enemies, not lovers. At least not in this life. We’re not meant to be.” “I don’t care. Fuck destiny, we’ll make our own destiny if it means I get to be with you.”

List of “royal x servant” prompts

“You’ve been there for me since we were kids. You’re my best friend. You’ve been through the good and the bad with me. You’ve never left my side, and maybe you didn’t have a choice in the matter, but you never gave me any indicators that you wanted to abandon me. You’re everything I could ever want. I’m not letting them you send you away like this.”

“The thing is, you can give me anything in the world but yourself. You’ve given the world yourself, but you can’t give the same to me. And I don’t want anything but you.”

“Let’s elope.” “I can’t make you throw away everything just to—” “I don’t want any of those things anyways. I never asked for them. I want you, and only you.”

“Can you come into my room for a second?” “But—” “Do as I say before I make you.”

“What’s all of this?” “I bought all of this for you.” “You know you can’t just worm your way into someone’s heart with money, right?”

“Me or the throne?” “God, don’t fucking do this—” “Did I stutter? Me? Or the Throne?”

“Sir/Madam—” “I told you to use my name.”

“Did you ever think that maybe this isn’t going to work out? If you truly loved me, then you’d let me go and find someone I can actually be with.” “…But do you really want me to let you go?”

“You need to get off your high horse; you’re not better than anyone else just because you have your whole life planned out for you. Destined to sit and die on that throne, or have someone murder you in cold blood to take your place, and then being remembered as the one who died to some backstabbing asshole; a little sad, don’t you think?” “…No one else other than you speaks to me like this. It’s hot. Keep talking.”

“Status? That doesn’t mean shit if you’re not by my side.” Character A sighs, running their fingers through their hair, their head drooping. “Just— I’m sorry, I know it’s selfish for me to say, but please don’t leave. I’ve only ever had you. You’re the only one who can look me in the eyes and tell me how it is; the only one who understands what I really want. The only one who understands the real me.”

#long post #i was SOOO EXCITED TO POST THIS LMFAOOO #this isn’t a trope i usually would write for but GOD #i do love the ideas of these #i know you said OR but… i wanted to do both #writing prompts #otp prompts #angst prompts #royalty prompts #royal prompts #royal x servant #royal x royal #prompts #dialogue prompts #enemies to lovers prompts #enemies with benefits prompts #forbidden love prompts #secret love prompts #request

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valeriele3 · 1 year

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Hello! I hope you are having a good day. Can I request for a wataru and echi(if you don't mind)from ensemble stars with the love at first sight scenario with a normal citizen reader. Like maybe they met when reader just attend their live with a friend or smt. Thank you! It's fine you don't feel like doing it😊

Wataru x GN!Reader x Eichi (Separate)

It was around the time Wataru was yet to be extremely popular

It was a good day, perfect weather, and people are happily going about their day

As a performer it’s only natural for Wataru to perform

So, he did

Being the magical man he is, he quickly gathered a crowd. But his attention wasn’t on the crowd but instead someone in the background who’s sadly scrolling through their phone

Wataru was fascinated. No. Wataru was enchanted, captured, smitten on how someone can look so beautiful/handsome without any effort let alone while being sad with crystal like tears about to escape

As a performer, his job is to make other people happy and since he can clearly see someone is unhappy it wouldn’t be right to simply leave them alone, right?

“Amazing~☆! While it is a joy to see everyone and their smiles. It time for this clown to fly~!”

With a poof and doves coming out of nowhere Wataru is gone from the crowds sight

And with another poof he is right in front of you with a bouquet of roses

“A person such as yourself shouldn’t be sad on this beautiful day”

“Wha— Uhm..Excuse me..?” You stare at him dumbfounded

“Ah..How rude of me. This clowns name is Wataru Hibiki”

He says as he puts a single rose with all its thorns removed in your ear

“What about yours mx?”

“..Y/N”

“Wonderful name you have there darling ☆”

“Thank you..?”

“Ahaha! It seems that you have cheered up a bit. That’s good” Wataru smiles fondly

“On a more serious note..Would you give me the honor of being your friend or acquaintance perhaps?”

‘Hmm..Stranger danger..But he looks kind and probably wouldn’t do anything bad..Then again, that’s why people had a hard time uncovering serial killers back then because they looked too nice to be one..’

“Amazing~☆!”

“Ah—”

“No need to worry darling. I do no harm”

“How can I be sure of that?”

“A performer and an idols job is to make people happy and for their dreams to come true”

“Idol?”

“My..You don’t know? Sigh This makes you more special especially in this world that’s slowly being taken over by idols”

“Aha..Pretty sure that wouldn’t make me special Sir Hibiki”

“Non! Shu that you Every being is special and unique!”

“And in my eyes..You’re the most special one of all”

You chuckle “Fine fine..I’ll believe you for now”

“Please entertain me more in the future Mr. Clown”

“Please look forward to it all. After all, all my performances are amazing~☆!”

The sun has risen..

Which marks another day spent at the hospital

“Sigh..”

‘I wonder when Wataru will visit again’

Knocks fill the rooms silence

“Come in”

“Please excuse me..”

“Ahem..It’s time for you to take your medicine uhm sir?” You say anxiously

“Hm? You’re not the usual nurse. Are you new?”

“Ah..Yes sir! T-The usual nurse got sick so I’m here to replace her temporarily”

‘What the heckkkk..! Why did I stutter?!! This man gives off bad vibes..I feel like I’ll be killed if I say something wrong..!! Okay.. Calm..I need to calm down and do my job properly! They trusted me with this job so I have to do my best’

“Ahah..No need to be so nervous. I don’t bite” Eichi smiles

Instead of just reminding him to take his medicine you got caught in a long conversation with Eichi

It was only until the sun was about to set did you realize you’ve spent too much time with Eichi and had completely forgotten your job

Although you had nothing to do for the day except to check in on Eichi once in a while it is improper to talk to your patient all day especially when they need a lot of rest

“Ah..! I’m so sorry, it seems I’ve overstayed my welcome. I will get going now Eic— Sir. Please don’t forget to take your medicine. Now, if you’d excuse me—”

“It’s alright. I enjoyed your company. And please, just call me Eichi. No need for formalities”

“Yes sir”

“What did I just say?”

“Ahah..Yes Eichi”

“Good. You may go now”

After you left Eichi fell on his pillows which are probs very soft and the most expensive pillow you can get

While he looked calm and collected the whole time you were in his room, he wasn’t inside

In fact, Eichi was panicking and admiring your very being

He memorized each and every single word you spoke

He memorized habits you didn’t seem to notice you were doing

He memorized everything about you

Eichi was completely smitten when he first laid his eyes on you and his love continued to grow when you guys were talking with each other

Eichi is looking forward to all your visits. Much more than he is looking forward to Wataru’s visits which says a lot

A/N: So sorry if this isn’t what you expected or wanted..! I’m still new to writing and I wrote this as fast as my brain cells could

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cheolhub · 1 year

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for science what are your favorite scoupsie hcs 🤓 i don’t think i’ve seen anything like this yet but i’m kinda lowkey obsessed with the idea of loser cheol 🌵

OKAY I DID TWO PARTS TO THIS ASK LOL —

MY FAVES HCS? HMMM

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE HC is that cheol loves fucking in front of mirrors. especially if you had said something mean abt yourself, he literally won’t let it slide. he’s sitting you in front of a mirror, split open on his cock n he’s like, “no, baby, open your eyes ‘n look. look at me fuckin’ my pretty baby—“ AND IF YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES, HE THREATENS TO STOP.

he also makes you repeat after him n everything T-T “who’s my pretty baby?” “i-i am.” “good, say it to me now.” “i-i’m your p-pretty baby.”

i think hes a really good boyfriend in general. never fails to tell you how much he loves you or tell you how beautiful you are. wants to eat all of your insecurities bc to him, you’re literally a perfect doll and you deserve nothing but the world

i also like that he gives off sugar daddy in a sense where he just spoils the fuck out of his partner. if you want or express even the slightest interest in something, it’s yours before you can blink— price doesn’t matter bc you are priceless to him

he’s a soft dom through an through. like he loves praising you for taking him :( loves the way you babble for more of his cock even though youve cum countless times :( loves making you go stupid all for him while he just coos and tells you how much a “good baby” you are

EVEN THO HES A SOFT DOM, i think he’s also #1 brat tamer. he will not put up with an attitude and is so quick to put you back in your place. he’ll entertain you for a lil, but the second you start getting testy, he’s bending you over and making you apologize and beg if you wanna cum

PUSSY EATING KING !!!$$!!!!!! HE JUST KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING

hmm, i also think he’d be really possessive [which is so fucking hot to me] and he’d say my in front of any pet name. [i.e. my baby, my angel, my princess, etc.]

personal preference, but i would enjoy calling him sir and i think he’d fuck with it

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AS FOR LOSER CHEOL?! i’ve literally never thought of him as a loser, just someone that can ruin me but maybe i can think of something…..

maybe ? english lit major loser!cheol who nearly cums in his pants every time he sees you. he always thinks you don’t notice him staring at you from across the lecture, but you do, and you think it’s really cute that he has a crush on you. you give him a chance because, yeah he’s kinda dorky and really good at english, but he’s… definitely not ugly. quite the opposite, actually. and the more you think about him, the more you think about him with his head between your thighs, foggy glasses framing his face??

so you stop him after class one day and he looks so shocked, about to stutter out an apology for no reason. before he embarrasses himself, you ask him if he can peer review one of your essays for the class and he … generously (and nervously) agrees.

so now you’re in your dorm and cheol’s trying to read your words on the page, but they’re starting to blur together because he can smell you. he can smell your sweet perfume on you and on your bed sheets and now he’s hyperaware of the fact that … he’s in your room where you sleep and where you shower…. naked… in the bathroom over…. how you probably have spent nights with your fingers in your cunt on the very bed he sits on.

and it’s almost too much, but he literally loses it when your hand touches his arm. “cheol? is it bad, you look like you’re in pain?”

“fuck-“ he curses under his breath, the quietest whimper coming out and you piece it together. he’s turned on. “i-i need to—“

you smile, feeling flattered. “i can take care of you, cheol… if you proof my paper… i can offer my mouth?” you suggest and when he gives you wide eyes, you panic over the fact that you may have misread the situation. “i-i, nevermind- sorry, that was w—“

“please?” he breaths out, moving the paper fro out of his lap to reveal the large tent in his pants. “please, i’ll do anything…”

#maybeeeee full loser!cheol fic????#no im kidding i dont even know if that plot was good shshbfd #[💌: 🌵]#CHEOL LOML #💭 sar is thinking…#seventeen hard hours

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do Medic Wade and love at first sight? Thanks!

Hello I’m sorry it took me so long to answer. I had to consolidate all my thoughts together. I hope you enjoy the story. Also let’s pretend they are all alive after saving Private Ryan

Wowza

The boys all day were goofing off and doing there own things. It was there one day out of this whole war where they did not have to do anything. The war in Europe had ended. Celebrations were at every corner. As all the men were having a blast and drinking like there was no tomorrow, one man had to face a different story.

“Ok there should be 22 bandages in stock but wait there is 23. That does not make any sense,” the man muttered to himself.

Out of all the days of the war,Wade decided VE Day was the perfect day to count all of the supplies he had. He wanted to celebrate with his buddies, but something in his gut told him to count the supplies. The war was not over yet for him. He guessed it was too surreal that it was hard to believe.

As Wade was climbing up the ladder to count how many morphine he had, the second to last step gave out and gave him a big bruise.

As he was laying down on the floor in agony, a voice called out, “Sir, are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright,” he said as he was getting up slowly. When he finally saw the person who spoke, he stopped in the middle of his tracks. The most beautiful women he saw in the world graced his eyes. She had long, wavy dark brown hair that was so dark it would be mistaken for black. Her eyes were as big as the moon and could read what your were thinking. He skin was fair but had a hint of pink on her cheeks.

“Oh, no, it looks like you hit your face on the counter,” the women cried.

“Uhh, really, I guess it happend so quick I didn’t notice,” he chuckled knowing full well that it was blush.

“Would you like me to get some ice for you?”

“No, I’m ok. I have gotten worse injuries.”

“Oh” the women looked at him with pity for the slightest pity.

“I’m Wade,” he said with the most awkward smile.

“Oh, god, you must think I’m terribly rude for not introducing myself before. I’m Betty.”

“Well, Betty, I was a bit hurt you didn’t introduce yourself before.”

For thirty seconds, they stood there in complete silence.

“I’m joking. I wasn’t actually hurt by that.”

“Oh, ok, uhm… I’m sorry you must think I’m a terribly awkward person.”

“No, it should be me apologizing. You can see interacting with others is not my thing.”

“Me and you both,” she chuckled.

“I doubt that.”

She nodded while trying to think how to keep the conversation going.“Oh, I have a question.”

“Yes,” he looked at her wide eyed.

“Why are you not with the others?”

“I honestly don’t know where to begin to celebrate.”

“If that’s the case,” she stuttered slightly, “in an hour I will be at the pub and I would not mind if you would join me.”

He looked at her with a surprise look on his face. “Uhh, yeah, sure,” he started to turn into a red apple.

“Great!” The girl smiled genuinely.

He could not believe the most beautiful girl he saw in the world asked him if he would be happy to join her. Maybe it was not so bad after all he decided to count his supplies.“See you later, Betty.”

“See you later, Doc Wade.”

As she turned around walking to the exit, Wade could not help whispering to himself, “Wowza.”

#doc wade #Private wade #saving private ryan fandom #saving private ryan #one shot #fluff

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soggykookiesandcream · 1 year

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𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒴𝑜𝓊 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳𝒱𝐼𝐼

Taehyung's POV

"What do you mean?" She asks, "We were coming back home and we were hit by a truck-"

"No, dear," I shake my head.

"Was that all a dream?" She asks, "What happened then? I can't remember."

"You fell asleep in the car," I say and sit on the side of her bed.

"Oh, so it was a dream?" She asks.

"What was a dream?" I chuckle.

"I dreamt of a car accident," she plops back onto her bed laughing, "It felt so real."

"I see," I cup her face, "Don't worry about it. You already have so much on your plate."

"Did you figure out who did it?" She asks.

"No," I clench my jaws in anger, "But I will. I will make sure of it."

"Don't stress about it," she touches my cheek lightly, "It's okay. I'm fine. As long as we know the truth, I don't care," she crawls closer to me and kisses my cheek. I smile and kiss her forehead.

"You're so understanding," I hug her and rest my chin on her head.

She smiles into my chest.

"Are you hungry?" I ask rubbing her back.

"Yes," she replies.

"Go get ready," I pull back from the hug, "I'll get the maids to bring breakfast."

She gets up stumbling, "My legs are numb," she stretches and walks into the bathroom. I chuckle and walk outside the room but hear a scream. I rush back inside the room and into the bathroom to see Yuna clutching her neck and looking at the mirror in terror.

"What's wrong?" I rush to her and she removes her hand showing me the bite mark.

"What the fvck bit me!?" She screams.

"Uh," I look around, "I-I did."

"What?" She raises her eyebrow.

"I kind of slept beside you and," I sigh, "Bit you in my dreams but I didn't realise I was biting you in real too."

"How did I not know it?" She asks.

"You seem like a heavy sleeper," I reply.

She sighs, "You bit me in your dreams?"

"I-I'm sorry-"

She starts laughing, "You made it real too."

"You're not mad?" I ask and she shakes her head. She wraps her arms around my waist, "I kind of like it now I guess."

I grin and kiss her, "Get ready fast."

"Okay, Mr Werewolf," she giggles.

"Mr What now?" I ask.

"Mr Werewolf," she repeats, "You bit me like a werewolf marking his partner."

"Shall I actually mark you?" I raise my eyebrows, "Not just on your neck."

"W-what?" She stutters.

I smirk and walk out.

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"Where did you trace it to?" I ask.

"It's a cybercafe in the city," my secretary replies.

"Get me a list of the people who used their systems that day," I order.

"Okay, sir," he agrees and leaves.

"I'm coming for you," I smirk, "No matter where you are, I am coming for you. No one gets away with hurting my dear."

"Got it, sir," my secretary returns.

"Let's see," I hum looking at the list of names.

"Get all their information," I instruct.

"Might take some time, sir," he replies nodding his head.

"I don't mind as long as we catch who it is," I dismiss him.

"Until then, I'll spend some time with my dear," I smile at the thought of her, "I should have brought here to the office."

I walk out of the office to be met by several reporters swarming around me.

"Sir, is it true that you're getting married?"

"Are you in a relationship with a college girl?"

"What about Mr Choi's daughter. Didn't you promise to marry her?"

I clench my jaws when I hear that. Stupid bitch. She declared that she would be marrying me without my consent.

"No, I will not be marrying Mr Choi's daughter," I reply.

"But marrying her would get you a fortune! Her late father's assets would go to you," a reporter says.

"I don't want money or assets like that. I can earn them myself," stupid reporters, I can get wealth at the snap of my hands. I don't need someone else's money.

"But she's beautiful too," another girl screams.

"Is it because of the other woman? Are you cheating on Mr Choi's daughter?" Another one screams.

"I was never in a relationship with her to cheat on her," I reply. My dear is the most beautiful being in this world.

"Do you know anything about Mr Choi's death?"

"No," I know plenty.

I get into my car with the help of my guards and drive home. I get a call from my dear and I answer it.

"Dear?" I ask.

I hear her giggles from the other side, "Looks like you got mobbed by the reporters."

"I did," I sigh, "Their noses are always up in my business."

"Who is Mr Choi?" She asks and I freeze.

"He was a businessman," I reply, "And he was murdered recently."

"I see," she replies, "What about his daughter?"

"I don't know her," I say, "She declared without my consent that she would be marrying me."

"Oh, what did you do?" She asks.

"A-are you mad, dear?" I stutter.

"No, I just want to know," she giggles.

"Oh, well. I declared that I hadn't given consent," I reply.

"I see," I hear the shuffling of bedsheets indicating that she was on her bed, "Why didn't you marry her?"

"I was already arranged to you, my dear," I smile.

"Wow," she laughs, "You really wanted a poor broke girl with student loans, didn't you?"

I laugh along with her, "Maybe."

"Alright," she says, "See you when you get home. Bye."

"Bye, dear," I reply and she hangs up.

"Why is she so sweet and understanding?" I ask myself. She is killing me. I smile as I pull over at a jewellery shop. I'll buy her something very expensive. I walk inside the store and the staff greet me.

"How may I help you, sir?" A man asks.

"I need a necklace," I reply, "Your most expensive one."

"Follow me, sir," the man smiles and leads me to a glass display with several types of necklaces.

"What type of design would you be looking for?" He asks.

"Stars," I reply looking around, "I want something related to stars."

"Sure, sir. Here," he pulled out a few displays from the shelves.

I closely take a look at all of them. My dear likes simple designs, "This one."

"Amazing choice, sir," the man compliments, "Anything else?"

"No," I reply.

"I'll get the paperwork, sir," he goes away to get the paperwork.

"I hope you like it, my dear."

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A/N- I think you can guess who killed Mr Choi 😂

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Legends

If Cutter was still alive and the team traveled around the world tracking anomalies together. Loch Ness, Chupacabra, and Sasquatch; what will the team find? More importantly, what might the team find out about each other? Series of one-shots

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6349056/1/Legends

Chapters: 3

Published: 2010-07-03 - 2010-09-06

Words: 4823

Rated: Fiction T - Language: English - Genre: Humor/Supernatural - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 3

Exported with the assistance of FicHub.net

Scotland

England

Mexico

England

Part two: This chapter is a 'slight' crossover between Primeval and Destination Truth; a show from SyFy - an American channel that also showed Primeval for a short period. Just one question kicked off this short: "What does Jenny Lewis hate the most?"

Chapter 2: Beast of Dartmoor:

The England valleys and hills were cold yet the team felt it was not from the temperature. One would not expect for the vivid green and picturesque forest to give off such an eerie vibe or to hold such horrendous terror.

"We are in beautiful Dartmoor in the center of Devon, England whilst searching for…" yet the host would not be able to finish his statement for the television cameras because the next thing that could be heard was, "Connor, watch out!"

The film crew and investigators quickly rushed to the spot of vocal distress to witness a large black beast run off into the forest while a short blonde tried to assist a brunette and bloody male. "God, Connor… are you alright?" Abby asked full of concern. "I'll be alright Abbs but I can't believe I let that damn beast get away," Connor said as he brushed the dirt and bits of moss off his slacks. "Let the best get away? Connor, you could have been killed! You should have just let the hell hound go," Abby stated while being obviously annoyed.

"Hell hound?" A man gasped as he approached Abby and Connor with two other people followed by a camera man. "Well, ah…" Connor stuttered as he tried to regain some control over his confusion, "It looked like one. As in what Sir Arthur Conan Doyle described them in his books," he covered with a smile. "Who are you guys?" Abby asked with frustration and signature glare.

"Yea, we're researches from a television on the SyFy channel," he stated while pointing to the group. "So you're… a scientist?" Abby asked, silently hoping, while Connor continued to stare. "Actually, I'm just a television host, but we try to be scientific," Josh smiled. "Oh bloody hell; you're Josh Gates from Destination Truth!" Connor exclaimed as he finally woken from his stupor. "Yea, so, what about you guys?" the man, Mike, asked them. "We are… researchers from London…" Abby began as she stared warily at Connor. She should have realized later as she scolded herself that since the people came from a channel called SyFy, Connor had probably seen their show.

"So, tell us more about this hell hound," Josh began to press the too as the camera man began to focus in. "Well… ah…" Abby began before she was cut off. "What is going on here?"

Jenny Lewis was definitely not pleased to see two of her coworkers with a group of unfamiliar people in front of a camera. "Bloody hell…" she whispered under her breath as she stalked towards them.

'I could kill those two, at the very least I could kill Connor,' Jenny swore as she watched her supposed 'technology managing genius practically drool over the group with the camera man. "They're from a show Connor watched regularly about creatures…" Abby tried to explain as Connor chatted with the host.

Jenny could feel her anger boiling over as she marched over to the group. "I'm sorry but this is a government investigation so could you and your silly little camera please go and let our researchers get back to work?" she requested in the most pleasant voice she could muster. "Well, we are also looking for answers and…" Josh began before being cut off.

"No, you are looking for some story for your show." Jenny stated matter of factly as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Well, we are. So for the camera could you please stated what government offices you work for… I'm sorry, I didn't quit catch your name?" Josh stated as the camera focuses.

"Because I did not throw it," Jenny replied harshly, "Now, We are actually doing work here so go… now," she reasserted before going back to Connor and promptly grasping him by his dorky ear.

Jenny then walked back to base camp with Abby and Connor in tow after she stated some parting words, "Just so you know, Mr. Gates, I can have you kicked out of this country if you hinder our investigation any further!"

"Well, with little help from some government officials who shall be unnamed and not filmed, our investigation was into the Dartmoor beast was left to the unsolved file as something was there in the hilly lands of England but no one could say for sure if it was indeed a beast from hell. This is Josh Gates for Destination truth… signing off," he finished before signaling for the camera to cut.

Later…

"Oh, it's adorable," Jenny exclaimed as the large black lion-like creature continued to purr against her stocking clad leg. "Yes, it does have some sense of cute-ness about it," Abby admitted as she petted it upon its head. "I believe it's a futuristic evolution of the zoo lion we know today. Possible adapted for the urban environment and got stuck here in the forest," Connor tried to explain as he took notes.

"Well, let's take it back to the ARC so people can stop hunting for it," Jenny suggested. "Like that television show?" Abby guessed and could not help but wince as Jenny fumed. "Especially from people who host god-awful television shows on the science fiction network!"

Thank you for reading.

p.s. If you did not get the answer to the question from the story, it was cameras, especially cameras of television stations that specialize finding what the team tries to hide. It's a PR nightmare for her, poor Jenny.

#primeval #itv primeval #bbc primeval #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction.net #archiving #queued

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itsnotworkinguys · 3 years

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Chemistry Professor Yang Hongseok

#imagine having a chem teacher/prof like this i might aced the subject back in school #an au where you have a big crush on him and he knows cause you keep on losing your words every time you have something to ask #like sir sorry i stutter your beauty is out of this world #incase there are honk stans who didn't saw this yet #the coat the freaking stare the setting #suffer with me #pentagon #hongseok #pentagon hongseok #yang hongseok #kpop #kpop reactions #twitter update

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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years

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pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Million Dollar Man | Chapter Four

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summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, discussion of previous sexual relationships with older men (big age gaps), kink talks, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), fingering, 69ing... its really dirty i hope i got it all

word count: 3.8k

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Waking up beside Spencer is an absolute blessing, he is the most tender and loving man in the whole world and she’s never going to get enough of him. He snuggles so tight, he holds her just right and he’s just big enough that she fits against him like she’s always supposed to have been there.

Her alarm goes off at 10:30 and he doesn’t even budge, she struggles to get out of his grasp to turn it off before he just pulls her right back in.

“I could get used to this,” she coo’s as she relaxes back into his embrace.

He kisses the back of her neck and one of his hands cups her breast. He runs his nose along her skin as he takes it all in, “I can come back every night.”

“Okay,” she smiles at the thought. “Are you coming with me to Brookfield today?”

He hums, “I have something to pick up first but I’ll be back to pick you up.”

“Do you want to meet Craig?” She asks nervously, knowing he knows.

“I’m not sure,” he’s honest. “It’s weird thinking he’s slept with you and he has a thing for my mother.”

“As weird as it was, I don’t regret it, he was really lonely after Patsy died and hadn’t slept with anyone in years,” she explains it again to him, it’s easier than the first time.

“I’m not judging you,” he whispers before kissing her again.

“I know,” she rolls over while still in his grip, pressing her chest against his and kissing him quickly before remembering her own rule, “pretend it’s still dark out.”

He laughs, “was he at least good to you?”

“Are you really asking me if the old man I fucked was good in bed?” She rolls her eyes with a laugh, “it was fine, I was used to just laying there and taking it back then.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes for her past experiences knowing he can change them and that she's content with them, “can I make it up to you?”

“It's not my birthday,” she teases him once more.

“Then why are you in your birthday suit?” He kisses her neck as her back arches, giving him the access to do whatever he pleased.

This was her favourite part of sleeping with him, he was handsy and he kissed everywhere. He was so tentative, he was gentile and sensual and she loved him. The way he kissed her body, his hands on her back as she arched, grinding against him as his leg slipped between hers.

“Daddy?” She’s already breathless as she anticipates whatever he’s going to do to her.

He hums, “what baby?”

“Can we try something?” She looks at him with puppy dog eyes, wanting more of him and knowing exactly how to get it.

“What?” He looks from her eyes to her lips and back.

She smirks, “lay back?”

He does as she asks and she makes a quick move to straddle him, reverse cowgirl, and it makes him gasp. He hooks his arms under her legs and pulls her hips towards his face as she grips his cock at the base.

She’s never done this before, excited to finally experience her two favourite things at once, with her favourite person. Taking him in one go down her throat as far as she can, he moans against her thigh as he works his way towards her dripping core.

He pulls her in closer, burying his tongue inside of her as she swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, stroking what doesn’t fit in her mouth. She moans around him as he sucks her clit into his mouth. When he slides a finger into her, she gasps as she runs her tongue along the shaft, “more please, daddy?”

He adds a second finger and curls it with each thrust, she strokes him in time with his fingers rubbing her tongue on the slit, pushing him closer and closer and closer until he’s moaning into her cunt as he finger fucks her relentlessly.

She cums on his face with a quake, her whole body shaking as she sucks one of his balls into her mouth and keeps jerking him. He cums over her hand then, finally releasing her clit from his mouth, they both sigh as they come down from their highs.

She rolls off him, feet on her pillow and hand cupping her own breast as she tries to catch her breath, “yeah, I can get used to waking up next to you.”

—

“Bullshit!”

Y/N reaches for the apparent 3 4’s that Craig dropped in the pile, filling them to see he was indeed truthful and handing them to Diana. “You’re slacking today.”

“I do so much better when I don’t know who he is,” Diana smirks as she takes the cards.

“Speaking of,” she smiles to herself as she looks through her own cards, “your son, Spencer, is coming to see you today.”

“How do you know that?”

“I might be dating Spencer,” she scrunches her face in anticipation of her reaction.

“Really?”

She nods, a smile building on her face as she starts to feel a bit flustered, “yeah, I met him last year and we’ve been friends for a while but it’s getting serious, so I thought I’d tell you.”

She’s quiet as she thinks about it and Y/N’s anxiety goes to full blast, “I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” Diana asks.

“For not telling you and pretending I don’t know him,” she's quick with her response. “He knows we know each other from your notes but we didn’t talk about it until last night, I feel so bad keeping that from you but I've known him the whole time.”

“I was going to introduce you to each other in the hopes you would take care of him, you’re wonderful and he needs someone who he doesn’t have to look after. I’ve thought you would be good for him for quite a while actually,” Diana compliments her with a smile. “Try calling bullshit on that.”

It makes her laugh, leaning over into Diana’s space as she wrapped her arms around Y/N, “well as good as I am to him, he’s even better to me.”

Holding Diana was nice, she missed her moms so much that it was a good substitute until she saw her own again.

“How did you meet?”

Y/N pulls back with a stutter, “uh, well we met online actually and he took me to dinner and we got to talking and we’ve been really good friends for a while, he uh, he’s the reason I’m getting my book published.”

“Really?” She blinks a few times the way Spencer does when he tries to absorb information.

She wasn’t dumb, she knew her son had money and he was a lot older than her and that meeting on the internet isn’t as innocent as it sounds.

“He’s my best friend.”

She smiles again, “that’s the key to a successful relationship.”

Craig was quiet the whole time, staring at his cards and drinking his water while they talked. “For what it’s worth,” he adds, “I think he’s lucky to have you, you’re a good woman.”

Y/N’s so busy looking at Craig with a smile that she doesn’t notice Spencer walk-in or the way Diana gleams at him. He walks up behind her and rests his chin on her shoulder, “Hey, pretty woman.”

She jumps slightly before laughing, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek quickly, “hey mom,” he makes his way from Y/N to Diana.

Hugging her quickly before coming to sit beside Y/N again, he notices Craig too and waves, “nice to meet you as well, sir.”

She analyzes his face as he looks at Craig, worried that he’s going to go full alpha male and start a fight or something crazy like her old boyfriends would. But he smiles and he’s calm, he holds her hand and they play another few rounds of cards and it's like they’ve all been friends for years.

Visiting hours are about to come to an end when Spencer finally brings it up, “how would you feel if I moved to LA for a little while?”

She’s really confused, “are you getting a transfer at work?”

“No, Y/N has a job offer and I’d like to go with her,” he’s honest with his mom, it’s easier than with anyone else. “I’ll travel here whenever you need me, and once a week just to say hello.”

“Or I can finally go back to Vegas,” she says it like she’s been thinking about it for a while. “I miss my friends and my sister, Spencer.”

“And I’m thinking about moving there as well so my pneumonia isn’t as bad this winter,” Craig adds, sitting closer to Diana than before and taking her hand.

Spencer looks very uncomfortable and Y/N can feel it radiating off him, “my moms are also in Vegas, it would be nice for all of you to be close.”

“I think that would be nice,” Spencer agrees, “and then we can just take a short trip to Vegas once a week to visit with you.”

“That would be lovely,” Diana smiles, “even on my bad days I don’t forget who Craig is to me, I know he’s my best friend in here and I’m really glad you’re comfortable with this.”

Spencer smiles, it’s awkward for him to know everything that he knows, and by the way Craig looks at him, he knows Spencer knows.

“Please, just take care of her,” is all Spencer has to say to him. “I’ve already been to prison once.”

“Spencer,” Diana scolds him while trying not to laugh at the absurdity.

“I’m kidding,” he smiles, “I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“It’s only taken us 30 years,” she reaches out a hand for Spencers, “but we did it.”

It’s a beautiful moment that Y/N gets to witness, she holds a hand to her heart as Spencer wraps his arms around his mom. She was doing amazing, she was happy and even happier that Spencer was happy.

“We did it,” Spencer agrees, holding her close, always a mama’s boy at heart.

—

They stop at his apartment on the way home, he needed some things for the next 2 days and his suitcase for this weekend. His apartment was always so dark and cold, the green was beautiful but it was far too sad. It didn’t feel like Spencer, it didn’t have his energy or personality, it was just a few walls and a bunch of books.

She sits on his couch and touches her necklace, remembering when he gave it to her and how she thanked him. He was rummaging around in his room without her, leaving her with time to just think about sucking him off on this couch, being between his legs, the feeling of him in her mouth, knowing she already had him this morning but she still wants him again.

She gets up from her seat and walks into his bedroom, pushing him up against the wall, he’s a little startled but he smirks, “what?”

“Is there a word for ravenous for dick?” She teases.

“Horny,” he responds with a giggle, “ovulating? Frustrated, deprived, desperate... slut.”

“I like the last 2 together.”

“What else do you like?” He whispers as she leans in to brush their noses together, “we’ve never discussed your needs, you’ve always just asked about mine, but this isn’t all about me.”

“It was when you were paying me,” she rationalizes, “I’m pretty basic, I’ll try anything once.”

“But what do you like the most?”

“You,” she’s honest. “How big you are for one, the fact you can just throw me around like a rag doll if you wanted… I like your hands, and your mouth and I like how you talk, I like how sweet you are, I like how we could do the dirtiest fucking things in the whole world with each other. I like that we could do the roughest, kinkiest and most intense scenes and yet I’m completely safe with you.”

He swallows and his Adam's apple bobs right in her view, she can’t help herself from kissing his neck, licking along the pulse point before sucking a deep purple mark into his skin, “what do you like besides me?”

“Praise,” she whispers.

“Good girl.”

“Mild degradation,” she kisses his neck again and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Spanking, raw missionary and messy kisses,” every new thing comes with a kiss as her hands reach down to palm him through his slacks, “pleasing my partner, knowing you get off to me, watching, being watched, belonging to you.”

He takes her chin in his hands and makes her look up at him, “in what sense?”

“Mark me, claim me, breed me,” she whispers and his eyes darken, she swears there is a growl that leaves his throat.

“I want everyone to know I’m yours, show everyone who I belong to, let everyone know only you can please me and show them that no one is better for me than my daddy.”

“You’re evil saying all this knowing I'm not going to fuck you yet,” his voice has never been this low, his eyes are black and the grip he has on her is so tight it makes her gasp.

“You asked,” she smirks, “and if you expect me to be an obedient little submissive, you’re very wrong. "

He gulps and the mood changes very quickly.

"I’m a brat and I’m a switch, and I have more control here than you do.” She tightens her grip around his cock and he whimpers, “that’s what I thought.”

She undoes his button and takes him out, licking her palm while making eye contact with him, she then wraps her hand around him and pumps up and down his shaft. Gathering his precum that’s collected from simply listening to her, his hand on her chin had made its way into her hair and his other grips her hip tighter than ever before.

“I want to fuck all day long,” she whispers, leaning in more and brushing her bottom lip against his, “I want you to come and find me when you’re bored and just bend me over and take me, I want to just sit on your lap while to read and ride you, I want to fall asleep with you deep inside me and wake up full of your cum.”

He tosses his head back against the wall, groaning as she slows her movements. She drags her hand up, squeezing at the head as he thrusts back into her hand, all she can think about is how good it’s going to be when he’s pushing inside of her, not just in her fist.

“Does it feel good, daddy?” She teases him again, “are you thinking about my tight little pussy? Hmm?”

“Gonna cum,” he whispers.

“I don’t think that's how you ask.”

His hips sputter as he fucks her hand, “please, mommy?”

It’s so unexpectedly hot she clenches around nothing, aching for him with how horny she is, she drops to the floor, wrapping her mouth around the head, he cums within seconds. She pumps every last drop onto her tongue before standing and connecting their mouths once more, swapping his cum back into his own mouth, but he doesn’t swallow.

He simply picks her up and tosses her onto the bed, pulling her jeans and panties down and off one leg to expose her dripping pussy. He lifts her hips and spreads her open, running a finger over her clit before spitting his own cum into her.

It’s such a sight, she gasps at the feeling. It’s so hot and wet and then he’s pushing it in with two fingers and fucking them into her. Rubbing her clit at the same time, she cums by surprise, it’s so intense all she can do is grip her breasts and wrap her legs around him for support. She trembles, moaning and whining as he keeps going, curling his fingers just right to rub her g-spot and keep the sensation roaring as long as she lets him.

She lives in the feeling as long as possible before it starts to get to be too much, “okay,” she’s breathless and exhausted, lying there with her eyes closed when he pulls his fingers out of her, falling asleep from how relaxed her whole body is.

—

Spencer was in her bathroom brushing his teeth for the night while she slipped into her PJs.

She felt giddy, like a kid on Christmas Eve, thinking about how exciting tomorrow would be that the prospect of sleeping seemed almost impossible. She couldn’t wait to hold him and snuggle him and feel the way he kisses her shoulder when he rolls over. She loves him so much that sleeping beside him is almost more important to her than anything else they do together.

Because when he sleeps, his guard is down. When he sleeps beside someone, it’s because he’s truly and fully safe with them. He’s told her about all the people he’s slept with, how many of them didn’t stay the night and how many he’s walked out on. She knows he’s not a fan of sleepovers from his childhood and he’s never been in a long-term relationship to even consider sharing a bed with someone before her.

In the beginning, he didn’t want to sleep beside her because he knew he’d catch feelings, she understood and so they bought a pull-out couch for her apartment. He would sleep in her living room and she would lay awake in her bed thinking about how much better it would be if she could cuddle with him until she drifted off to sleep.

She crawls into her bed and watches the bathroom door as she rubs hand lotion into her skin, hoping he actually comes back to her like he promised and doesn’t retreat to the living room. She smiles at him when the door opens and his sight goes right to her wrists as she smoothes the lotion over her skin.

“I forgot to give you your present today,” he gasps and rushes to his suit jacket in the closet.

He comes back to bed with another box, “how much jewellery are you going to buy me?”

“Two more of the gifts are jewellery,” he smiles as he opens the box for her.

It’s a silver bracelet with diamonds and Rubys in a heart shape, like the necklace in pretty woman turned into a bracelet. It’s so pretty she doesn’t know how to react, “you’re crazy, you know that?”

He nods with a smile, “crazy for you.”

“Don’t,” she raises her brows with her pointer finger raised, shushing him. “You know what being all lovey-dovey does to me, and I'm tired.”

It makes him laugh, “I’m just going to leave this on the dresser.”

She takes it from him and stops him from getting up, “no, I’ll just leave it on here, just get into bed, please?” She moves it to her night table and pulls the sheets back so he can get into bed with her. She turns off the lamp on her night table and watches him lay back on his side of the bed.

She snuggles into his chest and places her face in the crook of his neck. Holding him as close as humanly possible, he smells like home and safety.

“I love you so much, Spencer,” she whispers it, feeling very needy and emotional and she has no idea why.

He simply kisses the top of her head while soothing his hand over her back, “I love you just as much, Y/N.”

It was rare for them to use each other's real names, so much of their time together was spent in silence but when it wasn’t, they referred to each other with a long list of different pet names. It made it less personal, it kept their real lives separate and created a world where they just existed with each other.

A world where he wasn’t Spencer Reid with 3 PH.D.s, a drug problem and a sick mother. When he was with her he was just a guy who liked to explore. He was her buddy who took her to museums and concerts, he was her daddy who held her hand when they walked to the park together to play chess, he was her sweetheart on nights when he cried and needed some love.

Tonight he’s just Spencer.

He’s everything he’s been before and nothing like his old self all at the same time. He’s constantly having a breakthrough, he’s broken through ceilings of grief and trauma, grown past the names he’s been called and adjusted to the fact this is how his life is and he's not as evil as he thinks he is.

He’s happy and content. He’s so much different now than how he was when she met him and while he likes to thank her for that, he always had the power to get here. It was a long road to recovery, he just happened upon her on the path and brought her along for the journey and now she’s never going to leave him.

“Are you crying?” He asks, bringing her back to reality to notice that yes, she is indeed crying.

She nods and sniffles, wiping her tears with his t-shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”

“Hey,” he pets her hair and waits for her to look up at him. “What do you say when I apologize for crying?”

“Don’t apologize, your feelings are important to feel so you can move past them,” she whispers the mantra her parents raised her on, something that really helped him.

“I'm not crying because I’m hurting,” she whispers. “I’m crying because you’re not anymore.”

“What?”

She realizes it comes out weird, “I’m proud of you, and I’m happy that I get to love you now.”

“How long have you loved me?” There’s a small sadness in his voice like he wishes he could have moved faster for her.

“Since you told me you’d help me get my book published just for going to museums with you,” she whispers, “because you saw me as talented and worthy of greatness and you wanted to help me succeed instead of wanting to pay me to suck your dick in a more legal way.”

“I was in it for a friend,” he’s said it before, “it was easier to pay someone to hang out with me than stumble across someone who would understand me this well.”

“I can’t imagine you just going to a park and striking up conversations with someone,” she laughs, “I think it was just meant to happen like this.”

He sighs, “I’d do it again.”

“What?” She’s too tired and sad to follow his train of thought.

“I’d go through all the pain and trauma again, exactly the same way if it brings me right back here. Right to you.”

She pulls back from his neck and connects her lips to his faster than ever before, kissing him deeply as she cries again.

“I love you,” she whispers against his lips between kisses, he whispers it right back.

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Beautiful - Kaz Brekker.

Requests: “Also, the image of Kaz comforting with soft aftercare sobbing hot tears reader after being immensely physically and emotionally overstimulated - lives in my head rent free. Just saying. 💁💁💁”

“29 smut and 4 fluff with the Kaz AU please? Your writing style is ✨immaculate✨”

“hey there! may i request a smut fic on Kaz Brekker x reader with 43, 48 and 54? obviously everything else is your choice :)”

Fluff prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”.

Smut prompts:

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

43. “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

48. “I only want to please you.”

54. “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader.

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, nsfw, dirty talk, overstimulated, Kaz!soft dom.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

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

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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Your chest rose and fell frantically, your mouth half-open in a moan or silent scream, your head thrown back on the black pillows, one hand clutching the sheet with the despair of a shipwrecked at sea. The air was hot and heavy and sizzling, the scent of sex and lust had long time flooded the room and now the fragrance only deepened.

His hot tongue licked your most swollen and quivering spot, his lips closing on your absurdly wet crest and sucking with sensual hunger. The electrifying sensation made you want to close your legs for the pleasure and pain of overstimulation. But Kaz kept both hands firmly on your thighs, separating them precisely, allowing him to eat you like a starving man for years. As if he hadn't already fucked you intensely minutes ago.

“Sir!” You moaned loudly, your back arching and hot tears streaming down your eyes.

You sobbed, the sounds already mingling in your stuttering mouth, reducing you to a tearful mess. But Kaz didn't give you relief. His mouth dipped deeper, his lips eating you adoringly, his hands curling around your thigh and pulling you closer. As if it were still insufficient.

“F-fuck-! S -...” Your incoherent scream was lost in throat, sounding absurdly submissive, innocent and desperate.

Brekker chuckled a little arrogantly. The vibration of his laughter hitting your walls so swollen and wet was enough to push you over the edge. The explosion of artifice behind your eyelids make your heart to pound wildly in chest.

Kaz lifted his mouth minutely, looking up at you, his cocky smile still gracing his lips swollen and wet from your orgasm. “ I didn’t know you were so sensitive."

It was a mockery, of course. And you would have rolled your eyes at that bastard if you had the strength. But you were just a mess that was pushed to the bottom of the well, so you just ran your fingers through Kaz's hair, the tears still flowing and the breath coming in a gasp from your lips.

Brekker has always had an overwhelming hunger, especially for you. He already had a controlling and dominant personality, always seen in the highest positions of command, always the boss, and being able to bend you at his feet was such an intense feeling that you never thought it possible for anyone to feel. He was careful at the beginning of the relationship, testing the limits, asking if you were okay and giving you the security password. But as time went on, when Kaz realized that your limit line was too far away, that you loved being tearful mess for him, things got really intense.

And you loved every second. And that's why you provoked so much tonight.

Your smile was mischievous, filled with that facade of fake innocence and prickly puppy dog eyes. Your dress was tight and silky black, hugging your curves the way you knew Kaz couldn't control himself.

You were excited to overwhelming levels. Kaz had been traveling on business for the past three days and you felt much more needy than usual. And he had rules, explicit rules that involved you not can’t to touch yourself alone, your orgasms were his, so seeking relief with yourself wasn't an option.

And now he had arrived and needed to prioritize what the Crows were telling him about what had happened while he was gone. Normally, you would have understood. Kaz was an absurdly busy man, but you couldn't wait any longer. When he called you saying he was arriving at the crow club, you dressed immaculately and went to wait for him there, like just a like a girlfriend who was missing him. Not like a little devil who had much more impure intentions.

You realized that had successfully carried out your plan from the way Kaz looked at you the second he saw you. With hunger, visseral desire and sinful lust. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you. Brekker and you tried to keep up appearances for the rest of the gang, in a fiery game that only the two of you knew. But his hand was glued around your waist the entire time, in a possessive touch.

You had even been distracted a little more by Jesper's jokes when a voice, warm and sinful, whispered huskily in your ear: “When we get home I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

The two of you already lived together, and Brekker lavished himself on that luxury by banging your back on the door when getting home. In an aggressive kiss, permeated with lust and longing, your body was already hot and you could feel panties wet without him even touching you right.

"I missed you." You whimpered into his mouth, your arms wrapped around his neck as you purposely pressed your breasts against his male chest. "I only want to please you."

"You have no idea how much I missed you." His mouth dipped into your once more, his hands roving possessively over your body.

“I doubt.” You stubbornly teased, just because you wanted more attention. More attention from him.

Kaz smiled that dissolute sideways smile, bringing a hand up to your throat and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

He had already made you come three times. Fucking you and eating you like an insatiable man, never feeling satisfied to see his own cum ooze out of you or feel you cuming.

"Fucking good slut." Another slap was delivered to your left thigh, followed by a possessive squeeze.

Kaz was on top of you again, slamming his mouth into yours in a fierce way, making you taste your own taste. It wasn't a pretty or elegant kiss. Tongues danced at once and your cum mixing with saliva. You sobbed loudly, your hands on his chest, the tears running hot and mixing with your smudged mascara. You were a tearful mess, exuding that submissive innocence. And the way you were vulnerable and at his mercy only fueled his hunger.

Kaz Brekker wanted more.

"Are you going to take my cum inside you like a good girl?" His voice was warm and lusty.

You stuttered, your breath burning in your chest and your pussy swollen with aching clit.

"D-daddy." You whimpered “I-I don't know if I c-can.” Your waist moved to his, and a broken moan escaped as your rubbed against his throbbing cock.

“Oh my poor baby.” His mouth was on your again, his cock rubbing against slippery entrance and swallowing your moans and sobs.

You two had a security password, and Kaz knew damn well you remembered and were perfectly lucid to say it. But the truth was, you didn't want to. You liked hunting, you liked the game, you liked being helpless in his arms and being used like a doll. And you knew Kaz knew that.

"Can't you handle my dick?" He tasted you, the tip of his cock pressing into your entrance.

You threw your head back, a moan along with a loud sob escaping your mouth and hot tears flowing in a steadier rhythm. Your hands were trembling against his chest, breasts rising and falling desperately with your panting breath. You shifted your waist, and Kaz used it to sink deep inside you.

Your scream came broken and fighting breath. Brekker bit his lip hard for the overwhelming pleasure it was to see you like this, feel you like this, enter your pussy and feel you throbbing strongly and sucking his cock inside.

"Fucking hell!" It hit your G-spot, and you felt a sob choke in throat.

Kaz hit again and sank down as far as possible, touching the tip of his cock to the mouth of your uterus and pouring all the hot cum there. For the second time that night.

"Fuck- Daddy!" You squinted your eyes and the scream was caught in your throat by your panting breath.

You pussy burned from overstimulation, her clitoris extremely sore and swollen. The hot tears flowed continually, and you buried your face in the crook of Kaz's neck, whimpering.

"My little princess." Kaz's warm arms encircled you, tracing lazy circles with his thumbs across your warm skin. “You did so, so good. Taking it all like a such good girl.”

You hiccuping. Your legs and hands trembling, your pussy swollen and throbbing. You breath burned in chest and you could have sworn your womb felt filled with Kaz's cum. As if the deep he poured into you, as deep as possible, had reached his goal and filled you up. Completely.

Kaz pulled his dick out of you gently, but pulled your panties back between your legs to keep his cum from leaking out. A realization that made you both moan softly.

“We don't want it to drain do we?" He sprinkled a little kiss on your trembling lips, his right hand wiping the tears from your cheek and holding your face sweetly. “Will you hold my cum inside you like a good girl?”

Even weak and sobbing, you nodded, bending your head to his touch and rubbing your cheek in his hand. Kaz lay down beside you, wrapping his arms around your shivering body and pulling you lovingly into his chest, brushing the strands of sweat from your forehead and wiping away your hot tears with his thumbs.

"My beautiful girl."

Kaz ran his hands over your body in a tender, gentle touch, soothing the trembling in your legs. Pampering your warm skin with loving sweets, splashing a few kisses on youd cheeks and gently nuzzling your hair.

"Sweetheart, you’re my entire world" a kiss to the bridge of your nose was poured "You know that don't you?"

"I know, Kassy." Your voice was low and tired, breathing starting to settle.

You and your body both protested when Kaz got up from the bed and picked you up. His warm arms accommodated you like they were the best refuge in the world, and you were already dozing off when you realized you had been placed in a tub filled with hot water.

You let out a loud moan of complete satisfaction, and Kaz laughed.

“Yeah, I thought you might like that." He played with you and you chuckled softly.

Your eyes remained closed throughout the process. Kaz's hands slid the soap over your skin with such care and affection that you felt a huge wave of love settle in your chest. He kept going through the process, shampooing and creaming your hair and placing his flap-shaped hand over your eyes, preventing the water from falling out when he rinsed the products.

You opened your eyes a few seconds after your hair was clean, and his gaze shifted to your face.

“Hey you.” Kaz smiled and you smiled back.

“I love you.” It was the only way you could find to express everything you were feeling right now.

Kaz sensed the intensity of your feelings by your gaze, and dropped a small kiss on the tip of your nose as he said, “I love you too, Dear. Now let me dry you.”

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nev3rfound · 3 years

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small changes have the biggest impact : b.b

being with bucky, you've learnt to be rather observant, but when it comes to small changes about yourself you seem to be rather oblivious. that is until you start to pick up on the small signs that you might be pregnant (1.3k)

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Standing in front of the mirror, you could see him eyeing you from the bed. He was watching your movements closely, noticing you swaying from side to side and glancing at your ass from various angles.

“Does my ass look bigger to you?” Running your hands over your curves, Bucky licks his lips. "James?"

Snapping Bucky out of his thoughts, your glare breaks his daydream. "I, I mean," He stutters over his words and watches your gaze lower to the floor. "baby, I mean," Rising to his feet, Bucky rushes over. Now resting his hands on your hips, he kisses your neck sweetly. "you know, back in my day,"

He listens as you groan loudly, pulling his hands off of you as you spin to face him.

"If you dare start one of your old man stories, Buck," You roll your eyes, moving past him to pick up the nearest hoodie and slip it on, exiting your bedroom before he can say anything else.

"So, you all know the plan?" Steve questions, looking around at the three of you before the door lowers.

Scoffing lightly beside you, Bucky rests his hand on your waist. "We know the drill, Captain." Bucky salutes, not missing Steve rolling his eyes as he picks up his shield. "How you feeling today, doll?"

Bucky isn't oblivious, far from it. He's noticed some small changes in your attitude of late, how much you're now tugging on clothes or hiding your body from him. You've been feeling queasy during training or sit it out entirely when usually you're volunteering to fight your boyfriend at any given opportunity.

"I don't know, Bucky." You admit quietly, not wanting to draw attention from either Nat or Steve whilst their backs remain turned. "My suits been feeling a bit snug, and I know Tony didn't have it dry cleaned so it's not shrunk."

Humming to himself, Bucky can't help his eyes from wandering over your body. "You look beautiful, Y/n. If anything you're looking curvier." He comments quietly to you, brushing his lips across your cheek with a smile before Steve glances back to see you both.

"You two good?" Steve asks.

"Yeah." You nod, moving away from Bucky and stand beside Natasha. "Let's do this." You force a smile on your lips as Bucky's words linger in your mind. Bucky doesn't mean any harm, and you know that, but for some reason, it's hitting you deeper than it should.

Exiting the jet with Natasha, you follow after her instead of going with Bucky. "Hey, you two alright, pal?" Steve notices the frown forming on Bucky's face and his eyebrows furrowing together as you turn left into the building whilst he heads right trailing behind Steve.

"I think so." Bucky states uncertainly. "Y/n's been feelin' a bit off." He explains, keeping his gun raised behind Steve.

Once inside the building, Steve keeps his shield up whilst Bucky remains behind. "Nat said the same to me earlier." Steve remarks. "Told me she's got this glow." He shrugs his shoulders, unaware of Bucky's eyes widening.

"Glowing?" Bucky repeats. "Oh my god." He laughs lightly to himself, starting to put the events of the past six weeks together. "I, I've gotta find Y/n."

"Buck," Steve sighs, glancing over his shoulder to see Bucky already exiting the building, muttering through the comms for your location.

"Hate to say lover boy but Y/n's back on the jet." Natasha groans, causing Bucky's pace to quicken.

"Is she okay? What happened?" Bucky questions with urgency seeing the jet coming into view.

"Relax, she was just sick." Natasha rolls her eyes, continuing through the building. "She thought it would be best to sit it out. we can handle it."

"Thanks again, Nat." Your voice quietly interrupts their line, and Bucky can feel his heart rate calming at the sound of your soft words, the reassurance you're fine and close by.

Forcing yourself upright you grab a hold of the nearest gun, keeping it trained on the door as movement begins to stir outside. Taking a deep breath, you position your gun, ready to fire as it opens.

"Woah, doll, it's me!" Bucky yells, holding his hands up as he's greeted with a gun cocked in his direction.

"Oh," A nervous laugh sounds from you before you lower the gun to your side. "sorry 'bout that, Buck."

Dropping his own gun, Bucky hesitantly walks toward you. "Baby, is everything okay?" Bucky scans your face, noticing how your brief smile drops, allowing yourself to relax and you shake your head.

"I, I'm not sure, James." You whisper, closing your eyes.

Bucky pulls you over to the seats on the sides of the jet, sitting beside you he rests your hands in his, brushing his thumb over your knuckles delicately.

"It's me, Y/n, you can tell me anything." He quietly reminds you.

"I know." You sigh, forcing your eyes open to face his, only to see him looking back at you with all the confidence in the world. "Bucky, I, I think I might be pregnant." An involuntary laugh escapes your lips, quickly followed by a small cry as you clasp your hand over your mouth, tearing it from Bucky's grasp.

"Oh, Y/n." Bucky hushes, lifting his arm to bring you into his embrace as you sob into his chest.

"Are you, are you disappointed? I, I haven't done a test yet, but it makes sense, right?" You ramble, staring down at the floor.

Removing his arm from around you, Bucky mutters your name. "You, you really think I'd be disappointed?" It hurts his heart, that you'd think something like this would upset him. "Doll, this is everything I've ever wanted, but only if you do too."

Reaching for your chin gently, Bucky lifts your head up to see tears lining your cheeks whilst your lips quiver. "You, you want this?" You manage to ask between sobs.

"With you, always." Bucky reassures you, barely having time to process before you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest. Smiling to himself, Bucky rests his arm around your back, listening as your sobs subside. "We're going to be a family, Y/n." He states, listening to how natural it sounds rolling off his tongue.

"Then we better get you back in one piece." Natasha speaks up, breaking you two from your moment as she and Steve stand in the doorway with the files you all came for. "Can't have lil Natasha hurt." She winks before taking her seat opposite you.

"Or Steve," Steve comments, lowering his shield before patting Bucky's arm lightly.

"Yeah, no," You chuckle, remaining in Bucky's arms as you look over to your friends. "but nice try, guys."

Natasha smirks to herself whilst Steve tries not to frown. "Either way, we're getting you back in one piece, that's our niece or nephew in there." Steve points to your stomach, causing Bucky to cover it with his hand protectively.

"Don't you two worry," Bucky smiles down to you. "we've got it covered."

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Eyes on Me

Pairing: The Thief x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Oral (female receiving).

Words: 3320

A/N: @ezrasbirdie threatened me with a good time (and fucking delivered) and steal your heart is taking a while because I want it to be perfect so I had to retaliate with something tonight. This is to all the Pedro Whores out there, including me. RIP. Sorry it's tame, I'm saving all the filth to the series ;)

There was something different about the show tonight. You weren't sure what it was, or if it had to do with the several important names your friends kept throwing out every time they spoke to one of the security guards. It was never this nerve-wrecking to perform, especially when it was such an elegant performance and not the usual risque programs you were so used to being a part of. You danced during the opening and you were due to enter once more towards the end with only a few others before the final piece.

As you were changing your make-up, you couldn't help but overhear one of the girls nearby gushing about a certain guest. It was always irritating to hear all of that noise and you prided yourself in never being one to gossip about the after parties or who would be there. But you were intrigued, and not because they kept on saying how rich and mysterious this man was. It was the fact that no one knew his real name. Not one person in the industry ever had the pleasure of being in his inner circle and even those who were close to him only received a pseudonym. The only name the world had for him was El Diablo. You chuckled as they kept on gushing about how dangerous and hot it sounded because only a narcissist with an ego the size of Alaska would ever call himself that. Did he not realize how ridiculous it sounded?

Before you could ask them if he would be in the after party of the Opera House's owner, you were ushered onto stage once more. Probably for the best you didn't take part in this now...

As you made your way through backstage, you were about to preparing to enter onto the stage when a man bumped into you, almost throwing you onto the ground with how firm and broad he felt. As you stood up and cleaned your fragile dress, you felt your chest rising in anger with how close he came to ripping your costume and ruining the event.

"My god can you watch where you're going nex-" The words died in your throat, along with the heat rising up your chest, as soon as you looked up and saw who bumped into you. Your eyes widened in shock at how sinfully handsome this stranger was and before you could even stop yourself, you were apologizing profusely. From the looks of his attire, you were sure he was one of the important guests tonight and you feared that you would lose your job on spot.

"Sir I am so sorry I- I didn't see where I was walking and I am about to get on stage and...oh god, please- I I didn't..I'm-" Your stuttered through an apology and felt tears forming in your eyes when you were met with a pair of piercing brown orbs staring right back at you.

"Please, the fault was all mine hermosa. I was so busy admiring everything behind the scenes that I didn't notice the most breathtaking of jewels coming towards me. Are you alright, have I hurt you in any way?" His deep voice was like a siren's song and you parted your lips in a haze when he stepped closer to you and checked to make sure you weren't hurt. Had anyone else said such words to you, you have laughed in their face because no on could ever speak that way and make it sound sensual. And yet, here he was.

"I- I umm...no."

"I would hate to cause harm to such a beautiful little flower as yourself. Please, forgive me. I do not think the show would be remotely as good if you are not a part of it." He says again and you realize instantly how much trouble you're in because in the span of thirty seconds, he has said things to you that you've never heard in your entire life, things that you only read about in books.

"Me? I- I'm just one dancer." You try to laugh it off, thinking he was just being awfully nice but when his smile drops and he steps into your space again, you quiet down and close your lips.

"No, that is not true little star." Before you can say anything, he's grabbing your hands and raising them to his lips, never once breaking eye contact as he laid soft kisses on each wrist.

"T-thank you sir."

"I can assure you the pleasure was all mine bebita. Now go on, I cannot be the cause of your delay, the show cannot lose you." You miss him before he even backs away from you and you notice the way he clasps his hands behind his back tightly, as if he was trying to deny himself another touch of you. As you shake your head to try to remember the steps to the dance, it occurs to you that you haven't even asked him what his name is. When you turn around to do so, he is already gone, and you silently swear to yourself because he managed to take your breath away with just a handful of words.

As the show goes on, you force every muscle in your body to focus on the performance and not the way the stranger smiled at your or how his cologne and natural musk put you in a daze. By the time you're all on stage and enjoying the standing ovation, you feel like you're being watched but you throw the thought aside when you remember that the hundreds in the audience are, in fact, staring at you. As you move to leave the stage, you allow your eyes to roam the top private booths and your heart ceases to beat when you instantly see your stranger form earlier sitting by himself and looking your way. You think that perhaps it is your imagination but when he lowers his binoculars and smiles at you, you know that he was returning your gaze. You can't take your eyes off of him and almost trip over your steps when he leans forward and doesn't try to hide the way he's eyeing you. God, how was it possible to be so enamored by someone you've met only for a few minutes?

You don't have too much time to dwell on the brief glimpse, however, because as soon as you're back in the changing rooms, your director is asking you to dress quickly so you could make it to the after party in time.

"Hey, I'll just use the bathroom quickly okay?" You tell one of your friends before you enter the room and shake your head in irritation when she holds you back by your shoulder.

"Oh I know that excuse. You said that last time before you ditched us for that stupid movie."

"Casablanca is not stupid and I promise I'll be back, I just really need to go." She narrows her eyes at you for a moment before she nods and lets you go.

As you make your way through the now empty hallways of the building, you can't help but think back to the man who bumped into you and managed to occupy all of your thoughts for the night. It was strange how deeply you already felt for him, as if he was your soulmate from another lifetime. But no, that couldn't be. Men this perfect and mysterious and kind only existed in fairytales. So busy thinking of when you might meet him again, you don't hear one of the side rooms opening and revealing someone. You look up just in time to see him leaving the room and fixing his hair.

"Oh." You don't know what else to say but thankfully, the stranger doesn't give you any room to think of something else because as soon as he notices you staring at his plump lips, he takes three strides towards you and takes once of your wrists before leading you back to the room and shutting it behind him.

"I-"

"Little flower, I must tell you something and I hope you can forgive me." He's at least five feet away from you and even though you're thankful for the distance he's created, you can't help but feel a little hurt that he doesn't want to be close to you.

"Y-yes?"

"I lied to you earlier tonight, when I ran into you." You try to think back to anything that he's said but nothing comes up, causing you to question him again. You take a step closer to him and sigh in relief when he doesn't move away.

"Oh?"

"I- I did it on purpose bebita. I have seen your past two performances and I couldn't stop thinking about you, how you move so elegantly, how you dance like a butterfly that has mastered fluttering in a garden of roses. You plague my mind every minute of every day querida, and I dream of you every night, of having you to myself, kissing every inch of your skin, worshiping you until you can no longer stand the pleasure. I'm...forgive me, I have- I know how this must sound but...I couldn't lie to you again. Please." He pleads with you lowly, clenching his jaw and fisting his hands tightly to prevent himself from reaching towards you and pulling you into his arms.

You feel a multitude of emotions wash over you at his declaration. You're not sure if you should be angry at being lied to so effortlessly and a little voice in your mind tells you to run, to not tie yourself to someone who was so charming and dangerous. But with the way he's looking at you, as if you were the most precious jewel to ever come into existence, easily makes you set aside all of those intruding thoughts. You unclasp your hands and slowly walk towards him, your throat drying quickly when you notice the way he's staring at the floor, expecting rejection.

When you're only a hairbreadth away from him, you raise your hands and rest them on his chest, biting into your cheek when you feel how warm and firm he feels beneath the velvet suit jacket. You swallow the lump in your throat and force yourself to look into his eyes. When you do meet his gaze, it's like everything has fallen into place so perfectly, every step you took to get to his moment, every little mistake and perfected twirl that brought you to this Opera House. All of it makes sense and you pray to God that he can understand what you're trying to say with your eyes.

"Little flower, I- you should know, if I take you into my arms, I will never let you go. I will fight the heavens to keep you forever." You should be scared by his words, you should excuse yourself and run far far away from someone who was so intense and unforgiving in their words. But something tells you that he might be worth staying.

"I'm yours." Giving yourself completely to someone shouldn't revolve around two simple words, and yet, as soon as you say them, you feel like a genuine star from above. Not because this stranger was reciprocating his affections, far from it, but because of the way your words seemed to affect him. You never thought that a genuine smile could look like a fallen star, if that's what you could even call it, but that's what it was to you. His lips widen in a deep smile that pointed to two dimples which you wished you could kiss over and over again.

"You mean that mi alma?" He asks one last time, wanting to make sure that he wasn't forcing you into anything and that he was in fact hearing you correctly.

"Please," you plead one last time and moan in ecstasy when you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you into a passionate kiss. It's an instantaneous reaction, the way you melt into his arms and allow him to take whatever he wants, and it feels more exhilarating than an opening night of a new performance.

"Little flower," he pulls away for a second to attack your jaw and neck with wet kisses, growling into your skin when you slip your fingers into his long locks and tug on it while you moan for him.

"Will you let me taste you? Please cariño, I- I need to have you. Por favor mi flor." You'd think he was begging for the most expensive delicacy in the word but it's just you, and you pray that you never get used to how desperate and needy he sounds for you.

"Yes, please...take- take anything you want from me sir. I'm- oh god...oh g-god yes-" Your breath hitches when he backs you into the couch and pushes you onto it before he kneels in front of you.

"But my- my dress?"

"Don't worry bebecita, I will buy you a thousand more. Whatever your heart desires, it's yours. All yours. Just let me taste your pretty little cunt." You almost choke on your saliva when you hear the vulgar words leave his mouth and as you nod shyly, you brace yourself for the onslaught of attention that he was surely about to give you. There is no time to prepare because in an instant, he's removing the sheer leggings down your legs along with your panties. You bite into your wrist when you see him pushing them into the pocket of his surely expensive suit and as you try to ask him what he's choosing to keep him in his pocket, he winks up at you before he dives below the skirt of the dress. You almost jump in shock and overstimulation as soon as you feel his lips wrap so deliciously around your outer lips and your hands shoot instantly for his hair and pull on it when you feel two fingers push into your wet heat.

"Oh- oh my god, fuck please...yes, y-yes!" You're screaming incoherently and gripping his hair tightly, surely to the point were it's painful, but it only spurs him on further and he haunches his body completely against yours to prevent you from removing yourself from him. You're a shaking mess in seconds, and you fight to breathe every time you feel him shove his thick fingers into your cunt and pull them out along with your juices. He's growling and heaving against your skin and you find his need to pleasure you and make you see stars more of a turn on than what he's actually doing.

"Cum for me little flower, drench my fucking face." He orders once before he shoves his tongue deep into your wet pussy again, rotating between kiss your clit and sucking on it when he feels you begin to shake in his arms. He can't believe he can finally have you writhing underneath him so willingly and beautifully and as soon as he feels you clenching around him tightly, he adds a third finger.

"But- your...your suit-"

"I don't care about the fucking suit, make a mess of it. I'll wear it proudly and show everyone how good I can make you feel. Fucking cum on me and drench my suit baby. I want it, need it." He pulls away for a moment, and you look at him through heavy lidded eyes as he continues to ram his fingers in and out of you. He can tell you're enjoying his words because you tighten your grasp around his hair as soon as you hear him say that he would wear your cum on him wherever he goes like it was the most normal of things.

"That's it love, cum. Now!" He moans the last order just as he descends on your overused cunt and as soon as you feel the scruff of his face scratching your inner thighs, your back arches off of the couch and you cum on his tongue, body shaking violently as his fingers refuse to let up. A string of heat uncoils in the pit of your stomach the more he licks your clit and before you can warn him, you're gushing on his face and marking his velvet jacket. You swear you could hear a little chuckle escape his beautiful lips but you couldn't care less about it as he brings you down from your high with shallow and soft thrusts of his fingers. As he stops, you remember how painful it must be for him that your hands are still combed into his hair and you force yourself to remove them, covering your eyes instead to try and hide behind them.

"Never hide from me hermosa, always keep your eyes on me. Please," he smirks when he sees you flush underneath his piercing gaze and he pushes your skirt down before he stands and puts his three fingers into his mouth.

"I knew you'd taste sweet bebita, but I didn't think you'd taste like an exquisite flower." The compliment is too forward and you can't look away from him even when he laps at his fingers like a starved man.

"Thank you my little star, for giving me the pleasure of, well, pleasuring you." He's a little cocky with the way he says those last words and you smile at him before you try to stand up. As soon as you're off the couch, your legs turn into jello and you almost fall. But like earlier, warm hands wrap around you easily and pull you into a firm chest and you thank him quietly before you try to right yourself.

"Come with me? I am hosting an after party for your company and I would like to enter with you around my arms. You- you don't have to of course, but I- I would really like it if-" You're confused by the sudden shyness that overtakes him but you find it endearing nonetheless, the fact that someone who managed to make you cum in minutes could stand here and feel awkward while trying to invite you.

"Yes, I'll go with you." You take hold of his hands and nod at him, turning away when you see him throwing you that dashing smile again.

"I- I didn't get your name." You ask as the two of you turn around to exit the room and the sudden stop in his movements makes you question whether it was okay to ask him for his name or not.

"I will tell you my name soon mi alma." He turns around and swipes a hair away from your face, hoping that you wouldn't push him further right now.

"When?" You can't help but ask and you bite your lip when he raises an eyebrow at you before he pinches your chin.

"When I have you in my bed begging for my cock cariño," he laughs at how quickly you avoid his gaze again, loving the way you seemed to act so innocent around vulgar words when he literally just had his tongue in your cunt.

"I promise I will tell you my name little flower, but I want it to be special. When you and I are finally in each others' arms." He says more sincerely this time and deepens his soft expression when you nod and kiss his knuckles.

"So, what should I call you until then?" You ask as he leads you out of the room and down the hallway. As he takes you back to the changing rooms which have been emptied completely, you look at him questioningly again, hoping that he would give you something to call him because you couldn't just continue to say 'sir.' Although that wouldn't be such a bad idea...

"For now darling, you may call me El Diablo."

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obsessedwithfictionalmen01 · 3 years

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ONCE UPON A DREAM :

Summary: Ikaris lost his soulmate and didn't know how, but he might get surprised by destiny and a person that saw him once upon a dream.

Pairing: Ikaris x Reader (No gender, no skin color or any physical characteristic specified)

Warnings: none except my bad english.

You were gone. He had you and then he lost you. Or at least that's what he thought. You and Ikaris met a few years ago and since then you became soulmates, he was the happiest person when you were next to him, and he loved you with all his heart, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you. But then something happened and you were wiped out of existence, Ikaris watched his love turn into ashes right in front of him and the worst thing is that he didn’t know why. What happened? Who did this?

Ikaris searched throughout the Universe to find the person responsible for this, he spent years searching for answers but couldn’t find any. What was he supposed to do now that you were gone? His fellow Eternals watched how miserable his life became, he stopped talking to his teammates, he barely ate or drank, only when his friends convinced him to. Ikaris felt for years an emptiness that consumed him, so he decided to escape to another Universe, restart his life and leave everything behind, so he did, with some help from the Eternals he landed on Earth-616, perhaps if he isolated for some time to Scotland he could cope with his loss in a better way. So there he was, going for a walk through the beautiful forests and landscapes of Scotland, and the only thing that he could think of was how much you would have liked this World. He stopped by a river to sat down, closed his eyes and enjoyed the peaceful space until a familiar voice disturbed him.

- May I help you, sir? -. You innocently asked.

- Huh? -. Was the only answer he could give before opening his eyes and turning around. His whole world stopped for a brief moment. You were alive, no only were you alive but you were right next to him, just a few feet between you and him.

He held his breath for a second, his eyes wide open thinking that if he blinked you would disappear again. He stood up carefully, still in shock, a million questions running through his head. Why were you alive? Why were you here? Did you run away from him? Why didn’t you recognise him? Were you kidnapped and brainwashed?

- I said “May I help you?” This is a private property, sir -. You said calmly but kind of scared since his reaction was odd.

He just stood there and said nothing before he began to approach you as slowly as he could, the last thing he wanted was to scare you, but when he noticed how you flinched and started walking backwards he held his hand trying to calm you.

- I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was a private property - He sighed.

- Excuse me if you think it is weird but, may I ask what your name is? -.

You looked at him blankly, you asked yourself if you should be afraid of this stranger but something about him seemed oddly familiar and… trustworthy.

- Y/N -.

He let out the breath he’s been holding since you appeared. His eyebrows furrowed in pain and relief at the same time. It was you, of course it was you, since it was another universe there could be a million yous, but could you remember? Since he has the ability to read minds he decided to do so, and discovered that you had some very blurry memories of him. That means…

- I’m Ikaris, but you already know that, right? -.

What scared you about that line was that it was true, you knew that. He is the man you have been dreaming about for the last 5 years, how was that possible? You have not met him before, or did you?

- I-I… How do you…? -. You stuttered. The more you looked into his eyes the more you started to remember dreams you had had for the last years. Dancing, dates, kisses, adventures and a filling sense of love and appreciation.

The moment you started to remember things, tears started to form in Ikaris’ eyes. It was you. 5 years. Five years away from him, taken from him, and now that he has found you he needed you to remember, he needed you to believe him.

- I know that this is going to sound crazy but… -. You suddenly say taking Ikaris by surprise. - I think that I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream and the look in your eyes it’s so familiar to me -.

Ikaris smiled like never before. You need to remember. He walked towards you slowly.

- Come on, remember me, love. -.

- How? -. You didn’t know where that question came from, but it just did.

- Allow me -. He held his hands up carefully, asking for permission which was granted to him once you nodded with your head, before closing your eyes. Ikaris placed his hands on your face, closing his eyes as well, a sudden bright, almost golden light blinded you and the next thing you were seeing were pictures from your past life.

- All the things you’ve dreamt are true, you are Y/N Y/L/N, we met almost 1200 years ago, we were lovers, we were soulmates, teammates and friends. Something happened to you, and you were taken away from me, from your home. You disappeared. But now… you are back, I don’t know how, I don’t know who did it but the important thing is that you are back with me -.

Slowly you opened your eyes once he finished, now you remembered everything but that didn’t mean you are who you once were. You still needed time.

- So what happens now? -.

He kissed your forehead gently.

- We go home -.

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