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Sleeping Beauty (Chuuya x Reader)

Wrote this overstimulated and sweaty because I live in tropical hell!

I love chuuya

Bye now - Mars 

You stirred awake in the early hours of the morning, the sky still dark, stars visible from the view of your open windows. Laid up comfortably in your lover’s arms as he snores softly, his body pressed into yours. The redhead was practically on top of you. 

Blinking awake you stayed stilled, gathering your thoughts. You knew your lover had an important mission which would require him leaving earlier than he usually did and whilst he did set the alarm the night before, you wanted to do a little special something for the hardworking man you loved. 

You also knew the stubborn motherfucker would try to sneak away as he didn’t ever want to interrupt your sleep, he usually leaves a note on the nightstand.

Sneakily you slipped out of his arms, slipping a pillow in your place. You turned off the alarm set to go off in the next hour. As quiet as you could, you made your way to the kitchen and whipped up a breakfast for him.

A simple bagel sandwich and a coffee for the redhead, snacking as you worked around the kitchen. You sipped a glass of tea as you did. 

Setting everything up in a tray, you made your way back to the bedroom, placing the tray down on the table and moving over to the bed.

You sit down, leaning down and kissing your lover's forehead. “Chu?” you whispered softly, placing another kiss in between his brows. 

Chuuya’s brows furrowed but he remained asleep for the most part. Prying the pillow from him, you placed another soft kiss on the tip of his nose, “Baby,” you tried again.

“Come on, wake up, pretty boy”, now that earned a soft grumble from Chuuya and you smiled. Settling besides him, you kiss his shoulder this time, “C’mon” you whisper softly

“No” he mumbled and turned away from you, hugging the pillow, his back now towards you. You smirk mischievously and scoot closer, kissing his back softly.

“C’mon, sleeping beauty,” You hugged him from behind, resting your face against his, cheek to cheek and whispering sweet words you knew he couldn’t resist. 

 Brushing back his hair, you kiss his temple, then kiss his cheek, and finally move up to place soft kisses to his eyelids. With a grumble he finally opens his eyes and looks at you, a groggy look on his face. You smile softly, looking back at him.

“S’too early, babe” he grumbled and sat up, the silk sheet sliding down his chest and pooling around his hips. His toned chest on display, one that you shamelessly stared at.

You get up from the bed and get the wooden tray, setting it on his lap and settling beside him. You stroke his hair and lean in, kissing his cheek. 

“How long you gonna be gone this time ‘round?” You look at him, a hint of sadness swimming in the pool of adoration in your eyes. 

“A few weeks” He answers shortly, looking down at the tray before him, his eyes soften and he leans over and kisses your temple, his hand coming to rest behind your head, “I will be back before you know it, sweetness” 

The redhead closes his eyes and lean his head against yours, “Thank you for this, you really didn’t have to,”

“I know, but I wanted to, Chuu” you tilt your head up, looking at him. 

He looks down at you, and smiles softly, “I love you.” he said with conviction, he captures your lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. 

“I love you too” you kiss him back with equal passion and love, “hey?”

“Hm?”

“Y’know, you snore”

“I don’t, you brat” a hand comes down and smacks your behind, a soft laugh escaping him, eyes crinkled in happiness and content.

[shiftingwithmars]

Dial tone —Mattheo Riddle

A/N: I’m in a Mattheo mood, so why not a cute little mini fic?

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, not much else!!

Mattheo dropped the phone, his heart breaking as he sat there in silence. You glanced up from your studying, your brows furrowed in confusion. Mattheo had been talking on the phone for almost an hour, but you’d been too focused on your studies to listen to the conversation. “Matty? What’s wrong?” You questioned softly, slowly setting your book down.

“Death-eaters raided hogsmeade.” Mattheo said with a shaky breath, his fingers digging into his palm. You sighed, your expression filled with sympathy. Every time Voldemort’s followers caused chaos, Mattheo was harassed and tormented at school. You slowly got up from your seat, approaching Mattheo with a gentle expression.

“Oh, baby…” You said softly, pulling Mattheo into a gentle hug. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting a tear roll down his cheek. “Maybe we can see if Dumbledore will excuse you from class for a week or two. Give things some time to settle down.” You said softly, running a gentle hand through Mattheo’s hair. Mattheo sighed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Y-yeah, maybe Dumbledore will let me skip…”

Mattheo laid in bed, listening to the soft sound of rain patter on the windows. He glanced up as you entered his room, his eyes filled with curiosity. “Well?” He asked softly. Just as you had hoped, Dumbledore had excused Mattheo from classes for the week. It was finally Friday, and Mattheo had been waiting all day for you get done with class.

“Everyone is still talking about what happened at Hogsmeade. But, I think it’s okay. Everyone’s moved on from being mad at you.” You said softly, taking a seat beside your boyfriend. Mattheo let out a sigh of relief, pulling you into his lap. “Thank you.” He said softly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Of course. Who else is gonna put up with your ignorant ass?” You said teasingly, causing Mattheo to chuckle.

“Oh shut up.” He said with a smile, resting his back against the headboard. You smiled as you rested your head on his chest, curling up against him. “I love you, Mattheo. No matter who your father is.” You said softly, gently kissing his knuckles. “I love you too, Y/N.” He replied with a sigh of content, hugging you tightly. No matter what happened, you’d always be there for Mattheo. He’d never have to be alone again.

[marsthegaymer]

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Sugar Rush (Buddha x Reader)

Wrote this on a whim. I quit my corporate job and now I'm a teacher? Crazy life out here. Also my age is looking a little too adulty(22) so I'm doing things that connect me to my inner horny teen because why not?

Whimsical women write smut. Incorrect use of a lollipop & overuse of the word "lollipop", hey, this is for orgasms and giggles. Please don't try this in real life.

In which he makes us cum with his lollipop, not the one in his pants T^T

Bye now - Mars ♡

“You’re practically purring, heh” he whispered, lips ghosting over yours in a teasing manner. The blue lollipop usually in his mouth, now between his fingers as he maneuvered the candy over your erect nipples.

He leaned down and sucked on the nipple coated with the sweet sticky taste. His tongue swirling around the bud and then closing in around the bud with a suction motion whilst he rubbed the lollipop around the other nipple. 

A soft sweet moan escaped your lip as you arched against him, only pushing your breasts further against his face. He hummed in contentment, biting down softly against the soft mound, a laugh slipping out him.

How the bastard loved to tease. 

Buddha dragged the lollipop down your belly, swirling it around your belly button, kissing his way down the sticky trail, a smile on his lips. 

“Buddha, please” you whined, hand going to his hair to loosen his bun, allowing his hair to fall free and frame his face. He smiled up at you, only moving the lollipop further down your body.

“Do you think I could make you cum with this?” he questions with a smirk on that pretty face, biting your inner thigh for funsies, because he is Buddha.

“Please," you pleaded, tossing your head back against the pillow. 

With his index and middle finger, Buddha spread your lips apart, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your clit. The action caused you to jolt, bucking against his face. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, behave now, baby” He coos, taking the lollipop and rubbing circles with it on your clit.

You moan out his name, legs twitching around his head as he continues his ministrations on your poor bud. He pressed the lollipop down on your clit, then he lowers his head and suck on the candy, lips stretching into a wicked smile.

“My sweet coming from a sweet, look at that”, he whispers, dragging the lollipop down between your folds. Buddha traces your slit with the lollipop, softly pressing the candy into you.

“Come on, baby, you know you want it” he speaks in a hushed sweet voice that has you shivering, hole clenching around the lollipop.

“Buddha, I can’t” you rasps, desperate to come, the god only chuckled lowly, pulling the lollipop out of you, and popping it into his mouth. Taking his time tasting you on the lollipop. 

He pulled the lollipop out of his mouth with a pop and pushed the candy into your mouth, “suck on that for me, pretty lady”

The god moved down and sucked your clit once again, moving down and tracing the tip of his tongue around your slit, shoving his tongue into your hole. His grip tightened on your thighs, keeping you still. The lollipop in your mouth did little to stop the moans and groans slipping out of you. 

Buddha devoured you like a hungry man, soon enough you were cumming in his mouth, on his face. His nose giving your clit the attention she needed whilst his tongue tortured your gushing hole as you came. 

When the god had his fair share of you, he pulled back, chin wet with your slick. He smiled and came over you, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth and kissing you softly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. 

His eyes soften as he assesses you and takes in your blissed state. He kissed your forehead and whispered sweet praises, stealing his lollipop from you with a cocky smirk. 

“I believe this is mine, sweets”

[shiftingwithmars]

Scars—Mattheo Riddle fanfic

A/N: I’m absolutely in love with Mattheo/Marcus’ scars so ofc I had to make a fic about it! Summary: Mattheo Riddle has always been insecure about his scars. They reminded him of his past, a past that included his father, which he so desperately wanted to forget. However, his girlfriend doesn’t feel the same.

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, slight angst if you squint, mentions of abuse, mentions of fighting, use of Y/N, established relationship, modern AU? please let me know if I missed any.

Song(s) listened to while writing: Kiss My Scars by August Royals.

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You drew stars around my scars

“Y/n?” You glanced up from your book as your name was called, giving Pansy a friendly smile as she approached you. “What’s wrong?” You questioned, noticing her worried expression. “It’s Mattheo. He got into another fight.” Pansy explained, your gaze immediately flickering up to meet hers.

You picked through the crowd, coming to the edge of the sea of students. Theodore and Enzo were struggling to hold Mattheo back, meanwhile Draco and Blaise held Cormac McLaggen out of reach of your boyfriend. Mattheo lunged for Cormac again, but his attempts were cut short as Theodore and Enzo pulled him back. “Say it again, you damn son of a—“ Mattheo’s words were cut short as he noticed you out of the corner of his eye. His eyes filled with a mix between shame and surprise.

“What’s wrong? Don’t want your little girlfriend to watch me beat your ass?” Cormac taunted, and Mattheo’s expression filled with rage once more. He began to surge forward again, but your hand on his chest stopped him. “Leave it, Matty. He’s not worth it.” You said softly, meeting his eyes with a look of sympathy and worry. “Yeah, listen to your girlfriend, Matty.” Cormac taunted.

You grabbed Mattheo’s hand, your grip firm as you pulled Mattheo away, ignoring Cormac’s taunting calls as you two left. You headed back to your dorm, closing the door behind you two and sitting on your bed. Mattheo sat down beside you, staring at the ground. He still looked angry, but now he also looked……sad? “Alright, what happened?” You asked softly, brushing a loose curl from Mattheo’s eyes.

“It’s nothing.” Mattheo responded, brushing off your attempts to comfort him. “Matty, it’s clearly not nothing. What happened?” You asked again, gently pulling him closer. Mattheo slowly glanced up at the mirror in the corner of the room, his expression full of pain. “Cormac said some things he shouldn’t have, okay? Just leave it. Please.” You ignored his plead, gently taking his face in your hands. “What’s wrong? Seriously, don’t just brush me off.”

A Mattheo sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “My scars…” Mattheo trailed off, inhaling sharply before continuing. “Cormac called them disgusting. He wouldn’t shut up about them, and I just couldn’t stand it…” Mattheo trailed off once more, closing his eyes as a tear ran down his cheek.

You gently reached out and brushed the tear from his cheek, your expression soft as you curled up beside him. “Cormac is wrong. Your scars are beautiful, Mattheo.” Mattheo scoffed, rolling his eyes. “How are they beautiful? My father gave them to me.” He huffed. “I know. But they’re proof that you survived.” You said softly, gently kissing the scar on his left cheek. Mattheo sighed, letting his eyes flutter closed at the contact.

You smiled as you grabbed a marker from your nightstand, rolling up Mattheo’s sleeves. His expression filled with confusion as you uncapped the marker, and he pulled away from you. “What are you doing?” He questioned, his brow quirked with confusion. “Just trust me.” You said softly, gently pulling him back towards you.

You held his arm still as you began to draw, your touch light and gentle. Gentle patterns repeated as you moved across his arm, pulling away when you were finished to admire your work. Mattheo stared at his arms, his eyes wide with admiration. You drew hearts around his scars.

Mattheo just stared at his arm with a look of amazement. “I love you…” he said softly, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Trust me, idiot, I know.”

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A/N: Due to some recent things I’ve seen, I cut the “Cardigan” by Taylor Swift reference out of the fic. I do not support Taylor, and I felt it wasn’t a good idea to include her in a fic about someone suffering from abuse after the very ableist things she’s done.

[thebiggestbugking]

this is going to be long but semi important(if you follow me)

Ok so as all of my Lovey Martians know I procrastinate a lot. I am very sorry about that. The reason this is coming up because I know a bunch of you want part 2 of Perfect for us, but I’m not going to release it yet. I have decided to turn it into a story. It will be on here and my archive of our own. Another thing is I’m going to be changing my pic on my profile. I love Connor don’t get me wrong but I need a change. Another thing, I love DBH still, but I’m also going to start making headcanons for other stuff, I have kinda been neglecting my other fandoms.  I will be starting with video games and then move onto tv shows. PLEASE, do not harass me about DBH. I will still be posting DBH stuff but I don't want to be a DBH only blog. If you really don’t like that you can leave, I will be sad if you do but if you really don’t like my content fine...I just want to broaden my horizon a bit. And as always my ask box is always open and submission too. I love you guys and thank you for understanding. Have a good day my Martians!

-Love Mars 

[marsthegaymer]

Promises

Mommy! Lady Dimitrescu x Little! Reader

Warning(s): Age regression, angst, yelling, fluff in the next part.

a/n: This will be in two parts. I had fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy.

Summary:

What happens when Alcina runs out of promises?

Y/N’s pov

I wake up to a cold empty bed. Where’s my mommy? I pull off the covers and grab (your favorite stuffie). I hold them close to my chest as I go around looking for her. “Mommy” I call softly. I hear the padding of my feet as I walk down the long hallway. I per into one of the rooms. “Mommy? Are u in here” I ask but she’s not there. I eventually find her in her study. I walk up to her. “Mommy” I call her name. She looks up at me and smiles. “What are you doing up little one” she asks. “ I woke up an chu not dere” I say quietly. “Mommy has work I need to do” she sighs. “ I know mommy I just wan chu” I say. She sighs before getting up. “Come on little one. Back to bed” she says holding her hand out. I hold her hand and cling to her side. She walks me back to the room and lays me down. 

“Alright little one. No more getting up okay” she asks. “I jus wan chu sweeps wit me” I say. “I won’t go anywhere I’ll be here” mommy says. I cuddle into her and start drifting when she starts playing with my hair. I wake up in the morning to no mommy. I thought she was going to stay with me. I got up from the bed with my stuffie. I walk straight to her study and see her doing more work and I pout. I walk in and go straight up to her. “Hi mommy “ I say softly. “Not right now, I’m busy” she says going through papers. “But mommy, I hungy. An I wan chu” I say even softer. “Mommy’s really busy right now. Have the maids make you something. “Okay mommy. Can chu pway water” I ask her. “Yeah, whatever. Just let me work” she says.

I walk out and down the hallway. I walk into the kitchen. And she Bela messing with one of the maids. She turns her head to me and smiles. “Hey there little one” she says softly and flies over to me. “How’s my favorite little bug” she asks putting hair behind my ear. “Gud I jus hungy” I replied. “We’ll have to fix that yeah?” She says turning to the maid. “ chocolate pancakes and strawberries will do” she orders the maid. She turns to me and smiles. “ why don’t you hang out with mom” she asks. “She busy so I cant” I say a little quiet. “Oh sorry bug. I bet Dani can play” she suggests. I nod and turn around. I walk to Dani’s door. “Dani” I call softly. The door opens and Dani instantly smiles. “Hey there pup” she says sweetly. “Cans we pway “ I ask. “Of course! Come in” she exclaimed. 

After a while the maid comes in with the food. “Tank chu” I say loudly at the maid. “Of course” she says smiling. I eat all of it and continue playing before I start getting sleepy. “Hey, you sleepy little one” Dani asks. I nod as I rub my eyes. “Go tell mom, so she can put you down” she says. I walk back to the study and walk up to mommy. “ Mommy, I sweepy” I say yawning. “ okay, I’ll be there in a second” she says not looking up at me. I nod and walk into the room and plop down on the bed. I wait there for a while before I get up and go back to her. “Mommy” I ask. “Mommy pease I sweepy” I say. She sighs harshly before getting up and walking past me. I run to catch up with her. She gets me ready for a nap in a hurry. As soon as I am tucked in she heads for the door. “Mommy? I fought chu gon stay wit me” I ask. “Mommy has work to do. Mother Miranda Needs mommy to do something’s for her.” She replies. 

“Okie. Can we pway after I wakes up” I ask her and she nods before shutting the door. I lay down excited to play since she hasn’t for a while. I fall asleep pretty easily. I wake up a couple hours later and excitedly getting up. I go straight to the study. “Mommy!!! Are chu weady to pway” I say excitedly and jumping up and down.”not right now Y/N” she says. “But mommy you promised” I whine and keep asking her to play with me. “Y/N” she says firmly and I stop jumping. “I need you to stop coming in here. I said I was working do you not understand simple words” she says harshly. I feel tears pooling in my eyes. “Um…yeah” I was quietly. “Then why can you not listen to simple instructions and not bother me” she says raising her voice. “I-I’m sowwy mommy” I say almost at a whisper. “Excuse me “ she asks harshly. “I just said sowwy” I say with my lip quivering. “Do not have attitude with me “ she says grabbing my arm. She pulls me into the hallway and I fall on the floor crying. “Now leave me be” she says and slams the door. Tears are streaming down my face. Why was mommy being so mean? I knew I didn’t want to be around her. I wanted auntie Donna.

I run to the room sobbing. I grab one of my bags and put a stuffie and my favorite snack and sippy cup with water. I put my shoes and jacket on and walk out the door. I use a map I found to find Donna’s house. I get lost and Duke comes to my rescue. “Ah Y/N, what are you don’t out here all alone” he asks. “Mommy was be mean I wan see auntie Donna.  “ well she lives in that direction “ he says pointing to a gate. “Tank chu duke” I say walking the direction of the gate. “Anytime” he exclaims. I walk down a pathway through the forest. I hear something moving in the bushes. Scared, I start running and eventually get to auntie Donna’s house. I run up to the door and knock repeatedly with tears streaming down my face. The door opens and it’s Angie.

“Y/N! Have you come come to play? Where’s the tall one” she asks. “I ran away” I reply. She lets me in and I walk in the door. Donna comes down the stairs. “Y/N what are you doing here” she asks coming up to me. She notices my tears and rushes up to me. “What happened little one” she asks sweetly. “Mommy no wan pway! She keeps ignoring me and she yelled at me because I bother her” I explain sobbing. “Oh honey” she says hugging me. “Oh jeez, you’re freezing” she exclaims. “Come on little one let’s get you warm” she says softly. She wraps me in blankets on her couch and brings me hot chocolate. “There you go baby. All warm now” she says softly. “Can I has cuddles” I ask and she smiles. “Come here love” she says with her arms out. I climb into her arms and cuddle into her. After a bit I feel myself falling asleep. She strokes my hair to help me fall asleep and I eventually fall into a peaceful sleep.

[universesweetheart]

Birthday Gift (Dazai x Reader)

In which it's Osamu's birthday

Is it his bday? No, but do I want to write and post this? Fuck yes. So enjoy you virgins

Read my other Dazai's oneshot here, here, here & here :]

Bye now - Mars ♡

“Bella?” Dazai called out as he entered the room. Dazai has had a whirlpool of devasting thoughts when you didn’t pick up his call. This was a first, you were always so willing to hear from him. To talk with him. He couldn’t help but be worried when you didn’t. Afterall, he was now accustomed to your affections. He even shamelessly sought them out. So imagine his surprised when he called his Bella and she didn’t pick up and greet him with that sweet sweet voice that made him rock hard in an instant.

“Kitchen, love” your sweet voice called out to him, like the riches of honey pouring over his raw soul. Without hesitation he found himself rushing to the kitchen, only to internally gasped when he saw the sight in front of him. Heart like a wild beast confined by his very ribs, trying to leap out of his chest.

You, his belladonna, were in pajamas pants with a bralette loosely covered by a Kiss the Chef apron. In front of you on the island counter there was a cake, the icing only of a white layer and when his eyes caught hold of the multiple colors in different bowls, he guessed it was unfinished.

“I guess it won’t be much of a surprise then,” you laughed, “that’s fine though” placing down your piping bag you closed the distance between the two of you and greeted your boyfriend with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I missed you today, Osamu” you kissed his lips, “So much,” you kissed his lips again.

“Mm”

You loved kissing Dazai, you loved showing Dazai affection and receiving affection from Dazai. You felt safe and secure whenever you were with him. His lips were the softest plush heaven you’ve ever felt. To have access to such divinity, to have it be yours made you feel like the goddess you were. Even the thought of Dazai brought you a sense of warmth. Oh, how you loved this man.

Dazai, of course, willingly kissed you back repeatedly. How could he ever be tired of your affections? Of your kisses? Of you? He felt like a man that just had a sip of water after days of going without it. “Why didn’t you pick up earlier? I got worried” he pouted but you saw the genuine concern within the depts of his brown eyes. Beautiful brown eyes. Milky chocolate pool of richness.

Your face beamed as a bright smile overtook it, “Promise you won’t laugh” you kissed the corner of his mouth, arms still secured around his figure, “I didn’t want to get my phone messy” you giggled, “Sorry if I worried you, love, wasn’t my intention.” Eyes crinkled as you smiled.

Dazai let out a breath, chuckling “what am I going to do with you?” his arms found your waist bringing you closer to his body. As a result, you felt your breast pressed up against his chest.

“Hmm well for starters, help me finish this cake” you suggested, “What’s it for?”

“Osamu Dazai,” you said sternly, and a childlike smile crept up on his face, his handsome face that you could stare at forever. “Your birthday, old man”

“Ah, that was today? It must have slipped my mind” he thought out loud. Truth was, he remembered it quite well, he just hated the idea of celebrating his birth into this god forsaken world. Life wasn’t worth celebrating to him, not his at least. He’d celebrate yours everyday of the year if you let him.

You kissed his lips again, “I know you dislike celebrating it, but I thought a cake would be nice, mostly because I wanted cake” and in a singsong voice “Plus I got you a gift,” another kiss, “and… another gift too”

As he eyed you, a smirk found itself onto his lips, leaning down he kissed you biting your bottom lip in the process of pulling away. “Must you always tease Bella?” his hand found it’s path lower onto the curve of your ass; squeezing it. Kneading the soft fat, pushing, and pulling and gripping and jiggling it. Gods, he was obsessed with your sweet ass.

“I don’t know what you mean babe” you reached up to kiss him for the millionth time since he came but he pulled away. Standing at his full height. Cheeky bastard. You tiptoed and placed your hands around his neck, bullying your way into his space to steal yet another kiss. “Don’t deny me of these lips, baby”

Your lips left his and went to his jaw, and then lower to his neck and when you bit down on that sweet spot, he found himself groaning. Hands automatically squeezing your ass harder. “Such a tease” he mumbled in between gasps as you kept sucking and biting his neck. No doubt leaving a trail of purple marks that will later birth hickeys.

“So which present do you want first?” you asked staring at his lust filled eyes. The gods knew what they were doing when they made this special face of your lover.

“The gift…the gift” he smiled and sought out your lips again, swallowing your words of praise.

“What about finishing this cake?”

“I want another cake” Dazai scooped you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, “can wait” he mumbled as his mouth found your neck. Licking, biting and then sucking and the pattern continued from your jaw down to her neck and then your collarbone, and even lower to your breasts.

He walked to the couch and sat down, your bodies close, fitting perfectly, together. “My gift woman”

“Eh? Demands?” you pulled away, your body straddling his thighs, “I’m only letting you off because it’s your birthday and I love you.”

He smiles, “Are you going to keep your birthday boy waiting?” teasing words as his smile stretches into a smirk, “And I love you too, Bella”

Returning his smile with one of your own, you stand up and shimmy down your pajamas pants, revealing your nude bottom half.

Dazai’s eyes beams in excitement, and he licks his lips, “It’s pink for self-indulgent purposes”

He waits for you to explain yourself further, but you don’t. “Take a guess please.”

“Bend over and let me see”

“You’re no fun, at least act surprised”

“Oh Bella, what is it? What is it?” he fakes excitement and smiles as you roll your eyes. Soon enough, he’s pulling you down and holding you down over his lap. Shamelessly ogling your juicy behind. Dazai is not always a patient man, you’ve learned that the hard way. The very hard way.

His hand come down and lands a hard smack on your ass cheek, causing your body to jolt forward and a whine to escape your lips. Rubbing the red flesh and massaging the skin between his fingers, he uses his other hand and spread your ass apart revealing the baby pink jeweled dazzling butt plug stuffing you.

“Happy birthday to me” he whispers and kisses your ass, teeth biting into the plump flesh. A soft whine escaping your lips as your lover bit down on your ass.  

Part 2: here

[shiftingwithmars]

“Hey, what’s the worst book/fanfic trope?”

“Oh, probably—“

THE FUCKING CHEATING TROPE IS THE WORST ONE

[thebiggestbugking]

to my lovely followers

Hey so, I'm sorry for the delay in part two of “perfect for us” I have been really busy with planning my birthday and doing school work. My birthday is the 2oth and i think all my friends except for two are going to be out of town and money’s really tight and my school work is online and it’s my first time doing online school.I’m so sorry for the delay in both the story and more headcanons. i will get to work on the stories and some fanart today. Thank you all for being patient

-Love

Mars

[marsthegaymer]

Promises Prt 2 <3

Part 1

Mommy! Lady Dimitrescu x Little! Reader

Warning(s): Age regression, angst, yelling, fluff.

a/n: This is the second part. I had fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy.

Summary: Alcina comes to get Y/N and makes it up to them

Alcina’s pov

I sigh as I feel myself start to get hungry. I get up out of my chair and make my way out of the room. I walk by Y/N and i’s room. I should probably check on her. I walk into our room and she’s no where to be found. Hm, that’s odd. I walk out and look for Daniela. “Daniela have you seen Y/N” I ask. “The last time I saw her is when she left to go take a nap” Daniela explains. I ask the maids but nothing. I start to get worried. I walk into the trading room. “ duke have you seen Y/N at all” I ask. “Why yes, I have. She was walking to Lady beneviento’s house. She wanted directions. She was upset” he explains. “Why? Why did she want to walk there she could have just asked” I say. “She was upset, in tears. She was upset at something you did”he says. My eyes widen when I realize why. I feel so stupid. I walk out of the room to the chambermaid. “Get the carriage ready for  Lady beneviento’s house”I order her and she goes right away. I hope she forgives me. 

Y/N’s pov

I wake up to Donna calling my name. “Mommy” I ask rubbing my eyes. “No it’s me love” Donna says softly. I sigh softly. “Are you hungry” she asks. I nod and she holds out her hand. “Come on. I have a sandwich for you” she says. I hold her hand and she leads me to the table. “There you go honey” she says softly. I eat all my lunch happily and hand the plate to Donna when there is a knock at the door. “I’ll be right back” Donna says softly and goes to answer the door. Mommy walks in the door and I get excited for a second before remembering what happened. Mommy looks at me and smiles. “ Hey there baby. Mommy’s here to pick you up “ she says softly. I hide behind Donna and shake my head. “ baby you have to come home. You scared me little bug “ she says. “ no wan go. Mommy ma me cwy.”

I say . “I know and I’m sorry but we have to get home” I say. “But all’s chu do is work. Chu jus ignore me “ I yell at her and she sighs. She bends down to my height and puts her hand on my cheek. I hold her hand and lean into her touch. “Look, I shouldn’t have ignored you. I get caught up in work and ignore you. I’m supposed to look after you. Baby I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I understand it takes you longer to understand things. Please forgive me little one” she begs. I smile and hold her hand tighter. “ I fogives chu mommy” I says and she smiles. She leans in and kisses my cheek. “Now let’s get you home. We can cuddle when we get home” she says softly. I giggle jumping up and down. “Yayyyy” I say smiling. 

We arrive home and I get knocked over by hugs from Dani, Bela, and Cass. “Careful girls” mommy says softly. “I’m so glad you weren’t lost” Dani says. “Come along little one. I believe I promised you something” Mommy says smiling. I hold her hand and we go to the room. “Alright let’s get all comfy” she says grabbing a pair of pajamas. Mommy helps me undress and put on my pajamas. “You ready draga mea” mommy asks. I nod and plop down on the bed. She pulls me into her lap and I lay my head down on her chest. I cuddle into her as she wraps her arms around me. “I wub chu mommy” I say yawning. “You’re so cute draga mea” she says stroking my hair. I know my mommy messes up sometimes but I will always still love her.

[redassassin]

where do we go from here

This is my creation for the MM nets gift exchange, for @yadrieljulian​! Happy Holidays, Eleanor! Have some nobell <3

Danna remembered little from her butterfly in the cathedral, its memory having been erased when it died. Only that butterfly had entered the cathedral, but a dozen had been outside, waiting and watching. She couldn’t exactly hear in swarm mode, but she could see, and one sight haunted her as she spent days in her swarm, trapped in her own brain. 

Nova’s face. She’d never seen Nova look so frightened. 

The fear that flashed over her face, although only for a moment, changed her whole opinion of Nova. 

She was scared. 

And although it disappeared moments later, replaced with resolve, it lingered in her eyes. 

And Danna wanted to help. 

She didn’t think she’d ever get used to converging out of her swarm. When the butterfly was trapped she’d tried every hour, her butterflies swirling around in desperation, but each time she’d land, exhausted and discouraged. When she woke up in Ruby’s bed the first thing she’d noticed was the pain. It felt like every cell in her body was dying. Every breath ached, but through her pain, she managed to whisper a few words to Ruby, who stood over her, water and a damp cloth in hand.

“Where’s Nova?”

Ruby only shrugged. “Probably at her house, maybe HQ? She’s been spending a lot more time there since Max got hurt. Adrian really wanted her help finding Nightmare, and I think she’s worried about Max.”

A twinge of jealousy surfaced in her heart. She knew that Adrian liked Nova. Everyone knew, including Nova. She had always been relatively indifferent, but the news that they were working together hurt more than she wanted it to. 

As much as she hated Nightmare, she couldn’t hate Nova, and she didn’t want to jeopardize her relationship with Adrian. Danna knew that Nova’s secret would destroy Adrian. Nightmare’s case was so closely intertwined with his family that there was no way things could end well between them. 

Danna was lost in her thoughts and didn’t notice that Ruby was watching her until Ruby cleared her throat. 

“Why?”

She contemplated her options. She knew that Ruby wouldn’t directly tell anyone if Danna asked her to keep it a secret, but she wasn’t the best actor, and Oscar and Adrian would definitely notice something was up. But Nova needed help, and Danna was a smooth liar. 

“If I tell you, will you promise not to tell anyone? And I mean anyone. Not your family, not Oscar, and definitely not Adrian.”

“I promise.” She held out her pinky, her expression dead serious. Danna rolled her eyes but linked her pinky with Ruby’s. 

“Nova is Nightmare.”

 Ruby gasped, her hand flying up to her mouth. 

“Everything okay in here?” Ruby’s mom poked her head into the room. 

Ruby’s eyes were still wide, but she dropped her hand and waved her mom away. “Everything’s fine.” 

“Anything I can get you, dear?” Ruby’s mom turned her gaze to Danna, her eyebrows scrunched in concern. 

Danna grabbed the glass on Ruby’s bedside table, taking a sip. “I’m fine. Thank you so much for your hospitality, I know it was a lot of trouble.”

“It was nothing. I’m glad you’re all right! We were all so worried.” 

“Bye mom!” She escorted her mom to the door and shut it firmly behind her, pressing her hand to her mouth once again. 

“I know. It’s crazy, but she’s not the bad guy. You should have seen her face. She’s scared, Ruby. I don’t think she wants to be one of them, or she’s too scared to leave. They’re manipulating her, and I want to help.” 

“But, Max- why would she-” 

“I don’t know, but Genissa was the one that reported it, and I don’t trust anything she says. I’m giving Nova the benefit of the doubt until she proves otherwise.”

Ruby laughed. “Are you sure you don’t want to help her just because she’s pretty?”

“Ruby!” Danna blushed. “That’s beside the point. She’s been misled.”

“I was joking. I agree we should help her. What’s the first move?

“I want to talk to her. Tell her what I know, that I want to help, and that I won’t tell anyone, as long as she tells me everything.” She moved to stand, but her knee buckled and she almost landed face-first on the floor. 

“First, you’re going to eat and drink and take a long nap. You need to rest, Danna. You’ve never stayed in swarm mode that long, and you don’t know what effect it’s had yet.” 

“I’m not taking a nap. This is time-sensitive. I need to talk to her now before she does something she’ll regret. Or worse, before she’s discovered.”

“...Fine. But I’m driving. You are not walking and definitely not transforming. And we’re picking up food on the way.”

“Curly fries?”

“You know it.”

Ruby dropped her off in front of Headquarters. Danna slipped through the doors, and up the stairs, heading up to the artifaacts department. She poked her head in, giving the room a once-over. Callum noticed her, and a smile consumed his face.

“Monarch! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you here. What can I do for you today?” 

“Hey, Callum. Is Nova here? I need to talk to her.” 

He shook his head.

“I think she’s-” He paused, squinting at her. “Oh. You know, don’t you?” 

Danna started. Callum never ceased to surprise her. She wasn’t surprised that he knew, but she was surprised that he’d never said anything. Callum was as loyal as they came in the Renegades. But he was loyal to his friends, too. 

“Yeah. I know. And I’m worried about her. I know she’s a villain, but I really don’t think she’s a bad person.”

“She’s not. I’ve known since the night she broke in, and honestly, she might know that I know.”

“They’re manipulating her, and she doesn’t even know it. I want to help her.”

Callum nodded. “I think she’s in her office. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

Danna made her way the door. “Thanks.”

He waved. “Good luck!”

Taking the stairs to avoid any unwelcome company in the elevator, Danna made her way up to the third floor and through the maze of cubicles towards the large window Nova’s office space was nestled against. 

Nova was glued to her computer, typing and clicking away feverishly. Danna leaned against the entry, waiting for her to notice. When she didn’t, Danna cleared her throat. She jumped, spinning in her chair to face Danna. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey, Danna! I didn’t know you were back. Are you okay?” Her voice was higher than usual, and she could barely meet Danna’s eyes. 

“Nova, I know.” 

She straightened, looking past Danna, possibly planning an escape. 

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I know, Nova.”

“What are you doing, Danna?”

“I want to help you.” She held out her hand. Nova only stared at it. 

“You want to… help? Danna, what?” 

“Not like that. I want to help you. Please, just come with me.”

Nova took her hand and let Danna led her down the stairs and out the doors. They walked down the street towards the park where the Sidekick Olympics were held. 

“Danna…” 

“Just wait.” They walked along the path, until Nova gasped and dragged her along, until they entered a small glen with a large statue in the center. 

“Whoa,” Danna gasped. Nova ignored her, sitting on a mossy rock close to the entrance, pulling her knees to her chest. She stared at Danna, waiting for her to speak. 

Danna sat next to her, their legs just barely touching. Nova scooted away a little, turning an accusing glare onto her. 

“So. You know.”

“I know.” 

She tensed, her fists clenched in preparation for an attack. 

“I want to help you, Nova. They’re abusing you. You’re the victim. You need to get away from them.”

“They’re my family, Danna. They’re all I have left.”

“They’re using you, Nova. You’re just too stubborn to admit it. Just tell me what’s going on. Why are you with them?”

Nova watched her, her eyes roaming Danna’s face, perhaps searching for the sincerity that Danna hoped was apparent. Her eyes even skimmed over her lips, focusing there for only a second before snapping up to her eyes.

“The Renegades let my parents die. They promised us protection and they lied. I watched them die in front of me, their blood splattering against my face. I heard my baby sister’s cries silenced by a gunshot knowing that if I had been stronger or smarter or faster I could have saved her.” She paused, burying her face in her hands to hide the tears streaming down her face. Danna’s heart broke with every word Nova managed to choke out. 

“I’m so sorry, Nova.” 

Nova say up, wiping the tears from her eyes and glaring at Danna, scooting away from her. 

 “I hid in the closet waiting for the Renegades to come to save me, even though it was too late for my family. I put the hitman to sleep when he came after me. I waited for hours whispering that the Renegades will come, because they always come, don’t they? That’s their job. But they didn’t. And you know who did? My uncle. Ace Anarchy. He saved me, raised me. The Renegades aren’t perfect. They aren’t even good. They’re corrupt and society would be better without them.” She broke down again, not even attempting to pull away when Danna wrapped her arms around her. Danna held her for a while, letting her cry in her arms. Nova eventually pulled away, meeting Danna’s eyes. Nova’s brown eyes were sparkling from her tears, her face an inch away from Danna’s. Her heart fluttered. Nova wasn’t pulling away, and if anything, she was leaning closer. Danna’s heart was pounding in her chest, so loudly that she was sure Nova could hear it. She held Nova’s gaze, her lips parting slowly. Nova leaned forward, brushing her lips against Danna’s. She sighed, melting into the kiss. 

Nova pulled away, much sooner than Danna wished. 

“I- I’m sorry,” Nova whispered. “I know you don’t like me like that, and even if you did, I’m an anarchist and-”

Danna cupped her cheek and pressed her lips to Nova’s once again, pulling her close. Nova gasped, and the sound sent electricity coursing through her veins. 

Danna pulled away, her forhead resting against Nova’s. 

“I definitely do like you that way.”

Nova only nodded, her eyes focused on her lips. 

“And I don’t think you’re an anarchist. You may not be a renegade, but you’re not an anarchist.”

“What am I, if not one of them. I can’t be alone again. Never again,” she whispered. 

“You’re not alone.” Danna ran her thumb under Nova’s eye, brushing away the tear that remained. “You’re our only hope.”

[doubled-trouble]

two hearts on the line

The summer is over and Luz has to go home. Her goodbyes are painful, the people she had met became her family, and now she’s leaving, not knowing when she would be back, or if she could ever return. She spends her last days with her friends. They travel the Boiling Isles, making as many memories as they can, collecting souvenirs to remember their times together. Luz has been keeping track of the time since she first decided to stay, ensuring that she doesn’t miss the day she’s meant to return from camp. She dreads the day she has to leave, and as she slowly packs up her belongings tears start to form in her eyes. She doesn’t want to leave, but if her mother ever finds out- Luz shakes her head, clearing the thought from her head. Her mother won’t find out. Why should she? Even if Luz lets something slip about the realm of witches and demons, her mother would assume it’s another one of her fantasies.

Luz spends her last week saying goodbye. She drags her friends to every corner of the Isles. She knows she’ll never know everything about this magical world, but she wants to remember as much as she can. Her phone fills up with pictures, and she finds herself deleting her pictures from before the summer just to make room.

The final goodbye is the worst. Eda surprises her by pulling her into the tightest hug she’s

ever felt, saying nothing as the minutes dragged on. King joins them, followed by Willow and Gus. Amity stands off to the side, watching them with hesitant eyes. Luz notices her hesitation, and gestures through her tears. Amity’s thin arms wrap around them, and they all wait for Luz to pull away, but she doesn’t.  She d0esn’t want to, but her time is up. She has to go home.

Home.

Luz finds herself contemplating that word more and more as her time in the Boiling Isles draws to its close. She may have never fit in her world, but it is her home. It's where her mom is, where she grew up. But, after careful consideration, she realises that the Boiling Isles is her home too. She can have two homes. The people she met here were her family, and she will never forget them.

Luz pulls away, and the crowd of teary-eyed individuals disperses. Eda’s mismatched eyes are shining with unshed tears, and her voice shakes as she holds a bag out to Luz.

“Here you go, kid. A couple of things to remember us by.”

“Eda…”

“Kid, if you say one more word-” Her voice breaks a little, and she turns away, covering her face.

Luz smiles, but her next sentence is interrupted by Amity.

“Hey, Luz. Can I talk to you? Alone?”

She nods, letting Amity lead her away from the group.

There’s something in Amity’s face that Luz has been seeing more and more often. She’s nervous, a dark blush spreading across her cheeks. A knot settles in Luz’s stomach. She knows what’s coming. She had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but it’s too late.

“Luz, I-”

“Amity….”

“I love you. I love you, Luz. I wasn’t sure before, but you’re leaving and I know now and I love you. I had to tell you, I have to-”

“Amity, I’m leaving. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back. Portals are hard to find, and Eda’s was destroyed. We have different lives. You’ll become one of the most powerful witches on the Boiling Isles, and I’ll live my human life.”

“Luz, please.”

“I’m sorry, Amity. If things were different... but it’s not fair to either of us. You deserve to be happy, to love someone who is always there.”

“Luz, wait, please, I-”

But Luz is already gone, her shoulders slumped. She only turns back once, offering Amity a small smile and wave.

Amity can’t move. She knows that nothing could ever come of them, but to be brushed off like that, as if it didn’t matter, as if there was no chance at all- it hurts.

It hurts more than anything had ever hurt her before.

It hurts more than all the harsh words from her parents. It hurt more than the birthday where her friendship with Willow was shattered.

She can’t move. So she just stands there, watching as Luz says her tearful goodbyes and accepts her bag from Eda. The portal they had worked so hard to create opens, and Luz waves from the doorway.

“I love you.” Amity whispers. No one hears her. The others all break down, heading back to the Owl House to comfort each other. Amity is rooted in her spot, unable to move. She stares at the spot the portal occupied moments ago, before it swallowed Luz, and with her, all of her hopes and dreams.

Amity doesn’t cry until she’s safely in her room, the door latched and locked. She throws herself onto the bed, burying her head in the pillow as all her feelings flow out in salty tears. Was she so naive to think that Luz would love her back? That she would stay, if only for a little while? That they would have a chance, no matter how short or miniscule.

Her sobs grow quieter, and her eyelids droop. She ignores the quiet knocks on her door, and even when they grow louder she doesn’t answer. Amity lays on her side, feigning sleep as the door creaks open. Footsteps pad through the room, muffled by the rug. A blanket is pulled over her, and she tries to steady her breathing. Only as the footsteps retreat does she open her eyes, attempting to catch a glimpse of the person, but her vision is blurry with tears and she’s exhausted. Her eyes flicker shut again and she falls into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Luz finds herself in the same forest where the portal first appeared. The wind rustles through the leaves as she makes her way back home.

When Eda’s portal first was lost, Luz sent the video she recorded to her mom. Too scared for a response, she muted the thread. But when she was finally ready to check, her phone was dead, with no means to charge it. They had tried for weeks to make another portal, to find another portal, anything to allow Luz to talk to her mom. But their luck ran out, and Luz was left wondering.

Her mom doesn’t see her at first, her back is turned, watching the road where the distinct sound of a retreating bus can be heard.

“Mamá?”

Camila spins around. “Luz?”

She runs to her mom, throwing her arms around her.

“Te extrañe mucho, mamá.”

“Oh, Luz. I missed you too. So much. The video you sent me, what-?”

“I’ll tell you everything, te prometo. Can we go home first?” Her head is spinning, still unable to process everything that has happened today. Leaving. Amity. Home.

She takes her mother’s hand, leading her back home. She sets her bag down by the table and sits in her old spot, some of her old runes in her hand and her phone charging nearby.

“Are you hungry?” Luz nods. Human food is strange to her now, but she eats it with relish. Another  reminder that she’s home.

Once she’s done, her mom sits down in front of her, her hands clasped on the table in anticipation. Luz takes a deep breath, her photo gallery open, runes spread out in front of her, and tells her story.

(part one of ?)

[akeijies]

fashion designer ! mitsuya who loves using you for measurements. roaming his hands all over you and claims that it's to make sure your clothes fit you perfectly. loves cupping your tits and delicately rakes his short nails along the skin and feels goosebumps form. eyes peeking over the frames of his glasses, watching the way your eyes flutter shut when he thumbs over your nipples, feeling the bud harden. he whispers how you're so perfect, about how this piece is made just for you. lets his hands slide down your body and over your sides, his fingertips whisper against the v that leads to your warm cunt. teasingly lets his finger dip into the warmth he so desperately wants to fuck. he'd bend you over his and feel the curve of your ass. dance his fingers down your spine and lean into your ear and ask if you know why these measurements are so important. he'll tell you that it won't leave any room for a bra or panties, that him bending you over now is so that he can see just how much give he needs so he can bend you over later and fuck you senseless without ripping the fabric. he loves the idea of making you cream on his cock while you're in something he made, anywhere he wants, whenever he feels.