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subbmissivesuccubus · 9 months

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Part 2 of this~

Content : Rengoku X Fem reader X Uzui. Threesome. Exhibitionism. Oral sex (giving and receiving). Unprotected sex.

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Not one to waste any time, Rengoku's hands slid up your Yukata, ignoring your yelp as he grasped what he was looking for.

"W-W-Wait! Rengoku-sa-aaann!" You squealed as the man grabbed your panties and slid them off of you, discarding them before immediately grabbing the back of your knees and pushing them up, making your body fold slightly. You failed to bite down your yelp as your legs were pushed to your chest, the position humiliating yet so hot- "W-We're outside!" You hissed, face turning even redder at the way the flame pillar was staring at your sex, a look in his eyes like he was mesmerized, the position making your cunt look extra plump and delicious. With the way the bench was situated, if you turned your head to the right, you'd see Uzui next to you and a couple feet behind him was the inn, close enough for people to understand what was happening if they happened to look this direction.

"Relax, cutie~" Uzui said, the arm he had around you running up your waist before he grabbed your left breast, his hand big enough to envelop it pretty well, squeezing it like a toy through the fabric. "We're Hashira afterall," he explained, chuckling as you writhed underneath them, an adorable blush on your cheeks "We can do whatever we like and no one would stop us."

"And I told you I'd prove to you that I'll make an excellent husband," Rengoku said, looking up with you with his bright eyes, filled with desire and lust, "so be a good girl and take it, alright?" "You- you can prove that inside the inn!" you hissed, but your body betrayed how excited you were, your pussy growing wet from the situation, a fact Rengoku immediately noticed. "I'm an impatient man." he said, pressing his lips against your inner thigh and sucking a hickey onto it, making your toes curl, "and it seems my wife to be is quite an impatient woman too."

With that, he placed a sweet kiss to your clit, hands running down to the back of your thighs, his hold on you still tight, keeping your body steady and folded the way he wanted it to be. His tongue flicked out to start twirling your clit around, running in circles over the cute bud before he started flicking it, the point of his tongue assaulting it mercilessly. You slapped a hand over your mouth as your legs already started shaking, Rengoku's hot tongue so sinful. His groans traveled up your spine as he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked, making you hiccup at the suction. Giving it a light nibble, he then pulled away to drag his tongue from your hole all the way to your clit over and over again, the man moaning from the taste of your slick. Shaking his head from side to side, his tongue ran all over your pussy, licking up every nook and cranny, eating you out like a man starved.

"You know, despite the fact that I'm jealous he getting to taste you first tonight," Uzui said - practically sitting on his side as he was turned towards you, his big body partially hiding you from any passerby's as his right hand gently slipping into the folds of your Yukata to grasp your left breast, "Getting a close view of your adorably lewd expressions is quite the treat~" You mewled, breathing heavily through your nose as Rengoku stuffed his tongue inside your aching hole just as Uzui started squeezing your bare tit, greedily playing with it before his fingers focused on your nipple, trapping it between his thumb and forefinger before giving it a harsh pinch. Rengoku groaned as he felt your pussy tighten around his tongue, pulling away for a second to say: "Do that again. She likes it."

Uzui's chuckle made your spine shiver, the man kissing your cheek before his hands grabbed the folds of your Yukata by your chest and roughly pulled them apart. You squealed as your bare breasts were exposed to the cold wind, settling down with a bounce, your nipples hardening instantly. "No bra. How naughty~" Uzui teased, eyes glued to your pretty chest. "Th-That's cause- just came out of the bath- ah!" You barely got to finish your sentence before Uzui leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, your other boob being squeezed by his hand.

Pussy gushed around Rengoku's face, the man drinking it like he was dying of thirst as you tried your hardest to not make any sounds. You slapped both hands over your mouth, pressing down tightly and muffling your moans as Uzui's hot tongue danced around your sensitive nipples, teasing it a bit before he sealed his lips around it and sucked so hard it made your toes curl.

Out in public, tits and pussy out in the open, Yukata hanging on for dear life by your waist- you couldn't believe this was happening. "You're a sensitive little thing, aren't you?" Uzui asked with a chuckle as he switched from one nipple to the other, "Even when we took you last time- even the slightest touch got you hot and bothered. It's so fucking cute- mmph~" Latching onto your other nipple, Uzui moaned into your skin at the feeling of your hard, sensitive bud against his tongue. He was getting so addicted to your reactions, he couldn't help but give it a gentle nibble, cock twitching as he heard your muffled yelp.

Rengoku was just as addicted, slurping up your slick as he stuck a finger into your pussy, groaning as your hot, wet walls enveloped it. He couldn't wait to get his cock in you- but only after you came in his mouth. "Hold you leg up." he ordered and you did as you were told, moving a hand away from your mouth to grab onto the back of your left leg, holding it up for Rengoku as he continued to finger you, sliding a second one in and curling it just right.

You were trying your hardest to muffle your moans, tears in your eyes from restraining yourself. You'd often look to the side to see if anyone was watching, and while no one was, you always felt like someone could be and you didn't know if that made the situation hotter.

"G-Gonna c-cum-" you whined, voice breaking from the restraint. Your nipples were sucked and bitten raw, hickies littering your chest as Uzui still continued to shower your breasts with attention. Your juices were dripping down Rengoku's hand, his mouth still unrelenting as he sucked your clit, giving it gentle nipples. "Cum for us, baby." Rengoku groaned into your pussy, "Cum in my mouth- want to taste you~"

You bit your bottom hard enough to almost draw blood, your body shaking as you could feel your orgasm get closer and closer and closer and you knew you wouldn't be able to keep your voice down. You moans were already loud despite your best efforts, unable to smother men with how good the two of them were making you feel. As the knot in your abdomen threatened to break, just a few seconds away from an orgasm, your hand left your mouth as you got Uzui's attention.

"K-Kiss me!" you begged, pulling his Yukata desperately, trying to get him away from your chest to help you out, "Kiss me p-please- mmph!"

Uzui didn't hesitate for even a second as he moved upwards and slotted his lips against your just as you climaxed. One hand on your breast as he squeezed, he expertly shoved his tongue down your throat, swallowing your moans and holding you down as your orgasm made your whole body shake in pleasure. He groaned at the feeling of you squealing into his mouth, making you gag on his tongue, the kiss a filthy mess of spit and teeth and he loved it. Rengoku's moans and groans added to the pleasure, the man's hot tongue relentless as he helped you ride your orgasm. He continued to suck and lick, wondering if he was in heaven as directed your plush thighs to close tightly around his face as he drank down your climax, his face smushed between the soft flesh. Pussy gushing around his face like a faucet, he slotted his mouth against your cunt, sucking, licking and drinking you up until a shaky hand came up to push him away due to the over-stimulation. With a final kiss to your clit, Rengoku pulled away, breathless, face red and lips wet.

Uzui pulled away from the kiss, both of your lips swollen and red, breathing in each others air as you panted heavily from the force of your climax along with Uzui taking your breath away. He pressed his forehead against yours, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

"Come here." Rengoku said, pushing himself up to his legs, Uzui moving out of the way before he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, shivering at the sweet way he kissed you, a stark contrast to the filthy kiss you just had with Uzui. You yelped into the kiss as Uzui touched your sensitive pussy, the man cupping it with his palm before gently rubbing it up and down. "Good girl," Uzui said, petting your pussy gently, "He did quite the number on your poor kitty, huh?" "You did such a good job," Rengoku moaned into your lips, "So good for us." he pecked your lips again and again, a sweet gesture among a filthy situation.

"I wanna..." you gulped, mouth dry, feeling shy as Rengoku started peppering your face with kisses, "I wanna make you two...feel good too." your eyes glanced over their bodies, their erections pressing against their Yukata's.

"Let's go inside." Uzui said, taking his hand off of your pussy to start righting your clothes, "you might have been able to keep your voice down when he ate you out- but i'm sure you won't be able to do the same when we get our cocks in you."

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Uzui was absolutely right.

"Ah! Fuck- ah-ah-ahh!" You squealed as Uzui pushed inside you, his fat cock splitting you open deliciously. He grunted above you, silver locks falling over his shoulder as he drove his cock deeper and deeper inside you, licking his lips as he got a good view of your expression. Your hands fisted the futon beneath you, head tossed back against the pillow, eyes closed tightly as your body trembled with the feeling of getting speared on Uzui's cock. All three of you were buck naked, a tight fuck pile on your futon as you started what was going to be the first of a few rounds.

"Come here baby." Rengoku said, stroking his cock as he positioned himself beside your head, "give me that pretty mouth." You opened your eyes enough to look over at Rengoku, pussy throbbing as you watched him work his member, obediently opening your mouth for him. He hummed as he moved closer, running a gentle hand through your hair before he pushed himself past your lips, letting out a lovely moan as you sucked him in. Your lips first sealed around his cock head, sucking him like a treat, tongue dancing over him. He made you feel so good- you were excited to return the favor. Your tongue dug into the tip, tasting his precum, smiling as Rengoku's body jumped, groaning at the feeling. Eventually you opened your jaw more, an invitation for Rengoku to push his cock deeper into your mouth.

"oh- fuck yes-" Uzui groaned as he bottomed out, his balls throbbing against your pussy as he gave you a second to adjust to his size. He ran a hand up and down your body, grabbing handfuls of your tummy and chest as your pussy gushed around him, your attention split between the two of them.

"Gonna start moving, okay?" Uzui said, licking his lips as he made you wrap your legs around his waist, towering over you as he placed his hands on the futon, holding himself up, "be a good girl and take it, okay?" Your moaned around Rengoku's cock in confirmation and that was enough for Uzui. Gritting his teeth, he started moving his hips, slowly dragging his thick cock out and in, out and in. He could feel your slick, hot, tight walls press against him deliciously, your heat making his head spin already. Every time he pulled out, it felt like your walls were sucking him back in, begging him to come back inside which he happily did.

"Oh you're such a good girl- my good girl- my perfect wife~" Rengoku moaned, more vocal of the two as he slowly pushed down your throat, loving the way you gagged around him. One hand grabbing a bouncing breast, the other one in your hair, he gently started fucking your mouth, cock going in and out of your throat. Uzui snickered, picking up the pace as your cunt got used to him, "She tightened at that~ you like being called wife, baby?"

You mewled as Rengoku suddenly pushed himself completely into your mouth, eyes watering as his cock was down your throat, gagging several times before you tapped his thigh. He slowly pulled out, letting you breathe and cough, your hand obediently coming up to jerk his slobbered on member as you collected yourself.

"Look at you, such a good wife for us~"

You gasped, back arching as Uzui picked up the pace, balls slapping against you as he drove his member into you. His cock was hitting your g-spot, making your moans jump in time with his thrusting, pleasure coursing through your veins. Uzui's hands grabbed your hips, grip bruising as he chased his pleasure, mouth open and moaning as your pussy milked his cock perfectly.

"Deep throat me again, darling." Rengoku said, tightening his grip on your hair as he moved forward to push his cock into your mouth again. With a deep breath, you opened your mouth and groaned as he pushed in, this time going deeper and deeper until his abdomen was touching your nose, his fat cock lodged down your throat. This time, he started moving his hips, driving his cock up and down your throat, balls slapping against your face as he started fucking your face. His eyes rolled to the back of his head from the pleasure, mouth open in a constant moan at how amazing your mouth felt around him.

Uzui was no better, his hips now practically a blur with how vigorously he was pounding your pussy. Jack-hammering into you, his mouth spilled pure filth as he fucked your brains out, loving that he could see your expression change as you got more and more cock drunk.

"Such a naughty wife! You love this, don't you? Taking two fat cocks at once- such a slutty little girl~"

"Don't be mean, Uzui." Rengoku said, gritting his teeth as pleasure took over him, "she's being such a good wife for us- making us feel so good-"

"Can't wait till we get married~" Uzui said, raising your legs to his shoulders, holding onto them as he pounded you, loving the way Rengoku's cock failed to muffle your moans of pleasure, "you'll look so beautiful- oh fuck- in your wedding dress. I can picture it now~"

"Oh, yes!" Rengoku said, a statement of agreement and a moan of pleasure, "oh darling- you'll be the most perfect- fuck me- the most perfect bride in the whole World. Oh- how did I get so lucky?"

You pulled away from Rengoku's cock, jerking him off as you needed to second to scream- the pleasure and their words making your brain go crazy. "Fuuuuck!" you cried out, tears in your eyes, voice jumping from Uzui's thrusts, your tits bouncing up and down, "S' too m-much- you both- fuck- fuck- make me f-feel so- so good!"

"You can take it baby." Rengoku said, cupping your face lovingly, "don't you want be our good wife and take it?"

you nodded, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Uzui's cock reached even deeper inside you, pounding against your cervix. "Say it." Uzui said, sweat dripping down his face as he felt his orgasm approaching, "Say it for us."

"W-W-Want to b-be a good w-wife for you t-two." you sputtered, mind going dumb. Both the men hissed and groaned, Rengoku putting himself back in your mouth enthusiastically and you felt Uzui somehow grow harder inside you.

"I'm- fuck- fuck- fuck- i'm close!" Uzui said, now pushing your legs up into a mating press, pressing them down against your chest as he used his whole body weight to pound you, balls making a loud and sticky clapping sound against your ass. Rengoku was just as enthusiastic, holding your head still as he thrusted into your mouth with reckless abandon, his balls clenching as he knew he was close to cumming. You lied down and took it, mind and body being driven to the edge as you felt your own orgasm come close, loving the feeling of being used by them in such a dirty yet intimate way.

"I can't fucking wait to wife you up!" Uzui growled, "my naughty little bride- fuck!" he licked two fingers before sliding it between you two, rubbing your clit. You squealed around Rengoku's cock and that seemed enough to drive the man to the edge.

"fuck- fuck- fuck! I'm gonna cum-" he suddenly pulled out of you, grabbing your hand desperately and placing it on his cock. "Jerk me off baby-" he pleaded, face as red as the tips of his hair, "Want to cum all over my wife's face."

You gasped and heaved as you wrapped your hand wround the flame pillar's cock, his dick slick from your saliva as you moved your hand up and down quickly, jacking him off as you leaned forward to put his cock-head into your mouth, sucking on it.

"fuck- i'm gonna cum too-" Uzui said with a growl, fingers flicking your clit mercilessly, cock continuing to pound your pussy into next week, "Fuuuck- let's all cum together!"

"P-Please-" you begged, eyebrows furrowed and tears streaming down your cheeks, "together- want to- please-"

"I'm so close- fuck- come on- come on- come on!" Rengoku moaned, eyes closed tightly as you jerked him off. Uzui mirrored the same sentiment, chasing his orgasm and yours as he fucked and fucked and fucked. You don't know what took over you but your mouth worked faster than your brain as you knew exactly what to say to drive them over the edge:

"W-Want my husbands to cum for me~"

With a shout, both men climaxed simultaneously, gasping loudly from your words and the force of their orgasm. Balls clenching and eyes rolling to the back of their heads, the room was filled with shouts and cries, the force of their orgasms making their bodies shake. the feeling of Uzui filling your womb up with his hot, hot cum and of Rengoku splashing your face with ropes and ropes of his thick semen made you climax, pussy squirting jets of liquid as you wet the futon underneath you, your squeals and cries echoing through the room. You didn't know how thick the walls were but consider the noise all three of you were making- you had to assume it wasn't thick enough but you didn't care. All three of you trembled and moaned lewdly, grasping onto each other tightly as the force of the orgasms almost made everyone pass out. Almost.

"You...naughty fucking minx!" Uzui barked out with a laugh, catching his breath as he milked his balls for every drop, rolling his hips to make sure he filled you up to the brim, "Saying something like that- oh fuck- so hot."

"You have no idea what you do to us." Rengoku said, coming back down to Earth as he looked down at the mess he created, chest swelling with pride as he saw your pretty face stained with his cum, "My naughty wife. I hope you're not tired already. Your husband want's a chance fucking your pretty pussy."

"And this husband wants to see you gag on his cock~" Uzui said, slowly pulling out, hissing at the sight of your gaping pussy leak out his cum.

You gulped as you caught your breathe, body tensing as you strapped in for a long night. Oh boy, you sure did open something in them by calling them husbands and now, it was time to pay the price.

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circlebuttons · 10 months

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Buzz cut Season

Pairing: Rafe cameron x fem!reader

Warnings: Mature Content Minors DNI, Somnophilia, Smut

Word Count: 1,433

It's late saturday mornings and you were still sleeping, your classes had been brutal all week and today was your first day to just lay in bed. You feel the bed dip behind you and your blanket lift, so you simultaneously turn, knowing your boyfriend has made it back to bed. It wasn't unusual for Rafe to get in bed at strange times or disappear and suddenly reappear, so eventually it just became second nature to accept him in your bed whenever. He wrapped his arms around you like he would every morning without fail, the pull of his arms helps bring you somewhat towards consciousness although your eyes stay closed, prompting you to tiredly mumble, "Good morning baby" as you turn your face into his chest.

"Morning beautiful", he whispers down to you and after some time of holding each other you can feel his hands slowly travel down to massage your hips and ass, telling you that he was in the mood bright and early without even needing to look at him. You put a hand to his chest and half consciously turn back over, not in the mood to entertain Rafe's high sex drive. "Baby" he whines pleadingly in your ear pulling you from falling back into a deep sleep again and if you didn't know better you'd think that the kook king whining and begging in your ear was a dream.

"'m tired" you mumble at him with a frown forming on your sleeping face. Although your boyfriends makes incessant reminders that you could quit everything and be taken care of, you still go to school full time. You cater to your majors demanding hours and Rafe struggles to grasp the concept of the working man's fatigue, causing little hiccups here and there in y'all's relationship.

He mutters against the shell of your ear, "Just let me eat it? Huh, pretty girl?" A small smirk grows on your lips as you gently nod. You had called Rafe an eater to his face once and he completely denied it like you don't know him better than he knows himself, but it's not like you're complaining.

"Not too much though" you softly mumble out, creating an understanding that there is no such thing as four rounds and overstimulation at the ass crack of dawn. Rafe hums out a half assed understanding as he trails light kisses down your neck and eventually to your hips, until you fall back asleep.

He moves smoothly under your blanket, it's lightweight and allows him to comfortably place his hands firmly on each side, so that you're laying on your back allowing your head to settle back into the pillows.

his hands work to softly and slowly part your legs lifting one leg up so that he can trail kisses on the backside and inner skin of your thigh and letting the other one rest out flat.

he leaves kisses in his path placing a final one on your pubic bone right where the white manufactured bow on your underwear sits. he mouths at your stil covered pussy making your body begin to stir. "rafe" you huffed out annoyed that he'd think it was a good idea to tease you mid sleep. "I hear you" he mumbled, before he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear and gently slid them off, returning to you and this time splitting your legs open on each side in a funky frog position instead of letting your legs rest on his shoulders like he normally would.

you whine at the stretch, annoyed that he's being extra, but content enough to lull back asleep. rafe loved the positions you guys could try due to your flexibility, matter of fact it was the only thing that kept him as your acrobatics partner on the mornings before he played golf.

He readjusts his hands to slowly spread you apart, mesmerized by the glisten of how wet you had gotten in such little time. He places his tongue flat against entrance and drags it all the way up, stopping to suck on your clit. He repeats his motions, trying his best to keep a slow and calm pace despite the quiet whimpers that begin to slip past your lips. He drags his tongue through your pussy one last time before sucking your clit into his mouth, not as gently as the first time. His tongue moves across your nerve, creating suction as if he's trying to drink you from the source and he doesn't release your bud until you arch your back and loudly whine out his name, your hand briefly reaching down to push away his head, regardless of the barrier created by your sheets.

Rafe becomes aware of your newfound consciousness and uses that as his advantage to make you cum quicker. He laps up whatever wetness had begin to run across your pussy and makes it a point to push his tongue deep into you. He nods his head side to side, burying his tongue further, and humming vibrations through your core. "Shit! R-rafe!" the stimulation makes you cry out and your thighs jolt closed, but hes quick to keep your legs spread, locking his arms on top of them and holding your waist so you'd be held firmly in position.

You struggle against his arms and he pulls his tongue out of you with a slurp, and just as quickly he begins to sloppily eat you out. Even though you've made no progress you can't help but to thrash against his restraint, crying out high pitched and whiny moans, which only encourage him to moan against your clit with what seems like a nonstop humming.

You could feel yourself reaching your high. Your hands shot down, quickly moving under the sheets, reaching down to grab his hair and pull his head away, but the feel of his rough buzzed head instead shocks you fully awake. "what the fuck?" you continue to grab at nothing until the realization sets in. he was gone this morning getting more than just a trim. you feel him smirk into your skin as you try to push his head back fighting overstimulation. He loved the way you'd grab him like you're torn between pulling him away from and pulling him closer to your pussy, like you can't decide if the pleasure is too much or if you want to cum. But he always ended up making the decision for you as his hands harshly holds down your hips, making you crumble over the edge, stuttering as you fall from your high.

Your orgasm is drastically different from the few moments prior when you were sleeping, it's hot and intense, shaking your body, making you cry out, "Fuck, Rafe!" You shove the covers off of you two and he looks up at you with his blue eyes one tint away from being black. You let your head fall back and thighs close tight around his head. It made sense now why he wouldn't let your legs touch his head and why the soft texture of his straight hair was no longer tickling your skin

He follows your comedown, cleaning you with his tongue,while you take a moment to catch your breath, both of you sitting in silence as he places soft kisses back up your body until he's hovering over you.

"I know you're tired but you did so good" He's speaking softly to you but the only thing in your head is that you can't believe that he actually buzzed all of his hair off. You sit up to get a better look. "Holy shit you did it" you gasp out as he leans down to kiss you, he had mentioned wanting to cut his hair once or twice before but never had. you look up at him in awe, hands caressing his head and face.

"Do you like it? Or i mean think it looks good? He quietly asks you as his eyes shy away from yours and you can detect his need for your validation.

"I love it! I think you look great baby" You tell him with a big smile, his eyes quickly lock in on yours as he mirrors your smile. As much as Rafe loved to come off as confident and stone cold you knew it was important to give him just as much reassurance and as many affirmations that he gives you, but what you didn't know was that every time he flashed that boyish smile at you, you were healing his soul piece by piece.

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nanqmies · 11 months

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Priest!Baizhu | Drabble+ Hc

tw: lowkey manipulative baizhu?? creampie, masturbation, semi-public sex, very religious themes, m!reader, dubcon?? idk, if i forgot anythin please inform me!!

wc: 0.7k

a/n: i do apologize for not postin that much!! i have a lot going on 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 , writers block is kickin my ass.. i do have fics in the works!! m tryna to make everything more pleasin to the eye, i will try to make a masterlist soon ^^ please enjoy my work.♡

nsfw under the cut~

Priest!Baizhu; who kindly welcomed you to the church with open arms, always inviting you to his sermons to listen to him preach the words of archon. Seeming so kind, a humble smile always on his face while preaching at the stand, welcoming others into the church. Soft voice filling the room as he spoke, sending heat down to the deepest parts of you.. Utterly mesmerizing, the way his soft eyes scanned over the room, pushing up his glasses when the slide down the slope of his nose. His eyes ended up being on you at the end of the day.

Priest!Baizhu; who listens to every single time you avow your deep urges, whispering in shame of the sinful thoughts that constantly flooded your mind when you thought of him. How shameful you are, giving into the hands of sin,, you never notice how his eyes darken as he listens, Priest baizhu is a mysterious man they say..

Priest!Baizhu; who can’t help but laugh at how cute you are, trusting him with all the little things you’ve told him behind the confessional walls. How much you yearned for a certain mans touch against your untouched skin, to ruin the only true form of purity you had.

Priest!Baizhu; who pops a boner whenever you sob and beg archons to forgive you and your misbehaviors. Maybe he should feel bad,, clearly your faith was a big part of living, but god the tears flowing down the apples of your cheeks make him want to ruin you. Wiping your tears with his thumbs, whispering prayers whilst rubbing your back softly,, telling you everything will be okay when he’s there. That he’ll gracefully listen to any of the problems you may have,, hushing your hiccuping sobs. he hopes you don’t notice the tent in his pants

Priest!Baizhu; who ends up touching himself after speaking to you, lightly rubbing his glands with his fingertips, smearing thick beads of pre over his length. Baizhu obviously knows how perverted he is, thinking of ruining you, rutting his hips against his clasped palm. Sticky white covering his thin fingers, he sighs and takes off his glasses. A light layer of sweat over his forehead, you’ve clouded his mind for weeks.

Priest!Baizhu; who (sometimes) when he’s feeling risky will tread his hands down his pants while listening to your voice in the confessional, shallowly stroking his shaft trying to keep in his breathy groans. Nearly coming in his pants when your voice is laced with shame. A small part of him wishes you’d hear him, hear him pleasing himself at the sound of your soft voice.

Priest!Baizhu; who always tells you that ‘Theres nothing wrong with such urges ’ whispering in your ears, his hands brushing against your thighs gently pushing them apart.. just enough for your eyes to meet his, a smile painted against his pretty pink lips

was his smile always this unsettling?

Priest!Baizhu; who ends up fucking you in the the confessional booth, ripping off your modest attire, defiling you in public, shushing you when you get too loud reciting the words from the holy book in his hand. Ripping away the only form of purity you had, taking your virginity as retribution for your sins. Baizhu’s thumbs pressed harder into your hips, he can barely keep in the groans that bless his lips. Committing such sacrilege in the house of the lord above, turned him on in such a way.

‘It’s the only way you’ll be forgiven’

Priest!Baizhu; who comforts you when his cocks aggressively enter and leave your sex, shushing your tears and promising that you’ll be reborn pure after he blows his load into you. His words singing false promises into your ears, its oddly comforting.. the feeling of being so full in his warm embrace,,

Priest!Baizhu; who thinks about making you worship him instead, shouldn’t you be begging him to save you? Maybe he hasn’t fucked the greedful lust out of your system yet.. Every session ends up with you bent over while Baizhu has his way with you, pleading of archon to pardon your transgressions of their word.

‘Oh my love.. you’ll earn your forgiveness soon my dear..’ he kisses the corner of your lips gently.

‘Just keep being a good boy for me..’

Priest!Baizhu; who fills you full with his seed, telling you that the ones above forgive you for your sins,, petting your hair and pressing you against his chest.

Priest!baizhu; who can’t wait for next Sunday to come to redo it all again..

please do not translate, steal or repost my work.

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spacenintendogs · 1 year

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random httyd headcanons

eret snorts when he laughs really hard

everyone has a crush on him at some point or another & fights for his attention (in their own ways)

eret also has a HUGE soft spot for tidal class dragons. HUGE.

when snotlout is geuninely furious, like, fucking pissed, he's weirdly quiet in a way that makes everyone uncomfortable (& a little scared)

out of the gang, def the best singer (when he actually puts effort into it, but he's usually tipsy or alone for that)

fishlegs will shuffle his deck of dragon cards as a form of stimming/self soothing

excellent at shuffling cards btw. whenever anyone in the gang plays a card game/gambles, they make him shuffle the cards. yes even when he's not involved in the game at all. (it's hot & mesmerizing)

tuffnut has itemized lists in his head of what each of his friends like and dislike & will randomly inflict the information he knows upon them & always takes them by surprise

bc of this he's actually a very good gift giver, ties into ruffnut being an excellent shopper. he figured out what to get, she's able to find it.

ruffnut actually does love shopping whilst being excellent at it & dragging astrid out to do it is smth she also loves

gets astrid into it too, bc ruff actually finds the coolest shit. even has a collection of old, small knives from around the world. she always has an elaborate story abt it (either true or made up by her but no one can truly tell)

astrid has slivers consistently in her hands from the wooden handle of her axe & the amt of times she's had to pull it from tree, targets, etc. she never notices & they don't bother her

one day eret asked her if she knew dragon eggs exploded when they hatched & she thought abt fist fighting odin, thor, & then eret before saying yes through gritted teeth

hiccup can spin his pencils in his hand between his fingers & has accidentally had them launch & hit ppl in the face

toothless thinks it's a game & will shoot the pencil out of the air & destroy it (hiccup has to make a lot of new charcoal pencils)

hiccup taught fishlegs & astrid how to draw

#httyd #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #fishlegs ingerman #snotlout jorgenson #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston #eret son of eret #rose rambles #httyd headcanons #just whatever's in my brain rn bc yea

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pinkcherryblossom18 · 3 months

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Greed

Oliver Quick x Reader

TW: Mentions of stalking, mentions of cheating, non-consented voyeurism, p in v sex, titty sucking, Felix is kind of a piece of shit in this and Oliver being fucking creepy.

Word Count: 1.4k

Oliver’s breath hitched in his throat as he watched your shirt fall off of your shoulders.

Skin is shown in small sweeps of his vision and Oliver is almost too scared to blink, afraid that he will miss something so very important. His grip on your bedroom door is tight, unmerciful as he watches as you take off the rest of your clothes, back to him. The skin of your shoulders call to him, the freckles that lay there and the small moles that pepper the line of your spine. He can’t help but admire your thighs and the flesh of your ass as it’s shown to him in such elegance that Oliver can’t help but grow tight in the fabric of his pants but resists the urge to pull out his cock.

Not the time. Not right now while there is so much more to watch, to experience. Oliver licks his lips at the sight of your glowing skin in the light of the candles that he had watched you light, each meticulously and in an order that he remembers like gospel. Vanilla first, then orange, then a strawberry, then two more vanilla’s, and you hesitated before lighting the last one, grapefruit.

He knows that you aren’t a big fan of grapefruit, telling him a story about how your family tricked you into eating the tart fruit when you were thirteen. “I swear I almost threw up,” you say dramatically and Oliver nodded along, trying to distract himself from the light that reflected off of your legs in the dawn morning. He didn’t know much about Eos, the Goddess of the Dawn, but he was sure that this was what she meant for people to do in the light of the dawn.

Be mesmerized by her creation, to mesmerize everything around it. He did such a task as much as he could after he figured out your morning routine. You woke up early on instinct and would watch the sunrise on the roof. Oliver had taken the offer to join you with a timid nod but inside he was screaming in delight.

It was a sight to worship when he watched the dew sparkle in the saffron of the upcoming light as it rose over the horizon. You chatted with him with a smile, your voice small and soft which contradicted what you were in the presence of the Cattons in the fullness of the sun and the light of the moon which turned you somber and drunk with wine and rum. Oliver didn’t quite like you when drunk, your daylight meanness turned into straight malice as your filters stopped working and everything in your head spilled out without a second thought.

Though Oliver didn’t mind the hangover clinginess that you displayed toward him when Felix was nowhere to be found. The breath on the skin of his neck made his heart skip beats and your dry lips against the sensitive flesh was a euphoria that couldn’t be found in sex. “Ollie?”

He hummed and smiled when you giggled against his neck. “Yes?” He answered back.

“Have you ever been in love?” You asked morosely. A weight in your throat that he could now feel pressed firmly against his shoulder. The sound of it made his smile fade away; he didn’t like the sadness that had taken over your voice.

Yes, he thinks, yes I have and she is right beside me. Instead he shakes his head. “No. I’ve never gotten the chance.”

You nodded and moved your head so that your chin was propped up on his shoulder, staring at him with hazy eyes slick with tears. “Good,” you said sternly. “Love is nothing more than—than cheating asshole’s who think that they can get away with anything and still going back to them. Love is—” hiccup—“awful.”

A recurring thing that Oliver has picked up on while in Oxford is that Felix has a tendency of having wandering hands while you stay pure only for him, not daring to touch another man unless needed. More than once had he seen your tattoo tears staining your face after you found out that Felix cheated on you. Felix would rant to him afterwards because that was what Oliver was there for. More than once he had watched through a window or behind a wall as you took Felix back; back into your arms, your heart, back between your legs.

Those were his favorite times to watch as you two fucked. It wasn’t making love, Felix didn’t fuck you with love when he wanted you back. No, Felix fucked you like he could fuck anyone else, with all of his heart and all of his hate for himself, for the girls who he blamed for leading him astray, for the alcohol that made his restraint weaker than when he was sober. For you who made it so much harder to take what he wanted whenever he wanted, for the ties that you unknowingly binded his arms with.

Your moans would pierce through the window as his cock drove itself deep into you, pulling every sound that he could while he apologized in the only way he knew how to. His mouth would envelope your nipples, sucking each one until tender and red before switching to the other one. Red blotches soon turned a deep purple afterwards and the handprints on your sides would darken along with the hickeys on your neck. Not love bites because what did either of you truly know about love?

It’s the fantasies that he has during that has him pulling out his cock and fisting it while watching as your back arches off of the bed. He would fuck you slow but hard, have you feel worshipped but still completely used. Oliver—like Felix—would suckle at your breasts until you had to pull his head away, whining and whimpering at the sensitivity that would flow through you but he wouldn't stop, he wouldn’t stop until you were crying from it. The love bites—not hickeys because he does love you—would be everywhere, not just on your neck and breasts, he would kiss them afterwards as well, along with the bruises that he would leave with his hands.

It’s a surge of confidence that had made him kiss your forehead, savoring the warmth and the smell of your shampoo and conditioner that invaded his nostrils. It’s your hum in gratitude that makes him leave his lips on your skin for a bit longer before pulling away. “Do you know who it was?” He asked.

You shook your head and more tears flowed down your cheeks. “No,” you said, fingers starting to play with the edges of his nightshirt. “Probably some girl who can’t even pronounce more than two syllables.”

Oliver barked out a laugh and you joined him, moving your head from his shoulder for a moment before resuming your original position. Still, you giggled a bit at your own joke. Oliver had bathed—still had it imprinted in his memory—in the sound of it.

“That’s mean,” you whispered. Oliver shaked his head, both at your words and the contradictory of you as a whole. How, in these moments with the rising dawn up on this roof, you're a sweet little thing who feels bad about her words unlike your daylight self who wouldn’t have even cared.

The tub is already full of steaming water when you dip your legs in it and the steam rises up like grabbing hands as sweat already starts to gather on the flesh of your thigh. Oliver groans softly as you submerge yourself with a sweet sigh. He’s sure that the water is hotter than it needs to be but you like the boiling water, you once told him that it made you more relaxed than any form of sex ever could.

You lay your head on the edge of the tub, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. He wants to join, to spread the soap across your legs, to feel your breaths against his chests and the hitches when his hands inevitably go farther up. His fingers circling your clit as you mouth at his neck, peppering his neck with kisses in a thank you for such pleasures in water that makes both of skins red and raw. It’s when you finally gasp that he knows that you are having your own pleasures in the boiling water and he pants as your breasts heave with each individual short breath. Your parted lips let out small gasps and such sweet little mewls that he wants to lick up with his tongue and bite your parted lips with his teeth until you bleed. The metallic taste wouldn’t deter him though and he would devour you whole, each freckle and each moan he would devour with a sick greed.

#oliver quick x reader #oliver quick #saltburn

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cantalouupe · 10 months

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fhfhfghfjs instead of brain there is tummy bulge xiao,,, just fucking him and seeing the bulge of your dick in his stomach <33

this ask . . . whoever you are just know this changed me

nsfw!!! mdni!!! xiao x m!reader

bottom xiao, sub xiao, tummy bulge, size kink, pet names (baby & good boy)

“Are you ready?” You ask Xiao, sprawled out beneath you, as you remove your fingers from inside him. He’s flushed, skin rosy and damp with a sheen of perspiration—his hair is unruly, and strands are sticking to the sweat his forehead. You sweep your other hand across it, moving the hair out of his face to see his expression clearer.

Once already you’d brought him close the edge, but selfishly stopped before he could go over. He often gets tired after just one orgasm, falling asleep before you even get a chance to properly clean him up, but you crave him so vehemently, so desperately that you keep him from coming until you’ve had your fill. He never seems to mind it, though, staying pliant and moaning hushed and sweet while you play with him.

It’s a bit of a struggle to get inside him, initially. The heavy amount of prep helps you, but his small frame has a hard time welcoming your cock, always squeezing so tight it borders on painful. You guide yourself to him, his body growing tight as soon as he feels your cock bump against his ass, an unconscious action that you diffuse through gentle touches and words.

“Just relax, baby.” You see his lips part, as though attempting to shoot back a small “I’m trying” but you find yourself leaning into him before he has the chance, sealing your mouth over his. He reciprocates as easily as ever, kissing you back like he’d been waiting for it and there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing.

There’s nothing that relaxes him quite like the pressure of your lips against his, and you find that he starts to open up beautifully after getting the chance to kiss you. It’s still suffocating inside, but it’s perfect, and you groan at every inch you’re able to get inside him.

“That’s it,” you praise, “that’s a good boy.”

He inhales, a wet, pathetic little breath, hands clutching onto your arms for dear life while you presume your task, pushing yourself deeper, deeper until you can see the little bulge in his stomach from your cock.

You rub your hand over the bump—always a little mesmerized by how visible it is, how small he is for it to show through—and press down on it the way you know he likes. His body jerks and he makes a noise akin to a sob. It’s the type of noise he’d be embarrassed to hear himself make, one that he would normally try to cover or stifle. Luckily for you, he is at the stage where his awareness is dulled, too drunk on you to notice any sound you pull from him.

Even better is when you start moving, beginning that intoxicating pull and push that makes Xiao tremble. You hold his waist to prevent him from shifting too much, and fuck him a little harder, a little faster, setting a rhythm that sets him off. He’s never truly loud, always quiet in his whimpers and cries, but he never stays quiet. Being as close as possible offers the best access to these soft noises of pleasure, so you always try to keep your face near his to hear them.

Each time you thrust in and your cock bulges through his stomach, he makes a hiccupped moan. He can’t look at it, eyes screwed shut while you hammer in and out of him; he can’t look, but you do, feeling a little possessive over him and how pretty he looks, how nicely he takes your cock, how big you are compared to him. You press down over the spot on his stomach again, keeping it there and feeling your cock against your hand while you fill him.

#genshin x reader #genshin smut #xiao x reader #xiao smut

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iamthecomet · 8 months

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you're so pretty when you're coming for me with the chaos twins, perhaps??

oh, you know how weak I am for them. 1. "You're so pretty when you're coming for me." "Sun--shine--" Dew slurs, stumbles over the syllables in her name. His head drops forward, chin to his chest. He clenches one fist on his thigh, the other is locked tight to the back of her neck, holding her close, even as he babbles at her to--"Wait--give me a second--oh fuck."

Dew's already hard in her palm again. Sticky with cum and pre and spit. The head past red--bordering on an angry shade of violet that Sunshine has never seen on Dew before. It's mesmerizing. The way he still spurts pre even after so many orgasms. How he still hardens up in her hands even when he insists he can't.

She could play with him forever. Would, if he'd let her. But she can tell he's flagging. The haze in his eyes taking over. The sounds he makes are hurt now, broken little sobs as she polishes the head or drags her thumb over the barbell under it. He watches the way she touches him, narrow chest heaving. Lips slick with drool he doesn't have any control of anymore. "One more," she says. She isn't sure if that's actually true. It could be two more, or three. But she'll start small. Give him something he can manage. It'll always be one more. Dew makes a sad little noise but he nods. Already so hard in her hand, pulsing, jumping as she squeezes the base or drags her fingers through the copious amounts of pre. "Still so wet," she whispers and he groans. When he finally looks back up at her his eyes are wet too. Looking like liquid copper. He opens his mouth like he wants to explain it. It's a habit. Dew's taught her a lot about being topside, about their vessels, their magic. But she already knows what he's trying to tell her. Something about how he used to be a water ghoul. How there are some things he just can't shake. Like, this, dripping like a faucet even though he's already cum four times. Or his slick that's no doubt pooling on her bedsheets. She bends to kiss him to swallow the words. To focus him back on the moment. On the way her hand feels. Maybe, when she's done making him cum himself dry, she'll fuck him. Or if she can get him hard again she'll let him fuck her. A treat for being so good. She isn't sure, won't know until the moment comes. She slides her tongue against his, swallows the pathetic little noises he makes as he tries to pull her closer like he wants to slide into her skin with her. He pulls away far too soon. Mouth open, gasping, body tensing. "Oh fuck. Oh no. You're gonna make me--Sunny--please." The sound he makes when he cums makes Sunny throb. Gut punched and wrecked. He sobs through it, hiccuping as he dribbles all over her Sunny's hand. There's far less than last time, and when it's over Dew sags, his head hitting her shoulder with a solid thump. He's panting, clinging to her even as she keeps stroking him, fresh cum making the slide even easier. "Wait--fuck--Sunny. You gotta--I can't." "One more, Dewy" she says again, whispered into his ear, tongue flicking out over the shell of it. "You're so pretty when you're cumming for me. Let me see it again, just one more. For me, please?" Dew's breath hitches. Sunshine feels the wet heat of his tears on her shoulder, and for half a second she thinks he might call it. But then he nods, slow and syrupy against her shoulder, but a nod nonetheless. "One more," he agrees. "Just one more. For you."

#comet writes #drabble #crow ♥#Sunshine Ghoulette #Dewdrop Ghoul #Sunshine/Dewdrop #Dewdrop/Sunshine #Sunny/Dew #Ghost fic #ghost fan fic #ghost fan fiction #the band ghost fan fiction #good morning friends #have some filth

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arabaka · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ reigen arataka x fem!reader x serizawa katsuya. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! reader has an established relationship with reigen. virginity loss (serizawa). fingering. light cum eating. m!receiving oral. threesome (no serirei). she/her pronouns. use of 'girl' and 'beautiful' (once each). unprotected sex. WORD COUNT: 3.2k PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI or I WILL IRRITATE YOUR BOWELS（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

It’s unholy, the sounds you’re making but they sound more glorious than a church choir and promise to take him to heaven all the same.

Moans freely fall from your parted lips, incantations of your lover’s name following a breath as he drags your pleasure out using only his fingers. Your face is the picture of ecstasy, eyelashes flittering together as you struggle to keep your eyes open, too overcome by his hand at your cunt and his lips on your ear. A single utterance, no– an order makes you fight your heavy lids, your gaze coming to focus on the tense figure seated on a chair by the end of the bed. “Keep looking at him.”

Him being Serizawa. Your friend. His employee.

It’s all so filthy, this little arrangement of yours. Reigen, the teacher. Serizawa, the student. And you? Why, you're the perfect teaching model.

"Are you paying attention, Serizawa?" Reigen asks but he can already see it in his eyes; the man is absolutely mesmerized by your expressions of rapture, dutifully following every sigh, every whimper as you writhe in Reigen's hold. Serizawa’s eyes, wide with intrigue, trace your form, following the curve of your legs as you keep them spread and bent for his viewing pleasure. He’s committing to memory what makes you tick, keeping track of where Reigen’s fingers are when your hips buck into the air so helplessly, so needily. His fingers twitch, anxious for their turn. This isn’t lost on you. None of Serizawa’s reactions, so tame and meek, are lost on you.

You aren’t exaggerating anything; all your drawn out moans, every hiccup and cry, are genuine and deserved. You’re there to be pleased and to make sure everyone in the room knows it. You tremble, caged between Reigen’s legs, as his index finger runs circles around your clit, his other hand working on pumping one digit, then another, and then another deep inside your awaiting pussy. All you can do is continue to sing Reigen’s praises as he so eloquently explains, “Listen to that. Look at how wet she is, just from playing with her clit. That’s how she’s able to suck me in so easily, right?” You can’t nod fast enough, gripping onto Reigen’s arms as he drives his fingers in and out your quivering hole, your walls closing in on him with every push. “You gotta make sure she’s enjoying it– you got that, Serizawa?”

He sounds like he’s done this before, like you both have done this before– wait, have you? Another rush of blood has his erection twitching in his slacks, desperate for release and Reigen knows this. He sees Serizawa start to palm the heavy ridge, watches carefully how the man’s chest starts to rise and fall a little quicker, a little needier. Serizawa's squirming in his seat, when did this chair get so uncomfortable? “What do you think, hm? Ready to take over?” Reigen’s sudden question makes the heat in Serizawa’s face jump several degrees but his mouth runs dry when it comes to answering. It’s only when you chime in, voice laden with lust, that Serizawa snaps out if it.

“Serizawa… Please. I wanna cum.”

You’re counting the differences between Reigen’s touch and Serizawa’s; where Reigen is smooth, Serizawa is rough. He’s whispering apologetic mantras in your ears, breath hot and heavy on the shell of your ear as his gruff hands grope and cup your breasts. The quality of his hunger, the intrinsic, animalistic nature in him is obvious from his ministrations on your chest and it’s palpable; all on his own, he pulls delicious moans from you and the way his name rolls off your tongue goads him to push further, to test the waters.

Serizawa’s thicker digits pinch your nipples, first hesitantly but when you beg him for more, he tugs ever so slightly, his pupils blown wide as he fixates on the perfect O your supple lips make. All because of him. You can feel Serizawa struggle beneath you as you recline on his chest, situated so comfortably between his legs on the bed you normally only share with Reigen. You start to grind on Serizawa, rolling your hips back to treat him to some friction as a treat for how he’s lavishing your tits with his touch. Guttural groans come rumbling from his throat and before he knows it, he has one hand eagerly traveling down your stomach, fingers rolling around the hood of your swollen clit. He gasps at how wet you are and his gaze can’t help but shift from the hand at your tit to the build up of arousal around your cunt.

“You’re doing so good, Seri…” You coo, a gentle hand of yours coming to cup his face, your thumb starting to swipe lovingly on his cheek. Your eyes flit over to Reigen, who’s started to disrobe. First his tie, then his coat. You watch with bated breath as one by one, his buttons come loose. You’ve always been enchanted by his body but now with Serizawa’s fingers on you, fingers IN you, your feelings are amplified to a degree that has your brain buzzing and your core twisting. “Is this okay?” Serizawa’s voice is ragged in your ear, desperate for a remedy. A remedy only you can give him.

In one fell swoop, you capture Serizawa’s lips in a kiss that is both aggressive and full of affection, like the dam’s been broken and there’s no turning back. You lick until he invites you in, your tongues clashing, first like novices but he catches on so perfectly for you, takes all your incantations of his name with a full heart and a throbbing cock. Your walls flutter around his fingers, just two of them feeling like Reigen’s three (maybe even four), filling you up as he plunges knuckles deep inside you. His movements are haphazard but the pace he works at makes you delirious all the same. He smooths circles around your clit, remembering how that made you melt and moan and you can feel him smile widely against your mouth as you do as he expected. Crying and whining for him.

“C-Can I cum?” Lips popping free from Serizawa’s, you crane your head back to Reigen, choking on your breath as you find him stroking his cock, wrist rolling hard from the tip to the base. His thumb gathers the build up of pre-cum, reserving it for your taste buds as he saunters over. You know the drill so you wrap your lips around his finger, sucking him clean. He presses his thumb deeper, narrowed eyes with heavy lids glancing over to Serizawa when he instructs, “Go on. Make her cum.”

Serizawa swallows hard. There’s a lot going on, it’s almost too much but he does what he’s told. But not before lingering on Reigen’s hard and bulging member for a moment, noting its length and slight curvature, how the tip is red and leaking. “Kiss me, Serizawa. I wanna cum!” Your begging pulls his attention back to you and oh, how he wants to please you so bad, feel you crumble all around him as he ushers you to your long-awaited release. So he pinches your cheeks, capturing your jutted lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue already sliding against yours as he jackhammers his fingers while adding another into your pliant little hole. Your walls, so squishy and tightening more and more by the second, welcome the pressure Serizawa’s fingers bring. “P-Please.” Now he’s pleading, panting into your mouth as he finishes, “Cum for me.”

You couldn’t deny the request, even if you wanted to. You cum, hard and rushed, around Serizawa’s fingers and even he joins in your dreamy moans as he feels your release coat his fingers in a glimmering sheen. Drops of your slick start to trickle down his wrist and you’ve stained his jacket, his slacks, but he doesn’t care. He’d let you ruin anything in his closet. He’d let you ruin him.

And that’s when you start to feel a foreign puddle welling up behind you. Serizawa’s come to burst with you, cumming in his pants so fast that he chokes on a groan so loud, it makes Reigen’s member twitch with anticipation. Serizawa would be ashamed if this was any other situation. But with the pair of you, all he can think about is how he now has a desire for more.

Your breathing starts to regulate, but you know it won’t be stable for long, not if Serizawa and Reigen have anything to say about it. You can already feel Serizawa’s cock fatten up behind you in record time, displaying his want, his carnal need, for more. It’s Reigen that breaks the silence, cock in hand as he continues to pump, “You ready to cum in her pussy next, Serizawa?” And it’s you who so sweetly offers on an exhale, “Your pick.”

That’s how Serizawa’s ended up lying on his back. That’s how you have ended up with your legs spread, knees at his hips, your cunt just mere inches above his fat, throbbing member. And that’s how Reigen’s ended up with his cock at your cheek– poking, prodding, impatient.

“I’m gonna put it in, okay, Seri?” He feebly nods. You’ll take it. Your palms flat on his stomach, you sink your hips low until Serizawa’s wide tip is bumping along your entrance. You gasp when he centers his cock, the head of his shaft now pressing in you. So much of him has to cram inside, the pressure has you feeling stuffed and he isn’t even past the tip. The stretch– it burns but you try not to show it in your face. Serizawa is the opposite; he’s never mastered the art of a poker face, always wearing his heart on his sleeve so you see it all. Nirvana just cresting his expression, his eyes are awash with pleasure as he watches your hips shimmy, pussy finally adjusting to his girth.

Sliding down, you push a husky groan from Serizawa, straight from his chest. His head sinks further into the mattress and shaky hands come to rest on your waist, though you can’t tell if that’s for him or for you. You feel sublime, unlike anything he’s ever felt before and you haven’t even started moving. You’re just so warm and you hug him so tight with your walls. You watch him shudder and huff just under his breath. It must be a lot for him, you think. So you start nice and slow, your hips undulating with a focus on running your clit over him but you underestimate just how delicious the combination of stimulating yourself while the end of his cock is buried so deep inside you, you feel him throbbing in the pit of your stomach.

Oh. This is very different from Reigen.

“I’m– I’m gonna start moving now.” When you speak, you choke on your words. It’s overwhelming. It’s easy to understand how you’ve only been focusing on Serizawa, why you can only take him into consideration because he’s just so massive, he’s wedged in so tight he makes you feel whole. But that doesn’t stop Reigen from nudging your cheek with the fat of his cock, thumb rubbing out his foreskin as he eagerly awaits for you to relieve him. “Make sure you hold onto her, Serizawa.” Reigen barely gets the words out without groaning. You whittled away the last shred of his composure when he saw you take all of Serizawa into that tight little pussy of yours, the same one he’s claimed, the very one he’s filled with his cum more times than he can recall.

And you’re taking him in so well, Reigen notes, and it’s appetizing how your bottom lip, supple and pouty, ushers out whispered moans and whimpers as you start to grind on Serizawa’s cock on your ascent. “Go on. Help her.” Reigen’s orders sound weakened; seeing you fuck yourself on his newly minted worker makes his member pulse and twitch in his hand, wrapping tighter with every stroke as he commits to memory the way Serizawa is looking at you, eyes fogged over with salacious want while you completely commit yourself to the tidal waves of pleasure that flood your pussy when Serizawa’s veiny cock run along your walls. You’re finding your rhythm with Serizawa when your cunt finally adjusts to his width and length and he can feel you relax around him but why are you still so fucking tight?

“C’mere.” Reigen murmurs to you, his free hand coming to cup your chin. He gives you a look over, soaking in how fucked out you look with your glazed over eyes and slack jaw, skin slightly shiny with sweat. If he’s being honest, he could cum just from watching Serizawa fuck you dumb but he’s the only reason you two are here, like this, so he thinks he’s earned himself some special attention too. So when he presses a palm to the back of your head, drawing you in, you oblige with a greedy open mouth. No adjusting necessary, Reigen’s cock fits perfectly in your mouth and you know just how to treat him.

“Thatta’ girl.” You eat up Reigen’s praises, you always have, and you show your gratitude by looking up at him, keeping that eye contact when the tip of your nose finally runs against his pelvis. Reigen’s groans start to join Serizawa as they both give themselves over to the pleasure, over to you. God, you think Reigen’s always sounded pretty but with Serizawa in the mix, you think you’ll short-circuit. It’s indescribable, the way they both fill you up and drive themselves into you like they can’t live without it. Without you.

Serizawa can’t help it, you feel too good. Surely you’ll forgive him for deepening his thrusts, rushing his cock inside you quicker and harder than before. You look so blissful, eyelashes fluttering shut as you gag yourself on Reigen’s dick and the sounds you make are so sloppy, so lewd and sinful that Serizawa has to grind you on the base of his cock until he’s hitting a spot that makes you cry all around Reigen. “Fuck, beautiful. You’re doing so good.” The blond croons watching you crumble around Serizawa’s forceful ramming. Reigen starts to rock himself into you, throwing his head back when your cheeks start to hollow out as you suck long and hard down his length. His cock quivers in your mouth, bobbing and filling out the back of your mouth with a familiar, but ever intoxicating feel. He keeps you up and stable, a hand at the crown of your head dragging you as deep as he wants you to be while the other meets yours on his outer thigh. You cling to him for support and he gladly gives it, watching you with such rapture as you get your holes filled by the two of them.

Serizawa bucks his hips into you with reckless abandon, trying to make sure he is flush against your cunt at every second. The pressure, the intensity at which you squeeze him with your hot and gummy walls is so sublime, he can hardly contain himself. He could never imagine that this is what sex feels like, that this is what YOU feel like. Your pussy clings to him so tightly, he's going delirious. This is so different from his fist, from all the late nights he'd spent rutting into his own hand for some relief. He thought he knew pleasure but you're showing him just how wrong he was. He fights the heaviness in his lids to focus on you, feeling his chest tighten and his cock twitch when he sees you deep throating Reigen's length with lewd enthusiasm. Yet you still bounce on Serizawa's cock, giving both men the attention they deserve and crave like it's second nature to you.

Rings of erotic bliss flood your system, from your mouth to your cunt, electrifying shocks added every time your clit brushes against Serizawa's abdomen. Your groans aren't just self-serving; through the tear drops coating your eyelashes, you see Reigen crane his head to the ceiling, his expression putting his euphoria on full display as he continues to fill your pliant mouth with his engorged member. You savor his taste, flattening your tongue against his length and surrounding him with your wet and hot slobber as you continue to pump him into your mouth. You sputter and gag around him, knowing full well this drives him crazy. "Fuck." Reigen growls, almost as if on cue when you push yourself to hilt, the tip of your nose flattening against his trimmed pubic hair. You just look so pretty, so ironically angelic, taking them both in so earnestly and happily. It's enough to drive him mad– hell, drive them both over the edge.

"You getting close?" Reigen's voice is gravelly but his words are clear. However, who he is speaking to is up in the air so you and Serizawa both reply. You in the series of choked whines and Serizawa with a husky and depraved yes. "Gonna cum in your mouth and Serizawa's gonna fill you up. Can you do that?" You couldn't argue, wouldn't argue. You're so full, so absolutely wracked with pleasure that you could do this over and over again and never get tired. The knot building up in your core, the one Serizawa's been poking and jamming, is bursting at the seams and you're just dying for release.

Serizawa's a mess, jaw slack and eyes hazy as he reaches his apex and Reigen can't help but delight in knowing you've brought him there– that you two are the reason for his wrecked state. Between that and seeing you, so hungry and shiny with tears and sweat, Reigen's about to pop. And he does, he can't even get the words out fast enough to warn you when he starts to shoot and flood your mouth with his sticky cum. You lap up all that he gives you, taste buds tingling at his unique flavor. You try to swallow but feel yourself buckling, knees shaking when Serizawa pummels into you with a whole new degree of fervor and want, like he's determined to coat your innermost being with his cum. He chokes, "C-Cumming!" as his cock spasms one last time against the ridges of your tight walls, his cum abundant and thick as it spurts inside you. It's so much, it spills out along with your own release from the tiniest of crevices, gathering in a puddle on Serizawa's pelvis. The nerves in your clit pulse, hard enough that you feel it throughout your whole body and all you can do is sigh in contentment all around Reigen's member, his cock still hard and deep in your mouth.

Replacing the moans comes heavy breathing and huffs, the three of you trying to stabilize your hearts after such a raucous experience. Reigen's cock slips out of your mouth, dribbling remnants of cum and drool down your puffy lips until your chin is soaked. He smooths your cheek with his thumb, looking at your with such adoration it makes you heart thud loudly in your chest. "I'll go get some towels." He ends up murmuring against your lips, leaving you with a sweet peck.

And when he comes back, he sees you, still stuffed with Serizawa's cock, lurching forward and gingerly rubbing Serizawa's face, red and obviously spent, popping a few kisses to his lips while you praise him for being so good, perfect even. That's when he knows. You'll be doing this again. And again. And again.

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Can we get some more mage Soap and his lust demons Ghost and Roach? 😌

I think soap got two little tattoos to remind him of his two demons and they get absolutely feral over it.

Part 1 right here!

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Ghost had returned the human to his room after he recovered, telling him to not summon anyone else.

Soap had been a bit surprised that Ghost and Roach let him go back home. It was a common occurrence now for him to just be relaxing and them to appear to drag him away. Time didn't really pass when they had him so Ghost hoped it wasn't too bad.

Soap never complained at least.

Ghost held him in his lap, currently working him open. It had been a while and Soap was getting impatient. They both ignored him, continuing to sit calmly and Ghost continued to fit more and more of his tentacles into him. His hands were keeping his legs spread open so Roach could see everything he was doing.

Soap whimpered. “One of you, please...” He was trying to rock back, but the tentacles avoided his prostate, working deeper and stretching him even further. He sobbed and continued to just take the onslaught, not really having much of a choice. Occasionally, his legs would twitch to close or his hips would try to move and Ghost would stop completely, forcing him to go still again.

Roach made a motion and Ghost pulled everything out of him, hearing Soap cry out. He watched as Roach forced his cock deep into Soap and the little human moaned, looking excited to finally get some relief. Soap started to bounce excitedly.

Roach pulled his arms behind his back and settled him further in his lap, panting softly. Roach's cock made Soap's tummy dent slightly, truly a gorgeous fucking sight. Soap desperately started to rock on him and Roach quickly forced him to be still, enjoying the hot pressure Soap gave. He didn’t seem any more eager to give Soap relief than Ghost did, planning on keeping him there a while. His hands stroked up and down his sides as Soap sobbed.

“Please, I need more. Please.” He tried to move again, but Roach stopped him, squeezing his hips.

Ghost was staring, admiring both of them. He traced Soap's figure with his eyes before stopping when he noticed something on his ribs.

Roach's hand obscured it, but there was clearly something new there. He stared at it, trying to make it out before something warm rushed through him.

Ghost stalked over, moving Roach’s hand and... there was a tattoo. A small one of a bug with Cicada like wings, just like Roach’s.

Soap flushed and moved to show that on his other side was a skull in the same design as Ghost’s.

“I... Well.. You know... I’m close with you guys....” Soap was worried he had upset them somehow before he was being crushed between them. Roach’s hips picked up immediately, finally thrusting in and give him what he wanted, and Ghost wrapped his arms around him to keep him steady.

Ghost’s fingers traced over the skull tattoo, mesmerized. A permanent mark. Something Soap wouldn’t be rid of until he died, which would be far, far away.

Soap moaned and wrapped his arms tight around Ghost, kissing at his neck. He had gotten rather used to Ghost’s more fickle form, the one that was made of shadows and writhing things in the dark. Ghost had a feeling he liked it.

“Fuck, Roach slow down a little.” Soap whined, pressing tighter against Ghost. Roach sank his teeth into his shoulder but he did slow down, instead focusing on fucking him harder. Soap whimpered and sobbed, shaking from pleasure. Ghost grabbed his chin and made him look up at him.

“After all that begging, you can’t take it now?”

Soap hiccupped a little, starting to sob again. His legs twitched and he was writhing, both pressing against Ghost to get away and also shoving himself back to take more. He sobbed pathetically, shaking from the force. He came all over himself but they weren’t going to stop now.

“I fucking love them. You should get more.” Ghost growled and kissed him, tongue pushing into his mouth until he almost pushed down his throat. He trailed his claws down his side, careful to not cut the tattoos. He wanted to make sure he could see them.

Soap moaned loudly and his nails dug into him before Roach came inside him.

“Too much. Oh, fuck its too much.” He knew it wasn’t going to stop right now though.

Ghost pulled back from him and picked him up. Tentacles wrapped their way around his wrists, half suspending him. He adjusted Soap, admiring once again how small his human looked in his hands.

His fingers could almost touch when he wrapped them around him and he held him tight. Roach started to bite along his ribs, marking him more. Ghost pulled him closer, holding him steady.

Soap whimpered and looked at him pleadingly.

“Yes?” Ghost hissed out.

“Bite me too? Thinking of getting your teeth marks tattooed.”

Ghost shoved into him hard and he was all over him. He kept kissing him before yanking away to bite any skin that hadn’t already been marked to hell. Soap kept screaming, body arching so far it looked like it hurt. His hands quickly supported his hips, trying to make sure he didn’t hurt himself.

Ghost faintly realized there were too many hands and he wondered which were his and which were Roach’s, dragging their nails over his body. Roach started to lick at the wounds, stopping them from bleeding.

Ghost forced Soap’s head back and placed a harsh bite right on his throat, growling against him. Soap whimpered, trembling with effort.

Soap tightened around him, a fucking vice. He started to whimper more, trembling before he came.

“Fuck, you...” He whined as Ghost didn’t slow down, searching for his own release. Soap sobbed from the overstimulation, trying to pull away from what Ghost was doing to him. Ghost pulled him back, determined to come in him. Once again, Soap’s stomach dented, his cock clearly breaking him open. Splitting him in half. Ghost felt dizzy.

He came in him, mixing with Roach. He kept Soap suspended for a moment longer, listening to his harsh breathing and his little heart pitter-pattering.

“Jesus christ.” Soap managed to puff out. “You guys really like the tattoos I see.”

Roach licked up the side of his neck, moaning. He nodded excitedly.

Soap smiled, looking tired. “I... I think I need to lay down.”

Oh fuck. Human limits.

Ghost and Roach quickly laid him down, tangling around him. Soap looked closed to passing out, melting.

“Too much?”

“Nah. Just need to get used it.”

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #ghost x roach #roach x ghost #roach x soap #soap x roach #ghost x soap x roach

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kookaburra-laugh · 1 year

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I read that in 2022 - GO Edition

hi friends, i come with a list of fic recommendations on this first day of 2023! for me, 2022 brought new friends and new fandom and im eager to share what i’ve read and loved with you all

not all of these were written in 2022, but that’s when i read them

Accept a Little Spin by nieded @nieded

rated E | 100k+ words (ongoing)

It's the 2023 season, and sophomore driver, Ezira Phale, is out to prove he's worthy of his seat at McLaren F1 as the world tests the boundaries of his confidence and his relationship with IndyCar driver, AJ Crowley.

Part 2 of Rainbow Road 🏁🌈

Waking Up Slow by the_moonmoth @themoonmothwrites

rate E | 88k words

After both being exposed to coronavirus, total strangers Crowley and Aziraphale are forced to wait out their isolation together. A tale of soft winter romance by the sea.

close quarters pining, slow and hot and full of feelings

stalwart sun, wily moon by dustnhalos @dustandhalos

rated M | 370k words

Anthony J. Crowley is a world-class art thief with a complicated past who, until now, had been pretty content with going through life as part of a prolific black market art trafficking ring.

That is, until a simple logistical hiccup leads him straight into the path of one Aziraphale Fell, former Head Conservator of the British Museum turned antique repair shop owner.

Little do they both know, the strands of friendship, morality, and deception in their shared circles of the London art world are interwoven in even more complex ways than either of them could have expected...

such rebel blood by curtaincall @fremulon

rated T | 60k words

Anthony Crowley needs a break. Six months after being tried for murder, he’s struggling to find a new publisher for his mystery novels—and to conquer his (apparently unrequited) feelings for Lord Aziraphale Eastgate, the man who saved his life.

Spending a few weeks out in the country working on a murder-mystery game for a rich young American’s twenty-first birthday party seems like an easy choice. But when the simulated death becomes all too real, Crowley finds himself caught up in the investigation—and crossing paths once more with someone he feared he’d never see again...

Part 2 of A Love Story with Detective Interruptions

No Room at the Inn by summerofspock @summerofspock

rated T | 735 words

A tipsy makeout scene for the prompt Bed Sharing.

tender and mild on main

Anatomy 101 by Fyre @amuseoffyre

rated E | 102k words

Two humans are enjoying some alone time. A demon has questions. An angel has answers.

an owners manual of sorts that developed feelings along the way

Mark of the Serpent by NaroMoreau, summerofspock @naromoreau @summerofspock

rated E | 150k words

Prince Aziraphale is about to be crowned King of Angelhaven when he's taken captive by pirates. When he's sold as a pleasure slave to King Crowley, ruler of the nation readying for war with his, he is forced to keep his identity a secret as he tries to find a way home and keep peace. But not everything at King Crowley's court is as it seems and Aziraphale will have to face machinations of a Royal Court that are far more complex than he had thought.

A Captive Prince AU with an omegaverse twist.

Unusual Occurrences at A.Z. Fell and Co.'s by WritesEveryBlueMoon @gwenstacyismyicon

rated T | 1500 words

When the bizzare and amusing habits of Mr A.Z. Fell, bookseller, begin to trend on the internet, those who dwell on various social media sites share their frustrations, confusion, and extraordinarily unusual stories.

An Oddly Mesmerizing Display by ZehWulf @zehwulf

rated E | 29k words

Crowley's a sex-indifferent/favorable asexual omega fresh off suppressants and in the market for someone to help him through what promises to be a trial of a heat. His friend gets him tickets to the Spring Fling Heat Date Auction, where he can win a date with an eligible alpha (or omega). Naturally, a certain alpha with a regrettably memorable stage magic show and intriguing scent catches his eye...

On The Habits Of Vampires And Retired Goths by munchmulch @munchmulch

rated T | 21k words

The thing is about Crowley's new neighbor, the thing is that Crowley is very, very gay.

the best kind of miscommunication. crowley has vampire traits and aziraphale makes some connections. aziraphale has wolfish traits but crowley is blinded by love and willfully ignores them

A Guide to Fame for the Enterprising Demon by asideofourown @asideofourown

rated T | 8k words

[Crowley accidentally gets a bit famous, and the internet figures out he may be a bit immortal]

All The Dreams We Had by ImpishTubist @impishtubist

rated T | 6.5k words

This time will be different, Aziraphale thinks. This time, Crowley will remember.

crowley cant remember falliing in love, no matter how many times he does it

do you know what eternity is? by gazing @choreomanic

rated T | 16k words

I'll pretend to propose, Crowley said.

It'll be fine, Crowley said.

It was, Aziraphale decided, not fine.

tender and mild on main. incredibly soft and silly and cute. so many proposals

Till death do us part (or not) by fractalgeometry @geometricfractal

rated G | 2.5k words

Awkward Tesco reunions: the real curse of immortality

exactly as it says on the tin. hits all the best feels

All That’s Best of Dark and Bright by hope_in_the_dark @hope-inthedark

rated T | 5.5k words

When Crowley drops a bomb on a church, Aziraphale falls in love with him. This should be a secret, but unfortunately, Aziraphale's never been much good at keeping them.

a heartwrencher to be sure, but so sweet and gentle at the same time

Hanging By a Moment by NaroMoreau @naromoreau

rated E | 5.5k words

Sometimes the best thing is to leave. Fresh slate and all that. For Crowley, it seems like the only option, having fallen hopelessly in love with his best friend.

crowley convinces himself that this moment with aziraphale that he's always wanted doesnt mean the same thing to both of them. but he's leaving next week so he's going to make sure this experience will be one to remember

Echo by snae_b

rated E | 52k words

This isn’t your average coffee shop AU.

kinda sorta amnesia/time loop but so much deeper! bamf protective devoted crowley

Amazing by nightbloomingcereus @moondawntreader

rated E | 9k words

Aziraphale thinks he's been hired to perform his magic act at a party. It turns out that there's been a slight misunderstanding and everyone thinks he's there for an entirely different sort of show. Good thing the caterer is there to save the day.

Green Groves by NaroMoreau @naromoreau

rated E | 16.5k words

Aziraphale Fell isn't entirely happy living in his father's house. But when a new friend enters into his life, his whole world will change in an unexpected way.

Paper Thin Walls by angelsnuffbox @angelsnuffbox

rated E | 16.5k

Sure being in love with your best friend when he also happens to live in the flat next door, where you can hear every single one of his conquests through that shared wall, sounds challenging. But being in love with your best friend when he lives next door and you two used to shag? Might just be a tad more difficult, but Aziraphale muddles through somehow.

Be Ye Therefore Merciful by AmberDiceless

rated T | 9.5k words

Crowley does something utterly unexpected, and Aziraphale must face an opponent who cannot be thwarted. Hints of pre-A/C.

bookverse - crowley is injured by a blessed bullet in a warzone and aziraphale uses his full will (and rules lawyering) to keep him safe.

Any Way You Want It by Justkeeptrekkin @justkeeptrekkin

Saving the world is exhausting work. With Heaven and Hell off their backs, it seems as good a time as any for Crowley and Aziraphale to take a proper break. Neither one of them predicts the direction their holiday takes.

a scotland vacation, some realizations, and confessions to match. tender and mild on main.

Small Cock Appreciation Society by cheerios_and_wine @cheeriosandwine

rated E | 6.5k words

Crowley is the founding member. Aziraphale's is the member.

incredibly sweet and hot. crowley and aziraphale fit so well together

Lift Me Up, O Lord by CopperBeech @copperplatebeech

rated E | 37k words

Aziraphale Fell’s maintained a string of weightlifting victories, a strained relationship with his family, and his grandfather’s waistcoat right into his fifties.

Distance runner Anthony Crowley’s spent the last decade watching his racing career recede in the rearview, but it doesn’t stop him running, literally, away from his feelings.

lifter aziraphale, runner crowley, and a bicycle race

Boyfriend Debut by snae_b

rated E | 20k words

It’s fucking on camera. It’s not that complicated.

sex with feelings between porn stars who really hit it off

Pop the Question by tweedfeather @tweedfeather

rated T

Crowley plans to pop the question to Aziraphale at their favourite restaurant. Things don't go as planned.

A short, sweet, and silly fan-comic.

Where We Will Love by TawnyOwl95 @tawnyontumblr

rated E | 17.5k words

Crowley busks in Piccadilly Circus.

Just down the road in Haymarket, Azra Eastgate performs at Her Majesty’s Theatre.

One duet is going to change both their lives.

Trust Me, I'm A Professional by Lurlur @lurlur

rated E | 12k words

After a mishap with a client, Crowley finds himself booking in at his local emergency department. His bitchy angel of a nurse takes good care of him, making Crowley regret that he can't really just leave his number.

Perhaps the universe has other plans for his love life?

Many Ways To Say It by Fledglinger @fledglingdoodles

rated G

"Listen well, dear ones, for there are many ways to tell him 'I Love You'..."

an incredibly sweet comic

Steamed by summerofspock @summerofspock

When Aziraphale's favorite porn star walks into the coffee shop where he works, it completely derails Aziraphale's day.

What happens when the sexy guy you're used to watching fuck people on your computer screen is actually the most awkward man you've ever met?

Heavenly Hands by ZehWulf @zehwulf

rated E | 7.5k words

Even girlbosses need a bit of stress relief between gaslighting and gatekeeping, and Crowley is no exception. Good thing she has a standing appointment with an angel from Higher Calling Relaxation. (A porn trope parody fic.)

A Sharper Sweet by musegnome @musegnome

rated E | 5k words

Nothing smells quite the same any more. He bends over the plates anyway, and breathes in deep. Cinnamon and chocolate, fruit and sugar and butter. The scents would have set his mouth watering, before. He reaches out to touch the raspberry sauce drizzled over the cake, and stares at the drop of deep pink puree mounded on his fingertip.

crowley enjoys some sweets for his vampire partner and they both have a rather enjoyable time. a little angst at the start

Pavlov's Backroom by justheidi @scienceismygirlfriend

rated M | 444 words

"A word with you, angel. In private."

A conversation in the backroom of the bookshop.

Trying it On by snae_b

rated E | 6k words

Anthony Crowley. Stylist to an elite tier of the UK’s hottest stars. And now, apparently, to one dowdy, soft around the middle, recently divorced publishing heir.

Intermezzo by FeralTuxedo @feraltuxedo

rated E | 47k words

Music critic Aziraphale Fell is trying to break into the world of television, when he is signed to make a documentary about former-rockstar-turned-composer Anthony Crowley. It’s been eleven years since Aziraphale’s disastrous review of Crowley’s debut opera nipped his classical music career in the bud. He can only hope that Crowley will get over his admittedly justified grudge to make the TV show a success.

A classical music sex comedy. Yes, really.

Coq au Vin by Ginger_Cat @gingiekittycat

rated E | 13k words

Tonight’s the night. He can feel it in his bones, in his wings, in his demonic soul. It’s going to happen—months of showering the angel with flowers and chocolates and perfect picnic lunches and walks thorough the farmers’ market, romantic row-boat rides on the lake and concerts in the park and dinner at the Ritz and everything in-bloody-between, are all culminating in this one night.

Because Crowley is making Aziraphale dinner, and Crowley is going to kiss him.

When the Sun Goes Down by TawnyOwl95 @tawnyontumblr

rated E | 16k words

Mr Anthony J. Crawleigh, disgraced heir to the Helton Abbey Estate, has been summoned home to attend his sister's engagement party.

It's only four days of shooting, dancing and making nice with nobs. He's survived much, much worse.

If only Mama hadn't arranged for such a handsome young man to undress him every night. Practically asking for trouble, that is.

Everything I've Had by AppleSeeds

rated M | 13k words

After developing a chronic illness that leaves him unable to live alone, Crowley moves back home to London where he reunites with his childhood best friend Aziraphale. Aziraphale helps to take care of Crowley and keeps him company while he's in bed, bringing them closer together and reigniting old feelings.

for the first time by summerofspock @summerofspock

rated E | 3k words

It’s been six months since they’ve seen each other any way besides over FaceTime and Aziraphale is desperate for the sound of Crowley’s voice without the filter of the tinny speakers of his iPhone, for the smell of the crook of his neck, for the way his body fills the space beside him. He knows Crowley will be here soon and yet his heart hardly believes it is real.

Rivers Of Gold by entanglednow @entanglednow

rated E | 7k words

Crowley is commissioned to sculpt an angel for a family chapel, but the more he uncovers from the marble the less willing he is to give it up.

amaretto by goosewriting @goosetooths

rated E | 69k words

Aziraphale, a human, has grown used to being alone.

Everything changes for him when a unique occult relic falls into his hands and loops him into a contract with a mild-mannered (if a bit snarky) demon named Crowley.

#good omens #fic rec #give these authors some love #thanks for helping me through another year #looking forward to the madness that will be season 2 #happy new year

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epiphyllous · 2 years

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Visitation Rights (Malleus/Reader) [2/3]

Malleus invites you over to help him celebrate Christmas, a human holiday. It is officially day 2 of visiting Briar Valley and you all finish up the decorations around the castle, while some things are revealed to those who are observant enough to notice. (Just how subtle do the two of you think you are, anyways?) word count: ~5.4k notes: malleus x reader, gender-neutral reader "you", pre-relationship, mutual pining, you celebrate Christmas with Diasomnia dorm!! lots and lots of fluff

[Part 1]

Turns out, Sebek was right. They did end up finishing the tree the next day.

After deliberating for so long the day before about the tree ornaments, it was only a matter of placing the chosen decor onto the tree. It goes without a hitch, despite the earlier hiccup of Sebek waking you up much too early to begin. You were tempted to sleep through Sebek’s loud reminders when Malleus popped his head into your room and asked you if you were ready.

Suddenly, you found yourself more than willing.

As a result, it is only late morning when you all finish the tree, decked in all its ornamental glory that even the servants cannot help but stop by and admire its grandiosity. You ended up with a star known to guide lost travelers, a compass-like, golden star with its north and south prongs longer than the rest. You explain its history as much as you can with your limited knowledge, mildly embarrassed that the other three hang onto your words as though you were an expert. (You had researched it all the morning of, thankfully.)

“Great work, everyone,” Silver says, standing back with the rest of them to view the tree.

“Hmph, of course it is magnificent,” Sebek huffs, crossing his arms proudly. “There cannot be anything below perfection when it is decorated in the Fairy Palace.”

You briefly stop your admiration of the tree to glance over at Malleus, only to look back with a wide smile. The look of undisguised awe and fascination is unfamiliar but not unwelcomed on Malleus’s face.

It’s a look that you’ve seen on a lot of people in the castle recently when they pass by. As opposed to whispers of gossip, it is more hushed tones of wonder that pass through the dining hall. It is endearing to you as it is to see Malleus like this, to have a palace full of fae just as curious as their prince.

“Malleus,” you say, nudging him out of his reverie. “You want to go ask everyone if they want to put a decoration on the tree?”

He blinks, and you huff in laughter, wondering if he's still recovering from his mesmerization. “Everyone?”

“Yeah, they’re all staring at it. I figured they’d want to maybe contribute something?” You grin. “And next year round maybe they’ll be able to decorate it even without me here.”

Instead of jumping on the prospect of future holiday celebrations, Malleus holds your gaze. “Will you not?” When you look at him in confusion, he repeats himself steadily, “Will you not be here next year to help with decorations?”

And despite the fact you have already known Malleus holds you in high esteem (Sebek still grumbles about this to you), that perhaps you are simply the most convenient guide for human holidays, you feel your heart rise to your throat. Oh, you think, your smile wobbly, he wants me to be here with him next year too.

“As long as you’ll have me,” you tell him. Giddy, your mouth runs without you, “And maybe I can invite you to my place for a celebration too.”

The habitual words ‘if you want’ are left unsaid; one embarrassed look at Malleus is all you need to know that there is nothing he would want more.

(You wonder if the excitement is because he’s been invited or if it’s because it’s an invitation from you.)

It’s optional, but with a first Christmas celebration, hanging up the garland is mandatory– at least for Sebek and Malleus. Lilia pops in and announces that they should ‘as the kids say, go big or go home!’ and like that, the majority vote is in.

You and Silver can only watch in amusement when you see Sebek take out the garland from the many boxes like his life depends on it. You are sure that it does for Sebek, considering Malleus is impatiently attaching the garland onto the walls of the dining hall with magic.

“You think we’ll use all of the garland?” You ask absently, adjusting the reindeers on the fireplace mantle with a tilt of your head.

“I don’t doubt it,” Silver replies, ready to put the old man in the red and white suit– Santa, he has learned– onto the mantle as well. He thinks it might be his favorite decoration.

(Little does he know, it is also Sebek’s and Malleus’. You are not surprised when you find out. “Oh, all the kids love Santa,” you tell them, waving your hand flippantly as though you did not compare them all to children. “He’s Father Christmas, you know?”

Silver briefly imagines Lilia in a Santa-suit and then waves the thought away.)

“I think the mantle looks quite festive now,” he comments, watching you fluff out the garland with your hands.

“I kind of wish it had more space for us to put even more decorations on there.” You sigh. “But I guess that would end up making it look gaudy.”

He huffs in amusement. “I’m sure master Malleus would not have minded.”

“True!” You laugh, throwing your head back. “Malleus’d be excited with putting any type of decoration up.

“Yes…” Silver says, trailing off as he looks behind you and sees a glimpse of his young master glancing back. When you follow his gaze, you turn around and snort when Malleus quickly looks away.

“Mal,” you call out, pleasantly ignoring the way Sebek glares at you from afar at the lack of proper address. “You wanna put some garland over here too? The wall’s empty.”

Pliantly, Malleus walks over to the two of you after a final flick of his hand to attach the garland alongside the long stairwell. “Would this garland do?” he asks, floating the long line of artificial dahlias above their heads. The both of you look up to gaze at them appraisingly.

Personally, Silver finds that the pink flowers on this particular garland are ill-fitting for the holiday season, based on what has been strewn in the castle thus far. It certainly does look very pretty, he admits. He thinks it would finely decorate the fireplace when the holidays pass. Looking over at you wearing an oddly conflicting expression, he knows you must also feel the same.

Where Silver would hesitate on finding the words, you do not. “I like it a lot, but it doesn’t really fit with the decor we put over here,” you say. Malleus only nods, and you continue, “Maybe something red? The ones with poinsettias or the-” You stop mid-sentence to laugh as the garland begins to gently fall onto you, wrapping around you like a particularly human-shaped Christmas tree. “I’ll hold onto these then,” you tell Malleus without skipping a beat, adjusting the flowers so they rest away from your face. The only indication that Malleus is doing this purposely is the tiny, playful smile on his face.

Silver looks between the two of you, and there is an abrupt moment of clarity that leaves him inwardly stumbling.

“Human! Are you done-?”

“Sebek, shall we see if father has cooked anything for our snacks today?” Silver says quickly, and he doesn’t even take the time to care for his slip-up regarding Lilia as he holds Sebek by the shoulder and tries to turn him around. Sebek does scowl at him and shrug off his hand, but the mention of defending all of them against Lilia’s cooking is enough of an alarm to stop him from advancing.

You perk up at the change in conversation. “We have snacks today?” you ask hopefully, and Silver can make an educated guess what Malleus will ask of them.

“Silver, Sebek,” Malleus tells them, albeit sternly, “if Lilia has not attempted to bake again today, try to see if the cooks are free to bring us anything.”

It is a testament to Lilia’s cooking that even you do not protest against this given mission– or at least, Sebek and Silver find it appropriate to view it as such.

“Do you guys need help bringing it down?” You offer.

“No, it’s fine,” Silver replies. “Sebek and I should be more than enough to bring down a tray of something. Is there anything in particular you would want?”

“Anything good.” You hum thoughtfully. “Maybe a drink or two? I’m getting a little thirsty, actually.”

Silver nods at this request, and like always, Sebek turns away first, heading down the room to reach the kitchen before him. He doesn’t fret to catch up to Sebek, but the feeling of urgency is there. Still, at the doorway, Silver gives himself another glance back and watches the two left at the fireplace.

Malleus listens to you with rapt attention as the both of you kneel down to dig through the boxes for a better-fitting garland. Silver notes that you have yet to take off the garland that Malleus deemed to decorate you with, and as you speak, Silver sees Malleus adjust a string of garland that falls onto your shoulder back onto your head.

Malleus’ gaze never leaves you once.

“Silver! What are you dawdling around for?” Sebek’s voice rings out loudly, and as a person with high volume as Sebek, it is hard to tell how far ahead he truly is from Silver.

“I am coming,” Silver says in exasperation, tearing his eyes off of the other two in their own world. You have begun to point out the layout of your garland vision with Malleus hanging onto your every word. Silver thinks, as he walks besides Sebek, that perhaps this is the first time that he is early to realize something and makes internal bets on when Sebek will catch up to him.

(Silver will never admit that he is a little self-satisfied that he may know something that Sebek does not. The rivalry is a two-way street, after all.)

The poinsettia garland is a nice touch above the fireplace. Malleus knew it was the right decision to trust your judgment regarding the decor, though he thinks he has learned much in the past day or so.

After all, you did look quite charming in the floral garland.

Looking more closely at the fireplace mantle, Malleus can see various figures placed on top. He bends down slightly to view them. At the very left is Santa Claus, of his many names. Malleus finds the red and white suit as well as the rounded stomach and rosy cheeks rather endearing characteristics of what the children refer to as Father Christmas.

Briefly, he wonders if Kris Kringle was ever a real person who now only exists as a myth for families to talk about each year. After all, it is not a matter of miracle to fly across the country on sled if the sled is imbued with magical properties like a broom, and reindeer are common enough in dense forests to train as familiars. Certainly, the possibility of one lone man to deliver presents for children throughout Twisted Wonderland is close to zero, but every good story has its embellishments.

“You said that children eventually outgrow stories about Father Christmas,” Malleus says, distantly hearing you rummage through another box. He hears you hum and continues, knowing he has a somewhat attentive audience. “When did you learn that Santa Claus did not, in fact, bring you presents late at night?”

Malleus hears you pause for a second before continuing with your search. “When I was six- seven?” You laugh, and Malleus hears you come closer. “I think I woke up for Christmas one day and just realized that my parents were the ones who wrapped the presents.” You shuffle next to him and he feels your hand brush against his shoulder. “It wasn’t that dramatic or anything. A little disappointing maybe, but I just accepted it. I got presents in the end anyhow.”

“Presents?” Malleus echos, looking to you only to find that you are behind him again, searching for something. “What type of presents did you receive as a child?”

“Oh, you know,” he hears you say absently, “some toys, some clothes– the usual stuff.” You come back and laugh. “Now I just get money to buy stuff myself usually, unless I’m doing a gift exchange.”

“I see…” Malleus looks back toward the tiny figurines and wonders if there is anything he can get for you in the short amount of time he has before the holiday. He thinks he knows you well enough to discern what would make a good present, but to procure one in a short time is an entirely different challenge. Perhaps an outing to the shops would be a good idea; Malleus can show you more of Briar Valley besides these castle walls, and he can find something to give you. He knows that you are unlikely to refuse a chance to explore, and it is with fondness whenever he thinks about your adventurous spirit, as contagious as it is.

Malleus knows that you have begun to wrap something around his neck but pays it no mind. Your hands that delicately trace over his skin is of greater import, and he cannot remember what else he wanted to ask you until your hands have moved on. “And what of these reindeer?” He asks, “Do these have a story to them? Why do they number nine?” He picks up a reindeer with a red nose. “And why does he possess a different colored nose?”

Malleus jumps only slightly at the feeling of your hands on his horns. It takes deliberation, but he stays frighteningly still, attempting to be focused on the reindeer rather than your touch though it is distractingly pleasant. He never once thinks about telling you to stop, and besides, your movements seem purposeful. He’s not one to interrupt your focus or fun, even if you don't realize the significance of touching his horns. (He briefly wonders if he should tell you.)

“That’s Rudolph– he has a red nose to guide Santa’s sleigh on a foggy night,” You tell him. He feels your hand press against the base of his horns and he almost loses track of a vital part of the conversation. “There’s a song that goes with it too, you know.”

“Song?” Malleus perks up. “Do you remember how it goes?” He turns to look at you, only to have you gape at him as though you hadn’t meant to reveal that tidbit.

“I- uhm, yeah,” you stammer. “Let me see if I remember it all… ‘You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen; Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen. But do you recall,’” you sing, “‘the most famous reindeer of all…? Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer had a very shiny nose-’ and so on and so forth.” You clear your throat, embarrassed. “It’s a cute song. I still remember it even though it’s been years since I’ve sung it.”

“You sounded lovely,” Malleus says, thinking that the bashful smile on your face is just as charming. The song is genuinely pleasant though… “Shall we have the others learn to sing it?”

At this, you brighten, and Malleus knows you well enough to recognize the mischief in your smile. “That sounds fun! Let’s see if they’re willing to learn it though. It’s not too hard of a song.”

“Yes, I wonder when they will return-” Malleus turns his head to look at the doorway leading to the kitchen when something falls off of his head with a ‘clack’ onto the floor.

“Aw, Mal,” You say, laughing. You pick up the tree topper– one of the stars that they didn’t choose for the tree. “Your star fell off.”

“My star?” Malleus blinks and comes back to himself. He puts his hand up to his neck and feels a strand of garland hang around it like a bushy scarf. He glances up at his horns, or at least tries to, to see a glimpse of the Christmas lights you wrapped around them. A star is attached to the end of his right horn and an ornament hangs precariously at the end of the other.

He’s transfixed by the notion of it all.

“I think I decorated you a little better,” you say to him teasingly. “The Christmas lights are a good touch but I couldn’t get them to light up without your magic.”

“How interesting,” he says, amused. He briefly thinks about how Lilia would laugh his head off and Sebek would react (badly), but finds that the casual intimacy is worth more than words can describe. Also, he thinks, is this not now an inside joke between the two of you? The idea tickles him.

He holds the end of the cord, and the lights light up. You clap your hands gleefully at the sight. “Here, let me take a picture so you can see…”

When Sebek, Silver, and Lilia return with snacks, Malleus finds it lucky that Silver was there to catch everything Sebek dropped when they open the door. You would have been devastated if you didn’t get to eat the pastries his chefs had made otherwise. As expected, Lilia took no time to pull out his phone and snap photos of him, gleefully saying how nice they would look in a scrapbook. (And to show to his grandmother, but that’s not something Malleus finds out until later, much to his chagrin.)

You look over at them, beaming, unaware of the danger that is heading towards you. Silver, hands full as it is, immediately tries to do damage mitigation, and Sebek–

“Just what do you think you’re doing to the young master?!”

(Later, Malleus would receive a photo from Lilia commemorating the entire event. Lilia’s face half cut-off at the bottom of the picture, Malleus standing to the side, decorated to high heaven and looking bewildered, Silver balancing two platters precariously and more awake than he has ever been, and a blur of motion as Sebek runs towards you. Your look of abject horror terror is comical even as you turn to run from Sebek, and behind them all is the Christmas tree they all worked so hard to decorate.

Malleus wonders if the photo can be printed out so he can keep it on his desk.)

Getting ready to go to the market for “Christmas shopping”, as per Malleus’ request, is a festive affair, considering the brawl that nearly broke out between you and Sebek. Though that is an exaggeration, Lilia thinks. It’s not as though the efforts of Silver to stop Sebek with Lilia’s presence would allow a real fight to happen. And that’s on top of the fact that Lilia knows that Sebek would never truly hurt you– and not just because he knows Malleus would be furious with him if he did but because, loathe as Sebek is to admit it, you are as much as his friend as you are to everyone else.

Though that was an understatement, no? Surely, there was at least one person you view as more than a friend.

Lilia hides his smile behind a hand as he watches Malleus explain to you thoroughly about the history of Briar Valley (ft Sebek), and you hum and nod at the right places in between his words. Absently, but no less lovingly, you fix the hem of Malleus’ sweater from folding up.

Lilia wonders, not if, but when the two of them will figure it out.

“Alright, are we all ready to go?” Lilia says, smiling when all four of them turn to him simultaneously. (It seems his family will yet have another addition.)

In the outskirts of Briar Valley live most of the populace. From modest cottages to cozy houses, fae and some very few humans live day-by-day surrounded by magic. Though the castle is separated by a moat and a few fields, the roads eventually lend way to a busy marketplace where people sell their wares and buy their necessities. They are all colorful buildings meant to catch the eye, and for you, that is exactly what they do.

Lilia leads with a confidence most characteristic of him, nodding in acknowledgement to townsfolk who pass by. Sebek and Silver walk stoically on each of Malleus’ side, facing forward and looking as properly intimidating as guardsmen of the prince should be. Malleus follows a little behind Lilia in the center of the group, and it feels odd for you to be a part of this entourage, walking right next to him. As they pass by, the people bow down in proper greeting to Malleus, and for once, you aren't sure if the stares that follow them are reserved for the crown prince or for the human beside him.

It’s a lot to take in– the scenery, the people (all who have pointy ears), the shops. The bustling noises of a thriving marketplace, the laughter of children running down the stalls, and the occasional clash and clang of kitchenware in cafes and restaurants surround you. A woodsmith holds your attention as he carves out a magnificent statue of a deer, and you have to have Silver gently guide you to the middle of the group when you begin to veer off track.

“We’ll have plenty of time to go through the market, dear,” Lilia tells you, grinning as your face reddens in embarrassment. “Malleus, make sure our friend doesn’t wander off without us, alright?”

“Of course,” Malleus replies easily. He looks down at you with one of the smuggest smiles you have ever seen him direct towards you, and you can already feel your scowl rearing to show. “Shall we hold hands to make sure you don’t get separated, little one?”

And oh, if it weren’t for this situation, the prying eyes of the crowd, or Malleus’ self-satisfaction, you would have been more than happy to accept his offer. (If they were alone, there would have been no hesitation.) Instead, you quip back just as snarkily, with a grin matching his expression, “How about we all hold hands then so we don’t get split up?”

“Absolutely not!” is Sebek’s immediate response, the first in the entire trip since stepping into the marketplace for him to break character. Lilia, reliable as he is, hops on the chance to tease Sebek before he can turn on you with his hands on his hips. Lilia is even generous enough to add Silver to the count. He begins retelling a story about all of them in their youth, and it is worth the twinge of regret for turning Malleus down to see the other three have an array of mixed expressions ranging from a grimace to a look of resignation.

You listen with rapt attention about the shenanigans Silver and Sebek have gotten into with their literal and metaphorical sticky hands, and the storytelling session becomes so animated that the both of them start to debate whether or not something really happened. If the townsfolk are surprised at the sudden change in dynamic of their royal entourage, you can’t tell– and you find that you are becoming less concerned about the stares in-between the laughter.

Lilia guides you to a lovely restaurant with a nature theme, vines climbing across the restaurant walls and a canopy using the tree’s growth. He gleefully opens the door for all of you to enter, and like clockwork, your stomach growls.

Malleus persistently avoids Lilia’s knowing, somewhat pitying look as they settle into their seats at the restaurant. Knowing him, Malleus is sure to suffer another bout of teasing from Lilia, and on top of his most recent blunder– because yes, he actually did want to hold your hand– is enough to make him want to sulk the entire day away.

As for why he wanted to hold your hand–well, is it not enough to know that he feels compelled to? As though it would somehow feel right to do so.

Still, he is careful not to let his dour mood linger; he can already see you give him a few discreet glances over to him in concern. Not that it lasts long; Lilia is deft at handling any situation at any cost, even if it means sharing some of the more embarrassing stories of Malleus’ life to distract you. Before long, you know about his appalling incident with a whole cake, and he is so thoroughly miffed at being reminded of his rather unfortunate emetic situation, it only feels proper to cross his arms as you coo at him.

Malleus briefly remembers a stint when he was miffed for a total of two days (he thought it was only a few hours) when you had forgotten which gargoyle in the courtyard was his favorite. For once he would rather that you forget this particular detail about him, but knowing you, telling this to you would only make you remember it even more clearly.

(Silver and Sebek are wise enough to not make a comment, having already been thoroughly put through the wringer with their childhood stories on the way here. That and the reminder of dessert makes Sebek turn mildly green to match his hair; some of the pastries earlier had Lilia’s mixed in with them.)

You and Lilia are still talking about it as Silver and Sebek wait inside to pay for the meal. Malleus almost wishes he remained sitting inside but of all days, he refuses to even entertain the thought that he may be left behind. Not that he would, he thinks, not with you here, tugging at his sleeve to have him follow or glancing ever so often back to make sure he is present.

"How long ago was this whole incident?" You ask, laughter still lingering in your voice.

Lilia waves, a smile constant on his face. "Oh, years and years ago."

"And here I was ready for you to say last year, Lilia," you tease, and Malleus only sighs.

"I was in my youth when that occurred," Malleus says, and he feels the familiar heat of embarrassment in his chest. He folds his arms with a frown. "Spare me the jabs from my inexperienced actions."

"I just think it's cute," you say, and Malleus doesn't think you realize what you’ve said as you continue to laugh. "You eating cake so good that you eat the entire thing then throw it all up afterwards because you didn't realize how much you actually ate."

"How the production of emesis is any way adorable is beyond me, truly."

"It's because it's you,” and his heart skips a beat again. You’re quick to continue, “And also because you're still afraid of it even now. How about eating just one slice at a time now?"

"I must pass on your offer.”

“Aww, not even a slice I make?”

At this, Malleus pauses and puts a thoughtful hand onto his chin. Eating sweets baked by you? “Well, perhaps that would be acceptable, though I fear making the same mistake.” He sees you open your mouth to respond, only to have you close it with an embarrassed smile. He is much too preoccupied with his thoughts to properly process that small exchange, wondering if it would be possible for them to produce food without Lilia altering it in some manner.

“Lilia-” Malleus turns to Lilia, only to realize he is not there. He blinks once, bewildered.

“Lilia went inside the restaurant to check up on the other two. We could go follow him,” you say, though you begin to look around where the marketplace is, looking unlikely to be thinking of going anywhere but inside. “Or… we could just look around here?”

Malleus asks, “Is there anything that intrigues you?”

“Well, there was this one- oof!” You quickly step away from the main path, only a moment away from running into someone walking with a purpose. Like clockwork, a person exits the restaurant in the same direction as you, and you must swerve to avoid collision again. Unsure on how lucky you will be again, Malleus quickly takes your hand and guides you far from the afternoon rush hour to safety.

Wordlessly, you hold onto him, following obediently in his steps as the two of you wait with the wall of vines as a backdrop. You watch as people pass them by, hands still linked. Malleus wonders if he should let go of you now that there is no need and loosens his grip in case you want to let go.

“Did I ever tell you about the story when I was little?” you suddenly say, eyes flicking back and forth among people in the crowd. You start to swing your conjoined hands in tandem with the rhythm of your words, and Malleus finds that his heart wants to beat in sync.

If you do not let go, then neither will he.

You begin your story and through it all, your hands fit into his. It is fascinating what he will notice just from a single connection with you. Malleus takes note of your little habits, like the way you unconsciously tighten your hand on his every now and then when you find something that excites you in the distance.

You have always been a person of movement, gesticulating with your hands to emphasize your words, and holding hands with yours has not stopped you from doing so. Malleus lets you gesture with both of your hands, and it is a different type of delight to find his hand completely under your control as you lift it up in the air back and forth, never once intending to let it go.

Of course, Malleus finds himself invested in your story– it is a given but also a choice; you have always been an entertaining storyteller, but he is always hungry to know more about what makes you who you are. It is new knowledge after years and years of studying every book in the castle, but it is knowledge he intends to hoard, for your words are worth more than liquid gold.

Every once in a while, Malleus tests whether or not you will squeeze his hand back every time he does– and you have not failed to do so a single time.

“Sorry for the wait,” Malleus hears Lilia say, and he hears Lilia’s voice before he sees him or the others exit the restaurant. He feels your hand drop away as you take a step closer to the entrance to greet them. “They kept insisting that we didn’t need to pay, but we made sure to say otherwise, isn’t that right, boys?”

“You guys argued over this too?” You are quick to say, laughing when both Silver and Sebek huff in response. The conversation is quick to start up again with the three of them with Lilia not far behind them after he gives Malleus a knowing glance.

“Let’s go shopping!” You exclaim, breaking up the narrowed look Sebek was giving Silver.

“Great idea,” Lilia chirps, wasting no time to grab a hold of the other two’s collars and pushing them in front of the lineup. “Let us go, men! Be prepared for a tour you won’t forget!”

You can only huff affectionately as the other two take the request as seriously as they would any other official order. (Also, a little competitiveness never hurts.) You stay behind with Malleus, walking next to each other, though he notices that for every step he takes, you must take a half step more.

He shortens his stride.

“I forgot to say earlier, but there was one thing that really caught my eye,” you tell him, walking closer to him.

“And what is that?” Malleus does not expect the grin that you flash at him, full of the mischief and confidence that he adores.

“A statue of you,” you say. You put a finger on your lips thoughtfully. “You think Sebek will buy it if he finds it?”

Malleus briefly imagines a wooden carving of his image as the topping of the Christmas tree and must admit that he finds that statement very, very likely. It is easy to start talking about whether or not it would be prudent to purchase the statue before Sebek does– and everything in-between.

If there is one thing Malleus knows it is this: he will never tire of talking with you. The two of you walk together, close enough for your knuckles to brush up against each other, and Malleus wonders if he can be patient enough until the next time he can hold your hand again.

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Fear - Chapter one

Summary: Y/N lives the life she always dreamed about. a job she loves, a fiancé that does everything for her, and a house she dreamed of. There are hiccups on the way, but Y/N's still pretty satisfied with where she stands in life. Though a word can be powerful, especially if it's said to the wrong person. Y/N would never have thought that she ever gets to experience how bad it can turn out. For her and the loved ones around her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: none, maybe some sexy time :)

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

The night is clear, no fog is hanging on the ground, and no clouds can be seen in the starry night sky. The headlights illuminate the trees and the street, creating shadows and figures that would scare you if you could look at them for a longer period. The window is rolled down slightly, letting the cool air whizz past and into the cabin of the car. It’s pleasantly cooling down the interior. The heat of the day slowly vanishes from the inside, the thickness of hot air slowly thinning with the fresh smell of dew. Though the fresh air tries to lighten up the inside, it still feels like there has never been any breathable air inside. Breathing feels still difficult as if trying to inhale while wearing a mask or being all snotty from a cold. The air smells like a strange mix of fresh dew in the forest around and dust from the dryness of the passing day. The sun had been its hottest in days, drying out fields and forests, increasing the unfortunate chance of fires. Rain hasn’t been around for a week now.

The still-warm temperature in the car is perfect to make someone a little tired and drowsy, the steady rumbling of the engine and soothing vibrations of the car rolling down the asphalted street just adding to it. The wind tousles my hair, ruining what’s left of my ponytail, but the suffocating feeling doesn’t vanish, nor does the tiredness that’s starting to get more and more pronounced. My eyes feel heavy, and even blinking doesn’t do any good anymore. Sighing deeply, my eyes catch the fuel gauge. Still half-filled, so a stop anytime soon isn’t necessary; never mind that the next gas station doesn’t come for miles anyway. But it would have given me the perfect opportunity to rest for a little while, maybe stretch my limbs and go for a short walk around the parking lot. If there even is one.

My eyes switch back to the dark road. Somewhere far in front of me, I can see two deer crossing the street, though they’re long gone when I pass the spot. Other than the two animals, there’s nothing to be seen except the stars. I have to admit that I have never been able to see them as clearly as here, somewhere in nowhere and far away from the light of the cities. They are the prettiest sight in a while. My fingers and toes itch to pull the car aside to a stop and just stare up at them for a while. Instantly my mind comes up with a picture of a smiling Bucky.No doubt he would point out any constellation he knew, telling me their stories and tales, so mesmerized by the stars that he wouldn’t notice me staring at him instead. He would have this glint in his eyes, this excitement that makes it difficult to look away. And even though I only understand half of what he talks about, I would be glued to his lips as they form the words, intrigued by him and his knowledge. I don’t know how it happened, but Bucky always manages to draw me in and make his interests interesting for me, too.

A yawn slips past my smiling lips, and I quickly cover it with a hand, making sure to rub the tears that formed from my eyes too. “I have to take a break before I crash.”

Quickly assessing the empty road, I pull away and to the side, stopping on the dirt next to the road. For a second, I close my eyes, engine still running, hands still on the steering wheel as if I was driving. I take a deep breath, feel the air fill my lungs, and leave it while exhaling. After opening my eyes again, I cast a quick look into the review mirror to throw a glance at the backseat. Billy is still asleep, and a glance to my right confirms that Tommy is asleep, too. Typical for them.

A smile slowly forms on my lips again. They had fallen asleep before we hardly even left the hotel parking lot.

A frown slips back on my face as I study Tommy’s sleeping face. They’re just here because I invited them because a certain someone couldn’t join. Or wouldn’t.

I asked them if they wanted to accompany me. Originally, I had to travel because of a client, so it was more of a work trip for me, but I wanted to hang a few days of vacation to it. Also, the hotel room was a four-person room. Somehow, my secretary had made a mistake in the booking.My guess is she either didn’t really look into it or took the first room that was offered on whatever website she booked my trip. Texting her boyfriend was probably more important around that time.

Well, the twins were hyped anyway, immediately all in, as the hotel was located by a nearby beach. It helped that the two had just graduated and wanted to take a trip to celebrate anyway. So, the trip was more like a present to them now, since they didn’t have to pay for anything. Also, someone had an eye on them and make sure they don’t get in trouble. It probably was the only reason why my best friend even allowed it in the first place.

Sadly, the days had gone by way too fast, and all fun had to end. Between my appointments and exhaustion, the boys managed to get me out of my room to actually have some sort of sightseeing and vacation. If not for them, I probably wouldn’t have seen anything despite the hotel room and my patient’s hospital room. So, maybe it wasn’t only me that had an eye on them.

With another tired sigh, I cut the engine, and I take my seat belt off to get out of the car. I wince as the light flickers on the moment I open the door. The damn beeping indicates that it’s open, so as fast as I can, I get out and close the door, still careful to be as silent as possible.God knows the boys need their sleep. With another glance at the two, I sigh, relieved to find them still fast asleep. Leaning against the driver’s side, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling the stiffness of my limbs after sitting in one position for far too long.

The air really feels incredibly good outside of the car. The coolness hits my warm skin, making me shiver slightly. Another deep breath fills my nostrils with the fresh smell of dew in the morning, after a brief spring rain.

For a moment, I stay as I am, take deep breaths, and stare at the stars above. I recognize one or two constellations Bucky taught me about before, though their tales won’t come to my mind. The longer I stare into the abyss of darkness and the universe, I feel my body slowly sagging, my eyes growing heavy with tiredness that settles somewhere deep in my bones and mind.

How long have I been on my feet? Thirteen, maybe fourteen hours?

Briefly rubbing my left eye with my hand, I cast a look down at my watch. Half past twelve. It’s exactly fifteen hours. “Huh.” A small breathless laugh leaves my lips. Of course, I had just driven for 9 hours straight. Bucky would scold me if he knew. Safety was always important to him, mine even more so than his.

I sigh loudly, looking back up at the stars as my thoughts wander. Senses as sharp as ever. There’s the sound of a soft breeze rustling bushes a few feet away, some birds still chirp in the distance, and crickets perform their nightly songs to lure each other in. The smell intensifies. Dew and earth fill every pore of my being, giving me the comfort, I didn’t know I needed. A comfort I craved from someone else. Again, my thoughts stop at my fiancé. How nice it will be to finally see him again. I didn't know a week could be so beautiful, yet make you miss someone so badly. Even with the boys around, I felt a strange sense of loneliness.

Bucky was supposed to come with me. We had a long discussion before I asked the boys. At first, he agreed and was really looking forward to it. A week away from home, work, and responsibilities, but then... Then his stupid work got in the way. Again. An occurrence that happens more and more often now. But this time, I had enough.

"Doll, I'm sorry. I really wish I could go with you, but this is important. I have to do this! Can you understand that?" He looks at me, apologizing. His blue eyes swim with guilt and regret, pleading for me to understand and forgive. But I’m just stunned.

“So, your fucking job is more important to you? You were supposed to be on vacation, James. A vacation, you postpone three fucking times already! Thank you very much. I didn't know that I was just a millstone around your neck," I seethe at him, giving him a furious look. The best I could give him. In reality, I’m not even that angry. I’m disappointed, which feels way worse. Bucky flinches slightly. He’s not used to me shouting. Usually, I’m a calm presence in every fight, barely raising my voice, but today is different. Weeks of frustration break out of me, and I’m not really feeling up to holding back now. Not today. He raises his hands in surrender as I throw another article of clothing into my suitcase, not bothering to fold it nicely. "Y/N, I didn't-"

“What?” I turn around, head hot with anger and hurt. “You didn’t say that?! Yeah, well, congratulations, because you don’t have to say anything! You show it in plenty of other ways. Do you even know how many times this has happened now? And I don’t only mean postponing vacations but doing stuff together in general?” I stare at him as he furrows his brows, no doubt raking his brain for possible dates. “It sucks! I was really looking forward to it this time. I really believed you. Again! But you seem just not to care!"

"Sweetheart, I-" I don’t let him finish again. Angry, frustrated, and disappointed, I waved my hands back and forth.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me! Don't even try to talk yourself out of it with one of your stupid excuses. If you don’t care, you could have at least tried to say no. But did you?"

Bucky sighs. "No, I didn't." He dropped his shoulders in defeat. Somehow, it hurts even more. I feel a pain in my chest that feels like someone’s stabbing me. Tears start to blur my sight, and I quickly blink them away. "Then that's settled." Annoyed, I close my suitcase and drag it out of our bedroom to the stairs and down to the living room. I leave it standing by the door and turn around again, heading back upstairs. Bucky’s still standing in our bedroom, brows furrowed with a sad look in his eyes. I’m almost tempted to comfort him, but this time, I won’t.

Instead, I walk back to our walk-in closet and pull out two outfits that I will need for my appointments, and put them in bags. Then I throw my jacket on and walk back down. I hear him follow me, and by the time I grab the handle of my suitcase, he’s standing behind me. I’ll turn around to say goodbye, but instead, I find myself startled. I don't recognize him at all. His hair is disheveled, probably from running his hand a thousand times through it, his eyes seem dull, and his complexion is haunted by something I can’t name. Instead of showing my surprise, I swallow past the lump in my throat and reach for my house and car keys. "Y/N, please, let's just...” I stop for a second, a great wave of sadness overwhelming me, so the next words that slip past my lips are silent. “You know, maybe getting married and all is a mistake.” I don’t look back at him. Instead, I open the front door and step out of the house and letting the door slam behind me. The second I sit in my car, pulling out of our driveway, I grab my phone and dial my best friend's number, Not even looking into the mirror to see if Bucky followed me as tears blur my vision.

I didn't give him a chance to explain, apologize or do anything else. I can remember the look on his face when I left the house without really looking at him. The pain was written in it, the fear. I hurt him very badly, and I feel guilty that I didn’t care at that moment. He’s the man I love, the one I want to marry. I should have cared, should have tried harder to understand him. I know his job is everything to him, though not more important to him than I am. Never. Even accusing him of that feels like betrayal now. “I should have said that. I wonder if he's pissed off,” I mutter silently into the night sky. My body feels tired with yet another sort of sadness. “Y/N? Are you alright?" A small, high-pitched scream leaves my lips, my hand shooting up to cover my beating heart. Unbeknownst to me, Tommy got out of the car and now looks at me. I haven't noticed the interior light of the car flickering on, nor the door open. How far away have I been?

“Yes, everything is fine. I just needed some fresh air," I say, wiping a few hairs from my face, which the shallow wind pulled there. “But we can continue now." I made efforts to open the driver's side door, trying to convince him with a smile. But Thomas isn’t stupid. Like a bolt of lightning, he flashes around the hood and places his hand on the door handle. Confused, I stare at him. "What are you doing?"

“You are tired… and sad." He adds the last part after a small pause, mustering me intensely. “I am not."

“Yes, you are. You're yawning for the second time. And that just after I got out of the car." And really, I catch myself yawning. Another thing I haven’t noticed. I raise my hand to cover my mouth as best as I can. Suddenly I feel something cold, and damp sliding down my cheeks. When did I start to cry?

“Will you tell me what’s going on? Why are you crying?" These boys really quickly recognize how you are doing. A trait that they definitely have inherited from both their parents. Though, I’m not going to drop my problems on their shoulders.

“No. I-I don't know why I'm crying. Probably the wind." I manage a small laugh, embarrassment flooding my mind.

“Okay.” He stretches the word, and I know he doesn’t believe me. Thankfully he’s smart enough to drop the topic. “Well... Anyway, please sit in the passenger seat. I'm driving."

"Hell, no! That’s out of the question!" I look at him in horror. “Your Mom is strangling me if she finds out."

“No, she doesn’t. Mom's just too careful. I'm already eighteen, and I've had my license for a year. It's going to be okay. It's only an hour or so left, right?" I had to agree with him. Wanda is a very caring person. She had had her sons at the age of nineteen and was then tragically separated from her boyfriend when the children were born. Accidents happen at all times, but him dying at the same time his children were born was just cruel. Of course, from then on, she was always cautious. Sometimes it feels like I’m a child of hers, too, even though I’m only three years younger than her.

I let out a defeated sigh, my chin sinks to my chest, and my eyes close. “Fine.” I relent, too tired to argue with his logic. I know he’s right, and if I continue driving, I’m probably crashing not even a hundred feet ahead of us. Yawning yet again, I round the hood to the passenger seat, sit down, and buckle up, before silently closing the door. The sound still ricochets through the car, startling me more than I like to admit. Meanwhile, Tommy gets into the driver's seat, starts the car, and pulls over onto the road. It probably doesn't take more than five minutes for me to fall asleep.

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