#uh. not all angels have mouths but they do all have eyes so they flash like this for communication

[neo-wolfe]

Angel Communications ✨

[pickingupmymercedes]

Kiss me - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Kiss me - Cassie

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: smut (it's a cute one though)

wordcount: +4k (got carried away, ops)

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EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, -18 DO NOT INTERACT

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“Looking all sweet, but let’s be real, he’s the type to f** Y/n so hard she’s left feeling her cervix as a souvenir of their night.”

His fans had always been in fine form, but after those pics were released from his event? Oh, they were in rare form.

One tweet caught my eye, and I had to bite my lip to keep from cackling out loud. There he was, looking like an angel on earth, his smile all soft and innocent—yet the caption was nothing short of outrageous.

I nearly snorted, and, of course, it got his attention.

“Something funny?” Lewis asked, his gaze shifting over, already curious.

He looked so blissfully unaware of the chaotic energy his fans had just injected into my life. “What’re you reading?”

“Oh, nothing. Just, you know, your fans thirsting” I said, holding my phone up so he could see. His eyebrows lifted slightly as he read, and when he got to the cervix part, that smirk I knew all too well spread across his face.

Great. Here it comes.

“They’re not exactly wrong” he said with that smooth, I’m-definitely-trouble smile. “Didn’t you just say a few days ago that your gyno might get worried one day?”

My eyes practically rolled back. “I cannot believe you’re bringing that up.”

He shrugged, unbothered, stretching his arm across the back of the couch, his fingers grazing my shoulder. “Why? Because it’s true?”

I tried to brush it off, laughing, but I realized his fingers were already on my jaw, gently tilting my face up to his. I gave him a mock-innocent look, like I wasn’t just laughing at his, exceptionally creative fans.

“I’m just saying, they’re funny. Doesn’t mean I actually think it’s accurate.”

“Uh-huh.” He leaned in close, his eyes locked on mine, dark and serious. “You sure about that?”

God, his gaze was enough to make my stomach flip. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of that.

“Well…” I trailed off, clearing my throat as casually as I could manage.

Big mistake. Because in a flash, I saw that competitive spark in his eyes, the one that always meant I was about to lose any game I tried to start with him.

“Oh, is that a challenge?” he asked, voice dropping into that deep, rumbling tone that never failed to get my pulse racing.

“Only if you’re up for it” I shot back, praying he couldn’t tell I was already half a goner from just that look.

He chuckled, low and smooth, and that was all the warning I got before his mouth was on mine, shutting me up mid-sentence. His lips moving with just the right amount of heat that my snarky attitude was gone.

I forgot the stupid tweet, the fans, the whole internet, because now there was only the feeling of his hands on my neck, his chest pressed against mine.

When he finally pulled back, I could barely breathe, and he had the nerve to smirk at me. “Still think they’re exaggerating?” he murmured, his fingers tracing along my jaw.

I wanted to come up with some snappy reply, some sarcastic retort, but I could barely think straight with him this close. All I managed was a slightly shaky, “Maybe a little.”

“Guess I’ll have to remind you thoroughly, then.” He grinned, and before I knew it, he had scooped me up from the couch like I weighed nothing, carrying me down the hall to our bedroom.

One kiss after another, he was laying down a trail of heat I couldn’t even pretend to resist, my hands already tugging at his shirt, which somehow found its way to the floor.

Okay, fine I thought, somewhere in the haze of it all. Maybe the fans do have a point.

I barely had a second to catch my breath before he was on me again. And I mean on me.

I was melting into the bed, feeling the weight of him, the warmth, like every nerve in my body was suddenly awake and waiting. He brushed my hair away from my face, his eyes tracing over me like he was memorizing every detail.

How on earth did I get this lucky?

And, of course, Lewis wasn’t exactly making it easy for any train of thought to be coherent.

He lifted the hem of my shirt slowly, so slowly that I almost wanted to roll my eyes.

Tease. But the moment his lips touched my stomach, any trace of sass in me just evaporated. His kisses were gentle, lazy almost, like he had all the time in the world to just savor me.

“Oh, you’re enjoying yourself,” I managed, the words barely a breath as his mouth moved lower, leaving goosebumps.

He grinned against my skin, and I felt his lips curl into that playful smile that always made my heart flip. “I think you’re enjoying this just as much.”

He was right, of course, but I’d be damned if I admitted it right away. I was still catching up to how he was going to prove the tweet right, but first he was teasing the hell out of me.

He moved up again, his face inches from mine, and my breath hitched when he took his time kissing me like he was reading the most interesting book in the world, page by page.

Each kiss felt like he was imprinting something into my skin, and honestly, it was a little maddening. Here he was, practically worshiping every inch of me with a patience that I could barely handle.

“I thought you liked it rough” I murmured, trying to sound unaffected, which was absolutely pointless given the way my heart was pounding.

“Oh, I do,” he whispered back, his eyes holding mine. “But I love it when I get to take my time with you.”

He was impossibly close now, and his voice went straight to my bones.

I should have had some witty reply ready, some sarcastic little retort that I’d normally throw out just to keep things light. But he wasn’t giving me an inch to think, his fingers tracing a line down my sides, his lips skimming my collarbone, and I was losing more and more the fight to keep myself together.

My head tipped back when his hands made their way to my hips, his grip just firm enough to keep me in place, and his lips found their way to my chest.

You’re taking forever on purpose, aren’t you, Hamilton?

Each kiss, each touch, felt like he was making some kind of unspoken point. He wanted me to know, to feel just how deep this went for him. And God, he knew exactly what he was doing.

By the time his mouth reached my nipple, the last ounce of my composure was long gone. My back arched on instinct, and I was biting back a moan that would have only encouraged him more.

His fingers moved over my curves like he was memorizing the way I fit under his hands, and then he pulled back for a moment, his gaze flicking up to mine, dark and unreadable. “You really think I’m just like switch, don’t you?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that made my breath catch.

All I could manage was a nod that didn’t make sense. My heart was in my throat, and every inch of me was burning under his touch.

He smirked, as if that was all the answer he needed, and then he dipped back down, his mouth reclaiming my skin. “I’ll show you both sides” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss over my heart. “Rough when I want, and sweet when I have the chance. Or both when you let me.”

And I could barely manage to get out a word between breaths. “You’re... infuriating.”

He chuckled against my skin, his breath hot and maddening. “And yet, you’re not telling me to stop.”

His lips found my other nipple, and he took his time, making sure that my head was spinning by the time he came back up, his hand tracing along my waist, each touch making my skin feel like it was on fire.

The world outside this room could have disappeared, and I wouldn’t have noticed. Right now, there was only him— taking his time, making sure I knew I was the only person who’d got to see him like this.

I was far too wrapped up in him, every look and every touch setting me on fire.

And then he slid his hand down my stomach, his palm pressing firmly against my covered pussy, the heat of it sinking through me.

His fingers toyed at the edge of my lace panties, his touch so light it was driving me insane.

“Lew, come on,” I half-groaned, half-laughed, trying to keep some control over the situation—or at least pretending to. His smirk told me he knew exactly how close I was to giving up that control entirely.

“Oh, I’m coming on,” he murmured, his fingers slipping down to cup me through the lace. The heat of his touch was enough to make me arch against him, and I hated that he knew exactly what kind of power he had over me.

That smug grin of his? Absolutely infuriating. And totally deserved.

He gave a soft laugh when my body responded, and I could practically feel his smirk against my neck. “That easy, huh?”

“Shut up and keep going” I said, trying to keep some shred of dignity.

He knew what he was doing, his fingers tracing torturously slow circles, not enough to relieve the ache but more than enough to drive me out of my mind.

“Patience, love,” he whispered, lifting his head to give me that classic, cocky look. “I promised you both.”

If I’d had the ability to roll my eyes, I would have. But instead, I reached up, grabbing his face, desperate for the feel of his lips against mine.

He grinned, then kissed me deeply, one hand still pressed firmly against me, his fingers finally slipping under the edge of the lace, grazing over my skin.

Then his fingers brushed my folds, just barely, and I bit down on his lower lip, unable to stop myself.

He let out a low growl in response, which only made me grin, even as my heart pounded like crazy.

“Impatient, are we?” he teased, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes flashing with that mischief that was already wrecking me.

I let out a breathless chuckle. “Cut the tease…”

He shook his head, amused, his fingers slipping under the lace fully now, and I felt myself buck against him.

Each slow, teasing stroke on my clit was enough to make me nearly forget my own name.

I was so losing this game.

“Soaked already,” he murmured, his voice a delicious mix of satisfaction and amusement.

I would have made a comeback, I swear, but his fingers were tracing over me in a way that was completely short-circuiting my brain. Every time I thought I’d gotten a grip, he found a new spot, a new way to make me squirm.

“Oh, is that a smile?” he asked, catching my expression and leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek. “Thought you wanted me to hurry up?”

I rolled my eyes absentmindedly, even though I could barely muster the energy. “Hurry up, slow down, whatever. Just don’t stop.”

He laughed softly, and before I could say another word, he moved down, positioning himself between my legs, his mouth hovering so close I could feel his breath. His fingers traced up and down, building a maddening, delicious tension, and every nerve in me was screaming for him to finally close that distance.

“Lew, please” I managed, breathless and desperate.

He gave me one last teasing grin, holding my gaze as he started, his lips and hands working together to arch me off the bed. And with every nerve in my body alight, I realized there was no witty comeback that could save me now.

I was utterly, completely lost in him.

Dizzy with need, every nerve in my body tuned to him, but Lewis? He was taking his sweet time, equal parts infuriating and intoxicating.

He was enjoying every single second, holding me on this edge that had me biting back moans, trying to keep at least a shred of dignity.

Like that was even possible with him right now.

His hand slid down, curling around the edge of my panties to tug them aside. But of course, he just looked at me, a devilish smirk in place.

“So impatient tonight,” he murmured, brushing his fingers lightly over me, like he hadn’t just spent the last however-many minutes driving me insane. “Isn’t this what you asked for?”

If I had any ounce of wit left in me, it was dissolving fast. “I didn’t think you’d take ‘slow’ this slow” I shot back, my voice breathlessness and sass all mixed into one, making his grin grow wider.

“Maybe I just like seeing you worked up” he said, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit.

The jolt it sent through me was enough to make my legs tense, but he just chuckled, watching the effect he had on me like he was studying art. “I need to live up to the hype, don’t I?”

His teasing was making it so hard to keep any semblance of control.

I reached for him, wrapping my hand around the base of him, only to have him still my wrist, that devilish grin back. “Oh no, love. Tonight, you’re just going to feel me. That’s your only job.”

Somehow, his words alone were making my pulse race. “Alright, Mr. Control Freak.” I managed, half-laughing, half-breathless.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, we’re back to the name-calling?”

Before I could respond, he lined his cock, pressing just enough to make me gasp, his hands gripping my thighs as he held me firmly in place.

He was still smiling as he began, his thrusts slow and measured, like he had all the time in the world and zero plans to speed things up.

I was doing everything I could not to lose it completely, but he was making it hard.

Impossible actually.

Every single, agonizingly slow stroke was designed to drive me out of my mind. And he knew it.

He looked down at me, his gaze intense, but there was that barely-there flicker in his eyes. And I saw it. The effort it was taking him to keep his control.

He was fightingit, I could tell, like he was determined to make a point.

“You good?” he asked, voice soft but full of that teasing edge, his thrusts hitting a spot that made my vision blur.

“Yeah” I managed, my voice little more than a breathless mess. “Totally good.”

Not desperate at all. Nope. Not even a little.

But he was still watching me with that knowing grin, his fingers tightening on my thighs as he slowly picked up the pace, his breaths becoming heavier, more labored.

“You’re squirming,” he pointed out, his voice strained with his own restraint. “Think I’ll be able to keep this pace with you moving like that?”

Even in the middle of the haze, I couldn’t help but give him a smirk. “Keep up, then.”

Bold statement—especially given that he was currently holding every ounce of control over me.

And before I could even blink, he lifted my legs, shifting them up onto his shoulders, and suddenly every single thrust hit exactly where it needed to. A slow, perfect shockwave that had me gasping and clinging to the sheets.

“Like that?” His voice was a low growl, his control slipping as his movements gained just a bit more force, each one slow and all-consuming.

I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone answer as his gaze was fixed on mine. Like he was waiting, daring me to say something else, but every word dissolved before it could even reach my lips.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he finally let go of that tight, controlled pace, his movements still slow but just a little rougher, his hands gripping my waist as he watched every reaction he pulled from me.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice labored. “Let me see you.”

Every nerve in me was on fire and somewhere in the haze, I was sure I could feel my heart racing out of my chest. He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine, and with every kiss it was like he was branding himself into me.

I couldn’t stop the sounds leaving my lips, my breath coming in sharp gasps, and he finally let out a groan, his control slipping just enough that I could feel him speeding up, his breath hot against my skin.

“Lew—” I breathed, my voice breaking, unable to stop myself from moving in time with him, my body fully surrendered to the way he was moving against me.

His name was the only coherent word left in my vocabulary, and when he finally lowered my legs, letting them rest on either side of him, he pressed his forehead to mine, his breath warm and steady.

“You feel that?” he whispered, his voice full of intensity, his hand coming up to cup my face as he slowed down just in time to let me ride the waves of my release.

And gosh did I rode that orgasm.

I felt every inch of him, the way he was holding himself steady, giving me that same tender, relentless energy.

As my breath started to steady, he brushed his thumb across my cheek, waiting for me to open my eyes.

And when I did, he was watching me with that same teddy bear smile, soft and proud, like he knew exactly what he’d just done, and like he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, the warmth of his gaze wrapping around me. “You good?” he asked, and even though his words were casual, there was something in his eyes that told me he wanted to hear it.

“I think we’ve definitely moved past good.” I echoed, giving him a half-smirk, half-laugh.

I could still feel the remnants of my orgasm pulsing through me, my body soft and spent, but there was something about the way Lewis was still hovering over me, breath shallow, eyes still full of heat, that had me pulling him closer.

The intensity of his earlier movements had me completely lost in him, and now that he was slowing down, I felt that familiar pull to take care of him, to return some of the devotion he'd given me.

His forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my skin as his movements grew slower and more deliberate.

He hadn’t come yet, and I knew it was because he was doing everything in his power to give me space to come down, to keep from being too rough and just savoring this moment.

His body pressed against mine, his hips moving in slow, circular strokes, dragging against me in a way that had me shivering beneath him.

“I’m good Lew, really” I whispered, trying to catch my breath, and he hummed softly in acknowledgment, his lips brushing across mine before he pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice husky with desire but with that hit of concern, as though he was double-checking, even though I could feel how much he was struggling to keep it slow.

“I’m more than good” I said, my voice a little shaky, but my nails running up his back, pulling him even closer to me. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

I could feel him smile, a small, satisfied curve of his lips. His hands cupped my face as he kissed me gently, deepening the kiss as he started to move again, each thrust slow, almost measured, like he was trying to memorize every part of me.

I could feel every inch of him inside me again, the drag of his pelvis against me driving me wilder even being gentler than before.

It was almost like he was whispering his love in every thrust, and I felt every part of me melt under him, my own hands roaming down to find his back, his sides, holding onto him.

Because I could never let go.

I was so fucked up in the love I had for this man. So fucked up in the way he could turn me inside out, leaving me breathless one moment, and then so tender and gentle the next.

He wasn’t rough now. He wasn’t hurried.

“You’re close” I whispered against his lips, my voice low but teasing, loving the way he was fighting not to lose it. His grip on my sides tightened as he groaned softly, his eyes closing as he concentrated on the slow roll of his hips.

“I’m trying to hold on” he murmured back, his voice strained. “Trying not to rush it… but, damn, baby…”

I smiled softly, my hands gently cupping his face as I kissed him again, slow and tender, wanting to give him everything he needed in this moment.

My own body was still buzzing with the aftermath of my orgasm, and I loved how it felt to be so connected to him. He was still taking his time, even though I could hear his breath faltering with every pass of his hips.

“Let go, Lew” I whispered softly, pulling him down to me, pressing my lips against his ear. “I’m right here”

That seemed to do it. I felt the tension in his body snap as he gave in, and the way his movements became almost desperate but still held that deep, slow rhythm.

His moans were louder now, growing more guttural, and I felt him lose himself in me, in the way he was finally letting go, filling me with a warmth that had me gasping for air.

I could hear his breath hitching as he tried to push himself just a little bit further, the way his body trembled with the effort of holding it together. But it didn’t matter anymore.

I pulled him closer, my hands clutching his shoulders as I whispered more sweet nothings, my lips brushing his skin in a way that had him falling.

When he came, it was slow, labored and deep. His whole body shuddering as he let out a low groan, and I was right there with him, kissing him through it, holding him close as he filled me.

His face was next to mine, his breath hot on my skin, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his ragged moans. There was nothing more intimate than hearing him like this, his pleasure all tangled with mine.

As his body finally slowed, he pulled back slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his features filled with that boyish happiness.

He gave me a soft smile, still trying to catch his breath. “You good?” he asked, the same question he always asked, but this time it was a little lighter, a little less intense.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. “Are you?”

He grinned, his eyes still a little unfocused. “Yeah… just, give me a minute”

I ran my hand gently along his chest, still reeling from the sensation of him inside me, but not losing the opportunity to tease him lightly. “Gotta give it to you, for an old guy, you really work it well”

Lewis raised an eyebrow, looking down at me, clearly amused. “Oh, is that how we’re doing this now?”

I grinned up at him, my body still buzzing from the aftermath. “I’m just giving credit where credit’s due. You might be getting up there in age, but you’ve still got it.”

He chuckled, finally pulling away, both of us wincing at the feeling of emptiness.

He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and as he cleaned my thighs up, I couldn’t help but notice the change in how he looked at me, from that goofy, tender smile to a wicked grin.

He hesitated for a moment before stating “Definitely left a souvenir”

I looked down, feeling the sensitive heat between my legs, and shot him a cheeky smile. “You got a little too carried away with your ‘old guy’ moves.”

He raised an eyebrow, giving me a knowing look. “If you’re still that sassy I’m sure I can find other ways to shut you up.”

I laughed, the sound full of affection and humor. “That tweet’s gonna stick with me, isn’t it?”

But despite the banter, I couldn’t help but feel that warmth again in the pit of my stomach, that quiet love I had for him—the way he could be so tender, so gentle, but also rough when I needed it.

As he kept on cleaning me up, I raised an eyebrow, the corners of my lips twitching into a mischievous grin. "Oh, and just so you know," I started, letting my voice drop into a teasing tone, "I liked the tweet. Just to make sure people know I agree."

His eyes widened in mock disbelief. “You did not,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned back to look at me more intently, trying to gauge if I was joking.

I couldn’t help but smile even wider, the truth hanging between us like an unspoken dare.

He stared at me for a moment, processing the full impact of what I’d just confessed. And then, with a wicked grin, he leaned down and kissed me hard, his lips claiming mine in a way that told me I’d just earned another round in return.

Well, looks like liking that tweet would be the least of my worries.

When he finally pulled away, both of us breathless, I smirked up at him, savoring the moment.

“You know,” I said with a little chuckle, “You might just get me to start a fan club for you.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin spreading. "Oh yeah? What’s it gonna be called? 'I love Lewis Hamilton'?"

I shook my head with a dramatic sigh. "Nah, that’s already taken, probably. Maybe something like, ‘I’d let Lewis Hamilton leave me raw any day,’” I shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were the most normal thing to say.

His eyes flickered with amusement and his lips curled into a knowing smirk. Without another word, he pulled me toward him, kissing me deeply again, his arms wrapping around me like a vice.

I guess if he’s gonna keep me like this, I might just have to start the fan club for real.

But then again, who’s the real fan here?

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[ddejavvu]

Hiii! Could you write a Spencer Reid x fem reader who are dating & she’s super drunk, he needs to take care of her and she’s all “no I have a boyfriend who I love so much” and goes on a ramble about Spencer, not releasing she’s talking to him & he’s all heart eyes and giggly at her whilst trying to take care of her? Lots of fluff? Thank you!

The minute Spencer tries taking your hand to help you down from the booth you're squeezed into, you push his hand away, "No."

"No," You repeat, shaking your head with all the coordination of a baby deer, "Nooo sir. I am not going to be partaking in anything with you, because I have a boyfriend," You announce, your voice spanning over the entire table, even reaching Rossi who's at the head, "And I love him, and you're- just- fuck off."

Spencer's mouth falls open incredulously at your expletive, though a laugh escapes it rather than one of his own. "Oh, really? You've got a boyfriend?"

"Mhm." You nod proudly, settling back into your seat and burrowing away from his waiting hands into Emily's side, "He's tall, and he has a gun, so don't-" You choke on what Spencer presumes is a hiccup, but could very well be a belch, "Don't mess with me."

"You tell'im," Emily laughs, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and rubbing the chilly skin beneath the cutoff of your sleeves, "Do you want me to call Spencer for you, sweetheart? Have him come pick you up?"

"Yeah," You nod easily, your eyes set greedily on your friend's drink now that yours have been downed, "Can you tell him to bring me a blanket, too? I'm cold."

Unbeknownst to you, Penelope herds Spencer away to the edge of the patio your team is seated on, and there's a lingering smile on his face as he listens to what she whispers in his ear.

"I have a blanket in my car," She tells him, "It might have some cat hair on it, but you can totally take it! Go get it, and you can come back like we called you."

"Okay," Spencer's eager to take Penelope's keys from her when she shoves them into Spencer's hands, "Thanks, Garcia. Just make sure she doesn't drink any more, okay?"

A quick glance back at your table reveals Emily holding her glass to your lips, helping you tilt it backwards to dump the concoction down your throat.

"Uh- any more than that." Spencer clarifies. Penelope nods, rushing off to make sure you don't find Rossi's scotch.

Spencer returns barely two minutes later, discreetly dumping Penelope's keys back into her purse. Hotch and Morgan share a knowing smirk when Spencer pats you on the shoulder, and JJ pinches your side from across Emily to get you to notice the man standing beside you.

"Hi angel," Spencer croons, and your face lights up, shining brighter than the fairy lights strung above you, "Emily called me, she said you wanted me to come get you?"

"Spencer!" You cheer, and Emily shares her strength with you to hoist you into his arms where you cling to him like a koala bear, "Spence, you're here! There was this guy, and he tried holding my hand, and-"

"Oh, no," Spencer scrunches his nose, unable to stop himself from laughing when you take it as an invitation to smear yours against his own, "Not a guy! Are you okay, angel?"

"Mhm," You hum, tucking your face into his shoulder, "You're here now, Spence. And you brought a blanket, just like I asked."

"Of course I did," He beams, wrapping his arm tightly around your back as you settle over him like dead weight, "Uh- guys, can we get a bill?"

"Just go," Rossi waves him off, patting his pocket where you all know his rather thick wallet lies, "Take her home now, so that she can't run up my card with any more drinks, and I'll pay for the ones she already had."

"Thanks Rossi," Spencer grins awkwardly at him, flashing the man a strained thumbs-up before he has to use that hand to support the backs of your thighs once more, "Okay, honey, ready to go?"

You don't answer, and Derek leans sideways to peek at you.

"She's out," He snickers, "Pretty boy, make sure she's still breathing when you get home, alright?"

"Got it," Spencer chuckles breathily, "Okay, uh- bye guys."

There's a chorus of send-offs, and Hotch tilts his glass at Reid with an amused twinkle in his dark eyes, "Make sure you're both on time Monday. Hangovers don't excuse you from duty."

[leaentries]

desperate | luke hughes

summary: luke’s girl has never had someone go down on her and he’d be damned if he didn’t change that

i believe this was a request but has been in my drafts for months...oops

warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving), teasing, begging, swearing

“Fuck, Luke.” You moaned into his lips. His hands gripped your thighs, perched on either side of his lap. You tugged at his thick curls as he trailed his lips down your jaw. He placed hot, wet kisses, making sure to leave a mark. 

Luke’s hands traveled up your legs, grasping at your hips. He pulled you further into him, the feeling of his throbbing cock pressed against your core. His lips continued their assault downward, sucking between the valley of your breasts. 

You tightly grabbed Luke’s broad shoulders, nails leaving angry red crescents in their wake. His light groans echoed in your ears. He began to work his way back up, dragging his tongue up the column of your neck. Luke pulled away to meet your blown-out eyes with his own. His chest was heaving with anticipation. 

“I want to go down on you.” He blurted. Your eyes widened in shock, but the surprise was soon replaced with the timid batting of your lashes. Luke took note of the flush that covered your cheeks and ears. You swallowed thickly. 

“I’ve, uh, I’ve never had someone go down on me.” You hushed out quickly. It was now Luke’s turn to be shocked. His eyebrows furrowed. 

“So you’re telling me no one has ever made you cum on their tongue before?”  His crude words made your skin ignite with new desire. Fantasies of Luke’s tongue deep in your cunt flashed through your mind. Your breath picked up, which did not go unnoticed by Luke.

A comforting smile made home on his swollen lips, “I promise I’ll take good care of you, baby. I just want to taste you, I bet you taste like fucking candy.” Luke swiftly flipped you over, laying you down gently. 

Sensing the uncertainty in your eyes, Luke reached to lock your fingers with his. “We don’t have to do anything, angel. Not if you aren’t comfortable.”  You shook your head. 

“No, I want to. I-I’m just a bit nervous, that's all.” Luke placed a long, reassuring kiss on your lips. 

“Okay, but if you want me to stop, tell me immediately.” He gave you a slight stare, before quickly removing his shirt. You just nodded in response, mouth going dry at the sight of his toned abdomen. You reached up to drag your hand over the ripples of hard muscle, taking note of every freckle and mark he had. 

Luke’s heavy-lidded eyes bore into your own, an unknown flame dancing within the dark pools. He let his fingertips graze from your breasts down, goosebumps rising through each pass. Your hands gripped the sheets by your sides as he reached your panties. 

He hooked his fingers through them, slowly slipping them down your legs. He didn’t fail to let his hands drag along the naked skin, sending volts straight to your core. After drawing your feet through, he placed a chaste kiss to the top of each ankle, marking his ascent up your calves. 

Luke’s lips dragged teasingly up your thighs, which began to clench out of desperation. 

“No, no, angel. Gotta keep those pretty thighs open for me.” He sucked in a harsh breath as you obeyed his demand, eyes glued to your glistening core.

 “Fuck me.” You heard him growl lowly, “Such a pretty pussy, all wet for me.” 

His words sent waves of electricity through your entire body. Your weeping hole pulsated at the lack of attention, wanting nothing more than Luke to bury his tongue deep inside. Your hips bucked pathetically, begging Luke to help. 

“Please, Lukey. I need you so bad.” You whined, becoming restless at his hands that traveled in dangerous patterns around where you needed him most. 

He took his lip between his teeth, burying a deep groan that threatened to escape his throat. The sounds of your whimpers making his cock twitch against his shorts. 

“Why don’t you ask me nicely, angel. Tell me what you want.” He lowered his face to your dripping core, as more whines left your mouth.

“Please, please Luke! I, fuck,” you panted, “I need your tongue inside me.”

“See? Now that wasn’t so hard.” Luke wasted no time before attaching his lips to your swollen clit. Your back arched as searing pleasure plagued your mind.

“Shit! Lukey,” Almost pornographic moans left your body as you became unable to control your voice.

The sound of Luke’s mouth slurping at your aching cunt filled the room. His tounge danced in circles around your slit, sucking with just the right amount of pressure to drive you insane.

Your eyes rolled back as you brought your hands to Luke’s hair, gripping onto the curls for some grounding. His hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. His tongue brutally plunged in and out of your entrance.

Your slick pooled around his mouth, causing him to move with ease. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding into his mouth, helping to ride his tongue.

Luke lifted for a moment, chin covered in arousal. His darkened eyes met yours in a heated match, before he returned his swollen, damp lips to your puffy clit.

Fire swelled in your lower belly, signaling the build of your impending orgasm. You dug your heels into Luke’s lower back as you trapped him between your legs.

Luke reached up with his right hand to intertwine it with your own.

Teetering on the edge, your cunt spasmed around him.

“Gonna cum for me, angel?” He looked up, gazing through his lashes while continuing his abuse to your clit, “Make a mess on my face, pretty girl. I know you can.”

The vibrations of his words were just enough to tip you over. The grip you had on his hand got tighter as your hips arched into his face. White-hot pleasure blinded your senses. Your ears rung as you felt your climax hit you.

Your eyes rolled back once more as your body twitched with orgasmic bliss. Luke continued to devour your cunt until you began to whine from overstimulation.

He pulled back, panting as he sat on his feet. Luke rested his hands on your knees, rubbing soothing circles into your, now sore, legs.

“You’re okay, angel.” He moved around to lay next to you, “Come back to me, baby.” Luke cradled your body, placing sweet kisses on your head until you came down from your high.

As your breath began to even out, you could only say one thing, “Holy fuck.”

[trashogram]

He Chose You (Pt. 8)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated E.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 13.5 | Part 14 | End

The illness persists in the weight of your skin over your bones yet the loss of actual muscle and fat that turn you skeletal. Your legs become bow-like and pain radiates just above your hairline. Your vision crackles with scattered flashes of black dots, and you drink like a man lost in the desert. 

Only foods that are red stay down, and even then you only nibble at peppers and plug your nose at the raw meat you stuff in your mouth. You feel the sunlight outside your window when you open it up and stick your hand through, as walking out of your apartment is a chore you can only handle once a week at most. 

Once a homebody, reclusive out of necessity and exhaustion from simple interactions, you now live for Lucifer’s chatter. His presence abates your fever, physically and emotionally. The dependence on him, as sweet as he appears, makes you itch inside. 

Everything is terrible, you tell yourself at least once per day, as the illness persists. 

But if Lucifer is good at anything, it’s providing you with distractions from the ever-present suffering.

—

The sounds you made put the Angelic Choir to shame. 

“Lucifer, don’t say that!”

The King of Hell’s laugh was muffled as he stayed buried in your cunt. The memory of you being so flustered was almost just as sweet. 

He eyed your tightly screwed expression just over your growing belly, and felt gratified at his idea to have you propped up by pillows from head to hips. With the boost, Lucifer could watch you enjoy yourself and remain comfortable. 

Let him feel the springs of your mattress dig into his knees and stomach. They were secondary to the pain of his own hardness straining in his slacks. 

A keen from you, and the feeling of your nails as they raked through his hair and over his scalp, had Lucifer moaning. His eyes rolled back, momentarily blinded by euphoria. 

“Ooh!” 

Eyes snapping open, Lucifer lifted himself from the bed quickly. His tongue slipped out of you, dripping onto the sheets when he was mindless to reeling it back in.

“Why’d you stop?” Your whine between quick pants made him blink.

One eye at a time. 

“I thought I hurt you.” He smiled, sheepishly, once his tongue was back in his mouth. 

His mauve-lids and golden lashes fluttered when you wiped the slick from his chin. There was no missing the color that had returned to your cheeks with all the exertion he was putting you through, and he felt a swell of pride at being able to breathe life back into you. So to speak. 

“Heaven help me.” You said, sarcastically. 

Breathlessly.

The Devil’s hips jerked when your hand rose to grip a fistful of his blond hair. You manually lowered him back between your legs, heedless to the way his entire frame shivered.

— 

‘I think I… I think I’m in love with her.’ Lucifer looked so earnest, meeting the glow of Ozzie’s stare. 

The Sin clucked a tongue in his King’s direction, shaking his head. ‘Well, don’t tell her that. You’re gonna scare her away, man.’ 

—

Lucifer watched you fall apart from just his tongue (its length and width being inhuman notwithstanding). 

You were so beautiful like this. Legs shaking, body spasming, letting go.

‘I love you.’ 

Man’s (alleged) Greatest Enemy could just barely contain himself. 

‘I love you I love you I love you’ 

—

Lucifer brings you another scroll one sunny day, and you find it riddled with names. 

“I’ve been thinking about what to call him or her, so I made a list! …Kinda, sorta during a meeting… whatever, it wasn’t that important!” 

Oh, you could see that. 

“Do you like any of them? Which are your favorites? No! Gimme your top 5!” His jubilation is so innocent, but something inside you hitches. 

“Does it actually matter what I think?” You chuckled. 

“Of course it does!” He cried. “You’re the mo��� uh… you’re putting in most of the work!”

The weak save went unchallenged. You were already circling names, likening the process to navigating a minefield as you looked through a long line of names you couldn’t even pronounce or read. 

‘Ehb 

Horus

Azor 

Carlton’

“What about a girl?” Lucifer asked out of the blue. 

Your head cocked to the side as you realized your picks had been relegated to just one side of the endless list. That he’d written down names for boys and for girls struck you as odd. 

 “You think it’ll be a girl?” 

Lucifer looked at you with a curious gaze. “Could be, couldn’t it?”

After a moment, you shrugged. “I guess so…” 

The King’s confusion crinkled around his eyes and caused an uncanny few lines in his otherwise perfect forehead. You flick the pen at him teasingly to wipe the look from his face.

You write a few names down, and watch with a smirk as his frown turns upside down. 

‘Adrienne 

Charlotte

Maleficent’

You ignored the painful thought that this was a pointless endeavor. Naming a dead thing.

—

With eyebrows raised, you sat waiting dutifully, hands clasped over your stomach while he rummaged through the box. 

“Aha!” He pulled out two red objects, one in each hand, and knee’d the chest out of the way to present them to you.

“Surprise!”

Two remarkably crafted stuffed animals were set before you on the couch cushion. 

Goats. 

It took you a second to place them, staring at their intricate appearances — covered in fluffy red fur from head to cloven hoof, with large yellow eyes and tiny red smiles stitched on their stark white muzzles. 

Shiny, metallic-looking horns curled over the curvature of their little heads, tips almost touching the tiny approximations of wings protruding from their backs. You noticed that the little wings were also sticking out of the backs of their tiny tuxedo suits; solid black to further contrast their Luciferean color schemes. 

An uncharacteristically high-pitched squeal escaped you. 

Damn these hormones. You internally chastised yourself while reaching out to finger at the detailed plushies. 

“They’re so cute!” You admired the unbelievable softness of one’s fur, hand overlapping with Lucifer’s as you turned it this way and that. His grin was so wide in your peripheral vision as he soaked up your fawning.

“Aren’t they?!” Lucifer squealed along with you. “They’re twins! But see this one has lighter fur and this one has sharper eyes. I tried to give them little differences so they had some individuality.” 

“Michael and I looked so similar in the Beginning, a ton of people always got us mixed up. Sometimes it was fun, but I got tired of hearing him bitch about it after the first couple centuries.”

A more serene countenance overtook your counterpart, with his line of sight drifting off to the floor beside you. Lost in thought. Or perhaps reminiscing. 

“Michael?” You asked gently. 

“My brother.” Lucifer replied. 

“Ohh, I think I remember… is he a Prince of Hell too?” 

The formerly Divine man frowned. “… No. Not him.”

A shadow fell over you both, distant sadness suffusing the air. You reached for him instantly, only for Lucifer to switch on like a lightbulb and grin manically. 

“Oh well! Who knows, maybe he took Dad’s side just to make sure no one ever confused us for each other ever again!” 

You pulled away. “… right.” 

Lucifer shook his head after a glance in your direction. 

“Um, so, I was thinking…” He began. “Maybe we give one to the baby an-nd… one could stay here… with you…” 

There was no hiding the confusion that crossed your face. 

You ‘tsk’ed. “You wanna deny the baby half this cuteness?” 

In response, Lucifer tittered, still adamant on looking around the room instead of meeting your gaze head on. “Hah, no. I was thinking that, maybe, we could keep one of them here and… and then they could reunite every time the baby and I… or just the baby… visit…”

Slow realization made your already weak constitution roil. 

Perhaps, if you’d been yourself and not the hollow shell of a person you’d become while pregnant, you would’ve been angry. Or upset enough to shout. Maybe you would’ve gotten up and left him there on his lonesome, wordlessly demanding he not entertain that idea ever again. 

Certainly, the You from before this insane, impossible scenario wouldn’t hesitate to react melodramatically. 

You sighed, fiddling with one of the goat’s tails. “Oh Lou…” 

He cringed beneath the weight of your words, laden with a heaviness that harshened his already guilty conscience. 

“Wait, before you say no —” Lucifer felt his mouth running away from him. “Maybe you could think about it and then decide? Maybe after they’re born?”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything. I don’t expect anything from you.” 

“You’re expecting me to be its mother.” Your tone broke no room for argument. 

Mauve eyelids drooped as Lucifer looked down in shame. “I — ”

“I wouldn’t make a good mom.” Your statement stopped him in his tracks. 

Frustration simmered in Lucifer, slowly creeping into his expression as you continued, unrelenting. His posture went rigid, hands beginning to clench at his sides.

“It’s not that I don’t care. I probably care too much, actually.” You admitted.

It was true. Regardless of your paranoia and how justified it was or not, the sole basis for why you felt the need to argue in the first place —

(And wasn’t that just pathetic? You had feelings for the Epitome of Evil and had entertained being safe and happy with him) 

— the reality was that you’d been a broken human being before this cosmic impossibility entered your life. 

“I just don’t…” You sighed. “I wouldn’t be a good part of their life if I was in it.” 

Your head whipped up, vision spotting when Lucifer blurted:

“You are the best part of my life.” 

He looked angry. Furious. So much so that the sclera around his irises began to radiate a blood-red. 

“Do you know how hard it is? To leave you? I have to convince myself every single time that you’ll still be here when I return!” Lucifer claimed. “And soon I won’t even be able to do that!” 

“I don’t want to say goodbye forever! I… I l…” 

You shuddered, stiffening in your seat. As soon as he realized, Lucifer’s display was cowed. 

“Fuck, are you alright? I’m not — I don’t know what came over me!”

You shook your head. “No.” 

“It stopped.” You whispered. 

Lucifer’s grip trembled around your wrists. “Stopped?”

His breathless echo of your words drew your eyes up. You saw the storm brewing in his ruby eyes, as even though he waited for you to elaborate, a million thoughts pelting at his brain like hail. 

“The pain stopped.” You said. 

Your hands felt over the bump beneath your breasts, as if you might find the imaginary ‘off’ button and turn it back on.

It was ludicrous to think about, but you immediately wished for the agony that had been crippling you to return if it meant that this baby wasn’t… wasn’t… 

Tears glistened in your eyes. Lucifer drew you to his chest in spite of the fear that was pulling his shoulders taut. 

“Wh-what did you do today? Anything different?” The ex-Angel asked shakily. 

His eyes scanned you up and down, lingering on the little dolls he’d just gifted you. 

“No… n-no, nothing different.” You said. “I was in bed all morning, and th… then Cass was here and we had tea… we went out and walked a little bit outside.” 

“Did you fall?” The King hedged. 

You gasped, eyes widening. Instinctively your arms wrapped around your middle at the foreign feeling emanating from within. 

“Did…! You fell??” He panicked, grabbing onto you like a life raft. “Where? On what?!”

His words drifted away as you were enveloped in the strangest surge of feeling you’d ever experienced. 

You could only just muster up the energy to shake your head. 

Sudden warmth. 

And pressure. 

A tiny flutter, one you’d never felt before. 

You inhaled quickly yet deeply at the feeling of something pressing against your belly-button from the inside. 

It made you grin, hands coming back to grab for Lucifer’s own and to pull them to your stomach. “They’re alive!” 

The man’s jaw went slack, staring sightlessly for just as long as it took to soak up the sudden heat there. The baby took pity on its poor, trembling father and kicked again. 

It was Lucifer’s turn to gasp, looking back and forth between you and the bump with dawning awe. 

“It is!” He laughed, a tad bit hysterically. “It — they are alive!” 

“… And… glowing…”

“You’re glowing!”

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[fulgrims-big-naturals]

Blood raven brings you food

its the thing i said i'd do but it took me very long because ive been having random heart palpitations and that makes me scared to take my adhd meds so i didnt start it out proper so here's this out of chronology snapshot instead

oh also @slippi-the-magos

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"hello little songbird, I'm back"

You hear Ulysses cooing from the other side of the locked door along with the clinking of keys.

"i got you something~” He is singsonging with excitement, he must think you’ll like this one.

He always gets you something. A silver bracelet, some soft dresses, a book in a language you don't understand (you haven't told him you can't read it), a disk that makes rainbows when it catches the light, every day there is a new trinket for you. And food too. Three whole meals a day, with the good corpse starch, the one with the added protein. The door opens, pushing aside some rumpled fabrics by it as Ulysses steps into the room. He turns to lock the door again before flashing you a smile.

You swallow your unease to greet him “welcome back my lord” you’re trying your best to sound sweet, but the trans human dread you feel still has weight in your throat and your shoulders. Ulysses eyes light up at your voice, and grows a smile at the title.

“Thank you, you’re so sweet” he replies “and round! You’re so round and soft” he walks over to your bed and pulls you onto his lap, bringing a bag up next to you. “Look, look, I got you oranges”

The bag is full of orange spheres. They smell sweet. You furrow your brow at his excitement. They are nice, yes, but are not very intriguing.

“Do you not like oranges?” Ulysses asks, shifting his weight under you impatiently.

“Oh- no, no, I do! Thank you my lord” you have no idea what these are.

“Oh sweet thing, they’re fruits, you eat them” Ulysses giggles and plants a kiss on the top of your head. “Didn’t you know?”

“No my lord” you answer sheepishly. You still don’t know what a fruit is, but it is probably best not to ask your lord too many questions. You’ve yet to see Ulysses in a bad mood and you don’t want today to be the day you do.

Ulysses takes an orange for himself and bites into it. Seeing him, you do the same. It prickles your mouth, you wrinkle your nose up at the taste. Such a sweet smelling thing tastes so bitter. And it’s wet in the inside, like a very strange egg.

“Oh, you don’t like them.” Ulysses says disappointedly.

Your stomach drops. What would one of his angels do if you turned down his gifts? Your lord spent some of his immortal life to dote on someone undeserving like you and you meet him with ungratefulness? You don’t want to think of what he will do. You won’t think of it. You will like oranges damnit.

“No! no I do, I do” you start chomping into the orange again, getting juice all over your nose and chin. The meat of the orange is sweeter. Without the bitter shell you do quite like it. You breathe a sigh of relief and drop your shoulders.

Ulysses observes your orange based panic, and then your orange based acceptance with fascination. “Are you sure?” He cocks his head with the question.

You turn red, embarrassed to have to explain “I, uh, I thought I didn’t like it at first because the peel was so bitter, but the meat inside is sweet, so I do like them. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, I’m sure there is a way to take the peel off”

“I thought you would be angry that I rejected your gift. which I am not doing, my lord, I do like it”

“Well if you didn’t like them, then there’s just be more for me. So it’s a win-win really.”

“Oh”

He’s not mad. He wasn’t mad when you didn’t know what the Rainbow Making Sun Reflector Disk was either. Maybe being stolen wasn’t so bad? Your old lord would never have brought you gifts. And he’d throw a fit if you talked wrong or looked wrong or other reasons you still hadn’t figured out. You’d better stay on guard though, this Blood Raven hasn’t used you for anything yet, but he must’ve taken you for a reason.

[vermilionsun]

hiiii! could you possibly do a nsfw ais headcannons or kuras! thank yu for reading!

You've read the title, and that's literally it.

Sorry this took so long! :)

Ais

aka my favourite bastard

✩ slams fist on the table CHOKING KINK Slowy snaking his hand around his lover's neck and watching the realisation dawn on them? Their eyes rolling back as they arch themselves more into his touch? Sign him the fuck up.

✩ Breeding (fr fr) Not as in “getting his partner pregnant” but more he enjoys watching his partner’s bloated tummy and knowing he is the one at fault.

✩ Bondage Blindfolds, restrains etc. As much as he loves his partner scratching his back until he bleeds, watching them beg to do so is much more entertaining.

✩ Dressing up Digging my grave deeper and elaborating; have you heard that one Britney Spears song “Lace and Leather”? That’s it, that’s Ais. Watch’s this man’s jaw go slack and his brain stop working happen he sees his beloved in stockings or lingerie. Just for a few sacred moments though, they will be ripped off and ruined the moment he’s done teasing his partner.

✩ Dirty talk Speaking of teasing; Ais doesn’t hold back. Degradation and praise leave his lips like water. You’re doing well? He’ll let you know. Especially when you’re trying to take his massive cock. He’ll hold your hand and kiss you softly, repeating how good you are for him and how proud he is of you. You’re being bad? Nuh uh rethink that. Does he think you’re hurt somewhere? He asks. He’s not the most talkative person during it but dear Lord, will he speak his mind.

✩ Pet names, I said, PET NAMES His princess/prince/royal (demo reference), his beloved, his darling, his baby, his and only his <3

✩ Positions Missionary, doggy style, AGAINST THE WALL

✩ RIDE HIM RIDE HIM RIDE HIM

✩ Oral Huge fan, prefers giving. This man eats his partner out like they’re his last meal on death row. Pussy, ass, dick? He doesn’t give a single half of a fuck. He eats out for both his and his partner’s pleasure, and on how rewarding that is. Push his face in your sex, beg him not to stop and he will keep going until you pass out.

✩ FACE SITTING Elaborating on the above, SIT ON HIS FACE. And don’t you dare try to get out of the situation with a half-assed shitty excuse, he ain’t having none of that.

✩ Very, VERY light spanking On the ass, and maybe front as well. Nothing too extreme. He doesn’t want to hurt his beloved—

✩ Bloodplay —despite them looking breathtaking covered in crimson red blood. If the blood is his beloved's? Someone is dying.

✩ t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶o̶c̶e̶d̶i̶u̶s̶ ̶t̶e̶n̶t̶a̶c̶l̶e̶s̶

✩ Aftercare The BEST aftercare. Lays with his partner, makes sure they are okay, cleans them up, provides them with a snack and water if they need it. He will need a smoke, but he’ll be quick as a flash—unless his partner wants to join.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

Kuras

aka “that fucking doctor” (Vere’s words, not mine)

✞ tease tease TEASE Adores teasing his beloved until they can’t take it anymore. He uses his body and words to bring his partner to their LIMIT, turning them to a crying, whiny mess for his entertainment.

✞ SIZE KINK Have you SEEN that man? He’s HUMUNGUS. And he makes.it.fit. no matter what. That rare cheshire smile on his lips as his lover struggles, and he leans down to whisper sweet nothings in their ear as he presses down on the bulge that has formed…

✞ Praise Soft whispers and faux promises, how beautiful, how fascinating, all his to devour.

✞ Fingering Long fingers that like to touch you everywhere. He will carefully open you up because he doesn’t want to hurt his partner at all. Ass, pussy, mouth, E V E R Y W H E R E.

✞ Oral On that note, this man’s tongue got people lining round the block for an experience. Rivals Vere’s skill fr.

✞ Plugs.

✞ Heels/boot Just look at how his jaw tightens up when his partner walks into the room with those on.

✞ Edging Loves how his darling struggles and begs him to let them finish, but he just… won't. Not yet.

✞ Silk Oh, to see his partner in angelic—or what mortals consider as—wear, the soft fabric running down their body…yeah, he’s done for.

✞ Temperature Watching his partner shiver in anticipation and then pleasure.

✞ B O D Y W O R S H I P

✞ Cock warming Look, he knows it’s supposed to be a sexual act, but he finds it… almost comforting. His partner is just so warm around him and it feels so nice, it confuses the fallen angel so incredibly much.

✞ Doggystyle and missionary.

✞ Hand holding. It’s a much more intimate act to him than sex itself. It’s a way for him to show you that he’s there for you and to receive confirmation that you're there for him as well. A way to make sure you're alright.

✞ Aftercare Kinda awkward. He’ll clean you up, give you something to drink and either lay and cuddle with you or leave—depends on what kind of relationship you have with him.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

HC's about your choice and I would like to challenge you to use this song for motivation!

FMRN

TokRev x Reader: Risky Sex

♡ NSFW, needy!reader, fem reader, oral->fem receiving, exhibitionism, sex in Shin's bikeshop, sex in a dressing room, teasing, these men are cocky fr, also Tora has a tongue piercing because I said so ♡

Characters: Shinichiro and Kazutora (separately)

note: as soon as I heard the song I knew what direction I wanted to go with this and I kinda went overboard 😭 Sarah Ilysm for this 🩷 also I proofread this so yea my eyes hurt lol

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Shinichiro

You honestly couldn't help yourself when it came to Shin, especially when he was working on a bike, he always looked so hot when he was focused. As he was about to get up from his place on the floor you ambushed him, positioning yourself in his lap and wrapping your arms around him. He pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and put it out in the ashtray, focusing all his attention on you.

"What is it darling? Feeling affectionate?"

You couldn't even be bothered to respond, too busy grinding against the growing bulge in his pants. He chuckled at your neediness before planting a deep kiss on your lips.

"You sure you want me to fuck you here? Anyone could walk in on us."

Did he really just ask you that? As if he didn't see the desperate look in your eyes, like he didn't feel how hard your nails were digging into his back, itching to tear his clothes off.

"Shin, please!"

"Please what darling?"

"Please fuck me~"

That's all he needed to hear, as a matter of fact, he could live off of those words alone. He undid your pants before pushing you onto the cold floor and undoing his belt. The adrenaline coursed through his veins as the thought of being caught flashed in his head. But that didn't matter, all that mattered was how pretty you looked underneath him and how badly you needed him. He started off slow, setting a pace that only made you beg for him even more. Your whining was his signal to go faster, to go deeper, to be rougher. His hands held your legs down, spreading them as far apart as possible so he could hit every nerve. His cock rammed in and out of you so fast that your legs started to involuntarily close, but he wasn't gonna let that happen.

"Uh-uh sweetheart, don't try to get away. You wanted this remember? You were begging for me to fuck you and now you can't take it? Just be a good girl for me and take it ♡"

Fortunately, you two finished up without getting caught. It also goes without saying that he left you completely satisfied, filled to the brim, and unable to walk properly.

Kazutora

You had been out shopping with Tora all day and you didn't know why, but everything this man did was about to send you over the edge. The adoration in his eyes whenever you tried something on and the endless flow of compliments would've polluted your ego, if they hadn't gone straight to your pussy. You were already on your last straw when you came out of the dressing room in a tight black dress, praying that he'd hold off on the compliments for once.

"You look absolutely stunning angel, I love how you look in that, you'd look even better with it off though ♡"

Your hand gripped the doorway of the dressing room as you felt your legs about to give out on you. There was no way you were gonna be able to hold out until you got home, you needed him now. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the dressing room, closing and locking the door behind you.

"Do you have any clue what you're doing to me right now?"

"Of course I do, because I'm doing it deliberately."

"You're such a jackass!"

"I know, but I'm your jackass."

He pushed you onto the bench of the dressing room and was immediately in between your legs. His calloused hands pulled up your dress and pried your legs open, his tongue brushing over your clothed clit as he licked over the wet spot on your panties.

"Look at you, so fucking wet for me princess ♡"

His teeth hooked into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off of you in an agonizingly slow manner.

"Tora, stop teasing!"

"Okay okay! I'm sorry angel, I'll stop teasing ya."

He gently pressed his thumb onto your clit, rubbing circles and applying more pressure as you got wetter. His thumb was quickly replaced by his tongue and you felt a chill go down your spine as the cold metal of his piercing hit your clit. This definitely didn't go unnoticed by him either.

"Aww angel, do you like it when I press my piercing on your pretty little clit?"

You could only nod in agreement as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you grinded against him. His grip on your thighs tightening as you came, leaving the bottom half of his face soaked. Before you could even let what just happened sink in, there was a knock on the dressing room door.

"Ma'am are you okay in there? Do you need assistance?"

"No I'm okay, I'll be out in a second!"

Tora looked up at you with a smirk on his face before kissing your clit and getting up to help you fix your clothes.

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[rius-cave]

Ok but imagine adamsapple in bed and Adam is like " why don't i top for once"

And Luci raises his eyebrows

Adam " I'm the original dick, i know how to use it!"

Luci " considering I've stolen both your wives, i severely doubt that" adam huffs. Luci sighs. " You've been bottoming for a while, would you trust YOURSELF yo top you?"

And Adam blue screens

( does this lead to angsty self introspection or to luci riding him? Who knows)

Anon I hate myself. Somehow my response to this turned into a full on drabble 🙈 I'm so sorry I don't know how this happened. Here it is I guess. I'm putting it under a cut because the language gets a little explicit skfjdgfd

"Come on. What? You think I really couldn't do it? Do you not want me to fuck you that badly?"

Lucifer glared at him in judging silence, an eyebrow raised.

"Would it really kill your ego to let me do it just once? I mean seriously I'm sure I could have you screaming in no time." Adam stated, anger obvious on his voice.

"Mm-hm," Lucifer hums, reclining his back on the headboard and closing his eyes. "You could."

"Oh please! You haven't even let me try! If you gave me the chance to- wait what did you say?" Adam's mouth gaped, his brain just now catching up with his ears.

"I said you could," the hellborn replied, a smug smile on his face. "We've been doing this for weeks now, haven't we? You think I've never wanted to feel your cock inside of me?"

Adam choked on his own saliva before sitting up on the bed, astonishment plastered across his face. It wasn't weird for Lucifer to talk directly like this, but hearing him just… admit that he wanted it was not something Adam ever expected to hear. To be frank he was half waiting for Lucifer to chuck him out to the next ring.

"Wait really?"

"Really," Lucifer affirmed without a tint of shame in his voice. "I may be more skilled than you," he began again, earning a brief glare from Adam. "But I could teach you how to do it, show you where I like it, actually top someone properly for once."

"I…" The sinner began, still not believing his hearing. Suddenly, a smile crept up his face, excitement pouring from his eyes as well as starting to fill up his cock. "Oh! Okay! Fuck yeah, let's go!" He cheered in anticipation, already lifting up the sheets from both his body and Lucifer before his wrist was firmly stopped.

"Uh, what?"

"Not now, you idiot. We just did it. I'm tired and we need to get to the hotel early tomorrow," Lucifer explained with a little sharpness in his voice.

"What? But I… we… you…" He fumbled, a rapid sequence of anger, frustration and disappointment flashing across his features.

"That's not fair! Come on, I…!" He couldn't come up with any good reason. They did have to meet up with Charlie tomorrow (or today, at this point), and they did go at it for about an hour and a half that night. He couldn't say that his own eyes weren't closing before the conversation started.

He growled in frustration like a kid having been promised a candy only for it to be snatched from his hands right as he was about to take a bite. His wings fell to his sides and his mouth closed in a tight line.

A chuckle caught his attention once more.

"Aww, don't be sad, love," the king cooed as he leaned forward, taking one of Adam's cheek in his hand. I promise the next opportunity we have, that'll be the first thing we do, okay?" His voice was soothing and alluring, calming down Adam's anger immediately.

"… Fine," Adam finally grumbled, a small blush creeping up his face at the intimate touch. Those kinds of gestures still threw him for a loop every time. He was used to bites, scratches and pulls from the King of Hell, but any time the demon showed his softer side to him, Adam couldn't help but feel his brain short circuit.

"That's a good little lamb," Lucifer grinned, before leaning in to capture Adam's lips in a soft kiss, meant to seal the promise that he just made.

The recently fallen angel melted into the kiss with a sigh, all his frustration completely gone now. It was still embarrassing how he would just turn to putty under Lucifer's touch. If his soldiers could see him now his reputation would never recover. But still, it felt good to let go of his control when it was Lucifer who slowly, methodically, stripped it away from him.

"Mhm, very well. Let's go to sleep now," Lucifer gently broke the kiss, holding Adam's cheek lightly and dedicating him a smile.

"Okay," Adam replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I'll make sure to prepare my little ass so well for your cock, so that you can slide in easily. I'll ride your dick so good and milk it so hard that you won't be able to feel it by the fifth time I make you cum inside of me."

Lucifer grinned innocently, patting Adam's cheek before finally laying down again and getting comfortable under the covers.

With each word Adam felt his insides get hotter and hotter, to the point that by the end of Lucifer's promise, there was no doubt that he was properly hard now.

A couple seconds later, he could hear the quiet snores coming from the demon next to him.

Adam growled loudly. The frustration was back a hundredfold.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Flight Practice

Aug 14th, MD Week, Prompt "Flight"

“Um… N?” Uzi's voice was warbly and wary, peering down over the top of a building into the jungle of jagged concrete below, the only light being the ethereal glow of the gas giant and it's orbiting moon to illuminate the broken city.

“Yes?” Her companion replied, cheer written into the base-code of his voice no matter his mood. His silvery hair taking on an almost angelic appearance in the light, a halo of golden lights above his head that served as his eyes. His visor displayed two golden ovals, and his mouth was upturned in a beaming smile.

“I don't know about this.” Uzi looked back at him with her purple eyelights displaying her apprehension, her purple locks becoming slightly disheveled in the breeze, a beanie keeping most of it safe, though her mouth downturn into a frown.

You see, she'd asked N tentatively to give her flying lessons after a sudden and violent transformation that had her murdering and eating a good portion of her classmates during a school trip. And since then, she'd been itching to learn how to use her new wings.

She just… kinda expected them to start on the ground.

“This is the best way to learn how to fly! If you're already high up, then we've already gotten halfway there, right?” N kept his chipper attitude, circling behind her and leaning down to be eye level. Uzi wasn't so confident… the ground looked a long way away.

“I don't even know how to take off! What if I fall?” She replied, throwing her hands forwards and gesturing to the 40 story drop that was laid out in front of her. The disassembly drone in front of her chuckling in return, his much larger frame contrasting with her much smaller one.

“Then I'll catch you.” He assured, releasing his own, bladed wings from his back, making him look all the more angelic as light filtered through them.

Uzi herself took a deep breath, looking back down at the drop before her, and her companion put a heavy, metallic hand on her shoulder.

“You've got this, and I'll be here every step of the way to get you through it. Okay?” He smiled down at her, golden eyes soft and kind as he cocked his head like some curious puppy.

Uzi felt heat come to invade her face, violet LEDs lit up on her visor to mimic a human blush, and she averted her eyes to the concrete roof to avoid looking at him any longer.

“Okay. Fine.” She huffed, only making her much more cheerful companion smile brighter, showing off his fangs.

“First step, bring out your wings.” He backed away gently flapping his own wings in her direction while gesturing to her, she looked down at herself before squeezing her eyes shut and focusing hard on trying to summon her own wings.

She pushed and pushed, but nothing was happening except her face turning more purple as she tried harder and harder, the joints on her mechanical body groaned as she strained them, and small beads of sweat formed on the inside of her visor.

“Woah, Woah! Hey, don't blow a gasket!” N crouched down in front of her, both hands on each of her shoulders as he flashed her a wary smile, “What’s up buddy?”

“Uh… I don’t know how to bring them out, I wasn’t really trying to last time.” Uzi explained, bring her hands together to wring them as N put his thumb and finger underneath his chin, sticking his tongue out as he thought. Uzi couldn’t help but laugh at how silly he looked, which may have been the entire point in him doing it.

“Well… maybe think about how it felt to have them out? Not hungry, obviously, but maybe something you enjoyed while having them out?” He suggested, backing away once more, “Whenever I want my wings, I just think about how nice it is to fly around!”

Something she enjoyed? It wasn’t a lot. She was terrified out of her mind when she’d been transformed and went crazy.

Though… even though they had been falling, talking with N had been really nice, he’d been so understanding, and didn’t once judge her or look scared…

“Hey! You did it!” She heard him exclaim, and she opened her eyes in surprise, not even realizing she’d closed them, she looked backwards and found the dull purple, tattered looking bat wings unfurled from her back, her tail was out too, looking at her curiously. She gave the wings an experimental flap, stretching them out and examining them.

“Awesome! Now all you have to do is crouch down-“ He crouched down, wings spreading out behind him before he lept up into the air with a single mighty flap, sending the newest layer of snow that had fallen onto the roof out in all directions. “-and jump while giving your wings a good flap, you don’t have anti-grav though, so make sure to keep flapping!”

She did her best to mimic his pose from before, crouching down and spreading her wings out behind her, in contrast to him, the lighting did her little favor, instead of being angelic her leathery wings made her look more demonic, the veins within the thin membrane shining through.

Then she jumped, trying to time her flap to be at the same time. And found herself going forward and upwards quickly, she felt herself smile, she did it! She took off! That wasn’t so hard!

Until the second and third flap, where momentum and inexperience caught her off balance and she went tumbling forward into a spin, hurtling to the ground at high speeds.

“OOOOH SHIIIIIIIIIIT” She yelled as she flapped her wings frantically to try and right herself, only causing her to spin faster and making her dizzy, she saw each story fly past her at insane speeds, this was it, she was going to go splat on ancient pavement and be nothing but a black stain on the ground.

She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable, but found it never came. Instead, she landed in a pair of large arms and a warm chassis, which she immediately and instinctively grabbed onto like a cat about to come into contact with water. She trembled as she wrapped her arms and legs around her savior, not caring if she looked silly or not at the moment.

“Well you took off! You just couldn’t stay up…” N laughed, finding a golden blush gracing his face at their proximity, it wasn’t often Uzi was affectionate, even if at the moment that was due to fear. “You good?”

“Y-yeah.” She replied, unconvincingly, and when they reached the top of the building again she was reluctant to let him go, at least until it became slightly awkward and she forced herself to.

“Maybe we can try another way?” N hummed, looking out over the city until a figurative lightbulb appeared over his head. “Hey, I have an idea!”

He bent down in front of her, and pointed to his back, a beaming smile on his face. “Hop on!”

Uzi blushed once more, looking away and out over the building before sighing and clambering onto his back, where his hands came to grip onto her legs, and they took off into the sky, going even higher then before.

“Okay Uzi, spread your wings!” He said once they were gliding high up over the layer of thick fog that clung to the buildings below them, Uzi felt her nerves alight as she looked down.

“What?! It’ll create too much drag! I’ll fly off!” She yelped, gripping onto him more tightly then before.

“No you won’t, trust me!” She grumbled, squeezing her eyes shut and spreading her wings, slowly letting go of N as she felt herself suddenly become weightless.

“Open your eyes!” N’s voice was somewhere below her, and reluctantly she did, finding herself gliding unaided, her wings stretched out above her and the wind whipping up around her, held up by her own wingspan.

“N! I’m flying!” She belted, not feeling this excited once in her entire life, sure she was loosing altitude slowly, but the feeling of the wind underneath her wings was so… freeing.

“Kinda! You’re gliding! Now try flapping!” He was flying belly up, ignoring the laws of physics with his anti-grav just so he could remain where she could see him, and he could remain in saving distance should she start falling again.

She flapped once, the air catching underneath her and bringing her upwards, she smiled as she was brought up closer to the clouds, and found herself laughing as she did it a few more times, enough so that her back touched the underside of a cloud and her wings parted it, leaving her mark on it.

N came up directly below her, smiling as she began to let herself loose altitude, giving her two dorky thumbs up as she giggled at him, a blush on her face she didn’t even try to hide.

“You’re doing great! You can angle your wings to go left and right!”

She did as she was told, tilting her wings so that she tilted left and right as she glided through the air, she got more confident, getting used to the feeling underneath her wings.

“This is amazing!”

N had never seen his friend this happy, and she was doing miraculously well for someone with as little experience as she had, he laughed as she figured out how to force herself downwards, gaining a little bit of speed as she went.

“Just be careful, it’s kinda foggy and any lower there might be-“ A building whipped past him, startling them both as they both looked ahead. Tall dark shapes stretched out before them, hidden by the fog but even from here they could tell that the buildings were dense. -“BUILDINGS!”

N switched over to flying belly down, using his sensors to try to map his way through the quickly approaching buildings even through he couldn’t see them very well, he tried to look for Uzi, but couldn't find her before he had to dodge another building.

Oh no… there was no way Uzi was going to get through all these buildings with her experience, and he couldn't slow down in time without risking hitting a building himself, he frantically looked around, trying to place her.

Finally, he did, just in time to see her come face to face with a dense fallen buildings, and he readied himself to go to catch her when she clipped one.

Only she never did.

She zipped past the first one, expertly gliding into a small hole and popping out the other side completely unscathed. N was taken aback, impressed with the skill.

A flag pole came into view in front of her and she angled her wings to flip over it, body arching to move out of the way and ending facing the same way she started, her face was determined and focused.

It was so… foreign. The way she moved.

He was much too heavy to consider moves like that, dodging buildings at high speeds were difficult, even for him. But she was light enough and small enough to flit over and through buildings no problem.

Another collapsed building got in her way, and instead of trying to dodge it, she scrabbled up it on all fours before taking off again, gliding from building to building without thinking twice.

It was like watching a dance, and he couldn't help the gold tinting his cheeks as he watched her spin into the air to glide through a shattered window, she was beautiful… she was-

“Agh!” He crashed headfirst into a building, chassis crumpling painfully as all of his forward momentum was suddenly stopped by a surprisingly solid concrete wall, the wall cracked when he made contact with it, creating a loud and echoed crack!

And he fell, systems going dark before he hit the ground…

… Rebooting …

“N! Oh robo-god, are you okay!?” There was a voice calling his name and flurried movement above him, every joint and plate he passed ached, and his mouth was uncomfortably dry.

“Eugh…” Was the first noise he made, voice plagued by radio-static and a million miles away, Something thick, warm, and sweet entered his mouth, making him sigh in relief.

His visuals became more clear a moment later as his nanites repaired his flattened body, Uzi was hoving over him, completely unharmed as she held a worker drone arm in her hand, it was still leaking oil. Though her visor was streaked with worry.

“Holy hell, you scared me! Your visor was dark for twenty minutes, I thought you were dead!” Her violet eyelights were filled with tears threatening to fall, and despite feeling like he'd been crushed in a compactor, he couldn't help but feel his core-beat speed up at the though she'd been so worried over him.

“Nah… M’fine. Been through worse.” He croaked put, even though he couldn't remember another time where he could feel his arm snapping back from being turned the exact wrong way.

“How did you hit something and I didn't?” She asked, after another minute of checking him over and seeing all the places his nanites were repairing.

He blushed, so his visor must be fully functional again.

“Oh uh… I got distracted…” He smiled, though awkwardly, now probably wasn't the time to tell her it was her he was distracted by.

“Pfft, see something shiny?” She teased, causing him to laugh too as he felt the last of his wounds get sealed up and the pain slowly subside.

“Yeah… something like that.”

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Twenty Three♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Twenty Three Warnings: profanity, Alastor is an asshole Visit my pinned post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Twenty Three]

“He’s planning to what?” 

You stared at Velvette and Valentino in shock. Valentino groaned, readjusting himself into a more comfortable position on the couch. Velvette rolled her eyes.

“What? It’s not really a big deal.”

“It sure fuckin’ is if he’s gonna probably tear down the princesses hotel in the process,” you spluttered. 

“Well, you knew this would happen if Alastor pissed him off again,” Velvette sighed, exasperated. You were almost shaking with frustration at their dismissive behaviour. 

“What did that red… twink even do this time?” No, I need Alastor alive. You shook the thought away. Hah, like Vox’ll kill him anyways. You turned to look outside the large red windows, scratching at your arms. Could he?

“Uh, nothing, Vox just woke up today and was probably on his period or something,” Velvette said, not looking up from her phone. Your eye twitched. 

“There has to be a reason.”

Velvette rolled her eyes, slamming the phone down. “Look, babes, he’ll be fine.”

Your mind flashed to Charlie and Vaggie, Lucifer, even though you didn’t want it to, and unwelcome concern swelled in your chest. “It’s not him I’m worried about.”

Valentino and Velvette both quirked an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, whether it was out of disinterest or that they were simply too intimidated to ask, watching you pace around the room clawing at your hair, you didn’t know. And weren’t specifically bothered to try and find out. 

“The princesa could probably take care of herself,” Valentino scoffed. “And she has her daddy too, doesn’t she?”

You flinched, then scowled. “Ugh, shut your fat mouth. Your breath smells like all those cocks you suck.” The constant stress had turned your tongue sharp. 

Valentino threw his hands in the air. “Uh, for your information, I’m the one getting sucked,” he retorted, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, so you’re a whore, nice to know.” 

Velvette stood up, sighing as she patted down her hair. “Babes, Val was right. For the uh,” she side eyed him. “First bit. It’s not likely Vox will be able to land a single dent on the princesses little passion project.”

You swallowed your formulating words, retorts, arguments, like pills, using Valentino and Velvette’s logic as the water to make it go down. They were right. But then-

“Well, aren’t you concerned about Vox?”

Velvette shrugged. “He’ll be fine. He’ll realize he’s out of his depth and come crawling back. Or, he doesn’t and we’ll just bail him out. Now sit down and shut up.”

You licked your lips nervously, but didn’t say anything, instead crossing your arms and squeezing into the couch next to Vel. Everything fell quiet.

“But there has to be a reason,” you said finally.

Velvette and Valentino groaned.  

“Listen ángel, Voxxy gets pissed over nothing all the time. Just wait for him to come back soon or go get him if you’re so worried.”

You chewed your lip, worried about running into Lucifer at the hotel, yet- maybe you wanted that. You let out a frustrated groan, grating at the back of your throat. 

“Ugh fuck you,” you muttered to no one in particular as you burrowed your way deeper into the couch cushions. Velvette rolled her eyes and turned back to her phone. 

Ping.

“Oh, lovely.” She rolled her eyes. You stood up.

“What is it? It’s him, isn’t it?”

She pursed her lips. 

“Isn’t it?” 

“I- yeah. Maybe we should go to-“

You were already out the door. 

-

Alastor chuckled, tapping the top of his microphone with a clawed finger. A small buzz emitted from it.

“Why the fuck would you provoke an overlord and bring them to our doorstep?” Vaggie snarled, running her hands through her hair. Charlie looked stricken. Alastor sighed, readjusting his gloves as he peered out through the window.

“Don’t worry, dear, I’ll take care of it,” he snapped, smile strained. Vaggie’s voice grated along his ears- could she be more irritating? 

The TV played on in the background. Your face flashed on the screen, smiling contentedly as you held a phone to your ear. 

Voxtech- it’s angel approved!

You turned to look straight at the camera, and winked, speaking: “Trust us!”

Alastor’s jaw clenched. 

Lucifer stared at your face wordlessly, enraptured for a split second, then turned to Alastor. “He sounded pretty riled up when he, uh-“ he pointed at the screen- “showed up on our fucking TV and started cursing you out!”

Alastor rolled his eyes. “He’ll most likely show up by himself in a fit of anger-“

“What did you say to him?” Charlie groaned.

He flexed his fingers. “It’s not my fault I simply wanted to address his obsession with me. How was I meant to know I’d strike a nerve?” His smile widened. 

Truth be told, he did know it would strike a nerve. He’d lure you to the hotel directly, but had no means of contacting you- he just counted on you showing up as Vox’s backup should things go south for the flatscreen TV. And if that meant slagging Vox using his heartbreak and trauma as a basis, how could he refuse? It was two birds with one stone. 

And as for toying with Vox’s feelings- well. Alastor adjusted his bow tie. Romantic feelings were unfathomable, and therefore, not his problem- especially if they belonged to Vox.

As for his motivations?

He took a single glance at Lucifer’s face, the shadows under his eyes, the lines of stress, the way he longingly looked at your face on the television, and the satisfaction that stirred in the Radio Demon’s chest said more than enough.   Not only that, but if he could use your emotions to his advantage, he could even lay claim to your soul. Imagine the things he could do with an angel by his side, at his beck and call… his mouth watered at just the thought-

“Alastor…” Vaggie’s voice was a low warning.

“What if he’s angry enough to bring [name] along with him?” Charlie wailed, then froze. “What if she smites us?”

Lucifer groaned. “Charlie, [name] isn’t that powerful.” His throat clenched up. “You have me, I’ll just…”

“What? Kill her?” Alastor suggested. Lucifer flinched, hard.

“I’ll kill you first, Bambi,” he hissed. Alastor laughed. 

“Still can’t believe you’d rile up another overlord on purpose,” Vaggie snapped. Alastor rolled his eyes, a dull ache forming in the back of his head. 

“It will be completely fine,” he drawled. “Vox can hardly lay a finger on this place.”

“He better not,” Vaggie spat.

Something crashed outside, accompanied by a shout and then: “Come out, you red fucker!” Causing everyone to look at each other simultaneously. 

“That’s your cue,” Lucifer snapped, flicking his head at the door. Alastor’s lip curled wryly.

He stepped outside.

Vox clutched his arm where he had tripped and fallen, from spontaneously shooting out of a street lamp- charming, sure. Alastor tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “May I help you?”

“You know what the fuck you did,” Vox snarled. “Sometimes, you bastard, you just take things too far.”

“So what? Everything I said was true. Plus, are three rejections not enough for you to take the hint?” He smirked, tapping his cane on the ground.  

“Rejections from what?” Vox hissed, eyes narrowing. “Stop making it out like I fucking asked you out or something.”

“Oh, but you wanted me, didn’t you?” Alastor taunted. “Shame that disappearing for seven years couldn’t shake you off- you are quite clingy.” Twisted versions of the truth spilled from his lips, woven as quickly as they were spoken. “I wonder how Valentino feels.” He sighed. “Shame he still indulges in all those other… people, despite your obvious attempts to make a true connection- it seems he simply doesn’t want to commit. Although, is it to you specifically, or…?”

“Oh, piss off. Stop stalking my sex life.” Vox’s voice wavered. “And Valentino doesn’t make commitments.”

Alastor snapped his fingers. “So it is that.”

Vox almost short circuited, and without thinking, he threw himself at Alastor, who pulled away before Vox could touch him.

“Oh, you wanna dance?” Vox spat.

Alastor’s shoulders tensed. Vox’s face split into a pissed grin.

“Let’s fucking dance.”

[doromoni]

Initial Start | CL16

Ships : Charles Leclerc x PR! reader

Warnings : implied intention of cheating

Summary: the collision and a bracelet that started it all for Charles Leclerc

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2019, French GP

~'Y/N"~

The sound of engines roaring was deafening , but it couldn't beat the thumping of my heart as I felt it in my chest. Interning for a world class race team did that to you, nerves bouncing off every circuit turn as I watched our team's drivers speed at an average of 220 mph, the constant droning of instructions from engineers and driver radios filled the room. I could only pray that no accidents were to happen, the team cannot handle another media roar; no, not after last season. I was stationed at the very back of the garage, along with Melanie, Mclaren's PR executive who was violently tapping her foot waiting for both cars to cross the chequered flag. A sigh of relief escaped both our mouths as Carlos zoomed past the line, and then Lando moments after. The team clapped and cheered as both drivers finished, and even managed to earn points.

Melanie gave me a nod and signalled for us to head to the front of the garage and meet and brief both drivers for their media schedule. Seidl, gave us a small smile as we walked past him and the group of engineers who were still doing final checks and ecstatic mechanics who's jobs are made easier as both cars have not faced major damages in this race.

My lips bloomed into a grin as I spotted in the distance, both Mclaren drivers who I've become very fond of, making their way towards the garage. Giddy and distracted with joy, not being able to contain my elation to congratulate both with a hug, I bounced into a jog , not noticing the flash of red moving by my peripherals.

"Ow" I muttered as I rubbed my shoulder, rolling and twisting at the joint to ease the pain. A hand was then at my face, forcing me to look up, then I saw him. The greenest of eyes, yellow circled its center, sparkling in the sun and the deepest sets of dimples I have seen and a set of furrowed eyebrows, as worry spread all over your face. Lips moving but nothing registers in my head, only a name . Charles Leclerc.

Shaking out of my stupor, realizing that he was offering his hand for me to stand, only now comprehending that I was at the floor while he was bent down and was asking if I were okay.

"Hey, I'm so sorry, are you alright? " he muttered , hand still extended. Quickly nodding and accepting his offered hand, I stood up and dusted my pants.

Noticing that people were staring, "Thank you , and I'm so sorry... uh goodbye" I said, red from embarrassment  and offered a quick bow as I proceeded towards the Mclaren drivers – who now sported  the same worried expression as the ferrari driver. Making an im ok face and pulling both drivers away from the scene, making an effort not to look back and search for the most angelic eyes i've ever witnessed up close.

~'Charles"~

"And that is P3, Charles! Congratulations" the radio buzzed as Jock, my engineer cheered. A smile spread through my face as the adrenaline pumped through my veins as I passed through the chequered flag. Another frequency followed  "Let's bring it back safely, well done" , schooling my voice, and clicking the radio button I quickly replied " Copy guys, Thank you everybody! Merci! "

Parking my car in the P3 space, another grin plastered on my face as I witnessed my team jumping and cheering for me behind the barrier. Quickly removing my helmet and balaclava, I sprinted and jumped towards the awaiting arms of the ferrari crew. Several congratulations from all over showered me, some being muffled by the loudness of the cheer from the crowd.

After race interviews are always a blur of congratulations and questions, But nevertheless  part of the contract. I took time to talk to the drivers who were on the podium with me, sharing our congrats and a few laughs. And before I knew it , we were sent to our garage to prepare for the podium ceremony.

A bit drunk from ecstasy and the gradual disappearance of adrenaline, I did not notice the body barreling towards my side with speed, until I felt a slight pain on my arm and heard a small "Oof" below. Only to realise that I had bumped into somebody, feeling immediately sorry,  as the pain is worse for them than me. The person was obviously smaller and weaker than me as they were on the floor whilst I kept standing.

A girl clothed in orange, black and blue, the colors of Mclaren – with a distinct straight dark chestnut brown hair cropped to her chin; hair covering her face as she rubbed and rolled her shoulder muttering a small "Ow" . Feeling even worse, I quickly bent down and offered my hand and apology. At the sight of my hand she finally raised her head and I was stunned at the sight.

Big doe eyes, slightly slanting on both sides, the color of ink at first glance but the hue of the richest caramel and toffee when lit by the sun – now glazed with unshed tears. The most adorable of noses, small as a button tinged red from pain and the sun. Lips slightly parted , a plump pair with the upper lip slightly fuller than the bottom – remnants of gloss leftover and a small puncture wound on the bottom left; I could only assume it is a nervous habit of hers, as she briefly bit her lip before parting. Beautiful...

Shaking my thoughts, I quickly spoke "Hey, I'm so sorry, are you alright? " hand still offered. She nodded and took my hand, soft but a few calluses on areas that littered areas most of my friends have... golf perhaps?. Pulling both of us up , she dusted off her pants. Head shooting up, her widened eyes meeting mine again for a second . She then quickly uttered a soft thanks and apology.

"Thank you , and I'm so sorry... uh goodbye". Her voice was smooth and sweet  with a tinge of rasp, a unique blend of accents that I could not pinpoint. Before I could even reply, she made a short bow and walked towards the two mclaren drivers, I only now noticed. As fast as she appeared , she left, not once looking back . 

Sighing, I proceeded to walk towards Ferrari's garage, but abruptly stopped when I spotted a simple gold bracelet on the floor . Picking it up and giving it a glance – when my name was called from the Ferrari garage, I shouted a quick acknowledgement and jogged towards the open steel door. Looking back at the bracelet, engraved on it are small initials, y/n l/n . Was this bracelet hers? I should probably give this back, it looks sentimental. Another shout told me to move quicker , not wanting to be late for the podium. I pocketed the bracelet and made a mental note to find her in Mclaren and return the bracelet , surely we'll see each other again . I know that I could ask my PR manager to give it back , but I personally wanted to return it and possibly even talk with the captivating stranger.

2022, Bahrain GP

~'Charles'~

"Shit, shit, shit...." I fumbled and flipped my driver room upside down trying to find it. Where the hell did I place it?! Not giving up, I continued to search every corner trying to find my lucky charm. I cannot drive without it on me, "MERDE!" I cannot help but shout as my annoyance started to get the better of me. How could I even misplace something so important? Running my hand through my hair exasperated , a huff of disbelief escaped my mouth.

Spiralling thoughts were cut short as I heard several quick knocks come at my door. Still annoyed , A gruff and agitated "what" broke my silence. The door opened revealing my now teammate, the Spanish native driver, Carlos Sainz .

"Are you ok? You sounded angry"  He muttered , his eyes widening as he took in the state of my room. A tense sigh was all I could muster. "Clearly not .... " he trailed quietly as he stepped into the room and quietly closed the door making sure no camera was near.

"What happened ... was it, you know? " He said softly, he did not ask because he already knew my answer. I nodded, my long term relationship with my girlfriend is falling into ruins and it is tearing me to shreds, not many know this,  only my closest friends and family are aware, and I intend to keep it that way.

"No, there is more, " The Spaniard  pressed. A smile passed my lips as it amazes me how our bond has grown in the span of a year alone in Ferrari, he already knew my telltale signs .

"I cannot find the lucky bracelet , it's not in my pocket" I said defeated as I sat at the chair near me. This will be the very first race that I will not have near me, the bracelet that reminded me of the year that I got my first podium under Ferrari, the only reminder that the girl with Toffee eyes and chestnut short hair was not a part of my imagination, but reality.

It was after the podium celebration of the 2019 French GP , that I was able to find myself walking towards the Mclaren motorhome to return the bracelet that sat securely in my pocket. Only to find the majority of the motorhome empty, spare few who are still at the front desk. I was informed that an emergency meeting was called upon the Mclaren headquarters and most have already left the circuit. Saying my thanks, leaving the building with a reminder to go back to the next race . Time was fast and it was already the Austrian GP, having the bracelet again in my pocket,  yet she was not there . Not a hair of chestnut could be seen, not in the next race , or the next , or the next, till it had been a year and a sight of her was nowhere to be seen. Nevertheless , the bracelet had been a permanent resident in my pocket , as I had hoped to return it one day. Then another year passed, still no luck , and at this point the gold bracelet with the initials y/n l/n had become my lucky charm that accompanied me in every race, stored safely in my right pocket.

"You mean the bracelet that you thought that you had lost during Monaco last year?" Carlos replied confused. Again, I only nodded, in fact it was not lost then I just placed it in the wrong pocket , and when I reached for it in its usual spot, finding it not there made me panic and lose control. Letting out yet another heavy sigh and running a hand on my face, looking up at Carlos – who was giving me the weirdest look.

"What's that look for?" I asked tiredly. A few seconds after, confusion was replaced with a smirk .

"The bracelet that you insisted be found at all costs and asked to be made into a necklace, because you didn't want to lose it again? " Realisation dawned on me like a  bucket of cold water . Quickly reaching for my neck a wave of relief washed over me as I felt the cold burn of the metal on my fingertips as I fiddled on it , making sure that it was real. A quiet curse left my lips as the Spaniard only laughed at me. Giving a playful glare at my teammate as I hid the bracelet – now necklace, back into my fireproof shirt.

Shaking my head after the initial scare, I remembered that Carlos was shouting something at the door before he entered. "So , what do I owe you the pleasure of you knockin on my door" I asked as I started to fix the damage i had done to the room

"I said that I need you to come out and meet somebody" He says as he leaned on the closed door. "Now? Who? You do realise that we are expected to be in our cars in like 20 minutes" I said looking at the clock on the wall. He rolled his eyes and nodded yes.

"Yes, right now! We found a PR executive to replace Felicity ... well for the mean time" I gave him a "really" look, couldn't we meet after the race?  Sensing my thoughts, He answered "Yes you could meet later, but No. Look, this person is actually really important to me so please meet her now, she's already outside talking to the engineers"  Seeing the sincerity of the Spaniard, I gave up and nodded my head. A huge smile spread on his face, as he pulled me by the arm towards the female whose back was towards us talking with one of Carlos' engineers.

"Y/N!" Carlos suddenly shouted, making the woman turn towards the voice that called her name, a smile plastered on her face.

Stopping in my tracks , as shock and disbelief covered my face. It's her ... 

The glowing smile only grew on her face as the Spanish driver pulled me further towards her.

She looked the same, yet different , more mature,  an air of elegance radiating off her — hair is still short, but now styled perfectly as one side fell longer on her face. But her eyes ... still the same, big and doe. The hue of caramel and toffee, disguised as ink by the absence of light. The color that I searched for years.

The cold metal hanging on my neck now feels heavier and even burning further, the initials branding my skin.

"Charles, meet Y/N L/N, our new PR executive"

[beamtori]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬

ji changmin x afab!reader (he refers to you as "woman" LMAO)

1.9k words, smut (minors dni), a wrestle for dominance, use of handcuffs, lots of pet names (angel, baby, brat, good girl, my love), subtle praise kink, blowjob, slight handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it bffs), riding, kissing, biting, swearing (a lot), i think i got it all lol

a/n: uhm,,,, hi 🧍🏻‍♀️ first smut fic, check! @winterchimez convinced me not to gatekeep this lol but thank u ally and @zzoguri for making me feel better abt this :'))

The click of the handcuffs echoed through the quiet bedroom. The only other sounds were yours and Ji Changmin's heavy breathing. His eyes were dark as he lifted his head, his hands locked behind his back and white dress shirt stretched broad across his chest.

You stood between his legs to marvel at your handiwork. "Nice."

His tongue poked his cheek. "C'mon, angel. You can smile. I know you like seeing me like this."

The smile bloomed on your face, and you saw there was a twitch at the corner of his lips. He liked that you liked this.

"Well," you said, taking a step back, "I think I'm gonna go run to the supermarket—"

Your plans were foiled by his foot hooking around your leg and sending you careening over his chest. The both of you fell back onto the bed, his teeth gritting as all the weight landed on his hands and wrists. Your hands planted against his chest and you could feel his heart beat race as he wet his lips.

"Not cool," you said.

His eyes narrowed. "You literally have me at your mercy and the first thing you wanna do is go to the fucking supermarket?"

Fire curled in your stomach. "...Yes?" Your smile was impish.

He was not amused.

"Isn't that the pleasure of it though? Making you wait?" You asked, adjusting yourself to straddle his chest and gently drag the tip of your index finger down his plush lips, cleaving straight down his strained Adam's apple, all the way over the buttons that threatened to burst. You shifted your bottom half slightly, pausing when you felt something poking you right between your legs.

A slow smile. You locked eyes with him as you rolled your hips generously over his erection.

You bit your lip as a moan fell out of his mouth, his eyes rolling back. "Is this what you want, Changmin?" You murmured. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his jawline, then another up, and up and up, until you nipped his earlobe. "You want me to fuck you until you can't walk?"

You rocked your hips again, relishing in the delicious way you hit your clit then. You sighed in his ear and felt him jerk beneath you; he was itching to break free of the cuffs, to flip you over and have his way with you. To teach you a lesson.

But he couldn't. And wasn't that the fun if it?

"I think I really like you like this," you chuckled lowly. Your hand snuck between your bodies and reached the crotch of his jeans. A tent had formed there, and you cupped your hand over it. His cock throbbed in your hand—he jerked his hips upward again.

You tsked. "Nuh-uh," you pouted, caressing the side of his face, "only good boys get off."

A flash of something in his eyes. A muscle feathered in his jaw. "You're gonna regret this, angel."

"No, actually. I think I'm gonna have so much fun."

You straightened then, grabbing a fistful of the front of his shirt and managing to haul him up with you. He swore when you got him sitting straight up, his cock painfully hard against his zipper. You stood between his legs again, right in front of him, but completely out of his reach.

"Angel," he said, head cocking to the side like a predator, eyes narrowing, "if you let me out of these cuffs…"

"Don't even try that on me." You teased him with a boop of his dimple. You saw the annoyance flash across his face. "You agreed to this, my love."

"Then stop wasting time."

"Someone's impatient," you teased. Taking pity on him, you grabbed the top of his head and held him as you crushed your lips against his. He made a noise of relief, tongues and teeth gnashing together. You were keen to take your time, but by the way he fought against you, he was definitely trying to make a point.

You ripped away from him, his mouth chasing after yours, but too late.

He watched you tear your shirt over your head and give him an eyeful of flesh.

"You're drooling."

He snapped his mouth shut. "You just want to kill me tonight, woman," he snapped. "Please, just let me rip that thing off you. You can cum as many times as you want."

You didn't even pretend to think about it. "No."

His eyes darted from the pretty, lavender-colored lace bra to your eyes. "You know I'll treat you well, angel," he drawled. "Come on. Unlock the cuffs."

"No," you repeated, but this time, you hooked your thumbs in your pants and yanked them down.

He whimpered. "Not the garter," he gulped, eyes going to the ceiling like he was praying. "You want to kill me."

"Something like that," you mused.

You climbed over him again, practically shoving your lace-covered breasts into his flushed face. Your fingers dug into his shoulders. "You like it? It's new since you ripped the old one."

Changmin shoved his face into your chest and moaned like a man drinking water after a week in the desert. "Your tits are perfect. Fuck, please, just put me out of my misery."

Your fingers curled gently around the hairs at the nape of his neck as you let him kiss your cleavage. "It's so odd hearing you beg."

"You like that?" He murmured, mouth over your hardened nipple through the lace. "The sound of me begging you to uncuff me. To let me worship your beautiful body. To fuck you how you deserve to be fucked."

You yanked his head back by his hair and he growled at the loss of contact.

"I think you've had your fun," you said and stood again.

"Angel—angel, I…" The words died on his tongue as you sunk down onto your knees in front of him and nuzzled your face into his crotch. He thrusted his hips toward your mouth. "Fuck," he hissed, "please."

"Since you asked so nicely." You used one hand to hold down his thigh, and the other to pull his zipper down. A wet spot had begun to form over his boxers, and you could feel him fucking pulsing, he was so hard.

You peered up at him and let him watch you lower his waistband. His cock slapped against his stomach with a dull thump, the shaft reddened and dripping with precome. His chest fell and rose rapidly, his breathing heavy, as you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft and licked right up the length.

A shuddering breath fell from his lips and grew more haggard when you wrapped your lips around his tip to suck on the salty bead that had formed.

You removed your lips. "Spit on yourself."

Changmin did as he was told. A glob of his spit landed on his dick and dribbled down the side. You used it to pump him once, twice—he let out a colorful string of swears, hips fucking up into your fist.

When you were satisfied, you lowered your mouth over him once more, and took him all the way to the base.

"Oh fucking—shit," he groaned. You began to bob your head up and down, taking him down your throat as best you could. "Yn, angel, you're so good to me. Oh my god, look at you—"

His thighs were shaking by your head and beneath your hands. Everything in him was fighting to not rut up into your mouth but you were choking yourself on his dick anyway. Your fingers fondled his balls, twisted at the base—you were practically dripping through your panties at this point.

His thighs tensed, and you abruptly pulled off him.

"Why—what!" He sputtered at the lack of contact. He had been close, and you'd known that.

His pretty cock was even harder now, standing straight up, angry and red and covered in your slobber.

You pushed up from the floor and nearly had your knees buckle from under you. "Shit."

"Angel, please just let me take care of you. You've been so good to me," he pleaded, lips jutting out in a pout. "Come on, baby. Let me return the favor."

You braced your hands on his thighs and kissed him so he could taste himself on your tongue. "I don't," you hummed, "think so."

He bit your lip at your defiance. "Brat," he huffed.

You grinned, hand dancing around his throat. "I'll make you eat your words."

"Well, I could've been eating you out, but—" He held his breath. You climbed into his lap again with one hand holding his shoulder and the other circling over the wet spot on your panties. "Is that for me?" His voice dropped lower. "You're so wet—and all from sucking me off? Good girl."

Something in you warmed at the praise. You had to snap yourself out of it. "That's not gonna work."

"Well, you're gonna fuck me anyways, right?"

"Starting to think I could finish up in the bathroom," you drawled teasingly, your fingers slipping past the drenched hem of your underwear.

He glared. "Don't you fucking dare."

You grabbed his cock and the breath in his chest left him. You raised your hips over his tip, rubbing it up against your weeping folds. "Don't I fucking what now?" You quipped.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours to watch you sink down onto him. You swallowed your moans down as you kissed him, walls stretching to accommodate his girth until you could seat yourself well enough.

The handcuffs jingled as he yanked at his restraints, his tongue pressing into your mouth.

You felt so full, and your thumb rubbed your clit to loosen yourself up. You whimpered into his mouth… and slowly began to swirl your hips.

"Mmmh," he hummed, eyes pinned to you to watch you fall apart. "That's it, angel. You can do it. Fuck yourself on my cock for me."

It was like second nature, listening to his voice and encouragement. You steadied yourself on his shoulders, your thighs shaking, your tits bouncing in his face. He braced his feet against the floor and helped you, thrusting up as best as he could with his hands still restrained behind him.

You choked when his tip found that gummy spot inside you, all spongy and sensitive. "Fuck," you hissed. "There—right there!"

"Doing so good for me, baby," he said, lips suckling on the soft skin at your throat. "You're so warm, so tight. I know you can fuck yourself harder."

And you did. That tightening sensation—it curled in the pit of your stomach—it wound tighter, tighter— "Changmin, Changmin, I'm close—"

"Me too, angel. I'm close—come on and use me—"

It wound and wound and wound—and then you cried out as that tension shattered, a cresting wave. Your legs shook and you fell over him. Changmin's teeth sank into your shoulder as his cum flooded into you. Your pussy lips fluttered; too much, too much, too much.

You both sat there for a second attempting to catch your breath. Sweat dribbled down the side of his face and the back of his neck, and you turned your head slightly to catch a bit of it, and kiss the warm skin there.

"You okay?" You rasped.

You felt a reciprocal kiss against the bite mark he'd made. That was definitely going to bruise. "More than okay. Holy shit. How about you, baby?"

"I'm great." You lifted your head out of his neck and giggled, meeting his soft smile and after-sex glow. You brushed the bangs out of his eyes, then kissed him. "Hey, I love you."

"I love you too," he said, nose nudging yours. "But I'd love you even more if you uncuffed me."

a/n: tbh the ideal way this would carry on is you unlock the cuffs and he makes you "regret" not uncuffing him earlier 🤸‍♀️

tbz m.list

[starsfic]

[DogDays of Future Past] CatNap froze, turning his head to stare across the room at DogDay. While he had reportedly been saying strange things all day, it was at this point that CatNap really noticed that some of the things DogDay brought up were things he couldn't have known about.

"I mean it, Angel," DogDay said, unaware of his stare. He was talking to a custodian, his smile wide. "You look tired. When's the last time you took a vacation?"

"Uh...a while," the custodian said, a pink blush blossoming across their cheeks. "Sorry, uh, why are you calling me-?"

"Then you should!" DogDay said, starting to guide- or, more accurately, push- the custodian towards the lift to the upper levels. "Just take a week off. It's August! You should have some joy in your life."

"Oh, um, okay..."

Oh lord, DogDay knew.

He knew and he was mocking him.

-_-

CatNap waited until the children were in bed.

DogDay, like he expected, was waiting outside of Home Sweet Home. He could see Bobby trotting away, but his gaze was on the dog. "Hey, bud," he said, leaning against the porch railing.

"Not here," CatNap managed to rasp out. Too many cameras.

DogDay nodded. Without another word, he pushed away and didn't look back, trusting CatNap to follow. He did, but he would be lying if he said it didn't annoy him.

They ended up in the hallway leading to the elevator to the lower levels.

DogDay stood between CatNap and the door, his arms crossed. He looked calm and chill, but CatNap recognized the signs of nerves. His tail was stiff and his eyes were dark. "I know about what you're planning," he said. Without pausing to let CatNap deny or ask how he knew, he continued. "I know it's a shitty decision that will affect all of us poorly."

His ire sparked to life. DogDay knew what life was like thanks to the scientists that tormented them- he knew it better than most. CatNap could still remember protectively cuddling around him when the Doctor kept taking him for surgery to understand his changing voice. That wasn't even taking into consideration that it was a plan made by his hero and therefore had to be a good idea.

"It is the best we have," he settled on. "They all deserve it for tormenting us, for turning what should be a safe home for children into a butcher's shop." CatNap leaned forward. "Stella rejected another adoption today." DogDay leaned back. "I saw the look on your face when the parents came out." CatNap's voice lowered. "You wanted to tear into her skin-"

"I do," DogDay admitted, guilt for some reason flashing across his face. "But not everyone deserves that kind of fate."

"They do," CatNap said. "They all do, and they shall all suffer-"

A hand slammed over his mouth.

"OK then. Let's say the scientists that experimented on us did 'deserve it' like you say. What about every other employee that got swept up in the massacre your 'wonderful' Prototype calls 'the Hour of Joy'. The PR staff, the accountants, the custodians... Did they 'deserve it'? ...Did they, Theo?"A

CatNap leaned back at the snarl of teeth in his face. There was more here, he suddenly realized. "You're talking in the past tense," he noted, his voice distant and strange to his ears. "We don't even have a name for it..."

DogDay tensed up. CatNap tensed back, rising to his feet.

"You didn't just learn it," he said, his mind reaching for what sounded like a stupid theory but the guilt and the sudden focus on a worker DogDay had never shown interest in before... "You've lived it, haven't you?"

DogDay stared.

He took a step back.

He took off running.

It was tempting to run and chase, but CatNap stayed.

There was so many ways this could go. One thing was for certain, however, as he looked up and saw his hero's hand retreat into the shadows.

DogDay had revealed a weakness in 'Angel.'

[fandomworld9728]

Oops... (Angel Dust/Lucifer)

(Requested by @buuteer) (AppleDust hidden relationship getting found out) (Hope this is okay. I wasn't really sure how to go about it and ran with this idea when it popped into my head)

(Warning! This takes place during episode 6 of Hazbin Hotel! So not only spoilers but trigger warning for Val being his usual dickhead, possessive, violent self!) (Also, protective Lucifer and Alastor as a bonus!)

"You forget who you're talking to. I own you."

The pink chains connecting Angel to the Overlord were yanked, pulling him close to him. "Yeah. You do. In the studio, and you can do anything you want to me in there, just like our deal says. But out here? I get to do what I want. So once again. Fuck off-"

Before Angel could finish, the moth demon had back handed him, sending him and Niffty to the floor. Mouth now bleeding. It had felt good to finally stand up to the man even with the repercussions. He wasn't about to let the creep mess with his friends. Especially not after what had happened that day with Charlie.

"Enjoy the rest of your night, bitch, because I'm going to enjoy making you pay for it tomorrow."

A flash of light bright light mixed with an eerie green filled the place, a summoning circle now between Angel Dust and Valentino to keep them separated. "What the fuck is this?"

Hushed whispers came from the sinners arounds them as Lucifer stepped out of the circle and walked slowly towards the moth demon, Alastor, who had accidentally got caught up in this, stayed put scanning over the people of the hotel. More importantly, over the two souls that he owned.

"That is a good question. What is all this?"

"Oh. Fuck. No, wait. Luci don't."

"Luci? Angel sweetie, have you been fucking our dear King and keeping it from me?"

Fuck. "Val listen-"

"Wow. You're that possessive that you need to know all of his clients when you never bothered to ask in the first place? That's how it started out and now it's much more than that. I've tried to stay out of this because that's what Angel wanted. However, this is the second time you've struck him since we've been together."

To say that Lucifer was pissed was an understatement. The day that Angel came to him after a long day of work to relieve some stress and was sporting a black eye, he was ready to go and teach that Overlord how to properly treat the souls under his care. But he was asked to stay out of it. Was reassured that Angel wanted to get out of this and handle it on his own. Lucifer only backed off when he was promised that the next time something like that or worse happened that he had permission to break the guy's face in.

"Ugh, I'm getting an ache in my neck. You're too goddamn tall. How about you come down to my height?!"

Seeing this side of Lucifer did something to Angel. Small, beautiful, powerful, Lucifer. The King of Hell. Defending him like this. The spider demon couldn't help but feel so loved and cared for.

"Holy shit, Angie. You're datin' the King of Hell and didn't tell me?" Cherri asked, helping her best friend up.

"I'll uh... explain later. Oh shit. Where's Niff?"

"Our dear Niffty was involved in this?" And now Alastor was going to join in the beating. Angel wasn't going to complain. The guy had it coming for a long time.

~

Landing on her butt in the hotel's foyer after Adam forcefully sent them back through a portal, Charlie jumped up and ran over to the group sitting and tending to Angel. Her dad was wiping the blood from his lips to make it easier to heal while Alastor, surprisingly enough, was holding Niffty protectively.

"Dad! You've been dating Angel Dust?! Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't either of you tell me? When did it happen? For how long?" A long string of rushed out questions tumbled from her mouth before Vaggie lightly took her by the shoulders and made her sit down.

"Babe. Give them a chance to answer."

"Wait.... how did you find out? This came out while you were in Heaven."

"Oh. Well. We were watching you guys to prove to Sera and the court that redemption could be possible. Uh... Adam was not happy when he found out... but the rest of the court was pleasantly surprised at how you acted and handled the situation! So, Sera would love for you to join us for our rescheduled meeting."

"Of course she does."

"Hey. It's alright baby. I'll join ya if it'll make ya feel better." It felt good to have their relationship out and in the open now. He should have listened to Lucifer before about just being open about it since the beginning.

[dc418writes]

•Morning After•

✨Pairing✨: trucker!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: It’s the morning after the New Years Eve office party, and Ari’s not proud of what he did

⚠️: a couple bad language words, mentions of workplace harassment, violence (man-man), implied nudity, implied c-warming, mentions of negative self-talk, overthinking, rest is all fluff and softness

*DISCLAIMER!: although collage was made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest*

Ari’s the first to wake slowly blinking his eyes as they adjust to the newly orange-yellow glow filling the bedroom. The warm air from your nostrils tickling the side of his neck as you cling to him - still connected from your intimate night that carried into the early hours of the morning. A tired smile curls along his mouth peeking down at your pouted lips and angelic features still lulled away in sleep.

You’d more than likely fuss at him later once you saw the wildly disheveled state of your hair, but he’d gladly take it happy that the both of you were back to normal. For the most part that is.

The crunch of that initial punch along with your creep of an ex co-worker’s bruised and bloodied face flashes in his mind remembering the party. How he was so blinded by rage he couldn’t hear or see anyone but Leon, the man that dared hurt Ari’s goddess of a wife.

Hand gliding along your back, a sliver of guilt begins to spread through his chest. Not at what he did - part of him even wished he didn’t stop when he had him on the ground - but the fact he could’ve hurt you. Being so laser-focused, if you tried pulling him away he doesn’t know what would’ve happened. If he would’ve just ignored you…or worse.

Were you afraid of him now?

You didn’t seem that way last night, but once you finally awoke remembering the party yourself, what would you think then?

A small whimper leaves your body at the loss of fullness that was your husband, as he carefully detangles himself trying not to wake you. He pulls the bedsheet higher to cover your bare back after you snuggle deeper into his pillow, unconsciously sighing having his scent again.

Putting on his boxers, his feet lightly pad to the living room in front of one of the wide windows pointed towards the city bustling with life and people on the go. His mind sinking deeper and deeper while he stood there with arms crossed against his muscular chest.

She’s gonna leave you. She hates you now. She sees you as a monster. You’re a terrible person.

So consumed, he doesn’t realize he’s been out there just standing in front of the window nearly gnawing his thumbnail to the tender meat below. Or that you’ve since woken up, brushed your teeth, and are now sliding in front of him wearing only his white tank.

Your arms wrapping around his middle and lips on the center of his chest finally break him of his trance as he looks down at your giddy smile. “Morning bubbas.”

“Morning gorgeous,” he chuckles kissing the top of your forehead.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Just..uh…looking.” Your hands move to his hips leaning back to look him in the eyes. That familiar, uncertain glint making concern settle in the pit of your stomach while your forehead creased.

“You’re lying…what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Ari, what did we just talk about last night? We tell each other when something’s up from now on, so tell me.”

Gripping the edge of the counter, he sighs trying to place his many thoughts into one sentence. “I…I was thinking about last night. Everything that happened.”

“Okay. And what about last night?,” you ask rubbing along his back. His gaze falls to where your other hand still sits on his hip breaking your heart at how hurt he appeared.

“What I did,” he quietly confesses. “How I didn’t want to stop.”

“Ari you were angry, but you did stop. It’s okay-,”

“I couldn’t hear you…I could tell you were saying something when I was over him, but it was like dull noise. And then I think of if you still had my arm what-,”

Your shushes as your palms caress each bearded cheek is enough to stop his rambling, but you can still practically hear his mind going a mile a minute with different scenarios.

“Hey don’t go down that road, okay? Everything would’ve been fine.”

“But we don’t know that for sure,” Ari whispers with eyes beginning to redden.

When that first tear drops, it takes all you have not to join him. If ever there was a moment you wished to get inside his mind it was now. You’d erase all the extra noise drowning out your voice so he could truly believe what you were saying.

See for himself that he could never harm you.

“Bubba listen, just because you had a moment doesn’t mean that’s who you are. I know you’d never purposely hurt me.”

Ari just stays quiet, gazing at you with those soft eyes as your thumbs trace along his cheekbones.

“I just don’t want you to look at me differently. Or start being afraid of me.”

“No, baby I’d never,” you coo giving him the biggest hug you could, as if trying to transfer all your love - your own heart even - to the man in front of you. He’d told you in the past how he had a bit of a temper in his younger pre-teen to teen years, getting into a handful of fights for stupid reasons. You didn’t think he thought of himself as a terrible person from it though.

“You’re the sweetest, kindest man Ari Levinson with a huge heart and gentle soul to match. I saw that the moment we met and still saw it last night. That anger was just you acting off your protective instincts papa bear.”

Hearing his soft chuckle as the corners of his mouth curl upwards warms your chest that he could be starting to feel better. Even if only slightly.

Clutching your wrist, he bends down to peck your waiting lips before resting his forehead against yours. Strands of his coconut brown hair tickling your cheeks.

“I love you,” he whispers. “So much.”

“Love you too,” you smile. His soft lips fall on yours again occasionally nipping and smiling in between for the next few minutes before you’re both standing in comfortable silence holding each other close. Neither of you wanting to be the first to let go.

•

Settling into the vanilla scented water, Ari leans back far enough to dip his head in leaving his hair damp as he drains the excess down his back. You’re next to enter the elongated tub wrapping your legs around his hips from behind so your front is almost pressed into his sculpted and freckled back. His larger hands smooth along your shins while you squeeze a good amount of his milk and honey shampoo in your hands before lathering it into his hair and scalp.

You have to bite your lip to hide your giggles hearing his little moans as you massage and lightly scratch along his skull.

“Feels good?,” you ask to which he moans again giving you your answer.

“Remind me to thank your parents for blessing you with those hands next time we see them.”

“Sure, like that won’t be an awkward conversation waiting to happen,” you both chuckle.

After rinsing and repeating, next is to condition his silky mane where you notice he becomes quiet again.

“Didn’t fall asleep on me did you?,” you jokingly ask trying to keep the mood light as it was seconds prior.

“No..not yet at least,” he softly laughs. “I just…”

He wasn’t sure if now was the right time to bring it up - nor how you would react - but he wanted everything on the table. All the possibilities of what your ex-coworker did had nibbled enough at his brain and imagination. With a short sigh, Ari affectionately squeezes your calf as he turns to peer over his shoulder at you, “I understand if you’re not ready to talk about it now or even tomorrow..but at some point I wanna know what he did sweetheart.”

The moment Leon entered the building and shifted your entire evening for the worst, you knew this conversation would have to follow. Especially having a protective and concerned husband like Ari.

“..I know,” you whisper.

Enough time had passed that you felt you were ready. At least you thought so before letting your mind wander back to all those months ago. Slightly leaning up to remove his wash rag from its plastic hook, you busy yourself with washing his back in small circles wishing for that uneasy feeling in your stomach to finally leave you be.

Having dealt with it before, Sophia explained to you how it was tied to anxiety - no doubt stemming from your incident.

Carefully turning his chiseled body as to not splash soapy water onto the rug and floor, he pulls you onto his lap where you try to proceed with gently rubbing the cotton cloth and shower gel against his neck and chest, but he grabs your hands stopping you instead. Discarding the cloth in the water behind him before kissing your wet knuckles then your forehead. It was his silent way of saying, “I’m here. I got you.”

“Well, I guess everything started a little before we met. He was transferred from a sister office, and placed to work with me on an account. At first, things were fine and he was just the friendly co-worker. He’d bring in donuts, bagels, ask our coffee orders. Looking back though, part of me thinks he was doing that to earn our trust so when he’d eventually show his true colors, we’d second guess ourselves. I probably seem paranoid thinking that though.”

Droplets from his hand falls to the still water below as he tilts your chin to look into his sympathetic eyes. “No, not at all gorgeous.” His loving gaze never fails in warming your cheeks and sending tingles through your chest.

It was the closest you could come to blushing.

“Maybe a couple weeks after, he got a little handsy when walking past me - touching my shoulders or arm you know? I know some people are just touchy like that so I brushed it off. Then it seemed like right when you came in the picture, he amped things up.”

Your mother did always warn you as soon as you were with someone, guys would come out of every crack and crevice seemingly wanting you. It’s like they had some sort of antenna alerting them another man’s territory needed to be challenged.

“He’d mention us going to eat or for drinks sometime and I declined. I tried to be nice about it-,”

“In that instance fuck being nice. No is No. Doesn’t matter how you deliver it,” your husband states meaning every word from his semi-stern tone.

“Well, he seemed to take it and didn’t bother me anymore for a little bit, but then..”

Ari’s hands rub along your back as you take a breath surprisingly starting to feel the emotions of that day all over again. “That’s enough sweetheart, you don’t have to-,”

“But I want to though.” Gently nodding, he sweetly kisses your forehead and waits until you’re ready to talk. Both of you ignoring how cool the water around you had become and your wrinkled hands and feet.

“One night I was walking out the door and he followed behind saying how he had a question about an account. So we walked to my car - whole time I’m answering the questions and he’s listening..or so I thought. Then he randomly mentioned how I smelled good and before I knew it he..he caged me in against the driver’s door.” A couple tears fall to your cheeks that Ari’s more than happy to wipe away for you. “He tried to kiss me, and I should’ve ran or did something but I just froze. I was basically a deer in the headlights until I could feel his breath on my neck a-and then I finally pushed him away.”

Wrapping you in a tight hug, he steadily rocks you back and forth letting you sniffle into the side of his neck until you were calmed down enough to speak again. A muffled, “I’m sorry,” tumbling from your lips onto his skin breaks his heart that you’d think you did something wrong.

“Sorry?,” he asks pulling away so he could hold your face between his strong yet careful hands. “You’re not to blame for his behavior gorgeous.”

“I know, but I should’ve said something earlier. And that night I should’ve been strong enough to fight, scream. Do something! Even Wallace offered to go to our manager for me because he saw some of what he was doing and knew I was uncomfortable, but I said no.”

“All because you were scared, which is a normal response,” he adds. “You might not feel it, but you are strong. For pushing him away. For saying something after. And so so brave honey. You know how proud of you I am?”

“Yea?,” you weakly smile.

“Hell yea!” Your light giggle is music to his ears as he leans in to repeatedly peck your plump lips until he’s had his fill. Noticing you shiver, he stands pulling you up with him before he bends down to let out the bath water.

“I guess we stayed in a little too long huh?,” he chuckles.

“Just a little.”

“How about we try this again with a shower, then stay in bed the rest of the day?”

You nod as he pulls the curtain shielding you both from the rest of the bathroom and turning the shower head on. “With snackies?”

“Oh of course!”

And just as he said, you both spent the rest of the day, and well into the night, wrapped in your white comforter snuggled together. A mix of bags and boxes of your favorite snacks scattered around you and warmth filling the both of you happy for the small, impenetrable bubble that was you and Ari.

A/N: I’ll be honest I’m not 100% on the ending, but then again maybe it’s just me being hard on myself (which is a common occurrence🙃). Anywho, I hope you guys like this little follow up, and you’re having a great weekend☺️! I’ve been needing a bit of extra comfort so don’t be surprised if you see more Ari fluff on your feed from me lol