#wearing an h necklace………. sigh

[seiwas]

*head in hands* thinking abt iwaizumi n call it what you want by taylor swift

[crispy-armpit]

✧ 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑 ✧

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ ɢᴏᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𓇼˚₊‧꒰ა 🫧 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚𓇼

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 10 dollars on a dare leads you to break one superstition that changes your life forever. you begin to learn secrets tied to your family and upbringing, at the cost of your freedom. who is this mysterious Anshumat, and why does he want you?

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺, violence, implied stalking, kidnapping, choking, reader gets called a bride once

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,418

⭒ a/n: yan sea god was inspired by an Indonesian myth called Nyi Roro Kidul! it's a really interesting legend if you want to learn more abt it ^^ also.... man tits...... meow..

will you venture down this path?

growing up, you would stay over at your grandmother's house every summer. her beautiful seaside cottage made the perfect accommodation for a family getaway. throughout your childhood, the superstitious old woman restricted you from doing specific things. rules like never whistling at night, don't open an umbrella indoors, etc.

you'd eventually found out that these were just scare tactics for children to make them listen. but there was one rule that your grandmother seemed to fear the most, a rule that never made sense... never wear white to the local beach. and when questioning her about the rule, she'd tell you the same story every time.

"long ago...

a cruel serpent god who once ruled these waters would rise from the ocean and into the islands, devouring innocent villagers and destroying temples along its path.

the gods and humans were furious at its actions. fed up with the destruction and death, they prepared a plan to thwart the serpent; a binding curse.

the serpent was cursed to spend its days rotting in a hidden island, where it was accompanied by its servants. it was also tasked with granting blessings to sailors passing through the rocky tides, where it weighed the sins of each individual to seal their fates.

but over the decades... the serpent grew bored and lonely. through a loophole, the serpent found a way to abduct humans. you see.. the serpent loves the colour white and pearls. so much so, it would use its voice, so alluring, to lure the poor victims who happened to wear such things. and once in the water, the serpent would drag the human to its temple where they would become its slave.. or worse...

its spouse."

here you are today, telling the same tale in front of your young niece and nephew. "well, that's one way to get bitches." your nephew, Keona laughs. a scoffing Kehlani adds on, "nah, who would want to marry an overgrown slimy snake?"

"hey now, take that shit to grandma. she just assigned me to be your storyteller," you shrugged. "and this story has a real reasoning behind it, ok?"

"what? sexy sea snake destroying villages?"

"no, it's so that little rascals like you..." you drill both your index fingers onto their foreheads, "are easier to find if you ever get lost at sea."

how did i end up here...

facepalming yourself, you sigh. you were disappointed in yourself. how'd you let those little punks reel you in a dare? where was the self-respect? the dignity? seriously, breaking your grandmother's number 1 rule for what? 10 dollars?

you walk along the shore while wearing a flowy white shirt and neck encased in one of your mother's pearl necklaces. the dare was simple: successfully walk down the shoreline without chickening out and boom— an extra 10 dollars into your wallet.

you'd prove to the twins that you weren't scared of a little bedtime story. buuut just in case you did happen to go missing (for reasons that are totally not hungry sea serpent related), you brought essentials in a bag, left a letter for your family, and are currently being watched by the twins.

laughing at yourself for the paranoia, you nearly reach the edge of the walk until you hear a feminine wail from between the hidden rocks. is someone hurt? the sound was coming from beyond your finishing point so it wouldn't hurt to check, right?

signalling the twins to come over, you bend down to their heights, "listen, it sounds like someone's in trouble past those rocks. so I want you both to go grab the first aid kit and call Officer Holden over, 'kay?" they nod and scamper off into town.

approaching the rocks, you peek in to find a naked... mermaid?! observing her, you notice the torn skin on her iridescent tail and warily walk over to her. "uh... hey? hola? salve? hallo? i'm ah— good human! no... nooooo bad.."

you notice the air seems to smell... sweeter?

the woman looks up at you from the sand with pleading eyes, "please— please help me! my name is Coralie, my master, he—"

"woah, it's ok! you're safe, help is coming. uh, your master? did he do this to you? are you an underwater criminal?!"

a distant melodious voice interrupts you. Coralie's previously pained face now warps into a sinister grin as her wound disappears. she crawls towards you as your vision fogs up and your knees buckle to the soft sand. the song lulls you into a deep sleep, your body now being pulled into the shallow waters.

you awake to the bright rays of sunshine and lungs filling in with fresh air. but the next in your line of sight knocked all the air out of your body again.

the luminous, barely-clothed body of an unknown man sat above you. his 9'7 self relaxed on the marble throne, with 2 pairs of eyes fixated on you. what the fuck is that?

you gawk at him, "holy mother of god..."

i'm not dreaming, am i?

his gaze shifts into amusement, "wrong. we gods do not have mothers. we were created."

"you're a... a god?"

"is it not obvious enough from my appearance? would you like to see another version of me?" the towering deity begins to warp into a feminine body as if it was melting and moulding itself. "is this preferable?" her new voice is flirtatious, genuinely curious.

then, she tries to warp into a third body. the transformation looks more painful than the one prior, it barely shifts halfway into a gruesome beast before returning back to its first body. he huffs while grasping his golden collar, "this... is not my original form. I have been cursed, long ago, to never set foot on human lands. this island is both my kingdom and prison."

you shakily stand up the marble floor, now noticing Coralie standing beside the throne with a pair of legs. slowly processing his words, you piece together the clues from his story and your memories of the abduction. this couldn't be...

"you are.. you're the sea serpent god! I can't believe grandma was right— shit, shit shit—"

he smirks at your panic, "correct. I am Anshumat; shapeshifter deity of the raging tides, granter of safe travels—"

"murderer and enslaver." you complete.

Anshumat roars, "correct again! you're on a strike, dear y/n. though trust me, my servants are treated well."

"..how do you know my name?"

"oh you poor thing, granny never told you? I know everything about you— a name is barely anything."

"told me what?"

"she used to be my cupbearer. until she escaped with that bastard traitor. isn't that right, Coralie?"

she nods, "yes, master."

"please sir, let me leave. my family— they'll search for me! I have a cat at home! I haven't even finished my favourite show.. so please..." you try to list more life goals.

he chuckled, "oh you are so amusing. and why would I do that? we've barely just been engaged, dear."

"what do you mean engaged?"

"I've been watching you since you took your first breath on earth, y/n. so imagine my surprise— to see you wrapped up in my favourite colour, like a pretty bride. you're my sacrifice."

fear tingles your spine, "wait, that was just a dare! i didn't really mean it!"

"doesn't matter. you will be my pearl."

"no! I have a family, a partner—"

"i said... it doesn't fucking matter." he slams his fist against the throne arm, "and you'll be seeing the head of that twat soon enough."

you don't give him a glance before you're turning your back and run down the staircase of the grand temple. careful not to trip, you focus on the flight of stairs, painfully aware of the loud footsteps approaching behind you. it doesn't take a second for Anshumat to pull on the collar of your shirt and slam you onto the staircase.

he sits atop you, lower region heavily grinding against your stomach. "get off me! don't you have hundreds of other options?! why me?!" you scream.

his bedazzled skin blocks your view of the sun, furious eyes glowing under his shadow, and sharp teeth bared into a snarl. "you do not get to leave me again. you will stay, and worship me. this island will be our eternal paradise."

large hands pressing against your throat, you struggle before darkness begins to cloud your vision.

"this time, you will live."

[klipkillakai]

|pt3|

you laugh when your bestie mia tells you about her vacation in florida, she’s currently telling you about her sneaky links and showing you pictures as you do her nails, you’ve been doing your own nails for years and you’ve extended to doing your friends too.. you softly tap the acrylic onto her nail shaping it neatly—

“ugh i wanna go on a vacation” you say as you start filing her nails.. “you could’ve went with me i asked” she says in a sing song voice slightly teasing you, you roll your eyes “you know how my parents are stop playing” she laughs and nods..

your phone vibrates and you hear a ding cutting your music off for a second and you look down at your phone and see it’s a text from connie, you immediately feel warmth all over your body and try your hardest to fight back a smile..

“unt unt girl you gotta tell me about him now” laughing you say “it’s not much to tell yet, we’re just hanging out you know?” mia gives you a knowing look “mhm” and goes back to humming to the sza song playing through your room

a while later your taking pictures of her nails, “girl hold your hand straight” you laugh.. “i’m trying shit, i drank too much coffee” you giggle and finally get pictures to your satisfaction and sigh leaning back in your chair.. then you start to clean up

“so there’s this house party tonight down the block you trynna go?” you look up “i don’t know, you know ion really go to parties like that” mia groans “please y/n i don’t wanna go by myself and we don’t have to stay long” you think about it… “ugh fine” you say and she yells “period!” you start thinking about what your gonna wear and how your gonna do your hair “so imma leave, the party starts at 6 and i’m gonna go get ready and imma pick you up then okay?” you wipe down the table “okay bet” she comes over and gives you a quick hug before leaving—

“life is better on saturn” you sing while you put highlighter on the tip of your nose while looking in the mirror, you hear a ding and mia texts you she’s outside so you quickly get up looking at your outfit, mid rise jeans and a cropped white halter top, something slight something comfortable, you slip on black kitten heels you thrifted and you put on all your jewelry, rings, necklaces, bracelets, and switching out some of the earrings on your stack..

you drench your body in perfume because that’s the only way to do it and you grab your purse, quickly grabbing your lip gloss and liner before running out the door—

connie looks down at his phone for the 100th time today, waiting for you to text him back, he takes another hit from his blunt, and ignores when his friends try to talk to him about something cause now.. you stressin him out a little bit.. you haven’t gotten to the point in your relationship where your sharing locations so he has no idea where you are or what your doing.. he sends you another text

“wya mama?”

he waits 10 mins and still no response, he sits up a bit and rubs a hand down his face “this fucking girl man” he whispers and gets up, mumbling to his friends he has to go..

you unknowingly forgot to text him back and your in your own little world as your at the party, you dance with mia grinding against each other and singing tipsily towards each other giggling, it’s hot and sweaty and it truly feels like a movie, the beatbox your drinking is running through your veins and pumping false confidence and sensuality, it hinders your common sense a bit so you allow that one guy to touch up on you a little bit, you let him hold your waist as he moves behind you—

you and mia slip away from the dancing a bit going to find more drinks, you lean in the counter giggling with mia watching her pour a bunch of different liquors in two cups for you both and you feel your phone buzz and realize your getting a call, not only that but you’ve gotten several texts, you pick up

“h-hello?” you stutter a bit and giggle

“y/n? where you been i’ve been texting you all day”

you realize it’s connie and you slightly sober up

“im sorry ive been out all d-day, i didn’t see the texts”

connie slightly clenches his jaw as he sits in his car and tries to calm himself down, “where you at now?”

“im at a party with mia” you giggle softly

“who tf is-” connie starts his car and speeds down the road.. “where’s the party at”

“ummmm” you hum trying to think about it but your drunk mind won’t let you, “i’m gonna just send you my location” you do so and connie looks at it realizing it one of his buddies house and makes a turn and heads there.. “i’m on my wa- he’s about to say but is cut off when you abruptly hang up” he almost throws his phone but calms himself down—

you accidentally hang up as you get handed another drink and you go back to the dance floor, they start playing vybez kartel and you get it lit asf, you and mia start whining and twerking on each other.. mia records you as you unbutton your pants allowing the ass to move a bit more and you twerk on her “baby, baby mi a plead” you sing in unison and you both are laughing and having a good ass time..

the guy from before comes over and you let him hold you waist as you whine—

connie walks into the party hearing “one man” loudly playing one the speakers, he sees a sea of people dancing, laughing, chatting, drinking and smoking, he daps up a few people as we walks through the crowd looking for you..

he walks throughout the house and he finally sees you, and when he does he looses his fucking mind, he sees some random guy behind you holding your waist, as you whine on him, he sees that pretty ass smile on your face, your eyes slightly glossy and low how they usually are when you smoke together and not a care in the world..

he almost blacks out and quickly walks to you, yanking the guy off and pulling out a gun, and pressing it to the guys head and he says quietly “back the fuck up” you look at the gun and you slightly gasp in shock

“connie?” you ask, softly tugging him back.. connie looks back at you and gives you a look you never want to see from him again “imma deal with you in a second” he says low enough for only you two to hear and goes back to the guy currently trying to act hard infront of the crowd of people, connie cocks the gun and presses it harder against his head “do sumn i dare you..”

he threatens and the guy starts backing off..

connie stares him down until he walks away and he slowly turns back at you and you sober up a bit

“im sor- connie cuts you off and grabs your hand and drags you outside, you try to talk but connie doesn’t respond, he gets to his car and opens the door for you letting you get inside and slamming your door..

you start feeling a nervous flutter in your lower belly and watch as he rounds the car and gets in, starting the car and pulling off without saying a word

“connie” you say softly trying to get his attention but his hand just grips the wheel and he speeds up, you softly try to touch his chin and he grabs your hand and pulls it down..

“talk to me” you whisper, looking up at him and rubbing his arm.. still no response.. you sigh and sit back down looking out the window slightly biting your lip, as you sit there you get an idea.. definitely influenced by the alcohol and weed running through your veins..

you look over at him and you softly start to rub his chest, you lean a bit closer and press small kisses to his shoulder, “talk to me” you whisper again, you start to drag your hand down his chest to his lap and you rub his thigh.. biting your lip you slide you hand over to his bulge and start to palm it and you lean towards his ear “please talk to me papa” you say in the sweetest voice you can muster.. you watch as his eyes quickly flicker over to yours and you slightly smile knowing you almost got him..

you take off your seatbelt, trusting he won’t crash and you undo his belt and unbutton his jeans, you reach down and pull his dick out, he’s so hard and the tip is a painful red and you watch as a singular bead of precum rolls down his tip, you look up at him and he’s watching you with a dazed lustful look, but you also see anger behind them at that makes you feel a multitude of things..

you look back down and press a small kiss to the tip, and you hear a slow release of air come from his mouth, almost like a slow hiss, relying on books you’ve read and videos you watched you do the best you can, softly spitting on his dick and wrapping your mouth around his tip, using your hand with your freshly done acrylics to handle the rest..

connie feels like he’s going insane, he’s angry with you you, but at the same time he needs you so desperately, he quickly pulls into a parking lot so he can focus on what you doing, connie parks and slightly puts his seat back allowing you to have more room, he pushes your braids always from your eyes so he can see them while he looks down at you—

you hollow your cheeks and start to bob your head connie’s eyes nearly roll back and he holds your har up guiding you.. you move faster, taking it deeper while looking up at him for reassurance..

“ugh fuck” connie groans “just like that”

“don’t think i forgot about what you was doing mama, had me stressed all day.. ignoring me nd shi”

you feel connie tug your braids lifting your head up and you look at him, he stares downs at you and grabs your face with his hand and he licks and bites his lip as if he’s holding himself back from something, you watch as he slowly grabs his gun from the armrest and picks it up looking at if before slowly rubbing it on your lips and then slowly raising it to the side of your temple…

this sends a slice of terror down your back, you freeze and look up at connie, your eyes getting teary and blurry.. but.. deep down.. you feel that slow wave of heat pooling in your belly, the slow trickle of your slick filling your panties, and that soft throb.. and that’s what scares you the most.. you like this..

“i don’t ever wanna see you on another guy like that you hear me?”

“i swear to god y/n i will kill that motherfucker and then imma be on yo ass after”

he leans down closer to you “nod if you understand”

you slowly nod, a tear rolls down your cheek and your drunk mind struggles to process the influx of emotions your feelings right now..

he puts the gun down and leans back softly grabbing the base of his dick and squeezing it, jerking it softly before tapping it against your lips.. “open” he whispers and you do… you take his dick in your mouth, sitting up a bit and going as deep as you can, you gag softly and connie groans quietly “there you go” he whispers and you start to bob your head up and down..

you start to drool and let it get sloppy and nasty, you use both of your hands to jerk the base as you bob your head and connie’s eyes roll back and he holds a hand over his face “fuuuuck” he whispers and you respond with soft gags and soft little moans..

you slide your mouth off with a “pop!” and you start to kiss his balls heavy with cum as you look up at him.. “who taught you this” he almost whimpers and looks slightly jealous.. “m-my first time” you say as you drag your lips up and down his length..

“stop fucking playing” he groans absolutely not believing you.. “m’not lying papa” and you take him back in your mouth gagging softly and taking it as deep you can go.. at this point your mascara is rolling down your cheeks and your eyes are teary and red, but connie thinks this is the prettiest he’s ever seen you and he knows that makes him a sick bastard but he doesn’t care..

“your gonna make me-” he quickly pulls your head away as he felt he was about to cum, “shit baby hollon we going back to my place”… you softly whine and he nods “i know baby i know” you sit up and get back in your seat and connie tucks himself back in before quickly pulling out the parking lot and speeding back home..

he pulls into the parking garage and he hops out and so do you, you softly slip of your heels and you walk on your tippy toes to the elevator, connie notices and quickly picks you up bridal style and you let out a sharp gasp and immediately you feel a bit insecure..

“put me down m’too heavy” you try to slip out of his hold..

connie looks down at you and softly smacks his teeth, “stop moving ma, i gotchu” you feel flustered and look away and you nervously chew on your lip and you quietly ride the elevator with him, it dings and he carries you to the door and taps his fob on the door and walks inside, he carrie’s you down the hall and too his room and he drops you on his bed..

he stands at the foot of his bed and stares down at you and you stare back, the tension in the room getting denser and denser, he smiles softly and pulls his phone out and soon after you hear music playing, through speaks all throughout his apartment.. he reaches behind him and pulls off his shirt, your soon met with all his tattoos you love and his gold chain dangling from his neck, you lie on your back slightly sitting up on your elbows and you watch him..

he grabs your legs and pulls you towards him and leans down and traps you between his arms, and softly drags his nose down your neck and presses soft kisses down the path “you want this?” he whispers, and you slowly wrap your legs around his waist “it’s my first time” you whisper back, realizing how intimate the situation has gotten “do you want me to be your first?” he asks looking at you hoping you’ll say yes..

you stare up at him nodding softly.. “words mama” he whispers tenderly as his lips hover over yours, “yes..i would love for you to be my first” and connie smiles the brightest smile you’ve seen from him and that makes your heart palpate.. you both are heading towards dangerous territory and you both don’t give one fuck..

he captures your lips in a deep.. passionate kiss, you both letting out the pent up emotions you’ve both been holding in, his rage and passion.. and his care and worry.. your fear and obsession.. and your love and care..

he pulls away from your lips and slowly moves down, he’s looking up at you.. head between your plush thighs and he softly kisses them.. you get flustered and shy feeling insecure about the slight discoloration on the inside.. but connie absolutely could not care less, he kisses and bites your thighs likes his last meal on earth, he presses a soft kiss to your waist and drags he knuckles softly down the slit of your panties where he can see your slick pooling, you twitch and let out soft whimpers and that’s music to his ears..

he presses a kiss to your clothed clit before pulling your panties down, watching a string of your wetness still attached to it and his dick throbs against his belt and he lets out and audible groan..

he spreads your thighs and spreads your lips with his fingers before dragging his tongue down your slit then up to your clit, you mouth drops and you let out a moan, you quickly reach down and grab his hair feeling your toes curl, your heart beats a bit faster and he grips your thighs and holds them down before he sucks and flicks he tongue over your clit, completely ravishing you.. he tongues moves quickly and with purpose he sucks, bites, spits in tandem, knowing exactly how to get you where he wants you, he watches your tight hole clench and leak out clear slick and it drives him crazy..

he slaps your pussy and you look at him and moan “you like that?” “hm?” he slaps it again and you let out a quiet sob.. loving the stinging pain “again please” you whine, and he does it again.. over and over until your sobbing.. he goes back to licking and sucking.. until your loose enough for him to slide one finger inside..your back arches and your eyes roll back “im gonna cum” you whimper out and you do.. you toes curl and your ears ring and a flash of white blurs your vison for a second..

connie watches the whole thing and nearly cums in his pants, the face you make the feeling of your clenching around his fingers drives him insane, you slowly come down from your high and connie sits up pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and stands up walking across the room and opening a drawer grabbing a box of condoms and walking back..

you look up at him “i want to feel you” you whisper and his eye snap towards you “you don’t want me to wear one?” “no” you say.. almost sounding like a plead.. “you comfortable taking plan b?” he asks wanting to do what you think is best..

“i don’t mind.. i just wanna feel you” that sends a ping in his heart and he nods and smiles softly, he climbs back on the bed and hovers between your legs, he leans forward kissing you and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.. “tell me if you need me to stop.. slow down.. anything aii?” “want you to enjoy this too” you smile and nod “i will” you whisper..

he leans back grabbing your legs and pulling them next to his waist, he grabs the base of his dick and softly rubs it up and down your slit and back and forth over your clit, you feel pangs of pleasure blooming all over you body, everywhere starting to become super sensitive and hot, and when he starts to push his dick inside, you bite back a scream.. your eyes water and connie keeps looking up at you.. his heart slightly breaking knowing your in pain but he keeps pushing inside.. he knows he’s big and he knows he gonna have to pace himself with you..

“you doing so good for me mama” he coos as he rubs your thigh, pushing the rest of himself inside and letting out a sigh.. “your gonna fucking kill me” he whispers to himself and leans forwards and starts slow and deep thrusts.. rolling his hips into you..

your mouth slightly agape, you feel dazed and you feel like the deepest itch has been scratched, connie feels your pussy throb and pulsate around his dick and he tucks his face in your neck letting out small whimpers.. a whispering all sorts of colorful language.

he starts picking up his pace, now pounding into you, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping together fills the room almost drowning out the music, “that feel good?” he coos “yea?” and you nod “so so good” you stutter out the best you can.. he can tell your almost fucked out and he’s barely started yet, poor thing he thinks to himself.. he pushes your thighs back so far that they reach your ears and slightly burn, and he pounds into you, at an abnormal pace,

“fuck fuck fuck” he spits out as he pounds into.. his body covered in sweat and his brows furrowed.. all you can do is moan and take it, it’s a complete sensory overload and you don’t know what to do, you reach for him and he leans down and whispers all sorts of nasty shit in your ear..

“fucking gonna take all this nut yea?”

“want me to fill you up? nasty bitch”

“taking this dick so good for me”

“all you needed was some dick mama, cs now your being the good girl i know you are”

every sentence makes your clench and tighten around him and you both get closer and closer to cumming..

all of sudden connie pulls out and flips you over, quickly slapping your ass “arch yo back f’me” he says and you do your best, raising your ass and curing your back and laying your pretty head on the bed softly reaching down and rubbing your clit to alleviate the pain coming from your sore hole..

connie slide himself back into you, holding your waist and pounding into you, your mouth drops and connie moans and kneads your ass, he pounds into you from behind, bullying his thick dick into you from behind as he looses his mind, muttering all sorts of incoherent shit, just trying to express in his equally fucked out mind how fucking good it feels..

you just a babbling mess “that feels so g-good”…

“pa i cant- shit~ you whimper out not knowing what to do or say, it feels so wet and full and good, you feel connie kissing your back and grabbing your ass and all you know is that you don’t want it to stop, you feel you belly feel full and warm and you know your about to cum soon and so is he, he picks up the pace and he bites his lip so hard he tastes blood and he feels you tighten so much around his dick he cums..

“FUCK” he spits out, while you whimper a soft “shit” and you cum together, juices and fluids mixing together making it even more sloppy that it already is, he’s still slowly pounding into you and you put your hand against his belly “s’to sensitive” you whimper out, and he twitches and slowly stops.. he pulls out off you and you shiver, your thighs shaking and you plop down on the bed, immediately feeling exhaustion taking over you..

connie kisses down your back and uses all his strength to get up and grab a towel for you, he softly wipes between your thighs and uses the same to wipe his dick, he pull off the crop top you both didn’t bother to take off and grabs one of his shirts and pulls it over you, he slips his boxers back on and plops on the bed next to you, he pulls you on his chest and softly rubs your back..

he softly rubs your cheek and he feels such a strong emotion take over him that he barely recognizes anymore, and he doesn’t want to admit to himself what it is, so he softly kisses your forehead and closes his eyes, falling asleep with you..

|a/n|

y’all writing smut is absolutely NOT for the weak, that’s why this release took so long cause i have to spend so long visualizing what i want them to actually be doing 😭 but i hope y’all like it fr.. and thanks girl for lil gun idea you ate fr 🩷

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✦Incorrect C.o.D Quotes, AGAIN AGAIN✦

Ghost: Release me, woman. Fem!Y/N: …. *hugs him tighter* :3 Ghost, scared of intimacy: UNHAND ME!- -- (Comedic Death Mention) Someone: I shot you six times hOW ARE YOU ALIVE?! Y/N: Fool! The only one that’s gonna knock me off is ME! Price: *PANICKING*

-- Gaz: What did you do? Soap: ….suckdickonaccident Gaz: What? Soap: Sucked dick on accident! Gaz: HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SU-

-- Gaz: Here. We’ll put your phone on the aux- Y/N: NO DON’T- Speakers on full volume: FUCKFUCKFUCKMEUPANDCUTCUTCU- Price: JESUS BLOODY CHRIST *shuts off radio* Soap: *scratching the inside of his ear* Steamin’ Jesus- Y/N: I tried to warn you! Gaz: Who listens to Slipknot at 0900?! Ghost: *raises hand* Gaz: That’s- okay that’s fair. Soap: I’ve gone deaf. Y/N: You’re a bomb tech, it was gonna happen eventually. Soap: *middle finger* Price: *disappointed sigh* It’s too early for this-

-- (This one’s kinda sad but I couldn't stop thinkin' bout it-) Alejandro: You used to be nice…or did you never used to be? Valeria: … Alejandro: Oh god…maybe you never used to be…

-- Not a quote but if any of you have heard that audio that’s the names of the Princes of Hell overlayed on Funky Town, please imagine Soap & Y/N dancing to the Funky Town portion while Ghost sits there menacingly. Thank you.

-- (Depression joke) Y/N: Ahaaaa I’m soooo unwell. Price: Go to the psyche- Y/N: Ya know what it never was? That serious. It was never that serious- Price: Get your ass back here- Y/N: NEVER!-

-- König: I’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day, I’ll die. Horangi: No-

-- (Valeria has no color here, I ran out) Valeria: *eye roll* I am not trying to seduce you. Y/N, bi panicking: …. Valeria, but now smug: Would you like me to seduce you? Y/N: *strained wheeze & squeaky* Already achieved ma’am- Gaz: *listening to a mic implanted on Y/N* God damnit dON’T LET YOUR MOMMY ISSUES RUIN THIS MISSION!

-- (These next two have mental health jokes in’em) Y/N, hyper cleaning the base: AHAHA, yes! I’m finally feeling bett- ah, wait. I’m manic, and I’m hyper cleaning everything, ✨as a diversion✨. Price: P s y c h e . Y/N: Jokes on you, old man. I already have meds for this! …might need to up them though they feel like they’ve stopped working. Price: When did you start to feel they weren’t working? Y/N: Like three months ago. Price: PSYCHE Y/N: ASKING THEM QUESTIONS ABOUT MEDS ARE SCAAAARRYYY Price: YOU KILL MEN ALMOST EVERYDAY Y/N: Fair point. (Take ya meds)

-- Price: I don’t understand you- Y/N: Good! Means you’re probably mentally well. Price: I- Gaz: We really need to like- specify when you’re joking and when you’re serious, you’re gonna give him a heart attack.

-- Gaz: …Hm. Price: You’ve been staring at me for the past six minutes, what is it?Gaz: I think you have a grey hair. Price: Y/N, speeding in: WHICH IS TOTALLY FINE, IT’S BARELY EVEN THERE AND EVEN IF YOU WERE GOING GREY IT’D LOOK FANTASTIC ON YOU. Price: …would it? Y/N: Absolutely! …*thumps Gaz in the back of the head* Gaz: Ow-Uh yeah! Yeah! Actually I don’t even think it’s there, just the lighting. Price: Hm…alright. Y/N: Mhm! *death glare* Gaz: *mouthing* I’msosorry-

-- (Will someone please notice that I write Ghost as "Simon" when he's with Soap and they're being soft? It's intentional-) Soap: I’m not really sure what I’d do if I lost you… Simon: I know what I’d do. Soap: What? Simon: I’d find you.

-- Soap: I got my ankles microwaved. Ghost: X-rayed. Soap: They took my blood away for science! Ghost: Cholesterol tests. Soap: Si had his sinuses…removed? Ghost: Looked at. Soap: Some guy looked at my penis, touched it. That was weird. Ghost, cleaning blood off a knife: That guy wasn’t even a doctor.

-- Medic!Y/N: You think killing is hard? Try healing something. That is hard, that requires patience. Alejandro, watching them bandage his hand: Hm… Medic!Y/N: You can break something in two seconds. *vaguely motions to Ghost, then Price, then at a necklace Alejandro wears that came from Valeria* But it can take forever to fix it. Alejandro: …aye…well said.

-- Gaz: *being annoying and singing a song for the 10,000th time* Price: KYLE! Gaz: I’m watchin’ my tone, dunana. I ain’t talkin’ back, no, why? Cause I’ma get thrown, dunana-

-- Graves: You know, Ghost, real talk bro, you never say nothin’ when you’re around us. Why is that? Ghost: Cause I don’t fucking like you guys.

-- Enemy: I’m gonna send you to God. Y/N: God? I’m insulted you think I’d end up in Heaven. I work hard for my sins, thank you very much. Ghost: We are hostages right now, can you please not-

-- Valeria: And guess who gets to be my little helper.~ Y/N: It’s me, I’m the helper… Valeria: That’s right, you sure are.~ Alejandro: Alright that’s enough! Valeria: What? You don’t believe in positive affirmation?

-- Rudy: Me gustan los perros. Alejandro: Me gustas… Rudy: ….hm. Me gusta un hombre en el ejército. Alejandro: Aye? Rudy: Mhm. Alejandro: *chuckles* Me gusta mi mejor amigo. Rudy: Me gustas.

(This was poorly translated but listen, I tried for the gays)

-- Price: You actually were telling the truth. Valeria: I do that quite a lot, you people are always surprised.

-- Laswell: Don’t pull any of those stunts like you did last time. Fem!Y/N: I made an offering. Laswell: You dropped a dead mouse into that poor man’s lap. Fem!Y/N: Yes! Like a cat. Laswell: You are not a cat! Fem:Y/N: No…tragically, I am a woman.

-- Ghost: Some people are simply…better than others. Graves: You really think you’re that much better than me? Ghost: Oh I think we both know the answer to that.

--

(Needing to fake a date for a mission) Y/N, on the phone: Laswell, I don’t need help with dating. I’ve been on loads of dates! Y/N: *turns and whispers to Gaz* I’ve literally been on one.

-- Enemy: Think you can answer questions without the usual level of sarcasm? Y/N: If you can ask them without the usual level of stupid. Enemy: Where’s your captain and why hasn’t anyone been able to contact him? Y/N: I dunno, I’ve been here, haven’t seen him in days. Enemy: Is he drinking again? Y/N: What do you mean again? He never had to stop. Enemy: But he did have to slow down, is he drinking like he used to? Y/N: Alright, how bout this? Next time I see him, I’ll give’im the field sobriety test, okay? We’ll do the alphabet, start with F & end with U.

-- Graves: And that’s why I personally, don’t agree with your opinion. Soap: Okay, counter point- Graves: Valid argument? Soap: No. Pipebomb!

-- Gaz: Y/N: Gaz: Y/N: Y/N: I’ma instigate. Gaz, lightly pulling them back: nnnnoooooooooo-

-- Y/N: Eeraaawr >:3 Gaz: What sound is that? Y/N: A dyianosaur Gaz: A what? Y/N: Dianoswaur. Gaz: Make the sound again. Y/N: Uurraawer Gaz: Oh you talkin’ bout them things from ✨Jerressi PerAHck✨ Y/N: AHAH! Ghost: I’m gonna lose it. Soap: Hush yer mouth, it’s cute. Lighten up ya big log.

-- Ghost: I think I’ve finally had enough. Y/N, getting his antidepressants: I think you’re full of shit.

-- Medic!Y/N: C’mon, stick with me, Ghost. Ghost: Might be time to follow my call si-OH FUCKING HELL WHY Medic!Y/N: You listen here you Fuckin’ bastard, I’m gonna love the absolute shit out of you until you never make a joke like that again. And then, if you still do it, I’ll have the team smother, smother, you in affection. And if you STILL don’t get it, THEN I’m gonna whoop your ass. Shut your perfect fucking mouth, you got that, soldier?! Ghost: ….since when did you get scary? Medic!Y/N: Adrenalin keeps people alive and sometimes we run out of epipens, had to substitute somehow.

-- Price: Now, sergent, what would you rather be? A lion or a panda? Soap: Captain, I’m me. Why would I want to be anything else? Price: I’m not sure you realize how psychologically healthy that is.

-- Ghost, pissed off: Sometimes I can’t stand you. Y/N, while walking away: Then kneel! And while you’re down there, occupy your mouth, you’d do better down there, QUIET, anyway!! Ghost: I-…… Soap: Oooooo…. Gaz: I- I-…they have no fear. None. Absolutely no survival instinct, no self preservation. None!

-- (Younger Y/N as in like…mid-late twenties. Also, this one is long. I might honestly make a lil oneshot with this one and I welcome anyone else to do the same) Y/N: John… Price: I know, I know. You love me. You’ve said it a thousand times and it should just stick, I just…can’t help but think about how you’re so… Y/N: *snort* Out of your league? Price: To put it bluntly. Y/N: Well, regardless of where I rank? I still love you. I’m going to love you for a long time, you’re stuck with me, ya sweethearted bastard. Price, fondly: Ah Dear, whatever will I do. Y/N: Yeaaaah. Besides! Even if I wasn’t completely and utterly, disgustingly, in love with you? …you are way too good of a sugar daddy to ditch. Price: Hah! Oh really? Why’s that? Y/N: Are you kidding?! Paid off house, paid off car, successful military captain, great manners, great dick, extremely attractive, good with kids, good cook, sexy voice. I could go on for awhile. Price: Oh now you’re just feedin’ my ego. Y/N: Yes, yes I am. Price: I’ll get cocky. Y/N: You’re sexy when you’re arrogant too, that doesn’t deter me. Price: *sigh* Far out of my league. Y/N: You’re a rank climber, I think you’ll keep up.

-- (NSFW but it's in a ha-ha funny way, based on a conversation I've had. Kink mentions) Soap: Look, I just...I need advice on how to spice it up in the bedroom. Y/N: Do you know how little that narrows it down? Gaz: I feel there are few options. Y/N: No there are a lot of options, it depends on your level of spice. I dunno your boundaries wit'cha man! Soap: I just need something! Y/N: THERE ARE A LOT OF THINGS! Get some handcuffs, grab a vibrator, TRY ANAL, I don't fucking know! Gaz: *chokes on drink* Soap: Okay, listen- Y/N: No, you listen. Rule of thumb with kinks? It's a mountain and there are three kinds of people on it. People who don't wanna climb, people who want to climb but choose not to, and people who stay climbing. You reach a level of kinkiness and you stay there. You can't go back down the mountain. Me, personally? I have chosen to stop climbing because I know I'll get worse. I'm choosing to stay on my part of the mountain. Where you wanna climb is up to you. Soap: Where do I climb then? Y/N: The beginner's trail is fuzzy handcuffs, orgasm control, and mirror sex. Soap: This is the weirdest advice I've ever gotten. Y/N: It's my specialty.

-- (Follow it up with an asexual joke) Graves: Are you fighting the urge to make out with me right now? Y/N: Not really, I'm really into this pizza though. Soap, in the back: Aw they burnt my fuckin' cookies! Assholes. Y/N: Karma. Soap: It is not my fault I ate the last slice of cake, I didn't know it was yours- Y/N: IT WAS LABELED! Soap: I DIDN'T SEE IT!! Graves: *slowly backs away*

-- Y/N, holding up a coffee pot: Anyone want more coffee? Price: No, we've all had ours. Y/N: *takes off the lid* Cool. Gaz: What are y-NO! Y/N: *chugging from the pot* Ghost: ...This is the peak of mental illness. Price: PUT THE DAMN POT DOWN! Soap: This is the scariest thing I've ever seen them do- Y/N: *fighting to finish the coffee as Price tries to get it away from them*

[cntloup]

Valentine's Day

Fem!Reader fluff, mentions of love making and body worship A/N: The skin colors and body forms in the pictures do not indicate that of the reader's.

Simon unlocks the door to your shared apartment and steps inside, letting out a sigh of relief; he's finally home after a long day and he can curl up in bed with you. He tip-toes upstairs silently in case you’re already asleep. He slowly lowers the handle and quietly opens the door to the bedroom. He sets his eyes on the candles you put out around the room, flickering by the draft gushing in through the window. Their soft golden light fills the room, creating a warm and romantic atmosphere. ‘What’s the occasion?’ he asks himself and that’s when his eyes land on you. His beautiful wife in a gorgeous, delicate set of lingerie, complimenting your alluring, heavenly form, lying on the bed, patiently waiting for him, ready for him.

He just stands there by the door, eyes widened and mouth agape, almost drooling at the captivating sight of you. “Hey, Si.” you finally break the silence with your soft voice, nearly seductive, yet maintaining a purity and innocence that makes you, you. “H-Hi!” he stutters as he treads closer to the bed. You get up on your knees at the edge of the bed and gently wrap your arms around his neck, caressing the back of his head softly and pull him in for a passionate kiss. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Si!” you mutter against his lips after pulling away breathless, grinning up to your ears as you see that stunned look still stuck on his face. “I-I’m sorry. I forgot. Fuck! I'll make it up to you. I promise.” he murmurs, apologetic and ashamed to ruin the moment. “It’s ok, love. I just want to spend time with you. I missed you so much.” you say as you pull him in for another kiss, this time more tender, trying to reassure him that he did nothing wrong. 

“I got you something. Wait here!” you exclaim and leave to get his gift from the drawer. You return quickly with a black rectangle box. “Sorry, didn’t have time to wrap it.” you apologize as you hand him the box with a soft and warm smile dancing on your lips. “It’s ok. Better than me forgetting the whole damn thing.” he shakes his head with a huff and you chuckle as you urge him to open it. Inside the box, there’s a simple, yet elegant silver oval locket necklace with both your initials engraved on each side of it and a picture of you both on your wedding day inside.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” he says gratefully as he wears the necklace and places a loving kiss on your lips. He slightly pulls away, still embracing each other tightly. He rests his forehead against yours and shuts his eyes, breathing you in, savoring the moment. 

He locks your lips together once again and picks you up with his big burly arms lovingly wrapped around your torso, you instinctively swaddle his waist with your legs. He gently lays you down on the bed, climbing on top of you, his arms carefully placed on either side of you, supporting his weight. Your lips move against one another tenderly and smoothly, tongues tangled together and exploring each other’s mouths, hands desperately wandering around each other’s bodies, gripping and groping, swallowing each other's moans and whimpers with each kiss. 

He slowly pulls away to discard his clothes, teasingly stripping for you, making a show of it. You take a moment to admire him. He's truly beautiful. He notices your glare, "Like what you see?" he smirks and you hum in response, nodding with a wide grin. He starts peppering kisses on your face, making you giggle which makes his heart beat faster and a smile form on his scarred lips, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration. His lips slowly travel down to your jaw, the soft and sensitive skin of your neck and your heaving chest, trailing loving sweet kisses in their wake, eliciting soft mewls and whines from your lips. 

He looks you in the eye askingly and you nod. He carefully removes your lingerie. You're mesmerizing. He's utterly enamored by you. He goes on kissing down your body with such care and tenderness, it feels like a dream. 

He reaches your core, his kisses long and languid, savoring the feel of your skin against his lips and your sweet taste on his tongue, licking and lapping at your heat, soft moans of his name falling from your lips. But then you stop him. You gently cup his face in your hands and bring him back up, looking into his eyes amorously. "I want to feel you, Si. All of you." You push your lips onto his, kissing him with every ounce of love you feel for him. 

“Si!” you whisper against his lips, looking into his gorgeous brown eyes and he leans his forehead against yours, both panting. “Yes, dove?” he asks, locking eyes with you. “Make love to me.” you implore. His gaze pierces deep into your soul, an unbreakable bond between you; a tender yet passionate love, a relentless devotion.

That night, he makes love to you as though you’re a goddess and he’s worshiping at your shrine, fiercely devoted to you and only you. 

Cherishes every single part of your perfectly imperfect, lovely body with feather-like touches and languid kisses, his gaze filled with pure love and affection, you feel like floating on clouds and entering paradise. 

Ravishes you vigorously, devours your flesh with such fervent passion, his gaze full of ardor and desire, you feel as if your body is on fire. 

He makes love to you with every fibre of his being, you fill every single one of each other’s senses, your bodies melting into each other, souls engulfing one another, seems as though you become one.

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HEAVEN AND BACK!

—CHAPTER THREE

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor's Mom! Angel! Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Genre: Romance, love at first sight.

Warnings: none.

Notes: sorry it took awhile, I got lazy lmfao. Also, I listened to caramelldansen when writing this.

CH. ONE | CH. TWO | CH. FOUR | NAV.

It has been a few days since Alastor's mother decided to stay at the hotel, the woman fits right in perfectly with the sinners in the hotel.

Almost.

The angelic woman couldn't get a chance to get to know better hell's very own King, Lucifer.

As Alastor always tries to come in between her and the man.

Is this what Adam called "Cock blocking?" She heard the man say that before and before Adam could explain it to her, Emily explained that it's something where 'You try to talk to someone but somehow there's something or someone stopping you from doing so?' that's what the girl said but did also tell her to not use that term.

How strange.

She sighs, running a hand through her [h/c] locks, careful not to accidentally scratch her own deer antlers. The woman is currently in her 'demon' form, large deer like antlers that are on top of her head, she made sure not to wear bright colors and instead chose to wear something on the darker shades of red, her wings are hidden while her halo was transformed into a golden necklace that hung around her neck.

She rests a leg on top of her other leg as she sits on one of the many cushioned chairs of the hotel, she looks down from the second floor balcony, getting a good view of the hotel's lobby.

“Pray tell, what really brings you here in hell oh dear mother of mine?” Alastor asked beside her, standing beside the seat she sat on, his hand holding his cane-like microphone, he looked at his mother with a grin, though, a confused look in his eyes. He knows his mother, he got his personality from her after all.

Like mother, like son.

[Y/n] giggled, “Overseeing this hotel's progress, isn't that an enough reason to be here?” she answers, eyes closed with a gentle smile on her face. Her eyes opened to see her son's disbelief smile.

Alastor tilted his head slightly, grin widening, “I doubt that is the reason, I was so sure that the celestial realm denied Charlie's plans so,” he says, pausing a bit as he hummed to himself as if he was thinking, “—I was rather surprised that heaven decided to change their minds.” he says with a smirk.

He knows she's hiding something.

[Y/n] can't help but let the sides of her lips twitch upwards to a slight smirk. Clever boy. She thought to herself.

With a defeated sigh, she chuckled after, “There is a reason but heaven cannot disclose that yet. That is the only thing I can tell you.” she explained before raising an eyebrow at him, “Is that an enough reason?”

Alastor tilted his head slightly, his smile widened, humming as he thought to himself, “Hmm... I supposed that is an enough reason and I should stop bothering my mother about it.” he says with a smirk.

[Y/n] playfully rolls her eyes at her son, eyes fixated down below to the lobby of the hotel, [e/c] eyes focused on a certain blond fallen angel who's currently drinking a glass of wine at the bar area.

“Enough of that, I would like to ask you why do you keep on trying to stop me from interacting with him?” She asked, head turning away from the scene below and once more looked at Alastor whose smile had slightly lowered in annoyance, a small scoff leaving past his lips.

“Do I really need to give you a reason, dear mother of mine?” Alastor asked, tilting his head, his voice sounding almost a grimace thinking about the shorter man making moves on her.

[Y/n] just raises her eyebrow at him, a small hum escaping her lips, “Please do.”

Alastor hums, dark red eyes looking down on the folks currently in the lobby, “He's a man, mother. In fact, he's the king of hell. I don't trust him.” he grumbles, the smile on his face is gone and is now replaced with a small frown.

[Y/n]'s face softened, she knows her son's disapproval in men, especially if said men have an interest in her. Her last marriage was a failure and filled with pain and Alastor was by her side through it all.

She can understand why he hesitates, why he tries to put distance between her and the men that come to her life.

"Alastor, sweetheart. Don't worry about me,” She says softly, a small gentle smile on her face. Her eyes closing and opening as she glanced at the people down below, her smile widened as she saw sinners mingled with one another.

She's glad. She's glad that there are souls who are willing to try and earn redemption.

And she's here to guide them.

Alastor looked at his mother, his usual grin now back on his face.

“Besides, the man seems nice. It must be lonely being the first fallen angel.” she says softly, she can't imagine the pain Lucifer must've dealt with. She read about him when she was in heaven, she was curious about the first fallen angel and the heavenly libraries were filled with eons and eons of information and she read everything she can about him. Sera even warned her in case she turns to heresy and Sera made sure to remind her to keep her loyalty to heaven and avoid getting influenced by him.

Alastor hums, “I suppose,” he says with a small nod before giving his mother a side eye, “Though, I don't think I'll be comfortable with the possibility of calling him...” he paused and gave a small gag, “—father.” he says with disgust.

[Y/n] chuckles, “Me? Marrying the king of hell? What an ambitious dream would that be.” she says with a small laugh, flicking her hand sassily.

“I just want to be his friend, the man seems like he hasn't formed any meaningful relationships during his life.” she says with a small giggle and Alastor had to fight back from laughing, “Indeed, he has not.” he agrees with a small chuckle.

“Don't be mean, I didn't raise you like that.” [Y/n] chuckles, elbowing her son on his side which made Alastor let a small grunt before pouting at her, “Apologies.” he says, tone clearly not genuine which [Y/n] can clearly tell.

She sighs exasperatedly.

Alastor chuckles his eyes closing before opening once more to look at his beloved mother, “Oh and another thing,” he spoke, [Y/n] looked at him a quirked eyebrow, a small hum escaping her lips, “Hmm?”

“I would like to express my gratitude in what you have down to the hotel's garden, you've brought life to this godforsaken place. I am sure these sinners haven't seen any kind of greenery ever since they have died.” Alastor grins, his eyes darkened from amusement over the misery of these loathsome sinners.

[Y/n] chuckles, though, questioning where she went wrong in raising him.

“It was nothing, I thought the hotel needed a little green that's all! All of these reds are hurting my eyes.” she says glancing at Alastor with a judgemental look in her eyes.

Alastor just rolls his eyes at her which earned him another harsh elbow to the sides.

Lucifer was admiring the lush garden of the hotel's backyard, he has never seen such greenery before—he did but it was eons ago when he was still divine, but it was eons ago and has already forgotten what it looked like—a large willow tree at the side just by the door to the hotel, the once dried up fountain at the center is now back and running, multiple plants surrounded the area and grass, good heavens, he doesn't remember when was the last time he touched grass.

He doesn't know when was the last time you touched grass, dear reader. Go out sometimes, it'll be good for you.

What was he thinking again? Ah, grass.

‘I broke the fourth wall? You're just seeing things, sweetheart.’ he thought in amusement, eyes staring off somewhere as if looking at something... Or someone.

He just chuckled in amusement before walking towards one of the bushes of roses, the heels of his shoes clicked against the pebbled pathway and he stopped in front of a bush of white roses, the fragrance of the flower immediately filling his nose.

It's been so long. He forgot what roses smell like.

Lucifer's eyes sparkled in awe, his wine red like eyes filled with wonder, his right gloved hand gently caressing the petal of a white rose, feeling its softness—just one of the few species of flowers that bloomed in hell for the first time.

“Do you like it?” a feminine voice spoke out—a voice familiar to Lucifer, a voice belonging to a certain radio demon's mother, the silkiness of her voice—it made Lucifer shudder, “I thought the garden looked bare, I thought some greenery would fix it.” [Y/n] chuckles softly.

Lucifer turns around and sees [Y/n] standing behind him, her hands behind her back. The red knee length dress hugged her curves perfectly—it stole Lucifer's breath away, she's gorgeous.

He chuckles, placing his right hand back to his cane, “Indeed, it has been quite long since I've seen such beautiful flowers.” he says, his voice filled with longing and a hint of sadness that [Y/n] didn't fail to notice but decided not to point it out, “They are lovely, I am grateful for being presented with another opportunity to see such beautiful flowers.” he spoke softly, irises glancing at the flowers briefly before looking back at the taller woman.

[Y/n] chuckles softly, “It's a pleasure,” she says with a small smile, taking slow steps as she walked by his side.

“It was fun growing them and an honor to give the princess of hell her own garden of flowers.” she says with a slight chuckle.

“And with that, I am forever grateful.” Lucifer says with a small smile, eyes shining briefly and for once, it's not dull.

[Y/n] was glad to see the shine on his beautiful eyes, and also seeing a genuine smile on the man's face.

After all, you're never fully dressed without a smile.

“You are most absolutely welcome, sweetheart.” she says with a grin, amusement dancing in her eyes as the rosy spots on the man's cheeks seem to redden even more.

“Ex-excuse m-me?!” he stammers, the endearment catching him off guard, it has been quite some time since someone called him something so... Affectionate.

[Y/n] tilted her head slightly, a feigned confusion on her face. Who knew the king of hell is quite easy to tease?

“Hmm? Is something the matter?” she asked softly, a hint of playfulness in her voice, “Is the nickname not to your liking? Would you prefer darling instead?” she asked teasingly.

Lucifer has never been more flustered in his entire existence.

“Are you normally this mischievous?” he asked, his hand covering his face while his other hand gripped into his cane.

“Usually I'm more.” she answered honestly with mischief on her lips.

“Of course, you're the mother of a certain radio demon.” he said with an exaggerated sigh making [Y/n] chuckle.

“Speaking of him, where is he? He usually stays by your side.” he deadpans, his hand that was covering his face lowered back to hold his cane, he's been wanting to interact with this woman properly ever since he met her but that damn radio demon kept her away.

[Y/n] hums, “I am not entirely sure, I'm sure he is somewhere around the hotel.” she says with a hum in her voice, glancing at the side to see a certain demonic shadow quickly leaving.

This damn brat, she'll teach him a lesson later.

Lucifer just hums, thank Satan. He can't stand that demon and his annoying grin.

Finally recomposing himself, he grins at her.

“Well then, I hope everyone in the hotel is treating you well? I haven't gotten the chance to ask you as a certain someone kept getting in the way.” he says with a small smile but his voice strained a little when he mentioned a certain someone.

[Y/n] hums softly, leaning down slightly to reach the rose bush, her hand gently caressing the petal of a white rose, “Everyone has been nice so far, I'm glad you asked.” she says cheerfully.

“I'm glad.” he says with grin.

“I am glad too.” she said softly with a grin.

Maybe, hell isn't too bad.

Both of them thought at the same time.

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Good Friday*

soft dom priest!harry x sub!reader

Summary: Based on this request. Y/n is a brat and she's in for it.

A/N: Thank you for this request! I did change the request slightly due to some safety 'caging' rules for while he was away but I think you'll like it. 4.8k words

Warning: 18+ only, smut (oral), bdsm w/consensual sexual punishment, use of flogger and other instruments, cage play, dom/sub dynamic, religious themes (actual bible quotes), blasphemy

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It wasn’t unusual that Harry was busy. He was often pulled away from Y/n for members of his parish that needed him. But Y/n didn’t like that. She wanted to have his attention all day every day. Of course, that was impossible. Especially on Good Friday before Easter.

“Father please, let’s just stay here a little longer.” She was nearly purring as she crawled down his body to worship his frame. Both were naked in their bed together. Harry had Y/n lie on her tummy and read out of Song of Solomon as he massaged her back and bottom. He knew she would get like this so he was trying to do sweet things for her before he left her all afternoon. And now she was turned on and warm and needy. But that was exactly his plan.

“Can’t pet. You know I’ve got to get to it. I have responsibilities other than you. You know that.”

Y/n pouted and looked up at him as she continued moving down his torso, keeping her eyes locked on his. Her intent was to lick his cock and make him give in. He rarely did. His willpower astounded her.

“Please. Father, I need you,” her eyes glinted upward over his form as she lowered her mouth to his prick which was already half-plumped.

“Ah ah ah… you’re not listening to me very well, pet.” He pressed at her forehead to stop her from applying her lips to his skin. As satisfying as that would have been. He really did have things to do. And he enjoyed denying himself (and her) immediate pleasure.

She sat back as Harry got off the bed and began dressing and combing his hair. She followed him and watched with a sad face and the occasional sigh so he’d know how sad she was.

He bit the inside of his cheek to hide his smirk. He enjoyed this.

Just before he picked up his bag to leave he pointed to the bedroom as he looked at Y/n, “In the cage. I’ll be back in two hours to check on you. I’m not going to lock it since I’ll be gone so long but I do expect you to be in there for me when I return.”

She had books and a glass of water and a nice blanket so her cage wasn’t all that bad. In fact, she loved it. It had never been a punishment for her. But there was something about being in the cage while Harry was away that gave her comfort and made her feel safe.

But two hours was a long time. And when she looked at the clock and realized that Harry hadn’t returned when he said he would she began to worry. She let herself out to use the bathroom and peek out the front window. She was undressed, wearing only her red collar with its bell and her gold choker necklace. Running her fingers over the H that dangled from the necklace she straightened the curtains back out and sat on the couch.  

And the longer she sat and considered everything the more upset she got. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t just go with him. There would be so many people at the church no one would catch on.

Although, there was the one time that he brought her along and she kept lingering around where Harry was and listening in and peeking around doorways to spot him.

No one noticed it but Harry did and he scolded her for it, saying she was being a little too obvious. Plus they were still treading thin ice after the prayer group incident where Mr. and Mrs. Jeralds might have seen or heard something that night. They still didn’t know either way. Which led to Harry’s new rule. That she was only allowed on regular days of service until they were certain they were in the clear.

Returning to her cage, she pulled the door closed and laid down on her side with a frown. She was a bit worried about the priest. He said two hours and it had nearly been three.

When she heard the front door open and his footsteps into the house she sat up quickly and crossed her legs, awaiting his presence. But before he went into the bedroom to see her she heard him go into the kitchen first.

Now she was angry that he didn’t immediately come to see her first. She crossed her arms and leaned back into the bars and cinched her brows together.

Harry pushed the bedroom door open and looked at the cage where his pet was sitting with a frown and body language that told him she wasn’t happy. He figured she might be a bit put out by his tardiness. Harry was never tardy.

“What’s wrong pet?” He knew what her answer would be.

Except she didn’t answer him. She stared down at her crisscrossed legs and pouted instead.

Sliding the handle to open the door Harry crouched down to get a closer look, “I asked you a question. It’s rude not to answer.”

Silence. She hugged her arms around her middle tighter and jutted her bottom lip out, face angled downward.

“I know I’m late but there’s no reason for you to act like this. You know I get held up sometimes. I’m busy, Y/n.”

The first noise that sounded from her was a scoff as she closed her eyes. She knew she’d be in for it with that.

Harry licked his lips as he nodded, “So it’s like that then? All right. Look at me.”

Y/n held her ground, not moving, nor opening her eyes. She was going to make a point.

“You’re acting like a child. Did I somehow leave a lovely and mature adult woman and come back to a bratty immature little girl?”

Turning her head to look down to the floor next to her knee she huffed and sunk into herself further.

“So that’s it then? You’re no longer my sweet lover? Just a brat? Someone that needs to be punished and not loved on?”

Her ridged composure softened the slightest. She would prefer to be loved on yes, but being a brat was always a good way to get his attention. And she knew he was leaving again soon to go back to the church for a few more hours so her best bet, in her mind, was to act out and have him put his attention on her and get him worked up in the process. Maybe he’d spank her.

Harry reached a hand in and brushed it over her naked knee, “Because I had planned on coming home to you and holding you. Giving you something special for being my good pet before I have to go back to church. Clearly, you don’t want that.”

Y/n looked up at the priest and rounded her eyes. She suddenly regretted her behavior but she was already committed so she stayed silent despite the obvious hesitation Harry saw in her.

“Come on. Get out.” Harry took her hand and gently pulled at it.

She didn’t budge at first. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her giving in so easily. But eventually, she did move and crawl out of the cage when Harry stood up and raised his voice to have her come out.

She sniffed as she stood and looked down at the floor.

“Look at me.”

With a heavy sigh, she slowly turned her eyes up to his.

“Good. Now, go use the bathroom. Right now.”

She knew what this meant. He was going to lock her in her cage (at the very least) while he was away and he needed to make sure she’d emptied her bladder beforehand. They’d done this before.

Silently she made her way to the bathroom as Harry filled a glass of water for her in the kitchen.

When he heard the sink turn off after she’d washed her hands he knocked on the door, “Come out here.”

She was pretty sight stepping out into the hallway. Her cheeks were hot and her little red collar looked so lovely on her neck. Harry looked down over her nude shape. Soft breasts, a pretty belly button, grabbable hips and thighs, a bottom he loved biting.

“Drink.” He handed her the glass of water and watched as she took a few gulps of it and handed it back to him.

“Is that all you want? You’re going to be in the cage for another few hours so if you get thirsty that’s going to be on you.” Harry always made sure she stayed hydrated even when she wasn’t going to be locked in her cage. He always took care of her the best he could.

She nodded silently and looked downward again.

Harry nudged her toward the bedroom and made her turn to face the cage. She half expected him to spank her or something but instead, as he walked away and then returned put the leather gag belt over her face, “Open,” he said plainly.

She opened her mouth and the silicon ball fit between her lips and silenced any noises she might have made. He secured the belt in place behind her head and removed his hands from her completely. Which she hated. She wanted him to spank her or manhandle her or something. But he was rather cold and his touch was missing completely.

“We’re going to put these in,” Harry put his hand out showing her the weighted Ben Wa balls. “Take them.”

Y/n took the balls in her hand as her priest pushed at her low back, causing her to bend forward the slightest. She heard the snap of a cap and then felt his fingers on her entrance as he smeared lubricant over her.

The set of balls were connected with a thin rubber-like string. The first one was larger and the lightest, which aided in keeping them in place inside of her, while the other two were smaller and heavier. The cord would stick out and make pulling them out easier.

Harry took the balls from her hand and pushed her thighs further apart, “Relax.”

She felt him push the first, larger ball inside, his finger plunging into her deeply to secure it before inserting the next two one by one. It was a pretty view. He loved stuffing them inside of her. Plus it was good for her pelvic floor muscle so he felt like he was doing her a favor really. Though it was more for edging her than anything else in that moment.

“Get in,” he gestured toward the door of the cage.

She climbed in, clenching to keep the balls in place, and got to her knees as she looked up at Harry with big, pleading eyes. He knew that if she weren’t gagged she’d have somehow found her voice in that moment and begged him to spank her or stay with her. But he didn’t have time to argue with her or listen to her soft voice and whimpers as he left. The gag was for that purpose. More for himself than to punish her.

Harry locked the cage and shook his head, “Had plans to love on you but instead, this is what you deserve. Had a hard day today, pet, and I still have to go back and endure more hours away from you yet you chose to act like a bratty child so I didn’t get to come back home to my pet and hold her and kiss her like I wanted. I needed you. Maybe when I return later on you’ll be better behaved.”

Harry sat the glass of water down next to the cage for her so she could reach out and grab it if she needed it. Next to that, he placed her cell phone (in case anything went wrong and he needed to return home to unlock her cage). Her heart swelled at his kind gesture and his words. Now she truly felt awful. Felt so bad for being so mean to him when all he wanted was her love. Now she’d really gone and done it.

Harry grinned to himself as he walked out the front door and headed down the street to the church. Tonight, he would have fun with his pet.

Y/n imagined all the scenarios of what would happen. Surely she’d get a good punishment when he got back. But she’d make sure to show him her appreciation. She’d be so good for him. She’d kiss his feet and say yes, Father to everything and love on him and allow him to do whatever he wanted to her.

He could have tied her up and blindfolded her too. He could have done a lot worse but he gagged her. The sentiment was clear. You don’t want to talk? Okay, we’ll make sure you don’t make even a single peep then.

And the Ben Wa balls? Those weren’t really a punishment at all. She loved how they felt inside of her. Made her feel full and each time she moved the balls slid around inside of her. She had to clench and clamp down to keep them in but that only got her more worked up and wetter by the minute.

This time Harry was away for another three hours. Just over. She’d been lying flat on her back looking up at the ceiling and watching the shadows move along the walls when the sun changed position in the sky as Harry got home.

He entered the bedroom and she quickly scrambled to her knees and looked up at him as she gripped the bars of the cage. She was sweet again. But he already planned on doing some not-so-sweet things to her.

He unlocked the cage and helped her stand up. She pressed her thighs together to hold the balls in place as he undid her gag. Three hours was a lot for the gag to be on and when he saw the way the leather dug into her skin and caused red marks he did feel a little bad. But just a little.

“Spread your legs.” He was still being quite cold with her but at least his hands were on her this time as he gripped her thighs.

She opened her legs up and Harry groaned. She was puffy and wet. The little cord that stuck out a few inches was shiny with her arousal, “Are you all hot and bothered, pet? Did this get you worked up?” He cooed as he smoothed his hands upward on her thighs and slowly got onto his knees, looping his finger into the handle and pulling.

“Yes, Father. I was imagining it was you inside of me. Almost came once but I stopped myself because I know you wouldn’t want that.”

Harry watched as the first ball made its appearance, shiny and slippery, “That’s right. I wouldn’t have been very happy if you’d let yourself come. But I hope you know you’re not going to be allowed to come at all tonight. You were a brat to me earlier.”

She bit her lip and nodded, “I’m sorry, Father. I know I was bad. I hope you can forgive me for my behavior. I don’t deserve to come. Your punishment is just whatever you decide for me.”

When Harry had removed the slippery balls he smiled as he stood and gently smeared her arousal over her mouth before putting his pointer and middle finger over her tongue and in her mouth, “There’s my good pet. Keep showing me how well-behaved you are and tomorrow I’ll give you something special in the morning like I planned earlier.”

Harry removed his hand and turned around, leaving Y/n standing breathless and needy by the cage as he cleaned the balls. She stayed put.

When he came back into the room he put the balls back into their rightful spot and pulled out a flogger. The one with oiled leather falls. The one that hurt quite a lot. But it was Y/n’s favorite when she knew she’d been bad.

She understood quite well what Harry was doing. He’d made her sit with the Ben Wa balls for hours to edge her and now he was going to flog her and not allow her to get off at all. The orgasm denial was going to be the real punishment in this scene.

Harry handed her the flogger as he pulled the metal suspension bar and straps down from the ceiling. Her eyes widened. It’d been a while since he’d had her cuffed to the suspension bar.

He pulled at the Velcro cuffs and motioned for her to come to him, “I’m sure you thought maybe I’d spank you, but you love spankings too much.” He pulled at her wrist and lifted her arm to secure her into the first cuff and then taking the flogger from her he pulled her other arm up, securing the Velcro to her wrist, “So, no spankings for you tonight. You’ll get this instead,” he tapped the leather braided handle over his palm as he spoke.

Y/n nodded silently.

“Tell me, pet, what’s happening right now.” He needed to know she was able to verbalize what was going on. A check-in of sorts.

“You’re going to punish me for being a brat, Father.”

“That’s right. You made my hard day even harder and so I’m going to make your hard day even harder too. It’s only fair. Isn’t that right?”

She nodded, “Yes, Father.”

Harry circled her frame as she tried to keep her eyes on him while he walked around her slowly.

“And what’s this for?” He gently brushed the falls over her shoulders, letting them slide down over her breasts.

“To flog me. Because I’ve been bad.”

“Yes. But why this one? We’ve got some lovely soft ones I could use. The rabbit one you love to play with. Why this one?”

“To mark me. To show me how I’ve sinned. The stripes are for the servant who knew their master’s will but did not get ready or act according to his wishes,” she quoted a partial verse from Luke in the Bible before continuing, “and so I will receive a lashing.”

Harry smiled, “Good. Smart girl. That’s exactly right. Are you ready to be made righteous again?”

“Yes, Father. Please. Make me righteous.”

The first thud over her back bit into her soft skin and stung as expected. She didn’t whimper nor make a peep. She was ready for the bite.

The second one had her hurling forward a few inches and sucking in a sharp breath.

But the third had a gasp falling from her mouth and her eyes squeezing shut at the pain.

“Blows that wound cleanse away evil; strokes make clean the innermost parts.”  Harry quoted a passage in Proverbs as he issued the fourth strike.

She bit down, clamping her teeth together, and squeaked as her body swung forward.

He watched the red marks on her skin grow a deeper hue and begin to welt as he continued, “I will punish their transgression with the rod and their iniquity with stripes,” he spoke calmly as he landed the flogger down over her back again. The fifth hit.

The first tear rolled down her cheek as she tried to stay composed. The smarting sting all over her back was beginning to expand and wrap around to her ribs slowly as he brought the oiled leather falls over her back again. She yelped.

“This is for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, pet. You’re doing well. I’m proud. Only four more.”

She sobbed at his praise and nodded with her lips trembling. Her fists were clenched together tight as she braced herself for number 7.

“Repeat after me,” his lips pressed onto the top of her shoulder before he got back into position behind her, “I am but a sinner seeking forgiveness.”

She opened her mouth just as he applied strike number 7 and she whimpered as she swayed forward and panted her words, “I am but a sinner seeking forgiveness.”

“Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper,” he draped the flogger over her back softly before bringing it down hard over her back for the 8th hit.

“Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper,” she spoke weakly as the pain was immense and her shoulders were beginning to ache from the way she was putting all her weight onto them.

“But he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.” Another blow to her back as she wobbled and cried out at the ninth.

“Uh…” her breath shuddered as tried to remember the words. She knew he was quoting Proverbs but suddenly the words escaped her as her mind began to stretch thin into paper and airy like dandelion seeds, bending slowly into her submissive state, “I’m sorry. I forgot, Father. I need help.”

Harry dropped the flogger to the ground as he noted her voice was tiny and that her composure had been lost. He took her wrists from the Velcro suspension bar and let her fall into his arms, “That’s enough then. You’ve done well.”

He brought her to sit on the bed next to him and lifted the glass of water up to her lips to make her drink. Her eyes were full of tears as she looked at him sweetly and gulped down a drink.

“There you go. Are you okay, pet?” He softly brushed her hair from her face and spoke quietly to see where she was.

“I’m okay, Father. I just forgot the verse you said and I couldn’t repeat it. I’m sorry. You can keep going. Only one more.”

Harry shook his head, “No that’s enough for now. I bet you’ve learned your lesson.”

Y/n whined and shook her head, “No. I need more. I was so bad. Please.”

She sunk down to the floor and put her hands on his knees and slid her palms up his brushed wool pants to the tops of his thighs, “Please.” Her rounded eyes begged him for more.

“What do you want then? Hmm? What do you think is appropriate?” He tilted her face up as he tenderly grasped her chin.

“I want you to come. I need you to or I don’t feel like I deserve your forgiveness.”

“Okay. And how should I come? What should we do to make that happen?” He brushed her wet lips and felt his heart go wild in his chest. He knew what she’d ask for. What she’d beg for. Something that she loved that was never a punishment.

“Please, have my throat and my mouth. I beg you. Choke me with your cock and come wherever you want. I’m yours to use however you please.”

Harry smiled and pushed his thumb into her mouth, “This mouth? Want me to fuck it? Gag you with my come? Is that what you want?”

She nodded, “Yes, Father, please.” Her words were mumbled over his thumb that he still had pushed into her mouth.

“Good girl,” he stood up. “Undo my pants.”

Y/n lifted her fingers to his button and then pulled at his zipper before yanking the material down and then bringing his cock out of his boxer briefs. He was already angrily hard.

“It’s so yummy, Father. My mouth is watering,” she whispered as she inspected him. His cock was right in front of her face, tempting her to taste but she would wait until he gave her permission.

Harry chuckled and wiped the drool from the edge of her mouth, “Your mouth is watering, pet. Well, then. Get to it.”

She immediately jutted her tongue out and began licking him up and down as she kept her eyes on him. This was the easy and soft part. The moments before she sucked him into her mouth and he began to fuck her face.

Harry watched his pet swipe her wet tongue over his shaft and peck warm kisses along his soft skin. A beautiful picture he wished he could have framed and hung up in his living room. He was sure that his parish would not approve.

When she finally popped his tip into her mouth and sucked he grasped her hair and sunk himself into the hilt and groaned.

Harry had been worked up since that morning when he left her. He wouldn’t last long but he would make it good, for both of them.

He began to rock his hips into her as he held the back of her head to keep her in place. She grasped onto his thighs and gagged every time his smooth tip bent down her throat.

“Keep your eyes on me, pet. Want to watch those tears fill up in your eyes.”

She did her best. It was hard to keep them open the way she knew he wanted. His cock was wide and long and every time she gagged and gurgled over him she was tempted to smush her eyelids closed. But she was determined to be the best girl she could be for him so she kept her eyes on his, even though her sight was blurred from the moisture beginning to fill in her vision.

“Yes… my sweet pet. Loves getting her throat fucked. Just made for sucking cock, aren’t you?”

Y/n hummed around him in response as he pulled out before thrusting back in, his cock curving down her throat and she heaved in reflex to the obstruction hitting her tonsils.

“Choking darling?” Harry spoke amusedly as she drooled and forced her eyes to stay open.

He could feel her nails digging into his skin tightly. If she needed air she’d let him know so he continued getting himself off in her mouth. A low groan fell from his lips as he used the hair he had carded between his fingers to move her over him as he pleased, pressing her so far down her nose grazed the skin and hair at his base.

And he was quite pleased. Even when he was holding her down on him and she was coughing and gurgling, she was still looking upward into his eyes with her bleary ones.

Her face was wet and her mouth was stretched out, puffy pink lips wrapped around his dense cock. He smiled down at her and pulled her off of him so she could catch her breath. His own chest rose and fell rapidly as he was right on the edge of his own orgasm.

“Taking me so well,” he gently wiped his thumb over her temple, “I think it’s time for your reward. What do you think?”

She nodded quickly, her fingers still pinching into his skin in anticipation of what was to come, “Need it. Please, Father.” Her voice was a bit scratchy as she spoke but he knew she’d want it.

With his fingers still in her hair he moved his other hand down to her throat, wrapping his palm around the collar as he pushed her down over his shaft and then held her in place as he began to fuck into her throat in heavy thrusts that had her wincing and swallowing around his tip with each punitive glide.

His thighs began to shake and his mumbled words and groans grew louder, “Fuck baby, fuck… Open up for me… Just like that…” He looked down at her wet, hot little face as he held her still for his cock.

He choked out a gasp as he began to come, stilling his harsh thrusts and burying himself in beyond her soft palate and uvula. His cock twitched and throbbed as she swallowed him down like the good girl she always was for him once he got her on her knees before him this way.

He watched her blink up at him with doe eyes as he pulled himself out. She gasped and heaved as saliva spilled out of her mouth and down her chin.

Harry reached for her under her arms to help her stand and gently turned her to look at her back, making sure she was still okay.

“Time to get you cleaned up, pet. Then we’ll make dinner and watch something on TV together. How’s that sound?”

Nodding her head she clung to him as he brought her into the bathroom to wipe her back with a rag and help her clean up between her legs. He had her face the mirror as he stood behind her and began to dab the cool rag onto her skin where the raised flesh was bright pink and hot under his hand.

She looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, “Thank you, Father.

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candy necklace - r. jerimovich

pairing(s): richie jerimovich x f!reader

content warning(s): language, smoking, age-gap, pining

song: candy necklace by lana del rey

The crisp Chicago winter air hit your tender scalp as you exited the taxi cab and ran your fingers through your freshly blown out hair. It probably wasn't the smartest decision for you to wear nothing but a mere hoodie that belonged to him, a skintight t-shirt that barely reached for belly button, and yoga pants that clung to your skin, but hey, it was your day off and the only outfit appropriate and comfortable enough to get your hair done in and pick up your paycheck in. Plus, you were well aware that he would be at the restaurant today, and thankfully The Bear wasn't busy enough, to where he'd have no choice but to drink in your appearance.

Approaching the tall and older man, you shove your hands into the pockets of the sweater, before stopping short in front of him. You watch with your bottom lip between your teeth as he wordlessly takes a pull from his cigarette, and loosens his tie to hang comfortably around his neck.

The two of you stand in silence as Richie taps the bottom of his cigarette, allowing the ashes to fall at his shoes, before raising his eyes to meet yours, "You here for your check?" He asks, his raspy voice like silk in your ears.

You nod, "and to see you," you take a step closer to Richie, catching how his shoulders and jaw begin to relax as the distance between your bodies begins to decrease.

Richie allows his shoulders to fall for a brief moment, before shaking his head and straightening his posture, "You're somethin' else, you know that?" His voice raises.

"Richie-" you begin.

"No, you don't get to fuckin' come here and stand there, when you aren't mine - do you not see how fucked up that is?" He rants, keeping his eyes locked solely on yours as you bring your gaze to your feet.

The brim of your eyes burn with welled tears as Richie's hand grabs ahold of your chin, a gentle yet firm touch. He opens his mouth to speak, but decides against it once you pull away from his touch, with a sniffle, "this isn't fair, you don't get to be upset with me," you hastily wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.

Richie allows his hand to drop this his side as you point your finger at him, "Y-you let me slip away, that was you, not me," you suck in a breath, "I fucking wanted you, Richie, I didn't want to be with h-" you sigh.

Richie's baby blue eyes glaze over as he watches your emotions overtake every inch of you. He wants nothing more than to wrap you in his arms, kiss your hair, and tell you that everything will be okay, even if it won't be. And seeing you in his sweater, oh, that is what gets him. Even though your hateful tears are staining your cheeks, he can't help but feel envy of the way that the fabric of his sweater gets to envelope you, while he remains at a dangerously close, yet existent distance from you.

"Your check is in the office." Richie's voice cuts into you with no warning, his face stoic as you blink away any remanence of threatening tears away. You make your way towards the back door, Richie's hand grabbing onto your wrist, before you are able to open the door. Your eyes meet his as he pulls you into his chest and cradles the back of your head. His lips press a warm kiss to the skin of your forehead as you relax in the confines of his warm and slender arms. You inhale a shaky breath as you take in the smell of his cologne, mixed with the lingering air of his cigarette. Richie presses another kiss to your nose, and to your cheek, stopping right before your lips.

"I want you, I-I fuckin' need you, so fuckin' bad and that shit scares me," he rants as he moves his hand to cradle your face, "I hate seeing you with him, I hate that he gets to come home to you, gets every part of you, I wanted that since the moment I fuckin' met you."

"Richie-"

"No- no, just listen to me baby, I'm sorry, I'm fuckin' sorry." Richie pleads, leaning his forehead against yours as you raise your hands to cradle his face.

"Richie, listen to me." You cry, your lips ghosting against his, "I want you to kiss me, okay?"

And so he does. The moment you ask, Richie's lips are on yours and the two of you are feverishly grabbing at each other's limbs, as Richie pushes you against the brick wall, holding one of your hands above your head, interlocking your fingers. A moan leaves Richie's lips as you softly bite down into the skin of his bottom lip, before sucking on it.

"Come home with me," You mutter, breathlessly, licking over your lips, watching as Richie tightens his hold on your waist, "please, come with me and I'm all yours."

"Fuck." A moment passes, before Richie nods his head, moreso to himself than to you, "Yeah, yeah, anything you want, baby." He rasps, his forehead leaned against yours as his baby blue eyes drink in yours.

Richie's head lowers to your neck, his hand that once held onto your waist, now resting on your neck as his lips find the sweet spot right on your pulse, before softly suckling on the skin. Your head rolls back against the brick wall as Richie continues to work on the flesh of your neck. A soft moan leaves your lips as he softly licks the freshly bruised and broken skin. Richie continues this process for a few more minutes, until he is satisfied, pulling his lips away from your neck.

"I want you to leave him." Richie speaks, wiping the corners of his mouth while he adjusts the cuffs of his black button-down shirt, "you leave him and I'm all yours, I fuckin' promise you that."

A smile tugs on your lips as you slide your arms around the tall man's waist and push yourself to meet his lips, "Anything you want, Richie."

You pull away from Richie, your hands now reaching for the tie that messily hung around his neck, before grabbing ahold of the end of it and beckoning him to follow you inside of the building.

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and that's all for now! I hope you all enjoyed my first writing, I promise that I have longer writings in the works, but I just wanted to post this, just to get a gist of what it's like to post <;3

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My first two thoughts when I saw these photos were "Cute slut" and "Pretty Boy" so I did something with it. Also, I wrote this for @succubus-hansol 😁

It's been a while since I remembered to add tags. Sorry about that. 😔

Tags: @belladonna6-6-6 @heartbinn @leezanetheofficial @yongbokkk @michelle4eve @dontwannaexsist

Contains: BJ (both receiving), Y.J being called baby & slut, one use of whore, messy, lots of spit, fingering (Y.J), throat fuck, super subby Innie?, he's just needy for Mn, semi-public (Bathroom), used a lot of cussing in this one.

[LMK if I forgot anything or if you want to be added to the taglist. It's 4am and I'm tired]

When you were fixing your shirt and pulling up your pants, he didn't fail to miss the band of your boxers and when you look up from your adjustment and caught his eye, you smirk at him and walk away.

It didn't help that you were wearing white ripped jeans, a white button up with the sleeves rolled up, untucked, and unbuttoned by three buttons with a loosened black tie. Your hair also looked messy like you rolled out of bed and you wore fake black brow-line glasses and a watch with a couple bracelets on your left wrist and your hands are decorated with a couple rings.

Were you trying to kill him???

He's instantly out of his seat and hurrying after you, grabbing your hand and pulling you the opposite direction and over to the bathrooms.

It was a single stall bathroom, Jeongin looks around before shoving you in and you laugh but it's cut short when he follows you, pushing you back as he shuts the door and you collide with the door as he locks it at the same time his hand reaches up, grabs your tie and pulls you down to press his lips to yours.

His free hand moved to your waist, fisting your shirt and trying to pull you closer as your hands fall to his hips. His hand on your tie slides up over your pec, your collar, and to the back of your neck. The other moves under your shirt, dragging his nails over your skin and attempting to pull you impossibly closer as you lick his bottom lip and he lets you slip your tongue past his lips to tangle it with his.

You push him back slightly and turn around to push him against the door this time. Bending your knees, you move your hands to his thighs and lift him up, tilting your head and stepping forward into him to hold him against the door as his legs wrap around your waist and his arms around your neck.

You pull back, moving to his neck. He lets out little gasps and sighs, your kisses wet as you resist marking him as you move past his necklace and move his shirt collar with your chin to kiss his collar bone and shoulder.

"M-Mn~" He finally spoke since dragging you to the bathroom and you hum against his neck under his chin as you move to the other side under his neck. "P-Please~ H-Hyung, I n-need you, please, ah~!" You push your hips further into his and bite his ear lobe. "Baby, I don't think we have time." Your hands push his shorts further up and squeeze his thighs as one of his hands moves to tangle in your hair. "Please, Hyung? Just let me suck you off, please? That's all I'm asking for right now, please. Please Hyung." He begs and you pull back, looking at his blown pupils and slightly flushed face.

"That's all? Then you'll be a good boy and wait until we go home?" "Yes! Yes, I'll be good and wait till later, please." "Okay, baby."

You set him down and he immediately switches spots again and pushes you against the door before dropping to his knees, you unbutton the rest of your shirt just to get it out of his way and his eyes scan over your torso before he goes back to removing your belt, unbuttoning your jeans then palms you over your boxers that started this whole thing.

"It's these boxers fault we're here." "You gonna do as they say?" "Yes." "Then get to it, baby. We do have a time limit." He moves one hand to the waistband and pulls it down as his other hand wraps around you, a small whine coming from the back of his throat as he waits no more and surges forward, his heavy amount of saliva pooling on his tongue as he drags it from your base to your tip before taking you past his lips and immediately sinking down to your base.

You exhale softly and place a hand on his head, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he looks up at you over the rim of his own glasses. "Fuck, you look so fucking slutty like this, baby. So fucking cute." He hums around you, his tongue sliding on the underside of your dick, tracing along a vein before he pulls back, parting his lips as he strokes you at a gentle pace, your tip resting heavily on his tongue before he sinks back down and starts bobbing his head.

When he pulls off you again with a pop, he gasps, catching his breath as he strokes you not too slow but not too fast. "Shit, feels so good, baby." Your chest moves rapidly as you withhold your noises, simply gasping and sighing with a few groans. "Take out your cock, baby, get yourself off." "R-Really?" "Go ahead."

He takes you back into his mouth, all the way to the base as your tip reaches the back of his throat and you reaches down to unzip his shorts and pull down his waist band while spreading his knees further apart. His left hand slowly jerks himself off as his right moves back up to your thigh before he moves up and down your length.

You raise your hand to glance at your watch and your right tightens in his hair. "Can I fuck your mouth, baby? We need to hurry." He nods gently and switches hands as he sits up on his knees from his kneeling position, his left hand instinctively moving behind his back as you push on the back of his head.

You immediately fuck into his mouth at a fast pace, his hand stroking himself at the same pace as he moans, the vibration bringing you closer to the edge, his tongue attempting to swipe the underside of your cock but he eventually just relaxes his jaw and lets you fuck down his throat, eyes shining up at you with unshed tears and a choked whimper.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby, shit~" A couple more thrusts and bringing him down to your base you cum down his throat before pulling back halfway and cumming on his tongue. "Ah~ So good, baby. So good for me."

You pull out, his tongue following your tip as you stroke yourself until your body jolts from sensitivity. "You look so dirty, Innie baby." His tongue moves back into his mouth and he swallows the rest of your load before opening his mouth again and licks your tip before kissing it and smiling up at you with a cock-drunk smile. He moves to the side of your cock, pressing his plush, pouty lips and leaving behind soft kisses before kissing you hip and pulling back completely.

"I'm gonna call you cock whore at this rate." He giggles softly and you realize he's let himself go and his hand is resting on his thigh, kneeling back on his heels. "Do you still need to cum baby?" He nods and you put yourself away before you pull him to stand up.

Kissing him, you take him into your hand. He gasps against your lips, hand grasping at your arms as he thrusts into your fist and moans into your mouth.

You pull back, slipping two fingers into his mouth as you turn to your left and pushing him into the wall. His tongue wets your fingers before you pull them out, reconnecting your lips to his in a sloppy kiss as you slip your hand into the back of his boxers.

You let him go for a moment to pull his leg up to your hip then holding him again as your other hand circles his rim before pushing in, your rings are still cold against his cock and your fingers are long enough that your able to thrust your fingers into his prostate. "Fuck! Fuck, Hyung, g-gonna...S-So close, Hyung."

He whines when you pull away but moans softly when you're getting on your knees, pulling his shorts and boxers down enough so you reach under him to reinsert your fingers and take his tip into your mouth.

His hands grasp your hair, whines and soft, choked moans leave him as you finger fuck his prostate and suck on his tip. "Shit, shit, shit- Hyung! HAh~!" His grip tightens as he pulls you closer and you sink to his base and he cums down your throat with a whine.

Your fingers and tongue slowly help him ride his high before he taps your head and you pull away, gently removing your fingers as well before standing up, bringing his bottoms up with you before you catch him as his legs buckle out from under him.

"Woah, you okay, Innie?" He lets out a weak sound of confirmation as he leans further into you. Smiling softly you move to sit on the toilet and turn him around so he leans back against you as you fix his boxers and shorts and button them back up.

"Innie? You with me?" "Yeah. Thank you, Hyung." "Of course, Innie baby." "Can you promise me something?" "Anything, baby." "You fuck me real hard later because I really want your dick in me." You laugh, thrown off by his bluntness but also amused cause his voice gave away the fact that he's still horny and needy. "Okay, baby, I'll fuck you into the sheets, yeah?" "Please. Now stop talking, we'll both end up hard again."

He stands up as you laugh before you catch him and stand up. "You go out first, I have to fix my shirt." "Okay." He leans up, hands on your chest as he puckers his lips for one last kiss but you roll your eyes, knowing he wants more then a quick peck as one hand pulls him closer by his hip and the other moves to his jaw, pressing your fingers into his cheeks so his mouth falls open and you swipe your tongue along his, licking his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Claiming him with your tongue before you pull back and he smiles breathlessly.

"That's not what I wanted but I'm not complaining." "Yeah, right, I know you better than you realize, baby, you didn't want some silly peck." "...Okay, you caught me." "uh huh, yeah. Now go." "I love you, Hyung." "I love you too, Innie."

You push him to the door and he giggles, stumbling out of the bathroom and you smile at him with a shake of your head as you move to button your shirt back up.

You're definitely gonna get another set of these boxers.

[svngiem-remade]

WE'RE NEVER, EVER, EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER | bcn

🧸 pairing. bang chan + gn!reader

synopsis. after a terrible argument with your long-time boyfriend, you decided to pack your things and move out of your shared apartment, since they had become part of your daily routine at that point— but after almost a month apart, you realized you couldn't stand the sight of the gifts he'd bought you while together without crying your eyes out, so hyunjin's birthday party to which you were both invited was just the perfect occasion to give him back his stuff.

🌙 wc. 1.6k | au. idol!au; exes to lovers; angst; fluffy ending

“Is he gonna be there?” you softly inquired as you placed the heavy shopping bags you'd just carried all the way up the long flight of steps, fumbling within your pockets for your keys.

“Well… yes.” Felix’s low voice mumbled through the phone speaker after a few seconds of awkward silence, his response making you let out a quiet sigh as you finally opened the door and stepped inside, carrying the bags to the kitchen and setting them on the table, slumping down on one of the wooden chairs around it a second later with a groan.

“Great, ‘cause I took some of his things by mistake when I moved out. I can return ‘em to him when we all meet up this weekend for Hyune’s birthday.” you said as you glanced over the small plastic bag you’d tied up and placed next to the couch, which contained all the shirts and sweatshirts of his that you used to wear on a daily basis not long ago, now neatly folded on top of the other, with a small box on top, the necklace he’d gifted you on your first anniversary inside.

“Oh.” your friend pursed his lips, “So… Is it like— Officially over then?”

You let out a stifled laugh, “Lix. I literally packed my shit and left the apartment I shared with him three weeks ago, how much more official than this can it get?” you scoffed, getting up from your seat and starting to take out of the bags the food and other kitchen essentials you’d bought from the market to stock up the cabinets and fridge of your empty apartment. Completely devoid of personality, of memories— of him. You let out a shaky breath, “H-How is he doing?” you muttered, biting your bottom lip.

“I don’t know, he barely talks to us anymore. He just…” Felix’s voice cracked. The whole situation— the whole break up affected not only you and him, but also your friends, “He’s not Chan anymore.” he finished, taking out of the oven a tray full of freshly baked chocolate cookies, and set it on the nearby counter. A few seconds of complete silence passed, until Felix just HAD to ask you— “Look. I know I shouldn't mingle in your business, but… would you ever consider giving him another chance?”

Your whole body stiffened, the bag of dried pasta in your hands falling on the floor loudly. You clenched your jaw, a stray tear running down your cheek, “You’re right. You shouldn't mingle in my business.”

You hung up.

—

“No, I can’t fucking do it.” you grabbed your phone from the passenger’s seat and opened up KakaoTalk, your trembling hands quickly typing out a ‘So so sorry Hyune, I can’t do it. Could you please come outside so I can at least give you your gift?’ before gulping down the big, heavy lump that bubbled up in your throat the second you parked your car in front of his dorm a few minutes earlier, staring straight at the big window right in front of you, which showed off what seemed to be a packed, lively birthday party. You didn’t expect any less from them though, they always went all out on parties.

Tap tap.

Your head shot to your side when someone loudly tapped on your car window, a big smile forming on your lips when you noticed a grinning Changbin and Hyunjin leaning on your car. “Happy birthday, old man!” you exclaimed as you stepped out into the cold night, and engulfed the younger one in a warm hug, before kissing the older’s cheek as a greeting.

Changbin lightly pushed you, a big pout on his lips, “It’s not the same without you constantly around. We miss you.” he said, pulling at your heartstrings.

It all felt so strange— going from seeing the boys every other day, be it you going to their dorms just to hang out or them visiting you and Chan in your old apartment to have lunch or dinner together, to barely even texting them back, “I miss you all so much and I’d love to come in and see the others as well, but… I’m so sorry I just can’t.” you smiled bitterly at them, rushing to open your car door and grab the box on the backseat containing his present, giving it to him with a small smile, “I know how much you’ve been wanting this.” you said, nervously waiting to see his reaction.

He shook the box in an attempt to guess what it was only from the sound, but when it didn’t make any, he frowned, quickly placing the box on the hood of your car to open it more easily. You let out a big sigh of relief when he squealed, throwing himself between your arms to squeeze the life out of you with a hug, while Changbin inspected his younger member’s gift, “Woah, thank you so much! It’s— how’d you know? I don’t think I even ever mentioned it in front of you. Or did I?” Hyunjin asked, still tightly hugging you.

You giggled at how excited he was, but scowled soon after, “No. Uhm, actually, it was him that suggested it so…” you mumbled, and your friend’s bodies visibly stiffened, “But I don’t wanna ruin your mood and party with my disastrous love life. Go inside and have fun!” you broke the hug and distanced yourself, opening the car door once more to grab the bag you’d filled with his stuff from the backseat, handing it out to Changbin as your eyes stayed fixed on the ground, “Just… could you please give this to him? I wanted to do it myself, but—”

“Of course! No need to ask twice!” Changbin interrupted you, taking the bag from your hands with a reassuring smile and sneakily taking a peek inside of it, quietly gasping when he noticed a clear sack on top of a pile of clothes filled with jewellery he knew his Hyung had gifted you in the course of your 4-year long relationship.

You cleared your throat, “Well! Thank you for keeping me company. I’ll send you my new address once I get home so you can come over whenever you want— tell the others too!” you smiled, quickly hugging the both of them and hopping inside of your car as soon as you felt a pair of eyes you knew too well following your every step. You may have been the one to break up with him, but you sure as hell were NOT ready to face him just yet.

You’d started backing out of the parking lot, when suddenly— “WAIT!” someone shouted, and you immediately hit the brakes, scrutinising the darkness around you confused, until you saw him. You saw Chan.

Your heartbeat sped up, “What—” you whispered, your eyes following his figure running towards you and stopping next to your car door, the bag you’d given Changbin a few minutes ago tightly clutched in his grip.

He rested his free hand against your half-open window, heavily panting as he looked you in the eyes with his dark ones, which were covered by a thick layer of tears; under, the heaviest eyebags you’d ever seen him have, “P—Please, can we talk?” his voice shook, his pleading tone making you want to exit your vehicle and wrap him in your arms to tell him that everything was okay, that everything could go back to how it was. But that would be far from the truth.

“I don’t think there’s anything else to talk about.” you sniffled, your bottom lip trembling as you gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying with all your might to not break down in front of him.

“Please, please.” he begged, tears running down his cheeks as he wiped some off with the sleeves of his favourite black hoodie. Seeing how much distress he was in broke your heart all over again, and without even realising, your hand had started reaching up to hold his hand, but you quickly retracted it, turning your head away from him, “At least… At least tell me why— why do you want to return my shirts? And gifts? They’re for you, I—I bought them thinking about you, I—” he stumbled on his words, running a hand through his messy, dark hair while his other one tried to pass you the bag through the window.

You shook your head, pushing it back out with trembling hands as you stopped the car, knowing you wouldn’t be going home anytime soon at that point. You took in a deep breath and got out of the car, stepping once again out in the cold night, which made you shiver— he had to hold himself back from zipping down his hoodie and giving it to you. Seeing you after a whole month apart made his heart do cartwheels in his chest. He unconsciously blushed, and you mirrored it; not because you were flustered like him, but because of anger and frustration, “Why do you think I returned every single thing you’ve ever gifted me, Chan? It PAINS me to see them. To be CONSTANTLY reminded of what we had, but couldn’t keep.” your voice cracked at the last part, sniffling and staring in his deep brown eyes you loved so much, “I still l—love you so fucking much it hurts. I think about you from the moment I wake up until I fall asleep, you’re constantly on my mind, but I just— I couldn’t keep on being miserable like that.” you finished, biting your bottom lip until you drew blood out of it, but you couldn’t care less at that moment.

He hesitantly took your freezing hands between his warm ones, stroking your fingers slowly with a hopeful look in his eyes, “I can change things, I—I can—” he tried to say with a smile on his lips, which dropped when you interrupted him.

“I want this so bad too, but I don’t think—” you sobbed, squeezing his hands with yours.

He took a step closer to you, resting your left hand against his warm cheek, lingering on your soft touch he’d missed like oxygen, “Please, I love you so much. Letting you walk out was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my entire life— no, wait. Being a shitty, barely present boyfriend was the biggest mistake I could ever make. I—I should've never allowed my career to get in between us.” he admitted, sweetly kissing your palm, “Baby, please… I—I know we’re worth a second shot.” he stuttered out, chewing his bottom lip nervously when you didn’t respond immediately, which he took as a sign to distance himself and leave you alone, “That is only— only if you want to too, of course…” he mumbled, slowly letting your hands go, afraid he’d made you uncomfortable.

But you surprised him when you took his hands in your own once again, pulling him closer to you with your lips curved in a smile, “Let’s… Let’s try again, okay? Let’s start fresh.”

“Wait, you’re— you’re serious?” he widened his eyes and blushed, biting his cheek as hard as he could just to check if that was a dream, since he refused in any way, shape or form to untangle your now intertwined fingers.

You nodded, placing a peck on his jaw, “Yes. Just… promise me we won’t make the same mistakes as last time—” you plead.

“Promise!” he interrupted, wrapping his hands around you and picking you up to spin you around, which made you both giggle, smiling from the heart for the first time since you’d broken up, “God, I can’t believe you’re back.” he chortled, ultimately pressing his warm lips on yours.

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[firstdivisiongirl]

Ace x Reader: Why I Stay?

WARNING: SPOILERS

He didn’t want to be here, on the Moby Dick.  He was Portgas D Ace, captain of the Spade Pirates, feared rookie.  But he was not and would never be a member of Whitebeard’s crew.  Well, that was until he met you.  Y/N Newgate, biological daughter of Whitebeard.

He only stayed on the ship to kill Whitebeard and get you to join his crew.  But, eventually a bond was formed between the two young pirates.  Macro called it hormones. Thatch called it infatuation.  Whitebeard called it young love.  Whatever it was, you two had something special.  He would put his hat on you when you were sad.  He did reckless things to make you laugh.  He gave you the heart necklace that you now wear every day.   Eventually, he joined the Whitebeard Pirates.

One night he was standing by the railing, watching the ocean and staring at the extremely starry sky above.  You approached him. “Whatcha thinking about,” you asked looking up at the sky, trying to see if you could understand what he was thinking.  He looked down at you, “a lot actually.” He ran his fingers through his hair.  “Did I ever tell you why I stayed?”  You looked puzzled.

“No.  I figured it was because you were tired of getting your ass handed to you.”

He sighed, staring into your deep E/C eyes.  He reached down and brushed a few strands of your H/L H:C hair out of your face.  “I stay because of you.  And as long as you’re here firefly.  I’ll stay.”

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[ramp-it-up]

PUPPY LOVE

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Word Count:  1.5 K

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Valentine shoes and surprises, lovers quarrel, angst, longing, begging, kitchen sex, pleasurable pain, nipple play (f receiving) fingering, raw sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving) Daddy kink.

A/N: Based on this ask. Based on my Candy Hearts Valentine Prompt List found Here. Hope you like it @flordeamatista​ 💕

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You’d insisted on making dinner yourself, telling Andy that you would wear the heels that he couldn’t resist presenting you this morning after you gave him his holiday deep throat special.

But by the time he’d left, both of you were tense again after your request and his refusal. A small squabble that ruined the holiday mood. He was adamant and you were out of the practice of hearing him say no.

By the end of the day, however, you were in a different mood.

You answered the door in your pink ruffled apron, the red heels, your red heart necklace…and nothing else.

Andy stepped inside and you took his briefcase and handed him a drink.

His eyes swept over you, from your nipples through the sheer material, down your torso to the patch of hair above your pubis.

Andy squinted to see that the normal triangle was shaved into a heart shape.

He was rock hard, and all in the span of 30 seconds. He took a drink.

“Hello, Princess.”

Since you’d taken him back, you’d gone from Muffin to Princess. Andy treated you like royalty now.

Except for this morning.

“Hello Drew.”

You moved close and kissed him on the cheek. The sight of you and now your scent was heady stuff, and Andy closed his eyes as he inhaled when you came near. He wasn’t ready to lose control yet.

“How was your day?”

You murmured up at him and your gloss bombed lips mesmerized him. He thought back to the morning and he pulsed in his pants.

Only you.

Andy sighed.

“Doesn’t matter now. All that matters is you, in that outfit. Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”

You stepped back and turned around slowly, the back was even better than the front, the heels made your calves pop and that ass was moisturized and ready for his lips. The ties to the apron hung between your cheeks and Andy took a shaky breath. His eyes traced up your spine to your shoulder blades and neck, to your profile as you stood demurely with your eyes cast down, your chin parallel to your shoulder.

For a second, Andy thought he was going to faint. Damn, you were fine. And Andy was a full on simp for you.

Andy waited a beat so that the vision of him grabbing the back of your neck and bending you over the couch would subside. He reached for your hand and brought it to his mouth, tenderly kissing it.

He saw the little shiver that created and he smiled, his lips lingering on your skin.

Yes. This was better than just fucking you right now. He wanted to savor this as long as he could. Which wouldn’t be long.

“H-happy Valentines Day Drew. Dinner is ready. Take off your coat.”

Andy thrilled at your reaction, worrying all day that you would change your mind about coming back to him.

He was quietly giddy.

You turned around and reached up, but Andy’s hands on your waist prevented you from taking his jacket off. You craved this man in shirtsleeves and his shoulders made you want to lay down on the floor and hold your legs behind your head, but you just swallowed and looked up into his cerulean blues. You felt his eyes on your breasts and saw his tongue peek out onto his lips.

Damn. You needed him, but you weren’t going to be the one to break first.

You stared each other down until he let you go and took his jacket off. You took it from him and Andy watched as you walked over to the hall closet to hang it up.

He also watched as the hanger dropped to the floor and you bent over, legs straight, ass presented as you retrieved it.

You heard his stifled moan and turned around just in time to see him trying to smooth down the impressive bugle in his pants. You wanted the feel of the smooth skin of his cock on your lips, but you said nothing.

You walked to the kitchen, telling him what was for dinner over your shoulder.

Andy downed the rest of his drink, took off his tie and rolled up his sleeves.

You were at the sink, washing the spinach for a salad when you saw his bare forearms. You stared and dropped the knife as he approached you.

You looked up to the pure lust on his face as he got nearer. Everything on your body was anticipating this moment, your nipples rock hard and aching, your stomach flipping, your pussy weeping rivulets down your thighs.

Andy stood still as he waited for you to say the word.

Any word would do.

“Drew, I…”

Andy was on you like a flash, lifting you up after swiping the other salad ingredients into the sink.

His fingers dug into your sides as he slotted his slim hips between your legs.

“You don’t understand what you do to me…”

Andy gritted it out between kisses and nips on your neck and cleavage as he hurriedly untied the apron and tore it from between you. He grabbed both nipples and pinched them until you keened into his mouth which was now on yours.

“D’you feel it? That beautiful pain? S’how I feel whenever I see you. Need to be inside you…”

You nodded, head thrown back now as two of Andy’s fingers and his thumb were fucking you open as his other hand undid his pants and stroked his cock.

“Please please please please…”

You held onto his shoulders and begged him until he lined up and pushed inside you. It hurt so good.

“Ow… Andrew…. Fuck that feels so good.”

You whispered and throbbed with him as his cock immediately started pumping on its own as he felt the warm tight inside of you.

“Shit.”

Andy had to move, to chase this high, and to make you cum soon because he was more than halfway gone.

“Princess, Fuck. I love you. I’m sorry about earlier. I love you, I love you… holy shit.”

“I’m sorry too, Drew. I was a brat.”

“You’re my fucking brat…”

Andy pulled your ass off the counter and into his hands as he laid you down on the cold white marble. He watched your glazed eyes as he pounded you and had to open his mouth to breathe as you grabbed your bouncing breasts. You looked like heaven served up to him.

“Yessss. Circle your clit, Princess. Need you to cum so bad. You’re squeezing me so tight.”

You did as you were told and as he watched your pink tipped fingernails, and he saw the cream around his cock, his balls released all the stored up energy from the day.

“Hold on, Fuckkkkkkk.”

Andy started pounding you and the wet slapping sound reverberated off the walls.

You relished his cum face all screwed up and concentrating on giving you all that good good.

“Yes, Drew, give me all your cum, Daddy.”

Andy groaned as he spurted his spend into you. Then, he pulled out and deposited some onto the fur heart between your legs. Before you got a chance to breathe, he got down on his knees and ate it off until you came again, screaming and grabbing his hair in your chef’s kitchen.

You were dizzy as you stood up, still in the heels, and starting to look at the mess you’d made in the kitchen.

“No. Don’t worry about it,” Drew was behind you and kissing your neck. “Go get in the shower, I will clean up down here.”

You smiled at his deep voice in your ear.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Andy smiled at your hoarse voice and watched you as you climbed the stairs. He winked as you looked back at him and sprang into action.

30 minutes later, you came back down in your pink velour pjs and saw that Drew was dressed in a t-shirt and grey sweats, the kitchen was clean, and the salad was made. He’d also pulled the roast out of the oven.

He pulled out a chair for you.

“Madame.”

You smiled as his eyes twinkled at you.

You sat down to a lovely dinner and wine with laughter and good conversation. Afterwards, you sat down on the couch to watch your favorite romcom as Andy cleaned up. Then he walked toward the garage door.

“Have to let you know about the other woman, Princess.”

You were confused until you heard the whine and sat straight up to see an adorable puppy licking your man.

That bitch.

“Oh! She’s so cuteeee!”

You ran over to Andy and took her from him, and she started kissing you too. You were thrilled that Andy relented from his stance that morning.

“I promise that I will get up and walk her every morning, Drew.”

Andy shook his head, not believing you, but not caring anymore because seeing you happy was worth early mornings in the Boston cold.

“Sure, Princess. Let’s get her gear, her crate and her care things are in the garage. She has an appointment to get spayed next week.”

“Oh I love you Drew!”

“Love you too, Princess. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

[wh0reforoldmen]

Take me out

Pairing: Sugar daddy!Max Burnett x fem!Reader

Warnings: L bombs, mentions of smut, mentions of switch!Max

Word count: 1.87k

summary: Max said that he was off limits when you first met, well he might’ve changed his mind

You fixed your makeup and sighed, checking yourself in the mirror. 

You smoothed down the skirt of your dress; it hugged all your curves and creases on your body. You swear Max likes to show you off to everyone, telling them how lucky he is to have you. 

The dark red fabric was soft to the touch; it had a slit up your leg to your mid-thigh, showing off your left leg, it had lace sleeves with a delicate pattern of floral designs, while the fabric stopped at just the top of your breasts, the lace curved around your collarbone to form the sleeves. The strappy black heels looked pretty cute with them too. And to complete the look, a pair of dangling diamond earrings and a black gem necklace sat at the curve of your breasts.

You checked yourself in the mirror a few more times before grabbing the matching dark red purse and waiting for that text. 

You didn’t have to wait long for your phone to ping and a message from Max saying that he was outside. You checked one last time that you looked perfect before stepping out of your apartment and downstairs, Max already waiting for you by the doors. 

Of course, he was wearing black; it was his best colour to wear and it suits him well. You walk out of the complex; his head spins around, and he smiles at you, his eyes looking at you up and down. 

"You look gorgeous," he complimented, holding out his hand to you. 

He didn’t look bad himself; the black blazer and dress pants with the white shirt with the first two or three buttons undone really suits him. His hair was also slicked back; a few stubborn strands were loose, but you loved it either way. 

You took his hand with a smile "You don’t look too bad for yourself, Max,"

He helped you into his car and got in before driving off. The restaurant you were going to is unknown to you; he likes to keep it that way with all your dates with him. You don’t mind it, but sometimes you'd like to know where you’re going. 

The car ride was quiet, the radio filling that silence between you two. You looked over at him and just... looked at his sharp jawline, his thin black hair, and God, you loved his eyes too. The bright blue that looked at you with such softness but to others with such anger, you could get lost in them for hours. For his age, he was a fucking handsome devil, aged like a fine wine if you say so yourself. 

He glanced over at you, catching you red-handed staring at him, the corners of his lips curled up into a smile, "Got something on your mind, Princess?" He asked, turning his head with a cheeky grin. 

Your face went up in flames, and you quickly looked away, looking in front of you and saying, "Just wondering where we’re going." You quickly replied, sucking your bottom lip in and rolling it between your teeth, hoping he’d fall for it. Who are you kidding? It’s Max! The God of deceit.

“Sure, princess,” he hummed. “Do you remember what we agreed on? I’m just here to spoil you,”

It sounded right at the time. Yes, you did find him attractive when you first met and made that agreement, but things change! You’ve spent more and more time with Max, and you’ve fallen head over heels for him. 

“Yes, I do remember,” You say with a roll of your eyes, you hate that he has rules; yeah, it’s understandable, but some of them are just... bizarre. But it’s his line of work that makes them bizarre, so none of you can do anything about it. 

“So you know I’m off limits,” he reminded you, placing a hand on your bare thigh. You held your breath as you looked down at his hand; his hands were rough in comparison to your soft skin, but damn, his hands were huge, and the veins connecting his hand to his fingers were... shit.

“Yes, I know,” you nodded, holding back a whimper as his hand gently rubbed your skin. 

“Good girl,” He pulled his hand away and placed it back on the steering wheel, that smug grin plastered on his face. 

That smug bastard. 

Finally, you go to the restaurant, and it’s somewhere you’ve never been and could never afford if you never had Max. 

He helped you out and walked in with you, his arm around your waist with his hand on your hip. You walked through the glass doors and held in your gasp—it was so... luxurious. The chandelier had to be made of real diamonds! The floor was a hard white marble with a golden shimmer, and the tables were all arranged so that no one would bump into them. The waiter elegantly led you both to a table in the middle of the room. 

You both sat down while he gave you the menus and walked off, giving you time to pick out your drink and meal. The tables were dark oak, and the groves were incredibly detailed. You looked up at Max, and he smiled at you and said, “Guess you like it?"

It wasn’t exactly a question but you nodded anyway “it’s amazing Max, thank you,” 

You both had a great time at the restaurant, just talking to each other about anything but work and stress; this was just something to get you both to relax a bit. You easily spent two or three hours in there, talking and eating, and this is what it’s usually like with Max. 

Sometimes you don't see him for weeks at a time, but when he does come back. Fuck,  he spoils you rotten. You get treated like a queen. 

He has you closer to him as you both walk out of the restaurant and to the car, his arm around your hip and his hand laced around yours, fingers lacing together. It felt good, strange but good!   

“Remember what I said earlier in the car?” Max began, “When I said that I was off limits,” you looked up at him with a confused look but nodded. Why was he burning this up again? It was just a reminder that you couldn't have him. You can’t. 

“Yes, I remember, why?” You asked, your hand gently squeezing his as you approached his car. 

He hesitated. 

Max was hesitant to speak? 

Since you’ve known Max for almost a year, he’s never been hesitant to speak, not even in bed when you’re ordering him to speak. He just doesn't. 

“Well, I was thinking that we can ignore that one rule; I know I made it up, but fuck. Look at you, how could I not fall for you?” He said this while looking down at you and coming to a halt.

You could feel your heart pounding with each word he said; he wants to break the rule and... get together? Fuck, this was like a dream come true. A smile came to your lips as you looked up at him. “This isn’t one of your tricks now, is it, Max?” You inquire, your hands approaching his face, thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. 

His bright blue eyes looked into yours, and he shook his head. “I promise, it’s not.” He said, his hands coming to your waist and pulling you closer “Kiss me,”

You didn’t deny his request; you pulled him in, your soft lips collided with his slightly chapped ones. He lets you be in control of the kiss, his hands only sliding down to your ass and gently squeezing the soft mounds before moving back up to the small of your back. You both pulled away for air and looked into each other's eyes, a smile coming to his lips. “I love you, princess.” He confessed, making your heart flutter. 

“I love you too, Max.” You smile, using your thumb to wipe the saliva off his bottom, swollen, pink lip. 

“Let's go home, yeah?" You smirked “Show you how much I really love you,” 

He chuckled and landed a hard smack on your ass. “Let's see who wins first,” he said, leading you to the car and getting in with you.

[blues824]

Hello! I see requests are open on your blog and want to give this one a try. May I request HCs of Vil Schöenheit, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia with a partner [S/O] (Romantic) [Gender Neutral] who actually has powers like Dr. Strange? A powerful Eldritch Magic user who not only can cast difficult spells but also has magical artifacts and items like the Sling Ring used to open portals in other parts of the universe. Can they also somehow have possession of the Eye of Agamotto?

Imagine they’re powerful enough to stop an Overblot. The [Reader] casts a Mirror Dimension around themselves and the Overblotted victim to prevent others from harm’s way. Everyone would be safe outside of the spell.

- @sanctum-of-ramshackle

I loved Dr. Strange. I also loved the Mirror Dimension part… got me high but without the drugs.

Don’t do drugs, kids. But if you do, make sure you get them for a reasonable price.

Vil Schoenheit

He hasn’t seen magic quite like the one you use. He knows that you have no natural affinity towards this sorcery, so he questions how you were able to harness it. You tell him that you had to go all the way to Kamar-Taj in Nepal to see if you could get your steady hands back.

He got to see it up close when he overblotted. In fact, you cast a spell on him. The one that brought him to the Mirror Dimension. He looked around and saw everything shift on your whim. He had never seen anything like that in Twisted Wonderland.

He also had never seen someone’s magic cause golden rings to appear around their hands or arms while using it. He knew it was some sort of ancient magic because of the old runes. Since you had put a lot of time into learning it, you easily overtook him. He looked around and released a sigh of relief when he heard that no one was injured due to your spell.

He sees you hopping in and out of dimensions a lot. He notices that there’s a certain ring on your hand when you do as well. He asks you about it as he’s treating your skin and you say that it allows you to open other dimensions. That meant you could easily go home, but didn’t choose to.

At the same time, he asked you about the peculiar necklace you wear. It’s nothing fashionable, and he has quite the distaste for it, actually. You had to explain the Infinity Stones and said that the Eye of Agamotto housed one of these precious stones: the Time Stone. You used your magic to open the eye and showed him the luminous rock. 

He asked what would happen if someone were to attain all of them. You warned him that if someone were to do that, that could mean the end of every dimension and universe he could ever fathom. He’s shocked that tiny stones had the power to end the timeline, but you know more about this than he does.

Idia Shroud

Omg! It’s exactly like the movie Monsieur Weird! It’s so strange (get it?) that you had the same exact magic. You tell him about your journey in Nepal just to train under the Ancient One and learn to harness the magic that was surrounding you all this time.

When he overblots, he experiences the other end of the magic. He looks around as you cast the spell to bring you to the Mirror Dimension and he sees everyone disappear except you. You used his discontortedness to your advantage and easily took him down.

He notices that whenever you use your magic, it causes big disks to circle around your arms and wrists. He tries to research the language, but since Eldritch Magic didn’t exist in this world he came up with nothing.

Once, he got the courage to ask you about your ring as you had to take it off to help upgrade Ortho. You said that it allowed you to open dimensions such as the Mirror one. You told him that it would be rather easy for you to go home, but this dimension was a lot of fun.

He also noticed the eyeball you wear around your neck. He thought it was a piece of some costume until he noticed once where you opened it and let out a sigh of relief. He stares at it until you catch him, and you explain that it housed the Time Stone. He then finished what you were going to say about the Infinity Stones.

He guessed that it would be the end of life itself if someone obtained all of them and you nodded. You told him how imperative it was that you protected the stone with your very life. He made a vow that any opponent would have to go through him and his brother first before anything ever got to you.

Malleus Draconia

Yet another one who was intrigued by your unique magic, and I mean that in that he has never seen it before. No one in the Valley of Thorns uses this magic, and he hasn’t seen anyone at NRC using it either. Plus, he recognizes the runes.

When Leona overblots, Malleus swears that he just saw you and the Prince of the Sunset Savannah facing off each other. One second you were gone, the next you were back and the overblot victim was back to normal.

He immediately asked you about it, and you told him that you took Leona to the Mirror Dimension so that no one else would be harmed. He admired your thoughtfulness and concern for others while simultaneously taking down an overblot.

He’s definitely noticed that certain ring of yours that you always have when opening a portal. He stared at it a few times, and you eventually caught on and explained that you obtained it in Kamar-Taj, Nepal back in your world and that it allowed you to open dimensions.

He also asked about what exactly the eye was. He has read many books, but he’s never heard of the Eye of Agamotto. You explain that the eye itself wasn’t magical, but rather the stone inside. There were 5 other Infinity Stones, and you protected the 6th.

You went on to say that someone who had all the Infinity Stones would be more powerful than the most powerful mage Twisted Wonderland had. In fact, they would seem like a small child’s toy compared to the Stone User. He was shocked at hearing this, and he made sure to let you know that you would never face any opponent without them getting through him first.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

gosh just like, imagine L being somewhat sexuqlly frustrated, case pulling him down and such.

at nights you stay with him, keep him company, ramble at him (which, in turn- he listens, almost being consumed by your voice) while he works. General things.

But now, since he's nearly dying; not having time to take care of himself, too shy to ask you to help- he's just. Suffering through it. One night you seem to just coincidentally turn him on without knowing. He tries holding himself back, not excusing himself or saying anything. They way you delicately put candies in your mouth, the way your fingers glide through the sweets, picking just the right one

g o s h, mans just can anymore, finally has enough of it and just rams you into his desk

*giggles* gosh i love you, y’all know me too well 🤭

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L loves listening to himself talk, but he loves listening to you talk even more. Your words are coated in honey, voice articulating things he’d never ever imagined. You talk about anything, everything, as long as it sparks curiosity or conflict.

L’s gone through typing thousands of sentences listening to you ramble about necklaces, history, food, shoes, video games, books, ex lovers, humanity as a whole, Poland and society. Sometimes you don’t know if he’s actually listening but when he throws a glance in your direction with an interested expression, you know he does care about what you’re saying even if he doesn’t say it too.

So you continue to come in your comfortable clothes, sit with him and practically burst with information and opinions while stealing his sweets every now and then. L likes you, you’re authentic and honest, you wear baggy t shirts and sleep shorts and smell of mint when it’s closer to bed time for you and you’ve recently brushed your teeth. And you’re consistent, every night, 7 on the dot, he hears the waddle of your padded feet slapping the stairs and the squeal of a chair’s hinges as you sit down and scoot towards him.

He likes that about you, you’re precise, but lately he finds himself conflicted. He loves your visits, loves sharing whatever edible heart-attack he has, loves your beautiful, sweet voice next to him. But he dreads the feelings that come with it. His heart races, palms sweat and vision blurs, intense bodily reactions that cause terror and confusion. He feels like he’s dying. And nobody can focus when they’re dying.

Plus, he has an erection that would be fairly obvious if his knees weren’t in the way of you line of sight. He did some research in a spare moment and discovered many things about himself, the important ones being that he’s most likely aroused and that he may have feelings for you. So, you arouse and intrigue him.

He goes through a few nights thinking that information would be enough to calm his symptoms but soon realizes it’s worse now then before because he’s actually aware of the way he looks at you and where he looks at you now.

He can’t help his eyes falling to your pretty, bouncing breasts as you descend the stairs. He can’t help his attention on your pump lips forming words he can hardly hear anymore. He can’t help the blood rushing straight to his cock when you lean out of your chair to grab a bite of his cake and your shorts lift up ever so slightly, allowing the curve of your ass to be seen from where he sits.

He considers asking for help and immediately mentally reprimands himself for even considering the great L would need help. He doesn’t have time for anything else but working and sleeping and he can’t compromise himself just because he’s feeling a little aroused. So he doesn’t do anything, and suffers the consequences.

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You greet L with a smile and giddily bounce over to your designated seat next to him, grabbing a hold of the back of the chair.

“See anything different?” You ask with an excited grin.

L furrows his brow and studies you for a second but comes up empty and shakes his head.

You sigh and give him a faux frown.

“The pajamas?” You spin and he notices what you mean. Deep red strawberries litter your shorts, that seem slightly shorter than the others you wear, and your pink socks have strawberries sewn into the sides. Then you’ve finished spinning and L can see your shirt clearly, he almost goes into cardiac arrest. Directly where your nipples are, there are two small strawberries poking out on the thin fabric.

L quickly clears his throat and turns his chair back to the monitors, bringing his legs closer to his chest, “Very nice.”

You huff and plop down next to him, stealing the fork in his hand and nipping some cake, “‘Very nice?’ I thought you would think they were cute.”

L looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“They’re cute.”

You giggle and turn towards him more, using your foot as leverage to push off the table so that you’re closer to him.

“I know, right? I found them last week shopping with Misa and she said that you were gonna make fun of me but I thought you’d like ‘em so I bought ‘em.”

L thinks for a second then turns to you with a surprised expression, which for him is just a slight eyebrow raise and eye widening.

“You bought them… for me?”

You shrug like it’s no big deal.

“Yeah, thought you’d like ‘em. You’re all about strawberries anyways.”

L’s heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s going to pop out of his chest and run a marathon.

“Well.. you were right. I do like them.”

You throw a smile with teeth his way and he flatlines.

“Anyways… what’ja wanna talk about tonight? I’ve got a few ideas.”

L tries to focus on whatever document he’d been working on before you arrived but you steal his attention again as he sees you pushing your chair even closer to his.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

You make a dive for the bowl of candies next to his keyboard and he gawks at you.

You lean over the arm of the chair and smile at him innocently, “What, you can’t share? Mr. Billionaire is greedy.”

You draw out the ‘dy’ in greedy with a giggle and drop the candies back at his frown.

L shakes his head at your antics, “No, I mean what are you doing so close? Can’t you talk from over there?”

You ignore the ego pang you could take and shrug, dropping eye contact in favor of your finger nails suddenly being very interesting.

“I dunno… thought we were close enough that I could sit here.”

L recognizes your expression and sighs, looking straight ahead at his screen.

“You can. I don’t mind.” He pretends not to see the way your face lights up again and pretends a little harder not to notice the tingling feeling inside his stomach.

There’s a few moments of silence before the creaking of your chair shifting ever closer to his draws a quarter of his attention. The arm of your chair bumps his and he glances to his right to see your mischievous grin beaming up at him from where your head rests on his chair, nearly falling onto his lap.

L must be a pro at this point when it comes to ignoring his feelings but he still struggles to keep a straight face when your hands come out to trace shapes into the side of his jeans.

He can’t tell how long it’s been that you’ve been talking about meaningless things or how long you’ve been practically in his chair with the way your whole body leans onto his. Could’ve been ten minutes, twenty or an hour, L’s too enthralled by your presence to get work done at his usual pace.

You reach your hand out to the bowl of sweets and L watches you in his peripheral vision as your delicate fingers search for your favored flavor, gently brushing the others and softly plucking one up. The way your eyes seem so focused on the task, lips curling into a bottom bite as your hand pushes the candy through reddened lips.

You hum in satisfaction at the taste and L’s thoughts scatter, leaving only the sight of you on his mind. Taking quick note of how little work he’s gotten done tonight, of his aching erection rubbing against the rough confines of his pants and the way your nipples poke out just right on the shirt, barely visible under the strawberries and makes a decision he’s yet to regret. L is going to get laid.

“Y/n, stand up.” Puzzled, you do so and tug on the bottom of your shorts when they come up too high.

“I… want to do something, you may stop me at any time.” You nod and make a concerned face that fades as he stands too, cupping your face and angling it towards his.

The only sign of the anxiety he feels inside is the shaking hands the cradle your jaw with uncertainty. He meets your eyes with hesitant eye contact and sees only pure desire and trust back.

L’s lips gloss over yours, barely a whisper yet enough to make you whimper and tangle your hands in the mess of his hair. You pull his towards you with urgency, slotting your lips against his much more desperately.

You taste like raspberries and toothpaste and months of longing, L feels like he might die when your hands wander down to his chest and fist the fabric of his shirt with a muffled gasp. L knows you’ll stop him if you don’t want anything further so he takes a leap of faith and drops his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His throbbing, clothed erection brushes your thigh with a groan from you both.

You pull away, lips kissbitten and eyes glazed over with lust. L’s heart chases after you, beating like crazy inside it’s poor little cage.

“You look angelic.” His words fumble out like a broken dam but he means it, almost proud of himself when you blush and smile.

“What was that thing you wanted to do?” You change the subject with a nervous fidget of his shirt in your fists.

“You, if you’d let me.” He sounds bold and sure of himself but he’s hardly controlling himself from begging you to just kiss him like that again, even though if you did, he’d surely fall completely in love with you.

You met his eyes with a unfamiliar shyness and nod quickly.

“I’d let you..please, do.”

He allows his signature proud smirk to take his lips before he takes yours again, hands wandering down to the ruffle at the edge of your pajamas.

He tugs them down your thighs slightly and cups your ass in his big hands before breaking the kiss.

“Turn around.”

Your back faces him and he uses his leverage to bend you over his desk, his mind freezing up when he notices a dark spot on your pink panties, puffy clit poking out on the material.

He trails his fingers up towards the waistband and slowly pulls them down, a string of arousal between your pussy and panties growing thinner and finally breaking once they’re down where your shorts are.

“You’re incredibly wet.” L remarks with a finger sliding through your dripping folds, eyes catching the full body shiver you do.

“You’re incredibly attractive.” You snap back quick but there’s amusement in your tone. “Sometimes shit happens.”

He mentally rolls his eyes and simply replied by propping you up in a easier position, pushing your back into a arch and your ass high in the air.

“May I?” He asks, hoping you understand the implication by the sound of his zipper.

“You may.” You respond with a cheeky grin over your shoulder, “Such a gentleman, aren’t you?”

“Always.” He wants to say something romantic but he doesn’t know how you’ll take it.

Right as his hands clasp your hips and tug you closer to his waiting cock, he lets it slip.

“For you.”

You both know there’s implications behind that more than just him saying he’ll ask for consent but you ignore it for now. You know later, when you’re stumbling back to your room with a giddy smile and sore legs, you’ll giggle to yourself over the thought he may want you for more than just sex.

His tip angles at your entrance and he takes a breath before gently pushing in, pulling a sensual gasp from your mouth as your wetness expands around him. Curses fall easily from your lips as you shuffle your legs farther apart, feeling him bottom out completely.

You already feel your pussy ache, accommodating the stretch almost painful but wonderfully full at the same time. L, on the other hand, is also greatly feeling the size difference. He’s been holding his breath and mentally clicking through past cases to keep himself from busting a load too soon, his hands an iron grin on your poor waist.

A wet squelch sounds as he begins pulling out to thrust in again and your red cheeks flame even harder, knowing you’re definitely soaking him and yourself.

L waits for a second and slyly says, “Is that a snail in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”

You laugh loud and abruptly, nearly choking as he pushes in again through the joke. You love his sense of humor but sometimes he’s really got to read the room, still though, you feel more at ease.

L feels his cock tense and balls clench and resolves to move faster, in order to please both parties. His hips slam against yours deeply as he fucks himself into you, your slick pussy driving him halfway mad.

“F-fuck.. please! Please, L, please!” You sound like you’re crying from the desperation in your voice but from the pornographic moans leaking at a consistent rate, L knows it feels good to you.

Atleast he hopes it does, and when he realizes he wants to make it better, he angles so that with each thrust, your clit rubs against the smooth table and instantly feels the effects, your cunt squeezing infinitely harder.

He lets out a choked noise for the first time and you nearly cum right then, his broken voice groaning sounds ethereal to your ears.

“Y/n…I’m going to orgasm.” You almost chuckle at his use of vocabulary but nod hurriedly nonetheless.

“Mmmm..me too, fuck….harder, please!”

L thrusts harder at your command and gave a few final desperate ruts before letting out a string of your name connected to a deep, long sob of ‘fuck’. You clench around him and pant out his alias as you shake through your release.

He nearly falls on top of you and thankfully rolls to the side with a satiated look, slowly pulling himself out of your sore, dripping hole.

After a few beats of heavy breathing, you shoot him a tired smile and ask, “Get what you wanted?”

He looks back at you with something unidentifiable and smiles slightly too.

“For now.”

[gurugirl]

For priestrry i think it would be so fun to see them at a service together. She’s just there sitting nicely and Harry’s praying or whatever but he keeps looking at her with her gold choker necklace and there’s a bruise that’s visible and he takes her into a room or his office or whatever to fuck her because he can’t wait til they get home

Sorry I don’t know anything about Catholic Churches or mass or anything so the details for that are up to you

Sorry this took me ages to get to! Hope you like! 1.5k words

Summary: ✞ priest!harry x reader ✞ Harry can't stop looking at the love mark he gave his pet this morning and the reminder of how she got it makes him feral.

Warning: smut, sub/dom dynamic, religious themes

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She was just so full of light and love. Harry adored being able to see her amongst the other members during services.

He enjoyed exercising his willpower to not watch her or stare too long as everyone had their heads bowed in prayer. He could easily just let his eyes wander over her features while everyone’s eyes were closed.

The delicate gold necklace choker with the H charm dangling at the front didn’t hide the mark he made on her neck just that morning. He loved the thrill of having her so close wearing a choker that had his first initial on it. No one would ever assume the H stood for Harry their beloved priest. But that was part of the fun.

The little love bite on the side of Y/n’s neck was small but Harry knew what it was. He smiled as he spoke his prayer remembering the way in which he gave it to her.

She wouldn’t wake up at first. She groaned and rolled over, pulling the blankets back over her head so Harry decided to give her something that would wake her up.

He climbed into the bed with her, all sweaty after his morning jog, and pulled the blankets down, pushing at her hips to have her roll to her stomach and swatted her cheeks, “Lazy girl needs to get up and say her prayers before church.”

Y/n smiled into the bedding below her face. She was pleased Harry came to wake her up. This had become a bit of a routine for them. Harry would go out for a run or get up early for work and she would laze in bed until Harry came back into their room to wake her up himself. Sometimes it would just be a good spanking, others would have Y/n being edged until she cried and then left wanting when he denied her an orgasm.

But this morning Harry had another idea, though he still wouldn’t let her come.

“I know you’re enjoying this pet. You like it when I spank you, don’t you? Like when I wake you up with my hands marking your bare bottom?”

Y/n turned her face so she could speak, “Yes, Father.”

Harry leaned over her back and pressed his sweaty, bare chest into her shoulder blades. She could feel how warm he was, how damp. She wasn’t wearing her nightgown so she could feel Harry’s body pressed to hers.

The priest spread her legs apart and nudged himself down so he could feel her plush bottom over his hardening cock. He still had his running shorts on as he rocked his hips downward.

“You’re naughty. You don’t get to come. But since I was good today and got up early I am going to enjoy using your body for my pleasure.”

Y/n sighed and felt her body tingle. She loved it when he used her and got himself off.

She felt him shift behind her and saw his running shorts tossed onto the floor. Harry pulled Y/n’s hips, bringing her ass upward and his fingers were on her wet folds.

“Look how wet you get for me. You’re a dirty girl, Y/n. How is it that I can go on a run and come back here all sweaty and smelly and you still drip for me? Even when you know you don’t get to come. You’re mine to use however I like, aren’t you?” Harry smoothed his hands over her bottom and down to her thighs. His mouth was watering at the sight. She was so pretty and all his.

Y/n nodded her head and whimpered, “Yes! It’s because I love you, Father. I worship you. I adore you. All I want is to please you.”

“Mmmm…” Harry hummed, pressed his hips to her bottom, and reached around to grab the front of her neck, pulling her up so her back was against his solid, damp chest. He put his face into her neck and positioned his cock at her wet crease and began to slide himself between her thighs and her cunt. She was nice and slick so he was able to thrust through her flesh with ease. Her pussy was far better, far tighter than it was like this, but she was not allowed to come so Harry would make do with the lack of friction and the lovely clenching her inside walls gave him.

Y/n panted when she felt Harry’s prick slipping back and forth through her labia and the tops of her thighs. His crown nudged at her clit every fourth or fifth thrust. And it felt so good, but this wasn’t for her pleasure. This was for him. So she squeezed her thighs together tighter for her lover and Harry moaned and attached his lips to her neck.

“You are so good to me, my pet,” Harry panted his words as he continued rolling his hips into Y/n’s. He kept a hand at the front of her neck and sucked at the side when he felt his orgasm approach. His heart was pounding and he was moving his hips faster, the friction of her thighs and her cunt just enough to tip him over the edge.

Y/n cast her gaze downward and could see the tip of Harry’s long cock peeking through the front of her thighs each time he pushed his prick through her soft flesh from the back to her front, the skin on his shaft wetted with her arousal, his crown pretty and red.

When he came it was a mess. The warm liquid spurted from his cock and onto the sheets and down Y/n’s thighs and as he continued rocking himself into her he came over her pussy and sucked harshly at her skin, breaking the capillaries and causing the tiniest bruise to form on her neck.

When he’d drained himself completely he let go of her neck and backed away, swatting at her bottom once more for good measure, “I need a shower and you need to get out of bed and change the sheets.”

And now, here at church, his prick was beginning to plump just thinking about it, but luckily his robe was covering his sins. He redirected his thoughts and continued with the service, seemingly unbothered. But he was bothered. Every time he looked over at his pretty pet with the little bruise on her neck he remembered how soft and compliant she was for him.

The moment service was over Harry brought her to his rectory, dodging the people who tried to get his attention.

He closed the door and pointed at his desk as he began to unbuckle his belt, “Bend over, skirt up.”

Y/n quickly pushed her skirt up and placed her palms on the desk. Harry came in right behind her and brought a hand up to the love bite and brushed it gently with his fingers and with his other hand he dragged her panties to the side and began stroking her labia and circling her clit, “Want you nice and wet for me again. This time I want you to come on my cock.”

Harry instructed her to rub her clit when he finally entered her. They couldn’t take too long. Harry would be expected to meet and pray with some of the people but he needed to come inside of his pet. It was a primal urge. The bruise on her neck made him feral. She belonged to him.

The sloppy sound of sex and muffled moans filled the room as Harry pushed into Y/n deeply with each stroke. He put a hand around her mouth to keep her quiet. She was bent over almost completely down on the desk, one hand keeping herself steady as she was being fucked, her other hand rubbing her pussy. Harry filled her up so nicely, reached deep, and pushed into her walls with his rigid prick until she was shaking and gasping into his palm.

Harry watched his pet as she started to shiver and he felt her tight hole clench as she was just beginning to come. The little H charm on her choker was swaying as he thrust into her, snapping his hips in a few more times before he came undone, his muscles tensed and his cock throbbed as he spilled his seed into his lover.

Y/n’s arm gave out as she pulsed and spasmed around Harry’s thick shaft, his warmth filling her to the brim, his whispered words in her ear, “Need you, pet… fuck I need you, I love you…” making her heart pound in satisfaction. She loved her priest and she loved that he loved her too.

And like nothing had ever happened, Y/n fixed her panties and smoothed her hair and Harry buckled his pants and resituated his robe before going back into the main room to pray with and speak to the members of his parish.

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