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sinfullyrosey · 10 months

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Pushing Your Buttons

Lilia Vanrouge X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Oral, Semi-Public, Misuse of Magic

Got like three people in my inbox asking for more General Lilia, but I don’t do requests and this fic has been sitting unfinished for months now. So, no general fae, but current papa bat using phantom magic to mess with his favorite little, magicless human.~

I just realized I have written a male reader, gn reader, and now fem reader for this old fart. The triangle of smut is complete.

Also, I apologize in advance for my terrible text speech skills. I personally don’t type like that normally and struggle to do so for fic purposes.

You were slowly going insane. Absolutely bonkers. Throw you in a padded cell and lock away the key levels of mad. Couldn’t even concentrate on the simple tasks given to you by that aggravating crow without your mind immediately buzzing from the searing hot sensation between your nether regions.

Simply ignoring it had become impossible by this point. It has been nearly an hour now since it all started and nearly an hour have you suffered at the hands of that old bat. Running all over campus, delivering papers and whatnot, all the while your pussy is being played with like some handheld controller!

Another whine slipped past your clenched teeth once more as a particular spike of pleasure shot through you and made your stomach twist even tighter. You faltered, almost tripping on nothing along the pathway, and decided to stop and steady yourself as those fingers worked at your wet folds.

You heaved a shaky sigh and began to rummage through your school bag for your phone. Pulling it out, your knees buckling when you felt yourself growing wetter, the feeling of something dripping causing you to panic. So far you had been good to keep yourself together and, surprisingly, the fingers had been rather merciful, only occasionally grazing along your slit or palming at your mounds for only a few seconds.

But now they had just gotten bolder and more persistent, lingering longer against your folds, spreading your lips and pressing around your entrance. Sharpened nails playfully raking along your thighs or pinching your skin. At one point they even groped at the spot where your thighs and butt cheeks meet and suddenly squeezed them, making you yelp and startle the hallway full of confused students.

Thankfully, you were in a more secluded place on campus right now, free from the leering eyes of male students as they watched you slowly fall apart.

With trembling hands, you tapped on your messaging app to type up a response to the culprit behind your cruel torment.

‘Lilia plz knock it off’

You waited patiently for a reply. With some relief, you felt the hands temporarily release themselves from you, presumably to type a response back. A break that was short lived, however, as the moment your phone dinged from the incoming reply, you once again felt the hands begin to rub at you. This time, much rougher, and with purpose.

‘Now, why ever would I do that little one? The fun part has just begun.~’

As soon as you finished reading his text, you suddenly let out a pitched moan when you felt his thumb gently press down on your previously neglected clit. Your walls tightened as he rolled the sensitive nub in circles, fingers spreading your pussy open to play with the folds as your whole body shook.

You could definitely feel yourself dripping now, clear slick running down your thighs and soaking the top part of your thigh highs socks. You clutched the helm of your skirt, trying to pull it down and cover more of your front in embarrassment. You were really hating that he had removed your panties earlier on when he first started to tease you. Being so exposed an unable to keep from soaking yourself in your own mess was making everything so much worse.

You typed frantically the best you could while trying to ignore the sensation of his skilled fingers

‘U and ur stupid magic fantom hand thingys are drivin me crazy!!1’

You could only muffle your squeals and moans the best you could, looking around to make sure you were still alone as you stumbled over to somewhere with a bit more privacy. With the insistent prodding and palming of your pussy, you could only find a bench to sit down on to prevent yourself from falling and hurting yourself.

‘Oh, I just love to push your buttons dear! And this little one of yours is my absolute favorite to push and play with! So small. So cute. Just like you!~’

You let out a needy whine as he playfully pinched the puffy bud between his fingers, gently tweaking it and making your body tense up from the delicious sensation.

‘And it elicits such adorable sounds from you too.~’

Your legs trembled and shook as you spread them out more, giving him better access to your needy hole that was just dripping in anticipation for him. Two of his fingers easily slipped past your entrance, pumping themselves inside you at a leisurely pace. Waves of euphoria were crashing down onto you as your vision grew hazy from the pleasure.

The wooden bench was stained from your juices as you continued to leak from where you sat. you clutched onto the bench ends the more that coil twisted and tightened under his ministries. You were panting and moaning as his fingers found that special, spongey spot in you and began to abuse it with each pump.

All your previous responsibilities were long forgotten as Lilia fingered you with his magickly-produced phantom hands. His thumb still pressing and circling your overly sensitive clit as he worked you towards an orgasm.

Your toes were curling in your shoes, head thrown back as you felt yourself slowly approach your much anticipated release. Your body was impatiently bouncing slightly in the seat, moving to meet his own thrusts and pounding harder into your G spot. Your eyes closed tightly, vision blurring, and breath quickening when you felt yourself on the edge of pure euphoria.

And all at once, it suddenly stopped.

The phantom hands ceased their movements, slipping out of your warm hole, leaving your walls to clench along nothing. The coil was left to relax and simmer down, but still tight from the brink of release that was stolen from it. You blinked blurrily, vision still spotty as your head came to the conclusion of what just happened. Your pussy fluttering and still leaking, but empty and unsatisfied.

“Wah-?!” You slurred.

You quickly looked down, lifting up your skirt to see that the hands had completely disappeared. Your stomach dropped, panic rising as you stumbled to reach for your phone that you had tossed aside when you first sat down. Your eyes scanned to see if he had left anymore texts or if he was in the process of typing, only to see it completely silent. Your fingers quickly tapped away in desperation as anger flared within you at this cheeky old bastard.

‘Lilia wat the fuck?!1!’

You seethed as you saw the bubble with three little dots appear, indicating he was typing and very much still around, hands available, yet not putting them to good use. Like giving you that much deserved orgasm!

‘Oh my, just a few minutes ago you were telling me to “knock it off” and leave you be?’

‘Lilia Im literally going to explode’

You could just hear him chuckling at your response from wherever he was right now. You let out a huff, rubbing your thighs together to get some sort of relief, but to no avail, so you gave up. You were just about ready to call him to give him a piece of your mind when another text popped into chat.

‘Best be on your way and finish your errands. Don’t want to keep you waiting any longer now, dear.’

To end off his text and further punctuate his point, he used the phantom hand again to promptly flick your reddened clit, sharp nail scraping against it and sending a sudden shock wave of pleasure bolting to your core and causing you to double over. Your cunt clenched around nothing and you let out a desperate keen.

You glared angrily at his text, a few tears building up from frustration as you aggressively tapped away on your phone. You may be too pissed to call this irritating fae to yell his ear off, but you weren’t angry enough not to send him a few choice words.

‘plz plz plz PLEASE just let me cum already Vanrouge!!1 im horny im stressed and im about ready to make my way to diasomnia and whoop ur old creaky ass you fae fuck!1!!’

You continued to glare at your phone screen, waiting for your annoyingly charming fae lover to respond to your rather childish, but justified outburst via text.

‘Alright, if you insist.~’

Success.

You grin in victory, spreading your legs in anticipation of his hands lavishing you once more and finally rewarding you with the well-deserved orgasm. You felt the phantom hands on your thighs once more, spreading you further.

And then you felt the sensation of something warm and wet slowly lapping over your slit, spreading your folds and grazing over your sensitive clit. You let out a loud gasp, body tensing at the realization of what he was doing.

Your eyes widened as his phantom tongue began its torturous pattern of slowly lapping along your folds, before reaching your clit and sucking on it briefly, then starting all over again. You could feel your juices leaking out of you once more with each suck and lick, your phone dinging with incoming texts.

‘You taste absolutely divine, my dear. Still just as sweet and juicy as last time.~’

He made a point to dip his tip into your clenching cunt, lapping up your slick, then sucking up your release messily. You let out soft moans as your body convulsed under his touch.

‘In fact, I think I’ll enjoy this meal for a little while.~’

It was the sharp sensation of a pair of fangs gently nibbling on your poor clit that finally had you losing your mind as your moans grew louder and body helplessly approaching your orgasm once more. But every time you reached that edge, he would slow down or stop briefly until you settled down once more.

‘After all, you never clarified when to make you cum.~’

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Smut #TWST Smut #Lilia Vanrouge Smut #Lilia Vanrouge X Reader #Fem!Reader #'Are ya winning Lilia?!'#Answer: /YES/

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ramblers-lets-get-ramblin · 2 months

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Que Manera de Despertar-

Javier Peña x fat wife

Main Masterlist | Javi P Masterlist

Summary: Javi fucks his fat wife on a sleepy Saturday morning

Rating: E for EXPLICIT MDNI 18+

Word Count: 935

Warnings: reader is fat and able-bodied but otherwise undescribed. fingering, PIV, creampie, sleepy morning sex. Spanish translations provided at the end

Author's Note: this is a big FAT fuck you to the anon going around spewing hate and fatphobia into mine and other's inboxes right now. This is dedicated to everyone who is fat, chubby, overweight, plus size or any of the other terms people use to try to make us feel like we are less. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YOU ARE SEXY. YOU ARE WORTHY and I FUCKING LOVE YOU

side note: this is basically a play by play of how my husband fucked his FAT WIFE this morning. *smooches*

Your eyes flutter open. The room is dark. Silent save for the whoosh whoosh whoosh of the fan and the soft snores coming from behind you. You arm tingles when you reach out in front of you for a stretch.

Your bare back is to his chest. The hair there itches a little, but you don't mind a little discomfort when your husband wraps himself around you. His free hand grips your belly loosely and your legs are nothing more than a tangle of limbs.

He exhales another snore against your neck, tickling you. When you squirm a little, he rumbles out a groan from deep in his chest. His cock twitches against your bare ass and he tightens his grip on your soft stomach, pulling you closer towards him.

“ Mami.” He whispers, nuzzling the skin beneath your ear. His mustache tickles when he lands an open mouthed kiss on your neck. You close your eyes and lean into his kiss. He brings his hand up to tweak your nipple and your mouth falls open in a soft moan. You wiggle your plump ass against him again and he grinds into you from behind.

You untangle your top leg from his and throw it over his hip, opening yourself up for him. He glides his hand down your chest, past the soft swell of your stomach and between your thick thighs. His fingers part your folds and flutter past your clit to your entrance. He inserts a thick finger inside you and fucks you with it slowly. He's not in a rush this morning. He wants to savor his wife.

He circles your clit with practiced movements. After all this time, he knows exactly what you need. His cock thickens with need and you squirm against him once more.

“Javi.” You whine quietly.

“You need more, baby?” He teases a second finger at your entrance.

“Please.”

“Golosa.” He teases, thrusting both fingers inside you. You rock your hips against his hand, already desperately close to the brink.

He removes his fingers and swipes them over the leaking tip of his cock. He grips the meat of your hip with one hand and the back of your neck with the other. He tightens his fingers and pushes your head forward, offering him a delicious view of your plush body and the perfect angle to breach your walls. He bottoms out with a sharp snap of his hips and you can't help the moan that slips out.

He fucks you like that for a while. Slow, deep thrusts while caressing every inch of your soft body he can get his hand on. Your body has changed a lot in the years you have been together. But your husband has never made you feel self-conscious about it. In fact, he’s even more insatiable for you now than he was back then. He sleeps with his hand holding onto your thigh, or your asscheek every night. When you are cooking he comes up behind you and wraps his hands around your stomach. He grabs your lonjas when he fucks you into the mattress night after night.

He taps the side of your hip, a silent warning that he’s about to move. He flips you onto your stomach without pulling out of you. His hand remains on the back of your neck, pressing the side of your face into the mattress. He grabs your hip with his free hand and pulls up, angling your ass, opening you up wider for him. He plants one foot on the bed up by your ribs. Snap after snap of his hips, he fucks you over the edge. When he feels your cunt convulsing around him, he follows you into oblivion. His thick cock pulses inside of you and he paints your walls with hit spend. You collapse onto the bed and he follows, resting his head on your ass. He wraps his legs around your and trails his fingers up and down your side, lovingly pinching one of your love handles.

“Que manera de despertar.” He whispers into your skin

“Baby, I need coffee.” You whine sleepily into the mattress. Javi moves so that his knees straddle your thighs. He grabs two handfuls off your ass and spreads the cheeks apart, watching where his release leaks out of you and onto the sheet. He sucks a breath through his teeth at the sight. He raises one of his hands and brings it down in a gentle swat to your ass. He soothes the slight sting with a kiss.

“Go clean up, mi amor . I’ll get the coffee going.” He climbs off the bed and pulls on his briefs from the night before. You join him in the kitchen after you’ve cleaned up and pulled on your own underwear and a t-shirt. Javi hands you a cup of coffee, made just the way you like it. He hugs you from behind, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. His hands roam your body hungrily and he presses himself against your ass once more.

“Already, viejito? ” You tease, taking another sip of your coffee.

“I bought that table for a reason, hermosa. ” He says, nodding his head towards the kitchen table. “It’s the perfect height.”

You spin around to face him, one hand on your coffee and the other slung around his neck. You plant a kiss on his lips and then another on the tip of his nose. “Goloso.”

Spanish translations:

goloso/a- greedy

lonjas- love handles, fat rolls

Que manera de despertar- what a way to wake up

Viejito- old man

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 1 year

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I love charles dance erik wish more people would talk about him

Would you be open to doing a yandere alphabet for him, nsfw or sfw either works.

The Cherik fans have been flooding my inbox lololol. Not that I mind. But fear not, I have come with a slightly suggestive in some areas yandere alphabet! Also I’ll make the full blown nsfw one at some point-

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Erik respects his darlings space, but at the same time he can only hold off for so long before the need for physical contact with them becomes too overwhelming. Erik usually shows his love and affection through long, drawn out, hugs. If he’s really desperate for some loving though, Erik will try to coax you into giving him kisses. The minute you start to reciprocate his actions, Erik is practically attached to your hip, all of his free time being spent with you and vice versa.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Erik is not afraid to kill, even if it “throws him off a bit” (his words), but I think his ideal way of dealing with problems in the opera house is carefully planned sabotage. Whether that be messing with the backdrop and curtains, or even kidnapping you mid show.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Erik is actually incredibly gentle and sweet once he has you in his lair, he would never mock or throw angry words your way, even if you did something to upset him. He gives you the best of everything he ever gets his hands on, for example, he’ll always make sure you have the finest dresses, jewelry, hair products, anything you could ever ask for! Erik will even give you his entire bedroom if he thinks the guest chambers aren’t to your liking! If you tell him you can both just share his room, Erik is over the moon, shocked and blushing underneath his mask as he shyly agrees. I hope you’re prepared for being clung to like a teddy bear the entire night.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

The only thing Erik would do against your will is hug and kiss you. He knows he should respect your space, he knows you probably need time alone after being kidnapped, but he’s so starved of affection that it overpowers his will to let you be on occasion. There are, however, very rare instances where Erik kissing you can turn heated. An example of this might be him opening his mouth into the kiss in the hopes you’ll slip your tongue into his mouth to take charge of him, (because yes, even though this particular version of Erik is pretty vanilla, he still falls on the more submissive side), or Erik pressing himself snug against you, desperate for your touch. Of course, Erik will never force you to do anything beyond that, and as soon as he realizes he’s getting ‘excited’ down there he runs off to his room out of embarrassment and to pleasure himself, it gets really awkward sometimes because Erik is really vocal, but all you can really do is try to find a different room, but he’s VERY vocal so it usually doesn’t work. However, that doesn’t mean he won’t beg for you on occasion in the hopes that you’ll change your mind.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Erik sees no reason to hide his emotions from you. You’re his darling, you deserve to see every side of him. In fact, the only thing he would ever try to hide from you is his face, but if you show him nothing but love and compassion once you see it, Erik will even go out of his way to avoid putting his mask on around you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Erik hates it when you fight back, it makes him feel worse about kidnapping you than he already does.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This isn’t a game to Erik in the slightest, he just wants you to be happy down under the opera house with him. Every time you try to escape his heart shatters. :(

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably the worst experience you have with Erik isn’t even physical on your end, if I had to guess. I feel like the two worst experiences for you with him are when uses his tears and your own empathy against you, or when he goes out and sabotages/kills your friends in the opera house.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Erik wants to marry you above all else, but once that happens, he wants to escape with you to the surface world and live out the rest of your lives in domestic bliss. I could also see Erik wanting a child or two, either adopted or through you giving birth, it’s up to you two to talk about.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

You would be a fool to think that Erik doesn’t get jealous, and when he does, it’s not pretty in the slightest. Of course he would never take out his jealousy on you! The only thing he would do is that he would ask for you to be extra loving and praise him more than usual in bed that night, if you’re to that point. Taking out his jealousy on others, however, is something he would take pleasure in, whether that be outright killing them or just setting them up to fail.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Erik is very loving to you, to the point that it’s sickeningly sweet. There are certain ways you can fluster him or make him shy though, like hugging or kissing him of your own volition. Since dry humor and sarcastic quips are some of Erik’s key personality traits, if he finds you laughing over something he said, you’ll notice that he tends to try and say humorous things more often.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Erik definitely starts off with writing you letters when you first peak his interest, and after that it escalates to you hearing his voice, to you seeing his physical appearance, to you two going on little outings together, to you seeing his face, and then finally Erik’s obsessive tendencies get the better of him and you find yourself kidnapped despite Gerard’s protests.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Erik doesn’t really act different around you versus others per se, you just get to see more of his personality and other traits that no one has ever been worthy of seeing before.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Erik doesn’t really punish you, to be honest. I think the worst he’d ever do is lock you in a room for a spell until you calmed down.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Erik would only take two of your rights away, and one isn’t even on purpose. The one he would take away without necessarily meaning to is your right to privacy, being that he follows you around like a lost puppy, much like his other counterparts. The one he would knowingly take away is your ability to travel to the surface world without his accompanyment.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Erik’s patience is endless, I cannot stress this enough. He never loses his temper at you, or even around you!

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

In no way, shape, or form would Erik ever be able to move on, if anything he would try to hunt you down for as long as he lives if you escaped, and if you died he’s following right behind you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Erik feels guilty everyday for kidnapping you, but he absolutely refuses to let you go, and once his mind is set almost nothing can change it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Its a combination of his childhood, being rejected for appearances beyond his control, and such a strong desperation for love that he would have ended up this way regardless of the former two.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Erik will probably cry with you, because like I said earlier, he feels very guilty for abducting you. With the way Erik hangs off you, though, I don’t really see you getting the chance to isolate yourself.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

I’m kind of drawing a blank for this one, sorry.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

One of your best chances of escaping is to pretend to be in a consensual relationship with Erik, and then escape when his back is turned, possibly with the help of Gerard.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

NEVER, Erik would rather kill himself!

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Erik regards you as an angel amongst devils, himself included, and counts himself lucky to be able to be in your presence. There is no length Erik wouldn’t go to for the chance to win you over.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I think the longest Erik could go is a month or two before he kidnaps you. What can I say? You’re his biggest weakness and his biggest strength.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

I really don’t think it’s possible for Erik to break you, if he did, it would be a complete and utter accident, and nothing would stop him from trying to fix you!

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@sloppyzengarden

#Charles dance poto #cherik #yandere phantom of the opera #yandere poto #yandere erik destler #erik destler x reader #poto x reader

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like-what-the-fuck-scoob · 1 year

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maybe jus some baby eddie? idk he really comforts me and i’m feeling very bad n scared:(

Squeaky Toy (Little!Eddie Munson x Caregiver!Reader)

Summary - Little Eddie becomes attached to a squeaky dog toy. When you tell him he isn't allowed to keep it, he throws a tantrum. Until, you have the perfect idea.

Content Warnings - Eddie is age regressed. Reader is caregiver. Fluff. Crying. Comfort. Forehead kisses. Cheek kisses.

Word Count - 830

A/N - I will admit, I have never written characters in littlespace before, so I hope this is okay!! I do like reading little Eddie too, he's adorable. I wasn't sure what you wanted in terms of story and pairing, so I went with x reader as that's what most of my other fics are. I'm really really sorry you're going through a hard time right now. I just want you to know, my inbox is agere friendly, so whenever you're feeling down or lonely feel free to say hi. I would love to chat and support you ❤️❤️

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Squeak

"What is that?..." You mumbled to yourself, drying your hands on the kitchen towel.

You had been in the middle of chopping vegetables for you and Eddie, when a squeeky noise from the living room caught you off guard.

"Eds? Are you okay sweetheart?"

This morning, Eddie had promised to treat you. He was going to cook your favourite pasta dish for dinner. Cooking was one of his hidden talents, and he adored creating wholesome and hearty meals for you.

But, no sooner as the day began, your partner began to slip. Throughout the months of your relationship, you had learned Eddie's behaviours like the back of your hand. You knew the signs. Silent leg bounces and lip bites were enough of an indicator; before long he would tripping over the carpet, staring doe eyed, unable to navigate through his thoughts or his surroundings, ready to surrender to little space.

Today was no exception, as fifteen minutes ago you set Eddie down on his beanbag with a colouring book, kissing the top of his head softly before venturing into the kitchen to cook the pasta instead. You didn't mind. Your little guy needed a break. After everything he'd been through, you understood he needed time to relax, escape, and lose reality for a little while.

Peeking around the kitchen door, you realised that Eddie had left his beanbag, and crawled towards a fluffy toy that lay in the centre of the floor.

"What you got there?" You asked, intrigued by what the brunette was up too.

"Funnwy noise! Wook!" Eddie responded with glee, gesturing for you to look at his discovery.

Gently plucking the toy out of his fingers, you realised that this belonged to your dog. For Halloween this year, you had purchased a squeaky bat toy for your puppy, and now it seemed little Eddie had taken a liking to it.

"Eds, this belongs to the doggy. I'm sorry bubba, it isn't yours."

You tried to keep your tone quiet and caring, but you could see your partners lip starting to quiver.

"Hey, hey, it's okay little one. Remember, you have soooo many other toys to play with, don't you?" You picked up Eddie's dragon plushie, waving it with a smile.

But Eddie didn't smile back. Tears began to well in his eyes, as he gazed sadly at the dog toy.

"But... I wan the bat..."

"I know sweetie, but I'm so sorry I can't let you have it. It's been in the dogs mouth, and she's probably stepped all over it too." You explained softly, hoping to appease him.

"But.. but.."

Cries escaped his mouth before he could finish his sentence, hiccuping as he tried to supress his small sobs of defeat.

"Oh honey, it's okay, come here" You cooed, opening your arms to hug the little guy.

"NO!" Eddie screamed, turning his back on you, tears streaming down his delicate features.

Your heart shattered. You loved him more than anything in the world, and you wished you could give him everything he ever wanted. But he couldn't have that bat toy. You needed to make this right.

In a brainwave, you quickly opened your phone, typed in some keywords, and punched in your credit card details, before turning your attention back towards Eddie, who was now laying on the floor in adorable protest.

The following day wasn't much better. Your little curly haired menace tossed and turned all night, and was now sat sulking in front of the television, his legs tucked into his chest.

You motioned to the bowl of chicken nuggets on the table. "Come on sweetheart, aren't you going to eat your yummy nuggets?"

Shaking his head, Eddie frowned, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

"Bubba, plea-

Ding Dong

The sound of the doorbell diverted your focus, and you padded over to the door. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the parcel delivery man. You'd been anticipating this package since the moment you ordered it the previous evening.

"Eddieeeeeee" You sang, headed back over to the sofa. "Look what's hereeeee"

Perching next to him, you allowed Eddie to take the small brown box from your hands.

"F-for me?"

"Yes! You can go ahead and open it."

Keeping your fingers crossed, you watched in optimism as your little brunette teared into the paper, to reveal a brand new bat plushie.

Eddie's face lit up, a smile wider than any you'd ever seen from him before. Your heart fluttered, as he threw his arms around you with a childlike force.

"Oh my Gawd! A new bat! Fank you fank you!!" He exclaimed, hugging the bat close to his chest.

You exhaled, cupping your partners chin, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Anything for you, my little bubba."

With a grin, Eddie lay his head on your lap, catching up on the cuddles he had missed over the past 24 hours.

"I wove you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Eddie."

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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I have a request imagines for you, if you don't mind. I have a thought about MC moving while in their sleep like their body end up in a different position. Like the pillow end up where their feet is, and their head end up like where their feet at. Or whatever position they're at. If you don't mind.

belphie doesn't like sleeping with you

includes: belphie x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .3k | rated g | m.list

a/n: hehe this prompt was perfect for belphie! i hope you enjoy! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req so come talk w me!

please reblog <333333333333

belphie slides his eyes open as he feels an unfortunately familiar chill on his shoulders. you’ve stolen all of the blankets. again.

carefully turning over, belphie goes to grab the covers back but his hands meet empty air. what in the world?

squinting to make a little more sense of his surroundings, belphie realizes you’re not next to him, where you’d gone to sleep. the blanket is also missing.

worry begins to run through him and he sits up. while it’s not unheard of for you to be up in the middle of the night, you were much too nice to take the blanket with you. before he can enter a full panic he sees a lump at the end of the bed. it’s larger than the blanket would be on its own, and belphie huffs out a laugh.

he should have guessed it was you moving around in your sleep.

shifting up so he can reach you, belphie lifts up the corner of his blanket nearest to him and is met with part of your leg. so not only have you migrated down to the floor of the bed and stolen his blanket, but you’ve also somehow shifted completely so you’re not laying on the bed correctly at all.

he knows you sleep like the dead, even worse than he does, so waking you is not an option. he’ll have to move you back and get his blanket himself.

throwing his legs over the side of his bed, belphie finds your head and frees it from the confines of the blanket. you don’t register his movement at all.

gathering you into his arms, belphie walks around the other side of the bed to deposit you in your spot. he then spends a moment untangling his blankets, spreading it evenly over your lax form.

settling back into his side of the bed, belphie sighs. hopefully, there’d be no more nighttime shenanigans from you.

just as he’s about to fully go back to sleep, he feels the blanket slip off of him and towards you. goddamnit.

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WIP WHOOPS

So......

It's not Wednesday. Not only is it not Wednesday, it is none of the Wednesdays I've been tagged for this. But my life has been hectic this last month and a half on top of my writing slump, so these completely slipped me by. So here I am, very late and with iced coffee.

I've been tagged by @swordsandspectacles, @sustainably-du-mortain, and @aurriearts and thank you all for your patience and I'm real sorry about how late these are

Rashad stops short, but their posture doesn't carry the same tension it would have if Wei had called out a year ago. They almost seem surprised when they turn around to look at him. "What?"

"Play a match with me," Wei repeats. He fiddles with the pieces a little as he mulls over what to say next. He picks up the black E-pawn, Rashad's usual response to Wei's preferred Italian opening. "Like old times."

Rashad hesitates, hand still resting on the doorframe. They have that hunted look in their eye that's been present since Ricardo dragged them here a year ago. Wei can't feel their tentative poking at his mental shields, nor do they seem less focused as they stare at him, but he's sure they're trying to find some hint of purpose. Some sign of a trap.

Wei throws them a bone. He lets the walls around his mind shift a little, allowing a little more leeway for Rashad to glimpse the nostalgia, the honest desire to get to know them better, to spend time with them. Something in their expression crumples and the smile that tugs at their lips as they glance down is a fond one.

- Untitled Rashad/Wei Piece

There’s a shift in breathing pattern and the slightest change in heartbeat as Julian stirs, his eyes fluttering open to gaze lazily down at Felix. “Morning,” he mumbles, though it almost isn’t intelligible. He reaches for his glasses with his free hand, missing them as he squints in their direction. It still baffles Felix that his vision is so impaired without a few pieces of plastic.

Felix reaches over and grabs them for Julian, being careful not to touch the lenses as he slides them up Julian’s nose. He stretches up to kiss Julian's cheek, "There you go, babe."

"Thank you." The words are punctuated by a long yawn. "How long have you been staring?"

"I wasn't staring," Felix protests, running his fingers the length of Julian's chest scar again. "I was thinking."

"Awfully tactile thinking." Julian chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of Felix's head. "I don't mind that you're staring, you know. I like to stare at you, too."

Felix's heart starts up at a quicker pace. He loves when Julian says little things like that with as much casualty as if he were talking about the weather. As if they're as obvious as the sky being blue. It makes little bursts of happiness spark through Felix's chest.

-Untitled Felix/Julian Character Study

And, don't worry, @anduefex. I've not forgotten your POV prompt in my inbox. But I'm keeping that one a surprise until it's done 😉

Tagging the folks who see read this. Yep, that means you, you sucker /teasing

#Cigs writes #Ship: What Remains of Us #Ship: paper planes and charcoal stains

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[squints @ myself]

Do I owe anything??

#; out of character #I forgot to draft some like the dingus i am o o f #I know I got a few for Americas- (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”#feel free to throw it in my inbox if it slipped my mind!

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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- "Mommy, please. Choke me harder, mommy. N-Need both hands." - BECCA NO!!!

You’ve given me a taste of sub!steve and now I can’t get him out of my mind

like the reader pegging him 😏🤤😳😵‍💫

like tf i can’t cope with this anymore

(also I know you gonna be confused when you just see the first line in your inbox 😂)

please I request more 😂

Coming back to subby!steve because I can’t fucking handle it 🤤

Because one of my favourite thoughts right now has been grinding on Steve until he’s groaning and panting and you’re teasing him for being so submissive.

He’s rock fucking hard in his jeans, his fingertips digging into your hips and his heart is absolutely pounding. Your frantic kisses have left him feeling empty headed, his movements slow because his brain can’t process anything but lust.

You’re almost mocking him for the state he’s in, teasing him about not being able to satisfy you just because he gets off on it. He’s more than able to please you when he’s subby like this but he loves being mocked.

“Don’t you want to fuck me, daddy? Don’t you wanna hold me down and ruin me? You wanna feel me cum on my big strong daddy’s cock?” You tease, grinding your hips on the outline of his throbbing dick and enjoying the little pathetic moans from your boyfriend.

“Sweetheart…. I-I can’t. I can’t be daddy today. I’m sorry, I n-need you in control. I can’t take charge.” He sobs, looking up at you with endless frustration in the sweet blue eyes. He wants to give you what you need but his head just won’t comply.

“Oh baby, are you all soft tonight? You need to be taken care of? You wanna slip into my nice little pussy and fuck yourself senseless? So pathetic how needy you get.” You can’t help but give him some relief, freeing his cock and sliding down on it, feeling him tremble and pant against your neck.

“Ride me mommy, please ride me. Choke me, use me, god I don’t care j-just make me feel good.” He babbles, throwing his head back when your little hands lands on his thick neck, squeezing just right.

Your body rocks back and forth, his length receiving every beautiful squeeze and clench and it’s absolute bliss for him when you cum, knowing he did that and made his mommy feel good

#asks answered <3 #buckies-dolle #becca writes spice #sub!steve #There’s nothing hotter than the thought of choking Steve and him loving it #The ‘I can’t be daddy right now’ has been in my head all damn week #i needed to get it out #I’m writing a pegging one anyway

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3:1 - B. Barnes Imagine

NOTE: this is my first time writing for bucky or sebastian stan in general so feedback is appreciated! please let me know if you like this and if you'd like to see more. THIS DOES CONTAIN SMUTTY UNDERTONES TOWARDS THE END, MINORS DNI

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three times bucky was clueless with technology and the one time he used it right

Despite spending most of his less-than-average life inside of a giant freezer and aging up to triple digits—if we’re speaking technically, your boyfriend still gained many physical benefits compared to most men his age. For one thing, he is still alive and breathing—a huge accomplishment, if anything, maybe even a record. The physical appearance and athletic ability he still maintained were not a downside either. As far as anybody is concerned, James Buchanan Barnes appears like any other millennial/super-soldier/metal arm-bearing person.

With exception to the fact that the man himself can’t even call you on your phone without needing assistance. That sentence is way less sad when taking into account that he was not alive for the upbringing of touch screens and AI’s, which happened to be waiting everywhere around the complex to aid him and his various, enigmatic asks, such as:

“My phone died. How do I revive it?”

“What did I win a free iPad for?”

“Friday, what does the word ‘bih’ mean?”

Once speaking the last one, he is left unanswered, and Friday is alerting you in the living area moments later.

“Y/N, Mr. Barnes is needing your assistance with a text you sent. He would like a definition of the word ‘bih’ but I cannot find it in my dictionary.” The AI asking for your help in babysitting Bucky on his phone earns a snort from you.

“Thanks, Friday. I’ll go help him.” You heave yourself up from the couch cushion and march towards his bedroom--technically, it is both of yours now. After reaching the entrance, a smile crawls onto your lips at the sight before you. The hefty Miriam-Webster English dictionary splayed open on your lover’s lap as he flips through pages, reciting miscellaneous words his eyes land on in search of the one from your message.

“Big, bin, bio…” Seconds later, he is slamming the book shut and tossing it aside. A loud thud resounds across the room as you watch it land on the hardwood floor. When you glance back up to announce your presence to Bucky, you see his gaze already transfixed on you. A quiet huff comes from him, and his eyes avert from your figure in the doorway, his cheeks becoming tinged with an opaque red. It was no puzzle that the sergeant despised calling for help, even on the minuscule tasks, like how to turn the flash of his camera off or define a slang term unbeknownst to him until your message was delivered to his phone.

“A little birdy told me you needed help.” You cross your arms over your chest, leaning against the doorframe with a satisfied smirk. You were one of the few and trusted Bucky had learned to open up to in the time that you have come to know him. No matter the issue, or how long it took for you to wear down the stubbornness on his tongue, the plea would sound eventually.

“I just don’t know what this word means.” He grunts. “Is it a typo?”

A line of giggles fall from you at his hopelessly confused expression--eyebrows furrowed, pupils appearing lost in thought at this simple “code word” he couldn’t crack. It made you want to swaddle him in the softest blanket and cuddle him until eternity.

“That’s because it’s not a real word,” you begin through laughs. The scrunch on his face only deepens in its perplexity. “‘Bih’ is short for...it’s short for bitch.” You shrug. His mouth parts in revelation.

“So you...you think I’m a…” he turns his eyes down to the pixelated string of messages…”thick female dog?” You snicker.

“‘Thick bih’ is a compliment, Buck. It just means I like your body a lot.”

“Oh...thank you?” He casts his eyes up at you once more, quirking a brow.

“You’re welcome.”

“Anyways...now that you’re here. I emailed you a photo.” He shoots a wink in your direction. Almost as though you two had traded faces, the confused look transferred over to your wrinkled forehead and tilted head.

“Oh...okay. I’ll check it later.”

You thought nothing of it, and let his statement slip your mind. It was not until later that you decided to scan through your emails with Wanda, who mentioned something mission-related in your inbox that she demanded the two of you look at and study. As you skimmed through to find it, you deleted several junk emails and starred some important ones. When you landed on the electronic mail your boyfriend mentioned earlier and clicked on it, your breath left you at the large photo of his considerably-sized girth.

“Woah! Woah!” Wanda squeals, reaching her hand up to shield her eyes now tainted with the sight of your man’s junk. The early afternoon comes back into your mind, with you against the doorframe, Bucky throwing the dictionary and demanding a translation of your text, and the wink he threw at you.

Of course, the wink. It should have been obvious what the intentions behind his email were at that point, but then again it really shouldn’t have. Because who sends nude photos over email?

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, now wearing red cheeks. You turn to face Wanda who is already out of her seat and facing away from the computer screen, calling back to you in a desperate scurry to her room, “We’ll just talk later!”

“Bucky,” you enter the bedroom with a growl minutes later, a rather great contrast to what you were feeling earlier in the day.

“Hey, doll. Did you ever open my email?” He was seated on the edge of the bed, eyeing something on his phone. He quickly pockets it, allowing you his undivided attention.

“Yeah, and Wanda had something to say about it too.” The comment came out through gritted teeth, but he deciphered every word. His blue eyes enlarged, petrified.

“She was with you? Wh-why’d you let her see it?” He almost squeals in his fit of mortification. Serves him right, you think to yourself. He won’t have to face Wanda and apologize to her later.

“I didn’t know when you said “picture” earlier you meant a nude! Who sends a dick pic over email, Bucky?” Silence follows your outcry until his deep voice pipes up moments later.

“Is that not normal?” He is fiddling with his fingers, clenching his teeth in anticipation of your answer. Which is an expected:

“No.” The man in front of you turns feeble, wearing a humiliated face that turns your insides to mush. The twenty-plus minutes of lashing you were practicing in your head on your walk to the room disappeared as he turns his face down.

“I’m sorry, doll. You know...you know I’m not good with this stuff.” A sigh exits your lips as Bucky is approached by your consoling figure. You take a seat beside him on the bed and a comforting hand takes place on his metal shoulder, with you leaning your head down on the flesh one, closest to you.

“I know, Buck. Just warn a girl next time...with more than a wink.”

“In 1943 that was considered a warning.” The two of you chuckle.

“You know what, better yet...” your hands are flying to his pocket before he can stop them. He barely utters the question before you’re fingertips are tapping across the screen.

“Hey, what’re you--”

“You should really put a lock on this thing.” You chuckle. “A thumbprint, passcode...something.”

“You can do that?” His ludicrous question has you fighting a roll of your eyes. Shaking your head, you wait a few moments for the application to install on the device, and smile triumphantly when the neon yellow square pops up on his home screen. The white ghost in the middle of the icon stares back at him when you place the phone back in his hands.

“There you go.”

“What is this?” He clicks the app to find out for himself, only to be met with the options of logging in or creating an account.

“An app that’s appropriate for sending nudes.” Shivers trail down his spine from your whisper against the shell of his ear. He hums, admiring the screen for a few seconds and taking no further action to make an account.

“You need help, don’t you?”

“It’d be appreciated.”

Since that encounter, your significant other has learned the basics of social platforms and how to properly exploit each one for his needs. Ignoring the one week where he discovered Snapchat filters and send photos of himself in every single one nonstop, the most common one you two have grown to use is the messaging application. It was efficient and easy for him to understand.

Until he, much like when he used Snapchat, discovered something new. And that something new was emojis. After receiving a Snapchat notification from him, which could no doubt be holding either a photo of him with the dancing weiner or his actual one, he shot you a text message from across the compound.

did you see my chatsnap? 🌚

You chose to disregard the blatant, incorrect name and reply:

yes, buck. I get notifications

and WHY THE HELL DID YOU SEND THAT EMOJI??? 😫

what? it’s just a moon 🌚🌚🌚 see?

I can see it’s a moon Bucky. Why did you choose that one?

It’s nighttime. and I’m smiling. It fits.

It’s creepy is what it is

It’s just a moon! 🌚

STOP SENDING IT! 😖😖

fine.

🌝

🤦‍♀️ that’s not what I meant

it’s not my fault you’re scared of the moon, y/n 💅

You chose to change the subject then, no longer holding the desire to stare at the infamous “molester moon” or bucky’s new use of emojis in a sassy manner

please tell me the snap you sent isn’t of the dancing hot dog again

I could tell you that

but I’d be lying if I did.

🙄

🌝 I think this one's my favorite

The third time Bucky struggled with the new-age doodads surrounding him, his rage was at an all-time high. But his reaction is justifiable after discovering it was purely out of fear.

“Do you know what the weather’s gonna be like tomorrow?” He mumbles as the two of you were longing on the bed, his head resting comfortably in the crook of your neck and shoulder.

“Not sure, why?”

“Was thinkin’ we could go to that café. The one with the jukebox.” His head bounces with your body as you let out a few light laughs.

“Because it’s the one piece of technology you can actually use?” He pulls away from you defensively, a frown smeared on his face.

He whines out. “I am not that bad with technology?” You roll your eyes and reach for your phone on the bedside table, clicking the button on the side.

“Hey Siri, what’s the weather look like tomorrow?” You ask aloud, cueing Bucky to furrow his eyebrows.

“Let’s see...the weather tomorrow—“ you were unable to hear the rest of the AI’s sentence due to the sight of Bucky springing out of bed and tugging the set of sharpened knives from his pants.

��Whose there? Who the hell said that?”

“Bucky—“

“I think the complex may have been hacked. Come on, let’s go get Bruce o-or somebody.” He stutters out in a panic, tugging your body behind him in a protective manner. Siri was still activated on your phone, which was now lying on the bed.

“I’m not quite sure I understand—“

“Who the hell are you?!” He demands in a loud voice.

“Bucky, Bucky…” you rest your hands on both his shoulders, urging him to calm down. “It’s just my phone.” After the quick reassurance, he feels his shoulders slump.

“Oh...oh…I knew that.” He puts his knives away, following you as you crawled back into bed. Before fully getting beneath the covers, he sheathes himself of his trousers and top, leaving him only in a pair of boxers.

“Sure you did.” You reply.

“I did.” He insists, before covering both of you with your comforter. Before succumbing to a much-needed rest though, he reaches over and grabs a knife left on the floor, tucking it beneath his pillow.

Just in case.

The following morning, Bucky is no longer paranoid that the complex was hijacked and broken into. Rather, his mind was on a package he ordered online (AND ALL BY HIMSELF, a large victory if you ask him) that, according to the tracker, is one stop away. When you peeked your eyes open to admire him beneath the covers basking in the morning glow, his mischievous smile lit something warm inside you.

“What’s got you so smiley?” You yawn through languid blinks. He only responds with a shrug, aiming to keep the box a secret.

“Big day ahead, why don’t you go start us a shower. I’ll meet you there.” He smirks, blue eyes flashing with something cunning. At this point, you were even more curious.

“Big day? I thought we were just going for coffee?”

“When I’m with you, it’s always a big day.” His raspy voice is sly, metal hand even slyer as it glides up and down your hip.

“Alright Barnes, you win. See you in a minute.” You press your lips to his for a short few seconds and heave your body up from the bed to venture to the connected bathroom. As soon as you crack the door behind you, Bucky leaps from his spot in the sheets and nearly stumbles to the ground, his foot getting tangled in part of the bedding. He wastes no time scurrying to the front door, nearly nude and praying to God nobody would cross paths with him. Seeing the package laying on the doormat in all its glory--Bucky swore he heard angels singing hymns from above. Taking it into his grip and hustling back to his room took little-to-no time. When he slipped inside of the bathroom, he found you removing your hair from the messy knot you threw it up in the night prior, the rest of you bare.

He dropped his boxers and followed you inside the transparent cube, soon to become fogged with the warm steam and your panting breaths if he is lucky enough to pull another round from you.

Spoiler alert, he got lucky. Twice.

Whilst getting dressed, he halts your attempt at wiggling on a pair of leggings.

"I have a surprise for you." He says, waltzing over to the package he haphazardly threw on the bed in his eagerness to join you in the shower. The package lies in your hands seconds later, Bucky delivering you a nod as permission to tear it open. Once you do, your jaw unhinges at the packaging.

The small, pink sex toy stared back at you in all its glory. You could only muster a few blinks at it, wondering how your boyfriend managed to deliver this to himself all on his own yet still strains himself in trying to change his profile picture.

"Wha--how..." you are at a loss of words, to say the least. His piercing blue eyes grow dark at the sight of you holding his surprise.

"It's a big day today, because..." he snatches the packaged toy from you, beginning to open it, "you're gonna wear this out for me today. And I'm gonna control it." Your eyes grow big at his explanation before they dart to the now unpackaged vibrator.

"There's no remote." You point out, and gasp as Bucky holds up his phone for your eyes to see. The application which connects the controls of the vibrator to his phone stares back at you dauntingly.

"Figured I'd give this wifi-powered one a try. But, you know how I am with technology so...it may take awhile for me to get the hang of it," his tone is sultry as he mumbles, and it sends chills through you that directly target your privates. His eyes bore into yours, still holding that look of playfulness from earlier.

"Finish getting ready, doll. I'm ready to take this thing for a test drive."

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demonicheadcanons · 4 years

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The Obey Me Brothers Reaction to MC Breaking Down Over Schoolwork

(Initial ask contains an ableist slur and so cannot be posted. Please, in future, refrain from using slurs in any asks sent in!! It has since been added to my rules and I will straight up delete asks with slurs in them. Thank you <3)

AN: Apologies for taking so long to get to this one, its been in my inbox for a while. I’m sorry you were feeling that way, its really difficult getting adjusted to everything again, I work in a school and a lot of the students and teachers alike are definitely really struggling. Best wishes <3

I think I’m usually okay at not letting slip that Levi is my favourite boy, but you can tell here ;u; Sorry

Lucifer

He realises all too late that things are probably tough. Initially Lucifer is distant, and whilst he notices how tired you look sometimes at RAD, he decides to ignore it - you were probably distressed because you had been pulled into the Devildom out of nowhere, you’d just have to adapt because nothing else could be done. In his mind it was pointless worrying about it.

However, as he begins to pay more and more attention to you, he realises its more than that. You frown in class, your grades jump around and you don’t leave your room regularly, probably too busy focusing on studying. The few times you’ve accepted his offer of help, you seem to be on edge.

He decides one night to check in on you, and he hears a harsh thud from a few paces down the hall. He throws the door open without knocking, convincing himself that he was just worried you might be hurt because they needed you for the exchange programme and it would be a pain replacing you now, months into the whole endeavour.

You whirl around, arm still raised, your grip tight on your textbook. He looks about and sees other books scattered about, the room a mess.

Lucifer makes a low growling noise in the back of his throat, raising a hand to press against his temples before he freezes, finally taking in the look on your face. Your eyes are wide, having been essentially caught by the one person you really, really wouldn’t want to see you right now. You lower your arm slowly as he approaches, taking your face in his hands before you can duck away from him.

His tone and expression are impossible to place as he silently examines you, gloved hands wiping across your cheeks to get rid of any traces of your tears. You don’t have the time to process any of it before he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms carefully around your shoulders.

Lucifer is silent, almost eerily so, and he holds you there without moving until you either push him away or until you stop sniffling and drop the book. Even when he does speak again, he’s quiet, deep in thought as he looks around the room and tells you simply to head over to his - he’ll bring you something to eat shortly, get some rest in the meantime. You mumble something about a test, and he waves a hand. He’ll bring the textbook, its fine, go rest.

It takes him a half hour to get to his room, carrying a tray with some tea and snacks. Your textbook is tucked under one arm, and he gently invites you to eat before he starts talking things out. He asks if classes are too difficult, asks if there’s anything in particular you’re struggling with. He makes a lot of offers - Luci is a busy guy, but he can free up a time slot if you want to study with him, or he can get you a tutor, or you can simply text him your concerns and he’ll respond as soon as he’s available. His advice is simple and realistic.

Once you’re done eating and drinking, he opens the textbook and goes over the things that are most likely to be on the test. He gives tips, explains the things that confuse you in a clear and concise manner. He’s a good teacher, and he’s a lot more patient than you’ve seen him before.

Overall, Lucifer is a quiet comfort, but a determined one. He works to make things easier for you in the background, marking out important parts of the textbook so you know what to focus on, and offering a hand whenever you need it. Also, when you get back to your room later, your books are neatly organised on your desk.

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Mammon

Mammon randomly pops into your room quite often, making excuses about how he’s absolutely entitled to because he’s in charge of taking care of you. On this particular evening, you have absolutely no warning as per usual and he doesn’t bother knocking, because this boy only has good manners when it benefits him.

He freezes instantly, and he’s over to you in a second before you can throw whatever’s in your hand. His grip is careful but tight on your wrist and he squeezes until you let it go, tossing whatever it was onto your bed without looking and wrapping you up in his arms. You might feel trapped for a second, but he has this fear that you’re Going To Get Hurt and so he just holds onto you until you settle and start sobbing against his chest. (Mammon is panicking too much to think about it, and he’ll definitely apologise after and try not to do it again if he scared you.)

He pulls you over to the bed and sits you down, a hand smoothing through your hair. His grip remains on you at all times, and you can feel his hands shaking when he asks what’s wrong, MC? Did something happen?

Mammon listens carefully, swallowing and smoothing a hand over your hair when you tell him its because the work here is just too damn hard and you can’t do it, you can’t, you can’t remember all the dates for the history or recall the right Latin to say for this one course and its not like it matters anyway because you’re human, why would you need this?

He mumbles back “I know, I know,” and runs his hands down your arms, back, along your hair. Wherever he can to comfort you, wherever makes your breathing slow back to a normal pace and takes away the hiccups left from sobbing. He doesn’t force you to look at him, almost doesn’t want you to as he bites back sniffles and sobs and wipes his face against his sleeve because crying right now won’t fix anything for you.

When you’re both calmer again, he starts rambling about something or other to take your mind off it. Mammon isn’t one to offer any immediate solutions, and rather tries to distract you with stories until you fall asleep and he can lay you down and march straight to Lucifer and demand he talk to Diavolo about this, as fearless as if he were defending Belphie or Levi for accidentally breaking something.

You’re assigned a tutor, and have tutoring sessions with each of the brothers for things they’re good at, with Lucifer and Satan covering any areas the others don’t particularly excel in. Mammon himself helps you with maths, and although he isn’t always the best at explaining it, his presence along is comforting and helps makes working through a little easier, and he’s good for taking your mind away from any stress so that you can focus without worry holding you back.

Leviathan

He had just wanted to get something back that he loaned you, a book or DVD. He can’t remember what it was the second he hears a crash and throws open your door, and finds you in a ball on the floor, the room a mess around you. You don’t even look up as the door opens, and the two of you stay in place for a few moments.

Levi doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know where to start, but he can do one thing. Quietly and carefully, he tiptoes around your room and starts putting things back where they belong. He tidies your desk, faintly organises whatever notes he finds by subject and piles them up together. He doesn’t touch you, because he’s worried you wouldn’t want him to right now, that he might scare you, and so he just tidies until the room looks a little more normal again.

When you finally look up, he’s sitting a few feet in front of you, headphones on as he stares at his D.D.D., either playing a game or watching a video or scrolling through Wikis as he waits patiently for you to start the conversation or ask for whatever comforts you need. You move over to sit beside him, and he blushes but takes off his headphones and holds an arm out so you can rest against his shoulder.

He lets you watch whatever is on his phone for a beat before asking in a hushed voice if you need anything, if something was wrong, or if someone (maybe him?) upset you. When you tell him it’s about schoolwork, he sighs and pulls you closer without thinking about it. He hands you his D.D.D. and puts his headphones on you, tells you to stay there for a bit and keep watching until he gets back.

Levi returns a few minutes later with Satan in tow, each of them carrying a bag with their own textbooks in them. Levi kneels down to take back his D.D.D. and headphones and to help you up, and tells you you’re all going to start studying together in the library. If you’d be okay with it, he means... he could use the help too, and maybe it wouldn’t feel so bad if you were there. Not for any reason in particular!

Study sessions are added to your schedule after that. Even on days where Satan is off doing something else, Levi will tutor you on whatever he finds easiest - usually history, and oftentimes its history involving the navy. His shyness melts away into confidence as he talks about all the things he’s done, about how he was appointed head thousands of years ago and he thinks he’s yet to let Diavolo down.

After study sessions you go and get a drink together, something like bubble tea or smoothies or whatever, and then play games together to relax and let the info sink in instead of obsessing over it. If you ever start to get stressed out again, Levi gently puts his headphones on you and the two of you wait it out together, and he smiles at you every time you take the headphones off and take a deep breath, ready to keep working. He’s proud.

Satan

Satan is observant enough to notice ahead of time that something is about to happen. You seem horribly stressed and unfocused in your classes one day in particular, and he decides to stop by your room the second he gets home to find out what was wrong.

He knocks and waits for a while, but you don’t answer, and he was sure he heard noise before but now your room is deathly silent. He carefully creaks the door open a bit to call in and see if you’re there, and hears paper crumpling against the door. Deciding to investigate, he opens it a little more and slides in through the gap.

The room is a mess of books and paper and pillows, and you’re at your desk, hands clamped hard over your ears. You’re making some kind of whimpering noise every now and then, and Satan starts to piece things together as he gathers up books in one arm and smooths out paper. He taps you on the back before moving back a pace or two, just in case.

You freeze before turning around to look at him, seeming almost guilty, and he doesn’t really get why you’d feel that way but he holds up your books and clears his throat. “Do you want some help?”

Satan is more practical than emotional and, whilst he isn’t sure what kind of comfort he can offer you right now, he knows he can help with the work, help make it easier. He pulls a chair over beside you, motioning for you to scoot over, and leans against you as he opens the first book and asks where you were struggling. He keeps a constant connection between the two of you, either has his leg against yours or his entire side against you so that you know he’s there, so that you’re permanently aware of his presence.

He doesn’t look at you too often, not when you can see him do it. Even then, there’s no judgement in his gaze, just his brows furrowing slightly out of concern until your breathing in alright and you start to smile in little bursts again. He smiles then as well, scribbling down some notes for you.

After that, Satan regularly pulls you aside after class and asks if you want to come out with him to a cafe or to the library, or he’ll call you to his room in the house and ask if you’ll let him teach you this set of notes so that he can remember it better. He’s subtle, never really brings up what happened and never asks you about it because he’s already got it all figured out in his mind. Instead, he just works on moving on from it and making sure it doesn’t happen again, and if it does, he’ll be ready to be there for you again.

Asmodeus

Asmo had decided to visit your room because you weren’t responding to his messages asking if you wanted to go out shopping with him. Majolish had new season wear and he absolutely needed to go get first pickings at it, and he wanted you there by his side.

He knocks but opens your door immediately after anyway, not giving you time to do much more than turn to face the door, bringing the pillow you were about to throw up over your face instead so he can’t read too much of your expression. He sees the tears, anyway, and without thinking walks over to you and holds your face in his hands.

His voice is laced with concern as he asks what’s wrong, and he immediately looks like he’s going to cry as well, but he just did his makeup and he’s not going to risk ruining it right now. Instead he moves over to the bed and pulls you down onto his lap, holding you tight against his chest. He keeps asking, every few moments, if something was wrong and if there’s anything he can do, and his eyes dart around the room to try to piece it all together. Your books were still out on your desk, pillows a mess around the room, and you... You were curled up against him, shaking and choking down sobs.

Asmo pouts and holds you in silence until you calm down and start talking to him, start telling him what was wrong, what subject you’d been struggling with over the past hour and you were still stuck on the same damn page and not making any progress and the test was only a few days away and everyone was expecting so much from you, you who never even asked to be here. Obviously you weren’t good enough for this, obviously they should’ve chosen someone better-

Asmo cuts you off there, pushes against your shoulders until he can see your expression and cup your face in his hands. He’s not having you put yourself down because you’re struggling with work that the centuries-old demons also had a hard time with, not on his watch, and he tells you just as much. When he’s done half-scolding you, his expression softens and he offers whatever help he can. He’s sure he can rope Satan or Lucifer into helping out, and if not he can charm the examiners into giving you a better score... he keeps going until some of his silly advice gets you to snort out a little laugh, and then he relaxes.

He lays back and pulls you down with him, sighing as he instructs you to take a nap, and then after you two can go out shopping and you’ll figure everything out as you strip Majolish bare of its new wonderful outfits. And Asmo keeps to his word. As you’re trying things on he talks through the stall walls, proposing different ideas to you whilst simultaneously boosting your confidence as he compliments you and finds the perfect outfits for you.

Asmo makes it clear that if ever you should need a distraction, just give him a call - there’s always something better to do than reading over textbooks, and he’ll throw in study sessions so long as you’re there to spend time with him. Anything to make you feel better.

Beelzebub

Beel was in the kitchen, clearing out the fridge as usual when he heard a muffled thud against the wall. He pauses, turning to look in that direction, and realises that its the wall attached to your room.

He’s outside your door in no time, and taps nervously against it with his fingertips before opening the door slightly and calling in to ask if you were okay, and could he come in please? He hesitates when you don’t respond, but decides to head in anyway, because you might be hurt and any embarrassments he’s sure the two of you could live with, but with an injury there was no guarantee, not for a human.

There are books everywhere, the room as messy as he’s ever seen it, and you’re... nowhere to be seen. Not until he hears a sniffle and rounds the corner into the dining room section, and finds you curled up in a ball against the wall, face against your knees. He’s quick to back away, worried that he’ll upset you more, but then Beel kneels down a few paces in front of you and leans forward to tap your arm.

You flinch and look up immediately, pulling your knees closer to your chest until you realise its him, and then you just look guilty. Beel’s chest hurts, he feels horrible - what happened to make you feel like this? Could he help, or should he go get someone else? He asks just as much, voice somewhat broken over the questions as he hesitates. He doesn’t get this anxious often, but right now you remind him of Belphie a few thousand years ago, and he doesn’t know what to do with that.

He pushes the thought away and slides closer, sitting against the wall beside you. His presence might not help, and he waits for you to tell him to leave, but after a while you press against his side and he opens his arms to you and holds you as tight as he can until you feel a little bit okay again. And then he asks, again, what’s wrong, and he waits for you to tell him, shaking but as patient as can be. You open up to him slowly, and he listens.

Beel doesn’t know how to help, doesn’t think he’d be a good tutor for you, doesn’t know how to relieve the stress really. But, he promises his arms are always there if you want a warm hug, and... he is sure that there is some resolution to be found, but for now you should just do your best and that’s all anyone could expect from you, and if anyone doesn’t like that then... he’ll be your bodyguard, ready to defend you at any moment. He was good at that, sometimes.

Beel smiles at you and gives you the warmest smile he can manage before tucking your head back against his shoulder or chest. He tells you to rest for a little while, and then you can try working again later. Whilst you’re asleep, he pulls out his D.D.D. and messages Belphie asking for advice, and then Lucifer. By the time you wake up, he’s got a few tips from the brothers and a tutoring timetable is being organised by Lucifer for the two of you, so that you wouldn’t be alone.

Belphegor

Belphie doesn’t know why he was on his way to your room, and he stops thinking about it the second he throws the door open and sees you crying. He’s too tired to put the pieces together as he looks around, too tired to really take in the room, but he’s on high alert when he runs over and wraps you in his arms, looking around properly to see if anyone was there, if anyone had hurt you.

You can hear him growling in the back of his throat until he slowly relaxes, shoulders lowering as he takes in how messy your room is. It must’ve been you, he decides, holding you closer to him. A demon would’ve left this place in a horrible state. But nothing was torn, just scattered around.

He’s more awake when he pulls you over to the bed and immediately lays down with you on his chest. He doesn’t get what’s wrong yet, but he’ll figure it out. He wills his powers, his sin’s influence, over you until you’re drowsy and fall asleep, still sniffling occasionally, and then he starts to work things out.

By the time you wake up, Belphie apologises for how disorientated you might feel. He probably should’ve talked to you first before making you fall asleep. He smiles sheepishly at you, but the concern in his eyes is only thinly veiled, and you can see through to it.

“So, school, huh?” he asks, lopsided smile almost teasing. He wants to make you smile, or laugh if he’s lucky. Instead you make a frustrated noise and press your face into his chest again, and he pats your head to comfort you. You hear him swallow before he pushes against your shoulders to get you to look at him again.

He’s not hiding so much when he asks what’s wrong, and he listens as you stumble through an explanation before sighing and asking if you want to take another nap. He grins when you glare at him, before adjusting you both so you’re sitting up again. “Let’s get to work, then. What subject is first?”

Belphie isn’t the best at a lot of the work, and he’s missed a lot of classes, but he’s a decent help and he keeps your stress down by cracking jokes and patting your head when you do well. He’s a comforting presence, and if you get overwhelmed again he leans his elbows against the desk, head in hands, and suggests you take another nap with him because he could really use one right now. He laughs when you swat at him and tell him to focus, and then looks at you and tells you that you can come to him if you need help, anytime. Don’t wake him up if he’s deep asleep, though - get Mammon or someone stupid to do that, he jokes, just in case he lashes out.

In future, Belphie will tap on your door when he knows you’re studying and, although he often falls asleep at your desk or just immediately heads over to your bed to nap, he gives off a comforting aura that makes the work a bit bearable for longer.

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haruchiyos · 3 years

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Miya Osamu

Welcome to Az’s Male Manipulator Monday! Every Monday I will be posting 1-2 drabbles of Hq, Jjk, Aot, Mha, Kny, and HxH boys as toxic assholes. I’ll also be taking requests as to which characters I should write for — throw them in my inbox if you’re interested! At the end of this post you will find a hyperlink to apply for my taglist if you’re interested in being notified for this weekly series!

Disclaimer: I do not condone the behavior portrayed in this series. All characters should be considered as out of character, as these drabbles are in no way accurate to their canon portrayals. Consider this an AU of sorts.

Warnings: gaslighting, mention of oral, dubcon (reader is tipsy), unrequited love, overall toxic behavior, fingering, force

Minors DNI

A rhythmic squelch echoed off the walls of the only vacant room you and Osamu could find in the midst of another boring party. The two of you found homage upon some poor bastard’s bed, you spread deliciously across your date’s powerful thighs. His thick fingers plunged in and out of your heat, priceless rings glistening with your essence. You groaned wantonly and rested the back of your head against his shoulder; the warmth from the stimulation accelerating through your veins. A deep rumbling resonated against your back as he chuckled, free hand shifting to hike your skirt further up to fully reveal the lewd actions taking place beneath it.

“Look at that Y/N... so wet already, I love how reactive you are to me,” he purred and paused in his ministrations to lick against the shell of your ear.

Love, huh? The word seemed foreign coming from his lips. You wondered if he had ever known what it felt to love and be loved by someone — probably not. He hated it after all; having grown to see all emotional attachment as a form of blindness that only served to cripple and distract him from achieving his true goal: power. Love was a waste of time in your ‘lover’s’ mind and you knew that.

You were eye candy, a pretty little accessory to hang off his arm at parties that also served as a great fuck later into the night. That was the arrangement from day one. Miya Osamu was a sought after bachelor, one slip up on your part would result in immediate replacement — yet that fact couldn’t extinguish the growing affection you felt for him.

No strings attached was the number one rule of your engagement. it was cruel really, how could he expect you not to fall for him when his passion and love was so utterly intoxication — even more so than the five thousand dollar bottle of wine the two of you finished an hour ago.

A sudden sharp pain ripped through you as he harshly pinched your clit, pulling you violently from your thoughts. “You know I don’t appreciate being ignored.” he growled and ran his lips along your fluttering pulse. “What’s bothering you?” he asked, fingers resuming their languid movements tracing along your slit and gentle rolling your clit between his thumb and forefinger.

Maybe it was the alcohol that finally gave you the courage to confess, or maybe it was the mental exhausting of having hidden your feelings from him for months — in reality it was both.

“Honestly...” you pulled away from his hold and shifted to face him, knees planted on either side of his hips and wet cunt nestled against the bulge his Dior slacks contained. “I broke the rules: I’m in love with you.” you stated dryly know that this was the end.

“I’m going to pretend I didn't hear that,” he stated flatly as all previous heated passion vanished from the room, leaving you vulnerable in a frigid atmosphere.

“I’m in love with you Miya Osamu,” you repeated with more force, knowing that despite what he said the damage had already been done.

“No you aren’t,” he growled his grip on your plush hips growing more and more violent as his emotions began to boil over.

“Don’t ruin a good thing for yourself Y/N,”

“I won’t take it back,” you stood firm.

“Shut. Up.” he seethed and you flinched as he took a vice like grip on your face — his vascular hand preventing you from arguing further.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, you're drunk.” a shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his belt being discarded across the room and a zipper being undone soon after, “guess I’ll just have to shut you up myself.”

His grip shifted to your hair and he forced you further back on his thighs before pressing your head downward until you were face to face with his erect cock, “Suck Y/N, I won't ask again.”

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mikalara-dracula · 3 years

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If you do headcanons or scenarios (whichever is okay with me) may I ask for one (you can choose) of Yuma Mukami from DL cuddling to comfort the reader during a bad rain/thunder/lightening storm? Maybe it turns a bit romantic?

Yuma Mukami comforting his s/o during a thunderstorm

Hi there, Anon!

Thank you so much for requesting. I’m so sorry for the long wait. I have 10+ different asks in my inbox and I finally managed to get to yours. I figured I’d do a headcanon for this. Hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to request again anytime. :))

Stormy nights full of rain, thunder, and lighting were not your thing.

It was a fear you had for as long as you could remember, and you hated it in all honesty since a storm always had to happen at some point in order for nature to continue.

You kept tossing and turning hiding yourself under the covers, a yelp escaping you every time you saw a flash of lighting or heard a thunderclap.

You knew you couldn’t spend the rest of the night this way, you needed to do something about it.

Even though you didn’t want to bother him since he was probably asleep, but with continuing to think about it and with the storm not ceasing, you decided to go see your boyfriend Yuma.

Hopefully he wouldn’t mind you coming up to his room at this hour, your figure hauling itself out of bed as you hesitantly approached the door, shuttering and nearly screaming every time you heard a thunderclap as you made your way to his room.

Soon enough, you found your way to his door, it being ajar with the light still on. Upon opening the door, you found your boyfriend watering a plant in his room, his gaze lifting as he saw you walk in.

“What are you up to, little pig?”

“You’re still awake?” You’d ask.

“Well yeah.” He’d smirk. “Vampires don’t sleep at night.”

You said nothing, but he quickly asked, “So, what’s up?”

“I . . . couldn’t sleep . . . .” You found yourself trailing off, not having the courage to get to the point. “Well, it’s-,”

A smirk played on his lips, his figure coming towards you, “Oh, I get why you came up here.”

“What’re you-,”

“C'mere little pig.” His toned arms wrapped around your figure, pulling you into him as he gave you a grin. “Guess my little pig is needy on a night like this.”

Knowing what he was hinting at and that that wasn’t the reason, you pushed him away as a look of confusion grew on his face. “Yuma, that’s not what I came here for.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s . . . well . . . .”

“Tch! Spit it out. It doesn’t take that long to-,”

“The storm! I’m scared of the storm!” You’d finally admit, the look on his face changing into one of even deeper confusion, almost as if finding your reason to come up here strange.

“What?! You’re scared of a little storm?!”

A fierce thunderclap roared causing you to shudder as you’d mutter with a somewhat witty tone, “Not exactly what you’d call ‘little’, Yuma.”

“Hey, little pigs shouldn’t be talking back to their owners.” He’d remark, another thunderclap rumbling as it caused you to shiver and cover your eyes, a small whimper escaping from your lips.

Even though Yuma couldn’t understand why you were afraid of the storm, your frightened expression made something in his undead heart tug.

Feeling bad, he’d sigh, “C’mon, get in the bed.”

He’d cross his arms behind his neck, walking over to the bed as he’d inform, “You can stay here for the night.”

Expecting you to move, he soon turned and noticed you were still standing still, being apprehensive to move.

“What?” He’d question. “Are you coming or?”

“Well, it . . . .” You found yourself trailing off again, his offer causing you to feel somewhat hesitant. You both had never shared a bed before so it wasn’t something you were particularly used to, the situation making you feel a little nervous.

“Tch! Out with it already.”

You blushed, looking down as you managed to croak, “Well . . . it’s just that . . . we’ll be sleeping in the same bed and . . . .”

Yuma soon realized what you meant, causing him to facepalm. “My god! Give me a break. I’m not in the mood.”

Recalling what he said to you earlier, you sassed, “Oh really, just a second ago you were.”

“So? I changed my mind.”

You’d sigh. Sure, you had your wits, but you were feeling a little shy to just ‘get in the bed’ with him; he honestly made it sound so easy.

His figure stalked towards you again as he approached you. “Alright, if you’re not comin’, then I guess I’m gonna have to getcha myself.”

“Yuma, what are you-,”

Before you knew it, you were flung over his shoulder, your fists slightly pounding into his back as you’d say, “Put me down!”

“Hey! I get to choose how to handle my little pig.” He’d say, walking towards his bed before throwing you down onto it, your vision feeling giddy due to the impact as the mattress creaked underneath your form.

Yuma noticed your dazed state and sighed, helping you adjust yourself as you’d make yourself comfortable on the right side of his bed, still attempting to recollect yourself as you laid your head down on the pillow.

He soon slipped in on the left side and nuzzled himself close to you, your figure being turned away from him since you still felt a little nervous about sleeping next to him, the storm continued its reign of terror outside.

Now, Yuma’s not one to get super romantic, but he will show you that he genuinely cares through small gestures he’d only demonstrate to you behind closed doors.

From behind, he’d wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into him, nesting his face into the back of your neck.

Placing a kiss on your neck, he’d “Hey, you may be a handful, but my little pig is worth every bit of trouble.”

You’d smile and he’d soon turn you around to face him and pull you into his arms again, your face resting against his mute chest as he’d run his fingers through your hair in a caring manner.

Will even feed you a sugar cube to cheer you up.

But of course, mouth to mouth since he likes to steal a kiss from you, leaving you to blush.

“Geez, little pig. Didn’t know I could make you so red.” He’d grin.

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pansyslut · 3 years

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If only

femme fatale!reader x draco

requested by @beiahadid | based on the song acquainted by the weekend

warnings: spanking, choking if you squint, penetration, lap dance, guns

baby you're no good

'cause they warned me 'bout your type girl

he watched you as you seductively swayed your hips against the girl next to you. moving your body suggestively as you caress yourself from your breasts all the way down to your center.

the club was dim and was only lit with red lights which was only adding to your desirable look. you turned around and grabbed the girl by her waist drawing her in close to you. kissing up and down her neck slowly and making your way to her breasts. you licked up to her ear and whispered seductively to her.

draco watched in awe as he couldn’t help but wonder what you had whispered to the girl. his eyes couldn’t help but dart across your figure. to your ass, to your waist, to your lips. he wanted so badly to take you home tonight.

realizing he was lost in his thoughts, he looks back up and meets your eye. winking at him, you saunter off to the VIP area. his disappointment was short lived as he saw a bouncer making his way over to him, telling him that his presence was requested.

pushing past the diamond curtain beads and the VIP door, he finds you draped on the sofa smoking a blunt. with hundred dollar bills scattered on the floor, he almost thought you were a prostitute. but glancing over you, he realized you held yourself different. your whole demeanor screamed importance and elegance. you looked so sure, so in control.

you got me puttin' time in, time in

nobody got me feeling this way

you probably think i'm lying, lying

i’m used to bitches comin' right 'way

he was so used to feeling dominate around women- used to feeling so powerful. a small part of the man felt unease. pushing the thought away, he walks over to you and sits down on the sofa.

finally, he realizes your attire. instead of just looking at your body, he drinks you in, taking notice of your latex dress and knee high black boots. he could see your black lace bra peaking through but forced his eyes to look away realizing he probably looked like a perv.

smirking, you propped yourself up on your elbow and looked up at him. laughing to yourself, “i’ve got to admit draco, i was expecting you to look different. it’s a shame you’re so pretty,” you say now frowning and running a finger across his jaw.

he swallows as his eyes grow confused. his mind was running wild, how the hell did she know my name? maybe i’m just that important. he realizes that you probably saw his confused expression to see you shaking your head, “but that’s not the matter now. because right now, i want to have fun.”

connecting your lips to his, all his worries fade away. he had no idea who this girl is or what she wanted but right now his whole body yearned for her. after watching her dance and her relentless teasing, he had grown painfully hard in his pants.

you push him down roughly and cradle him. ripping off his shirt, the buttons fly everywhere. feeling up and down his chest, you lean in to kiss him. he immediately obliges, intertwining your hair with his fingers as your tongues dance playfully.

i'll get you touchin' on your body

i know i’d rather be complacent

but girl i’m so glad we're acquainted

rubbing your center against his growing member, his hands massage your breasts under your dress. unzipping you and throwing your dress to the side, you start to sway your body to the music.

grabbing his throat, you sit him up and sit on his lap facing awak from him. although the music wasn’t as loud as in the club, that was the last thing on his mind. he watched you swivel your hips to the faint beat and twist around him. grinding harshly, he could see you soaking through your laced thong.

“fuck babe, you’re absolutely soaked,” he said, teasing the outer corners, daring to slip a finger in. unzipping his pants and shoving his boxers out the way, he lets his cock spring free.

you gently rub yourself over his tip, listening to him panting harder behind you. sitting fully on him but not taking him in, you grab one of his hands from behind you and placed it on your breast. now leaning against his chest, you whisper “are you gonna do something about it?”

hearing him curse under his breath, he grips your hips and throws you onto the couch. grabbing your ass as you arch your back, he send a smack to it making you moan.

“i’m done with your teasing princess,” he plunges into you making both of you moan in return. you were so used to being in control but you figured that since what was going to take place after this, you should let him enjoy himself.

getting at a good pace, the room is filled with both of your moans and the sounds of your thighs hitting each other with an occasional smack to your ass.

“look at you all spread out for me, what a whore.”

although draco was all talk, you both knew you were the one in control here. you decided you were done with listening so you pushed him out of you and stradeled him once again.

jumping up and down as you grip his hair, he runs his hands up your thighs. his hands stop moving as he feels something solid agianst your leg. you watch his eyes widen, as he finally realizes the small revolver you have strapped to your outer thigh.

pinning his hands down, you continue to bounce, chasing after your orgasm. he looked unsure of what to do but let you continue nonetheless.

finally reaching your euphoric state, you lean against his chest trying to catch your breath. you look up and meet his eyes. looking up at him innocently, you pout. “what is it, daddy? we were having so much fun.”

he watches as an evil smirk plasters your face as you lift from his lap. you stand in front of him now with only your undergarments but instead of looking at your body, this time his eyes are glued to your thigh.

he scolded himself internally for not noticing the gun before. how could he be so stupid? he fell directly into your trap and you got exactly what you wanted.

the fast life keeps gaining on me, shit (the fast life keeps gaining on me)

but ever since i met you (ever since i met you)

i couldn't believe what you did

you reach for your gun and shake your head at the man sitting in shock before you. thinking to yourself, if only men didn’t only think with their dicks.

walking around the couch, eyeing him, you take notice of the dark mark on his forearm. sighing to yourself, “i wasn’t lying before. it really is a shame-” you cut off to see him making a run towards the door. he jiggles it and bangs himself against it.

he hears you laugh wickedly behind him. turning back around, he listens to your manic, hysterical laughing. “you- you really thought,” you pause trying to catch your breath, “that i would be stupid enough to not lock the door?” suddenly your face stiffens and turns emotionless. “naughty, naughty boy. do sit down, and next time if you feel the urge to go for a run, remember i’m the one with a gun.”

your eyes don’t leave him as he slowly walks back to the couch. “like i was saying before i was rudely interrupted, it’s a shame that you value daddy’s opinion so much. i never did like a boy who couldn’t think for himself,” you say now pointing the gun in front of you.

you could tell he was trying to collect himself and stay calm but his body language screamed anything but that. gulping, he finally answers, “baby, let’s talk about this. put the gun down.”

scowling at him, “for future reference, i don’t like boys telling me what to do either,” shooting him blank in the head. walking up to him, you can’t help but admire your work. you thank merlin that the ministry sent you on the mission alone. you definitely enjoyed yourself.

as soon as they got word draco was trying to group up the death eaters again, there was immediately a warrant out for him and they sent out their best to capture him. many failed, but now you could pride yourself of the job at hand.

grabbing your coat and throwing it over your shoulder, you saunter off after throwing a wink towards the bouncers direction. oh, if only men thought with something other than their dicks.

a/n: okay i feel like this definitely isn’t my best work but i wanted to try writing something different and i feel bad for all the requests sitting in my inbox :/

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