#i did have to take some time to work out how to adjust it in a way that works here though

[sugoi-writes]

Morning! I have a little silly idea for Alastor x Reader and wanted to share :D

Reader is stressed over some big event that is about to happen in the Hotel (like idk maybe they're throwing a ball or some gala to encourage more sinners to check in) and while she's giving a pep talk to everyone she absentmindedly starts fixing Alastors bowtie/coat/hair and everyone expects him to snap at you (you two were more of rivals than friends) but instead he smiles at you softly and fixes your necklace. You two only realize what you did when Angel "quietly" asks as a joke when did the two of you get married 😅

Sorry this took so long!!! I hope this is doing your prompt a little bit of justice! Please enjoy!!!

No warnings for this one, really! Just some good old fluff and pining (which I DESPERATELY need to work on, HAHA--)

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Everything was hung in place, not a tassel or a drape awry. The decorations and accents, deep reds and lush golds, adorned every surface you could see. It was... gaudy. But it was perfect.

When all was said and done, you clasped your hands together, a triumphant smile on your face. Charlie, being the sweetheart she was, tasked you with orchestrating the grand-reopening ball. She had to admit, it was nice to throw the reigns to someone else for a while. She definitely got some MUCH needed time alone with Vaggie, who was also more than willing to take a backseat.

Your voice cut through the chatter like a knife, silence behalfing the room with your address," Alright... guys, everything looks great. The place looks perfect. Everyone is looking--"

As your eyes flit about the hotel residents, you spy a freshly-apparated Alastor, who was... off. Physically, you mean. You squint for a moment, spying three things: Hair, Bowtie, Handkerchief.

"Sh-Sharp... everyone looks sharp."

Without thinking, you marched right up to the Radio Demon, collective gasps around the room as you touched him. Looks of bewilderment, horror, and amusement surrounded you both. You were preening him, adjusting him... unannounced? With no physical repercussions? How were you still alive?

Both hands shimmied the black bowtie into place," The music is covered, thank you for the recommendations, Alastor--"

"Anytime, dear," he quipped, not flinching in the slightest. His eyes were trained forward, avoiding eye contact as you pat his chest. Charlie's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her skull as you pulled out the handkerchief, refolding and placing it back into Alastor's breast pocket. Another, resolute tap to his chest, and Angel's brain was short circuiting.

"Right-- like I was saying, everything is PERFECT. I need everyone on their BEST behavior when the doors open-- you especially, Angel. Everyone has their roles--"

Angel squinted, pouting as he shifted his weight... His head cocked to the side with a smirk, as if to say 'speak for yourself'! You strained onto your tiptoes, fluffing and adjusting Alastor's fringe, completely oblivious. There was a tinge of hair gel in Alastor's crimson, which surprised you. He had really gone the extra mile... albeit, still a little under perfect. Or maybe, you had just never noticed how much effort he put into his appearance?

"Niffty: keep an eye on the buffet and clean any and all messes. Angel, intel and vibe-checker. We have some big-wigs coming tonight, and I'm sure we could weasel our way into their good graces-- Make sure they're drinking, eating, dancing-- yknow!!! Having a good time!"

Alastor leans his head down for you, allowing easier access to his hair. You silently thank him, your tangent continuing," Charlie, Vaggie: you know the drill. Get them hooked on this place. Give them the razzle-dazzle to get them to stay. Lucifer, sir, you're in charge of the fireworks. I'm sure you have something ENTIRELY too bombastic for this, but-- just try not to scare anyone off tonight, sir???"

Lucifer, though still flabbergasted, gave you a pair of finger guns. This was his way of giving silent acknowledgement.

"Husk, of course: you're on drink detail. The more booze, the looser these guys get. The more likely they'll cave and stay the evening or become a patron--"

You blinked as warm hands were on your collarbone, adjusting your necklace. Though your face burned brightly, you didn't utter a word as Alastor finished his adjustments, giving you a pat on the shoulder. You looked up towards him, a friendly smile shot your way.

No words were exchanged, just smiles. You nod to Alastor, before turning to face the crowd. You weren't expecting to see looks of confusion and shock: everyone looked like deer in headlights. You sigh, chuckling a bit as you crossed your arms," C'mon guys, I know everyone is nervous about reopening to the public today, but we've got this!!! Seriously, everything is absolutely perfect now and--"

"If I can cut in real quick, toots-- are we plannin' a weddin'?" Angel retorts, fanning his hand back and forth between you and the Radio Demon.

"I mean-- not that I'm complainin', but y'gotta warn a guy first. I would've worn somethin' else for such a special day~"

You blink, utterly confused, before it finally clicked. You sputter dramatically, eyes wide and face heated from the implications," I don't-- I don't know what you mean, Angel--"

"Oh honey, we aren't BLIND. Admit it, you're mackin' with Tall, Dark, McNasty. And honestly, I get it. Chase your dreams or whateva. It's kinda cute~"

There were murmurs from the other crew, loosely agreeing to Angel's sentiments.You take a step forward to say something, before a hand clamps onto your shoulder. Your face only grew warmer as Alastor stepped in front of you. His pleasant smile strained, his annoyance further proven by his left, twitching eye.

"Now now, let's not lead the night with accusations and gossip-- though I'm usually a big fan myself~," Alastor mused, his grin widening.

" I'm afraid you all have the wrong idea-- I was just simply making sure everything was perfect. Just as our party host is." Alastor turns to you now, his smile softening," And that's exactly what tonight will be, with you at the helm: perfectly executed."

Angel snorts, leaning over towards Husk as he covers his mouth. A hushed whisper and an eyebrow wiggle are thrown his way," Oh, they're DEFINITELY fuckin'~"

You nearly shrieked as you cover your face with both hands, frustrated," Shut up, shut up, just-- UGH. L-Let's get to our battle stations, guys-- doors open in FIVE MINUTES," you bark. The nervous energy in the hall multiplies before dispersing, as everyone made themselves busy. It was very clear that everyone was trying to ignore the elephant in the room (and failing miserably). You do your best not to smudge your polished appearance as you turn on your heel, making your way towards the bar.

Immediately, you give it a knock, two fingers out. Husker nods, pouring you a double shot of your preferred poison. Swiftly swallowing the elixir of courage, you felt some of the embarrassment melt away. A familiar presence appears beside you, mimicking your knock and drink order. You sigh as Alastor's hand comes into your line of sight, eyes naturally following it as he swirled his drink, before downing it. You couldnt help but focus on the bob of his adam's apple, before you had the decency to look away. Alastor grinned down to you, tilting his head.

"Still troubled by their words, dear?"

You groan," D-Don't call me that, Alastor... Angel's going to feel like he's right," you reply, holding the bridge of your nose. Alastor laughs, leaning against the counter," Oh come now, I'm sure this whole mess will roll off your back by night's end~" Alastor teases, jazz hands accenting his playfuk tone. You groan again, frustrated," UGH, no, if HE'S distracted by that, EVERYONE here will be-- I just-- I don't wanna cause any unnecessary attention. 'For EITHER of us. You have your gambit for tonight, and I have mine... We need this to go WELL, not to be the talk of the town..."

Alastor leans against the counter, back pressing into it as he looks your way. Normally, he would continue to goad you into a precious, pathetic mess, but the look on your face felt too... troubled. You really were overthinking things, his eye catching the way you bit your lip.

The two shots he ingested already softened his edge, his head lolling to the other side," ...'a little advice, then?" You look over at Alastor, surprised by the change of subject.

"Sure. Might as well," you quip, resting your chin on your hand as Husk whisks away your empty glasses.

"If you walk around the room like your hair is on fire, the entire operation goes up in flames... This is commonly seen in management, but works just the same here," Alastor states, pretending to be fascinated with his talons.

"And truly, for tonight, you are the leader, the ringmaster of this event... the others will ask questions, and look to you for guidance. If you walk around like everything is going to fail, then it is destined to. So perk up!" Alastor's hand finds your chin, forcing you to look his way. Your breath catches for a moment, your eyes settling on his face. It was flushed, warm... and a hint of something you can't describe. He was being unreasonably chaste. Is this what Mimzy meant by "sweet as a kitten"?

"I think everything will go as it should, as long as you keep a cool head, dear. And if you can't, well...," Alastor grins as he knocks on the counter, each of you receiving another drink.

"--there's always liquid courage to settle the nerves."

You nod slowly, processing his words. Real, genuine advice... and, some sincerity sprinkled in? Were you really that drunk already??? Deftly, you picked up your glass, almost downing it before Alastor stops you.

" A toast, first."

Alastor grins as he picks up his own glass, clinking it against yours," To your success, my dear."

You move in autopilot as you clink back against his drink," Y-Yeah uhh... to the Hotel's future," you added, the two of swallowing your drinks hastily. Alastor straightens his posture, reaching over to squeeze your arm in reassurance. The radio in the room flicks to a new frequency, changing to a modern, catchy song that you recognized.

" Th-This is--"

"Your favorite, right?" Alastor finishes, his grin widening," Well dear, I am nothing if not accommodating. For tonight, let's have a little fun. Change things up." You nearly jump out of your skin as the front lobby doors begin to open, Alastor's eyes meeting yours.

"I expect to have your first dance. Meet me when you'd like to accept the offer."

And with that, Alastor leaves you, melding into his shadow form to flit to another spot in the room. You blink a few times, still reeling from the entire interaction. You hadn't told Alastor your favorite song. Not even once. And, you never dared to listen to it in front of him, fearing that he would disregard you or even chastise you for your taste.

You feel your heart swelling as you search for Alastor again, mouth falling open in silent protest. You wanted to pester him, ask him how he was able to know something so personal.... However, you are greeted by a sharply dressed demon, all too eager to make your acquaintance.

You allow your hand to be kissed, and pleasantries were exchanged. But ultimately... you felt your eyes constantly searching for Alastor. Maybe Angel was right, you thought... Maybe you did have something going on between the two of you. You felt a blossom that had remained so stubborn finally experience it's long-awaited bloom.

Maybe you did like Alastor. Maybe, just maybe, he liked you too... As the night grew longer, you realized that you just might be content with that.

#hazbin hotel #alastor x y/n #alastor x oc #alastor x you #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel imagine #i tried keeping things pretty GN but hopefully this will suit your tastes!!! #thank you again for your request #im so sorry if this is shit #gdhdhshsjsjsjs

[dcxdpdabbles]

I’ve seen you said you take prompts, so, I had an idea if you’re interested.

So, imagine Danny has an assignment from Clockwork, and as punishment for a prank he pulled where he messed with something and unintentionally pulled CW’s attention away from the timelines for long enough for the Flash to accidentally ruin the timeline, after the timeline was fixed Danny’s forced to go and fix every single broken clock in the solar system. This includes stuff like watches and the batcave clock, maybe a few timed bombs, something on the watchtower, villain bases, etc.. Everyone is extremely confused and concerned as to how and why this eldritch kid with the Mark of Kronos is appearing randomly in their secret bases. Danny isn’t just fixing the clocks, sometimes he pulls Shenanigans depending on where he has to go. If he sees clones in a lab, he’ll call up Dani and they’ll pull off a heist together and she’ll take care of teaching and raising them afterwards. Talons? Danny opens a portal to a section of the infinite realms and gives them their own island after having the yetis go through deprogramming with them and stuff. He sees some stuffy fruitloop batcave? Graffiti and glitter. Lazarus pits? Free smoothie! Of course, he’s respectful to civilians when he bumps into them, giving little unmeltable ice statues to kids, helping people who need it, etc. He fixes a family heirloom watch, bringing tears to a grandson’s eyes. He’s helping people while on his mission, while also messing with any fruitloops he finds. So all of these people around the world are just really confused and being like, what in the world, who/what is this kid?! And sharing stories about him online, painting him as a cryptid or god or whatever. The Justice League and the villains are just Concerned because the kid feels like Kronos, time, and death energy, and have no idea what he’s trying to accomplish. Maybe they think that working clocks give him power, idk, just thinking of the conspiracy boards about Danny as he goes through his punishment and fixes every single clock, including on other planets (Danny practically squealing the whole time as he meets *aliens* in *space*! What cool technology and life!) This is meant to be a punishment but Danny’s living out his dreams. Sure it’s boring at times, but all this traveling is interesting and can help him bond with Dani, so this isn’t much of a punishment for him. He gets to be mischievous and help people out, it’s a win-win. Meanwhile everyone else is thinking that the end of the world is coming and that Kronos has been reborn and is trying to take over the world somehow with clocks. If you’re willing to expand or add to this or make it your own, please do!

I love the idea of Danny just *poof* "Yes, hello, I am the clock-smith" in the middle of, say, the watch tower. Floating up to the clock wall to adjust the time while pulling out a manual on time zones in different parts of space. The watch tower is within Earth's intergalactic waters per se, but which Earth time did he set it to???

Should he anchor it to one place or just place a spell on it to show all the time zones in a cycle? Does Clockwork have a procedure for this?

Meanwhile, all the heroes in the cafeteria are jumping to their feet, some whispering, "A fifth dimension imp!" and others yelling, "It's Kronos!"

Wonder Woman kneeling before the flouting teen does not help these accusations, as she loudly proclaims, "It's an honor to be of service, Lord Kronos."

Danny looked down at her. "Oh hey, an Amazonian."

"Why have you graced us with your presence? Is there anything this lowly servant can help you with?"

".....Can you gather all the watches for me?"

"At once!" And that's how the rest of the heroes almost have heart attacks because Wonder Woman herself is rushing at them at terrifying speed to rip away any form of watch from their bodies. She's on a war path, and no one can stop her. They can see it in her eyes- she'll draw blood if she has to.

They hand over their watches without much of a fight, feeling like they are being mugged. Wonder Woman sprints away to the next few levels- the screams of fellow heroes echoing in her wake.

Batman isn't as willing to cooperate with Kronos until he knows why the god is here, but Danny doesn't give him much of a choice. Mostly because he is uncontainable. Thankfully, he seems fixated on watches (Bruce writes in his notes, "Can gods be autistic???), and he leaves once they are all fixed.

He changes everything to be precisely twenty-nine hours ahead of whatever time they originally were at. Wonder Woman basically barked at everyone to not switch them back, banishing her sword.

From there, Batman does research with his sons and daughters. Tim finds the information of Danny appearing throughout history to fix watches, and Hal finds similar historical text in Oa's archives—usually right before a horrible tragedy. Further investigation shows a horrendous discovery.

Danny adds or subtracts the same number of hours from the told time as before the tragedy.

He was on Mars three hours before the tipping point of the civil war when the tremendous green Martian massacre happened. He added three hours to the green Martian's capital clock tower.

He was there on Krypton twenty-five hours before the planet was swallowed up by a black hole and exploded. Every public area with any form of time telling was changed to twenty-five regardless of whether it matched the planet's time zone.

And now he was here in the clock tower.

Bruce realizes that they have only one hour left, so he commands everyone to rush about and search for what could be the issue. It's only thanks to the Speedsters' quickness that they find the malfunction in the tower's core—the thing keeping them flouting. Had they been one hour too late, it would have caused the Tower to get pulled into Earth's gravitational pull.

Leading to them crashing into Earth- right above the most populated country of the world, possibly killing millions and leaving the world without their heroes.

The tragedy is avoided but now everyone is weary of when or where Kronos will appear.

Meanwhile, Clockwork is watching the timeline, amused that they think Danny is him when, in reality, Danny is just picking a random time and sticking the clocks to match since it's less math.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Kronos' warning #A idea to your idea #I like the idea of Danny just being a clock smith and everyone going "A PROPHECY!?

[solarmorrigan]

54 + 12 for steddie!

Okay, I know the prompt list says I'm supposed to describe how I'd use the tropes in the same story, but I got.... carried away. I just really love outsider POV

Fanfiction Trope Mashup prompts: 54. Secret relationship + 12. Roommate AU

cw: allusions to period-typical homophobia

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Gladys hadn’t been sure what to make of her new neighbors at first.

She didn’t like the idea of them, to be certain: two young men living in the apartment across the way, who would probably come and go at all hours, noisy and inconsiderate as anything – especially the long-haired one she’d spotted carrying a guitar case.

A month in, however, her initial assessment doesn’t seem to have proven true; she does see them come and go at all hours, but they aren’t noisy about it, and she hasn’t heard any kind of raucous guitar playing. They seem to keep to themselves, and that suits Gladys just fine.

And then grocery day comes, and Gladys is trying to jog from the front door to the elevator before it closes, both arms loaded with bags. She spots her long-haired neighbor already in the elevator, and he spots her, and he holds the door for her before she can even call and ask him to.

He then offers to help with the bags, and Gladys unloads both of the heavy paper sacks on him with a relieved sigh; she tries to keep in shape, but she doesn’t have the strength she did when she was younger, and her joints sometimes ache like mad.

“I’m Eddie, by the way,” the man says into the silence of the elevator as they ride up to the fourth floor. “I don’t think we really introduced ourselves when we moved in, but I live across the hall from you.”

“I recognize you,” Gladys says. Then adds, “Gladys Gaines.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you officially, Miss Gladys,” Eddie says with a grin. “I’d offer to shake, but my hands are otherwise occupied.”

He shifts the grocery bags demonstratively, pretends for a moment that they’re weighing him down, though he’d been having no trouble with them until then, and Gladys finds herself smiling. “Never mind that,” she says. “And it’s nice to meet you, too.”

Eddie helps her put the groceries away, and she finds him to be charming, in an animated sort of way, bursting with energy and humor.

The sink gives him pause, though, after he ducks beneath it to put away a bottle of dish detergent as directed. He watches it drip for several consecutive seconds before asking, “Is the faucet giving you trouble?”

“It’s been driving me up the wall for weeks,” Gladys huffs as she stashes a loaf of bread in the breadbox. “But of course maintenance is taking their sweet time to get to it.”

“Huh. Y’know, Steve—my, uh, roommate—he’s pretty good at home repair stuff like this. I could get him to come take a look at it, if you want,” Eddie offers.

“If he can get that awful drip to stop, I’ll be in your debt,” Gladys says.

Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at her. “Madam, that’s a dangerous thing to declare.”

“Oh, hush.” Gladys slaps at him with a dish towel, and the boy pretends to be mortally wounded.

Laughing, Gladys finds that she quite likes Eddie.

She likes Steve, too, when he shows up at her door the next afternoon with a bag of tools and a little wave ‘hello.’

“Eddie said your faucet was leaking?” he offers. “Oh– I’m Steve. From across the way.”

“I recognize you,” Gladys says, and she shows him to the kitchen.

Steve is a solid, steady presence that Gladys can imagine compliments Eddie’s high energy well; he’s boyish and sweet, but there’s something sharper underneath that reminds Gladys of her own Avery’s cutting wit.

Gladys finds out from Steve that he and Eddie are from a tiny, rural town; they’re new to city life, but they’re enjoying it even in their adjustment period. Eddie works full time while Steve works part-time and attends classes – he’s hoping to become a guidance counselor.

“That’s an unusual arrangement for roommates,” Gladys comments. “Eddie doesn’t mind taking on most of the bills?”

It’s a bit of a prying question—rude, some might say, but Gladys doesn’t see the point in getting old if you’re not allowed to be blunt—but Steve only ducks his head and smiles.

“No, Eddie’s– he’s a great guy. Helping me out like this,” he says before turning back to the sink. “Here, try it now.”

Gladys turns the faucet on, then turns it back off, watching as the flow of water comes to a complete stop, not a drip to be seen.

“Dear, you’re a miracle worker,” Gladys declares.

“It was nothing,” Steve says.

He turns away to pack up his tools, but not quite quickly enough to hide the smile on his face – pleased but a little bashful, like he isn’t used to being complimented like this. It’s a nice smile, Gladys thinks, and both Steve and Eddie are nice boys. She decides that yes, she really does like them.

Offering to pay Steve for his services seems a little tawdry, so Gladys invites the boys over for dinner, instead. They end up staying well into the evening, talking and laughing with her. Steve eats up all the gossip about the other building tenants that Gladys can dish out, and Eddie eggs them on.

When they say that they’ll have to have her over for dinner next, Gladys braces herself for the worst: the apartment of two busy young bachelors, Lord have mercy.

She’s pleasantly surprised to find, then, that it isn’t so bad at all. It’s a bit cluttered—particularly the desk shoved into the corner covered in graph paper and what appear to be tiny plastic figurines—but it’s quite clean.

After she’s offered to help with dinner and been politely denied, Gladys spends time looking at the photos they have pinned up on the wall. There are over a dozen, a collage of smiles and laugher featuring the same cast of teenagers in varying stages of growth, often posing with Steve or Eddie. There are quite a few of just Steve and Eddie together mixed in, and Gladys is warmed to see two such good friends.

Steve does most of the cooking that evening, but Eddie is a capable sous chef, anticipating Steve’s every request before he can even voice what he needs.

“Hey, can you hand me the, uh–” Steve snaps his fingers, searching for the word, and Eddie opens a drawer and presses a slotted spoon into Steve’s hand. “Yeah, that.”

Eddie grins and goes back to cutting vegetables.

Dinner is nice.

It goes on like this – trading favors here and there, dinners at one apartment or the other, evenings spent talking and laughing. Gladys finds that Eddie is an excellent opponent when playing cards, and Steve shares her fondness for Murder She Wrote.

Gladys and Avery never did get around to having children. At first, they hadn’t had the money, then they hadn’t had the time, and eventually – well, it had been too late. She’s never really regretted it—her maternal instinct isn’t a strong one—but she does find herself starting to think of these boys as hers. She even starts in on knitting some sweaters; the weather it’s getting cold, after all, and it’s the sort of thing you do when you want the people you care about to be protected from it.

It does strike Gladys as a little odd that she only ever sees them with each other; they’re both attractive young men, after all, and she can’t imagine why they don’t seem to go on dates. She’s never seen two friends as content in each other’s company as they are, but she supposes that’s really all that matters – that they’re content.

Things become clearer, however, one sleepless night months after the boys move in.

Insomnia isn’t new to Gladys; she’s dealt with it since she was young, and it seems like age has only increased the frequency of those nights she lies awake, staring at her bedroom ceiling.

She’s found her own ways of coping, over the years; she’ll fill the time with a good book or do some word puzzles or get some knitting in. If she’s feeling particularly restless, she might clean the apartment or even bake something.

She’s just considering whether or not the boys would appreciate some cinnamon rolls come morning (and whether or not it would top that loaf of cinnamon raisin bread Steve had made last week, not that Gladys is keeping track) when she hears the very subject of her thoughts come giggling down the hall.

The boys aren’t being loud, precisely, but they aren’t quiet, either, and there are fewer sounds in the night to swallow up their noise.

They sound happy – they must have had a late night out, coming home a little goofy and tipsy, talking and laughing and then shushing each other as they come to a halt, sounding close enough that they must be outside their own door, just across and to the left of Gladys’.

There’s a moment of indecision, and then Gladys is rising from her chair and crossing to the door. She feels a little silly, but the sight of a friendly face on a sleepless night can sometimes do wonders to soothe her nerves.

She’ll just pop out and say hello, a fellow after-midnighter, and then let them go.

She’s barely opened her door, however, just catching a glimpse of the boys, when something– unexpected happens.

Eddie is fumbling with his keys as Steve leans further and further into his space, and Gladys wonders if he’s drunker than he sounds, but then–

“Hey,” Steve murmurs, waiting for Eddie to look up, and it’s all the warning Eddie gets before Steve is kissing him full on the mouth.

Eddie drops his keys entirely, but it isn’t in shock so much as it is his apparent eagerness to get his hands on Steve, cupping his cheek in one and grabbing his hip with the other, pulling him closer.

This isn’t drunken fumbling – it isn’t even something new, Gladys realizes. The kiss is slow and gentle and lingering, the love in it so evident that for a moment an ache of longing, of missing Avery, rises up in Gladys’ chest.

Then, though he’d been the one to encourage the kiss, Eddie is the one to break it, and when he speaks, he’s properly quiet this time. Gladys can just barely hear him.

“Someone’s gonna see, baby.”

“Let ‘em,” Steve says, just as soft.

“Steve…”

Steve sighs, pressing his forehead to Eddie’s. “I wish I could show you off. Tell everyone how much I love you.”

Eddie in spite of his own warning, holds Steve close for a moment longer, swaying him gently. “No one else matters. I know you love me,” he says. “Come inside and show me how much?”

Glady’s can’t see Steve’s grin from this angle, but she can hear it when he says, “Yeah. I can do that.”

Then Eddie gathers his keys from the floor and actually manages to get the door open, pulling Steve in and shutting it after them and–

Well.

Gladys stands alone now, her door still cracked open, showing her the empty hallway, and–

Well.

Actually– well, actually, certain things make quite a bit more sense now.

“My, uh, roommate,” indeed.

Gladys closes her door, wandering back towards her easy chair as she thinks.

The only thing that doesn’t make sense is the two of them having the idea that they have to keep this from her. Utter nonsense.

Gladys will show them, though; her boys—and their secret—will always be safe with her.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddiesteve #if I had a nickle for every time I wrote about a mlm ship from the perspective of an older widow I'd have two nickles #which isn't a lot but it's weird that I've done it twice #solar wrote #answers from solar #anonymous

[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; pwp, fem + afab!reader, dubcon (reader is drunk af), dirty talk, rough-ish sex, the liiiightest yan undertone. 18+

✮ a/n ; im not a kiri fucker but i . had a thought in the shower

Kirishima fucks like he has something to prove.

That part of him hasn't changed, you think. It's a bad time to be reminiscing about such a thing, especially since your brain can't think of anything other than how good it feels to have such a thick cock buried in your sore, weeping cunt.

Kirishima has stopped briefly, just to bottom out and press his navel to your sex - so your brain has a little space to think. You don't know exactly how you've ended up here after thinking about it for a long time. The alcohol is making your head feel fuzzy and your lower half is weak, might melt into Kirishima's nice king size bed if you're not careful.

An hour ago, you had come off of work and joined some friends in an izakaya. Kirishima was there too, seemingly with his own friends. You hadn't seen him since middle school, when he shorter and more negative. You had a crush on him then, back before all the hero stuff.

It was refreshing to see a boy your age obsesses over something like being a perfectly chivalrous man. You were friend though not closely, and had a dopey school girl love affair that never came of fruition. You didn't speak to him after that, weren't close enough to ask - and watched him grow into a hero through televised events and news.

He's a pro now. He was much bigger than you thought he'd be. You didn't think men could get that big, unless they played basketball or something. He was shorter than you in middle school but when you saw him again in person, he was double your height. You had to crane your neck up just to get a good look at his face. Defined jaw and rugged, boyish charm that made your cheeks warm like you hadn't grown out of being a girl.

You thought he wouldn't recognize you since he's basically famous now, but he did. Flagged you down and whisked you away for drinks and catch up time. Your friends pushed you to go, so you did. You drank and spoke about nothing in particular and Kirishima seemed so enraptured with you - you thought the alcohol had fried your brain. Thoroughly tipsy and giggly, you admitted to having a crush on him in long and unnecessary detail. That you liked him, and seem to still if this feeling is anything to go by.

You hadn't expected anything of it. But he kissed you in the corner of the bar and asked if you had anywhere to be, hauled you into a taxi when you said no and made out with you on the way home. Put his hand underneath you shirt and squeezed your waist, said something about how cute you are. Always have been.

No one seemed to think anything of it when you left. Pro-Hero's escort drunk girls all the time, but you wonder if it's normal to fuck them? You wonder if Kirishima has practice in bring home drunk girls who are too big for their boots and too needy to be anything but sincere.

He's so good at fucking you, you aren't sure you'd mind that being true. Not like this.

He didn't give you any time to adjust to what was going on, every breath had him chasing more of you like he'd run out of time if he didn't rush. He carried you inside, licked your pussy while you laid against his kitchen counter and finger fucked you until you could take all eight inches of him. Was he always this relentless? You know he was never kind, no matter how much he seems it. He was always critical and cunning, but you didn't expect him to be so ruthless.

He doesn't let you off of his cock after he gets you on it. Makes you wrap your arms around his shoulders even though you barely can because he's so big. Makes you wrap your legs around his waist and tells you to hold tight as he walks you up the stairs with his cock still twitching. The whole thing makes your eyelids burn with pleasure, your body yearning to keep him inside of you for as long as you can stay conscious which is barely when you're this wasted.

He dropped you in his bed and fucked you in missionary. You think in the span of a few hours, you've spent more of it feeling his cock throb inside of you longer than you've spent without. He's too big, and fucks mean. There's no chivalry in it, just pure primal desire behind weight and heavy thrusts that make you gasp involuntarily.

You haven't stopped cumming. You've never done that so much in a row. Your body feels nearly numb as you think on it. He's been keep you like this for so long and the alcohol is making you lightheaded. You can barely understand what he's saying except that he's loved you for so long. You wonder if that's true. Your pussy likes it though, clenches every time he groans into your neck after the headboard hits the wall with his thrusts.

He fucks you like he wants to prove something to you. You don't know what exactly. You're drunk and floaty and you can't stop cumming and you can't think of anything other than how much you want him to fuck your brains out. How much you want him to cum, so deep in your pussy you'd have to push it out to get rid of it. How much you want to cum around his cock until you get so fuckdrunk you pass out on it.

A little pleasant catching up and now you can't unfurl your spine from the way it's raised, and your toes hurt from how tight they've curled. You feel ditzy with it. Didn't know cock could make you cum so much you turn stupid and babbling. It's all you've been doing and Kirishima doesn't seem to mind it all. Just laughs at your nonsense words and kisses you with sharp teeth and fucks you.

And fucks you and fucks you and fucks you, with your knees to your ears and your eyes blurry and hazed.

"Kirisihima-kun," You gasp at him, breathless and hot.

"Eijirou," He corrects with a nip to your mouth. "We won't leave each other now. Not anymore."

He punctuates with the promise with a thrust so deep you can't do anything but agree. You wonder if all this is trying to prove his love for you, but how you could that be true? It's been years.

Another thrust makes your lower belly clench, and something squirts out of you mid thrust. You're too hazy to feel self-conscious of it and Kirishima only laughs.

You close your eyes and let him have you. Again and again and again.

#kirishima smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #writing tag #dubcon cw #aha nooo kirishima dont take advantage of me while im drunk and out of it haha nooo #<- SORRY LAMSDOFJKD

[bunny-yan]

Can we get more of yandere soldier? I miss the guy

TW: mentions domestic abuse, slight stockholm syndrome, choking, minors DNI

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Winter was perplexed. 

When you were well enough to finally leave the bed you’d been confined to and walk around on your own, his eyes had a habit of following you across the room as you explored his home. It was innocent, or at least he assumed it was, but he couldn’t help but feel on edge. Picture frames or trinkets that hadn’t been touched for years, apart from the occasional dusting, were slightly off-center or rotated in ways he wasn’t used to. 

His eyes would follow as you’d finger the material on the medals hanging from the wall or trace your hands along the books he’d gathered over the years, pulling one out, completely unaware of how he’d inwardly cringe when you put it back in a different place. When distraction took you elsewhere, he would follow your trail, looking at the things you adjusted, and he struggled between wanting to put them back where they “belonged” or allowing the small changes to remain as proof of your presence here. 

It was unsettling but nice. Your curiosity allowed him to believe that this unexpected situation might have a chance to work for the better—for both of you. 

The way you struggled to keep your head above water in your day to day wasn’t something you could claim you missed. Sure, it was strange to feel completely safe in the house of a man who kidnapped you, but he made no attempt to take advantage of the situation. He claimed he wanted to take care of you, and so far, it was what he’d been doing. 

But you couldn’t help but wonder if his behavior, if his niceness, was genuine or an act meant to lower your guard.

“I’m all better now,” you said, deciding to break the conversation while he was busy cleaning one of his rifles. 

It was something he did methodically. 

The sight of such a large weapon unnerved you the first time you left his bedroom. Paranoia struck thoughts of it being used on you and kept you locked away for weeks until he reassured you that it was simply a part of his routine. One, you initially loathed hearing, he wasn’t intending on changing. He went so far as to sit you down, showing you how the weapon wouldn’t even fire unless he removed the modifications he’d installed for safety. 

You watched him. Fingers moving like a well-oiled machine as he took it apart, Winter broke it down piece by piece until the rifle was unassembled and laid out neatly in front of him, looking similar to an unboxing of some new device and not at all like a gun. 

But a gun it was, and after going to painstaking detail to clean and buff each piece he’d reassembled it in less than a minute. 

Setting it aside, he looked up at you before nodding his head.

You waited, unsure if he had anything to add, but when the silence continued you took a deep breath before continuing. 

“I no longer have a fever. I can walk around by myself now and I don’t need your help to get dressed anymore. I’d say I’m pretty self-sufficient at managing myself now.”

Again, he nodded. Standing, he grabbed his rifle before heading towards the door, and you panicked. You’d finally worked up the courage to have this conversation. He couldn’t leave before you got to say what you needed to. 

“I was wondering if you would take me back now.”

Winter paused. 

You weren’t sure if the sudden halt in his footsteps was a good thing. You knew he’d never hurt you, and you knew the rifle in his hands wouldn’t shoot, but still, you felt nervous. You couldn’t decipher if it was the gun or him that was doing it to you. 

“Back where?” he asked. 

Going to the closet instead, you trailed behind him, watching as he placed his rifle on the wall stand before closing the door and locking it with a key that he easily slid into his pants. 

“Back,” you said, feeling dumb, unsure what to say. He had to have known what you meant. It wasn’t usual for people to go to sleep in their crappy one-bedroom apartment and wake up in a stranger’s secluded cabin in the middle of nowhere. At least you hoped it wasn’t, but it was just your luck that you beat the odds. 

Winter turned to face you, arms folding across his chest. 

You frowned because you knew what that meant. Mirroring his stance, you refused to back down. 

“No.”

“Why? You said that you’d take care of me.” You gestured to yourself. “I’m taken care of! The drugs should be well out of my system by now. I’m fit to return to society any day now.”

He remained silent. You didn’t know if it was because you’d thrown it in his face that the only reason you’re remained incapacitated for so long was because of the heavy dosage that he’d given you or because he was refusing to humor you with a response. Either way, it frustrated you. 

“I won’t tell anyone about you! I’ll forget all of this ever happened the second you take me back.”

“Back to what?”

“My home!” you exclaimed. It was ridiculous to fight so hard to get back to an apartment complex that you hated. You often took extra shifts just to be able to afford the ratty apartment you called your own, but it was yours. Something that signified your independence, your questionable success at adulting. Sure you spent so much on rent that you could barely afford to feed yourself, but you made do with leftovers from the restaurant. Another plus to working the job that you dreaded going to every day you got up. The days were long, and the labor was intense, but it could be worse. If you continued to remind yourself of how much worse your life could be, it made your current situation more bearable. 

You looked up when he came near, body uncharacteristically relaxed as he reached a hand towards you. His thumb brushed underneath your eye, and you froze. Was he being affectionate? He had never done anything like this before. It shouldn’t have caught you as off guard as it did considering skinship was something you’d become accustomed to since he had to assist you with bathing for weeks, but that was necessary, and this was voluntary. 

“The bags have finally disappeared.”

You felt your face flush before you smacked his hand away, something eating at your insides. Of course, he was still trying to argue you down. It annoyed you how easily he managed to prod at your weaknesses despite barely saying a thing. 

It was true that you hadn’t gotten an actual chance to catch up on real sleep before coming here, but that didn’t matter. Everyone had to work. Everyone did something to keep going, and if that meant you had to work 12-hour shifts almost every day to survive, then that was what you’d do. 

Because you had to. 

You had to.

“Will you stop treating me like a child‽” you asked, glaring at him and only feeling more anger when his expression remained unchanged. Caring, eyes almost engulfed with a sense of pity. “I’m an adult. Adults have responsibilities. Sure, I work long hours. I don’t always have enough time to take care of myself, but it’s an unfortunate part of life.” You grit your teeth, feeling a familiar headache began to resurface. It’d been so long, but you couldn’t believe you’d only just now noticed that you no longer woke up with headaches. 

Your body didn’t ache in weird places that you either ignored or took cheap pain medication to temporarily stop the aches in order to give you enough strength to power through another day. The thought that you were fighting to leave to return back to that made bile rush to your throat, but the thought of staying here. Of allowing him to take care of you. It was scarier than what you knew. Even if what you knew was a hell you wished to escape from every day. 

“It’s my life,” you said through gritted teeth. “I’d appreciate it if you would let me get back to it.”

He shook his head. “Why?”

You were tired of these one-word questions that remained impossible to answer without drudging up memories you were better off not remembering.

“Because-!” you began, stopping yourself when you looked into those eyes of his. That same compassion, only this time you couldn’t deny the curiosity in his gaze. The actual desire to understand why you were trying so hard to ruin a good thing. 

Because this is wrong! I’m not supposed to want to stay with my kidnapper. I’m not supposed to trust that you’d actually take care of me if I let you. 

The answers died in your throat as you stared at him. 

Because I’m not supposed to want this. 

You shook your head. “It’s none of your business. Just bring me back.”

“No.” he said again. 

“What reason do you have for kidnapping a complete stranger‽” you yelled. “Are you some sick pervert who can’t find companionship any other way?” You regretted the words the moment they left your lips. You knew it wasn’t true. You knew he’d had every opportunity to take advantage of you, but he didn’t. You knew, but you didn’t trust him. You couldn’t. 

“Are you so desperate to go back to him?”

His question made you take a step back. Looking into his eyes, you were hesitant to actually believe that you saw jealousy there. 

“You call yourself an adult, but you don’t take care of yourself which is your biggest responsibility.” His words were soft-spoken, but they cut into you sharper than any knife ever could. “You don’t budget properly to be able to afford a meal that’s going to provide you with actual sustenance. You allow yourself to be conned into paying too much for an apartment that isn’t in a good neighborhood. You work yourself to exhaustion without giving yourself time to pull yourself together and worst of all you allow yourself to remain in an abusive relationship with someone who will only find it easier to take advantage of you the longer you stay.”

“Shut up,” you said.

“Does he make you feel seen? Does he reward your negative behavior with pretty lies meant to keep you complacent and satisfied?”

“Shut up.”

“He makes you feel like you’re doing a good job and you let him stay because if you allowed yourself to open up to anyone even half decent, you’d be forced to acknowledge that you’re running away.”

You had never wanted him to stop talking as much as you did now. 

Before you could stop yourself, your hand reared back before whipping it forward. The rage caught in your throat when he caught your wrist in a firm grip. 

“You’re playing at being an adult. You don’t know how to take care of yourself. You hate your life, and you refuse to admit it.”

“Let go of me,” you said, pulling at your hand. You winched when your struggle became painful. He acknowledged your pain by loosening his grip, but he didn’t let go. 

“Make me.”

You used your other hand to try and pry his fingers from around your wrist, yanking and pulling, pushing against him and demanding that he let you go. Still, he didn’t release you.

Instead, he pulled you forward, a gasp allowing all the air in your lungs to escape as your back slammed into his chest before his arm was wrapped around your neck, forcing you to remain stationary if you didn’t want to lose what little air his grip allowed. You pushed at his arm, but he didn’t budge, your demands raspy and unable to pass beyond the pressure he kept on your neck.

“What will you do when you’ve finally had enough? He’s already shown you that he isn’t afraid to put his hands on you. Will you continue to sit there and take it? Smile and allow him in as long as he isn’t putting bruises on your skin? What about when that isn’t enough anymore?”

You gasped for air, feeling tears prick at the corners of your vision as even the saliva in your mouth became too much to swallow.

Emitting a small sound, it was all it took for him to drop you. 

Collapsing to your knees, your cough was violent. Putting a hand around your throat to soothe the tender skin, you glared up at Winter before faltering once again. 

The expression on his face was horrified, lost as he looked at you. He was frozen, unsure what to do, what to say and you felt the same. You had never seen that side of him before. You knew he was dangerous, or he could be if he wanted to be. You just never expected it to rear its head like this. 

“Winter?”

Saying his name was all it took to break him out of that trance. He didn’t spare you another glance before he was all but running back to the closet to grab his rifle before he was out the door before you could get another word out.

You rubbed at your throat, still angry at what he had said but angrier still at the thought that he might be right. After five minutes passed, you buried the guilt threatening to eat you alive and slipped out of the front door. 

Even if he was right, you couldn’t stay here. 

Not with him. 

Not with his words that said too much or nothing at all. 

Not with his hands that refused to leave marks on your body. 

You couldn’t bear another moment wishing that you didn’t want to. 

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere x gn reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #ask #yandere male #gn reader #yan!winter #yandere soldier

[vxperorchist]

Hello! I'm a little nervous to request, haha, but I wanted to request Tighnari, Cyno, and Albedo (idk if you have a character limit) with reader taking care of them when they're sick or injured. I'm a sucker for sickfics/comfort fics, lol. I know there's a lot of Tighnari taking care of reader fics, but I'd love to see the other way around.

Looking after them! (Tighnari, Cyno, and Albedo X Gn! Reader)

Genre: Fluff, comfort.

Hiiii!!! I'm so happy you requested!! I love interacting with you all, and your minds come up with the best ideas. I love this idea sm, and I saw the request and was so excited to write it with some of my favorite characters??? You know me too well 😉

Tighnari

Tighnari is super careful when it comes to avoiding injuries. He's super used to taking care of others injuries, and rarely gets injured himself. It's rare, but not impossible.

He came back home to you with his dominant arm in a sling. You smiled lightly, happy to see him. You knew he wasn't severely injured, and it brought you some relief knowing he'd only be down for a little bit.

In the meantime, he needed your assistance with various tasks. He couldn't use his bow, and he was stuck being a stationary ranger rather than what he typically did.

He was bummed, but you knew he'd recover quickly.

"Love, can you help me with this?" He'd ask frequently, whether is be grabbing his clothes or his bow that he couldn't even use.

You'd help him position and reposition his sling, being ever so gentle with his injured arm. "Thank you, I'm sorry for being so dependent on you as of recently. The medic said I'd be out for a few weeks, but I'm hoping it heals a lot quicker than that." He stared down at the arm you were carefully caressing and adjusting a sling on.

That was your Tighnari, so eager to get back to work. He appreciated your help a lot, and he doesn't know what he'd do without it.

He also felt bad with the lack of affection he could give you with his dominant arm down, he'd have to use his non dominant arm to hold your hand, or rub your arm gently when he was around you. He was gentle with his physical affection naturally, and he was even gentler with his injury as he was weak.

Like he said, he recovered quickly as he knows how to take care of himself. His blood is healthy, and his skin is tough due to his nature of being active and dealing with small injuries constantly.

He flexed his arm as you unwrapped it from the bandage for the last time, instead of a thick wrapping around his arm, he opted for a thinner support material traveling up his arm as he fully recovered.

The first thing his healed arm reached for was the face of you who had helped him throughout his injured weeks. He held your face as you leaned into his touch, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Cyno

Cyno was less careful when it came to preventing injuries. He'd often come home to you with small cuts or bruises lining his arms. It's not because he was weak, he was just simply more reckless when it came to harnessing that strength.

His strength had consequences, and with his raw power came his ability to find himself injured easily.

Cyno had been out on a lengthy task, it had taken him a week or two to complete it, which meant he would come back with new injuries. You expected a cut or two to help him clean and heal, but what was new to you was an actual broken bone, that being Cynos injured wrist.

The first thing he tried to do was make a joke about it, which flew right over your head as you gently held his hand, staring down at it, upset he would let it happen. You knew he could have prevented it, but he didn't, and that's what upsetted you.

Cyno admitted to how it happened, as he got his polearm stuck in an awkward position, causing his wrist to bend in an abnormal position, resulting in his break. He had a high pain tolerance, and failed to realize anything was actually wrong with his wrist.

You had to explain to him that he had to take it easy or else it would result in permanent or further damage. You were no doctor, but you were educated enough to know how to take care of your reckless boyfriend.

Cyno wanted a wrist brace at most so he could get back to work. A break was nice every now and then, but he had duties he had to fulfill, and he couldn't postpone those responsibilities over a small injury.

However, being his lover and someone who cared for him, allowed you to lecture him on being safe and taking things easy on himself. You'd hope he would learn a lesson, and realize just how irritating injuries could be, therefore making him more careful, but that was wishful thinking.

He was very independent, and worked solo for most of his life, so he didn't like depending on you for assistance when he was injured, even though you had offered your help countless times. It was hard to get through his thick skull, but he was appreciative of your thoughtfulness regardless.

Albedo

Unlike Tighnari and Cyno, Albedo suffered from illness more than he did injury. Albedo had experience with injuries, but he was also very knowledgeable on how to take care of himself.

One thing he couldn't prevent was his line of work, and how all the information had a way of overloading his brain. He was intelligent, nobody could deny that. He also had a way of handling information and data unlike anybody else.

Furthermore, this positive attribute had a negative effect, as he would suffer from headaches frequently.

You knew of his intense migraines and headaches he would get. He would typically try to ignore it until it got unbearable, which hurt you to see.

He would have resources in his office nearby to put off the pain, but it wouldn't help him completely. It was easy to tell when he was having one of his severe headaches, his hand would fall into his hair, putting pressure on his head. His eyes would squint shut in pain for a brief moment, until he was able to attempt to put it off.

When you were with him, you'd always offer him some water, or suggest a break for a few. He'd typically decline a break, but that was expected.

If his headache got to him too badly, he'd step away from his desk or workstation, and come sit down near you for a while. His hand would softly brush up against yours for comfort, and he would sit there until the pain had passed.

You'd rub your nails over his back as he was experiencing this pain, sending shivers up his spine at the goose bump inducing feeling. He'd thank you for your help and squeeze your hand before he got back to work.

In your own time, you'd try to find a way to help him. Whether it was asking about medicines or tips, you'd try a lot to do anything to help him, as you were one of very few people who knew how much pain he endured due to the information he was intaking on the daily.

#albedo x reader #albedo #albedo genshin impact #cyno x reader #genshin cyno #cyno genshin impact #tighnari x reader #genshin tighnari #tighnari genshin #genshin impact #OrchistList

[joeydoeeyes]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Poor Thing 💼 ༊*·˚

Bf!Joe x fem!reader

You've been doing everything to get Joe's attention, so he decides to make you work for it ꒰🍷꒱ wc; 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, thigh riding, dom!joe, sub!reader, degrading, condescending, (mentions of) orgasm denial, spanking, oral fixation, aftercare // NOT PROOFREAD

Inspired by @ceriseheaven and the thoughts she has put in my brain 🤭

You knew exactly what you’d done to end up like this, despite the whines that fell from your lips about how unfair it was.

Joe had to get up early, to be there on time for the press run for A Quiet Place Day One, and you’d been admiring him as you laid in bed, watching him get dressed. Gazing at his arms as he did up the buttons of his white collared shirt, watching his hands work as he put on the cuff links of the suit, letting your thoughts run wild as you watched him put on, and adjust his belt. As you looked up at him, he spotted you in the mirror, letting out a low laugh, before turning back to you.

“Did no-one ever tell you it’s rude to stare, love?”

“It’s hard not to, when you look like that…” You replied with a little smirk, sitting up in bed. You crawled over to him, trying to make sure his view was as tempting as possible, making sure your nightgown rode up and exposed your ass, that the fabric hung as far off your body and showed as much skin as possible, as you finally reached him, your hands holding his cheeks as you gazed into those dark eyes.

“You’re a little tease, you know?” He smirked, his mind in two halves. One half knowing he had to be out of the door in five minutes, and another that wanted to ravage you until your screams of bliss were your neighbours morning alarm.

“Come back to bed, Joey…” You whined, trying to use the nickname that you knew made him melt the most, as you batted your lashes up at him. He smirked, kissing your lips softly as he cupped your cheek. “I know, baby, I know; but I’ve gotta go,” He replied, as he tried to gently move your arms off his shoulders.

You whined at this, wrapping your arms tighter and pulling him in until your head was pressed against him. “No, Joey… stay,” You whine, pressing open mouth kisses on his neck, which he smirks at, as he pulls your arms away again. This time, he puts a bit more strength into it, not enough to hurt you, but enough that your arms are pulled away from him, as he lays you back down in bed.

“I’ll see you tonight, love,” He tells you, as he kisses your cheek gently, before heading out the bedroom door. You huff, not about to let him get away that easy. You reach over for your phone, opening your camera. You move your phone down and take a photo between your legs, showing the white cotton underwear you were wearing.

You snapped a few more photos, some of you laying down in the bed, with your nightgown pulled down to expose your breasts. After around five minutes, you chose a few of your favourites, and sent them to Joe. Around a half hour passed before you got a response. “Naughty fucking girl”

And that was how you ended up straddled over Joe’s thigh. Your clothes in a pile on the floor, having been practically torn off by Joe, as he sat on the sofa, still wearing his shoes. The instant he’d gotten through the door, he’d dropped his bag and keys in the hall and instantly grabbed you, pulling you into a rough kiss, biting on your lower lip, his hand running through your hair and gripping it. 

“Such a naughty girl. Don’t know how to control yourself, do you?” He asked, as he pulled you onto the sofa, spreading his legs as he stared up and down at your body, so perfect laid out for him. Your shirt was already off, your nipples hard already and he hadn’t even touched them yet, your skirt left on the floor.

Joe grabbed your hips, pulling you in. Grasping the waistband of your underwear, he ripped it clean off you, making you gasp. Looking down at him, you could see a darkness in his eyes that made your pussy even wetter than it already was.

“Wet already?” Joe cooed condescendingly, as he suddenly delivered a spank to your pussy, the jolt of pleasure, pain and stimulation making you gasp.

“Fuckin’ soaked my hand, baby,” Joe smirked, as he used his other hand to pull you onto his thigh, making you whimper at the feeling of the scratchy fabric of his trousers against your sensitive cunt. Joe couldn’t take the lazy grin off his lips, as he tapped his soaked fingers against your lips. “Open up, baby,” He cooed.

If you weren’t as horny, you would’ve been embarrassed about how quickly you opened up, accepting his thick fingers into your mouth, licking and sucking at them, feeling the thoughts dripping out of your mind as you did, your eyes fluttering shut as your brain became clouded with thoughts of him, him, him. 

As you sucked, your hips took on a life of their own, as you began to slowly buck against his thigh. The feeling of the fabric made you wince as much as it made you whimper, but it sounded all the same as it reverberated against Joe’s fingers. 

“You’re such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you, hmm?” He smirks, as his free hand reaches down for your hip, beginning to guide them across his thigh, making sure your sensitive clit brushed against him, as your arousal created a wet patch soaking the already dark fabric.

“Bet you’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you? This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? When you were sending me those naughty pictures when I was at work, when anyone could’ve seen them on my phone…”

His words made you moan, and you pulled your mouth away from his fingers to reply to his question. “This wasn’t what I wanted…” You whimper in reply, as Joe raises an eyebrow. “No?” He replied sarcastically. “What did you want then?”

“No… wanted you to fuck me…” You reply, your hips gaining solid traction now, building a rhythm against him, bucking your dripping, swollen pussy against his trousers. Joe lets out a low laugh at that, his hand reaching to grab in your hair, as he pulls you in closer to him, so he can whisper in your ear.

“Oh, darling, you’d have to be good for me to fuck you. Naughty girls end up like this…” Joe smirks, his hand grabbing your hips tighter, as he looks down at his thigh, seeing the mess you’ve made all over it. “And I don’t think your greedy cunt has any complaints either,”

At that, you let out a cry, as your hand reaches out for his shoulders, tears beginning to well in your eyes from frustration. You’ve been wanting this all day, wanting to cum all day, and now he won’t do anything other than sit there and let you get off on him, won't touch you where you crave him.

“Please… Joe…” You cry out, blinking away tears in your eyes as your hands grasp around his neck and shoulders. “Please, what?” Joe smirks, leaning back on the sofa. “Use your words,” He adds. You groan, if you could think straighter you would smack him.

“Touch me, please… I want you. Please… I’m sorry for being naughty, I just want you... fuck- please, just touch me?” You beg, not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, blinking away tears in your eyes, as you let out a little cry.

While he can be mean, Joe isn’t heartless, and he lets out a little ‘aww’, finally reaching up and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “Oh, you poor thing…” He coos, his voice so condescending but his words so sweet. “I’m here, I’ve got you… such a needy, helpless girl for me, aren’t you?”

He smirks, as his hands reach for your hips, holding them tightly in his large hands. He starts rocking your hips back and forth, quicker than you were moving before, grinding you even harder against his thigh. He smirks, slowly starting to tap his thigh up and down, making you moan even harder than before.

“So needy aren’t, you? Wanna cum so bad, and you can’t even do it on your own?” Joe smirks, as he jumps his thigh up and down, smirking down at you. “You need me, don’t you?” He smirks “Can’t cum without me, can’t cum without me touching you? What if I didn’t let you cum? What if I kept you on edge for even longer… didn’t let you cum until I wanted you to cum?”

You let out a panicked groan at that, your nails digging into his shoulders as you keep bucking against him, this time with newfound need frantic, desperate to reach that high before Joe snatches it away from you. Seeing your panic, he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you, caging you in his embrace as your head buries into the crook of his neck.

“Oh, relax, baby, relax. I’m not that mean, I’ll make you cum,” He promises you softly, whispering in your ear as he rubs your back while his arms hold you. Just that four word phrase, the promise of that orgasm, makes your breath even shallower, makes your body temperature rise even higher, causes sweat to drip down your body, makes your pussy even wetter.

You keep bucking against him, and you can feel your high is even closer, you can practically taste it. Joe moved his hand back down to your hips, helping you as your energy dips. You’re practically panting like an animal in heat, the patch on Joe’s trousers almost covering his entire thigh at this point. 

“Joe… Joe…” You repeat, the only word you can seem to form, over and over like a mantra. “That’s a good girl…” Joe smirks, as he can see you’re so close. “That’s a good girl, fuck yourself hard,” He repeats, as you begin to feel yourself falling over the edge, that all consuming feeling of not being able to think or feel anything other than that rush of pleasure between your legs. 

“There we go, cum for me,” Joe coos, his hands holding your hips through your high. “Come on, love, cum. Cum hard,” He commands, and you can’t help but do exactly as he says, screaming out his name as your body is wracked by the high you’ve been craving so hard.

“There we go, that’s it. That’s my good girl…” He chuckles, moving your hair out of your face, reaching up and wiping away your tears. You look up at him, chuckling gently, your chest still heaving as you try to gather yourself. Your body immediately curls up in his lap, and he wraps his arms around you softly.

“Oh, darling. There we go… that was what you needed, wasn’t it, hmm?” He hums softly, pressing kisses to the crook of your neck. “Good girl… do you feel better now?” He asks, and you nod your head frantically, making him chuckle. “Thought so,” He replied, scooping you up in his arms.

“C’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up,” He tells you softly, lifting you up in his arms and beginning to carry you towards the bathroom. He brings you in, turning on the light and setting you down on the counter. You chuckle, looking into the mirror and seeing the mascara stained around your eyes and chuckle. “I look ridiculous,” You laugh softly.

“It is quite Robert Pattinson’s Batman, I'll give you that,” Joe concedes with a laugh, as he pulls out a flannel from the bathroom cupboard, making his way over to the cold tap and running the flannel under it. Once it’s soaked through, he wrings it out, before slowly bringing it between your legs.

You squirm a little in surprise at the feeling, as he softly cleans you up, wiping your sensitive pussy and soaked thighs clean, his dark eyes so much softer and loving as he does. “Sorry, sweetheart,” He apologises softly, until he’s happy, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your knee. “All done,” He smiles, throwing the flannel into the laundry basket.

This is one of the thing you love most about intimacy with Joe, how much he always takes care of you afterwards. You can’t help but swing your feet back and forth as you sit on top of the counter, as he rummages through the bathroom cupboard. “I don’t know where you keep anything in this cupboard…” He murmurs, as he looks through the cupboards, letting out a groan. After a few moments, he finally pulls out your micellar water and your pack of cotton pads, and you feel your heart melting in your chest.

Softly, Joe poured some micellar water onto the cotton pad, and gently began to remove your makeup. Focusing on the dark mascara staining around your eyes, he gently wipes the makeup away, looking into your eyes softly as you sit in the comfortable, soft silence of your flat.

“How do you get through so many of these things?” Joe asks, as he looks down at the cotton pad, seeing it took an entire one to remove one eyes worth of makeup. You chuckle softly, looking up at him. “Oh, you have a lot to learn, Joe,” You chuckle as he wets a second one, using it to remove your other eyes makeup.

Three more cotton pads later, your makeup is off, and Joe is very proud of himself. He smiles softly, as he holds your cheek in his hands. “Gorgeous, baby,” He smiles, kissing you softly. Placing the micellar water and cotton pads where he found them before, he wraps his arms around you, picking you up again.

He carries you back into your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. He pulls off his jacket, his white collared shirt, pulling off his belt, and then pulled off his trousers. He smirked, looking down at his trousers. “Cannot believe you made such a fucking mess,” He laughs softly, chucking his trousers in the wash basket you keep in your bedroom.

You chuckle, looking up at Joe and smile softly, as he reaches for a pair of his joggers inside the wardrobe, and throws another pair of you, he knows that they’re his favourite thing for you to wear to bed, as well as throwing onto the bed one of his t-shirts. “Yes, thank you, Joey,” You smile, as you finally redress, loving the feeling of his soft joggers and soft shirt against your skin.

He smiles as he lays down next to you in bed, pulling the covers over both of you and wrapping his arms around you. You inhale deeply, taking in his comforting smell, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying into his chest. He looks down at you, his hands running through your hair. “Goodnight, my love,” Joe whispers softly, and you smile, kissing his cheek softly.

“Goodnight, Joey,”

A/N: i'm very nervous for you all to read my first smut (this was meant to be a blurb but... i got a little carried away... 🤭 also it's like 12:30 in the morning so this is not proofread 😭

taglist: @ceriseheaven (comment to be added <3)

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn smut #joe quinn smut #joe quinn rpf #joe quinn x you #joseph quinn blurb #minors dni #rpf smut #joe quinn #joe quinn blurb #taglist #this is filthy even for me

[thewitchescreatures]

The Vagabond Pt. Two

I did noooot proof read this, because I was too excited and feeling very inspired to get part two done. So uh @strawberrypoundtown @kyoko-neko If you guys wanna DM me if you see any uh- mistakes, that would be awesome, thank yooou

Pt. One

You can learn more about my boy Oscar, here

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Werewolf!Oscar "Oz" Vi x Werebunny!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, NSFW, Werewolf dick, Werewolf knot

Oscar was practically squirming in his seat at the bar as he waited for your shift to end. He was feeling desperate, he needed to bring you back to his hotel room as soon as humanly possible. He hadn’t gotten laid in months and it was eating the poor wolf alive.

He felt pathetic, squirming around in his seat trying to hide the imprint of his erection in his jeans. Since when was he one to become desperate for the intimate touch of another? Maybe it was the buzz from the booze, who knows.

He quickly shook these thoughts from his mind as he watched you smile and chat with other bar patrons as you served their alcoholic beverages of choice. The way your fluffy cottontail wiggled and wagged when you laughed drove him mad, the way you always smiled with your teeth warmed his heart. And your scent, gods your scent. Your scent was just as strong as ever, invading his strong sense of smell almost offensively. It was as if your earthy herbal scent was just as intoxicating as the whisky in his glass. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He hadn’t even fucked you proper yet and he was… Feeling things, things he wasn’t not exactly thrilled to be experiencing.

He again tried to dismiss these thoughts and emotions. He figured once fucked your brains out his urges would be satisfied and he would be back to his normal self. That surely his wolf instincts were just on edge from not getting laid for the last couple of months. All he needed was to get you in his bed for a night of fun and he would be fine.

Oscar glanced down at his wrist watch for what was surely the umpteenth time. Eleven o’ clock. Okay only one more hour and then you were his for the rest of the night. He just had to wait one more hour.

His cock was aching with need. Oscar mentally cursed at himself for feeling this way and swore he’d never got more than a few days without sex ever again. This SUCKED. Being this hard and needy was a gods damned nightmare. Not being able to do a single thing about it for another hour was HORRID. Again, he mentally swore at himself for not bagging some nice tail sooner.

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow for Oscar. He was checking his wristwatch every other minute it seemed.

You would steal glimpses at Oscar during your work. You could tell he was getting impatient and it was kind of funny to watch.

Yes, you were pretty excited to be hooking up with a handsome rugged guy like Oscar. Shit the idea of what he could possibly be packing in those jeans of his made you wet. But you had to admit watching him fidget and growl, and mumble quietly to himself while he waited for you was quite the entertaining sight.

Finally, you approached Oscar. “Alright, I’m done.” You smile at him.

Oscar perked up. “Fuckin finally.” He mumbled as he got up from his seat. He cleared his throat and awkwardly adjusted the waistband of his jeans. He nodded towards the door. “I’m stayin in a hotel just down the street from here.” He said.

You nod and hook your arm with his. A sultry giggle escapes your throat. “Lead the way.” You whisper excitedly.

Oscar could have started howling right then and there at that sultry little laugh that left your plump lips. But instead a smirk crossed his lips.

“You’re an eager one, huh sweetheart?” He purred as he led you out of the bar.

“Well, what can I say? It’s not every day a rugged werewolf walks into the bar and asks to take me home.” You said playfully.

“How’d you know I’m a wolf? I don’t show nothin like you do.” Oscar smiled down at you.

“Your smell.” You say and shrug.

Oscar sucked his teeth. “Fair enough.” He chuckled again as he walked through the now less crowded late night sidewalk with you on his arm. “So tell me, sweetheart, why do ya choose to show some of your traits? Ain’t humans weird about it?” He questioned as he walked at a slow pace so you could keep up with his longer strides.

You shrug. “I haven’t really had too many problems with humans to be honest.” You admit. “Plus I think I look cute when I show some of my werebunny traits.” You add with a cocky grin.

Oscar lets out a hearty laugh. “Well that you do, sweetheart. That. You. Do.” He agrees.

The walk from the bar to the hotel Oscar is staying at is short and brief. When the two of you arrive you are not exactly impressed. Oscar said hotel, what he should have said was uh- motel.

Yeah Oscar wasn’t exactly staying in the nicest of places. I mean it wasn’t like the bar was in a particularly shitty part of town. But there was still the fair share of cheap and crappy motels around.

And it seemed Oscar had picked one.

Oscar noticed the not so thrilled look on your face and frowned. “Not to your standards, sweetheart?” He asked.

You stare at the old building and sigh. Your eyes scanned the place, the paint was chipped and you could see it was the style of a motel where the doors were on the outside of the building, and you did not like how uh.. Not so sturdy the doors looked. “Admittedly, no.” You said slowly.

Oscar shrugged. “I take what I can get.” He chuckled as he led you to his door. He pulled out a key and inserted it into the deadbolt on the door. Opening it slowly and leading you inside.

Oscar flips the light. As soon as you enter you stare at the pile of his clothes on the floor beside the bed. They are dirty, you can smell his sweat and musk on them from the door.

Oscar closes the door behind you and gestures to the room. “Welcome.” He smirks.

“Uh huh.” You laugh a little. “So remind me again why you’re staying in this dump?” You ask. While you are not impressed by Oscar’s living conditions, you can’t help but smile at him. You’re a little amused by how his living conditions don’t match his cocky and confident demeanor at all.

Oscar groaned. Great, she wants to talk. “I’m a traveler sweetheart, I bounce around from place to place. I stay in cheap places because it's just more convenient that way.” He explained with a casual shrug. Trying not to show his growing impatience and need for your pussy.

“So you’re a vagabond?” You ask with a playful smirk as you set your purse down on the desk.

Oscar sighs heavily as he sits down on the edge of the bed. “I prefer the term well traveled, but yeah more or less.” He chuckles and pats his thighs. “Now c’mere sweetheart, let’s have a little fun.” He purrs.

You sigh and roll your eyes. Well at least he’s hot. Yeah that’s what you’re just gonna tell yourself for now.

You kick your shoes off by the desk and walk over to Oscar, your hips sway with each step you take. You climb into his lap and start to giggle. “Someone’s eager.” You whisper as you lean closer to him. You can feel his erection under his jeans pressing up against you.

Oscar groans as he wraps his muscular arms around your waist and begins to kiss your neck. “It’s been awhile for me, sweetheart.” He growls against your skin as he grazes his teeth along your throat.

You shiver, your hands squeezing his shoulder. “I can tell.” You groan as you feel him sink his teeth into your neck. Yeah that’s definitely gonna leave a mark.

You two don’t stay in this position for long. Before you know it, Oscar goes from kissing and biting your neck, to picking you up and dropping you onto the bed.

You gasp and the bed creaks under the weight of you and Oscar both as he crawls over you and smashes his lips against yours.

The kiss is hungry, needy, wet and sloppy. His tongue is invading your mouth within seconds of your lips meeting and he’s already grinding himself against you between your legs.

You try to wiggle and grind back against him, but Oscar’s large hands grab your hips and hold you in please. “Ah ah, sweetheart. I’m in control here.” He growls against your lips as he pressed his clothed erection to your clothed cunt.

Your panties already feel uncomfortably sticky and before you can even think again, Oscar is already pulling your clothes off. His skilled and experienced hands easily work your t-shirt and jeans off. Tossing them to the floor.

Your strong scent once again invades his nostrils. Causing him to growl as he pulls you to sit up and starts to unhook your bra. To your surprise and impress he pops the clasps with one hand. But then you decide to stop him.

You put your hand on Oscar’s chest and push him back a little. A smirk on your face.

Oscar growled. “What is it, sweetheart?” He huffed.

“I don’t wanna be the only one naked, Oz.” You giggle as you reach for his belt.

Oscar smirked. “Oh no, can’t have you naked in my bed all alone.” He purrs as he takes his leather jacket off and throws it to the pile of clothes on the floor and then he starts to take his white t-shirt off.

You stare at Oscar’s muscular torso in awe. Just seeing his toned body was getting you even more hot and bothered.

Oscar smirks as he notices your eyes glued to him. “Like what’cha see, sweetheart?” He purrs.

Your hands are still gripping his belt. You gulp and nod eagerly.

Oscar laughs as he pushes you onto your back. He then stands up from the bed, kicks his boots off, and starts taking off his jeans and underwear. “Then you’re really gonna like what comes next.” He purrs.

Your mouth waters as you lay on your stomach in nothing more than your panties. You watch as Oscar’s cock springs from his boxers. “Holy shit.” You mutter.

Oh yeah, you were fantasizing about how big he was while at the bar, but no fantasy can compare to the real thing.

Nine inches long, thick, and veiny. You were not gonna be walking tomorrow.

Oscar steps over to the bed, taking your chin in his hand and lifting your head up. “Open wide, sweetheart.” He purred.

You nod and obediently open your mouth as wide as you can. Slowly Oscar pushes his cock into your mouth and down your throat.

You don’t gag or even flinch. This causes Oscar to pause, look down at you, and raise his eyebrow. “Holy shit.” He mumbles at your lack of a gag reflex.

You smirk around his cock. Your eyes glued to his as he slowly starts to fuck your throat.

Oscar groans. “Fuckin aye sweetheart.” He growls as he thrusts slowly into your throat. Oscar had slept with a large number of women, and you were the first who could take his cock down your throat without gagging or choking. “Shit.” He curses as he takes a fistful of your hair and starts to fuck your throat a little faster.

You whimpered softly, your eyes rolling back a little as Oscar used your mouth. The deeper his cock goes down your throat, the more wet and eager you start to feel between your legs. If that was even possible at this point.

Oscar moans and chuckles as he slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth. “I can smell you sweetheart.” He cooed as he lifted you up by your arm and pushed you onto your back.

You let out a squeak as your back hits the bed. Oscar then reaches for your panties and takes them off. You shyly spread your legs for him, showing him your wet needy cunt.

Oscar groans at the sight as he crawls between your legs and buries his face into your heat. Eagerly lapping up your juices with his tongue. He moans at your taste.

You let out your own moan as you reach down to bury your hands in his thick chocolatey brown hair.

“Fuck.” He curses against you as he gently sucks on your clit. He starts humping the bed, his cock throbbing and leaking small bits of precum onto the sheets.

You writhe and moan. Soft breaths escaping your lips as Oscar relentlessly sucks, licks, kisses, and nips at all of your pussy. Your clit, your lips, your entrance. It all gets to experience his skilled mouth.

Oscar groans as he plunges his tongue into your core, his thumb rubbing small circles on your sensitive nub.

You gasp and shutter. “F-fuck.” You curse under your breath.

Oscar smirks against you and continues his actions. Savoring your taste like it is a rare delicacy.

You move your hands from his hair and grip the bed sheets with white knuckles. That familiar knot in the pit of your stomach already feels tight. “O-Oz.” You moan out.

Oscar groans as he continues to lap at your juices and thumb your clit. “C’mon baby, come for me sweetheart.” He urges between licks and sloppy kisses.

You moan louder as you grind against his face. “F-fuck.” You curse again.

Oscar is good, too good. Oh god you’re already about to unravel. And then you do. Your body trembles and you see stars. A loud moan echoes through Oscar’s motel room as your intense orgasm rocks your body.

Oscar laps at your throbbing cunt a little more. He moans and his eyes flutter at the taste of your orgasm.

You squirm and whine, trying to push his head away from your sensitive pussy.

Oscar chuckles as he sits up and leans over to the bedside table where he’s got a box of condoms. He grabs one, tears it open with his teeth, carefully rolling it down his length, and repositions himself between your legs. Prodding at your soaked entrance with the tip of his cock. “You ready, sweetheart?” He asked as he gazed down at you.

You groan and mumble weakly. “Yes.”

Oscar smirks and slowly pushes his girth into you. His smirk quickly drops and is replaced by his eyes fluttering closed and a long, low growl. “Fuck.” He’s now cursing. You’re tight, so tight. It feels incredible around his cock.

You whimper and squirm a bit beneath him. Oscar takes a moment to allow your pussy to adjust comfortably around him.

Then he starts to thrust. Slow at first, but before Oscar himself even knows it, he’s pushing your knees back as far as they can go and is slamming into you.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart, that’s good!” He growled and moaned.

You can’t even talk, all you can do is lay there and moan loudly in pleasure. You wouldn’t be surprised if Oscar gets a noise complaint from the motel management tomorrow. But you don’t give a shit, you’re too busy enjoying the mind blowing sex you’re currently experiencing.

“Oh shit, fuck.” Oscar cursed. “Such a good girl, baby. Your pussy is so good.” He groaned as he continued slamming into you at a reckless pace.

You gasp and cry out as you feel him trying to push his knot into you.

“Please baby.” Oscar moans and begs. “Please, be a good girl, and take it.” He almost wheezes as he pushes his swollen knot inside you.

You nod, your eyes half lidded. Your mind feels hazier than before when he was eating you out. His knot feels so good locked in your pussy.

Oscar pauses for a moment, catching his breath and allowing you to adjust to his knot.

You stare up at him with those beautiful half lidded eyes. Whimpering softly beneath him. Which causes Oscar to let out a breathy chuckle.

He then slowly starts thrusting again. His knot and cock push and rub against all those perfect spots inside of you.

You moan and whimper and squirm. Your eyesight is blurry and all your mind can focus on is how good and big Oscar feels inside you.

“Sweetheart.” Oscar speaks between moans, his thrusts becoming sloppy and careless as his own orgasm approaches.

You’re broken from your thoughts, your eyes focusing up on his sweaty face and his bright orange eyes. Moans continuing to spill from your lips.

Oscar smirks down at your fucked out face. Another moany laugh escapes him. “You look so pretty underneath me.” He growled as he continued to slam into you.

You cry out as his tip smashes against your cervix again and again. “O-Oz.” You choke out, barely able to talk due to the way he’s screwing you silly.

“I-I’m almost th-there.” Oscar groaned. A few more sloppy thrusts, followed by a deep guttural growl and he finally tipped over the edge. Filling the condom to the brim.

Both of you lay there, panting heavily. Oscar is still above you, and inside you. His sweat drips slowly onto your chest. He smiles and laughs. “Damn sweetheart, you’re probably the best pussy I’ve had in a looong time.”

You let out a breathy laugh. Your eyes still half lidded and your body still abuzz from the pleasure you just experienced. “Thanks.” You finally manage.

Oscar goes to pull out, but you whine when you feel the tug of his knot. This makes Oscar pause.

“Uh oh.” He whispers awkwardly.

“Uh oh?” You ask as you stare up at him, your eyes now wide. “What do you mean “Uh oh”? Did the condom break?!” You ask in a panic.

“No, no, no.” Oscar says quickly and laughs awkwardly. “I’m stuck.” He said.

You blink slowly. “What do you mean, stuck?” You ask slowly.

“My knot.” Oscar gives you a smile that is just as awkward as his laugh is.

You relax. “Oh.” You laugh. “Well how long does it take for the swelling to go down?” You ask.

“Uuuuh.” Oscar paused and bit his lips. “I dunno.” He said.

You squint at Oscar, your mouth slightly agape in confusion. “What do you mean “I dunno”?” you question him.

“I. Don’t. Know.” Oscar said slowly. “This hasn’t happened before.” He admitted.

“What??” You question, eyes still squinted skeptically.

“I.. My knot has never swelled for someone before, okay?!” Oscar groaned.

Your eyes widen and you start to laugh. “Hey- Hey! That’s not funny!” Oscar exclaimed.

“It’s so funny!” You laugh loudly and writhe beneath him.

“It. Is. Not!” Oscar panicked. “Sweetheart, that ain’t funny!” All that sexy and confident bravado Oscar was known for had completely flown out the window.

You giggle and wheeze beneath him. You find it amusing that Oscar is embarrassed by such a thing. You take a few deep breaths and smile at him. “Guess that means you’re stuck with me until the swelling goes down.” You tease.

Oscar blushed and scrunched his nose. “Great.” He says sarcastically.

#werewolf x reader #werewolf oc #monster fucker #monster lover #fem!reader

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

Brother's Keeper AU Story Post 9

[IMAGE ID: A sketch of Hunter kneeling in uniform, eyes squeezed shut, chastised. Belos' looming back stands large in the foreground. "I'm disappointed in your performance on your last mission, Hunter," he says. "Don't you understand that if we do not follow the Titan's will, your father's condition will never improve? And worse, more innocent people may suffer his fate. I know you can do better." /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A sketch of Caleb, seated, staring up in helpless distress, tears in the corners of his eyes. Belos looms over him in the foreground. "You should be more careful with your words, brother," he says. "I'm sure you would not wish to corrupt Hunter like you did so many of the others. It would be such a shame to replace him." /END ID]

Use the son to control the father. Use the father to control the son.

AU MASTER POST

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#the owl house #toh #toh Hunter #Philip Wittebane #Emperor Belos #Caleb Wittebane #wittebane brothers #brother's keeper au #doodle art #finally returning to one of the first drawings i ever did for this au! #which is why it looks a bit different. ignore the out of date furniture design lol #i did have to take some time to work out how to adjust it in a way that works here though #the original had no dialogue and no space for dialogue #this is the last pre-drawn one for a while boo #next one isn't until Flapjack turns up ;)

[afniel]

Maaaaaaaaaaaan, come on.

(the post has ended up in the tags btw. I am not changing this and I need you to understand that it is just me talking to myself semi-publicly)

#Nevi Writes #things said by a guy writing a thing he doesn't even intend to be writing and it's like 10k of words now. >:[ #while that's true I do want to emphasize that nobody should get excited about it right now tho okay #because like it's just. idk. I feel very much like it could end up not worth pursuing anyway. it's just a little baby wip. #(when the fuck did my little baby wips get to be 1/4-1/2 the length of my previous 'finished' stories!! what the hell) #it just feels nice to make words tho. and it does have that kind of 'ah good to catch up with these guys again' vibe which is nice. #even if the break has once again been like. on the order of days to a week maybe. I'm so bad at this taking a break business suddenly. lel. #but I don't have anything much to say about it at this point #other than I'm debating inventing a reason that presidential elections would have been moved by a couple of years between now and 2212 #what is it with me and having to be so damn precise with dates in this whole narrative. am I just mad that Capcom never tries? #(yes) (so mad) #(and 2212 would actually be an election year is the problem. I want time to have passed but I also want there to be a pres. election.) #(it's fine don't worry about it) #(this is how I decided that Blucifer got bload up and then replaced also. weird reliance on mashing up IRL things and fictional explosions) #(but it's fun isn't it? got that veneer of verisimilitude. I'm good at long words) #idk this is inevitable isn't it. but I'm going to keep playing like it's not. I think I need a little more space for this one mentally. #the first one just sort of fell out of my head fully assembled and the second one did that also but with different vibes #though it did actually take some cutting things and adjusting things to make it work which Failure to Compile did not #Failure to Compile was bizarrely effortless until the mad editing dash. Outcome Unpredictable was WORK #fun work at least! but in hindsight it was definitely more work to make it flow properly. #the real job for the 3th if it happens is gonna be wrapping up threads without dropping new ones in bc that's such a habit of mine now

[beholdthemem]

The universe saw fit to gift my grandmother with a lovely case of covid for Christmas because of course it fucking did, so the past few days have been, uh...

Busy.

#personal #she's not in the hospital- she did end up going to urgent care on the 25th but they sent her home. #she did not TELL US she was going to urgent care we found out via whatsapp from my aunt #who'd been trying to coordinate a family zoom call and was informed by my granddad 'later. we're #at the hospital now'. #why did they not call and ask us to drive given that we live TEN MINUTES AWAY and granddad shouldn't be driving at the best of times? #that i could not tell you. something about 'not wanting to inconvenience-' which is insane #dad and i have been going up to try and get everything we can done for them since then #nana's been granddad's caretaker since he got diagnosed but anyone who's had covid can tell you it takes fucking EVERYTHING out of you #to just fucking walk around. im off work till the 9th thank god so i can be there as often as required but even so... #I have a sense that i should probably be freaking the fuck out but mostly im just... calm? it's not a happy calm idk what emotion this is #but it definitely isn't positive- but im not panicking. i feel like new bad info does not surprise me anymore it's just kind of a grit-your- #teeth-and-adjust-to-handle-shit deal. like. 'mm. god shits in our collective dinner once again. figures.' #there's no point in flying off the handle just figuring out how to fix things. im not happy but im... steady i guess? #im resigned and bitter and optimistic until im given proof not to be but mostly what i am is tired. not physically just- #my brain feels like a wrung out dishcloth. i keep trying to write because i know it'll make me happy if i can but its not working. #i keep writing paragraphs of shit that aren't matching up with what i want and if somebody gives me some meaningless platitude about #how maybe it's a sign it should be there and to try and incorporate it ill rip their face off. shut. up.

[orcelito]

goal: Be Less Aggravated by the time dnd starts

#speculation nation #my morning was fine. coding lab took the whole time lol but i successfully coded with GUI!!! #last week the lab was very much them just tossing code at us to replicate but this week i had to actually figure it out #with taking inputs via JTextField & figuring out how to update that #essentially an interesting placeholder string thing but Specifically with a designated spot #i'd like to figure out how to position things better tho. i just kinda adjusted the frame size to make it line up well #bc with a wider frame it was just a MESS. but i didnt have time to learn formatting lol #but i learned inputs and how to work with the JLabels too. which is really exciting #dusting off the cobwebs with getters and setters & setting up instances of objects #but the GUI stuff is all new. bc they had us working with a uhh a thing that just kinda did all the GUI stuff for us in my last class #so i never actually learned how GUI works lol. but im learning now!!! #still very simple text boxes in a pop up window. but it is still Something. #wow i sure did just talk about my coding thing huh #BESIDES THAT i went into work for a bit to do some things. then went home and played more tales of arise. #then went to class. got pissed off. then did manager meeting. and here i am. #trying to practice... mindfulness... trying to not be super aggravated... with mixed results lol #i just need a tasty drink. maybe that will fix me.

[forbidden-sunlight]

warnings: mentioned child abuse, fem!reader, arranged marriage, implied obsessive behavior.

Imagine being reincarnated not as the heroine of the dark romance novel that you fell asleep reading, but the male lead’s villainous stepmother. Although it would be many years before you would marry his father, and your family would get out their mountain of debt from this arranged marriage. You swore to not take out your anger on the poor child as you laid in your crib.

Just because the duke still held a candle for his first wife and the mother of the male lead, his son did not deserve such cruel treatment from a woman who would never receive any affection from her husband. Arranged marriages rarely result in mutual happiness, but there is always the possibility of creating a respectful partnership between each other. 

So that is what you will do. 

You became ambitious in your studies and etiquette lessons, making connections with other young ladies of high society as your own reputation grew. Instead of becoming known for being a spiteful and superficial noblewoman,  invitations to soirees, tea parties, and banquets arrived at your household every other day.

The Mad Dog of Macaluso became The Blossoming Flower of High Society. Despite the marriage proposals your household had received, none of the gentlemen in the Umbra Empire were as rich as Giovanni Lombardo, the grand duke and the male lead’s father. 

So, the marriage still happened; but you were not bothered by your new husband’s declaration on your wedding night that he would never have a child with you, citing that he found you unpleasant and nothing at all like his deceased wife as his tall frame towering over yours, his gray orbs glaring down at you with icy disdain. You stared at him for a moment before you smiled.

“No one can ever replace a loved one, and it is a relief to know that you do not care for me romantically, Your Grace. This is a situation that is beneficial only to my house, and the Emperor had forced you to select me because he was tired of hearing everyone talking about how his most trusted aide has refused to remarry since his wife’s passing six years ago during childbirth. Your son is your heir, so there is no need to have another child. If you would permit me, I would like to get to know him more. If you do not believe me, you can assign a servant to watch me interact with him and the rest of the staff. Is that acceptable?”

The baffled expression on the duke’s face at your words had been worth all the hard work you have placed into being a better side character that wouldn’t be killed in the novel’s third chapter. You would not disappoint him. 

You would prove to be a valuable partner and protect the male lead until it was time for you to leave the stage. 

Three years passed. You performed your duties as the duchess, overseeing the household and organizing any functions that were to be hosted in the duchy. When you weren’t doing paperwork in your private office or speaking to the head butler on how to improve the workplace and other matters, you spent time with the male lead. 

Alessandro was a sweet little darling, possessing his father’s shiny platinum silver tresses and his mother’s bright blue eyes that sparkled in delight when you praised him for doing so well in his studies with a big hug or a kiss on the cheek. He was precocious for a six-year-old, though he still could not understand why his Papa didn’t like Mama. Mama being you, even when you have had to gently correct him more than once that you are his stepmother, not his birth mother. 

“Some day when you are older, you will understand.” You said, resting your chin on top of his head as you carefully adjusted your grip around his middle. He liked to sit in your lap under the garden’s pagoda during tea time, and you saw no issue with it.  “Papa may not like me, but we love you. That will never change, and we only want the best for you.” You ran a hand through his hair, tucking a stray strand behind his ear. 

In the original work, he became obsessed with the female lead because he did not receive any love from his father and was abused by his stepmother. Her gentle demeanor, her kindness and loveliness triggered his desire to have her all to himself. He had even commissioned the construction of a human-sized golden cage so that he could keep the female lead by his side forever. 

Alessandro pouted. “But I don’t want to wait that long! Can’t you tell me now?”

You chuckled. “Good things come to those who wait, my dear. Believe it or not, being a grown-up can be hard in this big, scary world.”

“That’s impossible! Papa is super cool and can do so many things!”

“Yes, he is quite something, isn’t he? Now drink some tea or it will get cold.” 

What you did not realize at the time was that the duke had returned home early from work and went to search for you. The head maid had told him where you were, though the duke had not expected Alessandro to be with you in the garden. He heard what you said about him, and how you have come to accept that you will never be loved by him and it was not his son’s fault.  How affectionate you were with him, smiling and ruffling his hair while reminding him to pay attention to his arithmetic tutor because it was important for him to understand numbers because they were just as important as knowing all colors in a rainbow or which fork to use for salads. 

You had kept your promise to him. 

You did not demand his affections, prioritizing the duchy and his son’s wellbeing. You did not take any paramours nor spent more than the allowance you were given to shop for dresses and other accessories in the capital. You attended tea parties, and did not bring shame to his family name. You were a perfect wife. You were worthy.

Would you object to him spending time with his son as you do? Would you allow him to get close, to spoil you with gifts? Would you even consider the idea of giving Alessandro a younger sibling? It’s been too long, and he does have needs. 

Happy Mother's Day, guys~! :)

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[suncoved]

OUCH! — RAFE CAMERON

pairing; boyfriend!rafe cameron x clumsy!fem!reader

summary; rafe wouldn't trade his clumsy girlfriend for the world.

warnings ; bit of blood (blood nose), fluffy fluff, ooc rafe fsss

you let out a huff to yourself as you reach your hand up to your forehead, clutching it softly and praying to yourself that you weren't sweating profusely. it was deathly hot in the outerbanks today, and your usually 5 minute walk to the cameron house had slowly turned into 15. you did not work well with heat, even after living in the obx for your entire life.

you knew if you called rafe and asked him to come get you at your house he probably would, but you wanted to have some dignity.

trying not to explode with happiness, you stepped into the doorway of the cameron house. with the ac cooling your body, you sighed in relief and made your way to the kitchen. you were always welcome at rafe's, you were there more than you were at your own house.

you heard someone yell your name behind you, whipping around to see rafe's little sister wheezie bolting towards you. "hi wheezie girl" you said as she really knocked you down from the force of her embrace. you had known wheezie since she was a baby and she loved and adored you like a big sister.

you ruffled her hair as she hugged you, though you were both quick to pull back from the heat still prevalent in your body temperature. "how'd the algebra test go?" you asked, adjusting her glasses that were now crooked on her face.

"not good, another D" she sighed, moving towards the kitchen counter as your eyes followed her movements. "its ok wheeze. you'll do better next time, i know you will." she smiled at you lovingly, before turning her eyes back to the current math question she was working on in her book.

you brought yourself to the kitchen cabinet, reaching in to pull out a glass. you loved rafes house, it was beautiful and clean and it had all your favourite things. food, blankets, a pool, an endless array of books and rafe, of course.

wait. where was rafe?

"where's your brother wheeze?" you asked, taking a sip out of your now full cup of water. "he went down to the gym with topper and kelce a bit ago, he's in one of his moods" she sighed, referring to the particularly touchy moods rafe gets in every once in a while.

which means he's extra pissed off than usual.

good.

you said goodbye to wheezie and made your way back out into the heat, walking down the steps and around the house to where the camerons gym was. you heard the loud rap music from miles away, the grunts of the boys echoing louder and louder and you got closer.

you got distracted from the damage of the hurricane on the shore of the beach outside the cameron house, your feet carrying you unconsciously towards your final destination.

you skimmed your eyes over the backyard, the pool foggy and murky, leaves and branches floating on top of the water. you bit your lip to stifle a laugh at wheezie jumping up and down with her phone in the air, trying to get wifi.

you were worried about how hard the cleaners and gardens were going to have to work to get the yard back in shape, but before you could come to feel empathetic for them, a searing pain arose on the bridge of your nose.

your eyes filled with tears as you reached your manicured hand up to your nose, the red crimson liquid staining your fingers and dripping onto your new yellow sundress.

because you weren't watching where you were going, you had run smack dab into the side of the entrance to the gym, your nose hitting the hinge that was sticking out of the wall.

you could taste the metallic substance dripping down your lips, your ears ringing from the pain. yes, you were always just a bit of a crybaby, but you had a low pain tolerance and bumping your nose hurt like shit.

you could hear the sound of weight dropping aggressively as you let out a whimper, clutching your nose in your hand. it was only seconds before heavy hands made their way onto your hips, an all too familiar strong cologne engulfing your nose, making it sting even more.

but you knew who it was, so you didn't hesitate to turn your body around and lay your head on his chest, your hand still protectively covering your nose. you couldn't help but sob at the pain, soft shushes and a hand rubbing your back comforting you softly as you wept.

rafe felt the blood stain his shirt, but he made no effort to move, kissing the top of your head softly.

it wasn't unusual for your daydreaming to lead you to injure yourself in some way. whether it was tripping over or banging into something, rafe knew your clumsiness all too well. but he hadn't seen you cry like this in pain since the 5th grade when you fell off the monkey bars and knocked your head.

along with his sets that were yet to finish, topper and kelce were now long forgotten in his mind. all he thought about was you, and the fact that you were in pain. it made him go fucking crazy.

"baby" he sighed softly as he gently pried you off his chest, pulling back to try to get a good look at your face. your hand was covered in blood, along with your lips and chin, the crimson red still dripping from your nose.

"fuck" he cursed, watching your tears flow down your cheeks in a steady stream. rafe wasn't often calm and collected, but this was a whole different level. he was freaking out.

he quickly took your hand in his, dragging you softly up to the entrance of tannyhill. the only thing he could hear was your whimpers and sobs echoing in his head, all he could think about was you.

before you knew it you were being lifted up onto the cool surface of rafes bathroom counter, the cold marble making you shiver as your dress rode up to expose your thighs. rafe quickly grabbed out multiple tissues from the box, gathering them together in his hand.

"this is going to pinch baby, i'm sorry. hold my hand yeah?" he asked — well — demanded. you felt him bring the paper up to your face, pinching the bridge of your nose softly to stop the blood flow.

he made quick work of multi-tasking as he kept the tissue on your nose, quickly cleaning the blood of your lips and chin. he didn't look you in the eyes once as the whole ten minutes he held your nose, waiting patiently before finally pulling away.

you had never been more thankful as you felt no more blood trickle down your face — and so was rafe.

he sighed as he threw the tissue in the bin, grabbing your face in his hands and holding leaning his forehead on yours. you looked into his eyes before he closed them and took a deep breath in.

"don't ever fucking do that to me again baby."

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[haikyuuhoo]

tired eyes

pairing: gojo x reader

wc: 790

warnings: light angst, minor manga spoilers

a/n: tagging @shotorus in this bc sel your sleepy gojo thoughts made me unable to stop thinking about this idea I've wanted to write. I know this is so different to the vibes of what you were talking about but I figured you deserved the tag since this lil drabble finally made its way out of my head bc of you <3 (pls don't feel like you need to read this I'm nervy just tagging you lol)

Gojo’s keys clang loudly against the bowl on the table in the entryway, and he has half a mind to cringe at the noise, seeing as it’s so late and you’re probably asleep by now. He unzips his jacket as he drags his feet in the direction of the bedroom, heaving out a sigh and finally letting his shoulders relax a little, letting some of the tension he’s been harboring for days leave his body. He's so tired that he feels like he could fall asleep in his clothes without even crawling beneath the duvet, though he knows he should at least shower first. But that's all forgotten when he steps into the warm glow spilling into the hallway from the light on your nightstand, and he hesitates for a moment when he notices that you're not asleep—in fact, you're very much awake, like you've been waiting for him.

Your gaze darts up when you see the figure in the doorway, a smile immediately lighting up your face. “You’re home,” you say as you set aside the book you were reading and pull your headphones off.

Gojo raises an eyebrow, making his way to the edge of the bed where you rise onto your knees to meet him. “You’re still up?”

And you nod, shrugging one shoulder slightly as you bring your hands up to cup his face. “Of course. Can’t really sleep well when I’m waiting for you to come back from a mission, ya know?” You say it so casually, but it makes him frown knowing you’re referring to the nineteen agonizing days he was gone from you. You lean in to close the distance between you two, pressing your lips to his in a hungry kiss that has him grasping your waist and pulling you flush against him.

“Well, as much as I wish you wouldn’t stay up just for me, I’m glad you did,” he murmurs into your mouth.

“Mmm,” is all you hum in response, pushing your fingertips underneath his blindfold. And then you kiss his nose, then his forehead, and then briefly his lips again.

And those lips fall into probably the prettiest pout you’ve ever seen. “You gonna take it off?” he asks, his voice low, and normally the tone would have you moving quickly to take everything off of him, but not tonight. Tonight, his voice is low with exhaustion, and you'd noticed the way it seemed to seep into his bones the moment he entered the room.

“No,” you say softly, and he nearly whines, “you’re tired. Your eyes—” You gently let your fingertips smooth across his eyelids over the blindfold “—I’m sure they need the rest.”

Gojo had a penchant for coming home with migraines after missions, all that time with his blindfold off to help him fight draining him and making his eyes even more sensitive than normal, and you’re sure tonight is no different.

“But I want to see you.”

The corner of your mouth tilts up. “I may not know exactly how your technique works, Satoru, but I know you can see me.”

And this time he does whine, squeezing your waist and pressing his forehead against yours. “You know it’s not the same. I wanna see you.”

You hum, stringing him along like you’re thinking about it and toying with the edge of the black fabric. “Okay,” you finally say, “just a peek, yeah?” Before he even has a chance to respond you're lifting it off and dropping it to the side. His hair falls around his face, messier than it normally is, and you gently brush it back.

Gojo blinks a couple of times to adjust his eyes to the light, and your chest tightens at the sleepy smile he gives you, at the way his eyes seem dimmer than usual. “Hi,” he whispers.

And you’re suddenly overcome with a wave of emotion that has you blinking back tears. “Hi.” You cup his face again, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones. “I missed you.”

He flashes you a grin. “Aww, no need to miss me too much, you know I can’t stay away from you.”

And you both know it’s his attempt to lighten the mood, to pretend that someday there's going to be a time when you’re not waiting up for him, when you can be at peace despite knowing his responsibilities will always take him away for days at a time, when he's not carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders—when there's not a very real possibility that someday he may not come home to you.

So you decide that today you two will pretend, and you let your tears fall, giving him a wobbly smile. “I know.”

reblogs & comments always appreciated <3

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[silasours]

ৎ⸝⸝⠀FAV POSITIONS ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. unprotected sex. different intercourse positions. praise kink. edging. creampie. overstimulation. sub reader. really soft luci!! usage of 'doll' on alastor's part. #summary : their favorite positions to fuck you in bed !! or something. #note : if you're wondering where the male version of giving/receiving head is, it'll take longer to be posted than you might think :3 I currently do not have the spark to write for that idea.

ʚ LUCIFER .

spooning / missionary position. lucifer prefers to hold you whole while fucking, it provides a sense of security and satisfaction to him at the very least. he would have his arms around your body almost throughout the whole session.

the bright, blinding sun peeps through the small gap between the curtains that covers the windows in your shared room. your fingers claw into the soft bed sheets, droopy eyes fighting to lift open considering how you woke up to lazy thrust of lucifer's hips.

it seems that the both of you almost instantly fell asleep after last night's intercourse while having him remain buried deep in you. it wasn't until when he woke up earlier than you did and felt a warm sensation he normally wouldn't feel that he realized that he slept through the night with his length nestled inside of you.

for some odd reason, that thought alone riled him up. he grunted after feeling his cock twitch inside of you, a shaky breath leaving his lips and hitting your skin. feeling his gaze falling onto your back that faced him, he slowly moved his hips, lips leaning in to press sloppy kisses from your shoulder to the back of your neck. he wanted to wake you up, to have you feel good along with him.

and that brings you to where you are now; body held closely against his, his lean arm wrapped around your waist as his forehead leans against your shoulder. he thrusts at a quicker pace compared to before, soft whines and groans spilling from his lips and so does yours.

every time your skin comes in contact with one another, a throaty moan would be drawn from you with your eyes closed tight. the fog in your head has yet to subside completely, and lucifer is already working to add in more haze to your mind. you feel him dragging deliciously along your walls, body still unable to adjust to the burning sensation at this time of the day.

"morning, baby," he whispers against your now flushed skin, a grin growing on his face when he hears you moan. you grasp onto the soft sheets tighter; him spooning you while fucking into you allows him to reach areas that he normally isn't able to. the feeling made your vision grow blurry, unable to focus on anything other than pleasure.

you moan his name weakly, words incomprehensive as they leave your mouth without giving them another thought. you hear lucifer mumbling about him reaching close to his climax, his grip on your hips tightens significantly as well as the pace of his trust. it merely took a couple more thrusts of his hips before he spilled his warm release inside of you, your body shaking as you climaxed along with him.

your breath is hot against the bed sheet, a strong wave of exhaustion hitting you like a ton of bricks. lucifer feels the same thing as you do, his upper body falling onto the bed with a soft thud as his elbow gives out. you feel him pull you in closer into his embrace, soft murmurs of sweet nothings into your neck as the both of you drift into yet another slumber for the day.

ʚ ALASTOR .

doggy style / leapfrog position. he likes watching you from above as he fucks you into a mindless, moaning mess. having a clear view of the effect he has on you is exactly what he aims for especially under activities like this, and this positions provides him just the thing he wants. i used doggy style here :3

you feel cold tentacles wrap around your thighs and push them further apart, legs threatening to give out with the hold of his tentacles being the sole support for your body. today is a day when alastor returns home frustrated; his red locks were slightly messed with splinters of hair poking out, brows furrowed on his forehead and his usual grin didn't seem as bright as they usually do.

you did not have much time to register his situation and ask him before getting lifted up by his tentacles, sharp coldness stings your skin where they wrap around. darkness surrounds the both of you before disappearing when you both appear in the bedroom that you share, your body being tossed onto the bed as the hold of his tentacles on your body remains.

despite being harsh and all, there's always a hint of softness in alastor's actions like vocally asking to make sure you're alright and not hurt occasionally. his clawed hands have a firm hold on your hips, his own snapping onto yours brutally to the point where the bed would creak ever so often. your eyes roll back until it's almost completely white, mouth hanging open as uncontrollable babbles roll off your tongue.

his eye twitches in excitement at the sight displayed below him, the sight of you taking him in so nicely drawing out a groan from his throat. slowly, another one of his many tentacles snakes from his back and plunges itself into your mouth through your parted lips, the dampness of your mouth already coating a layer onto it.

"look at you. such great performance from you, doll." praise falls through his gritted teeth while he thrusts into you, doing his best to contain his noises, avoiding being overly vocal. being less vocal makes him feel like he's more of the one in control, despite wanting to let them out so badly because of how good you feel.

you return with a muffled moan in response, walls clamping down on him while you choke on the tentacle that reaches the back of your throat. alastor's grin widens, allowing his tentacles to grip tighter around your thighs, and the other one curls in your mouth. hot tears slide down your face as you feel a strong release approach closer with each of his hard thrusts, a buzzing sound filling your ears along with a few words that he speaks.

the coil in your stomach snapped suddenly without allowing you to vocally warn him about it, your upper body giving out while your lower remains upright solely from the support of his hold. your body shakes intensely, face pressed far into the bed sheet; a spasming mess is what alastor would describe you as currently.

your consciousness was about to fade before your eyes snapped wide open once again, feeling a sudden stretch with a loud slap of your skin. he has not reached climax yet, so of course he's not done.

"will you be so obedient and allow me another round, hm? i have not achieved my goal yet, you see."

ʚ VOX .

mating press position. what can i say, he's absolutely smitten over how you look when he presses you down while fucking deep inside of you. he gets to hear you moan and ramble about how deep he's in, feeling your muscle tense in his hold whenever the tip of his cock kisses the spot inside of you. he's drunk on the feeling and view, always wanting more of it which results in multiple rounds until the both of you are overstimulated.

"doin' so good f' me," vox's voice is shaky along with a slight glitch, heavily hinting at the pleasure he's receiving. a streak of pink line connects from the corner of his mouth down to the frame of his screen, a wobbly grin plastered on his face.

his clawed fingers hold a firm grip on the back of your knees, pressing them onto your chest while simultaneously rocking his hips against yours. his gaze locks with the thick liquid that oozes out from you every time his cock fully pushes in, forcing the liquid out and rolling down your clammy skin. the demon moans at the sight, significantly increasing his pace and making you yelp in surprise.

you're fuzzy from overstimulation, barely able to comprehend simple sentences as they're all just a blur in your mind. your hands are folded onto your face, tears and saliva sprawled everywhere messily on your face with your knee occasionally hitting your cheeks. every time you'd mumble about how it's 'too much' or 'you can't go for any more rounds', vox would shut you up with a harsh slap on your thigh before resuming on fucking your pretty hole with a chuckle.

he's tired, too, from round after round of ejaculation. it feels like he has nothing more to offer, but god are you unresistible. he craves more of his name spilling out as pretty noises from your lips, craves for the warmth of your velvet walls engulfing his sore erection, craves for another satisfying sight of him filling you up with his seed all the way to the brim.

his eyes light up as an idea pops into him, his fingers gripping tighter onto your legs. the tip of them light up a bright color of blue before vanishing suddenly, a sudden shock of small electricity piercing through your skin from his fingers. your body jolts at the sudden unfamiliar sensation, a different kind of noise slipping from your tongue. your eyes are wide, gaze that met his in confusion and pleasure.

vox grins at your reaction; he loves it. it's obvious that you did, too, feeling how tight you squeezed around him when you felt the sudden electricity shock send through your veins. he leans forward, only increasing his thrusts as he readies to send yet another wave of electricity through his fingers. he found a brand new way to toy with you, to draw out pretty noises that he always get drunk on.

"you like that, huh? squeezing around me like that, s' like you're begging for more my love."

ʚ VALENTINO .

lotus / heatwave position. he either likes to see you struggle to pleasure him properly or fuck you over the kitchen counter or any high tables he has in his office. he finds it hot to limit your movements, watching you helplessly take in anything and everything he has to offer. i used heatwave pos. here :3

“fuck, val, c-can’t we do this in- hngh, bed?” you groan in frustration before getting cut off by a moan, a hand gripping tightly onto his arm and another on the corner of the countertop. your leg was thrown over valentino’s shoulder when he lifted you onto the counter top, giving him a perfect display of you for himself. he gave you a breathy laugh before he replied teasingly. “this is fun, no? It feels better than the bed.”

out of all places, he chose to do it at the countertop, the place where you can barely move around to avoid falling off. he only chuckled everytime you complained and whined, shutting you up with a thrust of his fingers inside of you. 

toying with you like this has always been his favorite. he knows exactly what and where to reach in you just to make your legs tremble and body shudder in pleasure, soft moans of his name that spills as you plead for more. he carries on providing pleasure to you until he feels the gummy walls around his fingers tighten, signaling a close approach of climax; he remove his fingers completely from you and deny your orgasm.

he watches you whine, trying to pull his hand back as you tighten around nothing out of desperation. valentino watches with a shit-eating grin on his face, leaning forward to bite on your earlobe while whispering. “hm, why don’t you tell me exactly why i should give you what you want?” he pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice sweet like honey cooing into your ear. “I’m waiting, carino~” 

you grunt, hating the cheekiness of his behavior yet desperate for a sweet release. giving in slightly, you glare at him with glistening eyes while running your mouth with sweet words in hopes of them being enough to convince him knowing how playful this man could get. he gazes down at you while holding your leg over his shoulder, lips grazing over your ankle as a ghosting kiss. he shows no response to your words, just doing whatever he was with half-lidded eyes.

just as you thought your attempt failed, you feel his sudden thrust into you, a spark of pain and pleasure shoots all the way to your head. your breath gets caught in your throat, a loud gasp leaving your lips, body freezing in place to adjust to the sudden stretch. valentino drinks in your reaction with a hungry gaze, earning a low grunt from him as he pulled his hips back slowly before thrusting forward again. excitement bubbles in his chest, his upper row of sharp teeth biting down on his lower lips.

he doesn’t waste another second on waiting and starts rolling his hips at a steady pace. he moans in great pleasure, both pairs of his arms hold you firmly to avoid you falling off. your face burns more than usual because of how exposed you feel being in this position, yet it also riles you up a whole lot. you already feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten, begging to snap after multiple denies from your partner. 

valentino feels it, of course. instead of slowing down or completely moving himself, he increases the pace to the point where the tip of his cock is able to press on the sensitive spot inside of you. your chest heaves heavily with yet another gasp, gritting your teeth because of how much it triggers the coil in your stomach. your knuckles gradually turn white from how hard you’re gripping the demon, moaning at how close you are to your sweet release. 

everything came to a halt when he suddenly stopped his movements. he has denied your orgasm, again. you groan in frustration, hitting his chest with your fisted hands with a frown on your face. valentino snickers at your reaction, completely unfazed by your annoyance. he has all the time he needs to play with you, after all.

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