#i would feel so blessed to wake up to this view

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, dubcon, yandere, omegaverse, forced/accidental bonding, subjugation

♡ part one

♡ fem reader

Once you wake up in the morning, you feel… changed.

Your body feels full—as though you’d indulged too much last night—heavy and sticky and sore all over. There’s a strange taste in your mouth—sweet, somewhat salty, and metallic. Geez, you’re head’s pounding—how much did you drink last night? No, this feels different from a hangover—more full-bodied than that—a withdrawal of some kind or another. You must have done more at the party than drink, and yet, you can’t remember having stayed there all that long. No, you left with someone. That’s right. You went with… that overgrown Omega.

Oh no.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!”

He comes in only wearing a pair of snug boxers—body stacked with brawn, not a single hint of Omega-like softness aside from his tousled bed hair. There’s a big toothy smile on his face—eyes are creased in cheer while carrying an overfull breakfast tray. You know you’re hungry, and yet you can’t bring yourself to feel anything but sick to your stomach by the horrid sight of his flaunted neck, decorated by a gory ring of your bitemark.

No. No, no, no, no, no! Fuck! “Tell me that’s not what I think it is…”

He laughs lightly with an awkward smile, apologetically scratching the back of his neck while balancing the tray in the other hand. “I’m afraid so…”

The world stops spinning, and for a moment, you think it might actually never start up again. Your throat snares, and you think you might throw up. How the fuck could this happen?

He sets the tray down next to you, then himself. The whole bed takes waves upon his weight. You remain still—eyes unrest and mouth hung.

“Hey, I know this might not be what we had planned, but…” he starts.

But you don’t let him finish before declaring, “I’ll take full responsibility.”

There’s nothing else to do, you think. The red string of fate has tied the two of you together. It’s sealed.

“There is no going back now.”

His face expresses shock, but if you’d taken a closer look, he’d probably not be able to hide it—the overwhelming sensation of victory. Oh, bless your Alpha pride. He knew you would say that.

He smiles softly. “I’m in your care then.”

It’s a work in progress after that—slow in the beginning, but that’s to be expected. You never pegged yourself to be the type who got caught up in the unmendable mistakes of a one-night stand, but then here you were—mated with a stranger, moving into his apartment because it’s bigger and closer to work, sharing the same bed and eating the same meals and helping each other through one another’s ruts and heats.

He's still no closer to being your type. In fact, he’s the total opposite—too giant to give you even a semblance worth of superiority over him. A couple of days ago, when he’d been searching for the remote in the couch you were lying on, he’d taken to pick you up instead of just asking you to move. It was completely humiliating. He’s so brazen, and it’s starting to become clear he’s doing it all on purpose!

He doesn’t get fussy when you state your claim of being the one on top—no, but what he does instead is somehow worse, going along with it with snide praise, grinning up at you, his big hands weighing heavy on your haunches as you roll them, calling you his good girl. It seems to humor him how it angers you—chuckling behind your hands as you layer them both atop his mouth, growling at him to “Shut up!”

No, he doesn’t mind letting you take charge. He rather enjoys the view of watching you ride—working so hard to appease him while he rests pretty and admires your body—all soft edges and plush curves. You tire quickly, though—poor thing, why don’t you leave the rest to him?

You had rejected it the first few times he’d offered. Your bruised pride simply wouldn’t have it—you’d rather you both stop than let him finish you off. But a couple more nights and you’d quicker come around than either of you expected—perhaps worn down by his constant nagging or simply fed up with your own failure—you let him assist by bouncing you on his lap.

You wouldn’t admit it to his face, never, but you’d enjoyed it far more than you could have ever thought…

Thankfully, your face in and of its own glory told him all he needed to know. It didn’t take long before he’d taken full advantage of it, nor for you to begin allowing it without being asked. Soon you were letting him fuck you against the wall, making the entire room shake—wall creaking and shelves rattling, pictures falling down. You hold your tongue and hold on tightly, arms and legs wrapped around him—moaning sweetly right by his ear. Fuck, you even bite him again.

As time passed, you came around to indulging more and more of his antics. Letting him fuck you from behind—hard and heavy and deep—thrusting into you while grappling your waist. You even go down on all fours when he does it—digging your claws into the sheets.

Lying belly-up beneath him still makes you feel nervous—and slightly ashamed—almost convinced something’s wrong with you for liking it. And yet you can’t help it. You know any other Omega wouldn’t fuck you like this. They wouldn’t have the stamina, the drive, or the desire. Not like him, who does it all like it’s his nature even when it shouldn’t be.

Guess you’re both freaks.

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[blkgirl-writing]

Hi, I saw your smut requests post and was wondering if you could write one about touch starved Gale finally being alone with reader/Tav and getting his satisfaction? (Yeah, I got inspired by your nsfw headcanons about him, how could you tell?) Please and thank you!

PS Can I be 🧀 anon?

What happened at the moon lit pond

Gale X Fem!Reader

Baldurs gate 3

It’s been, probably three years since I’ve written a full fanfic? I’ll admit I’m probably a little rusty. Thank y’all for hanging in, and I hope this fulfills our nerdy wizard boy needs. thank you so much 🧀 anon for the request! I hope you stay and request some more.

Important tags: lots of pining, some angst (no sad ending), smutty (male and female Masterbation, male giving female oral), spoilers for gales mid game story, romance, Gale is an anxious mess, The thought of gale brushing his hair from his face got me GOING 😩

Word count: 1.9k

(Part 1.5 HERE) (PART 2 HERE)

(Gale headcanons that inspired this here)

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Gale didn’t know how to handle these new feelings for you. He makes a fool of himself everyday, it seems. He always offers you a slice of his bread, even if you gave your own, he saves some of his own morning coffee for you, since he wakes up earlier, and even warm it up for you with a spell.

He simply wanted you to like him. That would be all he needed, but anything else that may follow that would be a true blessing. Gale wanted nothing more than to make you laugh, to see your smile and know he was the reason why, to camp and be the first and last person you’d speak to before sleep.

Gale wouldn’t let his mind wander much past that, or he tried to not let it. The occasional dream would slip through where you were his, and he was yours. It simply put him in panic mode In the waking hours, trying to not be obvious, scared you’d find out, what exactly? He wasn’t sure. You were too kind to break his heart so effortlessly, like he feared you would.

Endless scenarios danced in gales head of rejection, humiliation, and what would happen if he let himself go, life he was tasked to do. It wouldn’t take much, to convince him to live. Friendship, a place to call home, even if it was ever moving. Company he could entrust his life to. It was all so appealing. Luring him into life, breathing a new passion into his purpose, one he’d lost many years ago, sometime when he was alone for so many years.

Those thoughts seemed to linger on forever, sweeping over his barely conscious brain to awaken him again, rustling him from what could be a good nights rest. Eventually, Gale decided to just get up and go for a walk.

Camp had been set up in one of the most beautiful places any of you had seen. Waterfalls tinted emerald green, sand fine and shimmering in the light, may it be sun or moon. I’m one of those waterfalls, he found you.

Waist deep in the pond. Skin and hair dripping wet, shining more than usual water would, adding a silver glow to the night. You looked better than a goddess could ever imagine, and still, his eyes never dipped below you shoulders, even though he deeply wanted to look lower. Instead, he stood there, looking like a fucking idiot, gods know how long. Maybe a tree branch snapped, or maybe you finally snapped out of your trance, but your head whipped in his direction, eyes darting across the small beach, only relaxing when you realize only gale stands before you.

“Oh, Gale, it’s just you…” you let out a deep, jagged breath, the anxiety flowing out of your body just as quickly as it racked through it.

“Just? Are you disappointed?” Gale smirked, although his heart raced in his chest, one word and he'd sulk back to camp, but gods he wanted to stay and spend the whole night with you under the stars.

“Far from it, really. I was just thinking about how much you’d enjoy this view if you were here” you tore your eyes away from Gale, focusing on the stars. “I thought it may remind you of waterdeep. You paint a very beautiful picture of home.”

“I can think of a few things much, much more beautiful than Waterdeep,” his voice low, raspier than usual. Easily explained away from the lack of sleep or old sleeping bags, not for what it really was. Deep yearning, wanting, needing.

“I’d love to see them someday, then.”

“We’ll just have to get you a mirror, then,” “All the beauty in the world would reflct

"Gale, I-" You finally looked into his eyes, he wore his heart on his sleeve, at least for a moment. Those puppy eyes, dark bust glistening in the full moonlight, his hair messy from turning in his sleep, he wanted you, in many more ways than one. Gale's emotions could never be that simple, of course.

"Well," you walked towards him, water inching lower and lower, revealing more and more of your body, yet gales eyes stayed on yours. "Why don't you join me for a swim. It's a beautiful night."

"an offer I could not refuse." Gale's face was plastered with that cocky smile, the one that could melt anyone into a puddle in seconds.

He might have been a gentleman and kept his eyes upwards, but you were not so much, Gale untied his robes, gods why were there so many damn layers? It was quite a sight, his little mannerisms that showed more of him to you than he had shown to you. He was nervous, his fingers missing the simple ties frequently, he got annoyed by his hair getting in his eyes, a grimace appearing before he swept his hair behind his ear.

Your eyes lingered on his circle smoke tattoo, his toned arms, his downright massive hands. he was more tan than you realized, To be fair, he's always covered in those loose robes, leaving you to wonder what was underneath. You were more than happy to finally be finding out. But not below the waist.

"Isn't it a bit cold to be this naked?"

"The water is warmer than the air, I promise." You extended a hand out to Gale, even though he was feet away from you. "Come on, Gale from Waterdeep being afraid of some cold water? Sounds redundant."

"You got me there." He finally stepped into the glimmering pond surrounded by rocks and sand, enough to have your own little corner, to lessen the echo if it was needed. The whole camp didn't need to know all of your business. It must've been a magical lake, as both you and Gale noted separately. Unnaturally still, even when you moved freely, small glowing lights pooled at your sides, occasionally bubbling into the air once you leaned against a large, bright rock.

"May I ask what you were doing out here at this hour?" Gale spoke, still much further away from you than he wanted to be,

"Can I not take a mid-night swim?" You raised your brows in a questioning glance his way "A woman needs time to herself. These days and nights have been very stressful."

Gales very audible oh, slipped through the silence. "You don't have to relax alone." His eyes finally gave in to the need, scanning your body with a low moan slipping past his lips. His excitement was immediate, brushing against your lower stomach all the way past your navel.

"You've wanted this." You stated, brushing your hand against his thigh.

"There's plenty of magic around us, I want the Gale right in front of me." You dared to inch even closer, his thigh fully slipping between yours, inches away from touching your pussy. His hands floated inches from your waist, "Let me give you everything"

"Give me everything" With that, Gale's hand grabbed your waist, gently guiding you onto his thigh, motioning your hips down and swaying only him. The sensation sent sparks flying through his body, you were right in front of him, completely bare and rocking with pleasure onto him. Better than any dream he'd thought up, any fantasy that ran through his head even at the most inappropriate of times. Yes even during the throws of battle. Even in hard times like that, he was so drawn to you.

Gales other hand came up to your jawline, tilting your head so he could latch his mouth around your neck. Deep marks left behind while he inches his way in hickeys up your neck, jaw, and finally to your lips. Any semblance of anonymity flew out the window, not a single person could miss what he gave you, artfully placed dark spots painting your skin. "I have never seen such a beautiful being in my life"

"I could say the same about you gale," You said betwixt breathy moans, picking up the pace of your grinding hips against his thigh, his hand on your waist moving between a tight grip on your ass, and a light but so effective caress of your clit. Every time you got so close, his fingers moved, he was teasing you. His cocky smirk felt even through his kiss.

"I want you to come on my mouth." As if he was reading your slightly frustrated thoughts, "I want to taste you in my dreams."

All you could manage was a frantic nod, a mumbled yes, and shakily hoisting yourself up onto a rock that was perfect for gales pretty head to be between your thighs. Gale pushed your thighs apart with one hand, which stayed firmly grabbing onto you. The other sneaked up your thigh, tracing patterns along your skin. "Gale, please," you whispered out of pure desperation. The only warmth coming from your feet still in the water, otherwise your skin exposed to the biting air.

"All you had to do was ask, my lady" Gales fingers easily slid into you, curling up and pumping in and out, while he leaned into your pussy, maintaining eye contact as he placed one kiss just to the right of where you needed him to be. All he needed was to be touched, to touch you. Your legs wrapped around him to get Gale even closer, urging him closer.

"Touch yourself" Barely a whisper, but Gale caught it, and certainly didn't need to be told twice. Secretly, he could cum from this alone, your taste, how soft you were, how loud you could get. It was more than enough to orgasm right there with you, however, that is not exactly how he wanted your first sexual experience to go. His hand clutching your thigh came to his cock, rubbing much faster and harder than he was fingering you. he was eager. He wanted this to last forever, he wanted you to cum again and again and again into his mouth. He wanted his face even more dripping from your juices.

"Gale I can't hold it-" You nearly screamed, his tongue swirling and sucking, lightly biting, it was almost too much. Then, he moaned. A loud, deep moan and that was it. Vibrations running through your body from his mouth. there noise that left your mouth could've been heard across Baldurs gate, you silently thanked this magical pound for being so secluded, as you would be borderline embarrassed if people heard. Gales didn't come back up for hair until he was sure you were finished, getting every last drop of you.

"You certainly are loud" Gales tone was so smug it almost made you laugh. You gripped onto his shoulders as he swept you down from the perch, pressing his whole body to yours. After all that, after her definitely came, he was still so hard, and so pressed against you that you couldn't help but gasp. "I want to hear that again."

"Hear what, exactly?" you teased, lifting a finger to trace his chest.

"To hear you cum," his lips dipped down to your ear, slightly nibbling on it, before he rasped "and to feel you on my cock."

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Part two, here

(Requests Open)

[avis-writeshq]

carriage six – spencer reid

summary: Spencer Reid prides himself in his routine. Wake up at half-past six. Leave his apartment at a quarter past seven. Get onto the seven thirty train. Arrive at Quantico at eight forty five. He has a plentiful of reasons as to why he does it; it’s efficient, it gets him to the office early, it works. But the biggest reason is the girl that always sits in the seat a few rows across from him, headphones on and always reading a book. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, rated G for mutual pining and second hand embarrassment. no use of (Y/N).

warnings: fluff, boy band spencer reid (caution, hot!). i tried to write in Spencer’s pov, and with that comes a lot of rambling. i like to think that his mind is running 100 miles an hour, so i tried to write in a style that could implicate that <3

wc: 1.8k

part two: platform ten

Spencer tries not to look so excited when he enters the subway, clad in light grey slacks, a lavender dress shirt, a brown and purple argyle sweater vest and a mauve coloured tie. His signature leather bag is strapped across his chest and he has a light cardigan in his hand; the weather reports said it would be cold today. His head spins with the statistics on the accuracy of meteorology, considering the bright and sunny skies that blessed the citizens of D.C that morning. He’s donning a new haircut today as well. It was a lot shorter than he originally planned to get it, but he likes it. In fact, he likes it a lot, particularly the way it drapes across his forehead and the way it looks messy but still cool. That’s how he would describe it. Cool. He feels cool.

He hasn’t been able to get onto the subway for three days because of a case in Connecticut and his mind wanders. Will there be another case soon? How long would it take? He hopes it would be a local case. He feels guilty thinking that; he shouldn’t be hoping for a case at all. After all, that would only mean someone else has met their untimely death. He shakes his head to dismiss the thoughts. 

He steps onto the train, onto the sixth carriage, and sits on his usual seat. In his mind, it’s the perfect seat. It avoids the sun so he doesn’t need to squint and he doesn’t have to turn the brightness level of his phone all the way up. It’s right next to the door in case he needs to make a quick exit. It’s right next to a handicapped seat, meaning that people tended to avoid it. But the best thing about this seat was the view.

He cringes when he thinks of it. ‘View’ sounds gross. Perverted. ‘View’ is the wrong word to describe it. His favourite thing about this particular seat is the company. Yes, he likes the company, although it technically doesn’t exactly count as company. 

His gaze shifts to his company. Exactly four rows away, her eyes trained on the book in her hands. He recognises it to be ‘Pride and Prejudice’, the limited edition rose gold copy that was released eight months, three weeks and two days ago. He has the same copy sitting on his dresser. 

She looks different today. Granted, it had been three days since he last saw her. He scans her figure to try to place his finger on the difference and he realises. She’s wearing a new lipgloss. Spencer’s cheeks burn when he realises. Why on earth— no, how on earth is he able to tell? He feels himself cringe and he shifts his gaze and scans the rest of carriage in an attempt to busy himself and his mind, but his eyes ultimately fall back on his company.

Spencer can’t seem to take his eyes off of her. What’s she listening to? Where is she up to in her book? Does she like Austen? Has she read any other books by her? What does she think of Elizabeth and Darcy’s relationship? So many questions enter his mind and he wishes he had the guts to go over and strike up a conversation. But he’s not like Morgan. He doesn’t have that type of charisma or that type of confidence. If anything, he supposes, he’s self aware. He knows that the moment he starts a conversation, he would start rambling for twenty minutes about the relationship dynamics between the characters and why Austen was so incandescent and exceeded all beliefs as a writer in her world. He’d start to bring in authors like Virginia Woolf and why her admiration towards Jane Austen was warranted. Ultimately, Spencer thinks to himself as his eyes wander back to the girl, he’d scare her off.

He watches as she falters in her movements, her fingers pausing from flipping the page and Spencer frowns. From what he could tell, she was a little bit more than halfway through the book. Maybe up to page 260? But there’s nothing remotely difficult in that part of the book. If anything, that was the most simple and straightforward section of the entire text. And then he realises. His cheeks burn once more and he quickly busies himself with his phone, biting his lip and avoiding her amused gaze. Your amused gaze.

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips as you meet his gaze. You’ve seen him all the time, for the past three years in fact, when you first moved to D.C. He’s cute, really cute, and he’s even cuter when he looks like a deer caught in headlights. You raise a teasing eyebrow his way and you watch as he quickly avoids your gaze, looking into his phone. You can’t the soft laugh that leaves your lips, your fingers tracing against the pages of your book. Maybe you have a little more confidence in yourself than you thought.

***

The next day, Spencer feels a small sense of dread creeping into his heart. He feels embarrassed, so goddamn embarrassed, and he wonders how he could face you. His cheeks are burning and he tugs at his collar. He’s wearing a light blue shirt with a patterned purple tie, along with dark navy coloured pants. He teeters on his feet, waiting with anticipation for the train. The moment he enters the carriage, his eyes fall to the seat you would be seated at, only to see no one at all. He can’t help but frown, a little disappointed but a little relieved. He moves to his usual seat, and lo and behold, he sees you there, one leg crossed over the other and reading a different book. 

He mutters a soft apology as he slides into the seat next to you, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“Wuthering Heights,” he says, surprising himself.

He watches as you look up from your pages, a small smile on your face. You’re wearing the same lip gloss as yesterday.

“Yeah.” You smile, taking your headphones off and letting them rest around your neck. “You’ve… have you read it before?”

He nods, and he curses himself for looking so eager. “Yes! Um, yes, I’ve read it. It’s really good.”

“Brönte is brilliant,” You respond, sliding a bookmark in between the pages. “I finished Pride and Prejudice last night. Jane Austen is still my favourite.”

You’re baiting him. He knows that. He takes it.

“I saw,” He says quietly, biting his lip. “Not– not in like a stalker way! I just… I just noticed you reading it on the train. Yesterday. I, um, I saw you reading it yesterday.”

He wants to kick himself. His face is flushed and he’s sure that his neck is just as red as his face. His ears are hot and his head spins when he hears you laugh.

“It’s okay. I saw you too.” You offer a smile, your own cheeks warm. “You were reading Edgar Allen Poe a few weeks ago. Is he any good?”

His eyes light up and he tucks an invisible strand of hair behind his ear. It’s a habit of his, since he’s had longer hair almost all of his life. 

“He’s very good,” Spencer insists, pulling the little book out of his satchel. “His works range from short stories to poetry, his most famous works being The Tell-Tale Heart, and Annabel Lee. The former is a short story. It’s a little grim, but he writes in an incredibly eloquent way that presents the narrator’s descent into madness, despite the point of the text being to convince the reader that he isn’t mad. Annabel Lee is a poem about a man obsessed with a woman named Annabel Lee and-“

He purses his lips, realising how much he’s spoken. He coughs into his fist, setting his book down in his lap as he quickly glances at you. 

“…and what?” You prompt, your head tilting the side in curiosity. “Go on, don’t let me stop you. You’re convincing me to actually get the book on his collection of works.”

His head practically snaps to look at you, a look of surprise on his face. He scans your face for any insincerity, from your eyes all the way down to your lips, before clearing his throat. 

“Um… well, uh, in Annabel Lee, the narrator speaks about keeping her in a castle by the sea. It’s a classic case of isolation and some literature analysts even go as far as to say that the narrator was hoping that Annabel would fall in love with him through Stockholm Syndrome but died before the narrator was able to carry out his plan.”

You take in his words, nodding along to his explanation. “You seem to be an expert yourself.”

He laughs, running his fingers through his hair. “No, I uh, I’m not an expert on literature or anything. But I am a doctor.”

“A doctor?” Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Like… a medical doctor or…? No offence, but you really don’t look like a medical doctor.”

He laughs again, nodding. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not. I have PhD’s in chemistry, mathematics and physics, as well as BAs in psychology, sociology and philosophy.”

You let out a low whistle. “You a collector or something?”

He blushes, swallowing thickly. “No, I uh… no…?”

“You don’t sound too sure of yourself doctor…” You pause, realising that you really don’t know much about this man. You look up at him expectantly. 

“Reid,” He says quickly, clearing his throat. “Spencer Reid. You, um, you don’t have to call me doctor.”

“Alright then, Spencer.” You smile, and he thinks it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. You introduce yourself and he tells you that you have a pretty name. 

Time passes, and the conversation continues. You could talk for hours with Spencer; about books, movies, anything. He can make anything sound interesting, it’s one of his charms. He smiles a boyish grin as he talks, gesticulating wildly as he rants about his favourite texts and why Austen is a genius. He asks you what you’re listening to and you almost scream at the thought of introducing him to Taylor Swift. 

Before long, the train lurches to a stop at his station and he can’t help but feel a little disappointed. 

“It was nice meeting you. Officially,” He adds, gripping the strap of his leather bag. 

“It was nice to officially meet you too,” You respond, smiling up at him as he gets up from his seat. “Tomorrow?”

His eyes practically light up. “Tomorrow.”

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part two: platform ten

[mythicmanuscripts]

I hope you know that this blog is my new obsession. You’re so right about everything you say I am OBSESSED. I read your sub!jace stuff and I noticed that you mentioned both that he gets super super sensitive after his orgasm and also that he gets emotional and vulnerable when sex is over and I just… I need more info!!! Info on both of these and info on them together!!!

Of course!!! Sensitive!jace is quite possibly my favourite headcannon of mine so of course!! Somehow this ended up being both smutty and angsty? I swear I didn’t start off thinking of angst but clearly the angst thought of me and now we’re here.

NSFW sub!Jace content below the cut :))

So obviously Jace realised pretty quickly that he got super super sensitive after an orgasm. But I also think that Jace tended to fall victim to a drop in all the feel good hormones even on his own?

It’s why Jace used to view masturbation as bad. It wasn’t because of any religious view or anything like that. It was just because every single time he got himself off, it would feel really really good until suddenly it didn’t and then not only could he not even manage to clean himself for a good 20min afterwards but also he just felt this awful drop in mood. More often than not he’d end up hugging a pillow and crying softly every time.

This is why Jace decided he would remain a virgin until his wife. He told people it was because if his wife would be expected to remain pure, then he would do the same for her. And yeah the thought of saving himself for his wife is appealing, but the main reason he waits is because he has no idea how to tell a woman that he’s going to get super sensitive afterwards and probably cry.

So he tries to avoid it. But of course he’s a young man, he’s not gonna be able to avoid horniness forever. That only gets ten times worse when his mother introduces him to his future wife. You’re sweet and kind to him, of course, but you also rile him up so easily. He gets so turned on he doesn’t even know what to do with himself and he wakes up hard thinking of you all the time.

I think maybe you discover this before the wedding even happens?

You have plenty of fun teasing Jace, stealing kisses from him when you’re alone and listening to his little whines and whimpers when you tug his hair. Everything about him is intoxicating, and you can’t wait until you get to experience all of him. You’d sleep with him before the wedding no questions asked, but Jace made it clear waiting was important to him so of course you never pressed the issue.

That’s not to say you didn’t sneak into his room and kiss him and lay on his bed and talk about your future. Jace genuinely loves every single moment of being with you, and he’s not as scared or nervous about things being sexual as he thought he’d be.

Until one day when things get really heated. You’re not quite sure how it happened but somehow you’ve ended up with Jace pushed against the wall of his bedroom, your thigh between his legs and he’s desperately trying to grind down against it. He looks so pretty like that, his flushed, his curly hair sticking to his face as he pants and whines.

You just have to see him come undone. There’s no way you can leave without seeing that. And bless him he’s so sweet that he asks if you’re okay with that. As if letting him hump your leg wasn’t indication enough.

You hold his hips, helping him get a proper rhythm and press kisses on his neck. You can feel him shake against you, and pretty soon he’s whines are getting louder and he says he’s close. You just tell him to do it, and god he’s so pretty. He flings his head back against the wall and gasps, his whole body going stiff before he collapses against you, shaking softly.

You catch him easily, wrapping your arms around him and telling him how hot that was. That genuinely might have been the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen.

As you speak, your leg moves a little and suddenly Jace is flinching and whining, mumbling “Please, no more please.”

You step back for a second, making sure your leg is nowhere is crotch anymore before pulling him back into your arms. But just the movement of him taking a step forward makes his cock rub against his underwear and the harsh fabric of his pants. It’s all too much, he’s way too sensitive and he can’t take it. He ends up collapsing against you, clinging to you and mumbling that it’s too much.

You’re confused, because you aren’t touching his crotch anymore but he still seems to be shaking and his hips are bucking up every now and then.

“Jace,” you say, your voice soft and concerned, “can you tell me what’s wrong? I can’t help if I don’t know.”

He says it’s starting to hurt, and then his hand falls down to his crotch. Only he actually pulls his pants one way ever so slightly and that causes even more friction.

Thankfully, that motion was enough to realise what was wrong and how to help.

You help him walk to the bed, wincing every time he whines and had to stop walking for a moment. By this point you’re so worried. You’ve never seen or heard of anything like this. You worry you may have seriously hurt him somehow.

When he gets to the bed, he tries to undo the buttons on his pants but his hands won’t stop shaking. You stop him, telling him to let you do it for him. It’s a testament to just how overwhelmed and sensitive he was that he didn’t even protest being naked in front of you before the wedding.

You’re as gentle as you can as you slowly pull down his pants and underclothes. And thankfully, his cock seems fine? Well, it’s not red or bleeding or swollen so you thankfully realise that means you probably didn’t manage to hurt him somehow.

His entire demeanour changes once the pants have been removed. He flops down onto the bed like all his strings have been cut. You lean over and press a kiss to his forehead before going to pout his soiled clothes in the washing pile and then wetting a rag with warm water to clean him a little.

When you get back, he’s crying? He’s hugging a pillow right, silent tears running down his cheeks. When he sees your back he tries to hide the tears but it’s too late.

You ask him if you did anything to upset him, and he shakes his head. Then you ask if you can help in anyway. He ducks his head for a moment and then quietly asks, “Stay? For a little? Please?”

There’s no way in hell you can deny him so remove your shoes and join him in bed. You tell him you’ve put a wet cloth on his nightstand if he wants want to clean the now dried cum that’s on him, or you could do it for him. To your surprise, this question makes him whine and turn to hide against your chest. He clings to you and shakes his head before finally mumbling, “Still too sensitive.”

That’s when you start to put together what happened, or at least a likely version of what happened. You’re heard of men who liked to be tortured by keeping stimulation on their cock after they finished, you know men are supposed to feel exponentially more sensitive after an orgasm. You realise that for whatever reason, Jace seems to be even more sensitive than most, so much so that his clothes were too much to handle after his orgasm.

And then he also seems to be very emotional? He’s just hugging you and crying softly, his grip on you as tight as possible.

You stay like that for a while until Jace recovers enough to form full sentences. Jace, of course, thinks he’s blown with you and that you’re about to go to his mother and announce that you won’t marry him. No woman could possibly want something like this.

That never happens of course. You just ask Jace what happened and why. You ask if you pushed him told hard, if you made him do something he didn’t want. He’s quick to promise that’s not the case. He absolutely loved what happened, right up until he came and then suddenly his pants were too much stimulation.

You just kiss his head and give him a little squeeze, telling him that the two of you will figure out what he needs together.

He sleeps easy that night.

(Good lord that was so long. I intended to write in general how this concept would work through the relationship but somehow ended up with this? So uh, I’ll make sensitive!jace a tag and then if any of you lads want to see more or add your own thougnts, you can send them through and I’ll add them all to the tag)

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Heyoo! Can i request az x reader where they're mates and vowed to each other that till death do them apart. But az started questioning if he would die for his mate ever since elain came into picture, bcos of the 3 brothers for 3 sisters thing. And reader sort of found out about az's feelings and wanted time off from each other. Then all of a sudden war broke out in the court and everything was crazy. Reader went out to look for az making sure he is safe when she saw an arrow shot towards him and reader took the hit for az. And az started to regret his doubt in thie relationship and begging for his mate's forgiveness. Major angst pls and the ending is up to you! Thank you and have a great day 💖

Scattered Vows.

Azriel x f!Reader

Warnings; way too much angst, mentions of death and battle. Mental illness.

Masterlist.

Uhm my heart broke. I think you will need a tissue box.

You watched the door of your bedroom for what felt like hours. A sigh escaped your lips, and you pressed your head on your mate’s pillow, his scent so faint like he hadn’t slept in your bed for weeks. And he probably hadn’t, you couldn’t remember the last time he stayed in bed for more than three hours.

The city was bright and warm offering a perfect view from the hill you were currently standing on. Your friends’ eyes were filled with tears as they watched you and your mate standing in front of the priestess.

“What do you vow to each other?” She asked.

“I vow to be by your side, protecting you and loving you until my last breath.” Azriel’s eyes watered as he spoke, his scarred hands grabbed your own and he pressed a soft kiss on your skin.

“I vow to always support you and love you. To always shield you from any harm, heck I would even take an arrow for you.” You chuckled and Azriel smiled.

“May the Mother bless this union and let it bloom like the most precious flowers” the priestess shouted and started murmuring a prayer.

“I love you my angel” Azriel whispered.

“I love you” you whispered back as the tears streamed down your face.

You teared up at the memory. Those vows meant something right? Even though he reeked of jasmine when he came back, he loved you right?

You heard the door open, and your mate’s footsteps filled the silence, making you wipe your tears and sit up. He removed his boots to not wake you and you suppressed the urge to scoff, you slowly slipped out of bed and walked down the hall to find him.

He was standing at the middle of the kitchen watching the two cold plates on the table with a frown.

“You’re here” you noted, and he glanced at you.

“Please don’t start I’m not in the mood.” He huffed.

“Don’t start what Azriel? You stood me up AGAIN” you threw your hands in the air.

“Fine you want to do this now? Okay” he yelled, and you flinched.

Azriel had never raised his voice at you, it was one of the things you loved about him, how you could always talk things out without wrecking your vocal cords.

“Where were you?” You asked and stepped closer.

“I had to finish some reports” he replied and you stepped even closer making him back off, you quirked a brow knowing exactly why he did it and marched to him sniffing. Jasmine.

Your hands clenched into fists, and you growled “you were finishing off reports or Elain’s cunt?”

His eyes widened and he bared his teeth “don’t speak for her like that”.

Your heart broke into million pieces, every fear suddenly felt real and deep down you realized that the union bloomed like a beautiful flower, but in Elain’s garden.

“You’re defending her?” You gaped at him, your face pale.

“I can’t do this anymore y/n. Lately I’ve been thinking about everything and especially our vows…” he trailed off and you felt like his feet were stepping over the pieces of your heart, crushing them into even smaller fragments.

“Go on” you whispered and let the tears escape.

“I’ve been thinking about Cassian and Rhys…they are mated with two of the sisters and I wonder if I should be mated to the third one. Three brothers and three sisters.” He explained and his eyes watered.

“What?” You asked him.

“I just don’t feel like I want to protect you until my last breath…. Because I can’t protect both of you at the same time…” he avoided your eyes

“You want to protect her until your last breath” you whispered and he nodded.

“Okay, please pack your things and leave.” You continued.

“Don’t do this” he breathed “I’m so confused, I’m not even sure if this is what I want. I just spend time with her to see if I’m really interested or if it’s just a sick thought”

“You want me to stay with you until you decide which one you want?” You gasped at his nerve.

“I-i don’t know. Can we just take a break? I won’t touch her I promise I just need some time to think.” He pleaded.

You felt numb, and an adamant wall fell on your side of the bond, blocking him entirely.

You just wanted to be alone, you didn’t have any more power to argue. “Okay. Pack your things and leave and we will speak again when you make your decision.” You lied hoping it will get him out of the house as soon as possible.

“Thank you” he gave you a sad smile and walked into your bedroom. The small cottage you two had built a few months before the ceremony felt empty and dull now as every promise of love died slowly.

You covered your mouth with your palm to keep the sobs in as you clenched your eyes shut and let the tears flow. Azriel reached the door with a small bag thrown over his shoulder and glanced back at you. You turned your back on him and waited to hear the door shutting.

“I’ll be back” he promised and left.

When you couldn’t hear the beating sound of his wings anymore you let it all out, a heartbreaking scream wrecked your throat and you dropped on your knees. Every kiss, every touch, every promise pierced your skin and escaped to the darkness of the sky.

You remained on the kitchen floor for two days, letting every feeling out hoping that it would stop hurting so bad. You reached a point of numbness, where even your love for him was dull now, cursing at yourself for trusting him. He had your fragile heart in his hands, and he crushed it into mist, without a care, without a hint of regret. You pictured him in her arms and rage made your body tremble, you despised her even though it wasn’t her fault. She sure was a wicked female for leading on a mated male but then again why should she care? He was the one who should have said no.

A booming sound pulled you out of your thoughts and you felt the ground shaking making you furrow your eyebrows and peek out the window. Velaris' shield was gone, you couldn’t feel the magic anymore and winged creatures descended from the sky, slaughtering everyone in their path. The autumn court’s banners emerged from the mountains, with an army behind them. You gasped and quickly grabbed a dagger, running out of the cottage and winnowing to the main square, Feyre and Mor were there holding swords and shouting at people to hide.

“Where’s Azriel?” you shouted at Feyre.

“He….” She paused “He took Elain out of the city, he’ll be back in a few minutes.”

You shook your head, not letting your family’s betrayal cloud your senses. They knew and they supported them, like you never existed.

You ran towards the creatures letting all your feelings out as you sliced their necks, your vision clouding and the image of Azriel flying Elain to safety was the only thing you could see. You crouched and placed your hand on the ground screaming, your eyes became white, and your power flowed out of you, destroying creatures and buildings on its way. You gasped for air and glanced around you, Azriel had landed a few steps behind you, his eyes wide as he stared at you and what you did. You noticed a creature lurking in the corner with a bow in its hands, it grabbed an arrow and pointed it to your mate making your face pale.

“Az” you screamed and ran… ran like your life depended on it, the arrow was shot, Azriel whipped his head to the direction, and you jumped, using the remaining power to lunge yourself in front of him. Silence, deafening silence, a cry, pain, fear and darkness.

Azriel watched the arrow piercing your skin and the tip emerging from your back.

“I vow to always support you and love you. To always shield you from any harm, heck I would even take an arrow for you.” It rang in his mind.

“I would even take an arrow for you.” He cried out your name.

"I would even take an arrow for you.” “Stop” he ordered himself.

“I would even take an arrow for you.” He grabbed his head, his hands covering his ears.

“I would even take an arrow for you.” “No” he screamed and started hitting his head.

“I vow to be by your side, protecting you and loving you until my last breath.” He fell on his knees.

“Lately I’ve been thinking about everything and especially our vows… I just don’t feel like I want to protect you until my last breath…. Because I can’t protect both of you at the same time…”  Darkness.

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Azriel woke up with a groan, he was in his room in the house of wind. He glanced around and noticed Elain sitting on a chair by his bed, her hand holding his own.

He stirred a bit and pulled his hand back making her flinch and open her eyes.

“Az” she whispered and tried to pull him in her arms.

“No! Where is she?” he shouted.

Rhysand entered his room and nodded at Elain to get out.

“Rhys where is she?” Azriel raised his voice again.

“Calm down, you need to rest, your shadows almost strangled you to death” his brother spoke.

“What? Why?” he gaped.

Rhys sighed “I went into your mind while you were asleep, you ordered them to strangle you because you wanted the thoughts to go away”.

Azriel’s eyes watered “Where is she? I have to go to her, I have to apologize. I need to beg her not to leave me”.

“I’m sorry brother, you’ve been out for five days. We couldn’t wait any longer so we buried her at the garden of your cottage”

“No!” Azriel screamed “No no no”

“I vow to always support you and love you. To always shield you from any harm, heck I would even take an arrow for you.”  “NO” he screamed again as his body started seizing.

“Lately I’ve been thinking about everything and especially our vows… I just don’t feel like I want to protect you until my last breath…. Because I can’t protect both of you at the same time…”  “Make it stop, please make it stop” he cried out.

Rhysand quickly moved to his side and grabbed his head making him go to sleep again.

“I’m sorry brother” he whispered and glanced at Feyre who was standing at the door, tears were streaming down her face.

“It’s done” she informed him and let him in her mind.

“Are you sure you want to do this y/n?” She asked you.

“Yes, this is for the best. Just tell him I’m dead.” You replied.

“Okay, please take care of her.” She spoke.

“I will, I promise to give her a place in my court” Eris nodded.

“Thank you” Feyre replied, “for everything, we wouldn’t defeat Beron without you”.

“It was my pleasure” Eris smirked and grabbed your hand.

Feyre let a tear slip as she watched you disappearing with Eris.

“Do you think he will survive this?” She asked Rhysand.

“I doubt it.” He sighed and they walked out, closing the door and locking it.

Sorry <3

[skymar13]

The bakusquad reacting to you dying in battle

I was in the mood to feel hurt

: angst

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Bakugo

Bakugo liked you for a long time since you’d snapped back at him during the first mock battle he knew he was interested in you and after that he mindlessly protected you in every attack, he’d never tell you about his crush though how could he? When the war happened he’d never thought one of his biggest regrets would be not telling you the first chance he got

You and him were placed in the shigaraki dome something he was subconsciously happy about meaning he could protect you if you were injured (poor bby) you had been using your quirk on shigaraki wearing him to lower his resolve you knew you had eraser and monoma behind the scenes taking control of his quirk so what was this? Why was shigaraki growing? He grabbed you suffocating you then dropping your lifeless body right in front of bakugo he had no time to register it he just knew he had to fight back after the whole ideal he runs back to your body begging you to wake up and show that you’re okay but the only thing that he got in response was your head falling limp to the other side he cried that day he had so many regrets

Out of his many regrets one stood out to him the fact he was too pussy to tell you how much loved you and now he had to confess in broken sobs

Kirishima

You guys had been dating since the sports festival where you had totally beat his ass. He had a huge crush on you before hand but that’s when he knew he’d make you a wife (not in this life time tho). He knew you were strong so he trusted you to return safely to his arms after the battle.

He was tired he gave it his all and he knew you had too he wanted nothing more than to hold you and celebrate yalls success together. He had plans of a relaxing spa day with endless cuddle and naps. All that came crumbling down as he sees endeavor carrying your lifeless body through one of the warp gates at first he convinces himself you’re just tired or really injured he runs over to endeavor getting a closer look at you when he’s 3 feet away he can see the repeated stab wounds in your chest some so deep the meat was showing endeavor places you on the floor awaiting medical help. Kiri gets closer falling to his knees as he cradles you in his arms shouting for you to wake up to stop playing he says his I love yous and he shakes cradling your face

You had returned to his arms that day, just not the way he would’ve liked.

Denki

He’d had a major crush on you since the entrance exams when he saw you walk in confidently and take down so many of the robots when he saw you in his class he was delighted that the heavens blessed him with your presence. He immediately worked his magic and started flirting you up. It had taken you a while to reciprocate his advances way too late. You weren’t official but smth in your gut told you you could be saying good bye for the last time. Before your departure you shared your first kiss it wasn’t anything intense but it signified your feelings.

He wasn’t aware that you had died until afterwards he saw a bunch of your team mates start filing into the area and he waited for you bouncing up and down excited to share his point of view. Then he sees the recovery robots carrying a cot with your body on it he runs up scared that you must’ve been hurt but as he gets closer he sees your face deprived of color and eyes lifelessly glossy mouth slightly ajar. He knew you’d died just by the look of you. He breaks into sobs and bangs on the floor throwing a tantrum begging for you to come back before he’s pulled off of you by Aizawa and into a hug when he repeatedly grabs him asking why you?

That day you guys had shared your first and last kiss

Sero

You and sero were supposed to be middle school sweethearts. He’d asked you out during your 3rd year of middle school under the cherry blossom trees. Wonderfully you guys had lasted into your first year of hs technically your second if the war hadn’t happened. You guys had been partnered in the same area which he was thankful for.

You had been engaging into close combat with a villain who had a plant quirk. She’d gotten on top of you pressing her hand to your chest. You hadn’t even realized what had happened before you blacked out and just like that you were gone. When sero looked over to you he sees a giant cherry blossom tree emerging from your chest. He feels his heart shatter into a million pieces as he rounds up the rest of the villains he runs over to your body not being able to shake you or get to hold you one last time due to the size of the tree he sobbed and cried for hours until they announced it was over

Cherry blossoms had always been a symbol of your guys love, but now it’d be a reminder of your death.

Mina

You and her had a secret relationship something so sweet that only you and her could share the private kisses and touches or silent sleepovers in each others dorms your relationship was something only you two has shared.

You had the pleasure of going against all for one along with your awesome girlfriend to say you were hyped was an understatement you’d been training for this moment since your extra training had begun. You’d gotten close to landing the final blow before he had stolen your quirk yanking you by the neck slamming your body into the ground repeatedly until there was no possibility of you making it out alive, Mina heard the repeated gash of your body hitting the ground the repeated gags and gurgles until you fell silent with a final thud as he drops you to the ground mercilessly she wanted to but she couldn’t run over to you and hold you and check on you she was as occupied with trying to get out with her own life. Afterwards she held your cold lifeless body blood covering herself , her suit and the ground she places a kiss to your lips with a hushed I love you

You never had the chance to go public who knew your death would be the way people found out

Jirou

She’d always been used to being in the shadows a quiet person people often forgot about. That was until she met you. You never made her feel forgotten or in the shadows you brought a light to her life as if she was a candle you had a physical quirk and while she does not so she promised to support you from the side lines

She was listening to the fight recording it and making sure it was going correctly until she hears your broken sobs your team mates had been too busy you were in the shadows and couldn’t get free from the villain he pointed his weapon to your head shooting you quickly then again for safe measures. Jirou heard the gun shots she prayed it wasn’t you it had to be someone else it just had to be. When she comes out from her spot she sees your dead body slouched on a wall blood flooding from your forehead a picture of you and Jirou falling out of your costume as she leans to you hugging your body silently sobbing and asking someone to help you

You’d made her feel like a lighten candle but as always you have to blow it out eventually

[deadghosy]

“WHO ARE YOU?”

ADAM X ANGEL! READER

🦆Sorry if it’s long lol, I got inspired by the song to make this ✨

A echoing lullaby goes around the garden of Eden. Waking up a male human who was taking a rather long nap as his eyes open.

Adam, the first man was sitting under a tree sighing as his memory of his first wife leaving him strikes him. He never thought he would be left like that as he oddly felt sad but also felt nothing as he didn’t know how to control his emotions. But then the echoing lullaby broke him out of his train of thought.

He shook his head, thinking it was just nothing. But the echoing of the melody got louder, and louder, and loud in his head to the point it was like a siren calling out for him to follow the voice. He looks up to see a beam of light strike down. Everything rumbles, making the first man fall to his stomach at the powerful shake.

Adam coughed, sitting up as he dusted himself off and stood up fully. He walked through the garden, following the enchanting melody. He closes his eyes, feeling as if the melody swirled around him. Making him him feel like dream as he flutters his eyes.

“What…is that…?” Adam asked himself as he blinked amazed at what is happening. He couldn’t believe it as he is thinking it’s a blessing from god himself.

He finally reached the section of the garden as the beam of light vanishes in a blink before it started to act weird.

The light flickers from behind the tree branches covering the view of what could be behind the cause of this blinding light and melody voice calling out for him. He lets out a breath and lifts up the branch.

He sees a glowing figure, the figure glowed so bright like the stars as the figure’s face was covered by the light that arises from its own body. He had to blink a couple of times to get use to its light.

“Who are you?” He says in a low tone to not scare whatever it is. The figure was in a sitting position, having their knees close to their chest as four pair of wings spout out of their back. Even head wings as a blinding light covers their face, making them faceless at some point. They turned to the man as they stood up, the light getting brighter as a sun in the sky. They seemed to be naked as their breasts/pecs were most noticeable in features from the light that Adam couldn’t bear much long to stare.

“Do not be afraid..”

The voice whispers, but the whisper sounded loud as Adam suddenly passes out by a bright light. He wakes up to see everything practically normal as he touches his eyes to see if anything went on with him. But there was nothing, it was like the figure wasn’t even real to say. It kinda scared Adam before the lull sky rolls in his head calming down any thoughts in the first man’s head as he heard bushes rustling to see a lady. Who he must assumed was his new wife, Eve.

Years pass as that same melody echos in his head every time he thinks about you. Usually when Adam feels pissy, that melody calms him down out of nowhere. When he feels happy, it hums in his head. When he feels sad..which is never really an issue to be sad in heaven, he would hear it softly.

It’s gotten to the point he talked to sera about it, but she didn’t really know either. That made Adam get angered as the lullaby lulls in his head making him calm down. Sera sees Adam relaxed oddly after showing his anger towards her. He found it odd at how he could calm down that instantly. That’s when sera finally realizes what’s going on.

“$!@$&/&” Sera tries to say but she grabs her throat. It was like a barrier got caught in her throat, preventing her from saying the truth.

Adam raised a brow at her, “what? You got imaginary dick in your mouth or somethin'?” He asked as sera has a panicked look trying to explain. But only nothing came out.

“Listen, if you wanna fuck with me. Then fine. Bye bitch.” He said flipping her off as sera just screams in silence gaining weird looks. Adam walks through the streets of heaven pissed off. He knew he wasn’t going crazy as he literally heard it from afar and not in his head most definitely. Lute came by him, “Sir! Sera wanted me to make sure you are alright.” Adam rolled his eyes at the angel solider beside him. “Well, tell her I don’t need to be checked on. I’m the first man for Christ sake! I can handle whatever the fuck is going on with me.” He says before flying off from Lute. She scrunched her face a bit before sighing. She also flies away.

It’s now night time as Adam sighs sitting in his bed. He couldn’t get the soft lullaby out of his head…it sucked for him as he gripped his fist, feeling the sharp nails in grave into his own palms. He lets out a shaky breath as he swore he felt eyes on his back. He turned around to find nothing there. So why did he feel paranoid? He didn’t know why but it sucked mad ass as this is heaven for crying out loud. Why should he even be paranoid. He scoffed at his own thoughts and laid down. Not knowing someone was coming to visit him.

A light shines from his ceiling making Adam squint his closed eyes at the brightness. He slowly opens his eyes to see four pair of wings sprout out gracefully as a hum enters the room. It was like a huge hug around Adam’s bedroom as the figure has their hands in a praying gesture “Do not fear.” The figure says as they slowly flew to Adam who is laying down with a “wtf” face as the light blinds his eyes. Adam sits up seeing the light had dimmed a bit as he stares into the “face” of the person he so longed to see after years. His eyes widen to grab your cheek. He felt that is was real as an echoing hum enters his tears that he heard for so long. He couldn’t believe that it was you as you slowly brought up a hand to touch the side of his face. Adam softly leaned it in, making him feel as if this was back when he first met you. Even if you practically ran away from him, it felt nostalgic to have you by him.

“Hello Adam…” you said with a loud whisper. The whisper sounded soft but harsh as Adam looks at you confused. “Who are you?..” he asked like the first time he did. You seemingly smile behind your “light” mask as you tell him your name. “ I am no one….but you can name me…” Adam scoffs but then starts to think of a name that would fit you. As he stares at you, he notices this time you aren’t naked like how he first met you. You were in a full pure white gown. “How about Y/N? How does that sound?” He asked with a smirk, proud of the name he gave you. You hummed softly with a nod liking the name he gave you.

The whole night you two talked like old friends who had plans to go out. It was exhausting for Adam as he just wanted it sleep, but he felt awake listening to you as you talked in a soft tone that could easily put him to sleep. It was like he could talk to you for hours. Yes he made some harsh remarks and comments like he usually does. But he listened and respected when you talked. It was like you had a leash on him to control on how he acts at least. Suddenly a bell rang from your watch as you stood from his bed. It was time for you to go.

“Goodbye Adam…” Y/N says as their wings sprout, making a circle above their head. Adam’s eyes widen going to grab them to make them stay. But he failed as Y/N made a praying hand gesture, their light getting brighter.

A glowing light blinded Adam as he covers his eyes. As he stopped rubbing his eyes, he looked around his room to not find the glowing figure anymore as he scoffed. But the sight of your appearance made him softly smile. He could still hear the echoing lullaby in his head as he lays down in his bed.

With one mutter of a word, he whispers the name of the figure he made for, “Y/N.”

[satangcrush]

break it down, mc!

✦ PAIRING: all brothers & reader ✦ SUMMARY: g!n reader, my rewrite on how Lesson 16 should have gone down (kinda angst) ✦ WC: 1.3k

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“MC-”

“I want to meet Belphegor.”

Diavolo opened his mouth to protest but met eyes with Barbatos who shook his head slightly in response. 

“...Alright.”

The haggard expression on MC’s face surprised Diavolo and he took notice of Barbatos’s blazer covering the front of MC’s body. He had an inkling that something major had happened, and he felt disturbed by that fact.

“Solomon, you stay here. This is a matter involving the brothers and me.”

Solomon quirked an eyebrow at MC’s expression which seemed like they had eaten a sour fruit, and their hands that seemed to be quivering. He finally landed on a response that seemed okay to say. 

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Alright then. I’ll wait here for you.”

“Thank you.” MC muttered out in response and turned to walk. There was no sound of footsteps behind them.

“Is nobody going to lead the way?”

Satan could practically feel the green aura radiating off MC. He had never seen them this angry before. MC was always kind and mellow. Although they had gotten angry a couple of times, the wrath felt from them back then was incomparable to the MC in front of him. 

He opened his mouth to speak but decided against it. Even to the blind, the wrath radiating off MC was palpable, there was no need to mention it out loud. The question of what happened was on everyone’s mind.

The silence was deafening and nobody dared to speak what was on their mind. The walk to the cell felt excruciating and finally, the prison door came into view.

“Open the door.”

Barbatos paused in his movement and questioned.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t worry. If I wasn’t sure that Belphegor wasn’t a threat, I wouldn’t have made my way down here.”

Barbatos then turned to look at Diavolo for confirmation who nodded in response. The prison cell opened with a screeching noise.

Belphegor was still sleeping.

“Wake up.”

“Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor. Wake up now.”

He finally shook awake and met the stares of everyone.

MC bent down to eye level. For some reason, Belphegor could not utter a word to their face.

“I met Lilith.”

“What?”

“I met Lilith. She gave me her powers.”

“Wait, what do you mean by that-”

MC shrugged off the blazer which had been covering the front of their body.

“I was also the one who opened the attic door, with Lilith’s blessing.”

Belphegor’s eyes instantly zeroed on the wound on MC’s chest.

Blood…

“You did this.” There was only finality in their tone.

Without a hint of doubt, Belphegor had already came to that conclusion by himself. His eyes widened and his mouth started to open around an apology.

“I don’t blame you.”

“You… don’t blame me?” His voice was wavering and he stuttered, eyes darting to find any indication of lie in MC’s eyes. 

MC suddenly stood up and there was a gasp in the silence that followed.

“M-MC, y-your chest-”

Mammon said, already ready to dash over to MC to check on the wound.

“Stay.”

There was no power and no invocation behind the word, yet Mammon felt compiled to stay rooted to the spot.

“Your leader failed you.”

Diavolo's eyes widened in shock.

“Lucifer failed you too.”

Lucifer couldn’t say anything because he knew that MC was right.

“However, I still don’t forgive you. I recognise the circumstances that led to this. But… I can’t forgive you. Not for my sake.”

“Diavolo shouldn’t have just shut you down without hearing you out. This kind of management will only breed contempt and in the long run, who would trust a leader that does not listen to their people?”

“Lucifer should have talked to you, you trusted him to help you out. He shouldn’t have forced you to be locked up. In the end, the outcome turned out the same. You still ended up here for treason.”

After speaking so much, MC suddenly paused and a wave of exhaustion suddenly seemed to hit them.

I’m tired. Why do I have to constantly forgive and be okay with it?

“I’m tired. I’m tired of everything. I didn’t consent to being sent down to the Devildom. I hate being in survival mode. I hate that things were finally looking up for me and then I was sent here and it restarted everything. Every single one of you guys are assholes. I hate the fact that I could die at any moment at just the whim of anything. I hate being threatened for every small single thing I did. Goddamnit. I hate feeling like this and walking on eggshells every single minute. I didn’t even want to be part of this. I just wanted to mind my own fucking business and survive the year but I was practically forced to help. I didnt want to help anyone when I can’t even help myself.”

The brothers listened in complete silence and MC could practically feel the guilt radiating off them but you didn’t care. The brothers already knew that MC was dealing with so much of their family problems but none of them had stopped to think about the burden it had been to MC. The brothers began feeling even guilter as they noticed MC rubbing their eyes to stop the angry tears from leaking out.

MC continued to furiously rubbed their eyes before suddenly turning to address Diavolo.

“Are you going to kill me for treason too?”

“What? No!” 

“Okay, then release Belphegor.”

“He tried to kill you.”

“He tried to, in another timeline. Not this. So it doesn’t count. The only thing he did was to speak out in opposition to your orders in this reality. If I am not getting convicted of treason, neither should he. Besides, I found out who opened the door, which means to say I upheld our deal.”

“...Alright.”

“Let’s go back up. It’s depressing to stay here.” And with that, MC turned to leave.

No one stopped you but they took a second before trailing behind you.

MC took out their D.D.D.

[MC: Can I stay at Purgatory Hall for a while?]

The text bubble appeared and disappeared a couple of times before MC received a reply.

[Solomon: I’ll let Simeon and Luke know. Would you require anything special?]

[MC: Could you please let Simeon know that I require his healing power? Nothing major, just a surface-level wound but currently, I would feel better if Simeon healed me.]

The message was quickly read but no reply came after a few seconds so MC put the D.D.D back into their pocket.

On the walk back up, Barbatos quietly caught up to MC.

“We will provide medical attention for you once we are back up.” MC just shook their head slightly and continued walking without a single word.

Once up, Barbatos tried to gently direct MC away to provide medical attention but they stood rooted to the spot.

“I want to stay at Purgatory Hall.” It wasn’t much of a question but the daring look in MC’s eyes seemed to challenge anyone who would oppose to their request.

“Of course, we will prepare the amenities for your stay there.” Diavolo seemed like he was expecting this and he gestured for Barbatos to leave you alone.

“...Thank you.” You hadn’t expect them to reject your request but you still felt a sigh of relief when it was granted. It seemed like you really needed a break.

“I’ll leave first.” You turned to leave to find Solomon in the foyer but after a couple of steps, you hesitantly turned back.

“Lucifer. Please talk with Belphegor about Lilith and everything else. No more hiding things between brothers.”

“Lord Diavolo, I am sorry about speaking out of turn and I will send you a report detailing the experience of the other timeline as soon as I can.” Even in times like this, you were still ever so cool-headed and calm about everything.

With that said, you walked off quickly to the foyer to find Solomon.

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a/n▸ hello obey me fandom, this is my offering (aka word vomit that i wrote in an hr because i was so pissed at everyone in the game). for context, it happened a little differently from the OG game. in this particular piece, MC asked for more time to prepare before going into the alternate reality and asked solomon for help to borrow his magic powers and learnt how to cast a invisibility spell. as MC is a beginner in magic, solomon taught them a basic invisibility spell lasting only 15 minutes which unfortunately disappeared at the exact moment MC had to call belphie to get out of the room, which ended up in them still fighting but as MC managed to cast a invisibility spell, they only ended up with a surface-level wound, and this fic details the time after they came back from that timeline!!!! (why did no one give mc time to prepare lol, belphie wld still be in jail either way but mc cld hv been more prepared and had a better chance of standing up to belphie) (also this is not proofread at all as i rambled on this post and this is my first writing piece in like many years so lolz!) most probably will rewrite this in the future

[freyarabbit]

Imagine Megumi waking you up when you doze off in the bathtub after a tiring day...<3

Established relationship ♥︎...

Nsfw ✞...

The fragrance of the Lavender candles you'd lit blessed your senses as you laid tiredly in the bubbly water of your bathtub.

To say you were exhausted would be an understatement... The warmth of the water was just right. Though you felt as if something was missing, you still believed this was about as perfect as your little destressing session could get.

Your thighs peaked out of the foamy water, your body glistening as the candle light reacted with its wetness. The bruises you'd received earlier today while fighting, seemed to have numbed their pain, you couldn't feel much on them anymore.

All the more better.

Beginning to feel yourself slipping away, you adjusted into a more comfortable position, as your eye lids got heavier and shut.

Nsfw below the cut---✮⋆˙

Megumi opened the front door to you both's shared home, his face expressionless and tired as usual.

He knew seeing you is all he needs to change that. He took off his shoes, putting them in the same spot beneath the worn out brown cupboard next to the front door.

As he walked in a little further, he already knew where you were, from the lingering scent of Lavender and the steam seeping out of the gaps in the bathroom door.

Well aware of what to do next, he stripped, quietly going inside shirtless. He was expecting you to look at him with that smile that still gave him butterflies and welcome him back, but instead, he was met with the cutest thing he'd ever seen. You dozing off in the marble tub like a tired little kitten.

The way your wet hair was in your face and your quiet, soft sighs made blood rush to his cock. "Damn it..." He mumbled to himself, as he crouched before you, bending to give you small pecks on your adorable face until you wake up.

Feeling his hot breath and kisses on your sensitive skin, you woke up, fluttering your lashes, as a smile forms on your face. "Mmnh...hey M'gumi..." you greet him, pulling him down to give him a longer and wetter kiss on the cheek.

He looked at you with a gentle smile, before frowning as he saw your bruises. "Do they hurt?"

"Nope...especially not now that you're here, hon..."

You sat up in the tub, causing your pretty little titties to come out of their hiding in a sheet of foam, as they came into his view. God he needed to be inside you so bad.

He got into the tub, with you, or more appropriately, on top of you, getting off of the way you shyly looked away, even though you'd both been together for so long.

His hand rested right beside your left tit, as he looked at you, speaking in low tone,

"Can I...?"

You nodded quickly, waiting in anticipation as to what he'd do next.

Upon receiving permission, he began getting rougher, the implied gentleness nowhere to be found, as one of his hands played with your tits, and the other slid between your legs under the water.

"hh..A-ah-", sounds of evident pleasure managed to flee from you. God, you always forget how good he is with his fingers. They're so long too-

Him using his fingers alone was enough to satisfy you. But his dick was on a whole new level.

"I'm sorry, but you're always so tight baby...I won't be able to fuck you if I don't do this..."

He ran his tongue across your sweet lips, your jaw line, this gentle gesture turning into aggressive bites, as his teeth ravaged your neck, leaving red marks on it. But as he'd known, this made you even wetter.

Your whimpers turned into loud moans, eyes tightly shut, as you got your first orgasm. Your legs shaking, as you caught your breath again.

"I think you're ready now."

He pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, as his tip teased your sensitive entrance unintentionally. His hands held you down by your arms as he began pushing into you, groaning a little. You threw your head back, in what you could only call ecstasy.

You felt like you'd explode if he moved inside you now. But that, of course, was inevitable.

As he pistoned in and out of you, he bent down, wrapping his arms around you to keep you above the water, his head buried in the valley of your cute little titties while the angelic sounds of your mewls and moans met his ears. He felt like he could stay like that forever, and ever and e-

"M-Meh-gumi-..!" Hearing you scream his name while you climaxed. That pushed him over the edge, as he came inside you.

That warmth, you could never get enough of it.

He breathed heavily against your chest, before catching you in one last rough kiss, holding you close as your walls milked him for what he was worth.

Pulling out of you slowly, he watched the white liquid come out of your little hole in small globs.

He felt like he could go again just at the sight of that, but his attention turned to your fucked out face. "So damn pretty..."

He knew you were exhausted, so a second round wouldn't be very considerate on his part.

His hand held you from the back of you head, gently pulling you towards him, hugging you tightly.

"I love you"

"Mnhhh..l-love you too, Megumi..."

...

Once you two were done bathing, he wrapped a towel around you, carrying you out into the living room in bridal style, making you take a seat on the couch as the TV played some unknown show with little dialog.

"How about we order Chinese today?"

He asked, slipping on a comfortable pair of clothes, and then begining to rummage through your closet to get you a pair of new panties and clothes as you replied with words of approval.

<3

[cyripticchronicler]

Moonlit Redemption - Sirius Black

You and Sirius are not supposed to like each other, it's against your instincts, so why does your heart flutter whenever he's around?

A/N My longest fic yet! It was supposed to be James X Reader, but it made more sense with Sirius.

Warnings: Kissing

Masterlist

The Forbidden Forest was alive in the dark hours of the night. The moonlight reflected off the branches, shrouding you in tapestries of shadow and light. The forest was silent, a light breeze cooling you down as you climbed trees and chased bugs. 

Nights like these were your favourite, where you had no worries, no pestering school boys to bother you. It was just you and nature. 

Being an Animagus was thrilling. Sure, the process of getting registered was long, and you’d rather be something other than a white ragdoll cat, but roaming around Hogwarts grounds with no one to question you is a blessing in itself. 

You were out for your nightly walk, choosing to adventure into the Forbidden Forest instead of the usual walk you take around Hogwarts School. 

Other cats roamed the school and, as if sensing you weren't a full cat, they’d attempt to fight you. So after a particularly horrid day, you decided to adventure somewhere else so you don't have to deal with the attempted catfights. 

You’ve only spent half an hour here, but you know you’ll be coming back. The cool wind surrounded you as you lay down, back against a tree, rough tree bark grounding you. You stretch your legs out, a quiet meow leaving your mouth. 

It was so lonely and comforting you could feel yourself falling asleep, eyes fluttering shut- “Prongs!”

Your head snaps up, a hiss leaving your mouth at the interruption. Thankful for the ability to see in the dark, you turn your head to look for the intruder. But no one was there, if it wasn't for the sound of tree branches snapping in the distance, you would have thought you imagined it. 

“Padfoot?” Another voice shouts out, much closer than you liked. “You lost? C’mon, lose your dog senses to find me.” The stranger laughs. 

Slowly, you round the tree, eyes widening at the sight in front of you. 

James Potter stands a few feet away, leaning against a tree lazily like he’s bored. He’s kicking the leaves around him, humming a random song as if he’s waiting for something. 

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Sirius Black comes into view, clothes ripped and a bright smile on his face.

“Found you-” He cuts himself off with a growl, head whipping around to stare at you. You hide behind the tree with a powerful hiss causing Sirius to growl louder. 

It was dog instinct to growl at a cat but you still got offended. How dare he growl at me. 

You know who he is, after seeing him transform once near the Whomping Willow. You’re just not sure if he knows who you are. 

James laughs, strutting towards you as you try to hide further behind the tree. His hands reach out to grab you and you attempt to run away but he’s faster, holding you against his chest as he walks towards Sirius. 

He lifts you so you’re face to face with Sirius and you hiss, claws out as you try to scratch at anything you can get your hands on.

“Can’t handle a cat? Look how cute she is.” James pouts. You growl, turning around to scratch at his face, meowing in triumph as he lets you go with a curse. 

You don’t waste a second in running off, ready to fall asleep in your comforting bed. 

“That one’s different. I just don't know how.” You hear Sirius mutter as you leave. 

—

You wake up with a start, hair in a tangled mess above your head. Rubbing your sleep-infused eyes, you start to get ready for school. Making quick work so you don’t miss breakfast. You join your friends at the Gryffindor table, sitting just a few people away from the people you’ve been trying to avoid. 

James is laughing loudly at something Sirius said while Remus reads, lips pursed as if trying not to laugh. You smile lightly in amusement before turning back to your food. 

Too enraptured in the story Lily is retelling, you don’t notice the curious look Sirius sends you. You’ve never talked before, he knows that, but then why does he get the sense that he knows you?

—

You’ve stuck to roaming around Hogwarts Castle instead of the Forbidden Forest in hopes of avoiding another run-in with James and Sirius. 

But now your run-ins have been with cats. Mean ones. No matter how hard you try to get them to like you, they still hiss whenever you’re around. 

This is what brings you to the library on a Saturday morning, roaming the shelves in hopes of finding a book about how to get cats to like you.

It's stupid I mean you’re Animagus form is a cat, you should know how to get cats to like you already. But the books have some tips you could use. Maybe you could catch a random rat and gift it as a peace offering. 

Determined, you slam the book shut, planning to take it back to your room for more tips. Too busy in your planning to notice the people standing a few feet away, you abruptly halt right in front of Sirius Black, James behind him with Remus.

Sirius growls and you scowl back, trying to ignore the butterflies swirling in your stomach. 

James cuts in with an awkward laugh. “Sorry about him. He usually doesn't go around… growling at people.”

“You,” Sirius scowls causing Remus to put a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

“Me?” You play dumb, shifting on your feet nervously. Only a few people know about your other form, including Ms McGonagall and Lily and you’d prefer to keep it that way.

“You were in the forest, except you were smaller and had more hair,” Sirius states, over his shoulder you can see James’ eyes widen in realisation and silently curse. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-” “Having trouble making friends?” It’s James who speaks now, gesturing to the book in your hand. You move How to Get Cats to Like You behind your back.

“I have to go. Have a nice day.” You smile awkwardly, pushing past James in hopes of getting away as fast as possible. 

But Sirius has other plans, gripping your wrist tightly but not enough to hurt you. 

“Sirius,” Remus warns. 

“You alright, Padfoot?” You smile mockingly.

He ignores you, “You’re in my potions class.” Your shields lower slightly at his civil tone, shoulders relaxing. 

“Yeah, why?” He ignores you again causing you to roll your eyes. “I didn’t know there were Animagus at this school.”

“You mean besides you two?” At his shocked look, you continue, “You might want to check your surroundings before you transform.”

James buts in, pushing Sirius behind him, “You should hang out with us sometime. You’re friends with Lily, right?”

You laugh slightly, “I am. I would hang out with you but I don't think your friend would like that.” James goes to open his mouth but Sirius cuts him off, “I wouldn't mind. As long as you leave me alone.” You scoff. 

“If I ever see you again, I might say hi, but I’m not putting in a good word to Lily for you James. I have to go, see you later Remus.” “Bye, Raggy.” You playfully scoff at the nickname, walking away hurriedly.

“You know her?” Sirius asks Remus questionably. 

He nods. “Yeah. She saw me transform back like months ago. We’re good friends, actually.”

James and Sirius stare at him in shock, “And you never told us?”

He shrugs, searching the bookshelves. “You never asked.”

—

You let out a startled laugh at the sight in front of you. You decided to adventure to the Whomping Willow tonight, befriending the Castles cats still not successful. You’ve seemed to arrive right on time.

Sirius and James, both in their Animagus forms, seem to be playfighting. The black dog a whirl of darkness as he rounds the Stag, tongue out, tailing wagging. The stag seems to be getting dizzy, turning on wobbly feet as he tries to track the dogs' movements. 

On impulse, you creep closer, crouching so they can't see you. You track the dogs' movements, trying to get the timing right. 

With no hesitation, you jump, meowing in delight when you land at the right time, small arms wrapped securely around Sirius’ fluffy neck. 

He stops abruptly, causing you to go flying forward. You hit the ground with a screech, turning back into your human form as you attempt to control your laughs. 

From the corner of your eye you can see Sirius and James transform back too, the latter doubled over with laughter. 

“That wasn’t funny.” He scowls, lips pursed to try to hide his laughter.

“You’re face and the way she screeched,” James wheezes from behind you, still dying of laughter. 

A laugh finally breaks out of Sirius and you grin in triumph. Noting you’re still on the floor, Sirius offers you his hand and you take it gratefully. 

You keep holding his hand for a second longer than necessary. 

“Where’s Remus?” You question, looking around for a glimpse of him.

“Prefect duties,” Sirius mutters eyebrows furrowed as he watches you look for Remus. Your shoulders slump in disappointment at the thought of not seeing your friend. You wanted to talk about the latest book you read. 

“You don't like him, do you?” Sirius asks you, eyes still on your face.

“In a friendly way, yes. Why? You jealous?” You tease, eyes widening when he hesitates. Your heart thumps at the thought of him being jealous.

“Ew, no. I don’t like cats.” The words are venom on his tongue, your heart squeezes harshly in your chest. 

“Well, I don't like smelly dogs.” You snark, crossing your arms as you face him properly. He copies you, scowl on his face. 

He opens his mouth to retaliate- “Can you guys fuck already.”

Cheeks red, you whip around to face James who’s recovered from his laugh attack. Ignoring the glare on Sirius and your faces, he continues, “Look, I love the enemies-to-lovers trope but come on. You guys are both free on Saturday, how about you go to Hogsmeade together?”

“Why would I willingly do that?” You ask. 

“Because I’ll give you money.”

You shrug, “Okay.” Looking at Sirius, you send him a pointed look. 

He stares at you intensely, eyes roaming over your face. “...Fine.” 

James grins in triumph, “Yay!”

—

“Do you want butterbeer?” Sirius asks, tone dry as he stands a few feet away like if he gets too close, he’d die.

You shuffle closer just to annoy him. “Yes, please.”

Surprisingly, you’ve been having fun. Or you have, at least. You’ve been to a few stores already, and you’ve bought something from every one. Your bag on your shoulder is stuffed with various candies and a new blanket for when it gets cold in your dorm. Sirius hasn't got anything, choosing to blankly stare at the items instead. 

“Tell me a secret,” You grin as you slide into a booth at the Three Broomsticks.

“Why would I do that?” Sirius asks from the other side of the table.

You ignore him. “You know I’ve noticed you’re only grumpy with me. No one else.”

His eyes soften ever so slightly, “You’re a cat.”

“You pet the cats around Hogwarts all the time,” You state, taking a sip of your butterbeer.

He looks offended at your accusation, “I have not.”

You nod your head confidently, “Yes you have. My new cat friends told me.”

That's right, your new cat friends. Turns out all you needed was a rat to be included in the clique.

Sirius lets out a breathless laugh, “Glad to see that book worked.”

You grin, smile fading as you think. “No, seriously, why do you hate me?”

As much as you try to deny it, you like him, and it hurts that he despises you so much.

He sighs, “I don't hate you.”

“Yes, you do-” “I can’t get you out of my head, I’m always thinking about you. I’m hoping that once I push you away, you’ll stay out of my head.”

You smile sadly, “Is it that bad?”

“Yes.”

You attempt to laugh it off, “I can’t be that bad.”

“You are.”

Oh. “I just realized the time, I should go. I’ve got potions homework I need to do.” You stand up abruptly, rushing out of the building like it was on fire. If you stayed a second later, you would have heard Sirius pleading for you to wait. 

—

“You should talk to him,” Remus states. You’re sitting in the library together, doing homework for various classes.

“What?” You feign confusion even though you know what he’s talking about.

He sends you a knowing look, “He didn't mean it. He feels horrible.”

You groan, “He insulted me while also confessing he liked me. How do I respond to that?”

“You’re the one who’s read all those muggle books. What was it? Pride and Prejudice. Just do what Elizabeth did.”

“Brutally turn him down?”

He cringes, “Maybe not. Sirius has always had a hard time talking about his feelings. You just need to hear him out.”

“He hasn't even apologised!” 

“Because you’re avoiding him!”

You sigh stubbornly. “Fine. I’ll find him later.”

It was now later, and you regret your promise that you’d find Sirius. You know where he is, you can hear him where you sit a few feet away. He’s sitting near the Whomping Willow, bored eyes watching the birds fly by.

“Hi.” You mutter, sitting next to him. His eyes snap up to meet yours, sad eyes meeting your bright ones. 

“I am so sorry. What I said that day was stupid. I only want you out of my head because it hurts whenever I remember that you’re not mine. I’m not used to having friends or being in a relationship, but I want to be in a relationship with you. Please. I promise to work through my problems and treat you right, treat you how you deserve.”

“You hurt me.” You mutter, staring into the distance to avoid the pain in his eyes. He sits up straighter, “I know, and I’m so sorry.”

Letting out a quiet sigh, you turn to face him. “You get one chance, Sirius.”

He sighs in relief, “Thank you, you won't regret it, I promise-” Cutting him off, you place a quick kiss on his lips, relishing in the warmth. “You play your cards right and you’ll get more of those.” He laughs, rubbing his nose in the crook of your neck. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

You smile, kissing his head lightly. 

You watch the sunset together before heading back to his room so he can show you how much of a good boy he can be. 

[soaked4mk]

Raiden Head Cannons

SFW 💙

★ Oh, Raiden…where to start with this sweetheart? He’s compassionate and understanding. He’s never the type to jump the gun, and risk hurting your feelings.

★ His communication skills are on par. You two rarely argue and thats because of how understanding and levelheaded he is.

★ Truly, you would be a mess without this man. He’s the glue that keeps you from tearing yourself apart.

★ Did I mention that he’s hopelessly in love with you? Like the first time he ever set eyes on you, he was infatuated. he’s also considerate of your feelings. He usually takes yours into account before his own.

★ Which is a curse, and a blessing to be honest. You want to consider his feelings just as much as he does your own. Sometimes it becomes a tiny issue with how much he pushes aside his own feelings.

★ But again, the communication is great—so usually it’s talked out and carried on with new vigor to do better- no matter the situation.

★ He’s not the type of man to get overly protective or jealous. He’s seen you spar, and he knows what you’re capable of. On top of that, he trusts you with his whole heart, and finds jealousy to be petty. (But sometimes he’ll see you and Kenshi conversing. and when Kenshi casually puts his hand on your shoulder— it kind of irks him.) But he tries to keep those feelings hidden. He finds it selfish whenever he catches that small pang in his chest. He knows it’s all in good camaraderie.

★ Again though, if he sees something that is truly bothering him, his communication comes in handy. he has no issue to gently confront the issue at hand, or to discuss it with you in private.

★ Raiden loves to play with or do your hair. It doesn’t matter. He’ll learn whatever he has to about your hair type in order to perfect his practice. He feels it’s intimate and a good spend in quality time with his significant other.

★ Be prepared for constant lighthearted chiding. It’s in his stoic nature. He finds himself often guiding you or correcting you gently when something is amiss.

★ Not that you mind him mentoring you at times ;)

★ He’ll help with your form if you’re doing a warm up before training. “That’s very good Y/N…” his voice smooth, while taking his hand and placing it on your lower back and , helping you touch your toes more efficiently.

★ Yeah, there are definitely no complaints here.

★ Raiden is a pretty private person. He prefers affection behind closed doors. Now this doesn’t mean he’s not going to hold your hand/waist in public. He doesn’t mind a small peck on the cheek—though you can catch him off guard and peck his lips, causing his cheeks to tint pink.

★ He just finds personal affection sacred, and likes it better when it’s not boasted to the world, though he is very proud to have you by his side, don’t mix it up for embarrassment—he just wants to keep his composure.

★ Please, this man loves to praise you. Give you words or nods of affirmation, soft glances and smiles your way is enough to know how much he loves you when in public, or in front of the other defenders.

★ Being a thunder god and all, working with Liu Kang. You have to be stoic. At least in his eyes. And you totally understand and respect that.

★ Raiden loves being with you. He absolutely admires you. He’s quite the lover boy when you aren’t in view of others. (He’s a lover boy regardless but he’s clingy when it’s just you two). If you’re doing dishes or cooking, he’ll walk up behind you and snake his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

★ He’ll ask “Did you need any help, love?” Or “let me get that, you just worry about this.” He’s fantastic in a household. He’s great at keeping up on chores with you, maybe too great. He’s often finished everything that needs to be done in the house before you get home or wake up.

★ No complaints. you have to love a man who knows how to be domestic. He even makes small competition to see who can finish all their chores first. Sometimes you’ll raise the stakes and the loser gets to cook dinner for the night.

★ Gentle. He’s really gentle. He can be deep too. And thats what piqued your interest in the first place. He prefers to talk things out before he has to resort to violence. But he wouldn’t hesitate to defend you from harm. He’s logical, and usually quick thinking, so most of the time his words usually resolve conflicts.(can’t stress his amazing communication LMAO)

★ But the conversations you two have? amazing. Time consuming in the best way possible. You trade aspirations and goals with one another, hoping to help each other achieve said aspirations and goals. And you talk about your future—it often ends in the topic of marriage and the excitement of planning a proper wedding for the two of you.

★ He’s so supportive. Like if there was a contest for most supportive boyfriend, he wouldn’t show up—he’d be by your side, helping you with whatever, instead of on the pedestal for first place.

★ He can’t stand seeing you cry. It makes his heart swell, then deflate completely. His heart aches when he sees you in distress. He tries his best to be there for you in times of need, and for the most part—he is. Truly.

★ But there have been the couple occasions where he was on a mission for Liu Kang while you’ve been left to fend for yourself or for your own feelings. Which is totally okay—and you insist to Raiden that it is. But it doesn’t change the fact that he feels horrible for not being there when you could have really used his company.

★ He’s a very empathic person. So when he finds out he wasn’t there for you when he most certainly would have preferred—it stings. He feels kinda guilty about it. And though you insist that he has his own life and priorities to Earth Realm, and that it’s totally valid to not be around 24/7, he can’t help but shake his head, waving off your words.

★ “Oh, absolutely not…I should have been there for you. I’ll make it up to you—whatever you want me to do my love…”

★ How can you deny such a genuine offer?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷

NSFW 💦

★ Your pleasure definitely comes before his. Every time. He’s attentive when it comes to your needs.

★ Raiden is a more slow, sensual lover. He likes to take his time on you.

★ So expect a lot of foreplay from him.

★ Really feel like he whimpers. Just had to add this.

★ Certainly can get down and dirty with dominating you, but he loves when you take control too.

★ For sure is a soft dom if I’m gonna be honest. He’s going to guide you and talk you through it the entire time.

★ Along with classic princess treatment, he’s showering you with praise and compliments. “You’re doing so good, pretty girl.” “Jus—just like that~” “that’s it, hon.”

★ Don’t see him spitting in your mouth, or slapping your face, that type of stuff. He would definitely find that disrespectful.

★ I mean…if you asked? He’d be a bit hesitant, but if that’s what you want, who is he to deny your pleasure you know? Plus he gets off on whatever gets you off…so he’d adapt.

★ “all you had to do was ask, y/n.” He’ll say, gripping your face with one hand, forcing you to look at him. “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll be more than willing to do it.”

★ But back to the foreplay. He loves peppering your face and neck with small kisses. Sometimes he’ll leave a few love bites, while his rough hands trail down your curves.

★ “You’re so soft~ so pretty…” his hands will gently squeeze your thighs, reminding you of how much he adores you.

★ He loves using his hands to make you feel tingly. Quite literally. I mean, if you’re lucky, and are able to convince him to…he’ll treat you to some soft core electro stimulation.

★ Though it’s rare, since he doesn’t have full control over his power yet…

★ He’ll gently pinch you’re nipples, rolling them between his fingers while adding a small shock here and there.

★ Even better when he’s playing with your pussy, and he jolts your clit suddenly. The feeling in indescribably euphoric.

★ Raiden loves teasing you, edging you on. He finds it extremely arousing when you buck and writhe under his touch.

★ He definitely takes joy in being the only one able to make you this pathetically needy for him.

★ His teasing can be in the verge of cruel sometimes, and it drives you wild. “Please—just fuck me already Rai~” you’ll pant out, with you chest heaving, and cunt aching.

★ And of course, hell tend to your needs. Especially when you’re begging him like that!

★ “I’m not fucking you, y/n…i’m making love.” He’ll correct, his pace quickening, adding a second finger—even a third. Stretching around his digits while he praises you for taking it so well.

★ you’ll whine and squirm under his touch, grinding against his hand as he fucks you onto his fingers.

★ “You’re so beautiful like this, Y/n…” his digits curl just right, hitting your sweet spot mercilessly. “Like that? Love?”

★ Your back arches as he works you to reach an extreme climax with just his hands. “That’s right gorgeous~ cum for me~”

★ Unable to hold back, why would you when he asks so nicely anyways? Gripping the sheets while your eyes squeeze shut—your legs tremble before a rush of rhapsodic pleasure washes over you, and his hand.

★ Only after you cum, will he finally give you what you’ve been aching for. With a sly smirk playing on his lips, he’ll slowly—but surely sink his cock into you.

★ “look at you, taking me so well. Good girl~”

★ Relishing in the warmth, he’s sure to make you feel every inch of him as he picks up his pace ever so slightly. “Mmff~ that’s right—mhmm.”

★ This boy loves eating pussy. Just saying, he especially adores face sitting.

★ Please suffocate him. He doesn’t even notice your weight. In fact—he’ll pull you further onto his face, nuzzling his nose into your clit with a hum.

★ He gets pussy drunk so easily! It’s actually endearing with how much he praises your cunt.

★ “What a pretty pussy~” “you’re an absolute treasure.” “More?” He doesn’t stop with the praise—or the guidance. He’s very vocal with you during intimate encounters, as you can see.

★ Don’t worry about aftercare. He’s got that in the bag, baby. Whatever your needs are, he’ll grant them.

★ Hot tea and snacks? A movie night? Maybe you’re in need of a full body massage, or perhaps you’re craving a nice warm bubble bath? Whatever it is, he’ll do it for you.

★ You’re his pride and joy after all, he’s gotta make sure you’re as pristine as you were before the coital moment.

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ch.4

rick x reader, prime rick x reader

tags: sexually suggestive, possessive & obsessive prime rick, alcohol and weed mentioned notes: minors dni, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three wc: 1.9k

Awakening in the dimly lit confines of the garage, Rick found himself entangled in blankets atop an old mattress, his head pounding in synchrony with the distant echo of Morty and Summer fighting in his mind. With bleary eyes and disheveled hair, he stared at your still sleeping form, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. The scent of space-alcohol heavy in the air, mingling with the tang of space-weed, serving as a reminder of their unconventional sleeping arrangements. As Rick gingerly sat up, his body protesting the excesses of the night before. He didn’t remember shit after hitting the bong.

“Fu–Fucking hell…”, His calloused hand ran over his face. How could he be so high and drunk that he forgot everything? What if something happened between you two yesterday and he just can't remember it? After all he did want to fuck you the whole time. Rick's dark eyes scanned your body. "Hm...", only a pair of panties and a tank-top still covered your soft skin. Unconsciously, he reached out, his fingers running over your thigh. You were deep asleep, not moving an inch. Rick was lying at the other end of the bed and had the perfect view of your perfect ass. You were lying on your stomach, one leg bent, your pussy right in front of him. How easy would it be to take what he wants now? Rick may be an asshole, a man who doesn't care about the feelings of others, but he's not that kind of asshole. So he decided to wake you up. Hopefully you could remember what happened and could tell him what happened.

With a heavy sigh Rick woke you up. You stirred from your restless slumber, your head throbbing in protest. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you struggled due to the memories hazy and fragmented. With a groan, you reluctantly opened your eyes to the harsh reality of your surroundings. The moment your eyes met Rick’s you remembered everything. Every little detail. The heated kiss, his enormous cock slapping your clit, the way he grinded against you almost causing you cum without any penetration needed, the way he called you little one, slut, whore.

“So…”, Rick broke the silence, “Wh–What happened last night?”

“Excuse me? Are you for real?” “I–I’m going to be ho–honest, y/n, I don’t remember shit.”

Was this a blessing or a curse? “Nothing happened except you totally succumbing to your God complex and calling yourself a god over and over again while smoking and drinking like a maniac.” It’s better this way.

Rick was disappointed but he sensed that you didn’t tell him the whole truth. Yet he didn’t ask any further. If he really needed to know he could just travel back in time or travel to a universe in which he remembers the event and ask that Rick. There is always a solution. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease you a little.

“You sound disappointed”, he sneered, leaning forward, “Wanted Mr. Sanchez to play with you a little, baby?” You reacted exactly the way he wanted you to – blushing and pouting. Fuck, so cute. Those pouty lips would look even cuter wrapped around his big cock while he fucks your face. Sensing himself getting turned he swiftly stood up, while you were calling him a disgusting pervert, ready to leave the garage. “H–Hurry up and dress. I need Mo–Morty today so you can chill with Summer.” With that he left you alone in the garage, your cheeks flushed red and your pussy already wet.

The rest of the day went smoothly. Rick and Morty were gone, Rick said something about a crystal he needed, Morty was convinced it was a drug. Beth was at work and you were with Summer. Every now and then Jerry would come in and tell unfunny jokes. Summer was a sweetheart, a sweet girl. You felt comfortable with her, as if your souls already knew each other. Is that what you call a soul mate?

"Oh my God, that looks so good," Summer was on the verge of shrieking. You sat at her dressing table in front of her mirror, while Summer stood behind you and examined her work on your face. She really wanted to do your make-up, she had watched hundreds of tutorials. "y/n, that looks amazing on you. You're already pretty as it is, but now it's just wow."

She was right. Summer had applied the make-up to your facial features and undertone, she had even gone shopping for the right colors for your foundation and concealer.

"You have magic hands, Sum, maybe you should do this for a living." With a bright smile, you looked her in the eye as her cheeks flushed.

"Stop, I'm blushing... Do you think I could make a lot of money with this?"

Before you could answer, Jerry came back into the room and asked you to come down. Beth wanted everyone to have dinner together. At that moment you regretted wearing makeup. Summer reassured you that it was okay and that there was no need to be embarrassed. After all, Summer was wearing it, too. Both you made your ways downstairs when suddenly Rick and Morty burst through the door. Morty, fueled by a sense of moral righteousness and exasperation with Rick's nihilistic worldview, launches into a fervent tirade, challenging Rick's disregard for consequences and his cavalier attitude towards life. Rick, ever the cynic and intellectual juggernaut, counters with a barrage of cutting remarks and biting sarcasm, wielding his vast knowledge and cunning to dismantle Morty's arguments piece by piece. Their verbal duel dances on the fine line between respect and disdain.

“Yo–you’re a monster, Rick! A monster! You traded that woman for a crystal!”

“You dumb fu–fucking piece of horny shit! It was a fucking robot with–with some tits attached! Jesus. You’re so fucking dumb, Morty. Get the fu–fuck out of my face.”

“How about you both shut the fuck up?”, both turned their heads towards you – Morty ready to apologize, Rick ready to tear you to shreds. Yet both didn’t utter a word when they saw you. Apparently your makeup was more than just wow. 

Morty finds himself momentarily entranced by your presence. Caught off guard by your beauty, Morty's typically awkward demeanor gives way to a bashful charm as he fumbles for words in her captivating presence. His gaze lingers, momentarily forgetting that he was fighting with Rick. “S-s-s-sorry!”, he bursted out, almost screaming.

“Morty…sit down next to Summer”, Rick mumbled, his eyes glued on you. Morty was about to protest but Summer grabbed his wrist and sat him down next to her. Summer could sense what was happening and if Rick liking you (a bit too much) meant you staying with her as a big sister forever, she would be the ultimate wingwoman.

Sitting next to Rick now after what happened last night and him not remembering anything sounded like a bad idea. Sitting next to this burping alcoholic sounded like a bad idea in general. “You’re annoying”, you mumbled right before Beth and Jerry joined. Protesting Rick was not an option now. Beth and Jerry were so kind and welcoming, you didn’t want to be mean or overstep your boundaries so you took a seat next to Rick.

At first you thought this family was toxic and eating with them was going to be awkward but now that you took a close look at them you could feel that they all love each other very much. Beth was complimenting your makeup, praising Summer’s skill. Jerry made a comment about Beth being the prettiest and even though she huffed, you didn’t miss her slight smile to his compliment. Summer and Morty were snickering about something that happened at school the other day while insulting each other here and there. And Rick? Rick was simply staring at you. Annoying. You rolled your eyes and turned your head to face him. “What are you looking at, old man?”, you whispered.

Old man. Old man. Old man.

In a poignant moment of revelation, Rick's fragmented memories are suddenly restored upon hearing these two specific words. These words that started everything. As the syllables reach his ears, a flood of forgotten moments rushes back with startling clarity. His lips on yours, the taste of your mouth, your trembling legs, how wet you were just because he played with your nipples and grinded against clit and the overbearing urge to pound into your wet cunt. With newfound clarity he smirks, lowering his head to whisper back “What did I tell you about calling me an old man, little one?”

“You…you said you forgot?”

“Just remembered after you call–called me an old man.”

“Rick? y/n? Everything okay?”, Beth asked confused as she saw you two whispering, causing you to lean back and press yourself against the back of your chair. You wanted to disappear right now.

“Y–yea, sweetie, everything–everything is fine. Damn”, he took a bite of his steak, “This–this tastes amazing, sweetie.” A master of manipulation and changing the subject. Beth blushed and continued arguing with Jerry about some lame coin collection. Summer and Morty were deeply concentrated on their phones now.

Rick saw the events of last night flashing before his eyes non-stop and he could feel his dick getting harder by every second, wanting nothing more to drag you to the garage and fuck you raw. He slowly placed his hand on your thigh, letting it wander down, dangerously close to your crotch. Never was he happier that someone invented skirts. He felt the warmth of your pussy radiating, his fingers twitched, he wanted you so badly. Ah, fuck it, I did worse. Without missing a beat he pressed his index finger against your clit and your thigh closed, entrapping his hand.

Once again he leaned down, his lips gracing your ear, his hot breath on your skin “Not a sound, slut.”

Prime was consumed by an insatiable desire to possess every aspect of your life. His obsession with you bordered on madness, his every waking moment consumed by thoughts of you. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone else so much as glancing in your direction – not even another Rick. Especially not C-137.

He didn't sleep at all last night, his mind was being haunted with images of you and C-137 which were flashing over his monitor. The moment Rick forgot what happened last night and you not telling him was more than just a delight for him. So, seeing you and Rick now flirting at the dining table was enough for him to punch his desk in half with one slam of his fists. "This can't fucking be!"

He knew he should not be this angry, fuming with rage and jealousy, wishing to kill C-137 with his own hands for daring to treat you this way. C-137 is an inferior version of himself yet it isn't him. It isn't his finger carelessly playing with your pussy right now and it wasn't his cock making you moan and squirm last night. Yet, he still tried to find a way to make himself the one you actually want.

"She is used to my body…n-naturally – naturally she lets C-137. She wants me. She belongs to me."

[kyufessions]

exhaustion

synopsis: you and your boyfriend try out a new kink

pairings: boyfriend! wonbin x afab! reader

genre: smut, 18+

word count: 0.9k

warnings: consensual non-con, fingering (f. receiving), masturbation (m)

a/n: this is shitty and not proofread, but it’s also a thought i wanted to get out before i go to bed lmao

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

wonbin didn’t expect you to be up at this hour, so when he came home and saw you fast asleep in bed it didn’t surprise him in the slightest. a sigh left his lips as he get exhaustion start to take over his body at the sight of his side being empty. as he slid off his shoes and changed out of his clothes, he couldn’t help but notice what you had worn to bed that night when the blanket uncovered half of your body when you tossed to the other side.

normally you wore a big shirt and shorts to bed, nothing too special. but tonight you wore one of his shirts and just your underwear, causing a blush to creep across his face. anytime you moved slightly he felt his underwear get tighter, his tent growing bigger at the sight of you in the underwear he had just bought for you for your birthday. wonbin walked towards the bed after tossing his dirty practice clothes into the hamper in the closet, getting ready to climb into bed and just fall asleep frustrated. because why would he dare wake you at this hour for his needs? he’d rather not disturb his sleeping beauty. but when he went to slide into the sheets next to you, the ring he had also bought you shined in his face under the peaking moonlight from the blinds.

although you and wonbin have been dating for a while now, you both wanted to spice things up- especially in the bedroom. sure your sex life was amazing and there were no complaints, but you both also wanted to branch out when it came to kinks. when you came up to him about a new one you discovered, he was hesitant at first. but after a long discussion, you both set boundaries and agreed to try it at least once. you and wonbin both picked out rings for one another, agreeing to wear them whenever you were okay with the other wanting to try out the new found kink.

his hands found your waist, his fingers trailing under the tee you wore and tracing circles into your hip. biting down on his lip, he slightly moved your finger to make sure your ring was really on. when the confirmation shone on his face for a second time, he grinned tiredly to himself and got down on his knees to the floor. his hands turned your body on its back gently; not enough to wake you up but enough to get you into position for him. even though he wanted a full view of your pussy, he didn’t dare attempt to pull down your underwear fully. again, he didn’t want to startle you. this was both of your first time doing something like this, so he wanted to do it right.

moving your panties to the side, wonbin wasted no time in placing soft kisses to your inner thighs that lead up to your clit. as his lips attached to your folds, he started off slowly. savoring every flavor that blessed his tongue, his eyes never leaving your tired face as you slept. occasionally it would contort, leaving wonbin to assume you thought you were having a wet dream. as his tongue picked up the pace, he noticed one of your hands grip the sheet weakly. your breathing quickened, chest heaving as you bit down on your lower lip in pleasure. becoming daring, he slips in one finger into your desperate hole.

you thought this was all a dream until you felt a second finger slip in, feeling your eyes flutter open as the overwhelming sensation washed over your body. when you looked down to see wonbin, his eyes had already been staring you down with nothing but stars in his eyes. bringing your one hand to his hair, you slip your hand into his hair and begin to guide him against where you needed him most. he does just as he’s told, his fingers even quickening when he wasn’t even instructed to. but he knew you by now, he knew how you liked it. if you hadn’t known any better, you’d say he even knew your body better than you did yourself.

as your whimpers became louder, so did wonbin’s thrusts into the mattress. his low moans vibrating against your skin caused a shiver to crawl up your spine, the goosebumps becoming evident across your skin as your boyfriend dug in. the lewd noises bounced off the wall, becoming music to both of your exhausted ears. backs arching, moans becoming louder, wonbin knew you were close.

“s-so close,” you mumbled, your eyes watching his movements. the pace of his fingers fastened, the rings on his fingers making your mind become more foggy. “such a good boy.” you groaned, throwing your head back as you released all over him.

the sight of you mixed with your taste sent him over the edge, his own release following suit into his boxers. wonbin wasted no time licking up every drop you provided him with, his fingers spreading your legs open wider to get everything. he watched you regain your regular breathing pattern, your grip on his hair not loosening one bit. his grin never faded as he finished up what he daydreamed about all day, scurrying to your bathroom and cleaning up you up quickly before you fell back asleep.

you watched him through tired eyes as he wiped you up and switched you into clean underwear, him doing the same after making sure you were taken care of first. snuggling back under the sheets, you waited for your boyfriend to finally jump into bed next to you and wrap you into his arms. even though you were waken up from your deep slumber, you wouldn’t mind experiencing this again.

[hamiltonaf]

Daddy Duties | Neymar Jr.

Pairing: Dad!Neymar Jr. x Mum!Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: None

A/N: The baby fever is real…send help. This is based on this old video that went viral many years ago, I hope it rings a bell. This video kills me till this day and I just had to put something together. Enjoy .xoxo

Neymar was on a 2 week break from playing, which coincidentally happens to be at the same time that I’m back at work.

Neymar was on a 2 week break from playing, which coincidentally happens to be at the same time that I’m back at work.

Neymar was on a 2 week break from playing, which coincidentally happens to be at the same time that I’m back at work.

Neymar was on a 2 week break from playing, which coincidentally happens to be at the same time that I’m back at work.

I know that I have the option to not work, as Neymar had reminded me many times, but I won’t lie in saying that I enjoy working. I always wanted to have money of my own and I enjoy being in a different environment compared to being at home 24/7. Neymar would spend most of his time at home after practice or working out during the day, he’s also big help in looking after our daughter whilst I’m away.

Our daughter is 2 and a half years old, clearly a mini us since she was a dancer, she had the curls and not forgetting her humour just like her mum.

I woke up at 6am, of course both father and daughter were still sound asleep beside me. He had an arm wrapped around her small frame whilst her head was snuggled closely to his chest. The perfect view to wake up to if you ask me because my heart is actually melting at all this cuteness.

After having a shower I got dressed into a black pant suit and quickly straightened my hair. I slipped on my heels and walked back over to the bed, "Goodbye my baby's" I sang as I pecked Neymar’s cheek and crawled over him to peck our baby girl. She then stirred in her sleep before fluttering her eyes open. I stood up still as I watched her sit up and rub her eyes. She then looked up at me and held her arms out for me to carry her. "Mama" she cried as she looked at me.

"Aww pumpkin, Mama has to go now" I said as I held her closely and moved from side to side in hopes she would fall back to sleep. "Ney" I whisper yelled. He hummed in his sleep as I shook my head, these two. "Please distract her whilst I leave" I said as I watched her eyes slowly closing. He hummed again in a reply, I laid her down on his chest as I walked over to the dresser table to grab my bag.

Just before I can close the door behind me, I watched him lay her flat on his chest as he lightly patted her back to fall asleep. So much for telling him to distract her...but they're so cute. I smiled at the two of them before closing the door behind me. I grabbed an apple on my way out to the car before driving off to work.

Work today was no different to how it was last year, it was a drag and a bit boring but thanks to a work friend of mine for the past year, Olivia, she made work fun as she'd occasionally crack jokes and she'd fill me in on the latest tea that's going on in the office. Bless her. She's honestly the best, I feel like I've known her for a year, if it wasn't for her then I'd honestly dread going to work - which I do already - but she makes me look forward to going.

After finishing off my work I switched off my computer and neatened my desk before grabbing my hand bag, and making my way to the car park. As I reversed out of the car park, luckily my phone was connected through Bluetooth in the car. I had my daily mix playlist on Spotify playing to keep me going for the drive home.

I was about 5 minutes away from home, I decided to call Neymar to just check up on him and my little pumpkin. After 2 rings he answered the phone, "Hey baby" he answered. "Heya babe, just checking what my faves are up to" I smiled. "I'm just looking for some food to give (Y/D/N)" he said as I could hear the fridge or cupboard closing in the background. "Where's Carolina and everyone else ?" I asked confused, usually his whole entourage’ is always around. "They just left a while ago to go out to eat" he said. "Ohh…why didn’t you go ? You couldn’t taken (Y/D/N) along with you” “I know I know… but then I’d end up coming home late…I just want to be with my girls” he said. I cooed. “Awww Ney. Well I already can’t wait to come home now to spend time with you guys !” I squealed. “Okay I’m gonna be home in a bit. Her porridge is in the cupboard next to the fridge. Instructions are on the box, it’s not rocket science. You think you can do it ?” I challenged. “Uhh yes ! I can do anything” he scoffed. “Best of luck with daddy duties. Mwah. Ciao” I said lastly before ending the call.

As I pulled up in front of the driveway, my heels clicked against the wooden floor as I entered the house. "I'm home" I sang as I closed the front door behind me. I placed my handbag onto the kitchen counter, Neymar was still rummaging through the cupboard whilst his music was blasted. I shook my head as I walked up behind him and placed the porridge box in front of him. “Oh” he said to himself, then turned to look at me. “Thank you” he pecked my lips. “It’s okay, I’ll do it” I said as I took the box from him. “No no no, I’ll do it” he insisted as he took the box away from me. “You sure ?” I raised a brow as I walked around to lean on the kitchen counter and face him. “Okay…can you show me like one time and I’ll do it on my own from now on ?” He pouted as he tilted his head to the side. “Sure” I broke into a smile then walked back around to prepare the porridge.

As I did so, I could feel his stare on me the whole time. “I hope you’re learning something and not just staring at me” I said as I turned to look at him. "Do you always dress like this for work ?" He caught me off guard and raised a brow. "Looks like you never notice me" I said playfully.

He scoffed, "Of course I do ! You just look different. Hotter and a sexier looking mama" he smirked as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Thank you babe…Gotta look like I'm still trying to find a man" I had on a cheeky grin. His grip loosened. "I'm just kidding !" I said as I turned to kiss his cheek. "I'd like to see which man tries his luck with you because the first thing he'd be seeing is my fist" he mumbled into my neck. "An angry Neymar…hmm don’t see that often" I trailed. “All the better” he joked as he released his grip from me and leaned on the counter. “It sounds hot, I wanna see the other side of him” I wiggled my brows. He smirked and cupped my cheek before placing his lips on mine. Before things got heated, it hit me that I didn’t see (Y/D/N) yet. “Babe- where’s (Y/D/N) by the way ?” I asked concerned as I broke away from the kiss. “Let me go get her” he jogged to the lounge where she last was, watching her favourite Cocomelon.

Neymar took a while and I started to grow worried. I left the porridge then hurriedly ran to the lounge, and Neymar wasn’t there. “Ney, where is she ?” I yelled. He jogged back to the lounge from the hallway and looked back to the sofa, "She was just there on the couch". She obviously wasn't there. "Baby girl !" I yelled for her as I looked around the dining room. All the doors are locked so she couldn't have went outside so she must be upstairs. "My sugar pop ! Mummy's home" I said as I walked into our bedroom. "I'm here !" She yelled as she walked out of our closet. I could cry laughing at the sight of her in front of me. She had on my thong, but the waistband of it was on her shoulders, basically looking like she has suspenders.

“Ney !” I yelled for him. "What are you doing ?" I asked her as I placed my hand on my hips as I stifled a laugh. "Nothing" she smiled. "Honey, please take it off" I said as I crossed my arms over my chest. "No" she said. "Yes" I said back. "It's a bra" she said as she held onto the waist band. "It's not a bra !" I argued. "Yeah" she said sassily as she turned around to walk back to our closet. I couldn't hold in my laugh any longer and I burst out laughing. "OH MY GOD !" I yelled as I kicked off my heels and walked into the closet. The thong basically gave her petite bum a wedgie. I'm dead. I laughed so hard that I literally started tearing up.

[rayroseu]

This line is making me sad akjdkakdks its making me imagine that once Malleus sees that his overblot causes pain rather than making the people of his life happy... he'll realize that "he is no good as a king at all since he harmed his people"😭😭

"Seeing you all worry helped me calm down..." ARGHH IT MAKES ME THINK OF THE SCENE WHERE HE SAW HOW ANGUISHED SILVER WAS ABOUT LILIA'S DEPARTURE... Like... I CANT??😭😭 HE'S SO CARING ABOUT THE HAPPINESS OF OTHERS BECAUSE THATS AN EMOTION HE RARELY FELT SO HE VIEWS IT AS THE MOST PRECIOUS FEELING ??

but sadness and partings and goodbyes..."harms happiness", thats why he just created a world where it never exists... He's not just doing it for his own desires KSJAKDJWKD plus if "all dreams come true" none of the previous overblots wouldve occured and they'll live a peaceful life... but living that way would stagnate their growth... they'll be living the same life repeatedly without any improvements towards themselves

that's why even if Malleus' overblot stems from a good intention, his vision is not applicable to a human life as we all require growing up, overcoming hardships, admitting our mistakes and developing out from that... Those painful feelings are what makes a human life more meaningful and allows a person to give themselves a genuine good life. 🥲🥲🥲

But Malleus who's still in the state of "learning to be human", he cannot naturally perceive that kind of moral.

I just hope that after Book 7 there's no narrative implication that Malleus' coping was flat out purely wrong lol Bcs as Yuu said, everyone wishes they won't lose anyone important to them either...

Going back to the fact that he feels responsible for the happiness of others... I think Malleus lives his life very literally...

I think it was Lilia who said this...(?) That Malleus' power (or the Draconia's power in general) gives happiness to the people of Briar Valley (as their power can protect the dark faes) 🥲✨

Maybe this is the reason why he's "so desperate" in keeping the happiness of others and also giving them blessings that'll surely make them happy...

Okay separate theory... Maybe I'm just overthinking lol But the occurence of "falling" in TWST is so fascinating to me since thats a heavy reference to "Alice Falling In Wonderland" yk

Book 6 we already had Idia falling to the Underworld because he wants to follow Ortho, There's this implication that Overblots "falling to a deep sleep/darkness" thats why all overblotees "wakes up after their own overblot... I wonder if Overblot Malleus will take a fall as well??? His overblot title is "The King of Abyss" but I doubt that the "timeless Sage Island" is the abyss yk? What if we actually learn about the origin of Overblots through Malleus Overblot?

Because in the trailer we can see him snapping out in awareness(waking up) before he's trapped in thorns in what seems to be an Abyss--- So maybe, we won't defeat Malleus Overblot bcs he'll wake up from it (presumeably once he realizes that his overblot caused Lilia and the others pain???) but him breaking his overblot wont be possible bcs the "darkness" will engulf him of smth

I'm thinking of this because the existence of Overblot is so weird. General Lilia should've recognized the blot when it was taking Silver because of his despair since before Leona's overblot, he knew the vibes of whats occuring yk and same thing with Malleus with how he knew that he's planning to overblot, plus he knows the existence of STYX whos focused on overblot too

But strangely, the mages of the past (Meleanor and Knight of Dawn even Lilia and Baul) dont seem to possess any magic limitations concerning blot accumulation, additionally they dont even have magestones (that they use to gauge their blot consumption like NRC pens). Which makes me think that "blot or overblot" was not a "trait" that existed naturally in mages???

Since TWST world's history is implied to be changed... I wonder if blot existence was something that "a being" made up/cursed upon all mages lol

Idk where Im going with this tbhhhh ajsjaj but I just think its suspicious that only human magicians is heavily concerned with blot accumulation... whereas Malleus and Lilia never worries about using magic too much...

So wild guess, maybe Maleficia (since shes the only powerful person here lol) cursed "magic in general" so humans will never be on par with fae's magical abilities no matter how hard they develop it

Ig its to never repeat the "occurence of another Knight of Dawn" who's magic is even stronger than faes since he has no limitation so she created blot to curse humans to limit their magic else they'll fall into "darkness" idk

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Noncanonicals Tournament Round 1, Match 7

Match 7 is between John 'Jack' Seward from Dracula (shizun/mentor: Abraham van Helsing) and Obi-Wan Kenobi from Star Wars (shizun/mentor: Qui-Gon Jinn)

Propaganda under the cut! (Warning: Propaganda may include spoilers about the characters and their media)

John 'Jack' Seward:

Actual quotes from the letter in which John Seward introduce Van Helsing:

"I am in doubt, and so have done the best thing I know of. I have written to my old friend and master, Professor Van Helsing, of Amsterdam, who knows as much about obscure diseases as any one in the world. [...]

Van Helsing would, I know, do anything for me for a personal reason, so no matter on what ground he comes, we must accept his wishes. He is a seemingly arbitrary man, this is because he knows what he is talking about better than any one else. He is a philosopher and a metaphysician, and one of the most advanced scientists of his day, and he has, I believe, an absolutely open mind. This, with an iron nerve, a temper of the ice-brook, and indomitable resolution, self-command, and toleration exalted from virtues to blessings, and the kindliest and truest heart that beats, these form his equipment for the noble work that he is doing for mankind, work both in theory and practice, for his views are as wide as his all-embracing sympathy."

I feel like this speaks for itself tbqh.

Also, here's Van Helsing's answer to Seward's offscreen summons:

"When I received your letter I am already coming to you. By good fortune I can leave just at once, without wrong to any of those who have trusted me. Were fortune other, then it were bad for those who have trusted, for I come to my friend when he call me to aid those he holds dear. Tell your friend that when that time you suck from my wound so swiftly the poison of the gangrene from that knife that our other friend, too nervous, let slip, you did more for him when he wants my aids and you call for them than all his great fortune could do. But it is pleasure added to do for him, your friend, it is to you that I come.[...]"

The Gangrene Incident is never explained beyond this. Just. Jack sucked Van Helsing canon and real

Rest assured that they are like this from here to the end of the novel

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See above; also, let's remember the fact that Jackie can apparently do a bang up Dutch accent to give full bodied performances mimicking his professor. Van H also implies that he and Jack are blood-married.

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Even though they are mentor/student, Van Helsing strongly believes Jack is his equal in many ways and confides in him just for emotional stability. Stereotypically the mentor pushes the student outside of his comfort zone, but it is Jack who introduces the professor to everyone else in the story. Van Helsing tells another character that Jack helps alleviate his loneliness. He writes his "in case I die" memos to Jack specifically, because there is no one else who would understand him better.

Oh also Van Helsing has a running theme of barging into Jack's room unannounced, waking him up gently from his sleep, invading his personal space with little protest.

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

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