#Look I know the red string is strong here. But that's okay.

[imminent-danger-came]

A "MK is Related to the Underworld Somehow. Probably." List With Commentary (And I Consider it Evidence for EAMK)

(1x08 Skeleton Key)

(LIKE CAN I PLEASE HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS SCENE. CAN I PLEASE HAVE AN EXPLANATION??? WHAT. WHY. WHY WOULD YOU EVEN GIVE HIM THE KEY IN THE FIRST PLACE.)

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(1x08 Skeleton Key)

(Idiot boy putting the skeleton key in his ear.)

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(2x03 Pig Pong Panic)

(MK + Bones. Never a good sign)

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(2x05 Minor Scale)

(Is this perhaps just LBD trying to take control of MK? Maybe. Is it also really weird how her powers interact with MK in general? For sure!)

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(2x06 Game on)

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(2x07 Shadow Play)

(Number one: The Lady Bone Demon wasn't here to provoke this, number two: MK using "blue vision" to see his friend's fate inside the lantern is equally strange!)

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(2x09 72 Transformations)

(Again, could very well be LBD trying to take control of MK here—however, it doesn't seem like she's trying to do much of anything to MK in this scene, as she's focused on spider queen. So it weirds me out and goes into this post!)

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(3x03 Smartie Kid)

(So, if the stuff in s2 was LBD affecting MK then I get it. BUT THEN WHY HAVE MORE BLUE EYES IN S3 AFTER LBD HAS ALREADY "TAKEN" MK'S POWERS AND THE STAFF. Genuinely want to know what this was meant to imply.)

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(3x12 The Corrupted King)

(LBD HAS ALREADY POSSESSED WUKONG HERE. Wukong and the Mech alone was spreading her too thin. She certainly wasn't attempting to posses MK here—so what was happening?)

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(4x01 Familiar Tales)

(The scroll ink touches MK not once, but twice this episode and it doesn't ensnare MK. The scroll touches Monkey King once and this is what happens to him: )

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(4x02 Familiar Tales)

(The scroll's ink emanates from MK, which I thought was crazy at first BUT IT THEN HAPPENS AGAIN IN 4x11)

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(4x03 The Great Tang Man)

(Soooo we see a vision of an all inked up MK, then we see the stone cracking, then we see a shot of the curse from 4x02, and THEN MK turns Tang Sanzang's golden power blue, a color associated with both LBD and the underworld in general. HM.)

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(4x06 Show Me the Monster)

(There's no hair flip so it's not MK, so it would make me think that this is an ink version of SWK next to the stone. It's weird so I'm including it!)

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(4x06 Show Me the Monster)

(So. Ink blotting out the sun, something MK/SWK are often associated with, and then pouring out of the cracked stone, which we just learned MK was born from. And then the curse takes MK's form. I'm tripping over my own conspiracy board here.)

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MK: "You're not my friend—you're NOT me!" Curse MK: "Sure I am! I'm your best friend, well, closest at least! I know more about you than you'll even admit—to yourself, or to others."

(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)

(The curse claiming it's a part of MK is weird! The curse looking like MK in it's most weakened state is also weird! It's all weird!)

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(4x08 The Brotherhood)

(Absolutely no reason for a weird teal smudge to be there, and yet)

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(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

(BOOM. SCROLL EMANATING FROM MK AGAIN.)

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(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

(The broken memories flickering in the scroll are very similar to the way MK flickers in and out of monkey form: )

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(4x13 Rip and Tear)

(Scroll ink touches MK again and he does not become imprisoned inside it again. The scroll at the very least has no affect on the boy)

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And I think for now that wraps up this post!

[scarletlizzard]

Inked Desires

Pairing: g!p Natasha x fem! Reader

Tags Minors DNI: smut, Natasha has a dick, also covered in tattoos w/ piercings, buff out of this world, she's hot okay, cunnilingus, handjobish, unprotected sex, breeding yup, alcohol at the beginning

A/N: I'm cheating and putting these two requests together, oops! This is my first time writing something like this, so please be gentle. Also, would really love some feedback on this so I know for the future to either write more like this or just tell me to stop now. Thanks so much for reading and thanks for the requests!! 🩵

Masterlist

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"Here, take this!" Your friend says over the loud music, handing you another cup half filled with a mixture of liquor.

You don't question her and take the cup from her, drinking it down in only two gulps. Kate laughs and cheers as you do, doing the same with the cup she held.

By now, you were a few drinks in, and the house Kate had dragged you to was full of people. This definitely wasn't your type of scene, but as you danced among the bodies in the lowlit living room, you couldn't help but feel grateful she had.

As your hips move against your friend, she leans over to your ear. "She's staring at you again," Kate laughs, and your eyes move to the corner of the room.

There was the stranger of the night, a tall woman who stood out, whose green eyes had been watching your every move since you walked in the door. Her muscular arms were covered with art of all kinds, disappearing up into the sleeves of her shirt. She brought her red cup to her lips again, her face mostly hidden from the light.

Instead of replying, you only continue to dance, this time keeping eye contact with your stranger. The woman watches as your hips sway, your hands traveling your own body as you move to the music. It doesn't take long after that before she's finally striding across the room, standing a head taller than most of the crowd.

When she reaches you, you can finally see the rest of her gorgeous face. Above her sprightly green eyes, you noticed a piercing on her eyebrow, a few on her nose, and one on the bottom lip of the smirk she gave you. As she stands in front of you, you literally have to look up at her, and you realize she was much more toned up close.

"I'm just gonna grab another drink!" Kate raises her voice above the music for the two of you to hear.

"I'll catch up with you later!" You shout back to which she only laughs and shoots you a "Yeah, right," before walking off.

You turn your attention back to the stranger.

"I haven't seen you here before. What's your name?" She asks. Her eyes shamelessly roam the soft features of your face and the curves of your body.

"Y/N... this is my first time here. What's yours?" You ask with a blush on your cheeks. She tucks back her red hair behind one of her ears, revealing to you even more piercings.

You don't know if it's the alcohol or the feeling the stranger ignited in your chest, but you feel compelled to step forward and rest your hand on her muscular bicep. Your finger traces the tattoos that littered the skin there.

"Natasha," she says with a smile. "Wanna go upstairs?" A cock of her eyebrow with the piercing sticking out is enough to get you wet.

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As soon as the door closes, the two of you are on each other, kissing feverishly. Her hands are under your shirt, touching your skin as she lifts you against the door. Your legs wrap around her hips, and you smile against her lips at how easily she lifted you. She was strong. You could feel her muscles under her tight shirt, squeezing you impossibly close.

But when her tongue slips past your lips, you gasp and pull away, a string of saliva pulling between your mouths.

"What's wrong? Do you need to stop?" She asks with a concerned expression. You look at her with wide eyes.

"No - no, I'm fine, it's just. Is your tongue...?" You didn't know how to ask. She chuckles and ducks her head before looking back at you. Natasha lets her tongue slide across her top lip, and it's then your suspicions are confirmed.

"Split, and yes... it will feel better," Natasha says in a cocky tone, her lips attaching to your neck as she carries you to the bed. You feel your back hit the soft mattress, and she lets go of you to remove your shirt.

"I want to see them all," you breathe out and run your finger over the skin on her arm. She smiles and pulls back, taking off her shirt to reveal she was completely covered. "They're beautiful..." You let your eyes take in the sight of the art, your hands tracing the dark lines and over the grooves of her abs. Natasha is a God.

As she continues to undress you, she kisses as much skin as she can, her lips soft and wet with every touch. When she gets to your breasts, you feel her tongue spread, taking your nipple between the two halves and sucking it.

"Oh- oh fuck," you moan out, suprised at the unfamiliar feeling and how good it felt. Natasha hums and lays you back, kissing down your stomach. When she spreads your legs she looks at you with hungry eyes, seeing how wet you already were.

"All this for me, baby?" She asks, letting a finger move up and down your wet folds. Your body shivers with anticipation. The way she looked at you, the way she looked, you were willing to let this stranger do absolutely anything to you.

"All for you.." You husk back, watching her split tongue wet her lips again.

Natasha kneels down at the edge of the bed and puts your legs over her shoulders, her hands grip your thighs tightly.

"How fucking lucky am I then?" She smirks up at you before placing soft, teasing kisses on your thighs.

You feel her mouth attach to your clit, and the heat in your stomach burns hotter. She licks up your slit, groaning as she tastes you.

"Fuck you taste so good," Natasha moans and let's her tongue lick up to your clit. She let's the two halves spread and rub against you. The new feeling makes you arch your back, your head thrown against the comforter.

"G-God Nat, that feels so good!" You moan and try to squeeze your thighs, but her grip kept your legs spread as she continued to eat you out. The sounds of her mouth against your wet pussy were the most sinful sounds you had ever heard, and the moans leaving your mouth were sounds nobody had ever elicited from you before.

She groans against you, the vibrations causing even more pleasure. "That's it baby," she says in between licks, "Want you to cum all over my face." Natashas tongue moves in two different ways, the coil in your lower stomach twisting up.

Your hands grip the comforter as she moves quicker, and the coil begins to unravel as you come undone

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," your back arches again and your legs tremble around her head as you let out a pornographic moan. Natasha hums agaisnt you as you come, her hands not flinching to hold your thighs apart.

She licks every drop, her tongue swirling around your sensative clit one more time before she lets go and stands up. "Come here," Natasha commands, and with a dizzy mind you sit up, trying to catch your breath. She bends down to take your jaw, kissing you rough and sloppily. You forces you to taste yourself, and her tongue pushes in your mouth, wrapping around your own tongue.

You can smell your own arousal on her face, feeling it wet your nose and lips. You blush, almost embarrassed with how wet this stranger made you.

"Now lets see how well you can ride my cock," Natasha chuckles and pulls back to remove her remaining clothes. Your eyes are settled on her breasts, unable to remove them from the piercings on her nipples. When you can pull yourself away from the sight of the silver metal against pink, you look down to see her remove her underwear. She was hard, painfully hard just from eating you out.

She tosses the boxers in the corner where other random clothes lay, and you gave her a curious look. "It's my room, don't worry. Didn't even know you were in my house, did you, love?" Natasha strides back to the bed and sits with her back against the headboard, pulling you closer to her.

"No, I didn't. I'm sorry... my friend kind of dragged me out tonight," you say with red cheeks, and she kisses you desperately.

"Thank God she did," Nat mumbles against your lips. She lets out a groan as your hand reaches between the two of you to lightly grip her cock, and you could feel how she was already throbbing for you. You begin to move your hand up and down slowly as the kiss turns sloppy, her tongue sliding yours between hers. Natasha revels in the feeling of her in your soft hand, your delicate fingers moving along the veins of erection.

"Shit - that feels so good," she moans into the kiss as your hand movements speed up. Your thumb swipes across the tip, precum dripping out already. You smile at the low moan that leaves her lips and continue to jerk her as you kiss. "I need you, please. Fuck I need to be inside you," she begs, and the sound of her begging was something you wanted to hear again. You take her lower lip between your teeth, sucking on the piercing before letting go with a 'pop'.

"I wanna ride you so bad, Nat.. I'm so wet for you," you whisper and let your kisses trail down to her sharp jaw. You feel her cock twitch in your hand as you speak and she grabs your wrist to stop your hand movements, panting as she does.

Natasha turns you around quickly, groaning at the sight of your ass as you straddle her lap and let her hands guide you onto her thick cock. You slide down slowly, letting out a moan when you feel her filling you up.

"Just relax baby, you're so fucking tight," she mumbles as she watches herself slowly disappear inside of you. She let's out a low moan as she feels your hot cunt swallow her, the back of head hitting the headboard when she feels your walls squeezing her. The feeling alone was enough for her mind to sever ties with reality, the only thought was you.

The sensation has that coil tightening inside of you again. You rest your hands on her toned thighs for support, relishing in the way her muscles flexed underneath your fingertips.

Natashas' hands continue to guide you, and after you had adjusted to her large size, you begin to grind yourself down on her lap.

"Just like that baby, fuck... feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. You were just made to take me," she groans, her words only driving you to move your hips faster.

Her large hands move to your sides and up your body, groping your skin as she starts to move her hips up to meet yours. The two of you find a rythem together, and soon you find yourself willingly bouncing on her cock. Her hands moved to gather your hair, wrapping it into a fist in her right hand. She tugs on it and pulls your head back, a loud moan leaves your lips at the feeling.

"You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?" She smirks, tugging your hair again.

"Yes - god, yes, Nat!" You whine as her lips find your neck. She bites down hard on your pulse point, surely leaving a mark, and leaves hot open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

"I know you do, you little slut. Fucking dripping on my cock. You feel how easy I slide in and out of you?" She says and with her left hand she grabs your jaw. "Answer me."

"I'm so wet, you make me so wet," you whine again, feeling her fingers move between your teeth. You suck hard as you look in her eyes, your tongue swirling around spit dripping down your chin. When you bite down, it surprises her, but she only chuckles darkly.

In a second, Natasha had let go of your hair and pushed you down face first onto the mattress. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, but soon after, she's lifting your hips and sliding into you again. Both of you moan at the feeling of how deep she goes.

"Christ, it doesn't matter how long I fuck you. You're just - so - fucking tight," she grunts in between words, her cock drilling you into oblivion. With every thrust you can hear the bedframe hitting the wall, and you can't help the pitiful noises that leave your mouth.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," You rasp out. A sharp slap on your ass makes you whimper as you feel it begin to sting.

"No, shit, hold it in," Natasha warns. You feel the pressure of her body move on top of you. The piercings on her breasts rub against your back with each powerful thrust, and her arm moves underneath your neck to hold you tightly.

Natasha grunts in your ear as she pounds into you, letting out a moan when she feels your slick cunt tighten around her length. "I'm almost there, baby. Are you gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?"

You nod the best you can in her tight grip, only able to get out a "Yes," in between gasps.

"You feel so good, Y/N. You want me to cum inside you? Fuck- I wanna fill up your tight little pussy so bad..." She groans against you and her words send you over the edge.

"Oh god, Nat! Please fill me up, please," you beg her, and just the thought of it is enough to let go. Your orgasm ripples through your body, sending shockwaves of pleasure to your core.

Natasha moans loudly as she feels you coating her cock with your cum, and she can no longer hold back. "Fuck- Y/N!" She groans and you whine as you feel her hot load spurting inside of you, her cock twitching as she slows her movements. "Take every.. last.. drop.." She pants as she thrusts a few more times.

The two of you stay like that for a while, her cock inside you as she stills above you. Your head rests against her arm as you attempt to catch your breath. When she removes herself slowly, and you wince at the soreness and empty feeling. Natasha lays next to you and you turn on your side to face her.

"Hi," she chuckles at the exhausted features on your face.

"You just fucked the life out of me and you're going to say... 'hi' ?" You laugh, suprised to see a blush on the strong womans cheeks as she laughs along with you. Your hand reaches out, resting on her stomach and tracing the lines of her tattoos again.

After the two of you clean yourselves up, you begin to dress yourself, feeling her eyes on you as you pull your shirt over your head.

"You don't have to go, you know. I'm not like that," she says gently, and you look up to see her pulling on a pair of jeans. You smile at her kind demeanor and walk over to her.

"I have to take my friend home," you say and lean up on your toes to kiss her cheek. She has to bend down for you to reach her lips, but she doesn't complain.

"Well, maybe I can take you out sometime," Natasha smirks and rests her hands on your waist. You nod as you look up to her.

"I would love that.." You reply honestly, wanting nothing more than to get to know her and count the endless tattoos that cover her body.

[bunny584]

OBSESSED: YUTA

A/N: Sweet, innocent, puppy-eyed boy who is no better than the frat boys you detest 🤭 (this is for anon who requested a lil crazy special grade sorcerer doing ungodly things!! Shoko feat The Boys ™️ is up next, then I SWEAR I’m done and back to AO3)

C/W: Aged up characters, College AU. Masturbation. Mature, 18+

“YUUTA?! Are you kidding me?”

You stop time.

Heads turn in his direction. But Yuuta doesn’t register any it because of your smile.

The 1000-kilowatt smile that the locker room rumors about. The smile that stops traffic. The one that obliterates his train of thought.

365 days since he’s seen it in person.

And suddently the year in Morocco for his University degree feels frivolous.

Yuuta places two bottles of disgustingly expensive champagne (courtesy of Satoru Gojo) in between the half filled red solo cups.

He’s doing his best to keep his eyes above your delicate, sharp collarbones.

He’s doing his best not to follow the Barbie pink hair string around your neck.

The Barbie pink string connected to the triangular bikini that is defying the laws of gravity, Mother Nature, AND physics to keep your busty, perky chest supported.

Not to mention the sheer netted tissue thin excuse for a cover up. Draped around the curve of your hips. It warms him hotter than the Moroccan sun.

You wire yourself through the crowded sorority house kitchen. And Yuuta gnaws on his inner cheeks. The predatory stares from from the frat drones scattered about ignites a guttural flame.

But he’ll deal with that later.

Because Aphrodite is barreling toward him and he is not worthy.

“I can’t believe you made it!” You launch yourself into him.

“I wouldn’t miss it. Happy 21st birthday, gorgeous.”

One of his arms is more than sufficient enough to wrap around your baby doll frame. Other hand in his pocket, while he easily lifts and spins you around twice.

Airy giggles spill from your lips. So clearly surprised by how strong he has grown. He’s bulkier. More toned. Hell of a lot more confident too.

Is he showing of a little? Of course he is.

“You’re here. You’re really here.” You stare up at him with stars in your eyes. Still in utter disbelief.

Your tiny, warm hands cup his face. Yuuta subconsciously melts into them. You always did strum his body like a harp.

“Yuuta, you must be so tired. Your bedroom eyes are even more…bedroom-y.” You tease.

Yuuta laughs to choke down a groan. He doesn’t need a mirror to know he’s stained mulberry right now.

Because why would you mention a bedroom while you are wearing a bikini he could snap with his eyes?

“Hey, be nice! You know there’s no amount of caffeine that can fix the bags.” Good, fucking save.

He swallows thickly and averts his gaze. If he keeps looking at you, he’d drown. Like how he drowned freshman, sophomore and junior year.

A continent, couple oceans and a sea away from you couldn’t keep him afloat.

A palpable silence drapes over the two of you. There’s so much he wants to say.

“Who’s is the hot guy birthday girl is talking to?”

“Okkotsu, I think.”

“No WAY. If she doesn’t fuck him i—“

“OKAY!!!” You exclaim loudly, prompting giggles from your sorority sisters behind you.

Your cheeks are now matching his. You both burst into incredulous laughter, letting some of the pressure out of the proverbial valve.

“Give me a tour, birthday girl.” Yuuta grazes his fingers over your bare shoulders because he can’t not touch you.

Your hand magnets to his wrist and you both beeline up the stairs. He knows, you know, -you both know- you are heading straight to your bedroom.

Yuuta’s heart is throbbing so hard his whole rib cage is vibrating. Cotton lines every corner of his mouth and he’s suddenly forgotten how to swallow.

Forgotten how to breathe apparently too, because he chokes on air when you pull him to the front of your room door.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you muse playfully.

And now his cock is at full staff. The measly silver zipper is definitely not strong enough for this.

“I-Im sorry?” Yuuta gurgles through the saliva pooled in his mouth like a hungry puppy.

“It’s a pool party, silly. C’mon, you can use my bathroom to change.”

Yuuta makes the mistake of letting his eyes drop down the dip of your pretty spine. Tracing all the way down to your matching bikini bottom. That’s a thong. Lining between your perfect, plump ass.

God.

No.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

He follows behind you, nails digging into his dark jeans.

“Bathroom’s through the closet, be quick.” You flash him another pristine grin and…and..

..what is his name again…?

Yuuta returns your smile with a lopsided one of his own. The walk to the bathroom is 13 miles long. There’s no way. No way he’s going to be able to hide his unreasonable, rock hard length through his weightless swim trunks.

He halts. Suddenly enchanted by your hanging clothes. Like a Venus fly trap. You’re everywhere.

Your clothes. Your delicious scent. Your jewelry. Your shoes.

Yuuta is in the eye of your vortex.

A long, silky sleeve tickles his cheek. So soft. Electric currents surge through every engorged vessel in his cock. He takes in a long drag of the faint cherry vanilla notes etched into your clothes.

An addict. A hopeless, pathetic addict in a field of his vices.

His fingers earthquake against his buckle. Clumsily stepping out of his jeans.

Just a quick touch. It’ll help him relax. Just really fast, you won’t know.

Yuuta whips around to bury himself in your silk shirt. Heart thundering in his ears. Fingers tickling the hem of his trunks. Shaft fully tented from nothing.

“Yuuta? Did you get lost in there?” Your dulcet voice knock Yuuta’s lust-drunk thoughts loose.

“Ha-N-no! I’m c-coming!”

Yuuta shakily unbuttons his white linen shirt, exposing his lean but chisled core. His cock is diamond hard. Any slight movement and his blunt, leaky tip will peek over the hem.

He strategically folds his pants over the indecent bulge. He just has to count backwards from 500 then he’ll soften and leave the jeans behind.

“Come out!! I won’t bite!” You coax again.

The second Yuuta re-emerges from your closet, he digs the heel of his palm into his crotch. Trying to will his erection down by sheer force because counting just won’t do.

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning against your palms flat on the duvet.

Your bikini has grown smaller.

It has to have.

Because the way your supple tits spill around the cruel joke that is that top fucks his brain to mush.

Soft curvy lines of your breasts. Feminine pretty lines of your tummy. The swell of your thighs just begging for Yuuta’s lips, his hands…his dick. He could drop to his knees and worship at your alter this second.

“Oh my god!” You giggle again, waving him over to the bed.

“You’re so, big, now.” Your hand lingers on his tensed bicep, currently losing the war against his cock angrily thrashing around in his pants.

“Am I?” Yuuta asks stupidly. Long sentences are off the table.

“Mmhm,” he watches your eyes lazily drink in his face. He must be an embarrassing shade of violet at this point.

Your hand makes its way into his hair and Yuuta just couldn’t choke down the “ohh,” that bubbles out of him.

“God, I’ve missed you, Yuuta.” Your face is so soft. So earnest.

And Yuuta is there with you, he swears he is. It’s just, you’re speaking directly to his cock right now and all the blood has drained from his head to his head.

“I mi-missed you. More.” He manages to grunt out, precum pooling on his thigh.

Hold it together. Fucking hold it together.

You turn your body and scoot closer to him. The peaks and valley of your cleavage, tantalizing him into a mindless fool who can only think about fucking his fist.

“Guys here suck. But not you. You’ve always been amazing,” you murmur, circling feather light shapes against Yuuta’s scalp.

He shudders under your touch. Biting his cheeks so his jaw doesn’t hang open. Drool already threatening to leak from his lips.

“So kind and sweet.” Your eyes drop to his lips at the same that your hand falls to his tensed abs.

And Yuuta is caught in your quick sand. His limbs loosen. Hand on his crotch melts away. Allowing his member to spring upward with all the blood he has in his body. The sudden movement causes his jeans to slide to the floor.

His ears and cheeks burn at his indecency. But he can’t move. He is at your complete mercy. His cock rhythmically pumping out his precum now.

“I..” Yuuta croaks, but in one dizzying motion you dive your lips onto his.

He snaps.

Yuuta’s left hand flies to his neglected, weapy shaft. The friction through his thin trunks evoke a deep moan into your mouth. His other hand grips the back of your head, pressing you forward onto his tongue. He didn’t ask for entry into your lips like he normally would. It’s too dire. He’s too needy.

His hand pumps his length while his tongue maps every corner of your warm mouth. You let out soft, high pitched sighs. Which nearly bring him to finish instantly.

“Oh, Yuuta.” You moan his name. And Yuuta’s hips rut harder into his hands.

He’s hoping, praying you’re too distracted by the bruising kiss to notice the pitiful way he’s bucking his hips. Humping his hand. He’s no better than the guys you were talking about. No better.

“OH BIRTHDAY GIRL!!!!!!” Shrill voices from just outside your door rip you two a mile apart.

Yuuta scrambles to his feet, his arm unsuccessfully covering his crotch. You are panting, thumb stroking your bottom lip. Both of you still brimming with your electric chemistry.

“Enough birthday sex!!! Time for TEQUILA!” Your sorority sisters babble and laugh, about 2 seconds away from opening the door.

You grip the handle. Face and body flushed warm rose.

“I-I-uh I have to-“

“Ye—yeah of course, I’ll meet you, down. I’ll meet you down there.”

Both of your voices nervously collide. Looking everywhere but each other’s eyes. You flutter out in haste. Leaving Yuuta in the middle of your room rock hard and a pre cum covered mess.

Like leaving a fiend with an array of illicit substances.

Yuuta turns on his heel and disappears into your closet. He’s not thinking. Logical thought has long ceased to exist. All he can think about is how much his balls ache for you. How drunk he is off your touch. Your taste. Your smell.

His eyes laser down to a crumpled pair of lace panties just a few paces away from your hamper.

Yuuta’s gaze could burn it through the floor.

Stop, Yuuta. Don’t you dare.

He scolds himself. Even though his hands do the opposite. He drops to his knees and pulls his heavy cock free from its barrier. The other hand toying with your worn panties.

He’s filthy. A dirty, nasty scumbag.

Yuuta tugs his cock, aggressively. Jaw hanging open. Short desperate huffs of air escaping his lips.

No, don’t. Stop. “Nnhhgh s-top…fuck..n-no.” His jagged thoughts and jagged words intertwine. Squelching noises from his arousal pierce through his groans.

Yuuta brings your panties to his nose, and nearly blacks out. Your scent. So fucking delicious. So perfect.

He needs to taste.

His groans become garbled when he stuffs your panties into his mouth. Every single nerve ending in his body ruptures.

Yuuta pumps his cock with both hands. Feverish. Sloppy thrusts of his hips colliding with his white knuckled fists. The world around him dampens. Blurs.

“Nnnghh..uhhgh..f-FUCK,”

Your spit-drenched underwear rolls out of his mouth onto his sensitive tip. Ropes, and ropes and ropes of his cum fill your soft négligée.

Yuuta hangs his head back, leaning against his calves. His dick still twitching through his nirvana.

After a few moments, the fog slowly lifts from his mind. His vision returns. Yuuta wipes the remnants of his arousal off his cock with your panties. Before tucking them into his pocket.

Unable to look himself in the eye, he quickly rinses his hands, intending to rejoin your party at once.

But, when his hand connects with the cold knob, a voice in the back of his mind pipes up.

Take another one.

And in a trance-like state, Yuuta rushes back to your closet hamper to find another pair of your panties.

A pretty, delicate red number catches his eyes and he stuffs it into a free pocket before scurrying out of your room.

He’s no better than them.

He’s worse.

PART II

[wroteclassicaly]

Steve is trying to get you as close to cumming as he can, just by kissing your neck and pressing his tongue against yours. Hands all over you and caressing, touching, never stopping.

All of your clothes remained on, layers heavy to match mingled breathing patterns, denim rough against denim, your shirt riding up, nipples hard in your bra from his toned physique squished to the planes of your curves, sliding up and down you in a delicious rhythm. You tasted the cinnamon of his breath spray, the whiskey you’d shared from the bottle - a toast to another year of friendship. When his irises had matched the amber liquid, that’s when your stomach pooled with heat that wasn’t caused from any liquor, a line washed away by some snow storm, a building tension that you had been sure was one sided on your end.

~*~

There’s a slow sax record on the player in the corner, your apartment fireplace crackling, surrounded by the confines of old and chipped tile. Your eyes roll to the ceiling when his calloused thumb rubs that spot he’d marked on your jawline. Heart hammering beneath muscle and bone, threatening to explode running blood like lava, melting your bones into ash. You watch the shape of his back move over yours, reflected with dancing flames, alive on your ceiling. Steve is breathing heavily, kissing his way down your neck and back up your jaw, nudging you until you’re eye level.

Shards of caramel and moss surround midnight lakes of desire, his stubble shrouded lips red and swollen. Every mole and freckle shows just for you. With only one dim lamplight and the orange flames to ignite the room, his expression is glowing, reflected back to you in his eyes. He rolls his hips, the swell between his legs dragging across you in just the right way. There’s a shared nod as he licks his way back into your mouth, tongue damp and sticky, hot and strong.

He pushes, caresses, nose bumping into your eyelashes each time that he changes direction. And that feeling, it’s building in your stomach as he doesn’t stop caressing your face, stroking you as if you’re glass that will break any second - an undiscovered treasure that he’s claimed. It’s all too soft, so achingly devious that you feel it thrumming in your bones, vibrating. You feel Steve Harrington… everywhere.

You didn’t think it could be like this for you. Falling apart from someone’s touch, from their mouth alone? And the fact that it’s Steve’s? Your best-friend and former enemy’s? All he’s done is kiss you and touch your face and neck. Yeah, that’s all.

Steve doesn’t know what I look like when I cum.

He’s about to know what I look like when I cum.

… Rings alarm bells in your brain, that shut off when his voice is a low, raspy whisper, dripping honey. Thick and secretive.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Just wanna give all of my nights to you.” He gives you, saliva stringing from his mouth to yours, momentary slick noises from your tongues and mouths ceasing. Breaths struggling to catch up.

Your gaze dances with his own, hand shakily lifting from its place on his back to rub across his ear and tuck your fingers through his hair. Feelings have unraveled inside of you. Steve looks like he’s enamored with the emotions of being truly chosen, held and safe within the space of your arms. Right here in this room, on this couch.

His fingers find that space behind your ear, drumming and gliding, and you whine, hips shifting.

“It’s okay, honey. I’m right here. I’ve got you. I feel it just as much as you. You wanna cum for me like this? I wanna cum for you too.”

// Eat me paragraph //

[jksprincess10]

Precious || Sugar daddy ! Lucien Flores x reader

Summary: You meet with your sugar daddy at his California residence. (2k words)

CW: sex in exchange of money and luxuries, feelings, slight angst, infidelity (Lucien is married), jealousy, daddy kink, English and Spanish pet names, f masturbation, fingering, blowjob, praise kink, dom!lucien, unprotected p in v, emotions, sad-ish ending (sorry i'm feeling emo), minimal editing. Also, I haven't seen the movie, so this might be OOC,

A/N: We all saw that video right? Thank you twitter for this. Also, thanks to @ozarkthedog who inspired some of this.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

When you made an arrangement with an older man for money, you hadn't expected that he would be... hot. You also didn't expect to fall for him.

But standing in front of you, Lucien Flores was something else. A colorful, silk-like shirt let you see glimpses of golden skin. Expensive jewelry on his throat. A wedding band on his finger as he brought the cigarette to his lips. From a wife he did not care about. A wife he left at his main residency.

But here, in California, everything was a dream. He treated you like a princess, all you had to do was to be pretty and let him fuck you, which wasn't hard when he was so handsome, and when you were madly in love with him.

"Was your trip okay?"

"Yes, everything was perfect. Thank you for the first-class trip, daddy."

He smirked and let the cigarette fall to the ground, before crushing it with his shoe. He sat on one of the lounge chairs on the patio and patted his lap to encourage you to sit on it. You climbed up and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down to you. His strong cologne tickled your nose.

"I missed you." He whispered, and you wished you could believe him. You wished he had missed your personality, your humor, and not only the way you sucked his cock.

"I missed you too." You responded truthfully.

“Sweet girl. What am I gonna do with you?”

“I don’t know, what will you do?” You responded mischievously.

“Did you bring the bikini I got you? Will you go lay prettily in the pool while I get some work done, hm?”

You nodded enthusiastically, and got off his lap to strip off your tight dress to reveal the red bikini that covered barely anything. The top was just enough to cover your nipples, and the bottom was more of a g-string than anything else. Lucien’s gaze devoured you, making you feel vulnerable, but hot.

You did as he said, laying in the pool on top of an oversized donut as he took work calls on the patio, attentive dark eyes looking at you from time to time.

After an hour under the sun, waiting for him, you got bored, and you wanted to play. Lucien was still on a call with a client, and you vaguely heard him speak Spanish, words about house prices and vague promises. You waited until he looked at you, then, your hand sneaked under your bikini bottoms that left little to the imagination. Like an automatism, your fingers recolted some of your wetness before circling your clit. The point wasn't as much to pleasure yourself than to provoke Lucien.

His eyes darkened, his attention fully on you as he kept speaking. He simply curved his fingers in your direction, beckoning you to come closer.

So, you did. You ungracefully got out of the pool and walked towards him like an obedient puppy.

"What are you doing?" He mouthed to you, while his client talked on the other end.

"I'm waiting for you." You responded innocently.

Lucien didn't seem satisfied with your answer. He got closer to you, until you were stuck to the patio door, your ass leaving a mark on the clean glass. He kept talking on the phone, as if nothing peculiar was happening, and he pulled your bikini to the side, so he could access your seam. His fingers went through your slit, sensing how wet you were. He looked at you with a disapproving look, and you gasped as he started circling your clit.

"... yes sir, with your budget, I certainly can find you the house of your dreams... I'll see you on Friday."

He hung up and put his phone in his back pocket.

"You want my attention so bad? You have it now." He groaned. His free hand held your waist tightly, and you wished he kissed you in that moment.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and bucked your hips against his fingers, gasping when he put two of them in your wet hole. He started pumping them in and out unceremoniously, filling the air with your obscene wet sounds. You cried softly, your back arching against the door.

"Lucien... please...I'm sorry..."

You felt him hitting that spongey spot inside of you again and again, as his palm rubbed against your clit. Your legs started to shake, and he held you up as you almost fell under the intensity of your orgasm.

"There you go baby..." He pressed his nose against your hair as he guided you through your ecstasy, inhaling your sweet, intoxicating scent. When your eyes met his, you stopped fearing he would push you away and you pulled him into a kiss. He crowded you against the house, holding you tight as he responded back with his whole body.

Only to be interrupted by another phone call. He groaned and let go of you. Still, his hand held your shoulder and he slowly pushed you to the ground.

"You will suck me off while I take this call, yeah?"

He took the call before you could say anything, but he knew you would obey. You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers until his dick sprung free. Thick, uncut, and perfect. You salivated just looking at it. You started by licking the tip almost timidly, looking up at him through your lashes as he talked about serious work-related stuff. He looked so in control. You took him in the warmth of your mouth slowly, his hand cradling your head indicating that you were doing a good job. You were so horny for him, you could barely hear him talk, only hearing the soft vibrations of his deep voice. You bobbed your head up and down slowly, how he liked, sometimes adding a bit of teeth, just grazing the sensitive skin.

"Good girl." He mouthed to you, and you warmed up at the praise.

You accelerated eventually, hollowing your cheeks to make him feel everything. His hips bucked lightly into your mouth, encouraging you to keep your pace. His breath was getting heavier, and you could tell his concentration was failing him slowly.

"Can I call you back? I have another line I have to take. Yeah, okay."

Lucien hung up and dropped his phone to the floor.

"God... this mouth of yours, baby."

One of your hands played with his heavy sack as you kept sucking him, his body responding to you with thrusts.

"Let me come on those pretty tits." He breathed.

You hurriedly untied your top and just as you let his cock fall out of your mouth, he guided his cock with his hand as his come started spurting out. He painted your chest, and you let him make a canvas out of you.

Lucien helped you up and pecked your lips.

"Go wash up, make yourself pretty for your daddy while I finish a few calls. I left a few things for you in my room. We'll have dinner and I'll spend the night focusing on you, okay?"

"Okay, daddy." You looked at him one last time, and you disappeared in his house.

Lucien treated you like a princess, and you indulged in a delicious meal in his presence. You tasted the best wine the restaurant had to offer.  You enjoyed his company and you talked about everything. The only cloud to your evening was a call from his wife, and you tried to burry your jealousy. Your job was to be the young and pretty mistress to the rich man, not his wife.

But you knew Lucien read you like an open book. When he brought you home, to his large bedroom, he crowded you against the wall, one of his large hands beside your head, the other one low on your back.

“What was that about, baby?”

You couldn’t look at him, couldn’t bear his big, sad brown eyes that would unravel the truth so easily. The hand beside your head cradled your jaw, and you had no choice but to look at him.

“Nothing.”

He tsked. “Don’t lie.”

“I don’t like when you talk to your wife when I’m here. It feels… wrong.” You sighed.

“Mi corazón… ” He cooed. “I have to play the part of the loving husband. Doesn’t mean you’re any less precious.”

You bit your bottom lip, swallowed your tears.

“Prove it.”  

Lucien leaned in, and his lips grazed yours, his big nose bumped against the tip of yours. “You’re my precious little thing. Can’t live without you.”

Your body responded to his, molding against his chest as you arched your back. He kissed you, fiercely. The hand against your face almost bruising. Your whimper of his name died against his lips, swallowed by his tongue. When you came back out for air, his lips traced your jaw, your neck, your cleavage. Expert hands unzipped the dress he bought for you, and it pooled at your ankles. You kicked it away, and in a hurry, you undid his soft shirt. You leaned down to kiss his chest as he smelled your hair, holding you close.

“I want you.” He whispered painfully. The older man guided you and discarded your body on fire on his comfortable bed. Lucien got rid of his pants as he took the time to look at you, sprawled on his bed, dressed in precious lace. “My pretty girl…”

You felt heat rush to your face, and you realized how much you wanted to be his.

 You both peeled off the last layers separating you, and he laid between your spread legs, his body warm against yours. You were always so ready for him. It took him mere seconds for to make you come, only so he could slide into your wetness easily and selfishly. He didn’t deserve you. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he stilled. Your cheeks were wet with tears, that he kissed away.

“Look at me.”

You did with a weak smile.

“There you are, my pretty girl.” He cooed.

“Yours, yours yours” You chanted back as he started moving slowly, but with strength that took the breath out of your lungs and made you close your eyes.

“You’re always taking me so well.” He praised. “Keep your eyes on me. Keep your mouth occupied, mi corazón.”

You sucked on the chain dangling from his neck, the metallic taste keeping you grounded as you watched him with adoration. You muffled your cries and kept your eyes on him as he started thrusting his hips faster, making your eyes want to roll in the back of your head. But you kept your focus on him, on the slight crows feet around his eyes, on his smile lines, on his beautiful, adoring eyes.

“You will come on my cock, baby.” His hand reached to where the two of you were joined, and his thumb pressed on your swollen clit, circling it at the same messy rhythm as his hips, letting you tighten and convulse around him. “Good girl.”

His words, his fingers, and the tip of his cock that kept hitting your G-spot made you see stars. You kept your eyes strained on him as you choked his dick and came around him with a muffled moan. He guided you through it, before grabbing your hips and fucking you deep and fast. His chain left your lips, and you replaced it with his mouth, kissing him slow and deep.

“W-Where do you want me?” He groaned inside your mouth.

“Inside.”

Lucien cursed as he spilled inside of you, before laying against your body, his head on your shoulder as he caught his breath. You caressed his curly hair and held him close, scared of loosing him.

“I love you.” You said in the smallest voice possible.

He looked up at you with sad eyes, and he kissed you long and slow. He would break your heart and you both knew it.

[esquen]

hello can you do a jude smut where he’s frustrated after a game or something along those lines …thank you ;))

night gown : j.b

summary ;; you comfort jude after a bad game (😉😉)

you could sense jude’s anger radiating off of him as you drove down the highway, him being too sore to do so himself.

he had been looking out of the window for the whole drive, taking heavy breaths in and out. you were there at the game and saw how unfair the ref was being.

jude had tripped one of the players in an attempt to get the ball and he was given a yellow card. for the rest of the game he sulked and even when someone fouled against him, the ref pretended not to notice.

jude tried telling his coach, but there wasn’t much he could do since there was no other ref on the site at the moment.

so he kept playing, until the ref held up a red card for misconduct after jude slid into a player and broke his nose when he fell face first.

jude tried to put up a fight and keep himself in the game but it was already a done decision, and he had to sit out for the next 40 minutes.

he wasn’t excited to see you afterwards like he usually does, he just walked right past you and got into the car without a word.

now you were home, applying your lotion to your arms as jude walked back in fully clothed after his shower.

“so you’re never gonna speak another word to me again?” you asked as you crawled onto your side of the bed.

“i’m sorry about today.” you whispered. he huffed out and rubbed his eyes. “please say something to me jude.” you kneeled next to him and whined.

“i’m sorry, okay? i just— it was a lot. that was a huge game.” he explained.

“i’m sorry.”

“you know what would make me feel better?” he asked and sat up propped on his elbows.

“what?”

“head.”

“jude, no.” you rolled your eyes and laid down, taking your phone from the nightstand.

“then… can i give you head?” he asked, his hand laying at the bottom of your tummy.

you shrugged and looked at him.

“would it make you feel better?”

“it would cheer me up in under two minutes.” he smiled.

you smiled back and pecked his lips, moving back. “go ahead then.”

“thank you baby.” he smiled and pulled the duvet off of you, flipping your night gown up and pooled it at your waist.

he slid your underwear off in a hurry, moving your thighs apart to get a good look at your cunt.

“shit.” he groaned and planted his hands on that same spot on your tummy again before licking you one time.

you shuddered at the feeling and looked down at him, noticing he was already looking at you.

“don’t look at me like that.” you whimpered and brought a hand to the top of his head, playing with his coils.

“fuckk..” a whimper escaped your throat as he sucked on your clit lightly, holding you down with both hands.

“fuck— m’ gonna cum.” you exhaled, watching as he began rubbing your clit to get you there faster.

“fuck!” you squeaked as everything came down on you. you teared up a little bit, never experiencing something so strong like that.

“happy?” you asked while trying to catch your breath. jude sat up on his knees and looked at you while nodding.

“wanna be in you.” he kissed you, warm hands caressing your body.

“you can do it.” you nodded, feeling as he smiled against your lips.

he pushed himself up again and grabbed at the strings of his sweatpants before pulling them down completely along with his boxers.

he grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and put the other under your knee, keeping it pinned to the bed.

slowly, he sunk into you. he groaned at the feeling and watched himself be completely covered with you slick.

“fuck, you’re really big j.” you whimper as you watched his dick completely dissapear inside of you.

“shitt, you get tighter and tighter everytime.” he groaned, beginning to move in and out.

“can feel you in ‘m tummy.” you looked up at him and he nodded.

“yeah? right here?” he asked, pushing on the specific part of your stomach

“mhm.” you nodded, struggling to let coherent words out of your mouth.

“yeah.. feels good doesn’t it..?” he asked. you nodded again as you let a few tears slip from overstimulation.

“gonna cum again.” you exhaled as you closed your eyes.

“me too baby.” he furrowed his eyebrows and kept his same pace, scanning your face.

“‘m gonna cum.. right now..” you spoke, biting your lip.

“cum on me baby.” he let out another groan as he felt you convulse on him.

he pulled out and came on your stomach, holding your hips and carresing them slightly.

“aww,” you whined, looking down st your night gown. “my night gown.” you frowned and looked up at your boyfriend who was already in the bathroom getting a wet towel.

“don’t worry, it’ll come off.” he replied and started cleaning you up, around your thighs and your gown aswell.

“see? all done.” he nodded and pulled your panties back up and your night gown down.

he himself got changed quickly and joined you in bed, allowing you to rest your head on his chest.

a/n ;; OKK so i know this request is probably asking for rough smut but i really dont know how to write it LMFOAOO its ok bya

[jeannineee]

Can you write something super angsty where Azriel comes back from the dungeons after torture and he just looks so.. broken, that reader (Azriel's mate) picks a fight with Rhys and is so angry that both Cassian and Azriel have to restrain her so she doesn't rip Rhy's face apart...

Rage

Azriel x Reader

a/n: this hurt!!! Requests are open. Working on a few more smut prompts first, though. Let’s pretend for the sake of this fic that reader rivals Rhys in power.

warnings: uhhh canon-typical themes, ig?

PART TWO.

When Azriel arrived home, he didn’t spare you a single glance as he went straight to the bedroom.

You knew something was wrong without needing to ask him. The bond radiated his feelings.

Numbness. Exhaustion. Disgust.

Azriel was sitting on the edge of the bed, face buried in his hands. His shoulders shook gently with each sob that escaped his lips.

He never cried. Never.

With tears stinging your own eyes, you knelt before him, taking his hands in your own.

There was nothing you could say. No words that could cure the scars etched into his soul. The scars that his work gave him.

“I’ll be back,” you whispered to Azriel, before winnowing to the House of Wind.

Cassian was the first to greet you, the grin on his face quickly diminishing as he saw the fury in your expression. “Y/n? Everything okay?”

“Where is Rhysand?” you asked, your voice lethally quiet.

“Dining room. Why?”

You didn’t reply, body shaking with rage as you found Rhys, seated at the dining table, in casual conversation with Mor. They both turned to you, words falling short as they took in your presence.

Cassian stood only a foot behind you. Ready to intervene.

“You are breaking him,” you said to Rhys, fists clenched in anger. “You are breaking him.”

Azriel entered the room then, standing beside Cassian.

Rhys cleared his throat, standing awkwardly from his chair. “Y/n, Azriel is aware of his responsibilities—“

Your teeth were bared in a snarl as you slammed your fist on the table, so hard the wood splintered. “Responsibilities? Is that what you call it? Do you know how it affects him? Do you even care?”

Rhys’s jaw clenched. Mor backed away from the table, eyes darting between you and Rhys.

“I understand you’re upset, y/n, but don’t you dare question my love for my family. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for them,” Rhys said.

You heard Azriel say your name, tugging on the bond to get your attention, but you didn’t relent.

“Azriel is your brother. He would do anything for you. Anything. And you take full fucking advantage of him.”

Cold rage passed over Rhys’s face, but it was gone as he loosed a breath. “Y/n. You need to calm down—“

“Calm down!?” you shouted. You saw red as the room began to tremble with the force of your power, just under your fingertips.

An inhuman growl crept up your throat as you lunged at Rhysand. Two strong sets of hands grabbed you—Azriel and Cassian.

“I should fucking rip you apart,” you sneered at Rhys, thrashing against the two warriors that held you back. “You’re fucking killing him! This shit will slowly eat at him, and he’ll fucking waste away while you sit on your throne!”

Rhys was wide eyed and speechless—the first time you’d ever seen him that way. Finally, he said, “Get her out of here,” in a voice so quiet it was almost inaudible.

Cassian released your arm. He offered you a kind, halfhearted smile, but you were far too enraged to return it.

A string of curses and threats towards Rhys were spewed like venom from your mouth as Azriel winnowed the two of you home.

[athenaistired]

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂❞

— 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐭.𝟑 //

ᴘʟᴏᴛ: ᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ, ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ.

art credit & word count: 2634

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ (ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ): ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ, ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ᴀʙᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ɢʀɪᴇꜰ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜʟʟʏɪɴɢ

— 𝑴𝒀 𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑻𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑫 !3!

Donna woke up to the sunlight forcing its way through her eyelids. She was in an unfamiliar bed, with Diluc gone from her side, and with a strange string attached to her arm. Her memory was still hazy; the only thing that she could recall was that she was speaking to you about Diluc, but somehow she ended up here.

“You’re awake.” An unfamiliar man in a black suit was sitting in front of her bed on a chair, he seemed to be reading a book in another language with a drawing of a human’s head on the cover, “I’m Sebastian, personal doctor working for Master Y/N in case of emergencies. Just call me by my name. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Just a bit sore all over..” Donna mumbled back, to which the man nodded, “And.. My stomach kind of hurts..”

“That’s expected.” He reached for the paper laying by her nightstand, “You’ve been here for 32 hours, in and out of consciousness. Your medical record is missing information about your allergies, but considering that you and Master Y/N were having tea together, I’d say that you had quite an aggressive reaction towards some type of fruit which was used to make the blend.”

The moment he explained what had occurred hours prior — memories came rushing back in Donna’s mind, and she instantly felt more awake than ever.

“So.. It wasn’t poison?” She asked with hesitance, and the man almost dropped the mug which he was holding in his other hand.

“What kind of person do you think Master Y/N is to poison someone in a broad daylight, in their own home, with this many people around? Of course this was an accident.” The doctor scoffed and got up, “Anyways, leave whenever you feel like it. You seem more than fine to me.” He quickly detached the IV drip out of her hand, and bandaged up her elbow, “Try not to put any unnecessary strain on this arm.”

“A-Alright..”

Donna had actually never seen one of the proper doctors before in her life. Her family were strong believers in Herbology and Barbados’ will, so she wasn’t exactly sure why the doctor had concluded she was allergic to some fruit. Her whole life she tended to the gardens, sold massive varieties of flowers, and even once was a waitress at the bar with all kinds of drinks. Something didn’t seem to perfectly match what Sebastian had described, but maybe she just had to ask you what the two of you had that day to get to the bottom of this situation.

“Donna! Are you alright?!”

Suddenly, the doors bursted open with Diluc rushing inside. He looked even worse than last time she saw him. He was beginning to smell, his hair was forming mats and shining with grease, and his eyes were puffed and red; huge eye-bags forming above his cheeks.

“H-honey.. What has happened to you?” The woman gasped in shock at the appearance of her lover. He seemed to be taken with surprise by her reaction, and took a few steps back to stare at himself in the mirror.

The man froze.

Slowly, he reached to cup his own face as if he couldn’t recognize it.

“That dammed Y/N..” He mumbled to himself, “I am actually falling apart..” He whispered, while crouching down to take a seat on the ground. Now, Donna was more than worried. She got up from her bed and hugged her lover in a tight embrace, “Did they do something to you?” He pulled away to look deep into the woman’s eyes, “Did they hurt you?”

“I..” The brunette wasn’t sure what to say. Was she poised? Was this intentional? Accidental? Were you naturally hostile or angered by the circumstances? She had no clue. “I don’t know. Sebastian told me that I had an intense allergic reaction to something and that Y/N called in the medics to save me.”

“Oh.” Diluc blinked in surprise, “T-that’s confusing me even more now..”

“I know..” The woman sighed, “I know.”

-

You sat at the edge of your bed, as Marie kneeled before you with your right hand in her skillful palms. Your feet were soaking in a warm tub with rose petals floating above the water’s surface, and the maid gently trimmed your cuticles and the length of your nails to perfection. The two of you sat in silence throughout the whole procedure, as you stared at the flickering flame of a candle on your nightstand.

“What do you think, Marie? What are they going to do next?” You asked her a question, and she didn’t even bat an eye before answering to you.

“They are going to try to murder you, my Master.”

You didn’t expect such conclusion. Truly, your death seemed to be an only out for Diluc’s desperate cry for freedom. The moment he’d sign a contract provided by you — his life would be over. Staying in the same mansion with you would also ensure his and Donna’s suffering until their last breaths. But in order for him to be back in control of his future — he would need to erase you. You let out a bitter laugh, however, Marie’s expression remained as stoic as always.

“What do you think I should do?” You questioned further. You watched her grab a warm cloth, and rub your palms in gentle motion, as if trying to cleanse you of your sins.

“I am a mere servant, my Master.” She reminded you.

For a second, you saw red. Without a thought you slapped her hands away from yours’ and grabbed at her chin — forcing her to look you in the eyes. She didn’t tremble, she didn’t fight, she just froze. Your anger vanished, and slowly you melted into a fake smile. Your thumb hovered over her bottom lip, and you brought her closer to yourself, until you both could feel each others’ breaths.

“You’re my servant, Marie. I don’t keep fools around me, do I?” You then let go off her, making her lose her balance for a second, but she quickly gathered herself and bowed her head in submission, “Now, speak.” She rose her gaze, and you encouraged her once again with a raised brow.

“I believe for there to be two options.” Marie began her speech, and took your feet out the tub to place them on her thighs and wipe them dry, “You get rid of Master Diluc and send Mistress Donna back to Mondstat. Nobody would believe her that it was you who hurt Master Diluc, but even if they would, a single mention of his crimes across the world and that it was all done in self-defense would guarantee your innocence.”

She was finally done taking care of you, and proceeded to reach for freshly the ironed socks by her side.

“And second?”

“You get rid of Mistress Donna, and make Master Diluc fall into the deepest depths of despair, so that he won’t have anyone else to turn to for comfort — but you.” Marie buckled up your shoes, and stood up, instantly straightening her back, “The choice lies in whether you prefer to execute quick revenge and forget, or, to keep a hold of your revenge until your last breath.”

You laughed at her words.

“Do you believe for revenge to be a waste of time?”

“Many people who consider themselves above others would say that, but I solely believe that your decision is absolute, my Master. I believe a yearn for revenge made you into a person who you are today, and Master..” Marie locked her hands together by her chest, “You are an entity beyond my comprehension.”

“You flatter me, Marie.”

Looking at her, you saw emotions which Diluc had never expressed towards you. Yes, he loved you. But young love comes and goes. Meanwhile every single one of your servants in this house, were undoubtedly loyal to you. There was no hesitation that every single maid, butler, cook, and even the recently hired doctor would die for you. Kill for you. Live for you.

Diluc was never any of those things.

“I think I made my decision.”

You’ve made that decision long time ago, and there was no reason to back out on it now. Even if Diluc would put you in the casket, you would crawl out with a knife in your hand to continue to haunt him. You weren’t sure where this obsession was coming from. Perhaps it was boredom. Maybe, you were just that evil and prideful. Or even..

It was just fun.

-

Donna decided to finally leave Master Y/N house and go for a walk. They have been living in the mansion for a month now, and each day was worse than the previous one. She tried to make it work. She followed all lessons which you signed her up for, she learned the etiquette, she put herself on a diet, did her hair to the best of her ability, but one thing for sure — each day was more miserable than the other.

The moment that the sun would rise, she would feel the dread wash over her. Even when you weren’t at the mansion your spirit and your presence were felt everywhere. Your mere gaze was driving her insane, even giving her nightmares. She had a dream, where you were smirking at her with a maniacal glare in your eyes whilst holding a blade to her throat. Then, there were visions of you poisoning her, assassinating her, or hanging her off the ceiling.

Donna’s thoughts were getting darker and darker. From a light and careless girl, she has become something else entirely.

Perhaps, being with Diluc was the biggest mistake of her life.

As she finally stepped through the gates of Mondstat — the whispers began. Nobody in this city knew what you were truly like. How terrifying, how cruel, how manipulative. They all saw you from the best angle, meanwhile, Donna was seen from her worst.

“Homewrecker..”

“Slut!”

“Whore!”

“To get together with a married man, no shame at all!”

“How can she even bear to come back here..”

Even though they were mere whispers, their voices seemed to be louder than her own thoughts. She had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep herself away from shedding tears. Her life had become so terrible. Although she was outside, it felt like the curtains were still drawn. She couldn’t see the sunlight as bright as it used to be. A part of her was still locked away in that mansion — forever caged.

She felt her heart rase, her breathing picking up — she was panicking. There were so many people, and they all hated her. Yes, she did a bad thing, but did she really deserve all of this? Were her good deeds before this now completely forgotten? Where did all of her friends go when she needed them the most?

She had no one.

She was so alone.

“Is Sister Barbara around?” Donna asked as she had finally reached the church. Her feet felt sore, and the base of her spine was aching.

“One second.” One of the nuns had ran off to get her. As Donna waited she took a seat and looked around the church. Perhaps, she should beg, no, plead Barbados for His guidance. For His help. For His involvement.

“She’s here.”

“Donna! I haven’t seen you in a while.” If there were someone who hadn’t changed their attitude towards her — it was all the nuns, especially Sister Barbara. Maybe she was just very good at hiding her real thoughts, but Donna preferred to indulge herself in a more positive light.

“Hi, Sister Barbara.” The brunette murmured shyly, “I sent you a letter a week ago..” She reminded the other, and at first Barbara seemed confused, until she remembered.

“Ah, yes, yes!” The young girl continuously nodded her head, “Let’s head to a more private room.” She gestured for Donna to follow her out the church, and into the next building.

Barbara wasn’t the only doctor in Mondstat, in fact, she wasn’t even an actual licensed professional how Sebastian was. However, people with healing hydro abilities were granted permission to accept patients and examine them if required. Donna didn’t trust Sebastian, so, she sent a letter ahead explaining her symptoms to the blonde girl and arranged time and date of their meeting.

Barbara made the woman lay down on the examination table, as she checked what worried her most. She applied pressure on different parts of her body, especially her stomach. Then, a frown covered her face and she spread out her palms across Donna’s stomach — hydro particles suddenly formed in the air and circled around each one of her fingers — until they had vanished. It seemed that the blonde had come to her conclusion, but was hesitating to speak.

“Donna..”

“What? What is it?” The brunette was already imaging the worst. Was she dying? She must be dying! “What’s wrong with me?” The longer she wasn’t hearing an answer, the more panicked she got.

“You’ve had a miscarriage.”

What.

“I.. I was pregnant?” Donna stared, and Barbara nodded, “What do you mean I had a miscarriage?” She breathed out a pained laugh, “I didn’t bleed or anything.. I..” And then — it hit her. She understood what happened. You didn’t poison her that day. Your intent wasn’t her assassination, but rather.. “N-no way..”

She was drowning.

Her lungs were getting filled with the sea of sorrow.

“NOOOOOooooOOoOOOooOOooo!” A howling, blood-curdling cry was heard echoing through the halls of the hospital. Her tears were running down her cheeks like a river, and Barbara’s comforting embrace felt like the last hold on her humanity.

That day Donna hadn’t just lost her past, but she also lost her future.

-

Donna came back home only a week later. She might have not even known her child, but the grief was weighting down at her heart. She always wanted to be a mother, and from a young age she was told to be infertile. She never said anything to Diluc about it, because the topic was never brought up. But now, she was finding out that her miracle baby was forcefully taken out of her. She felt violated, torn, and broken. Every part of her soul had shattered like glass with pieces scattered so far apart that they’ll never be fixed back together.

“Donna.. Finally.”

Diluc was hugging her, but she couldn’t even feel it. Her body just froze, meanwhile, her gaze and mind were elsewhere. She couldn’t stop thinking about her lost child. Was it a girl, a boy, or twins? Were they going to have her brown her or their father’s crimson locks? What about their eyes, their height, their smiles? Were they going to grow up to be strong and powerful, or would they prefer a more standard and quiet life? Why did this happen to her? Why wasn’t she given a chance?

If only you had asked her to decide between her child and Diluc, she would have chosen her child in a heartbeat.

“Where have you been?” The man whispered into her ear, and she felt his tears falling onto her shoulder and soaking through her shirt. She hadn’t cried since that day. She hadn’t even said a word. Her whole world was stuck in that one moment, unable to move on, “What happened to you, my beautiful?” Diluc was playing with the locks of her hair, just how he used to.

He hadn’t changed, but she was now a different person. She was in grief. He was in despair.

“Can we kill them?”

Diluc instantly pulled away, and stared at Donna’s empty eyes. He blinked once, twice, but still couldn’t believe his ears.

“K-kill who?”

“Master Y/N. I want to take their life.“

FINAL CHAPTER !

[monster-disaster]

if your available or free can you do an naga x F!reader or werewolf x M!reader for this valentines month?it can be anything you want in the story just want read an valentines story from you:3

your really a good story maker i also amaze on your story really like it i really idolize you its ok if you dont do mine but hope you rest well and have someone to celebrate valentines with you <3

Hey! Thank you for your request and kind words. It's a quick and short story but I hope you find some joy reading it! 💛

brother's best friend!Naga x Reader Warnings: none

You can't help but scowl as you stare at the man in front of you on the other side of the small table. You really can't help it. You are trying to focus. Your gaze is on his lips as he talks. His Adam's apple bobs, and you force yourself to soften your expression.

Poor guy.

He looks ridiculous with the red and pink strings hanging around him. You both are. And they are annoying as hell. You grunt as you grab one of the strings at your shoulder to push it away for the tenth time. Your attention turns from the man to the ceiling. It's covered with balloons. Why did they put them there? Who thought it would look good?

"Are you okay?" Your date asks. His hand fidgets with the fork next to his empty plate. His glass is already empty. You can't blame him. His neck is red because of the alcohol and heat. And maybe with embarrassment and awkwardness. "Yeah," you hum. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." He gulps and nods.

Poor guy.

"And…" you start, trying to think of something. "And how was your week?" You almost grimace.

Great question. Really. Amazing.

You can't stop your leg from bouncing under the table. Your nails almost break the skin above your knee as you push your leg down to keep calm. The moment your attention turns away, you continue doing it. The table shakes because of it.

"Look," you sigh. "You can leave, you know?" The man's eyes widen at your words. "I'm not the best company today," you admit the obvious. "You can go and save your Valentine's Day. I won't be mad." You can almost see the relief washing over him even though he is still unsure about his next step. "Seriously," you speak again. "You can go." "Will you be okay?" He asks. "I can drive you home."

He is a good guy, you think. He was respectful the whole night. And he really tried to make the best of the night even though you are clearly not the right partner tonight.

You smile. Maybe for the first time. "I will be fine, but thank you." He is rigid and awkward the whole time he gets ready to leave. "I'm sorry," you tell him just to say something. "It's fine," he says, stopping next to your chair for a moment. "I hope you will get… better." You almost laugh. "Thanks."

You can feel the weights falling off your shoulders when he disappears. You let your head fall back as you breathe in and out. In. And out.

Why did they fill the whole restaurant with balloons?

"Miss?" Someone says after a few seconds. The voice is unsure. Opening your eyes, you turn to the waitress watching you. "Are you ready to order?" She asks. "And… your date?" Her eyes fall on the empty chair in front of you. "It's just me," you tell her. "And me." A voice speaks up from behind you. "I'm sorry I'm late, darling." Before you can register his voice, his lips are already on your cheek while you sit frozen. Your eyes widen at the soft touch. "Vicra." You can't hide the surprise in your voice. "Can we get a few minutes?" The male asks, looking at the waitress as he sits down. His long tail curls around the chair. The woman smiles, not mentioning the fact that you arrived with a human instead of a naga. "Of course."

"What are you doing here?" You ask the male. You can't tear your eyes away from him. His blonde hair frames his face, his strong jawline, and hollow cheeks. The few light blue scales on his cheekbones make him look paler even under the warm lights of the restaurant. "I saw you from the window," he says. "I hope I don't disturb your date." He looks around, searching for your partner. He doesn't seem worried about it in the slightest. "I'm alone," you tell him, unsure. You don't know how much you should believe him. "Sorry to hear that." "Then wipe down that smirk," you tell him, and his smile widens.

For long seconds, you just sit there in front of each other. You know Vic as your brother's best friend. Your childhood memories are filled with him.

"Why are you here, Vic?" You ask him again, desperately wanting to know the honest answer. It's not like you are not happy to see him, but seeing him is always a bittersweet occurrence ever since you kissed one year ago. It was chaste, filled with need, and followed by guilt. Vicra is your brother's best friend. None of you want to be clichés, but what else can you do besides keeping yourself away from him? And for how long?

His smile slowly disappears, and his expression becomes serious. "I have a vow for the new year." One of your brows moves up in question. "I won't let other people dictate what I shouldn't do." "And what you shouldn't do?" You ask. "I shouldn't go for my best friend's sister." Your heart flutters in your chest. "Oh?" "So what do you say, Y/N?" A slow smirk pulls on his lips as he leans closer to you over the table. You can feel his tail curl around your ankle. His hold is gentle but firm. "Will you be my Valentine?" Heat creeps up on your face under his gaze. "I'm not sure yet," you reply, teasing. "We will see how the night goes."

[avatarmerida]

My hobby is imagining that the huntlow interactions we got in For the Future are parallels to moments we would’ve gotten of them in a full season of human realm stuff.

Like the pinky hold™ is just so specific that I feel like it was Willow’s subtle way of reassuring him when tensions got high during countless failed portal attempts or when they’d be walking around town and didn’t want to get separated when he was still getting used to physical touch. And him pressing back has an even deeper meaning and it make me feral.

But also like the iconic catch I feel could be such a cute parallel because I imagine Willow in her attempt to be the strong, dependable one is extra confident around Hunter because that’s just one way of her concealing her developing feelings for him. Like nothing bothers her, nothing gets to her especially not this silly, bubbly feeling she gets around him. Like she flirts with him, of course, but she never lets herself get flustered, ya know? She is always in total control.

Until she’s not.

So one day they’re outside hanging lights or something to plan a surprise for Camila and Willow is standing on the ladder trying to make everything even. Amity has paired them up for nearly everything (part of her attempt to show Willow her support and that she’s a supportive friend) and Willow has been having a blast making him blush at every turn. She’s complimenting his hand made decorations, his organization, just every little thing. And this loser doesn’t know what to make of it. He just know he likes impressing Willow and he’s spending the whole day trying to find a non loser way to communicate that.

But our girl is unstoppable, she’s adding vines to the string of lights, flowers here and there to make it extra stunning and Hunter’s holding the ladder below her in total awe. She’s completely aware of his eyes on her and so maaaybe she overdoes it a bit showing off and twists her ankle and falls off the ladder. Hunter quickly leaps to her rescue and catches her like it’s nothing.

But she’s not hurt. She’s not embarrassed. She’s not worried. She’s entranced.

Hunter is asking her a million questions but it’s like she can’t hear anything over how much she’s just focused on him. On the way he’s figured out how to style his hair so you could see his face better. The way his eyes looked brighter in this light. The way his nose and jaw were just so sharp and defined and demanded to be seen. It’s like all the times she didn’t let herself think too long about how cute he was were adding up now. Her brain is pure white noise and she just knows her face is bright red.

But Hunter is to concerned to follow suit as he would normally being so close and he thinks he red face is a sign that she’s hurt. And then she’s not responding? Never mind that this is definitely not the highest height Willow has fallen from nor is it one that could do much damage, Hunter is in full protector mode. So he rushes off inside to Camila and when he runs his hair blows back gently in the wind and he scrunches his face all determined and she’s like woah, okay. He tells her to hold on and she gladly tightens her hold around his neck like you don’t have to tell me twice.

She’s speechless and he’s not even trying. He’s just thinking about her and being so gentle and sweet and… handsome.

And then they get inside and he’s telling Camila what happened and Willow is not helpful because she’s in full loser mode. Camila is trying not to laugh at the contrasting expressions because she herself was once a loser and knows the signs. But then her mom/doctor mode activates and she asks Willow if she’s hurt and Willow’s response?

“Who’s Willow?”

Not a panicked inquiry like her disaster friend Amity, but dreamy and light as though she’s having an out of body experience. She’s hypnotized, she’s delirious, she’s delusional. Hunter panics, thinking she’s somehow concussed.

But Camila assures him she’s not, not explaining how she knows as she examines her ankle. Camila touches it just enough to break Willow’s trance and she lets out a small wince of pain. It’s not broken, just sprained but she shouldn’t walk on it for a few days.

Hunter says without hesitation that he’ll happily carry her should she need to go anywhere and Willow definitely does not hate the sound of that. Camila says it’s not necessary and Willow nearly tells her to shut up, but she would never talk to her that way. She says she has some crutches in the basement somewhere and Hunter makes it his mission to find them. He carries her down to the basement and places her gently on the couch as he looks through all the old things.

Willow just watches him, trying to catch her breath. She didn’t realize that by trying to moderate her feelings that they would burst to the surface with such force eventually. She thought she had a handle on them but every so often Hunter did something that was just so Hunter that she just stopped working. Usually she could excuse herself to another room to sort through them and compose herself when she was locked safety in his arms and she forgot the ground even existed. And now he was playing nurse, telling her all the thing he could help her with so she would heal as soon as possible. He wasn’t even trying to be charming, she can’t imagine how she would function if he was aware of what he was doing.

He brings out the crutches and adjusts them to her height without her even having to say anything. He tells her how they can add something to the bottom so they won’t get stuck in the mud when she gardens and how he was sure Camila wouldn’t mind Clover flying her up the stairs in the meantime and if not he could carry her upstairs no problem.

He talks so much when he worries, she thinks. His mind moves so quickly when he needs to plan something, when he’s certain about what to do. When he cares.

And yes they have the crutches and yes she has Clover and magic and infinite ways to work around her barely present injury but when Hunter insists on carrying her she turns to mush and just doesn’t have it in her to object. And he doesn’t always put her down right away and she doesn’t remind him to. Like they’ll come downstairs for breakfast and he’ll walk around the house before bringing her to the kitchen. It becomes a harmless habit. Gus joins in eventually, jumping on Hunter’s back and Willow is only more enamored. But Hunter sees it another way to help his friends and being helpful makes him focused and when he’s focused Willow’s heart beats like a beehive.

And it’s just a sprain so the need disappears quickly since Willow heals within a week. But it confirms what she had been contemplating for awhile now. She was so gone for this loser.

[books-and-catears]

Unravelling Solomon

(many spoilers for chap 11)

Some personal theories and trying to look at the story from Solomon's lens.

Let's state some canon things we have noticed in the story of both Obey me and Nightbringer.

MC is Solomon's one true soulmate/twin flame

Solomon took an instant liking to MC in the very beginning, calling it mere curiousity.

- I think he sensed a Kindred soul. Just like Thirteen says we both seem like 'cheerful idiots' at the very first glance. Wouldn't Solomon would be even quicker to detect a soul similar to his own?

Thirteen claims our soul sparkles the same way Solomon's used to, it still does the same but just a little different.

- Solomon has gone through some unspeakable trauma damaging his soul to that level. And he's hyper protective that MC doesn't go through the same.

Solomon's card: Threads of Fate. MC's first red string was connected to Solomon.

- Okay, this might be a big stretch but hear me out. We all know Solomon's magic is strong and mostly accurate even in its most experimental stage.

So when his powder of revealing soulmates ended up showing all of MC's bonds - it inadvertently showed the strongest first. The strongest bond between two most similar souls.

....

Solomon's Obsession with Lucifer's Pact

Do you know who has consistently been a direct threat of MC's survival?

From the first dance, as he threatened MC while almost snapping their wrist in half to his most recent attempt on MC's life in the past - it has been Lucifer.

The Lucifer who would rather use his powers and hurt his own brother and an innocent angel just to exact his justice on a meddlesome human (cue the scene where MC protects Beel and Luke).

The Lucifer who doesn't hesitate to lose his head and attempt to destroy MC even though he noted how MC has been slowly and surely healing his brothers.

The same Lucifer who even now, tries to eliminate you as a threat even as his own brothers vouch for your integrity and you try to prove your good intentions.

Solomon watches helplessly as you constantly throw yourself at the mercy of this fallen angel.

In season 2, Solomon legit states that he would have stabbed Lucifer to save the three realms himself if it didn't upset you. Imagine how he must feel knowing you almost killed yourself to save this very demon - only to be hurt by this demon again.

Wherever Lucifer goes, his brothers tend to follow. He's the pillar holding the brothers together. Solomon knows the only way to keep Lucifer and some of his equally volatile brothers , he simply needs a pact with him.

What better way to ensure Humanity's safety, especially your safety, than to control the most probable cause of chaos?

But because he couldn't do that, so instead he started MC to be stronger in Magic, fortifying the defense on MC. Making sure MC can make the pacts to protect themself and humanity along with Solomon.

But still he knows, you're too kind for your own good and you don't have a heart cruel enough to give up on the demon brothers no matter what they do to you, so he still hopes to make the pacts himself so he can do what's necessary when things get worse.

.....

Solomon's Wrath and Request

Can you imagine how Solomon might have felt in the timeline where his MC was killed? The growing rage and guilt that it all happened so far away where he couldn't be there to save you? Barbatos had to merge the timelines for a reason.

Now imagine him seeing it all happen again, the fear in your eyes, your body frozen never even attempting to save yourself because you don't want to hurt the demons. But this time he's here - and he won't let it happen.

Do you know how much rage must bubble under his skin to reach up to this throat and peek through his never faltering smile?

The reason he begs and pleads you to choose humanity over the demons, it's only to make sure you're not caught in the wrong side of the war.

Of course he manipulates demons into pacts and acts shady around them, because look what happened to MC when all they did was be righteous, helping the brothers them the right way.

[poraphia]

OKAY THIS IDEA HAS BEEN BOUNCING AROUND IN MY HEAD FOR AWHILE SOOO

So basically reader is a vigilante and for one reason or another they end up in a fight with Wilbur. Reader is really cocky about it and ends up flirting with him the entire fight. Wilbur is amused and a bit shocked but most likely unaffected.

After a couple fights where the flirting does not stop he decides flirt back thinking reader would also be unaffected because they've been actively flirting the entire time. But reader gets Flustered with a capital F. Like, they're face is all red and everything

"Let's Make Music, Honey Voice."

pairing • siren x vigilante!music!reader 1289 • 9.25.23 containing • continuous flirting and teasing, one HEAVILY SUGGESTIVE FLIRT, depictions of fighting, bits of cursing :) my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

"It was so easy winning against you in a fight, but flirting back? You have my knees weak."

♡♡♡

Okay, maybe I got a bit carried away with this one.

But what could I say? It’s not every day you can beat a supervillain senseless.

I stared down at Siren from an elevated rooftop. With a cocky grin, I plucked gently at some tunes on my bass, taunting him with my upbeat melody. He got up from his ruined state, scoffing at my victory lap around the edge.

“Aw, what’s the matter?” I mocked, exaggerating the tilt of my head as my torso nearly bent. “You look so cute when you’re flustered, sweetheart! I guess somebody forgot to do his vocal training today.” I giggled. He only smirked in response, letting his coat flutter with the soft wind that was picking up.

“Yeah, yeah,” He brushed off. “But I’m still standing. Give me some credit here, Strings.” He shrugged. I rolled my eyes before holding my guitar in position. The moon played as our light above us. The street lights below barely illuminated the villain’s strong jaw and curly locks. My hair swayed with the midnight breeze as the moon’s reflection highlighted my axe bass hybrid. I took a deep inhale, a near-enamored sigh escaping my nostrils.

“Fine, I’ll give you another chance, but only because you’re cute!” I chimed. With my thumb, I strummed hard at the steel strings, aiming to knock Siren down again with my sound waves. But instead, Siren dodged out of impact, making a B-Line straight toward me. I quickly hopped off the ledge and onto another building. Siren was behind me, hot on my trail. Quickly, I ran as fast as I could before strumming down, boosting me off of the ground and into the air, leaving Siren breathless. I couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.

“I know you’re obsessed with me, but come on now!” I called out. I gently strummed to glide my way through the winds. Siren searched around the building, retrieving a spare, lengthy rope. He fiddled with the material for a few seconds before forming a lasso and hooking me on. A sharp squeak escaped my throat as I was immediately pulled down. I clutched on my bass, bracing for impact, but instead, I landed straight into Siren’s arms.

Immediately, I smiled and stretched my limbs out. “Ahh, sorry babe, you can only hold me like this after our wedding.” I ruffled his hair and hopped out of his grasp, sliding against the concrete floor.

Siren clicked his tongue before rolling his head in a circle, cracking his neck while facing me. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who doesn't fight melee.” He commented. I hummed a bit, noticing the slight irritation in his voice. I gripped my bass by the neck, taking off the strap, and pointed the blade of the axe towards him.

“You sure you wanna fight melee? Don’t want to chop your head off.” I giggled.

“Drop your weapon and don’t pick it back up.” His voice rang in my ears in such an angelic way that if I had a choice, I’d probably drop my weapon anyway. My bass axe clattered against the ground, leaving me with my bare hands. I looked at him with puffed-up cheeks, annoyed by his superpower. In turn, he shined his cheeky grin at me.

“No fair!” I cried.

“Oh, it is very much fair.” Without a gap between his words, Siren lunged at me, forcing me to put my arms up in self-defense. I pushed him back by kicking him in the stomach. I aimed to punch his face with one first after another, but skillfully he ducked down and dodged both hits. He ran past me, gripping both of my wrists tight. I winced in pain, struggling for my freedom. With enough tugging, I was able to free my dominant hand, elbowing him in the stomach to loosen his grip on my other arm. I escaped his grasp, turning around so that I could face him.

“Y’know,” I huffed, swinging my leg to kick him in the face, only for him to narrowly avoid my attack with a crouch. He continued to aim punches at me as I struggled to move past his fists. “We could make a cute band together!” We tangoed under the stars as our legs guided us to safety. “Me, the cool bassist that steals your heart, and you, the singer, who would write countless romantic songs for me—!” Before I could continue on my words, Siren made a clean sweep with leg, nearly tripping me over. In one swift second, as I was about to hit the ground, Siren picked up my bass and hooked the two of us inside the strap. My back rested on the instrument as he held it behind me.

The supervillain towered over me in close proximity. I stared up at him, not sure if I could formulate the words to comment on our position. Slowly, he leaned his lips into my ear.

“Then how about we go back to my place and make some sweet, sweet music, hm?” He whispered. "Maybe I could get some lovely tunes out of you.."

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Words refused to register in my brain. “I— Ah— mm—!” Suddenly I was a stuttering mess. The heat rising to my cheeks was nearly unbearable. Siren retreated from my ear and looked down at me a bewildered expression forming on his face. This may be the one time I regret choosing a masquerade mask to protect my identity. If my bashfulness wasn’t apparent enough in my voice, he could certainly see it from my glowing red cheeks!

“Strings, are you..—?”

“S-Shut up!” I interrupted him from continuing his sentence. I slipped out of our position, letting the cool air slap in my face as I turned my back on the blindfolded man. Never has Siren ever attempted to flirt with me back. My heart was racing out of my chest and my knees felt so weak. I wanted to run and squeal around this rooftop, but instead, I maintained my composure to the best of my ability.

As if to toy with me, Siren approached me, pressing his chest against my head. He lifted my bass over me, letting the strap fall onto my shoulder. “Carry your instrument.” He commanded. My arms flew up, immediately grabbing it by the neck and hip. I was too paralyzed and flustered to move and make any sort of remark. This made Siren hum curiously.

“I’ve never heard you this quiet.” He said, almost shocked. It took all my might to not turn around and bang this man in the head. Instead, I remained composed to the best of my ability. He began walking around me, now standing in front. With his hands behind his back, he leaned down with his face nearly inches away from mine. “Let’s call this a tie, I suppose.” His smile was wide and prideful, and rather than being annoyed, I felt my heart melt at such a sight.

“I-It’s whatever…” I mumbled, too shy to even look at him through my mask. Siren chuckled, tapping the tip of my nose with his index finger.

“I’ll be seeing you around then, my bassist.” With that, he waved me goodbye as he walked off, disappearing into the night. My heart pounded my ears, not even working up the courage to move my wobbly legs. I swallowed hard, feeling the lump in my throat go down. My eyes trailed down to my bass as my cheeks still tingled at the thought of him.

Fuck..

Ugh.. Fuck!

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a / n ~ was sooo excited to get this fic out when i saw the request a couple days ago! notes, reblogs, replies, whatever! are super duper appreciated! i saw all the little reblogs and replies about being excited for my siren content which is why i decided to push through writing this before i went to sleep! i hope yall enjoyyyy <333

[peachsayshi]

Hey peach! women lover anon here (idk how else to call myself to let you know that I'm the anon who puts the women thirst in your inbox that ruins you) just realized I never responed to your reply from my last ask/rant (that jjk women poll) so to do that now: that reply was really sweet of you!! 🩷 and yes it was necessary to ruin you by putting thirst in your inbox and I'll do that again (affectionate) 😌

So to (maybe) ruin you today: I'm thinking about Mei feeding me with cocktail and fruit and then putting her hand around my throat while kissing me with tongue in the built-in whirlpool on her massive rooftop terrace <3 or just whirlpool sex with her in general send help 🫣

➳  minors / ageless / blank blogs dni   ➳  tags: wlw; smut; established relationship; skinny dipping; pet name: kitten, baby

➳  notes: okay, but I could not resist writing something for you. this idea is so hot it's making me a little crazy. please enjoy, and thank you for constantly filling my inbox with mei thirsts <3 ily wc: 560

she looks ethereal bathing underneath the moon; the rays of white light radiating the shimmering strands of her silver hair. you watch in awe as mei runs her perfectly manicured fingers against the blue tinted threads, her red nail polish contrasting harshly against her slicked back mane. her sharp, dark brown eyes never leave yours, her thin brows raising with amusement as she surfaces from underneath the water just enough to bare her perfect collarbones and strong shoulders.

her cheeks are a little flushed, a delicate pink blushing over her smooth skin. she exhales as the warmth of the pool envelops around you, the sound of the whirring jets making your head spin.

your own heart thumps rapidly, creating little bursts of waves on it's own. you place your empty cocktail glass down by the edge, right next to both your soaked bikinis.

mei's so close to you now - you can feel her gentle breath on your skin, practically taste the champagne on the tip of her tongue.

"you were all nervous for nothing..." she coos with a slightly mocking tone, followed by a cheeky giggle that has you squeezing your thighs tightly together.

"what if someone sees us?" you insist, folding your arms over your chest in an attempt to cover yourself.

her lips find your neck, "you're so cute to worry that someone might see us from all the way up here, kitten," she murmurs, her canines grazing down the column as her hands unhook your arms guarding what she seeks.

she slots the frame of her body right up against yours, ensuring that you feel every soft curve of her dangerously bodacious body. she guides you to turn around so your chest is pressing up against the cold tile. your eyes flutter when she kisses your neck, her hands gripping the flesh of your thighs as she slowly parts them.

your knees buckle, brows knitting tightly when you feel the burst of the jet massage up against your clit. after the shock of the initial sensation passes, you find yourself clinging to the edge as your hips rut against the vibrating pulses.

"feels good, huh?" mei whispers in your ear, her body grinding right behind yours in flow to the rhythm of your movements.

"s'good," you mumble, a tension coiling in your lower belly.

"see? you're not worried about us being watched anymore..." she teases, squeezing your breast in her hand and earning another wanton moan as she grazes her nail across your pebbled bud.

you shake your head no, fingers gripping desperately onto the edge of the pool as you try to keep yourself stable.

the hand on your breasts travels up until her fingers circle around your neck. she tilts you to face her, sliding her tongue between your parted lips as her digits grip tightly around your throat.

"hmph, you taste so good, want me to feed you more strawberries after you cum, kitten?"

a string of saliva connects her bottom lips to yours, you can barely get out an "uh-huh" before she's back to frenching you, her messy kisses making your pussy throb with feverish heat.

"let go for me, baby" she whimpers against your lips, the hand between your legs sinking down to the folds of your cunt to push inside the entrance. "want you to cum on my mouth 'n pussy too..."

➳ requests are closed.

[brayneworms]

wide eyes (cherry pies).

featuring. kobeni higashiyama/reader

word count. 1.07k

content. gender-neutral reader, kissing, intoxication, kobeni-typical crying, reader is kobeni's boss but no power dynamics, thorough consent checks, no smut but EXTREMELY suggestive, love confessions.

notes. this is an 18+ blog. minors and ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked.

The hand with your key had shaken trying to unlock the door to your apartment.

It might've been the nerve, or the drink, or the fact that Kobeni had stuffed her face into the crook of your neck, breathing hard and fast, her hands pawing at the back of your suit jacket, squirming like a kitten.

Regardless, they're not shaking now.

The moment the both of you stumble through the cramped parlour and kitchenette to the bedroom, dimly lit with orange string-lights and a salt lamp petulantly aglow in the corner, Kobeni is on you with a vigour you see from her once in a blue moon and always on the field. She's slightly... damp, from sweat or rain or drool or just whatever keeps her perpetually sustained in a state of unspooling anxiety, but her strong fingers have a grip on your blazer, tugging it off like it had offended her.

"S-slow—" you manage to gasp out before she reaches up to kiss you again, fast and needy, parting her lips to lick into your mouth and you groan. "Beni," you pant between breaks for air. "Ben, Beni—"

She whines when you grip her narrow shoulders and push her down, bracketing her fast with your strength. When she peers up at you, your brain flatlines a little; her usual flouncy ponytail has unravelled, leaving two scarlet clips adrift in a wave of messy brunette hair, and it frames a face scarlet with blush from cheekbone to jawline. Her lips are red, full as candy apples, wet with spit, her dark brows knitted up, her dark eyes big and deep and starving.

She makes a needy noise, tries to lean in to kiss you again, but you manage to force her back down.

"Just—just lemme breathe a minute, babe," you pant out. Kobeni goes painfully redder and nods. "Alright. Okay. Look, we've both had a little to drink. Are you sure—"

"Yes," she blurts out, before you've even finished the question. "Th—I mean—that's the only reason I f-feel brave enough to..." Her voice wilts a little, but you can suddenly feel your pulse in your skull.

"Kobeni," you say, lowly. "I... overheard you talking with Himeno a week back. I know you... you haven't done this before. I just want to make sure you want—I mean, that you know what you want. With me, of all people."

Kobeni's eyes fill with tears. "I—I only want you," she hiccups. "I m-mean... God, this is so embarrassing, but I—ever since I got assigned to you, and working under you, I mean, oh, I'm messing this up but I j-just..."

"Breathe, dove," you murmur, and—trusting her to stop jumping you like she's springlocked—move your hands to cup her face. She burns beneath your touch, eyes pools of ink staring urgently up at you. "You're not messing anything up, 'kay? I just need to make sure here. I'm not some kinda scummy boss. I—I care about you. That's half the fuckin' problem, I mean—fuck. I don't want you to regret this. That's all. Okay?"

Kobeni sniffles. "I won't. I've always... it's all I've b-been thinking about. I—every night. And tonight, going out, I thought I was being annoying, clinging to you like I did b-but now we're here and—and I'm so close, please don't send me away." She hiccups pathetically. "I, mm. I love you. I love you."

Something presses down on your chest like a weight, compressing your heart into your ribcage. And you love her too, you love her too, so you lean forwards and kiss the tear tracks on her face whilst she huffs and squirms, craning her neck; her wet lips brush yours once, twice before she makes a whiny noise of desperation and you finally bring her in.

She's jittery, switching between being too enthusiastic and freezing up—presumably because she has no idea what to do. But at least she's moving slower now, satiated apparently by getting her feelings off her chest, and she lets you guide her this time.

"On the bed," you murmur against her lips. "If you're sure."

Kobeni nods frantically, clambering upon your mattress so eagerly that the sheets tangle around her. You bite back a giggle at the sight of her, sitting on her haunches like a dog awaiting its owners return.

"Tell me, okay?" you reiterate as you start undoing your shirt of your own admission; it slips off your shoulders, and Kobeni squeaks, eyes tracking your every moment like it's the last thing she'll ever see. Lamplight glints in the onyx of her eyes. "Kobeni. You can stop whenever. Whatever you're comfortable with. I need you to tell me what to do, how far you wanna go. Okay? You hear me?"

"Y-yes," she whimpers. "I, um..." Her hands wring together, eyes averting into her lap. "I want to... I don't know. I want... you to... t-touch me?"

"That's a start," you agree mildly. "How about we start smaller, though... you wanna take your shirt off?"

Her cheeks burn, but she nods, shaky hands moving to untuck her shirt from her slacks and start on the buttons. Pale skin slices down the middle, adorned with a worn, plain black bra. It looks like it's been through the washer two dozen times—you know Kobeni sends most of her paycheck home to her family. She must not be able to afford luxuries.

You could buy her one. Not in a weird way, like an old geezer sending lace thongs to his twenty-something secretary, obviously. Just... something that doesn't look like it's held together by two threads.

Kobeni covers the exposed skin. "Sorry," she mumbles, and you realise with a lurch you've been staring in silence. "I know I'm not—y-you're probably used to more—"

"Don't think that," you interrupt, walking over and slotting yourself between her legs. The fabric of her slacks strains against her thighs, and she stares up at you, slack-jawed, starry-eyed, alight with blush. "You're so gorgeous," you murmur. "So—the second you walked into my office, oh my god. Haven't been able to get you outta my head. Do I sound creepy? You can tell me if I do."

She shakes her head wildly. "N-no! Me too! I—like you said, the second I walked in—and you've been so kind. Nobody's ever..." Her lower lip trembles. "I really love you. Sorry. I love you."

"I love you too," you murmur, and swoop in to touch her.

[kiwi-channn]

Just a drawing

(Part 2)

Older Simon Riley × fem reader(artist)

∆ Artist reader sees Ghost while he is patrolling her city and she wanna draw Ghost but he refuses ∆

Part 1 - part 3 - part4

...............🌻🌻🌻.................

I just thought that he looked like a great drawing reference... That rough aura... With a strong body... The look in his eyes is something I never saw before... So cold and alone... Interesting it was...

I wanted to capture that man on my canvas... I will use black and blue as a palette for him with a tiny string of red... It is gonna be amazing...

But! No matter how much I try, he refuses to let me draw him... The thing is he doesn't know me yet.. I never give up... Especially when it's something I wanna draw... I will try and try and try until it works.... Just perfect results are accepted...

.......

So for the next week, I stalked him.... He crosses this area every Saturday at 10 pm... Luckily I live here ... So I can easily see him every Saturday when he patrols the area...

He looks so grumpy... Wonder if he has other layers.. wonder if he has other colors under those dark basic colors...

Will he let me draw him?... How should I convince a scary soldier to let me draw him?...

........

"don't you give up!..." Ghost said with an annoyed tone... He is so done with this little college girl who is after him...

She doesn't answer and pretends to be behind the tree...

"you know I can see you right?... Do you call that a hiding spot?..."

She sighs tiredly and moves away from behind the tree...

"I just wanna talk to you sir" said so innocently like she wasn't stalking him for the last week like a prey...

"really?.. so you stalk me from behind the trees..." He isn't even surprised... He now is sure that this girl is out of her mind...

"no no... I was just taking a little peak.. not stalking or anything..."

He can't understand that girl at all... Is she even okay?!... Why is she so consisting on drawing him when he refused her many times?...

(is it really just a drawing?!)

Ghost can't stop but think that this girl is suspicious... He doesn't trust her consist...

"why are you looking at me like that?" She is looking at him like a creeped rabbit in headlights...

"what?" He says confused at her looks ...

"like a wolf..." She says quietly with a calm look of some fear... She is in her own little world now.. imagining other stuff...

"huh?.. bloody hell.. you crazy?... You really have a problem.."

She chuckles and looks up at him... Her gaze going through his soul not just his gaze... She is really analyzing him ...

"just get lost.. little girl" he snarls at her... Trying to be more rude so she gets away from him...

"you think I will give up with just that?... Iam not that easy lieutenant..."

"what do you want?..." huffing with cold tired heart... He wanna get straight to the point now .. he doesn't have time to chat especially with this weird girl...

She didn't expect him to ask her that and she thinks a bit...

"will you come with me to somewhere..."

"do you think iam easy too?... Why will I go with you anywhere?..."

She smiles a bit and leans her head to the side slightly ... "Do you think I can hurt you, lieutenant?..." Said so calmly with a gentle tone ....

He stays silent for a few moments... Just looking at her... He doesn't get her at all...

"fine... I can squash you if you ever tried anything funny anyway.."

She feels a bit shocked at the way he speaks... But she pays no mind and laughs it off....

........

And after ten minutes... They were both in her car... She is driving... And he is sitting on the passenger seat beside her... He doesn't fit at all beside her... With her small pink car... And her calm oblivious aura... He looks out of place...

"where are we going?.."

"don't worry.. I won't eat you..."

He gives her a side eye... He knows for sure whom can truly eat the other ...

"brave little minx ..."

"well I understand little minx.. but brave?.. me?..."

"you are more stupid than brave..."

"ugh.. can't you be nice for a moment..."

"no..."

She shakes her head a bit... And she stays silent for the rest of the road...

...........

They reach the sea and he feels a bit confused that she brought him here...

This city has a beautiful sea, that's what he heard but he never came to see it... And it's indeed pretty... The sea water are so blue like the sky... The shore's sand is a bit dark colored but still matches the sea so much.... With a nice breeze... So refreshing and smells like salty water... That special aroma...

He just stands beside the car not moving a muscle... And she takes off her shoes and walks on the sand softly like walking on sharp glass...

She then stops midway and looks back at him... Giving him a look of inviting ...

"what?" He says

"what!" She says back

"aren't you coming?... Are you gonna just stand there like a statue?..."

He feels a bit offended and steps on the sand...

"aren't you taking off your boots?... It will fill up with sand.."

He doesn't answer her and she gives up and just walks with him closer to the sea .... Then she sits down in front of the sea... And he just sits beside her ...

"so?.. just brought me here to look at the water!..."

"oh .. sorry to disappoint you sir ... Did you expect more?..." Says softly with a smirk that annoyed him so much....

He just glares at her... She is really weird he thinks...

She looks ahead of her... Listening to the soft waves hit the shore...

"when I was young, my parents had a divorce... At that time I thought that I could fix it... But I was just a kid ..."

He didn't say anything for a few moments...

"why are you telling me that?..."

"maybe I just wanna bribe you... To let me draw you"

He smiles a little behind his balaclava and doesn't say anything back for a nother minute...

"what did you do then?..."

She feels a bit relieved that he chooses not to be rude...

"I just cried... I couldn't imagine my life alone... Without mom and dad ..."

"alone?... Didn't they just get a divorce?.."

"yeah.. but they both didn't want me anymore... They wanted to start new lives ..."

"hmm..." That was his answer... He doesn't know what to say in these situations at all...

She laughs and nudges him...

"it was long ago... It doesn't affect me like it did before..."

He frowns and didn't say anything... And they just sit silently, looking at the sea...

"I still won't let you draw me.."

"come onnnn... I told you something sensitive about me .."

"well I didn't ask you to tell me... You forced me to hear you..."

"forced you?... You are so Stony.."

He chuckles a bit and stops immediately so she won't hear it... "Stony!... That's the weirdest thing I have ever heard..."

She heard him chuckle quietly and she decides not to mention it...

"come on .. just one portrait of you... Just one .."

"no"

"ughhh... Evil..."

"and you are a little baby ..."

.....

"so you will come again?.."

"come where?.." he acts dump...

She looks so done with how annoying he is...

"to here... The sea... It's my calming place..." She sighs and looks at him...

"so?.. you will?.." she want him to accept so bad... She wanna come here again with him... Maybe that will convince him to let her do a portrait of him...

"without a portrait?..." He breaks all her hopes..

"okay.. just for now..." She had to agree for now... She wanna know that set of colors and complicated emotions for now... For her portrait of course...

"fine ... Maybe another time here won't be a problem..."

"deal!..."says happily and she smiles a bit smile and looks back at the sea.... She can't believe he agreed... Maybe he is indeed easy...

The sun setting down over the sea... The sky isn't totally blue now... It has some orange and a bit splashes of pink...

[l0serloki]

Recordings for Later

Gamer!Ajax x Reader

Genre : Smut

WC : 1K

Summary : Childe got a new computer camera and you can’t help but keep thinking about it..

CW  : fem!reader, exhibitionism (filming), degrading, breeding kink, spit, slight praise kink, teasing/orgasm denial, fingering, uhh rough & unprotected sex

A/N : Here’s another gamer!tartag fanfic because trog!childe stays winning. (rise up fellow troglodytes who don’t touch grass.) If you want to read the other one, here it is. Also, you know 100% he would watch these back and jerk off.

Your boyfriend Childe gamed a lot. You didn’t mind it, sometimes joining him in the games he liked. He had spent quite the fortune turning the extra bedroom into your alls gaming room. It was quite impressive. He had recently gotten a desk camera to stream for his buddies while they were eating or chilling on discord. It was a normal camera, yet it had piqued your attention. 

You felt dirty, the nasty thoughts filling your mind whenever you entered the room. You couldn’t help but wish he would turn that damn camera on and record the two of you.. You knew he would but it was more about just finding the right time. 

You sat on the couch behind him, watching him play. 

“Zhongli, are you old?! It’s right there!” Childe threw his hands up, mad about the game. You could only laugh at the sight before you. You could feel your mind wander to the idea from earlier. This would be a perfect time. 

Slowly, you got up, hand wandering down the man’s chest.

“Baby, when are you going to be done with this game?” Your eyebrow cocked, hand trailing circles into his flesh.

His face grew red, hand gripping at your wrist. 

“Shouldn’t be even two minutes. Stand there.” His voice was stern, making you even more excited. You nodded at his words, hands trailing against his strong shoulders.

“Gotta go! I’ll talk to you all later!” Childe ended the call, eyes wandering over your figure. He stood up abruptly, breath fanning against your face.

“Is someone horny? You want me to fuck you against the sofa again?” His lips dusted across your jawline, reaching down your neck. You moaned into him as he bit down on your pulse point.

“I-I want to try something new.” You spoke up, his cerulean hues meeting yours.

“Do you now? What is it then, princess?” You felt his rough hands trail under your shirt, fingertips digging into your waist.

“Can we maybe use the camera? Like just record it for us..” You felt yourself grow warm, eyes turning away from him. His grip on your jaw forced you to meet his eyes again, a devious look looming in them.

“You want me to film us fucking?” He questioned again and you only nodded, eyes attempting to look at anything but him. 

“God, okay. Go sit on the sofa and strip. Leave your legs wide for me.” Childe went over to his desk to set up the camera, leaving you to your own devices. You did as you were told, pulling away at the fabric confining you.

You pushed your legs apart, arousal dripping down as your boyfriend turned. His groans filled the air as he pawed at the tent in his pants. 

“Look at you baby, fuck. So wet for me. I’m going to ruin you.” You could only moan as his hands gripped your thighs, hard.

“Show your pretty little pussy to the camera, baby. Show them how good it is for me before I mold you to my cock.” 

You spread your legs as wide as they could go, head thrown completely back. Ajax’s deft fingers worked in and out of your sopping hole, getting you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

His pace got faster, his fingers rapidly fucking you. He didn’t even give you a moment to think. You felt yourself getting so close.

“Gonna cum, baby! Gonna cum for you!” You breathed out, the string in your stomach about to snap.

He suddenly moved his fingers away, ruining your orgasm. You moaned in defeat, pissed that the euphoria was taken away from you.

Childe’s finger worked itself into your mouth, your own arousal swirling around. “Shh, I know you’re mad. But I wanted you to cum on my cock. Need to fill you full, okay?” You could only plead, moans getting louder at the lack of friction. 

“Okay, okay. Get on all fours and look at the camera for me.”

You got into position, Childe’s hand finding it’s way to your hair. His grip went hard, pulling your face as far up as possible. 

“Stick your tongue out like the whore you are.” He commanded, your tongue stuck out for the cold air. His face got close before he spat directly into your mouth. “Swallow, slut.” You took the spit down your throat, tongue prodding back out to show him. 

“Such a good girl. Go ahead and look at that camera while I give you your reward, okay?” 

You could finally breathe a sigh of relief as you felt his dick tip run across your folds. He continued teasing for a minute before you grew tired.

“Baby, please. I can’t take the teasing anymore. Fuck me!” You begged, his hand yanking at your scalp.

“Fine. Remember you asked for it though.” 

His cock rammed into you, barely giving you seconds to adjust. The pace he set was brutal, pummeling you into the sofa. You could feel the same tightness from earlier easing back.

“I can feel your wet little cunt squeezing me. Are you already going to cum?” Childe’s hand on your waist smacked lightly, making you jump. Your eyes rolled back as he got faster, pushing you to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum! ‘M gonna cum all over your cock.” You screamed as you gripped the plush pillows, finally hitting your high. 

Childe’s thrusts got sloppy, cumming soon after you. “Gonna fill you up, pretty girl. All mine.” You could only sigh at the prolonged pleasure, his hot seed spilling into you.

“God, I should’ve bought this camera sooner. Maybe next time I’ll take photos while I’m filling up your slutty little cunt. It would make a nice screensaver, don't ya’ think?”