#mayday reader

[alilobsessive]

Maybe Mayday!Reader gets really into painting, and paints a big picture of everyone.

But not only everyone in the current Batfam, everyone who the Batfam have collectively lost over the years.

Dick’s parents, Bruce’s parents, Jason (as a kid), etc and definitely their own. It doesn’t have to be perfect or like the most professional, but they decorate it with lots of pressed flowers, sequins and lovely vibrant colours and hauls the MASSIVE picture right onto the main entrance.

The thought of Bruce seeing it makes me want to sob because his little grandbaby just grabs his hand and points at it. They even got little tiny fake pearls for his mother and stuck it on her neck.😭

Everyone in the picture is smiling and Mayday!Reader has written, in their tiny little writing something next to every single little person.

(Maybe they even make a special little tiny one for Grandpa!Bruce, with him and his parents and Alfred.)

I’m so sorry if this is like an essay but Mayday!Reader just feels so healing to me.

I love it, the question is, how do they make a painting that large without anyone finding out? How do they even find out about these people and what they look like, it’s not like they can just ask without it raising a few eyebrows. Maybe they just slowly learn about it overtime as everyone goes “what’s the best way to bond with a child that just lost there parents? Tell them about are dead parents!” Then the kid just goes to google and types in there names.

[omniuravity]

Helluverse During Rut/Mating Season Headcanons

Tags: @bloodypeachblog , @hazelfoureyes , @pinkhimecat , @je-suis-eternel-jennie, @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered

TW: Sex (obviously), animalistic behavior, way too much research, creature cocks (kind of), mention of pregnancy

Thank you guys for the overwhelming positivity from the last one! Here's another one!

Angel Dust:

Angel doesn't really talk about mating season much, unless it's for his films. Val, of course, finds it sexy and makes Angel work anyway.

Like most male spiders, Angel tends to mate with multiple partners during mating season unless he's in a relationship.

Angel loves dancing with you during this time of year. He finds it brings himself closer to you.

Angel tries to make sure you don't feel pressured to have sex with him during his mating season. He wants you to feel comfortable and loved.

Angel is pretty submissive in bed despite him being the one wanting to mate with you, though expect him to want it a bit more rough.

"Come on, baby. I'll be gentle at first, then we can get to the kinky stuff~"

Adam:

An angel's rut or heat isn't nearly as intense as a demon's, unless you're as sexual as Adam.

Adam is normally very possessive, but he gets extra possessive of you when it's mating season. Another man can't even look at you without him blowing up.

Adam likes to help make a little nest for the two of you. Adam also likes to bring you shiny things for the nest.

Adam likes to play his guitar for you as a way to remind you how much he loves you.

Adam is normally pretty rough in bed, while he's rutting it's so much harder and deeper.

"Chill out, I'm gonna take really good care of you, babe~"

Blitzø:

Blitzø's heat is pretty intense. If he somehow has a partner you are not leaving his apartment.

He tries to cook for you, but unfortunately isn't very good. He always insists on cooking for you since he does most of the work in bed (or so he says).

Surprisingly, enough he does enjoy those gentle moments after sex with you. He'll never admit it though.

Speaking of gentle moments, he loves to cuddle. He will cuddle you like a teddy bear. If he starts to cry gently rub his back and hold him.

Blitzø is a VERY kinky motherfucker. He's open to trying every kink once. Any kink you can think of, he's tried it. Yep, even that one.

"Get down, it's time for some quality time with daddy~"

Stolas:

Stolas' rut is very different than most Goetias. He doesn't get as violent as other bird-like demons, but he's still very defensive of his partner.

He brings you all the shiny things for the nest you two share. He also doesn't mind being presented with shiny things.

Speaking of the nest, it consists of blankets, the shiny things, and his feathers.

He also enjoys cooking for you. He is much better than Blitzø, of course.

He's going to bottom. There is no question about it. He's also really loud when the two of you have sex

"I want to take this slow for you. I love you and want you to feel as loved as I do."

Verosika:

Verosika's heat is very intense due to her being a succubus. Though she doesn't let that change her demeanor in the bedroom.

She does have to stop performing for the public while she deals with her heat.

Even though she doesn't perform in public during her heat, she does sing for you.

She loves leaving marks on your body. Scratch marks, kisses, and bite marks will litter your body for days.

Verosika always tops, period. She takes good care of her submissives, though.

"You're so pretty, well not as pretty as me, but I'm still gonna take care of you, baby~"

[rainroses45]

Imagine when miguel is chasing after miles and instead of trying to stop him forcefully you just yell out “IM PREGNANT” instead.

the way miguel would crash into a car shocked, quickly turning around to face you with the most “i beg your biggest fûcking pardon” face ever. it’s just makes me cackle at the way this man would be like “seriously out of all times you chose to tell me THIS IS WHAT YOU CHOSE?!”

miles wouldn’t even have turned back. my dude would have skedaddled so fast from the scene, but not before yelling out a faint “congratulations” before continuing on.

miguel would have just stayed there frozen not sure if he should be running towards you or chasing after miles. you just stand then shimming around awkwardly wondering if you should specify anymore information or cha cha real smooth to the honking cars.

then everyone else just shows up all confused seeing miguel just stand there shocked as if someone just stole his left kidney. untill all of them see you and then just start nodding like “oh so you finally told him.” peter would be video tapping everything like “mayday first pregnancy reveal / chase” while making sure to have miguel’s shocked face in the video for blackmail <3

[voxsremotec0ck]

Multi prompt ask: they're just chilling and flirty joking with reader when reader just jokingly drop that if they were to sleep together then they'd totally dom their ass, reactions?

𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐩.ᐟ

⋆｡ﾟJokingly saying you’ll top them leads to some realizations ﾟ｡⋆

— Verosika, Vox, Beelzebub, Velvette

Verosika is genuinely caught off guard by the joke, not having anyone say something like that to her. She’s used to having a semblance of control in the bedroom, being a succubus and all, so having someone say they wanted to top her? To focus on her pleasure? Makes her blush and ask you to prove it.

Vox laughs, thinking your joke was just that, a joke. But when you raise an eyebrow at him and he realizes you’re serious? He short circuits so bad that you have to reboot him. When he wakes up though, he’s instantly pushing you on your back and telling you that if you want to top him you’ll have to earn it.

Beelzebub laughs loudly before grabbing your arm and pulling you to somewhere more private. She likes your straightforwardness and tells you to show her what you got. You do just that, fucking her so good she sees stars, and she decides that maybe she’ll keep you around.

Velvette just stares at you, trying to figure out just how serious you were. No one has ever said anything like that to her before, always assuming she preferred to top. When it turns out you were in fact very serious, she smirks straddles your lap, and tells you to do your worst.

The girls and Vox lol

[keenzinemugstudent]

(Miguel yelling at Miles)

Y/n: What's the problem? Why you yelling at him like that tho?

Miguel: Yelling?

Y/n: *Gets in his face* YELLING!!!!

[nifftyisgonnakillu]

theyre the same picture

[coffeeandbatboys]

The Clones reacting to you smushing their cheeks

Idk I had this idea and thought it’d be cute. Since the clones are supposed to have round cheeks, visualize live action and not animated 😂

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Fives, Wrecker, Hardcase, & Tup: Loving it so much, will lean into your hands and give you heart eyes. Maybe even press a few kisses to your hand.

Cody, Jesse, Kix, Echo, Vaughn & Mayday: Will blush profusely and look side to side for a second, before giving in and flashing you a tiny smile.

Rex, Hunter, Tech, & Fox: Not sure what to do, just give an awkward smile and internally scream because they secretly find it super cute.

Crosshair, Wolffe & Dogma: Not understanding any of it. Don’t know what you’re doing, not sure that they like it, 3/10 do not recommend.

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

How bout angel dust, Verosika and Alastor with a puppy hybrid s/o? Like, they have puppy ears and tail and has some dog like tendencies?

For example: they love to bite and play with dog toys,they bark and growl, they LOVE headpats and being called "good boy/girl"

You can remove 2 characters if it's too much.

"Good Puppy!" ; Alastor, Angel Dust, Verosika Mayday

I'll be honest here: I have no idea how you got this to happen, because this man absolutely HATES dogs, and therefore hated you when he first met you. And he's honestly quite possibly the worst one to be with as a puppy hybrid.

He was exceptionally cruel, calling you a "mangey mongrel", a "rabid mutt", and just about any cruel name for a dog under the sun.

Will try to make you act more human. He'd despise your dog features. Dogs remind him of his death, and that's something he'd rather not deal with.

If you've managed to start dating him, he'll be slightly more polite, but still make his distaste for those features very apparent to you.

"S/O, must you constantly be wiggling that furry abomination?"

It isn't that he means to be mean, but, well, in some primal way, you scare him, and he doesn't know how to cope with feeling that helpless.

If you growl or bark at him, you will ROYALLY piss him off, and he will actually need to leave to avoid either lashing out at you or having a mental breakdown.

Fortunately, with enough time and patience, he will eventually calm down and begin to regard you as safe, and not someone he needs to fear. Then he'll become noticeably kinder to you.

"Well, aren't you just a dandy little pup! Excited to see me, hm? Such a good boy/girl~."

He may have started off cold, but he's trying to be better for you now.

He isn't sure how he feels about dog toys and the like, but hey, he's a literal cannibal and serial killer, who is he to judge? As long as you're having fun.

Eventually, he'll begin to give you those headpats you so crave, realizing how happy it makes you. He can stand a bit of discomfort for your sake.

But seriously... please don't bark or growl at him, he still doesn't like the moment of panic he's forced to feel when that happens.

He wouldn't do it to you, so don't do it to him. That's his one boundary with your dog-like behavior/appearance.

Oh boy. He'd be the one constantly flirting and teasing you for your traits, but in a loving (and very NSFW) manner.

"What's with the tail, Ears? Got a pet play kink or somethin'?"

When he finds out you ACTUALLY enjoy being called a good boy, that actually sets off every single one of his teasing instincts.

Every single day, you'll hear a joke about you having a praise kink, purely because it makes Angel laugh.

But he's only teasing, of course. If you actually tell him you're uncomfortable, of course he'll stop. The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable with him.

He'll also get you dog toys and chew toys if you find them fun!

And his absolute favorite thing to do is pet your ears and ruffle your tail, especially if they're as fluffy as his chest is! He finds the sensation soothing.

If you growl at him, chances are he'll growl back at you just to mess with you.

Or he'll make a claw motion and do the little "rawr~" thing because he finds it amusing how you react when you don't know how to respond to something.

He'll also definitely tease you if your tail ever wags.

"That a tail or are ya just happy ta see me, baby boy~?"

He's a tease but... very sweet. Toward you, at least.

At first, she didn't really see the appeal of dating a puppy hybrid. She treats Vortex like a guard dog, and she initially expected you to be the same.

But of course, who could resist a cute puppy? She quickly warmed up to you, finding you absolutely adorable. Whereas Verosika is sultry and seductive, you were cute and innocent, and she loved that about you.

She'd often find herself petting your head and telling you what a good boy/girl you were, seemingly without actually consciously meaning to. She just couldn't resist, the puppy eyes were too much for her!

"Aww, S/O! Such a good boy/girl! Who's my good boy/girl? You are! Yes you are!"

Yeah, even after you start dating, that doesn't change. She still calls you that, but her affections now run even deeper.

As in, she buys you a LOT of dog toys. A lot. She doesn't know why you love them so much, but she knows she wants you to be happy, because you absolutely deserve it.

She's also greatly amused whenever you bark or growl, but shh, don't tell anyone. That isn't part of her persona!

Sometimes, when you're cuddling, she'll wrap her tail around yours and slowly wag them both, since she knows it both stimulates you and expresses affection.

She'd also probably use your barking and growling to her advantage to scare people she doesn't like off. Nine times out of ten, it works. Dogs can be pretty scary when they're not being friendly actively, and puppies are no different.

"That was amazing, S/O. You really know how to scare a little bitch off!"

You didn't really mean to scare anyone, but you were happy Verosika was happy.

She did send that person an apology note at your insistence, though, luckily.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: I apologize if this sucks? i am just not in the best of moods right now. I went off and did my own thing so it's not like the ep, im just not feeling the best.

You didn't belong in hell, that is what Blitzø kept telling you when you were dating anyways but then that all went to shit the moment you found out the supposed love of your life cheated on you. It hurt, you've never experienced heart break before so it felt like a knife to your gut, it felt worse than your fall from heaven.

You didn't understand, you thought you were a good girlfriend. You did everything he liked so why did he do it? It never crossed your mind that you would find happiness again that was until you stumbled into on Verosika Mayday. It was strange, like your eyes were opened up for the first time, that you could finally see.

She made you feel special, she made you feel loved and not once did you ever doubt her feelings for you like you did for Blitzø. It was bliss until your ed decided to show his stupid face to your apartment though you couldn't have been more grateful that Verosika answered the door instead of you.

"Whore?! Why the fuck are you here?" Blitzø wasn't expecting to see his ex clad in nothing but a towel in his other ex's house.

"I live here...what the fuck do you want?" Eyeing the imp, she started to wonder why she was ever with him.

"You...live here...with my little angel." Since when were you into women?

Verosika scoffed turning her head away. "The last time I checked she isn't your anything...you were the prick that broke her heart."

"Well" Blitzø wasn't so sure what to say that, she was right and he did not like that what he did was pointed so blatantly. He had hoped to snag you away, to make someone jealous but finding out that you were actually happy....he did not like that.

It was your voice that broke through his train of thoughts and he was suddenly wondering why he cheated on you in the first placed when you were the one that treated him so well. He hated seeing that loving gaze in your eyes, the one that you gave Verosika the one that you gaze him.

"Push away anyone who gets too close. I learned that from you, fuckwad....and she learned it from you too." Verosika narrowed her eyes as she hugged you closer to her side. "Now fuck off."

[stellaaarree]

how some of the spidermans would react to reader in a ‘risky’ shirt.

sexual innuendo, on the shirt. thats it.

currently thinking about reader walking into HQ for the first time without her spidey suit and shes wearing one of those tiktok shirts, yes the baby tee ones. this one in particular. a pink baby tee with the words “bottoming my way to the top!” plastered over it in a brighter pink. MINORS WILL ALL BE PLATONIC FRIENDS BECAUSE IM NOT WEIRD!!

MIGUEL

does a double take, like one of his sassy head turns and then mumbles some curses in Spanish. nobody knows whether it was because of the wording or he just wanted to look at your tits.

will 100% be stood halfway in front of you or menacingly behind you if anyone even tries to stare. he’s a possessive man okay😫

would grab you aside at some point and go into full interrogation mode. “why are you wearing this?its inappropriate. (secretly likes it.) “you want attention. ill give you attention.”

disapproving head shakes every time he sees you. its so clear hes just jealous he can’t be fully staring at it the whole time.

MILES

has to do a re-read. gwen is most likely telling him what it meant because hes a lil slow.

thought it was one of those, ‘fake it till you make it!’ quotes. was wrong.

admires your confidence and 100% is sending you pictures of funny shirts he sees (the quotes a lot more tame.)

will be grabbing things for you from top shelves, if he can’t get reach it, he’s using webs or making a fool outa himself tryna be chivalrous 😭😭

GWEN

gives a simple, “woah.” at the shirt. lowkey thinks of you as a big sister and now wants something like that. your not getting her one💀.

scary short friend energy. anyone looks at your boobs or makes a crude comment she is ON them. like literally calling them out.

you end up waking up the next day with a million messages from her, one of them being a parcel on her bed.

you made her put a hoodie over it.

PETER B PARKER

had mayday with him the day you wore it and gasped so dramatically with a, “there is a child here!?” knowing damn well mayday ain’t got a clue what that says.

is making stupid dad jokes the whole day. “guess i’ll take the top bunk!” expecting a room of laughter when it turns out to just be him wheezing. mayday disappointedly looking at him. giggling at your disapproving headshake.

if anyone dares looking at you crude. hes behind you, glaring them down while innocently asking. “whatcha looking at??” mayday on his hip not setting the most intimidating scene.

getting things for you 100%. your just stood there, now holding mayday as he goes around grabbing anything for you from a slightly high up counter while you insist its fine.

[burningstar-light]

If I may, could I request HCs for Charlie, Cherri, Velvette, Rosie, Millie, & Verosika with their tendencies for giving lipstick kisses? How often, how many at a time, intentional or unintentional, etc.

(If all 6 are too many for one request, feel free to choose the ones you like most for this one)

Characters: Cherri, Velvette, Rosie and Verosika

Character category: Sinners, The vee's and Helluva citizens

Rating: Sfw 16+

Warnings: Kisses, pda

I will only write Charlie and Millie as a poly with their respective partners, if you wish to see this please send in another ask. <3 I hope you enjoy.

Cherri:

You never really know what's going to happen with Cherri around, she is explosive just as the bombs she loves so much.

She'll pull you into a hungry kiss, her dark red lipstick smearing all over your mouth, he laughs loudly as she pulls away.

Anytime she has a little alcohol in her system prepare to be covered in lipstick stains.

After she's down kissing your lips, she presses a few rough kisses to your face, your nose and cheeks get stained with her red colour.

It is 100% intentional, she loves seeing you covered in her cherry red marks.

Velvette:

The backbone of the Vee's hmm

She favors black, you look so nice with her dark kisses all over you.

She pulls you into one of the dressing rooms of her studio, her kisses are teasing and light.

She pepper's kisses all over you face and throat, her hands are on your hips, grinning against your skin at every smudge of lipstick she leaves on you.

She leaves 10-15 kisses to your skin every time, oh its intentional alright.

She wants to leave you weak in the knees after she's done, she'll swagger away, her hips swaying as she walks, leaving you slumped and sticky in the dressing room.

Rosie:

Intentional? Never, as much as she loves you, she would not feel right leaving you covered with her lipstick.

I believe that Rosie, despite her name favors a nice deep plum red colour.

As she is serving you a cup of tea, she will press a soft kiss to your cheek, she gasps softly and blushes a little as she realizes she left a smudge of lipstick on you cheek.

She will gently wipe away the kiss with a handkerchief.

If you ask her to leave more kisses on you, she will do so without a complaint, she'll press soft kisses to your cheeks and temples.

Verosika:

Verosika, our darling popstar succubus.

Prepare to be smothered in kisses, covered in sticky lipstick stains.

She will kiss you like she needs you to breathe, her mouth on yours leaving you breathless and your lips bruised.

She leaves kisses and bites all over your face, neck and chest, anywhere she can reach.

She will cover you in kisses all over you, no matter where you are or who you are around.

She will sit you on her lap or she she will have you sitting on her lap, her mouth will be smearing lipstick on your skin.

She will leave as many as you will let her, Her tail curls around you holding you close as she kisses you.

[alilobsessive]

If Selina was Mayday!Reader’s grandma, would she take them out with her on her heists? I think it’d be pretty funny, she’d get them to crawl up the walls to grab any pretty gems they see.

I think Mayday!Reader would LOVE her because she’d actually treat them with like dignity. I know kid’s hate being overly coddled and are so much more comfortable with adults that just let them explore.

If Neglected!Wayne is alive, then I could also see this opening up like reconciliation between them and Selina as well, because Selina is actually like emotionally mature, unlike Bruce. She’s aware and respectful of their boundaries/reservations around her. She’d defo be invited to family holidays/gatherings.

If Spider!parent is alive, I think they’d settle a sort of truce/bond with Selina. They definitely hate the Batfam, but they do want Mayday!reader to have some sort of Grandparent. So Selina’s a pretty good option, and she likes spending time with her child in-law.

Omg little thief spider, but no Selina’s more responsible then that. Of course she is going to teach reader the skills necessary for her crimes. Once Reader meets Selina they ditch Bruce, this is there favorite grandparent now! She takes them out on fun trips and teaches them how to rob people!

Same with Neglected Wayne, parenthood ended with Bruce, Selina is my only parent now. Please Selina I get it he’s rich and hot, but you can do so much better.

Spider parent is definitely weary of Selina, not because of the crimes. No of course not, there more worried about her trying to steal Reader like the bats are not so subtly doing.

[bearw-me]

Can we have verosika with a kind and cute s/o who's soul is own by Alastor ?

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 — 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐇𝐜𝐬

𐐒 includes : verosika mayday x gender neutral!reader, alastor 𐐒 cw : fluff, angst, hurt/comfort 𐐒 summary : verosika finds out the truth one day, and 'comes to terms' in her own way 𐐒 note : anyone else get that 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' quote while reading this? just me?

verosika is absolutely enraptured by you

she adores teasing you and flustering you beyond belief

likes to call you "sweetheart"

running her hands down your chest and purring right next to your ear, nipping at your skin

you really are too cute to be in hell

but she adores your innocence

to the point where she often finds herself feeling the pang of love aggression

she likes to use her succubus powers and voice to coax you out of your imaginary shell she envisions you wearing

(despite all her playing around with you) she really treasures you

its like the devastating burden that love has on people

she wants to shield you from everything hell has to offer

and that thought goes out the window the moment she hears those words leave your mouth

"Alastor own's my soul"

Hell burns around her. truly.

She has no idea who 'Alastor' is, and doesn't didn't care for petty soul exchanges or overlords until you confessed it to her

she snaps her fingers and gets her group of succubus and hellhounds to find out EVERYTHING about him

its definitely a side of her she'd never let you see, let alone worry about

if you cried to her, she'd hold you, for once feeling powerless to fix it

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm going to fix it."

She knows any bastard down here, especially overlords, wouldn't give up a soul for nothing

she'd definitely offer him cash, power, or a favor. but not her soul.

she's more cunning than people give her credit for, so coming to find common ground with alastor is going to be hard

if there's a way out of your contract with him, she promises she'll find it for you one day

your definitely her heart, and in turn she'll be you're revenge

it breaks her heart to have you in her arms on the bed, cuddling into the sweet scent of your hair and kissing you, only for you disappear the next moment. summoned by Alastor.

You're hers, and that feeling, the feeling of the empty bedsheets next to her. . . isn't right.

[nahoney22]

Hello there!

Congratulations on 4,500 followers!

May I request a NSFW prompt 30: come closer and keep me warm or something like with F! Reader x Mayday, please?

He needs more love!

Warmth in the Night*** 🌊

🫧 pairings: Commander Mayday X Female!Reader

word count: 1.9k

prompts:

• “Come here and keep me warm.”

plot: Trapped with nothing but a lousy flickering fusion lantern to keep you both warm, yourself and Mayday decide to take advantage of this time alone.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Established relationship, cuddling (amongst other things) for warmth, kissing, consensual sex, p in v sex, cock warming, dirty talk, explicit sexual content language, praising, fingering, trapped in a snow storm.

authors note: im so sorry for the wait @ladypunz and I apologise it’s short! But you’re right, he does deserve some love!

“Do you think it’ll hold?” you ask, your voice trembling as much from the cold as the worry gnawing at you. Together, yourself and Mayday had managed to barricade the rickety door of the abandoned shack you’d stumbled upon, but the raging blizzard outside wasn’t letting up.

Mayday steps back, eyeing the door with his hands on his hips. “Should do,” he says, his tone calm but a little cautious. “And if not… well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

You try to laugh, but the bitter cold seeps into every part of you, stealing the sound before it can form. Stars, the bitter breeze stabs at your skin like little needles.

Pushing aside your discomfort, you move to help him gather whatever scraps of blankets and fabric you can find and then drape them around a fusion lantern. It was the only thing providing little warm but its light flickers weakly, threatening to go out at any moment. The thought of it completely shutting down makes you nervous which doesn’t go unnoticed by Mayday.

Setting his helmet on a cracked, uneven table, he steps closer, his gloved hand brushing against your frosty cheek. His touch was warm despite the frigid air.

“Don’t worry,” he says, his voice steady and reassuring. “We’ll get through this. We’ll rest tonight, and by morning, the storm will have passed. Then we’ll make our way to the rendezvous point.”

You lean into his touch, seeking out the comfort it offers, and before you know it, your arms are around his waist, clinging to him as if he’s the only thing keeping you knitted to warmth and safety. “At least I’m with you,” you say softly.

His lips curve into a fond smile as he wraps his arms around you, his hands rubbing gently up and down your back in an effort to warm you. “Likewise.”

You were both meant to be delivering supplies to an outpost but were caught off guard by the sudden storm and luckily, you and Mayday had been together for a while now. He liked to tease that you fell for him first, and while that wasn’t entirely untrue, it didn’t mean he didn’t fall harder. He was everything you wanted in a relationship and you were glad he was so calm in a rather precarious situation.

“How are we on rations?” you ask after a moment, sitting down on the pile of tattered blankets whilst he pushes a broken table against the door just for a little extra reinforcement.

He grabs his pack, rummages around, and pulls out two ration bars, offering a wry smile as he hands you one. “At least it’s the flavor you like.”

“Lucky me,” you mutter with a half-smile, taking the bar and nibbling on it. If you were going to be stuck here, you wanted it to last.

Once the makeshift barricades are as secure as they’ll get, Mayday settles in beside you, the two of you huddling under the pile of blankets. The only light comes from the pathetic sputtering lantern, and the majority of warmth from each other. Despite your best efforts, your teeth chatter relentlessly.

Mayday drapes an arm over you, pulling you closer until your back is tucked against his chest. “Come here,” he says, his voice low and soft. “Keep me warm.”

You don’t hesitate, nestling into him, your head resting in the crook of his neck and shoulder. His warmth envelops you, a small reprieve from the biting cold.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to the back of your head.

“A little bit,” you admit, your breath shaky, though you can’t deny how much this was helping.

Night falls swiftly, the wind still screaming against your shelter. “I hope this storm ends soon,” you whisper, your voice barely audible above the howl of the wind.

“Me too,” Mayday replies, his arms tightening around you. “But at least the company’s good, right?”

You smile despite everything, catching the teasing lilt in his voice. “It’s perfect,”

“You know,” Mayday murmurs, his voice low and teasing as his fingers trace gentle patterns across your stomach, “it’s been a while since we’ve had some time alone.”

Your eyes, which had been closed in contentment, flutter open. A playful smirk spreads across your lips as you tilt your head just enough to meet his gaze. “You’re right,” you say softly, your voice holding a hint of mischief. “It has been a while.”

Mayday’s answering smirk is wicked, a flicker of heat sparking in his inviting eyes. He leans down, capturing your lips with his, the kiss starting soft but quickly deepening into something more needy.

A gasp escapes you as his hand tangles in your hair, pulling you closer. You turn fully to face him, your fingers threading through the textured strands of his long hair, tugging gently. The sensation draws a low groan from his throat, his lips parting against yours as your tongue slips into his mouth.

The kiss turns hungrier, more demanding, as his hands begin to wander. One gloved hand peels away, and when his now-bare palm glides over your skin, the chill of his touch makes you gasp again.

His lips curve into a smirk against yours, and his free hand slips lower, exploring with deliberate slowness until it finds the waistband of your pants. He pauses for just a moment, enough to let anticipation coil tightly in your chest, before sliding his hand inside.

You tremble under his touch, his fingers brushing against your folds. The coldness of his skin sends shivers across your body, but it only heightens the heat rapidly building between you.

“Already wet for me?” he murmurs darkly, his lips brushing against yours. His thumb circles your clit with an intense and measured pace, and he bites down lightly on your lower lip. “You needy girl.”

A whimper escapes you, your body arching into his hand as waves of pleasure roll through you. “C-can’t help it,” you stammer, your voice breathless. “You’ve been neglecting me.”

A low groan rumbles deep in his chest, his mouth moving to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His breath is warm against you, a stark contrast to the icy air around you.

“Let me fix that.”

His fingers move with purpose now, sliding against you with expert precision. Every flick of his thumb, every stroke of his hand, draws soft gasps and moans from your lips. The storm outside is forgotten, the cold replaced by the searing heat of his touch.

“Mayday, shit… don’t stop,” you plead, your voice trembling as you clutch his shoulders, your fingers digging into the fabric of his under-armor.

He grins, a low, knowing chuckle rumbling in his chest as he tugs your pants down just enough to give his hand the space it needs. His fingers slide against you, then press inside, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. The sound makes his grin widen. “You feel so pretty,” he murmurs, his voice rough and reverent. “So perfect.”

Your hips buck instinctively against his hand, desperate for more. A string of curses falls from your lips as he adds another finger, spreading you open with a skilled, deliberate rhythm. His lips find your neck again, trailing hot, searing kisses along your skin that make you shudder beneath him.

“Stars, I’m g-gonna—” you stammer, the words caught in your throat as the pressure inside you builds to a dizzying peak after a measly few minutes.

“Yes, you are,” he growls, his voice laced with hungry satisfaction. His lips leave your neck, his gaze locking onto yours as he watches you unravel. Your eyes roll back, your body arching as pleasure crashes over you in an uncontrollable wave.

You come undone, trembling and gasping his name like a prayer. “Yes, you fucking are,” he says, his voice thick with pride, his fingers slowing but never stopping, coaxing every last ounce of bliss from you.

Stars blurred your vision, your body trembling as waves of you come down from your high. You felt drunk on his touch, the aftershocks of your climax leaving you breathless and spent. Sweat glistened on your brow, your legs shaking as you tried to steady yourself.

“That’s it,” Mayday murmured in your ear, his voice low and soothing. He withdrew his fingers carefully, his touch lingering for just a moment before he lifted his hand into the faint glow of the lantern. Slick with your arousal, his fingers shimmered in the dim light.

You closed your eyes briefly, letting the moment sink in, before looking up at him with a lazy, somewhat goofy smile. “I think it’s only fair if I return the favour.”

His lips form into a smirk, and without hesitation, he leaned down to kiss you, his mouth claiming yours with renewed desperation. As his tongue brushed against yours, your hands found their way to the waistband of his pants, fumbling with the latch. Mayday chuckled against your lips, helping you shove them down before kicking them off entirely.

Your breath hitched as his cock sprang free, thick and swollen with need. He gripped it lightly, stroking himself with deliberate slowness.

A soft moan escaped your lips at the sight, and an idea formed in your mind. You slipped your pants completely off and shifted closer, your hand wrapping around his length. He gasped at the initial contact, your touch cold against his heated skin, but the sound quickly melted into a groan as you aligned him with your entrance.

With a gentle roll of your hips, you guided him inside, both of you sighing as he stretched you open and settled deep within. His forehead dropped against your shoulder, and he let out a sinful groan, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he buried his face in your chest.

“Fuck, it’s been too long,” he rasped needily, “You feel amazing.”

You bit your lip, your walls fluttering around him, clinging to every inch of him as he throbbed inside you. A teasing smile played on your lips as you whispered, “You like this, Commander? You like being in my pussy?”

“I love it,” he groaned, his voice muffled against your skin and knowing full well that you calling him Commander gets him all hot and bothered. One of your hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as you shifted your hips experimentally.

But before you could start moving in earnest, his grip on you tightened. “Stop. Stop,” he panted, his tone commanding yet soft.

You froze, concern flickering in your eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Don’t move,” he said, his voice ragged. Pulling back slightly, he cupped your face with both hands, his gaze locking with yours. “You’re keeping my cock so nice and warm.”

It took a moment for his words to register, but then a playful smile tugged at your lips. “Using me as a cockwarmer, are you?”

“Yes, baby,” he murmured, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. “You’re so damn warm, and it feels so good. Just… let me stay like this for a while.”

Your smile softened, and you leaned into him, brushing your lips against his once more. “Anything you want.”

Settling against his chest, you let your body relax, your arms wrapping around him as his cock remained snugly sheathed inside you. He pulled the covers over the two of you, cocooning you both in warmth.

The storm outside howled, but for the first time in hours, you felt nothing but comfort. You didn’t know how long this moment would last, but for now, you hoped the storm wouldn’t let up anytime soon…

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[voxsremotec0ck]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞.ᐟ

⋆｡ﾟWhen you get a splitting headache, they’re there to take care of you ﾟ｡⋆

— Stolas, Verosika, Blitzø, Vox

Stolas freaks out and tells his servants to get every migraine relief medication in the mansion and some water. He asks Octavia to be as quiet as possible and turns all the lights off. He’ll lay with you in bed until you start to feel better, cuddling you against his chest and cooing softly to help you relax. He just wants you to feel better.

Verosika asks if you want her to go down on you to help make you feel better. She knows all too well how pleasure can help with pain. If you decline though, she’ll get you some pain meds and leave you be. Hopefully you’ll start feeling better after a nap in a quiet room.

Blitzø says he’ll get you something for the pain, and then comes back with an assortment of hard drugs for you to choose from. He’ll even recommend his favorite for headaches. If when you decline and take regular headache medicine, he’ll call you a pussy but still hand you a bottle of water to take them. He’ll even give you the day off if it’s really bad.

Vox would never tell you this, but he always feels a little guilty whenever you get a headache. Looking at his screen all day probably makes them more frequent and he hates that. He’ll have his assistant bring you meds and water, and he’ll try to stay away from you until you’re feeling better. Even then he might still give you space, worried about it coming back.

As someone with chronic headaches I needed to write this

[voxslays]

“Howdy, Striker!”

Featuring >>> Striker x Reader; In which, Reader catches Striker in the middle of a murder, and things escalate from there.

Warnings; Smut, Possibly Dub-Con, Striker is Striker.

A/N: Sorry for posting my latest part of Haztober so late, here is a special little gift for being so patient with me. I just watched episodes 3-7 of season 2…but 4 and 6…STRIKER!

It was a fine fall day out in the wrath ring. Still very hot, but starting to cool down as it got later into October. You were visiting for the Harvest Moon Festival, hoping to see one of your close friends compete. You were taking a shortcut by walking down an alleyway when suddenly you saw two imps fighting. As you got closer you realized who one of them was—Striker—A famous assassin and cowboy among wrath. “Give up vermin.” He growled at the other demon as he dealt one last blow to the head with his angelic knife. He watched as the imp bled, then turned towards you. “Hello there little one..” Striker grinned, showing his gold tooth. You quickly backed up. “Woah, Woah, Woah there cowboy…I was just leaving-!” You say, clearly panicking. Striker's grin widens, a dark amusement playing in his eyes. He takes a step closer, his heavy boots thudding against the ground. "Going so soon? You just got here. Besides, I haven't even had a chance to,” He pauses as he looks you up and down. He reaches out, his large, calloused hand wrapping around your wrist. His grip is firm, unyielding. He pulls you closer, his breath hot against your face. "…Ask you your name." He purrs, his voice low and menacing.

Your breathing grows heavier. ​​"Now, now, why are you breathing like that? Am I that intimidating, hmm?" He chuckles, his gold tooth glinting in the dim light. "Relax, I don't bite...Hard." He grins, his eyes glinting with a wicked amusement. He leans in closer, his nose brushing against your neck. He inhales deeply, his voice rumbling against your skin. "You smell... different.” He says, his southern accent ringing through the air. “Like flowers, not like the usual stench of this place. Intriguing..." He pulls back, his gaze meeting yours.

“I'm not from here.” You say as your breath hitches. "Clearly." He smirks, his thumb tracing circles on your wrist. "And what brings a sweet little thing like you to this godforsaken place, hmm?"  His eyes narrow slightly, suspicion flickering in them. “I’m just here to watch one of my friends compete in the festival.” Striker laughs. "The Harvest Moon Festival, eh?" He releases your wrist, taking a step back. "Well, ain't that just precious. Coming all this way to watch your little friend play pretend." He shakes his head, another harsh laugh escaping his lips. "You know, I was invited too. But me? In a festival? Might as well invite a wolf to a lamb convention." He chuckles darkly, his gaze returning to you. "But now that you're here, maybe my time won't be entirely wasted." He says, his voice filled with lust. 

You suddenly feel a deep blush coat your already rosy red cheeks. "Mmm, you're blushing. Cute." He grins, taking a step closer. His hand reaches up, his calloused fingers gently caressing your cheek. "Look at me like that again and I might just take you right here." Your blush deepens. His eyes darken with desire as he notices your even redder cheeks and quickened breath. In one swift motion, he pushes you against the nearest wall, his muscular body pinning you in place. His other hand grips your hip possessively.

You gasp in surprise, feeling an army of butterflies in your stomach. *His face hovers inches from yours, his hot breath mingling with yours. "Shh, just breathe," he whispers, his voice laced with dominant undertones. "I promise, I won't bite...yet." His hands begin to explore your body, slowly, tauntingly. His touch is firm, yet gentle, contradictions that send shivers down your spine. His voice drops to a low purr. "You're so responsive... It's intoxicating..." His southern drawl becoming more evident. His hands slip under your shirt, his calloused palms brushing against your bare skin. You can feel his erection pressing against you, a testament to his arousal. "See what you do to me?" he growls, nuzzling your neck.

His kisses become more urgent as you let out a few gasps and moans, his hands tightening on your hips. He grinds against you, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "You taste like honey," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. "I bet you'd taste even sweeter elsewhere." His strong hands hoist you up, carrying you over to a nearby abandoned shack. He kicks the door open, carrying you inside. He lays you down on a pile of hay in the corner.  His eyes glint wickedly as he looks down at you.  "Now, where was I?"

He crawls over you, his hands pushing your skirt up. His fingers brush against your thighs, slowly parting them. "So innocent..." He kneels down between your parted thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart. He flashes you a roguish grin before lowering his head, his warm breath tickling your core. "I think I'll start here." 

His tongue flicks out, tasting you. He growls in approval, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them open. He buries his face between your thighs, feasting on you like a man starved. His touch is rough, intense, mirroring his personality. "So good..." You cry out in pleasure. He doubles his efforts at your cry, his tongue delving deeper, lapping at your essence. His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he holds you in place, not letting you escape his relentless assault on your senses. He suckles your sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. 

He laps at you more insistently, drinking in your essence. His tongue delves deep inside, stroking your walls. He sucks hard on your clit, determined to make you fall apart. "That's it, scream for me," he growls against your sensitive flesh. He continues his onslaught, drawing out your release. As you come down from your high, he straightens up. His face is glistening with your juices, his eyes wild. He quickly begins to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. The leather hisses as it's pulled through the loops of his pants. He doubles it over, the ends dangling ominously. "You've been a good girl so far... But maybe it's time for a little..."

He leans down, his hands gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head. He wraps the belt around your wrists, securing you to the wooden beam above. He smirks at you, his face a mask of dark intent. "Now, where were we?" He drops to his knees, burying his face once more between your thighs. He ravishes you with his mouth, his tongue plunging deep inside. But this time, he brings his hand into play, his fingers joining his tongue. He pumps them in and out, scissoring them to stretch you. ​​He continues his relentless assault on your most intimate area. His fingers curl inside you, stroking your G-spot as his tongue lashes your clit. He can feel you tightening around him. Knowing you're close, he doubles his efforts, determined to push you over the edge into ecstasy. 

He feels your walls clenching around his fingers, your body trembling on the edge. He doubles his efforts, sucking your clit hard as he curls his fingers to stroke that special spot inside. He wants to feel you come undone, to hear you scream his name as pleasure overtakes you. He feels your body convulse, your inner walls gripping his fingers like a vice as you come undone. He doesn't let up, continuing his relentless assault until he's wrung every last drop of pleasure from you. Only then does he slowly withdraw, licking his lips with a satisfied grin. “Stiker!” You scream out. 

He stands up, his eyes burning with a dark hunger. He reaches for the belt still binding your wrists, undoing it and tossing it aside. He lifts you up, his strong arms supporting your weight. He carries you over to the table, setting you down on the surface with a thud. He steps between your legs, forcing them apart. His hands grip your backside, lifting you up and pulling you forward. He grinds against you, his hardness rubbing against your slick folds. "Look at me," he demands, his voice gruff with desire. You immediately look into his golden eyes. 

His eyes bore into yours, his gaze intense and possessive. He reaches down and spreads your lips open, revealing your dripping wet pussy to his hungry gaze. "So fuckin’ pretty," He growls, his voice now filled with lust and his classic southern accent. He lines himself up, the head of his dick pressing against your entrance. He slowly pushes inside, his eyes never leaving yours. He wants you to see who's taking you, possessing you completely. He grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he starts to move. He pulls out slowly, only to thrust back in harder, setting a steady, powerful rhythm.

His thrusts become more forceful, almost violent in their intensity. The table creaks beneath you as he pounds into you. "Take it," He snarls, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take every fuckin’ inch of my cock." He leans down, his chest pressing against yours as he continues to pound into you. He captures your lips in a rough, dominating kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, claiming you utterly. He swallows your moans and cries, drinking in your pleasure like a true cowboy. He breaks the kiss, panting harshly. His hips never stop moving, driving into you with increasing force and speed. The room fills with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and your moans. "Take it," He snarls greedily. 

He lifts you up, holding you aloft as he drives into you from below. He grins wickedly as he watches his length disappear inside you, over and over. He leans back slightly, changing the angle and making you gasp. "Oh, you like that? Good." He slams into you, finding that spot inside that makes your vision whiten. He sets a brutal pace, driving into you deep and hard. He watches where he's joined to you, his eyes glued to the point where he disappears into your heat. "You feel so good~” His face contorts with pleasure and concentration as he chases his release. His arms tighten around you, his hands clutching your bottom possessively. His breathing grows heavier, his movements more erratic. He's close. He leans forward, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He bites down, the sharp pain pushing you both over the edge. He roars his release, burying his face against your neck as he spurts into you with one final thrust. 

He collapses forward, pinning you beneath his heavy, sweat-slicked body. He pants against your neck, his hips still twitching slightly with the aftershocks. After a long moment, he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes dark and sated. "Mmm..." Striker groans. He slowly pulls out of you, his softening length slipping free with a wet sound. He rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you end up draped across his broad chest. His large hand finds your back, stroking up and down possessively. "You did well.” He smirks cockily. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, an unusual sign of tenderness from him. He wraps both arms around you, his hold tightening protectively. "Rest now," Striker murmurs, his voice low and soothing.