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neverthatsirius-jo · 6 months ago

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[ 📦 ; day five ] IN LOVE TOO

summary — christmas’ gift giving brings out your insecurities in your relationship with spencer. he knows exactly what to do, as per usual.

content — spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff, insecure reader, mentions of alcohol.

word count — 1.7k

a/n — day five of the advent calendar but no it is not. sigh.

‧₊˚🎄✩ ₊˚🦌⊹♡

It’s the first time in years where you are allowing yourself to be vulnerable again and you can’t say it’s been anything but a good experience. After years of dating terrible guy after terrible guy, you had almost swore you’d never trust anyone with your heart again. You were sure you would become the lady with a bunch of cats roaming around her apartment and it didn’t seem like a bad plan in your eyes. Spencer seemed to have one of his own, though.

When you had opened your café-slash-bookstore, a dream you’d had since you were a kid and devoured books every day at the school cafeteria instead of lunch, he had been one of your first regular customers; he was definitely the first one you cared enough to remember. He didn’t talk much and at first you didn’t mind, you liked the quiet, but with each month that passed curiosity started getting the better of you. “Good morning,” and “thanks” seemed to be the only words in his vocabulary and it was starting to piss you off.

You clearly didn’t know he could probably recite the entire dictionary from memory back then.

You told your friends about the situation and when they side-eyed each other knowingly you were quick to correct them.

“It’s not like that. He just wants to be mysterious so bad it pisses me off.” You hid your face in your cup of coffee because, deep down, you knew it was exactly like that; you were just too scared to admit it yet.

You weren’t ready to admit that you were secretly hoping he’d show up for his thirty minutes of uninterrupted reading time and black coffee every morning.

The following week you had pulled an all-nighter to read the book he was to be able to talk to him about it; you didn’t confess it to him or your friends either until you reached the six month mark of dating a few weeks ago.

As soon as you had seen him walking by through the window, you’d gotten your book from beneath the counter, almost knocking over the cup of coffee you were in the process of making. You were too focused on your plan to be embarrassed about the other clients eyeing you as you tried to pretend you hadn’t seen him walk in.

The only reaction out of him that had gotten was a shy, acknowledging smile.

“Good book, huh?” You tried again when he had called you over for a refill; that was unusual, he never surpassed the one cup.

“The protagonist is a bit annoying,” he answered.

You took it as an invitation, and sat, slapping the table clumsily and definitely harder than you intended. “Right!?”

He looked a perfect amalgamation of amused and confused, but you were too far in to back out. You went on a ramble about your thoughts on the book, which, you couldn’t lie, was actually ejoyable, and were only stopped by Spencer standing up abruptly after checking his watch.

“Shit, I’m almost an hour late for work.”

He said his goodbyes to you and ran out the door. It was the first time in the months he had been coming to the café where he hadn’t thrown his trash on the can or brought his empty cup back to the counter.

‘Move has been made,’ you had texted your friend group. An assortment of cheerings and silly stickers from them followed. You ignored any follow-up questions and refused to give more details.

The next day he had asked for your number and the rest had been history; history that you had decided to materialize in a sort of scrapbook filled with pictures, tickets from dates you’d been on and the concert of your favorite band he’d taken you to as a surprise, doodles, stickers and whatever else you’d been able to find, now that you were about to reach another big milestone together. It was your first Christmas since you had met him and he had invited you to a little get-together with some of his coworkers.

Dinner with Penelope, Derek, Emily, Jennifer, and Aaron, you now know after having been properly introduced, had gone by pleasantly save for the few moments of embarrassment when retelling the story of how you and Spencer met with your cheeks flushed. After all, it hadn’t been that long since Spencer himself knew the whole story. It was met with each person’s version of ‘aw, that’s so cute’. Penelope, fan of all things romantic you inferred, even got teary-eyed; Derek didn’t let the opportunity pass him by and teased her about it.

Now that everyone has left and you are all alone with Spencer again, you worry it isn’t an appropriate Christmas gift and ponder if you should just give him the few books you had bought him as a backup plan. Books were always a good gift for a reader, but Spencer was special; he could probably finish them all in an hour.

Spencer comes back into the living room with two cups of steaming tea in hand.

“You okay?”

Damn profilers.

You let out a sound you meant as an affirmation and instead ends up as a strangled squeal. You clear your throat.

“Yes,” you try again.

He sits next to you on the sofa and gets his shoes off to match you. You turn your head to look at him, determined to stop obsessively staring at the two gift bags under the Christmas tree.

“You’re acting weird.”

You choose to concede part of it. “I was anxious about meeting everyone.” Your words fit with the way you play with the ends of your sweater sleeves and the little sips you give your tea.

“But that’s over now; it went great.” He reflects. “It’s something else.”

You shrug and he decides not to push you for an answer.

“Do you wanna see your gift?”

While curiosity is killing you, you don’t want him to open his. You accept his proposal anyway.

He hands you his bag, red with green stripes and some cellophane paper sticking out, and smiles expectantly while you open it. Inside there is a book, some bookmarks, and a little black box you instantly recognize is for jewelry.

Inside the box lies a necklace you remember pointing at from outside while you had been window shopping with Spencer just the week prior.

“Spencer, no.” Your mouth hangs open as you admire the piece of jewelry.

“You don’t like it?” His brows furrow.

“Are you kidding? It’s beautiful but—” you look at him in disbelief, “This is so expensive, I can’t—”

“I actually had something else planned…” He cuts you off, changing the subject, but you can’t stop trying to recall the price tag. “Something much more special but it didn’t arrive on time so I had to improvise a little.”

“I’m going to kill you.” The smile on your face is anything but murderous. “I feel so silly about my gift now.”

“The only thing silly is you feeling silly. Give me my gift,” he jokes, motioning with his hands for you to give him the bag you’re holding on to for dear life.

You hand over the bag to him and immediately go to cover your face. You sneak a peek through a gap in between your fingers as he’s getting the journal out.

He takes his time flipping through the pages and reading and examining everything carefully. Every once in a while he’ll run his fingers through something to feel the texture. Once he’s finished, he closes the journal and just stays still with an unreadable expression on his face.

He huffs, a sign he’s about to say something when you interrupt him with a knot in your throat; maybe you had accepted too many refills of your wine glass from Derek.

“You hate it.” The lights of the Christmas tree reflect on your glassy eyes.

“What?” His voice comes out high-pitched.

You take the bag from him and get the books out to show him. “I bought you these too.”

“I love them but—”

“I feel like a kid gifting a card with pasta glued on it for mother’s day.” A tear has started to fall down your cheek.

He grabs your wrists and calls your name, anchoring you back to the present.

“What?” You ask.

“I love it.” He lowers his head to look up at you, since you’re avoiding his eyes. “It’s probably the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given to me.”

“You mean it?”

“I do.” He stares for a moment, deciding something. “Do you wanna know what I wanted to give you originally?”

You nod as you grab a tissue to blow your nose.

He stands up and makes his way to his desk. He opens a drawer and pulls out a book you recognize immediately.

It’s a romance novel, not exactly Spencer’s genre of choice, but you can see colored sticky tabs peeking out of the first half.

He flips through the pages without showing too much but you can make out a ‘you’ with a heart next to it beside a paragraph. “It arrived two days ago and I tried to have it ready on time but—“

You launch yourself at him to shut him up with a kiss. He grabs your hips to support you and keep you on the couch.

You pull away out of breath.

“You remembered.”

“I’ll always remember.”

“That’s not fair. You have an eidetic memory.” You push him playfully.

“I like to think it works better for you.”

You sit in comfortable silence, foolishly staring into each other’s eyes.

“Do you wanna know something?”

‘I’d put your brain under a microscope if I could’ you think but choose to nod instead. You feel intense enough as is.

“The first three months I started going to the café, I never gathered the courage to ask for more packets of sugar. You always gave me just one but I never said anything because every time you looked at me you left me speechless.” He stops to take a sip from his tea and smiles. “We can now tell that story along with your book one.”

You lean in for another kiss and he tips his head back to whisper.

“You’re not the only one in love.”

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grimmsbride · 6 months ago

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Omg Ive been stalking ur account for my daily Daisuke intake and I have yet to see more sub!Daisuke. I NEED THIS MAN whimpering, yowling, growling, howling, grunting, yelling EVERYTHING💔 so pretty pls could I perchance get a crumb of giving Daisuke a handjob from behind with dominate reader🙏 -🦌

DIZZY [ daisuke x reader ]

after gentle coaxing, daisuke agrees to masturbate infront of you. unfortunately for him, he agreed to more he could bargain for

notes / uhm so my beloved 🦌 anon i struggled way more with this then i should have & it came out so half assed i’m sorry (i also kind of combined your two asks). i gotta practice with sub daisuke like way more.. but anyway i hope you do try to enjoy & as always please excuse typos or grammar mistakes as this is not beta read

“Babe… this is embarrassing.”

“How so? It’s only us, Su..”

Your lover could only grumble softly in response, eyes flicking from his lap and over to you. You sat upon the edge of his bed comfortably, dressed in something of his with your thighs exposed to the cold. Your pretty lips held a small smile, leaning onto your hand with your head resting onto your shoulder. Despite his eyes being on you, yours weren’t on him— well.. not the part he wanted anyway.

The man followed your gaze back to his waist, a flush of hot embarrassment spreading throughout his body upon noticing his own hand wrapped his dripping length. How was Daisuke in this predicament? Well, through your sweet words and gentle coaxing.

You made it know you wished to see how he “took care of himself” when you weren’t available. At first the man thought you were joking, but was rather surprised when you settled onto his bed; allowing him to take the stage.

And here he was— all in his glory, under the watchful eyes of his beloved girlfriend.

You pressed your other hand to the bed as you crept closer, “Don’t be shy Daisuke.. Just pretend I’m not here.”

How could he? Especially when he’s literally always thinking about you when in this position.

Daisuke sucked in a breath, hand carefully smoothing up and down his dick— thumb spreading along the tip, making a small mess with his precum. His eyes were fluttering closed, trying desperately to keep his breathing level. He would hate to be too loud, causing the others to hear.

Slowly, the drags of his hand got a little more calculated, fast; the man unknowingly thrusting up into his hand each time his palm pressed against his sensitive tip. His teeth were grinding into his bottom lip, soft groans muffled— much to your annoyance.

Daisuke heard shuffling on his bed, eyes slowly peeking open; jumping upon noticing you were no longer in-front of him. No, suddenly your warm body was pressed against his back, chin resting onto his shoulder whilst your arms wrapped around his waist.

“[Name]…?”

“I wanna hear you, Daisuke. I told you don’t be so shy.”

His breath was shaky, deciding to nod instead of speak; fearful of stuttering. Going back to the task at hand, he repeated his pumps, twitching each time his palm find his tip. With you no longer in-front of Daisuke could relax slightly, but not much; given the sweet encouragements you released went directly into his ear.

He trembled, gasping as the softest whine fell from his throat, fucking his hand at a quicker pace.

Suddenly your hand was brushing his own, Daisuke’s eyes snapping open once more. He watched as you gently pushed his hand away, replacing it with your own. The breath he took was sharp, mouth agape as your soft palm wrapped around his length. Slowly, you pumped him, grip firm but not painful— dragging your hand up and down expertly on account of your previous watching.

“Like this, Su?”

Daisuke nodded far too quickly, hands struggling to relax on his thighs, gripping his pants which were messily pushed down far enough. He leaned back into you, gaze growing hazy as the pleasure ran through his body.

“Mm.. fuck, ye—yeah like that..” The man groaned, breath hitching into a pitch the moment you paid extra attention to his tip. Your thumb was circling the weeping slit, two fingers enclosing it gently and jerking him. His stomach was clenching at this point, gasping out— moans hinging on whimpers the longer you went.

You watched over his shoulder, that same pretty smile stuck to your features. You couldn’t deny this little fantasy of yours that seemed to develop the moment he whimpered into your ear during sex the first time. Since that day you’ve wondered.. when else does he whimper? Moan and cry, without restraint? Shame or embarrassment no factor, simply unadulterated, unhinged pleasure.

It seemed now was your answer. Your ears rendered to the beautiful melody of his hurried breaths and desperate cries. The way he struggled to keep his hips down, struggled to keep his hands off your wrist, and struggled to not be so loud— god, you felt your own arousal basically trickling down your thighs at this point.

You turned, planting kisses to the side of his face, giggling to yourself amidst the affection. “I should have done this sooner, huh?.. You’re enjoying it so much.” You murmured, back to fisting his entire length.

Daisuke didn’t even think to answer you, knowing the words would only come out as pathetic babbles. He’s beyond confused; he’s jerked off perfectly quiet before— sure, a few groans and grunts there, but aside from that he knew how to keep his voice down. But with you.. he simply couldn’t. With each movement of your hand, the pleasure was felt throughout his entire body, nerves exposed to your control. It frustrated him, how palpable he was in your hands— yet turned him on even more.

“[Name]…. [Name] ple—please..!”

Your eyebrows rose at his call of pleasure, trekking your lips to his neck and sucking gently at the skin. “You’re close.. twitching so much in my hand.” Your eyes dropped over his shoulder, soaking of the image of his messy length. Pre-cum glazed down his shaft on account of your hand, tip flushed red from its constant attention.

The man was practically shaking at this point, chest pumping with each shaky breath that escaped. At this point his head was going slack on your shoulder, face turning into you. There, you heard it all so clearly; those pretty whimpers and cries, how he struggled to say your name— it sounded like a jumbled mess of his tongue.

A mantra of swears escaped him next before Daisuke came undone, hips rising up into your hand; practically fucking it as his high ran through him. His nails dug into his thighs, eyes pinched closed and eyebrows furrowed. Moments passed before he even calmed down, feeling your hand continue its moving.

He allowed it as he caught his breath, eyes peeling open slowly; covered in a glossy gaze. However, when the man realized you weren’t stopping, he was quick to try to reach for your hand— groaning when you suddenly picked up pace.

“Ba—baby, ple…please,— ‘m too sensitive!”

Daisuke was begging at this point, a hand resting on your wrist yet not pushing you off. He couldn’t help his hips meeting your hand either, actions clearly outweighing his words.

You smiled all the same, rising your free hand to grasp the side of his face, turning him towards you to plant a kiss onto his lips. Continuing your pumps you shifted, slowly pulling yourself from behind him, lowering him onto the bed and hovering over him soon after.

Swiftly enough that Daisuke hadn’t even noticed until the two of you pulled apart, and he felt your lips trail down from his neck to his waist.

“But you’re a mess, Su.. I can help clean you up, right?” You glanced at him through those pretty eyelashes, words taunting yet enticing. Without his reply your lips were parting, tongue rolling from your mouth and licking a thick stripe up his shaft.

His head fell back into the pillow, hands landing to his sheets instead of you. Daisuke still hadn’t a clue when he became so weak to you, nor did he really have the time to delve into you; not with your plump lips wrapping around his tip, sucking gently— cleaning him up as you promised.

Your cheeks hollowed, taking more of him into your throat. Once reaching far enough your head was bobbing, wet sounds surrounding the room each time your lips made contact with the hilt. Daisuke’s vision was going white — or was his eyes rolling to the back of his skull? Either, all restraint was leaving his body.

With his fingers digging into the sheets, he couldn’t help but release the most pathetic sounds; desperate whines crawling from his throat each time he felt your tongue drag across a pulsing vein. The overstimulating pleasure began to burn, a sensation that hurt and felt way too good all at the same time.

“Fuck.. fuck.. fu—fuck..!” Racing pants escaped him, hips rising as he gently fucked your mouth. Even in the midst of his own pleasure, Daisuke refused to hurt you. Though, he wouldn’t have to worry much longer, given that verge was approaching just as quickly as before.

Daisuke wished to warn you, deciding it would be truly rude to come without warning. But as he pushed for words, they came out jumbled and messy— an intelligible sentence that caused heat to rush throughout his entire body.

Luckily, you seemed to be more in tune with his body than he was, eyes flicking to his features and smirking. You loved it all. His eyes clouded and squinted, a red crossing his tanned features, the way he alternated between biting his lip and letting his voice fly; you should have done this sooner.

Pulling up, you paid extra attention to his tip, sucking harshly and moaning the moment he filled your mouth. He came out messily, collecting on your tongue— some spilling out and trickling down his dick to his uncovered thighs.

Much to Daisuke’s happiness you were letting up this time, pulling away and swallowing the mess he left. With time to finally breathe the man’s vision went back to normal, gaze landing upon you as his heavy pants slowed.

“I think.. you almost killed me.” He huffed out, watching as you crawled over his body, hands rising to glide across your arms.

You smiled, leaning to press a wet kiss to his cheek.

“Next time.. I’m aiming for three.”

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sturniololuvz · 3 months ago

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Can you make a story where the triplets sister (18) is like “big chested” and has a good body (trying not to be rude lol) anyways, and men always cat call her. One day they were at the beach and a ton of men where cat calling her and the triplets make sure they protect her (🦌)

“Always Protected”

Sturniolos x sister

TW: catcalling, random guy touches y/n.

The beach was packed, the summer heat making everything feel heavier, but Y/N was used to the attention. It didn’t matter what she wore—tight jeans, an oversized hoodie, or, in this case, a bikini—men always noticed. And not in a respectful way.

She adjusted her bikini top as she walked beside her brothers, trying not to let her discomfort show. She was confident, but the way men looked at her sometimes made her skin crawl.

And today was worse than usual.

“Damn, look at that,” one man murmured loud enough for his group to hear—but it was obvious he wanted her to hear it too.

“Look at those tits, bro. Fucking crazy,” another chuckled.

“She knows exactly what she’s doing in that bikini,” a third one added.

Y/N stiffened, biting the inside of her cheek. She didn’t want to react. She just wanted to get to their spot, sit down, and pretend these creeps didn’t exist.

But her brothers? They were not built like that.

Chris froze in his tracks, his jaw clenching so tight she thought his teeth might crack.

Nick’s entire body stiffened beside her.

Matt’s face darkened, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

But before any of them could say anything, one of the men took it a step further.

“Bet she’d look even better bent over,” the guy smirked, licking his lips as his friends laughed.

And then—one of them reached out.

Y/N barely had time to react before she felt a disgusting hand trail down her exposed lower back, fingers way too close to her bikini bottoms.

That was it.

Chris turned so fast she barely saw it happen before he shoved the guy back, making him stumble into the sand.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Chris seethed, his voice sharp, eyes blazing with fury.

The guy, clearly embarrassed in front of his friends, scoffed as he stood up. “Relax, man. It’s a compliment.”

Matt laughed—but it was a dark, humorless sound. “A compliment?” He stepped forward, and the guy actually backed up a little. “Touch my sister again and see what happens.”

“Damn,” one of the other men muttered. “Didn’t know she came with a security team.”

Nick, who had been silently fuming, finally spoke up. “Yeah? Well, consider this your warning. Look at her, talk about her, breathe in her direction again, and I swear to God, we’ll make sure you regret it.”

Y/N had seen her brothers mad before, but this was different.

The air was thick with tension, the guys shifting uncomfortably now that they realized they weren’t dealing with some scared little girl and her passive brothers.

And when Chris took another step forward—cracking his knuckles—they finally backed off.

“Whatever, man,” the guy muttered. “Not that serious.”

Chris lunged before Matt grabbed his arm, stopping him from actually swinging. “Get the fuck out of here,” Matt warned, his voice dangerously low.

The guys muttered to themselves as they walked away, but they didn’t say another word to Y/N.

She exhaled shakily, trying to calm her racing heart.

Chris turned to her immediately. “You okay?” His voice was softer now, but his body was still buzzing with rage.

Y/N nodded, though she still felt sick to her stomach. “Yeah. Just… I hate when that happens.”

Nick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t get how guys can be such disgusting pieces of shit.”

Matt wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in. “If this ever happens again, you tell us. You don’t have to deal with this alone.

After cooling off in the sun, they decided to head into the ocean. The water was perfect—warm but refreshing, with small waves rolling in just enough to make it fun. Y/N swam a little farther out, letting the water rise to her shoulders as she tried to enjoy the moment.

That’s when she felt it.

A hand.

A disgusting, unfamiliar hand slipping down her back.

Before she could even react, fingers slid into the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

Y/N gasped, jerking forward, spinning around with wide eyes—only to see some random guy standing way too close, a smug grin on his face.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he drawled. “Just helping you fix ‘em.”

Her stomach dropped.

She felt sick.

Before she could even form words, the man was ripped backward.

Chris grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him into the water, sending him stumbling. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?”

Nick was right behind him, his face a storm of pure rage. “Did you just fucking touch my sister?” His voice was low, lethal.

Matt, normally the calmest of the three, was already shoving the guy back again. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

The guy held up his hands, acting innocent. “Dude, chill. It was just a joke.”

“A joke?” Chris snapped, water dripping from his hair as he lunged forward. “You put your hands on my sister. You think that’s fucking funny?”

By now, people were starting to stare. The tension was thick. The guy tried to back up, but Nick wasn’t letting him go anywhere.

“You’re lucky we don’t beat the shit out of you right now,” Matt muttered.

Y/N, still shaken, swallowed hard. She could barely process what had just happened.

Chris turned to her immediately, his voice softer but still filled with fury. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head, though she still felt violated. “I just wanna get out of the water.”

That was all they needed to hear.

Chris turned back to the guy, his expression pure disgust. “If I ever see you again, I swear to God—”

Nick shoved him one last time, making him stumble in the water. “Get the fuck out of here.”

The guy, realizing he wasn’t about to win this one, muttered something under his breath before swimming off in the opposite direction.

But it didn’t matter.

The damage was done.

Chris, Nick, and Matt immediately surrounded Y/N, guiding her out of the water, their presence a wall between her and the rest of the world.

Once they were back on the sand, Y/N let out a shaky breath, trying to compose herself.

“You’re okay,” Matt reassured her, rubbing her back. “We got you.”

Chris still looked like he was ready to kill someone. “I fucking hate men.”

Nick exhaled sharply. “Same.”

Y/N managed a small, tired smile, despite the situation. “Good thing I have you guys, then.”

Chris wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. “Damn right you do. No one’s ever touching you again.”

Nick and Matt nodded, their eyes still scanning the beach, making sure no one else dared to look in her direction.

No matter what happened, Y/N knew one thing for sure—her brothers would always protect her.

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lorasdolly · 5 months ago

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Thought of some fluff with Ambessa.

Ambessa with a reader who never learned how to care for their curly hair properly. Their hair is similar but due to circumstances, reader just never learned how to manage/properly care for their curls and it shows.

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𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠/ 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊

Ambessa's hands engrossed you in the bath, her legs spread as you sat inbetween them. Your back was up against her chest, both nude but in the hot water. Your eyes fluttered clothes as her hands massaged your scalp, bubbling up with the shampoo she used.

You hummed, feeling her broad figure behind yours. Ambessa had recently commented on your hair, wondering why she'd never seen you take care of it.

Your first response was to whine and complain about her bluntness, but she didn't give you a chance to before she was dragging you into a bath.

It wasn't the worst thing, she started whispering sweet things in you ear as she washed your hair. She took the shower head, gently rinsing the shampoo off and kissing the top of your head.

She repeated that once again, then lathered your hair in conditioner, only using her own products on your hair. "You didn't have to do this, 'Bessa." You said gently, leaning into her touch.

"And why not? Aren't I allowed to care for you?" She spoke, not paying much mind to your words. Her hands worked magic, nearly falling asleep in her arms.

"It's embarrassing," She scoffed at your words, grabbing your chin gently to turn your face, both of your eyes meeting. "It's embarrassing that you had to call me out on something like this."

Her thumb traced small circles on the side of your chin, "You need not to be ashamed. That's why I'm here." She reassured. Her hand let go of your chin, moving to rinse the conditioner too.

You shift awkwardly once the water pressure is turned off and she drains the bath, wrapping you in a towel and then herself. "Have you ever used any creams on your hair, dear?" She asked, using a smaller towel to dry you hair a tad bit.

"I— I've tried but they don't work." She chuckles softly, grabbing a few things and setting them down on the sink. Her hands wrap around you, moving to your under thighs. "Around me, dearest."

Your arms go around her neck, soon hoisted up by her onto the other side of the sink. She detangles it in sections, cooing softly in your ear.

She gets a generous amount of cream, apply it in the same sections tenderly. She notices the way you drift off, staring into her eyes without any focus. "Are you going to learn or will I be having to do it for you every time?" She says playfully.

You snap out of the trance, focusing on her movements. "Perhaps." You say, eyes flickering.

"Perhaps, what, dear? Perhaps I'll do this each time?" She questions, washing her hands in the sink, both of you still in your towels, yours slightly coming off.

She kisses your forehead, "Do you want it to air dry, dear?" Her voice is mellow against your forehead, her hands adjusting the towel.

You nod softly, wrapping your arms around her so she could hoist you up again into her arms, "Can we watch a movie, 'Bessa?"

She chuckles throatily, quickly thinking about how her routines have changed since she's been with you, accommodating her life to yours. "Alright."

(𝗔-𝗡 ; 𝗽𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 😩 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲)

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scoutswritingcorner · 1 year ago

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Can we have Reader ovulating so she's VERY horny x Alastor? (I'm ovulating rn and ovulation hornyness is no joke)

The Best Medicine

Alastor x GN!Reader

TW:NSFW- MINORS GO- 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: As a transman- I totally understand Anon. I hope you feel better. ALSO SORRY I WAS STRUGGLING SO HARD TO WRITE A FIC- But I was only able to do headcanons- ALSO THIS AFAB GN!READER

-🦌 First off all let me say this, his mama raised him right. A gentleman and will love you no matter what. But he’s still a little confused about everything so if you don’t mind explaining it to him he’d be grateful. Don’t be embarrassed about anything he’s a serial killer and cannibal, he’s not embarrassed about a little blood.

-🦌 Now- He’ll help you in anyway you want. But he’ll stop you if it makes him uncomfortable so when you do ask for him to fuck you, he’ll most likely use his fingers more often than not. Don’t worry, he’ll be extra careful with his claws.

-🦌 If he doesn’t, don’t worry he’ll let his shadow take his place and man..it can do wonders. He’s still watching so it’s up to you if you feel down for that.

-🦌 But for this request let’s say he is willing to go all the way to help you out, he’s dicking you down until your nothing but a whimpering mess under him. Doesn’t matter which way you wanna bend, he’s not letting you up until you're a blubbering and whimpering tearful mess under him.

-🦌 His still fully clothed and if you do end up getting his clothes a little bloody (it happens, nothing to be ashamed of) don’t freak out he knows the easiest way to get blood out.

-🦌 Oh will definitely use his tongue as well, the taste of blood and the fact he’s pleasuring you? Making you happy and feeling better? This makes him happier than you, he just wants you to be happy.

-🦌 Afterwards? He’s running you a hot bath and running off to change the bedsheets, get you some warm clothes and some jambalaya. You need to eat and hydrate after such a long session.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor hazbin hotel #gn reader #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor x gn!reader

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freshl6ve · 10 months ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : At the bustling Summer Smash festival in Chicago, Chris Sturniolo and his brother Matt, accompanied by Y/N, navigate through the lively crowds. The brothers are frequently recognized and asked for photos, adding to the festival's electric atmosphere. As the day progresses, Chris’s excitement grows, particularly for his upcoming performance with his favorite artist, Lil Skies. Feeling overwhelmed and craving a brief escape from the festival's chaos, Chris becomes eager for a quick, intimate moment. He convinces Y/N to return to the hotel with him, seeking a private retreat before he hits the stage. Their hurried getaway provides a moment of connection amidst the festival frenzy.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬. The city of Chicago blurs outside the window, a dizzying mix of tall buildings and summery sun. The energy in the cab is palpable; Chris is bouncing his leg up and down nervously while Matt scrolls through his phone, seemingly unfazed.

“Can you believe it's finally here?” Chris exclaims, breaking the silence. “Lil Skies is about to be right in front of me man, this is crazy!”

Matt chuckles, glancing at his brother. “You've been talking about this nonstop for months. I'm surprised you haven't lost your voice yet.”

Chris grins widely, unabashed in his excitement. “How could I not? He's been my favorite artist for years now. It's like a dream come true, man. I just hope I don't embarrass myself when I meet him later.”

I turn to Chris, offering a reassuring smile. “You won't embarrass yourself, Chris. You guys are practically best friends at this point. Remember when you went on stage with him last year? Everything went smoothly then, and it'll be the same this time.”

Chris lets out a sigh of relief, his leg finally stilling. “Yeah, yeah you're right. I just get so nervous sometimes, you know? I don't want to say something stupid or just embarrass myself”

I reach out and place my hand gently on Chris's thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze. “You'll be fine, Chris. You're one of the most genuine and charismatic people I know. Skies loves you, just like everyone else does.”

Chris glances down at my hand on his thigh, a touch of bashfulness in his expression. He smiles softly, his nervous energy seemingly soothed by my gesture.

“Thanks,” he says quietly, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. Matt looks up from his phone, catching our interaction and smirking to himself.

The Uber comes to a gradual stop outside the festival grounds. I reach for my bag as Chris and Matt gather their things.

“Thank you so much,” I say to the driver, adding a generous tip on my phone. Matt thanks the driver as well, and the three of us step out of the car and into the chaotic frenzy of the festival.

Chris, still holding my hand, looks at both me and Matt with an excited gleam in his eyes. “Skies invited me to hang out at his artist venue before his set. Let's head over there before the crowds get even crazier.”

Matt nods, following Chris's lead as we navigate together through the festival grounds. People recognize us every so often, asking for photos or short videos. Chris and Matt oblige graciously, their easy charm on full display. However, Chris seems to be focused on one thing entirely now— getting to the artist venue quickly.

As we're walking, a familiar voice calls out from the crowd. “Chris! Matt!”

We turn to see a group of fans standing nearby, waving and smiling. Chris and Matt immediately respond with waves and friendly greetings, taking a moment to stop and chat. I stand back a bit, giving them space to interact with their fans.

The fans around us recognize me too, and some of them ask for pictures with me as well. I happily oblige, posing for a few quick snaps while smiling warmly. A few of them also ask if I can take pictures of them with Chris and Matt, and I nod, holding up my phone to capture the precious moments.

The fan interaction goes on for a few more minutes, with Chris and Matt, chatting with their fans. Even though Chris was eager to get to the artist venue, he never rushes the fans, genuinely taking the time to make each interaction special.

During our interaction with the fans, several of them compliment me, expressing how pretty they think I am and how lucky I am to spend time with Chris and Matt. Chris, always observant, overhears these comments and a subtle smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He's used to some fans feeling possessive or jealous about interactions with girls, so it's a pleasant change for him to see the fans being supportive.

Amidst the flurry of compliments, one fan curiously asks me, “Are you and Chris dating?” I quickly respond, my tone casual, “No, we're just really good close friends.”

Chris stands close by, listening in and noticing the subtle change in my demeanor. It's not that we're ashamed to be a couple, but we just aren't quite ready to share that news publicly.

The fan nods in understanding, seemingly satisfied with my response. However, Chris can't help but steal a quick glance at me. He appreciates the fact that I chose not to reveal our relationship at this moment, knowing that when we're ready to make our love public, we'll do it on our own terms.

Matt glances down at his phone, noticing the time. He leans into Chris, speaking quietly in his ear, “We need to go, more people are coming in.”

Chris nods, addressing the fans once more. “It was nice meeting you guys. Remember to stay hydrated, it's going to be a hot one out here today.” He then takes my hand firmly, signaling that it's time to move on.

With a final wave to the fans, Chris resumes leading the way through the festival grounds, his hand still firmly grasping mine. The crowds seem to get denser as we approach the artist venue. Chris's impatience to see Skies becomes more evident, his steps quicker now.

We weave through the throngs of people, the buzz of excitement in the air growing louder with each step. As we near the entrance to the artists' area, I can feel Chris's grip on my hand tighten. Security guards stand at the gate, checking credentials before letting anyone through.

Chris and Matt both pull out their all-access passes, flashing them to the guards. The guards nod in acknowledgment, giving us a cursory glance, and then wave us through. We pass a few other artists loitering around, some familiar, some not, but Chris is focused on one thing only— Skies.

The artist area is a whole different world compared to the festival outside. It's still bustling, but it feels more contained and intimate. We spot Skies across the room, chatting with his crew. Chris's eyes light up as he spots his friend, and he quickens his pace, pulling me along with him.

As we approach, Chris and Skies immediately spot each other. Chris lets go of my hand, his face breaking into a huge smile. He and Skies greet each other with a dap, pulling each other into a tight hug. Matt joins in, greeting Skies with the same enthusiasm.

Skies notices my presence and asks casually, “Who's your plus one?”Chris grins and introduces me, “Oh, this is my girl, Y/N. She came along with us this year.”

“Y/N this is Skies, Skies this is Y/N” I smile and shake Skies's hand, introducing myself, “Nice to meet you.” Skies returns the smile, saying, “The pleasure is all mine.”

Now that introductions are out of the way, the guys fall into easy conversation, swapping stories and catching up. Skies is genuinely happy to see Chris, his warm smile never leaving his face. Matt chimes in occasionally, keeping the conversation lighthearted and friendly. For a moment, they almost forget I'm standing there, until Chris subtly puts his arm around my waist, pulling me a little closer.

As they chat, I stand there quietly, occasionally glancing over at Chris. His hand rests comfortably around my waist, his thumb rubbing small circles against my hip. Every now and then he glances at me, shooting me a soft smile before rejoining the conversation with Skies and Matt.

While the guys talk, I pull out my phone to check something. A mischievous idea pops into my head, and I say jokingly, “Chris, say cheese”

Chris, always game, grins and poses, throwing a peace sign and sticking out his tongue. I snap a picture, then continue taking a few more fun snaps of him in different goofy poses. Suddenly, he grabs my phone and leans in and plant a small kiss on my lips, snapping one more pic for good measure.

Matt, who was watching our little photo session with an amused expression, chuckles and jokingly rolls his eyes. “Can you two get a room or something?”

I playfully swat him on the arm, while Chris laughs, his arm still around my shoulder. We're all having a good time, caught up in the lighthearted banter and the carefree atmosphere of the festival.

The guys continue their conversation, their voices blending into the background noise of the artist area. Chris's arm stays wrapped around my shoulder, his thumb idly drawing circles on my skin through my shirt. Despite the chaotic buzz around us, this simple gesture grounds me, reminding me that he's here with me, that we're sharing this experience together.

As I listen to the guys chatting, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment. Being here with Chris, experiencing this moment with him... it's perfect.

The conversation between the guys ebbs and flows, covering a range of topics from music to recent events. Chris occasionally chimes in with a witty comment or a humorous anecdote, earning laughs from both me and the others. In between conversations, he would sneak a quick glance at me, his gaze warm and affectionate, before returning to the discussion.

As the conversation continues, Chris gently pulls me in front of him, his arms wrapping around my waist like they were made to fit there. He pulls me a little closer, my back resting against his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder.

In this position, I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, his breath warm against my neck. His touch is comforting, anchoring me to him.

As the guys continue talking, I lean back just slightly, unintentionally pushing back against Chris. His breath hitches slightly at the contact, his arms instinctively tightening around my waist. We're so close that I can feel the beating of his heart against my back, the steady rhythm picking up just a notch.

Realizing the unintentional touch, I quickly apologize. “Oh, sorry,” I murmur, glancing back at Chris.

He just laughs softly, his lips brushing against my ear as he replies, “You don't need to apologize. I don't mind.”

As Chris's lips brush against my ear, a playful thought crosses my mind. I feign offense and whisper back, “Chris, behave yourself. We're in public, remember”

He chuckles softly, pulling me closer, “Can't help it, ma. You make it too hard to be good.” I slap his arm lightly, pretending to be upset but unable to suppress a smile. “You're incorrigible.”

As the guys continue to chat, Chris leans in, his lips close to my ear. He whispers so only I can hear, “Wanna go back to the hotel room and help me relax a bit?”

His voice is sultry, a hint of desire in his tone. I can feel his breath against my skin, stirring something within me. I reply quietly, “What about Matt?”

Chris glances toward Matt, who is now engaged in conversation with Skies. He's unlikely to notice our absence right away. “Matt's busy, he won't mind,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I pretend to consider it, playing along with his game, “Are you sure?”

Chris turns to Matt and Skies, interrupting their conversation. “Hey, I just remembered... I left my hoodie at the hotel room.” Matt rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath, “I told you to grab it before we left, you idiot.”

“I know, I thought I wasn’t going to need it though” Chris glances at Skies and Matt, his plan formulating. “I’m gonna go back to the hotel really quick to grab it. I should be back before you go on stage”

Skies just nodded. Chris grabs my hand firmly, his fingers intertwined with mine, and leads me out of the Artist venue. We exit the noisy, chaotic area, making our way through the main festival grounds. He pulls out his phone, quickly requesting an Uber to the hotel.

As we walk, fans occasionally call out for Chris to stop and chat. However, Chris, focused on his plan, keeps his pace steady. He shoots apologetic smiles to the fans and waves. He's keen to get to the hotel, knowing that he has to be back in time for Skies' performance.

A few fans try to approach, but Chris politely declines, explaining that he's on a bit of a time crunch. He keeps his pace quick, his hand firmly around mine. A few disappointed fans call out after us, but he doesn't stop.

We reach a fairly quiet spot away from the main crowds, waiting for the Uber to arrive. He glances down at his phone, checking to see how long until the car arrives.

A few minutes later, a car pulls up, and we get in. The Uber driver greets us, and Chris gives him the hotel address.

We buckle up as the car pulls away, and I glance at Chris, a small smirk playing on my lips. He notices and gives me a sly smile in return, seemingly proud of his little plan.

During the ride, Chris's hand rests on my thigh, his thumb drawing small circles. His touch is warm and reassuring, and I can feel the tension in his body, knowing he's eager for what's to come.

We chat idly with the Uber driver, maintaining a casual demeanor externally, albeit a hint of anxiousness and anticipation beneath the surface.

As the car continues through the city, heading towards the hotel, we talk about mundane topics, keeping things light and easy. All the while, I can feel the air of expectancy growing in the small car. Chris's hand on my thigh occasionally tightens, his touch a silent message of his desire and impatience.

The drive goes by quickly, and soon we arrive at the hotel. Chris pays the Uber driver and we get out of the car, his hand taking mine once more as we enter the hotel lobby.

We make our way to the elevator, waiting for a few moments until it arrives and we step inside. The second the elevator doors close, Chris's body is pressed against mine, pinning me against the wall. His lips find mine as he kisses me hungrily, his hands gripping my hips.

His touch is ardent, filled with the pent-up need that has been building since we left the festival grounds. His tongue glides against my own, igniting a fire deep within me.

He pulls me closer, his body flush against mine, his hands gripping my hips with a possessive touch. I can feel his heart racing, the rapid rhythm mirroring my own. I respond to his kiss, my hands clinging to the fabric of his shirt as he explores my mouth intently.

The elevator ride seems to be taking forever, but we're too lost in each other to care. All that matters is this moment, this passionate exchange of desire.

The elevator pings, signaling our arrival at our floor, and the doors open. Chris breaks the kiss, though reluctantly, and grabs my hand tightly. He leads the way out of the elevator, striding purposefully down the corridor towards our room.

His steps are hurried, filled with a mixture of impatience and urgency. I follow behind him, feeling the excitement and determination radiating from his every move.

Chris pulls the key card from his wallet with a swift, almost frantic, motion. He opens the door, pushing it open wide before immediately pinning me against it. The door closes behind us, shutting out the outside world and enclosing us in private seclusion.

His body is pressed against me once more, trapping me between him and the door. His hands find their way to my waist, his mouth reclaiming mine in a possessive kiss.

He kisses me fiercely, his tongue delving into my mouth with a sense of urgency, as if he's starving for me. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place, while he deepens the kiss. I respond eagerly, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He presses himself against me, his body hot against mine, the evidence of his desire evident as he grinds his hips into me.

Chris's lips find their way to my neck, mouthing along the sensitive skin. His kisses are firm, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh. I gasp, my head tipping back, a soft moan of pleasure escaping my lips as I breathe out his name.

“Chris...,” I whisper breathlessly, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He hums against my neck, the vibration sending a shiver down my spine. His tongue glides over the spot he just kissed, and then he nips at my earlobe, his teeth gently tracing the line of my ear.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “Say my name again.”

I comply, repeating his name in a breathless whisper. “Chris,” I breathe, my fingers running softly through his hair. “Chris...”

He groans, his lips trailing down my neck to my collarbone, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt, his touch urgent and impatient.

Without breaking the kiss, Chris slides his hands down to my thighs, gripping them tightly. In one swift motion, he lifts me off the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

He carries me across the room, his lips still pressed against mine, and crosses to the bed. He lays me down gently, following me down and settling between my legs, his body pressing into mine.

The mattress dips under our weight, causing the bed to creak softly. His body is hot and firm against mine, his hands roaming under my shirt, leaving trails of fire on my skin. I arch into him, my body craving his touch, wanting more.

The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, the air heavy with the palpable tension between us.

Chris kisses a trail down my throat, his hands slowly pushing my shirt up as he goes. He pulls back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire, and tugs my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.

His gaze roams over my bare skin, admiration and hunger in his eyes. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands trailing down my body, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Chris's hands slide down to my hips, his fingers finding the zipper of my skirt. He pulls it down slowly, his eyes locked on mine as he does so. The denim slides down my legs, leaving me in only my underwear and bra.

His gaze roams over my body, appreciating every dip and curve, his hands roaming over my newly exposed skin.

Chris moves over me, his body hovering above mine. He gazes down at me for a moment, his eyes filled with affection and desire, before ducking his head down and kissing me deeply.

His lips are firm and insistent against mine, his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. I melt into him, hands grasping at his back, pulling him closer, my body on fire with need.

I feel a sudden rush of boldness and determination, inspired by both the heated moment and my desire to help him relax. With a surprising strength, I push against his chest, flipping us over so that he's now laying under me, his back against the bed.

I settle myself on top of him, legs straddling his hips, and regard him with a playful smirk. “Let me help you relax those nerves before you go on stage with Skies.”

Chris stares up at me, surprise and excitement sparkling in his eyes. A slow, sultry smile spreads across his face as he realizes my intentions. His hands find my bare thighs, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

“Oh, ma,” he purrs, his voice huskier than usual. “You're more than welcomed to help me relax in any way you want.”

I lean down, capturing his lips in a soft, but firm kiss. When I break away, I murmur against his skin, “Good. Now relax and focus on me.”

With that, I begin trailing kisses down his neck, my lips gently nipping at the sensitive flesh. I can feel his pulse under my lips, racing and erratic.

His hands find purchase on my hips, his grip tight as I continue to pepper kisses along his neck and collarbone. I can feel his body responding to my touch, his breathing becoming more ragged, his heart rate increasing.

He lets out a low moan, his head tilting back against the pillow, his eyes closing as he focuses on the sensations my kisses are evoking in him.

My hands move to the hem of his shirt, my fingers tugging at the fabric gently. I slowly pull the shirt up his body, my hands tracing along his abdomen, feeling the taut, muscled flesh under my palms.

His skin is hot to the touch, his muscles flexing slightly at my touch. I hum appreciatively, my fingers exploring every dip and contour as I continue to reveal more of him.

I pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside, admiring his bare chest for a moment before continuing my assault. My lips find the hollow of his throat, my tongue tracing up to his Adam's apple. My hands move to his chest, exploring the planes of muscle and skin, my touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Chris gasps softly, his back arching slightly, his hands gripping my hips tighter.

My mouth trails down his chest, my teeth gently nipping at the tender flesh. I focus on areas where the marks won't be easily visible once he wears his shirt again.

I leave a trail of kisses and gentle bites, my lips occasionally sucking at the skin, leaving small, red marks in my wake. Chris groans when I find a particularly sensitive spot on his chest, his body jerking slightly under my touch.

“God, ma,” he breathes, his voice thick with need. “You're driving me crazy.”

His fingers dig into my hips, his body arching up into mine. His eyes are dark with desire, his lips parted as he pants for breath.

I continue my descent, my lips and tongue mapping out his chest, my hands roaming over his muscled torso. He's responsive to my every touch, his body reacting to each caress.

My hands reach the waistband of his jeans, and I pause for a moment, looking up at him through my eyelashes. His gaze is hazy with desire, his eyes pleading silently for more.

I tease for a moment, my fingers grazing the skin just above his jeans, before I start to unbutton them, slowly pulling down the zipper.

I slip my hand into the opening, my fingers brushing against the hot, hard length of him. He groans low in his throat, his hips instinctively bucking forward as if seeking more contact. I wrap my hand around him, giving a slow, teasing stroke from base to tip.

Chris moans louder, his eyes fluttering shut as I continue to touch him with just the right amount of pressure and speed. I can feel him trembling slightly under my touch, and he whines softly, pushing himself further into my grip.

I pull his boxers down, revealing his fully erect cock. It stands proudly, thick and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I wrap my lips around the head, teasingly licking at it before taking him into my mouth inch by delicious inch.

Chris moans and gasps with pleasure, his hands reaching down to grip the back of my head. He thrusts gently, slowly, savoring the feeling of my mouth on him. “Oh fuck,” he gasps out, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Your mouth... so fucking good.”

Chris whines and pleads, his breathing becoming more erratic as I continue to suck him. “Don’t stop... please don't stop,” he pants out, his fingers tangling in my hair. His hips buck faster, desperate for more friction, more pleasure.

I increase my pace, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck him harder. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath it. Chris's whimpers and moans become more frantic, his grip on my hair tightening.

His body starts to tremble as I feel him reaching his climax. I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, faster, until he's hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. Chris cries out, his voice raw with pleasure as he finally gives in, spilling hot ropes of cum down my throat.

Chris lies back, panting heavily, a satisfied smile on his face. I smirk, hovering over him, my fingers trailing teasingly down his chest. “Feel good?” I say, my voice low and husky. Chris blinks up at me, still trying to catch his breath.

Chris gave me a nod with a lazy smile on his face. I grin back, taking the opportunity to take off my bra, letting my breasts spill out into his view. I then slide off my underwear, leaving me completely naked in front of him.

I straddle Chris, my dripping wet pussy hovering just above his cock. I tease him, rubbing my folds against the length of his shaft, smearing my juices on him, making him twitch in response.

Chris wraps his arms around my waist, his hands digging into my hips as he effortlessly flips me over onto my back. He positions himself between my spread thighs, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. Without warning, he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside me in one swift motion.

Chris starts to fuck me with a raw, primal hunger. With each thrust, he pounds into me deeper, harder than before, claiming every inch of my body. He lets out a guttural moan as he takes control, losing himself in the moment.

I arch my back, crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain as Chris continues to ravage me. “Chris, slow down,” I whimper, my voice barely above a breathless moan. But he doesn't listen, his pace relentless, driving into me with a force that makes my vision blur.

Chris slows down his pace, leaning over me to whisper in my ear. “You can take it,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin. He lifts my legs up over his shoulders, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting a spot deep inside me that makes me gasp.

With my legs over his shoulders, Chris resumes his relentless pace, driving into me with a force that makes my whole body tremble. Every nerve ending is on fire, my breath hitching as I moan and whimper beneath him.

Chris's thrusts become even more brutal, his cock pounding into my drenched pussy with a wet, obscene sound. My inner walls clench around him, trying to milk his length, as my juices flow freely, coating his shaft and dripping down onto the sheets beneath us.

Chris grabs ahold of my hips, pulling me roughly against him as he fucks me with an intensity that makes my whole body tremble. My moans turn into screams as I feel myself nearing the edge, my muscles tensing and clenching with every brutal thrust.

As I shatter in a climax, my pussy clamping down on Chris's cock, he doesn't let up, continuing to pound into me with a primal, animalistic ferocity. My juices gush out around him, making the sounds of our flesh slapping together even louder and more lewd.

Chris breaks the kiss, trailing hot, desperate kisses down my neck and over my collarbone. When he reaches my ear, he growls softly, his hot breath sending chills down my spine. “You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you?”

Chris senses my reluctance to admit the truth, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “Admit it, baby,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on my skin. “You love it when I lose control and take you hard, just like this.”

A shiver runs through me at his words, my cheeks flushing with a mix of guilt and arousal. I can't deny the intense pleasure I felt when Chris let’s go and ravished me with primal desire. It was raw, animalistic, and utterly intoxicating.

Chris starts to move within me with long, slow thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of my depths with agonizing slowness. “Tell me,” he pants, his voice husky with desire, “how many times do you want me to fill this pretty little pussy with my cum?”

“Tell me, baby,” Chris growls, his thrusts getting faster and more forceful as he demands an answer. I can only whimper in response, my nails digging into his biceps as I hold onto him for dear life.

“Do you like it when I fuck you so deep, your tight little cunt is milking my cock for every drop of cum?” Chris asks, his words punctuated by harder, faster thrusts that make me cry out in ecstasy.

“Do you like it when I use you like my personal fuck toy, pounding you into the mattress until you can't walk straight?” Chris grits out, his hips slapping against mine with brutal force. “Do you crave the feeling of my cock claiming your throat, marking you as mine for everyone to see?”

“Do you love the way I make you scream, your pleasure so intense it borders on pain?” Chris snarls, his thrusts becoming a frenzied pace now. “Do you secretly hope I'll breed you raw, fill your fertile womb with my seed until you're swollen with my child?”

“Do you fucking like it?” Chris demands, his voice straining with pleasure as I clench around him, milking his cock for every last drop. “Say it, goddamn it!”

Chris grabs my face with one large hand, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my cheeks as he thrusts himself in and out of me with brutal force. Spit drips from the corners of my mouth, tears streaming down my cheeks as I gasp for breath around him.

Chris fucks me mercilessly, the head of his cock battering against my cervix with every thrust. I moan around him, the sound muffled and desperate. “Please...more...Oh Chris, yes!”

The dirty talk and brutal fucking push me to the brink of sanity. I'm sobbing and moaning, begging for more, my nails leaving half-moon indents in Chris's skin as I cling to him for dear life. “F-fuck me harder! Fill me up, mark me as yours!”

Chris doesn't slow down, pumping his hips in a fast, hard rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall and bed frame creaking ominously under us. But he's close—I can feel him throbbing inside me, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate.

“Shit, fuck, goddamn...” Chris chants, his balls slapping against my ass as he pounds into me. The sound of our bodies coming together again and again fills the room with a symphony of pleasure. “I'm going to fill you up, my dirty little slut.”

Chris leans down, his hot breath fanning over my neck. I wrap my arms around him, my fingers digging into the hard planes of his back as I hold him against me. His hair is a mess, sweat-dampened strands clinging to his forehead.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Chris moans against my neck, his lips moving against my skin in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. His hips jerk, driving himself deeper, harder into me, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in our joined bodies.

The scratches on his back send a burst of pain through his body, but that pain only fuels his desire. “Shit,” he moans, his fingers digging into my hips as he draws me closer, his thrusts becoming rougher and more desperate.

The sound of our bodies coming together is loud and obscene, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Chris buries his face in my neck, his moans growing louder and more frantic as he feels himself on the edge. “Oh god, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum...”

He grits his teeth, fighting against the overwhelming pleasure that's threatening to consume him. “Fuck, baby, I can't...” Chris pants, his cock throbbing inside me as he prepares for his release.

And then the dam breaks. With a loud moan, I tighten around him, my walls spasming as my orgasm crashes over me. “Oh fuck, Chris!” I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair as I ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Chris gasps, his hips stuttering as the sensation of my quivering walls sparks a fresh surge of pleasure. “Fuck, Y/N... fuck,” he moans. He reaches down, his fingers brushing against my sensitive flesh, and I cry out, my grip on his forearm tightening as I'm overwhelmed by another surge of pleasure.

I'm so close to the edge, my entire body tensing up as I feel a third orgasm building inside me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer, my gasps turning into loud cries as my pleasure skyrockets. “Chris! Oh god, Chris!”

“Fuck, don't stop, Chris!” I beg him, my grip on his wrist tightening as I'm overtaken by another burst of pleasure that has me seeing stars. “Oh god...” I moan helplessly. “I... I can't…”

And then it hits, a third climax crashing over me like a tidal wave. I throw my head back, a long, keening cry escaping my lips as my body shudders and convulses beneath Chris. My inner walls clench down around him, milking him for all he's worth.

Chris tenderly presses small kisses along my jawline and neck, his lips brushing against my sensitive skin as we both try to catch our breath. He moves down, dropping soft pecks onto my collarbones and the tops of my breasts, his hair tickling me as he moves.

I reach up, my fingers gently tangling in his hair as I tilt my head back, my eyes shut. I can still feel him moving, kissing along my collarbones, my chest, and it's like my entire body is tingling from the contact.

Chris's kisses continue, soft and tender, as if he's worshipping every inch of my skin. His hands roam over my body, tracing the curves of my hips, the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist, before settling on my stomach.

Chris gently pulls out of me, our combined juices glistening on my thighs as they slide down the sheets. He gazes at me with a look of adoration, his eyes soft and vulnerable in the aftermath of our intense lovemaking.

Slowly, my legs falling to the side, he moves down between my thighs. This time, his touch is gentle. His lips press against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the softest press of flesh on flesh, causing me to bite my lip and squirm beneath him.

He takes his time, peppering kisses up my inner thighs until he reaches the apex of my legs, where he presses a gentle kiss against my heated center. It sends shivers down my spine and I moan softly, feeling so sensitive after our previous coupling.

Chris's warm, wet tongue traces a path between my thighs, collecting the evidence of our lovemaking while his hands roam over my body in a soothing touch. Soft breaths hit my sensitive skin as he indulges in cleaning me up, making my back arch with renewed pleasure.

When he reaches the top of my thighs, Chris presses a tender kiss to my core, his lips a feather-light caress against my skin. He slowly works his way back up, trailing kisses along my inner thighs, my hip bones, until his lips meet mine in a sweet, loving kiss.

“Are you relaxed now?” I ask softly, my voice shaky and still laced with desire. Chris nods, his eyes warm as he gazes into mine. “Yes, thank you,” he replies quietly before pressing another gentle kiss to my lips.

After our passionate exchange of desire, I find myself giggling softly, my fingers gently caressing his face as we share another soft kiss. Our lips move together in a leisurely, soothing rhythm, the connection between us still strong and palpable.

Finally, as we pull away, Chris speaks up, his voice low and raspy from the heat between us. “We should probably head back to the festival now,” he murmurs, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

I hum in agreement, reluctantly disconnecting myself from him and moving to get dressed. Despite the desire to stay in bed and enjoy the intimate moment further, we have obligations to return to.

I run my fingers through his hair one more time before sitting up, gathering my clothes from the floor and beginning to dress.

I redress quickly, fixing my clothing and hair as best I can. Chris does the same, his gaze lingering on me for several seconds before he too is fully dressed.

Chris reaches for his fresh love hoodie, the white material soft and familiar in his hands. He pulls it over his head, the hood casting a subtle shadow over his neck, hiding the small, red marks I had left. He reaches for his black shades and hat as well, slipping them on with a practiced ease.

Now that we're both dressed and presentable, Chris smiles at me, a hint of mischief in his eyes. He glances down, adjusting his hoodie before looking back up at me.

“Now that we've come for what I had said we'd come for,” he says with a grin, referring to the hoodie he had forgotten. “Let's get going.”

I roll my eyes playfully, but I can't help the smile that tugs at my lips. “You're something else, you know that?” I step towards him, smoothing out the fabric of his hoodie, ensuring it covers the marks I'd left earlier.

“Oh, I know,” he replies, his smile widening. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “But you love it.”

He bends down, his lips meeting mine in a quick but affectionate kiss. He grins as he pulls back, his arm still around my waist. “Alright, let's go,” he says, giving my hip a squeeze as he begins to lead me towards the door.

As we leave the hotel room, Chris pulls out his phone, unlocking it and starting to scroll through the Uber app. I stand beside him quietly, watching as he selects our destination and requests a ride.

When the app confirms that we’ll have a ride in a few minutes, he shoves his phone back into his pocket and we head towards the elevator.

We wait for the elevator to arrive, the air between us comfortable and companiable. When the doors open, we step inside, Chris pushing the button for the lobby.

The elevator doors slide shut, enclosing us in the small space. Chris puts his arm around me again as the elevator begins its descent.

The elevator moves quietly, the only sound the low hum of the machinery. Chris leans against one wall, his arm around me, his fingers tracing absentmindedly over my shoulder.

I rest my head against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breath and the beat of his heart soothing. I can feel the tension from the earlier performance and our passionate escape slowly fading away.

“You doing okay?” Chris's voice breaks the silence, his words soft and concerned.

I lift my head to look up at him, meeting his gaze. A small smile curves my lips. “I'm doing just fine,” I reassure him, my voice equally soft. “Are you?”

“Never been better,” he replies, his signature smile in place. His fingers find their way to my hair, gently tucking a strand behind my ear. “Just making sure I didn’t wear you out too much earlier.”

A blush spreads across my cheeks at his words, the memory of our passionate encounter fresh in my mind. I nudge him lightly in the ribs with my elbow, my eyes sparkling with teasing. “I can handle you, Chris. Don't you know that by now?”

He chuckles, his arm tightening around my waist. “Oh, I know you can,” he replies, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t give you too much to handle at once.”

The elevator reaches the lobby, the doors opening with a soft ‘ding’. Chris leads me out, his hand on the small of my back as we walk towards the exit.

“Besides,” he continues, a sly grin spreading across his face, “I have to leave you with enough energy for later tonight.” I shake my head at his words, a mix of amusement and arousal stirring within me. “You're impossible,” I mutter, a smile playing on my lips.

“You know we can't do that when Matt is in the room with us,” I remind him, referring to the fact that we share a room with Matt. Chris chuckles, looking unperturbed by this news. “Oh, come on, ma,” he teases. “Can't you keep quiet?”

I roll my eyes at his audacity, shaking my head in disbelief. “Keep quiet? You know that's not exactly my strong suit when it comes to you,” I reply, my tone half-exasperated, half-fond. “I’m sure I can find ways to keep your mouth occupied.”

His words take me by surprise, my eyes widening slightly as my cheeks flush once more. “Christopher!” I exclaim, my tone a mix of shock and mock-offense, but there's no denying the hint of excitement and anticipation within me.

Chris merely chuckles at my reaction, a cocky smile on his face. He steps aside to open the door to the awaiting Uber car, gesturing for me to get in first.

Once I'm settled in the backseat of the Uber, Chris gets in next to me, closing the door behind him. The driver nods a greeting, and before long, we're off to the festival.

The ride back to the venue is silent, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I glance over at Chris occasionally, taking in his profile, the way the street lights play over his features.

The Uber comes to a stop, and Chris steps out, holding the door open for me. He thanks the driver before reaching out to take my hand. “C'mon,” he says, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation. “Skies will be on soon.”

Chris leads me through the crowds towards the backstage area, his grip on my hand firm and sure. He manoeuvres us through the throngs of people, his taller stature and confident, decisive movements helping to clear a path for us.

He keeps me close, his body almost blocking me from the worst of the press of the crowd. I follow closely behind him, my hand clinging to his tightly.

We pass the barriers, drawing the attention of some fans who are eager to catch a glimpse of us. They start hollering and waving their hands, calling out to Chris.

Chris hesitates for a moment, turning to greet the fans with a smile. He stops briefly, taking a few pictures. All the while, he keeps my hand firmly in his own, as if he’s reluctant to let go.

After a few minutes, he waves his final goodbye, and we continue making our way backstage, where Matt, Skies, and a few others are waiting.

As we step into the backstage area, Matt is waiting, a teasing smile on his face. “You made it,” he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Cutting it a little close, aren't we?”

Chris glares at Matt, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on, man,” he grumbles. “Cut us a little slack, will ya? We got held up.” Matt pretends to consider this, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “Held up, huh? And what, pray tell, were you two doing that was so important?”

Chris shrugs, a slight sheepish expression on his face. “I couldn't find where I put my hoodie and my shades,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ended up wasting some time looking for them. Matt's face clearly looked annoyed. “You couldn't find your hoodie and glasses? Seriously?”

Skies, who had been speaking to a member of his team, notices Chris and I coming backstage. He glances at his watch, then gives a relieved smile. “Cutting it close, huh?” Chris looks over at Skies, raising a hand in a slight greeting. “Hey, we made it, didn't we?”

Skies laughs, a glint in his eye. “Barely, brother. Another minute later and you'd be sitting in the audience instead of backstage.” Chris just grins, unapologetic. “Hey, it's all part of the adrenaline rush”

Matt shakes his head, a smirk on his face. “You're unbelievable, you know that?” he says, looking at Chris. “You cut it so close every time.” Chris shrugs again, unfazed. “Oh, come on, where's the fun in arriving early?”

Skies goes onstage, the crowd cheering and applauding as he begins his set. He performs several songs, his stage presence and vocals impressive, and the audience responds enthusiastically.

Chris watches from the wings of the stage, his arms crossed over his chest. He looks focused, his eyes flicking between Skies and the crowd. Every now and then, he glances over at me, a hint of anticipation in his gaze.

Skies continues to perform, his energy and charisma on full display. In between songs, one of his management team members approaches Chris, gesturing for him to come closer.

“You're good to go out there whenever you're ready,” he says, his voice just loud enough to carry over the music.

Chris nods his acknowledgement, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he looks out at the stage. He waits for a moment, then steps out onto the stage, dancing and singing along with Skies.

Chris moves to the music, his own energy and style completely different from Skies but equally engaging to the audience. He dances and sings along, clearly comfortable in front of the crowd.

Skies glances over at him with a grin, playing into the routine and feeding off Chris’ energy. The two of them complement each other well, their different vibes meshing together perfectly.

The crowd responds enthusiastically, some even recognizing Chris and shouting out his name.

As I watch Chris up onstage, singing and dancing alongside his idol, I can't help but feel a surge of admiration mixed with disbelief. It's not the first time I've seen him with Skies, but the sight never fails to amaze me.

Matt appears next to me, a knowing smile on his face. He leans in, speaking just loud enough for me to hear over the music.

“You didn't really need to get that hoodie, did you guys?” he teases.

“He was actually looking for his hoodie,” I say, my voice slightly defensive. Matt just raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Mhmm, sure,” he replies, clearly not believing me. “Then explain this.”

Matt holds up his phone, displaying a picture he’s found on instagram from earlier at the barricades. It was a picture with Chris and a Fan. The photograph caught a clear angle of Chris's neck, revealing the marks I'd left earlier— marks that Chris clearly hadn't taken the effort to cover up.

I flush slightly in embarrassment. Matt grins at my reaction, his gaze shifting between me and Chris on the stage. “Looks like he was a little preoccupied with something else besides the hoodie.”

I roll my eyes playfully, pushing Matt's shoulder lightly. “Oh shut up” I mutter, knowing full well that Chris's marked neck is going to draw attention to us throughout the week. I can already imagine the headlines and rumors that'll circulate because of it. Matt just chuckles, clearly enjoying this whole situation.

Once Skies finishes his performance, Chris walks off the stage, making his way back to where I’m standing.

He reaches me, quickly planting a brief but affectionate peck on my lips. He gives me a sideways glance, a smirk playing on his lips. Then, he turns to say goodbye to Skies, exchanging a few quick words with him before turning back to us.

“Ready to go?” he asks, looking between me and Matt.

As we leave backstage, passing by the barricades where fans are gathered, some of the fans take notice of the marks on Chris's neck. They start yelling out questions and making comments, obviously intrigued by the obvious signs of our earlier dalliance.

Chris just keeps his head down, his hand firmly around mine, not engaging in any of the questions or speculation. He quickens his pace a little, clearly eager to get to the hotel and away from the attention.

Matt follows closely behind us, looking slightly amused as he overhears the fans' comments. He doesn't say anything, but his smirk widens a little, clearly enjoying the situation.

We finally walk out from the venue, the night air crisp and refreshing. Chris keeps walking, not slowing down until we’ve put some distance between us and the fans.

Matt uses his phone to book an Uber, and we all climb in, settling into our seats.

The Uber ride is silent, the air around us a mix of tiredness, satisfaction, and a hint of residual adrenaline. Chris keeps his hand in mine, his thumb tracing small circles on my skin. Every now and then, I can feel his gaze on me. It's not a look of desire or need, not this time. It's something softer, almost tender.

We finally arrive back at the hotel, the familiar lobby and elevator greeting us. We make our way up to our room, exhausted from the long day's events.

As we enter the room, the faint scent of new, clean bedsheets greets us. The housekeepers have freshened up the room while we were out.

I immediately flop down onto the bed, a sigh of exhaustion escaping my lips. The soft, cool sheets feel like a piece of heaven after the day we’ve had.

Chris follows after me, crawling onto the bed and settling on top of me. One of his legs slots between mine, and he props himself up on his forearms, his face close to mine.

Matt, meanwhile, plops down on the edge of his bed, right next to us. As always, he's completely unphased by the scene we present, not letting the fact that we're practically spooning get to him.

Chris cranes his head a little to give me a quick kiss on the lips. Then, without preamble, he moves, shifting his head so he can bury his face in the crook of my neck. His eyelashes tickles the sensitive skin as he nuzzles into me, his breath warm against my skin.

As the hours tick by, the weariness from the day starts to catch up with us. Matt's still on his phone, scrolling through social media or whatever it is he does on his phone, but Chris and I have both drifted off to sleep.

Chris is still half laying on me, his head buried in my neck. His breath is slow and steady as he rests against me, his body relaxed and heavy in sleep.

The room falls into a soft, peaceful quiet. Matt's still tapping away on his phone next to us, but apart from the occasional sound, everything is still and silent.

Chris and I remain asleep, our bodies intertwined. His head is still on my shoulder, his soft breaths warm against my skin. My own eyes are closed, a small content smile on my lips. This moment is peaceful, cozy, and perfect, a reprieve from the chaos of our lives.

For now, everything is as it should be.

#★┊[𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒] .ᐟ 🦌₊˚⊹#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #smut #freshl6ve

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swagyalastorwife · 4 months ago

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Marriage proposal!Hazbin hotel x reader part 1

Part 2 here !

Warning : mentions of valentino that's it

Author notes : hello everyone here is the headcanons following the vote you were so up for voting it made me really happy I hope you like the fanfiction and if you have another idea don't hesitate to tell me I will make all the requests and I will make a new vote tomorrow kisssss (^.^)❤️❤️❤️ i will do a part 2 whit other characters so tell me who you want ⚠️ the part 2 is post⚠️

Charlie🌈

☆ Charlie the very day she laid eyes on you she knew you were the one she loves you so much you are everyone so yes from the start of the relationship she saw herself marrying you and spending her whole life by your side so the day she proposed to you was a beautiful day, the most beautiful day hell can offer she took you for a nice walk in the most beautiful places that hell has then she gets down on her knees takes out a small box and tells you" y/n do you want to make me the happiest woman in hell and marry me" depending on your answer she will be happy or destroyed please don't be mean to her

Vaggie ❌️

♧ omg she really really loves you more than anything she would be ready to DIE for you so yes she wants to make you hers then she will organize the most romantic romantic dinner possible and tell you "Y/n my love I have something to tell you "she will be a little hesitant at first but she will decide to ask you the question "will you marry me?"

Angel duuuust my babyyyy 🕸

♡ it took him a long time to admit that he loved you and even more time to be sure that he wants to spend the rest of his life by your side i mean with all the shit valentino puts him through it was hard to believe in love again so the evening he proposed to you was a surprisingly romantic evening he invited you to the restaurant made sure to be far from val then showed you some nice place he knew then as soon as he found the right one moment he said "hey baby you know I love you more than anything in the world you have always been there for me in the worst and in the good times and I want that to last for life so will you marry me"

Husk🍻

♤ husk was shocked himself when he discovered that he loved you i mean since when can he love someone the only thing that matters is these bottles of alcohol anyway when he saw you he didn't fall in love at first sight like in the films, not at all it was while getting to know you after your many evenings spent at the bar chatting so one of those evenings he said to you "hey my darling I was wondering finally I mean do you want to marry me??"

Alastor🦌❤️

¤ the radio demon in love seriously I mean it's impossible well that's what everyone said until the day alastor met you you piqued his curiosity from the first day you walked through the doors of the hotel since that day he never stopped courting you until you give in to these advances and agree to maintain a relationship with him so one evening he invited you for a romantic evening and he showed you so many beautiful things and you had the privilege of visiting for the first time the bagou which is in this room, it was at this moment that he asked you the question. question I want the drill, a dish of jambalaya the conditions are PERFECT then he tells you "Y/n you are everything to me the most beautiful thing I have ever seen since the beginning of my existence so will you give me the pleasure of becoming the person with whom the rest of my life would be spent"

Sir pentious🐍

○ our little baby snake fell in love with you from the first second he saw you you were the one he needed and these eggs were convinced so after multiple lame plans and embarrassing declarations you finally agreed to be with him however our little snake wanted more he wanted you to be the mother of these eggs so one evening with the help of these eggs he made you a magnificent declaration written on a banner: will you marry me you barely had time to understand that he arrived near you and opened the box containing the ring

Nifty❤️

■she fucking loves you I mean des is the only person who plays with her and who agrees to watch these shows yesssss she loves you so one evening she asked you like that "do you want to marry me" you were shocked I can tell you

Lucifer🦆

♡hoooo if you knew how he loves you he loves you more than you in the world you are the person who saved him from this depression who knew how to find the words to comfort him and help him move forward so yes he wants to marry you but not right away beginning I mean with the trauma of Lilith he is a little scared but with time these fears will disappear and he took his courage and organized a prestigious dinner I mean he and the kings of hell and the sin of hell pride then..... this statement was so magnificent and at the same time so intimate it tells you

"my dear y/n you were my lifeline in the most difficult moment of my life you were there for me when no one of the summer you were the person who gave me back my love and I intend to share my love with you so will you marry me"

Hope you like it and I hope to be invited to the wedding 🤨❤️❤️❤️❤️

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fraugwinska · 1 year ago

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Hello Springflower~

*slams envelope on the table and stare you into your soul whispering*

Alastor x reader where reader is asking him to show off as a fake "couple" because of one sinner who just won't stop annoying reader. Al agreed to help his dear friend and it started of innocent and cute with hand holding, kiss on the cheek- when SUDDENLY he kiss reader (in front of the sinner ofc) INTENSE and when he just stops for a second to kiss her neck she's like: "Al...? He's gone."

And he is like: "how disapointing"~

And just GOES ON

*leaves a heart cupcake next to the envelope and runs away*

For you - anything, sweet summer child. This just flowed out of me, and I was kicking my own feet as I wrote it. So... Here you go ;> I sincerely hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️

Fake it 'till you Make it

The door slammed into it's frame with a bang so loud the glasses in it rattled. You panted, heart pounding hard in your chest as you tried to calm your erratic breathing. With shaking fingers you gripped the dark, wooden frame, so tight your nails scratched the furnishing off. You peered out of the yellow and red stained glasses, trying to identify the distorted shapes from the outside. Did he follow you? Was he still out there?

„What's...“

You felt a hand on your shoulder and reacted without thinking. You turned around with a shocked scream and whipped your arm out for a forceful slap. The sound reverberated around in the empty room as a slight stinging sensation ran through your palm. It snapped you back to reality and made you pause.

You blinked as your gaze went from your own, trembling hand, which now burned in an angry, red hue to a taupe face, the shadow of your handprint next to a wide, yellow smile. Your breath seemed to freeze as your eyes went up and finally met a pair of wide, burgundy ones.

"...the matter, dear?" Alastor finished, blinking before his face shifted slightly.

You stood speechless and frozen for a hot second, trying to recollect your thoughts before a tidal wave of emotion washed over your head. Embarrassment, followed by shock and, suddenly, by the sensation that started to build in your chest, the threat to bubble over in tears.

„Oh satan, Alastor, I-I'm so sorry. I, shit, I got you bad, I'm so sorry, th-there was.. and I was.."

You choked down another sob, words and feelings clogging up in your mouth. You rubbed at your stinging eyes, blinking away what you were trying desperately not to show. You thought it would have worked at least until Alastor's slender hands came up to wrap around your wrist and pull them away gently.

"Are you a singer, dear?" he chimed, his face unmoved, but his eyes softening a little. "Because that really was quite the hit! Ha ha!"

When you didn't join in his laugh, he immediately snapped out of it.

"But it seems my little joke was out of place, once again. What has you so rattled, little one?"

And this time, he actually made space and dropped the joke-y act, looking a bit worried. Which only added more pressure to the well in your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut to hold back any tears that tried to fight their way through, making yourself feel ridiculous.

"It's... there's this guy."

You swallowed sour spit down, licking your lips quickly before opening your mouth again, voice less shaky than you were feeling. "I saw him two weeks ago when I went grocery shopping with Niffty. He... he asked us for directions, I didn't know where the place he wanted to go was, and that was that. But ever since..."

Alastor's frown deepened. "Ever since then..?" he prompted carefully.

"...he kind of... pops up whenever I leave the hotel... he just shows up out of nowhere and asks me things. Follows me, doesn't listen when I tell him to leave me alone, doesn't know boundaries.." you balled your fists again, brows twitching down at the thought. "And today.. he tried to grab me, and I panicked, and I kicked him and he looked like..."

You looked back to the glasses.

"...it felt as if he was about to do something."

Alastor stared into you with these piercing eyes. It wasn't creepy, you didn't feel scrutinized or looked down on, and this wasn't the first time. Still, you felt that strange sense of unease in his intense gaze, like a cold hand was wrapped around your spine, running shivers down your back. It wasn't uncomfortable, per se, just... different. It had been months since you started your new job in the Hazbin Hotel as a bellhop, helping Charlie and Vaggie out in general. You weren't one to believe in redemption, but the work was easy, the residents nice and life, despite being dead, was good. It wasn't exactly peaceful, since living together with the radio demon sometimes had its challenges, but Alastor proved time after time that even if he could be quite eccentric, he was a good man deep down, funny and smart and interesting. Someone you could consider a friend.

That, however, didn't mean that he didn't spook you from time to time. He straightened his shoulders, brushed out imaginary dust from the sleeves of his suit, and when he spoke, there was an unmoving threat in his voice that he almost always hid behind his grins.

"He attempted to harm you?"

You furrowed your brows and stepped closer, leaving a little bit of space between you.

"I don't know... it felt like that. I didn't give it enough time to find out, I just ran back here."

"Smart girl.", he just commented, leaning over you to also watch the street through bulky glasses. You sighed and glanced out the windows. The sky had dimmed, red tinting the streets as it always did down here in the evenings. A few stray sinners stumbled along, either searching for a victim for the night or going home from their own sins. Still no trace of the demon. You could still feel the hot air of his breath on your neck when he bent forward. You grimaced at the thought of the stench of his sweat on the sleeves of your jacket.

"God... how am I going to go anywhere with him around?", you muttered to yourself, stepping back further and leaning against the table, burying your face into your hands. Alastor perked up at that. He tapped his cane against the floor.

"Oh, well I can't in good conscience allow my dear employee to fear the streets of the pentagram because of a silly pest."

You didn't catch his meaning. At least, not immediately. You shot a glance his way, giving him a skeptical look, furrowing a brow in confusion. "What do you-?"

He waved his cane, cutting you off, and put an arm around your shoulders. "I shall accompany you, then. When you need to go out, let me know and we'll show ourselves together. That sinner will get the gist then, I'm sure."

Your eyes widen. "Alastor, you're a genius!" you say with excitement as the thought slowly took root in your head, "If this creep thinks we're a couple, he might stay away."

"A what now?", Alastor asks, his smile faltering ever so slightly. However, his question was lost in your sudden enthusiasm, your excited rush of thoughts now loud and clear in your voice. "Then we should play the role in every aspect. We have to give off couple vibes, maybe show some PDA, nothing overboard, I know you don't like that kind of stuff, but holding hands might be believable enough. Oh, you're the best, Alastor."

"Yes, yes... so I've been told...", he replied with the usual giddy tone, although his voice sounded a little thick with white static.

You didn't pay much attention to it though, feeling a weight drop from your shoulders at the prospect of keeping the nuisance at bay. The whole idea might seem a bit strange to the others, but if it helped, why not?

***

"Well then, darling, ready to give the performance of your lifetime?", Alastor called the moment you exited the elevator. He was practically hopping over, grinning at you with a mixture of smugness, amusement and... something else. His smile grew, showcasing his pointed, sharp teeth with a flash. He was looking as dapper as always, dress coat neat and perfectly in place, cane ready at his hands - the radio demon as he breathed and lived.

"I hope so..." you muttered distractedly while straightening the hem of your uniform and peeking around the lobby. It was early morning and you had a not-so-short list of errands to run for the hotel. Alastor had been nonchalant about the trip when you asked him to accompany you last night, and you had half-assumed he had some matters of his own to tend to, or just flat-out backing out. But he just waved his hands and told you he'd be there at 8 a.m. sharp, which he was. In ALL the ways.

As it turned out the rumors of your plan must have traveled down the hotel grapevines fast and after a small bang and a hissed “Sssshhh!” from the left you saw the curious faces of Charlie, Niffty and Angel poking out the kitchen door, spying from afar and watching you and Alastor with bated breaths and loud-yet-shushed giggles.

"Don't tell me you're having a second thoughts on me accompanying you, dear.", Alastor stepped closer, wrapping his fingers around your hand in a tight grip, either oblivious to the audience or utterly non-fazed by them. You shook your head no, grimacing a little as your body tensed up in a bit of... concern. Not because of what you were about to do, no, it had everything and nothing to do with him and the... um. Hand. Touching.

"We can hear you, you know.", you hissed in the direction of the whispered squeals at his gesture, face scrunching up when a peal of giggling broke out and Angel audibly snorted through a quickly closed door. "Jus' be careful, tits, if 'ya go further than that with the oldtimer 'ya might need to buy some protection while 'ya out."

***

The plan was quite simple, but you guessed it had the possibility of either working like a charm or the idiot getting so mad, he could lose it and try something stupid.

Nevertheless, with Alastor on your side you didn't feel as paranoid and suffocated about leaving the grounds of the hotel. And his idea had worked out brilliantly so far. Not a single sign of your stalker, you had only met the usual faces on the main market road of the Pentagram City - maybe they stared a little more... okay, a LOT more, seeing you arm in arm with Al - and you ran into Angels' friend, Cherri Bomb, when you had to get some permits renewed. She had been friendly but extremely surprised and curious about since when you and Alastor, THE Radio demon were parading around 'like a pair of fuckin' newlyweds', in her words.

Alastor tried to brush her off with a monotone "What can I say? The good Lady just adores my presence.", squeezing your hand a little tighter, but his answer didn't satisfy her, so Cherri tried to pry into you, raising a brow and shooting you a smirk. "Al is a fun guy and interesting to talk to and spend time with. I like his company.", you shrugged, signing a paper, avoiding looking the cyclops into the eyes while you felt your ears redden.

It took her a good minute of blank stare, but when her grin slowly grew wider, you had no choice but to warn her with a hard stare and a small shake of your head. She rolled her one eye but she made a gesture of sealing the lips, still oogling the connection of your hands with impish delight.

At that moment you felt a squeeze on the hand, still in Alastor's grasp and his heavy stare from your right. His smile seemed fixed, a bit on the strained side, although his gaze remained cheerful.

"Everything wrapped up here, dearest?" he asked, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Almost done, just this document and the hotel can continue to serve alcohol. Husk would give me one hell of a shot if I'd forget that one."

You looked over to see if Alastor would pick up on the joke, but he was staring intently somewhere over your shoulder, so you just filed the form quickly and waved your friend goodbye. He quickened his steps, almost dragging you away as he paced down the street. You almost tripped over you own feet, trying to keep up with him.

"I think your persistent little pursuer has found us, darling. Don't look, just walk."

You sped up, also feeling a presence that had been on your heels a little longer than comfortable, a weighty silence behind your back. Still, as you rounded a corner, you just had to take a tiny peek and you saw, from the corner of your eyes, that the deranged looking coyote was gaining on you, still keeping his distance, his figure only a dark, moving smudge in the distance.

"Um... I guess now's a good time for a Plan B.", you said, halting in front of an antique shop.

Alastor's hand slid a bit lower, only his fingers curled around yours now, his warm touch tingling. "I'm thinking of it. Knowing your weak stomach, darling, bloodshed is out of the question?" he inquired, acting overly interested in a vintage gramophone showcased in the shop window and you snorted.

"You remember that?"

"Dear, it's hard to forget the amount of bile Niffty had to clean out of the dishwasher after you ran into my cooking...experiment."

"Not my proudest moment...", you laughed nervously, feeling cold sweat gather up on your back as you saw the rabid looking demon from the corner of your eye, creeping closer and closer. Alastor gave you a long, thoughtful look, before he spoke again, quietly and serious.

"Then let us both hope you'll stomach Plan B better."

Before you could think much, Alastor turned towards you, untangling his fingers from yours. His now freed hand cupped your cheek, and before you could say anything, he bowed down, tilting his head a bit to the side and gently pressed his ever-smiling lips against yours.

It was not your first kiss in your afterlife, but it might have very well been, seeing as your first response was an electric jolt up your spine. And this reaction wasn't even the weirdest part if the actual kissing part was just some peck. This wasn't a peck. A kiss with lips unmoving wasn't a kiss, it was more of a mouth-touching. This was something way more.

As surprising as the kiss was the tenderness with which he brought his lips to yours. It was gentle and yet so sensual that it sent small currents all over your skin, causing your eyes to close, goosebumps to form along your arms and a nervous flutter to erupt in the pit of your stomach. And maybe, maybe it lasted for just a fraction of the eternity it felt like, but if someone would have asked you later, you would swear he stole more than just a taste with the kiss. The slight push and pull between your mouths left the edges of your skin numb, the press of his smooth and heated mouth stirring up a peculiar feeling inside you that kept growing and rising and..

What was the reason for this again?

Oh yeah, your stalker.

Stalker.

You opened your eyes, seeing Alastor's burning red eyes fixated on something behind you, his expression intense with the hint of arrogance, a possessive smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Something about that, the feel, the look in his eyes, made the back of your neck prickle. You blushed a little bit more but caught onto the reason the moment you realized what he was doing, trying to break the kiss to see where the coyote was.

You could only turn your head far enough to see the quickly shrinking silhouette of the demon vanishing in the distance, before Alastor brought his other hand to your waist, pulling you closer together, his tongue slipping between your lips, coaxing your lips to open again. Your own tongue responded and, together they mingled and twined with one another, sending the nerve-ending of your lips into a pleasant tingling sensation.

"A-Alas...tor...", you tried to get the words out as he nipped your lower lip, your eyes falling into those bright, heavy lidded ones of his, eyes which you couldn't stop looking into.

"He.. he's gone."

"Mh. Pity...", Alastor breathed with a soft hum, his chest rumbling at his words. His response had a mixture of sarcasm and amusement in it, but before you could properly ponder on them, your entire mind short-circuited when you realized he made no move to pull away.

Quite the opposite - with his hand sliding to your neck he pulled you onto his mouth again, deepening the kiss as his tongue slipped past your lips once more, completely shutting your mind down as a quiet, heartbreaking moan escaped your throat.

The fact that you two were in public, still standing in front of some store, all on display for anyone that might come down the road, didn't register in the haze that was slowly, so pleasantly slowly, forming. So lost were you in that fog of heat that the surroundings suddenly got distorted, leaving the alley, the store, the city completely. Your head spun at the sensations, a tremble raked across your nerves as your knees grew weak at the sound of his playful voice, echoing in the void you found yourself in.

"Let's draw it out a little more, darling, hm? Just to make sure."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fraugwinskawrites #angel dust #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel niffty #for the frauchen #quick fic

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lunajay33 · 8 months ago

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The Deer and the Fox

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Summary: Being Rhysands little sister had its perks except when it came to your interest in a specific heir of Autumn, one night you decided to sneak away to the autumn court and when you get lost a certain fox finds you and the story unfolds

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x f!reader

•Masterlist•

Love

Love is all I ever wanted, I craved it seeing all the ones around me find the perfect mate for them broke my heart, of course I’m happy to see my loved ones happy but sitting around the family table, my brother sat with his beautiful mate and son, Cassian with Nesta, Mor with her girlfriend, and Azriel with Gwyn, it made me the odd one out, they never left me out which I appreciate but it’s not the same, I want to experience the love that makes my heart pump, my knees weak, my head fuzzy and the only time I’ve felt a morsel of that was at a ball Rhys and Feyre had thrown a month ago, where a certain red haired man caught my eye, he was beautiful he was perfect, his suit tailored perfectly to his firm body, his hair combed back showing of his sharp features, seeing him from across the room my heart jolted and he caught my eyes sending me a wink

I blink once and he’s right in front of me his warmth surrounding me in a comforting blanket, his smell a mix of cinnamon and autumn leaves

“And who might you be little fawn?” He asked a twinkle of curiosity in his amber eyes

“I’m Rhysands sister, y/n”

“A sister and how come I’ve never seen your beauty around before” he said leaning closer as I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks

“This is my first ball, I’ve never had the chance before, and you are?”

“Eris Vanserra, I’m from the autumn court” he bowed

“I could tell from your scent, if the court is any essence of how you come off it must be lovely” his eyes widen

“You can smell my scent”

“Of course it’s quite strong, cinnamon laced with autumn leaves, everyone is this ball should be able to sense it why?”

“Most people can’t smell my scent little fawn” he smirked

“And why is that Eris?”

“I wouldn’t want to spoil it for you, till next time beautiful” he leaned forward taking my hand and placing a gentle kiss to my hand before he was gone leaving me with so many questions

•

“Earth to y/n you in there?” Mor asked waving her hand infront of my face breaking my thoughts of Eris

“Oh sorry were you saying something?” I asked embarrassed as the whole table had their eyes on me

“I’d say you had your mind on a certain someone again” Mor is the only one I’ve talked to about Eris and she told me the truth about what really went down that night between them

“What no, mor shut up” I groan

“Thinking about who might I ask” Rhys asked amusement written all over his face

“No one don’t worry about it”

“Eris Vanserra” not blurted out and I smacked her arm

I looked at Rhys nervous I knew his feelings towards the men of the autumn court

“I will not allow it, my baby sister will not be mistreated by a man like that”

“Rhys I’m not a baby and nothing happening I talked to him once, but he was nice to me” I said fiddling with my fingers

“Rhys she’s just exploring my love” Feyre stepped in trying to calm him

“I’m only trying to protect her” he sighed

“I’m sick of being alone Rhys”

“What’re you talking about you have all of us”

“Come on, every one of you are mated or with a partner I’m lonely I want to experience a romantic relationship I want to feel wanted I want to feel love, and he is the only one to ever make me feel something even for a brief moment, and his scent was so intoxicating mother above is it so wrong I want all of that when all of you do?” I huffed after my rant

Everyone was silent mouths basically dropped to the floor

“What?”

“You smelled his scent” Azriel asked

“Yeah what’s so bad about that?”

“Only mates can smell each others true scent”

My heart almost burst through my chest, mate are they sure

“I doubt that he’s way too handsome for me I mean have you seen him, maybe it was just his cologne or something”

“No girl, that’s your mate” amren said non chalonte

“This can’t be happening” Rhys said dragging his hand through his hair

“Mate” my heart felt at peace for the first time in a while

•

That night I couldn’t settle knowing that what I’ve been wanting forever is out there right now waiting for me, atleast I hope he is, I got up collecting myself throwing a sheer shoulder covering over myself for the chill of the night and winnowed away landing on the edge of the autumn court, the woods whirling with the wind rustling the leaves, the scent reminding me of the man I came here for, the night is dark only being illuminated by the full moon above

I started to head inwards, jumping at ever little noise, an owl screeching, a twig snapping, so preoccupied by every little noise I didn’t notice the sudden dip into a hill ahead of me till it was too late, tripping forward down the hill leaves crunching as I rolled until I bumped into a rock hitting my hip at the end of the hill stopping my fall

Groaning I sat up feeling the sharp pain throbbing in my hip and the definite bruises that would litter my body, then suddenly my senses were enveloped in the warm cinnamon I craved to smell again

“Oh dear if you wanted to see me that badly you didn’t have to fall so hard for me” he smirked as he kneeled infront of me and suddenly all the pain faded to the back of my mind

“Eris! You’re here” I said excitement lacing my voice my smile ached with how wide I was smiling

“I could sense you were hurt little fawn, I’ll find you anywhere” he said gently brushing his fingers against my hip over my silk night gown

“You know”

“Of course I know how could I not when I was graced the most beautiful, delicious little mate, I knew from the moment my eyes landed on you” he stated as he picked me up into his arms, gasping as the pain came back

“What does that mean now I’ve never……I’ve never really had a relationship before” I said wrapping my arms around his neck as he headed to his home I assume

“We can take things slow, take it at your pace get to know each other, as long as you’re comfortable my fawn” in the clearing a warm light emerged from a little cabin pumpkins on the door step, fallen leaves covering the roof

“I’d really like that but, can we not tell anyone for a while, I want to just be me and you not have to worry about what anyone else thinks”

“I think that’s a good idea” he laid me on the couch slowly lifted my nightie enough to see the gash on my hip

“Oh angel, let me fix you up can’t send you back home all banged up” his words had my heart aching

“What I don’t wanna go home yet, a little longer please”

“I wouldn’t be apposed to the most beautiful being staying the night in my home”

“Really?!”

“Of course now relax the nights just starting”

•

The night was warm feeling his arms wrapped around me his chest pressed firmly to my back it all felt right but the sun rose and I have to go home

“Goodmorning” he smiled his voice deep from sleep, I turned our faces so close I could feel his lips

“You’re like a fox you know”

“How so” he laughed

“You’re so alluring, your smile pulls me in but there’s something dangerous lurking but I can’t help myself but wanting more and you’re so mysterious and sly”

“Guess this fox caught the perfect deer, so sweet and beautiful, innocent and those big doe eyes” his voice getting husky as his hand traces my waist

“Please kiss me Eris” not being able to wait anymore

His lips warm our lips melded together because they were made for eachother, we are meant for eachother, I slowly got heated but I got nervous and didn’t want to go too far too quickly

“I have to go, someone will notice” he sighed resting his head against mine

“Be careful and don’t go tripping down a hill again, until next time Angel”

•

I winnowed back to velaris right outside the door of the house of wind, walking inside to Cassian and Nesta sat infront of the fire place as it was still early and the other were still probably asleep

“Well if it isn’t my little sis having her first walk of shame” he laughed as Nesta smacked his chest playfully

“I don’t know what you’re talking about I was just out for a early walk” I said sitting across from them

“In the same nightie as last night? Is that blood?” Nesta asked making Cassian shoot up quickly examining my hip that was already delicately wrapped by Eris

“What happened are you okay?” He asked like the big brother he is to me

“I’m alright I just fell and cut open my leg, but it’s all okay now”

“And who patched you up”

“Ummm majda?”

“You think we’re fools, she’d have healed you immediately” Nesta stated

“Please don’t say anything” I said worrying my lip

“Don’t worry sis your secret it safe with us”

•

Being mated wasn’t how I thought it would be, yes I knew mates were madly in love but feeling it was completely different, I craved to be near him to feel his touch, to just hear him speak but alas Rhys sent me on every job possible leaving me exhausted for a week too tired to winnow until tonight, Feyre convinced Rhys to give me the weekend off and thankfully he listened and I am finally able to see him again, the sun starts setting and I winnow away back to the cabin I remember feeling so warm and cozy

“Eris are you here?” I called out as I entered the cabin just to see Lucien sat on the couch

“Y/n? What’re you doing here?” He asked surprised

“I……what’re you doing here?” I asked trying to deflect

“This is my families cabin I can be here” soon I felt that loving warmth behind me in the doorway as strong arms wrapped around my hips

“I’m here now my dear”

“What is going on here?” Lucien groaned utterly confused

“Nothing of your concern brother let’s just keep this between us especially from your dear mate okay?” His voice commanding making my knees weak

“Fine just be nice to her brother” Lucien had always been a sweetheart

“Come my dear let’s go somewhere private” we walked through the darkening woods hand in hand

“I’m sorry it took me a week to come see you again, Rhys has been on me to do everything I’ve been exhausted”

“I’ve missed you, thought of you every night waiting to be able to hold you again, you know I could come to you aswell, sneak me in like we’re young again” he smirked squeezing my hand

“You might be joking but I’d really like that, I missed you too, I can’t go that long without you again”

“And you’ll never have to again”

#eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris vandaddy #eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader #eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra x y/n #rhysand #lucien vanserra #cassian imagine #acotar oneshot #acotar fanfiction #acotar #azriel one shot #feyre archeron

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animeyanderelover · 9 months ago

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Anon: If I may, my request is about Soo won (Akatsuki no Yona), Akutagawa and Chuuya (Bungo Stray Dogs), Floch and Eren (Attack on Titan), Sai and Shikamaru (Naruto), Shu and Subaru (Diabolik lovers), all seperate, with an unbothered reader who's stronger than them physically and has a noble and powerful background even though she's illegitimate she's very much loved by her stepmother and half-siblings anyway, her family, personal servants and few friends are very supportive and caring, and she received a great upbringing and pretty much was free to try and learn anything (as long as not too dangerous from when she was like under 12), so she's also on the very strong side physically and intellectually enriched while having multiple skills. After the kidnapping, she turn out to know it all but didn't mind and she could've always found a way to avoid it but she just didn't as she also have feelings for the yandere and already informed her family and friends she won't be there for a pretty long while and to just ignore it, she's very confident in herself and great at communicating when uncomfortable without touching the wrong nerves of the yandere and just enjoy her time with the yandere finely, her only big NOs is threats or actions against people she care about, physical violence on her, hiding things after the "kidnapping" already happened and unnecessary killings of strangers because of her.

Tags: @shumidehiro @swagenemyartisan @cachamata @chxxz @leveyani @izanami78

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, protective behavior, paranoia, clinginess, stalking, guilt-tripping, isolation, abduction

I can handle you

Nara Shikamaru

🦌He didn't always like you. If Shikamaru would have to be honest there was a brief period during his childhood where he held the belief that you would be arrogant and spoiled due to your rich upbringing. Luckily his father quickly taught him better as he told his son that he shouldn't judge a person before getting to know them better. Only after he took the words of his father to heart did Shikamaru actually realise that he had been wrong about you. Because he recognised a similar mindset in other children that he used to have whilst observing you. Children were either avoiding you since they were scared of your noble background or tried to cosy up to you to bask in your wealth only to talk behind your back since it wasn't actually you they were interested in. He doesn't see himself as a hero yet back then he couldn't help but stand up for you, a naive gesture considering that you were more than capable of doing this yourself. Nevertheless though, it was this action he took that led the two of you to become very close friends over the following years. It isn't always easy with you due to your many hobbies that you insist him to join you but he does it still because he wants to spend time with you.

🦌Shikamaru's obsession is in a similar fashion almost as lazy as he is. It takes time for his feelings to escalate to the point of a real obsession yet being a childhood friend of yours is a good precondition for it to happen. That is when some problems arise that previous weren't there simply because he has such feelings for you now. He used to not mind that you were always busy with training or doing your hobbies because he knew you'd still make time for him. Now the absence actually bothers him and no one is more annoyed by the sudden change of feelings than Shikamaru himself. It's plainly speaking silly and embarrassing that such things now bother him when they didn't in the past. Everything about his feelings has to be carefully concealed when he is in front of you, especially because of your family. Deep down he starts despising just how much troubles he finds himself in simply because your family is so important. He has a feeling that they wouldn't be too thrilled if he were to ask them for your hand in marriage and his frustration partially ends in him slipping up, subtle words meant to influence you. Your sharp mind sadly always catches on, forcing him to cover his slipup up.

🦌There are a lot of things he needs to consider whilst planning for an abduction, specifically because your family is influential and important. Shikamaru spends months carefully putting everything together and then can only patiently wait until you finally leave the compound of your clan and give him the best chance to abduct you. Only to find out later on that you had a feeling that he would do something like this but decided to let it happen anyways because you also love him. There are a lot of things he could reply to that yet the only thing he can manage is a groan. Seriously? Couldn't you have told him that sooner? Do you even know how many hours he spent crafting this plan? Shikamaru finds himself neither particularly surprised nor shocked about this revelation though. It is after all just like you to pull off something like this. Now that the cat is out of the back though he sees no reason to keep any secrets anymore which ends in both of you having a long discussion about how things should proceed between the two of you now, something that feels more diplomatic than it should be considering the content of the talk yet both of you come to an agreement.

Sai

🖌️Sai has done his fair share of bloody work whilst working for Root and it is actually through a mission that he was tasked with that he met you. Danzo had gazed upon your family with growing dislike as your clan spoke up against some of Konoha's unsavory incidents and mistakes, something that caused the leader of Root to consider you a threat. At the same time it was undeniable that the support and influence of your family was too important to lose, meaning that Danzo needed a bait to ensure that your family would continue giving their support and benefitting Konoha as a result. That's how Sai was tasked with watching over you, the illegitimate heir of the family who was still very much beloved. If things were to turn to worse and your clan would consider breaking off any relationship with the village Sai would take you as a hostage to ensure that everything would proceed as it had done for the last few decades. Even Sai must admit though that it was remarkably difficult to keep a constant eye out on you. Not only because you were well-guarded but also because sometimes he had an intuition that you knew that he was watching you, your gaze lingering in the direction he was hiding.

🖌️He spends a remarkable amount of time keeping an eye on you, following you from the shadows as you go on with your days. You are very skilled in taijutsu, genjutsu and weaponry as far as he can observe which leads him to start analysing your abilities so that he can counter them if Danzo should give him the order to capture you. He watches you and watches you and watches you until he knows everything about you, can fluently inform someone of your schedule throughout the entire week and knows you better than he has known everyone else in his life, even himself. Unaware to even himself he has grown an obsessive fascination with you, one Danzo takes note of when Sai ends up rambling about you whilst giving his report as he drifts off and just starts telling the old man about everything that he noticed about you that week and about little quirks of yours that fascinate him. He's especially fond of the fact that you have taken a liking to drawing, has watched you countless times in the past either doodling something idly on paper or spend hours painstakingly painting something on canvas. Sai himself has mutliple sketches featuring you, all capturing moments you fascinated him.

🖌️Root is the last restrain that keeps him from abducting you so when Danzo is killed by Sasuke there are no chains holding him back anymore. By now Sai has also realised what this funny feeling in his chest is that he constantly experiences when he does as much as thinking about you. His time in team 7 has opened his eyes and Sakura especially has done a good job explaining to him what this sensation in his chest is. So this is love. It isn't like him to rush things, especially since he is still unfamiliar with love but when you leave your clan to travel he knows that this is a chance too good to miss. He wants to show you though that he is no stranger though you have never met him before so he makes sure to hang up all of the sketches he made of you over the years in the room he takes you in as soon as you are abducted. You handle the situation incredibly well though, handle Sai very well. He just stares at you with his black eyes as you list to him what you will and won't tolerate, the scenario familiar to him as it reminds him of someone giving him orders for a mission which makes it easier for him to understand. He accepts the conditions though as you promise to stay with him.

Eren Yeager

👊Eren meets you during his time in the Survey Corps as you and your family reside in Wall Sina. You have been fairly isolated from the life behind the walls you lived in as your family always thought that they were better than other commoners. When Historia is crowned Queen and a lot of nobles are stripped of their reputation for being involved with the impostor king you are spared as you offer your honest support for the new Queen as well as the other Survey Corps. You're talented and gifted, everything Eren doesn't believe he is yet you possess such a curiosity of the world outside that almost overwhelms him at times. It reminds him too much of his younger self and the innocence he has lost over the years. Nevertheless he indulges you and tells you stories. Initially he leaves out everything that he wish he wouldn't have seen yet you quickly realise that he is hiding things from you and call him out for it. You want to know the truth after all. You have been sheltered enough. That surprises him but eventually he does as you wish, realising that he was just trying to hide you from knowledge and a burden he sometimes wishes he wouldn't have been loaded with.

👊Over the years Eren starts trauma-dumping when he is around you. Some of his worries he just feels like he can't share with even Armin and Mikasa yet around you he can. He never explicitly states what is plaguing his mind but you never push him to tell you the entire truth either as you just listen to him and then comfort him in a way you knows works perfectly for him. Maybe that is why he finds himself seeking you out more and more whenever he feels his soul being tormented by the visions that he sees and the knowledge that he can't share with anyone. You're able to put him at ease in ways no one else is able to do and since he has a lot of stuff on his mind he starts searching for you more and more often. He longs for your voice and your gentle touch until it eventually becomes an obsession. He's agitated when he doesn't know where you are and one day without being in your embrace greatly affects his mood and only enhances the silent stress he is feeling. He starts to get controlling, asks the Yeagerists to keep an eye out on you so that you are always well protected. He knows you are capable of fighting yet paranoia outweights any logic he possesses.

👊The thing that ultimately breaks him is when he starts catching glimpses of the future where you are with him. A path that is shaky and delicate, visions that are like smoke as he is unable to properly grasp them. Eren knows that he doesn't have much time left but he desperately longs for that future that he sometimes sees but if it won't happen by itself he will force this path to appear. That is how you soon find yourself locked away by Yeagerists who keep a sharp eye on you. Eren is fully prepared to push down any guilty feelings when he steps into the room, prepared to appear as determined and cold-hearted. It is your confession of not only having expected this to happen but also of your own feelings that shatters that ruthless facade. You know him far too well to let yourself get fooled by his cruel appearance and perhaps that is why he clings so much to you. You see the vulnerable boy beneath the Titan. Eren expected that he would have to calm you down and even intimidate you so you wouldn't throw too much of a scene yet it ends up being the complete opposite. You end up calming him down as he is the one clinging to you and begging silently for comfort.

Floch Forster

🟫Floch initially just despises you. After all you are just a spoiled and naive little thing that knows nothing about the struggles people like him had to go through so that your noble arse would be safely protected. Yet you have the utter trust of Queen Historia which leaves him with little to no choice but to tolerate your presence. Nevertheless, he throws a lot of shade your way only for you to reply with an equal amount of sass back which does surprise him a lot. He expected you to be offended or not know how to reply but you are very much capable of standing up for yourself which is something he begrudgingly accepts and maybe even admires. Still, he avoids you a lot due to his dislike. That is until he starts seeing and realising what you are capable of. You're smart, skilled and even know how to properly use an ODM gear despite having never been part of the Military. How do you know how to use one of those? That is when he finds out that you have always been allowed to train in a lot of different areas and that you are not just a weak and spoiled noble but a courageous and talented lady whose assistance is desperately needed for the future of Paradise Island.

🟫That is when he starts to get jealous. In a way Floch feels undermined, something he absolutely despises. You're probably underestimating him, especially if you were to find out just how much of a coward he used to be back in the days. None of that is true but it is in his head. He doesn't avoid you anymore but instead starts actively seeking you out. He needs to have you stop underestimating him, needs you to acknowledge him or needs to simply find one single flaw that he can target to elevate his own ego. Yet even the flaws he discovers and targets you carry with dignity he could only dream of possessing and all of it slowly drives him mad. He's obsessed already with you, constantly bothers you and follows you around like a creep yet no one can tell him to stop. Perfect. You are far too perfect. How can one single woman be so utterly perfect? You are everything he should aspire to be, everything anyone should hope to be and it is this gradual realisation that is the last push he needs to spiral down the rabbit hole of obsession. Now more than ever he is desperate for approval and acknowledgement yet internalised self-doubt of his own still lets him believe that you secretly hate him.

🟫As someone who is essentially the leader of the Yeagerists Floch uses the brooding mood that arises within the population of Paradise Island as the conflict unfolds to capture you. After all you are on your own as most nobles who were in power during the reign of the fake king are imprisoned and despised by the overall public. Now he finally has a chance to talk to you, to get you to see him as more than a loser. You should side with him. He can protect you, he knows how the mind of the larger crowd works. In his mind he has prepared a speech already yet you just have to shatter his plans when you nonchalantly admit that not only you knew of his plans but that you also love him even if he is quite a nasty person and that you never got a chance to tell him since he never listened to you properly. Floch is dumbfounded to the point where he stays silent for a solid minute before he starts laughing. He refuses to believe that what you just said is the truth. Because if it would be he would only cement himself further as a fool in his own eyes and would only feel secretly more insecure when in your presence. God, sometimes he despises just how smart and perfect you are.

Sakamaki Shu

🎵Illegitimate or not, your family is one of immense power and influence which gains the attention of his cursed father. Karlheinz shows an interest in your family and especially in you even though you are an illegitimate child. From a very young age on he suggests that perhaps one of his sons should be your husband in later years and Beatrix instantly grabs the chance as soon as she perceives it. Whenever your family is visiting she forces Shu to tag along with her and introduces him to your parents and to you as well. The boy is meticulously tidied up on such occasions as his mother has cleaned him and dressed him up properly, constantly reminding him to be on his best behavior in front of your family. For Shu none of it has ever been fun as he had never interest in being engaged forcefully even though he didn't hate you per se. It is after the death of his dear friend that he completely retreats within himself, his heart growing colder. The words and pleads of his mother to charm you and to prove himself as a good choice of a future husband fall on deaf ears as he doesn't care anymore. He just wants to be left alone. He doesn't care about an arranged marriage or about you.

🎵As if sensing that something is wrong with him, you suddenly start seeking him out a tad bit more without overwhelming him. Shu ususally either ignores you or tells you bluntly that he doesn't want any company and even though you feel like leaving him alone with his sorrow is wrong, initially you respect his wishes. After all you yourself don't know what the proper way to consult him is and until you have figured that out you decide to give him some time. She just appreciates that you left him alone at all. Until one day you suddenly appear again, this time though you carry a violin with you. It does gain you a lazy look from him before he closes his eyes again but he has given you a moment of attention and hasn't told you off either so you see this as a sign to continue. You're still new to playing violin as it is something that you have only recently picked up so you mess up a few tunes yet you still sense somehow that Shu is listening in. He doesn't say anything the first few times when you repeat this process but one day eventually he actually stands up when you are done with your play and asks if he can borrow your violin. You've gotten a few notes wrong. Listen to him playing so you don't get it wrong again.

🎵You know in that moment that you have won him over and from that day on those sessions continue. Initially it always involves a violin or sometimes also a piano as the two of you start playing together. With passing time sometimes he just listens to music together with you whilst sharing an earphone with you or he just simply listens to you as you tell him what is going on with your life. This has been going on for decades, decades in which he started thinking about being your husband in a less negative light, especially whenever his other brothers try to get under his skin and mock him that they might try to become your husband in the future. He sees a future with you, only with you and away from the chaos of the mansion he is living in. That's why he lures you away to the countryside into a cottage, hoping for peace with you in this small house. Much to his relief you have a very calm reaction to it all and he can only give you an amused huff when you inform him that you expected him to try something like this for a while now. You know-it-all. You could have saved him all the effort if you would have just taken the lead sooner and confessed your feelings to him.

Sakamaki Subaru

⬜Subaru has spent more time watching you from a window than actually being right next to you. Whilst all of his other half-brothers were allowed to play with you and get to know you he was kept away from you as if he were a dangerous dog that might bite you. As a young child this mainly just saddened him as he had secretly hoped to be your friend. After all you always looked so happy and pretty whilst playing with the triplets or listening to Reiji when he told you something interesting. As the years passed that sadness grew into bitterness though. You probably wouldn't even want to meet him even if you had the chance. Who would want to be friends with a monster after all? At one point he stops looking through the window, stops admiring you from a distance to not torment himself anymore. As if sensing his growing anguish though that is when you one day appear right in front of him whilst he is sitting alone in the garden of the mansion. He's far too surprised to say anything as he just stares at you but it is the careful question of yours if he's alright or not that frees him from his trance. He stands up and abruptly leaves, tells you harshly that he doesn't want you to follow him.

⬜He regrets it later that night that he spoke to you so rudely. Subaru just didn't know what else he should have said in that moment. Maybe it's better that way though. Now you at least have seen the real him and will probably ignore him from now on. Only that it never happens. Instead you start to search for him and his dead heart always leaps in his chest when he sees you waving to him whilst he's staring at you through the windows. Loneliness eventually gets the better of him and when all his other brothers are gone he seeks you out. He's awkward, doesn't know how to act around you and at times that leads to him saying something rude yet you are never scared or angry around him. You understand that he has probably had his fair share of terrible experiences in this family and always keep that in mind when he lashes out. You're the first friend Subaru has ever had and he quickly grows attached and protective. He's terrified that one day you might change your opinion and see him as nothing more as a brute, fears that you may prefer one of his other brothers over him and abandon him for them. It should be no surprise that those feelings bloom into a romantic obsession.

⬜It is when he is informed from Reji that your family considers choosing one of them as your husband that Subaru ultimately falls victim to his paranoia though. After all why would your parents choose him? They will probably choose someone like Reiji who is educated and sophisticated. He's going to lose you after all those years now, isn't he? There is barely a grand plan that Subaru forms. He just one day drags you away with him, as far away from the Sakamaki mansion as he can whilst keeping a tight grip on you. Both of you eventually stop in the middle of nowhere and that is when you finally decide to talk to him. You already have a very good idea what his motives are and your suspicions are confirmed when he lashes out with his overwhelmed emotions. He doesn't want to lose you, especially not to one of his brothers. You're all he ever had. He would have never expected you to confess that you have feelings for him as well, after all he was always told that he was nothing more than a monster. He doesn't believe you either when you tell him that you have feelings for him, thinking that you're just trying to calm him down. If you're not lying though, he'll try. He'll try for you.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

⬛️It is quite risky to work as closely with Akutagawa as you do. He has a reputation for being aggressive, easily angered and prone to using violence to the point where not even the current leader of the Port Mafia has full control over him. You are very focused on doing what you are supposed to do though and it isn't like you don't know who he is when you specifically ask for Akutagawa's help. Your family has some good ties with the Port Mafia after all which is why Mori isn't opposed to offering you some help when you inform him that you need one of his men to take care of a problem or two. Akutagawa just seems like the right guy to you when you are offered different options and Mori doesn't question your decision too much as he knows that you are pretty good in assessing a situation and making the decision needed. Other people are quite cautious around Akutagawa and you can't blame them. He isn't exactly the most friendly person there is but he's here to get a job done and you acknowledge that. It takes you a little bit before you have figured out what the best way to handle him is but after that luckily you are able to communicate well enough with him.

⬛️The two of you spend a lot of time together and more than just once you have to stop him from acting on impulse. He can't just storm in after all, a little bit of planning is always needed. Despite your position Akutagawa treats you quite rudely when he is mad and somehow you find that quite amusing. It's not everyday that someone gives you such an attitude after all. The relationship between the two of you is somewhat strained but it still works. Until one day you happen to get into a tricky situation and whilst Akutagawa would have saved you, you decide to take care of the situation yourself and that is when he feels for the first time something akin to respect for you. After all not only are you calculated and smart but are also very capable of fighting for yourself. You're strong... Why does this bother him so much though? Unbeknownst to him his feelings have already started shifting and with this arises a fear that you might never fully acknowledge him if he isn't strong enough. It is a fear he last experienced with Dazai only that this time it escalates even further as his obsession grows and festers within his soul.

⬛️Akutagawa is just itching to prove himself which ultimately leads him to abandon the plan you made as he just slaughters everyone he is supposed to target brutally and by the time you arrive the bloodbath is already over. Your mild disappointment almost makes him nauseous when you see the scene in front of you. It is when you decide that he has done his job and that he should return to the Port Mafia that Akutagawa snaps. You're just sending him away as if he's worth nothing to you. He won't allow you to deprive him of acknowledgement and respect like this. Everyone else would be terrified when faced with the sight of him enraged, Rashomon activated and towering over them yet you remain quite calm. Somehow this adds only salt to the wound as it feels like you aren't even acknowledging just how terrifying his ability is. He doesn't want to admit that he has feelings for you even when you point it out to him but he does react when you admit that you have feelings for him, a look of disbelief crossing his face as he analyses you closely to figure out if you're lying to him or not. He loathes this situation as it is as he hates that you are the one with control in this situation.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠Chuuya and you meet whilst your family discusses a possible partnership with the Port Mafia. You have quite the target on your back, not only as the heir of the family but also because not everyone is too fond of you as you are an illegitimate child so Chuuya is actually there for additional protection. You don't mind too much since he is charming and sweet. It does annoy you a bit though that he follows you wherever you go though you know that he has his orders and that an important partnership is on the line here, meaning that consequences would be grave if he were to let something happen to you. Whilst it isn't pleasant it isn't something you aren't used to either as you have grown up with bodyguards surrounding you. You're just hoping that Chuuya won't be as strict as some of your bodyguards and you seem to have struck gold with him when you discover that a bit of begging and pretty eyes seem to do it for him. If the pretty lady wants to enjoy her time in Yokohama he'll see it through that he fulfills you your wish though you still have to promise him to stay close to him. Other than that Chuuya just allows you to have a great time in the city.

🟠You visit the Port Mafia a lot even after the partnership has been formed simply to get out of your home for a bit and every time Chuuya is assigned to keep an eye on you. At this point the both of you know each other quite well and Chuuya sometimes even jokes that at this point you're just hanging out with him for fun and not because you actually require his protection. He's seen you in action before and he won't lie, his ego was slightly let down when he figured out that he couldn't play hero for you but he's just made sure to turn his flattery up a few notches since then. He loves buying you something as soon as it catches your eye even though you could easily effort it by yourself, insisting that he would like to do at least something for you and he always invites you to dinner with him in expensive restaurants. He's not one to deny what is obvious. Chuuya knows that he has fallen in love with you more than he should have but he can't blame himself for it whenever he looks at you. He just wishes that he could do more and provide for you than he can do now. After all you have already everything many people could only dream of, meaning that he has to impress you all the more.

🟠It's quite likely that the abduction has a more dire background considering the position and the importance that you have. Chuuya can't just simply abduct you after all, not when you are part of the family that his boss works with. Maybe someone did manage to almost get to you and actually injured you, something that would cause Chuuya to act for a short amount of time on his paranoia more than his logic. After all he is a highly protective man. That's probably how you wind up in his house all whilst he is fussing over your wounds before you manage to calm him down enough for him to sit down and listen. It's after he has slightly calmed down that he winds up confessing to you that he can't bear the thought of something happening to you because he loves you and that all he wants is to protect you. This isn't how he had planned things to go, he wanted to properly court you and win your heart over instead of sloppily blurting his feelings out whilst sitting on a couch. He's frustrated and angry with the situation as well as himself until you decide to follow his example and confess to him as well, promising to inform your family that you'll be gone for a while until he's calmed down.

Soo-Won

👑The Kouka Kingdom welcomes the arrival of your family with high hopes and expectations as you are ambassadors of a neighbouring kingdom with which the current king hopes to form an alliance as the other option would be one of conflict and maybe even war. You are also allowed to travel along as your father feels like it is important for you to get a real taste of what diplomacy is after he has taught you years about strategies, tactics and everything you need to know when you eventually take over his role. Soo-Won and you both share the same thought when spotting each other for the first time when your family is greeted into his palace. Both of you think that the other one doesn't look like too much of a threat but at the same time both of you can't help but feel that there is much more than either of you can see on the surface. You can't help but think that there is a dark determination hidden beneath that soft and fragile appearance and Soo-Won can't help but feel like you could be much more dangerous than you look. It is a keen intuition about each other that both of you share and during the banquet held in the evening both of you keep on glancing at each other.

👑What follows is a carefully concealed game of cat and mouse only that is remains unclear who is the cat and who is the mouse. Soo-Won seeks you out and converses with you, questions you how you like it in Kouka and that if you experience any discomfort you can tell him. He uses his carefree and somewhat oblivious personality in an attempt for you to let your guard down yet you remain cautious with the information you reveal. Slightly frustrating but also much more exhilarating in return. In some aspects you remind him of himself as you are very reserved when it comes to revealing too much about yourself. As underhanded of a strategy as it might be, at one point he attempts to crack your facade by subtly bringing up the topic of you being an illegitimate child only to be left even more impressed by you when you hold your head high and masterfully answer the question only for you to return the blow as you question him about his own father, especially the crimes he committed. You are a dangerous player on this field, Soo-Won realises that much yet at the same time he can't help but be drawn to you for some reason. It is almost ironic that despite his intelligence he knows so little about love.

👑When Soo-Won finally realises that he has fallen in love with you, because someone pointed it out to him, he isn't as surprised as he thought he would be. After all it is hard not to fall for a sharp-minded and talented beauty like you. His mind is quickly made up to claim you as his. He could attempt to write your father and ask for your hand in marriage yet he wonders if you have noticed his feelings for you, is curious how you would react if he were to expose his darker side to you. It is this eerie curiosity that leads him to lure you to his bedchambers before locking the door and ordering the guards to not let you out. Any kindness vanishes from his face as he observes you like a hawk, trying to detect any sign of fear on your face or in your body language only to be met with composure and confidence. He can't say that he hates it though, especially once you confirm his suspicion and admit that you knew about his feelings before even he himself was aware of it. You appeal to him though that there is no need for any casualties for he can have an alliance with your kingdom as well as you for you also love him. Looking at you he knows you're going to be his greatest enemy as well as the best Queen.

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Chapter 2: In the lion’s den (Sukuna x reader x Uraume) 🦌🔥🦌🔥🦌🔥🦌

(Sorry for late update and oh boy this one is a lot. I hope you guys enjoy. A little bit of Uraume x reader there so beware 🤭🤭

chapter 1 : The hunter's Prey

Chapter 3: Hope induced by despair

Warning: blood, killing, cannibalism, public embarrassment. Also, in this fanfic i use he/him to call Uraume since before his reincarnation he was male. If it is an issue please tell me. Art by : woshihedawei on twt )

“My lord, I greet you well from your ga-“ words of the followers were cut short from the sight.

There, on lord Sukuna’s right shoulder is a woman, no a doe? Her lower half is of a doe’s and her upper body is of a woman. Her face was concealed by her long black hair. Sukuna holds her like a sack of grains with little to no care. He grins in triumph as he held the woman on his shoulder. On of his large arm, holds her by his waist so she wouldn’t slip off. A part of him wonders if she’s dead. Her body weight almost feels as if she’s dead however, occasional muscle spasms of the doe woman assure him that she’s much alive but unconscious. As he walks into the mansion, passing by cult followers, they all awe at the sight, most of the servants stopping on their tracks to do so. Sukuna scoffs at their reaction. As if their lord isn’t a 4 eyed beast with a mouth on his stomach. Not to mention the extra limbs he possesses. He walks through maze like wooden corridors of the mansion. His looming shadow stretched across the wooden paper sliding doors, shifting and bending with each step along the corridor. Making his way to the person he wants to meet the most.

Uraume as usual, preparing recipes with the help of ten other servants in the kitchen area of the mansion for Sukuna when he brought in his recent prey. Without even turning around, his ears picked up on the familiar sound of heavy footsteps on wood and-

“URAUMEEEE”

Uraume, with a sigh, stop their task in hand. Turning their attention to Sukuna with his head low.

“It seems my lord had a splendid hunt from your tone my lo-“ “THUD” Uraume eyes widen to the object that dropped on to the butcher block.

Everyone in the kitchen stop what they’re doing, turning their attention to the matter that drop on to the butcher block. Just a breath away from gasp. Uraume stop them with a stern glare, making every servant in the kitchen scurry out. Only after the last servant leave and the sound of the sliding door shutting is heard, Uraume grope the skin of it, examining it like a slab of meat. After all, in Uraume’s eyes, man or animal, both are just a slab of meat for them.

“My lord, would you prefer grilled deer meat or human sashimi for your feast?”

Sukuna’s roaring laugh filled the kitchen, threatening to shake the very roof of the kitchen down as he grabs his jaw and stomach to control his laughs.

“You are a great jest Uraume, truly. However, this doe is not for eating.” With an odd gentleness, Sukuna carefully tucks the inky strands of hair that covers Y/N’s face with his fingernails, making sure his sharp nails don’t graze on her pale milky skin. Revealing her unconscious beauty. Even with doe like features on her facial features, her beauty still radiates from wild grace and human elegance. “Take her to the courtesans' quarters. See that she is made presentable. I wish to see her dance at tonight’s feast.” Sukuna claw like fingers, drift from playing with Y/N’s soft doe ears to her soft cheeks, squeezing them, making her unconscious self-pout. This causes the forever tormenting, lord Sukuna to slip an amused smile. Oh how easy it is for you to amuse him.

“Splash!” Y/N gasp awake to the sudden feeling of cold water being splash over her head. Making her gasp for air and cough on water. She hurriedly pushes her hair out of her face to assist the surroundings. You are in a pool of water. No, you are in a tub. A wooden one and the water is cold. You hug your knees in your chest, almost in a defensive effort. The action causes you to let out a pained whimper, realizing the blood that is oozing out of your wound making the once clear water, slightly red.

“Don’t strain yourself.” A cold voice appears behind you, making you sit upright in alarm. The man emerges from behind you.

He walks to the end of the tub with a bucket in hand which he drops it to the corner of the room. You take in your surround to realize you are in a dimly lit, four walled room. The walls made of sliding bamboo paper door, and you can make out the sounds of shifting feet right outside the doors. The man seems to notice your attention as he mutters,

“Ignore them, their miniscule brains cannot comprehend your existence.” His words cold and unempathetic. Almost in a condescending tone.

You realize not only his words are cold when his pale hand reach into the water, pulling out the leg that is injured out of the water in a rough manner, causing you to let out a yelp. You try to straggle out of his icy fingers, but his fingers tighten on your ankle the more you struggle.

“Halt! I wish to not repeat my words.” His tone sharp and clear, making you stop on your tracks.

You can only shiver as your body is awkwardly out of the water with his freezing grip tight around your ankle. You can see the man fiddle out something from his pouch around his waist. He retrieves a needle out with a thread connecting it. You almost pull away but the man just gives you a sharp glare, making you stop from you notion.

“Hold still, your wound needs to be closed.” With that the man carefully starts to stitch your open wound on your thigh.

You grip on the edge of the wooden tub from the pain and to hold yourself steady from being in an awkward position in the tub. Thankfully, the man has no sadistic tendencies as he treats your wound as fast as possible with more care than you would ever put to yourself. You feel conflicted by his hash treatment earlier, opposing the tenderness he has shown when he treats your wound. He gently places your leg back in the water after he’s done with sewing your wound. He wordless baths you with a washcloth. Not a single emotion exposed from the man as you watch curiously at him washing your body. As he scrubs your arms, you can’t help but noticed how masculine and feminine he looks. His white hair and lashes somewhat resemble snow. Soft snow you use to roll around on the forest clearing with your friends. You can remember how soft and cold it felt, you can almost feel it.

Uraume flinch at the feeling of the woman’s soft fingers threading through his air. It was so light, but he felt it. He flinches; a shade of vulnerability crosses his face. His eyes wide, mirroring of the woman’s.

“Please refrain from touching me.”

You kept your head low as the man now you know as Uraume instructed you to. The heavy material of the kimono stuck to your fur and the length of it tangles with your hooves. It hot and uncomfortable, making you internally groan in frustration. Your hooves clatter as you walk down the dark wooden corridor lead by Uraume. The corridors only lit faintly by the yellow candles lights illuminating from the rooms on the other side of the paper sliding doors. You can hear the distance booming laughter of men and instruments playing. The music and the laughter all mix in a concoction of chaos. The closer you get to the source of the noises, the harder it gets for you to breathe, the tighter the kimono starts to get. Your labored breath starts to quicken. Beads of sweat starts to form on your peach fuzz temple as you stand in front of the door, where you assume lord Sukuna would be. The lord Uraume said you must entertain. Wait why must you entertain him?

“Do as he command you to. Don’t question, don’t resist if you value your life.” The thought left you when you feel the cold touch of Uraume’s hand over your shoulder.

A part of him feels bad for this woman, seeing how she’s already trembling even before seeing his lord. However, the twisted part of him want to see if he can make her tremble more. His icy fingers drift from the tight hold of her shoulder to slowly drifting down to feel the smooth texture of her kimono sleeves with just the tip of his fingers. Not feeling her skin until just for a brief moment. Just for a few seconds. Uraume holds the back of your heated hand in a feather light touch.

So brief that you thought you imagine it. Before you could think more of the matter. Uraume sharply make his presence known.

“My lord…The doe has arrived.”

The voices and the music inside silence as if they never existed.

“Come in.” The familiar voice make you froze in your place. Your eyes widen. You’ve heard of this voice before. Before you can question more, the sliding doors open and your horrors greet you.

Sukuna’s eyes lighten with delight at the sight of his doe. Her beautiful fur hidden under all those fabrics, much to his disappointment. However, soft patches of fur peeks out of her nape and the doe like features of on her facial features are enough to please Sukuna for now.

“Come my dear, do not be afraid.” Sukuna said with a knowing grin.

Y/N hasn’t registered the jest which edge the sadistic part of Sukuna further. The room full of follower’s eyes follow to lord Sukuna before traveling to Y/N’s face before back to Sukuna. Only when he slips a smirk does everyone in the room start to laugh maniacally to the point where it looks like an act. Y/N grimace at the sight. She doesn’t dare to step into what looks to be a big hall, lit with bright candle lights and suffocating incense, but in actuality, a lion’s den that she might not be able to crawl out of. Y/N took a step back, wanting to run back down to hall and jump out any window she could find but her efforts were stopped by Uraume’s firm hand against her back pushing her in. She looks back to him with betrayed eyes only for Uraume to slide the door shut on her face.

“Feast your eyes upon my finest prize as of late. She may wear the skin of a woman, but beneath all that cloth, she is naught but a deer. Tell me, do you find it so hard to believe?" Sukuna’s deep voice crackle the air into silence. The followers stop their laughter in an instant like puppets on a string.

"My lord, how could such a thing be? Do you mean to test our wit with this riddle?" “Oh you will see, such thing could be possible.” Sukuna’s eyes darken with malicious intent. He grins from these lips and from the mouth of his stomach, exposing those familiar beastly sharp teeth. All Y/N could do is shiver in her sport, not daring to move an inch. "Come forth, stand before me. Let me take in the whole of you." Sukuna’s eyes follow as you move forward.

Your hooves clatter on the tatami mats as you step forward into the middle of the room. You gaze on the floor, not daring to look up. How room feels almost hotter now. The hot candles and the obnoxious smell of incense intensify as you approach lord Sukuna. It’s making you lightheaded. You did lose a lot of blood earlier, making you weaker than you actually are, and all of this is making you feel like you are trapped in hell fire of sorts.

“Strip”

The word snaps you out of your daze notions. You look confuse, almost not understanding why you must take off these fabrics when Uraume had carefully put on me with great efforts.

"Remove your kimono. I would have our guest witness the deer that lies beneath your guise."

At that moment, you don’t feel uncomfortable. The shame of nudity is something unfamiliar to you. You live in the wild with nothing. So, as every living creature you’ve met. So, when you slip off the kimono, you felt nothing of shame just fear from not knowing what is going on. Finally, when all the confining fabrics of the kimono drop to the floor. You almost felt free as the cool air touched your bare skin. Freedom that’s short lived as soon as the eyes of the followers’ stare at you. Their inappropriate eyes stare at you like an object, not a living being that can feel their stares. Only then, you experience the shame of nudity for the first time. The discomfort starts to seep into your skin. Your arms cradle your chest, your hands gripping your shoulders tight to bring in some comfort. Your legs threaten to buckle and fall. Your eyes widen in confusion and fear at this foreign feeling.

"Gaze upon her, isn’t she exotic?" Sukuna could barely contain his excitement as he watches his doe squirm on her hooves. She’s trembling and he can see it, yet he makes no attempt to consol her. “Your grace, you have done exceedingly well in your hunt. Truly, you possess an unmatched eye for discovering treasures even in the most untamed of places." One of the follows said in awe. Sukuna just scoffs. He rather not hears the praise of his cult following right now. Now his interest is held to this poor doe. "Come now, I know creatures like you are fond of jumping around, aren’t you? Go on, hop.” Sukuna purposely lowers his tone as if to tease a child but in the context of the situation. It only sound of ridicule over Y/N.

Y/N through teary eyes, not knowing what is going on, she does as what Uraume told her to do. Listen to lord Sukuna if she wants to live. She hops. A small leap to her side. When her hooves land on the mat. Sukuna starts to laugh in triumph.

“More, go on, hop around more.” Sukuna rumbles out through his cackling laugh. Every follower around him starts to laugh along with him. Making a fool out of y/n.

Tears start to fall down your cheek. You don’t know what’s going on nor know why they are making you do this. All of this is strange, odd and unnaturally cruel. With shaky legs, you hop, with every hop, more laughter from the crowd comes out, the louder Sukuna gets.

“Go on, hop like a little fool you are.” The last jib causes you to fall on the tatami mat with a thud. You last hop makes your legs unable to hold yourself up under the sheer pressure of embarrassment and shame.

You huddle on the floor, holding you knee and you face in your lap, closing your eyes, you wish to disappear.

This is not real.

I am not here

I don’t exist

This is not real

A glimpse of concern morphs onto Sukuna’s face when his doe falls. He slights get up from his lean back sitting position. Something that the followers fail to notice since they are too entrance in the doe.

“Lord her fur, can we touch it?” “Yes lord can we?”

The followers are not even looking at Sukuna when making such request as they are too entrance in the doe. Sukuna face morph into disgust at the sight of perversions shown on the followers’ behaviour. Some of them even started to crawl closer to his doe from where they sat on the floor. Sukuna felt immense disgust at the sight.

Roaches…Disgusting roaches that he could squash in less than a second.

“I hereby forbid any human in the 100-meter radius from moving until say the word now.”

Y/N eyes finally open when she heard those words. First, she realizes the silence, that unnatural silence. Did those men leave? She timidly looks up, slowly from her position. The sight causes her to let out a gasp. There, in front her, men just a few inches from her, in a position of trying to reach to her. However something is freezing them in place, she doesn’t know what but it’s unnatural. Their face quivering in fear, eyes wide open. Her gaze quickly shifts to Sukuna when he got up from where he sat. He stretches and yawn, his muscles rippling, seen from how he wears only one sleeve of the kimono and the other arm off, showing off his two powerful right arms and the slit along his stomach. Markings tatters his expose body with ink. He strides towards her, much to her horror, he steps on to the frozen followers of his, crushing them under his feet, literally. Blood splatters across the floor with every steps. It oozes along the tatami mat until it reaches your fingers that you planted on the mat. It stains your pale soft hands that never do no harm. With Sukuna’s final steps, the splatter of blood reaches your face. You felt the warm liquid on your cheek and jaw, but you don’t dare to look down. Your eyes strain on lord Sukuna’s face. Much to his delight. He gets down on one knee, to see you eye to eye. His piercing gaze meet your eye before it travels down to your lips. His calloused thumb reaches up, swiping the droplets of blood that landed on your lips, causing a rouge smear along your lower lips.

Sukuna smirk at that sight, oh how he wishes to paint you red in that moment. Instead, he holds a firm grip on your jaw with his thick hand. He leans real close to you, enough that you could feel his warm breath against your face and his 4 eyes staring down at you. Your lips just mere inches from his. Then...

“Now”

(Thank you for your support from my Chapter 1 post. It really means a lot to me. Thank you everyone. Again, I apologize for any grammatical error as English isn’t my first language. If you are confused why I use ‘you’ and ‘she/her’ to acknowledge reader sometimes is because when I use ‘you’, it is meant to be personal and to show the perspective of reader however when I use ‘she/her’ this is to show reader in the perspective of others. That’s all I hope you guys enjoyed and stay tune for the next ones) @paradisestarfishh

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