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titancanvas · 5 months

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hello !!! your event is SO well done i love the aesthetics ( ・∇・) i’d love to enter wriothesley + ☃️ !!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ MAI MUMBLES : hello sweetness!! thank you sm for joining this little ask game ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ I hope you enjoy this lil drabble <333

𖥔 ݁ ˖ CONTENT WARNINGS : NSFW CONTENT. MDNI. fem! reader, established relationship, a little bit of mean! wriothesley, slight dry humping, teasing & edging

𖥔 ݁ ˖ COOKIES AND CHRISTMAS EVENT

"I can feel you dripping all over me."

A long, embarrassed whine leaves your lips and you try to clench your thighs together, a pathetic attempt at concealing your wetness but with your thighs splayed over Wrio's much thicker ones it was nearly impossible. He kept you spread open with a wicked grin as he scribbles something in his report.

Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, your face buried in the crook of his neck and shoulders, some of his hair tickling the side of your face. One of his arms are wound around your waist, keeping you perched all nice and pretty for him in his lap while the other continued to work on his report, paying no mind to your whines and little shifts.

If anything, every now and then, he would let out a low groan of warning, a deep sound that vibrated in the back of his throat, ensuring you knew very well that there would be repercussions for your constant distractions.

"I can't help it," you eventually mumble, your voice nothing more than a soft caress across his cheek, feeling how warm it is, how it seems to briefly lull him away from his work.

Damn you, you've always had the ability to wrap him right around your little finger. You were his Achilles heel and as hard as he would've liked to admit others you seemed to be proving him wrong over and over again.

"Is that why you're making a mess of my lap right now, sweet thing?" he asks quietly and you can feel how his chest vibrates with each syllable he says. He pulls his face back a little to try and catch a peek of your expression — how bashful and fucked out you looked from nothing more than sitting on the strain on his pants. "If I touch you right now... are your panties going to be wet?"

Your face burns. You're yearning for his touch but you don't want to hand him the satisfaction of knowing he could make you drip for him without even doing much in the first place. With a desperate shake of your head you try and bury your face deeper into the crook of his neck, hiding your expression.

But Wriothesley will have nothing of that and a partially gloved hand winds itself into your hair, giving it harsh enough of a tug to draw your face back, fixing you with a heavy gaze, drinking you in deep, watching as your bottom lip trembles and your chest shake with short little breaths.

"Don't lie to me," he murmurs, voice silky and warm, like honey, but his eyes told a different story. He tilts his head and shifts in the chair, pushing his hips up into yours, eyes flitting down to the material of your skirt pooling around your thighs. "You're so desperate to be touched, it's almost pathetic."

Your hands curl into small fists around the material of his jacket and you whine, submitted to his mercy, leaving you with nowhere to go. Helplessly, your hips grind forward, your aching clit searching for any kind of stimulation but Wrio takes it away just as fast as he's given it to you.

"Be a good girl," he coos, hand tightening in your hair. "And tell me. Use your big girl words."

You sniffle. "I'm..." You choke on your words, voice dropping from one octave to another as it grows softer. "I... I'm making a mess of your lap."

He hums appreciatively, waiting for you to go on. "Why are you making such a mess, baby?" He tuts. "I thought you had better manners than that."

"Because I want you to touch me!" you finally break when he pushes his cock back against your soaked panties, giving you a mere taste of what you've been craving for the last hour while he busied himself with paperwork.

Small, warm crocodile tears are gathering at your lashline, making him tut again at you as he pulls your face closer to his own, scattering soft kisses across your cheeks, nose and forehead — purposely avoiding your lips.

"My poor sweet girl," he coos, faux sympathy woven between every word he says but they hold no shame or sadness for you. The pad of his thumb runs across the swell of your cheek, smirking when he feels your thighs trembling around his, how you're humping and grinding against practically nothing, searching for anything to give you stimulation.

He abandons the hold he once had in your hair in favor of taking hold of your chin, guiding your head sideways so you could glance at the stack of papers on his desk.

"See those papers right there?" he asks cooly, gripping your chin a little harder as he makes you nod your head — up and down. "Those reports need to be finished first. So, if you can be a good little girl and let me work, only then... maybe after I'm done I'll think about fucking you."

He turns your face back to his, thumb tracing the pout of your lips. "Understand? Mmm... Look at those pretty little tears, yes, you do."

#genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin smut #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #wriothesley smut #wriothesley drabbles #🎄. cookies & christmas event!#꒰ ♡ ꒱.naughty #⌨️. notepad!

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misc-obeyme · 8 months

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requesting "don't test me" with lucifer (and then she does)

ty i luv u

Hello, anon!

Okay, so the prompt was "Don't tempt me," but I still had him tell MC not to test him, so we got a bit of both lol. Also I know you didn't necessarily indicate an AFAB reader, but that's what I ended up doing. Hopefully that's okay!

Thank you for participating!

1,000 Followers Event!

AFAB!MC x Lucifer with prompt "Don't tempt me."

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: cockwarming, penetration (reader receiving)

Once again, Lucifer found himself sitting at his desk doing paperwork late into the night. Everyone else in the house was either asleep or quiet in their rooms. For once, he could focus on the pile of work he still had to get through.

And he did focus, even though you were sitting on his lap with his cock snugly inside you.

Lucifer would never admit it, but he had a tendency to indulge you. When you came into his office earlier that night to sit with him, he didn’t protest. Your presence made him feel content and he enjoyed having you near him. But it was clear rather quickly that you did not intend to simply sit idly while he worked. And when you finally asked, Lucifer gave in after only a little bit of prodding.

That was how he ended up with his lap full of you, his arms on either side of you as he continued to work, your head leaning back on his shoulder. Your hands were on the desk, holding papers still for him as he wrote. He occasionally moved your hands where he needed them.

You had been doing so well, actually managing to stay still while he worked. But he noticed when you began to shift your hips every so often, like you were unable to hold yourself back from seeking some kind of friction. Lucifer didn’t acknowledge your movements, his pen never stopping.

Lucifer couldn’t deny that he enjoyed having you like this. The way your body clenched on his cock, sending little jolts of pleasure through him, made the hours of sitting at his desk a little more bearable. He never indicated this to you, his expression and movements remaining stoic as though he was unbothered by the way you were leaking all over him.

This went on for some time and Lucifer was actually impressed that you were able to cockwarm him for so long, only occasionally moving against him.

He still had quite the pile of work when it became evident that you were struggling with staying still. Your movements became more frequent and more obvious. You even let out a little whine that both concerned him and made his cock twitch.

When this happened, he said, “Be still, MC. As you can see I still have a lot of work to get through.”

“I’ve been still this whole time,” you said. “Can’t you take a break?”

Lucifer wanted to give into you immediately, but the paperwork on his desk taunted him. “No,” he said firmly. “I told you that you would have to wait until I’m finished and I am nowhere near done.”

You turned your head toward him, nuzzling into him and kissing his neck. You took one of your hands off his desk to reach up and run your fingers down his cheek. “Please, Lucifer…”

Lucifer grabbed your hand and put it back on his desk. “Don’t tempt me,” he said. His tone was strict, not flirty, and you sighed against him.

Lucifer managed to get through only a small amount of work before you started up again, shifting on his lap. He attempted to ignore it, not wanting to give in to you.

At this point, though, you had had enough and you very deliberately braced your hands on the desk so you could raise yourself up. Once you reached the tip of his cock, you sat back down in one swift motion. The feeling of finally having some movement inside you made you moan.

Lucifer dropped his pen and grabbed your hips, keeping you pressed to him. “Do not test my patience, MC.”

You still squirmed in his grip. “What about my patience?” you asked, letting just a hint of a whine into your voice. “I’m running out.”

“You should have considered that before you proposed this idea,” Lucifer said.

You groaned, now actively struggling against him. “Can’t you ever give in? Just once?”

Lucifer’s irritation with you peaked and he realized there was no way he would be able to finish his work when you were like this. He secretly blamed himself for giving into you to begin with, but there was no way he would let you think that.

Lucifer lifted you easily as he stood up from his chair, pushing you down over his desk. There was still paperwork beneath you, but he didn’t bother to move it out of the way. In that moment, he no longer cared.

Lucifer leaned over you, pressing close to your ear. “I hope this is what you wanted, MC.”

Lucifer didn’t give you the chance to answer as he stood back up, keeping one hand on your hip.

He put his other hand on the small of your back, keeping you in place as he began to thrust. He was not gentle, he was far past that, and the sounds of your whimpers only made him go faster.

You squirmed under him, no doubt overwhelmed by how deep he was inside you, hitting hard with every thrust, your body bouncing as he ramped up the pace and intensity. He was lost in your heat, feeling only the sweetness of you around him, his own pleasure building as he moved in you. The sound and scent of your arousal made him a little dizzy.

Your noises became louder as your orgasm approached, your hands gripping the desk, moving the papers that were still beneath you.

You cried out as your climax hit, your cum coating his dick as he clenched your hip hard, the hand on your back pressing down roughly.

And then Lucifer stopped moving.

You stayed sprawled over the desk, your cheek pressed against some stray paper, breathing hard as you slowly came down from your high.

After a moment you looked back over your shoulder. Lucifer frowned at you, his cock still hard inside you.

“Will you be able to sit still now?” he asked.

Lucifer lifted you from his desk, sitting back down in his chair and settling you in his lap the way he had you before. He picked up one of your hands, his fingers gently rubbing against a smudge of ink there before he placed it on top of his papers again.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Lucifer wrapped his arms around your waist and gently kissed your neck.

“I only need you to hold on a little longer,” he said quietly into your ear. “Having you here like this makes it easier for me to get through all of this work. If you can hold me until I’m finished, I will be at your mercy for the rest of the night.”

Lucifer knew what saying this to you would do and he was pleased to feel you shudder slightly. You were likely imagining him carrying you to his room, catering to your every whim, giving into you entirely, letting you have whatever you wanted from him. It wasn’t something he did often. But every once in a while, he let himself be vulnerable with you.

You re-positioned yourself for a moment, then let out a soft sigh. You put your hands on the desk, settling them back on the papers for him. “How can I say no to that?”

Lucifer chuckled, repositioning your hands a little before picking up his pen. “I will endeavor to get through the remainder quickly so I can take care of you properly.”

You settled in, your body still tired and throbbing from the orgasm you had bent over his desk. You took the time to rest as well as you could with his cock still inside you, knowing you would need your energy for later.

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me smut #obey me lucifer smut #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #misc 1k event #misc naughty times #misc writes

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saeculorum-art · 4 months

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If I should lose you, the stars would fall from the sky If I should lose you, leaves would wither and die

First artwork for the Naughty or Nice Event @barris-events 💙

#barris #thomas barrow #richard ellis #downton abbey #downton abbey 2019 #thomas barrow x richard ellis #traditional illustration #naughty or nice event

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 26 days

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junkshop-disco · 3 months

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W is for Wolf

The Downton Abbey estate has been plagued by mysterious livestock disappearances for years, but when children start going missing too, they decide to take action. The local police are clueless, and suggest calling in a specialist investigator from London, Richard Ellis. When Richard arrives at Downton station, he's met by the butler, Thomas Barrow, who offers his assistance, and they set about trying to piece together why the bloody foot prints in the snow never seem to lead anywhere. But as the two grow closer, Richard's suspicions are aroused. Where does Thomas go at night and why is he so scathing about Richard's love of the moon? All anyone will say about Thomas is that he's not like other men, but it's clear no one really likes him. Can he really be responsible for the disappearances when he seems so fond of children? When he's as invested in finding the culprit as Richard is? Or has he been playing Richard from the start, getting close to him only to divert suspicion from himself? As fresh snowfall traps him at Downton and the full moon approaches, Richard grapples with how to continue his investigation when he's fallen in love with his prime suspect. And Thomas grapples with whether he can trust Richard with his darkest secret: he's afflicted with lycanthropy, so he knows a werewolf is responsible for the killings, but it's not him.

As my final entry for Naughty or Nice @barris-events, a little gift for @wildamongwolves inspired by the omegaverse prompt as a thank you for all the hard work keeping things running smoothly. I wish I had time to write it properly. Maybe one day. But for now, here's some wolf Thomas 🐺.

PS thank you @infinity2020corner for the help with the screen grabs <3.

#naughty or nice #barris events #thomas barrow x richard ellis #downton abbey #barris #thomas barrow #richard ellis

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barris-events · 3 months

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❤️ fics are on AO3, art and moodboards are on tumblr unless specified ❤️

Fic 🌶

Snowdrops in the Coal Shed by @junkshop-disco - E

Soft Like Marble by @naevery - M

Letting go by @infinity2020corner - M

A Sweet Little Headache by @wildamongwolves - T

Like a Haunting Refrain by @saeculorum-art - E

The Devil's Work by @imnotthewerewolf - Not Rated

Ambrosia by @wildamongwolves - E

I Love You More by @jackboyjack/J_Dtou - G

How to plan a Date by @just-two-blokes - T

Belonging to by strigiday_glauce - E

The Gravy Incident by @artistamateurieuse/Nialuna - M

How Still My Heart, How High the Moon by @wildamongwolves - E

Art 🎁

Happy Holidays! by @shiro-b - G

Snowed in together by @shiro-b - G

If I Should Lose You by @saeculorum-art - G - tumblr / AO3

Give A Thought To My Plea by @saeculorum-art - E - AO3 - multichapter containing the following works:

Once you put your hand in the flame / You can never be the same There’s a certain satisfaction / In a little bit of pain - tumblr

And give your precious love / Your very precious love to me - tumblr

You came, I think? / Because the marble made my cheeks look pink - tumblr

We’re here tonight, and that’s enough. - tumblr

Moodboards ☃️

W is for Wolf (feat. fic blurb) by @junkshop-disco

Snowdrops in the Coal Shed by @junkshop-disco

The Gravy Incident by @artistamateurieuse

Mizar and Alcor by @infinity2020corner - tumblr / AO3

Sweater Weather by @infinity2020corner - tumblr / AO3

Just a Dream by @infinity2020corner - tumblr / AO3

Playlist & Edit 🎄

Winter Warmer by @junkshop-disco

#downton abbey #thomas barrow #richard ellis #barris #thomas barrow x richard ellis #richard ellis x thomas barrow #naughty or nice #barris events #masterlist

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harringrove-cafe · 5 months

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Everyone is officially a helper at Billy’s Holiday Café workshop!

Your job is to decide who has been naughty, and who has been nice!

On December 22-24, Steve, Billy, Harrington and Lord Billy will deliver treats (and special surprises) according to which list you placed the recipient on!

The form will close on December 20th at 11:59 PM EST

📜 Add To The List!

#harringrove #harringrove cafe events #hg cafe naughty or nice

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nymphoheretic · 1 year

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Welcome to my 1k followers event! I'd like to thank everyone who helped me to reach this goal. You're all wonderful and I love each and every one of you!! This event has two parts to it, just like me. I really hope you will like and participate in it!

Be Nice with Nymph!

Nymph is the outward appearance, the sweet face that greets everyone with a smile and loves to interact with the people who come to this blog. Interactions makes me happy. So, this part is all about interacting and playing with Nymph!

Two truths and one lie.

Everyday (starting 5/5 - 5/12) for one week, I will post two truths and one lie about myself and whoever guesses the lie that day will earn a fluffy date moodboard for their selfship! I will pick out outfits for you and your f/o and a location where your date will take place and what kind of plushie they would get you.

Unfortunately this part of the event is not anon friendly.

Go on a date with Nymph.

Send Nymph a fun fact about yourself and I will make a little date scenario with us and a short playlist of three songs

Alternate choice: Send me details about your selfship and I'll make playlist of three songs for it!

Be Naughty with Nympho!

Nympho is the alter ego that comes out when I'm writing. She is the little devil that whispers in my ear all the filthy stuff that goes down in everything I write. Writing pleases her. So this part of the event will be all about Nympho writing!

7 minutes in Heaven. (6/10 slots)

Give me a character from a fandom I write for and I'll write a short little smutty drabble about steamy closet sex with them.

Two Lies and one truth.

Alternatively, for one week(starting 5/5 - 5/12), I will also post two lies and one truth about me. If you can guess which is the truth, I will write you a smutty drabble(>2k words) for the character of your choice from any of the fandoms I write for.

#nymphomanic♡#thank you for the 1k!#nymph's 1k event♡#naughty or nice♡

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naevery · 3 months

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"It's quite all right", Thomas says with playful generosity, "if this means that I've managed to bring Richard Ellis to his wit's end, then I'll gladly take that as a compliment." "In that case, my dearest love, I'll happily admit defeat."

(Small and very last minute contribution to the Naughty or Nice Barris event @barris-events.)

#Downton Abbey #Thomas Barrow #Richard Ellis #Barris #Barris events #fanfic #Naughty or Nice

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mimine666 · 6 months

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Fictober day 31 bonus

@madamairlock made me do it Let's blame her for it ;)

Fandom: Major Crimes

Rating: Explicit!!!

#fanfiction #sharon raydor #andy flynn #shandy #major crimes #fictober23 #fictober event #smut #naughty and smutty

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choicesficwriterscreations · 2 years

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CFWC NAUGHTY & NICE PROMPTS

EVENT DATES: OCTOBER 2 - OCTOBER 29

SEE RULES AND PRIZE INFORMATION HERE

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just-two-blokes · 5 months

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Thank you to all these lovely prompts of our new Barris event that got me out of my writing slump!

Can‘t wait for it to start <3

#thomas barrow #richard ellis #downton abbey #thomas barrow x richard ellis #barris #barris events #naughty or nice

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misc-obeyme · 8 months

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Congrats on the followers!!!! WOOOOO!!!

could I request “I really want to kiss you right now.” with Beelzebabes please? something about him just saying that out of the blue…ugh. it fuckin GETS me. NSFW af please (the naughtier the better ;) lol), and if I could request AFAB but gender neutral pronouns for reader?

Also if it’s not asking too much could you avoid using the word “cunt?” Just a personal turn off, tbh.

btw i’m @libidinous-weeb on here! (side blog) and your smut writing skills are top tier!!! you’re sooo good, i’m a huge fan! <3

Hello hello!

Ahh thank you so much!! I'm still not very confident in my smut writing, so it means it a lot to hear that you like it!!

Okay, so hopefully this one turned out okay... I love Beel so much I think he would just be really sweet the whole time lol. I didn't really end up using pronouns aside from you/yours, so hopefully that's okay, too. But MC is AFAB! As it turns out, I don't like using the word "cunt" either so I didn't, but I would also like to say that it is absolutely never too much to ask me not to use a word like that. I am happy to accommodate any such preferences!

Thank you for participating!

1,000 Followers Event!

AFAB!MC x Beelzebub with prompt "I really want to kiss you right now."

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: face-sitting, penetration (reader receiving)

You had been flirting pretty blatantly with Beel all day, hoping against hope that he'd pick up on your meaning. It wasn't as though he didn't already know how you felt. You had already spent several nights together, all of them mind blowing. But you found yourself wanting more and more. And it had been too long.

It was a slow afternoon and most of his brothers were out of the house or otherwise occupied. For once, you didn't really have anything demanding your attention. It was the perfect opportunity to spend a little quality time with Beel. He seemed happy enough to do whatever you wanted, but he didn't seem to be picking up on exactly what you wanted.

You asked him to join you in your room to watch some TV. Sitting together on your bed was the perfect situation. You could cuddle with him, maybe kiss him a bit, and if he still wasn't getting the message, you might need to just say it directly.

But when you were there, cozied up to his side, you found the TV so boring and his presence so relaxing that you felt yourself getting a little drowsy. Being cuddled up with him like that was so comfortable, you forgot all about your earlier attempts at flirting, your eyelids actually starting to get a little heavy.

"MC," Beel said.

His tone was so serious, you sat up straight to look at him. "What is it?"

Beel met your eyes. "I really want to kiss you right now."

You blinked in surprise for a moment. And then you were no longer sleepy. You turned off the TV, climbed into his lap, and kissed him.

Beel's hands went to your waist and when you opened your mouth for him, he took the invitation readily. You felt the hot spike of desire that ran through your body at the feeling of his tongue against yours. The kiss got hot and sloppy, your motions growing desperate as all the neediness you had been feeling previously returned to you full force. When you felt his erection stirring beneath you, you took the opportunity to grind down on it.

Beel moaned low in his throat, his lips still on yours, his hands running over your hips and your backside. You broke away to pull in a breath, leaving Beel to put his lips on your neck. He sucked and nipped just a little, which made you gasp and grind down on him again. The throbbing need between your legs was almost too much to bear as you gripped Beel's shoulders.

Beel ran his hands under your shirt, breaking away from you so he could pull it over your head, exposing your chest. You tugged on his, too, and it was gone in moments, both of them forming a little heap on the floor. And then Beel's mouth was on one of your nipples. You clutched at his bare shoulders, nails digging in enough to leave little half moon indentations in his skin.

And then you felt Beel's fingers tugging on the waistband of your pants. You slid off of his lap to remove them yourself along with your underwear, too eager to let him do it for you.

Before you could do anything else, though, Beel was lying down on your bed on his back. You frowned at him because he was still wearing his pants.

"Um, Beel," you said.

Beel tugged on your hand and you let him pull you back up onto the bed. His hands guided you until you were straddling his face, your knees on either side of his head.

"Beel," you said again, a note of uncertainty in your voice.

"Is this okay? You can trust me, MC," Beel said, his hands resting on your hips.

You nodded your willingness to let him take the lead and he pushed gently on your hips. You lowered yourself down, holding onto the headboard for balance.

The moment Beel's tongue made contact with your hot flesh, your body clenched and you were thankful you were already gripping the headboard. You held on as he plunged his tongue inside of you before pulling it up to swirl around your clit. You moaned, feeling the wetness dripping from you, imagining how it must be dripping down his chin.

Beel moaned into you and the vibration of his deep voice made you shudder. Beel pushed down on your hips again, making you sink even lower. You had a vague thought about potentially suffocating him, but it fled as soon as he began to suck. He was moaning continuously now, clearly doing it on purpose because of the way you were reacting to it.

You held on to the headboard with both hands, not sure how long you could last like this. The sweet hot feeling gathered deep within you, building and building. You moaned Beel's name as you could feel yourself getting closer and closer until your orgasm finally burst upon you, rolling through you and making you see stars.

You couldn't stop yourself from moving your hips as you rode out your high, not even able to think about what that might be doing to Beel's face.

When you were able to think clearly again, you moved back, half sitting on his chest because you didn't have the strength to go anywhere else.

Beel smiled up at you and your stomach fluttered at the sight of your cum on his lips. He licked them and you nearly orgasmed again just from that.

You leaned forward, letting your head fall on his shoulder. "Beel, you're making me crazy."

Beel rubbed your back. "Do you want me to keep going? Or is it too much?"

You looked at him and smiled. You didn't say anything, just sat up, moved so you were sitting next to him on the bed, and tugged at his pants.

Beel took the hint. He got up from the bed to discard them on the pile of all your other clothes.

This freed his massive cock and you wondered briefly if your eyes were shining excitedly at the sight of it. You could feel the thrill that ran though you as you reached out to touch it.

Beel let you stroke it for a little bit while he stood beside the bed, biting his lip and trying not to groan.

After a minute though, he looked down at you. "MC…"

There was a note of desperation in his tone that sent a stab of desire spiking up your spine. You instantly lay back on the bed, scooting yourself toward the edge. Beel helped you by pulling your legs up to rest on his chest, but paused with the tip of his cock at your entrance. He looked down at you, a question clearly on his face.

"It's okay, Beel," you said. You pushed yourself closer to him. "I want you inside me."

Even with this permission, Beel went slow. You knew it was because he was aware of his size and didn't want to hurt you in any way. You were already so wet, but you were also sensitive after having orgasmed on his face moments ago. Every inch of him that entered you shot sparking sensations through your entire body. You were already squirming and moaning beneath him by the time he was fully inside you.

You reached up to grab at his hands, which were resting on your hips, as he began to slowly move in and out of you. It was almost agonizing how careful he was being.

You arched your back and said, "Faster, faster, please…"

Beel always listened to you and this was no exception. He immediately picked up the pace, pounding into you hard and fast, hitting that sweetest spot deep inside you and making you cry out with the overwhelming pleasure of it.

Beel seemed to be just as lost in sensation as you were, his thrusts becoming frantic, your name spilling from his mouth in a repetitive mumble.

You were already nearing your climax again. It was only a matter of a few more hard thrusts from Beel and you were clenching around him, everything tightening as you did your best not to scream. Your hands clutched at the sheets beneath you as Beel kept going. You squirmed, rocking your hips with him, the feelings running through you so intense you couldn't help the praise spilling from your lips, telling him how good he felt, how amazing he was, how full he made you feel.

It seemed hearing you saying such things, even incoherently, was the last push Beel needed. He groaned as he filled you up with his cum, his hands clenching on your hips, his thrusts stuttering and then slowing.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, both of you breathing heavily. After catching your breath, you would clean each other up, carefully and sweetly, before returning to your bed. You pressed yourself into Beel's side, his arm circling protectively around you and pulling you closer. The feeling of his skin against yours was so nice, you found yourself filled with a sense of happiness. It wasn't long before you both fell asleep, completely exhausted.

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#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me smut #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub smut #obey me beel smut #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me beelzebub x mc #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x mc #misc 1k event #misc naughty times #misc writes

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saeculorum-art · 3 months

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And give your precious love / Your very precious love to me

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reveluving · 2 years

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the highlight of his day

summary: Maintaining academic excellence may be Beckett’s top priority, but he'll always make time for the person who matters most to him.

pairing: beckett harrington x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)

warnings: fluff, NSFW due to brief mentions of explicit sexual content, so minors DNI!, post-canon/Junior year

a/n: after my recent post, I thought this was the best way to channel my sadness! this is written in a reader insert-style, so it can be you or your OC as the MC we know! I just want y’all to join this Harrington love fest with me lol and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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disclaimer! this is a submission for:

‘CFWC Naughty & Nice’ by @choicesficwriterscreations with the prompts (Nice); "My favorite part of the day is seeing your face." & Coffee Shop.

‘Picktober: Choices October Challenge’ by @choicesmonthlychallenge using the prompts (Flufftober); Blushing & Promises.

'"I'll make it up to you." He whispered, his lips hovering over yours. There was so much devotion in his words and while you were flattered by his reassurance, you wanted to take your chance to do the same.' ;

“So, there are mermaids down here?” Much like the rest of the group, one of them was in awe at the fact that one; the chances of seeing merfolks around are low but never zero and two; the view overlooking the crystal-clear lake. The sunlight filtering in and reflecting from the bridge produced a scenic glow, much like the effects of the Golden Hour potion was tasked with just two years ago.

He held onto that memory so dearly, and it wasn't only because of the extra credit he earned.

No, it was the company and the moment itself.

Beckett shook his head as soon as he felt his face getting warmer at the thought. Instead, he refocused on the group of freshmen he was chaperoning. The way they marveled at the picturesque scenery and pointed at the striking corals below them had him puffing up with pride. They were also hoping to spot a shimmery fin swimming by. But he had to admit, even after years of being in Penderghast, the view was like no other. It gave passersby a brief sense of calm as they go about their day.

So far, the tour was going pretty well; from his first-ever warning of the school’s statue and its constant lookout for Atuneless intruders to the school's high-end gallery that could give famous museums worldwide a run for their money. He wanted the tour to be exciting just as it was informative.

“Yes, though even sightings of them remain rare. Not even the ones who have been here their entire academic years were lucky enough to see them, given the merpeople’s suspicion of mankind’s reputation for exploitation and the like.” Beckett responded with ease.

“Have you seen a mermaid, Mr Harrington?” He expected the question but definitely not the title he was given, though he tried not to show his surprise over it. He thought about the question for a moment, their curiosity piquing as seconds passed. He fought a smile, recalling the day Pend Pal hung out by the lake when they were blessed with the rare opportunity.

“I have. Just a glimpse of its tail but a one-of-a-kind experience nonetheless.” He didn’t bother mentioning the time they were lucky enough to visit Lake Tempetua thanks to Zeph and his bucket list. He may love the limelight for his achievements but he’d rather save himself the time. This was about Penderghast, after all, "So, there may be a chance that one of you might see, too. And please, don't call me Mr Harrington. I can assure you that my 20th Birthday is only months away." They all chuckled.

If it wasn’t for Pend Pals, he would’ve never realized that his dry or witty humour, as some would put it, was what made Beckett… well, Beckett.

“Shall we proceed?” The tour continued with them crossing the bridge, their chatters growing louder when they soon realized they were heading to the stadium. But rather than being in awe of the sport or even the stadium itself, some had other priorities.

“I heard one of their Earth-Att's really really hot.” Beckett couldn't drown out the remark, unfortunately. Not especially when they shrilled in excitement right after. Still, he had seen this coming the second he thought of bringing them to the stadium.

Tuneless or not, jocks would always be the it-subject to swoon after, it seemed. And by the same clique who didn't understand personal space. His personal space, no less. They stopped trying eventually, seeing how showed zero to no reaction to their attempts or were silenced by his well-known glare, but that didn't mean they'd stopped giving him the eye from time to time.

At least the stadium truly exceeded the entire group’s expectations, with their oohs and ahhs and Beckett’s new favourite ‘it’s even bigger than the one in Gildegraive!’. He had a hunch that the tour was going to derail from its purpose for a while, and frankly, he didn’t mind because he, too, had his own motives for coming here. With the underclassmen more focused on the arena's interior, Beckett took his chance. Though, it didn't take long for his sharp eyes to find the one person he's been dying to see for months now.

The Sun-Att.

His Sun-Att.

In the middle of the arena, there you stood, next to Zeph as he animatedly talked over the players standing before him. Most likely about their progress or even new tactics for future matches. Griffin, too, chipping in whenever necessary or if Zeph had missed something along the way. Beckett knew he had no chance of turning back, seeing how he naturally was able to spot you right away and honestly, he didn’t mind it one bit.

Beckett and the group were only a few steps away from the team when you, Zeph and Griffin gave your final words and called it a day. Considering how Zeph and Griffin had blocked you from noticing the newcomers, you were about to walk with those who dispersed in the other direction when Zeph pulled you back to his side by your shoulders.

“Look who’s here,” He grinned, “Seems like B-Boy couldn’t wait to see you any longer, and he brought company. Loads of them.”

You blinked, preparing to ask what he had meant when you finally noticed the new set of company. You were really ever able to scan through their faces before beaming at the sight of the tour guide himself. You approached the group with a bounce in your step, with Griffin and Zeph following closely.

“Beckett!” Just having you in front of him had easily become the highlight of his day. No amount of calls, phone or video-wise could ever top being in your presence in itself. No matter how many times he’s glared at his sister for teasing him of missing you whenever he was seen zoning out during their family vacation, they both knew she was right. Hell, even their parents had caught wind of it.

“So, a Sun-Att, I hear?” Beckett choked on his soup, widening his eyes at his mother’s question. His parents were clearly delighted, and he didn’t know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Probably both, because they were already joining the teasing train with Katrina from then on.

Still, he meant what he said about bringing you with him to his travels one day, though he has yet to bring up meeting his family. Not yet, at least. For now, he was going to make up for lost time. None of you had the time to see each other since your return just days ago, with him being appointed by Professor Englund with the new students and you helping your team out with early preparations.

“I see you’ve made some new friends,” You peered over his shoulder, waving back at them as they finally realised who you were. If the way he greeted you with your name in a much softer tone didn’t give it away, then the symbol on your jersey definitely did, “It’s not every day we see the Beckett Harrington coming here willingly, other than to watch us win the championships.”

He playfully rolled his eyes.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Well, I was just telling the freshmen about Penderghast’s continuous success in the leagues.”

“Yup, five times in a row, and hopefully it doesn’t end there!” Unbeknownst to Griffin, his toothy grin not only had ‘the clique’ squealing amongst themselves, but even the boys were extremely pumped just by the thought of being in the team. You've made room for Zeph to join, or rather, take your place in the conversation. While you love the game with your heart and soul, you knew Griffin and Zeph were better at marketing it.

Hey, they were the ones who convinced you into joining the team, after all!

Soon, you were shoulder-to-shoulder with Beckett, minus the height difference, speaking to one another without looking away from the associating parties.

“I meant what I said,” He raised his eyebrows questioningly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, “Seeing you here. I know we haven’t had the time, even though we’re both in the same building.”

“Hey, none of that.” He stopped you, “I should’ve at least stopped by your room as soon as I got here, but Professor Englund came to me the last minute and I—”

“Beckett,” You placed your hand on his bicep, running it up and down as a way to comfort him, “How about we both take the blame? It’s not even our first day and I’d rather not spend the precious time I have with my boyfriend talking about whose fault it is.”

He chuckled, crunching the turf under his shoes idly.

“Fine, fine. We can save the headache for topics like Shreya’s endless plans with Serene and Sublime.”

“Or Professor Englund’s class, in a nutshell.” You both shared a laugh, forgetting your surroundings momentarily when you caught a new student pointing at something up top to his friend. You looked up in wonder, only to realise that they were so entranced by your familiar. Butterball had been gliding near the roof’s opening, where he basked in the sun since the end of practice rather than returning to the ether.

Might as well make new friends, right?

“Butterball, come here, boy!” You raised your hand, wiggling your fingers at the lumian in an effort to grab his attention. The majestic serpentine stopped dead in his tracks, perking up when he realized it was you calling his name. His trill was loud enough to echo throughout the arena before diving headfirst towards your group. You’ve briefly forgotten that matured familiars weren’t common around campus, let alone a mega-evolved one like Butterball until the freshmen reacted apprehensively at his actual size and lightning speed. Some gasped while others tried to hide behind one another, though none of them fled, seeing how even Beckett wasn't moving.

As expected, Butterball had targeted Beckett, circling him from the bottom up before stopping right in front of him. Half of them staggered and swayed, unexpecting the gust of wind from his rapid moves.

“Hello to you too.” Beckett chuckled, returning his greeting with a couple of pets on the head. The coos released by your companion had brought the cautious students at ease, approaching him with less skepticism, "Everyone, meet Butterball. Her familiar.” He introduced the creature to them before motioning to you.

Butterball's feathers shook in excitement, nudging his head into the closest set of hands for pets. His cat-like behaviour instantly won their hearts, with some wanting to get a turn at giving him head scratches while the rest returned to Zeph and Griffin, eager to know more about the upcoming tryouts.

"Do you mind if I borrow you for a sec?" Beckett raised his brows, more so intrigued than suspicious before calling out to them to take five. With their attention elsewhere, you slipped your hand into his, fingers intertwining before dragging him to the side of the bleachers. The spot wasn't far from the students' peripheral vision but enough for some sort of privacy.

He opened his mouth in hopes of asking if everything was alright when you crashed your lips against his. You heard his breath hitched but he returned the gesture just as quick, only for you to break the kiss before he could even deepen it.

Your forwardness was not expected, as evidenced by his wide eyes. But with this newfound spot, he thought 'fuck it'. Remaining professional may be his top priority but he only had so much self-control. He caught you by surprise when he took a hold of your hands, pulling you in for a longer, much more passionate kiss. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling up the familiar material of his blazer while his very own held onto your hips. The second you felt his tongue prodding your bottom lip, your caresses turned to grips, slightly creasing his lapel in the process.

Upon hearing your little whines, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. Even with what was happening just a few feet away from you, the feeling of being in his arms after so long was too good to ignore.

"What time will your practice end?" His eyes remained closed, fearing that he'd lose you just by opening them.

"Uh… Around five, I think. Why?"

"I'll make it up to you." He whispered, his lips hovering over yours. There was so much devotion in his words and while you were flattered by his reassurance, you wanted to take your chance to do the same.

"Beckett, my favorite part of the day is seeing your face. The second I saw you here, I immediately forgot how tired I was!" Your hands slipped upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck to be closer to him than you thought possible, "Just having you by my side is already a treat in itself, no matter where we are or what we do."

That’s what he love about you, amongst other reason, that is. How easy you were able to decipher your feelings into words and how he hopes to do the same for you. He may have his difficulties every once in a while but as a Harrington, you knew he wasn't going to back down from a challenge, and that is what you love about him.

"Then I'll make sure we'll make the most of it," He promised, "I'll stop by your room at six, get dressed by then."

"Oh, bossy, aren't you?" You teased him, only to gape at his defense.

"And not once have I heard you complain about it," He leaned in, whispering in your ear, "Not especially when we're in bed," It was your turn to look away, knowing he had a smirk on his face when you failed to respond, "So obedient whenever I tell you to take your clothes off, having an absolute beauty lay underneath me."

"Beckett…" You gulped, always taken aback by this side of him.

"You have my word." The meaningful smile on his face was hard to resist, and just as you savoured the moment, Zeph's voice rang out.

"Hey, lovebirds! Sorry to interrupt but the captain's gonna need his star player ASAP!" You and Beckett looked at each other before sharing a laugh, your face growing hot whereas Beckett was no different, clearing his throat as if it was going to help with the way he blushed.

"After you." Ever the gentleman. You thanked him with a playful curtsy and headed back to the group, your boyfriend tagging along seconds after. The knowing looks on Griffin and Zeph's faces accompanied by the giggles and oohs of the freshmen had you wishing you could use your Super Speed spell and get the heck out of there.

"Right, I hope you all learned a lot about Thief and had fun with Butterball but we should really continue," Beckett stroked the lumian's cheek, only to call your name, "Do you mind if we visit the Sun-Att Room before we conclude our tour? Just so they know what it looks like on the inside."

He's definitely not trying to show you off.

"Be my guest! I'll let Atlas and Dean Swan know about it, just in case," You showed him an 'okay' sign before waving with Griffin and Zeph as the group departed, "Welcome to Penderghast, by the way!"

"So… Mind telling me where we're going?" It’s been hours since the tour and just ten minutes since Beckett’s arrival at your doorstep. You were just about ready when he knocked on your door, opening it to find Beckett offering you a single Dreamshade flower.

The number of times this man has made you feel fuzzy should not be healthy at this point.

"Why spoil the surprise when I can just bring you there?" He turned the knob that led to Penn Square, filling you with anticipation as to what he had in mind. Walking hand in hand, you took in your surroundings; from Aster’s shop to the local bookstore, plus the familiar faces you’ve passed by. As the turn you both took became apparent, you turned to him in excitement.

“Are we going where I think we’re going?” As if the universe heard you, you and Beckett coincidentally reached your destination; Cafe Sirene. The very coffee shop that held both your favorite treats and valuable memories.

“Surprised?”

“Not at all,” He held the door open for you, joining you to greet the staff behind the counter. Both of you ordered the usual; a slice of Raspberry Reverie and some hot chocolate before moving over to the window seat.

“Have you stopped by the shop since we last saw each other?” He asked you before taking a sip of his drink.

“I did once! Atlas and I were craving something sweet and we just bought tons to try at home,” Hearing you talk about your time with your family was always thrilling. The sparkle in your eyes as you recalled them one by one. Stroganoff Sundays with Atlas and your mother, movie nights with foster parents, lazy days with Butterball and Navi. It was the least you deserve, considering the hardships you had gone through since your first year, “But y’know, it doesn’t beat coming here with you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck upon hearing your confession.

“But what about you? Anything interesting happened while you were in France?”

“Well, if you think visiting over five art galleries within two days is interesting, then sure,” He shrugged nonchalantly, only to hide his smile behind the cup, “But, personally, I’d say your beauty is just as mesmerizing as the art I’ve seen there.”

None of you had the time to react when you heard a chorus of squeals and giggles coming from the kitchen. Both of you turned to the source of the sound, only to find a handful of the staff, including the chef, eavesdropping behind the door. Seeing your eyes on them, they retreated, with one of them even let out a small, high-pitched scream. You hid your face, only to peek through your fingers and see Beckett covering his mouth, sharing your embarrassment. He looked anything but annoyed though, and with his free hand, he interlaced his fingers with yours.

“Let’s just eat, shall we?” You nodded, and the shyness you both had slowly disappeared. Your conversation went on smoothly as you fed each other the cake, all while watching the sunset and returning to your dorm with big smiles and high hopes for the future together.

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