#𓆩♡𓆪 angel's thoughts 𓆩♡𓆪
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this is immensely funny to me
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my friend just messaged me and asked if i knew about the “watcher shitshow” as though im not several dozen feet deep invested in these boys
#i’ve been following shane and ryan since their first season of ghost hunting on bfu#and i started following steven maybe two or three years after that#i’m platonically in love with those idiots#watcher#watcher entertainment#𓆩♡𓆪 angel's thoughts 𓆩♡𓆪
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PRETTY GIRL
tw: MDNI; fem!reader; demeter!reader; light bondage; corruption kink; bathroom mirror sex; bareback; fingering; light edging; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it)
a/n: loosely inspired by this booktok post i saw about the fmc wearing ribbons in her hair & the mmc using one to tie her hands behind her back and fuck her, sooooo. this was kinda shit but shhhhh. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪
whenever people had to describe you, they'd always mention the pretty ribbons you wore in your hair.
it was like your signature look, you always had some matching ribbon tied up into your hair some way with every outfit.
luke castellan was especially fond of the ribbons, they just accentuated how sweet and innocent you were. you were probably the purest thing he'd ever laid eyes on and he wanted nothing more than to be the one to ruin you.
he felt dirty, evil, for wanting to corrupt someone so sweet, almost angelic, like you, but when you showed up late to your regularly scheduled training session out of breath, with flushed cheeks, a basket of strawberries, and a pretty green ribbon tying up your hair... he couldn't bring himself to care anymore.
you'd been just so apologetic, explaining that you and a couple of your siblings decided to go strawberry picking and lost track of time, but all luke could focus on was your plump, pouty lips and imagining what they would look like around his cock. his cock twitched at the thought.
of course, he reassured you that it was okay, that you didn't need to stress. "relax, pretty girl. i get it." he'd cooed, reaching out end tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear.
you'd been instantly relieved, thankful, that he was being so sweet about your slip up. when he offered to let you use the hermes cabin bathroom to clean the dirt off your face, you obviously told him yes.
luke was always so helpful when it came to you. your knight in shining armor, you once called him. he just always seemed to be there in your moments of distress, knowing just want to say every single time.
all of this led to right now, your body pressed against the bathroom counter, your eyes on luke's in the mirror as he lifted your orange camp tee off your figure and dropped it on the floor.
"fuck..." he groaned instantly, your pretty green bra matching the ribbon still holding your hair up in place. "so fucking gorgeous." he cooed in your ear, making you shiver as he pressed his lips to your neck.
"y-you're sure this is okay?" you asked, glancing over at the door nervously as he kissed down to your collarbone. he sunk his teeth into the skin, making you gasp and moan out.
he marked you as his, creating the first impure mark on your body that only he and the gods would ever know was there.
"i promise, pretty girl. 'm just helping you relax. you were so stressed earlier." luke hummed, squeezing your hip gently to reassure you that everything was okay, that this was all for you.
you nodded, relaxing into his grip as he brought his lips back down to your shoulder. his free hand snaked up your front, pulling your bra down and instantly wrapping his hand around your boob, squeezing.
you moaned out louder, your back arching into him as you leaned your head against his chest. your eyes squeezed shut while he watched your face in the mirror contorting with pleasure.
this went on and on until he was absolutely satisfied with the amount of hickeys on your shoulder and you were a moaning mess against him, your pussy practically dripping through your shorts.
"you're doing so good, pretty girl." he murmured as he brought both of his hands down to take care of your jeans, letting them drop along with your panties and moaning at the view.
your inner thighs were soaked in your own arousal and luke's cock twitched at the sight. he wanted to just fuck you right now, but once again he needed to be patient. if he moved too fast n hurt you, you'd never want to do this again, and that was something he couldn't risk.
he spread your legs out a bit wider, encouraging you to hold onto the counter. "no one's ever touched you here, yeah?" he asked, his voice a bit breathy as he looked at how your pretty pussy looked in the mirror.
"uh-huh." you nodded, your own voice breathy as his fingers reach down and spread your pussy open. "no one but you" you reassured, moaning out as he gently slid a finger inside, your walls instantly clenching around it as you watched in the mirror.
fuck, you were so tight around just one of his fingers, luke couldn't wait to feel how you'd clench around his cock. just the thought made his dick get even harder, if that was even possible.
you gripped onto the counter even tighter with one arm while the other latched onto him. the intrusion was a brand-new feeling to you, but one you certainly enjoyed.
"o-oh, gods!" you moaned, unintentionally grinding down against his hand as he began to pump it inside of you. you whimpered and moaned out, nails digging into his arm and making him hiss in pleasure at the sting. look at you, marking him back.
it wasn't long until you were sagging back against him, forcing your eyes to stay open and watch through your lashes as his finger moved in and out of your pussy.
you became a moaning mess, grinding against him as you started to feel a knot tightening in your core. "mm, luke, i f-feel something!" you gasped, bucking your hips against him. he pulled his finger out, making you whine instantly as your cunt clenched around nothing.
"luke!" you whined, biting the inside of your cheek as you suddenly felt so empty without his finger inside of you. "relax, pretty girl. 'm gonna take good care of you." he cooed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you pouted but nodded.
he reached his hand up to your hair, tugging the green fabric holding it up and pulling until the knot came undone, your hair falling down over your shoulders.
"what are you doing?" you asked, your brow furrowed sweetly as he held the ribbon his hand. "just trust me, baby. you do trust me, right?" he asked, giving you his own mocking pout.
"'course..." you nodded, still so confused until he grabbed your hands and started to tie them behind your back. you wanted to ask more questions, but you didn't want him to think you didn't trust him! so you obediently let him tie a knot.
"that's my good girl." he praised, hiding his smirk at how much you really did trust him. "now, this is gonna hurt a bit, pretty girl, but i promise after a minute it's gonna feel so good." he murmured while he fisted his cock.
"o-okay..." you nodded, nervous butterflies fluttering around your stomach as you felt his tip slowly start to probe your entrance. "fuck!" you cried, your eyes screwing shut and your face contorting in pain as he slowly started filling you up.
"fuck, l-luke, you're too.. fuck, you're too big!" you whined, tears welling up in your eyes as you tugged against the fabric binding your hands together.
luke had instantly groaned upon entering your warm, wet pussy. he'd barely got a quarter of his cock in, your pussy far too tight and squeezing him. he wanted nothing more than to push in and start thrusting, but he had to be good, for your sake. at least, this time.
"just gotta breathe, pretty girl. need you to relax." he grunted, straining with the effort to stay still. you whined more, but once his hand connected with your swollen clit, you started to relax.
he pushed in more and more until finally, he was all the way in and your cunt stretched to fit him. "oh, fuck, fuck!" you moaned out, eyes fluttering shut as he finally started to thrust in and out of you.
you were still clenching around him, your puffy walls clinging to his cock like a vice while he held you hands behind your back. he moaned as he got rougher, finally just unable to help himself. you were too wet, too tight, too fucking good to keep moving so slow.
"tell me you're mine." he commanded as his thrusts got a bit harsher, his grip on your hips tightening as you whined out. "fuck, fuck, 'm all yours! all yours!"
he thrusted quick and rough, his eyes firmly glued to the mirror so he could watch the way your wet pussy created a creamy white ring around his cock when he thrusted into you.
this went on and on until you started to feel that same knot building up again, your hips bucking against his as he thrusted. "f-fuck, luke, it's h-happening again!" you moaned, his thrusts getting faster and faster until finally, you came on his cock, soaking him in your juices.
he continued to thrust faster and rougher, now chasing his own high as you whined over the sensitivity. "fuck, baby, fuck, pussy's just so fucking good!" he moaned, until finally he pulled out and covered your back and arms in ropes of his cum.
you all but collapsed against him, panting heavily as you turned to bury your face into his neck. he held you just like this until you caught your breath and came down from your high.
eventually, you both got cleaned up and redressed, your legs already sore as you walked out hand and hand.
you hadn't noticed at the time, but your pretty green ribbon never made it back into your hair. instead, it was tied neatly around luke's free wrist, making sure everybody knew exactly who you belonged to.
ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ
#☆lola writes !#luke castellan#luke castellan fanfic#luke castellan oneshot#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan smut#luke castellan x you#luke pjo#pjo#pjo series#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson#pjo luke#percy series#charlie bushnell
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can i request that reader is a angel and adam falls inlove with her but also lucifer is inlove with her
what would happen 🤔
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𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫… (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)
(𝐰𝐜): 412
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When you're assigned to look after the start of the human race by God, you are determined to succeed and make sure they flourish. Uou weren't expecting Adam and another angel to take interest in you.
(𝐀/𝐍): My stupid space bar is broken and it makes writing so damn hard. You ever been double bounced on a trampoline? Yeah that's what my space bar is doing to me rn
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Adam's a big-ego asshole, but Lucifer is also a big-ego asshole
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♡ To meet both Lucifer and Adam, you'd have to be there during the early creations of Hell.
♡ I mean, you had to be there before Lucifer offered the Apple to Eve, maybe even before.
♡ You were formally assigned, by God himself, to look after Adam, Lilith, and then Eve to make sure nothing disastrous happened.
♡ And you took your job very seriously.
♡ Plagued by the worry of disappointing God and being responsible for the first of humanity's end, you made wellness checks like you were their overbearing mother.
♡ But Adam definitely wasn't complaining.
♡ Knowing that he was basically given two women that he already knew he had to procreate with, but he also had an angel that was basically all over him? (Not actually, but he thought you were.)
♡ It was Heaven on Earth for Adam.
♡ That was, until Lucifer grew interested in the humans, too.
♡ You two were able to bond over your shared fascination of the starter humans and Adam hated it.
♡ He had already begun to be possessive over you, assuming you really were completely into him. Adam saw you as something he was guaranteed to have and now that it wasn't guaranteed, he was beyond upset.
♡ Adam began to pick fights with Lucifer over you.
♡ And Lucifer would tease him about you and both of his assigned wives had no interest in him.
♡ But that was only the beginning of their petty little fights.
♡ Lucifer began to lose his grace, using his angelic power to cause Adam grief by tripping him into lakes, charming the women around him away, and taunting Adam with your growing disinterest because of his attitude.
♡ It was a miracle Adam's attitude wasn't caught and he wasn't removed by God.
♡ But, truly, that was because Adam would be on his best behavior around you.
♡ He was far too busy trying to woo you to fight with Lucifer, as much as Lucifer tried to drag him away and get you to himself.
♡ It took some time for you to actually notice their behavior.
♡ You only realized when Adam and Lucifer started arguing in front of you, about you.
♡ None of the other angels had treated you like that, nor did they treat any other angels like that.
♡ They only did that for you.
♡ But while you were wondering what to do about it, their admiration only grew for you.
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#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#adam x reader#hazbin hotel adam x reader#my writing#gender neutral reader#gn reader#x gender neutral reader#x gn reader#x gn!reader#headcanons
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»»————- 𓆩♡𓆪 ————-««
𓆩♡𓆪pairing- bf!niki x hyperfeminine!gf 𓆩♡𓆪 warnings- kissing (one w a tongue), teasing, petnames, reader is said to have round cheeks and wear meakeup, lmk what im missing !! 𓆩♡𓆪 a/n; isn't the way i made this so cute? also im back pls forgive me ive been a responsible student (skl is biting my ass)
down𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 Data. . ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 𝟐𝟎%
you've always been the girl who dressed in pink, skirts, bows, and knee high socks, the style complimented you. your makeup complimented the roundness of your cheeks though niki himself hates pink, he loves when you wear it. it only adds to the power part of the power couple nickname
one day, you entered the living room with a baby blue sweater, white tennis skirt, your my melody slippers, knee high white socks with lace and a bow at the top. you entered the room chewing some pink bubblegum, looking at your boyfriend who shut his phone off as soon as you walked in.
'hey angel' he sends a wink your way. 'hi riki' you say and blow a bubble. 'got gum for me?' he asks, holding one hand, the other toying with the bow on your thigh. you stand infront of himsitting on the couch. 'nope, it was my last piece' he pulls you closer, hinting he wants your attention.
you sit on his lap and play with the hem of his black shirt, quite the opposite of what you were wearing. you smile softly and press your lips together, getting your lipstick on his lips. you feel him smile into the kiss and you smile back.
his tongue asks for entrance, sliding across your lipstick stained, lower lip. you allow his tongue to enter and he steals your gum. you taste the bubblegum, but your mouth is empty. he smirks at you once you realize his little trick.
you hop off and find your pack of gum. grabbing a piece 'i thought you said this was your last' 'looks like there was one left.' you giggle and run up the stairs to your bedroom. niki thought he was slick, was he? no, you were slicker (if thats a word)
#mia !!#im-yn-suckers#enhypen fluff#enhypen fanfiction#niki fanfic#nishimura niki x reader#niki x reader#enhypen niki#nishimura riki#niki ff#enhypen niki ff#enhypen niki fluff#enhypen niki imagines#enhypen niki x reader#enhypen niki smau#enha x reader#enhypen fic#enhypen niki blurbs#enhypen niki x y/n#niki imagines#niki blurbs#enha niki#niki fluff#niki moodboard#niki scenarios#niki smau#nishimura niki#nishimura riki fluff#niki x you#nishimura riki x reader
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ough i love your work sm bro ;0;
could i get an adam x demon!reader? i kinda just want to see what you’d do with this!! :]
𓆩♱🤍₊˙ Adam with a sinner!reader ! ♡♱𓆪
ʚ glad to hear you like my work! ^^, hope you don’t mind that these are hcs since you didn’t specify <3 and there’s a little joke at the end ^^ɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝
ꕥ ; Adam knows that being in love with a sinner in hell is wrong, but he was like “i mean what the hell, it’s not like sera is gonna find out anyways.”, Adam has the will to visit you anytime, he also has the habit of bringing you into heaven but making sure that you both don’t get caught, so usually you both will spend time together in his room. he has once thought of you faking being an angel so you both could go out but he figured that sera and the higher ups will figure it out. so he’ll just quickly forget the thought but he still considers trying to do it one day, whenever he does visit you in hell he’ll randomly pop out of nowwhere from a portal, he doesn’t care where you are, it could be in public and this guy wouldn’t give two shits about those lowly sinners, you’re the only exception. and when the yearly extermination starts he’ll stray away from lute and the other female exterminations to go see you and probably he’ll probably randomly pull up to your apartment sipping on something, before saying “nice day we’re having huh?” sarcastically while you both can hear the screams of sinners in the city.
ꕥ ; honestly, Adam has thoughts of wanting you to get into heaven somehow so you don’t have to stay in that hell hole, but he knows how hard it is convincing his boss to make an exception for you. he has thought of getting lute to help him since she’s the only one that’s he’s actually close to and knows that she’ll agree, but he’ll continue this routine of you and him secretly dating for awhile. Also Adam loves to rant to you about how stupid and boring heaven duties are! like he’ll even trash talk about the princess of hell saying and how she “got a meeting” with his boss. “like I know right!? she literally went to my fucking boss and stared spitting all this kindergarten bullshit! "a soul from hell can be redeemed!" tough shit no they can’t be!” and then after he rambles for about probably half an hour he says “soo..you wanna fuck or what?”
#adam hazbin hotel#adam x reader#alastor x reader#charlie morningstar#fluff#hazbin angel dust#hazbin hotel lute#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin x reader#headcanon#request#vaggie hazbin hotel#romantic#vox x reader#alastor hazbin hotel#hcs#x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin lute#husk hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar#hazbin charlie#angel x reader
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I literally cried so much reading Angel Eyes but it's so beautifully writen i loved it! >.< Please tell me u have some happy scenes from them🥺
The Honeymoon
𓆩♡𓆪 Part of the angel eyes! au but can be read as a stand alone.
𓆩♡𓆪WC: 1.4k
𓆩♡𓆪In my head happy means smutty! lol enjoy
Content Warning: Smut! Honeymoons, fucking making love, jk can't last, oral sex (f! receiving), begging, desperate, dom! jk, making out, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (newly weds smh), mentions of public sex, reader is a bit bratty (but jk kinda likes it), light teasing.
The moment the two of you return to your suite from your couple's massage you immediately jump face down onto the bed of rose petals that are redone for you and Jungkook every night of your stay at the all-inclusive resort.
Your honeymoon suite was simply stunning. It was your own little bungalow with an ocean-side view of the very private island the hotel was on with your neighbours being more than 50 yards away.
You couldn't believe you went from saving a view like this into your Pinterest board and now you were looking at it first hand, although it couldn't beat the sight of your handsome husband who groaned a sigh of relief as he walked into the room behind you, leaving his crutches against the wall.
Rubbing his neck he praises the service he'd just received, "Goddamn, I think that's the best massage I've ever had--and I've been doing physio for almost a year and a half."
You weren't listening to him.
His skin was absolutely glowing, it must've been the oil they used or maybe Jungkook was just naturally this radiant. Your husband is hot as fuck, you wouldn't put it past him.
"What's that face?" Jungkook looks down at you with an arched brow. Just when you thought he couldn't get any hotter. In his stupid tropical palm-tree-themed button-down that was left open over the white wife beater that hugged his buff chest a little too well.
Your thoughts had gone straight to a sinful place and you were going to make sure to take Jungkook down with you. There's no way he didn't know what he was doing.
It felt like he'd been teasing you all day, from the way he licked the syrup off his fingers at breakfast to the way he moaned softly every so often during the massage.
"Want you to fuck me." You say, on your back, legs spreading on their own accord letting the flimsy material of your sundress give him a brief sight of the black thong that left little to the imagination.
He clears his throat, suddenly fanning his face. You'd never been this bold before. Even with all the sneaky hospital hand jobs and the quickies in storage closets, he'd never seen you get like this before. So... desperate.
"Yeah? What am I supposed to do about that?" His voice was smooth like butter and oozing with confidence. You pout and he just wants to kiss you, "Fine. I'll do it myself." You quip, dropping your hand down between your legs, but before they could even make contact, a strong hand is gripping your wrist.
"What's your problem today? You've been short-tempered all day." He walks towards you, close enough to be standing between your open legs. "Oh, like you don't know." You scoff and suddenly there's a light spank to your outer thigh where your dress had rolled up.
A whorish whine rumbles from your throat, never wanting to admit how much that turned you on. "Be nice." He warns and you roll your eyes, taking a deep breath before your head turns to the side, facing out the window to the beautiful ocean that reflected the setting sun.
"You've been teasing me all day, licking your fingers this morning, then moaning during the massage." Jungkook had to laugh. You were just so cute when you got like this, he could get used to it.
Carefully working you out of your underwear as he spoke, "I had no idea you got so hot and bothered this easily. Is this all it takes?" Bunching up your dress in his hands and pushing it to pool around your stomach as he slowly drops to his knees.
"Let me make it up to you," He purrs, and you can feel the warm air from his lips hit your center sending chills to creep up your spine.
With such little time to react to the feeling of his tongue working skillfully along your wet pussy your hands reached down for his hair, tugging gently. "Oh fuck, that feels so good." Your voice was airy and breathless as your eyes closed, too caught up in the pleasure to keep them open.
Jungkook was a passionate pussy eater, always has been, and always will be. Some guys try to overplay the role of being a 'giver' in bed, thinking it makes them some kind of next-level gentleman who deserves to be praised, but Jungkook was different.
He'd once come untouched just from eating you out and he couldn't look you in the eyes for a good two hours after that.
His soft grunts send a soundwave through your body and add an extra flame into your burning core, flooding with arousal. "Yeah, j-just like that." You moan, grip tightening in his hair and he has to stop his hips from grinding in the air.
His cock was throbbing beneath his shorts and it wanted nothing more than to find solace in the warm walls of your cunt. Meanwhile, he kept himself busy with the brutal pace he'd set with the wet, flat muscle in his mouth.
Flicking your clit rigorously until your moans became higher and more rapid. "Jungkook!-" Your chest began to dampen with sweat as it raised and fell with shallow breaths as you came undone on his tongue, but he refused to pull away until he'd licked up every drop.
Collecting the last of it on his fingers before standing and making lustful eye contact with you, sucking it off his fingers just as you'd imagined he would at breakfast this morning.
With haste, he shimmies out of the rest of his clothes while you toss your dress off to the side and out of mind. Your brain is only able to focus on the swollen head of his cock prodding at your entrance.
"My wife just has the prettiest pussy doesn't she?" The question was rhetorical, but the official title did things to you. It made you want to do bad bad things to him. The kinds of things that could put him back in that wheelchair.
Pushing in slightly then pulling out, the sounds from this action alone left you scatterbrained. "Jungkook. Please!" You begged, pursing your lips with displeasure and he chuckles.
With his arms caging you in at the sides of your head he pushed in, letting his arms leverage him down to drop a wet kiss on your lips, one that you hardly responded to.
Mouth slightly agape as your walls stretched around his girth, "Shit." You curse, "Are you okay? Let me know when I-" Cutting him off with your lips, making a sound of approval that prompted Jungkook to slowly rock his hips forward.
Your cunt sucked in every last inch of him until he bottomed out. "You feel so good, baby." He pants, the strained tone of his words telling you all you need to know.
He wasn't going to last long at all. Jungkook always tried his best to hold out as long as he could when he was with you, and he's sure he would have been able to before the accident but he just couldn't seem to control himself, especially not with you moaning beneath him like this.
"fuck-" He curses, rolling his hips into you with a steady pace. With every thrust your mind goes blank and your nose scrunches. It was a cute habit Jungkook hadn't noticed till recently. The way your nose would scrunch when you were close to your orgasm.
"I'm-" You warn and he grunts, hips rutting into you, deeper, slower.
"Look at me, Y/n." The use of your name was able to have your eyes fluttering to meet his. The eye contact was all too much for you, to look at him while you finished was overstimulating in every sense of the word.
All it took was one glance and you were moaning his name at the top of your lungs and reaching your climax, suddenly thankful that your neighbours were so far away. With one last squeeze of your walls around him, he felt his composure crumble, shooting his hot cum inside you.
Toppling down beside you. The both of you stare up at the ceiling with laboured breaths before turning to face each other.
"What if I just got you pregnant?" You snort, "You just always have something to say don't you?" He smiles, "I'm serious, you never know." Inching towards him, never breaking eye contact, "I think we can handle whatever life throws our way."
After the last year the two of you had gone through, that was most certainly true.
#jungkook smut#jungkook ff#bts jungkook#jungkook fic recs#jeon jungkook#jungkook#bts#bts one shot#jungkook x reader#fluff#jungkook fluff
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Hey, it’s me again. I want request Sunday with Foxian reader this time, please.
Sunday met reader when he was still a child, and he promised that when he grow up, he will marry Foxian reader.
Reader being old lady, just chuckle and accept it. Thinking that he’s joking, which he doesn’t.
P/s: Foxian reader is 200 years old when she met child Sunday.
Sunday name is --- cause we don't his name. I'll update it if we find out
I wanna make Masterlist but I'm lazy
Sunday x Foxian Reader
𓆪♡𓆩 - Sunday 𓆪(´◡`)𓆩
After two centuries in life you have secured an office desk position in the Sky-Faring Commission. It was assumed to be an impressive standard as being 200 years old and earning a position in the commission wasn’t exactly easy. By most Xianzhou standards, you were still quite young for a position in a commission such as the Sky-Farring.
Yukong had announced that day that a class of elementary students from Penacony would be visiting the Luofu on a field trip to observe and explore the different types of planetary governments. With the recent surge of traffic and reckless driving, the workload has become too much of a pain, causing you to ditch the responsibility to tour guide these kids around.
“Miss?” a soft voice interrupted your train of thought, followed by a soft gentle touch on your tail. Turning around you spot a kid who's clearly not a Xianzhou local, hugging your soft tail and stroking it as if it were a pet. “I can’t find my sister.”
His eyes reflected with worry while explaining that he was separated from the group when he promised to retrieve his sister’s stuffed bunny. You knelt down to his level and looked at him in the eyes expressing a deep sense of worry.
“They’re with Madam Yukong… Do you know her by any chance?” You carefully brush your tail away from his hands seemingly disappointed as you do so.
“I heard of her only. Miss Foxian can you please help me find her?” The child pleading eyes tugged at your heartstrings. Those wings by his ears fluttered. How adorable! You only heard of Halovians but never in your two centuries of life have you seen one!
“Of course. What’s your name?” You questioned the child with a tenderful smile who could be no older than eight.
His eyes sparkled with the sweetest yet sheepish smile. He was not entirely comfortable around adults. “My name is —-,” he answered, his gaze lingering on top of your head with those soft fox ears and then towards your tail. Sunday could just imagine snuggling his small body against that cozy tail of yours! “Miss Foxian I’ve never seen your kind before if you don’t mind…” his voice trails off, his cheeks flustered, too embarrassed to finish his words.
You understood exactly what he meant! He wanted to pet you. You reassured him, “I’ve never seen a Halovian before. You are truly angelic and adorable!” You pinched his cheeks softly with a gleaming smile. You can if I get to touch those wings.”
His hands immediately lung forward towards your ears. His small soft hand wandered around your head and tail petting you down like a dog. “Foxian are truly gorgeous,” he remarked.
You couldn’t help but heave out a soft chuckle ruffling his head. Slowly, reaching your hands to his wings. You pitched them between your fingers. His gaze remains on you admiring your beauty. He knew right there you were his dream girl. Even if it might be a silly little childish crush you were too kind and gorgeous.
In the end you found out his elementary was on the whole other side of the Luofu. You couldn’t leave your station you had to remain here and work! You attempted to slove this by handing Sunday to the cloudknights so they can bring him back to the group. Yet whenever you bring Sunday towards them his small arms clung around your shoulders refusing to let you hand him over to them.
He would cry on your shoulders when you did. Maybe he was just shy as he claimed but truth to be told Sunday wanted to spend more time with you!
When he had to leave he was sobbing. It broke your warm big heart! His sister held Sunday’s hands trying to comfort him. It was a rare sight to see him cry according to his sister and classmate.
“Miss next time we meet! I promise we’ll get married!” Sunday delacred with a mix of sincerity and childish innocence. He wiped his tears before reluctantly getting escorted away by his teacher.
You chuckled at his pouting and whining being carried away by his teacher.
To you those words were nothing more than a childish promise. A broken promise that you will never remember. Would you even remember him? You know you could not defy the ethics of this universe. Long life species should never love a short life.
Many years later you've looked at your office desk. You managed to climb the rankings just slightly. A letter sitting innocently on your desk waiting to be opened.
An invitation from The Family? Surprised The Family will personally invite you. You thought they would invite someone like Fu Xuan or Jing Yuan but you? Was there a catch?
Nevertheless you gladly accept it because many with spend their savings to visit. You're visiting for free and you get a VIP room. Extra special VIP! And it was personally written by Representative Sunday. The man managing the festival! How nice. Do you even remember him? He felt like a distant memory.
You immediately step foot into Penacony from your private transportation provided from The Family. How generous The Family always treats their guests so well!
“Oh the important guest Mr. Sunday mentioned! It's an honor to meet an important guest of Mr. Sunday,” the receptionist charmed in with a gleeful smile.
You stood there confused. Did the Luofu Sky-Faring Commission have an important affairs you never knew of or an important meeting? You thought to yourself. You've only heard of Sunday and seen him in the news, yet you felt like you knew him before. Even if you did it be when he was a child.
“Someone will escort you right up ahead,” the receptionist spoke to you in such great manner.
Members from the Bloodhound escorted you with great caution. So much it intimidated you slightly. Suddenly they paused in their steps at a door. This was the hotel room? So different from the others.
You stepped inside once they told you to.
“Greetings Miss Foxian it's been a while,” a calm voice came in front of you. A man sitting on a chair leg crossed staring at the many TV screens flashing in front of him and you.
He stood up and turned facing towards you waiting for you to inch closer.
“Mr. Sunday? Is there something important we need to discuss?”
“No happy smile? Oh no this just can't do. You don't remember me don't you?” He stood towering over you. “Don't tell me you erased our special memories together. That promise.”
A frown replaced the calm smile. It was a custom for the Xianzhou to erase painful or parts of their memories to prevent Mara.
“Why those memories?” He whispered in your ears tenderly stroking your fluffy ears on your head. That touch felt familiar. He smiled again. Something about the smile was unsettling. “No worries The Family is experts when it comes to regaining lost memories.”
Memories came flashing in you. This was all confusing yet familiar. Too much you passed out. Sunday swiftly got hold of your body putting you in the dreamscape.
You opened your eyes. Your body felt weird almost like you were in a dream.
“How are you my little Fox?” He kissed your cheeks. He held you on his lap. His lips formed a smirk.
“See I kept my promise til the end,” his hands traced up your thighs keeping a firm grip on your waist.
He lifted you off his lap, setting you to sit on his fancy chair. He got on one knee eyeing you as he presented a ring in a white and golden box with a beautiful shiny diamond ring in the middle! The diamond ring has angel wings on it like his to show ownership towards you.
“Will you marry me my dear Fox?”
It was more of a demand than a question. Sunday wasn't the young boy you knew before. He always kept his words even if they were a childish dream. But he lived in a dream, the dreamscape so anything is possible.
He puts the cold ring on your ring finger, leaned in and kissed you lips. Sweet and short.
#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr x reader#hsr sunday#hsr sunday x reader#yandere hsr x reader#yandere hsr#yandere sunday#yandere hsr Sunday x reader#sunday x reader
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The Sinner Will Be Punished
Summary: You have sinned and Mommy Wanda is the only person who can help you get back to heaven, but first she will make you rectify yourself from your sins in the purest hell.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: (+18) top!wanda, botton!reader, mommy kink, slow burn, dirty talk, degradation, spanking with hands and belt, handcuffs, vibrator, fingering, oral, sexual torture (light), deny orgasm, over stimulation, dacryphilia, manipulation.
Words: 8,3k
A/N: This is the first time I've posted something I've written so…. Hi (ノ^-^)ノ
Wanda being the harsh and demanding, extremely religious and certainly very sexy mommy who just wants her little angel to be good and go to heaven…right? The ending is interesting hehe.
(Yeahh english is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)
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The church bell rang for the second time that night, its thunderous sound confirming that you were running late. Your mind begged you to turn around and leave, but your devotion and respect for her made you walk towards the open door of the church.
You sighed as you entered, faithful devotees kneeling in prayer while the priest uttered words of praise. Fear settled in your stomach as you saw her standing next to the priest. Short blonde hair perfectly groomed and hydrated, nails painted on her long fingers, and a small gold ring on her ring finger, the same ring that left a bitter taste in your mouth.
You looked down, trying not to be recognized, as you slowly approached your parents in the last row. Shame and guilt slowly flooded your thoughts, and a cloudy cloud of regret settled in your mind. Placing your hand on the rustic wooden kneeler in front of you, you grabbed the pamphlet filled with prayers, trying to focus on anything other than her.
Inevitably, she noticed you, even with your head down trying to hide in the pamphlet. She could smell your purity and innocence from afar, the same purity and innocence she was slowly corrupting. Wanda knew you well and knew something was wrong. You were always the first to arrive to help with the preparations for mass, always so willing to help and stay close to her, but now it seemed like you wanted to avoid her.
Soon it was her turn to recite the given biblical passage. Positioning herself on the small podium where the priest had been, she began her verse. She felt a thread of anger when she started reading and your eyes were not on her, not giving her attention and devotion.
You listened to her sweet voice from afar, shivers running up your spine as you held onto the pamphlet tightly. Your breath was shallow, and your heart was beating as fast as your thoughts. Your insolence and innocence made you sin.
When, surrendered to desire and magnetism, you looked up, her piercing green eyes were already looking at you. Her mouth uttered blessed words, but her eyes were cloudy and dark. She noticed your change, she always did. Frowning, feeling your eyes fill up, you looked down, and tears of fear, lust, and anticipation gathered on your waterline.
A few minutes later, Wanda accelerated the reading and stood next to the priest again, her hands holding the small sheet with God's message over her chest, but her eyes seemed to burn you like hell. The only thread of anger that still plagued her had broken when she realized how guilty you looked about something.
Your small and fragile figure with burning cheeks looking down, to her, the true embodiment of submission, brought a warm wave to her body. She let her imagination expand, impure thoughts completely invading her excited and, whether she wanted it or not, blessed mind.
You felt her gaze on you, concentrating as much as possible to stay minimally focused on anything away from Wanda. Your feet unconsciously began to sway up and down, and your hands started to sweat.
Wanda left her spot next to the priest and headed to sit in the front row with her husband and children, but a thought crossed her mind and prevented her from sitting, at least not in the front row.
Familiar heels hit the polished wooden floor of the church, and you smelled her perfume slowly invading the air around you. You swallowed hard and looked at the feminine figure leaning to sit next to you.
A gentle smile on her painted lips and a sweet nod of her head made you slink over the bench and slide closer to your mother, so the blonde could sit next to you. Smooth legs crossing and her hands on her lap, fully attentive to the next faithful person reading a verse from the Bible. The blonde's hand rested on your thigh in an apparently innocent movement to the eyes of others, but that warm hand on your skin brought a wave of heat over your body.
You sighed as her thumb slid slow circles on your thigh, gradually deepening and tightening your skin. Your mind was in turmoil, and those movements were exactly the movements you made when you masturbated. You looked at her with trembling breath, your innocent eyes begging for something you didn't even know you wanted. She looked at you out of the corner of her eye, a mischievous smile landing on her slightly arched lips in your direction.
Squirming on the seat, you crossed your legs in a failed attempt to remove her hand without showing the others around you. But that was a mistake, it only made her hand stay between your legs, almost close enough to feel the heat and the mess you already were.
The last faithful person finished reading and sat down, the priest positioned himself in the center of the stage and started the usual end-of-mass monologue. Wanda's eyes left the stage and slowly turned to you. She first fixed her gaze behind you, where your parents were, and fortunately finding both of them with their eyes closed praying on their knees.
Wanda smiled and turned her gaze to you, her devouring eyes along with her fingers digging like claws into the exposed and sensitive flesh of the inside of your thigh. You swallowed hard, sustaining her gaze and feeling the burning of your thigh. The more she slid her nails strongly over your skin, the more your heart palpitated.
"Are you okay, darling?" Wanda asked, her whispered voice in higher tones than usual. You knew that this question had another meaning. Of course, she noticed your unease, she knew you like the back of her hand.
You lightly bit your lower lip, searching for words to answer her question, simple, but you know she didn't just want a 'yes' or 'no'. Before you could open your mouth, the voice of the priest ending the mass saved you. You still felt a certain fear and didn't feel ready to confess your sin to her. Perhaps if you told her now, she would take you here, in the middle of all these people. You knew her well enough to know that Wanda was unpredictable.
Your parents quickly stood up, accompanied by murmurs and several people turning around to talk among themselves. Wanda's hand quickly disappeared from your thigh. You looked at each other, but your mother's hand held your hand, calling attention to speak with her.
Wanda was about to join the conversation, but a small child's hand hit hers, along with a high-pitched, childish voice. She looked down, picking up big bright blue eyes.
"Mama," Tommy called, pulling her hand and asking for a lap. Wanda smiled, picking up the little child with big dark hair.
Saying goodbye with a nod in the direction of your parents, and receiving a gentle wave from your mother, Wanda left the seat next to you and headed for the aisle. Her husband with their other son in his arms was talking with other parishioners, while little Billy happily waved to Wanda.
You let out a sigh of relief, your body slowly normalizing as Wanda walked away to her family. You felt a slightly bitter taste in the pit of your stomach as Wanda approached her husband and gave him a kiss on his lips.
Saying goodbye to your parents, you headed for the exit, taking advantage of the fact that Wanda was busy with her children and husband, you breathed in the cold night air, your body no longer on fire but now relaxed. You intended to confess your sins to Wanda, but the lack of courage filled your chest and your mind was already clouded.
Inside the church, Wanda was drinking a citrus juice while attentively watching everyone around her trying to find you, but she only found your parents. When she looked at your mother, a mischievous idea crossed her mind.
"Dear Y/L/N," Wanda called, approaching your mother.
"Yes, Wanda?" Your mother responded kindly, turning away from one of her friends to face Wanda.
"Do you still have your aloe vera plantation?" Wanda asked with the most innocent and manipulative voice. She was sure your mother had, there was nothing in this town that Wanda Maximoff did not know.
"Yes, I still have," Your mother replied sympathetically. "Do you want some leaves, dear?"
"Oh yes, please," Wanda smiled, placing her hand on your mother's shoulder. "Tommy is a true hurricane, always getting hurt out there, and my aloe vera stock has run out."
"Of course, of course, I understand," Your mother laughed. "Can I ask Y/N to bring it to you?"
And that's how you ended up in front of Wanda's house at night with a bunch of aloe vera in your hands. This little order only made you feel even more anxious. She would definitely use the aloe vera on you and the possible marks that would appear on your body after the visit, after your confession.
Her husband answered, putting on his hat as if he were about to leave. He let you in with a smile, since you were already known and trusted in the town, telling you that Wanda was in the bedroom and you could go there to deliver the package. You smiled in gratitude and the blond man went out the door.
You sighed, feeling the sweet and cozy scent of Wanda's house, surely the house of someone like Wanda. Light colors on the walls, objects in the house completely symmetrical and meticulously placed on the shelves. There was nothing out of place, certainly everyone was surprised when they found out that this house had two seven-year-old twin children.
Going up the stairs to the second floor, you looked over the open door at the end of the hallway. The children's room was empty and the only closed door was supposed to be Wanda's room. You walked up to the closed door, feeling the scent of vanilla in the air, that smell that did things to your body that you couldn't even control. Knocking on the door, you received a sweet murmur from Wanda behind the door to come in.
Turning the knob and opening the door, you immediately smelled the scent of vanilla and mint in the air, a strong and unmistakable scent of Wanda's two favorite perfumes.
"Thank you for bringing it," Wanda said, getting off the bed and coming towards you. You instantly took a few steps towards her, as if there was some magnetism pulling you.
Dressed in a black satin nightgown, with a transparent baby pink robe in her arms, she seemed to glide beautifully in the same heels on her feet, as if she wanted to remind you of earlier in the church.
"The boys are having a pajama party with some friends and Jarvis is going to spend the night in the office." The blonde's sweet voice only confirmed what you had seen earlier.
You sighed as she ran her hand over yours, taking the handful of aloe vera and placing it on the small bedside table.
"I feel like I'm going to need this today." She said with feigned innocence, returning to stand in front of you. "Am I going to need to use this today, Y/N?" She asks, crossing her arms over her chest with raised eyebrows in a threatening tone.
You feel a wave of guilt weigh on your chest, sighing and looking down you burst into regret as you whisper. "Wanda, I sinned." Wanda's eyes became cloudy and dark, her mouth slowly forming a mischievous smile.
"What did you do?" She asks, taking a step forward, you feel the heat of her body approaching even closer.
"I..." You swallow, feeling her delicate hands pulling your chin up, for you to look at her. "I smoked and drank with Natasha today." You say, feeling a weight on your shoulders dissipating from your body, but the anxiety and fear of Wanda's reaction are still hovering in your mind.
"You drank?" Wanda slowly asks, walking around you. "Smoked." Her voice sounded deeper behind your head. "And still went out with Natasha?" Her voice slid over your left ear, bringing a shiver down your back.
"She kissed me." You say, staring at your shoes with guilt.
You feel Wanda's hands on each side of your shoulders. She pushes your dress down, leaving your chest bare so she can dig her nails into the thin skin of your shoulders.
"What did I tell you about being a slut?" Jealousy evident in her voice, the tone becoming deeper. "You smoked, drank, and kissed a girl." Wanda whispers in your ear, disappointment rolling in her voice. "Oh dear, I'm sorry, but you'll go to hell if you don't let me make you pure again."
"No, I don't want to go." You say, shaking your head and looking ahead, staring fixedly at the crucifix above the bed attached to the wall. "I came to confess and accept your punishment."
"Okay." Wanda says pushing your shoulders down, making you squat on the floor, and sitting on your own heels.
You lowered your head, only seeing her heels moving towards you until they were in front of you. You sighed when you saw the beginning of her toned and smooth legs.
"You will repent of your sins today." Her Sokovian accent reverberating around like a chant. "Do you accept my punishment?" She recites like an authoritative figure, a blessed figure, the only person capable of cleansing you of sin.
"I accept." You say, placing your open hands on your thighs, ready for any punishment Wanda may give you.
Wanda squats in front of you, her hand sliding over the side of your jaw, her index and middle finger pushing your face up to look into your eyes, while her ring finger and pinkie sink like claws into your neck.
"Even the most sinful have their limits, what is the safeword for when you reach yours?" Her question with dark eyes and a mischievous smile between her perfect painted lips.
"Scarlet." You sigh, feeling a warm wave over your body.
When the answer leaves your lips, she smiles giving your head a small pat before getting up. "Good girl."
Your thighs tightening around the wet and sensitive core between your legs, while your hands dig into the skin on your thighs. Thoughts of regret begin to bubble up in your mind, and anxiety and anticipation pump through your veins. You were too weak and foolish, now Wanda will bless you again and make you return to heaven.
You feel her hands on your hair, pulling your bangs back. Sliding her delicate fingers over your ear, she gathers all your unruly hair back gently.
You knew what this meant, you knew that now, in this small space, there were only the two of you in the world, in this small room you would be her good little girl, and she would be your protective mommy. The Mommy who would punish and do whatever she wanted with you entirely for your own good, or maybe that's what she wants you to think.
"You know I love your hair, don't you?" Wanda compliments with a low murmur, while her hands begin to divide your hair into three. "Always smelling so nice for Mommy."
"Thank you, Mommy." You murmur back with a playful smile on your lips. All her compliments have an effect on you as if it were the first time.
Her skilled hands begin to delicately braid your hair back, sometimes lifting your chin up, as your anxiety makes you look down at your fingers. A few minutes in silence, only your heartbeats and both heavy breathing could be heard, Wanda finished the small braid with a cute bow she had pinned to her wrist.
"Perfect Detka." And there it was, the nickname that Wanda only used with you in these situations. You didn't know what it meant, but the heavy accent that always came along made everything even hotter.
Wanda slid her hands over your shoulders to your neck, with her cold and firm hands, she unclasped your necklace with a soft click, and the key pendant came off your neck and fell gently into her hand.
Wanda had given you this pendant the first time you got involved, as a reminder that you now had an owner. You always thought it was just a symbol to represent your hidden relationship, but today you will discover that this key has another use besides reminding you of Wanda every time you look in the mirror.
Wanda placed her hands on your shoulders and got up from the floor, walking toward the dresser next to the bed, the same one that held your dress and the aloe vera bouquet on top. With a precise gesture, she took the key pendant and inserted it into the lock of the bottom drawer. With a swift wrist movement, she turned the key and pulled the drawer out, filling the air with a sweet and woody scent.
You remained kneeling on the floor, sitting on your own feet, feeling a slight numbness slowly spread through your body. The smell of the open drawer entered your nostrils and brought obscene memories that only worsened the mess between your legs. Sinful thoughts and ideas of what Wanda would do to you left your mind far away, and you didn't notice when Wanda placed some objects on the bed and approached you.
"Detka, raise your arms, and let's take off your dress." Wanda commands with her sweet voice, but with a hint of excitement. As you move to get up, she puts her hands on your shoulders, stopping you.
"Raise your hands angel, and I will take it off for you." She says, sliding from your shoulders to your arms, her hands digging into your skin, waiting for you to lift your arms up, and like a good little girl, you obey.
Wanda slides the dress up, taking it off your body. "Perfect." She sighs, watching your body with only underwear on. Your cheeks burn in a strong red, you look down with an intense mixture of shame and burning desire. Not that you had never been naked in front of her, but everything Wanda did to you was so intense that you always felt as if it were the first time.
"Now be obedient and fold." She says, crouching down and placing the dress on your lap.
You promptly obey, folding your dress into three parts, first the sleeves, then the hem, and finally folding it inside, as Wanda always taught you how to do it.
"Great." She said when you finished, taking it from your hands and leaving it on a small table next to the bed.
She always did this, every piece of clothing you wore when you met her had to be properly folded, without leaving any clues that something was happening. Perhaps it was her paranoia, always keeping your clothes without any marks, not even imperceptible things to the most attentive.
'What would happen if any of her church friends found out about one of her biggest sins?'
She couldn't take that risk, lose the trust of an entire town because of her dirty and perverse side being revealed. She loved being at the top of the food chain of the church and the town. She was respected and knew exactly what to do when she needed something, she knew how to manipulate every head in this small church. But even she wouldn't be able to control the judgment and consequences if they found out about the sinful things she did with you.
Returning to you one last time, she approached and stroked your hair, you squirmed still sitting on your own legs. The slight discomfort and numbness growing stronger every second over your body, you wanted to stand up and sit on the bed for her to use you, but that would disrespect one of her rules.
1. Don't tell anyone.
2. Only do something when mommy orders or induces.
3. Only cum when mommy allows.
Before you knew it, Wanda was behind you, sliding two silver handcuffs over your hands. She held your two hands and placed them behind your back, a small and simple click echoed in the room and only now did you realize that your hands were tied behind your back. What was happening to you? Lust keeping your mind away from reality.
You pulled lightly on the handcuffs and felt the cold metal tighten around your wrists, leaving small reddish marks. You were obedient... Right? Your excitement working to consume every piece of your mind and pulsating core. Your mind began to boil, your confused and questioning thoughts overflowing and turning into an almost uncontrollable desire to run away.
"Do you feel this numbness in the middle of your beautiful legs, detka?" Wanda asked, her accent playing in the intonation of her voice.
"Yes Mommy." You answered, squeezing your thighs against your core, feeling as if something illusory was buried in your folds, along with a strange pressure squeezing your entrance. The act of kneeling on the ground for so long, sitting on your own heels, left your entrance numb and Wanda did it on purpose.
"You wanted something there, didn't you?" She asked, crouching in front of you, one of her hands positioning itself in the middle of your legs.
You whimper, shaking your head, your eyebrows furrowed and your panties starting to get extremely wet. Your thighs slowly moved in opposite directions, opening up to her, begging for her to touch you. Her hand slowly approached your panties, pulling the fabric forward and letting go. Your juices slid from the panties and a few drops fell to the ground, showing how much you needed her.
"Oh angel, you're a mess." Wanda says, looking directly into your eyes. "I haven't even done anything and you have a puddle in the middle of your legs." A slight shake of her head demonstrating disapproval, but the malicious smile giving away her false disappointment.
"I... can you touch me?" You ask as a sigh, your hands still behind your back, tied with cold metallic handcuffs.
"I cannot touch you until you repent of your sins, my little angel." She placed her hand on your chin. "You know sinners cannot have pleasure, don't you?" She asked, letting go of your panties.
"Let's get this over with." She said, giving a stroke to your hair and messing it up before getting up and walking towards the bed.
She looked at the objects she had taken from the drawer and placed them on the bed. Her mind started working on the best way to make you repent. Perhaps the traditional way was the most appropriate, after all, it was the first time you sinned, and you did the right thing coming to her. She didn't want to scare you, she wanted to take responsibility for putting you back on track when your cart derailed.
Taking a leather belt in her hand, she lightly snapped it against her own hand. She muttered a satisfied groan, it wasn't a big pain, but it would help you learn your lesson.
"Stand up, Detka, let's take the sin out of you." Her authoritative voice and the sound of leather hitting against her hand again made your legs tremble.
Still looking down, swallowing hard, you knelt on the ground and slowly raised one knee and then the other. Wanda's eyes quickly flew to your knees, the red marks bringing a smile to her face. She wanted to do more of that to you.
Wanda sat on the edge of the bed, one of her hands holding the belt and the other lightly tapping her lap, calling you. "Come here, my little angel." She murmurs sweetly to you.
Dragging your body towards her like a good puppy, you obey her. You sit on her lap, your cheeks red and your bangs covering your eyes. You tilted your head back and looked at her closely, her eyes showing a little affection, her lips bringing a welcoming smile so magnetic that you smiled back.
Wanda leans her hand on your face, her long, cold fingers sliding your bangs back behind your ears. Without saying a word, she leaves a loving kiss on your cheek and places her hand on your back. You understood what she meant and passively leaned over her lap, turning over onto your stomach. Breasts and face against the mattress while your butt rested exactly on her lap. You received a murmur of satisfaction and a small stroke on one of your buttocks. Sighing with your cheek against the mattress and your hands behind your back, you felt your throat dry and your heart beating like never before. Finally, you would see the result of your anticipation.
"You came to repent for your sins, what were they and why are they wrong?" The first snap of the leather pierced your flesh like thorns. Your butt clenched with the roughness and force Wanda used, your skin already starting to turn red and marked.
You try to speak, but your throat closes up, your heart racing and your face pressed against the mattress making it difficult for you to even attempt to respond.
"Come on, bitch." She scolds with a hard smack against your butt. The pain radiating over your cold skin, your blood beginning to pump waves of heat throughout your body. "You have a mouth, use it to talk." Another blow landed in the same spot, your skin burning and your legs stretching and intertwining in an attempt to cope with the pain.
"Use that same mouth you used to smoke." Another hit, but this time on your other butt, a painful moan escaping you, your eyes starting to fill with tears and your skin pulsating. "Drink." Another snap of the rough leather against your already red skin, waves of heat piercing through your once cold body, now boiling. "And kiss that slut Natasha." When the jealous, venomous, and accented voice of Wanda hung in the air, another blow came, but this time you didn't receive the leather, you received her own hand. Her cold hand incessantly beating against you, unable to control herself, your tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.
"Does this hurt, Detka?" She asks tirelessly, smacking her hand against your skin. She threw the belt to the ground, no longer wanting to use it, she needed to feel your skin. She needed to feel against her palm, in smaller dimensions, the pain you were feeling, she needed to feel like she had you in her hands.
"Y-yes." You almost choke on your tears, the pain of your skin radiating and piercing through your entire body like an avalanche. "It hurts a lot."
It hurts and hurts even more because you know you deserve it, that you only got rough mommy Wanda because you deserve it. Because you sinned and she is willingly giving herself to remove your sin from you. She always does her best for you and you repay her by being an ungrateful and sinful girl.
"Mommy always does her best for her little angel." She responds sweetly as if reading your thoughts. Her hands stopping from hitting your sensitive flesh and beginning to only rub in circles. "Answer mama, my little angel, what sins and why were they wrong?" Her voice calmer and sweeter than before. You felt the loving mommy Wanda swimming in her voice, the gentlest and most patient mommy.
Taking a deep breath and swallowing your tears, you finally began to put your thoughts in order. Saying bad things to mommy wasn't always easy, but you needed to do it for your own good.
"I drank and smoked." You sigh, lightly rubbing your face against the mattress, wiping your wet face. "I can't drink so I don't get drunk and end up being kidnapped or have some pervert near me without mommy protecting me." You answer, shaking your head, remembering the words Wanda used with you.
You received a satisfied murmur, along with her hands petting the bruised flesh of your butt, bringing momentary relief to the burning.
"I can't smoke, because only bad people do that, and they all end up sick or in jail. I'm too good to end up sick or in jail," you sigh, feeling Wanda's delicate hands caressing your butt.
"And..." You swallow hard, the slightly more difficult part to say, especially out loud to Wanda. "I kissed a girl..." You start to search your confused mind for why this would be wrong. "I... I don't know why it's wrong." You shake your head with furrowed eyebrows.
"It's wrong because it's not mommy," she replies, her voice sweet and manipulative as always. "You can only kiss girls if it's mommy, otherwise it's wrong. I'm the only one who can touch you."
You swallow hard, feeling a little confused. "Why can mommy have a husband and kiss him whenever she wants, but I can't?" You ask rebelliously and courageously, remembering the kiss Wanda gave Jarvis earlier. A burning sensation takes over your stomach, the burning of your skin being overshadowed by a cloud of jealousy. "I could have Natasha for myself too."
"No." A surprised slap is made against your butt, strong and fast enough to elicit a loud moan from you. "We're not talking about that now, you came here with the intention of going back to heaven and not asking stupid questions." Her strong accent appearing again.
You groaned in irritation, squirming, pulling your handcuffed hands and creating new bruises on your wrists. Wanda lowered her hands, resting them on yours, stopping your irritated movements.
"You'll hurt your wrist like that." She responds with a deep and impatient sigh.
She knows you feel jealous of her with Jarvis, she knows you also have feelings and you're not just a body to her, she loves you completely. Your essence, soul and spirit. Shaking her head, she lightly slapped your butt when her thoughts left Jarvis and flew to Natasha, the girl responsible for leading you to the dark side. Wanda taught you to be good, she thought you would resist more, but now she will teach you what happens when you don't resist.
Sliding your butt back onto the bed as she got up, you sighed in relief without the possibility of more sudden slaps against your painful skin. You moved and, after a few failed attempts, you finally had the strength to sit on the bed. Your butt and wrists were a little sore. Your arms took support behind your body on the mattress.
The time it took you to sit up was enough for Wanda to go to the drawer and come back. In her hands was something curious, a kind of handheld microphone, but different. Its head was rounded with silicone, its stem had some white buttons with a thin horizontal line written 'intensity'.
Wanda laughed as she looked at you and your big, curious eyes focused on the new toy in her hands.
"You confessed your sins and explained why they are wrong," Wanda said, placing the object beside you on the bed. She walked over to you, kissed your cheek, and pulled your waist forward, bringing you closer to the edge of the bed. "Now let's really take care of that for you."
"How will this work?" you asked, sitting up straight in bed, your thighs squeezing your excited core.
Wanda just laughed at your innocence and how you knew almost nothing about toys like this. She pressed both hands against your knees, opening your legs and giving access to your throbbing entrance. She picked up the toy with one hand still on your knees, keeping you open. The buzzing of the object sent a shiver down your spine, and your eyes widened as Wanda's hand began to tremble slightly.
"Are you ready to redeem yourself from your sins?"
The object in her hand descended and connected with the front of your already dripping entrance. You swallowed nervously, unsure of what would happen - whether it would hurt or give you pleasure.
"I'm ready," you sighed courageously, shaking your head.
Quickly pushing the head of the toy into your folds, you felt your chest tremble. Everything began to move inside you, a loud buzzing burying itself deep in your closed folds. Wanda placed two fingers on you, pushing your folds open and positioning the toy right in the middle of your hot hole. You gasped, your legs starting to tremble, as the feeling of stimulation slowly spread through your body.
Soon she slid the toy up a bit, hitting the perfect angle on your clitoris, and the vibrations increased periodically along with pressure on your stomach. You felt embarrassed to moan, thinking it was a sign of weakness, but the way your clitoris and pussy turned into a mess within seconds made you bite down on your lower lip, swallowing your own moans along with your irregular breathing and your eyes almost closing.
Wanda let her gaze shift from your perfect entrance being shaken to your eyes, with a smug smile on her face. Your little girl had learned something new, and her angel had met one of her new toys.
"Does it feel good, angel?" She asked innocently.
"Uhm..." You murmured with your eyes closed, immersed in the growing pleasurable sensation in your stomach.
Smiling at your cute form and how your mind seemed distant, she pushed her thumb against the button increasing the intensity even more. You soon widened your eyes, the sound of the toy getting louder and the vibrations faster and deeper. You swallowed hard with a trembling throat, moans being stifled by your teeth against your lower lip. Your cheeks were on fire and sweat began to accumulate on your forehead.
"Do you need me to stop?" She asks slowly decreasing the vibration, smoothing the vibrator when she noticed the signs, your legs making it clear that your orgasm was starting to become more present.
"No." You moan loudly, your lips parting along with the pleasant sensation of your stomach tightening. You needed more. "Please, continue..." You plead, your big dilated eyes connected with her intense green orbs.
"Alright, little angel." Wanda smiles, pushing the vibrator against your entrance, pressing even more against your sensitive button.
This went on for a while, Wanda bringing you pleasure with her vibrator, but when she felt you were close, she simply pushed your orgasm back inside you and the toy away. Tears began to roll down your face, your mouth trembling and your hands pulling and marking against the cold metal of the handcuffs.
She increased the vibrations again, but at maximum intensity. You moaned loudly, your hands gripping the sheet on your back, your heart racing and your trembling body boiling. But again, she stopped when your already shaky legs tried to press her hand to your center, trying to prevent her from pulling away. She didn't pull away, but completely lowered the intensity. You moaned loudly in despair, your nose burning and another wave of tears streaming down your hot cheeks, your mouth dry and your thoughts completely confused.
"This is how I feel when you disobey me." She murmurs with her accent and acidic voice hovering over your ear "When you become an impure slut, mommy feels like this." She presses the button of the vibrator under your legs again, starting to vibrate. Empty tears flow down your face, you feel so sore and throbbing. You feel so full, but empty at the same time. "Mommy feels empty, wanting her little girl with her. Wanting the little angel to be obedient and not sin." So close, but so far, another orgasm was denied, again the mess the vibrator made was not finished.
Your body was completely in ecstasy, your heart beating against your ears and throat, everything seemed muffled. Your vision completely blurred and unfocused on anything ahead, tears streaming down your cheeks along with painful sobs and erratic breathing.
Wanda's hand rests on your chin, tilting it up until her gaze meets yours. "You look so beautiful like this, my crying baby." Acidity playing in the tone of her sweet voice. Tilting her face enough to touch her nose to yours, her eyes were deeply dark and with her pupils slightly pulsing as if about to dilate. She was admiring the mess she made of you. Admiring the way your lips trembled, or your red eyes with the little makeup completely running down your cheeks. To Wanda, you were a work of art painted by herself.
"Please, Mommy." You beg Wanda, using your most velvety voice and pleading eyes that you can muster. "Let me go." You hear Wanda swallow deeply."
Did you know she was also on the edge of excitement, you can feel the sexual energy she was inhaling with every whimper you gave, like filling a balloon about to explode. She was ready to drown in her body, you were a good and innocent girl, but not enough to not understand her mother and use her against her.
You closed your eyes and tilted your face back. Opening them again, you looked at her with your best look, the one that Wanda would do anything for you. Your eyebrows furrowed along your forehead, your irises beating against the top of your lashes and your mouth delicately open releasing the hot air, which she certainly felt. It was almost as if your face was begging, as if it said: 'fuck me'.
The imaginary excitement balloon burst and Wanda came along, holding your face firmly and burying her lips against yours. Wanda's hands slid over your jaw and stopped at your neck, her claws once again leaving reddish marks on your skin. When her tongue invaded your mouth, you felt the tight grip on your neck, your breathing starting to fail and your entrance throbbing even under the turned-off toy. You moaned against her mouth as she slid her hand from your neck to the toy between your legs.
First, she pushed it against your folds, your moisture completely drenching the toy, your hot and tight hole contracting. Second, she abruptly pulled it out along with a trail of moisture that ran down your thigh, completely depriving you of the new sensation of being filled, the closest thing to feeling full that you had experienced tonight. And third, you were on fire, your mind turning to mush as the blonde woman devoured your mouth, her tongue working to leave the taste of her acidic saliva all over your mouth.
Breaking the kiss, she quickly slid her hands to your waist, pulling your pelvis abruptly to the edge of the bed. Planting kisses on your neck, she pushed your body slightly back. Your cuffed hands took support on the mattress, while your head and body were tilted backwards.
The voracious kiss and painful bites, which will surely leave marks on the sensitive skin of your chest and abdomen, quickly shifted to your core. Leaving a gentle and teasing kiss on your stomach, she pushed your knees apart. You swallowed hard, feeling your already trembling legs giving her full access to where you needed her most.
"Fuck, you're delicious, Detka." The swear word coming out of her mouth surprised you along with her strong accent.
Her mouth watered as she saw how wet you were, a pool of arousal on the white satin of her bed. In other moments, Wanda would punish you even more for the mess you made, but in this moment, in this room, she was just the hunter about to devour her prey, the demon devouring an angel.
Without waiting even one more second, Wanda quickly buried her face between your legs. Her nose inhaling completely the sweet and sour smell of the consequence of her small sexual torture, the pure smell of sin that you have now redeemed. Sliding her tongue over your folds, your clitoris and hot hole, she was beginning to keep a rhythm. Her cold saliva in contact where you were sensitive, made you release a deep moan, like a scream stuck inside of you.
Your handcuffed hands holding onto the white sheet tightly on your back for support, while she devoured you tirelessly. Your neck completely thrown back with the delicious movements of her tongue. Your hips began to grind against her face, but you felt her nails dig into your thighs as a warning for you to stay still.
After thoroughly enjoying the taste of your swollen and reddened pussy, she kept all of her attention on your pulsing button. One of her hands left a trail of nails on your thigh, approaching your hole. You choked on your own small moans and breath, feeling Wanda's mischievous laughter and warm breath hitting against your clitoris. When one of her fingers slowly entered you, she began to lightly suck your clitoris, pushing the middle finger deeper against your sticky and trembling walls. Going deeper, she lightly twisted her single finger inside of you, keeping it still. You felt your legs tremble slightly when she reached the deepest point inside of you, that spongy and sweet spot. Keeping the finger trapped inside of you, her lips closed around your clitoris, her suction increased and so did your spasms.
The still finger along with her tireless lips brought another slightly louder moan from you. Sighing and biting your own lip to try to keep the moans as muffled as possible, but Wanda seemed to be having fun wanting to draw out all of your moans from you. She slowly took the finger out of you, earning a sigh from you, but quickly put the middle finger along with her ring finger and started to stretch you.
A loud moan escaped from your throat, Wanda pushing her fingers inside of you a little faster than before, it was your downfall. Starting a constant rhythm with her fingers, Wanda circled your clitoris with her teeth. The roughness of her teeth against your extremely sensitive button made your legs tremble. An unconscious fear of her squeezing her teeth even harder against your clitoris, pumping adrenaline into your blood. Gradually, you felt a small knot starting to form in your stomach, a strong pressure squeezing your uterus.
Spirals spinning in your stomach, while Wanda kept going faster and stronger. Lustful sounds began to echo in the room, your walls tightening around her fingers and your trembling moans brought her the answer that you were close. She knew that you would only come if she let you, and she wanted to keep you in her hands for a little longer. She wanted to make you beg for her.
"Wanda." You murmured, your voice trembling and your mind barely functioning anymore.
"Wanda? That's not my name, you know how to address me." She murmured, taking her mouth off of you, sliding her other hand over your body until she squeezed your breast.
"Mommy..." Your legs begin to tremble from the loss of stimulation from Wanda's lips on you. She snapped her thumb against your clit in the same rhythm as her fingers and her mouth snapped one of your breasts roughly.
"Yes, little angel, what is it?" Wanda asks with a velvety, innocent, and muffled voice.
"I..." You murmured, closing your eyes, your neck stretched back as she twisted her fingers inside you and her lips closed against your nipple. "Please, can I cum?"
"Do you want to cum on mommy dearest's fingers? For that you need to look at me and ask." Wanda says smiling releasing your breast with a snap, while her other hand squeezed your other neglected breast. "
"Please." You plead, turning to look at her. A line of sweat running down your neck to the middle of your breasts. Your whole body on fire as Wanda pushed into you hard enough for your breasts to bounce.
"Mommy let me cum on your fingers, I will be your good little girl." You sigh looking with desperation in her eyes, if she denied you this orgasm you would surely dismantle yourself completely. "I will be your obedient little angel, I promise."
"You may come my little angel, come and cum on Mommy's fingers." She whispers close to your mouth. As if she was in control of your body, the moment her voice hovered in the air authorizing it, your body relaxed completely.
Three more deep strokes of her fingers and you collapsed on top of her. A guttural moan that was trapped in your throat escaped your lips for a few moments, before they were completely consumed by Wanda. Her mouth slapped against your ajar one, her tongue sliding inside you with the same motion as her finger on your clit, the same motion she made on your thigh earlier in the church.
Your legs trembled as a good amount of cum left your pussy. The lewd, wet noises were even louder and more echoing than before. Her relentless fingers were searching for everything you could give her, she wanted everything from you. She wanted your orgasm, your body, your soul, she wanted you.
You sighed smiling against the kiss as your body relaxed, your spasms slowly fading away. Wanda let your lips seal as her free hand removed the cuffs. You placed your hands on her shoulders smiling, your entrance began to pulse again, Wanda was still with her relentless movements inside you, she wanted more.
"No." You mumbled trying to move and get her hands off you. But she pushed you hard against the bed and pinned your two hands above the headboard
"I want one more, little angel." She murmurs, sitting on your abdomen, keeping you from getting up. "You will give me more."
Her finger left your clitoris and joined the other two, stretching your walls painfully while she kept your hands restrained. The force and brutality she was using to extract the orgasm from you, the feeling of being stretched by long fingers was too much for you, but not enough for you to use the safe word.
"Wanda." You respond with your heart in your throat and trembling breath. "I can't... Please." You beg, tears of excitement running down your cheeks.
"Ah, my little angel." Wanda murmurs with a deeper voice and much darker eyes. "You can do it, baby girl, come for me." She murmurs to you with a smile. "Fill my fingers with your cum and you will finally be blessed and go to heaven."
Your body stiffened this time, the orgasm that you didn't even feel being built was already flowing out of you again. This time Wanda kept a slow rhythm, savoring every sensation of her completely slick fingers inside you. She clicked her tongue and murmured happily at how much you had emptied yourself. She slinked over your body, leaving affectionate kisses along the way and stopping at your entrance. Your legs trembled with the heat of Wanda on your hypersensitivity.
"No..." you murmur ready to use the safe word, but Wanda smiles.
"No, darling, I'm just going to clean you up, my messy girl." She says, patting your thigh.
Bending down, she put her mouth on you, but this time with no intention of bringing you to another orgasm, she knew your limits and she would never exceed them. Her tongue licked and her throat swallowed all of your cum. You really had come with a lot of liquid, but she was happy to taste the sweet taste of her little angel.
She looks at you with curiosity and pride. Your body completely sweaty and red, bite marks on your chest and scratches on your thighs. Your wrists were thrown above your head, red and slightly bruised from the handcuffs. Your face was sweaty and almost asleep on her bed, she smiled at you.
Wanda slinks over the bed and lies down next to you, you promptly roll over to her and lay your head on her chest, holding your arms around Wanda's body as if afraid she would escape from you. Inhaling deeply the scent of roses, while Wanda's fingers entangle in your hair, you finally feel the sensation of peace, your mind completely clear with only the confirmation that you have finally turned good.
"You can sleep, my little angel, then we'll apply aloe vera to your injured skin," she murmurs, stroking your hair and receiving a shake of your head.
After a few minutes of complete relaxation under her, you finally feel sleep piercing through you like a bullet. Breathing in the scent of vanilla, you smile, feeling safe. You're always safe in mommy's arms.
"Mommy?" you ask, your heartbeat calming down on her chest.
"Yes, angel," Wanda responds, running her fingers through your hair.
"Am I going to heaven?" you ask, yawning and burying your face even more in her chest, feeling Wanda's scent and warmth in you.
"Of course you are, my little angel. Whenever you sin, mommy will do everything to help you go back to heaven." She murmurs softly in your ear, quietly so as not to disturb the nap that was about to come.
"Thank you," you murmur before falling asleep against her body.
You were perfect for Wanda. You were devoted enough to accept any punishment to go to heaven, even if it meant going to hell first to rectify your sins. Wanda was the devil himself, taking all the impurity from you. She needed you much more than you could ever think. Her husband wasn't enough, she needed the good little girl with her, your innocence and malice bringing a fervor that Jarvis would never give her.
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A red-haired girl, rummaging through her backpack for her keys, walked up the porch of her own house. When her black boots touched the ground, she felt the presence of something else on the wooden structure of the balcony.
"Miss Maximoff?" the redhead asked, seeing the silhouette emerge from the darkness into the newly lit porch light, showing only the top half of Wanda's body.
"Romanoff," the blonde murmured with cigarette smoke escaping from the corner of her lips, while a big smile formed. "I heard you've been hanging out with Y/N."
"Hm." The redhead swallowed hard, not feeling very comfortable confessing the attraction she had to girls to an extremely religious woman. "Yes, we went out yesterday."
With the help of her lips, Wanda slid a black glove over the hand that had previously held the cigarette. The sound of the elastic snapping as she released the glove with her teeth brought a deep echo through the porch, making Natasha feel an unpleasant shiver run down her spine and her body paralyzed in front of Wanda.
Wanda's body emerged from the darkness, bringing an ax in her other hand, already dressed in black gloves. Wanda tilted her head slightly to the window of Natasha's house, seeing, with the help of the moonlight, the wall clock ticking and showing that in a few seconds it would be midnight on the dot. Turning back to Natasha, tilting her head to the side with a wicked smile on her face, Wanda uttered:
"Are you ready to redeem yourself from your sins?"
The typical church bell echoed throughout the town one last time that night, leaving all the residents of the small town of Westview deafened by Natasha's piercing scream.
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—𓆩[bumblebee & angel]𓆪—
𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪
𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale x Fem! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.2K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You had a slight interest in both Stiles and Derek, I mean, who wouldn’t? You tried at first, but when they kept asking questions about each other, you settled on the fact that they were interested in each other and have been trying to get them together. Stiles and Derek on the other hand, weren’t interested in each other, but you. They kept asking questions about each other to know where the other was in a relationship with you, and they’re tired of seeing each other when they ask you out on a date.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - Okay, so I totally fucked up the ages. You and Stiles are 19 in your senior year, Derek is 22. || cursing || Stiles’ class A sarcasm || Derek’s werewolf abilities || ovulating || violence || third wheeling || slightly awkward situations || kissing || making out || multiple different oral partners idek they like to kiss you || mentions of fanfic || reader uses birth control || will probably turn into a series/universe thing ||
Stiles was completely fucking tired of you. If he wasn’t in love with you, he would push you off a cliff and then act as your savior so you would like him, romantically at least. You liked Stiles, matter of fact, you often said you loved him, ‘as a best friend.’ Who the fuck says that?
“Still getting friendzoned?” Scott asks as he sits down in front of him, the seat next to him reserved for you.
“I swear, if I wasn’t so in love with her, I would kill her.”
“Kill who?” Your voice made Stiles jump as you went around him, gently pushing your hips forward into his back to get him to scoot up.
The small gesture had Stiles shivering, quickly scooting up his stool as you softly pat his shoulder. “No one.”
You giggle. “I got caught up at lunch.”
Stiles’ nose scrunched. “I was just with you at lunch.”
You shake your head, patting his cheek. “I was on a phone call, babe.”
“With who?” Scott asks as you snort.
“With Derek, phone call police,” you say with another small giggle. “He was seeing if I had any plans Friday night.”
“That’s our movie night,” Stiles said immediately, hoping you weren’t coming to tell him that you blew him off for Derek fucking Hale. “Y/N, I swear-”
“I told him we were having a movie night,” you say, putting your bag on the ground as you leaned on his shoulder. “But I told him he should swing by because we’re watching Disney movies this week.”
The topic of Disney movies quickly flew over his head, you always wanted to watch Disney movies when it was your turn to pick. “You what?!”
His voice was loud making everyone turn to you, the bell ringing signifying the start of class. You slapped his thigh, a soft yelp leaving his lips. “Calm down,” you whisper, the smile on your face falling. “I thought you’d be happy about it.”
He curses, hand slipping into yours. He definitely wasn’t going to be the cause of you being sad. “No, no I am,” he was lying, he was definitely lying. “I am. Just… tell him to bring some snacks. I know how much you love those little stupid things.”
You giggle, squeezing his hand. “I will! Do you want anything?”
He shook his head. “I’ll raid your cabinet.”
You nodded, squeezing his hand before slipping your own out of his and pulling out your phone. Your fingers moved quickly as you typed, Scott snorting back a laugh before Stiles kicked his chair as hard as he could.
Scott looks back, glaring playfully as Stiles does one of those signature innocent smiles that made him look possessed.
“Okay! Done, he’ll be there around eight.”
Stiles looks over at you, the same grin on his face. “Yay.”
You slipped your hand into his, squeezing. “Don’t get too excited,” you say, smiling slightly. “I can tell him it’s not a good time? If you want?”
He sighed. As much as he wanted you to do just that, or yell it at the top of his lungs right in front of him, he shook his head. “No, it’s okay. Promise.”
You giggled, squeezing his hand again. “It’s going to be awesome.”
You stayed in class a few minutes after to collect your stuff, Scott quickly slipping in. “Hey Y/N.”
“Hey Scott! What’s up?” You ask, pushing your laptop into your bag as he looks back, signing.
“I just… got a quick question.”
You paused. “Okay.”
He sighs, tugging on his backpack string. “Well, I was wondering like… why do you always get Derek and Sti together?”
You pause, gasping. You knew something Scott didn’t about his best friend, and that was something you took pride in. “Come here,” you whisper, tugging him closer. “When we first started hanging out, Sti kept asking questions about Derek, like, ‘Is Derek going to be there?’ or ‘You hung out with Derek?’” You giggled. “And Derek was asking the same things! So… they like each other!”
Scott’s jaw drops as you clap your hands softly at your small (though false) victory. “And this Friday, I told Derek to bring his favorite snacks! Then I’m going to leave them alone for a while, hoping something will happen between them.”
Scott grins. “You’re a genius, Y/N.”
You giggled. “I know.”
You take his offered hand as you both walk out, Stiles scrolling on his phone as you walk over. “Stiles! Come on, you’re driving me home!”
He groaned playfully. “I hope you know I’m tired of being your chauffeur.”
You giggled. “No you’re not. You love it.”
It didn’t take him long to get to your house, cursing when he saw Derek’s black Camaro pulled into your driveway. Your parents were out of town as always, and he wasn’t in his car which probably meant that he used the spare key you had given to him, Stiles, and Scott - just in case.
“Oh! Derek’s here! Do you want to come in?” You asked Stiles who immediately nodded his head.
“Fuck yeah I do,” he said before Scott caught his shoulder from the back seat.
“We’ll go inside in a second, Y/N,” the other boy says, smiling. “Promise.”
“Oh, okay!” You giggled as you jumped out of the Jeep, grabbing your lunchbox and backpack. “See you inside!”
You slammed the door shut, running off to your front door and quickly walking in.
“I swear, I want to shove fucking-”
“She thinks you’re in love with each other.”
Stiles pauses, looking at his friend through the rearview mirror. “What?”
Scott starts to laugh. “She thinks you’re in love with Derek! And him with you!”
Stiles takes the keys out of the ignition, shaking his head.
“Fuck no.”
He could hear Scott howling out fits of laughter from the Jeep, quickly walking inside to see you putting flowers into a vase. “Oh! Stiles, look at the flowers Derek got me! They’re my favorite.”
Stiles sends you a tight lipped smile. “I know,” he says through gritted teeth, looking at Derek who put the cut ends of the flowers into a t-shirt bag to throw them away. “Y/N, you mind if I talk to Derek? Alone?”
He could see you start to smile as you fixed the bow around the vase, nodding. “Mhm!” You all but skipped out of the room, yelling as you went up the stairs. “Gonna change!”
Stiles doesn’t speak until he hears your door close, Derek closing his eyes. He could hear you slipping off your shirt, unclasping your bra, opening your drawer to get a new shirt. Fuck, he could just imagine it, your pretty fingers-
“Stop being a perv and listening to her change, Derek,” Stiles scolds, crossing his arms. “We need to talk.”
He snorts out a laugh. “Why are you here, Stiles?”
“To kill you.” He says it with a straight face making Derek pause, Stiles doing frantic movements with his hands. “What do you expect me to do, huh?! I drop her off every day!”
Derek ignores him. “What days do you have practice?”
“Most days, today we just got lucky,” Stiles crosses his arms as he watches Derek move the vase of flowers to the center of the island. “Why?”
“So I can pick her up. Why make her wait hours to come home?”
Stiles shakes his head, quickly going around the table. “No! No you’re not, I drop her off, I’m her chauffeur!”
Derek laughs. “Hate to break it to you kid, so am I.”
“She’s my passenger princess!” Stiles says quickly, shaking his head. “That’s not the point though!”
Derek ignores him, again. “Is that what they call them now?”
“Listen to me! She thinks we like each other!”
He paused. “What?”
Stiles nods. “That’s what I said!”
The older man starts to laugh, shaking his head. “No. No, what would make her think that?”
Stiles scoffs. “Well everyone says I can’t be gay, so I don’t even know! Anyways, we need to talk to her-”
“You’re not even my type.”
The younger male glared. “Yeah well, just because you’re a perfect specimen doesn’t mean you’re mine, asshat. You’d be lucky to get a piece of me.”
“Boys, why are you arguing?” You come down the stairs, giggling as you fix your shirt.
It wasn’t the first time they’ve seen you in lounge clothes, but this time it was different. You wore shorts that went down to your knees, basketball shorts specifically, with an oversized hand t-shirt you were in love with. Your hair was down, making pretty halos around your face as you walked over to them.
There was something different, though, Stiles could feel it and Derek could smell it. You open the fridge, taking out your favorite drink before opening it and taking a big gulp. “Fuck, I was thirsty.”
“Hey, honey, can we talk?” Derek decides to test the nickname, determining he truly didn’t like it.
The term of endearment makes Stiles’ nose scrunch. “Honey? Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”
“I was trying it out!”
“Well why is she honey? Why can’t I be honey? Of course honey doesn’t fit her!”
You start laughing, making them both pause as you sit on the stool. “Y’all are so cute.”
They both freeze, staring at you as you take another sip of your drink. “What?”
“What? You guys should go get something to eat, y’know?” You suggest making Stiles gag loudly.
“I’m going to throw up.”
“Would you stop?” Derek says in annoyance, Stiles flipping him off.
“I hope you know if I was gay you’d be my last choice.”
The older man crossed his arms. “You wouldn’t be first on my list either.”
Stiles makes a noise of victory. “Hah! I’d still be on your list though!”
“You are literally one of the only guys I know, everyone else is dead.”
Stiles flips him off with both hands. “Still on your list!”
“What do you mean, ‘if you were gay’?”
Derek sighs. “Darling-”
“Ew! That sounds even worse!” Stiles says immediately. “It’s like you calling your girlfriend who’s thirty years younger than you who only wants you for your money.”
Derek’s face looks slightly offended. “I actually kind of liked it.”
The younger male shakes his head. “You don’t seem like the person to use terms like that. Just use normal ones.”
“What's going on?” You finally asked, both of them looking at you.
“Babe-”
“Too overused.”
“Fucking hell, shut up, Stiles!”
Stiles mocked him softly, mumbling under his breath as he turned to you. “Okay, love-”
“You’re British now?”
“Bunny?”
“That’s just weird.”
Stiles scoffs. “She actually likes it.”
“What is going on?” Your voice raises as you set down your drink. “Like, seriously.”
“We’re not gay, bumblebee,” Derek says, smiling. “I like that one.”
You paused, eyes trailing over both of them. “You aren’t?”
“Hell no,” Stiles says before pausing. “Not for him at least. Other people, maybe, but definitely not for him.”
Derek snorts. “You wish.”
“Wait… so,” you pause, looking at the two of them. “I know why Stiles is, but Derek, why are you always around me then? And why do you always ask me questions about each other?”
Your best friend pauses. “Wait, what do you think you know about me?”
“Well we’re best friends,” you say, eyes narrowing slightly. “But I feel like I’m wrong now.”
Derek snorts. “You always get friendzoned like this?”
He nods, mocking him. “You always get friendzoned like this- bitch, you’re getting friendzoned too!”
He glared. “No I’m not!”
You stand. “If you both don’t say something right now!”
Both inhale before exhaling, staring at you. “I’m in love with you.”
Your jaw dropped. You could comprehend witches and demons and fucking werewolves for fucks sake, but two men being in love with you? Two extremely attractive men?
Stiles pauses. “Y’know what, I’ve known her longer, so fuck off!”
Derek snorts. “You’ve been friendzoned for half of those years, kid, you fuck off.”
“Shut up, I need to think,” you say, rubbing your temples before looking up. “You’re in love with me? Both of you?”
“He just met you like three years ago,” Stiles interrupts. “One of them he was in love with you illegally. I’ve known you my entire life, I’ve never loved you illegally.”
Derek scoffed, crossing his arms. “We’re literally three years apart, Stiles.”
“Ah! Still years! She was sixteen, you were nineteen!”
“I wasn’t in love with her then, idiot!”
“Boys,” you say sternly, both of them quieting as you look at them. “Why?”
They pause. “Why what?”
Oh they were speaking in unison way too much today.
“Why do you… why are you guys in love with me?” You jump off the stool, gasping. “You’re cursed! Oh my goodness, you’re cursed! I’m going to go get Scott-”
“We’re not cursed, lovely,” Stiles said before his nose scrunched. “We’re not cursed, baby.”
Derek glared. “Didn’t you say I couldn’t use babe?”
“Well I am going to use babe and baby because we’re the same age and it’s not creepy when I do it.” Stiles stuck his tongue out at Derek making you giggle.
“Okay… if you’re not cursed, why are you both saying you’re in love with me?”
Derek looks at Stiles. “Because we are.”
You paused, but nodded your head. “You… you are?”
“Why is it so hard for you to believe it, angel?” Stiles tests it out before smiling. “Yeah. Yeah, I like that one.”
Derek nods slightly. “Yeah, that’s a good one.”
“Okay, maybe I see it,” you conclude, finally nodding slightly. “Well, why did you never tell me?”
“Because you thought we were in love with each other.”
Again with the unison.
You nodded slightly again. “Right, right. Okay, uhm… well, where do we go from here?”
Stiles and Derek pause. “What?”
Again with the unison, what the fuck was up with them?
You nod again. “Where do we go from here? I want… I want to know what you both think.”
Derek looks over at Stiles. “Well… you can choose one of us.”
You shake your head immediately. “I don’t want to choose one of you, I want both of you.”
Stiles pauses. “What?”
“You can grasp your head around witches and werewolves but not polygamy, Stiles? Really?” You asked, making him shake his head.
“You want to… be in a poly? With us?”
Derek inhaled deeply, rubbing his face. “You want me… to like him too?”
“No, that’s polyamory,” Stiles explains. “Polygamy is the act of having more than one partner.”
“It’s called a V-Poly,” you explain, both men staring at you. “I read a lot of fanfic, okay?”
“So you want to be Eiffel towered?”
Your cheeks turned red at Stiles’ words. “Why would you say that?!”
“You do though, don’t you! Come on, angel, you can tell us.”
“What the fuck is Eiffel towered?” Derek asks, clueless as Stiles grins.
“You want to explain it or me?”
You hide your cheeks. “Stop it! Stop! Right now! And no, I would rather get raw-dogged sitting on someone’s lap while the other takes me from behind because why the fuck would you put your hands together? Like that’s so weird!”
Derek’s eyes widened. “Oh, so we’re talking about sex.”
Stiles rolls his eyes. “Yeah, we’re talking about sex!”
You clap your hands, gaining both of their attention. “We… we’re going to have a date, okay? All together, we’re going to have a date.”
Stiles and Derek make a face. “Together?”
You nodded. “Yes. Together. We’re having a movie night, right now.”
Stiles looks over at Derek as you go to the cupboard, opening it up to get some bags of microwavable popcorn. Derek moved the flowers, resulting in Stiles going to the fridge to get some drinks before coming behind you. “Hey, I’m gonna go to your secret stash, alright?”
You nodded. “Get me some watermelon Sour Patch.”
Stiles nods, quickly going up the stairs after staring down Derek. Derek just snorts as he walks over to you, helping you unwrap the bags before sniffing softly. The smell was sickeningly sweet, it made his mouth go dry. “Did you get a new perfume?”
You pause, but then shake your head. “I mean, I did a while ago. It was too musky for my taste, so I returned it.”
“So nothing sweet?”
You shake your head. “No, I wore a fruity perfume today. Why?”
He shakes his head, dismissing it. “Just smelt something sweet,” he explains, rubbing at his wrist to find the pulse point and calm himself down. “You smell extremely sweet.”
You gasped loudly, covering your mouth. “Derek!”
He jumps back, his too pretty of a face turning shocked. “What?!”
“You’re doing the fanfic thing!” You gasped, staring at him. “I’m ovulating.”
His eyes widened, Stiles already tripping down the stairs, candy falling from his grip. “What happened?!”
“Derek’s doing the fanfic thing!” You say, gasping loudly. “Holy shit, do you knot?!”
“Do I what?!” Derek shrieked. He knew what that was.
“Holy shit, do you knot?” Stiles gasps, quickly running to the kitchen. “If he knots, that is so unfair! That gives him like, an extra three inches!”
“I don’t knot, oh my god, what is wrong with you?!” He yelled at Stiles who raised a brow.
“You sure you don’t knot?”
“Well I’ve never tried!”
You put your hands out. “If you can knot, we’re trying that as soon as possible. I’m on birth control so it works out.”
Stiles gapes at you. “That is so not fair!”
“It’s not, but you can put that mouth to something better than talking shit,” you say, giggling as you walk over to them both and pull one of their hands to each side of your hips. “You guys are okay with this, right?”
Stiles couldn’t help but smile as he pulled you closer, leaning down to brush his nose against yours. “I am, babe. I just want you.”
You couldn’t help but smile until Derek quickly grabs your chin, strong fingers delicately pulling your face to look at him. “Me too, bumblebee.”
You giggled at the nickname as he leaned down, humming softly as he pulled you in for a soft kiss. Stiles groans in annoyance making you pull back slightly, quickly leaning forward to pull your lips to his instead. “We should skip movie night.”
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Pain, Pain, Go Away
𓆩♡𓆪M a s t e r l i s t 𓆩♡𓆪
Azriel x Rhysand's Sister!Reader Smut
Based on this ask. Let's all thank Lia for writing while ovulating. I do deeply apologize for this being so late. This fic means so much to me, so I wanted it to be absolutely perfect. Check the warnings, angels. Enjoy💋
Warnings: Smut/period sex.
You wanted to die. You've never been in such immense pain before. Even though you've had your biannual menstrual cycles for nearly a century now, you've never gotten used to that gut-wrenching pain that made you thrash and groan into your bed. Not to mention the never-ending nausea and back cramps that came with it.
You'd decided to accompany Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian to the training camps today, wanting to see your friend Inara, the only female shop owner in Illyria. You'd thought that your visit would be over before your cycle came, but as soon as you felt that first cramp strike while conversing with your friend over tea and muffins, you knew you were doomed. The males you loved dearly had immediately ended their visit at the sound of your first cry. Rhysand flew you back to the House of Wind while Azriel and Cassian raked through the shops of Velaris to find the sweet goodies that helped soothe your cravings.
Rhysand placed a cool, damp cloth over your forehead, gently padding the beads of sweat that had formed from your distress.
"Thank you," You hummed after sighing in relief. The cold cloth did little to whisk away your fever, though, brought a sense of comfort, nonetheless.
"No need to thank me, y/n," Your brother's smug grin arrived as he continued to press the cloth over your eyelids. "Who else will tend to the sweet damsels in distress of our Court?"
As much as you tried to let out a laugh, you could only send him a tight-lipped smile before wincing at the new wave of pain that coursed through your womb. You clutched onto the soft, silk, violet sheets that covered your abdomen before groaning impatiently.
"When will they get here?"
"Soon," Rhys gave you an assuring smile, leaving the cloth atop your head before folding his hands behind his back. "Are you sure you want to wait for sweets?"
You let out a growl before glaring up at Rhysand, threat clear in your eyes. "You see the state that I'm in. Do you really want to witness what I'm like without my necessities?"
Your brother tipped his head back as he let out a throaty laugh. You could be in your bathing chambers, soaking into your large warm bath to ease your tense muscles. Though, you were desperately waiting on the arrival of your treats before doing so.
As if summoned by the mere thought of them, you could hear the two Illyrians shuffling behind your bedroom door. The golden handle began to twitch before it stopped, a small yelp coming soon after.
"You knock on a lady's door before entering," A muffled voice reprimanded from behind the door before you heard a firm knock.
Azriel.
You let out a delighted squeal, pleased that your treats finally came.
"Come in, you bastards," Rhysand called as the males entered your bedroom. The scent of your menstrual cycle hit Cassian and Azriel full force. The former shook it off much quicker than the latter, who ironically was nearing his rut.
"We didn't know what to get you specifically. So, we got you everything we could find." Cassian sent you a nervous grin, gently setting the pack of treats over your stomach before walking back to where Azriel stood near the door as you began to dive into the various chocolates and truffles.
"You two act as if I'm ill," You popped a raspberry chocolate egg into your mouth before smirking at the two very uncomfortable Illyrians. "I won't contaminate you, I promise,"
It was the first time Azriel and Cassian had seen you during your cycle. Any other time, you'd be locked in your room, the only male visiting you being your brother. You'd guess by their reactions that you were the only menstruating female Cassian and Azriel had been around so far.
Cassian let out a small scoff before standing on the other side of your bed, across from Rhysand. Azriel remained at the front of the bed by the door, his shadows seeming darker than usual and his wings tucked in tight behind him. But you only brushed it off, blaming it on his naturally stoic nature as you continued eating the chocolates. Cassian began to fold your midnight black hair into a simple braid, trying to find any way to help you.
"I didn't know you could braid," You quirked a brow at the war general.
"Don't smile at me like that. All three of us learned how in the camps. It's mandatory to learn how to make and tie rope,"
You let out a giggle, making Azriel's lips slightly rise though it vanished as soon as it came. Once Cassian had teasingly shoved you with his wing, pure territorial instincts warmed Azriel's blood. To say that he was attracted to you was an understatement. Azriel loved you differently than the way his brothers loved you. He loved you romantically and adoringly but kept it all to himself. It was too complicated for Azriel to let his feelings be known to you. It would also make things quite awkward between him and Rhysand. So he silently pinned after you, keeping all of his desires and fantasies of you in a hidden corner of his mind.
However, with Azriel's rut coming in a week, it was times like this where his primal desire to hide you from the rest of the world and fuck you till satisfied came in heavy. It also didn't do him or his shadows justice when your natural scent, mixed in with your menstrual blood, smacked him in the face once he entered your room. The shadows, of course, were mesmerized by the scent as well, immediately demanding that Azriel let them play with you, though not in the way you were familiar.
By the Cauldron, he needed to leave. Now.
Azriel swallowed, trying to clear his mind as he turned to Rhysand, reminding him of the meeting with Devlon and the new troops. The reason why they were there earlier this morning.
"The meeting still stands. It starts in half an hour,"
Rhys gazed at Azriel before looking back down at you.
"I can't leave her here alone,"
You slowly got out of your bed and stood, placing an arm across your womb, trying to refrain from cringing as another wave of pain sank its claws into your belly. "You go back to the camp. I was going to draw a bath right now anyways,"
Azriel nearly sighed in relief, mentally thanking the Mother.
"Azriel can stay with me," You looked up at the Shadowsinger, grinning.
Azriel's eyes widened. He looked like he was about to protest before Rhysand had cut in.
"The three of us have to be there, y/n. It'll be best if we reschedule,"
"No, this is an important meeting. You must go. Besides, we all know Az is just there to kick ass in case anything gets out of hand, which I'm sure it won't,"
Your brother only hummed, thinking it over. "I suppose you're right," Rhys then looked over at Azriel, who was trying to remain calm at the idea. "You don't mind looking after her, do you?"
Azriel's lips parted in defeat, though when he looked into your eyes, he knew he couldn't refuse you.
"I don't mind."
Rhysand nodded in approval. "Then it's settled. Cass and I shall be back this afternoon,"
Your brother sent Azriel a look of warning."Be gentle with her." The pointed gaze seemed to say before he placed a warm kiss on your temple and winnowed him and Cassian out of your bedroom and back to the Illyrian camps. Your violet eyes met Azriel's hazel ones before you blushed under his silent stare. Your wings slightly quivered in flattery.
You and the shadowsinger were alone now, which rarely ever happened. You'd always been accompanied by Rhysand whenever you were around his two other friends. Never intentionally. It just always ended up that way.
"I'm sorry for taking you away from your duties," You sent Azriel an apologetic grin. "I just don't think I can trust Cassian with my treats while I bathe,"
Azriel huffed, shoulders slightly relaxing as the sincerity in his eyes nearly made you melt into the floor. "Don't apologize. My duties mean little to nothing to me if you're in pain,"
But even with how earnest he sounded, you could tell that Azriel was still uneasy. As if the smell of you menstruating offended him.
You tried not to let your wings sag from discomfort and embarrassment as you made your way to your connecting bathroom. "I'm going to draw myself a bath now,"
Azriel gave you a curt nod and turned to stare out the window with his hands tucked behind his back, the shadows being the only thing that still watched you.
For Cauldron's sake, Azriel couldn't even look at you.
You let out a small sigh as you closed the bathroom door behind you; before taking in a sharp breath as another cramp took you by surprise.
"Fuck this," You muttered, peeling out of your leggings and Rhysand's oversized black knit sweater, leaving it in a pile next to the large tub.
You turned the faucet all the way to the left, ensuring that you'll have a nice, steaming bath to ease your tense muscles. Thoughts of the male who was only a wall away began to flood your mind as you climbed into the large tub, waiting for it to fill.
Cassian was a brother to you in the same way Rhysand was. You had the same affinity with Azriel too, but at least for you, it seemed much deeper than that. Yes, you joke around, vent, and spend time with Azriel as you'd do with Rhys and Cass, but it was still different. No one else's presence brought you that unshakeable sense of security, comfort, and unconditional love. That was why you picked Azriel to stay. You wanted—needed him in times of distress like this. But he wasn't close enough. Being only a few feet away from Azriel did nothing to help the ache in your chest that called out for him.
You let out a frustrated whimper; the water now reached your shoulders as you pumped jasmine-scented soap into the bath, making bubbles shape around you. Just as you slowly began to relax, a knock vibrated against your bathroom door, startling you from your tranquil state. The water and bubbles around you splashed, some of it overflowing onto the floor as you let out a groan.
"Y/n? Are you okay?" Azriel's deep, muffled voice came from behind the door. The way he huskily purred your name left you clenching your thighs together; your body responded with a line of blood flushing out of your sex and into the warm water.
"I'm doing better," You swallowed as anxiety seeped into your skin, your wings instinctively stretched to cover your chest. "Why?"
Azriel shuffled behind the door before his voice rumbled again. "I heard you . . . whine,"
You ran your hands over your face before furiously tugging on the strands of your hair, trying to reign in the groan of embarrassment threatening to escape your throat.
"Yes! My back is just a bit sore."
Lie!
Horny liar!
Azriel cleared his throat, mustering the courage to step out of his comfort zone, for he took his assignment to make sure you were comfortable very seriously. "Would you like a massage?"
Your head shot up from your hands; you nearly choked at the suggestion.
"From you?"
You could hear Azriel chuckle before saying, "Yes, from me—if you're alright with that, of course,"
A back massage did sound heavenly right now. But it was being offered by a male. Though, that male was Azriel. And who were you to refuse such a gift from the Mother?
"Yes," You sat in the tub a bit straighter. "I would like that if you don't mind,"
"I don't." Azriel grinned to himself though his heart thundered against his ribcage. The shadows, ever impatient, began slithering under the door. "May I come in?"
"Yes," You confirmed, bracing yourself to let Azriel see you in such an exposed state.
As soon as Azriel opened the door, his eyes and shadows honed in on you and you only. You sat in the tub, wings cocooning your body as your back faced him. Azriel couldn't help but let his eyes trail from the tips of your damp wing, so small in comparison to his, to the bubbles on your exposed back, your skin gleaming against the faelights. Azriel stopped his ogling as soon as you turned your head to look at him; cautious eyes studied him and the distance between you.
Azriel began taking tentative steps towards you, maintaining eye contact before dropping to his knees. That addicting smell of your bleeding sex drafted up Azriel's nose once again, though muted by the water, making it more bearable than before.
"May I?" Azriel gestured to your back. The shadows tested the unset boundaries as well, they slowly inched over the tub as they and Azriel waited for your permission.
"Yes," You dipped your chin, splitting your hair in two, placing each half over a shoulder. "You may,"
Azriel glanced down at your bare skin; the animalistic need to sink his teeth into your soft flesh came in heavy as his scarred thumbs slowly, gently began to draw circles into your shoulder blades. "You're in complete control. Say the word, and I'll stop,"
You only nodded, sighing at the feel of your muscles getting rung out by your brother's best friend. You tried and failed not to blush at the thought as you absentmindedly played with Azriel's shadows.
"Is this good?" Azriel asked after a few minutes of his rough hands gently pressing into your skin.
The massage was beautiful, just as the male who gave it. It felt so good that you had caught yourself twice on the edge of drifting off to sleep. However, even though Azriel was closer than before, even with his divine caresses, the pain of needing to be touched and pleased in more intimate places still drove you mad. If anything, the ache worsened, as you now wanted to be forced into submission, fucked out of your mind, pleasured until you couldn't—
Breathe. You must breathe. You are still in the presence of a male, a wildly handsome male at that.
At the slight reminder of Azriel's beauty, you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a small, closed-lip moan from leaving your throat.
Everything went still. Azriel's hands paused their ministrations, the shadows hung still in the air, and you froze as if the water had shocked you. Two long seconds went by before Azriel swallowed, continuing the massage.
Azriel forced a grin as he murmured, "That good, huh?"
You let out a breath, a small scoff as a ripple of heat smacked your cheeks and neck, coloring them pink.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid, horny idiot.
"Yes, it feels very nice," You refrained from banging your head against the side of the tub, knocking yourself unconscious to save yourself from further embarrassment.
Azriel only hummed, skimming his rough thumbs lower before stopping at your shoulder blades, prodding at the muscle there. You let yourself lean back into Azriel's touch, the dam of your humiliation being released slowly with each exhale.
More minutes had gone by, and though you were no longer ashamed of the slip-up you made, your skin had still tinted with blooming shades of red. Your need to be fucked recklessly only worsened as you couldn't help but start to arch your back into Azriel's tender touches. At the slightly suggestive move, an inciting, wicked idea had popped into your mind.
"Azriel?" You purred, feeling your nipples begin to harden. "Can you go a bit lower, please,"
Azriel, oblivious to the trap you had set for him, only nodded before his thumbs advanced to your lower back. You let out a loud moan, arching your back further into the tub, submerging your breasts entirely into the water.
"Gods, just like that," Your provocative tone had Azriel's cock stirring in his pants, his hands slightly faltering as he tried to focus on the task at hand: making you comfortable. Though executing that task was quite challenging when you were arching your back far enough to expose your ass over the barrier of water and bubbles.
Azriel's shadows began to trace along the curves of your waist and hips as if taunting Azriel, beckoning him to grasp that delicious, uncovered ass of yours, maybe even tease the puckered hole and insert a finger or two. Azriel clenched his jaw in frustration, accidentally pressing too hard into your skin, making you to hiss in pain.
"Shit, are you okay?" Azriel immediately stopped his rubbing, trying to get a look at your face as he mentally cursed himself for being so careless. "I'm so sorry, I d—"
"Please don't apologize, Azriel," You breathed; the sexual tension that suffocated you and Azriel's more demanding touches drove you mad. You turned your head to look over your shoulder, a small, inviting smile lifting your lips as you made eye contact with him. "I like it rough,"
Azriel's eyes darkened, thumbs rhythmically pushing harder into your skin as his gaze flickered to your lips. "Good to know."
You only hummed in response, still looking at Azriel as if you were awaiting his next move. You wanted him to make a move. Azriel did not miss the challenging glint in your eye or the devious smirk you wore, and suddenly, everything clicked into place.
You liked it rough.
You wanted it rough. You wanted to be touched.
It was wrong. What they were doing—what they were about to do was wrong. But Azriel did not care. He'd spent too long silently pinning after you, never making his desires known in fear of offending his closest friend. But what Rhys didn't know wouldn't kill him. It would be their little secret.
You felt more than you saw. Azriel's demeanor had changed immensely. A dark, compelling power had cocooned your bathroom like a thick quilt. The shadows seemed to turn a shade darker, almost completely black as they surrounded you, getting ready to strike. Every nerve screamed at you to run, to hide before an unset boundary got crossed. But you knew that you no longer had the upper hand anymore, no longer had the power to run or hide. The power imbalance hung heavy in the air around you and Azriel. You became the prey, and him, the hunter as quick as flipping a light switch. But the submissive, more needy side of you had grown to find it thrilling.
"Y/n?" Nothing but pure dominance and authority laced Azriel's voice as he began to slide his marred hands up and down your waist.
"Yes, Azriel?" You held Azriel's gaze, not backing down just yet.
Azriel rose an eyebrow, taking your stare as a challenge.
"I've heard through the grapevine of a common symptom that females experience when menstruating,"
"Oh?" You smirked, urging him on.
By the gods, did Azriel want to wipe that smirk off your face with a good spanking. Punishing the sass right out of you is what he deemed appropriate for your attitude and what he'd take utmost joy in doing. But tonight wasn't about that. It was about you and making you comfortable and relaxed.
"Is it true, that when on your cycle, your breasts are prone to become heavy and sore?"
Your lips fell out of a smirk as you gulped, not knowing what to say; if you should reveal such a thing. But your body seemed to betray you. You felt yourself slipping into submission as you couldn't help but nod in response to the question Azriel had asked.
"Interesting," A knowing grin smoothed over Azriel's face, satisfied with your reply before he pressed on the matter. "I assume then that your breasts are sore?"
Your lips parted, mortified that you were being asked such a thing, especially by Azriel, yet you still let up another nod. Azriel hummed, mock contemplation as his scarred hands rose again, thumbs stopping right under your sternum.
"Then I suppose it would be best that I massage your sore, heavy breasts rather than your back," Azriel watched you slowly break, his grin deepening. "Would you like that?"
You only sighed in desperation before giving up yet another pathetic nod.
A low growl erupted from Azriel's chest making you whimper and throb at the dominance it carried. Azriel was not pleased, to say the least with your nonverbal bullshit.
"Yes!" You began to fret, knowing that you were treading hot waters. "Yes, I—I would like that,"
Azriel cocked an eyebrow.
"Please," You added, hoping that you'd soothe over Azriel's irritation.
Azriel smirked, pulling you by the waist till your back was flush against his leathers.
"Good girl," Azriel murmured into your ear as the shadows moved your hair to the side. You let your wings flare out to the sides, revealing your breasts to Azriel as he glanced down over your shoulder.
A low growl from his chest elicited goosebumps to rise across your skin as his thumbs flicked over your hard nipples. "So beautiful," Azriel breathed as you moaned back at the small pleasure.
You couldn't believe that this was happening. Couldn't believe that Azriel was playing with one of the most intimate parts of your body. The thought alone made you whimper, and it only got drawn out longer as scarred hands cupped your breasts, kneading the tight muscle there.
"How does that feel, angel?" Azriel ran his too perfectly plump lips up the side of your neck, moving your breasts in circular motions.
"Good, very nice," You sighed, turning your head to skim your nose against his as your violet eyes flickered to Azriel's lips. "May I kiss you?"
Azriel grinned at how gentle, how delicate you were being before he pressed his lips to yours, his only response to your request. You let yourself melt into the soft, closed-mouthed kiss; completely savoring it. And though it was not your first kiss, it definitely would be the one you'd remember forever. You lifted your hands out of the water and over Azriel's marred ones, still palming your breasts.
Something wet and smooth glided over your bottom lip—Azriel's tongue glided over your lip, asking to be invited in. You happily obliged, parting your lips slightly as you let Azriel explore your mouth with his tongue. You teasingly suckled on the thick, wet muscle, making you think about other parts of Azriel that you'd love to suck on.
At the small yet effective reminder of Azriel's cock, you couldn't help but slightly pull away from the kiss before biting down on Azriel's bottom lip. You earned a broken groan in return.
"I heard something through the grapevine too, about menstrual cycles," You breathed as you took Azriel in. His cheeks were tinted pink and his lips were swollen, his pupils were blown wide too, but you'd figured that your appearance mirrored his as well.
Azriel pressed his forehead to yours, his massage on your breasts had seized, yet he still kept them in a firm grip.
"I heard that pleasure—sexual pleasure helps ease the cramps,"
It was indeed new information that you heard from your friend Inara, the last thing she had whispered to you before Rhysand winnowed you back to Velaris. And though your cramps had long gone ceased thanks to the bath, you'd never miss the opportunity to bed the shadowsinger. Even if you bled.
Azriel's intense stare inspected you, understanding what you were implying at. He didn't want to fuck up now, didn't want to push you too far and make you uncomfortable.
"Is that something you'd like to try?" Azriel quirked a brow, letting go of your breasts as he soothingly rubbed your sides up and down. "With me?"
You placed a hand back onto your lap, the other slowly raising to caress Azriel's jaw. "Az, I've always wanted to do something like this with you,"
Heat warmed your cheeks at the confession, and Azriel actually seemed relieved at what you had revealed.
"Good," Azriel ran his hands over your hair before they tenderly held your face. "I don't think I can hold in my craving for you any longer,"
In an instant, Azriel slid an arm under your legs and the other against your back, underneath your wings before lifting you out of the tub. You let out an eager yelp as you wrapped your arms around Azriel's neck. Water and bubbles left a trail behind the two of you as Azriel carried you back into your bedroom, before gently setting you down on your bed. You were about to protest once he began to pull back, but immediately reigned in your fuss as you saw the shadows carry one of your bath towels, handing it to Azriel. He had easily lifted your hips and placed the towel over your bedding, underneath your back before a thick line of blood began to ooze out of your entrance.
"The blood does not disturb you?" You sat yourself up on your elbows, looking down at Azriel as he got on his knees before you. He let out a dark chuckle, hooking his arms around your thighs to yank you closer as he became face-to-face with your wet, bloody sex. Azriel nearly moaned as the scent of your arousal mixed in with your menstrual blood clouded his senses once again.
It was his undoing.
Azriel looked up at you, hazel eyes meeting your violet ones as his tongue darted out. He licked a long stripe from your hole up to your clit before latching his lips onto the sensitive bud; all while maintaining eye contact with you. It was an answer in itself that Azriel did not mind the blood one bit. Your eyes rolled back as you let out a breathy moan, sliding your arms down to lay back and enjoy the pleasure that Azriel was inflicting upon you.
It was when Azriel's teeth had slid over your clit when you squealed, squirming into the bed, causing Azriel to firmly grip your hips in place. Seeing you become so responsive to his small touches made him chuckle into your heat, the sound vibrating against your folds as your moans and cries grew louder. Azriel dipped his mouth lower, letting up on your clit as he drove his tongue into your blood-soaked cunt. You let out a strangled moan as you began to lift your hips with each curl of Azriel's tongue against your sensitive walls.
Your eyes were closed shut, unable to see a few of Azriel's shadows drifting down your belly button before wrapping themselves around your erect clit, the others flicking and pinching at your nipples, not wanting one inch of you untouched.
"Oh, gods, Azriel!" You nearly moaned, hands flying to tug onto Azriel's dark locks. "Az, it's too much,"
Though Azriel did not think it was too much for you at all. Especially when you hadn't even found release yet. But Azriel could do this all day and night. Though when a shadow crept down to his ear, informing him that Cassian and Rhysand were on their way, Azriel quicked the pace of his tongue slithering and curling into your sex. The taste of your arousal and sweet, metallic blood made Azriel nearly drool. It compelled him to have more, to take more. There was no way he could ever go back from this.
Azriel looked up at you, crying and withering into your bed, a beautiful sight forever imprinted in his mind before he slurped you up till his mouth was filled with your blood and arousal. Azriel withdrew his tongue from your cunt and gave her a sweet, open-mouthed kiss before his eyes flickered to yours. Azriel glided his tongue down your folds, watching and waiting for your reaction as he gently licked your puckered hole.
You yelped at the foreign sensation Azriel's tongue had brought you down there, a place you never thought was a spot for pleasure. At your quick, anticipated response, Azriel sent you a knowing smirk. Your blood was smeared across his lips, and his teeth shone with the bright, thick, sticky red fluid. You had almost found release at the sight. Almost. It was when Azriel had continued to lick your puckerhole before sliding two of his rough, scarred fingers into your cunt that caused your thighs to uncontrollably shake around his head.
You felt like such a whore; letting your brother's best friend worship you, finger-fuck you, and play with your ass while you bled made you feel so dirty. You were probably no better than the females at the brothel. Though you felt no shame. If anything you were grateful, proud that it was Azriel who had easily forced you into submission without him even giving you his cock yet.
The shadows' featherlight yet effective torture on your nipples and clit, and Azriel's tongue prodding and teasing your arse hole while his scarred fingers stuffed your cunt full made you see stars, made you cry and scream into your pillow as you felt your release bubbling to the surface.
"Azriel!" You cried out, though that only spurred the shadowsinger on further as he curved and rammed his fingers into you harder, abusing that perfect spot inside of you. "Az! I'm—I—"
You could not think, couldn't even say a single word that wasn't Azriel's name. On their own accord, your hips started to desperately hump the air as your cunt began to quiver against Azriel's fingers, pursuing your release. Sensing how close you were, Azriel curled his fingers against you one last time before forcing his tongue into your taut hole, flaring his wings in preparation.
The same time Azriel heard Cassian and Rhysand winnow back into the House of Wind was the same time you had found that euphoric high, cumming with a screech of Azriel's name as your pussy fluttered and throbbed around his digits. Azriel quickly withdrew his blood-soaked fingers from your cunt and shoved them into your mouth to shut you up. Any other time, Azriel would have loved to hear you scream his name, though not while your older brother was only a floor below them.
You removed your hands from Azriel's head, happily wrapping them around his wrists as you suckled the metallic taste of your blood and arousal clean from his fingers. The shadows had let up from your clit and breasts, now trying their best to soothe and comfort you by wiping your pleasured tears away and playing with your hair. Though Azriel had continued to explore and stretch your arse with his tongue, too entranced by the feel of you, enjoying this moment for as long as he could.
Azriel.
Rhysand's voice thundered through Azriel making him cringe and nuzzle into you further.
I'm busy.
Was the only response Azriel gave your brother as he removed himself from your ass before trailing quick, small kisses up your cunt and toward your belly button.
My office. Now.
Unrelenting command filled his voice, though Azriel wasn't having any of it, his silence answer enough.
Unless you want me to burst through her door and embarrass the both of you?
A talon of power had lightly scratched Azriel's mind, a threatening emphasis on top of Rhysand's warning.
Fine.
Azriel had sent back before slamming his mental shields back up. He stood to his fullest height, looking down at you, only to find that you were already staring up at him, still sucking his fingers. The shadows lifted the bed covers and wrapped them around you, knowing that they'd look after you while Azriel would be away shortly.
Azriel took his fingers out of your mouth as he dipped down to place a tender kiss on your forehead before cupping your cheek. "How do you feel?"
"Amazing," You beamed up at him, glowing with post-orgasm bliss. "The pain is gone. I guess the rumors were right," Your laugh sent Azriel's heart skipping a few beats faster as he grinned back down at you, tracing your lips with his thumb.
"I'm glad it worked," He chuckled, before reality at set into him. "Rhys is back, he wants me to meet him in his office,"
Your brows worried together making anxiety seep into Azriel's skin.
"Is he okay? Is Cass okay?"
Good. You didn't know.
"They're fine, I promise," Azriel slowly, reluctantly drew himself away from you, preparing to travel to Rhysand's study through the shadows. "I'll be back,"
Maybe.
"Good," You smirked, oblivious to the verbal and possible physical lashing Azriel was about to receive. "I still haven't had all of you yet,"
You reached out to palm the dent in Azriel's pants, unaware that you were not making his situation any better. But Azriel let you, dipping his head back, releasing a low, primal growl. He gently grasped your hand, staring down at you as he pressed a promising kiss to your small fingers.
Later. The kiss seemed to say. Azriel would make sure of it. Even if he had to take the two of you away to find some gods damn peace and isolation from judging eyes.
Azriel's shadows surrounded him in a dark cloud till he vanished out of your bedroom and into Rhysand's office.
Rhysand sat at his desk, fury a moonless night across his face. He asked softly, "Are you out of your mind?"
Azriel donned the frozen mask he'd perfected while in his father's dungeon. "I don't know what you're talking about,"
It was going to be a long night.
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i completely get it. lucifer morningstar x a reader who grows close to him in his time of grief/depression in lilith’s absence? maybe reader is like his secretary or something lol. can be platonic or not!!
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𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧… (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)
(𝐰𝐜): 681
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You're Lucifer's secretary and help him through the grief of his divorce.
(𝐀/𝐍): Going off the theory that Lucifer and Lilith got divorced here. Also there are like no Lucifer gifs??? Help :''''(
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): None
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♡ Your life as Lucifer's secretary was a comfortable one.
♡ Despite having lived in Hell for so long, he still kept some of his angelic qualities, and paid you earnestly for your work.
♡ He also gave you a secure place to live and was more forgiving than any of your past employers.
♡ So, it was a no-brainer that you really wanted to keep your job.
♡ And it honestly seemed like you would, you and Lucifer grew close as a team, you became a familiar face to his wife and daughter, and you didn't face any trouble, lest the demon wanted to have a problem with Lucifer himself.
♡ But you were caught off guard when Lucifer suddenly came to you upset after Charlie's 18th birthday because Lilith asked for a divorce.
♡ You couldn't lie and say you didn't notice anything--not from Lilith, but from Lucifer. He had this air around him that made it obvious he was hiding something, he'd drink more often, and he'd barge into your home at random times of day, sometimes even night.
♡ But it was obvious that the actual announcement of a divorce really hit him.
♡ His destructive behavior only worsened after that.
♡ He would drink so much that he was drunk all day, he began to neglect his duties, so you had to learn to pick up his slack, and he was now spending days at your house, so you were basically taking care of him.
♡ Taking care of everything took its toll.
♡ You were always tired, and barely had any time to yourself. If you weren't working, you were watching over Lucifer, but if you weren't watching over Lucifer, you were trying to look after your house and bills.
♡ It was a tiring roundabout.
♡ So, one night, you caved and drank with Lucifer.
♡ It was a great bonding experience between the two of you, where you were able to let loose and vent about everything, seemingly forgetting that the man you were speaking to was the source of all these problems, as well as your employer.
♡ But it was the wakeup call Lucifer needed.
♡ A year after the divorce, he began to turn around.
♡ He went back to working, he helped more around your house, but he still stayed around.
♡ I mean, he couldn't just leave when you took such great care of him.
♡ He had a taste of your generosity and he couldn't get enough of it.
♡ Time passed and neither of you mentioned this extended sleepover.
♡ And as the days went by, Lucifer did his best to convince himself that the growing affection that was building for you was just because of your kind efforts.
♡ After he finally realized, he became increasingly awkward around you.
♡ He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, you two had an obvious power dynamic.
♡ He just couldn't help liking you.
♡ You were so caring and gentle to him... But you weren't a fool.
♡ You picked up on his bullshit almost immediately.
♡ You noticed how Lucifer would jump to do things for you, make any excuse to touch you, and stare at you for a little too long when he thought you weren't paying attention.
♡ You became intrigued by his suddenly-bashful nature. It opened up an entirely new side of Lucifer you hadn't seen before.
♡ As Lucifer became more bold and started flirting with you, you reciprocated it.
♡ Your relationship quickly evolved into a situationship, where you would flirt and spend every moment together, but neither of you made the move to confess.
♡ To be honest, you grew a little tired of how slow Lucifer was being, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.
♡ You set up a nice night with dinner and wine, where you got much closer and direct with Lucifer.
♡ The tensions were high and you finally shared your first kiss with him and you two became official.
♡ Yay!
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#hazbin hotel#lucifer x reader#lucifer magne x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader#x gn reader#x gender neutral reader#reader insert#my writing#headcanons#hazbin hotel x reader
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Lute x Fem!Reader
I literally have no title..
Word count: 1986
Summary: Reader finds out about extermination day(s) and exorcists! 😰
A/N: If anyone is ooc blame me!
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You and Lute are a very tight-knit duo—which is… weird. Lute is this stoic, cutthroat, ruthless angel while you… you’re, well, you. Still, she manages to have some sort of soft spot for you. She even decided to date you, for that matter. Other than Adam, you’re someone that she truly… loves. She appreciates you to a great extent, and that’s why she was so… horrified when you found out about the exterminations and exorcists.
It happened during the trial—the Princess of Hell and her girlfriend came to Heaven talking about ‘Sinner redemption’, and Adam’s loudmouthed ass just HAD to expose the truth. The look on your face, as Adam brushed it off nonchalantly, made Lute sick to her stomach. She never wanted to see such a horrified expression on the face which she found so pretty. It made things ten times worse when you looked at her. Rage, anger, disappointment—so many emotions crossed your face, it was hard for her to decipher which one you were truly feeling. She isn’t used to seeing anything other than a smile on your face, your scowl was killing her inside.
She never feels guilty about her job as an exorcist—hell, she LOVES her job. Seeing you so.. disapproving was hurting her pride.
For a while, you refused to speak to her. Spending time with her became spending time with Emily. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t frustrate her. You were supposed to be laughing with her, smiling at her, looking at her with those eyes full of adoration. Part of it also.. saddened her. She thought you hated her. She thought things would never go back to how they used to be between you two. All she wanted was her angel back, to hold you and apologize to you for lying about something so big. It took everything in her holy being to stop herself from seizing you, then and there, anytime she saw you with Emily.
“Nothing will ever tear us apart, Lute,” you told her, “It’s you and me, forever!”
Lute was starting to doubt these very words. She does put Adam first, but you? You’re everything to her. She’d go to Hell and back for you (which she technically did). She just wants to talk to you, to talk things out. She was jealous, but she had no real reason to be.
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“Shit, Lute, still being ignored by her?” Adam would say with an exasperated sigh. “You have to stop being a pussy. Just talk things out or somethin’!”
Lute would give no response—just a simple glare. She’s not one to open up about her emotions, even to those closest to her. It would usually gain bad responses, but you respected that. You respected her. You wouldn’t force her to do things, and she loved that.
“I mean, seriously. You can’t keep your bitch by-“
Adam gets cut off by his subordinate storming off. Oh, she was mad mad. Adam’s words did get to her, though. She was going to find you! You think you can ignore her for long? You think she’ll LET you ignore her for long? You’re her girlfriend. She was going to sit you down and give you a piece of her mind—even if she’s technically the one in the wrong.
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“Oh, oh! Yesterday, Sera and I went to this movie screening, and the lead actor was so cuute!” Emily squeals, jumping up and down as she fangirls to you.
You would roll your eyes. Emily is childish in that way—she gets so happy over any and everything. You’ve noticed that she and Sera have been spending more time together; it’s probably Sera’s way of trying to make up for lying to her. If only *Lute* would try to make things up to you...
“Em, he was not all that,” you sigh, “he was pretty average at best.”
She gasps, frowning harshly. Her face is very expressive, you can’t help but slightly smile. “Don’t give me that—he was so dreamy! Pleaaasee, Y/N, you don’t get it in just the tiiiniest way?”
You shake your head, “No, not really. He’s.. not my type.”
“Yeah, because Lute’s your type~” Emily wiggles her eyebrows and grins.
She knows that you and Lute are dating; you and Lute as a couple is just the cutest idea to her. Before the two of you started dating, she’d always find a way to set you guys up and make it seem coincidental. You were oblivious to this, but Lute knew.
“Speak of the angel herself, Lute!! Hiii!!”
As you instantly whip your head around to look for Lute, you feel yourself being dragged away. A strong, firm grip is on your wrist as Emily shouts goodbye, not bothering to help you! For goodness’s sake, you’re technically being kidnapped!
“Y/N, refrain from thrashing around. We’re just going to talk, okay?” Lute says, her tone full of authority.
You don’t resist, honestly... You’re just glad she’s taking initiative. You stay silent for a hot minute, not having anything to say to her. Sure, you missed her, she’s your Lute! Then again, she brutally slaughters human souls! Whether they go to Heaven or Hell, they were still humans at some point. You stand your ground and believe it’s unfair. So, you say something: “You, Adam, and all the other ‘exorcists’ are stupid.”
She scoffs, flicking your nose. “Here you go with the childish insults. Will you let me explain myself, or will you keep ridiculing me?”
You let out a loud, dramatic groan. Of course, you’ll let her explain herself. She gives you a small smirk, but it quickly fades into nothingness as she clears her throat.
“If we don’t kill Sinners, the number of them will continue to grow. Eventually, they’ll strike on Heaven. I’m doing you a favor,” she states, no sense of remorse prominent in her tone.
“You aren’t doing me a favor! You’re hurting people. They’re already dead, don’t kill them twice,” you retort, wriggling your wrist out of her grasp. Her eyes widen at your resistance, and she sort of frowns.
“Would you rather risk an ambush on Heaven? If you think I’d let anything that resides in Hell step foot in here and harm you-“
She instantly stops herself from continuing further, her wings lowering as she composes herself.
“Y/N, all I’m saying is that I want you to be safe... I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you,” she mumbles, “I don’t want to lose you.”
Your expression slightly softens. She’s slightly trembling—her hands are clenched into fists as she tries to keep calm. Her wings are low, which is unlike her. They’re always up and out—she looks so vulnerable at this moment. Part of you wants to take her hands into yours and squeeze them, but you’re still being a bit stubborn, so you look away and cross your arms.
“I just don’t like how you lied to me..” you say, avoiding eye contact with her. “I thought we told each other everything…”
A pained expression crosses Lute’s face for a brief moment, and she doesn’t hesitate to inch closer to you. She doesn’t do anything other than that. She just inches closer—her comforting skills are very bad. You groan and just throw your arms around her, hugging her close. After a while, she wraps her arms (and wings) around you very.. shyly? You know physical touch and affection are new to her since she hasn’t really been in many relationships before. Especially with someone she’s so damn smitten with.
She rests her face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly as if she never, EVER, wants to let go. “I’m sorry,” she softly whispers, “I’ll.. try not to lie to you anymore. It was a deal with Sera, we weren’t supposed to tell any other angels about.. it.”
Lute pulls away from you, a torn look on her face as she debates on something. Then, she pulls you a bit closer and trails kisses down your neck, gently biting the spot between your neck and shoulder. She then places her lips against your ear lobe—kissing it lightly as she continues to speak, “I love you Y/N, I promise. You know I’d never purposely lie to you..”
A blush spreads across your face and your breathing hitches at her loving actions—they’re making you feel giddy. She rarely shows affection like this, and it’s hot. She starts to kiss your neck again, nipping at your skin and leaving little love bites on it, her hands sliding down to your waist. Before she can get too handsy, you pull away from her with a smile.
“Well.. it does start with sorry,” you teasingly say, flicking her halo. “Can I forgive you, though? I mean, you did say you love me..”
The way Lute looks at you in this moment just yanks at your heartstrings. She looks so desperate for your forgiveness—being rejected by you is her worst fear. It’s adorable to you, so with a bit of thought, you come to a conclusion.
“I can look past your yearly slaughter-fests, I guess,” you say, and her eyes light up like fireworks, then and there. “Oh—and I love you too, so much..”
She scoops you up off the ground and twirls you around before settling down for a deep, passionate kiss with you. She’s been yearning for that… she missed kissing you so badly. To do it again just sends her to a place higher than Heaven, making her wings prop back up to sit tall and proud behind her. Lute smugly grins into the kiss; she has her girl back, and she can’t wait to brag about it, specifically to Adam.
When the two of you finally part, she gives you another quick peck on your lips. She then clears her throat, taking your hand in hers. “We’re going to Adam, okay? I know you’ll say okay anyway, you’d do anything for me,” she playfully says, roaming the streets of Heaven to find her commander.
You roll your eyes, but you know she’s somewhat right. You would do pretty much anything for her—you love her. She doesn’t tend to show it too much, but Lute loves you one hundred times more. She drops your hand, snaking her arm around your waist, and pulling you closer to her so she can flaunt you.
“…You should see me when I fight. I’m pretty badass.”
She gets an elbow to her gut for that comment, followed by an unamused click of your tongue. “That’s not funny. I’d rather see you look badass doing something else..”
She scowls, but her expression immediately softens and becomes a smile. She missed your playful banters. As you walk with her, she admiringly gazes at you. You’re so perfect to her, she can’t help but lean in and kiss your head a couple of times. This is the most affectionate she’s ever been, and she’s very embarrassed by the fact. It’s not a good look for her reputation, people will assume she’s going soft. Who is she kidding.. she’s going to show off her love for you if she wants to. She’s trying to be bolder and more direct with her wants in this relationship—deciding to say something with a bit more confidence.
“Oh, and I’m sleeping over tonight. I’m sorry, Y/N, but I’m not keeping my hands off you for the whole day.”
…She immediately got embarrassed after saying that. Luckily for her, you liked that and leaned into her.
“Jeez, Lute~ My bed is always open to you anyways,” you say with a happy grin, glad to have made up with your girlfriend.
Lute’s heart is doing jumping jacks right now. She struggles to keep a stern face and her hand starts to sweat—she gets this way around you. Only you. Now, she can’t wait to have some alone time with you.
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blue velvet
mafia!eddie munson x fem!reader
Eddie and you make use of the new bathtub. (prompt #21, happy bday love!! <3) @funsonmunson-again (1.4k)
soft sex, mafia!eddie, fem reader, bathtub sex, smut, mdni 18+ :)
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You were planning on surprising Eddie when he got home. Pink satin robe, hugged tight to your body and nothing underneath.
Eddie has a tendency of coming home stressed from whatever it is he’s done that day, all you wanted was to help him unwind. He recently enlarged the bathtub in your shared bathroom, something you’ve been requesting for him to do for a while.
The last time you guys tried to have sex in the bathtub, well, it was full of cramping limbs and compact space. It’s been a few weeks since the new bathtub was installed. You guys haven’t had enough time for each other during that time period since a lot has been going on continuously.
You were putting the last finishing touches on your hair and makeup, nothing too much since it’ll just get wiped off either way.
The sound of tires over gravel can be heard from outside the bathroom window.
Eddie was home.
You quickly untied your robe and sat on the rim of the tub, waiting for Eddie to come upstairs.
Eddie was a bit surprised that you didn’t greet him at the front door like you usually do, maybe you weren’t home.
With a sigh, he walked into the front hallway, taking off his shoes.
“Sweetheart?” You could hear Eddie’s voice echo throughout the empty mansion.
“Up here!” You yelled back, alerting Eddie of your location.
Eddie could hear your voice coming from the bedroom, going to make his way up the grand staircase. He was a bit confused on where exactly you were, as you were nowhere to be found in the bedroom.
“Baby? Where are you?” He said with a slight breathless chuckle.
“Bathroom, dear.” He could hear the smile in your voice, making him smile. Coming home from a long day to you was always a breath of fresh air.
The warm glow from the bathroom light spread throughout the dark bedroom, Eddie made his way to the open door.
As soon as he breached the entrance to the bathroom, he stopped in the doorway and just observed you and everything you set up.
There were a few candles around the sink and some on the floor next to the tub, and then you.
He thought you were the actual embodiment of an angel with the way you were sitting patiently on the tub, waiting for him.
The bathtub was halfway filled with water, and Eddie noticed how you even added bubbles.
You were sitting there, with your legs crossed and staring up at him with wide eyes and a small smile.
Eddie slowly sauntered over to your seated form, stopping right in front of you. Toe to toe with each other, he traced your jawline with his finger down to your chin, lifting your face up to be eye to eye with him.
“Is this all for me, baby?” He whispered.
“Of course it is, daddy.” You whispered back, staring into his ebony gaze. You could feel your arousal seeping onto the soft porcelain of the tub, you were sure if you stood up there’d be a puddle.
Eddie could feel his pants tighten from your sickly sweet tone and doe eyes.
He pulled back from you to undress, he was able to remove his clothes in record time. Just wanting to spend the rest of the night with you wrapped around him.
You giggled from his eagerness, standing up from the tub.
Now standing in front of him, you trailed your hand down from his naked chest, to his stomach, to the tuft of hair leading to his leaking cock.
Eddie brought his hand up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, just as an act of dominance to bring you closer to his waiting lips.
You kissed him back with fervor, it was a slow intimate kiss, just what you both needed.
It was the right amount of tongue and spit, moaning into the kiss, you grasped Eddie’s cock and slowly started to jerk him off. Rubbing your thumb over his slit, you could feel him slightly tighten his grip on your neck, making you softly bite his lip.
Eddie pulled away from you, and halted your movements on his cock, “you gonna be a good girl for me, kitten?”
You bit your lip looking up at him, nodding to his question.
He offered you a small smirk and drifted his hands downwards from your neck, ghosting over your nipples and making you let out a soft moan.
Eddie then pulled away and went towards the bubble filled tub.
“Then what are you waiting for?” He stated, getting into the tub.
You followed him into the tub, and placing yourself right on his lap after he seated himself.
Your hands went right to the nape of his neck, grabbing onto his hair for leverage.
Eddie’s hands meandered down to your ass, gripping the soft flesh in both of his palms. This made you start a slow pace of grinding on Eddie’s dick, his length nudging your clit each time making you let out quiet gasps.
You bent down from your position to slot your lips over his soft ones, not ceasing your grinding pace.
“Mm, you gonna let me fuck you?” Eddie mumbled into the kiss.
“Please daddy..” You whispered in a salacious tone.
Eddie’s hand came down onto the flesh of your ass in reply, leaving a resounding smack throughout the room.
You moaned in response.
You went back to trailing your hand down in between both of your bodies and into the soapy water, grabbing Eddie’s cock then sitting up on your knees. You aligned his throbbing dick with your dripping hole, slowly dropping yourself onto him.
You and Eddie both let out moans at once, enjoying the pleasure you were delivering each other.
“God, you’re so fucking tight kitten..” Eddie was giving you small kisses around your neck and collarbones, leaving an occasional bite.
“D-daddy, you feel so fucking good..” Your brows were furrowed and your mouth was slightly agape, making room for your quiet moans and gasps.
You started with a slow pace, moving up and down on his cock. Eddie was guiding your movements with both of his hands squeezing your ass.
You ducked your head down to Eddie’s neck, suckling on his neck. Eddie bit his lip, moving his head to the side to give you more access.
He planted his feet at the bottom of the tub, bending his knees, thrusting into you from below. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, moaning against his skin.
The noises you were making were cloying, Eddie was thinking about how lucky he was to have you.
Letting go of your ass in favor of your hips, he brought his thumb down to your clit and started rubbing at a leisurely pace. This made your warm walls tighten and flutter around Eddie’s cock, making him groan.
“Yeah? You like that?” Eddie whispered in your ear, making you feel like you were on fire.
“Uh-huh, please-“ At this, Eddie sped up his thrusting and started rubbing your clit more fiercely. You were engulfed in so much pleasure you felt like you could pass out.
“I’m gonna c-cum!” You stuttered over your own words, digging your nails into his shoulder blades, leaving small crescent marks.
You arched your back, pushing your chest into Eddie’s, making him smirk. Eddie gave you two more thrusts before you fell apart all over him, cumming on his cock.
Your cunt was pulsing from the aftershocks of your orgasm, slowly leading Eddie into his, cumming inside of you with a low groan and his hands tightening over your hips.
The both of you were panting, trying to catch your breath. Eddie was leaving small kisses around your jaw and your cheek.
“Shit, we should’ve done that sooner.” Eddie replied breathlessly, grinning into the sensitive skin of your neck. You giggled, sitting up straight and stretching your arms above your head.
“I told you! It’s so relaxing, and easy clean up.” You rubbed your hands up and down Eddie’s chest, biting your lip looking down at him.
You leant down to leave a kiss on Eddie’s swollen and kiss-bitten lips, and he moved his hands to your thighs, giving you a small squeeze.
You guys stayed like that for the next hour, just basking in each other's company and enjoying the warmth of each other's body heat. Leaving occasional kisses on the others lips.
Safe to say you both made up for lost time, and made use of the new addition to your bathroom.
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