#rest in pieces my little cube simp

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WHO WOULD WIN?

fairy with his hair down

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his evil counterpart whos never seen him wear it like that before?

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Whipped Cream: Iwaizumi's Bonus Scene

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Warnings: Reader is a little flirty, Iwa-chan busts his lip, Kuroo is conniving, Strong language

Everyone had finished their meals about five minutes prior, now just working on finishing your drinks before the checks were brought out. And in this time, Kuroo had managed to get under your skin, as he was so well adept in. At this point, it was a game to him, to see how quickly he could get you to retaliate. He never went too far, mainly just making statements that he knew you would fight him on.

Laughter bubbles from Kuroo's lips as his eyes scan over you. "In what world? You might have played volleyball in high school, but you haven't lifted anything heavier than a couch cushion, since."

His words held some truth, though not as much as he thought. Though you weren't a health nut and you were out of practice, some of your closest friends were Bokuto, and by extension Hinata. You had been pretty adaptable with positions, in high school. Your brother was the Captain, your ex-boyfriend a middle blocker, and your former best friend a setter. Practicing with each of them, throughout your life had made you pretty talented.

In high school you'd had the opportunity to go to multiple of Japan's sponsored training camps. You'd never gone, but that was only because you had too much going on at home, at the time. You'd also been looked at by multiple universities for scholarships. At the end of the day, though, you chose the same path as your best friend.

You could still spike a volleyball with the best of them, if you did say so yourself. So, with narrowed, challenging eyes, you speak up. "You really think so? I hardly go outside and I'd still win a practice run against you, Tetsu."

Kenma shrugs, briefly looking up from his phone to eye you both, "I believe it. After all, Bokuto does drag them off to help he and Hinata practice a lot."

As his eyes travel back to his phone, you look from him back towards Kuroo. "Exactly, so suck my dick."

Kuroo, though, only seemed to grin. And his grin was one you were all too familiar with: he knew something you didn't.

"Great. So then you'll really be an asset to the volleyball team, being so skilled and all?"

Iwaizumi looks towards you with raised eyebrows, "You played in high school?"

"That's the only part of that conversation you decide to comment on?" Kuroo rolls his eyes, placing his head against his fist, his elbow resting on the table.

Holding up your right hand to Kuroo, you flash him the sweetest smile you can possibly muster, before raising your middle finger to flip him off. Though as you do, his hand shoots out to catch yours, a smirk stretching over his features as he catches your hand before you can withdraw it. "You asshole." You hiss as you try to pull your hand back, mistakenly pushing your body into Iwaizumi. Kuroo, however, just holds his grip on your wrist, until you end up attempting to put all of your weight into jerking your hand back. That's when he finally decided to let go, allowing your body to jerk into Iwaizumi's.

Iwaizumi, who'd been sipping on his hot chocolate, tried to prepare for things, though he wasn't as prepared as he might've wished as the mug hit his lower lip, not only busting it, but also smearing whipped cream along his top lip and nose. With a glare directed towards you, he attempted to reach across you for the napkins, but you beat him to it, "Thanks, Kuroo, my boss hates me now."

You then turn towards Iwaizumi with a hand full of napkins, grabbing his jaw to turn his head towards you so you could help him. But holy shit, how had you not noticed that jawline beforehand? Bringing your hand up, you begin to wipe the whipped cream from his face, while Kuroo flags someone down, between his cackles, to get some ice for them.

"You certainly cause a lot of trouble, don't you?" Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, trying to draw attention away from the fact that his cheeks had a slow-growing blush dusting them. "We split them up to prevent disaster, but you seem to be the source of most of it."

You turn up your nose, "And to think that I thought you were hot -"

"If anything, you find him hotter now. You've always had a thing for douchebags." Kenma flashes you a smirk, before returning his eyes to his phone.

You let out a quiet huff, face warming in embarrassment, "Kenma, I don't wanna hear it from you. You're just jealous because I'm paying more attention to Iwa, here." Sticking your tongue out at him, you pull the napkins away from his face, placing them on your empty plate. "There you go." Bringing your hand to his cheek, you pat it with amusement flitting across your features.

Iwaizumi only rolls his eyes at you, "You remind me a little too much of a friend of mine."

Everyone looks over as a waitress comes over with a few ice cubes in a cup, Iwaizumi thanking her as he takes the cup, before plucking an ice cube from it and wrapping it in a paper towel to place against his slightly-swollen lip.

"Speaking of your friends," the way your tone changes makes both Kenma and Kuroo collectively roll their eyes, knowing exactly what - or rather, who you're going to bring up. Though, you ignore them to continue your conversation with Iwaizumi, "You know Oikawa, right? Like personally?" A frown crosses his face as he raises an eyebrow, prompting you to continue. "I don't want anything. I'm not going to ask for his number, or some shit. I've got Bokuto and Hinata wrapped around my finger, if I'm looking for a volleyball player."

"Y/N, you can't just say things like that." Kuroo brings a hand up to massage his temple.

The Athletic Trainer blinks, "So, what are you asking for?"

Looking back up at him, you tilt your head, "Nothing, I just wanted to see if Kuroo was telling the truth. I can't even lie, though, I use to watch Seijoh's games, to see his service ace. It was fucking killer. Hell, he was the reason I taught myself how to do it. And I do pride myself on my jump-serves. I use to be able to do jump-floats, as well, but that's a little iffy, now, I'm not going to lie.

"Now that I think about it, Seijoh had some cute players. Especially when I was in... My second year of high-school, there was this number four. God, he was fucking amazing. I loved watching him play. Plus those biceps were to -... Kuroo, shut up, your laughter makes it so hard to concentrate." You stop to look at Kuroo, who is doubling over in laughter, while Kenma shakes his head at your misfortune.

"Y/N, do you know what team Iwaizumi used to play for?" Kenma looks at you with a ghost of a smile.

From there, you can piece things together, cringing a bit as you look back at Iwaizumi, "Would you believe me if I said that I meant... Number... Sixteen..?"

Iwaizumi lets an amused smirk grace his lips as he looks at you, "That's cute. Good to know that you actually have some taste. I nearly lost faith with your adoration for Loserkawa." He brings his mug back to his lips, fingers grasping your wrist so he can tug your hand away from where it was holding ice on his lip, proceeding to finish off what was left in his mug, obviously getting ready to leave.

You didn't respond, instead looking at his upper lip, where whipped cream rested. You were so used to the comfort you had between you and your close friends, like Kenma and Kuroo, that you didn't hesitate to just reach out and wipe the excess away, Reaching out, you place your fingers on his cheek to steady your hand, while your thumb swipes across his upper lip, movements fleeting, before you withdraw your hand. It isn't until you're wiping your thumb on the napkins that you realize what you did, face and neck warming in embarrassment. Though, you weren't the only one, as the porcupine-haired man brought a hand up to attempt to hid his flushed cheeks.

"I've got to... Uh- Get the boys some stretches for their day off. See you on Monday," he excuses himself to stand, retrieving his ticket so he'd be able to pay at the front of the restaurant.

"See you on Monday, Iwa," your cooed words make Iwaizumi flush a bit darker, mumbling something under his breath before bidding you all goodbye as he attempts to rush out, in embarrassment.

With a sheepish look directed towards Kuroo and Kenma, the two watch you in amusement. "Whoops," you rub the back of your neck with a sheepish grin crossing your lips.

Iwaizumi was friends with Oikawa for years, so while he did get use to some of the near flirty teasing from his best friend and learn how to counteract it, sometimes his is caught off guard.

You found out about Oikawa and Seijoh's team, after seeing him in a magazine. (And yes, you do see more about this, later.)

You also rooted for them to make it to Nationals so that you could plays against them.

I'm really sorry guys, the past few days have been chaos, but there will be two more parts coming your way to make up for it, tonight and tomorrow. I hope you're all doing well. You all most definitely better be taking care of yourselves. I'm rooting for you and I'm proud of you. Remember to eat and drink some water, and get some rest. You deserve it.

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"I see you still have my shirt" for simping softness with a male reader and hoyt?👀 maybe have the reader kinda be the more dom acting of the two?👀👀

Please enjoy your FOUR PAGE LONG smut fic my friend.

Notes: This fic contains bdsm, temperature play, and Charlie Hewitt subbing.

Warnings: OKAY SO DON'T DO PUT ICE INSIDE YOURSELF and VASALINE ISN'T GOOD LUBE. Other than that,

18+ Under the cut!

After everything y’all had done the night before, Charlie got dressed in the dark and ducked back into his own room before anyone could realize he hadn’t slept in it.

You grinned at the ceiling and tucked an arm behind your bed, you replayed the events of last night in your head, your other hand starting to lazily stroke yourself.

It was hotter than hell and there wasn’t a lick of AC; there was no one coming through town, so you figured once you finished up around the house, you’d find a swimming hole and stay there til dark.

You stepped out onto the porch and saw Charlie sitting in the shade against the house with his shirt open and hat on his face. You walked up to him and nudged him with the toe of your shoe. He bolted upright quick enough that his hat fell down onto the porch.

“The hell you want?” He said, squinting up at you.

“I’m about to go swimming,” you saw him start to reach for his fallen hat, so you grabbed it and put it on. “You wanna come with?”

“Too damn hot, gimme my hat,” he extended his hand for you to hand him his hat.

“Too damn hot to go swimming? Get up you old coot and come with me,” you laughed at him, taking a step back.

“Yeah yeah, ‘m old and I ain’t goin swimmin, now gimmie my damn hat,” he was finally getting up. Perfect.

“Come n get it Charlie,” you said before running off into the house.

You had to admit, it was too damn hot to be running around like this, but the heavy footfalls behind you told you that, hot as it may be, Charlie was coming for his hat.

You hid under the table and watched Charlie stomp through the house towards your room. He barged in and slammed the door shut behind him. You laughed to yourself and filled a cup with ice and crept after him.

You managed to sneak into the room without him noticing. He had his back to you and was leaning over the bed trying to see if you were crouched on the other side.

Oh this is too fuckin good, you thought to yourself, setting the glass down and grabbing a singular ice cube. It was freezing and had started to melt in your hand. Perfect.

You grabbed the back of his undershirt with one hand and slid the ice cube between the fabric and his skin.

He yelped and stood up, quickly trying to shake the ice cube out of his shirt.

You grabbed the glass of quickly melting ice with one hand and shoved him back onto the bed.

You held him down with one cold, damp hand. Both of you knew he could get up if he wanted, but he didn’t quite want to. He hadn’t seen this side of you before and wanted to see how far you’d take it.

“Charlie, I am just so bored, ya know? And you won’t even go swimming with me,” you clicked your tongue, “Found a different way for us to cool off though,” you leaned forward and showed Charlie the melting cup of ice.

Charlie wished he could figure out what was going through your head.

“Roll on over Charlie, I want you on your back.” Your voice had lost its playful tone and Charlie found himself complying without even thinking.

“Look at you, you know I’m about to fuck you six ways t’ Sunday and you’re being such a good boy,” You moved his button down off his shoulders and threw it off to the side, “need you to sit up a little for me so I can get your shirt out of the way,” You tugged at the lower hem of his under shirt and pulled it up over his head, quickly discarding it on the floor.

“Cat gotcha tongue?” you asked, pulling off your own shirt and unbuckling your belt.

“Cat ain’t got my tongue, sir.” He answered with a smirk, watching the look of shock dance across your features.

You flashed him a dazzling smile as you leaned over him and secured his hands together with your belt.

“Well look at you, usin your manners….Luda Mae’d be so proud,” you slapped him, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough that he felt it, “you’re gonna lose the attitude, or I’m gonna make this a real long night for you.”

You took one of the ice cubes and put it about an inch up from his belly button. He let out a small sound of shock and arched his back.

“Ah, c’mon now, ‘m just trying to cool you off,” you cooed, moving the ice cube up his chest and over to his nipple.

You leaned up and licked the wet trail the ice cube left and you felt Charlie tense under your touch. You pressed your body against his and you could feel exactly how much he was enjoying himself.

You stood back up and let the ice cube melt on his chest.

“Charlie, this next thing I’m bout to do is gonna be real cold. Need you to relax for me,” you kissed and nipped a small bit of skin just above where his belt buckle would’ve been.

Then you slid his pants down his legs, the tent in his boxers more prominent.

You yanked his boxers off without ceremony, knelt on the floor between his legs, then hooked your arms under his knees and pulled him further down the bed so you could get a better angle.

You took you time picking out the next piece of ice, one that didn’t have any sharp edges and seemed almost rounded at one end. Almost like it was made for your next devious plan. You started off slow dragging it along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh making him shiver. You hung onto the way his breath hitched from the cold on his hot skin.

“If you make a sound, I’m gonna gag you. Understand?” You looked up at the older man and he gave a singular nod in response.

The temptation was just too much for you, you traced along his ass cheek with the piece of ice, and then you pressed right against his asshole with the rounded end.

“[y/n]! What in the hell do you think you’re doin!” Charlie nearly shot off the bed.

You tutted and got up from where you were kneeling.

“I did warn you,” you picked up his boxers and walked up to the other side of the bed, “Charlie, baby, I need you to open your mouth,” you cupped his chin with your free hand and held his mouth open, then shoved his own boxers into his mouth as he squirmed.

“Aw, c’mon handsome, I did tell you what’d happen if you didn’t keep quiet,” you leaned down so you were at his ear and whispered “tap me three times if you need me to let up, you know the drill.”

You knew he’d never safeword, but you felt better about the whole thing when y’all did have one in place.

You took your spot back, kneeling between his legs. God, he was so painfully hard and even with his shocked reaction to the cold, he was leaking precum. You wondered to yourself if there was any on the underwear you shoved in his mouth. You almost hoped that there was so that he’d be able to taste his excitement.

You were rock hard and hadn’t even touched yourself yet. If you continued at this rate, you’d cream your pants before you managed to fuck him.

You looked over at the glass. There was only one piece of ice left. It was a bit bigger than the other pieces, but it didn’t have any sharp ends and it wasn’t as big around as your thumb. It’d fit.

This time you took the piece of ice and began to press it inside of Charlie without the preamble of the first piece. He squirmed on the bed, bucking his hips, trying to get away from the frozen intrusion. Before long, the chunk of ice was inside on his asshole. You licked around the bud, worming your tongue in where the ice had entered. You started to fuck his cold hole with your tongue. You wanted to warm him up before the main action.

You thought about it for a moment and decided to switch gears.

You removed your tongue and replaced it with two careful fingers. You sucked, nipped, and licked up his inner thigh, you left butterfly kisses along his pelvis as you stretched him with your fingers.

You wanted to watch him cum without his cock getting a single bit of the action. The thought of it almost made you laugh. You knew how needy and demanding he could be. It was nice to have your way with him, have absolute control over his pleasure.

Charlie would never admit to you exactly how hot he found all of this. The last thing he needed was to encourage his usually submissive boyfriend’s dominant streak. It was fun to see from him every now and again, but this did not need to become a regular thing.

You were finally satisfied with your prep work and you reached under your bed and found your small tub of Vaseline you kept for occasions like this. You popped the lid on it, scooped out a glob, then rapidly realized you forgot to take your pants off.

Damnit, damnit, damnit, you cursed yourself at you clumsily took pulled your jeans down with one hand, careful not to get any of the makeshift lube on the denim. It’d never come out. Once you had your jeans kicked off, you fished yourself out of your boxers and smeared the petroleum onto your hard shaft. What was left over on your hand got smeared across Charlie’s bud.

You rested Charlie’s legs over your shoulders, lifting his lower body completely off the mattress, and started to carefully push into him.

You held yourself there. As much as you wanted to fuck him and make him scream, you didn’t want to hurt him. No fun in having to explain those injuries to the family. You sank into him, inch by inch until you were balls deep.

You watched the expression on his face, looking for cues that he was ready. He kicked you. His cue was to kick you.

“Fine Charlie, you need to be fucked that bad? Needy little whore,” you mumbled, pretending to be irritated by his impatience. In all honesty, it was kind of hot that he wanted you that badly.

If he wanted it that fucking bad, who were you to say no. Your thrusts were a bit clumsy, but you picked up an unforgiving pace that was good enough to make Charlie’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

Maybe he’ll find a brain back there, you thought to yourself.

You shouldn’t have waited so long to get to fucking him, you weren’t going to last much longer, not with him squeezing you the way he was.

“God Charlie, I wish you could see yourself. The way you’re taking my fat cock, God, it’s like you’ve been practicin,” you mused, knowing he couldn’t reply and that he was probably too lost in his own pleasure to acknowledge your words, “I’d bet you fuck yourself on your fingers every night lookin for something that feels half as good as this,” you buried yourself in him, watching his cock twitch as the whiteish fluid leaked out.

“Oh Baby, you just came without me even touching your pretty cock,” you groaned. It was too hot. You switched from deep thrusts to small ones; you knew you were going to cum any second now, you just wanted to make sure it was deep inside him. You wanted him to feel you leak out of him.

You brought Charlie’s legs back down and leaned over, undoing the belt around his wrists.

You turned away, grabbing a rag you had laying around and you dipped it in the glass of water you had left over from the ice. He pulled boxers out of his mouth.

The first words out of his mouth?

“You happy now,” he asked, seemingly annoyed.

“Pleased as punch,” you were back between his legs, gently cleaning up the mess of bodily fluids and thick petroleum jelly.

You came into your hand and used the rag nearby to clean it up.

Probably need to wash that, you noted.

You got up with a stretch and noticed the wife beater and tan Sheriff’s shirt still laying on your floor. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning.

You left your room shirtless, in only your boxers and jeans, joining Charlie in the kitchen. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"I see you still have my shirt"

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Pro Hero! Iida Tenya x Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

This fic is rated M for Mature audiences only

Warnings: Smut, light temperature play, sensory play/depravation, light bondage, nipple play if you squint, Daddy kink, DD/LG dynamic, soft Dom Tenya, a little bit of fluff <3

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: I have no clue why soft Dom Tenya just popped into my head like a fucking whack-a-mole. All I could think of for hours was his huge hand on the back of my neck, squeezing and comforting me, or pulling me to whisper absolute filth into my ear. Honestly Tenya is slept on, and I for one simp for him heavily. He’s got soft Dom vibes, because he likes rules and regulations, but I don’t think he’s got the attitude of a brat tamer. Idk that’s just me lmao. 

Also, the beginning is a bit weird. You basically fight your family (that you don’t like very much). So yeah, be warned.

Anyway, enjoy the read~

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This wasn’t the first time you’d brought Tenya to a family dinner. In fact, he’d come with you ever since the first time you asked to introduce him to your family. They loved him to pieces, especially considering he was a high ranking hero from a well-known hero family. But this was the first time you’d used your signal around family. 

Your family was unaware of the extent of your relationship with Tenya, so you tried your hardest to keep them from finding out. They wouldn’t take it lightly if they knew about the dynamic the two of you had. The only family that knew was your sister, and she understood the secrecy, she would be in a similar situation if she were in a serious relationship. 

It was only an hour into the night when your family got a bit too politically and religiously aggressive. You were used to this, used to them talking about the workings of the world and their own beliefs. Obviously you didn’t feel the same way as most of your family, but they didn’t know that. You just avoid those conversations as much as possible. 

Of course, your sister was a little more open about her difference in opinion, and you had to defend her and diffuse the situation before things got out of hand. Now things were a bit awkward. She’d left in a bit of a storm and you were left to hopefully explain, in a much more sedated manner, how not everyone will think the same way and people had a right to their own opinions. 

Being the person you are, the elders in the family had overpowered you and you were left to sit and listen to them rambling on in an attempt to change your mind. It was times like these you seriously considered cutting yourself off from them. And it was times like these you were grateful Tenya was there.

Your head was starting to hurt from the stress of the situation, and you were visibly tense, shoulders high, jaw clenched, hands clasped hard in your lap, knee bouncing wildly. You could feel Tenya’s concerned gaze on you. He was worried for you, always so in tune with your emotions. That’s why you trusted him to take care of you.

When you’d finally had enough but had no idea how to get out of the situation, you discreetly reached over and placed your hand on Tenya’s thigh and squeezed twice. That’s the signal you used when you needed to leave as quickly as possible. As he put his mind to work, his hand came up and rested at the back of your neck, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. The motion had you relaxing into his touch, calming your breathing and waiting patiently for him to get you out of the situation.

It only took a few minutes for his phone to start ringing, and he excused himself from the table with a polite smile to take the phone call. Less than a minute later he came back in and explained that there was an emergency at his agency and needed to head into the office. The both of you were on the road within minutes, and the entire ride home his hand was on your thigh, rubbing soothing shapes into your flesh. He explained that no, he didn’t have an emergency at the agency and the call was from Izuku after Tenya had texted him.

Finally home, you let out a heavy sigh. Tenya could tell how exhausted you were, and when the both of you settled into bed he sat up and pulled you into his lap and held you tight, smoothing his large hands over your back. “Are you alright baby?” You nod into his chest, “Yeah. I’m okay.” He hummed, the vibrations running through your body. He knew you were still tense, but he kept quiet, waiting. He always was a patient man.

After a few deep breaths you pulled away and looked up at him. “Can we play?” One of his hands came up and threaded his fingers through your hair. “How do we ask to play?” Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a breath, already settling into subspace, then opened them again as you asked, this time properly. “Can we please play, Daddy?” A soft smile found its way onto his face as he leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “Of course baby. We can play.”

With that, it all started. It didn’t take long for you to be tied to the bed on your back, blindfolded with noise-cancelling earbuds in your ears. There was nothing for several long minutes, then the bed dipped between your legs. The excitement was building as you waited for him to touch you, not knowing what you’d feel first. 

Your back arched and you let out a gasp as icy cold enveloped a nipple, warm lips contrasting with a cold tongue as it laved over the quickly perking bud. The other was not neglected, thick fingers working it until it was hard, before switching. That same cold tongue was trailed up to the dip in your collarbone, then down your sternum all the way to your pubic bone, making you shiver.

When the cold began to warm, the sensations stopped as Tenya pulled away. The bed shifted ever so slightly, and the next thing you felt was that icy cold on your clit. You shouted out a moan and your body involuntarily jerked, but his large hands gripped your hips, holding you still as his chilled tongue swirls over the bundle of nerves. One of his hands released you and two thick fingers slipped into your already soaked cunt, immediately curling up to hit that gummy spot inside you.

With only a few pumps of his fingers the knot in your belly snapped, and your walls clenched down on his fingers as you shook with your first orgasm of the night. His fingers didn’t stop moving until you were mewling and whining that it was too much. Then all the stimulation stopped, and the only indication he was still between your legs was the dip in the bed.

After a few moments of catching your breath, his hands gripped onto your hips again, and you felt him push just the tip of his thick cock into you. Even just that had you panting and moaning, attempting to squirm and force more of him inside you, but his hands held you firm. His body heat rolled off him in waves as he leaned down, his chest almost flush with yours. 

Then there was cold on your neck, and he slowly pushed himself into you as he sucked a bruise into your skin, bottoming out fully as he pulled his mouth away. He stilled his hips and pulled the earbuds out of your ears, allowing you to hear what was happening. “How does that feel baby?” For a split second you were confused, but then cold reappeared on your body, rubbing around your nipples and breasts and cold beads of liquid dripping down your skin.

You let out another gasp, and he could feel your pussy clamp down on his length. With a chuckle, he pinched your nipple harshly making you squeal and squirm. “That’s not an answer, babygirl.” Your words were breathy, but you got them out anyway. “F-feels good, Daddy.” A deep satisfied hum rumbled through his chest and he kissed your neck softly, “There we go. Now tell me what you want baby.”

He rolled his hips into you, grinding into you before stilling again. You answered through a lengthy moan, knowing he’d fuck you thoroughly, but only if you asked him to. And that’s exactly what you were going to do. “Please fuck me, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.” He sighed out in your ear and his hand found its way to your neck, but there was almost no pressure on your throat. “Good girl,” he growled into your ear, and the praise made you shudder.

Slowly, he pulled out and thrust back into you, grinding his cock into your walls and dragging the head along your g-spot perfectly. He kept that slow pace, the hand at your throat moving to your hip. The other was rubbing another ice cube over your skin, making you shiver and clench down on his cock. He massaged the ice into your skin, slowly rocking his hips into yours, until it was completely melted and his fingers began to warm you again.

It was almost torture how slow he fucked you, how steady he ground his cock along your wet walls. You were mewling underneath him, whimpering and bucking your hips to get him to move faster. Your limbs tugged at your restraints, wanting nothing more than to tangle your hands in his hair and wrap your legs around his waist, pull him into you faster, harder. He knew what you wanted, you knew he did, but he wanted you to ask for it. He would wait, slowly thrust up into you until you asked him like the good little girl you are. And by god were you his good girl. 

“Daddy~ Please Daddy, more~” Your voice was almost a whine as you begged him for more, begged for him to go harder. Still dragging out his thrusts, a hand came up to your chin, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip. His breath was warm on your face, heavy pants rolling over your skin. “More what sweetheart? What does my baby want?” With a whine you bucked your hips, only barely managing the movement with one of his hands still gripping your hip tight. 

“Use your words baby. You have to tell Daddy what you want.” You nearly sobbed when his cock head dragged harshly against your g-spot. “Please fuck me harder, Daddy! I need it~” He groaned out at your needy state, “Good fucking girl. You’re Daddy’s good girl aren’t you~” It wasn’t phrased as a question, more fact, but you found yourself nodding anyway. His hands gripped your hips and he pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting his hips back to yours.

You moaned out with each snap of his hips, his pace slowly getting faster and heavier. Soon he was pounding into you, and that coil in your stomach tightened, your legs tensing and pulling at the ropes connecting you to the bed. Tenya knew how close you were, pussy fluttering wildly around his cock signaling him of your nearing climax. He pressed two fingers into your mouth, and you suckled on them, coating them in saliva before he pulled them away and rubbed at your clit.

The contact had you gasping for air, panting hard as your orgasm built up even further. Tenya leaned down and kissed you, deep and passionate, tongue twisting with yours. That’s all it took to have you cumming, and he swallowed your sobbed moans as your pussy clamped down around him. He kept pounding into you, dragging out that high just a little before he was pumping hot ropes of cum into you, thrusting a few more times before he stilled completely.

Still inside you, he untied your limbs and blindfold, and pulled you into his chest as he rolled onto his side, peppering kisses onto your face. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at Tenya, tired and satisfied, and he kissed you sweetly as you relaxed into him further. “How are you feeling?” You nod softly, “Good. Thank you Tenya.” He pulled you in and hugged you tight. “Of course baby. You did so good for me. Such a good girl.” The praise had you feeling all warm and fuzzy, and you nuzzled into him.

“Let’s go get cleaned up and go to bed okay?” You nodded as he carried you into the bathroom. You washed up and cuddled in bed until you fell asleep, at home in his arms.

[lucifers-favorite-pen]

I saw that requests are open and I was wondering if you could do some fluff with Satan ?? 👉🏻👈🏻

I can be more specific if you want, if not you have creative freedom, I’m just a simp for him

I would love to write one of my favorite writers some Satan fluff. As you know, I just published my Luci piece, so i’m a little creatively drained atm, but I’m also really excited bc I like the idea I just got for you :D

I hope you like it! I’m sorry, it begins a little more intense than I thought it would. 

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Bedtime Stories (Satan x GN!MC)

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairing: Satan x gn!mc

Genre: Fluffyyyy

Warnings: Nightmares, moderate gore, mention of blood, claustrophobia 

Word Count: ~1.3k

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You were sprinting through a dark, dense forest. Branches caught on your clothes, in your hair, and on your skin, ripping and shredding anything they touched.

It hurt to breathe. 

It hurt to run.

But you had to keep going, or you would die. 

You don’t know what is chasing you. You only hear snarling, and feel the ground shake every time the creature behind you bounds closer to you. You feel it’s hot, putrid smelling breath on the back of your neck when you trip on a rock and fall, stumbling to get back up just before it caught and devoured you. 

As you sprint, and trip through the forest, you manage to work up enough courage to look behind you, wanting to see the beast chasing you.

The second you turn your head to look over your shoulder, you feel your body collide with a cold brick wall. 

You hit it at a dead sprint, so your body bounces off of the wall like a tennis ball and you land on your back. 

You cough a little, the wind was just knocked out of you and you’re out of breath from sprinting for God knows how long. As you try and open your eyes, only your right one opens, as you see nothing but red in your left eye. 

You run your hand over the left side of your face, and can only assume you have some how shattered every bone on that side of it. Everything hurts, and feels out of place.

There isn’t a tree canopy anymore? 

Only bright, florescent lightbulbs that burn your one good eye when you look at them.

You stumble to your feet, when you notice you’re not standing on forest floor anymore. 

No, you’re standing in a black, granite cube. No doors, no windows, just cold hard walls. Walls that begin to move in on each other.

You begin to panic, limping to the wall in front of you to try and push it back with no avail. You start screaming for help, and look up to see a giant child looking in at you from the open top of the box. 

She smiles at your screaming, and reveals rows upon rows of razor sharp, yellowed teeth. You turn to run, but are met with a wall. She laughs at you, and reaches down to pat your head with her finger. 

“Shhh it’s ok. You’re safe. I won’t let anything hurt you,” she says over and over, smiling villainously down at you as you are backed into a corner, watching the walls close in on you.

You’re still screaming and pressing your arms the walls on either side of your body, trying to stop them from moving any further as the walls in front and behind you press against your back and chest. The press harder and harder, until-

You jolt awake, gasping for air. Your ears are pounding and your eyes are adjusting to the dark room around you. You go to move a strand of hair out of your eyes and realize that your arms are still restricted, and you hear quiet words cutting through the sound of blood rushing to your ears, “Shhh you’re safe now, it was just-” 

You cut the voice off with your screams and flails. 

“I’m still trapped, and she’s still talking!” you thought as you squirm and scream within the walls of the box. 

You feel the walls of the box lift from around you, and two strong hands secure your violently shaking head to one place. 

“Hey hey hey, look at me look at me,” you hear a familiar, comforting voice say to you. Your eyes finally adjust and you see the owner of the voice, Satan. 

Your boyfriend, your best friend, your protector, your lover. 

You calm down a little, and wrap your hands around his wrists. Anything to steady yourself. 

“There you are,” he coos at you while wiping the steady stream of tears below your eyes with his thumbs. He’s also taking deep breathes with you and slowly slowing the pace of them, hoping you’ll subconsciously mimic him. “You’re safe now, Dove. Nothing will ever hurt you here,” he whispers as he brushes some hair from your sweaty forehead. 

You feel sobs well up in your throat, and you throw your arms around him, completely falling apart. He catches you, and wraps both his arms around you in a secure embrace. He lets you sob into his shoulder as he rubs small circles into your back, and whispers soft reassurances in your ear. 

“Shhh it’s ok. I know it was scary. It’s ok, I’ve got you,” 

Slowly but surely, you calm down with Satan’s help. After about an hour after you stopped crying, he feels the tension in your shoulders start to give a little, and the death grip you have on his shirt starts to loosen. He waits until your heart beat slows to a some what normal speed before asking, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head no, and he nods in understanding. He figured as much, but thought he would ask anyway just in case. 

“How about I read you a bedtime story? Would you like that?”

He pulls away from you to look at you when he asks. You decide that you would like that, and nod your head while wiping your face with your hand. He smiles down at you, and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Great, I’ll be right back,” he says as he lets go of you and begins to turn to get up from the bed. 

You feel the terror start to creep back in and you feel as if your stomach just dropped to the floor. You reach out and catch his arm, yanking him back down on to the bed. You wrap yourself around him and fling your arms around him again, burying your face in his neck. 

“Don’t-”, you begin but are cut off by a sudden sob shaking your body. Satan places his hand on the small of your back to secure you against him, and sits up on the edge of his bed with your body wrapped around his. 

“Shhh I’m here, I’m here, baby,” he coos wrapping his strong arms around your body. 

“Please don’t leave me,” you manage to choke out. 

Satan nods and rubs soothing circles on your back until you calm down. 

“I’ll never leave you, MC,” he mumbles into your night shirt. You nod in response, and feel him stand up from the bed, lifting you with him. 

“Let’s go pick out a book, shall we?”

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Satan carried you, like a koala, around his room, up and down ladders, and up and down stacks until you found a story book you liked. He then laid you down in his bed, crawled underneath the covers with you, and began to read aloud. You laid with your head resting on his chest, his hand tracing lines up and down your shoulder as he read short stories to you. 

It took a long time before you fell asleep, but what mattered to Satan is that you eventually did. When he noticed, he smiled warmly down at you, and lightly kissed your head.

 “Goodnight, MC”, he said before turning his lamp off and nestling under the covers with you.

It wouldn’t matter if he was sleeping on the most comfortable mattress in all the three realms that night. There was absolutely no way he was sleeping. Not when the episode you just had scared him the way it did. He stayed up and kept his full attention on you, while also reviewing every single thing he knew about human sleep hygiene and psychology behind nightmares. He decided he would ask you again tomorrow if you wanted to tell him what your nightmare was about. That way, he could have a better idea of what could have brought this on. It made him extremely angry to see you suffer and experience true, debilitating fear and not be able to kill whatever was scaring you immediately. 

It didn’t matter what he had to do, he was not going to let that happen to you ever again. 

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