#the mind is willing but the body is weak &c &c

[badmoodbatflowers]

booing and hissing at the imminent need to edit

[thefloatingstone]

I wanna write and play video games but alas I'm at work.

Agh. ... I can do a bit of writing at work though I think. I just need more energy.

I am not at work right now but I still feel you 😩

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 7

Hearing the chime of rhe bell above the door, Danny mentally prepared himself before poking his head around the corner "Heya! I will be with you in one hot sec!"

Rushing around the kitchen, Danny set the chili to simmer and quickly cleaned himself up before coming back to greet his newest customer.

Stepping upt to the bar, Danny put his best customer service smile on and opened his mouth to speak, but the words that came out were not in English.

"Hey there! Welcome to Big C's diner what can i..." Blinking a bit before frowning, Danny looked closer at his customer, his eyes flickering a bright green as he squinted at the man.

Because either this man was the very strong revenant that had claimed Crime alley as his huant, or there some how was a 4th Halfa in the world.

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Jason found the little diner comfortable, more up to date than the typical dive that was in the Alley, there wasn't even any blood splatter in the back booths!

He kinda didn't like how there was only a single person working there at night, being so close to the Alley and all, but that was easily fixed if he just happened to come around in his Red Hood outfit.

Sending a smirk like smile to the teen that came out from the kitchen, who had the fakest smile that Jason had ever seen outside of a gala.

But his smirk slowly slipped as the kid spoke, his words both sounding clear and distorted at the same time, he could make out words but it was very clearly not words at the same time.

Then, the kid's eyes flashed, and Jason had seen those eyes before, he had seen them in the mirror more times than he was willing to admit.

(Holy shit this kid is about to have a Pit episode in front of me...how the fuck did this kid get in the pits?) Jason thought as he leaned back into his seat, his hand instantly going to where his guns usually were, but only grasped at air.

(Right...forgot those at home...) He thought, settling instead to set his hands on the counter, Jason narrowed his eyes at the teen

But just like that, the green was gone, and the teen cleared his throat, "Sorry about that, um, welcome to Big C's, what can I get ya?"

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Danny gave a weak smile, he didn't exactly want to throw down with this potential halfa, sure he liked a good ghostly welcome every now and again, but he just cleaned up and he would like his diner to stay that way thank you!

The man across from him glared for amoment longer before shaking his head, "Shit, ugh...gimme a coffee and...what's your special today?"

Reaching for the coffee pot, Danny felt a rumble in the diner cart, and there was suddenly a chalk board on the wall behind him.

Pouring his customer a mug, his brain paused for a moment, translating the ghost script before he spoke "Cadavers chili hotdogs, made with 100% not person meat...I promise neither are made out of people, definitely didnt seen any bodies when I made it my guy."

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Staring at the blackboard that Jason was very much sure wasn't there a moment ago, he felt his chest tighten and ache as he read the...sigils? Words? They were definitely something and he totally shouldn't know what they mean.

Biting back a snort at the dry comment, Jason focused on him "I will take two...Danny? That your name or just the name on the aprin you got?"

Jason was totally not digging for information, because he totally wasn't a Bat or a Bird, and he totally didn't have an urge to know everything about the person across from him.

Getting a dry chuckle from the guy on the other side of the counter, who could only shake his head, "Sadly, that's my name, I will be back in a sec with your food, no running off tho' ya hear? Already dealt with dine and dashers once this week."

Letting out a chuff, Jason kept his eyes around the room, he knew logically he should be more freaked out by this whole experience, but he couldn't help but feel his body relax and his mind comfortable slow.

Holding the cup of coffee in both hands, he took a long sip and memories hit him harder than a crowbar.

It was his mother's coffee, not the bitch that sold him out but his mama, Catherine, the woman that struggled to keep him happy and fed.

It was the watered down brew, stretched to make it last longer.

It was milky and sweet with sugar packets pilfered form diners such as this and powdered milk he used to steal from the grocery store just for her.

His mama gave up so much for him, why couldn't he just do one little petty theft for her?

His heart aches again, and the intense feel of the pits roar in his ears, but they weren't calling for blood, the pits crooned in nostalgic heart break.

Usually remembering before his death was a trigger, was something that made him rage, but right now? He could only mourn for the mother and son that used to cuddle up together under a ratty blanket, of the mother that whispered stories to him during long quiet nights, of the woman that he had found dead on one such quiet night.

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Tossing on the last bit of fresh diced onions, Danny had a cheesy grin on his face as he brought the plate to the front, mouth opening to speak before noticing his customers disposition.

He was hunched over on himself, looking small (which was impressive for a man thst looked twice his size and 4 times more muscular)

Tears were streaming down his face as he stared at the now half full mug, for some reason it felt heart breaking to see.

Setting the plate down carefully in front of the man, Danny placed a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay man...your okay bud." Awkwardly Patting his customers shoulder, Danny felt a bit of panic, he wasn't Jazz he didn't know how to like, console people!

It took a few minutes for the man to calm, and Danny handed him a few paper towels to clean himself up, patting him on the back one last time, Danny let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "Well...um, hope that the coffee is so bad that it made you cry, I-uhh, could comp it if you want?"

The man just shook his head, "Fuckin' hell, ain't bad, just...God damn it..."

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Rubbing at his eyes Jason huffed, "Sorry for, um....blubbering on ya like that..

don't usually get teary at coffee, that's more of Timmer's shtick, just tastes...tastes like my mom's coffee when I was a kid..." shaking his head, Jason looked at the chili dogs, they still steamed, the cheese now melted on nicely.

Danny just nodded, "Yeah, some reason i have gotten a few comments on that" shrugging his shoulders, he started to figgle with a cloth, wipping down the counter as he spoke "Meh, Gotham is fucked up and I don't want to even begin to try and figure out."

Croaking out a laugh Jason dragged the plate of food closer, "Fucking right about that...though if you keep making it like that you got yourself a regular customer."

Reaching a hand across the counter, Jason gave Danny a weak smile, "Names Jason, nice to meet ya."

Taking the hand, Danny gave a smirk back, "Got it, one sad cup of coffee for you then-" Snapping his head over as he heard a beeping sound, Danny got a panicked look on his face "Oh shit! My cookies!"

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Storming to the back, Danny ran to the oven, throwing it open, scrambling for the oven mits, he phased a hand through them instead of tugging them on, and quickly pulls the smoaking batch of sweets from the rack.

Plopping them on the counter, he hears the oven snap shut as he sighs, turning to thank the diner, he pauses to see the sight of a man he was hoping that he would never have to see again.

"Oh little Bager, King of the Realms making food for the common folk? How the great have fallen.." Vald said with a viscous grin, his hand reaching up to flip off the oven, "Did you think I wouldn't find you? Thought you could rum off and not tell dear old Uncle? Don't worry Bager, while old Vlad might not come around to vist much..."

There was a flash of black light and where a man once stood was a ghost, his grin pulled back devilishly "I am sure Plasmius will make up for it very...very well."

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Laughing a bit as he watched Danny scramble inot the back, Jason stared at the food, he was still hungry but...he held an apprehension of sorts, was this going to bring back memories? Would they be good like the coffee or...

His thoughts were cut off as a body was through through the deviding wall from the front of the house to the kitchen.

Bolting up out of his seat, he watched as Danny stepped out of the hole in the wall, shaking out his fist as he did, "I really don't have the fucking time for you Plasmius, don't you see I have a customer?"

Jason stared as the body that was punched through the wall, that looked mangled, twisted and broken start to twitch and crack back into place, limbs bending back from positions they should never be, and then the man sat up, a feral grin on his lips.

(Really fucking bad day for not having my God damn guns.)

[yourlittlebunnyy]

sweet request - eris x reader

masterlist

summary: Eris wants to see you pregnant with his child.

warnings: none i think?

w/c: 1k

You have tied the knot with the mighty High Lord of the Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra, ever since the day you discovered your status as mates. Currently, you're occupied with your newly acquired duties as High Lady. This allows Eris to be alone with his thoughts, and his mind is consumed by the desire to see you carry his heir.

Later, you make your way back. "My dear." Eris gently holds your face and says, "I would like to discuss something with you." He smiles. Instinctively you reach out your arms to encircle his neck, holding him close to you. It was hard for you to get used to spending all day divided from your mate, but you had to do it. When Eris became High Lord, a lot of things changed in the Autumn Court, including the power of females: you first wished to be an example for all undervalued, abused and exploited Fae and decided to work and toil as hard as Eris. This allowed many other females to emulate you, feeling free to make their own choices, and the Autumn Court slowly began to change its mindset.

But all this, of course, took time and effort, not allowing you to spend much time with your beloved. Eris’ grin widened as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. He loved to feel you close again, after a whole day of being apart. He was happy that you were taking your status of High Lady so serious. But even he could see how much it was wearing down on you. Eris’ expression quickly changed into that of worry and concern as his eyes slowly looked over your tired body, noticing the bags under your eyes.

“Darling, are you tired?” The Autumn Court High Lord questioned, his hands gently cupping your face.

His concern tugs at your heart, and you can't help but smile at him. Eris has always been an outstanding mate, and before that, a friend always willing to help you.

"No, no. Don't worry. What did you want to tell me, you, rather?" You ask, returning the conversation to the question he had asked you just moments ago.

Eris knew you were lying, and it took everything he had in him to not call you out on that. He took a deep breath, knowing that if he would push it, it wouldn’t end well. He caresses your cheek, a frown on his lips as he sighed out quietly.

“Just something I’ve been thinking about.” He said, his hand now gently moving down to your hip, caressing it with his thumb. He was quiet for a second, as if mentally preparing himself for what he wanted to say next.

It was not often that Eris was... nervous. Sure, sometimes he is agitated, sometimes he is sad. But he was never... afraid to tell you something. In fact, once he was, you remember pleasantly.

Eris was the first to sense your bond, and that very afternoon he ran to you to reveal it, not wanting to lie to you and giving you a choice. He was nervous that afternoon, just as he is now. You wonder what was left so 'unsaid' between you that made him so uncertain.

"Hmm, and what is that?" You ask as you place a hand on his that was already resting on your cheek, an encouraging smile opens on your lips, inviting him to speak.

Eris took another deep breath. He was so nervous. No he was terrified. How would you react. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, his eyes locking onto yours, seeing the encouraging smile that you adorned on your beautiful lips. He couldn’t help but fall a little more in love with you.

“It’s something that I want.” He began. His heart was racing, but he couldn’t show weakness. He needed to remain calm. No matter the outcome.

Eris knows how much effort you are putting into your new role, and he does not want his request to prevent you from doing what you like, or worse-that you feel obligated to do what he wants just for him. If you were going to have a child, it would be at the behest of both of you; Eris would not agree otherwise.

"Well, love, you are a High Lord, I could say you can have anything you want." Your partner chuckles, but it doesn't calm his nerves. The hand resting on your hip fiddles with your dress, and it does not go unnoticed.

It felt like you were setting him up for rejection. But he couldn’t think like that. He can’t give up before he even tried. He looked down, away from your eyes now, a look of doubt in his brown-amber eyes. He inhaled deeply, as if to give himself courage to continue.

"Anything?" He questioned as his hand stopped moving on your hip. His heart rate picked up again.

Eris could see the worries that were starting to cross your mind. He knew a lot of scenarios were now playing out in your mind, and it pained him to know you thought he didn’t want you. That, by Gods, was the last thing he wanted you to think. He let out a small breath, and quickly brought a hand up to stroke your chin with his thumb. “Hey, stop thinking.” He muttered. “Just-“ A pause, as he tried to gather the words he wanted to say next.

"Please, love. Just say it, okay?"

He was quiet for another few seconds, mentally preparing himself once more. But he knew you wanted him to just spill it. He took a deep breath, and finally said what was on his mind.

“I want to see you pregnant.” He said. His cheeks heating up as he did so. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. It shouldn’t be a hard request for you to satisfy.

Your heart loses a beat as a mix of emotions takes over you. If that's really what he wanted to tell you, then you don't understand why he's so nervous. A slight chuckle escapes you, making Eris confused. Are you laughing at him, or at his request?

After a small moment when you recover, you take his hands in yours and look him straight in the eye. You make sure to send him as much love and comfort as you can through bonding, and smile sweetly when he reciprocates with the same emotions.

"So, you want a child? With me?" You ask shaking his hands, Eris smiles.

He was confused. He had been dreading telling you this, dreading your rejection, and he had expected a different reaction coming from you. But there you were instead, trying to hold back a laugh. He almost pouted at that. And was about to, if it wasn’t for you taking his hands in yours, and staring into his eyes. For a second his heart stopped. But it started up again as your love through the bond hit him.

He knew he had been worrying for no reason. He always did.

“With you.” He confirmed, his smirk returning again.

You smile again at his words.

He smiled back at you, before he gently used his hands to tilt your head back by your chin. He slowly started walking you backwards, gently pushing you towards the wall behind you, as his smirk slowly turned into a devilish grin. Once your back hit the wall, he leaned forwards, and spoke in a tone that left no room for any disobedience.

“I suppose I’ll have to put a baby in you now, won’t I?”

[fallecupid]

VICTORIA NEUMAN | NSFW ALPHABET

: thanks for the request, in fact, writing about victoria was even easier than writing about donaldson.!!!

A — ( aftercare ) after sex, victoria often just hugs your body or whispers sweet nothings to reignite your excitation, but doesn't really mean it. also, it's definitely holy ground, like showering and changing cum-stained bedding.

B — ( body part ) neuman would be lying if she said it didn't matter. your neck, one of her few weaknesses, sometimes just wants to nuzzle into it and smell your scent or leave a couple of sweet hickeys on your delicate skin.

C — ( cum ) in particularly tense moments, it's not always possible to keep clean, so the white sheets of her soft bed suffer.

D — ( dirty secret ) victoria would like to practice role-playing or bdsm, it cannot be called a dirty secret, for she is not ashamed of her desires, but for some reason she has not yet voiced it.

E — ( experience ) you're not the first. victoria is definitely an experienced woman who knows where to stick her fingers in and where to run her tongue, yet you never have a slip of doubt that she's committed to one of her exes.

F — ( favourite position ) victoria prefers to fuck you while you sit on her lap, unable to pull away or be too willful. only to whimper into her neck and wriggle.

G — ( goofy ) victoria is pretty damn serious herself, but during sex she becomes more of a horny cat?

H — ( hair ) often, during sex, you tug victoria's hair, which is so damn attractive, she's ready to melt while your fingers slide through her thick curls.

I — ( intimacy ) she can afford to take you out to a restaurant or buy you any trinket, expressing her affection in this way. of course she can be romantic, if that's important to you.

J — ( jack off ) she herself doesn’t jerk off, she has damn little time for this, too much work and crap surrounding her on all sides. but watching you jerk off during sex is a different story, but it’s too typical when she doesn’t let you cum, right?

K — ( kink ) any kind of obedience. you often practice this and this kink has become too common in sex.

L — ( location ) it could be anywhere. whether it's her office or a bathroom stall, it depends.

M — ( motivation ) it doesn't take much for a warm feeling to build up in her lower abdomen, but she still particularly likes your boldness.

N — ( no ) victoria will never really hurt you. the woman is able to tell when you're languidly asking her to stop and when you're really uncomfortable.

O — ( oral sex ) she doesn't mind being sandwiched between your thighs while her tongue moistens your clit, listening to muffled moans.

P — ( pace ) victoria never rushes, slowly caressing you with her fingers while running her tongue over your naked skin. every touch is a tease.

Q — ( quickie ) absolutely not. no speed in sex.

R — ( risk ) she has no problem fucking you on the balcony of her office or squeezing you in a dark corner at an event.

S — ( stamina ) after all she's super, she has enough energy to fuck you once or twice, but then again if you're exhausted after the first time, she sees no point in continuing.

T — ( toys ) your sex with victoria is bad enough without having to spice it up with some kind of toy.

U — ( unfair ) victoria always does this, especially when you're ready to cum, she stretches that moment like a rubber, teasing you and provoking you at the same time.

V — ( volume ) surprisingly she doesn't like to make more noise than necessary, so she mostly whimpers into your hair or rubs against your chest at all.

W — ( wildcard ) when she's at a debate, more often than not, instead of being distracted by the sweaty men next to her, she's replaying your recent sex in her head while keeping her guard up.

X — ( x-ray ) —

Y — ( yearning ) something between 6-7/10 eventually she's a public figure, an active politician and her brain splits in two to keep it all in her head, need and work.

Z — ( Zzz ) victoria doesn't go to bed at once, she manages to work until the middle of the night, right after sex.

[solar4seekstron]

Plan A - Megatron

Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Oneshot Part One

Solars Indie Series

Plan B, Plan C, Plan D, Plan E, Plan F, Plan G, Plan H, Plan I, Plan J, Plan K, Plan L, Plan M, Plan N

Introduction Indie Series

Content: 16+

TW/Tags: Bit of Angst, Toxic relationship, takes place after the movie, Megatron has trust issues. I think I’ll make a 2nd part but we’ll see. I like writing for our angsty boy.

After the war you chose to leave Megatron once he left a day before. You told Optimus and the others that you’ve made your choice and you believe you can help bring back D-16. Optimus was hesitant and asked reasonable questions. You told him that you’re willing to stay under cover and do your best. If anything like it becomes too much and if it calls for it. You’ll return to the Autobots. No connection or anything. You would just focus on trying to bring D back.

Your bond was broken from that die. When you told Megatron his way isn't right. But he only saw you as a traitor now. And so with that you carried out your plan. On the next day you transform into a sort of jet. And made your way to where Megatron and the high guard might be. As you kept flying, unknown to you. One of the guards detected you. Megatron knew it was you based on the shape, at least it must’ve been you. He had one of the high guards fly him to you. Getting right behind you on one of the high guards flying to you and before you even noticed and knew it. Megatron landed on top of you. Before telling the high guard that he’ll deal with you. Knowing he’ll be able to handle you one on one.

As he tried to get you to transform, you struggled to stay in the air. He continued, staying on top of you. So as you got lower, you transformed, finally getting him off as you both flew and rolled onto the ground. He was a few feet ahead of you and you were quick to get up. Your legs hurt from the landing. Almost losing your balance as you got up and you surely had a few dents on your body.

You watched as Megatron stood up and turned to you. That angry look in his red optics as he stared you down. He was way more than a few inches taller than you now. “Y/N…..” you backed up. Maybe you didn’t think this fully through.

”Megatron please listen to me I just came to ta-“ He charges at you. It was almost dark and at the same time you weren’t sure what to do. When you backed up you ended up tripping, landing on your aft as he got closer. You tried to protect yourself as he finally got close. Only using your arms to not anger him more with your blasters. Prepared for what ever blow he throws at you soon.

Only for him to stop in front of you. Letting out a few breaths as he stared down at you. He noticed you were shaking and wasn’t going to fight him. His face showed disappointment and his optics narrowed again as his fists fell to his sides.

He looked down at you thinking about what he’s about to do. He’d never hit you. Would He?

Your optics were closed until you finally opened them. You looked at him and you two stared at each other. You were shaking as he remained still. He continued to look at you with an almost tired but angry look. He then kneels down before grabbing your wrist as he brings you closer. You only looked down as you closed your optics. He analyzed you as his optics only closed a bit more. He finally spoke. His voice as dark and rough as before.

”Why….did you come? Prime make you a spy to use me?!” You stayed silent for only a second

”I……Megatron…I changed my mind….a-and…” Your optics start to gain tears as you spoke “I missed you Megatron….I-i can’t-“

”I have no room for weaknesses…no more.” He stood up pulling at your wrist making you stand up. He then held your jaw with a firm grip as he made you up look at him fully. You slowly opened your optics as you looked up at him. He’d then tilt his head to the side a little as his optics look down at you.

”Please Megatron. I just….I just can't live a life. Without knowing you’re out there. D. You’re still in there somewhe-“ His cervo on your wrist tightened causing you pain as he removes his cervo from your chin. Moving his hand to your neck. Gently squeezing. “D-16…..is dead….I Am Megatron.” He says as he leaned his face closer to you.

Now you were mad. You tried to pull your arm away but his grip was firm as he remained still. You used your other cervo to push against his chassis. “My spark belongs to D-16. Not. Megatron. D is still in there and I’ll only follow D-16. And if you can’t get that through your-“

In a fast movement, he pulled at your wrist. His other cervo that was once holding your throat was now around your waist. Both of your chassis together. “Now why is it D-16…instead of Megatron?…..Because I’m no longer weak…all…sweet?” You only had anger in your optics now. “You’re not the bot I fell in love with.” Your digits scratched at his insignia on his chassis. He did a really good job hiding how hurt he got from that……

“…..You’re just a con now.” You two stared at each other. Both of your optics narrowed. What you didn’t expect was him laughing. He was laughing at your face.

“Yes. I’m not him……” He leaned closer to your audio sensors, speaking in a deep voice. “I’m someone better.” Now you were really scared. As he continues to glare down at you. You try again to pull away until his arm is around your waist and his cervo on your upper back makes you stay close. His other cervo no longer holding your jaw. Moving to the back of your helm.

“This time, I can be a Better Conjunx for you.” Your optics widened as you kept trying to pull back. Only to feel Megatrons dermas against yours. Your own cervos pushing and hitting at his shoulders and chassis. His optics closed as yours remained open. Your cervos barely able to scratch his arm. The cervo behind your helm gently squeezed as a warning, making you stop but your cervos remain against his chest. Trying to create some distance.

He missed you. Oh how he deeply missed you. At first he wasn’t sure but knew he was going to be miserable without you. Despite his new found goal in life. You are the only good thing left. Might as well keep you seeing you’re here now. At first he didn’t trust you when you came. But he knows with his new cog and the power he holds….How can you ever protect yourself? Even from him now. He isn’t weaker then you now.

You can be his once more. By his side. Where you belong.

His kiss became more and more passionate. He deepens the kiss as he tilt his helm. His arm squeezing you closer to him and the cervo moved from the back of your helm to the nape of your neck. You were certain he would break your neck until he stopped. His head then leaned back a bit as he opened his optics once more. His optics not even a little softer.

”Y/N You may join me…but you are my Conjunx. Nothing more. Nothing less. And if you were to betray me in any way……Your punishment will become a part of your every being……” He meant it. You know he does. But you know you must stand your ground. Bring back D-16, stop him from this ‘goal’. You were going to suffer you knew this. But whatever comes your way. You can handle it..

”I’ll join you…” Megatrons finally shows a grin. Both of your forhelms touched once more as you knew what to do next. Both of your inner chassis open up and your sparks soon shine and glow.

You closed your optics waiting for the bond as his only stared down at you. His grin never left his face as his hold remained firm. Your bond with him is no longer soft and full of joy. But anger and…..distrust…..his love was there but it was so far. You have a lot of work to do. Megatron leaned forward, his dermas connecting with yours once more. This time you returned the kiss. Yours was gentle but the passion in your kiss was weak as his was more dominant.

Megatron then gets a comm from Soundwave asking where he was. Megatron growled into the kiss and pulled back. Removing his cervo once on the back of your neck to the bridge of his nose as he responds. His optics closed as he listened to Soundwave speak. You looked at his insignia. You know he’ll put one on you..eventually. His other cervo was resting around your waist continueing to hold you close. You looked down as you waited for him to finish. After a few nano cycles. His call ended and let you go. You were honestly happy to be out of his embrace. You didn’t know if that was a good or bad sign on your part.

”Follow me Y/N. It’s time you meet ‘the new team’…” He transformed. You did the same and flew over following him. You’re going to be stuck with Megatron for a very long time…

This was pretty fun to write and I hope you all enjoy this 😊

[oizysian]

27 // Nun and demon // Corrupt

Summary: Sister Wanda gets a visitor.

Pairing: Nun!Wanda Maximoff x Demon!Fem!Reader

Warnings: corruption, cunnilingus

Word count: 845

Kinktober masterlist

“- Lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil -”

“Amen.” I growled over her shoulder, a low whisper that caused her to jump and scatter away.

She held onto her rosary and did the sign of the cross at the sight of me. I couldn’t blame her, I was quite terrifying. I stood at nearly seven feet tall, had horns, a mouthful of razor sharp teeth and a long tongue. Other than the horns, the height and my deep, dark eyes, I was relatively normal looking, I assumed.

“W-what are you?” She trembled and I smiled, showing off my pearly whites.

“I’m the answer to your prayers.”

She shook her head, cowering before me.

“I didn’t pray for a demon!”

“No, but you prayed for someone to understand,” I extended my hand to her, still smiling brightly. “And I understand you. More than you know.”

Her frightened gaze fell from my face to my hand, long fingers extended out to her, just waiting for her to give in.

“What do you know about me?” She challenged, and I took a step toward her, beginning to close the distance between us slowly.

“I know about your dreams, your fears,” I took another step closer. “Your sins.”

Her eyes shot up to meet mine, a different kind of fear present in her gaze now.

“Sins?”

I nodded.

“Your greatest sin. Your greatest desire,” I almost closed the distance between us, and she didn’t make a move to run or create more distance. “You want to be with another woman.”

Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at me.

“How do you know about that?” Her voice was small and I knew that I had won.

“I know everything about you.” I finally made a move to touch her and she didn’t flinch away.

I cupped her cheek and she let out a shuddering breath.

“I can make it happen. I’ll show you the pleasures of a woman; the pleasures of letting yourself go.”

She relaxed, but only slightly, as I continued to talk.

“Your desires are not a sin.”

“How can you say that?” She whimpered, tears falling down her pink stained cheeks.

“I know what classifies as a sin.” I closed the distance between us, bringing her close to me. “I can show you what you’ve been missing while worshiping this so-called God.”

I brought myself down to face her, her lower lip trembling with emotion.

“You’re weak, and that’s okay.” I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “There’s no shame in being weak when it comes to something you desire.”

I kissed her, mindful of my teeth, and it took her a moment before she responded. She was trembling, crying, afraid, but still willing to give in to fulfill her desires.

She moaned into my mouth and I let my tongue slip out, lapping at her lips and skin, greedily taking her all in. She paused in shock, but didn’t flee. Instead, I could smell her growing wetness, her curiosity about me getting the better of her.

She attempted to remove her robes, but I was impatient and I just tore them from her body, the garments falling to the floor in shreds.

I got down on my knees and let my tongue wrap around her breasts, her hardened buds were teased by my long and strong muscle.

“Oh, god!” She cried out, grabbing onto my shoulders as her legs began to shake.

The virgin nun was giving in so easily and it filled my dark heart with pleasure. I thought God’s soldiers were stronger than that.

I gripped her ass with my hands as my tongue explored her body, slipping and sliding down and around her curves and contours, until I made it to the apex of her milky thighs. She shuddered under my touch, my tongue licking a long strip up her slit, as my hands spread her cheeks. I was devouring her and she was made to be embraced.

I filled her up with my tongue, the sounds she was making sounded dirty even to me. Her innocence and purity fueled my fire as I fucked her. The cross around her neck dangling, forgotten, just as her God now was.

Sister Wanda Maximoff was corrupted now, soiled, dirty, and all mine.

Her hips jerked and her body trembled as pleasure overtook her. Her belly had a little bulge from how deep I was inside her, wanting to claim every inch of her earthly form.

“I’m … I feel …” she tried to speak, but her words were failing her as her first orgasm hit.

Her juices flowed like wine and I hungrily lapped them up, not letting a drop go to waste. She writhed above me and I held her up, keeping her steady as I moved to fuck her again.

She couldn’t stop me as I gave her orgasm after orgasm, pleasure on top of pleasure. She wouldn’t dream of stopping me. This was what she wanted all along - someone to corrupt her and turn her away from her calling.

[meixstar]

WORKING OUT WITH NANAMI PLEASE!

❥ Synopsis You want to get stronger? Nanami might just be the best person to help you with that.

❥ Pairing Nanami Kento x fem!reader

❥ Content explicit content! 18+, Minors DNI, foul language, working out afab!reader, teacher!reader, dom!Nanami, unprotected sex, Nanami is kinda mean, creampie, implied mutual pining, masturbation (m! receiving), vaginal sex, clitoral play, slight breeding kink, slight hate fucking at first, pet names (pretty girl, darling) dirty talk, fingering, oral (f! receiving), Nanami loves eating possay, doggy style, missionary, aftercare, Nanami being a gentleman, kissing/making out, praise, degredation if you squint, ripping clothes, teasing, porn with plot

❥ Word Count 3.4k

❥ A/N HELP THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED RN BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT Anway I have no idea about working out and how to write it?? so I hope this was okay and doesn't suck too bad c: Thank you for your request!

PS i'm sorry if the requests are taking too long :( i'm not really used to writing this much lolol but i plan on doing them all, and I'm really excited about SatoSugu fluff that someone requested :D

!NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

Sweating It Out

"Faster. If you want to land a critical hit on your opponent, you have to charge at them like you mean it." Nanami's voice echoes through the courtyard of the school.

"Search for their weak point," He tightens the tie around his neck as he steps closer to her body on the ground. "You need to work on your form and condition." a quiet sigh leaves his lips as he helps her up from the floor in one swift motion.

You brush the dirt off your sports clothes and look up at him with a slight pout. "Easy for you to say," the back of your hand wipes across your cheek to get rid of the remaining grime. "I don't even know how I got this job in the first place." a soft chuckle escapes you.

A hint of amusement flickers across his stoic face. "Modesty becomes you. You're better than you think." his eyes scan your face for a moment. "We've still got a lot of work to do if you want to improve those reflexes of yours. If you're comfortable with it, I would help you do some simple work out back at my apartment." he gestures towards the parking lot, where his car is waiting.

"And by work, I mean actual physical exercise, not just tossing around excuses." Nanami remarks smugly, making your lips part in surprise. "Wha- I'm not 'tossing around excuses', thank you very much." The audacity of this stupid, attractive man. You let out a playful huff and fix your hair. "Although I do find it rather surprising that you would invite me to your place."

Nanami chuckles, the low sound and smooth "Formalities aside, I'm willing to make an exception for you. After all, someone needs to whip you into shape." his gaze lingers on hers, a subtle spark of attraction evident beneath the surface. "Shall we?" without waiting for an answer he starts walking towards his car.

"Hey, I would say I'm in pretty good shape.. physically wise." you remark teasingly with a soft chuckle as you follow him towards his car.

You get greeted with the sight of a raised, skeptical eyebrow from him. "Is that so? Then perhaps we'll focus on refining your technique instead. You can't rely solely on brute force. Strategy and finesse are just as crucial." he opens the passenger door for her, his movements fluid and courteous. "Besides, I have a few.. exercises in mind that might put your physical prowess to the test." Nanami's tone remains formal, but a hint of suggestiveness creeps into his words.

"Great, can't wait.." you groan in exhaustion, not noticing his suggestive hint. Your head rests against the window of his car while you wait for the arrival to his apartment. Trees, pedestrians and other cars move by in a blur as you look out the clean window.

His eyes glance at her briefly, a fleeting glimpse of amusement crossing his features before focusing back on the road ahead. "I suppose you should conserve your energy then. We'll be getting started shortly." Nanami's voice remains steady, betraying no emotion, but his grip on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly as he accelerates onto the highway.

He emerges from the driver's side, his suit jacket fluttering open to reveal his crisp blue shirt underneath. "Please, come in." his hand gestures towards the entrance as he leads the way inside to his apartment. "We will start with some stretching exercises. I have a few routines that will help improve flexibility and balance." his tone remains professional, but his gaze lingers on her for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

"In that?" you point towards his clothes. "Scratch that actually, I'm the only one doing this, aren't I?" a sigh escapes you. You put down your bag on the floor and stretch your arms above your head.

Nanami pauses, one hand resting on the doorknob as he turns to regard you. "Ah, good point. Don't worry, I will change into something more suitable and join you." his gaze travels down her form, lingering on her curves before snapping back up to meet her gaze. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back." With a brief nod, he disapears into the bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

So here you were, alone in the apartment of your colleague who you have been crushing on for a year now. Totally fine, right?

You slap both palms of your hands against your cheeks and shake your head. Trying to distract yourself, you walk around his living room, taking in the minimal decorations. Your head turns towards his bedroom door as he re-emerges from the room, now clad in some sweatpants and a tight fitted shirt, showcasing his toned physique.

"Now then, shall we begin with some light cardio to loosen up your muscles?" his tone remains formal, yet a hint of anticipation underlies his words as he approaches her, his eyes locked on hers. "Alright, but don't be too hard on me - again." you chuckle and wait for his instructions.

"I assure you, I will push you to your limits but not beyond. Now, let's start with some jumping jacks. Twenty reps, please." he stands with his arms crossed, watching her every move with an air of authority, my gaze scrutinizing her form.

"Ah.. seriously? Isn't that like some high school stuff though?" you sigh and get into position as you start doing jumping jacks. His expression remains stern, unyielding to your protests. "High school or not, it's essential to build a solid foundation. You'd be surprised how many experienced practitioners neglect the basics. Focus on your form, and don't slacken your pace," he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he monitors your performance. "Focus on my form? With jumping jacks? Okay then.."

Nanami observes her movements, his sructiny unwavering. "Not bad. However, I detect a slight imbalance in your landing. Remember to distribute your weight evenly between both legs. And keep your core engaged." his voice remains firm, yet measured, as he provides constructive feedback. "Yeah, yeah.." you answer and keep your lips pressed into a thin line.

"I suggest you adopt a more receptive attitude. This isn't a trivial matter. Proper form is crucial to avoiding injuries and optimizing performance. Try again, and this time, heed my corrections."

"Why do I feel like a student all over again?" you sigh in slight annoyance and stop your jumping jacks. "Fine, fine."

He gives you a curt nod, acknowledging your efforts. "Better. Much better. Your posture has improved, and your footwork is more precise. Not, let's move on to the next exercise. We'll focus on building your strength now." he gestures towards the adjacent room, where various pieces of equipment are set up. "Please proceed to the pull-up bar. I'll demonstrate the proper technique."

You glance around the room, taking in various fitness gadgets in surprise. "Wow, Nanami.. didn't expect you to be that type of man. You know, the type who is so obsessed with working out." you let out a playful hum.

"This is not about personal indulgences. A well-equipped training area is essential for optimal results." he leads the way to the pull-up bar, his movements efficient and purposeful. "Now, pay attention. The key to a successful pull-up lies in engaging your latissimus dorsi muscles," Nanami begins to demonstrate the correct form, his words punctuated by precise motions.

"My what now?" you mumble to yourself in utter confusion. Your gaze drifts towards his working form, hungry eyes lingering on the veins popping out on his forearms every time he pulls himself up. Just then he halts mid-pull-up, his eyes locking onto yours with a faint glint of amusement flickering within. "Latissimus dorsi. The largest muscle in your back. Focus, please."

He releases the bar, dropping back down on the ground with ease. With a scoff you cross your arms over your chest, "Whatever, let me give it a go, Mr. Know It All." you joke lightly and grab onto the pull-up bar before lifting yourself up slowly. Nanami stand back, observing your form with a discerning eye. "You're managing to engage your lats somewhat, However, your grip could be wider, and your body straighter. Allow me to assist."

Nanami approaches her, his big hands closing around her waist as he adjusts her position, his fingers splayed wide. "Feel the stretch in your back, and maintain control throughout the movement." his voice stays calm, but the intimate proximity of your bodies sends a spark of pleasure shooting through his body. At the same time you bite down on the inside of your cheek as his strong hands grab you.

You feel grateful that your back is turned towards him, this way he can't see your cheeks turning a soft pink. "Aren't you straightforward?" you chuckle.

Ignoring your words, Nanami's grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly, his fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly. "Focus on your form. One more rep, please."

"Yes, Sir." an innocent hum leaves you as you begin to pull your body back up the pull-up bar, letting out soft breaths now and then.

His fingers seem to linger on her skin for a moment before releasing her. "Proceed to the mat. We will work on some grappling techniques." With a soft thud, you let yourself go from the gadget. "Grappling? So you can kick my ass again? Just what I want," she sighs and takes her place on the mat.

"Grappling is an essential aspect. You can't always count on your cursed technique. It requires strategy, agility, and control. Let us focus on some basic escapes and submissions." he assumes a neutral stance opposite her. "Let's begin with a simple wrist lock escape. Observe closely, and replicate my movements precisely." he extends his arm, offering her his wrist.

"Bla bla." you abruptly grab his wrist and twist it to push him down onto the mat with a controlled thud "Easy," a satisfied smile forms on your face. "Good initiative, but poor execution. You relied on brute force rather than technique." he pulls himself out of your grasp and rises to his feet, brushing off imaginary dirt from his clothes. "Again."

"This sucks.." you sigh and run a hand down your face in frustration. "Can't we do something fun instead? Like, fuck I don't know, chess. Would be way more fun than this." you grimace before grabbing his wrist once more to push him down and lower your body to sit on his back to hold him down.

Nanami remains composed, unfazed by her antics, as he lies beneath her, his wrists still clasped in her grasp. "You can have fun some other time." his tone maintains its formal quality, despite the unusual position they find themselves in. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe we've digressed sufficiently. Let's refocus on the task at hand. Release my wrist." he issues the command calmly.

You glance down at the side of his face with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Hm.. no." You feel his body tense beneath you, his muscles coiling in anticipation. "I see. It appears you're blurring the lines between playful banter and actual combat. I suggest you clarify your intentions."

"You could just roll over and pin me down with ease, Nanami.. Why haven't you done it yet if you are oh so irritated about my antics?" you tease him softly and lean your head closer towards his ear.

In just a moment his body is springing into action as he swiftly flips them over, pinning her beneath him. "Satisfied? Now, shall we resume the lesson, or would you prefer to continue exploring.. other avenues?"

You feel your body growing hot under his intense gaze, "Other avenues? Please, do tell." you wrap one leg around his waist to pull him closer, feeling his growing hardness press against your inner thigh making him grit his teeth ever so slightly.

"Hm, it seems you require a demonstration of the consequences of testing boundaries." he leans closer, his lips inches from yours. This is no longer a lesson for combat, but a display of discipline."

"Aren't you tough? All bark and no bit-" your taunts gets silenced as he claims your mouth in a firm kiss. Out of instinct, your press your chest further into his, deepening the kiss in the process. A soft moan of desperation leaves your mouth that gets swallowed by his own.

Nanami's tongue probes the depths of her mouth, his long fingers maintaining a firm grip on her waist and wrists. He breaks away from the kiss, his breathing heavy. "Now, shall we proceed to the next stage of this.. lesson?" he rocks his hips into hers, eliciting a quiet gasp from her. "Cut the teacher crap, Nanami." she breathes out hotly against his wet lips. "As you wish, but you will receive exactly what you're asking for." With that, he sweeps her up in his arms, carrying her towards the bedroom.

He deposits her on the bed, his tall form towering over her as he looks down at her flushed and desperate expression. "Undress. Now." his tone brooks no argument, as he begins to shed his own clothes with deliberate slowness.

Her eyes wander over his now exposed body, lingering on his cock that leaks with pre-cum already. Out of reflex, she runs her tongue over her kiss-bruised lips, making him flex his fists for a moment. "Mh.. I don't wanna," she bites back a smirk.

"Very well. If you insist on playing games, I will play too." With a swift motion, he reaches out and rips the shirt open, baring her torso to his hungry gaze. "What the fuck! I loved that shirt, aw." she pouts up at him with furrowed brows before glancing back at the now broken fabric on the floor.

Nanami raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'll buy you a new one, and also.. no bra? Naughty girl. Must have slipped my sight." he remarks, his gaze roving over her bared skin, eyes lingering on her perky nipples exposed to the cool air in the room. "Now, will you take off the rest of your clothes? Or should I do it for yo-"

"No, I'll do it myself this time." you scoff lightly and stand up to pull your leggings down, seeing Nanami's eyes following your every move. "Fuck.." you hear him mutter to himself - and god, was it hot to see him loose his composure. "Turn around and bend over, let me see all of you, pretty girl." A pleased hum escapes your lips as you do just that. You bend down over his bed, the soft sheets brushing against your skin, and the smell of him filling your nostrils.

"Mmh.. you know exactly how to tease me, don't you?" Nanami reaches out, his hand reaching out to run over the contour of her ass, the touch feather-light, while his other hand reaches down to stroke himself slowly. "Look at you," he whispers, his breath caressing the skin just above the waistband of her panties. "I can already see how wet you are. Is that because of me? Hm, pretty girl?"

You only manage to get out a weak nod accompanied by a soft whimper as he lets out a throaty chuckle. His fingers hook into the waistband and slowly peels her panties down, revealing her soaking pussy to his eyes. He settles onto his knees on the floor behind her. "Been craving your pussy so often, gosh.." he moans softly as he keeps his gaze fixated on your entrance while fisting his own arousal.

With a glance behind you, you see the scene unfold with hooded eyes. Just that alone makes your pussy clench around nothing. "Nanami.. don't tease me, please."

"I won't.. fuck, I won't." he breathes against your wetness, making you shiver before his tongue slides into the slick folds of your pussy. "Mmh, pussy tastes even better than I imagined." You stuff your face into his sheets as you feel his hot tongue run through your folds. "Oh god- hah,"

His hand leaves his cock, solely focusing on her pleasure as he holds her hips in place. "You like that? You like my tongue inside you, licking your sweet little cunt?" his voice muffled against her flesh, as he works her into a frenzy while his own hips desperately buck against his bed to relieve some tension. "Ohh, fuck.. Your tongue feels so fucking good!" she sobs into the fabric of the bed.

"Come for me, pretty girl. Come all over my face." he let's out a soft groan as he redoubles his efforts, desperate to drive her towards orgasm as he slowly enters two fingers inside her pulsing cunt.

She desperately pushes back against him, needing more. "Hah.. Nanami, please- fuck me already." His eyes flash in excitement, ceasing his oral assault as he stands back up to his full height. His angry red tip glistens with pre-cum, his hands running along her cheeks. "Turn around for me. I want to see your pretty face when you come."

And you do just that, laying down on your back as you glance up at him. He gently grabs your ankles and pulls you towards him as he lines his hard cock up at your entrance, poised to thrust deep. You impatiently wiggle your hips, wanting him to finally take you. You've been waiting for a whole year, after all. So if he doesn't start fucking you right this inst-

"Hah!" You throw your head back with a high-pitched moan as he slowly thrusts forward, his cock sinking deep into your pussy, filling you to the brim as he groans in satisfaction. "Fuck.. so hot." he mutters, hips drawing back before plunging forward once more, setting a slow yet deep pace. "Is this what you wanted? That I fuck you?" he grunts, his strokes growing more frenzied, his cock throbbing inside you.

The only thing that you can do is grip the sheets beside you and hide your flushed, pathetic face in them, frantically trying to hide your arousal.

His chest presses against hers as he leans forward, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her in place. "Don't hide from me, Darling. Look at me." he demands, voice rough with exertion as he continues pounding into her. "Watch me as I make you come," his other hand snakes around to grasp her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze as he himself drives towards climax.

Her eyes are unfocused as she gazes up at him, her mouth falling open as he fucks into her deep. "Oh f-fuck.. ngh, your cock feels so good!" she bites down on her bottom lip, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks with every thrust.

"You're going to take every last drop of my cum. You're going to milk me dry and beg for more, aren't you?" he coos into her ear. "I'm going to fill you so full of cum you will be dripping with it for hours.." his hand let's go of your chin, reaching down to rub your swollen clit in slow circles with the pad of his thumb. "I can feel you clenching.. are you close? Want you to come all over my cock, can you do that for me?"

Without even giving it a thought, your toes curl and your back arches up into him as your orgasm washes over you with a loud whine. Nanami hisses when your pussy tightens up. His cock surges deep one final time before erupting in a torrent of cum, flooding your hole with his seed.

He collapses forward, his chest heaving with exhaustion as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close.

You both lay there for a few minutes, catching your breaths. You feel him slowly pull out of you, making you both let out a soft gasp. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" his thumb runs over your cheeks, his gaze never leaving yours. "I hope I wasn't too rough-"

You interrupt him with a kiss, this one far more gentle than the others. "I'm fine, it was perfect. But.. you can make it up to me with dinner?" you glance away nervously, scared of rejection after what just happened.

What if he only saw this as a one time thing? You did rile him up quite a bit, maybe that was just him being a man. But is Nanami really that kind of man? Perhaps he doesn't even like you and this was hate sex? Plus, you both are colleagues. That would be really unprofessio-

"Of course, is there a specific place you would like to eat at?"

Oh.

♡ fanart from @ilameys on twitter ♡

♡ divider by @benkeibear ♡

[kawaiipeacemusic]

Just imagine this....

A/N: this may or may not be completely self-indulgent, but whatever. I also didnt know whether to write this in first or thrid person pov soooo yeah! enjoy!

The room was peaceful, the soft hum of the television filling the space as they lay sprawled across the couch, completely at ease. Their limbs were loose, their breathing steady, and the warmth of the blanket draped over them only added to their relaxed state. It was one of those rare moments of pure comfort, the kind where time seemed to slow down.

They didn’t notice the way the cushions dipped beside them, nor the quiet shift of movement creeping closer. A presence loomed just within reach, patient… waiting.

Then, without warning, a single fingertip traced along their side.

A sharp breath hitched in their throat, their entire body tensing instinctively. It wasn’t much—just the lightest, barely-there touch—but it sent a jolt of awareness through them. Their muscles twitched involuntarily.

They froze.

No.

Before they could react, the touch returned—firmer this time. Fingers pressed gently into their ribs, wiggling in tiny, calculated movements. The reaction was instant. A helpless, breathy giggle bubbled up before they could even think to stop it, their body twisting away on instinct.

"Oh?" The voice beside them was slow, teasing. "What was that?"

They shook their head quickly, willing themselves to stay still, to keep quiet. But their body betrayed them—another poorly stifled giggle slipped free, their shoulders scrunching up in defense.

That was all it took.

Their attacker grinned. "Ohhh, I think I found something interesting."

Before they could protest, both hands latched onto their sides, fingers kneading in quick, merciless movements. The result was instant—laughter burst from their lips in a sudden, uncontrollable rush as their body convulsed, limbs flailing against the cushions.

"Nonono—! P-please—!" they choked out between gasps, their hands desperately pushing at their tormentor’s wrists. But their fingers were weak, their body too consumed with laughter to put up any real fight.

"Please what?" their attacker cooed, completely unbothered. "You’re just so ticklish, it’s adorable."

They shook their head frantically, thrashing as the fingers dug into the hollows of their ribs, trailing down to their waist before moving right back up again. Their laughter pitched higher, breathless and helpless, as their attacker explored every sensitive spot with ease.

"Nohoho—I c-can’t—!" Their words broke off into hiccupy giggles, their body twisting in vain as their attacker shifted to straddle them, ensuring there was no escape.

"Can’t what?" The fingers slowed, only slightly, but now they were tracing featherlight patterns along their stomach, just enough to keep them squirming. "Use your words."

They gasped for air, trembling from the aftershocks of laughter. "I—" Their breath caught as a single fingertip dragged torturously slow along their side. A fresh giggle slipped out before they could help it, and they instantly clamped their hands over their mouth, trying to smother the sound.

Big mistake.

Their attacker grinned wickedly. "Ohhh, you’re trying to hold it in now?"

Before they could react, the fingers returned in full force, digging into the sensitive dip of their waist, skittering along their ribs, pressing into every single spot that sent them into hysterics. Their hands flew away from their face as another shriek of laughter tore from their throat.

Their attacker only chuckled. "That’s better."

They were losing their mind. Tears pricked their eyes, their laughter turning silent as they gasped for air. Their body jerked with every ticklish spark, every calculated movement keeping them helpless beneath their tormentor’s grasp.

Finally—finally—the tickling slowed again, though not without a few teasing squeezes to their sides just to make them twitch.

They lay there, chest heaving, weak giggles still slipping out as they curled in on themselves. Their entire body tingled, every nerve still on high alert.

Their attacker hummed in amusement. "You look exhausted."

They shot them a half-hearted glare, their face still flushed with residual laughter. "You…" They panted, voice weak. "Are. Evil."

Their attacker only smirked, reaching out to tap a single finger against their stomach.

They flinched so hard they nearly fell off the couch.

A satisfied chuckle followed. "You are way too fun to mess with."

They groaned, burying their face in the cushions. They knew one thing for certain.

This would absolutely happen again.

And they were completely, utterly doomed.

[cyllres]

Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Chapter 28

You stirred awake, the white ceiling of Ieiri’s infirmary coming into focus as the fog of unconsciousness lifted.

“Y/n… you're awake. I'm glad,” Yuuji’s voice broke through the silence, filled with a mixture of relief and concern. He was immediately by your side, his face etched with worry. You tried to speak, but your voice was little more than a rasp.

“Yuu…jii,” you croaked, attempting to sit up, but Yuuji gently pressed you back down, his hands firm yet careful.

“Lay down, Y/n,” he insisted, his tone serious, almost scolding. “Ieiri-san said that Nanamin found you in the sewers, injured. I thought you asked someone to come pick you up? You didn’t tell me you were going after that curse.” His voice held a note of betrayal, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.

You bit your lip, thoughts swirling as you tried to come up with an excuse, but nothing seemed sufficient. Instead, you sighed, your mind shifting to a more pressing concern. You quickly summoned Pochita into your arms, and a cold wave of dread washed over you as you saw its canine form, still mangled and bloody.

“Dammit,” you cursed under your breath, trying to channel your reverse cursed technique, but every attempt seemed to worsen Pochita’s condition. Whatever that patchwork curse had done to your creation was beyond your immediate ability to repair. You needed to find a solution quickly, but Yuuji’s presence complicated things.

“Y/n…” Yuuji’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up at him, his expression somber, eyes clouded with grief. “Junpei’s mother was found dead,” he said quietly, the words heavy with mourning. “I-I want to help him. I think I could save Junpei, but Nanamin said I might get in the way.” His voice wavered, uncertainty and desperation mingling in his tone.

An idea formed in your mind, dark and dangerous, but one you knew could work in your favor. “You should,” you rasped, your voice strained but determined. “Junpei… I think you could save him.” You insisted, despite the knot of dread tightening in your chest at the thought of Yuuji putting himself in harm’s way.

Yuuji hesitated, torn between wanting to protect you and his desire to help Junpei. “But… what about you?” he asked, clearly conflicted. “You’re hurt. I should be here with you.”

You forced a smile, suppressing the pain that flared with every breath. “I’ll be fine, Yuuji,” you assured him, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. “Right now, Junpei needs you more. You have to go.”

“But—” Yuuji began, still reluctant to leave your side.

“Please, Yuuji,” you interrupted, your tone firm despite the weakness in your voice. “I’ll rest here. Ieiri-san will take care of me, but Junpei… he needs someone who can reach him before it’s too late.”

Yuuji’s resolve wavered for a moment longer before he finally nodded, the determination returning to his eyes. “Okay… I’ll go. But I’ll come back as soon as I can,” he promised, squeezing your hand before stepping away.

As he left the room, you exhaled shakily, leaning back against the pillows, exhaustion washing over you. You hated the idea of Yuuji in danger, but it was a calculated risk you were willing to take. Besides, even from afar, you knew you could protect him if necessary.

-

“I’m fine, Ieiri-san, really,” you rasped, your voice still raw and broken as you slid off the hospital bed, your legs unsteady but determined. Ieiri watched you with concern etched deeply into her features, her gaze flicking between you and the bloodied form of Pochita that materialized on the bed. His small, battered body looked almost pitiful against the sterile white sheets.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help you heal yourself, Y/n-san?” Ieiri asked again, her tone more insistent this time. Her hands twitched, ready to begin the process of healing your ravaged vocal cords, but you simply shook your head, dismissing the offer.

You gestured to Pochita, the tiny, weakened canine form lying still, its chainsaw tail barely twitching. Ieiri’s eyes softened as understanding dawned on her. She nodded, already moving to tend to it.

“Thank you,” you managed to croak out, each word scraping painfully against your throat. “I’ll leave it in your care for now, Ieiri-san.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Ieiri’s voice followed you as you turned to leave. “You’re supposed to rest—!”

“I’m heading to the dorms, Ieiri-san,” you interrupted, forcing a tight smile despite the sharp pain that shot through your throat with each word. “I just need some sleep.”

Without waiting for a response, you walked out the door, the sterile scent of the infirmary quickly giving way to the more familiar, comforting smell of the Jujutsu Tech hallways. But instead of heading toward the dorms as you’d said, you veered into a dark, rarely-used corridor, the shadows here providing the perfect cover for what you were about to do.

“Testing, testing,” you murmured, your voice rasping and strained as you began to channel your reversed cursed technique. The warm, soothing energy flowed through you, gradually easing the sharp pain in your throat. With each breath, the sensation of healing spread, bringing a semblance of relief as your vocal cords mended and your voice regained some semblance of its former strength.

Your expression hardened as you summoned a transfigured human, the grotesque creature materializing before you, its body twisted and deformed, its eyes wide with terror. It whimpered pathetically, tears streaming down its disfigured face as it cowered at your feet, its sobs echoing off the walls.

You crouched down to its level, leaning in close enough to feel its ragged breath against your skin. “Shhh, I know it hurts,” you cooed, your voice a mockery of comfort as you gently caressed its misshapen head. “But it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before, right? Not after our little contract.”

The creature’s sobs quieted slightly, a faint glimmer of hope flickering in its eyes despite the obvious pain it was in. You offered it a twisted, almost tender smile, your words a soothing balm to its tortured mind. “I know, I know,” you continued, your tone softening as if you truly cared. “But I need you to do something for me.”

You pulled back, gripping the creature’s face tightly in your hand, your nails digging into its flesh as you began to manipulate its form. Slowly, its grotesque features shifted and morphed until it resembled you—a twisted, imperfect copy, but close enough to fool anyone who didn’t look too closely. The transfigured creature now stood before you, its eyes wide with fear, its mouth opening and closing as if it wanted to speak but couldn’t quite form the words.

You placed a finger to your lips, silencing it with a soft hush. “Don’t try to speak,” you whispered, your voice laced with quiet menace. “I want you to stay in my dorm, to lie low and avoid any interaction. Sleep if you can. But remember this—if you fail, if you’re discovered…” Your eyes narrowed, your grip on its face tightening, causing it to whimper in fear. “You will die. Immediately.”

The creature trembled, but it nodded, the fear in its eyes mingling with a desperate hope. “But,” you added, your tone softening once more, “if you succeed, I promise I’ll try to find a way to revert you back to your original self. Don’t you want that?”

It nodded again, more vigorously this time, clinging to the faint promise of redemption. You released it, watching as it shuffled away, your twisted doppelgänger disappearing into the darkness toward your dorm.

Pulling a black and dusty trench coat that you luckily found lying around, you quickly wore it, noting how the oversize hid your appearance.

A smirk curled at the corner of your lips, turning more sinister as you heard the faint squeak of a rat nearby. It was a reminder that even in the shadows, you were never truly alone. And that was just the way you liked it.

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“Most people would let go, you know,” Mahito taunted, his voice dripping with mockery as he watched Yuuji advance with a determined stride. Yuuji’s focus remained locked on Mahito, ignoring the provocation and charging in with renewed ferocity. Mahito’s smirk widened as Yuuji closed the distance, but before Yuuji could strike, Mahito was suddenly overwhelmed by a suffocating pressure—a sensation of being crushed by an unseen force. It was as if the very air around him had become dense and oppressive, pressing heavily against him.

Instinctively, Mahito recoiled, his body swaying as he summoned a doppelgänger to take his place. The moment the duplicate materialized, the pressure intensified, culminating in a violent explosion. The doppelgänger erupted in a shower of blood and gore, its lower half left in a mangled mess, while Mahito staggered back, stunned and disoriented.

“What the fuck?” Mahito’s thoughts raced, his confusion palpable as he tried to understand what had just happened. His distraction was immediate and complete, giving Yuuji the opening he needed. Seizing the chance, Yuuji launched a powerful attack, his fist connecting with Mahito and sending him reeling.

Mahito quickly recovered, his confusion giving way to a fierce determination. “You can’t defeat me, you know,” Mahito sneered, pressing his hand against Yuuji’s chest. “Just switch it already,” he added, murmuring, “Mui Tenpen.”

In an instant, Mahito found himself in Sukuna’s innate domain, the oppressive atmosphere shifting dramatically. Sukuna, sitting amidst a sea of skeletal remains, regarded Mahito with disdain. “You dare attempt to touch my soul?” Sukuna’s voice echoed with menace. “Since we both shared a laugh at that brat’s expense, I’ll allow it just this once. There won’t be a second time.”

Mahito’s fear was palpable as he faced the overwhelming presence of Sukuna. The suffocating pressure returned, paralyzing him with its sheer force. He felt trapped, unable to move or act, his body frozen under Sukuna’s gaze.

“Know your place,” Sukuna continued, his voice cold and commanding. “Fool.”

The intense pressure abruptly lifted as Mahito was jolted back to reality, only to be met with another heavy, crushing sensation. Instinctively, he moved away, summoning yet another doppelgänger. The duplicate burst apart in an explosive release of cursed energy, and Mahito’s restraints on Yuuji dissolved. Freed from his previous limitations, Yuuji wasted no time, pressing his attack with relentless vigor.

“I’m not going to switch,” Yuuji growled, his voice resolute. “I told you, I’ll kill you.” He struck with increased power, his cursed energy fueling his blows. Mahito, feeling the oppressive pressure once more, summoned another doppelgänger, which quickly exploded, leaving Yuuji momentarily confused about Mahito’s whereabouts.

Mahito was preparing to launch another attack on Yuuji when he was abruptly interrupted by a new arrival: Kento Nanami. Without hesitation, Kento swung his cursed tool with precision, forcing Mahito to leap away and distance himself from both sorcerers.

“Nanamin!” Yuuji exclaimed, visibly relieved at the timely intervention.

“I’ll lecture you later,” Kento responded curtly. “What’s the situation here?”

Yuuji’s expression turned somber. “I couldn’t save Junpei or his mom,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. Kento gave him a brief, understanding glance, noting Yuuji’s selflessness.

“Always thinking of others before himself,” Kento thought, shaking his head slightly. “First, explain your physical condition.”

“I’m fine,” Yuuji said, brushing blood from his face with a nonchalant shrug. “Just got some holes in me.”

“How is that fine?” Nanami asked bluntly, his tone leaving no room for ambiguity.

Yuuji sighed. “Also, a bunch of students from the school are knocked out in the gym.”

“Hey, you’re alive and kicking, seven to three sorcerer!” Mahito taunted, reverting to his normal form with a mocking grin. “Glad to see we both made it. How about a hug—?” His words were cut short by an intense, pressing sensation, the same suffocating force that had previously disrupted him. Instinctively, he moved away, summoning yet another doppelgänger. But before he could fully move away, the figure exploded violently, leaving half of Mahito’s body severely damaged. He grimaced, hastily working to heal himself.

“What’s that, Yuuji?” Nanami asked, glancing at the struggling Mahito.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Yuuji admitted. “But whatever it is, it seems to be causing him significant damage.”

“Alright,” Nanami said, his voice steady and strategic. “If another one of those occurrences happens, or if we get an opportunity to catch him off guard, we need to shower him with relentless attacks.” Yuuji nodded in agreement, both of them assuming their combat stances, ready to face the renewed threat.

With their plan set and the urgency of their situation clear, Yuuji and Nanami prepared to press their advantage, the battlefield’s tension mounting as they awaited their next move.

meanwhile

The shrine atop the mountain was cloaked in eerie silence, save for the faint rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the wind. A girl stood with an air of unwavering determination. Her posture was calm and composed, but her eyes betrayed a hint of cold, calculating intent. She kneeling Infront of a blindfolded transfigured human, trembling and weeping softly.

"Come on, say it," she urged with a voice that was deceptively gentle, yet carried an edge of steely resolve. "Ma-hi-to." The girl's words were deliberate, drawn out slowly as she leaned closer to the transfigured human, her gaze unwavering.

The transfigured human’s sobs grew louder as it struggled to comply. Its voice cracked, but the name barely escaped its lips. “Ma...hi...to…”

The girl’s lips curled into a smirk as she observed the human’s desperate effort. She stood up and turned her attention to the ancient shrine, her hand moving in a slow, deliberate motion. The transfigured human's body went limp, collapsing to the ground beside her with a sickening thud.

She isn't entirely sure if this would work on a curse, or if a transfigured human is sufficient, but she has to, especially right after that, disrespected her.

The girl's expression darkened as a crow, perched nearby, flapped its wings and took flight. It was her eyes and ears, surveying the situation from above. After a moment, the crow returned with unsettling news: it was still alive.

Annoyed, she exhaled sharply, her frustration palpable. She approached another transfigured human, which cowered before her. With a tone that was both sweet and chilling, she cooed softly, her voice laced with a sickly sweetness.

"Say it," she coaxed, kneeling down and gently cupping the human’s face. "Ma-hi-to."

The transfigured human, its form trembling with fear, nodded weakly. As she waited for the final utterance, the girl’s gaze remained fixed on the shrine, her mind already calculating the next steps.

[bubybubsters]

A Distressing Solstice

a/n: For my lovely @icey--stars I hope you have a wonderful holiday and thank you to the amazing people at @acotargiftexchange for making this a thing!

w/c: 2000+

warnings: 🐱

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Eris’s POV

Eris glanced in the full-body mirror one last time before taking a deep breath and praying to the Cauldron that nothing would go wrong. He was in a dark red vest that had black patterns covering a black shirt paired with black dress pants. It was the Winter Solstice and Azriel had invited him over to meet his family on good terms and to come clean about their not-so-secret secret relationship. Rhysand and Feyre had found out when catching the two lovers making out 30 minutes before a meeting. Surprisingly the High Lord and Lady had already suspected and was willing to hear them out. Lucien had also found out in a similar way, accidentally walking in on something he definitely never wanted to see again. Eris also knew Morrigan suspected because Azriel had dragged him halfway through Velaris to apologize and explain why he’d left her in the woods that day. If Mor knew, then all the females in the night court probably did as well. Really this was only for Cassian (because Amren always knows everything), the ‘poor oblivious Illyrian baby’ as Azriel liked to call him. Still, Eris’s nerves jangled nervously as he winnowed to the River House. Sparing a look at his watch, Eris realized he was fifteen minutes early. Oh well, couldn’t very well go back now… well he technically could…. Shaking the thought from his head he scanned his surroundings. Although he would deny it to the grave, the River House was as incredible as Az had told him. As he approached the house mansion, he glanced at the windows. Two silhouettes were too close to be casual. He smiled, happy for their love. Then, suddenly realizing one had giant wings, Eris froze, fearing what he was seeing. Creeping closer, he peered through the window focusing intently on the figure with wings. That same jet black hair. Oh no. It couldn’t be. Azriel would never. Eris’s face drained of all color as he saw his lover against the counter with Elain Archeron leaning forward to kiss him. Fire roared through his veins as his own heart broke at the sight and he thought of how devastated Lucien would be. Using every scrap of self control to not smash through the window and beat both Azriel and Elain up for their betrayal, Eris backed up. Indifferent mask falling into place as he watched their lips meet. He turned down the pathway and started the walk back to the unwarded areas. All while slamming up those steel walls in his heart and mind. Pushing his feelings into a teeny tiny box and once more becoming the High Lord. The High Lord that showed no mercy, no compassion, no joy, no love, nothing except cruelty. The High Lord he’d been before Azriel. When Eris reached the end of the wards, he looked back at the River House and without a single trace of emotion winnowed out.

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Bright light greeted him along with the shocked face of his little brother. The day court. “Eris! I thought you were with Az?” Lucien’s slightly worried voice broke Eris’ facade of indifference. His body gave out and he dropped to his knees in the middle of Lucien’s cabin. “Eris?! What happened? What’d he do?” Eris chuckled. He loved his brother. In a weak voice he asked, “Why do you assume he did something?” “Because you’d never hurt him.” Lucien’s arms encircled him and Eris felt himself being lifted off the ground. “You love him. You would do anything for that shadowsinger. He doesn’t deserve it, but you’d still do it.” “I loved him.” The words were another stab into Eris’ heart as Lucien sat him down in an armchair. “No, you love him. You, of all people, can’t unlove in twenty minutes. I know you Eris. You’re blocking your feelings, making yourself feel nothing. It’s not healthy, you’ve got to at least have closure if you’re going to end it with Az.” Eris glared, hating that Lucien was right. His damned emissary training made him absurdly good with words. “So, I ask you again. What happened?” “Luci… Ela- Elain kissed him. Your mate kissed my mate.”

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Azriel’s POV

It was eleven, Eris was four hours late. He probably wasn’t even coming at this point. Azriel drained his wine, glancing towards the door once more before Feyre drew his attention. “Do you know where Elain is?” It was the fifth time the question had come up, all directed at him. “No.” He’d rejected Elain again after she’d forced herself on him. She’d pinned him between the kitchen counter and not willing to hurt her, he’d been helpless. But she’d kissed him and he knew he had to do something but his body froze. He’d shoved her off after a moment and harshly told her he didn’t want her. He’d never wanted her. She’d just been a placeholder while he tried to find someone who was right for him. And he’d found that someone. She’d run off crying. He glanced outside again and still no fiery red head. “Az?” Rhysand placed a present in front of him as he looked down and Azriel with a worried gaze. “You alright?” Azriel nodded at his brother before taking the present. Carefully unwrapping the squirrel and acorn wrapping paper, Az pulled out the present. It was a small box. When opened it was a heart locket the color of autumn leaves. Upon closer inspection Azriel noticed that the locket was broken in two. He opened one side; it had a picture of Eris staring at someone not shown with a heated, loving expression. Frowning, Azriel opened the other locket to fine a picture of him staring with the same expression at someone else. He smiled slightly, putting the lockets together to show a picture of the couple locked in a heated gaze. Looking up at Rhys, his eyes watered at the incredibly thoughtful present. “It’s lovely Rhys. I love it and I’m sure Eris would if he’d bothered to show up.” His voice turned bitter and he let a little bit of his pain show. Anger shown in his brothers eyes. “I can’t believe he stood us up. I thought he was good. Do you want to go find him?” “He is good. I’m not sure. Give it another hour, if he’s not here by then we’ll go see what happened.” Rhys nodded, smiling at his brother before moving back to Feyre’s side and tucking her into his side. Azriel’s heart clenched at the love his High Lord and Lady had. He wished for it, especially the mating bond. But it seemed the Mother had deemed him unworthy of even that. Barely minutes later, Rhysand was once again standing in front of him. “Screw it Az, let’s find that asshole.” His brother had that look on his face that said he wasn’t going to back down on this front. “Fine… just let him explain before murdering anyone.” Rhys’ grin was a slash of white, “I make no promises.” He grabbed Azriel by the shoulder and winnowed them out. The scent of fresh fallen leaves hit him and Az relaxed slightly. He opened the cabin door and stepped in, Rhys a step behind him. “Er?” No answer. “He’s not here Az. Hasn’t been for hours.” Azriel nodded, stepping back into his shadows and winnowing away. There was only one more place Eris could possibly be. Az felt a knock against his mental shields. “I wish to do this alone, Rhys.” “Then best of luck, brother.”

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Lucien’s POV

Lucien heard a light knock against his cabin door and sighed, already knowing who stood outside. He couldn’t believe Azriel had cheated on Eris with Elain. Of all people. He wanted to give up on Elain, to find someone who wanted him and cared enough to accept and use his damn gifts. But she was his mate and that string connecting them wasn’t so easy to block. Lucien disentangled himself from his sleeping brothers arms and silently crept toward the door. “He won’t want to see you.” Meeting Azriel’s hazel eyes he felt a surge of anger, especially at the very faint smell of jasmine and honey. The shadowsinger looked confused at Lucien’s words. “Why? What did I do?” Lucien’s brows pulled together slightly, was it possible that Eris had gotten it wrong? That the situation he’d seen wasn’t what it’d looked like? An unwanted flare of hope ran through his body. “You… where were you fifteen minutes before 7:00?” “Umm.” Realization dawned on Azriel’s face. “Kitchens. Oh. So, Eris was early and saw through the window when Elain kissed me and assumed that I was cheating on him?” Damn. He’d gotten it right away. “Yep. And now you can come in, explain you hopefully weren’t cheating on him and make it so I don’t have a brooding high lord in my getaway cabin?” “If you’d step out of the doorway.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “Do you think he’ll hear me out?” Fear and sadness laced his tone. Lucien shrugged elegantly, “good luck!” He needed wine, maybe he’d stop by the River House and take a few of Rhysand’s good bottles and be back in time to kick his brother out before he had sex with the shadowsinger in his bedroom, again.

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Eris’ POV

A hand shook him out of his sleep and he groaned, batting the hand away. Said hand grabbed his hand and pinned it to the bed. Said hand wasn’t just calloused like Lucien’s but also had scars. Burn scars. Eris shot up, suddenly wide awake as he looked to his side and was met with a pair of hazel eyes. “Azriel.” He jumped off the bed as the memories of why he was at his brothers cabin came back. Azriel had cheated on him! With Elain. His brothers mate! “Eris, please. Let me explain.” A hint of desperation sparked in his eyes. “No! You kissed her! You-“ “Eris!” Azriel cut him off, rounding the bed to stand in front of him. “She kissed me! I-“ “You kissed her back! You know how much she means to Lucien and you still kissed her back!” “Lordling.” Azriel pushed him onto the bed and hovered above him, pinning his wrists to the mattress. “She kissed me and it took me by surprise so I froze. If you’d only stayed and watched another five fucking seconds you would have seen me push her away and tell her I don’t want her.” Eris’ emotions spiked, “Of course I didn’t stay to watch my mate kiss another! It’d tear me apart!” Azriel stilled above him. “Mate?” That’s when the bond snapped for him and Eris felt the mating bond go taunt. Rushes of desperation, surprise and love flooded his side of the bond. “Mate.” The confirmation alone made the bond glow with life. He leaned up, even as Azriel still pinned him to the bed, placing a gentle kiss on his mates lips. “I’m sorry I ever doubted your loyalty to me… I just assumed the worst and I shouldn’t have.” Azriel’s eyes softened and his body relaxed as he let got of Eris’s wrists and collapsed on top of him. “I love you, lordling.” Azriel’s hands cupped his face and he kissed him passionately, letting the bond between them come to life with shared love. “I’m the high lord. Not a lordling.” Eris grumbled into Azriel’s chest. “But I love you too, shadow boy. A waterfall of ice cold water hit the couple and they both yelped jumping up and out of bed. Eris glowered at his grinning brother as he magically dried himself and Azriel. “You’ll pay for that, Luci.” He grabbed Azriel’s hand and started to drag him out of the cabin. “At least I won’t have the scent of your sex in my cabin for weeks again!” Azriel glanced at Eris, “That long?” Eris grinned nodding, “Longer.” He winnowed them to his own getaway cabin. “Now mate, where were we?”

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A/n: Thank you for making it through that… hopefully without any cringing!

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thank you @artists-ally for keeping me sane with promises of that one thing and suggesting a name for Az.

[browneyedartist01]

Wouldn't it be crazy if Elaine's book was a retelling of demon lover trope. (Bluebeard,robbing bridegroom ect.) Where Elaine discovers that Azriel killed all his past lovers and inner circle covered for him.

So the whole book would be her trying to escape the night court with her sisters and nephew.

It could be similar to the first season of promises neverland (which is about a group of kids escaping a farm) where we watch Elaine and Lucian, her only outside source, work together to prepare for the escape.

We could follow Lucian as he tries to find somewhere safe for the women to hide from the bat boys, since they can't kill them, only to find out that most of the other courts aren't willing to help because:

A) Summer and Autumn won't take Freye in due to her past actions.

B) No one else wants war with Ryhsand.

Meanwhile, Elaine is planning the actual escape, using her skills to make/gather supplies for the trip, as she's traveling with not only Freye's baby, but with a pregnant Nesta (the inner circlewould would have pressure her into having kids earlier then she wanted).

All while Elaine is trying to maintain her relationships with the inner circle so they don't become suspicious of her.

Maybe she would need to find a way to either break her sisters' mating bounds or try to cover their scents to keep the bbs from tracking them.

Oh, and Elaine would also need to convince her family to actually leave with her. (Which seems impossible to her, because it Freye and Nesta)

Azriel could also have a pov where he's trying to discover who found his room of bodies (Elaine took a fingerbone) but at some point, he finds out about Elaine's plans but he dosen’t tell anyone because,

A) He's stupid

B) the others don't believe Elaine is capable of acts of deceit or anything cunning.

C) he's convince that he could pursue Elaine to stay with him, since she so "weak minded"

But of course that wouldn't work and the story would end in them escaping the night court.

Nesta and Freye would raise they're kids in a certain ruin court, while with Elaine and Lucian traveling in worlds for a couple of decades before settling down and living happily ever after.

The end.

[b1zmuth]

A Strong Tea For The Weak-Willed | Lucifer X Reader Oneshot

SC // slight angst, comfort, fluff, somber ending, despair x10

TL:DR: A homesick reader drinks tea and has a big fucking coming to Jesus moment about life before coming to the DD, lucifer sits with and drinks tea..?

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‘’With due diligence, patience will wear thin and the veil of sorrow will reveal itself.’’ … I remember that sentence from a book I borrowed from Lucifer. But for some reason, it..stuck with me. The feeling of despair crawled up my spine- the stomach-churning anxiety that came with each silly excuse to get me to stay. 

I've been staying in the common room for hours now, sitting by the fireplace to debate if I should really go through with leaving..

But staying here brings nothing but that same god-awful feeling to my body. Why bother staying if I'm just going to be constantly compared to her? 

I've chalked it up to just being homesick for months now- but there is no denying it anymore.

There is no WANT to go home, I NEED to return to where I belong- somewhere where these demons don't pester me about how I’m nothing like HER!’’ I’m just a weak, stupid replacement for HER’’ and don't even get me started about the constant threat of being mauled by Beelzebub or having to be on the receiving end of Satan’s wrath- which is already a punishment in itself mind you. 

It's only been three months since I arrived in the Devildom- three months of pure hell. It really makes me wonder what on God's green earth did I do to deserve being down here? 

What did I do to deserve this? This… unforgiving personal fucking hell? 

Feeling the hot and warm salty tears fall from the grace of your eyes, watching them fall with an unexplainable pearlescent shine of a mix between reds and blacks, that finally made you get a grip on reality- your own tears, staining the cushiony leather chair you sat upon.

I.. I can't stay here. But I have no options or a clue as to how to leave- I could ask Diavolo? No- no. That egocentric jerk seemed a little TOO eager for my arrival- I'll just take my chances and ask Lucifer..! Right! 

A deep, but authoritative loud voice spoke from your right, startling you.‘’A little eager to leave, aren't we?’’ ‘’..???” confusion now struck throughout your body, causing your heart and mind to start racing to find closure- comfort, fuck it, ANYTHING at that moment.

The voice belonging to the mysterious owner caused you to jump in an odd mix between genuine fear and confusion- ‘’I hope you weren't planning on leaving the House of Lamentation- especially not without my profound knowledge of your dismissal?’’ the voice spoke again, now in an accusatory-but-questioning tone …was it him? Just how long has he been there?

 ‘’You look awfully confused. Did you hit your head on the way here? Or are you just not competent enough to understand what I'm saying?’’ the voice, now with a darker tone, presumably irate that you’ve been straight ignoring them for three minutes now- ‘’I am very much competent- probably more fucking competent than the likes of YOU infact!’’ you snapped back, the irritation prevalent in your voice- your mouth finishing its sentence mere seconds before your body finally snapped towards the voice, letting you finally see who the pestering and belittling demon was..

And to not much of your shock, it was Lucifer.

‘’Fuck.’’ 

His daunting figure dragging along a matching despairful aura- sending chills down your spine and the suffocating-like grasp of just his presence alone making you uncomfortable- his monotone color palette that consisted of nothing but black, grey, and red did nothing to help the situation. 

‘’For someone who was just wallowing in their own self-despair, you seem to be quick at the mouth.” He said, his legs crossing over from one to the other- “why cry in such a public place? Why not wallow in your despair in the comfort of your own room?” 

You scoffed at his comment, wiping your tear-stricken face- “What does it matter to you? Any room in this god-forsaken house fills me with nothing except for the longing for my HOME! To see my home again Lucifer! The place where I can walk around in peace without having my life constantly threatened- to stop being compared to your DEAD sister! Is that what you all wanted from me?! To be a ragdoll designed to take your anger out on?!” You yelled, the tears that you had just stopped from flowing- now coming out in full force, a waterfall of tears raining down upon the neat carpet underneath you. 

“Is that, truly, how you feel about being here?” Lucifer asked, his monotone voice doing nothing to appease your shattered heart- “Sit down. I will go prepare some tea, maybe that will cease your meticulous weeping.” He sighed, motioning his hand for you to sit down.

It took you a couple of seconds of internal conflict with yourself and staring at the slowly disappearing figure of Lucifer for you to finally get yourself together enough to sit down. 

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Eventually, Lucifer returned with a tray of tea and some pastries- cookies and sweet bread you guessed. 

After setting down the tray of goods Lucifer dusted himself off before finally sitting down and taking a sip of his tea, swirling the pearlescent-colored liquid around his cup- “do you really feel that distraught about living with us?” You paused, taking a moment to process what Lucifer just said.

“Of course. Who wouldn't? I was ripped from my home via some mysterious force, took to a random place where I knew nobody except for the nine men in front of me that I hoped I would get to know- but that was wishful thinking, right? It's been three months of constant reminders that I will never be like Liltith, this HOUSE is a constant reminder that I will probably never see my home again, my family, my friends-“ you ranted, only to be quickly cut off by Lucifer.

 “My life before I was dragged down here. That's what you were going to say, right?” He responded, his icy cold gaze softening after listening to how your situation was and how it resonated with how he felt- “I know it may not seem like it to a human like you, but I understand how you feel. That feeling of never being able to go to your true home, to see your family again- because I've experienced it, and already are experiencing it. He started, holding up a gloved hand to stop your confused questions. 

“I apologize for my brother's actions towards you. I find it utterly disgusting and unacceptable that they would treat you, someone innocent, that way. I apologize for the way I, myself, have acted towards you- not being there enough for you when you are in the same boat as I once was.

I have failed you, as both a caretaker and the only guide you have had.” He ended, placing his cup of tea back on the tray and bowing his head in an apology. 

“… We are in the same boat? Seriously Lucifer, you are a demon- is this not your home? You live here, your home is nothing but a mere twitch away!” You slightly lurched forward in your chair, holding your hand out at Lucifer to further prove your point. 

“You are clearly not a big reader of that “bible” you humans love to pass around.” He shook his head before reaching for his teacup. 

What a dick. How can you be a demon and want to talk to ME about “not being able to return home” and “being in the same boat as me” for him? This is his home here- my home is forever out of my grasp, most likely destroyed! Hell, I'm probably dead and Diavolo is just toying with me about this whole “Exchange Student Program”! What could HE, LUCIFER, know… know- 

And then it clicked. 

Lucifer, the avatar of pride, someone who fell from the shining graces of Heaven, someone's home who isn't a “probably never to be reunited with” but an “Eternally confined to the fiery pits of hell for your wicked soul to find eternal damnation”. 

Someone who would never see a part of his family, someone who would constantly be beaten down by people he didn't even know well- us humans and the angels. 

Someone who would never go home again.

Taking a sip from his tea, Lucifer smiled at your now bewildered face- ‘’Its not a difficult task to evade through, i will guide you, but only if you really need my guidance.’’ he uncrossed his legs before standing up and offering his hand towards you, gaining a small smile from you in response.

Taking up Lucifers offer, you took his hand in yours, feeling the small warmth that emanated off of his hand- despite the obvious barrier of straight leather glove that ceased any skin-to-skin contact with the taller male. 

‘’If you could get Satan to stop throwing piano’s at me.. That would be nice change of pace.’’ you motioned towards the half smashed piano that was stuck in the nearby wall, getting a displeased groan from the latter and another apology, now for the hazardous mess you had to evade everyday- ‘’Also, thank you for the tea, it tasted original.. Does it have a name?’’ you questioned, your head instinctively turning upwards to look at him.

‘’A Strong Tea For The Weak-Willed. The herb leaves i added help with stress and dopamine levels, although, im pleased to hear that you enjoyed it.’’ he smiled tiredly at you, your conversation lasting all the way up until the both of you made it to your room door.

You thanked him for the walk before wishing him a goodnight and heading into your room- but not before being able to hear him reciprocate the same words back. 

‘’Goodnight, MC.''

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This was my first ever fanfic! I tried to keep with the plot and implement the comfort parts without making that said comfort feel rushed, and I for ONCE wrote out the plot and didn't do freeballing it lol

I hope you enjoy it! also, SC stands for story contents (it was actually supposed to be TW but I thought that one over and confused myself)

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[sugolara]

The day came in which you left me

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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The Final Season

“There were still so many things I wanted to say to you.” Right eye looking through the small lens of the scope, she swallowed the saliva building in her mouth, keeping her focus on the dead wandering through the trees of the forest, just around Sorston. Though she wasn’t alone as other people were hunting for wildlife, she was alone in her own world, tasked to get rid of the dead because she had made a name for herself. During the month and two weeks, she’s been helping keep the dead from reaching the walls as well as interfering with the hunting and with winter just about to hit, all animals were ready to hibernate. “To do with you.”

The pads of her finger touched the cold hard metal of the trigger and despite her body shivering from the cold, she steadied herself as one wrong mistake could fatally wound her teammates. One of them was just ahead, luckily to blend in with the area. It was interesting to see that some dead behave differently and there seemed to be a lot more. While some slept like a human, other deaths continued through the night and even through the cold. From the words of Nezu, the dead that moved must have been freshly turned. It was a theory, but everyone agreed.

Even so, ignoring some had just turned, it was a relief to know that there were still people out there. And speaking of people, a lot had left Sorston after Tomura’s demands increased. Only a few people resided and while it did break Nezu’s heart, if they couldn't confide in him, he wasn’t going to keep them hostage. He still hadn’t told the people about his new building of the community as so a word didn’t get to Tomura. Nevertheless, they were still welcome and because they had left F/n had to creep away from the shadow and show herself. Her figure only raged Toga’s mind.

Pressing down, the soft echo of the bullet flying lodged itself to the dead's head where it then fell, lifelessly this time. She leaned away from the sniper, looking around in case any other dead heard it and was now moving towards her, but when no sign was shown a disappointed sigh crawled out of her. “Sometimes, I want to let myself go and be weak just like everyone else. You were the glue to my cracked heart and yet you were the one to break it. So what am I to do without you?”

“Denki was telling us we should have done the hunting a long time ago.” Moving her e/c eyes to her side, they locked with the shade of brown. Just underneath those were pink cheeks, brighter than before due to the cold. It was a characteristic that only suited her, “And you know, he’s right. Instead of depending on the supplies we should have gone hunting. It wasn’t much difficult due to the sun still being out, but now it’s going to get a lot harder.”

A blink of an eye and F/n turned back to focus on any dead lingering around, “..Why didn’t we?”

The both of them were crouched down by a log and unknown to them, just inside of it were wild rabbits with newborn babies. Shrugging, Ochaco removed the water from her bag, placing it next to F/n’s feet, “Some people didn’t agree to it. The idea was announced by..Mr. Yamada, but no one was willing to step outside and no one wanted to eat anything that had contact with the dead. Everyone’s so scared of taking risk.”

Seeing one of the hunters set a trap, F/n made sure to keep any dead from interfering, “They’re scared, it’s natural for them to be cautious of everything. No one even knows how it all started so it makes sense.”

Ochaco eyed her for a brief moment before looking down at the log and picking at the moss with a stick, “I heard…it was rabies.”

Though she wanted to look at the girl in surprise, she refrained from doing so. It was the first any hint of the virus was spoken, “Rabies..? That's…”

“I overheard someone and I didn’t know whether to believe it. Then, when you got sick, people were waiting around for you to turn and if you did, then we would have gotten an answer. Thankfully, you didn’t.” A quiet sigh escaped from Ochaco as she reached into her bag to pull out a sandwich in a bag, “Anyways, Katsuki wanted me to drop these off.”

Hearing the item being placed by her dirty shoes, F/n let out a soft scoff, “You can tell him I don’t need a mother to watch over me.”

Chuckling, Ochaco placed her bag on her shoulders, “Mina and Eijiro told him that, but he said you haven’t eaten anything since this morning and considering we’ve been out here all day and something about knowing you, you’d rather starve than pack any lunch.”

Seeing the trap being finished and the hunter moving along with no dead around, F/n looked away, “Well, you can tell him thanks and that I’m not a baby.”

“I'll tell him so.” She chuckled again as she stood up before leaving, “One more hour and we’re heading back, okay?”

Receiving a nod, Ochaco left and F/n was alone in her thoughts. Seeing the hunter move, F/n followed along. When they settled on an area that showed wildlife, the hunter waved his arms to signal their stop, allowing F/n to find a spot to where she could hide for the time being. Each hunter had a spotter and they both relied on each other. Not only did the hunter have to find rodents, but they also had to make sure the area was clear of dead while the spotter made sure to keep any wandering dead from attacking.

And while her hunter looked nervous she had to give it to him, he kept himself as cool as a cucumber, “Tamaki get down. I see a dead just a couple steps from you.”

Hearing the radio in her hand static before hearing his voice and seeing him get low on the ground, she pointed her sniper to the dead where she then shot it. Making sure it stayed dead, she signaled for the male that the coast was clear. “Thank you, F/n.”

“No problem..” She placed the radio to her side where the sandwich and water bag sat. A sniffle was heard as she leaned away from the weapon. From the corners of her eyes, the sad meal waited for her attention and it aggravated her stomach. There were lunch breaks, but if the community wanted food, then she’d have to wait. Guess, Katsuki was right about her. “I still think about what Nezu said; That as long as we remember and cherish their memories, you’ll all still be with us. I like to believe that’s true.”

Hearing the sounds of the leaves crashing onto each other as the wind intensified. She watched as her teammate was able to capture a sika deer with a bullet of an arrow. The beautiful creature lying down on a patch of grass with blood flowing from the stomach slowly took in breaths, its stomach rising before it finally succumbed to its injuries. “Will you forgive me, if I forget about you?”

Putting down his weapon, his blonde brows furrowed as a scoff left his lips, “That's all you were able to get? A damn squirrel?”

Adjusting the bow on her shoulders, Mina held up the squirrels by their tail, a distasteful look on her face, “They all probably got to hibernating already.”

“Squirrels don’t hibernate, dumbass.” Katsuki placed his gun on his shoulder, “They just sleep in their holes all fucking day.”

“Maybe we should look in their holes.” Mina suggested, but she glared at Denki who laughed. “She said look in their holes.”

“Dude, could you be any more immature.” Eijiro embarrassingly said, all of them making their way back to the community. Unlike the others, he and Denki weren’t able to find any rodents, “People are already disappointed, they’ll be even more when we come back with just one squirrel.”

Joining them to their side, Ochaco took a sip of her water while shaking her head, “Actually, Tamaki and F/n were able to get a deer.”

“What!?” The group turned their eyes to the girl and beside her was Tenya who cleaned his glasses. “Yes, it's true, even Gunhead and Ms. Tsuchikawa were able to find a buck. Tonight we’ll be eating well, especially with Ibara and Kinoko pulling out the freshly grown vegetables. It's been a while since we had a big meal.”

“And shared with everyone.” Mina added, a sigh coming out, “It’ll be good and it’ll feel like we're all one big happy family.”

“Except we’re not.” Denki grimly added, “Not everyone’s here and we're not all happy with our friends being dead.”

While his friends eyed him, he did have a point. If everyone in Class 3-A were here, they would be happy like they used to be. Carefree. Enjoyable. And pure happiness. Without them, it didn’t feel like a class nor a family. So they kept that conversation in the dark and changed it. While the others talked, Katsuki stayed in the back next to Tenya who constantly cleaned his glasses from the fog.

Ever since Shoto’s disappearance, the taller male kept to himself, “Any word on that freak in the workshop?”

Eyeing him curiously, Tenya spoke, “Mei?”

“Thought the freak part was obvious.” Katsuki nodded.

“Well,” A breath was released, “she wants me to do a run sometime this week, but with other importance in the way, I won’t have time. I was actually thinking of coming to you to ask. So, will you?”

A mix of worry and hope was seen, but Katsuki didn’t care as he was going to do it either way, “Yeah, just get me the list.”

Truth was, a part of him only bothered to do the favor because of how close he and Shoto were. He wasn’t even when Shoto arrived nor the time he left, “Any word on…Icy-hot?”

The glass eyed male held in a sigh, “You know the search was called off a while ago, so why do you ask?”

He received a shrug, “Don’t know. Guess it just feels off without him here.”

“..It does.” Tenya, despite feeling saddened, smiled, “I was hoping…I would get a chance of seeing him one last time.”

He let his eyes wander off, “Me too.”

It wasn’t long before they reached the community. At the front gates, they saw their meals and quickly running was Denki and Mina with a wide grin. “No way! That's one big fat meal!”

Rolling his red eyes they soon landed on the girl next to the gates. She stood by Tamaki, Gunhead, and Ryuko, but he didn’t care for them as he approached F/n, “Bet you made him be bait to score a giant sack of deer meat.”

“Don’t be funny.” F/n smiled, her arms being crossed over her chest as she watched the other people she didn’t really bother to know carry in the dead deer for dinner, “It’s an herbivore. Our body isn’t their first choice of meal.”

He lightly let out a scoff, her smile causing butterflies to roam in his stomach, “So, which one of you took it down?”

“I thought I let Tamaki do it.” She rolled her shoulders as they entered the community. The gate being them being closed, “Hunting…isn’t my thing anymore.”

He quirked a brow though decided it was best to not pursue that conversation. Instead he looked at her bag on her shoulders that looked weightless, “Did you eat what I sent?”

“Of course I did Katsuki, ever heard what happens when you poke a bear?” She smiled as she reached into the pockets of her jackets. He grumbled with a roll of his eyes at her as he could hear something crinkle and when she pulled out she handed him the empty sandwich bag. Formed into a crumbled ball it sat neatly in his palms, “Wouldn’t want to upset you.”

“Yeah, you better not.” He placed it in his pockets, catching up to her as they entered their home; the one where the other two resided. “I do hope that when I die I’ll still remember you in my next life, Izuku.”

[dazz-linglight]

Hello hhave you done a NSFW alphabet with Hwa if not can you do one?

A TO Z NSFW - Seonghwa

A = Aftercare:

He's very caring and always makes sure you're feeling well, so every time you get intimate he will go on a checklist to take care of you. Cleaning, getting you hydrated, sending you for a bath and having food ready. His favorite part is pillow talk, he’ll hold you against his chest and stroke your arms and shoulders while listening to you.

B = Body part:

Your thighs are his weakness. He just loves it and kiss them on every opportunity, squeezing and marking when he goes down on you.

C = Cum:

He prefers to cum on his favoite part of your body: your thighs. He loves to paint them white and smear it around.

D = Dirty secret:

His mind go specially wild when he sees you wearing his clothes. He loves how big it looks on your body and it gives him an insane urge to fuck you with his shirt on.

E = Experience:

Mildly experienced. He didn't have many partners in his life but he does his best and always does researches to improve on what he doesn't know.

F = Favorite position:

It's definitely mating press for him. Having your legs over his shoulders, being able to see your fucked out expressions and muffling your loud moans with kisses. This position allows everything he wants: very little distance, eye contact, your submission. That's an image he always keeps in mind, you folded in half like a gift just for him.

G = Goofy:

He rarely gets gofy during sex, because he's rather focused on making you feel good, so most of times he's serious into the mood.

H = Hair:

He keeps it short, trimming it once a week or once in two weeks when he's busier.

I = Intimacy:

The intimacy is an important aspect for him, it's one of the moments he feels the closest to you and wants to show how much he loves you and your body. He's a very passionate lover.

J = Jack off:

He only does it during tour when he gets too excited and you're not there. He's not one to do it just for fun.

K = Kink :

He definitely have a daddy kink, but he's more on the soft dominant side and marking, but not in obvious places since he likes to make them as your little secret. Bondage as well, he thinks a lot about the trust that goes behind it.

L = Location:

Preferably in private and comfortable spaces, like your room or his with nobody else around.

M = Motivation:

Biting is like the cherry on top for him. Even if you do it playfully or for tease his eyes will darken and he will grab you closer to bite you back and kiss you hard.

N = No:

He’s can give you a bit of control during sex, but he’ll never let you straight up dominate him. He's always on control.

O = Oral:

He totally loves to put that tongue to good use and go down on you and he won't get up from there until he's taken at least two orgasms out of you.

P = Pace:

He likes to stable, not too fast and not slow. His thrusts are deep and you can feel every inch sliding inside you. He’ll pick up the pace if he’s really pent up and specially when he's close to his own orgasm.

Q = Quickie:

It's not something he goes for often, they aren’t really his thing , but he's not totally against having one if you show interest or get really desperate.

R = Risk:

He’s willing to experiment and put some of his researches into action, as well as taking your sugestions as long as it's not too risky. He prefers to stay relaxed and enjoy the moment rather than worrying about external stuff.

S = Stamina:

Usually goes for two rounds, maximum three. Each round lasts for a good while, given his good stamina and the stable pace he goes for.

T = Toys:

He likes to browse through sex toys online from time to time to find something new to bring to your sessions. His favorite ones to buy are chokers and cute anal plugs for you.

U = Unfair:

He doesn’t tease you so often, but when he does, lord have mercy on you, because you won’t be leaving the bed for at least an hour as he continuously brings you to the brink of orgasm and pulls it off you right before you can have that bliss.

V = Volume:

He's most on grunts and groans, the grunts being on the quieter side. His groans are louder when he's close to cumming. He only moans when he cums, squeezing your hips tihgt enough to leave fingerprints.

W = Wild card:

You’re going to find out pretty soon into your intimate relationship with Seonghwa that he has a thing for ripping your underwear, but it's okay because he always comes home with new ones to replace those he destroyed.

X = X-ray:

He's a little above average. It’s not too big that will give you trouble to fit or that will hurt you, it's the right size to give you the most satisfying stretch you can think of.

Y = Yearning:

He's okay with having sex once or twice a week, but he can never turn you down if want to have sex more often than that, specially when he's back from tour.

Z = Zzz:

He can’t fall asleep before you do. He loves to rub your back until you doze off and he likes watching you sleep for a bit as he thinks about how lucky he is to have you in his life.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Dark Sky

goddess!y/n comes to earth and meets the human that goes by the god given name of harry styles

MDNI >> goddess!au, kind of power play I guess, smut, mature content, oral sex (male receiving)

The land that moulded beneath her bare feet felt foreign; it had been an age since she had ventured into the mortal realm. And the only reason for her unlikely return was the reprimand of prayers that flowed from the lyrical lips of human, a single one that was in distress for her presence. Y/N did not care for the qualms of the temporary life force of the human that begged for her to reach out to him, she was simply intrigued by his delicate offering.

He was willing to give her his voice, the one that had gotten him so very far in life. A talent wasn’t something to be disregarded in such a way, but it mused promise and amusement to the goddess who was willing to answer his beck and calls. He was seated beneath the stars, the twinkle of his eye being reflected in the abyss of the midnight sky that Nyx shouldered as a cape in her bleak travels across the far and wide of the beyond.

It was an innocent reflection that danced around his pupils like the shooting star of a journeying messenger, he was grasping at the straws growing out of the ground, desperately wanting his religion to pose itself in the wake of his shadow. But there was nothing but the dark sky above him lulling at how he was seated on he little private hill, or so he thought. Harry was quite elegant for someone of this time, the immortal thought as she studied him and his narcissistic expectations.

He didn’t notice her, he couldn’t notice her as she shielded herself from his sight for now - she had to make sure he was worthy of her good deeds. As she neared him whilst covered in an invisible visage, her breath drafted coolly over his face, causing a prickling of his soothed flesh to ascend to the surface layer of his delicate flesh. Harry felt as though someone was directly in front of him but nought he could see with his distinguished sight, and thus he leant back so that the fanning breeze could wash over him like a tide of grace.

However when the distinct ghosting of a sightless hand raggedly groped his crotch, his pulse rose in more than a singular destination. A melody of unanticipated pleasure timidly drafted out from the man’s pillowing lips as he struggled to collect himself despite the coincidences of this untimely grappling upon his established feature of manhood. As much as common sense told him to pull away from the mysterious yet somehow familiar handling of his body, he couldn’t succumb to the surrender; he was far too narcissistic to deny himself of nature wanting to defile his filthiest fantasies.

And thus he relaxed into the groping sensation that eventually began to drag the fabric that dressed his legs down his strong hips and farther down. There was dew tickling the back of his thighs as he respectfully leant his jaw back and closed his emerald orbs from capturing the indescribable woman that appeared in the open wedge of his spread legs. He all but was ignorant to his ability to see her until he jolted up in surprise as incredibly magical lips wrapped around the head of his erected cock, his lids peeling open to witness the criminal of the ongoing mind game. “I heard you calling for me, and thus I came to earth to grant your darkest desire. No need for concern, I am not going to take your voice, I want to hear every weak noise you humans make in the pleasure of your greed.”

By god, he was done for, his combative wishes were being fulfilled as she once again enveloped his cock within her mouth, effortlessly sliding the majority of his length down her throat, and not once did she gag. Her bejewelled eyes of Y/E/C stared straight through his tentative soul as she sucked it out of his vessel, enforcing his back to arch in a motive of having every inch of his length stuffed in her otherworldly mouth. It was the greatest amount of pleasure that he, as a mere mortal, had ever felt. Images of Olympus flashed into the peripheral of his rolling eyes, it was a beautiful view, but nowhere near close to how the flips in his stomach were making him.

Harry tried to hold back the breaking of the dam that was his starlight endorsing and glorified finish, however it flowed on its own accord and pooled in the mouth of the goddess Y/N, whom savoured every drop that cascaded down her throat. “Oh my Lord!” His hands massaged his own curls atop of his head as he relieved himself of the endurance that he had spent during his high. A smirk riddled Y/N’s ageless face as she reformed herself in a more polite manner, watching her consenting victim squirm beneath her judgemental gaze. “That is indeed one way for you to put it.” She agreed, and she allowed him to drown in her beauty for moments longer until she vanished from the spotlight of the moon, returning home with another tale involving mankind.