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kotoku · 8 months ago

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bath time with the touden party

content - bathing with the touden party / domestic fluff shenanigans / could be read as platonic or romantic

pairings - laios touden x reader / chilchuck tims x reader / marcille donata x reader / senshi & reader / izutsumi & reader

warnings - not so family-friendly words

word count - 1.5k

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✢ When the idea of bathing together is first proposed, Laios is greatly flustered by the idea of being nakey with you

✢ However, it immediately becomes one of his favorite things to do with you, especially at the end of the day when all you want is relaxation and a good cleansing

✢ He’d love to help wash your back and the areas you can’t reach, gingerly scrubbing your skin to rid it of grime

✢ He’d also like threading his fingers through your hair, spreading the shampoo and conditioner evenly while massaging your scalp

✢ You’d do the same for him, having him facing away from you in between your legs as you tenderly massage and even out the shampoo/conditioner

✢ He immediately melts into your touch, soaking deeper into the bubbles as he revels in your presence

✢ Laios is the type of man to cry when you do this, feeling so loved and cared for by you who takes the time to make sure he’s all clean

✢ Sometimes Laios might play around with you in the bath, splashing water or blowing soap in your direction

✢ He’d also do those hair/beard styles with the bubbles, making all kinds of goofy expressions at you (he’d especially try to mimic monsters)

✢ Laios might own a rubber ducky or two in a modern au, having it displayed on the corners of the bathtub

✢ You and Laios would rant to each other about anything, from gossip to fixations, it’s such a nice way to unwind

✢ When the two of you are finished bathing, he will offer to help dry your hair, using a towel and then a comb to untangle any knots

✢ If you have a skincare routine, Laios would love to take part in it, inquiring about the different products and what they’re for

✢ In the end, he smells like sage, an earthy yet slightly sweet scent

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✢ It would be hard to convince him to have a bath with you, but he’d crack eventually

✢ He’s keen on helping you scrub your back and wash your hair, thoroughly scrubbing and rinsing the suds off

✢ Chilchuck is the type to dump a bucket of water over you to rinse the soap off…

✢ A small play fight might break out between the two of you due to his sarcastic and mean attitude, you know better though

✢ Trying to wash his hair would be a challenge for you, he wouldn’t let you touch it, persisting that he wash it himself

✢ When he has difficulty reaching his backside, however, he begrudgingly lets you help scrub him down

✢ The aroma of the bath salts and the steam from the water relax the both of you, Chilchuck sinking into your side subconsciously

✢ The two of you take the time to chat a bit (about the other’s day, what to eat for dinner, etc.…), basking in the silence when the conversation goes dry

✢ After the two of you wash up, you ask him if he would like to comb out your hair, maybe even style it if he wants to

✢ With a roll of his eyes, he gently combs through your hair, being mindful of your ears and how hard he might tug

✢ Depending on your hair length, he doesn’t mind braiding it or putting it up despite his complaints about there being a lot of hair/shedding

✢ If you have a skincare routine, Chilchuck would only take part in a bit of it, not fond of the texture that's on his face after applying multiple products

✢ He’ll ask questions here and there about the products, finding out their purpose and the ingredients used in making it

✢ If his daughters are into that sort of thing, he’ll ask you for your recommendations so he can gift it to them

✢ In the end, he smells like pine trees, an earthy and fresh scent

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✢ When you ask Marcille if she wants to bathe with you she’s ecstatic !!

✢ She loves baths and rambles about how it's important for casting spells, etc…

✢ She’ll jump at the opportunity to scrub your back for you, in fact, she wouldn’t mind scrubbing all of you, finding solace in taking care of your wellness

✢ Marcille especially loves doing your hair, threading her fingers between your locks to make sure the shampoo/conditioner covers every strand

✢ She’ll throw in a little scalp massage, loving the feeling of you sinking into her

✢ When you offer to do the same for her (scrubbing and doing her hair), she can feel her heart beating out of her chest

✢ She’s buzzing with energy before you start, eventually relaxing into your touch with a satisfied sigh

✢ Marcille is definitely the type to use bath salts and herbs, teaching you about their benefits for the body and mind

✢ She would have a eucalyptus bundle hanging from the showerhead, further enhancing relaxation

✢ When the two of you are finished washing up, she’d ask if you would want to dry her hair for her with a small flush on her cheeks, she wouldn’t mind if you decided to brush through it as well…

✢ She’s practically putty in your hands, melting into your tender touches with pink cheeks and a dopey smile

✢ Of course, she’d return the favor by drying your hair as well, offering to comb through it if you want

✢ If you have a skincare routine, have no fear for Marcille also has one !! (definitely a skincare girly in modern times)

✢ She’ll inquire about the products you use while also showing you hers, the two of you would probably delve into a conversation about skin care products and cosmetics (your favorite brands, the brands you hate, etc.…)

✢ In the end, she smells like lavender and vanilla (sometimes she might smell a bit lemony/fruity), a soft and floral scent

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✢ …This guy doesn’t even take baths…

✢ You’d probably have to throw him in to get him to bathe

✢ You’d let him wash up on his own but insist that you wash his beard and hair so he isn’t half-assing it

✢ You take your time thoroughly scrubbing through his beard and hair, making sure all the dirt and grime come out (can’t risk him having fleas or something)

✢ Even though he grumbles in the beginning, he quiets down and relaxes in the water, his muscles easing from the tension

✢ When he’s finished washing up, you’ll help trim his beard or shave any stray hairs, ensuring that his hair and beard are well-kept

✢ You offer him some of your skincare products, but he usually declines, not really interested in it until you start listing the effects it has on the body

✢ Senshi only lets you put a little on him though, not liking the feeling of multiple products on his skin

✢ You’d probably rub in some beard oil as well so his beard doesn’t end up drying out and stuff

✢ In the end, he smells like coconut and vanilla, a sweet and creamy scent

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✢ …Have mercy…

✢ It might be a little hard to have Izutsumi let you bathe her, insisting that she can do it herself (plot twist, she needs help with the knots in her fur)

✢ So she begrudgingly lets you help her, giving you strict rules to not do anything weird which you assure her that you aren’t some kind of freak (stares at Laios**)

✢ You’d take your time carefully combing through her hair and fur, making sure not to miss any spots

✢ She’d hesitate before letting you rub shampoo/conditioner into her hair, gradually leaning into your touch with a small purr rumbling in her chest

✢ You’re mindful of her ears and tail, avoiding getting water or soap stuck in her eardrums and crossing the line by touching her tail

✢ Izutsumi wouldn’t really know how to help you with your own stuff, so you’d just have to wash your hair and scrub your back by yourself

✢ When the two of you are done, she lets you pat her dry with a grumble, whining about how you’re just like her old party members

✢ You’d sit her down and comb through everything again, making sure there’s no knots

✢ If you have a skincare routine, she’s not really interested but would probably try a face mask with you

✢ She’d end up laughing at you, saying you look like an oni

✢ In the end, she smells like petrichor (rain), an earthy yet unique scent

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animasola86 · 5 months ago

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🟩 A SHOT TO REMEMBER

slime x f!reader 🔥 very explicit 🔥 words: 2.8k

After you drank a mysterious green jello shot, you don't feel so good. But don't worry, you'll soon feel a lot better...

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Slime monster! Tentacles! Triple penetration! Aphrodisiacs! Mind control! Overstimulation! (READ ON AO3!)

A/N: This is part 3 of my CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE smut series! 1 🔸 2 🔸 3 🔸 4 🔸 5 🔸 6 🔸 7 This is OPTION 2/PART 3 - but can be read individually, let me just set the scene:

CONTEXT: You were invited to a Halloween party in a mysterious house, dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, and on your search for the bathroom because your stomach is acting up a little, you come to a long hallway full of doors, and you decide to go through the door a few feet away.

ADDITIONAL WARNING: If you're a little squeamish, you should probably pass on this. Mentions of vomiting and slimy things and orifices being filled with the hint of dubcon.

As soon as you pull open the door, you know you're at the right place. The bathroom is huge, though. Dark tiles all the way up to the ceiling, a fancy chandelier in the middle, its light warm and not as bright as you'd expect from a bathroom, a large floor-to-ceiling window showing nothing but darkness beyond the thick red curtains pulled to the side a little. There's a fancy bathtub on clawed feet in one corner, a more modern shower nook with a wide glass door opposite it, large enough to at least fit five people, and then you have a long vanity sporting two sinks and a giant mirror, and a fancy looking toilet on the other side.

The perfect mixture of vintage and modern – but you only have time to look at it for so long before your stomach starts churning badly once more. You stumble to the toilet, its lid opening automatically as you approach, and before you know it, you're hugging the bowl and dry-heaving into it, your whole body shuddering under the exertion. But strangely enough, nothing comes out, despite the feverish attempts of your convulsing body. All you can do is gather the saliva in your mouth and spit it into the porcelain, before you stand up on shaking legs and walk to the vanity, rubbing your hurting belly.

You feel full (and you wonder why). Seeing your messy reflection only makes it worse. After washing your hands, then your face, you decide to wash up completely, and a few moments later you stand in the shower, stark naked as one should, and marvel at the fancy apparatus in front of you. There's a rain shower, but also several nozzles embedded in the wall, and you have no idea which of the many buttons you have to press for it to do something, so you just press them at random, yelping in shock when a few of them send their hard jets straight at your cramping stomach.

You bend over, leaning away from the harsh water spray, and this time you feel something moving up your esophagus as you retch violently. Your head is spinning as you put one hand on the tiled wall, trying to steady yourself. Your lips part as you squeeze your eyes shut under the strain, and it's the strangest sensation when something slimy rubs along your tongue before it falls from your open mouth and right between your feet, splashing down.

The cramps are gone, but the sticky feeling in your throat remains, and when you straighten up and open your eyes, looking down, you almost slip when you try to get away from the little green thing on the floor. At first it looks like the jello shot you forced down earlier, but then it moves, changes form, becomes more rounded before little antennae spread across its body. You stare at it in sheer horror. That thing was inside your stomach? You feel as if you're going to be sick all over again.

But it gets worse. It grows. As you press your back against the shower wall, unable to move or look away, the slimy thing gets bigger, those little protrusions growing longer, thicker, its round form swaying under the constant spray of water from above. It looks almost see-through, the green shimmer growing fainter the larger it becomes. There's an eerie squelching sound as it rubs itself against the opposite shower wall, stretching, moving upwards, using its countless appendages to carry itself higher – until it stands at your height, a shapeless almost-transparent green blob with swaying tentacles, staring at you without eyes or even a face.

And you're frozen in shock, unable to process what is happening, what you're seeing. You must be drunk or high or completely out of your mind. This isn't real. You are not standing in the shower with a strange slime monster. No way. Fighting the reality of it, you don't even move or make a sound when the thing reaches out to you and brushes the tip of one of its tentacles against your leg. The touch is cold and wet, testing, careful. Your eyes follow its many movements, but you soon feel dizzy trying to count its tendrils or make sense of its shape.

More tentacles move towards you, and you stay completely still as they coil around your ankles, your wrists, seemingly holding you in place while others slither up and down your body, exploring every inch of it. It's when you feel them rubbing against your shamefully erect nipples or between your wet folds, that your heart beats faster. You struggle against the soft looking tentacles, but they're stronger than they appear. As the first sound escapes your mouth, a weak little whine, another tentacle rises and quickly pushes between your lips, forcing your head back as it pokes straight at the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex, causing your body to convulse violently.

Desperate muffled whimpers try to choke past the tendril in your mouth, but that only makes more spit gather on your tongue before it drips past your lips and down your chin. You are utterly helpless, held in place, and all you can do is watch the slime thing come closer until it presses against you, from head to toe, its texture cold and sticky as it engulfs you completely. The strangest thing is that you feel eerily calm as that happens, all panic gone in an instant, and you can even breathe as it closes around your head. Maybe it's that tentacle that's forcing its way down your throat, maybe you are dreaming this after all.

It doesn't feel real, and how should this be real? You are being absorbed by a large slime monster, turning into a blob yourself, even though you feel more like an insect being encased by sap, soon to turn into amber, frozen in time, preserved for all eternity. It's the last conscious thought you are able to think before you feel your body being moved, and you end up on your back, suspended in the air, held up by the large translucent mass around you. It's taking up the entire lower half of the shower now, the pitter patter of the water against its wobbly form almost soothing, with how distant it sounds in your prison of slime.

Even though your mind is empty, spinning slightly in place, you can still feel everything that's happening to you. Despite being enveloped by a firm and wet substance, with the consistency of jello, you don't feel restrained, not that you want to move anyway. You're floating, body reclined, legs hanging in the air, wide open, arms extended in an almost T-pose, but you are relaxed, swimming inside the gelatinous body of the slime. The tendril in your throat is just resting there, supplying you with oxygen, seemingly, it's not even a bad pressure, it's just there.

Just like the other tentacles that push out of the mass and into any orifice they can find. It's literally filling you up, stuffing your ears, leaving you deaf to your own sounds except your steady heartbeat, poking at your nostrils until they join the larger thing in your throat. Somehow you're still able to see, even blink, as you watch what's happening to you in a deep daze. You've never been this calm before, even as you watch more tentacles form out of the unassuming mass that are clearly bound to fill up all your other holes.

You still flinch a little when you feel two of them poking between your ass cheeks, like tiny fingers, pressing against your sphincter before they breach the tense ring of muscles, but they don't push in, they only hold your hole open, stretching it gently, before you are being moved a little lower, allowing the slime to press its form into you. You moan around the tendril in your throat as you feel it hardening against you, assuming the shape of a very thick tentacle that is eager to invade every available inch of your ass – and beyond.

You feel it pushing in, first in little undulating motions to ease your muscles, before it presses harder, forcing its way deeper. You can't fight it, and you don't see a reason to do so either, and it's not as if the monster gives you time to adjust to the sensation anyway as it focuses on your last hole next. A deep thrumming motion goes through the wobbly mass, causing you to shiver and your thighs to twitch, and all you can do is watch with hooded eyes as not one but three tentacles glide against and between your folds in a dizzying rhythm.

Your head is swimming, eyes threatening to roll back, but you want to keep watching as they stimulate you, rubbing and rolling, it feels so good, so gentle, like waves lapping at your skin, a cool sensation against your heated flesh. You'd moan and mewl, buck your hips against them, but you're immobile, gagged, unable to do anything but watch and feel.

Luckily the creature seems to sense what feels good to you (maybe it can read whatever lurks in the depths of your empty mind?), and it starts moving exactly like you want it to move. It lifts your hips, up and down, in tandem to the strokes of its undulating appendages, causing your wetness to gather between your folds, and you wished you could hear the squelching sounds or at least be able to moan properly without anything blocking your throat. No matter. It still feels too good to be true, and when one of the tentacles slips beneath the hood of your throbbing clit, a deep shudder crashes through your body as you convulse on the waves of bliss.

The slime seems to feel your ecstasy and doubles it efforts, rubbing and prodding harder, firmer, faster, until you come properly, your eyelids fluttering shut as lights explode behind them, your thighs twitching, your still empty cunt clenching around nothing. You do squeeze around the thick tendril in your ass that stopped moving when it reached your bowels, just resting there now, deep inside you, filling you out, holding you up as if you were a mere doll impaled on a ventriloquist's fist.

Your orgasm subsides slowly, and when you open your eyes lazily, you notice just in time how the tentacles between your legs meld into a particularly large one before its tip presses right between your puffy labia, poking at your entrance, and you'd scream if you could as it plunges into you, forcing its soft form into any crevasse it can find before pulling back and impaling you again, and again, until your tense muscles give way for it to penetrate you deeper.

It's a strange sensation. It's clearly a heavy mass inside you, pushing against your squishy walls, pressing deep until your cervix stops it, but it's also soft enough to mold itself to your shape, filling you out, and in doing so stimulating all the sensitive spots deep within you. You are a writhing mess as it starts moving inside you, pulling back and pushing in, in and out, back and forth, moving alongside the tendril in your ass as it guides you into its thrusts, and you're like a boat in a storm, pushed and pulled, that way and this, unable to do anything but feel.

It feels too good to complain. Head empty, just bliss. You can't even focus on your orgasms because they just come like you do, gentle at first, a soft wave crashing over you, then getting more intense, more and more, until your whole body is spasming in the slime's hold, your juices seeping into its body, getting absorbed, and it seemingly feeds off them, grows bolder in its movements, faster, harder, more relentless.

And it never stops, or so it feels. You are floating on that incredible high, disconnected from the world, it's just pleasure, no pain, orgasm after orgasm, and you'd think you'd faint from the exertion, from how your heart pounds in your stuffed ears, but somehow the slime keeps you conscious enough to feel it, over and over again. And how you feel.

All its tendrils move in a synchronized rhythm, in and out, the one in your cunt hammering into you, the one in your ass undulating as it feeds more and more of itself into your body, and the one in your throat moves as well, gently up and down, like little vibrations that thrum down your esophagus, and you'd think it would reach your stomach soon, to be met by the other one pressing from the other side, but you can't think about it, can't think anything, just feel...

You're drifting, slipping in and out of consciousness, but you always come back to another wave of pleasure, held up by the slime's mass and its unrelenting tentacles, head spinning, eyes hooded, drool dripping past your lips and right into the gelatinous mass encasing you. The same happens every time the thing in your cunt makes you squirt by pummeling into your g-spot with vigor, when the heat from deep within pushes out of you with force, only to be absorbed by the monster holding you captive.

It's an endless cycle of coming and being let down only to be propelled back up again, over and over, and every time you orgasm the thing around and inside you moves faster, vibrates more, seemingly grows stronger and bigger, putting its new strength into ramming its tentacles into your holes more fiercely, and it's when it finally reaches what can only be its max capacity that a sudden jerk goes through the wobbly mass.

It's only a second when it pauses, but it's enough to allow you to watch out of tired eyes as its massive body presses against the glass door of the shower, spilling over it, losing some of its dense form, and you feel yourself slipping in its hold, its tendrils impaling you but unable to hold you up any longer. It even slips from your ears, unplugging you, and the first thing you hear is the shattering of glass as it pushes out of the shower, making the door explode into tiny shards that get stuck in its outer shell.

It slips through the large opening, pulling you with it, and you glide out of its mass like a newborn calf, wet and slimy all over, shivering as the cold air of the bathroom hits your exposed skin. Its tentacles withdraw from your holes, and you feel strangely empty without them, your muscles still trying to clench back into their original form. The one in your throat is the last to leave you, and once it does, you feel the sudden urge to cough, to inhale sharply, to get as much air into your burning lungs as possible.

With the need to breathe comes the need to think, and when your mind restarts from its forced slumber, you blink in confusion, trying to make sense of your position on the floor, why you're so wet, why the shower door is broken, why you feel so weird all over. Weird, but also... good? Filled even though you're empty? Satisfied beyond belief?

Slowly you sit up, wiping at your face, pushing a strand of hair out of your forehead. As you scramble to your feet, which proves difficult with how much your legs are shaking, you see something out of the corner of your eye, a motion, something green disappearing out of sight. Frowning as you turn your head to look around the bathroom, you wonder what happened, having no recollection whatsoever.

Apparently you slipped in the shower, broke its door and woke up after who knows how long, just lying on the floor? Perhaps. Doesn't explain the sticky feeling between your legs, but maybe you just had a wet dream, stranger things have happened. Nothing to worry about. Let's wash up and move on, hm? you think to yourself as you step back into the shower, not even wondering where all the glass shards of the broken door have gone.

After you cleaned up properly, you dry off with the provided towels and get dressed again, before you check your reflection in the mirror one more time. Looks good enough. Time to get back to the party. Because that was why you came to this house. Where they gave you this strange jello shot... Before your memory comes crashing back down on you, you turn to the door, shaking your head to clear it, feeling as if you were in dire need of some fresh air.

Because whatever you think to remember happened, could have never actually happened. Nope. Not in a million years. You just have a very big imagination.

So you slip out of the bathroom back onto the hallway, hoping nobody would notice the missing shower door or the mess you made on the floor.

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weebsinstash · 6 days ago

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*sigh* gosh you know, I have to say that one of my favorite things about Alastor is just the romanticism in the aesthetic of the time period he's from, specifically the fashion. I keep thinking of Alastor finding out you're his fated red-string-soulmate and thus, taking it on as his official duty to take care of you, which includes styling you, especially if you're a little, shall we say, homely

I just picture, he rolls up to your front door, following this new red string he hasn't seen in the almost 100 years he's been dead, almost scoffing at the nation he has one at all but being oh so curious anyways, and he's greeted by... you. Shy, quiet, modern you in your cheap modern clothes and your withdrawn demeanor. He's standing there in his suit with cologne and his cane and you've got like. An anime graphic tee and some sweatpants with dirty socks on and your hair is dry as fuck

But he's still instantly smitten. You're like a little puppy left out in the rain who needs a nice warm bath and a good brushing. He's already having so many ideas of how to fix you up like his new favorite doll, and he can tell your self esteem could be much much higher than what he's seeing, so, it's for you as well, isn't it?

He isnt... ENTIRELY intending to be demeaning, but, he sees how little effort you put into yourself (because you hate yourself lmao) and he just tut-tuts, "oh no, this simply will not do, my dear!". He's not much of a capitalist, but, it seems he'll have to take you shopping for some nicer garments, won't he? He'll pay for everything, of course! He definitely has to get you something as lovely as you, and you're a total shrinking violet when he winds up taking you to a tailor for both making adjustments to things he's picked up for you, but also, having something completely custom made.

He gets all warm and fuzzy as he watches you gaze upon your reflection in a full length mirror after he's dressed you for the first time, clearly unused to seeing yourself like this, especially if you're a lady and wearing the long skirt and dresses from his time are completely foreign to you, bringing a gentle feminity that you're unaccustomed to. Maybe, just maybe, it even makes you cry a little bit. You ask him if he's sure he wants to pay for all of this, to 'waste his money on you when you still look "like you"', and he just scoffs. "What are you even talking about? You look absolutely stunning, my dear! I fear I may even have to hide you away so that none of the perverted scoundrels down here get any funny ideas!"

I know this is so... tender but I actually really like the idea of... Reader being really exhausted and run down and, maybe you're even SUPER sick and he helps run you a bath, rolling up his sleeves as he pulls up a stool next to the old claw bathtub he has you in to help wash you and your hair, fingers gently massaging shampoo onto your scalp, dutifully combing out all the knots, putting in more love in dedication to your hair than even you do. He helps you out of the tub and there's a set of brand new modest pajamas with a thin robe that fit you perfectly and are so soft and comfy, the demon maybe even putting your washed locks in a bonnet or getting you a silk pillowcase as he leads your wobbly tired self to a bed with freshly cleaned linens, pulling the blanket up over you, putting an ice pack or cold washcloth on your forehead to help you keep cool, fetching you a glass of water for your parched throat and sitting at your bedside reading a book until you've peacefully drifted off to sleep in your new room. Alastor doesn't let himself get a wink of sleep until you're in deep slumber, but, even still, he can't help but simply sit there and watch the soft rise and fall of your chest, glued to your bedside all night, still finding himself staring at you as your eyes flutter awake in the morning and realizing, as cute as you are asleep, he misses you ever so much when you're not around to talk to

Just in general, you two having matching pajamas as the man has you sleeping in two twin beds in the same room. He may let you develop your own sense of style but he adores adding touches of red to your clothing so the two of you match, and if you have a personal color of your own, you may occasionally spot the Radio Demon sporting an accesory with that same hue.

It isn't terribly long after he's met you and brought you into a shared living space at all until he's already looking for engagement bands and wedding rings behind your back. He wants to keep it a surprise after all! He's perusing so many options styled from his time period, delicate silvers with spiraling filigree and modest diamonds, unable to decide on ovals or circles or square stones or even the band itself, something sturdy yet classy. Yet... he just adores you so much that he's not sure he can make a decision! It actually gets him very flustered and frustrated; the ring has to be absolutely perfect, and of course, he'll want to help you pick out a dress as well! And he'll have to decide on a venue! Which of his cohorts does he want to invite? What if you just look so beautiful that some of the guests want you for themselves?? Now he's just getting paranoid

Oh, Alastor will certainly continue to dress you up and take you out to dinner and jazz clubs and taking you dancing, but, unbeknownst to you, he may or may not be hiding an engagement band under his gloves and a little velvet box in his coat pocket. It gives him such an immense joy just to carry them, but he hopes someday soon, he'll be able to look at you in your pretty dresses and your cute little cloche hats and be able to eventually admire the sight of that ring around your finger as he holds your hand. Until then, he's just happy being with you for every moment that he can, even in the moments where you're not even aware that he's there at all, hiding in the shadows and making sure he's doing everything to keep you safe :)

#yandere x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts #i keep getting recommended videos from a channel called gabis vintage and she makes tons of shorts about vintage clothing including 1920s #sigh... i get the most romantic ideas for the character who canonically wants nothing to do with romance lmao

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diyahatnight · 2 years ago

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Genshin men NSFW head canons

Warnings: This isn’t porn with a plot, it’s more of the sexual life of your relationship!

Minor’s dni

You can read the non nsfw version

Parings: Childe, Kazuha, Venti, Zhongli, Ayato, Wanderer, Xiao, Diluc, and Cyno X F! reader

Summary: These are head cannons and mini stories of your sex life with these characters, after your relationship started getting serious.

Notes: This is a modern au with phones and sending text messages. It also always seems so out of character for me when i write nsfw stuff. Please excuse my grammar mistakes <3

Childe

You haven’t seen your boyfriend for a while so you decided to go visit him at the golden house for a little. You did this often whenever you missed him so when he sees you enter he’s not surprised “Hey girlie.” You go over and give him a hug and he hugs you back. “Since you’re here how about we spar?” he asks you that every time you come and visit him. There is only one condition, if he wins, he gets to fuck you. But if you win he still gets to fuck you. There’s no escaping it. He loved when you came in and visited him because every time he had you pinned against the wall with your legs over his shoulders while he pounded into your cunt like there’s no tomorrow. This was his most favorite place to fuck. You never admitted it but you sometimes come and visit him when you’re horny and craved his fat cock.

Kazuha

Kazuha would be out at sea for a very long time, longer than usual. And you missed him sooooo much. For some reason you always found yourself on a tiny boat next to a large one which happens to be Beidou’s ship. They pull you in wondering what the hell you were doing in the middle of the ocean and you had no idea either. You told them how long you’ve been out there and they were shocked to hear that you’ve been at sea without food and water for a week, wondering how you’re still alive. After they fed you and gave you some water Beidou told Kazuha to take you to his personal cabin so you could shower and get some warm clothes, so he did. He had you laying on the bed in an instant. He had locked the door when y’all first came in the room. He had planned to fuck you before you the both of you went inside the cabin. He always slowly inserted himself until he bottomed out. To him, fucking you and making love with you was 2 different things. So he was going to make you feel good slow, and sensually. y’all are gonna be in there for a while as he had you cumming on his cock multiple times before he pulled out and came on your stomach, and beidou new that. As that wasn’t your first time in his cabin, that’s why you were so familiar with it.

Venti

Venti loved ovulation week so much, that sweet smell that came from you turned him on so much. As he was the anemo archon, he was able to smell basically everything. So when he came home drunk as hell you had to bathe him like a child. You were wearing a nightgown and no panties because you were in the middle of changing and when he came home he interrupted you. That sweet smell was so strong and was calling his name he pulled you inside the bathtub with your nightgown still on and stuck his hard cock inside you with no warning. He wanted to taste and see if you were as sweet as you smelled but he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet so fucking you on spot was his next best option.

Bonus: When your sex life with him started you didn’t expect much from him because he’s a little man and doesn’t seem like the type that carries something heavy in his pants, but you didn’t mind. You had completely forgot that he had the ability to shape shift, so you were shocked at the bulge a lone, but when he pulled it out your jaw was on the floor. Maybe that’s why he was so small and skinny but so heavy…

Zhongli

Zhongli’s cock is HUGE no questions asked. He’s about 9-10 inches, you think more about 11 but he doesn’t believe so. It’s more on the thick side so it’s quite heavy and the boners are outrageous. You decided to mess with him in public once and it was your worse decision of your life. When y’all got home that day he scolded you for being childish for grinding yourself on his cock. But he fucked you on the spot in public, in front of people. Secretly though, and nobody noticed, somehow. Nobody noticed how you arched your back on him and how your eyes rolled back when you had an orgasm on his cock. Luckily your skirt concealed the connection.

Ayato

Ayato had once done something that felt illegal. During a meeting he had you under the table giving him head. He told you to be careful and not make any noises while you sucked on his cock under the table. You felt like you were going to get in trouble if you got found out, but Ayato assured you that you wouldn’t he’s just doing it privately so the people don’t think down on him. It shocked you when he asked you to do this because he doesn’t seem like the type of person to be interested. The whole time he was talking he had a straight face not expressing pleasure at all, it wasn’t a struggle to hide it but he accidentally paused when he came inside your mouth. After the short pause he continued to talk like he didn’t just empty his balls down your throat. After the meeting is over he tells the last person out to lock the door after them so he could pull you out and bend you over the table.

Wanderer (Hat guy/ Kuni)

This man has absolutely no fears. You wanted to go and find Tighnari so he could teach you how to make some medicines and your boyfriend Kuni decided to accompany you. You and him kept messing around and he pushed you inside a pond, you came out soaking wet and your clothes see through, and that turned him on. You found a nice lady and she allowed you to go in and dry your clothes and change. Kuni followed in and sat on the toilet, the bathroom was quite small but it was fine. You got completely naked and he watched you as you undressed, with absolutely no shame and visibly getting hard. He pulled you onto his lap and just got to the point, fucked you cowgirl style but he was ramming into you hard and all you hear is skin slapping and concealed moans. The lady heard and was disgusted, you felt bad for having sex in a random lady’s home but Kuni didn’t care. When the both of you walked out she was gonna confront you but the glare your boyfriend gave her scared the hell out of her.

Xiao

He was inexperienced when you first met him all he new was what sex was. After being with him for a while he was open to anything so he did anything you pleased, anything that you asked for. He pleased your every sexual desire, when you told him what you think would feel really good. He’d look at porn videos to get visuals, you told him what porn was and ever since then he got all his moves from there. He randomly started being experienced and you were kinda scared when he had you cumming 3 times on his cock before he even came once.

Diluc

He’s such a calm lovable sweet partner, and he does whatever he can to please you. And whatever he can to have you screaming his name. If you come and visit him at the winery while nobody is around and it’s just the two of you, he’s having his own special serving. He doesn’t initiate the first move, but when you start he won’t stop until you have had at least 2 orgasms and him 1. He likes to make you take him over the counter or in the back, he’s a freak in hiding. He honestly doesn’t care if the two of you get caught because it’s his winery, he doesn’t care if he traumatizes some kids eyes, why would you let your kid wander inside of a winery that’s not his fault. They could probably hear you screaming his name too, that parent should have known what the slurred “Diluc” followed by a couple cuss words and skin slapping was, and not even let that child near the winery while there was another child in the process of being made. After he’s satisfied, he stops being super bold then apologizes to you, then pray to the archons after the fact that nobody saw or heard him and you.

Cyno

You have so much access to this man’s body anytime you please, he’s half naked all the time so your hands are everywhere. Once you, Cyno, Tighnari, and Collei were just exploring the desert and Cyno thought of a new joke and really wanted to tell you, even though he knew you didn’t like them. (idk bout y’all but i personally like his jokes) He was really excited to tell you this one but he had to do it in private. When Tighnari walked ahead and Collei followed him he took this as his time to tell you the most sexual joke known to man. He also told you how nice you looked, and you actually laughed but the joke kinda made you horny. You were all over touching his body and at one point your hand started to trail down a little too far, while standing behind the innocent. He had to pull you to a private cave with no monsters and fuck your brains straight. He said that you were just thinking with your little cunt and you said “Yeah and she craves your attention.” so he gave it to you.

I just KNOW Zhongli, Childe, and Diluc’s dicks are huge, have y’all seen that thing on tiktok of how you can see their pp animation? They all got third legs oml.

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towriteloveontheirarms · 7 months ago

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I missed talking to you (modern!bodyguard!Criston Cole x Reader)

synopsis: He was hired to protect you. However, he does so much more.

warnings: age gap, smut, p in v, fucking in the bathtub, semi public sex, afab reader

word count: 2.4k

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Dividers by me

The room is dark, safe for the dim glow of a TV illuminating a small space around itself. The sound of the video that had been playing for the past couple hours is drowned out by growing frustration. The clock on your phone shows a more than ungodly time, that brings you to huff and turn around a little more forcefully than necessary, the bed protesting against the way you let yourself fall back on it carelessly. But to no surprise even that doesn't work and so, with a groan you force yourself to get up. The idea was that walking around and grabbing a snack could potentially help. Hopefully. And so you sneak out of the room to the kitchen, where you are met with Criston Cole, the bodyguard your father had hired for you.

“Shouldn't you be long asleep?” The tall man asks with a gruff voice.

He remembers you wishing him a good night, hours earlier. The clock showed past 4am now.

“Yeah, I should.” You chuckle bitterly. “I'm just gonna make some tea and then I'm gone again.”

Cole nods silently and continues to drink his coffee. His beautiful dark eyes are trained on your neck the entire time you wait for the kettle to cook the water inside. You can feel them like a warm sensation spreading through your back. You had long since stopped to wonder what might be going on behind the windows to his soul. Deciding that, whatever it may be, would forever remain a mystery to you. At times your friends had commented though that it looked like he wanted to eat you or that he looked ready jump in front of a bullet for you. The latter was easy to ignore. He was your bodyguard after all. The first was less so.

Your train of thought is broken up by the kettle whistling. Carefully you put it in a cup along with the tea. The cup gently warming your hands. It's comforting.

You turn to Cole once more and not again. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Is his quiet answer, accompanied by another short nod.

And with that you are off to bed.

Multiple days pass idly by without any further happenings, when your friends words get to you. He looks like he wants to eat you. No matter how much you try to lie to yourself, the thought itself, without being thought into much, is a rather exciting one. So, one evening while you relax in the bathtub, you work up the nerves to test that theory.

“Criston, could you come in here for a moment?” You call through the door in the loveliest voice you can muster.

“Yes, miss? Do you need anything?” His voice comes through a crack in the door immediately.

“Don't be shy. Come in. And how often have I told you not to call me miss?” The amused lilt in your voice is clearly noticeable.

“O-of course...” Even though you are entirely covered with foam his eyes stay focused on the ground before the tub. “What is it you may need?”

“It's not nice to not look at the person you are talking to, you know?” You put on a small pout. Though it comes as a surprise when he looks at you, the tan skin of his cheeks erupting in a dark cherry colour.

“My apologies, mi… My apologies.” He mumbles hastily, expectantly awaiting your answer to his earlier question.

“Criston, I’m bored.” You make a show if yawning and stretching your arms over your head. “Can you join me? Please?”

The plea is met with him choking on his own spit. Coughing violently, tears shooting into his eyes as he does so. “I think that would be most inappropriate. In fact, I´m not even sure if I should be in here right now.”

"Awww, come on? My father is not gonna find out and I could really use some company in here." Propping your chin up on one arm on the edge of the tub, you dunk your other hand just below the surface, pulling it out to flick the little droplets in the direction of his chest.

You see the resolve in his eyes, but it is slowly wearing thin. Not that it looked particularly strong to begin with. A bit of fluttering with your lashes and he is basically gone, looking like he is ready to pounce on you as the two of you hastily remove his clothes and settle in the tub together. Exchanging heated kisses as he lifts you into his lap, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as your hands commit every inch of the other´s body to memory. The loud moan as he enters you is muffled by one of his rough hands over your mouth, trying desperately to keep anyone from hearing what the two of you are doing. The water and foam slosh against the porcelain, yet the only thing able to swallow both of your moans is the bruising, breath stealing kiss that dogs up your mind like the hot water does the room. Your hands travel over his chest restlessly, eliciting a new deep groan every time your fingers brush against the sensitive peaks. At the same time Criston’s rough hands massage your lower cheeks, lightly spreading them as he guides you up and down on his hard length. All the while your wet chests rub against each other, a sheen of sweat covering your bodies from the heat in the bathroom and your exertion.

Your moans and groans echo through the room and bounce off the tiles, but the longer you go on, the less either of you can bring yourselves to care about being caught. As the knot in your stomach draws tighter, your hands go up into Criston's dark hair to pull his head back. Resting your forehead against his, your noses touching, yet neither of you moves in to close the kiss again. Rather just remaining like this as the movement of your hips grows more frenzied from enjoyment, breathing into each other with loose hanging jaws. The dizziness resulting from it seems to only add to your sensitivity. Criston's strong arms bring you down harder and faster on his lap, eliciting even louder sounds from your lungs and pulling tears of pleasure from your eyes. The salty droplets rolling over your cheeks before joining the water that encompasses the two of you. His body begins to shake uncontrollably and before you can ready yourself, the waves of an orgasm crash over him. Despite the tremors, Criston keeps thrusting into you until you join him in the throes of his ecstasy. Fucking you through the climax until your legs still. Only then he unceremoniously lifts you off him and sits you down in the tub and dries himself off, getting dressed to stand in front of the door to take up his duty once more. Your eyes follow his every move all the while, beginning to shiver as the now cold water seeps into the still warm skin. Neither of you dares to utter a word. Silently vowing secrecy as to what had just happened. A promise Criston keeps a little too well as he only speaks to you when entirely necessary from that moment on.

The party was boring you already. Your father had wandered off to network as soon as you had arrived about a half hour ago which had stretched to eternity. Sitting at the bar you nursed a glass of wine, staring holes into the fabric of space and time as you hoped it would be over soon. And while you were lucky enough to not be bothered by any of your fathers’ coworkers, the holes Criston Cole's dark eyes burned into you didn't go quite as unnoticed as he probably would have hoped. The warm sensation has become a sort of normality ever since your moment in the bath. Spreading out from the pit of your stomach, as the brown eyes roamed over your body in the fancy dress that you couldn't wait to get out of as soon as you came home. Downing the red contents of the glass, you stand up and wander off through the long corridors, knowing that the dark-haired man would follow.

Your mind is set on clearing up his avoidant behaviour. Once you are far away enough for the sounds of the party to have fainted to a quiet buzz in the back of your ears, you finally turn to the man that followed you like a shadow.

“Do you plan on never talking to me ever again?” You ask him with crossed arms and a huff falling from your lungs.

Frustration is etched onto both of your faces and filling the air around. “I´m sorry. I wasn´t aware my job required to also be your friend.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. If you regret fucking me so much, why didn't you just resign and safe everyone this stupid farce?” You argue back.

Promptly you feel the cold wall press against your front in an opposite sensation to his warm hand quieting you with a hand over your mouth once more, bringing back memories of your shared moment in the bathtub.

“Shhh or do you want anyone finding out?” He hisses into your ear, yet further down you can feel something hard press against your lower back. Pushing back against it elicits a low groan from the dark-haired man. A deep, throaty growl follows directly after as he finds the back of your neck and shoulders. Kissing and biting along your skin, his free hand tightly grabs your hair to pull it out of the way.

"Are you going to behave if I let go of your mouth, hm?" Criston's voice is barely above a husky whisper against the shell of your ear.

"Yes, I promise. I just need you so bad" you are just as desperate as he is.

In this state he could have asked almost anything of you and once his hand is removed from your mouth you would have agreed to it in an instant.

"Good girl... I'll make it good for you, but you have to be quiet. Can you do that?"

You can only answer in a hurried nod.

“Good.” Criston whispers.

The hand that was previously clamped over your mouth finds its way down your body and bunches up the fabric of your skirt until his fingertips brush against the lace of your panties.

“You knew this would happen, didn't you? Such a dirty girl.” he rasps, grinding his hips against you a bit harder. “Someone should punish you.”

“Please, punish me.” your voice shudders along with your breath.

When you turn your head to look at him your eyebrows are pulled down and drawn together in a pleading tone.

At the promise of a punishment your heart can't help but beat faster. Your lower lip immediately fits between your teeth, biting down hard to suppress the moan trying to escape as his palm makes harsh contact with your ass.

“Better be quiet. Otherwise, someone might find out what a dirty girl little miss perfect really is.” Criston taunts you.

The next slap is delivered even harsher, causing you to bite down on your lip until a very faint coppery taste introduces itself to your tongue. The hand rubs over the reddened flesh, soothing the stinging pain while Criston’s other hand snakes its way into your panties.

In response you press your behind closer to his front, feeling him groan in your ear as the movement of his hips speeds up. Instinctively you begin to rub against his fingers circling your clit. Whining from the stimulation. Stuttered breaths stumble from your lips as you desperately try to keep quiet. Only for your heart to be sent into overdrive as Criston lets go of your rear to turn your head and crash your lips together. Your hands claw at the wall, trying to find some purchase as your body gets rocked back and forth with every thrust against your backside. All the while thick digits enter your heat, curling upwards to play with your sweet spot immediately. The palm of Criston’s hand still rubs at your sensitive clit, making you see stars through half closed eyes, quiet moans get barely stifled by the hungry crashing and lapping of joined lips. Easily to be heard by anyone who would pass by you by chance, and they only grow more frantic. The air gets pushed out of your lungs entirely as you get trapped in tighter between the cold hard wall and the warm, tall body behind you, pushing you against it more. A wet tongue darts out to lick over the shell of your ear.

Criston begins to tremble with ecstasy first. A wet spot growing on the fabric separating your back from his front. Breathy groans fan hot over the side of your face and teeth nip at your earlobe. All of a sudden you freeze in bliss. Eyes rolled back and pressed tightly together, lips parted loosely in a silent scream all come together to a mask of unmistakable and unmatched pleasure. It feels as if your heart stops right along with your breath as waves of energy pulse through you, pumping the blood exceptionally fast through your veins to heighten your sensitivity as your whole body shakes and trembles in the little space between the wall and Criston's tall frame.

“I didn't regret what happened.” He whispers into the quiet, pulling your eyes from fixing your dress with a start.

“What?” The question is the only thing that comes to mind in the moment.

“I didn't regret it.” Criston repeats a little louder. “I just needed some time to process it.”

“Have you processed it now?” Even though you feel stupid for asking, the question is out before you can hold it back. “Because I would like to do it again if you are up to it.”

The dark-haired man nods. “I would like that too.”

“Good.” You smile at him, your eyes softening as they meet his. Together the two of you make your way back to the event, hoping your absence hasn't been too noticeable.

“I kinda missed talking to you.” You admit to Criston, the words barely above a whisper over your shoulder. A last quiet moment between the two of you, to make the rest of the night more bearable.

#ser criston #ser criston cole #criston cole #criston cole x reader #criston cole x you #house of the dragon #hotd #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon x you #hotd x reader #hotd modern au #modern house of the dragon au #modern hotd au #house of the dragon fic #hotd fic #hotd smut

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toyastales · 1 year ago

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inubaki · 2 months ago

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Married to-? ——-

FluffWeek prompt: husbands

I made up an idea of a reincarnated Adam in a modern suburban setting. In which he thinks he has it all. A lovely house. Job. Friends. Spouse. As long as he doesn’t think about it too hard.

—- I talked it over with @libby-for-life and commissioned her to write the story since people seemed interested but I know my own writing is awful.

hope you all enjoy as much as I do. ———-

Adam woke up as he always did, stretching his arms overhead with a wide yawn and a sleepy grin spreading across his face. The sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. He turned to the side, his gaze falling on his husband, Sam, who lay peacefully asleep next to him. Smaller in stature, Sam had always been the perfect counter to Adam’s broad frame, and despite his delicate appearance, Adam knew all too well that his partner was far from fragile.

With a growing smile, Adam gently brushed back the tousled blonde hair that had fallen over Sam’s forehead, tucking it softly behind his ear. He admired the way the morning light highlighted the sharp angles of his husband's face and the faint smile that teased at the corners of his lips even in slumber. "I love you..." Adam whispered, his voice barely above a sigh, watching as Sam stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently in his dreams. The sound was endearing, and Adam couldn't help but chuckle softly, thankful for the quiet moments they shared together.

He gently got up to make breakfast for his hubby. Humming to himself, Adam got the clothes he would wear for the day and stepped into the opulent bathroom, his gaze immediately drawn to the luxurious surroundings. The floor was covered in polished marble tiles that gleamed under the warm glow of strategically placed LED lights. Each tile reflected the light like a polished gemstone, creating a mesmerizing effect.

The walls were adorned with rich, textured wallpaper in deep hues of navy and gold. A large, ornate mirror framed in antique gold hung above a double vanity that was crafted from dark walnut wood, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen. The vanity was equipped with high-end fixtures, shimmering in chrome and accented with intricate detailing.

As Adam walked further in, he noticed the spacious freestanding bathtub, which was a work of art in itself, featuring a sleek, modern design with smooth curves. A waterfall faucet that could have water cascade into the tub, producing a soothing sound that complemented the serene atmosphere. Plush towels, neatly arranged on a heated towel rack nearby, were invitingly soft, hinting at the comfort that awaited.

To the side, a glass-enclosed walk-in shower boasted multiple showerheads and an array of luxurious toiletries displayed on a minimalist shelf. The steam that came from the shower would be a soft haze, giving the room an ethereal quality.

Adam took a moment to appreciate the thoughtful details—a small potted orchid on the vanity, the subtle scent of essential oils wafting through the air, and the soft, ambient music that played in the background. Sam knew him so well and he still couldn't believe that he designed this bathroom with Adam in mind.

He gently stripped from his silk pajamas, a gift from Sam with a note saying how sexy he would look in the nightgown, and he hopped into the shower. As much as Adam wanted a bath, he wanted to personally make Sam's lunch and that meant racing their cook to the kitchen. Lathering some apple-scented body wash, Sam had a thing for apples that Adam didn't mind indulging him in, and washed himself clean.

He took his time, running a hand over the scars under his chest. While he didn't used to be, Adam was confident in his body and while his body may not be under traditional gender norms, his lack of dick didn't make him any less of a boy.

Despite the body dysmorphia growing up, Adam did have a good childhood. He was born into a loving family who thought he was a girl and treated him as such. Until he was four years old.

Adam was in his small bathroom, glaring at the pigtails that his mother had put up in two pretty bows. He hated it. Why couldn't he have the hair that all his friends had? They had told him that girls weren't allowed to play with them. That word. He hated it more than anything. He had taken a pair of scissors and cut his pigtails off, bows and all.

He immediately smiled at his reflection, liking how short it looked. His parents didn't understand at first but indulged him. To this day, they were still his loving and supportive parents who paid and fought for his right for top surgery at fifteen when Adam realized he wasn't going to be small-chested but be on the bigger side.

And while he had definitely gotten heavier as he got older, and spoiled by his husband, he still had a masculine appearance and Adam couldn't be happier with it. Especially with the beard he had growing.

Adam quickly dried off, the soft cotton towel brushing against his skin, and slipped into a comfortable pair of simple navy pants and a classic white shirt before making his way to the warmly lit kitchen. The inviting aroma of fresh coffee wafted through the air as he moved. He arrived just in time, beating the cook to the kitchen.

"Ah, Mr. Morningstar. I was just about—" Jerald, the cook, started to say, his voice tinged with surprise.

"I've got breakfast for today, Jerald," Adam replied, flashing a kind smile that lit up his face. Jerald nodded appreciatively, his smile widening, before he exited the kitchen to make his rounds.

Adam rolled up his sleeves and got to work, carefully mixing the batter for the pancakes, the gentle clinking of the whisk against the bowl filling the air as he added just the right amount of vanilla extract. He sizzled strips of bacon in the skillet until it was perfectly crispy and arranged plump, juicy strawberries on a plate. He could already envision Sam’s delighted expression at the sight of his favorite breakfast.

Moments later, Sam stumbled into the kitchen, his tousled hair hinting at the long night he'd had. A small but tired smile graced his lips, his blue eyes, still hazy with sleep, sparkled with affection as he took in the scene. "And how is my wonderful husband?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Adam’s back, warmth radiating from his touch.

Adam giggled at the affectionate gesture, turning to face him with genuine joy. "Good morning! I'm good, and how about my Ducky? How is he?"

"Good...what are you cooking?" Sam inquired, leaning slightly against the counter, his curiosity piqued

"Your favorite!" Adam exclaimed, his voice bright with enthusiasm. Sam’s smile widened, and his eyes glimmered with love as he watched Adam pour the pancake batter onto the hot griddle, the sound of bubbling batter echoing in the kitchen. They soon both sat down and began to eat their meal.

Sam looked at his watch and nearly choked on a syrup-drenched pancake bite. "Golly! Is that the time?!" He yelled standing up. Adam blinked and watched as Sam quickly ate the rest of his food before kissing Adam on the cheek. "Bye, my love! Don't wait up!" Adam watched with a smile as Sam ran from the kitchen to get to work. His husband was always running late for something.

Adam shaking his head fondly, he cleared the table and placed the dirty dishes in the sink before leaving the rest for the maid to clean knowing she had a particular way of doing it and found it scandalous that one of the Masters of the house would clean when it was her job.

Besides, today was a special day for Adam—he was finally meeting up with some old college friends he hadn’t seen in years. Angelia and David had reached out, excited to shop and spend some quality time with him, and who was Adam to refuse such an invitation? The drive to the quaint little coffee shop downtown was filled with anticipation, the streets bustling with late-morning activity.

As he parked and stepped inside, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the sweet scent of pastries enveloped him. He spotted Angelia and David seated at a cozy corner table, their faces lighting up as they waved him over. Adam smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at the sight of them. He walked over, exchanging hugs as he exclaimed, “Guys! You look amazing!”

David, with his usual effortless charm, leaned back in his chair, long hair casually falling over one shoulder as he placed their orders for lattes and blueberry muffins. Meanwhile, Angelia eagerly leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “So, I’ve heard you settled down well! How’s it feel to be married to a big shot?”

At the mention of his husband, Adam felt a slight blush creep up his cheeks, a mix of pride and affection warming his heart. He couldn’t help but smile as he replied, “He’s amazing... really. It’s been a whirlwind, but every moment is worth it.” The nostalgia of their college days mingled with his present happiness, reminding him just how far they all had come.

"What does he do?" David asked as he gently placed Adam’s hazelnut latte on the table, the rich aroma wafting between them. Adam took a sip of his drink, savoring the warmth, before finally replying, "Oh, he's a contractor." The foamy surface of the latte reflected the late morning light filtering through the café window. As Adam continued to drink, he felt the weight of their stares, a gentle pressure that urged him to elaborate.

"Well?" Angelia chimed in, her green eyes shimmering with curiosity and a hint of mischief. "Contracting what?"

Adam hesitated, a frown creasing his brow as he tried to dig through the mental fog. "He...uh, you know...I don't quite remember?" he stammered, his mind racing. Sam was definitely a contractor—he owned his own construction company, after all. They often discussed their workday in the evenings, but the specifics were a blur.

"Wait...you don't know what your husband does for work?" David raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "Don't you think that's a little weird?"

"I'm sure he's told me, but I just forgot!" Adam insisted, laughter laced with nervousness escaping his lips. He tried to sound reassuring, but as the conversation shifted, the nagging thought clung to him—how had he forgotten something so fundamental? What exactly did it mean to be a contractor? Did Sam never explain it in detail? Or had they just never had the chance to delve into such a vital aspect of each other’s lives? They’d been married for four years, for God's sake! Adam has even met Lucifer’s daughter from her work from overseas. They called all the time—Surely at some point, the nature of Sam’s work had come up some variety of their conversations.

He'll ask Sam tonight. That'll clear the whole thing up.

Later on that night, Sam came home in a ruffled suit looking exhausted but perked up when he saw Adam reading on their bed. Adam smiled when he came in, ready to ask his question but stopped when he saw Sam giving him...the look.

Adam blushed heavily. This meant Sam was feeling especially sexually frustrated and Adam was going to have a wonderfully long night. Sam took off his tie, his shirt, and then his pants. He was purposefully teasing Adam and it was working. He bit his lip as Lucifer stood before him naked, his long thick appendage hanging low.

"Addy....are you going to be a good boy tonight?" Adam nodded as Sam showed him the tie he would be using to blindfold him. Adam gently knelt before Sam and he gently tied it around his eyes, obscuring his vision. "Oh, Addy...you have no idea the day I've had...and the only thing that made me sane was thinking about what I'd do to you when I came home." He was roughly pushed onto the bed.

This was Sam’s other side. While Adam loved Sam’s gentler and softer side, the one who loved ducks and could name you the most obscure fact about them to making duck-shaped butter balls to place on toast, Adam also loved this side of Sam as well. Dominating and controlling. An animal in the sheets.

He felt hands glide over his skin, slipping under his nightgown. Fingers pinched sensitive nipples causing Adam to cry out. "Now, didn't I say to be a good boy? Good boys are silent. Don't make me gag you~."

Adam nodded and kept quiet as Sam explored his body excruciatingly slowly. And then, faster than Adam was expecting, he was rolled onto his stomach and his nightgown lifted. "There's the dessert...don't mind if I do." Adam bit his pillow to keep from screaming in pleasure as a tongue entered.

Adam didn't know how it was possible but the man seemed to be able to lick everything inside of him all at once, hitting places that Adam didn't think were possible, it had to be otherwise Sam wouldn't be doing it, but it made the man moan, high and needy for more.

Almost immediately, he whimpered when a palm struck his ass. "I said no talking. A gag is what you need." And then a ball gag was being forced into his mouth, making the taller man's cheeks blaze even hotter. "No talking or I'll take the switch to your naughty ass. Nod if you understand." Adam frantically nodded and a searing kiss was placed on his ass. Sam always ran hot but this kind of sex with him always felt like they were burning together.

Sam finally let go of his pussy with a pop, ruining whatever orgasm he was going to have and growled low in his ear. "Remember your silent safe word." That was all the warning Adam had before he was slammed into. Adam moaned into the gag as the bed rocked with their combined effort and tears soaked through the blindfold and onto the sheets. They both heard creaking and splintering, but neither cared.

"You're mine, Addy! Mine!" Sam bit his neck over and over, leaving bite marks for all to see. Adam knew it would be a mess in the morning but the taller man liked having Sam's mark. It made him feel protected and owned in all the right ways.

Sam came deep into him and Adam could have sworn that he smelt burnt wood as he came as well. They both fell asleep together and Adam knew the tie would be gone in the morning.

And if Adam saw the broken bed in the morning, he would shrug it off as the material being faulty, not knowing that it was made of solid oak.

The questions came around lunch, a time when the sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over their kitchen. Sam had managed to linger at the table longer than usual after breakfast, his caffeine fix pulling him back from the clutches of sleep. The night before had been long leaving them a bit bleary-eyed yet content.

Adam, sensing the moment was right, decided now would be the perfect time to broach the topic that had been on his mind. He smiled to himself, reassuring himself that this wasn’t an interrogation, just an inquiry. As soon as Sam settled into his chair, looking slightly weary yet relaxed, they exchanged pleasantries, the familiar rhythm of their relationship easing the atmosphere.

Adam leaned forward and asked, “Dear, I know this might sound silly... and you’re free to laugh, but what do you do for work?” His eyes sparkled with curiosity, eager to hear Sam’s response.

For a brief moment, Sam froze, a fleeting hesitation crossing his face that would have gone unnoticed if Adam hadn’t been watching so intently. Then, as though shaking off a brief wave of surprise, he took a sip of his steaming coffee, allowing the rich aroma to ground him. “I’m a contractor,” he replied, his voice steady but still carrying an undercurrent of thoughtfulness. His gaze drifted momentarily towards the window as if searching for the right words to follow.

"Contracting what?"

"Buildings, land disputes, and territory mainly. You'd be astonished how many times the ownership of some land ends up somebody else's the next week and the paperwork involved hurts my brain." Sam winced at the mental image.

Adam nodded but something still felt....off. "Hey, do you mind if I invited some of those clients for dinner then? Oh, it would be so nice. Me and Jerald would—"

As Adam continued talking, Sam seemed to grow more pale. He meant to say that he couldn't possibly ask clients on such short notice for dinner. That it would be unprofessional to ask them over. He needed to get Adam to stop talking.

"Of course, Dear! What time?" No. Stop! You were supposed to shut him down!

"6:00 would be good for guests to come!" No! Say that can't work! "Sounds perfect." You goddamn pushover.

"Hahaha! Well, I do got to go to work but I'll see you tonight!" This was a disaster!

Adam kissed Sam on the cheek and hummed as Sam practically ran from the table, whipping out his phone. "B? Yes, I have a favor to ask. A big one. Yes, it involves the others."

XxX

Adam glanced over the bustling kitchen, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him as he helped Jeralod plate the meal. Their teamwork had resulted in a delightful spread: a golden roast chicken, its skin perfectly crisp and seasoned with rosemary and thyme, sat proudly in the center. Fluffy mashed potatoes, infused with garlic and cream, were generously topped with a pat of melting butter, while a vibrant green bean casserole—adorned with crispy fried onions and a creamy mushroom sauce—added a splash of color to the table. Freshly baked bread rolls, still warm and lightly brushed with garlic butter, beckoned invitingly alongside a decadent cheesecake drizzled with raspberry coulis for dessert.

As Adam surveyed the feast, he hoped it would be enough to satisfy the appetites of all who would gather. Sam had mentioned he was bringing six of his clients, and Adam wanted to make a good impression. With the clock ticking, he turned his attention to getting ready, wanting to look his best for the evening ahead.

He decided on something simple but sophisticated. A navy blue suit, black tie, and some polished leather shoes. Adam’s brown hair wouldn't cooperate for a while but eventually, Adam decided it was fine and straightened his tie. Time to impress the masses.

He came down the stairs and was startled when there was a knock on the door. The maid, her name was Elena, came running to the door before smoothing her skirt. "Go, Adam! I'll bring them to the Parlor!" She said and Adam quickly made his way there as the door opened up.

Soon, six tall people came inside. Adam thought they were...taller than average but shook it off as he introduced himself as Adam.

"I'm Beatrice." The blonde one said. "This is Bel, Manny, Levi, Sanderson, and Ozzie." She introduced. Adam smiled at them all and asked, "Would you all like a snack while we wait for my husband?"

"Oh, we couldn't pos—

"Thanks, I'm starving!" Manny said as he flopped on the couch. Beatrice and Ozzie glared at the man but Adam simply laughed. A man after his own heart.

About an hour in, everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves when Sam came bursting in. "About time you showed up," Manny said and Beatrice punched his shoulder in warning.

"Sorry! Sorry! Um, dinner?"

As they all sat down to enjoy the meal, Adam couldn't help but ask, "So, you all seem very close. Did you all know each other before you became his clients?" They all shared a look that Adam didn't quite understand but they all unanimously said, "Yeah, sort of."

The dinner unfolded with effortless charm, the soft glow of candlelight casting warm shadows across the elegantly set table. Adam found himself enjoying the company, laughter echoing around him, but a nagging feeling tugged at the back of his mind. Everything seemed too perfect as if the evening had been meticulously orchestrated for his benefit.

As he glanced across the table at Sanderson, who was animatedly chatting with Levi, a flicker of unease washed over him. When he attempted to call Sanderson's name, his voice was swallowed by the cheerful atmosphere. Sanderson, despite meeting Adam's gaze, didn’t respond. When their eyes finally connected for a long time, Sanderson offered a chuckle and shrugged, saying something about getting "spacy sometimes." Adam raised an eyebrow; who forgets their own name in that moment?

As the evening wound down, the laughter and light banter faded as everyone left, leaving Adam alone with his thoughts. He felt overwhelmed by an avalanche of questions—why had he felt so out of sync? Was he merely overthinking things? Yes, that had to be it. Just a figment of anxiety playing tricks on him. He turned over in their new cozy bed, leaning in to kiss Sam goodnight, but deep inside, the unease lingered like a shadow he couldn’t shake off, despite his best efforts to dismiss it.

Three Months Later:

Adam had a nagging suspicion that he might be pregnant, but he initially chalked it up to the flu that had been going around for weeks. However, after he found himself vomiting for the fifth time in a row, a realization struck him: this wasn’t just the flu—it was morning sickness.

As he stepped out of the bathroom, a wave of emotions washed over him. He found his husband, Sam, comfortably sprawled on their bed, lost in the pages of a novel. “Dear?” Adam called softly, drawing Sam's attention.

“Hm?” Sam replied, turning a page without looking up.

Taking a breath to steady his nerves, Adam said, “I think I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, that’s nice, dear,” Sam responded nonchalantly, his eyes still glued to the book.

For a brief moment, Adam stood there, waiting, a mix of hope and anxiety coursing through him as he watched Sam process the information. Then, as comprehension dawned on Sam, he flung the book across the room in excitement. “Pregnant?! Do you really think so? Adam!”

Within seconds, Sam was off the bed, bounding toward Adam and enveloping him in a warm, jubilant hug. Laughter bubbled up from both of them, and Adam felt an overwhelming surge of happiness wash over him as he smiled, finally embracing the reality of their new journey together.

Sam was ecstatic about the pregnancy, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he envisioned their future as a family. But soon after the announcement, Adam found himself haunted by a series of bizarre dreams that left him both puzzled and disconcerted.

In one dream, he wandered through a lush, vibrant garden filled with flowers he had never seen before, their colors almost surreal. In another, he labored in a barren, desolate landscape, feeling an unbearable weight pressing down on him as if he were trapped in a world that was entirely foreign.

Among the shadows of his dreams, two faceless women appeared repeatedly, their presence unsettling yet familiar. It nagged at Adam, a deep-seated feeling that he should know them, yet their identities eluded him like wisps of smoke slipping through his fingers the moment he awoke. With every passing night, the intensity of these dreams escalated, distorting reality and blurring the lines between his waking life and the nightmares that consumed him.

Then, a new figure emerged—an ethereal being who radiated light so bright that Adam could hardly bear to look directly at them. This figure embodied warmth and kindness, reaching out to him with an understanding that felt profound and comforting. Yet, beneath the gentle exterior, Adam grappled with a sense of betrayal, as if this luminous presence held secrets that he was not meant to uncover. The conflicting emotions stirred within him; he felt drawn to this figure, even as a flicker of resentment simmered beneath the surface.

As the dreams spiraled into chaos, Adam felt increasingly disoriented. They grew darker, and more vivid, each one amplifying his feelings of confusion and dread. He was at a loss, unsure of what these dreams meant or how to escape their grasp. The echoes of his subconscious left him restless, wrestling with fears that seemed insurmountable and questions he couldn't articulate. Each morning brought no relief, only a persistent weight that pressed upon his chest, a reminder that something deeper was at play.

Adam sensed something was deeply wrong. A new dream had haunted him—he found himself in a shadowy field, digging desperately in the earth, burying a child whose face felt achingly familiar, though he couldn't place it. He jolted awake, tears streaming down his cheeks, his heart racing. Sam was there, wrapping him in a comforting embrace.

“The dreams are getting worse,” Adam confessed, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t even know a Seth, and yet, for some reason, I was burying him in that dream!” His sobs shook his frame as Sam gently rubbed his back, offering a steady presence amidst the turmoil.

“I—” Adam tried to articulate the turmoil within him, but the flood of thoughts and emotions spilled out first. “I’m seeing too many things at once,” he continued, his voice breaking. “They all feel so familiar yet I couldn’t have possibly experienced them before! It’s like I’m trapped in someone else’s life, and I don’t know how to escape.”

As he spoke, Sam held him tighter, sensing the chaotic storm of confusion and grief that enveloped Adam. The weight of his dreams pressed down on both of them, intertwining their fates in a mystery that begged to be unraveled.

"I... Adam? I need to speak with you." Adam sniffed, his heart racing as he looked up into Sam's eyes. A flicker of confusion crossed his mind—were Sam's eyes...red? No, it had to be a trick of the light, he reasoned. But just as he began to dismiss the thought, something even more unsettling happened. Sam told him he—wasn’t Sam? He was the Devil? Adam's heart leaped into his throat, fear and confusion mixing in a tumultuous storm. What was Sam playing at with this revelation?

"I didn't mean for it to go this long without telling you, but when I found you, I was so captivated. You were like a breath of fresh air, a reprieve from the oppressive darkness of Hell. I just couldn't stay away!" Sam's voice cracked, desperation painting his features as tears shimmered in his eyes. "You have to understand! I had to get more of you!" Adam's heart ached at the raw emotion, yet the weight of Sam's words pressed down on him like a heavy fog. He pulled away from the embrace, staring at him in disbelief. "Are you on drugs? The Devil? I’m pouring my heart out to you, and you’re playing this sick game?!"

Adam's mind raced as he tried to process the bizarre situation. He attempted to leave the bed, his instincts screaming at him to find safety, to seek refuge with his mother. But just as he made a move, a firm hand shot out and grasped his wrist, anchoring him in place. The grip was both tender and unyielding, sending shivers down Adam's spine, a mix of fear and a strange longing coursing through him. What on earth was happening?

"Adam, I'm not lying, look!" Adam gasped as Sam began to change. His already pale skin went white. His eyes bleeding into a more vivid red. Horns sprouted out of his blonde hair and wings...three on each side sprouted from his back. "I'm not Sam...my name is—"

"Lucifer." Adam didn't know why but that name had been burning in his brain for the longest time along with those dreams.

Adam sat numbly as he found out that he was actually married to the Devil. He had sex with the Devil. And he was now pregnant by the Devil.

"I—I....need some time to think. Please." Adam said as he quickly packed a small bag. Sam, no, Lucifer watched as Adam left the bedroom but not before saying, "I want you to respect what ever answer I give you." He tried to ignore Lucifer sobbing on their bed as he left the house for his mother's place.

Six Months later:

It wasn't easy, but Adam came back. He came back to the Devil to make it work. God, what was his life becoming? He made Lucifer lay it all out. No more lies. He answered every question until Adam was satisfied. And then, he had to prove it to Adam. Trust wasn't just given back. It had to be earned.

He didn't try to think too hard on the fact that he was the reincarnation of the First Man Adam. "I mean...it makes sense that you're transgender, Adam." Lucifer said. "You were the First ever male. It's hard to go against what you were made for. Of course it would transcend your mortal body."

Nope. Moving on.

The dreams stopped being so frequent as Adam accepted who he was. Didn't mean he had to be dredging up old memories. The past was the past and Adam was going to leave it there. Of which Lucifer quietly accepted with admittance to having already accepted this division when Lucifer had decided to marry him.

His last bridging gape had been both tender confined, more to a ghost than wards himself, “It’s wasn’t so much that you were different. It’s more that are everything now that you were meant to be…” It quickened something inside himself he couldn’t explain, like a settling Adam never knew was out of place.

In the place of uncertainty something new slowly began to settle between them. Lucifer still had his ‘work’ that judged up a few added details that Adam was happy to shove back till later. Terms like ‘Queen, King’ being tossed around while Adam was only interested in his current settled life. Be it prince or another princess, Adam wanted only the same love and acceptance that himself had been privy too.

"This baby is going to be...normal, right?" Adam asked as he felt another kick from the baby. They were due any day now. Lucifer froze on the snack he was making for Adam. "Uh...maybe? Depends...would you still love them if they had goat hooves?"

Adam recalled his step-daughter Charlie’s unveiled form and snorted when he realized Lucifer wasn't kidding but immediately said, "Lucifer, they could be part snake and I'd love them. Do you know how much of a hypocrite I'd be of I didn't accept who they were?"

Three days later, Adam was holding his little clone baby with a playfully judgmental look. Beautiful big yellow eyes, a long tongue, and a long tail wrapped around themselves making Adam glance at Lucifer. "You know, when I said they could be part snake and I'd be fine with it, I'd didn't mean for you to take it as a challenge."

Lucifer laughed as Adam kissed their son's cheek. "Either way, he's perfect.”

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This posts from @lisandra-phillips helped the idea along. While the story was being written, @sir-tater-of-the-tot actually took the original prompt I made and drew it! Ahhh!! It’s so cute!! Please check all these talented people out. The rest of the art is sadly by me. Hope you all enjoy. In which, Lucifer was mainly there to fuck with him at the beginning but fall unexpectedly. link here:

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