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omgeto · 8 months

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☆ WHEN YOU BREAK UP AND MAKE UP — NANAMI KENTO

summary: fed up with your stagnant marriage, you serve your husband divorce papers as a final cry to show you're tired of his behaviour. but you forget that, although he doesn't always show it, your husband never goes down without a fight.

w/c: 3.5k

cw: angst to fluff, nanami may come across as an asshole but he means it with love, plot with a dash of porn at the end, so mdni!!, semi-public sex (you fuck in an elevator) afab!reader

authors note: first fic on the new blog (wild) but I actually really fw this fic, hope you all do to. not fully proof read so ignore mistakes!!

nanami's footsteps echo through the dimly lit hallway as he approaches your apartment. his heart pounds against his ribs, a mixture of irritation, confusion, and hurt swirling within him. he had seen the divorce papers, his name scrawled across the top in bold letters, and the shock has left him simmering with resentment.

with a determined exhale, he raises his hand and knocks on your door. the door swings open, revealing his surprised expression. his eyes widen as he takes in your clenched jaw and the tension etched into your features.

"kento," your voice wavers, a mix of surprise and something he can't quite place.

"i didn't expect to find divorce papers on my desk at work," he bites out, his tone sharp and impatient.

your cheeks flush slightly, your gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet his stare. "it got your attention, didn't it?" you retort, your voice tinged with exasperation.

"attention?" nanami's voice drips with sarcasm. "you think serving me divorce papers at my job is the way to solve our problems?"

"you've been distant, nanami," your voice holds a trace of weariness. "we've been living separate lives for weeks. i needed you to know that something has to change."

nanami's irritation flares, his patience wearing thin. "dropping divorce papers on my desk is your way of communication now?"

"you've brushed me off every time i've tried to talk," your voice holds a hint of frustration, your eyes betraying a simmering anger. "maybe this is the only language you'll understand."

nanami's annoyance collides with a stubborn resistance, his grip on his emotions hardening. "you know i've been busy," he states curtly.

"busy ignoring me," your voice is edged with bitterness, your expression growing weary.

nanami's frustration deepens, and he steps closer, his gaze unwavering. "you could have talked to me."

you look away, your jaw clenched. "tried that." he reaches out to you but you brush him off, backing out of his space.

you didn’t know what the exact turning point of your marriage was, but once it came it was overwhelming, swept you both up in a whirl of frustration. nanami didn’t feel like yours anymore – he was a shell of the guy you married. there were no more morning kisses, gentle touches, or late-night talks that once filled your lives. the silence in your shared space became a chasm, widening with each passing day. you pleaded for his attention, for a connection, but it was as if he was slipping away, becoming a stranger.

"you’ve taken this game of yours too far," he scoffs, disbelief and a hint of frustration in his voice. nanami had never imagined it would come to this – the thought of you leaving him was a reality he was struggling to accept. he wasn't blind to the shifts in your relationship, the growing distance, but he had convinced himself that it was a phase. a bad period that could be smoothed out with a little time and patience.

when you gathered your belongings and walked away, nearly a month ago now, he allowed you to go, certain that this was just a phase, a moment of frustration that would pass.

"i thought we were just going through a rough patch," he continues, his voice carrying a self-assured edge. "didn't think you'd take it to this extreme. you really tried to embarrass me at work with that shit, everybody saw y’know, my colleagues, my boss.”

your eyes narrow at his response, the frustration that had simmered inside you starting to boil over. "It's not a game, nanami. this isn't some ploy for attention."

“so you’ve given up on me then? on us?” he asks incredulously, stepping closer to you, studying your face.

your gaze holds his, determination mixing with the hurt that still lingers. "i didn't want to give up, but i can't keep holding on to something that's slipping away."

nanami's eyes search yours, a moment of vulnerability flickering across his features before he masks it with his trademark confidence. "you think i'll just let you go that easily?"

you meet his gaze head-on, the tension between you palpable. "it's not about whether you'll 'let' me. it's about whether we're both willing to put in the effort to fix what's broken."

his smirk fades, his gaze intense as he studies you. "and? are you willing?"

nanami didn’t realise how silent his home was without you in it. when he returned, he sat in silence, the weight of your ultimatum sinking in. ‘it’s not a game nanami’ your previous words repeatedly echo through his mind. he had always prided himself on his rationality, on his ability to see things logically, but when it came to you, it was an unfamiliar territory,

he had grown accustomed to the routine of his life, the predictable patterns that had lulled him into a sense of complacency. he had convinced himself that the distance between you two would eventually close on its own. and now, confronted with the reality of your departure, he couldn't deny the truth any longer.

“you’ve really fucked this up nanamin,” gojo lectures over the phone to nanami, “you deserved getting embarrassed at your job.”

“i didn’t call you to be told off,” nanami says, pinching his nose “i called for you to tell me what to do.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” gojo questions, “you know what she wants.”

“If i did, i wouldn’t be on the phone with you, would i?” nanami snaps, frustration brewing.

“she wants the guy she married.” gojo states, ignoring nanami’s tone.

“I am that guy,” there was a pause, as if nanami could see gojo’s pointed look through the phone, “well i thought i was that guy. but i know she doesn’t want to divorce me for real, she loves me.”

“does she though?” gojo questions, “remember nanamin, i was there when you guys got married, the way she looked at you then… isn’t how she looks at you now.”

nanami ends the call abruptly, pacing around his living room. gojo’s words sticking in his mind. he had reached out to his friend seeking guidance, but it’s becoming evident that the answers he’s seeking might not be as straightforward as he had hoped.

gojo’s words struck a nerve, he was right. nanami remembers the early days of your relationship, the excitement, the adoration - the way your eyes would light up when you looked at him. but now, the distance, the hurt, it was evident.

he was going to make things right, he had to. you were his wife - his soulmate. he’s known that from the day he laid eyes on you, and he doesn’t want to let you out of his grasp.

it had been months since you served nanami the divorce papers – he was stalling. you couldn’t deny that he was trying though, the daily flowers that you received, the take out that was delivered to your house without you asking, was a testament to that.

you got daily calls, texts and emails from him asking you about your day, about your wellbeing. he was showing you that he cared, and it was as if he was courting you all over again.

his efforts didn’t go unnoticed, your friends and family could see the subtle smiles you couldn’t suppress and the softening of your eyes when his name was mentioned. they hoped for your sake that nanami would keep consistent.

you felt hopeful, and that made you feel dumb.

but you just needed one more push to feel secure, to feel like this would work – would last. which is why you were standing in the lobby of your lawyers office, your feet tapping nervously against the floor as you wait for your husband to arrive.

“hi, my love,” he greets, the familiar pet name coming out like a whisper, but it doesn’t go unnoticed, “i guess we should head up there.”

“yeah, lead the way,” you say, your tone warmer than you expect as you take in his appearance. he was dressed in one of his signature crisp suits, in fact it was your favourite suit of his, and he was wearing the hell out of it.

you follow him to the elevator, the hallway stretching ahead as you both walk side by side. you haven’t felt like this in a long time, like a pair, a union. nanami’s presence beside you is both familiar and foreign, a reminder of the life you once shared and the uncertainty of what lies ahead.

“we don’t have to go this meeting you know,” nanami forces out, but you ignore him pushing the button of the floor you need to be at.

“love listen, it doesn’t have to be this way,” he persists.

“and what way is it kento?” you argue, “just because you’ve been sending me flowers, and asking me how i am each day, doesn’t mean you’ve magically became husband material again.”

“trust me, i know that.” he scoffs, “you’re a real piece of work bu-”

“and you’re a real piece of sh-” you start, stopping yourself as you realise that you were the one going too far.

“as i was saying,” he continues, “you’re a real piece of work, but you’re worth it. you always have been, from the moment i met you i knew you were going to cause me trouble but i ended up loving you for that.”

“well tell that to your actions for the past–” you pause, feeling the elevator coming to an abrupt stop, “why did the elevator just close… the last thing i need right now is to be trapped.”

nanami's gaze shifts to the control panel, his eyebrows furrowing. "looks like we're stuck."

you glance at him, your heart racing for a different reason now. "stuck?"

nanami's eyes meet yours, his smirk undeniably playful. "Seems like fate has its own plans for us," he remarks, his tone holding a hint of amusement.

you roll your eyes, unable to suppress a small smile despite the circumstances. "great, just what I needed today."

he chuckles, his fingers expertly unbuttoning his cuffs as he begins to roll up his sleeves. "well, at least we have some time to ourselves. might as well make the most of it."

your eyebrows raise at his nonchalant attitude, your surprise momentarily replacing the irritation. "are you serious right now? we're stuck in an elevator, and you're acting like it's a casual evening at home?"

nanami's grin widens, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "why not? it's not like we can do much about the situation. might as well enjoy each other's company."

you huff out a breath, torn between annoyance and amusement. as you observe him making himself comfortable on the elevator floor, you can't help but shake your head. "you're unbelievable."

he pats the spot next to him, his inviting gesture a silent challenge. "come on, it's not so bad. we can reminisce about old times, or argue about who's the better cook."

you find yourself hesitating, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. with a resigned sigh, you take a seat beside him, your shoulder brushing against his. "old times, huh? you mean the days when you used to bring me breakfast in bed?"

nanami's smile softens, a nostalgic gleam in his eyes. "yeah, and you'd always complain that the eggs were overcooked."

“because they always were.” you retort, with a chuckle. you missed this, being in his space without any of the extra noise.

“i can cook breakfast for you again,” he proposes, “if you just come home.”

“kento i don’t know if i-”

“do you remember our first date,” he interrupts, “my car broke down on the way home from the restaurant, so i put you on my back and carried you for 5 miles.”

“you carried my heels too,” you add, laughing softly to yourself at the memory. your first date with nanami solidified that he was the man for you, the way he shamelessly gave you a piggy back ride, heels and all.

nanami’s gaze locks with yours, his fingers gently grazing your hand “it was worth every step.”

a warmth spreads through your chest, a mix of nostalgia and a newfound vulnerability. "you used to be so sweet," you murmur, your voice laced with a bittersweet longing.

his fingers inch closer, your hands almost brushing against each other. "i can still be sweet, you know," he replies softly, his gaze never leaving yours.

your heart skips a beat, the air around you growing charged with unspoken emotions. "you have a funny way of showing it."

he tilts his head, his lips curving into a genuine smile. "maybe I've been out of practice."

as the silence settles between you, the confined space of the elevator seems to amplify the intensity of your connection. the past rushes back, the moments that you shared, the love that once flourished. but you're both here now, in the present, faced with the choice of whether to rebuild or let go.

nanami's fingers finally find yours, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. "i want to make it right, to fix us," he admits, vulnerability lacing his words.

you meet his gaze, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. "It's not that simple, kento. we can't just go back to the way things were."

his thumb traces a soothing pattern on the back of your hand. "i know. but maybe we can start anew. rediscover each other, learn from our mistakes."

you study his face, the sincerity in his eyes making your heart ache. maybe he had changed, maybe he was willing to put in the effort to mend what was broken. maybe, just maybe, there was hope for your relationship after all.

the elevator's walls seem to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this suspended moment. The past and the present merge, and as you search his eyes for any signs of deceit, you find none. only a genuine desire to make things right.

"i've missed you," he whispers, his voice holding a vulnerability that resonates within you.

“you swallow the lump in your throat, your grip on his hand tightening. "i've missed you too."

nanami's fingers burned with a mixture of yearning and desperation as they reached out to trace the curve of your cheek. his touch was electric, sending a surge of heat through your veins. your breath hitched in response, your heart pounding against your ribs as his thumb brushed over your skin.

his touch was no longer tentative; it was a declaration, a silent proclamation of his desire. the air seemed to crackle with tension as his gaze bore into yours, his eyes dark and smouldering.

"i've wanted to do this for so long," he confesses, his voice a low growl sending a shiver down your spine.

his fingers slide from your cheek to your jawline, his touch igniting a fire within you. the space between you seemed to vanish as he closed in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. your eyes flutter closed as his thumb brushes over your lower lip, his touch setting your skin ablaze.

and then, his lips crash onto yours with a fierce hunger that leaves you breathless. it was a kiss that ignites a wildfire, a blaze of emotions that had been suppressed for far too long. his lips moved against yours with a fervour that matched the intensity of his touch, a dance of passion and longing.

his arms encircle you, pulling you flush against him as the kiss deepens. his mouth moves over yours with a possessive urgency, his tongue seeking entrance and igniting a fiery tangle of sensations. the taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mixture of desire and nostalgia.

your fingers claw at the fabric of his shirt, needing to feel him, to ground yourself in this moment. his body presses against yours, every contour and ridge igniting a cascade of sensations that pooled between your thighs.

his hands trail down your back, the touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. when he cups your hips and pulls you impossibly closer, a moan escaped your lips, swallowed by the intensity of the kiss.

as the kiss broke, your foreheads rest against each other, your breaths ragged and laboured. the air around you was thick with desire, the space between you charged with an unspoken promise.

"i need you," he murmurs against your lips, his voice laced with desperation.

your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his head down for another searing kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of pent-up longing, of a love that refused to be extinguished. your bodies moulded together as if they were meant to fit perfectly, every touch a symphony of need and surrender.

“tell me you need me, love,” he gasps out, and you nod against him, “no i got to hear you say it.”

“i need you, i do,” you whimper against his lips, as his fingers slip below the waistline of your skirt, gently grazing your clit, “k-kento we can’t, have you forgotten where we are?”

“don’t tell me you’ve become shy whilst we’ve been separated,” he chuckles, smirking as he continues to toy with your pussy “you don’t remember all the times i’d have you bent over my desk in my office?”

you bite your lip at the memory, feeling yourself get wetter as nanami’s fingers enter you, his thumb pressing against your clit. nanami knew you inside and out, he knew how exactly where to touch, how to get you whine and writhe against him as you are now.

he took advantage of your exposed neck, biting and sucking against your collarbone as he continues to stroke your cunt. you were gushing over him, repeatedly clenching against his fingers, as he twists and pushes in and out of you.

“you always get so wet for me,” he praises, pulling his fingers out of you, his digits glistening coated with you. you can smell your own arousal from his hand as he grabs your chin, forcing you to stare at his lust filled eyes. “ride me.”

you didn’t need to be asked twice, you discard your skirt off on the elevator floor, as he unzips his pants. he strokes his dick as it gets harder just at the sight of you. he was back was against the wall, his legs sprawled out widely, the perfect opening for you to climb right into his lap.

you slid right onto him, letting out an exhale as he fills you. he presses a sloppy kiss against your lips as your cunt grips onto him. your hands dig into his shoulder as you bounce up and down on him, his hands having your hips in a firm hold to keep you in place.

nanami couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, the way you were taking him in like you needed him, was a sight he could never get tired off. you were so pretty, all fucked out on his dick, your eyes glossed over in a daze, the only thing you were focused on was him.

“d’you see now why i could never let you go?” he teases, thrusting upwards into you as one of his hands trails up to caress your cheek, his thumb parting your lips, “because this pussy’s mine.”

he quickens his pace, eager to get you to come undone all over him, the way your movements became slower, lazier, he could tell you were nearly at your peak. you bite on his thumb, suppressing your moans, as his merciless thrust begin to become too much.

“m’close kento, i-it’s too much,”

“I know my love, you’re taking me so well,” he praises, pushing deeper into you, “just hold out for a bit longer.”

“i-i can’t i-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you feel yourself release all over him. nanami groans out his head collapsing in your cleavage as he finishes inside of you, your juices mixing with his.

the only sounds that can be heard are you both trying to catch your breath. nanami keeps his head pressed against your tits, still inside of you. you toy with his hair pushing his hair back to leave a gentle kiss against his head, his arms tighten around you and it was as if you could feel him smile against you. you knew from then that you and your husband was going to be okay.

“kento?” your voice wavers, a mixture of uncertainty and hope lacing your words.

“yes? my love,” he responds, his gaze locked onto yours.

your heart flutters as you gather your courage, the weight of the past and the possibilities of the future intertwining in your chest. "I think we can cancel that meeting with my lawyer."

nanami's smile broadens, but it's different this time – it's a smile that carries the weight of understanding and a newfound determination. he holds your gaze, and you can see the sincerity in his eyes, a silent promise of change and rediscovery.

you eventually got out of that elevator and you didn’t go home to your separate apartments, you went home, together.

extra an: so guys what did you think?? first time writing for smut, and for nanami so if it’s shit spare me. but I love him and I’d never divorce him. DIVIDERS FROM @/CAFEKITSUNE !!

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shoeistars · 4 months

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— NO PHOTOS ! pt. 2

༺ feat. reo, barou, rin, sae, shidou

༺ outline. where the boys keep their slutty polas of you <3

༺ w. pro!players, 18+ content, minors dni, photos/polas, fem!reader, read at your own discretion as I don’t do individual tagging for element of surprise <3

༺ pt. 1 (isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi)

— REO ! car dash

When Reo got his hands on his first hypercar, his main priority was keeping the thing clean. No trash, no eating inside of the vehicle, you weren’t even allowed to do your makeup when you’re playing your role of passenger princess. He just wanted to keep the interior spotless, despite the fact that he could buy as many overpriced vehicles as he fucking desired

So, when you hopped into the car one day and noticed the pola of you that he had resting against the dash of his brand new Bugatti, you were stunned. He hadn’t even put a goddamn air freshener on the rearview yet

Whenever you got around to questioning him, all he did was shrug, a smug grin on his face as he drove you to your nail appointment. After all, he got bored when he was sitting in traffic. The picture of you, perched on his California king with the prettiest bra and panty set hugging your body juuust right was worth bending a few rules over

— BAROU ! wallet

The polaroid itself was your idea in the first place. He didn’t really understand what the hell the hype was about, but he’d bend over backwards to see that pretty smile you’d give him when you got your way. Whenever he saw the photo, however, his perspective was changed immediately

You’d been hiked up onto a bathroom sink, always getting way too horny for your own good at events where attendance mattered. He’d sneak you away when you’d start touching on him and whispering dirty shit in his ear, never able to say no to his queen

Thus the birth of the pola nestled in his wallet, right beside his bank card. The view of his thick dick stretching your tightness out was too good to pass up, milky ring of cream wrapped around his base and spilling out of your hole. He just had to have it with him at all times

— RIN ! under his pillow

Pushing the pussy whipped loser boy agenda for Rin because you’re most definitely his first love, the first girl he’s ever touched, fingered, fucked. Having popped his cherry, he can’t help but be completely enamored by you. The mere thought of you gets him hard and he hates that factor to his core

Which plays into why exactly he has a nasty polaroid of you tucked under his navy-clad pillow, right where he rests his head to sleep for the night. It’s safe there, it’s within easy reach for him to fuck his fist to when you’re too far away, which is too often for his own liking thanks to away games

The photo itself is his treasure, a simple one where you’re on your bruised knees, showing him what exactly a facial is. Although he loves you most barefaced, he can’t even lie and deny that your face dripping wet and sticky with his seed isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on

— SAE ! checkbook

Weird place, sure, but there is nothing normal about Sae as a whole. In his eyes, there are three prizes in the world: wins, money, and you. The polaroid fits perfectly right where he has it

There’s nothing more rewarding to him than whipping out his checkbook to buy something big, just to be greeted with your cunt on full display, the photo clipped front and center onto the leather book cover

It’s a real looker of a photo too, his thumb spreading your glossy folds to show off the stream of his cum dripping out of your hole, coating your asshole in thick nut. All he can ever think about is how you whimpered when he licked it up after snapping the shot

— SHIDOU ! pola wall

The consequences of dating a shameless, unhinged individual consists of your nudes being shown off any and every possible chance presented to him. He’s sick, sometimes unreasonable, but you’re too goddamn pretty for him to just hide away

Hence why he’s got a nice slab of white wall in his bedroom, fully dedicated to you. He calls it romantic, of course. All sorts of polas are taped up as decoration, different positions and scenarios

Maybe it’s awkward for guests that just so happen to step into his bedroom for whatever reason, but you like being shown off, don’t you? He figured a slut like you would wanna be put on display, considering you’re just like him

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jujutsukatsuki · 2 months

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Pretty Baby || Alastor x Reader || 18+

I got a request for Alastor with a Female Reader with a praise kink so here i am to abide! I do not support Viv or their actions! || includes: praise kink so MDI!, Fem bodied reader ||

You sat on the couch in the lobby, a book in hand as you snuggled up in a blanket, Alastor had wandered off to god know's where while you were at the hotel listening to Husk and Angel debate something they saw on tv. The door to the hotel opened and in walked your tall dark and creepy beloved. He walked over and gently used his cane to lift your head, the cold steel made your skin shiver as your eyes met his red ones. "Hello my love, what have you done all day?" You smile as he questions you. "Just read and listen to everyone." You hummed as you stood up and looked up to Alastor's face, his gorgeous grin on his lips. "Good girl. Lets take a walk, go get your coat my love." You shivered at his praise, his smirk got a bit more sinister as he noticed. You dashed up the stairs to change, you put on a dress that resembled something women in Alastor's time when he was alive would wear along with a jacket to go over it. Not like you needed one, hell was hot. "There is my pretty baby." Alastor smiled as he offered his arm to you, you took it as you left out the front door of the hotel. A cold shiver ran up your spine at his words.

"Where are we going Ali?" The nickname was silly, but Alastor loved it. "You'll see my love." He hummed as the two of you walked the streets of hell, demons cowering away from Alastor's presence. Soon enough you noticed the sign that read Cannibal Town. "Aunt Rosies?" You asked Alastor who nodded and walked with you into the shop.

"Alastor you old dog!, and the beautiful Y/n! Still look delicious, sure you dont want to give me a taste? Oh im joking!" Rosie giggled as you let out a small awkward laugh and looked to Alastor who brushed it off. "Darling, why don't you go find a new perfume you like." Alastor smiled and let you walk away. You kept glancing at Rosie and Alastor who passed him a box of sorts. You walked back over to where the two sat. "Alright darling, time to go!" Alastor said as he shoved the box in his pocket. "Oh uh-" You didnt have time to say anything as you were whisked out the door by him. The walk home seemed quiet and longer, once at the hotel, you were taken upstairs to the bedroom you two shared. "Alastor, what-"

The box was pulled from his pocket and he opened it, inside was a necklace that held a small pendent of an A. "Oh Alastor!" You cooed as he clipped the necklace to your neck, his fingers lingering on your skin. "Youre always such a good girl, i figured you were owed a present for all your understanding of my deals and being gone often." You let out a small gasp at his words, his hand still on the back of your neck. He spins you around and grabs your chin. "Good girl." He whispers, letting the radio filter leave his voice. "Alastor.." You mumble and squeeze your thighs together, he was playing a dangerous game. He may be the powerful radio demon with hundreds of souls under his belt, but you. You were the one who was starving for his affection and wouldnt stop until you were satisfied. "What darling? I cant help it. Youre my pretty girl." He guides you to your knees, his red eys staring to your own. "Such a good girl." He pets your hair, his fingers running through your hair. "Now, keep being my pretty, perfect girl and open that pretty mouth of yours." He grinned, it was going to be a very, very long night.

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satoru-is-the-way · 3 months

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HI I SAW YOUR POST! Can I request a Alastor x reader where reader is easily flustered and Alastor just loves that. so every chance he gets he will do some flirty stuff (twirling, ear whispers, ect) bonuses points if reader gets backed up against the wall... K THANKS BYE!

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A/N: MY FIRST Hazbin request!! Oh I love Alastor so much!! I hope you like it! I have more requests to come with him and more characters!!

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Prompt: Can I request a Alastor x reader where reader is easily flustered and Alastor just loves that. so every chance he gets he will do some flirty stuff (twirling, ear whispers, ect) bonuses points if reader gets backed up against the wall...

Warning: Suggestive Themes

The Radio Demon had many hobbies he enjoyed beyond the regularly scheduled broadcasts. A new one developed meeting (Y/n) (L/n). It was his little game now teasing this little demon. She had decided to visit the hotel after the previous extermination day. The fight between heaven and this odd bunch of sinners sparked an interest in the overall vision of redemption.

The first few days (Y/n) caught glimpses of the famous Overlord who managed the Hazbin Hotel. She could not deny her curiosity about Alastor was more than an innocent one. His power attracted (Y/n) and Alastor is no fool noticing her attention in the first few interactions. It thrilled Alastor in his ability to fluster this sinner with a simple glance.

As time passed more physical contact was added to his teasing. A brush of his hand, a whisper in her ear, or more boldly gripping (Y/n)’s hips making the excuse she is in the way of his path. Today he decided to visit the lobby where his favorite toy is ordering a mixed drink at the bar.

(Y/n) took a seat leaning against the bar speaking with Husk about random things when she noticed a tall figure heading towards her. (Y/n)’s eyes slowly tranced up Alastor’s body from head to toe. A noticeable dust of red coats the demon's cheeks.

“Find my body interesting?” Alastor grins unable to hold such flirtatious comments back since it pulled a delicious reaction from (Y/n). The poor woman became a stuttering mess being caught shamelessly undressing the Radio Demon with her eyes. “I would let you take a picture but we both know this face was made for radio only.” He sat down waving Husk to make the usual drink.

“I-I was not looking at you, Alastor. You are getting a little cocky aren't you?” She replied weakly. Alastor chuckled leaning closer and brushing a few strands of hair out of (Y/n)'s face. He pressed his fingers under her chin and lifted her head.

“We both know that's a lie. You love what I have to offer.” He leans in feeling her body tense. “Oh calm down, darling. You are more than welcome to touch me. Anywhere your naughty little fingers can grasp. But some areas may require two hands being...extra large.”

She gulps feeling her entire body temperature rise, her heart wildly thumps against her chest, and the poor sinner's face matches Alastor’s crimson-red theme. “S-Shut up. I…How big are-” (Y/n) quickly stood her imagination running ramped with thoughts of Alastor’s body and what exactly he meant by some parts are larger… “I-I have to go! I think I hear Charlie calling me.” She made a quick dash towards the hall planning to take the elevator to her room.

Unfortunately Alastor did not plan on letting that happen. A squeal escaped her lips suddenly being spun around pressed against the wall. “A-Alastor.” She whispered her back pressed against the wall his chest pressed against hers. There was no escape from him. Alastor placed both hands on either side of (Y/n)’s head. He grinned those eyes held such a lustful gaze.

“Yes? Can I help you with something cutie?” He purres bitting at (Y/n)’s ear pulling a whine of pleasure out. “Oh, what an exquisite sound. Let's see how many more I can earn.” He purred kissing up her neck.

“F-Fuck.” She groaned and gripped his arm. Alastor earned many more sounds from her all night long…

#alastor x you #alastor x reader #alastor imagine #alastor #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor

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aretheysorasorta · 3 months

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Danny Fenton is Odd

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Danny Fenton was odd

It was a fact no one in Amity would dispute, then again the boy was raised by ghost hunter, he had Fenton blood in his veins, their wasn’t much of a chance for him to be anything but odd from the beginning

But Fenton odd wasn’t what they meant anyway

Danny was a straight A student, he was a Fenton though so that much was to be expected from a family of geniuses, yet for some reason Danny’s grades started to tank, he slept in class all the time and skipped classes when he never used to

It was sudden too, there was no slow decline or odd tiredness that a teacher could ask about, it was just…

One day the boy had perfect grades, the next he couldn’t seem to keep his grade above a C if he was lucky

Of course grades aren’t the only thing that was strange about Danny, there were a lot of things off with him

Like the fact that in the past when he’d always agree to help people study, like the jocks when they had an important game coming up or the goths when they needed to pass a subject to get their teachers off their back, he hadn’t done that in months

Danny used to hide people too, if someone didn’t want to go home? Danny’s house was both large enough and his parents weren’t aware enough to notices some more kids that weren’t their own in the house, only rule was not to go into the basement, as if any of the kids wanted to anyway

There were spare pillows, blankets and padding in the ops center, Danny lent some of those with worse off homes keys, a constant invitation, he hadn’t asked for them back but most had taken the hint and stopped using them

If you were having mechanical trouble? Was your phone acting up? Was your dad’s car totalled and you didn’t have enough money to pay for repairs and were too scared to tell your dad? Danny will have it fixed up before the end of the school day, hell it might even work better than before you gave it to him

Now, Danny didn’t do that, he was too tired to, it wasn’t normal tiredness either, it was like Danny had just given up, like he no longer saw a reason to keep trying

Danny had been on his way to the space program

Danny had wanted to be an astronaut

No one remembers the last time Danny brought up the stars

Danny was odd, in the way that his eye sometimes seemed to shine a toxic green, just for a second never longer, or the sudden fight or flight reflex he kicked into gear in most people, it was mostly fight, it was mostly from Dash

Danny was odd, he felt too large, like too much was condensed into one being and the universe was just now realising that this was a bad idea, but it be couldn’t stop anymore

Danny was odd, he felt too small, skinny stick arm and a lanky body, his family’s height seeming to just barely skip over him, Danny was small, like the world was terrified of anyone looking too close so they shrunk him down, but they didn’t realise that he was still overflowing with wrongness

Danny was odd, in the bruises student see him hiding and the Med-kit he always had on him, the clothes and supply’s stuffed in his locker, the way he looked around as though he was going to have to run any second now

Danny was odd, all of Amity park knew this

Danny was odd, in the way where his voice seemed to echo and a single glance your way could have you frozen stiff in fear

Danny. Was. Odd…

But that wasn’t anything new, Danny was always odd wasn’t he? Why look into something that doesn’t matter? Danny can take care of himself, he doesn’t want help so don’t give him any.

Danny was odd, in the way he’d avoid Dash like the plague, yet when he was caught the boy wouldn’t fight back, the boy wouldn’t even feel fear

Danny was odd, he only had two friends, he only had one sister

One sister? No, no, Danny has two, doesn’t he?

Danny was odd

Danny was Danny

Danny was odd, he knew the mayor, his godfather, yet he hated him, Danny would complain, call Vlad a fruitloop and insult him to the Zone and back

It was strange right? That Vlad was so obsessed with Danny?

It was odd, how uncomfortable Danny got whenever Vlad was around, or how often Vlad tried to find him

…….wasn’t that wrong? No, concerning, that was the word, Vlad was an adult, what did he need with Danny? Shouldn’t someone look into it? Shouldn’t someone help-

Don’t think too much, it’s fine, after all, Danny is odd isn’t he?

Right, no need to think too hard after all

Danny

Was

Odd

Danny was odd, his parent were ghost hunters but he was afraid of ghosts, the first to run after ever sighting, pathetic, but then again…..Danny never did look scared did he?

Don’t think too much, this is an odd place, and he an odd boy, doesn’t that go hand in hand?

Right, Danny is odd but no odder than Amity

Danny is odd, in the way he seems to not be there, he wasn’t easy to forget, no, that was impossible to do, but he wasn’t quite here either….was he?

Danny was odd, in the way he bleed green

Green? No, the boy bleed the galaxy, all stars and supernovas seemed to flash with every shift of his eyes, as though the universe had created them just for him, just for this

But people don’t bleed green or stars, they bleed red, they bleed blood

Danny was human…..wasn’t he?

Danny has never bleed anything other than red

Oh, that’s true

Danny was odd, in the way the world seem to tilt towards him, as though the entire world was here to be devoured by him

But Danny was odd, he wouldn’t do that, he loved this world too much

Danny was a black hole, sucking everything into his orbit, into himself

Danny was a Super Nova, a colosale explosion that could burst at any moment and wipe them out

Danny was a star, without him this world wouldn’t exist, they relied on him, his warmth, his protection

But Danny was human, so he couldn’t be a star…can he?

No, he can’t

Then why does it feel like this?

Danny is odd, but so is Amity

Danny is Amity’s, no one got to take him

Danny is odd, in the way he hadn’t shown up for days, in the way that teachers had sent hundreds of message’s home yet no one responded

Danny was odd, in the way a body hasn’t been found yet their already declaring him dead

Danny was odd, in the way someone saw the government hauling Jazz off somewhere

Danny was odd, in the way that had their skin crawling like bugs had crawled into they skin while they slept

Danny was odd, and his sister was missing, his friends had vanished, presumed dead the GIW had said

Danny was odd, in the way his parents only seemed worried about Jazz

Danny was dead……but he always was…….wasn’t he?

#danny phantom #danny fenton #danielle #jazz fenton #sam mason #tucker foley #amity park #casper high #Dash #Dead Danny?#maybe Dc x Dp

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viviskull · 4 months

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fill this with what you most associate with your muse in each of these ( some slightly unusual ) categories !

spice: paprika weather: summer thats in the middle of spring. Its super sunny out but you feel like you still have to wear a jacket tho primary colour: red colour of the sky: sunset when the sun is meeting the ground. Everything is red and orange. animal crossing animal: wolf! magical power: shapeshifter/arson shoe: sandals houseplant: cactus with a red floor on top blade weapon: ninja star school subject: Library social media: Youtube makeup product: Red Lipstick candy: M&M tangible fear: Trypanophobia & Cynophobia ice cube shape: apple slice shaped method of long-distance travel: kitsune form allows him to run for long distances without getting tired art style: Taiko historical period: early Heian period (around 700 CE) for japan times mythological creature: Kitsune or Inari Okami piece of stationary: Near a fireplace with his lil doggy bed three emoji combination: 🦊 👓🔥 celestial body: Vulpecula rom com archetype: the confidant

Tagged by: @foxyfrolic (ty for the tag!!) Tagging: @xxlordalexanderxx @oflostinfound @ask-experiment-1006-theprototype @electricea

#Saw it passing by! {Dash Game}#How could I forget that!? {Fun Facts}#Write it down! {Canon}#A Nerd Behind a Nerd {OOC}#A good boy {Mystery}#Icon Cred: danicloth

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agirlandherkinks · 4 months

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Hypnovisor: Beta Test (TGTF, Hypno)

James had always been a tech super-fan. The newest phone, newest headphones, shiniest laptop, he had to stay abreast of and on top of the current trends. So when he read about some fancy new VR company that wanted beta testers for a headset, provided for free (minus shipping), his vision blurred and he signed up before he even considered finishing reading the ad.

Three weeks of anticipation and waiting passed until his doorbell finally rung, accompanied by the corresponding buzz of an email notification on his phone. Scrambling from his couch he flung the apartment door open, and to his mild surprise saw that the postman was nowhere in site. There was just a nondescript cardboard box labelled "Fragile", which fortunately bore none of the expected dents and scratches one would associate with the postal service and delicate freight. Practically bouncing with undignified delight, James scooped his parcel up and dashed back inside, barely remembering to lock the door behind him.

The headset looked even better than he had imagined. Sleek plastic curves surrounded a central visor that was just translucent enough to see through, meaning you could walk around safely if you turned a program's opacity down. It fit beautifully when he tried it on, more comfortable than anything he'd ever worn. Wearing it felt wonderful and... right, somehow. His only complaint was that the black headset was decorated in hot pink highlights, although it still looked futuristic enough to sooth his fragile masculinity. His roommate and best friend Erik certainly agreed, interspersing James' insightful comments with appropriate "Ooh's" and "Aah's". Waiting for the battery to charge seemed to take a thousand years, although chatting with each other about what it could do replaced their boredom with swiftly growing excitement.

Two hours later, a soft buzz from the headset in the corner signified its charge was complete. Erik cheered, his sandy-blonde hair bouncing behind him, and even James couldn't suppress a soft whoop of excitement. Erik unplugged it and handed it to James with a flourish and a bow, who accepted it with a suitable stuffy speech. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he was so giddy with anticipation he felt he could match Erik's goofiness for once. The advertisement had promised unmatched realism, a luxurious fit, and cutting-edge, groundbreaking technology. Normally James would have discounted claims like that as corporate claptrap, but the headset fit so well he actually believed the rest of it.

Booting up the headset brought a perky, relaxing jingle in his ears and wall of settings text in his vision. He would have read it, but between his own excitement and Erik's infectious enthusiasm he left the settings on default and skipped to the main menu. The feedback for the buttons was amazing, it felt just like he was pressing down on them whenever he touched one! Another little jingle sounded as he confirmed his choices, and a few games and applications bubbled up into his view, imposed over a hot pink background.

"So Erik, what do you think I should try," James asked. "We've got a music player, interior design app, some sorta idle monster game, and a few RPG's." "Surely try out the RPG's man! You've gotta see that high-definition you were yammering about when we called." Erik's voice came back surprisingly muffled, as if he was speaking down a long tunnel. "Bro, I can barely hear you, the noise-cancelling on this headset's insane! It's like I'm in a world of my own!" James took a deep breath, recovering a little of his composure. "Alright, an RPG it is. Fantasy, sci-fi, or modern day?" "Go fantasy! You know we've both got a thing for elf chiiiicks. Hell, with the kind of feedback you were telling me about, you might even get to grab her" Erik's distant voice sounded playful, with a ting of desire and jealousy. And it did make James hard, at the thought of getting to look and squeeze and fondle some busty elf bitch, made entirely to his wishes~

To James' horror a quiet moan escaped his lips, accompanied by faint hysterical laughter from his friend. Brushing it off angrily, he slammed the icon for 'Silverflame: A Magical Journey' (the button felt like thick moss to his touch). Instantly a soft flute begun to play in his ears, accompanied by the gentle lull of a harp and a quiet sparkling. James felt himself relax, all the tension draining out of his body. Erik must have noticed too, because James heard his laughter die down to be replaced with a slightly concerned silence. "Don't worry man," James said, "music's just really pretty..." He trailed off with a slight giggle, but heard Erik give an affirmative just before a silky, sultry voice started to speak.

"Welcome traveler, to the beautiful world of Silverflame. An untamed paradise where strange beasts roam the land, noble adventurers go forth in search of treasure, and the most wonderful magic [James shuddered] is woven. You are the latest brave, beautiful heroine [Heroine? Shouldn't I get to choose my character's gender first?] to step foot into this land. But first, tell us a bit about who you really are."

Pink sparkles rained across the screen, superimposing his view of a vibrant meadow with a series of stats. Physique, IQ, Wisdom, and Charisma, fairly standard stuff. And next to it, a human man with a blank, slightly happy expression on his face [...did he look familiar?]. James gasped, he looked just like a real person! Erik was suitably impressed by this information, and urged him to pick some stats so he can get to the body modification. "You can always change them later man, might as well pick a couple of stats now and get a move on. Sounds like you're not gonna get to pick your gender for a while, which kinda sucks. Buuut if we're being horny about this, you might as well go for a slut scaffold so you make less changes later." James chuckled at this, remembering the build they discussed one night while both sloshed beyond belief. For this game it would be high Physique and Charisma, low IQ and Wisdom. James touched the slider for Physique, and gasped as he felt himself feel... better than he had in a long time.

Not trusting his senses any more, and worrying about Erik being exposed to whatever was happening from the other side of the headset, James brushed off his concerned questions (which he could barely hear now, past the soothing, soothing, music) and suggested he went to the toilet, since he'd been holding it in since he got here. Erik grumbled at missing out, but mercifully left. James was actively sweating from what just went through his body, but couldn't muster the energy or concentration to feel the level of panic he knew he should be. The music was just so, so calming, that fear was harder to feel than usual. The prompt told him he still had to change two more stats, so he decided to turn down Wisdom. He gasped again and his vision went blurry, and when it cleared he felt a bit, fuzzier? In the head. But it wasn't too bad, in fact it was perfectly manageable. He felt even calmer now, so maybe changing another stats would make him feel better. Why not IQ? He tapped the slider.

He groaned as an immense pressure wrapped around his brain. Thoughts, aspirations, memories felt like they were melting from his head faster than they appeared. The pressure seemed like it lasted forever, but eventually it trailed off and he was left panting in his chair. It had felt, really good? Like, tots good, even. James giggled to himself. Something was different about him, but he couldn't think what. Oh well, it'll probably come to him later. He squealed in delight as he realized he could get a step closer to the body modification page, although he looked longingly at the IQ slider. He could come back to it later, for now it was time to make his super-hot elf slut a body!

James clapped to himself with delight as a cute little melody played, a shower of sparkles spiraled [spiraled...] across the screen, and the man on the side moved to the center of the screen. "Firstly", the sultry voice said, "choose what race you want to be." That was an easy choice. He clicked on the 'Elf' button, and shivered as he felt tingles run through his body, intensifying in his ears. Reaching up to touch them, he inhaled as he felt long, pointed tips. In fact, his whole body seemed a bit slimmer. This doesn't quite feel right... he thought. Oh I know! It must be making me an elf too! Maybe we'll be in a party together! Between the strange fuzziness and the pulsating heat in his groin, James quickly flicked to the next page and made his choices. Long, silver hair, gorgeous big purple eyes, and some giant perky lips. "Combination unlocked!" the narrator exclaimed, "+1 Charisma, -1 Wisdom!" James giggled again as the mental fog settled a little tighter around his brain and naughty thoughts about cute girls and boys filled his brain. Boys? Well I guess I've never minded swinging both ways... This felt natural to him, because of course he'd always been bisexual. Next screen!

"Choose your voice young heroine," the woman commanded. James felt a little strange, like her voice was echoing around his head. And why were the sparkles still there, spinning and spinning around the screen. He felt confused, but knew he had to obey that voice. He picked the sexiest combination for his own voice; high pitched, breathy, perky. "Combination unlocked! +1 Charisma, -1 Int." He moaned as that wonderful pressure wrapped his brain and his weekend plans changed to eyeing hunks at the beach. Girls were cool and all, but men had always been more interesting to him [and their pulsing, hard...].

"Now heroine, can you tell me: Are you a girl, or a boy?" The question sent shock waves through his brain. He was a he... right? Why did it feel like there was some longing, some need to acknowledge the woman in him... her? The fog, the music, the spirals, all the feelings he had been having, James could hardly think. Maybe he should think less. Being a girl sounded fun, it's just a character after all. And he needed to be sexy. "Wonderful choice young lady! Now, are you a dominatrix, a super-switch, or a bimbo slut?" Bimbo slut~ James giggled as the words echoed in her brain. She was a bit of a slut, now that she thought about it. It felt odd to pick it, but why not for funsies? "Bimbo slut selected! Wonderful choice, just wonderful. Hold still while your stats are adjusted, and then we'll begin on giving you the perfect, sexy body you've always wanted."

The spirals filled her view and began increasing in speed. James was taken aback at first, but quickly felt oddly calm and receptive to that sultry voice.

"Physique +1, Physique +1, Physique +1." James felt wonderful, like every ache and blemish in his body had faded away.

"Wisdom -1, Wisdom -1." Thinking was fuzzy, but Jamella felt so content she didn't care.

"Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1. Charisma +1." Jamella gasped as visions of sexy men, pecs and abs and juicy, throbbing cocks filled her mind. A desperate heat filled her, and she began touching her groin against her will to try and ease it.

"IQ -1." She moaned, feeling light.

"IQ-1." Empty. She was so, wonderfully empty.

"IQ -1." This was like, so much funsies! She didn't know what was going on, but everything felt so nice~

"IQ -1. Congratulations Ella, you now have the 'Bimbo Slut' build."

Ella giggled absently. Thinking was like, so hard, and she felt like, so hard~. The fun spirals had disappeared... But the nice lady was talking to her again! With great effort, she listened in. "Now that your mental changes are complete, it's time for the physical changes!" Ella rubbed her thighs together and cheered in excitement. She couldn't wait to have more fun! "Unless you choose so now, the process will be au-to-ma-tic [...why was she using such big words?]. You can choose to take over at any time, or wait until the end and adjust as you please [...please. That word felt funny in her brain]".

"No user input detected. Body adjustment commencing."

A nice shiver went through Ella's body as she felt her headset warm against her face. Looking at the boring young man she'd begun to customize (her reflection, of course), she couldn't wait to begin! She sighed happily as waves of pretty silver hair drifted into her view and cascaded down her back. It felt especially nice against her smooth, soft skin, and she couldn't help but gently shake her head to watch it sway. A cool feeling brought her attention to her face, and the alluring amethyst eyes now set in it. Her face itself became much more elegant [but cutesy, too!], and she puckered her lips as a lovely pressure made them swell and bulge out, giving her a sexy and kissable pout [the boys'll love this look! boys~]. She felt herself shrink a few centimeters, gulping as her Adam's apple disappeared into her body. In fact, her whole body had become even more slender, with narrow shoulders, adorably small hands [pretty purple nails!], and a tiny little waist. She gasped, then clasped her hands over her mouth in delight. Her voice was so high and cutesy! She couldn't stop herself from giving out tiny, high-pitched giggles, just to hear how cute she was!

"Basic body structure altered. Adjusting outfit in preparation for primary and secondary sexual characteristics."

Ella ooh'ed appreciatively as a stream of sparkles enveloped her body. And when they disappeared, she squealed in delight! Her drab t-shirt and denim shorts were gone! In their place was a beautiful silver mini-dress that shimmered like starlight when she moved. She frowned in vexation, though. The plunging chest and shoulder-less design was very pretty, but her chest was flat! [shouldn't I have tiddies? The boys won't like me like this...] And the way it clung to her waist and hips would have been sexy, but as it was there was barely any difference between them! Her ass wasn't nearly big enough to justify how the dress cut off barely past it, and with how tight the fabric was Ella could see how achingly hard she was [wait, why do I have a cock? I'm supposed to get cock! In my mouth, in my ass, in my tight little pussy~]. It wasn't right!

"Thank you for your patience sweetie. Optimal figure calculated. Prepare for adjustment of sexual characteristics."

Ella let out a moan as a wave of heat and pleasure washed over her. With how horny she was she could barely keep her eyes open, but she knew she wanted to watch herself become the sexy little [cum] slut she was meant to be [I want it... I want to be~]. The heat settled in her hips, her ass, and her chest, and she moaned again as the changes begun.

Her nipples grew first, more than doubling in size and stiffening through the soft fabric of her dress. Tentatively touching them induced a gasp of pleasure [so nice~] and sent her rocking backwards. The motion made her giggle, because in that time she'd grown a cute pair of B-cup breasts that jiggled when she rocked. Jiggle makes me giggle. I like giggling. I like jiggling. Ella nodded thoughtfully to herself, feeling very wise. Her boobies grew to C-cups. She jiggled some more. She giggled some more.

A tightness around her hips distracted Ella from her tiddies. They were growing! She groaned as fabric and flesh tightened around them, too euphoric to feel pain. Sliding her hands from her waist to her hips made her squeal happily. She had such a sexy hourglass figure, she knew any girl worth her money would be jealous [and the boys would wanna hold me and squeeze me and fuck me raw]. Thighs thickening dramatically in response to her growth, she slapped her ass in impatience. Why won't it get bigger already!

But get bigger it did, swelling out in response to her touch. She fell forward as sheer pleasure blanketed her mind and weakened her knees. Squishing her boobies against the ground made her feel even nicer, until she was panting and moaning for somebody to help, to hit her again and make her bigger~

A slap landed on her booty, and she groaned in delight as it and her thighs swelled again. More. More! I NEED MORE! She moaned in ecstasy as blow after blow landed, making her swell and grow and grow and swell and feel so gooooood! Her tits inflated to D, then E-cups [good for the boys. I can jiggle so well for them~]. Her hips widened and thighs thickened, until she looked ridiculously large compared to her waist [ridicu... ridic... really, really sexy...] And her ass kept growing, and growing, and growing and growing and growing and growing! Tighter! Around my cock! Cock... I... oh~ Too... too... much! Too much! I'm~ I'm!

OooOOoOoOOooOoOoooOOOOOHHH~

Ella screamed in delight as she came, just cumming and cumming and cumming her tiny little brain out.

"Wisdom -1. IQ -1. Charisma +1. Charisma +1."

She was desperate, humping against the ground as the flow of cum abated from her cock. Everything she had been was flowing out of her messy stupid brain, and everything that she should be was coming in. Boys... Cock... Need fuck... Breed~ I'm such a dumb little cum slut~ She giggled to herself.

"Final adjustment required."

Ella stood up shakily, the bottom of her dress a cum-soaked mess. She squealed with delight as the mental fog settled even tighter and she felt an intense heat in her groin. She could see the tops of nipples trying to break free from her dress, and could feel the air drift over her ass, which had mostly escaped the fabric in her growth. So sexy. Hehe~ Boy can take me~ Don't even need dress off~ Thinking hard... Her ass and hips had pulled up so much fabric that her cock was visible now, deflating and still leaking from her orgasm, but she gasped in pleasure as it began rising up again. And, as she felt something long and hard brush her booty [cock? Boys? Fuck?].

A pressure like hands on her shoulders forced her to her knees, and she whimpered in desire as she felt an unseen cock touch her cheek. At the same time, something began intensely stimulating her own. She reflexively opened her mouth in a moan, but was cut off as she felt the cock shove inside [Feels~ Feels!].

All thought stopped.

Her mind was blank, full of pleasure and desire and happiness. Her cock felt good like it never had before, and the dick in her mouth tasted wonderful~ This was what Ella was made for, what she was meant to be. Feeling good, feeling sexy, feeling a pleasant emptiness that could only be filled with cock. Her haze reached a crescendo. Dimly she was aware of her own cries of ecstasy, muffled by the cock fucking her mouth and mind, as she came harder than she even had before. And as she came, her dick shrunk with each spurt until it went inside her [inside me!]. The cock withdrew from her mouth, filling her with a desperate longing. Emma moaned for her unseen hero, then gasped as she felt him once more. And blinked in surprise as the pretty meadow and her sexy reflection disappeared.

She was kneeling on the floor of an unfamiliar room. Shaking off a little of her confusion [don't need know much anyways...], she gasped as the tell-tale smell of pre-cum filled her nose. There was a man standing in front of her!

Sandy-blonde hair. Body like a surfer hunk! Naked. With a massive, sexy cock, dripping with her saliva and it's own juices. Ella moaned in desire, falling on all fours. Visibly trembling with lust, he tenderly cupped her cheek and slowly moved behind her.

Touching her with his [cock!].

Ever so gently, on the edge of her [...pussy!!!!]

He rammed inside her, and she screamed as an absolute feeling of rightness, of sexiness and pleasure and single-minded happiness rushed through her [MORE! HARDER! COCKKKK~]. Riding his dick she felt herself go into a trance, with nothing, absolutely nothing, disturbing her feelings. Ever. This was right. Ella moaned and surrendered to herself, drifting away on her lover's cock and mindless pleasure.

#hypnosis #tgtf #brain drain #breast expansion #hip expansion #ass expansion #hypnok1nk #bimboification #expansion #ally's kinks

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luvj4key · 1 month

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

୨ৎ pairing: enha x female reader ୨ৎ genre: fluff ୨ৎ word count: 2.3k ୨ৎ warnings: blood, menstrual cycle ୨ৎ requested? yes

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆:

You, Heeseung, and the boys decided to plan a small get-together at your place in celebration of their recent tour. You were in charge of setting up and cleaning up so you were constantly moving around. To your defense, you just liked having a clean environment, plus you wanted the boys to have some time to themselves.

After numerous attempts from Heeseung, he finally managed to get you to sit down and hang out with him and the boys. The eight of you guys had a blast, there was laughter, meaningful conversations. It’s your average hangout with a bunch of close friends.

An hour passes and you notice a mess starting to pile up on the table. Wanting a clean environment, you decide to go and tidy up the mess. Heeseung was slightly occupied with watching Ni-ki and Jake go crazy about beating each other in a video game, he diverted his eyes over to you - a habit he tends to have whenever you’re around - a fond expression appeared on his face as he watched you be immersed in your own little world. ‘How did I get so lucky to have someone like you in my life?” he thought. He was immediately snapped out of his daze when eyes trailed down to your pants. His eyes widen as he sees the red stain on your pants and immediately dashes over to cover you.

Surprised by his sudden appearance behind you, you ask, “What? Are you okay?”

Not knowing how to tell you, he places his hands on your waist. “I don’t want you to freak out or anything babe but uh…” he whispers the next part, “There’s a stain on your pants.”

Completely ignoring Heeseung’s request on not freaking out, you do. Your eyes widen, “You’re joking, there’s no way.” you panic.

“It’s okay, I don’t think anyone saw. Let’s go get you changed, I’ll stay behind you to cover you”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆:

It’s safe to say that Jay knows everything about you. He makes sure of it. He pays attention to everything: your mood patterns, the things you like, the things you dislike, literally anything so when there’s a slight change in your behavior, he’s immediately suspicious of it.

You weren’t planning on doing much today because you knew that you were going to start your period soon but Jay insisted for you to come over and spend some time with him since his members weren’t home. Let’s just say, you can never turn down an offer to hang out with your boyfriend especially since it’s rare for you two to have some time together. So here you were, nestled in Jay’s arms watching a new movie that came out together.

Everything was going smoothly, however, Jay noticed how unusually quiet you were but decided to not ask you about it in case it was just because you were tired or something along those lines. Instead, he decided to just note it and continue to observe to see if something was actually wrong. It wasn’t until you excused yourself to go to the bathroom when everything started to come together.

Sighing, you realized that you started your period. Luckily no accidents occurred, however you’re just going to have to deal with it for the rest of the day. Collecting yourself, you return from the bathroom and settle back into Jay’s arms. Noticing how dejected you looked for the remainder of the time, Jay grew suspicious. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Mhm”

“Okay, what’s wrong?” he sat up slightly to get a better look at you.

“Nothing, I’m just not feeling so great today.”

Instantly going into mother mode, he brings his hand up to your forehead, “Are you sick? I mean, I guess you do feel a little warm. I’ll get some medicine for you-“ he said, immediately getting up but you quickly grabbed his hand to sit him back down.

“Jay, no it’s fine I’m just on my period no worries”

“So? I’m still going to get you some medicine. Lay down baby, I’ll be back”

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍:

It’s usually a rare occurrence for you to wake up before Jake. Usually it’s him that wakes you up because - in his words - “it gets too lonely” when he’s the only one awake so your solution to that would be to cuddle for the remaining time you had in the morning left together. Today unfortunately wasn’t one of those days. The night before you started to experience one of your pre-period symptoms but you didn’t think too much of it since your tracker showed that you’re supposed to get your period a week after. Apparently, you were wrong and your period decided to make an early appearance.

You woke up to a cramping sensation in your lower abdomen and immediately knew what was going on. You grimaced, hoping that the universe was going to be nice to you and not stain anything. You turned your head to the side and saw that Jake was peacefully sleeping, showing no signs of movement. Gently moving his arm from your waist, you slowly sat up and shifted backwards and to your horror, revealing the small stain on your bedsheets. “Shit” you muttered under your breath. You felt Jake stir beside you, you held your breath hoping that you didn’t wake him.

“Baby?” he called out softly, “What’s wrong?” he sat up and rubbed the tired out of his eyes. Glancing over at you and where you were looking, he immediately understood what was happening.

Thinking of his silence as a sign of anger and disgust, you panicked and were quick to say, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I-I’ll go-“

“Hey, no don’t apologize love, it’s not your fault,” he reassured, getting out of bed. “Let’s go get you cleaned up first then we’ll just change the sheets no big deal.”

Still feeling embarrassed you whispered, “I’m sorry Jake, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Walking up to you, he shushed you and pulled you into his embrace, “Stop apologizing, it happens. You’re okay, I’ll take care of you.” he said gently, pressing a kiss onto the crown of your hair.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍:

Today was the day you and Sunghoon had to go out and run some errands. You thought it was going to be a quick little trip since you didn’t need to buy much so you didn’t think to bring your bag - which carried all your necessities. You only brought your wallet which honestly was a normal thing for you.

All throughout the trip, you felt a small cramping and stomach turning sensation but you ignored it because you figured that you would be leaving soon. It didn’t come to mind that you were starting your period that day. The two of you made it through a couple of stores already and are at the final stop. You ventured a little further ahead of Sunghoon to grab a few items you needed while he strayed behind, distracted by the products he came across. Spotting an item that’s on a higher shelf, you call out, “Hoon, can you help grab this for me please?”

“Of course,” he said, walking over. Coming up from behind you, he places a hand on your waist, “Which one is it?” he asked, to which you pointed at what the item was. He reached up and grabbed it with no problem and handed it to you. You smiled at him in gratitude and continued with finding the next item. As you walked away, Sunghoon noticed something on the back of your pants. Thinking about it for a moment and finally realizing what it was, he took off his jacket and quickly walked up to you. You stopped as you felt him tie his jacket around your waist.

You tilted your head in confusion, “Why?”

He shook his head, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it love. I can tell you later in the car”

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎:

Today had to be one of your worst days out of your cycle. The cramps were just hitting you from left and right and it was draining all the energy out of you. However, that didn’t stop you from wanting to make dinner for your boyfriend. You loved cooking for Sunoo, it was a way to show him how much you love and care about him so whenever he says that he’s hungry, you’re quick to make him something even if you’re not feeling the greatest. You’re always willing to put him first.

You were in the middle of cooking a meal for Sunoo until suddenly you were hit with another wave of cramps. It was almost unbearable, it made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. Putting down the spoon, you leaned over the counter in hopes that it would help relieve the pain.

Sunoo made his way into the kitchen to check on you because he was able to smell the delicious aroma of food but when he came in and saw you doubled over in pain, his stomach dropped. Running over to you, he asked worriedly, “Y/N? Are you in pain? Do you need me to call the ambulance?”

“No no Sunoo, I’m okay. I’m just dealing with some bad cramps right now” you reassured him.

“Cramps? Then why are you over here in the kitchen? You should be resting” he said, going over to the stove to turn it off.

He grabbed your wrist and led you to your room, ignoring your groans saying that you’re fine. “I can always make my own dinner Y/N, you need to rest.”

Finally reaching your bedroom, Sunoo urges you to climb into bed and tucks you in. “See? That wasn’t so hard was it? I’m going to the store to grab some snacks for us, yeah? I’ll be back” he said, kissing the top of your head.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍:

You woke up feeling absolutely gross and icky. You were in no condition of leaving your house nor did you want your boyfriend to see you in such condition. You were supposed to meet up with Jungwon today to hang out but to your disappointment, you really didn’t feel good. You didn’t want to risk taking the fun out of the hang out if you did decide to push through the gross feeling. Sighing, you reached over to grab your phone to send a message to Jungwon asking if you can reschedule your date because you weren’t feeling well.

Jungwon felt his phone vibrate next to him and smiled when he saw that it was a message from you. However, his smile fell once he read that you weren’t feeling well. It wasn’t like you to cancel so suddenly but then again, emergencies happen. That still doesn’t stop him from worrying about you. Wanting to see for himself, he sets off to your house.

Hearing a knock at your front door, you push through the sick feeling in your stomach to go open it. Behind the door revealed your boyfriend holding a bouquet of flowers as well as a box of chocolate. “Jungwon? What are you doing here?”

“Are you okay? You said you weren’t feeling well.” he said worriedly and immediately pulled you into a hug.

“Oh Wonnie, it’s because I’m on my period. It’s making me feel a little sick so I had to cancel our plans,” you frowned, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay but since you’re on your period, we can’t let these chocolates go to waste.”

You smiled, “You really didn’t have to get me all this, Jungwon”

“Why not? My girlfriend deserves something that would make her feel better.”

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈:

Ni-ki wasn’t nosy - well most of the time he tries not to. He didn’t mean to glance at your phone when it vibrated. He just so happened to be near it when it went off. Looking at the notification for a second, his eyes landed on its source, the period tracker. The notification was saying how you may be experiencing a certain symptom today. Confused, Ni-ki took a second to try and figure out what this meant. Are you on your period already or will you be starting it soon? He might as well just ask you when you come back right? There’s no harm in that…right?

You come back into the living room with a couple of snacks and quickly settle back onto the couch next to your boyfriend. You noticed how quiet he got, it seemed like he was hesitating to say something. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

After a second of silence, he asks, “Are you on your period?”

You were taken aback by his sudden question, “What?” you said, raising an eyebrow. You don’t know if you should be offended or not.

“I saw a notification from your period tracker so I was wondering if you were on it.”

“Oh,” you said, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, “Yeah I am…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?! I could’ve gone and bought stuff for you” he groaned. This was not how you imagined him to react.

At a loss for words you stammered, “I didn’t think to tell you because it’s not that important?”

“But it’s the first time you ever had your period with me, I wanna treat you.” he whined.

“There’s really no need for that,” you let out a laugh “What’s up with you? You’re rarely ever like this.”

“Wow. You’re really doubting my sincerity? Sorry for being an awesome, handsome, and caring boyfriend.”

#luvj4key's collection💌#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #heeseung imagines #jay imagines #jake sim imagines #sunghoon imagines #sunoo imagines #jungwon imagines #ni-ki imagines

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sl-vega · 3 months

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✧It's a Date Then✧

Pairing: Itoshi Rin x Reader

Genre: fluff

Synopsis: Just Rin trying to ask his crush out last minute

The moment the bell rang, Rin sprang from his desk, grabbed his backpack, and burst into a sprint.

Fifteen minutes. He needed to leave for the game in fifteen minutes. That meant he had exactly fifteen minutes—well, more like ten, since he still needed to get his stuff from his locker—to find you, and ask you to the Spring Formal.

Of course I had to leave this for the last minute, he groaned silently, rushing through the hallway. The Spring Formal was tomorrow night. And he’d had so many chances to ask you. The assembly earlier this week where the two of you ended up sitting next to each other (and where your hands brushed his!). That time he saw you at a home game. All of those moments where he stole glances at you in the lunchroom or passed by you in the halls.

But each and every time, he could never seem to tell you

Rin wasn’t dense. He knew what people thought of him. He knew that he was always being compared to his oh-so-perfect older brother.

You, though… everyone adored you.

Not in the way where you were hot enough to get away with being obnoxious or some shit. People liked you because you were nice, kind, and selfless. You took his breath away sometimes. He thought you were incredible.

What am I even doing? He thought. There were probably loads of guys lining up to ask you out. Plus he didn’t even like dances, so what reason would you have to choose him?

He considered backing out, as he slowed himself down. If you said no, it would’ve been a waste of time trying to track you down. No, he told himself. He wasn’t quitting now. So what if you said no? He had the game to distract him later.

But God, if you said yes he thought. He’d finally have a chance with you. All those times where he's caught himself staring at you, all those times where he’d be grinning like an idiot when he thought about your smile… Maybe something could actually come from all that.

Rin picked up the pace again as he ran to your classroom, hoping that maybe you stayed back to help with cleanup, knowing you, you probably did.

When he ran into the classroom, he didn’t see you, rather, he saw someone else.

“Hey Rin, looking for someone?”

Of course Isagi of all people had to be in here. But for you, he could resist wanting to wipe that smug-ass look off his face for now.

Of course Isagi knew what Rin thought of you, it was pretty easy to notice his ever-stoic teammate blushing and tripping over his words around you.

Snapping him out of his thoughts, Isagi said “She’s outside, she asked me if I knew where you’d be, she’s waiting for you by the bus.”

Rin was silent for a second, considering how to react.

“Thanks…”

“What was that?~”

“Shut up.”

Rin dashed out of the door rushing outside. When he got to the parking lot, he saw you. You were clearly looking for someone. At some point you stopped pacing around, you looked dejected, it was clear the person you were looking for wasn’t in there. He saw you turn around and when the two of you made eye contact, your face lit up.

God you were so cute. He could’ve sworn his heart almost gave up on him.

“Hey Rin!”

You smiled at him, beaming.

It was now or never

“H-hey” Fuck, of course he stuttered

“There’s something I want to ask you” the two of you said at the same time.

Rin turned bright red, and you giggled.

“You first,” you said with a chuckle.

He breathed in and out. God I probably look really pathetic right now he thought.

“So the Spring Formal is tomorrow, and I was wondering if you’d want to go with me?” he sped up the last bit, he felt his voice getting higher as he asked you the question.

You smiled.

“Of course I’ll go with you Rin.”

He had to resist pumping his fist then and there, he already made a total fool of himself.

“So it’s a date then?” you asked.

“Totally” Rin responded, trying to sound casual. He heard your phone buzz.

“Sorry I need to get going” you said as you looked down at your phone. Rin could’ve sworn he heard some disappointment in your voice. It gave him a small bit of hope that you felt the same way.

Before you turned around to leave, you gently pecked his cheek. “Good luck with your game by the way.” you said, with your face slightly flushed. You waved goodbye as you walked away.

It took him a second to register what happened. Then, it hit him. First of all, his crush agreed to go to the dance with him, second of all you kissed him.

A date huh?

#itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #rin itoshi x you #isagi yoichi #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction

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Reading about the Midoriya kids always makes my heart so warm 💙 (even if they are making a mess) they *almost* make me want to have kids in the future

And does the sports festival still happen in your universe? If so, do you think Toshinori would win? I take into account that he has much greater control of the OFA than Izuku did at that time

I LOVE writing for them. They're such cute little sprouts. I've always wanted kids in my future so I like channeling my thoughts and dreams into them.

The sports festival does indeed happen!!!

Interesting fact about YN's quirk if she ever did have her quirk (sometimes in my head she does), her quirk is binding or upgrading quirk. So she can make sure that whoever she chooses to use her quirk on, their body suits their quirk and his compatible and optimised to its fullest potential.

Now it was a smart decision that the commission had her working for them hoping that a hero would fall in love with her and they were very lucky it was Izuku. Because of her quirk, unknowingly to the both of them initially, One for All became bounded to Izuku's genes and isn't necessarily passed down by DNA by choice.

So when Toshinori is born is assumed to be quirkless, he isn't. He just didn't try and ever use it until his dad "gave it" to him. That's why Toshinori is so good at using One for All. He was born with it and its infused with his DNA with no repercussions from the previous users.

Izuku is a much better teacher than All Might was to him, so Toshinori's been training and getting stronger and using his quirk since like the age of ten. He's very strong and versatile with it.

Kane just managed the burst of air that Toshinori aimed at him. The blond teenager landed on the ground, his palms sparking as he ran over to Toshinori. Toshinori stood his ground. This was the last game for the Sports Day, and the determining one to figure out who would take home the gold.

Kane snapped his fingers and suddenly an explosion was detinated on Toshinori's shoulder making the green haired boy stumble. Toshinori stumbled to the ground, grasping his shoulder with a hiss but looked up at Kane with a glare. He had forgotten that Kane had touched his shoulder earlier.

One of the scary things about Bakugou Kane was the fact that his quirk, although being identical to his father's had a twist. Any place he had touched with his sweat, he could detonate minutes later like a planted invisible bomb. Times explosions. A scary quirk that was powerful in nature and design.

Kane put a grin on his face, aiming to blast his friend right out of the perimeter to take the win.

Immediately Toshinori dashed to the side with a flash of light and decided to try the one part of his quirk he was still trying to perfect. Without warning, dark green tendrils burst from Toshinori's knuckles and wrapped around his best friend. Kane's eyes widened in surprise, not having been told of this new development of Toshinori's quirk before. Toshinori smirked before throwing Kane out of the ring.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH YAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Present Mic screamed into his microphone as Toshinori was the last one standing. "There he is!! Our winner of this years First Year's Sport Festival. MIDORIYA TOSHINORI!!!"

Your husband shot out of his seat. "YESSS!!!" He cheered, his hands up in the air as tears brimmed in his eyes in pride!! "THAT'S MY BOY!" He shouted making you laugh but you cheered along side him. You saw your baby on the jumbotron, smiling as he waved.

Then you saw his eyes recognise you. "MOM!" He shouted waving his hands. "Dad! I won! Did you see it!!" You could see the child like sparkle in his eyes!

Izuku gripped the railing with a broad smile on his freckled face. "Good job kiddo!!" He shouted down to him. "That's my son!" Izuku boasted as he turned around to brag.

-Glitch1d

#dilf izuku x reader #dilf midoriya #glitch1d questions #Midoriya Family Shenanigans

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holdmytesseract · 5 months

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Catch Me If You Can

Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: You and Loki play a little 'game' in the forests of Asgard.

Warnings: hide and seek? chasing? handcuffs? thirst, swear words, fluff, spice and very suggestive smut, of course - because it's for LGG ;)

Word Count: 2,2k

a/n: If I remeber correctly, it's @lokisgoodgirl 's birthday today. 😁 Therefore, I wrote a lil' something - and I know that you love this AU, so... Happiest of Birthdays, my wonderful, talented, beautiful friend! I love you! 🥰❤️

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The wooden ground beneath your feet rustled and crunched; aching a bit underneath your weight. Your steps were precise. Almost calculated. No twig snapped or cracked - luckily. Every wrong step could give you away. You had to be fast and quiet.

A cakewalk.

You stopped a second to look up in the sky, which was almost impossible. High, thick trees shielded your view. But there was no doubt... It would get dark soon. Time was running out.

Your breath was laboured; left your lips in small clouds of smoke.

It got cold.

You didn't feel the coldness, though. Your body was heated, due to the running and high adrenaline level within your system. Hot blood pumped through your veins.

The sheer inaudible sound of a breaking twig caused your head to snap behind you.

Nothing. Yet.

You quickly found your focus again, adjusted the sword, which was strapped to your back and kept on running; quietly cursing underneath your breath. You had worked hard for this advantage - and now you had squandered it.

He was close. You could tell. You weren't stupid. And if you'd make one wrong step now or stop, you were sure that he'd catch you. Something you couldn't allow to happen.

As you were running, your brain worked hard to choose the right path - which wasn't easy. The forest was huge - and yet he had 'found' you that quick. As if you were a wounded animal; leaking blood in the ocean. And he was the shark, smelling the blood. You needed a plan. Right now.

The gears in your head started to turn and when you passed by an all too familiar glade, it fell like scales from your eyes. Of course! Why didn't I think earlier of this!

If you can't outrun him, let him outrun you.

You smirked; quickly making a sharp left turn.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings ahead and when you spotted the huge fir, which had been split by lightning, you smiled.

Exactly where I wanted to lure him.

You looked behind you for a moment; swearing that you saw something blue flash between the trees.

Got you.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Intentionally, you slowed your tempo; let him get closer - until you could practically feel his presence behind you.

You stopped at an old oak - exactly the one you had to stop; pretending to catch your breath. But your eyes kept on roaming the area around you. There was nothing. No one to be seen.

And then everything happened fast.

He literally came out of nowhere, big, blue, veiny hands winding themselves around your waist like a tendril, before bulging muscles tore you (gently) to the cold, moist mossy ground. You knew it was going to happen, but nevertheless you didn’t see it coming.

"Got you, my queen."

You shook your head; giggling. It wasn't quite easy to tame yourself at the sight of your husband looking so dashing in the slowly sinking sun - but somehow, you managed.

A dark velvet voice purred from above you.

Loki was hovering over your laying body. His hands pinned your wrists to the ground; holding them in a firm but not painful grip. Your legs were secured between his knees; powered by the warrior's strong legs. The leather of his loincloth strained against the king's thick thighs.

His abs clenched with every sharp breath he took; hot breath fanning against your face.

"You wish, my king. What do you dream about at night?"

"Mhh," you purred.

A deep chuckle rumbled through Loki's chest; a few strands of curly raven hair falling into his face. "Mostly you, darling... And the sinful sounds leaving those pretty lips whenever I worship the holy temple your body is."

You had to swallow hard, in order to not squirm or squeak up at his words. His charming, tempting words never failed to affect you - and you had a hard time trying to not let it show right now.

Now wasn't the right time to give in to his seductive words. Loki could be a mischievous scamp - and you knew exactly that he would use his silver-tongue to trick you into losing. But not today. Time to beat him at his own game.

You bit your lip and stared directly into his beautiful ruby eyes. "Tempting. As always..." You pulled him into a passionate kiss; lips moving against his, teeth clashing.

You kept on biting, nibbling and sucking on his lips, when you started to move. With your hands firmly tangled around his neck, you managed to stand up; forcing your husband to get on his feet as well. Loki's palms glided over your back to settle on your ass; squeezing the supple flesh and yanking your hips into his. You couldn't help the small moan which slipped past your opened lips; feeling Loki latch on your pulse point.

The Jotun king's eyes fluttered shut. A moan threatened to leave his throat, but you swallowed it whole by even depending the kiss.

Once Loki was completely lost in the little make out session, you acknowledged that the time had come for you to turn the tables.

Focus, Y/N, focus.

You brought his mouth back on yours, before you started to back him up. Only a few more steps...

"...but your silver-tongue won't save you this time, my king. You won't win this game."

Right after your words had left your lips - and Loki confused, he stepped inside the trap you had build decades ago. A rope slung itself around his ankles and brought the hunky warrior to his knees, before pulling him off the ground. The trap was reckless; didn't show any mercy and caused Loki to end up hanging upside down on a tree, above the ground; dangling helplessly back and forth.

While Loki yelped up in surprise, you just giggled and stepped closer. "Told you so, my love." You tapped the space between his strong pecs with your hand; feeling the dark, fine hair which grew there tickling your palm. Loki was way too stunned to answer something in that moment. He just stared at you, then at your hand and back.

"Tag, you're it!" You giggled with a wink and turned on your heels to run away.

All you heard was a loud groan of your husband, followed by his voice calling out to you. "Little minx! Just you wait until I have freed myself!"

It took Loki longer than you expected to free himself from the little trap you had lured him into. It gave you just enough time to complete the plan you had forged inside your head to walk victorious out of that little playful game of tag and hide and seek.

And now that the tables had turned, time was on your side. Not much longer and the sun would be replaced by the moon; announcing your victory.

Checking your surroundings one last time, you started to climb a big, high oak and settled on a strong branch; leaning against the stem. This tree was perfect to hide yourself in. Thick with leafs to keep you shielded from Loki's view but not thick enough to keep him shielded from your view. You smiled to yourself. The victory is mine.

Time passed - and was running out for Loki. While he made use of all his hunting and tracking abilities, you were literally enjoying yourself up in the tree; watching a few wild animals and listened to the bird's songs.

You had gained enough distance and left the perfect amount of clues for your husband to find you just when the sun was about to set.

He may be the best hunter and warrior of Jotunheim - but Asgard is my playground, you thought to yourself with a smirk, as you watched him approach you through your binocular.

You watched your husband's head snap into your direction; fierce ruby eyes scanning the area. He froze in all his movements for a moment; just listening and observing, before he started to walk straight towards the tree you were hiding in.

You prepared yourself for the final step of your plan; getting into position and loosening the rope attached to your belt.

When Loki was in earshot, you reached above yourself and broke a twig into two, gaining his attention. After all, you needed to make sure that he was walking past this oak.

He took the bait.

Smirking, you climbed into position and directed your gaze beneath you. The king had learned to move quietly as well, but nevertheless you could hear his heavy boots crushing the small twigs and leafs underneath their weight. After all, he was taller, stronger and bulkier than you.

His steps got closer and closer, until he was right underneath the branch you were sitting on - and that was your sign.

You jumped - and landed directly on your husband.

The force of your jump swept the Jotun king off his feet, causing him to land on his butt with a yelp for the second time today. Loki didn't hurt himself, but was way too shocked at what just happened to react. When his brain finally caught up, you had already tied the rope you carried with you around his wrists. Makeshift cuffs.

"Got you, my king," you said with a smile; copying his words. "Again, might I add." You winked at Loki; standing up.

The king sighed and shook his head. "What a tragedy... The best warrior of Jotunheim, defeated by a woman... But your victory is highly deserved. You always had the upper hand."

Loki stayed quite for a moment, before he gazed up at you and gave you a smouldering look, accompanied by a sly smirk. "I came here to win, but..." He inhaled deeply; licking his lips. "Losing to you, my darling wife is so much more fun..." He wiggled his eyebrows and lifted his cuffed hands.

He really likes this.

You giggled and bit your lip. "Uhh, does the powerful king of Jotunheim likes being cuffed?" A dark, sexy chuckle left Loki's lips, which almost caused your knees to buckle. "If it's by his queen, then yes." An idea formed suddenly in your mind at his words. You smiled.

"Be careful what you wish for, husband," you leaned down to whisper into Loki's ears. It sent a shiver down his spine. You could tell.

You reached for the loose end of the rope and tucked at it. "Stand up, prisoner. Time to bring you back where you belong to." You winked at your husband; telling him subtly to play along, if he wished to - and he did. Following your orders, he stood up. "Yes, my queen."

You led him through the Asgardian woods then, back to the palace. It was pitch-dark when you reached the majestic building. Without further ado, you brought him not to the dungeons, of course, but to your chambers...

As soon as the thick, wooden door fell shut behind you and him, your lips were on his; kissing Loki passionately. With one hand still wrapped tightly around the loose end of the rope and the other resting on the strong muscle of his right pectoral, you pushed him backwards; navigating your husband where you wanted him to be - on the bed. Loki let you, of course; was way too lost in the kiss - until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, causing him to fall back.

Ruby eyes stared up to you as he chuckled. "I see I am back where I belong..." Loki mirrored your words and climbed further onto the soft mattress; smiling smugly. "I like that. Do I get a reward now for all the efforts and exertions I had to endure on this little... chase?"

"A reward?" You asked; rounding the bed.

"Oh yes."

"Hmm..." You hummed in a thinking manner; climbing on the bed, too. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" The question had barely left your lips as your hand landed on his muscular thigh. Loki's eyes snapped to where your palm met his flesh. He grinned.

"Can't you tell, my queen?"

Loki's breath hitched; hips involuntarily bucking.

You knew, of course, exactly what he meant. The tight leather loincloth around his hips didn't leave much... space after all.

"Oh, I can tell, prisoner. It's quite obvious, but..." You let your hand glide upwards; ghosting shortly over the obvious evidence.

"I'd like to hear you say it," you purred.

You smiled; pushed him back on his back. "And what would you like as a reward?" "Untie my hands and I'll show you." Loki winked.

Loki took a deep breath; smirking. "Mhhh, a woman who knows what she wants... I like that, too." He adjusted himself on the bed; tried to seductively lay on his side - which wasn't easy being handcuffed.

"May I receive an reward for my fearless bravery?"

Biting your lip, you climbed on top of Loki; settling on his lap - which caused an almost obscene groan to leave his lips.

"No."

Your answer was short and strict and before Loki could blink or even react, he found himself cuffed to the big, comfortable bed; wrists strapped to the bedpost.

"You see, prisoner... I won this little game. Fair and square. So, this..." You gestured towards him, then placed your pointer finger on the skin between his pecs; slowly running it down his chest and abs. "This is my reward. Tonight, I am in control."

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