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Clingy SOs/LIs

Writing Prompt:

How would your blorbo react to finding you missing from your bed? You had woken up in the night either too hot or just not feeling like allowing your blorbo to cuddle you at that time, and you didn't want to wake them up so you get up, tuck them in, and go sleep on the couch.

Had this thought while reading some grade A clinger fics. Which I ADORE in theory but in practice I would probably get too hot or eventually touching someone's skin may randomly give me the ick. So I was curious how the clingers from everyone's obsessions would react.

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God this is so cute!!!!!

I'm dying, I'm crying, I am gasping for air.

I want to print this out and hang it on my wall so that I look at it everyday!!!!!

A kiss on the lips 💋

Genshin Men x F!Reader

a/n: dedicated to @brynn-lear for giving me ideas for this fic and @harmonysanreads for winning her debate competition!! <3 hehe congrats. Also didn't proofread this, so if there's mistakes, oopsie

You pursue your lips and frown at yourself in the mirror. You sigh as you cup your cheek, looking over to your boyfriend helplessly. His face covered in kiss marks, you put down the lipstick on your make-up desk, countless lipsticks scattered all over.

"We haven't even found one lipstick yet that's stainproof! I'm sorry, you must be getting awfully bored of the experiment!"

Zhongli

Your boyfriend composed as usual, as he hums softly, wiping your lips gently with a makeup wipe. "Its alright, dear. We can keep continuing, I really hope you find that stainproof lipstick."

Unbeknownst to you, he already knew which lipstick was your stainproof one. It just... Doesn't seem to be amomg the pile of lipsticks you currently have. But that's okay, isn't it? Keep testing on him and maybe when he feels like it, he'll sneak back the stainproof lipstick on to your desk.

Childe

"It's okay honeybear! It's not boring at all!" Childe replies happily despite the countless of lipstick marks all over his face. In fact, he seems to be on cloud 9 even.

But how could he not? Not when you hold his face so gently in your warm hands as you gently press your lips to his face once again to leave a mark on him.

Unfortunately, it seems like your only stainproof lipstick has gone missing. But that's only something you will find out at the end of your experiment. It's alright though, he'll take you out after this to buy as much stainproof lipsticks after! Proudly with his kiss-marked face of course.

Diluc

Your boyfriend didn't reply, his hands curled up in his lap, frozen as a statue. His face littered with kiss marks, it seems like he was even more red than the marks itself..

"Diluc?" You called out again.

Ah, it seems like he came back from heaven, he fakes a cough as he replies back. "No.. worries, dear. We can take as long as you need to find it."

You found it a few kiss marks later, and you almost saw a trace of reluctance appear on his face as you gently wipe his face clean from your kiss marks.

Kaeya

"Dear, at this point, I'm starting to suspect you threw away your stainproof lipstick and just want an excuse to kiss me countless times!" He declared with a dramatic ounce to his tone.

You flush bright red. He... Did guess right. You wanted to see Kaeya flustered for once so you thought up of this experiment while hiding away your stainproof lipstick away.

Amused, he lifts his thumb to gently rub your lips, the colour slightly coming off. He leans his face closer to yours as he brushes his lips against yours. "My dear, you're so adorable, aren't you?"

A kiss mark left horizontally on your lips, as a flush covers your cheeks.

Alhaitham

He didn't reply back to you, his posture upright and a book held open in one hand as he heavily focused on reading in order to prevent himself from melting into a puddle at your light kisses all over his face.

You furrow your eyebrows, worrying that you're bothering him. "I'm not bothering you, am I? If you like, we can stop." You were about to put down your lipstick but suddenly he puts down his book to give you a stare.

You giggle as you understood that it meant he didn't mind and that you can continue whatever you were doing.

At the end of the day, if you had looked closer, you would have realised his ears were bright red throughout the entire process.

[lostmyshadesanon]

This is delightful. 10/10 will most likely read again.

Touchstarved Solomon, for our weary souls

Thank you @littlemisscactus for the prompt <33 Just a short little sfw drabble to cozy up with.

“Solomon?”

You pause in your trip to the kitchen of Cocytus Hall, stopped by a low light emanating from a door in the hallway – Solomon’s study. There’s no answer to your call, so you divert your path, heading to the barely ajar door and giving it a nudge open.

“Solomon!” you say again with exasperation, the mage looking up guiltily from his desk.He’s surrounded by several stacks of books and loose parchment sheets, a single lamp lighting the area along with a few half burned down candles. When he sees your expression, Solomon immediately slips into a half grin, though it does little to assuage the scowl on your face.

“Ah! So sorry, did I wake you?” he asks with a light laugh, gaze dropping to scribble a note before he forgot the thought he’d been following when you’d arrived.

“Do you have any idea what time it is? Have you been here all night?” you ask, moving to stand in front of his desk with your hands on your hips. You’d talked to him about this! He’d been pushing too hard lately, pulling all nighters before spending the entire day at RAD, and no matter how often he tried to laugh it off, you knew it was wearing on him. Even in the low light of the the room, you could see the dark circles cast under his eyes, and the weariness in his movements.

“Have I? Maybe. It’s so easy to lose track when you’re having fun,” Solomon sang, his grin still doing battle with your frown. He leaned back in his chair and looked at you, expression softening into something a little more honest. You were beautiful, he thought to himself idly, even when annoyed with him. He found you stunning at any time of day, but there was something about the way you looked at 3 am. Something about the fact that at 3am you were only his.

You give a huffy sigh, shaking your head and breaking off the staring contest you’d been entrapped in.

“You may be immortal, but you still need to sleep, you know,” you scold him, stepping around the desk to come closer to him, “You’re worrying me, pushing yourself like this.”  

“Well, I don’t want to worry my cutest appren-“ Solomon’s cheeky remark suddenly cut off, and you blinked down at him curiously. He stared up you, stricken suddenly sincere by your warm palms cupping his face. You’d only wanted to lift his face to look at you properly, but as you watched, the slightest shiver ran through Solomon’s body.  

“What was that? Hm?” you ask with a raised brow, thumbs brushing over Solomon’s cheekbones in a gentle caress. He gave a shuddering exhale, lashes casting shadows across his skin as his eyes fell shut.

“Ahhh…I don’t…remember…ha ha…” he mumbled weakly, lifting his own hands as if to cover yours, but halting to hover in the air without touching you. It was like he didn’t want to speak too loudly or make any sudden movements, lest your warmth suddenly leave him. You give a sigh that’s part amused, part heartbroken over his need.

Sliding your hands up, you run through fingers through his soft hair, rippling the silver locks and dragging your nails soothingly over his scalp. Unconsciously, Solomon lets out a moan that steals your breath, and drops his head to rest against your stomach. You let him settle there, scratching down the nape of his neck before pressing your thumbs on either side of his spine.

“Haaaah…shit…” he groans as you press the tension down his shoulders. For a few long moments you are both quiet and focused, him on your touch, and you on the effect it’s having on him. It’s enchanting, watching Solomon slowly drop his facade, exhaustion helping to reveal the desperate man underneath his easy smile and laugh.

“You need to sleep,” you whisper, and when there’s no immediate response, you wonder if he’s gotten ahead of you on that front.

“…not yet,” he finally says, the reply low and weary. He moves his own hands again, and this time he does touch you, palms burning at your hips as he clutches you there. You swallow, trying to ignore the flutter it causes in your chest.

Your hands begin to move again, stroking his neck soothingly, and you hear his breath hitch beneath you.

“…Solomon…?”

“…Mm…”

“If you go to bed, I’ll come lay down with you.”

Suddenly, Solomon wraps his arms around your waist and lifts, standing out of his chair with a grunt and bringing you into the air with the movement. A squeal leaves your lips as you pitch over his shoulder, his arms holding you secure there as he carries you from his office.

“To bed it is!” he cheers with sudden energy, your protests muffled in his back. Eventually you cease attempting to get upright and relent, huffing at the sound of his happy hums.

If it gets him to sleep, you suppose a bit of dignity is a small price to pay.

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HCs About the L.A.D.S "Packages"

My head canons about what's going on beyond the border of their belts, and there will be spoilers for the main storyline and their myth story lines so be warned.

Xavier

• Decent sized just slightly above in length and thickness.

• Show-er in that his race doesn't grow or shrink at all they are just always at full mass even when fully spent.

• If you've ever seen Zhongli from Genshin Impact's Archon form where he has the gradient from dark to light skin on his arms. Same concept but on Xavier's penis going from his lighter skin to a dusky matte black-blue with flecks of white that glow like stardust. He has a knot at the base with a horse like circular head.

• He has to knot to be able to release seed, though he's still able to experience orgasm without, it's just dry, or expelling a lightly glowing lubricant like substance. The seed also carries some bioluminescence, and he expells all built up seed in one session before having to rest to produce more. Though as stated prior he retains the same size throughout so can keep going if he wishes to while waiting to be able to knot again, and can dry orgasm in the meantime. Due to it being all at once it is quite alot, enough to give anyone a bit of bloat due to being filled.

Zayne

* Grower in that when you saw it for the first time you were a little disappointed, but you could work with it, and then it got bigger.

• The only normal looking human one. A couple noticeable veins to work with for some pop.

* The perfect size, doesn't matter what the size is that's perfect for you whatever it is he is somehow that size. He's linked to your soul, and I feel like "she" would somehow make it happen. Just so that if you and he attempted the act it would be so amazing that everyone else wouldn't compare and you'd miss it for the rest of your lives.

* Average amount of seed for an adult healthy male, but due to his busy work life he does get a bit backed up sometimes. So occasionally you'll get a bit more than you were expecting depending on how long it's been between sessions.

Sylus

* You were expecting him to be big considering how many times he's pulled you into his lap, and how he fills out his pants, and he is, but it's also because he has two.

* Always at half mass, but still a grower. The man is girthy to the point it's a bit snug to wedge it inside. They are stacked on top of each other and of similar lengths. The top one being girthier then the lower one with bulging veins. The lower is more comparable to an average man in girth, but with a curve pointed towards the top length.

* In his human form outside of there being two they look like normal penises. While in his "other" form the upper sides gain ridges and the lowers sides bulge slightly outwards making them girthier, and in his "other" form they are retractable into a pouch like space near his crotch area.

* He has breeder balls and comes copious amounts and seems to need very little rest time between orgasms to produce more. Though it gives the illusion of an average amount as it's split between two penises. In his "other form" the lower one loses the ability to express seed as it becomes a locking mechanism and the base will swell a bit more to keep the top penis wedged inside, but that means that all the seed is concentrated in one area, along with an increased stamina, will result in long and messy sessions.

Rafayel

*In his human form he's the smallest of the bunch. Still decently sized but slightly skinner than average, makes up for it in being longer than average. The biggest grower in that it almost disappears when not erect, and the only curious thing is that if you stare at it long enough you'll swear you can see an almost off blue-purple tint. He needs the longest rest times between sessions, and produces the least amount of seed while in human form.

*In his Lemurian form he has a cloaca. He has both sets of gentalia, and they are both bioluminescent. His dick-like structure can extend out of the cloaca, and is more similar to a tentacle, and is very flexible. It is covered in an oil-like shimmery, luminescent, sticky slime-like lubricant. At the base of the tentacle are multiple smaller tendrils that will grasp and hold any copulation partner, and can extend from the base quite far to wrap around any appendages to hold them in place. He can control them to a point though some movement is pure instinct. Depending on the gender of his partner his anatomy allows for eggs to be deposited into his womb, or be deposited through his hollow tentacle into his partner. He still only produces minimal amounts of seed as the tentacle is quite long but flexible, as to not be uncomfortable, and meant to be right up against the entrance of any womb.

*In his Sea God form his genitals are a cross between his Lemurian and human form. As it appears more human in structure, though retains the flexible size, lubricant, glow and color of a Lemurian.

That's all hope that was at least legible.

[lostmyshadesanon]

This is so canon for reasons I can't explain.

living his best life~

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Trying to Find A Queer Painting

A while ago I saw a painting going around that I thought was gorgeous that I would love to have a print of but I can't find it in my repost history.

From what I remember it was a historical black and white painting with two gay men. One in a convertible type car that was tipping to the side while he jumped from it into the arms of another man in a kind of darkish atmosphere.

My best attempt at a vague drawing reference if any of you know the painting or artist PLEASE let me know.

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Loved the graphics for the quest on this one!

New tag game (because I'm feeling a bit better today 😎):

I got this

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Woweowowoowowooeoowowowowo

This is going to give me a things for hands isn't it

........

Lovethettethlovetheteethlovetheteeth

I'm right there with Laios about the teeth!

I will not fall down this rabbit hole

I will NOT fall down this rabbit hole

It looks appetizing though....

Amazing job! My search history will be corrupted for at least the next week.

It’s cooked with love… you think.

You watch Laios skin and dice the creature, carving meat off the bone. He does something to it in the pan that makes it smell incredible instead of just raw and dead.

When he’s done, he picks up a perfectly neat square. It’s still steaming, doused in the sauce he’s somehow managed to whip up in this hellhole.

He touches it to your lips, first. Let’s the heat and tenderness of it permeate your skin. You’re slow to open you mouth for him, in a daze as you half-listen to his rambling. He doesn’t seem to realize he’s making too much eye contact as he presses the morsel to your tongue. It’s exactly the right size, a nice little bite, but his fingers stretch your cheeks ever so slightly. His fingertips brush against the flat of your tongue. They feel lead-heavy, though he’s not using any force at all.

“It’s sweet, right; Isn’t that interesting?”

You’ve forgotten how to taste, the sensory details lost among the overload. You move your tongue, bowing lightly around him and the meat, wanting to ask him to finally take his fingers out of your mouth, wanting him to stay here, longer, forever.

He’s looking at you with stars in his eyes and he doesn’t even realize, can’t tell that you’re squirming, barely holding yourself back from doing… something. You’re not sure; you feel like a monster yourself, all pent up and cornered, all liable to lash out.

He’s smiling at you, going on about habitats and natural cycles. He’s petting your tongue, lightly, on the edges, nearly flush against your teeth. He must not realize he’s doing it, a motion devoid of purpose or meaning. And you can’t help it—

You bite.

Not hard enough to sever, not even hard enough to break the skin. But you can tell it hurt from Laios’ flinch, from the way his tirade has stopped right in the middle of a sentence.

You think he’s about to draw away, watch him gear up for the movement. You feel the ghost of a touch against your canines, the teeth that just sunk into him. He’s feeling them, testing their sharpness, their length.

“Oh…” he murmurs, and you’re not sure he even meant to say it, you’re not sure what he’s doing now.

When he finally (finally) pulls back, his fingers are glistening with your spit. There are red marks just beneath the knuckle where you bit him.

He seems unfazed by all of this, just picks up another piece, holds it out to you expectantly. You open your mouth for him, because what else could you do?

He watches the corner of your mouth, flinching at the faintest glimpse of your canines. He’s blushing.

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Naoya X Reader

Part 2 As Eventually Promised

@teyvat-writer

Tags/Warnings: Gender Neutral Reader, Broad interpretation of his curse power so time stopping, vulgar language, obviously NSFW, non-con, power play, master/servant play, voyeurism, forced orgasm, reader being horny and distressed for most of this fic once I can get passed the set up.

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After that day it became a pattern.

A cat and mouse game.

Though more like a well bred hunting dog playing with an injured game bird.

You tried desperately to last another day without calling him. Watching the wards disintegrating fleck by fleck of ink. Hoping you could last another day while the noises crept closer and closer.

Before finally the scratching at your window, and screaming from around the corner would send you scurrying to an amused Naoya who fained that it was not him who stood you on this path to begin with.

Enjoying breaking down your excuses, or attempts at professionalism, because it gave him more pleasure to watch you grovel and beg for his assistance at his knees.

Eventually you came crawling just as he wanted and he proposed a game. Whenever the wards needed to be renewed you would pay him for his services just as before, but he could request anything of you, and you must not refuse or he would leave you to the monsters.

You stared up at the devil in human skin that may be a worse monster than any whisper or noise you could hear, but could nothing but accept.

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The renewal of the wards never seemed to have a consistent schedule and only seemed determined by Naoya's mercurial moods.

Some days he dress you in fine silks that barely covered anything while Naoya paid someone to take pictures of you in compromising positions.

Other days he would storm in, not even an attempt at a greeting, before kicking your legs apart and ruthlessly pounding your hole, before pumping you full of his cum. Shoving you to the side once he was done so he could straightened his cloths and then whirling outside as if he had better things to do then this chore that was being placed upon him. As you laid there geared up but left unsatisfied, as Naoya could care less if you came from his exploits, you were glad his servants had the decency to warn you to stretch before he came barging in and tore you apart. You were just disappointed in yourself to find that sometimes this treatment had started to get you off in some way as well. No better than a life size onahole that inconvenienced him by being out of convenient reach.

Once you had gotten snappish from trying to balance school, his requests, and the voices you could hear, and sneered that his wards must not be very good if they need replenishing so often.

Naoya's face had twisted up in a snarl as he hissed, "Watch your tone, bitch!" Before storming off in a huff.

You had only gotten monetary sense of victory before falling asleep that night, and waking to your wards in tatters around you and the blood of stray animals covering the walls along with deep grooves in the plaster.

You had payed dearly for being bold and desperate enough to request Naoya's help the day after insulting him so.

Or at least that's what he told you while he hung you blind and bound from the ceiling. Drool dripping from both your orifices while Naoya leisure swung a cane, and remarked, "What a dumb bitch I have picked up that can not even count properly! We will need to start over so you can learn your numbers properly."

You couldn't tell if you moaned or cried at the next smack.

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It was finally winter break! Free of your responsibilities and school work. You should be estatic... but you had been called by your so called master to come as service him.

Though today it seemed he wanted to impress upon the literacy of his title instead of the metaphorical leash he had on you and your safety and sanity.

At least he had the decency to wait until after school was over for the semester before demanded you live in his home and pay for his "services" and not make him have to leave constantly, and you should be greatful to pay for them in this way considering your dwindling finances. Though it was his suddenly weak wards that needed constantly replenishing that was putting you in that situation.

You could not quite identify if the squirming in your stomach was when you found out your quarters were the servant quarters attached to Naoya's room, and the surprise and heat when after returning from a bath later that night all your belongings had disappeared and the Zenin Household's maid outfit remained.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, you wanted to tear apart the fabric fiber by fiber and toss the rags in that smug man's face.

Except...you could not and unfortunately you both knew it. He was the only thing keeping you safe and he had no qualms about holding that above your head, and you had no doubt that if you tore apart the outfit he would make you do whatever work he desired completely bare. Sneering in glee at any lick of embarrassment or shame that would cross your features while doing so.

So you put on the outfit.

Almost as if they were spying on you. The moment you were finished you were summomed by an imperial demand from the next room.

Opening up the side door that leads directly into Naoya's room you glare at the smiling man whose face pulls further into a leer while examining you.

"What!" You demand.

"It's customary to greet your master whenever you see him is it not? Especially for one at your station." Naoya stated relaxing back on his large pillow much like a smug feline who could not wait to play with his prey.

Your hands clean he's so tightly in the fabric you were surprised it did not tear it, before biting out, "What can I do for you, Master?"

He beckoned you with a slender finger before casually pulling back his hakama to expose the sash around his waist keeping his pants tied, and gestures towards the now visibly growing bulge. "Even though you're a bitch who struggles remembering their numbers I'm sure you can at least fetch your treat."

The drawl in his voice and the reminder of one of your last encounters before you had disappeared of the map to study for your finals had heat rolling and twisting through your belly. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as your body remembered viserely the crack on the cane and the burning of affected limbs, and the eventual descent into pleasure had you shifting incrementally as you kneeled down next to Naoya shaky hands pulling at the tie.

Glancing up you didn't know if it was better or worse that Naoya seemed to disregard you after his order going back to reading and replying to his paperwork, while you fondled his cock.

Looking back down you wondered if muse member would help you relax enough to take the impressive member after a couple weeks away, but before you could get further prepared past wrapping lip around his flushed gland you felt a large hand grasp your skull firmly before thrusting you down onto the cock.

You gagged violently trying to raise up to get away from the sudden intrusion. But you were pinned neatly to Naoya's pelvis only able to thrash with your lower body, while the man holding you down did not even flinch at your continued movements. Just continuing to steadily work on paperwork one handed.

Only when you were so light headed that your struggles ceased did Naoya pull you from the base of his cock. You barely got a lung full of air filled with the musk of a days work and sweaty balls before you were slid back down to the base again. Tears pricked at your eyes while heat spread out to your extremities as you watched the man above you completely disregard you in everyway except a convenient hole to fuck and keep his cock warm while he worked.

It seemed both like minutes and hours before warmth gushed into your throat and the member softened enough to only fill your mouth so you could breath steadily while you felt gunky from the bitter taste, lack on air, and continued pressure into sweaty balls and pubes.

You laid there for an unknown amount of time cockwarming Naoya face buried in his pelvis while he absentmindedly massages your scalp. Even then you could tell it was less for aftercare and more like he was treating you like a well behaved cat. You didn't know how you felt when your reaction to that notion was a flare of fire in your gut and a twitch of your hips to grind against the floor.

Later when you felt his dick starting to twitch as if ready for another round when you attempted a second escape. You did not know if he let you escape because he was surprised by the sudden movement or if he had something worse planned but you had to try before your body got any weirder.

Golden brown eyes watched you like a hawk as you struggled towards the exit. Before with only a single word and hand gesture your body froze like a block of ice.

Naoya sighs while standing, "And you were being such a good pet, but naughty dogs who try to refuse training must be punished."

He closes the gap between your frozen form and him. Your muscles spasms and you can tell you are not actually frozen but moving at a pace so slow it seems like you are, or maybe it is the other way around and Naoya is moving so fast? Though how you can comprehend him must be one of his tricks .

In your distraction you do not notice Naoya placing his hands on you. Though you are surprised to feel that you can not feel his hands regardless.

Unhurried Naoya slides his hands between the folds of your cloths before fondling your rear and placing his hands directly against your skin as he pulls back to slap it harshly. You could see the slap but are unable to register the feeling.

"Did you know," He states. "That my technique for dealing with those curses is to be able to move at speeds that your monkey brain could not comprehend. Though considering your a bitch with some curse energy you can see me fine but are unable to react to it in time." He pulls his hands back to show you them.

You would have scratched your brows if you could trying to get how his words correlated with the weird time dilation you were placed in when you felt it. Your eyes widened minutely while staring at Naoya's hands while you felt those same hands grope your ass before hearing a harsh crack split the air and your feel the sharp pain and then burning heat that makes your stomach clench and hold spasm violently. All while watching those same hands in front of your face. Your eyes filling with horror as Naoya laughed gleefully in your ear.

"Now pet get ready for your punishment."

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You couldn't truly tell what was going on anymore. It had been some time since Naoya had started your "punishment", and he had you pinned to the floor spread eagle as he pounded your hole and your whines and screams filled the air. Though so delayed the Naoya could sit back and watch you spasm around nothing.

Even now as he was ramming into you the time dilation made it so that every time he pulled out you could feel him ramming inside from the past and vice versa. You were always full of him in that moment you were unable to even get a breath in to try and beg. Though he wouldn't hear it anyway to stop any time soon.

The disorientation of watching Naoya pull his cock from you and straddle your chest to thrust his cock into your mouth while moaning as fingers from the past played in your ass grinding against all your tender bits had you violently shaking and eyes rolling deep into your skull.

This torment continued for some time before Naoya seemed to notice a presence at the door. "Well pet it seems this will have to do for your punishment for now, I have other business to attend to and I can not have my pet distracting me while I work."

He got up leaving you physically while his past hands and dick continued to ravaged you. You felt like the very bitch he called you while you wear turned over into your knees by insistent ghostly hands and a cock rammed inside you while forcing your pelvis forward to grind your sensitive spots against the bamboo flooring. You cried desperately trying to crawl away from the sensation but it followed you relentlessly.

When you heard Naoya call for the person at the door to enter you tried to cry out in protest and shame for the servant to see you in this position. Only to be able to shriek in pleasure at that next grind of Naoya's past cock fills you up internally and forces you forward and into the bamboo again forcing you to come hazily eyes locked with the entering blank faced servant.

The servant gazes at you for only a moment though you could not tell if it was pry or disgust before dismissing you and turning towards Naoya. While yoir torment continued causing you to whine and pant as Naoya's past self continues to jack hammer into you ignoring that you had just come and was causing the overstimulation to climb steadily. You howled when calloused finger tips started to pinch and tug at your nipples.

The pleasure was so overwhelming that you could barely feel the shame while watching the two converse while writhing and humping the floor like a bitch in heat. You were violently twisted over and gagged with a phantom cock, that you vaguely recognized as the last position Naoya was in before being interrupted by the servant, just as your screams would have hit a crescendo in your orgasm and you had no control over your body and squirted violently and messily across the floor.

You passed out still sucking on the remnants of passed Naoya fluid dripping from every orifice before Naoya stood up from his desk. Without even glancing at the servant the man's head was removed from his body his blood spraying across the room.

"What a good show, pet. Though I find I'd prefer if it were only me to see it. We'll have to do any further punishments alone."

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Welp, we finally got part 2 done. You know almost a whole month after Felix's Birthday.

Hope it was worth the wait!

I apologize for any typos I'll go back and correct them eventually.

🦊

[lostmyshadesanon]

It's good *makes odd chattering noises like a cat hunting for sport*

It's good stuff!

Seeing Their Pact Mark For The First Time - Obey Me! Brothers

Summary: how they react to seeing their pact mark for the first time

CW: branding, marking, general possessiveness? suggestive (Lucifer’s and Asmo’s), jealousy (Levi’s)

more obey me content!! i am down bad for MAMMON rn so that’s what brought this about lol. also some happier content (thank god)

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Lucifer

his is on the back of your neck

usually it’s hidden under your hair or the collar of your shirt so no one really sees it 

lucifer is curious about it but doesn’t really care to ask

honestly he got really busy after the pact was formed and forgot all about it

you’re late for school one day and rushing to get ready in the bathroom when Lucifer walks by 

you have your head down looking for something and he sees it on the back of your neck

literally stops in his tracks and does a double take 

“so that’s where it is.”

jumpscare 

he asks to see it again

has you sit down in front of him so he can play with your hair and rub his fingers across the mark 

he loves that there’s a vow on your body binding you to him that only he can see

unless he gets jealous and “accidentally” uncovers it in front of someone 

(also unrelated but imagine giving him head in a position where he can see it—him holding you by the pact mark and guiding you along his length)

Mammon

it’s on your back where your heart would be

you know what it means but you don’t want to tell Mammon about it

he would probably just make fun of you anyways

one day he comes to see you after school, and forgets to knock

unfortunately for both of you, you’re in the process of changing into your pyjamas 

he walks in right as you take your shirt off, and he’s greeted by your back and the golden mark that resides there

definitely screams and hides his face in his arm 

“w-why are you naked??”

“why didn’t you knock?!”

you finish putting on your shirt and lay down on your bed, stomach first 

“mammon, you can open your eyes now”

he awkwardly does, relief washing over him when he sees that you’re fully clothed

“so what did you need?”

“was that my pact mark on your back?”

you agree and then ask if he wants to see it

he does but insists it’s just to see what it looks like (no other reason)

you lift the back of your shirt up and continue laying down on your stomach

Mammon feels really emotional looking at it

his pact mark, on his human?

he traces the outline of it, in awe of how it looks on your skin 

neither of you say anything for a while, you just lay there contentedly while he runs his fingers over the mark over and over again 

Levi

his is on your left thigh, just below where your underwear sit

what better placement for the Avatar of Envy?

you couldn’t find it at first, but you could feel it 

when you did finally find the orange mark on your leg, you knew that Levi would implode if he ever found it 

Levi sees you showing his brothers their pact marks and gets a little a lot jealous 

doesn’t confront you about it tho and instead decides to go pout in his room about it 

when you come in to check on him, he’s a little cold with you 

“cmon leviachan, talk to me. what’s got you so upset?”

you have to listen to a five minute self deprecation spiral before he even tells you why he’s upset

“levi…you know that if you wanted to see your mark, all you had to do was ask, right?”

he’s a little embarrassed about it now but with some gentle coaxing you manage to calm him down enough and get him to sit on the bed across from you

when you start unbuttoning your pants, his face burns 

“OMG y/n, w-what are you doing?”

“calm down, Levi…just, look, okay?”

you tug your pants down to your knees and stretch out your left leg so that he can see the orange mark 

“open your eyes, Levi, it’s just my underwear”

Levi wants to argue that it’s not just your underwear but he shuts up when he opens his eyes and sees the mark

it’s on your thigh of all places???

if people thought he was a pervert before, what would they think of him now??

“Levi,” you say, trying to bring him back to reality

when that doesn’t work, you grab his hand and place it over your thigh 

his hands are warm compared to your cold skin and it grounds you both 

“are you better now?”

he nods slowly, unable to look at you while his hand is on your bare thigh 

Satan

his is on the left side of your rib cage 

it’s just hidden enough that even if you wear crop tops, he wouldn’t be able to see it 

he definitely went around asking his brothers where theirs was in order to process of elimination where it is 

he doesn’t want you to just tell him

he feels like he should be able to know/guess where it is just based on the connection 

probably overworks himself trying to figure it out

finally, after a few nights of detective work and little sleep, you force him to lay in his bed 

“I’m going to show you where it is, and in return, you’re going to actually get some sleep”

he begrudgingly agrees, propping his head up on the headboard to watch you

you straddle his hips and slowly strip your shirt off, adjusting so that he can see the green mark of wrath 

his mouth goes dry seeing it 

he definitely didn’t consider that it would be there of all places 

reaches out and brushes his fingers across it 

“is it everything you hoped for” you joke

but it really is everything he hoped for 

Asmo

its below your belly button, stopping just above your pubic bone

it’s kinda the perfect spot for him too 

a cute little pink swirl leading to your precious parts

Asmo likes to giggle and speculate where it shows up

honestly he hopes a little that it ends up over your heart, but he won’t be disappointed otherwise 

loves to tease you about the mark too

one day you’ve had enough of his teasing and speculation though

“I’m putting this to rest, Asmo,” and you take him to your room and make him sit on his knees in front of you

you roll up your shirt and he can see just the beginnings of it under your belly button 

then you unbutton your pants and roll them down to your thighs so he can see the rest of it

his eyes are practically glowing when he sees it

“it’s so pretty!!” he gushes

asks if he can touch it and you agree, gasping when his perfectly manicured fingers brush across your mark

presses a kiss to it and leaves a glob of sparkly lipstick behind 

begs you to let him take a picture of it to keep (and may or may not set it as his Home Screen) 

also expect him to be admiring it and touching it anytime he sees it

Beel

his showed up just above your belly button

he always wondered where it was but never thought to ask 

if you wanted to show him, you would…right?

eventually gives in to his impulses and asks you directly 

“y/n…” bro is sweating buckets

you’re genuinely worried something is wrong by how serious he is at first 

“what’s up?”

“I just wanted to know…where’s my pact mark?”

Oh 

you’re honestly relieved it wasn’t anything too serious 

“follow me”

you bring him into your room and close the door behind him

honestly Beel starts to worry where it is 

when you slowly peel off your t-shirt, he covers his eyes and his cheeks flush 

you have to pry his hand off of his eyes to even get him to look 

“beel—calm down. it’s on my stomach.”

he’s breathless when he sees the swirling red mark

asks if he can touch and you nod eagerly 

his touch is gentle, calloused fingers smoothing over your skin 

you’re not sure what prompts you to ask, but suddenly you’re looking up at him through your lashes and asking “do you like it?”

Beel doesn’t even know what to respond to that 

of course he likes it

it’s a mark that ties the two of you together 

instead of answering, he chooses to press a soft kiss to the centre of your mark

Belphie

belphie’s is a tramp stamp

it’s on your lower back, right on the spot where your t-shirt always rides up while you sleep 

you’re half convinced that it only showed up there as a joke 

Belphie never really cared much to see it either 

like he always saw his brothers asking and fawning over theirs but he just…didn’t care

he always felt a bit of a disconnect regarding your pact tbh

he comes home early from school one day to take a nap and sees you already sleeping on the couch

you’re curled up in a ball, your face shoved in the cushions

and your shirt is twisted and has started to ride up as you move in your sleep

he sees the mark and his first thought is “y/n has a tattoo?”

he moves closer to see what it is and as soon as he realizes it’s his pact mark he almost falls over 

it’s there of all places?

because of fucking course it is

he kinda just sits on the floor next to you for a while admiring it while you sleep

until he notices you’re shivering and feels like he has to do something about it

slowly pulls down your shirt over the mark he loves so much and lays his jacket on top of you

[lostmyshadesanon]

That last one got me! Ugh it's so cute.

I wonder if conceptually Been could eat nightmares like a dream eater nightmare considering he's gluttony and can consume all things?

Asmo had me giggling not gonna lie. Love that reaction from him.

Lucifer checking the perimeter to make sure everything's safe before continuing on delightful!!!

10/10 will definitely read again.

『♡』 even in my dreams.

summary: mc summons their beloved while they sleep!

requested by one of my beautiful followers, obey me brothers x gn!reader, mentions of nightmares, but otherwise pure fluff! if you're interested in seeing this for the other charas lmk 💓

In your dreams, you're running. The world is dark, and your legs struggle to keep you out of reach of whatever it is that is chasing you.

You try to call for help, but your voice fails you. For a moment, you think you're going to be swallowed whole by the beast that follows, but then it hits you.

Your pacts. If you were close enough to a demon, you didn't even have to speak their name to invoke them. You close your eyes, clasp your hands together, and think of them, feeling the pact warm on your body.

Who is it that you summon?

『♡』 Lucifer:

He's immediately worried when he's suddenly summoned to your room. You don't use your pact unless it's something serious.

The room is dark, but he quickly finds the lamp on your bedside table. He's been here often enough to know where everything was located. When the light illuminates your sleeping face, he can see your face scrunched up with fear, can hear your uneven breathing. You must've been having a nightmare.

Lucifer shakes his head, filled with warmth at the fact that even in your dreams, you chose to rely on him. What was he going to do with you? His favorite human, who always finds new ways to surprise him.

He kisses your forehead gently, featherlight, as not to wake you. Lucifer mutters a calming spell, hoping to ease your troubled sleep.

...Still, he can't help but feel a little wary. He checks around your room, then all around your living space. Just in case.

When he's done, he comes back to your room, relieved that your expression seems more peaceful than before. He lingers for a few moments more, before turning off your lamp and leaving.

『♡』 Mammon:

Mammon is more startled than anything when you pull him to your side. He, too, was sleeping, so being jolted awake so violently has him on edge.

"What the hell are you doing summoning me so late?" He flicks on the lights, trying to regain his bearings. When he sees you still sleeping, albeit restlessly, all his feigned anger dissipates.

"Hey." His voice is more gentle as he sits down on the edge of your bed. Mammon gently shakes your arm, trying to wake you. If you were having a nightmare bad enough to summon him, he didn't want you to experience it for a moment longer.

But even so, he's glad it's him that you called. He wants to be your protector, always.

You awake, startled, gasping at the sudden pull to reality. Squinting at the sudden brightness, you're just able to make out Mammon.

"Mammon?" You ask, still unsure if you're still dreaming or not. "You came?"

"You called me." Mammon shrugs. "It looked like you were having a nightmare. You alright?"

"Oh, so it was just a nightmare." You rub at your bleary eyes, flopping back down onto your bed. "Thanks for coming to save me, anyways."

Mammon feels heat rise up in his cheeks. Dummy, you didn't need to thank him, he would come no matter what.

"Yeah, yeah." Mammon gets up, and flicks the lights back off. "Scooch over will you? Let the Great Mammon chase those nightmares away."

『♡』 Levi:

Levi opens his mouth to complain at you summoning him so late with no warning – he had so many late night raids to complete, after all! But those protests die in his throat when he's pulled into your dark bedroom.

"Um, do you need me for something?" He asks into the darkness. Levi can see the outline of you in your bed, and so he creeps closer. When you don't answer, he leans over your bed, and sees your eyes shut tightly.

You summoned him in your sleep! Ah, could you get any cuter? His face flushes as he revels in the moment. If you summoned him in your dreams, that must make him the most important person to you, right?

But then he starts to wonder why you summoned him, and the little whimper you let out lets him know all he needs to know. You were having a bad dream. Levi hovers awkwardly at your bedside.

What should he do? Should he wake you up and risk depriving you of sleep? Should he let you sleep and just watch over you to make sure you were okay? No... what if you woke up and saw him? You might think him some kind of weirdo!

It's you who snaps him out of his thoughts. You roll over in your sleep and grab his arm, tugging it close to your chest.

Okay, you could definitely get cuter. He climbs into bed beside you, happily resigning himself to be used like a body pillow, and closes his eyes.

...Except that his heart is beating too quickly to fall asleep. So, Levi lays awake all night, arm slowly going numb, and listens to the sound of your even breathing.

『♡』 Satan:

Satan is quick to call your name, the darkness of your room along with the unannounced summoning making him uneasy. He flips on his D.D.D. light and checks around your living space for anything out of the ordinary; if only to settle his nerves.

When he returns, you're mumbling his name in your sleep. Satan can't help but let out a tired sigh.

"I see now." He says to himself, overly fond. "You sleep summoned me."

Satan leans down, placing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"Darling, wake up." He breathes out against your skin. "I'm here for you now."

He watches as you slowly stir awake, stretching your arms above your head as you let out a yawn. Satan's hand falls back to his side.

"Satan?" You ask, voice gravelly. "Am I dreaming?"

He muses for a moment. "Hm, what do you think?"

"I called you in my dream but you're here..." You grab his hand in yours. "You feel real, though."

He laughs quietly. "You were just having a nightmare. It's late, go back to bed."

"But you're here." You squeeze his hand tight. "You'll stay with me, right?"

"I have class in the morning." Satan takes off his shoes and slides into bed beside you. "But I'll stay until you fall asleep, alright?"

"'Mmkay." You whisper, wrapping your arms around him. He enjoys the warmth of you body as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. Satan knows it's going to take all his willpower to leave like he said he would. "G'night, Satan."

"Goodnight, beloved."

『♡』 Asmo:

"Summoning me so late? Ooh, you're so cute!" Asmo immediately flings himself on top of you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you.

You jolt awake at the sudden weight, grabbing his shoulders and forcing him back. You almost scream, before you see it's Asmodeus.

"Asmodeus!" You whisper harshly. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

Asmo blinks owlishly. "I dunno, you tell me!" He says. "You're the one who summoned me!"

It's your turn to look at him, confused. The dream that was so vivid only minutes ago seems to have faded into the recesses of your mind. "Huh, I must've done it when I was dreaming... I didn't even know I could do that..."

"That's even more precious, then." Asmo pulls the covers down, letting himself enjoy the warmth of your bed. He snuggles closer to you, kissing you on the nose. "It means you were thinking of me even in your dreams... Ah, how romantic!"

"I don't think it was that kind of dream, Asmo." You laugh, tangling your legs together with him. Asmo sighs wistfully at the closeness.

"It doesn't matter! Whatever dreams you have, I wanna be in them."

『♡』 Beel:

"Are you alright?" Beel is automatically in overprotective mode when he's summoned into your room. He calls your name a few times before he realizes that you're in a deep sleep, curled up in a burrito of blankets.

"Oh, you're sleeping." He comes over to your side, contemplating whether or not he should wake you. Beel knows that when Belphie has nightmares, he doesn't like to be woken. Well, Belphie doesn't like to be woken at any time, nonetheless.

Still, when he hears your quiet pained noises, he can't help but want to do something. So, he takes your hand into his, and sits down at your bedside, on the floor. He holds your hand and hopes that in your dreams, he's protecting you too.

『♡』 Belphie:

As powerful as Belphie's dream magic is, he doesn't need to be summoned physically to save you. Instead, he's pulled into your nightmare, and quickly changes it into a pleasant dreamscape.

"It's nice to see you here." Belphie smiles sleepily, pulling you into his arms. He rests his head against your chest, the both of you falling backwards into bed. So even in his dreams Belphie was dreaming about laying in bed... "I've watched your dreams before, but this is the first that you've called me into one... I'm happy."

"You've watched my dreams before?" You ask, incredulous. "Isn't that a little creepy?"

Belphie yawns, nuzzling closer. You wonder if it's his magic that makes the dream feel so tangible. "Mmm, I don't think so. Just want to make sure you aren't dreaming about anyone else."

You almost laugh. He could be so ridiculous sometimes. "You know, you're the most jealous demon I know."

Belphie's eyelashes flutter against your neck; you almost shiver at the light touch. You can feel his lips upturn into a grin, teasing. "You know other demons?"

[lostmyshadesanon]

Naoya x Reader Part 1

I don't think it's in my genetic makeup to be able to do pwp. I always got to put so much set up. I can't ever get myself to write smut from out the door. Great respect and envy for writers who can.

Tags/Warnings: Gender Neutral Reader, Broad interpretation of his curse power so time stopping, vulgar language, obviously NSFW, non-con, power play, master/servant play, voyeurism, forced orgasm, reader being horny and distressed for most of this fic once I can get passed the set up. Some of these tags are for part two!

You had always tried to go home before the sun went down. Your friends and family used to tease you about it. Making remarks about you being a scaredy cat or wimp as you'd always carefully watch the sun's progress throughout the day, and leave plans early if they stretched out for too long. But they couldn't know what you know, and you'd long since stopped trying to explain it to them.

You could hear things.

Awful things.

Things crawling around, moaning, and screaming. Unfortunately they weren't bound to the dark, but at least they were drowned out by the noise of the crowds.

It was about that time of year once more where that man would come by and renew the wards placed upon your home to keep whatever produced those noises out. Even though your parents didn't fully comprehend what you could hear if paying that man an exhoribant fee once a year helped you sleep they would pay it with a smile.

This time of year filled you with conflict. Your anxiety crawling though your veins at the tick of clock rung out through your brain counting every second that the wards were running out. While a odd heat curled through your chest at seeing the beautiful man once again.

The man then boy didn't do this willingly. He was training with his father as a kid on how to set up things like the wards surrounding your home. You didn't know why but the mutual contempt you held had been on site. It had started with a comment about his atrocious haircut; him snapping back a comment about your mediocre manners and etiquette and evolved and escalated from there.

He and his father would return once a year to renew the wards on your house. Once his father had confided in you, in a rare time alone, that Naoya was not required to accompany him to do this maintenance any more, but did so willingly.

Because, "It would be against the laws of equilibrium to allow such an uncouth commoner to believe they are still at the same level as one such as me!" He quoted.

You wrinkled your noise is distaste, and before the older man could input his own commentary on what he just quoted. An agitated and haughty noise pricked at your ears complaining non stop about the decor and quality of the house the owner stood in. Your lip was curling before you barrelled towards the source of the noise screaming back rebuttals on how the common folk were not so delicate as to expire when coming in contact with polyester PRINCESS! Unaware of the amused gaze following your exit from the older man you were just speaking to.

Unfortunately your rival with time was able to prove himself the genius he always claimed to be. Slowly outstripping you in both achievements and grades. The first time he brought his grade sheet to compare that out ranked yours, you had to stop yourself from strangling the brat as you seethed with anger as he mocked you the rest of the visit with comments such as, "Oh well we can't expect much from a commoner with such low intelligence to make such important decisions such as this!"

You had never know such motivation as much as what Naoya Zenin provided with his dumb sneering face. You became obsessed with being able to beat him at least ONCE, because even one time would allow you to hold it over him for the rest of your lives.

But even as you racked up achievements it just could not compete with your rival. You reached the honor role, Naoya had been on it the year before. You managed to get a report card with mostly As and a couple Bs. Naoya got straight As. You got into one of the top ten colleges in the country. Naoya got in the top five.

The worst part of it was that your rivalry was pretty much one sided at this point. Sure Naoya still visited to renew the wards but never with the energy and competitive he used to. Of course he'd bring the proof that he had beat every single accomplishment you tried to dredge up, but he was completely relaxed at this point. Face pulled back into a constant smirk and eyes glowing with glee as he treated you like a child he was humoring through a tantrum.

He had chided you one year. "Maybe if you weren't so delusion to think you could stand toe to toe with me, your better. I wouldn't have to waste my time being here. After all your cloud of discontent and jealously weakens the wards and calls those things to you."

Of course the benefit of this so called competition has given you the motivation to achieve that you're not sure you would have accomplished on your own. One night while studying blood had splashed down on your notes surprising you as you wiped at your nose. You had rushed to urgent care frazzled about what was going on. Only to get told that you had a nosebleed from studying to much and caring for your body to little.

It was time to make a change. Time to put aside a childish rivalry and move on to the life it had provided you.

Naoya had been right!

Once you moved on and started taking better care of yourself you noticed the decrease in noise around you. No longer were those things creating sounds around every corner, and distracting you with their whispers, screams, and skittering. It was even getting close to the yearly date to renew your wards but they actually didn't seem as worn down as they usually seemed by this time of year. Maybe you could save the renewal fee for a surprise weekend away instead lining Naoya's pockets for once!

You were unaware that other parties were not so pleased with your new found peace of mind.

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"I haven't received the appointment notice for going to that commoner's aboad this year." Naoya stares at his attendant is disdain as he worked through the paperwork concerning potential clients and cases, before turning away and continuing, "No matter I'm sure the fool has forgotten and will send a notice in a panic." His lips curling back in a sneer with glee. "Make sure to charge them an extra fee for tardiness and express assistance."

Naoya worked through his paperwork before sighing in frustration and snapping, "What!?" At his attendants continued nervous twitching.

The attendant stuttered before stating, "We checked on their home as per usual to check on the ward's state to see if any early intervention was needed..." The attendant trailed off biting his lip in hesitance.

Naoya narrowed his eyes further before slamming his hand down on his desk. "Finish your statement before I have you used as bait in our next curse hunt."

The attendant flinched before rapidly spitting out, "The wards seem to be doing well and may not need a renewal until next year. Along with the individual seeming to be less surrounded by miasma and curse energy and if it progresses at this rate may no longer need intervention from the Zenin household."

Naoya slowly blinked before stacking the pages he was holding neatly and focusing fully on the shaking attendant. Slowly he drawled out, "Are you stating that the commoner may no longer require warding services?"

The attendant bobbed their head hesitantly. The attendant froze while looking at the reaction of the individual he was serving before dropping to the floor in a complete formal bow shaking like a recently beaten dog while muttering quite apologies.

Naoya set his brush down with a quiet click. The attendant stayed still like a deer in headlights praying not be seen. "Well. You fools are know to not unhold the quality that one such as myself can provide. Keep the original appointment date and time. I'm sure the wards will be just the same as they always are. That commoner could never let their obsession with me go that easily. I am after all, all they aspire to be."

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You were having a lovely day! You had just gotten back from college with the glaring notification on your phone that today was the ward renewal day. But just as it was this morning, when you checked before you left, the ward was still running without issue, and not a hint of degeneration in site.

Finally you could go a year without seeing that fox, and save the money for things you actually wanted to buy and not for survival.

You wriggled in glee before heading straight for your room. Your parents were out of the house for a long weekend, and you had left choice toys on their recharging station so you could relax when you got home from school and start this weekend with a bang!

You pretty much threw your bookbag down before tossing off only the essentials as you dived for your bed and squirmed like a worm to your side table to grab your expensive helper that's constant and steady light showed a full charge.

You wasted no time as you slid yourself and your accomplice beneath the covers before spreading your legs and starting the soft whir of the vibrator that echoed across the room before being muffled under the thick blanket. Though your moans and cries quickly took it's place.

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Naoya glared at the front door. Normally his attendant would ring once, and you would throw open the door documents in hand ready to prove yourself lacking again, and he would be ready to throw all your efforts into the gutters where it belonged. Though it was almost charming that you continued to try. If only you had enough cursed energy to see curses themselves instead of just hearing them. Naoya might even bestow upon you the blessing of being considered as one of his marriage candidates. Though he's sure you'd be lacking in that as well.

But today the house was silent. Naoya could see that his attendants were not lying when they said the house wards were still fine and may not need renewing in the future if they remained at their current level. He wasn't sure why that thought bothered him. Maybe because an expected form of entertainment was trying to leave on its own volition instead of waiting for him to get tired of it and throw it away himself like it should.

Naoya could feel his pulse throb at the emptiness of the house as his attendant continued to ring the bell, before the last grating ring finally broke his limited self control and with little care for the damage he inflicted he broke open the door with a careless kick.

He froze one foot into the entryway. Head tilted sharply in the direction of the faint noises he could hear. Motioning like one would brush off a fly to keep his attendant stationed at the door Naoya walked further into your home tracking the faint noises like a hound tracking it's prey. A sly grin spreading across his features.

He was unsurprised by the activity he could see the ghost of under the sheets. Only your face in blatant view eyes closed, mouth open as if you were begging for someone's fingers or cock to occupy it, and legs trembling beneath your sheets. Naoya almost sniffed disdainfully at the noise his keen ears could pick up of your helper. Disgraceful. He deluded himself to wonder if you had left your door cracked just for him because even in your "forgetfulness" you knew he'd come over, after all he is a man of class and dignity who would not have a failing ward to the Zenin name.

Opening the door further he leaned heavily against the door frame hand leisurely trailing down to his pants to rub against the growing bulge while he watched your show. He could wait. After all you wouldn't get out of this encounter without providing your own services as well. He'd make sure of it.

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Your eyes were trying to roll back into your head just as you dug your vibrator deep into your most sensitive point when you noticed what seemed like glowing flecks of gold in sharp brown eyes staring at you hungrily. Your mouth dropped open further in surprise, but even an unexpected voyeur was unable to stop the crest of your orgasm. Your throat closing up in shock to choke off your moans as you erupted in orgasm and shook violently through the aftershocks. School had kept you busy enough you were unable to find time for yourself. The evidence now residing in the soaked sheets.

Before you could recover to scream at the intruder he seemed to blink into existence above you. So fast you couldn't hope to track as a non sorcerer. You barely heard the command, "Don't bite, or you'll regret it."

Before pungent cock was shoved into your open mouth and down your throat. You seized up in shock throat clamping down violently at your sudden lack of air. The man above you groaned from deep within his chest happily as he grasped your skull violently jack hammering his hips into your face as you thrashed against him trying to struggle away to get air.

He withdrew for only a second. "Breath through your noise you stupid bitch!" He demanded before forcing his fingers into your mouth to hook below your teeth to force your jaw wider so on his next thrust his cock instantly hit that back of your throat and down into it.

He moaned contently before staring down at your crying face as you grasped desperately at his thighs eyes wheeling about as you were overwhelmed with the situation of your throat being stuffed full, and learning to breath around the intense rhythm.

Naoya grinned viciously with glee. The part of him that seemed irritated at the seemingly early dismissal due to the lack of appointment being soothed over by your total concentration on him currently. Willingly or not.

As soon as his hands moved from your scalp to your throat your eyes connected with his; out of fear out of some sick sense of excitement? You couldn't tell the difference at the moment, before his hands clamped down on your throat and Naoya threw his head back towards the ceiling. Slowing down to appreciate the sensation of jacking himself off threw your throat.

You couldnt breath, you couldn't think, your blood was thundering through your ears and it was all you could focus on. Along with the stink and musky smell of the man above you that had invaded you entirely. You could still feel the after effects of your prior orgasm along with a similar new heat coursing through you.

Your vision was turning black you could barely notice when the cock down your throat started to pulse. So far back you couldn't even taste anything before finally you started to choke desperately for air when your passageway was cleared of the obstruction.

You were too busy jerking and heaving for breath, your vision still greyed out to feel the covers being removed from yourself. You did scream as much as your destroyed throat would allow when your mechanical companion was turned up to max setting and shoved violently into the tip of your most sensitive nerves.

Your body unable to comprehend the violent swings between pleasure, distress, and lack of oxygen gave up differentiating and violently crossing the wires. Making the pulsing ache in your throat to feel the mirroring throb of your sex as the arrogant and sadistic man dug it into you. Your hind brain desperately tried to get you to claw yourself away before a large cold palm slapped you viciously across the face stunning you further and rocking you back into the vibrator.

Sending you over the edge raggedly screaming as your brain lost the fight for oxygen leaving you passed out in a puddle of your own fluids and a smug Naoya wiping his hands off across your skin to rid himself of your pathetic fluids.

Naoya tucked himself away before wandering your home carefully replacing the wards with weaker versions that would have you crawling back to him to replace. After all he can't lose such a good cock sleeve before he's used it up throughly and grew bored of it first.

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Part One

Because I actually ran out of character space on the document.

So sorry this will have to be split into two parts.

I will try to get the second part out as soon as possible but my schedule a little hectic right now.

Thankfully the second part has way less plot and a lot more smut!

🎉🎉🎉🎉

Happy Birthday Felix! @teyvat-writer

Not so anonymous 🦊 Foxy-anon

P.S. He's probably OOC and I apologize for that I running purely off wiki articles. Also the typos.

[lostmyshadesanon]

It is now T-7 days till Zhongli's banner.

I have up to Kuki's hangout done now. Locked out of most of them after Heizou due to quest progression restrictions. But I've started working on Sumeru map completion and I got my first part of the forest 100%ed. Finally hit 40% of the map of total Sumeru.

Current wish count: 63 wishes and 4 pity.

[lostmyshadesanon]

I seen some people talking about since they release one new area a year we only have like two to three years before Genshin's main story wraps up.

But

A really easy thing Hoyo could do is that we get done fighting the Tsarista or whatever the final boss in Schneznaya will be and then we confront our sibling on the way to Khaneriah and they say something like,

You really want to know what happened 500 years ago.

The screen cuts to black and we wake up in the body of which ever twin you didn't pick at the beginning of the game that was the abyss twin up to this point and we're back in time 500 years ago during the archon war. And we follow the abyss twins journey through ancient teyvat. So we'd have to go through each region again reskinned.

And THEN once we've completed the journey of the past we then blink back to the future with the full story and get to enter Khaneriah with BOTH travelers and get to confront Celestia together.

Which would give Hoyo easily another seven to eight years on top of the current two to three.

[lostmyshadesanon]

Owo

When can it be me????

Alpha Yuuta has me in a choke!!!!!

So good I am gagging!!!!!

im in the car right now and it's zoomin through the highway like a sequoia seed fucking like a bullet train. but hrrrr HRRRR HRHRHRHRHR HRHRGRGRHRHRHR alpha w wolf yuuta :)))) who is sweet and tender and shy and takes diligent care of his friends with you, the first alpha of the group. naturally, you pair up for effeciency, and to learn from one another. only for you to grow far, far too close and like each other far too much. you take care of each other so devotedly it hurts. and sweet, dear yuuta sheds his meek disposition for an extremely aggressive one when you officially become mates; standing down anyone he perceives as a threat to you. even when he threatens to tear off the face of a stranger, he still quietly whines for your affection-- closely pressing his face into yours, kissing you till your lips bruise. he'll absent-mindedly fiddle with your hair and/or trace the skin along your nape and watch as you shiver from his touch, even make other rivals watch as you growl into his neck and squeeze his waist tightly. yuuta lets no one else touch you or love you like he does and applies the same to himself for you. so terribly possessive and obsessive and your sweet boy :))))!!!!

'zoomin through the highway like a sequoia seed fucking like a bullet train' darling<3 thank you for the soundtrack I love driving at high speeds so much hshshhs /srs; hope you get a good ride, don't forget to buckle up <33 [advice for the future, considering how much time has already passed]

*meme with cat & microphone* please tell us what it's like to be a rare supplier of alpha x alpha dynamic? /pos /hj

MUTUAL SUPPORT!

cw hybrid au implied + omegaverse au elements; heavy unhealthy behaviour, animal behaviour, heavy petting, bloody biting

When there are more than one alpha in groups, it is natural that a hierarchy of experience and strength is built; even if you often participate in puppy fuss and behave democratically, competition for the main role always remains an important part of any communication. After all, this is an internal struggle for a resource, an important part of any intraspecific selection, and even if society and years of evolution have made everything less bloody, these are instincts — something that has not yet been replaced by cold reason.

Yuuta is not interested in competition or the main role, and even when you pull him into a puppy romp, — allows you to easily win, anxiously clutching your clothes as you hover over him. Yuuta is just such a soft and gentle alpha, almost too timid and anxious for someone who has to take over the management and control of the future group and lead it. Maybe you wouldn't sincerely call yourself "the most skilled alpha", but definitely understood such things better than Yuuta — anyone understands such things better than Yuuta — and allow yourself to slip from original goals.

He's just looks like a puppy — both literally and figuratively — with this "eternally in need of help" face and anxious grabbing when something happens, looking for a smarter and stronger alpha in you, watching you to learn the same, and you can't resist when notice how he tries to repeat after you or uses the same methods (being without you) in order to be more like a "good" alpha. You know about it — and it's as damn charming as it is almost embarrassing, knowing that he's taking an example from you as another alpha. You're not that experienced or old, but he still looks with a twinkle in eyes, absorbing your every word or movement on the coordination of the group, and you, you can't say to yourself "don't pay attention" when you see his need to become a better alpha.

You don't say that he is under your care, or that you are teaching him, or that he is your protégé — everyone understands this anyway, looking at how carefully you study each other and with each other; when you start walking only together or spend a lot of time alone, getting along with each other so well, that you can't avoid playful attention and small innocent jokes (not everyone decides to mess with two alphas). You do not resist and do not try to dispel them — you are not exactly in search of a mate; any partner is building a new group, and you are not ready to create a joint nest. Yuuta only blushes at this, like an overripe poppy, but does not answer anything, mumbling something when you ask if everything is fine, shyly looking away, but convincing that he is fine.

Yuuta smells even too nice for an alpha; something calm, pleasant, making you feel warm and good, and he definitely shouldn't smell so good for an alpha like you, but he does it, without flinching even when you sit closer, nuzzling his neck from fatigue and exhaustion, not preventing him from continuing to do his business. However, he is polite and affectionate enough to pay attention to you, standing still for your convenience, obediently raising and lowering head whenever you want, purring as you wrap your arms around his thin waist, snuggling closer. It's not that you were interested in other alphas — their smells were too sharp, their behavior was too competitive, their aggression was too reflective — but if it was Yuuta, then, maybe, you would be interested in alpha. As an exception.

Just in theory — it's not that you think of him as a possible partner or, even more so, as a possible keeper of your nest. Even if he was almost plush, he was an alpha — not the best choice for another alpha. But the way Yuuta strokes you, touching your skin with his fingertips and gently caressing, as if seducing you, in a sensual silence, covered only by the sounds of your common breathing, is more than exciting, and this is definitely the reason why your heart beats as fast as his.

... When Yuuta clings to you, wrapping his long legs around your body, pressing into you, whispering, almost crying, that he can't replace you with the partner you should have, — the best partner you will definitely have, — but he loves you, and the only thing he wants is for you to keep him close with yourself until you find someone better, letting him be around and take care of you, and it's so awkward and strange and embarrassing,

and you don't understand why you feel so hot when he whines, hiding head in your neck, gently scratching you and trembling on your chest, depending on you and any of your words or movements. He is dependent on you,

too dependent on you,

and you are too excited about it.

You cannot reject him, even when he naively presses his face to your face, whining like a puppy from fear and delight, trying to kiss you.

Yuuta is affectionate; so gentle and timid, putting chin on your outstretched palm and shamelessly exposing his neck when you leave your lovebites under loud purring, knowing that he will not hide them or deny that they are yours. He never denies or hides you.

(The shape of your teeth in the likeness of a marriage ring on his ring finger is more than eloquent about what you mean when call him your "mate".)

Even if Yuuta growls almost as shamelessly low, baring fangs when someone starts behaving wrong, too wrong, forcing him to wrap around you and almost bare claws, threatening to scratch anyone who moves too close to you — as a warning; no one even dares to violate your space, let alone find out what will happen after the 'warning'.

You are TAKEN.

He's purrs like a huge cat when holds the edge of his t-shirt in mouth, allowing you to touch him and slide your fingers down, treating him like a pet, massaging his stomach and squeezing thin waist, perfectly turning into hips and thighs, wrapping around you; his belly is cute, easily squeezing through when you lightly press on it, perfect for a knot, — but you don't respond to quiet whining when Yuuta watches you check something. His nest, the first joint nest, a small love nest for two, specially built for you according to your preferences, looks so good, but Yuuta is closely watching your every look at what's around to see your real opinion; you don't know if he's whining for you to tell him what you're doing or what you think about this nest, — you don't say anything, just leaning closer to him,

And Yuta gasps when you start humping, gently rubbing and making him bend in the back, allowing you to continue at a more comfortable angle, caressing even harder and faster through clothes, touching heated skin with your lips, forcing him to moan and whine while his body is pressed down, unable to move except to incoherently push his hips in an attempt to return the caress. Yuuta is flexible, agile, wriggling under you to grab your clothes, hiding face in your shoulder, hanging on to you tightly even when you lift him higher to continue pushing harder, hearing only a purr mixed with moans when he takes his face away from your neck to immediately snuggle back, looking for your smell and leaving bloody the marks on your neck — but you don't feel them at all, being intoxicated from everything that is happening, just feeling how Yuuta encourages you not to stop, everything is fine, he's fine, even when your smell becomes too much for an ordinary alpha in a nest of this size.

If he could, he would stay in this nest with you forever.

When Yuuta is almost hanging on you, sleepily purring, looking for a source of energy in you, behaving more than eloquently about your closeness, you are more than sure that no one else will approach you, even if you smell like another alpha. Yuuta just has this ability to intimidate others, although you would say that this does not come from biological reasons like smell (like yours), but from something more subconsciously social.

But even if he modestly and quietly intimidates others, you don't mind. In any case, he does it with the best of intentions.

(he doesn't need to know that you encourage him or know about it, however.)

Your smell can become 'too' much only for strangers when you grab Yuuta by the waist, possessively wrapping your arm around it, digging your fingers into side, probably leaving a bruise, but Yuuta only purrs softly, not letting you realize it. A soft, almost weightless kiss on your cheek relaxes you — only to get even angrier, feeling an attempt to invade your space. You don't know how it happens; you don't like it when someone flirts with him, and that's okay, but it's not normal — you're abnormally obsessive with him, and you know it when Yuuta is completely pressed against you, even if he hasn't taken a step himself, and his neck is pressed to your lips.

It's wrong, but if you could... you don't know what you would do to him or them so that it wouldn't happen again. So that no one else flirts with him, no one perceives your smell as "friendly", no one ignores that he is clearly not free. He's yours.

Only yours.

“Love, it's good, it's all good...”

Your mate.

“They just wanted to ask me...”

Your alpha.

“if I had someone.”

An alpha that also smells like other alphas is more successful.

In the end, collectivism and mutual assistance — if an alpha is close to another alpha, then the pack is more likely to survive than if there is only one alpha in the pack. Sometimes it happens that alphas specifically call several alpha-like betas to create the illusion of other alphas.

The principle of mutual support.

“You're mine.”

Yuuta wants to answer something, but doesn't know what, panting and whining, grabbing for you when you kiss him again; whining even more pitifully when you leave a bloody mark on his lips; only to lift head and let you bite his neck, biting the skin until it bleeds under his attempts to be quiet. Maybe you didn't know how to intimidate others, it was something more than you could, but you know what you can do.

Perhaps making sure that your smell becomes his smell will be a fairly short cut if you can't do the same as him.

(maybe this is what Yuuta really wants — but you definitely don't need to know about it, even if he wants you to know about it.)

[lostmyshadesanon]

Hehehe ☺️

Gojo being like pshhhhh I'm not bothered at all! Preceeds to be VERY bothered.

Getou's manipulation is on point! With the grey sweatpants.

Nanami's had me melting uff my heart.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ✘ 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 (𝐩𝐭 𝟏)

♡ pairing: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento x gn!reader (seperate) ♡ content: fluff/crack ♡ warnings: kinda suggestive in gojo n geto's ♡ authors note: i loved writing this !! would u guys give them a second chance ? (ृ ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ृ )ु⭐️💌

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... is 100% aware he fucked up, badly. it had been a week since the two of you broke up after a petty fight. he expected you to call him up a few hours later and ask if he could come over for the usual makeup sex, but when you don't call... he knows you're serious. gojo spends the night vigorously thinking about what he may have done and why you seemed to be so serious about it this time... considering all the past times the two of you solved it. gojo only chuckles and curls into bed, deciding to sleep it off because he knows he has you under his thumb and you won't be gone for that long. pfft, please. how quickly could you have gotten over him? the next day you wake up to the loud sound of bass boosted music outside your apartment complex. you grumble and get out of bed, shoving the curtains aside to reveal your ex-boyfriend with a boom box blasting daddy's home by usher at 7am on a saturday. you give him a dumbfounded look as he taps his foot to the beat, completely unaware of the police cars pulling up behind him. you tumble outside in your pajamas, arms crossed, and he smiles wide at the sight of you. "rise and shine, sweet thing! daddy's home!" 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔... considers seriously posting a thirst trap on his story after the two of you break up. he's feeling even more sour about the situation than normal. it's been about a week, and he knows you still love him, and he still loves you... is that no reason enough to be together still? not like he understood. he scrolls on his phone mindlessly, looking through a selection of post work out mirror selfies and old photos where his button ups show the cleavage of his chest that you've always liked. it was petty, but he can't help it. he sighs defeatedly... he knows that this is no way to get you back and would only make things worse. instead, he gets up, geto knows you're at work today, so he decides to pay you a visit. the doorbell of the flower shop rings, and you turn your head from the daisies before seeing geto's face and immediately furrowing your brow, "suguru?" you ask, dejectedly. he would be lying if he said it didn't hurt. the minute he steps in, you know what he's doing. he's wearing black shirt and gray sweatpants, the outfit you argued was most attractive on him. your breath hitches in your throat before you turn back to your flowers dismissively, "what do you want?" "you... i want you back, please." 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎... deeply tries to go on with his life after you broke up with him. he's forced to pick up the broken pieces of his heart, and part of him longed for you dearly. he goes about his day normally, but nothing feels normal without your little text messages and reminders that you love him. a week since then, he's definitely tried to cope better with his surroundings... but looks around in his pockets searching for where he misplaced his car key. his left pocket jingles, and his fingers meet a cold key. when he pulls it out, he realizes he never gave back the key to your apartment. you arrive home from your day job, evidently exhausted as you enter your apartment and slip off your shoes. your eyes widen when you see nanami sitting at the counter with his head down, fast asleep as your favorite cake rests by his head in a pretty little box... how long was he waiting for? he came back for you. "hi, love," nanami whispers, looking up at you tiredly as your hand gently rests on his cheek. he kisses the inside of your palm, "can we... maybe start over?"

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