#slithery-fingers

[ppg-villains-defense-lawyer]

Hello! ❤️ when can we expect an update on SOMY?? It’s so good!

Very soon, if I'm able to stick to my plan lol. My hope is to have the next chapter out by the 7th. I had some real life stuff happen and that with a mix of my procrastination acting up again has kinda made me fall behind my (very loose) update schedule lol.

[kakusu-shipping]

Thinking about Koro-Sensei's hands.... like holding two freshly boiled slugs <3

[fluffylino]

serpent hybrid hyunjin 🌱🐍🌱

hyunjin never acted like this. you had never seen him behave so much like a serpent. was he experiencing an unusual kind of heat? did snakes do that...well u just gotta find out

i love this concept so much ill scream-

reblogging > liking

-contains mature themes (two dicks and a split tongue ahhh)

snake hybrids weren't exactly judged well in society. stereotypical beliefs calling them mean slithery liars who manipulate people.

they were just misjudged. misunderstood hybrids who needed affection too. maybe the energy exhuded made them look tough and deadly but deep down they were sweeter than even bunny hybrids.

thats why your boyfriend, hyunjin is always by your side.

theres nothing quite different about snake hybrids. except for the patches of scales on different parts of their body.

however some had no scales, instead just forked tongues. hyunjin was no exception. patient and mind numbingly soft at all times. snuggling into you every now and then.

thats why when you step into the house,you aren't expecting the strong whiff of a certain peculiar smell. its musky and fills the whole apartment.

you don't even know what you're smelling until you're embraced by him. his body warm, reeking of musk. intoxicating your senses.

"hyun-" you let out hurriedly, dropping your bag on the ground in shock. his face buried in your neck. hands running all over your body.

practically pushing you against the door, slipping his left hand between your legs while his right hand grabbed your backside. gasping at the way you seem to float off the ground. he's picking you up quicker than you can even process.

"what's going on? baby?" you say, trying to wriggle out of his firm hold. he's stronger than before and he continues holding you off the ground.

hyunjin hisses.

he fucking hisses.

and your eyes widen. thats only the second time he's ever hissed at you. once during an argument and right now. did that mean he was angry?

"heat." is all he says, huffing as he slams the bedroom door open. throwing you on the bed. not caring at the funny way, you bounced on the soft mattress.

"what do you mean? I thought snakes..don't get heats..."

you questioned. watching as he paced around the room, trying to control himself.

taking off his hoodie. arms out on display. shining with a thin layer of sweat. his hair soaked.

"fuck i don't know...i was washing our clothes and i got the smell of your shirt..."

he mumbles, and your eyes go down to where theres a prominent bulge in his pants. a wet patch staining the material.

"and its like my senses went wild. all I was thinking of was you. fucking you over and over again..." hyunjin slurs, his forked tongue peeking out.

"jinnie...your tongue"

you whisper. intrigued at how his tongue slipped past his lips every few seconds. he had never done that before.

"i can't control it-" he covers his mouth, gazing at you with needy eyes.

were his eyes always so sharp, you wondered.

"its okay baby, breathe" you reassure, opening your arms for him to come to you. and he does. resting his head on your shoulder, his weight pressing you down into the bed.

leaning into kiss him innocently when all of a sudden, his hands are on either side of your face, pulling you in for a needy kiss.

brain shutting off at the feeling of his forked tongue licking into your mouth. forcing you to be submissive because you knew you wouldn't win this battle.

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"j-jinnie" squirming under him.

his hands pinning your lower half down. head buried between your legs. your toes curling everytime he maneuvered his tongue to simultaneously flick at your sensitive clit and slip between your swollen lips.

"shhh"

u don't know if he's shushing you or hissing at you.

because the next thing you feel is his fork like tongue pushing all over your folds. fingers digging into your hips with strength that had your cunt throbbing.

whining at the loss as he lifts his head up. teasingly using the tips of his wet muscle to prod at your bundle of nerves. face contorting in pleasure at your taste. breath heavy on your warmth.

"breed." he blurts out, surprising himself. your mouth opening in shock when his nails dig into your waist.

his nails had grown longer, into claws and the once hardly noticeable scales on his forearms became visible. gradient shade of black and grey.

"hyun! h-hyunjin, baby b-bab-"

writhing higher into the mattress as he pushed your legs further apart.

nestling his split tongue over your swollen pussy. teasingly managing to place your clit in the Y of his wet muscle.

had his tongue grown longer because you could feel him so deep...

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"h-hyun?" you whisper, gripping his arm to relax your body for him. scales textured and rough under your calloused palm.

"m'right here, baby" hyunjin cooes. placing a hand flat on your lower stomach. eyes fixed on where he was prepping you.

with both his dicks. rubbing the tip over your folds while the other pressed into your entrance. leaking more and more slick that mixed with your own arousal.

"almost in, my love" nudging the first one in with extreme care. your fingers grasping at him. his jaw hanging open as he pushed in, groaning when he slid halfway in.

spreading your thighs so he could start to push his second dick in. the sensation and stretch making you cry in a mix of pain and pleasure.

snake hybrids had two features that only a person who they were close to, would find out about. a forked long tongue means their dicks are the same as well.

hyunjin was not particularly big. actually he was slightly above average considering snake hybrids had longer lengths and lesser girths.

hyunjin had thicker girths and the length of both his dicks were just perfect. neither too big nor too small.

but right now, he felt bigger.

he felt longer. he felt hot.

thats why when he pushes both of them past your entrance, you let out a muffled scream. eyes rolling back at the fullness. quite literally stuffed like this, for the first time.

"f-fuck gonna take me all in"

lowering himself to look down at you. his arms on either side of your head. placing his larger hands on your face. lips brushing against your open mouth.

"thats my precious girl~" and your pussy spasms around him.

getting him soaked because the way the word 'precious' rolled off his tongue, could make you cum on the spot. rolling his s's and a few other alphabets in a serpent like way. something he'd usually never do.

a firm thrust that has your hands flying up to hold onto him. clawing at his back while he buried himself deeper into your cunt. stretching you out with every rough movement.

the scales on his back were larger and travelled down his spine. groaning as you scratched down his back, hard enough to leave red imprints.

"gonna take my cum like a good mate, yes~" hyunjin hisses, watching you so closely. letting his tongue run over your front teeth, all the way down to your bottom lip.

you nod at his statement. wrapping your legs around his waist. pulling him closer. not caring if his patterns of uneven scales scratched you here and there.

plush lips kissing you with such intensity. his nose pressing into your cheek. pushing you deeper into the pillow. trailing a hand down to where your chest touched his. grabbing a handful of flesh and squeezing hard enough to make you arch your back.

taking the opportunity to thrust in deeper. your bottom half nearly lifted off the bed with his strength.

pads of his fingers pinching and pulling at your sensitive nubs. hooking your leg higher so he could change the angle. filling you up with warmth. it makes your eyes struggle to stay open.

this was nowhere near over...

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hiss hiss need more snake hyunjin ideas FUVKKKKK

part two

[silasours]

ৎ⸝⸝⠀EATING YOU OUT ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, x fem reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. face sitting. edging. overstimulation. oral sex. toys usage. sub/power sub reader. praise kink. fingering. squirting. vox pleasuring himself while desperately eating you out. calling vox a 'good boy'. pretend that val has a nose here. #summary : just them enjoying their time with their face stuck up in between your legs. #note : feels like i have nobody else to write for but, oh well.

ʚ LUCIFER .

your fingers grip lucifer's blonde locks tightly, legs shaking on either side of his head. his forked tongue moves skillfully thrusting into you, hungrily gathering every drop of your juice onto his tastebuds. he groans at the taste, the vibration sending straight to your core which earns another moan that spills from your lips. the eyes of his glow in the weakly dim room, peering at your face from between your legs.

"my, aren't you a delicious one." he coos against your puffy lips before pressing his lips against them. he exaggeratedly sucked on them before releasing, his ears blessed by your high-pitched moans while his hands hold your legs apart by your thighs. lucifer draws his tongue out and licks a long stripe down your clit, teasing for a short moment before thrusting his tongue into your entrance once again.

your hold on his hair only grew stronger, face growing more flushed as you threw your head back in pleasure. your vision starts blurring up from the tears that gather around your eyes, feeling your body burn from how close you are.

of course lucifer knows you're close; he knew the moment your inner walls clenched around his slithery tongue tighter than they did before. your hips involuntarily rock against his tongue, pushing yourself further onto his face with trembling muscles. watching this made him chuckle as he allowed you to push yourself closer to him.

"pretty girl, gonna cum for me?" you nod the moment he says those words, triggering the coil to break faster than before. he groans lowly at how soaked you're getting, doing his best to not let a single drop escape from his hungry tongue. with a loud breath sucked into your throat, orgasm hits you like a strong wave that flows throughout your body.

you moan to the point where your voice cracks ever so slightly. lucifers lap your juices clean, patiently helping you to calm down from your intense high with lazy draw of lines of his tongue. once you're done, he presses a light kiss onto your clit before climbing up from your legs. his mouth and chin glisten from your release as a grin sits on his face, the sight alone making your face burn further.

ʚ ALASTOR .

how many times have you been denied release now? you've lost count. your head is clouded with desperation to finally break, yet this demon here is stopping you from doing so over and over again. with a frustrated cry, you open your eyes to gaze at alastor all teary, only to find him taking his sweet time with his lips pressed against your clit. "please, alastor.. w-wanna cum.." you barely managed to hold back a hiccup, a soft mewl rolling off your tongue.

you can feel his grin growing against you, his face pulling away which made you whine. his tongue draws out to lick around his lips, finger sneakily moving to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves of yours. "is that so?" you nod desperately, moaning at his touch in hopes of being able to convince him. he doesn't reply with any words but a smile, slowly lowering his face back to where it was.

"be careful what you wish for, my dear." he whispered before ramming two digits into your hole, your warm, gummy walls instantly tightening around them. your back arches off the bed as your eyes roll, a hand instinctively moving to his hair to tug on it. the burn on his scalp made him groan against your clit as well as his cock throbbing in the confinements of his pants.

alastor's tongue moves sloppily against your soaked clit; it was more than enough to make your body tremble especially with his fingers carelessly abusing your pretty hole. his fingers always work like magic, never once missing that sweet spot buried deep inside of you once they figure out where exactly it is.

you came without getting the chance to tell him, the back of your head pressing hard onto the bed sheets. you choke on your moans while struggling to breathe properly; alastor isn't giving you a break just yet. his maintains the speed of his tongue and fingers as you try to push his head away weakly. "too much- mnh-!"

"too much?" alastor chuckles, almost mocking your words. he withdraws his face but not his fingers, slowly sinking his teeth into the skin of your thigh while sucking on it. "we're not done just yet, darling."

ʚ VOX .

"yeah? you enjoy me sitting on your face?" you grip the headboard tightly, doing your best to maintain upwards as vox works his tongue on your clit. he moans against you at your words, his hand moving to stroke his leaking cock with a slight squeeze. despite your attitude, you can't deny how good his tongue is at targeting exactly where your weak spots are.

moans slip from your lips, your noises only causing vox's hips to thrust up into his hand. you chuckle weakly which soon gets cut off by another moan, your grip on the headboard gradually growing weak. you keep your gaze on his face, occasionally turning your head to glance over your shoulder, to see him pleasure himself and those pathetic whines of his. you breathe out a small 'good boy' at the sight.

vox groans loudly at the praise, his tongue now matching the pace of the hand on his member. his breath is hot against your soaked crotch, the increased speed only causing your legs to stumble. "fuck, vox," you whine with a sweet tone, resting your head against the headboard; the sole item that supports your body to stay upright.

he hums in return, the heavy breath signaling that he's close to his own release. you're no different, feeling the coil in your stomach crumbling with every thrust of his tongue. you huff as you gaze down at him, meeting his silent desperate plea for release. you keep your eyes fixated on his while grinding against his face, dangling the sweet release right in front of him.

you only grant him permission once you're close enough, feeling your whole body shudder as release consumes you. you screw your eyes shut, listening to vox's low groans. he lifts his hips up from the bed sheet, white strings of hot seed decorating his stomach. while you're trying to catch your breath, you notice vox's gaze on you as he slowly speaks with a shaky, muffled voice.

"please.. can i put it in you now?"

ʚ VALENTINO .

valentino's workplace is practically filled with nothing but the smell of your sweat, your sweet noises, and the buzzing sound of a vibrator. the lower half of your body is raised high from the couch, high enough to reach his face as he stands by the edge, a leg of his folded up on the plush couch. his pairs of arms hold your body firmly.

the vibrator is pressed against your sensitive bud, his long tongue twisting and turning inside of you. you squirm under his hold, hands still struggling to find a suitable place for you to hold onto because of the position you're put in. your mind is clouded, drool slowly rolling down from your lips while struggling to keep yourself from turning into more of a mess than you already are.

"looking so pretty like this, amorcito." his nose is pressed up against your clit, the liquid coating his skin as he moans at the feeling. your body shivers, feeling heat crawl up onto your face partially from how embarrassing this position is. you're fully exposed in the air as he enjoys your taste right there, not paying any mind the both of you are in his workplace with the potential of being seen and heard.

"val.. put me- down.." your voice is nearly quiet from the continuous pleasure you're receiving. valentino scoffs, ignoring your pleas without stopping his tongue. his teeth graze against your skin, the small worry of him biting into you causes you to whimper while digging your nails into one of the arms that's holding your body.

perhaps it's because you're overly clouded by pleasure, you didn't notice him reaching for the small controller that's attached to the vibrator and swiping it all the way up. the sudden strong vibration made you cry out loud, the heel of your foot digging into his shoulder, toes curled. you shake your head, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling. "no, w-wait, hngh! i'm gonna-"

you didn't even manage to finish your sentence before being fully consumed by a strong orgasm. you squirt as your legs shake violently against his hold, vision turning white while valentino watches with a grin. he slightly removes the vibrator from your now extra-sensitive bud, allowing you to calm down from your high. with a sense of pride and satisfaction sitting in his chest, he licks around your spasming pussy for a taste.

"didn't know my baby could put up such a show. do it once more for me, will ya?"

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[takes1]

your needy Kenma smut was SOOO good omfg I was biting my fist reading it!! can i request a needy suna smut?

needy!suna rintarou x reader

hi!! so glad you liked it!! wow this took me so long i'm so sorry! i just could not find a way to write it without it being exactly the same as kenma's!

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details. fem!reader / forbidden, established relationship / manager!reader / vocal!suna / whiny!suna / needy!suna / bratty!suna / liiiight mommy kink nobody freak tf out!! / suna has a cute laugh / creampie / raw cuddly sex / 1.9k words

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"Don't look at me like that, Rin'."

Your fingers were smushing the lower half of his face, angling his head away from you. His head stayed obediently forward at the center court, but those eyes were still piercing through you.

Through his fishy-lips, his words became jumbled together, "'can' helb i'--,"

It wasn't his fault he looked so mean, so critical when he focused in on something.

"I can't help it," He spat, rubbing his jaw.

Suna wasn't careful about his hand placement. The members of Inarizaki knew you had been dating for a time, but Coach Kurosu did not need a reason to question your managerial position.

When you pushed his hand away from your waist, his face scrunched; that mean and bitter look returned, tenfold.

A frustrated, hushed, but not quiet, "I want you."

Though it wasn't an appropriate time, place, or circumstance, it would be lie to say that it wasn't hot. The unique mixture of his assertive, court-like focus and lesser-known bedroom-only begging forced you to cross your arms.

"You-," You glanced around, thankful nobody heard that, "Have a game to focus on."

The attitude he gave was not only unwarranted, but it succeeded in making you less receptive. To you, it was obvious that he was only looking for an out. He was tired and halfway through a challenging match. You couldn't spare to be his partner right now, and he did not like that.

He sucked his teeth, tapped his foot, crossed his arms, worked his jaw, and gave you a sharp sigh, all within five minutes of angry silence.

What a whiny bastard.

You found his struggle almost amusing. At the moment, it was more important to maintain your focus, for the both of you.

Still, it kept you wondering throughout the remainder of the match: What had you possibly done to warrant such a strong response?

Every instance that he had to be around the bench, drinking water, a temporary switch-out, he would send you a deeply dissatisfied glance. You didn't justify it with a reaction. He was being bratty.

Though you were a prude, anti-PDA personality in public, especially around the team-- you were the one to push him back onto the mattress and throw his shirt across the room, once you were back at his place.

"Fuck--mnh!"

That pretty sigh was all he could get out before you were on top of him.

"Start talking," You muttered. Your shirt was off in seconds.

His breathing grew heavy, eyes black with lust at the sight of your pretty skin, his favorite bra he clocked earlier under your shirt- the whole reason his mind got to spinning.

Suna was kept this irritating, calculating, slithery persona up around his friends, and especially during matches, because he learned that it kept him safe. He didn't always like being so on edge. He wanted to trust somebody enough to tell them everything that passed through his mind, to be skin-to-skin and a little weird, because you were comfortable and safe.

Here, under you, after enough love and time, he knew he didn't need to waste energy on appearances.

"I- ah-h, I just wanted you so bad," Was his honest attempt at an explanation.

He sat up to touch you, kiss you, but you kept him to the sheets with a forearm.

"Are you trying to get me kicked out?"

Suna huffed, eyes bouncing from your face, to your confined tits, then back, "What?""

Your legs slid a bit further apart, weight settling better onto his warm lap, "If Coach finds out we're dating, you know I'm gone."

You snapped, just for emphasis, but he flinched, "Like that. In an instant."

He was painfully hard. You could feel him throbbing, even through his combo of athletic shorts and thick sweatpants. Despite the circumstances, you knew he was keen enough to understand that you were a little pissed off about his lack of restraint.

He was in that spot you liked seeing him work through. Struggling, deciding whether to be nice, or snarky.

"You're smarter than that, baby," Was much kinder of a statement in tone, but it tipped him off to be rude, instead.

Those narrowed eyes dripped down to your chest slow, sweet, like honey.

"Why'd you wear that, then?" He felt you stiffen. He placed a hot palm onto your hip to help his well-intentioned venom settle.

You couldn't believe that was his entire problem, summed up in five words.

"Are you really so dirty-minded that you could tell what bra I was wearing? Under my shirt?"

The call-out was meant to return his energy, but he responded in a more secure way than you.

"When it's you, yeah--," He sat up with ease, against your pushing, just to remind you that he could outclass your force if he wanted to. He caught your small frown and he corrected himself, "Yes, ma'am."

You gave a small hum, a low-lidded stare right back at him. He was so hot when he deferred to you.

It warranted a strong, messy kiss- all charged with hours of denial, suggestive glances, and too many minutes of clothed rubbing.

All your clothes came off in a range of easy to difficult, distracted efforts.

Suna lay under you, all flushed and twitchy with anticipation. Your hands flitted down his sensitive, strong sides, his cock crammed between your legs, getting spoiled and slick. Not inside, not just yet.

You loved tickling him just to hear his laugh.

And he'd tolerate anything with you gliding over his dick, like that. Giving him such a good view.

"Shhh-haha-h-ahh!" He bit his lip to keep from giggling, moaning, too much or too loudly.

That look he gave you was enough. All twisted, pleading, intelligent. Like he knew exactly what he said and how he said it, would get you turned on.

His sound was adorable, rare.

It was unrestrained, and light, cute, enough to understand why he kept it behind his hand around his friends. Sounded exactly like something a bunch of guys might make fun of him for.

"Hmm.. Let's cuddle fuck," You pressed a tingly kiss just under his ear.

You knew he was feeling lazy. Your job today wasn't easy, either. You wanted to feel close at the end of a busy day, more than anything.

Suna was warm, and tired, and tacky to the touch but it all added to how badly you wanted each other. It was a demanding match, and getting all upset with each other made it feel that much longer.

Slick, and hot, and easy was the adjustment to him. Nothing to do with his real size- you were just ready, after having to put up an act, as if you were too above all of it.

The panting you had to listen to on the sidelines, watching him miss his mouth with the squeezy bottle, all the sweat and water dripping onto his jersey, it ate at you, corroded the brick walls you put up. Even his frustrated glare was sexy. He couldn't stop looking at you, even with an important task at hand, or when his teammates needed him to focus.

Now he fucked you like your mean -still, justified- rejection was never a problem, like he was savoring you slowly.

"Yes-yes, yesyes," Suna swallowed up your moans in a greedy kiss.

"Mmh- how's that feel--?" You purred.

"So good," A satisfied groan, "Fuck- Got such a perfect pussy."

His hand kept your thigh up, your knee close to your shoulder. He inspired a gasp at how quickly he bottomed out to your teasing.

He stretched you so good, so easily, and kept your trembling steady in his grasp-- but every sound he made was shaky, barely held together, and never masked.

After three months, Suna decided at some point on his own that he could trust you enough to completely let go in the bedroom. Though he naturally gravitated to a more submissive role, he usually said some downright sleazy, vulgar shit to get his kicks.

"A-ha, h-fuc-k, aughh, you feel so good, you--," His breath clipped into a high, closed-mouth whine as he pulled you harder onto the base of his cock, just flexing hard, as deep as he could get.

Your teeth sunk into his pillowcase, fingers filled with plush.

The knowledge that he loved it, but couldn't ever get as deep as he wanted, had your strength waning. Squeezing, bracing, at all the butterflies tired you out.

Although, if it were a competition, Suna had you beat by a mile. The drooling, whiny mess behind you may have had enough to strength to use his body weight to keep you smushed, but you could tell he was sloppier, clumsier, with exhaustion.

He buried his face in your neck.

"I-I'h- needed you so bad," His moan was so light and breathy- like he was swimming on Cloud 9-, "So-h, so... fucking...bad."

Your uncontrollable squirm to get away from the sensation was met with instant crushing. Even if you wanted your thigh back, it would never happen.

"Mh-h-! Rin-," You tried to speak, but he was hitting all your angles just right, so you stopped.

His words were twisting up that knot in your tummy, the trap of his arms a steady, innocent backdrop to how filthy he decided to fuck you.

Slurred mutters, consisting of mostly nonsense syllables and phrases, sometimes bred real messages like, "So hot," "Mommy," "So much," and, "'Can't take it."

His yapping, you thought, may have been a way of making up for how little he spoke, usually. You were generally much quieter than him here, but outside of the bedroom, the opposite remained true. It was cute.

"M'so- close-mh," His groans were short, choked on pleasure, his squeezing desperate and uneven.

The idea of him finishing close, hugging you, just like this, was too hot to let not happen.

You gathered yourself to tell him, "C-um-- Mh, inside, pretty boy."

"F-uck!" That tone completely tipped him over the edge.

Your grin was to yourself, twitchy and genuine, before the feeling of fullness set in.

He was left to fuck out his load as deep inside of you as he could get, "Fuckfu-ck- Ahh-hh-!"

Your nails dragged across his skin- the white hot, pulsing enough to spur a sudden orgasm. Dark lines remained in their wake as your muffled whines filled his ears.

And Suna was nothing if not dedicated. He fucked you as well as he could through your own, whinier, less violent experience. His breath, laden in the resolution of his own, was hot and tingly across your sensitive ear.

You squeezed his arm to stop and he finally let your leg down.

"Hm...sorry," He mumbled into a peck against your cheek, "You okay?"

Sore, and achy, you shared a giggly kiss. He softened naturally and you readjusted to hold each other, warm and soft, with chemical infatuation.

"Mhmm," You stole a longer, slower kiss.

Those pretty eyes watched you, worshipped you, as you rubbed your hand across his jaw.

"Perfect."

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[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT being fucked by Sukuna’s stomach tongue ♡.

He’ll beckon you over, feeling generous, and loosen your kimono to where you’re basically naked, hanging on by your obi. Sukuna grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, positioning you so that you straddled his waist. The mouth on his abdomen formed and opened with a sinister grin, its lips parting as if it were ready to devour you. The elongated tongue that emerged from it was slick and glistening, invitingly beckoning you closer.

��Go ahead," Sukuna rasped, his voice filled with dark desire. "Ride me, brat."

Hesitantly, you lowered yourself onto his mouth. Feeling the wet warmth of his waiting mouth against your most intimate parts. His tongue, long and sinuous, flicked out to taste you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The sensation was both invasive and exhilarating, the slickness of his tongue gliding against your folds, teasing your sensitive clit sending shivers down your spine and a weak cry left your lips.

Sukuna gave you a few seconds to stew in the feeling before his hands tightened their grip on your hips, and brought you down to fully sit on his mouth. His tongue curled and twisted inside you, hitting all the right spots, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Each thrust of your hips brought you closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building within you like a raging storm. Making your breath hitch and your body tremble with need. Sukuna uses his lips and tongue to worship your most sensitive areas, alternating between delicate licks and harder, rhythmic strokes. Sukuna's hands, warm and possessive, slide up your sides, his fingers digging slightly into your flesh. He keeps his touch firm, grounding you as you ride the waves of pleasure. His mouth and tongue work relentlessly, building the intensity of your pleasure with every passing second.

As he devours you with his sinful mouth, he keeps his eyes locked on yours, drinking in the sight of your ecstasy. He wants nothing more than to bring you to the peak of pleasure, to feel you quiver against his lips, and to drink in every drop of your sweet release. “God, you’re so…pathetic,” he bloviated, amused at your shameless display of eroticism. While you are in your own world of pleasure, Sukuna raised one arm from his top set and one from his lower set to cup your breasts that were bouncing enticingly in front of him. You didn’t think too much of it outside of the usual stimulation until you felt a wet and slimy feeling touch your breasts, and you realized that he was using the mouths on his hands to lick your boobs.

You mewled as his mouths began sucking and teasing your hardened nipples with his tongue. Lavishing attention to your sensitive peaks. Your body arches, your chest poking out to push deeper into his hands. It is intense. His tongue alternates between your cunt and your clit before focusing on the sensitive bundle of nerves, abusing it til you see stars. Your feedback is choppy, like your brain can’t comprehend how good his ministrations are making you feel. Only broken moans escape your lips and you shudder. “You love getting used like this, huh?” He remarked in a condescending tone, smirking because he knows you can’t even register what he’s saying. “Moaning like a bitch in heat, you must love getting used like a whore,” he continued.

The sounds of your moans reverberated through the grand hall and Sukuna loved how dumb you were acting. Taking the experience to a new level, he took his free hand from his lower set of arms to reach behind you and place a hand over your ass. He was slick, coming in slow and then when you least expected it, he opened the mouth on his hand and stuck his tongue in your asshole. Your eyes that were downcast and glazed over immediately shot open and you shrieked in surprise. That was the catalyst to your orgasm and you released all over his tongue, the slithery appendage lapped up every drop of your juices eagerly, not letting a single ounce go to waste. The taste of your climax on his tongue is like ambrosia, and he relishes in the way your body tenses and spasms against his mouth. And when your release was done, went back into your cunt to resume fucking you to your next orgasm. You quickly began to squirm in his hold and tried to move away from the hand that penetrated your puckered hole, but was held down by Sukuna’s imposing grip.

He grinned evilly at your reaction, “what? You’re telling me you’ve never had anything in this hole?” You shook your head frantically as tears began to well in your eyes, uncomfortable at the sensation of his tongue wriggling around in your asshole. “No… it’s dirty,” you sniffed, feeling shame creep up on you. “Well, I’m happy to be the first. You should be honored, I’m teaching you how to be a proper whore for your husband,” he mused. His tongue extended and curled deeper into you, pressing into sensitive spots you didn’t know you had. This all so knew to you and it came so suddenly, all you wanted to do was run away from this newfound pleasure. His words only served to embarrass you further and make you want to try harder to get away.

Sukuna narrowed his eyes in annoyance at your incessant squirming, smacking your ass with his only free hand. “Behave.” He commanded, his voice deep and domineering, sending a fearful shiver of dread down your stomach. His command making you still immediately. But as you still, all the pleasure comes at you, receiving stimulation from the tongue in your cunt, the mouths on your nipples, and now the tongue in your asshole. Being confronted with all these different types of oral stimulants, you cum quick and without warning. You feel the pleasure burn through your tummy and legs. You cry out, unable to control your voice or your shuttering, digging your nails into his chest and leaving long red scratches. Sukuna could heal those easily, but he wants to leave them there to heal on their own, so he can parade them around like a trophy. He revels in the way you lose control, in the way you let the pleasure consume you, and he wants to have those moments etched into his skin.

And while he appreciates your sounds of ecstasy, you’re beginning to get a little too loud for him. Taking his last free hand, he places it over your mouth, the mouth on his palm eagerly latched onto you, its tongue exploring your mouth with an animalistic hunger. As Sukuna's tongue expertly danced with yours, his other two hands removed themselves from your breasts and found their way to your hips, his grip possessive and demanding. He pulled you off his stomach mouth and moved you lower, the bulge in his robes pressing against your thigh, a clear indication of his own undeniable desire from seeing you come undone. Sukuna took his hand away and broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he pulled away, a wicked grin etched on his face. He had only begun to savor the taste of your submission, and he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

"Now, my little whore," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with an intoxicating mix of sadism and lust. "Let's see how long you can handle my insatiable hunger. I didn’t prepare your tight little holes for nothing."

[umbratticalksp]

Oh baby's Daddy..!!! What a slinky, delightful interpretation~! I love Tumblr for all the art it coverts. We are blessed with unspeakable talent, and I am blessed with my love for spunky, subversive green men. 😍💚🗡️🥰💖💗💕🙏🙏🙏

Have you ever drawn Ace?

ACTUALLY I HAVE NOT!! so let’s fix this real quick, shall we?

there he goes :-)

[eccentricallygothic]

| Denial |

Description: Jack pretends to be an old fashioned vanilla. Jack swears he only does the ‘adventurous’ for you. Jack is a natural in denial. 

Pairing: Jack Reacher | You. 

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Jack Reacher. This story contains mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact. 

Warning(s): Size kink, age gap, Daddy kink, m!Dom, f!sub, handcuffing, doggy style, extreme p-in-v, smut without plot, hair pulling, minor dacryphilia.  

Word Count: 600.

Note: Based off of the show because I haven't had the pleasure of reading the books yet. Feedback is always appreciated <3  

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“Mmnng!” Your eyes are clenched shut as you whimper into the pillow that you're facing. The handcuffs feel clammy and restrictive against your sweaty skin. You're so hot. He is so warm, his huge body draped over your back and the hard dents and bumps of his muscles digging into your tender skin. “Daddy!” A vein in your nether regions twitches and you cannot help but arch your back. 

Jack -yes, you are the only exception to the rule- groans at the name and a vein of his humongous cock thumps against your slithery velvet walls that tightly clasp the organ within them. It's a signal. He liked it.

Not that he would ever admit it.

You feel one of his calloused hands reach for your breasts before your lover manhandles your chest, the combination of the bittersweet pain of your nipples twirling around his rough fingertips along with the relentless snapping of his strong hips that can do this all night causing you to suffocate his girth with the band of your opening. 

“Just like that, pretty girl” his voice is low and gentle yet a tinge of danger lines its edges. His fingers release your nubs to wrap around the locks of your hair before he jerks your head back and closer to his mouth, other hand firmly curled around the handle that the curve of your hip and thigh has created as a result of your primal position. “You're doing so good for Daddy” the sound of your skins colliding against one another's is vile and loud in its bouncing off the walls. “Keep at it and he will give you what you need” he is so far up your pussy you can nearly feel him in your stomach. 

You bite back a curse when his cock glides past your pelvic bone in that one particular way and invades your tight walls that stubbornly retreat each time he thrusts outwards, pushing the stiff apex of his cock all the way up to the confine of your cervix, the collision of his thick, leaking tip with that of the opening of your womb causing your vision to fill with neon shapes. 

“Who does this dirty little needy pussy belong to?” Your curved out form trembles and rocks back and forth from the rough fucking. The state of your boobs is not much different and his hold on you is so dominant and yet comforting. 

“You, Daddy!” You cry out from the overwhelming pleasure. He's everywhere and you feel yourself drowning in the ocean of his being. “Only you!”

His hand leaves your hair and his face is resting on one of your shoulders within the next second. “That's right, honey” the way he pants is so hot. The manner in which you can feel him struggle with his strength against you causes for more hot arousal to go leaking down his already lubed up dick. Because he knows you won't be able to handle his complete strength without utterly destroying yourself. It's dangerous. And yet enticing. “You're all mine” your eyes close once more as your mouth falls open. His fingers have slipped between your legs and above where your sexes meet. “Daddy’s needy little cockslut.” Fuck.

He could pretend that he was an old fashioned guy who only indulged in the more adventurous domains of intimacy for you, his hot-blooded young lover, all he wanted. Because it was moments like these that proved that he was a natural regardless. 

A natural in denial. 

[noemilivv]

I love your writing! Can we get Hazbin cast hcs of a tickle fight with their S/o? If not, just Vox and Sir Pentious is great as well 😊

hello!! there’s a lot of characters in the hazbin cast that i’m unsure of their responses to a tickle fight, so i only did a few, hope that’s okay!!

ALSO YESSS MY FIRST PENTIOUS REQUEST AFTER OVER 200 POSTS 😭😭

Including: Charlie, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Vox

Warnings: Mentions of Sex (No Smut)

Charlie

Charlie has a silly side, no doubt, with or without her partners presence. But that silly side definitely comes out more often when your around.

While rough housing in bed, Charlie brushes over a spot on your bare leg, causing you to let out a giggle. She lets an out an excited gasp. “Are you ticklish?”

Before you can respond, your girlfriend immediately goes to test this theory, waving her fingers across your sides as you both let out endless fits of laughter.

“Char!-” You let out, almost unable to breath, “Stop stop stop!!” You manage through giggles,

“What’s the magic word?” Your girlfriend asks, giggling as well, “Please?” You guess your breath getting shorter, “IT WAS RAINBOWS!!”

It’s safe to say after this encounter, tickle fights became a lot more frequent, to your dismay :’)

Angel Dust

Your boyfriend, mostly thanks to his spider-like features, is extremely ticklish on his sides, and the discovery of that was, well, quite a ride literally

You laid down on top of your boyfriend, his hands playing with your hair, as your arms hugged around his sides.

Eventually, your hands found his sides and just started brushing through them, as your boyfriend tried to hold back his giggles.

Immediately, your head shoots up, “Ange? Are you ticklish…?”

“Pfff, no.” He says, brushing off the topic, although you choose to ignore it. “Okay.”

You kept rubbing your hands up and down his sides and eventually his giggles got more and more noticeable, you took this opportunity and a small tickle fight turned into an all-night sesh of even bigger ‘tickle fights’…

Sir Pentious

Tickle Fights weren’t even something that crossed his mind, but boy, he enjoys them!!

Even if it was a total accidental one XD

You stood in front of the mirror in your shared hotel room with Pentious, admiring your new PJ set, as unbeknownst to you, your slithery boyfriend came up to you, putting his hand inside you shirt, resting them on your waist. “Pen, that tickles!” You giggled.

Your boyfriend looked at you, confused, “What? This?” He asked, running his claws on your sides. “Pfff!- Yes!”

After that, tickle fights became real tickle fights, but the first few times he would be too scared of offending or hurting you xD

Vox

Due to the wiring and outlets at the back off Vox’s head, he’s very ticklish, and boy, do you love it XD

Your boyfriend’s screen laid comfortably against your chest, your hands trickling against the back of his screen, muffled noises came from your boyfriend, was he crying?

“Vox, are you okay?” You ask, at first, concerned. “That’s where my wires are, it’s sensitive back there.” He answered, face still deep into the realm of your warm chest.

“Like, sensitive how?” You ask, curiosity spiking within you, “Like ticklish, sensitive.” You smirk at that.

“Oh? Like this?” You ask innocently, running your fingers down the back of your boyfriends screen, as he erupted into a fight of giggles, “Fuck you!” He said, jokingly, even though it’ll probably happen later…

[writing-whump]

Routinely nauseous

After some time a proper emeto no-plot fic. Isaiah is sick with Matt caretaker.

Isaiah let go of the rim of the toilet only with great difficulty, his fingers curled up around the cold porcelain like claws.

Matthew eased his away from it though and Isaiah promptly collapsed on the floor on fresh folded towel waiting for him on top of the carpet.

Matthew sat cross-legged next to him like they were having some kind of weird pyjama party. He moved with such ease, like he had done this a million times. And Isaiah supposed he had.

"Is this from exhaustion? I knew you were taking on too much-"

Isaiah coughed and curled up around his aching stomach. "Nonsense. There is plenty of other stuff to choose from." He muffled a burp against the towel under his cheek. "Skipped a meal in the morning, dozed off after lunch in the study room and don't forget the weather is changing..."

Matthew gave him an unhappy pat on the arm. Isaiah squeezed his eyes shut against a new wave of nausea. They were rolling through him since midday, the effect of the heart medication worsened by not eating.

He had been doing pretty fine the last month. Almost a proper schedule, law studies, wolf meets and random patrols, training Rip, talking normally with both Matt and Sel...he wanted to appreciate small mercies of being back in shape, except apparently he couldn't.

"It always come back for some incredibly mundane stupid reason..." Isaiah grumbled under his breath, somewhere between resignation and frustrated anger.

His stomach let out a long whine that caused him to wince, gulping the excessive saliva pooling in his mouth. Which was weird, because his tongue tasted dry and horrible, like he was eating clay.

"You are holding up really well, Zaya. It's fine." Matt rubbed his arm in a soothing way that was just underlining to Isaiah how abnormal it all was.

"Just awesome," Isaiah said sarcastically. "Went almost a month without puking. New record."

"Nobody else even noticed. They all seemed to have forgotten, in fact." Matt said it with a grunt, like he expected better of Hector and Arnie.

Isaiah was glad everything was normal on that front though. He spend the weekend with them touring whatever hills there were around Vienna to tour. They treated him fairly, no concerns, no special considerations.

He was immensely glad nothing about his condition reminded them of it. Even if Arnie watched him like a hawk and Hector tried to kinda of leave the topic hanging open in the air, they didn't actually dare to address it, so he was doing well enough.

Except this stupid Monday morning. He got used to the nauseous effects of the meds, but whenever anything in his routine changed—he ate too quickly, skipped a meal or it was too salty or heavy or foreign or his sleep got messed up just a little—his chest would get heavy, which usually led to his digestion process completely stopping.

His stomach was sore, bloated and hard to the touch, currently twisting the remnants of his lunch into confetti he didn't have much hope to hold down either.

Isaiah rubbed at it with distate. Not to mention the tiredness that came with it, he could barely lift his head.

Another angry ripple went through him, echoing with embarrassing loudness through the bathroom.

The slithery disgusting feeling was back around his teeth and he curled his fingers, hiding his face against the towel with a groan.

"Zaya? How is it going down there?"

"God, don't ask."

Matthew sighed. "Come on, up with you. You will feel better once you puke it up."

"Nothing about puking makes me feel better," Isaiah complained, but let Matt slid his hands under his back and prop him up against the toilet.

He was aware he was rather whiny today, but the constant worried frustration with the state of his body that wasn't coming back together like it was, that reacted differently, that disappointed him when it used to hold him up...

He braced himself against the toilet rim, letting some drool hang from his lips. What a sight he must have made.

The next ripple was downright painful, gnawing and he hang his head as a bubble of air forced its way up. He gagged emptily, a shiver running up his spine.

"Are you cold?" Matt rubbed his back with one hand while holding him up by the shoulder with the other.

"Just nauseous. Getting bad again," Isaiah said through gritted teeth, shutting his eyes. The wave started in the pit of his stomach and slithered through him with a powerful cramp.

He heaved with the force, gagging as a few mouthfuls of spit surged out. So much trouble for such meager results.

But the nausea was still rising, so it wasn't the end for sure.

Isaiah shivered again, gagging emptily at the wavy sensation, wrapping a hand around his stomach where it cramped up the most. His heartbeat was in his ears again, chest heavy and he had that shaky feeling in his hands.

"Shhhh. Almost over. Just get the rest up and you will get a break."

"You know something I don't?" Isaiah mouthed, spitting up but he couldn't seem to force the next wave to come. Or end. Or just move. This stuck in state was horrible.

Matthew shuffled behind him so he could wrap an arm around his chest. His hand landed in the middle of Isaiah's back, tense and ready. "On three, okay? One. Two. Three."

He gave Isaiah's back a strong decisive pat and it seemed to be the spike needed.

Isaiah heaved, whole body rolling as a thick wave of vomit came out. Another and another, leaving him breathless and dizzy from the force, having to brace himself against the rim with both hands to keep his balance.

It felt beyond humiliating to be heaving and gagging in Matthew's hold like that, but when it temprered off, he sagged against the red wolf's chest like a ragdoll.

"There you go. Good job. It will get only better now."

Isaiah let him ease him against his lap, content to curl up against Matthew's tight. He was shivering, so Matt grabbed another towel to throw over him like a blanket.

"I'm so tired of this," Isaiah said, downright pitiful and pitying himself, which he hated but had no strength to fight at the moment.

Matt said nothing, cradling his head in his lap. He took the edge of the blanket-towel and mopped at Isaiah's sweaty forehead, freeing the bangs plastered against the skin.

Isaiah sighed, the most content sound of the evening and let the gravity pull his control and tension apart. Completely boneless in Matthew's grip, relieved as the nausea finally eased.

[umbratticalksp]

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THE GANGREEN GANG. requested by @catlokis-blog

[lucysstoryworld]

The Veil Whisperer | Azriel x Reader (3)

Summary: The Veil Whisperer settles into the Night Court and attends a dinner with the inner circle.

Themes: Love/hate relationship, enemies to lovers kinda.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, MDNI. Let me know if I missed any.

Part One | Part Two

Masterlist

Words: 6,659

"What are you doing?" The Shadowsinger asked. Not more than a moment ago, one of his slithery friends watched... well you weren't sure if they had eyes. Regardless, one of the swirling shadows observed you pull a herb bundle from your bag, light it off a nearby candle and begin to singe the ends of it. It did not wait for any further action before it slinked away. Its master followed no more than thirty seconds later, standing before you with impatient scepticism rippling off him in waves.

Your head rolled around your shoulder, watching him for a moment with the bundle still smouldering in your hands. It baffled you, really. How males like him, who had cut through the lives of his enemies as though they were a shortcut could be so easily shaken. Though people were often fearful of that which they could not understand. Azriel stood, arms crossed with a face stone cold. "What are you so afraid of, Spymaster?" You asked with a gentle purr. One that you knew would set his teeth on edge.

Your smirk widened into a grin when his jaw feathered just the slightest bit. Satisfied with your desired effect, you blew on your herb bundle. The simmering glowed brighter and brighter and smoke began to billow from it. The various aromas of sage, basil, rosemary and more brought a certain comfort to you. It had been a long time since you last left home for a job. A few decades at least. "I'm not afraid of you."

"You may not be afraid of me," You began, the smile on your face becoming less and less forced, "But you are afraid of what I can do, Azriel," You purred his name.

Azriel did not reply. Instead, he stalked further into the room. His shadows spread around the room, weaving and slithering in and around your belongings. You said nothing either, allowing his nerves to be quelled by your oh-so threatening cosy pyjamas. They lingered in your packed bag, rooting through every pocket. One zipped back to its master, bobbing around his ear. "What is that?" Azriel asked as he pulled a wrapped object from your bag, wariness thickening in the room.

The invasiveness began to grate on your nerves. You more than understood his need to make sure you weren't going to attempt to collapse his brother's court, but you thought you deserved more credit than hiding your plans in your bag next to your fuzzy socks. "It's nothing important," You spoke carefully. The need to snatch the object from him made your fingers twitch.

Azriel's eyes remained fixed on your hands. Quite the remarkable observer he was. "Doesn't seem that way." Those eyes darted to your own. You held your own. Though, you noted the amber brilliance shining back. They looked like the sun rising on a summer morning, a hot whiskey on a solstice eve. His eyes bore an intensity you hadn't felt before. It was thoughtful and warm, yet edged with a fierce need to protect.

"Unravel it then," You warned with mock seriousness, using the goading to pull yourself back from the trance this male's stare just had you in. You watched as he delicately began to unwrap the cloth.

"Careful!" You shouted.

Azriel's hands froze, and his head shot up to look at you. The Spymaster was met with your smug face, holding back laughter as you beheld his face. His face instantly twisted into a scowl and it broke your resolve. With your giggles providing an annoying addition to Azriel's sour mood, he uncovered the mystery object in his hand. However, his confusion remained unresolved when a child's toy stared back at him. The Shadowsinger looked at you again, waiting for an explanation as to why you would possibly be carrying a child's toy.

Your chuckles died down to nothing and you allowed yourself to stare at Azriel with a look that would remind him that he was in front of the Veil Whisperer, not some low level spy or rat he found in his court. A look that would remind him that if you truly wished to crush the Night Court, his snooping around your belongings would do little to stop you. When the point was made, you held out your hand for the toy. This time, Azriel did not argue. He just placed your belonging back into your hand and made a start towards the door. He stopped at the entrance. Facing away from you, he said "Rhysand and Feyre have invited you to dinner this evening to formally introduce themselves and our court to you. Please be ready to leave at sundown, I will escort you there." And he left.

***

A slightly satisfied huff made its way from your mouth as your temporary lodgings felt like your own. Your trinkets littered every bit of shelf space. Crystals and books on some, jewels and items previous customers had retrieved for you on others. A stick of incense was smouldering close to its end, and it was the finishing touch to making the room more you than it was Night Court. A set of footsteps neared your room, of which you were unfamiliar with. They were too heavy to be that of your shadowy stalker and his counterparts, but the stride was no less confident. Deliberate, letting you know that they were coming. And an aura that seemed to be seeping from them from all angles. Old, but new to this world. Grave, yet used for good. Your lips began to curl, this being's power causing the hairs to raise on your arm. It had been a long time since another's power had caused a spike of fear to zip through you.

Like a cold breeze on an autumn morning, the kind that cut into you, Lady Death stood at your door. You had heard whispers of the Made Archeron sisters, about how the High Lady contained a sliver of power bestowed unto her by each of the High Lords and whose true potential had yet to be witnessed. Then, her two elder sisters. Elain, the sweet one from what you had been told, was gifted the Sight by the Cauldron because she was just so lovely. But this female, she sent shivers down your spine. Nesta Archeron who took her power from the Cauldron. A power of pure death. Power that many thirsted for. Yet, she gave it back in return for the birth of her nephew and the life of her sibling. A strong female; to not only take power but to relinquish it.

"How can I help you, Nesta Archeron?" You asked with a slight dip of your chin.

Her stare weighed on you. Nesta's eyes scanned you slowly. They stopped in some areas, and shot away from others... particularly at the tattoos that littered your face. You stared right back, your eyes not leaving hers. You could understand why this female made other fae piss their pants.

"I just wanted to see what the fuss was about." Nesta's voice was as smooth as the finest silk in the lands, yet edged with razors.

"Is that so," You replied with a ghost of a smile on your lips. While her voice was calm and smooth, you could tell there was more to this visit than she was going to let on.

Her lips tightened and she raised her chin, those piercing eyes hardened with wariness. "Well I assumed that the female who had my brother-in-law shaking in his boots would be more... impressive."

A haunting grin spread across your face and you couldn't help the cackle that left you. Both at the revelation that you truly did scare the most powerful high lord in history and that Nesta Archeron was as infamous as you had heard. "And here I was thinking that you, Nesta Archeron, would be more... boring." You did not miss the slight shock on her face. "But do not underestimate me. I have been around longer than you and I understand your power more than you do. It would be wise to do yourself the favour of remaining in my good graces."

The staring contest that ensued was palpable. Both of you scrutinised the other, allowing your intuition to guide your opinion. That power danced behind her eyes was cold, yet beautiful. For reasons you weren't sure of, you allowed your own power to snake to the surface. It warmed your eye sockets, sent tingles down your fingertips. It wasn't often you let your true nature loose, especially not in a childish, animalistic show of dominance. If you had witnessed other fae do this, you'd roll your eyes and spit on their names. Yet, here you were standing off with Lady Death herself. And for a moment, no more than a fraction of a second, she faltered. Her chest fluttered the slightest bit and you knew your point had been made. You forced your power back behind its wall and dipped your chin to Nesta. Even though you triumphed in your juvenile staring contest, you respected her will to stand up against the flicker of fear.

"Will you-" She stopped herself. Nesta looked as though she was having a mental debate. With a sigh, she squared her shoulders and looked upon you once again. "Will you teach me about my power? Amren and I have been working on it but Bryce... she uh..."

"Who's Bryce?" You asked coyly.

"I'm not sure I am permitted to tell you... and I am on fairly thin ice lately." You could tell that her pride was bruised from the way she spoke.

"Ah the World Walker," You mused and this time Nesta did not hide her shock. "I knew about the World Walker the moment she tore into our reality... I knew nothing good would come of it. It is what has resulted is my being here, as I'm sure you know by now." You gestured for Nesta to come in and sit. She weighed on it for a moment, stopping herself for a moment before deciding to comply. With all the grace in the world, she sat and rested her hands in her lap. "Did you have much interaction with this Bryce?" Although the thoughts of a World Walker being anywhere near you set your nerves alight, you also couldn't help the curiosity that gnawed at the back of your mind.

"Some," Nesta stated, with a ghost of a smile curling her lips. "She is an interesting female."

"I'm sure she is. But her visit has left you troubled. Personally." Nesta would have to get used to you cutting right to the point.

"Yes." Nesta answered. "I think you will be able to help me. I asked Rhysand about requesting your help with it while you were here and he told me not to due to... your usually strange and taxing demands in exchange for your services. So I would like to get an idea of what this would cost me."

A humoured breath pushed through your nose. "Your High Lord knows me well."

"He's not my High Lord," Nesta snapped.

"Regardless," You rolled your eyes. "He knows me well. But for something such as this... I cannot put a cost on it. You will either agree to this and I will work with you or you can go and try figure it out on your own."

Nesta breathed a long sigh, frustration rippling off her in waves. "But you won't ask me to retrieve a plant from the Bog of Oorid that will cause me to feel like death warmed up?"

"If I think it will help you discover more of your power then I just might," You warned with a devilish grin. "But I will ask for nothing that will benefit me. It will not be easy, Nesta Archeron, at times you will question why you even came to me in the first place."

The eldest sister's lips tightened. "Why won't you charge me?"

"You are the first high fae to ever come to me for help discovering their power. I have seen a variety of beings over my time, and high fae have been the most arrogant by far. They come to me with their judgments and demands that they think will progress their position or give them an edge against their enemies. But you are the first one to come to me asking for genuine help. Innocent. I respect that." The pride that you saw reflected in her gaze made your smile turn kinder. Nesta nodded. "And in my culture, it is back luck to deny a request such of this. It was the first thing my mother taught me about our way of life. But my transaction with Rhysand must take precedence. I will make time for you where I can. Be prepared, Lady Death."

Nesta rose and smoothed her hands over her dress. "Please do not say anything to the High Lord and Lady about this... or any of them for that matter. This is something I wish to do for myself and I will tell them in my own time."

"No one will hear it from me."

With that, Nesta made for the door. You watched as she neared the door. She paused at the door, the same place she had when she first sought you out. "Thank you, Veil Whisperer." And then she was gone.

***

Azriel rubbed his face, in the comfort of his room. A few days had passed since he returned from his mission... and yet it felt like he was still on the mission. The nap he had taken the day of his return had been the only bit of meaningful rest he'd gotten, and it had only been a couple hours at best. Whenever he closed his eyes, the stress of that thing being loose ran marathons in his head along with the presence of her keeping pace with it. Work and home had never been the same thing before for Azriel. This had always been a place of rest, a place where he could put his job and all its nasty details into that shadowed part of his brain and he didn't have to think about it. Now, Azriel felt as though he was working double time. The constant need to send his shadows to check on the Veil Whisperer and her actions was a fulltime job itself. This was going to be a long mission, and the adjustment after it would be hard.

The way that female grinned at him like he was a fool set his teeth on edge. Azriel couldn't get that cocky look from his head, the way the lines tattooed on her face curved and bent when she bore that sharp toothy smile. It was a smile that was cruel, yet full of amusement and the image of it would be burned into his memory forever. Azriel felt his frustration begin to rise at the thought of how she spoke too. The Veil Whisperer had a melodic voice, smooth and sure but the words that held that sound made Azriel want pull his hair out. He found himself replaying her snide remarks in his head over and over, each time he wanted to clap back with his own petty comment. Though, even his imaginative version of her managed to out-word him. Gods, he really hated her. Not only for performing her... ritual on him and his brothers but also for the lack of respect since. Azriel thought he might be able to cope when she came to the border -- any idiot could have seen how stressed she was. But no, the Veil Whisperer quickly settled back into her asshole persona.

Two short, gentle knocks sounded on his door. Azriel didn't have to ask who it was, not with his shadows whispering the name of his visitor. Azriel approached his door, pulling it open and the sweet scent of fresh soil and flowers filled his nose. "Hello, Elain. What are you doing here? Did you take the stairs?"

Elain smiled bashfully and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Hello, Azriel. No, I didn't. Cassian flew me up earlier, I have been tending to the gardens and thought I would come to see you while I was here." Elain's voice was like music to his ear, so soft and words so kind. It was a needed change from what he had been dealing with.

The winged spymaster gestured for Elain to enter and a shadow pulled a chair out for her by his window. "Thank you." Elain settled herself into the seat and smoothed her hands over her skirts. Azriel watched as she gazed out his window and it sent a painful reminder of how she was when her and Nesta were first Made. He truly hoped she never fell back into that woe again in her now very long lifetime. "I suppose I really wished to come and tell you that I'm sorry."

"Why would you want to say sorry?" Azriel asked.

"Well I feel as though I might have overstepped the other evening at dinner. I did not intend to push you, I just worry about you." Elain's cheeks dusted with rose the more she spoke, and she could not meet his eyes. She raised her head and smiled meekly, pulling something from her pocket, "So I brought you a peace offering. It's a salve to help with stress. I used some of the herbs I've been learning to grow to make it."

Azriel's heart thumped painfully in his chest when Elain raise the small tub of salve. He stared at it for a moment, feeling both an overwhelming sense of adoration but also sadness. "You did not overstep," Azriel began and took the salve from her hand. He then took her wrist and twisted her hand and raised it to his lips. The Shadowsinger kissed her gently, trying to pour all his gratitude into the action. Elain's cheeks were blood red by the time the action was complete. "And you do not have to apologise. I apologise for being dismissive. I would hate to offload my troubles onto you, Elain. You do not deserve to hear the horrors that entails my line of work."

The middle sister smiled, looking as though she was going to protest but remained quiet. Instead she rose from her seat and took the tub from Azriel. Gingerly, Elain unscrewed the lid and looked at Azriel for permission. Azriel felt like a lovesick teen with the way his breath seemed caught in his lungs. He nodded slightly, and he felt blood rush to his own cheeks when Elain coated the creamy balm on her fingers. The sight of the pair of them would be enough to make Cassian gag if he were present. Azriel felt all thoughts fall away from him when Elain massaged the product into his temples. Her touch was soft, the motion gentle. The breath that seemed to be screaming in Azriel's lungs released slowly, and it seemed to melt away the tension in his wings, back, neck and everywhere that Azriel didn't even know was tight. Elain's soft breaths were shaking, her cheeks redder than they had ever been. It was such an innocent moment, yet it was the most intimate experience Azriel felt like he'd ever had.

"Is this okay?" Elain whispered, her doe eyes staring into his with such... trust.

Azriel closed his hands around Elain's, as though she was a feather, and he held her there. He wished he could keep this moment paused forever. Rhysand's previous warnings were nowhere in his mind, not with how sweet this all felt. It was like taking that first inhale of fresh air after being inside for hours or the smell of fresh rain. It was such a natural feeling, it felt right. Azriel leaned in slowly, his nose brushing against her nose. It was his turn to ask "Is this okay?"

Azriel couldn't help the way his heart dropped when Elain took a minuscule step back. Despite her rosy cheeks and wide pupils, she stepped back. "I..." She began and looked down apologetically. She pulled her hands away and linked them together in front of her. "I like you Az, I do but..." She looked away.

"It's okay, Elain. You do not have to explain yourself." Azriel smiled with as much reassurance he could muster despite his heart feeling like lead that was sinking to the pit of his stomach.

"No, you don't get it," Elain almost snapped. "I wish I could just do this with you, that I could enjoy this feeling with you without worrying about what people might do or think!"

"What Lucien might do." Azriel stated blandly. If it had been appropriate and he was a lesser male, he would have rolled his eyes and whisper a curse to the heavens about how much he wanted to kick that redhead in the ass... but he was not a lesser male. Azriel could understand the predicament Elain was in.

"Not just Lucien... though I have been reading up on the uh... mating bond," Elain said uncomfortably, "and I worry that he might do something brash so I'm trying to find my footing. But also Feyre and Rhysand. I know Rhysand warned you, Feyre warned me also. She warned me that I'm not ready. At first I was so angry with her, angry because who does she think she is to be making these decisions for me. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised she's right." Azriel remained quiet. "In a very short space of time I went from a betrothed human, to a High Fae female who has a mate. And while that mate did his best to get to know me, all I wanted was my human fiance... and now there's this!" Elain exclaimed gesturing frantically between herself and the Illyrian warrior who felt little more than a boy in that moment. Elain ran her fingers through her hair. "It's lovely, it truly is but-"

"But it's too fast and you need space," Azriel finished.

"It's too fast and I need space," Elain echoed and released a long sigh. "I'm sorry. I just-"

"Stop right there," Azriel interrupted. Elain frowned. "You do not need to apologise for anything. I understand. We can take a step back and you can take as much space as you need to figure everything out." The look of relief on Elain's face made Azriel's heart hurt. "I can wait for you." He added softly, and caressed her cheek. Elain nodded once, and smiled once again. It made Azriel weak in the knees.

"I don't know how long it will take... or if I will even choose anyone," Elain warned.

"That's fine. I will wait until you tell me to either stop or you decide that you want me too." Azriel said. He pined after Mor for so long. He could manage this.

***

Elain had left hours ago and Azriel had ruminated over his exchange with her over and over again since. He wished that, for once, something in his love life could go smoothly. Just once. He thought it was happening when she brought him that salve. The way she had massaged his temples... it felt so right. Felt like they had been together for years. And like always, the moment was ruined just as quick as it started. He ruined it just as quick as it started. Azriel cursed himself for trying to kiss her again, his mind ran circles around itself wondering if that conversation would have happened if he didn't jump the gun.

Whatever, he thought to himself. Azriel looked at the time. He actually rolled his eyes this time when he saw that it was time for dinner. Time to go get you and bring you to the family dinner. It felt like a violation to have the Veil Whisperer of all people joining something that Azriel held dear to his heart. Yet another part of his personal life tarnished by this chore you were becoming. Azriel left his bedroom and tracked his way to the guestroom. Though, he could smell whatever you were burning from down the hall. It was pleasant, he hated to admit. Azriel knocked on the door twice, not wanting to barge in and uncover another ritual you could be performing.

You opened the door, smirking widely at him. "Good evening, Azriel." You purred and leaned your head against the door. It took effort for Azriel to not react. He wished he could wipe that smirk off your face.

"Good evening," He replied stiffly. "Are you ready to go?"

You opened the door wider and Azriel was surprised to see that you dressed... pleasantly. He didn't know what he was expecting, but the fabrics layered on top of each other to create a two piece top and trousers definitely wasn't what he had in mind. A necklace with some inscriptions that he couldn't understand sat delicately on your chest. Azriel turned on his heel and began to walk, not even checking that you were following. Your soft footsteps padding close behind him were enough regardless. Azriel did not speak nor did he make any other sound until he reached the balcony.

"We will fly down." Azriel stated and offered nothing else.

"You sure you don't want to winnow us down, Spymaster? You look like you're going to shit yourself." Azriel's jaw tensed at your snotty words.

"You're not worth the effort." Azriel did not wish to explain himself to you. He hadn't flown much since he arrived home and he wanted to stretch his wings... carrying you was a necessary evil for that.

"Ouch," You said flatly, though Azriel could almost taste the sarcasm dripping from your tone. Instead of getting into a word battle with you, he merely opened his arms. He stared straight ahead as you stepped into him. Azriel lifted with ease and flapped his wings widely. In moments, he was airborne.

You looked out over the city initially, but as Azriel climbed you turned your head and looked at this face instead. He made a point of not looking at you. Yet when your hand came up and grabbed his shirt tightly, it was his turn to have a cocky grin. "The wise, old, scary Veil Whisperer is afraid of flying is she?"

You frowned deeply and your heart was beating so fast that Azriel could hear it over the wind. "I'm not that old and I'm not afraid."

A yelp-gasp type of noise escaped your lips when Azriel suddenly dropped a few feet. He was sure his shirt would rip from your grip at any moment yet he laughed at your fear. "That was not funny!" You growled breathlessly. The Shadowinger held his own razor sharp grin as the townhouse came into view. If you were going to be a miserable pain in his ass, he would do the same to you.

Azriel landed on the balcony at the townhouse and set you down. He watched as your legs wobbled a bit, not enough for someone other than the Night Court Spymaster to see but in your case... Azriel began walking as soon as you were out of his arms. Once again, he did not wait to see if you were following. He strode straight for the balcony doors. Azriel smirked once again once he heard your hurried footsteps behind him. In the short walk to the dining room, Azriel heard you take a few deep breaths.

Rounding the corner into the room, Azriel watched as everyone was already there and stood from their seats and your arrival. His eyes scanned the room and everyone's faces held a different look. Mor looked curious, tilting her head to try see the female behind him. Amren look as though she couldn't care less, as per usual. Elain looked visibly nervous and didn't look into his eyes.

"Good to see you, brother," Cassian said and pulled Azriel into a hug. The General looked into your eyes over his brother's shoulder. He slid away from Azriel and stood before you. "And uh, it is a pleasure to see you again." Cassian extended his hand to you.

You took the General's hand and shook it firmly. "It is good to see you too, General. Have you recovered from our last encounter?" You asked slyly.

Cassian, to your surprise, smiled like a cocky teenager. "I am doing just fine, thank you." Nesta came up to his side and made her greetings to which you played along with. She was clearly serious about her wish to keep your little pact a secret.

Everyone took their turn introducing themselves to you, each different from the last. Finally, the middle Made sister was before you. "I'm Elain, it is nice to meet you." Elain bowed her head slightly towards you. Well, you could understand why the Cauldron liked her so much just from her looks alone.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Elain." The middle sister looked surprised at your simple response. To be honest, she looked like she was afraid you would bite her. Her lips twitched into a small smile as she dipped her head again and retreated back to her seat.

"Thank you for inviting me to this meal," You addressed the High Lord and Lady. Feyre gestured to the empty seat between herself and Azriel who had since seated himself with Elain on his left. You made your way to the seat and settled yourself into the plush chair.

"Well," Rhysand began, "As I'm sure Azriel explained, this dinner was to introduce you to everyone in our inner circle. We are at your full disposal given the nature of this... issue." You nodded once. "Now time to stop with all this chat and let's eat." Not even a second after Rhysand finished talking, the food appeared on the table and everyone began digging in.

Some time passed, and you tried not to comment on the fleeting glances that almost everyone seemed to be throwing your way. Everyone apart from Azriel who either stared at his dinner, or engaged in conversation with Elain. It amused you to no end that you wormed your way under his skin so easily. With another more than obvious stare for The Morrigan, you rolled your eyes and sighed, "Clearly some of you have questions, so go ahead and ask. I'm not going to hex you for talking to me."

Feyre smiled into her wine at your dryness. Though, before she managed to talk, Morrigan blurted out, "What's a hex?"

"A hex is a curse. It can be viscous or just cause annoyance." Mor's mouth made an 'O' shape and she sat back into her seat, clearly running through all her subsequent questions.

"Do you hex people often?" Rhysand asked, to your surprise.

You turned your head to look at him, your signature smirk on your lips. "No, I don't make a habit of it. Hexing is a delicate process. One wrong word, one wrong intention and they can backfire in the most twisted ways."

The High Lady looked at you intently. "Have you ever had a hex backfire?"

Your smirk turned into a bitter smile. "I think every practicing female in my culture has had a hex backfire... it's like a rite of passage." You smiled as you took a drink of your wine. The silence at the table was palpable.

"How did it backfire?" Elain's voice was next.

"Elain!" Feyre whisper-shouted.

You raised your hand in dismissal, "It's fine. Most practicing females begin their lessons after they have their first blood. We learn about the dangerous stuff first... I suppose that's because we can try it while we're still young and stupid and don't have enough training to cause any serious harm. Anyways, there was a male in my village who I was convinced was my future mate," You smiled. That earned a few snickers. "Though, he had zero interest in me. In fact, I believe his mother warned him to stay away from me because of our... reputation. I did my best to get his attention, even covered up this," You gestured to the lines decorating your face. You didn't expect anyone at the table to understand how taboo it was for your to cover the tattoos, yet when you met Feyre's eyes, she looked sympathetic. "But instead, he and his friends berated me. They threw their food at me and beat me. So that night, I snuck into my mother's study and spent all night conjuring up my little hex. It was supposed to make his and all his friends' hair fall out. I was so confident in myself. Yet when I woke up the next morning, I was balder than the day I was born." The table erupted in laughter, to which you joined in.

"What did your mother say?" Nesta asked.

"Oh she knew what I had tried to do the moment I stood before her in tears. I showed her what I had done and she found where I went wrong immediately. I was punished accordingly, as if being bald wasn't punishment enough. But I learned my lesson."

"What happened to the boy and his friends?" Amren asked, who had remained very quiet throughout the dinner.

"Oh, I ended up lacing their drinking water with laxatives a few weeks later." Another round of chuckled occurred.

The table went quiet. You finished your plate and washed it down with your wine. "Your mother taught you?" Nesta asked cautiously.

"Yes, and my grandmother." You replied, your mind wandering to them. It was clear by your demeanour that neither female was alive anymore.

"How did they pass?" The High Lord asked.

Your brows furrowed and you looked at him with confusion. "You don't know?"

The silence at the table became thick with tension. "What do you mean?" Rhysand asked, his eyes hard.

"Your father killed them." Everyone halted their movements, even Azriel who had made a point in eating and drinking through your previous story telling. The High Lord clearly looked lost for words, his eyes flickering as if trying to remember the details. Feyre grabbed his hand beneath the table. "During the war..." You began. "He didn't tell you?"

"I'm afraid not, you have my apologies," Rhysand spoke with as much sincerity as your had seen.

"During the war, your father caught wind that my mother and grandmother could predict certain things, sway events in his favour..." You began, and cleared your throat. Azriel turned his head to look at you for the first time since dinner began. You looked back at him, feeling a certain comfort in his amber eyes. You turned your head back to the table, "It was an exaggeration of our gifts. We don't get clear images, just flashes. The future can change, it it not a set thing. Their predictions were true for the most part. Some of the battles were won just from those glimpses. But our deities will only show us what they want us to see," You said. You knew you weren't being totally clear, it would take a lot more time and a lot less emotions to explain how it worked. "My grandmother was the female who taught some of you scrying, which I believe is now used widely enough." You missed how most eyes darted to Nesta briefly. "Anyways, there was one day where the predictions showed that your father would lose a battle. And lose hard. The Battle of Blossom," You voice was grave.

"I remember it well," Azriel stated. "It was during the time we were all separated for the war." Cassian and Rhys tensed their jaws. "It was a massacre, we barely made it out. There has only been a few times that I have been too close to death and that was one of them."

"Well my mother and grandmother warned it was going to happen. But the former High Lord forced them to do every ritual they could to turn the tide in his favour. They tried to explain it to him, but he would not hear it." The anger rose in your chest, you felt sick.

"My father was not the listening kind." Rhysand's dry words told you enough about his regard for his late father.

"Yes, and my mother and grandmother found that out together. When the battle was lost and your father returned, he had them both executed for treason. Said that they were traitors." Your stomach was filled with lead. The dead air across the table was as uncomfortable as it could get.

"I'm sorry," Rhysand spoke barely above a whisper.

You shook your head, as though you were shaking the bad thoughts away. "Don't apologise, you didn't execute them."

"Do you mind me asking how you know all this? If I didn't know, how did you?"

"My mother's journal was sent to me along with a letter from his General explaining that they were dead. She documented a lot of what happened." You didn't need to explain more.

The loaded stares you were receiving made your skin crawl. "Anyways, your father died not long after so I suppose he got his just desserts," You said with a sigh and you finished the rest of your wine in one gulp.

"You didn't uh..." Cassian began nervously, "You didn't hex the former High Lord did you?"

The laugh that bubbled in your chest escaped before your better judgement could stop you. Especially with the apprehensive look all the inner circle was giving you. "Rest easy, Night Court," You soothed. "I did not hex your father. I wanted to, I truly did. But I was grown by then and knew better than to even try something like that. You heard what went wrong with a mediocre hex..." Understanding rippled throughout the room. Following that heavy conversation, light chatter broke out across the table again. You did not engage with anyone, your mind elsewhere. Tiredness weighed on your eyes, the wine didn't help. You observed the people around you, seeing how much warmth radiated from each person to the next. It reminded you of your family, once upon a time. It had been a long time since you had seen such harmony between people. A sour feeling crawled up your throat.

A cry pulled you from your thoughts. Young and full of woe. Everyone looked toward Rhysand and Feyre. Ah, you had forgotten they were new parents. Yet, the sound rattled your soul. Your jaw tightened with each cry, tension causing a pain in your spine. "I'll go," Feyre said and stood to leave.

As she left, you turned your head to Azriel. "Do you mind bringing me back?" Azriel looked into your eyes for a few beats and weighed whatever laid in your gaze. He nodded and stood. "Thank you for dinner, please pass that along to the High Lady," You announced to the table and made for the balcony. You did not wait for any reply, the need to get away from that house controlling you.

Azriel followed you out a few seconds later. The Illyrian looked as though he was going to pass a snide remark but when he saw the withering look you bore, he remained quiet. The silence continued throughout the short flight back to the House of Wind, even while your grip on him was nothing short of bone crushing. When he set you down on the balcony, Azriel watched as your stormed away from him with a quiet 'goodnight' followed by the slam of your door. The recurring thought in Azriel's head was that there was a lot more to you than meets the eyes, yet he knew you were going to be a massive pain in his ass.

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Radio Killed the Video Star P2

(3rd Pov)

*In the Vs' Tower*

"We have a problem." Vox grumbled as Valentino's assistant passed out their drinks. "Alastor is getting close to the royal Morningstars. So our main concern now is ensuring that no deal is ever struck between Lucifer's brats and that smiling freak." He rolled his eyes at the thought of the red demon.

"Well, how exactly are we supposed to stop it?" Velvette replied, looking up from her phone. "Put something inside them. That's how I get the bitches to behave." grinned Valentino from where he was decorating his gun.

"Well, maybe someone on the inside isn't such a bad idea." hummed Vox before he pointed at the moth. "Do you think Angel would?"

"That lanky prick won't even return my calls." scoffed Val.

Sighing, Vox stood up and walked around to the window. "We need someone who little Miss Bleeding Heart would take in."

"Someone pathetic, desperate, with no direct ties to us." Velvette listed. "I employ every down on their luck loser this side of hell. Who the fuck is left?" Valentino wondered. Vox chuckled before turning to his partners with his hypnosis eye glowing. "I think I have just the one." he grinned.

*Back at the hotel*

Alastor's shadow demon minons lounged around the bar, Tommy stretching his arm, having pulled a muscle, when Charlie and Vaggie came back from their search, defeat written on their faces. Charlie groaned dramatically as she flopped onto the couch, face first.

Angel perked up hearing the princess; "Sooo, how'd it go?" he asked, smiling and turning his attention to his phone. "Not a single new recruit," Vaggie sighed.

"Yeah, well, who would want to use their last days not fucking and fighting?" shrugged Angel. "More than you'd think, Angel." (Y/N) yawned as he walked down the stairs, Rocco trailing behind him.

After his mope feast in his room, the blond demon fell asleep reading one of his romance novels, and had slept for a good 6 hours. 'Great, now I'll be up all night.' (Y/N) thought to himself as he sat on the far end of the couch, running a hand through Charlie's braid in a comforting manner.

"Well, look who's finally awake. I missed you, baby. Did you dream of me, sweets?" Angel purred, leaning over to run a hand over (Y/N)'s wings, grunting when (Y/N) playfully fluffed his wings in Angel's face.

(Y/N) chuckled, feeling smug at finally getting the spider back. Angel wasn't one to be outdone, so he teasingly ran a finger between the prince's shoulder blades in the middle of his back, giggling at the involuntary shivers that ran through his body.

A sudden knock on the door turned Vaggie's attention from the men flirting, and approached the door, to reveal Sir Pentious, who smiled brightly. "Why, hello, my dear--" he yelped as Vaggie punched him in his face before pulling her angelic spear out and pointing it at him.

"Wait, wait, wait! I come in peasssse (peace)." The snake demon made peace signs with his hands with a wobbly smile.

"What are you doing here?" hissed Vaggie. "Vaggie, what's the problem?" asked Charlie, still feeling sour from her failed search.

She gasped seeing the snake. "Oh, hello again." Vaggie let him up as she watched him suspiciously. "I didn't come looking for a fight. I uhh..I heard that you're helping people. People who want to be better?" The snake asked more than stated.

Charlie gasped excitedly, before dragging the snake behind her, chattering happily, leaving Vaggie to scowl at the snake. "You heard right. Welcome to our home of healing. Our resort of restoration. Our--" The princess was cut off by Angel Dust stopping her in the door way.

"Are you fucking nuts? This chump was tryin' to kill us, like, literally 6 hours ago. And now you wanna bring him in her to live with us?" Angel asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Absolutely!" Charlie grinned, "This place is about second chances, and who deserves one more than this...slithery...slippery...special little man?"

Looking at Vaggie, Angel asked, "Aren't you supposed to protect this place?"

Vaggie made the mistake of looking at Charlie's (well timed and manipulative) puppy dog eyes. She sighed heavily before shrugging, "I...guess he's not much of a threat without the war machine.." Sir Pentious' hood lifted as he grinned brightly, "Or even with the war machine." Vaggie thought, making the snake visibly deflate.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Charlie squealed before running over to the demon. "Sir Pentious! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

"Oh no, darling, thank you. You won't regret thissss." He chirped happily, slitheirng in after the princess.

"Eh, I give you a week...tops." Angel shrugged, following them inside.

"So..this is the bar and the bartender." Charlie grinned at a drinking, scowling Husk. "And this is the curtain, and this is the new wall after you broke the last one, heh and, oh, this, this is-" Charlie was cut from her excited rambling by Vaggie pulling her arm.

"Babe, you don't have to show him every detail." she placed her hand on her hip, watching the demoness.

"Sorry, I'm just excited to have our first real guest!" Charlie grinned.

"Uh, what the hell am I, then?" demanded Angel Dust, as he narrowed his eyes at Charlie.

"Well, you're an important part of our family here, Angel. But you um, uh..." "Constantly make us look bad, sexually harass (Y/N) and Husk, and have literally never once tried to improve?" Vaggie listed.

"What she means is, it's just nice to have someone be interested for a change." Charlie sugar coated, gesturing at the snake who eyed everything suspiciously.

She walked over to the red eyed demon, introducing Niffty, not noticing Angel's frown on his face. As Charlie continued to introduce Niffty, saying that they were 80% sure she was harmless, she bumped into the Radio Demon, she grinned nervously.

"Oh, uh, Alastor, our gracious Facility Manager." Turning to Alastor, she continued, "You've met our newest guest, Sir Pentious...heh heh."

"Ah yes. You're the one who ruined my coat. I definitely remember you now." He grinned sinisterly, eyes glowing an eerie red.

"Well...I guess this is a great time for your first lesson. Ahem, 'How to apologize.' The first step to becoming a better person is to admit when you're wrong. Why don't you give it a try?" Charlie pushed Sir Pentious towards Alastor who grinned lazily.

"Yes, um...Mr um..Radio Demon, sir, please forgive me for attacking you and ruining your very lovely coat...Um, here." He nervously gave back the piece he'd ripped off of Alastor earlier in the day.

"Oh-ho! Not many people have been able to take even this much off me." He looked at Sir Pentious with a condescending smile, "It must've meant quite a lot to you."

Sir Pentious and Charlie watched with wide eyed looks as Alastor burned up the piece of coat with a wicked grin.

(Y/N) laughed loudly from where he was observing at the top of the stairs. "Pfft, hahaha! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but you're faces were too much for me." He snickered, wiping a tear away from his eye, making his way down towards the group.

"Oh! And Prince (Y/N) he's also my big brother! He's also my advisor when it comes to business administration. And he's my bestest friend." The siblings shared a fist bump, sharing matching grins.

"Welcome to the Hazbin hotel, Sir Pentious. I've got to say, your machines are something to wonder at. I'd love to go over the mechanics sometime." (Y/N) held his hand out for a handshake, yelping when the snake hugged him, "Nobody's ever admired my skillssssss.! We are going to be great friendssss." sobbed Pentious.

Angel was now full on glaring at the snake...how dare he touch (Y/N) like that?! It took a while before (Y/N) allowed anyone new to touch him.

"Um..Charlie? Isn't it time for our daily activity?" squeaked (Y/N), clearly uncomfortable in the snake's grip.

*Time skip*

(Y/N) was sitting in his favorite arm chair, Angel Dust leaning protectively on his legs, letting the blond run his fingers through Angel's head fluff. It was so soft, he couldn't resist and Angel certainly didn't mind, if the slight purring the spider was doing was an indication.

Angel scrolled lazily through his phone, Vaggie and Pentious sitting on the floor listening as Charlie spoke.

"Now! With a new resident, I think it's important we all get to know each other, so we are going to play a little game. Everyone, follow me.

"🎵My name is Charlie," she claps twice and kneels down to smile at Vaggie's love struck look, "I like to sing," She stood up gesturing to everyone, clapping again. "And when we get to know each other, it's the greatest thing!🎵" Charlie clapped once more and gestured to Sir Pentious.

(Y/N) smiled; that was a game he taught her when she was a kid.

"🎵My name's Sir Pentious," claps twice, "I like to build," claps twice again, "And despite my stupid Egg Bois, I think I'm very skilled🎵." He clapped twice for the last time before he and Charlie both gestured to the white furred spider.

He stopped the quite purring, and looked up from his phone with a look of irritation. "This is stupid." Angel deadpanned. (Y/N) snorted softly as he brushed the white fur back.

"🎵This is not stupid!" Charlie claps twice with a forced smile, "It's just the game. Sir Pentious did it well, so now please try to do the same.🎵'" She twirled in front of Angel who sighed, pinching the bridge of his beak(nose).

"I am too sober for this." (Y/N) tugged his hair slightly in a playful warning.

"Ooh, harder, Daddy~" fake moaned Angel, yelping in surprise when the blushing prince actually tugged harder in retaliation.

"Well, get used to it and learn how to play. 🎵This is gonna be your whole day 🎵 ." Vaggie clapped twice with a smirk at the glare Angel sent her.

*Timeskip*

"Oh, I'm a bad man on the streets who never got enough hugs. Now, where's an innocent kid I can sell crack to?" Angel read from the script, feeling like an idiot. He glared slightly as (Y/N) wore the biggest shit eating grin from where he was standing behind the others who sat on the couch.

Breaking character, he hissed at the prince, "Don't you say a word."

He was dressed like a homeless man, and Sir Pentious was licking a lollipop wearing a uniform. "Wow, who wrote this?" Angel asked aloud, smacking the script. "It's great, right. Keep going." Charlie grinned like a school girl.

The Italian sighed heavily before continuing, "Hey you." He faked called Pentious. "Who me?" asked the snake in a child like tone.

"Yeah, you look like a kid who could use some devil's dandruff?" Angel squinted his eyes, sliding a hand down his face in disbelief. "Oh, for fucks' sake."

"Not me. I have to go home and sssstudy."

"C'mon, kid, it'll make you cool like me...." Angel paused, hearing (Y/N)'s snickering, and felt his body drop at the dumbass script in his hand, "The crackhead."

(Y/N) couldn't hold it back anymore before he laughed loudly. He was laughing so hard, he fell on the floor behind the couch,tears pooling in his eyes from laughing.

The others' waited for him to finish, so they could hear the play. Charlie rolled her eyes at her brother with a fond smile. It'd been a while since he'd laugh like that. Angel smiled, hearing (Y/N) belly laugh. 'No, I'm supposed to be mad at him, right now.' He thought stubbornly, cheeks flushed.

"The only cool thing here is to sssay no to drugsss. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to not have sexual intercourse before marriage!" declared the snake proudly. (Y/N) finally finished his giggles, and was standing back up, watching with weary grin.

"Yes! Oh, bravo, bravo!" cheered Charlie as she clapped excitedly. "Wow, Pentious, at this rate, you'll be redeemed in no time."

"I-I'm going to bed." Angel announced, a funny tone in his voice. He walked away briskly, but not before (Y/N) caught his downcast face. He frowned thoughtfully before teleporting to who knows where.

Angel paused at the steps as he listened to Charlie, "I am so proud of you, Sir Pentious." He turned to watch the interaction. "That was amazing. That was beautiful work today." "Thank you, thank you. You like me, you really like me." preened the snake, bowing slightly.

In his room, Angel shrugged off the costume he was wearing, throwing it on his beloved pet pig, who snorted curiously before laying on his bed and curling on his side.

He pulled his phone out and scrolled through the voicemail he'd received.

Sighing, the spider demon clicked on a random one to listen, "Angel, baby, come home. It's not the same without you here. I miss you, come back." Val's voice cooed before turning angry, "Angel, you bitch, if you don't come home, you will be fucking greasy truck drivers for the next year."

"You fuckin' slut!"

"Hey, Angie, about earlier--"

"Kill your whole fucking fam--"

"Work's really stressful--"

"Little cocksucking piece of shit--"

"You actually think you can change?" The pornstar gasped, sitting up and watching the red smoke curl in his room as he listened to this voicemail. "Addict trash like you doesn't change. I'll see you soon, baby." Angel snapped out of his thoughts as his pig nudged him with his cold snout, looking for attention.

"Sorry, not now, Fat Nuggets." He apologized before heading downstairs.

*Downstairs*

Angel grabbed a bottle of alcohol and started chugging away. "Aah..." He sighed, before seeing a shadow move. "Huh?"

He followed the light to see a door open..and not just any door, the door to (Y/N)'s office was opened. (Y/N) usually was so careful about letting people in there, the prince only Angel himself and Charlie in there. But the blond demon wouldn't leave his office open so carelessly, so someone broke in.

He walked over to the door and peeked an eye in, gasping seeing Sir Pentious placing a camera in (Y/N)'s bookshelf.

"You slippery little shit!"

Sir Pentious yelped at being caught before turning to see the angry spider.

"You're working for the Vees? I fucking knew there was something shitty about you." Angel pointed an accusing finger at the snake who scoffed.

"I don't know what you're talking about, whorebug!" smirked Pentious before Angel growled and tackled him, starting a brawl.

Spoilers: Angel was winning.

"Get your aggressively average body off of me!" screamed Pentious, hypnotizing Angel.

"Fuck!" Angel screamed as he obeyed unwillingly. Sir Pentious hissed as he slithered away to the bookshelf to get some space. Angel narrowed his eyes approaching, just as (Y/N), Charlie and Vaggie appeared, the women who were clearly sleeping, yawned and watched them blearily.

"What's going on?" asked Charlie.

(Y/N) had a box in his hands, and he tilted his head. "Why the hell are you in my office, Pentious?"

"Oh, the door was opened and I was looking for you, Prince (Y/N), when this spider burst in here and attacked me!" "Yes, my door was open, because sometimes Angel keeps me company when insomnia hits us both hard. So I leave it open and we stay up together until we fall asleep." explained (Y/N), missing the knowing looks Vaggie and Charlie shared.

"This little bitch is a traitor!" Angel snapped, holding Pentious arm firmly.

"Preposterous, I would never betray you. You...are my best friends." lied the snake as he pulled Charlie and Vaggie into a group hug. He tried to hug (Y/N) as well, but last time he did, the prince threatened to skin him and let the cannibals from Cannibal Town eat him....alive with his Egg Bois as a side.

Safe to say, everyone was disturbed as (Y/N) made that threat with a smile on his face. Angel found it hot as fuck though...

"Uh-huh. Then explain this." Angel moved one of (Y/N)'s books aside to reveal a video camera, starting to record.

Pentious noticed the shocked looks from Charlie and Vaggie before feeling a dangerous glare at his back.

He shakily turned to look at (Y/N) who was grinning darkly, fangs glinted in the light dangerously; his eyebrow twitching in anger, mixed eyes glowing an deadly red. "Hmm, looks like I'll be following through with that threat after all." He set the box down, and started approaching the Snake.

"Ah! Ah! Abort! Abort! SOS Agent Pentious in need of immediate evacuation!" screamed the snake into a wrist watch as he tried to leave the wrath of the prince.

"Pentious? Wait...you were caught? It hasn't even been a day!" Vox laughed.

Pentious side eyed the hotel members who stood in front of the other exit. Vaggie was now wielding her spear, Charlie holding her hand over her mouth in worry, Angel crossing his arms, while one of his lower arms rested on (Y/N)'s upper back as a way of grounding the pissed off prince.

"Please, you've got to get me out of here!" begged the snake. "I can't believe we thought you could handle even something this simple. Do us a favor, if they don't kill you, go ahead and do it yourself, you miserable failure!" Vox screamed, short circuiting the watch.

(Y/N)'s malicious bloodlust calmed hearing how Vox talked to the snake.

Yes, he was an idiot..but no one deserved to be told to kill themselves. He looked down thinking of...them.

"I--Just make it quick I guess. Not that I deserve it." Pentious laid down sadly, waiting for someone to hurt him. "Gladly." Vaggie growled, before being stopped by (Y/N).

"(Y/N)?" asked Angel, watching the prince as he held a hand out to the snake. "Pentious?"

"Good first day." Charlie sighed happily, reaching a hand out to Vaggie as they walked to bed. "Let's get some rest."

The group walked out of the library, (Y/N) grabbing the camera to dispose of, Angel following behind him.

After a few minutes later, a shadow grinned before Alastor appeared in (Y/N)'s office and picked up the discarded watch, starting it with his powers.

"What?" snapped Vox before he realize who was on the other side. "You'll have to try harder than that next time, ol' pal." Alastor grinned, as Vox screamed on the other side, his laughter echoing in the TV demon's ears.

*With (Y/N)*

He'd pulled Angel out onto the private balcony that came he'd built for his room, the spider lounging on his favorite swing seat that (Y/N) made for him. The two continued to grow closer everyday, and since they hang out so much, the prince wanted the spider to be comfortable. (Y/N) appeared next to Angel, holding out a glass of a red wine with ice on top and an orange slice on the rim.

The Italian mobster raised an eyebrow at the drink. "Relax, it's a Balisteri Cherry Wine. You look like you could use it." (Y/N) showed the other glass in his hand, offering a soft smile when Angel took it. He then sat himself on the railing near Angel, one leg tucked under him, the other hanging over the ledge.

"I'm glad you're here Angel. I'm sorry it took so long for someone to say this but: You're very special, and I know underneath, there's somethin' special just waiting to be unlocked....you just need someone to help you unlock it. I'd like to be that person if you'd let me." (Y/N) blushed slightly before turning to the spider who looked at him with a soft look before replying,

"I'd like that."

*End! For the song, imagine it was a male Charlie singing..I could't find a male version yet.*

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#1578

lesbianisme accidental keeps happening my dear followers and page guests i hope you will excuse me tonight i am very very normal about #1577 so ahem

Reject Modernity

Ship: Imelda Reyes x Julia Wright (f!MC)

Rating: M

Warnings: Dirty Talk, Lesbian Erotica, Slice of Life, Adult Characters

Summary: Of them two, Imelda was the one to introduce something new to the bedroom. Quirks. Scenarios. Innuendos. New lingo. Julia felt elated; she hoped, excitement continues tonight. But. New. Lingo.

Word Count: ~800.

Femslash Prompt: Married, I guess????? It's 2am by the time I post this.

Loving Imelda was a sweeping competition: either you catch her drift and intercept her hands mid-grip, or fall in her arms while what is left of your confidence in overdoing hers flies down the staircase along with your bodice and a petticoat or two as she forcefully takes you to the upstairs bedroom—where it's warm, the bed is soft, and where it feels like the world has been condescend into a single room and was about to explode into a whole universe once again very, very soon.

'Forcefully' as in, keeping your desiring, languid body airborne — somehow, only Imelda knew that — as whenever it's finally the crash into pillows face forward, barely any fabric is sticking to the body any longer and every thought is…

Gone.

Everything feels vapid for a moment. Everything does not exist for a moment, with a shy exception for a burning fire between the thighs.

The fire loves the air, comes the spark of thought from nothing, and Julia is suddenly overran with goosebumps, shuddering in the cold sheets. It is acclimatisation, she supposes.

Her dress is doffed. Even her sleeves are… somewhere, perhaps it is them she sees swinging on the railing of the staircase, visible from the bed; its curtain blocks the view, and Imelda sits just beside her, suddenly busy with something that is not her.

How come! Rude.

Julia grunts, but she is unable to speak her mind out as her lips are taken into a demanding kiss and her arms are held… insistently; 'insistently' they are taken to wherever on the bed Imelda can pin them, as vapid in the head at the moment as she has just been.

They aren't kissing with their eyes shut, and it feels strangely cold; but Julia sees herself in Imelda's dark eyes: burning away, willing to squirm and clench and linger, ready to be thoroughly explored and left, debauched, to catch a breath for the next round of fingers, a tongue, lips, maybe even a knee or Imelda's own hot pulse.

Imelda's lips are dry. Her tongue is barely enthused with counting teeth and dancing with Julia's eager tongue. The eyes betray her act; something has been sticking to her mind, stuck to it even, under this lewd, lewd weather.

She is not ready to spit it yet.

Hence she torments Julia's mouth. To keep it inside her throat, unease, gargling without a noise.

And while at it, she dares not to froth, unlike the usual mindlessness.

Strange, Julia thinks.

She frees one of her hands, slowly, and places it on the remaining piece of fabric — the drawers.

Imelda is indifferent to every reason why this piece of gown is the way it is; she simply adores the openness and how they are worn.

An open gate to her slithery tongue. Even a thought of it is a jolt from somewhere in the back of the head to the very pussy; it clenches.

Julia pulls the fabric down, or at least she tries to, and Imelda finally breaks the kiss, ups and looks her in the eyes with a straightness of a vigilant snake, and says, in an irritated murmur, "Naughty girl".

A second passes on a pace of a wandering tortoise.

"So impatient. So — bitchy. So, so downright bad, and all it is just for me and me alone tonight. I am so lucky, to something to that naughty mind of yours," she continued, with a rolling snarl in her badly controlled, shaking-from-lameness voice, "Julia."

Julia winced.

What, in the name of Christ — Merlin's beard, to call up to him in bed with another woman! — was that.

Julia stares in her eyes. She is confident. But if she is poked, she will crumble on that bed and cry like a naughty child after mentioning anything about fannies, or even saying the word out loud, to her strict Catholic mother. Before an awful silence could befall between them, and before Imelda is splinched by her own odd choice of the Very Inappropriate Words That Her Debaucheeness Julia Tie-Me-Up-And-Have-Your-Way-With-Me Wright Cringed At, Julia sighed, "Am I, a dignified woman with her everything out to you, laying on a palm of your hand, look like an orphan or a dog to you — right here and now?"

"Absolutely not," Imelda sounded apologetic, shy even; her shoulders lowered, timidly. But there was a smirk in that apology, "I'm sorry."

"And don't you dare do that again," Julia demanded, sharply. "Where did you come across such… atrocious… Such deplorable language?"

"You don't want to know." That sounded too mysterious. Julia asks, "Is it how they write books these days, isn't it?"

"You could say so — or check these french books you always discard."

"I don't read these cheap magazines."

"Your loss, love," Imelda smirked.

Julia kisses that insolence off her face, yet her eyes remain brazen; she falls back, this time, being kissed properly.

Sinewy hands snake around her, mouths are at froth (yes, this, and no other word!), and a knee nested between her trembling thighs, still covered by the drawers' light white fabric.

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