#PLEASE break up the red a little bit. how close the gloves and the coat are in color w/out being the SAME bothers me so i fixed that too

[celestialseamysteries]

im hyperfixating on the ffvii compilation again, so have a ref sheet of genesis i drew a few years back (with my own tweaks as well as some design influence from the cosplay done by @vizquiche on t*ktok)

[image description: messily colored digital sketches of Genesis Rhapsodos: a thin, pale man with auburn hair. Next to the blobs indicating the colors used, in the bottom right are three headshots labeled "1st class", "degrading", and "post-DoC". 1st Class Genesis has his hair cropped to his chin and a simple but flashy earring dangling from his left ear. He wears a slight but confident smirk.

Degrading Genesis has a sickly pallor, only emphasizing the shadows under his eyes and the flush across his cheeks and nose. His hair is slightly longer and turning white. He also has a feather--black fading to white--tied into his hair. He wears a grim expression.

Lastly, post-Dirge of Cerberus Genesis has regained his healthy coloring. His hair is significantly longer and tied back, with only the hair framing his face remaining short. He has gold markings trailing down his cheeks, and a brighter, redder feather tied into his hair. His expression remains unchanged from when he was degrading, but the lack of eye bags make him look more determined than angry.

One the left of the image is a full-body drawing of post-Dirge of Cerberus Genesis. He has a feathery black wing on his left side. The cuffs on the sleeves of his coat are now white, and his gloves are now a red/black split. The heels on his boots are slightly higher, and he is wearing dog tags, as well as an amber necklace.

Next to the full-body are some earring and eye close-ups. His right earring is, as mentioned previously, a dangly white crystal earring; his left earring is a silver feather with an amber drop. His eyes are more green in color than in canon. /end id.]

[politemenacephd]

A Winter Stroll

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (ft. baby Gabriella)

Short AU where you and Miguel take your baby Gabi for a stroll in the park while its cold. Pure romantic fluff.

Word count: 1992

‘Hey, are you sure she’s covered?’

You glanced up and watched your breath turn to smoke in the air, its haze obscuring the face now glancing down at you from above. You watched it dissipate.

Miguel was staring down at you, his gloved hands manically rubbing against each other as he tried to warm them up.

‘Hmm? You mean Gabi?’

You turned from your beloved partner to what you'd been pushing; a clean, padded purple stroller that you’d only just bought, currently carrying the most precious cargo in the world to you both.

Little Gabi peeked out from beneath her coverings, her big brown eyes blinking against the cold. You instinctively bent down to check on her.

‘Hey, baby girl. You okay?’

You’d decided to take a small break and go on a walk in the local park, just something to get Miguel out and about. He was usually so restless but since Gabi was born he’d been nearly bed bound, utterly fixed to her side. His favourite thing was to spoon you beneath the sheets in your shared bed while facing Gabi’s crib, watching the mobile spin as she gurgled and cooed, holding you all in his grip and never letting go. If he had the chance he’d do that until the end of time.

But you insisted he at least get some movement into his day, and so he’d agreed to this short stroll, not realizing just how chilly it still was.

It was the kind of cold you could smell. When you breathed in through the nose it stung just a little, and all you could really scent was the ice on the grass.

Because of this the park was almost empty, spare for one woman and her dog in the distance, and the trees were bare and dark. The sky was empty and blue, like a still ocean in a timeless void. The world had been coated in a kind of dull, muted sheen, a dreamlike dullness.

Everything was still, quiet, sleeping. The grass crunched underfoot, and your shoes made little echoing clacks on the hard pavement when you walked across it. There was no sound but the single chirping of a robin somewhere nearby.

It was serene, to you, but to Miguel it was a little bit terrifying.

‘Gabi’s fine’ you insisted, gently reaching down to show her. She was utterly bundled in blankets and was wearing her oversized little parka onesie in his favourite shade of purple, and the only thing you could see was her little nose and her big eyes. She was blinking slowly, too young to really see but too curious to sleep.

Miguel curled his lip, his brows knotting against his will. ‘Mm- let me, just, check her again, please? Mi tesoro?’

‘Oh Miggy, you—okay, okay. You check her all you want.’

You graciously stepped aside for him to bend over, and he did, though not before giving your cold nose a quick kiss. You giggled at his insistence.

The moment he got close to Gabi his face lit up. Those old, worn, tired lines seemed to melt away in her presence. He looked so much younger.

With her father now in her line of sight Gabi’s eyes suddenly locked on. She focused in on his face and warbled softly.

‘Hola, mi amor’ he whispered. Gabi garbled a little louder in response.

When he smiled his breath condensed around his bared fangs, a soft white mist that highlighted the pearly sheen of his teeth. You saw the little wrinkles by his eyes when he smiled, the sign of a man who was gleefully exhausted.

‘Ah, mi bebita. ¿Tienes frío?’

Gabi gurgled beneath her pile of blankets. She managed to get one tiny fist free but Miguel immediately tucked it back in, though he did pause to admire how small it looked in his own enormous hand. Her little fist barely covered his thumb.

‘Sweetheart, she can’t talk yet’ you gently reminded him. You bent until you were at the same height, gently easing him away from the object of his obsession. His eyes were wide beneath the stray locks of his hair, big and soft and red.

‘I- I know, that, but—’

‘Mhm. You always say you know, and yet, you just keep doing it.’ You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, and despite his awkwardness he smiled back.

‘I just want to be sure she’s okay’ he whispered. With your smile still straining your cheeks you gently bumped your temple against his.

‘I know. But you know I want that too, right?’

‘Of course, mi tesoro! I wasn’t suggesting otherwise.’

‘Mhm. I know, but, consider, that constantly asking if she’s warm enough, it—’

You held out your hand to prompt him, and he begrudgingly shrugged. ‘It- sounds like I don’t trust you to do a good enough job.’

‘There you go. You know you’re very smart, you should be a scientist maybe. Have you thought about that?’

‘Aha, funny. Diablilla.’

You giggled as he gently clacked his fangs on your cheek.

‘You wanna keep going? We can turn back if you really want, in all honesty I don’t want to freak you out’ you said.

Miguel shook his head. ‘No, no, you’re right. She’s fine. You know best, as always.’

‘Oh my god- you big suck up’ you teasingly chided.

‘Mhm. Happily. The most beautiful creature in the world’ he said, his finger lightly brushing your cheek. You snorted in reply.

‘I don’t know about that. My- nose is running into my scarf, and my hair—’

Your list of complaints was stifled as Miguel put a single finger to your lips, smooshing them shut. With his gaze fixed on your's he then gently pulled up his sleeve and wiped your nose clean.

‘Beautiful’ he repeated, without a shadow of doubt or hesitation.

Despite the cold, you felt your body burning up.

‘Alright, you—come on, let’s go’ you said, trying to cover how coy you’d suddenly gotten. Miguel hid his smug smile at having very much already noticed it.

With his fears now quelled you both pulled back and continued walking, with your hands on the stroller and Miguel’s arm around your waist. He squeezed you tight to his side. Your head was squished against his pec beneath his jacket, and the woven material was soft against your cold skin. You relished the feeling.

‘Do you think it’s likely to snow soon?’ Miguel asked as you rounded the corner to the pond. You noticed that a light sheen of ice was covering the water.

‘Mm- if I had to give an educated guess… Probably?’ You hunched both shoulders as you weight the option with both hands.

‘Mm. I can’t wait till she’s older. It’ll be so nice to take her out when she can enjoy the snow’ Miguel said with a dreamy sigh.

‘Oh my god- I’m sorry, did you just said you can’t wait till she’s older?’

Your scoffing drew Miguel’s eyes back to you. He looked surprised. ‘Hm? Yes. Why, is that, strange?’ he asked.

‘For you? The man who almost cried when she didn’t fit into her very first onesie, the one she was put into when she was born? Yeah, it’s strange.’

‘Hey, don’t be mean. That’s different’ he insisted.

‘No, no it's not. You’re going to lament her getting older at every turn.’

‘Well- that's natural, isn't it? She’s just so- small’ he objected, trying his best to seem stoic while clearly whining. You felt his claws coming out as he squeezed you a little closer. ‘She’s my baby.'

‘And she’ll be your baby whether she’s one month old, or one year old, or thirty years old, or- god, eighty years old, you big soppy idiot’ you lightly teased, raising one hand to grab his thickset jaw. You squished his cheeks with your thumb and fingers and shook him until he chuckled.

‘Okay. Okay. Point taken. But I mean it, it’ll be nice to see if she enjoys the snow’ Miguel said.’

‘Oh it’ll be great. I bet she’ll be a real wild card, I think she’ll like snowball fights. She’ll beat our asses some day.’

‘You think so?’

‘Oh I KNOW so, she’s her father’s daughter. A menace.’

‘Menace? No, not my bebita, she’s itty bitty’ Miguel insisted. You just kept giggling.

‘Mm, no, nope, no, menace. Little menace.’

You bent and gently waved your fingers on Gabi’s cheeks as she cooed, a sound that never failed to melt your heart.

‘Menace’ you repeated affectionately. ‘Our little menace.’

For a little while longer you enjoyed the cold in peace and quiet. You were comfortable being quiet with Mig, or by letting your actions speak for you. Every little bump of your head into his bicep, every squeeze of his hand, each time he silently checked if your nose was close and subsequently kissed it. That was all enough.

But as you rounded towards the end of your walk, that silence ended.

‘Hey, I uh—’

Miguel coughed to catch your attention, drawing you to look at him again. He was avoiding your gaze now, which you found a little odd, with his free hand gently rubbing his jaw.

‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Of course, beautiful man. You go right ahead.’

You returned to watching the pathway ahead as you waited for Miguel to speak. He coughed a second time to pluck up his courage, a sight that was strange for such an imposing man.

‘Ah- can—can we have another one?’ he whispered.

You almost tripped over your own feet in shock.

‘Ah, shit— sweetheart, are you okay?!’ Miguel moved fast to stabilize you that his claws expanded. You shot him an incredulous look.

‘Mig- Miguel, she is three months old!’ you hissed. ‘What do you mean another one?!’

‘I just meant, you’re- you make such beautiful babies’ he whispered, his voice as low as possible while remaining just as intense as if he’d shouted. You felt your whole body tingle at the unexpected softness.

‘And Gabi looks so lonely, you know, she—’ Miguel was stumbling on his words as you put your hands to your hips. ‘You just- beautiful babies, really, just the most- beautiful. She's so perfect. And she looks lonely.’

‘My god, what a compelling argument’ you said drolly, though you could feel yourself already smiling. ‘I don’t know though, it’s been a while. You might be out of practise for making more.’

You savoured the little spark in his eyes, the gleam of red that brightened his gaze. It was an intrinsic curiosity, a deep-rooted hunger for one specific thing.

‘Mhm. Mhm. Well- I’d, have to prove you otherwise then, wouldn’t I?’ he whispered back. You hated how quickly you melted at his husky voice.

‘You would’ you said, leaning in closer. You held him there, with those narrowed eyes and that eager smile, before bringing him down with a gently clap to the chest. ‘You would, if we didn’t have a literal newborn.’

‘Oh, mi tesoro—’

‘Come on dummy, let’s get home’ you said, your voice firm even though you were still smiling. ‘If she falls asleep when we get in, I might be able to make time for a quick shower. You know, to get warm again.’

The way Miguel arched his neck the moment you said ‘shower’ never failed to amuse you. He certainly looked extra large beneath all that padded clothing.

‘Mm… Okay. Deal.’

To your surprise, Miguel then quickly swooped the stroller out of your hands and began pushing Gabi home, all while cooing at her over the rim.

‘Shh, you’re feeling sleepy, aren’t you bebita? ¿Estás cansada? ¿Si?’

As Miguel resorted to singing lullabies you were forced to jog slightly to catch up with him, your panted breath billowing clouds of smoke around your flustered face.

Sadly, while Miguel did get that shower, you were both too cold to indulge in anything but huddling together like sad penguins, and jealously hogging the water as much as you could.

[happybird16]

How do you think Levi would react to coming home to find his pregnant wife cleaning the cat liter box?

That's yuck as it is but is especially not good for pregnant women due to the risk of a parasite that can be spread associated with kitty box duty.

Levi finds you cleaning and even though you're wearing a mask and gloves like is suggested is horrified to find you doing it at all.

You tell him you know he's had a hard day and know he doesn't like to do it and are technically being safe and wanted to finish it before he came home. What's he do?!

Sorry for the late response! This ended up being about the cat way too much lol. Here’s a 2.6k-ish word drabble!

Warnings: pregnancy mention, animal feces mention, some drama, brief mention of a possible miscarriage, otherwise very sfw and Levi is very sweet!

“Do you have to watch?” The question is a bit muffled, lips brushing against the soft cloth of your mask.

Sharp green eyes only blink slowly in response, an ear flicking. The cat always watches you, sitting nearby on an old table you’d moved down to the basement years ago. She seems almost proud, observing you clean up her mess. Like a queen, watching a peasant break their back in order to please her.

You had found her outside during a rainstorm, mewling softly below the patio. It’d taken some effort, crawling frantically through the dense underbrush in an attempt to reach the source of the desperate pleas. Sharp thorns biting into your skin and cold mud bleeding through your clothes, you clawed and clawed through the roses blocking the small cavern beneath. Heart beating loud in your ears, your pulse so frantic you could feel it in your throat, but finally there she was. A tiny mess of black wet fur, barely big enough to fill your hand. Abandoned, shivering from the rain, bright green eyes desperate for help.

“What did you do?” Your husband had asked, nose curling up at your bedraggled form. No doubt unhappy at the muddy footprints tailing through the entryway, or the small spots of red bleeding through your clothes. “You're filthy.”

Levi had protested the moment he’d spotted her, curled up protectively in your arms. “No. We don’t need a pet,” he’d said, crossing his arms in the middle of the kitchen. Eyes hard, his shoulders tense as if preparing to weather a storm. “They’re just a mess,” he’d said, backing away a bit as you approached, mewling mass in hand. “No. No no no.”

The very moment she was in his arms, burrowing into the warmth of his chest and staining his shirt as he thoughtlessly held her close, you’d won. “Oh,” the sound was so soft, almost a disbelieving coo. It seemed to take all the breath from his lungs, silvery eyes becoming soft and weak. “Hi, kitten.”

“Alright,” he’d acquiesced, using one finger to smooth out the wet fur on the very top of her little head. From his facial expression, it almost seems as though the shivering, no doubt starving little beast had somehow wounded him.

You think, in that moment, you’d somehow, impossibly, had a brief glimpse into the future. Or maybe it was a vivid daydream, brought on by the soft, wounded awe on his face. A vision of Levi holding a newborn, their head coated in a thick tuft of black hair. The same, almost fearful wonder filling his features as he cradles the small child to his chest.

“But you're cleaning up after it.” And of course, as always, Levi goes and ruins the moment with his mouth.

Despite his intention, Levi had immediately become attached to the little beast. He’d never had a pet growing up, didn’t know how to handle having something so foreign in the house. A creature that, despite a language and species barrier, seemed to understand him and find comfort in his presence. A constant companion, lovingly wedging itself between you in the bed and taking up as much space as possible.

It was almost cute, the way Levi had immediately done all sorts of research, determining which plants were dangerous and which cleaning products were no longer viable. Whether she was old enough to be off of milk or which foods would be best for a growing kitten. Those first few weeks, your husband often came home with armfuls of toys, treats, and cans of wet cat food.

You almost laughed the first time you’d found him dozing on the couch, a quickly growing mass of black fur purring softly on his chest. Despite his desire to not become attached, the black spot never seemed to leave his side. She’s his cat, even to this day.

She's only grown larger in the passing years, now a full grown adult. Her chest wide, tail long and fluffy, finally growing into her giant paws only a few years ago.

Now she sits, her chest puffed out proud and regal, long fur perfectly brushed by your husband on a near daily basis. Years from now, will you feel the same about your own child? That your years together have passed far too quickly, time disappearing in the blink of an eye.

It’s odd to think that the future you saw, all those years ago, is now only a handful of weeks out. Your belly is growing heavier and rounder by the day.

Gripping the scoop in your gloved hand, you dig at a relatively fresh spot of wet litter, the clay dark and lumpy. Ammonia fills your senses, strong enough to almost make your eyes water. Curling up your nose, you deposit the mess into a small plastic bag. “You're a menace, you know that Sweetheart?”

It’s not her name, but she has so many cute little nicknames at this point you aren’t sure she’d respond to her actual title. Both you and your husband seem to refer to her by anything but.

“Mmrph.” She responds, humming an odd chirp.

There’s a large smattering of grey clay dusted all around the box, somehow spraying almost a foot from the edge of the plastic. “Why do you always kick up so much litter?”

The smell of the next scoop almost makes you gag. “It’s no wonder Daddy insists on coming down here every day.” You can’t even imagine letting this fester for a week, much less longer.

It’s a new habit you're trying to build, referring to Levi in such a way. Even now, sitting all alone except for a furry companion, the moniker makes your heart do somersaults. Something squeezes in your chest, butterflies filling your stomach and emotion welling up in your throat far too easily.

Other than this, the basement is pretty much storage. Boxes upon boxes of little knickknacks and photo albums. Stack of old books from college days, both yours and his. A quickly growing pile of furniture, as Levi clears out his office to make room for the newborn.

There's a series of round brownish spots splayed out in almost a spray, staining the cement floor in the far corner of the room. “You threw up, too?”

“Mrrrah.”

“Making even more work for Mama, huh?” That’s a new term as well, something a bit more difficult to get used to.

“Mhmmrp.”

“You're awfully chatty today, huh princess? Do you like to watch…”

“What do you think you're doing?” Levi startles you, his deep voice cutting you off mid sentence. Heart racing from the small jolt, you turn to watch him speak from the top step. The stairs creak and groan, though still much quieter than you could ever hope to achieve, in his descent.

He looks so handsome in his white button up and dress pants. The sleeves carefully folded up to expose his toned forearms and bulging veins. Levi may hate wearing a ‘monkey suit’ to the office everyday, but damn if he doesn’t make it look good.

“Levi! Your home early!” You call, putting the litter scoop down with a soft clack.

The cat jumps, abandoning the table and quickly crossing the basement to greet him. Stretching, she puts her paws up on his knee so Levi can lean down and pat her head. “Hey there, kitten,” he greets right back.

It’s funny that he still calls her that, even after all this time. She’s far from a kitten now.

Pulling down your mask, you walk -not quite waddling, though it’s closer than you’d like to admit- over to greet your husband at the bottom of the stairs.

“Why are you down here? I heard noises.” Levi’s gaze bounces from your face to access the room, trailing to the box you’d just abandoned.

Heat floods your face, dusting along your cheeks and the tips of your ears. “I was just talking to myself.”

“I know you were talking to the cat, you do that all the time.” Obviously, you knew he knew, but it feels embarrassing to hear out loud. The cat has such an intelligent, knowing, look in her eyes and is so responsive, you really can’t help but chatter back and forth. Sometimes you even attempt to mimic the odd chirps right back at her.

”That wasn’t what I was talking about,” Levi continues, his voice suddenly firm. “You shouldn’t be down here, it’s not good for you.”

“It wasn’t too hard for me to get down the steps,” you sooth thoughtlessly, waving a hand in the air as if to say ‘no big deal’.

An understatement if there ever was one. Truthfully, it was a bit difficult to navigate down the old creaky steps, trying to see your feet around your growing belly. The added awkward weight certainly didn’t help, making you feel constantly off balance.

You feel so useless, this far into your pregnancy. On leave from work, all you can do is sit around at home and wait. Wait for the laundry to get done, wait for the next episode of your current favorite show to air. Wait for the next meal to fill your stomach, constantly gnawing at your insides no matter how much you snack. Wait for Levi to come home from his long shifts at the office, hopefully for his next free day to spend together. Wait for the day that your water breaks, followed by a subsequent rush to the hospital.

It’s only been two weeks and you already feel like clawing your eyes out, every muscle in your body screaming to move move move. Your brain is begging you to do something, anything.

“No. I told you before that cat litter is dangerous for pregnant women.”

Oh. “But…I was wearing a mask,” you start, lip quivering as your husband's gaze doesn’t get any less stern. “…and gloves,” you hold your wrists up showing the latex encasing the digits.

Levi only clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “ I told you not to. That was a bad idea in your condition.”

“But…you always complain about doing the litter…and…,” you trail off, cut short by the serious look on his face.

“The ammonia could be bad for you,” Levi explains, “and there’s that nasty parasite that can cause miscarriages.” Even though the cat doesn’t set paw outside, Levi still worries endlessly at the possibility. “Plus, you shouldn’t be hunched over like that anyways.”

Just like when you’d found the kitten, he’d immediately started researching the moment you’d tested positive. Buying tons of little advice books and glaring into his phone during bouts of frantic googling. During your doctor's appointments, the man always comes prepared with a whole list of questions, using terminology far beyond what you care to understand.

Hormones raging, tears build up along the corners of your eyes. These days it feels like you're always on the verge of something, be it unfettered rage or a long hard sob. You can already feel your throat tightening, filling with the sour emotion. “Don’t be mad! Please!”

Levi’s never been mad at you before. In all your years together you’ve never fought once, not even a tiny little squabble. But for some reason, right now, with your mind filled with such odd frantic upset, you obsess over it. You’ve heard him yell before, only ever at strangers and Hange, but now you imagine it aimed at you. The shadow of his voice loud, angry, echoing in your ears in unfiltered rage.

You’ve waited so long for this. Struggled and hoped, trying again and again, Levi at your side, for the day you’d welcome a new life into your home. And now you're ruining it with your carelessness. His imagined disappointment weighs heavily on your shoulders, only making the emotion in your throat tighter. A large ball that you struggle to swallow around, barely managing to keep a sob from bleeding through.

“Shh. Shh. Come here.” Hand soothing along your back, Levi pulls your hip to rest right against his own. “I’m not mad.”

“You just do so much!” On top of everything he already does, the man is even putting in extra hours at the office while you're on leave, attempting to help smooth out the gap left by your reduced pay. Hospital bills approach, after all. “You work so hard and I spend all day doing nothing! I just wanted to do something little to help out.”

“You don-,” Levi starts, but you interrupt, voice cracking with emotion.

“I’m sorry-,“ there’s a rough, wet hiccup that you couldn’t stop. “I’m sorry-,” a full on sob finally escapes your throat. “I just feel so useless lazing around every day.” You haven’t even been out of your pajamas for a week, simply switching to a new pair in lieu of your ill fitting day clothes.

Sensing your worry, the cat brushes against your leg. Soft fur brushing against the leg of your pajama pants, rumbling calmly as she purrs to comfort you. It does, but only a little.

“No no no.” Levi pulls you into a tight hug, swaying you gently and pressing a quick kiss into your hair. Wetting his crisp white shirt, your cry into the fabric, shoulders shaking. Mouth suddenly, somehow, feeling both too wet and too dry, your running nose only adds to the stain.

“Hey, hey. Look at me love.” Pulling you back from the hug, you blink hard to clear away the blurry wetness and meet his gaze.

Fingers smooth along your cheeks, clearing away the tear lines with soft strokes. “You're not just lazing around, you're growing a new life. Our daughter is growing right here.” Levi’s free hand smooths along your stomach, a wide circle against your rounded skin. “You're doing more than enough.”

“But…”

“But nothing. You don’t have to do anything else.” With the soft words, Levi pulls you back into the embrace. It’s a little funny, how the both of you have to bend in order to hug now, your growing belly pressed against his flat one.

Fingers drum into your shoulders. “You do so much to help me out every day that you don’t even realize. Let me handle little things like this, just for now,” Levi states, calm tone and patient.

“O…okay.” It’s amazing how, with just a few soft words, Levi’s managed to ease your upset. Maybe that’s part of the inconsistent waves of hormones too, you think.

“I brought home dinner…and more pickles,” Levi spits the last word out, his face twisting up in a dramatic display of distaste.

Despite loving vinegar as a cleaning product, Levi absolutely abhors the taste. Still, he endeavors to suffer through your cravings with you, tasting all of your odd concoctions, day after day, and complaining the entire time. He’s always so overdramatic about it, just last week scrunching his face up tight and almost spitting at the mix of pickles and peanut butter. The memory brings a small smile to your lips.

“Thanks…”

Said dinner is no doubt healthy, carefully picked out for your dietary needs. Levi’s far more strict about it then you’d care to be. After all, you sorely miss night time chats over steaming cups of tea. A little caffeine couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Go wash your hands. I’ll finish up here,” Levi starts, eyeing the spot of vomit in the corner.

Turning towards the steps, Levi stops you with a firm grip on your wrist. “Remember, we’re a team. We’re in this together. Don’t ever stress about not doing enough.”

“Mrrph.” The cat chimes in, already mounting the steps in your stead, silent despite the old wood.

“See,” Levi starts, nodding his head towards the feline. “Rose agrees. We’re a family, we take care of each other.”

[themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy]

🎁 poly!marauders taking you on a date <33

Happy Holidays! Please enjoy my winter celebration <3

🎁 presents under the tree - pick a character and a scenario, and I’ll write headcanons around it!

Yesyesyesyesyes

you’re all staying at James’s parents’ house for the holidays

and one day you’re getting just a bit restless

because you’ve been sitting inside by the fire for 7 days straight

and it’s wonderful

but you gotta get some variety in there too!!

So you eventually decide to venture outside into the snow

everyone gets to pick an activity, it’s an all-day date

This goes probably exactly how you’d expect it to

“We’re not going skinny dipping, Pads, the lake is frozen.”

”Right, but if we break the ice and go underneath-”

“No!”

Remus wants to visit a little secondhand store in the town about a mile down the road from James’s manor

Normally you’d just apparate but a walk in the snow seemed fun!!

you got all bundled up in your winter coats and hats and scarves and gloves

Remus helped you get your scarf on bc your jacket was a bit too puffy and you couldn’t move your arms super well

and he wrapped it around your face!!

you kinda sputtered for a few seconds and tried to fight him off but all he did was chuckle at you :(

It‘s okay, James will save u!!

once you’re able to see and everyone is all bundled up you finally embark on your little hike

a snowball fight happens instantly

like embarrassingly fast

Remus hands you a snowball and gestures to Sirius who’s collecting cool little rocks and sticks

you nail him square in the middle of the back

“>:( HEY >:(”

“It wasn’t me!!” < you and remus in unison

the only reason Sirius knows it wasn’t James was because James was in front of him

the problem is, both you and Remus have snow on your gloves

sirius just gives you both a look like

>:((((((((

“You’re on thin ice.”

You do not point out that his plan for the day was to be on thin ice 

He turns around and James nails him in the faCE with a snowball

For a little while the fight is just ‘everyone see if we can cover Sirius in snow before he gets away from us’

He’s whining about his hair but there’s a big stupid smile on his face because you’re all surrounding him and patting him down with snow and he’s laughing so loud and it’s so hearty and his eyes are scrunched and everyone just takes a minute to appreciate each other’s presence and :((

he does get you back though

he dumps snow down James’s back, puts some in Remus’s hood and flips it up on his head, and rubs his snowy face all over yours 

You don’t regret starting the fight but you do feel bad for stepping into the little cafe in the village that James chose for his date idea dripping wet 

You get a little table by the window and right under a heater and Sirius gets pouty bc his hair is all staticky from the hot air

James goes to this little cafe sO much just because it’s so close to his house and the little old couple that own it know him

They come over and pinch his red cheeks and pester him about ‘introducing them to those partners he talks so much about’

He’s slowly letting his head fall to the table in embarrassment as you all tease him for bragging so much

you guys get your drinks on the house and the couple is constantly coming over to put more whipped cream on your coffees or more marshmallows on your hot chocolate

at one point you’re drinking your hot drink of choice and there’s whipped cream on the top and Remus gently tips the bottom of your drink up so that it gets all over ur nose

You want to get mad at him but you get a nose kiss out of it so you do not complain

when you’re finally finished with your drinks you guys stop over to the secondhand store next door

sirius immediately finds the ugliest sweater on the planet it is a terrible shade of yellow it has a Christmas tree on it and also a bunny and a few pom poms have been sewn on there and he’s like LMAO GUYS LOOK

remus takes it from him and buys it.

and he makes it look damn good.

james finds a cool watch that he ends up wearing every day from then on

its got the phases of the moon on it

Sirius ends up buying a hat that reminds him of his mum and he definitely uses it to dress up as her for Halloween one year

Like I said Remus gets that sweater but he also gets a bunch of other nice grandma-esque clothing and he styles it sO well

You find some cool pants and a jacket that sirius steals 24/7

since it was remus’s idea he pays and the total is not that high bc it’s a secondhand store and sirius is like d00d!! I’m gonna go broke from my idea!!

what is his idea you ask?

private horse and carriage ride through the countryside

you pretty much immediately silence yourselves from the driver of the carriage so that you can make silly little jokes and stupid observations without him hearing

its more mellow than you’d expect considering you’d just eradicated each other with snowballs after only 2 minutes of being unsupervised

Sirius has his head on Remus’s shoulder and you’ve got your head on James’s

You actually fall asleep and you wake up against James’s chest

its so warm and cozy and he’s carrying you through the snow and Remus and sirius are chatting while they walk beside you and they’re all speaking in such hushed tones and you’re blinking sleepily up at James and he’s cooing at you and shifting you so that you can rest more comfortably on his shoulder and :((

your portion of the date was seeing a play that was being put on in a little theater near the secondhand shop!!

james carries you in and you get settled in your seat and you’re sleepy but you’re staying awake because you’ll be damned if you’re paying good money for a ticket to a play that you don’t watch

sirius gets cheap crappy candy and passes it around and everyone’s got chocolate on their face and messy hair from the day’s events and Remus is still clutching the bag from the thrift store and you’re all broke but it’s the most fun you’ve had in so long

you probably do end up passing out right before the end of the play and James carries you out

you wake up in the middle of the night on a giant pile of blankets and pillows in the middle of James’s living room and his mum has left hot chocolate out for you and it’s perpetually warm

you just snuggle back into their warmth and drift off again

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[genshin-no-simp]

Diluc x Reader (Smut)

Pairing: Diluc x You/Reader (Female)

Sexual content under the cut.

The room was quiet, bar the occasional scratching of Diluc's pen against the paperwork he was filing through. You didn't feel like being alone while he worked and Diluc enjoyed your company, he found your presence rather soothing and he notices that he works quicker through the papers.

Expect today, when you came to him in that cute yet revealing dress. The straps held secure around your arms revealing your bare shoulder and a whole load of neck and cleavage. And to make matters worse or better depending on how you looked at it, you had styled your hair into an elegant bun, showing off all that delicious skin. And when his eyes trailed down that slim waist of yours he saw how much leg was on display, the dress was long at the back reaching mid calf and short at the front where it reached a little above your knees.

Diluc was tempted to decline your request to sit in his office, but you just looked to stunning not to have sitting pretty on the couch for him to observe. But there was so much work to do today and he was struggling to get through it. His eyes kept lifting to where you now sat, where they kept lingering on your shoulders and neck that has healed from his last claiming of you.

He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, did you do this on purpose? Wearing that dress, tying your hair up, exposing yourself to him. It's like you were begging him to claim you, mark you up. The more he thought about it the more honry he got. His eyebrows furrowed deeply now as he clutched his pen tighter just like how his pants seemed to have grown tighter. He looked back down and frustratingly scribbled on the sheets. That's when he heard you shuffle from your seat and to the bookcase.

You let out a gentle hum once you had returned the book you had just finished reading back to its original spot. You gazed among the many titles Diluc has collected over the years and pondered on what to read next. Your eyes stopped, fixated on a book that you had been looking for, for quite a while now, only problem was that it was out of your reach. But you didn't want to disrupt him so you reached up on your tip toes. But you were still no where near being able to reach it but you weren't about to give up. Grabbing a hold of one of the shelves with your left hand and leaning up on one foot, which gave you more height you reached higher with your right hand but yet it was still just out of reach.

Diluc smirked to himself as he watched you struggle to reach the book. You could always ask him instead of struggling but he found it cute watching you try yourself. He couldn't help but want to tease you just like you were doing to him regardless if it was accidental or not. Stealthily he removed himself from his desk and over to you where he pressed his chest against your back.

You hadn't heard him move, so once you felt his body flush against yours, you jumped in fright. Leaning your head forward you let out a deep breath.

"Darling you scared me." Once you regained your composure you tilted your head to the side to look back at him.

Diluc chuckled deeply, "my apologies sweetheart. I just wanted to help, seems your struggling to reach a book." His mouth was so close to your ear you could feel his hot breath fan against it.

Shivers shot down your spine as your cheeks flushed red, you could feel a warm tingling sensation bubble deep down inside you.

"O-oh yes," you looked away from him turning your attention back toward the book you had set your sights on, "it's this one." You used your pointer finger to direct him to the book you were after.

Diluc hummed softly as he pushed further against you. Your bit your lip to hold back a soft groan of pleasure. It wasn't fair, he felt so hot and enticing and the way his firm chest felt against your back pushing you up against the bookcase was getting you all hot and bothered. You were quickly forgetting all about the book you sought after.

"This one?" His lips grazed against your ear which brought you back to your senses.

"H-huh?" You blinked rapidly bringing yourself back down to earth.

Diluc smirked before calming replying, he was enjoying how easily he was affecting you right now, "the book, was it this one?" He purposely pointed to the wrong book his lips trailing from your lips to your neck. Where he placed light kisses.

You shook your head, "no it was this one," your voice came out a bit shakey as you once again showed him the book that was two books to the left of the one he was at.

"Ah yes, this one," he sarcastically teased as he once again took a hold of the wrong book.

You were getting frustrated with him, sexually and mentally, "no this one, this one." You leaned up even further, your finger just grazing the spine of the red designed book.

"Oh this one hm?" Diluc smirked. Using his left hand he placed it on your hip while the other had trailed along your forearm where he grabbed your wrist. Then without warning his left his leg pushed between yours and upwards. You moaned feeling his knee push against your womanhood so suddenly. He pushed you higher up, like this you could finally reach the book. And that's when you could feel it. You could feel how hard he was right now. And the question was, what do you want more?

The book or Diluc?

When you hadn't taken a hold of the book Diluc took the opportunity to take his hand off your wrist and intertwine his fingers with yours. You immediately squeezed them back.

"What's wrong doll?" Diluc rubbed his knee against you.

Your grip on the bookshelf tightened as you wriggled your hips desperate for more friction but your dress proved to be a major obstacle.

"L-luc," your face had turned a deep red as you looked back at him. Your lips parted as you panted, eyes glossy with need and want.

A primal growl erupted from Diluc as he latched onto your neck his right hand that held onto your hip moved to yank the back of your dress up. When it was up and out the way he moved his knee back between your legs.

You let out a loud moan as he pressed you harder against the bookcase with his body. You could feel his erection properly now without your dress in the way. You couldn't help but moan as your grinded back against him.

Diluc groaned against your neck as he abused a new spot on your pristine skin. He met your hips with his. Your pussy throbbed painfully begging to be touched, you were embarrassed by how wet you were already, and he hadn't even touched you yet. As if he could read your mind he removed his hand from yours and instead to your lips.

"Take them off so I can feel how needy you are for me." His was voice deep and filled with lust. Diluc rarely ever let his lust take full control of him like this but it couldn't help it, you were such a delectable tease.

You gave a small nod opening your mouth to allow his fingers to enter. You bit down on the leather pulling it from his fingers. You always loved his fingers, they were long and slender. Not only could they reach deep inside you but just feeling them against your skin. The way they moved and caressed you, leaving your skin a burning mess wherever he touched. It always left you craving more.

When his glove was off he moved it away down to your thigh. You let out a little whine, you wanted his fingers back. Diluc chuckled knowing this.

"So needy aren't you?" his bare hand stroked your clothed pussy, you gasped throwing your head back against his shoulder.

Diluc took this opportunity to slide two fingers into your mouth and you moaned softly around them. Diluc rubbed slow and teasing circles around your clit, making sure not to put too much pressure on it, he wanted to watch you beg for him. But unlike the fingers in your mouth they worked a little quicker, sliding in and out your saliva coating his leather glove making it easier to do so.

You moaned around his fingers, sucking them, dragging your tongue between them as you tried your best to grind against his fingers. It was tortuous the pace he was going and how light he was. The ache was unbearable you just wanted him to touch you, to fuck you, to bury his cock deep inside of you. Diluc removed his fingers from your mouth a trail of saliva connecting you to them. You panted heavily looking up at him, your face extremely flushed.

"Look at you, you're such a mess." He teased but don't misunderstand, he loved it. He loved knowing he was the only one who could break you down like this.

"D-Diluc please," you whimpered grabbing his hand in an attempt to push him closer to your throbbing heat.

Diluc growled deeply as he buries his face into your neck once again. You gasp one moment feeling his teeth bite against your flesh and moan lewdly the next as he cups your pussy with his hand, pressing a finger as far as he can with your panties still in the way. Your back arches off his chest as your head falls to the side, which in turn gave him even better access to your neck. It was so close, so damn close to your hole. So close to being able to slide inside but no something had to get in the way and he had to be such a tease. Pulling his finger away to push back but never able to enter due to your panties.

"Diluc please, please, I wan- mmph," your words were cut off by his fingers being shoved back into your mouth.

This time he wasn't as gentle as he began thrusting his fingers into your mouth deeply. You moaned desperately around his fingers, tears springing to your eyes.

"You'll take what I give you." He nipped your ear lobe. Despite his words, he himself was becoming incredibly desperate. He was so hard it was painful and his skin tight pants hardly made it any better but for some reason seeing you like this, so vulnerable, so open he was able to bare with it.

Diluc finally pushed your panties to the side and slipped into your folds and into your drenched hole. Your eyes rolled back into your head. Drool seeped out the corners of your mouth staining his glove even further. With the fingers buried deep into your core he stretched them out. Your cries were muffled by the fingers in your mouth, your hips pushing back against him rubbing against his hard on.

Diluc groaned deeply as he met your hips, "Do you want me baby?" He asked as he thrust his fingers into you, rubbing against your walls as he felt them flutter against him. You nodded your head vigorously.

Diluc chuckled deeply, "come now doll, use your words." He smirked as he rubbed your tongue with his finger before pulling them out your mouth once again.

You gasped for air, "yes I want you, Archons Diluc please fuck me already." You begged. You were so hot and bothered and the only thing that could satisfy your needs was his cock.

Without needing any other clarification he removed his finger from you, you whined in silent protest at the loss but you knew something better was on it's way. So while Diluc worked on his belt and pants you pulled your panties off and stepped out of them. In an instant he turned you around, grabbing the under side of your thighs he lifted you up spreading you legs wide. Your arms wrapped securely around his neck.

Wasting no time, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock stretching you wide as he rubbed against your walls filling you to the brim. You screamed out in pleasure as you threw your head back against the bookcase making a loud thud. It would have hurt normally but it only added to your pleasure. Diluc's grip tightened on your thighs as he thrusts into you, setting an unrelenting pace. You pulled him closer smashing your lips against his in a hungry kiss.

His lips eagerly ate up all your moans as his tongue dove in deep into your mouth. His hips snapped into yours roughly and deeply. You clung to his shirt tightly, as your back slammed repeatedly into the bookcase. You didn't feel the pain now but you certainly would later. Diluc moaned feeling your pussy tighten around him, he pulled away from the messy kiss to gaze into your glossy eyes. His focus was entirely on you until he heard a book drop to the floor.

He stopped momentarily and observed the bookcase, there were many books that were slowly but surely coming loose from their place. Concerned for your wellbeing he decided to move you to the couch. He didn't want to see you get hurt from books falling on your head.

As soon as your back hit the couch Diluc had your legs up and over his shoulders as he plowed into you once again. Like this he instantly slammed into your g-spot.

"DILUC!" You cried as one hand gripped his shirt and the other in his hair. You tugged roughly on his ponytail, and he grunted in response.

"Fuck!" Diluc couldn't control the soft moans and groans that escaped his lips as he neared his peak. His moans of pleasure only stirred you up more, your walls clenched around him.

"Cum for me princess," Diluc let your legs fall from his shoulder as he leaned down resting his forehead against you.

You couldn't describe just how beautiful he looked right now, he was so content and his eyes held so much love an adoration for you. Cupping his cheeks you pressed your forehead against his. You squeezed your eyes shut as you came on him, a sweet sultry moan escaped as you did. Diluc held you close to his body as he felt your walls flutter and clench around him during your release.

Diluc let out a gentle moan as he came inside you, you shuddered feeling his seed fill and warm you. He gently rode out both your orgasms before slowly pulling out. Your eyes fluttered open and you gazed up at him. His lips were parted as he panted softly his eyes were screwed shut, it was so erotic. You bit your lip in order to hold back a moan, you pushed some of his hair that fell out of place from his face. Slowly his eyes opened, his ruby orbs meet yours in a loving gaze and you smiled at him. He smiled back as he leaned down to kiss you.

"You're bad for me." Diluc teased when he pulled away from you. Just looking at your dishealved state was enough to rile him up again.

The way your dress rode up to your stomach, showing off your messy womanhood that leaked with both his cum and yours. The way your hair had come free from the bun you had it in now pooled beneath you. The way your face was still flushed, your eyes still retaining a glimmer of lust for him.

Despite having just came he felt himself getting hard again, and it's all your fault.

"You're going to be the death of me," he let out a soft moan as he pulled your hips back to his.

It was easy for him to slip his cock back into you. Your back arched deeply, you were sensitive but it felt so good. Diluc grabbed the front of your dress pulling it down to free your breasts. Leaning down he took one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth.

"Oh God," your hands tugged and pulled at his hair as your head rolled from side to side, "not before you kill me."

If you were the death of him, he was certainly going to take you with him. And if this was how it was going to happen you certainly weren't going to complain.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you @eldritch-and-tired for commissioning this lil’ /Reader piece of @megalommi‘s Sans, Baggs. I will ALWAYS be a simp for this sexyman. Enjoy!!

Tw: injections, unwilling hypnosis/mind control

...

You giggled.

The light was so pretty. Swirling, undulating, cyan and magenta warping and shifting in and out of one another in an endless hypnotising rhythm. It made you think of a funfair... spirals everywhere, from the tops of the stalls to the decorations on the rides, to the signs leading you around to those huge lollipops that tasted tooth-meltingly sweet. Happy memories, carefree, far away and non-solid but still wonderful. What were you doing? You couldn’t remember anything. You liked blue and purple, they were everywhere, all around you, such pretty colours. 

Pretty, pretty...

“... there we go. easy now.”

... You didn’t realise he was even there until he (somewhat cautiously?) spoke. Your senses were just colours. The voice was odd and a bit disembodied at first but slowly, slowly, you became aware of its source- a face hovering just over you. The awareness spread to your body, too... you were bent at an odd angle with your feet just barely lifted off the floor, your back flat on a rather uncomfortable table, gravity pulling your hair and cheeks. And he... he was just a few inches over you, pinning you by one of your wrists.

...

A tight and tense, cutting smile, clear signs of stress around his face and shoulders making it obvious that this was the smile of a man on the edge and not one of any particular joy. Deep sockets, so wide they looked borderline painful, glaring down at you with so much intensity...

... You could feel his body heat. And his breath against your face. Your heartbeat, your slightly itchy nose, how tight he was holding your wrist.

“... Mh... Huh?” You said, ever-so articulately, vision spinning in the same direction as the swirls emanating from his left socket. A similar way to how the world rocked when you were dizzy... except for you, it never righted itself. It just kept spinning and spinning and spinning. Everything was so bright, as you fell under a pleasant fuzzy sensation burrowed into your chest and mind, blanketing your thoughts as if you were just in the middle of a nice dream where nothing much mattered.

“shh...” 

When he gently closed his gloved fingers around something you had gripped in your pinned hand, you put up no fuss, loosening your hold and allowing him to take it... when did you pick up a scalpel? What an odd thing to have. The back of your head hurt and your knuckles felt the telltale aches of having been tense a few moments ago, even though they were now just an unwound coil like the rest of you.

... Dr. Baggs let out a long slow, breath. You could feel it against your nose and neck, he was that close... his mouth open barely a crack, the magenta hue of his tongue glinting against his fangs. 

“... alright.” He said, voice silky, gentle on your thrumming ears and head, sockets easing around the edges as he calmed down. The bluish shadows of sleep deprivation under them became more apparent as the tension in the room, face and posture waned. “that’s better.”

... Yeah. You thought, relaxed and calm. It is.

... He gave you the bare minimum of personal space, leaning back and helping you to sit, lifting you with the perfect combination of gentle but firm as if he knew you’d immediately feel so dizzy when you became upright. Your hands moved up and held onto his shoulders to steady yourself- the fabric of his lab coat was surprisingly soft, it was very nice to touch. 

... He was so close. Supportive but strict hands on your elbows, your knees on either side of him, he smelled like... the artificial flavouring they added candy that just wasn’t quite natural. And a specific, scented brand of antiseptic; clean and sterile and prepared.

“... well.” He hummed, reaching out of sight for something with one hand. Your forehead would bump his collarbone if you leant forward any more. His voice was so soothing and calming, especially since you were only a few inches from his clavicle... you were getting pretty close to shutting your eyes at this point, but a prick in your arm kept you from completely nodding off- you barely noticed it, too busy studying the aesthetically pleasing purple trim to his coat and enjoying the funny fuzzy sensation in your chest and temples. Oh, he suddenly had a full syringe in his hand that he was putting a cap on... where did he get that? 

“i knew from the start you’d be uncooperative, but... not that kind of uncooperative.”

He held something up to your face. You opened your mouth, (wait, why am I opening my mouth...) and he quickly placed it on your tongue. You swallowed, again, without knowing why... it was like your body was following a list of instructions that you couldn’t see or hear. Someone else had taken the wheel; tugging the right strings to make the right parts of you move when they were needed. 

... You didn’t think about it much. No panic, no confusion, no considering the implications. The thoughts were disconnected... just ships in the night, sailing by your muffled brain. All you could really think about was how whatever he’d given you was very strange and bitter and ew, you cringed, an odd acrid taste lingering in the back of your throat.

... Another prick in your arm. That’s weird, he keeps pricking me. Oh well. This time, you looked just in time to see him removing a now-empty syringe; he wiped where he’d poked your forearm with something very cold, then placed a little circular red band-aid over it.

...

There were six other band-aids on that forearm. Two green, three navy, one black... and now the red one.

Hm... I feel like I should be alarmed by that...

Again, all you could think about was how nice you felt right now. Dizzy, warm, safe. Like you’d had a little too much to drink, but now you were laying out in the sun with your friends... I miss the sun...

“most of my ‘patients’ are at least... consistent.” Baggs hummed, continuining to hold you carefully by the elbows, predicting your post-jab swaying. He didn’t seem to realise he was talking aloud, just a scientist observing his experiment, and you weren’t really paying enough attention to what he was actually saying- too many words to process, boooring. “uncooperative awake, uncooperative under. you’re always displaying aggression toward me... and yet as soon as you have no control, there’s an obediency so immediate it’s borderline subconscious. rather fascinating.”

Instead, you...

“... Sexy voice.”

...

...

“... what?” 

Apparently, that was enough to finally break him out of his thoughts. You glanced up at Baggs’ face, still only a few inches away, you kept forgetting where things were around you... the cushion around your soul never wavered but for a moment there was a little blip in the swirls. A slight interruption.

“Mmmhm.”

...

... His expression sort of... well, ‘melted’ was the wrong word. It was more akin to the sun peeking out from between two clouds. The detached, observational, scientific air to him thinned and began to evaporate... revealing something a little more warm.

The razor and unfriendly edges of his smile were rounding into something organic. Perhaps even, daresay, resembling forward. 

“my.” He purred. “how forward of you.”

“S’very nice. Very smooth...” Your tongue felt... eh. And your arm, where he’d poked you, was starting to itch. “And you have a nice face too... handsome man. I think so.”

...

His smile started growing even more, and he leaned back an inch or two as if to look at all of you and make sure you were really the same person he’d brought into this examination room less than an hour ago. “... oh really?”

“Yeah...” ... Your hands had been just holding onto his coat... but, spurred on by your sudden drunken confidence, you properly looped them around his neck.

... He blinked, but he only let himself appear taken aback for a moment or two. Despite how ominously his magenta eyelights glowed in his dark, shadowed sockets... you could tell he was enjoying himself, and this sudden turn of events. “i’m flattered.”

You laid your head on his chest. It was getting kinda hard to stay upright. 

... Your nose scrunched.

“Funky smell, though.”

That was enough to get an actual laugh out of him- albeit shortlived, his skull cocking like a curious mirthful bird. “are you... genuinely telling me that i smell, darling?”

“Yeah. Because it’s true. You’re gremlin.”

 “i’m... gremlin?”

“Mhm.”

“stars. i wish i could tell pap about this.”

Your body shifted, enough to make you lightly squeak- things were spinning so much that it took you a minute to realise Baggs had picked you up, an arm hooked under your legs and another around your back.

“you’re all done for the day, pet.” His eyelights had become a thrumming, almost amethyst colour as he looked at you, a far gentler shade of purple than his previous headache-inducing magenta. You weren’t sure what’d caused that but you weren’t complaining. You weren’t sure what’d caused him to carry you either, considering he usually just brought someone to collect his ‘patients’ for him... but, again, not complaining. “it’s time to get back to your room.”

“I feel funny.” You mumbled.

“that’s normal.”

He started walking. The halls all looked the same, as he moved through them, blending into one another... white and sterile, a few doors dotted inbetween if you were lucky but mostly just the exact same tiles and patterns and lack of anything that would clue you into the fact that people had actually (at some point) existed in this area. 

“Hm... is this where you work...?”

A little chuckle. He was sounding further and further away. “yes. this is my job, dear.”

“It’s so g... ug-ly.”

“oh? you think so?” Baggs’ tone had become... light? Perhaps a little teasing. 

“Jus... put up some nice posters, or something.” Your head was so heavy. Since when was it this heavy? You had to rest it against his chest, feeling that nice fabric against your cheek, hearing an equally nice humming sound from inside his ribcage. “Paint the walls. It’s so... white. Clini... ...clinicic... Calic...” 

“clinical?”

“... Yeah.Tthat.”

A gloved phalange touched your arm. It was probably an attempt at a comforting gesture- stroking the skin. “good to know. i’ll make sure to pass that eloquent advice along to the decorating team.”

“Good.”

He brought you to a cell-like room. It was... vaguely familiar? A bed with one pillow, thin white sheets... some strange posters and a window with bars over it. You felt like you’d spent a long time in there, but it was impossible to think straight enough to actually muster up any memories.

Baggs laid you down on the bed, slowly, handling you like you’d fall apart at any moment. You made a little noise- it wasn’t a very soft bed... but it was good enough. And your body felt so strange and tired that any soft surface honestly was nice enough to lay down on forever.

“comfy?” He asked. Since when did he inquire if you were comfy?

“M... no. S’whatever.”

...

You peeked at him, crouched by your bed... and you reached out, pressing your inexplicably heavy finger against the top of his nasal cavity in a booping motion. You mumbled a little victorious “Silly skeleton.” 

...

He took your hand in his gloved one, gently, before it could go limp and flop down. You couldn’t really make out his expression at this point.

“don’t tell the other subjects...” He murmured... he sounded amused, at least. “but i think you’ve become my favourite.”

“Course.” You shut your eyes. “I’m... m’amazing.”

“... yes. course.” 

A feeling, like a kiss on your hand, before he placed it by your side.

“... go to sleep.”

...

And just like that, your body obeyed him before your head could even process what he’d said, and you were asleep.

[tj-wrote-things]

𝐇𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝗼

Nikolai Lantsov x fem!Grisha!reader

Based off of this ask

A/N- Hey besties, this is kinda late,, and i hate it but only a little bit. Can you guys like -stop requesting arguments??? pls its breaking my heart.

Mega thanks to @itisroe e for being my editor and shoulder to whine on :)

*Id like to take a moment to say that Nikolai is a bit of a dick in this one, and id like to reiterate that its never okay to invalidate or insult a so. I dont condone that type of behavior, im just writing it

enjoy:)

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If there was one thing Nikolai Lantsov knew how to do, it was pout. You caught him— more than just a few times— slouched over on the blush red couch with his arms crossed, face smushed into a scowl as he studied you packing your bag.

You sighed, casting an increasingly irritated glance at him as you folded the coarse cloth of your winter coat and tucked it away with the rest of your belongings. The weight would be too much to bear, but you knew it would be cold up north where you were headed alongside Zoya and the Bataars. 

“I’m leaving at dawn, whether you like it or not, Sobachka.” 

The King looked away briefly at your words, hating understanding that you were right. He hauled himself out of his seat and redirected his sulking to the world outside the large window. It was beautifully blanketed in steadily falling snow. 

“Will you really make our last night together a bitter one?” you commented.

“It wouldn’t be our last night if you’d just let me come with you,” Nikolai huffed. 

You exhaled, dreading that this would be the third time you had this discussion, which, in his world, was more so a debate.

The reason was simple: Nikolai had no business accompanying them. The objective of the mission to Fjerda was a peace treaty between the Drüskelle and the Grisha populous. As Nikolai fit neither category, it had been decided that he would stay back and continue to hold the country together.

“We’ve been through this: to bring more people on the expedition would only irritate the Fjerdans. Especially, the king of a country with which they’ve been at war for a considerable amount of time,” you reiterated. 

Nikolai shook his head again, unwilling to accept it. He refused to welcome the fact that the love of his long life would be away and in perpetual danger for weeks. 

The wind whistled as it bounded against the window, filling the room with a violent creaking.

“It’s dangerous, Y/N, why can you not understand—” 

You cut him off swiftly as his voice began to rise, “You watch that tone, Lantsov, or I’ll—” 

Now, it was Nikolai’s turn to cut you off: “You’ll what? Leave early?” The young man turned to you from the window and met your incredulous gaze. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. We both know it's your only vice.”

“My only vice,” you mocked cynically. “In what regard?” 

Nikolai spread his arms patronizingly as if he were explaining the obvious to his childhood self.

“Your heart craves adulation,” he said, pointing a sharp, accusatory finger your way. “You’ll take any opportunity to leave Os Alta— leave me— and flaunt your gifts.” 

Your heart thudded heavily in your chest. In anger or despair, you could not tell.

You would not lie to yourself. You knew with all your heart that, all things considered, your mastery of the Small Science was a blessing, hidden behind the mask of a devil. In the days you served faithfully in the Second Army, your gifts were revered and you were respected in the highest regard amongst your Grisha peers. However, in the years following the war, you became like everybody else. 

It was at the behest of your husband that you progressively began to use your power as an Inferni less as the days passed. Ever the political mastermind, he had approached you one summer evening and begged you refrain from using your power in public, claiming that the presence of a Grisha Queen was too much for his fragile country to bear. In the beginning, you had agreed, for if there was one thing that surpassed your love for your husband, it was your shared love for Ravka.

You knew that relations between the Grisha and the others were strained, and so you agreed, taking your husband's hand and promising to limit the displays of glowing orange flames which had burned your enemies as well as warmed the hands of your allies. 

It was becoming increasingly difficult to train behind a closed gate, under a roof, beneath the watchful eye of First Army guards armed with fire extinguishers. In fact, it had grown so stifling you had begun to resemble Alina Starkov when first she came to the Little Palace, with her pallor skin and brittle locks.

You brushed the aforementioned hair, now soft and healthy from the effects of tailoring, behind your ear as you placed the brush down and sharpened your stare at Nikolai’s face, shrouded in silver shadows from the icy light of the moon.

“Craves adulation,” you grumbled, knowing that if your voice rose any higher, it would betray every emotion storming around your heart. “Have a look in the mirror, Nikolai, and tell me which of us truly fits your description.”

His description, in all its insulting glory, fit Nikolai Lantsov to the tee.

Nikolai Lantsov, who would smile and wave to a crowd with a Sun Summoner on his arm, allowing you to watch with disdain from your place on a horse beside Mal. Nikolai Lantsov, who would hide behind a pair of gloves to escape the truth of what he had become. Nikolai Lantsov, who had pushed his wife into a state of sickness, albeit unknowingly, sacrificing her life’s blood for the sake of his country.

Nikolai Lantsov, who resolutely shook his head, running a hand through the already dishevelled hair on his head, before waving it dismissively, as if swatting a fly. “Please. You’d flick your hands for anyone who’d ask— if they clapped hard enough.” Nikolai moved for the bookshelf, drawing out a novel as if his words were mere small talk with an old friend.

Your anger blurred to shock. “Flick my hands—”

“Honestly, you take every opportunity to flaunt it. I’m surprised the Little Palace is still standing after having you inside for twenty years!” 

There was no sense to his vile declarations now. Though, Nikolai could not see it. The anger, betrayal, and frustration at being left behind were all that clouded his boyish mind as he hurled one unkind word after the other.

“Nikolai,” You moved towards him, arm outstretched, eyes beginning to water. “Lapushka, please—” As your hand approached his, the storm heavier than ever. He wrenched his arm away from you, leering his head back to look you in the eyes.

“Truly, I can’t be sure why you haven’t left already.”

“For saints’ sake, Nikolai. Look at me!”

The dam broke as you flicked your hands, removing the tailoring to your appearance, unveiling the truth of your restrictions.

Nikolai stared with an open mouth and hard eyes as the warm winter flush of your cheeks was replaced with dulled skin, and the sleek shine of your hair was redefined with a brittle and unkempt bush.

“The only person from whom I crave adulation,” you whispered, “is the only man who’s too thick to look past a wavering mask.”

The Lantsov King swallowed, flipping the book restlessly in his hands. “Y/N—”

“Get out.” You left no room for him to argue, even when he opened his mouth once more. “I said leave!” You stalked to the door, pulling it open with a loud shriek of wood. “Now.”

Nikolai Lantsov, who spent the night in a guest room, in a state of perpetual regret.

No amount of tossing and turning brought any comfort to his aching heart, nor his pounding head. He flopped halfheartedly in the guest bed, stiff from lack of use, and from lack of you, revisiting the disgusting words he’d spat. The reason for them, however unjustified, sat heavily on his chest, suffocating him at an agonizing rate.

Nikolai Lantsov, who was afraid that— like his mother and father— you would grow to resent his blood, resent it for its stark difference to yours. The fear that you would  regret your marriage to what your people called an otkazat’sya: the abandoned.

The King figured it was only a matter of time before the title served him fully. 

It was reasonable, wasn’t it? To lash out at a time of vulnerability? Nikolai couldn’t be sure, having grown up in a family of despots who had never given him the time of day when it mattered most. 

Watching the tailored facade fall from his wife’s face, Nikolai was reminded solely of his mother, who, like you, was coerced into moulding her face into that of the perfect queen, at the behest of her husband. He knew then that all he had said and done was wrong. Wrong to her, and wrong to her people.

How could he bring himself to apologize? To walk into their bedroom and beg forgiveness? Would she forgive him? Even if he stooped— a king in tears and on his knees for the woman he loved perhaps more ardently than the country he vowed to govern— would she, in all her scorned glory, crouch beside him, take his face in her hands, and kiss away his regret?

Could he expect her to?

Dawn came around all too swiftly, rousing husband and wife from their fitful sleep in separate rooms, and with it came your departure to the northern lands.

You stood side-by-side with Nikolai as the carriages were loaded with provisions, luggage, and gifts for the Drüskelle, refusing to look at him. Instead, digging fruitlessly in your shoulder bag as an excuse to keep your head down.

The call came from the footman as the time arrived for you to leave. You didn’t make it more than one step forward with your hand gripping the leather strap of your bag before a firm grasp was on your waist.

“Wait,” whispered Nikolai, tugging you back. He cast a glance at the guard, letting him know that they would need a moment. “I can’t let you leave— not like this.” 

You held your gaze to the floor. Gently, he tilted your head back up with his thumb and forefinger. “Not now, not when you can barely look at me,” he continued. You held his stare as his hand shifted tentatively towards your jaw. “Not when I can’t be sure you won't come back to me, Milaya.”

You sniffled softly at the nickname, moving your own hand to his face and pausing to tuck away a loose golden curl.

“Please come back to me,” he said softly as if he were sharing a secret. There was an unspoken apology apparent in his reddening eyes while the seconds ticked by.

“Of course,” you murmured back, tipping his head down as you pecked his brow, then his cheek. “Nikolai, there’s not a thing in this world that could keep me away from you.”

You kissed him soundly, your hand running across the expanse of his jaw as he leaned into the tender forgiveness settled in your palm. When you broke apart, Nikolai took your hand from his face. He kissed your palm and walked you to your carriage. The King watched with concerned eyes as you took your seat.

Nikolai kissed your hand once more from his place on the ground and looked up at you. “Swear you’ll write,” he said. “Or I’ll crash the proceedings.”

You barked a hearty laugh, squeezing his hand as he tried to let you go. “I will,” you promised. “And I’ll see you when I come back.”

It was another moment before you let go of his hand. His palm hit the carriage door bearing the Lantsov crest. You watched as the carriage travelled further and further away, Nikolai’s frame disappearing into the horizon. 

“I promise,” you whispered.

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[domthedevil]

Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!

Last but not least!

Be Gentle pt 7

Warnings: Lucifer x afab!mc, loss of virginity, light dacryphillia

Whatever he had walked in to was unpleasant. A bunch of idiots scrambling over themselves - over you. Well, they were always doing that. But this time it was even stupider. A bet over your first sexual experience was simply juvenile. At least that’s what he told everyone before breaking everyone up. Regaining the minimum amount of order he was going to get, Lucifer reminded everyone that you weren’t a toy.

That this arrangement between all of them could only suffer from their bickering. And lord Diavolo forbid you actually overheard them. Shooing everyone out of his study finally, Lucifer sighed as he enjoyed the warmth from his fireplace. What were you doing right now? he wondered. Who were you thinking about?

A soft knock broke this concentration. He turned to see you shyly tapping on the door frame. His proud smile graced his lips as he admired you from slightly afar. It was nerve wracking to meet his gaze, you already felt the butterflies in your stomach.

“Hey...” he could tell something was off. But humored you nonetheless.

“What can I do for you MC?”

With a nervous stride, you made your way over to the small sofa Lucifer had sat in. The fire was warm enough to hide the heat already burning across your face. Lucifer looked so good in the low light of the fire in his dark study. The way his clothes were casually worn in made him look comfortable. Though the buttons by his collar were very distracting, you did come for a reason.

“Well...I’ve been wanting ask...”

The smile never faded from his graceful features as you spoke, only a slight tinge of pink linger on the corners of his cheeks. It was embarrassing. Seeing his smug look while being so vulnerable made you nervous all over again. However; when his arm wrapped around you to bring you closer to him, your nerves eased.

“I have no words to say...I only want to show you my love now. If you’re ready.”

Your small nod and loving eyes made his heart pound. He was proud of you. And he was going to make sure you were treated the way you deserved. Though it’d be a lie if he wasn’t a little excited to see you take him for the first time. Taking his gloves off and leaving his coat behind, Lucifer guided you over to his room. A bed was a much better place for this than a study. He by no means rushed you there, but it only felt like a few steps away when he placed his hand on your lower back.

You nibbled your bottom lip as you waited on his mattress. He went to his closet to set aside something for you to wear later. You thought it strange until he sat back down next to you. The lustful haze in his eyes was intoxicating. Maybe you weren’t going to make it back to your room....

Deeply kissing you, Lucifer leaned against you until you rested on your back. Your palms braced against his broad chest, helping you stay slightly grounded. Addictive kiss after kiss, your whole body was growing warm. But you needed more. More of his lips. Taking him off guard, you bit his lower lip gently. As he parted his lips, no doubt to tease you, you took over his tongue. Using every bit of skill you had to kiss him back. You heard the deep moan Lucifer tried to keep from escaping. You noticed his cheeks were growing redder.

“Hmph. You’re trying to boss me around then?”

“I just wanted...more.” Your shy and aroused expression made his cock twitch with excitement.

“Don’t make that face...” his hand gently cupped your cheeks as he brought his face closer to yours. “...for anyone else but me.” Closing the distance, Lucifer’s soft lips pressed against yours. Sliding his hands under your clothing, he made quick work of any buttons or zippers or hooks that housed you. Gentle touches grazed your bare skin as he sat you on his lap to face him. That same handsome smirk glued to his face again, he made sure you were looking right at him as his hands squeezed your ass. The soft flesh being squeezed so suddenly made you jump.

Extending your neck to look behind you, Lucifer took the chance to kiss and lick at your exposed skin. A shiver ran through you as he continued, freeing one of his hands to tease at your erect nipples. You sighed with pleasure as he seemed to touch all of you at once. His fingers pinched and twisted methodically. Lucifer’s fingers were magical. Meanwhile his other digits played with your entrance from behind. He could feel how wet you were.

“Do you always get this way when we kiss?” His whisper was hot against your damp neck, now covered in small hickies and bite marks. A small sound in the affirmative made Lucifer chuckle lowly. “Let your voice out...I need to hear you.”

Moving so you were below him on the mattress, he made a show of taking his shirt off. Your hips jerked against his as you grew impatient. Again with a low, seductive chuckle, the demon of pride tossed his shirt aside to return to you. Placing kisses up and down your bare body, Lucifer ever so gently teased your burning skin. You told him how much you loved him. His poetic responses only made your heart race faster. Lucifer never seemed to be lost for words, at least not for long.You felt a long finger ease inside you as Lucifer watched you from above. Another long curved finger followed soon after. His thumb pressed against your clit as he brought his fingers in and out of your tight warmth. Each little whimper made Lucifer move faster. He loved this needy state you were in.

“It’s t-tight.”

“You are. But don’t worry. I’m going to be gentle.” His fingers picked up speed as he spoke. “I’m going to show you how love is suppose to feel.”

Your loud panting and struggled moans made Lucifer throb in his pants. Your fingers were left to grip the sheets under you. The sight of you so helplessly squirming with his fingers in you was making him grow needier as well. Soon his fingers worked in a scissoring motion. Giving your nipples a hard suck and a rough bite he pulled his fingers away, licking them clean of your essence.

“I want you Lucifer. Please.” You couldn’t contain it anymore. You felt like your body was going crazy with desire. Without a word he stood to remove the last of his clothing. You sighed with lust as you admired his cock. Long and hard, girthy and wide, Lucifer was more than impressive. A little intimidating. He pumped his member as you kept eyeing him. Of course he was proud of his body. Seeing no hesitation in your eyes, Lucifer joined you on the bed once more. Spreading your legs with a warm touch. His soft hands only guided your thighs to do as he pleased.

“MC, tell me if it’s too much.”

The firm tip of his dick pressed into you. Though he had helped prepare you, he could feel the tight grip around him. Lucifer moved so that he could kiss you gently, trying to ease the sharp pain that tore through you a moment. Warm tears pearled and fell while your muffled moans vibrated against his lips. Once fully inside, he pulled his face away to look at you.

Your tear stained cheeks and quivering brow did something to him. Seeing your face twist with pleasure and pain made his cock twitch again. Your legs pressed against his sides as you felt his member move slightly, a small moan slipping from you. Brushing your tears aside with his thumb, he made a show of licking his finger clean. His lips trailed from the corners of your eyes down the trail your tears had left. The comforting sensation eased you. Your body relaxed and flexed around him until you grew accustomed to the feeling of fullness.

“Are you ready?” Lucifer whispered quietly against your bruised lips. Your nod was followed by your hips moving against him slightly. “Hmph. So enthusiastic.”

Rocking his hips in long and slow waves, Lucifer’s breathing grew heavy as your warmth sucked him deeper inside you. Your own moans were breathy and shook each time his cock moved. Holding his shoulders, your nails dug into his soft skin as he rocked into you harder. His pace was even, but his words were not. Quietly saying your name as he tried to suppress any loud moans.

Lucifer’s large hands gripped at your hips as he snapped his hips into you. Your whole body felt each aftershock, making your core tight and hot. Though he picked up his intensity quickly, he was still able to watch you for any discomfort. Though he quietly wished to see one more tear fall from your erotic face. Your eyes were closed as a heat between your legs began growing hotter.

“L-Lucifer...” Your whine made him smile sadistically.

“MC...”

“You’re so big. Im so full.”

Not expecting to hear you say something so arousing, he had to halt his hips from pounding into you without warning.

“Hearing that only makes me want to make you cry again.”

“Y-you can...it feels so good I don’t want to stop.”

Holding your wrists above your head, helping him gain even more leverage inside you, Lucifer moved in and out of you mercilessly. Your loud moans mixed with his low groans filled the room. There were parts of you that you hadn’t discovered yet, and Lucifer was touching each one with ease. His burning gaze held yours captive as he moved. His face was flush and red, but scanned your every reaction to learn how to move. The tip of his cock pressed a soft spot inside you, making your brow furrowed and your voice crack. Those same tears formed again as the pressure grew intense.

“Cry for me MC...” he bit and nibbled at your neck as your orgasm grew faster and hotter with each thrust. Letting the small tears drift over the edge of your eyes and a small sob escape you, Lucifer moaned against your neck. Loving every memory he was making with you.

“I’m close. L-Lucifer. Hold me.”

Releasing your wrists, the eldest tightly pressed you against him and buried his face into your neck. Your own arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers tangling with his raven hair. Pulling his locks as your core finally released. A moan struggled from your throat as your walls wrapped around him. Lucifer had to stop moving, trapped by the sweet warmth inside you.

Groaning loudly, Lucifer pushed into you further as his own release fell with yours. You could feel how hot his cum was. How warm your whole body was as he separated from you. Panting together, out of breath momentarily, Lucifer scanned your languid form for any cause for concern. But when he was greeted by your beaming smile he relaxed.

“Was that...too much?” He cautiously smiled in case the answer was yes.

“It was...unbelievable.” You happily sighed. “If you can...want to do it again?”

“If I can? Are you the demon now?” Lucifer’s chuckle only quieted once you placed an eager kiss to his lips.

This is a continuation of a request, read more here:

Be Gentle (Levi x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Belphegore x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Satan x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Beelzelbub x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Asmodeus x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Mammon x AFAB!MC)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

An Offer

Warnings: coercion, threats, slightly blackmail-ish, intimidation, entrapment, implied noncon

This is dark!(lumberjack/nomad) Steve Rogers and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Steve makes you an offer you can’t refuse.

Based on this drabble request:

Nomad Steve Rogers + “You'll never find anyone better than me.” + Lumberjack AU + Smashed and broken dreams of a good career forces reader back home. With a degree in her hand but no real chance of finding a good job reader has to accept any job she finds and Steve isn’t making it easy cause he wants her so he sabotages any job opportunity to make her depended on him. This really hits home 😭. Sorry 😭.

When you sat in your college lectures, you never expected to end up there. Never expected to be carrying armfuls of wood to a large stack, splinters catching in your gloves as each piece clacked between the noise of the logs being split. You didn’t expect to be working for pennies, busting your ass for hours, just to pay for the room above the liquor store in your hometown.

You didn’t expect any of it. It was a surreal nightmare. It was as if that purgatory could never let you go. The small town’s always claimed what was theirs. Blood grown of that soil could not venture far before the roots dragged them back, a constricting coil around the throat.

Another log split, almost exploding as the two halves fell on either side of the stump. Steve took one and chopped it again, then the other. Perfect quarters for you to pile in your arms and add to the mounting stack. Your sweat soaked the flannel coat, the same kind your father wore when you were a child, the same that everyone in town seemed to have somewhere in their closets.

Steve rested the head of the axe on the stump and leaned on it as he watched you.

“Think that’ll do,” he said as you heard him scratch his beard, “supposed to be a mild winter.”

“Mild? Around here? You know that just means the snow stops at the knee, right?”

You carried the last of the wood to the pile and laid it out in the niches perfectly. It was like a Tetris game, every piece had its place. You clapped off your gloves and looked back at Steve as he shook out his jacket and pulled it back on. Even as his work left him sweaty, you didn’t know how he could stand to take it off and bear the bitter winds in only a tee.

“My knees are higher than yours,” he said, “think I’ll be fine.”

“Uh huh,” you put your hands on your hips and looked out at the trees, the sun setting behind them in an amber haze.

“Hey,” he interrupted your sightseeing, “how about you stay for dinner? I finally tried that chili recipe…”

“You? Cooking?” you shook your head, “so that’s why I’m out here lugging wood.”

“Is that yes?”

“Do you have pepto?” you joked, “sure, guess I could. Save me the trouble of opening a can at home.”

You followed him inside as he held the door for you. You shoved your gloves in your flannel pocket and hung it as you wiggled out of your boots. Usually you tidied and did the household chores as Steve worked outside. It wasn’t much of a job but there was nothing to be had in the lifeless town. Still, even with the work you found in the city, you couldn’t afford even a closet to live in.

The house was nice, big. The country land was cheap and as Steve told it, he built the entire thing himself. It was a wooden castle with better amenities than most of the antique houses in town. He bragged about how he chose every countertop and cut down every leg of every chair and sanded and polished the thick table over a willowy fall.

But you wondered how he ended up there. He wasn’t from the town and his accent was not of the nearby metropolis. He must be from far away. You could see it was an escape from the life he didn’t talk about.

You sat at the table as he clinked around in the kitchen. He came out with two red bowls and set one before you as he sat at the corner near you. He handed you a spoon with a wooden handle and you twirled it as you watched the chili steam.

“Did you make these too?” you asked.

“Ha,” he said dryly and stirred his bowl.

“Well…” you shrugged and looked around.

He smiled at you and leaned his head back until his neck cracked. He let his spoon rest and rubbed his jaw. It twitched and he looked out the big bay windows of the dining room, the ridged bark and overgrown grass staring back.

“I…” he shifted and leaned on the arm of the chair, “I slipped your pay in your jacket.”

“Oh, thanks,” you were embarrassed to talk about money. He knew how little you made even if he did pay you generously for the work you did.

“But… I did want to talk about it, er, about…” he sighed and rested his chin in his hand as he traced his lower lip in thought. He sat up and cleared his throat, “we get along, don’t we?”

“Sure,” you blew on a spoonful and tasted the chili. It was spicy but not bad.

“I know how hard it’s been, Maggie, Lester, Jeff… tough break.”

You swallowed and sat back. You frowned. “How did you…” your resume had been turned down by almost every business owner and manager in town.

“It’s a small place, like that box you’re living in.”

“Steve--”

“I’m not saying it to embarrass you but… because I… want to…” he gripped his spoon, thought about having a bite, then let it go again, “I want to make you an offer.”

“You pay me more than you should for doing your chores,” you left your spoon in the bowl and ran your nails up and down your jeans, picking at the little metal snap by the pocket.

“That’s not--” he squared his shoulders and all humour left his face. He bit down and the vein in his head surged, “you could live here. The place is more than big enough… lonely.”

“I can’t--”

“Please, just listen,” he raised his palms, “I’m lonely and you’re in a bind. We could help each other.”

You squinted and shook your head. He took a breath and leaned forward. He reached under the table and touched your knee. He slid his hand up your thigh until it met yours and you stopped him.

“What--”

“You don’t even have to keep on cleaning or any of that,” he said quietly, “just be mine. You’ll be comfortable here. All you have to do is… be here… with me.”

“Steve,” you held onto his thick fingers, “maybe you don’t mean it that way but I’m not… not a prostitute.”

“It wouldn’t be that,” his throat constricted, “it would be convenient; practical.”

“I should go,” you shoved his hand off of you and stood, “you did a good job with the chili.”

The chair scraped behind you as you stepped out from between it and the table. Steve was fast and caught your shoulder before you could evade him.

“Go where? Do what exactly?” his voice was stern and stolid, “huh? No one in town’s gonna hire you, we both know that. And you can’t make it in the city.”

“That’s mean, Steve, I want to go,” you pouted, “let me go.”

“Why can’t you see I’m helping you?”

“You have helped me but what you’re… offering is insulting, don’t you understand?”

“It’s generous is what I’d say,” he grabbed your other arm and pulled you close as he snarled down at you, “I can give you everything you need and want, all you have to do is give me…” his eyes crawled down your body, “a little sweetness.”

“Steve--”

“You’re proud, I get it, you don’t want to admit you have no choice but what happens when Fletcher needs that room for storage or he rents it out to a higher bidder? Where do you go then? Huh, you keep handing out that resume and what has that degree got you but sorrys and no thank yous?”

“Get off--” you pushed on his chest as he squeezed your arms painfully.

“Let me tell you I will be the only yes you ever get,” he growled, “I made sure of it.”

“Wha-- I--”

“I’m not driving you back to town,” he released you, “so if you really wanna go, if your pride is worth all that, you can walk and see if you beat the wolves. Or you can stay and earn that extra bill I put in your pocket.”

“Steve, what the hell?”

“Your call,” his fingers stretched around the waist of his jeans as he flexed his chest, “reception’s shit so good luck getting a ride.”

“You can’t--”

“Let me make this easy for you. Walk and see if you make it home, stay and you’re already home.”

You searched his face. You’d never seen this side of him. You blinked and spun on your heel. Fuck him. You’d drive yourself and he could tell the police you stole his truck. You ran to the front door and snatched his keys from the hook. You bent to grab your boots but his hand on the back of your neck stopped you. 

He wrenched you back and tossed you against the wall. The keys tumbled to the floor and he kicked them away, “no cheating,” he said, “you wanna go then?”

Before you could answer the high whine of a coyote cut through the air and the glass slats of the front door dimmed. You faced him and your heart beat wildly.

“Why?”

“You going?” he asked again.

“Steve--”

“Well?”

“You can’t do this,” you pleaded, “keep your money then. Just take me home.”

“No,” he marched towards you and pinned you by your neck against the wall. His hand threatened to stifle your breath as he leaned in, “go or stay?”

You batted away tears with your lashes. You turned your head as far as you could whimpered as the sky continued to darken through the marbled glass, “Steve.”

“Go or stay?” he rasped as his breath tickled your cheek.

You trembled and touched his wrist. He squeezed just a little and you gasped, “and if I get lost? If I die out there?”

His lips curved and he chuckled lightly, “you willing to take that risk?”

You watched him, looking for any crack in his veneer, looking for an ounce of the man who’d been your godsend in that desolate town. He wasn’t there. It had all been an act, a trick. He had you in his snare like any good hunter.

“What choice do I have?” you whispered.

He pressed his forehead to yours and his large nose brushed against the tip of yours, “I’m not that bad,” his other hand crept along your stomach, “you’ll see that,” he played with the ribbed cotton, “you'll never find anyone better than me.”

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[yostresswritinggirl]

Researching...

ZETA

You need to see this first then this

The alchemist had been trying all remedies to shake off the stress and fatigue in his system and they all seemed to fail, no amount of sketching or discoveries can pull him away from it. So when you offered a solution he hasn’t heard, he’d jump at it immediately. “You know, some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever.” “Intercourse? If it’s true, then please, I wish to have intercourse with you.” “Wha- wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!” “Convenient, I love you, anything else?”

Pairing -> Albedo x Female Reader

Word Count -> 2944

Themes -> Smut, PwP, PwF, Woohoo, the "thing", the "do"

Series -> #Bonafide Specials (100 followers event)

Warnings -> NSFW CONTENT, DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDERAGED! (this is awkward because you two have no experience, jsyk)

(Z,E)-9,12-tetradecadienyl acetate (TDA, also known as ZETA) are usually emitted by females to attract males for mating. Sex pheromones are defined as odors, produced by either males or females that stimulate one or more behavioral reactions in the opposite sex, bringing the males and females together for the purpose of mating.

The foldered papers at the mahogany desk met with a soft plop at its weight, and you noticed the Alchemist suddenly straighten his back from his spaced out daze on the noise, whipping his head towards where you stand. Albedo's teal eyes were wide from the sudden intrusion, but his eyelids drooped over them once again upon the realization that it was just you who entered as it loses its light once more. This worried you.

The Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius has been in a dilemma recently. And all of Mond knows of this.

Albedo naturally holds himself in a regal and composed aura that draws people to him in admiration and trance. But this Albedo lacks such gait, with shoulders tense and eyebrows furrowed, steps heavy and head hanging low.

He has hit a wall in his never-ending research. And the effect was obvious on him.

Days he'd be cooped up in his laboratory staring at nothing, glaring at his setup. Days he'd be gone beyond the walls with his easel and sketchbook, only to return with unfinished artworks meant to be forgotten. Sucrose had tried placing experiments that are easy to handle and give him at least a sense of self-confidence for solving, but even that cannot pull his mind away from his obstacle.

"You know," leaning on the table with arms crossed, you watched the Kreideprinz drag his foot to where you were, aiming to check on the folder that you just submitted, "Some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever." Such words smoothly flowed out of your mouth despite the masked embarrassment you expertly hid through a haughty smirk.

That someone was Kaeya, and that Kaeya threw out that same comment next to you when you two saw Albedo walk through the headquarter's halls like a zombie a few days ago.

The sudden pound of fists on the table at either side of you startled you, expertly caging you in as you looked up. Albedo loomed over you with eyes brightly catching the sun, giving it the luminosity that carried the same curious look he had when faced with the unknown. "Intercourse? If it's true, then please," oh no, "I wish to have intercourse with you."

Excuse me? "Wha-" suddenly, you were hyper-aware of just how close you are to one another. You slightly hiked yourself up against the table, as to preserve what little distance you have. "Wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!”

And without skipping a beat, he mused, "Convenient, I love you, anything else?" That familiar smirk displayed on his face.

Contrary to his face tho, you greatly contest to Diluc's hair. Really a normal reaction- to this guy suddenly confessing! Your head is already whirling around in confusion and your eyes couldn't set itself straight at him, still mindful of the distance of which reminded you why you were in this predicament in the first place.

Albedo attentively watched your eyes stray to the side as he stands there in silence, seeing it land at the entrance to his laboratory. Ah of course, he thought he'd made a discovery, as he leans away from you to make his way towards the door.

And shut it with a click.

"Wait, wait, why did you lock the door?!" You finally mustered up the courage to speak (breaking away from the shock of his confession) as he finds himself where he stood over you, eyes filled with confusion.

"You were quiet after my confession. I know such moments of romance are intimate and with your eyes, I only wanted to give us privacy," his brows furrowed with confusion before his shoulders dropped, a sharp sigh escaping. "Normally people would express their reciprocation by now," he breathed as he starts pulling back and away, "but voicing your rejection would have been appre-"

Quickly with a yelp, you reached out for his departing form, pulling him back by the grip on his shirt. Albedo's eyes only widened a little as he was quick to grip the table's edge to stabilize himself, one arm wrapped around your waist to ground you. "No! I do- do love you too!" You finally squeezed out the embarrassing confession, "You were just so sudden, it surprised me so much!"

And suddenly he was laughing openly, full of relief and humor, as his shoulders slackened at the validation. The heavy weight on his shoulders eased as if a physical matter left it, the bout of removed tension making him slump on you.

You cradled the tired Albedo in your arms as you let him place his chin on your shoulder. This man is your lover now, you thought as the fact finally dawned on you. The brilliant and most loved in Mond now tied down to you.

Basking in the presence of a person now his, Albedo found himself breathing in. There was a scent to you that always soothes him which now feels emphasized at the closeness. His pupils dilated as his face buries itself closer to the junction where your neck and shoulder meets.

Ah, what was this? Was this the pheromones you once talked about in your research on zoology that attracts those to them? He mused in his mind as those teal eyed fluttered shut, nose brushing at your neck for another whiff.

While Albedo indulged himself with the natural scent of you, you stood there with weak legs, trembling and red from the notions. Oh gods, you whimpered at the feeling of his lips brushing at your skin, you're whipped for this man.

"I'm waiting," you had to hold the shiver when his words vibrated against your neck, "for your answer on my offer, I think it would be good to try." Ah the 'intercourse'. You placed your hands flat on his back as he leans away to stare in attention, and then you finally explained to him what you meant, what you'd do, and what it entails to.

Albedo nods in understanding at your every clause and explanation. And his bright mind understood far too easily how it would help. "We are lovers now," his eyes twinkled at the cute scrunch of your nose upon the embarrassment of the fact, "sooner or later we'd end up doing it anyways. When shouldn't be a matter."

Albedo always make a good point.

With your consent, Albedo slowly lays you on the surface of the table as his other hand makes quick work to swipe away the items that would be in the way, thankfully the carpeted floor prevented anything from breaking. His lips found yours almost naturally as you urged him to take off his coat and you worked on your own, the thoughts spiraling in your head for every clothing that is shed:

Albedo has little to none idea on how sex works between humans, and you had your base knowledge from the things you learned from academics; in short, you're both inexperienced and you are his anchor.

How funny how the master role quickly switched, you thought with an inward laugh before it died in your throat at the sight— he stands there with his undershirt unbuttoned, belt and shorts caught by his knee, and his apparent bulge outlined by his boxers. Your thighs instinctively closed, you don't know what's considered average in size for such things, but you know for a fact there's gonna be some difficulty.

"Is something wrong?" His raw and calloused hands (gloves long gone) softly landed at your squirming thighs, the contact sending a shiver all over. "Am I doing something wrong?"

No, you breathed as you urged him to step closer and settle between your legs at the edge of the table, his form forcing you to spread your limbs apart.

The intoxicating scent that Albedo indulged in earlier was stronger now, drowning him and clouding his thoughts. The waft plunged through his senses so forcefully that he stumbled a bit on you, hips hitting as he grips your sides to keep him steady.

Next came the warmth that touched his sensitive length as it laid between you, the contact had forced out a cute squeak from you and an airy groan from him. His hips buckled to catch the sensation as he finds himself rutting between your folds with ragged breathing.

So good, it felt so good. Albedo finds himself struggling to keep his eyes open from what he now identified to be pleasure, and as he looks up to check on you, you were struggling just the same. Your chest rises and falls in quick successions as you covered your eyes with an arm, whimpers coming out of your slightly parted lips.

Fuck. If only he wasn't so engrossed, he wanted to capture this image through painting. "Am I-," he cleared his throat of the hoarse voice, "Am I hurting you?"

You gasped at the cold and wet feeling swipe from your chin to the corner of your lips, licking the trail of drool you didn't even notice when you opened your eyes to see Albedo's up close. With a shake of your head, you gripped the ponytail of his braid to pull his head for a sudden kiss.

Staggering over your form as your legs hiked up to hook around his waist, you guided the tip of his length to your entrance as he ravaged your mouth without restraint. Lips bruising each other, tongue tracing the underside of yours gingerly before it licks at the roof of your mouth— all the sensations had fogged up your consciousness so badly that you didn't feel an ounce of pain when he finally entered into you, guided by a shy gentleness to his ministrations.

It is only when his tip finally touched the opening of your cervix did you whimper; the way you're being stretched and the fullness of his length in you making you writhe under and around him, the friction only making rousing him more.

Albedo produced a low growl against your lips as he bit down on the bottom one, his trimmed nails digging to your soft-skinned hips as he pins it down. "Stop- nghh- stop moving around so much," a sudden warmth pooled into your stomach as you tightened around him.

Mistake number one: You didn't expect for his gentleness to be gone.

Spurred on by your tightening grip and the pleasure shooting up him everytime his tip came in contact with your edge, Albedo went into a relentless pace, pounding straight into you to hit that spot. Your pants turned into breathless chokes everytime he comes in contact, forcing your raw moans out of you. There's a dull pain by your entrance everytime he grinds against your walls, and he whimpers your name in pure ecstacy every stroke.

Your back arcs as he smacks into you, pulling back halfway through before burying deep into your hole once again. His brutal pace gets sloppy at times, before his strength comes back again to pull you closer. Halfway through Albedo produces a feral growl as he grips one of your legs behind the knee, pushing it closer to your body and slightly angled to the side.

And the moment he thrusts in with the new position, you cried out his name. The tip of his length reached far deeper with this new angle, and had plunged the top right into your cervix— your hips trembled as Albedo's whole body shivers at the new sensation, fingernails digging into your thigh as his other hand intertwines with yours, pinning it down on the table as leverage.

"Ahn," he whispered your name tiredly with tears pricking at the edge of his eyes, for the first time staring at your eyes after he had started, "How are you? Is it okay? Is it..."

Good, you mumbled with a tired smile at his consideration, bumping your hips to emphasize on it- which drew a sharp gasp from the both of you, he was already in so deep, your hips bruised and touching.

He rolled his hips to test out, his thickness rubbing at the walls as he stirs your insides. The sweet moan you produced spurred him on, and he was once again staggering into you, his hips slightly elevated in an angle meant to pierce through you.

The sound of flesh smacking against each other overpowers even your loudest moan as Albedo pleasured himself inside you desperately, the smell of sex filling your sense of smell. He chases the way your hole drips and wafts with the scent, drawing in a huge breathe whenever your mixed cum spills past his tightly locked dick in you.

And soon his pace became more desperate and short, as he makes quick work at hitting you in your most sensitive part to barely give you time to gasp for air. Your walls clenched down on him so tightly as you came, a cry of his name passing your lips as your back arched—

the pressure made him buckle and he thrusts in deep one last time, tip breaking past your cervix, as his climax enters you in thick strings of warmth.

That was mistake number two: you didn't bring protection with you.

But at that moment you couldn't care less (your cycle just ended anyways, you should be fine), watching him whimper your name in full pleasure as his teeth grinds against each other, his forehead and eyebrows knit and furrow as he releases before it relaxes after he is done.

And then he falls face first to your chest, the renowned Alchemist running out of the minimal stamina he had with him. Buried between the valley of your breast, Albedo had the most serene (almost drunk) expression on his face, lips pressed against the skin over your heart where it beats with fervor from your activity.

He tested another experimental thrust, lighter this time, as he felt your mixed fluids moved around the tiny space. You gave a wailing moan at his action, and he breathlessly laughed at your reaction.

Albedo stayed in you and on you for a few more minutes after that. Still trying to regain strength as your tired pants became the white noise that night.

"Albedo..." he hums against your chest as his arms tightened around your waist, enjoying the peace your hands brought to him as you stroke his cheek. "Albedo, I need to clean up." He jests that you should just keep it in you and you responded with rapid pats, whining at the notion. He chuckles.

It took him a lot of willpower to get up and he made it obvious as hell, taking his time to remove himself off your chest, grumbling that his bed was complaining too much. You let out a cute snort before smacking his arm. Albedo grips your hips as he gently pulls out when he stops suddenly, realizing that the liquids would pour out and make an obvious mess if he were to do so.

His head passes around the immediate area as he pinpoints a peculiar object, plucking it from its plastic package, still new from the bubble wrap. A sharp gasp suddenly comes by you at the cold and hard sensation that replaced Albedo inside you, only a few inches deep as the Alchemist walks off to get tissues. Wary, you looked down to see the object, choking out when you saw its end sticking out past your crotch:

A test tube, pristine and clean, was preventing the fluids from dripping out of your hole.

When Albedo came back with the tissues and spare cloth in hand, he muses at how your deep red face was smacked tightly against your palms. He offers to clean up, a gentle hand carefully pulling out the tube, but you refused and got quick work on yourself. That was enough embarrassment for tonight.

Unbeknownst to you with your busied self, Albedo held the glass vial in close inspection and curiosity. The translucent white liquid barely blocks the night light and produced the same strong scent he'd been chasing the whole night— he sticks his tongue out to taste, ah, slightly salty and sticky.

Albedo wonders what kind of experiment he can do with this.

The obvious lift on the shoulders of the Chief Alchemist was greatly acknowledged by everyone in town who were aware of the impasse the young man had troubled himself with for the past few days. The bags under his eyes were gone, and the tealness he has shined with newfound vigor. Besides the mood shift, many of the knights had also noticed the time spent between the two of you. Missions and expeditions were always coinciding with each other and people barely saw you separated, giggling and smiling to yourselves in your pink world.

One day they finally found out about your relationship when a knight barged in to his laboratory for an urgent matter. Blurting out the Chief Alchemist's name before he realized that you were there, lips locked against each other.

The news spreads fast with that little detail and everyone congratulated you on your relationship.

Behind your bashful smiles, you and Albedo sighed in great relief, thankful to the archons that the knight didn't took notice of your hand under his big white coat that time.

This turned out like this cuz alchemy boy very new to things u_u and little stamina, he needs to exercise more ehe-

@creation-magician @dandelion-dreams @zelos-simp @struggljng @youroffical-weirdo @your-local-venti-simp @indigodreamtime47

[b0ba-chan]

gentry of hermatige

zhongli x fem!reader

cw slight spoilers, mentions of blood, soft service dom!zhongli, size kink, cunnilingus, slight teasing, over stimulation, fat dick zhongli, unprotected sex, reader passes out, mating press, reader is an adventurer, i also dont know how housing works in genshin so the funeral parlor is homing for employees too

after the passing of the archon morax and the defeat of osial, liyue has never been more busy than before. the lantern rite has made your workload almost triple, running to do additional commisions given out by the guild. you always end up coming back to your home city all haggard and beaten up.

you trudge the trail back, yawning as you go to sit on the edge of the cliff to look over the harbor. taking a break, you rest your sore legs while humming the soft tune you heard a street preformer sing. a glaze lily starts to bloom as the sun sets in the horizon, blooming in your face while shining a vibrant icy blue. by plucking it off its stem, the sweet scent swarms your nose as you are reminded of the scent of the man you see around the wangsheng funeral parlor.

he tends to have a sophisticated aura around him while standing with respectable posture, knowing almost everying that has happened in liyues history. you had done some of his commissions, but he did follow along each time.

zhongli joined you while you did his errands, seemingly odd as he is paying you for something he can easily do on his own. but every time he was around you, he told extravagant stories about the history of liyue and how it came to be. it left you hanging onto every word he says that now, you try and visit whenever you can to see him at the parlor. and whenever you seem like you were going to be a bother, he was already waiting for you with a second cup of tea.

you stare at the flower in hand before wincing at the feeling of sharp pain running up your arm. the bandage wrapping your arm was soaked red which signals that you should go back to the pharmacy and get checked up.

your tired legs drag you back to walking the trail, making way to your destination. but before you can tell where you were heading, you open the front door of the parlor. his eyes were already looking at you, though a client was standing befor him while talking business. you tiredly smile and wave at him, flower still clutched in your hand.

“excuse me,” zhongli politely waves off the client, telling him that he is off work for the day to tend to your needs. before he says anything, he reaches a hand up to your red cheek with a look of concern plastered on his face. his hand lifts your wounded arm to take a look before leading you up the stairwell to his respective room.

once the door closes behind the two of you, it hits that you realize that you have only been his office but never his room. the room glowed a warm amber from the many lanterns that lit up the area.

“little miss, you must be more careful with yourself. the bubu pharmacy would have been a better location to visit than me,” zhongli sighs and sits you down on the cushioned seat. he takes out whatever material he has to clean and heal you up.

your face turns red as he uses his teeth to pull each at the glove off of each finger, gently folding to place them on the table. zhongli removes his coat and hangs it up before taking a seat next to you. his slender fingers undo the wrapping on your arm and gently wipe down your wound. you were too focused on how close he was to you.

you didn’t realize how hard you were chewing on your bottom lip until a metallic taste dribbled onto your taste buds. zhongli looks up after finishing his wrap and watching you touch your bloody lip.

“i barely told you two minutes ago to be careful with yourself,” he huffs out a breathy laugh and places his clean hand on your cheek, thumbing away the blood. it was suffocating how dense his aura is, feeling as if he was going to swallow you whole right there.

“why not take a bath, refreshen a bit. don’t mind if you get the bandage wet, i can always replace it.” his hand comes to rest on the top of your head. you blush and nod, accepting the extra clothing he hands over to you as he ushers you to the bath.

he lets you have your time alone to wash up, letting the hot steam seap beneath your skin. you havent felt a comfort of a bath in what felt like ages. though you have hopped in some clean springs to wash up whatever you could, the warmth of an indoor bath never felt better.

you clear your mind over how flustered you were earlier, it wasn’t like you to act this way around zhongli. he always felt more like a good friend you could just sit around with for a while, but now you felt as if there was tension between the two of you. maybe you were just overreacting and he’s just being kind.

you sigh and hop out of the bath, drying yourself off with the towel he had provided you. after completely dry off, you slip on the loose fitting clothes he had offer you. you find him still sitting at the table, this time with two cups of tea.

“thank you, for taking me in.” you take a seat and smile at him, cheeks still red from the steaming bathroom, and possibly from how he made you blush earlier. zhongli nods and takes a sip from his tea, enjoying the comfortable silence. you didnt realize his eyes were on you while you sipped your tea.

“why is it that, once you finally get a break, instead of taking a rest, you come to me.”

the question took you by shock and if you weren’t speechless then, you definitely are now. turn to look at him and his eyes bore into yours, and they started to look like they were glittering gold, brighter than his usual self.

“i- i don’t know, i’m sorry.” you stutter as you advert your gaze away from him, shying away from his intense stare.

“there is no matter in apologizing, i am simply curious to why you enjoy my presence,” zhongli gently pinches your chin between his index and thumb to force you to look him in the eye, “though i may know why you come to me now.”

it happened so fast - zhongli’s lips were against yours leading you. it was so gentle yet firm, making sure you know he was in charge. you felt almost breathless the way he kisses you; his fingers were still holding your chin while his other hand holds onto your thigh, squeezing the flesh gently. he suckles on your tongue, peaking his eye open a little to see you dazed and flustered.

a trail of spit connects your tongues as he pulls away, retracting his hands as he prepares to apologize. your hands grab his wrists and whine, trying to tug him back.

“don’t go, please. i need more.” you whine, letting your guard down as his eyes grow softer. you were in such a needy state and had made all this way just to join him. so it didn’t take much convincing for him to lift you up and take you to his bed.

you have spent nights camping out, having no time to go back home and rest up. when coming in contact with the silk sheets has you melting in the soft comfort. not only were the sheets were bringing you comfort, but zhongli’s lips could rival the softness of the bed.

he kisses down the column of your neck, nibbling the skin to draw out your pitiful whines. your arms loop around his neck to keep him close, not wanting for you to leave you cold and alone in the bed, but it was evident that he wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon. and there was that familiar scent again; glaze lillies and the hint of silk flowers made it all more comforting.

“is this alright?” zhongli fumbles a bit with your clothes, only to continue when you nod in confirmation. he undoes your clothing, taking every piece off gently as he knew you were still injured. his kisses were placed intricately onnyour skin, making sure to place more gentle kisses on your injuries. you felt rather embarrassed, being the only one half naked, pushing his shoulder gently.

“speak up, you have to tell me what you want.” he pulls away, taking place between your thighs and massaging the soft flesh under his bare hands. your hands reach out to grab at his tie, tugging on the fabric.

“please take it off, please. this is embarrassing.” you whine as your face flush a brighter red. he laughs a bit and undoes his tie, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

“you just had to say so, darling. besides, i would not say no to you.” he shrugs off the rest of his clothing, undoing his pants right in front of you. you stare at his chest, a gold tattoo in a geometric pattern was centered on his sternum. it was as if your hand had a mind of it’s own, coming to touch the somewhat glowing decal. he was warm under your hand, heartbeat thumping normally compared to your own anxious heart. his hand comes to rest on top of yours, pressing it closer to his chest.

“i will explain more on a later date, i know you do enjoy my stories. for now let me take care of you.” his fingers intertwine with yours as he leans down to kiss your inner wrist where your pulse is felt against his lips. you nod, preferring to wait for the story on a later time, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close.

your feet kick up when you feel his clothed cock presses against you. you can already tell that he was thick as he grinded up against you, drawling out sweet whines out of your mouth. he trail soft kisses down your neck, kissing between your breast and palming them in his hands. his mouth was then met with the heat kf your clothed cunt. though you were separated by your panties, you could feel his hot breath fanning against you.

zhongli looks up at you, silently asking for permission and once you nod, he slips off the panties. tossing it to the side, he hooks your knees over his shoulders and runs his tongue through your folds gently. your eyes widen and your hands were immediately clutching at his hair.

he hums as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. you were already bucking your hips against his mouth, moaning uncontrollably. his hand comes to your mouth and slips his middle and ring finger into your mouth. you moan and suck on them immediately, one hand freeing his hair to grip his wrist.

he pulls away and spits on your cunt, as if you were soaking the bed underneath you already. the hot liquid melds with your slick, running down your cunt. he takes his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting your lips to the tips of your fingers. cooing at your embarrassment, he slides a wet finger into your cunt.

“a-ah.” you stutter out, gripping the pillows behind you.

“alright, do we need to slow down?” he rubs your thigh lightly, goosebumps growing on your skin under his palm. you shake your head and grind down against his hand to urge him to continue.

he kisses your clit as he continues to tease you with only one finger, trying not to laugh when you whine. you couldn’t even voice out your needs, only squirming under him.

once he finally slides the second finger, it already felt like perfection. he had his lips still attached to your pulsing nub as he scissored you open, curling his fingers a bit and holding your hips down with a firm hand when you get to squirmy. the familiar tight knot was already forming in your core, gummy walls clamping around his fingers as you try your best to grind your clit on his tongue.

he watches with hooded eyes as you ride out your orgasm, even pushing you past the brink to draw tears of pleasure out of your glossy eyes. only when you start to nudge him off he pulls away, looking down at you flustered body and heaving chest as you try and catch your breath.

your eyes wander down his chest as you try to catch your breath, seeing the noticable buldge through his boxers.

“don’t need to worry about me, darling. this is enou-.” before he can finish his sentence you weakly tug at the hem of his boxers, whining.

“no, need you too, please.” you plea, pushing down the clothing. his hard cock slaps his thigh, hanging heavy and hard from watching you lose yourself on his tongue. he doesn't flinch, but you do; you were shocked by his sheer size. you blush and look away when you catch yourself staring, whining when you hear his low chuckle.

“you wanted this, now don’t look away.” zhongli grabs your face to force you to make eye contact with him. he smiles in satisfaction, releasing your cheeks from his grips so you can watch him grab the base of his dick with the same hand. it was obvious that he was bigger than others, thicker than average, but when he slaps his cock gently against your sensitive cunt, it made it all more obvious.

“this little cunt of yours, so small. will you be good and take all of me?” zhongli leans in to whisper in your ear. shivers run down your spine as you whine out a small yes, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

he laughs a bit and positions himself, letting his top nudge at your hole. your breath hitches as he pushes past the first ring of muscle, going tense from the uncomfortable stretch. zhongli knows his size, pausing every once in a while.

he does, however, enjoy how cute you get when he wont hurry up. he sometimes hold his positions for you to adjust because he says he knows what you need. but once he bottoms out, you felt the air knock out of you. your vision goes white as you convulsed under him, thighs tightening around his waist.

zhongli coos as drool dribbles out of your mouth, feeling your walls barely clamp around him. his hand gently pats your cheek, squishing them to shake your limp head. he starts to roll his hips, watching you squirm.

“thats it, good morning, dear.” he smirks as you blink your eyes open. he was trying to hide the fact that he was proud that he made you pass out on him because of his sheer size, but it was evident on his face. you gasp as his tip kisses your cervix, grabbing his shoulder to find some stability.

his thrusts were smooth and slow, letting you adjust to him. but you start begging for more and more, only making him follow your needs. from soft to brutal, his hips were bruising up your thighs with every thrust. you were rendered speechless under him, only squealing when he pushes your knees up, folding you into a mating press.

“sh-shoo deep! t-too deep!” you cry put, clinging to the pillows as he ignores your pleas. he grunts as his bangs cling to his sweaty forehead. your eyes cross and toes curl as hes reaching farther than before.

you couldn’t tell if it was your imagination but you saw a faint golden glow coming from the tip of zhongli’s hair. but it wasn’t the time to think about the cause of light, only having the brain power to go dumb on his cock.

“doesn’t seem like you’re complaining anymore. good girl, i know what yok need.” zhongli growls animalistically, causing you to clamp on him tighter. you squeal and cum once again, squeezing to urge him to cummin you. he groans at the tightening feeling as he releases into you. he continues to thrust to ride out each other’s orgasm, mainly focusing on you. each thrust, more of his cum overflows out of you, making an absolute mess out of each other and the sheets.

you two are panting to the same rhythm, holding onto each other as if it was the the last time you two would see each other. he nudges his nose against yours, pressing a soft kissagainst your lips. you barely could kiss back, letting him do whatever he wanted. he pulls out out of your puffy cunny, flipping over onto his back to hold you to his chest.

“maybe it was the best idea to visit me instead of the pharmacy, my cure seems to be better than anything baizhu could come up with.” zhongli laughs a bit, grabbing your wrist before you could playfully slap his chest. he holds you close for a while, hair still glowing but dimming down as the mood dies down.

“zhongli wha-.”

“how about i explain this all while we take another bath. this slimy feeling is bringing back horrid memories, lets wash up.”

[amane-by-together]

Crème Brûlée || Hanako-kun

part two of crème brûlée

genre: lime

pairing: vampire!hanako x female guest! reader

summary: [name] is now settled in the ghost hotel after being offered by hanako to stay with him. one night, after hanako had finished his errands, he decided to visit [name] in her room. getting messy with hanako during the night doesn't seem so bad after all.

warning: heated content, blood, groping and biting (stay away if ya ain't comfy)

Hanako smiled in satisfaction, finishing the last of his errands for the night since he didn't get to do it while having dinner. He can finally take a break from his duties. It was a tough day managing the hotel's maintenance as they will accommodate the needs of their guests.

As night falls, Hanako can't help but to feel in his intuition that there's something missing. Dinner felt really boring because he just ate some bland food that doesn't even reach his taste buds. The last time he had a good feed was when he licked off the blood on [Name]'s lips.

A smirk spreads across his face, remembering the night before. Hanako had a mental image of [Name] softly calling his name, begging him to make her his. The thought excites him more, constantly being betrayed by needy thoughts about [Name].

Her blood, lips, neck and chest, he wanted them all to himself. Hanako bit his lip, his mind flooding with such sinful thoughts. He stood up from his seat, grabbing a candle holder and lighting up the candles.

Hanako left his quarters and closed the door. He roamed around the silent hallways of the floor, aiming the flame of the candle on his path to see where he was going. It seems that the guests have fallen to rest.

The sound of thunder boomed loudly and the lightning flashes through the glass window from Hanako's peripheral vision. It seems that the storm was still there, maybe it'll take a day or two for it to pass.

'Hopefully she's still awake.' Hanako stopped in front of the door to [Name]'s room. He raised his gloved hand and knocked gently to the wooden door. "May I come in?"

"Just a second~!" [Name] yelled slightly in response, probably organizing some things inside. "You may come in."

Hanako opened the door as it creaked, revealing himself while holding the candleholder. "Good evening." He greeted with a gentle smile. "Thank you for letting me in."

"Good evening to you too, Hanako-kun." [Name] addressed with a sweet tone. Hanako eyed her soft lips, and then the clothes she was wearing; an off-shoulder white dress with lacy sleeves. His amber eyes landed on the glimpse of her cleavage through her dress.

'Now that's a nice view~' Hanako slightly smirked at the sight in front of him, licking the side of his lip. He wanted to lower that dress to see more, but he must lure his prey in before completely trapping her under him. [Name] waited for Hanako to talk, it seems that he's busy staring at her with ogling eyes.

"Um, Hanako-kun?" [Name] waves her hand in front of the male to snap out of his trance. Hanako blinked and its like his breath was taken by her. "Are you alright?" She asked with concern.

"I'm alright." Hanako replied immediately, closing the door behind him and hung his cape by the coat hanger. "I recently finished my duties and ate dinner, honestly the food is bland and it has slight flavor in it so technically I haven't been eating well..."

Hanako suddenly feels light headed as his cheeks flushed, feeling intoxicated towards [Name]. He darts behind her, placing his gloved hand on top of hers and intertwined their hands. [Name]'s cheeks went red at the sudden action. "You smell really sweet tonight..." Hanako inhaled her scent as he puts his arm around her waist.

"H-Hanako—" [Name] stuttered, her knees turning weak because of Hanako. It reminded her back when they first made out in her room, and something tells her that it's happening again.

"Sorry sweetheart, I can't help it~" Hanako whispered, his breath lingering against her ear as if she can feel his lips on that part. "But you look really hot right now..."

[Name]'s heart raced inside her chest. She looks like a scared bunny that is about to be hunted by a hungry wolf. "H-Hanako-kun~" Hanako started to kiss her neck gently as a start. "Right there..."

Hanako softly nibbles at the spot, turning it into a small hickey. There's no backing away now, Hanako was about to dig in to his dessert in front of him. Hanako spins [Name] around before kissing her, looping an arm around her torso then putting his hand on the back of her hair to caress her locks. "Mmm~"

[Name] puts her arms around his neck, tugging Hanako closer. Her fingers sliding in between his choppy locks and taking off his hat. Hanako grows even more eager by licking her bottom lip in which she opens her mouth slightly, letting him slide his tongue inside. 'Ahh, her mouth feels warm.' Hanako thought as he swirled his tongue gently with hers. 'I can't stop kissing her...'

Hanako couldn't pull away from [Name], even if he did, he'll end up wanting more from her. [Name] can feel herself melting against the kiss, her legs weakening and her mind turning foggy with neediness. Both of them slowly pulled away with a string of drool hanging from their tongues, staring at each other with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. "Do you have anything to do after this?" [Name] asks while panting softly.

"Other than you? Not really, how about you?" Hanako bounces a question back to [Name] in which she shakes her head no. Hanako bit his lip, he looked kinda hot while doing that. "I guess it's just you and me tonight~"

Then, an idea came to his mind. Hanako glances at [Name] suggestively. "Wanna get messy with me?~" he asks, holding her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. "Like how things were getting messy last time?~"

[Name] blushed, looking down on her feet. Hanako chuckles lowly at her demeanor, she has always been sweet and shy towards the male. "I wonder how long would it take till I turn you into a mewling mess~" he teased with a playful expression and a glimpse of his fangs were showing. "Hmmm~"

"I would appreciate it if you stop teasing me..." [Name] can feel her whole face getting hotter.

"But I like teasing you dear~" Hanako implied with a cheeky smile as he booped her nose. "You're so cute I could just eat you out~"

[Name] raises her palms and places her fingertips against Hanako's lips. She shyly glances away from the vampire and muttered. "H-Hanako-kun, that's really needy of you..."

"Weren't you needy for me too?" Hanako gently yanks her hands away from his lips and then putting them around his neck as he reeled the maiden closer. "I can feel your lips mumbling for more, you know~" He says, grinning charmingly.

"Let's just continue..." [Name] blurts in with a nervous smile. Hanako tugs her closer in a kiss as [Name] eagerly kissed back. Hanako makes the kiss even more heated by moving his lips sloppily with hers.

Hanako moves [Name] to her bed, not breaking away from her lips. They both fell on the mattress while they were kissing and now Hanako was on top of her as she was underneath him. "Mmmm~ Hanako~"

"[Name], more..."

[Name] parted her lips as Hanako slips his tongue inside of her once again, exploring her wet cavern and leaves nothing unlicked. The sheets turned messy at each movement they make. Hanako pulls back, brushing his hair to the side with a smirk. "I barely did anything and you're already a hot mess~"

"Hmm~ I think I'm still needy." Hanako removes his gloves slowly with the use of his teeth. His amber eyes trailing down to her neck and chest, eyeing them with hunger causing him to lick the side of his lips. "Maybe tasting you again won't be such a bad idea~"

"What do you think? Will you let me have a taste?~"

"I don't mind, I guess..."

"Then, what if I needed more?~"

[Name] squeezed her eyes shut, turning her head away. "I'm just gonna take a tiny sip on each bite, I won't turn you into a raisin, don't worry." Hanako chuckled at her reaction, running his fingers down to her neck. "Just hold my hand again if you feel scared."

"Please be gentle..." [Name] pleaded.

"I'll try not to make it deep." Hanako assured her in which the latter nodded gravely. Hanako hooks his finger to her sleeves and lowering it down to get a better view.

"Why did you lower my dress down?" [Name] asks, feeling a little embarrassed since she's showing too much skin. "I-It feels weird..."

"It's kinda sexy~" Hanako replied with a wink and then stared at her top half. "Besides, I can see your chest better this way~"

"H-Hanako—" Hanako cuts her off by planting a soft kiss on her neck to stop her from talking. [Name] gives in too much when it comes to Hanako like an insect waltzing to a spider's web on purpose.

Not that she's complaining. [Name] is letting Hanako bite her, letting him taste her blood that excites his taste buds. She can feel him breathing against her neck. "Okay, I'll start now..."

A small squeak escapes from her lips as [Name] felt his fangs sinking down her skin, then pulling away with a bit of blood on his teeth. Hanako starts to suck the blood that is coming out from the bite. "H-Hanako-kun..." [Name] whimpered, tears forming from the corners of her eyes.

"So sweet..." Hanako licks off the running blood from her neck. "I need more..."

Hanako did the same with [Name]'s shoulders and near her chest. He wipes the bites after he took small sips of her blood with tissues. Hanako moves down to her thigh, giving it a small bite as the crimson liquid runs down in his mouth. "H-Hanako-kun~" [Name] calls him in a weak voice. "I-I think that's enough..."

"Alright then," Hanako tore his mouth away from her thigh, licking the remaining blood on his fingers and the bite mark. "Thanks for the dessert~"

"It's like you're treating me more like a dessert than an actual person." [Name] pouted.

"Sorry dear, I have a sweet tooth. You know I can't resist sweet things like you~"

[Name] initiated the kiss first, which caught Hanako off guard but he went along with it by taking the lead midway. She can probably taste her own blood since Hanako fed off her blood recently. His hands slithered down to fondle with her chest. "Mmmm~ Hanako-kun... more please..."

"You're liking this aren't you?" Hanako whispers softly in which [Name] nods her head timidly. Hanako pulls her up by her legs and wrapped them around his torso, setting her on his lap. "Look at you all hot and bothered~"

"So soft..." Hanako digs his face between her chest, inhaling her scent. [Name] patted his hair, sometimes his duality is concerning. Like a minute ago, he was ravishing her body and now he's a soft boy.

"For someone who has lived longer, you sure do act like a kid, Hanako-kun." [Name] softly said as she played with his hair. Hanako chuckled smugly and lifted his head.

"I may act like a child, but I know how to please a woman~" He smirked. His eyes glowed an ominous gold as his fangs shimmered against the candle light.

Color filled [Name’s] cheeks. "Aish you’re such a tease-" [Name] pouted and smacked his head while he laughed. Hanako leans in for a kiss, then a loud crash can be heard from outside of the room. "What was that?!"

"It's probably something else." Hanako sweatdrops, looking over to the door. "I'll check it out later, I still have to finish my treat." Hanako turns to her and smiled innocently.

[Name] was panting heavily as Hanako was groping her chest while marking her all over her top half. 'He's definitely enjoying this.' She thought as a soft moan came out of her lips. "What if someone sees the marks?"

"Then they'll know you belong to me~" Hanako smirked, cupping her cheeks and kissing her abruptly. [Name] started to unbutton his top as Hanako guides her hands till it was fully off to reveal his white undershirt. "[Name]..."

"Do you love me?" Hanako asks, his eyes turning soft towards [Name] and a small blush can be seen on his cheeks.

"Of course, Hanako-kun." [Name] smiled at the male in front of her. "I love you."

"I love you too." Hanako replied, his hand sneaking behind her, slowly lowering the zipper of her dress. Hanako connected his lips once again as he toppled on top of [Name].

It's up to your imagination on what happens next~

The next day, Hanako was back in his quarters to do his task with [Name] helping him organize the files. The telephone rang on Hanako's table, startling him a bit. "Hello, this is the manager speaking." He greeted.

"Hi, I would like to file a complaint." The guest started to speak from the other line. "Last night I heard some noises coming which made difficulty for me to sleep, maybe you can find the source of the noise? It sounded like a girl's voice if I can remember."

Hanako and [Name] knew what the person meant. [Name] blushed heavily, covering her whole face as Hanako whistled innocently. "Thank you for calling dear guest, I'll be sure to find the source of the voice and maybe I'll have a nice discussion with them~" Hanako wiggled his eyebrows at [Name], knowing that those sounds came from her.

After the call, Hanako grinned teasingly at [Name]. "I didn't know you were that loud last night~"

a/n: guess what, there's a part two :') and due to the law of nature i updated :)

[devildomdoofus]

Lemon Dreams: Part 1

[NSFW]

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

a bit of spicey lil dreams the brothers have of MC. If requested, I’ll add the undateables (minus Luke) into a Part 3.

Gender-Neutral as always.

MINORS:

DO NOT INTERACT

DO NOT PROCEED

Be smart, have common sense.

I’m not responsible for your irresponsibility.

You see the warnings. I put them out plainly. Adhere.

‼️WARNINGS‼️

NSFW, mature theme, mature content, implied intercourse, nudity, swearing, light bondage, BDSM, tidbit of pet play, wet dreams,

IF I MISSED ANY, PLEASE INFORM ME

Author’s Note (Sorry, I’ll try to be brief):

Trying my hand at some “light” N S F W content to see how I do and see how it goes.

Thank you all, once again, for the love and support and positive responses!! You’re enjoyment is the reason I keep doing what I love to do✨ Please: stay healthy, stay safe, stay you, and stay ruling them all, MCs 💕

- DevildomDoofus

💙Lucifer:

Regrettably, it has been nearly a millennia since he’s had any amount of a decent shuteye due to his brothers’ antics, his oversight of R.A.D., and obligations to Diavolo so you can only imagine the amount of fatigue that he felt in his mind, body, and soul. But because of his image and his own personal desire to be nothing short of perfect, he couldn’t simply rest whenever or wherever he pleased. It was outlandish to even consider the idea. Unfortunately, the side effects of denying himself any form of rest were starting to show. It was causing him to make mistakes he wouldn’t normally make and Diavolo had to personally intervene, using his authority on behalf of his dear friend’s health or lack thereof and demanded that he take a day off. He was the only one in all of the realms that could try and convince this workaholic to put on the breaks. You, yourself, have tried before but Lucifer was as stubborn as the days of summer were long and you felt like you were talking to a brick wall. But because Lucifer could not deny his prince’s demands, he reluctantly obliged... but not without absolute confirmation that nothing would go wrong while he was absent and as soon as he felt rested enough, he would return immediately.

Locking himself away in his room while putting a soundproof spell on the outside of it, he finally sits down at his desk and leans back in his chair as he sluggishly closes his eyes. The silence was both mildly relaxing and extremely uncomfortable as it was so rare for the world around him to be so... quiet. so undisturbed. So peaceful.

It was a bit unnerving.

He sighs deeply. This whole resting thing was going to be a lot more difficult than he originally thought. He stands up to go grab a vinyl record, places it on the antique gramophone and turns the device on. The orchestra makes their way through the metal funnel and the melody of the instruments echo beautifully throughout his room. “Much better,” he hums to himself. He tosses his coat aside, unbuttons his vest and drops it to the floor, removes his button-up shirt, kicks off his shoes, and does away with his belt while his pants follow suit. He dons his nighttime robe and finally slides into his bed. As soon as he hits the mattress, his eyes shut and his mind turns off, allowing him to drift swiftly into a deep slumber.

The dream started out like any other dream he’s had in his life; it’s mundane and not much is going on. It’s practically the same as ‘bringing work home with him’ but in his dreams. He’s at his desk, crossing his t’s, dotting his i’s, finalizing some paperwork, and the like, while the stress from his waking hours begins to find its way back to him like a boomerang.

Then, as if by magic, all of his stress melted away as soon as he heard a knock on his door along with your voice calling for him softly on the other side. He smirks. “You may enter.” He kept his head low as you stepped in due to the fact that he was finishing signing a particular paper. “Just a moment,” he instructs, as the last cursive letter finds its place on the paper. He begins to lift his eyes to meet yours. “Now, what can I do for yo-...” He freezes.

There you were, standing before him, in nothing but one of his ties hanging loosely around your neck. His jaw clenches and his fist tighten into a ball so firmly that his knuckles turn white under his gloves.

‘Like a lamb to it’s slaughter,’ he quotes, internally.

Needless to say, the dream takes a more DRASTIC turn and he’s got you bent over the desk, hands tied up with his tie that you so graciously considered to bring with you, and his name pouring out of your lips like a faucet. He’s taking you all for himself, piece by divine piece, with every snap of his hips, bite of your skin, and claw of your flesh. What a sight you were beneath him.

The moment he wakes, his body is covered in a ‘morning’s dew’ of sweat and the sheets of his bed have become painfully heavy on his lower half. His heart is still thumping wildly in his chest and his eyes are darting everywhere in his room, ensuring that he’s alone and no one can see him in such a disheveled state. He uses part of his robe to dab away the sweat from his brow and then rubs his eyes as he collects himself.

Spends the next many few hours calming himself down and hoping that he is blessed by some unholy miracle where NOBODY walks in...

especially you...

with nothing but his tie hanging loosely around your neck and-...

Ah shit.

The following morning at breakfast, he is eyeing you rather heavily from across the table and his brothers take notice but never dare to say a word. They just assume that you’ve done something to piss him off again and want no part of it.

They are not entirely wrong, though. You had unknowingly irked him quite a bit.

You entered his dreams without permission, made such a delectable spectacle of yourself in front of him, and caused him to feel things that no other demon, angel, human, nor any other soul for that matter, has been able to make him feel. And now he has to deal with these explicit thoughts and feelings, especially when you’re around or in his vicinity, along with many other things that demand his attention and it’s all just so irritating. Delightfully irritating. The kind of irritating he secretly enjoys.

The next few days, you never really get the sense that anything is off with Lucifer for how well he carries himself, no matter his circumstances, and yet... he seems to be less physical with you. Normally, he would give you the occasional hand on the shoulder or upper back when you needed guidance, allow you to lean on his shoulder when your days had been particularly rough and you needed to rest, or pinch your cheek when he teased you but lately... he wouldn’t even keep eye contact with you for very long without turning away and- was that a hint of pink in his cheeks? No, surely you are imagining things. Lucifer, blushing? Has the devildom froze over?

💛Mammon:

This poor, sweet and a little bit sleazy man was just SO exhausted from having to get up early that morning when he’d normally sleep in, to go to a school he doesn’t ever really pay attention to, as well as constantly keep lower demons from getting anywhere near his precious MC, bribe Levi to do his homework in exchange for an exclusive Ruri-Chan figurine (which he went into further debt to obtain), keep his overbearing fanbase from his modeling jobs happy on social media... it all was simply too much for The Great Mammon to be doing when he could alternatively be doing something better. Like being lazy sleeping off this R.A.D lag.

He had skipped his last few remaining classes and told you he was headed to your room to crash before school let out and you two could hang out later. He plopped onto your bed, nuzzled his face into one of your pillows, and fell asleep shortly after to your sweet aroma surrounding him.

His dream began as they typically do, with him gambling his Grimm for higher payouts or watching the Devildom stock market fluctuate in his favor... or more often times than he’ll ever admit, it’s just the two of you spending some quality time together alone for a change.

Only this time, his dream didn’t end up the way it typically did.

In his dream, he was sitting next to you on the sofa with his arm resting behind your head wanting to wrap it around you so fucking badly and watching whatever you had put on when it was interrupted by the winning lottery ticket read out. He leapt from couch with a big yell and the winning ticket in hand, and rushed to hug the tv and to kiss the demon inside of it, thanking him, Lady Luck, and anyone else involved in his incredible fortune today. As he turned around to come squeeze you tight with excitement and have you share in his celebration, his whole body tensed and he stopped in his tracks. He had become a deer in the headlights.

You were now lewdly postured on the couch, bare and exposed, excluding how you were practically dripping in gold jewelry/accessories whilst surrounded by enormous piles of Grimm. With one finger, you beckoned him over.

To say that this is one of his all time favorite fantasies would be THE understatement of the millennia.

He was in front then over you in a matter of milliseconds, his demon form taking over his body and stealing noises from you that the entire House of Lamentation- no- the entire Devildom could hear and FUCK he loved that thought almost as much as he adored you he cared about you; the thought that the entire Devildom could hear that you were his and his alone, that no other soul could make you feel like this.

And just as it was about to get really good, he wakes up.

Red faced, breathing heavily, and a thick coat of sweat all over his body. Not to mention the newfound, painful tightness in his pants.

He’s jerking his head around the room to confirm hoping to deny that is was all simply a dream, and to be certain that you hadn’t come back from school early or something and found him like this.

“Unholy shit.” He wipes the sweat from his face and then takes his phone in his hand to check the time. “UNHOLY SHIT!!” You had texted that you were on your way back home 10 minutes ago! He had to be quick.

He replaced the sweaty sheets and pillow cases with new ones, adjusting them so that it looked as it had before he slept on them, tied his school uniform coat around his waist to disguise the ‘friendly neighborhood bachelor,’ and darted like a bat out of devildom to his room, avoiding major hallways and doors to ensure that no one could stop him or chase him down and see him in his predicament.

You can be sure that for the next few weeks, he’s avoiding you like the plague. He sends texts that he is “paying off a debt and can’t make it,” or “Sorry MC, I’m a little tied up at the moment. This Grimm won’t make itself.” and to you it was a little odd, but nothing he hasn’t exactly done before, so you go about your days as normal. Poor Mammon has once spent an entirety of four months working a few jobs to pay off one big loan.

If only you knew how often he was reliving that dream in his head, over and over and over again. For such a thing to become reality? Well... he feels he’d have better luck winning the lottery. But just as he gambled, he wouldn’t give up so easily.

🧡Leviathan:

It is not uncommon for Leviathan to have certain dreams about certain individuals he enjoys, be it anime characters, video game characters, idols that he fawns over, etc. It’s normal. Quite often, in fact, but he would rather LITERALLY DIE before he ever admits to such a thing, much less have anyone think he has a crush. With his brothers as they are known to be, he’d never live it down. Which is one of the reasons why he keeps himself locked away in his room and goes on binges of whatever it is he’s invested in at the time. He’s left alone to do and be as much of himself as he pleases without judgment. It is one particular episode of an anime he had been bingeing for several hours that has him with his head resting upon his keyboard and ever so slightly snoring away as the characters converse in the background. It wasn’t boring in the least, it’s just that his eyes refused to stay open any longer and his body decided for him that it was about time for a proper nap.

His dream began as normal, with him on a quest to save the renowned, royal heir from the ten-headed beast that guarded the tower in which they were kept. The journey to the tower was extensive and not without its obstacles, the battle was epic, in every sense of the word, and the reward for it’s heads would match the gratification of the victory that ensued it.

Little did he know that in that tower, it wasn’t just any royal heir lying in wait for their prince to come, as they had always been. It was you.

You, in all of your glory, draped across the bed and adorned with the finest of cloths that were barely covering your most intimate of skins.

As he entered your bedroom chambers, expecting to find a fictional character he adored in his waking hours, he stops dead in his tracks and his entire body turns red hot in matter of seconds. You could easily hear the thumping of his heart throwing heavy blows at his ribcage, and, if you looked close enough, you could see the steam trickling out of his ears. You could also hear the clinking of his amor, the metal plates shaking against one another as he trembles before you.

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

Yes, he’s had plenty of dreams like this before but.. fuck.. they were never of you. Much less like this. Believe him, he’s tried on many occasions to at least see your face or hear your voice, ANYTHING. But inevitably, his anxiety and shyness won in the end and you never came passing through his dreams... until now.

You leant against one arm, your lips curling into a smile, and then beckoned him silently with one crook of a finger.

Anxiety and shyness who?

He quickly does away with the heavy armor, tossing them aside, and crawls across the bed to you, to your face, to those precious lips.

He takes a hold of them in his own and seemingly devours you as he strips you of what little cloth covered you and then pushes you back down against the bed. The dream continues with your bodies intertwining in every way that earned him the lewdest of noises from you.

Until he jerks awake with his face a deep shade of crimson, body covered from head to toe in a mist of sweat, and a heartbeat that could put a drum solo to shame. He quickly scans his surroundings as he’s coming back to reality, making sure he’s the only one within a mile’s radius. If anyone thought he was a hermit now, you can only imagine what it would be like if he was caught looking the way that he did. The anime that he had fallen asleep to was now on a screen that was asking for confirmation if he was still watching. He presses the power button on his computer and wipes away the sweat on his brow before leaning back in his chair, eyes glued to the ceiling as he’s recollecting the dream. He sees the faces you were making in pleasure pass through his mind once more and it makes his face turn 30 shades redder and increases the painful tightness in his snug sweatpants. He shakes his head, no longer wanting to continue digging this grave of overwhelming lust, and plants his head back onto the keyboard. Lord Diavolo, please, just kill him now.

The following months, Leviathan stays locked away in his room and avoids you as if you were the final boss of a game he never wants to stop playing. He knew that if he saw you, got near you, or even heard your name being mentioned, there would be no way of stopping his thoughts, his body’s reactions to those thoughts, nor his brother’s comments about how he’s “acting awfully strangely.”

As much as he wishes that he never had the dream in the first place because of all of the trouble it’s causing, he can’t help but relive it over and over again, putting it on repeat in his mind. But to admit to you these powerful feelings and attempt to bring it to reality? Only normies do such a thing... right?

💚Satan:

Line after line, chapter after chapter, book after book, he simply could not put the new series he had discovered down. He was so invested, he’d finish one book and immediately pick up the next. His mind was reeling far too fast for him to stop now and nothing in all of the three realms could do so. That is until his own body waved it’s white flag and begged for him to shut his eyes, even if for just moment. Satan bargained, internally, that he’d allow himself roughly thirty minutes of rest before he’d pick back up where he left off. He sets the book on a nearby desk, settles down onto his loveseat and closes his eyes.

As a man of many talents and faces, his dreams were known to be as heavily diverse as he was, and often times reflected whatever book he had been reading, philosophy he had been pondering, or stress he had been managing. No one particular type of dream frequented more than another.

That being said, in the past few weeks, you had been a bit more physical with him. Whether it was a simple brush of the hands as you two reached for the same novel, late night study sessions ending up in late night study and cuddling sessions, or the occasional linking of arms as the pair of you walked the length of a museum and studied its inhabitants. It goes without saying that you were making an impression on him and his mind, leaving little to no room for any other thoughts than the ones involving you. Naturally, you had found your way into his dreamworld and you were the one constant in the ever changing slumber visions.

The dreams that you were involved in, which were now a majority of them, were mostly sweet; the most intimate being the one time you had placed a chaste kiss upon his cheek. If you were to ask him about these dreams that had him chipper than usual, he would smile and tell you that “they were simply pleasant hallucinations but nothing more.” And he’d be lying through his teeth, desperately trying to keep his cheeks from reddening in front of you. If you were lucky enough that his gaze lingered, you’d catch the tint of pink making its way across his face. The poor inner romantic in him couldn’t help himself. He’s mastered the art of poker face in its entirety, but when it came to you, his willpower and calm demeanor waned into nothingness and he was like putty in your hands. Just don’t push it or there will be Devildom to pay.

This particular time around, though, his dream would take a more unforeseen turn.

In his dream, he had invited you to join him on an outing over to the Royal Library and you two were now making your way to your favorite lone table in the farthest back corner, hidden behind the many shelves of books. After claiming your usual spot, he went to gather the books he wanted to go through and planted himself in the chair to finally open them up and get started. Meanwhile, you had wandered off, presumably, to find and create your very own mountain of novels to conquer.

An hour or so passed and he had made his way through five of his books when he felt a tap against the cover of the one he was currently reading. “Forgive me, MC, but I’m almost done with this paragraph and I need just one more moment to do so.” Another tap against the cover. “May it wait, MC? I’m nearly finished.” This time, you gingerly grabbed the tip of his book and tilted it away from him (a pet peeve of his). Just as he was about to give you his trademark glare of warning, his eyes widen and his jaw clenches, with his fingers letting go of the book and tightening into a fist taut enough to turn his knuckles white.

There you stood before him in little to no clothing, fluffy little cat ears and a tail to match, with a leash and collar adorning your precious neck. You took his stiffened hand, ever so slowly opened it up, and delicately placed the end of the lead into his palm, flashing him your cheekiest grin.

Now you’ve gone and done it. He snaps.

He jerks the end of the lead so that you’re aggressively pulled forward, bending over the table and sending the piles of books to the floor with audible thuds, and your lips crash into his. He uses his free hand to trap cradle the other side of your face as he devours your lips, devours your taste. Impatient and hungry, he soon lets you go with a low growl before standing up and dragging you behind him, forcefully, by the lead, coming to the front of a shelf that leant against a wall and grabbed your waist, lifting you up to push you against it, having more books tumble to the floor with a sound thud, while once again, taking your lips with his. Something about the way you looked, the way you sounded because of his actions, drove him completely mad.

Before it could go any further, he jerks wakes to the sound of someone knocking on his door. He quickly scans his surroundings and when he finds it empty, he breathes a heavy sigh of relief. The knocks continue and from beyond the door, a familiar voice requests his audience. “Satan? It’s Solomon. My apologies, but I just wanted to return a borrowed book.”

He reaches for a nearby cloth and dabs away the sweat that covered his face. He steadies his breathing and in the stablest voice he could muster, he answers back, “Alright. One moment please.”

“Take your time,” the sorcerer replies.

He gathers himself quickly, as the master of his own emotions does, hoisted up from the loveseat, straightens himself out and starts to head for the door but with a quick glance downwards, he pauses. There’s no way he could greet Solomon with such a visible... display...

He takes his coat from the coatrack, wraps it around his waist and finally opens the door with a welcoming smile.

“Thank you kindly for the recommendation. It was a pleasant read,” Solomon tittered in recollection then immediately shifted into a frown of concern. “Satan... are you alright? Forgive my intrusion, but you seem a bit disheveled.” The disheveled man in question nods, chuckling in hopes of deterring Solomon from pressing any further by lightening his aura. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. I simply had a bit of a nightmare.” Solomon raised a brow and Satan continued in his tall tale. “It had been so long since I’ve had one, so I’m sure you can imagine how unnerving it’s effects had on me.” Moments passed like molasses as Solomon pondered what Satan had said and the uncomfortable silence was wearing down on Satan’s last minute, makeshift composure. “Thank you for returning the book,” Satan’s voice firmly interjecting the fellow wise man’s thoughts as he received the book from his hands, “and I’m delighted that you enjoyed yourself.” He holds the book in front of where the coat covered his waist. “If you wish for more recommendations, I’ll be happy to share them with you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some tea to drink and a book to read to calm my nerves. Good day, Solomon.” Before Solomon could get a final word in, Satan slips back into his room and shuts the door. For good measure, he locks it and turns the deadbolt. He shuffles back over to the loveseat where it all began and dropped down, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a heavy sigh. The blush that wanted so desperately to creep it’s way into his complexion the moment he’d awoken was now set free and his entire face turned red. He knew how to keep a tight grip on every other emotion he’s ever had... but love? Lust? This was going to be a challenge.

Outside of the door, not having moved an inch, Solomon stood with his chin snug between the crook of his forefinger and thumb. “Can demons have nightmares...?” He audibly contemplated as he waited a moment, following his train of thought before asking himself aloud again, “If so... then why did Satan have an erection?”

A pair of delicate hands found their way to Solomon’s shoulders and he glanced over them to see Asmodeus leaning in close to his ear. “It’s called a kink, darling.” Solomon politely shoos away the embodiment of lust with a gentle wave of his hand before starting down the hall from which he came, with the demon practically skipping in tow. “Kinks, we both know, I’m aware of. I had just assumed that his.. situation.. would be more relative to Belphegor.”

“Well,” Asmodeus chirped, “that’s what you get for assuming.”

[bloodpacks-archive]

'tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.' with saeyoung please and thanks. you know he would bitch you know he would :) love you

hi hi love u too also everyone go listen to just like honey by the jesus and mary chain this is an order

honeyed | saeyoung choi

warnings: i can’t really think of anything but essentially saeyoung really likes his girlfriend and thinks she’s very pretty and he goes out to do work in the cold and doesn’t wear a fucking coat

word count: 2.1k

The cold bites into Saeyoung’s fingers, pressing at his skin as he reworks the security system. He curses himself over and over for not grabbing the gloves before he came outside. Snow falls down and around him, landing on the exposed skin of his hands as he works. It stings as it hits his flesh, and he sighs, leaning his forehead against the cool metal in front of him and closing his eyes. He’s almost done, if he can just keep it together for five more minutes in this damn cold.

He pulls down the sleeves of his jacket and feels a shiver run through his back and down the rest of his body. The tip of his nose feels almost numb, so he brings his hands up to his face, blowing warm air into cupped hands (or sleeves, he supposes) until he can feel his nose once more. His glasses fog with the warmth of his breath, but it’s quick to go away. He shakes out his hands, and then he returns to his work.

Though his mind is quick to know what he has to do, his fingers are moving much slower than they would normally. They hurt as he tries to move them through the wires, but it’s only a few moments later when he finishes, and he immediately tucks his hands into his jacket pockets. He lets out a breath as he watches the system return to life, a little green light flashing back at him, though the chill of the air leaves his vision foggy from his own breathing. When the light stays on for a few seconds, he rushes back into the bunker, stretching out his hands and hoping to get feeling to return to them.

His ears burn, and he knows just from the feeling that they’re bright red. He shakes as he tries to take his jacket off, hanging it back up beside the entryway. He massages his hands, hoping to return the blood back to them, but it seems that no matter how much he tries, they still hurt with the feeling of the freezing outside air. As he sniffs and brings a hand up to feel the chill of his nose, he hears something—a sweet sound, something floating through the walls of their bunker and filling it with a lovely set of chords.

Is that music? He wonders, kicking off his snow-ridden shoes to follow the sound that seems to fill their little home. He turns a corner into the kitchen, and sees her there, her phone sitting on the counter away from her, music flowing out of its speakers. Her back is turned to him, and she’s much more focused on the sway of her hips and the two mugs in front of her to have noticed his presence anyway.

A smile creeps onto his face as he moves towards her, his steps quiet and light on the floor. She’s mixing something into the mugs, her fingers delicate on a spoon as she swirls whatever’s in there. He places his hands on her waist, the thick material of her (his) sweatshirt between their skin. The sweatshirt hangs loosely on her, the neck wide enough to expose a large part of the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the flesh there.

She laughs, a warm hello falling past her lips as she tilts her head away from him to allow him to continue to run kisses up her shoulder and neck. A smile pulls at his lips as he plays with the hem of her shirt, until finally he slips his hands beneath it and feels the touch of her warm, bare torso against the chill of his fingers. At the same time, he buries his nose into her skin, feeling the warmth on her neck as well. She gasps, turning around in his arms and squirming a bit at his touch.

“Saeyoung!” She scolds, and he laughs, low, bowing his head until their foreheads almost meet. Her hands come up to his cheeks, and he hadn’t realized until then just how cold his entire face was. Her hands are so warm against him, he wants to bury himself as far into her as he can possibly go, feel her touch all along his skin until any chill that’s ever lived in him can be dispelled.

She brings his gaze up to hers, guiding him with her hands. She turns his head, her fingers running over his skin. She traces the shell of his ear and he hears her sigh. Her hands return to his cheeks and his gaze is back on hers once more. Her brows are furrowed, her eyes flitting over his face. He notices that, despite the way she gasped at his touch, she hasn’t dared to move his hands out from under her sweatshirt. He lightly rubs his thumb against the flesh of her hip and feels the way she shivers under him.

“You’re so cold,” She begins, “I didn’t realize how long you were out there.” Her fingers return to his ear, and he can’t even feel her fingertips against him. He knows she’s warm though, and he’ll take that warmth as much as he can. “God,” She breathes through bitten laughter, “You are such an idiot. Why didn’t you wear more layers?”

“I had a jacket-“ He begins, but he’s cut off by a pointed look.

“A coat next time, please. And gloves. And maybe a hat too.” Her voice softens towards the end of her sentence, and she leans to look at his reddened ears once more. She sighs again, and then leans up, pressing her lips to his cheek, only a little bit in front of his ear. He hums, and then follows her as she pulls away, leaning in until he’s buried his face into the crook of her neck. Her hands move to his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp as he pushes himself further into her. The music still plays throughout their kitchen, and she moves her hands to the rhythm until suddenly he’s doing the same to her. His hands are now up and around her back, still beneath her sweatshirt, but he’s wrapped them around her, and now he’s begun to trace the patterns in her flesh in line with the song that seems to envelop them.

“You’re so warm,” He mumbles into her skin. She laughs again, and then he feels the way she presses her lips to the top of his head. He pulls away from her then, letting his hands return to her hips. Her hands settle around his neck, but then she moves one of them up, her finger lightly tapping his nose.

“Still red,” She says, but he follows her touch until he’s leaned back into her, using his nose to barely trace up her neck and down her jaw.

“But now I can feel you,” He replies, and he relishes in the way her skin feels against him. Now, he’s begun to warm up more, and he can feel the way her skin presses against him, can feel more than just the subtle touch of warmth and pressure. He knows the divots of her body, can feel the texture in the flesh of her hip.

“And your ears?” She asks, and he feels her hand come up to trace one of them. “How about them?”

He hums. “Still numb,” He replies, voice flat. She shakes her head at him, but there’s laughter in her breath, and she leans up then, pressing her lips to the outside of his ear in a sweet kiss. Then she twists in his arms to kiss his other ear, and then returns to the first side to kiss his cheek, repeating the motion slowly—moving closer and closer to the center of his face until she’s kissed both corners of his mouth.

“Your hands are warmer,” She notes, before reaching up to press her lips to the tip of his nose.

“How unfortunate,” He replies, lightly pressing his fingertips into her hips, “Seeing you squirm was so much fun.”

She scoffs, swatting at his chest before turning away from him to attend to the almost-forgotten mugs that sit on the counter behind her.

“Anyway,” She begins, “I made tea for you.” She pushes one of the mugs closer to him on the counter, motioning for him to take it, and so he begrudgingly moves his hands away from her waist and onto the mug that sits in front of him.

It’s not hot, but it’s warm, and steam still rises and swirls in front of them as they both move to take sips.

“It’s not as hot as it was when you came in, but it has honey in it,” She interrupts herself to take another sip from her mug. “You know, just how you like it.” She tilts her head at him, and she’s right, it is exactly how he likes it; his favorite kind of tea that V had bought him so many years ago, and now he keeps buying because God that guy knows his teas, and just a little bit of honey to make it a little sweeter.

And it’s weird, standing in front of her, his ears still numb from the cold but the rest of him so warm with something other than the physical kind. She looks so beautiful in front of him, one of his favorite mugs so big in her hands, her hair falling around and into her face, his sweatshirt hanging off of her shoulders.

Without another thought, he puts his mug back down onto the counter and plucks hers from her hands as well, placing it right next to his. She looks at him with a quirked brow, her head tilted and her lips drawn into a smile as he moves. When he raises a not-quite-warm-enough hand to her cheek, she doesn’t hesitate to lean into his touch. He leans in then, and finally presses his lips to hers.

She tastes sweet, just like honey and citrus and whatever else is in that damn herbal tea. She melts into his touch, quick to follow him in whatever action he takes. He pulls away to look at her, lets his eyes flit over her face for as long as she’ll allow him. His thumb brushes over her cheekbone, and he can feel the way her cheeks pull into a smile beneath his touch.

She moves forward to press another short kiss to his lips, but he goes to follow her as she pulls away. She laughs, sugared breath across his nose, and brings her hand so it sits between them as a divider.

“No,” She teases, a smirk pricking at her voice, “I didn’t make this tea just for you to get distracted and let it cool.” A soft whine leaves his throat, making her laugh a little more, but he complies—though he does grab her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before finally letting her go.

They both return to their tea, but he hardly lets them move out of their position. She’s still leaned against the counter, and he doesn’t dare move any farther away from her—he likes being able to comfortably rest his hand on her hip anyway.

And so they sip their tea together—sometimes interrupted by kisses, though neither of them can be entirely sure who starts them after a while—and eventually Saeyoung forgets the cold from outside. He’s warm here, and she’s here, and when she laughs into his skin, or when he can feel the way she smiles against him, there’s hardly room for anything but an overwhelming warmth all throughout his body.

When they’ve both finished their tea, he sets their mugs to the side, and leans in close to her once more. His nose brushes against her jaw and her ear, and he presses kisses to any skin he has access to.

“What about now?” He whispers, “Can I be distracted now?”

She laughs, twisting so he has to look at her—though he could hardly describe that as any kind of chore.

“Yes,” She replies, “Certainly.”

And so he does—he becomes entirely enraptured by her. He lifts her up onto their countertop, and she gasps a bit at that, but he’s quick to lean up and press his lips to hers.

And she still tastes sweet, just like honey and citrus, the warmth of the tea so clear on her lips.

And that music still plays throughout their kitchen. Just like honey, it repeats, guitar chords filling up their entire home.

Just like honey.

tag list: @drketim @kimjihyun @dis-gorl

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 6

A/N: Part 6 is here lovelies! I honestly wish it didn’t take me forever to write just one chapter 😭

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, some implications of sex because it’s Lucifer we’re talking about here

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

“Lucifer.” You stood there by the bar trying to get the man’s attention.

The tall man in the suit straightened up once he heard your voice, a glass of alcohol was in his hands as he slowly turning around to face you.

“Well well, if it isn’t my favorite Chthonian, Hekate.” A sly smile broke out on the man’s face. “Surprised to see you here princess, I haven’t seen you in decades.” His dark eyes roamed your frame and the simple clothes you wore while you squinted your eyes at him. “My, you look ravishing as always.”

“Hello Lucifer.” Your voice was firm.

Sam, Bucky, and Zemo had just caught up with you after having to squeeze through everyone, their eyes darting between you and the mysterious, tall, expensive looking man in front of you. Who was this guy and why were you talking to him? And from the way he was looking at you, they began to think he was a previous fling of yours, and though they did not want to admit it, I dare say they were beginning to feel a bit green.

“Well, tell me.” The man finished his drink before pouring himself another glass. “What brings you all the way over here to my little dominion? I’d offer you a drink but I know how much you despise it.”

“I don’t despise it.” You rolled your eyes. “Your liquor collection tastes like piss anyways.”

“I beg your pardon, I always choose the best. You insulting my taste buds now? Truth is, you just can’t get drunk.” He scoffed, turning to you again, swirling the contents of his glass around before taking a sip. “You and your intolerably high tolerance, must be miserable. So tell me, why are you here? Not that I don’t enjoy your company darling.”

“I’m here to collect up on a favor.”

“Oh? Are you now?” The same sly smile retuned to his face as he took a step closer to you. “Does it involve a little you and me? A bit of the ole snog and shag? I’ve always heard how electrifying and intoxicating of an experience it is to be with a Greek deity.”

“Keep that up and I’ll recreate my moment with Julius Caesar.” Your smiled sarcastically, clenching your jaw as you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Oh how you hated his smug ass sometimes.

“Well I’d certainly love to tangle with you darling. Oh wait....you meant the stabbing didn’t you. Of course you would.”

Sam stepped up in front of you with his fists clenched, glaring at Lucifer once he heard the little exchange. “Hey man, I don’t like you talking to her like that.”

“Yeah. Neither do I.” Bucky stepped up in front of you as well, squaring up against Lucifer. Even Zemo stood close behind, making you look up at him as he was now right beside you, ready to fight the man if need be. If there was one thing he didn’t like, it was definitely vulgarity.

Lucifer smiled in surprise, scoffing at the three men who had now shielded you behind them. It was now your turn to scoff, rolling your eyes at their defensive behavior before pulling them apart so you can get through. “Chill out you three, for fucks sake, I’m not in danger.”

“But-“ Sam tried to argue but you cut him off.

“Trust me, he’s not a threat. And if he was, you don’t want to fight him.”

“Well who are these three dashing gentlemen?” Lucifer quirked a brow as he eyed them all. “Ohh, what’s this? Terminator, Amenadiel 2.0, and Viktor Krum? Are they your little boy toys Hekate?”

Bucky, Zemo, and Sam were fuming as they all tried to charge again, but you held your arms out, smacking them aside. “Watch your mouth Lucifer. They’re my colleagues.”

“That’s never stopped anyone.” He took another sip.

“What’s your deal man?” Sam scowled.

“Well don’t be rude Hekate. Where’s the proper introduction?” Lucifer gestured as his eyes roamed over them.

You sighed before you started to introduce them to each other. “This is Sam, Bucky, and Zemo. Guys, this is-“

“Lucifer Morningstar.” He boasted, slightly bowing. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Lucifer Morningstar?” Bucky cocked his head back as he did a double take.

“Yes, well I said that just now didn’t I.”

“As in the devil?” Sam smirked as if this was a joke. “Horns, tail, pitchfork, half goat devil?”

“You missed out the red cape and tights, but yes, I am the devil, the one and only, yours truly.” Lucifer replied with sarcasm as he was getting annoyed. “But seriously, what is it with the half goat thing. Is this in your realm as well?”

“Yeah.” You replied blandly.

“Ugh, fuck me. I’m never going to escape it.” He rolled his eyes as he chugged the glass down.

“Wait is he for real or is he just a screw loose?” Sam turned to you.

“Yes.”

“Which one is it?”

“Both.”

“She’s kidding right.” Sam muttered to Bucky.

“Don’t ask me Sam. I don’t have a clue about anything at this point.” Bucky shook his head.

“Don’t look at me like that Sam.” You rolled your eyes as Sam glared at you, upset about not knowing firsthand that you were taking them to the damn devil himself. “This isn’t some kind of college lecture where I write things on the board and you just take notes.”

“Well then.” Lucifer turned to you, giving you his full attention. “What exactly is this favor?”

“I need Mazekeen.”

“Desperate now are we?”

You rolled your eyes yet again, you were sure you’d end up cross eyed by the end of the day due to his antics. “I need her to watch over Athena for a while.”

“Ah yes. I forgot you had a little miscreant of your own. But why Maze? Can’t you use one of your own minions?”

“Well I can’t exactly have the empusas or harpies take care of her. Besides, Athena likes Maze.”

“Right. Wouldn’t want a blood sucking demon or a torturous she-bird near your little delinquent.” He turned to the other side of the bar. “Maze! Mazikeen!”

“I heard you once you know.” A dark haired woman stepped up to the bar, glaring at Lucifer before turning to you with surprise. “Hekate? Well hello gorgeous. I didn’t expect you.”

“Hi Maze.” You smiled at her. “How have you been?”

“Unbelievable.” Lucifer muttered. “She scowls at me but smiles at her.”

“Well I’m stuck with this guy so what do you think?” Maze leaned over the counter with a playful roll of her eyes before they landed on the men behind you as she licked her lips. “Ooh. I see you’ve brought dessert.”

Bucky, Sam, and Zemo looked at each other uneasily. Where the hell did you drag them to? Were you literally going to sell them off to Satan himself and leave them there? Was that your master plan all along?

“Uhhh they’re not on the menu. Sorry Maze, they’re my colleagues.”

“Boring isn’t she? Hekate needs you to take care of her little miscreant.” Lucifer interrupted.

“Athena? Really?” Maze’s eyes lit up.

“Just for some time Maze while I go take care of some things.”

“Hell yeah. I’m down. Anything to get away from this place and this asshole.” Maze jumped over the counter with a grin as Lucifer gave her an offended look. “Let me get my things.” You watched as she hurried up the stairs, leaving you and the rest with Lucifer.

“Sooo.” You heard Lucifer speak up, making you groan in annoyance. What now?

“Since we have some lovely time on your hands.” Lucifer slid up to Bucky, Sam, and Zemo with a sly smile and a dark, mischievous glint in his eyes. “Tell me, what is it you truly desire?”

You watched as the men became trapped in his gaze, their stern facial expressions falling as they became vulnerable, opening their mouths to speak of their deepest secret.

“Oh hell no. None of that shit.” You rolled your eyes as you snapped your fingers in their faces, breaking off Lucifer’s spell. Sam, Bucky, and Zemo shook their heads in confusion as they tried to process what the hell just happened.

“Ugh. You are no fun you know that.” Lucifer rolled his eyes at you. “You’re completely and utterly dull. I thought the detective was boring, then there’s you.”

“Hey, what the hell was that?” Sam raised his voice, upset about the weird hypnosis he just experienced.

“Just one of his stupid hoodoo voodoo staring bullshit.” You muttered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky asked, getting more confused by the minute.

“Well it’s when I ask you what you desire and you tell me your answer willingly.” Lucifer explained the process before make a snide remark about you. “It’s worked wonders until she ruined my mojo.”

“Bold of you to assume you even had any mojo to begin with.” You snapped back.

“You know, I tried my mojo on her once. Do you know what her answer was?” Lucifer brought up.

“I’m guessing her answer was to your disappointment. Was it ‘go away’?” Zemo answered with a sarcastic tone, which made you look up at him, smirking at his comment.

“Close.” Lucifer grinned at Zemo. “It was actually, in her exact words ‘for you to go play a nice game of hide-and-go-fuck-yourself’. How delightful. We became best friends ever since.”

“How unfortunate.” You mumbled with your arms crossed.

“Now I must say.” Lucifer stepped up to Zemo as he touched the fur collar of his coat. “I’m loving this coat. Are you part of the Russian mafia?”

“Please don’t touch me.” Zemo moved Lucifer’s hand away with his gloved one. “I’d rather not have your hands near me, considering the....places they have been.”

“Oh.” Lucifer turned to you with amusement. “I like this one. Now really, what is he, hm?”

“I don’t know. Looks human to me.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“He’s the baron of Sokovia. Lay off will ya?”

“Sokovia? Never heard of it. But a baron? How exciting, looks like we have two royals in the building, including me of course. Now, since we have some time to spare, how about we go upstairs and make it a royal three-“

You scowled at Lucifer, stepping on his foot before he could finish his sentence. This motherfucker.

“Ow! Those are Pradas!”

“Next time it’s your family jewels.”

“Alright then, you win. I’ll keep my mouth shut if that keeps you from tyrannizing me. My word you hit hard.”

You rolled your eyes yet again, praying for Maze to hurry up. You were feeling extremely sorry that the three had to put up with his foolish behavior. You couldn’t help the breath of relief once you saw Maze approaching you with her bag.

“Thank the gods.” You sighed before speaking to Maze. “You ready?”

“Let’s go.” She smiled.

“Well I’ll see you later then Maze, have fun with the little miscreant.” Lucifer commented. “And I hope you’ll return soon Hekate? I always do enjoy your company, no matter how cruel and dreary you are.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.” You waved Lucifer goodbye as you made your way towards the exit. “Say hi to Amenadiel and Chloe for me! I prefer their company any day over yours! Oh also! You better ask Chloe out or I will take her out myself!”

Once you had left the stuffy building, you were able to breathe better as you took in a big breath of the night air, feeling a little more at peace.

“Finally.” Sam spoke up with an irritated scowl on his face. “He was getting on my damn nerves. What a guy.”

“You’re telling me.” Bucky uttered, his posture was more relaxed now, now that he was away from the large crowd and away from Lucifer.

“Did you expect anything different?” Zemo tilted his head. “He is the devil, as y/n briefly mentioned.”

“About that.” Sam turned to you with a scolding look. “We need to talk.”

“Not now Sam.” You silenced him before turning to Maze. “Okay there’s going to be some ground rules. First off, no parties.”

“Yeah I know.” Maze rolled her eyes.

“Hang on. I’m not finished. No drinking, Athena does not need to be seeing that. Absolutely no men over of any kind, because that’s just gross. I have plenty of food in the fridge and in my garden. Also here’s some money for takeout if you want it. And-“

“Hekate, I got it.” Maze stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Chloe lectured the same thing to me when I had to babysit Trixie. I know how this all works. I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

“I know. This is just my first time.” You sighed.

“She’ll be safe with me I promise.”

“I trust you Maze. Oh also, if anyone threatening decides to stop by-“

“Slice em up.”

“Yes.....but no.”

“Awww. That’s no fun.” Maze slumped her shoulders.

“Life is full of disappointments. Just give them a good scare. You know what to do.” You told her as you opened up a portal for her that led to your home. “You got everything?”

“Yup. See you later Hekate.” She gave you one last smile before disappearing into the portal. You watched as it closed behind her, trying your best to wash away all the doubts. You knew Maze would take good care of Athena, that was certain. But life hasn’t been very kind to you lately. And you’ve only been more on edge ever since you lost your planet. But you had hope, because Athena was the last favor of kindness that was offered to you, and you weren’t going to let her go. So with the little bit of faith in you, you sent over a protective spell on Maze, just for the extra precaution, a part of you knowing everything would turn out just fine.

“So.” You spoke up. “Where do we start?”

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Hi, is it possible to request for a nsfw crewel x student! Reader? ;_; the reader is being a tease and tries to flirt with him during class. Then both of them end of doing it after school in his classroom?Thank you for your time! >.<

ABSOLUTELY!! I really like this request, I am sincerely sorry it took me so long to finish it. I’m glad I finally got to write pet-play professor. 

For the context of this fic, we’re going to say Night Raven is a newly co-ed school. Male students still outnumber females, but it is no longer gender exclusive. 

Disclaimer: Teacher x student. Don’t fuck your teachers for extra credit in real life, that is not how you succeed.

“Now, what is the element with the hottest melting point?” Crewel pointed his baton your way, as your fingers perked up. 

“Tungin” You answered, a small smirk on your lips. The rest of the class started laughing, but your professor was smarter than that. 

“Tungsten,” Crewel corrected as the class quieted down, “It is quite a robust element. Incredibly hard.” His eyes connected with yours. “Only in its purest form can you make it putty in your hands.” Crewel turned away and returned to his lecture...

“Now for today’s mini-lab, you and your partner need to list the 15 elements in order of weight. Once you have them all correct you may leave.”  

You paired up with the person next to you and tried to cooperate with them. There was much more you looking over at Crewel than actually helping with the worksheet. 

Eventually you 'accidentally' tossed your pen from your hand in the direction of his desk. It hit the floor and rolled to one of the legs, the placement couldn't have been more perfect. "Oops... I'll be right back." You told your partner, who didn't seem to care since you weren't helping anyway. 

Concealing your bright smile with a mischievous,  you walked over to the professor’s desk, his attention turning to you. "Did you have a question?" He rose a brow looking you over.

"Nope, just needed to get my pencil. It rolled over here." You explain as you drop to your knees in front of him, taking your time to turn onto all fours, your ass up and wiggling as you felt around for your pencil. Divus shifted in his chair, seeming to be looking back at the papers rather than the curve of your ass barely covered by the short uniform skirt. If he leaned back a little, he'd probably be able to see your panties, or if you were wearing any. 

Unfortunately, he did not, and gave you a disinterested response, "If you can't find it. I'll loan you a new one. You should get back to your assignment." A small pout formed on your face before you grabbed your pencil and stood. "Wait," He called out when you were a few steps away. You eagerly turned, "Yes, sir?"

"In class, it's Professor, not sir." Divus held out a paper to you, your last test with the results in red at the top. A 69/100, not great. "Your grades seem to be slipping and this attitude of yours, I think you may need a reminder of who's in charge. See me after school." 

"Yes, professor." You squeaked out trying not to smile too much. Sure you were in trouble but seeing him after school meant that the two of you would be alone together. And that part about teaching you who was in charge, it was way too easy to find a hidden meaning in that. Now it was even harder to focus on the work at hand. Even through the rest of your classes, all you could think about what Divus was going to teach you later. 

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

"Professor?" You called out, entering the classroom before waiting for a response, "You wanted to see me?”

"What is the point of knocking, if you're not going to wait for an answer?" Divus sighed from behind his desk. "You may come in. Be sure to lock the door. I hate when students just think they can barge in." He watched, making sure you did what you were told. Once you had locked the door you obediently went over and stood in front of his desk.

"I made it a goal to be sure none of my pups had red marks this semester." He removed his glasses and moved the stack of paperwork into a drawer. "You are at risk of me breaking this promise, and I won't have it." He stood, and walked around the desk to stand in front of you. "You need more discipline."

"You think scolding me is going to make work harder?" I mean it might, depending on the type of punishment. "Maybe I want red marks." You wanted them more on your body than your report card though.

He was unamused at your response. "I've trained plenty of other litters, my methods have yet to fail. I've dealt with your type too. So, what is this new issue of yours that has you so distracted in class?" He took a step closer, leaving him right in front of you, "Or should I guess." 

“Well... It’s just hard for me to focus on chemical reactions when my body always has such a strong reaction to you. It’s easy for my mind to wander to more reactive activities.”

A smirk crossed his lips, as he leaned in, “Like my tongue inside you?”

You shivered from his warm breath on your ear. You felt your lower regions pulse, thoughts of your little fantasy popping up in your mind. You needed a moment to regain your composure. “Tongue just happened to work with the element, I’m not opposed to any other part of you being in me either~”

“Quite a bold little puppy you are.” Crewel took a step back looking you over. “Since that's the issue let's try and see if you can focus on one of those activities,” He pointed the baton at his desk, “Sit.” You eagerly obey, taking a seat on the side edge of his desk. 

He took off his coat and placed it on the coat stand before moving back to his desk. “If you still can't focus, or misbehave then this stops." He started sifting through the bottom left drawer. “Hold this.” He shut the drawer and stood holding a wrapped condom to your lips. You softly took the corner of the package in your mouth. “Don’t drop it.” 

The order was a bit harder to follow than you thought as he almost teasingly slowly removed his tie and undid a few buttons on his shirt. He ran a hand through his hair before undoing his pants and pulling out his dick. You would have licked your lips if you could.

“You look hungry pet.” You spread your legs as his gloved hand ran up your thigh.  He stepped closer, slowly grinding his erection against your wet panties. You let out a needy whine shifting your hips as a way to encourage him. Your core tightened just from the grinding, it just made you want him more. “You’re so excited, aren’t you? I wonder, how often have you masturbated to the idea of me fucking you in this classroom?” 

You gave him a lustful look as he finally took the condom from your mouth. “Enough to have some expectations” You gave a coy smile but he simply responded with a smirk. 

“I doubt those will hold up to the real thing.” Once the condom was on his hands trailed up your thighs. Your breathing grew heavy with lust at his teasing touch. The way he took his time was driving you crazy.

You narrowed your eyes at him, wanting to scold him to hurry it up, but he simply stared back a small upward curve at the corner of his mouth. His threat of stopping if you misbehaved floating through your head. There was no way you were going to risk this ending not when you were so close. His fingers finally caught the edges of your panties and pulled them off, a strand of your juices dragging out. 

Crewel licked his lips, finally grabbing your hips and tugging you against him. “Let’s see if you meet my expectations.” He rubbed against you a few times before slowly pushing in, leaving you time to adjust. He wasn’t sure how experienced you were and didn’t want to push you too much. While the feeling was tight, and a bit painful with how active your insides had been it wasn’t too bad to adjust to. “Ah~ Y-you’re finally inside, Professor Crewel!" You gasped between your shaky moans. A smile formed on your face from looking down at how he stretched you. There was still so much left to fill you with and you couldn't wait. 

His hand gripped your chin to look back up at him. "Wrong. It's Master or Master Crewel now. Do you understand pet?"

"Yes Master Crewel." It was easy enough to remember the name as you referred to him as such in most of your fantasies anyway. 

His hand slid up your cheek to push some of your hair away from your face, "Good girl. I won't hesitate to drill the idea into you if you forget." 

Now that you had had time to adjust and names were sorted, it was time to set things in motion. His thrusts were smooth and slow at first. Even with such little stimulation, your walls were pulsing around him, squeezing as if trying to pull him deeper. It made him want to go wild, but he of course had control and would wait patiently until you let him do so. 

Your head tilted back, calling out his name. "Good pet. Just like that. I can tell you're enjoying yourself." He smirks, "Is it all your imagined? Or did you want it rougher?" He'd be happy to oblige his student's needs since they waited so long. It would be easier for them to focus if he fulfilled the fantasy correctly. 

"More." Your voice was merely a whisper at first, rising as you knew mewling wasn't a satisfying answer for him.  "I want to take all of you. I want you to move faster. Please, Master! Fuck me! I can take it, I need your cock!" You begged, feeling needy. You had let your thoughts of him been wandering for too long to not indulge yourself. You wanted him to fuck you so that you never needed another fantasy of him, just memories of this moment. 

"Such a needy pet." His hips stilled, "Lay down." His hand rested on your back to ease you into laying down across the length of his desk. He pushed your legs up and open. One of his hand resting on one of your knees, the other on the table so he could lean over you, "Let's test how much you can take."

With this new positioning, he had more leverage, and now that he wasn't holding himself back as much anymore it was almost a whole different experience from when he first ented you. His whole cock was sliding in and out of you.

His thrusts are almost wild, nothing like the slow pace he had kept before. If he hadn't laid you back beforehand you would have fallen back on your own. His entire cock being pushed inside you now, it filled you up so nicely. With these deeper thrusts, his shaft brushed against your sweet spot from time to time. Your body clenched tightly around him each time, never wanting him to pull out yet wanting him to thrust even faster and deeper. He carefully watched your expressions as the pleasure overcame you. The way your eyes became hazy and that small smile as you gasped and groaned. Some words slipping out occasionally, mostly master, yes, and more. 

"Such a good pet. You're already surpassing my expectations." Divus cooed, "Is this everything you thought about?"

"Y-yes!" You cried out between gasps. "It feels so good. So much better than a fantasy."

"Good. Then there is no reason to keep daydreaming in class then." 

"Yes. No... I-" You couldn't focus on his questions right now, or what the right answer was. You just wanted to cum and enjoy the feeling of him thrusting into you. "I'm going to cum. Master please~" 

You suddenly felt a sharp sting on your thigh as his gloved hand slapped your skin. "Answer me first pet. Are you going to focus in class?" His thrusts slowed to your dismay. 

"Yes! I'll focus in class! I'll raise my grade I promise!" You called out a bit panicked and desperate for him to continue. 

Divus chuckled a bit, enjoying your desperation. "I'm expecting good results then." His hips regained their rapid pace from before, "Now you can cum, pet." Now given permission and his thorough pace returned it didn't take long for your body to reach its peak and your orgasm to course through you. The way your body clenched and spasmed around him had him cumming soon after you. He rode out the pleasure high before finally stopping his thrusts and pulling out of you. 

A pout accompanied by a small whine formed at the loss of his cock so soon, but you couldn't stay upset. He just looked way too sexy running his hand through his hair, leaning over you catching his breath. Divus gave a small smile as his eyes caught yours. "Good girl. You performed well." 

He helped you to sit up on his desk then discarded the condom and began fixing his pants. "If you do well on the next test, I'll reward you just like this." Once he was situated, he let you rest your head against his chest while he fixed up your uniform. "If not then I'll have to find other ways to get you to behave." 

You knew it was meant as a warning but it just excited you. "Yes, Master Crewel. I'll do my best."