#he falls to his knees and worships her and i cant

[yesimacreepweirdo]

Another drawing by a good friend of mine from a scene in Darkly Devoted Debster. It's a little different than the scene, but man, it's so good to see Dex and Deb together.

[redcherrykook]

── ‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ delicate seashell - beach vibe, hotel sex req.

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content: friendgroup beach trip, hotel sex, penetrative sex, sweet loving, kind of body worship, established relationship, oral (fem), "gguk" bc its hawt

note from cherry: ignore the typos pls it's late 😭

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summer hit seoul like a ton of bricks, the usual rainy weather turnings into 40 degree Celsius heat, living without aircon? Impossible.

For the first week of vacation that your work has granted, your far less busy friends and boyfriend all gather up for a trip

Fuck it, let's fly to jeju and enjoy the seaside while the sun lasts

Although blaring and someone unbearable from sweat drenched clothes, noting beats a beach day with enough suncream and fruit to cool off

"Soojin, are you gonna be ready soon?" namjoon calls out, your best friends boyfriend being just as impatient as she is,

"Seriously? We just started getting ready!" She shouts back, rolling her eyes at the closed door,

Sully who's also your childhood bestie, and you share a giggle at Soojin's typical behavior

"Baby?" a soft voice calls out for you, sticking his head into the small gap of the huge hotel bathroom, three girls still in pj's that are busy with skincare and waterproof mascara or the perfect bun all inside

His eyes only land on you, if the other two didn't speak, you're sure he wouldn't even have noticed

"Kook? You okay?" You turn, caressing his head with your hand,

"Yeah, we're gonna ahead though, if that's cool with you? Like, set up the chairs and drink station" he says, now stepped fully inside the doorframe, his hands finding your tshirt covered waist immediately

"If you promise not to look at girls in bikinis?" you raise an eyebrow, cracking into a smile shortly after

And my god did he look irresistible, already in swim shorts with that white muscle shirt that did nothing but show off his ripped body, big arms fully on display and his abs peaking out from the side of the opening

He tsk's , kissing your forhead softly

"You're crazy ma, you know damn well i only care for you" his voice is delicate when he speaks,

"Ew gross get out already" sully yells, even though she's 3 meters away from him

"Grooooosss they boutta start fucking in here" Soojin adds, making a disgusted face for you to see in the mirror

Jungkook laughs, "Sure ladies, take your time" surrendering to the fight against two very protective best friends, he leaves the room

Leaving you to continue your grwm session, 30 mins later, all three off you leave in your bikinis, bags stuffed with change of clothes, hairbrushes and something to keep you distracted

"what the fuck" your boyfriend mutters when he spots you from afar,

Even while laying on a foldable chair, just being able to make out your silhouette in the distance is enough to make him drool, willing to drop to his knees for any taste of you he can get

The dirty thoughts only become louder urges when you stand in front of him, setting your bag down,

As if the tiny, red triangle- tie up bikini doesn't already reveal enough to him, the way you bend down right there, tits almost falling out of their hold, pushed together by the bikini throws him off even more

He's sweating, nervously thinking how he would be able to keep his dick soft for hours if you're gonna walk around like that

"Baby" he says sternly, the look in his eyes letting you know that you're playing with fire, but you don't seem to care, smiling at him when you lay down on the chair right beside his,

"Ahhh, the breeze is so nice" you hum, closing your eyes momentarily to take in the roaring waves and rays of sunlight

Unable to stop himself for devouring you with his eyes, he just allows it

Tracing over your collarbones, the way your waist dips in before the squishy roundness of your hips, how your thicker thighs press up against the chair, making the string bottom appear even smaller on your covered cunt

It cant get worse, right?

Unless you decide on what you're doing right now, letting your beautiful hair out of the bun's restraint, shiny stands flowing messily over your chest area

You notice his obvious staring, looking at his needy eyes and spotting the suspicious looking bulge inside his swimmers,

Jaehyun shoots Jungkook a look as if to say "you cannot be serious" once he also notices the effect your innocent swim attire has on the younger friend

You stand up from the chair abruptly, while looking at Jungkook's dick you noticed how muscular and comfortable his thighs look,

"Baby please" he whispers into your ear, your ass planted down right on his bulge, the tiny string doing nothing to create an extra barrier

His hands move to caress your thighs, his chest pressed up against your back while he's trying his best not to grind you down on him in front of your whole friend group

"Namjoon, you need to cover my back well" Soojin says to her boyfriend when turning around and jungkook is sure he will thank her for this to the end of time, something in his brain lights up,

"Oh shit, i totally forgot about sunscreen. Lets go grab it" his finger nudges your side, a clear clue for you to agree and get up with him,

Why would you ever deny him anyways?

Your friends watch you leave hand in hand, rushing back for... the sunscreen..

"They're gonna fuck aren't they" Sully says, looking over to the rest with an annoyed look,

"Yep" Soojin answers, popping the p at the end,

"Whatever i'm going in" jaehyun announces, dragging sully up with him to push the unsuspecting girl into the water

"Fuck baby this bikini is too sexy, i can't take it" Jungkook says against your skin, immediately attaching himself to your neck the second the door shuts

He's gentle but desperate in his kisses, moving along messily but not putting on too much pressure, kissing his way all along your jawline, down to your neck and collarbones where be begins to nibble,

"So pretty, this body of yours is driving me crazy" his soft moans make your skin react, goosebumps spreading fast while you run your fingers along the muscle of his shoulder

He unties your top in no time, kissing and licking at your nipple while his hand stimulates the other one, groping and tugging on the pink flesh ws gently as he can

"Feels so good gguk" your nails dig into his shoulders, chest arching into his mouth with loud whimpers of pleasure flowing from your lips,

He responds by moaning, biting down on your nipple softly before switching sides, teasing and kissing with so much love

"I love your tits so much, they are perfect so perfect" Jungkook stops, big doe eyes looking up at you with need, one hand moves down to cup your pussy,

"let me eat it please , i wanna taste you so bad baby, please let me eat that sweet little pussy out" the way his desperation becomes evident in his pleas instantly weakens your will to tease him, nodding to him with a small bite to your lip

He wastes no time carrying you to the soft silk of the hotel bed, spreading your legs with his hands and dragging the string down from your hips,

"Mnhmm baby you smell so good" his kisses trail down your abdomen until they halt on the outside of your pussy, moving to your inner thighs instead, his hands working to caress you in the meantime

"Gguk please" you whine, squirming under the soft touch of his hands running down the inside of your thigh,

He smiles, leaning his head down between your thighs, right in front of your glistening cunt,

Thumbing your clit side to side, he takes a second to admire you, back arched just for him

"Cute pussy, all mine"

"Mghmm yes!" your high voice cries out, fingers finding his small locks and engulfing them into you, tugging at them while simultaneously pushing his head further into your neediness

"Just like that" you continue rambling, grinding your heat against his skilled, warm tongue that's working hard to lapp up all your juices

His tongue is tireldessly pushing into your hole, fucking you until you can't help but shake,

"You taste so good pretty"

"Prettiest girl" he whispers, blowing some air on your swollen clit, his cock throbbing inside his swimshorts as much as your soaked entrance

"Want your cock please baby!"

He stops, pressing a kiss to your cunt before crashing his covered lips onto yours, your hands busying with his shorts, pulling his hard on out with a sigh

Then, you turn sideways to kiss his neck, licking over his sweet spots and making him moan until he can't wait anymore, gently lowering your back on the bed and aligning his stiff dick against your entrance

"God so tight" he whines, hands getting lost in the flesh on your hips, you moan from feeling so full,

His bicep flexes while he begins thrusting into you, as needy and hot as it is, he's slow and firm nonethelss, keeping his eye contact with you

"You're beautiful" he smiles, referring to so much more than your tits slapping against each other erotically, than your little cunt drenched in slick or your soft face in the sunlight, he means everything, every little detail on your skin, that mole on your neck, that sound from your lips, the way you touch him, the way you love him

"You feel so so good, so pretty too ggukie" your moans are genuine and long, not hasty or in a rush to release

He does feel himself get close when you begin touching his torso, abs flexing with the little touches and his cock becoming more and more desperate to paint your gummy walls white

Savoring the moment with a passionate kiss, he caresses your hips and listens carefully to your moans,

"Almost there pretty, cum for me" his encouragement drives you up the edge, the, getting pushed over it by his finger drawing small circles on your oversensitive clit

You cum blissfully, coating his cock in your essence while he paints you with his, smiling into ths open mouthed, messy kiss

"Mhm.. i love you" he breathes out, kissing your cheek repeated, his softer cock remaining inside you

"I love.. you too jungkook" you reciprocrate, pressings a tiny kiss to his nose

The romantic moment is disturbed by your phone buzzing,

Soojin: did u find the suncream or did he cream you instead?

Both of you giggle, sending a selfie that shows both of you are probably naked, happy and definitely naked.

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[mothy-graves]

I LOVE the concept of obsession in a romantic way and I cant stop thinking about it and associating it with Ghost cause tism

like not obsession in the way it turns creepy and stalkerish. Im talking when it turns into WORSHIP

Aether who looks at Dew and wants nothing more than to just kiss every square inch of him. To trail his fingers over every single one of Dew’s features, any visible vein, scar, birthmark, nothing will go untouched. and Dew who would do all the same for Aether

Cirrus who every chance she gets tells Cumulus how gorgeous she is, covering her in kisses and touches. Telling her that not even the moon could so much as hope to rival her beauty

Swiss who can’t help but find himself weak in the knees for Aether and Cumulus. He’d get down for either of them, smothering his face in their tummies, leaving soft kisses and occasionally marks over them, relishing in the soft laughs and other noises he’d get in response to them

Aurora and Phantom completely enraptured in each other, Phantom sometimes unable to stop himself from just, staring at her, especially during practices when she’s singing and fuck is her voice gorgeous. Aurora who can’t help but watch Phantom’s hands work their magic on his guitar

Dew who has to pause and watch any time Rain gets a moment to be in the spotlight. Sometimes finding himself compelled to go up behind him to just inhale him and everything he is. Rain who melts into all of it and can’t even decipher how to begin to show his worship

Mountain looking over at the ghoulettes and Swiss every chance he gets, anytime hes alone with any of them making sure to smother them in his affections. Completely covering the ghoulettes with his body. He’d also play with anyone’s hair who allowed him too, absolutely loving how itd fall between his fingers

Hell, Terzo on his hands and knees for his partner, crawling towards them to kiss up their leg, trailing all the way up to their lips. Mumbling sweet nothings into their ear while cuddling. Never passing up a chance to just, touch them, anywhere and everywhere

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Hiii I love your writing so much!! If it’s possible can I request smth with red haired Cheol? I haven’t been able t stop thinking about him ever since the concert 😩

Red

requested?: yes pairing(s): choi seungcheol x afab!reader genre: fluff, smut warning(s): smut, unprotected sex (wrap it hunnies), oral (f recieving), slight mention of alcohol (wine), not proof read (i'm a lazy bitch, dont judge) summary: 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. word count: 1.8k a/n: omd his red hair is going to be the actual death of me!! hope this satisfies what you were looking for anon:). remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (P.s i am actually so sorry i haven't been active that much, i haven't had a lot of time or the motivation for a lot lately, but i promise i will try my hardest to pull myself together and write more lol, or i will let yous know if i am going on a break, but love yas and thanks soooooo much for the support and love you all are giving my account!) (Pps i got very lazy with this if you cant tell, so there isnt a lot of mention of his red hair sorryyyyy)

you were the first person to see cheol’s new hair. he had texted you to come over “urgently” but, oh boy, were you in for a treat.

you got to his house and practically pounded on the door for him to open up, when he opened the door, you looked up at his slightly taller frame urgently, asking what was wrong frantically when you cut yourself off. he was standing there, gorgeous as ever, with bright cherry coloured hair. your mouth fell agape.

he looked so sexy, it was almost like a flip was switched inside of you that made you want to worship him, fall to your knees and worship him like he was your god, because, hell, he looked like one.

“you don’t like it?” he said, and his face fell. you were quick to shake your head and take his face in your hands, kissing him passionately.

“don’t like it? honey, i love it” you say as you both pull away.

he was then even quicker to smile and grab your neck, pulling you in for another hot kiss, but this one was less like the other that was sweet and sensual, no, this one was a lot more frantic and needy. but, oh lord, none of you cared. you felt cheol’s tongue swipe at your bottom lip, asking for entrance, to which you gladly accepted. he grabbed your waist with his free hand and pulled you through the doorway into the threshold before closing the door and pinning you against it, his palm flush against your throat. you let out a small whimper as he pulled away.

“well, with that kiss, i think i can tell you like my hair, sweetheart” he teases, taking both of his hands away from your body and walking off towards the kitchen.

“where are you going?” you call out.

“you want a drink, sweetheart?” he calls out, ignoring your question, you make your own way towards the kitchen.

“you aren’t gonna fuck me?” you ask, ignoring his question as he did yours.

“not yet, gonna make my sweet girl wait, get her all worked up so she gets exactly what she wants later on tonight” he says nonchalantly, grabbing two wine glasses before grabbing a bottle of wine from the cabinet above the sink.

he then fills the two glasses up before turning around to hand you the glass, but you weren’t there. instead, you had silently made your way towards the living room, sitting on the sofa furthest from the kitchen and turning away towards the window and looking out of it. cheol made his way over to you quickly, placing the glass on the small side table beside the side of the sofa you were sat on. cheol tried to get you to look at him, but instead you looked straight ahead, where he wasn’t. cheol made his way in front of you, standing up.

you moved your head to the right hand side, again, avoiding looking at him. but cheol wasn’t having this, so he grabbed your chin with his right hand and made you look up at him. he looked down at you with a stern gaze, to which you certainly grew shy under. you don’t know what it was, but it was something about the way he grabbed your chin, or maybe it was the way he made you look up at him, whatever it was, it made you wet, and incredibly horny.

you swallowed thickly as he spoke.

“we can either watch a movie, and you can wait for me to fuck you tonight, or you don’t get to cum at all for the next week. your choice” you blinked once, then twice. he wasn’t joking.

“fine” you say and cross your arms, bringing your face down to not look at him again. cheol moved your head back up to look at him, this time more forcefully.

“fine, what, princess?” he asked

“we’ll watch a movie then” you almost grumble

“such a good girl”  he coos, smiling down at you before letting your chin go and going to close the curtains, then grabbing the tv remote and sitting next to you, putting his arm around you to pull you closer. you two then chose a movie together before settling down and watching it.

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about half an hour later, you were getting worked up. cheol was looking good, just sitting there, and it was almost impossible to stay still. you had your legs strung across cheol’s lap, so any movement you made with your thighs, he would know. you had your back against the sofa arm, cheol’s arm resting on the back of the sofa with his hand drawing soft circles on your shoulder.

it was unintentional when you did it, almost as if your body took over, but you rubbed your thighs together, and cheol looked over at you, with a raised brow. you quickly looked away and pretended to watch the movie, he knew you weren’t. you could still feel his eyes on you a few minutes later, so you decided to push your luck a little further and move your thighs again, just to create at least some friction for your growing wetness between your legs.

“fuck” you heard him mutter, and god, did it sound angelic. you did it again a few minutes later, and then again, and again, and again, until you could feel him growing hard underneath your right thigh.

but you still didn’t look at him, you couldn’t. you knew he would be angry at you, but you still decided to test your luck since he hadn’t done anything about your behaviour yet. so you did it again. this time, it earned a low groan from him, a sound you could have sworn by to be the most gorgeous thing you had ever heard.

“fuck it” you hear him mutter, before a hand is grabbing your neck, and he is on top of you, his lips attach to yours almost instantly, and you gasp. taking this opportunity to his advantage, cheol slips his tongue inside of your mouth, letting your tongues explore each other’s mouths, but it wasn’t long before cheol pulled away again, kissing and biting down your neck, it was sure to leave a mark by tomorrow.

his other free hand, glided down to your waist, to your lower stomach, pressing down to keep your hips down when you tried to grind them up against him. he was quick to rid your shirt and bra, throwing it across the room and sucking on one of your tits. the movie was long forgotten by now. the sucking didn’t last until he moved down your body again, leaving marks on the way and slowly, but surely pulling your shorts down.

it didn’t take long before he was smirking up at you.

“all this for me and i didn’t even touch you? wow princess, i’m flattered” he smirked, hooking a finger in your panties before ridding them, throwing them across the living room.

you looked down at the sight in between your legs, and fuck, did he look attractive. he was looking up at you, his brown eyes piercing into yours, you wanted him to eat you, so bad.

“please cheol” you whimper “please put your mouth on me” you almost moan out.

he just simply smirks before nodding and getting to work. he let out a low groan as his mouth came into contact with your pussy. he licked a stripe up your folds, gathering your juices on his tongue before stopping at your clit. he didn’t waste much time to getting to sucking you.

he sucked your clit as it his life depended on it, as he did most nights when you were both about to go to bed and he just climbed in between your legs and ate you out until you passed out from how much you took, how many times you came. but it wouldn’t be like that tonight, not likely anyways.

he was quick with how he sucked on your clit, and how his tongue stimulated your clit. he almost had you cum on his face, but just as your moans got louder and your sounds sped up, signalling to him that you were close, he pulled away just as fast. you whined when you felt his tongue leave, the warmth of his mouth somehow evaporating just like the feeling of your oncoming orgasm.

“good girls don’t get to cum when they were being a tease” cheol says in that teasing voice of his.

“m’ sorry, please let me cum” you whimper out, cheol just stares at you, expecting you to say more in order for you to be able to cum. “please let me cum, i promise  i’ll be good, i swear” you practically beg.

“fine, i guess i’ll let you cum since you asked so nicely” he says, feigning an annoyed sigh.

then he gets on top of you, quickly ridding himself of his shirt and bottoms, pulling his already hardened dick from his underwear. he smirked as he looked at you, having seen your pupils widen upon seeing his dick. his eyes were filled with lust and passion as he grabbed your chin for the umpteenth time to look up at him, his face was holding his infamous smirk as he swiftly slid his dick inside of you.

he waited a few seconds for you to adjust before he started moving his hips s his dick was sliding in and out of you in the most delicious way possible. but the feeling got even more delicious when cheol started speeding up so his hips were practically pistoling in and out of you, making your moans even louder. cheol leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck, still thrusting as hard as ever.

he had his hands on your hips to keep you still while he pounded into you, skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls as well as your loud moans, that were getting louder by the minute when cheol decided to put his thumb on your clit and begin rubbing harshly, making you feel ten times better. you let out an especially loud moan when he hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars, the part that made you feel like you were about to cum as soon as he hit it for the first time that night.

you felt him smirk against your neck as your moans started to get louder and louder, cheol knew you were close, but didn’t stop, chasing his own orgasm as well.

not long later, you reached your peak, your juices spilling all over his cock as you came harder than you ever had in your life, but you weren’t complaining. your vision blacked out for a few seconds as you came down from your high, seeing cheol smirking down at you, having came himself.

“holy fucking shit, that was hot” he spoke out, you said nothing but just nodded, “lets get you in the shower, yeah?” you again, just nodded as cheol picked you up and carried you bridal style to the bathroom.

[caught-in-the-filter]

My Bad, Bad Devil, You Put the Angel in You

—an angel!Killian/demon!Emma AU PWP for CSSNS21

A/N: A huge shoutout and thank you to ultraluckycatnd for beta-ing this for me, and to the mods of @cssns for giving us another year of this event!

Heads up that this has some sacrilegious uses of Biblical references, and I totally understand and respect if that's a big nope for anyone for any reason. Most of my life, it would've been a nope for me too. I mean no attack or mockery or other ill intent toward Christianity/religion or anyone who practices any form of it.

I grew up in church but I've been questioning a lot for a long time now, and this sort of became my own little personal rebellion. (I guess writing smut in general has been, but this one is on another level.) I kind of have a love/hate relationship with this fic; it was fun when I started it, but then I got frustrated and stuck, and now I'm not sure how I feel about it anymore. And maybe I'll regret it in the future if I ever see the light again or something, but for now, I've resigned to the fact that if I'm gonna go to hell (if I even believe there is one anymore), then I might as well have a little fun with it while I can.

So if this is your thing, I hope you enjoy. If not, dl,dr, and no hard feelings.

Also, I know the title is a little long, but I couldn't resist the Doctor Who reference.

Rated: E; Words: 2904; AO3

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“Well, well, what do we have here?” Emma purred, closing the distance between herself and the angel standing before her. With a flick of her wrist, she cast him back against the window and commanded the curtains to cross in front of him, spinning him so that he faced the glass before wrapping themselves around his wings and arms to restrain him.

“A daughter of the damned, getting in over her head?” Killian quipped, testing the hold of the thick cloth keeping him in place without fighting it.

“Mmm,” Emma hummed. Taking advantage of the fact that he hadn’t worn a shirt in favor of opening his wings, she reached around his waist and bent her arms upward so she could slowly rake her nails down his exposed chest. “You’re the one tied up, but I’m in over my head?” She twirled a few of his hairs around her finger and tugged, making him flinch.

“You make the mistake of thinking I’m not exactly where I want to be, love.” Killian glanced back at her with a devious smirk. “That is why you’re in over your head.”

“Oh, I know,” Emma smiled. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she lowered her hands and began to unlace his trousers. “I know you want to fall, don’t you?” She freed his hardening cock from its leather confines and slowly ran her hand back and forth along the length of him. “You want to rise and fall and lose yourself in the worst way.”

“With you?” Killian panted, already breathless under her sinfully skilled touch. “Hell yes.”

“Then you’re going to let them watch you fall from grace.” Emma gestured at the window in front of them, guiding Killian’s eyes to gaze out at the possibility of unwitting passersby spotting their activities, before taking him in hand once more. “You’re going to let them see you give all of yourself to a demon.” The guttural groan he made only spurred her on as she continued to pump him. “Unless you can’t handle it.”

Killian’s head fell back when Emma interrupted her stroking to grip his balls with a taunting squeeze, and he muttered under his breath, “God, forgive me,” as his eyes fluttered closed. Bucking his hips, he tried to coax her to go faster, “Yes, Emma, please yes,” but she smiled as she removed her hand and relished the whine that left his lips.

“An angel eager to sin.” She slipped her hands beneath the back of his trousers, kneading his ass for a moment before stripping off the leather, trailing kisses down his spine as she sank to the floor with the material. “Step.” With a tap to the backs of his knees, she removed the trousers completely and tossed them aside.

Emma ducked between Killian’s legs and twisted her body in one fluid motion so that she sat with her back to the window, greeted by his cock pointing right at her face.

“I want to taste you,” she said and lifted his cock so she could lick a slow stripe from base to head, swiping her tongue over the sensitive tip. Looking up at him from beneath her lashes, she cupped his ass and pulled him toward her as she took him into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. The staccato sounds that left his lips convinced her to hold him there as long as she could, flexing her tongue along the length of him, until she had to lean back to take a breath.

“Delicious,” Emma sighed and took him in again, and again, this time guiding him back and forth, in and out, her tongue darting out to tease his balls with each plunge.

Killian panted her name amidst a slew of encouragements, lost in the way she licked and sucked and consumed him. Her grip on his ass tightened, and he bit back a moan when her finger made its way to the center and circled its find before dipping just barely inside.

“Ooh, sounds like you like that,” she parted from him long enough to tease, continuing her carefully intrigued prodding as she asked, “shall we sodomize an Angel of God?”

“It wouldn’t—” he gritted his teeth as she gave his cock a particularly strong suck, straining against the curtains holding him at her mercy, or lack thereof, “—wouldn’t be the first time, love.”

“Oh?” Emma raised an eyebrow at him, pausing for a moment before bringing him into her mouth once more, staring up into his eyes as he watched her intently.

“Aye. Though I much prefer to give than to receive.”

Of course you would, Emma thought, the pun of angelic nature not lost on her. She hummed her assent around him and sent a ripple of pleasure coursing through his body. 

It was too much and not enough. As Emma relentlessly devoured him, Killian fought against the material holding him back. With one forceful downward motion, he tore the curtains in half and freed himself as he sought his glorious ascension.

His fingers laced into her hair, and for once, he allowed himself to take. His frantic thrusts were met with surprised and hungry moans, the vibrations of which sent him soaring over the edge.

“Ohh fuck. Fuck,” he cried as he spilled himself down her throat. He felt it when she swallowed as he held her still and his cock continued to pulse.

“Such a dirty mouth for such a pure being,” Emma remarked as she caught her breath when he at last let her go. She got to her feet and stood facing him, using her tongue to trace the lines of the cross tattoo on his chest as she rose, and she yelped when he pulled her flush against him, his arms tight around her.

“Oh, it can be much, much dirtier,” he growled, making her gasp as he gave a harsh tug to her hair and attacked the exposed skin of her neck with sloppy kisses and less than gentle nips and searing hot breath. She arched up into him, and it was his turn to pin her against the glass. His hand and hook frantically tore at her blouse while his mouth continued its expert assault as it made its way to hers and along her jaw until he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “Would you like that, demon?” he asked, slipping his hand beneath her waistband and trailing his lips down to the swell of her breasts. “Would you like my mouth on you where you’re warm and wet and wanting for me? Teasing you as you’ve done me, making you long for my cock as much as I long for the feel of you around me?”

Emma suddenly couldn’t find the words, too caught up in the thrill of hearing him, an angel, her angel, talk like that. Hoping to get the point across, she threaded her fingers through the haphazard locks on his head and shoved him to his knees.

“Shall I take that as a yes?” he grinned, holding her gaze as he lifted her incredibly short skirt and ran his thumb along the already soaked strip of lace she considered panties before pulling it down to her knees.

Emma leaned forward to allow the remnants of her blouse to fall to the floor before reaching for the support of the window once more as he canted her hips toward himself with the curve of his hook pressed to the small of her back.

Killian’s wing curled forward to assist with holding up the material of her skirt, the feathers tickling the top of her thigh, so he could focus his efforts on her aching core. Too eager to taste her, he wasted no time, choosing instead to start right with his mouth at her clit. She jumped at the unexpected jolt of pleasure, and he steadied her with his hand splayed against her inner thigh, inching his fingers toward her center.

“How can you be from Hell when you taste so divine, Emma?” he praised. “I could spend eternity quenching my deepest thirst between your legs.”

“Then shut up and quench it,” Emma barked. She didn’t really mean it, not completely. She loved his silver tongue, especially when he used it to talk dirty, but right now she craved him putting it to a different use.

“Ask and ye shall receive.” As he gave one more suck on her clit, Killian plunged two fingers inside her, soon increasing it to three as he stretched her and coaxed out more of her arousal onto his expertly explorative tongue.

“God, you’re so fucking good at that,” Emma sighed, tugging his hair as she rode his tongue and fingers, relishing the warm vibrations his pained groans and hungry moans ghosted over her sensitive skin.

“Oh no, love,” Killian said without relenting, looking up at her as he continued working her between words. “Don’t blaspheme. I’m not Him. I worship at your altar, Emma, and there’s no better place to be on my knees.”

“I like your Word better, anyway.” Emma’s head tipped back as her hips began to buck, but her moment of near bliss quickly turned into one of frustration. “No,” she gasped, shocked and almost offended as he pulled away with a smirk and stood to his feet, leaving her clenching on nothing and far from sated. “Come on, Killian, please! I thought you were all about giving! And how is this worship?”

“I meant what I said, love. I adore you, I do. But I am an angel, after all.” Killian chuckled. “We tend to enjoy when someone is brought to the edge before they’re granted their salvation. I need you begging for it.”

“Fucking tease,” Emma huffed, turning away from him with her arms crossed in front of her.

“Mmm,” Killian mused, “perhaps you are ready to receive more.” He nudged her legs apart with his own, a soft blow with the side of his foot kicking one out to the side, and Emma scrambled to reach her arms out in front of her for balance, her hands slipping on the window as her legs spread. Snaking his arms around her, he set his chin on her shoulder as he held her in his embrace and mused, “What do you think, love? Shall we bare you to them as I take you and show them what they can’t have, or should we keep this sinful skirt on and show them how eager you are to be ravished by an angel?”

“On, off, I don’t care which you’re into, just fuck me!”

“A bit of both then.” Killian pressed the side of his hook to her stomach and pulled her to him, holding her so that her back pressed against his chest. Lifting the front of her skirt, he handed her the bottom hem. “Hold this up for me, love.”

With a smirk, she took it between her teeth, stretching the waistband higher and pulling the material taut between her breasts as she leaned her head back onto his shoulder and winked at him.

“There’s a good girl.” He smiled and raised the bit between them with the tip of his hook, taking himself in hand. “You pretend you like to rebel, but you behave so well for me. Now, tell me what you want.”

“I said, I want you to fuck me,” Emma answered, slightly muffled by her skirt, frustratedly trying to swivel her hips in the hopes of getting him inside her.

He draped her skirt over his hand and wrapped his hooked arm around her once more to still her. Her annoyance encouraged him to tease her all the more, and he brushed the tip of his cock between her folds agonizingly slowly as he said, “I need you to be more specific, love. What do you want?”

“Fuck, Killian, I want your cock inside me.” Emma almost dropped her skirt when he filled her in one smooth slide, her jaw instinctively ready to fall open, but she caught herself and clenched it instead, biting down hard on the material with a groan at the sudden stretch.

“Very good.” The tip of his hook dimpled her flesh, dangerously close to piercing her, as he held her against himself and slammed into her from behind. His fingers laced themselves between hers and he caressed up the side of her body as he brought her hand to rest on the back of his neck. Emma raised her other hand in kind, and Killian moved his to her breast, kneading and squeezing it as he lost himself in the feel of her.

“Fuck, you feel fucking amazing around me, Emma. Not even heaven compares to the feel of you.” Killian licked a stripe along Emma’s collarbone and clamped his mouth over the spot, digging his teeth into her flesh. She moaned at the thought of the mark she’d wear tomorrow.

Bringing his arm back, Killian pressed it across Emma’s shoulder blades, pinning her chest to the glass in front of them with an arch in her back that jutted her ass out at him, and this time Emma did drop her skirt as her mouth opened on a loud moan at the forceful change of angles. Killian grunted and tucked his hook beneath the waistband, ripping it apart with the sharp tip and watching it fall as he pounded into her.

“I told you to hold that,” he growled against the shell of her ear. “Perhaps you are a naughty little minx after all.” Killian swatted Emma’s ass with an open palm before grabbing the reddening flesh and massaging it, in theory to soothe the sting but so roughly that she thought he might leave a bruise if he continued, one she’d be more than willing to bear as a reminder of their time for several days to come.

“Forgive me?” she teased in a mocking tone as she met his thrusts with each backward roll of her hips, almost inclined to make prayer hands at him if moving them wouldn’t risk her falling.

“Not exactly a sincere repentance, is it, love?” Killian struck her ass once more before grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging her head backward. “But it is rather tempting to grant you reprieve nonetheless.”

“Ah, so why don’t you give into that temptation, angel?” Emma gritted.

“Don’t try to persuade. Ask me for it.”

“Please, Killian, I’m so close.” Emma couldn’t take it anymore. “Make me come, angel. Please!” Emma sighed through a string of curses as Killian moved the curve of his hook to her clit, pressing the brace against her flesh just above it as he rubbed quick circles over the swollen nub.

“What say you, demon?” he asked, breathless himself as he brought them both to the brink. “Shall we chance our own breed of Nephilim?”

“Yes please,” she panted desperately. “I’ve already tasted you. I want to feel you. I want to feel you come inside me.”

“I’ll give you what you want, demon, but I want to hear you scream my name when I do, not God’s.” Killian’s mouth travelled from Emma’s neck to her shoulder and back as he pistoned his hips with abandon. His teeth scraped her flesh before he moaned against her cheek as he found his release, “Emma, fuck yes, Emma,” filling her with it and pushing it deeper as it dripped down the length of his cock.

With his brutal thrusts and relentless teasing, Emma granted his request soon after, crying out, “Killian!” at the top of her lungs as her knees buckled beneath her.

He practically lifted her off the ground when he caught her with his arm wrapped around her middle, holding her tightly as he drew every last drop of ecstasy from within her before he slipped from her core and spun her into a lightheaded kiss, caging her against the window with his arms once more.

“Well, that was fucking hot.” Emma smiled against his lips as she pulled one into her mouth to bite it playfully, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. “Who knew you had it in you, angel?” One hand anchored in his hair as the other clutched at his ass, and she pulled him closer to her so she could rut against his leg, letting their releases spill down her thigh onto his and making him groan.

“It was the other way around, love,” he joked with a certainly devilish smirk, “but I concur, it was fucking hot.” Tucking his arms beneath her legs, Killian hoisted Emma into them and carried her to the bed, tossing her not so gently onto the mattress.

Emma giggled as she taunted him with one curled finger, beckoning him to her as she spread her legs wide, an invitation he happily accepted as he knelt between them and crawled above her body with a guttural growl.

“You might just convince me of the divine benefits of your side,” Emma purred, running her hands down his sides to grip his waist, “but I think I need to witness a bit more firsthand to make sure I believe, if you’ve got another miracle in you.”

“Angels are eternal, darling,” he said. “I’ll never leave you if that’s what it takes to really fill you with the spirit.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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A/N: "Glorious ascension" to describe an orgasm? Yeah, I'm going to hell.

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[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader

felix x reader | part six of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff

↬ warnings; pregnancy, slight relation to sex, birth

↬ notes; this took so long lmfao i just had it sitting but i’m finishing up seungmin rnnn 🤓 i’ve been doing requests whew i just have EVERYTHING coming at once

u guys r really surprised 

u two had been in a relationship for four years now so this was inevitable as u two were putting off the pressure of marriage for awhile now

“woah, i’m gonna be a dad!! does this mean u have to call me daddy now?”

0_0

u r s e n s i t i v e

felix first notices this when he gives u a kiss in the morning n ur crying like two seconds after

:((

“why are you crying??!”

“you just leave so early and i miss you!!”

felix skips the day, not rly caring he just wants to cuddle u 🥺

speaking of cuddling u two r so cuddly together now

u guys just cant get enough of each other

ur at practice less often just bc of media and he thinks the house is safer for u

so the boys come over a ton more to the dorm just bc they wanna see u and spend time with u

he is so cute, whenever he sees you he’ll instantly be on his knees to kiss your baby bump and leave u with a light kiss on ur lips

u guys go to ur scan at the beginning of the second trimester

its hush hush and ofc felix has u with the best doctor hes heard of 

his hands are clammy asf, hes smiling and so dazed while he stares at the ultrasound

“look at that!! baby a and baby b!!”

felix is like, 

“oh im gonna pass out”

now he gets these corny ass JOKES like

“wow lix has really GOOD swimmers!!!”

“felix knows his way around the bedroom!!!!!!!!”

poor baby jeongin :( they are POLLUTING HIS MIND

he doesnt but this boy is scared shitless now, two babies?? thats a lot to handle

he likes to shop, a lot. 

for some reason everything is dog themed, puppies on everything and he’ll come home with bags of baby stuff everyday

lix is just so in love with your body

sweaters, t-shirts, hoodies, anything he owns, he 100% wants you to wear it

he might be a little excited at the thought of u in his clothes, it was usual but now u pregnant, he was a little MORE excited

abnormally this guy worships your body 100% 

he loves how easily you can just unravel, to the point of tears and have u begging for him to stop

ok lemme not ill start writing shit type smut anyways chile yes lix loves u A LOT in and out of the bedroom

mmm he’ll always be brainstorming names

aeygo for the babies 🥺

tons of kisses he has plenty to go around

he acquires a new skill called cooking 😣

ur his new favorite taste tester

he’ll read books for them both

tons of research on expecting twins and what to do

“hey, okay.. so i bought a pregnancy pillow, and like, i wanna use it?”

felix has this smirk, holding the huge pillow that is supposed to be a maternity one, but he much prefers himself using it as a regular pillow

he actually goes public with this, knowing that the fans adored u after being his girlfriend for so long nd u soon became a favorite for them

some shit like ‘stays meet your new members’ 😣

this guy has a knack for painting, his newest canvas is your large baby bump, doodling little flowers n hearts or animals on it, sometimes painting characters on it or whatever it may be

u two have this rly cute vlive together which consists of him painting ur baby bump, plenty of fun while he asked stays to tell him what to draw on ur bump :v

“ooh!! a ladybug!!”

he posts the finished project in nice high quality on their official instagram, showing off the many things he had painted

the dreaded bed rest comes into play

u are now nearing seven months, which meant that u should be experiencing labor or maybe labor pains soon

he takes his paternal leave, now indulging in ice-cream and gummy bears with u, rather than working out and drinking nasty smoothies

guess who has that sympathy weight 

(jk he just uses it as an excuse so he can just give up on his diet)

sleep all day

sleep all night

u two are honestly so tired for WHATEVER reason

lix is there to be a cuddle bug, pulling ur back close to his body, ur legs entwined and his hand on top of ur own that was on ur bump

its rly cute just try and picture it for a moment

u guys r trying everything to hurry and get to the end of this seemingly forever pregnancy

he’ll def buy two yoga balls instead of just one for u and he’ll bounce on them with u

who cares ab trying to hurry up y’all are having so much fun regardless of the fact u have to pee every ten minutes

u both forget the thought of it and just go with the flow

making a deal to go with the names for whomever u claimed aka baby a or baby b

i see ur guys timing to be during the summer so its miserable in ur house

its hot n stuffy

u two r just lounging n u both have popsicles, then ur just like

“oh! oh.”

it was a steady gush of fluid between ur legs and that was when the nervousness set in

u two just look at each-other in shock

“oh! we’re having a baby- um.. wow!”

he is abnormally good at keeping calm, helping u keep ur breathing steady and getting everything together 

felix is a pro.

u guys r kinda chilling in the parking lot just quiet and sort of nervous that the next time ur walking out of there you both will have not one, but two babies

“i don’t know if i’m ready yet.”

felix groans, grabbing ur hand

“ur right, ur more than ready. look at us!! parents of two in at least the next twenty-four hours!!” 

his hands r around u in a second to help u up and there to help u walk in

u two honestly decide to play games on ur phone to kill time

felix crawls into ur bed, seeing as how u looked extremely lonely, letting his arms and legs wrap around u n he’s just playing with ur hair

its honestly adorable

u two are really tired for whatever reason, falling asleep like this before u would be consumed in the late nights of being parents

these nurses wake u both up and are just like

“let’s see if we’re ready to meet ur babies!!”

felix is kinda scared but nonetheless he’ll grab ur hand and hold onto it with a smile

10cm woo!

if he wasn’t hyping u up before he is hyping u up right now

ur somewhat laughing and crying while in pain

yall r so weird

felix is there to wipe ur face with the wet cloth, or to give u a sip of water, rly whatever u need he is on it

poor baby just wants to be of help

“here’s baby a! it’s a girl!”

u two have at least a moment with her, taking in her small appearance, felix holding her out for u to see

abruptly cut off by baby b needing to make an appearance

“i don’t wanna do this again.”

“it’s alright, shh. we’re going to have two babies, two perfect ones. we have one little girl, let’s get ready for the next one, yeah? our two babies, you’re doing so good.”

they take away ur little girl while felix does what he already did beforehand

“here’s your second one!! we have a pair of sisters!”

u and felix are so overjoyed at this news, literally sobbing, u two r a mess

both r brought over to u, felix taking in the fact he’s a father of two girls, such small girls

ur both smiley while u kiss them n cuddle them, getting the nurse to take a picture of u two

ur obviously tired, felix emotionally worn out but having the brightest smiles on ur faces while u hold onto ur pair of newborn girls

he’s so proud, he’s the definition of a proud father

lix is holding onto one and he comes over to you, the other one cooing

“that’s it, my three girls.”

©️ maysdiors 2020 :: all rights reserved. do not repost my work on tumblr or other platforms.

[sopewriters]

his.

pairing: god!yoongi x reader

genre: literally just Filth

words: 1.9k

warning(s): cheating, referenced bondage, mild exhibitionism, degradation, mild humiliation, D/s, toxic relationship (if any)

“Well, isn’t this a lovely sight for sore eyes?”

You shiver from the heat of his gaze as it lights on you, setting your skin aflame and making you arch your back with aching need. The cords that wrap snug around your wrists keep you in place – tethered to the headboard of your bed, exactly where he wants you.

You bite your lip to muffle the whimper that threatens to slip free at the sight of his lips curved into a pretty smirk. You can’t – no one should be allowed to hear you. Not when you’re doing something so shameful.

“What sort of thoughts are running through your pretty head, I wonder?” His eyes narrow, and the sight makes another rush of heat flood you – this time rushing in between your legs. You rub your thighs together, a little mewl slipping from your lips as you feel how slick they are.

How long has he kept you like this, helpless and vulnerable to his suggestions? Unable to keep yourself from listening to him detail exactly how pretty you would look straddling his cock, how your lips belong on it, worshipping it? You don’t know, and you don’t particularly care either – you just need.

Insatiable little slut.

You are, and that isn’t even the worst of it.

“Y-Yoongi,” you whisper, tugging at your bindings as you struggle to reach him, to touch. “Please, Yoongi, please—”

“So soon?” Yoongi’s perched at the end of your bed, resting his cheek on his knee as he watches you, watches how you reach for him so pleadingly, so beautifully with a flush high on your cheeks. Watches your lips tremble as they shape around his name. “I didn’t think you’d have it in you. You really have no shame, do you?”

All too suddenly, he’s straddling your hips, pinning your throat to the mattress as he leans in close – achingly close to kissing you, so close – only to brush his lips over the lobe of your ear. “Going so far as to beg for another man while your husband lies beside you. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

You tremble in his grasp as he increases the pressure around your neck and your pussy throbs, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as darkness steeps into your vision. You embrace it wholly, but it’s all too much, and he hasn’t even touched you – hasn’t even let you feel his cool fingers against your heated folds yet.

“Have you even heard a single word I’ve said?” Yoongi’s saying as you gasp desperately for air, unable to summon a response. “Ah, your poor husband – he isn’t even awake to see his wife getting fucked by the very man he hates.”

He smiles sharply, then, and it’s a terrible thing – cruel and sharp – but all it does is make you want. Perhaps, weeks ago, you would have felt nothing but guilt for betraying he who lies beside you, but you can’t think of anyone beyond the god pinning you down.

“Mm, he shouldn’t have drunk so much, don’t you agree?” Yoongi murmurs, smirking down at you; both of you know he wasn’t drunk. It was you who mixed sleeping powder into his tea, after all. “Maybe he could have stopped me from making you mine.”

You’re already his, though.

“Tonight, I’ll take you back with me,” he purrs, enchanting, compelling. Your heart races from the sheer anticipation, eyes growing wide at what he implies. “I’ll fuck you into the mattress and drag you to my chambers while you still drip with my cum. And your dear husband won’t know until it’s too late.”

It is too late.

His lips press against your throat as he murmurs, “You’re already my perfect little whore.”

“Yes,” you gasp desperately as he bites down into your skin so deep – deep enough to break your skin and stain his lips red – as he finally presses his fingers into you, two at once. He doesn’t need to prepare you any further – he’s acquainted himself with your sweet little pussy over the weeks, after all – but he loves the power he holds over you, reducing you to nothing more than a hole to fuck with just his fingers.

He rules over you; your body, your mind, your soul – and you can’t escape him. You don’t want to.

He doesn’t need to ask; you can read the look in his eyes, thighs parting for him easily as he fucks you on his fingers, makes you squirm and gasp and moan in your bed. As he tilts your head to the side so you can see your husband’s sleeping visage as Yoongi slides into you, stretching your tight little hole as it accepts him.

“Greedy, greedy,” he tuts as you can your hips upward to take in more of him, smiling amusedly at you as you crane your neck for a kiss. “You know the rules, slut.”

You do. It’s the only boundary he’s ever set – he can choke you as much as he wants, on his cock or otherwise. He can play with your pussy until it’s raw and sensitive, he can fuck your throat until it aches, can fuck you right beside your own husband—

But he won’t ever kiss you. Won’t ever let your lips touch his, for all you’ve been aching for it. His eyes glimmer at every attempt, lips curving almost sweetly at you as he denies you again and again. And, pathetic as it makes you feel, you’re still drawn to him, helpless.

But you revel in the helplessness. He makes you.

“Moan as loud as you need,” Yoongi chuckles mirthfully, eyes roving over your face and taking in the flickers of pleasure that flit across it. Your wrists sting from how hard you’ve been tugging at them, wanting to touch, needing it. “He deserves to hear how good I’m making you feel right now.”

You clench tighter around him at the thought, eyes tracing helplessly over your husband’s features as Yoongi folds your legs back to your chest, making you feel so small as he bears his weight on you, fucking into you with sharp thrusts.

Your vision blanks out when he rolls his hips just right and you can’t hold back your voice any longer, sobbing out in pleasure as he locks onto his target and makes sure to let his cock strike at that perfect angle. It makes your hands tremble with the effort not to scrabble against each other as you’re forced to stay still; forced to accept whatever he chooses to do with you.

And, terrible as it may be, it makes you burn.

“You know what to do,” he smirks down at you, pleased at how you tremble for him, sing for him. He loves how needy you get, the closer you are to your release – loves that he can command you to do what he wants with the crook of his fingers. And when you’re like this, drunk on lust, on the pleasure he bestows upon you, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him.

And that includes tearing your pride to tatters with your own two hands.

“Please,” you beg shamelessly, unable to stop yourself; you need it so bad. Already, you squeeze around the god’s – around your god’s – cock at the thought of being fucked full of his cum, feeling his warmth in you. “Please, fill me up – need to cum, please, f-fuck!”

Yoongi smiles down at you, and the sight is nearly enough to have you cum on the spot – and he knows it. He knows how much you love that look on his face; the tiniest curve of his lips that belies his true fondness, his possessiveness. You’re his, in every sense of the word, and he treats you as such.

“You can do better than that, surely.” He chides gently, and you shake your head desperately when he pauses in his thrusts, unable to help the whine that leaves your lips at how empty you feel without him inside you. “I’ve taught you what you need to say; my greedy little whore can speak her mind around me.”

You bite down on your lips to stop a sob from ripping out of your throat, though a single touch is enough to have the tears streaming down your cheeks. You’re shivering from the pleasure, the sparks dancing up your skin from how sensitive you are from having been subject to this god’s whims for so long.

“Please, please, please,” you sob and it’s worth it, seeing the pride on his face as he hears your voice breaking around the words – you’ve put that expression on his face – and it’s more than enough to bolster you on. “Please let me – a-ah – let me feel good p-please, want my pussy fucked nice and full of your cum Y-Yoongi, I—”

You break off, keening when he touches your clit properly, rolling it carelessly between his fingers as he rolls his hips against yours.

“Perfect,” he shivers in visible pleasure at the naked want on your face – it fuels him, makes him feel nothing short of victorious, high on the thrill of claiming his prize so openly. “What a perfect little cockslut – you’ve never felt satisfied with this bastard’s tiny dick anyway, but you have an actual cock to worship from now on, and you like that much better anyway.”

He isn’t asking you – he’s telling you how you feel – but the thought sends a bolt of heat through you and you nod shamelessly at what he says, hips canting upwards so his cock will nudge deeper into you with every thrust. He notices this, of course, but he says nothing – just permits with a curious tilt of his mouth.

“Never needed him anyway,” you say breathlessly, tugging harder at your restraints so you can lean into his touch, run your hands over his perfect form in turn, but you know he won’t let you go – not unless that’s what he wants. “Oh, y-your cock s’all I ever wanted, thank you, thank you, thank you—”

You don’t even realize why you’ve seized up, tears falling down your cheeks as you tremble all over, heated inside out – not until Yoongi chuckles and wipes curiously at the damp skin. “Moved to tears, are we? Did you really want to cum that bad, you little whore?”

And with growing shame you realize that he’s exactly right – you can feel it, the unnatural dampness between your legs – you’ve gone and squirted over him, over a deity. Yoongi can probably pick up on your fear, because his cock twitches inside you – and despite yourself you squeeze hard around him.

“M’sorry,” you slur weakly, wrists falling limp as he reaches out, touches your cheek with inquisitive fingers, runs them over your parted lips. Your head is spinning, and you’re so tired.

He hums noncommittally. “For being such a useless slut for cock? There’s no need to apologize for being yourself, so don’t preoccupy yourself with that.”

“For now—” He leans over and runs a hand over your forehead, through your hair. “Sleep.”

It’s laced with a firm command, and you’ve already lost. Before you can even think to respond, your eyes flutter, slowly falling shut. But, even as your vision blurs, you’re unable look away from him. You’re his, after all.

Your chest rises and falls slowly, a picture of tranquility. He appraises you, dark eyes glinting. Yes. You’ll take wonderfully to your new home. And if you don’t—

Well. 

A few more days spent in his bed will be enough to thoroughly convince you.

written by: midnight

[fruitcoops]

would u write about the night of remus’s first goal and sirius just WORSHIPPING remus

Did someone say 3200 words of Coops being comfortable around each other even while ~spicy times~ are happening and the start of a 3-part smut series? No? Oops :)

Credit for Coops/ Sweater Weather goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut, a rampant praise kink, and both people laughing during sex

The Lions were everything to Sirius. They were his brothers, his family, his whole life. With Remus on the team, that feeling had only grown, and celebrating a win with them brought a sense of euphoria that was unmatched by pretty much everything.

And yet he wanted to be anywhere but the locker room right then.

Talker and Remus were laughing on the other side of the room while the cubs chanted “Loops, Loops, Loops!” at the top of their lungs; Remus’ two goals had given them the edge they needed to crush the Badgers 6-2 in the first game of the season; Sirius was bursting with pride, but the wait was killing him.

His leg bounced up and down as he zipped and unzipped his duffel for the millionth time. Remus was flushed with victory and alight with latent adrenaline—Sirius felt a little guilty for wanting to pull him away from the celebration that he rightfully deserved. You’re beautiful, he shouted internally. You’re so beautiful and how am I supposed to wait a decent amount of time before dragging you home?

“The fuck are you scowling at?” James laughed as he leaned over his stall and smacked Sirius on the shoulder with his glove. “Hey, earth to Cap. We won the game, man.”

“I know, I know.”

“We won by a lot.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your fiancé scored two perfect goals, I don’t see the prob—oh. Ohhhh.” His eyes widened and he bit his lip mischievously. “I get it now. Hey, Loops!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Sirius hissed as Remus looked over at them. His smile softened when he saw Sirius. Pretty, was all his brain supplied.

“Sup, Pots?” he asked, wandering over and running a hand through his hair.

“You two should head home early,” James said faux-casually.

Remus frowned. “I thought we were going to get dinner with the team?”

Sirius died a little inside at that, but it was fine. You’re the captain, he reminded himself. You have to be part of team events.

But I don’t want to, the hyped-up, besotted, and incredibly horny part of him whined.

“Nah, I’ve got to plan for…Lils and I’s anniversary. Also, nobody really made final decisions on where we were going anyway.” It was clearly a lie, but Sirius appreciated his effort.

“Okay,” Remus said suspiciously, drawing out the word. “Is this some sort of prank? Are you trying to get me to leave so you can fuck with my stall or something? If I find anymore shaving cream, I swear—”

“Oh, my god,” James groaned, grabbing Remus by the shoulders and giving him a little shake. Thinnest patience in the world, Sirius thought wryly. “Go home. Celebrate. Please get railed by your fiancé before his grumpy vibes seep into the walls.”

Remus’ eyes went wide and he looked down at Sirius, who was desperately trying to suppress a blush. “Wha—you—oh. Okay. Um, yeah, that’s cool.” His eyes narrowed when he turned back at James. “Bold of you to assume he’s doing the railing. Stereotypes, much?”

“That’s your issue?” Sirius asked incredulously.

James rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry. Please go home and get laid or do whatever it is you do to banish the cranky captain aura. Better?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Remus glanced back to Sirius. “Are you ready to head out?”

“He’s been packed for ten full minutes,” James said, turning him around and pushing him toward his stall. “Go.”

“Was that really necessary?” Sirius sighed as Remus packed his bag in a rush.

“I could have yelled it across the room,” James pointed out. “Also, you should be thanking me.”

“Thank you for not being as much of an asshole as you could have been.” Sirius stood up and knocked their foreheads together. “You played really well tonight, by the way.”

“Thanks, Captain,” James teased, giving him a little push. “Not a bad start to the season, eh?”

“Not bad at all.”

“Baby, you ready?” Remus asked, his voice a little tight as he slung his bag over his shoulder. Heat flashed through Sirius’ body and he gripped the edge of the stall; next to him, James started snickering. “Shut it, Pots.”

“Have fun, you two!” James called as they headed for the door.

“I’m telling Lily you forgot your anniversary!” Remus shouted back over his shoulder while Sirius dragged him along by the hand.

By the time they made it to the parking lot, Sirius could feel his heartbeat in his ears. He crowded Remus against the passenger door and pressed a hard kiss to his lips, gripping his waist and grinding slowly until their breaths came in short gasps.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” Remus panted as he pulled on Sirius’ lower lip. “Any particular reason?”

“You. Just—you.” Sirius moved to his neck and Remus keened as he nibbled along his jawline and throat. “You have no idea how good you look on the ice. That first goal was perfect, and then you got another one—”

Remus laughed, combing his fingers through the curls that fell into Sirius’ eyes. “Now you know how I felt for months. We should definitely get in the car or else I’m getting on my knees right fucking now and that’s going to be embarrassing for us both.”

Ten incredibly tense minutes later, Sirius was fumbling with the house key as Remus kissed his neck and slid his chilly hands under the back of his shirt. As soon as the door swung open, he spun around and dragged him inside, kicking the door closed behind them and all but slamming Remus against the wall.

“Have I told you recently how much I—hnnn—love that you’re a switch?” Remus’ breath caught as Sirius pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor next to their shoes.

“Ditto.” Sirius felt him wobble a little and grinned. “Sweetheart?”

“Mhm?”

“We should go upstairs.”

Remus sighed and let his head fall forward onto Sirius’ shoulder. “Since when are you reasonable?”

“Since we need a bed as soon as possible.”

“We do?”

“We really do.” Remus grabbed Sirius’ hand and they practically ran to the stairs, pausing every few moments to kiss or bump against whatever they left laying around earlier that afternoon. Hattie cocked an ear when they passed her, but she settled back down—it was far past her bedtime. They made it halfway up the staircase before Remus pressed Sirius’ back into the wall, kissed the living hell out of him, and pulled his shirt over his head. “Twenty more feet.”

“Right here.”

“Twenty more feet and I’ll get you off twice.”

Remus’ breath audibly rushed out of his lungs and a full-body shiver ran through him; Sirius took advantage of the pause to take his hands and guide him backwards up the remaining stairs and into their bedroom. “Is this how you always felt after games?”

“Winning ones, yeah,” Sirius managed as he pulled Remus’ belt off with a sharp snap. Remus’ pupils dilated at the sound, and he raised his eyebrows. “Are you okay?”

“Totally okay, but I’m going to be laying awake having a very interesting inner monologue later,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Whew.”

“You’re going to be too tired to do anything once I’m through with you.”

Remus bit down gently on the side of his neck. “Promise?”

“You’re so fucking kinky, holy shit.” Sirius’ stomach filled with butterflies and he picked Remus up—the bed bounced as he dropped him on it, hovering over his heaving chest. “I love watching you skate, you know.”

“Clearly.”

“You were incredible out there.” Their jeans and socks came off quickly until only boxers were in the way. He carefully lowered himself and Remus’ leg jerked up on reflex as he ground down in a hard roll. “So fast, so graceful. They always underestimate you.”

“I am not going to last if you keep that up.”

“Yes, you will. You know why?”

A spark of interest lit in Remus’ eye. “Why?”

Sirius leaned down next to his ear. “Because you’re good.”

“Oh, fuck,” Remus breathed, canting his hips upward until Sirius shifted so the heels of his palms pressed against those sharp bones and held him down. “My heart is beating so hard right now.”

“I know, I can feel it,” Sirius laughed as he moved to kiss Remus’ throat and collarbone, which caught the moonlight through the bedroom window perfectly and cast shadows on the left side of his chest. “Mon coeur. Do you have the lube?”

Both of them winced as Remus’ hand smacked against the nightstand in his rush and Sirius kissed his knuckles, rubbing away the redness with one hand while uncapping the lube with the other. He scooted down the bed until his shoulders fit between Remus’ thighs—his thighs, holy fuck, Sirius had almost forgotten about those—and ran a light finger down the front of his boxers.

Remus twitched as Sirius leaned in to mouth at the hard line of him and ran one of his hands down the soft skin on his inner thigh, but he couldn’t move much and that only turned him on more. He squeezed tightly once with a desperate, half-gasped plea, then relaxed as Sirius kissed the inside of his knee. “Deep breaths, sweetheart. You’re doing so good.”

“I am?”

“You are, I promise.” Sirius slid back up until they were face-to-face and began pulling Remus’ boxers down as he kissed each of his cheeks. “Hey. You scored two goals tonight.”

“I did,” Remus said with a foxlike smile.

“I think that calls for a certain degree of celebration.” Sirius pushed his finger in at last and Remus arched his back, practically begging him to push him down again with a silent challenge. “I promised to get you off twice, right?”

“You did.”

“Except you also won the face-off.” Sirius couldn’t keep a smile down as Remus’ eyes widened. “Think you can do three?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded, his eyes glazing over as Sirius added another finger. “I’m going to win every single game we play if this is what ha-happens do that again baby please.”

“Really? You’ll win every game?” Sirius crooked his fingers again and drew a low groan from him.

“Yes. Yes, every time.”

“I believe you’ll win, but I think you’d miss topping. I’d miss it.” Remus’ hands returned to his hair and tugged lightly until he kissed him. “You always feel so good, sweetheart, and I know you like being in control sometimes.”

“Are you calling me bossy?”

“Yeah. I love it. I love you.” The words were sweet on Sirius’ lips as the sharp edges of Remus’ smile smoothed out and he practically purred beneath him. The third finger slid in without an issue; as Sirius internally lost his mind, Remus rolled his shoulders back happily. “Ready?”

“So ready, c’mon.”

The first glide was immaculate, and it only built from there. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius’ chest as he moved—the frantic fuck-me-now adrenaline rush they had arrived with had begun melting away sometime during the last ten minutes, but Sirius still buzzed with energy and he felt the slight tremble of Remus’ anticipation everywhere their skin touched.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, running his hands down Remus’ ribs. His eyes were closed and his cheeks were flushed rosy red, mussed curls tumbling over his forehead and splayed in a halo against the pillows. “Look at me, mon coeur. You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, like liquid gold.”

“Hopeless romantic.” Remus shuddered a sigh as their gazes locked and a well-placed thrust rippled through him. “Good?”

“Good.” Sirius ducked his head and laughed quickly. “I’m so fucking glad you have a praise kink, by the way.”

“Oh, really?”

“It’s the best. All I have to say is you’re taking me so well—” he lowered his voice to a satiny rumble and the tendons in Remus’ neck seized. “—and you’re a puddle.”

“I am, I am, just—just a little higher, please.”

“Look at you, using your manners,” Sirius teased. He obliged, though, and he felt Remus’ skin heat up beneath his palms as his knee pressed into Sirius’ waist.

“Oh, fuck off.” Remus shook his head with a smile and drew him back in for a long kiss.

Kissing Remus was something special. His lips were soft and demanding at the same time, growing progressively more urgent as Sirius picked up the pace and small sounds punched from his lungs.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Remus managed, tugging on his shoulder. Sirius stopped immediately, but when he went to pull out Remus placed a hand on his hip. “No. Stay.”

A tingling sensation washed over Sirius when he registered Remus’ change in tone. His voice was lower, smoother, brooking no room for argument. “Are you alright?” he ventured.

The corners of Remus’ lips quirked up and in a smooth motion, he flipped them over so he was straddling Sirius’ hips and kneading his chest with the heels of his hands. “There we go,” he said, tilting his head to the side and jutting his chin at the angle Sirius knew as hold on tight.

And then he just kind of…stayed there.

Sirius relaxed into it, settling his hands on Remus’ hips as he ground down a bit. “You can move if you want,” he said after a moment.

Remus’ jaw ticked. “I’m trying.”

Oh, shit, is it me? Sirius took his hands away, but he hadn’t been gripping hard enough for there to be light marks, let alone stop Remus from moving. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, I can’t actually…” Remus’ nose scrunched up and his thighs clenched, then quaked and gave out. “I’m okay, but I think my legs are tired.”

“From the game? Are you kidding?” Sirius leaned back on the pillows and laughed, long and loud. “Oh, sweetheart.”

“Shut up!” Remus swatted his chest, though he was laughing as well. “I can do it, just give me a sec.”

Sirius wheezed as the pressure on his chest increased and batted at his wrists. “Nope, nope, you’re going to break me. We can go back to what we were doing before.”

“I can do this.”

“No, you can’t,” Sirius snickered.

Remus readjusted himself and tried again—he rose less than an inch before the trembling in his thigh muscles took hold and sank him back down. It felt fine and Sirius was glad for the closeness, but he knew it would feel better if Remus let him turn them over.

After a moment of hesitation, Remus stared up at the ceiling and burst out laughing again. “You’re right, I’m so sore right now, this is ridiculous.”

“Come here.” He slid off him with a slight wince and Sirius sat up against the headboard, holding his arms out. He closed his eyes with a contented hum as Remus kissed his forehead and snuggled into him. “I’m sorry you’re sore.”

“It was worth it.”

“Do you want to take a break?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love cuddling with you, but I was promised three orgasms tonight and I’m still so horny.”

“Oh, thank god, me too.” Sirius guided him back to the mattress by his shoulders and grabbed the lube from where it had been abandoned at the foot of the bed. He slicked up his dick again and stroked Remus a few times as well before pushing back in with steady pressure. “Still okay?”

“Hell yeah,” Remus sighed, reaching out to trail his thumb under Sirius’ eye. “It’s always good with you.”

Sirius turned to kiss the inside of his wrist. “You’re always good for me.”

“That was smooth.” Slender fingers traveled up and tucked a stray curl back into place. Sirius hadn’t even realized it was in the way until Remus moved it.

“You’re obsessed with my hair, aren’t you,” he said, sliding his hands down to scratch lightly at the sides of his thighs.

Remus shrugged, though his hold tightened minutely. “It’s soft and it’s pretty.”

Sirius dragged his lips down Remus’ forearm, kissed the crook of his elbow, and then continued along his bicep and shoulder. His summer freckles were tragically faded, but the salty tang of sweat and Remus was more than enough incentive for him to leave small love bites in his wake. “You’re soft and pretty.”

“Hmmm, okay.” He didn’t have to look up to know what Remus’ face would look like—eyes closed, sated smile, light lines of tension through his neck and upper chest. “I love the sound of your voice when you’re turned on.”

Sirius paused. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of like thu—huh.” Remus shifted his position at the same time Sirius leaned up to look at him; whatever he did, it must have been good, because his mouth fell open in surprise. “Thunder. Um. Hmm. Can you…?” Rather than telling Sirius what he wanted, he squirmed for a second, tilting his hips up and making small, frustrated noises.

“Hold on—hold on, Re, what are you trying to do?”

“You did something really good right then and I don’t remember what it was but I’m so fucking close.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Sirius blinked away some of his own sex-induced haziness and registered the slight tremor in his hands, as well as the glassy look in his eyes.

“Oh, okay. Hey, lay back and let me take care of it. Tonight is all about you.” He pulled Remus’ hands up to his back and pulled his leg up around his waist, tracing the muscle divots lightly.

What did I do before? Sirius thrusted in with slow, deep rolls while he thought. He had been leaning to the side a bit, and then Remus lifted up slightly…oh. Smug pride filled his veins as he kept one forearm firmly across Remus’ navel and brushed the other hand over the top of his dick.

“Yeah, that,” Remus said weakly as he stretched his arms over his head.

“This is it?” Sirius added a little extra pressure to his arm and his dick throbbed in response. “Good job, using your words.”

“Mmm.”

“How close are you now?” he asked, running his palm around the head until Remus’ legs jolted around him.

“So close,” he whispered. “C’mon, just a little more, pleasepleaseplease.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Sirius said, sliding his hands beneath Remus’ lower back and propping him up an extra inch for the best angle. “Come for me.”

His harsh grip on the sheets relaxed as he came, eyelashes fluttering and mumbling under his breath. Remus didn’t fall apart or seize up, just melted into Sirius’ arms with a low moan. Sirius didn’t even realize his own orgasm was approaching until he heard his name on Remus’ kiss-swollen lips and the world vanished for a moment.

When he came back into himself, gentle fingers were running through his hair. “Sweetheart,” he said fondly. He pulled out nice and slow, but remained a boneless weight on top of Remus.

“Hey, handsome.” Remus’ voice was scratchy.

“Congratulations on your first goal.”

“I thought that was just for the face-off?”

[theyanderespecialist]

Control (One Shot) Angel Dust X Marie OC (Hazbin Hotel) (Yandere)

(Marie's POV)

I was dancing on the pole and moving flawlessly. I wink at the guys when it is time for my break. I smirked and went to the bar and sit next to angel.

Immediately my proper posture slumped as I let out a groan. "ugggggggggggggggg I'm so tired...I feel like I got six different STDs from that pole." I said looking at him as I raised my hand for a drink

The bartender gets a drink. "Val really needs to have those poles clean." He agrees but seemed more bummed out than normal.

I stopped as I looked at him. "Ange? Everything okay?" I asked as I turned in my chair fully to look at my friend.

"I just it been a long week, hitting me hard especially since I am now trying to get clean, I wish just once I could be in control and choose who I sleep with and take the lead. Not be a toy for demons to use a cum dumpster."

He tells me and sighs.

I looked at him, my lips turning to a frown as I take his hands in mine. "Ange..How much you owe? I can pay for it, you can take some weeks off--."

"No, No I can't."

"t-Then tell me what you want, I'll do it yeah?" I said.

(she probably thinking he'd ask for like..her to pay for his food for a week XD

(XD How wrong she was)

"I want to be in control of sex but I cannot ask that of you." He says and I bite my lip.

"Let's do it then." I say blushing with a smile.

'huh?"

I looked away. I never actually had sex yet.. But Angel was a friend. "I-I said let's do it. ah unless you don't want to have sex with me that's okay I mean I don't even know your orientation, but for this week, you can order me to do things, it doesn't even have to be sexual, just give you that control." I said smiling. "we'll start now." I said smiling as I sat waiting.

"Let me kiss you?" He seemed to be asking I nodded and closed my eyes

(He XD he didn't waste any time XD)

(XD)

I lean in as I wait as it seemed like minutes passed before feeling his lips on mine quickly.

(she just is trying to help a friend XD)

(XD she a good friend)

I gasp but kiss back and we start making out. His tongue slips in my mouth. I smiled as I would admit it was..it was a bit embarrassing to do so in public but I was happy he seemed to be enjoying himself..but he soon pulled away as I open my eyes.

He was grinning ear to ear. "I been wanting to do that since I met you, you taste sweeter than I thought~"

I felt my face burning as I could only let out a squeak but I mean, he seemed so much happier.

(See, you just gave him 7 days of control. girl XD)

"Your shift almost over?" He asks.

"Yeah It is." I say and he smirked and picked me up bridal style.

I let out a noise of shock as I grabbed him as he smirked.

"Good, is it okay if I stay at your place--" he stopped himself in that question. "actually, I'm going to stay at your place." he said.

(time skip)

I sigh as I get in already seeing the lights on as I smiled again. Knowing Angel was happy and seemed so confident, it made me proud.

I make it inside but then see roses on the floor leading to the bedroom where romantic music was playing.

(Damn angel XD Talk about romance XD)

I look inside as I see Angel. "Angel?" I asked as he smirked at me.

"Hey there, well don't just stand there~" he said as I walked in.

"Today is my last full day I want you to be my first time with a woman where I am in control and I want to be your first and I will." He says. "Strip for me beautiful."

(and what he's failing to mention is..he's also her only XD and I think he knows at this point XD she's not going to be taking control XD

(XD This is the final test XD)

I blushed. I mean really all he's asked for is kissing, maybe sneaking a grope in once or twice, this was the first real sexual charged order..but I was excited.

I walked in, putting down my purse as I shrug off my coat, I smiled at him, going over and standing right in front of him as I pull off my shirt, letting my hands run along my breasts as I unhook my bra, leaning in as I pull down my skirt and my panties as I go to remove my stockings. "No, I think you should keep them on." he said as I stop and smile.

(oh he one of those kinky guys XD he ain't into feet..but he into thigh high stockings)

(XD)

I nodded my head and he tells me to get on my knees. I blush but nod and fall to my knees in front of him.

"Crawl to daddy~" He says and I blush but do so and Then her smirked as I was in front of him. "Pull down my underwear with your teeth~"

I blush darkly as I shudder as I get his boxers in my mouth with a good grip as I managed to pull them down, my face red and my heart hammering as his cock sprang free.

"Show daddy how much you love him~" He says and I nod and take his cock in my hands and got him fully hard then lick up from the base to tip.

He let out a groan. "Good girl~ Keep going~" he said as I kiss the head, going back down as I lick at his cock kissing the shaft, leaving my red lipstick marks all over.

(I mean he's gonna love her complimenting and worshiping his body XD)

(XD yup)

He groaned and stroke my hair praising me saying how good I was it made me feel warm.

I take his head into my mouth as the stroking quickly turned to gripping my hair as I ran my tongue over his slit, immediately tasting his precum, and while I would not add it to my favourite tastes, or anything similar..I still pulled away and looking him in the eyes. "Y-You taste so good~" I purr, immediately going back down again, this time taking more in my mouth.

He moaned and started to fuck my mouth not going to far to my throat he was a considerate lover. I see he like the control of choosing the pace. Soon I feel him twitching in my mouth and he cums in it hard. I swallow as much as I can and lick up what is left on his cock. I pant as I look up at him, my hands still stroking his cock.

"Get on the bed and spread your legs~" He says and I nod and do that. He smirked and got something out.

"I want you to be able to choose me for your virginity because your in love with me." He clicked the strapon into place. "But that does not mean you cant peg me.

He flicked a witch and a vibrator on my clit went off. I moaned and gasped loudly.

"I am going to ride you like a horse~" He says. "The faster I ride you the more it vibrates~"

(Made this sex toy up but man do we need it in real life XD)

(Angel be in control but he want you to choose him for him not for a promise you made he is a bit like me in that regard XD)

(XD yup)

(XD sniff Sniff SNIFFFFFF! I smell a part two XD)

I let out a moan as he climbed on top of me. He wasn't heavy at all actually.

"A-Ange--"

"Call me daddy~" (stolas that you jk XD)

I felt my face turn red as I let out a moan as he slowly sank down, the pressure pushing it into my clit more. "D-Daddy..I-I..I-I love you."

He froze and stared at me and then kissed me deeply. "I love you too~ Will you be mine, I will get clean for you and I will leave the hooker business I just want you."

I kiss him back as I smile. "Y-Yes I will--" I was cut off by another kiss as I feel him starting to move as I moan into the kiss as did he as he pulled away as my hands start to stroke his cock while he rides me.

I loved this and it felt so good. I moaned loudly as he sped up and I gave him all the praise. We whisper sweet nothings into each others ears and soon those changed to moans and pants the room being filled with them and the sound of skin slapping. I moaned as I tried to thrust up, I didn't want him having to do all the work.

(Angels pov)

I moaned flipped us over. She looked at me and I smirked.

"Fuck me beautiful~"

She looked at me for a second before she smirked as she kissed me before getting on her knees, thrusting into me as I feel her bite my shoulder, something a lot of them do, but she wasn't doing it to just do it. She wasn't trying to make me bleed, she just was trying to make me feel good as she would suck on the spot as her one hand gripped my waist gently, the other pumping my cock as I let out a moan.

"D-Does it feel good?" she asked. She sounded so worried that I didn't like it. (I mean yeah XD that's literally me in any sexual situation, ask if they like it like a hundred times)

(XD)

"I love it is perfect~ You do not need to hold back baby~" I moan. "I won't break~"

I was happy though as she gripped a little harder as she thrusted into me as she bit me once more, a little harder, leaving a small faint mark. It was such a turn on. I was still in control but she was also not treating like I would break. She then started to hit my prostate and I cried out she did it so well I came hard and as I shook around the vibrating cock strapon she came as well and fell on me.

"Your mine now~" He says and kisses me deeply.

She nodded and yawned. "All yours~" She purrs.

I smirked. I will make her mine after a nap for us. She earned a rest~

[dandyxrandy]

I love your writing! If requests are still open I would die for a touch starved Din x reader where reader has a hand kink 😩. When Din removes his gloves the reader traces his veins with her tongue 👅 . Can lead to smut if you want! Thank you! 🥰

Golden, I am SO sorry this took so long! I worked this past weekend so I wrote a lot in between hours. Hopefully its worth the wait! (I honestly didn’t think it was going to end up this long...) Pairing: Din x Reader Rating: Excplicit Length: 3.8k Warnings: First-Time Din, Touch Starved Din, Slight Hand Kink, Cuddling, No ACTUAL sex, Fingering (MtoF) Summary: It took a splinter to finally see Din’s hands. It Took A Splinter     It was small things at first, you noticed, and only when it was you two in the Razor Crest. It was first the removal of his cape, hung off the back of his pilot chair during long stretches of time in hyperdrive. His boots came next, staying off after a shower and only going back on when he needed to leave the Crest. Soon his armor stayed in his quarters all together and he walked around the hull in his black under clothes. His helmet and gloves always stayed on, though, still hiding all of his integrity and making him out to be nothing more than a shape of a human. It both infuriated and intrigued you, but overall you were happy that he felt comfortable enough to shed the armor and walk freely around his ship.    You were hired on as a temporary caretaker of sorts to watch Grogu while Din made his rounds through bounty pucks and the placement paid well enough that you continued your occupation well past the terms that were set. It didn’t help that the man was of good company either, even if he was more times grumpy than not and The Child had wormed his way into your heart as well. You dared say it was almost family like - the three of you.     It was why you took extra care of both the little womp rat and Din, making sure their clothes were well washed, food was made, and the ship was stocked with the necessities. It was your job and you did it well, something you took extreme pride in. It was a big step up from the ‘bar-maid that you once were’ and had much more security as well. It was why falling in a deep fondness for Din was such a bad idea. Getting attached to a job was never a good thought, yet here you were, spending more and more time lingering next to Din while he did mundane tasks like clean his gun or rewire his ship. Just being next to him made you at ease.     Then there was the fact that you loved watching his hands work along any piece of machinery or metal. What did he look like under it all, you wondered. Was he green like the kid? Maybe pale like an albino? Many nights you spent with your hand beneath the waistband of your pants, imagining what his fingers would feel like against your skin, against your lips and teeth and between your legs.

    “Dank farrik!” Din had cursed, causing you to peek your head around into the cockpit from the adjacent hall where you were busy counting out food rations. Din had been sitting in his chair for the past half hour, hunched over something.  You couldn’t quite tell from your angle what that something was, so you set aside the crate you were rummaging through and came in, wiping your hands down your soft pants.     “You okay?” you ask as you round his chair and immediately you freeze. It looked like Din was trying to remove something from his hand - a hand that was very much bare and not in a glove. In fact, neither of his hands were hidden behind the thick leather and the sight before you was scarred and worn skin. It was a tawny beige color that stretched over thick fingers and with every flex of his hand you could see the shift of tendons and veins beneath. It was such a beautiful sight.     Din looked up to you, the ‘T’ of his visor turning as he gestured briefly in his frustration.          “I have a sliver that I cannot get removed.” He turned his wrist to you to show the irritated red skin that was slightly inflamed in the meat of his hand, just below the thumb. It was in an awkward spot on his dominant hand and you could tell why he was having such a hard time. “It has been there for three days.”     “Do you want me to give it a go?” you sheepishly offer him, extending your hand out for the tweezers he was using to try and pry the sliver out with.  It would be the first time you touched him on purpose and you’re almost positive he knows this too, but after a moment of deliberation he lets out a sigh and hands over the tweezers.     “If you can’t get it out, I’m chopping it off.”     You snort at how dramatic he is and move to try to find an angle that works enough for you to work on him. Not finding one you end up dragging one of the ration crates over for you to sit on in front of him, his chair swiveling to the side to give more room. You offer out your open palm to him and he gives his hand over, gently letting it rest in yours. You swear you can hear your heartbeat against your chest with how nervous you are. His skin is dry and rough beneath your touch, but it was also warm and  human.     “How did you manage this?” you ask in attempt to distract yourself as you begin to work at the edges of skin surrounding the sliver. It was deep and no amount of bending his thumb or squeezing the surrounding flesh was making it budge.     “I got stuck when I brought in the crates. Stray piece of wood that I didn’t see. Went through the glove.” He was curt in his answer and you briefly looked up to see him watching you intently. You move the wrong way and the end of the tweezers plucks a raw bit of skin and Din swears, his other hand coming to curl around your knee in a heavy grip.     “Sorry!” you apologize, flinching away but the hand on your knee slips up to your lower thigh, holding you from moving to far away.     “Don’t. Just...get it out.” Din doesn’t remove his hand, though he does relax his grip a little.     You work on him for another few minutes, trying not to have a complete mental break at the fact that Din was touching you, and failing miserably. You felt sweaty and you kept having to refocus on your task because your mind continued to stray to the way Din was letting his thumb trace along the seam of your pants, probably to comfort himself as you dug away the sensitive skin.     “Alright this just isn’t working, but I have an idea.” you said as you set the tweezers aside. “You’re going to have to trust me on this. I had a friend growing up that swore by this method, okay?”     Din nodded and watched as you brought his hand up to your mouth, lips wrapping around the base of his thumb to create a seal. You sucked in as you dug your bottom teeth into the flesh of his hand and scraped up with them. Pulling away to look, you saw that the sliver moved up a little and couldn’t help but beam up at him.     “I almost got it!” Din’s hand stilled on your thigh as you brought his hand back to your mouth and repeated what you did before and you felt the tiny piece of wood almost instantly push out and stick to your tongue. You grinned as you let go of him and licked the wood onto your hand, showing him the little piece.     “Got it!”     In your triumph you almost missed the cant of the helmet towards you and the way Din shifted, his legs spreading a little wider as he leaned in to cup your cheek. He took hold of your jaw, his thumb brushing along the soft skin there as his other hand slid from your thigh, up to your hip.     “Thank you.” The voice coder made his breaths sound heavy.. You stilled under his touch, eyes dropping as your cheeks heated and you saw his cock hard between his legs. Oh. Your eyes snap back up to the visor as Din moves his thumb across your lower lip and you part them, your tongue easing out to press against the pad of his finger. Din’s grip tightens on your hip as he pushes his thumb further in and you meet it with a gentle press of your tongue.     He hisses as you move, dragging your mouth from his thumb to the crook where his pointer finger met the curve of his hand and you kiss there, then his palm.  You take his hand gently by the wrist and turn it over to kiss the tendons and the dark veins beneath his skin, your tongue tracing along each strand. Din practically whines beneath the touches and you want to do more to praise the skin that he showed you - that he let you taste.     “It’s been so long since I’ve touched someone…” he admits in a low whisper.     “How long?”     You don’t stop the gentle worship of his hand, your lips ghosting over every crease and fold of him, mapping out every little scar and break of skin. These hands have seen so much, taken many lives, and here they were gentle and soft and open for you.     “Since...I was a child.”     Your heart drops because that was not what you had expected. He hadn’t touched anyone for his entire adult life? You didn’t think something like that was even possible but you also didn’t know much about the Mandalorian Creed, either. Were they celibate until marriage, if they even married? You knew Din had touched others in a more violent sense, what with the nature of his profession but you knew what he meant in his admission.  It’s been so long since I’ve touched someone, skin to skin.     You take his hand and guide it down your neck, letting his fingers flex briefly around your throat before you take it lower across your collarbone and down your chest to graze over the mound of your breast. You leave it there and let him linger and explore in his own time.     “It’s okay, Din - “ you squeeze his hand below yours, making him feel your soft flesh in reassurance. “You can touch me.”It was almost as if you undid a leash on him with your permission. He was quick with you and in the next moment he had you hauled into his lap, legs straddling his hips as he all but tore your shirt off, tossing it to the side of the chair. You let out an indignant squawk at his rough handling and you felt embarrassment under the sudden exposure. You moved to cover yourself but Din;s fingers wrapped around your wrists to keep your hands lowered at your sides.     “Please, let me…” he trailed off as he lifted his hands slowly and you noticed they had a slight tremble to them. Long fingers touched just beneath your jaw and trailed down your neck again, the tips warm and teasing. You could feel the hard line of his erection against your thigh and you knew that his touches weren’t all in innocent exploration.     His fingers traced over your collarbones again, twin images in their movements, and they dropped lower across the plane of your chest above your breasts. He smoothed his palms down and over, flush against you before they moved low, each hand taking a breast and weighing them in his cupped palms. The tips of his nails scrape over your nipples and you both watch as the skin puckers beneath the touch. He does it again and tweaks the nub at the end and it makes you gasp, your hands slipping lower to grip Din’s legs.     You wanted to touch him like he was touching you but you didn’t want to risk breaking the moment. So many times have you imagined this, imagined him touching you and it took a damned sliver in his hand to get you here.     “You’re so soft.” Din turns a hand over and lets his knuckles skim along the dip of your waist and the curve of your hip before stroking lightly across your belly, then back again. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of touching you. His fingers linger a bit longer when they dip along the hem of your pants and they slip beneath for a moment before surfacing again. A war waged in his mind and you hoped that the outcome would end up with your pants on the floor.     Din heaved a heavy sigh as his hands slid along your sides and up your back to the base of your skull where he threaded his fingers into your hair. You rocked closer, pressing into his chest as you leaned against him, chin resting on his shoulder. He was content to play with your hair there, his fingers rubbing along your head. You felt like there wasn’t a part of you that he hadn’t touched, above the band of your pants, and yet there was so little of him that you had yourself.     “Din, I want to touch you.” you paused, moving in his lap a little, hips shifting against his thigh in a slow grind, a small mischievous ploy to help get what you wanted. “Please?”     He hummed low in his chest but he didn’t make a move beyond a slight flex of his hands that were now on your shoulders, palms curving across the bend of bone and muscle. You arched into him again, your hips pressing more firmly against his own and your cunt dragged across his length again. Maker, you were wet just from him touching you like this.     “Din -” you began again but stopped when you heard the sound of a wrapper crinkle. You perked up and looked over Din’s shoulder and saw the very tip of one green ear in the next room over.     “Fuck, Din,” You scramble a little at seeing Grogu not ten feet away, and while he was preoccupied with scarfing down ration bars, you didn’t want to chance him seeing you topless on top of his Dad. “The kid.”     You get your shirt back on after getting to your feet and you watch Din adjust himself in his pants as he swivels the chair back around to face the control panel. Grogu looked over from the ration crate he had been plundering and cooed with happiness at finally being given attention. You ran a hand through your hair, composing yourself.     “I’ll get him back to bed,” you say shakily. “He was probably just looking for a snack.” Which he obviously found. You go to pick the kid up but Din stops you by catching your hand.     “Thank you for...that.” The last word was almost a mumble,  as if he was unsure how to explain what just happened between the two of you. You gave his hand a small squeeze.     “I would like to do it again, sometime. Maybe after I get the kid to bed?” It was a bold offer and you toed your luck with giving it up but after Din practically melding his hands into your skin, you thought you didn’t have much more to lose. Din squeezed your hand in return, though.     “I would like that.” ___     It took about an hour to get Grogu back to sleep after he had finished his snack of three ration bars and a concentrated juice pack. The endless stomach of the kid never ceased to amaze you, even after you’ve seen him eat about a dozen frogs on the last planet that you all had been on. When Din came to find you later, you had the kid in your arms, and were edging close to the land of sleep as well. You gave a somnolent smile and pressed a finger to your lips to ‘hush’ Din, even though he had appeared in the doorway without a sound. You set the kid inside his pod and clicked the button to slide the doors shut and waited a moment to see if there would be any fuss from the other side. When none came you sat on the edge of Din’s bed, heaving out a sigh of relief.     “He may be the cutest little cock-block that I have ever encountered in my life,” you jested. Din didn’t move from his stance against the doorway and it made you a little unsure of yourself. Your hands smoothed down your pants to rest on your knees as you contemplated what to do. What did Din think of everything before? Did he regret it now that time and space had been given to the both of you?     While you were with the kid you had reflected back on your actions as well and while you didn’t regret what had happened, you did regret that you didn’t take your time to assure Din that things would be fine between the both of you and that if he wanted to forget that it ever happened, you would act like such. You didn’t want to ruin anything between the two of you.     “It is late. I suppose I should let you get some sleep, too. I’ll pilot for a bit.” When you stood, Din finally spoke.     “Did you mean what you said before? About wanting to ‘do it again sometime’?”     You answered without really thinking, letting your heart lead first before your mind could catch and silence it.     “I did.”     Din’s head tipped and you imagined his eyes closing in thought and you wondered what he was thinking. You hoped it was about touching you again. Maker, you wanted him to touch you again.    “I would like that. Kriff - let me, please.” It sounded like a plea as he closed the distance between both of you, his hands sliding up to cup your face. His gloves were still off and his fingers were warm as they slid against your skin. The cool metal of his helmet dipped against your forehead to rest there as he held you close. It almost felt like a kiss and for all you knew, it was the closest thing you would get to having one with him. When you didn’t pull away Din shifted to press closer.     “Take off your clothes,” he softly whispered. “And lay on the bed.”    The command left you shaky with need and you fell into a gentle movement as you removed your clothing, Din stepping back enough to watch you expose yourself to him. You glanced briefly to the egg pod that Grogu was in and the lights blinked gently to indicate that the little one was still asleep inside. You would have to stay quiet.     Your shirt came first, up and over your head. The cool air of the ship made your skin raise with gooseflesh and Din reached out to touch your arm, thumb rubbing over the prickled flesh. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as you leaned down to take off your pants and underwear in one go, Din’s hand slipping into your hair as you did. He wasn’t making this any easier.     “On the bed.” It sounded like it was more for himself than you but you moved away from his touch and laid where you were told to, propping yourself up by your elbows as you watched Din move to kneel before you. Awareness sprung to the forefront of your mind and you realized just how very naked you were and it made you blush.     Din was slow, too, as he reached to touch the bone of your ankle and up, his palm curving over your shin to form against your leg. It was so tender, how he touched you, and you reveled in it. His touch slid higher towards the warmth between your legs and you shut your eyes, head tipping back as his knee knocked your legs apart to reveal yourself to him. “Mesh’la,” he muttered, his fingers stopped at your hip as he looked you over. You felt so hot under his gaze even though you couldn’t see anything past the black visor. Arching into his touch you allowed your legs to bend and your hips shift up so he could see all. His hand traveled from your hip to the space just below your belly and his heel dragged across your pubic mound, then further.     He covered you fully at first, his palm curling before his fingers dragged along your outer lips then inner. You canted your hips up into the touch and the very tips of his fingers pressed inside. You moaned out his name before remembering you needed to be quiet and you pressed a hand against your mouth as he explored further up to the first knuckle of one finger.     You were already so slick and open for him and it made it easy for him to slide all the way in and then pull back out to add a second finger. He slowly fucked you with his hand and when he curled his fingers up you had to catch yourself from pitching forward. It was so good - almost enough. You reached down to join his hand and you spread yourself with your fingers, your thumb pressing against your clit.     “Here,” you breathed. “Touch here, too. Steady and slow. Don’t go fast, not yet.”     Din’s thumb flicked up and over and you bucked up again into the touch. His free hand came down on your stomach, pressing your hips back into the mattress as he rubbed small circles on your clit while his fingers remained in you, stretching you full.     “Kriff -that’s so good.” It was a praise that spurred him forward, keeping his thumb pressed down but speeding up to a quicker stroke. Your body arched up despite his hold and you twisted beneath him as you felt the head of your arousal rumble deep. A thin sheen of sweat broke across your skin as Din kept at you, steady and so beautifully dedicated. He listened to your whines and pants of pleasure and adapted to it.     “I’m gonna - fuck…” Your hands twist in the sheets of the bed, your entire being becoming taught as your orgasm builds beneath Din’s hands.     “Cum for me, ad’ika.”     You do, your legs shaking as Din strokes the fire within, along your clit, and through your body’s movements beneath him. He rides your release with you and you know he’s watching it all, his gaze behind the helmet heavy on your flushed skin.     Through your haze you can feel how gentle he is with you, his hand no longer bringing you over the edge but now coaxing you to ride the slope down. He holds you, your leg and your hip, his thumbs peeling over and over against the skin in a gentle worshiping caress. Blinking lazily you turn to him, glance down between his own legs and see the dark patch gathering there and you couldn’t help but smile. He hushes you and moves to cover your body with his own, his weight held up by the frame of his arms.     “Thank you,” Din’s voice is soft through the vocoder.     “Let me -” You reach down between the both of you but Din catches your wrist.     “Not tonight. Let’s just stay like this,” He pauses as you frown a little. “Please,” He adds and you agree, settling beneath the cover of his body in the knowledge that he just wanted to take care of you and take greedy touches of your skin. The warm weight of him sends you in and out of sleep and you twist to settle more comfortably on your side. Din moves with you and lays behind, his body pressed up to every inch of your backside and legs twining with yours.

It was, perhaps, the best way you have fallen asleep in a very long time.

[writtenfan]

♦Dancing with The Dangerous yet Devilish Devil♦

Part 3/3: Supernatural Lucifer x Reader

Warning: ♪ Some Badass Dance Moves ♪

✦  1 ½ weeks Later✦ 

“How long have these demons and angels been coming after you?”

You look up from the recliner and take another sip of the drink you had on the end table.

“Well...It’s only been a few. Just a few…” you sigh as you rub your eyes.

“That doesn’t matter. They obviously are seeking you out. But why?”

You look over at the Angel and give a sleep delirious chuckle as you rock yourself up from the chair. He looks at you with an emotionless face.

“Well, maybe its because...Lucifer found some surprising interest in me.” You throw the can towards the wastebasket and it hits the rim and lands on the floor.

“Darn.” 

The Angel steps closer to you with a concerned look on his face.

“How so?”

“He like...like likes me” you laugh with a sad expression as you start feeling woozy and he supports you by guiding you back to the chair.

“Sit.” and so you do.

He gets you some water and lets you sit for awhile before he pops back in the room.

“So. They’re trying to kill you because Lucifer favors you or…”

“...They keep mentioning that they want to, take me back to him. To get in his good favor.” you close your eyes. “A few wanted to kill me, but somehow I always managed to get out of being slaughtered. You laugh and lean back.

“Apparently he’s been sulking in Hell like an absolute mess, having temper tantrums that keep re-decorating the whole “fucking” (he air quotes ) underworld..to think its because of you-

“-A depressed Lucifer is the best Lucifer I say” the gruff voice walks into the room eyeing you cautiously.

“Your sure their human, right Cas?”

“Absolutely.”

“Fine.” He stares at you and points “I don’t wanna be babysitting, but if Lucifers messing with ya I cant let that stand.”

You sigh and look up at the clock on the hotel room wall.  

“Yeah...messing with me…”

♡~Music~ ♡ ←--You hear music start to play from out the window and with confused expression all three of you walk towards it.

Outside, in the alley, in a black suit with an untied tie, and hair that has been tried to be syled but got frizzled on the way...

...Was a dancing Lucifer.

He pointed to you, even with the, now three guys looming over your shoulder with shocked expressions.

He backed up, shimmying his shoulders as he pointed to you, mouthing the words, walking in place and striking a Micheal Jackson pose with a hip thrust at the most perfect part.

God, he had such a fucking fantastic dad bod.

He then made a gesture with his hands and the music box in the corner paused and he got on his knees in the post-rain alley muck and raised his hand to you as if for worship.

“(Y/N) Please! I know I’m fucked up! But I will do anything in this universe and beyond to make it up to you...” he says with a surprisingly serious tone.

 “I cant function without you...I miss you. I miss you so, very very much.” he looks behind him and gestures and a couple of people burst out the entrance of the alley and the sound starts back up and he starts singing with the words along with the...demons?

He flipped off the sky at the God part of the song and, wow damn he could really put the emotion into it his music recital.

During the instrumental music part. Dean turned to you mouthing you wtf. But you all had to cover your eyes as a sudden light show erupted from the alley, You shielded your eyes as you peered back out and saw that the demons were dancing with sparkers in sync as Lucifer began to levite rather dramatically, hands up to the sky, drifting towards the window. 

“Ah, Hell No.” said Dean as he shut the window and the blinds and hurried you towards the door.

“Come on, we have to get you out of here.” he says facing you as he  opens the door. But the music suddenly fills the room and Lucifer comes bursting in with about 6 demons and he tones the music down at a “I was wrong…” part. 

(Music can be paused now~)

The demons space themselves throughout the room, no weapons drawn just people in fighting stance, and so were the boys but with guns and knives drawn.

“Sammy, Dean...Cassssstiel.” he sang

Sam and Dean positioned themselves in front of you and Cas right behind you.

“You either leave or you'll have some trouble Lucifer.” said Sam as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Oh, I think I wont.” He laughs.

 “But you will... if you don’t give me back my soon to be (Queen/King) i’ll cut all of  ya’ll’s (he gestures to them with a smile and does a slicing motion) “throats”. 

“Lucifer.” you say with a croaky tone.

He snaps his face to you with a love stricken expression and looks you up and down.

“On Dad, you look exhausted, c’mere…” He gestures for you to come to him, which you don’t do and he brushes this off by returning his focus to the Winchester’s crew.

 “My, you boys don’t know how to treat a (lady/gentleman)...I mean What kind of mattress is that?!” He gestures to the bed. “Is it made out of a Little Ceasers Pizza box?”

“(She/He) isn’t tired because of the mattress quality Lucifer, (she/he’s) tired because you've been sending demons to abduct them.”

He gasps dramatically and looks at the guys behind him who look back nervously.

He raises a hand to his chest. “Me? nooooo….no, no, no…”

You catch his eyes and he lets out a low whine. 

“Check up maybe, but no, no abducting!”

“And to kill (her/him)!” Said Dean with a growl.

The air around the room got warm, and tingly as Lucifer stiffened and looked back at a few demons.

“Kill (her/him)?” His eyes grew red. His tone made everyone in the room nervous.

He turned his head and focused on the demons.

“You guys know anything about this?!” 

They all said their no’s, never’s and not at all’s but this didn’t satisfy him.

“You recognize anyone here sweetheart?” You shift your gaze to one woman in the corner and before she had a chance to protest, Lucifer clutches his hand towards her.

Magma spewed from her mouth and onto the floor and her demon essence disintegrated leaving a body to melt in the flames that were now burning the wooden floor.

“Nobody will harm (her/him), ever.” He points to the rest, then he turns his focus back to the men besides you.

He looks back at you with pleading eyes and reaches out his hands.

“(Y/N) please come back to me...I-I’ll do anything. I’ll try my best to be the “better guy”...I just, I need you, I want,  you!” You look at his face and you feel something that you couldn’t hold back.

“Stop being creepy and let leave poor (guy/girl) alone. They’re human Lucifer, you’ll just play with them and  get bored and we won’t let that happen.” Dean says as he places a hand on your upper chest to push you back towards the window.

“You get your hand off (her/him).” Mutters Lucifer with a deep drawl and a spark of red in his eyes. 

“Dean-“ 

“Now unless you want to have more of a problem you’ll go-“

“-Dean!” You shout and all eyes turn on you.

“Thank you...but.” You look at Lucifer with tears in your eyes.

Lucifers expression gets serious as he sees you cry  and he starts whispering “no no no…” as he reaches out to you. 

The boys almost lurch forward, but you press them back and walk towards Lucifer with an angry but sad and exhausted look on your face.

“No no...don’t cry. Don’t cry...why are you crying. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” Lucifer coos as he pulls you in and presses your forehead against this chest and rests his cheek against your head.

“I would never play with you and get bored. Not you. Your too special to me. Never. I never would…”he whispers to you as you wrap your arms around him.

“You better not start treating me like that you asshole. You understand?!” You pull away from him and look him in the eye as he try’s to reach out for you again.

“I promise I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know how to deal with the fact that I loved you…” his face, sunken looks at you. And pulls you in once more and you breathe in the cherry cologne he had on.

“...ugh, what?” Sams voice made Lucifer look up then made him look at the demons and with a swift snap, all the demons disintegrated.

You pull back at the noise as see the dust fall and you look back up at him with an eyebrow raised.  “Come on, can’t have them living after seeing me so venerable can I?” He says with a smile.

You surprisingly smirk back and hit him playfully and he turns you around to face the Winchester’s.

“As for you guys…” he raises his hand and you quickly place your hand over his.

He looks down at you. 

“Fine. Yeah alright, woohoo ♫ ~ Even the most important person in my existence stands you guys yeesh.”

He rolls his eyes and he kisses your cheek then takes your hand.

“Say bye bye to the hunter boys, because all I want is some Grade A snuggle and binge watch time.” 

You pull your hand from his with a laugh and look over at the Winchester’s.

“Thank you guys...you see, I never really got over him…”

Dean opens his mouth but you gesture for him to stop and he does as he lowers his gun.

“I- I thank you for helping me...I really do, I hope to see you boys again.” 

With that Lucifer gestures a peace-out sign to the boys, places his arm around your waist and your snapped into an entirely different place.

“What the fucking hell was that”

[darklesmylove]

against all odds | rowaelin

some modern rowaelin as a valentine’s day gift! love you all <3

enjoy :)

tagging @danieldesario @illyrianbeauty @city-of-fae @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @whiskeybusiness1776 @thomasscresswell @lost-in-fictionn

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Aelin and Rowan had never been ones to bother with superficial, capitalistic markers of love. They had their own silent understanding of how to communicate the fiery passion they held for each other that ran through their veins, largely in the form of heated marks and the worshipping of skin. Most Valentine's came and went, another ordinary day amidst hundreds of others.

Yet this year, Rowan had swept her into his arms in the early hours of the morning with a brief murmur about dinner reservations at an especially extravagant restaurant before disappearing in a shroud of mystery.

Then the gown had somehow shown up in a heavy box wrapped in a satin bow, placed daintily on their silken blankets with an air of innocence that had her brow furrowing in confusion. With any other couple, such gestures would have been normal, yet she found herself increasingly suspicious of what in gods name he was planning.

Rowan Whitethorn never ceased to stop surprising her, even after all of this time.

Now, standing in front of her floor length mirror, all of her worries seemed to dissipate as she admired her reflection with uncharacteristic awe. The dress had to have been custom made, the material greedily hugging the supple curves of her body with pure perfection, layers of draped golden fabric woven with silken threads that, when caught in the light, reflected glimmers of soft orange akin to delicate flames. A scatter of sparkling diamonds carefully sewn into the luxurious fabric spiraled up from her hip to her opposite shoulder, winking in the soft glow of their bedroom. 

The gown had also come with a gorgeous set of diamond accessories to match that had to have cost a ridiculously exorbitant amount of money, but admittedly dazzled when paired with the garment. Her ensemble was complimented by a simple hairstyle, an elegant, pinned bun with a few soft waves left free to frame the alluring lines of her face.  

For an inexplicable reason, her hands trembled ever so slightly as she swept her skirts into her grip, uncertainly making her way from their bedroom down the stairs where she knew he was waiting for her. The soft sound of her heels coming in contact with the polished wooden floors echoed throughout the house, the only sound to fill the crushing silence.

"Rowan?" she called with a clear of her throat.

"The kitchen, my love," he responded immediately in return, his rough, sultry voice sending a shiver slipping across her skin. She fisted her skirts even harder, clamping down on her irritating nerves and marching with renewed confidence into the kitchen. 

Any semblance of collectedness she had briefly latched onto dissipated in the span of a breath, mouth going dry as she entered the room and his gaze landed on her.

It felt as if he was devouring her with nothing more than his eyes, tangible heat crawling across her skin in congruence with wherever his stare traveled. She couldn't help but hungrily drink him in as well, the lines of his suit highlighting the hard earned muscle of his broad frame, the silver tie expertly matched to the color of his hair.

Their eyes met, heat crackling between them that was maddeningly feverish despite the expansive length still between them.

"Go on, tell me how desperately you want to ravish me," Aelin broke the silence with a half smirk as she let her skirts go, allowing them to fall back into place before performing a languorous twirl. The muscles at his jaw feathered, the only tell at just how much he was restraining himself. It only made the desire to push him further increase.

"I can only imagine how much better I'll look with it off, considering the lingerie I have on underneath," she bit down on her glossy lip with a devilish grin.

He let out a growl of primal frustration, closing the distance within a few long strides and pulling her into the hard planes of his body.

"You love to ruin my plans, Fireheart, no matter how hard I try."

A slight cant of her head indicated her confusion, though she could not bring herself to care much with the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

He let out a strained breath; one hand shifted from her hip to take one of her hands in his grasp.

For the first time since they had met, he was uncertain. Nervousness was an implicit narrative in each and every movement, from the rapid shifts of his forest green eyes to the way he held her, his grip tightening and releasing ever so slightly with every passing second.

"Rowan, what's going on? I don't like it when you keep me guessing," she murmured, lacing her fingers through his. "Talk to me."

His teeth clenched as he raked his callused fingertips through his hair. To her surprise, after a beat he let out a gravelly chuckle with a bemused shake of his head.

"Damn you, Aelin. I was going to wait until dinner, but it seems my capacity for self restraint always vanishes in the face of your perfection."

She could have sworn her heart skipped a beat, or at the very least stuttered as he knelt down before her onto one knee.

"Aelin Ashryver Galathynius," he looked up at her with nothing but pure love and longing, "You have, against all odds, done what no one else has since Lyria. You have loved me despite my gaping flaws, you have brought light and laughter into my life, you have made me want to live again despite my vow to give up. You have made me want to love again without chaining myself to the cage of guilt I had locked myself inside of for so long. You have filled the cracks of darkness within my soul and breathed life into me in a way I still haven't been able to understand. And I might not ever will, yet for once I find myself unbothered by that fact. Every day I fall more and more in love with you, with your passion, your fire, your cutting wit and unmatched intelligence. It is a privilege to be loved by you, and I want to love you in return until the end of our days. To whatever end."

Tears were now slipped freely down her cheeks, a laugh close to a sob forming on her lips as she nodded. "To whatever end."

From his pocket he slipped out a velvet box, opening it to reveal a ring that made her audibly gasp at its beauty. A stunning, flawless diamond sat atop a simple silver band, no extra ornamentation needed with the sheer size of the sparkling gem.

"Aelin, my Fireheart, will you marry me?"

Her mouth was thick with emotion, her chest shuddering before she managed her reply.

"Of course, you idiot."

A dazzling smile broke out on his lips that he didn't even attempt to suppress, sweeping her into his arms and capturing her mouth with his own in a whirlwind of giddiness and laughter. They broke away briefly for him to slide the band onto her ring finger, both pausing for a minute to admire the way it looked against her honeysuckle skin.

"I love you, Rowan," Aelin breathed, pulling him closer by his blazer before burying her hands into his hair. He smirked ever so slightly. "I love you too, Aelin Whitethorn."

Her lips were on his again in the span of a breath, the kiss heated with the promise of the imminent celebratory activities to come.

They missed their dinner reservation, though they found that neither of them much cared in favor of other pursuits.

[theaffectionist]

"Your eyes traveled my body, entranced from the surface, you made it vivid that i was wanted,

While your b'ful highs made me haunted...

I let you in my hands, i let you in my eyes, I let you in my arms, I let you in my heart and I, I even let you in the door..

I let you share my tears, I let you share my smiles, I let you share my love,I let you share my life and I, I even let you share my body.

Your protrusion and my depth brought a new life, while you only wanted to fall in my abyss and that oxytocin bliss,but life had decided something else...

From the keyboard, you used to tell me the names you thought of the life we'd bring, you said your heart was a tulip's velvety centre, while i held the dark chocolates you gave, with rosy cheeks tinted from your love.

But Now when you had a life, you could name your own, you no more wanted to...

But now, Now that I gave you love, you didn't want to repay it...

Now that I needed you, you no more wanted me...

I let you travel my crevices, let you touch my tenderness, let you taste my unreachable, I let you...

While you just aimed at ecstasy, but i had something else too for you... A tiny breather that fed on my breaths, a lil life in the lap of my soul, a body linked to mine, so magical and miserable.

I begged you to stay but you didn't hear a thing.

I stabbed a knife in my own belly without a single scream, i cried through the invisibilities... I had to kill that heart that just began its beating, because I was carrying the goods that had no owner. I killed it but I, I am not the murderer, you are the one, you're the sinner... But hey karma, I am the one who's dying, I've no one to hear me out because I made a mistake to worship the devil, I made a mistake, but I am only 21 and now I go around hiding my stitches while my man is going around to kill other lives, of his own, he's going around some innocent depths without a trace of fear because his adrenaline doesn't scare his oxytocin, he's a male, he doesn't have to have lifetime scars on his body, he can go anywhere and the one at fault is me, and million others like me, because we carry scars under the sweaters, broken heart under the ribs and broken hymen between the legs... And a graveyard inside our soul.

I didn't just lost a child, i lost a forever, i lost premature ventricular contractions that happen for love, i lost the only thing I loved, but through it all i gained the truth, truth that sounds like a final destination sequel, as aching and excruciating but this truth was needed to pull out masquerade from your face, taught me some hard lessons but am glad i killed that unfortunate life who was supposed to be child of a man like you.

There is nothing more disgusting than a man, who targets a women's love but can't handle the aftereffects.

Coward is the man who dares to travel the depths but cant pay the price to the consequences. It's easy to get on one-knee but it's not easy to walk on two-knees, with a life on your shoulder, but one leads to the other, if you can't stand the latter, DO NOT DARE TO DO THE FORMER!

➡ To love a person is standing by them at good and bad, it's not getting your thing done and run away when things go unanticipated. If it happens to you, don't run away, face it, find your way, but don't leave her, this is the most horrible level of deceivement.

▫️To my man, Forget the karma, I pray your conscience doesn't let you breath 🤞🏿 🤞🏿.

▫️Dear people, If you're something like me, repost it to let these lover-masqueraded demons feel their sins, do the same even if your man didn't leave you.

▫️ Teach your boys the value of loyalty or else it could be their sister writing this too.

And Dear men reading this, " Stand By Her "

( - a female with scars on

her belly, who's

ashamed to say her name)

[fics-not-tragedies]

First impressions

This is fic based on this request, and I only hope this is worthy!

SUMMARY: You’re meeting Santino’s parents for the first time at a dinner where you’re supposed to make a huge announcement, but instead on focusing on you the D’Antonios scold Santino for being too reckless. Words:  1732; Warnings: none;

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The moment you set your second heel down on the pavement, Santino was by your side, linking his arm with yours and giving a nod to the two security guards in front of a restaurant you only briefly heard about, and you gathered the fake fur across your chest and your bare shoulders, knowing that even though you looked and felt better because of your choice of clothing, you could have chosen something just as sexy that would have been more appropriate.

Although you couldn’t help the satisfied smile that spread across your lips when a few heads turned as you entered, as interested in you as they were in the man whose arm yours was now attached to, and you hummed when he drew you closer to his side, the gesture enough to fuel your confidence and strengthen your intentions.

“Bella”

You prepared yourself for an order, instructions to act a certain way, you’d gotten used to it by now, it was always the way whenever entering a room, hushed demands to follow before reaching the table. But not with Santino.

“You look fucking incredible, il mio amore.”

You bit down harshly on your lip, your whole body shuddering and you squeezed his arm, there was no time to respond, let alone sink down on your knees and worship that incredible man the way he deserved, but you certainly wasn’t going to forget the look in his eyes, forced yourself to focus as they came to a stop.

“Figlio.”

“Padre.”

Neither his father stood as Santino pulled a chair back for you, nor did he even acknowledge your at first and you held your breath, sitting down hesitantly, then turned your head as he walked around to greet his mother, leaned down to kiss your cheek and she rubbed his back gently, “Mamma.”

“Ciao, cucciolotto” his mother smiled, shifting in her seat and waiting for her son to sit down before her eyes finally made it to you who was glad for the distraction, the intensity of the older man’s stare an instant intimidation you hadn’t expected, and while you’d always respected his name, was well-aware of where he had taken his family name, you had never been this overwhelmed, reputation and face combined sending shivers down your spine, “Ah, so this is your bella, sì?”

You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath before you drew your coat from your arms and hung it over the back of the chair, soothed only by the way Santino’s hand came down on your knee, a gentle squeeze following, “Sì” you said, swallowing as you could feel two unfamiliar pairs of eyes on you, relieved when Santino cut in.

“I thought it was a family dinner” he said.

His father’s face remained unchanged and his eyes searched behind them, then snapped at the waiter, holding up two fingers before he lowered his hand and looked back at his son, “You are aware that Gianna is running the business now?”

You felt oddly out of place, despite the ease of which you was able to win anybody over, you was well-aware that this was not the moment to make use of that skill, instead you focused on Santino, the way he swallowed, visibly distressed.

“I am aware” he said slowly, licking his lips.

“And are you aware that this means I am still watching your every move, figlio?”

Santino pursed his lips, “If this is about what happened last-…”

“It is, you already risked so much and now you’re doing exactly what in the first place?”

The way his father tensed had him leaning back slowly, his body tensing with a matchable anger and sense of frustration, he had nothing to say for himself, no way to justify himself, “Nothing” he said quietly.

“Oh, grazie a Dio” the older man muttered, but there was a mocking tone behind his voice that you recognized only too well, “I thought you’d lost all sense because of this girl.”

Santino’s jaw tensed, his lips pressed together for a moment to compose himself before he was able to give a collected response, “It was actually your idea.”

“It’s also because of her that you risked so much in the first place, bello” his mother said, her voice much softer, but her words only made it harder for you to stay quiet, yet you’d vowed to behave, to go along with whatever Santino wanted to do, though admittedly, it was getting increasingly harder, “And now you’ve moved her into your place…” she continued.

Santino bit his lip, glaring back at his father, “And you think I don't know that?” He snapped. His fingers were shaking, he’d been meaning to keep you from being a part of a conversation like this, afraid all along that it would only drive you away and yet there you was, sat by his side and allowing them to talk about you as if you wasn’t even there, your fingers cupping his on your knee, and he was only momentarily distracted as the waiter placed a glass of martini in front of them each and he took it thankfully, his fingers closing around the cold glass and he down it all in one, licking his lips, “Scusa.”

His father gave a respectful nod before his face turned cold again. “This is not just about her though, Santino” he stated, his eyes dark as he looked at his son, “I thought I could trust you to take over the business soon, but now I’m not so sure. You’ve made decisions that I could not predict, you are losing focus, you are falling deeper and deeper into this family feud, you're getting distracted…”

“Padre” Santino interrupted, shaking his head, eager to explain himself now that he had something to say for himself, “I just refuse to be disrespected” His jaw was shaking and he swallowed hard, a shaky breath escaping his lips as you squeezed his hand. He was desperate for more, knew that you would be able to soothe him with a few simple touches, and he was struggling to compose himself.

“Santino, you’ve disappointed me.”

His mother sat straight, looking at her husband, “Salvatore.”

You were biting your tongue, had forced your hand that was interlocked with Santino’s to stay still, but your other hand was shaking, you was struggling hard to keep still and when you saw the look on Santino’s face, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore, “Stai zitto!”

It was like a moment of slow motion in which all three pairs of eyes fixated solely on you, more so than throughout the entire conversation, and you were trembling, a fear rushing through you, that you could not remember feeling last. You were going to regret this, but there was no going back now, and you used the moment of utter shock on the older man’s face in front of you to continue, “He has done nothing to deserve that” you snapped.

“Scusi?”

You bit your lip, “Santino has been working more and harder than I’ve ever seen anyone work, without exception. He upholds his name and lives up to it, furthering the business and all the while trying to establish a maintaining superiority over another business that makes all of this a whole lot harder. He shuts down any disrespect towards your family name, and this is what he gets?” Your lip was quivering, you couldn’t hold yourself back, not even the touch of Santino’s hand on your thigh, nor the warning gaze his mother gave you could stop you now, “People on the street are afraid of you for the wrong reason, clearly.”

Santino breathed shakily, not daring to take his eyes off you, staring in awe, and he was as worried about his father as he was fascinated by the beauty beside him. He didn’t have it in himself to apologize for you, because why would he, why would he apologize for something he had never dreamt of having but now realized he couldn’t live without?

To Santino’s surprise as well as yours, his mother spoke first, leaning forward and extending her hand to you and you took it rather hesitantly, your heart jolting as you felt the warm squeeze, “I just want to say…” she glanced to her husband who she could tell was conflicted, fuming even, yet trying to stay calm and she shook her head, “No, Salvatore, she’s right” she said decisively before looking back at you, “Gioia.”

Your eyes were wide as you looked back at the woman in front of you, was almost holding your breath again, your fear merging slowly into curiosity, you were truly lost for words now, managed merely incoherence. “I-I … scusa, I just…”

“No, there is nothing to apologize for, bambina, not when you are speaking up for my Santino like this.”

A shaky breath escaped from your throat and you could only feel Santino’s hand resting on your thigh, refusing to look away from his mother now, you were taken aback, could hardly comprehend what was happening as the woman nodded towards your drink and she lifted it at the same time as you did yours, giving a hesitant nod when you cheered with yours and downed it all the same as Santino, quick and rushed to ease your nerves.

“Allora” she nodded. “I think we’re done here.”

Santino rose to his feet, needed no telling twice and you missed his touch for just a second, watching him walk around to kiss his mother’s cheek before he placed the fur coat over your shoulders, his hand found the small of your back and he nodded to his father, the heat of his hand searing through your dress as he led you away.

“Santino” you whispered, pressing yourself to his side, your fingers shaking as you clung to his arm. “I’m so sorry.”

He lifted his eyes, the softness of blue and everything he’d ever admitted to you in his eyes threatening to bring you to your knees. “Don't you dare, bella” he said, reaching to brush your hair back gently from your face, “They like you.”

“We forgot to tell them about our engagement…”

“We’ll do it next time, principessa. Let me get you somewhere nice right now, you deserve it” Santino pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his arm wound around your waist pressing you closer to his side.

[voltagesmutter]

Victor - You saved me

Bit of hurt and fluff for our boy Victor

SFW but warnings apply:

Death, loss, tragedy (BUT I SWEAR ITS NOT ALL BAD)

He stood at the side of the aisle as the doors opened, the string-quartet softly filling the air ‘Good Riddance (Time of your life)’. He smiled ever so slightly, at the completely untraditional, the song tugging at his heart knowing the song has gentle reasoning behind it. All she ever wanted was for him to stop racing with time and enjoy their time, that time was something unpredictable even to Victor. Unable to turn and face her, he kept his head clear ahead of him, until the sweet sobs fell throughout the church, soft tears falling from the grace of his cheeks. Turning ever so slightly, his heart unable to witness the sight of her coffin beginning carried towards him. His love in his presence for the last time…

The ceremony was beautiful, the beauty and love she had spread over people came together to mourn the tragic loss. As others spoke words of great tragedy, Victor’s mind could only focus on all their time together, how the last time he had stopped time was the last time he had held her, her laugh still ringing clearly through his ears. A vision of innocence, cruelly taken from the world, he felt completely at fault. 

“I can’t come early, I have a sign off for tomorrow I need to sort,” He huffed with slight aggravation at her question of him leaving early with her. He shook his head and pressed his fingertips to his temple,“Can Gavin not come, that pesky cop is always sniffing after you like a dog with a bone,”. Her smile dropped at his comment, feeling hurt.

“You know Gavin is one of my best friends, you don’t need to be harsh about my friendship with him!” She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting, “Can you not come with me? I have a surprise for you,”. Her blue eyes glistened, trying to convey her love to come home with her.

“Bella I said I can't stop nagging me!” He yelled, slamming a fist. Her small jump backwards and gasp, he knew he had taken it too far and frightened her, “I’m sorry,”. 

“I’ll see you at home,” Her voice rang with a lowered tone turning on her heel. Victor focused only on his lover in-front of him, the sound of the ticking clocks stopping, every movement outside the office stilling.

“I’m sorry,” He stood up and held her close to him, “It’s really stressful at the minute, I didn’t mean to frighten you, I promise I will work out everything here and soon as it’s done I’ll be on my way home,”. He inhaled the scent of her hair as she nuzzled into his chest, it felt and smelt like home, like love. 

“Please don’t get too stressed, okay, you need to take a rest,” She sighs before her eyes, the blue orbs that he got lost in every time looking into, met him as she gave him a smile.

“I love you,” He softly whispers to her.

“I love you too,” Her softer than satin lips pressing to his before gliding out his office. What Victor didn’t know was this would be the last time he saw her.

“What's happening!” He yelled, slamming the breaks of his car a few houses before his, outside his window to the gathering crowd. He saw the blue flashing lights, his heart pounding at the situation. He grabbed his phone and rang her but there was no answer. The rest of the night was a blur, one dreaded blur of torture. 

A crazed manic had broken into the house, stalking Bella as she had returned home, watching and following her every movement. No-one knew the specifics but the woman lay broken in the kitchen floor, having been stabbed numerous times. She was completely lifeless in the white dress, now stained crimson, she was wearing whilst the smell of the food she had been cooking lingered in the air. 

Victor was lost from the police officer reporting to him what had happened, unable to adjust the information that the woman he loved was gone. He had to be taken through the house, seeing the dress on the bed she was planning to wear for when he came home with the matching lingerie beside it, the smell of roasting vegetables wafting through the house with a mixture of her perfume. The box wrapped with a bow that lay on the dining room table with a card saying ‘Victor’ in her handwriting next to it. He refused to take a step closer to the kitchen when his eyes settled on it, tears falling from his face, he couldn’t do it. He couldn't bear to see the woman he loved and cherished more than anything lying motionlessly in their house. 

Life after the loss became a blur, he rarely left his office unable to go home knowing she would never be there waiting for him. His work became meaningless, clearing anything on his calendar for the next month, he was lost and broken.

He had sorted her funeral to be a dedication to her wonders, people from all over LoveLand coming to pay their respects to the tragedy. But Victor wanted it to over the minute it started, he wanted to be alone with her for the last time.

“I’m sorry I couldn't protect you,” He whispered as he dropped to his knees besides her closed coffin, the church emptied leaving him finally alone. He spoke his heart to her, how much he loved her, how he worshipped, how she was a goddess and the world didn’t deserve her. He talked about his favourite memories with her, the plans he had for the future, how he had hoped one day she would walk down this aisle and become Mrs.Li, how she was the reason he lived. 

He poured his heart out, unable to take himself away from her side until the church doors burst open with a gust of wind. The breeze flooding the church with the air of a breezy summer's day.

“Victor,”.

He was losing it, the voice calling to him was hers, but he knew she wasn’t there.

“Victor,” It called again, Victor clutching his hand over his heart.

“Victor,” One final time before he turned out, expecting there to be nothing but he was wrong. There she stood, in a purer than white dress, the sun and breeze brushing from behind her making he look like the angel she was. His legs buckled and he dropped to his knees at the image, it was all in his head but it felt so real.

“Bella…” He couldn’t move as the figure walked towards him, almost gliding down the aisle towards him. He shook his head trying to removed the figure of his imagination but there was, inches in-front of him, pressing a hand to his cheek. It felt so real, he cupped a hand to hers and he could feel her. Tears seared from his eyes in the pain of the cruel tricks his head was playing on him.

“Victor I’m here, this is real,” She so softly whispered, dropping to her knees to be eye level with him. Her eyes carried warmth with them, so full of life. 

“Please stop this cruel-ness, I cant take it,” His heart wrenching at the pain. She let out the lightest of laughs, echoing and filling the silence church.

“Dummy,” She so softly sighed, “I’m here, I am touch me, feel me, Victor I’m here,”. Her hands taking his to press over her beating heart, Victor's eyes flickering at the conflicted pain of reality and illusion. 

“How?” Was all he could manage though tears.

“Your love my sweetest Victor, your love so pure it sent ripples through time, I’m here with you,” She whispered, tears falling down her cheeks. Victor couldn’t comprehend what was happening, he was laying his love to rest only moments ago yet here she took in front of him with a heart beat.

“If you don’t believe me, look in the coffin,” But he shook his head, his mind playing tricks but he would not be subdued.

“Victor please, it’s the only way to show you I’m really here, I’m not a figure of your imagination,” She pleased with him, his hand still pressed over her racing heart. He wanted it to be real, he wanted it to be real more than anything he anything he had ever wanted. 

He stood up, his legs trembling as he turned, latching the coffin open. Taking a dee breath preparing himself for the horrors with in but was shocked to see the coffin empty, his heart aching, breaking and fixing a thousand times per beat. 

“How is this… You died,” Was all the stunned man could finish, turning see her still standing there, her chest rising and lowering with her breaths.

“Your love and powers combined and evolved, your love was able to save me and bring me back, Victor you saved me,” She sobbed as she ran into his arms, him catching her, feeling her body press tightly against him as he cradled her to her. They sobbed in each other’s arms, neither one daring to let to go. 

“I love you, I love you so so much, I’m so sorry I let this happen,” He whispered to her, his mouth finding hers as they passionately embraced.

“I love you too,” Her lips fighting back against his until she pulled away, her hand stroking his face, “You didn’t let anything happen, you saved me Victor,”. 

It was hard at first, Victor cradled her close to him at every movement, fearing even if he blinked she would slip away but there she was. He confirmed he hadn’t gone mad when he reached out to Gavin who had sensed something was different in the wind. He was in just as much shock as Victor to see her standing before him and slowly, day by day, she returned to a normal life. 

The headlines rang, ‘Miracle Magic: Girl comes back to life’, only it wasn’t a miracle, it was Victor's love. 

[yubathegnome]

shakespearean au: sge concept

warning - this is long and contains otk spoilers (and macbeth spoilers lol). no i do not offer refunds for time wasted. but if u don’t read this, i will find u because my fatigue is fuelling me w anger :)

11:00 pm: ok so I was casually floating in a bowl of water (segue- what is the point of baths? you can literally do the same things in ur bed but dry...) thinking about how great a shakespearean au would be... yes, I hate Shakespeare’s pretentious ass and if I have to read Romeo and Juliet one more time, I might obliterate my existence. however, imagine the drama of a midsummer nights dream au- immaculate fairy hallucinogenic woods vibes w the magic of fairies that could be linked to sge, just everyone going insane bacchanal in the woods. sadly there are more characters in this play than unnecessary first years in TCY so I decided to try twelfth night instead. 

12:30 am: ok, I have tried every combination of characters possible for twelfth night (just imagine - agatha in the position of duke orsino and tedros in the position of viola, ah the angsty friends to lovers, the jealousy arc potential, misunderstood love ahh) but I always ended up w an agaphie... incident (sweet home alabama)

2:00 am: tried hamlet, taming of the shrew and king lear (plot is way to depressing)... becoming delusional

2:30 am: I WON’T GIVE UP UNTIL SHAKESPEARE IS AT MY KNEES, HERE I PRESENT U ... MACBETH

macbeth au

if u don’t know the plot... uncultured. jk i blame the british education system for my knowledge of this play but here’s a plot summary

let’s pretend scotland is camelot? yeah, just do it.

also: “Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.” (aka the only quote i can lowkey remember from year 9 for an absolute trash equivocation essay i waffled)

oh and also “what, you egg?” (he stabs him) - do i even have to explain the amazing significance of this quote? pls keep reading, i’m not insane.

character list:

macbeth - rhian

ok confession - i love rhian, 100% didn’t deserve to die so here he can be the tragic protagonist

outshone tedros in QFG (not that hard tbh) and gave us a glimpse of never!tedros’ potential character similarities - corrupted by evil, assuming that there r good intentions in evil people, kinda power hungry, thinks he deserves a position he really doesn’t, tricked by a prophecy

he’s a simp for sophie lets be honest (soz keian shippers) so the choice for lady macbeth should be...

lady macbeth - sophie 

ok, just imagine, no morals/manipulative sophie slowly going insane and having power over powerful men- my fave trope of her wanting to kill rafal/king duncan but unable to pull through last minute because of her daddy issues... yes <3

slowly going insane cus she can’t balance her evilness and her humanity

the hand washing scene... 

“Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.”

the guards that are killed by lady macbeth and macbeth - nicola and hort 

they were a cute duo when they investigate in QFG and that’s abt it, hence the short roles

the dagger - excalibur

cursed swords check

3 witches - mistral sisters

bruh this is perfect, i don’t have to explain, this is all slotting into place

king duncan - ... yoooo, does it really matter, just the previous king of Camelot. wait maybe that Uther guy. whatever.

banquo - chaddick 

im tired, ur just gonna have to pretend that tedros is king arthur’s grandson and yes, chaddick’s son

i shall allow chaddick to have an actual role where he is a humble, loyal knight who isn’t just conveniently used to fulfil some random prophecy... oh wait poor guy was wronged so bad in TCY- ok ik he dies in macbeth too but like he has a bigger role here than in the 6 sge books. chaddick/ banquo are good plot devices that only exist so the prophecy makes sense, bingo!

macduff - tedros 

c-section king

he just would be that character with the unique and coincidental part of his past that allows him to be king

young and underestimated check

daddy issues and family trauma

kinda doesn’t deserve to be king but uno what, ~prophecies~ 

(just forget abt malcolm’s existence, i have the power now)

the king of england - agatha

agatha as king... we love to see it yes this is my way of incorporating tagatha just pretend macduff falls in love with the king of england ok.  agatha breaks the news that tedros’ dad has just died- cute comforting scene

 scottish macduff realises the english are ok just like tedros realises agatha isn’t a witch... idk someone write a oneshot

3:30 am:

me: let’s fix all my mistakes w some aesthetic mood board ideas.

*types in “macbeth aesthetic” into pinterest* *chooses the first 3 images*

this is very much adequate

4:00 am; do what you will with this information, people of the internet. this doesn’t even make sense at this point. can’t wait for the black coffee overdose my body will endure tomorrow :) also i love how the sleep deprivation slowly makes my tone more aggressive. im a simp for tagatha but rhian being the main character makes me happy. how do y’all make ur theories and stuff all pretty. WAIT NO COVEN! wait no hester oml... ok maybe the 3 witches might have to be the coven, wow, i can’t believe i’ve done this.

ok imagine them all running around in a circle chanting “Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!” - iconic

 ok, they can be the king of england’s attendants.

4:15 am: haha just brushed my teeth... why is this so chaotic. i cant get myself to proof read this because then i have to acknowledge how much time i have acc wasted so pls be traumatised by this chronic brain puke. will i ever write this fic... probably not but miracles happen. good night girls and gays - sweet dreams :) probs will regret this in the morning... oh how i worship the anonymity of tumblr

ps - currently writing a hate essay on hort which i might never release on fear of assasination by 12 year olds... we love to see it

pps - if u made it this far, idk what to tell u, u have perseverance. or maybe u just can’t read. how do i end these things and why am i treating this like a dear diary blog. goodbye. oh yeah, can some sge accounts maybe like... idk... interact w me uwu. i will go insane if i have to play devil’s advocate w myself any longer... GOODNIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!