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https-capri · 1 year

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dan heng smut

content: fem aligned reader, pwp, multiple orgasms, face sitting, LOTS of kissing, masturbation, aphrodisiacs, no established rls but very romantic still, cream pie, not rlly proofread, also kinda long... lmk if i missed any cws

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the three of you stumble into the hotel that hosted your trio in belebog. the three of you being dan heng, march and you.

exhausted, you languidly throw yourself down in one of the booths and rest your head on the table, letting out a groan.

march and dan heng are talking as they follow in your steps shortly after, only slightly more awake as they sit in front of you.

you feel march's hand gently touch your back as her cheery voice rings in your ears.

"everything okay?" she asks, opting to sit next to you as you sluggishly turn to her, moving only your head.

you nod, not having the energy to form a verbal response. you blink quickly a couple times, trying to seize the tiredness from your eyes as you sit up, offering march a weak smile.

"let's eat, i'm starved~" march says excitedly, eyes pacing over the menu a few feet away hung above the counter some feet away.

"yes, march. that's why we sat down at a booth and didn't go to our rooms." dan heng says calmly, pestering march already.

you cut in, not wanting to hear them bicker this late. "is this a bar?" you ask obviously as your eyes scan the alcoholic beverages splayed out on the menu hung above the counter.

"duh." march deadpans, sighing as she bites her lip, taking her time choosing her dinner.

your eyes lock on a sparkling drink that has a star by its name on the menu. you don't see a key on the board to explain what it represented, but it looked tasteful regardless.

the drink has a metallic essence and was an ombré of light to dark blue with a fruit on the rim, you evidently shrug and figure an alcoholic drink would be fine to wind down after a tiring mission anyways and don't plan on getting tipsy from one drink.

dan heng and march watch as you excuse yourself from the booth and sit at a stool at the counter, talking to the bartender too quietly for them to eavesdrop.

you order the drink and rest your head on your hand, turning slightly to see march leave to a salad bar and feast on plenty of the food present on the nicely decorated table.

you notice you've dozed off for a bit when your drink is presented in front of you, quickly giving the bartender a sincere thank you before admiring the drink and taking it back to your seat.

"you're not going to eat anything?" dan heng asks as he eyes your drink.

"not really hungry." you reply, swirling your tongue around the thin black straw in your drink.

"i still think you should, food is fuel and you never know when we're going to be on our feet again." he comments with a straight face, but his voice held concern.

"i like to think that we're going to be able to rest after a mission like that." you say optimistically, sighing at the idea of having to do more work than you've already done as you sip your drink slowly.

march comes back with a plate full of food for her and dan heng, looking at your drink with confusion as you scoot to make room for her on your side of the booth.

"i thought you were ordering something to eat?" march asks, stuffing her face with food.

"she said she wasn't hungry." dan heng says, budding into her question.

"she can speak, you know." she says with her mouth full, looking at you with a smile as crumbs lay evidently on her cheeks.

you finish your drink, quickly realizing it was mostly ice and surely was only pricey because of its aesthetics. you sigh and twirl the straw around the glass with boredom.

the three of your chat about your mission as you feel yourself slowly begin to participate actively in the conversation less and less.

you turn your gaze out of the window and look at the sky as the stars make themselves more apparent by flickering brightly.

you look down at your clothes and roll up your sleeves, feeling yourself grow warmer quite suddenly as you try brushing it off.

it becomes increasingly harder to push to the back of your mind as a fuzzy feeling makes itself noticeable in your stomach, excusing yourself to the bathroom in case you got sick.

you glance at yourself in the mirror and you notice the glistening of your skin, bringing your hand up to your forehead and undoubtedly soaking your fingertips with sweat.

you grimace as you look down at your hand, washing them off as you grab a paper towel and wipe off your face, going back to the group briefly before explaining to them that you didn't feel well.

"aww are you sure? you didn't even eat anything!" march says, grabbing onto your arms as she looks at your with a slightly worried look.

dan heng only nods in your direction, not failing to notice the glow of your skin from sweat and ill appearing state.

as soon as you get into your room you strip yourself of your clothes and shower. you assume both the stress and possibly the drink were factors as to why you suddenly felt off. you scrub yourself clean of any sweat and get out of the shower.

after slipping on your nightwear, you climb into bed and find that sleeping it off will most likely be best for you, especially because the astral express would be leaving soon anyways.

you fidget in your bed as the sweat beads up on your skin once more, throwing your hands down against your sides in defeat, you toss the blankets off of you and wonder why you're so hot and why you can't seem to stay still... and why there's a undeniable wetness in your panties.

your face feels hotter than before as you come to the realization, clenching your thighs together as you lay on your side.

three gentle knocks rung from your door as you frantically wipe the sweat from your face, reminding yourself that you need to change your panties after you answer the door, quickly grabbing a new pair as you hear a voice from outside.

"yn, it's dan heng. are you alright?" his sultry voice asks, the door muffling it as he gently knocks once more.

you scurry to the door as you throw your new panties onto the bed, cracking it slightly as you peek through, smiling nervously.

"yes? why?" you ask, failing to sound confident as you lean against the doorframe.

dan heng scans your face as he picks up on your repetitive sweating, he reaches his hand to your forehead as he checks your temperature, offering you a subtle look of concern.

"you feel hot. stay here, i'll grab some things." he says quickly before walking away, you watch him leave in his pajamas as you let out a sigh.

you gasp quietly as you rush to your bed, quickly putting your panties away and searching for anything to put on your lower half so you're decent when he comes into your hotel room.

your bent over in one of the drawers when he enters, not being able to see you clearly in the darkness as he inches closer to you, announcing his presence before setting a water bottle on your nightstand.

you whip your head around, quickly standing up and rushing into your bed as you hide your exposed half under the covers as dan heng lights a candle, coming over to you and giving you a pill.

"what's wrong? are you hot because you don't feel well? is it a headache? did this just happen?" he asks, bombarding you with questions as he sits on the bed next to you.

your breath gets caught in your throat as you drink in the sight of him. your lips part as you admire how the little light of the flame and the moon capture his essence perfectly. his t shirt hangs loosely on his body, exposing his collarbone to you and his pants that hung dangerously low on his waist.

"i'm fine, dan heng. i think it was just the drink." you say quietly, shifting away from him in the bed as you go to lay back down.

dan heng nods with a hum, glancing at you as you make yourself comfortable in the hotel bed once more.

"i'll be right back, again. don't fall asleep yet." he says sternly, excusing himself from your room and closing your door just enough for him to slip back in when he returns.

he steps downstairs back to the bar where he looks at the drink you ordered, making eye contact with the bar tender as he walks closer in his slippers.

his eyebrows raise slightly, not knowing the hotels bar was a 24 hour one.

"hi, may i ask what the star next to the alcoholic drinks represent?" he asks, looking at the drinks ingredients briefly summarized under it as the bartender turns their attention to him.

"oh, of course. it just means their an aphrodisiac, and has a higher concentration of alcohol." they reply honestly, sparing dan heng a glance as they continue washing the dirtied glasses in the sink.

"got it, thank you." he says before quickly bidding them a goodbye and making his way back to your room.

you're alone for a brief amount of time as you wait for dan heng to come back. as much as you wanted to sleep it off, knowing that the feeling your body was emitting was arousal made it much harder.

you creep your hand down to your tank top, slipping a hand inside and massaging your breasts as you let your eyes flutter shut, letting out a relaxed sigh.

dan heng comes back into your room again, this time with nothing as he sits beside you on the bed.

"yn? you're still awake right?" he says, whispering as he nears himself dangerously close to your face, studying your features in the dark to see if you were conscious.

"uh-huh! i'm up." you reply quickly, taken aback by how close he was as he sits up once he sees you're awake.

"good. the drink you had was laced, it was an aphrodisiac so... i'm glad that's all it was." he says, voice growing quieter as he picks his next words carefully.

you tilt your head innocently, unsure of what an aphrodisiac was as you listen to his words intently.

"i can.. stay with you if you'd like if you still feel odd, or i can leave you be to.. take care of yourself." he mutters, coughing into his hand and turning his back to you, unable to face you from embarrassment even if he couldn't see you.

"no.. no i need you to stay." you reply, unsure of what you were even talking about. all you knew was that you were turned on but wanted to sleep, and couldn't when you were alone.

dan heng turns his attention to you in surprise, his eyebrows raised attentively as he fully expected you to excuse him.

"a-are you sure?" he asks, looking at you attentively.

"yes, i wanted to just sleep it off, but once i figured out why i was feeling weird i couldn't..." you admit shyly, pulling him down closer to you so he's laying next to you in bed.

"don't you think you'd sleep better if you just took care of it?" he asked, feeling his own face grow hot as he asked the question, embarrassed about asking something so personal.

"i- i don't know, but now that you're here with me i'm not worried about 'taking care of it'" you say, using his term for a lack of better words, feeling like a child again as this new shyness overtook your ability to speak freely as you turn to dan heng.

"if you insist.. just- let me know at any time if you'd like me to leave." he says in a soft voice, whispering since you two were so close. feeling his warmth on you drove you mad. you slide yourself into his body as you feel him stiffen up.

"just relax, if you're natural about it i'm sure it'll go away." you say softly, already feeling hazy as you let his body heat help you fall asleep.

you don't look at the time when you know he's asleep, feeling him breath rhythmically as he pulls you closer to him, resting his chin on your head in a subconscious state.

now it was your turn to heat up in shock, this whole time you haven't been able to sleep because your body was horny and he's peacefully sleeping as if he'd done this plenty of times before!

you bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut, begging your body desperately for this feeling to go away, knowing that if you were to cum to get over this feeling that it was too late now.

you shift slightly, seeing if he'd wake up from the movement, to which he doesn't; this was your green light.

you skip your hands down your panties slowly as your other hand reaches to your nipple, rubbing them gently as you try to stay quiet.

you rut your hips against your hand, humping it desperately as your fingertips firmly press against your clit. you bite back a moan.

daringly, you grab a pillow from your side of the bed and insert it between your legs. you wince, knowing that the only way it'd serve to pleasure you would be if you stripped your lower half completely.

so, there you were, half nude under the same covers as dan heng grinding softly against a pillow you were supposed to be sleeping on, soaking it with your juices as you aimlessly attempt to reach your high.

you reach a hand down to your wet cunt and gently rub your clit, feeling the pleasure add up as a whine escapes your lips.

quickly, your hand flys up to your mouth where you cover it quickly, stilling your movements in case dan heng woke up.

your guilt lingered in the back of your mind, but it wasn't enough to stop you from going back for more.

after enough time spent rubbing slow circles over your clit, you turn on your back and slide two fingers inside yourself.

you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling overstimulated by the pleasure as you pump and curl your fingers inside yourself, feeling your slick drench your thighs and the sheets beneath you.

just as you're about to reach your high, you fail to acknowledge the movement beside you that should've alerted you that dan heng was no longer asleep.

in a deep, groggy voice dan heng reaches out to you, confused. "yn? are you alright?" he asks languidly, brain not processing the scene before him as he yawns and squints his eyes.

"mhm~" you try to answer genuinely, only for it to come out as a muffled whimper, to which dan heng sits up and squints in your direction.

you quickly slow your movements down, biting on your lip hard and hoping be wouldn't realize the sin you were committing and would go back to sleep.

unfortunately, he sits up further, causing the blankets to move and reveal your hand deep inside yourself as dan heng undeniably got a full view of the sight.

"ah! i'm sorry- i didn't realize you were busy-" dan heng says quickly, turning away as he covers his face with his hands, mumbling apologies as he tries to cover you back up without looking.

"mm.. can you help?" you ask quietly, still rubbing yourself slowly as to not lose the feeling of your high approaching as he whips his head around to you.

"are you serious?" he asks, turned to you as his face remains hard to read in the dark, though the look of surprise is still evident by his voice.

"yes.. i'm close." you admit, panting softly as you sit up slightly, pleading him silently with your eyes as you reach your free hand out to his and place it on top.

"are you sure that's okay?" dan heng questions, relaxing his body as he finally is able to take in the state your in.

"yes. i am, now please, dan heng. i need you." you whine, pulling him closer to you as your fingers thrust in and out of yourself once more, circling your clit with your thumb as the distinct feeling of your orgasm builds in your stomach again.

dan heng feels his face grow hot at the way you whimper his name, feeling him grow nearer to you as he takes a deep breath, slowly leaning into your neck as he kisses it slowly.

"is this okay?" he asks lowly, whispering in your ear as his breath fans your neck.

you nod and give a weak sound of approval as you feel him put his arm on the other side of you, caging you in with his arms as he sucks love bites on your neck gently.

you roll your head to the opposite side, submitting to him and letting him have more space on your neck, falling in love with the way his teeth graze your most sensitive spots.

impatiently, you take his hand in yours and place it dangerously low on your abdomen, to which you hear his breath hitch, as he takes a moment to process where his hand now is.

you feel him smile against your neck as he moves his hand down, purposefully neglecting your womanhood and rubbing gentle circles on your inner thigh.

his kisses move down your neck and to your collarbone, where he takes his sweet time loving every part of you, leaving gentle kisses on each part of you his mouth hovers over until he gets to your chest.

"come here.. god you have no idea how long i've wanted to do this with you." dan heng murmurs, pulling you by the waist onto his lap, feeling the tent in his pants against your dripping cunt.

you whimper at the friction as you press your face into the crook of his neck. , feeing him wrap his arms around you gently as you get off on his aching dick.

you hear him quietly groan in your ear as he grips your thighs desperately, pulling back from you as he brings a hand up to your face to cup your cheek.

"i want to try something new, sweetheart." he speaks slowly, laying down beneath you as you straddle his lap.

his hard-on throbs in the restraints of his pants as he ushers you to lift your hips as he cups the back of your thighs, massaging them gently.

"sit on my face, angel." he whispers breathlessly, pulling you closer to his eager mouth that's curved into a small smile.

"what? no, i'll crush you-" you try to reason as your words get caught in your throat.

"and i'll love every second of it." he assures, pulling you forcefully over his lips.

hesitantly, you lower yourself onto his face as he grips your thighs, letting out a muffled groan. his tongue slides through your throbbing slit.

you throw your head back and bring a hand up to your face quickly to cover your mouth as you carefully grind down.

beneath you dan heng is moaning and working his tongue in circles around your puffy clit, using his hands and gripping your thighs as you grab at the headboard tightly, trying not to suffocate the man under you.

you gasp and bite your lip as you feel him slip two fingers in your cunt, continuing to lap at your pussy.

"if i can fit my hand under you you're not sitting all the way down." he mutters, pulling you down completely as you feel his nose collide with your clit.

you whine as the pleasure builds up quickly, letting him take control to avoid being too rough with him.

"i want you to ride my face, baby. come in my mouth." he says sincerely, looking up at you with his blue fucked out eyes. his pupils are dilated entirely as his eyebrows furrow together, focused solely on pleasuring you.

you feel your face heat up at the comment, letting out a small whimper as you feel his tongue slip inside you, prodding at your tight walls. he coos about how good you feel in his sultry voice, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

you whisper quietly to him, letting him know you were close as you intertwine your fingers with his and grasp a handful of his hair with your other hand.

"don't stop.. please~" you groan, panting as you feel his thumb rubbing slow circles on your hand as he continues flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit repeatedly.

"gonna cum for me, princess?" he asks teasingly as he observes you patiently with his puppy eyes.

"uh huh! yes.." you say breathlessly, grinding down on his face one last time as you feel your climax wash over you.

your body jolts as a loud moan escapes your lips. your juices that spill into dan hengs mouth cause him to let out a moan of his own. he closes his eyes and relishes in your divine flavor as his hand on your thigh tightens, also holding onto your hand firmly.

you quickly lift your hips from his face, looking down at him lovingly as you cup his face, wiping your essence from his lips as he gently smiles at you.

"did i meet your expectations?" he asks, panting as he licks his lips.

"surpassed them." you retort quickly, rolling over on the bed as you turn to him on your side, leaning in to kiss him as your hand trails all over his body.

he whines into the kiss as your hand creeps lower on his body, you slowly unbutton his pants as you snake your hand inside.

he quickly moves his hand to the back of your head to deepen the kiss, turning his head as he opens his legs, giving you access to pull his dripping cock out of his pants, glancing down at it as it hits his stomach.

you smile into the kiss as you pull away, leaning down as you take his dick in your hand, using your thumb and spreading his pre cum around his shaft.

he lets out a sigh and sits up, making quick work of his pants and kicking them off, leaning back as he turns to kiss you deeply with his girthy cock in your hand.

you move and sit behind him, wrapping your legs around him as you rest you head on his shoulder, languidly pumping his cock in your hand.

he bucks into your hand and whimpers at every move you make, poor boy is so sensitive!

you look down at his deep pink tip, and veins prodding out from his girth as his slit bubbles with pre cum.

"please... keep going." he whines as you patiently stroke his dick, admiring how pretty it looked in your hand.

you slip your hand under his shirt and run your fingers slightly over his chest, rubbing circles over his nipple as you pinch it lightly.

he lets out a groan and leans his head back into your shoulder, you take this to your advantage and latch your lips onto his neck, biting it slightly and sucking hickies of all different colors along his throat.

you feel him shudder in your touch, picking up speed as your hand grips his cockhead tighter, feeling it throb as he mumbled something about being close.

"doing so good, princess.. 'm so close."

you use both hands to pleasure him as one hand jerks his shaft up and down and the other is open rubbing circles on his tip with your palm.

he bites his lip and lets out a low groan before rutting his hips into your hand one final time. his tip spurts streaks of white cream onto your hand.

his chest heaves as he chases his breath, letting out a final sigh before laying down on your shared bed and putting his hand on his chest.

"do you feel better?" he asks, still slightly out of breath.

"much.. but i think i know something that would feel far better than your mouth.." you whisper in his ear seductively, turning to face him as his arms wrap around your waist gently.

"yeah? and what would that be?" he asks, playfully going along with your innocent flirting.

"this~" you say, teasingly dragging your finger up the shaft of his spent cock.

"oh, darling i think it's going to take a bit more than some dirty talk to get me going again." dan heng replies, shocking himself with the words he used as his suggestive response spills from his lips.

you shove your face into the crook of his neck, hungrily kissing it as you work your way down his abdomen.

you leave careful kisses down his body, nipping at his chest as your tongue swirls around his delicate nipples.

he groans, arching his back slightly as he bites his lip, caressing your head as you work your tongue along his body.

you reach a hand down and gently drag your fingers up the shaft of his cock, watching it bounce as it hardens slowly again.

he pulls you into him, desperately bringing his lips to your neck as he bites down softly.

you wrap one leg over him and straddle his hardening dick, grinding yourself on it.

"shit-" he utters airily, gasping as he feels your dripping essence coat his shaft.

you let out a small giggle, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and biting on his ear, whispering to him how good he feels, and how pretty he looks like this, all sprawled out before you.

sitting up, you slide your hand down his chest. you lift your hips up, reaching a hand down to his cockhead, aligning it to your slit as you look at him for assurance.

"please.." he begs breathlessly, watching you intently as a pink blush evidently covers his cheeks.

you lower yourself down on him, moaning in unison as you feel him throb inside you.

you lean back down, connecting your lips to his as you whimper into his lips. you bite and tug on his bottom lip, using it to quiet your sounds of pleasure as you slowly move up and down on his erection.

he's groaning and can't keep his hands off of you when he reaches his hands up to your breasts that beautifully bounce in his line of vision.

the moment is very intimate and passion fulfilled as he looks at you lovingly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he brings you in for a lust filled kiss.

you intertwine tongues, sliding up and down against the girth of his tip as you drag your hips forward, stimulating your clit against toned stomach.

you feel his finger glide over your nipple, ushering a moan from your lips as he quiets you with another kiss.

"are you close, angel?" he asks sweetly, speaking softly and keeping his lips close to yours.

"'m tired-" you sheepishly admit, pressing yourself against him lazily, letting out a whine.

"let me do the work then." is all he says before urging you off of his lap and onto your back, sliding his hand between your legs as he spreads them once more.

"so beautiful." he coos calmly, kissing in between your breasts as he slides himself inside you slowly, taking one of your nipples inside the cavern of his mouth.

"feels so good.." you sigh, wrapping your legs around him as he begins pumping himself in and out of you passionately.

his thrusts grow increasingly sporadic, hips occasionally stuttering as he tries to prioritize your orgasm before his own.

he knows he's found your sweet spot when your whining his name over and over again, wriggling under him and scratching marks into his back as he abuses that sensitive spot in your cunt repeatedly.

"dan heng- 'm gonna cum.." you babble, wrapping your hands around his neck as your thighs tighten around his waist as you feel your orgasm approaching.

his hips meet yours with one final thrust to the base of your cervix that has you squirting, feeling your legs shake as you cover your mouth with your hand and bite down on it hard; silencing yourself.

your juices soak his abdomen as he helps you come down from your high, taking your cheek in his hand as he holds himself up with one arm as he takes the other and wastes no time taking his cock in his hand and pumping it to his own climax.

"inside me baby, put it back in.." you whisper, panting and breathing heavy as your legs find themselves wrapped around his waist once more.

he looks at you with wide eyes, trying to make sure he heard you correctly, letting you pull him back in with your legs.

"are you sure?" he asks again hesitantly.

"positive. 'want you to feel good too.." you mutter, sliding his tip inside you slowly

he nods slowly, falling in love with the way your wet pussy sucks him in and wraps around him so perfectly.

he thrusts into your sopping pussy desperately until he cums. shooting his gooey seed deep in your cunt, only pulling out to watch it seep out of your slit.

"did so good, darling." you whisper, pulling him into another kiss, wrapping your arms around him.

he wishes he could spend the rest of forever with you, but breaks the kiss to grab a towel from the bathroom and clean the both of you up, collapsing next to you soon after.

"did you enjoy yourself, pretty?" you ask quietly, cupping his cheek, taking in how beautiful he was in such a lustful state.

"with you, absolutely." he mutters, already feeling his eyelids getting heavy as he pulls you in close, the position you two had just been in earlier.

with a yawn, you decided that it was best for you to sleep now as well.

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astarionancuntnin · 3 months

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Die For You (Chapter 7)

summary: you wake up to the harsh realities of your new life, and realize that your lover is terrible at keeping promises.

rating: E

word count: 5.9k

pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader, reader is tav)

cw: 18+. angst, abandonment issues, impulsive reader, alcohol abuse and using alcohol to take advantage of someone, visual depiction of violence, blood/vampire bites, smut, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, praise kink, blood as an aphrodisiac, light choking. full list on ao3

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I was given a heart before I was given a mind

A thirst for pleasure and war, a hunger we keep inside

We fell from sky with grace, and life gave us a sweeter taste

You can drink, you can feast

There's beauty in your beast

Pain.

Raw, gut-wrenching, agonising pain.

Your awakening into your undead life is nothing like your last moments alive. Where your death had been bliss, lulled to eternal sleep as you were still basking in the aftermath of your climax, your rebirth is violent. Every bone in your body hurts as you suddenly regain consciousness, not with a new breath, but rather a monstrous hunger. Your vision is red, and there’s a faint metallic aftertaste in your mouth that you yearn for, as a churning in your stomach makes you twist in agony. It’s even worse than what you had gone through during the days spent in your cell; claws ripping you from within, an urge to devour anything and everything on your path, a never ending pit inside you, it’s–

“Shh, you’re alright my love. There, there, drink.”

Someone’s arm surrounds your shoulders, keeping you sat, as a cup is brought to your lips, and you do just as the voice commands; drink, until there's not one drop left. You go through its contents as if it was the air you needed to breathe. Whatever it is, you want more. You need more. It’s barely enough to keep the pain at bay, lest satisfy your hunger. The air around you is suffocating you; you need to get out, need to fix the pain. You fight through the hold the person has on you, as you muster a rough “more”.

“Aren't you a hungry little pet?” The voice speaks up again, less distant than it was before your first drink. “Hm, I suppose you deserve it for going through this. You've been so very brave.”

He turns around to fill the cup once more, and as you force yourself to take a deep breath, you smell the unmistakable scent of bergamot, rosemary, and brandy. The aroma brings you a familiar comfort, and you don’t know what it is about the voice, but it soothes you. Even though you can’t quite put a name on it yet, you feel secure, and you stop fighting the man’s embrace. When you’re finally calm, he brings another cup to your lips, only to pull it away when you try to grab it.

“Ah ah! Careful now, this is your last one for the time being. You'll have to learn to control yourself.”

You growl as you reach for the cup, violently gulping as you drain it dry and lick your lips for any remains of the cup’s content. Although the cup felt big in your hands, it also felt as if it was barely filled. You drank the liquid in mere seconds and, surprisingly enough, it was all you needed to ease the unbearable pain you woke up in. The world gets clearer, the ringing in your ears tones down; you’re finally able to make out where you are and who’s holding you.

Your beloved, your Lord, your creator.

You’re glad to see that, as promised, he stayed by your side, and he’s taken care of feeding you. With you calm at last, Astarion takes the empty cup from your hand to leave it on your nightstand, before bringing his attention back to you.

“How is my precious consort faring?”

“I… I’m fine now,” you clutch down at your stomach, noticing that the hunger was gone as fast as it appeared. “Thank you.”

“Of course, little love.” He smiles down at you. “And It’ll only get better, I promise.” He kisses the top of your head before you lay your head against his chest, still wrapped between his arms, as he strokes your hair. “Try to rest for now, you'll need all the strength you can get.” His voice sounds like a lullaby, a soft melody that brings you the warmth you had lost within.

Someone knocks at the door, and you can’t quite make out what they say in a rush – something about a shipment – or even who they are, but they sound alarmed. They didn’t even bother to wait for an answer before barging into your room. Whatever he says has Astarion pull away from you too soon, leaving you alone in bed in a disgruntled state; barely covered by the satin night dress you wore the night before, with your messy hair all over the place and blood tainting your chin.

“I need to attend to some matters that I’m afraid I can’t leave unchecked, I’ll do my best to take care of it as fast as possible.” He says, his tone back to its cold, methodical self, as he stands in front of your mirror, straightening his jacket and fixing his hair, making sure the reflection before him was the depiction of perfection, before turning to you. “Can I trust you to be on your best behaviour?”

You frown in disbelief before turning your gaze away from him, pensive.

He’s already leaving. He promised…

He walks back towards you, noticing your disappointment, and bends over the bed to take your chin between his fingers. He brings you closer to him once more and wipes away the blood remaining at the corner of your lips with his thumb.

“Come on now, my treasure. Don’t you want to be wonderfully obedient for me? I promise, I will be back before supper.”

There was something about the way he looked at you, the way his voice resonated in your mind long after he stopped talking, how he held you just right. Something about being his; body and soul. He knew just how to act towards you to make you surrender to him. Your walls break down and you nod, caving into his demands. You trusted him enough to take your life, you could extend your trust a bit more, he’s not going to abandon you now, right?

He licks his thumbs, tasting the leftover blood and hums. “That’s my girl.”

As his hand sneaks into the base of your hair to pull you into him, you part your lips to welcome his lips embracing yours. He lightly pulls at your hair to tilt your head, deepening the kiss, and you melt into his embrace. Should you still have the need to breathe, the air would’ve left your lungs in this instant. He parts from you, admiring the state he put you in one last time as a smirk appears on his lips, before leaving your room without another word. Supper was hours away still, so this would give you time to do anything you wanted, and you were free to roam the palace after all – it was as much his as it was yours now – and with your new nature, you couldn’t risk going outside with the blazing sun, unless you wanted an awfully painful death.

You quickly pick and put on a casual dress from your wardrobe for the day and start your research within the palace. As expected, the kitchen only has food meant for the living. All of it extorted disgust out of you now, the smell alone made you retch, putting an end to your search of this part of the building almost as soon as it started. You walk down the hallways, opening any door that wasn't locked to give it a peak, out of the mere chance that it contains anything remotely interesting for you to discover, only to be faced with empty rooms, for the most part. To your despair, all things that could’ve been worth your attention were locked and out of reach behind a single door that remained locked. When you ask Amedee about it, she only mentions that, “some places are only meant for the Master’s eyes''. You don't notice the day go by as you search every nook and cranny of the palace waiting for Astarion’s return; from the biggest room to the lowest dungeons. You have never been more frustrated as your search ended, tired and anxious, and with nothing to speak for it.

When you go back to your room, defeated, you notice the sun had set, and yet, Astarion was still nowhere to be seen. On your very first day as a vampire, in the very first instant of your transformation, he left you to fend for yourself, breaking one of the only three rules you had instated. A familiar impulsive idea crosses your mind, and without the Lord of the house to stop you, you pick a dark cape, along with some gold from his office and leave for the nearest tavern. This is where you would drink away your pain back in your living days, the thought of experiencing this again is comforting after the day you had.

“My Lady? Where are you going?”

As you make your way to the exit, your personal servant intercepts you.

“It would be better for you not to get involved, Amedee.” You keep walking until she moves in front of you, blocking your path.

“Far be it from me to contradict you, but the Master explicitly requested for you not to leave the palace!”

“I’ll follow the Master’s demands when he respects mine!” You push her aside to make it to the door when she grabs your wrist, stopping you right before the door.

“I would really advise you against it please–!”

When you look back at her, it’s with a boiling anger in your eyes, an anger that should be directed towards Astarion, you remind yourself, not her. She’s just following his orders, you tell yourself, preventing yourself from acting irrationally towards her.

“Amedee, I don't want to hurt you. Let me go, now.” Your words are gentle, but your voice sounds like a warning.

She looks at you with eyes pleading with you to stay, “I’m sorry my Lady, but I can’t let you go. He ordered it.” Her grip on you tightens and you understand the implication of her words. As much as you had appreciated her recent company, it was going to take you more to stop you from falling back into your old habits.

“I’m sorry too.”

Before she can react, you flip your arm around, making her twist in pain, before knocking the back of her head with your elbow, effectively knocking her unconscious. You look at Amedee with a pain in your chest, before walking out, slamming the door on your way out.

You had no intention of following anyone’s orders.

—

The tavern you reach is filled with mostly men, of all ages and all races, and in the past, chances are you would’ve bedded one – or a few – of them after a couple of drinks, but that wasn’t your goal this time. Your intention tonight is to get wasted, absolutely and utterly hammered, and you don't intend on leaving until you can’t walk properly; this was always your go-to to deal with high emotions, and it's not death that was going to change your ways. What you didn’t yet know was that your new vampiric powers made you unable to get inebriated. Not on alcohol, anyway. So you drink – for almost an hour – and the more you take, the worse it tastes, but you feel absolutely nothing. That’s until a charming, young tiefling approaches you.

“Let me offer you something more convenient for a lady like you.”

He smelled delicious.

Your bitter attitude quickly makes place for a pleasant smile, “What would you suggest?”

“How about some plum wine?” He orders two cups for the both of you and cheers before taking a first sip. You imitate the gesture only to grimace behind your cup. Just like the previous beers you’ve had, this drink is simply sour. Nothing would ever taste good anymore. Nothing, aside from whatever this tiefling had on him, Gods, the smell was simply intoxicating. It was almost unbearable to keep drinking this piss for wine when he was right there, hiding away that sweet nectar from you.

That’s when you get an idea. A terrible one.

“This is… nice, but I’m more the kind of girl who enjoys stronger drinks.”

“Oh? Is that so?” He leans closer to you. “Tell me, what’s your poison of choice?”

“Only if you promise to share a bottle with me.” Your voice is lustful and your hand easily finds its way on his thigh.

He smiles lustfully, “I think I might be tempted.”

You’re surprised by your ease to charm the man. You might’ve bedded countless strangers in the past, it usually took you at least two bottles of wine to get touchy with strangers, let alone get near them at all. This realisation gives you a sudden confidence boost and you find yourself getting closer to the tiefling, and open up your cape to reveal the plunging neckline of your dress which highlights your generous chest. You know your action has the desired effect when you notice him biting his lower lip at the sight of your breasts, unable to look elsewhere.

With the man now completely enchanted by you, you take a step further to secure your catch of the night. You order “the strongest drink you have” from the server, and you start drinking along. As the bottle gets close to empty, the tiefling grows more and more inebriated, while you are as fresh as the moment you stepped in. With the bottle almost empty, you throw some gold over the counter and whisper in his ear “let’s take this party somewhere else”, before grabbing him by the wrist to guide him out of the tavern. You don’t make it that far, as your thirst was guiding your every step and it was only growing stronger.

At the next corner, you pull him into an alley far from any scurrying eyes and abruptly pin him to the wall with your newfound strength.

His eyes widened in surprise, “Hells lady, I didn’t take you for a woman of experience.”

Poor guy, if only he knew.

He was barely able to hold his own weight, he looked downright pathetic next to a creature of such power as you. You take one, long sniff at him, taking in his aroma; he smells of plum, peaches, and bergamot, and unlike the food from earlier that reeked, the fruity notes he wore were as pleasant as you remember it from your living. Before long, you cover his mouth with one hand, tilting his head away, and dive your fangs into his neck in one swift movement. The moment his blood hits your mouth, relief overcomes you, finally indulging in the drink you didn’t know you had been waiting for all night. This man’s life be damned, you needed this, and you couldn’t handle any more teasing.

You feel him trying to scream and fight his way out of your hold, but it's no use; as every sip you take makes you stronger, and him weaker.

And you drink, and drink, and drink, until he's limp and you can't feel any more of the warm liquid coming from his neck.

You finally understand how Astarion felt that night he first drank from you. You're happy. Ecstatic, even, but a bit drunk. That was a lot of blood for your first time, but it was perfect to satisfy you. You feel as if you could take on an entire army by yourself, finally, strong once again, stronger than you’ve ever been.

It’s only as you pull back and the tiefling’s corpse falls to your feet that the weight of your actions dawns on you, taking you out of your blind confidence. A sudden panic rises in your chest when you realise what you’ve done, and you backtrack out of the alley, until you accidentally bump into someone.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

That’s when you recognize the familiar voice, and you freeze in place, hardly believing it at first. You wipe off your mouth with the back of your hand, hoping to get rid of any evident trace of your feeding before turning around to face the voice.

“Shadowheart?”

She steps back in shock when she recognizes you as well, choking back a sob as she smiles, before she rushes to embrace you tightly. You reach out slowly to hold her back, still processing the shock of her presence. You’re confused by your own reaction, shouldn’t you be happy to finally see her again? Why were you… afraid?

She finally pulls back, after what feels like an eternity, to take a look at you. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“I… sent you a letter,” your voice is quiet with hesitation.

She sighs, “Ah, I just got back to Baldur's Gate, I’m afraid I haven’t received it – where were you?!” She reaches out to cup your face when her smile is replaced by worry almost instantly. “By Selûne, you’re freezing.”

“I’m fine,” you try to brush it off, reaching out to pull her hand away from your face almost in disdain, when you see her eyes flash in horror.

“You’re hurt!” She exclaims as she grabs your bloodied hand to inspect it. “Who did this to you? Are you in danger?”

“I’m not hurt!” You raise your voice, snatching your hand away from her forcefully, and in the lighting of the full moon, that’s when she sees your eyes.

Your brand new, ruby red eyes.

She gasps, her hands flying to cover her mouth as she takes a step back, connecting the pieces together in horror.

“Gods, no… what did he do to you?…”

You pull your cape back over your head as you avoid her gaze. “He didn’t do anything… I did. I asked him to transform me.”

“But why would you?! After everything you told me… what could make you change your mind? What did he say that could possibly make you do…” She pauses, looking you up and down, “this?”

You shake your head, “I–” The words get stuck in your throat, unable to explain to her what had happened just the day before. “I don’t expect you to understand, but–”

“You’re right, I don’t.” She says, cutting you off. “You do realise that the last time we saw each other, you wanted to forget about him? You considered leaving the city, with me.” She reaches out for your hands and looks for your eyes. “Nothing is stopping you from doing it, you can still run away from this, from him–”

“I don’t need protection!” You growl, snatching your hand out of hers as you back away. ”He’s helping me.”

“Whatever for?!”

You pause just before the answer makes it to your lips, as you realise just what you’ve become, and your face softens as you speak up. Your voice is but a whisper as your eyes fall to the ground before you. “Revenge.”

She scoffs, “You really do make quite the pair.” She sighs heavily, now shaking her head. “You’ve made your choice, clearly there’s no stopping you, but… I won’t stand here and watch you go down that path.” She looks up to you with sad eyes as she backtracks. “I hope you find whatever it is that you're looking for, truly.”

With those last words, she turns and slowly walks into the noisy tavern without giving you another look, leaving you alone with your thoughts in this empty street.

You, your thoughts, and the body of the man you had just killed.

Shit. The body.

You suddenly remember your actions and go back into the alley to do your best attempt at hiding him away – which turned out to shove him inside a barrel that you hid behind more boxes – before running away to the Crimson palace.

—

As you step back into the palace, you’re instantly faced with Astarion who had seemingly been pacing around the entrance, belittling Amedee, who was awake once more, for what you assume was letting you get out of the palace. He becomes furious the second he sees you, speaking up as he rushes towards you.

“Where were you?”

“As if you cared.” You brush him off, walking past him as you make your way to your room, when he puts his arm in the way to stop you and lean over you.

“Believe it or not, I was extremely worried,” he says, his voice darkened.

“You don’t need to be! I’m stronger than I’ve ever been, all thanks to you.” You taunt him, trying to move away from his intimidating form, but he cages you under him.

“Do I need to remind you who is out there?” He almost shouts, lowering his voice to continue. “You were supposed to stay here, where you are safe, and you deliberately ignored my only command.”

“You can give orders to your other spawns, but don’t get to command me, remember?”

He growls under his breath, “You’re making this very difficult for me, pet.”

“I’m not your fucking pet!”

As you roar, Amedee and a tiefling spawn you recognize from your days in the dungeons move carefully towards you, with the intention to restrain you, but they stop in their tracks when Astarion raises his hand to them.

His attention remains on you, but something changes in his eyes, his tone becoming suddenly cold, “Don’t make me compel you now.”

“Why don’t you try.” You push him backwards as you say your last words, and he barely moves, only stepping back to keep his balance. “Go on! Break yet another one of your promises. Compel me.”

He looks up to the two spawns, commanding them. “Leave us.”

They look back at each other before the tiefling tries to speak up, “My Lord, are you sure–”

“Now!” He shouts.

They bow and quickly leave the hallways, leaving you both alone. When he looks back at you, he seems more composed, but just as stern as before. “As much as I want to, I won't control you.” He stands upright once again, taking a deep breath. “I will respect your wishes, as difficult as it may be.”

“It seemed rather easy for you to abandon me merely minutes after I awoke as a monster,” you spit out.

He sighs, “It hurts me so dearly when you see yourself as such. My darling, you are so much more than that, and so much greater than a mere spawn.” He pauses, his gaze piercing through you. “No, you are my consort.”

You get more frustrated by the mention of the title, as if being his most beloved spawn changed a thing. You continue, your voice slowly rising, “I am not your prized possession, and I will not let you treat me as such. I should be free to do as I wish.”

“We spoke about this, dear. Circumstances changed. Once that’s settled, I would gladly let you parade in the lively streets of Baldur’s Gate as much as your heart desires.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. “It isn’t as much parading as it is haunting when night comes.” Your anger leaves room for despair. How you had gotten there, how you had let yourself be guided by the simple means of revenge… “I should’ve known better than to trust you.”

He leans over you, stopping barely inches apart from your face, his breath hot as he murmurs against your ear.

“I did exactly what I promised I would do; I shared my gifts with you.” He grabs you by your chin, pulling a gasp out of you as he forces you to look at him when he growls, “And I intend on showing you exactly what I mean.”

You don’t get to react as he grabs you by your wrist and walks away, pulling you along with him. When you walk past your room and approach the door to the dungeons, a dread starts to set in within you.

“Astarion, where are you taking me?” He ignores your question as he keeps walking, and you try to pull away only to feel his grip on you becoming tighter. “Astarion, answer me!”

Your fear is replaced by confusion, as you walk past the dungeons, and enter a room you’d never been in before: the only room you noticed was locked earlier. As he drags you inside, you observe that it highly resembles yours, aside from the gigantic mirror placed near the bed.

He slams the door shut behind you and locks it, before walking back to you, “I never, ever, want you to think of yourself as nothing less than a goddess. Do you hear me?” You back track until you hit the wall on the other end of his room and his arms fly to the side of your head, caging you under him. His aura is dark, possessive, and not a single coherent thought inhabits you when lowers himself, leaving but a breath between you two. “I said, do you hear me?”

“Y-yes.”

“You – are sublime.” You blink anxiously, and you swear you could feel your face grow warm from his words. They were said with such admiration, yet his tone was bordering on madness; you had never felt so incredibly small under him. “Let me show you how I mean to worship you.”

As soon as the last words leave his lips, he removes the cape from your shoulders, before ripping your dress open, completely ruining it. As you stand almost bare before him, he notices the blood on your pale skin, and he smiles as he reaches out for your hand.

“Oh? Did my little treat have a treat of her own?” he purrs, licking the blood from your hand, and a sinister chuckle escapes him. “Poor bastard probably had it coming. Tell me, dear, how did it feel?” His tongue trails from your hand, along your arm, up to your shoulder, leaving a faint kiss there before whispering. “To take a life?”

A short puff of air escapes you, before you manage to speak up. “It was… terrifying… and exhilarating… all at once.” You didn’t need to breathe anymore, but it didn’t stop your breathing to become fast paced as he continued to kiss your body, down to your navel.

“What about his blood? Tell me exactly how he tasted.” He pulls your panties down painfully slowly, as he sinks to his knees, while staring right into your eyes as he waits on you.

“He was… sweet. We had plum wine right before– ah–!” His hand finds its way between your legs, slipping right between your lips to find the accumulation of your desire. “Astarion…”

“Don’t let me stop you, dear. I want to know every sordid detail.” His fingers continue their rumination, encouraging you to retell your experience. “Go on.”

“We– we had wine, plum wine, and I could taste it in his blood.” You struggle to complete your sentences; between having Astarion on his knees before you and him fingering you, it was difficult not to. “He– Gods, he tasted like peaches, and– and bergamot–”

“Bergamot, huh?” He interrupts you. “Even when you’re looking to get away, it seems as if your senses bring you right back to me, don’t they?” A small cry escapes you as his fingers enter you, picking up a languid rhythm.

“I wasn’t– mmh– I… wasn’t looking to get away from y– you. I– ahh…” You try to grab onto the wall for support, as your legs start to give out while his fingers coax your inner walls, and his thumb teases ever so slightly your sensitive bud. ”I was mad at you.”

He removes his fingers, dipping them into his mouth to taste you, “Mhh, I suppose I deserve that. I promise, I will absolutely treat you with the utmost attention moving forward.” He places his face between your legs, and pushes your legs over his shoulders, his arms circling over your thighs, giving you the support you need to stay up. “Starting now.”

He dives right into your cunt, his skilled tongue lapping over the mess he made of you. He growls against your entrance, as he tongue-fucks you, and his nose provides a delicious friction over your clit. You reach out for his head, grabbing onto his silver curls for support, and you feel him roar between your legs, the vibration sending a delicious wave of electricity through you. You buck your hips against his face, chasing the relief his tongue was providing you, while your moans only grow louder and louder.

In this position, he couldn't say much, but you begged him nonetheless, “Astarion, please, don’t stop.”

There’s nothing but him in your mind, him and his devilish tongue working wonders.

“Believe me, I want nothing but to ravish you, my dear.”

You look down on him with a frown, not understanding how he was able to speak so clearly when he was very much drowning in your juices. Breathless, you ask, “What– How did you–”

“Our minds, little love.” He answers in your mind, without ever stopping his labour of love. “Our bond is stronger than the one of regular spawns. They can only receive commands, but you, as my dark consort, can communicate back and forth with me.”

You remain silent, processing this new information, when you see his eyes looking back at you, still ravishing you. “I told you you were special.”

“But how–”

“You’ve already opened yourself to me, now, reach out to my mind.”

You close your eyes, focusing on his presence; his hands firm over your thighs, his soft curls brushing against your skin, his tongue devouring you, his nose teasing your clit, pushing you towards the edge…

“Oh, Astarion…”

“There you are, my precious darling.” He pulls away and gets up just as you were getting to your peak, and you whine at the loss of his touch, as if he took away the very air you needed to breathe. The smile that appears on his lips as he caresses your cheek is devious, almost cruel.

“Tsk tsk, only good girls get their reward. You want to be very good for me, don't you?” You nod vigorously and he smiles, wickedly. “I thought so.”

He removes his trousers, finally freeing the raging erection he was keeping caged within, to sit just over the edge of the bed. He brings his thumb to his mouth and punctures it with his fang, before smearing his own blood all over his leaking cock.

“Time for your treat, darling.”

Your legs finally give out and you crawl your way to him, enchanted by the sight before you. You recognize the smell of his blood from earlier; that was the liquid you drank this morning. He had fed you his very own blood.

Had he made you…

A full vampire?

“Come, now. Aren't you eager to taste me?”

The sight of his cock brought water to your mouth; the way his precome mixed with his blood made it glint in the light of the fireplace, your hand barely circling around his impressive girth, and the veins adorning it made for a delicious treat. You open your mouth, with your tongue sticking out, and lick from the bottom of his shaft up to the head of it, closing your eyes as you taste the sinful mix of his fluids.

The blood from your earlier catch was good, but it was nowhere near comparable to the delectable nectar Astarion bestowed upon you. This was downright heavenly.

“Mmh, doing so well for me, pet. My sweet, sweet consort.”

You're not sure if it's because of the taste of his blood on your tongue, mixed along with his sweet praise, but you find yourself more lenient on the pet name you previously disliked. Somehow, it was growing on you, and you weren't sure how to feel about it, but in your lust-drunken state of mind, the name rolled beautifully on his tongue.

Softly, he pushes aside your hair falling over your face, holding it back as you finally take him in your mouth. When you look up to him, you find him admiring you with half-lidded eyes, and his mouth agape. The moans that leave his mouth encourages you to go further, and with each mouthful of him, you take him deeper down your throat, until your lips are flush against the base of his cock.

“Keep going,” he breathes out. “Gods, you feel, aah– amazing.” To know that you had reduced the mighty Vampire Lord to whimpers fueled a newfound confidence within you, and it pushes you to suck more fervently on his dick, “Yes, just like that, pet. Fuuuck, darling, I should've fucked your pretty little mouth earlier.”

You bring your hand to his shaft, twisting and sliding along its length with each thrust of your mouth, while your other hand cups his balls, softly squeezing them in your palm. His hips thrust upwards into your mouth, almost moving of their own accord as he was nearing his climax.

“Are you ready to taste me, love?” You look up to him, and using your bond you answer “yes, please”. The corner of his lips turn back into a smile. “That's my good little girl.”

It's not long before he groans as you feel his cock throbbing inside your mouth, releasing his hot, salty seed down your throat, and you swallow every single drop. Maybe if I'm really good, he'll let me taste his blood again, you think to yourself.

You suck on his hardness a few more times through his climax, making sure to clean it from any remaining blood or come. When he stills, taking a second only to catch his breath, you finally release his dick with a loud pop, looking up to him with pride and lust in your eyes.

He leans towards you, catching your face between his hands to crash your lips together, and you open your mouth, welcoming his tongue begging to taste himself on you. When he pulls back, a trail of your mixed saliva hangs between the two of you, and as he wipes it off from your lips with his thumb, he smears more of his blood on your face. You stick your tongue out trying to taste more, the scent alone driving you to the border of insanity.

“You've been so good to me, my sweet. Now,” he gets up, pulling you up on your feet again. “Let me show you what it means to be my consort. To be mine.”

You yelp as he takes you in his arms before throwing you on the bed, and climbs over you. Nothing could've prepared you for what came next, when he flipped you onto your belly, and pulled you back up by your throat.

“Look at yourself.”

Before you stood the large mirror you had ignored up until now, and in it, your very own reflection, along with Astarion's. You can't believe your eyes. Clearly you weren't a spawn, he told the truth all along, but then…

“What… am I?”

He leaves kisses over your shoulder, slowly making his way to your ear. “My beautiful consort. My precious little love. My greatest creation.” He leans over your shoulder, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispers.

“My bride.”

Come on, and feel alive, lover

Come on, and feel the love like a sinner

Shout it louder, shout it for the ones who could never say

I won't feel ashamed, mother

Can you break the chains off her?

Shout it louder, not a sinner, she's a lover

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Blade's Edge

Pairing: Blade x Fem!Reader

Tags: lots of sexual tension, enemies with tension, aphrodisiac use, teasing, , banter, dry humping

Word count: 1.6k

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A/N: Everything about him screams sexy and dangerous and I love it.

The sound of rustling handcuffs drew you to his cell. He sat in darkness, unbothered by you glaring at him. The only light was his eyes shining at you. "Captain. To what do I owe this immense pleasure?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, nodding at the other guards to leave. You knew he wouldn't tell you anything with them around, maybe even alone. Blade was a stubborn man and if he allowed himself to get captured by your squad then he must want something. Often something involving you.

Blade smirked at you as you stepped into his cell, as you approached him and tilted his chin with your fingers. "You look smug for someone in handcuffs." You kept your eyes on him, you knew he might try to get out but not before he got whatever it is he's after this time. His goals are all that mattered to him.

"Yes, well, it's not like I hate wearing him. I could go for better accommodations if I'm gonna give you some much needed information. I know you and yours have been running yourselves in circles lately. It was actually quite fun to see at first. Now it's just sad." He mocked you with that cocky smirk of his. With every word you got more and more angry. The worst thing was that Blade had a point.

"And what do you want in return? Surely you're not here out of the goodness of your heart."

"What heart?" Blade chuckled, his voice dripping with a tone that was both sadistic and seductive. Dangerous. "I could do it for... hm what's a good price. Perhaps a small kiss?"

Your hand twitched with the urge to slap him for even suggesting such a thing.

"You can pretend all you wish. I have seen how you look at me when we fight. You were probably looking for an excuse to put me in handcuffs. Have me tied up and at your mercy. From where I'm sitting you could fuck-" You grabbed a handful of his shockingly soft hair and kissed him. If one kiss would give you what you needed then it wasn't a big price to pay.

So why did you sit in his lap. Why did you open your mouth when he licked into it, why did... why did he taste so good. Your eyes widened when you recognized the sweet taste of an aphrodisiac. Fuck.

"Bastard. How are you not effected?" Your head was already getting dizzy, your hips moving in his lap, looking for friction and release.

"Call it natural immunity. I can't exactly have you follow me when I get out of here now can I? I'm only a messenger but that doesn't mean I won't have with you, Captain." Blade pushed upwards, your moans muffled by his lips, his taste and scent making you push forward, to pull at his uniform. You didn't realize he was shifting with his hands you only registered the hard feeling of the chair against your back and his hips pushing your legs apart, "If anyone were to see this what would they think? Their Captain spreading her legs for me? And I haven't even taken your clothes off yet."

At this rate he wouldn't have to take your clothes off.

Blade mumbled something in your ear. Perhaps the information he promised? Or did he call you names? Maybe something about Kafka? You didn't know. Your mind was swimming in a sea of pleasure, your legs locking tight around him before relaxing.

"Thank you very much for your time Captain. I look forward to our next meeting." His lips ghosted against yours one last time before your vision turned black, the last thing you saw being his back, and the next thing being the worried and confused faces of your team.

"That motherfucker." You could practically hear him laughing in your ear. Shit. You were still sensitive if even that managed to make you clench your legs.

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the-saltiest-saltine · 1 year

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Noncon Chrollo HCs with fem reader? 🥺 How would he approach getting what he wants from reader? If not willing to compromise does he just take?

I think he would be willing to take what he wants by “force,” but I see him 99% of the time going the gentleman route with reader after taking her. Not just in the intimate sense, but in all aspects of how he interacts with you.

He’s obviously still an ass (he’s Chrollo lol), but I don’t picture him as someone who’d physically punish or outwardly mock his darling. In the same sense, I don’t think he’d immediately go the “pin them down and rip their clothes off” route if he was denied. But I honestly love the high libido Chrollo hc lol.

So, would he be willing to force himself on you? Absolutely. But the way in which he does it would less likely be in the traditional, primitive sense (he sees himself as above that), and more likely to be coercion, manipulation, having you under the influence, or as some sort of deal for privileges or to get out of a punishment or something.

I don’t think he’d necessarily wait until a certain point in the “relationship” to try to get intimate with you. He’s a guy with urges. Regardless of if you’re going on “dates” with him or still try to scratch his eyes out when he looks at you, it’s more a matter of time rather than progress - after a few months, he’s getting seriously pent up.

It’s a sort of dilemma for him. He wants to maintain his gentlemanly façade so he can hopefully ease you into it and get you willing, but he’s so eager that parts of it slip slightly, making you less likely to give in.

If you’re “responsive,” as he puts it, he’ll ease you into things. We all know how great this man would be in bed, especially if it’s your first time - he’d whip out all his best tricks and technique and you’d be just goneee lol

If you’re not, he’ll up the ante. The façade will continue to slip, but he cares less for it now - what’s the point in exerting himself if you aren’t going to give him what he wants either way?

He’d give you more punishments, hoping that you might try and offer him your body to get out of it. If you do, he’ll simply eat up the opportunity, tasting your apprehension and humiliation in more ways than one. He’d love to see the conflict in your eyes as you lie beneath him, trying desperately not to react to his touch or shove him off you.

I think his next step would be slipping you an aphrodisiac. It’d be useful in several ways:

First of all, of course, its effects would make you more likely to give in to his whims, or even ask him for it.

It’d also be a way for him to get you to agree to completely unrelated non-sexual stuff too. If you agree to wear that dress, or be good on a date, or have a conversation with him about his book, he promises he’ll touch you. It’s amusing to see how frantically you agree to whatever he asks for.

Plus, if you somehow manage to deny him (and yourself), the unquelled burning inside of you is a fitting punishment for your stubbornness.

I think the aphrodisiac would be a last-ditch effort. Sure, he could use a Manipulator’s ability to incapacitate you, force you to kiss him, and have you strip and spread your legs while you beg for him. But it’s not just a matter of desire - it’s a matter of pride. To have you wholly under his control while he takes what he wants would ruin an important part of the pleasure for him: knowing that you, on some level, wanted your kidnapper to please you, to touch you, to fuck you.

Eventually, your obstinacy leads Chrollo to his breaking point. He’ll wake up one morning and just know. He’ll give you a stare over breakfast, and it’ll seem off. Sure, none of them were ever particularly comforting, but you can’t help but shiver from his gaze, what’s usually a void in his eyes being filled with something insatiable. The tension throughout the day would be almost tangible, hanging thickly between you two. Eventually, you might catch on to what’s going to happen.

He knows you’re getting paranoid, but can’t really bring himself to care. Of course, he wishes things could’ve been different, if only you weren’t so stubborn.

He’s almost trembling by the time you go to take your evening shower in the bedroom’s ensuite, mind flooding with tainted images of you as always. But there’s an extra element this time, one that sends shocks of electricity through him - tonight, all that he’s pictured is going to happen. You’re at his mercy, and you’ll beg for him.

By the time the water shuts off, his eyes are clouded and his pants are straining. You’re smart enough to always bring your change of clothes to the bathroom, so he won’t see you in nothing but a flimsy towel. But the comfort and protection it brings is purely psychological. The bathroom door opens, steam wafting into the bedroom.

He’s on you before you even know he’s in the room. He picks you up before you have time to react, throwing you on the bed and kissing you. His tongue invades your mouth as you try to pull away, with one hand holding your wrists tight as the other starts to pull down your pyjama shirt.

You’re crying now, but he doesn’t have any sympathy for you. You chose to be stubborn. You chose to test his limits. And now you’ve broken them.

The look of surprise, of confusion in your eyes is what irritates him the most. How could you have possibly not expected this? He’s a thief after all - it’s only natural he takes what he wants, and the fact that it took him so long is a mercy of the highest honour. So you shouldn’t hope for any from him tonight.

#hxh #chrollo #yandere chrollo #hunter x hunter #yandere hunter x hunter #chrollo x reader #chrollo hxh #chrollo hcs #chrollo smut #yan chrollo

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Day 3: Aphrodisiac w/Kakashi Hatake

Warnings: dubious content (both parties under the influence of an aphrodisiac poison), rough sex

Tag list: @actuallysaiyan, @loki-love

The mission was supposed to be simple. You weren’t even expected to engage with any enemies. Instead, it was just an intel mission for you and Kakashi. Somehow the enemy had gotten tipped off to your presence, but with Kakashi at your side, you weren’t worried. The two of you had made quick work of the low-level shinobi sent to divert you. It seemed the mission would still be easy until you got to the last shinobi. She put up quite a fight, and then once backed into a corner she showed no signs of worry.

“I know a way to distract you,” she smirks before producing a bomb.

Right as she gets ready to throw it at you, Kakashi is running to shield you. The bomb hits the ground and pink smoke begins to fill the air around you.

You cough as your lungs are filled with the sticky sweetness of the poison. Kakashi is panting as he helps you to your feet and tries to get the both of you out of range. You’re not sure what’s happening. She could’ve killed you with that poison, yet you’re both still standing.

Your heart is racing as the two of you finally stop under the cover of the woods. Your skin feels hot and tingly all over as you lean against a tree to catch your breath. Kakashi is doing the same, broad shoulders rise and fall rapidly as he pants.

“What did she do to us?” you ask.

“I’m not sure,” he says. “We should set up camp and recuperate.”

The two of start finding a safe place off the road to set up camp. The whole time your body burns and you’re starting to feel so wet. Your cunt is so swollen and desperate it almost hurts. The stickiness of your growing arousal seeps through your panties to coat your inner thighs. You’re trying to keep it from Kakashi, but you notice he’s seeming to hide something from you as well. You can see the blush under his cheeks beneath his mask as he starts building a small fire. You take the blankets from your pack and set them out. The need keeps growing and growing inside of you until an ache takes over. It’s unbearable. You need to touch yourself or be touched so badly. Kakashi is still panting and groaning softly every so often.

“Kakashi-”

“Don’t.”

“Kakashi, listen to me,” you plead. “I need-”

“No. We shouldn’t.”

The same ache is fill him too. His cock is rock hard and so sensitive that even his pants feel like too much brushing against him. A sticky stain is forming from the precum leaking out of his swollen tip. He can smell you, and that alone is driving him insane.

“Please,” you whine as another surge of arousal fills you when you realize his neediness.

“We shouldn’t. Not like this.”

“You’re the only one I trust, Kakashi.”

“I’m the only one here,” he sighs.

“But even if you weren’t,” your cheeks burn. “You’d still be the only one.”

He groans and palms at himself from your sweet words. You can just barely see the motion from the otherside of the fire where he sits. A whine escapes from you when a sharp pain goes through your abdomen.

“Kakashi, please. It might be the only way to stop this.”

He stands up and comes around the fire. Your wide, pleading eyes watch him. He’s thought of this moment, taking you and making you his. It was never like this in his fantasies. It was romantic and soft and he was sure you really wanted him.

“Please,” you repeat as you reach out to him. Your fingertips brush against his crotch and you can feel the sticky stain onthe front of his pants. “I need you, Kakashi. I know you need me too.”

“Fuck,” he sighs as his cock throbs in his pants and he’s so weak from just the slightest touch he falls to his knees in front of you.

He pulls his mask down and if this was a different situation you’d take the time to finally enjoy the sight of his face. All you can do now is pull him in for a frantic kiss. He moans as your tongue pushes into his mouth to greedily taste him. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to take his time with you but the pressure is boiling over. If he doesn’t take you now he’s afraid he might combust.

“Take off your pants,” he growls.

You don’t hesitate to obey him. Your trembling hands fumble with the button and zipper until you’ve finally managed to rid yourself of the garment. You lay back on the blanket and spread your thighs while he opens his pants. You’re much too aroused to worry about being shy now. His cock slaps against his abdomen as soon as its released. He slots himself between your thighs and gives no warning before pushing his cock into you. With one snap of his hips he’s buried to the hilt, and both of you let out sighs of relief.

“So fucking hot and wet,” he groans as he begins a frantic pace. His heavy balls smack into your ass with every hard thrust.

“Fuck,” you whine and cling to him.

Your needy little cunt clamps down around him. Your hands slide up his shirt to feel his toned back before settling on his waist. It feels so good to have him inside of you. The painful pressure is starting to give way to the most divine pleasure you’ve ever felt.

Kakashi snaps his hips again, making you cry out for him. Then, he leans down to kiss you. Your needy whines are captured in his rough kiss, but the squelching of your soaking cunt and Kakashi’s skin slapping against yours is still filling the empty forest. You’re rapidly tumbling closer to the edge. He pulls out of the kiss and sits up on his knees. Your ankles are brought to rest on each shoulder, and nearly melt when he pushes in impossibly deeper.

“Kakashi!” you cry out.

He grunts in response as he continues his deep, hard pace. Once he starts playing with your clit, you’re done for. Your body trembles and shakes with your orgasm. It’s like electricity is coursing through your body. The relief you feel is nearly orgasmic in itself. You can still feel the poison make its way through you.

“I’m close,” Kakashi grunts. “Fuck, I should pull out.”

“No, please. Please, don’t stop fucking me.”

Kakashi can’t resist your gentle pleads, especially when his balls are so heavy and his cock is throbbing as he nears his peak. His fingers dig into the muscles of your thighs as he paints your walls white with his cum. He feels the same relief you did, but the hunger remains. He looks down as he pulls out until just the tip of his cock is nestled inside. His cock is still hard and the veins throb on his shaft. His seed is dripping out of you, and there’s a creamy ring around the base of his cock. It’s all so filthy, even for a man who reads porn casually. He slams back into you before leaning down to kiss you.

“I think I’m gonna have to fuck you all night, sweetheart,” he coos.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

#kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi x reader #kinktober 2022

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Kinktober Day 10

Ronal/Human!Reader/Tonowari

A/N: It took me a little while to get into this one, but I honestly like how it came out

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Knife Kink, Blood Kink, Ritualistic Setting, Hilt Fucking

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

“Tawtute, it is time for us to return,” Ronal whispers.

I give a small whine, not wanting to leave the comfortable spot between Ronal and Tonowari.

“I know, Tawtute, I do not want to leave, but we must complete the trial before dawn,” Tonowari whispers, kissing the mark Ronal left on my ear.

I roll over onto my back, “I know, my loves. I’m just happy to be between you both right now. But you are right, we must finish. Let us begin.” I explain.

“The moment you are placed in the center, the trial will start. Be strong, Sumtsyìp. It is almost finished.” Ronal mutters, her lips grazing mine.

The two of them cuddle me to them in a thigh hug, both laying a kiss on my head before they separate. Leaving me on the mat, I shiver from the cold, the breeze from the cold air breezing along my naked skin. It is Tonowari’s arms that lift me, cradling me to his chest. The ornaments he wears, decorating him as Olo’eyktan, brush the top of my head. This trail requires the proper regalia. Knowing that both of them are fully clothed, while I am wearing nothing more than a blindfold and the trial cloths, brings warmth to my core. Tonowari places me on what feels like the same stool as before. Putting my heels so they are next to my ass, holding me open as my knees splayed wide. Bared to the cove.

“Look at this,” Ronal mutters, “Our tawtute has already made a mess. Even after we took our time to clean her.”

I blush; I swear I can feel her stare on my core.

Chuckling, I hear Tonowari in front of me, maybe next to Ronal, “She is eager for us. That is why we are here. She has won our attention, and now here she is, bared for us, fighting for our mateship.”

A lone finger drags through my folds, now covered in my slick, before the touch is gone. Ronal moans in the distance before a wet pop sound comes from their direction.

“The Tawtute tastes delicious; you should try it,” Tonowari mentioned.

Two large hands grip my thighs, carefully avoiding the wrapped cloths with the delicate sea shells. A breath hits my cunt, before something warm and wet licks from my hole to my clit. Then there was nothing.

“Perfect,” Ronal remarked. “And to think that soon this will be all ours, whenever we wish.”

“It will be like when my rut and your heat were synced. Never able to stop, nothing but pleasure for three weeks straight, unable to leave our marui. She will be open at all times; the tawtute will not need to be prepared, I will just sink in.” Tonowari mentions.

“Do you think the tawtute can handle that? She is tiny and weak. She won't last past the third round before passing out. That’s as long as she doesn’t meet your cock before then. You will split her open. I doubt she will ever be tight again… at least by human standards.” Ronal trails off.

A booming laugh escapes Tonowari, “No, once we are mated, she will forever be ruined for humans.”

Cutting Tonowari off, “We are getting ahead of ourselves. We must finish this before dawn.” I hear Ronal move away.

“No, you aren’t eager at all.” His voice was teasing, “I know you’ve been waiting for this since the moment we started this.”

“Hush you.” She counters.

I am still stuck in silence as I sit there as they talk about me as if I wasn’t there. But I racked my brain for any idea of what could excite Ronal so much. Ronal’s list of kinks is extensive, but I know she loves to be rough. Leaving the marks of her teeth on Tonowari, or I, is her biggest one. The blood on her teeth is like an aphrodisiac to her, and seeing the marks throughout the day is a guaranteed late night. Humans heal slower than na’vi do. It's perfect for her to leave her marks on me and to see them last for weeks.

Something flat and cold rubs over the bottom of my foot. I cannot tell what it is. There are groves, no, it feels like divots on the object. It's just so cold it feels like draining the cold out of my body.

“Do you know what it is, tawtute?” Ronal asks.

I resist shaking my head as it would sound the shells.

“It’s one of my favorites. While it’s necessary for the trial, I hope you enjoy it.” The object trails up my calf and passes my knee. ”Tonowari never liked to be on the receiving end. It does not bother me. I will never force either of you to do something you don’t want. But if you enjoy this, you will never be unmarked.” The flat object turned, and it was sharp.

I knew what it was. I had seen Ronal and Tonowari working on it, never letting me get a close look at it. But I knew what they were making. It was Metkayina tradition that you were to make your mate a blade forged of the ocean's obsidian crystals. A material that is strong enough to use in battle but sharp enough to remove every scale off a fish. The blade is too small to be either of theirs. This is my blade. My blade will be used for the last trial.

“It’s beautiful. We made sure it fit you perfectly. It was difficult getting the size suitable to fit your tiny hands.” Tonowari admitted.

The sharp point now dug into the inner part of my thigh. The burn was shallow, enticing as it dragged down towards my knee. I stilled the gasp that threatened to come out of me. The feeling of a knife sliding near my sensitive parts, the stinging pain, the welling of my blood sliding down my legs, my heart racing, and the need building in my core. The knife is removed from my thigh, and Ronal moves around to my back. The knife is placed between my shoulder blades and loops downwards, moving from right to left. The stinging burn follows after the tip of the blade. Each twist and turn of the knife fuels the desire in my core. I want to wiggle and writhe to ease the aching. But I remain still. As Ronal continues tracing my back, Tonowari steps forward and enters a finger into my cunt.

“Ma Ronal, you have gotten lucky. Our tawtute is soaked. She has a pool of her slick under her. I did not even have to ease my finger in. Her cunt swallowed it.” His finger worked in and out before removing it entirely.

“Eywa has chosen her for us,” Ronal mutters reverently, her work on my back never ceasing.

My cunt clenches to the rhythm of my heartbeat, my need building as the two tease me. I do not fear the blade, as I do not fear Ronal. I do not flinch or shy away, but I want more.

“She is getting desperate. Her cunt is needy; I can see it clenching around nothing. It is begging to be filled.” Tonowari commented, amused.

“That is not something tawtute should be worried about right now.” Ronal sounds pleased.

Ronal eases the knife away from my back, ending the movement of her blade. I can feel her breath on the skin of my back.

“Ronal! Hold yourself! You may not interrupt this part of the trial!” Tonowari scolds. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I had never heard him use that tone of voice before.

I feel her huff against my skin, blowing on the open wounds, before walking away.

“I am sorry for shouting tìyawn. But if you interfered, then we would have failed. “ Tonowari explains, his voice soft, “Soon, we will all be able to explore as we wish.” The sounds of their lips meeting reach my ears, making my cunt pule even more.

“No more teasing, Ronal. Finish your work.” He orders.

I hear Ronal’s feet spot in front of me, and the blade returns at my right hip. It swirls up and over my stomach, following a pattern that I cannot understand. It continues further up onto my right breast. I choke back gaps from the blade on my breast; the pain is much worse here. As the knife nears my nipple, I hold my breath as tears fall from my eyes. The pressure on the blade lightens, no longer cutting my skin. That’s when the blade tip rests on my nipple, the point resting on my stiff peek. My heart is racing under my skin, and my cunt is throbbing. It doesn’t stop as I wait. Wait for the blade to cut, to leave, for anything. The blade leaves my nipple before returning to my left hip, beginning the process all over again.

“That was perfect.” I hear Tonowari whisper.

The knife mirrors the same trail as before, but it does not linger on my breast, inested moving just above, right above my heart, and then it is gone.

“The marks are perfect. It is just the finishing now.” Ronal explains.

My head feels numb. All I can think of is the stinging of the cuts and the throbbing in my cunt. Something cold enters into my cunt, something sticky mixes with the wetness of my pussy. It’s curved and smooth. Gliding into my cunt with no resistance. Only stopping when Ronal’s hand rests against my folds.

“It fits perfectly,” Tonowari mutters, amazed.

“I told you, Wari, I knew how big to make the handle.”

I clench hard on the handle of my blade, knowing that it’s inside my pussy, the sharp edge so close to slipping inside. Yet, it makes me yearn for even more. The handle leaves my pussy before sliding back in, and this repeats over and over again as Ronal fucks me with the handle. Every nerve is buzzing, needing a release. My body is as tense as it can be, but the speed of the handle does not change.

“Cum for us tawtute. As soon as you cum it is finished.” Ronal demanded, but I was not there. Not nearly close enough to my high in order to cum properly.

I feel warmth on my back, not quite touching, “You’re so close for us, tawtute, but we cannot touch you in any other way. You can only cum from the handle of your blade in your tight hole.” Tonowari’s deep voice growled.

The angle of the blade changed, hitting a new spot in my cunt, the soft spot being railed as my wetness squelches into the silent night. The new angle made everything better, and the speed was perfect. I came. My toes curled, and my body became tight as my high hit me. Ronal never stopped thrusting, the pleasure bordering on pain, but it was still so good. The sound of water falling hit my ears, but I couldn't understand where it was coming from.

Ronal eased the handle out of me, “I did not know that a tawtute could do that,” She whispered.

Together, they cleaned me up; gentle hands cleaned my wounds as the cloths were removed from my body. Even the natural lights were harsh on my eyes as they removed my blindfold. I look at the marks Ronal left, and I see the story they tell. It is the symbols of love and devotion, the same patterns I wished to get once I was accepted as Metkayina, what I wanted for my tattoo.

“Are they correct?” Tonowari asked.

“They’re perfect,”

#avatar #lunaskinktober2023 #atwow #avatar way of water #kinktober #smut #ronal x you #ronal x reader #tonowari x ronal #ronal avatar #tonowari x you #tonowari smut #tonowari x reader

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Ibuki Sequel Cute Moments Ft. Rikka Part 4

Yoshino is nervous about the next trial...

Ibuki: "Don't keep doing that..."

Ibuki touches her lips to prevent her from biting onto her lips.

Yoshino: *blushing* "Ah! I didn't realize I was doing that..."

Ibuki: *evil smile* "How about this? We can do more fun things with our lips and tongue."

Yoshino: *blushing even more and also feeling excited* "Like....?"

Ibuki: "Like..."

Few moments later....

Yoshino: "So the interesting thing to do with our lips and tongue......is this?"

Yoshino points at the alcohol sitting in-between them.

Ibuki: "Yep! What did you think?"

Yoshino: *blushing*

...............

Ibuki gets Yoshino drunk, obviously....

Yoshino gets closer to Ibuki and clings onto Ibuki while showing off her orgasm face.

Yoshino: *blushing* "What do I look like, in Ibuki's eyes?"

Ibuki: *smiles* "A kitten that meows a lot and shows her claws."

Yoshino: "Mm..." *Ibuki rubs her eyes*

Ibuki: "When I said to invite me next time when you have alcohol, did you not once think I'd do terrible things to you?"

Yoshino: *blushing* "Somewhere inside my heart, I'm sure that Ibuki won't do terrible things to me."

Ibuki: ".............."

...............

Rikka: "Hey Yoshino..."

Yoshino: "Oh Rikka! Hi. Are you also here to read books?"

Rikka: "No. I'm hiding from Kurama. He got very excited when he saw me."

Yoshino: "Oh! Looks like everyone tonight cannot calm down."

Rikka: "What are you doing? Your duty is only of the Shrine Maiden of Yomi, right? "

Yoshino: "You're right, but I still cannot abandon my role as a pharmacist. This is my personal wish."

Rikka: "............"

Rikka: *smiles and gets closer* "How about this? I can help you calm down."

Presses her against the wall and brings his face close to her. He brushes her hair and tucks it behind her ears. And for some reason the romantic soundtrack is playing in the background despite this not being Rikka route!

Yoshino: *blushing while feeling the cold fingertips*

Rikka: "How about spending a hot night with me? I can do better than Ibuki and Kurama together."

Blows into her ear.

Yoshino: *blushing* "Mm..Mm..."

Rikka: "We Yukijoro have the powers to bring heat to humans. Do you wanna try?"

His hand goes to touch her lower abdomen.

Yoshino: *blushing* "W-What!? You're just teasing me, right?"

Rikka: "No. I don't know why, but I wanna see you completely drowning in pleasure...."

Yoshino: *blushing* "Ah...Ah..!!?"

Ibuki: "Hello, this is my route!"

Yoshino: "Ah! Ibuki!"

Rikka: *sad face* "I see. Too bad."

Ibuki: *smiles* (because he saw another man making his crush horny)

..............

Ibuki: "The Yukijoro demons are mysterious. Did Tamamo not tell you anything? Demons like Rikka have the power to make humans horny to have sex with them."

Yoshino: *blushing* "S-S-So that's what Rikka meant?!?"

Ibuki: "Yeah. It's more effective than any kind of aphrodisiac...."

Yoshino: "So that's what he meant when he said he can do better than Kurama and Ibuki earlier..."

Ibuki: "Oh? How about before you judge, you taste mine too."

Pins her against the wall just like Rikka did earlier and kisses her ear. (This is a K-drama after all)

Yoshino: *blushing* "Mmm....Ibuki...no..."

Starts kissing all around her neck.

Ibuki: "Haha...I haven't even touched your erogenous parts yet and look at you."

Scratches and pinches her nipple over her kimono.

Yoshino: *clings onto his big arm* "I-I..buki.."

Ibuki: "Can I hold you like this?"

Whispers directly into her ears with his sweet voice.

Yoshino: "Ngh..." *pushes him away*

Yoshino: *blushing* "I-I...I don't want to...do it with someone...I don't like..."

Ibuki: "Someone...you don't like, huh?"

Yoshino's heart ached at Ibuki's confused voice,

Ibuki: "Heh...Demons like to break people who are stubborn."

Ibuki: "Someday, I will corrupt you and turn you into a lewd woman who moans in the arms of a demon who you don't like."

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #cybird #ikegen #ikemen mc #ikemen genjiden ibuki #ikemen genjiden rikka

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Santino randomly eating pineapple, and John is confused about it. "Why are you eating pineapple?"

"Because I like it?" But he smirks and winks at him. John has no idea what pineapple... does to one 🌚

Until he experiences it when Santino gets extremely needy and wild, horny. Leaving John fucking exhausted after everything 💀

It's the whole scenario of him dropping random horny sentences into normal ones 😭

"We could definitely go out tomorrow, maybe in a bar, so we can have a very messy sex in the bathroom." He says that with his cute little smile while John nearly chokes on his drink :]

I'm sorry I literally can't stop thinking about those scenarios ever since you wrote about them, it's too good 😭

Ok, you absolutely gotta clear something up: does Pinapple have an aphrodisiac effect I'm not aware of?!

Because your ask seems to hint at it, but it's the first time I hear about pineapple having such an effect and NO ONE WAS GOING TO TELL ME?

I mean, ginger I knew about, but pineapple no, and if so, yep, I need to have Santino eat it. But maybe, just like me, he isn't aware of its effect and just genuinely enjoys it. Probably equals it to summertime, and gets overjoyed (inside, outside of course, nothing shows, he's carefully controled). One day, he eats a bit more than usual, and since it's a slow day, there is nothing to distract his mind. He's trying to read a book (an actual novel for a change! Not a report on his enemies' activity) and watching John tend to the garden (you know he would, would probably be good at it, since he's patient and methodical, would have the most beautiful roses in town without even seeming to try that hard).

It's a hot day so John ends up in his tank top, covered in dirt smears and sweat, Dog "helping" him by digging holes around him (but John actually uses the holes, because he doesn't want Dog to think he's ungrateful). And Santino's gaze keeps slipping to John, watching his muscles move, the was his tats glistens, and he can't help but want to lick the salt off his nape.

And the worse thing is that it makes him thirsty, so he's eating more pinapple morcels left at his disposal, so it's really a vicious circle. So when John takes a break to drink, and comes closer to where Santino is lounging, the man beacons him closer and calls him to bend over him so he can kiss him.

John kisses back, happyly surprised by this sudden display of affection. But the kiss turns passionate and heavy very suddenly, and before he can gather his wits, he's straddling Santino and the man is shamelessly grinding up against him, attacking his neck with his tongue and sucking bruises on his clavicle.

And the pergola is not super exposed, but it's still not very intimate, so John probably isn't super confrotable with the idea of fucking right there (because it's clearly where this seems to be going) and Santino can sense it, but Santino is very insistent.

And he tastes sweet, which always makes John moan and kiss him harder: he only loves sweet things when tasted out of Santino's lips.

And soon, Santino is going to uses his mouth for something else >:]

More under the cut cause it gets a little bit hornier.

I love the idea that he would be insatiable, and that even if he made John come once, and got off himself, he would want to go on.

And John would get behind the idea and be the best service top that he is (or the best service switch) and keep going until Santino was a shivering oversensitive mess.

Until he comes dry one last time and just... Pass out.

I doubt just pineapple would do that, but maybe with MDMA?

Damn, now I wanna write "sex pollen" fic. Santino doused in the new sex drug on the market, being totally insatiable...

#john wick #santino d’antonio #ask away!

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onedaughterofman · 2 years

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Writing Sessions #9 (Papa Primo x g/n reader)

Summary: Soft morning sex with Peepaw. If Im not wrong @justagenderfluidstuff had asked for some soft peepaw.

Warnings/tags: +18, adult content. Soft sex, oral sex, handjobs, cum eating (maybe idk). Old peepaw.

A/N: I wrote this on the train. People around me. My poker face didn't fail. Pic is from Pinterest.

The soft morning sun sweeps in through the thick curtains. It's early, probably way too early to be doing something like this, but you don't necessarily care. Your eyes scan around the room, from the beautiful pieces of art on the shelves to the old wallpaper, passing by the various plants that hang from the roof and overflow their pots.

Up and down, your wrist lazily moves. You work on him slowly, barely any strength behind your muscles. Laying in bed, comfortable next to his legs, you observe the way Primo's stomach rises and falls with every breath, as he gradually comes out of his sleep.

When he finally does, his mismatched eyes fall on you, gaze still clouded with peaceful bliss.

"Tesoro," he calls and his voice is a deep rumble. "What are you doing?"

"Surprising you,"you mumble back, cheek resting on his thigh. "Do you like it?"

"Si, I do. Very much."

Pleased, you snuggle harder onto him, wrist picking up the rhythm. The smile on your face only grows bigger when his hand comes to rest over your head, a tender gesture that still makes you tremble inside. To have a man like him, someome so powerful and even cruel surrendered at your palm it's exciting, delightful.

You know Primo, his status in the Ministry, his reputation. He's made Siblings and Ghouls fall to their knees with a flick of his wrist and a stare from his eyes but, Hell, Primo says he's tender when he wants to be and he wants to be tender with you.

"If we are going to do this, let me just..."

"It's already on the bedside table," you hurry to reply. "I prepared it for you."

The taste of herbs is bitter on his tongue when he leans in to kiss you on your open mouth. You recognize the medicine and aphrodisiac, already yearning for it to make full effect.

When Primo lays down on the pillows, you go back to lazily work on him, eyes nothing but two dark pools of lust and desire. His mismatched gaze is like yours, white eye casting a faint glow on the gloomy room.

As the minutes pass, your mouth replaces the hand, pressing kisses and small licks on him. You hear Primo grunt, before his palm falls on your head, softly guiding you down to take him.

You do. This is for him, after all. All for him.

"Tesoro," he whispers, when your nose presses on his skin, swallowing him whole. "I want you to ride me."

Inch by inch, you let go. There's spit on your chin and he wips it with his thumb. "Are you sure?"

"Only a fool wouldn't want that."

Climbing on his lap is a second nature already, just like slowly lowering your hips to meet his. Primo lets out a low moan, fingers curling on your waist. "Slow," he doesn't say, but you already know it.

Your hips begin to roll, in a soft pace. Riding him, you can perfectly see the blissful expression on his face, the cloudy gaze and the heaving chest. Primo's hair falls on the pillows, a mix of silver and gold glistening under the morning sunlight. He may not be as young as he used to be, but by the power of Satan or sheer will alone he knows just what buttons to touch, what places to hit to make you see stars.

And so, you ride him and he allows you to mark the rhythm, to do as you please. He grunts and pants, moaning out compliments and sweet talking you.

When his orgasm grows closer, his fingers move between your legs to help you reach yours too. Even if you want his pleasure to come first, he won't let it happen. He won't be satisfied until you are a trembling mess, uncontrollably clenching around his cock.

As always, you come for him and he comes for you, holding your body closer. You carefully fall next to him, snuggling to his side as he catches his breath. His warm cum drips down your thighs, before his fingers collect it and push it back inside.

Drunk on love and high on sex, you lick them clean. The salty aftertaste of it coats your tongue, and you make a show out of it, moaning around his fingers. There's pure adoration on Primo's gaze.

"Are you up for another?" You ask, face hiding on his neck.

"In a few minutes," he replies, voice full of air. "This was a good surprise."

"Im glad you liked it," you add, content. "Happy birthday, my Papa."

Ps: I had to research Viagra at 8 am for this.

#papa emeritus i #papa emeritus x reader #papa primo #papa emeritus i x reader #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #Idk #My writing #My fics #writing sessions

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the-diabolist · 2 years

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If ideas are still open, derek in the cellar with a drill?

Kinktober 2022, day 7 - mmm let's make Derek cry

c.w: gn reader, aphrodisiacs, restraint, light dom/sub, dom!reader, bit of brat taming, Derek is a little shit but he's so pretty when he cries 💋 1.1k because I'm a degenerate.

He'd flushed dark scarlet when you'd teasingly told him to "be a good boy," but not in anger - you can tell by the way his eyes go hazy, by the way he slackens, cowed and simmering, under the grip of your hand around his jaw.

So that's how he wants to play.

"Stop pawing at me and go sit against the headboard," You command. His expression begins to go mutinous. "If you behave, I'll give you a treat," you coax.

He grumbles but goes, too intrigued to be contrary. Meanwhile, you grab the small bottle you'd stashed for just such an occasion, as well as a glass. You fill the glass with water from the sink and pull a capsule out of the bottle before emptying its contents into the drink.

When you return to him and hold out the glass, he raises an eyebrow.

"I don't know what passes for a treat where you're from, but water ain't it," he sneers.

"Just trust me. You'll like it," you reassure him. He gives you one more suspicious glance before taking the cup.

He gives the liquid a cautious sniff before imbibing - slowly at first, but once he realizes it doesn't taste weird, he downs the rest quickly.

"So what's supposed to happen to me? And if you say 'you get hydrated,' I'm going to push you off the bed."

"We wait a little while, and then you start feeling... special," you say evasively, climbing up to straddle his lap. "We can have some fun in the meantime, though."

You lean in to kiss along his jaw, which you know he's weak for, and then trail a few down his neck. He starts breathing harder as you go (you're always amazed by how easily he gets worked up), and his fingers start to wander your form again.

He tries lifting your shirt, but you knock his hand away. It slides underneath the fabric instead, trailing over your ribs, up your chest, back down to rub your thigh, and then around to squeeze your ass.

"Hm, you're not behaving very well," you mutter, nipping at his throat. He hisses, and his hands fall to his sides.

"Who says I can't touch you? You're mine anyway," he sulks, rolling his eyes.

You pull away from him and flick his ear, hard. He yelps, and one hand flies up to cover his ear, defending himself from further aggressions.

"I do, and I think you've earned yourself the cuffs," you say sternly.

"Come on - " he starts to whine.

"Here I am trying to spoil you, and what do I get in return? Attitude and unruliness. Shame on you," you scold, moving as if to dismount his lap. "I guess I'll just go back to my book, and you can take care of your own erections -"

"Dammit - wait," he huffs. He reaches for your arm, thinks better of it in the face of your withering stare, and curls his fingers into a fist instead. You watch his jaw work, clenching and unclenching, as he considers. "Fine," he grinds out.

"Fine what? Ask for it nicely," you command, and watch his face do the submissive thing again - he's so cute when he's being put in his place.

"Cuff me, please?" he breathes out in a rush, as if the indignity will sting less if he does it quickly. You lean back toward him, hand cupping the back of his head as you kiss him deeply in reward.

"Much better," you praise, planting a kiss on his forehead for good measure.

Then you get the cuffs from the dresser drawer - wide, leather, and fur-lined, they're well-made and comfortable. He'd brought them home to use on you, but as it turned out, they look much better on him.

You secure his hands to the headboard behind his back, and right about then, you notice that the drug seems to be taking effect.

He's suddenly flushed from the tips of his ears all the way down his neck, and he squirms pitifully against his new bonds.

"Oh, shit... fuck. What did you give me?" he asks with more than a little urgency. You grin, returning to straddle him.

"Just a little aphrodisiac," you respond innocently. "Why? Are things suddenly getting a little harder for you?"

You barely lower your weight into his lap. He sucks in a sharp gasp through his teeth and bucks, bouncing you slightly. You laugh, then lean against his chest, getting back to work on his neck.

As the first messy, open-mouthed kiss meets his skin, he tilts his head to give you better access, stifling a needy sound.

"Baring your throat to me? How submissive," you tease, nipping at his jaw. He groans, low and rough.

You seal your lips over his pulse and suck - he strains against his cuffs, and then bucks again as you lick him from collarbone to earlobe, where you bite down.

"T-touch me," he pleads, but not prettily enough.

"I am touching you," you argue, sinking your teeth into his shoulder.

"Please, I'm fucking throbbing," he whimpers, doing his utmost to grind against you, but you stay mostly out of reach.

"I don't know, you were so bratty earlier..." you muse. He thrashes against his restraints, but they hold him fast. You grip his chin, tilting his face up to look at you. You notice the beginnings of tears in his eyes.

"Shit, I'm sorry, please - "

Your lips crash into his, cutting his begging short. He kisses you back passionately, but otherwise he's putty in your hands. Your tongue dominates his as you swallow all the weak little sounds that rise from his throat. By the time you pull away, he's babbling, chanting please over and over, voice just a wrecked whisper.

"You crumble so easily," you mutter, moodily. "We need to work on your self-control."

Despite your icy words, you take pity on him, freeing him from his pants and his boxers before gracing him with a quick striptease. He moans feebly once you're finally bare.

Just as his desperate tears begin to spill over, you sink down on his length. A broken sob rips free of his chest at the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him.

"I like you like this," you purr, as you begin to bounce slowly in his lap. "We should do this more often, don't you think?"

He's too far gone to answer your question, you think, but you do get a hoarse, insensible response right before he comes:

"Yes, yes, god, fuck, yes, please..."

#listen I wasn't as mean to him as I could have been okay #rune writes fanfic #the price of flesh #derek goffard #tpof derek #kinktober 2022

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hulijingemperor2 · 1 year

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~~ a few nights back~~

Yanli: *snuggling* Zixuan.

Zixuan: *kisses* A-li.

Yanli: Ruhua is asleep.

(Ruhua is Xuanli's 1 month old baby)

Zixuan: excellent. *caresses her face* so what's up.

Yanli: oh you know what's up.

Zixuan: *blush*

You're really flirty tonight. Why? Are you jealous of Jiang cheng?

Yanli: no! Now come on, peacock. Say something naughty.

Zixuan: *flushed* uhhhh.......I don't know how.

Yanli: you got no rizz. Where's your rizz?

Zixuan: wait A-li. I won't disappoint. Ehem.

I, I like the taste of your lips.

Yanli: *giggles* ah, at least you tried.

Zixuan: did it impress you?

Yanli: of course it did. You're really cute.

*kisses*

Zixuan: wait a sec.

*pours some special tea*

Yanli: you can't leave the tea alone, Mr Emperor?

Zixuan: A-li it's not ordinary tea. I got it from a friend.

Yanli: (teasing) you have friends?.....I mean *laughing* from which friend?

Zixuan: Gongyi xiao. From the prosperous Huan Hua sect.

Yanli: ohhh. The one who looks like A-ling.

Zixuan: right!

He said that the tea would act as an aphrodisiac.

Yanli: what does this teen know about that?!!! I'm concerned.

Zixuan: maybe his elders told him.

He said that if I drink it and the fem energy is higher than the male energy then I can become pregnant.

Yanli: ahhhh.

Zixuan: wait wait, hold your horses. My energy is higher than yours.

Yanli: how are you so sure?

Zixuan: because I'm a cultivator and emperor. And you're my wife.

Yanli: *rolls eyes* that's your explanation?

Zixuan: yea?

Was it good?

Yanli: and you wonder why you get punched in the face.

Zixuan: A-li.

Yanli: quickly drink your concoction so we can continue.

Zixuan: right! *gulps it down*

Zixuan: *peacock feathers opens*

Yanli: WAWW!!! Come to Yanyan, you hot emperor!

Zixuan: of course. *winks*

Yanli: *blushing*

Zixuan: *pulls her into a desired papapa*

~~~

Recently~

In the morning.

Attendants: good morning, Huangdi.

Zixuan: *sigh* morning.

Jintang: what would you like for breakfast, huangdi?

Zixuan: the chefs haven't made it yet?! How dare they!!

Jintang: but Huangdi that's your order. You told us to ask you what you want to eat. And while they prepare it, you would lay in bed and relax.

Zixuan: ugh! You're right. Where's that Nie!

Jintang: maybe still sleeping, Huangdi.

Zixuan: how dare he sleep without my permission.

That's it! I'm selling him to team dimple.

Jintang: Huangdi. Forgive me for asking, but are you in a good mood today?

Zixuan: do I look like I'm in a good mood. I feel nauseous and gasy.

Jintang: oh my.

I'll get a physician right away.

But what would you like to eat?

Zixuan: the spiciest food item you can find. It better be spicy.

Jintang: I'll tell the chefs. And get the physicians.

Yanli: *coming in, with little Ruhua in her arms (they went on a walk)* what happened Zixuan?

Zixuan: A-Li Huaisang and my servants want to kill me.

Yanli: oh no.

Zixuan: but for some reason I feel cranky.

Huaisang: *entering* Huangdi, Huanghou.

Your tea.

Zixuan: *death stare*

Huaisang: *gulps* may I have permission to speak to you.

Zixuan: why are you asking? I heard your voice already.

Now why did you wake up late? Are you the emperor? Should I come and give you some tea~ Huangdi? Soon I will, ok. Just relax.

Do you want me to do a dance too. *wiggles* I'm I attractive?

Yanli: A-Xuan that's too savage.

Zixuan: so.

Huaisang: I'm sorry ok. I had to sweep the steps of jinlintai yesterday.

Zixuan: that has nothing to do with me. Anyways thanks for the tea.

Huaisang: and thank you for not selling me to team dimple.

Zixuan: I was this close! 👌 to selling your crusty behind.

Huaisang: (someone help)

Got to go start my chores.

Zixuan: you better.

You're already late.

Physician: greetings Huangdi.

How are you feeling.

Zixuan: nauseous, moody, and I feel like I'm allergic to ugly people.

Physician: ahaha. Let me give you a check up.

Zixuan: thanks.

You won't use needles right?

Physician: no Huangdi.

Yanli: *laughing*

Zixuan: A-li, don't laugh at me. *sobs*

Physician: *bows* congratulations Huangdi and Huanghou you're pregnant!!

Zixuan: Yanli?!!

Yanli: Zixuan?!!

Zixuan: you're pregnant again?

Yanli: no.

Zixuan: are you sure?!

Yanli: I would know if I'm pregnant Zixuan.

Zixuan: so what? I should know if I'm pregnant too?

Yanli: well that's expected.

Both: who's pregnant?!

Physician: Huangdi is.

And I think you might be having twins.

Zixuan: *screaming*

Yanli: awww.

Zixuan: *sniffles* A-li, what about my bikini body? My abs?!

Yanli: Xuanxuan, you'll be fine!

Zixuan: so I won't turn into a shriveled up prune?

The only prune I know is Jiang cheng. No offense. *cries*

Yanli: *trying to hold in her laughter*

Zixuan: speaking of Jiang cheng, where is he?! The audacity of abandoning me in such a time. It's not good for the babies.

Jintang: should I call him, your majesty?

Zixuan: no. Let him stay there. I'm upset with him.

Yanli: how is he supposed to know that you're pregnant, Xuanxuan?

Zixuan: instincts I guess. We have a good chemistry.

*dramatically* he certainly doesn't love his emperor.

Yanli: Xuan how to handle you.

Jing Manor 📍.

Mo xuanyu: *filing A-Yao's nails* Yao gege, do you know A-Qing and our Song'er like each other.

Yao: aww yes I do. Well only on Song'er's side.

Xue yang: lol Jiggy you knew already?!

Yao: yea, cuz he's my son. He tells me everything.

Xue yang: is this a plan to control the Jianghu. You two think that you can seduce everyone with your dimples.

Yao: *laughs* and it happened?

Xue yang: you're right.

Su she: Huangdi and Dianxia can't stop being gorgeous. It's a fact.

Mo xuanyu: I know right. Yao gege, tell Song'er that A-Qing likes him back.

Yao: no no. I don't want to interfere in anything.

Let everything fall into place naturally.

Mo xuanyu: mn, ok Yao gege.

Su she: they'll make an adorable couple.

I'm rooting for them.

Mo xuanyu: same. I love young love. It reminds me of my crush on Yao gege.

Xue yang: I know right.

Yao: and fortunately A-qing will get a very high status, being A-Song's gf.

Su she: ah, beautiful.

Well we have to teach her about the art of simping.

Xue yang: and some manners too.

Yao: lol that's not necessary. She's really decent and well mannered.

Mo xuanyu: we'll give her the team D touch up, Yao gege. Don't worry.

We work miracles.

Like look at Xichen. We're still working on him, but he's still presentable.

Su she: I don't think he can meet team dimple's standards.

Yao: what do you want him to do? *laughing* poor Huan.

Su she: to be eaten by xue yang's fierce corpses.

Mo xuanyu: maybe buy you a country.

Xue yang: to stop stressing out team D.

Yao: lol.

Xiying: *entering* your majesty.

Xuan Huangdi wants you to come check him.

Yao: ohh. Must be urgent.

I'll be there.

Peacock empire 📍

Yao and team d: *entering*

Attendants: greetings Hulijing Huangdi.

Jinling: xiao shushu!!! *hugs*

Yao: A-ling! My sweetheart. *kisses his forehead*

Jinling: did you bring anything for me, Xiao shushu?

Yao: of course. Here's 400 taels. Spend it wisely..

Jinling: you're the best!

Jinling: Mo shushu!

Mo xuanyu: A-ling! Of course I have something for you too.

Here you go.

Xue yang: this kid is uncle hopping.

Yao: as he should.

Jinling: those are MY uncles! It has nothing to do with you.

Yao: *strokes head* A-ling, don't quarrel.

Darling how's your A-Die?

Jinling: sometimes I don't know whats wrong with A-Die. Jiujiu says that A-Die is a diva.

Xue yang: that's right.

Su she: yea. Just like A-Yao.

Jintang: hulijing Huangdi, thank goodness you're here. I'll escort you to Huangdi.

Yao: sure.

Now what's wrong with him?

Jintang: he.....he's pregnant. With twins.

Yao: WHAT?!!!

Jinling: *almost collapses*

Su she: how?!!!

Mo xuanyu: awwwww.

Xue yang: Yanli got him pregnant. Ahahahahahahaha.

Huaisang: *entering, with something written on his forehead*

*crying* San geeeeee. Save me from that monstrosity.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege isn't a miracle worker. He can't save you from yourself

Su she: *laughing* xuanyu, that's rude.

Xue yang: *reading what's on Huaisang's forehead* STOP COMPLAINING.

Lol.

Yao: who did that to you?

Huaisang: Sang ge!!! Zixuan asked me to change his curtains in one of the sitting areas, and I said I did it two months ago. Why do i have to do it again.

Then he *cries* asked his attendants to do this to meeeeee.

Mo xuanyu: dude, you shouldn't chat back to your boss.

Yao: ohhhh poor you. Huaisang, please don't cause any trouble.

Huaisang: one time I sneezed in his presence and he sent me into quarantine *sobs*

Xue yang: because he can't afford to get sick. Especially when he's pregnant.

Yao: right.

Huaisang: Sang ge. I miss you.

Mo xuanyu: and team dimple?

Huaisang: no!

Yao: aww. But I like to see you work for Zish.

Huaisang: it's a nightmare.

Yao: *entering* Zishie.

Zixuan: *outstretched arms* Foxy.

Yao: *hugs*

Zixuan: you got the news right?

Yao: yea Zishie. And congratulations.

Zixuan: thanks. Keep hugging me.

Yao: I'm holding you.

Zixuan: A-Yao what to do?

Where to push them out.

Xue yang: through your Zishussy.

I mean...your royal Zishussy

Su she: *containing his laugh*

Zixuan: *terrified* m...my what?

Mo xuanyu: yangyang, don't scare him.

Zixuan: Yaoyao, will I still look fab?

Yao: of course. You're forever glamorous.

Zixuan: aww! *sobs* you make me so happy!

I want you to help me with the children ok?

Cuz you're an amazing uncle.

Yao: Zishie, of course I'll help you.

Lemme order some tea for you.

Someone, get him some green tea.

Zixuan: with a dash of lime. I want something sour.

Yao: ahah, sure.

With a dash lime please.

Jintang: yes, right away, Hulijing Huangdi.

Zixuan: A-Yao can you believe Jiang cheng.

He left his pregnant emperor husband

Yao: oh poor thing.

Su she: ugh, what do Jiang cheng do all day.

Mo xuanyu: my emperor brothers need him and he's nowhere to be seen.

Xue yang: should I kidnap him?

Zixuan: no. I don't want to see his face.

Yao: it's not good for the baby.

Zixuan: babies.

Yao: babies.

Zixuan: Foxy, can I hug you as a fox?

Yao: sure. *turns into a fox*

Zixuan: *snuggles*

Ah and thank you team dimple for supporting me as well.

Mo xuanyu: anytime Xuan gege!!

Su she: cuz you like my Huangdi.

Xue yang: do you need a hitman, peacock?

Zixuan: haha no.

Zixuan: *looking down at foxyao in his arms* Foxy, how's Song'er and his crush?

Yao: he's great! And I see sparks flying.

Zixuan: awww.

Jintang: here's your sour tea, Huangdi.

Zixuan: thank you. And don't make it sound like that.

Jintang: alright alright. Where's the hulijing Huangdi?

Zixuan: *shows him foxyao in his arms.

Jintang: ohhhh. How cute.

Yao: put me down, I want to turn back to my human form.

Zixuan: sure.

Yao: *turns back* Zish, I returned Zixun to Jinlintai, but under house arrest.

Zixuan: why? Isn't he your prisoner.

Yao: yea, and Song'er suggested that he work as well, like get firewood and other minor things

But I realised that his associates wanted to break him out.

Zixuan: the guy has associates?

Xue yang: but I killed them. Hehe.

Yao: they were sent by Madam Jin.

Zixuan: ooo, that makes sense. Why does A-niang want to release a criminal. Anyways.

Yao: I sent him back because Song'er was feeling unwell. And I didn't want a war or some kind of attack to happen.

Zixuan: that's smart. Protect Song'er and your empire ok.

Yao: mhm.

Zixuan: now A-Yao, tell me who would these children resemble?

Me, A-li or Jiang cheng?

Yao: obviously a mixture of you and Yanli.

But how did Jiang cheng get there? *laughing*

Zixuan: the Jiang genes, A-Yao. The Jiang genes are strong.

Jinling acts a lot like Jiang cheng.

And my little Ruhua looks a lot like me, but has A-li's eyes.

Yao: aww.

Yanli: *entering* speaking of Ruhua. Here she is!

Zixuan: aww. Huahua! *holds her* my baby Gongzhu. *kisses*

Yao: she's so adorable.

Zixuan: Huahua, your uncle Foxy says that you're adorable.

Ruhua: *smile*

Zixuan: *hands her to A-Yao* go to your uncle Foxy.

Yao: *holds her in his arms* Huahua. Baby. Little Gongzhu.

You'll be quite spoilt, won't you. *kisses*

Zixuan: so precious.

Yao: would you spend out all your A-Die's money?

Huh? Don't worry. Your uncle Yao will spoil you.

Ruhua: *takes his hat strings and puts in her mouth.*

Yao: oh Huahua, you want to eat my hat?

Yanli: *giggling*

Zixuan: awwww.

Our Huahua will certainly be spoilt.

Yao: definitely.

Zixuan: I think I have sort of a competition. A-li makes some beautiful children.

Yao: hmm.

Yanli: how are you feeling Xuanxuan?

Zixuan: a bit sleepy. But I'm fine.

Yanli: ohh. You should take a rest then.

Yao: right. *strokes Zixuan's forehead* take some rest.

I got to go.

Zixuan: bye Yaoyao.

Yao: and have some of your sour tea.

Zixuan: of course!

Sometimes, Yaoyao, I feel that you're the older brother.

Yao: because you need supervision at all times, baby Zixuan.

Zixuan: *gasps* Yaoyao. I'm not a baby.

You're the baby.

Keeps getting lost.

Yao: when did I get lost. *laughing*

Zixuan: I don't know, but you look like you get lost easily. And dimples attract kidnappers.

Yao: lol.

Do you think team dimple will let that happen.

#the huli jing emperor #dimpledlianfang #foxyao #mpreg #jin guangyao #jin zixuan #meng yao #part 2 #su she #the untamed #hulijing emperor 2

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apronapril · 1 year

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Chapter 2: No threat is a match to April! Oh, wait, maybe this one is!

I thought about it almost too hard. I had to come up with a good plan… it was for her own good, for the world’s own good. Right? I tried justifying my actions. So I started doing it… for April’s sake, I had to stop her somehow.

“MAAAAAAAY!!” We were walking through campus, when she yelled that loudly.

“What happened?”

“L-look!” She showed me a couple, kissing… no, it wasn’t just “kissing”, it was full on “making out”. The two boys didn’t seem to mind it. Well, April was a somewhat conservative, but it was different from usual. Let me explain. She was fine with all kinds of love and identities. What she didn’t like was, in her words, ‘filth’. She said it was unnatural (although it’s not) and that it should be stopped. It didn’t matter to her if it was two boys, two girls, a boy and a girl or whatever else: the fact they were horny mattered to her. Well, that was a case of a simple aphrodisiac spell I had cast early on. Nothing too crazy, they would keep it in their pants for a while, if they weren’t too bold. But for April, it was too much to kiss like that (as they were, more like eating each other’s tongue than kissing). She went there, waving her little arms, separating the two boys. Thankfully, they just yelled at her instead of calling the police — like it had happened before.

We kept going with our day, without a lot happening. But she had a troubled look on her face. In the cafeteria, I cast the same spell again, and another couple was getting a little… nastier? God, I didn’t feel happy about that, okay? But it was, in a way, my own nature. I loved seeing her get all red and mad. Still, what I wanted the most, was to show her she was just like them. But I couldn’t just use a spell on her… it had to come naturally. I would do it somehow. Just think, May… that time, she tried using her sword, which scared the hell out of the couple. She was happy, so… no, wait! May! That’s no good! Ugh…

So… should the enemy threaten her somehow? I know everything about April. It’s easy to infiltrate… but it’s not easy to be “the other one” if she wants me by her side. So, I sent a message to her, from a very awkward applepie profile I created. I chose a random ass name, Lya, and typed out something that I thought wasn’t that bad.

@lya69696969

April… you, who claim to be a saint, shall fall like every other human. I will not spare your soul, but I will expose it, so everyone can see clearly what you’re made of. You messed with the wrong thing, girl. You shall suffer the consequences, and will taste your own blood very soon. I will bewitch people around you, from the ones you don’t care about to the ones you love the most, and everyone will show how dirty they actually are. It will be unbearable, to the point you will have to surrender. And then, I win.

Was it too creepy? Too cringy? Would she buy it? Two minutes after I sent it, she came running to my room. I was in my so-called ‘dad shorts’ and a random rock T-shirt, no bra. One may say: why would that be important? Well, because I can hear her thoughts. She came to tell me about the new threat, but all I could hear was some kind of… gasping…? I didn’t think I looked that hot, although I had just showered and my hair was a little wet. But, as much as her little mouth was so against any kind of ‘unholiness’, her mind seemed to think otherwise. I hated that someone so easy to read could play pretend like that. Was she that unaware of herself? If I had questioned my methods before, I started believing them even more.

“May… I need to save the world from this demon!”

“Yeah, sure.” I was unamused, like always.

“Come on! Can’t you show more excitement?” Hmm… I could hype her up, but I was getting a little tired. I petted her head again. She thought something like ‘please touch me more, May’…

“Aren’t you scared, April? You’re just human, after all.”

“I have a passion, May… and I’m, like, the main character, right?” She looked at me with a dumb face. I mean, well, yeah, if it was a movie she would be in the title, but it would be something like… April & May or whatever.

“Don’t push it. I’m afraid you’ll get hurt, April.” We both sat down.

“May…” She looked at me with sweet eyes… how she changed… it was kind of annoying sometimes that she could be the stupidest and the prettiest girl ever. “You wouldn’t let that happen, right?”

“W-what?! Well, I’m telling you!! Give up on that.”

“But I can’t give up now… there’s someone after me.”

“M-maybe if you said, ‘I’m not against it anymore’, they wouldn’t mess with you, right?”

“May…”

“Yes?” She looked at me very seriously.

“Are you stupid?” Wow. Now, that was unfair. “You can’t deal with demons like that…! Besides… people will suffer if I don’t do anything.” She was right, kind of. I had dug my own grave. “You’ll be with me, right, May?” She intertwined our fingers… why did it feel like that? At times when my own thoughts seemed more like random scribbles, I could barely read her mind…

“I-I… don’t know, April. Seems like it’s your mission. I will be waiting for you to come back each day.”

“That’s enough, then. Because you’re my precious May.” I felt bad, for a moment. Should I confess? “But I also couldn’t bear if this person attacked you… what if they made you act weird, or say filthy things…” Never mind… I hate that. Come on! Someone who looks at my boobs all the time, should actually act like sex is evil?

“You’ll do something, right?” I wanted to tease her.

“I’ll fight it to the end, May.”

“Oh…” I wanted to be mean, but I couldn’t do it face to face.

“Because I love May so much, I can’t have her hurt by any means.”

“I appreciate that, April… I love you so much, too.” That was true, though. I loved her more than anything else. Somehow, we fell to our backs, still holding hands.

“When it all ends, and I defeat this person, and I bring peace to the world… I want you to do something for me.” We looked at each other, it felt so sweet. I wish things were secrets and surprises to me, but my own nature deceived me once again. Her words were clear in her little head: “stop being my friend and become my wife”.

I wanted to hear that from her own mouth, with her own voice… and it hurt, because now we were enemies. I didn’t stop to think before, that she would eventually know it was me, and that she could hate me. It didn’t matter how much I loved her, we were enemies now. I was stabbing her back, while she smiled at me. I was the worst.

“Well, I think I’m off to sleep… I need to be prepared for tomorrow.”

But, for some odd reason, I wanted to destroy that facade. Would that mean I would destroy our relationship? That I would destroy April herself? If I was smart, I would say, “hey, it was me. It was a silly joke, please ignore that.”, and come up with another way of having her to stop the magical girl thing. Still, I was me. So I went with it.

#Apron April #GL #Yuri #Girls' Love

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coldfanbou · 2 years

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Descent

Here is another Jihyo fic. The picture isn't related to the fic; I just really wanted to use it. I had a lot of fun writing this one. Another fic will be released later tonight.

Length 2.2K

Jihyo x M reader

Jihyo was the only one left; You had taken control of the other twice members, fucked each one into submission. Now here she was, kneeling in front of you, “I’ll do anything, just give them back to me, give me them all back. Use me instead.” As she looked up, she saw the youngest members of her group pleasuring you; Tzuyu had your cock in her mouth, bobbing her head slowly, enjoying it as it came and went from her mouth. Dahyun and Chaeyoung were sucking on your balls; occasionally, they would lick the sides of your shaft.

“I’m cumming; you all better make sure not a drop falls to the ground. Remember to share”

“Yes, Daddy! Thank you for your cum” Tzuyu bobs her head a few more times, holding your head in her mouth as you cum. Once you’re done, Tzuyu moves to kiss Dahyun and Chaeyoung, sharing the cum in her mouth with them. Each one savoring the small portion they got. Nayeon, Momo, and Mina eventually rise from the bed into view of Jihyo, Their naked bodies covered in sweat. They ignore Jihyo; instead, they reach for your chest. You turn to kiss Nayeon. Her eyes are still half-lidded as she recovers from the pounding she took a few minutes before Jihyo had arrived.

“No fair, I want to kiss Daddy too.” Momo and Mina say simultaneously. You turn to them, grabbing Mina’s head so you can force your tongue down her throat. “Daddy, what about me?” Momo says, pouting. You let go of Mina so that you could kiss Momo, her lips soft like marshmallows.

“Why don’t you ladies go play with yourself in the other room? Jihyo and I have something to discuss. Don’t forget to take Jeongyeon and Sana with you.” The girls get up to leave, having to carry an unconscious Jeongyeon and Sana, both of them covered in sweat and cum. As they close the door, you say to Jihyo, “Now that we’re alone, we can talk freely.”

“I want you to give them back,” Jihyo says with a fire in her eyes.

“I don’t think I will; you have to offer me something in return, you know?”

Jihyo grimaces, “You can have me; leave them alone, and you can have me.”

“I think you need to prove that you’re worth all of them, wouldn’t you say?”

“Fine.” She gets up, stripping away all her clothes, revealing her large breasts, toned stomach, shaved pussy, and beautiful long legs

“Before we start, why don’t you have a drink? It’ll get you in the mood”. You offer Jihyo a glass of aphrodisiac-laced wine. It was a unique concoction of yours meant to bring all of a person’s sexual desires to the forefront. She takes it from you, downing it all, putting it down on the nearby table. A purple haze falls over her eyes. “Now, let’s start.” You walk around her, marveling at her body; when you get behind her, you spank her. A moan escapes her mouth; she looks surprised that a simple slap is enough to make her moan. The haze in her eyes clears. You spank her again, trying to elicit another moan from her. She refuses to let another one escape her. You grab one of her tits, kneading it slowly. Jihyo’s back arches, and you run your free hand down her midsection, eventually reaching her already wet pussy. Your fingers go inside Jihyo, just enough where she coos from the pleasure. You take your fingers out of her bringing them to her face, “Look at you, Jihyo, you’re already so wet.” You separate your fingers, her juices running down them. “Here, I’ll let you have a taste” placing your fingers in Jihyo’s mouth, she starts sucking on them. Her tongue is trying to get every drop from between your fingers. The hazy look in her eyes begins to return. As you pull them out of her mouth, she whimpers. You ask her, “Do you want more Jihyo?”

“Yes, Da-sir” She caught herself about to call you daddy. Jihyo’s mind was already beginning to break, her armor breaking down. She had heard Nayeon, Momo, and Mina call you daddy. Now here she was, about to say the same thing.

Your fingers return to her pussy, and they inch deeper inside, “What was that, Jihyo? It sounded like you were going to call me something else.”

“It’s nothing,” she says; you force your fingers in deeper, and your other hand starts to play with her nipple.

“Come on, be honest with yourself, Jihyo.” planting kisses on her neck, you whisper to her, “There’s no shame in calling me that” You kiss behind her ear. “Now, what did you mean to say, Jihyo?”

Another piece of her armor breaks, and her eyes go completely hazy. “I want to taste myself again, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl” you bring your fingers to her face, and she sucks on them again. Once she’s had enough, you move to take a seat at the edge of the bed. “It’s your turn to make me feel good, Jihyo. Crawl to me.” Jihyo doesn’t argue; she gets on all four and crawls to you. She purposely shakes her ass as she moves. Jihyo finally gets to you and instinctually grabs your cock. She slaps herself with it before smiling. You don’t need to tell her what to do; she’s already started stroking your cock, her soft hand slowly moving from the base to the head.

Jihyo grabs your balls with the other. Raising your cock up, she licks her way to the tip before planting a kiss on it. She kisses down both sides of your shaft; as she gets back to the head, she finally takes you into her mouth. Saliva begins to coat your cock as she slowly bobs her head. Her tongue wraps around your cock. She outlines the head when she only has your head in her mouth. Jihyo looks up at you, her eyes asking if it feels good. You pat her head. “That’s right, baby, suck daddy’s cock.” Jihyo starts to bob her head faster, her hand stroking whatever part of your cock she doesn’t take into her mouth. Your cock begins to pulse in her mouth, “I’m about to cum; drink it all, Jihyo.” You place your hand on the back of her head and shove her forward. You stare at Jihyo; her eyes grow clear, and she can recognize what she’s doing; she tries to pull back, but you keep her head in place. You cum, unleashing wave after wave of it, flooding her throat. As your cum hits her tongue, you see the haze return to her eyes. Jihyo returns to being your plaything, another piece of her armor gone. You let go of her head. Jihyo keeps you in her mouth, her tongue cleaning its way up your cock.

As she lets the head leave her mouth with a pop, Jihyo asks, “Did I do a good job, Daddy?” She opens her mouth so you can see that she drank it all

“You did great, Jihyo.” You help her up, “Why don’t you get on the bed? It’s time to get serious.” Jihyo sits down on the edge of the bed and lays back. You spread her legs. Her pussy was drenched, and her juices had been running down her thighs. You line yourself up with her before you take the plunge; you rub the head of your cock against her folds, teasing her.

“Daddy, stop teasing me. I want your cock in me.”

“Alright, baby” You ready yourself and push the head in, slowly parting Jihyo's walls. Jihyo moans as she feels you come inside her. You continue going deeper, eventually not being able to go any farther. As you start to pull out, you feel Jihyo’s pussy, trying to keep you in, becoming tighter. You begin thrusting at a moderate pace; you lean forward to kiss Jihyo, and she meets you halfway. As you lock lips, your tongue explores Jihyo’s mouth. As you continue to fuck Jihyo, you place your hand on her lower abdomen; the pressure applied makes her feel tighter and gives her more pleasure as your cock hits new spots.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum” Jihyo says with a whimper.

“Cum for me, Jihyo.” Jihyo’s pussy squirts her juices all over her as she cums. You don’t stop thrusting into her; you continue relentlessly pounding her.

“Daddy, it feels so good! I love your cock! Please cum in my little pussy!” She screams out; the continued pleasure is destroying her.

“I’m gonna cum Jihyo.”

“Yes, Daddy cum in me!” At that moment, you snap your fingers, and the haze lifts. Jihyo realizes what’s going on. This is her final moment before she falls under your spell; you want to see her break entirely. Jihyo feels the rush of pleasure; her moans don’t stop. She’s on the verge of cumming again. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” She was overly sensitive right now; she was going to cum at any second. You stop moving, though. She lifts her head to look at you “what are you doing? I was about to cum.”

“Tell me what you want, Jihyo” She’s confused at your statement.

“I want to cum; I want your cock to fucking cum inside me. I want it; I need it.”

“What about your friends? I’ll give you an option right now; I make you cum, or you go and take your friends home.” She’s shocked at this. “So what will it be?”

She stares at you; her voice is shaky. She grabs your arms. “I-I want you to make me cum; I want to be your cum dumpster. Please, I need you, Daddy.” You had done it. You broke Jihyo.

“That’s what I wanted to hear, baby” You caress her face; she nuzzles into your hand. You start to move again, Jihyo immediately letting out moans. You drag her closer to you, then lift her legs and push them past her head. You thrust into Jihyo’s pussy with renewed force. You lean into Jihyo, her legs going farther back. You kiss her and tell her you’re going to cum.

“Daddy, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

“I’m cumming too, Jihyo” You impale Jihyo with your cock as you start cumming.

“That’s right, Daddy, give me all of your cum! Make me your woman!” Jihyo ends up squirting all over herself. As you pull out of Jihyo, she giggles, “Thank you, Daddy. Let me clean your cock for you.” Jihyo rolls around on the bed until her head hangs off the edge; she’s upside down. “Use me like this, Daddy.” You help yourself and slide your cock down Jihyo’s throat; it’s warm and tight. Jihyo starts to hum to make it more pleasurable for you. You thrust into Jihyo’s throat for a couple of minutes until you begin to feel yourself about to cum.

“Jihyo, I’m going to cum down your throat” She nods, happy to be used. You hold yourself down her throat as you cum. It starts to overflow. Jihyo tried to drink as much as she could, but it was too much for her. You pull out of her throat, and a final few spurts of cum hit Jihyo’s face.

“Daddy, I want more cum” Jihyo whines.

“Alright, alright, get off the bed and bend over.” Jihyo does as she’s told; as she bends over the bed, you see that her pussy is still leaking your cum from earlier. You aim your cock straight towards her ass.

Pressing the head against her asshole, Jihyo whines, “Daddy, that's not the right hole. I want you to cum in my pussy again.”

“Jihyo, I need to get all your holes; your body is only for me.” without another word, you push into Jihyo’s asshole.

“Daddy, it hurts!”

“Don’t worry; it’ll feel really good soon.” You take your time slowly pushing more of your cock into her ass. To jumpstart the process of making her feel good, you reach around for her clit, and start rubbing it, causing her to moan. Now that Jihyo was starting to feel comfortable, you began thrusting into her ass. Each passing thrust coated her ass in a mixture of saliva, cum, and Jihyo’s juices, making it easier to go faster.

Jihyo moans, “Daddy, this feels so good; you’re stretching me out” She starts pushing her ass back into your hips every time you thrust. “Oh, fuck Daddy, I’m gonna cum again.” Her body shudders as juices start spraying out from her pussy. You pay it no mind and keep pounding away at her ass. As you reach your orgasm, Jihyo yells, "Daddy cum inside my ass!” You thrust in one more time and fill her ass with ropes of cum. As you pulled out, your cum rushed out of Jihyo’s stretched asshole.

You decide to lay on the bed, and Jihyo straddles you again, “Let me call in your friends so they can see you.” You do just that; as the other members of Twice come into the room, they see Jihyo riding you.

“Hey, No fair. Why do you get to have private time with Daddy?” Nayeon yells out.

“Because I’m his special cum dump, I was made just for his cock, made to carry his seed in me” You cum inside Jihyo again, her back arches, and there’s a smile across her face. “I was made to be fucked by his cock.”

#twice smut #kpop smut #male reader #jihyo smut

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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The Brothers + Diavolo Making You Flustered

Request: Hi!hi! The aphrodisiac writing was absolutely *chefs kiss*. I have this habit of when I get embarrassed/flustered I immediately bury my face into the surface in front of me. Like if I’m sitting on the floor I’ll lean over and bury my face on the carpet, sitting at a table I’ll lean over and plant my face on the surface etc. How do you think the brothers (+diavolo if that’s okay) would react to seeing MC do that for the first time when they make them flustered? You’re so talented by the way! ily!

Word Count: 1K each

A/N: I hope you like this!! It was a bit difficult since i didn't want to make everything the same, but yeah!!

Lucifer:

His sleeves are rolled up, flour coating the tips of his fingers and dusting across his apron, and the smell of garlic and onion fills the room. It smells lovely, it smells like a home. You stand beside Lucifer, watching as the water boils, bubbles fizzling out and steam rising. A box of noodles is held in your hands, your eyes peering over to where the bread is held in his hands. Your tongue peeks between your lips- it’s a soft pink, tinged with blue from candy and for a moment, he forgets himself, wanting to taste the candy that rests on your tongue, wishing that he were your lips to feel the gentle caress of your tongue.

“Remind me what we’re making again?” You ask, sniffing at the pot, only to scrunch your nose at the scent. “And why it’s us making it?”

“A Devildom dish,” he responds, giving a side glance. “It’s similar enough to a human cousine, so you needn’t worry about it being anything unsavory.” He turns to you, his smile almost teasing. “And we’re making it because it’s our turn on cooking duty.”

“If you wanted to spend time with me, you could always ask.” While your words are true, he tries to hold his composure, not wanting to reveal that you had hit the nail on its head. “You don’t have to assign us both to cooking duty. It’s pretty sneaky for you, dear Lucifer.” Your hand pats at his back and he promptly turns away from you

Walking away from you, he starts the timer on the oven, the preheat button lights up as the oven begins to glow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I drew our names on a complete random.” He turns to you, his smile making you unable to see what he’s really thinking. “Do you not wish to spend time with me?” he asks cooly, walking towards you. Despite the flour on his hands that dusts over his face, and the apron wrapped around him, he still holds an aura of confidence and authority that makes you break away from his gaze first.

“You’re absolutely awful,” you mutter, giving him a grin to let him know that it was a playful insult.

“And yet, you’re still here,” he coos, his grin wicked and cool at the same time. “I must not be totally awful if you still wish to spend time with me.” You groan, shaking your head with a smile on your lips and he turns to hide his more giddy smile, smiling calmly when the oven beeps. The preheat session is done. He opens the oven, a wave of hot air making him knit his brows together for a moment. “There’s no need to be ashamed of being so fond of me. I am Pride, it’s only natural that you would gravitate towards me.” He grabs the rack of bread, carefully slipping it inside the oven and closing the door.

“Well you’re a lot more than Pride to me.” His eyes widen and he turns to you, his body facing towards the oven with his head half-turned. “You’re Lucifer. You’re someone close to me and well, I actually am glad that we got to spend time together. I would love to hear you admit that you simply wanted to spend time with me, but-” you shrug- “you’ve got that stubborn pride that I can’t help but adore.” You turn to him, a cheeky smile on your face that matches the light in your eyes.

It’s silent between the two of you. It’s comforting, one that is welcomed and isn’t making either of you awkward. He watches as you carefully stir the pot, your index skimming under the words of the cookbook. Your brows furrow as you carefully read over the direction, careful to not add the wrong ingredient or wrong measurement. You’re methodical, carefully going about everything, and in the kitchen with Lucifer, he can’t help but smile at you, his smile soft and eyes crinkled as he watches you carefully.

“I know I haven’t told you this enough- or perhaps before-” silverware clinks together as he reaches over from a baking brush, his eyes never leaving yours- “but I’m actually quite proud of you.” He tears his gaze away from you, his smile widening and his chest puffing. “You have this knack about you that makes it so easy for others to fall for you, that I have to admit that even I have fallen victim to you.” The baguettes are painted over with a mixture of garlic and spices, his words never stopping or falling to hesitation as he speaks. “You’re-” he sighs, not knowing how to put what he wants to say into words- “I’ve been Lucifer for such a long time, living and holding power, but I must say, when I’m around you, I feel more me than I ever had in my entire existence.” He turns his body to you, his hands open and knuckles brushing over your cheek, a thin line of white left against your face. “I’m glad that I’ve gotten to meet you.”

His eyes widen, his words finally registering to his ears. He looks up, eyes meeting the stone wall before he turns to you, his mouth agape and hands still holding a baguette, and the baking brush. The garlic and onion sizzle on the stove, the yellow glow of the kitchen and the buzzing sounds of the outside do everything to fill the room, not a single ounce of silence is graced to either of you.

“You can’t just say stuff like that!” You say in a hurried tone, your face hot enough that you can feel sweat start to bead. “It’s- It’s-” you can’t find the proper words, it isn’t embarrassing but it isn’t something that you hear everyday- “Ah!” You decided, burying your face further into the table, your hands cushioning the blow.

His hand claps over your back, slowly rubbing between your shoulder blades in an attempt to soothe you over. “I would have thought you would have enjoyed hearing the truth,” he teases lightly. “Was I wrong about that assumption?” he presses, his elbow nudging against your shoulder where you still lay with your head rested in your hands.

You peer upwards, your face slowly revealed to show a flushed color that makes his chest puff with pride, his smile . “You wanna know why I know that you wanted to spend time with me?” Lucifer raises his brows in confusion. “I hadn’t written down my name yet.” His smile twitches away for a moment. “You called it before I could even write my name down.” You smile at him, your smile gentle. “I still have the paper in my pocket. You really like me, huh Lucifer?”

Mammon:

Textbooks are left open, pencils and pens sprawled over the coffee table as you and Mammon rest on the couch. He talks vividly, and as he’s excited to tell you stories of his past, his mouth works faster, skipping over details and returning to them moments later. Your hands are wrapped tight around his bicep, your face hidden as you try to stifle your laughter. He can feel your hands tighten, the way that you cling to him and even try to push yourself closer to him. “So that was when I decided to just grab all the things I could carry and just book it!” Mammon exclaims, clapping his hands together and extending his right arm forward. “You should’ve seen how angry those witches were, but hell, they deserved it for thinking they could pull one over on me.” He turns to you, his grin wicked, slowly widening as he leans back cautiously to not let you move away from him. “Fuckers should’ve known to not touch my stuff.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head and leaning onto him. His smile twitches for a second, softening into a gentler smile, watching as you turn your face into his arm, trying to stifle your laughter. It’s loud, infectious and it’s something that reminds him of a spring day that he once spent in the Human Realm. He isn’t sure how to explain it- something about it that screams life and youth, something that sounds so unapologetically like you, that it makes him breathless. When you start to pull away, he lets his grin widen, eager to look at you again.

He’s so close to you, your hand within arm’s reach that if he really wanted to, he could just take it in his. His mouth goes dry, his tongue too invasive in his own mouth and he watches as you adjust your hair, his eyes fixated on how your hair slips through your fingers. There are words stuck in his throat, but no matter what he thinks of to say, he isn’t sure what he should say. He’s at a loss, wondering what would be the perfect way to bring back the mood, to continue the conversation without it being forced, but in all honesty, he’s fine, just sitting here with you. He’s more than fine with just staring at you.

“Hey, Mammon?” He jolts at his name being said, a shock running through his spine. He nods his head, swallowing what little saliva is in his mouth. “I really like hearing your stories, you know?” You smile softly at the book in your hands. He watches you with unblinking eyes, wondering what it is that you’re getting at. “I really just like listening to your voice. I know you were stuck with me at first-” internally he flinches, he doesn’t like to reminisce when you were first put under his charge- “but I’m glad that it was you.” He is left breathless, his muscles tense as you look at him, a smile stretching past your lips and gracing your lips. You look at him for a moment, your eyes darting to where his hand is clenched tightly and you nod to yourself, turning your attention back to the book.

You’re facing away from him, your fingertips tracing over the edge of a page as you try to focus on the words but he can tell from the pout on your lips that you aren’t registering anything from the book. What should he say? What can he say? He knows he has to say something. He knows that he should match your energy or at least attempt to but he can’t. There are so many things he wants to tell you, and they all seem so disorganized. You’re pretty. You’re nice to him and you always let him sneak into your bedroom late at night. You rely on him and as much as you need him, he needs you more. You have such a soft touch that it leaves him tingling all over as if some ghost were the one responsible for it. He lets out a slow breath, his lips parted slightly as he breathes out. “You know,” he says quietly, his fingers twitching and moving to clutch at the end of your shirt, “you got a real nice laugh. It’s nice to spend time with you, ya know?” Once he’s started talking, he’s unable to quiet himself, unable to register the things that he’s saying to you. “I like hanging out with other demons and all, but there’s something about you that I like more. It’s like with you-” his hand waves in the air, eyes glancing around your room- “I get to just feel safe. I get to relax and know that I can count on you. And I want you to know that no matter what, I’ll always be on your side. Forever and ever.” Mammon turns his head, his smile stretched wide and hand going to cover yours. “You turned me into a sap, ya know?’”

The moment is tender as he smiles down at you, only to slowly realize the weight of his words as you stop in your movements, your fingers letting the page fall back to the others, words lost upon themselves as your shoulders rise. His eyes widen and his lips thin. Heat creeps upwards from his chest and scorches its way to mar his features, his face turning into a darker shade as he flushes. His mouth goes dry, unable to produce any type of saliva as he sits beside you. Slowly, his mouth parts, and he’s unable to find the words to deny what he just said, but before he can, you curl in on yourself, burying your way into your hands, your hands spread and fingers parting to cover as much of your face as it can.

“I-” he coughs loudly into the rook of his elbow. You can tell that he wants to resort to his usual denial of feelings but he stops himself before he can even reach the middle of his sentence. “Listen, just because you-” you can feel his eyes on you- “will ya look up at me? I’m not gonna tear your head off or anything, I just don’t want you getting a bigger head than you already have.” You slowly turn to him, watching as he tries to avoid your gaze. “Let’s just go get a bite to eat. We can’t study on empty stomachs or whatever.” He rises quickly, his hand held out to you as he keeps his attention out on the door. “Come on, I’ll pay for ya and everything.”

Your lips thin and you look at his hand. You inhale a sharp breath of air, slowly letting it go. His face is still flushed, a deep color that burns against his skin. “Like a date?” You ask, hoping to see more of his reactions. He stiffens at your question, his brows furrowing to meet each other. He stammers out a response, clearly flustered. You lay your hand on his and he immediately quiets down. You smile at yourself, your heart skipping a beat as you realize that it was you who brought him to such a state. Slowly, his hand curls with yours and he gives a brief nod of his head.

Leviathan:

Leviathan sits alone in his room, a blanket pooled around his lower half, his eyes have begun to burn, tinged with red from lack of sleep as bright colors flash across his pale face. An empty bowl save for kernels that rest at the bottom of the bowl, his fingertips tinged with red and he can feel his mouth heavy with acid and past snacks.

His hands tap against his controller, his fingers already reaching toward a button before he can even register what he should press. His mind is on autopilot, reaching and stiffening when an enemy nears and even so, his character is still killed. He lets out a frustrated groan, careful to throw his controller towards his pillows and not the walls- he can’t risk losing yet another controller; least of all having to patch a hole- or in his case, covering it with a poster. His hands are thrown into the air, fingers outstretched before they are curled into a fist. He arches his back forward, the heels of his hands cushioning his eyes. He tears up slightly, wincing at the sudden realization of burning pain that lingers in his eyes. Slowly, he pulls away just in time to hear his door creak open.

“Password,” he says with a lack of conviction, turning slightly to watch as you enter with a bag in your hand. He raises his brows, his arm stretching outward as he blindly searches for his controller. “What do you have there?” He jerks his chin, returning his attention to the game in front of him.

The light clicks on- something bright that fills the room in a soft blue that stretches around him. He winces at the sudden light, the controller dropped onto his lap as he rubs his eyes vigorously. If it weren’t obvious enough that he kept himself secluded in his room, it was obvious from the way that he rubbed at his eyes, and had to blink multiple times before he could finally look at you without shielding his eyes. You end him a wicked smile that slowly grows until you reveal your teeth, the bag in your hand held slightly tighter. In response, he sticks his tongue out at you, his cheeks tinted with a pale shade of pink.

“I’m surprised it’s taken you so long to defeat the boss,” you say, walking towards the bathtub where he sits. You sit in front of the porcelain, your gaze fixated on a television system that he has set up for a more immersive gameplay experience. When you are met with a lack of response, you turn your head to see him with narrowed eyes. “What? No witty remark?” Once more, you’re met with silence. “Levi?”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “I- Fuck, you know?” This time, he’s met with silence. “First, I can’t get the concert tickets, then I can’t even get the new figure and now, I can’t even defeat this stupid game.” His cheeks fill with air, and he slowly lets the breath go past his lips. “And the concert was going to have passes to meet them behind the stage and the figure was signed and-” his character dies once more and the controller is tossed pitifully onto the pillow. He leans over the tub, his arms crossed under his chin, and his eyes on you. “My luck isn’t usually so bad, you know?”

You pat the floor beside you, your hand meeting the cold tile. “Come on, sit beside me,” you comment, shuffling over a few inches to give him even more space. With a huff, he rises out of the tub, small bits of crumbs falling onto the porcelain. He sits beside you, his arm brushing against yours but neither of you make an effort to move.

“I’m sitting, now what?” He asks, the television blurry as it replays his death with the words “Game Over” in bold letters.

“Well, Levi-” you hand him the bag, with fingers pinched over the handles- “since you’re having such rotten luck, why don’t you open the bag?”

He gives you a narrowed stare, slowly retrieving the bag from you and pulling out the pastel colored tissue paper. At the bottom of the bag sits a box, the words of a favorite anime of his stamped beside with the usual font. His heart skips a beat, as he slowly clasps his hand around the box, his fingers pushing against the plastic and he gaps, reality crashing onto him like a wave.

“It’s-” he doesn’t even finish saying the sentence, your nod is an answer to everything. “The figure that I wanted- I- How?” He asks, looking at the box, so worried that if he were to take his eyes away, the box would vanish.

“Ah, ah-” you wag your finger in the air- “that is a story for another time, my dear Leviathan.” You sound so smug and a smile is already evident in your words.

He bounces in his seat, his legs shaking rapidly, knees softly knocking against each other as he lets his excitement show. His hands flap eagerly, his smile wide and eyes closed. A sharp breath is sucked between his teeth, as he stares at you with bright eyes. You’re startled, your shoulders raising a few centimeters into the air with wide eyes as you stare at him. A nervous smile stretches across your face with him so close to you and looking at you with such eager eyes. If you were to be honest with yourself, you’re a bit flustered with how he looks at you. Your heart races and it beats against your chest, rattling at your ribs and echoing against your body. You nod rapidly, gulping what little moisture you have in your mouth when he grabs your hands tightly in him.

He shouts your name, enthusiasm laced into his word, his hands pulling yours close to his chest. “Ah! You’re the absolute best!” His smile is so wide that it’s almost comical, leaving you smiling both in response to and because of him. “I’m so glad that you’re here! Of course, you’d be my Henry!” He drops your hands and pulls you in for a hug, squeezing tightly around you, his head nuzzled into the curve of your neck. “I don’t know what I would do without you, but I’m just glad that you’re the one that’s with me!” He pulls away, his hands now holding onto your biceps. Deep breaths exhale through him, his chest rising and dipping rhythmically. He calls your name and it’s sweet like honey on his tongue. “You really are the best. I mean,” his tone becomes softer, his smile less eager and more true, “you do so much for me. I couldn't ever imagine my life without you. You mean so much to me.”

“Levi,” you mumble, and when his hands fall from you and return to hold the box, you pull the bag towards your face, hiding away from him. Your neck grows hot, scorching your skin and making you breathless. “I’m glad that you like it,” you manage to squeak out, the bag further pressed towards you.

A few seconds pass until he finally realizes why you’ve pulled the bag to your face. Leviathan stiffens, clearing his throat and turning away, his hand covering his lower half of the face. The figurine sits beside him with a delicate smile plastered on their face. With the air so light and heavy, he reached into the tub, eager to pull out the controller. With a meek cough, he fumbles with the controller, passing it over to you, with his eyes still glued on the figurine. “Would you like a turn? Maybe you’re better than me.” He can feel his chest tighten when his fingertips brush against yours and the hundredth time, the game tune plays in the room.

Satan:

Satan’s eyes narrow unconsciously as he reads over the same page for the tenth time. No matter what, he is unable to focus on the words, the letters and lines meshing into one that nothing fully registers past the first word of the page. If he were to be honest with himself, nothing has registered since the last few pages that he’s read. With a huff, he closes the book, a small gust of air blowing at the hair that rests over his forehead. The book rests on the table beside him, nudging against the lamp that makes the room flicker for a brief moment.

The room is filled with sound, the hum of the air conditioner unit, the distant sounds of footsteps and talk across the house, the demonic animals that roam around outside. He’s sure that if he were to focus, he’d even hear the scratching of a pen. Scratch that- he can now that he thought about it. All the sounds make his skin crawl, uncomfortable and itchy and as he drags his nails across his arm, he’s only offered a second of relief before the feeling returns. He leans against the chair, his neck arched over the back of it, as he lets his eyes flutter to a close, the bright light of the library barely shining through his closed eyelids. It’s not like to be so distracted- especially when it comes to a favorite pastime of his. And yet, his mind is distracted, wandering to images of you where you were talking to others that weren’t him. He isn’t the jealous type- at least, not when he compares himself to his brother, but it seems that you brought out something different for him.

His leg twitches and there’s a burning sensation on his arm that he chooses to ignore. It only intensifies when he hears footsteps approaching. The sensation spreads and becomes sharper, insatiable as it burrows itself in the demon. There is a presence standing beside him and he already knows that it’s you. He can tell by the steps, by the breathing, by your scent. He frowns at the thought. He doesn’t know if it’s romantic or not to know such small details about you.

Something clicks- your knee, perhaps- and your hand rests above his slender one, cupping and still, there are gaps where his skin is unfortunate enough to not to be touched by you. “Satan?” You call out to him in a quiet voice- not quite a whisper but not your usual volume either. “Are you asleep?”

“Is it you wondering or someone else?” He responds, slowly opening his eyes and turning his head, meeting the top of yours. “Is there something that you need?” He makes no effort to move, stuck in his position as he is content just sitting on a chair with your hand over his.

“It’s me,” you answer him, turning your head to meet his eyes. His lips slowly turn into a smile with his eyes slowly growing heavy. “You don’t normally sleep in the library without cause. You okay?” Your hand slips from his and his eyes widen his hand closing into a fist, already missing your touch. But, he is soon reconnected with your hand as it rests on his forehead. You soon look down at him with pursed lips. “I- uh, I can’t tell if you have a fever or not.”

He smiles at you and sits up straight, holding in a moan when his back is already sore, feeling the muscles whine as they had already grown taut. “No- No I just, I have quite a few things on my mind, is all.” He gingerly goes to grab your hand in his, uncaring that your eyes are on him and that the door is open for anyone to walk in and see Wrath so tender. “I’m sorry that I worried you.”

Your hand in his is turned, pulled slightly away but not enough to be taken away from his grasp. You walk from the side of the chair to stand in front of him, and when you meet his eyes, you nod down, gesturing to his lap. He smiles softly, nodding his head and leaning back, humming under his breath when you situate yourself on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder.

��You’re oddly touchy today,” he comments, his hand curved on your lap as the one he held is moved to behind his neck, your fingertips barely touching his collarbone. “Did I do something to deserve this?”

You give a half-hearted hum, and in the corner of his eye, he can tell that you have closed your eyes. “Think of it as a way to make you feel better.” You give him a play tap and he nods, his eyes staring straight ahead, lost against the colorful spines of the books. “So what does have you so worked up?”

Is now his chance? Is he now able to tell you the full extent of his feelings? He has you sitting on his lap, comforting him in a way that few people would ever dare to. There's feelings there, bubbling and forming on both ends and he knows that it’s both ends. It’s you that is on his mind. Filtering in when you shouldn’t, invading every space of his that he has until he’s completely overwhelmed. It’s a strong feeling, something that rivals his own wrath and for the first time, he welcomes it- he doesn’t put up a fight against it. He wants to feel whatever it is that you make him feel. He wants the intensity of it until he’s exhausted, until the wrath that has been boiling inside of him ever since he can remember, can finally evaporate, can finally be extinguished.

You call his name once more and he looks at you, his smile tight and eyes closed for a moment. “How do I tell you that I care for you in a way that says exactly what I’m trying to say without scaring you off?” His eyes close and his hand turns over on your thigh, palm open and empty. “How do I tell you that you’re the thing on my mind? That it’s you that is reducing me into a mess at the simple thought of you.” He turns his head enough, shrugging his shoulder to make sure that you’re looking back at him, your chest still and the hand that you had relaxed, is slowly crawling over to his open one. “The thought of you warps into this- this jealous demon that isn’t exactly something I’m fond of. I you to myself and yet, that I want you to myself and that the thought of you with anyone else, makes me more of wrath than I have ever been.” Your hand closes above his and he nods slowly, clasping his hand over yours. “It’s you, and it’ll always be you.”

With a jolt, his words finally register to him. He turns to face you, but you’re buried into his shoulder, your hand holding tightly onto his, as if he were your lifeline and the one over his shoulder is grasping at his sweater, bunching the knit fabric into a mess. Your heart beats over the sound of the room, the hum of the electricity erased, the steps and chatter muffled under you. He smiles softly, a slow chuckle taking over, until he’s laughing widely, his chest shaking and vibrating under you with every laugh. You moan his name and he can only say the first letters of an apology before his laughter takes over.

“Really, really- I’m not laughing at you,” he says through an attempt at laughter. “I just forgot how different you are. How you always seem to change depending on your mood.” He feels a harsh pat against him, your head shaking as you press further into him. “Please, never change,” he says with a laugh at the end, his head turning, his lips meeting against the side of yours in a quick press.

Asmodeus:

He’s flawless. He has to be. Or, maybe he’s just naturally like that. You are not the best when it comes to reading Asmodeus- too enthralled by him that you can’t seemingly tell when he’s told a joke or not that pertains to his beauty. Very little of it matters to you- you may appreciate that he is quite gorgeous, but you’ve also gotten to know the demon that embodies Lust.

Perhaps it’s because he knows who he is, that he is Lust, that he has to appear the best at all times. He can never make a mistake or it’ll be all that’s talked about- he knows as well as anyone else how easily a reputation can be damaged. However, when he looks at you, he doesn’t have to worry about that. He still wants to look his best for you, but he knows that if he were to slip, you wouldn’t see him any differently than how others see him.

You sleep beside him, nestled under his covers, the blanket pulled a little bit past your lips. Your hair is askew, small strands that stick up or curl around your face. Slowly, he takes a slender finger and softens the hair back to you, smiling when you try to lean into his touch. Your eyes flutter open, and you turn before he can see you, yawning and stretching your arms upwards, the cover crumpling above you. You lie still for a few more seconds and he sits upwards, daring to peek at your face. As if already knowing that he was going to watch you, you run a hand through your hair in an attempt to make yourself look more refined, to fix your appearance before him. You rub your eyes with a knuckle, turning to him and opening your mouth only to have a yawn cut through.

“Did you have a good nap?” Asmodeus asks, watching as you stretch your limbs, your muscles pulled taut as you let out a whine of satisfaction. You nod in response to him. “I’m glad. You know, I do have to tell you that you were right. I try not to ruin my sleep schedule but that nap felt simply divine. I think I feel more rested than I usually do.”

You smile at him, turning over to rest your head on his chest. His hand immediately comes to curve over the back of your head. “I like sleeping with you. You have such a soft bed and you always give such nice hugs.” He laughs in response, his hand lowering to hold near your shoulder. “It’s true. Devildom is still-” you take a brief pause- “different. And somehow, when I’m with you, all my worries are just-” you blow out a gentle puff of air- “gone.”

“I’m here for whenever you need me. All you have to do is just call,” he comments, his hand running past the sleeve of your shirt, his index and middle fingers touching against your warm skin. “I think it’s almost time for dinner. Would you like to accompany me? I’d be more than happy to take you to that little restaurant we found the other day.”

The edge of your sleeve is toyed with, pinched between the fingers and released. His hand returns to where it lay only to be disturbed when you rise, causing his hand to rest beside him. You give him a blinding smile that makes his heart flutter as he looks at you. “I’d be more than happy to, but I would like to get ready before we go out.” He raises a brow at you, tilting his head to encourage you to continue. “I want to look my best for you.” You lean forward and he smiles, fully ready for a kiss, only to have you pull away and kiss his shoulder. He frowns, his lips pushing towards a pout as he looks at you.

“Not even a kiss?” He asks, a tease of playfulness loosely attached to his words. “I have to say that I’m hurt.” He watches as you move, curling your legs underneath you as you watch him with a hint of smile on your face. “After all that I do for you, and yet, you have the gall to deny me a simple kiss?” he lets out a huff, not trying to hide the smile that graces his features and you. “You should be ashamed of yourself. There are demons who would kiss my steps to even look at me.”

“Asmo,” you call to him and he quiets, looking at you with expectant eyes. Despite him being the demon who can be considered one of the strongest- and is- you’re still the one who holds all the power in the relationship. He nods, encouraging you to continue. “Why do you want to go out with me?”

He can’t help the smile that forms, that twists the already playful one into something more bitter. It’s a question that he asked himself the first time he realized his feelings towards you. He could have it all and you’re just a human with minimal magical abilities. He’s met countless lifeforms who were and are beautiful, their beauty forever imprinted and never seeming to age. But, he still chooses you. And he’s content with that. He’s more than happy that he’s with you.

His thumb traces over your bottom lip, his eyes focused on your cupid’s bow. “You know, there are times when I look at you and I wonder if you see yourself the way that I see you.” He knows what to say, it all comes so natural to him when he compliments you. “Your scars and blemishes, the stretch marks around your tummy and how they pale and wrap around you. The little moles that you have are kissed along your sides and cheeks.” His thumb moves down and now his hand holds yours. “I have to be perfect- I have to be loved and admired, but then I see you and I think to myself how as long as I’m loved by you, that’s enough. You really have changed me in a way I never saw myself. Beauty means everything to me- or at least it did. But now I have you, and I have to admit, that I prefer you over anything else in the world.” He leans forward and lets his lips press against the corners of yours. “I want to go out with you, because to me, you’re the best that there will ever be.”

It all happens in a flash, seeing your face darken, feeling the hand slowly shake and then your face is hidden by the covers. He can hear you whine his name, and when his hand touches between your shoulder blades, his nimble fingers reaching above the collar of your shirt and touching your neck, he can feel how hot it is. He laughs as his arms reach around you and pull you close to him, giggling and accepting your odd human behavior.

Beelzebub:

Detention is quiet, save for the ticking of the clock, but other than that it’s silent. The room is occupied by a total of three people- you, Beelzebub, and the unfortunate professor that is stuck to watch over the two of you who scrolls through their D.D.D. while music plays loudly every now and then. You suspect they are on an app similar to one from the Human Realm, complete with word play and aesthetic from Devildom.

You turn over to Beelzebub, quirking your brows when you see him scribbling over a paper with a pen. You peer over, sitting straighter to get a closer look only to find him mindlessly doodling, similar drawings cover the paper in blue ink. As if feeling your stare, he turns to you with slightly wide eyes before relaxing them, sending you a smile and raising his paper, to show you his work. You return the smile, pleased at his cute antics and his boyish smile. You send him a thumbs up, before the professor coughs, catching the attention from the two of you.

They stand up, their tail curling around their leg and with a yawn, they expose their teeth. Their phone is stuffed into their pocket as they slowly walk to the front of the desk. “I’ll be back. I expect the two of you to still be here. You both have an hour left.” With that, they walk to the door, the heels of their shoes clicking, the door creaking before it finally closes leaving you and Beelzebub alone in a room.

Immediately, you turn to Beelzebub, your chair squeaking as you shift it hastily. “Beel,” you say excitedly, patting your hands on your thighs. He answers with a hum, tilting his head to the side to show that he is listening to you. “You have power over the professors, don't you?” You see the corner of his lip twitch upwards. “I mean you're the Avatar of Gluttony, can’t you just get us both out of here?”

The pen is set down and he leans back on his chair, his legs sliding underneath the desk until they are stretched to their full length. He turns to you, his smile lazy and eyes half-lidded. “I don’t feel like getting in trouble anymore than I already have.” His smile is crooked, teeth barely glimpsing from behind his lips.

“But we’re already in trouble,” you try to argue, pushing forward. “Please?” You lean forward, holding onto his bicep, with a pout on your lips. “If I use the pact powers, I’ll probably be the only one in trouble.”

He snickers, crossing his arms and lowering his head to side his smile. “We have an hour.” He looks up at you, a hand coming to cover yours. “Just sit and wait, okay? I’ll treat you out later.” You stick your tongue out at him and he laughs, pulling away from your touch and turning his own chair to face you, his hand resting over the desk, pulling on the tip of the pen until it is pulled underneath his hand. “What makes you want to go home so early anyways?”

“Why don’t you wanna go home?” You shoot back, your arm bent above the desk, with your chin resting on the palm of your hand. He shrugs in response, his attention back to the paper as he starts to bounce the pen between his index finger and thumb. “What are you drawing, anyways?” it doesn’t go unnoticed that he stiffens at your question, his lips pulling into a thin line as his leg starts to bounce. “It’s the same image, right? Like the same character that you’re drawing?” You lean closer, watching as he bounces the pen faster in his hand.

“It’s- It’s for art class,” he responds, clearing his throat. His hands grab at the paper and for a moment you think he’s about to crumble the paper, but instead he slips it between a notebook, careful to not let an edge slip out before it’s stuffed into his bag. “We have to draw-” he hesitates, squirming under your attention- “a thing.”

“I thought sports took care of your electives?” He sucks in a breath through his teeth, turning his attention to the board smeared with chalky remains. “Oh? Are you lying to me?” Your hand flutters to your heart, your voice faux hurt as your slump over in your seat. “Beelzebub, I’m actually hurt. Here I thought we were close and yet-”

“I’m drawing you,” he says, effectively making you stop in your theatrics. You turn to him, your mouth parted. “I wanted to draw you and give it to you as a gift but I can’t get your smile right.”

“Well that didn’t take much probing,” you mutter, scooting your chair closer to him, the toe of your shoe nudging against his backpack.

“I don’t like lying to you,” he states, his body becoming still and eyes returning to where you sit so close to him. Close enough where he can smell your cream. “I just didn’t want you to find out.”

There’s silence between the both of you, your lips pursed as you nod. “My smile?” He nods. “It should be simple, shouldn’t it?” Just a curve and some smaller curves for the lips and boom, you’re done.” You grab his backpack, holding it in your hands, the opening pointed towards him.

“No,” he says with a frown, pulling the same notebook out and slipping out the paper. Upon closer inspection, the images of what appears to be you are roughly scribbled. They aren’t the best but the thought of him drawing something for you and being nervous about you finding out makes the drawing much sweeter. “You have a nice smile. It’s like- like,” you look up at him to see his brows furrowed. “I don’t know how to explain it. Your smile is nice. It’s a lot more than nice. When you smile at me, it’s just nice. I like seeing you happy. You smiling at me makes me feel special and I don’t want to half-ass some drawing of you. I want to make it special because you’re special to me. Your smile makes me feel warm, like I’m being hugged and everytime you smile, it always reaches your eyes and when your eyes crinkle, it’s like you’re just looking at me and that makes me feel so-” he takes a deep sigh and releases it slowly- “so safe.” His words come to a soft close, his face a warm shade of red. He lets out a nervous chuckle. “That sounds dumb, doesn’t it?” When he looks at you, you’ve curled into a ball in your seat, your face buried into his backpack. He calls your name frantically, his hands on your shoulders, only to pull away when you let out a high-pitched whine. “Did I offend you?” His name is muffled between the fabric. “Yeah?”

“You’re really sweet,” you moan pitifully, clutching the bag tighter, hoping that it effectively hides your burning face. “I think I’ll actually die from what you just said.” Your heart beats in your chest, the sweet confession echoing in your ears and when you smile, you can only hide it, not wanting him to see the wide grin that is now plastered across your face. “I’ll take any drawing that you give me.” You hold your hand out, ready to receive the unfinished work, not yet lifting your head.

His hand covers your outstretched one. “Maybe if I can see your smile right now, I’d be able to get it right,” he teases slightly. Your only response is shaking your head, giggling through the fabric as you feebly try to shake his hand away. He laughs widely, holding your hand tighter as he urges for you to look upward at him.

Belphegor:

The room is quiet, no footsteps that echo from above, no noise that travels from the stairs into the room that was once Belphegor’s prison. Beside him, you lay curled on your side, resting against him, your hand playing with a drawstring of his hoodie, playing with the frayed ends at your fingertips.

“I thought being around you would make me sleepy,” you murmur, an ill-placed yawn ruining the validity of your statement.

Even where he lays, he knows that you’re pouting, with your brows knitted together. “It seems that I am already making you quite tired. You only lasted how long?” He’d make a show of checking his nonexistent watch, but he rather not, already too comfortable in his current position to risk moving. You blow a raspberry in response and he lets out a giggle, his hand that is placed underneath you is bent to hold a strand of your hair in between his fingers. “Come on, be nice now. I can also make you unbelievably tired but unable to sleep.”

“You’re so cruel Belphegor,” you say in a whisper, your hand finally still from playing with his drawstring. “You’d take away my sleep for a simple noise? How juvenile,” you tease, nuzzling further into his side, humming when his fingers part through your hair and scratch lightly at your scalp. “Here I am, whisked away from my homework to come and nap beside you. And what do I get in return? Teasing.” The last word slowly drifted off into a simple breath of air that was tickled against his side.

It really hadn’t taken you so long to fall under his own sleeping spell. A part of him is a bit bitter, wanting to spend more time with you where the both of you were conscious and could actually talk, while the other part of him, is simply glad that you’re resting beside him, that you’ve taken time out of your day to lay next to him.

“It’s not like you don’t deserve it,” he says through a smile, twisting your hair around his index. “I mean, out of all the reactions I can get, yours is possibly the best of them.”

“Thank you,” you say, sounding a bit more like a question. “You know, I’m glad that you invited me up here. I haven't been getting the best sleep as of late.”

“You can always come to me,” he’s quick to say, eager so evident in his voice that he’s drowning in it. He wants to be near you, he wants to be with you.

“I don't want to bother you,” you confess with a faint voice.

“You could never bother me.” It’s the truth. He’d crawl to you if it meant even a fraction of your attention would be given to him. He’d do what he could just to hear your voice. You’d never be a bother to him. You’d be his saving grace. It’s silent for a moment, one where he can hear the house come alive under him and feel your breath with even more vigor than before, feeling each and every pause, every gust of air a kiss against his skin that makes him yearn for more. He calls your name, and it’s thick on his tongue- foreign and light, and yet it sounds like he’s said it countless times before, as if he knew the name by heart. You hum in response and he takes a deep breath.

His finger twirls around a small piece of your hair, letting the hair curl around his finger before he releases it, only to do the same thing once more. “I’m always surprised that you let me get so close,” he says in a quiet voice, careful to not ruin the moment but a part of him knows that it might have been ruined already when it alludes to him. He can feel your eyes on him, watching him carefully as your lips part. “I know that I’m not exactly a knight in shining armor or anything and uh-” he lets the strad of your hair go, watching it bounce in freedom- “I just want you to know that I appreciate that you even let me touch you. I really like you, you know? I think you’re a much better person than I’ll ever be.” His lips stretch into a bittersweet smile that soon falls into a frown, twisting his features into something more somber. You say his name and it makes his breath hitch, a hiccup in his throat as his name fills the momentary silence. “I mean it. I think that’s why I- why you mean so much to me. I could never be like you. I can only admire you from afar and want you for myself.” He lets out a breathless puff of air that has humor etched into it. “I just wanted you to know that you mean a lot more to me than I’ll ever be able to put into words.”

With every continuation of his words, you felt your body respond to him. Your stomach twists with butterflies causing a storm inside of you, your chest tight and the sweet relief of air has escaped your lungs, and you’re hot, heat flush against your face and creeping from your chest and upward. You wonder if he could hear every change in your breathing, in your heart that beats, in just you.

He looks at you through half closed eyes and for once, you don’t think that it’s sleep that’s causing his soft smile and tender eyes. You stiffen, your muscles going rigid under his stare. The pillow is cool under your face as you stay hidden from him, gripping at the edges and turning away from his gaze, unable to keep as tight face as a smile creeps across your face.

He laughs as you lower your head, hiding your face from his after the tender words that were shared. “Come on, was it that easy to make you flustered?” He teases, the bed dipping as he moves. His hand tugs on the pillow that is held tightly in your grasp. “Oh come on, just look up,” he whines, weakly tugging at the pillow. “Seriously, you’re so dramatic and for no reason. It shouldn’t be news to you that I like you.” His smile is clear in his voice, light and full of kittenish behavior. “If you don’t pay attention to me, I’m going to continue, you know.” His grin widens when you finally peek at him, and he can’t help but laugh.

Diavolo:

There is chatter in the room, accompanied by the heels of shoes that click against the tiled floor. The room is lit in an orange glow that makes the atmosphere of the room seem almost dream-like. You tug wine glass, pulling it closer to you, careful to not let a drop spill over and stain the pristine white tablecloth. You glance around the room, watching people chat amongst themselves, their own eyes glued to their partners.

You look at the prince before you who takes a sip from his glass, his tongue peeking to wipe at the taste on his lips. “Diavolo?” The glass is set down and he looks at you with slightly widened eyes. “When I said I wanted to go out for dinner, I was fine with just some Akudonalds or ya know-” you glance once more around the room, your gaze focused on the silverware set carefully in front of you- “anything.

“This is anything,” he says, his smile cool and hands resting above the table. “We hardly go out and when we do, the others tend to accompany us. While I enjoy their company, I’d also like to just enjoy yours. So I thought, since this is a rare occasion, we’d make the best of it.” He leans close to you, and you know that there is no malice or hidden intention with him. He is honest, able to tell you what he wants without finding it necessary to hide himself. “If you are uncomfortable with such a restaurant, we can always go somewhere else, next time.”

“It’s not that, it’s just-” you clear your throat, leaning against the table, lowering your voice- “I’ve never been to such a high-end place. I don’t want you to overspend because of me. I’m fine just going somewhere low-key.”

He laughs, shaking his head and his fingers drum against the table. I’m a prince. There’s no such thing as overspending and even if there were, I don’t mind it if it’s you that I’m doting on.” You nod slowly, your fingers running at the edge of the fork handle. “Really, there is no need to worry. I’m just happy that you agreed to join me on this outing.”

You do your best to not shake your legs, mindful of the wine beside you. “‘M glad I was able to join you as well. I- I like spending time with you.” You smile sweetly at him, a hint of nerves tracing against your smile. “I just have to admit that I was taken aback when you invited me out. I know you mentioned how it’s always us with the others, but I don’t know-” you fingers find themselves tracing around the base of the glass- “I guess I always figured you liked me because I was able to get you out of work since you know, I am part of your work. I never would have assumed that you actually wanted to spend time with me.”

For a moment, it’s silent, a brief moment that couldn't even be considered silent, just a short pause but it's enough for him. “May I admit something to you?” Diavolo asks, his hands fiddling with the napkin beside himself. You nod, leaning forward, urging him to continue. “I was always fascinated with humans. I loved humans- they were these beings who had free will and they all lived different lives but in the end they shared the same fate.” He chuckles softly and his hand goes to the stem of the wine glass. “It’s the same for demons, of course. Any life can be taken and for the most part, they have free will, but I think I love humans. Or at least I thought I did.” He looks up at you, his smile faltering for a moment as he struggles to keep it up. “But I think rather than love, I hold admiration for their humanity. For their tenacity, and kindness; their love and warmth that they have with each other. And when I look at you-” his hand leaves the glass and is left open towards you- “I’m reminded of how beautiful humans can be.” His smile turns bitter for a moment, falling and he makes no attempt to keep up the facade. “I’m reminded just how fragile they are. I need you to know that I admire humanity, but I think I love you. I love how you do your best to help those around you, how you adapt to your environment, and just how easily you can make others fall for you.” He lets out a short laugh through his nose. “If I have to be honest, I think I’m also jealous of you. I wish I were the only one who could have the opportunity to fall for you.” His hand is still held out towards you, vacant without yours.

Throughout his monologue your body has been on fire, pooling in your stomach and against your back. You stare at his empty hand, trying to will yourself to hold it but the most that you can do is lay your head on the table, silverware clicking together and a dull thud heard. You want to let out a whine but you’re sure you’ve already called attention to yourself and- oh dear. What will people think of when they see Lord Diavolo with a human who has planted their face against a table. Your thoughts race, clouding your mind as the silence in the room is deafening, echoing in your ears as you rest with your face down.

“Is this a human custom?” Diavolo asks, his voice full of genuine wonderment. “Should I also be doing it?”

“Dia,” you mumble, your body slowly squeezing against itself in order to make yourself smaller. “You can’t confess so nonchalant,” you say in a hushed whisper, wanting to let out any type of noise that is slowly building up inside of you. “It’s- It’s too much for me,” you whine, slowly raising your head to peer at him.

“Well, I am a prince- a demon one at that. I suppose you can say that there are different customs for us as well.” His smile is jovial, and he reaches across the table, his hand open and this time you take it. Unable to look him in the eye, you resort to watching as his hand slowly threads to intertwine himself with you. “I must say, if that’s the response I were to get, I might as well continue it. I rather liked whatever it was that you did.” He’s so honest, looking at you with a wide grin that shows his pointed teeth and you can’t help but bury your face once more, grinning when you hear him let out a small laugh, his hand closing around yours.

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THAT POST ABOUT OVERSTIM MADE ME REALIZE HOW MUCH I WANT TO DESTROY CHILDE HELP. CAN U WRITE SMTH WHERE HIS S/O USUALLY BOTTOMS BUT WANTS TO TRY TOPPING HIM AND HE JUST KEEPS TRYING TO FLUSTER HER AND TEASE HER AND SHE GETS SO ANNOYED THAT SHE JUST FUCKS HIM STUPID 💕💕

— ☆ Wrecking T*rtaglia headcanons

Includes: Childe

[ Top ] Female reader

Contains: Overstimulation, bratty sub, mind break, sub space, aphrodisiacs, anal gaping, dacryphilia, degradation, size kink, slapping, choking, cock-stepping, humiliation, rough sex, stomach bulge, multiple orgasms, masochism + sadism.

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons - Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe 🐑 [ GN ]

[ masterlist ]

Welcome to the "Bully T*rtaglia" club, we are currently taking applications (u‿ฺu✿ฺ). My original draft was sweet but then my computer crashed and I lost everything. So I'm going to channel all my anger into destroying this man (consensually, I promise the ending is soft.).

— ☆ Childe

When you bring up the idea of you topping him, he doesn't take you seriously but he's open to it. While he thinks it's cute that you want to try new things, he's so much bigger than you, and being on top is actually a lot of work compared to being a pillow princess. Are you sure you can handle it?

One of the big issues that came up during your first times was Childe's competitive nature and how fast his recovery time was. He could have came three times and then suddenly flip you on your back and fuck your brains out instead.

Even when he had the patience to be the sub, he would constantly taunt you and be an insufferable brat. Constantly disrespecting you and trying to fluster you. Always reaching down to finger fuck you even when he was stuffed full.

So the next time you brought him a drink, you decided to add something extra. Sitting patiently as he thanked you and downed the entire cup. It only took a few minutes before he began to squirm in his seat.

Childe's face was slowly growing redder and redder, soft pants breaking through the quiet office, his eyes darting to you before settling on the ground. It was amusing seeing him be so quiet rather than running his mouth off every minute. It's only when you start to walk over him in feign concern does he break out of his haze.

Stumbling over himself as he makes wild hand gestures to stop you but as soon as you round his desk, you see his cock straining against his pants, and the embarrassment flood Childe's face. Trying to laugh it off, you're just so pretty he can't help himself, but he's quickly cut off when you prop yourself up onto his desk and step on his cock.

"W-Wait-" Childe groans as his hips buck into your shoe as he grinds against it. Clutching the hand rests of his chair as he leans his head against your knee, soft keens slipping out as you run your fingers through his matted hair as he humps against you. He makes a confused noise when you suddenly tip his chin up, smile sweetly at him, before he's sprawled on the ground as you slap him.

"When did I say you could touch me?" you shot him a cruel look that sent shudders up his spine but also made his cock throb. Whatever you fed him was slowly making him lose his senses until there was just you, you, you. He whines, still on his back, when you take a seat in his chair and dig your shoe onto his dick, randomly applying pressure here and there, his pre-cum wetting his pants as he yelps at the pain. His hands flying up to lift your foot away but he catches himself as chooses to claw his fingers into the wooden flooring instead as he reaches his peak. It's so empowering seeing the man who used to fuck you stupid, whimper and cry as he cums in his pants just from you stepping on his dick.

"P-Please...ah! mm...wha?" Childe looks down confused to see that even after just orgasming, his cock is still hard. His body is so hot that if he doesn't cum again, he feels like he's going to die. He's tries to lift himself onto his elbows and unbutton his pants before you kick him in the chest and send him back down. He's disorientated from the fall when he feels you sit on his chest, cupping his face in your hands to lift him, before slamming his head down. You're almost ripping his hair out with every yank and slap you abuse him with as he yelps like a dog.

"You filthy whore. Did I say you could cum? You ungrateful brat," you spit out as Childe wails in pain, almost knocking you off when he seizes up and shakes. You don't even need to check to know he came again, "Maybe I should gag you and throw you onto the streets. Let everyone here know how much of a pig you are. Is that it what you want?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" his voice is choked up from his tears as he cries over himself. You almost feel bad but he's basically useless in this state, sniffling over himself as he apologizes over and over again. You softly coo at him as you lean over and kiss him sweetly, taking his arms and placing them on your waist as he grips onto you like a lifeline.

"There there Childe. It's alright now, we're going to teach you how to be a good boy. That's what you want right?" you whisper to him as he nods. You pull yourself up even as he grips onto your clothing to stay with him as you unclasp the buttons of his pants and free his cock. Still red and hard in your hands as if he hadn't already orgasmed twice in the span of a few minutes. He's already so wet with pre-come that you don't even need to find lube to jack him off. Ignoring his moans and screams to stop, he's still sensitive, you take him to the hilt in your mouth. Quickly pinning his hips from jerking upwards and choking you, you're the image of content as you swallow around his cock as Childe throws his head back and sobs as he cums down your throat.

“Pl-please, please, mmn- put it in me, please…” he manages to pant you, his mind melted as his eyes blink in and out of consciousness. His body is still burning hot and he can't escape the feeling of being empty. He wants to be filled with your cock, stuffed fill until he can't live without being fucked by you. You've completely ruined him.

"It seems we still have a long way to go. You really are a disappointment Childe," you sigh as you wipe away the stray cum dripping from your mouth as you reach over and feed it to him. He whines low in the throat at tasteing himself but feeling you touch him in some way is the only thing grounding him before you pull away and stand up, "Go on. Finger yourself open for me."

"W-Wha?"

"Childe. I said. Finger yourself open. I won't repeat myself again."

He quickly nods, not ready to disobey you again, as he lifts himself up to get his pants fully off. He knows what you want and it makes the fire in him burn hotter. Using his own pre-come with shaky hands, he reaches over to hold his legs up for you, and circles around his rim before dipping inside. The embarrassment of holding himself open like this and your watchful gaze almost has him cumming again but he can't. He wants to be good. He does his best to spread himself open at this awkward angle but he soon loses himself. He should feel ashamed for getting off on someone watching him but it makes him finger himself deeper and harder. He's taken out of his pleasurable moment when he feels your hand join his. Taking one hand as you spread his ass to see his loose hole. The pre-cum from his cock slowly leaking down. You're absentmindedly lacing your fingers inside him, before pulling both your hands out as you line your strap on to his rim. He didn't even notice you put it on.

"Did you know I had to fake every orgasm because you were such a sloppy fuck? Perhaps I should show you how to fuck someone properly," is the only warning he gets before you grip his hips until your fingernails draw blood, before slamming into him. He throws his head back and chokes on his screams as his cock shoots cum all over his chest.

"Who said you could come?" you spit out as you grip his cock and squeeze harshly as he screams. The overstimulation is too much, it hurts. He's desperately trying to push you away but whatever strength he built is lost. Only able to lay there and take it. He looks down to see his stomach bulge with every thrust you make, the image of you rearranging his insides sends him flying as he tries to cum again but the death grip you have on him, he just can't. He's full-on sobbing as you continue to abuse his prostate, he's going to break, you're breaking him.

"nO! P-PLEASE! STO-" he begging as you continue to pound into him. You push even further, until your cock fully inside him now, and stay there rubbing right up against his prostate. Watching amused as Childe tries to shudder to the large intrusion, the never-ending pressure on his sensitive spots makes him almost feral. You swear he has hearts in his eyes right now.

"Pleasepleaseplease-"

You pull out slowly, just until the tip is inside him, before gripping his wrists as leverage and ruthless slamming into him. Childe parts his hips in a voiceless cry as you finally break his mind and fuck him dumb. He scrambles against the floor as he tries to find anything to ground him, trying to fuck himself back on your cock as he drools all over the floor. His vision leaves him as all his senses focused on the harsh drag of your cock in him, the wet slapping noise that fills the room, and the tears that slip from his eyes down to the floor. His cock throbs with each thrust you force into his body, thighs jerking, as his tongue lolls out.

"Oh!--mh, m-more!" Childe babbles deliriously, he's being reduced to nothing but a warm hole for you to fill whenever you feel like it. Reduced from a harbinger to a whore for you to use. He feels the breath get punched out of his lungs as his abdomen stretches and burns. His hole clenching around your dick that you have to forcefully yank him down to stuff him, "Hahh, you're tearing me o-open."

"You disgusting whore. Can you feel it?" you mock as you take one hand to spread his ass apart, you see his hole is red and puffy, pre-cum from his semi-hard cock leaking down where you're both connected. He shudders that you've fucked him so bad that his hole is gaping. It's when you reach over and clasp both of your hands around his neck and squeeze that he comes crashing down. Wheezing at the lack of oxygen that makes him see white, he feels so warm and content, mind filled with bliss, as he cums. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into him as his cock finally softens as he relaxes and drifts off into space before slowly losing consciousness.

--- You slowly blink awake to soft kisses being placed on your neck, Childe's lazy form cuddled up to you as you stroke his hair. He's always so clingy the morning after. "Are you feeling alright? I was a bit mean wasn't I?" you ask a bit embarrassed as memories of last night flood your mind. You know you both agreed on what your limits were but you couldn't help but feel a bit worried you may have pushed him too far. Childe props himself on his elbow to smile dumbly at you, you were perfect.

"It was alright I suppose," he chuckles when you lightly punch him in the chest, "I didn't think you would try and drug me like that. You know I could get you arrested for that. " "Ha! Good luck finding someone that will fulfill your perverted fantasies. Besides you're the one that wanted to experiment with them and don't phrase it like that either," you shake your head at him before leaning up to kiss him. When you pull away you take notice of all the bruises and marks you left on him. There's a small part of you that purrs at the claim you made but you quickly shoo it away. It's too early for that. If your back is hurting you have no idea how Childe is faring. "Here, let me get you some water and let me see your head," you offer, pulling yourself up before Childe's arm wraps around you and pulls you down to lay beside him. Placing his weight on top of you so you can't squirm away, even as you swat at his back he smothers you until you give up.

"Stay with me."

"Hah...alright. Just for a bit."

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