#Apologies for any errors!

[willoryn]

A little spa day ♨️

Lucifer joins you for a bath <3

Fem!ReaderxLucifer NSFW

Fingering and oral (reader receiving both), penetration (p in v), smut, reader receives lots of pampering and affection~

A satisfied sigh left you as you slid down into the hot bath until the water came up to your shoulders. You laid your head back on a towel that was resting on the side of the solid stone tub.

This was just what you needed to work out your tense muscles.

You were usually a quick shower type of person. Never really taking the time to allow yourself a little relaxation in a bath tub. But this time around you decided to change things up. Maybe treat yourself a little. After all, Lucifer had this beautiful large stone bathtub that was going to waste. He never really needed to bathe anyways. As the king of hell and an ancient, powerful demon, of course he could just keep himself clean using magic to blink any filth away without thinking.

Unfortunately, you weren't lucky enough to have such powers at your disposal. But even when Lucifer would suggest doing the same to you, you'd always refuse. There was a comfort in letting hot water run over your body. Or submerging yourself in a warm bath. Letting all of the day's stress and grime wash away with some nice smelling body wash.

You let yourself dip lower until the water came up to your chin. You closed your eyes and breathed in the steam from the hot bath. There were no sounds in the room other than the occasional drop from the faucet.

This right here was heaven~

You weren't sure how long you had been sitting like that in the water. You were so lost in your thoughts that you must have lost track of time. It wasn't until you felt something tap against your nose that made your eyes flutter open. Staring back at you were the blank, black eyes of a yellow rubber duck just inches from your face.

A smile formed on your lips and you tapped it's little orange beak with your finger, sending it floating away. No doubt one of Lucifer's creations that he spawned into the bath with you.

Speaking of-

"Mind if I join you?"

The source of that familiar voice came from right beside you. You turned your head where Lucifer was resting his crossed arms on the side of the stone tub and smiling at you with beautiful red eyes. You smiled back at him... also mentally noting that his torso was completely bare. You amused yourself wondering how awkward it would have been if you'd said no.

"I thought you didn't have to bathe." You said.

"I don't... but I was getting lonely," he admitted sheepishly, dipping his fingers into the water to test the temperature. "Do you like it?"

You nodded. "It's great. You should join me."

You didn't have to tell him twice. In a blink, he was no longer beside you. Lucifer appeared in the tub right across from you, fully submerged up to his chest. He smiled at the little rubber ducky that floated past him and then at you.

"This is nice." He said.

"Mhmm," you sighed. "That's why I like to take baths. They're relaxing~"

"Anything I can do to make it even more relaxing for you? Lights? Music? Candles?" He asked, eagerly awaiting to know how he could fulfill any desire you had.

You shook your head. "I don't need all that, hon-"

"Maybe I could rub your shoulders?"

Now that gave you pause. The hot water had made you so relaxed up to this point. A shoulder massage might actually unravel you completely. You nodded and floated over to him. He held you by the shoulders and turned you around. You groaned when his hands started massaging the tense muscles there. If you could melt you probably would have.

His thumbs worked little circles into your skin for a while. Gradually moving down until he was in your middle back. You didn't notice until you felt a certain appendage brush against tour ass just how close you had floated towards him. You were pretty much in his lap at this point. Which wouldn't be a problem...

If his boner wasn't so painfully obvious.

You bit your lip, knowing you should be nice. But where was the fun in that?

"I'm a little tense here, too, sweetie." You reached back and took his hands in yours and lowered them to your hips.

"O-Oh..." You couldn't help but smile at the flustered tone in his voice. He was just too cute sometimes.

Lucifer did as he was told and started massaging you where you placed his hands.

"Mmh... Luci..." you moaned a little sensually on purpose.

You wished you could see the look on his face. No doubt his cheeks were probably dusted with a bright gold as he blushed. His eyes were probably hyperfocused on the area that required his attention and he was shifting uncomfortably where he sat.

Lucifer was far too fun to tease.

Just when you thought he had had enough however, his hands started moving lower. Much to your surprise. They stopped on your thighs, where he continued his massaging.

"Is right here okay, too?" He asked behind you.

You shivered at the feeling of his voice against the back of your neck. "Y-Yeah... that feels good."

And it did... but in another way entirely.

You opened your legs a bit wider, giving him more space to rub you. This was a grave error, as it only led him to start moving into your inner thighs. But still you didn't tell him to stop. His sinful touch felt too good to do such a thing.

Then, as if reading your thoughts, one of his hands boldly dipped between your legs to rub your mound. Just inches away from your now-aching clit.

"And here?"

"Luce..." you breathed. "I think we've ventured beyond just a massage."

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

You shook your head. "No."

"That's good to hear," He said innocently. You could hear the smile in his voice. "Because you're really tense here, too~"

"Is that so?" You asked as his fingers slid up and down your slit before plunging between your folds. You gasped when his finger found your clit and he started circling the sensitive bud.

"Mhmm~" He hummed in approval. "Gotta make sure we work out everything."

After another moment or two, Lucifer abandoned your clit to travel further down until he found what he was looking for. He slid a finger inside you, making you moan louder.

"Poor thing, you're so tight~" He cooed into your ear. "We'll have to fix that."

Then his finger was joined by a second. Lucifer thrust the two digits in an out of you, stretching your pussy walls even more as you clung desperately to the side of the tub.

"Lucifer! F-Fuck-!"

"Good girl, I love hearing my name on your lips." He breathed into your ear, gently nibbling at your helix. His sharp teeth making goosebumps appear on your flesh. "I have to hear more~"

Lucifer removed his fingers from you, much to your disappointment, and turned you around so that you were facing him now. After placing a kiss to your lips, he lifted you and sat you down on the ledge of the stone tub. He spread your legs open and marveled at just how sopping you were.

"Fuck, you're wet."

"Yeah, no shit." You snarked, unable to help yourself.

He gently nipped at your inner thigh, making you squeak.

"You know what I mean, darling." He chuckled. "You look delicious~"

You swallowed as his hungry eyes looked up and down your aching pussy.

"All mine to taste~"

Lucifer made a meal of you. Greedily devouring your cunt as if he's never tasted anything as divine. He made a noise that sounded like a mix between a moan and a growl, thankful to finally have his hunger satisfied. His forked tongue flicked and swirled around your clit, only occasionally stopping to suckle gently on the sensitive bud.

"Oh, Luci!" you moaned, white-knuckling the side of the tub. "Fuck!"

His hands gripped your thighs to hold you in place, not letting you tear this little piece of heaven away from him.

"I'm gonna cum, baby- I-I'm gonna-!" You cried out when you finally tipped over the edge. You pushed your hips against his face, urging his sweet tongue to help you ride out your orgasm until it was too much to bear. Lucifer's tongue snaked down to your entrance, plunging inside to fully drink every last drop of you as you came in his mouth.

"Lucifer!" You cried as the pleasure was soon replaced with overstimulation. Your orgasm had finally subsided and your body shook violently as he continued to drink you down.

Thankfully, he granted you mercy by pulling away from you and standing in the tub, finally giving you a good view of his throbbing erection. He took your hand in his to lift you but your legs protested.

"Let me help you, my darling." He said, lifting you up effortlessly by your ass. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, locking your ankles behind him.

Lucifer kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. When you separated, he met your eyes with his own sex-drunk gaze.

"I love you... and I could spend all night devouring you," Lucifer said breathlessly. "But I need to feel you, my angel."

"Please." You begged, knowing exactly what he meant.

Lucifer didn't waste any time. He pressed his cock to your entrance and. With your permission, thrust into you. Your pussy tightened around him at the sudden entry. But you soon relaxed so that he could start rocking his hips, thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace.

However, it wasn't long until he had you up against the tile wall, desperately bucking into you while you clung to him for dear life. Lucifer held you at the perfect angle. Hitting you deep and hard, exactly how you liked it, making every thrust more delicious than the last.

"F-Fuck-" He growled into your shoulder. "You feel so fucking good-!"

You gripped his hair in one hand and dug your nails into his back with the other. Speech failed you as you were reduced to mere whimpers and moans as he pounded into you, shaking the tub beneath you. By how hard he was pounding into you, it felt like he was probably going to fuck you through this tile wall and you'd be just fine with that.

"I love you-! Fuck- I love you so much!" He shuddered as he felt himself getting ever closer to his own orgasm. He tightened his grip on your hips and quickened his pace. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!"

Craning your neck, you captured his lips in a hot, messy kiss as he finally reached his own nirvana. He moaned into your mouth, filling your lungs with his pleasure as he filled you to the brim with his hot seed. His entire body shook as he milked out every last drop he had into you. Until he was finally spent and panting.

But he wasn't in a hurry to leave you yet.

You both took a minute to catch your breaths. He laid his forehead against your shoulder as he held you to him. You laid your head on top of his and you ran your fingers through his hair.

Once he found enough strength to move again, he brought you both down into the comfort of the warm water. Lucifer released you, much to your disappointment.

"We might need to run a new bath." Lucifer said with a nervous chuckle. "I think we've ruined this one."

You smiled. That was a bit of an understatement. Most of the water was no longer in the tub and whatever cleaning supplies you had brought in here with you was now strewn across the bathroom floor. Even your poor rubber ducky friend laid abandoned beside the tub.

"I think," You gave a chaste kiss to Lucifer's lips. "You should join me for baths more often."

"As long as I get to pamper my queen. I'd love that~" He said, cupping your cheek in his hand and returning your kiss with a deeper and longer one.

♡ The End ♡

[theeroins]

If I say that I'm not used to people misinterpreting my favorite characters, I'd be lying. But the way they get so many things wrong about Inho's character is kinda pissing me off because you KNOW that most of them do it to cancel out the possibility of InHun being *something* more than what's shown so far. You don't ship them, that's fair, frankly I don't care. Everyone's entitled to their own opinion UNTIL your opinion is wrong.

Let's talk about a couple of things I've seen being talked about on tiktok (🙄)

“Inho joined the games because ilnam said that it'd basically be more fun to play than to watch so he followed his example." loud incorrect buzzer ! Inho has joined the games before, and not only that, he's also a previous winner, so therefore he's very much aware of what it's like to be a part of it, he's experienced them first hand, just like he's experienced the atrocities of it. they've changed him for the worst and possibly caused him a huge trauma —they're the reason he's lost faith in humanity after all— so, why would he crave to relive it just for the thrill of it? i, personally doubt he even enjoys watching the game.

“Inho didn't look at Gihun with love, he likes to watch him suffer” Short answer is no. He doesn't like to watch him suffer, neither he looked at him with love, not the pure kind of love at least. Two things can be true at once. Inho spent half the season staring at Gihun because everything about the man intrigued him; His determination, his stubbornness, his kindness, his hope, his heart that's full of love despite the pain he suffered, even the pain in his eyes every time someone got eliminated in front of him as if it was the first time it had happened, as if the cruelty of it all surprised him every damn time. How can someone, who's been through the same things Inho has been through, be the polar opposite of him?

now, the reason(s) that I think Inho actually joined the games for..

(yes I am an Inhun shipper, does that make my opinion a little biased? maybe. do i still believe I'm right? absofuckinglutely.)

Let me clarify this: Inho is NOT a good man, no matter the redemption arc he might get in s3, he'll continue to be a terrible person because nothing will ever erase the blood he's spilled and the evil men he's worked for. BUT at the same time, he's not ALL bad, not like the VIPS and ilnam. See, Inhun are the average "yin-yang" trope in fictional romance, (which I eat up every time and I find it very interesting when it's done the right way, don't get me wrong) Inho is bad but there's some goodness somewhere deep inside him. And the only person who's brought it to the surface is Gihun. Sure, he does think Gihun is naive, but he's also the only person who's actually challenged him, who's "forced" him to get his stupid head out of the dirt and look around him, even for a short while and Inho definitely liked what he saw. Honestly, it wasn't even that hard for Gihun to do so because the goodness in Inho wanted and waited for someone to pull him out of the dirt, he wished for someone, something to give him hope for humanity or.. anything. Anything that'll help him escape from his misery.

You can definitely argue that he joined the games to befriend Gihun, to gain his trust and stop his plans when the time comes, which is half true. But keep in mind that he needed to justify his choice to join the games. He's not a VIP nor the mastermind to simply get to do that without consequences. He's the frontman, the one who controls and manages everything. He's needed for the games to work and go by smoothly and successfully without unnecessary losses and problems. Gihun would only cause problems, Inho knew that very well and yet he chose to put him in it once again. He recklessly made that choice, risking pretty much everything because of his inner conflict. A part of him wanted Gihun to prove himself to him, that there's indeed good that'll save the world and the rest of him wanted to prove to Gihun that everything he so strongly believes in is merely a fantasy.

Joining the games and befriending Gihun was the only way for Inho to see the real him, without the heroic mask he puts on every time he faces the frontman. I think he believed that someone as extraordinary as Gihun will either break in front of him and he will end up disappointed by the human kind once again, or Gihun will change everything about the way he thinks for the better. But the problem is that Inho hopes for both of those things at the same time.

And that was Inho's arc in season 2. His inner conflict and how it will affect him, the game and Gihun later on.

[vaduart]

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[dutiful-wildcraft]

Restoration Worship

Nikolai x Fat F! Reader Tags: monsterfucking, gargoyles, dubcon, overstimulation, tail sex, anal play, double penetration, squirting, cunnilingus, p in v, dirty talk.  I think thats about it, I think yall should know by now that every reader I write is fat, blacked out and wrote 3K words of gargoyle smut sooo… enjoy!

It had begun as a research effort, a little trip to the cemetery to hopefully procure some interesting insight into a little project she’d been working on for the museum. Eyes scanning over lichen covered graves and cracked mausoleums, words long faded in time. 

She’d seen the videos before. Kind strangers brushing away years of decay with a brush and patience. Who would we be without the knowledge from our predecessors after all? 

So with a passion for restoration and a need for busy hands she set to work, uncovering gracious prayers and one of the best cookie recipes she’d ever tasted set within the worn stone. 

It’s months before she comes across him. He’s a big boy, covered in lichen and the webs of spiders, stone stained heavily from the elements. Sharp claws curl into the pedestal he hunkers on, broad wings curled against his back, stone teeth bared in warning. 

Even like this he’s beautiful, strong features carved delicately in tarnished marble. 

She’d found her next project. 

A decade had passed since death had been at Nikolai’s doorstep, when he’d let the stone take him, closed himself off from the world to rest after an egregious injury. He’d watched over the lowly cemetery with weak eyes, until they too became covered. Until he’d lost himself to the void, consciousness falling into inky blackness as he waited amongst the trees. 

That is, until her.

His days had shifted from the chittering of squirrels and bird song to an incessant chatter. A soft english lilt that stirred something in his hazy mind. He likes the english. Past visions of old friends flash in his mind, warm dark skin, cigars, a mask made of bone. 

How could he forget? 

He strains, willing his senses back to life, listens harder for the soft voice amongst the tombstones. 

She talks to the dead, chattering away at graves that will never speak back to her. This graveyard is old, quiet, its occupants long passed over after they stopped burying the dead here, when their loved ones had long passed on themselves. 

She asks them questions, makes up stories, tells them about her day. She’s a museum conservator and she brings things back to life all the time. Making them shiny and new, loving them through hard work and careful hands so that others may get to love them too. 

And when she’s not talking she’s humming, or singing so off tune that even the birds grumble. But she’s laughing at herself,  looking up songs from the years written on the graves and playing those too, a little tune the deceased might be familiar with. 

Her voice bounces from grave to grave, and he realizes she’s cleaning them, scrubbing the dirt away and bidding them adieu when her task is finished. 

Sweet thing, he muses, wishing he could see her, wishing she would bring him to life too.

His dream comes true on a sunny afternoon, the summer rays warming his stone, waking him just a little more. 

She’s close, footsteps rustling the leaves at his feet as she circles him. 

“You keep watch don’t you?” she asks him seriously, and she’s right there. So close he can smell her, like blueberries and vanilla sugar, it’d make his mouth water if he could just move.

She speaks again, but he can barely register the words as warm gentle hands clear the infinite dark from his field of view. Brushing away vines and lichen.

“There! That’s better!” 

And there she is. A big soft girl, with sweet round cheeks flushed from the heat. He needs to hold her, crush her close and reward her for her kindness, but she’s gone just as quickly, promising to return to clean him properly, and his marble heart warms at the thought. He commits her form to memory, watching her soft braids sway against her back as she leaves.  

A longing seeping deep into his marrow as he lets the sleep take him again. 

She returns the following weekend, small spray rig and gentle cleaner in hand when she finds him again. She’s mindful, soft hands gently tugging at his limbs to test the durability before ambling her soft body onto his platform. It’s wonderful, to finally feel the heat of another against his skin, and he thinks if the sun weren’t touching him he could come to life now, tackle her into the soft grass and ravish her. He knows she’d be so sweet, whimpering and mewling under his touch. 

It would wait for another time. 

She works from the top down, soaking him with warm water before scrubbing him with soft bristle brushes. She’s delicate, leaning her soft body against his as she cleans, washing away years of dirt and moss. She scrubs behind his ears, in the bend of his horns, clearing the nests of insects from between his teeth. He revels in the feel of her, soft breasts and belly pressed to his skin, gentle hands stroking over the sensitive margins of his wings. Had he been mobile he’d be purring, with spread wings and stiff cock all over some gentle petting. 

He mourns when she leaves, water cooling against his stone as she packs up before nightfall. 

But it gives him time to practice.

It takes days, weeks, before he can move under the cover of night, limbs coming to life sluggishly, the world becoming more clear to his dulled senses. 

She returns like clockwork, spending the afternoons with him, chatting and humming, leaning against his platform as she eats her lunch. 

He can’t move far, just a few movements, but he gets greedy, finally willing his wings to open, letting them stretch pleasantly in the cool night air and freeze there when the sun freezes him again. 

She’s a bit startled when she returns, eyeing him with confusion and the broad reptilian wings spread proudly behind his back. Come closer love, they’ve always been this way.

Nevertheless she scrubs those too, warm hands petting over the webbing, ghost along the modified fingers of his wings. He has half a mind to wallow in the night, cover himself in more dirt if only to keep her trips regular. But he knows his time is coming to an end when she dusts away the last leaves from his pedestal. 

She has a final rest with him, his sweet keeper perched at his feet as she watches the sun disappear behind the trees. 

And finally, finally. As the soft light of the moon kisses his skin, he greets her. 

“Hello solnyshka” he purrs, voice low and gravely,  amusement crinkling pupil-less eyes, as he watches her nearly jump out of her skin. Scrambling away and whirling to take a look at the massive gargoyle.  He can see now, really see, and she’s lovely. Freckles dusting round cheeks, bulky denim and cotton hiding big soft curves underneath. 

She’s frozen, staring at him with wide eyes. He stretches, not unlike a cat, trembling slightly with the effort as he spreads his wings, lifts his hands above his head to crack his own spine, shaking away the stiffness from his tired bones. He relaxes again,  smiling at her fondly, revealing sharp fangs underneath. 

“I’m grateful for your work.” he calls again, taking a slow step off of his platform, clawed feet digging into the earth below. He is truly, his new keeper being the first ray of sun to truly grace his skin in decades. Just the light he needed to wake him from his slumber.  He needs to hold her, feel her softness under his claws. 

She swallows, clasping trembling hands in front of her. 

“I didn’t mean to be a bother, sir”

Sir.

He purrs at the honorific, but why did she think she was a bother? Had she not heard him?

“Not a bother, you’ve “restored” me” he chuckles, “quite well too” he adds looking over his limbs as he eases closer. “Call me Kolya.”

She repeats it, mimicking the accent just right, and being the polite thing she is, she gives him her name in return. It melts in his mouth like sugar, His pretty prize unaware of the hold she’s given him with just her name alone. 

“Come here, let me have a look at you”

She hesitates a moment before inching towards him, and he meets her halfway with a long stride, chin to his chest as he looks her up and down. His poor thing is so nervous. Fidgeting under his gaze, pulling, pushing and twisting at the joints of her fingers, desperate to get them to pop, to alleviate some of the tension in her body. 

He takes her hand in his, sliding a claw between her fingers to shake them loose, letting her soft little hand curl around his own. He dwarfs her, already half-hard with just her palm in his. He moves her carefully, flipping her hand over to trace a dark claw over the sensitive lines of her palm drawing a small shiver from her that has his cock twitching in interest. 

He continues, gliding his fingers up her arm, over her shoulder, toying briefly with the denim strap of her overalls. She’s bashful, keeping her eyes averted, a hot flush to her cheeks as he looks her over. 

“None of that” he chides, sliding his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her back. Her lips part, pupils blown as he smiles down at her, some of her nervousness melting away as he handles her so gently.  “So pretty, daragaya” and the stars in her eyes as he praises her break what little self control he has left. 

He’s quick, catching her round face in both hands and bending low, pressing a hungry kiss to her lips. She squirms briefly, hands flying up to grip his wrists in panic, he curls a tail around her calf, holding her neatly in place as he licks into her mouth, earning a soft gasp from his keeper as her lips part for him. 

Good gods, she even tastes sweet. 

He purrs happily into her mouth, savoring the taste of her flavored chapstick, the end of his tail flickering happily, brushing the soft curve of her ass. She’s panting now, a soft little whine bubbling from her throat at the contact. He dives low, licking a stripe across her jaw, reveling in the salt of her skin before nibbling and kissing his way down her throat, clawed fingers easily popping the cheap metal clasps of her outfit, pushing the denim away before yanking off the extra cotton shirt underneath. 

Nikolai thinks it should be forbidden for such soft curves to be hidden like that. She’s a vision, an angel with the most beautiful soft curves, and when he has her back in his den he’ll dress her in the finest silks and jewelry, pretty chains to hug her waist, dangle nicely between her breasts. Highlight all his favorite parts. He might even keep her bare, just for his eyes to see. 

She shivers in the cold, using her arms to cover her breasts as best as she could, eyes averted from his hungry gaze.  Why did she hide from him? There should be paintings of her, statues in her image. She was perfect. So warm and soft, he kneaded at the handles at her hips, clawed fingers tracing over the soft swell of her belly, the rolls at her sides, skin hot beneath his fingers. He huffs, snagging her wrists and holding them well above her head, using the extra digits at the ends of his wings to hold her there, pulled taught and vulnerable beneath his gaze.

With a sharp claw he rips away the scrap of fabric that covered her chest, large hands palming them eagerly, nipples pebbling under the warm drag of his thumbs. He hums, pinching and pulling at her perfect little tits, hard cock nudging incessantly at her belly, leaving glistening webs of pre-cum over her skin as she whimpers and gasps. 

“Kolya” she whines as he drags a hot tongue over her soft peaks, flicking his tongue over her pert skin before drawing a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and suckleing greedily. He breaks away, grinning up at her, sinking his teeth into the meat of her breast cheekily. She squirms, eyes squeezed tight and teeth dug into her plump lip as she tries halfheartedly to escape him. Though the wiggling only gives her tits a lovely jiggle that has him diving in again, nipping at her nipple just to earn himself another squeal. 

He kisses over the skin in a gentle apology before sliding down her belly, pressing a trail of hot kisses there before he reaches the seam of her panties, cute little curls peaking out around the edges at her thighs. He marvels at the dark stain of her arousal, pressing his nose into the soaked fabric and breathing deep. She bucks against his face, squirming madly to get some kind friction. Not so demure now are you?

“I’ll take care of you greedy girl, patience.” he warns, tail patting her ass fondly as he drags his tongue along the sodden fabric. He rips those away too, thick tongue sliding against her folds with little preamble, the resounding moan like music to his ears. Using his tail to tug her legs further apart, he lavishes her in earnest, slurping at her cunt like a beast, using his thumbs to spready her puffy lips apart. She’s heaven, sweet and tangy on his tongue, and he would stay here for hours, drinking her down until her legs gave out and then taking more. 

He sinks his tongue inside, licking into her tight heat as his nose brushes against her clit, humming wickedly as she cries and bucks. He takes control, dragging his claws up to grip her hips, guiding her into a nice and easy rhythm against his face. He loves every minute of it, reveling in the drag of her soaked folds against his tongue,  the broken whines as he breaks away to suck her clit. He drags her to the edge over and over, fucking his tongue back into her wet heat and nosing at her sensitive nerves until she’s gushing against his face with a choked cry. 

“So good, solnyshka” he praises, sitting back on his haunches to admire his work. He leans in, licking a hot stripe up her thigh, catching the errant rivulets of slick as they drip from her. 

“So wet, I bet we can make a bigger mess can’t we?” he purrs, dragging his knuckles against the soaked seam of her sex, drawing a tired whimper from her. She sags against his hold, chest flushed, and thighs soaked. He could devour her whole like this. 

He releases her, lifting her spent body into his arms, easing her down onto the clean pedestal that was once his. Pushing her legs apart he slides between them, sliding his neglected cock over her folds, using his tip to rub at her sensitive clit before sliding it along her body. He’s thick, head tapered to a near point, thick ridges rippling along underside of his shaft for a textured drag. Heavy balls kiss the seam of her sex as he rests there, tip drooling against her stomach. He needs her to see what she’s getting herself into, how much she’ll need to take for him. His soft girl looks up at him, big glassy eyes full of nervous anticipation. 

“I know” he coos, grinding himself against her skin, “you can take it, my perfect girl, we just need a little more room.”

He needs her pliant, well stretched to take him fully. With his claws as they were, using his fingers wasn’t an option,  but he does have another solution. Dragging a heavy palm through her slick he grabs hold of his tail, coating the tapered end thoroughly before guiding it toward her entrance, using a thumb to circle her clit as he slips inside. 

The tip is easy, no thicker than a couple of her fingers as it pushes its way inside, the glide nice and easy from her previous orgasm. He fucks nice and slow, thrusting the tip in shallowly until she’s whining for more. He leans over her, rutting his cock against the crease of her thigh as he sinks his tail in further, fucks into her with more speed, using his hands wisely to play with her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers and nibbling at her lips to distract her from the stretch. She’s holding on for dear life, hands gripping his horns for purchase. 

Even as spent as she is, she clenches around him desperately, sweet pussy desperate to take as much of him as she can. He can’t wait to feel her pulsing against his cock. Wet and hot, and so so tight. 

He growls, rutting into her with more fervor. She’s close, chubby thighs clenching as he curls the tip of his tail a bit, just to bully more of his length inside of her. She’s lost in it, frantically kissing at his face as her peak draws closer and closer.  Sneaking a thumb against her clit she cums again, legs slamming shut against his tail as he fucks her through it, laughing as she sobs, shoving at him weakly as she gushes messily around him again, slick coating his abdomen and dribbling down the stone underneath. 

“Good girl, one more for me zoloste, I know you can do it.” He yanks her thighs apart pulling his tail from her greedy cunt and dragging her further down the pedestal, her plush ass hanging off the edge. He rests her thighs against his chest, kissing her ankle soothingly as he drags himself through her slick folds, thoroughly coating himself before lining up with her entrance. 

Even with the prep it’s a tight squeeze. He takes it slow, bullying his way inside her soaked heat, gummy walls squeezing him tight as he sinks in, whimpering as the ridges of his cock drag against her sore entrance.  He fucks slowly, pumping in shallow thrusts before he pulls out again, teasing her tired clit and pushing in again, head thrown back with victorious groan as he finally pushes himself to the hilt. 

Its a gorgeous sight, her pussy split open on the girth of him, legs spread wide and clit twitching as he fucks her with tight shallow circles. She’s a mess, cheeks streaked with tears and trembling against the stone, whimpers and little hiccups falling from her lips. He hushes her, sliding his palms against her thighs, catching her hands to curl his fingers in hers, anchoring her there as he picks up the pace. 

She’s already close, cunt clenching around him with every thrust. He fucks into her with earnest, her pretty fat pussy swallowing him down to the balls as the sticky slap of it echoes through the cemetery. 

“Fuck, taking me like you were made for it.”  he snarls bending over her to lick into her mouth, swallowing every little cry and plea as he fucks her mercilessly, soft body jiggling with the harshness of it. 

“You’ll give me anything won’t you? Let me fill up this pretty pussy.” he pants, yanking her closer, and with a sick knowing grin, his tail slides underneath her, slick tip toying with her asshole. “Let me fill this pretty ass too, wouldn’t you?”

“Anything you want, Kolya, please, please,”  she begs, his perfect girl cock drunk and hazy, tears spilling down her cheeks as she rocks into him for more. 

“Don’t even know what's good for you, silly girl, you’d let me tear you in two.” he chuckles, “ but I’ll give you a little taste.” His tip slides between her cheeks, already slick from her own juices.  He teases her there, flickering playfully at her hole before sinking in slowly, pushing just past her tight ring of muscle to fill her up, groaning at the feel of his own cock sliding against her walls. 

Her next orgasm takes her like a freight train, soft body arching and trembling as it ravages through her. He fucks her through it, pussy clenching him like a vice as he pulls his tail from her ass, sharp claws digging into the meat of her hips hard enough to draw blood as he chases his own end. 

Snarling like a beast he pounds into her, sinking himself deep as he comes with a low growl, painting her insides with long spurts. Filling her completely until his spend seeps out around his cock, spilling down her thighs and into the soft earth below. 

He holds them there like that, cock buried deep as he marks her from the inside out, his bulky head resting against her breasts as they both come down. 

His, his, his. 

His perfect soft girl, flushed and damp from sweat and slick, trembling hands carding though his dark hair.  Kind and gentle despite the way he ravaged her. 

And when she leans up, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips with a nervous giggle, he knows he’ll guard her for the rest of his days. 

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 7!

in which i handed in a thesis proposal, caught a cold, and read some lovely fics... it's been a wild week lol

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

baby that's why i fell into you | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 1.7k | GA

Eddie has amnesia, Buck struggles. genuinely one of the best love confessions i've read in ages <3 this had me smiling so much!!

call me what you will | ameliahart | 5.9k | E

A  continuation of 8x06 where Buck pouts, Eddie feels joy, and they fuck about it. genuinely i will eat up any and all post-8x06 fics and this is no exception... love the eddie characterisation here!!

faded from the winter | Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars | 9.9k | T

Eddie struggles to bounce back after the shooting. Buck starts leaving him with his service dog, Cranberry. cranberry fic!! i love this series so so much <3 especially love the eddiemaddie friendship in this one!

golden morning sunbeams | Buddiesmutslut/@buddiesmutslut | 10.3k | GA

As Eddie is debating his move to Texas, a few texts from his son in the middle of the day set him on a course to getting everything he's been wanting. such a fascinating look at the whole chris in texas/helena and ramon doing whatever the fuck it is that they're doing plot! so good!! and buck here is just <3

hopeless, breathless, burning slow | mostardent/@laracrofted | 14.9k | M

After the coma, Buck struggles to feel real and unofficially moves in with Eddie. there's some gorgeous gorgeous imagery in this one <3 one of the best post-coma fics ever!!

let me give you my life | paleredheadinascifi | 6.4k | T

another take on what happened after the couch scene. Eddie *wants*. They're both brave about it. they're so brave about it <3 wonderful fic!!

slaughterhouse | kithmet/@kithmet | 21.3k | E

Eddie announces he’s leaving. Buck, naturally, begins a slow descent to madness. such a stunning fic it genuinely left me speechless... the most beautiful codependent freak4freak buddie <3 an immediate bookmark for sure!!

take two falls out of three | doitgently/@doitbuckley | 16.3k | M

Eddie tries to go to Texas. What do you get when you cross a man and an eighteen-wheeler truck? such a fantastic look at chris and eddie's relationship <3 beautiful writing!!

the moon like a spotlight | dykeries/@buddiesbian | 4.7k | E

Three months after Eddie moves to El Paso, Buck comes to visit. this is sappy and soft and also funny (the starnaming!!) and just so very perfect <3

the rainbows we chase | timeshareindestin/@timeshareindestin | 5.8k | M

buck accidentally makes an appointment for their first kiss. the proposals!! i love the proposals!! love is stored in the calendar indeed <3 so so good!

too far from the sun | idiotsinkdaisies/@idiotsinkdaisies | 9k | M

Where Eddie Diaz spends time in El Paso, and handles it fine. Buck is back in Los Angeles, and Eddie does not feel the hundreds of miles between them like a physical ache. (He might be lying to himself.) blanket rec for an author whose work i've been LOVING this week!! this one has the most stunning writting and eddie characterisation and i love it so much <3

u/fuckley's reddit post history. | dylaesthetics | 7.9k | M

the emotional rollercoaster of Buck’s Reddit posts throughout the history of knowing Eddie. this is such a brilliantly formatted fic!! i read this on a cold dark bus back home and it was exactly what i needed <3

what if all i need is you | serenelystrange/@serenelystrange | 3k | GA

“Eddie doesn’t even like men,” Buck says with a frown. “I asked.” “Of course you did,” Chim says, dropping his head into his hand with a murmured whisper of *Jesus Christ*. another blanket rec for an author who's been posting some truly brilliant works <3 this one is soft and fun and has such lovely firefam interactions!!

with a little water and a little bit of sunlight | teaspoonmoon/@young-waverer | 4.7k | T

The one where it's not Homes.com but it's also not porn on the iPad. such a lovely alternate ipad-scene <3 so sweet!! i love the dialogue here especially!

[snail-day]

Imagining geto tying a little ribbon around readers neck, with a bell attached so he can hear exactly where she is.

Of course he would do some complicated bow she can't get off without strangling herself. And if she ever manages to cut or rip it off maybe next time geto's present is her hands bound behind her back

THIS. A thousand times this. It’s sweet and docile, just the way he made you. The way he likes you. The tiny bell at your throat sings with every step, a fragile, trembling sound that fills the silence between you. He never has to wonder where you are, after all, he tied it himself a silk ribbon, soft as a caress, woven into a delicate bow at the nape of your neck. The kind that tightens when you struggle. The kind you can’t remove without strangling yourself. It sits snug against your pulse, a collar made for something small. Something meek. A slaughterhouse collar, disguised as something pretty.

He just loves to watch you move, watching the careful way you step, as if you know what you are. As if you understand what waits for you at the end of the line. When you lower your head into his open palm, he hums in soft approval, fingers playing with the ribbon’s loose end. A quiet flick, and the bell rings. His lamb. His offering. His property.

But lambs shouldn’t struggle. Lambs should know better.

So if you ruin his gift, tear it off, cut it away, try to silence the sound he loves, he will have to choose something more fitting.

No more silk. No more gentle warnings.

Next time, it will be cold steel biting into your skin. A padlock at your throat, heavier than the air you try to pull into your lungs. Chains looping from your neck to your wrists, binding them behind your back. No more bell. Only the sound of metal clinking, the weighted drag of captivity.

Suguru doesn’t like doing this to you. He really doesn’t. But you leave him no choice.

When you finally break, when your body trembles against his, breathless and small, when you whisper I’m sorry, eyes wide and wet, his answer is always soft and gentle: "You will be."

Then the chain tightens as he secures you to the cold floor of a darkened room within the estate. The links rattle, settling into place, trapping you in a space where time has no meaning. From the folds of his robes, he retrieves a small vial, the glass catching what little light remains from the hallway. Unscrewing the dropper from the vile, just a few drops to the tongue would be enough for a week. Made from the vilest of curses. His warm hand tilts your chin up, a thumb pressed against your tongue. You attempt to plea, lips trembling in weak resistance, but it’s futile. A few bitter drops spill onto your tongue, sharp and acrid, seeping into your senses before you can even think to fight it. He waits for your pupils to shift, unaware of the horrors his sweet lamb will face. Before he leaves, he ensures that your wrists are bound; he doesn’t want his sweet lamb to hurt herself.

Sweet little lambs aren’t meant to fight. They’re meant to be kept safe, tucked away with the rest of the livestock, docile and obedient. Perhaps after a week in the dark, you’ll remember that. Perhaps after a week in the dark, you’ll remember that you do love being his little lamb.

Perhaps then you’ll be ready for that silk ribbon again.

[jiuwi]

HOW THEY ARE ON DATES ！

𖦹 ft. haikyuu men | cw: implied timeskip! in akaashi’s part

𖦹 TENDOU SATORI

top 1 date idea: ice cream dates ( second goes to arcade dates )

very competitive when it comes to arcade games. raises his hands in an “i’m innocent!” way when you lose to him ( he just likes to see you huff in annoyance )

in another occasion, he envelopes your body in an embrace and rests his chin on your shoulder. “let’s stay like this for a while.” he’d mumble while he lowers his head and buries his face on the crook of your neck.

after a moment of silence, he may or may not leave a tiny peck on the base of your neck before pulling away and staring directly at your eyes. he sighs, a content smile stretching upon his face, “thank you. god, i’m so lucky.”

𖦹 AKAASHI KEIJI

book store dates !!!!!

enjoys the peaceful environment inside the shop and often takes stolen glances whenever you’re immersed in the book you’re reading.

he finds you beautiful all the time, but there’s just something so special about you when you become so immensely interested in something. the way you purse your lips slightly as you scan over the pages, the way your eyes light up in amusement when you find the plot interesting, or simply when you turn to look at him with a wide smile on your face upon finding “the love of your life” ( book )

bonus: café dates (>ᴗ<) he picks you up from work and drives you to a local café to relax. ( indeed he’s akaashi “let me spoil you” keiji )

𖦹 BOKUTO KOUTAROU

i just KNOW your dates would include: cotton candy and amusement parks

would try to win all the game booths he can find to win you prizes. he’d win most of them, but some he failed to get ( 100% would feel like he failed you as a boyfriend )

he won you a ring pop and kept it a secret until you two rode a ferris wheel ( cliché i know but trust me )

“proposes” to you on the ride, and you gladly accepted, giggling as he slipped that tiny ring pop on your finger while he glanced up at you with puppy eyes.

bonus: he probably realized he was in love with you at that exact moment and made a promise to propose to you, properly this time, with a proper ring and a proper attire.

𖦹 KOZUME KENMA

dates with kenma are peaceful. you’d often find yourselves at home and cuddle while watching movies.

he loves it when you play with his hair, combing the strands with your fingers.

he leaves soft pecks on your forehead, nose, and cheeks when you feel drowsy, relishing in the way you scrunch your nose and yawn silently.

“mmn, sleep well.”

covers you comfortably with his blanket while you sleep, often patting your back softly as he himself dozes off.

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Mentions of Blood

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Yandere!Childe who stares at you with the most loving, affectionate eyes imaginable. When he is home, he trails behind you from room to room, desperate for your attention and love, for sweet little kisses and quips. Yandere!Childe who loves combat and fighting and the thrill of a hunt, except when it comes to you. Oh, how he hates it when you try to run; he wishes he could kiss all your fears away. The idea of you in pain is unfathomable. Childe knows his hands are stained with blood, but whenever he returns home to you, for just a short period of time, he can be clean.

Yandere!Childe who wishes he didn't have to whisk you away to a safe and secluded cabin in Snezhnaya, but knows that if any of the Harbingers find you, it only gives them more leverage against him. He can't let that happen. Can't let them take you away from him. Every time he intertwines your hands with his, he swears you have magic in your bones, a piece of divinity tucked away in your soul. You heal the invisible wounds that mar his mind. Yandere!Childe who watches fondly as you drift off into sweet dreams one night, brushing away a strand of hair from your face. So fragile. So beautiful. So powerful. You're so dangerous that you have disarmed one of the Fatui Harbingers, tamed him beneath your unwilling touch. Yandere!Childe who wields his delusions like weapons. You don't hate him, you're simply adjusting. Soon enough the two of you will be dancing to invisible music on hardwood floors and cuddling on couches, protected by wood walls from the harsh chill of winter. And even if it takes time, he'll be sure to pierce your heart eventually with his love, and claim victory in this battle.

[heartless-aro]

if friendship is not below romance why can queer-platonic relationships be considered serious friendships?

The idea that a QPR is a more serious type of friendship is a common misconception. A QPR is a type of platonic relationship which doesn’t conform to the societal norms traditionally associated with platonic relationships. It is not inherently more important or deeper than a more “conventional” friendship. It just happens to challenge society’s “rules” for what a friendship should look like and may sometimes involve forms of intimacy—such as cuddling, kissing, sex, or referring to those involved as your partner(s)—which are often (but not always) confined to the realm of romantic relationships.

Plenty of people go their whole lives without having any interest in QPRs or romantic relationships while still having friends (in a non-queerplatonic relationship) who they would die for. There are also people who have queerplatonic partners or romantic partners who they would not die for. There are also people who consider all their close relationships to be equal in value, regardless of how the relationship is labeled (if it’s labeled at all) or what forms of intimacy are present in the relationship. The value of a relationship is determined not by what category of relationship the relationship falls into or most closely resembles, but by the level of importance those involved in the relationship choose to place on it.

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

To summarise the DL announcements from the showcase:

Digital distribution of the original Do-S and Versus CDs, along with the More Blood CDs

New project: Song of Emblem Four CDs that will feature a song and drama featuring ONE character from each family (Ayato, Kou, Carla and Kino). As far as I can tell at the moment it doesn't look like the others are going to make an appearance (at least definitely not in the main drama track/songs). I think this is what was meant to be released as House of Vampire but they have rebranded it for some reason. It's been so long since House of Vampire was announced that I can't remember the details, I know that the songs were always meant to be sung by one member of each family but I don't think it was ever made clear who would show up in the drama portion? I wonder whether it was originally meant to include more/all of the characters but with all the VA drama they had to change it and thus the rebrand (this is just speculation on my part, Rejet have not said anything about it).

Switch port of Dark Fate and Lunatic Parade (looks like it's going to be a combined port)

Dark Fate and Lunatic Parade seems like a slightly weird combo to me given that as far as I'm aware, there is no switch port for Vandead Carnival and there definitely isn't one for Lost Eden so it leaves two DL games not available on Switch but I definitely don't think you can combine Vandead Carnival and Lost Eden.

Anyway, I'm glad we are finally getting some non-merch DL content and I'm very happy for Ayato, Kou, Carla and Kino fans.

... However this also means Shin is now going to be the only character without a solo song OTL

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

idk if you're still doing these but how do you think the animorphs would do against the original X-Men?

[Obligatory joke about the X-Men having an advantage because they cloned Jake to make Bobby.]

Animorphs Advantages

Trust in leadership. Full offense to Scott, but he can be bossy and overbearing to the point where it causes infighting. Jake's team will not hesitate to go up against impossible odds at his command, and basically never questions his orders in the heat of battle.

Flight hours. Warren might outweigh Tobias by a good 200 pounds, but he doesn't spend literally 15+ hours a day 7 days a week flying around hunting. And Tobias gets very good at taking out bigger opponents like David's golden eagle or the helmacron ship.

Adaptability. The Animorphs can survive in most environments most of the time, and are nigh unkillable. Jean can be taken out by a rock to the head. Scott can be taken out by a rock to Jean's head.

X-Men Advantages

Coordinated attacks. They can and do hit their enemies from multiple fonts at once: Warren goes high while Hank goes low, Jean goes mental as Bobby goes physical, so on. The Animorphs' weapons are all variations on hitting or stabbing their enemies up close.

Sheer raw power. Scott can punch a hole in a mountain. Jean may or may not be able to destroy entire planets. Bobby can make an entire city in the time it takes Scott to level one.

The fact that they actually go to school. Hank's obviously the one with the big advantage over the C- average high school dropouts, but Scott, Bobby, and Jean are also smart enough to be teachers in some continuities.

Animorphs Disadvantages

Distance. This is always their drawback, but they only have melee attacks. Scott, Jean, and Bobby can all attack from half a mile away.

Leaky communication. A ton of their strategy depends on being able to talk to each other without their enemies hearing. Even if they figure out that Jean can hear every word they're saying, they're going to be massively hampered by their inability to talk privately during battles.

X-Men Disadvantages

Compassion. Assuming that this is winner-take-all no-holds-barred fight, the X-Men will not only hesitate to kill, but are likely to stop fighting if one of their own is killed. The Animorphs have no such pangs of conscience, or at least don't let those stop them.

Lack of control. All of them are, to some extent, afraid of their own powers or hesitant to use them. You don't see Rachel beating herself up about what'd happen if she let the beast win or got too much phoenix power.

Conclusion: I'm giving this one to the mutants. Sorry, morphers.

[spooksicl-e]

new year, old john watson doodles^^

[corroded-hellfire]

Counter-offer: You tell us what you think each JQ character's wildest or weirdest kink is. 😉

Bless you for feeding into my rabidness 😈

Gonna do one for every JQ character I have watched (I know Johnny hasn’t really been revealed yet but I am a life long Johnny Storm fangirl so I’m projecting lmao)

Putting it under the cut because I may have gotten carried away

Eddie (if you’ve read my work this will come as no surprise) has a massive breeding kink. Just the thought of everyone knowing you let the freak knock you up drives him wild. He wants to fill you up and watch your belly grow to stake his claim. You let him put his dick in you and he’s gonna make damn sure that the world knows it.

Geta loves to degrade you but in the filthiest ways. It’s always how you’re such a dirty slut for him and how you’re just a hole for him to use whenever and wherever he wants. How you’ll do any and all depraved acts that he commands you to, not just because he’s your emperor, but because you are such a desperate whore

Eric is the subbiest of subs and needs constant praise. The man will get a hard on if you tell him that you like the choice of radio station he put on. The most mundane things, doesn’t matter. You think he did well? He was a good boy? Did a good job? He’s putty in your hands and practically sobbing already

Johnny loves to put on a good show. The idea of people seeing him fucking you drives him insane. He’s in the public eye so it isn’t hard for him to come up with ways to publicly claim you. Whether it’s fucking up against the windows in the Baxter Building (yeah, it’s a tall building but someone has to be looking up, right?) or parading you around town with your skin marked up or excessive groping so everyone can see how he and only he is allowed to touch you

Ralph has a mommy kink. Absolutely calls you “mommy” when you’re making him feel so fucking good. He’s embarrassed by it at first but he stops caring and eventually pleads for his mommy to take care of him and make him feel good.

Michael has such a corruption kink. It doesn’t matter if you’re an angelic school girl or already have rough edges to you—Michael is going to make you worse. Michael is going to do things to you that make you blush just by hearing about them. The way he can make you squirm and feel filthy has him almost coming just by thinking about it.

Tom always has to fuck you in front of a mirror. He needs you to see yourself being utterly used by him. It’s an obsession to see how he looks pounding into you at different angles.

Paul is obsessed with breath play. So much of his shitty life is out of his control, but with you? You breathe when he says you can. He loves to choke you and watch your eyes glass over from lack of air. Then he decides when to loosen his grip and let you breathe again.

Enjolras has the unfortunate affliction of insomnia, which has led to his somnophilia. He sees you laying there, so still and calm; your chest lightly rising and falling as you sleep and Enjolras can’t help but touch you. You’re so responsive even in your sleep that it becomes Enjolras’s favorite playtime.

Koner wants to be humiliated. He’s got this big important job as a guard and likes to act all tough, but when you get in bed with him at the end of the day he just wants to hear what a fucking loser he is and how he’s pathetic. He wants you to threaten to tell all your friends how he’s a worthless piece of shit.

Arthur loves to have his senses deprived. Blindfold? Fuck yes. Handcuffs? Hell yeah. Definitely some bondage usage as well, but it’s mostly the just blindly (pun intended) trusting the person he’s with by cutting off one or more senses completely.

[faux-ecrivain]

Yan Emperor

(Twelfth Official Post)

(Duke’s name is Isaiah Hartfeld)

(This one might be a bit muddled, but I tried my best.)

(Emperor’s name is Adonis Margold)

(this one focuses on the Emperor, part two should focus on the Duke)

     The Duke, Isaiah Hartfeld, was well known for being a promiscuous womanizer and he often caused an uproar in society. Which is what prompted the Emperor to marry Isaiah off to someone that would whip him into shape, you. You were a well known person throughout all social circles, you were the head of you family and you didn’t let anyone push you around. Of course, when the emperor first proposed such an idea you immediately shut it down. You didn’t explain why, but you did say that nothing in this world would ever make you change your mind. So, he decides to offer you something out of this world, something only he can give you.

     The Emperor greets you as you enter the throne room, a sly smile on his tanned face. “Ah, Good Morrow, my dear friend, how are you this lovely evening?” He descends from his throne, his boots click against the marble floor. He holds a gloves hand out and waits for you the greet him, you reluctantly grab hold of his hand with one of your own gloved hands. (Gloves are very popular around here) You place a respectful kiss on his knuckles (which, of course, causes the Emperor to smile) and then let go of his hand (which causes the emperor’s smile to fall).

      “I am doing no better than any other day, why did you call me here, Your majesty?” You respond with an air of formality and familiarity. The Emperor frowns, finding your formality unnecessary. “Come now, my dear subject, formality is not necessary. We’re practically family!” He says with a grin on his face and wink of his eyes, you, however, are confused. But you just nod your head and let him say what he wants. He waits for your response, but his joy diminishes with each second of silence.

     He clears his throat and pats your shoulders. “I see you’re in no mood for small talk, so I suppose I should just get to the point.” He forces a smile on his face and places his hands on your shoulders, he chooses to ignore the way you lean away from him. “I’ve decided that you shall marry Duke Hartfeld.” Your eyes widen and you’re about to disagree when the Emperor interrupts you. “Ah, Ah, Ah, I already know what you’re about to say, but trust me, you do not want to reject this deal.” He leads you to a nearby chair, which seems to have been placed just for you, and sits you down. He kneels, on one knee, in front of you.  “Your majesty! What are you doing?!” You exclaim, finding his behavior strange. He brushes off your worries and continues speaking.

     “Listen, [Y/N], I know you aren’t from this country and I know you want to go home. So, if you marry the Duke and straighten him up, then I’ll take you home.” Your expression shifts from disbelief to doubt, how would the Emperor send you home, and how does he know you aren’t from here? Unless, by home, he means returning you to your country. Which would make more sense, because you were a prisoner of war when you first came to this country. Now, you’re a high ranking general and commanding an army, you can’t help but be proud of yourself. “What on Ilasatra do you mean?” (Ilasatra is the equivalent of earth in this world.) You ask him, a frown developing on your face.

    The Emperor smirks and brushes your hair back, then he stands up and begins to circle your chair. He stands behind you and leans his head down to whisper into your ears. “You know exactly what I mean.” He purrs, placing his hand on your shoulder and caressing it, which causes you to lean away from him. He touches you far too much, it makes you very uncomfortable. Your breath catches in your throat and you can’t help the hope that claws its way to your heart. “You can send me home?” You mutter, turning to face him and your gaze catch his. There’s such a hopeful look in your eyes, he smirks, it amuses him and then his eyes are caught by your lips. Oh, how he wishes to love you, but you would be of better use whipping the Duke into shape. 

    He clears his throat and drags his gaze away from yours, he resumes his previous action of circling your chair. His hand trails down your arm and causes goose bumps on your skin (because you’re uncomfortable). “Yes, I could get you home, but only if you do something for me first.” His tone is quite mysterious, he seems to know something you don’t. “It will be worth it, I promise.”  His hand entangles itself with yours, you pull away and he reluctantly lets you go. 

     You contemplate his words, your brows furrowed and you wipe your hand on your coat (which, of course, causes him to chuckle). You hesitantly agree, knowing that making a deal with the emperor is a bad idea. “Very well then, Your Majesty, I trust you.” His heart flutters when you admit to trusting him, he didn’t know those words could have such a pleasant affect on him. He smiles and yanks you out of your chair, he then places both his hands on your shoulders. “That’s wonderful, [Y/N], I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” He traps you in a tight hug, despite how uncomfortable it makes you (and it makes you very uncomfortable).

      You struggle somewhat to escape his grip, eventually giving up and letting him hold you as long as he wished. He sighs, his mind awash with loving images of you and him together. He knows it will never happen, but he surely can dream about it. You’re pretty sure he was sniffing your hair and that was your sign to escape the hug, so you stepped on his foot and then backed away from him. His pained groans are muffled by his hand and he tries not to scream, he forgot how sharp your boots were. “Ah, my dear, that was quite rude of you, but I’ll forgive you, just don’t do it again.” He warns you with a rather playful tone, even waggles his finger at you, but the threat is real. You frown and shuffle away from him. 

     He tsks and drags you back to him, although he does have to fight as you dig your heels into the marble flooring. “Come now, dear, I won’t hurt you. Don’t you want to know what I need from you?” His smile tightens as he struggles, he didn’t expect you to be so strong. He chuckles nervously, he even sweats a bit (which irritates him because he absolutely despises sweating). He lets go of you, causing you to stumble back yet you retain your balance. “Okay, you just stay there and I’ll explain the deal to you, alright?” You nod your head and he claps his hands together. His smile grows and his tone shifts from agitated to cheery. “Wonderful! My dear, do you know who Duke Hartfeld is?” You nod again, then verbally respond. “Yes, I’ve heard rumors about him.”

     Actually, you’ve heard many rumors, all of them attest to his hedonistic lifestyle. You don’t like him very much, you absolutely despise him. The Emperor smiles again, he smiles a lot, and walks towards you. “Great, I want you to marry him-“ You gasp in shock and then interrupt him, because there is no way in Natiscle (Natiscle is the equivalent of hell in this world.) that you’re going to marry that worthless wrench of a man. “Oh, like Natiscle I will marry that man! I wouldn’t marry him if he were the last man on Ilasatra!” You exclaim loudly, the servants in the room startled by your behavior. The Emperor is amused by your response, he chuckles and feels himself growing fonder of you with each word that escapes your mouth.

     “Oh, Baiyases, (Baiyas is the equivalent of heaven in this world, so Baiyases is the equivalent of heavens.) now dear, you shouldn’t overreact. He really isn’t all that bad, if you ignore his faults and he won’t be any trouble if you smack him around a bit.” The Emperor does not like the Duke, at all, and neither do you. But you could never smack Duke Hartfeld around, he’s so weak and it’s not like he’s a criminal. “Oh, no, I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be right.” She responds causing him to rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Oh, please [Y/N], you’ve dealt with far more reputable enemies than that old Duke.” You cringe when he mentions your past, as a general you’ve had to take down many people and you hate being reminded of that. Also, the Duke Isn’t that old, he’s actually younger than you. Which might explain his promiscuity, they say, that is the noble women say, that young man are very adventurous, and often have trouble committing to a relationship. 

     You sigh, a frown etching its way onto your face. You look away from the Emperor, which causes you to miss his frown, and then think about his offer. You don’t want to marry that wretched Duke, but the Emperor says he can send you home and you really do want to go home. You sigh again and massage your temple. “Okay, I’ll do it, but you have to promise you’ll send me home right after. I don’t want to stay with him any longer than necessary.” You fold your hands together and tug at your gloves. The Emperor smiles once he hears you accept his request and he can’t help but hug you again. “Oh, thank you so much, my dear! All I need you to do is whip him into shape and then you can leave, okay?” 

      You nod, then wriggle your way out of his hold. This time the Emperor doesn’t frown, he seems happy to have heard you agree to his favor. “How long do I have to be married to him?” You ask, causing him to tilt his head and pretend to think. “Oh, perhaps two or three years. That’s not too long, is it?” You groan, just a week around that Duke is too much. You couldn’t fathom spending two years with him, let alone three. The Emperor chuckles upon seeing your disgusted face, he takes joy in knowing that you despise the Duke just as much as he does. “Is that alright, dear? Surely you could handle two, or three, years with the Duke? After all, you’re a very strong person, the Duke couldn’t be much worse than those on the battlefield, right?” 

     You frown again once the Emperor brings up your past, he sure likes to do that. You sigh, roll your eyes and cross your arms. “I can’t do two years, but I’ll do one year.” The Emperor tilts his head, amused and intrigued by your behavior. Not many nobles would have the gall to negotiate with the Emperor, that’s why your his favorite subject. “Hm, a year and half.” He says, which causes you to glare at him, then speak again. “No, one year and three months.” The Emperor exhales and his eyes narrow, he’s becoming irritated with your boldness. “A year and two weeks.” He responds, you consider his offer, then nod your head. “Fine, a year and two weeks, but no more.” He smiles, quite happy now that you’ve agreed with him. “Wonderful, oh, I can’t wait for the ceremony!” (Although, he would rather you marry him, but oh well, such is life) He claps his hands together and kisses your cheek, as a way to share his congratulations, but it just made you uncomfortable.

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Bonus Scenes:

You: “Do you really think me strong?” Not many nobles admire your strength, they believe you should fit into a certain mold, and it’s rather frustrating.

The Emperor: He places his hand son your shoulders, a flirtatious smirk on his face. “Why of course, darling! You are so very strong, the strongest person I’ve ever met..” He purrs, his hands trailing down your arms.

You: You puff out your chest upon hearing the Emperor compliment your strength. “Hmph, that’s right, I’m the strongest person around.” 

The Emperor: He chuckles, amused by your behavior. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, he’ll do anything if it means having you next to him.

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(Hope you enjoyed this fan fiction, this one was a bit longer than most of my other written works. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it and please leave a comment if you want more.)

(This is just part one, it focuses more on the Emperor than the Duke, but don’t worry the Duke will have his turn soon enough!)

(this took hours and days to make, mostly because I procrastinated, but at least it’s done. This is part one, part two will, hopefully, focus on the Duke.)

[shattereality]

what would happen if we slapped your Space marine oc's on their butt? How would they react?

anon, you have awakened something blessed and unhinged in equal measure. here’s how they would react to their beloved daring to slap their genetically-engineered rear in the middle of whatever business they’re up to:

TOGHAN OF THE WHITE SCARS & THE CLERIC

The slap echoes in the air with an almost comedic sharpness, hidden between the chaos of offloading crates and the rumble of an idling assault bike. Toghan freezes. Mid-step. Mid-command. Astartes-level processing power comes to a screeching halt.

Slowly—slowly—he turns his head, one eyebrow rising behind his helm.

“You dare strike a son of Chogoris…?”

His voice is low, but there's a grin hiding in there.

The Cleric looks horrified. “I—I didn’t mean to—! That is, I was—!”

Toghan steps toward her. “You will pay,” he intones seriously, but he’s already pulling off his gauntlet.

She squeaks. She flees.

He chases her through the camp at quarter of his speed, only to gently flick her forehead when he catches her easily.

“Warriors of the steppes do not let such insults go unanswered,” he says, voice rich with amusement.

Later, she catches him looking at her butt with exaggerated judgment. “Tactically poor. Vulnerable to counter-slap.”

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EIRIK FROSTCLAW OF THE SPACE WOLVES & THE BLANK

Smack.

Eirik stops. His head tilts like a curious wolf who just heard a strange birdcall.

Then he grins, sharp-toothed, predatory.

“Well well, what’s this? Are you doing recon on my backside, little flame?”

She shrugs, suppressing her laughter. “Just observing local terrain.”

“Oh-hoh! Dangerous ground, that,” he laughs, sauntering up, his armor growling with each step. “You best be ready to defend yer claim.”

She raises an eyebrow. “I'm always ready.”

He practically howls with laughter, grabs her and throws her over his shoulder and mutters, “Throne, I’m gonna marry you twice.”

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CAPTAIN APHAREOS OF THE DEATHWATCH & THE SPECIALIST

She does it mid-patrol. Smack.

The Specialist grins and keeps walking.

Aphareos freezes.

His brain? Crashed.

His soul? Rebooting.

His dignity? In critical condition.

“…Was that necessary?” he asks eventually, voice clipped, mortified.

“You’ve got one good rear, Captain. Someone has to acknowledge it.” she grins

He frowns so hard behind his helmet. “Emperor is disappointed in us both.”

But later, when she’s walking ahead of him, he very gently, very lightly, taps her hip with a single armored finger.

“Balance must be restored,” he says.

She laughs for an hour.

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LORD KALLEXUS VORDATH OF THE RAVEN GUARD & HIS SERF

Kallexus Vordath freezes mid-stride, the sound of the slap echoing like a gunshot in the dim corridor of the battle barge.

His head turns slowly, dark eyes burning with incredulity and something darker—possessiveness. A pause. And then:

“You dare.”

The words drop like thunder, low and dangerous.

He doesn’t raise his voice. He never needs to. Instead, he stalks toward her, towering and armored, his lips curled into a slow, feral grin.

“How bold of you, little serf,” he murmurs, tilting her chin up with a clawed gauntlet. “How foolishly reckless.”

Then his voice dips—taunting, growling.

He pins her to the wall as punishment/reward depends entirely on the mood.

[princecassiel]

April Fools: Fart Questions

You are free to modify this to answer for characters instead.

Have there been any intense or serious moments when you needed to fart but had to hold it in?

Where was the most inappropriate place or moment where you've accidentally or purposely farted?

Have you ever farted too carelessly that it promoted into a shart instead?

If you could somehow imitate a song with your farts, what song would it be?

When was the first time you've farted around your partner or friends?

What do you think of farts?

Do you like farts or farting?

Your opinion(s) on fart jokes?

What was your longest fart?

What are your farts like in general? (Length, stink, volume, etc)

Was there a time you farted and you blamed someone else for it? Did people believe you?

When was a time that someone else farted and you got blamed instead?

Do you know how to cup a fart and throw it?

Is there someone you want to cup a fart and throw it at them? Who is it and why?

What have you done to try and hide your farts? Have they worked?

What's the longest time you've held in a farts and why?

What scents do you use to hide your farts?

Describe the funniest sounds your farts have ever made.

Have you ever choked from a fart? Or witnessed someone else choke on one?

Have you ever farted so hard that it caused your clothes or something else to shake?

Are you comfortable enough to fart around your friends?

Rank the farts in your social circle or your own farts.

Imagine fart sounds in the last YouTube video you've watched, what was it and how would the video have gone?

Have you ever spoken with someone and it's obvious that they're dying to fart and you're holding them back?

When was that time you had to hold it in and couldn't get relief because someone was talking to you/you had something important to finish in public?

Have you ever walked into a fart cloud?

Have others walked into your fart cloud?

What do you do in those moments when you fart under the blanket and it's trapped there? Do you get rid of it? Keep it trapped in there?

What do you eat/drink that makes you fart like a maniac?

What are your favourite fart sounds?

Have you ever ruined a moment with a fart?

Is there a moment where you wish you could ruin or enhance with a fart?

Are your farts strong enough to blow out a candle?

What terms do you use to call farts or the action of letting out a fart? Letting it rip? Cut the cheese? Pass gas? Wind? Something else?

Farting is a natural thing. Do you think people should do it more and without shame? Why or why not?

Has there been a time when you thought you were alone and farted but it turned out someone was there/someone came right around the corner?

What are your fart patterns?

What are your techniques to farting discreetly?

Was there a time you tried to be discreet but failed miserably?

Has there been a time when you had to hold in your laughter due to farts?

If you were to create music with your farts, how would it go?

What do your farts sound like?

What's your favourite place to fart?

Who do you know has the most amazing farts and why?

Do you have any merch related to farts?

Have you or anyone else accidentally farted during an intense moment?

Has something or someone made a sound similar to a fart and you think it's funny?

Has a fart ever gotten you/someone else in trouble?

Your thoughts/ratings on the different kinds of farts: odourless, wet, smell and frequent, etc. (Look up a list or make up your own)

Do you have a fart rival? (Someone to out-fart)

Has farting ever gotten you out of a sticky situation or put you into one?

Who would you challenge to a fart-off and why? Would you or your competitor(s) win?

Have you ever been so startled you let out a fart?

What kind of superpower would your farts grant you? (Ex: Laserfart is a hero who can fart out lasers)

If you could fart on a belonging of your menace, what would it be and why?

Describe your most rancid fart.

Has there been a time when a fart has helped you?

Any neat tricks you can do with your farts?

If you were to give your farts a color, what color would it be?

Write a fart haiku (or other type of poem).