#tried to try some new stuff with the shadows today

[friskalicousbiscuits]

Neglected The Mask!reader x platonic Yan!Batfam

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5

I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and when they are referred to by other people, its “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.

Chapter Four

6:13pm

Today marked the fourth day you possessed the mask. As of now, you were doing your usual jog home. It was about six, which was about as late as you dared to get out of school. Your particular jog this evening was a little closer to a run due to the second newest rogue in Gotham.

The Shadow Thief.

No, no, not that one Hawkman villain who can turn into a shadow and steals from museums and stuff. This Shadow Thief actually steals shadows.

Since yesterday night, a little bit after you retired from being a rogue and singing at the Penguin’s club, multiple people have reported their shadows being stolen. It was all over the news! A mother, a husband, a child, whoever this was clearly had no discrimination. Heck, they’ve even successfully hit Mr Freeze! One of the biggest rogues in Gotham! It was apparently in the middle of a fight with Batman too. According to witnesses, Robin also got his shadow stolen as well, but the Bats left before it could actually be confirmed.

Now as for you? Like mentioned before, you were just running, and praying that this guy doesn’t steal your shadow too.

You were almost home free too. Then, you just happened to turn the corner just as some guy was getting his shadow stolen.

Crappy luck, am I right?

You skid to a stop, wide-eyed as the man thrashed and tried to punch at the shadow thing swarming him.

“Get offa me!” He yelled gruffly before the living shadow’s hands grabbed onto his own shadow. The sound of it peeling away from the man was similar to a shriek. The man’s shadow also clawed at the thing trying to steal it away before it stuffed it into a sack. The man dropped to the ground, arms going around himself. “Cold… fuck, it’s freezing.”

Okay, you need to leave. Now.

You took a step back as quietly as you could. That didn’t stop the shadow from whipping its head towards you. It… stared? It didn’t have a face so you couldn’t really tell, but you got the distinct feeling that it was in fact, staring at you. It fell into a crouch. You thought it was about to lunge at you, but then it jumped. High into the sky until something else, a blur of green and blue could be seen locking elbows with it. They spawn in the air together slowly falling to the ground. It reminded you of leaves.

“What? What’s got you so riled up?” You could now see that the blue and green blur…

…was a kid?

He looked to be around Damian’s age, and while shorter height-wise than your brother, the kid’s hair, that was sticking almost straight up, would’ve surpassed Damian. Speaking of his hair it was a dark blue with whitish streaks.

Almost like he-who-shall-not-be-named.

Though, the kid had two white streaks instead of one. His skin was blue too, lighter than his hair and he was dressed like, well, the closest thing you could compare it to was an edgy Peter Pan, minus the hat. And judging by the way he and, what you’re assuming is his, shadow fell so gracefully? He probably had some fairy dust on him too.

You noticed the shadow start pointing at you, and jumping a little bit as if excited. Oh right. The kid was talking to it.

Could it not talk back?

You watched the kid’s eyes land on you. They very visibly brightened and the next thing you knew, you were being almost tackled by both the kid and his shadow. The kids arms were around your neck, so was the shadow’s but you couldn’t really feel them. The momentum from them running at you and jumping on you caused you to spin for a little bit while they still both held onto you. When you eventually stopped both the spinning and feeling the dizziness from said spinning, you tensed, waiting for it the try and peel your shadow away like plaster.

But nothing came.

“There you are! Marked by the mask! Oh buddy oh pal, it’s so good to see you again!” The kid said with a grin as both he and his shadow let go and dropped back to the ground.

“What?!”

Both the weird, little, blue-skinned child and its shadow started circling you, looking you over. “So what’s the deal this time? You a warlord again?”

“No?”

“Outlaw?”

“No!” You exclaimed, though that one was technically true.

“Tyrant?”

“N—”

The kid held up a hand. “No. I get it.” He and his shadow stopped circling to stand in front of you. “So then what’s your deal now? You’re a little younger than the previous times but…”

“But what? Who even are you?!” You were extremely confused. You were also a little stuck on the marked by the mask thing.

Did that mean what you think it meant?

The kid stared a little dumbly before letting out an “Ooooooooh.” He let out a little laugh. “Right. You’re not Masky right now, that’s my bad. Skillet’s the name and stealing shadows is my game.” Skillet put a hand out for a shake.

You very hesitantly shook it. “You’re the shadow thief?” You asked as you also shook the shadow’s hand. It felt more like shaking air, but you supposed it was the thought that counted.

“Correct-o! Keeps me young. I don’t look a day over 12, do I?” Skillet bragged.

“Not at all.” You said, a little dumbly, still confused. He really did look twelve, but if that was the case… “How old are you then?”

“Four thousand.”

A small silence pooled between you both.

“Four thousand?” You repeated, tone incredulous.

“A shocker, I know.” The kid said with a proud grin as both he and his shadow twin started to float.

He didn’t even sprinkle some fairy dust on himself. Wow.

“Listen Masky, I got places to be shadows to steal, and you can’t become my Masky until nightfall. So…” Skillet spun around until he stopped and pointed at Gotham’s Clocktower. “Ooh! Meet me over there when you put the mask on.”

“Okay?” Wow, you were actually agreeing to this. Meeting up with this random magical kid who steals shadows.

Was this your first villain connection as a rogue?

Was that also appropriate to be happy about if that was the case?

“Great! We’re gonna have so much fun together again! Just you and me! Torturing the innocents!”

“I’m sorry, what?!”

Skillet and the shadow waved in sync. “See ya later!” With that, they flew off, leaving you to watch them go in utter confusion.

Bruce Wayne - Batman POV

10:28pm

Constantine was back in the cave again. After his incoherent rant from yesterday that involved the words mask and Loki, he’d left and said he’d be back the next day to “further ingrain how bloody bad this is”. The aforementioned next day has finally rolled around and here he was acting like a drill sergeant, pacing around the room while Bruce’s family watched the man in all his brilliance, he’d even taken Bruce’s bat-pointer (a laser pointer but instead of a red dot it’s a red bat) so he could point to the screen.

“Okay, so we know of this individual, yes?” The blonde man asked as he circled the newest rogue’s face a couple times with Bruce’s bat-pointer.

Everyone nodded.

“Well, you see, this bloke is someone not to be fucked around with. Do you understand me?” The man said with a serious face.

Tim raised his hand. Constantine sighed in response. “You don’t have to raise your hand, kid. What is it?”

Tim put his hand back down. “What about this guy is so bad exactly? I mean, yeah, their powers are kind of crazy, but all they’ve really done is steal and destroy property.”

That seemed to make Constantine pause. “Really?”

“…yeah?” Tim rose a brow. It wasn’t visible from under his mask.

“Huh.” Constantine turned around to start muttering to himself. Bruce heard the words good and thank the gods.

“What was that? I’d like to know how big of a threat the being in my city that you claim to be dangerous is.” Bruce spoke.

The man turned back around. “Right. So we might’ve just gotten extremely lucky.”

Bruce’s eyes, and by extension his mask’s white eye slits, narrowed. “Explained.”

“If you’re right and the mask has shown no desire to torture, maim, kill, etcetera… a good person might’ve gotten the mask.”

“A good person?”

“Yes, a good person. And if that’s the case, we can ignore them until they do try and kill a man.”

“Wait, ignore them? While they haven’t killed anyone, they’re still a criminal.” Jason spoke up from where he was leant against a desk.

“Yes, but, be that as it may, there’s a bigger threat coming if the Mask of Loki is in Gotham.” Constantine sighed putting the bat-pointer down. “The Prince of Shadowland should be coming any day now.”

“Who?” Stephanie piped up.

“The Prince of Shadowland. He’s, as his name suggests, the Prince of Shadowland, a land of eternal night. The last record of him is from 1880 when Billy the Kid possessed it.”

“Billy the Kid had the same powers as our guy?” Tim asked.

“Yes. And the wizards and witches of that time also recorded him to be a blue-skinned child, bestowed the name Skillet by the outlaw in question. The child went around stealing shadows which resulted in rapid aging of its victims and then death. That’s why he’s the bigger threat. We have to prepare if he comes to Gotham.” The man paced back and forth with a grave expression.

Duke’s phone chiming interrupted the silence after Constantine’s words. “Uh… Constantine?”

“Yes?”

“I think this Skillet guy is already here.” Duke said as he turned the phone around, so the blonde man could see. It was a news report titled Shadow Thief: Gotham’s Second Newest Rogue. “And our mask person might not be so good if they’re hanging around him.” The photo was a picture of The Mask, Bruce supposed he’d just call them that, and this new character, Skillet, eating ice cream on a bench together.

“Fuck me.” Constantine groaned.

Skillet - The Shadow Thief POV

9:42pm

Skillet was waiting, patiently anticipating, the arrival of one of his bestest friends in the whole wide world.

Masky!

He was sitting atop the Clocktower, playing patty cake with his shadow, when finally, finally Masky came. It had been so long since he’d seen his friend! He hasn’t seen his friend since Billy, and who knows how long that’s been in the human world! So that’s why when Masky finally showed up, he was ecstatic. He didn’t even have to run over to hug them either! They came to him!

“Ah! Skillet! Buddy-oh-pal-oh-friend! It’s been so long! I swear, stewing at the bottom of a lake really does suck. So, what’re we gonna do, bud?” Masky picked Skillet up and spun him around a bit before doing the same to Skillet’s shadow. His friend was wearing a black suit with little cartoony ghosts on it. Cool…

“Oh! Well, I was thinking we could go pick up a bunch of innocent people and then torture them together like old times!” Skillet said, his shadow hopping in agreement.

That seemed to make Masky falter. “Eh… Sorry, bud but I don’t think I can do that.”

“Wha— Why? But we always do that together! Well, besides the time you were Honest Abe, but…”

“And that’s my point! It seems that this body also has…” Masky made a show of gagging. “…morals!”

Skillet couldn’t stop the gasp from leaving him. “No!”

“I know. I know.” Masky nodded solemnly. “But don’t fret too much, my young-looking friend. For you see, they aren’t as strong as our old buddy Abe’s.” Masky grinned. “We just have to pick some bad people.”

“Eh... But it’s always more fun inflicting on the innocents. They always go on screaming why why why but…” Skillet trailed off. He did wanna spend his time torturing people with Masky. And sure, it’d be a little harder to weed out the bad apples, but he still wants to spend time with his friend. “I suppose that could do.” He grumbled after his shadow nudged him to answer.

“Great, and we can get ice cream afterwards!” With that, Masky took a few steps back before doing a running jump and swan dive off the Clocktower.

That got both Skillet and his shadow to perk up and jump down after him. “Heck yeah!”

Richard “Dick” Grayson - POV

6:12am - the next day

Patrol was a bust. Well, not entirely. Two-Face tried to rob a bank and he went straight back to Arkham. But… no other information on the Mask and Shadow Thief other than the fact that they might be best friends, spanning, literal generations of mask users.

Dick just hoped this morning wouldn’t be a bust either? Why? Well, he was going to talk to [Name] about their little… talking to themselves problem. He overheard them again last night in their room, and when he cracked the door open to take a peek, he saw you staring at the ceiling, having a conversation with both Ace and someone who definitely wasn’t there. (The Mask would translate for Ace, so it was a respectable three-way conversation.)

He entered the kitchen on a mission. To confront you. Instead, he was confronted himself with a rather cute sight in his opinion. Bruce, you, and Tim, in that order were taking up the seats on the kitchen island. All sleepy-eyed with bed-head and sipping coffee in synchronicity. Bruce and Tim were having a conversation about the case while you were almost nodding off at the table.

…Dick would ask about your mental state another day.

Extra Info:

1.) Skillet is in fact a canon character, though because he doesn’t exactly have much information on him. I added some stuff. Like for example, here’s this, skillet’s name isn’t skillet. He’s 4000 years old, his original language has died out by now. His name will literally be whatever the closest thing to cooking stuff on is. Like in ancient Babylonia, he was called Babylonian for pot. 2.) The scene where the mask and Skillet reunite could be seen through the lens of a divorced dad coming to pick up his kids. 3.) Hi, this is me halfway through the story. His name is Skillit. Not Skillet. I’ll fix it the next chapter. 4.) Next chapter you’ll finally get yandere stuff! Yay!

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[nebulaeyedfish]

Lost in a book...

Tags: @imflyingfish @raise-me-up-take-me-up

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[neos127]

park sunghoon x idol!fem!reader | stuck by the glue onto you

wc. 1.2k genre. strangers to lovers(??), pining + clingy hoon cw. none!! notes. idk what this is but this was todays daydream! so i had to write it into a fic (kinda messy bc it’s a brain dump but!)

you were laid out in your bed after a long day of practice, taking time to admire the view out your window while also scrolling through tiktok. you wanted to see if fans had watched your group’s new variety show with enhypen yet, knowing how excited both fandoms were after seeing the teaser.

when you scrolled onto a particularly interesting video, you sat up, your heart rate increasing as your eyes narrowed on the text.

‘sunghoon realizing that he’s in love with y/n’ was the caption in the middle of the screen along with ‘glue song’ playing in the background. you took a deep breath before allowing the video to play, already feeling butterflies invade your stomach.

CLIP #1

you were very nervous while being interviewed considering that your group had only recently debuted. it was your first week doing promotions and due to being a foreigner, you weren’t very confident with your korean yet.

as your shaky hands held the microphone close to your face, you began to stumble over your words. the dialogue on the script you were supposed to repeat suddenly blurring together. panic crossed your face for a split second, and mc sunghoon noticed that. he quickly mumbled the word you forgot into his microphone and you shot him a grateful smile before repeating and continuing with your small speech.

CLIP #2

you had remembered seeing this clip about a year ago, trying to brush it off even though the moment had never left your mind. apparently sunghoon couldn’t divert his gaze from you at an award show, his eyes practically sparkling as he observed you in your gorgeous dress. sunghoon rarely looked at any other female idols, so fans seemed to single out the moments when sunghoon’s attention was only directed onto you. when the two of you crossed paths, he smiled and politely bowed which caused you to do the same.

CLIP #3

your group was meeting enhypen for the variety show you had recently filmed with their group. everyone was shy and timid even though you had met each other many different times due to being under the same company. fans seemed to mostly focus on you and sunghoon though, who were very giggly and flustered. sunghoon’s ears turned a light pink as he shook your hand, his palms already sweaty due to the small encounter.

CLIP #4

sunghoon tried his best to be nonchalant about the fact that you had both been paired together for the field day activities, which was hard considering his long time crush on you. once the two of you started playing the games, you became more comfortable with each other. it seemed as if you two had been lifelong friends as you laughed and joked with each other.

the members teased him about being your shadow while completing missions, noticing how sunghoon never left your side even for a second.

CLIP #5

during your lunch break, sunghoon still seemed to follow you like a lost puppy. he timidly walked up to you, watching as you served yourself from the mini buffet the company set up.

“what are you eating?” he asked softly, causing to quickly look up at him with wide eyes. he scared you a bit, but the momentary surprise was soon replaced by comfort due to his presence.

“oh um…i was just combing some stuff. i came up with this really good combination, want to try it?” you asked, your tone becoming more light once you got over the initial shock of sunghoon being so close. sunghoon nodded his head in agreement, allowing you to take his plate and serve him.

when you had expected sunghoon to walk away and join the boys at a smaller round table to eat, he didn’t, keeping close as you looked around for an empty seat. since you concluded that sunghoon wanted to eat with you, you led him to a picnic table for two, smiling at the boy as he sat across from you.

the boys all gave him curious looks, the editors making small question marks appear above their heads as they observed you two. sunghoon didn’t seem to care— or maybe he simply didn’t notice, too focused on your pretty smile and the way your cheeks puffed up as you shoved rice into your mouth.

CLIP #6

while walking up a trail to find your next mission, you had nearly stepped into a deep mud puddle that would have definitely ruined your favorite pair of sneakers. sunghoon stopped you quickly, placing a strong arm in front of your torso to stop you from moving. you looked at up him with a raised brow before realizing that you had nearly stepped into the mess.

“ah, thank you.” you giggled nervously, feeling grateful that the gentleman next to you had been looking out for your safety. the boy mumbled a small ‘your welcome’ before grabbing onto your sweater and gently tugging you around the puddle. the action made your insides melt.

CLIP #7

when everyone had finished their respective missions and mini games, you were all called back to the picnic area where you had first started. sunghoon and a few other members were already there, waiting for the rest to arrive. the boy was about to sit down on the plush grass until he saw you and a couple of your group mates walk into the area. you sat down behind jay and a member of your group, causing sunghoon to look longingly at you. before he could even warn himself about being too obvious about his crush, he walked over and sat down next to you, a small smile on his face as your gazes met.

you looked at him for a second too long, causing you both to quickly look away in a flustered frenzy. you bit your lip to suppress a giggle, trying to focus on jungwon who was congratulating both groups for finishing the tasks.

CLIP #8

the clip was zoomed in, and you hadn’t even noticed that the camera had still been recording your actions. you and sunghoon walked away from the picnic area with the rest of your groups back to the car, playfully bumping shoulders as you trekked up a hill. it wasn’t much compared to the rest of the clips, but it was enough considering the compilation you had just watched.

you breathed out a shaky sigh before opening the comments, noticing how everyone cooed over the interactions and gushed over how sunghoon seemed to be enamored of you. people described how his eyes lit up whenever you smiled and how he had been attached to you like glue throughout the whole video.

you were a bit surprised that you hadn’t noticed how clingy sunghoon had been that day, only focusing on how you finally had time to get to know the boy more.

you smiled upon playing the video a second time, your finger hovering over the ‘share’ button before finally copying the link and sending it to sunghoon on a whim.

you waited all night for a response, barely being able to stomach down your dinner and constantly darting your eyes over to your phone that only seemed to light up from company emails and your group’s chat.

suddenly as you were getting ready for bed, your phone lit up with a notification from sunghoon. you quickly grabbed the device, toothbrush dangling out of your mouth as you read over the text message multiple times. a squeal threatened to emerge from the back of your throat once you had finally had processed his words.

[sunghoon: ah, i guess they caught me…it’s been hard to take my eyes off such a pretty girl ~]

[obsessedhoneycomb]

Gardener

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: Your father is filthy rich, but you're just his filthy daughter.

Warnings: 18+, public sex, degradation, manipulation

Word count: 1.0k

A/N: I sit here whole afternoon, trying to squeeze my brain to write at least something. This was all i could muster today after i went through those "gardening" pictures with George. Hehe. :)

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“Dad, who's that man outside? Don’t tell me you hired a gardener.” you snorted at the sight of the tall, fine looking man, who was mowing the lawn.

Your dad was known to be one of the richest in the region with you being his spoiled child from the first marriage. You didn't visit him regularly, so everything new around his big ass mansion was new to you.

“He's been working for me for nearly a half a year now. Very hard working man with great manners.” your dad sipped his wine, even though it was early in the morning. You were intrigued by this young man. The way his hands wrapped around the handle of the lawn mower, it would be nice wrapped around your- 

“Care to join me for breakfast outside on the terrace?” the voice of your father disturbed your impure thoughts. With clearing your throat you followed him outside. 

Sitting outside, you tried to focus on the conversation you had with your father, but you failed miserably, eying that sinful gardener, who now caught you staring at him. He smirked. He fucking smirked at you and you blushed like a teenager. Averting your gaze to the side, you maybe weren’t that bold as you thought. 

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House was alive with the sea of guests for the party your dad held at night. You weren’t into those things, everybody always asking you how is college, how's your slutty mother, and how your father is the most adorable being in the world and you should visit more. 

Hiding around the corner, sipping on the champagne that you didn’t even like, you watched the venue. Suddenly you felt a strong hand wrapped around your waist, with another on your mouth, muffling your gasp. “Be quiet, dove. Don’t draw attention.” His breath was hot on your neck, making you shiver and you knew immediately who this stranger was.

With a nod of yours, he let go of your mouth, you turning a little to look at him, the champagne glass ending somewhere in the shrub of roses. “George…” 

“Shhh… keep it down.” he whispered with a cocky smirk, enjoying the surprise in your eyes.

“You didn’t tell me that you’re working for my father.” you furrowed your brows, while he chuckled darkly. 

“You never mentioned that you're the daughter of this rich prick who happened to pay for the murder of my sister.” George quirked his brow, watching how you’ll react.

“What?!” 

“You heard me. He had his way with her and he just got rid of her. But don’t worry…” he brushed his finger over your cheek, making you blush, leaning closer to your lips. “We’re gonna have so much fun together. I’m planning to ruin you. His precious only child.” 

You couldn’t even react and he turned you to face the venue, watching all the people having fun, your eyes landed on your father, who was laughing with some of his friends in the distance. 

“Look at your father, while I stuff your filthy cunt with my cock.” George bit into the delicate skin of your bare shoulder, you holding back a whimper, as he tugged at your panties, sliding his length all in you.

“G-George…!” tears pricked into your eyes, some would think that you’re a damsel in distress, a random man abusing you in the shadows, but you enjoyed it. You enjoyed being used. It was scandalous but you were far from being a saint.

He started to move slowly, in and out, your slick folds making his grin wide on his face. You two met a year ago when you were at this party of your friend in England. Spending a passionate night together, you thought you won’t see him ever again. Oh, how wrong of you.

Cheeks flushed, mouth drooling all over your arm, you tried to muffle your moans. The wooden pillar in front of you giving you enough support to withstand his brutal pace of his thrusts. With his hand wrapped in your hair, he pulled you closer to him. “Look at you. All worked up in the public. The perfect daughter railed in front of her father’s friends. Tsk. What a perfect slut for me.” 

“Nghh…” was all that your mouth could let out. As much as you hated it, you were close to reaching your climax and he knew that. He let go of your hair, pushing your body against the pillar, making you look into the direction where your dad stood. 

“Look at him and cum for me. I know you like to be dirty.” he whispered, burying himself even deeper into you, hitting that spot that made you fall over the edge. Your desperate attempts of being quiet failed, your filthy cunt clenching around George, making him see stars, filling you with his seed at the same time you started to whine loudly. 

Attention was suddenly on you, George managed to pull out just in time with a dark chuckle, holding your trembling body in his arms, acting like your saviour. 

Your father was at your side immediately, caressing your red cheeks stained with your tears. “Baby, what’s wrong? Oh my!” 

George had his arms around your body, you cannot even speak coherently. 

“She was vomiting around the corner, maybe too much champagne.” He was nonchalant and kind, the complete opposite of what he was a minute ago.

“I told you many times to not be too much around my guests.” your dad got his arms around you, making you stand on your feet, which was hard because you felt how wobbly they were. 

“Dad, I-” you tried to protest but he just shushed you. 

“Don’t talk, sweetheart. You’re a mess.” he turned to look at George with a nod. “And thank you, George. I appreciate you taking care of her.” 

George smirked a little, bowing softly. “My pleasure, sir.” 

Your eyes wide in shock while you heard the exchange, orgasmic haze still numbing your brain.

Your father led you back into the house, and George just chuckled to himself, watching his cum dripping down your legs as you walked. 

This was just a start and he’s gonna enjoy every bit of it.

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Please don't use my writings without my permision! Pictures found on Pinterest.

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Tags: @chilling-seavey

[flshsticks]

Pair: Rafe Cameron x male reader

A/N: hey guys imma back after not posting for like a few months just wanted yall to know im still alive

Warnings: spanking, balls sucking, face down ass up, cream pie, mpreg mentioned. Pole dancing, lap dance.

Summary: you are a local stripper that works at a famous strip club for gay men and women. You are pretty famous there and get along well with your clients. Today you have a new special client who wants a private show from you.

You have no idea why you work at a gay strip club right now. Are you this desperate for some money?? Sure you had good reasons why you are working at a strip club. You got a hot body. You’re flexible, you’re pretty. And none of the good jobs will take you because you have no experience and because, you’d just sleep with the manager to get a few extra bucks..eyes flashing through your head and Looking over the amount of men who are watching you dance on a pole right now, just trying to dance your night away in hopes for a good tip from some old and desperate men. You have been working non stop seducing men and sometimes women just for a few couple hundreds. Men who would stuff money in your shorts just for a lap dance so they could get off on your body. Or some who would be way too aggressive with you having to get security on them to throw them out. After a hard night off work you start walking off stage kissing goodbye to the assholes with wife’s and kids. Walking away and Opening a door to the backrooms where you and your work buddies would usually get changed, sitting down by your mirror with the amount of makeup scattered across the desk. You wipe off your lipstick and eye shadow. Massaging your stomach in hopes to get rid of that sore feeling. Before you could even grab your stuff or get changed your manager came in bashing through the door calling out your name, “yes? What do you want.” You said furrowing your eyes, “a..a client wants you right now!” Raising a brow you got up “what do they want?.” You asked but he was already out and gone before answering you. Sighing to yourself you waved your work buddies goodbye while following your manager in a room. Your manager escorted you to the client and hurried out before you could get some questions in. Looking up at the client who wanted you. You began to sweat a bit..he was hot and he was tall aswell, he had a buzz cut that weirdly looked good on him. You tried to calm yourself down..”hi! You are my client for tonight?” He nodded and shook your hand smiling at you.

“Yea..I was staring at you the whole time while you were on that stage. You looked like you knew what you were doing so..I just wanted to see how good you really are..” he got closer and put his large hand on your shoulder. “What’s your name?..” he said “reader..what about you?” “Mines rafe..” you start checking him out, your eyes going up and down. “So you want a private show hm?..” saying to him while biting your lip, he smirked at you and nodded, you agreed to give him his own private show so you drag him to a dark room with a pole in the middle, you got up and started to do some seductive dancing for him. Pushing your ass out towards him, you could already tell he was getting harder just from looking at you.

You got off the stage and walked towards him. Sitting on his lap, he puts his hands on your hips as you start grinding on his covered crotch, as you dance on his lap he starts finding his way down to your shorts. Pushing his hands under them and playing with your ass, he starts to slowly pull down your shorts. He looks up at you for permission which kinda surprises you since none of your clients ever do that. You nod giving him permission to go further. He smiles taking off your shorts and then your underwear, you grab his cheek and kiss him softly while taking his shirt off. He starts kissing down your neck to your chest, rafe takes off his pants and underwear. You get on your knees and started kissing his cock. He groans softly, kissing down his shaft to his balls, you start licking his balls softly polishing them with your spit and tongue while giving them a few loving kisses and sucks.

You then start to lube up his cock. Deep throating it for a few seconds before going back up and repeating that for a few minutes, while you fingered your self from behind. Opening yourself nice and wide for his cock to slide in. After you finish lubing Rafes cock you get on his lap and gently hover over his big pink tip. Watching pre cum ooze out his sensitive slit twitching and begging for some boy pussy to destroy. You start to slowly sit down on Rafes dick very slowly. Your hole clenching down on his shaft tight enough. Rafe thought his dick might snap off, slowly taking every inch of his cock until his whole entire shaft was inside you. Moaning loudly your eyes rolled at the back of your head, tongue sticking out kissing rafe aggressively. You start to go up and down on him very slowly, Rafe being impatient he began to thrust a little faster. You start bouncing in his cock even faster which gave Rafe a sign to thrust harder.

He grip onto your hips tightly like his life depended on it. The grip would have surely caused bruises if he grips onto you any harder. His balls slapping onto your ass. After a while of fucking your ass he pushes you on your knees. Pushing your face down into the cushions while facing your ass up. He spanks your asscheeks just to watch it jiggle. He loved the recoil of your ass everytime he would spank you harsher. As he fucks the life out of you, you start biting onto a pillow. Trying to not make any louder noises that would possibly disturb the other people from outside. He uses your hips as a handle to fuck you even harder. He takes his cock out to take a breather, then he lines his tip to your cute pink hole and slams into you like a fucking bull. “Fuck baby!..I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant if I keep this up any longer!. He said his head throwing back in pleasure. “Oh please Rafe! Get me pregnant..” you whimpered. Pushing yourself back onto Rafe as he attempts to fuck a baby into you. “Gnna-..impregnate you!” Gritting his teeth he tries his best to hold on a little longer.

His thrusting was getting harder and harder by the second. Moaning and whimpering bouncing off the walls while others who walk by the room could hear the hot sex you and Rafe were having. That didnt stop him though. He still kept going despite the noise you and him were making. He hasn’t gotten laid in months and wanted to empty his balls in. on a pretty slutty stripper, he probably drank to much and is now trying to impregnate you. Yes he knows it isn’t possible but believe him he will put a baby into you.

Enough about that now. Rafe was getting sloppy now with his thrusts and was starting to get tired out. His hips start to stutter as he finally shoots his loud out inside your tight boy pussy. After he is finish giving you the hugest cream pie of your life he suddenly collapses ontop of you. This shit head is already fast asleep snoring away with his cock still hard and stiff and still stuffed inside your hole.

After hours of sleeping you start to wave him goodbye as he leaves the strip club. You happily close the door and get ready to get changed. You got changed and got into your car, grinning on both side of your ears as you open your wallet to see the massive tip he gave you on the way out. And his number he snuck inside your purse. Maybe you should visit him sometimes..

A/N: Made this at 4am with some lasagna and juice so pls enjoy this because I might disappear for another few months..💔💔

[kazuhaa0x]

"So picky"

I'm back! I was sick, sorry I forgot to tell you... Well I wanted to change something soo here is a fic with Kimi! All respect to Kimi and his family!! English is not my first language and I used translator for words I didnt know(if there is any problems pls tell me! I first write everything in mh notes before I put it here)

The Ferrari garage was its usual symphony of movement — pit crew scrambling, engineers squinting at data screens, and someone somewhere yelling about tire pressures. But off to the side, tucked in a quiet, shadowed corner of the motorhome just outside the garage itself, Kimi Raikkonen was doing the unthinkable.

Napping. On your lap. Twenty minutes before quali.

M/N: (quietly, brushing a thumb through his hair) “You know you’re insane, right?”

Kimi didn’t respond. He just curled a little more into your thigh, breath slow and warm against the inside of your arm. His cap tilted just enough to cover his eyes. Red sweater sleeves bunched around his fists, clutched lazily in front of him like he was protecting a nap he'd fought for all week.

On the coffee table beside you both sat a half-eaten tray of strawberries and cream — your attempt to coax him into eating something before the adrenaline kicked in. He only ate two. Claimed the rest were “too squishy.” But somehow he still managed to smell faintly like them.

A mechanic passed by and did a double take before wisely deciding to keep walking. Kimi didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t care.

Kimi: (muffled) “M/N…”

M/N: “Yeah?”

Kimi: “If they wake me, I’ll quit.”

You snorted softly.

M/N: “You said that last week. And the week before. And when Vettel accidentally drank your espresso.”

Kimi didn’t answer. But his fingers found the hem of your jacket and tugged once, lazy but deliberate — his way of saying he didn’t really mean it. Just didn’t want to deal with the noise.

So you let him stay. Let him rest against your thigh like it was the only place on Earth soft enough to sleep. You didn’t care that the paddock buzzed around you — because in that quiet moment, Kimi Raikkonen, Ferrari’s Ice Man, world champion, eternal mystery, had picked you as his safe space.

~Scenarios of Kimi being a picky eater���

You were sitting across from Kimi at the small table in the Ferrari hospitality lounge. The spread was perfect: pastries, espresso, berries, eggs, even a little avocado toast you got him once and he secretly liked. Today, the chef tried something new—some kind of couscous-mango parfait.

Kimi stared at it like it was radioactive.

Kimi: “M/N… What is this?”

M/N: “It’s couscous. And fruit. With yogurt.”

Kimi: (frowning) “That sounds like something they give goats.”

M/N: “You eat goat cheese.”

Kimi: “That’s different. That’s cheese. Not... whatever this is.”

He picked up the spoon. Put it back down. Reached for a croissant. Stared at it suspiciously.

Kimi: “Is this normal or is it that... gluten-free... fluff.”

M/N: (deadpan) “It’s flour, butter, and sin. Relax.”

He took a bite, chewed slowly, and nodded once.

Kimi: “Good. Tell the chef to stop trying to kill me.”

You just smirked, sipping your coffee. This man survived 300kph wheel-to-wheel battles, but a cup of couscous had him nearly filing a complaint with HR.

---

“I Said No Seeds” — Hotel Room in Monaco

Room service brought a fruit platter. You thought it’d be a win. Kimi liked strawberries, grapes, apples—basic stuff. Until he found one slice of dragonfruit.

Kimi: (holding it up like evidence in court) “What is this? Why is it looking at me?”

M/N: “It’s dragonfruit.”

Kimi: (suspicious) “Tastes like paper.”

He set it aside dramatically, reaching instead for the strawberries. You were on the bed scrolling through emails when you heard him sputter.

Kimi: “This one has seeds. Big seeds.”

M/N: (glancing over) “They all have seeds, bowah.”

Kimi: (offended) “Not like this. This one’s trying to be crunchy. That’s not what strawberries do.”

You chuckled, grabbed the tray, and swapped the “offending” one for a smaller, smoother one. He made a soft grunt of approval and popped it in his mouth like nothing ever happened.

You kissed his cheek as you passed behind him.

M/N:“You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

Kimi:“I know.”

What do you think?🫶

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

hey love

I didn’t exactly know if ur requests are open, so if not then please just ignore this <33

I need comfort so bad, but I already read so much fics and find find new ones lmao.and don’t let me start with ur writing, everything u write especially angst is so good🥹❤️

so I have a requesttt:

Fem reader x Minho

where she has had depression before, but a he seemed to be getting better, like she talked more again, she ate better, she just seemed happier. But then all of a sudden it gets worse. Ofc min notices, but when he’s around she always tries to act happy and stuff. But one day he gets home sooner than expected and finds her sobbing and breaking down in the bathroom (lmao pls if ur confused, for some reason I always cry in the bathroom lol) and yea, I’m letting u decide how it goes then.

make it really angsty but with loooots of comfort too.

don’t stress with writing it, and if you don’t want to write it that’s totally okay❤️

take care of yourself, and have a great day/night. <3333

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Minho was meticulous. He noticed the tiniest details, the way your favorite mug shifted slightly to the back of the cabinet when you weren't feeling like tea, or how your laughter sounded softer, like it took more effort to push past your lips. And lately, he’d been noticing things he didn’t want to see- the way you seemed to retreat into yourself, the shadows under your eyes that your concealer couldn’t quite hide, the way your smiles didn’t quite reach those same eyes anymore.

But you always brushed him off whenever he asked.

“I’m fine, Min,” you’d say, your voice bright but fragile. “Just tired. Work’s been a lot.” And you’d give him that reassuring grin, the one you’d perfected, the one you thought could fool him.

He’d let it go, though he hated himself for it, because he didn’t want to push you too hard.

Although he feels that maybe he should have pushed you harder to seek help, before it got worse.

Today was supposed to be no different. Minho had a packed schedule with rehearsals and meetings, so you were confident you’d have the day to yourself. Alone, you didn’t have to wear the mask. Alone, you could let the weight crush you, let the tears flow freely.

It had been a long time since you felt weightless. Not the weightlessness that people romanticized, no. They simplest type of weightlessness. Like you could draw in a breath without fear of suffocation. Like you could close your eyes with the excitement of opening them the next day. The type of weightlessness where you could simply live.

It started small: an ache in your chest that grew and grew until it felt like a gaping hole. You couldn’t stop thinking about how much of a burden you must be with your depression; how your progress had crumbled, leaving you worse off than before. The spiral was quick and suffocating. Before you knew it, you were sitting on the bathroom floor, knees drawn to your chest, sobbing into your hands. The cold tile pressed against your legs, grounding you slightly, but not enough to stop the flood of thoughts.

You didn’t hear the door unlock. You didn’t hear Minho’s footsteps. The first thing you registered was his voice, soft and hesitant.

“Y/N-ah?”

You froze. Panic set in as you frantically wiped at your face, trying to compose yourself.

“Ah. Minho? What are you doing home so early?” you called out, voice strained. You continued to wipe your eyes, hoping that you could buy yourself enough time to look presentable. "Sorry I'm in the middle of-"

He didn’t wait to hear your response. Instead, the bathroom door creaked open. His expression when he saw you broke something inside of you.

His sharp eyes, usually filled with teasing or affection, were wide with worry. He crouched down in front of you without a word, his hands hovering near yours as if asking permission to touch you.

“Jagiya,” he said softly, his voice trembling. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?”

Your chest tightened, and fresh tears welled in your eyes. “I didn’t want to worry you,” you whispered. “You’re so busy, and I didn’t want to-”

“Stop,” he cut you off gently but firmly. He reached out, his hands cradling your tear-streaked face. “Stop thinking like that. You could never be a burden to me. Do you hear me? Never.”

The tenderness in his voice unraveled you completely. You broke down again, and this time, Minho was there to catch you. He pulled you into his arms, his grip steady and unwavering. You found yourself curling into his lap as he leaned against the toilet.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured into your hair. “I’m here. You can cry.”

You clung to him like a lifeline, your sobs muffled against his shoulder. He rocked you gently, humming a soft tune, his hands stroking your back in soothing patterns. He didn’t rush you, didn’t tell you to calm down. He just let you feel.

When your cries finally subsided, leaving you exhausted and shaky, Minho pulled back just enough to look at you. His thumb brushed away the lingering tears on your cheeks.

“I thought I was getting better,” you confessed in a broken whisper. “I thought I was okay, but now it’s worse, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

Minho’s gaze softened, and he cupped your face again. “It’s not about fixing it,” he said. “It’s about taking it one day at a time. Some days will be harder than others, but you don’t have to face them alone. I’ll be with you every step of the way. Because you're not broken Y/N. You just need a little guidance. Thats all.”

You nodded, though doubt still lingered in the corners of your mind. “But what if I-”

“No,” he interrupted. “No ‘what ifs.’ We’ll deal with whatever comes, together. Promise me you’ll let me in next time. I need you to let me help you.” He blinked at you, his mouth in a straight line. "Okay? Because I love you."

The sincerity in his voice broke through the wall you’d built around yourself. You nodded again, this time with a small spark of hope.

“I promise,” you whispered.

Minho smiled, a rare, soft smile that was just for you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment. 

“Good,” he said. “Now, let’s get you out of here, okay? The bathroom floor isn’t exactly the coziest spot.”

You let out a watery laugh, and he helped you to your feet, keeping an arm around you for support. He guided you to the couch, where he wrapped you in a blanket and disappeared into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with a steaming cup of tea and some of your favorite snacks.

“Eat,” he said, sitting beside you and pulling you close, to where you two were almost molded together. “And then we’ll figure out what’s next.”

For the first time in days, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter, even if it was just temporary. With Minho by your side, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could get through this.

As the night went on, Minho stayed close. He didn’t just hover; he engaged you, talking about anything and everything- his latest dance routines, funny stories from practice, even the drama among the cats at home. The warmth in his presence was infectious, and you found yourself smiling more than you expected.

When it was time for bed, Minho tucked you in and slid in beside you. He didn’t say much, just held you close, his arms protective and comforting as he cradled you from behind. Before sleep claimed you, he whispered, “I love you, Y/N. No matter how hard it gets, I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time in a long while, you felt safe. Truly safe. And as you drifted off, wrapped in his embrace, you dared to believe that things could get better.

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[buckysgrace]

6. Bed on Fire

Broken Hearts Club Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Distance between you and Steve leaves you worried until he returns with good news.

CW: Unprotected sex, public sex

You felt lonely the next few days, going unanswered by both Steve and Patty. You didn’t even see Steve around at the mall to ask him what you had done. You had gone from seeing him everyday to not at all. You feared that he had somehow found out the truth. That this was it. 

Then again you figured that Patty would’ve said something. Unless by some sick twist of fate they had gotten back together. You shivered at that thought, not liking it one bit. 

“What are you doing, bug?” Your grandpa asked you, calling you by your former childhood nickname. You peeked your head towards him before you glanced back at the shadows coming from the sun that was dipping into your room. 

“Don’t know,” You admitted, heels still planted against the side of your wall, “I’m bored.” You told him honestly, too distracted to even try to open the books that you had gotten from the library earlier this week. Your mind kept drifting back to Steve. 

“You could help me out back.” He suggested, making you wrinkle your lips together. Being outside in the hot sun didn’t sound fun unless Steve was there to keep you company. 

“What are you doing?” You asked curiously, deciding that if you laid on the floor any longer you’d melt into the floorboards. 

“Trying to get the tractor fixed,” He muttered, looking angry suddenly. He’d spent the past three years trying to get it fixed, hoping that he could enter it into the tractor pulls at the fair, “I think I’m almost there.”

“I don’t know much about that stuff.” You admitted as you sat up slowly, thinking that it might be fun to try and read again. He chuckled at the way you tried to busy yourself suddenly. 

“Sounds like a good time to learn.” He added, taking a step back as he waited for you to follow. You sighed, deciding you might as well give it a try. Steve wouldn’t be coming by today either. 

Sweat coated the back of your neck as you worked out in the summer heat with him, your fingers covered in sludge and grease as you tried to make sense of what you were working on. You supposed you weren’t doing that bad of a job, as he hadn’t yelled at you yet. 

You made the long trek back to the porch, in desperate need for a glass of water and to scrub your hands. You wished your grandpa would’ve brought the radio out, that would’ve made it a bit more fun. 

“Steve.” You stopped in surprise, almost tripping over the old floorboard as you blinked in confusion. He was at the edge of your driveway, still bearing his work uniform. You shook your head, not quite understanding why he was here now. 

“Hey,” He smiled stiffly, forcing his hands into his pockets, “It’s been a minute.” He said awkwardly, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet as you thought about demanding answers. But then you were fearful of what he knew. Of what he didn’t know. 

“Yeah,” You laughed awkwardly as you leaned against your porch, “I haven’t seen you in a while.” You told him, wondering if you should bring up how you’d tried to call him. You had even debated showing up at his house, but that seemed too desperate. 

“I’ve been busy,” He admitted, shoving his hands deeper in his pockets as he rocked himself back and forth, “I’m free now. If you are.” He added softly, having the decency to at least look ashamed of leaving you in the dark. 

“I need to wash my hands,” You held up your fingers, showing off the grease stains, “But if you give me five minutes I’ll be ready.” You told him, unable to resist the smile that formed across his lips. It made your heart flutter so intensely that you had forgotten about the past few days. All was forgiven. 

“Sure,” He nodded his head quickly, “I’ll wait here.” He added as he gestured in front of him, earning a small laugh from you before you carefully opened the door with your messy hands. 

You bounded back inside, careful to keep from trudging any grease or dirt inside of the house as you raced towards the kitchen sink. You scrubbed and scrubbed, then searched for a mirror to try and make yourself look as presentable as possible. And to freshen up a bit. You didn’t want to stink. 

All messes were left behind as you greeted him again, your hand instantly falling to his as he reached for you. Something about this just felt right. It made you nervous yet giddy at the same time. 

“Where have you been?” You asked as you walked with him, following him into the woods as he carried a rolled up blanket underneath his free arm. You were curious as to where you were going, as this was certainly the long way to his house. 

“I was helping Nancy out with some things.” He said slowly, flicking his eyes towards you for a brief second before he looked away. The statement rang around in your ears for a moment. 

“Wheeler?” You asked him, watching the slow way he nodded his head in agreement, “Your ex?” You asked in confirmation, trying not to let the jealousy monster fill you. You had no right to be jealous. 

“Yeah,” He replied softly, chewing on his bottom lip, “It’s not like that though.” He tried to convince you, but your mind was already swirling with thoughts. He sat the blanket down, sitting down a second later as he waited for you to join him. But you had frozen on the spot. 

People had whispered that he had changed because of her, and became a better person. You hadn’t really believed it, not at first. You could remember when he was kind and sweet to you, but now you weren’t so sure. Did he really like you? Or were you just some sort of replacement? He had been struggling to go on a date. Maybe Patty was right. You were just an opportunity for him.

You reminded yourself that you shouldn’t be upset anyways. This was all a bet anyways. It was nothing serious. You were just supposed to break his heart. In a similar way you felt yours cracking at the moment.

“I don’t like her like that anymore,” He persisted, telling you quickly, “We’re just friends.” He insisted, but you weren’t grabbing the bait just yet.

“I think it’s hard to be friends with your ex.” You told him honestly, wrinkling your eyebrows together as a bitter taste filled your mouth. Why did you care anyways?

“You’re friends with my ex,” He pointed out, making you pout. It wasn’t the same thing, “And I wasn’t helping her, she was helping me.” He explained, leaving you even more curious than before. 

“With what?” You asked, wondering why he couldn’t just come to you for help. He had ignored you in order to speak to her. It didn’t make sense to you. 

“College stuff,” He flushed, “I thought it would be easier for us to go on dates if we’re close together.” He admitted, leaving your lungs void of air.

Oh. Fuck.

You nearly felt sick at the revelation, realizing that this whole time he had been planning on growing closer to you. He was trying to move with you. To create a future. And you had just been trying to convince yourself that your relationship was nothing.

“You’re making me nervous.” He said at last, brown eyes filled with worry as he stared at you. You almost couldn’t hear him over the sound of your heart racing. 

“I’m nervous.” You clarified as you gulped harshly, trying to keep your nerves from coming up. What were you supposed to do now? Is this when you were supposed to break things off? To break his heart. 

“Is it too soon?” He asked, looking worried. Looking like you had just stabbed him. His brown eyes were soft as they searched your features, trying to find any cracks within you. You couldn’t do this.

“No, I mean-,” You paused, trying to gather your thoughts, “I just didn’t expect it.” You admitted as you bit your bottom lip, thinking of how to go forward.

“I didn’t really either,” He admitted with a smile, “But I really like you.” He breathed out gently, taking your hand as he brought you onto your knees with him. 

You were stunned, speechless as your tongue remained twisted into a giant knot. You didn’t know what to do, nor what to say. You hadn’t really expected him to fall for you so easily, yet here you were. 

“Hey,” He looked at you in concern, gently touching your elbow, “Are you okay?” He looked concerned, worried as he brought you out of your thoughts.

“I’m fine,” You breathed out quickly, heart fluttering harshly in your chest, “I really like you too.” You admitted, almost fearfully as you brought your eyes to him.

“Yeah?” He questioned you, his lips curling into a little smirk as you rolled your eyes. Not so bashful now.

“Don’t get so cocky,” You laughed, pulse racing as he traced his lips over yours gently. You pressed your fingers against his bicep, holding onto him for support as he dragged his mouth against yours, “I’m a mess.”

“Not to me,” He smiled softly as he pecked the corner of your lips, “You look stunning.” He mumbled, pressing his fingertips against the hem of your shirt. You gulped, following his motions as you both slowly undressed each other in the sunlight. 

You giggled against his mouth as you pulled him free of his uniform, earning a little laugh from him as you exposed his bare chest to the open sky. You brushed your fingers through his chest hair, grinning as he nipped at your bottom lip.

He laid you down gently against the blanket, keeping the blades of grass from digging into your skin too roughly as he moved his hands down your curves. You breathed in and out, reminding your lungs how to work as his lips fell against the crook of your neck.

Everything burned as he spread your legs apart, gently pressing his legs in between yours. He felt hot over your body, his cock falling heavily against your slick cunt. You raised your hips forward, inviting the feeling of his girthy tip against your soaked hole.

You shook underneath him, your fingertips digging into the blanket as he slid his long dick inside of your fluttering walls. Everything felt right, too perfect as your mind grew hazy with pleasure. The sounds that left his lips were deep and blissful, white hot as he filled you to the brim.

“Steve,” You whispered as you clung to him, gaping in awe as you rolled your hips forward to feel all of him. The tip of his cock pressed deep inside of you, tickling against your bundle of nerves as your thighs trembled, “You feel so good.” You breathed out, moving your hands up to run them through his hair.

His eyes were slightly darker, half lidded as his blissful expression intensified as his grip tightened against your flesh. He rocked his hips backwards slowly, then pressed himself even deeper inside of you. You gaped, squeaking softly as the pleasure grew white hot.

His nose brushed against yours, sincere and soft as he rutted his cock in and out of your drenched walls. Your clit ached in pleasure, your toes curling as you linked your body closer to his. You were in awe of how close you were, that you could get any closer.

You dragged your eyes down his chest, meeting the area of where your bodies were connecting. You gaped at the sight of his dick sliding in and out of your cunt with ease. He gripped the base of his cock, giving himself a little squeeze before he dragged himself deeper into you.

“You feel heavenly,” He groaned, lips messy against your own, “She’s squeezing me so tight.” He huffed, making your insides twist and turn once again. You rocked yourself against him, fingertips digging into his flesh. 

The sound of your bodies meeting created a dirty symphony, intense and lustful at the same time. But there was something sweet about it, something in his touch that was deep and sincere. The pleasure was overwhelming, making your body shake underneath his touch.

“You’re doing so good,” He breathed out, air hot against your cheek as you crooned in response, “So sweet for me, honey.” He whispered, voice higher pitched as he linked your fingers with his. 

You cried out as his cock continually hit your bundle of nerves, leaving you twitching and gasping in pleasure. You felt like you were on fire as you crashed your lips against his, desperately licking away his sounds of pleasure as he rutted deeper and deeper into you.

His fingers fell to your clit, pressing down deeply as your lips fell open against his. You squeaked, moans rolling off of the top of the trees as your cunt clamped down around his thick girth. You shook as you came, chanting his name as everything else fell away.

His teeth grazed against your neck, heavy breaths falling against your skin as you squeezed your fingers tightly with his. He grunted deeply, spreading pleasure deep inside of you as his hips came to a slow stall.

“Fuck,” He groaned, tossing his head back slowly as he shut his pretty eyes. You gripped his fingers for support, holding onto him tightly as he came deep inside of you. Dangerous, but you liked the way he felt. How you felt right now, “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered to you, leaving you bashful all over again.

“So are you,” You teased, moving a hand away gently to stroke the side of his cheek, “Thank you.” You whispered, wishing that you could tell him more. Not right now. Later. You didn’t want to ruin this moment right now. 

“College is going to be fun.” He stated between heavy breaths, laughing as a smile fell onto your lips. You breathed out deeply, licking your bottom lip as you thought everything over. How could you have a future with him if you had such a big secret?

You knew what you had to do.

[lilderitter]

Endings are Hard. But so are Beginnings.

Hi all!

I'm Lil. I'm showing up on tumblr under my own name for once because I was one of the writers for Blades of Light & Shadow 2 and 3 as well as being the designated lorekeeper. (I also worked on Cursed Heart 2 (and was the facial reference for the Fae version of Longclaw, hence the icon), as well as Kiss of Death and Murder at Homecoming, and I was the lead writer on Villainous Valentines and the Blades Tabletop Guide.

I was one of the many people who were laid off by Pixelberry when the Cursed Heart team was dissolved over a year ago now. But my final contribution to PB canon, Blades of Light and Shadow 3, officially finishes its wide release today. The layoff was traumatic for a lot of reasons, but it did offer me the strange silver lining of getting to be on both the brainstorm team for Blades 3 and being the person who wrote the initial drafts of the book. I was not the book lead, to be clear, but I'm honored to have gotten to work for Emi and to have been gifted the absolute privilege to act as an archaeologist in the world of Morella and beyond in Blades 2 & 3. I especially loved writing the lore tablets and found objects like Nifara's letter, Kade and Tyril's poetry and songs (and Kade and Bakshi in general, my beautiful bards), the Old Gods, Mal and Tyril's romance routes, and both Mal and Raine's mental health journeys.

Since I wasn't the lead, not everything I wrote made it in, and there's some stuff that even ended up on my own personal cutting room floor for Blades 3 (mostly due to length). I got nostalgic over the weekend, and found a longer version of one of Tyril's poems that I thought y'all might like to see, so I've included it below as thanks for everything y'all have given the Blades team. You are what made the sequels happen, especially Blades 3.

Because I figure you might be looking for more stuff like Blades now that we've come to what I dearly hope is a bittersweet but satisfying end, I did want to shout out the art I was consuming when we were working on Blades 3:

Not Another D&D Podcast - If you're a fan of Dimension 20 (and who isn't?), you know the brilliant work of Emily Axford and Brian Murphy, but Jake Hurwitz's hilarious and heartfelt himbo fighter Hardwon from Campaign One was my direct inspiration for the voice of Nithrax. (Wanda Maximoff was Midys's, if ya couldn't tell. An autistic queen.) But truly pick any of NADDPOD's campaigns (or Dungeon Court), and you'll have a great, hilarious, and surprisingly poignant time.

Transplanar RPG "The Second Stranger" Show and Podcast - Mercer? Lee Mulligan? Iyengar? You know them, you love them, but I guarantee you've never heard someone like Transplanar's Dungeon Master Connie Chang. His work is poetic, visceral, and wickedly funny in a way that is, might I say, otherworldly, and her cast is magnificent. "The Second Stranger" is an all trans, POC led actual play show about a group of misfits who have to save their world's gods before they can save the world. It is also shippy (and gay) as fuck. Truly, if you wanted the Blades gang to be a polycule, this is the show for you.

Baldur's Gate 3 and The Dungeons & Dragons Movie - the new and worthy additions to the canon. If you haven't tried 'em please do.

Anyway. The poetry is below the cut (please be nice. Tyril is a baby writer.) and I'm feeling some kind of way so if you have lore questions (or questions in general), feel free to drop 'em in my inbox and I can try to answer them. They'll be non canon answers and I can't talk about PB's internal processes in detail, obvi, but I did hang around with the fire with Kade a fair time so I know a thing or two. (And if you like any of my recommendations, I'm always up for chatting about them!) P.S. Don't worry about me. I actually work at Chapters now, and my first book was high fantasy as well (primarily Norse and Celtic mythology). I'm also working on a new indie game with some other Pixelberry layoff casualties including some incredible artists, the head writer of the Cursed Heart, The Crown and the Flame, and It Lives series. (They are the same person can you imagine???), and the writer who gave us that scene at Joaquin's apartment in LoA2. (You know the one.) We hope to be able to tell y'all more about it soon.

Thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart. It has truly an honor and a privilege to work for these characters. And for you.

[A behind the scenes note, I always told myself that translated Morellan Elven/Elvish tends to lack the full poetry of the original because they have more words for things than the human tongue does. Part of this is just that we were working with only a few references from Book 1 and added as we went, but i also liked the idea that a culture this old (and a culture partially founded by a storyteller) would be difficult to translate to a younger language like Morellan. So if the poetry's bad, I blame the imaginary translation.]

This was originally going to take place in Tyril's second 30 diamond premium (when they're resting in the Elements.) MC has just asked Tyril for another poem.

--

Tyril: I have one other that is somewhat presentable. But Kade said the scansion was simple.

Raine: Kade... has opinions. And bar tabs. If he wants me to tolerate one, he needs to manage the other.

Raine: He also may have meant it as a compliment. He's a translator, remember? He appreciates ease.

Tyril: But he's correct. It is simple.

Raine: There's nothing wrong with simplicity, Tyril. Simplicity can be elegant.

Raine: The stars, the sun, all of nature is simple. Would you blame them for what they are?

Tyril: You're better at this than me.

Raine: Maybe you're just inspiring me.

Narration: You bring Tyril's hand to yours, kissing each pale blue fingertip.

Raine: Tyril. Read it to me. Please.

Narration: But he doesn't read. He doesn't have to. Every word is a whispered caress along your shining skin.

Like blood and water (s/he) is Eternal and ephemeral. A mystery few can solve, a puzzle box to be opened. How like a statue s/he stands, too proud and too strong to let the cracks show. Let me be your mason, O great Light, great Patron I will honor your wounds, fill them with pearls from the Sea and diamonds from beneath the earth. That hallowed earth Yawning wide to call me to your quiet, cold embrace. Give me but a word and I will follow. I wait And wait And wait And hear Nothing. This time interminable, this torture endless I search for you everywhere but the undiscovered country Hope is a fragile, dangerous thing, a candle in a tempest. I find the flame in each new face, each new question, begging Have you seen (her/him)? They ask me to describe you, your hair, your skin, your frame But the words turn to dust on my tongue. There is nothing. Nothing to define the wonder of you. You are not copper nor marble, clay nor precious gold. You are a river, an island, a forest ever growing beyond my reach. Lungs burning, limbs aching, I pursue. Begging the stars to return their (daughter/son) to me. Forgive me, my Uluin, my world, my love. Forgive me.

Narration: Tyril pauses, his bright eyes sliding to the floor.

Tyril: See? Simple. Unfinished.

Raine: Yes. Exactly. Simple. Perfect. Even when unfinished. Because that means there's more story to tell.

Narration: You gently bring his gaze to yours, soft and clear like first snow.

Raine: There is nothing to forgive, Tyril. Nothing I haven't done myself.

Narration: As promised, he kisses every scar, every fear you've ever had. They do not disappear of course. That was not his aim.

Narration: Instead they are immortalized, perfect and true in the night sky of your love.

[rudyking]

Kook Hunting:

When Chloe, Yn and JJ's teenager daughter accidentally spills that Topper was trying to mess with her, JJ goes DEFCON one- at the least- after overhearing this.

The salty air of the Outer Banks hung thick and warm, carrying the scent of pine and the distant, rhythmic crash of waves. The late afternoon sun painted everything in hues of gold and amber, casting long shadows across the weathered wooden deck of the Chateau. Chloe, JJ and Yn’s fifteen-year-old daughter, sprawled on a faded blue beanbag chair, her laughter echoing across the yard as she bantered with Pope and John B.

Chloe was a delightful mix of her parents. She had Yn’s gentle eyes and sweet smile, but JJ’s mischievous glint and shaggy blonde hair that she constantly pushed out of her face, just like him. Today, she was recounting a near-disaster story involving a kite, a rogue seagull, and a very tangled fishing line, embellishing it with dramatic hand gestures and sound effects that had Pope rolling with laughter and John B grinning.

“And then, like, the seagull is squawking, right? And the kite’s doing this death spiral, and I’m just standing there covered in sand and seaweed, looking like a complete kook myself!” Chloe finished, punctuating her story with a flourish.

Pope, wiping tears from his eyes, managed to gasp, “Dude, you’re your father’s daughter, for sure. Pure chaos magnet.”

John B chuckled, nudging Chloe with his foot. “Speaking of kooks, did you see Topper at the Wreck the other day? Dude’s got a new boat, like, twice the size of his last one.”

Chloe shrugged, picking at a loose thread on the beanbag. “Yeah, he tried to show off, asked if I wanted to go for a ride.” She rolled her eyes, a touch of teenage disdain in her voice. “Like I’m impressed with boats.”

John B and Pope exchanged knowing glances. Topper Thornton, the epitome of a Kook Prince, and Chloe? It was a recipe for teenage drama, best avoided.

“He’s always been a tool,” Pope muttered, dismissing Topper with a wave of his hand.

Chloe sighed, suddenly becoming a bit more subdued. “It wasn’t just the boat thing, though. He… he was being kinda weird.”

“Weird how?” John B asked, leaning forward with a flicker of concern.

Chloe hesitated, twisting the thread harder. “Just… touchy. You know?” She mumbled, avoiding their eyes. “Like, trying to put his arm around me, and stuff. Saying things. About, you know…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing slightly. “He was trying to get me to, like, go back to his place. For… stuff.”

Pope and John B’s easygoing laughter died down. A heavier silence settled over them. Pope’s brow furrowed with a protective instinct kicking in. John B’s jaw tightened.

Unbeknownst to the trio, JJ had just stepped out onto the deck, a plate piled high with grilled shrimp in his hand. He’d been inside, jamming to some old punk rock and getting dinner ready. He was in a rare, mellow mood, humming along to the music, looking forward to a relaxed evening with his girls and his best buds. He was about to announce dinner, but Chloe’s last few words hung in the air, sharp and jarring.

“Trying to get you to go back to his place? For stuff?” JJ repeated, his voice dangerously low. The playful tune he’d been humming evaporated, replaced by a sudden, icy rage.

Chloe’s head snapped up, her eyes widening in dawning horror as she saw her father standing there, his dimples vanished, his blue eyes now sharp and blazing. She hadn’t meant for JJ to hear. She’d been talking casually, assuming it was just between her and the guys.

Yn, who had followed JJ out with a bowl of salad, froze, her gentle smile faltering as she sensed the immediate shift in the atmosphere. She looked from JJ’s thunderous expression to Chloe’s stricken face and a knot of apprehension tightened in her stomach.

“Dad, no, it’s not…” Chloe stammered, panic rising in her voice.

But JJ wasn’t listening. His gaze was fixed on Chloe, but his mind was already spinning, images of some entitled Kook kid, handsy and predatory, flashing through his brain. His protective instincts, usually set to high, instantly cranked up to DEFCON one.

“Who was it, Chloe? Tell me right now.” His voice was like steel, devoid of any of the usual playful sarcasm.

Chloe’s bottom lip trembled. “It was… it was Topper,” she whispered, shrinking into the beanbag chair, wishing the earth would swallow her whole. She’d just wanted to sound cool, like she could handle it. Now, she’d unleashed the full force of JJ Maybank fury.

JJ’s eyes narrowed further. “Topper Thornton? That preppy little… He put his hands on you?” His knuckles were white as he gripped the plate of shrimp, which now looked utterly unappetizing.

“No, Dad, not really, he didn’t… it was just… he was being a creep. That’s all. I told him no. I left. It’s fine,” Chloe rushed out, desperately trying to minimize the situation.

But it was too late. The dam had broken. JJ was already surging forward, putting the plate of shrimp down on the table with a loud clatter that made everyone jump.

“Fine? Fine? Some Kook tries to get handsy with my daughter and you think that’s ‘fine’?” His voice was rising, laced with disbelief and fury.

Yn stepped in quickly, placing a calming hand on JJ’s arm. “JJ, honey, breathe. Chloe said she’s okay. She handled it.” She tried to inject a soothing tone into her voice, running her hand up and down his arm in a calming motion.

“Handled it? She’s fifteen, Yn! Fifteen! And some entitled little rich boy thinks he can just…” JJ sputtered, unable to find words strong enough to express his outrage. He started pacing, his shaggy blonde hair falling into his eyes. He shoved it back, agitation radiating off him in waves.

Pope, ever the voice of reason, tried to interject. “JJ, chill, man. Chloe’s right, she’s okay. Topper’s just a douchebag. We all know that.”

John B nodded in agreement. “Yeah, JJ, we got it. We were talking about it, making sure Chloe was alright.”

But JJ was beyond reason. His protective father mode had kicked into overdrive, fueled by years of Pogues versus Kooks resentment and a deep-seated distrust of anyone from the rich side of the island.

“Making sure she’s alright? Did you go find Topper and teach him some manners?” JJ demanded, his eyes flashing between Pope and John B.

Pope and John B exchanged a nervous glance. “Uh, no dude, we just… we just talked to Chloe.”

“Talked?” JJ exploded. “Talked? That’s it? He tries to pull some crap on my daughter and you just ‘talk’?” He threw his hands up in exasperation. “You guys are Pagans! I should’ve known I couldn’t rely on you for backup in a Kook situation.”

“JJ!” Yn said sharply, her voice finally gaining some edge. “Stop. You’re overreacting. Chloe is fine. You need to calm down.”

But JJ was already charging towards the stairs leading off the deck. “Calm down? I’ll calm down after I have a little chat with Mr. Topper Thornton. Kook hunting time, boys!”

Chloe, her eyes wide with regret and fear, scrambled out of the beanbag chair and ran after him. “Dad, no! Please! Don’t! It’s going to make it worse! I don’t want you to do anything! I’m fine, really! I swear!”

Yn sighed and massaged her temples. “Oh, Lord,” she muttered, turning to Pope and John B, a wry smile playing on her lips despite the tense situation. “Well, looks like our quiet evening just went up in flames.”

Pope and John B, though slightly apprehensive about JJ’s impending ‘kook hunt,’ couldn’t help but chuckle. This was classic JJ. Over-the-top, impulsive, and fiercely protective, especially when it came to his family.

“Kook hunting, huh?” John B grinned, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “Might as well join the party. Wouldn't want JJ to get all the fun.”

Pope, still a bit more cautious, hesitated. “Guys, maybe we should try to talk him down first? This could escalate fast.”

Yn shook her head, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in her expression. “Honey, trying to ‘talk JJ down’ once he’s in ‘protective Papa bear’ mode is like trying to stop a freight train with a daisy. Best to just… manage the fallout.” She sighed again. “Alright, let’s go keep our resident kook hunter from starting an international Kook-Pogue war.”

They hurried after JJ and Chloe, who were now arguing at the bottom of the stairs. JJ was grabbing his keys, his jaw set in a determined line. Chloe was tugging on his arm, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Dad, please, don’t do this! It’s embarrassing! He’s just going to think I’m a baby if you show up and start yelling at him!” Chloe pleaded, her voice thick with emotion.

JJ paused, his anger wavering slightly at the sight of his daughter’s distress. He looked into her tearful blue eyes, so much like his own, and a flicker of his usual tenderness softened his features.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, baby girl,” he said, his voice gentler now, though still rough around the edges. He cupped her face in his hands. “It’s okay. Daddy’s just… Daddy’s just going to have a little talk. Man to man talk. About respecting women. And daughters.”

Chloe sniffled, unconvinced. “But Dad, he’s going to laugh! He’s going to tell everyone! It’ll be so humiliating!”

“Let him laugh,” JJ said, a smirk creeping back onto his face. “Let him tell everyone. They’ll all know that messing with Chloe Maybank comes with consequences. And trust me, baby girl, consequences from your old man are not something anyone laughs about for long.” He winked, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

Yn, Pope, and John B finally caught up, Yn placing a hand on JJ’s shoulder. “Okay, maybe ‘kook hunting’ isn’t the most… diplomatic approach, but I get it. Just promise me, no throwing punches, okay? We’re aiming for a ‘stern talking to’, not a brawl at the yacht club.”

JJ grinned, his mischievous side peeking through the anger. “Stern talking to it is. With extra sternness. Maybe a little… ‘persuasive’ sternness.” He clapped Pope and John B on the shoulders. “Alright, Pagans, you’re with me, right? Operation: Leave Topper Thornton Petrified, is a go!”

Pope groaned but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. John B was already grinning, rubbing his hands together with anticipation. Chloe, despite her initial horror, couldn’t help but crack a small smile herself. Even in her mortification, a tiny part of her was secretly, just a little bit, proud of her overprotective, wonderfully chaotic, and utterly hilarious dad.

As they piled into the Twinkie, ready to embark on their slightly ridiculous, and probably very misguided, ‘kook hunting’ adventure, Yn shook her head and laughed. “Oh, JJ,” she said, her voice full of affection and a healthy dose of exasperation. “You are absolutely impossible.”

JJ winked at her from the driver’s seat, his dimples flashing once more. “Impossible? Maybe. But I’m your impossible, babe. And Chloe’s. And that, my love, is the best kind of impossible there is.”

And as the Twinkie sputtered to life and roared off down the sandy road, leaving a trail of dust and laughter in its wake, Yn knew he was right. Life with JJ was never dull, never predictable, and sometimes, admittedly, a little bit crazy. But it was always, undeniably, full of love, loyalty, and a whole lot of chaotic, comedic, Outer Banks adventure. And for Yn, and Chloe, that was more than enough. It was perfect.

[tkthrilla-writes]

What was in that drink?

An Alastor x reader fic. Slight warning of possessiveness might be needed but only for that one scene

His smile was as strained as it could ever be as he watched and felt his darling host get ready. Checking themselves out in the full-length mirror in the corridor, making sure that the nice and neat clothes that they have not worn in a very long time. Patting down the sides that looked like they are creasing, making sure that they are presentable for the night.

“You know my dear,” Alastor’s shadow parted from his host and appeared in the mirror as if he was an extension of the human, “you could just stay here with me,” he tried to act sly by getting in his host’s face, as if trying to seduce them into staying with them.

“Oh come on Al, it’s my turn to be switched out tonight, and we barely go out as is,” the human now started to fixate on their hair, trying to make sure that it was properly parted and styled. “Besides, you know this is a work thing that I can’t exactly get out of,” they started, “and didn’t you say you had business at the hotel and that is why I got today to be switched out.”

Since he was an almighty demon with almighty powers and abnormalities, his smile became more strained, literally stretching ear to ear while his brows gave away the scowl that he would convey had he been there in person. But alas he was bound to the shadows. And he couldn’t show his darling host his blatant disagreement without saying anything so she could spend more time with him.

“Ok, I am done,” she said, this brought him down to Earth and brought him back to reality, “and I am heading off,” she ended with a brilliant smile on her face, clearly looking forward to the evening.

“Now now my dearest,” he motioned as she started to walk to the door, only stopping by the kitchen counter to wear the nice shoes that are practically new despite owning them for a good year or so, before making a grab for the keys and moving closer to the door, “why not have a ball here with me instead of those retched and filthy people you work with.” He tried to gesture as best as he could through his parted shadow, but all he looked like was a wispy black smog that was tightly bound together to make his outer shape.

“Hey come on, it’s not like I am going to be gone that long anyways, beside you got stuff at the hotel you said you needed to do aaaaand,” she prolonged it as if it was going to be the next main and great point, “you get to have a break from me and have time to yourself! I know how much you hate being cooped up for so long.” Ending with a gentle smile that shocked Alastor, making him take his hand back at very slight shock and rendering him speechless. “Anyways, I’m off! Good luck at the hotel and see you later!” she smiled, and that was that, she was out the door, only a single light on for his sake otherwise the apartment would’ve been completely dark.

“I don’t want a break from you,” if he were human, he could’ve sworn he sounded heartbroken, but instead they came out as plain words with a lot of emotion trying to be hidden as the main meaning behind them. A good number of beats had passed with him standing by the door like a lost puppy waiting for his owner to return before he realised a good hour had passed. It was time for him to head back down to greet and terrorise the citizens of Hell.

But first… a quick side stop to a certain bar wouldn’t hurt one bit.

So dispersing back into the shadows, he started to travel half way across the city just to go to this one specific bar where his darling host is. Surely enough, there she was, Alastor could see her from the under the streetlight across the bar. She was laughing, looking like she was having a good time. Slimy Dave on the other hand looked like he was trying to pull some moves on her, but blissfully ignorant she just kept on talking with Channel. She looked so adorable, while she still put a lot of effort in dressing up, she was still decent compared to her female coworkers who tried their hardest to wear revealing clothes.

“Someone is looking to be sinful tonight?” Alastor thought to himself watching everyone interact with you. “Should be sinful with me instead,” he continued, thinking of all the people they could be out killing together. All the fun and chaos they could bring together.

All these thoughts started to leave a sour taste in his mouth the long he watched you laugh and interact with colleagues. Having enough, and in a very bad mood, he slammed his microphone on the ground, and in a split second he was now staring at the walls of his room at the hotel. He sneered at them as if they had done something wrong to him. The smile he held being gracefully fake, as he had enough on being in his room, and barged out the door. Making his way down the stairs were everybody was and greeting them with a boisterous “Hello Everyone!”

The three hours later the work was done, denizens of hell coming and going, the princess of Hell skipping around all happy at her success, the moth following close behind her. Meanwhile the cat stood behind the bar, as was his post to clean the glasses and make the drinks, all while being hovered by the flirtatious spider. Alastor spent a good second staring at them before deciding to fuck it, and walk over to them. She is out at the moment so he will be too.

“Your largest drink of your heaviest, my good Husker!” he demanded, pulling out a chair to seat himself on.

“Since when ya sit with us antlers! Not that I’m complaining ofcourse,” Angel said flirtatiously, arms and hands spread out as he leaned onto Alastor’s side.

“Do not be ridiculous,” Alastor replied, using the head of his microphone to push Angel’s face away, “I am merely here to enjoy a drink.”

“Kid does have a point,” Husker glared while pouring the radio demon his drink and sliding it right into the demon’s hand, “You don’t normally drink here. What’s wrong with you?”

“Well you see, it certainly has been a long week,” Alastor exclaimed, beating about the bush because why would he do the healthy thing and open up as to why he is upset. Only person he would do that to is not around and out on their own.

Self-absorbed into his rant, he failed to realise Angel’s bored expression leaning into Husker and ask the classic question, “What ya give ‘im?”

Husker just leaned while cleaning his next glass, “Water with 2 shots of absinthe,” Angeldust had to visibly stop himself from spit-taking his drink all over Husker before an evil grin spread across his face, one that he didn’t bother to hide as he watched Alastor take sip after sip between rants. “Give ‘im a couple more minutes, he’ll start singing like a canary,” Husker continued eyeing the poor demon that is has now fallen victim to his bartending skills.

Surely enough, the winged cat was right, Alastor had started to sway and slur at his words, as he finally arrived in ranting on about his week that has gotten him upset, “And then she said yes!”

“No!” Angel and Husker yelled out in sync, now invested in the drama that is between Alastor’s host and Alastor himself.

“Yes!” Alastor swayed, shifting his weight onto the bar, “can you actually believe that she said yes to going out with that blasted Dave and those filthy people she works with!”

“This ‘Dave’ sure sounds like a sleazeball!” Angel jumped in absolutely loving the drama of Alastor’s life.

“The sleaziest!” Alastor yelled lifting his microphone up in the air so hard he threw himself off his seat, and scrambled to grab the bar to catch himself before he fell to the ground, “he cannot see one living being with legs without trying to seducing it!” Hands now outstretched, face planted down on the bar, heaving heavily from getting even more heated up and angry than he already was.

“Why would she go out with them?! She should’ve stayed with me,” he straightened himself out, now standing, hands still down on the bar, but his eyes started to turn into radio dials turning, his head started to twitch, static started to play in the background, “SHE LEAVING ME!” he yelled out, his hands clutched so quickly he scratch the bar, leaving behind claw marks, and now static filled the air.

“You know Al,” the static now cut, his eyes now back to normal and looking at Charlie who had overheard and walked in on the conversation, “maybe you should talk to her about this and how you feel about it,” she said now starting to stutter and feel nervous under the attention Alastor was giving her with his intensive gaze.

“Yeah,” Angel jumped in starting to light a cigarette, “don’t get your panties in a twist, the gal is allowed to have her own night on the town. Can’t she?” he side-eyed Alastor, depending on his answer he would have been judging, but thankfully he did agree.

“Yes she may, she is her own human being-“

“Then what is the problem!” Vaggie jumped in getting fed of his temper tantrum.

“The problem is-!” he was about to finally admit it, but he got interrupted by his microphone literally ringing like a regular phone. “Hello?” he turned around, speaking into the microphone to answer, acting fully sober despite the little sway that was very evident to everyone at the bar.

“Hey Al, how are you doing?” the star of the show replied back for everyone to hear. Angel sucked in and started to choke on his cigarette, Husker spit out his drink, and Charlie just to shake Vaggie out of sheer excitement, “Is that what she sounds like?” she exclaimed, so full of excitement that you could see the hearts in her eyes.

Alastor turned away even more as everybody started to crowd on his to try to hear what the two were going to say, “Quick hectic as per the usual my dear, although some rascals do not know how to mind their own business,” he nearly snarled, trying to give everyone a threatening look to leave him alone but obviously it went ignored.

“You think you’ll be home soon? Got some tea to spill,” she trailed off.

“And what other mess did you get yourself into you little fox,” Alastor spoke deeper into the microphone, walking away from the piling sinners and princess who trailed behind him, somehow Nifty had joined in on their fun on trying to overhear his conversation. Brilliant.

“Not me, more like Donna… with Dave,” Angel choked on air and started to laugh as soon as he heard that, “sounds like it’s going to be double D up in the office tomorrow…” Angel started to wheeze at the innuendo.

“Where are you?” Alastor started to sound desperate, trying to leave, the prying eyes of the hotel.

“I’m at home-“

“Goodnight everyone!” Alastor turned to announced, arms outstretched in the air, proceeded to slam his microphone to the ground, and in a burst of light he was back in the apartment watching his dear human pour a glass of water.

“Hey Al,” she said smiling ear to ear.

“Hello darling, you’re home early,” he commented shifting his shadowed weight to stand next to her by the counter.

“Yeah everyone started to get drunk and I figured since we have work tomorrow I might as well leave early, everyone is still at the bar probably getting wasted,” she explained, drinking her water and started to make her way to the bathroom to get cleaned up for bed. “By the way,” she started, ripping off her clothes and putting them in the laundry basket, “who or what was that on your end of the line?”

Alastor let out radio glitch sound effect at the sudden question, “I do not know what you are talking about my dear,” he lied.

“Mhm sure,” the human figured out quickly that it was a lie and probably one of the people he talked about that help run the hotel, “now come on and jump in, got some tea you might like me to spill and an early night calling!” she stretched her arms, popping her stiff joints as she walked down the corridor.

Eager for everything to return back to normal and for him to accompany his host to rest in bed, he eagerly fused back into her body. However, something immediately felt off for the both of them. She immediately rushed back to the bathroom and threw herself to the toilet, luckily it was open, and whatever was in her stomach was now being wretched up into the toilet.

“The fuck is happening?! That was a $15 fat ass burger!” she heaved and proceeded to vomit a second time.

“Maybe it was all the drinking you have been doing,” Alastor replied in a passive aggressive manner, mostly because he also was feeling its effects and definitely the thought of her getting drunk and drinking with those lowly being she worked with being absolutely irritating.

“That’s bull! I’ve been,” she paused the heave before continuing, “been chugging water the whole night!” she then coughed up. “Hell no this was you,” she accused after finally calming down.

“And why would accuse me of doing this to us?!” Alastor got agitated.

“Well we know what affects you affects me so spill it! What did you drink?” she heaved even more, both of them feeling a wave of nausea coming over.

“…I will need to ask Husker tomorrow…” Alastor said blankly.

“AAAAaaaaaaalllll,” she groaned, “guess we are going into work with a hangover,” she sighed, the both of them now feeling absolutely exhausted.

[hugsandchaos]

@zumbieve You made the ever-amazing Isekai’d Shadow AU, but what about something a little different?

I bring to you Isekai’d Sonic!

@cellsknife Just wanted to tag you too since you’re awesome and we discussed something similar before

So @cellsknife and I thought it’d be funny if Modern Sonic joined B!Team Sonic, and once brought into the group, B!Sonic told him to just ignore Sticks’ crazy theories or go along with them. Stuff like aliens, government agents, and robots, and M!Sonic would think about Shadow’s alien half, how one of his closest friends is a robot, and works with G.U.N. occasionally and thinks to himself “Geez, no wonder your Shadow hates you so much.”

So this new Sonic is shorter and less snarky, so he finds a place in Hedgehog Village pretty quickly, but what I think is most interesting is how he’d react to this universe’s Shadow.

Be Warned: I’ll be mentioning a lot of headcanons, so if you get bored by some of this stuff, I won’t take it personally.

First, M!Sonic would notice his voice sounds off. As if he were sick and struggling to speak, but being able to shout makes M!Sonic second guess his first assumption. Also, the Shadow he knew can’t get sick. He really hopes this Shadow is the same, but he’s harder to talk to. This Shadow is a lot more snappy, but M!Sonic sees straight through him. He knows the signs. He also sees the small cracks in his inhibitor rings. This Shadow has clearly been around a while and has seen harsher days, and is more distrusting, so M!Sonic decides to try earning that trust.

He tried coffee beans, but B!Shadow made a face like he’d puke. Very odd, but M!Sonic could try something else, right? Wrong! B!Shadow turned down every bit of food offered to him, and then M!Sonic remembered that time he heard his universe’s Shadow mention that he could go without food or water and simply rely on chaos energy. With the limited information he had, he concluded B!Shadow must’ve given up food at some point to survive and didn’t know how to eat anymore without throwing up. He hated that, but it was the best theory he had.

He also tried just being around him in silence. Obviously, this angered the dark hybrid, but he actually got used to M!Sonic being around. To some, this didn’t seem like anything, but M!Sonic saw progress. Then he started asking questions or making passing comments, little things here and there to break the silence for a minute.

Then came the night M!Sonic “asked” about his Black Arms half.

M!Sonic: Sticks was rambling today about aliens again. The others don’t buy her theories, but we both know she’s not entirely wrong.

B!Shadow spun around and looked at M!Sonic like he just threatened to kill his entire family and blame it on him.

After M!Sonic talked a bit about his universe’s Shadow and how he’s half Black Arms, B!Shadow became quiet and asked M!Sonic is he was really okay with the fact that one of his friends was part alien, and M!Sonic shrugged and said that he thought it was pretty cool. B!Shadow admitted to what M!Sonic already knew and even added that part of the reason he began trusting him was because he had a look inside his mind a few times and saw that his intentions were genuine.

I like to imagine M!Sonic sitting outside the beach shack and B!Sonic asks him if he’s going to come back inside, and M!Sonic goes “Nah, Tall Shadow said he’s going to show me his Black Arms form and will be here any minute. I can’t wait to see.”

One day, during an Eggman fight, M!Sonic spotted B!Shadow and asked for some help. To everyone’s surprise, B!Shadow listened.

M!Sonic also gets Riding Privileges. B!Shadow’s black arms form is very tall thanks to Black Doom’s genes, and he’s allowed M!Sonic to be on his back or shoulder if he ever needs to carry him. I think it’d be fun to see M!Sonic on B!Shadow’s shoulder and B!Sonic goes “Why can’t I do that?!” And M!Sonic responds with “Don’t deny the existence of his Black Arms half, then we’ll talk.” And B!Shadow just goes along with it and nods in agreement.

Now let’s talk about chaos energy. M!Sonic would gladly tell the others about chaos energy, and he knows that B!Shadow’s “magical abilities” are actually chaos powers. He’d also be really worried about the cracked inhibitor rings, but B!Shadow insists it’s fine and seems convinced that there’s no way to fix them since the stone used to make them doesn’t form naturally anymore.

M!Sonic wonders if part of the reason B!Shadow is cranky all the time is because he can also feel the lack of chaos energy and if the fact that he’s the only source of chaos energy is somehow affecting him mentally. If he brings a bit of chaos energy to the island, would B!Shadow feel more at ease?

Or is it something else? Why does no one ever mention Rouge or Omega? Or G.U.N? It seems like a bit of a bold move since B!Shadow is a pretty private guy, but M!Sonic might need to ask him directly if he wants to get answers.

Anyways I’m rambling and this whole thing looks messy, but that’s the majority of the idea. Isekai’d M!Sonic taking one look at B!Shadow and thinking to himself “Yeah, that’s not right, time to befriend him and see what’s going on. Pspsps, alien hybrid, I’ve got some comfort and friendship for you!”

Best part is I can actually see M!Sonic going “pspsps” while holding or shaking a bag of coffee beans, and B!Shadow is hissing at him with his third eye out, his tail grown longer and slashing around in anger, his quills raised, and his stripes glowing with chaos energy sparking. So an intimidation display mixing both Black Arms and Hedgehog behaviors.

[brittle-doughie]

(Part 2!)

The next day, Sunflower Cookie went back to the ruin castle, overgrown with sunflowers taller than the crumble walls themselves. Something felt off, along with the “soul-jam” that they found yesterday. Sunflower Cookie was gonna get to the bottom of this mystery, if they don’t like it or not. They hop and climb over the rumble on the ground, getting into the castle and passing by the glass mural. They grab the soul-jam out of their messenger bag, the warm teardrop gem still warm in their hands. “So what is my connection with this castle? You talked yesterday so you can talk today.” Sunflower Cookie question the gem, kicking a small pebble. “Oh, dear friend. You’ll manage to keep your curiosity! But you lost your memories and original form.” The gem said, chuckling then sighing. Sunflower Cookie groans loudly in frustration, annoyed at the clairvoyant answer. “Come on! You said that last night when I asked!” Sunflower Cookie kept walking through the rubble, going deeper and deeper into the castle.

After a while, they reach a library inside the ruin castle. Sunflower Cookie could read for hours on end, so they were excited. Browsing the shelves, they notice a book written by someone called Light Milk Cookie that was illustrated by Blooming Butter Cookie. The book was about the theatrical arts and science. The illustrations were fantastic, where Sunflower Cookie couldn’t help feel proud for some reason. “Oh…this book. I remember Light Milk Cookie’s explaining about a lot of stuff for hours while you try to write and draw all of it down for this book, while also trying to pay attention.” The Light of Compassion chuckled. Sunflower Cookie just gave a strange look and puts the book into their bag.

Later, Sunflower Cookie reach an old training ground of sorts. The ground was covered in scratches and the slight smell of spice in the air. “The training grounds where Red Spice Cookie would spar with you, even though you were significantly weaker than him, you still kept up a fight. And then afterwords you two laugh it off.” Sunflower Cookie was definitely put off at that one. They aren’t a fighter, their a writer.

Next, they went into small meditation room, where the cupboards had tea leaves and incense. “I still distinctly remember you not be able to sit still while Clear Flour Cookie and you tried to meditate. And while you didn’t like the tea, you still drank it to make her happy.” Sunflower Cookie has trouble trying to like tea, so that actually made kinda sense.

After that, they went into a garden, still blooming with brightly color flowers of pink and yellow. “The hours you and Sweet Sugar Cookie would work on this garden, getting dirty and observing the bugs. Then, you two take a long nap, exhausted.” Sunflower Cookie doodles a ladybug in their notebook, listening to the soul-jam. They do like to observe bugs, not anything gross though.

Finally, they walked just outside the castle, sitting of a bench. “Fair Salt Cookie would come back sometimes with wounds protecting the innocent. You would tend to him, ranting to him to be more careful while he sighs at your concern. Oh yeah good times.��� Sunflower Cookie just listen, vaguely remembering all of it, but there are still torched pieces of a painting.

After exploring the castle, Sunflower Cookie went back to the Cookie Kingdom and went to bed…

…At the Ivory Pagoda, Mystic Flour Cookie’s apathetic atmosphere slightly change. “Oh. Have the seeds grown back to a sunflower? Will we have tea again?”

In the ruin lands of destruction, Burning Spice Cookie laughs in excitement. “Hahaha! Looks like the sparring matches will be greater than ever! Will you have new tricks up your sleeve!?”

Up in the sugary clouds, Eternal Sugar perked up from her slothful nap. “*yawn*. Is that…you…Blooming Butter..?” Her voice softened, cracking with grief. Deep inside the Silver Tree, Shadow Milk Cookie hummed. “Ugh! Thousands of years stuck in this tree, and I can’t think I a play you might like. No matter~ I can always use simple lying!”

And deep in a dark forest, Silent Salt Cookie stop in his tracks, armor covered hand clutching his sword. “…” He looks onto the distance, silence went away with sad silence instead. He walks further in, eventually reaching a ruin castle overgrown with sunflowers taller than the ruin walls. He walks in, passing rubble and further in. He walks towards a bench, sitting on a spot where he sat thousands of years earlier, where he had a friend scold him about be careful while tending to his wounds. He lays a hand over the spot his friend sat, feeling the warmth of a sunset. He now know, that his friends is back, but not the same. They won’t remember him, or anyone else. A single tear drops onto the ground, the only thing breaking the silence.

Neat read.

[macabr3-barbi3]

Tethered- RadioApple (Hair Pulling)

WE'RE SO CLOSE TO THE END EVERYONE

Once again a huge thank you to all of the wives @fraugwinska @hazelfoureyes @minkdelovely @synamartia @sugoi-writes for letting me be part of this- I've had such a fun time getting into the prompts and getting to know everyone, y'all are so cool and talented and I'm happy to have been included 🥹

Come check out Syn's beautiful Masterlist for the event RIGHT HERE and see the other tasty stuff that everyone has cooked up over the course of the month! And make sure to come back on the 31st for the 6-way prompt 🦆

Summary: after an argument, Lucifer tries to walk away- Alastor reaches out to grab his shoulder and instead gets a handful of hair instead. Lucifer is into it Tags: hair pulling, inappropriate erections, dry humping

Lucifer’s first mistake was leaving his hat back in his bedroom. And he was still kicking himself for it- he didn’t have the height it gave him, and his hair would be at the mercy of wind in the garden if not for the product he had thrown into it this morning, something new that made his hair feel stiff and unclean. And of course, as soon as he stepped outside for some fresh air after another conversation with his excitable daughter about how Heaven was a sack of shit and no one should even want to go there, who should follow him but that fucking bellhop?

“Good afternoon, your Majesty! Fancy meeting you out here.”

“Fancy my ass,” Lucifer mumbled. “When you follow someone you tend to end up at the places they go. What do you want?” But he knew already- Alastor was itching for a fight, for some of their usual banter that may or may not evolve into one of them swinging on the other, just to see how much they could fuck one another up before Charlie or Vaggie stumbled upon them and made them stop. And normally he would be in the mood for it- something about seeing Alastor’s chest heaving with anger, his face flushed with embarrassment when Lucifer landed a zinger, was addictive, and he normally couldn’t get enough of it.

“Oh, just out for some air! With all the acid rain lately it does seem to be in short supply, hm?” And wow, how original, a joke about his height. He really wasn’t in the mood to deal with Alastor acting like a child desperate for attention today though, so he didn’t respond verbally and instead just continued walking, sighing internally when Alastor merely kept up his pace. ���Come now, sire, surely you won’t deny a subject the costless gift of conversation!” And when Lucifer continues to ignore him, acid slips into his tone- “You’d think you might at least try to do one thing right as our ruler, after all.”

Lucifer whips around, wings exploding from his back as he turns to face the sinner- his rage fades when he sees how eager Alastor is for it, eyes tracing the lines of his wings with obvious excitement. He lets them fold again. “I’m really not in the mood, Alastor,” he says, figuring that matching energy was the only way to get him out of his hair. “Why don’t you be a good little overlord and go fuck off somewhere else?” He turns on his heel to continue his walk, hopefully without his new tall, creepy shadow, and misses whatever insult Alastor throws his way as he tries to escape.

And then there’s sudden, electrical pleasure that rips down his spine, the shock of it so sudden that a moan tumbles from his lips, forgetting where he was and who he was with. It fades after a few short seconds, and reality comes back to him; he was in the garden. With Alastor. Who… had a fucking hand in his hair in an attempt to yank him backwards. The grip he has is tight and unyielding, and when Lucifer tries to turn his head back to glare at the demon, the hand comes with, tightening strands of his hair across the claws and forcing him to still if he didn’t want another embarrassing noise to come out. 

“Let. Go.” He says as calmly as he can, but he can feel the prick of his claws against his palms as his brain wars with his body about whether he was more angry or turned on.

Alastor is quiet for a moment, the silence making Lucifer nervous. “What was that?” He finally asks, his voice strained, and Lucifer starts to shake his head before the action pulls at his hair again, biting back another sound of pleasure.

“It was nothing. Let me go, get your hands off me.”

“I’m fucking trying,” Alastor hisses, and yanks his hand back- Lucifer comes with it, a pathetic whine escaping him as he stumbles backwards into Alastor’s chest. “I’m stuck. What is this repulsive, sticky substance in your hair?”

“It’s fucking hairgel,” Lucifer snaps, bringing his hands up to try and pry the demon’s fingers from his head as he turns to glare at him as gently as he can, without risking any further pulling of his blonde locks. “Of course that fucking bob of yours is natural, but some of us have to put effort into fucking looking good, jackass.”

“Hold still,” the demon snarls, and this time when he tries to jerk his hand out of Lucifer’s hair the tug against his scalp makes him fall forward and to his knees, white-hot desire shooting through his veins and making his legs weak.

He’s hard- embarrassingly so, the heavy weight of it straining his slacks at his unexpected response to the stimulus he was being subjected to. He needed to do something to get out of this situation, before something even more mortifying happened like coming in his pants, or worse- Alastor noticing.

Of course, as his luck would have it, the worst case scenario is the one that he’s been thrust into. There’s a soft “oh!” of understanding from Alastor as he looks down at the king on his knees, and Lucifer’s heart sank. Here would come the humiliation, begot of a bodily response he hadn’t known about, could never have predicted. Charlie would be terribly disappointed when he was forced to dispose of Alastor after this, but desperate times and all that-

“What do we have here?” The demon asks with his usual fucking smirk, and Lucifer is going to snark something back at him when he feels the man’s fingers shift in his hair; no longer simply stuck in his strands but purposely gripping a fistfull of it. When he tugs Lucifer’s head back slightly, the pain his scalp sharp, aching, delicious, the king can’t stop the desperate groan that rips free of his throat. “How interesting!”

Lucifer’s about to show him how fucking interesting it was when he tore the overlord’s arm from his body if that was what he needed to do to escape. The way he’s looking down at Lucifer with his dark eyes is making him feel uncomfortably… submissive. Which isn’t something that the King of Hell should be, and is probably why Alastor wanted to keep him on his knees as long as he could. He opens his mouth to retort, to tell Alastor exactly what was going to happen if he didn’t let him go, when there’s suddenly firm, perfect pressure against his strained cock, where Alastor has pressed the sole of his shoe against it. He chokes back a moan, clenching his eyes closed as Alastor smirks above him.

“Something the matter, sire?” He asks with a head tilt, eyes narrowed while he regards Lucifer on his knees. “You look like you have something to say.”

“Oh, I’ve got a lot to say to you right now, mother fuuuuuck-” The word collapses when Alastor applies pressure at both points of contact with Lucifer’s body- the hand in his hair yanks hard, Lucifer’s head angled almost painfully back, and Alastor’s shoe shifts and provides just enough friction that he can’t stop the roll of his hips against it. His brain is flooded with chemicals that course through his body, make him want to beg for more- he tries to bite his tongue against the pleas that threaten to spill forth but the effort is futile. “Oh, God-”

Alastor chuckles, just out of Lucifer’s line of sight with how far his head is being held back. “There’s no need for honorifics,” he says softly. “Though I suppose I could be persuaded to be generous with you, provided you can ask for what you want.” There’s no static to his whisper, just something akin to a promise in his tone, and for once he’s patient as he waits for a response- not goading the king into answering by insulting him or spewing bullshit. Lucifer debates on what he would be losing out if he does what Alastor is implying and begs. And fuck, it’s humiliating to be held like this and spoken down to and still feel his cock throb with need but now that he’s here with an iron grip in his hair and pressure against his erection- what did he have to lose by saying ‘please’? 

If, down the line, Alastor tried to hold it against him? He would cross that bridge when he got to it.

He’s not even fully sure what he’s asking for when he opens his mouth- more pressure against his cock? A firmer hold in his hair? To be let go? Whatever it is that Alastor is going to grant him, Lucifer was ready for it. “Please,” he breathes out quietly, and only has to wait a moment before he’s being gently tugged forward, Alastor’s foot moving so that Lucifer now straddles his ankle.

The grip in his hair does loosen, and he’s able to tilt forward enough to see Alastor’s face again- his smile is softer, his eyes half-lidded and dark and not a trace of his usual maliciousness to be seen. He pets his finger gently across Lucifer’s scalp, and he resists the urge to simply rut against the man’s leg when the sensation of it still sparks pleasure through his body. It takes him a moment to realize that they’ve moved- no longer in the middle of the garden, but in a dark, quiet room where Alastor takes a seat against the navy velvet of a wide couch.

Alastor notices the inquisitive look and scoffs. “As though I would risk allowing anyone else the chance to see you like this. This,” he says softly, raking his claws gently along the nape of Lucifer’s neck, making him unconsciously grind into the firm surface under him, “is for my eyes alone.”

His face flames. “Don’t make it sound like something it’s not,” Lucifer mutters. “You just like seeing the King of Hell on his knees for you.”

“Nothing wrong with that when you’re getting something out of it as well, yes?” Lucifer is quiet, and Alastor’s chuckle echoes in the room. “And if the position doesn’t agree with you, you’re more than welcome to relocate.” He pats his thigh with his free hand, and Lucifer hesitates only a moment before standing on his shaky legs and straddling Alastor’s leg, one knee dangerously close to the apex of Alastor’s legs, the hand that had been in his hair waiting patiently nearby to help position him. This felt… different. Not necessarily bad different, but this close to Alastor he was hyper-aware of how much smaller he was than the other demon, and that feeling of submissiveness returns, not entirely unwelcome now with the change in circumstances.

“Let’s begin, shall we?” Alastor slides his fingers back into Lucifer’s hair- too soft at first, but then he gets the pressure back, strands pulling tightly between the demon’s fingers, and Lucifer doesn’t bother trying to hold the sound he makes back now that they’re alone in a secluded space. His cock aches, hard and wanting, the friction from his own slacks against Alastor’s leg somehow both perfect and not enough. 

He sets a steady push and pull with his grip on Lucifer’s hair- pulling sharply and then easing up in even intervals, a pattern that Lucifer finds himself replicating with the movement of his hips. He thinks he should probably say something, but no words feel adequate- for once Alastor was quiet, no quips or barbed comments that fell from his smiling lips. He simply watches Lucifer rock on his thigh and takes in the noises he makes with a sigh.

A particularly sharp yank on his hair has his hands flying up to find purchase on something, his fingers ending up tangled in fur and digging into Alastor’s chest. The demon’s breath hitches, his own free hand coming up to settle on Lucifer’s hip and press his claws into the soft flesh under the king’s clothing. He uses that to help guide Lucifer’s movements, cock rubbing almost painfully against the fabric of Alastor’s pants but fuck, it’s too good to stop or slow down.

Alastor guides his head so their faces are mere inches apart- Lucifer thinks for one incredulous moment that he’s going to kiss him. But no, he just maintains eye contact and his cocky smirk while Lucifer grows more desperate, no longer any rhythm to the frantic fucking of his cock against Alastor’s leg. It’s debasing and humiliating, but the hand in his hair tethers him to the moment, reminding him of who he is and who he’s with.

That’s the thought that has him spilling, that it’s the untouchable Radio Demon himself allowing Lucifer to use him for his pleasure, in a place below the king that he usually seemed determined to displace at every opportunity. “Fuck, Alastor,” he chokes out as he comes, pulses of hot release that soak through his pants and drip messy into the lap of the demon under him; at the sound of it his head is wrenched back, claws breaking through the skin of his hip as Alastor’s grip tightens drastically. Tears slip from his eyes at the multifaceted pain-turned-pleasure, and the moment oozes languidly from something passionate and desperate to soft and quiet- words he never thought he would associate from an encounter with Alastor.

When he tries to lift his head up, Alastor doesn’t relent. “Fuck, let go,” Lucifer whines. It still feels too good, his cock twitching at the ache of his scalp, but even with his angelic stamina less than a minute was far too soon to go again. He doesn’t budge, and Lucifer can’t move his head to see what the problem is so he starts shuffling around in an attempt to dislodge himself from Alastor’s grasp, and-

Well. That was an impressive erection pressed against him.

Alastor does release his head now, as well as the hand on his hip, and then Lucifer can get a good look at him- his eyes are wide and frantic, hungry as he looks at Lucifer, and his smile is strained- a bead of blood drops from his teeth where he had bitten his lip. They stare at each other for a moment, the air between them tense with anticipation and Alastor’s lips parting to speak- 

“Do you want some help with that?” Lucifer asks, breaking the softness of the moment before he can think better of it with a flick of his eyes into Alastor’s lap, and there’s a screech of feedback that fills the room, Alastor’s pupils clicking to dials before he’s suddenly unmoored. Alastor simply vanishes, dissolving into shadows beneath him, and without the solid form to rest his weight on Lucifer falls off the couch onto the floor.

“Mother fucker,” he hisses, elbows stinging from how hard he had landed, and when the darkness lifts from the room to reveal one of the hotel’s various offices Lucifer knows that Alastor has gone.

[koolades-world]

Big S is in the house aka.dude who always writes way too long requests🗣️

Happy 2k followers and here is a request

"what're you doing out here at this hour?"

"you're so cute, it hurts"

"to me, you're perfect. i don't care what anyone else says"

With my one and only babyboy Asmodeus, Assmuah, Asmuadelisa, the best boy in universe and my husband i do not accept other opinions 🥰

So Asmo was gone for entire day for work, like majorish stuff where he was working at his new collection of makeup and modeling and other things, and something got him insecure, that new collection is not good enough, or is modeling is not perfect, like someone said that he is not natural enough in his poses or that the pigment of eyeshadow is not bright enough, overall bro stressed out and came late.

"what're you doing out here at this hour?" MC is like "bro ur ok? Where uve been, it's late"

And when he tells them they are like "you're so cute, it hurts to see you so stressed, i wish i could come with you to help you with that, but i can't bro im not a pro at that shi, want a therapy cuddle?"

And they cuddle while watching some Romantic Comedy that Asmo would love even tho MC doesn't really like them. and MC is like "to me, you're perfect. i don't care what anyone else says" and they muah muah and cute fluff of two cute patooties i love my husband give me some cuddle fluff my request making machine(/j)🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

thank you!! great to see you again :)

i just want to say i absolutely love the way you spun the you're so cute it hurts one??? that's so genius and i would've never thought to use it that way

enjoy <3

prompts 29, 32, and 37 w/ Asmo

“Mr. Asmodeus, ready to head home?” One of Asmo’s dedicated helpers from Majolish poked their head in the door of his studio.

“Are you closing up?” He looked up from the color wheel he was studying in comparison to the proposed and actual eye shadow pallet colors.

“I tried to get you twenty more minutes, but Ms. Ezos is about to fall asleep.” Ezos was the project manager who’d been working with him for his makeup line from Majolish. She’d been very helpful and sweet, and seemed just as invested in the production of the line as he was. The entire thing had been something of a struggle, and it felt like there was an obstacle around each corner. The latest issue was that the colors of his eyeshadow pallet weren’t what he imagined. They were supposed to be lots of different shades of pink with a couple other colors thrown in, but none of the pinks are what he’d imagined or proposed originally. To him, they all looked too similiar.

“It’s alright. What time is it?” He yawned and took a sip of his water in an attempt to wake himself back up.

“Just past midnight.” The helper checked their watch.

“I didn’t realize it was so late. I’ll pack up my things.” With a sigh, he gathered up all this things and packed them away. He grabbed his bag and with one last look at the test pallet, left the room. The helper locked it behind him. He knew he’d be back in that room sometime tomorrow.

“I think you did really great today.” They trailed after him.

“Thank you. It does need some work. I don’t think I’m happy with it yet.” He took some of the samples home with him to compare with items he owned to see if it actually wasn’t the color he wanted, or if he just needed rest. He left the studio without trying to look for Ezos or anyone else he’d worked with. They probably had went home already anyways. His assistant waved him off, promising to let everyone know he’d gone home.

Since Majolish wasn’t far from home, he walked to and from the studio. Most everything was closed, save for a couple shops. None of his favorites were open, so he had no excuse to stop and shop to lift his mood. When he got home, the house was silent. He made his way to his room to put this things down and get ready for bed. He went for a bath and changed into his pajamas. He sat and thought for a little bit before deciding to eat a little something before bed, as he couldn’t recall the last thing he ate.

He made his way downstairs, and purposely avoided looking at all the clocks on his way there. He opened the fridge to look for something to eat, and when he shut it, you were standing there. It scared him a little.

"So, what're you doing out here at this hour?" Mc was holding a bowl full of snacks, which they set down, implying they'd been in the kitchen in the entire time. He had totally missed them.

"Mc! I'm just a little hungry is all. I've been working on my new makeup line all day." His stomach growled at the thought of eating again.

"Asmo, it's almost two am. You left before I even woke up this morning. You need to treat yourself better. You're so cute, it hurts to see you like this." He couldn't meet your eyes, because you looked genuinely upset.

"I know I've been slacking more recently, but it's only because I'm putting everything into developing.

"You look worn down. I can't offer much, but if you want, we can cuddle and watch something of your choosing?" You opened your arms, much to his delight. He rushed in and enthusiastically hugged you.

"You're just delightful! Can we watch a romcom?" He knew you weren't the biggest fan of them, but you did say he could pick.

"Of course. Lert's get you some food, then we can do that. It's important to fuel your body." He was glad he had you. You let him know what the family ate for dinner, which he opted to eat. The two of you went back to his room, where you put on a romcom of his choosing. He leaned heavily into your side while he was eating, and once he finished, he made sure you properly cuddled him. You were only half watching the movie he'd put on. You were mostly looking at him. He looked more relaxed now.

"Asmo," you said.

"Hmm?" He looked up at you.

"I think you needed to hear this, but you can tell me otherwise. To me, you're perfect. I don't care what anyone else says." You gave him a forehead kiss. He didn't respond for once, but he gave you a cheek kiss back that conveyed all the emotions he couldn't put into words. That's all he needed to hear, especially from someone he loved.

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Shadows and tears

So this is a series about Azriel and reader. English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you like it!

Summary: Reader is a tortured soul who barely escaped the brutality of the Illyrian camps finding shelter in the Day Court. Her identity was well hidden until she caught the attention of the Night Court’s Shadowsinger. Will the mating bond be enough for their love to settle in?

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse and trauma, smut towards the end (18+)

Masterlist

Prologue , Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 10

Chapter 9

Hope.

The next morning you woke up ready to face the new day. The smile never left your face as you showered, got dressed and braided your hair. Maybe this could work between you and Azriel. Once again you met Nesta in the dining room and after your breakfast you headed to the roof finding Cassian, Azriel, Emerie and Gwyn. You started stretching and waited for Cassian to train you while the girls were already moving into the ring.

 It was Azriel who approached you. “Ready?” He cocked his head.

“I thought Cassian was going to train me” you furrowed your brows.

“He told me you need some help with your shadows and your focus” he replied straightening his posture. The hurt of your reject flashing in his eyes.

“Okay” you muttered, guilt building in your chest.

He led you to the usual corner. You placed your feet like Cassian had shown you and stared at the training dummy. Azriel placed his hands on your hips to angle them correctly and you heard a gasp behind you two. Both of you snapped your heads to the direction of the gasp. Gwyn was on the ground holding her nose as blood flowed from it. Nesta was by her side muttering apologies and Cassian was standing in front of them, a harsh look on his face. “You lost your focus” Cassian growled.

“I’m sorry” Gwyn said and glanced at your direction; her eyes stayed on Azriel who tensed.

“Okay let’s get back to work” Azriel told you dismissing the look Gwyn sent him.

You tried to focus again, but something wasn’t right. Why was Gwyn staring at you like that. You would shake the thought off, but Azriel tensing was proof that something is going on. The shadows whispering in your ear brought you back from your thoughts. You continued, trying not to blush at the shadowsinger’s praises. Training with Azriel was way more helpful than with Cassian. Not that the warlord didn’t know what he was doing but Azriel could understand the struggle to keep focusing when something cold was whispering in your ears. When training was over your brain felt like a mush and your body ached. Az had a proud yet worried look on his face as you limped to the bench to drink some water.

“You did really good today” he said taking a seat next to you.

“Yeah, and became best friends with the ground” you replied. “I’m a little jealous of that, you’ve hugged the ground so many times that I now believe that you like it more than me.” He pouted. The shadowsinger pouted. AND he made a joke. You blinked and burst into laughter. He grinned and stared at you. “Oh don’t let it go to your head I’m only laughing that much because it was unexpected” you shoved his shoulder and he chuckled. “Nope you just think I’m way too funny” he replied and winked at you.

“You arrogant Illyrian” amusement filled his eyes “You are an Illyrian too” he replied with a teasing smile.

“Maybe I’m arrogant too, we’ll see” you shrugged and got up, picking your stuff to go back to your room.

“Are you coming to Rita’s tonight?” he asked walking next to you. You remembered Nesta telling you that everyone was going during breakfast. You nodded.

“Great I’ll see you there” he offered you a smile and disappeared in his shadows.

The moment the hot water touched your aching body you moaned. All your muscles relaxed, and you wondered if you could just stay in the bathtub for the rest of the month. You knew Mor would burst in your room to get you ready, so this plan was hopeless. You enjoyed the moments of peace not realizing how long you stayed there. The water started getting cold and the door of your bathroom opened, like the house was telling you to get out, you glared at the wall and then chuckled feeling stupid for being mad at a house. With a sigh you grabbed the towel and wrapped it around your body. You entered your room hissing at the cold and cursing yourself for leaving the window open. Dinner appeared on the small coffee table and Mor burst in, Nesta hot on her heels with a bottle of wine. They slammed the door shut, filling your room with giggles as they jumped on your bed, hot plates of food appearing in their hands and three wine glasses next to your plate. You narrowed your eyes. “This belongs to Rhys’ personal collection; we don’t know who took it” Nesta shrugged and they both burst into laughter earning a giggle from you too.

“He’s going to kill us if he finds out” you muttered shaking your head but taking the bottle from her hands to fill the glasses. You all ate the food and got ready. Mor chose the clothes you all would wear and Nesta did your hair before doing her own.

By the time you had to leave you were all tipsy, giggling you all made your way to Rita’s where the rest of the inner circle was waiting for you. You walked to the booth and took a seat next to Azriel who sniffed and smiled teasingly. Rhysand was staring at the three of you, a scowl appearing on his face.

“Please tell me I’m not smelling my wine” he whined throwing his head back desperately. Everyone laughed while Feyre petted his hair cooing “poor Illyrian baby”. Shock was evident in your face as you watched the most powerful high lord acting like a toddler.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re his mate or mother” Amren spoke lifting one brow.

Azriel placed his hand on your thigh relaxing back and then tensed when he realized his actions. Before he could take his hand back you covered it with your own and offered him a sweet smile. You saw relief on his face as he relaxed more. Nesta saw the movement and winked at you. You knew the alcohol made you so bold, but you couldn’t stop yourself as you laid back on him. The others didn’t seem to notice, or they just hid it well as they continued drinking and chatting.

“….and then he was on the ground with just one punch.” Cassian exclaimed throwing everyone into a fit of laughter. He was talking most of the night, he had so many stories from the war and the Illyrian camps, and he told them with such a humorous way. You were amazed by the way he could make such dark stories so fun, but you could see the haunted look behind his eyes. Azriel bumped his shoulder into yours, a curious look on his face. You stared into his eyes, primal instinct taking over you as you captured his lips with your own. He was frozen but after a few licks on his bottom lip he grabbed the back of your head and started leading the kiss, it was hot, messy and needy. When Rhysand cleared his throat you two broke the kiss, staring at each other. He smiled and turned his gaze to his friends who continued their conversation but kept smirking. You made a mental note next time something like that happens to get your shadows to cover both of you.

After some drinks Azriel cleared his throat getting everyone’s attention

“I think me and y/n had enough to drink we are going home” he announced and grabbed your hand. You stood up and followed him after saying your goodbyes to the others who were howling and whistling.

“They are acting like kids” Azriel muttered.

“Lighten up Mr. Grumpy” you giggled. He smiled and grabbed you by the waist shooting up earning a surprised yelp from you. In a matter of seconds you could see every part of Velaris. You felt so lucky to be able to live in a city like this. Azriel landed on the roof of the house and let you go.

“I have wings you know” you teased him.

“I know but I wanted to feel you.” He confessed. “Why’d you kiss me?”

“I don’t know… I felt comfortable like I could belong in this family, and you next to me… it felt right.” You shrugged but then your jaw dropped. “Oh Cauldron boil me, I didn’t ask for your permission I just kissed you, Az I’m so sorry.”

His eyes widened “No. You don’t have to ask for permission to kiss me. Don’t you ever think that again.”. He grabbed your face and slammed his lips on yours, a hard kiss to confirm his words. He left you breathless. Your eyes filled with lust and the smell of your arousal filled the place. His eyes darkened in response, and he pushed you onto the wall, his body covering yours and pushing you harder against the wall. You could feel his breath on your face as he stared deep into your eyes.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish” he growled and lowered his head to your neck, smelling you. You felt his tongue caressing your soft skin only his lips interrupting the trail as he left soft kisses.

“Who told you I can’t finish it?” You breathed and almost screamed when he manhandled you, laying you flat in the middle of the ring. He kept kissing his way down, lifting your dress until it reached your waist. His face was between your thighs, and he stared at you waiting for permission, you nodded and in a blink your underwear was ripped, and his mouth was on you. He licked a long stripe, and his teeth grazed your swollen clit. You moaned his name pleading for more. He chuckled and brought his fingers between your folds, entering them in a harsh move that made you gasp. He removed them and brought them between your lips. “Taste yourself” he ordered. His voice strong and cold. You did as he asked a hum of pleasure deep in your throat. You lapped his fingers tasting yourself until he yanked them out of your mouth, grabbing your jaw and moving your head so you could look at him. “Don’t be greedy leave some for me” he growled and brought his fingers in his mouth, tasting your arousal and saliva. You could climax just by the view. Your heat clamping onto nothing making you more frustrated.

“I want you…please” you whined. A vicious smile appeared on his face as he unbuttoned his pants taking himself out.

“Then take me” he snarled and slammed into you. You cried out in both pleasure and pain making him stop.

“I’m okay” you breathed, and he continued pounding into you, changing his hips’ angle to hit the right spots. You were seeing stars, your throat sore as his name kept leaving your lips like a prayer. You were reaching your high quickly but you wanted him to finish with you, so you stretched your hand caressing the sensitive place on his wings making him shudder.

He snapped his hips once, twice and his body tensed, his cock deep inside you as he filled you up.  A low “fuck” leaving his lips making you follow him crying out his name, and every forgotten God’s name. He throbbed inside you. His hair falling on his face along with drops of sweat. He stared in your eyes, lowering his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss full of care and love. He pulled out and you whined at the empty feeling making him chuckle. He laid next to you staring at the stars.

“I wanted our first time to be gentle, but I couldn’t hold myself with the way you were looking at me and the alcohol I had” he confessed, and you could hear the guilt in his voice.

“It was perfect, I don’t like it gentle” you replied and laid your head on his chest. Your hand caressing his jaw. He took your palm and left a soft kiss. You didn’t know how long you stayed like that or when you dozed off, but when you opened your eyes, you were in your bed. Alone.

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