#you're too sweet to me gah-

[2aceofspades]

silliness aside, I hope u had a lovely and fun day as well Ace!!!

more work games and attack of the brain weasels have been making me a bit more tired lately, but seeing you pop up on my dash is always a treat! no trick! ;)

nothing but nice things and good days for my favorite goon, and anyone or anything that says differently will have to answer to me~

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It was a very happy halloween, my dear morse anon

No tricks indeed...

[finalgirllx]

fuzzy sweaters | jackson!ellie williams just a teensy fluffy thing for week 1 of spooktober. honestly, i'm in a sweet mood so i think i'll be pumping out more blurbs like this over the month.

no warnings | just give me all of the gf!ellie please and thanks

"ellie, come on," you coax through the bathroom door, your voice soft but persistent. "just show me."

on the other side, you hear her sigh. "are you sure this is my style?" ellie's voice is muffled, but still carries that familiar tone of doubt she only trusts you with. "it's kind of… old man, ish."

"oh yeah, that's perfect," you tease, knocking on the door a few times to signal you're getting antsy. "no, i know it'll look great. plus, it's getting colder, and i'm tired of watching you freeze your ass off while refusing to do anything about it."

"gah, fine," ellie mutters, dismissing your lecture with a part-anxious, part-aggravated huff. you can practically hear her roll her eyes, always with that damn attitude.

ellie tended to reach for clothes that made practical sense—though this wasn’t one of those times. her stubbornness shone through in her refusal to go pick out warmer clothes even as the october chill was creeping into jackson. she insisted she wasn’t 'cold yet' even though you had caught her teeth chattering more than once and how she didn't protest when you moved to hold her shivering hands. still, you didn’t want to push ellie too far, so you picked out something muted and relaxed, hoping it would keep her comfy and echo the warmth you felt toward her. it served as something that could wrap her up when your arms weren’t there to do it.

after a long pause, the bathroom door creaks open, and ellie steps out apprehensively. she's wearing the 'vintage' sweater you nabbed from a bartering exchange; the well-worn knit fits her oversized like a warm embrace--just as you had hoped. the sleeves hang well past her hands, and the brown and olive tones of the sweater are complemented by colorful stripes along the arms. it makes her green eyes stand out even more.

you immediately shift into full-on doting girlfriend mode, squealing and clasping your hands in admiration. ellie stands there awkwardly, never used to the attention. her cheeks flush pink as she fidgets with her fingers beneath the long sleeves.

"you're so dang cute!" you fawn, stepping closer to lightly tug at the sleeve’s fabric. "prettiest girl in the world."

ellie, naturally, protests for a few moments, but the fuzzball sweater and her soft spot for you disarm her, and she quickly crumbles under your affection. her mask fades into something sweet and vulnerable. "are you sure?"

"oh, i'm so sure," you grin affectionately, draping your arms on her shoulders. "my favorite old man—"

ellie's eyes narrow instantly, cutting you off with an 'oh no, you don't' expression. "i will rip this damn sweater in half, i swear to god—"

you lean in to interrupt her half-hearted threat right back with an apologetic kiss.

[nellielsss]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ'ꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ˳༄꠶

Summary: Your captain loves nothing more than spending the night with you in his bed! Although, he wishes that you weren't so hellbent on keeping this thing a secret... A drabble semi-inspired by Touch My Body by Mariah Carey only it's much more intimate and less playful. Author's note: the amount of brainrot I've been having over Yami omfg 😭 😭 I've been OBSESSED with Black Clover and it's possibly worse than JJK... speaking of, I know this doesn't include the JJK crowd, but a girl can still explore her interests!! This also might be very ooc for Yami but IDGAF this is my perception of him. IDGAF if this flops I JUST NEED HIM TO FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG!!!!! Pairing: Yami Sukehiro x fem!reader CW: gentle sex, pet names, praising

🪽 Nσɯ ρʅαყιɳɠ…

"Thwap. Thwap. Thwap."

╰┈➤ Those were the sounds that were echoing throughout the Captain's quarters, and there was no way one could mistake them for the sound of anything but Captain Yami's thick, monstrous cock thrusting in and out of you.

"Y-Yami~ Captain Yami~" you gasped, looking over your shoulder at the Captain of the Black Bulls as he fucked--no, made love to you. For a guy who weighed close to 230 pounds, he could be quite gentle with you in bed.

And he had to be, because there was no way that he could harm his pretty little Bull, not when he A. needed you to go out on a mission soon and B. desperately wanted your trust. The latter reason was his cover for going slow if asked about it, at least, because the real reason was much more embarrassing for the prideful captain to admit.

He was in love with you, of course! He's actually had a crush on you ever since he saw you, but he'd never admit to it; he had a reputation to uphold.

"There you go, you've got it, sweets," he said in that deliciously husky voice of his as he gripped your hips and moved you back and forth on his girth. "Fuck, I don't even know how I could repay you for this, pretty girl... letting some big, ugly brute like me have a sweet taste of your body," he murmured, leaning down and pressing sweet kisses to your neck. "Don't even know why you'd agree to see me in private and let me do you in like this, you're way too fucking amazing for me," he thought aloud with a dry chuckle. Even in the throes of passion, he still found a way to be self-deprecating.

"Y-You're not ugly, S-Suke- gah~!" you gasped, feeling him press the head of his cock against your sweet spot for a few moments.

"Whatever you say, princess," he chuckled, relishing the feel of your spongy spot against his tip. "Fuuuck, looks like I found your sweet spot, eh? I'll make sure to make it even sweeter," he added, pulling your hips closer and thrusting as deep as he possibly could.

You buried your face in the pillows that he'd bought for your comfort, much too embarrassed by the sounds you were making. "I don't want my captain losing any sleep when there's missions to be completed," was what you told him when you were at the market.

So sweet to him, was what he first thought. Even when you were practically insulting him with your "compliments," he could still see right through the prickliness and find the gooey inside of your words. He'd never had anyone care for him like this--not since the Wizard King was his captain, and that was because the King had a weird obsession with his dark magic. Sure, you were bound by the respect expected of a captain's subordinate, but you took it a step further and personally cared for him.

He knew it from the moment you joined the Black Bulls and showed what you were made of that he'd somehow get you in his arms & his bed, and when that day came, it was the happiest day of his life, because now he could make sweet, sweet love to you every single night. Even when you complained and made a fuss about it, he could just throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his bedroom.

His sheer strength came in handy, because now he was giving you deep, steady strokes, his thick, tanned cock rubbing against your walls deliciously, making you feel things you didn't think were humanly possible

For such a brute, he could be so sweet, but that was because he wanted to repay you for your sweetness.

"Hey, pretty, don't hide your face from me," he crooned, gently grabbing your chin mid-stroke and making you look at him. He smiled fondly when he caught the unabashed love and lust in your eye, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I wanna see my pretty when I make her eyes roll back in her head."

There was it, that cocky streak that he had.

His cockiness could be justified, though; with the sounds you were making, one could imagine that you were ascending to heaven.

"D-Don't tease m'like that, Y-Yami, you know how... flustered I get," you whimpered, stuttering while trying to make your thoughts known. It was so impossible to speak or even think properly with the way he was digging into your guts.

"I know, I know, pretty, but good god is it amazing to see you melt away when I fuck your pretty brains out," he said, the words flowing off his tongue like honey.

He leaned down again and pressed his lips to yours this time, his huge arms wrapping around you even tighter and holding you to him. Was it blatant favoritism? Yes; was it probably going against the rules? Also yes; but neither of you cared, not even a little right now.

Not when he could make his subordinate moan his name over and over again when he made her cum.

His abs flexed and relaxed, his pecs felt hard and soft against your back, and you were just loving every single second of this. No matter how bratty or prickly you got with him, there was nothing like having him dick you down every single night without a care in the world, knowing that you could come to him any time you needed some stress relief or a shoulder to cry on or a dick to ride on. Looking at you now while he sat up straighter, hand still on your head and guiding you back and forth on his cock, he smiled softly once more. In that moment of sweet, unabashed bliss, Yami Sukehiro vowed to someday make you his officially, to show the world that you were his prized girlfriend, the woman who made his heart melt every time he so much as sensed your Ki.

His thoughts were interrupted by that familiar feeling of you squeezing and spasming around his thick pole. "Y-Yami, please-"

"I know, baby, I've got you, I've got you. Yami's got you," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips, his nose burying in your hair and sighing softly. "C'mon, cum on your captain's cock."

Those words were enough to make you arch your back and throw your head back with a loud, heavenly moan, babbling out his name while tears flowed down your cheeks.

"There we go, thaaat's it, cum on m'cock like I know you wanna," he cooed a bit louder this time. Watching and feeling you cum around his cock never got old, and it was enough to make him cum as well with a raspy grunt. "Shit, baby, you got me cumming so soon. I was gonna wait, but, oh well; might as well say fuck it," he said after emptying his balls into your eager hole.

He sighed a sigh of relief once his orgasm passed, and he pressed several kisses to your neck while chuckling softly. "Goddamn it, princess--I fuckin' love you."

"Love you too, Yami," you murmured, too fucked out of your head to even process the aftermath of your heavenly orgasm.

"I know you do," he whispered, rolling you over and kissing you. He kissed your lips over and over again, his cock still buried deep inside of you. "One day, I swear to god, I'll show the world how much I love you. Make all those other uptight captains wish that they had what we have."

Possibly the best part of your night was when you fell asleep in his arms, his body entirely entangled with yours all sweaty and sticky. No matter how sticky you were, he would never give a shit about it. He'd hold you just the same.

"So pretty when you sleep," he said with a soft kiss to the forehead.

Your dear friend and fellow Black Bull, Vanessa, didn't miss the soft glow that graced your gorgeous features when you made your way into the dining hall and to breakfast. "Good morning," you said to everyone with a smile on your face, grabbing a plate and getting the food that you were in need of.

"Is it just me, or is she way nicer than she normally is?"

"Right? Her mood's usually worser than Yami's, especially in the morning..."

"It must be nice to be in love," Vanessa sighed, setting aside her bottle of alcohol for a moment. The other Bulls looked at Vanessa with confusion, the observation making them look at each other as well.

"The hell is she talkin' about?"

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[ranhaitanisgf]

3:45 a.m - ran haitani [gn]

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you think that your heart managed to actually stop beating when you open your eyes and see ran staring right back at you. his face is mere centimeters away from yours, his murky violet eyes seeming to be analyzing your face as you jump in shock, letting out a small curse.

"ran, you scared me! why're you up right now...?" you asked, drowsiness still trying to pull you back to sleep. "it's super late, you should be sleeping..."

"i couldn't stop looking at you."

"hah?" you blurted, your brain still too tired to be flustered. ran chuckled a bit at your response, (his slightly raspy voice from sleeping was far more attractive than you could ever handle) and pulled you closer, gently pressing his lips against your temple.

"nothin', go back to sleep."

"mm, is something wrong though?" you asked, tucking yourself closer to his body, (you couldn't help the fact that you were still woefully tired and just a little bit cold). "you love to sleep."

"hm, i'd say it's the opposite, sweets." he murmured, smoothing his hand over the crown of your head. "didn't wanna stop looking at you, my perfect (y/n)."

"gah, stop it...it's so late i don't even know how to respond to that..." you mumbled, shifting your face to hide in his chest. you could feel the vibrations of his laugh in his chest as you buried your face in embarrassment, his long hair tickling your cheeks a bit. "don't laugh at me, you're the one acting weird..."

"sorry sorry~ you're just too cute, i can't help myself." he gently pulled you away from his frame, his eyes finding yours and giving you a soft smile, (it was rare that there wasn't any traces of snarkiness).

"what..." you murmured, feeling as though you were under some kind of scrutiny under his gaze. you could never quite tell what he was thinking, and this was especially true in the dark cover of night when the lack of light in the room shaded his eyes in such a way that you couldn't read them at all.

"'m so lucky to have you. i think god made some kinda mistake giving you to me, but i'm not gonna let anybody try and take you."

"i don't think anybody's gonna try and do that, ran."

"quite the contrary. i think that there are many people who would want to take you as their prize." you rolled your eyes at his words, reaching out to thread your fingers through his hair.

"well i'm not planning on being anybody else's 'prize' or whatever...only yours." ran's eyes slowly closed as you cupped his cheek with your hand, his head unconsciously leaning into your touch.

"mm...that's good to hear." he whispered, relishing in your touch for a few moments longer. "all mine..."

"mhm. why don't we go back to sleep now?"

"m'kay..." you giggled a bit at the drowsiness that seemed be suddenly hitting ran, his eyes staying closed as he once again pulled you closer to him, his lanky arms wrapping around you and making sure that you were as close to him as you could be. "...love you..."

"love you more."

"not possible."

"definitely possible."

"i love you more. now go to sleep."

"no, i-mmph!" your words were cut off by ran's lips pressing against yours, his fingers tilting your chin up and effectively shutting you up, (he was so tired, yet he still had energy to do that?).

"go to sleep, (y/n)."

"this isn't over, ran."

"mm, okay~"

a/n: a little drabble b/c i feel bad abt not completing any reqs :( i hope you all enjoyed :3

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: Praise Kink w/ MILF!Wanda Maximoff

a/n: okay y'all listen, this is kind of a dark fic but not really? still, i would read with a little bit of caution if you're sensitive to cheating. GUYS. you CANNOT blame me for the choices i made in this fic!!! this is pure fiction and i don't condone this AT ALL.

masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3

The air was tense as Wanda bid her husband farewell, a loving smile on her face as she kissed his cheek and sent him on his way. But you knew better, even from where you stood in the kitchen, washing the dishes in the sink.

You were the boys' babysitter, though they weren't home seeing as though you just took them to their sports practices. Vision didn't find it strange that even though the kids weren't at home that you and Wanda hungout with each other. In fact, he rather found it a good thing seeing as though he worked a lot and his wife got the extra help.

And a good thing it was indeed.

After he finally left, the house was quiet, the only thing you could hear was the delicate noise of Wanda's flat covered feet padding over to stand behind you. Her energy was dark and intense, like a predator stalking it's prey. Her hands rested on your hips as she kissed up the side of your neck, pressing her lips against your pulse point.

Your head fell to the side, a pleasurable sigh slipping from between your lips. Your scrubbing paused, indulging in the redhead's affections.

"I missed you, darling." She whispered into the shell of your ear. Her dainty hands trailed up the front of your plush body, undoing the button of your jeans to slip it inside the band of your panties. A gasp tumbled from your lips when the pads of her fingers met your damp slit.

"Ah— I-I missed you too." You breathed out.

Her fingers descended towards your clit where she drew tight circles around it. Your hips lurched forwards and her kisses on your naked skin grew harsher, playfully nibbling on your earlobe.

"Gah! Fuck!" You cried. Your hands now rested on the edge of the counter where the sink was built into, your digits digging into the marble and metal basin.

The first finger of a very long night ahead of you penetrated your entrance. It felt like their air had been stolen out of your lungs as she massaged the sensitive padding of your g-spot.

Her praise only came when you clenched around her, sucking her in further until she had no choice but to enter a second.

"Good girl." She purred. "You're taking my fingers so well." You mewled when she put her thumb on your clit, but now she drew intelligible shapes and swirls on it. With every press of her pad drew you closer to your orgasm.

"I can already imagine how fucking dirty you look right now." She swore. You could hear the smirk on her pretty red lips, which was now probably smeared all over your neck. "Letting me fuck you open in my kitchen, mhm." She tsked.

"Wanda…" You whined in embarrassment, even though it came out more like a huff. "It's okay, baby." She teased. You squeezed your eyes shut, the familiar coil of pleasure threatening to snap in your gut.

"Cum for me, my sweet girl. I want to you feel cream all over my fingers."

With one last cry, and a few helpless grinds against her hand, you came. It was like there was an extra layer of pleasure that washed over you, and because your eyes were closed, you couldn't see the fact that Wanda was using her abilities to enhance your orgasm.

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda…" You babbled, your legs quivering and clit throbbing in overstimulation.

She removed her fingers only to rub up and down your slit, smearing your cum and arousal all over your mound.

As you came down from your high, you felt her puffs of air hitting your ear.

"Don't get too tired, honey. We still have that new toy to try."

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[2aceofspades]

AAAAAWWWEE!!

My child 🥺 *holds gently*

@2aceofspades your child kept me awake for another 2 hours this morning XD I kinda ran with a similar palette as your sona, but I'm obsessed with his design and the skrunkle wings and his timid personality AH! Hope you like, and have a good day!!!!!

[servicpop]

Callahan who's rough with reader cause that's how he'd always been never thinking something was wrong with it, till one time he'd be a bit too rough to the point where's it made you cry and he just thought it was from pleasure telling you to toughen up, but as soon as he realizes that you're crying because you don't like his rough handling and degrading and it hurts he immediately stops and helps you calm down, wiping your tears as guilt builds up in his chest and he just holds you close comforting you, he'll try to go easy next time although it's new to him he doesn't actually want you to be in pain

GAH SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN

I'm going crazy idk something abt soft sensitive reader who needs comfort is always my go to (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) idc if people find it cringe or "pick me" or even if they say he's a crybaby I will forever love soft sensitive male reader

Callahan would definitely start mumbling small apologies , looking at you with hardened eyes filled with guilt in them ! He doesn't want to admit it but seeing your cute little face turn all red and stained with tears makes his heart clench for you , he knows he's being too rough so it hurts him to see you actually in pain . . .

Callahan may be bad at controlling his strength when it comes to you , but he's sure as hell disciplined well enough to stop if you start sobbing out of pain !

Expect him to invite you to watch cartoons on the couch later , giving you sweets while he drinks his black coffee. Maybe he'll steal some from you , scold you for eating so much sweets but seeing your round , teary eyes he'll apologise and just wrap his arm around your shoulders , refusing to give into those puppy eyes.

[queer-n-here]

I just read the akutagawa fic someone requested so I wanted to request smth similar if that's cool!

Sigma comes home with an attitude after getting all stressed at work so we cockwarm him

Take ur time btw ik you're prolly stressed w school and stuff 🙏

Gah, brother! Ittookmeashittonofwhiletogetthispieceoutimsosorryireallyreallyreallytriedveryhard-

*clears throat* I... *Sigh* I'm sorry it took me so much time to get this out. But I'm really proud of myself for finally finishing this, ngl. Hope you like it, and thank you for being patient.

Contents: Making Sigma cockwarm reader.

Warnings: Smut, Top male reader, cockwarming. Think that's about it.

Sigma was more than just irritated.

He was tired and annoyed; there was a dull ache in his head and his body was too heavy for his legs.

So when you pressed your signature soft kiss to his temple, and asked him if he remembered the date you'd planned for him, he snapped a little too ferociously.

"[Name], I can't go today, okay?" He said, his brows furrowed. "There's too much on my mind and I don't have time for stuff like that anymore."

A part of you was hurt by that. 'I don't have time,' You'd always thought he enjoyed your dates.

But you pushed it to the back of your brain.

About an hour later, Sigma was more than regretting the way he'd talked back.

You were fully clothed; just your pants were unzipped so your cock could be buried in him as it was, nestled between his walls all warm and snug, but achingly stationary. You were pretending as if everything were perfectly normal, scrolling through your phone and blatantly ignoring Sigma, who was sitting in your lap straddling you, naked.

He was starting to grow desperate; he wanted you to fuck him the way you always did, aiming at his sweet spot with the accuracy of a professional archer. He needed it. But you weren't listening to him at all.

"[Name]," Sigma said, voice slightly unsteady as his hands clutched at the fabric of your shirt. "[Name], please..."

"Hmm?" You raised an eyebrow, not quite looking up from your phone.

"Don't do this, please..." He looked up at you with those teary eyes of his. "I need you."

You glanced at him, the sight of his gaze making you almost give in. You sighed, putting the phone down and looking at him fully. "Need me? I thought you had too much on your mind and not enough time."

Sigma looked slightly hurt, but then he buried his face into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your neck. "I'm sorry."

A sob shook his shoulders, and you felt tears drip onto yours. You sighed again, and put an arm around him.

"I can't take it anymore," He mumbled.

"Fine," You said. How were you supposed to remain firm when your love was crying? "But you're gonna have to do it yourself."

Sigma pulled away to look at you, cheeks red. "What do you...?"

You put your phone away, and turned to look at him again. "I'm not really feeling like doing anything, to be honest. And since you want it so much, you can do it for yourself."

With these words you sat back against the couch, looking up at him as he contemplated your suggestion. Sigma had never ridden you before; it was usually just you doing nasty stuff to him that made his eyes water and brain fog up.

But times were desperate, and you did not look like you were gonna cave in soon, so he nodded.

"Okay," He murmured, eyes downcast.

"Perfect," You said.

And so he started moving, grinding down on your cock slowly as his fingers tightened around your shirt. He bit his lips trying to muffle the moans he knew would start to spill out soon. His whole was fluttering around your cock already, his own dick twitching with want.

It was almost painful for you to not move, to not flip the two of you around and pin Sigma against the couch beneath you and fuck him till he was screaming. Gods, and he didn't even know the effect he had on you.

"Come on," You caressed his waist softly, stomach taught and shoulders tense with your restraint. "You can go faster, can't you?"

Sigma nodded, and sped up slightly. He was still shy, unable to make eye contact with you and with a stiff blush across his face. His eyes were tearing up slightly, and no amount of biting his lips was keeping in the ah-ah-ahs that spilled from his mouth as he bounced on your cock.

You could feel your dick twitching with want and restraint inside him. Your breathing had grown laboured, and you couldn't help but lean forwards and kiss Sigma slightly harshly.

He moaned into it, hole clenching around your cock and eyelids fluttering shut as a tear rolled down his cheek. You bit and nibbled so hard at his lips that he had to pull away to stop you.

"Don't- nghh! Don't b-bite so hard," He panted.

"Hmm," You grabbed his love handles, mediating his pace. "Don't you like it?"

Sigma flushed, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder as you made him bounce wilder on your cock. When you hit his prostrate, he whimpered, clutching your shoulders so hard his short nails dug into your skin.

So you hit it again and again, your hips snapping up to thrust your tip against his sweet spot, making him start to whine from the feeling. His own hips were bouncing to meet your thrusts half-way, and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin that echoed through the room was making you restless.

You decided, fuck the punishment, you needed Sigma.

Flipping yourselves around so that Sigma was laying on the couch and you were on top of him, you pressed his pretty legs to his chest and fucked him, bullying his sweet spot and abusing his hole as he cried out underneath you.

Your pace was destructive and brutal, sending Sigma scrambling to find purchase as his chest heaved with each breath. You could tell from his blurred-up eyes that his brain was starting to cloud, his hands clutching your shoulders so tight his nails had managed to draw blood from your skin.

Soon, his thighs started trembling violently, his hole clenching around you in the way that it did when he was close. You smirked, teeth-half gritted against your arousal, and sped up.

Sigma cried out, cum shooting from his dick as a sound of pleasure ripped itself free from his throat, his hole so tight around you it was almost impossible to pull out and thrust in.

You weren't far behind, what with him so tight around your dick it was making you see stars. The white hot coil in your intestines snapped, and you painted Sigma's walls white.

Slowing down to a stop, you huffed to catch your breath, eyes landing on him.

He was out of breath and dazed, quite obviously in subspace. You pulled out of him, earning a small whimper from him, and placed a small kiss on his forehead.

It didn't take long to get a bath ready for Sigma, and you soon carried him to it from the couch. As you set him down in the water, he reached out to hold onto you.

"[Name]..." He murmured, perhaps already out of subspace.

"Hm?" You stroked his hair gently.

"Something's bothering you, right?" He looked up at you, voice quiet. "You looked weird earlier."

You sat down on the floor next to him outside the bath. "Earlier when?"

"When I said..." Sigma bit his lip. "When I said that mean stuff."

You smiled softly, even as the memory made you want to wince. "Hmm, yeah. It did hurt a little, honestly."

Sigma lowered his head, pouting slightly. "I'm sorry. I was just upset because of-"

"Because of something that happened at work, right?" You finished for him, nodding. "I know, that's why I didn't say anything."

He bit his lip. "I'm sorry."

You smiled at him again, leaning forwards to kiss his temple. "It's alright. But next time..." You paused. "If you don't want to go out somewhere with me, just say so."

"No!" Sigma sat up straight, looking at you with his wide eyes. "I like going to places with you. I didn't really mean it, I swear."

You looked at him, and this time the smile that tugged at your lips was automatic. "Really?"

"Yeah," He nodded furiously. "I really like spending time with you."

You chuckled softly. "Mn, good to hear."

[mothhball]

Hiii! Your writing for Neil is so fantastic thank you for your service <3 📼 could you maybe write one with Neil and reader Pool hopping in the summer and they have to make a run for it so they’re not caught? (Maaaybe forced proximity, friends to lovers or established relationship, some fluff, some smut.. whatever your heart desires) have a safe train ride!!!

Pairing | Neil Lewis x fem!Reader

Warnings | sickly sweet fluff! brief smut, p in v sex, pool sex, friends to lovers, Neil and Reader are very silly

Summary | pool hopping and dramatics

Words | 2k

Notes | thanks for the request!! <33 I hope the formatting works, I'm posting on mobile

MINORS DNI

"I don't know, Nels..." you glance down at the water with a skeptical twitch of your eyebrow before you decide to dip your toe in. Immediately, you pull back.

"Gah! How is it this cold? I'm cooking out here!" Neil laughs at your complaints, wiping the sweat off his brow as he watches you with fond eyes. It's easy to forget that this pool isn't even yours. Neither is this property. But you went in the middle of the day on purpose, making sure that there was no car in the driveway and no one was home.

"You need to go in quickly, that'll make it easier. Come here, I'll help you," he offers, and at first glance, he seems helpful enough. Neil is presenting himself as deceptively harmless, but the mischievous glint in his eyes is enough to make you shake your head and take a step back. You know what he's planning. You've seen that expression countless times before, know every detail of his face as closely as your own. Yet neither of you has dared to cross that final line between platonic and... something more. Maybe you're both cowards. Always tip-toeing around the what ifs and not having the guts to give the thing between you a proper name. To any outsider, you might as well be dating already. It's just that the memo hasn't reached Neil nor yourself just yet.

"Don't you dare. Stay away from me." You try to fight against the grin that's growing on your face, but the rush of dopamine is too strong.

Neil slowly stalks towards you, opening his arms. "What? I'm not doing anything... don't be like that." He pretends to take offense to your hesitation, lips pulling down into a playfully dramatic frown as he creeps closer around the edge of the pool.

"You're going in."

Before either of you know it, he's chasing you around the backyard, bare feet sprinting over the grass. You're both laughing your heads off like idiots, trying hard to outsmart the other. Eventually though, Neil closes the distance, and he wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you to keep you from escaping.

"Got you!"

Despite your half-hearted protests, he drags you back over to the edge of the pool, dipping you dangerously low towards the surface of the water.

"Any last words?" He teases, offering you one last chance at mercy as a triumphant smirk pulls at his lips. In that moment, you know you have to try and mess with him to wipe that expression off his face. You know he has strong opinions about anything regarding pop culture, so you just decide to go for it.

"Star Wars is better than Star Trek." Silence. Those are definitely fighting words, and you're able to witness how Neil's expression twists in real time. This is no longer just bantering. This is about honor now.

"I'm sure you didn't just say that. Take it back," he demands, narrowing his eyes at you. But you stay stubborn, shaking your head. A somber expression settles on your face, and there's a crackle of dramatic energy between the two of you.

"You may come out of this victorious, but at least I spoke my truth. And you will never take that from me."

Neil immediately picks up on your eccentricities, happily joining in. His tone becomes icy as he gets into character, playing the role of your summery executioner quite well.

"Your truth is wrong. You'd have to be blind to ignore the intricacies in the world-building and the far more fleshed-out character arcs and coherent storytelling," he hisses, giving your waist a little squeeze to drive his point home. You wheeze in response.

"Star Trek is far more rooted in scientific facts. Star Wars is for chicks with mask kinks. So take. It. Back." In a moment that couldn't be staged more perfectly than this, a breeze wafts through the backyard, tousling Neil's hair and driving a shiver up your spine.

"You're a fool, Neil. A fool," you murmur, glaring at him like he's committing the ultimate betrayal.

"Is it a sin to enjoy the whimsical nature of nonsensical physics? Is it a sin to witness man's creativity in scenarios that are absurd and stupid? Is it a sin to watch silly little men with silly little helmets?"

You look off into the distance, pausing for dramatic effect.

"If that's the case, then I accept my punishment."

"Then your punishment shall be the pit." With that, he lets go of you, causing you to plunge into the pool below in a scene that would truly be Oscar-worthy. The cool water surrounds you, but the warmth in your chest remains. Neil was right. It really is easier to go in fast and all at once. You’ve been hesitating for far too long, denying yourself relief and enjoyment.

A push. That's all what was missing.

Neil jumps in right after you, bringing you back up to the surface with his gentle hands on your skin as he holds you up bridal-style. Of course, he's still in character.

"Oh God... what have I done... talk to me. Talk to me, damnit!"

You try to stay as limp as possible, but it only takes a moment for the both of you to start laughing again. Your heart hasn’t felt this light in a long, long time. But with Neil, it might as well be soaring up into the cloudless sky.

"We're so stupid," you manage to get out between giggles, and Neil just shrugs in response, looking down at you with a grin so bright that he could pass off as your own personal sun.

"Maybe. But there's no one else I'd rather be stupid with."

You're not sure if he knows what kind of impact his words have on you, and as you look up at him to meet his eyes, a moment of silence settles over the two of you. Both of you just study each other for a while. Curious, as if you've only met for the first time, and your heart wanders further up into your throat with every passing second.

Neil breaks the spell first, swallowing heavily, and a drop of water falls from his hair to land right on your cheek where his gentle thumb wipes it away.

"You make me nervous."

You blink in response, not sure how to take this comment, but he's generous enough to continue and elaborate.

"I never know how to act around you... I... I love being around you, but God, my self-control is being tested every time we hang out," he confesses, and you spot the hint of a lovely pink on his cheeks. Is this the part where you get your hopes up?

"Maybe you shouldn't hold yourself back from... doing whatever it is that you want to do? Maybe... maybe doing it would be a good thing?" You test the waters, and to your delight, Neil leans down to rest his forehead against yours, his voice lowering to a soft murmur.

"Yeah?"

“Yeah. Just… take the plunge, Neil.”

He nods at your words. Slowly, thoughtfully. And he bites his lip, studying the way the light hits your eyes. Eyes that he could get lost in for hours on end. The last distance between the two of you closes almost by itself, and pretty quickly, you are locked in a kiss that’s almost as heated as the sun that’s blasting down on you. Neil still has you in his arms, touching and feeling you with the desperation of a man that has been deprived of the thing he’s been wanting for years. Which would be nothing but the truth.

Your shaking hands are tangled in his dripping hair, gently tugging at his scalp which causes him to groan against your tongue and pull you over to press you up against the edge of the pool. The water splashes around you, and your nose is filled with the scent of chlorine and the sunscreen that you forced on Neil earlier. Stubborn idiot. But as it turns out, he’s now your stubborn idiot. For a blissfully long moment, you get to make out with him, and your world shrinks down in size, encompassing just the two of you. His heaving chest against yours, his skin beneath your fingers, and his hands that reach under your knees and hold you up against his body.

A soft moan slips from your lips as he dares to pull your bikini bottoms to the side to slip his dick inside of you. And fuck, does it feel right. You should’ve done this ages ago, but now, the reward feels even sweeter. Neil whispers your name against your throat, setting an impatient pace of thrusts as he fucks into your fluttering pussy, and you hold onto him with your nails slightly digging into his back. It’s easy to forget that he was just your friend a few minutes ago. Just as easy as it is to miss the noise of a car pulling into the driveway. The driveway that belongs to the property. The property that you’re trespassing on. Neil perks up at the sound of a door slamming shut, and he curses under his breath.

“Fuck – hold your breath.”

You barely get the chance to fill your lungs with precious oxygen before he dives beneath the pool’s surface with you in his arms. Just in time before the owner of the house steps outside to check out the backyard. From his angle, you’re just barely obscured and distorted by the water. An optical illusion that, if explained, would surely have someone clutching their pearls. The homeowner pauses on the patio for a minute, and in the meantime, Neil is getting impatient. You can feel him throbbing inside of you, sneakily rocking his hips against yours in a tiny motion that’s enough to make your toes curl. In response, you tug on his hair, causing him to still once more. Your lungs are burning, and you clench your eyes shut, praying that the guy whose pool you’re “borrowing” just leaves already.

And, in a twist of sweet, sweet fate, he does. There’s a brief reflection of light as the glass sliding door to the living room of the house opens and closes once more, and Neil slowly pops his head up before giving you the go as well. Immediately, you resurface, both gasping for air, but grinning from ear to ear. Neil is panting, giving your thighs a quick squeeze before he pulls away from you, putting you back down.

“We need to leave,” he gasps. “Right now.”

It’s a daring escape, and as much as you try to stay quiet, both Neil and yourself start to giggle while you’re still getting out of the pool. Someone – most definitely the owner of the property – shouts and curses after you while you scramble to grab your things, and you almost get caught as Neil helps you climb over the wooden fence before you manage to dash off, hand in hand.

He pulls you along, and you can hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears, along with the pitter patter of your bare feet down the street and your breathless laughter. The heat quickly dries your skin, and you’re still grinning brightly as you reach Neil’s car that he parked a few streets away. Finally, finally, the two of you manage to catch your breath, and he reaches out to smooth his thumb over your jaw. A silent gesture of affection that he’s done a thousand times. But now, the context is a different one. For a moment, Neil is lost in your smile and your eyes, before he manages to catch himself, remembering how to speak.

“You know… we’re partners in crime now. Can I count on you to keep this between us?”

A breathy laugh is your answer, and now it’s your turn to bite your lip.

“I’m sure we can think of a few ways to keep each other’s mouths shut.”

@ellebelleshelby @cilliansprincess @mcumorningstar @x0xomady @mandies24

@detroitbecomevenom @pretty-bluebird @ink5ouls @flwrs4aust @vampmary1411

@ashdrinksoatmilk @luvizuku @nnattu @ptolemaniac @kiss-me-cill-me @celebrities-imagines @hanawrites404 @red-riding-wood

[fandoms--fluff]

Captive

Female vampire reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: Hope gets scared of a haunted house

A/n: just a short cute blurb I decided to write after my exam

A/n 2: speaking of that, all my exams are done! IM FREE..sort of, well at least till next year.

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"Gah, Why oh why did you make me come in here" Hope jumps back from the popping-out mechanic. "Hey, I asked you, you didn't have to say yes" you chuckled.

"Okay, so I didn't want to be the only teenager with the little kids, but now I wish I was" She clings to your arm after there's a loud scream from another person in the house.

"Oh, come here, Baby" You bring her into your arms as you continue walking around the corner.

"I don't need to be babied, I'm the tribrid" she groans. "Okay, whatever you say" you release your arms from around her and continue walking towards the exit that's at the end of the hall.

5 seconds later, Hope is attached to your arm again. She ran from the spot next to the shattered mirror with 'old' blood splattered on it to you. Or who she hoped was you, if not it would've been awkward.

"Never leave me alone in there again" she shuddered. The grasp she has on your arm is like a death grip. "I wouldn't dream of it" you coo to your scared girlfriend. Some things are ironic. Like the almighty, 'death to all witches' tribrid, being scared of a haunted house.

You feel her nails dig into your bicep and forearm, holding back a chuckle from making Hope feel worse about this 'adventure'.

The floor creaked loudly as you guys take the last steps towards and through the exit door. As soon as you guys are out of the way of other people Hope let's out a sigh of relief.

"Oh my god, I'm free, sweet freedom!" Hope sees Josie and runs up to her, unclawing your arm. You chuckle as you watch Hope basically tackle Josie in a hug.

You walk over to the pair, smiling as your roll your eyes. "What happened?" Josie chuckles, rubbing her best friend's back.

"Y/n/n held me captive" Hope pouts into the brunette's shoulder. "And what's the real story?" You cross your arms, chucking. "...I went into the haunted house instead of staying with the little kids." She mumbles.

"So, you went into the haunted house even though you're scared shitless of them. Sounds about right" Josie chuckles with you as Hope pulls out of the hug.

"You're both mean!" Hope exclaims. "Oh, I'm sorry baby, how about we go on the carousel, nice and safe" you wrap your arm around her shoulders. She nods, "yes, so much better. You coming, Jo?"

"As long as you promise not to claw me if the ride gets too fast." Josie smirks.

"Of course. And rude!" She exclaims and starts to lead you guys to the carousel in the middle of the carnival.

"She's clawed you too?" You whisper. "Oh, yeah, but at least you have super healing." "True." You and josie whisper back and forth making you both chuckle.

"I can hear you both ya know" Hope turns around once you guys get in line.

"And we love you for it." You kiss the top of her head.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

s/o with yelan, shenhe, navia, xianyun that got badly injured and s/o is treating their wounds ^_^

take your time!

(Genshin Impact) Yelan, Shenhe, Chiori, and Xianyun's S/O treating their wounds

Navia has already been done in this post, so I shall compensate with the newly arrived Chiori!

Yelan winced as S/O finished wrapping her arm, giving them a wry smile.

(Yelan) "Thanks. Sorry for showing up like this."

(S/O) "As long as you're okay, it's fine. But what in the world even happened?!"

Yelan was silent for a moment, thinking of how to answer S/O's question before giving them a kiss on the cheek.

(Yelan) "Bad fall."

(S/O) "Really? A bad fall looks like slashes all over you?"

(Yelan) "What can I say? It was sharp. But trust me, you won't have to worry about it hurting me again."

(S/O) "Just...please don't scare me like that again."

Despite her coy tone, she gives S/O a reassuring squeeze on their hands. Yelan truly did appreciate having someone to come home to, and it was a reminder of why she was out there to begin with.

Shenhe remains still as S/O helps wrap the bandage around her stomach, exhaling a little in relief.

(S/O) "Is it too tight?"

(Shenhe) "No, I will recover just fine, thanks to you."

(S/O) "Okay..."

S/O knew Shenhe wasn't the type to lie. If she said she was going to be fine, then she was.

But their anxiety must've been easy to read, since S/O was quickly hugged by Shenhe.

(Shenhe) "You do not have to worry. I will not go down so easily."

(S/O) "I...I-I know, Shenhe. I still don't like seeing you get hurt."

The faintest hint of a smile forms on Shenhe's lips as she somehow hugs them even tighter.

Unintentionally almost snapping something in S/O and cutting off their breathing, but they could literally feel the love almost crushing them.

(Shenhe) "If it means I do not see you harmed, then I will endure whatever pain awaits."

(S/O) "C-C...CAN'T BREATHE!"

Chiori hissed in pain when S/O rubbed the cloth on her leg, gripping onto the chair.

(Chiori) "Gah, that stings!"

(S/O) "I didn't think something like that could happen in a clothing shop! Your leg looks like it was slashed by a sword!"

(Chiori) "I was lucky it wasn't my hands or arms that got injured, but this will certainly make work a lot more annoying..."

(S/O) "C-Come on, at least act a bit more concerned about your own health! You can't work if you're dead!"

Chiori hummed in acknowledgement as she rose to get up, S/O helping her with one hand grabbing hers.

She clenched her teeth when she properly stood up but turned to S/O with a small smile.

(Chiori) "...Thanks. I'll make you something sweet when we're back home."

(S/O) "Just rest up instead of working yourself more, please."

(Chiori) "Alright alright, I promise."

Chiori didn't need S/O to baby her, but it was times like these where she was reminded how much better S/O made the work day.

Xianyun looks at S/O curiously as they wrap her hands in cloth.

(Xianyun) "This One must bring up the point that bandaging my arm is moot. The form one currently takes does not entirely reflect-"

(S/O) "It'll give me peace of mind knowing you're at least somewhat taken care of. Can I at least say that?"

Xianyun chuckles, adjusting her glasses but then quickly recoiling in pain from doing so.

(Xianyun) "Ack! R-Right. One appreciates your concern, then."

Xianyun tries to play it off cool, but honestly S/O made her heart skip a beat with acts like this.

This injury was truly nothing, and they definitely knew that.

But that didn't stop them from caring about her.

However, the real consequence from her injury was the fact she could not indulge in eating her food as much as she wanted.

(S/O) "H-Hey! That much fried food will make your injury flare up!"

(Xianyun) "Nonsense! Such delicious delicacies has nothing to do with one's-"

(S/O) "The doctor told me that you should at least wait a few days before eating something that hot."

Xianyun pouted, annoyed she had to put the food on hold.

(Xianyun) "Hmph, One does not need a doctor to tell her what one can't eat!"

(S/O) sigh

[2aceofspades]

Art Burnout??? Oh no! I'm on it!

*pulls out fire extinguisher and turns it on full blast*

*when everything settles, you are now completely bundled in a blanket and are supplied with all the self care things*

You best be taking care of urself you goon! No pushing yourself too hard to draw when ur burned out, or so help me, I will smack u with the official "We Stan Ace Self Care" sign <3

(but also I totally get you, Im also going through a bit of art burnout and am just a puddle of goo when I try to doodle stuffs lololol)

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Ah, my dear dear morse anon...

Not to worry, I have since gotten out of my art block/burnout so all is good again!

I think I was also being a bit too critical when looking at my work at the time. But! I have now taken on a project that has been oh-so-lovingly rotting my brain/pos. I am very excited :3 Thank you for sending some sweetness my way though oh my stars you're so thoughtful waaah- 😭💙✨

[smallestapplin]

hi, can i ask for guzma and piers (separately) with a s/o who rambles in sex, especially if it's really good and close to cumming, they'll just open their mouths and thank you and curse just because it's so fucking good??????

love your writings 🧡💛

I'm ascending

🔞Warnings : mdni! GN!Reader, overstimulation, mild degradation in Guzma's🔞

Minors do NOT interact! 18+ only!

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Piers

He loves it! He can't stop talking either, he just wants to hold you close, rut his cock into your needy hole and listen to you sing for him. Piers can't get enough, he ends up drooling the more you cry out and beg for him, begging for more, it just gets his body so hot!

"Oh- ohh fuck! Mm..fuck! Piers M'gonna...ah, so good!!"

His eyes roll back, feeling you tighten around his cock, cumming just for him. He needs more, he doesn't want to stop just yet.

"One more, yeah? You can give me one more? Please- ah fuck...please baby, cum for me again, I need it."

Your sounds go right to his cock, fuck he wants to cum so badly but he just needs to fuck you more, to make a mess of you, watch you come undone just because he's so good at pleasing you.

He buries his face into your neck, kissing and sucking his marks into your skin. Piers groans as you grab his hair, whining as you pull on it. It's like you're trying to make him weak, he can't take much more of this but he doesn't want it to end soon either.

"Piers, oh god, ah! T'much, your cock is too much-!!" You arch your back with a squeal, his tip hammering against your sweet spot is making your head spin!

Piers groans, moving his head back up to look at you, a smirk plastered over his lips. His tired eyes gazing down at you with such hunger.

"Yeah? You love it, don't you? S'like you were made to take me."

And by Arceus he will show you he means it.

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Guzma

Another man who loves it but more accurately, he thrives off of it, he needs it more than anything. Guzma loves it when you tell him how good he's fucking you, loves it when you praise him, loves how he knows when he's making you feel good without even needing to ask.

"G-Guzma! Ohhh...haaa, so...so deep! Thank you- thank you, please fuck me-!!" You shriek, tossing your head back against your pillow.

Guzma can't help but moan, though it's overshadowed by your cute mewls. He loves you so much, loves this!

"Such a needy lil slut you are. But you're all mine, right?"

"Yes yes all yours-fuck! There, right there! pleasepleaseplease!"

"Fuuuck! Greedy whore, always wantin' more. Gah....mm..you're squeezin' my cock so much, like yer tryna milk me."

His rough hands grip your thighs, pulling your legs higher up on his hips. His eyes flutter shut for a moment, basking in the heat of all the passion.

He rolls his hips, grinding his cock right against your sweet spot, smirking as you cry out. Your hands flying to his biceps, digging your nails into his skin, trying to ground yourself.

"Gonna cum for me? Go on, make a mess."

Guzma just wants a taste, maybe after he fills your hole up with his cum he'll clean you up with his tongue.

A good little thing like you deserves to feel desired.

[hiskillingjar]

Anal (Ren/MC)

wanted to do something vaguely more interesting for this one, but none of the boys are that interesting (in this space anyway). so uh. my personal trauma be upon ye?

day 13: anal second person. cw for rape

"HAH-HAH-HAH!"

You gasped in time with each of Ren's hard thrusts, his skinny hips roughly colliding with yours as he fucked you, his tail whipping to and fro rapidly, casting large, looming shadows in the low light of his bedroom.

His furry chest was pressed to your back, thick body hair damp and matting with sweat and other fluids as he clung onto you, one scarred arm wrapped tightly around your waist and the other holding your shoulder, his claws digging into your skin and leaving his mark on you (even more so than he was doing already).

You had been good all day. 

You had played the sweet and attentive pet, doing everything he asked of you, curling up in his lap as he watched all the new episodes of his shows, and not even flinching and shying away when he petted you.

You were being good. You were being so good.

You deserved goodness from him too, didn't you?

"Such a good girl," Ren crooned in a lazy murmur, his heavy head resting between your shoulder blades as he panted against your skin, the act obviously taking a lot out of him. "God, you feel so fucking good...fhhhh..."

You felt your body tighten around him, around his cock throbbing and leaking inside of you (no condom, he could have knocked you up after this, as far as you knew), as you shivered, your fingers curling in the blankets of his bed.

Your bed. Whoever it belonged to.

"You’re going, nh, r-really fast,” You whimpered quietly, your own pleading making you cringe, letting your own head sag down against the pillows. “Give me a second, please…”

Ren scoffed out an exhaused laugh, somehow pressing his claws deeper into your shoulder as he pulled you down his cock, forcing your sore folds to collide, roughly, with the initial swellings of his knot.

"GAH! No, come on, that's too much!"

“Mm, no can do, sweetie~" He murmured again, hooking his chin around your other shoulder as he pulled you closer. "But it is kind of your fault, you know? You just swallow me up too good, I can’t help but want to keep going and going and going..." He spoke in time with his pattern of thrusts, moaning and groaning in between your shrieks and whines, just growing tighter for him (just what he wanted, maybe it really was your fault). "Hhhhh, you're really so perfect, I kind of can't stand it..."

You whined at the rough pressure, feeling the hand on your shoulder reach around and palm at your chest, batting at it like you were just a toy for him to play with.

And you kind of were, if you thought about it too hard. 

That’s all you would ever be, now.

"Nmmff...R-Ren, I-I'd really like it if you...mm, slowed down." You said, putting a deliberately sweet, pleading tone to your voice, simpering for his mercy. "I-It might even feel better..."

"I don't think soooo..." He drawled with a mean titter, just groping you even harder, pulling his cock from your cunt entirely just to thrust back inside, making you shriek and cry out and tighten. "Sorry, babe, but I have to do something for myself every now and then, after giving you everything you want. You understand, right?"

Had you been in another headspace (a more disruptive headspace that made you stand up for yourself), you might have scoffed and rolled your eyes, but in this one, you just kept on shrieking and trying to pull away.

Even more so when he pulled out and lined the head of his cock with your puckering asshole.

"AH!" You cried out again as he pushed against it, your eyes shooting wide with alarm. "R-Ren, that's not-!"

"Stop struggling, I'm not going to hurt you." He scolded lightly, his fist curling firmly around your breast as he held you still. "Just relax, it'll feel good, don't worry..."

"No, nhh," You shook your head erratically, gritting your teeth as the muscles in your thighs tensed up, trying to push your hips forward, away from him, and tighten up so much that he couldn’t possibly breach you. "T-This doesn't feel good, Ren, stop-"

“Shh, shhh shh," Ren shushed you with a light click of his tongue. "Just let it happen, just let me-”

"I mean it, stop, hah," You cried out again as he pressed his thumb against the tight ring of muscle, working it (forcing it) open and pushing (really pushing, it was that much effort) his cock inside your asshole. 

You immedialy sucked a pained hiss through your teeth, trying to hold back a louder cry or, god help you, a scream. 

"Ahhh, hah, Ren, that hurts!" 

"Why do you have to make things so fucking hard?!" He then said harshly into your ear, his hips jerking forward again and forcing more of his cock into your ass (forcing another cry from your trembling lips). "Just fucking let it happen and stop being such a stuck-up bitch about it, would you?!"

"Why, hahhh," You moaned, cringing at the stinging, unfamiliar pain that was enough to make your eyes water and burn. "Why are you being so mean to me? I’ve been good all day…"

Ren let out a cooing, simpering sound, immediatly pulling back from his previous cruelty (coward that he was) and setting back into the role of the attentive kidnapper he liked to play.

"Oh, baby...being mean is the only way I can get anything I want." He explained, as if he were speaking to a child, condescending and carefully worded. "If I didn't push you now and then, I wouldn't get anything. And...hah," He exhaled hard as he somehow worked himself deeper, the length of it incredibly painful as the muscle was forced to adjust around him. "We...we have a really special relationship, don't we? I'm special to you."

You cringed again as you felt a bead of fluid run down your inner thigh.

That wasn't blood, was it? It couldn't be.

"Don't you want to have a special relationship with me?" He asked, finally letting go of your chest and pressing an apologetic kiss to the marks on your shoulder. "Aren't I special to you anymore?"

"I..." A unexpected stream of tears ran down your cheeks, a little whimper falling from your lips at the pain and relief of letting go. "I d-do have a special relationship with you." Your voice tripped on a little sob. "But, nh..."

"No buts." He chided again, whispering in your ear. "Just be a good girl and take it, okay? I won't even take that long, I promise..."

You sniffed hard and pushed your face into the pillows again, just wanting to hide from him.

Hide from everyone, if you had to.

"Please, just...get it over with then."

"Mm, you're the best, baby~"

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Dress Up Part 4: Last Preview

This will be the final big preview for y’all, I’m hoping to have this finished by Sunday! Luci’s here! There is one little nod towards some naughtiness~

You laughed to yourself, now slightly more worried. Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea after all, but you’ve already come this far. You sauntered through the front door and made your way towards Lucifer’s workshop, right where you left him. You knocked on the large wooden door. No answer. You slowly opened the door and realized Lucifer was not at his work bench. There was, however, a small handwritten note on top of his desk. You made your way over and picked up the beautiful hand written letter.

Welcome back, my love! If you're looking for me, I'll be in the kitchen! I have a surprise for you! ♥

~ Your Luci

You smiled sweetly at his letter. Before you made you made your way to the kitchen, you took a small detour to your bedroom, hiding Asmodeus's gifts under one of the large pillows on the bed. The gears were turning in your head as you formulated a plan. Finding your way to the dining room, you were greeted to the site of a lovely set table complete with a large vase full of pristine red roses with petals decorating the tablecloth beneath, flickering candles, and golden cutlery that glistened in the candlelight. Lucifer always knew how to go above and beyond, the view was nothing short of perfection. You took a few steps more and pushed open the swinging door to the kitchen, at last laying eyes on your husband across the room. He mustn't have heard you as he hadn't turned around. The sweet familiar smell of chocolate chip pancakes permeated the air as you watched him effortlessly flip one of the pancakes back into the pan. Ever the showman even when no one was watching. Or, at least he thought as much.

"It smells delicious in here," you called out to him.

"GAH!" Lucifer exclaimed in surprise, losing grip on the pan which clattered to the stove top. He turned around, his face softening and flashing you his signature toothy grin. "Oh, honey, you're back!" Quickly, he turned the dial on the stove to the 'off' position and discarded his 'Kiss The Cook' apron, tossing it to the floor and wrapped you in a tight embrace, his lips pecking every inch of your face before stopping at your lips. "You startled me! How dare you sneak up on me, and on our anniversary of all days!" he said playfully, placing another quick peck to your lips.

You could only giggle in response. "I'm sorry, Luci. I didn't think I had the power to frighten the devil himself, though. You're lucky I didn't try to give you a hug just now!"

"Oh, it would have been an unmitigated disaster, I assure you!" Lucifer joked. "But don't worry, all is forgiven. You're just in time too! Go have a seat out there and I'll be right behind you."

He gave you one last kiss on the forehead before releasing his grip on you and making his way back to the stove. You did as he asked and took a seat in one of the two empty chairs. Less than a minute passed before Lucifer threw his hip into the door carrying two huge stacks of pancakes in each hand, placing them down ever so delicately in front of you. With a quick snap of his fingers, your pancakes were doused in a cacophony of strawberries, bananas, and syrup.

"Bon appétit," Lucifer chuckled. He took his seat across from you, outstretching his hand to hold yours while you indulged in your perfect breakfast for dinner. "So tell me," Lucifer started to say after swallowing a mouthful of pancakes, "where did you disappear to today?"

You stopped chewing for a moment and swallowed the bits of banana that remained. "O-Oh, nowhere special. I was just...looking for a special gift."

"A present for moi?" Lucifer feigned surprise. "Do I get to know what it is?"

"Soon, love, I promise," you reassured him, "I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise too soon. We haven't even gotten to dessert yet!"

Lucifer leaned down an placed a small kiss to the back of your hand. "Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to prepare anything. Please forgive me," he looked up at you with a small seductive grin. "But there is something sweet I've been dying to taste all day, my darling, and it's sweeter than any dessert I could ever conjure. I'm practically starving!"

You felt your cheeks burn as you smiled back at him coyly. After patting your face with your napkin, you stood up slowly and took a few steps towards your insatiable husband. You bent down, pressing your soft lips against his ear. "You need to learn to control that sweet tooth of yours, Luci," you teased him. Lucifer let out a shallow breath. You took a few steps back, placing your hands on your hips. "If you want dessert, you’re going to have to earn it." You snapped a portal open behind you without so much as a warning. “Come find me!” You sprinted through the portal, finding yourself in the adjacent hallway across from where you left your ravenous lover. You heard the dining room doors crash open followed by an amused laugh.

“So that’s how you want to play it, huh?” Lucifer’s voice carried, “Alright, then…”

[vorish-wonderland]

Floyd is given some candy, and a shrunken you. He seems to think that you're an amazing addition to his tasty Halloween treat.

Includes: licking, unwilling prey, unintentional vore, not spell checked. Happy Halloween.

★✦Trick AND Treat!✦★

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Today is Halloween! Since it lands on a weekday this year, the students have been permitted to wear their costumes to class!

Floyd has been with you all day, thanks to an... issue that happened yesterday. He shrunk you with a spell. He claimed that it wasn't on purpose, but... knowing him...

"We're matching costumes, shrimpy~! Isn't that nice??~" Floyd excitedly asks, carrying to with him in his hand.

"Only because my costume doesn't fit anymore." You sigh. Floyd was a mummy, as Octavinelle had decided to be, and he just wrapped some little white ribbons around you. This also means you can't move. "Also, would it have killed you to put more effort in?"

"I think you look adorable, and that's all that really matters." He rolls his eyes. "Anywhoseles, let's go to the cafeteria~! I heard they're handing out candy I'm between classes today!!~" He squeezes you tight in his hand, running off to the cafeteria.

When he gets there, you both get a piece of candy. You get a little gumdrop, with the promise of getting more tomorrow to make up for it. Floyd, meanwhile, is given a grape flavoured lollipop.

"Mmmhh... nice of 'em to be giving you more candy tomorrow." Floyd sticks his into his mouth, sucking on it while holding the stick with his sharp teeth. "How's that little thing, shrimpy?"

"...good enough..." You've already finished it.

"So... what should we do now?? I was planning on skipping, and you've gotta do whatever I do, so I guess you are too." He snickers to himself.

"Floyd, I don't want my grades or attendance to get messed up!!" You pout.

"The teachers already gave you the day off until we get this solved, who caaaaares???"

"Bring me to my class already, start going!"

"Nah, you're coming with me. And you can't do anything about it!"

You start to struggle against the little ribbons, as Floyd pulls the lollipop from his mouth. He looks at it, before looking at you. He does this a few times, before doing... something.

He loosens the ribbons that hold you, and for a minute, you think he's going to let you go... before he ties you to his very sticky lollipop. Your hair and skin and clothes all stick to it... you really don't like the feeling of it.

"Hey, what the hell?!"

"You're staying with me, like I said."

You try to struggle and protest, but it doesn't exactly do anything.

As Floyd walks around the school, trying to find somewhere to slack off, he absentmindedly puts the lollipop back in his mouth.

You're absolutely shocked. Is he really doing this?! He licks at your body and his lollipop, not even questioning the new taste and strange shape...

"GAH-! FLOYD, STOP!" You yell in protest, not even sure if you'll hear you as he continues to suck at the sugary liquid caused by his saliva weakening and melting the candy.

Luckily for you... or maybe unluckily... he pulls you out.

"Ohhh. Ehehe, sorry, shrimpy~" He giggles and tries not to look at you. "You know, I didn't even realize you were there!"

"It was horrible..." You let out a shaky sigh.

"Awwww, what's wrong?? You were scared or somethin'~?"

"OBVIOUSLY!! HOW COULD I N-?!"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Floyd sticks you back into his mouth. Oh, great.

Floyd holds the candy, and you, in his mouth for some time.

He keeps doing what he's doing, not caring all too much about about how you're feeling about all this. He licks and sucks until he thinks he has enough sweetness, which he then swallows. He almost forgets you're there.

Almost.

Oh, he remembers you're there the moment he feels you go down his throat, the moment he pulls out the lollipop and sees that you slipped out of the ribbons that tied you to the grape flavoured candy, which has now lost most of his shape.

"Sh..." He's about to say something to you, before he stops.

You're probably very scared right now, aren't you? You probably think he didn't notice. You might think you're going to die.

And really... being scared...

That's what Halloween is about, isn't it?

"Happy Halloween, shrimpy..." He thinks to himself. "I'll let 'em out eventually... it'll be real cute to feel them squirm in fear for a bit, though~"