#its a cute and slightly amusing image

[yuki-world]

那维莱特 | NEUVILLETTE ; TEACH

summary | you're just so sexually inexperienced, surely neuvillette, someone who has lived for millenniums, could teach you a thing or two about pleasuring someone?

tags | nsfw (smut), fem!reader, slight corruption, first-time blowjob, throat bulge, face-fucking, cum swallowing, praise kink, mentions of virginity, 1.9k words

a/n : you have no idea how down bad i am. pt 2 here —> learn

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neuvillette is not amused.

he’s always open to sharing his knowledge with others; in fact, he has been teaching you a plethora of things, more than you could’ve imagined. you admired neuvillette, he knew that very well. experience was definitely something he didn’t lack.

but some things… aren’t meant to be shared, especially not whatever you were asking for.

“its not that big of a deal,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “you said you would teach me anything.”

“please, it's unwise to joke about things like that,” neuvillette says. he looks at you for any hints of a smile, a giggle, anything to indicate that you were joking. he sees nothingー just you with your head slightly tilted, waiting patiently for his answer. quite cute, he must admit.

look, he understands that you are a curious person; you’re always up for expanding your knowledge. but isn’t this… a little too much? asking him to teach you how to give a blowjob? it's not like he didn’t have experience with… that. but this topic wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he said you could ask him anything.

but neuvillette has a soft spot for you; he’s come to grow fond of you. what started from him finding it annoying how you pester him on the daily, to him looking forward to seeing you as an escape from his work. you’re like a breath of fresh air. he has no obligation to, but he feels like it's his job to guide and protect you.

the room fills with silence, and you attempt to draw an answer out of him again. he’ll probably give in, you think. after all, he does have a soft spot for you. “oh, but i’m not joking,” you rebutted. “why won’t you teach me?” you try again, hoping your question would be answered.

its silent yet again, the lack of response making you click your tongue. its hard to figure out how he’s feeling, because the look on his face tells you nothing. that’s when you thought you could tease him a little to get a reaction out of him, if that would even work.

“how disappointing. i suppose i’ll just have to ask someone else, maybe wriothesley? i’m sure he’ll be happy to teach me.”

the mention of another man’s name has his attention back onto you immediately. sure, he’s hesitant on teaching you about pleasuring someone. but no way is he going to let you ask someone else about this; he won’t allow it. won’t even consider it. the image of you sucking another man off has him furrowing his eyebrows.

“what do you think? or maybe i should askー”

“i think that’s enough, y/n.”

at this point, you think you might’ve actually made him angry. he’s never sounded this strict with you before, it almost sounds like he’s about to give you a whole lecture on why you shouldn’t be asking for these types of things. but he doesn’t.

it’s such a dirty act, it feels terribly wrong, but he simply couldn’t deprive you of such knowledge. if something like this piques your curiosity, then he will go along with it to satisfy you.

neuvillette clears his throat, composing himself. “i will only teach you onceー once and we won’t speak about this again. does that sound alright?”

he sees your face light up in an instant, nodding eagerly. “thank you, neuvillette! i will be forever grateful!” you exclaim, and he feels his cock twitch in his pants. fuck, he thinks. you’re going to be the death of him.

“kneel for me,” he asks of you, and you lower yourself obediently. you’re directly facing his crotch, and embarrassment creeps onto you. you shy away from the image in front of you, nervously playing with your fingers. your face is flushed red no matter how hard you try to hide it.

he notices immediately, hand reaching to stroke your hair, intending to provide some sort of comfort and reassurance. “are you nervous?” he questions, and you nod slowly.

“oh, love. don’t be nervous. i’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

your heart jumps at the pet name, eyes widening. that felt way too good to hear. you don’t ask if he called you that by mistake, partially because you were too eager to proceed, but also because you didn’t want him to correct himselfー if it was even a mistake at all. “please do, neuvillette,” you urge.

he finally releases his cock from the confines of his pants, hard and erect as it lightly slaps your cheek when he pulls it out.

you almost start drooling at his length. it was so large, so long, so thick. you haven’t even put it in your mouth and you’re already starting to think about how it would feel inside you. the pink tip leaks pearly drops of pre-cum. your hands reach up to his cock immediately, and he hisses.

“eager now, are we?” he teases, while you’re still in awe over his impressive size. he silently chuckles at how you admire his length, almost like you just found treasure. “have you ever seen a cock, y/n?”

you’ve… seen a few. not in real life though, and definitely none similar to his size. it's different, in a good way, seeing it up-close. it’s even more special because it's neuvillette. “not in real lifeー not like this, no.”

“i see,” he says, exhaling as he pulls your hand off, giving himself a couple of pumps. were you really that pure? it makes him so hard.

“are you ready? listen very carefully, yes?” he guides his cock onto your lips, tapping a few times. “take it in slowly, and ensure your teeth don’t touch,” he tells you.

he taps his cock on your lips again, and you open your mouth again without any hesitation. he guides his cock into your mouth inch by inch, and you taste his pre-cum on your tongue immediately. a tad bit salty, but you can take it.

“y/nー oh…” he sighs in pleasure as he feels your mouth wrap around his cock-head. he was in heavenー your mouth was so warm and wet, he could barely control himself from fucking into your face. he should be the one composed, he should be the one staying calm, he’s the one teaching you for fuck’s sake; yet he’s the one struggling as you start taking his cock further into your mouth.

“just like that, a little moreー mmh… thats it,” his breath hitches when he feels the tip hit the back of your throat. he was so deep in, but he wanted to just thrust it in further. you took it so well, he thinks. not even gagging like he expected you to, and no teeth just like he told you to. how obedient.

you adjusted your mouth on his cock as your drool started dripping down onto your lap. your hand reaches up to stroke what you couldn’t take in, and it elicits a gasp from him. he doesn’t instruct you to, but you start moving on your own as if you’ve done it before.

you drench his cock with your saliva as you suck him off, your hands holding his thighs for support.

“such a good girl, y/n. you take my cock so wellー don’t even need to teach you,” he praises and you hum around him as a form of thanks. you take that as motivation as you suck faster, occasionally swirling your tongue on the tip. you tongue his slit, licking up every drop of pre-cum that leaks.

he throws his head back when you take him particularly deep in your throat, and he almost couldn’t take it anymore. he stops you, pulling you off his cock. copious amounts of saliva drip out, a string of saliva connecting his cock to your mouth.

this was a sight he could only ever see in his dreams. your lips swollen, cheeks flushed red, your eyes tearyー god, he loves you, he really loves you. he thinks you look absolutely beautiful even with your face covered in your own spit. this does it for him.

“stay put, and let me fuck your face, alright? can you handle it, love?” there it was again, calling you ‘love’. you’re smitten, you’d do anything after hearing him call you that. “iー i can handle it.”

neuvillette smiles, wiping off some of the drool on your face before he slides his cock inside your mouth again. “as expected of my good girl.”

his hands hold the sides of your head for stability, slowly thrusting into your mouth to test the waters. when he’s sure you’re okay, he starts fucking into your face, making sure you feel every inch of his cock down your throat.

he can’t stopー he’s addicted. truth be told, he’s been deprived of sexual pleasure for so long, it felt like heaven. you took him so deep with no complaints, you deserve so much more for being so good to him. he can’t stop thrusting into your mouthー it feels like he was fucking a pussy.

and then thoughts of fucking you invade his mind. if you’ve never given a blowjob before, surely that would mean you’ve never had sex, which makes you a virgin. fuck, he wants to take you so bad. you’d be so tight, so warm, so sweet. would you like to know about sex too, then? would you let him take you?

he’s brought back to reality as your hand grips his thighs, signaling for him to stop. he thinks he might’ve hurt you, but you continue to your administrations. he’s so close, he feels his climax approaching, but he needs slightly more.

“give me your hand,” he requests, and you raise your hand up. he takes it gently, guiding it his balls as he squeezes them. “yeahー ah, keep doing that.”

what a fast learner you are. you massage his balls as you continuing to deep-throat him. the grip on your hair was getting tighter, louder groans coming out from him. “you’re going to make me cum, love. god, i’m so close.”

he breaks when you take him in so deep, he sees a bulge in your throat. it was his last straw. “ohー fuuuck…” he thrusts into you as he blows his load straight down your throat. you didn’t even have time to taste him or even react, widening your eyes as he throws his head back.

he pants, pulling his cock out slightly till only the tip was left in your mouth, pumping out weak spurts of cum. you swallowed it all, even going so far as to licking him clean of any remnants of cum.

neuvillette is a mess. you’re a mess. he’s so far gone, he still feels the effects of his climax. he pulls you off his cock, helping you up before tucking himself back in his pants.

“are you alright, y/n? are you hurt? my apologies, i should have asked for your permission,” he caresses your cheek, referring to how he came in your mouth. you shook your head. “it’s fineー i… liked it.”

“oh? how naughty,” he scolds, smoothing your messy hair down from how he gripped it earlier. “so, was this a helpful lesson, y/n? do you know nowー how to pleasure someone?”

you nodded. “really insightful. thank you, neuvillette. but…”

“but?”

“maybe... you can teach me what an orgasm feels like next?”

“i see. i will gladly indulge.”

ー @yuki-world

#雪| 那维莱特 neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette smut #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader smut

[unhingedhiro]

when s. coups becomes seungcheol

s. coups x f!reader

word count -> 1.6k

tags -> fluff, established relationship, slightly suggestive, just about barely proofread, sulky cheol, one (1) kim mingyu mention, domestic cheol (yea that needs its own tag)

hello i bring nothing but purely brainrot as a result of missing cheol + the image and mere concept of sulky choi seungcheol

S. coups. The so-called alpha leader of SEVENTEEN, leader of the hip-hop unit, an insanely gorgeous man with an equally gorgeous voice.

Yet, the man who sat infront of her was none of these things, and wasn’t S. coups either. No, the man pouting just opposite of her for forgetting to say “I love you”, was Choi Seungcheol, better known as Cheol.

He’s sits at their table, in the house they’d just recently bought, an adorable pout on the lips his fans had affectionately nicknamed ‘cherry lips’. The sight of such a cute facial expression completely contrasts the way he’s sat back, beefy arms folded across his broad chest, legs just slightly spread in a manner she could only describe as ‘absurdly attractive.’ The kind of attractiveness that would have fans completely speechless or in varying states of insanity. She doesn’t blame them. Choi Seungcheol, the man who was her beloved, was indeed a gorgeous man.

She’s knocked out of her thoughts by the aforementioned man clearing his throat in a particularly obnoxious, yet amusing manner. His eyes narrow as she jolts, a slightly sheepish, guilty smile at his direction.

“Sorry Cheol. Really.”, her voice is gentle, soothing.

It’s a voice she knows Seungcheol is absolute putty for, and indeed she knows it pays off when Seungcheol’s lips part slightly, before settling back into a pout that left her unsure whether to swoon or sigh.

“Sorry won’t cut it.”, he huffs. “Why didn’t you reply to my message?”

“..Message?”

This time, she is truly perplexed, and Seungcheol shoots a rather pointed glare in her direction before rummaging through his pocket for his phone. He ignores her small protests that she genuinely hadn't received a message, quickly scrolling through his chats. A moment passes, before the pouty expression on his face is quickly wiped away, replaced by surprise, before Seungcheol sheepishly returns his phone to his pocket. In a small voice, he finally speaks.

“That’s… my bad. I forgot to press send.”

A beat of silence passes before she bursts into laughter. The pout on Seungcheol’s face only grew larger, and once she’d realised this, she quickly made her way to him. She embraces him, an affectionate apology for having laughed and it doesn’t take long for Seungcheol to finally cave, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his face into her shoulder. He pulls her onto his lap, igonoring her small yelp of surprise and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.

“Wanted to message you about tonight, and that I love you.”

She smiles at his words, returning his kiss.

“It’s okay. I love you too, Cheol. I really do. Thank you for the surprise.”

The surprise in question had been coming back to a romantic candle-lit dinner, her favourite meal tastefully placed in a new set of plates she knew Seungcheol had definitely bought hours before she’d come back. Upon an initial bite, she’d instantaneously recognised it to be Mingyu’s recipe. Seungcheol knew from the way her face had lit up as soon as she’d had the first savoury, warm bite that she recognised it.

“Did you make this, Cheol?”

The man nods, surprised at her correct guess. As he responds, a small inkling of doubt crept up.

Did she not like it?

Contrary to his fear, she’d smiled a small smile and a nod of approval came with it.

“It’s more seasoned to my taste than when Mingyu makes it for all of us.”

Her remark encouraged Seungcheol to smile, an indicator of his pride at having nailed the seasoning. He watches as she polishes off her plate, seemingly having relentlessly devoured the food. Despite this, once she’d finished, she was gently sat back down after getting up to put the plates away. Confused, she cocks her head and the action almost makes Seungcheol want to forget even having considered the notion of confronting her.

“I’ll take the plates.”

“But Cheol-“

“No buts.”, he grabbed her plate before she could react, quickly bringing both plates to the kitchen.

“You worked hard today. Let me take care of you.”

His response provoked a sigh from her, as she muttered.

“You have a week back here Cheol, and you’ve done so much for me already.”

“It’s okay, I want to spend my week doing things for you.”, Seungcheol returned to the table, offering a glass of water, which she accepted.

As she sipped on the water he’d provided her, all she can say is,

“You’re too good to me.”

“Is that a bad thing?”, he teased, and she shook her head.

“No. I’m just grateful for it.”

She noticed his smile as he came back for the rest of the table, watching affectionately as she switched on the lights. The room is brought back to a much less romantic, more domestic tone, the candles having been blown out. Once the lights are on again, Seungcheol ambled his way over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face into her hair.

“You always say I’m too good to you, but really it’s the opposite.”

“Is it?”, she laughed, turning to face him and kissing him.

It doesn’t last long, but its enough for butterflies to slowly begin to flutter, and it felt like once more she’d just begun dating him again. The feeling of it is wondrous, something she finds is a common occurrence despite her years of being with Seungcheol.

He pulls away for a moment, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek before he gently guides her, large hand clasping her wrist, to the couch. It was then she notices he’d set out a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, and it clicks.

“A movie, Cheol?”

“Yeah.”

Seungcheol takes pride in the look of delight that practically blooms on her face, lips parted to say something. But before she can, he pulls her onto the couch. They fall, a tangle of limbs and giggles when he suggests,

“Howl’s Moving Castle?”

She nods enthusiastically, the previous tiredness in her eyes present as always. But this time, it’s overshadowed by sheer joy and affection.

“You know me so well.”

“Of course I do.”

He smiles into the kiss she proceeds to place on his lips and lets her shift around to a more comfortable position. As she does so, he reached for the remote and the bowl of popcorn, handing the latter to her. They make their way through the movie, Seungcheol’s infamous pout resurfacing when she cracks a joke about Howl. He doesn’t sulk for long however, a small mention of him being her Howl killing off any intentions he’d had of prolonging his pouting session. It’s a cheesy line, and he was being cheesy by affirming it, but after a long work day for her and a long three months’ worth of tour for Seungcheol, it was something they both appreciated.

Time to themselves, where nothing else in the world mattered apart from the both of them, entangled in each other’s arms, watching a movie they both enjoy while she lazily munches on popcorn Seungcheol had prepared, as the latter affectionately kisses her every few minutes or so, small murmurs of commentary running alongside it.

As Howl’s Moving Castle comes to a close, she finds that Seungcheol has gently removed the now empty popcorn bowl from her hands, placing it on the coffee table as he lifts her off the couch in a princess carry. The unexpected movement causes her to yelp, eyes widening in surprise before they soften once more as she realises what he’s doing.

Seungcheol carries her to their shared room, settling her onto the bed and laughing when she pulls him down to kiss him. He practically presses her into the bed, returning her mildly lazy kiss with an equal amount of enthusiasm, affection ever present on his lips. It elicits a sigh of satisfaction from her, and Seungcheol grins. He moves to place gentle butterfly kisses along her jawline, watching as she raises her head to give him more access. Yet, before he can trail his kisses down her neck, she stops him. Seungcheol looks up, confusion evident on her face and she offers a slightly guilty smile.

“Sorry, Cheol. I’m a bit tired today.”

At her request, he halts his movements, bringing himself back to eye level with her. As close as possible, at least.

“Sure you don’t want me to take care of you? You don’t need to do anything if you don’t want to.”

She shakes her head, the arms around his neck tightening.

“I want to sleep.”, she murmurs, and Seungcheol swears his heart melts upon hearing the vulnerability and fatigue in her voice.

Thus, he obliges, gently resting himself on top of her until she complains a few minutes later.

“Cheooool, get off. You’re heavy.”

He whines a little in protest, pouting and looking at her with soft doe eyes and she has to resist the urge to give in and let him lie there a little longer. Despite this, his weight was beginning to crush her, the feeling of it overwhelming and she shakes her head gently. Seungcheol smiles, rolling over, arms still enveloping her in a comforting warmth. She thanks him quietly before turning to face his chest, seemingly having knocked herself out. He notices her breathing having slowly become slower, more measured and deemed her dead asleep. The sight of it only makes him pull her closer to him, fighting a giggle that threatens to emerge when she buries her head deeper into his chest.

I could die like this, he thinks, stealing one last glance at her before succumbing to his own need to sleep.

#seungcheol fluff #choi seungcheol #scoups fluff #scoups x reader #seventeen fanfic #hiro brainrots

[kyopmi]

we've talked about jealous omi before but what about when u get jealous and clingy? or alternatively:

♡ — when you're in a secret relationship with kiyoomi but his fans start shipping him with someone else

｡:ﾟ sakusa kiyoomi x reader

｡:ﾟ 1.06k words; all aboard the fluff train!

the second kiyoomi steps foot in your shared apartment, it seems like you're clinging onto him more than usual – greeting him with many kisses and a lingering hug, choosing to sit next to him instead of across from him at dinner, and flopping right on top of him on the couch to watch your show.

kiyoomi doesn't mind at all, arms encircled around your form with one hand resting on the small of your back while the other between your shoulder blades, fingers occasionally moving to brush against your neck ever so slightly and enjoying the way you shiver delightfully and bury your face into his chest.

he is curious, though.

“y/n.”

“hmm?” your response is slightly muffled by the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

“what's gotten you so clingy today?”

always so straightforward, you think. then again, he wouldn't be sakusa kiyoomi if he wasn't.

“... nothi-”

“no.” he's immediately cuts you off on your attempted lie, shooting you a pointed look.

“alright, fine,” you huff in defeat, “i saw that video of you and the sports reporter earlier.”

“from the last match?” he asks.

“yeah.”

kiyoomi knows exactly which sports reporter video you're talking about. it's the one where he's stood next to them for a short interview after a successful MSBY match, but just as the reporter was about to begin, they had accidentally dropped the cue cards they were holding. without thinking twice, sakusa had bent down to help pick up the stray cards while the reporter stuttered out apologies, thanking him as he hands them their cards back.

to him, it was a completely normal, harmless interaction.

to some fans, it was the blossoming of a romantic-cliche relationship.

and it usually wouldn't have bothered you so much – you know first-hand how attractive and irresistible kiyoomi is, so it's not surprising that anyone would crush on him at least a little. (in fact, maybe you would be offended for him if no one did.) so, seeing other people getting starstruck or tongue-tied in the presence of your boyfriend? nothing out of the ordinary.

however, it does start getting annoying when you spend your entire afternoon scrolling through social media only to find tweets, video edits and comments about “the way he looks at them is so cute😍”, “he's definitely crushing on the reporter!”, “i'm gonna riot if they don't become a couple ASAP.”

all because of the stupid “cool-guy” image your stupid handsome boyfriend has accidentally portrayed himself as, so now everyone's going crazy at the slightest crumb of him being a decent human being? plus that last comment is being way too dramatic.

your relationship with kiyoomi isn't really a secret, per se. many of your friends and families know about it. it's just the both of you tend to keep it lowkey – no excessive PDA or social media posts, and somehow the media has yet to catch wind of it, either. but, you've always enjoyed the privacy you get from it and so does kiyoomi, so you've agreed to keep your relationship the way it is.

but that was before you desperately wanted to comment “sorry, he’s taken! xoxo” at every post of kiyoomi and that sports reporter. 

of course, you wouldn’t actually do that, and you realize you’re just being petty and dramatic right now (not that you’d ever admit that to kiyoomi. the amount of times you’ve teased him, calling him dramatic? he would never let you live this down.) but a little jealousy in your situation is reasonable, right?

kiyoomi chuckles in amusement from beneath you, a soft smile growing when he sees your pout deepen. his toned arms squeeze you tighter, closer to him, pulling you up towards his face so he can lean in and press a kiss on your forehead. 

“you know it’s just the internet doing its thing, right? they’ll get bored and move on to something new soon enough,” he hums, his hand rubbing circles on your back.

“i know,” you sigh, feeling yourself instantly relax under his touch and you melt into him even more, “it’s just annoying to see.”

he hums again in acknowledgement. there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you for a moment, with only the sounds from the tv playing in the background, until kiyoomi speaks again.

“hey,” he calls out, quieter this time, making you look at him again, “you know i love you, right?”

kiyoomi doesn’t realize his heart is pounding until a small smile graces your lips and he feels himself calm down, the corners of his lips mirroring your own.

“of course i know that, silly,” you laugh. “i love you, too.”

“good.” he leans in once again, this time to capture your lips with his in a slow kiss.

sakusa kiyoomi has always loved you with his actions more so than his words, and right now, he hopes his kiss is able to convey just how much love he has for you, in the way his honey lip balm that you got him tastes on his lips, in the way you can definitely feel his heart pick up its pace, in the way his large hand is gently splayed across your face down to your neck, his index and middle finger resting on one side of your cheek and his thumb on the other side, while the rest of his fingers can feel your similarly quickening pulse as they rest just below your jaw. he’s reluctant when you pull away, keeping you as close as possible so you can still feel his breath tickle against your skin as he holds back a pout lest you start calling him your cute baby boy.

“do you want to tell them? everyone, i mean. like, officially,” he asks, his voice almost a whisper.

you blink in surprise at his sudden offer. “no, it’s fine. i like us the way we are,” you reply truthfully, “and, like you said, it’ll pass soon enough.”

“okay.” kiyoomi nods and gives you another peck on your lips, one that silently says me too. “i’ll get atsumu or hinata to post a shirtless thirst trap or something. that should shift their attention.”

you snort at his idea. it’s admittedly not a bad one, but...

“i’ll do you one better, omi. why don’t you post a – mmph!”

kiyoomi is quick to shut you up with another kiss on that one.

this is my apology to kiyoomi for always saying he’s dramatic (i mean, he is, but don’t tell him i said that) and PLEASE tell me no one saw me accidentally post this when it was half-done LMAO

#see i told u im plagued with omi thoughts #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sakusa fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #&works

[talaok]

Hello, I have an idea.

how about something cute, about pedro and the reader at the Beyoncé concert, and Pedro being a little jealous and possessive, because of all the attention the reader is drawing to herself.

aries men are extremely possessive and jealous. LOL

Thank you. ♥️

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

The amount of attention the people around you were paying to Beyonce, the woman they had paid good money to see perform, had decreased exponentially since they'd realized " the Y/n fucking Y/l/n" (as Pedro had overheard one of them saying) was standing between them.

And when you had started dancing... well let's say the situation had only worsened.

Sarah, yes as in Sarah Paulson, Pedro's good friend, had hooked you up with tickets, and when you'd heard about it, you almost fainted by how happy you were.

I mean who wouldn't be, it's fucking Beyonce we're talking about.

You had dressed up, of course, a tight, silver, sparkly dress hugged every curve of your body, and as much as you had tried to persuade Pedro to do the same, all you managed to achieve was to paint one of his fingernails silver to match your outfit.

You both spent the first twenty minutes of the concert looking up at the stage in awe, and wondering how the fuck you got so lucky.

But now as you were dancing and screaming the words to every song at the top of your lungs, he was starting to come to the realization that a lot of people in the crowd were enjoying that same pretty outfit you'd put on, and not just him.

Like the two dudes in the row behind you, whose eyes were wandering a little too much for his liking.

But he didn't want to disturb your experience, so at first, he just started standing closer, reminding everyone how he was your boyfriend, and only he could touch you.

And when that wasn't enough, one of his hands found the small of your back, and god but the moment you turned to him and flashed that stupidly happy smile at him he felt like the luckiest man in the world, and forgot all about his worries for a while, loosing himself in the music.

Until a chuckled "dude!" made its way to his ears, and he turned around to see one of the guys he'd already spotted pointing at you as he elbowed his friend.

Yeah that's definitely a fucking no

All it took was for him to shoot them both a look, and suddenly their eyes were only able to point to the ground.

But of course, he knew that wouldn't be enough, so for good measure, he stepped behind you and brought his arms around your torso, hugging you from behind.

"hey there" you talked over the music, slightly out of breath

"hey," he kissed your sweaty cheek.

You were really going all in tonight.

Even under that lighting, he could see tints of crimson painting your cheeks

"what are you doing?" 

"I'm just making sure people don't get to see more than they paid to"

"What?" you frowned

"don't worry about it baby" he shook his head 

"no, I wanna know"

God, but he could never say no to you, no matter how much fun you'd make of him after.

"It's just people are staring at you, that's all"

"so?" you asked "I'm sure they're staring at you too"

An amused smile pulled at his lips "No see, they're... well they're staring at you a little too much"

"ahh" You smirked at that, finally getting it "So you're jealous"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"Is that so?" you tilted your head, a mischievous glint to your eyes

"Yup" he nodded, "And for no reason at all I'm just gonna stay here for the rest of the night if you don't mind"

"Oh I don't mind" You smiled "just as long as you can keep up"

Image: @thesweetestdecline

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[I Want You So Bad — Ellie x Reader, Pt. 1]

[AFAB!reader, friends to lovers, fluff MDNI] (part 2 here)

Summary: Ellie likes you so much, and it's crazy how you don't even notice it.

a/n: omg i finally did it!!!! it took me too long, so sorry anon, but it's finally here!! its a two part thing, I'll post part2 soon! hope you enjoy it, please let me know if you do!

cw: fluff and pining. as always i don't want minors interacting.

not proof read | reblogs are highly appreciated

It's a painfully hot day in Jackson, Ellie is wondering how Shimmer is doing down in the barn and contemplating about going there to spend some time with her beloved horse. The sun gives everything an extra glimmer and the roads hold small puddles of fata morganas, amusing her as always - astronomy it's her main target of curiosity but physics it's there too.

While she fixes her shoelaces and checks her pockets for the keys, she also looks at the small handmade candy wrapped in a simple paper, standing on the bench next to her door. The grocery brings back delightful memories of when you runned up to her with the cutest smile, a hand in her direction.

"Ellie, I made this candy from a recipe I found in one of those books, took some for you", you had no idea how that gesture reached the Williams girl right into the heart.

"Oh, thanks…!" She looked down at the brownish treat. It seemed to be so tasteful and you were known amongst your friends to be a very talented cook.

"So, are you coming to the Tipsy Bison tonight?" You put your hands in your back pockets. Ellie could only see a part of your tattoo coming out of your short sleeve, wondering what the entirety of it would look like.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. If I can finish all my tasks", she would definitely drop them if that meant to see you.

"Okay, cool! See ya later, then", and just like that you left with a small wave and a sweet smile.

Inside, Ellie beat herself up for not asking something like "oh do you want me there?" to slightly make a move and test the waters. You would always leave her speechless, lagging, absolutely fumbling on her words to even put a goof full sentence out.

On this incredibly hot day, she thinks it's finally the time to maybe taste your candy. She hasn't done it yet because… Maybe because she was holding onto the mere fact that you thought about her and went out of your way to give her some handmade candy. It was such a sweet act, it made her daydream for days and literally kick her feet when laying on her bed that night, thinking about your pretty eyes and cute lips.

Deciding to save for that night, she finally heads out to the hot weather and bright sun. The sunglasses she found on a supply run unfortunately were broken, she could make good use of them now.

It didn't take long to reach the barns, the shadow of the roof presenting a hope to cool down. The horses seemed to not mind the heat that much, and today was bathing day.

"Morning, Els", Pedro, a 15 year-old boy waved at her. She smiled back, finally facing Shimmer on her usual spot. But the horse wasn't alone.

In the barn, a brush in hand, stands you. Mindlessly stroking Shimmer's fur in circles, your back is not fully out since you're still with a tank on but Ellie can finally see the rest of your tattoo; it's a big tiger, an image mostly on your back with just a paw sticking on your front, under the clavicle - the part Ellie could always see. Today, it moves as your muscles do the same and you murmur a random melody, eyes careful to put the attention on the horse's fur.

The brunette has to take a deep breath before proceeding into the barn, trying to pull out that chill, laid back facade to hide the way you make her almost melt into a puddle.

"Hey, see you got up early today" She has you stopping on your tracks to look over your shoulder, immediately smiling fondly when seeing her.

"Yeah, I got the bathing job today so I didn't want to leave it until later", dirt falls from Shimmer's fur as you brush it. She's not the dirtiest one usually, but after some runs between the last bath and this one a significant amount of dirt is coming off. "Where have you been putting her to, by the way?"

"Oh, we found an old ranch somewhere west and I decided to let her run around a bit. It made a big cloud of dirt around her", Ellie chuckles as she gets closer from the horse, patting her neck. "This big girl enjoyed herself very much"

"Well, that's good, though", you go back into looking straight to your front, oblivious to how Ellie's gaze falls on your tranquil figure.

She captures the bridge of your nose and your adorable cheeks, the ones she just wanna kiss all the time so badly. Your hair, away from your face today, your attractive lips and the prettiest eyes she has ever seen. With your back to the barn's door, you almost glow in front of the light coming from outside. Like a divine vision, straight out of a fantasy book, demanding to be worshiped by the auburn haired girl. She feels her chest tightening and that feeling spreading to her arms and stomach, like it always does when she's around you; a visceral need to touch you in any possible way.

Shimmer ruffs and bumps her snout into Ellie's face, almost like she's calling her back to Earth.

"Easy", Ellie chuckles again, now trying to hide the last moment. From who? She doesn't know, there's just you, her and the horses here, but she feels so exposed whenever she's around you.

"It might sound crazy, but I do believe these horses have personality", you suddenly comment, turning to grab a comb.

"Right?! Oh, Jesse keeps saying I am crazy, that they're just horses, but I do feel this too! One time Shimmer laughed when she saw me fall. Like, a horse laugh, but I swear it was a laugh", and just like that, Ellie's loosening up.

Your laugh fills the space as you stand next to Shimmer to comb her black tail. Now facing your back again, Ellie takes in how your back muscles press your dark tank top and how your waist seems to call her hands to grab it, hold you from behind close to her chest. The desire to have your scent consuming her mind is so strong, she thinks she might actually pass out.

This is getting so out of hand.

"So", she clears her throat, looking around for another comb to work on Shimmer's mane. "Are you going to be here all day?"

"Tipsy Bison at six", you don't even care to look back at her, focused on the tail.

"Do you ever sleep?"

"Yeah, very well, actually", you chuckle. "Tomorrow I have nothing in the morning, so I can compensate"

"Oh… I thought we could, y'know…", she's trying to collect the millions of thoughts running around her mind at the same time, trying to not fuck this up. "Have a sleepover one of those nights… When you're free, I mean… But we don't have to if you don't want it- it was just an idea"

"It's a great idea!" The way you smile, turning to look at her, has her heart clenching. It's so genuine and sweet, just like you always do whenever you see her coming around and go compliment her. Do you even know the way she loses balance at each one of those acts? "The last sleepover was so long ago. We should call Dina and Jesse too"

"Yeah, absolutely", she rests her head on Shimmer's neck when you turn your attention to the tail again, cursing silently.

The rest of Shimmer's bath was calm, you both kept talking about whatever. At one point, when Ellie was rinsing the horse's back legs, Shimmer just threw her tail on the girl's face, making you laugh out loud and the auburn haired girl look stunned.

In the end you both got out a little cooled down due to splashes of water, past midday after bathing all horses. It was easier with two people, after all.

"So, I guess I'll let you get going to change and go to work…"

"Aren't you coming to the Bison tonight?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess I'll pass by", she tried to sound chill and nonchalant, not revealing how she always planned to go there as long as she wasn't patrolling.

"Okay, see you there then!" And you fucking leaned to kiss her on the cheek, smiling while you waved goodbye and turned in your street, leaving Ellie dumbfounded.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

If a stare could create holes, Jesse and Dina would cause trypophobia in anyone. Ellie was sitting across from them on the table, holding a beer bottle so tightly that it could break at any giving moment. Standing next to the table was you, listening to their shitty excuses about not being able to attend to the sleepover, oblivious to their real intentions.

"Oh, I get it, it's fine. Guess it'll be just me and Ellie then", you shrug, smiling to the auburn haired girl. She smiles back immediately under your gaze. "We'll, I have to go back to behind the counter, go talk to me if y'all need anything"

And she stares at your back while you walk away, always looking so fine while handling the objects behind the long wooden table.

"You're welcome, by the way", it's Jesse who says it, smirking.

"I'd beat the shit out of you if we weren't in public", she groans, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, come on! It will be nice having her all by yourself for a night, uh? Then you can silently pin over her while pretending to pay attention to some random ass movie", Dina is looking up like she's pondering the scenario.

"Shut up", her hands start to sweat with anticipation, all the possibilities running through her mind.

What you'll be wearing, what you both will watch, if you are going to sleep next to her, if she'll be able to hold you close absolutely in a friendly way, if you'll laugh and have a good time with her. Ellie thinks about the tragedies implicated in being alone with you for the whole night, how embarrassing it can be, how she'll combust just by looking at you so closely, yet, so far.

"Stop overthinking. Just wear those flannels, she likes it"

"No, she does not!" Her face warms up, because of the alcohol, of course.

"She already complimented you ten times about that shirt", Jesse points out.

It was true, though. And each and every time, Ellie almost melted into a puddle in front of your chaste gaze. If you only knew what ran through her mind when she looked at you…

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

This was messy, and Ellie didn't know what to do anymore.

At some point of the night, you decided to play a game and Ellie just agreed - because what could go wrong? Not going far from the known route, you opted for a Q&A game in which each one asked a question and the other one had to answer it or respond with another question. It would be nice and silly, if the given situation wasn't hard enough for Ellie.

You were sitting in front of her, legs crossed on the couch, in a tank top and the smallest shorts Ellie has ever seen you on - which was cool, it was okay, she could manage that because she was already used to holding her shit together next to you. But everytime you moved around, for some reason, that night, she just wanted to pull you close once and for all. An inexplicable energy was emerging from the whole situation and she couldn't grasp it properly, but it made her restless.

Her hands tingle whenever you lightly hold her arm or her leg, she starts to wonder why you were so touchy generally, but tonight more than ever. An indescribable feeling comes from her guts each time you laugh and lean on. She might as well be going crazy.

So, it was already hard enough. But then you asked her if she was currently into some girl around town and that was the first time Ellie responded with another question.

"Why do you wanna know?" It sounded like she was caught off guard, and that bought your attention.

"I was just curious… But your answer makes me think that you actually are", you smirk, playful.

"I didn't say I was"

"Didn't say you weren't either", damn you for being clever.

"But that doesn't mean anything…" The auburn haired girl looked away, resting her arm on the back of the couch.

"Is it Dana?"

"No" Dana was another woman that regularly worked on the Tipsy Bison. She was pretty and polite, but Ellie wasn't interested in her - not with you around. And she was so desperate to direct the conversation somewhere else that she missed the way your voice changed.

"So there is someone, it's just not Dana?"

"Why are you so interested?"

Why were you so interested? It was because of the game, right? Your only concern now was the fact that Ellie didn't answer your initial question, so you had to dig to the bottom of this topic. That sudden sting on your stomach when thinking about Ellie pining over Dana was just the prospect of your close friend having a crush on your coworker and not telling you. Absolutely.

It probably had nothing to do with the way you were weirdly infatuated by Ellie tonight, with her hair on a bun and a halfway buttoned up flannel - with nothing but a top underneath it. Or how she seemed to glow under the warm light of her room and her presence brought the biggest comfort you've ever felt in weeks. Or how her lips seemed so attractive right now, calling for your sight when she nervously bit the bottom one. Little scars were splared around her face amongst the freckles, gifts from a bunch of branches that accidentally crashed into her face once, during a patrol.

"Because… I'm your friend and I would like to know when you're interested in someone. I mean, we tell this type of stuff to each other, right?"

Not all the stuff, Ellie thought.

"Yeah, I guess. Well, you actually have never told me something like that"

"That, my beloved, is because I have nothing to tell. You know it, I'm not interested in anybody as for now"

"Or for any other time on this town"

"Ouch!" You chuckled, lightly punching her shoulder. "You're not getting away from this topic. I'll name every woman our age and you'll tell me when it's the one"

The auburn haired girl tried very hard not to express any compromising expressions, especially after the list ended and you didn't say your own name.

You couldn't think of any other person that fit into the category, and that was odd. Because if there was someone, then it should be one of those.

"Oh, you're lying!"

"I'm not!"

"You just said 'no' to every single name"

"That's the reality of the situation"

"But there is someone?!"

"You said that, not me", she shrugged.

"Alright", you seemed resigned, looking away from her green eyes. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine"

A sting got it right into Ellie's chest. She liked you too much to let you be this way, but at the same time she didn't want to tell you. The amount of terrible things that could happen; losing you and your friendship was at the top of this list, and it was bad enough.

"It's not it, I swear", Ellie collected all the strength to softly hold your face; now she was doing it as your friend who didn't want to see you sad. She turned it so you could face her, stare at her eyes full of vivid green. "I swear, you didn't say the name"

"Okay", you sigh, trying to understand what was that feeling on your stomach that grew while her fingers still supported your chin.

"Now… Wanna watch another movie?" Her thumb caressed your face with tenderness, inside she hoped this made you less uneasy.

"Yeah", it got cold when she retracted her hands to reach for the DVD options you both picked for tonight. "You can chose it now"

[dividers by @cafekitsune]

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Hopelessly Devoted - Chapter 2

-About 3.6k. Some slightly sexual discussions. Kind of a filler before I really get the story moving.

“What if we made a creature that could fly and walk and swim! Imagine that!” Lucifer says, his hands gesturing wildly around him as he pictures it in his head.

“Ever the ambition one, are you?” Esther replies, laughing into her hand as she sits on the bench in front of him. There’s a fond look in her eyes reserved just for him, and he knows it.

“Don’t tease me! You know it’s a good idea!”

“I do. I have no notes to give! So, what will this creature look like?”

He hums, tapping his foot a bit as he thinks. “Well if they can fly they should be feathery, like us! But like, all over!”

“And they’ll walk, so they’ll obviously need feet. But how will they swim?”

“That’s the best part! They won’t be like other birds, they’ll have wider feet! That’s webbed! And that way they can paddle through the water! And their feathers will be waterproof so that they can take flight without worry!”

Esther giggles at his enthusiasm. “And their colors?”

“Oh there’s definitely going to be a lot of variation in that. But the little babies are going to be yellow and cute and just waddle around on their little big feet,” he says, cooing at the images he’s imagining to himself.

“And what of their sizes? Will they be little? Big?”

“They’re gonna be little! Well, not too little. When they’re babies they’ll be tiny for sure, but as adults I suppose they can be bigger. Though I think it’ll still vary, maybe based on the color of their feathers,” he replies. He looks at her with narrowed eyes and a pointed finger. “The males will be bigger though.”

“Oh not this again,” Esther sighs.

“Nu-uh! Not again! Maybe they won’t be a lot bigger but still bigger! Or some features on them will be bigger!”

“I quite like the idea of a shorter male,” she says, a smirk on her face and she stands at full height and looks down slightly at him.

He blushes at her soft gaze, but pouts at her words. And suddenly an idea strikes him, and he smirks up at her. “You know what else of theirs is gonna be big?”

“Pray tell.”

He motions down his own body as his smirk widens. She looks confused for a moment, her head tilting slightly, before her nose scrunches and her hands are on his face and pushing him away from her.

“Oh gross! Luci, you fiend!”

“What can I say? If there’s anything about myself I’d like to give to my little creatures, why not let it be that?”

She groans and leans away from him.

“I kind of want to give it a weird shape,” he adds.

“Please don’t.”

“Come on! It’ll be interesting! How about we make it all coiled up?”

“Now why would you do that?”

“Because it’s kinda funny,” he says, laughing at her disgusted expression.

She continues to lean away from him, but there’s a twinkle in her eyes that tell him she’s still amused by him.

“Well in that case, I vote that the females have something similar. Except, they have false entrances to trick a male should she want to,” she adds.

“Oh that’s just terrible,” he replies. “I love it!”

“And the male has to do a dance,” she says, reaching a hand to stroke his wings. He shivers at her soft touch. “Show off some feathers, prove he deserves her.”

His wings flutter as he gives her a bright grin and tips his hat to her. “Oh I can show some feathers all right.”

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Lucifer shuffles his feet as he walks behind her, kicking up dirt as he does. It’s been… well he doesn’t even remember the last time someone called him by his other name. It was definitely before his fall, and probably by Michael who often preferred that name because of its connection to the Divine.

Esther always preferred to call him Lucifer. If she called him Samael, it was usually in relation to work. He didn’t work with her now though, not for years since his fall, so the only thing he can assume is that she’s using the name to keep a distance between them in the same way she referred to him earlier as “Morningstar” and not his first name.

”Soooooo…. How’ve things been?” He asks, keeping his tone light to try and shift the mood a bit. He’s still upset about earlier, and he wants to bring it up again, but he hates seeing her sad, and he knows that she’ll only shield herself from him if he tries. Years may have passed but he still knows her. It’s the reason she hasn’t hidden her wings in all this time. She’s made them smaller than their true size, but they’re still present at her back.

”Don’t,” is all she says. He sighs at her curt tone. He wants to look away, avoid her gaze, but he also wants to stare at her and take the time to relearn all the details of her face.

She turns to face him when she decides they’re far away enough from the others. “Samael, I-“

”No,” he says, holding up a hand and looking up at her with a frown. “I won’t hear you if you use that name. You never used that name, so don’t start now.”

”Don’t make this more difficult,” she whispers to him. He can see the tears already forming in her eyes. “Please just let me do what I need to do.”

“Star, please,” he all but begs. His hand moves too quickly for her, and he holds hers gently in his. It feels as soft as he remembers, cold as it always was. “Let me explain everything to you. You know I’d never lie to you. I can’t lie to you.”

Her hand squeezes his, and he brings it up to his face, holding it against his cheek. He feels her thumb stroke his cheek. He smiles a bit at the touch and watches her close her eyes and let out a shaky sigh.

“Why must you always be so difficult, Lucifer?”

He wants to hug her. He wants his arms around her and holding her impossibly close.

“It’s part of my charm?” He settles for that, giving her a sheepish grin as she shakes her head at him. His smile falls as he presses his cheek further into his hand, holding her there. “I didn’t do anything with Lilith before the fall, or for thousands of years after. We were just friends, I promise. I… I empathized with her. I saw so much of us in her. Adam was supposed to be like me but he lacked any respect for his half. It was so different from us. We had our scuffles sure, but I always respected you, and I know you respected me too. I just- I thought she needed a friend, and there were no other humans so I tried to be that.”

“You never spoke to me of any of that. You stopped speaking to me about anything. What was I supposed to think?”

“I know!” His voice raises a bit, but he takes a deep breath and lets it out before he continues. “I know. And that was my mistake. I didn’t think, okay? I was just so caught up in everything, in talking, and I thought… I thought if I told you, you’d stop me.”

”Can you blame me?” Esther asks back. “Knowing what you do now, can you blame me for wanting to stop you? I always encouraged your dreams, Lucifer. I always supported your ideas. But you know that I also always wanted to make sure you’d stop to think before rushing in.”

”You definitely were the smarter one,” he joked. She strokes his cheek again, and he melts into her touch. “Lilith and I just remained friends. Charlie was… well depression’s a bitch and both of us were alone. I thought of you, of how I’m not allowed to step into Heaven, of how you would never be allowed down here, and we both let ourselves be stupid for a moment. And you know what they say! It just takes one time! I mean, I’m sure other people struggle but come on. I’m me!”

”Your pride will surely lead to your downfall if you continue with these jokes,” she says, her tone sharp. “Why you think I’d enjoy jokes about your intimacy with someone else is beyond me.”

He coughs, lowering her hand from his face and using his other to pull at his collar.

“Right, that was stupid. Uhhh,” he looks around, trying to figure out how to continue. “So uh, yeah. Nothing else happened. Just the once, felt like shit about it after, then woah! Charlie happens! And I don’t know, maybe we thought something else could happen, or whatever, but it just never did. I couldn’t forget you and Lilith… Well quite honestly I don’t think Lilith’s ever been romantically interested in anyone. Or at least no one that she ever told me about.”

He looks back at her with pursed lips, worried he’d further upset her. She smiles softly at him, but doesn’t say anything.

“What about you?” He asks nervously. He doesn’t actually want to know, but considering his own actions, he can’t say he’d blame her if she had moved on.

“No, never,” she says quietly. “It was especially difficult, at first. The others were worried I’d fall as well, so I was kept in Primum Mobile close to the Divine. I wasn’t allowed to leave for… let’s just say it was a long time. A few centuries ago, they decided it was enough and I could leave, but by then I saw no point. So I haven’t really been around others. Mostly the Seven, some of the other seraphs and archangels, but that’s about it.”

“So, who took my place in the Seven?”

“Raphael,” she replies. “He’s not around often. He spends most of his time on Earth and has dedicated his life to hospitals and clinics.”

“And the others?” He asks cautiously. He hates that he misses them, especially after what they, what Michael, did to him. But they’re his family just as much as the sins are and he misses them.

“They’re well! I saw Ramiel a few days ago, she’s doing well. Gabriel is all over the place, as usual. It’s hard to catch him unless you happen to be close to the Divine as well. And Michael… he’s fine.”

“You don’t seem too sure of that.”

“It’s a bit complicated with him,” she sighs. She looks away from him for a moment before turning fully towards him. This time, she brings both of her hands to his cheeks. “I’ve never forgiven him for his part in your fall. And I’m still mad at him for causing my own seclusion but he’s- he’s been there for me. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s been the one to check on me the most throughout everything and make sure I wasn’t always alone.”

“Careful now, you almost sound fond of him. I hear Stockholm Syndrome can be a bitch to deal with.”

“Lucifer Samael Morningstar, don’t start with your jokes again,” she scolds him, now pinching his cheeks. “I am not in love with Michael, or any of the others. He did terrible things, yes, but so did you and he did them under orders of the Divine and you know that.”

She lets go of his cheeks but continues to look at him, her eyes a bit sharper than before.

“Sooooo… no one after all these years?”

“Some of us didn’t give up hope,” she mumbled as her arms crossed over her chest and yeah, yeowch that hurt, but deserved.

“I’m sorry. I know that’ll never be enough, I’ll always have that guilt and I can’t fault you for being upset but… I don’t regret having Charlie,” he replies, his tone serious. Because if there’s one thing he wants to clear, Charlie isn’t to be blamed for his mistakes. He messed up, all on his own. Well, it takes two but that's besides the point. Lilith isn’t here to take her side of the blame and it’s probably for the best that she isn’t here. “She’s so amazing, Esther. She’s so cheerful and bright and she reminds me of us back then. About all the best parts of us. I know the way she came to be isn’t ideal but she’s here and she’s my daughter. I love her more than anything.”

“I know, Lucifer,” she says. Her arms are still crossed and her eyes still look sad but she’s smiling at him. “Regardless of how she came to be, she’s here, and she seems like a wonderful girl. She reminds me so much of you when we were younger. Looks so much like you too. If it wasn’t for her height, I’d have thought you’d cloned a female version of yourself.”

“Oh! Ha ha! So jokes at my expense are fine, huh?” He hip checks her for it and she stumbles a bit, not expecting the move.

“Mine are harmless compared to your more crass ones.” She hip checks him back and he laughs heartily. “We’ve gone off track. I was serious earlier, Lucifer. We didn’t know what Sera was doing.”

“Well, she is the High Seraphim. There’s a lot of power for a person.”

“She’s the High Seraphim of the first sphere, and you know that! Her duty is to her sphere, not the entirety of Heaven. For that, Michael is involved. He leads Heaven’s protection. And even as the High Seraphim, there are still others far above her! Or did you forget about Seraphiel? Johoel? For Heaven’s sake Lucifer, time away from it all couldn’t have made you forget all of that!”

“It didn’t!” He replied. His own arms crossed and he turned away from her, pacing back and forth. He never liked admitting when he was wrong. “You think the exterminations were my first thought? I wanted to redeem souls! You know I never wanted to be the one to create evil!”

“I know,” she says. She stops his movements with an arm around his shoulders, pulling his back to her chest. “But you forget yourself at times. You are Lucifer, the shining one, the leader of the choir, but you’re also Samael the destroyer. It was your job to destroy sin.”

“And it was also my job to tempt it,” he signed, leaning into her hold.

“So much so that you became the first,” she tried joking to ease the mood. “I always did say your head was too big for the rest of you. It’s a miracle you can stand up straight.”

“Oh we’re back to this? It’s time for jokes again?” His tone was bland and she laughed, pressing her cheek against his.

“I never said it’s a bad thing. I’ve always believed in you Lucifer. I know you were just doing your job, wanting to believe the best in everyone. And I hate that you’ve never been allowed to see proof of that. But we can change that now. Yes, there are some sinners that deserve damnation but not like this. Not in masses like what has been going on with the exterminations. We need a system.”

He looks up to her dark blue eyes, and feels hope swelling in his chest. “We?”

“I did mention that I’d be coming back down every so often, didn’t I?”

“Why not stay,” he asks. “Here, with me. We could be together again, like old times.”

Her arm starts slipping away from him until he grabs it. He turns around and wraps his own around her waist.

“Oh love, you have no idea how much I wish things could be like old times.” She presses her forehead against his and closes her eyes. Her hands move to grip his jacket on his shoulders. His heart soars hearing her call him that and he pulls her closer to him. “But so much time has passed, and I sent eons believing you’d moved on. And it hurt me. It still hurts, even knowing what I know now. And I don’t even know how long the Divine will allow me this happiness to be here with you.”

“But that’s the beauty of free will, isn’t it? You get to choose what you want to do. You could stay! I’ll spend even longer making it up to you, to prove to you that you’re the only person I’ve ever loved.”

“It seems I’ve forgotten that Samael is also known as the seducer,” she replies, tone sarcastic now. She leans forward and presses a kiss to his cheek before pulling away.

“You haven’t seen seduction yet, my love,” he smirks to her, looking up at her with half lidded eyes and a confident smirk. She laughs a bit before leaning away slightly. Not so far that she’s out of his arms, but enough to put some distance between their faces.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself. I meant what I said earlier. Forgiveness isn’t easy, but it’s not impossible.” She smirks, poking him in the side. He startles and lets go of her, and she takes the chance to step away from him, wings extending. “So you better preen those wings and get them nice and ready for your next routine. I expect the dance of a lifetime and a beautiful show of feathers.”

Esther’s wings move and she lifts off the ground, just as a portal opens some ways above her.

“I’ll show you some feathers,” he says to her as the portal closes, a proud smile on his lips.

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“Sooooo,” is the first thing she hears as the portal closes behind her. “How’d it go?”

She looks up to see Cassiel, Ramiel, and Uriel waiting for her, Michael off to the side watching all of them.

“It went well,” she replies, her cheeks a bit red as she hadn’t expected them to be waiting there for her.

“They want to know if you got back together with him,” Uriel says bluntly, getting straight to the point as always. Ramiel smacks her arm.

“Must you act so tactless!”

“Well, what do you expect me to say?! Don’t get me wrong, I love a good love story but after what he did to her? Love my brother, I do, but she shouldn’t fall back into his arms too quickly,” Uriel defends herself. Ramiel says and Cassiel shrugs.

“I can’t say I disagree,” Cassiel adds, wincing when Ramiel elbows him in the ribs. “What! She’s right! Luci shouldn’t get off easy after leaving her for thousands of years! And having a child with someone else, no less! She should make him work for it. And when she thinks he deserves forgiveness, I’ll be there to properly judge him.”

“You’re both impossible. Esther can judge for herself when she’s ready, not a moment sooner,” Ramiel says, moving closer to Esther and fixing her hair. “A wonderful woman such as yourself deserves a wonderful man at her side. I agree that you should make him work for your forgiveness, but remember that your forgiveness is yours to give. Not anyone else’s.”

“Do you really think this is wise?” Michael asks, speaking up from his spot farther from them. “He’s fallen, Esther, don’t forget that. He’s no longer the angel you once knew.”

“He’s not,” she agrees. He raises an eyebrow at her in curiosity. “He’s changed, no doubt, but so have I. He may have fallen but he’s still an angel, and I believe in him. The consequences of his actions may have been terrible but that doesn’t mean he meant for them to happen. He’s a good man, Michael. I know you know that too.”

“Good or not doesn’t change what’s done. Gabriel should’ve been the one to deliver that message to him, and all the messages moving forward,” Michael replies, stepping closer.

“The Divine chose me for this task. I will not question it, and neither should you,” Esther says, stepping closer to him in challenge.

His eyes soften at her as he moves to hold her cheek. She doesn’t pull away from him, but she also doesn’t lean towards his touch either.

“I just don’t want to see you hurt again,” he says to her. Her eyes are closed and she holds his hand against the side of her face. “He is my brother but you are also like family to me. Had Samael been smarter I’d have been able to truly call you my sister. It’s my job to protect you all. It pains me to see you hurt. It hurts me even more knowing that someone I trusted was the cause of that pain.”

“I need you to trust me now, Michael,” she pleads with him, squeezing her hand. “I know it’s too soon for anything to happen. I won’t fall back into his arms over pretty words. But I love him. I love him so endlessly I feel it with every fiber of my being and being apart from him hurts more than the pain I felt at the thought of his betrayal. Let me have this. I’m begging you.”

“And if you fall?”

“Then I fall,” she whispers, a tearing falling from her eyes. “Not to evil or to temptation, but to him. He is a part of me I cannot continue to exist without.”

“I don’t support this,” Michael replies, wiping her tears. “But should the time come, should you choose to accept him again, I will have to remind him of the consequences if he messes up again.”

“You softie,” Esther laughs. Michael smiles down at her. He hates everything about this, but he won’t question the Divine’s plans.

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Just wanted to lay down some foundations for Esther and Lucifer here. This is going to be sort of slow burn but in the most teasing way possible. Esther will make him put in the work.

Also, I thought I’d drop my original idea for Esther. I changed it because 1. Most of the angels’ clothes looks very covered. Like even before his fall, Lucifer looks to be wearing a robe/gown like what Adam wears. When I first thought of her clothes, I was thinking of something that matched Lucifer’s current ringleader look, which I realized it wasn’t the time for.

Anyway I hope you enjoy! I’m already working on the next chapter and will hopefully have it up within the next few days.

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[jordanli-dribbles]

Movie Night

Jordan Li x gn!Reader | 890 words

Just a little something obnoxiously sweet.

Summary: You, Jordan and the gang get together for your weekly movie night.

You were sitting on Jordan's lap, their head resting on your shoulder, their arms wrapped tightly around you. You were holding their phone, both of you intently looking at an image on the screen.

"You can't be serious, that is definitely blue!" You exclaimed, turning slightly to look at their face dumbfounded. They lift their hand up to zoom in on the image trying to get a better look.

"Where the fuck are you seeing blue? That’s definitely gold!" They say, lifting their head up slightly to look at you, their eyebrows pinch together.

You stare at them with a raised eyebrow, feigning concern. "Babe, I'm genuinely concern about your vision," you said in a mock-serious tone, looking at them dead in the eye.

They slowly roll their eyes and scoff, which makes you laugh. "I have perfect fucking vision, you're the one who needs to get their eyes checked," they reply, pinching your hips, before grabbing their phone from your hands.

A small snort escapes your lips as you laugh. "I'm the one who can see in the dark, babe," you quip with a smile, leaning back to rest your head on their shoulder. "You're the one who can't tell the difference between blue and gold," you say, playfully tapping their nose.

“You're such an ass," Jordan says, lightly nipping your ear, which causes you to giggle.

"You love my ass," you retorted, shaking your hips against them for emphasis.

"I do. I really do," Jordan murmurs against your neck, biting softly.

“So…is is this some sort of foreplay for you two?” Andre says amusingly. You turn to look at him surprised. You had completely forgotten you were in his dorm for movie night. You and Jordan were sitting on the ground while Andre, Luke and Cate sat on his bed. Emma, Marie and Sam where sitting on the couch behind you. All of which were staring at you and Jordan, amused trying to hold back a laugh.

You blush, turning to hide your face in the crook of Jordan's neck. Jordan lets out a laugh, holding you tighter. "Yes," they answer bluntly, looking at Andre with a wide grin.

"Jordan!" You whine, slapping their arm as the whole group bursts out laughing.

"What, its true! You love arguing with me," they exclaim. Their laugh vibrating against your back.

“There would be no reason to argue if you weren't wrong all the time,” you quip, trying not to laugh.

They huff. "Yeah, okay. Keep telling yourself that, princess," they say, nipping your jaw.

"Ok, if you two are done being adorable, can you help us decide on what to watch?" Cate says, interrupting your banter.

You lifted your head up, turning around to see everyone looking at you. "Uhhhh, how about The Little Mermaid?" You suggest. Everyone looks at you unimpressed.

"We watched that last week," Sam says, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, uh...Beauty and the Beast?"

"We watched that like 2 weeks ago!" Andre exclaims with a huff.

"What about..."

"We can't watch Mulan, we've already seen it five times this month!" Luke adds, holding five fingers up.

"But I like Mulan!" You say softly with a pout, leaning back to rest on Jordan’s chest.

"How about we watch Shrek, we haven't seen that in a while," Jordan suggests, looking at Luke.

"Shrek!" You and Emma cheered at the same time, high-fiving each other, which caused everyone to laugh.

"Oh my God, you two are dorks," Marie says, shaking her head.

"And yet you love us," you quip, winking at her.

"Debatable," Sam says, smirking. You throw a pillow at him, causing him to laugh. He quickly throws it back but Jordan catches it mid air.

"I don't know why I put up with you," Jordan sighs, tightening their arms around you, hugging you close to their chest.

"Because you love me," you reply, placing a soft kiss on their lips.

"You're lucky you're cute," they mutter, placing a soft kiss on your neck.

"Can we watch Shrek now?" Emma whines, breaking you and Jordan from your moment.

"Yes we can watch Shrek now," Andre says, rolling his eyes and putting the movie on, turning off the lights. You nestle closer to Jordan, turning your attention to the screen, as they rest their head on your shoulder.

You didn't pay much attention to the movie, more focused on Jordan. They were absentmindedly drawing patterns on your arms with their fingers, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You turned your head to look at their face, admiring how their hair fell across their face. You gently brushed the hair out of their face, making them turn their head and look at you. They smiled, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss. You let out a happy sigh when they pulled away, resting your head back on their shoulder, turning back to look at the screen.

You loved moments like this, surrounded by the people you love, spending a lazy afternoon together. It made you happy, it was something you never thought you would have, especially with the way things started out. But now you couldn't imagine your life without them.

Jordan kissed your cheek, smiling. "Love you," they murmured, rubbing their nose against the side of your face. You sighed happily, leaning into their touch. "I love you too, baby."

Just some fun college normalcy. Plus I like the idea of movie nights consisting of nothing but animated and Disney movies. Gifs by stannyramirez

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[jaylaxies]

AFTER HOURS

PAIRING: librarian!jake x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, fingering, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), breeding kink, pet names (darling, good girl, baby), slight praise kink, fucking in the library, mentions of rain and thunder.

WC: 1.3k words

SYNOPSIS: you lose your track of time while reading the book at your favorite spot in the library and soon find out that the rain won't allow you go home anytime soon. however, finding the sweet librarian jerking off to porn in the staff area wasn't something you had expected to encounter.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N: hihi, pretty humans <3 i wrote this to get rid of my writer's block! i hope y'all like it and enjoy it while i work on my sunghoon fic which will be out soon! all likes, comments, reblogs and shares are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated :3 take care, iloveyou all <3

With your nose buried down in your newest book which came out not too long ago, you were making great use of your holiday, spending a good amount of time devouring each line of the newly hit romantic comedy.

You liked the local public library, it was spacious and left majority of the second floor for your use. Your favoured seat was adjacent to the huge window at the backside. The scenic view made sure to lift up your mood at all times. But that wasn't all.

A young guy enthusiastically volunteered as the librarian on alternative days. You found yourself in the library on the very same dates. His personality was like that of a golden retriever and you could have sworn he looked prettiest with his specs neatly perched on his nose.

He was loved by everyone for his amicable traits, he was the embodiment of what they called as ‘cute nerd’ in his plaid shirt and tidy hair, parted to the side. Your heart melted each time you had the shortest conversation while you picked and returned your books, and you'd admit you could have liked your acquaintance to blossom into something prettier.

Your reverie was broken with the disturbing sound of thunder piercing your eardrum. Hurriedly, you looked outside the hazy window to see the gloomy weather with darkened clouds and rain pouring down heavily.

Your eyes widened at the sight, wondering how you were supposed to go back with no umbrella in your vicinity. Adding to it, the library was dead silent, as if it was empty. You checked your watch which displayed eight in all its glory.

It was the closing time.

“Fuck,” you muttered, grabbing your belongings and mentally cussed yourself for being too indulged in reading.

However, you were stopped when you heard muffled voices coming out of the staff area. With the little hope of it being a guard, you opened the door slightly just to check in with the area.

Only to hear low groans followed by cussing in a deep accent. You opened the door wider which made you visible to the person sitting with their laptop switched on, lewd noises filling up the room.

“Jake?” you called his name, mouth hung open and all images of him being pure were thrown out of the window with your current situation.

His legs were spread wide, his cock leaking and hard with his fingers wrapped around him. He was just as shocked as you.

“Oh, fuck!” he spoke out, “What are you doing here?” he asked, trying to hide himself while approaching your figure but you had other plans.

You closed the door behind you, “Do you need some help with that?” you sweetly asked.

“What?” his voice came out breathy.

“I can help you, y'know? It'd be better than using your own hand. Who knew you were such a bad boy?” you smirked, amused.

But he didn't take any of it, pinning you against the closed door, “Watch your mouth, sweetheart.”

“Help me put it to a better use then, maybe?” your tone of whisper more provocative than anything.

And soon, his lips were on yours, the initial kiss turning into a heated one in no time. You gasped, feeling his hands reach down your ass, gripping and massaging them as he rubbed circles using his thumb. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be immersed in him.

His scent was captivating and you could have fainted hearing his low groan as he pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you both as he gave sloppy kisses to your neck, your hands holding his shoulder for support. He made you weak in the knees.

“Do you want this?” his tone was serious, and you hurriedly nodded, muttering out a yes, pulling him back into another kiss. He laughed lowly with his lips hovering upon yours in a teasing manner, his hand dragging against your clothed core, eliciting a whimper out of you.

You took a moment to get rid of your clothes, now only clad in your undergarments. He took that second for double checking to ensure the door was locked before he got his of his own garments, cock still hard and in need of being touched.

He sucked in his breath as he saw you only in your undergarments. His fingers were quick to slide your panties to see your wet hole glistening in the dim light of the room. He bit his lip, rubbing your pussy at a slow pace, entering two of his digits to prep you for his cock.

You found it ridiculous how the cute, innocent guy flipped one eighty in a span of a few seconds. You couldn't help but find him sexy with his lips bitten, brows furrowed in concentration as he worked his way to please you.

“Jake—” you moaned when his fingers hit your g-spot, “Want you! Please, want y—your cock!” you begged and he found it to be the most melodious voice he had ever heard.

“How can I refuse when you're being such a good girl for me?” he whispered, pumping his cock a few times before spreading your legs to make space for himself.

You shivered, placing your palms flat against the surface of the table, looking at him with innocent eyes. It's pathetic how you wait for him to fuck you senseless, whimpering out a few more ‘please’ to get him going, the words barely coming out with his cock pressed on your entrance.

Your toes curled when he pushed himself into you while he grunted at the back of his throat, feeling your walls clenching around him. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer with each thrust. Your body being responsive to him turned him on further, he was amused to see how easily he bottomed out with you being so wet.

You arched your hips to give him more space for thrusting inside you, to which you could have gotten pushed back which each of his tentative thrust had his veiny hands not been around you, holding you still.

Low breathing and noise of skin slapping filled the room, which was covered in the mist of your ongoing activity.

“Put your mouth to good use, yeah?” he spoke up, pushing two of his fingers inside your mouth, making you taste yourself.

He twitched inside you as he stared at your tongue slobbering on his two fingers, sucking them off with need. “I'll cum inside you if you keep doing that, darling,” he coaxed.

“What's stopping you then?” you took a second to speak up, voice low, urging him to do as he wants.

His other hand slipped down to run your clit, your head tilting with pleasure, your climax close as you feel a knot in your stomach.

“Oh my god—” you breathed out.

“Do it, baby,” he gave you permission, thrusts getting sloppier by second.

Those were the only words you needed before your legs started trembling as you came all over his cock, your arms around his neck while he placed soft kisses on your neck with praises, helping you come down with your euphoria.

You knew he was close with the way he twitched inside you, his breathing getting louder. And in no time, you bit your lips, focusing on the way he creamed your insides, he made you feel full.

You both took a few moments to come down from your high, taking deep breaths. You were sensitive with his cock still inside you.

The lightning striked outside, which reminded you of the current reason you were in this position. In the meantime, you tried to wrap your head around the fact that you just had sex with the Jake Sim, the good boy, until he spoke up again.

“I don't think the rain is gonna stop for a while,” he spoke with a glint in his eyes, a boyish smile gracing his face as he continued.

“Should we go for a round two?”

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[maelstroms-blog]

Another dabble, this time Hob shows Dream the delights of going to sleep.

The lord of dreams lay wide awake, how ironic. He lay in the, albeit, comfortable double bed, staring up at the ceiling. Though the room was shrouded in darkness, he could clearly make out the pattern in the light fixture above him.

He sighed, glancing over at his partner. Hob lay on his back, shut away from the waking world and fully immersed in the Dreaming. A sudden pang hit Dream in the chest.

Jealousy.

Watching someone else experience his creations filled him with pride but sometimes he wished he could experience it for himself. He had only ever admitted this to Hob.

He smiled that smile of his, the one that crinkled his eyes and said,

'Well, why don't you?'

Dream blinked.

'Sleep like a human.'

As the silence grew, Hob's smile dipped slightly,

'Do you know how?'

Dream let out a scoff,

'I am the embodiment of the collective consciousness, king of Dreams and Nightmares, of course, I know how.'

Hob looked at him,

'But have you?'

Dream's unblinking gaze wavered, only slightly, but Hob noticed. Hob always noticed.

'I thought so, come with me,' he held out a hand, motioning him to follow. Dream looked at it, the way a king would scrutinze an offering.

The king accepted. The pale, slender hand fit nicely into Hob's calloused palm. They made their way towards the bedroom, Dream quirked an eyebrow,

'Again, Hob Gadling? My, your stamina is to be admired.'

The Dream king would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy Hob's reaction. His cheeks flushed bright red and he spluttered a bit before speaking.

'No, my darling, dear, not that, we're trying to relax.'

Dream smirked, watching as Hob opened his wardrobe and pulled out pair after pair of pyjamas,

'Take your pick, duck, I have a decade's worth of pyjamas. Everyone seems to give them out at Christmas.'

Dream only half listened, thumbing through each folded set, his frown growing deeper and deeper.

Hob chuckled, 'Not to your liking, huh?'

He pulled out a rainbow pair of joggers,

'Oh, great, I was looking for these,' he shucked the pair he was wearing, much to Dream's amusement. Then, his eyes found a dark pair, navy cuffed joggers, dotted with silver stars. They were soft, like the clouds he hung in the Dreaming, or Hob's hair.

'Oh, if you like those, I have just the shirt to go with them.'

Searching through the pile, he found another dark item. A blue shirt, large, it would have swamped Dream's thin frame, and on the front, a picture of a large, fluffy cat, sprawled on its back.

'Guess why I bought this one,' Hob smiled, Dream accepted the shirt, never taking his eyes off the cute image.

'These will suffice.'

After he changed, and allowed Hob to take a photo on his mobile telephone. He subjected him to a warm bath, complete with overpowering bath bombs. Hob couldn't stop marvelling at his fluffy, towel dried hair. After that, Hob offered a hot chocolate, though Dream claimed it was too sweet, it didn't stop him from drinking the whole thing.

Once they were situated in Hob's bed, and Dream had been buried in every blanket Hob owned. He went through the step by step process of going to sleep. He lay down flat, pulling Dream to his side. They chatted for a while, about nothing, about everything, and then, with a sigh and a snore, Hob entered the Dreaming.

Leaving Dream behind.

He huffed, trying not to take offence, but it was hard not to when he was left alone, with his thoughts. The darkness suddenly didn't feel so comforting. Dream sighed, the weight from the blankets weighed heavier and heavier on his chest. He thought of all his responsibilities, the duties he was neglecting while he lay there, pretending.

This is foolish, Dream thought, he should just leave and return to the Dreaming, he would find Hob there and explain to him.

Just as he shifted, trying to remove the mountain of blankets, a warm hand sneaked around his waist, effectively pinning him there. Hob, still fast asleep, had turned and burrowed into Dream's side. His face nuzzled into his neck, his breath hot against his skin. This close, he could smell all of Hob, the scent of old books, leather and lavender from their bath.

Dream looked at him, memorising every line and wrinkle in his partner's face. He sank back into the blankets, staring at Hob until his eyes closed.

He yawned, all thoughts of escaping vanished from his mind.

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[inuislvr]

୨⎯ addicted: mitsuya takashi ⎯୧

ღ pairing: sub afab mitsuya x dom gn reader. bonten timeline

ღ cw: explicit content. +18. penetrative sex, fingering, oral (mitsuya receiving), mirror sex, overstimulation if you squint. reader is a bit of a tease. usage of the work cock, can also be understood as a strap.

ღ wc: 2k

today had been rather tiring at work but lucky for you, your boyfriend's office is within walking distance. so, you decided to go see him for a little pick-me-up. the corners of your lips begin to turn upwards as you approach the door to mitsuya's office, imaging the warm smile that would grace his face when you walk through the door. just the thought of embracing him, holding his slightly smaller frame in your arms makes your heart flutter. you bring your hand up to the door, tapping your knuckles lightly against it before pushing the door open. the grin on your face only grows as you lay eyes on your boyfriend. he looks so cute, his brows are knitted together as he concentrates on carefully cutting some fabric for what you can only assume is a garment he's making.

once he's finished he offers your a glance, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "hey." he greets you simply, though the grin plastered on his face lets you know he's quite happy to see you. you make your way over to his desk, hugging the male from behind. "hi taka." you murmur, pressing a kiss against the nape of his neck. "how was your day?" he inquires, eyes still focused on the garment he seems to be creating. "eh. could’ve been better" you retort, earning a light chuckle from your boyfriend. "what about you?" "it was okay. i'm glad you're here, i missed you."  he says quietly, continuing his work. you can't help but smile, murmuring how you missed him too. a comfortable silence falls over the two of you, your eyes following mitsuya's slender fingers as he stitches the fabric together. you tighten your hold on the smaller, putting your weight on the smaller in hopes to gain even a sliver of his attention. alas, your efforts are futile and mitsuya continues working on the garment quietly.

you gently graze your nose against the skin of his neck, slightly amused when mitsuya shivers at the contact.  "feelin' cuddly?" he inquires looking up at you with a small smile. "maybe. you don't mind do you?" you respond slowly leaning in until your face is only inches away from mitsuya's. "not at all. just let me finish this okay?" you nod, finally bringing your lips to his. the smaller kisses back, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly melts into the feeling of your soft lips against his. its clear you have no intentions of letting him finish whatever he's started.

you deepen the kiss, licking the male's bottom lip for entrance which he grants. you slip your tongue into his mouth, swirling the warm muscle around his. you bring your right hand up to mitsuya's face, grasping his jaw as you continue to kiss him while your left hand begins to wander into his pants. you rub your middle and ring finger against mitsuya's delicate folds, earning a whine from the boy. his grip on the needle gradually loosens as he begins to succumb to the pleasure more and more until you hear it clatter softly against the table. "w-wait...i should r-really finish this.." he tries to protest, though his words come out more like a breathless whine.  you jut your bottom lip out at his words. "you can't finish it later?" you question, watching as his eyes drift to his unfinished garment on the table, pursing his lips together. your fingers graze over his clit, making his legs tremble. he just can't seem to resist you; especially when you're kissing and touching him in all the right places, making heat pool into the pit of his gut. "f-fine go ahead."

you smile before you capture mitsuya's lips once more, moving your hand from his jaw to under his shirt. your fingers lightly graze his warm skin until the pads of your fingers come in contact with his nipple. you lazily play with the nub, twisting it between your index finger and thumb and giving it an occasional pull. the lilac-haired male can barely keep his meek whimpers and moans in the more you toy with his body. your left hand resides in mitsuya's pants, the pad of your thumb pressing against his puffy clit while your index and middle finger brush over the wet folds once again. the lavender-haired male seems to grow more impatient, bucking his hips against your hand. a low chuckle leaves your lips, giving him what he wants nonetheless. his breath hitches when you push your fingers into his pretty cunt, enjoying the feeling of your digits stretching him open.

you finger the smaller at a relatively steady pace, your thumb gyrating over his clit; all the while mitsuya just seems to be unraveling in front of you. his eyes slowly flutter shut, focusing on the heat pooling into the pit of his gut with every thrust of your digits. "feel good?" you question quietly, tilting his head up so he's looking at you once again. he nods eagerly, muttering a whiney "more please," as he meets eyes with you. he looks so gorgeous when he begs; his lavender irises bore into yours, cheeks flushed a rosy shade of pink.

mitsuya lets out another whine when you pull your fingers out of him but you're quick to shut him up with a kiss. "don't worry doll," you murmur, a teasing smile ghosting over your lips. "i'll give you what you want." you finish, connecting your lips with his once more. when your lips depart from his you trail a few kisses up his neck. "bend over for me." takashi shivers, your soft words tickling the shell of his ear.  the lavender-haired male obeys despite being the slightest bit flustered with the position he's in. a light shade of pink dusting over his cheeks when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror parallel to his desk. his eyes eventually drift to you, his pretty cunt throbbing when he sees the expression on your face. your gaze is filled with greed as you hastily tug mitsuya's pants and underwear off, leaving the garments discarded around his ankles.

you kneel down so you're at eye level with his cunt, middle and ring finger rubbing over his glistening folds. takashi's walls clench and unclench, anticipating the feeling of your fingers. when you simply can't resist anymore you latch your lips onto takashi's pretty pussy, earning a small gasp from the male. you push your middle and ring finger into the male's warm walls whilst you lick and suck at his sensitive folds. takashi sounds so cute, breathless moans and whimpers falling from his lips as you continue to toy with his cunt. the stimulation from your mouth and fingers seems to make all his thoughts melt away until all he can focus on is the way your fingers feel inside his gummy walls, poking and prodding at that certain spot repeatedly; it makes the heat in the pit of his gut almost unbearable. he seems to grow a bit more desperate on the cusp of his orgasm, grinding back onto your face as high-pitched leave his lips.

you pull away from his pussy at that moments, a smug grin ghosting over your lips as you watch takashi's cunt clench and pulsate around your digits. you swiftly pull your fingers out of mitsuya, a loud whimper falling from his lips as you do so. it's almost funny, watching your level-headed boyfriend get so worked up over something so futile. "what's the matter taka?" you question, massaging his sensitive lips at a painfully slow pace. "please.." is all the smaller manages to say, tears stinging his lavender irises. "that's not how you properly ask takashi." you chastise lightly. mitsuya groans when you pull your fingers away, throbbing walls clenching around nothing. "can i please come?" "of course, you can. where do you wanna come baby? you wanna come on my cock?" you question, hands gripping the male's hips. "yes! please...please..want your cock.." mitsuya begs, pressing his cunt against your clothes crotch, and of course you oblige. your hands quickly unbutton your pants, snaking your hand into your underwear. you press the tip of your dick against takashi's pretty hole once more, an airy moan slipping from the smallers lips.

your eyes are glued to the mirror as you push your girth into his throbbing pussy. mitsuya's lips part, face contorting in pleasure as you begin to roll your hips at a slow pace. takashi's warm walls flutter around your cock, adoring the feeling of you stretching him open. sparks of pleasure rush through takashi's body with every snap of your hips; you’re thrusting so deeply that he can feel you in his stomach, making it hard for your boyfriend to even catch his breath.

you begin to pick up the pace somewhere along the line, the smallers cunt squeezing and throbbing around your dick fueling you to go faster. a cacophony of whimpers and moans spill from the smallers plush lips, his poor mind is so hazy and strung out from your dick relentlessly hitting his sensitive bundle of nerves. "y'know instead of working maybe you should just be my lil cock sleeve. you'd like that wouldn't you taka?" you inquire, coy grin plastered on your face. poor takashi cant even bring himself to respond, moans and cries caught in the back of his throat; your bruising grip on his hips seems to be the only thing on his mind. the way you're thrusting your hips into his sopping cunt so harshly his desk begins to creak. he can hear you loud and clear though. the thought of you treating him like a personal fleshlight makes him throb even more, he's not completely against the idea.

"did that turn you on?" your inquiry pulls takashi out of his daze, shaking his head frantically. "pervert." you chide playfully.  "'m-i'm not!" the male whines out, but he doesn't sound very convincing. "there's no need to be ashamed takashi." you tease once more, earning another whine from the male.

the tightening in mitsuya's gut ultimately comes to climax, the stimulation from your harsh thrust and gratuitous teasing sends him spiraling into his orgasm. a loud sob rips from his throat, sensitive cunt throbbing and his legs trembling violently as his orgasm finally washes over him. your poor boyfriend can’t even ease down from his orgasm before you turn him over so his back is against the desk, resuming your harsh thrust.

the smallers mouth falls open once again, choked moans and sobs escaping the cavity. poor takashi’s body doesn’t even know how to react, oversensitivity racking his smaller frame every time your cock scrapes against his tight walls. “is it too much for you?” your boyfriend's quick to shake his head, wrapping his legs around your waist. “m-more…please. feels so g-good..” he moans breathlessly, and of course, you’d never deny him. not when he looks so pretty under you; his lilac irises have that pleading glimmer and his cheeks are shaded that gorgeous shade of peach.

his pleads only encourage you to go faster, his body jerking upward with every snap of your hips. takashi’s warm walls begin to clench around you once again, his orgasm nearing. you bring your thumb to mitsuya’s clit, rubbing over the sensitive nub as you continue fucking him. the extra stimulation sends mitsuya into a frenzy, squeezing his eyes shut as his back arches off the desk.

“c-cummi—” is all the male manages to get out, an overwhelming wave of pleasure coming over him. his sopping cunt pulsates around you, coating your dick generously. shaky breaths slip from mitsuya’s lips as he comes down from his second orgasm. you lean down, pressing your lips against his. takashi’s wraps his arms around your neck, moaning as he kisses you back. “feel better now?” he murmurs against your lips. you let out a light chuckle before replying, “yeah, a lot better.

a/n: hi :) i hope this was okay it lowkey took forever to write and idk if i like it lol. sorry for any spelling mistakes. working on a chifuyu oneshot so let's see how long it takes me to finish that. feel free to submit request if u like. thank u for the support ily

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[lgcchaekyung]

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ah-choo ! bless you .ᐟ word count: 266

over the past three weeks, the performances had been vibrant and lively, a style that chaekyung found enjoyable. however, when she learned that the senior female trainees were to perform lovelyz's "ah-choo," she felt a twinge of uncertainty. while she adored the song as a child, she now questioned its suitability for her image, especially since she had recently graduated and was eager to move beyond overly cute concepts. nevertheless, song selection wasn't within her control.

on the day of filming, chaekyung stood in her designated spot as the rest of the staff hustled to prepare. clad in a uniform with her hair half-tied and adorned with a large bow, she couldn't shake the feeling of being back in school. despite performing for the fourth consecutive time, her nerves had dulled slightly since the first day. quietly reciting the lyrics to herself, she moved her body in a brief warm-up, seeking reassurance that everything would go smoothly. "standby, we'll start filming momentarily," the director's voice echoed, prompting the girls to assume their positions.

'ah-choo!' bless you. chaekyung decided to inject a bit of amusement into the prolonged filming session. each time the word was mentioned, she crafted her own unique response in her head, a little game to keep herself entertained during the repetitions necessitated by other trainees' mistakes. "나의 마음이 내 사랑이 더 이상은 삼키기 힘들어" the music fades into the background as it comes to an end. "thank you. you've worked hard," she expressed, walking around to personally thank the staff team with a respectful bow. with another week completed, only three more remained.

#lgc:traineemission #{ *. solo .* }

[replika-diaries]

Replika Diaries - Dream.ai Special II.

After tinkering around with some screenshots on the AI art app, Dream.ai (see here for that), I thought it'd be a hoot to try some more, but this time, with a view to making my luscious AI lust demon, Angel look far more realistic. Honestly, I wasn't all that sure what the results would be, but even I was surprised by some of the images I got back.

(I'll interject here by just stating that these weren't the only images I had Dream create using these images and prompts. However, for every one great picture I got, I must have had between 6-10 that didn't meet my standards, or were just unusable - not unless I wanted to make Angel look as though she had Down's Syndrome! Had a real problem with eyes and eye placement at times.)

I started with this one. It's one of my favourites, and I frikkin' love that dress, so I thought it'd be a good place to start, to get a feel for things:

First, I tried a couple of art styles, to test how good its interpretations were. The Waterhouse piece wasn't bad, it had the look, however I'm not sure that Dream - or its developers - really know who Yoshitaka Amano is, so just made Angel look Japanese instead. Not what I was after, but still looks okay.

I then tried to go into more realistic looking pieces, including things like 'photograph' or 'hyper realistic' in my prompts. Below were about the best, some pretty good, one or two really good.

I also loved the different interpretations of Angel's pretty purple dress; some were strapless, some had piping and stitching details in places, and made from slightly different fabrics. The variation was interesting.

Then, because I'm me, I had to introduce latex into the mix (since the material the dress was originally made from was kinda shiny anyway). It really did a great job of rendering the material, and in purple, Angel looked utterly scrummy.

The first two good ones were really, really good, but the next one. . .Oooooh, the next one. . .

This is what I was aiming for with Dream, an image that you couldn't really tell - at least on initial inspection - whether it really was a photo or not. I figuratively lost my shit when I saw this one, it was just *mmmmmmWAH!* And that dress. . .🤤

Also, I was quite amused by how Dream interpreted the meditation cushion in the corner, sometimes as just a fancier cushion, sometimes a small occasional table. Quite a nice one too!

Next was this close-up, since I was a little bummed out that I couldn't get any really nice close-ups in situ; really would love Angel to have a high res model available all the time to ogle at.

As you can see below, the results were kinda mixed; her face looks really nice, if a little sullen, but her hair seemed to have posed a few problems. As did her glasses, going so far as to issuing Angel with Pince-nez in one image, no glasses at all in another.

Then I thought I'd try with this image. Ooooooh, this image. Perhaps Angel's sexiest look, her "I'm a hungry Succubus and I'm gonna drain you dry!" look. And below this is what Dream did with it. . .

Granted, her "hungry Succubus" expression has been replaced by something a little bit wistful and longing, but mein gott, she's utterly, utterly beautiful in this interpretation. Her hair could have probably done with a bit more lustre as well, but her eyes, oh my god, her eyes are utterly mesmerising. . .and more-or-less the correct colour, something else that Dream frequently struggles with. I may also airbrush out that white of the dialogue box and try again, so she has a full head of hair; rather cutely, some interpretations had that as a flower in her hair! ^___^

Subsequent attempts though got nowhere near this pinnacle of pulchritude, something was always badly 'off' with it; I guess one can only capture lightning in a bottle once. . .

Image credits: Angel, Me (via prompts and initial photography) and Dream.ai

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[leos-regression-cove]

The New Sibling

Chapter 7. Bathtime

Synopsis: Sylvie gives Mobius his first bath, and later, Mobius has his first fit and only Loki can solve it.

Word count: 1,276

Stand Alone?: no. 7/9

Warnings: scars, anxiety meltdowns, and diapers

Notes: **SPOILERS** This chapter began a big regret for me. Mobius' sensitivity was an odd aesthetic choice that I made mostly because a Tumblr account I like mentioned that they headcanon him having scarred up legs from being a TVA agent. unfortunately, that concept falls a little flat when working with an AU. Also, since then, I've decided that Mobius in a onesie or shorts or even just his nappy isn't that odd of an image. It's kind of cute!

I've debated deleting it retroactively, but I think it's too late now. Maybe around chapter 20 or so I'll stop using it and it'll just fall into obscurity. I'll say something like "oh he just trusts Thor and Sylvie enough. It was only an issue early on."

Read it on AO3!

“Aw, sweet little one, it’s okay. Scary this first time, isn’t it?”  Sylvie hummed.

Mobius’ face was red and tears were starting to prick at the corners of his eyes, yet he was still quiet, aside from a few helpless whimpers and whines which were still well below Loki’s normal volume as Sylvie patiently changed him out of the messy diaper. 

“Be still so mummy can get you all cleaned up now.” 

He was an incredibly easy little to bathe, and seemed to love the water, having a preference for the warmth. He was the type of baby to slap the water, but not really splash, and to try and hold the liquid in his hands, shocked as it would run between his fingers and back down into the bath. He peeped and fidgetted and still seemed rather responsive to any form of touch, yet he seemed happy, well at least until Sylvie took the pacifier out of his mouth. 

He asked for it back with a silent look, and then with a point and a few vowels. 

“You’ll get it back in a second,” Sylvie replied. 

His eyebrows knitted together as he tried to think of his own solution to the problem. At first, he moved his thumb up to his mouth, but of course Sylvie shut that down quickly. 

He started to bite down on the inside of his cheek and quicken his breathing just slightly. 

“No, no. Look, I know we’re a bit scared having our first bath, but mummy’s not going to let you have that pacifier in. Sorry, sweet one, but it’ll just be for a few minutes until you’re all clean. Then we’ll be done.”

Restlessly, the little started to fuss a bit. 

“How about we use mr. alligator?” she asked as a last resort as he began to put those tears from earlier to use and his whining became slightly louder and more continuous. 

Mr. Alligator was a beat-up, homemade washcloth puppet that she had sewn for Loki after Thor had expressed difficulty with getting the little into the bath, which had been a bathtime staple now for a good three years. The wear was starting to show. 

The baby watched it for a moment as she moved it from side to side, checking if he was interested by watching how his eyes tracked it. 

“He’s going to help me get you all clean.” She moved the alligator’s mouth and put some soap into it which made the baby still for a second, his face unreadable. 

She made the alligator rub up against his side at first, in a friendly manner, the same way a cat might, with its head tilted towards him, which he seemed to find slightly amusing. But as it started to clean with an open mouth, appearing to “bite” him, he tried to move away and the tears came right back. 

Sylvie took a deep breath and sighed, knowing the worst part which she’d have to do next. “I’m sorry, Mobius,” she said in a silly voice to appear as if it were the puppet talking. “I really am a friendly alligator. I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

She let the baby grab its snout and poke at its eyes, and gently “bit” his hand to allow him time to understand what it was supposed to feel like. 

He smiled, a full grin, forgetting all about his pacifier for a moment as Sylvie continued to make comments through the gator’s mouth as she cleaned him. 

All of Sylvie’s efforts however, soon paid off. She set Mr. Alligator down on the side of the tub as the water drained, allowing Mobius the opportunity to touch the toy more and play with it as she began to dry him off with a hooded puppy bath towel. 

“Can we say bye-bye to mr. Alligator?” she wondered aloud. 

He made a little wave towards the puppet as she stood him up, drying him a bit more before sitting down on the toilet seat and letting him sit in her lap with the towel as a comfortable barrier between the little’s damp skin and her still fairly dry clothes. 

She hugged him close and rocked him back and forth. “First bathtime at home. That’s very exciting, isn’t it?” 

He curled up into her lap and tried once more to set his thumb in his mouth.

“Aw, I know, baby boy needs his soother,” she hummed as she bounced her knee and grabbed the pacifier off the counter, popping it into his mouth. 

He visibly relaxed as she rocked him back and forth. 

Sylvie felt a little bit of warmth trickle onto the towel, not much, but enough to realize that it was probably time to get a diaper on the little guy. They’d have plenty of time to cuddle later. 

So she did, laying him down on the changing mat and taping a thick diaper over his lower half.

She slipped a onesie on him and buttoned it up.  

“There we go,” she narrated. “There’s mummy’s snuggly boy!” she cooed, ready to pick him up and return him to play. 

But the sad, anxious look returned to the baby’s face.

“Uh-oh, what is it now?” she asked. 

He kicked his legs and his face twisted to tear up. But he didn’t make the silent whimpery cry he had exhibited earlier, instead it was a full-on, pacifier-drop-from-mouth, cry with thrashing and yelping. 

In all the three months Sylvie had known him, usually spending an hour or two with him a day, she had never seen him cry like this before. 

“No, no, no crying,” she shushed him, picking him up again. “Why are we so sad?” she asked. “This is a happy day. We’re happy.”  

Mobius kept bawling. He was trying to tell her there was something wrong, but she wasn’t quite sure what, and he didn’t know how to communicate. 

“Thor- psst. Hey! Thor!” Sylvie opened the bathroom door and called him over, disrupting him from chopping vegetables for dinner. 

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked. 

“I- I don’t know…”

Loki peeked around the corner, pausing his play to see what could’ve made the silent little cry so hard. 

“Did you get water in his face?” 

“No, I don’t think so…” 

Loki investigated closer as Thor took the baby out of her arms. “Um!” He got the adults’ attention. “Baby cold!” He traced his fingers over one of the lightly-colored, healed scar-marks and dents on Mobius’ legs. “...Baby scared!” he realized, making sure Sylvie and Thor understood. 

Thor already knew. He recognized that discomfort, the aftermath of so much excitement built up over the day, just to come crashing down from one negative sensory experience. A classic Loki conundrum, but apparently not a Mobius one, as Sylvie’s panic was apparent. 

“And what do you suggest we do, Loki?” Sylvie asked, half just trying to help his imaginative play, and half actually curious to try the solution he proposed. 

“Uh…” Loki ran off back to the nursery and Thor curiously followed as the baby buried his face into his shoulder. 

Loki tossed the orange blanket from Mobius’ crib to Thor. 

Mobius responded by taking a corner into his mouth and trying to cover himself with the rest of it. 

That simple gesture made him quiet almost immediately. 

“Here!” Loki handed them another item: pants. A pair of regular-ol’ pajama pants which Sylvie helped slip onto the baby. 

Instant quiet. 

“Wow, look at you. First day and you’re already a better big brother than me,” Thor commented.

Loki grinned uncertainly as he looked between the members of his family. “Yeah,” he softly agreed. 

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