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myfictionaldreams · 11 months

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hi! i loved pain over pleasure! especially the part where there’s sexual interactions between the three men other than just focusing on the reader. i’d like to request something slightly similar. reader gets punished by watching sirius suck remus and r can’t do anything than just sit and watch. then james walks in and instead of going to reader to save her from moony’s punishment (like he usually does) he joins the other two. it’s totally okay if you don’t go through with this. i just really loved pain over pleasure. thanks!!!!

Horny Little Devil // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request and for showing your love with Pain Over Pleasure!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, bdsm, brat reader, punishment, teasing, edging, restraints, begging, deepthroat/oral sex, cum swallowing, cum sharing, anal sex, vibrators, overstimulation, subspace, pet names, being ignored, anxiety not beta read

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Needy was the word you would use to describe your feelings today. Sirius on the other hand would describe you as a horny little devil, but could he truly blame you? Dating the three Marauders meant that you were almost always attached to one of them whether it be holding hands, in their laps in front of the fire or on your knees with their cock in your mouth. However this morning, the three of them had been rushing around to attend lessons that they’d forgotten about their poor needy girlfriend so really…could Sirius blame you for wanting to be with them?

Maybe you were being a little full-on with your neediness, instead of whispering and asking nicely to see Sirius, grabbing him by his collar and pushing him into a spare room to suck him off. Sirius only chuckled in a condescending tone, tugging on your hair to snap your attention up to him, your bottom lip sticking out with pretend sadness as he stopped your attempts to undo his belts.

“Stop being such a brat and listen to me, otherwise you aren’t going to get what you want, Darling”.

You sat back on your heels, looking up at him with wide eyes, “You haven’t been giving me what I want, that’s the issue!”

Sirius’ eyes darkened and you knew that sassing back to him maybe wasn’t the best idea so you quickly shut your mouth, a move that seemed to please him as the corner of his lip tipped up into a smirk, his shoulder-length hair falling to shadow half of his face. “I was tempted to let you carry on if you didn’t continue with that smart mouth of yours and anyway, we don’t have time, we’ll probably be late to class now because of this interruption so well done Sweetheart. Now, you’re on your last chance, any more bratty behaviour and you’ll be punished”.

You shrunk away from him, losing your confidence and beginning to stare at the floor, realising your mistake and not wishing to be punished, but you just wanted to feel them. Sirius let go of your hair and tapped a finger under your chin, tilting your face back up so you were looking at him once more, his sleek eyebrow raised in question, “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry Sirius”.

Sirius nodded, holding a hand out which you took and he helped you to stand, brushing the dust from your knees and moved back towards the door but he held you back for one second with a gentle hand on your arm. You looked up at him with a confused expression but soon sighed as he leaned down to peck your lips, lingering for a second before pulling back. “Sorry it’s been such a rush this morning, I promise later we’ll look after you. Just listen to us, and we can all get what we want, ok?”

You agreed with a grin, capturing his lips one more time before he held the door open for you.

Your self-restraint lasted for a mind-blowing 25 minutes. This one really wasn’t your fault though as Remus had decided it was a good idea to rest his strong hand against your thigh, under your skirt, his hot palm directly against your skin. The tallest marauder knew exactly what the touch would do and didn’t remove it even as you turned into a dribbling mess, hugging his arm closer to your body and refusing to do the work because you were so distracted.

“My love, we have an exam at the end of the week, you need to take notes”, Remus whispered against the top of your head, but you ignored him, holding him closer, trying to push his hand higher up your thigh. However, he instead squeezed the muscle, “I know you’re needy right now but need to do your work”, Remus continued to encourage.

“Is someone being a brat again?” Sirius asked from behind as he leaned over his desk towards you and Remus.

Remus kept his voice low as he asked, “Again? She’s been a brat already today?”

“Yeah, we had a little run-in, in the spare classroom on the way here, didn’t we Sweetheart?” Sirius whispered in response. You tried not to whine as your grip relaxed, realising that you’d been caught and there was one thing that Remus and Sirius did not forget was that they always kept to their word.

“Mr Black, is there a problem over there?”, Professor McGonagall’s voice interrupted the quiet conversation.

“No Professor”, Sirius replied cooly, sitting back in his chair.

Remus continued writing for a couple of seconds before saying under his breath, “We’ll talk about this later”.

Only when later came, there was no talking involved. After watching James practice quidditch for an hour or so, Sirius suggested to you and Remus about going to the shrieking shack for some alone time whilst James finished, which you were more than happy to agree to, practically dragging both men by their hands in the direction of the decrepit building.

However, once there, you were stripped of your clothes and tied to the head of the bed with your wrists attached to the posts with both men’s ties and your legs were spread, exposing your soaked pussy.

“Do you remember our earlier conversation?”, Sirius asked, stroking a teasing hand up your inner thigh, already seeing the evidence of arousal with how wet you were.

“Ye-Yes”, you admitted, breathing quickly with increasing anxiety.

“So you know why we are doing this?”, he continued, making sure you had clarification as to why you were being tied up. They always made sure to do this, even when you were misbehaving the most to get to this point, you had to understand why the punishment was taking place and that your safewords were always there to use if needed. It all added to the overall experience and even though there was nothing you wanted more than to be touched and caressed by any of your boyfriends, you trusted them above anyone else and would continue to go through the punishment for this reason.

So after you’d explained why this was happening and reiterated at this could stop at any moment if you wished.

Sirius seemed happy with your answers and glanced over his shoulder at Remus who was sitting in a chair next to the bed, his legs spread wide and a noticeable bulge in his trousers. The man smiled, his scars stretching with the movement as he reached into his pocket and pulled out one of your favourite toys: your rose gold bullet vibrator, a present from James for Valentine's Day. Waving his wand, the vibrator magically floated through the air, only stopping mid-air when the cool metal touched your clit.

Sirius then placed your panties into your mouth to stop you from begging and climbed off of the bed and you had to watch as he approached Remus, his long hair framing his face as he leant down to make out of the other man. From this angle, you could only see the back of Sirius as he leaned over, but you could hear it all, the noises of their lips, the gasps and moans.

Your wrists stung slightly as you tested the hold, tugging on the ties that held you, hoping that maybe one of them would be loosened enough that you could pull free but they only tightened and you stopped your wasted efforts. Collapsing back against the headboard, you tried to calm yourself down but your body felt like it was on fire, sweat already coating it, eyes burning as you didn’t want to blink and miss a single moment of the teasing that was happening.

Even though there was nothing more you wanted at that moment than to be untied and join in with Sirius and Remus, the sight of them touching, and pleasuring one another was something you would store at the back of your mind for days you wanted to make yourself feel better. It was so erotic and hot that your pussy was twitching and clenching around nothing, juices dripping down your perineum, with the destination to soak the sheets.

Sirius dropped to his knees, settling in comfortably before swiftly undoing Remus’ belt, button and zipper and opening the material up, giving him room to reach into the hole of his checkered underwear and expose his throbbing member. As Sirius was on his knees, you were able to see Remus’ impressive cock, standing thick and proud, veins pulsing and ready to be touched.

You must have audibly made a noise as Remus suddenly looked up at you, a look of surprise on his face as he had momentarily forgotten that you were even in the room but then he rolled his wand in between his fingers and smirked. Sirius raised further on his knees, one hand resting against Remus’ thigh and the other holding the base of his cock and finally gave one solid lick up the entire length.

The moment Sirius’ wet tongue touched Remus’ cock, the wand in his hand flicked slightly, magically turning on the vibrator that still floated against your bundle of nerves. You groaned at the sensation, the buzz light and the pressure weren’t enough to drive you crazy just yet but you knew that he was just warming you up, even though you were already thoroughly aroused.

Remus kept his wand pointed towards you, controlling the vibrator, but his other hand was holding back Sirius’ hair, watching as he was hungrily sucking off. It was one thing Sirius prided himself in was the lack of gag reflex he had, being able to take the entire length of Remus, something you could never do and envied the Gryffindor for.

You tried to beg around your panties but all that could be heard was muffled cries, the material making your mouth incredibly dry so you tried to look sadly at Remus, your eyes sad and lower lip trembling as your hips rolled to try and push harder against the floating metal object, wishing to feel more.

Sirius’s head bobbed up and down quickly, his cheeks sucking and causing slurping noises that felt so good to Remus, his shaft throbbing with the movements. “Feel so good when you do that Padfoot, just like that”, Remus encouraged, letting his eyes drop close. “Do you think we should let our little pup join us?” Remus asked, still lost in the pleasure.

Sirius pulled off with an audible pop, a grin spreading across his face - not that you could see from your position - and responded with a simple: “Nope”, before swallowing Remus’ cock again.

Remus bite his lip at the sensation and opened his eyes as he flicked his wand again, the vibrations increasing tenfold, completely overwhelming your entire pussy, feeling them deep in your abdomen causing you to scream out in euphoria. Your body jolted at the pleasure, hips bucking wildly, pussy clenching, wishing it was full with fingers or a cock. Not that you truly were fussy at that moment as your orgasm built swiftly, feeling like a cord tightening in your abdomen, the walls of your cunt squeezing together, you were so close, still watching Sirius pleasure Remus, who had now opened his eyes and was watching you closely, assessing when you were just…about…to … cum.

And then he magiced the vibrator away from your body and your peaked fluttered away to nothingness, and now it truly dawned on you what sort of punishment they were giving you: edging. This was one of your least favourite punishments, especially added to the fact that you had to watch your boyfriends find their own pleasures.

Your thighs were trembling as you cried out, head dropping against your shoulder as you tried to regain some composure but then the vibrator was back on the low setting and pressing against your clit.

Your mewling begs were cut off however as James walked in, still wearing his quidditch uniform and a small sly smile on his face as he took in the sight of you tied to the bed, being pleasured by the sex toy and Remus being blown by Sirius on a chair.

“I could hear her from outside”, he admitted towards Remus before heading towards the bed, sitting at the edge near you. “Poor baby, you look so desperate, do you want some help?”, he cooed, stroking a hand up your inner thighs.

You nodded your head desperately, moaning wishing you could say yes yes yes. James thankfully was usually the one to give in to your begging, always undoing your restraints first, or helping you find your satisfaction so seeing him here now, you had no doubts that he would be doing the same for you now, after all, he hadn’t really seen you being a brat today.

All hope was lost however as he leaned forward, kissed your cheek and walked over to his boyfriends, dropping to his knees beside Sirius who had sifted to the side, giving him some room, and he began to pleasure Remus as well.

You groaned in frustration, realising you were very much stuck there and had to watch a sight you wanted to desperate be a part of.

Sirius and James licked up the length of Remus’ cock, both men then making out around the tip and you don’t know who groaned louder, you or Remus. Then whilst one man swallowed the thick length, the other would be sucking on the balls, working together to bring Remus to his own orgasm.

All the whilst, Remus kept up his torturous game of turning up the vibration level and just as you were about to cum, taking all the pleasure away.

3 times he had done this now, your juices were leaking onto the sheets below, your entire body trembling as you begged in your mind to please let you cum but of course, they didn’t let you. Your cunt was beginning to become puffy with stimulation and your throbbing clit was aching from the toy and you’d physically jolt and pull away as it always came back to hover against you. You were exhausted, your body drained of energy, your head feeling fuzzy and floaty as your needs drifted your thoughts into a space-like consciousness.

But you still continued to watch your boyfriends, hoping that the small act would mean your punishment would be over quicker because you were continuing to be good but it only made it harder to stay calm. You felt like you were just in the constant heightened state of being wanting to cum, hardly having much time to rest.

Remus suddenly shifted, his hips thrusting up harshly into the back of James’ mouth, his hand releasing its hold on Sirius’ hair to instead hold onto the back of James, keeping his head there, “Fuck Prongs, that’s it, stay right there”, he grunted, his eyes clenching closed as he came. James held still, taking the load to the back of his mouth and only pulling back when Remus sighed, his hand relaxing and letting go of the back of his head. “Did you swallow?” Remus asked with half-lidded eyes.

You couldn’t see but you knew that James had opened his mouth and revealed that he hadn’t swallowed because the next moment he was leaning over and heavily kissing Sirius, his cum coated tongue swiping against the other mans so they both had to swallow.

Remus groaned at the sight, tucking his half-soft, wet cock back into his trousers, trying to also catch his breath before glancing over the men towards you and you couldn’t hold back the sob anymore, not wishing to ruin the moment but seeing his attention had turned to you, it was almost too much.

You’d been edged against during his orgasmic scene, you were starting to become sore with belly aches with how much you’d been clenching your cunt and wanting to feel that high more than anything in the world.

Standing from his chair and rolling his shoulders, Remus stepped between his two boyfriends and finally came out to you, shimming behind your body so your back was against his chest. Your head lolled back against his shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck, reaching around your front so that he could pull out your panties from your mouth, the cool air drying your mouth further as you didn’t have the energy to close it.

“You’ve done so well sweetheart, do you want to cum? I’m gonna need you to tell me”, Remus whispered against the skin of your cheek, hands idly stroking circles against your stomach as he spooned around your body.

You were nodding tiredly before even talking, half aware that deep moans were coming from the other end of the bed from James being bent over and fucked by Sirius. “Please can I cum, Remus?” you asked, voice croaky from exhaustion and dryness.

“What do you think Padfoot?” Remus asked, looking up at Sirius who was slowing his pace, his hips rolling in and out, teasing James who was touching himself from his bent-over position.

Sirius blew a piece of hair from his face as he looked over at you, feeling somewhat sorry that you’d been edged for so long, “yeah go on then, seeing as she’s been such a good girl”.

You wanted to thank him profusely for his beautiful words but couldn’t muster up the energy to say them, instead completely allowing your body to relax back into Remus. Your boyfriend's long fingers delved over your mound, groaning at how wet and used you were.

“You’ve done so well for us pup, I’m not going to stop ok, you can cum for us”, Remus reassured as he pressed two fingers against your overstimulated clit, rolling it in his fingers, back and forth, the pressure firm and steady. With his other hand, he waved his wand again and all of your restraints untied so you were now fully collapsed against him, eyes closed, mouth open with a string of curses and whimpers escaping.

It didn’t take you long at all, still remaining at that heightened-edged sensation, Remus held you close as you finally came, body spasming as you were so overwhelmed with how to react and control yourself. “That’s it, let go for us, I’ve got you”, Remus continued to encourage and you were thankful for this, letting his voice ground you to the moment.

It felt so good to feel your cunt squeezing in quick bursts, juices coating the tops of your trembling thighs, and your entire body felt like it was burning as your nerves tried to comprehend the stimulation. Finally, as your orgasm began to subside, Remus’ fingers slowed to a stop and you fully collapsed into him, half away that he was moving your body so you were cuddled into his side, legs over his lap and head laying against his chest.

You were just about ready to have a little nap when you heard James gasping as Sirius pounded into him and you forced yourself to stay awake a little bit longer so you could watch both men fuck.

Remus could feel you were still awake as he kissed the top of your head, “pretty aren’t they”, he mumbled against you.

“Mmmm, so so pretty”, you agreed as you watched them both from their standing position, giving Sirius the better position to fuck James and reach around his body to wank his cock off as well, after a few more grunts, James was cumming hard, his seed spurting out in thick gloops across the bed.

Sirius pushed the quidditch player over the bed once more, the man now lying in his own cum and began mercilessly fucking his arse, chasing his own high, James moaned through the entire interaction before Sirius’ hips stilled with a hard yell and slap to James’ ass cheek.

Finally, after watching all three men reach their highs during that afternoon, you felt settled enough to fall asleep in Remus’ arms, knowing that when you woke up, you might be feeling a little bit subspacey but that was a problem for another time.

#poly!marauders #the marauders #james potter smut #sirius black smut #remus lupin smut #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #marauders x reader #mine*#hp smut #hp oneshot

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cheesesoda · 11 months

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I wish I was your boyfriend too.

rookie!leon x detective!reader

not my gif obvs^^^

genre: fluff fluff fluff

cw: drinking? not in a violent way or anything tho

summary: leon’s got a crush he is convinced is unrequited but after a night of drinking, he’s led to believe otherwise.

part 2 is out!! linked here

“alright rookie, and here is your desk.” chris sighs as he finishes the tour of the station. “thanks, officer redfield.” leon smiles. “just chris.” he replies. “chris.” leon echoes. “you’ll be partnered with an officer for the rest of the week so you can get into the groove of things. lucky you, you’re partnered with our head detective.” chris smirks. “ah, speak of the devil.” a woman with h/l h/c hair and deep e/c eyes approaches the two men. “l/n!” chris calls to her. oh fuck. please no. leon thinks to himself. she was so pretty, he wouldn’t be able to think or focus around her. please don’t let her be my guide. “hey chris,” she grins at the officer. “is this the new guy i’m showing around?” please don’t say yes please don’t say yes please don’t sa- “he sure is!” fuck. “i’m y/n l/n, head detective. nice to meet you…?” y/n trails off. “oh- uh- leon kennedy. nice to meet you too, miss l/n- i mean, detective l/n-“ he stammers but she just laughs. “y/n.” she says and he repeats her name again. the way it rolled off his tongue satisfied him.

a year later…

leon had been working at the RPD for a year now and it didn’t get much easier being around y/n. she was kind, brave, nurturing, and intelligent, but she made him so nervous. he liked her. he liked her a LOT. his heart fluttered when he’d think about her and the unlikely event that she felt the same for him. why would she though? he knew it was stupid to think she could ever like a dork like him. “hey, leon!” y/n called over to his desk. “wanna come get drinks tonight?” she asked. “oh- i probably shouldn’t-“ he said. “please?~ it’ll be fun!” she begs. how could he say no to that? “fine.” he grumbled. “yay! thanks, leon!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around him in a hug, accidentally rubbing his face in her boobs in the process (not that he minded).

later that night…

“shut up, chriz!” y/n slurred, giggling to herself. “another round, pleazeee!” she calls to the bartender. “i think you’ve had enough, y/n.” chris slurs, chuckling as well. “shh shh shhhhhhh!” she puts her fingers to her lips lazily. “how many have you had, y/n?” leon asks. “juzt a *hic* feeewwww!” she giggles. “try 7” jill retorts. “holy shit, you’re wasted.” leon says, shock evident on his face. the drinks arrive and before y/n can reach it, leon pushes it out of her reach. “leonnnnnn!” she pouts. “no, we should get you home.” he says. “ughhh! fiiine! bye guyzzzz!” she calls to the rest of the team as leon holds her up.

he hails a taxi and they both get in. they remain silent and he suddenly feels a weight on his shoulder. he looks over to see the detective taking a nap on his shoulder. he blushes but doesn’t move her.

when they finally reach her apartment complex, he helps her up to her apartment. he helps her open her front door and sits her down on her bed. as he’s taking off her heels for her, she lays down. he gets out some shorts and a shirt for her and lays them next to her. “change into these, y/n.” he says softly. “hehe okay, officer~” she sighs and begins to unzip her dress, letting it slink down her shoulders. he immediately turns around. “after i leave!” he stutters. she stands up and walks in front of him, now only left in her bra and underwear. “don’t you wanna see me naked though?” she pouts. he swears he is on the verge of exploding right there. “no!” he exclaims, covering his eyes. “you don’t wanna see me naked?” she says, her voice sounding betrayed. “n-no, i do!” he stammers. “oh~ you do?” her flirtatious voice rings. “no! i- i mean yes- i mean- fuck! i-“ he stutters and she laughs before walking away to put on the clothes. it takes her a while due to her drunken state. “done?” leon asks. “mmmhmm.” she confirms sleepily. he turns around and she’s still sitting on the bed, now in the shorts and shirt. “good night, y/n.” he says after he tucks her into bed. “thank you, leon.” she yawns. she looks so cute like this, he thinks to himself. “you’re so good to me.” she whispers, closing her eyes. his stomach flutters. “wish you were my boyfriend…” she sighs. oh. his face bursts into flames. when he doesn’t respond, she opens her eyes again and looks at him. “y’so sweet.” she caresses her hand against his cheek. “so respectful. so cute, with your fluffy hair and your cute lips.” she giggles and strokes her fingers on his lips. “i always wanna kiss ‘em.” she smiles. he cannot take this anymore. “you’re drunk.” he says. “no, m’not” she mumbles. “good night, y/n.” he says again, walking to the door. “g’night, leon. love you.” she mutters against her pillow. he closes her door when he leaves her room and sighs against it. that’s when he hears the thunder. he looks out the window to see pouring rain. fuck. surely she wouldn’t mind if he just crashed on her couch, right?

he lays on the couch and listens to the thunder and rain outside. a million thoughts roam his mind—all of them y/n. what the fuck was she saying? did she mean it? no, surely it was just the alcohol talking. but they do say drunk words are sober thoughts. all this thinking was hurting his head. he didn’t sleep much that night.

the next morning…

“leon?” y/n’s raspy morning voice fills his ears. what does he say to her now?

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy re2 #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #chris redfield #leon kennedy x y/n

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ryomens-vixen · 6 months

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Contains: NSFW, Stalking, Yandere tendencies, Knife play, Blood Kink, Predator and Prey Kink, Major Character d3ath, Angst, mentions of Gor3, P0rn w/plot, daddy kink, breeding kink.

Summary: You haven't heard from your Ex Boyfriend Suguru for a year, he deleted on all social media and even changed his number the day you broke up with him. Even Satoru and Shoko haven't heard from him....until you get a mysterious call on Halloween night.

(Small warning, I have not written a full story in a long long time please bare with me I know this is gonna suck 🥲.)

It all started just a year ago, Celebrating your 5th anniversary with your high school sweet Suguru Geto on Halloween night. You didn't think you'd be spending it at a Halloween party, but nonetheless in your skimpy Angel costume that showed just the right amount of skin didn't cease to catch the attention on lookers. As if your devilishly handsome boyfriend wasn't standing right next to you... No seriously he had a devil costume on. Of course it had to be at Satoru's house though, All the beautiful women, sloppy drunk men, the smell of booze and weed really gave it that "Satoru" party touch, even the whole gang was there, Nanami, Shoko, MeiMei, Haibara.

It was all great until everything went horribly wrong. Don't you remember? All of you had sat down to watch a good ole horror movie after all the party goers left. Satoru pushes the tape in while, whilst teasing you and Shoko about not getting too scared.

"Ya'Know if you get too scared you can hold onto me Shoko, Unlike (Y/N) she's got my better half."

"Oh, Shut Up Satoru, You're the one that screams like a girl."

"Hey!"

"Hah, And what does that make you, Satoru?"

While they bickered and argued amongst themselves you were playing more attention to the "movie" playing. It was a room- A familiar room in fact it looked an awfully lot like the guest bedroom upstairs. Giving it your full attention, two people came through the door feverishly kissing one another... It look a lot like...

"mmmf... Suguru"

Just like you remembered that night. You were yelling and screaming at Suguru in front of all of his friends as he begged, pleaded for you to believe that wasn't him and that he was with you the whole night. But that wasn't true- at some point of the night both for you were off chit chatting with your respective friend group. So technically he wasn't always with you that night, but nonetheless it was one of the worst nights of your life and just as equally worse for Suguru. Once you had storm out on him the room fell silent as Suguru Stood there trembling, his fist gripping at small square box buried in his pocket as your hurtful words were on repeat.

"You're cheating on me?! H...how cou- why.. Why wou- Suguru, I thought you loved me?!" You snapped at him, Your voice having a shriek like tone to it.

"I do love you, damn it! You know that isn't me!" Suguru reached out to you desperately. His face overtaken with panic and concern, disbelief in his eyes.

"Don't-!" You snatched your arm away from his firm grip.

"Baby... Mamas, come on that's not-"

"You're dead to me Suguru Geto, dead to me!"

While all of this was happening... A certain somebody just couldn't help, but smirk to themselves

And just like that your five year long relationship came to a close. Now here you are a year later on the same day reminiscing on what could've been. You never heard a thing from Suguru afterwards, I mean how could you? His number was immediately blocked along with all of his social medias. He never even showed up to your house to get his clothes out your shared closet, Maybe he truly didn't care for your relationship as much as you did, but no worries Satoru and Shoko helped box up his belongings sometime ago.

"Yo!"

Oh and You have a new roommate... Housemate. Satoru was so worried about you living alone after experiencing such a traumatic heartbreak that he sorta just moved himself in. You didn't mind it because it was such a familiar face that you got to see every day. Satoru plopped onto the bed wrapping his arms around your waist to drag you into a spooning position as he kissed the side of your head. Completely knocking you out of your train of thought all of your thoughts of Suguru washed away in an instant.

Did I forgot to mention that Satoru was also your knew boy toy? He was there you throughout the entire grieving process almost as if he couldn't believe Suguru would cheat on you. Maybe this was all happening too fast, Maybe there was a reason for Satoru to jump straight into action, Maybe you don't want to think about how suspicious it was, but it's nice to have someone to hold you this close on nights like these.

"Hey! pay attention to me damn it! Heh, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" You were so trapped in your head again not noticing Satoru was practically eating away at your neck by how bruised and wet it was, until he spoke up.

"Oh, Toru.. I- I'm sorry I was just thinking about-"

"Him again? Pfft- Babe, Listen there's no need to worry about Suguru anymore. He did something so unspeakable to a beautiful girl like you. Besides if I were him, don't you think you'd be married by now?"

You were rendered speechless, satoru always new how to shut down those thoughts of Suguru. He was right, he did cheat on you after all so why spend Halloween night mopping around about it? Maybe it's time to have a little fun.

As soon as the bedroom began to fill with moans, Satoru smashing his lips against yours, hands slipping underneath the Halloween themed night gown you wore, firmly gripping the fat of your ass while grinding his stuff bulge against your clothed pussy. Suddenly the doorbell rang more than likely it was some trick or treating going on, but they could wait right? No, the second Satoru took his shirt off the doorbell rang again cause satoru to let out a frustrated groan.

"Sounds like somebody needs to go pass out candy." you teased, Giving him a quick kiss beife he left.

"Fine- But you better not go anywhere I'm not done with you~" And with a wink he left , leaving you equally as frustrated.

Rolling over in bed you grabbed your phone off the night stand to check up on Shoko. It's been a few weeks since you've heard from her, maybe she was wrapped up in her college studies? That would make sense if it hadn't been for utahime. You tried calling her too, but the phone just went straight to voicemail too. Maybe they broke up? Changed their numbers? No that doesn't sound like either of them. Meimei would have told you by now if that was the case. Something just isn't right about all of this maybe you should ask Satoru? Speaking of him what's taking so long?

As you were about to get up to check on him, your phone rang- an unknown number was calling, maybe it was shoko? You answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I don't know if I dialed the right number, but is this Shoko?"

"Huh? Who is this? A friend of hers? I haven't heard from her either, I'm sorry you have the wrong number though."

"Yeah, Shoko and I were really close. I just need someone to talk too."

"Well... How about you tell me you name first, and when I can get in contact w-"

"No, (Y/N) I want to fuckin talk to you!"

There was a brief moment of silence you could almost hear has fast your heart pounded against your chest, how your stomach twists and churns, throat becoming quite dry, blood rushing with adrenaline. Maybe this was Satoru pulling a Halloween prank on you? Instead of getting a treat maybe this is the trick? But that wouldn't make any sense he was passing out candy to the kids at the... At the door.

"You better now hang up this phone, (Y/N) unless you want to see your little boyfriend again."

That was enough fuel to send the fear of God throughout your body, panic ensued, you walked around the house for any sight of Satoru only to find that the front door was left wide open. There was blood on the welcome home mat with a scattered bucket of candy. All you could do was stand there fight or flight beginning replaced with freeze in an instant as a the fear that ran through your body was now washed over with dread.

"W.. Where's Toru? Wh- When he comes back he's definitely going to kick your ass! Who are you! "

"Poor, Poor Satoru. I guess all those muscles didn't help much. Now I'm sick you asking me all these fucking questions-"

With that the phone hung up, the door immediately closed from behind and in front you was a masked person, dressed as a famous movie slasher named Ghostface. Taking a step back you nervously laughed somewhere in you thought this was a prank Satoru was pulling just to scare you like the old days, but another part of you was screaming that this wasn't just a prank. Everything was confirmed once the mystery person dropped their phone, yanking the mask off revealing long disheveled black hair, depressed eyes, dark circles, dry but somehow plump lip, those broad shoulders.. It's almost like your body yearning to reach out to him, but your heart aches at the sight of Suguru.

"Geto..." Your voice hitched when Suguru snapped back at you with venom in his voice.

"Don't you dare call me that-" Suguru pitched the bridge of his nose inhaling then letting go as if he was trying to calm himself down. "(Y/N)...its Su-gu-ru you know this, Doll. Now how about you answer a question for me?" The step he took forward was absolutely hair-raising, causing you to take a few steps back yourself. We're you scared? Hell yes? The Suguru before you who once looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly let alone you. Now he looks so gloomy and his voice was so unnerving every word he spoke had a hint of coldness to it sending you and uneasy feeling straight to your gut.

"Let's start with Satoru, Since you were so quick to let him get in your pants, in our bed, why is that!? Huh? You care about him so much maybe you were the one cheating on me?"

"Now you know that's not true Ge-!" He lunged forward at you swiping the knife he hid across your cheek. Again frozen in place after feeling the sharp pain, raising a hand to feel for a wound only to be hit with a stinging sensation met with a wet warm feeling against your hand. This has to be a nightmare, the red that coats your hand did indeed confirm that this was no night this was real and... This definitely wasn't a prank. Your Horrified gaze met his bone chilling gaze, watching him bring the knife to his mouth licking your blood off of it.

"Taste good, Doll face... Now talk or you'll end up like your stupid little boyfriend and Shoko."

What did he do? Why Shoko? What did he do to Shoko and Satoru? All these questions ran through your head a thousand miles per hour barely being able to think straight.

"G- S.. Suguru I never cheated on you, I loved you, You're the one that cheated on me and you know it!" You shouted to him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk- I never cheated on you, you bitch! *inhale* *Exhale* I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean that. You're not a bitch- you're just confused. How about we play a little game? It's called Trick or Treat, but we play it my goddamn way." Suguru aggressively grabbed your wrist with an almost bruising grip, pulling you towards the back of the house where he'd turn the patio light on for you to see none other than Satoru himself. Tied up in one the chair, mouth duct taped, the front of his hair now red with his own blood and a pumpkin basket in his lap. You watched in horror as he picked Satoru's head up hearing him wince in pain.

"Here's how it's gonna go, He has two options either he tells the truth about that fuckin night, or he ends up just. Like. Poor. Shoko. And You my sweetheart pick Trick or Treat and I'll let this spoiled blue eyed piece of shit go."

"Oh.. And don't try to call the police I already cut the phone line." He said coldly, while yucking the tape off of satoru's mouth.

"Toru... W-what is he talking about?"

"Baby, look- I don't know, we haven't heard from this guy in a year, Heh This poorly package piece of shit has clear-" Satoru winced in pain again once Suguru's fist connected with his head.

"How about you use that pretty little mouth for something more useful than talking shit? Hm? Like telling the truth. Trust me if I got it out of Shoko what makes you time I won't get it out of you?"

"Please stop this is crazy! Just- just tell me?!"

"You want the truth, (Y/N)?! Well I'll tell you EXACTLY what Shoko told me-"

"Suguru.. Wait don't-"

"Or what?! She'll find how what a real piece of work you are? How you ditched your own party, had Shoko put a black wig on you-"

"Shut up!"

"How she helped doll you up to look like me?!"

"Suguru shut the fu-"

"Threw on some contacts for the added affect, took some cheap whore up stairs, taped it-"

"You knew I wanted her first!"

"And the cat is out of the fuckin bag! So what is it gonna be, baby? Trick.. Or fucking treat?"

All you could do was stand there in disbelief watching Suguru become more crazed by the minute, and Satoru become more frantic as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

"You... You didn't Toru.. You didn't-"

"Tell her, ToRu"

"Damn it, Yes! I did- I did! But Suguru knew goddamn well I wanted you first, I always wanted you, but you still fell for him."

"What are you 12?! Oh that's rich, yeah I knew you did, but you knew I liked her too. I gave you the option of sharing her, but you're such a greedy stubborn little shit that you just can't stand the thought of sharing your toys? How's that for a fuckin analogy?! I'm waiting (Y/N) Trick or Treat!?"

"(Y/N), Baby, don't pick please!"

"TRICK OR TREAT!?"

"Please, (Y/N) he's fuckin Crazy!"

The whole situation was so overwhelming like you had no time to think, of course you wanted to be mad at Satoru, he literally ruined your entire relationship, but that wasn't something you'd want him dead about. Treat? Maybe if you picked treat he won't hurt him, you thought to yourself.

"I'm running out of Patiences, Doll!"

"(Y/N), DON'T PICK TRE-!"

"TREAT! TREAT SUGURU!"

There was an ominous silence between the tree of you, then a smirk appeared across Suguru face and it sent a chill down you spine. "Good Girl" Suguru said with a menacing tone. Satoru started to panic, shaking his head repeatedly saying no as Suguru tossed the basket from his lap, grabbing Satoru by his hair again, then jabbed the knife he held directly into his abdomen, continuously stabbing into him until he was completely gutted.

You screamed in terror begging Suguru to stop in hopes of getting him to listen to reason, but Suguru was far beyond reasoning. He was completely gone, where oh where could the old Suguru had gone? Oh that's right- Today, on this very night a year ago where you stormed out on him, shattered his soul, and took his beating heart with you. No you had to reason to cry- all those nights he cried, all the times he stalked you at work, all the times he snuck into your house to watch you sleep only to see you in bed with his best friend? You shattered this man, no you killed the old Suguru.

"Sugu, Sugu, Please Stop, please stop, oh god.. Toru-" you weeped while holding onto Suguru from behind. Stopping mid-swing at the sound of the nickname you gave him. With a smirk on his face again Suguru turned his attention to you and your delicate arms gripping his torso.

"Hmph, would'ya look at that? I guess it's time for my "Trick"-"

The creaking of the kitchen table accompanied by your pretty cries filled Suguru's ears with complete and utter joy as he pounded his cock, into your cock drunken pussy. He loved watching you squirm underneath him, oh how he missed the sound of you moaning for him, vice gripping the fat of your hips , watching your hands wonder desperately for something to hold onto. Hell if you could even think at the moment you would have thought Suguru was hate fucking you.

"Fuckfuckfuck, I knew it, ugh... I knew she missed me, Daddy missed you too." He reached between your legs pressing his fingers against your already swollen clit to vigorously rub circles on it while bullying your pussy. He loved hearing the squelching sounds your soaking wet pussy made it's most like "she" was talking to him and of course he'd definitely respond back.

"A-Ah S- Sugu! Too Much!" your words forced out of your throat by another bliss filled moan joining the unexpected, but intense orgasm causing your body to jolt, your walls squeezed around his cock, as your juices shot out of you drenching his abdomen. "You dirty girl, Squirting all over me, do it again, do it again, again again for me~" Suguru continued on not giving you the slightest of breaks he wanted to fuck you until your mind was mush, until your pussy "remembered" the shape of of cock down to the veins, maybe he could fuck you until you completely forgot about this night?

But you were moaning so much it began to annoy him, he could barely hear the sounds you were making below. "shhh, shh, how about being a- Mmmf, little more quieter- Ugh-Ah-fuck trying to hear what my babygirl has to fuckin say~" his harsh words went straight to your cockdrunk head, then straight down to your core, and before you could think of utter a response he quickly put a rough hand over your mouth to muffle you. "Listen.. Listen to my baby girl, Ooo fuck yeah, talk to daddy."

He gazed down at the way his cock slide in and out of you, his face scrunched up biting the inside of his bottom lip. Both of you listening to the sopping wet sounds "I love you too baby, yeah, you gonna milk daddy? Milk daddy for all he's worth?" God this all felt so wrong, but it also felt so fucking good, felt so right. You were in just as much ecstasy as him if not, more especially with the way his pace quickened the smacking of skin to skin became louder, a but rougher actually, you could hear the way Suguru grunted and growled, throwing his head back, his grip now bruising your plump thighs. "FuckmeFuckmeFuckme, pretty girl, so tight baby, you keep pulling me back in- Oh Fuck.."

Your were so close to cumming again until he abruptly stopped leaving his cock deep in your cervix. Suddenly he leaned forward laying his entire weight on you, bringing his arms around you in what seemed like a hug while his head rested in your soft breasts, almost feeling your beating heart against his own.

"Su.. *Pant* P.. Please I need-"

"You really thought you could break up with me? Me?! And think that this sweet...candied pussy wouldn't miss daddy?" Suguru was completely out of his right mind, drunk on your pussy. I mean who wouldn't be? He spent a whole year with you, without being deep in your guts, without your touch, your voice, your sweet beautiful moans. Suddenly you felt his arm tighten around you in a bear hug "Listen.. Listen to how much she misses. her. fuckin. Daddy-" each word was met with a harsh, nerve racking thrust of his hips.

Suguru wasn't going to stop anytime soon, no matter how much you came, dug crescents into his back, drew blood, screamed, cried tears of pleasure. No he wasn't stopping anytime soon not until he was completely milked, until his seed was so deep that you had to have his baby, but until he pumps you full of his seed this deranged man wasn't stopping.

He came yet again inside of you- what was this the 4th time? Suguru and you were desperately panting for air until he felt him move his hips again. You could just feel his heavy breath again your ear this time. Over the sloppy sound of skin to skin contact the last thing you heard Suguru say before uttering a word yourself was "I wanna Fuckin Tear You Apart"

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teyamsatan · 6 months

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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ xɪɪɪ - ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ

pairing: neteyam x human!reader

➽ a/n: finally, a new drabble! i'm actually quite happy with this one, and you better read until the end for a (hopefully) nice surprise! ly besties, smooches and xoxos

➽ words: >700 words

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them. other warnings include: fingering, tiny little degradation, tiny bit of praise

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A moan - small and insignificant, you thought, pushing past your plump lips like the air through the trees on a particularly stormy night. But he heard it, and that was enough for the movement to cease, enough for the pleasure bubbling up in your core to dissipate almost as quickly as it began. A shiver - down your spine, at his hushed purring words, his voice sweet like honey and molten like the lava in the Pandoran volcanoes you’ve only but heard about and envisioned in dreams and fantasies.

“What did I say happens if you make a noise?”

A sharp inhale - looking around the room, where Na’vi and humans stood alike, focused intently on the motion picture displayed clearly on a big projector. Like in a cinema, you were told. Humans love movies, they go out of their ways to experience them the way they were intended, and Norm insisted - no movies unless on a proper screen. It was nice. A stepping stone in the right direction, in the continuous if not a bit unrelenting desire to improve intra-species relationships and merge the now two coexisting words. So maybe what you were doing now was good, right? Cooped up under a blanket in between your best friend’s thighs, his fingers knuckle deep in your soaking cunt, hitting spots inside of you you didn’t even know were possible, his thumb drawing circles on your clit… It’s progress, right? You’re… building up rappor with the Omaticaya… right?

A promise of four purple bruises - as his hand digs into your hip, willing you for an answer you didn’t want to give him, because if you did, it would mean facing harsh reality.

“Answer me, yawne.”

Whispered touches on your folds - as he teases you with the promise of more, as he tortures you with the lack of it. It’s heaven and hell, just like his whole entire being is. Neteyam was the perfect man, an angel on paper - sent from above to heal, to mend, to be everything anyone’s ever wanted of him. The perfect son. The perfect soldier. The perfect sibling. The perfect friend. The devil in actuality- like he was now, in the confines of the privacy you normally found yourselves in when like this, desperate to own you, possess you, eager to strip you of your clothes and sanity layer by layer until you were nothing but a fucked-out shell of who you were at the beginning of the night, until you were begging him to stop… until you were begging him for more.

“S-stop. You said you’d… stop.”

A low chuckle - evil and mischievous, filled with underlying ache and a deep desire to put you over his knee and show you how good girls are supposed to behave. Later. Right now, he wants to see you squirm, he wants to hear you struggle to keep that pretty little mouth shut as he makes you come on his fingers over and over, until you’re squirting and mewling and crying, until you inevitably fail and he has to watch you scramble for a lie, stumble on your words as you say to the people watching in confusion that the movie was just that emotional.

“That’s right. So what am I supposed to do now, mm?”

A whine - desperate and pitiful, as you grind on his drenched fingers, looking for any relief, any friction that could alleviate the emptiness in you. The chuckle was a full blown laugh now, perfectly matched to a particularly funny scene in the movie. It wasn’t weird when everybody else laughed, too, right? Neteyam couldn’t have told anyone asking what was going on on the screen if they paid him, and well, he was glad because this… this was so, so much better.

“Keep go…argh! Keep going, fuck!”

A moan - as he enters you again, two of his large fingers stretching you like a dream, hitting spots inside of you you didn’t even know existed. All of a sudden the world, this room, they were null in your mind, and you were alone with just him, with just these feelings and the man who was making them real, with the orgasm you felt rapidly approaching and what you knew would be the beginning of a long, long night.

“There we go. My little slut, taking my fingers so well. Maybe it’s time to give this people a real show, huh… Vol?”

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itjazzbicch · 3 months

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A Sun is Born

Pairing: Claudio Serafino x Mishima!Devil!Reader

My first time writing for Claudio, so I hope I did well!

Summary: Their entire life being nothing but pain and fighting to awaken their devil and please their father, the reader finally has enough when the opportunity for their own freedom presents itself, hoping to find purification in Italy from the exorcist, Claudio, who learns that the reader is no devil...

Warnings: The reader is mentioned to have faced death and has a messed up past (but that's about it!)

Word Count: 1.3k

My father and grandfather had been fighting one another for far too long, but at this point, I didn't care anymore. For the first time in my life, I was disobeying my father and doing what I wanted, doing what I felt was right even though I was scared.

Tonight, my life was going to change forever. I wasn't sure if Father would hunt me down once he noticed I was gone. It was too late to try and theorize every consequence of the actions I was about to perform.

Italy was a beautiful place, finding the Arches of Sirius Exorcists and their leader:

"You're Claudio Serafino, correct?"

"I am..." Looking in the corner of his eye, he could see my figure in the shadows of the cathedral, stepping out and pulling my hood down as I introduced myself:

"I'm Y/N. Y/N Mishima...."

His eyes widened with shock. At first, he was speechless, his mind racing with thoughts and questions, but he asked in a severe but soft tone:

"A Mishima? Are you another one of Heihachi's children?"

"No," I answered, trying to keep my emotions back as I hated to say, "Kazuya Mishima is my father."

"I thought Jin was his only child." Claudio grew more perplexed, looking towards the moonlight shining through the glass and onto my face. Staring intensely into my eyes, his intuition told him I was being truthful, swallowing a breath as he asked one last question, "What brings you here?"

My life with my father was brutal. For as long as I can remember, it was all about fighting, training, and gaining power. Nothing else. I couldn't even dare to mess up, or there would be consequences.

All those thoughts made me tear up, crying to this man who was still but a stranger to me, shaking as my body pulsated, my eyes piercing into his as they turned bright red against the moonlight, begging in my cry:

"Help me. Please, Claudio."

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That was six months ago, and almost every day, I wondered about my father. Did he know where I was and didn't care? Either way, this war and the madness he was causing needed to be put to an end.

I was fortunate to create a bond with Claudio. I wanted to purge this devil from within me, and he offered me hope and a future along with it. Although we had so much to learn and needed to communicate as, the brother I had never met, Jin Kazama, had faced off with our father. Then a new King of The Iron Fist Tournament?

As much as I hated it, I may need this devil's power to help achieve our shared goal.

We were getting closer and closer as Claudio and I met Zafina, who had excellent knowledge of the devil gene and its origin.

"So, you have Azazel's power in your arm..." Claudio was fixed on her arm, to see a form of the devil itself was quite the sight for a sorcerer and I could only watch in shock.

I had hoped every day that maybe this was all a bad dream, but it was right before me. Watching Zafina's hand glow, she pulled out a dark orb, placing it in her hand, showing this red star being consumed by a dark force.

"Jin's light is diminishing..." She began to explain. It seemed to be that Jin was the key to finishing off Father, which I had no complaints about, but as I stared into that orb, my eyes gazing on her purple claw, my body pulsated hard, a pound in my head, which made me shut my eyes quickly.

"Y/N..." Claudio immediately sensed my discomfort, so caring as he took my hand softly, stepping closer to whisper, "Are you okay, dear?"

"Yeah," I lied, taking a deep breath and barely opening my eyes to seek his confirmation, beginning to pant softly, "May I be excused?"

"No need to ask," He whispered, concerned as I turned away from him, going to a balcony nearby, hoping the fresh air would help.

It must've been Azazel's power. It was the origin of the power within me, and my devil was responding to Azazel within Zafina.

Groaning out, I began to hold my head, remembering how my father made my entire life hell and pushed me to the brink of death, all to make me 'stronger.' My teeth started to sharpen the more I groaned, feeling the tips of my horns trying to escape my temple.

"No," I gritted out, my body tensing up as I hunched over a little, the memories continuing to flood my mind, but my heart telling me, "I'm not like him!"

Gasping for air, I was able to keep my devil suppressed. Stabilizing with deep breaths, I cleared my head as intense, dark emotions always led to something like this happening. After a few moments, I opened my eyes, looking at the pretty blue sky and clouds, trying to smile and be proud that I was able to handle myself, but I jumped slightly as I heard a soft, caring voice behind me:

"You're so strong, my dear..."

I had a feeling Claudio would come to check on me, a tiny smile on my face as he had seen the little fight I had within myself. His compliment made my cheeks warm. Looking away from him as I tried not to look so flustered, whispering:

"I guess I am."

"Believe in yourself, Y/N," Stepping closer and taking my hand, it was the first time in my life that I had someone's pure and genuine encouragement, "It takes great strength in one's mind and heart to overcome the things that you have."

"T-Thank you, Claudio," Looking at my hand in his, a tear fell from my eyes, a bit embarrassed that I didn't know what care was like, but I was grateful, a few more tears leaking out as he caressed my cheek next, wiping away those tears, a smile growing on his face as our gazes met.

He could easily read the emotions I felt through my eyes, stroking my cheek once more before wrapping his arm around my neck, pulling me to his chest, his other arm wrapping around my waist as he kept me warmly embraced.

Burying my face in his chest, I couldn't help but quiver from fighting off cries. I had never hugged anyone. All my memories were horrible ones, and to know that I could look back on this and be happy made my heart overflow with passionate emotions.

Squeezing me some as he felt my quivers, he placed his head alongside mine, whispering to me softly:

"And as you said, you are not like him. Deep in your heart, I know that you are pure, amor."

His care and sweetness were going to make my heart explode; growing some courage, I picked my head up a little to look at him with a single eye.

The way the sun shined into his heavenly blue eyes only made my heart thump harder, but it felt so good, and it was such a divine sight that I couldn't look away.

With a fingertip, he gently pushed my chin up, showing my face, his little smile against the sunlight making him look even more handsome; my eyes shut when I felt his nose brush past mine, feeling a slight shock when our lips pecked each other softly, then pressing into a deeper, tender kiss, my handful of his jacket and never wanting to let this go.

I pressed my lips for as long as I could before my head fell a little, gasping a little, giggling as his hand rubbed up and down my back, cooing to me:

"Breathe, amor."

"I'm sorry," I giggled, growing quiet as I found his eyes and immediately got lost again, "I just couldn't get enough..."

"Don't apologize or worry," In my dark world, I had finally found a sun that was so bright that there were no shadows. He was my sun, believing his every word as he was now my new and sure hope, his smile so precious and handsome as he put his nose against mine, "You'll get plenty more."

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hookhausenschips · 3 months

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Eternally Yours (Songfic Mini Series)

Word Count: 3,096

Summary: Hook and Y/N are devotedly in love, so much so that they are willing to sacrifice anything for the other person and ultimately be together “eternally” or will they?

Warnings: Angst lotttssss of angst, some toxic behaviors, Tyler is a neglectful partner, reader is in love (yikes sis)

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Hook Taglist: @shawtys-things, @gethooked, @hope4more, @redpool, @lovethathookhausen730, @dgcrimson-garcia

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song: Eternally Yours by Motionless In White

A/N: this is my interpretation of the song! But I hope you all enjoy this, stay tuned for the next two parts of this mini series and keep your tissues on deck because they will hurtttt

Y/N’s POV

Blow the bridge to the past

Wipe the fingerprints

Melt your heart encased in wax

Steal it with a kiss

I had first met Tyler when he was a member of Team Taz back in 2021. Back before he was known as ‘The Cold Hearted Handsome Devil’, he was someone who was happy around his friends, especially his little group. I was just debuting in the women’s division slowly making a name for myself. I found myself being enamored by him. They say love can make you do stupid things, but he made every waking moment worth it. He showed me how to be myself again.

“Tyler you have to get going for your match or else your dad will kill us both.” I spoke as I pulled away from him. He smirked looking at my lips, “Just one more for good luck.” I rolled my eyes and gave him a brief kiss before pushing him towards the Guerilla, “Go become a champion baby.” I said with a lovesick grin on my face. He winked and left through the tunnels towards his destiny.

Our fate engraved

Scar enslaved

As we mutually destruct

Repose, my love, I've sinned enough

A year had flown by and we were going strong. The entire roster could see how in love we were, even the fans even though we hadn’t confirmed it to them. They all knew though. I knew in my heart he was who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I have never felt so seen, heard, understood, or loved the way that Tyler did. He was undefeated as FTW champion and I was working my way to my own championship. We tried our best to see each other as much as we could, and those moments I hold dear.

“Come on please just one ride?” Tyler begged as I shook my head furiously looking at the humongous roller coaster. The anxiety made my stomach cramp up and my throat close at the thought of the tall drops the ride had. “You jump off of a metal square and do all those flips with no thought about it but a roller coaster is where you draw the line?” He questioned as he wrapped his arms around me. I nodded, “That is different. I have control over those, that thing I don’t. Do you know how many people die on roller coasters?” I exclaimed pointing at the pile of metal. I could feel his body shake as he laughed, “Yeah no more watching Final Destination. Tesoro, I promise you will be fine. I will be right beside you.” He tried to reassure me but I shook my head once again. “Go ride it with the lads, I’ll be right here.” I replied. “What kind of boyfriend would I be to ditch my incredibly beautiful girlfriend at Six Flags? I’m staying with you.” He said.

I giggled knowing he was being overprotective, “You do realize they shut the park down for the roster, no one is going to bother me. Go ride that ride, you can join me on CraZanity.” I said giving him a kiss and pushing him towards our friends.

Falling for him was so easy.

For the both of us

In the name of love

I'm ready to bury all of my bones

I'm ready to lie but say I won't

So tell me your secrets

And join me in pieces

To rot in this garden made of stones

Eternally yours

“Why can’t you understand that I want to be with you!” I exclaimed as I felt tears burn my eyes. He just stood there emotionless. “I don’t care what anyone says or does because they’re not you! For two years I have done nothing but stand by your side, through every win and loss. I have been there.” I then gestured to our championships both laying limply on the couch, “Those mean nothing to me. You are the one true prize for me Tyler. Nothing else in this world means anything if I don’t have you.” I sobbed. Closing my eyes I tried to gather my thoughts when I felt his arms embrace me. My body shook as my tears stained his hoodie. He began to slowly sway back and forth. ‘What a stupid fight’ I thought to myself, all over a stupid romantic storyline Tony Khan thought would be a great push for my career as champion. I pulled back and looked into the earthy brown irises that I called home, “I would sacrifice that title and my career if it meant that you were happy. I can call Tony right now and tell him I’m done.” I whispered. He shook his head and pulled my head back to his chest. We were going to be okay, we had to be.

I feed like you taught me and selflessly swallow

We coalesce in darkness, so selfishly hollow

Examine the wreckage

Writhing in tempo

Invisible anguish, casting a shadow

I was currently laying outside of the ring trying to catch my breath after being slammed into the barricade by Julia. Tyler was in the ring with Brody from what I could tell the two were exchanging blows after being tagged in. Julia had run back to her side of the ring cheering on Brody. I slowly began to rise to my feet, my heart stopped beating in my chest at what I had seen. Brody had Tyler in a chokehold holding over the other side of the ring. My thoughts of professionalism went out the door then and there. While the ref was distracted I rushed to one of the security guards and told him to move. I then rolled into the ring with the metal chair and hit Brody with the chair causing him to drop Tyler. The ref called for a disqualification but I could care less. This match wasn’t for any championships, all I could think about was Tyler passing out and the thought terrified me.

“I had it handled! You should’ve never even grabbed the chair.” Tyler seethed. I just looked at him as he continued on his tangent. Yes he had a right to be angry at me but all I could think about was his well being. I rolled my eyes, “yeah and what just watch you be choked out and then possibly dropped so you can be injured?” He whipped around at my statement, “It wasn’t your call! That was ignorance and selfishness. Brody has been doing this a lot longer than both of us. I trust him.” He retorted. I laughed sarcastically. “Well excuse me for caring about MY boyfriend.” I said before leaving the locker room with my things. This feels like the millionth fight we have had recently, practically over nothing. It was causing a strain on our relationship and I could tell it was hurting us both, but we were both too stubborn to apologize.

And in the name of love

I'm ready to bury all of my bones

I'm ready to lie but say I won't

So tell me your secrets

And join me in pieces

To rot in this garden made of stones

Eternally yours

As we rest in pieces, though I know not your name

I would suffer forever to absolve all your pain

I lay in another hotel room bed alone. The fight with Tyler still replaying through my head as I scroll through my photos trying to think of happier times. I stopped at a picture of the two of us at one of his family cookouts, it was the first time I had met them. I smile at the memory. I laughed at a story one of Tyler’s cousins, Elena told me about him when they were younger. “No yeah his dad was so pissed but I mean he didn’t end up wrecking surprisingly. He wasn’t allowed to drive for the rest of the school year. So don’t ever bet him in anything because he will try to prove you wrong.” She said as I shook my head taking a sip of my drink when his aunt, Elena’s mom, butted in. “So have you guys said it yet?” She asked. My face flushed as the group of girls giggled. I shook my head, “No not yet.” I whispered. She nodded and placed her hand on my arm, “No need to worry pesca or have any doubt about it. The eyes never lie and I have never seen my nipote look at anyone the way he looks at you. His eyes shine! I can tell you feel the same as well.” She spoke (peach, nephew). I nodded and looked to where Tyler stood with his dad and uncles at the grill talking, “I do love him. A lot actually.” The cousins squealed, causing the guys to look up at us. My eyes locked with Tyler and he winked at me, my face flushed again and he smirked at my reaction.

We then were in his parent’s kitchen doing the dishes, me washing and him drying as Taz and Theresa were relaxing in the den, setting up some board games. “Did you have fun today?” Tyler asked as I handed him a glass. I nodded and smiled softly, “Your cousins told me what you were like growing up. A very mischievous and bad kid you were if those stories are true.” I teased as I turned to look at him. He groaned but I could tell he wasn’t upset or bothered by the smile on his face. “What ones did they tell you?” He asked before putting the glass away and then placing his hands on my hips, his thumbs massaging the little peak of skin showing from my shirt rising. I shook my head, “I can’t tell you that. My lips are sealed.” I said mimicking locking a lock on my lips and throwing away the key. He quirked his eyebrow, “I think I can find some ways to get them unsealed baby.” he whispered. I smacked his chest, “Your parents are in the other room, keep it in your pants Senerchia.” He grinned, “I wasn’t even thinking that but if you’re offering..” He trailed off. I giggled, leaned up and pecked his lips, “Beat me in these games and I’ll think about it baby.”

I sighed at the memory, what a happier time. A less complicated time in our love story. God stop getting emotional y/n, if he wanted to be here he would be.

I'm ready to bleed to make amends

And sleep in this dirt we call our bed

So tell me your secrets

And join me in pieces

To fall and rewrite the bitter end

Eternally yours

It’s now week three of us not speaking. I have been told from multiple friends how miserable the two of us are without the other. Clearly the fights we’ve had the past few months say differently. This time I didn’t let him in my hotel room because he never showed up. There was no make up angry sex to “fix” us. I was snapped out of my thoughts as Kris, Willow, and Skye kept repeating my name. “Yeah I’m here.” I whispered as we sat in one of the unused locker rooms talking. “We’re going to catering, we’ll be right back okay?” Kris asked. I nodded as the group left. My thoughts began to consume me again as I laid on one of the many couches. A few minutes later the door reopened and I assumed it was the girls so I continued laying down letting my thoughts eat away at me. But then I heard the door handle rattle. I froze hearing a familiar deep voice, “This shit isn’t funny. Open the door now.” I then heard several voices, “Not until you guys make up. We’re tired of the gloomy cloud hanging around you two. Make up; fight it out, or fuck it out!” I sighed and closed my eyes trying to ignore him and the heavy beating of my heart. It felt like hours continued to pass by fast before I opened my eyes. I looked over and he was sat by the door across the room glaring at his phone.

He had dark circles under his eyes. He didn’t look like himself, the actual Tyler. I cleared my throat trying to ease the tense and somewhat awkward atmosphere. “How’ve you been?” I whispered. I received silence as an answer. I rolled my eyes, “Oh yeah I’ve been great too thanks for asking. Nope lost my championship a couple weeks back, but I’ll bounce back to get it. I won’t stay down forever.” I spoke sarcastically. Still silence greeted me. I could feel my patience begin to thin. “Fine you don’t have to talk but I will ask you one question.” I said and he continued typing away on his phone. “Are we broken up? Because if we are, it would've been nice to know instead of tearing apart my heart for someone who doesn’t want it anymore.” I questioned. He stopped typing, almost dropping his phone. He finally looked at me, his eyes dark as they looked me over. I picked at my nails nervously waiting for an answer. “You don’t think I love you anymore?” He countered. I laughed, “Funny way you have of showing it Tyler. Ignore me for three weeks, my texts or any time I try to talk you walk away. You wouldn’t even look at me. That isn’t love. So no, I don’t think you love me anymore. Not as much as you used to or maybe even not at all. So get on with it so I can deal with this heartbreak and heal finally.” I spoke. He set his phone down still watching me. “I do still love you.” He whispered. “You don’t have to lie to me, you’re only hurting us both by doing that.” I argued. He shook his head, “I know there isn’t any amount of things I can say to make you forgive me ever but I will always love you. Nothing or anyone will change that.” He said as he stood and walked towards the couch sitting in front of it.

“I know I haven’t been the most perfect boyfriend or loving lately. I could give a million excuses but none of them can go back and fix this. Seeing you with Isiah and Daniel hanging out together you looked so happy, it made me think what if you left me for either of them or someone else. Those thoughts destroyed me. I should’ve been a man about my insecurities and told you about them but instead I took the anger from those thoughts out on you. If I could give you the universe to make you happy I would do it. The love I have for you runs deeper than the ocean. I don’t picture anyone else being the mother of my kids or anyone I want to grow old and happy with but you. God y/n I’m terrified. I’m terrified of the way you make me feel after all these years.” Tyler rambled pouring out his heart and every thought in that moment. “I would rob a bank or go to prison for killing someone if they made you cry. I would do anything for you. The world means nothing to me without you in it. Please tell me what I can do to help fix this.” He begged as tears trailed down his face. I hadn’t realized I was crying too until he reached up cupping my cheek and wiping some away. I sniffled, “Love isn’t easy Tyler. If it was there would be a guidebook to it. You’re the only one who has my heart and the only one who ever will. In this lifetime and all the others, you are the one I want.” I whispered, placing my hand on his cheek as he leaned into it. “We can work through this, we’ve worked through worse.” I said before kissing him.

I'm more than willing to rot in hell with you

I'm ready to bury all of my bones

I'm ready to lie but say I won't

So tell me your secrets

And join me in pieces

To rot in this garden made of stones

I'm ready to bleed to make amends

And sleep in this dirt we call our bed

So tell me your secrets

And join me in pieces

To fall and rewrite the bitter end

Eternally yours

I was standing with Tyler taking pictures at a small event AEW was hosting. When suddenly the lights went down and a video started playing (A/N: based off this tiktok I seen last year and fell in love with). I turned towards the screen and leaned against Tyler as it played. I smiled watching the video until it showed a picture of Tyler on one knee. I gasped and turned to look as he was on one knee holding a black velvet box with a gorgeous ring as tears flooded down my face surrounded by friends and family. “Y/n, we’ve been through many things these past two years. Through everything we always find a way back to each other. You’re the one person I look for in the crowd during every show. The one person who understands the hardships of what we do. You’ve challenged me in many ways and you’ve helped me become a better version of myself everyday. I know we’re not perfect and neither is our love but I know there is no one else in this world I would rather share this life and love with. I would go through every storm for you, burn down every empire to make you happy. You make the world brighter around you no matter where you go. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, share this life with you and hear all the random little facts you read about or the dumb little dad jokes you know.” He spoke before grabbing my hand, “So Y/n will you marry me?” He asked, smiling at me with tears welling up in his eyes. I nodded and whispered, “Yes. Oh my god yes!” Everyone cheered as Tyler placed the ring on my finger and we kissed. Yeah our love wasn’t perfect or the most beautiful thing to grace the planet, but it was ours and that was all that matters. I can’t wait to be Mrs. Senerchia.

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my-own-walker · 11 months

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hii can you do a james smut where he and the reader are a couple and during the devil's night the reader talks a lot with one of the guests and james gets jealous?

If You Were A Blood-Letter

note: yes indeedy anon, i can give it a stab for ya

warnings: sm*t duh, fem!reader, murder mentions and stuff, violence mentions, dom JPM, low-key degradation maybe??, choking, James being rough, etc

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It was the night we had been looking forward to for the whole year.

Before James, it was just Halloween to me. A night of children knocking on doors in cheap costumes begging for candy from strangers. It was drinking too much at some party in a slutty costume to impress some guy. It was carving pumpkins and corny movies and the doorbell ringing all night.

But with James, it wasn’t ‘Halloween.’ It was Devil’s Night. It was our special day. All of our heroes came to celebrate in a night of utterly disturbing splendor. We reveled in the chaos and the indecent.

We were an infamous duo known around the Cortez. Our murder sprees were revered by many. James didn't expect me to be so ruthless when we met. I truly appreciated regular nights of the old 'ultra-violence.' It made James crazy for me.

The first time I killed someone was under the careful supervision of my dear James. It was exhilarating. An immediate addiction. As he drank in the flash of sinful delight that flashed across my eyes when I plunged the knife into the repairman's chest, he knew he had found a soulmate in me.

We, as partners in crime, took great pride in our Devil's Night celebration. I adopted James' tradition. Took to it like a duck to water. I was awe-struck meeting the likes of Richard Ramirez and Aileen Wuornos.

This particular year, we were more than excited to welcome the Zodiac Killer for the first time. The actual Zodiac, maskless. He had attended the soiree some years prior, but James implored him not to return unless he would shed his cowardice. Hiding behind a mask was a sign of weakness in James' eyes.

The Zodiac's RSVP to the event was a welcome arrival at our door. And when he showed up the night of, we were more than elated to see the man behind the murder. We, arm-in-arm, greeted him at the door with bright smiles. We fashioned ourselves to be a bit like Morticia and Gomez Addams, in a way. In short, I'll admit, we were slightly corny. A caricature of murderers in love.

I was entranced by our new guest, though. As the night roared on, I couldn't help but gravitate toward The Zodiac Killer. His tales of murder and woe were of much interest to me. Gacy droned on about the same clown costume story he did every year. I had heard Ramirez's cool-guy act before. I wanted to know all about the new guest. What made him tick.

James shot me a glance across the room as I took up a seat right next to our guest of honor for the fifth time that night. I couldn't quite make out his expression. I assumed it was one of pride and admiration. After minutes of listening to another one of The Zodiac's stories, James approached the table.

'My, you two are fast friends, now, aren't you?' he cooed, a slight edge to his voice. His eyes screwed shut ever so slightly at the word 'fast.'

'He is quite an interesting man, James,' I replied.

'Interesting, you say. Interesting....' he weighed the word aloud as if he didn't quite understand what I meant by it.

'I- I wouldn't say interesting, just new,' The Zodiac clamored shyly. He was being all too modest.

'Y/N, my dear, may I speak with you in the bedroom? At once?' James gritted, extending a hand to help me up. I took it and followed him through the suite, weaving around the sick and twisted activities of the night.

'Ohhhhh! They're gonna fuck!' Ramirez shouted childishly after us. Wuornos cackled obnoxiously.

James held the bedroom door opened and gestured for me to enter. He slammed the door behind him and rounded on me.

'Whatever do you think you're doing?' he whispered harshly, standing so close to me I could hardly breathe. I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

'What do you mean?' I asked, baffled.

'Dallying and toying with our guest of honor,' he spat. 'Like some sort of floozy. Are you trying to embarrass me?'

'No, James, it wasn't like that. At all,' I declared, keeping as level a head as I could. 'I admire him, is all.'

'Admire, you say?' James challenged.

'Oh, stop being a pest!' I cried. 'You're taking everything I'm saying the wrong way on purpose, like a petulant child.'

'I am not being petulant. I am simply protecting what is mine,' he asserted lowly.

'I can handle myself perfectly well, James.'

'You do know you're mine, yes?' he breathed. 'All mine.'

'James-'

I was cut off by him hungrily putting his lips on mine. He grabbed the neckline of my off-the-shoulder gown and tore it brutishly, forgoing the readily available zipper. The fabric fell heavily, pooling at my ankles. He whisked me off my feet and threw me down onto the bed. I sank into the top of the plush duvet, which felt extra soft against my naked skin. Goosebumps covered my whole body.

James stood at the edge of the bed, drinking me in as he briskly took his own clothing off. I panted, awaiting my fate. He joined me, poised just atop me, supporting his weight on his hands. I grabbed his bare shoulders and pulled him in, resuming our kissing.

He lined himself up with my entrance and thrust into me impatiently. I gasped sharply at the sudden contact. His massive cock penetrated me powerfully. He ran his finger over my lips, then dragged it down my body, continuing to drive into me. The other found its place rigidly around my throat. I choked quietly, reveling in the moment. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt myself start to lose consciousness.

But that wasn't enough.

He pulled out of me and flipped me over harshly, positioning me on my hands and knees.

'Who owns you? Say my name, dearest,' he purred.

'James,' I breathed. He tutted disapprovingly.

'Now now, I won't give you what you want until you say it how I like you to say it,' he scolded. He ran his hand through my hair and tugged tightly, pulling my head back just enough that I could cast my gaze up at him. It was a grip so tight I couldn't help but whimper.

'James,' I pleaded, whining slightly.

'Nuh-uh,' he taunted, 'not quite.' His other hand gripped my ass. His fingers dug into me greedily.

'James!' I cried loudly. It was exactly what he wanted. His hard dick re-entered me from behind, sending shockwaves throughout my middle. He ravaged me, making me squeal and squirm with every pump. The waves of orgasm overtook me, making my vision go blurry and my limbs feel weak, but James wasn't quite finished.

I whimpered loudly as he continued to plunge into me. With a few final thrusts, he came with a stifled groan. He, as a man of class, never came too loudly. After all, we did have guests.

I collapsed onto my stomach much like a ragdoll as James pulled out of me. I felt the pressure on the bed change as James got up to retrieve his undergarments. the man of class also never lounged in the nude. He returned to me and gently coaxed me to turn over. I looked at him through the strands of hair that had fallen into my face.

'My angel,' he sighed. 'All mine.' He grabbed me by my chin and kissed me, softer this time.

I hummed in contentment.

'Are we clear? You are mine,' he asked, pulling away.

'You're my one and only, and I am yours,' I assured with a soft smile.

'Now, shall we return and show them what a united front we are?' he suggested.

'Fuck 'em,' I growled, having regained enough strength to mount him and go for a second round.

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I really had a tough time writing this week. Hope I can get back into the swing VERY soon!!

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mageofseven · 10 months

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ITS ME ONCE AGAIN, HELLOOO

After the vampire event, I'm thinking about like what if MC was the vampire? Thus, here I am

"Vamp!MC asks the Boys if they will let Vamp!MC feed on them."

Mammon ilysm and the Nestling With Birdie series is so good omg

Edit: This took three days to write so despite down below how I mention the Boys, sadly I was only able to give you the Brothers. Sorry, my ADD was fighting me so this is all I have to show for it 😅

I hope you like it anyway.

Oooo ok nice idea. I sadly never got to finish that event but I love vampires~

Also awww, I'm glad you like Birdie's series so much hehe 🤭

Okay so I'll write this with these assumptions:

Bites do not turn the Boys. Maybe this a human strain of the Vampirism virus they caught that Soli's immortal immune system is too super charged for?

MC is handling their thirst worse than the brothers did in the event.

They will be cured regardless of whether they bite and drink anyone's blood; the cure is simply time consuming to make, but others are working on it.

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Lucifer:

The oldest was the only House of Lamentation member allowed in the human's room at this time; his brothers simply could not be trusted.

He was the one to check on the sick human (kinda? let's still call them that) and make sure they ate their meals (they still needed nourishment despite their condition; food helped, but was never quite enough).

As the week dragged on, the poor sick human's thirst became more and more unbearable.

"Please." MC gripped the pride demon's shirt, trying to force him down to give them access to his neck.

Lucifer sighed and stared down at his poor love guiltily. He should have been more careful with them, more observant with the culture; surely then he could have prevented this terrible infliction from reaching them.

He raised his gloved hand to their face, stroking their cheek lovingly as they leaned in with tears in their eyes, nuzzling his covered wrist.

Lucifer watched this for a moment, lips pursed, before sighing once more.

"We don't know what my blood will do to you." He insisted. "So just a bit to push back your thirst."

And with that, he took back his hand, removed his glove and pushed up sleeve before offering his wrists to them

Despite their previous begging, MC hesitated and looked back up at Luce's onyx eyes.

"It's alright." He spoke softly. "Drink. Take some of the pain away."

And so they did. MC gently took hold of his hand and lower arm before bringing his wrist closer to their face.

That's when the Avatar of Pride saw it; his love's eyes glazed over and they licked their lips before biting into the sensitive skin.

Luce didn't make a sound, but did squeeze his eyes shut at the sharp intrusion.

MC took big gulps, ready to rid themself of this special dehydration.

Once he felt his partner's body relax and desperation dissipate, he took his other hand and squished their cheeks be his thumb and forefinger, guiding them off his wrist and forward to look at him.

With messy lips and a little trail of blood runny down their lips, MC stared up at him with this loving, drunk expression.

They giggled, causing their boyfriend to raise an eyebrow.

"What's so funny, love?"

"Luuuuci looooooves me."

Okay so apparently vampires, whether all, human based, or human-turned, get drunk off of demon blood.

This...an interesting development, to say the least.

MC leaned in and kissed him, causing the man to taste his own blood.

Well, at least MC was no longer in any pain.

Mammon:

Devil, it was driving this man insane.

Yeah, he knows Lucifer told him and the others to leave MC be till the cure is ready, but it just wasn't that simple.

That was his human sick. That was Mammon's partner in there crying and begging to be let out.

And he was just so supposed to stay away from her room still Lord Diavolo got that cure all sorted out?

Hell no.

Late at night, when Lucifer was neck deep in his work, you bet your ass Mammon snuck into his human's room, finding MC curled up on the bed crying.

"Heyy--"

Before he came say anything more, his poor human scrambling off the bed and rushing to his side, practically falling into him as they embrace their boyfriend.

"Maaaammmmooon." They cry out his named, stretching out the sound of it as they hug him tightly.

"Eyy, none of that." He hugged them back. "I made it to you, didn't I?"

"It huuuuurrrts."

The greed demon froze.

Shit. It's getting that bad already?

MC squirmed against him staring up at his neck with tears in their eyes.

Not gonna lie, getting bit in the neck sounds scary as hell to this dude...but how can he let his human stay like this?

He slid a hand in their hair.

"It's alright, I gotcha." He told them softly. "It's my job to take care of ya, ain't it?"

And with that, he pushed their head to his neck, their breath causing the hair on his neck to stand to up and his beat race.

Their cries quieted swallowed in anticipation as they leaned in closer and slowly licked up their boyfriend's neck, an apparently sensitive spot for the demon by the way he let out a small moan--right before they dug in with their fangs.

Mammon cursed, tightening his fist in their hair as his other arm wrapped around their waist.

MC's breathing became heavier during the moments they'd stopped drinking to breath and her drinks became deeper.

It didn't take long for Mammon to start feeling light headed.

Shit. How does he get them to stop?

"Ey, babe?"

No response. His body was getting more tired.

"Treasure, listenin'--"

MC pulled away, giggling, before suddenly both toppled onto the ground.

The human was too drunk to get up and the demon was too light headed, but at least MC was more than content to cuddle with him on her rug 🥰🤭

Leviathan:

Okay, the otaku knew he was not supposed to be in here

But this was his Henry we're talking about.

How could Lucifer expect him to abandon the person he loves? The only one who truly understands him?

Levi simply wasn't strong enough to do it.

He snuck into MC's room in the middle of the night and found them laying on the floor, softly crying.

At first, the envy demon stood awkwardly in the doorway.

Should he...?

No. This is literally his partner. MC needs him now more than ever.

And so he closed the door behind him and joined his Henry on the floor, laying down next to them.

He shouldn't be so weird about it; after all, this wasn't the first time they've both laid on the floor and felt like garbage together.

"Henry..."

MC reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Levi...I can't take it anymore." They whispered.

He squeezed their hand. The demon doesn't know a lot about vampires and the disease, but thirst is known for being torturous and is used as an emotional element in many supernatural anime.

Throat ash dry, body weak, desperate for even a single drop; that's how newly turned vampires usually feel in shows; is this how MC feels now?

Tears started to fill his eyes.

"J-Just drink from me." Their boyfriend told them. "Please...it's okay."

Slowly, the human brought their linked hands down at an angle that brought his wrist to their mouth.

At first, MC simply pressed their lips over the big blue vein seen through his skin, as if kissing him in apology before parting their lips and sliding their fangs into his tender skin.

Levi cried out, but didn't pull away; he let his poor Henry weakly drink from his wrist.

The cure was truly taking a while, wasn't it? The others swore food would be enough subtain them till it was ready, but MC looked as if they have been hanging on by a thread this entire time.

His Henry needed this; they needed this and Levi felt proud of himself for breaking the rules in order to help his partner.

The more the human drank though, the more tired he felt.

Should...should he tell them to stop? What if they need more?

Luckily, MC had enough restraint to break away and smiled at their boyfriend with half-lidded eyes.

The human rolled on top of him, causing their boyfriend to blush.

MC leaned down and kissed his cheek before laying their head on his chest.

"Thank you..."

And like that, the tired and blood drunk human fell asleep.

Satan:

Anyone who thought he was going to listen to his father was freaking stupid.

That was his Kitten in there, sick and alone.

The wrath demon destroyed half the living room when Lucifer made the announcement about what MC's illness ended up being and how no one was allowed to be in their room or anywhere around them till Diavolo had his people make a cure.

But it was ridiculous. The vampiric virus was just the human strain and therefore Satan couldn't catch it.

The blonde knew the pride demon was more concerned about MC's bites, but it's not like he's ever been afraid of his Kitten's bites before; now they simply have a purpose.

Satan was determined not to let his partner suffer alone, no matter what.

The man approached the door and undid the lock charm before stepping inside.

The room was dark, but the hall light was enough to show the man that the human was sitting on floor with their back to their bed, knees to their chest, and face hidden in their arms.

Satan's heart ached at the sight. This infliction was bad enough, but the blonde knew what was truly getting to his poor Kitten: being left alone.

The demon turned on the light and stepped inside before closing the door; MC still hasn't moved an inch.

He sat on the bed and stroke his partner's head for moment.

"Come here, Kitten."

"But...but I'll hurt you..." They sniffled.

"I promise I can take it."

The human poked an eye out hesitantly before reaching a hand out for help up.

Satan took it and guided them up to his lap.

It was nighttime so Satan had on his sleepwear, including a tank top that revealed his shoulders.

MC laid their head on his right shoulder and Satan rubbed their back.

"You can do it."

And with that encouragement, the human sank their fangs into the space between his neck and shoulder.

Satan winced, but still held his Kitten close and rocked them as they drank from his body.

His Kitten will be okay soon. He knew the affect demon blood will have on them in this state and truthfully, it was better than what they must have been feeling this entire time.

The man listened to them sip deeply from him, but also noticed that they seemed strangely more controlled than he thought they would be; they even pulled back before he asked, face messy with their 'drink'.

"Thank you." They smiled, buzzed but not truly drunk.

"You can more, Kitten." He told them, but his partner only shook their head.

"I just want you to hold me right now." MC admited. "Is that okay?"

Satan smiled and kissed them, unbothered by the blood.

"Of course."

Even with how bad the thirst is, it was the loneliness that hurt his Kitten the most.

Once they have been held and kissed to a sufficient degree then they will drink more; for now, they just need comfort.

Asmodeus:

Asmo told the others he was go head to bed early, that his beauty sleep was calling and so he had to say adieu.

Instead, he snuck over to his Dolly's room and slid inside.

There was no way he was going to let them suffer through this on their own; not if he could help it.

The room was dark, but he found the sweet human curled up in bed, under the blanket.

The lust demon slipped in bed next their partner and wrapped his arm around them.

"Doll...I'm here." He spoke softly, caressing their arm.

"Azzy...you can't be here."

"Of course I can. You need me after all." Their boyfriend pressed some sweet kisses to their neck.

The demon sucked on a sensitive spot of the human's neck, a spot he knew was their favor, causing them to release a little gasp.

Azzy broke away.

"See? Let me take care of you~"

In truth, the man didn't particularly want his beautiful skin to be punctured, but for MC, it simply wasn't something he had to think about.

The human rolled over and stared at him anxiously.

Asmo smiled sweetly at them before sliding a hand into their smooth hair and gently leading them to his neck.

The human was nervous, but first decided to return the favor, playfully sucking on a sensitive area their boyfriend loved, causing him to moan before sinking their teeth in him as gently as they could.

Asmo played with his Dolly's hair as they drank. His poor Doll. Being sick is never fun, but being sick with a nasty vamp virus and having to hide away, all alone in their room with a burning thirst?

Take your time, sweetie; Azzy gots you.

MC drank for a while from the lust demon, but also drank small sips, savoring each drop that slid down their throat.

Their boyfriend didn't mind this; they were being quite gentle with him and he loved getting the chance to cuddle with them after so long of Lucifer keeping them apart.

Eventually, MC pulled back and looked at their boyfriend sweetly before leaning in for a sweet kiss.

The two had another activity to catch up on, something the human was only all the more interested in from drinking from a lust demon.

Beelzebub:

Beel was in the the kitchen making his usual midnight snack raid.

In truth...his heart really wasn't in it.

MC's room was right next door and, unlike the other men on this list, he was trying to follow Lucifer's orders.

His Muffin was sick so surely it was better for them to get rest till their medicine is ready...right?

The more time that passed, the less this man was sure.

Beely missed them. He wanted to hold them close and spend their days together like they always did 🥺😔

That's when he spotted them: iced tweety birds. MC likes munching on those bird shaped cookies as they study.

...Maybe his Muffin would like a snack? Granted, he understood food wasn't necessarily what their body was looking for, but still.

The big guy quietly left the kitchen with the little carton of cookies and opened the door next door to MC's room.

"Muffin?"

MC was sitting on the bed, hugging the big orange teddy bear he won for them at the Devildom's carnival and when I say big, I mean the demon sees the fluffy bear and no human.

The human responded by hugging the bear tighter.

Beel stepped in and closed the door.

"I brought cookies."

He shook the cartoon for emphasis and to let them know which type.

"Beely...I...I...I can't eat anymore."

The gluttony demon heart was shot. Their illness must be really bad if they can no longer eat food.

The man sat the carton on the desk before joining his partner on the bed.

He pulled them and the teddy into his arms and held them tightly (but not too tight, he was very conscious not to squeeze them too hard since they're sick).

Suddenly, the human dropped the bear and climbed onto their boyfriend's lap, kneeling on his legs to raise them to eye level with him.

"Beel..." Their voice was a plead that almost crossed into a whine. "I'm so thirsty..."

"Want me to get you a pop from the kitchen or something?"

MC laid their head on his chest and whimpered.

"Muffin??"

"Beel...I need blood. Please. Please."

Oh. Oh.

Right. Poor MC has apparently advanced this far.

"I got blood." He said simply. "You can bite me."

"B...b-but..."

Their boyfriend pressed a kiss to their forehead.

"It's okay." He spoke softly.

MC stared into his purple orbs for a minute more and watched him give them a small nodded.

The human leaned to their left and demon bent their neck out a bit, giving their partner more room.

MC made a small test nibble in the crook of his neck before looking back to Beel.

Their boyfriend was still smiling encouragingly to them so they turned back and bit in for real.

Beel has a high pain tolerance so the man didn't even wince at the bite.

He kept his arms wrapped around his partner and gently rocked them and rubbed their back as they drank.

The gluttony demon was such a big guy that the human didn't drink nearly enough to make him feel weak by the time they pulled away.

MC looked back up at him shyly, their face messy with his blood.

He chuckled and wiped their face with his hand before kissing their cheek.

"Good Muffin."

Belphegor:

Yeah, Lucifer really didn't think his little rule through.

Not only was it stupid in Belphie's eyes, his older brother should have known he wasn't going to follow it.

Still, the youngest pretended like it was any other day and slept through most of it, as per usually.

When night came and most brothers where asleep or at least off in their usual nightly rooms, Belphie left the planetarium and headed downstairs to MC's room.

The human was laying on their rug, staring up at the ceiling with dried tears on their cheeks and red eyes.

Their boyfriend's eyes went wide as they hurried to join their partner on the rug and pulled them to his chest.

He pulled his cardigan back to give MC more neck room.

"Drink. Come, just do it."

"B-But--"

"You've suffered enough, Butthead." He pushed their face closer to his exposed neck. "Now do it."

MC left out a small whimper before bringing their lips to his neck and biting down.

Belphie squeezed his eyes shut at the bite, but otherwise made no reaction.

His former scowl softened as he listened to his partner gently drink from him, slow tears sliding down their cheeks as they did so.

The more the human drank, the less they cried.

Soon, the burning in their throat ceased and so did their tears.

MC broke away, finding their boyfriend barely conscious.

"Belphie? Belphie?!"

"I...fi..ne..."

And with that, the sloth demon passed out it and in truth, it made sense.

'Donating' a lot of blood can make any one tired; it made some of the other brothers so as well

But when it's the Avatar of Sloth whose done so?

Yeah, you have nothing to worry about, MC; it's not your fault.

Just let your boyfriend sleep it off.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me vampire event #obey me mc #t: brielle043

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marcuspierce · 7 months

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#shut up about the devil show i beg!#happy two years of my boy being free ☺️#pls ignore that it's the wrong year there. i keep forgetting to change it 😭

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gold-rhine · 1 year

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hm.. kaeya, albedo, and childe for mirror sex, begging, and exhibitionism? tried to avoid the ones I've already seen asked with Albedo, since a couple of my first ideas were (if one of these is accidentally repetitive... your choice I guess??)

warnings nsfw

don't worry about making it repetitive, as long as there are other characters, the whole point of this game is mix and matching :)

actually i think each of them can be fun with each prompt, so instead of usual process of elimination, i'm just gonna go in order of hotness, and since i'm biased, it starts with the prettiest and the only character in genshin impact. fucking kaeya in front of a mirror would be insanely delicious. this is the shit devils are tempting saints with. tying him up wearing nothing but his choker, gorgeous and lithe in half-shadows and slanted moonlight, highlights in his hair turning silver where the light touches them. meeting his eyes in the mirror while fucking him and he smiles, a slow lop-sided smirk, filthy and pleased. making him fuck himself on your cock\strap, and he's shameless, in fact, he's posing, arching to look more seductive, but sometimes, when it suddenly gets too real, teeth scraping on the side of his exposed neck, cock hitting just the right spot, fingers digging into his thighs, when his composure wavers, he meets his own eyes in the mirror both to check that he let nothing show and to make sure he's being the same perfect fantasy. imma stop here bc i plan to sometime write an actual piece on kaeya's relationship with sex as the performance and watching himself in the mirror both to evaluate his own performance and make sure partner enjoys it, the struggle with being watched, but not seen.

albedo is breathless, overwhelmed, so used to feel in control that he doesn't know how to handle so much desire, so he reaches to you, almost as for help, despite you being the one who inflicted this on him. "please" as if "i don't know what do with myself, but i trust you to know", bright blue eyes wide open. "please what?", stroking the tender inner sides of his open thighs, and he swallows, but doesn't look away, doesn't blush, bites his lip with a concentrated little frown "Please fuck me. What do you want me to say that you don't already know? You know I want this badly enough to say anything, you've brought me to this on purpose. What would exact words matter?"

childe is so into exhibitionism, like have you met this whore. what the fuck is that half-open jacket on the naked torso. his shirt is like literally closed on only one button up top. that's ridiculous. tartag, wear some fucking undershirt. and this is not the same as geo men's straightforward sluttiness with crop tops or just being shirtless, no, childe wants to have some intrigue, to pretend it's a tease. except he doesn't have patience or self-control to be a tease, so he's like one step above the flashers. oh i'm srs business fatui, i'm wearing a srs bsns suit, it just happened to be dangling on a single clasp and showing off my abs wink wink. shut up, you whore, no one is buying that shit. if i met him in public and he introduced himself as "toy salesman", i'd think he's gonna try to sell me some vibrators by demonstrating them on himself right there. hold still girlie, im taking a dick pic. ok this somehow derailed into tartag slutshaming, but to be fair, if you made him undress somewhere where there's a chance he could be seen and then just kept telling him what a pathetic whore he is, he'd come untouched in ten minutes flat, which would be too soon bc i didn't even get to the fact that he's 11th harbringer and after signora and scara are out, there are only like 9 ppl left in harbringers AT ALL, what kind of LOSER do u have to be, so he'll have to keep standing on his knees, covered in cum, like a cringeslut failwhore he is

#rhine writes filth #sub kaeya #sub albedo #sub childe #genshin smut

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strawheart-pirate · 9 months

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Royal Flush

Sanji x F!Reader

Words: 1875 CW: SFW i think / naked skin but no sexual actions / kissing / begging / cursing / strong language

It was a quiet night in the middle of the ocean. The Thousand Sunny rocked calmly with the waves. Inside the kitchen, it was the other way round. A lively game of strip poker was happening and it shall reveal more than just skin.

Strip poker on board the Thousand Sunny was always fun and so you slammed the equipment on the table and called for your opponents.

“I dare you to beat me at strip poker! Who will challenge me?” you shouted for the whole ship to hear.

Luffy ignored the call, he has proven to be the least patient man on earth when it comes to this game. Usopp came running to you, like always: “The great captain Usopp will not fail this time!” Nami and Robin came waltzing their way in. Your navigator never turns down a way to earn money and Robin liked a bit of mature fun. Franky would also join you. Chopper stays with Luffy out on deck and Jinbe is the dealer. Brook was banned from the game. He can’t keep it together when two women were sitting beside him in their panties. That and his poker face is unreadable. So, he was on watch. Zoro joins and Sanji was also banned because the first time he played, Chopper had to reanimate him. But because you were sitting on the huge table in the kitchen, he was allowed to watch from afar. He may use snacks to sneak up to you from time to time.

You eyed your opponents from head to toe.

“Usopp, no extra clothing.” You scolded him and Robin used her devil fruit power to get rid of the few dozens of scarfs.

You took a seat between Zoro and Robin and so it began. Jinbe was a skilled dealer and Zoro has the best poker face. Usopp lost the first round and took off his hat. All his lies did not help him, in fact you can say: The bigger the lie, the weaker his cards.

After a few rounds, everyone has lost a few things of clothing. Zoro was stripped off his Yukata and Haramaki, Robin and Nami lost their tops, Nami even her jacket, Usopp was without his hat and dungarees, Franky had only his swimming trunks left, and you had to give up on your scarf and jacket. As Jinbe was shuffling the cards, Sanji came around and offered everyone their favorite drinks.

“Only the freshest fruits were used for your cocktails ladies!” he swooned his way around the table, as he handed out the cocktails. You took yours with a smile and thanked him. You could see only a small stream of blood on his nose, which was a surprise, since Robin and Name were in their bras. He really seemed to get used to this.

The further the night went, the lighter the clothing got. Now it was getting serious since everyone had just one or two garments left. Usopp still had his boxers on but sweat tickled down his forehead. He was one step away from panicking. Franky was the first one, who got dismissed. He took off his swimming trunks with pride and took his defeat with pride.

You lost the next round and were about to take your bra off when a storm swept you off your feet. Somewhere in the back you heard a knife shatter and before you knew it, a door was slammed shut and you were put on your bed by a certain cook. Confusion was written all over your face and you blinked twice before you asked: “What’s the matter Sanji?”

He had his back to you and was breathing heavily. After a long sigh he finally answered: “What’s the matter? You were going to show your body to those perverts and that damn mosshead! I had to stop you!”

“Huh? We were playing strip poker. That’s the deal of the game.” You answered and got up annoyed. “If you don’t mind, I would be happy to join back in. It was about to get fun.”

“No.” he finally turned towards you but blocked the door. His nose was bleeding slow but steady and he hissed as his eyes were greeted with your almost naked body. “No, please.”

“Please my ass. What’s wrong with you Sanji? You seemed to enjoy every game of strip poker we played in your kitchen. You had your fun, too. I don’t get it. Why does it bother you now?” you were deeply annoyed. Every time you played, Sanji was watching in awe as piece by piece fell of one of the female bodies until he was knocked out by a heavy nosebleed and Chopper needed to treat him.

“Because your body is far too glorious for any of them.” Sanji pressed through gritted teeth, there was a fire burning deep in his eyes.

“And what about Nami and Robin then? Why am I here and they are not?”

“You were about to take off your top, not them. I had to stop you!”

“Seriously Sanji, just deal with it. I don’t get it and I want to keep playing since I’m not going to lose my monthly share to Nami. Step aside please.” You said in a calm tone and took off your bra on the way towards the door. “Just gonna leave it here already.”

“WHAA!” a high-pitched sound escaped Sanji’s throat at the sight of your bare chest and he fell to his knees. “Oh dear lord have mercy. I beg you (Y/N), please don’t. Please, what can I do to make you stay? I’ll give you everything. You want my share? You can have it. Want an extra dish every day? You’ll get it. Hell, I’ll even stop messing with the mosshead if you just stay.”

Sanji seemed desperate. He was on his hands and knees, his eyes tearing up and his nose bleeding. You have never seen him that devastated. You needed answers, now. So, you covered up your chest, before he faints.

“Sanji, just spit it out. What’s the matter?” You ask in a soft voice, squatting down next to him, lifting his head with your hand to look him in the eye.

“(Y/N)-chan… I guess it’s time to go all in. Truth is I love you. Ever since you joined us, I took a liking to you but never let it show, because you know how difficult a romance on a ship can be. We’re pirates and if anything happens to you… Anyway, now you know. I’ve said it. I can’t stand the thought of you showing more of your beautiful skin to the mosshead or any other man. I’m sorry. But I won’t stand in your way if that’s what you want.”

He stood up, his shoulders slumped and left without a glance back at you. You let yourself sink towards the ground fully. Your mind was playing everything he said over and over, and your heart was pounding fast in your chest. “ROBIN!”

A pair of blue eyes and her smirking lips appeared on the wall, next to her ear. “Guess you’re not coming back to join us?”

“Robin.. He.. He said…” You touched your trembling lips. “He said he loves me.”

“Yes, indeed. I was eavesdropping, hope you don’t mind.” She confessed.

“No, I don’t. I.. What am I supposed to do now?!” Your mind was still trying to catch up, but a warm feeling spread inside your guts.

“Maybe tell him how you feel? Shall I look around for him?” she offered.

“Yes, please.” You got up and went to your closet. You just went for comfy shorts and a long sleeve, when Robin’s voice chimed through the room.

“Found him. He’s in the bathroom. I’ll make sure you guys won’t be disturbed.”

“Thank you, Robin. You can have my chips. Make sure to win.” You wink at her as her body parts disappear.

You were nervously fondling with the hem of your shirt. Unsure what to do or say you hesitated to go inside. But as you remembered the broken look on Sanji’s face as he left, you gathered some courage.

As you entered the bathroom quietly, you could hear ugly sobs and a running shower. Your heart ached at the sight that greeted you. Sanji was sitting under the running shower crying his heart out. His clothes were fully soaked. He had his knees to his chest and his head buried inside. You charged forward and buried this broken man in a tight hug. Within seconds you were fully soaked too, but you couldn’t care less.

“(Y/N)-chan…” Sanji sobbed as he lifted his gaze. You took his face in your hands and wiped the tears and the water away making sure to be gentle.

“Don’t you cry Sanji, it’s alright.” You said in a soft voice holding his face and stroking his blond hair to the back of his head.

“But you said..” he was nearly tearing up again, when you decided to kiss him. It was soft and wet and oh so intoxicating, but you need to say what was on your mind, so you pulled away before he could kiss you back.

“Sanji, I’ve always liked you. Ever since I joined the crew. But as you said: It’s difficult on a pirate crew and you always declared to everyone, that you love all the ladies. So, I buried my feelings deep down. I never thought you would feel this way.” You looked him deep in the eyes. Both eyes. As you stroked his hair fully back, you took all of his features in. His curly brows were accentuating his deep blue eyes just perfectly and a loving gaze made his way onto your face.

“You mean… you love me?” Sanji asked, taken aback by your statement.

“Yes, yes I love you San-“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence since it was Sanji’s turn to shut you up with his lips. He circled his arms around you and pulled you into his lap and you followed his lead. With your hands still on his cheeks you kissed back. It was a wonderful symphony of soft lips, teasing and tasting each other while the warm water of the shower ran down your faces and soaked your kiss.

After a few minutes Sanji broke the kiss and took your face in his hands too: “Will you be mine (Y/N)-chan?”

“Yours alone, Sanji.” You answered and smiled.

“You make me the happiest man alive. Shall we continue the game of strip poker just without any other opponents?” he smirked.

“SANJI!” you slapped his chest playfully.

“Just kidding. Let’s get out of the shower. We’ve occupied this bathroom long enough.” He said and stood up. He picked you up bridal style and stopped the water.

“Oi! Let me down already!” you squirmed in his hold as he grabbed two large towels.

“No way my dear. It is my duty to take good care of my girl. Prepare to be spoiled.” He said and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You giggled as he took you to your quarters. “I’m not a damsel in distress, Mr. Prince.”

“Yes you are. We need to get you dry and comfortable before you catch a cold and I’ll make sure you will stay in bed.” He said, but you caught his undertone.

“Bet you will.” You answered, circled your arms around his torso in a tight hug and let you get carried away.

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lewmagoo · 2 years

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the devil in her | b. bradshaw

description: in which he relinquishes all control

warnings: 18+, smut, dom/sub dynamic, unprotected piv sex, sub!bradley, overstimulation, oral (f!receiving), exhibitionism, orgasm denial, face sitting, begging, bradley loves it when ur mean to him

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x nondescript f!reader (third person pov, no use of y/n)

notes: i've plagiarized myself here and taken this work from my old blog. what else is new

He was so done for.

He should have known it the very moment he saw that wicked glint in her beautiful eyes, the all-knowing smile that graced her lovely features. She had such power over him in that moment, that he hardly knew what to do with himself.

What he should have done in the very beginning was say no. Absolutely not, I will not do this. But he was a sucker for her soft, coaxing voice and her comforting touch, pleading with him to humor her. How could he resist? Besides, he loved the thrill just as much as she did. He just wouldn’t admit it out loud.

But now here he was, so close to losing his sanity. And there she sat, a smirk plastered on her pretty face, glass of wine perched between her fingers. She looked so at ease, as if she wasn’t absolutely destroying him with each passing minute. And it pissed him off, the way that she could maintain such a poker face. She was going to kill him, and there would be a smile on her face the entire time she did it.

"Baby...please." His voice was hoarse, desperate. Those sweet brown eyes bored into her own, pleading with her to show him mercy.

She shrugged, taking a sip of the rich wine that filled her glass. "I'm sorry, I haven't the slightest idea as to what you're talking about."

Bradley jerked forward in his chair, jaw clenching. "Dammit, I-"

She set her glass down, eyebrows raising at his unfinished outburst. "You what? What are you going to do, Bradley?"

He sat back then, cheeks burning like fire. He'd agreed to this, after all. For the first time in their relationship, he'd allowed her to take the reins. He'd always been the dominant one by default, but when she’d brought up the idea of switching roles for a night, he hadn't been opposed to it.

But now it seemed that this side of her had been laying dormant for quite some time, just waiting for the right moment to pounce, much like a cat closing in on its prey.

He was in the middle of a restaurant, squirming uncomfortably in his seat. His dick was aching, and the painful pleasure was unrelenting, all thanks to the vibrating stainless steel cock ring she'd fitted on him. He was not allowed to take it off without her say-so, and she wasn’t planning on giving him permission to do so anytime soon.

"I-if you don't turn it down, I'm going to come." He tried to warn her. The prospect of having an orgasm in the midst of a public setting both terrified and turned him on to no end. It was an odd sensation, to say the least.

She slid her thumb over the little remote clutched in her palm. With a devious smile, she turned it up a setting, and Bradley was reaching forward to clutch the table, knuckles going white. "Baby, I swear to fucking-"

"Stop talking and I'll turn it down."

Instantly, his mouth clamped shut, and she turned the vibrations down a few notches, giving him just a little reprieve. Bradley relaxed only slightly, body sagging back against his chair. They were in a more quiet corner of the restaurant, per her specific request. But it was still very much public, and he was trying desperately not to give away his current predicament.

Idly, she stabbed her fork into her food, popping a bite into her mouth and chewing it before speaking again. "This is going to be a long night for you, babe," she mused. She planned on torturing him for as long as she could, until he was fucked out and incoherent. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t done to her countless times before.

A pathetic whine escaped his throat, and he shifted uncomfortably, grinding his teeth. "I never should have agreed to this," he hissed bitterly, soon falling silent as their waitress flounced up to the table.

"How is everything?" She asked, face illuminated with a sweet smile.

"Just fine," Bradley’s girl replied.

"Does anyone need anything?"

"The check."

"Another glass of wine." They both answered at the same time, and she shot Bradley a look. He wanted nothing more than to get out of that restaurant and get home so he could finally have his sweet release.

"You're driving," he growled lowly.

She only shrugged. "You drove here, you're driving us home," she simply replied. The girl standing at the head of the table looked a little uncomfortable, sensing she was in the presence of what would soon turn into an argument.

"I'll have another glass of wine. My boyfriend will have a glass of water, thank you.”

The waitress nodded, soon scurrying away. Bradley leaned forward again, eyes wide. "I can't drive like this! It's too much of a distraction!"

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm only giving you a taste of your own medicine. That time when you finger fucked me under the table while we were at that one restaurant with the rest of the squad? That other time you made me wear a vibrator to that stupid Navy benefit a few months ago and wouldn't let me come the entire time? Yeah, you totally deserve this."

"Yeah, well when you get turned on it's a lot easier for you to hide. When I get turned on it's fucking visible and almost impossible to conceal!"

She narrowed her eyes at him, lowering her voice as she spoke. "I have the power to make sure you don't get an orgasm at all. I'll have you go to bed hard and miserable. Is that what you want? To be punished?"

Yet again, his cheeks went pink, and he leaned back against his chair, suddenly feeling embarrassed. He wasn't used to this. "Sorry," he muttered.

"That's better." She looked up to see the waitress returning with her wine and Bradley’s water. Once the glasses were set before them, she decided to have some mercy on her boyfriend. "We'll take the check now, please."

Bradley sighed in relief, mouthing a thank you, her way. She only smiled wickedly, already starting on her second glass of wine. Wine always did bring out the devil in her, which meant the night was only just beginning.

After drinking only half the glass and paying the bill, she rose from the table, grabbing her coat and slipping into it. Bradley followed suit, though he held his coat over his arm, lowering it enough to cover the obvious arousal between his legs. She linked arms with him, and they strolled out of the restaurant together, looking completely at ease, save for the obvious blush spread across Bradley’s face and neck.

The evening air bit into her skin the moment she stepped outside, causing goosebumps to rise as she leaned into his side. Without missing a beat, she grinned to herself, taking that moment to turn up the setting on the little remote she held in her hand. Abruptly, Bradley stopped right in the middle of the parking lot, a grunt tearing itself from his throat.

"Fuck," he swore out loud.

"C'mon," she prodded, taking his hand and tugging him along. His fingers dug painfully into her palm, his entire body tense as they reached the car. He fumbled for the keys, the metal slipping through his trembling hands in the process. Yet again, he cursed, before bending down to pick the object up.

Moments later, he managed to get the car unlocked, prompting them both to climb inside. He scrambled to start the car, pulling his seatbelt over his body. She watched him in amusement, the way he was trembling with frustration, shifting constantly, trying to alleviate the pressure rising within him. She held so much power over him, and she was relishing in it.

He didn’t waste any time as he backed out of the parking spot, trying his best to focus as he did so. Once he was out on the main road, she took that as her chance to torture him further. All in good fun, of course.

Pushing her seat back a little to give herself room, she pulled her legs up, parting them as she did so. She slid the hand that wasn't clutching the remote up her inner thigh, pushing up the fabric of her dress just enough to give Bradley a full view of the pretty little panties she was donning.

She slipped her hand into her underwear, sliding her fingers over her already wet center. She’d gotten wet at the sight of Bradley in such a state of desperation, completely under her control.

"Oh..." she sighed out, catching the brief attention of brown eyes that should instead be focused on the road. "I'm so wet."

Bradley was white-knuckling the steering wheel at that point, muscles locked as the sensations running through him became all too much. "I-I can't...baby, please turn it down," he begged, voice taking on a higher, airy pitch.

Ignoring his plea, she dipped two fingers into herself, curling them upwards until she built up a rhythm, the sound of her wetness now audible. "Can you hear it? My pussy is soaked."

At that, he whimpered softly, head falling back against the headrest. "Y-you're gonna make me come, I swear to god. Turn it down."

She leaned over the center console then, touching her mouth to his ear. "When you come, it's going to be while you're inside me, and not in your pants."

The moment he stopped at a stoplight, he turned to her, the most pleading look in his wide eyes. "I'm serious, I'm not going to be able to hold it if you keep it up that high."

She softened slightly, knowing he could only take so much. So, she took that moment to check in with him. “What’s your color, sweetheart?” She asked.

Bradley hummed. “I-it’s green. I’m just really close and I wanna be your good boy and not come all over myself.”

With a single nod, she switched the setting as low as the remote permitted, which yet again offered him some relief. But that didn't mean she had any intention of putting an end to her own pleasure. She knew he wouldn't last long once he was inside her, so she wanted to get herself as close to the edge as possible so she could finish along with him.

The vibrations against his cock were dull now, but he was still aching, and he knew that if she turned it higher, he would no longer be able to stave off the inevitable. He clenched his jaw, trying so hard to ignore the sound of her fingers deep inside her soaked pussy. Oh, how he longed for it to be himself inside of her.

Without warning him, she grabbed the hand that wasn't on the wheel, yanking it over to her and placing it hand between her legs. "See? Told you I was wet."

Bradley moaned at the feeling of the slickness. "Oh, fuck."

"Go on, you can fuck me with your fingers since you've been a good boy and haven't come yet."

She didn't have to ask him twice. Eagerly, he shoved his middle and ring fingers into her cunt, the thick digits instantly hitting that spot inside her that turned her legs to jelly. Since he wasn't allowed his own release, he took his frustrations out on her, finger fucking her into oblivion.

It wasn't long before she was gasping out his name, unabashed moans tumbling past her parted lips. She was surely making a mess of the car seat, and the Bronco would probably smell like pussy after the fact, but she couldn't be bothered to care.

"Can I please make you come?" Bradley pleaded.

As much as she wanted him to, she shook her head, pulling his hand away. "N-not until we get home."

From then on out, he went ten miles over the speed limit, and the moment they were home, the two of them were practically stumbling out of the car, rushing up the front steps, hands all over one another like a pair of hormonal teenagers. He unlocked the front door and proceeded to trip over the threshold on his way in.

They both laughed, but wasted no time in continuing their game. As he righted himself, she swung the door shut, hurrying to kick her shoes off. She grabbed his arm, hardly giving him any time to react before pulling up over to the staircase with her. They clambered up the stairs, making a beeline for the bedroom the moment they reached the hallway.

Once inside, she made quick work of removing her clothes, soon moving on to Bradley’s. She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, growing rather frustrated with them. "I'll buy you a new shirt," she bit out before yanking as hard as she could, sending all the buttons clattering to the floor.

Bradley’s eyes went wide, and a new wave of arousal slammed right into him, knocking the wind out of his lungs. “Holy fuck,” he whispered.

As she continued, he watched through hazy eyes as she unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. She was given a complete view of how painfully hard he was, cock heavy and blushing with arousal.

Looking him right in the eyes, she snaked her hand down the front of his body, fingers wrapping around him. Bradley grunted, muscles tensing beneath her touch. "You're so fucking hard. You're going to make such a mess of yourself, aren't you?" She lulled, gently stroking him.

He let his head drop to her shoulder, a soft whine sounding from him. "Please just let me come." The tone in his voice was so tender, she could hardly deny him any longer.

Nodding her head, she took his hand in hers, leading him over to the bed. "Lay down for me," she murmured. He settled on his back, warm eyes watching her every move as she climbed on top of him.

"I'm going to ride your face," she began, "and just before I come, I'm going to let you fuck me."

He could only nod, eagerness rising within him as she maneuvered up the expanse of his body, her pussy hovering just above his face. He groaned at the sight, just before she lowered herself onto him. His mouth instantly attached to her center, wanting nothing more than to taste all of her.

All the while, she still held the remote to the vibrator between her fingers. She had mercy on him, though, deciding to keep it on low until the last possible second.

The feeling of his strong hands on her thighs pulled all of her focus into the moment, fingers pressing almost painfully into her skin as he devoured her. She let her body respond, muscles loosening, tummy warming. Through it, she sighed in content, slowly rocking against his mouth.

Below her, he was having the time of his life, knowing just what to do to get her to squeal in delight. She was already soaked from the car ride, which made things much easier for him, and a little messier, which he loved anyway.

He pulled her swollen nub of nerves into his mouth, sucking tentatively and relishing in the feeling against his tongue. Above him, she let her head fall back, hands sliding up her body to grab her chest, trapping the soft, malleable flesh between her fingers.

SHe mercilessly rocked herself against Bradley’s pretty mouth, fingers tugging at her nipples to heighten the pleasure. She was already burning up from the impending release that brewed deep within her, like a storm approaching on the horizon.

"Oh...oh, you're doing so well, baby. Such a good boy for me," she sighed out, praising him for his efforts. He moaned at her words, hands tightening against her thighs. He thrived off of praise.

His cock pulsed against his abdomen, those dull vibrations still running through him. He moaned again, shuddering at the feeling as a shockwave warmed his body. He was getting close, even without the ring set on high. He surely wouldn't last if she kept this up much longer.

Thankfully for him, she was already rocketing towards her release, thanks to the previous stimulation she'd received in the car. Letting out a breath, her gaze fell to Bradley, who was still dutifully pleasuring her. His hair was mussed, and his eyes fluttered as he worked her over. He looked breathtaking.

"Are you ready to be inside me?" She questioned breathlessly.

"Mhm," he eagerly hummed against her.

Without a word, she pulled away from his mouth, revealing swollen pink lips that glistened with her arousal. She soon straddled his waist, leaning down to kiss him on the mouth, delving her tongue past those beautiful lips to taste herself. With their mouths still connected, she reached down, taking ahold of him and lining him up with her entrance.

Without warning, she slid down onto him, sheathing him completely in her tight, wet snatch. He gasped into her mouth, hips jerking against hers. Pulling away to rest her forehead against his own, she looked into his eyes, wide with avidity.

She brought the remote up to his view, using her thumb to turn the switch higher. He gasped sharply, quickly grabbing onto her. "Th-that's too high," he hissed.

She situated herself so that she could feel the vibrations of the ring right against her clit. "It's high enough." She began to repeatedly sink down onto him, splaying her hands against his smooth chest, giving jer better leverage. His face contorted into such beautiful ecstasy, head falling back against the pillows as he grunted ever so softly.

She brought a hand up to his face, fingers stroking his warm cheek. "You can be as loud as you want, sweetheart," she assured him, knowing he was holding back. His face burned red, for he was slightly embarrassed. But she didn't want him to hold back, she encouraged him to relax and let her take care of him.

He was already writhing beneath her, that familiar fiery ache blossoming in his belly. She was so tight and warm around him, he was hardly able to contain himself. He was quickly turning into a gasping, whimpering mess beneath her, her name leaving his lips in hushed whispers. It was all so overwhelming that he found tears springing to his eyes.

For her, it was incredibly erotic. The vibrations from the cock ring against her clit, paired with the way he filled her whole, the veins and ridges of his cock running across all those delicious places within her. She couldn't quiet herself down if she tried.

This time, she grabbed his hands, placing them against her chest. His fingers easily stretched across her breasts, and his eyes focused on the way they rose and fell with each of her movements.

She could feel him tremble beneath her, skin slick with sweat, hair stuck to his forehead. He tried desperately to stave off his orgasm, barely holding on to what little control he had left. He was aching, exhaustion beginning to creep into his bones as he fought the inexorable release that was poised and ready to crash into him.

He let his hands drop from her chest, arms snaking around her waist as he pressed himself to her, burying his warm face against the side of her neck. She held him to her body, rocking her hips just a little faster, thighs quivering as she drew nigh to her own orgasm.

"P-please," Bradley keened, clutching her tighter. His tears fell freely now, he could no longer hold them in. "I-I can't do it anymore. I need...I can't...oh god, please let me come." She felt his tears against her skin.

She was nearly overwhelmed as it was, and the sound of him begging in such a way only intensified it all. "Go ahead, baby. Come for me."

He tensed up in her arms, his whole body alight with painful pleasure. He clawed at her skin, and then he was crying out for her, his long-awaited orgasm finally washing over him. He spasmed within her, filling her to the brim with the warmth of his essence.

The way he trembled so, mixed with the feeling of him spilling into her and the vibration pressed against her clit, was enough to pull her right in after him, an orgasm more powerful than she ever could have imagined ravishing her, pulling Bradley’s name from her lips in a desperate shriek.

As the mind-numbing euphoria began to slowly subside, she fell against him, unable to support herself. He hissed sharply, pushing her away suddenly. "Off, off, off," he babbled, hurriedly slipping out of her.

Realizing what he was referring to, she was swift to turn off the vibrator, giving him much-needed relief. He immediately relaxed, falling still against the mattress as he let his body recover from the overstimulation.

Ever so gently, she removed the ring from his sensitive cock, setting it aside along with the remote. Then she settled down beside him, tentatively sliding her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, moving it away from his flushed face.

His ears were still ringing, and he laid there, processing what had just happened. His body was warm all over. He still twitched from the aftershocks. And this strange, but welcome, feeling had begun to wash over him. He felt like he was floating, but he also felt so vulnerable and emotional. Like any little thing would bring him to tears immediately. But then, her hands were on him, her fingers running through his hair, and a sense of calm washed over him. He realized that this was probably how she felt when he pushed her into subspace after an intense session.

"You were such a good boy for me," she praised. "I'm so proud of you, baby."

Bradley let out a breath. "That was...holy shit, that was so intense. But I really liked it."

She smiled softly, pressing sweet kisses alongside his neck. "I'm so glad you did." She sat up then, pulling him with her. His face was still pink, and sweat was glistening on his skin. He looked utterly exhausted, and in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to take care of him.

She leaned forward to kiss him before she spoke. "Come on, let me run you a bath."

Much to her surprise, he didn't protest. He let her tug him to his feet before she guided all six-plus-feet of him to the bathroom.

He sat on the closed toilet, watching her busy herself with filling the bathtub, pouring in her favorite bubble bath, and lighting a few candles as she went. Once she was finished, she turned to him. "Up," she said, and he complied, moving to stand.

She motioned for him to step into the tub, and as he did, he hissed softly at the contact of the warm water. She followed right after him, stepping in behind him so he could sit between her legs.

After they were both settled in the warm water, thus began a night of caring for one another. She washed his hair, leaving kisses all over his back as she did so. He wasn't used to feeling so vulnerable and small with her, and it caused his cheeks to burn ruby. But he still loved every minute of it. He never could have imagined letting her take control would be so wonderful, so freeing.

Once they were finished, fingers all pruney, she climbed out to find a towel before helping Bradley out of the tub. She took time patting down his wet skin before wrapping the fabric around his body. With a smile, she intertwined their hands.

"C'mon, baby. Let's get ready for bed." And with that, they left the bathroom, heading right back into their bedroom. She gathered clean pajamas for him, setting them all out on the bed. She took the time to help him dress, because she could see that he was still a little unsteady.

He was grateful for her help, and leaned in for a few kisses as she worked. She doted on him, speaking to him with soft words and using gentle, predictable touches. She made him feel so safe, and he allowed himself to bask in it.

Once she was finished, she ushered him into bed before she paused to throw on one of his shirts. She soon climbed in beside him, snuggling into his broad chest. The shift in their dynamic was nice. She enjoyed taking care of the man who usually held all the control. It was a nice change to see him in such a state, and to bring him back to reality after such an intense scene,

"I love you,” Bradley mused, arms slipping around her as they settled in.

"And I love you." She left a kiss on his nose, and then his lips.

"I should have let you take control a long time ago," were the next words out of his mouth.

"So you admit you liked it?"

He nodded. "You bet I did. We're so doing this more often. It was nice to give up the control for once."

In response, she laughed, settling into his warmth once she'd pulled the blankets over each of them. They settled in for the night, spending it entangled in one another's arms, talking and laughing until neither of them could keep their eyes open any longer.

They fell asleep still wrapped around each other, and as she drifted off with a sleeping Bradley in her arms, she knew she would never trade this for anything in the world. This was what true contentment felt like.

And with that, she slipped into a deep, dream-filled slumber.

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 4 months

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Deal

Summary:You made the deal with Rapheal so your daughter wouldn't have a mindflyer dad

Type:Scenario:Angst?:M!Tav & Raphael + companions

Version:Bg3

You thought about the deal. You truly did, but only one thing crossed your kind while thinking about it. Your daughter. If you didn't get the tadpole out of your head then she'd have a mindflyer for a father, or worse. No father at all. It didn't help she didn't have a mother.

With a heavy sigh you reached your hand out to the devil himself, a firm look on your face as you grabbed his hand.

"Deal."

Your companions froze, horror on their face as you firmly shook the devils hand.

"Tav?! You can't be serious! He's a devil!" Karlach shouted. She'd yank your hand away if she wouldn't burn your skin.

Rapheal snickered, shaking your hand as he confirmed the deal.

"You don't understand..." You were right, non if them have children, and you weren't about to let your daughter become an orphan.

Wyll huffed, glaring at you as he stormed over and yanked your hand away from Rapheal, holding your wrist so tight it might snap.

"Are you insane! He's a devil! You can't trust him!" Wylls face showed his anger, and his voice boomed through the room. Clearly all your companions agreed

Rapheal found this amusing, he knew you were thinking of your daughter. He knew the levels you'd go for her, and he was gonna take advantage to your fatherly love.

"I know! If you don't want to make the deal then don't!" You shouted back, yanking your hand out of Wylls hand before turning to Rapheal to ask him what he wanted

Wyll wasn't happy with this, no one was.

"Tav, he is a devil, he'll take everything from you, he'll abuse his power!" Gale said, moving closer, hoping. No, begging you weren't serious.

Your anger was rising, you were only doing this for your daughter. If she wasn't here, then you probably wouldn't agree.

"You guys don't understand...If I don't do this then..." You squeezed your eyes shut, horrified by what could happen if you didn't do this.

"What, then what? You'll have to find other options? Are you too scared you'll give in before then!" Wyll shouted directly behind you.

You turned around do fast, Wyll thought your neck might break.

"Yes! Yes I am. And I will not let my daughter have to live with a mindflyer! Or worse! All by herself in a fucking orphanage because I gave in to this fucking tadpole!" Wyll winced at how loud your voice was, stepping back as you fumed with rage.

"I am doing this for my girl! My daughter! I-I don't even know if she's alright... but if she is, I'll do anything to let her live a better life!" You breathed, trying to calm yourself before turning away from them. Breathing in slowly to relax your nerves.

"Tav...there's other ways" Gale spoke up, resting a hand on your shoulder.

You were silent for a moment, knowing it was already to late.

"Im not sure if we have that time, Gale..." Looking back at him, you gave him a sad look.

Rapheal laughed loudly, enjoying this bickering. He looked down at you, a devilish and evil look on his face.

"Well then, that pact. I'll go easy on you, well...for now, just bring me a soul. Doesn't matter how you get it, but. I want them alive. " Rapheal was gonna come back, he didn't want just some random soul. He wanted more from you, but he'd go easy just for now. Until he can truly break you.

A sigh left your mouth at this, nodding your head in agreement he chuckled darkly before snapping his fingers, sending you four back to where you originally were. Your companions were silent, Wyll still fuming with rage. He stormed up to you, forcefully turning you to him.

"Do you know what you just did! He's gonna come back, he's going to destroy you." Wyll clenched his fists, wanting to punch some sense into you.

You stared at him, a look of sadness crossing your face.

"As long as my daughter is alright... I don't care. She's too young, Wyll, and she has already lost her mother. I can't let her lose me. Not to the tadpole, not to the devil, not to anyone" You stared into Wylls eyes, seeing a small hint of sadness in his own eyes.

Wyll felt a lump in his throat, remembering how his own father disowned him. And here you are, giving your life just so your daughter can be happy. The feeling in his gut was destroying him, this. This was a father's love, you were just radiating it. You truly loved your daughter, but making a devil with a devil?! Wyll couldn't bring himself to yell anymore, there was no getting through to you.

"Come on, the others might stare wondering were we are" You gave Wyll one last look before walking around him to lead them back to camp.

It took a second for Wyll to follow, but after a few grumbled curses, he followed. You're a good man, Wyll hopes this deal won't end in Rapheals favor.

[A/n:I hope you enjoyed]

#bg3 raphael #bg3 x reader #bg3 x male reader #bg3 x tav #bg3 companions #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate 3 raphael #bg3

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hey-august · 14 days

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The marine x buggy fanfic is so good I NEED a slow burn of it so bad 😭😭😭

Ahhh, thank you so much!!! All the love for that fic is sending me to the moon 😭😭🩷🩷🩷

A slow burn would be fantaaaaaastic!! My list of things to write is so long, but here are some a lot of thoughts I have about the potential for a slow burn with the characters, as well as a slow burn that occurs after the fic. (Kinda sorta NSFW-ish down below, but not detailed smut.)

If the slow burn precedes everythingggg…

More Buggy being an obnoxious chatterbox. Never shutting up, making poor jokes, roasting everyone, sometimes actually saying something useful. And Reader would find it interesting. They’d find him interesting.

Because Reader doesn’t mind so much, they’d be tasked with dealing with the prisoner more frequently. Reader would try to keep the power balance, but there would be some softening around the edges. The lines would slowly blur.

We could have cute moments where Buggy whines about missing certain luxuries and amenities. Reader listens and sometimes indulges him. Maybe it’s not exactly what Buggy wanted, but it’s something. Imagine. IMAGINE, one night Reader sneaks Buggy out of the cell and lets him sleep in a nice bed. Their bed.

Reader would hang onto every word of Buggy’s stories (some of which are tall tales), invested in the performance he puts on and enthralled by the journeys.

Some days Buggy is moody. How could he not be, having been locked up for so long? He gets snippy. His words are meaner and cut harder. Communication is hard, even for the Reader. Sometimes it blows over quickly, maybe with a joke or a step towards more “platonic” intimacy. Other times it takes longer. Reader swaps shifts and avoids Buggy.

They have their ups and downs and eventually Buggy realizes that Reader has been volunteering for shifts where they can spend time with him. This could be where they have The Big Fight. The start of the darkest part of the night. First, Buggy tries to play everything off. Maybe he’s trying to push the Reader away. He taunts and teases them about wanting to be near him. His distrust and poor self-esteem fuel the fire until he lashes out and says something that crosses the line.

While this fight is still going on, the rescue kicks off. Pirates are swarming, looking for their captain. Now. Two options… (There are others, but I like these.) - Option One: Buggy manages to get uncuffed in all the scuffling and it’s time for him to leave. But something’s not right. He feels like he’s leaving something behind. It’s a feeling he’s familiar with, due to his Devil Fruit powers. It’s not a bit of himself though, not literally. In a frenzy, he goes looking for Reader. First checking their room, then running through the ship, calling for them. When he finally finds Reader (maybe with some mildly heroic saving), he blurts out an awkward apology and nearly begs them to join him. - Option Two: Buggy is waiting in the cell, listening to the distant fighting, when the Reader shows up. They’re moving quickly, unlocking the cell, taking off his cuffs, and telling him where to go to meet up with the pirates. They’re helping him escape. Buggy goes, following their directions. But before he gets too far, he runs back to the Reader and asks them to join him.

Fight fight fight, escape, everyone is safe on the ship. Celebratory party, from which Buggy and Reader slip away for a moment of quiet. And a first kiss, under the moonlight. Then maybe a mirror of the fic that was posted… They start screwing, get interrupted and have to go back to the party, eventually leave and finish what they started.

Okay, so now let’s talk about a slow burn that happens after the fic takes place, but before the last few paragraphs. This puts us at the point where the rescue is happening and Buggy asks Reader to join him.

Reader says no. They’re not ready to commit, they just met this clown who makes stupid decisions (and has a great dick).

In the ensuing chaos, Reader does something that makes their affection for the escaping pirate obvious. Their Superior notices and has to take a stand. They harm Reader in some way, maybe a shot or something.

Buggy sees this happen and that is. not. good. Fury, rage, and flying limbs are everywhere.

Reader passes out, missing the rest of the fight, and wakes up on Buggy’s ship. He couldn’t leave them behind. Reader feels conflicted, their choice was taken away. They know that life would have been much harder if they stayed behind and stuck with the Marines after the show of weakness towards pirates, but it’s hard to give up on everything they knew.

Now we have a strange slow burn - the two clearly have some type of feelings for each other, but neither one wants to admit it. Reader is struggling with the direction of their life. Buggy just sucks at feelings in general.

But. Hear me out. They have a “friends with benefits” relationship. Maybe sometimes they hook-up out of frustration, other times out of loneliness. The physical chemistry is there, but they ignore and avoid anything that feels romantic. So they never kiss. No lips on lips.

Because of this, these two are absolute fools when faced with anything gentle. Cuddles are awkward and short-lived. Compliments or comments about how well they get along are brushed off or turn them into blushing messes. If they do get within kissing distance - oh boy. The hesitation is there. The looks darting between eyes and mouth. Licking lips in anticipation. But nope. No kissing. Only fucking.

Maybe here there isn’t a low point. It’s solely a slow burn, increasing in butterflies and hopeful moments until they give in. And the catalyst could be anything. Absolutely anything. Maybe Buggy admits his feelings first. He could be sober or drunk. Or Reader goes first, realizing they’re actually happy. Truly happy. And when they acknowledge that they like life on the ship, they also confess liking the clown. Or maybe the Reader is tired of the games and just kisses the stupid clown without thinking. One kiss turns into another. And another. And, well you know what happens then.

Happily ever after.

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #buggy the clown #buggy smut

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lottiecrabie · 6 months

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pfms matty taking reader trick or treating because she was never allowed to celebrate halloween growing up since her parents said it was the devils holiday blah blah

pfms crumb for u all

it’s october 31 and matty waits for her in the most undedicated devil costume. he wears his usual attire; some ripped, black clothes, as well as a pair of dollar tree red horns. black nailpolish and eyeliner is the most effort he’s put in his little get-up, and even that’s not far off from half of his basement shows.

he leans against the side of his van, several houses away. around him, small children and overrun adults roam the streets. there’s a shield of safety to the pumpkins and jolly ‘trick or treat’s; with everyone wearing a mask, they can be whoever they want.

she practically skips to him, licking the smile of her teeth. ‘you’re still not funny,’ she chastises, though the amusement betrays her voice.

‘what?’ matty grins. ‘it’s fitting. i’ve been told i’m the devil incarnate before.’

‘oh, my gosh. i did not say that, you dramaqueen.’

matty draws a hand out, catching hers and drawing her to him. she balances herself with two hands on his shoulders, blinking up at him. here she goes again, practically begging him to kiss her with some flutter of eyelashes.

‘i like the halo,’ he says, flicking it. she scowls, replacing the halo again. ‘you look cute.’

‘thanks.’

his hand drops to her waist, burning at the flimsy fabric. ‘we better not stain this dress. they won’t be able to recognize your costume then, angel.’ she flushes, thinking of that first party— and many more since. you hide in the crook his neck and he roars out a laugh, throat vibrating where her nose burrows. she smiles softly, kissing it. ‘i’ll keep my hands off, but i don’t know if we can trust you…’

‘hey,’ she says, looking up.

‘you’re impossible when you’re drunk.’

‘me?’ she says in faux-affront, as though she didn’t become some sort of superhuman glue any time red wine lingered on her tongue, sticking and sticking to his side.

‘alright, let’s go before george accuses us of ditching setting up to fool around.’

she snorts. ‘what could have possibly given him that idea, right?’ matty smirks, rounding the car. she holds the door handle, watching the little princesses and marios knocking on doors, sugared-up gullets smiling wide. something pinches in her heart. she bites her cheek, then sighs, opening the car door and stepping through.

‘what?’ matty says immediately, always some strange way of reading her. it doesn’t spook her nearly as much as it used to, doesn’t unnerve her from the inside-out.

‘nothing,’ she waves away. ‘it just seems fun.’

he frowns. ‘what does?’

‘being all dressed-up, going door to door, asking for candies.’ she vaguely gestures outside. on the sidewalk, a mother high-fives a tiny witch, rubbing her hair with a laugh.

‘you’ve never trick-or-treated?’

she gives him a deadpan look. ‘you mean the devil’s holiday that encourages gluttony and demonic activities?’ halloween was spent the same every year; hiding in a silent house with the lights off and the blinds shut, as though evil spirits could sense them through the cracks and rob their soul if they dared acknowledge it.

matty’s eyes soften at her. he reaches a hand out, warming her thigh. ‘well, i’m the devil,’ he waves to his silly horns, ‘so we have to celebrate.’

she gives him a humorous look. ‘what? go trick-or-treating at our age?’

he nods solemnly. ‘yes.’

‘what about the party?’

matty waves her away, already getting out of the car. ‘who cares?’

‘well, george.’ still, she’s opening the door, a giddy energy in her limbs. she jumps out as matty retrieves two plastic bags from the back of his dirty van.

‘c’mon,’ he says, already walking towards the first house of the street she runs behind him, laughing.

‘are we really doing this?’ she whispers, like this was a crime.

‘why wouldn’t we?’

he walks the stairs decidedly, uncaring of the looks parents give him. she pinches her thumb awkwardly, though not enough to hurt. she stands on the porch, unsure. she throws him a glance; he rings the doorbell.

a flushed-cheeked woman opens up. her eyes draw up to their height, a surprised oh leaving her mouth. matty stares at her. her eyes widen before she smiles at the woman. ‘trick or treat?’ her grin stretches strangely over her lips, as though it, too, didn’t know if it should be here.

the woman grins. ‘still kids at heart, huh?’

‘that’s right, ma’am,’ matty nods.

in their stretched out bags, she drops three pieces of candies each. this time, her grin brightens her face. ‘thanks!’

‘have a goodnight, kids!’ the woman cheers, then closes the door.

‘i can’t believe we did that,’ she whispers to him, jumping down each stair. matty laughs, shaking his head. he reaches into his bag, pulling out a lollipop, taking off the plastic, and sucking it into his mouth. her eyebrows raise. ‘you’re not gonna wait?’

‘why would i?’

decidedly, she takes a mini pack of gummy bears, ripping it open and biting off the first one’s head. the sugar fills her mouth. she laughs. ‘oh, this is fun.’

‘yeah?’

she smiles at him. ‘yes. thanks.’

he grins, throwing an arm around her shoulder and tugging her to his side. ‘anything for you, angel.’ they walk up the stairs of the next house.

#pfms fluff Rare sight #any lottiecrabie fluff actually #pray for my soul #blurb #crablurb #halloween #ask

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