#we just have to adjust pur process

[artisanalpeanutbutter]

Some of you are so fucking stupid

[tac-the-unseen]

Poly!The Lost boys Nest Headcannons

Centered around Mate!Reader

Mostly sfw, but the last three are nsfw

•Vampire Nesting is a traditional practice categorized as a mating/courting behavior

•When vampires meet their future/current mates a repressed part of their biology activates. This includes many different behaviors including nesting.

•Bats naturally use scent to attract their mates as well as fluttering their wings, vocalizing desire, and grooming each other

•This translated into vampires as Cologne/perfume scenting, gentle touches, romantic speech, purring, buzzing, and brushing/combing hair

•Once courting turns into romantic relationships Vampires begin to set up a nest for their mate to stay in

•When David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko begin to experience these nesting behaviors they all connect and start the process for you

•Before they met you they were all just mated to each other and built a nest for each new attention to their partnerships.

•David built one for Dwayne

•They both worked together to make a new one for Paul

•And when Marko came along the three of them remade the nest for him too

•Now all four of them are deconstructing their old nest to make it new for you

•This involves a lot of collecting materials, making new materials, and, of course, shouting

•They all work together to construct the pile of soft fabrics and furs and shape it to hold all five of you with extra wiggle room

•They make it pretty clear that you're not allowed to help but you can contribute some clothes, blankets, and an occasional opinion

•They ask if you want to have the nest on the ground or elevated slightly

•Which basically means ‘do you want two smushed together mattresses on the floor? Or do you want two bed frames pushed together?’

•Marko will sew the mattresses together so they can't come apart

•Whenever you get too close to the area, you are kindly redirected somewhere else

•”You can watch Darling, but you can't step into the nest quite yet.” Dwayne would say softly while shuffling you off to a dresser or bean bag you can sit on

•It was quite amusing watching them shout at each other for being in the way of putting something in the wrong area

•”You can't put the blanket all the way down there! That makes it useless!” Marko would snap at Paul

•”You're putting to much of your stuff near the top! Leave room for the rest of us!” Paul would complain at David

•It was a complete back and forth, with even Dwayne raising his voice when Marko kick some of his contributions out of the way

•What was funnier was the tone shift when you spoke up. One moment they're yelling about some and when you chime in they become softer with you. That only added when they immediately start yelling at each other again.

”DON’T FUCKING MOVE MY SHIRT!”

“THEN GET IT OUT OF THE WAY!”

“What if you just layed your shirts side by side instead of just throwing them out?”

“Good idea, Love! You're so smart!”

“HEAR THAT YOU SHITTER? THEY SAID NOT TO MOVE MY STUFF!”

•All of them are in snippy moods, so it's best just not to get in the way

•Once everything is in place they finally let you into the nest. They wanted you to be the first one, so not only could you get your scent all over it, but to allow you to make adjustments.

•Once everything is to your liking they ask if they can join you. As soon as you say yes they're on all sides of you.

•Kissing, cuddling, purrs, and buzzing all around while they push you into the soft fabrics

•They also make sure to give you the rundown of nest culture and etiquette

•”I know we typically don't give a fuck about rules, but these ones we care about.”

•The basic run down is:

-No one is allowed in the Nest other then you and them

-No one is allowed to even touch the Nest other then you guys

-Things can be taken out at anytime for almost any reason but for the most part you should just leave that to them

-You have the right to kick anyone out of the nest at anytime

-This is a where you'll sleep when your in the cave

-The nest is basically your sanctuary and they'll treat it as such

•All of this told to you sporadically and in-between several acts of affection

•For the first couple of days of there being a new nest, whenever you're in the cave they want you in the nest

•They will actually pick you up and put your there (it's a bit frustrating at first but it only lasts about four days)

•You bet your ass the sex is spectacular too

•They will bring you food and water, read to you, massage you, and even go down on you constantly ‘just so the nest gets all of your scent’

•All and all royalty treatment

Thanks for reading <3

[michelleleewise]

So I have a prompt if you're willing.

So like a bunch I've seen in the past, what if Loki has a crush on the reader and doesn't know how to process his feelings. So he picks on her, pulls pranks on her, and just being kind of mean to her. But of course Loki doesn't see it that way. Instead of the reader standing up for herself or trying to beat him at his own game, she gets really down on herself. Being picked on reminds her of her bullies from highschool and all the bad feelings come back. She starts to isolate herself, grows quiet, and starts skipping things if she finds out Loki's going to be there. It isn't until Nat (or whoever) sets him right, that he realizes what he's been doing to her. Is it too late to save this could be relationship?

I would like a happy ending but plenty of angst. Feel free to say no if you don't want to. 💙🖤💚💜

Hiiiiiiiiii!!!! Sorry this took 500 years for me to get to!!!! But I'm here now and let's set this angstfest on its way!!!! Hehehe. Thank you so much for sending this to me!! I hope you enjoy!! 💚💚💚💚

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The Angel and the Fool

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: teasing, bullying, crying, depression, self deprecating thoughts, self esteem issues, body insecurities, loki being an idiot, nat being a good friend.

Summary: you and Loki had been friends for awhile, but recently his behavior towards you changed dramatically....

A/n: aaahhhh!!! This absolutely got away from me!! Lol sooooo it's a super long read, not sure how many words lol and a very very special Thank you to @mochie85 for all of your support and being my beta with this and and all your amazing thoughts!!!! Thank you!!!!! 💚💚💚 aaaand a new pic!!! 😁💚

You stood at the kitchen counter waiting for the world's slowest coffee machine to finish "all that money and stark can't even get a fast machine." You sighed leaning your elbow on the counter when you heard voices coming from the hallway "I told you brother, I was the one who broke up with her" Thor's voice boomed through the room like the thunder he was known for "whatever you say thor." Loki's smooth voice followed after. Looking up seeing the bane of your existence patting his brother on the shoulder as they walked into the kitchen. "Ah lady y/n, how are you?" Thor asked smiling as he reached into the cupboard grabbing a box of his pop tarts "I'm fine, how are you?" You asked as the coffee machine finally beeped signaling it was done.

"I am quite well thank you, we are headed to the training room." He said setting the box down next to you when you finally took stock of what they were wearing. Thor in his red shirt and black joggers when your eyes met Loki's, the smile on his face sending a shiver through you as your eyes traveled down seeing his tight black tank hugging every muscle he had. Biting you lip seeing his exposed arms, tracing the veins down to his long yet delicate fingers "your staring again darling." He purred snapping you out of your trance "sorry." You whispered grabbing the sugar bowl you began sweetening your coffee "I would be careful with that if I were you." Loki said making you look up at him "why is that?" You asked holding the spoon over your cup. "Well its just you mortals and sugar, i have heard it adds to the waistline does it not?" He asked smiling as his eyes traveled down your body.

"What..." you started when he raised his hand "I know it is not your fault, your weak mortal form cannot handle what we can." He said smiling again flexing his large pectoral muscles. Dropping the spoon you looked down at yourself, you knew you had put on a few pounds...being Pepper's assistant left Iittle time to make home cooked meals so a lot of your food was take out or on the run. You adjusted your belt feeling your eyes burn "you can always join us in the gym, i would be happy to...assist you." loki purred again. Looking up seeing he was still focused on your body "t..thanks but I..." you trailed off putting your cup in the sink

"I need to go, maybe I'll see you guys later." You said quickly leaving the room before he could say anything else. You made it to your office, flopping in your chair with a huff. "Does he think im fat?" You asked yourself straightening your back you looked down at your soft middle, poking it with your finger sighing. "Maybe a diet wouldn't be a bad idea." You said to yourself turning on your computer trying to get to work but Loki's words kept echoing in your head. You leaned back in your chair feeling a tear stream down your cheek. You had admittedly had a crush on the god practically since you were hired, and through your work with them you had grown closer to him, you could say you were friends. But the last few weeks he's seemed to go out of his way to point out every imperfection you had. You sighed closing your eyes deciding to go shopping after work to buy new clothes and a variety of green leafy things.

A few days later you once again stood in the kitchen placing various fruits and vegetables in a blender. Nat had told you about a smoothie that could help you lose weight when you saw Loki walking into the kitchen looking like be just rolled out of bed. His hair was a disheveled mess, the muscles of his bare chest flexing as he ran a hand through it "Hello little mortal, what are you up to now?" He asked walking to the fridge grabbing two bottles of water making your heart plummet "nothing." You said quietly continuing your work. "Mmm, and the change of wardrobe?" He asked gently tugging on the end of your overly large blouse "stop it." You snapped swatting his hand away hearing him laugh. "Did we wake up in a mood darling?" He asked taking a seat on the stool in front of you. "Dont you have a guest to get back to?" You sneered pointing at his second water bottle "She will be fine, this is much more entertaining." He smiled grabbing a strawberry from your pile taking a bite as he stared into your eyes.

You felt your heart sink at the confirmation, the familiar burning in your eyes returning "I'm not here to entertain you Loki." You growled when his bright emerald eyes met yours "but you do it oh so well." He purred biting into another strawberry. You sighed, closing your eyes fighting back the tears that were threatening to expose you when you heard a pair of heels clicking against the tile floor "there you are, you just left me alone." A woman's voice sounded through the room making your eyes shoot open, a tall thin redhead sauntered up to the counter placing a perfectly manicured hand on Loki's bicep "apologies, I became distracted." He said not taking his eyes off of you. "Oh, is she making us smoothies?" The woman asked excitedly as she took the seat next to him. "I do not know, are you y/n?" He asked, a smirk spreading across his face as you placed the last of the ingredients in the blender

"well she's your assistant isn't she? Why else would she be here with you?" The woman laughed as you turned on the blender hoping to drown her out when you saw the lid of the blender begin to glow "what the..." you were cut off as the lid flew off and the entire contents of the blender shot out and all over your shirt, gasping as the cold liquid seeped through to your skin "oh dear...it seems you will need to change that hideous shirt." Loki's voice entered your consciousness as your eyes shot to his seeing him laughing with his "date". you grabbed a towel trying to get as much of the green concoction off you as you could, tears welling in your eyes "green really is your color darling" Loki purred making you sigh.

You threw the towel in the sink seeing the redhead pressed against his arm laughing when you looked at him, his eyes roaming your now drenched shirt "i...I need to go." You said quickly heading towards the hall when Nat walked in "y/n, what happened?" She asked seeing your ruined shirt "nothing, just..." you said looking over your shoulder seeing loki had turned still watching you "just a blender mishap, I'm fine." You said stepping around her when she grabbed your arm "y/n, are you ok?" She asked, her eyes boring into you. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" You asked as nat glanced back into the kitchen seeing loki and the redhead "y/n.." She started when you pulled your arm free "I said im fine nat, i...I have to go pepper is waiting." You said quickly turning to the elevator before she could say anything else.

You stepped in pushing the button, as the doors closed you finally allowed the tears to fall. Any inkling of a hope you had for you and Loki had just been crushed under the reality of your life you would never be good enough. Your mind went back to the woman he was with, she could have been a model, an actress. You had to admit she was beautiful when your mind went back over the last few weeks with Loki, his constant comments about your weight, your clothes, the time you tried to add a little makeup to your routine hoping he would notice, but his reaction crushed you "aren't clowns supposed to be in the circus?" He had asked shaking his head. Every off handed comment, every slight against your appearance drudging memories long buried..."if you lost a few pounds maybe a guy would be interested"..."is face transplant surgery a thing? Because you need one."..."what guy in their right mind would go out with you." You made it to your office, thankful you kept an extra shirt in your desk for just in case situations you quickly changed, tossing the soiled shirt into your bag as you flopped down into your chair. "I thought we were atleast friends." You said to yourself wiping the tears from your cheeks when you heard a knock on your door

"Hey y/n, we have a meeting with the team, we gotta go." Pepper said smiling "is...is Loki going to be there?" You asked grabbing your pen and a pad of paper "yeah, it's an all hands meeting about the new protocols for missions." She said "umm, I'm really not feeling very well...can I skip this one?" You asked as she stepped in closing the door "what's wrong y/n?" She asked sitting across from you "nothing, I'm fine." You said looking down at your desk "I Just don't feel well, that's all." You said looking back up seeing her eyeing you "well ok, why don't you take the rest of the day off and I'll see you in the morning." She said standing back up. "Thank you Pepper, I really appreciate it." You said quickly gathering your things "you know you can talk to me right, if you need to?" She asked opening your door "yes, thank you but I'm fine." You said seeing her nod "ok, I'll see you tomorrow." She said walking out closing the door behind her.

You grabbed your bag, turning your lights off you locked the door to your office before heading downstairs hoping you could slip out undetected. You made it to the common room when a familiar voice sounded behind you "where are you off to little mortal? We have a meeting" Loki asked making you freeze "i...I'm not feeling well so I'm going home." You said not turning around "well do try to eat some vegetables, not that chocolate you like so much." He said hearing him take a step closer to you "you know what they say, it's goes straight to your thighs." He purred next to your ear making you look down "I have to go Loki." You said quickly walking to the nearest exit when you heard Thor "come brother, everyone is waiting." You turned to see Loki still looking at you as Thor patted his shoulder. Putting your head down you pushed the door open and headed for the car park. Throwing everything in the back you climbed in turning the key you looked down at yourself, sighing you put your car into gear and headed home, and away from Loki.

Loki's pov-

Loki quickly closed the door to his room and headed for the kitchen. Looking at his watch, smiling at the memory of when you gave it to him "there, now you won't be late anymore." You had said as you handed him the green velvet box, a large smile spread across your beautiful face as he opened it seeing the green iridescent face and gold hands ticking away, the black leather strap surrounding a tiny green pillow. He knew right then that his feelings for you went beyond comrodery, surpassing friendship into....something else, something he hadn't ever felt before. He quickened his pace knowing right now you would he in the kitchen messing with that odd machine that makes your coffee every morning. It had been two weeks since the incident with the smoothie and his conscience had been eating at him ever since.

He wanted more, he longed to hold you in his arms and never let you go but you always kept him at arms length, shying away when he attempted his usual method of flirting, but he couldn't resist the pull you had on him so he kept at it...kept pushing. But he knew that day in the kitchen he had gone too far, as much as he loved seeing you flustered and the things your drenched shirt did to him as it clung to your breasts he also saw the sadness in your eyes, the tears threatening to spill over as you stormed towards the hall. He was about to go after when he saw you talking to the widow, who shot him a glare that sent ice up his spine before you were gone again. He had hoped to catch you in the meeting, pull you aside and finally confess but you had fallen ill, leaving again before he had a chance.

Glancing at his watch again he began to jog down the hall, he had tried to catch you everyday since but you always evaded him, never staying in the kitchen too long and he wasn't allowed on the upper floors where your office was, some nonsense about his probation and secured areas when he made it to the kitchen, sighing seeing you standing there with Thor. He furrowed his eyebrows taking in your appearance, your clothes were baggier on your small frame then normal, your long beautiful hair that framed your face so perfectly was pulled back into a messy bun, dark circles encompassed your once bright eyes that now seemed distant, the sparkle that was there now dimmed. "This truly is an odd contraption." Thor's voice pulled him from his trance as he saw you smile but it didn't reach your eyes.

He took a small step in when your eyes shot up to his, your body going rigid as you stared at him "ah brother, lady y/n was showing me how she makes coffee." Thor said taking a sip from his cup "I must say it is quite good, you should try some." He said walking around to the other side of the island sitting on a stool "i...I have to go, you can show him Thor." You said quickly grabbing your cup you began walking to the elevator "y/n, may I..." he was silenced as you turned, the look in your eyes sending a shiver through him "I can't talk Loki, i...I have to get to work." You said, all emotion gone from your voice "but I...I just wanted to..." loki trailed off looking to his feet "I am sorry for the day in the kitchen, with the blender." He said fidgeting with his fingers "it's fine, don't worry about it." You said, the same coldness in your tone as he looked up at you "it's not the first time, and it won't be the last." You said taking a step back towards the elevator "but y/n..." he started when you held your hand up "I need to go." You said quickly turning and before he could say anything else you were gone.

He returned to the kitchen to see Thor staring at him "what was all that about?" He asked sipping his coffee "I need to speak with her but she had to go." Loki said setting the kettle on the stove. "Mm, well there is the party stark is throwing tonight, I'm sure the lady will be there, she goes to all of them." Thor said matter of factly "Thor, I never thought I would say this but you are a genuis." Loki said turning the stove off heading towards his room. The party, how could he forget the party! He thought as he walked in heading to his closet he pulled his black suit out, laying it on the bed going to his dresser he pulled out his black silk shirt and vest laying them next to his suit. "I will ask her to dance with me and then tell her." Loki said to himself grabbing a towel heading into the bathroom "tonight y/n, you will finally be mine." He said, smiling to himself as he turned the water on and began to prepare for tonight.

Straightening his suit he walked into the large overcrowded room. The music booming through the speakers made his head throb as he skirted his way through the throngs of people, looking around hoping to catch a glimpse of you as he made it to the bar. He looked up and down but saw no sign of you at all "what'll you have?" The bartender asked snapping him back "oh, um whiskey please." Loki said looking back out to the large crowd "maybe she isn't here yet?" He said to himself as the bartender set a glass of amber liquid in front of him. "Ah Loki, I wasn't sure you would be here." He heard next to him, turning his head to see none other then the widow taking a seat on one of the stools "yes well, I am here looking for someone." He said glancing back out "oh I'm sure you have no shortage of "dates." She airquoted making him raise an eyebrow at her. "What does that mean?" He asked leaning on the bar.

"Nothing, just rumors of your conquests have definitely traveled through the tower." She laughed making him sigh "Hmm yes, I have heard." He said looking out to the crowd again "do you think y/n is running late?" He asked making her raise her eyebrow this time "why so interested?" She asked crossing her arms "no reason, I was only curious." He shrugged sipping his drink "Mm, if i didnt know better i would say you were more then curious." Nat said as she turned ordering her drink "and what pray tell makes you think that?" He asked seeing her smile "I am going to tell you something I probably shouldn't, but needs to be said." Nat said grabbing her drink

"I know you and y/n are friends, well were until as of recently." She said sipping her drink "but I know a person in love when I see them, reading people is what I do." She said seeing Loki's eyes widen "see, what you need to try to understand about our y/n is she has a very large heart, she cares alot." Nat continued seeing loki nod "but shes been through alot, people have not treated her with the same kindness she gives. And what you said to her....and before you ask yes i know about all of it." She said quickly before he could interupt "honestly, it devastated her. The last two weeks she hasnt been herself, she wont talk to anyone, she refuses to go to meetings." She sighed shaking her head "all im saying is, if you dont feel the same about her just tell her, but stop messing with her, she doesn't deserve it." Nat snapped standing from her stool. "Have a nice evening Loki." She said making her way back into the crowd.

Loki mulled her words over in his head what have i done? He thought as he downed his drink and began heading to the exit when the same redheaded woman from that day found him "Hey handsome, care for a dance?" She purred rubbing his arm "no thank you, I must be going." He said walking around her "I thought maybe we could have another sleep over, get to know eachother better." She said grabbing his bicep "apologies but I'm afraid the answer is still no, I...I have met someone." He said seeing her nod "lucky girl." She smiled removing her hand "I'll see you around." She smiled walking back into the crowd as Loki let out the breath he was holding. Now he just had to find a way to get to you and talk to you, tell you everything once and for all and he knew exactly how he was going to do it.

He continued walking through the crowd when he heard a familiar laugh, looking up seeing Thor on the balcony of the vip section, rolling his eyes seeing him swinging his precious hammer around when his eyes landed on you. "Y/n..." he sighed taking you in. Your hair was gently curled cascading down to your shoulders, the floor length powder blue dress hugged your beautiful body perfectly, the long slit landing at the middle of your thigh made his heart race as you shifted, exposing your supple skin. His hands clenching into fists thinking about how badly he wanted to run his hands up and down those beautiful legs as they were wrapped around him, squeezing him as he gave you everything he had...worshipping you exaclty how you deserved.

Shaking his head he adjusted his slacks that had suddenly become very tight as he pulled his phone out, dialing the number he wanted he looked up watching Thor set his hammer down before pulling out his own device "ah brother, where are you?" Thor asked looking around the room "Thor, may I have a word?" Loki asked as their eyes met "meet me at the bar." Loki said hanging up quickly heading back to the bar when a large hand landed on his shoulder "loki, is everything alright?" Thor asked leaning on the bar. "Brother, I have a favor to ask." Loki said looking back to the balcony, Thor following his gaze nodding "tell me what you need." Thor said seeing Loki smile.

You stood off to the side, wondering how you let nat talk you into coming tonight. You pulled at the dress that she had loaned you. It was too tight, the neckline definately too low as it traveled down between your breasts, the only thing holding it in place was the thin strip of material traveling behind your neck, and the slit was definitely too high. You felt exposed as you shifted on your feet trying to hold your breath. You watched Thor bow before walking down towards the bar. Looking around you bit your lip, the only reason you had agreed to come was because you knew Loki wouldn't be up here. "The vip section." You laughed to yourself seeing nat had rejoined wanda, Steve was laughing with bucky, the other agents you had seen on your floor mingling...they deserved to be here, they were heroes... they were beautiful and here you were, the ugly duckling among the swans. You looked down sucking in your stomach trying not to stretch the dress when a voice next to you made you jump.

"Well hello gorgeous, can I buy you a drink?" You turned your head seeing Matt, the agent who had the office next to yours smiling at you. "Oh...I have one, but thank you." You whispered watching his eyes travel down your body. "Hmm, well we could get out of here, I don't live too far." He winked smiling "um, no...thank you though." You offered a smile sipping your drink. "Women don't usually turn down a night with me, you sure you won't reconsider?" He asked again stepping into your space "t..thank you for the offer but yes I'm sure." You said taking a step back. Yes he was attractive, very much so but you barely knew him and there was no way you were gonna let him see you naked. You cleared your throat looking back out into the crowd when you heard him laugh "Ya know you clean up pretty nice, I was honestly surprised to see you had brushed your hair." He laughed sipping his drink. "I...um thanks?" You said looking down.

"you actually look kind of decent." He laughed again eyeing you. "Mm...it's like those movies where the ugly girl puts on a dress and makeup and suddenly she isn't AS ugly....that's what you remind me of." He said. You felt the familiar burning in your eyes, closing them as he went on "but you know what they say, put lipstick on a pig and it's still a pig." He laughed louder when a loud thump made your eyes shoot open, looking over seeing Matt pinned against the wall, Thor holding him by the throat "you will not to speak to her that way." Thor said sternly leaning down coming face to face with him "apologize...now." Thor growled as Matt's eyes widened. "I...I'm s...sorry." he choked out, his eyes not leaving the massive blonde "Thor...stop." you said grabbing his arm but there was no way you could make him budge when his eyes met yours, the anger that was there softening as he looked back at Matt

"you will never speak to her again, am I understood?" Thor said growled into Matt's face as he nodded "go, before I change my mind." Thor said tossing him to the floor watching him scurry away. "Thor?" You whispered when he turned back to you. "Are you alright my lady?" He asked stepping closer "yes, i...im ok. Thank you but you didn't have to do that." You said looking down. "He had no right to say those....horrible things to you y/n." He said as you shook your head "no he's...he was right, I don't belong here." You breathed looking up seeing Thor's eyes wide "what ever would make you think that?" He asked crossing his arms "don't play dumb Thor, you know as well as everyone else." You sighed looking out to everyone having fun

"they're strong, beautiful, they could take anyone in the room home with them." You said fidgeting with your glass "i...I'm not any of those things." You said feeling a tear slide down your cheek "i never will be, because no matter what I do I always be me...fat, ugly me." You sighed setting your drink down "I think im gonna head home for the night." You said looking to the floor as you walked around him "y/n, wait." He said grabbing your wrist "do you truly see yourself as such?" He asked making you laugh "it's what I've always been told. Even your brother has made it abundantly clear that I am...how did he put it...oh yes a clown that needed to join the circus." You said feeling a lump form in your throat "and you know the pathetic thing?" You asked finally looking up into his eyes "i...I love him...and I will never be good enough for him." You huffed a laugh remembering the day in the kitchen.

"Y/n, my brother is an idiot...a fool." Thor said taking a step closer to you. "You have to understand, when we were younger...on Asgard he had no shortage of attention, men and women would happily bend to his will, do anything he asked of them to be his...to be in his favor." Thor said looking down "and those who didn't he would break them down, make them feel less then to get what he wanted...regardless of how selfish it was." Thor continued, his hand sliding down to yours "and here...on Midgard it has been much the same, I was never lacking attention and i...I let it go to me head." Thor said looking up into your eyes "i?...what do you mean i?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows watching Thor shake his head "are you feeling ok Thor? Do you need to sit down?" You asked squeezing his hand "no! I'm not...i have wronged you, and how i treated you...." he snapped, trailing off looking around.

"Come with me." He said pulling you along behind him. Running to keep up with his long strides "Thor, where are we going?" You asked as he pulled you into a secluded corner away from everyone "if I didn't know better I'd think you were going to kill me." You laughed as he pressed your back against the wall "umm...Thor?" You stuttered when you saw him close his eyes, a green light washing over him when suddenly Loki was in his place "Loki!? What..." you were cut off by his hand gently covering your mouth "shh...I cannot be up here." He said lifting a finger to his lips. "I needed to speak with you and this was the only way." He whispered lowering his hand from your mouth

"what...why?" You whispered back as he placed his hands on your shoulders "y/n, is that truly where your feelings lie?" He asked, his hands slowly sliding down your bare arms "i...you...i know..." you trailed off, closing your eyes remembering what you just confessed to "thor" "Loki i..." He cut you off again by his finger pressed to your lips, his deep green eyes boring so deep into yours you were afraid they would consume you. You lifted your hand gently grabbing his wrist moving his hand "yes Loki...it was the truth." You whispered seeing tears well in his eyes. "I know you don't feel the same, I'm sorry I ruined our friendship its just...."

you were cut off again, all coherent thought leaving you as his lips pressing to yours, the hand you were holding reaching up to cup your cheek as the other slid around your side to your back pulling you closer to him. Gasping feeling his fingers touch the bare skin of your back when you felt his tongue slip between your parted lips, moaning into his mouth tasting the whiskey on lips as you returned the kiss, tilting your head as his hand slid to your hair holding you to him. The kiss was everything you had ever imagined and more. It was dominating and all consuming, and you never wanted it to end. Wrapping your arm around his middle you pressed yourself as close to him as you could, your nails digging into the back of his suit jacket when he pulled back slightly, nibbling your bottom lip as he pressed his forehead to yours, your breath mixing together as you tried to regain your composure.

"I...I owe you an apology y/n." He panted tightening his grip around your waist "I owe you so much more then that." He said lifting his head looking into your eyes "i...I don't understand Loki." You said searching his eyes for an answer. "Y/n, my sweet, beautiful little mortal i..." He trailed off looking down "I have never been the best at expressing my emotions, and in truth as a prince of Asgard i...i never took into account others feelings, i was selfish and took what i wanted however i wanted" He said looking back up at you "I know it is no excuse for how I have treated you, but after hearing that pathetic boy say those things to you." He growled "I see what I have done to you, how I've made you feel and I....I am ashamed of myself for everything I put you through." He said, a tear streaming down his cheek as he looked down again.

"The truth y/n is...that I love you, I have loved you for so long." He whispered "and I was afraid you would never feel the same for the would be invader of your realm, but I simply couldn't get enough of you...of your bright smile, your kindess, of your attentions, i craved it...so in my selfishness I teased and mocked, as I had done so many times before hoping to get even the slightest reaction...a smile, a snide remark...but I watched you slowly pull away from me, hiding yourself away in your office, the spark inside you slowly dying and i...y/n I can never apologize enough for my behavior." He said looking up, your heart breaking seeing the tears steaming down his cheeks. "D...do you think you could ever forgive me?" He asked, his voice shaking as his lip quivered. You lifted your hands, cupping his cheeks seeing his eyes close "Loki.." you whispered, your thumbs wiping the tears from his cheeks as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Please y/n, let me take you out...allow me to treat you as you deserve...to worship you as the goddess that you are." He whispered wrapping his fingers around your wrists. You smiled looking deeply into his eyes "all you had to do was ask." You said seeing him return the smile "oh my perfect, sweet y/n." He sighed gently placing a kiss on your lips before wrapping his arms around you pulling you to his chest, his large hand holding the back of your head as he rocked you back and forth. "I'm sorry...so so sorry." He whispered into your hair. "It's ok Loki, I forgive you." You said into his chest, squeezing his middle tightly. "What did I do to deserve you?" He asked kissing the top of your head.

"You made a mistake, but you learned from it." You said pulling back to look at him "and you apologized...who am I to hold a grudge?" You asked seeing him smile "you are truly an angel sent from the heavens." He said cupping your cheek "come, allow me to take you to dinner, where we can talk more privately." He said stepping back "ok, let me get my coat." You said as he wrapped his arm around your waist you walked through the room towards the exit, glancing over seeing nat you waved as she winked lifting her glass when you caught Loki mouthing something to her. "What did you say?" You asked as he smiled down at you "oh, I was thanking her." He said squeezing you tighter "for pointing out how much of an idiot I had been." He said grabbing the door holding it open for you "after you my angel." He said, making you blush as you walked past him, feeling his fingers twine with yours you squeezed, smiling to yourself and for the first time in a long time you had hope.....

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[lovelynim]

TickleTober2024/Day 15 - Faking it

Genshin Impact - Albedo x Kaeya

Albedo shifted and squirmed against the bed, circling his wrists and arching his back, hoping to find an opening to escape in any of those attempts. However, all he found was Kaeya’s amused gaze, mocking him throughout the whole process.

 “Let go,” Albedo ordered, annoyed and flustered. ��I have work to do, I need to get up.”

Kaeya shook his head, promptly denying the request. Instead of letting him go, Albedo could feel how the knight pressed more weight on top of his pinned wrists, as if making sure they weren’t coming down anytime soon.

“Can’t do,” Kaeya mused, tilting his head, “I need to make sure you’re the real Albedo.”

“..What?” Albedo arched his eyebrow, scoffing in disbelief. “Couldn’t you come up with a better excuse?”

Kaeya refusing to get up from the bed and prolonging their mornings together wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence in their relationship. It was, mostly, a consequence of Albedo staying up to ungodly hours to finish his work.

Still, Kaeya wouldn’t really admit that he simply didn’t want to get up by the morning. He also wouldn’t blame the fewer hours of sleep - since that would lead to Albedo scolding him most of the time. So, instead, he came up with things like “testing the mattress”, “inspecting the sheets’ quality” and today…

“Oh, I’m extremely serious, mr. alchemist… or should I say imposter?”

Despite the lack of words, the confused look on Albedo’s face was enough to hint Kaeya to further elaborate on his accusation - which he gladly did. “You see, I happen to hear some stories about your time in Dragonspine with the traveler and the fact that there was a “fake Albedo” there alarmed me a lot.”

“If you heard the story, you probably also heard this is solv-”

“And,” Kaeya interrupted, making Albedo roll his eyes, “I now wonder if I was not sleeping with the enemy this whole time. How do I know if you’re the Albedo I know and not some imposter faking it? We need to check it.”

“Whatever gets you off the bed, captain.”

Kaeya chuckled, adjusting his position as he straddled Albedo’s waist - still keeping a firm grip around his wrists - and preparing himself to whatever was about to unfold.

“P-Pfft, hehey!”

“You see, my Albedo is really ticklish, so ticklish that I doubt there could be someone as ticklish as him,” Kaeya purred, licking his lips while a cranked up smile took place over Albedo’s lips. 

Kaeya wiggled his fingers, climbing up Albedo’s sides at an awfully slow sleep. His waist, sides, then ribs and the spaces between each bone - Kaeya made sure to lightly tickle all of those.

Albedo’s sleeping clothes barely gave him any protection against the tickles that roamed his body and, in a matter of seconds, he found himself laughing and writhing under Kaeya’s body weight. It was too early to be having that!

“S-Stohohohop! AHAhaha, K-Kaeyahah, lehet me gohoho!” Albedo cried, pressing his eyes shut and whining while Kaeya rubbed his cheek against his.

“Well, you sure are just as ticklish as my Albedo… but I’m not convinced yet. Heh.”

A/N: We are halfway through the month already, time surely pass so fast! Are you guys liking this year's edition so far? ~

[mya-valentine]

Sleight of Heart

Synopsis: Lyney, Fontaine's renowned magician, encounters a charming and flirty rival who challenges not only his magical prowess but also his heart. As the two exchange playful banter and tricks, a deeper rivalry—and attraction—begins to form, setting the stage for a thrilling battle of wits and charm.

The bustling streets of Fontaine thrummed with excitement. Crowds gathered in the central plaza, eager for the city’s favorite pastime—magic shows. Of course, today was different. Today, Lyney, the famed magician known for his clever tricks and charm, had competition.

Lyney stood backstage, adjusting his hat, a slight smirk on his face as he peeked through the curtains. Across the way, the rival magician was performing a flashy illusion, colors swirling as doves appeared and disappeared in perfect harmony.

"I hear there's some competition today," Lynette mused beside him, her ever-cool demeanor unwavering.

Lyney chuckled, "I wouldn’t call it competition. Just someone trying to match the best, sister."

As the audience erupted in applause, the magician in question stepped forward for a bow. Their outfit, a striking blend of deep crimson and black, matched the theatrical flair of their performance. With a dramatic flick of the wrist, they sent a final puff of smoke into the air, eyes scanning the crowd before they landed on Lyney. A mischievous smile tugged at their lips.

Before Lyney could process it, the magician vanished in a cloud of smoke—only to reappear mere inches in front of him, bowing low with a flourish. "The great Lyney, in the flesh," they purred, straightening up with a twinkle in their eye. "I've heard all about you."

Lyney raised an eyebrow, slightly thrown off by their sudden appearance. "I see you're fond of dramatic entrances."

"And you're fond of charming exits," they replied smoothly, winking. "I've seen a few of your performances. Very... enchanting."

The playful tone caught him off guard. It wasn’t often someone else matched him in flirtatious banter, and he was intrigued. "Well, it takes a special talent to recognize talent. You must be quite the magician yourself."

The stranger leaned closer, eyes gleaming with a mix of interest and challenge. "Oh, I am. But I'm also very good at making things disappear. Hearts, for example."

Lynette rolled her eyes and quietly excused herself, leaving Lyney to navigate the flirtation on his own.

"Is that so?" Lyney asked, voice smooth but with a hint of amusement. He adjusted his gloves, feeling the air between them shift. This was a game, and he loved games. "I’m curious to see if you can make mine disappear."

The magician laughed, low and velvety, the kind of laugh that drew people in. "Careful, Lyney. I don’t play fair."

Lyney’s smirk widened. "Neither do I."

For a moment, the two simply held each other’s gaze, the air crackling with an unspoken challenge. They both knew this wasn’t just about magic anymore. It was a battle of charm, wit, and whoever could make the other falter first.

"Tell me, Lyney," the magician said, circling him slowly, their fingertips brushing lightly across his shoulder, "Have you ever thought about a... collaboration? Imagine what we could do together. Fontaine wouldn’t know what hit them."

Lyney tilted his head, considering the offer. "It’s tempting, but I’m not one to share the spotlight so easily."

"Ah," the magician sighed dramatically, "Such a shame. You could learn a thing or two from me. Perhaps... over dinner?"

Lyney chuckled, his own charm never wavering. "Dinner? I hope that’s not one of your disappearing acts."

They grinned, stepping back and producing a single rose from thin air, twirling it between their fingers before offering it to him. "You’ll just have to take that chance."

Lyney accepted the rose, bringing it to his lips with a playful wink. "I never shy away from a challenge."

The magician’s eyes sparkled, a mutual understanding passing between them. This was far from over.

With a final bow, they stepped back into a cloud of shimmering smoke, their voice lingering in the air. "Until next time, Lyney."

As the smoke cleared, they were gone, leaving Lyney standing there with a rose in hand and a smile that hinted at something more than just professional interest.

Lynette reappeared, arms crossed as she regarded her brother with a raised eyebrow. "So, how did that go?"

Lyney twirled the rose between his fingers, his smile widening. "Oh, I think things are about to get very interesting, Lynette."

With a chuckle, he tucked the rose behind his ear, already looking forward to the next encounter with his mysterious, flirty rival.

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Masterlist

[wanderersbell]

If requests are still open, how about jealous wanderer? over something not that serious, and it gets him teased by the reader 🤔 or something like that. honestly though I would love anything youd make, you're amazing at writing soft fluff of him, so please take it less as a request and more an idea (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

when he gets jealous

wanderer x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: none

word count: 1335

a/n: I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS ONE he is so gjnsghjsk he deserves to be spoiled ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) tysm for the request, enjoy!

hoooo boy, this guy will get jealous over literally anything sometimes. 

he can’t help it, he feels insecure when your attention is on someone else. the voice in the back of his mind immediately starts telling him that you’ll forget about him in favor of whoever you’re interacting with now. 

the rational part of him knows it’s not true. he knows you shouldn’t be put in a position where you can’t even talk to other people without him getting upset, that it isn’t fair to you, so he doesn’t his best to keep it to himself. 

he knows he’s unreasonable about it most of the time and keeps his mouth shut and just huffs for a bit until you come back to him, but you can always tell he’s jealous anyways. 

will sometimes even get jealous over animals or inanimate objects. he has hidden things from you on multiple occasions just because you would become so distracted by it that you wouldn’t hear what he said and it bothered him. 

poor baby wants attention so bad, but cannot for the life of him ask for it normally. pls help him. 

“awwww,” you coo quietly from where you’re crouched in the grass a few feet away. a small orange cat lays at your feet, rolling around happily and eating up the belly scratches you’re giving it. if the cat could smile he’s sure it would be, if the blissful squint of its eyes wasn’t telling enough. 

this cat comes around quite often - it’s a stray from somewhere in sumeru city, but ventures off to vimara village on occasion and waits at the docks for the locals to give it fish. it’s spoiled and mischievous and often greets the two of you by swatting at the tassels on the wanderer’s hat, knocking them around like toys and nearly tugging it off in the process. 

you are undeniably fond of this despicable creature and always stop to shower it with pets and talk to it like it’s a human baby. the cat doesn’t understand a word coming out of your mouth, but soaks it up your attention nonetheless. 

the wanderer watches with a growing frown as you pick the orange tabby up from the ground and into your arms, adjusting it so that it won’t slip before burying your face into its fur and rocking back and forth slowly. the cat is absolutely loving all of this, purring at a clearly audible volume and letting itself be held tightly by you. 

he clicks his tongue and turns away from you at the sight, refusing to watch the ridiculous show. he’s standing right here, yet he may as well not even exist with how absorbed you are with the pathetic creature in your arms. what can that animal possibly give you in return that makes any of this worth your time?

he can hear the way you’re leaving small kisses all over its head and grits his teeth against the pit swirling in his stomach. how ridiculous.

when you eventually put the cat down and move to stand in front of him, he refuses to meet your eye, pretending to be fixated on the kids that are chasing each other through the village nearby. 

“you ready to go?” you ask him casually while adjusting the bag of supplies on your back. “we should get back before it gets dark.”

“sure.” the wanderer responds dryly, already walking forward so that you have to skip to catch up with him. 

you don’t say anything about his pouting until you’re a good distance away from the village, and he presses his lips together tightly the second you turn your body towards him and tilt your head forward to get a better look at his face while you walk. 

“please don’t tell me you’re jealous of that cat.” you get straight to the point and the wanderer almost trips over his own feet as soon as the words leave your mouth. 

“of course i’m not,” he snaps, arms crossed over his chest. “what do i have to be jealous about?” he can see the teasing smile you give him out of the corner of his eyes and it only makes him frown harder. 

“whatever you say,” you clearly don’t believe him and your tone makes it very obvious that this won’t be the end of your teasing, but you leave him alone the rest of the walk back to your place. the sun hangs high as the afternoon approaches, partially hidden by the clouds passing underneath and warms and cools his skin every time the light shines through just to be covered up again. 

when you swing open the door step inside, the wanderer makes a beeline goes to sit down at the small table in the kitchen while you drop your bag on the counter and start sorting through the things you returned with.  you hum quietly to yourself as you do, and after watching you for a few minutes, his eyes slip shut in the comfortable silence as he rests his cheek against his hand. 

the sound of your footsteps approaching is the only warning he gets before the next thing he knows, he feels your warm hands cradle his face while you pull his head into your chest and wrap your arms around his shoulders so that he can’t move. he tenses up immediately, his eyes flying open and his hands bracing against the edge of the table like he’s about to pull away and get to his feet, but he stays put. 

he could easily detangle himself from your embrace, but he remains frozen to the spot even as alarms start blaring in his head. 

“is this okay?” you ask softly from above him. he can hear the way your voice resonates through your chest and unconsciously relaxes a bit in your arms, your heartbeat a comforting rhythm against his ear. 

not trusting his voice, he nods and your fingers start slowly combing through his bangs. you start to pull away after a few moments and he begins to panic, almost grabs onto your shirt to keep you in place, but pauses when you crouch down so that your face is level with his. he isn’t expecting the soft press if your lips against his forehead and feels blood rush to his face at the action, half of him internally begging you to do it again while the other half urges him to flinch away. 

you move down a bit to press another against his left cheek, then his right, then on the tip of his nose, and everywhere else on his face except for his lips. the peppering of kisses are so warm and gentle that all he can do is melt into the touch, hands coming up to grab your arms to hold himself steady as your lips delicately brush over his closed eyelids. 

when you pull away to look at him he’s pouting again, and you can’t help but poke fun, just a bit. 

“are you satisfied now?” his cheeks burn brighter at the question but he refuses to answer and frowns, instead opting to snake a hand behind your head and pull you in until your lips finally meet his. 

the kiss is soft and sweet but slightly desperate at the same time, like the wanderer wants to devour you through it, like he can’t get enough. the way you card your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck sends a shiver through his body and he pulls you impossibly closer at the action, lips trembling slightly against yours. 

when you pull away with one last chaste kiss and ruffle his hair affectionately before going back to the supplies on the counter, the wanderer can’t help but feel a bit proud of himself. all of this, just because he acted envious over a cat. 

he’ll always find a way to get your attention one way or another. 

[ransprang]

Hello! Can I ask for an Edward Elric x FMAB uniform kink? Thanks so much!

Kinktober 2023

Edward Elric - Uniform Kink

“Why did we decide to help the Colonel with cleaning up his storage again?’ Ed complained loudly, as he lifted a box of old memorabilia from the dusty attic floor.

“It’s the least we could do for our ex-fuhrer.” you admonished. “You don’t want him to throw his back out, fumbling with the boxes here, do you?”

Ed grumbled some more, but continued to clear away the space. 

You knelt to pick up the box labelled ‘To throw’. The lid was slightly open and you peered in to find the old Amestris uniform. You pulled out the shirt and exclaimed, “Mein Gott, was ist das?” 

Ed looked over at you and grimaced, “That’s just the old man’s stinky uniform. Throw it out,” he replied before going back to packing.

Devious thoughts went through your brain, and you secretly shoved it into your bag when he wasn’t looking.

Later that evening, when the two of you had returned home, Ed was lounging on the sofa and you were feeling bored. You got up to get ready for bed. 

As you stood in front of the bedroom mirror, you couldn't help but glance at the uniform you had swiped from the attic. It hung there innocently, the military insignia catching the dim light of the room. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips as she contemplated her next move.

With a mixture of curiosity and excitement, you decided to try the uniform on just for fun. After all, how often did one get the chance to dress up like a high-ranking military officer? You carefully slipped out of her own clothes and into the uniform, buttoning it up and adjusting it as best as you could. It was a bit baggy on you, but it felt surprisingly comfortable.

You admired herself in the mirror, striking a few poses and imagining what it must have been like to be part of the military. You couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence and power as you looked at your reflection.

Just as you were about to take off the uniform and put on your pajamas, the bedroom door swung open, and in walked Ed, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the sight of you in the uniform.

For a split second, something strange happened in Ed's mind. He thought he saw Roy Mustang, his old military officer, standing before him. His sleep-addled brain couldn't process it properly, and he blinked in disbelief. Then, reality crashed back in, and he realized that it was you dressed in the uniform.

Ed's expression quickly shifted from surprise to a mixture of confusion and mild disgust. "What the hell are you doing, Y/n?" he asked, his voice tinged with annoyance.

You, not one to back down, decided to take advantage of the situation. You approached Ed with a playful grin and a seductive tone in her voice. "Well, Ed," you purred, "I thought it might be fun to play dress-up tonight. Don't you find a woman in uniform... appealing?"

Ed's cheeks flushed bright red, and he stammered, "Y/n, this is ridiculous. Take that off right now!"

But you were undeterred. You stepped closer, running a finger along the collar of the uniform. "Come on, Ed," you whispered, "I've always had this fantasy of being with a man in uniform. Please, just this once?"

Ed's resistance wavered as he looked into your pleading eyes. He grumbled under his breath, "You're crazy, you know that?" But against his better judgment, he found himself reluctantly agreeing. "Fine, but just for a moment, okay?"

You practically squealed with delight as she helped Ed into the baggy uniform. It was a comical sight, given that Ed was significantly shorter than the original owner of the uniform. You both burst into laughter as they struggled to get it to fit him properly.

You grinned, feeling victorious. "I knew you'd come around, Colonel Ed." You playfully saluted him.

Stepping closer to you he holds your chin with one hand, "I still think you have been a naughty girl though Liebe. His eyes drop to your lips as he closes his eyes and leans in. You close the gap and your lips meet. His hand goes to your waist pulling you in closer. Your hands lie on his uniform garbed chest feeling the old cotton fabric and the muscles underneath them.

As your tongues fight for dominance one of his clothed hands venture down to your panties. Pulling them to the side he swipes your pussy with a finger, "Wow already wet? Didn't know you liked men in uniforms that badly love." He pushes you onto the bed, "My obedient girl is going to let me do whatever I want to her right." He says more so as a statement than as a question. You've never seen this dominant side of Ed. Your lips stay shut with only moans escaping and your legs pressing together to feel some relief from the aching.

"Tsk tsk", Edward now on top of you pulls your legs apart, "I'm the one in charge. Don't do things unless I tell you to. Got it?" You nod meekly making Ed laugh a bit. Just a few moments ago you were so sensual and seductive, now the uniform has turned you into such a shy little thing for him to ravage.

While maintaining eye contact with you, he brings up one of his hands and takes off his glove in a mostly smooth fashion. He inserts a finger into your eager hole and pumps it in and out. The other hand works its way under your shirt to massage your breasts. Seeing how easily he fit a finger in, he added 2 more stretching you out a bit and making you moan. He goes faster and faster.

As your moans fill the room he starts groaning as well. "Good girl. Taking my fingers so well. I didn't know you were so easy baby. Bit of a slut for a man who can do anything to you hmmm". He felt your pussy pulse from his dirty words.

The hand on your breast soon moved to his belt, unbuckling it and he quickly let his cock come out. Fully erect, it stood there waiting to enter you. Ed sees you practically salivating for it, "Not just yet. I want you to cum on my fingers. Can you do that for me?"

"Y-yes Colonel" you squeak out. The knot builds as Ed fingers you and the other hand plays with your clit. And soon enough you cum feeling a wave of pleasure. You pant and groan coming down from your high.

"Now now soldier, we aren't done yet tonight."

Your colonel,

admins sar & san

[maverickbabes]

Photograph

Photograph

Maverick x female!reader

Warnings: Sir kink, smut 18+, slight swearing, age gap (33 years), foreplay, edging, a little bit of BDSM, lots of smut,

Summary: Maverick has an idea on taking photos of you however he wants to. He brings up the idea one night while you guys are having a little movie night.

Maverick had his arm wrapped around you, holding you to his side as his hand rested on your butt while you guys watched Grown Ups. He stopped paying attention to the movie about 15 to 20 minutes in the movie. His mind was somewhere else, somewhere risque and somewhere that held some of his fantasies.

One was polaroids. He wanted to take pictures of you in all different ways and positions.

He wanted to tied you up and have you spread open just for him

He wanted you in your lingerie with your hands cuffed behind you.

Hell, He wanted pictures of him inside you. The face you make when he bottoms out and you feel him in your stomach.

He wanted to have a picture album of risque pictures of him and you. He just wanted you. badly.

Maverick let out a quiet groan as he felt himself get hard just from his thoughts. He adjusted himself on the couch and tried to make it not noticeable while he tried to focus on the movie. You moved around trying to find a more comfy spot, rubbing your butt on his thigh.

"Fuck.." He moaned quietly as he closed his eyes. You glanced at him and smirked to yourself. You gently climbed onto his lap which made his eyes shot wide open. "Hi.. Sir" You purred seductively in his ear as you gently grind your hips, feeling his member against your center.

"Y/n." He said with a warning tone as he gripped your hips, moving them in a rhythm. You leaned close to his face, your lips inches apart from each other as he lets out a breath. "What's wrong Sir, can't handle me? Can't handle this? You taunted as you pressed yourself down on his lap where he could feel you.

One of his hands reached up and grabbed your neck as he forced you to look at him and kissed you passionately. "Bedroom. Now." He demanded as he slapped your ass while you got up and ran towards the bedroom.

God you love it when he gets rough and feisty, It's hot.

You heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and making their way to the bedroom door. He shuts the door behind him before going to the end of the bed, looking you up and down. "I have an idea I want to try princess, Do you trust me?" He asks you, leaning down to where he was eye level to you.

Nodding, you attempted to give him a kiss but he moved away and held your chin with his hand. "I need to hear you say it kitten, you know the rules y/n" He says as he looks you in the eyes. "Yes Maverick, I trust you" You assured him before straightening up to kiss him.

"Good girl" He praises before kissing you gently on the forehead. He walks over to the drawer and grabs a few items before setting them on the bed and going over to his nightstand to pull out a Polaroid camera and a Canon camera.

"Cameras?" You blurted out as you heard him chuckled before feeling the bed shift from his weight. "I have an idea. I want to take pictures of you." He tells you as he rubs his hands up and down your arms. "I want pictures of you. Pictures only I can see baby girl" He whispers in your ear as it sends shivers down your spine.

"Shall we begin princess?" He asks you and you let out a soft 'yes' as he took off your sweats and just left you in your panties and his shirt. A wave of confidence rushed through you as you posed for the camera doing pouty looks, sexy looks, sensual looks, etc.

"So beautiful baby, so beautiful" He praises as he looks through the camera lens. You grabbed a pair of handcuffs and looked at the camera. "Come and get me sir" You purred seductively as he sets down the camera before climbing onto the bed next to you, kissing you feverishly in the process.

"Hmm look at you kitten, all soaked for Sir and I barely touched you" He says running his hand along the side of your now bare body. You closed your eyes as you felt his thumb playing with your clit while two fingers entered inside you. "Mmm sir" You moaned as he entered another finger and doing the "come here" motion, hitting your g-spot.

The tight feeling in your stomach began to form as you felt your orgasm slowly approaching. "Aw does my baby want to cum?" He taunts as he moves his fingers slowly inside you, making sure you feel them. Nodding you bucked your hips against his palm but right when you were about to release, he slipped them out and licked your juices.

"Damn princess, you taste so sweet" He moans as he kisses his way up your body. "Sir please I need-" You started to say but let out a loud moan as you felt him push his dick inside you. "FUCK" you moaned and arched your back in pleasure.

"God kitten you're so tight and needy for me. Such a good girl for Sir" He praises as he quickens his pace. You squeezed your walls around him as he picked up your leg and held it over his shoulder while the other one was wrapped snug around his waist.

The orgasm formed in your stomach once more and you whimpered while wrapping your fingers in his hair, tugging a little. He let out a groan as he speeds up. "Fuck baby I'm gonna cum. Cum with me" He pants and closed his eyes as he felt your walls squeeze around his size so good.

Both of you came at once and you felt dizzy from the edging and everything in general. Once you guys calm down from the high Maverick slowly slides out of you, causing you to hiss in pain as he slowly gets up and goes over to his dresser where the pictures and cameras were.

He smirked before picking them up and walking over to you as you snuggled up on him. "I like that one" You say as you point to the one where you were biting your bottom lip and teasingly lifting up your shirt, winking in the process.

"This one is definitely going in my wallet along with this one" He says smiling proudly. He holds the one where you're in black lingerie and your hands are cuffed behind, while you are blindfolded. You smacked his chest playfully "Pete! People could see that" You said trying to take the picture from him.

"Nuh uh it'll be in a place where only I can see it. No one else can see my gorgeous princess" He smirks before putting it in his nightstand drawer.

"If anyone sees it, you're dead" You said in a fake warning tone.

"Yea yea come here" He says grabbing you and tackling you into the bed.

[dollfxcx]

SUB PENNY.

sorry it took this long, was busy with work!! [btw this is still heat mkay? I love heat penny. beginning is slightly similar to the last fic I posted but not that much. and since it wasn't specified I gave him his tentacle back, ayup]

TW: NSFW, blood & blades (mentioned)

Word count: (1.9k+)

Pennywise whines to himself as he curls up in the corner of your room. He's built a sort of nest out of some of your old clothes and has been perched there for nearly three days now, purring and whimpering most of the time. He'd been away for a week, hunting and feeding the whole time, and then he came back to you, not seeming to even want to move a muscle. When you look up from the book you're reading, you notice how he's staring at you, blue eyes half hidden in his fluffy clown collar.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?" you ask, snapping your reading to a close, he grunts and curls up even more, turning his back to you.

"Come on, tell me. What is it?" Pennywise lets out another whimper.

"Heat." is the only word you hear him say before an evil blush spreads across your cheeks.

"You're– What???" you squeal in amazement, he glares at you over his shoulder before moving back into the nest to make room for you to lay down next to him. At his invitation, you snuggle against his chest, which rises and falls in emulation of a human breath he doesn't really need, and you stroke his hair, which makes his purring increase, after a few minutes of cuddling, Pennywise whines again.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" He shrugs and sighs.

"It will go away. It will all go away."

"What do you mean?" your fingers comb his ginger locks, he babbles to himself for a full minute before he decides to speak.

"The Hibernation." pronouncing those words seems to cost him an almost physical effort, as if his lips didn't want to open to let out those necessary words.

"And that would be..?" you know he doesn't like questions that are too pressing, but you try anyway.

"After a whole year of hunting, the Hibernation takes place. It's like a reset of your… computers. I won't remember almost anything as I’ll sleep for 27 years. And I'll start over." the explanation is terse, harsh, cruel, your back stiffens at the revelation.

"Will you forget that we..?" you ask, hoping for an answer that won't break your heart.

"Yes. I'll forget the whole experience and the things I've learned from you, the feelings I've had." he speaks slowly, the clown facade long abandoned.

"Well, what about me? Are you just gonna leave me behind and expect me to pretend like nothing happened?" it hurts to ask, you feel his arms wrap around your waist, making him groan at the contact.

"Not if you agree to be my mate." Your heart is pounding at the revelation and you know he can feel it, but still he seems utterly helpless, almost tired.

"I thought I already was." you state, earning yourself an almost amazed look, veiled in disbelief at your own stupidity and ignorance.

"Oh, did you mean like... mating? Like, having babies?" Pennywise sighs, exasperated, his blue eyes meet yours and you feel yourself drowning in them.

"Being us of different species, even if we wanted to, it's not possible to reproduce."

"Why not?"

"It's just not." You lower your head and nod, you don't know why, your fingers gently caress his forearms, eliciting a satisfied moan from him.

"Then what am I supposed to do to show you I… want to? That I agree?" for an instant you seem to see disbelief in his gaze, as if he can't believe the fact that you're willing to do this, to really belong to him.

"After the mating process, there is a ritual to be performed. Blood exchange, which from two floods becomes one. And like the latter, we will be one. That implies you adjusting to my timetables as I can’t change my nature. But I can change yours." his tone would be solemn were it not interrupted by whines and, you could swear, expectant sighs.

"You could have just asked right away." you smile at him, running a finger along his cheekbone so slowly that he trembles under your touch.

"Get on the bed, honey." you suggest, which makes a sigh escape his lips, but he does as you ask, with every step, with every part of his body that comes into contact with something else, he almost moans. He slowly lays down on the mattress, on his back, looking for you with his eyes as if he were lost. You hoist yourself on him with calculated, almost malevolent slowness, eliciting a strangled moan from him. Your hands trail across his chest, caressing him gently, you feel his skin stretch under your fingertips, the power you now have over him, as he's completely at your mercy, is intoxicating. You smile to yourself and place your lips on his quickly, action he doesn't appreciate as, with that abruptly broken contact, he gives you a look between annoyed and exasperated.

"Now you have to be good for me, otherwise I won't be able to help you. Do you think you can?" you ask, your hands slide towards his neck to undo the collar of his costume, he growls softly at the request. You know it's not in his comfort zone not to be in charge, but you also know very well that he needs this, needs what you're about to do. Unfastened the collar, you go on to unbutton the costume, which slips off him with a pleasant rustle, revealing a slender and very, very pale body, white like his face yet reddened on his chest by the overwhelming expectation that boils underneath it.

"Pretty." you murmur, your fingers running down his torso, causing him to tremble and shiver. You lean forward slightly to press your lips on his cold skin, starting from his neck and slowly descending to his navel, occasionally sucking on it to make him choke on a longing sigh.

“Y/n…” he grumbles, eyes narrowed, fists along his sides in a vain attempt not to lose his mind.

"Yes, sweetie?" He doesn't answer you, he just keeps repeating your name, only stopping to complain. You step off his lap to make it easier for you to slip off his pants, you're surprised he hasn't yet made them disappear into thin air like he usually does, but apparently he's too caught up in his longing-filled oblivion to remember. When you succeed in the action (not easily, given the obscene length of his legs), he's already hard. You expected his cock to be like last time, tentacle-like, yet now it's almost normal, pale exactly like the rest of his body except for the blush pink tip, he's twitching pleasantly, which makes you throb just at the sight. Snapping back to reality, you wrap your hands around his thighs, harder than you should, perhaps, causing him to whine loudly, and push them towards his chest, his arms moving below his knees to hold them in an almost fetal position. With his legs no longer hindering your movements, you lean forward and wrap your fingers around his cock, hearing him inhale sharply.

"You're being really good, have a little more patience, mh?" your lips settle on his swollen tip, hurriedly kissing it, and then you start caressing his cock with your finger tip, slowly moving it up and down along its entire length, his hips thrusting down in the hope and need of more contact. At his action, your hand tightens firmly around his base in warning, Pennywise whimpers softly as he tries to thrust into your hand.

"I know, I know, it must be really hard, right? Can you tell me how much you want me to help you? How much you want me?" you get on your knees and lean towards his body, which is already shaking uncontrollably.

"Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." he says, again and again, over and over, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"Tell me, Penny. Use that pretty mouth of yours for me." Pennywise rolls his hips in exasperation, you see how his teeth are getting sharper, how drool is dripping eagerly from his lower lip and, if you didn't have a strong will, you'd be willing to give him his way. But you won't, it's your chance to make him pay at least a little.

"Please. Please." he mumbles after a few minutes, you know it cost him to say it, but you appreciate the effort and right now you just want to please him. Still holding yourself on your knees, you begin to sink on his cock, your thighs rubbing against the back of his on the way down, your hands tightening around his legs to keep them in place, pressed tightly against his chest. It really looks like you're about to fuck him, as if you have your own cock well sunk into him, spreading him and opening him wide. What is actually happening is far from it, but you like to imagine it, how he would wrap around you as you pound into him. You hear him moan and burble in a language you don't know, his legs are visibly shaking, his cock inside you twitches pleasantly. Pennywise gasps as you begin to rock your hips back and forth, just as if you're thrusting into him, your clit rubbing perfectly against his crotch, eliciting a moan from you, your nails digging into the flesh of his spread thighs. His body is beautifully flushed, moist with sweat, the sighs coming out of his throat, so shameless, would be enough to make you cum immediately, but you force yourself to hold back, it's still a rare thing that Pennywise lets go this much and you have no intention of ending it prematurely. Your thighs slam against his, the noise it causes, like wet slaps, echoing around the room so loud it makes your ears ring. Pennywise sobs, eyes narrowed as he continues to curse in his native language, you comfort him, cooing, moving more slowly, letting your cunt tighten around his cock and stimulating him to a much needed orgasm.

"Come on, Penny. There's no reason to hold back." you reassure him, he spills his release soon after, filling you entirely, with so much unexpected force that you let go of his legs, which fall heavily to your sides, thus allowing him to thrust inside you a few more times, pumping his cum inside of you. His flushed cheeks and tousled hair is a sight you never expected to see, but you don't get too lost in the view as Pennywise grabs you by the wrist, pulling you back into his lap. He materializes a small blade out of thin air and points it at your left hand.

"Open." he intimates you, his voice is hoarse from crying out and screaming. You do as he tells you and he sinks the blade into your flesh, thick drops of blood flow from your fresh wound. With the same weapon, he does the same with his hand, his blood flies, floats, in the air in reddish droplets. After that, he takes your injured hand, pressing his torn palm against yours, muttering words you can't understand.

"My blood is your blood and now we are one." he then tells you, probably translating previous invocations of his, and you repeat word for word, causing his purring to resume merrily. You look at him and he looks at you for a seemingly interminable moment, the silence broken by Pennywise as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face.

"Thank you." it's the only thing he says, it's the first time his lips have uttered those words. He kisses your forehead affectionately, silently, his purr makes you feel drunk. It's only when your eyelids start to close, your cheek pressed against his chest as you lay on top of him in your bed, that you hear him speak.

"You are mine now." You sigh peacefully.

"I always have been."

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[I'm going on holiday and I'll be back by the middle of august, not ignoring your requests, if you sent any, just a bit of patience!!]

[sassykattery]

No Rest for the Wicked, Pt. 1

Welcome back, everyone! I appreciate your patience in me going on this hiatus. I have begun the process of finishing the finale of this series, and it's time we take the construction cones off the road and go! The rest of Season 3 here we come!

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly.

Themes: Romance. Adventure. Engagement.

Characters: MC. Diavolo. Lucifer. Barbatos. OC: Vox.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy!

"MC, are you ready?" Lucifer called out to you.

"Coming!" You called back out from your ensuite bathroom in the castle. After one last adjustment of your blazer, you took one more look before heading off to the foyer.

It had been several months since you regained your memory.

"Ah, there you are–" Lucifer said, adjusting his cuffs, and then looking up at you to pause. You were wearing a navy-blue power suit with diamond lined pinstripes, but without an undershirt, your cleavage was on display. Your diamond stilettos clicked across the floors, and you were in your demon form. He was wearing an all-black number, from the tie, shirt, to the entire suit.

"My, oh my, MC," Lucifer purred, opening his arms open to you. You gladly accepted the embrace. "I think I discovered a new kink just now," he murmured into your hair. You chuckled in response and pulled away.

"I take it you like it then. I thought for the interview, I should wear something different," you replied sweetly.

"What's different?" Diavolo asked, rounding the corner and stopping short, not bothering to hide where his gaze landed – on your chest.

"My eyes are up here," you commanded, taking your index and middle finger to guide his eyes back up to your face.

"That is different," Diavolo said, approaching you. He was in a white suit with a burgundy undershirt and black tie. Then he smiled, looking you over in your entirety, "I think I rather like it," he stated.

"We should head to the studio, we'll be starting soon," Lucifer said, checking the time.

-

"We'll be live in three... two... one... go."

"Hello! And we're live at Studio 666, with an exclusive interview with our soon-to-be Demon Queen, MC, the Avatar of Vainglory!"

You walked out onto the stage, waving at everyone, smiling as you took your seat next to the show host, Vox. Vox was a male pride demon, known for his interviews with the Devildom's elite, including the brothers, royals, and other aristocrats. He was tall as far as demons went, handsome, and quite the smooth talker. His lavender hair accentuated his grey eyes, and he smiled at you broadly. His hair and eye color stood out against his tawny skin. With a jaw so sharp it could cut and a nose broad and tall, he easily passed for godhood in appearance. This interview was televised live to all three realms as your wedding dates drew closer, as did your eventual coronation date with Diavolo.

"Welcome MC! We are so happy to have you join us today," Vox said. "This is your first ever interview, is that correct?"

"Ah, well, one time I was interviewed for the RAD Newspaper, but I've actually never been on television before. I'm rather excited," you replied smoothly.

"How thrilling! So, if you don't mind, we have some questions that has everyone buzzing to know the answers to, and we'd be most appreciative if you answered a few," Vox said warmly.

"Of course, I would love to answer them! Let's start," you replied.

"Excellent. Our first question is, how did you and Lord Diavolo become an item? Was it love at first sight? How did you win his heart?" Vox asked, reading his cue card and then looking up at you.

"Oh, well, I like to think I won him over by being one of the few people to beat him at chess," you answered with a playful smirk, and the audience laughed. "I'm kidding, but no, we actually became good friends first, and we shared a love for chess, so we often play together."

"That is simply adorable!" Vox beamed.

Diavolo and Lucifer watched you from one of the backrooms that were private for exclusive guests.

"Wait, she actually beat you?" Lucifer smirked, taking a sip of Demonus.

"The one time I didn't let her win, but she did anyway, and it went to her head," Diavolo mumbled, watching the screen.

"Moving on. Our next question, it seems you have not only captured the heart of our Demon Lord, but a certain Avatar of Pride. Many of us thought Lucifer was untouchable, but you seemed to have won him over as well, can you tell us about that?"

You smiled sweetly. "Well, I'll tell you, it wasn't easy, however, we have a lot in common, so we have a deep mutual respect and understanding of one another. But I like to think what won him over was my dedication to RAD, the exchange program, and our family," you stated.

"As a pride demon myself, I can completely see why he would be so smitten with you then! Imagine having someone such as yourself at your side, of course you couldn't help but fall in love!" Vox exclaimed, laying thick on the charm.

"Tch..." Lucifer bristled at how chummy the host was being to you. It was Diavolo's turn to smirk then.

"Alright, one more question from our audience and then I have some of my own. How has your life changed since becoming involved with Lord Diavolo and Lucifer Morningstar?"

"Ah, well, it has in many ways," you started to say. "I knew that becoming involved with Diavolo would bring the public eye onto me, though I had a little bit of that being in the exchange program anyway, but I didn't realize that so many people would be interested in my life, as a human or a demon. When it came to Lucifer, I was often met with the glares of the lower demons who were rather fond of him," you said with a mischievous glimmer in your eyes. "Those are the more interesting aspects that I'm sure the fans want to know about. Of course, there are the less interesting things like learning to become a royal, balancing everyone's schedules, things like that."

"Very good, thank you, I think our fans will appreciate your thorough answer. Now, I have a question of my own. You brought up family earlier when speaking about Lucifer Morningstar's brothers, but I want to know, should we expect any little royals of your own in the future?"

"No no no no no no," Lucifer groaned. Diavolo set his drink down and immediately stormed out of the room and found the producer as he stood next to the cameraman at the back of the studio audience filming the interview.

"You cut that this instant or I'll have every single one of you fired," Diavolo murmured in the producer's ear, but you looked out into the audience and smiled, and by the time Lucifer caught up to the prince, you started to speak.

"That is an interesting question. I guess you'll just have to wait and find out like everyone else," you said with a lower tone, but your face never faltered.

Vox immediately caught on to your slight displeasure, and when he looked over to his producer, he saw the very angry glares of Diavolo and Lucifer.

"We'll see indeed! Thank you. Moving on..."

The rest of the interview went swimmingly, talking about the weddings and coronation, it seemed everyone was very excited and ready for the changes coming to the Devildom with your influence, and by the time it was over, several hours had gone by. The director came by and informed you it was one of their highest rated viewings and highest positivity rating. You nodded and sat back in your chair in your room at the studio, getting your hair and makeup touched up for you to go to your photoshoot with Devil Style.

"Hello darling," Diavolo said, appearing in the mirror behind you. The makeup stylist took their leave, and it was just you two.

"My love," you replied with a small smile. He rested his hands on your shoulders.

"You did very well, I'm proud of you," he stated. You looked at him through the mirror.

"I learned from the best," you replied quietly.

"I'm sorry about Vox... I was very displeased with that segment and told the producer-"

"It's fine, Diavolo. I have to learn how to navigate those sorts of things," you interrupted. Diavolo relaxed a little, smiling at your diplomacy.

"Indeed," he replied, leaning down to kiss the top of your head between your horns.

"MC, Lord Diavolo, it's time for the shoot," an assistant came by and informed you both. You nodded and thanked them.

"You alright, princess?" Diavolo asked quietly.

"I'm fine. Just not used to this level of stardom," you replied. He could tell you were telling the truth, but he couldn't help but feel like there was more.

-

"Alright, MC, you're going to sit in this chair here," the photographer said, leading you to an armchair in the middle of the set, in front of a green screen. It was a high-back chair with a dark burgundy velvet button-tufted back with gold-finished wood, one obviously fit for royalty. They positioned you to sit fully straight up with one leg crossed, arms laid on the arms of the chair.

"And now you two..." the photographer mumbled, positioning Diavolo and Lucifer. Diavolo stood beside you, one arm leaned onto the back of the chair, and Lucifer stood on the other side, arms folded as he leaned against the chair as well.

"Perfect," the photographer said, stepping back. They instructed you all on the different faces and attitudes they wanted. This photo was going to be the cover of next month's magazine, while the next shots were for the printed interview pages with Vox. There were some with you and Diavolo, and then some with just you and Lucifer.

In the final set, it was just you, and one of your stylists came out with a box.

"They want you to wear this for the last set," he said. You nodded and he opened it, revealing a diamond tiara, and your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. You looked up at the assistant and shook your head.

"Surely, you're mistaken," you told him.

"I'm afraid not, princess. The magazine director and I want you to wear it," Diavolo said, walking up to you and your assistant with a broad smile. "It's not your official crown, it's one I had made specifically for this shoot," he informed you. A blush dusted your cheeks as you sat back and allowed your assistant to situate it on your head.

Everyone left you alone, and the photographer then came up to you. "Alright, MC, I want this last set to be all about you, so, tell, how should you pose for this one? I want it to scream your personality or anything special about you."

You thought for a moment, considering their request. After some thought, you whispered to the photographer some of the props you would need, and they instantly smiled, appreciating your vision. Lucifer and Diavolo were ushered out as they changed out the scene, and were only allowed back in when you told them to.

A black lounge chaise was set out, and you had black roses scattered around you, a black side table next to the arm of the chaise, decorated with pomegranates, gold chains, and jewels. As for you, you were stretched out in the chaise, your upper body slightly upright as you leaned against the arm of the chaise, the rest of your body laid out on its side in the rest of the chair. You unbuttoned your blazer, allowing more of your bare torso to show, and in your free hand, you held up a demon skull. Looking at the camera, you gave it a seductive smirk as your vanity shined through your eyes, your body radiating your sin with plumes of midnight blue vapors appeared behind you, still in your demon form of course.

Diavolo and Lucifer were allowed back in after a few of the photos were taken, and they both stopped short at the sight of you.

"I'm so making this into a painting," Diavolo murmured.

Lucifer smirked, but ultimately agreed with the prince's sentiment. Both of them had to go distract themselves as their arousals were getting the better of them.

"MC, you are absolutely stunning. You'll have to come model for us again," the magazine director said to you after the photographer was done.

"You're too kind, but I'd be happy to," you replied hotly.

-

After the shoot was over, you and your fiancés went out to Ristorante Six to celebrate your successful day. Diavolo arranged for the three of you to have a private room in the back, and you were finally able to relax after a few glasses of Demonus.

"Better?" Lucifer asked, noting your state.

"Indeed. Diavolo, I don't know how you do all that," you replied slowly.

The prince chuckled. "I grew up with it, princess. I'm used to it," he replied, smiling brightly. "But I am very proud of you. You were amazing the entire day."

"I know," you said a little arrogantly with a wink.

"The Avatar of Vainglory, in all her glory," Lucifer muttered. You turned to him.

"Jealous?" you asked.

"Not at all. You two can enjoy that to your heart's content," Lucifer replied smoothly.

"So, with the weddings in a couple months, do you think you've done everything you needed to prepare?" Diavolo asked you.

You finished a fourth glass of Demonus and started a fifth, "Yeah, I think I got everything down. I just hope it all goes okay," you said even slower. Immediately, you finished the glass and poured another. Lucifer and Diavolo shared a glance and focused back on you.

"Are you worried about something?" Lucifer probed.

"Yeah, I'm afraid something gonna go wrong," you replied, then finishing that glass and pouring your seventh. "Jus' like it 'lways does," you slurred.

"Why don't you slow down just a touch, dove," Lucifer said, sliding the bottle of Demonus away from you. You pouted and stared at the table ahead of you, the blue liquid in your drink mesmerizing you.

You buried your face in your hands, elbows on the table. "Jus' seems like ev'ry few months, somethin' comes up 'n I get into trouble," you groaned.

"Darling, you know those things aren't your fault, right?" Diavolo said, putting his hand on your shoulder. You hiccupped and nodded.

"But you can't deny it always causes a lot of trouble for ev'rybody," you said tearfully. Very suddenly, you slumped and leaned over on Lucifer's shoulder, drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Well, that went well," Lucifer deadpanned. Diavolo sighed and waved you and Lucifer off to take care of the bill. You didn't even make it to dinner, to their dismay. Lucifer put his arm underneath yours and helped you out of the booth to take you back to the castle. Diavolo caught up not too long after, picking you up and carrying you bridal style until you three reached the castle doors where Barbatos let you all in.

"Went that well, did it?" Barbatos said, deadpanning as well after looking you over. Diavolo continued to carry you to your suite while Lucifer stopped and looked at the butler.

"It seems someone can't handle their Demonus," he stated, slightly miffed.

Barbatos smirked. "She's young, it's not like she does it every weekend like you and the young master," the butler replied hotly. Lucifer bristled and rolled his eyes.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Diavolo laid you back on your bed, taking off your heels and undressing you. Once you were nude, he grabbed a nightshirt. As he tried to wrestle it onto you, you pawed at his face lightly, giggling quietly.

"Darling, it would be easier if you cooperated," he mumbled.

"Mm, but I want you~" you purred, dragging your hands down his chest, trying to fiddle with the buttons of his suit.

"Not tonight, you need to go to sleep," he replied softly. You then blinked a few times, tears shedding and rolling down your cheeks.

"MC..."

"I just want to make you and Luci proud, Dia," you said softly with a crack in your voice. You finally let him put your nightshirt on and then he scooted in close, cupping your face.

"My sweet, sweet princess, you make me proud every day. You demonstrate a strength that I would have never guessed you had, and I never seem to stop being impressed by you," he cooed. He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Will you stay? Can Luci stay?" you pleaded very sweetly.

"Anything you want, my love. Let me go get him and I'll go change. I'll be right back." You nodded and settled into bed.

By the time the two demons returned to your suite, you were out cold, snoring loudly in the middle of the bed in a starfish position. They thought it was adorable, and they managed to situate you so everyone could fit as you were sandwiched in-between the two.

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[hypnoneghoul]

Can we get a part two of make the multi ghoul cry 👁️👁️

Make the multi (and fire) ghoul cry 2k23

WC: 1435

Pairing: Swiss/Rain/Dewdrop

Tags: Vaginal sex, knotting, transmasc dewdrop, sex toys as punishment, wreck them mean rain pt. 2

Technically a part two to one of my last works "Make the multi ghoul cry 2k23" a.k.a what will happen if Swiss and Dew fuck without Rain's permission while he's asleep.

Notes: Now with part three.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

“Swiss.”

“Swisssssssss.”

“SWISS!”

“W- what, for fucks sake, Dew, everything alright?” the multi ghoul finally jolted upright. He whined as he realised that Dewdrop woke him up after he actually managed to fall asleep, not being able to for hours because of the situation Rain left him in.

“He's asleep,” the fire ghoul stated, tilting his head in Rain’s general direction.

“Yeah, I was too,” Swiss yawned, “why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? Your knot!?” Dewdrop whisper shouted, apparently frustrated with his mate’s obliviousness.

“You’re telling me that like it’s not my cock,” the multi ghoul whined, rubbing his eyes. “I’m fucking tired and horny, can you please be straightoforward?”

“I fucking can’t-,” he sighed. “Rain is asleep. You have a problem. I’m empty. You get it?”

“Oh… OH,” Swiss blushed as he finally got what Dewdrop meant. “He’ll kill us, you know that.”

“Only if he wakes up,” the fire ghoul shrugged. “Gotta make sure he doesn't.”

“He’ll put me into a cage with a plug up my ass for a month! I don’t know about you but even his ‘pretty boy’ won’t get alive out of that,” Swiss argued, teasing Dewdrop with words that, coming out of Rain’s mouth, always made him fold.

“So, you want to just get back to sleep with that,” Dewdrop pointed at the slightly tented blanket over Swiss’ lap, “and maybe be rewarded in the morning?”

“Rain will notice even if we don’t wake him, Dew…”

“Swisssssss,” the fire ghoul purred, crawling closer to the aforementioned, looking up at him through his eyelashes. “Let me take your knot, please.”

Ah, fuck.

There was no way Swiss would refuse after that, “You fucking menace, my old room, now.”

Dewdrop giggled, tumbling out of bed to slip through the door. Swiss followed, though more carefully, as his position carried more risk of waking Rain up. Just as he was out of their bedroom, he all but threw himself at the door to his old room, the one he abandoned when he and Dewdrop both moved into Rain’s. The bed was still made, it always was, specially with situations like that in mind.

When Swiss stumbled into it, hastily closing the door behind himself, Dewdrop was already half naked, currently in the process of getting rid of his boxers. Very wet boxers.

“Shit,” the multi ghoul panted, crawling up the bed, “Wanna eat you out but we don’t have time, fuck.”

“Tomorrow,” Dewdrop whined, pulling Swiss down for a kiss. “We really don’t have time so stick it in, come on.”

How could Swiss not follow that pretty instruction? He pulled his own boxers just enough for his painfully hard cock, with a small knot already, or rather still, there, to spring out. The multi ghoul grunted as he closed his fingers around it, guiding the sensitive head to rub against Dewdrop’s wet folds, making both of them shudder out a moan. 

The fire ghoul was plenty slick, perfect for Swiss to slide right in, up to the hilt. He gave both of them few seconds to adjust to the tightness before immediately setting a punishing pace, making Dewdrop’s eyes roll back into his head as he gripped the sheets with one hand, the other shoved into his mouth to muffle pathetic little sounds that were punched out of him with every thrust Swiss gave him. He could feel him in his fucking throat.

Swiss wasn’t much better, jaw clenched so tight he’d be worried about cracking his teeth if he’d be able to think about anything but the hot, wet pressure on his aching cock. He held Dewdrop’s narrow hips in bruising grip, pounding into him with no abandon. His knot grew with each trust, slamming into the fire ghoul’s cunt, ready to pop. Swiss wouldn’t do that, though, no matter how far gone he was, without his mate’s clear signal. He wasn’t the easiest to take.

“D- Dew, sweetheart, I-” he tried, interrupting himself with a moan, “I have to, p- please, can I?”

“F- fuck, yes, yes,” Dewdrop whined in response, squeezing his eyes shut. Well, with that Swiss wouldn’t argue.

He moved one of his hands over to the fire ghoul’s clit, softly pressing on it with his thumb, eliciting a gut wrenched squeal from his mate. He rubbed it in circles just as he slammed his knot in, blinding orgasm crashing into both of the ghouls. Swiss barely kept himself upright, chest heaving as if he just run a marathon, his clean hand wiping away a few tears that escaped Dewdrop’s squeezed eyes.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you?” Swiss asked, carefully lifting Dewdrop up to have him sit in his lap as he knelt.

“N- no, ‘m okay,” his mate mumbled, shoving his face into the bigger ghoul’s chest. “We’ve gotta get back.”

“Yeah, fuck,” the multi ghoul sighed as he kissed Dewdrop’s forehead softly. “I’ll lift us up and I’ll carry you, okay? We’ll stay like that in bed, and wash up in the morning, Rainy gets up the last, anyway.”

“Okay, yeah.”

That’s what they did, Swiss gently getting up on shaky legs as Dewdrop wrapped his limbs all around him, clinging to his mate like a koala. They pulled it off, they’ll be fine, Rain won’t know.

Trouble appeared as they stood before the door to their shared room again. Swiss tried to use his tail to open it, and he was about to succeed when-

“Hello,” Rain opened the door from the inside.

Fuck.

“Had fun?” he asked, and a chill went down both Swiss’ and Dewdrop’s spines.

“Rainy, it hurt him, he couldn’t sleep, he-” the fire ghoul whimpered, grateful for his slightly sideways position in Swiss’ arms, he didn’t have to look straight into Rain’s eyes like this.

“I left him like that for a reason,” the bassist interrupted. “He’d get a reward in the morning, you know I’m not that cruel. You would too, if you just kept your hands, or rather your cunt, to yourself.”

“Rain, come o-” Swiss began, and got cut off with Rain’s tail slapping his ass. Hard.

“Shut up,” he growled, moving from the door. “Get in and on the bed. I’m still tired, I want to sleep. I’ll deal with you both in the morning.”

As fast as he could, but still carefully enough to not jostle Dewdrop too much, Swiss obeyed, settling in their nest, the small ghoul curled up on top of him. Rain laid back down as far on the edge as he could, not even thinking of granting either one of his mates a sliver of touch. And they all fell asleep.

All three of them were late for breakfast, but no one worried, being very well aware of their doings the previous evening. It was Sunday, no chores or rehearsals for anyone, just evening Mass, so when the trio finally emerged from their bedroom, everyone was a witness of Swiss’ and Dewdrop’s obvious misery.

Rain walked in first, hands behind his back and a cruel smirk painted on his face. His mates padded after him, five feet away from each other, heads hung low and shoulders slumped. Neither of them said a word when Rain sat next to Mountain on the big couch, jumping right into his conversation with Cumulus, so very casual.

Swiss and Dewdrop sat on the other, smaller couch, leaving an amount of space to fit two Aethers in between them. They both curled into themselves, keeping quiet.

The conversations around the common room came to a halt as a tiny pained whimper broke its way out of Dewdrop’s mouth, all eyes turning to the couch in the corner.

“Tadpole…” Mountain spoke quietly, surveying the damage, “what did you do to them?”

“They fucked up, at night,” Rain shrugged. “Punishment was in order, so they got it.”

“Should I even ask what was said punishment?” Aether mumbled, looking over at the two wrecked ghouls with a bit of sympathy in his eyes.

“Oh, not ‘was’, it still ‘is’,” he smirked, digging in his pocket, as he pulled out two small remotes. “Just look.”

Everyone’s eyes did indeed fall onto Swiss and Dewdrop, and even not seeing Rain, they knew when he pressed down on these remotes. Dewdrop whined into his arm, whole body going taut, while Swiss shuddered, squeezing his eyes. Rain then turned the toys' intensities back down one step, returning to his conversation with remaining ghouls.

“Swiss got a cage and a vibrating plug,” the water ghoul explained, “and Dew has a pretty little pink vibe in. I locked them to their tails, too.”

[g0dspeeed]

WIP John Seed Day/Music Monday

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I just have John Seed on the brain today and decided to return to this WIP for a bit, which prompted me to then revisit a snippet from he and Cappie's dumpster fire of a relationship:

John almost yelled. Almost. Perched on his lips like a bird, ready for flight, was John's uncensored rage at what he awoke to in the early blue hours of the morning. The cotton of her t-shirt was damp with sweat and slot close to his chest. Her soft snores rumbled through her body, against his racing pulse. It soothed him like a balm and John was repulsed. They had a rule: No sleepovers. With, of course, the caveat of passing out or being too drunk to drive. But in the latter case, Cappie often preferred to stay awake or sober up in the living room and John very much enjoyed staying up with her until her thought process and words were less muddled. Not a drop of alcohol was shared between them the night before, however, nor any other substance. But there they were in his bed. Spooning. Before his anger could soar in the high ceilings of his bedroom, John observed their bodies with mirth in his sleepy eyes. Cappie was curled against his front and still dressed in her t-shirt and jeans beneath a thick blanket. Her ball cap sat on the wooden bedside table which allowed her thick, dark hair to fan out on his silk pillow and at the tip of his nose. It tickled with the heady aroma of her shampoo, something floral and with a hint of spice. And she drooled. Because of course she fucking would. That alone would be enough reason for John to admonish her and kick her out, but still, he paused.  John had tangled himself about her body like a weed. Every inch of him touched Cappie, from his bent knees behind hers,  his crotch hard against the plump flesh of her ass, to his chest. The arm under her head was numb while the other snaked over her ribs, his palm cupping her breast underneath her shirt. "You don't belong here," he purred into her hair, in a voice too soft to be a whisper.  Full lips ghosted her crown. "You don't belong anywhere. And look what you're doing to me. You're a cancer." His fingers stroked her skin. His hips adjusted and his arms held her close. "I need to cut you out, but I don't think I can anymore." A steady sigh, warm and soft, blew against the nape of her neck. His long lashes fluttered against his cheeks before John lulled back into a gentle slumber. And Cappie smirked in the dark.

Their pairing in a nutshell:

I can make you want me Think I already have We can make it happen Make it dark I want you to have me like I've never been had You get all my wild parts Ah, wild parts

Kiss me, you have blue eyes I have always loved a blue eyed boy A blue eyed boy You ask if I want to stay, oh I hate that sad face...

...and then she ghosted him for Eli Palmer.

♥️

[danbisroom]

Ep. 2 - Wolves and stormy seas

Hello everyone,

welcome if you’re new and welcome back if you’re not! This is another episode of Danbi’s Room, your weekly dose of safe space. Grab a cup of something warm to drink and get yourself cosy.

First of all, I hope you’re all doing well! Have you spent a nice week?

When answering this question, always remember that resting is important, too and that we can’t always give our 100%. And also that sometimes we get lost, be it physically or mentally. To focus again and get back on track we need to stop, to pause. That’s actually a very good thing to do and it is much more common and frequent than you would tend to suppose. If you try to think carefully about your everyday life you will notice we’re constantly reevaluating and adjusting. Of course that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t make plans at all or that commitment doesn’t matter: it’s just a way to underline that the improvisation and the score are equally important when dancing on this music that we call life. And this process is just another window on our multiple beautiful facets and on our constant state of change. We’re always changing. Now, we can either be victims of the inexorable transformations and variations or we can own them, welcome them and love them. I’d choose the second option, wouldn’t you? Yeah, I know, it is difficult. It’s quite scary most of time, especially in the beginning of the acceptance of this ever-flowing river into our existence. And trust me, the very second you believe the biggest waterfall has just passed there’s already another tortuous chasm awaiting you. With this I don’t mean to scare you, I really don’t. I’m talking about it because we don’t have to do it all alone by ourselves! We need to flow together and rest on each other’s shoulders together. We need to enjoy this stormy powerful sea together. Right?

I have to admit that even these thoughts…you know I didn’t do it all by myself. And that’s okay and totally normal. We are a result of everything and everyone that has crossed our path. You see? It’s all of us again, working together, living together. Breathing the same air and looking at the same sky. We must always remember to see through the eyes of love, to not let our hearts lock themselves in cages. You see, oftentimes pur past haunts us, and unluckily we can’t do much about it. Again, not alone. I know, frequently we feel like we can’t trust what’s around us and we also feel we can’t trust our ability to fly away if the branch on which we’re sitting breakes. Nevertheless, we can learn. Slowly but surely.

This is why I’ll tell you a story.

Once there was a little girl. She felt lonely and misunderstood by everybody. One day she meets a beautiful wolf. They become close, the little girl feels so relieved and understood and happy. But that wolf soon shows who he really is: a wounded energy-sucker who uses his open lesions of insecurity to project his pain onto others. He manipulates. He had built a cage around himself and he tries to build one around everybody else. The little girl suffers a lot for years, but then she finally manages to break completely free, with the help of her loved ones. She’s changed, she’s better, but now she’s afraid of wolves. It’s indeed a shame to feel so wary of these wonderful, majestic animals who populate the sumptuous mountains of her homeland. But what can she do? She waits. She goes on. One day she meets another wolf. She keeps her distance, even though he seems completely different from from the first one she had met before. He seems loving, warm. Honest. True. She still doesn’t give him much thought. Until one day, after many sleepless nights, he appears before her eyes. She suddenly feels warm and loved, she feels everything is okay and will be okay. She feels true love, as deep as the ocean, as vast as the universe. She feels the well known loyalty of the wolves. She feels a cosy big hug protecting her. She’s happy.

What does this mean? That a rotten apple can’t have the power of making you dislike apples.

It means that the world is still beautiful, that life is worth it, that love exists, despite all the ugly things. After all, they’re part of the game, too. Everything must be balanced, and nothing good comes without effort. But I can’t stress this enough, share. Share joy and share sorrow. We’re a tribe, we’re a pack. We’re love.

I’ll leave you with this thought. Let me know your opinion!

Have a beautiful week, big hug!

With love, yours,

Danbi

[invisibleraven]

22. A and B watch the winter constellations appear in the night sky for Rulie?

Reggie blinks his eyes awake, feeling groggy and cold, the reanimation process still thawing him out. His pod finally opens, but his legs are coltish, so he stumbles more than exits gracefully, but everyone in this chamber is in the same situation, so there's no embarrassment to be had.

He nods to those around them, letting his eyes adjust to the ship's fluorescent lighting, trying so hard to mimic sunlight but falling short. He didn't think he'd miss the sun this much honestly. But he knew what he was signing up for.

When the first transport vessels to start a new colony millions of light years away first started popping up, Reggie thought they were a hoax. But more and more people started going through the process to board these new arks. To escape their dying planet, and hopefully start off anew in a different galaxy.

Reggie had finally given in, putting his name down, never thinking he'd qualify. But he had no life here, no one to leave behind, so why not start a new adventure? He'd been accepted, gone through the training, and endured the uncomfortable cryosleep process. Now here he was, a lifetime away from everything comfortable and familiar.

"Reggie!"

Well, not everything.

He and Julie had met during the training process, becoming fast friends as they bonded over the terrible freeze dried food, the itchy uniforms, and the prospect of going to space. Most all her friends and family had gone through the process already, and she was excited to see them once more. Yet she still was running toward Reggie as the ship docked.

"We're here, can you believe it?" she asked.

"Not really, still feels like a dream," he chortled, glancing back at his pod, like he expected to see his body still there, still dreaming. "You off to find your family?'

"In a bit, we have to endure intake first," Julie replied with a groan and a roll of her eyes. "They're in Europa quadrant, so that's where I'm putting down as my homebase. What about you?"

Reggie shrugged. He didn't really know anyone else in the program, nor did he have someone special waiting for him in the colony. "Maybe I'll just leave it up to chance. See where I land."

"No way, you put down Europa too! You can meet my family, and then it'll be easier for us to hang out after we do our assigned labours," Julie insisted, linking arms with him. "Now, let's go try not to fall back to sleep during intake."

They did end up living in the same quadrant. Julie with her family, and Reggie in a nearby bachelor suite, but was told that should he find a lifemate, he would be assigned to reside in their domicile. That suited him fine, he had quite enough of living alone back on Earth, though he wasn't sure how dating worked out here in space.

He and Julie met up every evening before meal times, catching up on their days. Julie was working in the gardens, helping to grow Earthen foods so that the colony could be self sustaining. Reggie worked in the school, helping the younglings learn mathematics and writing.

"Are you busy tonight?" Julie asked one day.

"Am I ever?"

Julie scowled at him. "Well you seem to be bonding with the music teacher, Luke, and the dance teacher Alex, I figured maybe you three would have friendly plans."

"Luke's mate Bobby is ill, so he has to attend to him tonight. Alex has a date with Willie, the art teacher. I'm all yours," Reggie replied.

"I like the sound of that," Julie purred, making Reggie blush. Since they landed, Julie had been subtly flirting, but never took it further, so neither did Reggie. Maybe he should go about changing that, and agreed to meet Julie there in a few hours.

It never really got dark in the colony, there was always the hum of the artificial lights, even as they dimmed for evening time. Enough to see, so Reggie didn't trip as Julie pulled him towards the gardens that night. Past the blooming trees, laden with fruit, past the rows of sprouting carrots and onions.

They stopped at a little alcove, it was pitch black aside from a faint beam of light from the hallway they travelled down, and Julie pushed Reggie to sit. Then flicked a button, and the metal wall before them seemed to open, showing off the sprawling night sky before them. "Wow," Reggie said in a hushed whisper. "I've never seen so many stars."

"They're so different from the ones back home, but still beautiful," Julie said, leaning her head against his shoulder. "We'll just have to make up new constellations I suppose."

Reggie pointed to a cluster of stars to their right, "That one is Dahlia, after your favourite flower."

Julie grinned up at him and pointed to another, "That one is Solo, after your hero."

"He does deserve his own space in the heavens," Reggie admitted. They kept naming constellations, breathless with laughter as the reasoning grew sillier and sillier.

Julie giggled, then turned her face up towards his, a faint trace of heat radiating from her skin. Reggie gently tucked a curl behind her ear. "They're beautiful Julie, thank you for sharing them with me. But... you're still the brightest star in the whole galaxy."

Julie's only response was to pull him down for a kiss, sweet and glorious, and Reggie didn't care much for the view beside him after that, all he needed were the stars reflecting in Julie's eyes.

[oceanmusings]

♡ Shipuary 07 | Lori and Charlie ♡

Pairing | Lenore “Lori” Holt X Charlie Bradbury

Prompt | None

Note | is this hurt/comfort? idk, but enjoy.

CW | Wounds, pain, not any description on tending wound, fluffy ending

Lori hissed as she lays back on the bed of the motel, grimacing as the gash on her sides shot up pain throughout her body. She could hear Charlie rummaging around in her bags for the emergency aid kit and her anxiety talk but Lori couldn’t process it as her brain pounded against her skull. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” Charlie was suddenly next to her, hearing wrappers and other medical supplies fall near Lori, but she didn’t pay attention to it as she tried to remember to breath.

“It’s okay,” Lori breaths, hissing as Charlie lifts her shirt enough to reveal the cuts. “How is it, doc?” Charlie was quiet for longer than Lori would’ve liked and she lifted her head to look at the other woman, Charlie’s eyes wide as she stares at the ripped skin. “Charlie,” Her eyes snapped up to look into Lori’s hazel’s ones. “Please, focus. Do you know how to do this?”

“Oh, uh- yes.” Charlie stuttered.

“Good. Don’t worry how I will be, just worry about stopping the bleeding and stitching.” Lori softened her gaze as best she could and placed her hand on Charlie’s forearm. “You got this,”

Charlie nodded and couldn’t turn her gaze away from how intense Lori’s gaze was. “I got this.” She whispered and started tending the wounds.

Lori groans and cursed as Charlie worked, Lori could hear her apologizing at every groan of pain that slipped through Lori's lips, but after an agonizing amount of minutes. Charlie finished and wrapped a band-aid around Lori's waist. "See? Not so bad. You did good." Lori praised her in hope to make Charlie feel better, a tired smile on Lori's face as she looked up to Charlie. But instead a deep frown and a defeated look on her face, which didn't lift at Lori's words.

"Yeah, not bad. I didn't just almost kill my girlfriend." Charlie mutters. Lori frowns and adjusts herself slowly to sit up, hissing at the shot of pain that followed at the movement.

"Hey, look at me." Charlie didn't lift her gaze as she started cleaning up. "Look at me." Lori placed her hand on Charlie's forearm again and that lifted her gaze to look into Lori's. "This is part of the job, I have had so much worse, this is nothing and I'll survive."

Charlie breathed a laugh and shook her head. "I should've been-"

"Hey, we're not going to play that game." Lori interrupt sharply, Charlie eyes widen slightly at her tone. "Can we be glad we're alive and another fucker like that werewolf is gone? This is nothing I can't handle. Now I'm the one more injured, and you need to listen to my request and come cuddle with me."

Charlie seemed to not want to argue the point anymore and nodded, finishing up cleaning all the medical supplies, throwing away anything bloody and putting the rest away. She then helped Lori change out of her bloody clothing down to her underwear. Putting on a warm sweater Lori had packed and pajama bottoms.

While Charlie changed into her own comfy clothes, Lori took that time to find any wounds on Charlie. Running her hand along Charlie's soft skin, but only finding minor cuts and some major bruising. But otherwise both of them were okay.

Lori crawled into bed and when Charlie joined her, Lori immediately curled herself around her girlfriend. Burying her face into her chest. Charlie put on a movie she knew Lori enjoyed.

She looked down to her girlfriend and smiled as Lori eyes were drooping as she watched the screen, practically purring as Charlie runs her hand through her black hair. She pressed a kiss on her forehead, muttering against her skin. "Feel better?"

"Loads."

[whysocbd]

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