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#READING IS SUCH A THRILL DID Y'ALL KNOW ABOUT THIS #i've acquired two books off that queerplatonic ace rep rec list so far and i am. thrilled about it #the first one is not like. Extraordinary haha but i read like two hundred and sixty pages last night and it was enjoyable! #i have to remember that ya fiction is ya fiction sometimes. haha #but!!! ordered another one online (first one is a library book which was SO fulfilling to go grab) and it got here today and i'm SO pumped #reviews online were largely positive + complimented the like. visuals and dark fairy tale feel to it #and while one review said that the prose wasn't that good (i am always looking for writing that is Technically good) #(technically as in like. the technical aspects of it are well done. it's well executed) #i am still excited about the kind of character dynamics it promises me #i'll take some clumsy prose if it gets me platonic intimacy. i swear to god i will #ALSO IT'S ABOUT THE WILD HUNT AND I AM SO OBSESSED WITH THE WILDHUNT #and i was promised nonbinary knight character??? so. new fixation incoming perhaps #only choice now is whether to finish the first one or jump right into the next haha #i have what. less than a hundred pages of not even bones to finish? #i should get through that one haha #apparently it's a trilogy and the qpr comes in later so :rolling_eyes: #we'll see if i'm invested enough #or i'll read the webtoon or smth haha #I FUCKING LOVE THE LIBRARY I CAN REQUEST + HOLD THE NEXT TWO BOOKS #god. using public utilities is such a rush #anyway!!!! excited excited :) #valentine notes

[papercorgiworld]

It started with a book

A Mattheo Riddle love story

Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff!Reader

The reader is a total bookworm and has a crush on Mattheo. For a summary check the request.

Warning: bullying, foul language and kissing

Picture source: https://pin.it/4HBHs0yxy

I’ve never written about a Hufflepuff reader before, I know that’s very Slytherin of me, but I really hope I did justice to our kind and hardworking Hufflepuffs.

I. Books and lifesavers

You were sitting in the quietest corner of the library and had just finished your essay on gillyweed. You reached for your newest novel, happy to finally dig into the book after finishing all your work. You scan the book in every way possible, adoring the illustrations and paper, but when you finally start the first sentence you’re interrupted.

“No, it should be here somewhere. It’s about conjuration, so this section.” You heard Mattheo’s voice explain, before he appeared next to your table looking at the books on the shelves. Your eyes shot up at him, but he was too focused on the books to even notice you. Your eyes immediately dropped back to your book when you saw Draco. “How would you know? You’ve never set foot in this place.” He snarls at his friend. Mattheo just rolls his eyes as his finger moves over the different titles. “Elemental Structure and Duration… Element-” You heard Mattheo mutter to himself and you looked back up from your book, watching him as he focussed on the books. “It’s Theory of Elemental Structure and Duration.” You suddenly blur and get up from your seat. Mattheo and Draco look surprised, like you had shown up out of nowhere. “Eavesdropping are we?” Draco snares and your heart sinks as they both stare at you. “No, I-I just, the book- it’s over here, somewhere.” You stutter as your face reddens. Mattheo throws Draco a dirty look and Draco just raises his eyebrows in defence.

Mattheo watching you stammer.

You quickly turn away from them and take a few steps towards a different bookcase. You panic a bit when you don’t immediately find it, but after a few seconds you spot it. “Here you go.” You hold the book in Mattheo’s direction, who carefully watches you before taking it. “Great, thanks. You’re a lifesaver.” A nervous laugh rolls over your lips as your eyes lock with Mattheo’s, but he quickly turns away and with a small wave they disappear. Yup, the cutest guy at Hogwarts just called me a lifesaver. You can’t help but bite your lip trying to contain your smile. “Well of course she knew where the book was, she looks like she bloody lives in this library.” Draco’s loud voice makes you wish you had kept your mouth shut instead of helping them. I’m such an idiot.

Time skip: a few weeks later.

II. Deadlines and crushes

Mattheo enters the slytherin common room exhausted and ready to blow off some steam. “Astronomy tower anyone?” Theo answers his friend's question by simply raising his hand and reaching for his cigarettes on the table. “Where have you been all day? We’ve been waiting for you?” Blaise questions. “The library. Apparently, I’ve missed three essays this month. Sluggy says that I can make up for it by writing one long one about Felix Felicis. If I miss tomorrow’s deadline, no quidditch for a month.” Draco’s eyes fill with panic. “I bloody hope you’ve finished that essay or you’re not heading up to the astronomy tower.” Blaise laughs at Draco’s dramatics. “Okay there, Matt’s mom.” Mattheo shakes his head. “Don’t worry, I only have to write two more paragraphs but I brought the book with me.” After a moment Mattheo's eyes widened. “The book!”. Without another word he sprints to the library hoping he’ll get there before it closes.

“Urgh.” You groan as you drop your books for the third time since you’d left the library. Clearly there was such a thing as too many books. While picking them up you spot Mattheo running towards the closed door of the library. “Fuck!” He screams with obvious frustration and without a second thought he pulls out his wand and points it at the door. “No! It’s enchanted, you can’t and also they will know.” You startle Mattheo with your sudden interruption and he lowers his wand. “Yeah, well, I don’t care, I really need my book.” When he raises his wand again, you step in front of him. “A book about what?” Even though your heart is racing, there’s something calm about you that has Mattheo surrender. “Felix Felicis.” You feel yourself get all giddy knowing that you have exactly what he needs.

He helps you carry your books as you both make your way to the Hufflepuff common room. “You’re a real nerdy one, aren’t you?” Mattheo asks you somewhat tactlessly. You smile at his bluntness. “I prefer ��book enthusiast’.” He raises his eyebrows, making you laugh. “Nerd.” He sings and you give him a playful push. “Do you still want your book?” You tease and he smiles, adoring you. “Well of course, my apologies dear book enthusiast.” With bright smiles on your faces you enter the Hufflepuff common room, making everyone look up in surprise. There’s some awkward shuffling between you two as you try to take the books he was holding for you. “I’ll be back in a minute.” You leave Mattheo standing in the Hufflepuff common room seriously wondering what you Hufflepuffs were thinking when you decorated the place.

“Tadaah.” You say as you hand him your book on potions. “There’s two chapters on Felix Felicis, Slugghurn advised me to buy this book so you’ll definitely score points using this.” Mattheo’s eyes light up. “You’re again a lifesaver, princes, I won’t forget this.” Princess? And, he remembers me from the library. “I’ll return it to you tomorrow afternoon.” You watch him walk away and when you turn around and spot Cedric you curse yourself for staring like a lovestruck fool. He comes up to you, trying to hide his smile, but failing. “You alright there tomato face?” You force your lips into a line and look up at him. “Yeah, I’m just helping him out by lending him a book, since the library was closed.” He nods pretending to be convinced. “Uhuh, but still watch out, he’s still Mattheo Riddle.” You nod and make your way to your dorm.

III. Acts of love

The next day Mattheo had returned your book and ended up walking you to class, which had you walking on sunshine for the rest of the day, but I didn’t stop there. When he caught you staring during transfiguration you looked away blushing. However, when you looked back up after a moment he was still staring back at you with a sweet smile. When you sink back into your book you hear Mcgonagall. “Mister Riddle, if you could please give your book as much attention as you give your fellow students that would be much appreciated.” Theo, who sat next to Mattheo, couldn’t help but snicker. “That obvious?” Mattheo asked. Theo nodded. “Yes, that obvious.”

Mattheo would hold the door open for you and wink. “Did Riddle just wink at you?” Hermoine frowned. “Uhm, no, I just helped him with a book once… or twice.” Hermoine raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry, who also thought your answer was a bit off.

The next few weeks, he would come over to help you whenever he saw you carry more than three books and walk you to your class or to your common room. It was starting to get obvious to those around you two that something was going on. “Why don’t you just ask her out?” Theo took a long drag from his cigarette and looked at his friend. Mattheo’s first instinct was to play dumb but he knew that was pointless with Theodore. “I’m working up to it.” Mattheo stated and Theo laughed. “I’ve never seen you work this hard in your life.” Mattheo rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but I guess I’ve never had the motivation to work for something like this.” Theo stared at the cigarette in his hand. “Then don’t ever let go of her.” Mattheo swore to take that advice to heart when he nodded.

IV. Bullies and kisses

“This is a library, please just lower your voices a bit.” You had softly asked an overly noisy group when you were studying. They had just laughed and eventually the librarian threw them out because someone else had complained.

You were on your way to the great hall for dinner when you heard some people laugh. “This is a library, please just lower your voices.” One of the noisy guys from earlier mocked you. Panic filled your eyes as you saw two of them walk up to you. “Care to share your notes?” One of them joked and tried to snatch your notebook from your hands, but you held onto it tightly. You tugged hard and took a few steps back trying to get him let go of it. When he looked over your shoulder and noticed that you were close to the stairs he let go of it and you stumbled back, falling a few stairs and hitting your face. You heard people laugh and you felt like half of Hogwarts was there. Your eyes were watery, but only when Ginny came running up to you did the tears start to roll over your cheeks. She wrapped an arm around you, held your stuff and walked you to the great hall.

It was Hermoine’s harsh voice that made Mattheo look up to you. “What happened?” Hermoine almost shouted and Mattheo’s entire demeanour changed when he saw your teary face, but he stayed seated at the slytherin table. When Hermoine made you lower your hand from your face, revealing a bruise on your perfect face, Mattheo felt his heart ache like never before. “That bastard made her fall off the stairs.” Mattheo carefully followed Ginny’s finger and his eyes landed on some snickering low life. You were surrounded by your friends and hadn’t seen Mattheo’s fuming figure get up from his seat and walk towards the door of the great hall.

The two assholes were laughing at your crying, while casually leaning against the door when Mattheo grabbed the one that Ginny had pointed to by the collar and dragged him out of sight, so the professor wouldn’t see what came next. “Picking on Hufflepuffs, that’s your game? Bet you didn’t expect to have me in your face?” Mattheo raged on with eyes full of hatred. Despite the attempts of the second douchebag trying to hold Mattheo back, he managed to punch him. The guy fell to the floor and Mattheo dragged him to nearby stairs. “How about I push you off of these?” Blaise was the one who reached Mattheo first and held him back long enough for the two bullies to leave. “Think about the next quidditch game, mate. If you get caught fighting, you’ll get detention for the whole week.” Mattheo pushed himself free. “Like I care.” Mattheo turned around looking for something or someone to punch. “They took her to madam Pomfrey. Apparently, her wrist was hurting as well.” Enzo spoke softly. “You should go see her.” Blaise urged and Mattheo calmed down, nodding.

Pomfrey had just bantaged your wrist when you spotted Mattheo leaning against the doorframe. He looked a bit pained to you so you immediately thanked Pomfrey and walked over to Mattheo. “You alright?” You asked, making him chuckle. “You’re a weird one, you know that right?” Seeing your confused face he explains himself. “You’re the one in the infirmary, but somehow you’re concerned about me?” A sheepish smile takes over your lips. “You just look a little sad.” He shakes his hand and wraps his arm around you, walking you to your common room. “Don’t worry, I’m fine now. Let’s stop by the kitchens and then settle in that weird looking common room of yours.” You frown and narrow your eyes at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Weird looking?” Mattheo looked at you and fell in love with you even more. Soft, red eyes from crying, a bruise and a bandaged wrist, but still by far the most beautiful person.

“You sure you're alright?” You tilt your head a little as you scan his face, but he just shamelessly continues staring at you. Your cheeks heat up when you notice him lean in. Suddenly all your nerves calm and your hand rests on his chest as your lips meet. He places a hand on the small of your back and pushes you into him. His warmth and strong arms make you relax even more. Your hand sneaks up to the back of his neck, where you carefully play with a few strands of hair. As sweet as he tries to keep the kiss, there’s obvious fire and hunger in it. This has definitely been on his mind as much as it has been on yours.

V. Secrets and good books

You turn the page of your book. “No, wait, I wasn’t finished yet.” You groan and tilt your head to face Mattheo, whose arms are around you, as you both lay in bed. “You’re a slow reader.” He frowns. “No, I’m not, but in case you haven’t noticed there’s a pretty girl in my arms and that’s distracting.” You can’t keep yourself from smiling and blushing. Cheeky bastard, giving me compliments and stuff, so annoying, those damn Slyterins. Reluctantly you turn the page back, but at the same time you lean into him purposely distracting him. His eyes immediately lock with yours and you can’t help but giggle. He rolls over so you’re under him and he starts mercilessly attacking you with kisses, but suddenly you hear something. You push Mattheo off of you. “I hear something, someone’s coming. Quick, hide in here.” Without another thought you push the dark lord’s son into your closet.

Mattheo when he realises a Hufflepuff just forced him into a closet and now he has to listen to Hermione rant about Ron.

“Merlin! Ron’s the worst!” Hermione slams the door open and starts ranting for 10 minutes straight. It takes a lot of work and lame excuses to get her out of your room. When you finally manage to get her out, Mattheo doesn’t waste a second to open the closet door. “Ron is such an ass.” Mattheo says with a ridiculous voice, making you shake your head. “Also, wear this to the party tonight.” He says holding a dress he had found in your closet while he was in there. “Please.” He pouts.

VI. This one’s taken

“Honestly, hiding in a hufflepuff closet from Granger, was a situation I never expected to find myself in.” Mattheo said as he passed the bottle of firewhiskey to Theodore who was still grinning after hearing Mattheo’s story. “How long are you going to keep this a secret?” Mattheo just shrugged, he hadn’t really thought about it. Mattheo hadn’t spotted you at the party, but he knew you were here somewhere so his eyes kept scanning the room for your perfect figure.

Cedric stood next to you when he swung his arm around your neck and leaned in while pointing at a guy he started hanging out with a few weeks ago. “This is Liam.” You smile politely to the guy that Cedric’s pointing at as you continue to gently move with the music. “Nice to meet you.” Cedric lets go of you and his spot is filled by the new guy. Liam is definitely a fun guy, he’s interested in books and gives you tips on ideal reading spots. However, he’s not Mattheo and your eyes can’t help but search for your boyfriend.

“Damn, should we tell Matt?” Draco asks Blaise, oblivious to the fact that Theo and Mattheo are standing behind him. “Tell me what?” Draco’s eyes widen and he curses himself. Blaise points towards you and Liam. “That mcflirty is hanging out with your girl.” Mattheo finally finds you in the crowd and he instantly feels himself boil up. Liam’s hand doesn’t touch you yet but it's hovering over your lower back, while his lips are dangerously close to your face as he’s talking to you. Mattheo feels himself cool down a bit when he sees you take a step away from the guy and lean towards Luna. “Remember what your girl said Riddle, a week of no sex for every punch you throw.” Mattheo rolls his eyes, but then continues to watch you dance in that cute dress he had told you to wear.

When Mattheo hears the music change he downs his drink and walks over to you. You don’t see him approaching since your back is turned towards him, but when you suddenly feel a chest against you and a warm breath in your neck you immediately know it’s him. You tilt your head and he plants a soft kiss on your cheek, while his hands snake around your body. “I think it’s time we stop sneaking around. I would hate it if some guy got the wrong idea.” He whispers into your ear and your eyes shoot up to Liam, who clearly wasn’t pleased. Mattheo on the other hand is very pleased. He pushes his crotch against your ass and his hands move to your hips, while he continues to kiss your neck until you turn to face him and he catches your lips with his.

Hermione’s eyes roll between you and her drink, wondering what she drank to see what she's seeing right now. “I always thought they looked cute together.” Luna blurs. “Wicked.” The Weasley twins sing as they watch your little public make-out. “I’m pretty sure all of Hogwats will know about us by tomorrow.” You say when Mattheo finally releases your lips. He can’t help but smirk when he sees all eyes are on you. “Good. Then let’s go, because I like that dress on you, but princes it’s going to look even better on my bedroom floor.” He spins you around and picks you up, you immediately wrap your legs around him, while kissing him.

Word count: 2950

This was not proofread. If you spotted an error, let me know. Lovies!

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an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

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summary: part 2 of An Ego Thing; one-bed trope, but it's a study room 😏 I hope this brightens your Friday night loves! warnings: language, 18+ NSFW (oral & spicy times) word count: 2k note: I am working on requests but this got so much love and once I thought of the scenario I had to write it immediately! read more of my work here! 💚

“You sure you don’t want to bounce?” Baela asks, shoving her laptop into her bag. 

You had been working with Baela on a project for another class for the past couple of hours. Confined to a study room off the main open space of your university’s library, where you could talk and explore different topics without being disruptive. 

You sigh, looking at the time on your phone.

“ I shouldn’t,” you tell her reluctantly, “I have to get this paper for history in before 11:59.”

“Slacker,” Baela teases, heading for the door.

“Night! Good luck,” she calls, in a hushed whisper as she enters the main room of the library shutting the door behind her. 

You groan, wanting nothing more than to crawl into your bed. You rub your eyes, opening your document for history. Fucking Aemond Targaryen. Can’t have a simple discussion with you and now you have another pointless assignment to finish.

You type away, eager to finish when the door to the study room opens. 

“What’re you doing?” you ask, frowning at the tall man before you.

Aemond smirks.

“I reserved this room.”

“No, I had it reserved,” you argue. 

Aemond raises a brow at your tone. 

“Yeah, your time is up. Two-hour booking window, remember?”

He holds his phone toward you, noting the calendar used to reserve the study spaces. Fucker. 

“Fine.”

You pack your stuff, eager to leave the space now that Aemond appeared. You scout throughout the library but no other rooms are available. You could just sit at a table, but you much prefer the seclusion a study room brings you. 

“There are no other rooms.”

Aemond stares at you, his expression blank. 

“How is that my problem?”

The sound of someone clearing their throat hits you and you turn your head. The librarian motions for you to shut the door. She presses a finger to her lips signaling you are being disruptive. 

You check your phone again, the time slowly creeping closer to midnight. 

“Aemond c’mon,” you say, exasperated. 

He growls, looking away, flexing his fingers before continuing to type. You take that as an okay, shutting the door behind you and plopping yourself back into the seat across from him, taking out your computer.

You sit in silence, the sound of you both typing furiously in the space. Aemond closes his laptop as you begin to cite your references. 

You glance up at him, finding him watching you. You scowl, already annoyed though he has yet to speak. 

“Finished?” he asks, leaning back in his chair.

“Nearly.”

“Library closes soon.”

You look up at him again, nearly rolling your eyes. 

“Then you should stop distracting me.”

He smirks then, perfect lips curling in malcontent.

“I’m distracting you?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.”

You can feel his stare burning into your face as you continue to type before he begins to gather his things. You look up, watching as he packs his stuff. You can’t help but think of what Luke Velaryon said after class. He catches your eye once more, and you look away quickly resuming your typing, cheeks flushing. 

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“My references,” you answer, not daring to look up. 

“Surprised you found any,” he quips. 

You meet his eyes once more.

“My points are extremely valid,” you argue.

Aemond tilts his head to the side. You feel an argument brewing. 

“You know what? I don’t have time for this,” you tell him, closing your laptop. 

You’re nearly finished, you just wanted to look over it once more before submitting it to your professor, but you could do that somewhere else. You shove a notebook into your bag, standing. Aemond follows suit. 

“Whatever,” Aemond says, moving toward the door, backpack slung over his shoulder.

His hand is on the handle of the door, just opening it as you speak. Truly, you can’t seem to help yourself. You antagonize each other. 

“Jerk,” you mutter.

Aemond freezes, the door open half an inch, just allowing you a view of the main room where few students remain. You watch a muscle in Aemond’s jaw twitch before he closes the door, dropping his bag to the ground. His eyes meet yours, a snarl on his face as he grabs your backpack from your hands, tossing it to the floor. 

“Hey!” you tell him, eyes wide before he connects his lips to yours. 

You’re too shocked at first, freezing as his hands find your waist, thumbs caressing the skin of your hips. Your eyelashes flutter as you give into the kiss, bringing your fingers to tangle in his silky hair. It's just as soft as it looks-not like you’ve imagined how it feels between your fingers or anything. You suppress a whimper as Aemond deepens the kiss, tilting his head to the side and exploring your mouth with his tongue. You allow it, shivering with the feeling of his hands on you, at the way he squeezes your hips, pushing you back against the table. 

The table bites into the back of your thighs, and you gasp into Aemond’s mouth before he pulls away slightly. His eyes open, half-lidded as you meet his gaze. 

“You’re infuriating,” he says, in a hoarse whisper. 

It’s becoming difficult to breathe like the room lacks air. 

“And you’re a pain in the ass,” you snarl in response, trying to keep your voice low. 

Aemond kisses you again, harder this time. He brings a hand to hold your jaw and you can’t help a pathetic whine from escaping your lips. He is a good kisser, a great kisser actually. The pouty shape of his mouth fits against your lips perfectly. 

You keep kissing for a moment, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment. 

Shit, your paper. 

You pull away, hands on his chest.

“Maybe we should take Velaryon’s advice then,” Aemond says suddenly before you can catch your bearings. 

You blink in surprise, cheeks flushing. Your eyes drop to his lips as he speaks, nearly bruised from kissing. He takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, as though savoring the taste of yours. 

“You’re serious?” you ask, not believing the words. 

This has to be a trick of some kind. Aemond watches you carefully, with violet and blue eyes, before giving you a curt nod. Your lips part and Aemond’s eyes are drawn to the action. 

“Okay,” you agree, and Aemond pulls you from the table, turning you around. 

Your heart beats wildly.

“Here?” you hiss, back pressed against his chest.

You feel his lips press against your neck, nearly melting all the resistance from your muscles. He trails kisses down your neck, onto your shoulder nipping at your collarbone. 

“Mhmm,” Aemond answers.

You can feel his hands on your leggings, pulling them down toward the floor. Your face is burning, but you’re too excited to feel self-conscious. The anticipation of what is to come, from who you’re doing it with, and from potentially being caught are making your head spin. 

Aemond loops his long fingers through your underwear, pulling them down as well, leaving your bottom half bare. 

“You’ll just have to be quiet,” he tells you, “wouldn’t want the librarian to come snooping.”

You scoff, feeling his hand on your back, bending you over the table. 

“I highly doubt they’ll be anything to be noisy about,” you challenge, preparing to feel him pressing himself into you. 

You’re wet from anticipation, and a quickie with Aemond Targaryen is bound to ease the unfiltered tension between you two. You wait for him, wait to hear the unbuckle of his belt but it doesn’t come. 

You turn your head, looking behind you, and spot Aemond kneeling behind you.

“What are-” you are cut off by the feel of Aemond licking a stripe up your soaking slit. 

You slam a hand over your mouth as his tongue continues its exploration. You can feel his sharp nose pressing into you, feel his tongue curling into your clenching hole. He moans against you, the vibrations causing a whimper to break through your hand. 

Aemond chuckles against you, pulling away slightly.

“You’re all talk,” he whispers, flicking his tongue against your sensitive clit. 

Your eyes roll back in your head at the attention he gives it, thighs trembling. For someone who knows how to talk, you’re now at a loss for words as Aemond continues slurping on your sensitive pussy. You feel your orgasm creeping up on you, a coil winding tighter within your stomach.

“Fuck I’m going to-” you whisper. 

“Cum?” Aemond asks, and you can feel his smirk against your pussy, before he continues to lavish your clit with licks.

“Yes,” you answer, before reaching your peak, finishing on Aemond’s tongue. 

Your cheek rests against the table as you catch your breath as Aemond rises to his feet. 

“Shit,” you whisper, mind hazy. 

“Mhmm,” Aemond answers. 

You hear something tear and look behind you, as Aemond holds a condom in his hands. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“You brought a condom to the library?” you ask.

“I always keep some on me,” he answers, unbuckling his belt.

You roll your eyes, as you watch him take out his cock. Your eyebrows raise at the sight, long and pale, the tip flushed red and already weeping with precum. You watch as he rolls the condom on, unable to stop your mouth from watering. 

“Any other questions?” Aemond asks, bringing your attention back to his face.

You hate the smug look he wears. 

“Just fuck me, Targaryen,” you growl. 

“Will do,” Aemond says, guiding his cock into your center.

You feel his hand on your waist, as his cock splits into you, stretching you out. You bite into your hand trying to stop your moans. Your heart beats erratically, fearful of any noise that comes from the study room. 

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“Shhh,” Aemond says, pulling back and thrusting into you, “you’ve got to be quiet.”

A wave of pleasure washes over you as Aemond continues to roll his hips into yours. Lewd, wet noises fill the space as Aemond fucks you. You can’t believe this is happening, you can’t believe Aemond Targaryen has you bent over a table fucking you. Fucking you as you’ve never been fucked before. 

Small noises escape your mouth, and suddenly your hand is no longer good enough. Aemond brings his hand to your mouth instead, muffling the noises of pleasure that escape. 

“I thought you were a good girl?” he purrs in your ear, continuing his thrusts.

I am, you think as your thighs clench, the table below you squeaking with the movements.

“No,” Aemond answers in a growl as if reading your mind, “good girls listen. Good girls don’t get bent over and fucked in the library. I think you’re a bad, bad girl.”

Warmth spreads through you at his dirty talk.

“Is that true?” he asks, “are you a bad girl, (Y/N)?”

You whimper against his palm, as he continues to pound into you.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles. 

You wish you had enough energy to snap back at him, but his cock has you basically drooling into his hand, so any chance of being witty needs to be saved for a different time. Aemond angles his hips, and suddenly the head of his cock is pressing against the spongy part inside of you that makes you see stars. Your legs tremble and you arch yourself flatter onto the table, pushing your ass into him.

“Fuck, that's good,” he breathes, releasing your mouth, using both hands to hold onto your hips as he jackhammers into you. 

You bite into your wrist, hard enough to draw blood as your second orgasm crashes over you. Tears slide down your cheeks as Aemond chases his release, stifling his groan of pleasure not a moment later. 

You stay conjoined, feeling his cock soften inside of you before he unsheaths himself, discarding the condom into a trashcan. You stay flat, trying to regulate your breathing. 

“Shit!” you hiss suddenly, opening your computer. 

“What?” he softly groans. 

You open your pdf before attaching the file to an email, pressing send to your professor just as the clock hits 11:59. You smile triumphantly, causing Aemond to chuckle.

“Smart ass.”

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Hmm how about a micro with Dieter Bravo and Library AU?

Hi lovely! Thank you for this request. This turned out to be something completely different than what I expected, but... I kind of dig the vibe 🤷🏻‍♀️ I have no good explanation for this, but I hope you find some kind of enjoyment in it!

Dieter Bravo x library AU

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 800 words | warnings: grumpy, booklover!Dieter, librarian!Reader, I honestly don't know what else to say lol, I can't explain what I've written

Dieter Bravo tosses a dogeared paperback onto the check-out counter at the local library and fishes for his wallet somewhere in the depths of his sweatpants.

You take one look at the familiar cover, and blurt out, ‘That’s my favourite book.’

He hums, not particularly interested in your opinion as he hands you his library card, which you’d personally printed out and laminated when the request from the mayor’s office came through a week ago.

At his dismissive air, you grumble under your breath, ‘It’s way better than that dumpster fire of a book that your movie is adapted from.’

That catches his attention.

Skeptical eyebrows ascend from behind his dark sunglasses. ‘Is that right?’

Having checked out the book, you slide it across the desk to him with a faux sweet smile. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know.’

Dieter comes into the library every Thursday, after filming hours. You want to say you don’t understand why he does, but your workplace is one of two spots that’s still open after six o’clock in your tiny little town, the other being the local diner. And you guess there’s only so much drugs you can do in one’s hotel room before that gets boring too.

The next week, he returns your favourite book and surprises you with a question. ‘Got anything else like this one?’

So back and forth you go. He never tells you if he likes the books. He barely grunts two words at you, the sunglasses always firmly on, ringed fingers tapping on the counter impatiently when you beep the bar codes on his card and the book you recommend that week.

You don’t mind. You work at the library for a reason, and it’s not for a love of talking.

The weeks wind down, and soon there are whispers that his movie will wrap soon, in a couple of weeks. You’re not exactly sad, but you’ve liked sharing your favourite books with this man, whose glitzy, high-flying life is so far removed from yours - and yet your eyes have read the same words, your fingertips have traced the same lines of text, and your hands have turned the same pages.

The penultimate Thursday, when Dieter walks up to your counter, you have a book ready for him.

It’s a departure from the established routine - you usually tell him where the book is, and he goes fetch it himself. He doesn’t question you though, and instead, waits for the blurb that you always give him by way of an introduction. When you shrug wordlessly, he arches an eyebrow at you, but he doesn’t probe.

The next Thursday, you’re down with the flu and you call in sick for the day. If you’re honest with yourself, you’re relieved that you won’t see Dieter for the last time. Filming has wrapped, and you know he’s flying out this evening (there are no secrets in a small town).

Your dinner of canned chicken soup is bubbling on the stove when there’s a knock on your door. Swinging it open, you wonder if you’re high on your flu medicine.

Dieter Bravo is standing on your tiny doorstep, which is barely wide enough to accommodate his broad shoulders. He holds the book in one big hand, his ridiculous rings catching the porch lights. Something is off, and it takes you a few more moments to realise why -

He’s not wearing his sunglasses.

Warm brown eyes hold yours as he says more than asks, ‘You wrote this, didn’t you?’

His confident statement steals the breath right out of your parted lips, and you stare back at him, dumbfounded.

Not a single soul knows. You published the book under a pseudonym with a small press on the other side of the country and made enough to cover your costs, which was more than you expected. Covertly, you ordered a copy for the library, and it’s been checked out exactly three times in the last four years. It’s been sitting in its little spot, gathering dust until you took it off the shelf last week on an impulse.

You realise that Dieter is still waiting for your answer, but the words don’t come. The car sitting on the curb honks, and he smiles ruefully before pushing the book into your limp hands, and walks away without looking back.

When the SUV rounds the corner, your gaze drops to the paperback. His eyes have read the same words that you wrote, his fingertips have traced the same lines of text that you know by heart, his hands have turned the same pages you now fan through - 

Something falls out of the book and you just manage to catch it before it flutters out of reach. 

It’s a name card with Dieter’s cell number on one side, and on the other, in precarious handwriting that can only be his -

Wanna make a movie?

#fuckyeah2222sleepover #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo drabble #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you

[ctitan98official]

@sparklingnight02 : Okay but how would the ladies react to the reader taking them on some romantic outing only to get down on one knee and pull out a ring box and ask them to marry them?

Fuck yeah! Love this request. Let’s see what happens… (Also, sorry if you asked me something and I haven’t gotten to it yet. Rest assured it’s coming!)

Alcina:

(Haha, get it? ‘Cause she’s a wine mom?) Y/N, for once, had a big brain moment. They remembered how much Alcina treasured her time as a jazz singer, so they scoured through eBay, Amazon, and creepy old peoples’ yard sales to find recordings of Alcina singing. They got lucky and scored a bootleg live recording of her singing “I’m Beginning to See the Light” by Ella Fitzgerald from a… let’s say interesting acquaintance of Duke’s (This man high key collected ketchup packets. Like, sir. Who hurt you??). Y/N set up a beautiful picnic on the roof of the castle and had the record of Alcina playing for when she walked out. Y/N was already down on one knee and held out a ring that was custom-made just for her (And her giant sausage fingies). Alcina had to immediately bite down the ugly sobs just to tell Y/N how much she loves them and that yes, she would marry them… Then she ugly sobbed. (And damn near caused a tsunami off the side of the castle).

Donna:

Donna loves nature and plants of all kinds. So, Y/N figured the easiest way for them to pop the question would be to take her on a nice stroll through the bountiful trees surrounding Beneviento Manor. Donna also doesn’t like to go out much so this would be a low-stress date for her. Y/N can actually be a clever fuck when they want to be because they banked on the idea that Donna would not need to have Angie to communicate through since it would just be her and Y/N. (Not today, demon doll!) During their walk, the two lovers passed by a particularly beautiful tree. Y/N stopped in front of the tree which confused Donna, before she noticed them getting down on one knee. She brought her hands to her mouth in shock as Y/N asked her to marry them. She couldn’t believe it at first, but she soon found herself saying “Yes” repeatedly to Y/N’s question before they shared a moonlit kiss. (I love that for them. Precious. Much cute. Wow).

Miranda:

Y/N knew that the only way they were going to get Miranda to leave her lab was if they told her that they had made a big scientific breakthrough… However, Miranda knows that Y/N is a complete idiot and fuck-up so she’s immediately suspicious. Y/N led Miranda to a secluded spot where they had set up a nice little picnic with all of Miranda’s favorite foods (Like that yucky-looking soup we saw Miranda, disguised as Mia, making at the beginning of the game). No lie, Miranda was touched when she saw all the effort Y/N went to… but she acted like it was a big waste of her time. Y/N could see the happy glint in her eyes though. After they ate, Y/N stood and took Miranda’s hand before kneeling down on one knee. They slipped a beautiful ring on her finger and asked if she would be their wife. (It was a nice, sensible ring so she could still wear it while she worked… Good job, Y/N!) Miranda almost (ALMOST!) teared-up at Y/N’s heartfelt proposal… but she cleared her throat, rolled her eyes and said “Fine”… She cried about it in the bathroom later while Y/N was asleep tho XD

Bela:

Haha, she gay… Anyway. Y/N called Bela into the library where they laid out a trail of rose petals for her to follow. She eventually found Y/N in their favorite place to read by the window. Y/N was sitting and holding Bela’s favorite book (I dunno, Wuthering Heights or some romantic shit like that). They gently patted the spot next to them with a shit-eating grin and Bela laughed softly while she sat down to join them. Bela read a few pages out loud to Y/N, but when she turned one particular page over, a ring fell out onto her lap. She was very confused, but Y/N grabbed it before getting down on one knee and asking her to marry them… Alarming amounts of makeup (Eyeliner? Mascara, I guess? I don’t really know anything about makeup lol) started rolling down her cheeks as she sobbed out “Yes”. Y/N was so happy that they immediately kissed her and nuzzled her face… effectively coating themself in Bela’s soggy makeup… eww.

Cassandra:

This proposal scenario is decidedly less romantic than all of the others (Also, Y/N didn’t take her on a date first…) Y/N has actually asked Cass to marry them no less than 10 times since they began dating (She always says no XD). They just love her so much and she gives the best hugs when Y/N’s upset (Kinda like a murderous, sadistic teddy bear). They want to be around her constantly… And honestly, that’s probably for the best. Y/N tends to get into a lot of chaos when Cass isn’t supervising them… Maybe she should put 'em on a leash 😏 One day, Y/N decides that they simply cannot live another day without Cass being married (or at least engaged) to them. From the moment they wake up they keep asking Cass over and over to marry them. Nonstop. At hyper speed. Cass finally has enough and just gives in out of frustration… Like I said. Not very romantic, but it got the job done.

Daniela:

Y/N could tell Dani was dropping mad hints that she wanted to get married. Like this one: “Baby! Look at this! Duke has engagement rings on sale! Which one do you think would look good on me?”… Subtlety isn’t her specialty, folks. Y/N also knew that Dani wasn’t going to let them off easy with just some basic proposal either. I am convinced she is the type to want a grand romantic gesture. Y/N decided to propose by serenading her one night outside of her window. (In full aristocratic clothing that Dani loves in those stupid romance novels. smh). Armed only with a guitar, Y/N sang her a love song (Whatever song you hc personally). Yes, their singing sucked and they forgot a bunch of the words, but Dani was too busy trying to do her hair and put on makeup while Y/N was singing to listen much anyway… This was her night and she was going to look fucking fabulous, okay?! She came out to listen to the end of the song on her balcony before swarming down to join Y/N on the ground. She was pretty much already sobbing when she saw Y/N get down on one knee and hold out a ring (It was the one that she said she liked best when she tried it on at Duke’s)… A lot of, ahem, appreciation was expressed that night.

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #cassandra dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

[vsenyatargaryen]

Lessons Learnt (3)

A/N; I felt like these two requests would work well together! Daemon’s a strict teacher 🫠 this can be read as a stand alone part

Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader

Warnings; spanking (using a belt), dom!daemon, swearing, teasing, rough s3x, orgasm denial, mentions blood

previous part

“How do you say ‘king’ in Valyrian?” Daemon sat opposite you at a table in the library, boot clad feet casually resting on the wooden surface as he began testing you on your knowledge of the ancient language.

The library was empty other than the two of you, the gentle light from the candles giving a somewhat calming ambience. Though, you doubted that calmness would last long.

“Dāria?” you asked.

With a click of his tongue, your husband shook his head disapprovingly.

You paused for a moment, then rallied off another word you remember reading, hoping it was the right answer.

“On your feet, ābrazȳrys,” [wife] Daemon ordered as he stood up himself.

You quickly obeyed him, watching with bated breath as he placed his sword on the table before unbuckling his belt and walking around the table to you.

The mixture of anticipation and nerves started to consume you when Daemon knocked your chair out of the way and came up behind you, his presence dominant.

“I’d hate to do this, but you’re giving me no choice,” he said, before kicking your feet apart and pushing you down front-first onto the table.

Liar.

You knew he loved punishing you. He thrived off the control he had, especially over your body, how he could so easily inflict pain and pleasure however he wished.

“What - what if the Maester comes in here?” You whimpered at the feel of cool air against your skin as he lifted up the skirts of your dress, fully exposing you to him.

You could practically hear his smirk as he spoke, one hand roaming the curves of your ass, “then that cunt will have the perfect image seared into his mind whenever he needs help getting his cock wet.”

“Fuck!” You screamed when his leather belt suddenly came down like a whip against your ass, your nails scraping against the table surface as your body jolted forward and you tried to hold onto anything to steady yourself.

The cheeks of your ass were throbbing, and you had to bite your lip to hold off the welling tears, not wanting to give him that satisfaction. It was too early for that.

“Ñuhor līr gūrēnna,” he spoke effortlessly, “what does that mean?”

You let out a steady breath, trying to focus. “I will take what is mine,” you answered, more confident this time.

“Good girl.” Daemon hummed in reply, bringing his hand around your front and in between your thighs.

“Ñuhor līr gūrēnna,” he repeated with more feeling, his calloused fingers reaching to stroke at your clit.

You let your head lull forward, relishing in the sensation you felt from his touch. Daemon’s smooth voice and the meaning behind his words only added to the bliss already building inside you, and you knew this lesson would be a memorable one.

The next few words and phrases he questioned you on were some of the first you’d learnt, and you were quickly coming to appreciate the number of old, dusty books you'd searched through while you’d be teaching yourself, relaying the answers to Daemon with ease.

The prince rewarded you for your efforts. His fingers circled eagerly against your clit and through your folds, teasing at your entrance, your wetness aiding him as he kept his chest pressed against your back, lips trailing down the side of your neck.

“Daemon- “ you moaned, pinned beneath him and lost in pleasure. You were completely at his mercy.

“How do you say ‘blood of the dragon’?” He whispered before nipping at the shell of your ear.

“Zaldrīzo… fuck,” you cursed, your mind hazy from Daemon’s touch. “ Zaldrīzo ānogar,” you corrected, but Daemon pulled away anyway, leaving you breathless.

You were about to lift your head to look over your shoulder when he punished you with a sharp slap with his belt, making you cry out in pain and you stamped your foot in defiance.

“I knew that one!”

“You were too slow,” Daemon tutted, giving you another crack of his belt.

“Hobroti jās!” [fuck off] you broke down into a quiet sob, the tears starting to roll down your cheeks as you let your forehead dropped into your hands.

Your ass felt like it was on fire, the pain all consuming as the words ‘zaldrīzo ānogar’ replayed in your mind - almost mockingly.

Daemon Targaryen definitely had the blood of the dragon inside him.

Your reaction only made your husband burst into laughter.

“You learnt that easily enough,” he quipped, the sound of clothes rustling behind you that followed reignited the throbbing arousal between your thighs, but hardly eased the pain.

“Ñuha dārilaros, kostilus,”[my prince, please] you sniffled.

“Shh, dōna riña. [sweet girl] My good little whore,” Daemon soothed, one hand coming up to hold the back of your neck as he ran the head of his cock between your lower lips, teasing back and forth before pushing inside of you.

“Gods-” you sighed, letting your eyes fall shut as you lost yourself in the feel of him. No matter how many times you’d been with him, it was always the greatest feeling in the world.

He started a slow, purposeful rhythm, making sure you took in every inch of him. You were like a puppet on a string, completely under his control. He would never grow tired of it. Never grow tired of you.

The usual silence of the library was replaced by the sounds of wet sex and the constant creaking of the table beneath you as your bodies met, your needy moans bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck- fuck-” you cried, his thrusts becoming erratic as he kept you pinned beneath his hold, ensuring all that you could feel was him.

“Do not cum until I say.”

“Daemon- please,” you tried to reason, feeling that familiar warmth inside you close to breaking point. You weren’t sure if you could hold off at all.

“Do. Not,” he warned, voice dark and wrecked with lust.

Seven hells.

You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, the metalic taste unfamiliar on your tongue as every snap of his hips against you became a pleasured act of torture. He fucked you to reach his own release, his cock throbbing inside you while he came.

“Ivestragī jikagon, ābrazȳrys,” [let go, wife] he demanded after a moment (that felt like a lifetime) had passed, cock still deep inside you. You didn’t need telling twice. You came hard around him, legs shaking as a hoarse cry left your throat.

You were still breathless when Daemon took hold of your jaw and tilted your head so he could kiss you, smearing the blood across your lips like he couldn’t get enough of it. It ignited something feral inside of you and you reached for the back of his head, tugging at his long silver hair to keep him close.

“Fucking whore,” he smirked against your mouth and you could feel his cock twitching against your walls as he started growing hard again.

“Avy jorrāelan,” you murmured, a knowing smile on your lips. Surely that would earn you some extra reward.

“Hm, that’s not something I’ve ever had to say in Valyrian,” he admitted with amusement in his voice, before he grew more serious, “Avy jorrāelan, ñuha ābrazȳrys.” [I love you, my wife]

prompt found here

divider cr, straywords

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen smut #hotd fanfic #happynerdwrites

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Library of Ashes

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason takes an interest in the family business (Gotham’s oldest library) when he stumbles upon a secret collection of journals, photo albums, and a book written by his mother.

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Kate Kane, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Lonnie Machin, Original Character(s)

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Library AU, No Capes AU, World Travel, Jason Todd-centric, Third Person POV, Hurt Jason Todd, Jason Todd Has Issues, Angst, Mystery, Mentioned Catherine Todd, Mentioned Willis Todd, Mentioned Sheila Haywood, Claustrophobic Jason Todd

Chapter Four: Honey Bug

“Is now a bad time to tell you I’m claustrophobic? Over,” Jason half-joked over the walkies as he crawled through the attic.

“Jason, please say you’re joking. Over,” Kate replied.

Jason's heart pounded as he laughed it off. "Yeah, I'm alright, though. As long as I can-. What the fuck?" Jason whispered as he saw a stack of boxes by the HVAC system.

"What happened?" Kate asked.

Jason stuck his hand out and reached between the boxes. "The HVAC is fine. Somebody's been using the attic as a storage space. Can you help me take some of these back to the apartment? Over," Jason asked as he grabbed one of the boxes and dragged it closer. "Okay. How many boxes are there? Over," Kate replied.

"Enough to make me think someone lived up here… Here. I'm on my way with the first one, and I need to get some air," Jason replied. Jason couldn't stay up there long but had to clear the boxes.

He gave Kate the box and stuck his head out to breathe. "Fuck," Jason panted. He shut his eyes and fought the urge to panic. "Okay… Alright. Let me see if I can push two at a time." Jason did that for the next half hour until the boxes were cleared out, and he rushed down the ladder where he sat in the hallway, surrounded by boxes. His hands shook, and he lay against one of the boxes, reaching upward to feel the cool air.

"You good?" Kate asked. Jason shook his head.

That time in the crawl space wiped him out. "I haven't done that in forever… Hold on. Let me see one of those boxes," Jason requested as Kate opened one with a box cutter and slid it to him. He pulled an old sketchbook out of the box and flipped through it. A loose paper slipped out of the book, and Jason picked it up.

"It’s a love letter from World War I,” Jason whispered. Jason skimmed the letter and set it aside, grabbing the engagement ring hanging from his neck.

“Jason-.”

“I had a sort of-. I had a religious awakening when I was with Naa… I um… I guess I still am,” Jason interrupted. He didn’t want Kate to ask if he was okay. It was the last thing he wanted to hear.

“What was in the letter?” Kate asked.

“He talked about her and how thinking about their life together got him through the war… He was looking forward to seeing her and starting a family,” Jason replied, “It made me think about Naa and how I-. We. We wanted kids and a house built from the ground up. I drew up designs and everything.”

“Do you-? Do you have any pictures of her?” Kate asked. Jason smiled and nodded as he pulled out his phone.

He showed a picture of himself and his fiancee sitting in a hospital hallway. She held his head to her chest, playfully pouting. She wore the engagement ring from Jason’s neck on her finger. “This is Sanaa, the day I proposed. Everything went wrong that day… Someone’s dog got off its leash and bit me. We spent half the afternoon in the emergency room waiting for a tetanus shot… And I got so frustrated that I proposed in the middle of my shot,” Jason chuckled.

“Well… Sounds like something went right,” Kate smiled, “She’s pretty.”

“Beautiful,” Jason whispered as he swiped to the next picture. “This is her with her mom. We did everything together. The three of us.”

“Why didn’t you stay?” Kate asked.

“She already lost Sanaa. She didn’t need two ghosts,” Jason answered as he put his phone away. “We should figure out who these journals and letters belong to. If we can’t find the owners, we should hand some of these journals to the museum.”

Kate picked up the letter and nodded. “We could make an announcement,” Kate replied. Jason nodded as he dug through the box and skimmed the other items. “We’re gonna be here a while… You wanna order some food?”

“I bought groceries, so I’ll cook,” Jason whispered, “And label the boxes by decades and families. We’ll do one box at a time.”

*

Kate fell asleep while Jason ate leftovers and rummaged through the boxes. He opened a handbound book and stared at the author’s initials. “Okay, CJ… What do you have for me? Fiction or nonfiction?” Jason whispered as he flipped through the pages.

“I took him to the same strawberry patches I went to as a girl. He laughs. His stained, sticky cheeks were sweet with honey and juices from berries. He makes me remember my baby. He feels like he's mine,” Jason read aloud. He swallowed hard as the image flooded his mind. He’d been to a strawberry patch before, but it was so long ago it felt like a dream. “I sat on the counter talking to his father while he bathed our precious boy. I didn’t know the sullen man could be that gentle. The way he held Jason’s little hands-.” Jason dropped the book, startling Kate awake. He sharply inhaled through his nose.

“What happened?” Kate questioned.

“I was maybe three years old when my mother took me to a strawberry patch. The memories are fuzzy, but I remember her-.” Jason choked back tears. “I remember her holding me. I remember my father scrubbing berry juice from my hands… And she wrote-.”

“She wrote the book you dropped, right?” Kate interrupted.

“But that’s not right. My mom said-.” Kate reached for the book, and he snatched it. “Never mind what she said… Actually, it’s late. You should go home.”

Kate shook her head. “Something’s wrong,” Kate replied. Jason shook his head. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m fine… Go home,” Jason smiled, “Home… Go home and get some sleep.” Kate left Jason alone, and he cursed under his breath. Jason stepped into the kitchen and poured himself a drink.

“What the hell do you mean, Mom?” Jason whispered as he held the cold glass to his forehead. “You gonna haunt me too?”

“Jason’s angry with Willis for an argument he isn’t old enough to understand. Willis spent his last twenty dollars on a singing light-up worm toy to compensate for my mistake. I accidentally destroyed his blankie, and Willis took the fall. Willis even stayed up all night, sitting at the edge of the bed, trying to earn his way back into Jason’s little heart. Insistence was an understatement. Willis demanded that I let him take the blame. It was probably due to my lack of blood ties to Jason. Jason started calling me mommy recently. Not Caty. Mommy,” Jason read. He downed his drink and poured another glass.

“What the hell are you saying?” Jason mumbled.

#fic #batfam #library of ashes fic #Jason Todd #Kate Kane #Barbara Gordon #Dick Grayson #Bruce Wayne #Tim Drake #Stephanie Brown #Lonnie Machin #Original Character(s) #Jason Todd/Original Character(s) #Library AU #No Capes AU #World Travel #Jason Todd-centric #Third Person POV #Hurt Jason Todd #Jason Todd Has Issues #Angst #Mystery #Mentioned Catherine Todd #Mentioned Willis Todd #Mentioned Sheila Haywood #Claustrophobic Jason Todd

[fandom-puff]

Being married to Anthony Bridgerton would include…

Requested by: Anon

Warnings: smut towards the end including breeding kink, praise, degradation, semi-public references. Set in the early 1800s

Gif creds to owner

At first you worry that he mightn’t be as good a husband as he was a gentleman-caller

He does have somewhat of a reputation as a rake

But he proves to be an amazing husband, utterly devoted to you.

As the heir to his family, he lavishes all sorts of gifts and treats on you, from custom made gowns to small pieces of delicate jewellery, cakes and sweets to special edition books

He lets his mother keep Bridgerton House as most of his siblings (with the exception of Daphne) still live there

Instead, you take up residence just outside the city, in a beautiful house with plenty of garden space

Basically, you want for nothing, because Anthony spoils you rotten.

He helps you get ready for events, clasping your necklaces, suggesting which gloves to go with your gown etc

And when you’re out he’ll have you hold onto his elbow, or have his hand on your back

And when no one’s looking (not even lady Whistledown) he’ll slip it lower down than is proper

Calls you Sweetling 🥺

Forehead kisses

Kisses your knuckles like a proper gent

Will dance with you

Especially if some baron or other is eyeing you up across the ballroom

Smut below

Has a breeding kink sorry I don’t make the rules

Violet can definitely rely on you two for grandchildren

There’s probably very few places in your house that he hasn’t taken you

Turns out his desk is the perfect height to bend you over

Loves leaving lots of hickeys on your skin, and watches bemusedly as you try to adjust your clothing or jewellery to cover them the next day

You have sex frequently, often a few times a week

Is a very hands-on lover, grasping and groping your body

Manhandles you in the bedroom 🥰

Innocence and corruption kink 🤤

“I think you’re about to come on my fingers, little one… good girl, make a mess on my hand…”

That silk cravat can and will get shoved in your mouth to keep you quiet, or bind your wrists together behind your back as he fucks you into the mattress OR blindfolds you so you’re extra sensitive to every little touch

Loves making you ride him, especially because you’re a little unsure of yourself and he gets to guide you

Tucks you up next to him afterwards, kissing your forehead etc

Unless it’s been a quick one in the library

Then you just need to hope that your petticoats catch his come as it runs down your thighs…

Tags: @once-upon-an-imagine @imsearchingforclarity

@pinkandblueblurbs think you’ll like this too queen xx

#anthony bridgerton x you #Anthony bridgerton x reader #Anthony bridgerton smut #Anthony bridgerton hc #Anthony Bridgerton headcanons #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton hcs

[inhuman-obey-me]

Excuse me! it’s just me, this blog’s stalker because your works amazing. I kinda am in love with your demon’s nature series. I if I could request something. Could you possible do MC seeing the brothers do something that is “demonic”. Similar to what happens in the series. Thank you!!!!

Hello!! Haha, thank you -- we’re so glad you like our content! ;u;

And I’m glad that you enjoy the Demon’s Nature series! It’s been a lot of fun to write.

Sorry this took a bit! I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be something with one of the brothers or all of them, so I ended up doing little short blurbs for each of the brothers and MC accidentally catching them doing something demonic/violent. Tried to keep them all pretty short, which was hard.

[Mod Cosmos]

MC accidentally catching the Demon Brothers being Demonic/Violent

content warning: blood/gore, body horror (especially in Beel’s), and general violence

Note: This is through the perspective of an MC that knows that the demons do their thing, but perhaps doesn't want to see it happening in front of them.

LUCIFER

You were supposed to go shopping together after meetings for the day were finished, and he had told you to just wait an additional thirty minutes so that he could finish up some business. Thirty minutes passed, but there was still no word from him, so you decide you’ll go and see what was holding that workaholic up. You soon realize that was a mistake.

You hear muffled cries, and a familiar deep voice. Cautiously, you approach the source of these sounds -- a room located off a dark corridor. You didn’t think there were any classrooms here, and your curiosity got the better of you -- so you approach the door, peeking through the crack. You recognize the intimidating silhouette and --- there’s blood. There was another figure in the room, their body limp on the ground in a puddle of red, the mighty first-born’s claws tearing through flesh. A loss of balance in your surprise results in you tumbling into the room, earning a sharp turn from Lucifer, whose crimson eyes were wide in surprise. His wings spread out to try and shield the unsavory scene from you.

“MC, you were supposed to wait for me.” His voice is stern, but there’s a gentleness to it. He sees the queasy look on your face, and decides he can put this torment to an end. With a swift motion, he fully blocks your line of sight before slitting the lesser demon’s throat. He then turns back to you, lightly embracing your body with black feathers. His voice is soft as he did not want to frighten you. “I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to see that. Let’s get you home, shall we? I’ll make you some tea.”

MAMMON

It had just been a scratch. A low-level demon had taken a swipe at you in passing, but hadn’t been able to cut too deep. Mammon insisted he was just running off to get a bandaid after you insisted he didn’t need to go after the other demon. He said that he’d be right back--”I’m just gettin’ a bandage, I swear!”-- and told you not to move an inch. But this bandage quest was taking longer than it should have, so you go after him, pressing a loose cloth against your wound. And there he was, having cornered the offending demon. He seems to be staking the demon in the arm with a sharp metal object, speaking in a tongue you couldn’t understand.

You hadn’t even realized you had dropped the Majolish bag from your hand, not until it hit the ground with a thud and Mammon whipped around to see you there. A flash of guilt appears on his features, his eyes going between you and the lowly demon. He drops them, though he can’t resist one more swift kick to their chest before running back to you.

“I told ya I’d be right back!” He’s about to cup your face in his hands, but retracts them as he realizes they’re covered in blood. “Uh, okay, let’s go get that,” he motions to your injury, “...taken care of, yeah?” He mumbles a sorry as he picks up the bag you dropped before ushering you away from the scene, promising he’d do whatever he needed to do to make up for having to witness it.

LEVIATHAN

You’re browsing games at a shop, having tagged along with Leviathan who had been raving about a new release. At one point, however, Leviathan had vanished from your side. You now realize it’s been … quite some time, actually. You wander about the store, unable to find him anywhere. Did he step outside? You decide to check, missing the anxious glance from the clerk behind the counter.

You hear some sounds from the alley by the shop. Is that … someone choking? Worried, you round the corner to make sure whoever it was is okay -- only to see the one doing the strangling was Leviathan himself. He had his tail tightly wrapped around the other demon’s throat, and … what, what was that inky substance leaking from their eyes? Leviathan caught your shadow against the alley wall, turning to you with a slightly panicked look.

“M-MC!” His tail quickly slithered off and away from the demon’s throat, leaving them to collapse to the ground. He’s suddenly at your side, hands on your shoulders as he turns you around and makes you walk out of the alley with him, murmuring something about how the venom will take care of the rest. “S-sorry about that, MC. You look a little sick … let’s get that game and go home and play, okay?”

SATAN

You had been ambling through an aisle in the grand Royal Library, wondering what random book you should pick up next to flip through idly. Satan had wanted to spend a quiet day reading and studying together, to which you readily obliged. But it was easy to forget just how large the Royal Library was -- what floor were you on again? -- and you wonder if you should head back to where the two of you had set up. Then you suddenly hear a distant crash. It seemed to be coming from one of the meeting rooms at the back, and you couldn’t help but want to take a peek to see what had happened.

“Fuck you!” You knew that voice, and you knew that anger. There was a muffled yell, and what sounded like shattering glass. Then there’s a chilling, mocking laughter, and you can feel the goosebumps starting to cover your skin. You nervously approach the slightly ajar door, and there he is, his tail impaling another demon with its sharp ridges. Oh, there is fury burning in those eyes -- ones that shift to land on you, and that glowing fury is replaced with exasperation.

“MC!” Your name comes out as a hiss, but he quickly tosses the other demon, slamming them into the wall. “You…” He’s unsure what to say, his wrath calming at the sight of you, especially with that look on your face. “I … I’m sorry, I just had to take care of something. Please, let’s go. We can talk about this later.”

ASMODEUS

The music is loud, the drinks are pouring, and you’re having an absolutely wonderful night out clubbing with Asmodeus. You were returning from the bar with two drinks in hand for the both of you, thanking one of the security guards on your way for managing the crowd of fans that had now dispersed, only to find that Asmodeus was not to be found at your table. He had left a note-- “BRB! ♡”--with lipstick on a napkin. You waited, sipping your drink as you demon watched from your seat. Some time passes, and you realize you’ve finished your drink a bit more quickly than intended. There’s still no sign of him, so you might as well go get another.

On the way to the bar, however, you pass by what you assumed was the hall to the restrooms, and you hear a desperate “I’m sorry!” cutting through the heavy bass. Should you be concerned? Well, you decide to at least be nosy, so you slip into the hall to see what was going on -- and are met with the sight of Asmodeus holding a heart he had carved out of some poor demon’s chest. In your shock, your empty glass slips through your fingers and crashes to the floor, earning your demon’s attention.

“Oh, MC!” Despite his surprise to see you, he gives you a smile -- one that gives you chills as you see blood spattered on his face. “Ah, what a mess…” He lets the lesser demon slide to the floor, debating on what to do with the organ in hand, but hides it behind his back for now, coming over to place a quick kiss on your cheek. “Sorry about that, darling. I’m just going to go clean up, so wait for me at the table, ‘kay?”

BEELZEBUB

You had agreed to go with him to Madame Scream’s after finishing up classes for the day, but he was running late. He’s not picking up any calls, either, so you decide to go to where his last class would have been -- maybe they were just running way over, and he hadn’t realized the time? The hall is quiet, and you end up reaching an empty classroom. Walking back out, you decide to try calling him again. Ring, ring. After a moment, you realize you can hear Beelzebub’s ringtone in the distance, and you follow your ears to where his D.D.D. and ultimately he himself must be.

You weren’t prepared for what you saw next. A head of bright orange hair buried in a lesser demon’s abdomen, the sound of squelching and slurping from his feasting sounding so much more insidious than usual.

“Beel!” You can’t help but cry out his name in shock, which causes him to jolt upright -- with intestines still hanging from his mouth. Oh, you were going to be sick …

“MC … sorry, Lucifer always says I need to work on my table manners … “ He gulps down what was left hanging, but his eyes widen when it registers just who caught him in the act. “Oh, uh, guess that’s not the point, huh … “ He sheepishly wipes at his mouth with some torn cloth that you can only assume came from his victim, standing up and walking around to block your view of the mangled body. “I’ll clean this up, and then … well, we can do whatever you want to do. Sorry, MC …”

BELPHEGOR

You’re looking around for where Belphegor could possibly be napping. Beelzebub had to go to Fangol practice and asked that you make sure his twin got home, as he had seemed even more tired today than usual. He’s not in the Western Courtyard, so you head to the Southern Courtyard next. You think you remember him saying that was one of his favorite spots…

You perk up as you spot the ever-familiar cow patterned pillow, but you fail to see the demon that was usually attached to it. Peering around the area, worry starts to set in -- and then you hear a scream. It certainly didn’t belong to Belphegor, but the gears in your mind start turning and you run to where the scream came from. Of course, no one else was around here -- it wasn’t the busiest area on campus in the first place. Turning a corner, you see just what you feared -- Belphegor had his claws at another demon’s throat, his barbed tail wrapped around their body and squeezing them tight. You feel weak, the scenario a bit too close for comfort as you recall what he had done to you in the past.

“MC?” Belphegor turned to see you, his eyes wide. He must have sensed your presence at some point, or maybe your heart was pounding much louder than you realized. He drops the other demon, growling something you can’t make out to them, and then slowly approaches you. He sees you tense up, causing him to stop in his tracks. He averts his gaze, not wanting to meet your eyes as he tries to figure out what to say. “I just … had to deal with something. You … you can head on home first, if you want. I understand.”

#obey-mes-treasure #obey me #obey me! #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #gn!reader #gn!mc #demons being demons #the all encompassing [mod] cosmos #ask and ye shall be answered

[nightowlfandom]

Ayato Sakamaki- My Only Human

HEY HEY!!

ANON ASKS

Can I make a request from your x -rated prompts. 36, 40, 57 , With Ayato Sakamaki. >.< if you can.

Idea: Maybe the reader, catches a student at the night school flirting and touching him, but when she thought he would shove her off, he doesn't. She gets super mad at him and doesnt talk to him the rest of the day until he comes in her room after school demanding to the what the readers problem is, and it leads to some rough sexy time??

If you cant thats fine >.<

If YoU CaN’t ThAt’s FiNe, PSSSSHH I GOT THIS 

36- That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy.

40- How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me!

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

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Leggo!!

...

“Yui, question.” you walked through the halls with your favorite adoptive-cousin. 

“Y/N, Answer!” she giggled in reply. “What’s up?”

“I needed help! Me and this math thing is not a thing.” you glared down at your folder.

“18, 42, 6.9 and X=17.” she instantly filled in the blanks to the questions you hadn’t answered.

“Have I ever told you I loved you?” you faked crying.

“Only always.” she shrugged. “I see the boys beat us here.” she mused, noticing the Sakamaki AND the Mukami brothers in the respective groups by the lockers, right across from each-other.

“Always beating us here, but never offering to drop us off...assholes.”

“Aren’t you the one insisting on Ayato and you arriving at different times?” she raised a brow as you two slowed down in pace.

“I told it it would be better if I arrived a little bit after him after his gaggling fans dispersed.” you half-shrugged. “The last thing I need are his fangirls trying me.” you rolled your eyes.

“Like that girl flirting with Ayato?”

“Exactly...Wait WHAT?” 

Yui pointed in the direction of the Sakamaki brothers. A girl was standing in front of him. Holding her books to her chest with one hand while twirling strands of her hair in another. 

“Julia.” you growled. “She always does this!” you motioned to how ridiculous it was that she always flirted with one of the Sakamaki brothers. Especially the one that was TAKEN!

“Ayato won’t let her even touch him!” Yui tried to console you. 

“You know what, you’re right.” you smiled a little. Everyone knew you two were an item. She wouldn’t dare.

“He loves you and he wouldn’t let her-”

You two watched as Ayato put on a flirtatious smile, crossing his arms in amusement as he leaned against the lockers.

“Maybe he won’t even entertain-”

Julia trailed a finger up his arm, laughing like a hyena.

“Maybe he’ll embarrass her?”

You watched as he took her hand, raised it to his mouth and gave her knuckles a short peck.

“Maybe-”

“Yui I love you, but I’ma need you to stop talking.” your voice kinda cracked. 

You had transferred from day school to night school for him. You had transferred SCHOOLS for him. You dealt with the burden of having to take care of a human girl who was allergic to her own skin (you loved Yui to bits, but damnit if she didn’t get you into trouble all the time) on some days along with dealing with a bunch of perverted, self-important, assholes for him...so why..WHY was he responding to Julia....like he was single.

“I’m going class.” you grumbled. “See you later.”

“Y/N WAIT!” 

...(Meanwhile)

Ayato needed to pass his English Lit. Class project, so of course when that Julia girl offered to type his report for him, he couldn’t say no. He had to pretend he wasn’t disgusted by her if he was going to remain in the top 5% of people with an actual brain. Fuck being like the other students.

“Y/N WAIT!” 

“That sounded like Yui.” Reiji commented. They were surprised to see you bolted down the hallway at full speed with Yui on your tail. She skid to a stop to glare at Ayato.

“You’ve really done it this time.” was all she said before she ran off. “Y/N!! COME BACK!”

“Smooth move, moron.” Yuma called from the other side. “Looks like I get to play knight in shining armor.” he winked.

“Ayato~” Julia got his attention, “make sure to meet me in the library so I can give you your essay.”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Ayato watched at Yui chased you down the hall.

... (Lunchtime/Free Period)

You sat in the courtyard, sadly staring at a sketchbook page You liked to paint or draw school life in the quad. You had started with a sketch of the Sakamaki brothers, but it didn’t feel right.

You’d probably get in trouble, but you just had to draw Yuma Mukami who was sitting by the fountain. You looked up every so often, hoping he didn’t see you. 

“Y/N!” You heard. You turned your head to the side to see Ayato sitting with his brothers. “COME OVER HERE.”

Wordlessly, you grabbed your sketchbook...only to walk to the other side of the quad. You sat at another table, focusing back on your artwork.

“Hey...”A shadow was cast over your work.

“Do you mind?” you grumbled. “You’re blocking my light source.”

“Hm, I was just thinking you’d wanna see the reference up close.”

Your head darted up to see Yuma, standing in front of you. “May I sit.”

“Do whatever you want.” you grumbled. “I don’t care.”

Ayato watched from the other side of the court yard as that smug playful bastard took your sketchbook from in front of you and began flipping through it. Why hadn’t you sat with him today?? That Mukami dickwad had better not touch you.

He watched as Yuma flirted with you, and thankfully you didn’t seem to fall for his charms. Though that half smile you gave when he gave you a flower that had been growing nearby was enough to make him angry. 

“AYATOOOO~” Julia practically threw herself into the spot where you usually sat when you sat with him. “I finished your report!”

“Great. Sure, whatever.” he glared potholes at Yuma.

“So...do you wanna eat lunch together?”

“That’s nice, Maria.”

“It’s Julia...”

“Sure whatever.”

(Meanwhile)

“There’s that smile.” he winked as you looked at the flower. 

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Also, next time you draw me...let’s have it be a nude painting huh?” He winked, getting up.

“Gross.” you scoffed, standing up yourself. “See you in Biology.” you cringed.

“Y/N!” you heard Ayato’s voice call again. Just ignore him...(Read more below the break)

... (Smut warning)

When you got home, you locked yourself in your room. You had told Yui to not bother trying to make you feel better, because it wouldn’t work. You had just finished your homework when-

“Y/N! LET ME IN!” Ayato angrily knocked at the door. When he didn’t hear anything back, he decided that the window would have to suffice. “FINE! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.”

“Oh shit!” you began to run towards the window, hoping to shut it when Ayato practically appeared out of nowhere with a frown on his face.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he glowered. When you didn’t answer, he grew more agitated. “Y/N, Don’t make me ask again.” Still nothing. “Y/N, You have three seconds to tell me-”

“Why don’t you ask Julia!” you finally snapped. “You sure seem to like flirting with HER.”

“What? I’d never flirt with that disgusting-”

“SO KISSING HER HAND THIS MORNING WASN’T FLIRTING! Yui and I saw you! She touched your arm and you didn’t even move!” you accused. 

“Y/N, let me explain!”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO! You don’t love me anymore!” you pointed. “So go be with her! Go flirt with her! Go and spend time with her because that all you seemed to be interested in doing today!”

Ayato gasped, he finally realized what Yui had been talking about when she said ‘You really done it this time.’ He hadn’t even realized it, but he had been busy with Julia all day that by the time he got free time. He thought-

“You gonna let me talk now, Human?” he used the pet-name he coined for you. “I don’t love Julia. And I wasn’t flirting with her because I don’t love you.”

“Huh?”

“She was doing my English Lit. paper and I had to make her think she was worth my time.” he explained. “She had to think I was actually interested in her or else she’d make a scene. She knew what this exchange was. A litle bit of attention and that A+ was as good as mine. I passed by the way.” he winked.

“S-so, you don’t love her?” you wiped your eyes.

“Of course not! How many times have I told you that my heart only belongs to you?” He asked. “Idiot.” he shook his head with an amused smile. “As if that plain, lowly human could ever compare to my own personal descendant of the goddeses that made this wicked world.” he bit his lip. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was running out of time. I would have told you, had you sat with me at lunch today.” he rolled his eyes. “...Y/N, please accept my deepest apology. I wouldn’t hurt you...unless you asked.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last part. “Now come here.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, taking you in a long drawn out kiss. He purposefully moaned in your mouth, laughing maniacally through each peck.

“Me, and that disgusting excuse- how laughable.” he began kissing down your neck. “I guess I’ll have to show you that you’re mine and will only ever be mine.” 

“Ayato~” you whimpered. 

“Shush.” he kissed you again. “ Fuck! “ he kept kissing your lips “You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours. .” He backed you up towards the bed. “Usually I’d ask you to suck my dick first, but I want everything to be about you.” he made you sit down. “Aww, you didn’t take off your uniform, so I can take your panties off right now.” he smirked.

Had he lost his mind?!?

“Have you lost your mind?!?” your legs shook as your panties were discarded who knew where. 

“I’ve always wanted to defile you while you were wearing it, so you can think of me every single time you put it on. Mmmmff-” he buried his head between your legs, exploring your depths with his tongue.

You took in a sharp breath, instantly arching your back in his favor. Good, that was his invitation to go forward. “Y/N, you taste so fucking good-” he laughed gleefully. “I wanna bite your clit and taste the blood right from your naughty place.” he moaned, lashing his tongue against your heat. 

“Ayato, It feels so-” you mewled. “M-more, please?”

Hearing this, he went feral. He dug his nails into your thighs, sucking harshly at your slit. You had to hold the back of his head to stay vertical, your hands tangled through his lush hair.

“ That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy-mmm. “ he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He was so hungry that not even a snide comment could leave his lips while he tasted you. He’d never do this with anyone else, love anyone else. He was having too much fun worshipping his beautiful human. 

“Ayato- I’m gonna c-cu-”

“Cum. Let me taste you. Let me feel it against me, let me drive my fangs into your thighs while you cum so you can feel what true ecstasy feels like.” 

You felt yourself unravel, only to feel those fangs dig into your left thigh. “Ungh! Ayato!!” you cried. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” he lapped up your blood. “It tastes even better when you’re cumming.” he bit his lip. “I wanna feel you wrap around me.” he crawled over you, capturing your mouth in a long, messy kiss.

You were surprised when he moved you two so you were straddling him. “Undo my jeans, take what’s yours, Y/N.” he bit his lips. 

You shyly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled then down along with his boxers. You were welcomed by a very obvious hardon. 

His cock slapped against his stomach as it was set free. 

“C-can I, touch?”

“It’s yours.” he winked. “Do whatever you want to me.”

You began stroking him, coaxing a low satisfied moan from your lover. You wanted to be mean and leave him but who were you kidding, you both needed it.

“Is it too forward to ask you to ride my cock?” he asked, biting his lip. “Please?”

He caressed your thighs, coaxing you to slip his dick along the perimeter of your slit. You met his eyes, but could only shyly look away.

“Oh Goooodd-” he sucked in air as his dick slipped inside. You shy rocked your hips, coaxing another moan out of him. His hands rested on your thighs. “Shit, Y/N, Why are you so fucking- Ungh...Shit I can’t take much more.” he thrusted his hips upwards. 

A small gasp hitched in your throat, followed by many as he thrust himself in and out of you. You wanted some sort of control too, so you rolled your hips even more against him. “Shit. Ayato~” you moaned. “Fuuuh-”

“Why would I want anyone else when you’re here with me.” he spoke. “Why would I NEED anyone else!” he growled. “You’re mine! I’m Yours, that’s how to fuck it should be!” he seethed. “Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

He was absolutely right, you didn’t think even washing this uniform would get his essence out of it.

“Shit!!” Ayato threw his head back, moaning like you had never seen him moan before. You didn’t even think he could even make such a face. “Y/N!!! “ he cried. “I fucking love you so much, Fuck, S-shit!! Fuck say it back, please.”

“Ayato,” you felt his cock twitch inside. “I love you-haah-aah!”

“ How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me! “ he cried, digging his nails into your thighs. “Fuck Y/N this is what you to do me!!”

You both were loud, sensitive, and on the brinK of breaking.

“I’m gonna CU---AAAHH FUUCCK!” you felt his warmth spill inside you. You were taken aback by him wrapped a hand around your neck and pulling you down to kiss you abruptly. He moaned loudly into your mouth, crying in euphoria as he bottomed out inside your wetness.

“Y/N!” he cried once more. “Fuck I love you.” his face twisted in pleasure, those usually stern eyebrows going soft. “I fucking love you. My human, My only human~.” he hugged you close.

“Ayato~” you replied just as wantonly. “I love you.” you whimpered.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook for ignoring me today, now it’s my turn to get revenge.” you heard his breathless laugh. “Shall we continue?”

(I.....AM SO SORRY FOR THIS)

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

MR. REIGNS

Prompt: Requested by nonny

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation (name calling), flirting, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @wickedsunfire , @akiko-tanaka , @aerynscrichton , @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @reigns-5sos , @lustyromantic , @auawdo , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @nicolewoo , @writtingrose , @bayley-no-friends

Notes: Disclaimer - For respect purposes, I’ll be using a fictional name for Roman’s daughter on this fic. If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist

It’s finally Senior Year - and what a fucking relief that is! No more stressful and endless studying hours, no more busting our asses off for mediocre grades, no more shitty frat parties “and last - but certainly not least- no more breaking up with asshole boyfriends at said crappy parties!

I don’t like younger guys. They’re inexperienced, get flustered easily, and don’t care whatsoever about reciprocating pleasure towards their girlfriends or hookups! I like older men...there's something about them that’s just perfect. “When I first met Amber Reigns, I never imagined that I would be blessed with such an amazing best friend. That’s why I knew it was wrong to have the hots for her father, but c’mon! Have you seen the man? He’s delicious! And I’m made of flesh and blood, therefore I have my weaknesses too. And Mr. Reigns is one of my biggest weaknesses.

“Y/N” Amber peeked her head inside my dorm room “Are you ready? My dad’s waiting for us in the parking lot”

“Yeah, I got everything I need” I said while putting on my backpack

“Do you mind going to the car? I���ll be right behind you, I just need to leave some books at the library, because if I don’t they’ll fine me like twenty dollars” She rolled her eyes in annoyance

I giggled “Sure. But don’t take too long flirting with the library boy” I responded in a teasing tone

She stuck her tongue out and left.

I made my way towards the parking lot and saw him standing there, leaning sexily against his pickup truck. He was wearing an extremely tight black tank top, which did nothing but accentuate his rippling muscles and tanned skin that were on full display. The intricate patterns of his tattoo could be seen from afar, the way the black lines molded to his skin like a shield never failed to turn me on, and a pair of black joggers caressed his strong thighs beautifully. His long, black, silky hair was tied up in a tight knot at the back of his head....the man was a fucking sight for sore eyes!

“Hello, Y/N” He greeted with a smile

“Mr. Reigns” I said shyly

He grabbed my backpack and placed it in the trunk of his car “How are you?”

“I’m good, sir. How are you?”

“Better now” He winked and smirked. And I almost came in my pants

“Where’s Amber?”

“She went to the library to return some books, sir”

“Don’t I get a hug?” He smiled

I awkwardly hugged him as I felt the smell of his cologne filling up my lungs and this weird feeling of wholesomeness took over me

“Let’s get inside the car, it’s too hot out here” He laughed

Amber had invited me to spend this holiday weekend with her family, and since I wasn’t feeling much in the mood to go home, I said yes. The only thing I didn’t know was that she planned on going to Mr. Reigns’ house instead of her mom’s house. Before I could fantasize in my daydreams for too long, Amber had returned from the library and hopped into the vehicle.

“Who will be spending the weekend with us?” Amber asked as she fastened her seatbelt

“Your uncles will be coming tomorrow afternoon with your cousins. Your brother decided to go to his girlfriend’s parents, and your sister is coming over on Sunday” Mr. Reigns replied as he turned onto the highway leading to his home.

During the two hour long ride, Mr. Reigns and Amber spent most of the trip conversing animatedly, occasionally asking me a question or two to keep me from feeling too left out, but I let them mostly catch up amongst themselves.

When we got to his place it was the end of the afternoon, and Mr. Reigns went to the kitchen to cook us dinner. I took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes, nothing fancy though, just a pair of yoga pants and a gray tank top. While Amber was taking one of her famously long baths, I got bored and decided to go downstairs to see what Mr. Reigns was cooking.

“Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked

“Amber is taking a bath” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance

“Oh great” He grunted, but a smile danced on his lips “That will be quick” He joked, and I laughed in response

“So when is your girlfriend coming?” I asked nonchalantly and leaned against the kitchen island as he chopped some carrots

“Girlfriend?” He chuckled “I know nothing about that”

“How is that possible?” I asked in disbelief

“I don’t need someone in my life in order to be happy, Y/N”

“I’m not saying you do, Mr. Reigns. I’m just saying I find it hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend”

“And why aren’t YOU spending the holidays with your boyfriend?” He teased

“Boyfriend? I know nothing about that” I mocked

He cackled “And why not? Maybe a boy in college wants to be your boyfriend?”

“I don’t like young guys” I shrugged

“Oh really?” He scooted closer “What do you like then?”

“I like older men”

“How old?” He flirted

The vixen part of my brain woke up once I saw the fire in his eyes “Around your age”

“My age?”

I nodded

“And what does a twenty two year old little girl like you know about men my age?” He licked his lips

“Oh Mr. Reigns...I know a lot” I smirked

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We went to sleep late that night, so the next morning I didn’t even hear Amber calling for me so we could go to the grocery store. When I slowly opened the door of the guest bedroom, I heard Mr. Reigns saying:

“I’ll stay here with her and you go to the store, because God forbid if I forget to buy whatever is your addiction at the moment” He chuckled

“Dad, stop!” She giggled “You’re making me sound like a terrible person, AND it’s Twinkies, ok?”

“Again? I thought it was chocolate with nuts”

“Nope, it’s Twinkies now, and just for that, I’ll buy an extra box just to piss you off” She laughed deviously and left out the door.

When her car left towards the highway, I saw Mr. Reigns going up the stairs and coming towards my guest bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.

Mr. Reigns slowly opened the door of my room as I was leaving the bathroom.

“So you’re awake?”

“I woke up when Amber was leaving”

“Why didn’t you go to the store with her?”

“Wasn’t feeling like it. Why are you in my room, Mr. Reigns?”

“I came to check on you”

“Why? Do I need someone watching over my sleep?” I laughed

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Y/N”

With a smirk on my lips, I said “So you had no other intentions AT ALL?”

“Would you like me to have other intentions?” He chuckled

“Who wouldn’t?”

“You know this is wrong, right?”

“If I heard it correctly, Mr. Reigns, you were the one who wanted to stay behind, and you are the one who came up here” I shrugged

“Touché” He pushed me down on the bed, and covered my body with his

“If it’s so wrong, why are you doing it, sir?”

“Because” He licked his lips “Everything that is forbidden tastes sweeter, don’t you think?”

I giggled while my hands dipped inside his white t-shirt “That’s your shitty excuse?” And chuckled “C’mon, I know you can do better than that”

He cackled “Maybe...or maybe it’s the truth” His hands pulled my satin shorts down “I’ve thought about this ever since I first saw you”

“So why did it take you so long to do something about it?”

“I wanted to make sure you felt the same” His lips brushed against mine

“We better hurry up before someone gets here”

“It takes two and a half hours to get to the store and back, baby. We’ve got plenty of time” He smirked and kissed my lips deeply.

His full lips tasted like caramel coffee, something he drank every morning without a fail. I undid his perfect bun and let his black, silky hair fall upon his shoulders as we kissed. Moaning into the kiss, I pulled his hair while I wiggled my hips, which made him groan.

“So eager” He slapped my ass “I like that. Makes me wanna fuck you even harder”

He took my wrists and locked them on top of my head while rubbing his bulge against my core.

“Please, daddy” I moaned “Please fuck my pussy”

He growled at my pleading and pulled his joggers down quickly. Roman teased my clit with his tip, sliding it up and down my folds, applying more pressure every time he hit my little nub.

“No more teasing, Mr. Reigns... Please...”

Roman smirked and slid in me with one soft thrust.

“Fuck” We moaned together

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled my core like nothing else. His size was beyond perfect to me and I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure any longer.

“That’s my good little slut, moan for the one who owns this pussy” He pulled all the way out, until just the tip was in, and then he went in again with a rough thrust

“Oh yes, Mr. Reigns. Keep going please” I moaned loudly

He gripped me by the neck and chuckled “Such a needy whore! I love seeing what I can do to you. The power I have over you...How you lose yourself while I fuck you” He slapped my ass vigorously “You’ve been waiting a long time to have me in you, haven’t you, my sweet whore?”

“Yes, sir” I panted

“Then tell me! Who’s my filthy little slut?”

“Me, daddy”

He snarled before fucking me faster “Say it!”

“I’m your filthy little slut, sir” Tears started to gather in my eyes, as I could feel overstimulation being so close

“Then cum for me, like a filthy, little, slut” He whispered in my ear, while pinching my clit.

It didn’t take him long to reach his high, and Roman quickly pulled out and spilled his seed on my mound.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” Roman looked up at the clock and continued “And if we’re quick enough in the shower, we can have another round before someone gets here”

He picked me up in his arms, bridal style and whispered

“I still need to taste this pussy or else I’m gonna become a mad man” He smirked when I gasped

And ran towards the bathroom.

Please, if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated ❤️😘

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[beels-burger-babe]

I Can Be Your Type

***I wanted to write some fluff, and all of my current requests, except for maybe one, have angst in them in one form or another. SO I decided to complete the prompt that @poppi144 and I discussed during a "party time" here. So this is happening. Enjoy a break from the angst.*** Summary: Asmodeus is bored one day and, more importantly, he doesn't think he can stand looking at the eyesore of Satan's clothing choices for a second longer. A makeover ensues much to the amusement of the other brothers and annoyance of Satan...that is until MC sees it. Asmodeus smiled mischievously as he peaked into Satan's room. Sitting in his chair, peacefully reading a book and enjoying his day, was Asmodeus's target. He giggled to himself and skipped over to him. "Oh, Satan~" Asmo began in a sing-song voice.

Satan's grip noticeably tightened on the book, but he didn't look away from the pages. "What do you need, Asmo? I'm trying to read." A glance at the cover told him that Satan was reading "Cultural Traditions and Practices of the Humans Realm". Asmo's smile grew. This really was perfect. He draped himself over the back of his brother's chair. "I just thought that perhaps we could help each other out! You see, I am extremely bored and want something to do. Preferably, giving you a makeover." The blond sighed as he flipped the page of his book. "Why in Diavolo's name, would I agree to that?" Asmodeus's grin widened as he swiped Satan's book from his hand and waved it in front of his face. "Because I can turn you into MC's type." Satan paused as a blush dusted across his cheeks. Checkmate.

Satan looked at Asmodeus with intrigue. "They have a type?" The Avatar of Lust laughed as he turned towards the door. "Oh, big brother, you have so much to learn if you actually want to stand a chance against me at winning MC's heart," he smiled over his shoulder. "Come on. Let me work my magic." Satan gave Asmodeus a skeptical look, but sighed and rose to his feet. If there was even the slightest chance of this working, it would be worth it. *** It was not worth it. Satan glared at his reflection in the mirror, "I look ridiculous." Asmodeus giggled as he straightened out the leather, hooded jacket that Satan was wearing. "Nonsense! I put this outfit together myself which means you look amazing!" He beamed at Satan as he took a step back and admired his work. "You look dangerous, mysterious, enticing, cool-" "Foolish," Satan cut off and groaned as he fiddled with the leather cord necklace Asmodeus had put on him. "There's no way this will actually work. You just did this to make me look stupid." Asmo gasped and put a hand on his chest in mock offence. "Like I would ever do something like that to my favourite brother!" Satan just gave him an unimpressed look and began to take off the jacket. Asmodeus quickly rushed over to stop him. "Wait, wait, wait! This wasn't a prank. I seriously think this is MC's type! Trust me on this. At least let them see you in it."

Satan frowned and looked in the mirror. He looked like the stereotypical bad boy in all those animes that Levi watches. He was layered in a white t-shirt with a jacket that appeared to be some kind of leather jacket/hoodie hybrid. The jeans weren't bad. He wore skinny jeans on a regular basis. But these were black and had rips on the knees. His normal dress shoes had been replaced with a pair of black Doc Martins. Asmodeus had even gone so far as to stylistically mess up his hair a little with some gel, and add a very subtle touch of eyeliner around his eyes. Was this really what you were attracted to? Satan huffed and turned to Asmodeus. "Fine. But if they laugh, you will regret this Asmodeus." Asmo let out a cheer as he pushed him out of the door. "Yeah, yeah. Doom and gloom. I get it. You know, you're actually very in character for your look right now." Asmodeus dragged Satan down to the living room where you were supposed to be having a game night with the others. "Oh MC~ I've got a lovely gift for you~" He pushed Satan into the middle of the room and dramatically gestured to him. Only you weren't in the living room. Everyone else was, and they thought this was priceless. Laughter filled the room as the brothers doubled over at the sight of Satan scowling in his bad boy outfit. "Y-You, your look finally matches your sin! Holy fuck!" Mammon howled as he struggled to breathe through his laughter. Belphegor nodded and pointed to Mammon as he cackled. "It's like someone just rained on your black parade! You look like you're about to go kick a bunch of puppies!" Levi snorted and lifted up his phone to take a picture, "This is definitely going on Devilgram." Satan growled and took a threatening step towards Levi. Lucifer chuckled and wiped a tear from under his eye. "Calm down now. We wouldn't you to ruin your eyeliner." The laughter doubled in volume as Satan shouted at Lucifer to shut up. Even Beel was laughing along. "Alright, guys I'm ba-" Everyone went quiet as you entered the room holding a tray of cookies. You froze and stared at Satan with wide eyes and your jaw dropped, a slight blush on your cheeks. "S-Satan you look-" A low snarl came from him as he avoided eye contact with you. "Spare me your pretences and just get to the laughing bit. I've had enough of this." "No!" You squeaked out, causing everyone to stare at you. Your face was quite clearly flushed as you sputtered bashfully. "I-I mean, I wouldn't laugh. You look hot! I-I-I mean good! You look good. Very good indeed," you chuckled nervously and averted your eyes. "Oh Diavolo kill me now," you whispered to yourself.

Asmodeus smiled victoriously while the others gaped at you in shock. Satan merely smirked and walked closer to you. "Oh? Do you enjoy my appearance MC?" More flustered noises came from your mouth as you set down the tray. "I certainly don't not like it. It's j-just a good look for you, th-that's all."

Levi looked between the two of you confused. "Wha- MC! He looks like bullies in every high school anime that we've ever watched!" Satan noted with amusement that you seemed to glance at him with even more interest now. "You mean the ones that tease the protagonist, have a soft side, and nine times out ten builds into an enemies-to-lovers plot with an incredible redemption arc? I'm aware," there was an adorable bashful tone to your voice that made Satan smile wider. He approached you and took your hand into his own. "Then perhaps I should let you get to know my soft side more? Would you care to join me over some tea and light reading library?" he lowered his tone into a seductive husky rumble. "I have a thousand poems that have reminded me of you, which I would love to share." The brothers watched in horror as you became even more of a flustered mess and nodded eagerly. "Eh?! But it's game night MC!" Mammon quickly piped in, throwing in a pair of puppy dog eyes for good measure. You barely glanced in his direction. "Lucifer had just beat me out of the round anyway. You guys enjoy the cookies, I'm going to catch up with Satan." The fourth born led you by the hand as he looked back and smirked at the others. "Enjoy your game night, and thanks for the help Asmo." Silence filled the room after you two left.

"Damn. That worked better than intended," Asmo stated with slight envy on his tongue. Mammon glared at him. "Ya had to give him a make-over and make him look like a hunk, didn't ya?" Lucifer leaned back watching the door. "It's unfortunate. Though perhaps not an entirely negative thing. We can learn something from this," everyone looked at Lucifer curiously. For the next two weeks, the House of Lamentation was full of leather jackets and eyeliner.

*** This was so fun to write. I hope you guys enjoyed it 😊***

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[yanderemommabean]

how is Malcolm and Adrien? I miss those two 🥺🥺

Malcolm is trying his best not to panic as Adrian holds him in his lap in the library. He's flustered, and trying his best not to adjust too much while keeping his eyes on the book in front of him. Not that he could soak in what was on the page anyway, having to constantly start over as heat crawls across his face from the very obvious heat and hardness against his back.

A hand slides up and down his hips absentmindedly, thumbs rubbing into the meat of his back as Adrian takes his opportunity to molest and explore every available inch. "You ok? Need me to help?" he asked with fiend innocence, as if he wasn't causing the nerds heart to pitter faster and his mind to turn to mush.

A hand swats at Adrian's exploring palms, but it's not really a threat, more of a reason for the jock to keep going if anything. He loved to make his boyfriend rattled, he was just to cute to not mess with! Plus when he squirmed and tried to hide the fact he was hot and bothered, it really revved the jock up.

"Please...N-Not here, please-" the nerd pleaded quietly, feelin those large palms squeeze up and down the sides of his thigh as the Jock pretended to contemplate the request. "Hmm...But you're so cute! I could picture you drooling all over the table for me" the sultry voice purred, one hand coming up to press against Malcolm's tented crotch. "And from what I can tell, you like the idea just as much as me".

Malcolm held back a whine, teeth clenched in both an attempt to keep quiet and from irritation. "Please, I let you do whatever you want all the time! " he begged, being mortified at the idea of being kicked off campus because he was being fucked like a ragdoll in a library. He wouldn't be able to live with himself, though Adrian is much more of a threat in the long run, he wasn't just going to give into his every whim! Punishments be dammed!

"Just- Adrian, please!" he whispered harshly " I-I'll stay the night, I won't put up a fight, just please not here! Please!"

Hearing his boyfriends desperate voice made him feel a mixture of emotions, a lot of them on the side of horny. But he isn't a monster, he isn't going to hurt the love of his life, so he knew he should back off for now. It's too early in the relationship to show such acts of passion, so for now he'll just have to save that fantasy for the spank bank.

"hmph, fine fine, you win" he mused, a smile parting his lips as he let his hands wander back to the hips that sat on his thighs "But if you're gonna keep me edged like this for the next hour or so, you better be ready for when we get home".

(Hey! I hope this was ok, for the peeps who don't know these are my OCs! I don't really have a design in mind, yet, but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless! Please like, comment, or reblog! -Mommabean)

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[dracoscene]

Hi friend! Just ran across your work and I love it!! 😍🤍 would you be willing to write something angsty where the reader overhears him talking to Blaise about how clingy she is and decides to give him space only to find out he was taking about Pansy? And then all is good and there so much fluff and love 💕

Crossed Wires | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Contains: angst, kinda mean Draco, FLUFF

A/N: Thank you so so much for the request, hope this is close to what you wanted!

Word count: 1.6k

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"She's pathetic, Blaise."

You came to a halt when you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend.

"No matter where I go, she's there, all the time. Like a bloody dog." His voice was filled with pure hate. It felt as if the blood in your veins froze as the words fell from his lips.

"What do you expect mate, this girl is head over heels for you. Don't you see the drool on her chin everytime you're within a five mile radius of her?"

Draco scoffed at his friend's words. "It's repulsive."

Repulsive. You weren't unfamiliar with those kind of words coming from him. He almost used them on a daily basis; when students ran past him in the hallways, when Crabbe and Goyle stuffed their faces with pastries at dinner, when first years cried after Draco had just threatened to hex them, or when Potter just so much did as breathe. What you were unfamiliar with, was him using those words in connection with you, and it made you feel sick to your stomach.

A tap on your shoulder ripped you from your thoughts, making you flinch. You turned around to see Pansy standing behind you with her hands up.

"Woah there, didn't mean to scare you." She laughed, waiting for a response that didn't come.

Pansy cleared her throat as she re-adjusted the bag on her shoulders. "So, do you think Draco and Blaise are here already?" Shit. It totally slipped your mind that the reason you came here was the study date the four of you agreed on having before dinner. You watched Pansy silently as she took a few steps forward to look around the bookshelf you two were standing next to.

"Found them!"

You didn't care to move, all you wanted to do was just turn around and get out of there, dreading to face Draco after what he'd just said. Still, you followed Pansy to where the boys were sitting.

Your heartbeat skyrocketed when you spotted the blonde already looking in your direction, the annoyance in his face very much visible. Your eyes met for a moment before you felt the urge to look away, feeling small under his gaze.

Confusion was growing inside of Draco when you took the free space on the couch next to Blaise and not him like you usually did. It felt weird doing so, but you were too embarrassed to sit next to him right now, knowing that he probably wouldn't want you to anyway.

Blaise's eyes alternated between you and Draco, trying to figure out what was going on when Pansy dropped her bag with a loud thud before making herself comfortable next to Draco, grinning. "Well then, shall we begin?"

Minutes went by like hours, the only sounds being the turning of pages and the occasional scoffs coming from Pansy when she didn't understand something in the Potions book.

"Draco could you help me with th-"

"No."

Draco didn't even bother to look at the book in front of him. His eyes had been burning into you from the second you sat down next to his friend. You shifted in your seat, staring at that one sentence in your book that you were trying to read for the seventh time now, but you just couldn't focus long enough. Your cheeks were on fire, feeling utterly intimidated by your boyfriends stare.

After what felt like an eternity, Pansy and Blaise started packing up their books. Draco didn't even move a muscle.

"See you at dinner then." Blaise stated before leaving the library with Pansy by his side. You hurried to gather your stuff, trying to catch up to them, but a firm grasp on your wrist stopped you.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Draco's voice was stern, but you could still make out a hint of insecurity.

"I wasn't ignoring you, I'm just.. tired I guess? Oh and I've been having this awful headache all day and I don't really want to bother you with that so I think I should just g-"

"I'm not stupid, y/n." he cut you off. "I know when something's up with you. What is it?"

You didn't know what to say. Confronting him about what you heard would've been the mature way to handle things, but you were hurt. Hurt about the way he talked about you, and especially how he did it; behind your back. So, you removed your hand from his grasp and looked up at him. "I'll go now. I know you don't want to have me around anyway, so don't act like you care."

You left, leaving Draco completely baffled. If you wouldn't have been in such a hurry to get away, if you would've looked a little more closely, you might have seen the effect your words had on him.

He did care. A lot.

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Draco knew you probably wouldn't want him to sit next you during dinner, that's why he did exactly that. He wasn't just going to let this go, so he plopped down next to you.

Your whole body tensed up, and Draco noticed.

The poor boy was confused as ever, you could almost see his brain working with high speed, thinking of every encounter and every conversation with you he had that day, trying to figure out what in the world he's done that made you avoid him.

Confusion turned into frustration real fast when he just couldn't seem to think of anything.

"This is ridiculous, y/n." his voice was barely above a whisper, but the desperation in it was loud and clear. "Will you just tell me what the bloody hell is going on?"

Draco's eyes followed your every move as you turned to look at him. "Can we go somewhere else?" your voice was shaking and you could feel a lump forming in your throat.

He gave you a quick nod before standing up and taking your hand to lead you out of the Great Hall. Pansy called out his name when you two walked past her, but Draco simply waved her off.

The laughter and chatting of students stopped when the doors closed behind you. He led you a little further away with your hand still in his. You felt your heart pounding in your chest when he turned to look at you, it was beating so fast you were scared he might hear it.

"Will you talk to me now?" his thumb started caressing the top of your hand when he saw how nervous you were, as an attempt to calm you down. "I need to know what's going on, did I do something?" "What happened?"

Tears fiilled your eyes when you replayed the words in your head.

"She's pathetic."

"Like a bloody dog."

"Y/n?" his soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"I heard what you said." You tried your hardest to keep your composure. "In the library, about how I'm always with you and how pathetic you think that is." Your voice broke at that last part.

Draco's face fell when he realized that you thought his words were directed to you. Thinking about how hurt by his words you must've been made his heart break.

"Darling." he breathed out, gentle hands cupping your cheeks as he used his thumb to wipe away the single tear that fell from your eye. "I wasn’t talking about you."

You furrowed your brows as confusion replaced the hurt look on your face. "Huh?"

"It was Parkinson I was talking about, she's been bothering me the whole bloody day."

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, the color of your cheeks became a crimson red, which you tried to hide as best as you could by covering your face with both of your hands.

Draco let out a laugh as he took your hands into his and pulled you into a hug, his head resting on yours. "I'm so so stupid, oh my god." your voice was muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

"Sometimes." he chuckled while rubbing soothing circles on your back with his hands. "You should know better than to think I’d ever talk about you like this, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." you lifted you head and looked up at him through wet eyelashes, hands resting flat against his upper body.

"Merlin y/n, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you." he planted a kiss on your forehead, lingering for a second before you buried your face back into his chest. Your arms draped around his waist, holding fast onto him.

The creaking of doors made Draco's head shoot up, looking in the direction of approaching footsteps. His face turned into a sneer as soon as he saw Pansy turn around the corner, looking for him.

"Draco why aren't you in th- oh. Am I interrupting something?" Her gaze landed on you.

You felt the muscles in Draco's arms flex around your body as he pulled you even closer into his chest like he was trying to protect you from her prying eyes.

"For fucks sake, Parkinson. Get lost." he snapped at her, voice brimming with venom. This was all it took for Pansy to leave as fast as she came.

Draco scoffed before he let one arm fall to his side, leaving the other one around your waist to keep you close.

"Pathetic, isn't she?" You leaned into him, smiling. Draco couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips at your statement.

"Hey" he grabbed your chin, lifting it so you were looking at him. "I love you, always will. You know that, right?"

You gave him a reassuring nod before planting a kiss on his lips. "Love you too, Dray. More than anything."

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[daydreams-magic01]

All soulmates are the same

(Teddy Lupin x female reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

Main Masterlist

Requested by: Anon

Fandom: Harry Potter (Next Generation Era)

Request: ‘Hi could you please do a teddy lupin x fem reader soulmate au, I just read your regulus black soulmate au and I loved it so much’

Thank you so much!

I hope you enjoy my idea and scenario!

Warnings: Language and mentions of violence.

Words: 1.4K

This is now a part of the Soulmate Series, there is a Regulus one too on my masterlist. (This is why I have tagged Regulus in case you like the idea of a soulmate au and want to read the Regulus one.)

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01​ .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

Also thank you to the Anon who brought the ‘x male reader’ tag to my attention, in my ask box, it was accidental and due to autocorrect, as I had it on, which I did not realise. I immediately removed it upon reading the ask. I understand how irritating it can be having the wrong tags and I apologise. From now on, I will double check. Have an amazing day ! :)

Thank you.

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"Mate, she is my soulmate."  Edward Lupin brags, removing his gaze on her for one second to his god-brother, "see, we are a match made in heaven." 

James rolls his eyes, nudging him with his hip to get a better look at the courtyard below, "she is too fit for you, you lanky fuck." 

Teddy holds back the urge to pull at the arrogant boy's hair and instead decides to make a change, "but I can look like anyone, remember?"

The younger boy screams once he turns around, an identical boy with a smirk mirroring his own, "Merlin. Stop doing that, you freak. And I am too young, remember?" The older boy laughs, flashing the Potter the reversed peace sign before changing his form into an older, slightly different version of him.

James raises a brow, shaking his head, "not my Grandad, bro." He looks down in shame, skin stretching as he grows an inch or two to return to himself. His hair remains black for another minute or so before flashing ginger and then turquoise. 

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"Hello, soulmate," Teddy flirts, spinning around the pillar to appear in front of her. He flashes her a smile, discretely taking in her appearance of skinny jeans and a white top.

(Y/n's) cheeks flush as she tucks some hair behind her ear, smiling up to him, "Teddy." She takes in his appearance as he towers over her, clad in loose jeans, a black belt and a white button-up covered by a brown jumper. She thanks Merlin that it's the weekend because Lupin looks extraordinary in muggle clothes. 

"So, do you admit that I am your soulmate?" He crosses his arms, smiling, as he leans on his elbows against the wall.

"You aren't, Lupin. Now, please, leave me alone," she flashes him a smile, fed up with his constant need for attention, and spins on her heels. For years, he has been convinced that they are soulmates, but he is yet to figure out their soul mark. (Y/n), of course, already knows her mark.

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"Mate, how can you get her when you don't even know your soul mark," Fred Jr laughs, shaking his head at his friend as he reads over his Herbology textbook. He can't wait to meet his soulmate either, longing for the day that he can hold her in his arms, but at the same time, he isn't ready.

Edward is very much ready.

The two are in the library, clad in their uniform, and they sit by the window, parchment and quills sprawled out around them.

"I'll figure it out," he beams, placing his hands on his hips proudly as he puffs out his chest. Fred raises a brow and glances at him for a second before looking back down to his book. He is surprised that Teddy hasn't figured it out; almost everyone else has. 

"Go on then."

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"Is that a rock?" (Y/n) whispers into his ear, making him jump. She laughs as he turns on his heels, rock still in his hand. However, his eyes still look panicked, making her frown. 

"Hi."

She looks behind him, to where he was aiming. Funnily enough, she knows that corner nook very well. Her eyes flash from the spot to him as her brows furrow, "were you trying to throw a rock at me?"

"No." He flashes his teeth nervously, tucking his dominant hand behind him, dropping the rock. "Soulmates aren't supposed to hurt each other."

"You were!" She ignores the last part, not wanting to say something that she is later going to regret. "Why would you do that?" She throws her hands in the air, refraining from shouting out several profanities.

"I wanted to..." he whispers the next bit, making (Y/n's) brows shoot up as she crosses her arms. He sighs and raises his voice, "I wanted to find out what our soul mark was."

(Y/n) sighs, clenching her eyes shut, and she takes a step back, "Are you stupid?" His jaw drops, and he mirrors her actions. "Everyone knows that all soulmates are the same." 

Sighing once again, she spins on her heels and walks away, leaving Teddy very confused.

Throwing his arms in the air, he shouts out, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

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"You threw a rock at her!" Fred snorts, biting his lip to prevent him from laughing carelessly loud in the library. 

Rolling up a piece of parchment, Teddy hits him over the head, holding himself back from strangling him. "I was going to. I didn't actually do it."

"Well, clearly, you aren't soulmates if you tried to hurt her, you bellend." Fred scoffs, shaking his head again at the foolish and eager boy. He sighs in relief once they exit, raising his voice to normal volume, "did you do that essay for Binns?"

"Yes, yes, I did." Teddy clears his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets, "and I wasn't trying to hurt her, you wanker, I was aiming for her leg."

Fred snorts again, making the boys gaze flicker back at him as he scrunches his nose, " 'aiming for her leg', my arse."

"Hey! I wanted to see if we share pain."

Fred freezes in the middle of the corridor and spins on his heels, the back of his shirt flowing slightly, "there are better ways to go by it."

Teddy mirrors his actions, his robes swirling around him.

"You don't say."

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(Y/n) screams, jumping back as a slightly muscular, lanky, curled body rolls out in front of her. 

Teddy pushes himself up, throwing his arms around like a windmill as he looks out for her reaction.

"What. The. Actual. Fuck." (Y/n's) cheeks flush as she hears her friends giggles behind her, her own jaw dropped.

He suddenly kicks into the air, lips pressed together, causing her to jump back again. 

After a few more furious actions, he stops, shoulders sagging, "it won't work." 

She doesn't speak, not taking her eyes off him as he looks to the ground, sighing, "maybe we aren't soulmates."

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When Edward Lupin stopped trying to throw rocks at her, doing flips in front of her and pulling up her sleeves, (Y/n) was relieved - a bit sad - but mostly relieved.

However, after barely days of watching him mope about and gaze after her, she has begun to feel rather sad.

"Hi," she says, sliding onto the wall next to him. She watches as he looks up for barely a second before looking back into his lap, uttering a greeting.

Smiling sadly, she reaches her hand forward, shaking slightly, and places it on top of his. This time when he looks back up, he does not look back down. His brows furrow as a smile graces his lip, a contagious one which spreads to (Y/n). 

She strums her fingers, and thankfully, he understands, spreading his fingers to make room for her own as they interlink. "All soulmates are the same."

"Sorry?" He asks, his smile unable to fall, as he looks down at her. 

"After the war, soul marks changed," she explains, "I guess to boost the wizarding population, but now, it is easier to find your soulmates." 

"I don't understand."

She chuckles softly under her breath, looking down at their hands for a second. She looks back up at him, her smile widening, "nowadays, most soulmates have an extra matching birthmark."

His mouth forms an 'o' shape, which falls as soon as she lifts her other hand to the back of his neck. He tenses, shivering as he pushes back some of his curly locks.

"If I am correct," she starts, a sigh in relief following soon after, "Thank God."

"What?" He asks, nervously turning to her as she places both hands in her lap, his fingers reaching out for a second to feel her fingers again before dropping on her leg.

She jumps slightly, heat flaring in her cheeks. 

"It's exactly what I thought:  all soulmates are the same."

He raises a brow, freezing as she leans in.

"Soulmate," she whispers, pressing her lips against his cheek.

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[minteyeddevil]

Hi is it okay if I request head canons of the brothers walking in on a GNmc reading smut about them? I imagine with them being big faces there is probably some demons that have written stuff like that about them so like this can be smut or like a jokey one whatever you prefer. If you don’t do this completely understand also hope you are well really love your writing

(I can only imagine what kind of things other demons would write about them lololol xD)

Lucifer:

He walks towards MC's room, a new study book in his hand for them, as he knocks on their door and waltzes right in

He has developed this habit considering how close they are now, and he freezes when he sees MC panic and immediately hide their phone

The flush in their cheeks and awkward body language gives away that they were reading something not so appropriate, and he smirks slightly walking up to them and placing the book on the bed as he sits next to them

"May I see what you were reading, beloved?" he asks, holding his hand out expectantly

Their flush only deepens, and knowing they have fully been caught, they hand over their phone, and he turns on the screen, unlocking it right away

He reads over the words on the screen, one eyebrow raising as he speaks a certain line aloud, "The prideful demon, first born of the brothers, bent his love over his desk, burying his throbbing cock to the hilt within them. A sinful growl leaves his throat as he begins to pound into them roughly-"

MC squeals and buries their head under their pillow, begging him to stop, as he simply chuckles before leaning over them, pressing his face to their neck to kiss at their skin

"I was fully aware of the things others have written about me online, but I didn't think you would stumble across it." He teases them relentlessly, running his hands down their sides until he reaches the apex of their thighs

"If you wanted this kind of attention, all you needed to do was come to me directly, my love. I would happily live out these fantasies with you."

Mammon:

A typical day between the two of them, both lounging around Mammon's room, each doing their own things on their D.D.D.s

He's deep into a gambling gatcha game of his own when he hears MC giggling from their spot on his couch, and turns to be nosy at them

"Whatcha readin'?" he questions, crawling up next to them, but they fluster and try to keep their phone out of his hands

He wrestles with them a bit before finally getting ahold of their phone, practically sitting on them so they can't fight back to grab it from him

He reads over the screen for a bit, but his heart does a flip and a warmth spreads in his chest when he reads the line "The Avatar of Greed pins you to his bed, devouring your sex as if he was a man starved. He greedily takes your juices into his mouth, lapping and sucking at--"

He gets to his feet, throwing the phone back at MC before turning on them, completely red in the face

"W-What're ya doin' readin' stuff like that about me, huh!? Not good enough havin' the real thing in front of ya?" He openly pouts and crosses his arms in front of his chest

MC is right against him, cuddling him and kissing on him, explaining they just happened to find it and was curious as to what they had written; maybe they could get some ideas to try from the fanfiction they read~

He revels in their loving, nuzzling into their cheek and neck for a bit. "Heh, maybe it would be interestin' to try out some of the stuff they mention. How 'bout we climb int'a bed and see where it goes?"

Leviathan:

He and MC are curled up in their bed, he is playing his hand held as MC is scrolling through Devilgram on their D.D.D., their head placed in his lap

They happen upon a link to someone's writing, and when they click on it, they find that it's actually fanfiction written about Leviathan

Their eyes widen slightly as they read through some of the story, and when the color of their cheeks begin to tint is when Levi notices

"What's up? Find something weird or what?" he asks kind of absent-mindedly, until the hold up their phone for him to read the screen

"The envious third born has lusted after you for as long as he could remember. He strokes his two cocks off when imagining you underneath him, one cock buried deep in your sex while the other-"

The loudest screech leaves the demon as he pushes MC off and practically runs for their door; they give chase and follow him to his room, managing to catch the door before he shuts it in their face

They apologize for freaking him out, that they were just curious about the story; he mumbles that he knew about them all because he has seen the fanfiction before, he just hates that they found it as well

He eventually relents and let's them into his room so they can make it up to him with cuddles and kisses; though he does plan on finding a way to block those sites so MC doesn't find anymore fics of him

Satan:

The both of them are sitting in the library of RAD, studying for an upcoming test in the class they share

Satan was in the middle of writing notes while MC took a small break to mess with their D.D.D., when they happened upon a website that demons could actually post fanficiton on in the Devildom

Curious, they looked up Satan, and found many a fic written about him, clicking on one that piqued their interest

An audible gasp left them and they froze when they felt Satan's green eyes turn on them

"Something the matter?" he asked, leaning over to see what they were looking at; they tried to turn the phone away, but he caught their hand, focusing on the words displayed on the screen

"The Avatar of Wrath held no mercy for your precious hole, pressing his hard cock into you as deeply as it would go, hissing at the tightness of your walls around his shaft. His demon form began to seep out as he began to thrust hard and fast--"

They managed to pry their hand out of his, almost throwing their phone across the library in horror and embarrassment; though he simply laughed, admitting he knew that other demons wrote such things about him

He than smirked, leaning closer to them and placing a hand on their thigh as he whispered "If you would like, we could read some of these stories together, and act them out even. I don't mind fueling that imagination of yours."

Asmodeus:

He and MC were Devilgram buddies, always sharing with each other the gossip they would find when scrolling through the site

They would lay strewn across his bed, giggling with each other, MC teasing Asmo for how popular he was with all the demons of the Devildom

Though one post caught their eye when scrolling, and they couldn't help delving into the story it shared

"Oh..." they gasped, making Asmo immediately glue to their side to see what they were looking at, giving them zero time to properly react to his presence

He mimicked their 'Oh', taking the phone to read out loud: "Being the amazing Avatar of Lust, this demon knows any and all ways to pleasure his lover. To the use of his tongue and the curve of his cock, you will undoubtedly be a writhing mess beneath him when he chooses you-"

They fought for their phone back, and he happily gave it to them, wrapping his arms playfully around their waist and pulled them closer

He nuzzled their ear, mentioning that he knew he had quite the fan base, just didn't realize it went to that extent

"Does it bother you that they write in such ways about me? Don't worry, my darling, only you get to see that side me of me now!" he assured with a sweet kiss to their lips

Beelzebub:

Beel had asked MC to join him for one of his training sessions, hoping they wouldn't mind recording some of his reps from time to time

When they were recording for him, they were mindlessly scrolling, looking for something to occupy their time so they didn't just gawk at their demon boyfriend working out

Though the site they stumbled across didn't help that situation; it was riddled with stories about the Avatar of Gluttony, some much more detailed than others

They felt their cheeks flush and they bit their lip as they read, only to look up and see Beel's face a mere inch away from theirs; they yelped and dropped their phone, Beel immediately picking it up for them

"You okay, babe? You were making a weird face. Did something upset you-?" He paused when he noticed his name written on the screen, and read some of the text there after

"Beelzebub, the demon of insatiable hunger, would devour your sex, all teeth and tongue, making you cum over and over again until you are begging for him to stop. His cock is massive, your body unable to adjust to it's size-"

His face flushes just as deeply as yours does and he quickly hands your phone back to you, before actually lifting you up and carrying you out of the gym

"I didn't know there were demons that wrote that way about me," he grumbled shyly, "but, um, I wouldn't mind doing the things they wrote about to you, if you'd like."

Belphegor:

MC and Belphie are curled up in the bed of the attic, nestled under the covers, when their phone suddenly begins to go off

Belphie is the first to wake, annoyed by the shrill sound, and reaches for the device to silence it, when he notices the screen is unlocked

You must have fell asleep reading something, he notices, and being a nosy demon himself, decides to check what you were reading

"Belphegor may be the embodiment of sloth, but he has no qualms when it comes to fucking you senseless. It will be slow but rough, his cock dragging along your walls, making you squirm and cry out for him to go harder and faster. He'll make you cum hard several times before--"

He blinks a few times before looking down at MC, a devilish smirk coming to his lips as he purposefully drops their phone onto their face

They wake with a start, and turn to him annoyed, but when he crawls on top of them, their eyes widen and a wave of heat comes over their face

"Hey, why are you reading that stuff and not sharing it with me, huh? You got the real thing right in front of you, ya know. I'd be more than happy to fuck you senseless like in those stories if you wanted me to, nerd."

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