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[blossominghunnie]

𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Pairing: Anton x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, headcannons + imagines

Warning: None

Request: Yes

Notes: It took me so so long but here it is, hope you like it anon and ty for requesting. :)

• He would be the type to shyly initiate affection.

You were preparing dinner, a simple but tasty sandwich, one for you and one for your boyfriend, when you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your waist.

You smiled and turned your head to look at the redhead.

“Hi.” He said softly, with red cheeks.

“Hi, my love.” You kissed his cheek and smiled.

He blushed deeper and hold you closer, hiding his head on your neck. Making you giggle and ruffle his hair.

• Always has an arm wrapped around you, no matter the situation.

• When he’s tired or has a rough day, he would cuddle you.

You were reading a book on your iPad, sitting on the coach when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hi, baby.” You spoke when Anton’s footsteps were approaching.

“Hi, honey.” He replied and threw himself next to you, placing his head on your lap, cuddling closer to your stomach.

“Rough day at work?” You asked as you closed your device and play with his hair.

“Yeah.” He replied softly.

You kept playing with his hair while he pulled you closer by the waist.

• When you’re in public, he’s always holding your pinky.

• Shy smiles from across the room

You were attending one of the many end of the year awards with your group. You were a huge multistan so you loved seeing everyone’s performances.

All through the night, you kept stealing glances at Anton and smiling shyly, him doing the same. No one but your groups knew of the two of you dating, so in order to avoid scandals, you had to be careful.

He loved seeing you happy and excited, he thought you were so cute and looked too pretty.

Because of that he had a huge smile all night, making fans wonder what had him acting like that.

• Clingy as hell at night, he can’t sleep without holding you.

• He always knows what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling just by looking at your expressions.

You were at the after party of the AAA where only idols and actors were allowed. You were talking to some of your friends when an actor, a little bit older than you, came to your group and started talking to you, specifically flirting.

Anton was laughing at something Sohee said, not that far away from his girlfriend. He turned to look at you and saw the scene. By the look on your face, you were uncomfortable, he could tell by your body language and your smile.

“I’ll be right back.” He told his friends and strutted towards you.

He bowed when your friends noticed him and came a little bit closer to talk to you.

“Hi Y/n, can I speak to you for a moment? It’s pretty urgent.” He asked softly ignoring the guy.

“Yeah, sure Anton.” You smiled at him gratefully. “I’ll be right back.” You told the tall male who looked quite annoyed that you were getting stolen like that.

You walked away to a less crowded spot.

“Thank you, babe.” You spoke and took his hand. “You’re my hero.”

He blushed. “No problem, sweetie.”

• Loves giving you kisses on the nose.

• Blushes furiously every time his friends tease him about you.

• He’s down so bad it’s adorable.

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Ah, you want lucifer sub? I have another idea for you then! Feel free to ignore if you had enough nsfw drabbles tho lol Theres a card in NB where lucifer tries to force mc a truth apple or whatchamacallit to see who mc really is, but Beel ended up eating it instead. Anyway in p4 he tries to earn mc's forgiveness by going to the castle for barb's cooking. What if then, at the table, mc remembers that in the og timeline, lucifer and mc constantly played with shibari on each other? Hmm... So then, that's his punishment. Early Avatar of Pride, getting tied up in his own room. Blindfolded Anyway, hope you like the idea. 🍄 Love you CC

Augh, 🍄 anon, shibari is like one of my favorite things ever. It just looks so pretty!?!? And Lucifer is also very pretty????

Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. I do have that card and remembered this particular Devilgram. It had an excellent line from Barb that I took the time to screenshot and then forgot about until much later. Something about having cake, I don't remember exactly. It's in my posts somewhere lol.

Anyway! Sub!Lucifer is everything to me, so here he is. I like the idea of NB Lucifer specifically not understanding why he trusts MC. He even says in the Devilgram something about how there was a connection between them the moment MC showed up. But this is a minor detail, I just find it interesting.

GN!MC x Lucifer

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: sub!Lucifer, dom!MC, shibari, blindfold, praise, hand job

Lucifer held himself incredibly still. He would not squirm. He would not give you the satisfaction.

It was difficult. He wanted to give in already.

You had spent quite some time carefully tying the black and red ropes around his body. Securing knots, ensuring they were tight but not too tight. Perhaps he should have been anxious as you brought his hands behind his back and tied them in place. Perhaps he should have been concerned when you tied the blindfold over his eyes. Perhaps he should have been worried about how vulnerable he was allowing himself to be with you.

And perhaps he was all of those things. But the fire it ignited in his belly was too powerful to ignore. The thrill of your touch, the way his skin tingled any time you brushed your fingers against it. Knowing that you were seeing him completely exposed, that he was entirely at your mercy, that you were in control of him in a way no one else has ever been.

The ropes rubbed against him, an uncomfortably pleasing sensation. The blindfold was his own tie, which you had utilized for this purpose and its soft silkiness was an exciting contrast to the harsher feeling of the ropes.

When you were finished, you moved away and left him there.

Lucifer was kneeling on his own bed, tied up and blindfolded, waiting for you to touch him again.

He couldn't see himself, but he could imagine the sight. You seemed to already know the intricacies of shibari. The pattern was elegant and complex - turning him into a sensual work of art.

Lucifer waited. He could be patient. He refused to let you see just how affected he was. He couldn't do anything about his obvious erection, which was straining. But he would keep the rest of himself as composed as possible.

"So," you said and your voice was close. "Are you sorry for trying to get me to eat that apple?"

Lucifer hesitated. "I've let you tie me up and blindfold me, haven't I? Is that not proof enough?"

"I won't make you say it," you said. "I could see it in your eyes as I was tying you up. You trust me, don't you? Despite being suspicious of who I am and what my motives might be, you still trust me."

Lucifer frowned. "I don't-"

You pressed a finger to his lips. "You don't need to lie about it. You can trust me, Lucifer. I promise."

Lucifer was about to disagree with you, but whatever he might have said left his mind immediately as you took his cock in your hand. He sucked in a breath. Your hand felt soft, slightly damp with your sweat, which soon mingled with his precum.

Lucifer's resolve not to squirm crumbled. He couldn't hold perfectly still now, his hips moving involuntarily to thrust into your hand. He bit his lip, determined at least not to moan.

"Don't do that," you said, putting your thumb on his lower lip and pulling it gently out of his teeth. "Let me hear you."

Lucifer felt his skin grow hot as the moan he'd been trying to hold back escaped him. As soon as it did, it was as though a dam had broken and he couldn't stop making noise.

"Ah," he cried. "MC, please, ah!"

"Good boy," you said sweetly. "Now come for me."

Lucifer immediately came all over your hand, a strangled cry ripping itself from his throat as he did. Lucifer was panting, his body's muscles relaxing, but he was still tied up so stiffly, he couldn't go anywhere. You allowed him to lean on you long enough to catch his breath.

Lucifer quickly learned that he was far from done with his apology and it was much later into the night before you were willing to forgive him.

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Speak Up

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Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x shy!fem!reader

Summary: Your shyness makes it hard to speak up for yourself. Your boyfriend Deacon makes it easy.

Warnings: angst?, reader is belittled and harassed, fluff and comfort!

Word Count: 1.7k+ words

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Deacon Kay is unlike any other boyfriend you’ve ever had. Though you are used to disappointment and broken relationships, many of which you blame on your shyness, you know that what you have with Deacon is different. Your relationship is fairly new, you’ve been together less than a year, yet you survived the honeymoon phase and the weeks that followed. Perhaps the most incredible part of Deacon and the relationship you’re building with him is how he treats you. From the beginning, Deacon acknowledged your shyness but has never abused it or treated it as a flaw. He supports you, talks for you when you struggle, and has never shamed you for being shy or falling into quiet moments.

As you move around your home, getting ready to meet Deacon, you realize that Deacon doesn’t know the full extent of your shyness. He knows that you have trouble talking to strangers and look away when he compliments you to hide your warming cheeks. The other part, the one that leads you to be quiet because you know people won’t listen even if you did speak, the one that drives you to watch videos on how to stand up for yourself, is the side that Deacon hasn’t seen. Your phone buzzes and you forget about your struggles being shy as you see Deacon’s name appear on the screen.

You smile at his text, a simple message that he’s looking forward to seeing you. Once you’re ready, you slide your phone into your bag and exit your home. Deacon often runs late for dates, but you don’t mind waiting for him. You’d wait forever for a man like Deacon.

At the restaurant, you linger by the door for a moment. There was no sign of Deacon’s car in the parking lot, but it’s so busy tonight that you wouldn’t be able to see him even if he was here. You consider asking the hostess if Deacon’s here yet, but there’s a crowd around her stand.

“Are you in line?” someone asks behind you.

“No, sorry,” you answer softly as you step out of the way.

“What was that?” the woman asks.

You shake your head this time, and she laughs in your face. There’s nothing to say in response to that, nothing you want to say at least, but when she turns and calls her friends over, your eyes drop to the floor.

“Aw, she can’t even talk,” one of her friends says over their laughter.

“Did you get stood up, honey?” the first woman adds. “I can see why.”

With your eyes on the floor and your bottom lip pinched between your teeth, you don’t see Deacon walk in. You also don’t see him stop to watch the high-school-level bullying you’re facing just for being quiet. He wonders how often you deal with this; how many people have treated you like a doormat that can’t argue rather than the amazing, beautiful woman you are.

“Hey,” Deacon says as he walks to your side.

You close your eyes and sigh in relief when his arm circles your shoulders. However, you tense when you realize what he just witnessed.

“Go back to your table and harass each other,” Deacon tells the woman.

“We were just having a little fun, handsome,” she argues.

“I’m not.”

She rolls her eyes and leads her friends away, whispering about you even as they leave. You want to take Deacon’s hand and thank him, but he steps back before you can.

“Come on,” he urges kindly.

You allow him to take your hand and follow Deacon to your table. Rather than sit across from him, you slide into the same side of the booth and look toward Deacon. He smiles at you, his eyes nothing but caring and loving. Nothing like the judgemental look of the women earlier.

“Thank you,” you murmur. “But it’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“It’s not fine,” Deacon argues firmly but kindly. He takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “And you shouldn’t be used to it.”

You shrug, and Deacon raises his other hand to your jaw. He cups it gently as he repeats, “It’s not fine. And what they said wasn’t true. You’re not different or undesirable.”

You nod; the only reason you believe him is because he shows you daily.

“You deserve better than that,” he continues. “I’m not going to convince you to stand up for yourself if that’s not what you want. This isn’t about becoming someone you’re not to stop that from happening, okay?”

“I know,” you assure.

“Besides, you don’t have to do anything about people like that when I’m here.”

You chuckle as he puffs his chest, then lean against his shoulder as you examine the menu before you. Speaking up for yourself won’t be easy any time soon, maybe never, but you know that Deacon will always be here to tell you the truth.

Deacon thinks that he can read you well, and after what he witnessed at the restaurant, he’s convinced that he is getting even better and knowing what you need and want without asking. As you sit on his couch the next evening for movie night, he gets confirmation.

Your legs are folded underneath you, but your shoulders are rigid as you toy with your fingers. You need something, Deacon thinks, and though he’s told you everything here is as much yours as it is his, you struggle to help yourself to what you want. And sometimes, you can’t bring yourself to ask.

“Are you okay?” Deacon inquires during a lull in the movie plot.

You nod and send him a small smile in reply.

“I’m going to the kitchen for a refill. Do you need anything?”

Your eyes drop quickly, but you answer, “No, thanks.”

“You can talk to me, you know that, right? Anything you want to ask, I’ll do it,” Deacon adds.

“I…” You pause as you try to find the right words to say. “Thanks.”

“For?”

“Most people, in the past, I mean, tried to force me to talk. When they thought I needed something, they kept pushing, but that makes it worse. So, thanks for inviting me to ask.”

Deacon’s jaw clenches quickly. He gets angry for you sometimes, and upon hearing that people have pushed you to talk when you are obviously shy angers him tonight. There’s no reason to force you to talk, Deacon thinks, because you’ll ask when you’re ready. And the more comfortable you get, the quicker it comes. Last week you left his side to get a snack and he’d never been so happy to be abandoned on the couch. But right now, rather than letting his anger show, Deacon pulls you into a hug. You happily wrap your arms around one of his and lean closer to his side as the move continues.

Deacon can’t help but smile when you ask, “Do you have more popcorn?” ten minutes later.

“Can you help me with something?” you ask Deacon.

“Of course,” he answers without hesitation.

“You don’t know what it is yet.”

“Of course,” he repeats firmly.

“Okay… I want to learn to speak up for myself. If I can.”

“You can.”

“Online it says to be prepared, identify your feelings, be assertive, set boundaries, and be confident. I don’t know if I can do all of that all the time.”

“You’ve researched this?” Deacon asks.

“Is that weird?”

“No, no, and it’s good advice, but a lot to remember. Maybe that’s just my brain getting old.”

You laugh and gently shove Deacon’s shoulder. He grabs your wrist and uses it to pull you closer.

“What if, next time someone says something you don’t like, you ask them to stop? Not much to remember and it would be over quickly.”

You nod as you lean against Deacon’s chest. “What if they don’t stop?”

“Walk away.”

Before you can ask if Deacon has any advice on what to say, he kisses you, and you forget about the question. With Deacon beside you, you feel like you can do anything. Even learn to stand up and speak up for yourself.

“Can I have another kiss?” you ask boldly after he pulls back.

Deacon smiles and rewards you with several kisses instead of the one you asked for.

Waiting in the police station isn’t something you do often. Deacon usually meets you in HQ, but he’s in a meeting, so you take a seat in the lobby.

“Hey, aren’t you dating Sergeant Kay?” an officer asks.

You look up and nod, surprised that anyone can recognize you as Deacon’s girlfriend.

“Yeah, you’re the one that never talks. How can you think he actually loves you if he doesn’t even know you?”

“I’d rather not talk about my relationship with you,” you respond.

Your soft and polite version of asking him to stop only spurs him to continue. As the officer continues making inappropriate and unwelcome comments about how unhappy Deacon must be with you, you stand. Deacon once told you that you were welcome to come into HQ if he was running late. So, you’re taking his advice to leave the situation because the person you spoke up to didn’t listen.

“Who will do all your bidding when Deacon gets tired and leaves you?” he asks, following you into the hallway.

“Stop,” you demand.

“Or what? You’ll give me the silent treatment?” the officer taunts.

“Officer Duncan!” Deacon calls as he enters the hall. “Sounds to me like you’re interested in armory duty.”

“Sergeant Kay,” he replies quickly. “No, sir, I was just talking to your girlfriend here.”

“Really? Because it sounded to me like you were pushing her after she told you to stop. Do you do that often, Duncan? I’m sure IA would love to make an inquiry into your treatment of women on and off the force, if so.”

“I’m sorry,” Officer Duncan tells you. “Excuse me.”

Deacon smiles once you’re alone and hugs you tightly.

“You did so well,” he applauds quietly.

You duck your chin to hide against his shoulder, but the truth is that you’re proud of yourself, too. The shyness inside you won’t disappear, but with Deacon teaching you to speak up for yourself and helping you when you can’t, it’s not so bad.

“I love you,” you say against Deacon’s shoulder.

“I love you,” Deacon replies.

He proves it with a kiss, and you find that you’re not shy about the public affection. Deacon is good for you, and he always will be.

[the-kr8tor]

Hobie helps reader get out of a toxic friendship because the toxic person is obviously super bad for them and Hobie gives advice like "You gotta just drop them" but reader is stubborn OR toxic friend already unfriended but won't stop sending reader messages or notes so hobie responds for reader instead. 😭

Personally I'm going thru this rn (honestly she just doesn't understand the words no) and I think Hobie would be so willing to send a message and reader would be like "ok but don't be mean about it" and he just has to delete his entire paragraph of text 🙏🙏

-🍄 ( Te Amo )

I'm sorry you're going through this, lovely 😔 I hope they left you alone. Know that you are loved ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, hurt/comfort.

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The simple buzz of your phone fills you with dread. Shoulders straighten, fingers locking up in their joints, you exhale, closing your eyes tightly like you're in pain.

Hobie, the absolute angel that he is, notices this. He leaves his comfortable position on your lap, head perking up to meet your scrunched up face.

“That them?” His voice is still deep from waking up from his nap. Eyes narrowed towards the knot of your eyebrows.

You huff, smoothing his cheek that your jeans have left a mark on it. “Maybe, did it wake you up?”

“Yes,” he sounds pissed (not at you) and fatigued at the same time. “You gotta drop him, love.” His voice is suddenly soft, knuckles brushing the tension away from your arms.

“I know, I already unfriended him on everything and he won't just…I don't even want to interact anymore.” The tiredness in your voice boils his blood, he's had enough of your so-called ‘friend’ and his toxic ways.

“Give me the phone,” he sits up, flexing his fingers towards your phone laying face down on the table. “I'll do it for you.”

“I can fight my own battles, Hobie.” You don't sound mad, just incredibly dejected. Losing a friend is hard enough, but cutting them off is what's best for you, and Hobie knows that too.

“I know you can.” He kneads the space in between your shoulders to let you relax for once. You lean on his touch, letting your muscles sag. “But you've already done everything and he still hasn't gotten the message. And if being nice about it doesn't work anymore, let me be mean for you, yeah? I know he was your friend once.” I know you cared for him. He wanted to add but he doesn't want to make you feel worse.

The phone buzzes again.

You nod, sniffing, you hand him your phone, opening the message thread for him. “Just don't be too mean to him?”

“After what he's done—?” Hobie's already typing up a storm.

“Hobie, please.” You lay your head on his shoulder, the simple act has you melting all over him.

Your tender words have him deleting an entire paragraph. “Alright. Just a bit mean then.” Typing a response for you, Hoping this was enough for him to leave you be.

Hobie lets you read his message first before sending it. The tone was harsh but needed, the words were well chosen to try and be nice about it but still being firm.

“Okay,” you hand him the phone without hitting send. You're too nervous to press it.

“Can I add a wanker in the end?” Hobie asks, finger hovering over the letter ‘w’.

You laugh, he hasn't heard it in a long while. Patting himself on the back, he types up the word.

“Love.” He says before sending the message. “Don't feel too bad, yeah? You're a bloody saint for putting up with his shit.” He leaves a quick kiss on your temple for reassurance. “Do you want to do it?”

Giving you the phone, you suck in a sharp breath before hitting send.

“And just to make sure he never contacts you again.” Hobie blocks the number, you can't help but smile. Feeling the heaviness on your shoulders fade as he closes the phone for you.

“Thank you.” You lace your fingers around his, thumb rubbing lovingly on the back of his hand.

“Thank you for trusting me.” He cradles the back of your head, kissing just above your hairline. “Now, it's your turn to take a nap.”

Hobie would do it all over again if you asked. He hopes the message gets to him or your ex friend is about to have a little visit from spiderman in the near future. Just to intimidate of course.

Giggling, you let Hobie guide your head down to rest on his lap. He even placed a pillow in between to make you feel more comfortable.

“Sleep well, lovie” He wishes that your dreams are kinder to you this time.

[bellysoupset]

Hell yeah would ADORE a part two with Leo taking care of both of them?! He’s all “aren’t you two supposed to be doctors? How the hell did you let it get this bad” **proceeds to look after them like an absolute champ** 🍄

Not as much dialogue as you'd like, but who can blame them, they're very sick!

Part 2!

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Fridays were Leo's favorite day of the week. Not only because the weekend was near, but because he was able to leave work at 5 PM, normally, and Jonah had the morning shift at the hospital, so he would have been home since 2 PM. It was the best feeling in the world to come home to the apartment organized, because Jon was a neat freak, dinner already planned and his fiancé reading on the couch. It was a taste of forever.

So it was much to Leo's disappointment when he arrived home at 5:20 PM that day and found all the pillows from the couch thrown around and no Jonah. JD was frolicking in the living room, running to him as soon as he crossed the threshold, the little minx. Leo crouched down, "what are you doing, uh?" he pet her behind the ear, picking her up and dropping his suitcase on the messed up couch, "where's dad?"

It was weird to not find Jonah anywhere, not even a note or text telling Leo if he had gone on a grocery run or something. It was weirder when Jonah didn't text him back as Leo typed "Where are you? I'm home" and Leo was more than a little annoyed as he called Jon multiple times, as the hours passed, and received no answer.

As the clock ticked 8 PM, Leo's good humor had vanished and even his annoyance had been replaced by panic. Something was wrong and he could feel it deep in his bones, so Leo paced the living room as he called Wendy and got no answer.

"Hello?" Luke sounded confused as he picked up the phone at 8:30, "Leo?"

"Luke!" Leo breathed out, voice trembling as his heart hammered. Wendy not picking up her phone at all made him feel clammy, thoughts spiraling. They were probably together, right? For a second he considered all of his friends together without him knowing, "Jonah's missing."

"...What? What do you mean missing?!" Lucas voice raised as he spoke and Leo heard Bella talking in the background.

"Missing! I came home at 5 and he was gone and he's not answering his phone, not texting, and his car is not in the garage and Wendy's not picking up her phone either and- and the hospital said he's not there-" Leo pressed a hand to his face, trying to calm down, "I hope he's at Wendy's- I-"

"Babe," Lucas said and it took Leo a second to realize he wasn't speaking with him, "can you call Wendy? Leo's calling her and she's not picking up."

"Yeah, of course-" Bella's voice was louder, echoey as Luke put the phone on speaker. Leo sat down on the couch and JD crawled on his lap, pressing her head to his chin as they waited with bated breath as Bella's phone rung and rung, "uh... She's not picking up... I'll try again."

Leo's phone beeped and he pulled it off his ear quickly, thinking it was Jonah, but instead it was another doctor, Claire, who shared a shift with him.

Claire Hathaway 🩺: Hi Leo! IDK about Jon, but the hospital requested I fill in for Wendy this evening. She left early bc she's sick. Maybe that's why she's not picking up her phone?

Leo let out a little relieved sigh. This at least explained why Wendy wasn't picking up her phone, although it didn't explain anything about Jonah. He assumed Jon had left with her, probably driven her home, but why the fuck was he unable to pick up his phone-

"Leo?" Lucas' voice cut through his thoughts and Leo shook his head to focus himself.

"Sorry, uh- Claire, she's a doctor, texted me. She said Wendy left early because she was sick..."

"Oh, so Jon's probably with her," Bella sounded chill, not worried at all, "right?"

"Yeah, Leo, he's probably just helping her around-"

"I'm going over there," Leo interrupted, not minding one bit if he sounded overprotective or possessive. Something was not right and he could tell. Jonah would not ignore his 30 different texts, no matter how busy he was, "I- I'll let you guys know."

"Do you even have a key?" Bella snorted, sounding slightly amused, "kid, don't you think you're being a little-"

"Bell," Luke cut her off, before Leo could snap at her, "not now. Bell has a key to Wen's place, you can stop by to get it, Leo."

The blonde let out a sigh, thankful for Lucas forethought at stopping Bella and for his problem solving, "yeah, I'll stop by in 15, okay? Thanks."

During the whole drive there, Leo left his phone connected to his car's bluetooth, trying to call Jon again. Lucas was waiting for him, looking like he was fresh out of the shower, wet hair sticking out.

"Text me if you him?" Luke asked, walking to the car so Leo didn't need to get out, handing him Wendy's emergency keys, hanging on Bell's miniature guitar keychain, "and if you need anything?"

"Yeah, absolutely," Leo took the keys, taking a deep breath, "I swear to God, if they're just binge watching some show, I'll skin him alive."

Luke snorted at that, rolling his eyes, "as you should."

It was extremely weird to go up to Wendy's floor all by himself. Not that he had never been to her apartment alone, but he had never broken in and Leo couldn't help but hesitate as he unlocked the door.

However, as soon as he entered the place, he knew he had been right to show up. Wendy's purse was fallen on the ground, which triggered sirens in his mind, as she'd never carelessly throw her purse down like that. Jonah's phone was on the shelves that lined her entry wall, abandoned and marking only 10% of battery. 23 missed calls from Leo, 41 new texts from Leo and Lucas.

"Jonah?" Leo called, loudly, picking up Wendy's purse and planting it on the shelf, "Wendy?"

None of the lights were on, which again, horrifying. Leo switched on the lights, walking further inside, "guys?"

They, obviously, weren't in the living room. Not in the kitchen either... The guest bathroom looked like a minor fight had happened in it. The towel holder was broken, the towel crumpled on the ground, as well as Wendy's rainbow rug was tangled up and kicked away, there was blood on a tile-

"JONAH!" Leo shouted now, getting out of the bathroom and rushing to Wendy's room, his heart hammering in his ears. His mouth felt dry and the minute he walked in, it took him a whole half minute to understand what he was looking at.

Jonah was sprawled on Wendy's bed, lying on his stomach, arms all out- "Jonah," Leo leaped forward, hands shaking as he planted a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and could contain his relief as he heard a snore. He couldn't even be angry, for a split second he had thought the worst, "Jon-" Leo pulled on his arm and only then did he feel the heat rolling off of him, "Christ, you're burning up..."

Leo looked around the room, head spinning as he situated himself. Jonah was fine. Found. Burning up... Where was Wendy?

He jumped up, circling the bed and genuinely thinking he'd just find her lying on the rug. Weirder things had happened so far. Instead, he found her in the suite's bathroom, curled up in front of the toilet.

She was tiny to begin with, so Leo's heart squeezed with a new wave of panic as he took in just how she had curled up into herself. Unlike Jonah, who was still wearing the same clothes from the morning, Leo could tell Wendy had tried stripping some of it off, because she was only wearing her bra, no shirt, and lilac pants that had a bloody mark on the knee.

"What the fuck..." He crouched down, touching her arm. Wendy was warmer than Jon, if that was possible, but she was also shaking and twitching like a puppy left out in the cold. Her face was really red and, unlike Jonah who was covered in sweat, she was dry to the touch, "Wendy?" Leo uncurled her, "Wen, wake up. Wendy-" he shook her, a little harder than necessary, and instead of her waking up, her head only lolled from side to side.

He should call a fucking ambulance.

Leo could smell the stomach acid in the bathroom, before he even realized the vomit in the toilet bowl. It wasn't much, just some chunks floating away, and he pressed the flush, while chewing on his lip and trying to figure out what the hell he should do. Ambulance. What would Jonah do? Or Wendy?

Making an executive decision, Leo threw her limp arm over his neck and picked her up, carrying her to the tub. He turned on the faucet, wetting his hands and starting to splash the water all over her face and neck, while the bathtub filled up, "c'mon, c'mon, c'mon-"

Wendy was completely unresponsive, which was not good, and then there was Jonah-

Leo grabbed Wen's wrist, to keep her from drowning, and then stretched his body as much as he could, stealing a glance at the bedroom. Jonah hadn't moved a muscle... "Stay here," the blonde mumbled, to the unconscious woman, before grabbing her pink towel and running it under the faucet until it was dripping wet.

He ran back to the bedroom, straddling Jon and grabbing his shirt unceremoniously, mess be damned. Jon let out a whimper at being rolled over, his eyes threatening to open, but seeming glued shut. He whined as Leo draped the soaked towel over his naked chest, but despite frowning in his sleep, didn't wake up at all.

He knew Wendy kept her first aid kit in the kitchen, whatever reason for, so Leo made a run for it. His head was spinning as he stuck the thermometer in Jonah's mouth, before rushing back to the bathroom.

Wendy had slid down on the tub, but the faucet was slow and the water only reached her collarbones. Still, Leo grabbed her by the armpits, forcing her up.

"No..." Wendy rasped out and he froze, hands squeezing her arms.

"Wendy!? Wen," he shook her again, since her eyes were still shut, "Wen, are you awake?!"

Instead of answering him, her teeth started to shatter.

Ambulance, the little voice in his head insisted and Leo hesitated, reaching for his phone on his back pocket. Wendy let out a groan and all thoughts flew out of his mind as Leo lunged forward, cupping her head, "hey- Hey, Wen, open your eyes," he patted her cheeks, gently, "open your eyes, Wen."

Half moons of drowsy green stared at him and Leo let out a hysterical chuckle, wetting his hands again and now wiping them all over her face, pushing back her wavy hair, "thank fuck..." he whispered, continuing to do that until the violent shivering and teeth shattering eased and she seemed to be breathing normally instead of the weird hyperventilating from before.

He needed to know how high was her temperature, Leo decided, then remembered about the abandoned thermometer with Jon. Fuck.

Jonah was a big guy, much bigger than Wendy, so despite clearly being severely ill, he was holding up better than she was. The towel had helped and while his temperature still read 102.3ºF, his frown had vanished and his eyes opened slightly as Leo retrieved the device.

"Uhmmmm..." He groaned, head lolling and Leo sat on the edge of the bed, cupping his face.

"Jon? Angel?" He whispered, despite the fact there was really no reason for him to keep his voice low. It just felt odd to talk loudly when he was the only conscious person in the room.

"Hmm-Leo....?" Jonah's eyes struggled to focus on him, but Leo's heart did a leap nonetheless.

"Yes," he leaned in, relieved, "I'm here-"

"Where'ssswen?" Jon slurred, looking around, his eyes widening with panic. Leo quickly grabbed him by the shoulders as it looked like Jon was about to sit up.

"Bathroom," Leo pushed him down against the, now wet, pillows, "shhh- I need you to drink some water for me, okay?" He stroked Jon's cheek, eyes scanning the room for Wendy's sparkly water bottle.

Thank God she was such a methodic person, Leo thought, finding the bottle on the opposite bedside table. It was half full and Leo was sure covered in germs, but considering they were already sharing whatever plague was this... He pushed the hard plastic straw in Jonah's mouth, "one gulp, baby."

Jonah obeyed, eyes slipping closed, and he took not one, but three gulps before grimacing and turning his head, causing the water to spill down his chin.

Leo stroked his arm again, retrieving the towel to wet it again, "I'll be right back," he promised, taking the bottle and the thermometer with him as well back to the bathroom.

Wendy was passed out, for good, and she didn't even stir as Leo maneuvered her around as if she was a ragdoll, stripping her of the lilac pants — there was the blood he had seen on the bathroom floor, a nasty cut on her knee and the blood had dried down her calf — and slipping the thermometer in her mouth as well.

He wet the towel once again, rushing back to the bedroom and now Jonah was sitting up against the pillows, but still had his eyes closed. They jumped open as Leo covered him with the cold towel once more, alarmed and bloodshot.

"Shhh, it's just me-" Leo shushed him, doing the same he had done with Wendy, planting his wet cold hands on Jonah's face and pushing his curls back, rewetting his hands with the bottle of water so he could do this multiple times.

Jonah let out a groan as he did that, curling up and Leo frowned, "Jon?"

"Wendy'sssick..." His head lolled to the side, "very-"

"I know," Leo stroked his cheek, "I know, I'm taking care of her too, don't worry. Worry about getting better," he leaned in, kissing his boyfriend's temple, "drink some more water, angel."

He left Jonah with the bottle this time, returning to the bathroom. Wendy hadn't stirred and Leo knelt by the side of the bathtub, retrieving the thermometer. 102.8º F, very alarming, but at least it wasn't over 103ºF, as Leo knew from Jonah rambling about it all the time that temperature meant hospital immediately.

"Goddammit," Leo sighed, now using the showerhead to start washing her hair. He kicked off his shoes and rolled his pants, sitting behind her, on the edge of the tub, and tipping Wendy's head back so no water got in her nose as he started to let the cold water run through her hair.

It took a couple minutes, but then he saw movement under her lids and Wendy let out a whine, "stooop..."

Leo smiled, continuing the makeshift hair washing for another ten minutes, until suddenly he heard a coughing fit in the other room. He immediately was jumping into action, propping Wendy back against the tub and rushing to the room, just in time to see Jon sit up enough to throw up all over his lap.

It wasn't much, basically just water and bile, but he coughed as if he was drowning in it and Leo's heart squeezed with worry as he crossed the room, cupping his hand on Jon's forehead.

"It's okay, I got you," he rubbed his boyfriend's back with his free hand, "get it up, angel, you'll feel better soon..." he hated the choked noise, Jon struggling to breathe, and the panicked sensation he was in way over his head.

Jonah let out a groan, a small burp sneaking up on him and he hung, folded in the middle, until Leo grabbed a clear end of the towel to wipe his mouth.

"I know you feel awful, baby, I'm sorry," he cooed, standing still as he waited to see if Jon was going to be sick again. He wasn't, instead he tipped to the side, so he could press his face to Leo's tummy, hiding it there. Leo let out a sigh, stroking his cheek.

Eventually he was forced to push Jonah away, so he could get rid of the ruined towel and check on Wendy again. Her fever had lowered, to 102.4ºF, so Leo picked her up and carried her back to the bed, figuring he'd have an easier time if he wasn't scared of Wen drowning every time he turned his back.

Finally, Leo settled on the foot of the bed, fishing out his phone in order to text Luke that he had found them.

TBC

[trix-in-a-box]

Can you draw megaton from transformers :33

how dare you make me draw robots /silly

[wonderful-emoji]

[mrroxs-workshop]

Hellooo! Promise that i haven’t left this blog to die yet! just currently on vacay and hadn’t really had the time to draw as much.

But once i get back into routine, is there anything you guys would possibly like to see get doodled? I’ll be keeping my inbox open until 3th of january!

[mushroom-words]

Hi! I just came across ur blog and stopped to look through it and just liked what I saw lol <3

Seeing ur requests are open and I'm a big fan of American Horror Story Asylum, is it possible to request a fic for Kit while in Briarcliff please?

As for the genres I would like if it could be the ❤️‍🩹 dark content and 💔 angst, like idk maybe it following him through a corporal punishment that maybe goes too far and reader is desperate to help him get better or something (just don't kill him I beg) kind of a dark whump-ish angst I guess

Anyways, thank you & I hope that made any sense in the first place lol'

So Tore Up at Your Walls || Kit Walker

Fandom: American Horror Story Pairing: Kit Walker x GN!Reader Words: 2496 Note: Here you go, baby! I was so happy to see my first request! It's hard to rebuild a blog and a community from scratch, so I'm happy to see people can still stop by and enjoy what little I have to offer. I genuinely hope I was able to do this request justice. Kit is my baby boy, and it's always hard for me to put him through pain, but I do love writing the comfort aspect of it. Anyways, I'm rambling now, but I do hope you enjoy this, baby. Although if I'm being honest, I'm not too confident in it, especially the ending. I just don't think I really captured what you asked for. Warnings: Hydrotherapy. Typical 60's treatment of presumed mental illness.

KIT TRIED TO fight them off. He knew it would only make things worse, but he couldn’t stand the sound of your cries as you tried to run to him. The sounds of pain wrenched from you as they restrained you. His body blossomed in sharp bursts of agony from the force of their hits as they tried to subdue him.

        He kept his eyes on you through it all. Spit flying from his lips as he spat curses at the orderlies who manhandled you. You hadn’t done anything. Once again, someone else was being punished for his actions.

        One of the orderlies uncapped a syringe with his teeth before plunging the needle into your neck. You cried out, your body quickly succumbing to the drug. He watched through swollen eyes as you slumped into unconsciousness and they carried you out of the room. Away from him.

        His struggles renewed as the orderlies dragged him out next. He was wrestled into another straight-jacket, thrown to ground and pinned down as they buckled the straps. Then cuffs were secured around his ankles. He continued to swear and throw around threats that he knew would end up empty. But he couldn’t submit and accept the punishment as he normally would—not when they were doing God knows what to you because of him.

        Kit was hauled to his feet and dragged to the hydrotherapy room. He glared vehemently at the staff gathered in there. His bruised eyes narrowed in on the doctor who stood by the lone tub in the middle of the room, the nurse on standby next to a medical cart, and the state-appointed psychiatrist hanging back in the corner.

        “You continue to be a problem here, Mr. Walker,” Dr. Arden said casually. “Now you’re dragging (Y/N) into your mess. I’m afraid we’re starting to run out of options for treatment.”

        Kit snarled at the older man who had done nothing but inflict pain upon him and every other patient in the asylum. Then he turned his glare to Dr. Thredson, noting the intrigue behind his glasses, belying the stoic expression on his face.

        Thredson locked eyes with him. “You’re only making it worse for yourself, Kit,” he said. “You don’t want to cause (Y/N) more pain, do you?”

        A low blow that had his stomach dropping. He didn’t know what you were going through right now, but he hoped—maybe a bit blindly, and definitely naively—that you’d just been tossed in your cell after they’d drugged you. That they only wanted to separate you from him and wouldn’t hurt you past that.

        “Don’t,” warned Kit, struggling to gain his footing as the orderlies yanked him straight up. “Don’t hurt (Y/N).”

        Arden smiled almost sympathetically. “That depends on you, Mr. Walker.”

        He nodded to the orderlies restraining him. Something was suddenly pulled tight around his neck. It cut into his throat, crushing his windpipe and stealing his ability to suck in a breath. He thrashed against the twisted sheet but was shoved forward.

        The icy water nearly burned his skin as he was submerged into the tub. He struggled to pull in a gasp of air, continuing to fight against the restraints. Thredson approached the tub while the orderlies continued to hold him in place.

        “I’ve been trying to help you, Kit,” he said, sounding almost disappointed. “You’re not doing anyone any favors by acting out.”

       “Enough talking.” Arden crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at Kit with a frown. “It’s time to start the treatment.”

        Kit’s head was suddenly pushed beneath the water. He tried to gasp, his mouth filling with the ice-cold liquid, some trickling down his throat as he had no choice but to inhale it as best as he could. His lungs burned with the unwelcome intrusion. His body thrashed and sent water cascading over the sides of the tub.

        He didn’t know how long he was held under for, but by the time he was pulled back up to the surface, darkness had begun to edge into his vision. Shivers wracked his body, and his lips had already taken on a blue tint from the freezing temperature. Tears burned his eyes. He tried coughing but the sheet around his throat prevented anything more than a couple of shallow gasps. His vision was blurry as he tried looking around at his surroundings before he was submerged once more.

        Your face swam in his fading vision as though in the water with him. You were calling out for him. The memory of your name on your lips so tragically wrenched his heart inside of his chest. He wanted to force himself to fight his way out of this, to run from this treatment and to you, to hold you in his arms and promise you that everything would be okay. But even if he wasn’t restrained, even if he could breathe, his body felt like frozen lead.

        His eyes fell heavy as that darkness swam in the corners of his vision. It closed in quickly. The last thing he saw before it overtook him completely was you.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since Kit had been taken from you. It could have been hours or it could have been days. Time blended together in the grey walls of Briarcliff Manor. It only muddled further when you were subjected to drugs that stole your consciousness and plunged you into an abyss where nothing else existed.

        Your name had been on his lips even as they’d beaten him. He’d begged them not to touch you, not to hurt you. You couldn’t be sure just what they had done to you after knocking you out, but you’d woken up with a pounding headache and sore muscles, your vision hazy until you’d finally been able to blink away the fog that swirled inside your brain.

        It took all of your energy to drag yourself to the day room. The orderlies at the entrance spared you nothing more than a brief glance as you stepped inside, your eyes immediately sweeping the room for him. A familiar figure approached you. Your stomach clenched at the comfort they brought, but your heart dropped when you noted it wasn’t who you wanted.

        “(Y/N), I was starting to worry about you.” Grace’s deep eyes glimmered with concern as she grabbed your arms gently, taking a second to scan your body. “How are you feeling? What did they do to you?” she asked quietly.

        You blinked, a deep crease forming in your forehead as you shook your head. “I-I don’t know. I was drugged,” you told her, running your tongue over your dry lips as you peered over her shoulder. “Where’s Kit? Have you seen him?”

        “Not since you two were taken out of here yesterday.”

        So it had only been a day. Still, knowing he hadn’t been seen since then had your throat tightening. You started fidgeting with your fingers as you glanced around, your breathing picking up as the thoughts started running wild inside your mind.

        Grace squeezed your arms. “Hey, look at me,” she prompted softly. You dragged your eyes back to hers, and she offered up a small smile. “I’m sure he’s as okay as he can be. He’s probably just resting. I heard his treatment was a bit rough.”

        Your breath caught in your throat. “Treat… Treatment?”

        She nodded, lowering her hands. “Hydrotherapy. Why don’t you go check to see if he’s in his cell? I’m sure he’d be happy to see you,” she suggested.

        You nodded numbly. Her words sounded muffled as panic set in, but you pushed it away. Thanking her quietly, you rushed from the day room and into the block where Kit’s cell was. Your heart thudded painfully the closer you got. The cell block was empty as nobody bothered to stay in their beds once the doors were unlocked.

        A gasp was ripped from your throat when you collided with someone just before you reached your destination. Wide-eyed, you snapped your gaze up just as Dr. Oliver Thredson grabbed your arms to steady you. Your lips parted slightly as fear coiled around your chest and squeezed the breath from your lungs.

        You weren’t sure what it was about the psychiatrist that sent shudders skittering up your spine. He’d just always exuded this darkness that had your heart racing against the urge to run as far as you could in the opposite direction every time he was near.

        “Dr. Thredson,” you squeaked. “I-I was just… I…”

        Words evaded you. You swallowed hard as his dark eyes pinned you in place. He smiled slightly and dropped his hands from your arms.

        “Kit is resting right now,” he said, knowing why you’d come running down the block. “Why don’t you go sit with him for a bit?”

        Suspicion slammed through you at the suggestion. But you knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. So you nodded and hastily scampered around him, rounding into his cell. You paused at the sight of Kit on his bed. All the color had been drained from his face, the pale pallor making the fresh bruises pop in splotches of dark purple and black. His wrists were restrained.

        You swallowed past the burn of tears and approached his prone form. Your shaky fingers reached out to brush the hair from his forehead, but you recoiled with a gasp at the freezing touch. It was then you noticed the blue tint to his lips. It made you look at his chest just to make sure he was still breathing.

        “Kit,” you breathed shakily, kneeling by the bed and cupping your hand against his face. “Oh, Kit, what did they do to you?”

        Blinking, a couple of tears dropped from your lashes. You closed your eyes and lowered your head to rest against his shoulder. Your free hand moved to grab his, squeezing it tightly as you silently begged him to wake up. To open his eyes and tell you everything would be okay.

        A quiet groan made you snap your head up to look at him. His eyes fluttered weakly. He leaned his head into your touch, as though seeking that warmth despite not realizing it was you—or maybe he could sense your presence and sought you out.

        Fresh tears fell down your cheeks, but you made no move to wipe them away. “It’s okay, Kit,” you whispered roughly, stroking your thumb over his icy cheek. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

        After a few seconds, he sluggishly peeled his eyes open and found you next to him. He searched your face through the daze, spotting the discoloration and the way your lips pursed in concern. Your name died on the tip of his tongue as his lips were too cold and dry to form the proper syllables.

        You shushed him gently, shuffling closer. “Don’t speak. It’s okay.”

        His eyes were heavy. He struggled to keep them open.

        “I’m here,” you repeated quietly, seeing him slipping away from you. “It’s okay.”

It was a couple of days before Kit could keep his eyes open. You stayed at his side for however long they allowed you to. Snuck him food and water once he was awake enough to swallow safely. Even stole a blanket from the medical wing to cover him up with to try and bring his body back up to temperature.

        They had finally removed the restraints from around his wrists once you had pleaded with Thredson to help him. You had absolutely no desire to interact with the state-appointed psychiatrist, but you had become desperate and pushed aside every ounce of fear to beg him. The fear of losing Kit was far more clawing than the fear you held for the doctor.

        “Hi, Kitten,” you said softly as you slipped into his cell. “How are you feeling?”

        He blinked heavily and turned his head to look at you. For the first time in a couple of days, his lips tugged into that familiar smile that had your heart melting inside your chest.

        “Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was rough from not using it in a couple of days. He winced at the burn in his throat. “Whatcha doin’?” he asked.

        You stepped closer and pulled out a piece of bread that you’d swiped from lunch. “It’s all I could get for you,” you said quietly, coming to kneel by the bed.

        His dark gaze searched your face for a second before he asked, “Why?”

        “I… They didn’t have a lot out today,” you stammered, stomach sinking at the question. Was he upset with you for not bringing more? “I’m sorry. I would—”

        “Sweetheart, no. I…” He sighed and reached out, curling his fingers over your hand. “Why are you botherin’ with me? You’ll get in trouble.”

        Your lips pouted as you frowned at him. Kit hated seeing that look on your face. But he didn’t want to get you into any more trouble than he already had. Your brows furrowed, and he wanted nothing more than to soothe the lines away with his fingers.

        “I don’t care about that, Kit,” you said firmly. “You need to eat. Get your strength back up.”

        “You should go, (Y/N).”

        Hurt flashed across your face. Guilt churned his stomach, but he just released your hand and watched as you pulled away. It was for the best, he told himself. He turned his gaze back up to the ceiling, expecting to hear your feet carrying you back out of the cell. If pushing you away would keep you safe, he wouldn’t speak to you ever again. Not until he knew you wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire of whatever hell continued to rain down upon his life.

        Your hand on his face made him drag his gaze back to you. The anger burning in your eyes nearly made him flinch. He’d never seen you so upset before, and knowing he caused it was enough to make his heart lurch.

        “I’m not going anywhere, Kit Walker,” you said sternly. “Now stop this nonsense and eat.”

        He sighed. “Sweetheart—”

        “You nearly died, Kit!” You snatched your hand away as he fell silent at the tears forming in your gaze. “Thinking I lost you was more painful than any of the shit they’ve put me through! So just shut up and eat the damn bread,” you demanded.

        Kit was stunned at your outburst. You’d never been particularly shy, but he’d never heard you so much as raise your voice. Especially not at him. You blinked, and the tears spilled from your lashes. He reached out instinctively and brushed them from your cheek.

        You let loose a breath and leaned into his touch, bottom lip quivering before you took it into your mouth to compose yourself. “I can’t lose you, Kit,” you whispered. “I almost did, and it about killed me. Please, just… Just let me help you.”

[blossominghunnie]

Soft and fluffy bf!treasure Jihoon pleaseee

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

Pairing: Jihoon x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Notes: Hope you like it, anon! Thanks for requesting. 🥰

Work id, wallet, sunglasses, phone and headphones.

Okay, I’ve got everything. Y/n thought as she looked through her bag.

“I’m going now, honey! I’ll be back at 6:30!” She talked loudly, so her boyfriend could hear her from their shared bedroom, where he was getting dressed to start with his day too.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, love?” He asked as he walked out of the door and towards her.

“Oh, right.” She grabbed his cheeks and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, leaving him shooked and red as a tomato. A sight that Y/n didn’t see often, it was usually the other way around.

“I meant this, but thanks.” He pointed to the bowl where they kept their car keys.

“Oh.” She giggled. “Oops.”

“My turn.” He gave hugged her softly by the waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek, making her blush.

“I’ll see you later.” They smiled at each other “Have a great day, my love.”

“You too, honey.”

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Treasure masterlist || Main masterlist

[misc-obeyme]

Welp that Lucy punishment you wrote the other day was delicious,

Mind doing a drabble about it? Pretty please

Thinking about drawing it, can use higher visuals

🍄 sending water your way

You guys and the water, I'm getting flooded lol!

And yes, I can do a drabble based on that post! I had to go read it again, but here it is for anyone who missed it!

Due to the listing of different ideas and scenarios that I had in my answer, I just chose my favorite one and went with that. Hopefully it turned out okay!

GN!MC x Lucifer

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: dom!Lucifer, sub!MC, blindfold, edging, fingering, use of some pet names (darling, dearest)

The silky fabric of Lucifer’s tie was cool against your skin, the careful knot he had made behind your head just tight enough to prevent it from slipping. You kept your eyes open; the makeshift blindfold added a deep dark red to the field of black that filled your vision.

Moments ago, you sat across the desk from Lucifer, confessing to your wrongdoing. You watched him frown, remove his coat, his tie, roll up his sleeves. When he patted his lap, you obediently came over to sit on it, knowing you couldn’t get out of this situation even if you tried. Even if you wanted to.

Now you were sitting with your back against Lucifer’s chest, the blindfold snugly in place. Your legs were spread wide, hooked over Lucifer’s knees. You felt one hand on your waist and another one on your shoulder. His breathing tickled your ear.

You felt his hands remove themselves from your body and you squirmed. Not just because you missed his touch but because you couldn’t see what he was doing with them.

It was evident that Lucifer had been removing his gloves when you felt the skin of his fingers against your stomach. He was moving your uniform, opening your clothing to allow himself access.

You gasped lightly as the palm of his hand pressed against your waist and he pushed it beneath the waistband of your uniform. His fingers slid expertly over the part of you that was pulsing hard with your own heartbeat.

"Hmm," he hummed in your ear. He pressed a kiss to your neck. "You are so exquisite when you're like this, my darling. No one can hear you here, so do not hold back."

You moaned, arching your back against him as he teased you. His ministrations felt so good, you were sure you would come on his hand in moments-

And then he pulled his touch away and you whined in response.

Lucifer chuckled against you. "Ah, but I can't allow you to come so easily, can I? This is a punishment, after all."

You sucked in a breath. "Please," you said.

Lucifer tutted. "Begging? You needn't do that, dearest one. We've only just started."

Lucifer continued, touching you until you were at the edge, then stopping abruptly. You found yourself holding onto him, your hands digging into the skin of his exposed arms. Your head was thrown back against his shoulder, your legs shaking against his. You could feel his hard cock behind you, pressing into your back. He was relishing every moment he spent with his fingers coaxing whimpers out of you.

When Lucifer finally allowed you to come, you found you were grateful for the blindfold. His tie caught the tears that fell from the overwhelming sensations running through your body. You couldn't see him, you couldn't see the room, all you were experiencing was his fingers and the universe twisting around on itself. The only thing that could come out of your mouth was his name.

You couldn't even remember what you had done that had caused this. When you asked him later, in the quiet safety of his bed, Lucifer couldn't remember, either. You indicated that this was a shame because it meant you couldn't make that particular transgression again. Lucifer only laughed and assured you that he could find other reasons to "punish" you if need be.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[twilight-town-express]

Icons for a Lingyang from Wuthering Waves for anon!!

[final-kin]

Vampirekin Playlist with 90s hopeless romanticism vibes!

🩸 The Night - Aurelio Voltaire

🩸 Lay All Your Love on Me - Brian David Gilbert

🩸 Red Flags - Tom Cardy

🩸 I Like You - Dandelion Hands

🩸 My Heart Goes Bum Bum Bum - Flatsound

🩸 Long Night - She Wants Revenge

🩸 Mx. Sinister - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

🩸 Eat You - Caravan of Thieves

🩸 Fear & Delight - The Correspondents

🩸 Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

Requested By 🍄🎃 Anon!

[bellysoupset]

Are you going to write any just sexy stories on the honeymoon? Like without sickness, just because these lovebirds deserve to enjoy themselves and have a great honeymoon.

-🩰

😳👀 you guys want that?

Full disclosure, much like with emeto content, I'm more interested in the build up than the result. So I looooove writing sexy talk, making out, even a bit of smut here and there, but the minute it gets repetitive (😉) I lose interest 🙈

That's to say I would very much write some sexy times for my OCs, but probably like... "Tv Sexy" where the moment things get going we fade to black. We're good with that?

[trix-in-a-box]

Could you draw my sona in D2?

im sorry if this looks weird i haven’t drawn much lately 🥲

[agi-ppangx]

in honour of chan visiting australia and his family again, can we get an imagine where he shows you around/you spend some time with him there and its kind of intimate? its all up to you <3

i love this request so so much anonnie :((( here is your drabble, please let me know if you enjoyed it !!<33