#saw what happened in passing and hm

[reihimura]

im so glad idgaf about bnha anymore because what the fuck was that

[eebie]

thinking about the future . . . .

[moonlight-presence]

Pale, Pale Moon

Remmick X Female Reader

Summary: On a lonely, moonlit road, you walk toward town—aching, afraid, and utterly alone. But the night has other plans. From the shadows, Remmick appears, his voice honey-smooth and eyes glowing with something not quite human. He seems kind, even charming, until his gaze lingers too long on you, and his smile stretches a bit too wide. What begins as a quiet walk becomes a haunting transformation. With whispered promises and otherworldly hunger, Remmick sinks his fangs into your neck, not to harm, but to rebirth. Then... you take him under that pale, pale moon.

4,245 words

Notes:

🌙 chomh teann = so tight

🌙 Aon duine = nothing

🌙 foc = fuck

!SMUT CONTENT!

You should’ve known better than to trust a word of a man—no matter his sweet talking or his kind goddamn eyes when he offered you a ride home. You were so fucking naive, thinking he had no other intentions besides helping you get back to your folks who, by now, must be worried sick. You try not to think too much about that, focusing instead on the faint lights at the end of the road that lead into town. The moon, thankfully, was bright and full in the sky, judging by its size, giving you an additional source of light as you walked alone by the side of the road. 

 You looked down at your wrists and saw that the man’s fingers were bruised on your skin, reminding you of how you had kicked him in the crotch and opened the door of his car to sprint away from him. Thank God nothing more happened… and thank God he didn’t come chasing after you. You weren’t sure how far away you could’ve run until he eventually caught up to you. A shiver ran down your spine, and you adjusted your shawl. 

 You had been walking for a good twenty minutes now, and judging by how close the town was, you still had a good thirty minutes to go. 

 “You stupid idiot,” you murmured to yourself. 

 Then, amid your anger and frustration, you heard rattling, like a wild animal moving through the woods, from your right. You stopped dead in your tracks, slowly looking at the forest beside you and, obviously, seeing nothing but trees and the wind passing through them. 

 “Now, now, don’t be imagining things. Just get your ass back home and forget this ever happened,” you told yourself out loud, somehow needing to hear a voice amid the silence. 

 You continued walking, holding your shawl tighter around your body as the night grew a bit colder for the time of the year. Your thoughts wandered back to your parents and how worried they must be. They were quite old now, giving away their age in you, who was not as young as you had been. But those days of adolescence were gone, giving way to the responsibilities that came with adulthood. Time could be such a bitch sometimes.

 You were supposed to be married by now. That was the proper way of things, as folks often said around town… But you still hadn’t found a single man worth your time, and you, for sure, didn’t wanna marry just for the sake of it. So, alone in your youth, which often left a sting of pain in your chest, you continued with your walk. 

 More time passed, a couple of minutes at most, until you heard another noise that made the hairs on your body stand up. Something was definitely out there in those woods… and you hoped it would remain there. 

 You were now a bit scared, fingers shaking around your shawl, as your feet ached from the uncomfortable shoes your mother had made for you. Perhaps it was your exhaustion talking, too. You didn’t know at this point. 

 “Get a hold of yourself… Come on now,” you whispered, fastening your pace. 

 You tried to control your breathing until you figured out you couldn’t. So, instead of drowning in that sweet old fear, you did the one thing you knew calmed your nerves. 

 You sang.

Oh, pale moon rising over the pines, come

Lawd away until the sun does rise

Leave the day by the, by the door, I don't

Care if sun don't shine once more, that's what I said

Ooh, ooh

Oh, oh, oh

Huh

Mm-hm, mm-hm

You finished your humming softly, letting a breeze of wind brush through your face almost like a human hand caressing your skin. You have always hated nighttime, especially when you had barely any light around you and were all alone. 

 God knows what demons or creatures wandered those woods… 

 The rest of the song found you then, easing your nerves like a cup of warm milk with a teaspoon of honey. 

 This time, you sang a little louder, feeling bolder in the silence, and giving a proper performance to the night creatures. 

I'm gonna spend my money on somethin' sweet and strong

Gonna move my body through the whole night long

Gonna sweat the way I been longin' to, nobody gonna

Tell me nothin', that's what I'm gonna do, that's what I said

Woo

That's what I said

Mm-hm, mm-hm

Mm-hm, mm-hm

Mm-hm, mm-hm

Oh, oh, oh

A slight smile spread on your face as you walked in rhythm with the song, moving your body sideways and creating a dance with each step. Suddenly, the night felt less cold, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you must look. No bother, there wasn’t anybody for miles to witness this. You were free to sing and dance as you pleased, not scared of being quieted by anybody. 

I wanna sing

Like I hear the crickets do

I wanna hoo, yeah

Like the owls do 

I wanna howl

To the moon 

Scream

You raised your voice at the last note, letting it linger for far too long. It felt sweet on your tongue, so you savored it as you looked up at the moon and smiled. It was pretty, you noticed, and you would have marvelled at it for longer if you didn’t hear footsteps… behind you. 

 The first thing you did was stop your walk, freezing in place until you were sure that those were, in fact, human footsteps. And they were, there was no mistaking the sound of shoes by an animal’s paws. 

 You swallowed dryly, dread filling your chest as you remembered so well what had almost happened to you that night. You had to run. If you did, you could maybe make it into town or just come close to any people. 

 You had to try, goddamnit, you had to. 

 Instead, the person behind you spoke, a few steps away from your back, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. 

 “Hey there. Beautiful night, isn’t it?” he said with a voice so sweet that it made your ears resonate with the sound. “I thought I heard some singin’ down the road… You wouldn’t happen to be that sweet voice I heard, would you, darlin’?” 

 You didn’t turn around, fear filling your chest and holding you hostage. 

 “You must have me mistaken, sir,” you replied, making your voice friendly just in case this man had a temper. 

 “Is that so?” he said, and you heard him walk around you. He appeared in front of you, and you raised your eyes to meet his for the first time. When you did, you almost swore for a second that they were red… But no, they were blue. 

 “Yes, sir,” you confirmed, tightening your shawl around your body. He tilted his head slightly, and you saw his teeth appear underneath his lips as he smiled. “I’m just on my way home. I don’t want any trouble, sir.”

 “Trouble, darlin’?” he asked, confused. “Who said I wanted any trouble? I was making my way to town too, ya know? I just heard your beautiful voice and decided to see who was singin’, nothing more.”

 His accent was like all the other folks you knew, but in some words, it seemed to slip into something else. You didn’t recognise it, but you were sure he wasn’t from around here. No matter how much he tried to seem like he was. 

 “That’s very kind of you, sir, but if you don’t mind…” You went to walk, but he didn’t step aside. Your heart picked up its pace. 

 “What happened to your wrists?” he asked, eyeing your bruises. 

 You immediately hid your wrists under your shawl and straightened your back, trying to act casual. 

 “Nothin’. Just fell.”

 “Is that so?” he said, obviously skeptical. “Alright, if you say so, darlin’...” He grinned at you before adding, “What’s your name? I’m Remmick.” 

 You hesitated but then told him your name. 

 “That’s a beautiful name. Pleasure to meet you.” He raised his hand, clearly wanting to either shake or kiss your hand. 

 You thought about rejecting his request, but the way he looked at you and spoke was too inviting to refuse. He had such a way about himself… And you didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was because he was handsome. 

 So, you gave him your hand, and he held it before lowering his lips to your skin. You thought he was gonna kiss it, but instead he pressed your skin to his mouth, and you felt him sniff the area. You frowned, pulling your hand away, but he held it and finally kissed it, releasing his hold after. 

 “You are too kind, sir, but my folks must be worried sick by now, and I must really get goin’.”

 Remmick smiled and nodded slowly. 

 “I’ll walk with you then.”

 “Sir, that’s really not necessary.”

 “Oh, but I insist. The nights can be so lonely, can’t they?” he said, and there was a hint of a joke under his voice. “We wouldn’t want anythin’ to happen to you, would we, darlin’?”

 “I…” You thought of arguing further, but ended up giving up. “Very well.”

 You two resumed your walk in silence, and you didn’t sing anymore. It didn’t feel right any longer, especially with Remmick walking beside you and looking, from time to time, at you. You tried to tell yourself he meant no harm, but you couldn’t really shake off the feeling that something about him just wasn’t quite right. 

 However, you continued walking until the pain in your right foot turned too intense and you felt blood stain your ankle and shoe. Right about then, you stopped walking. 

 “What’s the matter, darlin?” Remmick asked, looking at your feet. You heard him sniff the air, and then his breath caught in his throat. “You are bleedin’.”

 “It’s nothin’, sir,” you said. “I just need to sit down for a bit.”

 “Let me see the blood,” Remmick said, guiding you towards a broken tree on the side of the road. You followed him and finally sat on the trunk. He kneeled in front of you, eyes fixed on your bloody ankle. “You poor thing. That looks like it must hurt.”

 “It’s fine, really-” But he was already taking off your shoe, making you wince. 

 Blood was dripping down your ankle, and you bit your bottom lip at the pain. 

 “It smells so sweet,” Remmick whispered in awe as he lifted your leg. You felt your cheeks heat up as your skirt got pushed further up.

 “Sir, if you please-”

 “I knew you were different, ya know?” Remmick said, cutting you off as he moved closer to your blood. You tried to release your leg, but his grip was too strong. “I could smell you from miles away, darlin’.” 

 “Let me go,” you said, panic clear in your voice. 

 “Ssshhh,” he said, putting his finger to his lips. He looked up at you then, and you gasped as droll fell from his lips, and his teeth were sharper than before. “It will all be better soon.”

 “What are you?” you asked between shaky breaths. You looked into his red eyes and saw something unnatural in them. Whatever this man was, it couldn’t be human. 

 Remmick grinned. “I’m your savior, darlin’.”

 That was all he said before he jumped at a supernatural speed on top of you, making you fall back to the grass. You screamed in horror as his teeth sank into your neck and pierced the skin. The pain was so unbearable that you screamed until your throat ached and your lungs gave out. 

 Then, your eyes fell shut and you floated into darkness… You were sure you were dying, and you felt yourself drifting away to meet your ancestors. You could almost see them on the horizon, looking at you with inviting hands and warmth. 

 But it was as if there was a wall in your path. One you couldn’t cross. You yelled their names, but it was in vain as they slowly disappeared into dust. 

 Then, you were reborn. 

 Your eyes snapped open, and you breathed blessed air. You gasped and coughed, putting your hand to your neck and feeling dried blood there. You were supposed to be dead… 

 “All better now, isn’t it?” Remmick said. You licked your dry lips, feeling them colder than usual, before looking at Remmick, who was kneeling next to you. His mouth was dripping with your blood. “It’s okay, darlin’. I’m here.”

 His red eyes left you in a trance, making you giggle and reach for his hands. He held you to a sitting position, and you stretched your arms and cracked your neck. A smile stayed on your mouth. 

 You felt euphoric, like life didn’t mean anything before. You could feel the coldness of the night and how comforting it was. Every sound was sharper in your ears, and your reflexes seemed to be better, too. You felt unstoppable and… you remembered. Your life and his. 

 You knew who he was now. You felt his pain deep in your chest, like a crushing weight. 

 “Remmick…” you whispered, putting your hand to your chest. “I feel so different. So goddamn good.”

 “Yeah? Can you feel how sweet it is?” he asked, putting one hand over yours. “It’s all better now, isn’t it? Nobody can hurt us now.”

 “Nobody,” you repeated. “Aon duine.”

 Remmick’s grin deepened at your words, and you laughed loudly, pushing yourself towards him. 

 “Kiss me now,” you begged, wanting to feel him closer. “I wanna feel you. I need you, Remmick.”

 “I know… It’s alright. Come here,” he whispered. 

 Your lips met in a fiery kiss, and you groaned as you tasted your blood. Remmick wasn’t lying; it was truly sweet, like a nectar. 

 Your tongues danced with each other until you pulled back with the need for fresh air. Your chest heaved, and fire seemed to be inside your veins as the heat of arousal filled your body like a poison. But it was far from venomous… it was addictive and nonlethal. A combination not made possible until now. 

 “I know how you liked to be licked, darlin’,” Remmick whispered against your lips. “And I know what makes you drip.”

 You couldn’t say anything to his filthy words, so instead, you put your elbows behind you and spread your legs. His eyes were shining in the dark, and you saw them look between your thighs as you pulled your skirts up and revealed your dripping arousal. You weren’t wearing anything down there, only your dress and shawl, which was now long forgotten somewhere in the grass. 

 Remmick licked his bottom lip slowly, chuckling and crawling towards your spread thighs. You smirked at him as he moved and finally reached the middle of your legs. The pulse on your crotch was maddening, and you didn't remember ever feeling this aroused for anybody else. 

 “Look at that… Isn’t that just so perfect?” Remmick said, rubbing his hands from your ankles to your thighs. His skin was calloused but comforting. “Don’t mind if I steal a few kisses, do ya?”

 You brought your right hand to your folds, spreading them and coating your digits with your arousal, before bringing the glistening fingers towards his mouth. He didn’t need to be asked twice as he wrapped his lips around your fingers and swirled his tongue, tasting you. A deep moan left your mouth, and you saw him grab and squeeze his cock through his pants. 

 “Come taste me, baby,” you begged. 

 A string of saliva fell from the corner of his lips as he removed your fingers from his mouth. His white shirt was unbuttoned on the chest, revealing his chest hair and a necklace, and, as you stared at him, he grabbed your thighs with his two hands and pushed you towards him, making your back and head hit the grass. 

 You laughed, grabbing his hair as his head went between your legs. 

 “Oh fuck…” you whispered as he applied kisses around your vulva. He licked and nibbled at the flesh until you were whining for him. 

 Just when he thought you had enough of his teasing, did he wrap his lips on your clit. When he did, you arched your back and pulled his hair roughly, making his fangs grow a bit. You felt his lust in your mind and laughed again, until he licked your folds up and down, and made you moan instead. 

 “Remmick… Just like that… Fuck,” you said, breathless. 

 He groaned against you and moved his tongue on your clit, flickering it and creating a mind shattering rhythm. You looked down at him and saw that he was staring at you as well. Your eyes met and you kept eye contact, loving the way his hair was fisted in your hand and his mouth moved on your cunt. 

 “That’s it, baby,” you encouraged him as waves of pleasure ran through you. You pulled his hair roughly again, which made him grab your thighs harder. 

 Remmick continued with that same pace that was just so right until you felt that tight, familiar feeling on your stomach. It was tightening fast, ready to burst, and you dropped your head back on the grass, moaning loudly his name. 

 “I’m close, baby,” you warned him with a breathless voice. A whine escaped your lips as he sucked on your clit suddenly, making a spike of pleasure run through you. 

 “I… I’m gonna cum,” you managed to say. 

 Remmick moaned against you, and that was all it took before you arched your back and felt arousal pour from your entrance. Your walls pulsed and your clit throbbed against Remmick’s tongue as sweet pleasure made your mind go blank. You pushed your cunt towards his face, almost riding it as he held you down. 

 Just when you began feeling a bit overstimulated did he stopped his movements, pulling away from your clit. 

 “Hm, hm…” he said as he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. “You sound so damn pretty when you cum, baby.”

 You were breathing heavily as you looked at the night sky. Your skin was glistening and your cunt still trembled with the aftermath of your orgasm. 

 “I’m gonna need you to fuck me now, baby,” you said between breaths. You looked at him and were pleased to see him unbuckling his pants. 

 “Since you asked so nicely…” he teased you with a grin. He pulled his cock out and you looked at it. It was glistening with pre-cum and as hard as a rock. “How do you wanna get fucked, darlin’?”

 You closed your legs and got to your knees in front of him. Then, as he stroked himself slowly, you turned around and lifted your skirts to your waist, revealing your backside to him. Remmick didn’t say anything but a hand appeared on your ass cheek, grabbing it roughly. 

 “That’s a good girl,” he said in a thick Irish accent. He had dropped his southern accent shortly after you were bitten. 

 You bit your bottom lip, dropping to your elbows as you felt him run the head of his cock on your folds. He teased himself and you for a while, running his cock up and down and making you shiver and clench on nothing. 

  “Give a girl what she needs, would ya? Please, baby,” you said to him with a whiny voice. 

 Remmick chuckled, one hand on your ass and the other on his shaft. 

 “But you look so pretty all needy for me, darlin’,” Remmick said. 

 You bit your bottom lip again, and pushed your ass towards him. Remmick groaned, and you smiled in victory as he lined himself with your entrance. 

 “Now, now… Let me make it all better,” he said before thrusting inside all at once. 

 You gasped as he entered you, your head dropping between your shoulders. Remmick let out a deep groan as he stopped fully inside. 

 “Foc… Chomh teann,” he said, now holding your waist with both hands.

 He began fucking you slowly, pulling himself all the way out just to slam inside. You couldn’t do anything but fist the grass and moan his name as he set a good pace. His cock hit all the right places inside you, somehow. It was as if it was meant to fuck you all your life. 

 “Fuck. You are taking me so goddamn well,” he said with a laugh. You moaned his name again and clenched around him. 

 He grabbed your ass cheeks roughly until you felt his nails pierce your skin. You were sure he had drawn blood from your flesh, but you couldn’t care less as euphoria pumped inside your veins. Everything just felt so good. 

 “Harder,” you said to him. 

 Remmick obeyed, and you arched your back and moaned louder than ever as you felt his balls hit your skin with every thrust. The wet and slapping sounds you were making were like music to your ears, and you felt your fangs grow. You needed some blood after this. And soon. 

 “Take it… Come on, fucking take it,” Remmick moaned, pulling your hair. You hissed at the pain but laughed, feeling him hold your head slightly up. 

 You held your torso up with one arm and brought your other hand to your clit, rubbing it roughly and feeling your walls clenching on his shaft. You were getting close again. 

 “Remmick… Ah… Fuck…” you said, looking to him as he pulled your hair again. His neck and chin were still covered in your blood, and his lips parted as he let out ragged breaths. He had never looked more beautiful. 

 “You gonna cum?” Remmick asked you, bringing your face closer to his. He had more strength than you, so it was as easy as walking for him. “Tell me, baby.”

 “Yeah… I’m real close,” you replied, inches from his fangs. 

 “Then do it. Come on, darlin’, cum around my cock,” he whispered, licking your lips. 

 You grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his sweaty hair and skin, while the other hand rubbed circles on your clit. He gave you a particularly hard thrust that made your breasts jiggle. 

 Remmick must have noticed because soon his hands were on your breasts. He ripped open the dress from your chest like it was a tissue, and you gasped as he grabbed your boobs and squeezed them. 

 “Fuckin’ beautiful tits,” he moaned. 

 It was too much for you with the added stimulation, so your orgasm burst through you at long last. 

 You opened your mouth and let out high-pitched moans against his lips as your eyes fell shut. Remmick fucked you through it, feeling your walls clench and unclench around his shaft as you came. 

 “Fuck… Beautiful,” he whispered, voice strained. 

 He fucked you unevenely until he stilled his hips and hot strings of cum shoot inside you, making you groan. He whispered your name in your ear while he came, making you shiver. 

 Then, he put his lips to your neck and licked the two holes his fangs had left on your skin. It sting a bit but you didn’t paid it any mind as you stopped your fingers on your clit and started calming down. 

 “There we go. Feels good, baby?” he asked you. 

 “Yes… Real fucking good,” you replied, feeling your skin almost burn. 

 He held you for a bit more until you dropped to your hands, and he removed himself from inside of you. When he did, you felt his cum drip down your ass, making you shiver. Remmick saw it too as he collected it with his fingers. 

 “Want a taste, baby?” he asked as you turned around and sat on the floor. Your dress was ruined now, ripped open and covered in blood, sweat, and cum. 

 “Yeah. Let me,” you said, grabbing his wrist and putting his fingers inside your mouth. You tasted his salty cum and moaned, making Remmick smirk. 

 “You really are different, aren’t you, baby?” he said as you pulled back your mouth. 

 “You bet,” you replied, licking your lips.

 Remmick chuckled and put himself back in his pants, buttoning them up again and fixing his blouse. You tried to clean your dress until you saw it was pointless. 

 “That’s no problem, darlin’. There are plenty of dresses in town, I reckon. You may take as many as you want,” he said. 

 You giggled, breathing deeply as you got to your feet. He followed your lead. 

 “So… What’s next?” you asked him as you looked at the empty road. 

 “Well…” Remmick grabbed your waist from behind and put his chin on your shoulder. “I think the people in this town need our savin’, don’t ya think? I can feel how miserable they are, even from here. A goddamn shame, really.”

 You hummed with a grin, looking at the lights on the horizon. 

 “I think you right, Remmick. They need our savin’...And I happen to know just the place to visit first.”

 Remmick hummed and grabbed your hand as you two walked down the road. You could hear the drumming heartbeats of the folks in the town, leading you closer and closer to them. But they could wait… First, your parents needed some saving. 

 Then, everybody else would too.

[classyrbf]

classmate!gojo pt 4 preview!

The tension between you and Gojo have been extremely high since that moment in the hallway. Every time you think about it, your head starts pounding in your chest and you can’t help but get wet. He was so demanding and cocky, obsessed with you the way you were with him. Every time you saw him in class and on campus, your eyes always locked and no words were spoken, but it was still like you can read every single one of his thoughts.

You’ve both held off on messaging each other, anticipating the day when he would finally break and just fuck you already. You’ve both been waiting long enough, especially you. For months you’ve been obsessed with him, touching yourself to him, trying to convince yourself that your pretty pink dildo was better than the real thing. But it’s been days and days since you’ve spoken a word, it was getting harder not to just pull him into an empty lecture room and fuck him right there.

You know good and well he’s been teasing you too. Wearing those compression shirts that show off his muscles, or posting shirtless pics of him in the gym on his social media, sweat dripping down the valley of his abs, not to mention the video of him doing push ups with the sound on, the sounds every so slightly reminding you of what he sounds like when he’s jerking off to you, trying his hardest not to cum too quickly. He knows what he’s doing to you, but you can play that game right back.

You pull up to class wearing the shortest skirt possible, showing off your legs, the fabric barely covering your ass. Your shirts are tight and slightly see through, allowing damn near everyone to see what you’re wearing underneath. The most shocking part is the fact you haven’t been dress coded, but after all it is a university, they couldn’t care less. Besides the fact, gojo always steals glances at you, his eye twitching when he sees how much skin you’re showing because if they’re anything like him, they’re thinking about hiking up that sorry excuse of a skirt and fucking you to tears.

Both of you knew just how to drive each other right to brink before breaking and that’s exactly what happened. Gojo snapped, something inside of him switched. He’s rewarded himself for having such restraint, but with each passing moment he can’t the tent that forms in his pants when he thinks about you. It’s perverted, it’s sickening, it’s exciting. That was all Gojo was when it came to you, that’s all he ever felt. And you were just like him if not worse. Messaging him from a secret account because you had such a huge crush, unable to hold back your perverted thoughts and tendencies, sending him nudes just to feel closer to him without actually confessing your true feelings. It makes him smile.

One look at you and no one would expect a girl like you to do such nasty things. It was like something out of a porno, truly. The quiet and shy girl is actually a huge slut! Gojo would bet some good money if he posted that to any sight there’d be flocks of people wanting to watch. God, has gojo been blessed? He asks himself that every time he looks at you, just like he’s doing now. Watching you stand in the empty lecture room after school. You have no idea he’s here, just a few feet behind you.

He slowly opens the door, stepping inside to see you’re still busy doing whatever on your phone. You’re too distracted to hear his footsteps behind you, getting so close he could breathe right on your neck. “Hey, pretty girl,” he speaks. You jump, nearly dropping your phone when you see the man with snow white hair standing before you. “What’re you up to, hm?” He snatches your phone without second thought, an evil little smile on his face when he looks at it.

“Gojo, give it back!” You go to snatch it, but his lanky arms and quick movements just put it out of your reach. “Give it!”

“Is this a recent picture you took? Oh, wow look at this one!” He chuckles, swiping through your photos. He actively scrolling through your nudes, and even though you’ve sent him plenty, it’s different when he’s looking at them while standing inches away. Embarrassing. “And why haven’t you been sending these to me? I could’ve used these, you know?” He hands you your phone back, cornering you between the desk.

here’s a preview for all my pookies!!! I swear I’m working on it. It’s just gonna take time cause I’m adding stuff, deleting stuff, just tryna finish it while I have work on top of that 😓😓

[kujiba]

【Go on and Love Me】

୨୧ — ꒰ male!reader | he/his prounouns | Sagau | Genshinimpact

୨୧ — ꒰ Streamer!Reader who gets sidetracked by people's donations/chats making the genshin characters feel jealous

Ft. Xiao, Wanderer, Kinich, Traveler

A/n: inspired by la2yn0va hsr fic

X I A O

(Name) happily smiled at another donation sent to him after recently completing a natlan quest

"Thanks for the 20 bits donation!"

He thanked the chat with a wide smile, the chat which was filled with people commenting every second flooding the entire screen making (Name) shift his focus to answer their questions about himself.

This cute interaction made (Name) feel warm and lovely in the inside, being able to interact with fans who admired him.

You know who wasn't happy? A dark headed male inside a screen wasn't that happy unlike (Name). Why were these people gifting you so low? Most of all why was (Name)'s attention not on him anymore?

He had to pull alot of strings to make his own crit rise up since (Name)'s luck on the Vermilion domain was absolutely dog shit.

(Name) — Hm? My favorite character in genshin?

Xiao — You called?

Xiao unintentionally blurted that out without any thoughts whatsoever, but when he did realize and saw (Name)'s confused face along with the chat going wild.

Without any choice Xiao did his idle animation to hide his face away from you, he used his mask so that Xiao won't face you for a while since he was in a very vulnerable state

(Name) — New mail? Sweet 300 primos!

(Chat) — Fr? I didn't get any new mail from hoyo yet.

(Name) — Well.. Free primos is free primos

If (Name)'s happy then he'll rest easy today. Hopefully no rumors circulate about what happened earlier.. Self aware fanfics are crazy these days.

W A N D E R E R

Wanderer stared at (Name) blankly, he was too busy thanking people with countless of donations to even realize they were still in a boss fight farming material's for upcoming characters.

Wanderer became (Name)'s fan ever since he saw him at that temporary event named 'Unreconciled Stars Event Quest The Crisis Deepens'.

Smug mf since he made (Name) hit hard pity for him. But was kind enough to give you his c1 after 140 wishes

(Chat) — Why don't you change your main (Streamer Name)?

An irk mark appears on Wanderer's face but wasn't that visible on screen.

Is this swine telling (Name) to replace him with someone else? Hard pass. He was already stolen from (Name)'s attention and now these nobody's are trying to persuade him into maining some other weak random than him.

Just so happen that (Name) spotted a chest nearby and happily went over to open it, Wanderer took this opportunity immediately

(Wanderer) — Unnecessary.

(Chat) — Is it just me or is his voice rougher than usual?

Damn right it's rougher since he just wanted to vent his anger out on any enemies on sight

The chat won't know but what he had said was directly targeted at them, if only he could say every insult known to man right now

So (Name), keep your eyes on him only and no one else, then maybe he'll make his attacks stronger if you comply

(Name) — Well to answer your question earlier chat, no I don't think I'll be changing my main anytime soon. Wanderer's pretty fun to play with.

After (Name) finished talking he took a closer look at Wanderer's face, but his eyes swore Wanderer had a tad bit of pink on his cheeks

His eyes must've been starting to break with the amount of streaming his doing

T R A V E L E R

(Name) had just began to prep for his stream of the week and now he was currently adjusting the Traveler's artifacts to try out a new build

You know what's crazy though? His builds are pretty shitty.

He has the absolute worst luck in artifacts plus in leveling up pieces, most of which usually goes to defense or HP%

But he still hits about 800k regularly with the Traveler! How could he do such thing with only 44.6% Crit rate!?

(Chat) — 1 MILLION?? (Name) are you doing hacks?

(Name) — What? No! Guess my Traveler's just really op

The Traveler is a smug motherfucker

Of course the Traveler wouldn't hit such high numbers without using a...slight adjustment to the system

Sure their pieces are pretty bad but they'll accept anything (Name) had given them! How could they just shake off his hard work on griding for their ascension and talents?

Whenever the Traveler sees (Name)'s shocked expression during the massive crit's appearing on his screen they are damn right happy and overjoyed they managed to satisfy their grace!

(Chat) — Your builds are bad af tho lolol

(Chat) — Why main the Traveler? They're a pretty bad character to main, you should go for Nuevillete or Alhaitham.

The Traveler's good mood immediately faded into dust once he saw the chats text

Are those no lifers saying that they're not fit to be (Name)'s vessel? They're the most perfect one!

What could Nuevillete or whatever character have that they don't? Could they switch elements? Don't think so

If they wanted bigger numbers, the Traveler will show them big numbers all right, if you want them to hit 10 million they're gonna make it happen with just one click

(Name) — Thanks for the suggestion chat but I'm going to stick with the Traveler, I'm already wayyy too attached

The Traveler's mood once again took a 360 and smiled softly at what (Name) said to them, their stomachs fluttering with delight

(Name) is attached to them? No other compliment or praise could ever reach what the Traveler was feeling at the very moment

Their grace! Oh their grace... If only they could just grab onto you and drag you here where you rightfully belong

K I N I C H

Kinich is an upcoming playable character but many in the genshin community have fallen head over heels for him

Yet he couldn't careless about them, after all just being near (Name)'s presence even though it's just by the Traveler's vessel already makes him nice and comfortable

(Name) — Day 10 of saving up for Kinich let's goo

(Chat) — Woah already 200 wishes? You're quick man

(Name) — Can't help it lmao, Kinich seems fun to play and he's really pretty!

(Chat) — He seem's boring though

(Chat) — Dude the dialouge is slightly glitching wtf

The dialouge's glitching is caused by Kinich's embarrassment and rage, he was previously just about to talk till he heard (Name) sing praises about him! How could he not accidentally stutter and mess up the dialouge!?

But on the other hand, the hell did that person meant by he was boring? He wasn't even released yet! This caused Kinich to panic mentally if whether or not you'll change your mind about pulling for him

He stared at you from the screen, clenching his fists tighter by the second. Just a small bit more... Just one more step and he'll be released, then he could really be by your side now.

(Name) — Aw man, hold on chat I gotta pause the stream to fix this glitching

(Name) eventually had to exit the game to try and see what the problem was with his device or if it was overheating again

Meanwhile Kinich was still standing there re-adjusting his thoughts about what just happened. His feelings were all a mixed bag at this point, he sighed rubbing his temples slowly

Ajaw eventually came to his side while looking at him weirdly like he had done something wrong

(Ajaw) — Wow.. Just wow

(Kinich) — Shut up...

To rightfully apologized the system eventually sent 10 wishes in (Name)'s game mail which he was confused at first but eh, more wishes for c6 knich!

Once he becomes playable Kinich would definitely spoil (Name) with high numbers and crit's. He would just have to deal with Ajaw's yapping in the meantime..

So don't get distracted over what those 'Chat' people say about him!

A/n: likes and reblogs are appreciated! Have a nice day(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[sweetshuga]

Bewitched ۶ৎ Chratt

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

contains ⚠︎ smut!, strong language!, suggestive remarks!, obscene descriptions!, polyamory, hint of overstimulation, p in v (unprotected, use condoms irl), threesome, oral (m! receiving), size kink, light s&m, bondage, toys & idk a bunch of kinky stuff °~° ⚠︎

sum. Switching their clothes for a video leads to new sexual discoveries.

wc. 2.1k (2,116)

note. English is not my first language!

You watched from your place on the living room couch as Matt and Chris paced back and forth between their rooms. Seemingly exchanging clothes, laughing and talking about some type of tiktok they’re gonna film. You were only partially paying attention now—the fanfiction you were reading on your phone suddenly taking an interesting turn.

"Hey, ma?" Your head shot up at the sudden interruption, your eyes widened by a fraction when you saw their attire. They had exchanged clothes, and even their jewelleries were of the other. It’s not like they don’t wear each other’s clothes, you’ve seen them share hoodies or pants, but never fully dress as one another.

"Yeah?" You breathed out, your voice coming out a bit too shaky for your liking. "Can you please go into one of our rooms while we film a tiktok? Y’know... we can’t really show you yet." Chris said apologetically, and you nodded. "Yeah, yeah, of course, tell me when you’re done." You stood up and made your way towards Matt’s room.

"Sorry about this, sweetheart, we won’t take too long ’promise," you chuckled quietly to yourself before replying with a soft "okay" and closed the door behind yourself. Immediately plopping down on Matt’s bed as you opened your phone, ready to continue reading the fanfic.

Some people might think it’s weird to read fanfictions about your boyfriend— or boyfriends in your case, but you couldn’t deny how hot it was, how much it turned you on. The suggestive part of the fanfic began and just as you got comfortable on the bed Matt walked inside the room.

You looked up from your phone, raising an eyebrow, "you done already?" He chuckled and shook his head no, "Chris is filming his video, I’ll do it after him." You nodded, and motioned for him to come sit beside you. "You should wear bracelets more often, it suits you..." Your voice trailed off as his hand landed on your thigh, giving it a small playful squeeze, and the seemingly innocent gesture sent shivers down your spine.

"Yeah? Maybe I should get a similar one–" he paused, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the Tumblr logo on your phone, the fanfiction left open and abandoned on the bed beside you. You looked at him confused before following his gaze, a small gasp escaped your lips before you quickly turned your phone off.

You sat up, flustered and embarrassed to have been caught red handed reading such a frisky fanfic about him and Chris. Stammering as you tried to find a good excuse as to why you were reading a smut fanfic in broad daylight – even if you could – but it only made it worse. "You read things like that? What was the name again?"

You looked at him for a solid minute before opening your mouth to speak, only getting out a flustered "what?" in response. The corners of Matt’s lips twitched into a small smirk, "what’s the name?" He repeated himself, his smirk threatened to grow wider with each passing second. "Simple solution," you whispered.

"Hm? And what happens in it?" You gulped softly, feeling your face heat up. "Do I have to? I mean, you can just read it yourself, I know you’ve got Tumblr on your phone." Matt laughed, the sound rich and amused, "yeah I do, but I wanna hear you tellin’ me about it, sweetheart." You couldn’t help but fidget slightly at the pet name, it was one of your faves.

"Uhm... It’s like, well," you stammered, "it’s about how much you and Chris look alike when you wear your caps backwards." You finally blurted out, biting your tongue as you waited for his reaction. "That’s... Interesting? So y’like it when we look alike huh?" He chuckled, thoroughly amused.

The bedroom door opened, and Chris peeked his head in. "I’m done," he walked fully inside the room, grinning and putting his hands on his hips in a mock attempt of display. "So, how do I look, ma?" You chuckled and sat up straight, "So fine, I’ll give you that, the kisses tee is just chefs kiss."

Chris grinned wider, "pirate girl tank or kisses tee?" Your jaw dropped, "how do you expect me to pick one? Also, why didn’t you wear the 'iconic' pirate girl tank?" You nudged Matt playfully, "we’re not recreating outfits... well, basically, but it’s more like how we dress and all—" you cut him off with a laugh, "okay, whatever you say, kid."

"Are you two done filming yet?" Nick popped his head in, looking annoyed, "’cause I’m so fucking hungry, and you keep telling me to stay in my room like what am I? One of your secret girlfriends?" Chris scoffed in faux annoyance, "we’ve only got one girl fyi, and no, Matt hasn’t filmed yet, but go ahead and eat if you’re about to starve to death."

Nick huffed, raising his eyebrows in dramatic disbelief, but didn’t say anything else as he walked away, mumbling under his breath about how ridiculous everything was. Suddenly, Matt spoke—breaking the silence. "I’ll be back," he gave your thigh one last squeeze before standing up to film the short video for tiktok.

Chris smirked and sauntered over to Matt’s bed where you were – still – laying on. Sitting on the edge as his hand absentmindedly started to caress your calves, "so, real talk, how do I look?" You hummed thoughtfully, "real talk? I think you look hot, like 'makes me wet' kinda hot." He let out a surprised yet amused laugh, "bold now ain’t we?" chuckling as he leaned closer.

"Mm... 'makes you wet' kinda hot huh?" He teased, a wolfish grin on his face as his gaze raked over your body appraisingly. "So, you gon’ show me how wet it makes you or do I have to see it myself." His tone wasn’t one of questioning, more like a commanding one as if you were obligated to show him either way. You felt pleasantly surprised, the fluttering in your abdomen growing tenfold.

However, Matt walked in before you could respond. Raising his eyebrows with a small smirk as he sensed the tension in the air. The room seemed warmer, more electric. That’s when Nick opened the door again, "I’ll be out for a bit–" he paused, having sensed the tension as well.

"Well, uh... Don’t be too loud? We don’t need another noise complaint from our neighbours, that’s just borderline embarrassing." With that, he closed Matt’s bedroom door, leaving you three alone. The front door clicked shut a few minutes later. Your mouth hung agape at Nick’s words.

"Damn, kid has no filter whatsoever." Chris chuckled, taking the fanny pack off and tossing it on Matt’s gaming chair. "Hey, easy with it," Matt said as he took off his cap. Putting it on his gaming desk before turning to look at you. Sensing their eyes on you, you suddenly felt a strong heat in your lower abdomen. Their gazes were enough to make you squirm.

"So, now that Nick is out," Chris looked at Matt before looking back at you, "we’ve the house all to ourselves," Matt continued for him. You nodded subtly, shifting slightly on the bed, trying not to show how in need you were. They weren’t stupid, knowing exactly what was happening with you as their handsome faces lit up with amused grins.

You squirmed, a muffled moan exiting your gagged mouth as your hips bucked and jerked when Chris pressed a button on the small remote, making the vibe in between your legs buzz louder. The intense sensation of the vibe, bound to stay precisely on your clit, was enough to make your eyes roll back.

Your ankles were bound as well as your wrists, making you unable to move much as the pleasure coursed through your body. You bit the gag, your back arching and hips rolling as you tried to get the vibe at least a millimeter away from your throbbing clit, but Matt held your hips down and Chris positioned the vibrator so it was exactly on your clit again.

"Aw, too much?" Matt pouted, jutting his bottom lip out in obvious mock sympathy. Your eyes glazed over as a tight knot formed in your stomach, your body trembling as you tried to fight the impending orgasm – knowing it would turn you dumb from how powerful it would be.

Just when you thought you couldn’t hold back anymore, Chris pressed the button until the vibe buzzed at max. An immediate jolt ran through your body as your eyes widened, tears of pleasure threatening to fall as you shut it back closed, loud muffled noises penetrating through the gag.

Your mind blanked when you felt the knot snap, the orgasm so powerful that you wondered if you could stay conscious. Noticing the slight overstimulation, Chris turned the vibe to a low buzz. The sensation bordered on overstimulating in your oversensitized post-orgasmic state – even if it was barely there. Matt chuckled as he took the remote from Chris and turned the vibe off, your body immediately limping into the mattress as the sensations stopped.

Chris gently untied your ankles from the bounds, but kept your wrists tied over your head. His fingers working deftly to remove the bounds from your pelvic area and tossed the vibe somewhere on the bed. Seeing your inner thighs quivering, covered in your juices, and your swollen, glistening folds on display made their cocks twitch.

They were already naked, not seeing the point in having clothes on, but kept the bracelet and rings on per your request. The tips of their hefty lengths were already dripping with precum from how aroused they were, swollen and taut with unfulfilled desires. Matt suddenly stood up from the bed and walked towards his closet while Chris took off the gag.

A few seconds later, Matt was back on the bed, now beside you as he helped you into a sitting position. Your gaze fell down to his hand that held a red silk blindfold before taking it back up to his face, your eyebrows raised. "Where did you even get that?" You asked with a small hint of amusement.

Matt just grinned, "bought it a while ago, been contemplating whether to use it or not, but I think now’s the best time to use it." Chris chuckled, "dude, I can’t believe y’had all this stuff in your closet, laying ’round like that." Matt chuckled and scooted closer to you, his erection bobbing obscenely as he moved. "C’mon, sweetheart, lemme blindfold you." You eagerly closed your eyes, not denying how much you liked this.

The blindfold cut off any source of light, making you feel a shudder of excitement. It was designed for plays like this so it wasn't a surprise that you couldn't see anything. The inability to see only heightened your other senses, every graze and touch of their hands on you seemed to make your body tremble and jolt.

𓆩♡𓆪

Your mind was a haze as Matt pounded into you with hard, deep strokes, and the slight difficulty breathing from Chris’ length down your throat added to the haze. Your mind fogging with pure unadulterated pleasure as they used your holes. Matt held your bound wrists, keeping you from moving as his other hand gripped your hip with bruising strength.

The obscene sounds of squelching from your sopping pussy being filled over and over again by Matt and the slurping sounds of your mouth working Chris filled the room along with the bed creaking underneath you. The position you were having intercourse in was a new one neither you, Matt or Chris had tried before.

Your neck was supported by the edge of the bed, but your head hung down it—allowing Chris to use your mouth. Matt’s pace quickened as he felt himself growing close with each spasm of your inner walls from your previous orgasms, the aftershocks still coursing through you.

Chris moaned as he felt the knot in his stomach growing tighter with each thrust down your throat, the sight of the bulge he was creating with his cock on your throat proving to be too much. You felt them twitch in your holes, their paces quickening and you knew they were close.

With guttural moans they came, one after the other. After a few seconds of shuddering over you, they finally pulled out, leaving you filled with their releases, but you knew better than to think it was over. Your suspicions were proven right when they coaxed you into a different position, but you weren’t complaining. After all, who could resist? They seemed to have you under their spell—bewitching indeed.

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ps. The fic mentioned in the beginning is actually one of my chratt fics. I know, I know, sneaky mf, but here's the link in case you wanna check it out<3 «Simple Solution»

Also, the beginning part of the actual smut was inspired by this «p link»

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[kooqitas]

#pairing: crush!jungkook x reader.

#genre: smut MINORS DNI | #w.c: ~1100

#synopsis: where jungkook finds out you have a crush on him and well… you end up in his bed

#warnings: vaginal sex, unprotected sex, a little teasing and a… cute ending?

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the story is a bit complicated, so i'll keep it short.

min yoongi is your best friend, you practically grew up together and even though now, because of college, you don't see each other every week, you at least talk on video calls.

and it was on one of those normal video calls that everything happened.

yoongi had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and with that he ended up entering the 'fuckboy phase' where he wanted to have sex with everyone without involving feelings, you listened to him, asked him to just be honest and not hurt anyone, and he agreed, but he also asked how you were, and you ended up telling him that you had a crush on his flatmate, jeon jungkook.

jeon jungkook had moved into yoongi's house a few weeks ago, they lived together with namjoon, taehyung and jimin too, you saw him a few times and even bumped into jungkook at college, but it never went beyond that.

when you told yoongi this, you didn't understand why he was laughing so fucking much... until you saw jungkook frame himself in the camera and laugh at you.

your reaction? turn off the video call, of course. and since then, you haven't seen each other again… at least until tonight.

it was namjoon's birthday, and you were celebrating with pizza, beer, music, and lots of friends. and you were forced to deal with jungkook when you went to the kitchen to get a beer and he came after you

"so, daddy's little princess has a crush on me?"

you just rolled your eyes, trying to ignore jeon jungkook's figure beside you, fuck, he looked so hot in his baggy jeans and black shirt, you wouldn't mind if he fucked you right there on the kitchen counter.

but you wouldn't give him that dose of happiness, so you just mumbled something and left the kitchen, mean, you tried, the next second jungkook's hand was squeezing your waist, and he was so close that you could tell exactly what brand of beer he had drunk minutes ago.

"leaving so soon?" he presses you against the kitchen counter, trapping you.

"what that fuc-"

jungkook leans in closer, his face inches away from yours. "hm? what were you gonna say?"

"what that fuck are you doing, jungkook?" you scream.

"i just wanted to see what you were up to, that's all. can't a guy come check on his friend?"

"i'm not your friend! where's namjoon? i'll find him!"

"what? i was enjoying so fucking much our conversation."

"don't be pathetic" you roll your eyes again.

"watch your mouth!" jungkook's eyes narrow at your comment.

"or what?"

"or i'll teach you some manners." you laughs, and jungkook smirks, his annoyance at your laugh is clearly visible. he looks down at you for a moment before leaning closer.

jungkook grabs your waist, pinning you on the counter again, he pushes himself against you, closing the gap between you. "i'll teaching you a leson."

"j-jungkook..."

"don't call me like that, when you say my name like that... god... i'll break you..." jungkook's body now is pressed firmly against yours.

"so do you have a crush on me too?" you laughs, teasing him.

"don't. fuck. temp me. you're playing with fire."

"well... i like getting burned sometimes."

jungkook kisses you, devouring your mouth completely while his hand roams your body, rubbing his body against yours in a not-so-gentle way, almost laying you down on the table, his wet tongue taking complete control and making you softer and softer to his firm touch.

you don't even know how it happened, but namjoon and yoongi, in the corner of the room, saw you and jungkook go up the stairs towards his room, visibly horny.

jungkook barely locks the bedroom door and throws you on the bed, taking off his own shirt and devouring you again while his cold hand continues to shamelessly pass over your body. he seems a little desperate, but that makes you even more excited, of course!

when you take off your shirt and hike up your skirt to your waist, jungkook seems to stop working for a few seconds.

"what's wrong?" you ask.

"fuck, i… i'm gonna fuck you… fuck, i'm finally gonna fuck you."

"didn't you expect this to happen one day?"

"expect it? no, but i'm so fucking happy it's happening!"

jungkook places the palm of his hand on your pussy, and for a few seconds you feel embarrassed, it's almost pathetic how wet you are and you've barely done anything…

"fuck… all this for me?"

he laughs, lowering his face to fuck you, but you lift him up, grabbing his hair and asking him gently that you want to leave this for later. you touch jungkook's belt, unbuckling it and pulling his pants and underwear down, watching his fat cock jump down.

"i wan-need you inside me. now, jungkook!"

and he obeys, of course he obeys.

the thick cock opening you completely, but you've never felt so full. better yet, you've never felt so full of him.

"do you know how many times i've come imagining you like this? opening yourself up all over my cock? damn, you're so fucking hot!"

jungkook thrusts hard, clearly without any control over his own desire, and you love it, love how it seems like he's going to break you in half without even realizing it, love how it seems like he doesn't care about the creaking of the bed on the floor, love how he doesn't care if everyone down there will know that you two are having sex.

"you're mine. only mine. no one will ever touch you again. only me."

he kisses you, completely messy, one of his hands going up to your chest and playing with your nipples, your legs spreading wider and wider as if that would make him go deeper.

"i'm gonna fill you up so much, i'm gonna make you leak my cum and then i'm gonna cum in your mouth, on your tits, you're gonna sit on my face, i'm gonna make you cum in every way possible."

you grab his arm, screaming when you finally come around his dick, and that makes him come too, the hot liquid inside you making a mess that leaves you dizzy.

jungkook slows down, but still thrusting into you, sticky, wet, hot, and yet you want more, you need more…

"i-i wanna fuck you differently now." you arch your eyebrow, not quite understanding what he means. "i wanna fuck you like my girlfriend, i wanna cum inside my girlfriend and mark her all over"

“fuck, jungkook” is the only thing you can respond.

but he knows that's a yes.

and that's how he keeps fucking you all night long.

[astralis-ortus]

form of affection

✱ boyfriend!bc x fem!reader

— everything feels... new.

w.count → 0.8k genre → fluff warning → chan and reader both referred to as baby, one use of 'my girl', reader on period :(, minor cussing here and there, not proofread!ㅠ a.n → honestly i don't know what to write atm (aside from the continuation for that one seungmin fic) but i still want to write something lighthearted so... this happens. welp. :] ⋆ if you're enjoying my stories, do send me a ko-fi ⋆ see masterlist

you messed up.

"fuck," you finally muttered under your breath, hand clutching your forehead in frustration. you know you shouldn't have ignored your gut feeling earlier this morning and followed through with the precautions anyway.

again you turned against the mirror, still bearing some hope that whatever you saw earlier was just your eyes playing tricks on you, but no—the damned red spot on your white dress is still there, mocking you through reflection of your boyfriend's bathroom mirror.

"baby?"

you jumped at the sudden knock on the bathroom door, feeling like your heart has suddenly fallen to your feet. fuck—how are you supposed to tell him?

"are you okay? do you need me to come in?"

"no!" you hurriedly replied, only later cursing at yourself for not maintaining your composure. making chris worried was definitely your intention after going missing to his bathroom for quite a period of time, and your reply definitely wasn't helping your resolute.

"are you sure?" chris' voice were laced with concern, and you could even picture the frown that's definitely present on his forehead. "can you crack the door open? just so i'm sure you're really okay."

"it's just—"

"baby," again, the image of your boyfriend's stern gaze immediately popped up in your mind. "please? just one sec. i need to make sure that you're alright."

it's not that you're worried chris would say anything about it—you're well aware of the kind of person your boyfriend of 4 months is, and you completely trust him. it's just that…

you're embarrassed.

the click of lock were soon followed by a soft creak, revealing chris' concerned eyes beyond the slight opening of the door. his relief was audible even to you, gaze softening when he saw the glimpse of your flushed face.

"okay," chris' lips formed a soft smile, as if trying to soothe you, "are you sure all is good? do you need any help?"

"…today."

"hm?" blinking in confusion, chris brought his face closer to you, "sorry, baby, i couldn't—"

"i got my period today," you quickly repeated, cheeks heating up as you heard your own confession, "and i didn't bring any feminine products with me since i wasn't supposed to have it for another week. i also might've stained your couch. i'm sorry."

chris turned quiet, and you could practically see thoughts flashing through his eyes—but you're not a mind reader, and the passing seconds made your heart grew heavy. is he embarrassed to hear that? is he going to send you home? is he going to get upset? should you have not—

"if i'm not mistaken… i think there should be some pads and maybe some disposable underwear under the sink, baby," the sound of chris' voice promptly ceased the vortex of worry growing in your head, your eyes again meeting chris' clear ones, "i bought it a while back for you but i don't remember if i placed it here or in my room. could you check?"

despite the confusion, your body had instinctively moved along chris' request. to your surprise, you do find the items your boyfriend had mentioned, tucked neatly in a small box of necessities. you chest bubbled up in gratitude and filled with warmth—you never expected chris to do this for you, and yet, he managed to come over and beyond any of your expectations.

"found it?"

nodding your head, you swallowed back the tears welling up in your eyes. gosh—period hormones! "yeah, just found them. thank you, baby."

a sigh of relief could be heard from the other side of the door, and you couldn't help but smile—if it wasn't clear before, then now you're determined to find a way to repay chris somehow. frankly, at times you still don't understand the lengths chris would willingly go for you, or if you even deserve to be at the receiving end of chris' gesture of affection at all. the chris you've gotten to know is so full of love, and you don't even know if you have the capacity to love him the way he cares about you.

but in the mean time,

you've decided to try and accept chris' form of affection for you.

"okay," you could hear the smile in chris' voice as he speaks, "i'll go grab a change of clothes for you while you settle down, yeah? oh, and you do know where the towel if you want to shower, right?"

"yeah, i know," you held back a giggle as you reappeared in chris' vision between the crack of the door, clutching the box close to your chest with a beaming smile, "thank you, baby. really. i really appreciate this."

and with a smile equaling to the warmth of a spring's sun, chris chuckled a reply,

"anything for my girl."

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[megumismyhusband]

Heyo! Just saw your recent post and could u kindly do sassy blue lock men and a sassier s/o 🥺 imagine them just bantering 24/7

heloo!! i love this request oh em gee😖 also if u want more don’t be afraid to ask!!!

Isagi

You sat across from Isagi at a café, both sipping your drinks. He looked up, eyebrows raised, as you scrolled through your phone.

“You’re not even paying attention to me,” he said, mock-offended.

“Maybe because you’re not interesting,” you replied without missing a beat.

“Excuse me? I’m literally the most interesting person you know.”

“You think ‘Yoichi Isagi, professional soccer player’ is a personality?” you shot back, smirking.

He gawked at you, then leaned back in his chair with a dramatic sigh. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet here you are, sitting with me instead of practicing.”

“Okay, you win this one,” he muttered, hiding his grin behind his coffee cup.

“Like I ever lose,” you teased, sticking out your tongue.

Rin

“You know, for someone who says they hate distractions, you sure let me ruin your focus all the time,” you said, leaning casually against the wall of Rin’s training room.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Rin replied, not even looking up as he wiped sweat off his brow. “You’re more like… background noise.”

“Wow, it must be exhausting being this delusional,” you said with a mock-pitying tone.

He finally looked at you, eyes narrowed. “You’re the one who barged in here just to talk. What does that say about you?”

“That you secretly enjoy my company but are too emotionally stunted to admit it,” you replied with a grin.

Rin stared at you for a moment, then clicked his tongue. “You’re so annoying.”

“And you’re so predictable,” you shot back. “Now hurry up. I’m bored, and you owe me dinner.”

Nagi

You were trying to tidy up the living room when you tripped over something—Nagi’s ridiculously long limbs, sprawled across the floor as he napped.

“Seishiro!” you shouted, poking him with your foot.

“Hm? What?” he mumbled, barely opening his eyes.

“You’re literally in the middle of the room! Why are you like this?”

“It’s comfy,” he said, turning onto his side. “Why are you yelling so much? You’re so noisy.”

“You’re so lazy!” you retorted, picking up a pillow and tossing it at him.

He caught it effortlessly, smirking. “Lazy, but still better at everything than you.”

“Oh, really? Try being better at cleaning.”

“Pass.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, plopping down beside him.

“And yet, you’re still here,” he teased, reaching over to tug you closer.

Chigiri

Chigiri sat in front of the mirror, meticulously braiding his hair while you watched from the bed.

“You spend more time in front of that mirror than I do in a day,” you quipped, lying back with your hands behind your head.

“And it shows,” he fired back without missing a beat.

You gasped, sitting up. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Your hair’s always a mess. Just saying,” he said with a smirk, glancing at you in the mirror.

“At least I don’t cry if the wind ruins my ponytail,” you shot back, grinning.

“That happened once,” he snapped, turning to face you.

“And I’ll never let you live it down,” you said, sticking out your tongue.

“Fine. But don’t ask me to braid your hair ever again,” he huffed, turning back to the mirror.

“Please, you’ll do it anyway. You can’t resist my charm.”

“Debatable,” he muttered, though his smirk betrayed him.

Kunigami

You stood in the kitchen, staring down Kunigami as he tried to help you cook. He was currently holding a knife completely wrong.

“That’s not how you chop an onion,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Does it matter? It’s getting chopped,” he replied, slicing unevenly.

“Yes, it matters! Are you trying to lose a finger?”

He stopped, looking at you. “Relax. I’ve been through worse on the field.”

“And yet, here you are, losing to an onion,” you teased.

Kunigami groaned but handed you the knife. “Fine. Show me how it’s done, Master Chef.”

You grabbed the knife and quickly chopped the onion into perfect pieces. “See? It’s not that hard.”

He watched, arms crossed, before muttering, “Show-off.”

“Admit it. You’d starve without me.”

“Maybe,” he said with a sly grin. “But I could live off takeout just to prove you wrong.”

Bachira

“Bet you can’t score on me,” Bachira said, holding a soccer ball and grinning mischievously.

“Bet I can,” you shot back, hands on your hips.

“You? Miss ‘I trip over air’? Okay, try.”

You glared at him but took the ball, dribbling it toward the makeshift goal. He blocked every attempt, laughing like a maniac the whole time.

“You’re so bad at this!” he teased, dancing away with the ball.

“At least I don’t look like a hyperactive squirrel on the field,” you snapped, smirking.

“Sassy! I like it,” he said, tossing the ball aside and pulling you into a hug. “But you still lost.”

“Only because you cheat,” you grumbled, burying your face in his chest.

“And you still love me!” he said, spinning you around.

“Unfortunately,” you muttered, but your smile gave you away.

[cutebat]

Yandere Batfam x Neglected, but Defiant Reader

The First Page

Warning(s): Neglect, emotional abuse, physical abuse, mind break (There are no yandere themes yet, but will be in another chapter)

(This chapter is basically the first part of the prologue and some things fixed)

~~~~~

10 years old.

You were only 10 years old when the Gotham's billionaire, Bruce Wayne, entered through the doors of the orphanage that you lived under of.

You could remember the owner holding your hand as she lead you to the man who is going to be your father.

You remember when he placed his hand on your head as he introduced himself to you and promised that he'll give you a great life.

You remember when you came to the manor as he introduced you to your new family that consists of four new older brothers, one new older sister, and a butler.

You remember when everyone would talk to you and welcome you with loving embraces.

You also remember a few days foward when Bruce gave you a costume that resembled a white dress with pink details, which earned you the title of Batgirl.

And after all of that, it's like it never happened.

~~~~~

You are now being ignored by everyone.

Nobody gave you a glance, made excuses, and basically beat the shit out of you. Well, not exactly.

For example, there was one day when you came up to Bruce with a flyer in your hand.

"Um, hi, Bruce... I know you're busy right now, but... I'm going to have a school play and I got the main role. So... I hope you can stop by and watch."

You tell him in the nicest way possible.

However, Bruce was so focused on his paperwork that he didn't give you a glance. All he said was...

"Hm? Yeah, I'll go check it out if I finish all of this."

And suprise, suprise, he never showed up.

This resulted in you crying in the girl's restroom all alone in your costume.

~~~~~

There was also a time when you felt like you needed to train more, so you did it by going up to Dick who seems to be training with Damian.

"Um, guys? Can I join you two?"

You ask as you smile awkwardly as your two older brothers turned to you.

Which is why you became surprised when Dick smiles.

"Sure! But, do you mind if you wait until me and Damian are done with this sparring session? It won't take too long."

He said with a chuckle as Damian looked like he was glaring at his little sister.

You didn't want to be rude, which is why you just nodded before you went over to the corner and watched your brothers train.

As an hour passed, Dick and Damian stopped, which made you take the chance to finally train with them.

However, you seemed confused when you saw the two turning around and walking out of the batcave.

"He-Hey, Dick? I thought you and Damian were going to train with me."

You speak up in a timid tone, which the two clearly heard.

"Oh, about that. Sorry, (name), but we were already planning to go to the cafe for a break. Maybe tomorrow, okay?"

Dick said with an 'apologetic' expression before he leaves with Damian.

Because of this, you never asked him to train with you again.

~~~~~

These were all easily common, but there were some moments when it scarred you.

One time, Tim was basically forced to bring you to a mission along with his friends.

As the patrol went on, you seemed to get distracted a bit when you spotted Conner having some trouble.

Because of this, you left the scene and quickly dived in and fought alongside the teenage Kryptonian. Thanks to you, everything was handled.

Conner thanked you before someone yelled out your name. This made you jolt as you turned to see an angry Tim storming over to you.

Before you can say anything, he cuts you in.

"What on earth were you doing?! I told you to stay where you are, and you just had to ignore everything I say, don't you?!"

He yells as if someone murdered his close family member.

This made you so shocked as Conner was stunned. When Cassie and Bart came over to the spot, they were both shocked to see their friend, yelling at his little sister.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down, Tim. (name) didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who called her over to help me."

Conner defends you, but of course, Tim doesn't listen.

"Don't even try to defend her! She knows what she did! Oh, I am SO going to report this to Batman, so don't even try to cover yourself up!"

Tim said in a frustrated and angry tone towards you before he used his grappling hook and swooped down, leaving you behind with his friends.

"Hey, what the hell, asshole!"

Conner shouts out at his friend as he was shocked to him this angry.

He lets out a sigh before he looks over to see Cassie and Bart, comforting you as you are crying in their arms.

~~~~~

Yelling wasn't the only thing that you had to endure.

You even went through moments when things got a little too... physical.

It all happened when you were just trying to help someone in need.

You were walking down the hallway during the night as you just wanted a cup of water. As you were wandering down the hallway, you noticed some voices from someone's bedroom.

Jason's bedroom.

This made you curious as you got close to the door to hear Jason talking amongst himself as he sat on the edge of his bed.

He kept muttering stuff out of his mouth, which made you worried.

That is when you made a mistake by going inside.

"Jason...? Are you okay?"

You ask in a timid voice.

At that moment, Jason snaps his head towards you before everything starts to go blur. All you remember is him grabbing something like a pole type object before it was brought down towards your head.

And then, you woke up in your own bedroom, except you have a bandage wrapped around your head.

When you sat up, all you saw was Alfred, the family's loyal butler. No sign of your other family around, concerning about you.

Luckily, you recovered, and the wound went away after a month.

And, of course, Jason never apologized for what he did to you.

~~~~~

A few months was in, and no improvement has been made. You were always ignored. They made excuses of not wanting to spend time with you, and some of them actually hit you a few times.

All of that happened to your ten year old self.

But, did you give up on that spot? Nope.

You discovered on the internet what you can do to please your family to gain their attention. There were a lot of results, but the one that kept popping up the most was trying to reach your best achievements, which would result in them showing you more support from them.

And that's what you did.

You started to join in many after-school activities and studied all your might. It was tiring, and you almost passed out from exhaustion, but you kept going because you wanted at least your family to notice you.

The problem is that they never did.

They never congratulated you, celebrated on your accomplishment, and most of all, they didn't even give you a glance when you showed off.

All of that for nothing. Damn.

~~~~~

The breaking point wasn't because of all that. It was when someone else entered the family.

Duke Thomas.

A metahuman teenager whose parents died from the Joker Venom.

You thought that they might treat him the same way that they had treated you.

But, nothing.

Duke was showered with love, attention, and even praise.

The things that you never got when you came here.

Whenever you pass by whatever event that they're holding, you will always see them together. Being all happy, chatting, and laughing with one another.

They never do that when they're around you. Even on your birthdays. Actually, when was the last time they all celebrated your birthday?

At that moment, something inside you just snapped. Like, a loud crack echoes through your head that makes a loud ringing sound, kind of like a wake-up call.

Then, it all clicked.

They never cared about you.

They never even liked you.

The only reason why Bruce adopted you is because nobody wanted to.

~~~~~

The thoughts kept running through your head as you walked into an alleyway with a trash bag in hand.

Earlier today at school, you dropped out the clubs that you absolutely hated and pretty much just purposely laid back in your classes.

You feel empty.

When you finally reach the dumpster, you got on top of some stacked boxes because of your height and open the large lid.

You could only stare inside that had a lot of black colored trash bags. Your eyes were blank as you stared down inside.

That's when you muttered out.

"Why even bother...?"

With that, you tossed the trash bag that you were holding on into the dumpster.

After what it felt like hours, you finally got off of the boxes that you were standing on top of before you walked out of the alleyway.

As you walked away, something fell out of the trash bag that you threw out.

It was a white bat eared helmet.

The accessory that once matched with your costume.

That's right.

You were no longer Batgirl.

You never were, anyway.

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[everlastingserenitys]

SWEET MESS

summ. you accidentally downed some aphrodisiacs that Luke and Kieran bought, now sylus had to deal with you for the night.

pairing sylus x f!reader cw. masturbation, handjob, gentle sylus, aphrodisiacs, mutual masturbation, fingering a/n. officially reposted all my works from the ongoing series.. more coming soon. <33

cross-posted from ao3 ;3

“Sylus? Oh.”

You stop in your tracks, as you meant to walk into the kitchen to ask Sylus for some food, instead of Sylus being there, Luke and Kieran were sitting at the counter talking with each other as they drank some drinks.

“Hey, where's Sylus?” you ask, as you make your way to the fridge.

“Uh, boss? Not sure.” Luke mutters, his fingers resting on his chin as he tries to figure out when he last saw Sylus. But you just shook your head and flung open the fridge door.

“Hm…” your eyes scan the fridge, trying to find something appetizing. You were craving for something sweet, maybe just maybe––Oh!

Perfect.

You grab the box of chocolates sitting on the bottom shelf of the fridge and open up the box without reading anything. The chocolates were tiny balls and it didn't seem bad to grab more than one…

So you grab a handful and throw them in your mouth.

But, shit. These chocolates were too good.

Handful after handful, you end up almost devouring the whole box. But before you could get one more round of chocolates the sound of Luke’s voice snapped you out of daze. The box falls from your hand and falls to the ground.

“Are you crazy?!” Luke warned, flipping you over, his eyes stare down at your chocolate stuffed mouth. You raise an eyebrow and swallow the last pieces of chocolate remaining in your mouth.

“What's wrong?” you ask, slightly concerned.

Luke glanced at Kieran and stepped away, “those chocolates…They were not something you’re supposed to eat large amounts of.”

“Huh?”

“Listen, boss asked us to buy these for you… for later i guess, but you weren't supposed to eat them now! So I think you should go to your room and we will send boss to you soon, okay?”

You look at him with a confused look and either way, still listen and head to your room.

It's not like you were hungry anymore.

-

Well, fuck.

You might as well be a little more hungry than before.

Twenty minutes had already passed and you were rocking back and forth on your bed, your body was heating up and you felt a weird tingling sensation all over you. But your fingers couldn’t control themselves anymore.

A shaky sigh left your lips and you leaned against the bed.

Where the fuck was Sylus at?

A desperate whine left your lips and you slipped a finger under your shorts. Your cold fingertips brush against your twitchy clit and you rub small circles against it.

Since when did it feel this good?

Going slowly wasn’t doing it for you anymore. You slide two fingers in your soaking cunt and you rapidly stroke yourself. You bit on the hem of your shirt as your movements on your fingers quickened, desperately seeking for release.

With the curl of your fingers, a wave of pleasure sparked through your body and a groveling moan escaped your lips when you reached climax. You pull your fingers away and stare at the mess coated on your fingers.

You needed more.

Where. Was. Syl–

Two knocks were heard from your bedroom door and you hopped off your bed, rushing towards the door to open it.

You opened the door in a swift movement and almost fainted at the sight of Sylus in front of you. Sylus looked down at you, his gaze filled with a little concern and curiosity.

He eyes down your messy outfit and walks himself in your bedroom, shutting the door behind him. When the door closed shut you look up at Sylus with teary eyes and step closer towards him.

Sylus wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him.

“Luke told me what happened, why didn't you just read the box before eating the chocolate?” Sylus lectured. But you were too much in a horny daze to even answer that question, all you needed was him.

“I dont…please…do something?” you whine, rocking yourself against him. Sylus sighed and pulled you away from him. His large arms wrap around you and he effortlessly carries you to your bed, carefully placing you on it.

“If you were hungry you could have just called me?” Sylus coos, his fingers trailing down your thighs as he continued to look down at you with his glowy ruby eyes.

“I did! You w-werent in the kitchen..ngh”

“You have a phone for a reason sweetie, I would've picked it up if you called.” Sylus said, calmly, way too calmly. His fingers reach your twitchy soaking pussy and he slid one of his fingers in. You let out a whine and thrust yourself in his fingers.

“M-more..”

A chuckle left Sylus’ lips and he slipped another finger in you. You rock yourself against him and lift yourself so that you are sitting up, facing him. Your fingers grab onto his arms as you pull yourself closer to him.

Your fingers slide down his muscular arms and you press against his boner, slowly rubbing on it in an indescribable pattern. Sylus’ breath hitched and he pressed himself closer to you, quickening his movements in your cunt.

“Please, Sy.” you moan, sliding your finger under his shorts.

“Whatever makes you feel better.” he groaned, bucking his hips up and letting you slip his pants off. His leaking boxers were on display for you and you pulled his boxers down, letting his searing cock spring out.

Your warm fingers wrap around his cock, and you stroke slow, deliberate movements on it.

Both yours and Sylus’ moans grew louder in the room, and the sounds of both you touching each other was turning you on even more. You wrap another hand around his cock and quicken the pace on him.

“Sweetie, calm down. We have…ngh...all night.” he moaned. But when you weren't listening to him and went even faster on his cock, Sylus curled his fingers inside you and warned you again.

“Please.. 'm gonna cum!” you wailed, thrusting yourself in him one more time, and the last final thrust both you and Sylus came in sync.

“Feel better?”

No, you weren’t feeling better, in fact, that made you even more horny and…

“More, please.”

part 6 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[obsesssedblerd]

“Megumi!” You call your son in the living room, who’s sitting next to his father, Toji, on the couch watching the news. “Could you go grab your sister and tell her to put her studying on hold? Dinner’s almost done.” 

“Yeah, no problem,” Megumi says as he rises to his feet, putting his headphones around his neck and pulling his phone out of his hoodie pocket. “Oh, uh, Mom?” 

“Hm?” 

“Can Itadori spend the night after dinner?” He then looks over at Toji with a small scowl. “After Dad hides all of his assassin stuff?” 

“Hey, watch it,” Toji says.

You nod with a light smile. You loved having Yuuji Itadori over. He was a bright kid, and besides, he made Megumi relaxed and happy. “Of course. Go prepare the guest bed, yeah?” 

Megumi departs with a nod, then heads upstairs. From the living room, you hear Toji whistle. “Wow. Baby, looks like Spider-Man stopped that bank robbery.”

You look up from the dishes in the kitchen, then hum in delight when you catch what’s on the screen. It looked like small clips from the internet as the reporter gave details. The masked hero, wearing blue and red, swings, fights, and rescues hostages swiftly. “Incredible,” you say, then walk over to hand your husband a list of groceries. “Could you head to the store and grab these? I want to make sure that we have enough food for breakfast in the morning now that Yuuji will be staying the night.” 

Toji looks around to make sure that Megumi and Tsumiki aren’t present, then lowers his voice to a whisper. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about Yuuji.” 

“Megumi has feelings for him. Yeah, I know.” 

“No- Not that. Amazing for them, and I think they’re adorable together, but,” Toji points over at the TV. “I think he’s Spider-Man.”

You blink, then burst into laughter as you head back into the kitchen. “Toji, what? Don’t be ridiculous. He’s only fifteen and very busy. You know how often he studies with Megumi.” 

“I’m serious,” he says as he follows you. “Think about it. Do you know how often Yuuji shows up with bruises or scratches?” 

You begin arranging plates on the dining room table. “Just like our son, the kid’s a fighter. I mean, his uncle Sukuna was a huge fighter before he passed away. Plus, he spends a lot of time with Satoru Gojo, and we know how he is. Also, doesn’t he have an older brother? Brothers fight.” 

“True, but just walk with me for a second.” You sigh and look up to see Toji waving his hands animatedly as he explained. “Do you remember when we all went to the parade on New Years together, and that giant robot appeared?” 

“Yes, it was all everyone could talk about for days.” 

“Uh-huh.” He then points at you. “Do you also remember how Yuuji was gone when Spider-Man appeared at the scene?” 

You stare at him blankly. “...Toji, he went to the bathroom before everything happened,” you remind him. “I’m certain that he got lost in the crowd when everyone started running.”

Toji groans. “You don’t believe me. Baby, I’m telling you—He’s Spider-Man. I can’t prove it now, but I will eventually.” 

You sigh again and cross your arms. “Okay, so, let’s say he was. What would you do?” 

“Well, I mean…” Toji mutters, then sheepishly rubs the back of his head as he quietly chuckles. “I dunno, give him a high-five? Worry about Megumi?” 

“Trust me, Toji. The only people with secret identities here are you and I.” You reach over and grab a stack of napkins. “By the way, Megumi had a point earlier. Be more careful about where you’re leaving weapons. One of Tsumiki’s friends nearly saw one not too long ago.” 

He winces. “Sorry.” 

“You’re fine.” You push to your tip toes and gently kiss him. “No job tonight, right? I know I don’t have one.” 

“Nope. Once I get those groceries, I’m all free.” He grabs the list from you, then reaches towards you to lovingly push a loose strand of hair away from your face. “I’ll be back soon.” When he leaves through the back door, the front doorbell rings. 

You hear Megumi rush down the stairs. “I got it,” he tells you as he passes you. When the door opens, Yuuji Itadori waves at you with his usual grin. “Hi, Mrs. Fushiguro!”

“Hi, Yuuji. What happened to your face?” You ask. His lip is slightly busted, and there’s a bruise beginning to form on his jaw. Yuuji laughs sheepishly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his yellow hoodie. “Oh, uh, me and Okkotsu fought again. Gojo-sensei had to pull us apart.” 

Megumi rolls his eyes. “I swear, you’re always fighting.”

“Aw, come on, Megumi,” Yuuji teases with a smirk as he crosses his arms. “You’re just as bad. I heard about what happened a few days ago.”

Your son’s cheeks dust with pink, and he clears his throat. “Yeah, whatever. You need to get cleaned up before dinner. Come on, there’s a first-aid kit in the bathroom.” 

Megumi goes upstairs, and Yuuji follows close behind him. You’re about to tell Yuuji that the flap of his backpack is slightly unzipped, but the words get stuck in your throat when you catch the tiniest hint of the red and blue suit. You only see it for a split-second before Yuuji swings his backpack around, excitedly telling Megumi about a new action figure he wants to get for his birthday.

Your eyes widen. Holy shit. 

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a/n: lol i can't believe I wrote this. spidey yuuji au, you'll always be loved by me <3

[neeeooon]

So Chigiri, Barou, Sae, Rin, Aryu and Isagi sitting at home, when they hear the door, they realized it's their small child who just came back from playing football, when they open the door they see... That their child was completely covered in dirt from head to toes, turns out when their child was trying to catch rolling ball they tripped and fell into pit of dirt. How would they react?

Kinda like this: https://ifunny.co/picture/4AtEcLBDC?s=cl

CRYING I LOVE THIS ty for the request!!

when your child is covered in mud ;

husband/dad bllk x gn!reader. reader is referred to as “mom” in chigiri’s

chigiri hyoma

-> looks at your child, sighs, and nods solemnly. “this looks like a problem for mom.” “?!”

-> chigiri gets one look from you and his back straightens. “never mind! come on, kiddo, it’s bath time!”

-> your messy daughter wiggles in his arms, covering his shirt with mud. “can i take the soccer ball with me? it needs a bath too!” “…”

barou shouei

-> barou is in distress

-> “WH. WHO. HOW. WHERE.. let’s get you cleaned up.”

-> doesn’t want your kid tracking mud and grass throughout the house, so barou picks him up with one arm and carries him into the tub, making sure to grab his little hands when he tries to touch your clean walls and door handles

itoshi sae

-> you had a little goal set up outside for your kid to play, and you didn’t realize the sprinklers had gone off the night before

-> “y/n.” “hm?” “… the door.” you turn toward the sliding glass door and gasp when you see your daughter, covered in mud, painting smiley faces on the glass with her dirty fingers. she waves when she sees you looking, and you dutifully wave back with a tense smile

-> “it would be wrong to leave her out there, right?” sae jokes. at least you think he’s joking. “right. definitely wrong… it would be even worse to hose her down out there, huh?” “right.”

-> you hose her down together. she has a great time jumping in and out of the way of the water

itoshi rin

-> you son takes after his dad, and not just when it comes to loving soccer

-> no, your boy has to physically throw himself into every shot and pass he makes. and since it was raining all the day before…

-> your son doesn’t seem to understand how dirty and muddy he is as he runs directly to his dad, jumping onto his legs and hugging his shins tight. “daddy, i made four goals!”

-> rin doesn’t seem to mind the mud and ruffles his son’s messy hair. “i saw, buddy. you were great out there.” beaming, your son takes rin’s outstretched hand and follows him to the car to get cleaned at home

aryu jyubei

-> “oh, this is SO not glam of you, little one.”

-> not happy at all, but you’re at work, so he’s going to clean the kid and the house before you get home so you don’t stress out

-> styles your daughter’s hair in all sorts of strange shapes as he washes it, much to both of their amusement. you’re greeted by the sound of giggling when you arrive home, joining in when you find your daughter with her hair spiked up in all directions

isagi yoichi

-> oh isagi was SO happy when your child asked to join the soccer team for kids aged 4-6

-> when you sent him a text that you were on your way home, he opens the door, ecstatic to ask his little son about practice, when his smile freezes on his face

-> “oh! son! you’re..! what happened?”

-> you give your husband a sweet smile and say, “you’re on clean up duty, that’s what happened.”

[organic-bloodbath]

i love ur chishiya fics so much, can u please write something about niragi because im starving over here 😔🙏🏻

3 times a charm (or maybe the 6th?)

Niragi x Reader

Summary: Five times Niragi tried to flirt with you and that one time when he succeeded.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut -> minors get out

A/N: Thank you ♡ I've needed to get Niragi smut out of my system. Hope you're well fed now for a moment.

Part 2

♤♧

One

You arrived to the Beach with Arisu and Usagi. Half of the people at the pool party stopped and turned to look at you, making you feel a little awkward of the attention you were pulling to yourself.

A few people introduced themselves to you, until you noticed a certain man looking at you from head to toe, his stare more intense than the others there.

"Hey there, pretty face," a man with black hair smirked, walking towards you. "What's your name?"

You rolled your eyes, already able to tell what kind of man you were about to be dealing with. "What's it to you?"

"Well, i'd like to have a name to call you with, but i can keep 'pretty face' too if you're into that," he smiled.

You hesitated for a few seconds, studying his face for a moment. He was probably around your age, certainly taller than you and, you had to admit, quite a good-looking too. "Y/N."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he smirked and offered his hand to you. "Niragi. Pleasure to meet you."

You hesitantly took his hand in yours to shake it, but when he had a grip on you, he yanked you forward so fast that you almost tripped, crashing against his chest. He lifted your face upwards to make eye contact with you by his forefinger under your chin.

"Can't wait to get to know you better, Y/N," he said quietly, biting his lower lip as he quickly glanced at your lips. It happened so fast you could have easily imagined it though.

Him saying your name outloud made your heart flutter a little, and his words were about to make you slightly blush, so you were fast to brush his hand off your face and return to hang out with Arisu and Usagi.

"I don't think so," you said right before you left him alone.

You could feel Niragi's stare on you when you walked away from him without another word.

♤♧

Two

You were on your way to the pool when Niragi appeared behind a corner, almost crashing on you.

"There you are," Niragi greeted, a smile spreading on his face.

"Um, hello?" you slowly said, confused and eyebrows furrowed.

Niragi pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall. He trapped you there, hands on both sides of your head.

"Finally got you alone, princess," Niragi grinned. "Want to have some fun, hm?"

"I'll pass," you stated coldly, face completely serious. Niragi slowly dropped his hands down, moving to rest them on your hips instead.

"Come on, princess. I can make you feel so –"

You lifted your leg, your knee kicking him hard on his crotch. Niragi folded in half in pain, falling on his knees on the floor. You pushed him to lay on his back, keeping him there by laying your foot on his chest. His face looked genuinely surprised.

"Call me princess again and i won't be as gentle with you anymore," you gritted between your teeth.

Niragi only grinned. "Sorry, but your effort of intimidating me backfired a little because that was actually pretty hot."

You just huffed and left him to lay there without another word.

"You'll give in at some point, sweetheart!"

♤♧

Three

You were laying by the pool in your red bikinis when you felt a shadow landing on top of you.

"You're blocking the sun," you muttered.

You thought he had left you alone when the shadow was gone, but when you opened your eyes, you saw him laying down next to you, only a small gap between your bodies.

"Niragi, can you get it into your head already – i'm not going to sleep with you," you sighed, starting to get really annoyed.

"Hey, i didn't even mention anything about sex now, no need to get defensive," Niragi said but you saw the usual smug grin on his face. "You look good in bikinis though."

"Thanks," you spat with no actual gratitude. "What do you want?"

"I thought we should get to know each other better."

"You want to get to know me?" you asked, getting up enough to lean on your elbows. You narrowed your eyes, feeling suspicious. "Why?"

"You intrigue me," he admitted.

"I intrigue you?" you repeated, sure you heard him correctly. "Just because i'm pretty and i don't want to fuck you?"

Niragi let out a laugh. "Partly."

"There's literally dozens of girls here, why don't you go bother someone else?"

He turned to lay on his side, his body towards you. "Because you're different. We're more alike than you think."

"Yeah? How exactly are we alike?"

"First of all – you're hot, i'm hot."

"Me? Obviously. You? Debatable," you corrected him.

"Excuse me?" Niragi said, raising his eyebrows and pretending to act offended. "You don't think i'm hot?"

"I've seen better," you shrugged, trying to act all nonchalant.

"See, that's the second thing we have in common – mocking sarcasm," he pointed out.

"And a third thing?" you asked.

"We're both outcast."

"You don't even know me," you stated. "How can you know i'm outcast? I could have been the most popular and wanted girl in our school."

"Oh, i'm sure you were wanted by many, many guys," he grinned, eyeing your body again, until he narrowed his eyes, locking eyes with you. "But i can tell you were the black sheep. You don't follow and do what other people do just because the society tells you you should act certain way."

You furrowed your brows. You hated when people were able to read you. You wanted to deny every word he claimed to be true about you, but you couldn't do that.

"See, i knew i was correct," he said when he got only silence from you, clearly proud of himself.

"Shut up," you spat.

"What do i have to do for you to stop resisting my company so hard, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to bring you flowers or whatever the hell girls like to get as gifts?"

"Giving gifts shouldn't be an obligation," you said. "And i don't care about flowers."

"What do you care about then?" Niragi asked, narrowing his eyes and mentally taking notes.

"I know you only care about getting into my pants and i'm not that kind of girl."

To be honest, you'd had hookups with a few men you knew you'd never see again afterwards and you had nothing against that. Sometimes mindless sex with no commitments was what you needed, but for some reason you didn't want to give in to Niragi, no matter how good-looking you had to admit he was – you'd never say it outloud to his face though. You didn't want to make his ego any bigger.

"You're not, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to buy you a dinner first?"

"No, thank you," you refused and turned your face away from him. You closed your eyes and tried to ignore him, continuing to enjoy the sun.

"Well, what do i need to do to get your attention?"

"You could start by going away."

♤♧

Four

A guy approached you and this time, it wasn't Niragi. "Hey, there," he greeted with a smug grin on his face, eyeing you from head to toe. Way to go to be subtle. "What's your name, beautiful?"

"Too-good-for-you," you responded and crossed your arms against your chest, as if that would cover enough of you wearing only the bikini top. You felt awfully exposed under his hungry gaze.

"Sassy, i like that," he grinned. "Come on, we should get to know each other." He stepped closer, while you took automatically a step back.

"No thanks," you said, trying to put a polite smile on your face.

"What's going on here?" a familiar voice asked, appearing next to you out of thin air. You smelled his cologne when he pulled you close to his side, arm around your waist.

The man, whose name you didn't know, made eye contact with Niragi, trying to look all defensive.

"Sorry, but i think i was talking to her, so i'd suggest you to leave," the man stated, and you were a little taken aback how directly he was defending himself to Niragi.

"I don't think so, pal," Niragi said, giving him a death stare. After a moment of trying to decide if he should stand up to Niragi or not, the man walked away, knowing Niragi owned a gun.

Nobody wanted to make a man, who owned a gun, angry.

You hadn't fully realised that Niragi was actually touching you, keeping you against him, since you had been partly even grateful that he had stepped in to get the man away from you. You quickly pushed him away.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"I'm not going to let other men touch my girl," he stated like saying a fact everyone should obviously know.

"I'm not your girl," you denied and crossed your arms.

"Yeah? Still, you didn't pull away when i grabbed you like this," he pointed out and pulled you against him one more time by your waist, his touch sending you goosebumps around your body, radiating to every direction from the spot his hand was resting. "Admit it, you like that i show others i've claimed you."

"You haven't claimed me!" you shouted, a little too loudly, trying to push him away from you but he wouldn't let go right away.

"Tell yourself whatever you want, pretty face," Niragi smirked.

You didn't want to admit it to yourself but you did like it when he had his hand on your skin.

♤♧

Five

"She's the witch! Let's burn her!"

A man lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you towards the fire outside.

"Let go of me!" you screamed.

You were hitting his back with your fists, trying to get him to let you down but his grip was too tight, and he didn't mind the little pain against his back you were causing. You were trying to kick him with your feet but it was no use, he was a lot stronger and bigger compared to you. You were starting to get awfully close to the fire.

Burning alive wasn't on your list of preferred causes of death.

"Hey, asshole!" someone yelled, making the man carrying you stop on his tracks. "Put the lady down immediately."

You recognised the voice easily, you'd recognise it everywhere by now.

"But, but she might be the witch!"

"Shut the fuck up and put her down," Niragi commanded.

He let you down, probably having a gun pointed at his face. As you had been put down, that same man fell down on the ground almost instantly, a bullet pierced right through his forehead.

"Was that really necessary?" you asked and crossed your arms against your chest.

"He was just about to throw you in the fire," he stated, stepping closer to you, only a little gap between your bodies. You didn't back away from him. "A thank you would be nice."

"Well, thank you," you muttered and avoided eye contact with him, but he turned your face towards him with his hand on your cheek.

"Don't you think i deserve a kiss for saving you?" Niragi asked, lifting his left eyebrow.

"A kiss?" you asked, not sure if you heard him correctly. "You genuinely want only one kiss?"

"Yes."

"I don't think so," you chuckled.

"Come on, sweetheart, it's only a kiss, i'm not going to start ripping your clothes off," Niragi smirked. "We don't have time for that right now."

"On the cheek," you insisted.

"Better than nothing."

You rolled your eyes and leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, but just in time he turned his head so that you kissed him straight on his lips.

You gasped in horror and was about to slap him on the cheek, but he figured out you'd lift your hand to do that and grabbed your wrist.

"Calm down, princess," Niragi said, smile on his face. "You can admit that you liked it."

"I didn't," you stated, but a part of you would have wanted to do that again. Properly to see how his lips really felt like on yours.

"Tell yourself whatever you want." He winked at you and then left you alone, resting his gun against his shoulder.

For a moment you looked after him, keeping your finger on your lower lip, cheeks warming up a little bit.

♤♧

Six

You had entered the King of Clubs game with your friends, and had surprisingly gotten the man who had become obsessed with you along – Niragi, of course.

Currently, you were standing next to Niragi, just the two of you, facing a man from the opposite team. You didn't have much time left to beat the game, your team was losing and your death was near. Still, you had to take every point you'd get.

Niragi offered his hand to you. You only looked at it with a slight disgust on your face.

"Come on," Niragi rolled his eyes. "It's just for the game."

You hesitantly took his hand in yours, raising your points to 5400. You managed to touch the man, adding 500 points for your team and making the man curse under his breath.

"See how good team we are," Niragi leaned in to whisper into your ear, his hot breath on your skin sending tingles down your spine.

You tried to yank your hand off but Niragi wouldn't let go.

"Niragi, let go of me," you groaned.

"But your hand feels so nice," he complained.

"Nice?" You lifted your eyebrows. "My hand feels nice?"

"Yeah, it's softer than i imagined," Niragi plainly said.

"You've imagined what my hand would feel like?" you asked.

"Sweetheart, i've imagined what your entire body would feel like on mine," Niragi whispered, now standing in front of you, extremely close.

"I told you, i'm not going to sleep with you," you insisted.

"Mhm," he hummed. "You know that our team is clearly losing and we only have 15 minutes to live. Might as well use it better than dwelling on self pity how we're going to die soon. Don't you think?"

Niragi lifted his hand on your cheek, but you brushed it off and turned around to leave. Before you were able to get further than a few steps, Niragi grabbed your elbow, pulling you back.

"Why don't we finish what we should have started at the Beach, hm?" he murmured in your ear, standing behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist. "We're gonna die anyway soon so why waste the time just sitting around when we can make a use of it?"

Niragi had tried to get your clothes off since the day he first saw you but you had resisted him every time he was about to put his hands on you.

The only thing you were able to think about right now was that you truly were going to die soon. There was no hope for you anymore, for none of your friends. Why not replace all that pouting and depressed waiting with one round of mindless, meaningless sex - even if it was with Niragi.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you mumbled and turned around, seeing the hungry smirk on his scarred face. You were going to hate yourself for this but you didn't care to think anymore, sure you were dead meat already.

You pulled Niragi into a kiss, and he didn't hesitate a moment longer to kiss you back, forcefully sneaking his tongue inside your mouth to taste every part of you.

He pulled your top off, admiring the view of your bare upper body. He was about to unclasp your bra as well, but you slapped his hand away.

"Even though we're about to die, you don't get to see everything," you stated seriously, amusing Niragi.

"I like how hard to get you're constantly playing with me," he smirked. "Even now."

He pushed you against the red container behind you, your bare back being glued on the cold metal. Niragi pulled your shorts down and didn't hesitate a second longer, pushing two fingers into your vagina, making you let out a loud gasp.

"Yes, be as loud as you can, princess," Niragi murmured and pumped his fingers harder inside you, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spots, as if he had done this to you already many times before.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, but then he pulled his fingers off and started unbuckling his belt to get his pants off. You shot him an angry glare.

"Time's running, we don't have time to do everything and i want to cum inside your sweet little pussy before i die," he growled, making you even more aroused than before.

He stroked his cock a few times and then pushed inside you. You let out a loud moan, not able to keep it down.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted against your neck.

He grabbed your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist and didn't let you adjust more than a few seconds, starting to push in and out of you roughly.

Having him inside you, you started to regret a little for pushing him away at the Beach. You didn't want to admit it to yourself though. You didn't want him to know that he had finally won after his several attempts, but being inside you he was well aware of that.

Just now you realised how much you truly had craved sex and having someone this close to you – even if it was Niragi.

He moaned and grunted against your neck as he fastened his pace. He started sucking on different spots around your neck until he found one which made you insane and feel so good. You could feel his tongue piercing against your skin, the metal ball feeling slightly cold.

"Oh my god," you moaned, grabbing his hair roughly with your fingers.

You were starting to reach your climax, sharp nails digging on his shoulders, most definitely leaving marks. He came right after you, his body squeezing you harder against the large container when he let his body relax a little bit, but still managing to keep you up and not make you fall on the ground.

"My god, you felt so good," Niragi sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear, taking you into a hungry kiss.

Suddenly, a familiar female voice spoke again.

"The scores have changed," the voice announced. "The player team now leads with 500 points."

Both you and Niragi stopped moving, breaking the kiss, freezing to your places as you turned your heads to the large white screen showing the scores of both teams.

"What the-"

"Fuck," you breathed out.

There was only a minute left of the game by now and your team was suddenly winning. You weren't going to die? What the hell had Arisu and the others done?

Niragi looked at you, grinning.

"Well, well," he mumbled. "I guess we can have a round two some other day, since we won't die after all."

You scoffed, pushed him off you and pulled your shorts back on.

"Not going to happen," you denied and shook your head, pulling your top on as well. Right after, Niragi pulled you towards him, your back against his chest once again.

"Well, i'm sure we'll end up in another situation where we're gonna die in a few minutes and you'll need a quick last minute fuck," Niragi said and lowered his voice into a whisper, speaking right into your ear. He brought his hand up and massaged your left breast. "I'll be there waiting for you, princess."

You pushed him off again, a little too roughly. Cum was dripping down your leg. You brushed the cum on your hand and cleaned it on Niragi's shirt.

"Oh you want to attach your smell on me so i surely won't stop thinking about you, huh?"

"Think whatever you want, i don't care. I just don't see a sink or toilet paper here to clean myself up right now."

Arisu, Kuina and Usagi saw you and Niragi approaching them a few minutes later.

"Where have you two been?" Usagi asked, looking genuinely worried with her furrowed brows. "We've been looking for you."

Niragi smirked. "Wouldn't you want to know."

You smacked him on his chest and gave him a death stare. "Not. A. Word," you gritted through your teeth.

Your words managed to only amuse Niragi even more.

♤♧

[devildomwriter]

They Discover You Doodling Them in Your Notebook | Others x Reader

Solomon, Simeon, Luke, Raphael, Mephistopheles, Barbatos, Diavolo x GN! Reader

Solomon

Solomon had called you in for another lesson in potions, one he had invented himself by mistake. At first, you were really interested and participated but now you were waiting for the mixture to settle so he was organizing his things in the meantime.

As you waited you helped yourself to some of Luke’s cookies but then he, Simeon, and Raphael turned in for the night and it was just you and your D.D.D. which was nearly dead. To pass the time left you took out your sketchbook intending to study but you were much too tired for that and your pencil had a mind of its own.

You had no intentions to draw Solomon but your eyes followed him as he walked around the room, humming an unknown archaic song. He looked as innocently cheery as ever despite being anything but.

You blushed as you studied the way his hair fell across his face, the way his gray eyes darted back and forth as he collected things with careful precision.

Then without meaning to, your eyes met and you quickly looked away pretending it didn’t happen. This was the wrong move as it made him more suspicious. He walked over with a smile hoping you were studying as you’d intended.

“My, look how studious my apprentice is being!” He beamed and before you could protest he quickly levitated the notebook in front of him as you tried to hide your blush.

“Oh my. Studying me are we? Well, I certainly don’t mind but our potion is ready now. However, I could set aside some time later tonight if you’d like?”

“For me to draw you?”

“Hm…sure if that’s what you’re really interested in. But I get the feeling that’s not what you were drawing me, is it?”

Spot on as always, you snatched your notebook back and hid your red face as he laughed and teased you further.

It was going to be a long night no matter what you decided.

Simeon

You sat up against the headboard on Simeon’s bed, writing in your notebook as he sat at his screen typing away as ideas for his novel flooded his brain.

You didn’t understand how he broke free from his writer’s block so easily. Maybe it was some divine power? Most writers procrastinated for a living, while he wrote nearly every day for millennia.

You took a sip of your drink and sat it down on his nightstand. You’d come over to spend time with him doing nothing in particular. Being in each other’s presence was enough to be content and it was significantly calmer here than back at the House of Lamentation.

He strongly encouraged you to study or take a nap, whatever you felt like but trying to study was hard to begin with, but impossible when staring at his exposed back as he sat across from the bed. You had no idea what angel garments were so open but you weren’t complaining.

You decided you’d sketch him while you could, it gave you great practice at drawing backs, something you rarely considered doodling.

As you sat there in a daze you stared at his shoulder blades, the way he hunched over the keyboard and occasionally sat back to stretch and avoid poor posture. You desperately wanted to run your hand across his soft skin and Simeon must’ve felt your eyes in him because he sat up and turned around to see you sketching away.

He was by your side by the time you saw him and you let out a small “eep” that made him laugh. He thought you were truly adorable.

“May I see?” He asked and you blushed but allowed him since he’d been so polite.

He looked at the drawing and blushed, “My, these are excellent, ___.” He praised. “You’ve spent so long watching me type away, it’s your turn now. Allow me to pose for you?”

Luke

You were at Purgatory Hall, via Luke’s invitation to help him with a new recipe. Luke had it down so you mostly watched and agreed with the comments he made about the process and taste.

Now it was in the oven and you had nothing but time. Luke decided it would be a good idea to study, and not wanting to look less responsible than the child, you took out your notebook too.

You watched Luke kick his legs and stick out his tongue as he thought about what he was writing. It was so cute you had to capture it and taking out your D.D.D. would just alert him so you quickly got to sketching.

You propped your notebook up a bit so he couldn’t see it from where he was.

He sighed exasperatedly and frowned at his assignment. “Hey, ___?” He asked.

“Yeah?” You responded without looking away from your drawing.

“I don’t really get this part, can you help me?” You set your pencil down and looked at the question.

“Oh heck no,” you said bluntly.

“Huh?”

“Sorry, I have no idea what that is at all, ask Solomon.”

“I would but he’s at the Demon Lord’s Castle today.”

“Oh yeah…”

“Well, if you don’t know anything about it what have you been working on?”

“Oof, caught red-handed. I was just drawing you,” you admitted and spun your notebook around to show him.

His eyes lit up and he smiled, “WOW, ___! This is really good!” He paused for a minute and pointed at one of the drawings.

“Why do I have cat ears?”

“Actually, those are Chihuahua ears.”

“___!”

Raphael

You watched Raphael hum as he sorted through the rows of fabrics trying to find the right one for his new embroidery project.

He’d asked you to tag along and you excitedly agreed as he wasn’t much of a social butterfly and you loved getting a chance to hand around him more. You didn’t expect, however, that finding a single piece of fabric for his new pillow was going to take over an hour.

Raphael was very particular so you should’ve expected this, maybe some part of you had as you’d brought along your notebook.

The notebook wasn’t for school or anything in particular, just something to jot down notes or ideas as they came to you. Right now all that came to you was the strong urge to sketch Raphael’s serious gaze as he sifted through hundreds of sheets of fabric.

Occasionally he’d show one to you with a sweet smile and ask for your opinion, but in the end, he chose whatever felt right.

Each time you looked up from your drawing he was in much the same position but slightly farther down the aisle until you looked up to see he wasn’t there.

You set your notebook down on the chair and stood up quickly looking for him.

“Raphael?” You called.

“What is this your drawing?” You heard directly behind you and jumped.

Raphael seemed concerned as you caught the breath he’d scared out of you. You laughed it off and sighed.

“You’re really so quiet,” you huffed.

“No…I just don’t think you were paying attention.” He commented.

He picked your notebook up to see the drawings of him across the page.

It was difficult to tell how he felt as he wasn’t very expressive until a sweet smile crossed his face and his eyes seemed to sparkle just a bit.

He handed the notebook back to you, “You have talent.” He complimented and you blushed.

“Do you think I could draw you with your spear sometime?”

He tilted his head, “what for?”

“Art?”

“Hmm…” He thought about it before smiling “Sure.”

Thirteen

Thirteen had invited you to her home to help her build her latest invention. You were excited to get in on it but she was so absorbed you were mostly left to handing her tools and trying to remember what she named them. So instead of being useless, you decided to take notes as she explained some of it to you.

Eventually, you became so lost that you just gave up and started drawing it instead and when you ran out of tools to draw you started sketching Thirteen.

It was simple at first, just brief pencil strokes in a sloppy outline but then you began to focus on her. The way her hair fell into her face as she leaned in closer, the spark in her eyes and brilliant smile as she discovered something new, the red tint on her cheeks when she caught you staring at her.

“Hey? What are you doing?” She asked and stood up walking over to you.

Too embarrassed to admit you weren’t doing what she’d asked and had been sketching her instead you hid the notebook in your backpack.

“What? You’re really not gonna show me?” She said a little surprised as you were usually very open with her.

“I…got distracted.” You admitted and she shook her head.

“Really? I was hoping you’d keep instructions for me, I plan to mass-produce these. That way if that damn sorcerer brings down one, he’ll have hundreds more to watch out for!” She began laughing manically to herself and you laughed at her antics and nodded.

You reacted for your notebook again and she quickly snatched it from you, “It’s mine now!”

“Thirteen?” You poured and she laughed and flipped through your notebook. She found the pages you’s written in and nodded approvingly until she got to her sketches and her face turned a shade of pink darker than her hair.

“Wh-what are these?”

“…I got distracted.”

She blushed again and handed the notebook back to you. “Fine, I’ll allow it,” she huffed and got back to work occasionally fixing her hair now that she knew you had your eyes on her.

Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles has called you into the RAD Newspaper’s office that morning to assist him with an interview. Lucifigus, a friend of Asmodeus’s was going to be hosting a fashion week show in the greenhouse at RAD. Mephistopheles wanted your assistance taking down notes as he interviewed to make sure things flowed smoothly.

Mephistop was already taking diligent notes as was his habit so at some point you began lazily jotting down two words here and there in between doodling. Lucifugus was a beautiful demon but you couldn’t help but be drawn to Mephistopheles and his enthusiastic but serious expression as he conducted the interview.

After what felt like an hour Mephistopheles stood up and extended his hand to Lucifigus to shake so you quickly got to your feet to do the same.

“Thank you for your time,” you mimicked Mephistopheles and Lucifigus grinned and thanked you both before leaving with a flirtatious wave.

“Well, I’d say that went very well,” Mephistopheles grinned and turned to you, holding up his notebook. “Now then, let’s compare notes.”

Your face turned a little pink and he noticed, “No need to be flustered. I’ve been doing this far longer than you so you needn’t worry about matching my level of skill.”

He reached for your notebook but you closed it abruptly. He gave you a slightly exasperated look. “___… you were taking notes, right…like I asked?”

“Uh…um…at first.”

He sighed, “At first?” He decided to investigate for himself and grabbed your notebook, flipping through it until he found what you’d been doing and his cheeks flushed a color darker than his hair.

“I-I see…” he stuttered, more flustered than you. “W-well, I suppose it’s only natural to document the most interesting person in the room.” He boasted but inside he was a melting mess. ‘How cute can this human be?’

Barbatos

You had your notebook out, ready to write down recipes for Barbatos as he experimented with improving one of Diavolo’s favorite meals. You volunteered to help so you could gain some cooking experience, something you sorely lacked.

Barbatos hummed and his tail flicked back and forth as he concentrated. Every so often he looked your way to see what you were doing and was pleased to see you happily jotting down notes in your book. After a few minutes, he noticed something strange. He’d tell you to write something down and you’d flip back a few pages to jot it down.

He frowned and quickly deduced that you were doing something other than observing his cooking instructions but decided to let you do as you pleased since he worried he’d bore you with the painfully long waiting time in between cooking steps.

You watched Barbatos with a small smile as you gently sketched his features in your notepad. You were worried he’d notice and want a look at what you were doing. That would be humiliating for you since you were far from being a good realism artist—you preferred chibi sketches, something Barbatos found odd when Leviathan did it.

Your eyes briefly met his and you blushed and watched him set a timer for the sweets before turning back to you.

“May I see what you’ve written so far?” He asked with a warm smile and you nodded and quickly flipped to the correct page.

He reached out his hand to take the book but you kept a firm grip on it, tipping him off further, so he hid a chuckle and simply observed your notes instead.

“Ah, good. But you’ll need to fix this,” he hummed and took out a pen from his apron. “May I?” He asked and you nodded handing the notebook over so he could correct your notes.

He leaned over the counter as he wrote down what he needed and you froze as you saw him quickly flip to your sketch page.

He met your eyes as he did so, a mischievous smile across his face as you quickly got up to explain.

“Um—I was just—“

Barbatos looked down at the sketches of himself and his heart skipped. He covered his mouth to hide his pleasure with what he saw, but when he saw your panicked expression he was quick to praise you.

“These are incredible, ___, why don’t I make you some tea while you continue?”

Diavolo

Diavolo sat across from you at the RAD lunch table. He’d invited you to his private booth that day since it was hard to find time in his schedule to be with you.

He grinned as he watched you studiously write in your school notebooks for what he assumed was your previous Devildom Math course, a subject he knew you struggled with.

He sipped on his tea from Barbatos who took the cup back to refill it.

“Your tea is getting cold,” Diavolo reminded you and you were brought back to reality and quickly closed your sketchbook with a small blush, worried he’d bit iced what you were doing.

Diavolo hadn’t noticed, but a certain butler did and he smiled at you knowingly and excused himself to replenish your snacks.

“I’m glad to see you working so hard here, I know it hasn’t been easy adjusting,” Diavolo complimented and you almost felt a little guilty that you weren’t studying at all.

You’d been working on your art style lately, ignoring math for as long as you could, and the current subject of your artistic inspiration was the beautiful demon prince in front of you.

“It’s more like adjusting to going back to school, than anything,” you admitted and he nodded.

“I see. Another reason you should be proud of yourself, as I am,” he grinned and reached out his hand.

You gave him a quizzical look so he laughed and asked for your notes, “May I see what you are studying? I might be able to help?”

You were caught now. Your study books were shoved in your backpack on the ground.

“Umm, actually I was just sketching…” you admitted and he tilted his head, a curious gleam in his eyes.

“Oh! I’d love to see your art if you’ll let me.” He asked excitedly so you nodded and flipped to the beginning of your sketchbook where you had normal sketches of the Devildom.

It pleased Diavolo to see you drawing his realm and the creatures in it but then he flipped a little too far into the notebook and you quickly stood up to take it back but it was too late.

“Oh, what’s this?” He asked as he saw page after page of himself from all different angles.

“I uh…” you were lost for words and defeatedly covered your blush, hiding your face in your hands.

He laughed at your reaction and handed your notebook back, “I’m sorry, did you not want me to see these?”

He gave you your sketch pad back and you blushed and hid it in your bag finally taking a sip of your drink instead. It was quiet for a moment before Diavolo cleared his throat and looked at you with a faint blush in his cheeks.

“I’d love it if you could do my portrait sometime. Nothing would make me happier than to have your art in the walls of my castle where I can see it every day.”

Brothers

[stars-interlude]

HII i saw your post asking for inspo and Imma tell you about a fantasy i had. Yk how hot tubs have those jets you can turn on? Imagine spicy time in a hot tub with Scaramouche, him sitting you down nice and pretty on one of the jets until you're practically begging for him, multiple orgasms later :,)

Hot Tub

Sometimes you and your longtime boyfriend Scaramouche just wanted to get away from it all. This time he recommended a vacation house that just happened to have a pool and a hot tub.

“You know, we have the whole week off”

he brushes a stray strand of hair out your face. You smile up at him as you sit down “A little fun wouldn’t hurt” you shrug your shoulders.

Packing your stuff was always a pain in the ass especially for Scara because either you packed way too much or way too little and you end up wearing scara’s graphic t-shirts

Scara glances over at your bags “You really need to learn how to pack less..” he rolls his eyes “And you need to learn to pack more things other than black t-shirts” you throw back a snarky remark quickly. “Well black goes with everything sweetheart. No matter I’m gonna start packing the car.”

He then walked away.. You zipped up your last bags and you walked to the car yourself to find Scara sitting waiting for you. “Archons.. about time” you give him a nasty look playfully as you sit in the car “i should’ve made you wait a little longer huh”

The drive started and you had the honor of the music playing. Scara looked at you “I have a feeling that this particular get-away is gonna be.. interesting” You raised an eyebrow “Interesting? please elaborate” you smirked He just laughed his eyes still on the road and it left you wondering what could he possibly be thinking.

You decided to press further “Interesting huh? Are you gonna share or keep me guessing” Scara smirked finally giving you a glance “I don’t have a single doubt that you won’t be pleasantly surprised for what i have i store for you..” he placed his right hand on your thigh as his left hand was on the steering wheel.

No matter how much you tried he didn’t seem to crack, you settled back into your seat the music kept playing in the background as you looked out the window at the small towns and the few scenic landscapes you guys passed

The hours in the car passed by fast, and before you knew it the two of you were at the vacation house. “Darling” Scara called out to you “we’re finally here” you said as you sat up

“I don’t need all that sass” He crossed his arms. you got out the car to admire the house that the two of you would be staying in. “Babe, you know what we should do?” Scara said as he got out the car with you. you looked back at him “hm? what are you thinking?” He grabbed your waist and put his head on your shoulder “we should take a dip in the hot tub.. relax from that long ass drive” You considered his request and silently agreed

After unpacking your bags the two of you were in the warm Hot tub as the sun started to set “I must say Scara.. this is quite nice” Your boyfriend soon shifted closer to you “hey darling, do you wanna try something?” He said with a smirk, you scoffed and raised your eyebrows “and what would that something be?” you folded your arms as you said it

Scara got close to your ear like he was trying to make sure no one heard even though it was just the two of you “why don’t you sit on one of those jets huh? sit all pretty just for me” You got warmer from the idea “Uhm maybe..” you thought what could possibly go wrong? You looked back up at your boyfriend “okay..” You stood up and slowly took off your bikini bottoms and you sat back down in the same spot you were in before. Scara chuckled he then turned around and turned on the jets the hot tub got bubbly quick

He took your waist in his hand and pushed you up against one of the jets, at first it felt weird but soon the discomfort turned into pleasure. Moans started to spill from your lips even with your eyes closed You could still feel scara’s eyes watching you intensely. Your moans started to get more intense, when you opened your eyes you saw him staring at you with a grin.. “Scara.. i’m gonna cum, it feels weird” he laughed “what do you want me to do?” his eyes narrowed as he smirked at you “okay, after you cum once or twice maybe i’ll consider taking you on my cock how bout that?” you didn’t have any other choice but to nod

It felt like it had been ages, you’d came for the nth time. as you came and your eyes rolled back scara held your chin and kissed your lips gently you’d like to think of it as an apology to what he’s put you through “[name] are you ready for the real thing?” you sluggishly opened your eyes to look at him “mhmmm i think so..” he slowly pulled you away from the running jet, you felt a wave of relief wash over you after the pressure from the water was gone

But soon after he pulled you away, he pulled down his swim shorts and his cock was stiff you watched as he pumped it a few times. You were nervous at the thought of taking him after being so sensitive from the jets, you were soon pulled out of your thoughts when Scara pulled you into his lap aligning his cock with your hole. He then quickly thrusted into you, you let out a yelp of pain mixed with pleasure.

Your head fell onto his shoulder and moans began to fall from your lips “fuck baby your pussy is taking my cock so good..” Scara was groaning in your ear. He took a hold of your hips as he bounced you up and down your moans getting louder with each one “Scara! it’s to much i can’t” he let out a laugh mixed with a moan “you’re so cute baby, but i can feel you twitching around my cock” your eyes rolled back and you gripped your boyfriend’s shoulders tight enough to bruise after he said that it sparked some in you

you let out one more loud moan before you came, Scara still showed no mercy and kept going after you came for the nth time “shit.. i’m gonna cum” He mumbled his thrusts got harsher and he let out a loud grunt as he came inside you and you both laughed as you saw his cum sink to the bottom of the hot tub

a/n: see you in another 5 months, the end was so rushed so don’t be surprised when you don’t like it ! have a good day/night people