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wormdebut · 6 months
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KISS YOUR KNUCKLES (BEFORE YOU PUNCH ME IN THE FACE)
Read Here! Rated E Word Count 15,595
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This Fic means Everything To Me. Please for the love of god read your tags and Thank You Always for your Support. I am so excited for y’all to have this.
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no1ryomafan · 4 months
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We’re gonna ignore the fact it’s nearly 3 am while I type this but I’m gonna for once embrace my true cringe-I say as cringe is dead-and admit at least here since I said it on twit but not everyone follows me there that I’ve been cooking up a getter crossover fic with mega man ZX of all things. Why? Well next to mega man being what truly sparked my obsession for robots and ZX is my favorite series of the franchise there is a scary amount of similarities between the two that a crossover unironically fucking works well. Like I don’t think it was anything intentional, ZX definitely has some mecha influence like every other mega man series but it was more so (obviously) inspired off of toku if we focus on an genre in Japan. However both in a way can be boiled down to “humanity’s future is tied directly to machines” and “destiny is my path to choose” in terms of narrative themes so they legit stick together sososso well.
(also I noticed like- Arma!Kei and Go and Ashe and Grey are almost scarily fucking similar minus Ashe&Grey actually getting to know each other since that sadly doesn’t happen-in the manga they do meet but they aren’t related rip-in game but I might need to save that for a different post even though it’s not at all in the au since there’s no place for it I just I rotate it constantly)
Me and my beta reader were so insane enough that for nearly a YEAR we figured out this au because it was just “what if ryoma but in ZX” for the longest fucking time I’m not fucking exaggerating because it’s a semi trend of mine to want to throw ryoma into other series even if I’ve mostly restrained myself with this 💀 But when the fic is up I will likely be tagging it under ZXG so it’s easy to organize so yeah.
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puppyeared · 2 years
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!!! i always love seeing doodles of your ocs and reading the tags ab their silly little storys theyre all incredebly deliughtfull even though i cant rember anyones name but everytime the shadow guy and pink puppy show up im like!!! aww hell yeahh shadow guy and pink puppy person this is awsome :]]]
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YYOU GUYS…. 🥺🥺
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croakings · 2 years
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y'know. despite everything. i do find it a little bit funny that an increasingly prevailing opinion of the left is "only idiot liberals bother to vote"
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xxsabitoxx · 6 months
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Drunk!Satoru thoughts ~ 18+
Drunk Satoru would get wasted off of half a spiked seltzer. This bitch would be white girl wasted, sobbing in the corner of the room asking you if you’d still love him if he was a worm. He’s gonna be a whiny little bitch and so utterly sensitive. Even you caressing his arm will have him whimpering and whining.
You could ask drunk Satoru to sit on your lap… no better yet STRADDLE your lap and he’s doing it with enthusiasm. Doesn’t mater that he’s taller and bigger than you, he will put all of his weight on you and nearly crush you with the force of his love.
Sloppy make outs with drunk Satoru will always lead to sloppy fucking. Sloppy because he’s too far gone to actually be on top in any capacity, he’s relying on you to ride his dick till you’re done and will not be able to assist you in any capacity.
Sloppy because you’re equally as drunk and cannot bounce on his lap without his assistance after a while. So it turns into this wet mess of just half heartedly bouncing while primarily grinding your hip down on his.
Drunk Satoru is practically sobbing as you ride his dick, not stopping even after he has cum because he’s still fucking hard and you want to milk him for everything he’s worth. Either that or you’ll pass out first.
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moth-mayh3m · 1 year
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god i love him so much. i keep seeing the usual like mlm yearning tag posts come up and they all make me think of him. no one else.
it is a sad sad day to be someone with physical touch as a love language and not be able to see your boyfriend/j
waaaaaa
i miss holding hands with him and hugging him and its literally only been a week since we last saw each other in person
me want kiss (local man BANNED from kiss kiss) (why did i type this)
(the backspace button is right there but i feel like im doing a disservice to the true nature of the joke if i just delete it)
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Hi! Welcome Back To 3 Am Shitposting with Myles "The Moth" Mayhem ❗❗❗
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dr3c0mix · 11 months
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hi hii❕️❕️just recebtly started reading your work and I am OBSESSED with Dorik (yknow the demon that reader's friends and them summoned and basically caused their immediate death)
Would you please do a part 2❔️
maybe one where Dorik and the reader settle down in the reader's home❔️ (what if they sleep in the same bed and Dorik curls onto them like a cat❔️Or would he hug the reader close to him❔️、waah❕️so many options❕️)
thank you and have a good day❕️❕️💘
Demon x GN Reader pt. 2
CW: smut, somnophilia, stalker/creep behaviour, dub-con
🔥 Dorik's been with you for about a month since your little meeting. You tried your hardest to get him to leave, rituals you looked up online, holy water, rosaries, salt, everything! He finds a way to worm back into your life.
🔥 Any attempts at kicking him out of your house was met with him waiting outside your windows or doors banging and scratching to be let back inside. "What a funny prank master! You really fooled me! I won't be so gullible next time!" He'd say with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
🔥 You gave up on trying to get rid of him and accepted that you're stuck with this clingy mess of a demon.
🔥 He calls himself your loyal servant so you supposed it wouldn't hurt to have a little help around the house, considering how busy you've been, you don't have much time to clean up your house.
🔥 He was more than happy to help out! Doing the laundry, cleaning, cooking. "Anything to make my master happy!"
🔥 In return however, he's wants nothing more than your unwavering attention. Even just a light pat on the head or a fleeting compliment sent him over the moon. His tail swishing around frantically as he giggled to himself how good he's been for his master. "Master is pleased with my work! I did good today!"
🔥 Dorik doesn't need to sleep, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to! He'd ask time and time again if he'd be allowed to sleep with you in your bed, maybe even watch you? It's for protection! What if someone tries to hurt you when you're at your most vulnerable! He will not have it!
🔥 Eventually you relented, patting the side of your bed for him to lie down in, he wasted no time to make a mess of your bed, rolling around in your soft sheets and making somewhat of a nest for the two of you. It's fine though, you could ask him to fix it in the morning.
🔥 He'd pull you into a warm cuddle, wrapping his arms around you as if you were a soft teddy bear. "Master feels so soft, soft and cuddly!"
🔥 No matter how much you try to wriggle out of his grasp, he was too strong. He'd only giggle and bury his face in your hair as you squirmed under him.
🔥 If you'd wake up in the middle of the night, you'd be met with either soft purring from Dorik or his black eyes staring at you without blinking.
🔥 Surprisingly, he's a great cook. It took a while for you to trust his cooking as you wouldn't know if he poisoned it or not, but after you started to trust him, you never had to worry about buying food for yourself.
🔥 The weather grew a bit cold, and you started worrying about Dorik only having pants and nothing else, so you offered him one of your sweaters to keep him warm. He dropped the broom he was holding and took the soft clothing from your hands and stared at it.
🔥 Suddenly his eyes started watering. You placed a hand on his shoulder and asked if he was ok. He nodded and pulled you into a tight hug. He sobbed tears of joy onto your shirt, it was unusually warm.
🔥 "Master has never given me a gift before! I shall cherish it forever!"
🔥 He wears it all the time now, bringing the soft fabric to his face once in a while happily.
🔥 Dorik is a bit clueless when it comes to modern culture, he was so surprised when you opened your tv for the first time. "How is this painting moving? You must be a powerful witch if you can make such wonderful magic!"
🔥 You'd bring him to certain places if it had a large number of cosplayers, then he wouldn't be in any danger of getting caught.
nsfw under the cut !!
🔥 He's a bit of a creep too, whenever you're out and he can't follow because you're at college or work, he'd be busy sniffing and drooling over your clothes. He'd take in your sweet scent like a drug, his eyes half-lidded as he grips onto your underwear. he can feel his cock twitch with every intake of your musk.
🔥 The more time he spent with you, the more his admiration and loyalty morphed into something more than that of a servant.
🔥 He started daydreaming about you when you weren't there, fantasizing of him kissing you, burying his cock in you, making you his, covering you with his marks to show how much he loves you.
🔥 He can't help himself! You were just so nice to him, even when he's supposed to serve you, you'd offer him food you'd bring home, you let him sleep with you, you gave him one of your clothes! That must mean you love him back!
🔥 You had a very long shift that day and you came back a little later than expected. You unlocked the door and saw Dorik already smiling widely at you, pulling you into a hug. "Master! You're finally home! I've already run you a bath!"
🔥 You thank him and put down your bags, taking off your coat and shows as you headed to the bathroom.
🔥 Dorik waited from behind the door and could only imagine what you'd look like bare, nothing on but perhaps your undergarments, the ones he's smelled time and time again.
🔥 He scrambled to get out of the way of the door as he heard it unlock and you came out with a towel on. He blushed at your bare shoulders as you disappeared again into the bedroom. He could feel his pants getting tighter as he thought of the two of you in your little nest, fucking and loving on eachother.
🔥 The lock clicked open again and you opened the door to let him in. His eyes widened as he saw what you were wearing, a loose, baggy shirt which revealed one of your shoulders and tight shorts that left little to the imagination. He happily rushes to your side as you sleepily lie down in the mess of blankets and pillows.
🔥 "No reading this time Master?"
🔥 "Yeah...I'm a bit tired, we can read more Dante's Inferno tomorrow..." You yawn as you nuzzle into your blankets.
🔥 The room was dim, and the air was filled with your scent. He couldn't help but feel a romantic atmosphere as you drifted off the sleep.
🔥 His eyes wandered all over your body then suddenly stopped at your ass, he moved a bit closer, rubbing your side, then travelling a bit lower until you started stirring, now lying on your back, your legs now opened. Dorik felt like his head was spinning as he carefully pulled your shorts and underwear down, revealing your sex.
🔥 He licked his lips as he lowered himself to your crotch, his long tongue beginning to lick a stripe up your genatalia.
🔥 You moaned in you sleep as he went deeper, his mouth and tongue how engulfing your sex, exploring every part of your privates with his wet organ.
🔥 Before you could cum, he pulled himself off of you and positioned his hard cock to your entrance.
🔥 He placed his forehead to yours as his dick slowly and carefully slid inside of you, your walls hugging his prick so nicely, he had to stop himself from crying out in pleasure.
🔥 His hips thrust slowly into you before getting faster and more desperate. He held you head next to his chest as he took in the scent of your aroused state.
🔥 Suddenly you wake up to the sensation of Dorik's cock ramming into you as he held you close, you thought it was just a wet dream you were having but the pleasure you were feeling felt very much like reality.
🔥 "D-Dorik!" You moaned, he pulls back a bit to look at you with hearts as his pupils and slurs lovingly; "I'm so sorry master! But you were so cute in bed! So soft, so warm, so good!" he groans as his thrusts get faster.
🔥 You cling onto him, moaning into his ear to go faster, how good it felt, how good he was, all the praise brought him over the edge and he released his load into you, kissing you passionately with his long tongue.
🔥 He pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you and he smiles, falling onto your chest.
🔥 He rolls onto his side and pulls you with him, now cuddling you in bed and massaging your thighs and back.
🔥 "You were amazing master!...So good..." He mutters, clearly drunk from the sex you two shared.
🔥 You giggled and nuzzle into his embrace.
🔥 You suddenly felt the cock in your hole harden once again.
🔥 "Are you ready for round two master?" he looks at you with a smile.
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yes i forgot his tattoos shush i was tired
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bigfatbimbo · 1 month
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Cutely begs on hands and knees for more perv vox…
Pretty please?
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God, fucking bet because he is literally an obsessive freak in canon so… yeah.
Would he be above sniffing your panties? No he wouldn’t, as stated before he’s a fucking freak. Like if you catch him doing though…
Imagine he’s over at your place or something and he sees a pair of your panties on the floor. Now, any normal person would leave them be but Vox is far from normal.
Instead he goes over, picks them up, and he can’t even help it. He’s fucking obsessed with you. So, he glances over his shoulder cautiously, and brings them up to his screen.
Obviously he didn’t look hard enough because that’s when he hears your voice coming from only a few feet behind him. “Having fun, Vox?”
And then he’d momentarily panic, and probably awkwardly laugh out a response while trying pocket your panties. However, you caught him too off guard for him to be slick. So, acting fast, you stop his hand right before it dives into his pocket, and catch it midair.
Now, he’d start to internally freak out because genuinely he has no idea how you’ll react. Probably already considering hypnotizing you into forgetting the whole situation when you start to laugh. A terrible all-knowing ‘oh, you don’t know the can of worms you just opened’ type laugh.
So, what do you do? Make him wear those panties while you tease him, and jerk him off, obviously. It’s absolutely humiliating for him, and your comments don’t make it any better.
“Such a pretty little freak, looking so slutty in my panties,” or “Wow, what would anyone say if they saw you like this? A respected overlord crying out of embarrassment, while wearing my lacey underwear.”
He’d be fucking rolling. Make sure to get it in his head that he’s a useless whore, a depraved slur, a freak, a pervert, pathetic. He’ll be whining and moaning for you to stop being so mean.
Fuck, you know, maybe you should even make him cry too. It wouldn’t be hard, just palming him through the underwear, sliding it aside to jerk him off tantalizingly. He’d be glitching out, arching his back, and practically sobbing if you throw mean words into the mix.
But hey, it’s nothing the little freak doesn’t deserve, right?
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opalopera · 12 days
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tw;; stepcest, humiliation, unprepared sex, blood, dubcon, protective older step-brother, bttm male reader, minors, ageless blogs dni!!
older brother who was so happy he has a new lil brother after ur parents made it official !! but so sad because you're so standoffish and awkward... constantly shutting him out - paying more attention to your phone than he or your parents... ( a bit of a stretch, he's v dramatic... ) cmon lil bro... he knows ur better than that... so, invading your privacy and searching your phone while fighting you off while they're gone to figure out what's so entertaining... your poor lil flustered form smaller than he is trying soo hard to get your phone back!!! you jackass!! fucking give it back-!!
"christ, my little bro sure is a fucking slut..." grumbling to himself while going through all of your chats - all of your horny messages sent to your online friends and acquaintancesㅡblood shooting straight to his cock at your descriptive paragraphs about how you touch yourself to s-some stranger?!!! he wants these messages sent to himself!!! and - pictures-?! "some stranger gets to see your hole before i do?!" he splutters in shock without meaning to say such things, but yes, he was right, wasnt he ?? you were talking so disgustingly to strangers on the internet !! this is what you've been doing all this time on your phone ??!! you were so gross !! hes sure to tell you that while trapping you against the couch...
"s,, stop it. give me my phone back." trying so hard to act stern and aloof, but y,,you cannot refute the feeling of warmth spreading along your groin,,, you refused to beg, but you weren't opposed to it...
"you're so fucking gross, bro..." - him hovering over you, knee inbetween your legs and hand by your head propping himself up on the couch so brazenly,,, you were crying. looking up at him, yet unable to make eye contact, face burning with embarrassment and all squirmy to get away from your horrible older brotherㅡ! he frowns, taking in your sobbing form trying to keep a straight face... its all you were, a pathetic mess...
"hey, hey... it's okayy, alright?? you're fine..." cooing at you like hushing a frightened baby animal - and quick to restrain your squirming figure, giving you a harsh squeeze around your wrist accompanied by a mean glare, "stop moving." his voice takes a dark turn, a low baritone... so cruelly glaring at you with an erection, you could barely take him serious -
"you don't want me to tell mom and dad, do you?" he shakes your phone in hand, feigning sorrow as he pouts his lips,, his huge hand worming in-between your legs and fondling your soft cock through your sweatpants,,, so, fucking his lil bro into the couch as punishment for such disgusting behavior,,, "ur not gonna tell anyone... i'll know. and i'll tell mom n dad how many people you sent pictures of your dick to..." positioning your camera to catch your fucked out, drooling n tearful visage as he keeps your leg hiked against your chest, so tight - a pitiful virgin you were, yet so perverted!!! blood and his cum as a lube - making it even easier to slip in and out of your tight unused hole... your dick drooling against your abdomen,,,
"c'mon, put on a smile... you don't want them to question why you're all upset, right?" he grinned playfully, a gentle warning in his narrowed eyes as he squeezes on your inner thigh - managing a soft, "m-mhm.." and trying ur best to smile for big bro,,, hnnfgh
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charliemwrites · 3 months
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Part 9 of Charmed Slasher Simon
(CW: this is all basically noncon. Like, yeah they had a “deal” but it’s not like it was agreed on in good faith ya know? Stay safe while reading, please, and let me know if this warning needs to be more descriptive)
You shake as Simon trails his fingers absently along your tummy, amused by the way it twitches, tickling and frightened in equal measures. So much he wants to do to you, but only so much you’ll be able to take for this first little triste.
Besides, though not long for this world, there’s only so much he wants that little worm to see of you.
“You ever spend so long fantasizing about something that when the moment finally comes, you’re just spoiled for options?” he muses aloud, pinching your nipples through your thin shirt. He can hear the high pitched noises trapped in the back of your throat, tsks at the denial.
“I’m usually a decisive man, you know that, sunshine. But all the things I want to do to you…”
You squirm when he pinches a bit harder, adding a little twist. He shuffles his knee between your thighs and pulls you back, making you grind against his thigh with every involuntary twitch and shudder.
“Could bruise this pretty ass for running out into the snow like that, reckless thing.” You jolt when he palms the plush fat of one cheek. “Or I could just torture your tight little hole. Leave that pretty pussy aching…”
You make a noise like a sob as his thumb rubs through the layers of your pants and underwear. You try to lean away but he’s got such a tight grip on your wrists that all it does is arch your back.
He inches his fingers over the crest of your hip again, dips back to your swollen clit and soaked cunt. Hell, you’re even wetter than before, a sticky line running down your thigh, fabric clinging to overheated skin. He groans against your throat, has to see it for himself.
You try to protest as he yanks your waistbands down to mid thigh, but he quiets you with those same two fingers stuff in your mouth, teeth scraping his knuckles. You nearly gag as he pets the back of your tongue, imagines how it’ll feel against the fat head of his cock.
In the firelight, you’re gleaming, something out of a fever dream. He leans you back farther and forces your legs wider with his own, lets the heat caress at the insides of your thighs, the creamy slick webbing between your lips.
“Fuck, maybe I should just play with this, huh?” He rasps. “Watched you do it so many times. You don’t know how to edge yourself properly, luv. Always let yourself give in too soon.”
You make a startled noise, huge, watery eyes finding his. He chuckles at the mortified question in them, teases his fingertips over your slit.
“Yeah, sunshine. I watched you fuck this pretty pussy, cryin’ ‘n pleadin’ for me,” he purrs in your ear. “Took everythin’ in me to let you have your fun, to keep from showin’ you how it’s done…”
He circles a finger over your clit, a barely-there brush that makes your pretty wet lashes flutter. Over and over, watches that flush bloom steadily over your face, down your neck. The haze glossing over your eyes.
“How about that, hm? We’ll start from the beginning and work our way through my list.”
He slips his fingers from your mouth, watches you lick unconsciously at the taste of him lingering on your lips.
“Y-you’re not gonna…?”
He tilts his head, narrows his eyes. Fills in the blanks and can’t help growling.
“Oh, you want me to hurt you, is that it?” he asks. “You want - no, you need an excuse to hate me. You’re hoping I tear you up so that you have an easy out for all these confusing feelings.”
You try to babble out a denial but the shock in your eyes is all the confirmation he needs. He tamps down his anger by dragging his teeth along your neck, working a dark mark into the skin.
You don’t know any better, he reminds himself. But you will.
“Don’t you worry, luv, there will be plenty of punishment for you,” he rumbles. “But you’re going to beg me for it.”
You open your mouth, maybe to deny it, but he pinches your sensitive little clit between two fingers and revels in the way you squeal.
He instantly soothes the ache with gentle circles, trailing kisses along your jaw. Tastes fresh salt on your skin.
“Best save your tears, precious,” he warns, smirking. “You’ll need them.”
He parts your lips with two fingers, leaving you open and exposed, groaning through his teeth at the sight of you. Wet and swollen, so needy for him. You try to buck away when he rubs a finger over your clit, firm strokes up and down.
“If you don’t stay still and take it like a good girl, I’ll tie you down and make you be a good girl.”
You duck your chin, eyes squeezed miserably shut as you try to lock down your body. It’s ridiculously endearing, how you wiggle and then catch yourself, breath hitching as you wait for him to lose patience. He hums whenever you start getting to squirmy, delights in the way you shiver and sink your teeth into your lip. Settle down only for him to change the tempo or the pattern and ruin all your self control.
He amuses himself drawing patterns all over your pulsing clit - circles and stars. Hearts that make your eyes roll back in your head. Zig zags from your weeping hole up to the very top of your slit.
It takes a while for you to truly approach your orgasm with the way he denies you a proper rhythm to build on. But he notices the moment you finally start to reach that peak, not even his reminder to hold still can keep you from twitching and rocking, helpless little jolts of your hips.
He coos. “So desperate to finish. Is it because you think I’ll be done with you once you do?”
You don’t answer, too busy trying to get more friction, more pressure. He lets you rush right up to the edge and then stops, skipping down to circle your hole. Luxuriates in the fresh flood of wetness coating your thighs. It yanks you back like a dog on a leash, your orgasm right there but just out of reach.
You don’t even seem to realize what’s happened for a second, mouth hanging open and a cute little furrow between your brow. When he chuckles, teasing up to that sensitive bundle of nerves again, it seems to click. You shoot him a dismayed look, the most precious hint of betrayal lurking in your glassy irises.
“N-no…” you nearly beg.
He smirks, nips at your puffy bottom lip. “You can say no if you like. Or even stop. We had a deal, though, didn’t we?”
“R-Riley…”
You scream when he spanks your pussy. Not nearly as hard as he craves, but it sends pretty streamers of tears down your hot cheeks. Another, two fingers directly to your clit. You nearly crumple, only his hold on your wrists keeping you upright.
“My real name, sunshine, or I’ll give you a reason to say no,” he warns.
“S-Simon,” you whimper, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
He shushes you, petting apologetically at your throbbing core.
“I know, luv, I know. But you’ll never learn if I don’t teach you right.”
The tears don’t stop as he drags you right up to the edge again, bullying through the lingering sting of getting spanked with overwhelming pleasure. When he pulls back a second time, you start up the “no’s” again, voice shattered into pathetic little pieces.
“That’s alright,” he murmurs, “say whatever you need to get you through, I won’t be mad.”
He gets you so so close once again, cock twitching against your ass as it grinds back against him. But he lightens his touch, not stopping but not letting you fall, easing the pressure up and up and up until even the slightest graze would break you.
Instead, he pulls away entirely to squeeze at the plush of your thighs and hips, cooing over the way they shake for him.
“Simon,” you sob, tucking into his chest. He slows his touches, watching you try to curl into him, chest burning with something bloodier than love. “Simon, please. It hurts.”
He hums, sliding his hand back up to your pussy, massaging your labia. Careful not to touch your needy clit.
“It hurts, hm?” he croons, unable to keep the mean pleasure from his voice. “It wasn’t supposed to. Where does it hurt?”
You hiccup, sniffle. “M-my… my…”
“Tell me, sunshine, or I can’t make it better.”
You fold a bit, bounce, almost like a tantrum. So out of control on sensation and emotion that you can’t keep it together as you form the words.
“M-my pussy. It — I need…”
He hums again, fingers trailing down to your hole. Teases his finger at your entrance and feels it spasming around nothing.
“So empty,” he breathes. “Is that it, luv? Your little cunt is aching to be filled?”
You shudder on a cry but nod, face hidden against his neck. He lets you, far too endeared by your attempts to find comfort from the man torturing you in the first place.
“Hurts,” you repeat.
“Do you hate me yet?” he mocks.
You keen softly. “Y-yes.”
A tap to your clit again. If you weren’t so strung out you’d probably even find it pleasurable but right now it makes you writhe and beg him to stop.
“Dont lie,” he warns, voice low, “where are my good girl’s manners?”
“���M sorry,” you whine.
“One more time now - do you hate me yet?”
Your words seem to get caught up in your throat so you shake your head. Hes tempted - so, so tempted - to make you admit it aloud. But he doesn’t want to be too mean, not yet.
“Good girl,” he whispers, “that’s my girl. You want me to make you feel better now?”
You sniffle again, lean back into him a bit more. “Please.”
“There we go,” he praises, “nice and polite. I’ll take care of you, luv.”
Your body is so ready that it’s nothing for him to slide a finger into you, slick already running down his palm.
“N-no no,” you mumble.
“No what? I’m making you feel better.”
“‘S not — need more. Please, please, Simon.”
It’s hearing his real name in your small, reedy voice that finally appeals to what little mercy he has. He fits two fingers into your cunt and curves them to rub your silky walls.
“Fuck, you’re tight, sunshine,” he groans through his teeth. “You’re gonna choke my cock.”
You squeal as he starts rocking his hand, fucking you at an easy pace, getting you accustomed to the new stimulation. Starts building up your orgasm again, piece by moaning piece, finding every spot that makes your back bow with pleasure.
“Please, please, lemme cum this time Simon, I’ll be good, I promise.”
He huffs in amusement, caressing his thumb over your crossed wrists.
“Oh baby, you don’t have a choice.”
He flattens his palm against your core and pumps his fingers faster, harder. The heel of his hand grinds against your clit with each twitch of his wrist. You get tighter and tighter, voice pitching up and up, until your entire body goes taut, walls clamping down almost painfully.
He strokes you through it, brutal and relentless until you’re screaming at him to stop. That it’s too much. He releases your wrists to wrap his hand around your throat, obsessed with how delicate it feels in his palm. Just the slightest squeeze of his fingers and your eyes roll back. The second orgasm gushes from your abused cunt, all over his wrist and your thighs, dripping puddles onto the carpet.
He loosens his hold slowly, work you over through it, feeling you squeeze and pulse with aftershocks.
When he glances at your pretty, flushed, and tear-stained face, your eyes are shut. Out cold.
He chuckles and gently lays you out closer to the fire, grabs a pillow from a nearby chair to set under your head. Lingers for a moment, rubbing over your back, massaging gently at your shoulders. Your wrists are already bruising.
Then a muffled noise calls his attention.
Brandon.
“Now the second half of the deal.”
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lalunanymph · 6 months
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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊
꒰ or, gojo decides to spend a bit more time with you in the morning before duty calls ꒱
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tw. mentions of babies, unprotected sexy times, gojo is a simp but so are you for him, mild spoilers for jjk 236, pre shibuya arc (like literally the day before halloween), language, established relationship, petnames (baby, pumpkin, sweetheart), 2.3k words worth of FLUFF (copium) because we all need it after the jjk leaks (sob)
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Gojo never believed in angels, but he liked to believe that you were an exception.
Like those celestial beings, you came to him in the nick of time when he was the most self-destructive after losing his best friend to a spiralling, cursed madness. You had bumped into him one day during his excursion downtown; your sugary sweet smile coupled with your honest, open expression drew him in and the rest, as they say—is history.
You see, the great Gojo Satoru rarely had anyone genuine in life and the one time he did, he had lost his entire boyhood and innocence within a year. 
“Satoru?” 
You shifted in his arms, knocking him out of his dark thoughts.
It was the night before Halloween, and while the world was getting ready to celebrate everything fantastical and spooky, Gojo wanted to take a moment to enjoy this little slice of normalcy with you by his side. 
“Yes, pumpkin?” Satoru’s voice was woozy, thick with sleep. 
He had barely slept since he was a teenager, but in your bed, he had always knocked out like a baby. 
The strongest sorcerer felt your tiny fingers in his hair, and could sense the warmth of your smile directed at him. 
“It’s almost eight.” 
He scrunched his nose, a pout worming onto his plush lips. “And?” 
Patiently, you exhaled out a sigh. “And you have to go to school to teach? Did you forget?”
For a split second, Gojo thought he could’ve teared up. Your innocence and your insistence wrangled his emotions out of tune; how you believed he was a simple high school teacher when he wasn’t even remotely normal. 
“I can step in a bit later, sweetheart.” 
He wasn’t used to this—emotions. Gojo was notorious for figuratively and literally putting a wall up between himself and the world. He never thought someone would ever break them down and pull him out into the light, all while wearing the prettiest smile. 
“Hmm,” you hummed, and shifted closer to snuggle up deeper into his embrace. “Then, I guess we can spare a few more minutes.”
Even with his physical eyes closed and his Six Eyes technique not activated, he could imagine the cheekiness lighting up your expression. 
“My, my, what are you suggesting, pumpkin?” 
Gojo felt your lips in the hollow of his neck, and his smirk deepened. 
“Satoru…”
It was the little things about you that could turn him on. Gojo Satoru didn’t need fancy lingerie, or a candlelit dinner for his heart (and cock) to swoon over you. Everything from your voice to your scent had the power to make him weak in the knees, and he couldn’t deny you, especially when you sound this needy and breathy. 
Prying his eyes open, he was greeted by the bare curve of your spine peeking from underneath the quilted blanket. The familiar shape of it soothed his worries and reminded him that you were here—you were still alive and willing to love him. 
“C’mere, pumpkin.” Gojo dragged you on top of his body, letting you splay out all over his chest and thighs. 
Your hair fell into your face and you impatiently huffed it out of your eyes, giving him a mock glare. 
“Satoru—”
“Ssh,” he whispered, holding your cheeks in his larger, paler hands, as if he were a jeweller studying a diamond under bright light. “I wanna see you.” 
“I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.”
“That’s the best part.”
“You’re gross.” 
All this banter was getting him hard, and he fought back the urge to snicker. “Hmm. What else am I, pumpkin?” 
Scrunching your brow, you searched through your mind to find another adjective or set of words which would describe Gojo Satoru. But, whatever you said next exceeded his expectations. 
“You’re complicated.” 
Without missing a beat, Gojo snorted. “Complicated? How?” 
You pondered over it, and he gave you space to ruminate.
“You’re…” you trailed off, pink manicured nail tapping his broad pec. “You hide yourself from the world—that’s the best I can describe it.” 
He opened his mouth, but you beat him to the punch, over-explaining yourself. 
“No—wait. I meant like, you only show the world what you want them to see. You’re funny, you’re outspoken and fun… but, I feel like there’s a part of you that deserves to also be seen in the light, y’know? A part you think people will judge you for, but it’s completely understandable to have that part because you’re human.”
I’m not, he thought, but kept the words to himself. I’m not human enough for you. 
Instead, he plastered on a huge grin. “Look at you getting all philosophical in the morning. The sex must’ve been pretty good last night, huh?” 
You rolled your eyes, discreetly grabbing your pillow and smacking his stupid, handsome face with it. Gojo yelped, trying to avoid your blows, but made you believe you were faster than him. The white-haired sorcerer retaliated by grabbing another pillow and hitting you in the chest with it, appreciating how your tits jiggled and your stomach folded forward in peals of giggles. 
Your laughter echoed across the walls, bouncing lovingly in the recesses of his brain. He loved how wild and free you looked now—hair flying, cheeks flushed and eyes softened with contentment. 
Gojo couldn’t help himself; he gripped your hips, pushing you back onto the bed and nestled himself in between your thighs.
You had to know this would happen—how could it not?
You looked too damn beautiful and sexy for him to resist, and Gojo was a weak, weak man after all. 
“Satoru—” your hitched breath melts into a moan, back arching at the sensation of his cock sliding through your folds. They were still sticky from last night’s activities; blooming open for this morning’s debauchery.
“Yeah?” he murmured, those crystal blue eyes drowning with love. “You want this?” 
You give a needy, little nod in response. 
“Fuck, gonna give it to you, baby.” 
Gojo flushed with pride at how you tilted your hips upwards, murmuring a teary little yelp that smoothed out a honeyed moan when he pushed the first inch inside of you. 
“Almost there, pumpkin. You can take it, sweetheart, I know you can.” His voice oozed with saccharine sympathy, but those devilish eyes spoke another truth. 
You nodded, wanting to be a good girl for him—the best girl. 
“Nngh, yes, Satoru—oh!” 
Gojo bottomed out with a low groan, feeling your walls ripple around his throbbing length. Your chest was flushed with need, your glassy eyes half-mast and drinking in his twisted grin. 
“Fuck… so good… feels too good…” 
Satoru moaned like a man lost in a drunken stupor. He felt every ridge and bump of your precious insides; every nudge of his tip catching against your g-spot. With you, Gojo didn’t have to pretend or put his walls up; he was bare and open to the world, vulnerable for the first time in his life. 
It was terrifying in the most twisted way, gratifying in a beautiful one.
You made all these feelings bloom in his chest, like the first flower breaking through frozen ground after a torrid winter. Every time Satoru thought the world had wrung him dry, here was an angel that showed him there was more to life than being the strongest and the most self-sacrificing. In your embrace, he was wanted, cherished.
Loved. 
Satoru choked back a sob at the thought, and it came out as a low moan. 
“Fuck, Y/N… mine. All mine. All of me…”
He hid his face into your hair, inhaling the sweet strawberry shampoo wafting from your locks. It reminded him so much of innocence; of home. 
Satoru was home whenever he was with you.
Gojo had made love to you a hundred times before, but this time, it felt different. The air was tainted with a strange sense of desperation, like you both wanted to mark each other up as best as you both could. 
You left red lines down his back which would swell into welts and he was desirous enough to catch his teeth into your soft skin, right under your jaw, sucking and making his mark there. 
He grasped your hips, bracing back on his haunches. In this position, he could clearly see his cock easing in and out of you, drenched in your slick and desperation. 
“Satoru,” you hiccuped, and Gojo’s brilliant blue eyes widened behind his frosty white bangs when you started to rub shaky circles onto your clit. 
“Fuck,” he exhaled, using one hand to push back the hair from his face. The sight of his handsome yet flushed features was so unbearably hot, you involuntarily clenched down on him. “Wish you could see me the way I see you—you’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.” 
Coming from someone who could rival Adonis himself, this comment was gold. A trembling giggle bubbled past your swollen lips, and you swore you could've loved Gojo Satoru for a thousand lifetimes to come. 
“Y-you’re one to talk.” 
His plump lips stretched into a grin, your words stroking his ego.
“Eh? Wait, I didn’t hear you. Say that again.” 
Covering your face with the pillow you squeaked out a muffled, “No!” Satoru laughed, pulling the pillow from your grasp and fixing you with a gooey, lovesick look.
“What did you say about my face, hmm? Maybe if you say it again, I’ll fuck you harder.” 
The promise was tempting enough for you to drop your guard down and give into him. “I… I think you’re handsome, ‘Toru.” 
“Yeah?” he picked up the pace, and the sound of his balls slapping your skin would have made a pornstar blush. “Wanna have babies that look like me?” 
Your mouth fell open into an ‘O’, the sudden shift in speed making you light-headed. “Ngh, ‘T-Toru…” 
“Fuck, seeing you with a little white-haired munchkin—swear I’m gonna make it my life’s mission, baby.” 
Stop talking, you silently pleaded. Or else I’ll hold you to that promise. 
Gripping his face, you pulled him in for a deep kiss, one which set off fireworks in your brain and fizzled down your spine to where you were intimately connected with Gojo. 
“I love you, Satoru,” you whispered, once you let him surface for air.
Gojo gasped lightly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he felt you melt all around him. “Oh, shit—”
Like a blinding white light, your orgasm stole every last coherent thought from you—slamming into you like a heavy down blanket which smothered out your desire to take this relationship slow with Gojo. 
You couldn’t hold him back when every piece of you screamed his name. You wanted to belong to him as much as he belonged to you. 
“‘Toru!”
Satoru felt you tense up, every muscle in your body on edge like you were about to jump down a high cliff. He fucked you through the build-up, watching you crumble and fall apart right at his feet so he could put you back together and love you even harder. 
The tightened knot in his belly snapped, and he instinctively raised his hips to pull out, only to be stopped by your ankles strapping around his slim waist.
“Inside,” you cried out, the most beautiful, feral look of lust on your face. “Inside of me, ‘Toru.” 
How could he deny you? Satoru was a slave to your fancies; he would move heaven and earth at your request because you cried out his name and told him to. After all, being the strongest in the world meant nothing without someone’s love to back it up. 
Love is—was—the most twisted curse of all, and Satoru would prefer to be damned for an eternity than to live without your love ever again. 
He poured his entire heart and soul deep into your womb, hitching your thighs onto his shoulders and pounding into your poor, filled pussy with everything he had. Somewhere, in the far side of his brain, he registered that you had come again—your tight shoulders and sweet squeak floating through his hazy mind. 
Satoru cried out your name like he was calling out to the heavens for a blessing, and they gave him an angel in return who cradled him in her arms, pressing his sweaty cheek into her chest. 
The both of you took a few moments to come down from the high, and you cursed the morning for becoming brighter; for the light to take him away when you wanted to share the darkness with him again. 
It was where you felt the safest with him; you knew that Satoru would destroy any harm coming your way. 
“Baby?” 
“Hmm,” he hummed.
“How long would your work trip be?” 
“Ah,” Gojo closed his eyes, basking in the warmth for a little while longer. “About a few days. It’s that stupid Shibuya teacher conference.” 
He heard you breathe out a laugh at his petulance. “Will you come back in time so we can go try that Thai restaurant down the street? You promised to take me there ages ago.”
Satoru had to hide a laugh at your whiny request, but he could never deny it. 
“Of course, baby. Scouts honour.”
“That you’ll come back home on time, or that we’ll go there for our next date night?” 
Satoru winced at the sunlight streaming in, wishing he could pull the blinds close and lay with you in bed for a little while longer; that the universe didn’t demand for him to show up in the form of such a piercing, bright nuisance. But, he ignored the burden and duty that waited for him outside of these sheets, choosing to spend this moment of peace with you.
There would be no need to rush, and such a moment of peace like this was hard to come by in his life. 
Fuck it, he thought. The world would continue spinning and even the strongest needs a moment to be weak. 
“Both,” he promised.
“I’ll come back to you, baby. You know I always do.” 
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gege when i see you on the streets it’s on sight
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junowritings · 12 days
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What about romanced Astarion reacting to the normally goody-goody Tav revealing that they stole the special potion from Araj before they left. He discovers this because Tav gives it to him as soon as they are out of sight from the blood merchant.
Oh I absolutely love this idea. Though writing this made me realize I need to put Astarion in my party more often. Went off on a bit of a tangent but I do hope you enjoy~!
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♡ Oh, the things we do for love, ey?
♡ Astarion plays nice with others in the interest of survival, and he’s made no attempts to hide that fact from you since you had really begun to bond. You on the other hand are akin to a bleeding heart, all too often going out of your way to do what you thought was right even if it meant putting yourself in harm's way as a result. At the beginning that attitude seemed pitiful - he figured it would simply end up getting you killed later down the line. And yet you’d rise, time and time again making an example of the morals that you set and surviving every encounter stronger than before. Even if your morals didn’t always align, he respected that tenacity.
♡ Even after you’d managed to worm your way into his very heart, the pair of you have butted heads more than once on the matter; at the high and mighty goody two shoes act that you face the world with. All of the reminders about doing good deeds for the sake of being good, not stealing from just anyone nor going behind others backs rummaging through personal effects for answers or loot. Not to mention all of that time spent helping others and listening to their plights as though they were your own. Honestly, darling, you really do make things harder on yourself by playing into other people’s sob stories. 
♡ Astarion never suspected that the encounter at Moonrise tower could have changed anything.
♡ He’s uncharacteristically quiet as you leave the room together after dealing with Araj, but that’s because inside Astarion is absolutely seething. A familiar feeling of disgust he’d longed hoped to quash down burns a hole deep within his chest, opening old mental wounds as though freshly torn asunder upon his flesh. He’s mad at that damned drow; the way she looked down upon him, using honeyed words that he knew were a damn farce because for fucks sake he’d been using the same tactics for well over a century. That look, that calculated appraisal as Araj gauged what the vampire spawn could offer her in exchange for her potion made his skin crawl, all too familiar with the look that spoke volumes of his value - as a means to serve her own whims and not an actual person.
♡ And then, when he’d shown reluctance, she’d turned to you, as though you’d reign him in and get him to bend to your will like some fanged pet you kept on a tight leash. Far from the truth, of course, but the lack of autonomy that Astarion felt watching the pair of you converse about him as if he wasn’t even there had him clenching his teeth hard enough that the ache in his jaw persists long afterwards.
♡ There had been a swell of satisfaction when you put your foot down on the matter, nipping her demand in the bud with a firm reminder that he had already refused her request - there was no more to discuss. The drow had gotten bored after that, uninterested in further discussion with her own desires now off the table, and Astarion was all too happy to be out of there as you trailed a few paces behind.
♡ Astarion stands by his choice, but another part of him kicks himself for turning down the reward. A moment of discomfort, to give up a piece of himself for a potion that could prove invaluable was all it could have taken. He had done it before - done it for centuries to placate that vile beast he once served - why would this be any different? A transactional relationship, one that could have given you a leg up in the battles ahead, and he’d refused. 
♡ He’s still stewing in these thoughts when a nudge breaks him from his reverie, a gentle brush of your fingers against his hand as you move into step beside your partner. Your touch is warm yet he prickles as though he’s been burned, pupils akin to pinpricks as he looks at you from the corner of his eye. He’s measuring you, for a moment. Takes in the brow furrowed and questioning eyes - not pity, concern - trying to gauge how he’s feeling. It’s a discussion for later, so Astarion dons that usual placating smile and turns to you, fully prepared to pull a spiel about that whole conversation being a waste of your perfectly good time. And then he notices.
♡ His ears perk up at a noise, the gentle slosh of something moving. Crimson eyes dart down to the source, to the hand you’d touch him with. It’s not empty - no, fingers curl tight around the corded neck of a familiar glass green bottle, and your nudge this time is more insistent as you press the bottle into the palm of his hand, urging him to take it. You relinquish the bottle to his hold, pale hands taking the glass and stirring up the liquid inside as he brings it up to get a better look. Surely this isn’t…
♡ But then sure enough you smile, a mischievous twinkle in your eye that makes his own widen as you shrug.
♡ “For you. Figured she didn’t need it anymore; since she just left it lying out in the open and all.”.
♡ The laugh comes before Astarion can stop himself - loud and unabashed from the sheer absurdity of it all. You? Actually stealing something? And for him no less! And they say that romance is dead, yet here you are wooing him one stolen novelty at a time. 
♡Hells he hadn’t even noticed that you’d swiped the damned thing - had it been when you’d turned the blood merchant down? Or back when she’d had her sights set on him? He doesn’t care for the answer, not really. He’s more impressed that you pulled it off, but Astarion certainly doesn’t miss the irony of it all. His lovely partner, casting aside your usual goody nature in favor of stealing something and getting one up on the woman who’d disrespected your lover. As if he wasn’t fond enough of you already - this was just another lovely little reminder of the lengths you’d go for him.
♡ His smile for a moment is all teeth, shoulders still shaking with the last dregs of laughter - which damn if he didn’t need - as he brings his free arm to curl around your side. The kiss pressed to your cheek is quick, vibrating with the appreciative hum that passes the spawn’s lips when you lean a little into him. Once he pulls away Astarion keeps his free hand looped around your side, the other holding the bottle up and giving the contents a dramatic little shake to show off.
♡ Perhaps he’ll keep this as a little secret; or maybe he’ll spend the rest of that night flaunting this potion teasing you for your first act of casual thievery. Whatever the outcome it’s worth the grin he flashes you as he gives a conspiratory wink and declares.
♡ “Oh my dear. We’ll make a fine miscreant of you yet!”
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queenimmadolla · 1 month
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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥
Summary: Tired of seeing Eddie with other women, you reflect on how much longer you can take it.
Warnings: no mentions of y/n, fem!reader, heavy on the angst, hurt with attempts to comfort, both reader and Eddie are bad at feelings, self-deprecation, Eddie is toxic and doesn’t know why, infidelity (but not technically), no happy ending.
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The house is quiet as the front door creaks open, you’re quick to slip inside—chill of the October air nipping at your back. The lights are all off and your arms curl around your exposed midsection. It was colder outside but still chilly in your home, your parents out of town on a romantic anniversary road trip. 
  You sigh, tossing your keys on the table to run around searching for in the morning, and make your way to your room with a quick detour at the thermostat to turn on the heat. It’s a blind fumble to reach the antique lamp, once you enter your bedroom, but you refuse to use the overhead light. It would cast your room in non-aesthetic lighting, and you’re already annoyed, pissed off and depressed enough.
  An irritated breath is huffed from your lips, top lip curling as you recall the very reason for your negative attitude, hands yanking your top right over your head. It’s only when you’re in your pajamas, faced with your own reflection as you prepare to remove the makeup that had been so empowering to put on but you can now feel on your face like an unpleasant mask, that you allow the hot tears of anger and hurt to fall. You almost want to laugh at yourself, mouth curling into a bitter smile as you swipe the ponds cream all over your face. As you massage it in, making sure to focus on your eyes, the smile wavers, corners tugging down as moisture still leaks from your clenched eyelids.
  You don’t have to be mean to yourself, you shouldn't. Not when the guy you’re in love with already does such a good job of it.
  You purse your lips, trying to hold back sobs as you recall the images of him all over a girl you didn’t know at a party he’d convinced you to go to. You couldn’t even describe her, couldn’t remember what she looked like—all you saw was your Eddie, the guy who drove you to and picked you up from work, took you on cute dates involving picnic baskets, fields, lakes, empty lots to stargaze in, nearly empty movie auditoriums so the two of you could canoodle, your tongues tasting each other as the two lovers on screen professed their undying love. 
  He even bought you stuffed animals, would pretend to give them life and personalities to go with it, all to amuse you. Did arts and fucking crafts with you. 
  But anytime you so much as brought up the status of your relationship, he’d wave it off, claiming labels were for Petri dishes, not people. 
  You were his girl and that’s all that mattered.
  It’s what you’d repeated in your head the first time you’d seen him playing with Bianca Anderson’s fingers while the two of them were tucked away in the corner of the hideout, after one of Corroded Coffin’s sets. And again when you’d stumbled out of Rick’s house party to see him laid out on the grass, his head in the lap of a former cheerleader from high school he used to admire, her head bowed to connect their lips and his hands in her hair.
  By the time he was tugging at Tina’s hair, playfully shouldering her while they stood in front of the bonfire at another gathering, you’d stopped repeating it in your head. Not even when you watched her lead him to her car.
  You lost count of how many times Eddie had made other girls his, too. 
  And like some pathetic worm with no backbone, you let him. Okay—it’s not like you could physically stop them, though tonight your drink had ended up all over him, maybe that put a little stutter in his plans. But there wouldn’t be a too if you just fucking stopped. 
  Just . . .stopped. 
  Stopped taking his calls, stopped answering your door for him, your window, let your co-worker take over the counter the moment he stepped in, stopped looking for his car, stopped thinking about him and that stupid fucking dimple, stopped thinking about how special you felt when he had your naked body pressed against his under the warmth of blankets, his rough fingertips tracing over your sweaty shoulder. How he’d always get so tender, pull you even closer and whisper how much you meant to him while pressing slow kisses to your face. How he never wanted to lose you, wouldn’t know what to do, couldn’t live. It was the sweetest agony. 
  Most of all, you wish he would stop being there in the morning, all soft breaths and fluttering lashes as he tried to be as close to you as he could, even in a deep slumber. It’s how you know he means it. He means everything he tells you. There is truth to those sweet nothings, declarations, proclamations. You know it. 
  And that’s why it all hurt so bad, because you know he cares about you as much as he says he does and he still always fucking hurts you, always breaks your heart, but because you know he cares, you’d just let him back in like some fucking clown.
  He gets to break you over and over again and you let him because he always puts the pieces back together.
  You know what people say about you—everyone knows the two of you are involved and they’d see him out and about with others. Your fumbling answers about what the two of you aren’t just make it clear to them that you’re a doormat and you can’t even deny it. Just avoid their pitiful looks thrown your way.
  After washing your face, you take a long hard look at yourself in the mirror; eyes rimmed red, lashes clustering together, face etched in misery. When you can’t stand the person on the other side of the mirror any longer, you flip the light switch and leave the bathroom, pick your favorite tape to listen to, set the volume low and slip into bed. 
  You’d teetered with the idea of smoking a little, but that would just stave off the heartbreak. Might as well feel it in the moment while you still have the sense of mind before—
  Knock, knock, knock.
  A humorless chuckle escapes you, muffled into your pillow as your eyes slip shut. Sometimes by the front door, just about always by the window. You think it’s another one of his little relationship doorstops; can’t be serious with you if he uses your window to sneak into your house, it’s much too intimate to walk through your front door. 
  Of course, he can’t let you have a moment of peace, not even when you’re down. No, he has to fix you now. That’s how the toxic cycle goes. So, dutifully, you play your part, though this time, things have changed.
  You toss the blankets off and pad over to your window but you don’t open it right away. Instead, you stare at him. Take him in.
  Eddie is in different attire, shirt and jeans swapped out for one of his old club shirts and some sweats. His hair isn’t as voluminous, it’s wet. He’d had to shower to rid himself of your wine cooler. There’s no trace of the Eddie you saw at the party, this one has eyes filled with sorrow and depth, almost like he’s known nothing else. You know better. 
  Please, he mouths through the glass. You stare a beat longer before the latch is unlocked and he’s hastily pulling it open, clambering in ungracefully. 
  As you watch him gain his footing, part of you wants to taunt yourself about how you’ve let this man, so below your league and wonderful, ruin your life. He’s hot, sure, but you're hotter. That’s just the truth. You denied it a lot at the beginning of your shitty cherished relationship, felt so insecure to have a man like him paying you attention when he can have everyone. But he was no man. And he still had everyone along with you. Those pitting glances weren’t just because of what you let him put you through, it was because they knew you could do better.
  For some reason, the idiot who got his shoe caught on the window sill is the one your heart wants. 
  God, you hate him.
  Rolling your eyes, you go back to your bed, climbing back into your warm blankets. Your back is to him, yet you can still feel his hesitance, see the look on his face, how his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. His stare is intense but it doesn’t unnerve you. Not this time. You feel the bed dip as he climbs in behind you. 
  There’s still some distance between the two of you, you can tell he’s uncertain. Then, he scuttles forward until he’s pressed to your back, arm slipping around your middle to drag you impossibly closer. 
  He’s surrounding you, the scent of Eddie’s all-in-one shampoo and body wash filling your nostrils, underlying smell of the joint he’d smoked to calm his nerves before coming over, and the cheap body spray he’d soaked himself in to try and hide it.
  “I didn’t fuck her,” he whispers, lips at your ear. “Swear I didn’t. Couldn’t.”
  You don’t say anything, just stare at the poster of Roxette pinned to your wall. His arm tightens around you and you can feel his heart hammering against your back.
  “I-I couldn’t do that to you,” he continues and you huff, that bitter smile from earlier returning. Eddie goes stiff behind you, but he has nothing to worry about. You won’t kick him out, won't toss him to the curb like you should. You both know you won’t. He knows you should, knows he hurts you and he honest to god doesn’t know why. Couldn’t tell anyone to save his own life. 
  He just—he just fucks shit up. It’s not self-sabotage because Eddie knows he risks losing you and he doesn’t want to, doesn’t ever want to exist in a world where you don’t want him, don’t want to be with him.
  But he still does it anyway. Still goes and kisses girls knowing you’re watching, does worse when you’re not. 
  The worst part—other than hurting you—is that he doesn’t even want them. Not really. Other than in that moment, Eddie couldn’t give a single shit about them beyond being a Good Samaritan. It’s you he wants all the time.
  You’re the only constant thing he needs in his life, wants around him all the time, craves, lusts after, loves, cherishes. For the rest of his life. But Eddie hurts you, and he doesn’t know why. 
  That’s why he can’t be your boyfriend. Evidently, he’d be a shit one. Not that he’s doing a spectacular job being your…whatever it is he was, whatever the two of you were. 
  Yes, he always fucks up, but he keeps part of you safe from him by not being your boyfriend. One day, you’ll leave him. 
  He knows it. It scares the shit out of him and he prays to deities he doesn’t really believe in that it won’t happen, that he’ll get this shit together and make right by you, but he knows you’ll leave him. You genuinely deserve better. 
  “I wish I didn’t know you,” Eddie tenses once more at your voice, at your statement. It’s said with nonchalance, like you were commenting on the weather. He relaxes, heart clenching in pain as he somehow holds you even tighter.
  “I know.”
  “I hate that I love you. Wish I would just stop.” You shimmy around until you’re facing him, Eddie’s hold on you loosens to allow it, and when you’re settled, he pulls you close again, your nose nudging along the neckline of his shirt.
  “I know.” He whispers out again, vision blurring with unshed tears. He loves you, too. Neither of you ever say it directly, just make references to it. 
  “I will, though. Maybe not tonight, but I won’t always love you.” It’s said with certainty. You’ll take this treatment for now, but you know you won’t forever. Despite the pathetic place you’d found yourself in tonight, again, you’re making strides. Gone was the loser who would just watch him betray you after spending the entire day making you feel like the two of you were the only ones on earth who mattered. Tonight, you’d stepped in. You were growing more self aware. Soon, you would stop answering the door. Stop answering his calls. Stop loving him. 
  And you’d look back and cringe, maybe laugh with your friends about how stupid and naive you’d been. You’d move on, too. Meet someone who treats you as good as Eddie does when he isn’t sucking another girl’s face. They won’t kiss or fuck anyone else, they’ll only ever know you from the moment that spark ignites. You might worry from time to time, effects from Eddie, but they’ll gently coax it out of you, build your trust up and one day you won’t worry. All you’ll know is their love.
  Yeah, you’d stop loving him.
  Eddie makes an indistinguishable sound, you know he’s fighting sniffles. Can hear the emotion in his voice, “I know.”
  You nuzzle your face into his chest before your cheek settles there, listening to the fast paced beating coming from within it and you wonder if it’ll happen tomorrow. If you’ll wake up, see Eddie sleeping in your bed, and have your first thought be how much you want him out of it and away from you without a trace of fondness for him. You’ll just wake up and not love him anymore.
  You slip a leg between his to tangle your limbs, breathing in his scent as deeply as you can when your eyelids flutter shut.
  And while you spend your last moments of consciousness hoping tonight’s the last night you’ll let him hold you, Eddie spends the rest of it wide awake, and hoping. Hoping if he doesn’t fall asleep, he won’t wake up to you telling him you don’t love him. Hoping he’ll miraculously become a better person for you overnight. Hoping he won’t lose you.
  Hoping you’ll always be his girl.
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angry sex with nanami but he’s usually always a sweetheart to you…. do you see my vision 🌚
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ᯓ★ warnings. mdni | f! reader | pwp, veryy angry desk sex, he's veryy passive-aggressive, slight bondage ( his tie ), gag ( readers panties sob ), spanking, orgasm denial, edging-ish, cum shot.
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NANAMI IS TOO BUSY for this attitude. Of course, reminding you that too—Well, twice too many now, “It's such an inconvenience when you start this, sweetheart.” Gentle voice soothing to ears, but the hard press of his cockhead nudging an unfathomable wreck into your pussy aches.
Nanami sighs… a mix with the adrenaline of pumping an angry hard-on into gummy walls and crude annoyance. He had a growing mean boner, the kind that was pent up from frustration and was filled with the need to ooze it out into you – throbbing to show you why giving him his time to work is very important!
Yet, you lived to act up—to be a brat, and scoot his papers away for his attention. Tsk tsk, he'd remind you how those very papers is what gets you spoiled if he turns them in… But the way you kept weeping and groaning, even flicking his items off his desk, tugging at his pant leg, and closing his laptop right in the middle of an email! Toiled his very last nerve with you.
“Don't you start.” Your wanton moans turned into whines, well from what he could hear through the soiled panties stuffed between your lips, “Weren’t you just bothering me for this? So take it.” Oh but you were trying!
It's just that having your ass—now littered in clear marks of his fingerprints—hanging off the very edge of his desk – you so toyed with, was growing an everlong pit in your tummy… Knees folded and pressing into cold marble, chest mushed too, even with wrists wrapped in a knot; folded into his mottled tie behind your back, you couldn't cease his onslaught for a breather.
The twist in limbs made ease for Nanami to fuck right up into you. Straining your arms back further as he’d snatch up the knot to force your body with his, and at each drag of his strong hips, the log of meat would fill your pussy right out.
Dammnit! This time was his working time!
When the clock ticked a ringing minute, it'd remind him of all the paperwork he should be filling out right now! But having your spoiled self balled up and cluttering his desk instead of work, he couldn't help but prowl even harder.
Shaking his head like a disappointed dad, “Maybe if you didn't always bother me, I might get work done on time,” He swears he's growing greys, “And then maybe, we'd have more time together, and this wouldn't have—” A clammy palm strikes a fierce bolt down the crack of your ass, “To happen.” And another… Nanami is a very patient man, especially when it comes to you, but today was a damn busy day!
Muffling out pleas, your eyes flutter at the meddling thwacks scratching down bare skin.
He was furious. Upset, annoyed, all of the above. And when tightend balls swung into your puffy hood, eliciting wet claps had your sappy entrance weeping. The deep strokes made all of you shiver, and vile swats to your backside was expressing it all very vividly… Let alone from the obvious and the mean clamor in his voice each time he'd grunt out exactly why you were pissing him off…
Your head bobbed like a damn bobblehead, like the very one on his desk you were just poking at—but dangling off the edge, the design of the carpet below you began to whirl and swirl around. Mind boggling at the tight clench your pussy ceases with as Nanami barrels into your core. You were on the brink of being a broken damn— a flood ready to just spurt out, but the selfish man unplugs your little hole.
“Nu-uh.” Worming himself out – almost hesitantly, but he stuck to the lesson you needed… sticky, translucent webs glob around his thick base as driplets trickle-down your knobbly thighs; shaking at how close you've got to cloud nine and beyond…
Heaving through sappy fabric mashed between teeth, you slump down, whining. Kicking your toes Nanami chuckles at your little shimmy.
“Oh? You don't like it when you can't get something done?” The irony in his voice irked your gears right off!
With sobs falling pliant to deaf ears, he was too busy mashing himself between your ridden and swollen doughy globes to finish himself off. Slipping with your muck and sliding between torn cheeks, he rushes down against your body; nth inches throbbing in bitterness and grinding against your perk holes ‘till hot cum shot out his rubbery tip. Feeling his messy high splatter a thick pool down the curvature of your back, whining to feel yours, but as shot after shot trickled against your skin, reality settled.
Expecting forehead kisses and apologies to his roughness, maybe even a warm bath… but Nanami tucked himself back into his pants, pulled his chair up, and turned his computer back on.
… Long, dreading hours of being trapped in that burly position on the corner of his desk was rotten of him! – He went right back to work! Leaving you folded with cum drying out into your skin as your pussy oozed out in the bare open, still hanging right off the uncomfortable ledge of his desk…
Nanami acted like you weren't even there. Those taps on his computer and soft hums were antagonizing as you were wriggled limp and helplessly right next to him.
That snobby, spoiled little attitude was surely fixed…
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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐞
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Summary ➳ You and Daryl have been sneaking around your brother’s back, even more when he isn’t home. But your brother begins to become suspicious and worried, even more when Shane gives him a good idea of the guy you’ve been hiding from him.
(A/n) ➳ I’ve decided to make my last post have a third part, I’m not sure if you guys are a big fan of reading long works. This isn’t my favorite works but hopefully you guys like it. P.S, REQUEST FOR THE TWD S1-3 ARE OPEN!! Read rules firsts! You can also check out my oncoming worms coming soon, expect the series ones. They might take awhile.
Word Count ➳ 1.5k
Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, Season 2-3 Daryl/MODERN AU, angst-to fluff? Swearing, sexual content, overstimulation, protective sex, pet names (Darlin’, good girl, sunshine), biting (once), little blood, nonconsensual photo taking (Shane), swearing, mentions of a criminal investigation…
My The Walking Dead WIP
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You clutched Daryl’s shirt as he relentlessly pounded into you. Your eyes rolled back, arching your back as moans escaped your lips.
Daryl gritted his teeth, his brows furrowing as he inhaled sharply. He panted heavily over you, holding onto your hips tightly..
Your body felt uncomfortably hot, the cracked window kept you cool. The winter breeze leaves goosebumps across your sweaty skin. Your thighs shook, you found it difficult to focus on one thing without Daryl taking you out of your thoughts with his cock.
You spoke incoherently, begging him to go harder, as if he wasn’t fucking you so hard that the headboard was slamming against the wall. He was a little surprised that no one came knocking to complain.
“D-Daryl!” You sobbed, tears falling from corners of your eyes.
He chuckled at your state, just moments ago, you were bragging on how you could take him for hours and hours with no break. You should really think before you speak.
“C’mom, use ya words.” Daryl teased you. “Beg for it darlin’.”
You let out a frustrated whine. “M-My brother is going to be home any second!” Daryl rolled his eyes, stopping his movements and pulled out. You whined again. “Daryl-”
“Quiet.” He hushed you. Daryl flipped you over, using one hand to push your head into the pillow and the other to grip your hip. He leaned down, his hot breath tickling your ear. “Words.”
“Just fuck me Daryl!” You cried out, now holding onto the pillow for dear life.
Daryl chuckled. “Good girl.” Then he slammed right back inside of you.
Your loud moans were muffled against the pillow, you shut your eyes at the overwhelming feeling. The coil in your stomach is growing, nearly unbearable. Even more when he’s pounding into that spot deep inside of you.
The sound of muffled moans, Daryl’s hushed grunts, and skin slapping was all that was heard… Besides the loud headboard.
You’re squeezing around him, it was pure bliss. Daryl bit into your shoulder so hard that he could taste blood.
You were on edge, it was almost to the point of hurting. Daryl could feel you clenching around him, he knew.
He too was about to come with a couple of hard and fast thrusts. “Daryl- I’m goin’-” You felt your entire body shake as Daryl came along with you as well.
You gasped when he slowly pulled himself off of you, you felt dizzy and breathless. Your heart pounded as you felt light headed.
Daryl slipped off the condom and tied it, tossing it into your little trash can. He came back to your side, his hand running over your back. “Can ya move?” You give him a slight nod.
That’s when you heard the front door opening and closing. Your heart dropped and you looked at Daryl with wide eyes.
“(Y/n)?!” Rick called out, you could hear Carl’s laughter running through the house. “Are you home?”
His only point of escape was your window… You pushed Daryl with whatever strength you had left. “Go, go.” You whispered. “Before Rick sees you.”
“Ya kiddin’ me.”
“I ain’t.” Giving him another push. “Rick is an officer, who knows what he’ll do to you when you’re caught.”
“I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Daryl grinned, ear to ear. “‘Cause I ain’t done with ya yet.”
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“I don’t know, (Y/n)’s been actin’ suspicious ever since last night.” Rick ran his hand through his hair, holding his hot cup of coffee in the other. “I heard her stutterin’, refusin’ to get out of her room…”
“I think it’s obvious.” Shane replied, sitting next to him, watching over Carl who played in the yard. Rick looked at him curious. “She’s hidin’ someone. A man.”
“...No.” Rick shook his head. “She wouldn’t, she’d tell me if she was at least interested in someone.”
Shane scoffed at him. “When’s the last time (Y/n) told you she was seein’ someone? Or tell you anythin’ else about her life?”
Rick was ready to retort but he took a moment. When was the last time you told him anything? It would’ve been years ago…
He sighed, taking a small sip of his coffee. “...Who would she be seein’? Have you seen the people ‘round here?”
Shane begins to count with his fingers. “There’s Travis a block over… Matt-”
“The creep Matt or the mailman Matt?” Bringing his cups to his lips.
“Mailman Matt… Annie… Daryl-”
Rick choked on his coffee. “Daryl? As in Daryl Dixon? The one who’s place of work is under investigation?”
“Yeah, the guy has been ridin’ out ‘ere often.” Shane chuckled louder as he saw Rick’s horrified face. “He parks his bike a couple of blocks over. Makin’ sure no one sees ‘im.”
“How the hell you know this?”
“Who do you think brings you home after a night out?”
Rick groaned, setting his coffee down on the porch. “You thinkin’ to catch them screwin’?”
“No, I’m thinkin’ to catchin’ Daryl leavin’.” Shane leaned in closer. “Act like nothin’s wrong. You’re workin’ all night thursday, I have a feelin’ that Dixon is gonna pay a visit.”
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“I keep warnin’ you Daryl.” You huffed, crossing your arms as Daryl sat on his bike. “You’re goin’ to get yourself into trouble with Rick.”
“Ya worried for me sunshine?” Daryl snickered, putting on his jacket. “Think Imma get hauled away?”
“Daryl-” He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt to bring you closer to him, placing a quick kiss on your lips.
“Quit yer worrin’, ain’t nothin’ gonna happen to me.” Daryl sat back as the bike roared. “I’ll see ya soon.” Its distinctive hum of the motor loudly echoed.
You playfully rolled your eyes and waved him off, standing on the sidewalk as he rode away. You continued to watch until he was no longer in sight, you turned back to the house you shared with Rick, walking to the front door.
Minutes later, Shane looked over the photo taken of Daryl kissing you. He sighed, disappointed that his suspicions were right. You could’ve chosen any other person to sleep with, why did it have to be Daryl Dixon.
Shane knew that Rick wasn’t going to be happy with this news, he had to come up with a way to approach it with him.
He comes home in five minutes.
Rick was expecting to pass Daryl on the way home, but with his car window down to feel the warm breeze of Georgia’s summer, he heard a distant hum of a motorcycle.
He muttered no on his way, muttering no as he parked, no as Shane approached him, and no as he was handed Shane’s phone to show the photo taken.
He took a minute to breath and collect his thoughts, thinking of various ways to approach you about this. Once his mind was set, he took one deep breath and entered your room.
Rick looked around first, nothing seemed to be out of place, except new bedsheets.
You eyed your brother, confused on why he’s looking around your room. “Are you okay Rick?” You asked him, sitting up on your headboard.
“You ain’t gonna lie to me when I ask you somethin’. You ain’t gonna dodge the question, and you sure as hell ain’t gonna say that the woman in the photo kissing Daryl ain’t you.”
“Rick-” He shoved his phone into your hands, showing the said photo. Your heart dropped, it caught the perfect view.
“You gonna say anythin’?”
You looked back at the phone and Rick, handing it to him. “I’ve been seeing him for a couple of weeks.” You admitted.
“Where did you meet him?”
“The bar-”
“Which?”
“Does it really matter?” You picked at your lips, trying to keep eye contact. “Look, I’m sorry that I’ve been sleeping with him behind your back.”
Rick ran a hand over his face, taking a moment to process. “...I ain’t gonna stop you. But that means you can deal with the consequences. I sometimes be forgettin’ you’re grown.” You knew when he turned his head, he was stopping himself from crying.
You gasped, rushing over to Rick. “C’mon Rick! Don’t cry on me, I should be the one beggin’!”
He wiped his eyes and faced you again, collected. He placed his hands on your shoulders. “The brothers are known to get deep into shit. They got terrible reputations.”
“Rick-”
“Don’t say you love him.�� Rick cut you off. “Love ain’t gonna always enough, understand?”
“…Yeah.”
“Go see him again, decide if this is what you want.”
“But I already decided.” You replied. “I know what I want, and it’s to continue whatever I have with Daryl.”
Rick took a moment before nodding. “Okay, okay. If this is what you want then I ain’t stoppin’ you.” He gave you a quick hug before leaving your room.
You looked him in the eye and said what you thought was right for you. Why was the doubt creeping in now? After weeks screwing Daryl behind your brother’s back, why now?
“Is this all a mistake?”
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Taste of his own medicine (Adam x Lucifer’s wife! Reader)
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Y’all really love Adam huh? Well, he’s growing on me aswell…
I can 100% see myself making this into a mini series with a few more parts were they actually fall in love, so, if y’all want that let me know because I’ll write it
Look I write Adam two ways, a dickhead prick or a man who’s still that but needs a hug (and imma give it to him.)
How’s y/n gonna get out of these the next morning? Who fucking knows :)
Word count: 3357
Warnings: smut, p n v sex, cheating, guilt from cheating, rough sex, demon Adam, Lucifer not being over Lilith, Adam straight up using Y/N for revenge, manipulation, dry humping/ grinding , misogyny, filming of sex, chocking (he just grabs the reader throat for a moment not really choking but still.), breeding kink, Adam bring Adam
⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧
No ones POV:
Y/N and Lucifer were… “happily” married. Y/N wasn’t happy as she was, after many years of being together, she was still second place to his ex wife Lilith, even with her leaving him. So because of this the two were nearly always fighting over it, so due to this she spent a lot of time at the newly rebuilt Hazbin hotel.
That’s were she met Adam, first man and a fall angel from the last extermination that attempted to kill both Charlie and Lucifer, it was an interesting sight to see the once cocky angel that wore pearly white and pure gold now dawning crimson red and black, but, this still cocky personality. Y/N didn’t truly care and didn’t want to give him the time of day like any of the other patrons of the hotel, until Charlie spoke to her.
“You want me to what?” Y/N asked dumb founded my what she just said. “Be his friend!” She said clearly nervous but trying to put on her happy face, sweat dripping from her brow. “Absolutely not.” Y/N was quick to say in response only for Charlie to grab her shoulders, “oh come on please!,” she said practically begging, wide, “no one is giving him a fair shot at redemption and that starts with forgiveness! I know he did bad things but he can change and that starts with a friend… pretty please Y/N.” She finally finished saying her puppy dog eyes on, pleading. Y/N looked at her eyes before letting out a heavy sigh.
“…fine I’ll do it”
And with that a “friendship” grew, Y/N was the first to forgive Adam for his actions and treat him like a person, Which Adam happily accepted. During any part of exercises that involve two people it was Always Y/N and Adam in a pair. After many of these Y/M actually started to enjoy his company, Adam also seen to enjoy hers…but that only what it seemed
Adams true intentions with Y/N was to get revenge, revenge on Lucifer for stealing his first two wives, and Y/N was the key to that revenge…he just needed a way in. Adam was happy to accept her invitation of friendship, it was the perfect way to find the weak point to her, worm his way in. He’d be lying if he didn’t thing Y/N was down right gorgeous. Adam truly thought she had a perfect body and face with E/C eyes that could light up a room and a not to bad personality, he needed to find a way in and one night he found it…
Adam came down the large stairs of the hotel were the main entrance, parlor and entrance to the kitchen sat to get a drink. It was nearly 3 AM and the whole hotel stood still and silent, but something was off, he looked over to see the fire place still burning and seeing Y/N sitting on one of the sofas with her face in her hands. Adam confused, why were they here this late? He walked over to the other end of the couch from where Y/N sat, he could hear soft sobbing from her. This was the perfect opportunity…
“Hey are you good babes?” He asked her leaning on the sofa. Y/N jumped from my voice clearly not expecting someone, their head turn to Adam’s black and reddish eyes. Y/N once E/C eyes were stained red with wet tear in them and staining her cheeks. “Hey what’s up?” He as sitting on the sofa a little away from her, Y/N looked at him quietly for a moment as they wiped her tears, “it’s nothing Adam..” she said softly to him. Adam rolled his eyes softly “I’m not fucking dumb,” he started to say as you he moved a little closer. “ your crying in the middle of the night and your at the hotel this later, you never are, now what’s up.” Y/N looked a little surprised before sighing at sitting up straight to compose herself. “It’s just…” they paused for a moment depending on if she should continue “Mr and Lucifer got into another fight..” she said as she fought off a few tears.
Adam looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “about what?” He asked, actually curious. Y/N laughed softly before turning to face him “your ex..” she said jokingly, poking up at why she’d upset. Adam smiled and rolled his eyes going along with the joke “oh yeah? Which one? Ex wife #1 or ex wife #2?” He asked letting out a low laugh. “The first one..” Y/N said seeming to be safe again, dragged back to reality. Adam turned to face her body more “ok tell me what happened..” Y/N looked at him pretty much deflected, “You wouldn’t get it..” she said softly. Adam let out a laugh, “I wouldn’t get it, me?” He asked as he laughed out. “You forget my ex wife Lilith cheated on my with your now husband, so I think I can understand.” He said as he laughed which did make Y/N smile and think, maybe she wasn’t alone..
“Well..” she started before her eyes moved to the fire a few feet away. “Lucifer is still In love with Lilith even though were married..he still wears the wedding band from their marriage too…” Y/N said defeated by the whole situation. Y/N “so I came here to get away from him for the night, I just can’t be around him right now..” Y/N said wiping away her stray tears. Adam looked at her, he decided to shoot his shot.
“You know you don’t deserve that right?” He said asking genuinely, scooting over to him.. “of course I do,” Y/N said sounding matter of fact in her statement, “but there’s not much I can do, can’t really leave him or make him change.” Y/n said rolling her eyes. Adams eyes widen, Turning to look at her. “You want to divorce him?” Adam ask, shocked. Y/M eyes widen realizing their words looking back at him. “I mean…if Lilith never left I for sure wouldn’t be here..” they said avoiding his black eyes, “so yeah I guess I do..”
Adam saw this as an opening, he reached over to take her hand in his, hold her small hands as he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. Y/N eyes widen at his action her eyes shooting up at meet his. “You know,” Adam started, a smile growing on it. “I can’t help you..I could treat you better than he does.” He said moving for his whole body to face hers. “He truly doesn’t see how beautiful and perfect you really are..” Adam said to her moving closer. Y/N eyes moved between his eyes and their hands intertwined, “we shouldn’t do this..” she said said softly yet she didn’t move an inch away from him, Adam saw this as a sign. “Why shouldn’t we?” Adam asked his eye brow risen up, Y/N opened his mouth only for Adam to speak up again. “And don’t say because you’re married because you’re married to Lucifer because he slept with two married women.”
Y/N neared those words and stayed quiet, she knew he was right, Lucifer did steal both his wives, he knew what it felt like. Y/N was quiet for a moment more before squeezing his hand softly. “I don’t wanna hurt me..” Y/N said softly.. “but it’s ok for him to hurt you over and over again?” Y/N eyes met his, this times hers were watered up, Adam moved closer, his legs touching hers, “let me show you how much your really worth…” as those words left his mouth his lips met hers. Y/N eyes widen at kiss, she knew it was wrong but it felt right…
Y/N soon began to kiss back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Adam was quick to pull her onto his lap, both of her legs on both sides of him as their kiss deepen. Adams hands moved down to her hips forcing her body to arch forward and press against his body, the sudden motion made Y/N moan into the hot kiss. The sounds of Y/N pretty moans and her body press again him was already making his cock harden beneath her. Y/N felt his bulge rub against her clothed crotch, she gasped as the feeling of him.
Adam could feel her moved to get comfortable on her bulge, but with every movement rubbing against her, Adam knew he needed more of this, more of her. Adams grip tighten around her hips and he pressed her down on the visible bulge, the feeling of the friction made both of them moan in the kiss, Y/N almost lost all control and she softly grind on him. Adam was a little shocked by this action, “Damn she really does want this..” the thought to himself and helped guide her body as she grinds onto him, after a moment of the grinding, Y/N finally moved away her lips from his.
Y/N panted softly her E/C eyes meeting the deep black eyes. “We shouldn’t do this here..” Y/N said softly, her glistening eyes with anticipation. Adam could help but smirk as he pick Y/N up “just hold on a few minutes..” Adam said before moving quietly to the stairs. Y/N’s arms were wrapped around his neck, she felt a pit form in her stomach, she knew this was wrong but it felt so, so right. Soon they reached Adams room, thank god it was away from everyone else’s. As the entered the room, he kick closed the door before throwing Y/N onto the bed. Y/N gasp feeling her body hit the bed hard. As Y/N was getting over the shock of being thrown, Y/M felt her legs get spread and Adam get between them and he smashes her lips on his, Y/N kissed back desperately, craving the feeling he was giving her
Adams hands quickly finding the hem of her shirt, ripping it off, making Y/N moan. Adam pulled away from the kiss, A string of saliva connecting the two, his eyes moved between her bra and her eyes, “I need to hear that again..” Adam said as he used is claw to cut her bra off. Y/N gasp as her boobs were not exposed to him, Adam couldn’t help but lick his lips as he moves his head down taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Y/N moaned at his tongue playing with her nipple, her hands tangled in his hair. Adam bite her skin softly making her moan louder. Adam loved the sounds of her pretty little moans. He removed his mouth licking the wound, he wanted to mark her up, “you like that baby?” Adam asked her as he teased her. “Fuck yes..” Y/N said with a moan, Adam slipped his hand into her pants feeling the wet fabric of her panties and snickered, “look like someone’s excited..” as he nearly ripped her pants pulling them down.
Y/N watched as he removed her pants, she was now completely exposed to him besides the panties that were still on. Adam loved the sight before him, Y/N, Lucifer’s wife layed before him, surrounded by her tattered clothes and wore panties all wet, all for him. Admiring this view an idea popped in his head, he reached in his pocket and grabbed his phone, snapping a quick photo with Y/N, he needed this moment memorized. After he with swift ease tore her panties off, exposing her wetness to the cold air. Y/N moaned quietly at the crisp air, closing her eyes shut before feeling his hands connect with her hips, fulling her forward.
Her eyes shot open to see his rob gone discarded on the floor. He was on the bigger side but it was perfectly, he felt perfect against her. Against her wet pussy she could feel him bulge up against her. Adam heard her moans and smiled wickedly holding her hips still so she couldn’t move, “Aw you like that? You like the feeling of me already?” He said in a teasing tone, as he softly humped she wet pussy. Y/N moaned nearly begging for more, Adam had to admit he needed her, now. He grabbed her throat, feeling her swallow and moan quietly. He leans down to her ear “Be a good girl and beg and I might give you what you want…” he said in a whisper, Y/N whimpered out for him. Adam smiled, his hand moving to her chi holding it moving to meet her E/C eyes with his, “Use your words. Beg.” He said, sounding more of demand than asking. Y/N was quick to do so, “Please Adam..” she moaned out to him, “I need you please..”
“What do you need baby..?” He asked teasingly, his hands roamed downwards, reaching her clit rubbing his thumb over it. Feeling him touch her clit, Y/N let out a louder moan, shaking from the pleasure. “I need you to fuck me..” Y/N said, sounding
Like a beg. Adam was happy to abide her request. He removed his hand from her pelvis making her whimpering from the lack of pleasure, “you wanna see why they call me ‘dickmaster’?” Adam said. Y/N’s eyes watched at as he pulled down his pants along with his boxers.
Y/N eyes widened, he was huge! He was girthy and about 6.5 inches, he was a little shorter then Lucifer but much girthier, Y/N felt her core ache at the sight. Adam couldn’t help but laugh softly at her physical reaction, he loved how desperate she was. Adam took his tip and began to rub it between Y/N’s wet folds, causing her to whimper at the teasing. “Aww, look at you, already much a mess and we haven’t even started..” Adam said as he continued to tease her hole.”Please Adam..Please.” Y/N said, arching her hips forward making his cock press deeper into her. Adam grabbed her hips, looming over her “since you’ve been so good..” Adam said as he pushed in her.
Y/N moan out back arching feeling him stretch her out l, Y/N was quick to wrap her arms around his neck. Adam continued to push inside her tight hole, causing her to moan. Adam groaned as he felt her walls grip around him, “fuck your tight..” he said as stated still for a moment, loving the feeling of her warmth before be pulled nearly the whole cock out, leaving just the tip in before thrusting hard back into her. The hard thrust caused Y/N to moan loudly as Adam didn’t slow down this thrust. Y/N’s moaned loudly with each thrust, her nails dug into his skin.
Adam watched as Y/N watched face contorted into a moaning mess, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, Adam smiled wide “look at you,” Adam said teasingly as he thrusted hard into wet pussy, “such a funking whore, begging to be fucked by me...” He said between groans, as he leaned down, his larger body pressed against her, his large hands never Y/N’s hips and he bit down on her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin making her bleed. Y/N was a moaning mess, face flushed eyes clouded with pleasure. Adam could taste metallicness of her sweet blood as he continued to thrust, he pulled back seeing the deep bit mark dripping blood, Adam smiled at the sight. “Look at the mess you are, letting me mark you up, mark you as my cock-sleeve,” Adam said as he speed up his thrust.
Y/N felt a pit start to form at the feeling of his thrust speeding up, Adam licked the bite mark before speak, “tell me who you belong to..” Adam said in a low voice. Y/N continued to moan and plead, Adam moved down and bit her shoulder, Making her yelp from the paint. As Adam removed his mouth from the fresh wound he asked again, “tell me,” he said as he grabbed her legs spreading them further apart, allowing his cock deeper access to her sweet tight cunt, “Who do you belong to slut?” He said, demanding an answer. “You!” Y/N said almost immediately between moans, Adam smiled “are you my little slut?” He ask teasingly.
“Full yes Adam fuck..” Y/N moans were not slurred. Adam pounded away fearfully, “That’s fucking right.” He said as he started to chase him own release, one of his hands was quick to move to her H/L H/C, taking a fist full and pulling it making her back arch, she moans becoming near screams of pleasure, thank god Adams room was isolated. “Admit it,” Adam said as he licked your bit wounds, “I fuck the better then that bastard you call a husband.” Y/N whimpered at his remark. Adam yanked her hair more causing her to scream out again, “Say it bitch, say it.” He said as he pounded more and more.
“Fuck Adam you’re better!” Y/N said between gasps for air and moans, tears peaking her eyes, “you’re so much better please don’t stop! Please! Please! Please!” Y/N screamed out feeling the pit in her stomach about to burst. Adam felt her walls tighten around him make him groan a long fuck as he removed his hand free from her hair. Adam wrapping his arms under hers, pulling her deep putting them both in a mating press. “I fucking own you, you hear me? I’m the best cock You’ll ever fucking have.” He said fucking her balls deep. “You gonna take every drop of my seed, gonna fuck a baby into you show everyone who you really belong too..” As those words left his mouth, Y/N moans slurred speech, her walls tightening even more around her.
Adam let out a dark laugh at the physical reaction, “Aw does the little whore wanna get knocked up? You wanna carry my baby, letting everyone know you’re mine?” He asked almost mockingly as he pounded, after a few more thrust Y/N’s knot came undone making her bodily nearly go limp as her orgasm took over making her let out an animalistic moan. Feeling her warm release around his aching cock, he couldn’t hold it anymore, after one more thrust he buried himself balls deep into her pussy, filling her up, groaning into her neck.
The room as hot, sweaty and filled with the aroma of sex and desires. After what felt like an eternity, Adam pulled out of her making her groan at the new empty feeling. Y/N body layed lump on his bed and he layed next to her panting. Adams dark eyes moved over to Y/N body, it was glistening in sweet her body shaking, but he couldn’t help but notice a smile on her face. Adam watched them lay there breathing heavily. After a moment Adam pulled her in close, pulling her on top of him, “your mine you hear me?” Adam said softly into her hair, Y/N with no energy left hummed is agreement before fall asleep. Adam layed there holding her close, feeling sleep take over his body he couldn’t help but think to himself. This might have been an act of revenge but he wanted more but alas, that’s tomorrow’s problem…
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