#so scared to reveal this as one of my hotter takes but i have to speak my truth

[prophecystation]

listen i'm sorry but the fact that there's no bad blood ft. kendrick rerecording when the remix version is like top 30 in her discography and the standard version is possibly her worst song is insane to me

[filynxs]

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ Let the World Burn.

⚝ You doubted Sukuna‘s feelings. Thus he showed you just how much he cherished your being. His way.

⚝ Sukuna x fem!reader

⚝ gore; mention of death

» [LET THE WORLD BURN - Chris Grey] «

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"What are you saying?" he snarled, flaring his nostril while his eyes watched you closely.

His intense, dark gaze caused you to feel uneasy, and goosebumps covered your skin. When he stared at you like that, you knew that what you had told him was something that caused him to feel disrespected. Especially because these words left your lips, lacing a bitter aftertaste.

"I apologize," you muttered, drifting your eyes away from his searingly red ones. "I shouldn‘t have said that."

His rough hand grabbed your chin, pulling it closer to his face to force your gaze to meet his. Your soft skin got penetrated by his sharp black nails as he did so.

"Don‘t try to flee from the consequences of what you‘ve said," he murmured with a low voice that dropped an octave. His ragged breath grazed your cheeks, and his invading gaze dug into your soul.

Stillness lied in the air as you two continuously stared into each other‘s eyes. You didn‘t care about anything anymore, as his gaze gifted you a sense of comfort. Your surroundings faded away, and the pain his sharp nails caused you to feel vanished within a matter of seconds.

His lips parted, revealing his straight teeth that were adorned by fangs. "Me? Not loving you?" he whispered, and his raspy voice became a mere purr in the air.

"Just so you know," he paused, sliding his hand down to your neck to squeeze it, "this is for you."

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared. His scent vanished from your nostrils, his figure was not in your sight, and his weighty presence had left the spot.

You peeked around the place, searching for him in dismay. The last thing you wanted him to do is leave.

To your luck, he had something else in mind.

When you gazed up at the sky, you caught glimpse of him lingering in the air. A bright essence formed in his hands, becoming larger and growing hotter above you. You realized it were flames that emerged into an arrow.

In a matter of mere seconds, he allowed the arrow to flee from his hands, hitting a huge skyscraper and destroying it with its heat.

It didn‘t take long until the flames spread over several more buildings, but the only thing you could listen to were the screams of citizens and his laugh.

When your eyes peered over the place again, he was no longer to be found. Yet, you could hear his raspy laugh ringing deep inside your ears.

"Sukuna!" You called out his name with all of your strength while feeling the hot flames all around you.

Though, they didn‘t dare to touch you.

They were surrounding you, burning everything down that was once alive. You couldn‘t make up a single thing of life when you looked around. Death was all around you.

Your body was shaking. Was it fear? But why? You were still alive.

Was it the fear of being left alone by the one who caused it all? Was it the fear you recently had? That one day, he would stop loving you and end your life too?

"You‘re scared to believe I‘m the one," his voice growled behind you, and you spun around to face him. Only a few inches were parting you two. "You think it‘s dangerous to be with me," he wavered, lifting his veiny hand to let it hover above your soft cheek, "because I want it all."

The flames around you displayed in his dark red irises that glowed in the radiant light.

"But I‘d let the world burn for you," he purred, his hand stroking your cheek until slowly moving down. His thumb caressed your lower lip. "My love for you is ruthless."

The dark sky dyed orange as the ashes and screams of people filled the air. But the sole thing you were fixated on where his alluring eyes that caught you. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"I know you think you can run," he said, leaning close to your ear, "but if I can‘t have you, no one can."

He studied you, his brows faintly furrowing as a grin spread over his lips. The fear and shock in your eyes pleased him in every way they could. It made his heart race to see you like this, all vulnerable and dedicated to him.

What once made you doubt his feelings for you was replaced with certainty. Certainty about the way his heart moved because of you.

"I burn for you, sweetheart."

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Alr hear me out, the service top lucifer with a very insecure reading. (Fem or GN) like he has to coax the reader to like open up (God damn I'm blushing thinking abt it-). Maybe even having to like talk them into even taking thier clothes off. Just a little idea stuck in my head.

Thank you very muchly.

Ooooooohh you’re giving me IDEAS (tbh I’d be the same boat)

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✨Opening Up✨

Lucifer x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, nipple play, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, service top!Lucifer

It has become evident that I am unable to write anything concise 😅

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I MEANT TO POST THIS DAYS AGO 😭😭

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You sat upright on Lucifer’s king sized bed, the King of Hell straddling your lap. You don't know how you even ended up in this position, not on this bed necessarily, but how you ended up as Lucifer's beloved. You believed in your heart that you did not deserve him, but time and time again Lucifer has showered you with praise and adoration like no one ever had before. He was perfect. And you were...you. It didn't make sense.

Regardless, that didn't stop him from holding your face tenderly in his hands while he kissed you with a fiery passion. You were self conscious about being so vocal around him during intimacy, but he made it his mission to elicit as many moans and whines from you as possible. Slowly, he reached down to the hem of your sleep shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric. Your eyes popped open, your mind racing. You pulled away from his lips and went to grab his wrist that held your clothing.

"I-I'm sorry, love," he apologized, releasing your shirt immediately. You sighed and let go of the grip you had on his hand. "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have asked. Please forgive me."

"No, no," you breathed, "it's alright. I'm not upset, I just panicked. I'm sorry."

Lucifer pressed his lips to your forehead and planted a small kiss. "Please don't ever think you need to apologize to me for how you feel, sweetheart."

"O-Ok," you stuttered.

"Do you want to stop?," Lucifer asked. You could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Hard as it was to believe, he cared about you more than anything.

You shook your head. "No."

"You're sure?," Lucifer questioned further, "because if you're uncomfortable, we can-"

You cut him of mid-sentence with a quick peck to his lips. He smiled bashfully, a cute blush spreading across his face. "Believe me, Luci, I want this. I mean I really want this, but..." you found it difficult to articulate what you wanted to say.

"Well, if that's the case darling, what if I go first then?," Lucifer proposed. You cocked your head, unsure of what he was talking about. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top and working his way down. Oh...OH.

Your face instantly feels hotter and your breathing becomes staggered. You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Your mouth had never felt drier. He finally reached the last button of his shirt and you finally see some of his chest. You could almost feel your brain short circuiting.

"Do you wanna do the honors, my dear?," he asked playfully. You gulped as your hands reached towards his shoulders. Gingerly, you slid his sleeves down each arm, slowly revealing more and more skin to you. Once his shirt was completely removed, you couldn’t help but stare. His chest was so smooth and toned, almost like it had been sculpted. “Like what you see?” Lucifer questioned coyly, noticing your unwavering expression of awe.

"W-Well that's hardly fair," you whispered, finally finding your voice, "you're an actual angel. Of course you're going to be gorgeous, I-" you slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized what you had said. "Please pretend you didn't hear that!," you begged through your hand.

Lucifer's face was flushed pink, he could help but smile. He chuckled as he went to remove your hand from your face. "Is that what you really think about me, sweetheart? I'm truly flattered to hear that coming from someone as exquisite as you."

"You...You really think..." you started to say but couldn't finish. Tears began to well up in your eyes, you tried to rub them away before Lucifer could see but it was too late. Lucifer cupped your face and ran his thumbs under your eyes to clear away the tears that had fallen. Your breath hitched, you tried to take in deep heavy breaths so you wouldn't start sobbing.

“Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh,” he spoke with a soothing tone. He removed himself from your lap and sat down next to you, embracing you in his arms. “It’s okay, angel, it’s ok. I upset you and I’m sorry, I never want to be the reason you cry.” He rested his head on top of yours while you clung to his chest. The scent of him hit your nostrils, it was like breathing in a warm spring day. Purely intoxicating. It calmed you down, you started to breathe normally again. You felt safe in his arms, you could have stayed there for the rest of your life.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, your tears finally drying. “Thank you, Lucifer,” you murmured. He gave you a tight squeeze before you lifted yourself back up, sitting at his hip and leaving your head on his shoulder. “You weren’t the reason I was sad, you know? You never have been.”

Lucifer turned his head to you, “Really? Then why-?”

“Because I’m afraid,” you quickly responded. “I’m afraid that I’m not good enough for you. That I never will be. You’re the all mighty Lucifer, King of Hell. You have so much strength and power and respect. And I’m…I’m just me.” You sighed and pulled your legs up to your chest to rest your head on your knees. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Darling?,” Lucifer spoke at last. He brought himself in front of you on all fours and placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him in his scarlet eyes. “ “Just you” is perfect. You don’t need to be anything but yourself! I understand what you’re feeling, and it’s okay to express that. But please know that I love you just the way you are. You are my true strength.”

You chuckled softly, leaning into his hand that was now pressed against your cheek. You took his words to heart; he loved you. He loved you so much. You had to show him that you felt the same way. You drew in a few quick and deep breaths before reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt.

“Wait, wait, what are you-” Lucifer tried to say, but you were too fast. Your shirt disappeared from your body and was tossed across the room. Silence filled the space, the only thing you could hear was your heart threatening to burst through your chest.

It was at that moment you noticed you couldn’t see Lucifer’s face. His hands had flown up to block his view of you.

“Lucifer?” you called to him.

“Y-You didn’t have to do that, love,” he stuttered. “I never wanted you to feel that you had to-”

“Please look at me, Luci,” you pleaded. “I love you. And I trust you. Let me show you. Please.”

You saw Lucifer’s hands slowly fall away from his hands, his eyes still screwed shut. “Are you sure?” he asked softly.

You leaned in to plant a kiss on his soft lip. Lucifer’s eyes shot open in surprise, you pulled away before he had a chance to react. Blood rushed to your cheeks when you saw him staring at you. Your first instinct was to cover yourself and shy away, but you pushed those feelings deep down. You were going to be vulnerable, you needed to be brave. Not just for him, but for yourself. You gripped the bed sheets so hard that you felt your nails digging into your skin through the silk.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lucifer had snapped out of his trance. He started to crawl towards you on his hands and knees, only stopping when his lips were inches away from your own. You felt his hot breath on you, you were finding it more and more difficult to keep your composure.

“You…are breathtaking,” he cooed, crashing his lips into yours hungrily. His tongue begged for entrance to your mouth, and you happily allowed it. You felt yourself slowly drifting down onto your back as you and Lucifer desperately devoured each other. He pulled away from your lips, trying to catch his breath, but you noticed he wasn’t looking into your eyes. His attention had drifted a little further down. He swallowed hard.

“May I?,” Lucifer asked breathlessly. Your face felt extremely hot and you couldn’t find the power to speak, so instead you nodded your head vigorously. He gave you a cheeky grin before lowering his mouth down onto one of your nipples. The noise you made sounded more high pitched than you meant it, but God, did it feel amazing! His tongue worked one nipple as his hand played with the other. You loved the sensation of him sucking and licking at your sensitive skin, the tiny bites from his teeth driving you insane. He rolled your other nipple between his two fingers, the pinches he gave sent your brain into overdrive. You never knew how sensitive you were, but Lucifer was more than happy to service you.

All of a sudden you noticed a different sensation, you felt something press against your inner thigh, dangerously close to your clothed pussy. It took your brain a few seconds to realize what was happening.

“Uhh, Lucifer, a-are you…”, you mumbled. Lucifer looked up from your chest with a puzzled face. “I can feel umm, I-I can feel your uhh…”, you didn’t know why you couldn’t say it. Maybe you were too embarrassed, which seemed silly considering what position you found yourself in. You pointed down towards your pants where Lucifer was wedged.

“Oh…OH,” Lucifer exclaimed pushing himself from you and onto his knees. “Oh my gosh, I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you could uhh, feel that…please forgive me!”

Seeing him so flustered somehow calmed some of the nerves you had before. It was cute, really. Demon overlord Lucifer getting embarrassed about unintentionally pushing his hard on against your thigh. You let out a small giggle.

"It's alright, Luci," you chuckled. "I'm flattered, really!"

Lucifer smiled, placing his hand behind him to rub the back of his neck. "I'm still sorry about that, love. I'm a little embarrassed."

“Well,” you breathed, “I guess it’s only fair that I embarrass myself too then, right?” Without warning, you grabbed the waistband of your pants and ripped them off along with your panties in one fell swoop. You laid naked in front of Lucifer, whose whole face had turned a shade of red you’ve never seen before.

“Ffffuck,” was all Lucifer could muster. You watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall, attempting to regain his thoughts. Looking at you, it was plain to see how soaked you were.

“Like what you see?,” you teased. Lucifer nodded his head eagerly, still at a loss for words. You lifted your hand and curled your finger, beckoning him to you. Obediently, Lucifer crawled on the bed towards you with no reservations. “You’re not the only one that’s worked up here. Now we’re even.”

“My love, please…” Lucifer whined, “please let me taste you.”

"Don't you...wanna get more comfortable first?," you asked him, knowing the problem in his pants had probably only gotten worse for him.

"Not until I've had my fill of you, sweetheart," he smiled before forcing his head between your legs. The moan you let out was guttural, almost feral, he lapped your folds like a starving man. He took long, drawn out licks up your slit before focusing on your clit. His lips kissed and sucked on your sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure throughout you entire body. You couldn't pull away if you tried, he had wrapped his arms under your legs so you couldn't escape his assault on your cunt.

"Sh-shit, oh-oh my God Lucifer, FUCK," you moaned. You could feel a smile form on his face as this seemed to have made him pick up the pace. You screamed from his tongue darting in and out of you, feeling so close to snapping. Your thighs started to fold in on his head and you grabbed a fistful of his hair trying to regain some assemblance of control. “Fuckfuckfuck, mmmm…gonna c-cum, aaggghh, gonnacumgonnacum!” Lucifer’s tongue relentlessly circling your clit finally caused your body to spasm, your orgasm causing you to scream out in pleasure. Lucifer didn’t stop though, he let you ride out your orgasm and hungrily devoured your release. Once you finally came down from your high, Lucifer lifted his face from between your legs and flashed you a toothy grin, seemingly quite proud of his work.

“You alright, darling?,” he asked innocently, almost pretending like he wasn’t the cause of what you had just experienced.

“Y-yeah, I’m…I’m fine,” you breathed. “Just…Jesus, that was intense! Give me a little warning before you go all in on me like that again!”

Lucifer laughed. “I’m sorry, love, I couldn’t help myself.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Oh, I’m sure you couldn’t. Now, let’s get these off you, hmm?,” you said tugging at his pants.

Lucifer stood up from the bed quickly. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. From the outlines of his briefs, you were surprised that they could contain him at all. Before he could pull at the hem, you jumped off the bed to stop him.

“Allow me,” you offered, getting on your knees in front of him. You reached up and grabbed onto his briefs, snaking them down his legs. His cock sprang free of its cage and hung in front of your face, its tip already leaking. Without thinking, your wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Lucifer let out a moan that you’ve never heard before, filled with absolute lust and need. You took one of your hands and grabbed the base of his shaft, slowly stroking up and down while your mouth continued to work on his head. You ran small licks against the slit, tasting and lapping all of the precum that was forming. You loved the taste of him.

“Love…f-fuck,” Lucifer panted, trying to fight through his moans, “if you don’t s-stop now, I-I’m gonna cum. I wanna…wanna feel you. P-Please…”

Reluctantly, you pulled your mouth away from his cock with a *pop*, pouting slightly. Lucifer leaned down to grab your torso and tossed you onto the bed like you were made of paper mache. That angelic strength of his always caught you off guard. Lucifer crept between your legs, planting a tender kiss on your lips.

“I promise,” he whispered against your lips, “next time you can finish what you started, but right now I need you. Need to feel you.” Lucifer brought his fingers to your needy cunt, feeling the slickness of your folds. Your breath caught in your throat at the sensation. He took his other hand and lined up the tip of his cock to your entrance. “Are you ready, my angel?,” he asked softly.

You grinned and nodded your head. With that, Lucifer closed the space between you once more with a fiery kiss as his cock entered you inch by inch. Your cries mixed with his as he finally entered you completely.

“You feel…amazing, darling, fuck…” Lucifer choked out. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you murmured, “I-I’m okay. You can move.”

“Anything for you,” he smiled. Lucifer slowly began to rock his hips into you, his cock filling you up completely with each thrust. You could feel every inch of him ruining your pussy, hitting just the right spot every time. It didn’t take long for his pace to become erratic and uneven. He buried his cock deep inside you, both of your moans filling the room.

“Lu-Lucifer, o-oh shit, Lucifer, I-I’m so close,” you pleaded. “Please don’t stop, p-please don’t.”

“Cum for me, darling. Wanna feel you cum.” Lucifer groaned. He bit down on your should as he continued to pound into you, biting and sucking your tender skin. You were shaking, he was going too fast, you were coming undone.

“Cuminme…FUCKCUMINME,” you screamed and wrapped your legs around him as your orgasm flooded over you. You felt your walls pulsating around his cock, it was too much for Lucifer to handle. You heard him cry out and felt him twitch inside you, filling you up with his hot cum.

Coming down from your highs, you both laid there for a moment trying to catch your breath. You played with Lucifer’s hair as he laid across your chest, completely worn out. A minute or two passed before Lucifer sat up and pulled himself out of you. He laid down next to you, staring at your flushed face.

“Are you alright?,” he asked. “Did I hurt you at all?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” you smiled. “That felt…really good. Thank you, for everything.”

Lucifer hummed and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “No, thank you, love.”

You chuckled returning the kiss. “Would…you mind if I held you, Luci?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened, but he smiled wide. “Of course not, I’d love nothing more.”

Lucifer rolled on his side, giving you the chance to push your body against his back and wrap your arms around him. You both didn’t move until the morning.

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Hope you enjoyed my second attempt at NSFW content lmaooooo

AND YEAH I MADE HIM THE LITTLE SPOON, IT’S WHAT HE WOULD WANT

[hxney-lemcn]

Old Gods — deity! Vil Schoenheit x gn! reader

summery: a mortal has stumbled upon an abandoned shrine, only to find that the God of beauty and love still resides.

tw: power dynamic? I mean he's literally a God so no matter what I think there's gonna be an unbalanced power dynamic. Otherwise this is just fluff lol. religious themes as well but that was a given.

a/n: inspired from @ceruleancattail and their deity au! I had to do one on Vil because I love him sm <3

wc: 1.1k

Master List

Vil could do nothing but watch as less and less people trickled into his shrine. When the last few had switched to the newer deity he could feel his anger simmer, growing hotter and hotter with each praise of the beloved Neige. That anger festered over the years as the new deity soaked up the attention. Vil’s shrine had started to crumble, vines taking over the now ancient temple. He had no idea what people saw in Neige. The good for nothing tried too hard, unable to please all his followers yet still they flock to him. Vil had half the mind to get rid of the mockery, but before he could put his plan into play a strange mortal had lost their way.

At least, Vil thought you may have been lost. The path to his shrine had become overrun by vegetation, and besides, who would even remember his shrine’s existence? Everyone was too busy trying to please Neige to pay the older God a second thought. Yet you had looked upon his broken down temple in awe, hands gliding over the ivory pillars that held chips, fingers gently holding a few ivy leaves to inspect. At first, Vil tried not to think too deeply about how he felt his shoulders relax in your presence, or how he watched you with just as much curiosity as you held for his sacred land. He tried not to question why his heart leapt when your eyes landed on his now decrepit statue, how your eyes wandered over the marble that had hoya carnosa’s trailing up his visage. At the very least they were in bloom, the pale pink flowers accentuating his beauty. 

“Beautiful,” You whispered out as you kneeled before his shrine. Shrugging off your bag, Vil watched as you dug through it, eyebrows scrunched as you searched for what you wanted. It was that moment that Vil realized how much he missed this. How much he took for granted his previous followers, growing more snarky and ignoring their wishes. Perhaps his downfall was his own doing…but he could never forgive that cheesy buffoon for taking advantage of his mistakes. Yet you, a mere mortal, nearly had a God on his knees, something he would never admit out loud. 

A bright smile overtook your face as you fished out some flowers along with some incense. After you lit the incense, you clasped your hands and bowed your head. Your wishes had rung through his head, and when you finished, you surprisingly didn’t leave right away. No, instead you spoke.

“I’m not sure if you’re real,” You stated, the sun painting your face perfectly. “But I had read a lot about you and wanted to see your shrine for myself. It's a shame this temple is left alone, it's absolutely breathtaking. If you are real, thank you for listening to my troubles, I’m sorry to bother you. I don’t have anywhere else, and Lord Neige has no time for a commoner like me.”

As you stood up, Vil felt his heart plummet. He didn’t want you to leave just yet, please stay. Yet he kept himself hidden, not wanting to scare you off. As you left, you felt just a bit better, at least you got your problems off your chest, and you had found your own sanctuary to hide out in. 

Vil thought that would be the last he saw off you, but he appreciated the incense and flowers nonetheless. Yet the incense burnt out after a few hours, and the flowers started to wilt after a few days. Still, you had managed to surprise the deity as you came back, a new batch of flowers in your hands. So in turn, he had decided to bless you, his silly little mortal. As you rested the flowers before his statue and kneeled, he decided to reveal himself. When you opened your eyes, you were startled when you saw the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He seemed familiar at first, and when your gaze rose to the statue that's when it clicked. It was none other than Vil, God of beauty, love. 

He couldn’t help but smirk at your awe, relishing in your newfound devotion. “Hello dear,” Vil greeted, lilac eyes watching your every expression with pride. “What do you wish to share with me today?”

Opening and closing your mouth, you had no idea what to say. A God stood before you, what was the proper protocol? You shouldn’t be staring at him should you? What if you said something that would cause him to smite you and your entire lineage? Your cheeks felt warm when he smiled down at you, and you held your breath as he drew closer, sitting on the altar that you currently kneeled before.

“No need to be scared,” He hummed, his voice soothing you in ways you didn’t know could be soothed. “You are the first mortal to step foot in my temple, let alone leave offerings at my altar in a century. The least I could do is lend an ear, no?”

“You’re so pretty,” You mumbled without realizing it. You seemed to snap out of it when Vil let out a small chuckle, greatly amused at your praise. Yet it also affected him more than he’d like to think about.

“Of course,” Vil smiled, something he hasn’t done in so long that it felt strange. “I wouldn’t be the God of beauty if I didn’t look the part.”

“R-right,” You stumbled, looking anywhere but him. Oh what a sight for sore eyes. “I-I can’t believe you’re real…” Vil only watched on as your brain struggled to believe the current scenario, and he took the time to admire you. In your prayers, wishes of looking beautiful and wishes to be loved had rung clear, yet Vil failed to understand why. You were nowhere near as beautiful as him, and you could use some touch ups, but for a mortal you were quite stunning.

After that day you had started to visit regularly. Now that you knew a lonely God was awaiting you, how could you keep him waiting? Every time he’d give you a lotion, serum, accessories, clothing…it seemed the more you visited the more extravagant the gifts became. When you wore something he gifted you he’d shower you with praise, if you kept up with your skin care routine he’d gently run his fingers over your skin, sharp eyes shining with affection. You turned from becoming his pet project to becoming something more, and you had never felt more loved than when your God treated you as something more than just a mere mortal, but someone who was not only worthy of his attention, but longed for yours.

[starringthesturniolos]

bite me(part 8)- Matt Sturniolo

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

summary- matt has always hated your guts, but everything changes when he wakes up and finds out your his mate.

contains- vampire!matt x reader, enemies to lovers, SMUT, themes of death, dark themes, high school au! (18 yrs old)

A/n: I'm going to write this in second person because I feel like it's easier for smut idk. im a new writer lol

"I dont know matt, I feel pretty hot!" you say as he pulls into his driveway. paranoia swept through you as you thought of going into heat and every little change in temperature had you worried. after all, the first symptom of being in heat is feeling hot all over, according to Matthew who is doing nothing to calm your nerves. instead he rolls his eyes at you much to your annoyance.

"its because I turned the car off y/n." he stares into your eyes before continuing. "look I don't want to scare you more than you CLEARLY already are but-

"Okay then maybe don't say it." you give him a fake smile gesturing to your head. ignorance is bliss, and you almost wish he didn't tell you anything about heat at all. he could have just let it happen but noooo. now its all you can think about.

"you don't have to be nervous. I said I'd take care of you didn't I?" matt says indignantly as you and him walk out the door. he slams his car door and puts his hand on your forehead. "you feel fine, so do me a favor and shut up." your about to roll your eyes but his next words stop you. "when the time comes, I will fuck the shit out of you and you'll go back to normal. got that?" he says it so casually like you and him were just going to take a stroll around the neighborhood. even so your thighs clench together and your body heats up. if this is already how I respond to him, how the fuck is it going to feel intensified ten fold. you think to yourself. as you and matt walk through the front door, your thoughts go to the gutter. you think about the way he's going to fuck your aching cunt so hard and fast. how he's going to fill you up so nice.

suddenly its not just hot any more, its burning. there's a pressure in your core so strong it feels like your going to pass out.

matt turns to you slowly and watches as you grip the wall, your body giving out. he walks over to you briskly and picks you up and into his arms. pathetically, you moan at the very non-sexual contact, but were so hot you couldn't even think to be embarrassed. you look up to see matt, and his eyes show his concern but also his lust. "matt" you whimper and his eyes start to shift from blue to a color so dark it almost looks black. you squirm to relieve some of the ache between your legs at the site. normally, it would scare you but nothing could scare you away from him right now. not when he has everything you need.

"I know, baby." he coos, moving the hair off of your already sweaty forehead. " I can smell you" he says as he carries you off into his room. he sets you on the bed and you whine at the loss of contact, your body heat flaring even hotter from the lack of contact. no wonder they call this thing a "heat".

"matt! please touch me, I need you!" you almost cry. he immediately reaches for your thigh running his hands up and down on it soothingly. your body relaxes slightly, but your cunt practically leaks at the simple touch. you can feel a puddle start to form underneath your butt, your underwear completely soaked. "shit" he breathes out shakily. "making a mess on my bed already" he says in a husky deeper tone. a tone similar to the one from when he found you and kit two days before. a tone that revealed the monster in him was about to take the reigns. his veins turn black as ink like they did before and he sniffs the air heavily. "fuck!" he groans at the smell of your arousal. suddenly your on his lap facing down with your ass up in seconds. "gonna stretch you out first." he says gruffly as if he was holding himself back from fucking you into his mattress right now. he runs his hand up and down your slit collecting your juices before putting it in his mouth. your hips jerk like crazy in response trying to recreate the pleasure from matts simple touch. without his touch, your pussy felt like it was literally on fire. "matt do something, please! fuck me already!" you whine desperately tears already streaming down your face. he slaps your ass hard and you moan out from the pain and pleasure. he grabs your throat and slaps your ass again eliciting another moan from you before leaning down. "shut up, brat. I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want to you, whenever I want to do it. do you understand?" he says lowly into your ear and your legs shake from the display of dominance. his words ring through your head and just like that your cumming, hard. you hadn't even been touched but you were screaming Matt's name and writhing as if he had just given you the best time of your life. matt freezes in shock from what just happened, but when he processes it he laughs. "coming undone from just words, sweetheart? didn't know you had it in you" he smirks and you start to feel his hard and throbbing dick through his jeans. you couldn't even begin to speak as you continue to ride your high as you writhe against him uncontrollably. your stomach strokes his cock everytime you move and he lets out a deep groan.

finally you come down from your high, but even though you just had an orgasm it did nothing to suffice the pressure in your core, in fact, it intensified even more. "it hurts, it hurts, it hurts" you cry as you go limp on his lap. "I know, baby, I know" matt rubs your back before flipping you over onto your back. he pulls his dick out of his pants quickly and lines himself up. you ogle at his dick and moan at the sheer size of it. matt grabs your chin and makes you look away from down there to his eyes.

"I was going to stretch you out, but fuck I don't think I can wait anymore. and something tells me you don't want to either." he says before pushing into you completely never losing eye contact with you. his eyes go from the dark blue to bright red and his fangs protrude when he feels you around him. your cunt tightens at the sight and he hisses out in pleasure. "gripping me like a vice, you like having a monster take you?" he grips your throat demanding an answer but your too far gone to even think of an answer. all you can think about is that you want him to move. his cock was nestles inside you but it wasn't enough. you try to move your hips in hopes of a little friction but his other hand grabs at your hips stopping all your movements completely. "do you?" he repeats his tone darker than you ever heard it before.

"yes!" your pitch raises "now please." you whine, heat all consuming. “good fucking girl” he breathes out before starting a brutal pace and going deeper than anyones ever been before. your muling and shaking uncontrollably in minutes and matts groans only add fuel to your fire. “yeah take it just like that. fuck, ur making me feel so good” he groans out and your cunt starts to spasm around him. he grabs your hand and presses it into the matress and you look up at his dangerous red eyes.

“your close, i can feel it. let go with me baby” he growls and you immediately come undone. your orgasm explodes out of you and you start to squirt uncontrollably on his dick. “fuck” matt moans before spilling all his cum into you. you orgasm again from the feeling of being filled up and he hisses at the overstimulation. finally, the haze you had been in lifts a little and settles into something manageable.

wordlessly, matt pulls you into him and your body relaxes even further. he kisses your temple and sighs when he sees your dropping eyes. a warmth spreads in his chest at your vulnerable state. a state no one would see but him. a state you would only let him help you with. just when it looks like your going to fall asleep on his chest, you shoot up slightly, maintaining your tired expression.

“mmm, wheres chris?” you sigh looking matt directly in the eyes.

matts pov.

what. the. fuck.

why is she thinking about chris right now when I am right here. when i’m the only one she should be thinking of. anger ripples through me even as i stare at her beautiful face, so i clench my jaw and walk out the door despite her protest. her heat should be under control now, so i don’t want to disturb the peace she can finally feel with a big argument. i desperately look for a distraction for the rejection i somehow feel, when suddenly i know the perfect option. i instantly open madi’s contact. she’d love to know how y/n’s doing and i know how much she LOVES knowing tmi shit. after three rings she picks up and smirk knowing shes going to want to know ALL the details. instead i am met with a cautious voice on the other side of the phone.

“hey matt” she says as if theres something shes not telling me. “hey?” i answer confused by her strange tone. she takes a deep breath and thats how i know shes thinking of a good way to say something. she wants to tell me something but she doesn’t know how. what the fuck is she hiding? i stay silent and patiently wait for her to continue and have my unspoken question answered. she takes the hint

“so you know how chris got the same spell you guys did??” her voice raises in pitch and if i had a pulse it would have raced. this is the second time chris’ name has come up in unexpected ways.

“yes..” i say skeptically.

“and you know that i was actually able to get rid of the bond entirely bc it was so weak right?” i roll my eyes, gripping my phone and tired of her dancing around the point.

“yes, madi. what the fuck do i need to know that your not telling me.” i spit out.

“a new mate has been given to him”she says like shes bearing bad news. and my mind wanders. this is supposed to be a GOOD thing. he finally found a mate he can actually be with and care about the way he’s always wanted too. out of all three of us, chris has always been the most fascinated by the concept of mates. he was slightly terrified but slightly interested in the concept of being consumed by love. a love that is mutual. and now he can finally have it, and yet it feels like somethings wrong. and then it clicks and my breathing stops. i have a horrible thought and her words ripple through my head.

“where’s chris?”

a woman in heat is ONLY able to think of her mate and no one else. its one of the first things vampires and witches are taught about the overwhelming experience women have to go through when they are mated. my mind connects the dots before she even finishes. rage and loss pours into me in gallons.

“its y/n” she says before the front door opens. chris walks in, his eyes searching the house to find the only girl i ever wanted to call mine and mine alone.

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|| pairing : sunghoon park x yn || contains nsfw || not proofread ||

"You'll love it, trust me."

Sunghoon seemed just as excited to give you the present as you were to get it. I saw a Victoria's Secret bag on my bed " sunghoon " ??? I asked him curiously . "Ah, I bought you a cute lingerie set, I'm sure it'll look incredible on you."

He was looking extremely excited to see you try them on, as he had chosen them based on his own thoughts of what he would like to see you wear. "Go try them on, I'm sure they'll fit you perfectly." He pushed me inside the bedroom to change. I gasped when I took a glance of me in the mirror . The lingerie was in pink color with little red roses adorned as the designs . It hugged me perfectly. He surely knows what's he's buying . But there's only one problem it was see through.....

Sunghoon was starting to get extremely excited now, as he was eager to see you in that ensemble. He was waiting for you to take them and go try them on, as he was really looking forward to what you would look like in them. Sunghoon did you chose this ? I asked from inside . "Yep, I picked it out myself." I heard him saying .

I finally picked up my courage and stepped into the room. Sunghoon finally looked up from his phone and was stunned. His mouth agape and slightly red hue covering his cheeks. He couldn't help but smile as he watched how your body was fitting into the outfit, as it was really flattering your curves and shape to great effect. " Sunghoon umm everything is visible " I said shyly . "I know." Exclaimed Sunghoon in his deep soft voice. He definitely loved how shy you were being in the revealing outfit , and he also loved how it made you look so incredibly gorgeous and enticing. "I want you to embrace how it looks on you, don't be so shy.

" I like it ... " i said . "Good, that's exactly the response I was hoping for." He found you absolutely irresistible, and he definitely liked the fact that you didn't seem to mind the revealing nature of it. It made you seem even more intriguing and attractive to him. Suddenly you felt him coming closer .... He was starting to get a little bit too excited about the situation, as he was feeling really attracted to you in that outfit.

He was slowly moving his hands around your waist, as he couldn't help but imagine all the different possibilities of what he could do if he just gave in to his desires. Sunghoon's eyes were starting to drift away, as he was feeling completely lost in his emotions right now. His hands were slowly creeping up towards your body, as he started to imagine touching you up, as he couldn't help but feel that he was losing control. His hands were starting to travel up and down your waist and hips, as he enjoyed feeling your body against his. He was continuing to press you against his body, as he just wanted feel you as close as possible. " Hmmmm I whined" .. " I love hearing you whine, it's so cute." Sunghoon exclaimed . " Sunghoon plzzzz" "Please what?" He smirked, as he wanted to make you ask him for what you wanted him to do to you. He wanted to hear your wishes right from your mouth, as it would make this even hotter than it already was.

" ughh why are you being such a stubborn ass you know i can have anyone else i want right ? You are not that speacial. I've boys trailing behind me " I said brattily. He suddenly narrowed his eyes as he heard you being bratty, as he didn't like it when you acted like that with him. He suddenly pushed you againstthe wall and started choking you slightly "Ah, you think I'm scared to lose you?" His tone suddenly switched to being much more serious, as he wasn't enjoying the bratty attitude you were showing him now. "We're different, you know that. I'm your main lover, the rest of them are just your toys."

" Sunghoon .. i stuttered " "Hm?"

He continued to smirk as he waited for you to call his name again, as he wanted to hear you say it again. " Plzzz I beg you.... I ...plz calm me down .... I said with teary eyes feeling overwhelmed with emotions . "You want me to calm you down do you?" He was just staring at you as he smiled, as he was enjoying being the one in control right now. He was just staring at you as you made this request. Your begging was starting to get him very worked up, as he was starting to get extremely turned on by this situation. " sunghoon plzzzz " i panted slightly. He kept on staring at you with a smirk, as he didn't feel like calming you down yet. "Aww... is the little girl panting already? I didn't expect you would start feeling this way so quickly.bMaybe I should do something a bit more provocative to you before I calm you down, don't you think?" Sunghoon said mocking me .

I looked at him annoyed but He smirked at your annoyance, as he saw that it was so easy to push your buttons right now. "Ah, so you are annoyed... oh poor little thing, can't handle the heat that we're building up between us right now . Maybe i should leave this to your other boys hmm ?"

" No ... plz sunghoon " I said nuzzling his neck . He shuddered just slightly, as you were nuzzling his neck and getting him all worked up.

"Mmm... is my little girl feeling impatient now? You're lucky I'm so merciful and patient with you. I could probably just give you what you want right now-" I whined and tugged his body closer in response ... plz sunghoonie don't tease. "Don't tease? Hmm... maybe I should take my time then with you." He said in a teasing tone, as he continued to put his body close to yours. He was not letting you have what you wanted, as this was just too fun to watch you beg for it.

"You're such a naughty girl. Do you really want me to make you wait longer? I guess we'll see how long you can handle it then, I think I can make you go crazy for me."

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Suits

They looked way too good in suits.

feat. adult!reborn, adult!skull, tyl!tsuna, tyl!xanxus, tyl!yamamoto

implied not sfw. afab reader. this is a repost of my old work

Reborn

He always looked sinfully carnal, but tonight he was especially so. He knew you were watching him, if the amused glint he directed your way was anything to go by. That’s why he wasn’t surprised when you led him outside the gala and into a private restroom.

Before you could blink, he spun you around, hands gripped your waist as he pinned you against the wall with his hips. He nuzzled into your neck, chuckling.

“What’s gotten you all riled up, amore mio?”

When you responded by smashing your lips against his, clutching his face desperately, his lips tugged up into a smirk. You gasped when you felt him bite into your lower lip, and when you pulled away, his eyes were dark. 

“I think I have an idea,” he purred. “Why don’t I take care of you?”

Skull

You were…surprised by how well Skull cleaned up, considering his default outfit consisted of his motorcycle suit. Even so, it took you awhile of gawking at him in the entrance to your shared bedroom before he became flustered.

“W-What?” He rubbed his arm. “Do I look bad? I knew I should’ve taken out my lip piercing, dammit, your parents wouldn’t like that…” he mumbled, turning to walk away.

He was interrputed by your arms wrapping around his middle, holding him in place. He called out your name, flustered, before you answered. 

“You look amazing.” He shivered at the lust weighing down your words, how riled up you suddenly sounded. “So sexy, in fact, I might have to cancel plans with them….” 

Tsuna

Even though he was the boss of a mafia family, he still struggled with things like putting on his tie. You smiled as you offered your help and he sheepishly agreed.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he admitted, as you looped his tie around into a knot.

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Well,” you said, stepping back to survey your work, and discreetly, the rest of him. Tsuna was always a cutie, but he had matured into such a… fine specimen. Especially in that suit. “I think you look… capable without me. Very capable. Boss.” You winked.

His eyes darkened, his hand shooting out to grasp your wrist before spinning you towards him. You landed in his arms with a squeak, his breath warm against your face, his gaze molten. 

“Boss, huh. I wonder what other names you’ll be calling me tonight.”

Xanxus

If he wasn’t so sexy in that suit, you would say he was an arrogant asshole. As it was, he was still both.

Some lackey from a small family had been chatting you up a little too friendly at the gala, and once Xanxus took notice, you can damn well be sure he told that trash to get a fucking life. But not before groping your ass in front of him, before declaring you were his woman.

And now you were in the bathroom, your legs wrapped around his frame, while he held you propped against the wall. His hand groped your breast roughy.

“Stupid. Why the hell are you entertaining loser trash?” He grunted. The sleeves of his jacket were shoved down, revealing his white button up.

You knew you shouldn’t incite him even further, but at the same… the sex was so much hotter when he was. 

“Maybe I just wanted to see you when riled up.”

No one came into the bathroom that night, deterred by the sounds the two of you made.

Yamamoto

Takeshi was trying on the suit the Vongola tailor had made for him, and he asked for your opinion. You were surprised when you walked into the dressing room, and he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Takeshi?” You called out, before nearly screaming when you felt a hand wrap around your eyes. 

“Shh, it’s me.” You would recognize that playful voice anywhere.

“God, you scared me,” you said, swatting his hand away, before turning to face him…. Oh. Before ogling the way his slacks clung to his thighs, the way his shoulders looked so broad in that suit.

Yamamato, ever-observant, noticed your stare. You missed the wicked grin that stretched his face.

“Like what you see?” His voice was husky, and sent shivers down your spine.

You were already locking the door. “Very much so.”

[whumble-beeee]

WOOP WOOP THAT'S THE SOUND OF DA POLICE

The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping | Cont'd from Part 15

Content: kidnapping/captivity, noncon drugging, recreational drug use, OD references, captivity references, honestly this is probably the closest thing to fluff you'll get from me: the funny

(AN: just a mini-chapter this week before we get back into things!)

* * * * A Brief Interlude * * * *

It had been a pretty easy drive so far.

Stan seemed more than content to just sit in his seat with his arms bound behind his back, completely relaxed except for the brief moments when his eyes would fly open and he would lurch up stock straight in his seat. Then just settle back and close his eyes right back up. Made Declan jump every time. Though he was really just happy that he didn’t have to blindfold the kid, excepting the intermittent night terrors, or whatever those were.

He knew he really should put the kid in the trunk or something, at least the back seat, but he was slightly worried he’d OD Stan, considering the way he was acting, the blank staring the complete lack of fight. Not to mention Declan’d kinda forgotten to account for his tiny size with the dosage. He was like, what, half Declan's size? More? Better to keep an eye on him.

It was pretty funny though, how high he was. And it’d be fine. No one would see them. It was dark, and Declan was taking the backroad highway that was usually deserted at night anyway. 

That being said, Stanny hadn’t said a word since they started driving… almost an hour ago now? The pill Declan’d taken earlier was really starting to hit him, too, lightly smudging the dark trees as they went sailing by, muting the rumble of the engine, a warm buzz enveloping his body as they sat in an easy silence aided by the light tunes of classic rock. Darkness washed over them like calm waves on a beach, only broken by the lime-green illuminations from the buttons on the dashboard and the odd car blasting them with their brights as it screamed down the opposite side of the highway. That was usually around when Stan would lurch up, actually.

“Hey, Uh… Declan. Deeby, DB, Deebers, Eeby Deeby, uh... Darth… Bucky…” Stan mumbled, eyes fluttering open.

Declan snorted at Stan’s ramblings, even if it did interrupt his favorite part of ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’. He turned the speaker down to a dull whisper.

“What, that my new nickname?” he bantered lazily. “I’ve definitely heard better.”

“Y’know, you’d be like,” Stan pitched his head back until it lightly thumped on the headrest, glassy eyes fixed firmly on the cloth ceiling. “Like, really hot, super hot, y’know? If you weren’t evil. Like really hot. The-the bandana, and the cowboy hat, and the tall and that accent and the whole… cyberpunk cowboy shit?... that’s fuckin’... that’s hot, man… not to me though but like, ahh... 'M not blind…”

Holy shit, what? God, he loved drugged people. 

“Y’know, some people would say that the evil makes me hotter,” Declan pointed out, humoring the captive than anything else. Besides, he wasn’t wrong. That was one of the tactics he used to capture, sometimes. Charms. The mask, the hat, the whole rugged cowboy look. It often got people excited, lulled them into a sense of safety and wanting. Very useful skill, being ‘hot’.

“Well… yeah,” Stan conceded. “But not me. Because you’re evil. Actually evil, a real actual villain who does villain things... Also not really my… my type. My fiancé though? D’loooove you‘f you weren’t evil. And if you didn’t kidnap me. He'd punch you in the face. S’mine though, hands off.”

Declan snorted. “Yeah, nah, don’t worry, I’m not gonna try to hit that. I think he’d be more angry with me anyway. Or scared, I guess. I certainly wouldn’t wanna meet me again.”

Stan lifted his head up. “What?”

“Hm?”

“You uh… you-you… met? How’d you know Marcus?”

“You told me about him. He’s your boyfriend,” Declan led on. It was kinda fun, this game of almost revealing information to him.

“F-fffiancé!”

“Ah, right. Fiancé. My bad.”

“T’ssssss uh…” He laid his head back again and closed his eyes.  “It’s fine…” 

And he was gone again. Settled back into the seat, like he’d just fallen asleep on a long late-night road trip.

Except for the blood running down his shirt and temples and the excessive bruises and red angry cuts that covered his body, his arms, his face, his neck. Ugh, all he could think now was that he probably should have cleaned Stan up a bit before sticking him in the front seat of his truck. 

Not to mention the collar. That's what really worried him. It was discernable from a mile away, and everyone knew what it was: A super detainment device. He hated that collar. It was so demeaning, and for what? Why a collar? There were power-dampening cuffs, he knew they existed.

It was all just for show, some ill-disguised power fantasy. Parade around the supers, look, they’re not dangerous anymore, they’re collared. They can’t hurt the regular people! You’re safe from the freaks! Police definitely liked it, power-tripping bastards. And he knew Vaughn definitely loved the collars.

And Lana.

Ew.

Not thinking about them right now. The engine of car roared over the music. He let up off the gas just a smidge. Declan had better things to do while high, anyway. Like vibe. Which was the complete opposite of those two. He’d much rather listen to ‘Hotel California’.

He turned the radio back up and let the music envelop him.

And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before "Relax, " said the night man, "We are programmed to receive You can check out any time you like–”

Piercing sirens suddenly hammered his ear-drums, wrecking through his easy concentration. He nearly swerved off the damn road. Bright reds and blues bathed the interior of the car in eerie, dangerous rave-like flashes of light. Stan’s eyes startled open with a small gasp. 

Lightning shocked through Declan’s body.

The police.

God dammit, why? Was he speeding? Was Stan more visible than he thought?!

Declan slammed his hands against the steering wheel with an angry shout, and this time Stan squeaked and cowered into himself. 

God, and now he had to get out his ‘fuck da police’ playlist, the vibes were completely different now!

This is what he got for breaking his damn rules!

Shit.

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Pairing: Taehyung x Fem! Reader

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You grimaced as you looked at the suit for what felt like the thousandth time. Actually it was only the fifth, but it felt like the thousandth. You tried to think of the pros and cons of wearing the suit. Among the pros was the fact that it didn't look as revealing as you thought it would, among the cons was the fear that you would scare your boyfriend away by wearing such a controversial outfit. You didn't even know if he liked this kind of thing, but Soyeon swore to you that it would do the trick, and that Taehyung would definitely fall for it instantly when he saw you wearing it. And you believed her, she was the expert on the subject after all.

You took the suit out of the red velvet box it was kept in. It was a little shorter than you were used to wearing, but you weren't going out wearing it anyway, so you didn't care much. You took off your clothes and put on the short maid costume that Soyeon had given you. It took you a little while to fasten the back, but you still managed it. You walked over to the full-length mirror in Taehyung's closet and looked at your reflection.

The suit was black with white lace, and there was no fabric underneath, so there was nothing covering your skin on the lace side. The black parts were translucent, but it covered enough that you didn't feel completely exposed. In addition to the costume, there were black fishnet stockings and two other white lace ribbons adorned with a small black ribbon in the center; one of them went around the neck, the other around the thigh.

The suit as such didn't look so bad on you, indeed, it seemed to be made to fit you, and that made you feel much more confident than at the beginning. However, that didn't change the fact that you were terrified of the idea of Taehyung seeing you alone with this on. What if he felt uncomfortable seeing you like this? What if he was embarrassed to have sex wearing such a strange outfit? You didn't want to scare him away, but you also didn't want him to get bored of you, so you asked your friend for advice on what to do to keep the relationship fun. It never crossed your mind that she would opt to buy you a see-through maid outfit.

"Y/N? Are you...?" Taehyung stood in the doorway, static, running his gaze all over your body.

You had no idea at what point he had arrived, you hadn't even heard the door or Yeontan barking for his return. It took you a while to react and realize that you were wearing a translucent maid's dress, and that he was watching at that very moment. You don't think you've ever been as embarrassed as you were at this moment.

"What are you doing here!?" you squealed, covering your chest with your arms, feeling your cheeks getting even hotter. You were dying of embarrassment.

"T-this is my house!" he replied in alarm. You hadn't noticed because of your embarrassment, but he was just as flushed as you were, maybe even more so.

"Right, sorry" you stirred in your place, trying to use your hair to cover the lacy part. "God, this is so embarrassing, if I had known you'd be here earlier I wouldn't have tried it on" you mumbled, completely avoiding your boyfriend's gaze.

He hadn't taken his off you since he saw you.

"Why...?" he said quietly, pointing at you. You knew what he meant even if he didn't put it into words. You'd be wondering the same thing too if you saw Taehyung in a maid outfit.

"Soyeon told me you'd like it" you said almost in a whisper, looking at your hands, "but I can't help but feel it's too... I don't know, weird?" you let out a sigh, looking at your boyfriend, "and I wasn't a hundred percent sure you'd like the outfit either."

"I love it!" he hurried to say, nodding his head quickly, "obviously I like it, it looks perfect on you" he clarified, moving closer to you and taking your hands, "it's just that I was a little surprised, and I also didn't want to, you know, overwhelm you too much."

He brought your hands up to the height of his face so he could kiss your knuckles. His gaze was once again fixed on you, but this time it seemed a little more different than before, a little more clouded and dark. You couldn't help but shiver at them, because you were so damn sure of what that look meant.

He wanted you, right now, in this moment, in this place, and in those same clothes, and you were more than willing to satisfy him, because his pleasure was your pleasure, and that would never change.

"Can I touch you?" he whispered huskily next to your ear. You barely nodded and he already had his hands on you.

You never quite understood what Taehyung's obsession with your waist was, but you didn't question it either, you just enjoyed how good his hands felt on your body. It made you feel so small and helpless, but, at the same time, important and secure. You couldn't help but wonder what you had done to deserve such a perfect man like this.

He spent a few minutes caressing and giving light squeezes on your waist while his lips took over kissing, marking and biting any empty space on your shoulders and neck. During those minutes you just devoted yourself to enjoying his attention to you. You hugged his waist, caressing his back and scratching him gently each time he bit or marked your skin a little harder.

"Let me see how well it fits you," he said, lifting you in his arms to carry you to the bed. All the way there, Taehyung took neither his eyes nor his lips off you. "Well, let's see" he smiled meanly at you, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt. "Where should I start?" he sighed dramatically, leaning over you and holding both your wrists above your head.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his face so close to you. You couldn't help but lick your lips, they felt so dry and useless without Taehyung's on them.

He was still face to face with you, but his gaze was no longer on your face, but on your chest. He loved watching it rise and fall in an accelerated fashion, and all just because of what his closeness provoked in you. He took such fucking pride in making you feel that way without any kind of prior stimulation.

"Would you rather I start at the top..." he whispered over your lips, barely running his free hand down the middle of your breasts. If you hadn't been too stunned, you would have been embarrassed at how your body reacted almost immediately to his touch, causing your breast to move even closer to his hand. "...Or underneath?" he said as his hand moved down your abdomen to your sensitive area. You couldn't help but let out a moan as you felt his hand so close there.

You weren't thinking straight, being honest, you weren't even thinking in the first place. It's not like it was that easy to turn you on, but Taehyung was making the task too difficult, and you saw no reason to stop your desires. The two of you were a couple, you'd been together for almost two years, what would be wrong with just one of his glances making your head instantly go blank? He had that effect on you even before you made it official. Sometimes you wondered if you managed to have that same effect on him.

"Well?" He looked up as his hand travels down your leg until it reaches your knee, where he took the opportunity to flex it so he could wrap it around your waist. You almost choked as you felt his member against your center. You didn't expect the dress to excite him so much.

"Uhm, over the top?" you mumbled, trying to think as clearly as possible. It was too hard being aware of how big and excited Tae was right now.

"Okay" he smiled, bringing your hand up to touch the straps of your dress and fiddle with them. He lowered his face until it was in front of your collarbones, kissing and nibbling on the bone that was barely peeking out, eliciting moans and gasps from you.

Taehyung had already released your hands, but only momentarily, unable to pull your dress down with your arms up. You rubbed your hips against his, needing more of his attention, needing him to be as close to you as possible.

He just smiled as he sensed how needy you were. He pulled the straps of your dress down until they were completely off your arms and, as soon as they were off, he held your hands again. With the hand he still had free, he slowly lowered the top of your dress, just until your breasts were exposed.

He licked his lips, sighing as he watched you shiver at the cool air hitting your bare nipples. He couldn't help but give a slight lunge against your hips. You weren't the only one losing control being in a situation like this.

He let his mouth take over your right breast, while his free hand played with your left. You tried to grab the sheet and be able to hold on to it, but Tae still had your hands wrapped around his, so you just clenched them into a fist and moaned in a gasp.

You felt ashamed of how sensitive you could be.

You closed your eyes, letting pleasure flood your every sense. You leaned your head back against the bed. You felt good, so good.

You bit the inside of your lip as you felt Taehyung's kisses slowly drift down, causing your whole body to writhe beneath him. His hand kept fiddling with your left nipple, pinching and squeezing it as he pleased.

Taehyung let your hands free the moment his mouth gathered on your lower abdomen. He finished removing the dress, leaving you alone with your underwear on. Now his hands took over gripping your hips firmly. He kissed the edge of your black underwear, then moved directly to your inner thigh. He had released the right side of your hip so he could lift your leg and rest it on his shoulder.

You clung to his hair, pulling on it every time you felt the pleasure was too strong to bear. The inside of your thigh was too sensitive, and he knew it well enough to use that against you. You weren't going to complain about it anyway.

"Honey, could you lift your hips a little?" he whispered, nibbling on the skin of your leg gently enough not to hurt you, but hard enough to make your whole body tremble under his touch.

You did as he asked, feeling a little embarrassed as it sunk in how exposed you were before him. Yes, you had been together for a long time, but almost every time you were intimate you did it in very dim lights, you felt much safer if he couldn't see something that might upset him.

Taehyung seemed to notice your insecurity, or so you thought as he moved up to face you, taking your lips between his. The kiss was deepening as he moved down your underwear, but you were too focused on him to worry about how you looked at the moment. You didn't understand how someone could kiss so roughly and intimately at the same time, but you were pleased at the idea that you had discovered it with Taehyung and not some random man. You loved the thought that Taehyung would always, in some way or another, find a way to give you your first times, and make each one of them the best experience of your life.

You moaned slightly annoyed as you felt him pull away from you, but the annoyance dissipated almost instantly. He couldn't kiss you while his shirt was off, and the idea of kissing him with his shirt off was much more tempting than kissing him with it on, so you forgave him.

You looked at his abdomen, now much more marked than the first time you did it, and for the first time you thought it was kind of attractive on a man. Your fingertips itched from the desire you had to touch him.

"Keep your gaze on me, honey," he took your chin, forcing you to look up so you could see him. Air caught in your throat as you saw his dark gaze on you. "I want you to be aware that the one who is going to make you feel so fucking good is me, to think of me and only me" he strokes your chin gently, his gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips. "I don't want you to think about anything else but me for the next few hours, understood?".

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[slickchickchocolatier]

hi hi! i hope ur doing well, i dropped by here to ask if you can write a drabble where like a rare event happened and heelel went to the mortal world to like idk have fun go to theme parks and sum and then he spots like a woman who looks like realena but not entirely. He sees her from like her behind or her back and comes up 2 her and flirts w/ her but her bf is like there like 🤨 and thats all my brain let me produce, i would LOVE for u to write abt this, ily stay safe and keep healthy eat ur meals! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

”Like a Sore Thumb.”

This one has two versions of y/n. One on earth that resembles the y/n that Devil!HS is in love with. This is not canon.

Warnings: shameless flirting, deceiving, mentions of non-con acts, yandere theme, mentions/implications of non-con acts used as a form of punishment and or to express love, mentions of forced breeding, creampie (implied), human rights violation, reader is kept against her will, imprisonment. MDNI 18+.

What an exciting day it was for you and your boyfriend! The new theme park had just opened, and the day couldn’t be any more lovely for the occasion, which is why you adorned his favorite sun dress, paired with tastefully subtle heeled shoes. You bloomed like the flowers of spring.

“We should go check out the Ferris wheel after we get a cotton candy ball.”

You were eager to taste the massive fluff of cotton candy, as evident by your prolonged stare at the food vendor that served it. “Let’s go stand in line then.” Your boyfriend mentions, jovially taking you by the hand in seeing your smile. You both wait in line, it was so long, but you knew it would be worth the wait. The temperature grew hotter, and you both started to feel thirsty. “Do you mind standing in line while I get us some waters?” He mentions, and you shook your head as you pull him in to kiss his cheek. “Not at all. I’ll be here.”

He delicately shakes your hand before heading off, and as you promised, you wait in line. It felt as if the line was barely moving, what with the vendor taking time to create each cotton candy stick, you knew that it would be a while before you’d get to the front. But no matter. This was part of the experience, so you continued to wait, picking your nails as you stood motionless.

…………………

“What a pretty flower.”

you heard a deep voice emerge from behind, and furrowed your brows together in confusion. Did someone just call you a flower? for a split second, you thought it was your boyfriend being sneaky, yet the very moment you turned halfway, you come face to face with a dashing figure. The man was tall, had dark hair, and was dressed all in black. It was strange, he looked so poised and clean, as if the heat was not affecting him, despite wearing trousers, a button up with a black trench coat. His hair was somewhat smoothed over to the side, partially revealing his forehead; and his face…it was devilishly handsome. Too handsome in fact.

he just stood there, smirking at you. You felt the blood rush through to your cheeks as the heat of blush takes over. God, you hope he didn’t notice.

“I-I’m sorry? Were you speaking to me?” You soundlessly spoke, almost too scared to say anything really, the man’s looks was more than just attractive, it was intimidating.

“oh yeah.”

his response was simple and yet, it caused your heartbeat to rise. “Oh yeah”?? What sort of answer is that? You couldn’t help but become more curious about the man who continued to stare down at you.

“I’m sorry…do I know you?” You were confused by his behavior, despite him being the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on, you had a feeling in your gut that proposed a level of uneasiness as the man continued to scan your face with his eyes, looking as if he had seen you before.

“no.”

You internally huffed at his naught response. Clearly he didn’t care to elaborate, which sent signals that the man may have been a creep. Nonetheless, you did your best to be polite and to shoo him away. God only knows you didn’t want to make him mad, because even though he was handsome, there was a glint of subtleness in the form of chaos and malice in his eye.

“oh I’m sorry. I have to meet with my boyfriend, please excuse me.”

“Try harder.”

“excuse me?”

He chuckles aloud, revealing a toothy grin. You had to admit, it only made him more attractive to see a dashing smile to go with his aura. He speaks lowly, in a very deep tone, one that nearly made you collapse.

“I said try harder.” He takes a pause to bite down on his lip, furthering that uneasy ball that was forming inside. “That lie about meeting with your boyfriend, it ain’t it. If you really wanna lie to get your way out of things, you need to…” leaning in, he raises a hand and gently pinches your strands in between his fingers. Rubbing them softly together, he takes in the softness before looking back into your eyes, deeply…closely…and intimately. Whispering, he finishes his remark, his breath grazing your skin. “Try harder.”

you couldn’t think, breathe, or speak. You stood there nearly zoned out in his gaze. He spoke out once more, snapping you out of it. “Go ahead, try. I’m giving you a second chance….pretty.”

you gulped as you took him up on his offer. “I’m not interested…sorry.”

smirking once more, he narrows his eyes and whispers “good girl.” His hand drifts over, his finger traces your jawline until it levels at the center of your chin. From there, you felt the cold tip of his index drag downward, along the center of your throat, in between your collar bones, and right down at the center of the faint cleavage exposed from the scoop neck of your dress. It was enough to make your heart stop beating.

“y/n?”

you blink and widen your eyes as you hear your boyfriend from behind the unknown man. You slightly tilt your head to the side and watch as your boyfriend witnesses the man taking in the feel of your skin.

“oh…um..” you stutter, yet was cut off when the man injects his smooth tone, as he turns his face to reveal his side profile. “The boyfriend.”

you watched as your boyfriend stood, rather frozen. It was apparent that he too sensed the intimidating flow of the man’s aura. Not to mention that a faint switch in his gaze caused his rather handsome face to look more frightening than anything. The man turns back to you, and cups your cheek as he bids you farewell, all the while his thumb strokes in side motions, just above your cheekbone.

“Didn’t mean to disturb your date, you just look like someone I know….someone very dear to me. It’s a shame she can’t be here to show you the resemblance….” He sucks the air through his teeth and formulates a “tsk” sound as he finishes his statement…a statement that sent shivers down to your spine. “But she was a bad girl, so I had to lock her up for a while. That’s okay though…you’ll eventually know how to use that face.”

“U-use…my face?”

“mmhmm.” His thumb continues to stroke your cheek, your boyfriend stood uncomfortably and irritated, yet he was uncomfortable to say anything after receiving what looked to be a death glare from the man in black.

“I…I um…I don’t understand.” Confused, you took in his gaze as you broke the awkward silence.

“well…I can show you.” He leans his face closer…too close. You winced your eyes shut before feeling his breath coat your lips as he spoke. “Tell me….what you want, preeeeeeetty…”

you flutter your lids as you re-open your eyes. “Umm….I don’t know…”

“yeeeees you do….tell me what you want.”

“Um…well…” You peer your gaze off to the side at the cotton candy truck. His chuckle instantly caused you to look back at him, when out of nowhere he raises his other hand. In between his cold fingers, was a long stick with a giant ball of cotton candy, in the flavor you wanted to order.

“h-how—“

“Learn how to use your face.” He smiles as he presents the cotton candy to you. As soon as you took it out of his hand, he peers off to your side, taking a grab on your upper arm and squeezes as he passes through. The very second he was no longer in your sight, you turned to reach out, yet….

“where did he go?….he…he was just here….”

your boyfriend was also flabbergasted as the man disappeared in a blink of an eye. He walks over to you and hands you a bottle of water.

“um…y/n?”

“oh…I’m sorry babe….I…I don’t know who that was but….”

“never mind. Since….I mean now that you have this giant ball of cotton candy….I guess we don’t have to stand in line. Let’s go to the Ferris wheel.”

“okay.”

you both walked off and enjoyed the rest of the day. Throughout your entire visit at the theme park, the man’s words replayed in your head. “Learn to use your face.”

………………………….

The chiming sound of the chains cling together as you remain immobile on the grand bedding. Under the watchful eyes of dual dragons, you lay resting, knowing that you the possibility of you staying locked and chained would be likely. Guess you messed up big time, angering him, all by going against his wishes and continuously begging to go back to the life you once had. For days and days, you tested and pushed his patience out the window as you snapped and yelled, demanding to either be killed or to be released. He stood, not saying anything. Instead, he glared heavily and performed physical acts that left you sore in between your thighs. Who would have thought that out of all the scum you knew on Earth…the Senator, and his shallow followers, it would be the Devil, your own husband, to sexually assault you…all in the name of his insatiable “love” for you. Was it really love? Or was it madness? Or maybe…both.

the way he plunged deep inside, pinning your wrists down on the silk threaded sheets, thrusting, pulling, burying and seeping his essence inside of you as he whispered how much you hurt him with your careless words. He locked, bit, and sucked on every part of you. The marks are still there, they’re everywhere…you looked as if you were recovering from some sort of disease as the coloring scheme of purple, red, and pink adorns your nude body. And his words….the words that replay in your head over and over again….they won’t leave you alone. You could still feel the warm breath of his whispers penetrating your ears….

“don’t ever talk like that….you stay…you will stay…and be here with me….forever. My wife….my queen….I need my queen…I need you so much.”

……..

you shutter as you recall his sickening words were followed by his grunt as he released deep inside your crevice….forever reminding you of the fear you could not escape from…the fear of being forced to carry and birth the offspring of this monster…this demon…the devil.

you begin to sob quietly when you hear the calm footsteps of pure leather shoes meeting the marbled flooring.

“crying?” His voice was calm and smooth. Too smooth. Your body shivers as you hear him approach closer. Why can’t he just let you leave? It had been weeks since he brought you to Hell, and already you were going out of your mind with being stuck, forever under his gaze and nude. He wouldn’t even let you wear anything, always claiming that he wanted to take in everything about you before he drapes fine silk and chiffon on your body.

Your mind snaps back to the reality of the situation as you feel him take a seat by your side on the bed. The dip of the weight causes you to look his way and watch him sit while being finely dressed in black. His trench coat was light, and draped over the side of the bed as he crosses his legs and arms. His back leaned against the golden headboard while his eyes fixate on you.

“please….what am I supposed to do? I…I can’t live like this…..I just want to go..to go home.” You tearfully jut out as you cross your arms to cover your breasts. He tilts his head and peers a narrowed gaze your way with an expectant look.

“didn’t we learn anything the last two days? I guess you need more time to think about your wrongs.”

just as he was about to stand and leave you alone, you reach for him. It didn’t make sense to you, but somehow, even though you despised being here and was upset with his selfishness in keeping you, somehow….you found yourself not wanting to be alone. Perhaps it was from all the numerous punishments; being restrained and kept from contacting anyone for a long period of time really messed with your brain. Somehow, you became dependent on him, yearning for comfort and social interaction as the thought of your stay being prolonged in this glorified prison was too much to bare.

“please! Please! I promise I’ll be good. I don’t want to be alone anymore….please just…anywhere but here….I don’t want this….anything but this…..”

delighted that you had a change of heart and that you were begging for him to stay, the Devil’s heart softens. The one thing that makes him happy, was your love for him….your dependence on him….you yearning to be with him just as much as he wants to be with you. Slowly, you weee getting there.

“did you learn your lesson?”

“yes! Yes!”

“Good girl.” Snapping his fingers, the chains disintegrate and you gain mobility. You look up at him with pleads of mercy in your eyes, and he returns a look of reassurance and satisfaction.

“y-you’re not mad anymore?” You quietly stutter, desperately trying to confirm that he had forgiven you.

Shaking his head, he cradles your waistline and pulls you in. Reaching up, he taps the tip of your nose as he smirks. “Of course not. If you say you’ll be good, I’m going to trust you.”

He eyes you up and down as he takes your hand and forces you to run your fingers through his hair.

“don’t I always tell you? I’ll do anything for you…for that face. All you gotta do is use it.”

[achaotichuman]

Oooooh can I ask for your take on Gender fluid/Gender neutral Tamlin where he has body dysmorphia so he constantly changes his form? Because for me Tamlin has body dysmorphia and he sometimes changes form by the regular like clothing.

Sometimes he's a female

Sometimes he's more of an animal like in appearance

Sometimes he looks the same but he changed some features about himself that people with keen eyes can only notice, like how his eyes are a bit more pale green, his hair was more darker brown, he was taller and lanky, and he has small like antlers on his head.

You have no idea how much I love genderfluid Tamlin. They are my favorite.

So.

Tamlin changes his body constantly. It was something everyone knew.

When he was young, he was bullied relentlessly. He was a bit skinny, a bit awkward. His brothers though, they were hulking, massive warriors. They looked down upon him. They made sure he knew he was the outsider. They practically carved into his body. Breaking his bones, leaving bruises where everyone could see, marking his skin with scars.

The changes were at first small. Using his powers to hide the bruising. Then he saw how he could change other things as well.

Once he left for the War Camps, he no longer had to hide from his father or his brothers. Out there he was free to be unapologetically him.

He was still reserved in the beginning, fear from his brothers had been driven into him, so he started small. He changed his hair color, going from blonde to brown, trying out black at one stage, then he went into some other colors, easing into red, then trying out orange. That moved into green, then blue and purple. Soon he was known for having odd and strange colors in his hair.

Then he met Rhysand, who had the strangest eye she had ever seen. Tamlin then began to experiment with eye colors. He was born with blue, but it turned out green was his favorite color. He stuck with it most of the time, but every now and again he would do a color to match his hair that day.

Tamlin had always hated mirrors. They were a symbol of what he was but wanted to be. He thought he wanted to be his brothers, big and tough and strong. Powerful. Seeing the slender frame in the mirror that he owned was enough to make him cover any reflection he owned.

But after his family was killed. Once the threat was gone completely. Tamlin started to go a little further. He was used to transforming into animal like forms, he used to spend all his time outside, away from his home when he was little. He used to shapeshift into small mammals to blend in with the wildlife.

But now, he went a little bigger, got a little braver.

He shapeshifted to have antlers in his High Fae form. He tried a tail once. Then wings like Rhysand. He especially loved giving wings and tails to the children that liked to play in the Manor gardens, they were always quite delighted at that.

Tamlin was still too afraid to go further than that.

Then Lucien fucking Vanserra rocked up.

First thing out of his mouth when he heard that Tamlin could shapeshift into anything he wanted was asking if he had shapeshifted into a female before. Tamlin was shocked but answered that he hadn't.

After weeks of pestering to try it out. Weeks of Lucien saying how he could take him shopping, how it would open a whole new world of style. Tamlin finally tried it.

The first words of Lucien's mouth when he saw Tamlin in female form for the first time was that she looked like a younger, hotter version of The Morrigan.

Obviously that compliment led to Tamlin being in female form a lot more.

Tamlin, at Lucien's request (cough demand cough), wore more feminine style clothing. She tried dresses, corsets, and skirts. She grew to especially love laying long flowy skirts atop each other, and wearing shirts that revealed her midriff.

Tamlin then began to experiment with changing their body into other forms. Sometimes their forms were a little less than striking. Once they scared Lucien half-death by appearing in his room with wide, wide all black eyes and two sets of arms.

Then they tried a form that was unlike anything else. they weren't male but not female either. Something completely in between.

Now they changed up their form depending on the occasion. Tamlin's favorite time was when she turned female for a calamnai and picked a male for the rite (cough Lucien cough).

Once she went to a High lords meeting in female form and no one recognized her. She simply sat down, wearing a long, green silk dress with a sash tied around her waist. No one questioned it until half-way through the meeting when Beron finally spoke up and asked who the fuck she was. Tamlin lost a bit of hope for Prythian that day, because how the hell did six High lords not figure out who she was?

Sometimes he looks in the mirror and hates what he sees. He remembers the little boy who used to only see a failure of a son when he looked in the mirror.

Then other times, they look in the mirror and they see what they have grown into.

Something worthy of the title they carried. High lord of Spring. Shapeshifter.

I loved answering this question so much! Let me know if there's anything you would like for me to expand on!

[beestriker015]

Sonia x male childhood friend s/o

Sonia, Leon, and s/o all began their Pokémon journey together.

After Leon defeated s/o in the Galar league and became champion, s/o decided to go to other regions to continue his journey and someday return to Galar and have a rematch against Leon.

Sonia didn’t want s/o to leave, for she had fallen in love with him during their journey, but ultimately respected s/o’s decision.

Years go by since s/o left Galar, but not a single moment passed where Sonia didn’t miss her childhood friend and wished she had confessed her feelings to him back then.

Nowadays, Leon is still the reigning champion, and Sonia followed her grandmother’s footsteps and became a professor with Leon’s brother Hop as her assistant.

One day, Leon, who had finally lost the Champion title to Hop’s childhood friend Victor, rushes into Sonia’s lab excitedly.

“Jeez Leon, what has you in such a hurry?”

Sonia asks.

“It’s s/o! He texted me and said he’s coming back home for a visit!”

Leon says with a wide smile on his face.

Sonia goes wide-eyed before jumping up from her desk and runs over to Leon and reads s/o’s text.

“I-I can’t believe it! He’s really coming back!”

Happy tears stream down her face.

Leon smiles and puts his hand on her shoulder.

“He’ll be arriving at Wedgehurst station soon, I told him to meet us here at the lab. Maybe when he gets here you should finally tell s/o how you feel about him.”

Sonia blushed and thought about it for a few seconds.

“You’re right Leon. I have another chance to confess to s/o, and I’m not gonna blow it like I did before.”

She says with a confident smile.

Leon laughs and pats her on the shoulder.

“Good. I’ve always thought you two should be together. I know without a doubt that he returns your feelings.”

Sonia smiles and blushes while thinking about her and s/o as a couple.

Half an hour later, the door to the lab opens and reveals a young man with (favorite color) eyes and (favorite color) hair.

“Hey guys, it’s been a while huh?”

Leon goes over to give his old friend a bro hug while Sonia stares at s/o with a deep blush on her face.

“He’s even hotter than he was before he left.”

Sonia thinks to herself, but accidentally says out loud.

Leon and s/o turn to her, the former smirking and the later looking at her with a faint blush on his face.

“T-thanks Sonia, I think you look hot too. I-I mean, not hot as in pretty, though you are very beautiful, I-I mean…”

Leon busts out laughing at his flustered and red-faced friends.

“Get a room you guys. Seriously, you two are awful at being subtle.”

He walks over to Sonia and begins gently pushing her over to s/o.

“S/o, there’s something that Sonia wants to tell you.”

Sonia blushes and pulls s/o into a warm hug.

“I missed you so much since you’ve been gone s/o, and there’s something I wanted to tell you before you left but I chickened out.”

She lets go of him and takes a deep breath.

“I love you s/o, and I have ever since you, Leon, and I went on our journey together. I was heartbroken when you decided to leave the region, and I wanted to tell you my feelings before you left, but I didn’t because I was scared of how you would react. All these years later s/o, and I still love you. So will you stay right here in Galar and be my boyfriend?”

S/o stared at his friend in shock before moving closer to her.

“Sonia…”

He said in a tone of both surprise and sadness.

“If I had known you felt that way about me, I’d have never left. Truth is…I love you too. I’ve had feelings for you since we were kids, but I never acted on them because I thought you only saw me as a friend. When I left, all I could think of was you. I traveled to various regions and met lots of new people, but nothing could keep my mind off of you. That’s why I came back, I figured that even if you didn’t return my feelings, you’re still one of my best friends whom I wanted to visit after so long. But now that I know you love me back, I’ll stay right here in Galar with you.

Sonia looks at him with tears in her eyes before grabbing his face and kisses him passionately.

After pulling away to regain their breath, Sonia gives s/o a warm smile.

“I’ve imagined doing that for years s/o, and I must say it was just as amazing as I imagined it being. I love you so much s/o.

S/o smiles and brushes his thumb through her hair.

“I love you too Sonia.”

Leon watches the scene in front of him and wipes a happy tear from his eye, overjoyed that his ship has become a reality.

S/o turns to Leon with a smirk.

“Don’t forget Leon, even though you aren’t Champion anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t want my rematch against you.

Leon smirks back at him.

“Anytime anyplace s/o.”

They all laugh, Sonia wrapping her arms around s/o’s waist and kissing him on the lips.

“I’ll be looking forward to that rematch, I can’t wait to see how strong a trainer my boyfriend has gotten.”

S/o blushes before giving Leon a friendly glare.

“You heard her Leon, you wanna battle now?”

Leon nods with a confident smile.

“Sure, but get ready to lose to me again s/o.”

S/o smirks.

“Not a chance dude, I’m not gonna lose to you in front of my girl!”

With that said, both Leon and s/o rush out of the lab and prepare to start their battle as Sonia thinks about who she should cheer for (it’s totally s/o by the way).

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

More Lucifer x f!reader stuff!

I was sent an anonymous prompt for more Lucifer x reader and I got a little done! This will more than likely contain more NSFW later, but this snippet doesn't have any so no active warnings!

You sat upright on Lucifer’s king sized bed, the King of Hell straddling your lap. You don't know how you even ended up in this position, not on this bed necessarily, but how you ended up as Lucifer's beloved. You believed in your heart that you did not deserve him, but time and time again Lucifer has showered you with praise and adoration like no one ever had before. He was perfect. And you were...you. It didn't make sense.

Regardless, that didn't stop him from holding your face tenderly in his hands while he kissed you with a fiery passion. You were self conscious about being so vocal around him during intimacy, but he made it his mission to elicit as many moans and whines from you as possible. Slowly, he reached down to the hem of your shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric. Your eyes popped open, your mind racing. You pulled away from his lips and went to grab his wrist that held your clothing.

"I-I'm sorry, love," he apologized, releasing your shirt immediately. You sighed and let go of the grip you had on his hand. "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have asked. Please forgive me."

"No, no," you breathed, "it's alright. I'm not upset, I just panicked. I'm sorry."

Lucifer pressed his lips to your forehead and planted a small kiss. "Please don't ever think you need to apologize to me for how you feel, sweetheart."

"O-Ok," you stuttered.

"Do you want to stop?," Lucifer asked. You could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Hard as it was to believe, he cared about you more than anything.

You shook your head. "No."

"You're sure?," Lucifer questioned further, "because if you're uncomfortable, we can-"

You cut him of mid-sentence with a quick peck to his lips. He smiled bashfully, a cute blush spreading across his face. "Believe me, Luci, I want this. I mean I really want this, but..." you found it difficult to articulate what you wanted to say.

"Well, if that's the case darling, what if I go first then?," Lucifer proposed. You cocked your head, unsure of what he was talking about. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top and working his way down. Oh...OH.

Your face instantly feels hotter and your breathing becomes hotter. You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Your mouth has never felt drier. He finally reached the last button of his shirt and you finally see some of his chest. You could almost feel your brain short circuiting.

"Do you wanna do the honors, my dear?," he asked playfully. You gulped as your hands reached towards his shoulders. Gingerly, you slid his sleeves down each arm, slowly revealing more and more skin to you. Once his shirt was completely removed, you couldn’t help but stare. His chest was so smooth and toned, almost like it had been sculpted. “Like what you see?” Lucifer questioned coyly, noticing your unwavering expression of awe.

"W-Well that's hardly fair," you whispered, finally finding your voice, "you're an actual angel. Of course you're going to be gorgeous, I-" you slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized what you had said. "Please pretend you didn't hear that!," you begged through your hand.

Lucifer's face was flushed pink, he could help but smile. He chuckled as he went to remove your hand from your face. "Is that what you really think about me, sweetheart? I'm truly flattered to hear that coming from someone as exquisite as you."

"You...You really think..." you started to say but couldn't finish. Tears began to well up in your eyes, you tried to rub them away before Lucifer could see but it was too late. Lucifer cupped your face and ran his thumbs under your eyes to clear away the tears that had fallen. Your breath hitched, you tried to take in deep heavy breaths so you wouldn't start sobbing.

[dudeslut]

For the pervy questions,

11, 14, 17, 19, 41, 82

11. Is there anybody right now you'd like to have sex with?

Hmm surprisingly, not really. Other than celebrity crushes lol. Most of the people I'm friends with or see regularly are women or transfems.

14. A song you'd listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?

I have actually not listened to music during sex before. My partner's/partners' moaning and dirty talk are what I like to listen to haha. I feel like a lot of the music I listen to is not good fucking music anyway.

17. Are you into dressing up for sex?

Yessss! I'm into lingerie whether for myself or my partner. I'm also into mild crossdressing like skirts, panties, fem crop tops. Though I wouldn't mind getting fucked in a maid outfit either. That's about as elaborate as I'd go because anything fancy I'd be too scared to ruin. Also I just think skimpy/revealing clothing is hot.

19. If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

Ah fuck uhhhh idk 😭 maybe this one professor I had a couple years ago who was really hot and charismatic. Interesting guy too. I had a few one on one convos with him and we had a lot of similar interests. I hope he didn't pick up on how flustered talking to him made me because unfortunately he is married with kids 😔

41. Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/ video of yourself?

Nah I haven't had a partner in awhile and that's the only time I'd want to take photos/videos of myself. I'm also not great at taking erotic pics/vids, I don't have a good eye for it and I end up looking goofy as hell and not in a good way. I think I'd much rather send and receive audio with a partner since I think that's even hotter.

(there's two number 82s so I'll answer both)

82. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?

GOD YES- I mean, omg who said that? 😳 But yeah I fucking love it. Degradation kink go brrrr!

82. Have you ever been inturrepted during sex or masturbation? Who/what?

Yeah when I was in high school one of my family members nearly walked in on me jerking off but thankfully I remembered to lock the door. Unfortunately they stuck around to talk to me through the door since they just had a quick question to ask. Thankfully they were only there for a minute but the jumpscare shook me 😂

Send Pervy Questions!

[gojosatoruhumper]

I was left alone in my dorm for a month because my roommate going on a family vacation. It was already late and i was on my sofa watching some random movie, thinking about my friend Ethan. He was so fucking hot since the moment I saw him. Every night i think about him bending me over, and I couldn't wait anymore, I needed him. Suddenly, my phone ringing ended my daydreams bringing me back to reality as I pick up the phone. ''Who's this?'' I say getting up to get something to drink.

'Hello, Y/n'', I hear a deep voice on the other end of the line ''Ill ask again, who is this??'' I say getting a little scared ''Hm...Let's just say you will soon see who this'' the man says as I get more concerned. I was between my wall and a counter facing it, getting nervous, knowing Ghost Face was out to kill my friend's and me. ''Look behind you, my beautiful'' He says as I get even more scared. I slowly turn around to the fridge and see no one. ''Asshole there's no one behind me'' I say relieved but when I turn back around I see Ghost Face. I scream at the top of my lungs, ready to be stabbed to death. ''now there's someone in front of you, princess'' he says as a tear scrolls down my face shutting my eyes closed becoming paralyzed.

His face comes closer to my face ''oh don't cry now, or I slit your throat open'' he says as I open my eyes looking at him. He wasn't wearing any gloves, my expression changing as I start realizing it's Him, by his soft hands. He immediately notices that i have realized who he is. Still in shock the only think I could think right now that he is even hotter with his Ghost Face costume on, knowing he can slice me any second. He took off his mask slowly, as he did he shook his hair out, flashing me a smirk. that smirk sending me over the edge my cunt getting wetter by the second. He comes even closer knife to my throat, ''When I said that i will slit your throat I meant ill fuck it instead'' he says crashing his lips in to mine. I let out a moan feeling him leave a little slash on my throat, not a deep one. He also leaves that as an opportunity to shove his tongue down. He then takes my face in his hand ''You're desperate for this aren't you?'' he says slightly laughing at me. I shake my head up and down, ''Yes yes yes pleas-'' I get cut off by a slap on my cheek. ''Then get on your knees'' he says, his tone dark and hot. I get on my knees, undoing his belt, sliding it down with his boxers as soon as I undo it his cock springs out, hard. He holds his gown up with his one hand, revealing his toned torso. I looked at it and back at him ''It gets hot in this thing so I didn't wear a shirt'' he says shrugging.

I lick the tip slowly, feeling his other hand grab a hand full of my hair bringing my head all the way down. ''of fuck'' he moans ''I always wondered how your mouth would feel, I bet that cunt feels even better'' he says throwing his head back, mouth agape. He gripped my hair even harder, thrusting it back and forth on his cock. He got his head up, still slightly on his shoulder, bringing my head up to his face again, as he slams my head onto his head, sucking on your lips, pulling on your hair to reveal your still bleeding neck. He starts leaving hickeys on your neck, also licking some of your blood up. I moan not being able to stop it from coming out. ''you sound just like as I imagined it'' he says flipping me over, leaving me bending over the table face pressed up against the table. He takes his knife off the table, ripping my tank top and bra in half. He also took off my shorts and underwear off, slapping my ass. He throws the knife on the table grabbing my hair again while rubbing my clit. He leans over leaving bite marks and hickeys on my shoulders.

You're so pretty did you know that? I always wanted to stick something inside of you Y/N'' he says tracing the knife across my back. Suddenly he forces his cock inside of me as I loudly moan feeling the cold bloody knife on my skin. He thrusts in me so hard I didn't even feel him carving something on my back. ''You're mine, got it princess?'' he says as he carves ''Mine'' on my back. My only response was to moan. His cock buried deep inside of me and the chill blade was to much to take. He kept thrusting, slightly moaning. 'Daddy- ngh I'm so close to-'' I say as I get cut off by Ethan ''You're only cumming when I say you can''. He took my hair in his fist, smushing me harder to the table as more tears go down my face. ''Please ill do anythi-'' I get cut off again by another harsh slap on my ass. ''Ngh- you can- cum now'' Ethan says moaning as he releases his load into me at the same time as I squirt all over him. ''Good girl'' he says to me turning me back around. He looks at me with his smirk, leaning in to leave more hickeys on my neck. ''I would kill anyone for you'' he whispers in between kisses.

[hollowed-polaris]

A True F®iend

As I had expected, he was a creature straight from my nightmares, the ones that haunted me since my childhood. But their dread wasn’t even closer to the one when my mother sent me to the so-called “sacrifice for salvation”. Mom always said I was special, chosen by God for a glorious purpose. And I’d finally meet Dad, the hero she always spoke of, in a place beyond the stars, the so-called “Heaven” of hers.

Twelve. I was just twelve. I guess the selfishness would have made them even sacrifice a child for their sake. But when my mother was dragging me to the bonfire and the flames crackled, casting long shadows that danced like demons on the walls, Unlike the other kids, I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t terrified. I was exited for once. I wanted it to go faster. Then their chanting started, in a forgotten language that sent shivers down my spine but mom, her eyes blazed, her voice rising with each word. The others watched, their faces paled and bleached. Shame flickered in their eyes, a silent apology I couldn’t understand then. The fire roared, and a monstrous figure emerged from the flames. It wasn’t the angel I pictured, but a creature of hell. Panic clawed at my throat, but my mom’s hand shoved me forward.

“Take him!” she screamed, her voice laced with something darker than the awoken demon. “Take him and grant me salvation! Grant me powers! Give me beauty! Give me a long life! Oh Lord; thou shalt bestow the faithful servant of yours!”

The world around me blurred. Claws sunk into my flesh, searing pain ripping through me. My screams were lost in the inferno, my mother’s laughter echoing in my ears. Then, darkness. Oh, the darkness… I asked the demon who was taking me,

“Am I going to heaven? Am I going to meet my father? Am I going to be salivated?”

The creature let out a chilling laugh. “Salvation? No, child. But a powerful offering, that you are. Thou shalt be granted to the lord of the demons as a sacrifice.”

When I woke, I wasn’t a boy anymore. I was something…else. The truth settled on me like a shroud – I wasn’t going to heaven. Mom hadn’t saved me; she’d damned me. I was a sacrifice, offered not to God, but to a demon. A demon born from her lies and a love that burned hotter than any fire.

When the sulfurous stench was choking me, when the thick smoke was clinging to my lungs like a vengeful spirit. I couldn’t then understand why my mother was screaming the forbidden incantations. Which I was always forsaken to say. I once saw them written in her diary, which I thought were just ‘bad words’ and she forbade me to even ever talk about them. And I never gave them a second thought after that. But now, I was just too mesmerized by my dreams of meeting my father. The world around me was just a macabre canvas painted in shades of crimson and black. Now I knew why… The fact is, that demons not only reside in hell, but on earth too. In the shape of people. I am one myself or have become one from the “sacrificing ritual” I was subjected to. I was a blank, a nondescriptive ‘feeling less’ being.

And now here I was, standing deceived, told that fires and flames were waiting for me, Not my father. But an eternal kiss of death, or a fate even worse than death, for which I wasn’t ever told. I can see the bonfire roaring, and a pyre of desperation, fueled by my mother’s fervent chanting, now it’s echoing in my ears, and I can’t stop the salty drops from trickling down my cheeks. They aren’t even salty anymore. They too, have left me hanging, to my fate that was about to come. I don’t even know how you can even cry after what the demon told me and how shocked I was just. They say that “you can’t cry while in shock”. Again humans, lying… it is in nature

I was taken to a grand mansion, engulfed in fires and smoke. The demon who brought me here was banished here before me, now stood a hulking figure, its form shifting like smoke, revealing glimpses of obsidian skin, horns that pierced the inky sky, and eyes that glowed like embers. Yet, instead of the fiery torment I was expecting, he extended a clawed hand.

“Welcome, child,” his voice rumbled, an avalanche of sound that shook the very ground. “Don’t fear. You were not meant for the flames of the damned, but for a different kind of fire.”

Hesitant, I approached, the ground littered with bones, both human and monstrous. The demon knelt, his bulk dwarfing me. My gaze darted, searching for the familiar kindness of a human face, finding only the cruel glint of his eyes.

“What do you want?” I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the desolate landscape.

“A child,” he rumbled, his voice surprisingly gentle. “One I can call my own.”

Confusion was contorting my features. A demon, wanting a child? This concept was as bizarre as it was terrifying. He saw my terror and, with a sigh that rattled the very bones of my body, tapped my forehead. It felt numb and surprisingly loving. Like the hand of a loving parent. And I traveled into my memories. I saw myself, years younger, sitting back at the dinner table, my mother’s touch missing my cheek for the first time since my father’s passing. She had grown distant, consumed by the cult that promised her powers. In the memory, the demon, a wisp of shadow in the corner, watched me with a flicker of sympathy in his burning eyes.

“I saw the loneliness in your heart, son” he explained, “the hollowness left by a mother consumed by shadows. I wished to offer you another path, a life beyond the clutches of oblivion.”

The truth, as bizarre as it sounded, also resonated with me. My mother, blinded by her zealotry, had slashed my fate to be worse than death. Yet, this demon, this creature of infernal fire, is offering me a twisted form of hope.

Hesitantly, I reached out, my small, trembling hand, and the demon’s massive clawed fingers engulfed it. It was surprisingly warm, not the chilling touch I had imagined. A flicker of a smile crossed his monstrous face.

“Welcome, my child,” he rumbled once more, the sound softer this time, almost welcoming. “To your new home and a family forged in the fires of the Underworld.” And he kissed my cheeks. I wasn’t kissed for so long. And this kind of a meaningless act made me forget everything cruel that happened to me. And I cried and cried in his arms for a while.

Days turned to months, the green twilight painting my memories with a melancholic hue. The demon, whom I came to call ‘Zayn’, became my fatherly figure, an unexpected source of warmth and guidance in this desolate realm. He taught me the language of the damned, the lore of this infernal world, and the skills needed to survive amongst the monstrous denizens. I learned to control the shadows, my grief and rage weaving into tendrils of darkness that danced to my command. I honed my reflexes, learning to wield the obsidian blade he gifted me, its edge imbued with the very essence of his own demonic power.

Though I missed the warmth of the sun and the gentle touch of human skin, I found a twisted sense of belonging under Zayn’s tutelage. He instilled in me a sense of purpose, a reason to exist beyond the pyre of my sacrifice.

One day, I looked into his eyes, those burning embers that had once filled me with terror, now holding a flicker of warmth.

“I went home yesterday, to the earth. I saw the portal behind the trenches.”

I whispered, the words tasting foreign on my tongue. He listened patiently as I recounted my journey, the sights, the smells, the overwhelming sense of belonging and alienation that washed over me in the human world, of the hollowed-out journey. When I finished, a heavy silence descended upon us.

“Do you wish to return, son?” he finally asked, his voice laced with a hint of trepidation.

I shook my head, the decision forming within me. “No,” I said, my voice gaining strength. “This is where I now belong, with you.”

Zayn smiled, though small and fleeting, it was the most genuine expression I had ever seen on his monstrous face. He pulled me into a hug, his immense form dwarfing mine. At that moment, under the sickly green sky of the Underworld, I found a solace I never thought possible, a family forged in the fires of hell.

The end