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taifenggg · 10 months

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Lovestruck[Dateables]

Things the dateables do because they’re simps for you

CW: none

Characters: GN!Reader(no pronouns specified), Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon

Authors Notes: requests are open atm! dont be afraid to send something my way, just be sure to read the rules first!

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Diavolo [👐💗]

He always thinks about you and acts on impulse because of it

“Barbatos, I saw them eyeing a few things last time I went out with them. I've compiled a list so would you mind procuring everything that you can?" Barbatos nodded, "Yes my lord, but if I may, what's the occasion?" Despite saying this, Barbatos knew full well that there was no special occasion, but decided to humor Diavolo.

"Oh! Nothing in particular, I just felt like it," he chuckled softly, a faint flush on his face. Barbatos shook his head slightly, the edges of his lips threatening to curl upwards into a knowing smile. Diavolo started fiddling with his hands, staring at his phone anxiously. Everytime it would vibrate his head would shoot up and his hand would reach over, only for his head to droop slightly, seeing as how it wasn't a message from you.

"Young Master, seeing as how you can't seem to focus on your paperwork, perhaps it's best that we should continue this later? You seem rather antsy," Barbatos pressed a hand to the top of the stack of papers before Diavolo, a knowing smile on his face. Diavolo's face lit up realizing that Barbatos was releasing him to leave, to be able to see you. "Perhaps we should," he pushes back his seat standing up. "Barbatos, I'm going out for a bit, keep an eye on the castle while I'm away." And without another word, he bolts out of his office.

Barbatos chuckles softly watching him race off, neatly stacking the scattered paperwork into a pile.

Barbatos [⌛🖤]

He’s not afraid to show his most vulnerable sides to you

"Well this is a sight to behold."

Barbatos looks up from the kitchen counter, a soft smile on his face. You find you mouth hanging open slightly as you stare at him. Even while working in the kitchen, Barbatos seems refined as ever, sleeves neatly rolled up showing off his forearms, and an apron tied around his waist. You quickly avert your gaze, suddenly taking interest in the wall, feeling your face grow warm. Barbatos only smiles at you, gesturing for you to come closer. As you approach him, he holds a spoon in his hand, “Here, have a taste and tell me what you think.”

Tentatively taking the spoon from him, you lick it, your eyes lighting up. “This is great! Is this what you’re making?” You look down at what he’s created. “I took some inspiration from the human world and decided to try my hand at making...crème brulée? How is it?” He stares at you, eager to hear your feedback. “It’s perfect,” you grin, shooting him a thumbs up giving him your approval. Your smile soon turns into a slight frown, Barbatos gives you a puzzled glance, “Is something the matter?”

“Your eyes...Barbatos, have you been overworking yourself?” a hand reaches up to cup his face, rubbing his cheek. Barbatos stiffens slightly from your touch, unaccustomed to the feeling of someone touching him so....intimately. Usually, he would have smacked away the hand caressing at him, but instead his eyes soften, and his hand reaches up to hold yours in his. “I will be fine, please do not worry,” he laughs softly, feeling a warm sensation in his chest from your concern over him. You shook your head, pouting at him, “I should talk to Diavolo about lightening the amount of work you’ve taken on recently, he’ll understand.” You pull away from him and Barbatos finds himself craving the warmth of your hands once more. He reaches out to you, pulling you back close to him, “No, that’s quite alright, although, thank you for your concern.” You sigh softly, turning around, “Then you have to promise me that you’ll get some rest. Please?” you give him the best puppy dog eyes that you can muster, and Barbatos’ resolve wavers.

“Very well, but at the very least, allow me to put the dessert into the fridge before it spoils.”

Solomon [🪄🤍]

He’s always looking out for you and your well-being

“Careful MC, watch your step, the footing here is uneven,” Solomon holds a hand out to you, a smile on his face.

“It’s not that bad,” you scoff, rolling your eyes, but despite what you said you still took his hand holding it in yours. His hands, seem to mold into yours, his fingers wrapping around yours. “Got you,” he chuckled softly, “Now I’m never going to let you go.” You push him lightly, laughing softly as you squeeze his hand in yours. Solomon’s grip on you is firm, and provides you with a sense of comfort as the two of you stroll through the bustling streets of the Devildom. You stare at all of the shops, a grin on your face as you pull Solomon along, pointing out the things that you find of interest.

Suddenly Solomon tugs you to the side and out of the way of a few demons, racing through the streets. He shields you with his body holding you close. Once they pass by, he looks stares at you affection in his gaze, “Are you alright? They pushed by pretty quickly.” His voice is soft as he continues staring at you. “I’m fine, I just wasn’t expecting you to do that,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up. "Well there's more where that came from," he smiled, teasing you lightly, leaning in. You laugh softly, pushing him gently. Solomon only laughs, pulling away from you but not before, intertwining his fingers in with yours.

"Stay close to me alright? No harm should befall you as long as you stick by my side."

Simeon [🥞🩵]

He’s always there to lend a shoulder to you

"MC? What’s the matter?” a frown mars his pretty face as he leans over you, concern in his gaze. You turn to look at him from your position on the railing overlooking the vast expanse of the Devildom. You sniffled, wiping your face, trying to make yourself appear more presentable, “Ah Simeon! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come up, I just wanted some fresh air.” Simeon approaches you, worry still written all over his face. His hand reaches up to cup your face which causes you to stiffen from his touch.

“Have you been crying?” he murmurs, his brow creasing as he stared at you. “Huh? I....” you tear your face away from his hand, staring at the floor finding it difficult to hold his gaze. “No I just...like I said, I wanted fresh air,” you let out a shuddering gasp to try and recollect yourself. “MC...look at me,” Simeon lifts your face, fingers gently holding onto your chin. “You can talk to me alright?” To see you on the verge of tears like this, Simeon felt his heart ache, wondering how he could resolve this and console you.

Your breathing quickened as you stared at him feeling your body shake and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Your arms found their way around his torso, clinging to him, your face buried into the crook of his neck for comfort. He emanates warmth, hands gently caressing your back, holding onto you. “It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” his voice murmurs from above you, and you can feel the steady rising and falling of his body.

You continue holding onto him, until you feel that you’re ready to speak. You pull your face away from him, biting your lip. “Sorry...I’m just....I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately so I just wanted some time to myself, and then I couldn’t help myself, I guess I just started crying.” You grimace slightly, turning away from him. “MC...it��s okay to feel these things, there’s nothing to be ashamed about, I mean we can’t always control out emotions and that’s alright.” You feel yourself on the verge of tearing up once more but you force it back, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just suddenly spring this on you.”

Simeon smiles softly, his hands squeezing your sides comfortingly. “My dear MC, there’s nothing you need to apologize for alright? You’re already doing great, and I will ensure that I will always be by your side to give you encouragement should you need it.”

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rinkkuma · 3 months

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୨୧ JJK BOYS AS BFS

ft. yuta okkotsu, suguru geto, & yuuji itadori

tags. reader implied to have long enough hair to tie up in one of suguru's, gn!reader, a bit of cussing, all fluff ! / author's note. gave my bbg (satoru) his own separate post here! i am planning to do a part two! stay tuned (≧∀≦)

YUTA OKKOTSU

definitely the type to be a tiny bit shy at the beginning of your relationship. nervous to ask if he could hold your hand or whatnot, but the moment you say yes his worries melt away. but once he gets comfortable.. oh boy. he is holding your hand 24/7. his hand is super soft though and he gives you the occasional playful squeeze as he smiles at you.

all the other second years teased the fuck out of yuta before you two started dating. his heart nearly stops beating every time he talked to you, there were butterflies in his stomach, his words were getting jumbled, everything that could go wrong did. he tried his very best not to be nervous and obvious about his crush on you, but it eventually slipped while the two of you were having casual conversation with the other second years. (they all face planted and laughed uncontrollably but hey, at least he finally confessed)

he is so gentle with you. whenever he hugs or cuddles with you, his hold is never too strong or too loose. he will never raise your voice at you for whatever reason. he always follows the sidewalk rule. walks slightly faster when he needs to open a door so he can open it for you. pulling out a chair for you. whatever it may be, he treats you like royalty.

yuta is super attentive! the second he sees you slightly shiver, he is taking off his jacket and handing it to you without a second thought. when he notices the look of wanting to go home while you're out and about, he is dragging you to the car. even the slightest change in facial expression, yuta will notice.

will do any chores for you. especially if you hate doing them. he's bored out of his mind while you're doing an assignment, and he doesn't want to bother you? he is cleaning your room, doing your laundry, and sweeping the floors. yuta doesn't mind doing them either! i mean it was gonna be done sooner or later, so why not just do it now?

SUGURU GETO

like the gentleman he is, insists on carrying your bag. anywhere, anytime. after you buy something, he snatches the bag on the counter before you have the chance. the bags are never heavy to him. unless he's carrying a whole haul of bags he'll admit it's a tiny bit heavy, but he would rather die than have you carry your bags.

catches himself staring at you a lot. you could be having a conversation at a table facing each other, and he'll rest his chin on his hand and look at you with the most lovestruck expression ever. when you fall asleep before him, he looks at you with a soft smile all the while he cups your face.

before you two start dating, he smiles so hard while he texts you. (his smile is even bigger now that you're dating, but we'll save that for another time) he almost starts giggling and kicking his feet type excited. suguru also adds ‘my’ to the beginning of your name for your contact name when you officially start dating.

always has hair ties on his wrist for you. (and partially for him) notices that your hair keeps getting in your face while you study? he is already tying it for you. speaking of doing your hair, he can do any hairstyle. literally you could show him a hairstyle you wanna try, and he does it perfectly the first time.

discreetly sprints runs to the passenger side of the car to open the door for you. absolutely insists on opening the door for you. especially if it's raining, he does not want you to get the slightest bit wet, so he opens the door while holding an umbrella over you. one time while it was raining though, he almost slipped and you burst out laughing.

YUUJI ITADORI

if he ever overhears you talking about a certain movie or show with him or someone else, he will one hundred percent watch it for you so he can talk to you about it. even if it's not his cup of tea, it gives him an excuse to see you ramble about something you enjoy and allows him to listen intently.

he loves hearing you laugh and seeing you smile, so he makes a lot of jokes around you. sometimes they aren't really funny, but you always crack a small laugh every time and it makes his heart race every time.

will hold the umbrella for the two of you when it rains. the first time it started raining while you guys were out, he was jumping for joy. (in his head) he has been waiting for this moment since like, forever and he almost always carries an umbrella around during the winter season just in case of this. the second it started to rain, he pulled it out of his pocket (that you did not know existed) and opened it up over the two of you. if the umbrella is too small for the two of you, he makes sure it's at least covering you. he does not care if he gets wet.

very slightly panicked if you ever get hurt. it could be as small as a paper cut, a scrape on your knee from falling, and oh boy. he is losing his mind. it's not like he didn't know how to tend wounds, but he would be so worried that your tiny little paper cut would be life-threatening. after about 2 hours of calming him down, he is no longer worried about the injury.

bakes you a cake for your birthday! (with the help of megumi, nobara, and all of the second years of course) it was a disastrous experience to say the least, but the cake didn't turn out too bad. sneakily figures out your favorite cake flavor a few weeks prior. (he asked megumi to randomly start a conversation with you about dessert and lured you into finding your favorite flavor) he shows up to your door first thing in the morning before he starts to sing (in the doorway) and gives you a bazillion hugs throughout the whole day.

#jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru #itadori x reader #itadori yuji x reader #yuji itadori #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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fireflysymphony · 3 months

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Aventurine w a fem! bodyguard reader smut... 👀

Aventurine x fem! bodyguard reader

MDNI 18+ content ahead

A/N: thank you for the request! I really like the concept. I wrote it as a mix of headcanons and a quick drabble at the end. I hope you enjoy it <3

Word count: 2.7k

Content warning: Fem! Reader, slight exhibitionism, pet names, fingering, teasing, praise, needy lovestruck Aventurine, slight degradation, slight begging (on his end), pretty soft sex, Aventurine’s daddy kink strikes again, I have a lack of gun knowledge but just roll with it, not proofread

Headcanons

Let me make this really clear: HE’S not the one who needs protection right now; it’s YOU.

The second he met you he was sizing you up with that cute little smirk of his, making it pretty obvious that all professionalism was lost the very moment he saw such a pretty number was working for him.

You should have run then.

What was the IPC thinking when they hired you for this? Is this some type of wrath from the Aeons? What did you do to deserve this punishment?

From the very beginning, he’s a pain to deal with, but you don’t have the authority to talk back, only giving him tight smiles and apologetic words. He knows this and takes full advantage of the situation.

“Y’know, princess, if you’re going to be with me all the time, shouldn’t I have a prettier view? I don’t like having to leave everything up to the imagination. Do you think red or blue is more your color? Ah~ I’ll buy both.” And you’re sitting there seething as he taps away on his phone, seemingly oblivious to your displeasure. Was he just joking? What was he doing?

The VERY next day you see Aventurine holding up not one but two skin tight dresses with fabric only hiding your more intimate areas. It was more like lingerie than a dress like something you’d see on a stripper.

He evidently wasn’t just teasing you.

As politely as you could, you told him it would hinder your fighting ability if anyone were to attack, so you absolutely couldn’t wear it. He made some futile comment about how he’d love to see you try so he could get a peek up your skirt to, you know, “negate the traumatizing experience of him being attacked.”

In the end, you won the argument, and Aventurine threw a tantrum, muttering something about giving them to a woman who’d actually appreciate a gift like that. You told him straight to his face that he should just give it to the many women he brought to bed each night then.

The surprised and hurt look on his face will forever be carved into your memory.

After that, he actively stopped calling you by his nicknames which, deep inside, you missed, or it might just be the guilt of seeing his usually inalterable flirtatious self turn into a sad kicked puppy of a man. You held onto your pride though and forced yourself to bite back any apology or reconsiderations of his request you may have had. The man should have known your job was on the line, and his insensitive acts of fickle flirtation could not sway you.

The very next day he was up to his usual antics, and you got the impression that he only seemed upset to try to guilt you. Asshole. It only made you more upset with him. Did he like playing with your emotions?

Did I mention he loves it when you say his name? Sometimes he’ll ignore your presence just to hear you say “Mr. Aventurine? Boss?! Sir, I’m talking to you.” In your signature annoyed tone. It makes his heart melt. The only thing he can think of is imagining how your little pants and sighs of his name sound while he’s on top of you. How would you sound if you weren’t constantly annoyed at him? If he brought you pleasure?

Honestly, he was whipped for you from day one, and his actions might sound annoying and overly flirtatious, but that’s just how he shows love.

I could tell you so many things that this man has done for your attention, but that’d probably be the length of the Holy Bible. There are so many places this could go, but I think this instance of his sticks out the most amongst many akin to it.

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You were used to casinos at this point. The loud blaring sounds of people playing the slot machines and thick, suffocating smell of alcohol were background sensations at this point. You couldn’t even bother to give them a second thought, not when a gun was pointed at the man you were supposed to be protecting. Safe to say the poker game was ruined. Champagne soiled the cards, shards of glass from the glasses littered the floor and table, and Aventurine, stupid Aventurine, had his hands raised in the air, his signature smirk pointed at the assailant like his own brand of deadly weapon.

“Hey, hey, now. This isn’t the place to have one of those, is it? Look, you ruined the cards!” Adventurine laughed, making a circling motion with his hand as if trying to gesture to the table of cards which were now soaked a yellowish brown color. Your hand rested on your gun, ready to fire at any sign of him about to pull the trigger. “Can’t we talk this out? I’m sure with a little persuasion you be happy to hand over-“

Your pistol fired later than his. Shit.

All that registered in your mind was the crying of two men, and Aventurine hunched over with a pained expression as he gripped his stomach. You were trained for this, but in your state of panic, you ran to him instead of making sure the attacker was dead. You scooped him up, struggling to carry him with your gun pointed at the now surrounded shooter while retreating from the casino. You wished you could make sure he was dead, but attending to Aventurine’s injuries were your first priority.

“You idiot. I told you to stop provoking people and look where we are!” You scolded him, Aventurine now quiet and clinging to your shoulders. You were too panicked to question his unusual behavior after just being shot in the stomach. “..If you’re worried, you won’t die. I got you.”

“I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me, Princess.” He laughed, setting his chin on your shoulder. Sensing something was off, you turned down an alleyway and skidded to a stop. He wasn’t screaming in pain nor were his cheeks stained with tears, even the adrenaline wouldn’t keep him from crying out, right? “I’m surprised it took you this long to catch on. No, I’m not-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you dropped him to the ground before crouching down and lifting his shirt up. No wounds in sight.

“Getting rather intimate, aren’t we? You should give me the chance to do this to you.”

“Shut up! What did you do, Aventurine?!” You demanded, yanking his shirt back down before leaning back on your haunches. He looked satisfied with himself as he shuffled to lean against the alley wall. His hat and glasses were gone, probably from the scuffle. He’d have her go get them later.

“Uh-uh, remember who you’re talking to, beautiful.” He smiled, running his hand through his hair and covering his right eye, the other one illuminating his face well enough to be able to see his features in the darkness. “But since you haven’t figured it out, I simply hired someone to shoot me with a blank which, by the way, hurt like a bitch still. I might still need you to kiss my booboo.”

He saw you were about to open your mouth again and placed a finger to your lips, shushing you. “And before you ask: I replaced your bullets with blanks too, so you didn’t shoot an innocent man. I’m not that cruel.”

“You’re cruel to me.” You murmured, knocking his hand away from your face. He smiled and gave you a little shrug, just like a mischievous toddler who was proud when he colored on the walls. “You're impossible. I can’t believe I was actually worried for your life!”

“Worried? I make crazy bets all the time, princess. Gambling my life is no strange feat to me, you should know this.” He smiled again, this time actually touching your lips with the tip of his finger. Your lips parted, the fabric of his gloves sending you spinning. How soft were his actual fingers? What did they look like under those gloves? Were they long, slender, and delicate, or did they have some edge to them, all calloused and rugged? You imagined the former; Aventurine didn’t do much. “But, I have a pretty good hand right now. I bet you won’t stop me from playing it and showing you my cards.”

“But you’re gambling with my feelings too. That’s different. I don’t like being used.” You steadied yourself against the wall, trying to rid your mind of thoughts about his hands. Wait, when did he get so close? You were backed against the wall now, Aventurine caging you there with his lanky form.

“And I’ll make it up to you, just relax, babydoll. I just needed to be close to you. I couldn’t take it anymore.” He placed his forehead against yours, squeezing his eyes shut. His hand fit perfectly with her cheek as if their bodies were crafted for each other. You weren’t so sure, but the way you were feeling right now wasn’t professional.

“Let me take care of you instead for a chance.” He left featherlight kisses on your forehead, trailing down the side of your face. Each kiss grew longer than the last, his lips unable to pull away from you. He cupped both of your cheeks, his lips nearly touching yours as he spoke. “You aren’t pushing me away. I did all this for a moment alone with you, away from prying eyes. Now the IPC can’t punish you if you indulge a little. Please, pretty girl, let me have this. Let me have you.”

You shuddered from his warm breath on your mouth, months of his teasing and antics festering inside you. Defeat was so easy in this moment, the taste of another person’s lips a fleeting memory ever since you got this job. His constant advances would only get worse the more you rejected him. Aventurine always got what he was due. Always. Whatever it be you warming his bed one night or taking you in the back of an alleyway, he’d get it. Deep down, you loved being chased, but now the hunter finally cornered its prey.

“Not again. Never again after this, okay? One time so you make it fucking count.” You grabbed him by his shirt collar, smashing your lips against his, the taste of champagne filling your mouth. He knew what he was doing and held the back of your head, tangling his fingers with your hair. Your actions caught him off guard though; he prepared for the crushing reality of you pushing him away, but you didn’t. Now he just needed to act like he knew you wouldn’t all along.

The softness of his lips lulled you into a daze, your hands aching from how tight you held onto him. Each time he pulled back for a breath, you didn’t give him much time to rest before your lips were on his again, asking for more which he provided with no hesitance. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, taking the delicate flesh between his teeth and playing with it before letting his tongue mold into yours.

“Someone’s a little needy. I could tell by the way you act that you’re pent up, but this is bad.” He fully pulled away with his face flushed, binding your wrists together and holding them above your head with one hand. He left open mouthed kisses down your neck to your chest. Not bothering to waste anymore time, he used his teeth to free your chest from the buttons of your blouse. “Fucking me in an alleyway like this? You must have wanted me from the beginning. Please say you’ve always wanted me, pretty girl. Please… please… fromday one, I’ve always needed you…”

He pulled down your bra with his teeth, kissing and sucking at your breasts with a hunger similar to that of a starving man. His tongue flicked over your delicate buds, moaning at the feeling of your warmth in his mouth. You were starting to think he was right. He acted like he really did need you. As you saw him buried in your chest, eyes filled with lust and desire, all your second thoughts faded to dust.

“Mr. Aventurine…” You tugged on his hair, blond locks soft as the finest silk. Of course he was soft and so delicate; he felt like he could break with one wrong move from you. How was he so torturous and annoying yet the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?

Aventurine’s heart stopped at the sound of your whiny cry of his name. The sound he’s been craving was more beautiful than he could have ever thought.

“I got you, my princess. You’re so beautiful, so fucking gorgeous.” He held up his free hand to his lips, biting at the fabric a few times before getting a hold of the glove and slowly pulling it off. He kept eye contact with you as he did, giving you the impression he was trying to be seductive about it. Before you could say anything about it though, he was already back to your body, hands roaming down to the waistband of your pants.

Within moments, your pants and undergarments were bunched at your knees, and Aventurine got straight to abusing your clit, your already slick folds acting as the perfect lube. “You’re so wet for me. What a naughty, naughty girl you are. So bad, you couldn't hold back that professional facade for long. Were your panties always dripping when you got home? Did you touch yourself and think about me doing this? What a fucking slut.”

He chuckled and collected the slick before shoving a single finger into you, letting out a louder moan than you. He loved the way you felt around him, how tight you were squeezing just one finger. “Fuck… so tight. Can you even take another?” He managed to get another finger into you, stretching you out as he twisted deeper inside of you. He worked at a slow pace while also kissing your neck and chest, selfishly leaving marks in his wake. Eventually, he sped up, losing himself as he pounded into you with another finger.

Your body convulsed, hiccuping in pleasure. “Fuck! Fuck! S-sir-! Shit, I’m gonna- gonna...” You leaned your head on his shoulder, biting down hard to silence your moans and other noises. What had been but five minutes, and you were already falling apart.

“So fast and easy. Cum then, you fucking whore, cum all over daddy’s fingers.” He demanded, slamming his fingers deeper inside of you. You threw your head back, crying out profanities you hope nobody passing by heard. Your walls clenched around him, a wave of pleasure crashing through your body as you coated his fingers in your pleasure.

“There you go, just like that. You feel so good squeezing my fingers like that, good girl.” He pulled out of you after helping you come down from your high, his long, slender fingers covered in your release. He didn’t waste any time in getting rid of the evidence, moaning at your taste as he licked himself clean. “So good, I love you…”

He hoped you didn’t hear that last part, biting his lip to silence the words he just spoke. Thankfully, you looked too dazed to care. If you brought it up later, he’d tease you until you didn’t think it happened.

He let go of your wrists and embraced you, cradling your head against his chest and letting you put yourself back together. He kissed your forehead, mumbling any praises he could think of in your ear. He wanted to savor this moment because in a few minutes, he knew he’d be pushed away again. No matter how good he made you feel; you’d make it clear to him that you’d never fall for one of his traps again. That’s just the woman you were, and he didn’t make bets he knew he couldn’t win.

A/N: this kinda got out of hand, and Aventurine bangs his bodyguard turned into Aventurine becomes a menace (again). If anyone likes this, I’d be happy to make a part two with more detail on how they got together. I apologize to the requester if this isn’t what you had in mind, but I still hope you enjoyed it! <3

Requests are open!

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maikingsenseofit · 8 months

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There’s so much discourse from people who want to misconstrue Zuko and Mai’s relationship (to further their own personal shipping agendas) and how they understand Zuko’s decision to leave Mai in the fire nation.

No, he DIDNT want to leave her behind like he did the rest of the gala and glamor of the fire nation . No she did not make it easier for him to leave because he truly had no attachments to the home that spurned him.

In fact we see in CANON (not your fanfiction, sorry you have to come to this reckoning) that Mai is the one thing that ties Zuko to his old life. His one regret. His heroic sacrifice for the greater good.

The writers (The Ehasz couple mind you) literally go the extra length to include Mai when Sokka and Zuko deepen their friendship in The Boiling Rock. This was a pivotal development for Sokka and Zuko’s characters.

Sokka asks Zuko if he had anything or anyone he cared about left in the fire nation. Zuko says, “I did have a girlfriend Mai.” And when Sokka remembers her in a somewhat positive way, Zuko can’t help but smile the biggest most lovestruck smile he’s ever shown in the show. Clearly this man loved her.

Then Zuko volunteers this next piece of information without provocation, where he says “Everyone in the fire nation thinks I’m a traitor, I couldn’t drag her into it.” CLEARLY the dialogue shows that he had considered involving her but he couldn’t because he knew she would object and he wanted to protect her.

We literally see a poignant scene where he takes off all of his armor, portraying him in the rawest and most vulnerable state, when he writes her a letter (this is after he visits his mom shrine too). He takes his time writing it too. The authors deliberately used this scene to show that this wasn’t an easy decision, but it was the right decision Zuko had to make.

His dialogue “I’m sorry Mai” is a direct parallel to when Aang apologizes to Katara for his own sacrifice.

Compare that to Zuko leaving JIN or Zuko abandoning Katara in the catacombs. These supposed “love interests” are not even spared a second glance, a grimace of regret, or anything showing that Zuko truly cared about them (when they were not directly in front of him). Zuko completely forgot about why Katara was upset at him (you literally betrayed her trust) and doesn’t even remember Jin until he runs into her again in Going Home Again (thank you AE!)

Alas people will continue painting canon as they see fit and then deluding themselves into a circle jerk. But THATS where I come in.

#mai #zuko #avatar the last airbender #maiko #atla maiko #atla #pro maiko #anti zutara

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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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hi! i love love you work sm 😁

i was wondering if you could do an imagine where (neteyam and reader are 18+ ofc) the reader is pregnant with neteyams child and has no idea, but neteyam could sense it whenever he was cuddling you or when you would randomly get sick, and takes you to the tsahìk (mo’at his grandmother) and she confirms it

i totally understand if you aren’t comfortable with writing this ! ❤️

With Child

summary: you'd been feeling different lately and neteyam couldn't shake the thought of you being with his child.

fem!omaticaya reader. 0.9k words

authors note: just a small one, getting back into the groove of writing! hope you enjoy!

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Neteyam couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong with you. Your body was hotter than usually, sometimes burning to touch. You were getting sick constantly. He would wake almost every second morning to calm your dry heaves and vomits as you crouched to the floor. It worried him, concern deeply lodged into the pit of his stomach.

He did have one speculation of a cause of your difference. A child. Even thinking about it Neteyam was gleeful. For you to have his children, become a family with him. It was truly a blessing.

You laid down into the large hammock you and your mate had weaved together just a couple months ago. Letting your body relax, you stretched out your limbs, feeling the soft burn in your muscles. Neteyam slide his body next to yours, wrapping a hand around your stomach unconsciously.

“Hi beautiful.” He whispered into your ear, his head resting in the crook of your neck. You giggled putting a hand over his on your stomach.

“Hi my love.” The warm feeling of Neteyam’s hands on your never went away, even as adults the lovestruck feelings you had for him never fizzled.

“Are you feeling better than this morning?” He queried with you, leaving soft peppered kisses on your shoulder.

“I’m feeling okay, don’t stress I think I may have eaten something bad, that is all.” Neteyam nodded as his mind pondered to the suspicions he had earlier, his hand rubbing your lower stomach.

“Have you ever thought of becoming parents Y/N?” His question was soft, like he was nervous to say something so bold. You squeezed his hand before responding.

“I think of it every day, I want nothing more than for us to become a family.” Neteyam felt his body heat up, a giddy feeling rising to his chest.

“What if the reason you’re sick is because… you’re pregnant.” The word was breathy, almost like it was too good to be true. Oh, how he prayed it to be true.

Your eyes widened, suddenly adjusting to be face to face with your mate. “Do you think I could be?” You beamed looking down at you stomach. Neteyam nodded as he put his hand back on your stomach.

“We should meet with grandmother. She can confirm our suspicions.” After agreeing with Neteyam, you both slowly drifted off to sleep. But only after you both dreamed and imagined what it would be like to have a family.

As morning came, you were both excited to see the Tsa’hik. Even in your dreams you thought about being with child, it made you feel nervous yet so excited, a smile plastered across your face whenever the thought crossed your mind.

“I’m nervous.” You turned to Neteyam both walking to where his grandmother resided. You didn’t want to get your hopes up but what if you were pregnant, what would that entail? Would you be good parents? Would your baby be healthy?

Neteyam sighed bringing a hand to your cheek, bringing you forward to kiss your forehead softly.

“You have nothing to be nervous of my love. I will be there right next to you, whatever answer we get changes nothing. I promise.” He looked into your eyes longingly as you looked right back into his.

“Thankyou Neteyam.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before directing you towards the Tsa’hik hut.

You both stood in front of the leather curtain, hands tightly melded together. “Open it.” You begged him as he shifted the curtain to the side.

“Grandmother” He whispered as she looked his way with a curious eye.

“What brings you here? I see no wounds?” Mo’at questioned, walking closer to the young pair.

“Can’t I just visit my grandmother?” Neteyam joked, laughing at himself as both of the women in the tent narrowed their eyes at him.

“That would be peculiar.” She stated blankly taking a seat on a mat in the middle of her tent, motioning for the couple to join her. The silence in the room started to grow uncomfortable, Y/N looking at Neteyam for him to break it.

“We think that Y/N is with child. She’s been sick lately, her temperature extremely hot.” Neteyam said to his grandmother, a soft hand on your thigh as you dwelled in your anxious thoughts.

“I see… Y/N would you stand for me?” She started to walk around Y/N’s body, gazing at her features, especially her stomach.

“Can you tell-” Neteyam was cut off abruptly.

“Silence.” Mo’at wound her hand around your tail and plucked a strand of hair out of your head.

“Ow…”

Mo’at smelt the hair and looked at your stomach again laying a hand on it. Her face changed from serious to joyed. “Y/N is pregnant.”

“What.” You breathed out looking down at you stomach. Neteyam jumped to his feet, his eyes wide in joy, smiling like a crazy man.

“She is? Oh Y/N!” He wrapped you up in a hug spinning you around in excitement. Kissing all over your face as he held your stomach. “Baby, we’re going to be a family!” You kissed him in response, emotions so strong you teared up.

“I am going to give you privacy.” Mo’at said calmly before exiting the tent, smiling to herself.

Neteyam dropped to his knees, resting his head on your stomach. Holding you tightly around the hips as he squished himself into your abdomen.

“We’re going to be parents ‘Teyam!” Crying like a baby now, you met Neteyam on the ground to give him another soft kiss. Neteyam was overjoyed as he looked at you in front of him.

“Thankyou Eywa, Thankyou Y/N.” He whispered as he held you into a tight embrace, tears rolling down his face in joy.

"I love you Neteyam."

"I love you too Y/N, so so much...thankyou for giving us a family."

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reblogs and comments are appreciated! i love reading them all!!!

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#neteyam #neteyam oneshot #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #avatar2oneshot #avatar #avatar2 #avatar the way of water #neteyam fluff #neteyam angst #neteyamcomfort #neteyam imagine #neteyam headcanons #neteyam sully #jake sully #lo'ak #avatar imagine #avatar oneshot

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cryptwrites · 1 year

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Poisons

Hello! I'm gonna share how I go about writing poisons and the things I think are helpful to keep in mind. Now, I have never actually poisoned someone - shocker - but I have done extensive research on the topic, so I would say I know a decent amount about how to effectively poison someone. Disclaimer: This is for writing purposes only, don't poison people. Thanks.

Keep In Mind:

Poisoners need little to no physical strength although they do need a strong sense of self control & nerves of steel. Shooting or stabbing someone takes a mere moment of consideration and is frequently the result of a split second decision, while position requires dedication. Many poisons require a certain amount of time to work and the poisoner usually must administer several doses of poison in order to work. The poisoner also usually must be within close proximity to their victim and often will have to look them in the eye and engage with the person while the person slowly dies.

Exotic poisons can be more trouble than they’re worth. Importing exotic poisons leaves a trail for authorities to follow, and they require more research to correctly use.

Smart poisoners work with what they’ve got. The clever killer looks for drugs that are already in the victim’s medicine cabinet and that could be deadly. Read medical warning labels to get an idea of how to use them.

Poison can be used in ways that aren’t deadly. If the goal isn’t death, you can render someone dizzy or dopey, making a character vulnerable to a bad influence.

Common Poisons

Hemlock: Poison hemlock comes from a large fern-like plant that bears a dangerous resemblance to the carrot plant. It was readily available for treating muscle spasms, ulcers, and swelling, but in large doses will cause paralysis and ultimately respiratory failure.

Mandrake: It was used as a sedative, hallucinogen and aphrodisiac. Superstition mediaeval denizens believes when the vaguely human-shaped root was pulled out that plant gave a piercing shriek that would drive anyone to madness or death - hence the harry potter scene.

Arsenic: Arsenic comes from a metalloid and not a plant, unlike the others but it’s easily the most famous and is still used today. instead of being distilled from a plant, chunks of arsenic and dug up or mined. It was once used as a treatment for STDs , and also for pest control and blacksmiths, which was how many poisoners got access to it. It was popular in the Renaissance since it looked similar to malaria death, due to acute symptoms including stomach cramps, confusion, convulsions, vomiting and death. Slow poisoning looked more like a heart attack.

Nightshade: A single leaf or a few berries could cause hallucinations - a few more was a lethal dose. Mediaeval women used the juice of the berries to colour their cheeks, they would even put a few drops on their eyes to cause the pupils to dilate for a lovestruck look which is why Nightshade is also called ‘Belladonna’ or “Beautiful woman.” The symptoms include dilated pupils, sensitivity to light, blurred vision, tachycardia, loss of balance, staggering, headache, rash, flushing, severely dry mouth and throat, slurred speech, urinary retention, constipation, confusion, hallucinations, delirium and convulsions.

Aconite: This toxic plant, also called Monkshood or Wolfsbane, was used by indigenous tribes around the world as arrow poison. The root is the most potent for distillation. Marked symptoms may appear almost immediately, usually not later than one hour, and with large doses death is near instantaneous. The initial signs are gastrointestinal including nausea, and vomiting. This is followed by a sensation of burning, tingling, and numbness in the mouth and face, and of burning in the abdomen. In severe poisonings pronounced motor weakness occurs and sensations of tingling and numbness spread to the limbs. The plant should be handled with gloves, as the poison can seep into the skin.

If someones poisoning another:

The character should analyse the daily life of the target well before attempting to poison them. Note what sort of medicines they take, at what moments they are most vulnerable, how attentive they are to their surroundings, and so on.

Choose a poison that suits your needs. You need to be as discreet as possible and not arouse suspicion. Too dramatic and people will know something is up. Choose poisons that are easy to slip into meals/don't have to be administered constantly, or you could simply frame it as an overdose by using the target's own medicines.

Think of how you want to administer the poison. Some take effect through touch while some require being swallowed. Based on that, come up with a plan to poison your target.

Make sure everything corresponds with the plot and characters, and nothing becomes a plot hole. Don't have a typically nervous character be perfectly calm when thinking of poisoning. Don't poison someone just for the sake of it. Have everything tie back to the plot, your characters rarely should be poisonings someone just for the "cool" effect. Trust me, it doesn't actually have that effect and just comes off like lazy writing. Have your characters act in accordance with their personalities.

Research time periods and history when choosing poisons. Not all poisons were popular during the same time periods, and not all of them are native to the same geographical areas.

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sketchguk · 1 year

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in my head; kth (teaser)

➵ pairing: fwb!taehyung x reader

➵ genre: pwp (porn with plot), angst, college au

➵ word count: 250 (teaser) / 8k

➵ synopsis: taehyung’s friends love you ー adore you. they probably want to fuck you, but they’ll never admit to it. instead, they’ll push taehyung's limits in the middle of a frat party, testing just how close they can get to you before he takes you to bed in a fit of jealousy. and maybe, just maybe, one of his friends can have a taste too (if he’s lucky).

inspired by thuy's in my head

warnings under the cut!

➵ warnings: unrequited love, commitment issues, dacryphilia, degradation (use of the word slut, whore, and pervert), fingering, oral (f receiving), spit kink, overstimulation, use of the color system, breast play, hand job, unprotected (jealous/possessive) sex, marking, impact play (slapping - face & pussy, spanking), breeding kink, choking, mirror sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, manhandling, mentions of intoxication (mc and & taehyung are sober!), use of the word daddy, mentions of religion, ass play, mentions of dp, creampie

➵ publish date: friday may 19th, 8pm EST

➵ author's note: i'll come back with something more plot driven another time, but today is not that day

“Jeongguk was so sweet to take off your jacket and offer you a drink.” Taehyung circles your clit with calloused fingers as if he has all the time in the world.

These soft, gentle touches only mark the beginning of your punishment, and you’d be lucky if you could crawl out of bed tomorrow morning. You close your eyes, praying to a higher power that you’ll make it out of here in one piece.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” He murmurs against your jaw, pressing a kiss to your chin, barely missing the soft curve of your lips. “I’m pretty sure he thinks about you when he touches himself.”

To emphasize his point, Taehyung glides his hand down the inner part of your thigh. Goosebumps ripple across your skin as you shiver in his hold.

“What if Jeongguk was here, watching you beg for my cock, hm?” Taehyung hums. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You whine desperately, saying anything that would please Taehyung despite how easily your body betrays you ー pussy pulsing with need, carnal and insatiable.

Anyone could tell that Jeongguk has a huge crush on you. It’s in the way that he looks at you with wide, lovestruck eyes. He holds onto every single one of his words as if you’re rewriting the stars. Whenever you share a lame joke that flies over everyone’s head, he’s giggling like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

Truthfully? Nothing pisses Taehyung off more than that.

Check it out here!

#bts smut #bts angst #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung angst #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenario #bts imagine #bts scenario #taehyung #bts x reader #bts #bts fanfic #bts fan fic #bts fan fiction #bts fanfiction

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criminalskies · 6 months

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Aaron letting you borrow his spare shirt and/or dresspants on a case cuz your go bag gets stolen by the obsessive unsub you're trying to catch rn cuz Aaron's just so sweet like that 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖

Oh my goooosh he would too.

whether his shirts fit you like a glove or make you look like you've raided your father's wardrobe, sleeves rolled up four times before the tips of your fingers peek out, he looks at you in his clothes with complete awe and adoration. He can't help it.

The team all note how he instantaneously decided to share half his go-bag with you instead of offering to take you to a store or even discuss who on the team may have spare clothes for you. He just swept his bag up into his arms and brought it to you telling you to take out whatever you wanted, just leave him an extra change of clothes and he'll make do.

Morgan and Rossi share a sort of look which is more eyebrows than it is anything else but they know how particular Hotchypoo is about his clothes so this is a real big move for him.

You come out of your hotel room the next morning adorning his clothes and he wonders if he's burst a lung with the way he just cannot catch his breath looking at you. You look so radiant in his clothes. His heart just melts watching you interact with Prentiss but you're wearing his clothes like they're made for you.

He receives quite a gentle shove on his shoulder from Derek who's grinning ear to ear seeing his boss all lovestruck, as Dave rounds Aaron's other shoulder telling him that feeling in his stomach is a good one. It's telling him to just go for it. Be happy.

You feel like you must look a little silly, Hotch makes all of his clothes look so effortlessly sexy and you suppose you're resembling a dolphin with legs right about now, something just looks out of place. You must look like something's missing, normally, the wearer of these clothes carries an authority that's not to be messed with. You figure this just proves that it's the man underneath the suit that causes that effect, it has nothing to do with the material itself.

It isn't until the coldest day yet on the case, a freezing cold wind blowing through the small town you're investigating, when Hotch comes to realise he's only packed one jacket. He offers it to you without a moment's thought, sealing his fate of receiving knowing looks from the entire team all week. That's a move as old as time.

He manages to find an FBI puffer in one of the SUVs to wear and now it's your lungs you fear aren't inflating properly. Seeing his tall figure wear the Michelin Man style coat with nothing short of a runway model's finesse.

When the two of you stand almost shoulder to shoulder before a takedown, the team discussing tactical plans, you try achingly hard to ignore the heat you can feel rising off of the man beside you as his eyes seem to drift to you in his quarter zip at the end of every sentence from Reid.

During the takedown with the unsub, when your gun was kicked from your grasp and the unsub came lunging towards you with a knife, it was Hotch's big strong hands that came to grab you by the back of his quarterzip to pull you out of harm's way as he shot the unsub once, twice for good measure before he pulled you into his arms as EMTs and local deputies flooded the warehouse, buzzing around you as you stood, tightly circled in his embrace. Every layer of warmth cloaking your body as you shook from the adrenaline of it all having come from one man and one man only.

It takes the two of you a while to separate again, and even as you do, as your wound on your arm is checked out by paramedics and you're walking back to the station, Hotch's hand never seems to leave your side. Either guiding your back as you walk or tightly grasping your shoulders to relax you as you continue coming down from the shock of it all, and start to lean into him for comfort and support.

Even as Hotch has to leave to berate the local enforcements for their complete lack of cooperation throughout the investigation hindering your team, he leaves you with a hot cup of tea and his FBI puffer draped over your shoulders in a quiet office while he chews out the officers in charge.

If the two of you return to dinner from your rooms after having caught the unsub, and the two of you seem to have swapped dress shirts, nobody mentions it. It goes without saying that it took only one glimpse of what a life together might be like to make the two of you decide that a life apart is just no longer worth exploring.

#this kinda got away from me #idk #rome’s got mail!#HOTCH MAIL!#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner imagine

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calypsocolada · 9 months

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TILL NEXT TIME | f. dostoevsky

(prequel to 213 days, technically pt. 2, click here for the final part!)

synopsis: you meet a demon for the first time and he surprises you. authors note: sorry it took me so long to make this i am recovering from bsd s5 ep3. anyways, this is a kind of prequel to 213 day. hope you enjoy more soft lovestruck fyodor :) might write one final part to this... cw: blood, gore, violence, fluff, flirting, lovestruck!fyodor, manipulation wc: 2.7k ----------------------------------------

You're phone rang in the darkness of your room. It seeped into your dreams until the harsh ring sent you flying upright in your bed. Your heart thumping wildly in your throat. Your eyes search the dark room until it lands on the clock across the room, the red letters reading 2:13 a.m.

No one ever calls this late unless something is truly wrong.

You fumbled for your phone in the dark, knocking over some things on the nightstand. You cursed as you felt the cold metal of your phone. You pulled it towards you, the bright screen momentarily blinding you. You blinked until you were able to read the name.

Dazai.

Your heart dropped from your throat into the pit of your stomach.

You left the agency a few months ago after a particular villain almost killed you. In and out of the hospital for weeks. Nightmares night after night, screaming and waking up the other patients. You were sure the nurses despised you. During those weeks leading up to your close demise you realized that risking your life time and time again was wearing on you heavily. You had found yourself jumping at chances that could get you killed. It was a harsh find, something that left you reeling. Fighting for what was right never felt like a job. With powers like yours it was more of an obligation. But lying in that hospital bed, fightened that the villain, who may or may not have perished, made you finally realize. That even though it hurt, you truly were afraid of dying. You stepped down, amidst your coworkers dismay. The agency was like a family to you and it hurt you but you had an another family, one that had been worrying over you for years.

You let the phone ring. The tone harsh. Something tugged in your chest, you hit the answer button.

“Dazai?” You murmur sleepily.

“You almost let me go to voicemail, friend.” There’s amusement in his voice.

“Almost.” You say and he laughs.

“Sorry to wake you but we need to talk. Somewhere private.” He says and the amusement in his voice is gone. It has a serious edge to it. It puts you on high alert.

“Is something wrong?” You ask.

“I wouldn’t dare interrupt your beauty sleep if there wasn’t.” He says and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

Dazai was sat in a clearing lit from the moon when you finally found him. He gave you directions to a forest just outside of the city and the entire ride here you wondered if this was all some kind of joke. Or if it wasn’t and you were being lured here to your certain death. The forest was certainly dense enough for something bad to occur. THis clearing was the first shred of light the entire way here. You had to guide your way with your pathetic flashlight on your phone.

But when you saw Dazai alone you relaxed. He was sat cross legged on a boulder, his head propped in his hand. He perked up as you walked closer to him.

“Finally.” He sighs, sliding off the boulder landing on the forest floor.

“You couldn’t have picked some nice little coffee shop?” You grumble, flicking leaves from your hair. Dazai leans against the boulder, sliding his hands into his pocket.

“This is secluded. No one can hear us here.”

“It’s creepy. And the way you said that is even creepier.” You snipe. Dazai just smirks. It reminds you of the good ole days. Of sitting around the agency after a job, resting on your chair, listening to the members bicker or laugh. Something warm filled your chest. “Is everything okay, Dazai?”

“I need your expertise.”

“You need my powers.” You deadpan and he nods his head.

“The agency is in a bit of a bind. I need you to do a little recon for me.” Dazai said calmly. You crossed your arms over your chest, shaking your head.

“I’m done with that, Dazai.”

“I know but- one last mission. A send off.”

“No.” You say a bit more firmly. You already had a send off, it almost cost you your life, you didn't want another one. “You don’t need me, you think circles around me, I’m sure you can find another solution.”

“You’re my solution. Your powers are extraordinary, you do this for me and I’ll owe you.”

“You already owe me! A ton!” You argue.

“We need you. Just one last time.” He says, leveling you with a meaningful look. You clench your jaw.

One last time.

The old you wouldn’t have even thought twice. You always jumped head first into a problem. You can’t help but think of how relieved your mom was when you told her you quit, she cried with joy. Your dad smiled at you, hugged you and beamed that he wouldn’t have to worry any longer. You were dissappointing them.

One last time. You'd say that all the way to the grave.

You found yourself slinking down a dark hallway, using shadows to your advantage. Been a long time since you held a gun, but it fit comfortably in your hand and felt all too familiar. Dazai gave you the run down. It was a quick in and out. There was a prisoner down here you needed to get a few two answers out of with your powers.

Cell thirteen.

“Hey! You shouldn’t be down here ma’am!” A voice called out down the hallway. You hid your gun behind your back, not wanting to spook the man into calling for backup.

“I wasn’t here, keep walking.” You command, your powers coating your voice. It washes over the man as his eyes go hazy, his feet carrying him down the hallway. You hear chains rattle beside you, slightly startling you.

“That was impressive, quite a power you have there.” A voice to your left says, his Russian accent softly coating your ears. You turn to the voice, peering through the bars of a dark cell. A man sat on the edge of a bed, long limbed, black hair hanging in his face. He pulls his head up, eyes as black as night looking into yours. He barely tilts his head, those dark eyes looking you over not once but twice. The corner of his lips quirk slightly. “You’re a beautiful sight for sore eyes, dear.” You glance at the cell number. Thirteen.

“Fyodor Dostoevsky.” You say, and his eyes light up. Before he closes them, making a face as if he’s savoring something sweet.

“Yes…” he breaths out. “It sounds so sweet from your lips.” You stare at him. Is this guy for real?

“I’ve come to ask you some questions.” You say and he opens his eyes back up, sliding them to meet yours.

“Some questions, hmm? With a power like yours I’m sure you can just force an answer out of me.” He says, leaning his elbows on his knees. You nod your head.

“Yes.”

“But what fun would that be?” He asks.

“I’m not here for fun.” You say and Fyodor pouts his lips.

“I’ve been imprisoned for quite some time, dear, humor me?” He asks. You stare for a moment. Dazai described this man as highly dangerous and to not let your guard down.

“No.” You say. “Tell me-“

Suddenly a hand clamps over your mouth, a strong hand that drags you back into an even tougher body. Your gun is wrenched from your hand and easily tossed to the side. You’re held with no hope of escape. You watch Fyodor rise to his feet as he walks to the bars. Slender fingers wrapping around them. This close you see his face better, pale skin, sharp lines. His eyes are soulless, the smirk on his pink lips turning to something colder. One last time, yeah this really would be the last time.

“Careful with her,” he directs sharply to the man holding you. You struggle but it’s in vain. Whoever is holding you right now was ten times stronger than you. “Come, bring her closer.” Fyodor directs and you’re forced to walk forwards as you kick and squirm, grunting with effort. The man stops. “I’m not going to hurt you, I just wanna see you,” he whispers softly, reaching a hand through the bars. You flinch as his long finger drags softly across your forehead to move your hair from your eyes. You’re too confused by the moment to pull away. It's not often that an enemy takes such an interest in you. “Don’t be angry with me, my love, you must understand why.” He says as you feel the man behind you fish the keys from your pocket. Handing it to Fyodor. Fyodor doesn’t look away from you as he unlocks his cell, stretching.

You slam backwards against the man holding you, hitting him in the jaw. The man grunts in pain, loosening his grip. You stamp your foot down, driving your head up one last time, his grip slackens even more as you’re able to break free. But he catches you by the hair, yanking you back and slamming you against the concrete flooring. You feel your nose bust, blood gushing. Your head screams in pain as you feel a foot stamp hard down on your chest. The breath is swept right out of you as you see the man’s looming figure over you, just as you part your lips to speak there’s a flash and a loud pop. Hot blood sprays across your face as the man’s hold is released and he falls slack on his side slamming into the concrete. Your breath rushed back into you as you cough and gasp, scrambling back. Stood mere feet from you was Fyodor, gun in hand, smoke curling out of the barrel. You stare, dumbfounded as Fyodor bends to his knee as you watch him carefully. He reaches across the space between you two, you flinch as his soft fingers wipe blood from your lips. His fingers linger there and your stuck staring because his eyes aren't black, they're a midnight plum color.

“Are you alright, my love?” He asks his voice a husky whisper. Your throat is dry. His hand is warm against your face, his thumb drags slowly across your cheek. His eyes travel your body as though he searching for any other wounds. He shoots a sharp glare to his dead henchman.

You find your voice.

“Drop the gun and get in the cell.” You command, that same hazy look settles in his eyes as he stands up straight, hand dragging from your face, turning and walking into the cell. You force yourself off the floor, snatching the keys from his hand, slamming the door behind him, locking it. He stops in the middle of the cell and turns slowly, lips parted in surprise as his eyes meet yours. There’s something you can’t quite place behind it.

He had saved your life… he could’ve run and never looked back. But he didn’t. Something shifted in your chest. Some feeling you shoved away before it could try and form. Slowly a smile forms on his cruel mouth, it offsets every sharp line in his face, makes it look soft.

“Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared to love in dreams.” He recites, eyes taking on a sort of dreamy quality.

“Why did you kill him?” You push, avoiding the dead man not three feet from you.

“He wasn't careful with you,” he waved as though that were obvious.

“You could’ve fled, what did my life matter to you?”

“I feel a sort of draw to you, my love, something about you I can’t put my finger on just yet.” He says in thought. Your jaw ticked, you decided not to go down that road with this man, it’s clear he’s not all there. “I knew the agency would send someone but I didn’t expect you.”

“Y-you knew?” You stuttered. Fyodor’s eyes drag lazily up to yours.

“Of course I did, dear, it was quite obvious.”

“You knew but couldn’t come up with a better plan to escape?” You dug. His lips turned up in a smirk.

“I’m not sure I want to just yet.”

“There won’t be a yet.” You growl. His brow raises.

“Will you stop me, my love?” He asks and you take a threatening step forwards. He was behind bars but still he intimidated you. He was over a head or so taller, looked down at you with dreamy sort of glaze over his eyes.

“I’ll kill you if I have to.” You say. He slaps a hand over his chest as though you shot him with an arrow.

“My love you wound me.”

“Enough!” You snap, hand slipping through the bars grabbing the front of his shirt and slamming him into them. He grunts in pain as you hold him against the bars. “You’re going to tell me what you know then I'm going to leave.” You growl and the look on Fyodor is the complete opposite of what you want. He looks highly entertained. He doesn’t struggle. As though this is what he wants, you being rough with him

“I’ll tell you whatever you like.” He breathes out, this close you can’t hide the way his voice affects you. You feel crazy. You hide it well enough though.

“How did you know I would be coming?”

“Not you, just someone from the agency. But I feel as though I am truly blessed with your presence.”

“Enough...” You sigh.

“I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking.” You let go of his shirt and take a step back, running a stressed hand through your hair.

“Do you know who I am?”

“If you’re asking if I remember who caught me then yes, I remember you love, I could never forget a voice like yours.”

Fyodor had the agency backed in a corner months before your accident, with no hope in sight Dazai had one last plan, he got you on the phone to Fyodor and you were able to tell him to sleep, he was arrest moments later. You hadn't known him then. You still don't now.

“I know you want revenge. Maybe you killed that guy because you wanted to kill me yourself." Fyodor tils his head as he thinks about your words for a moment. He walks closer to the bars, reaches for your cheek and holds it. You don’t move. You’re not sure you can. Whatever was happening was something completely out of your own control.

“One day I will prove it to you. Until then,” His eyes glance at a clock just on the wall behind you. “You must leave.”

“Why is tha-“ You’re walkee clicks to life as Dazai’s staticy voice comes through.

“Time to go, got some trouble on the way.” He says and your eyes slide up to him. He still has his hand on you, it slides down your arm to take you by the hand. He brings your knuckles to his mouth and presses a kiss to them. You watch all of this in rapt attention, something flutters in your chest. You pull your hand away and take a step back, shaking your head as though shaking off a trance. He was just as dangerous as Dazai said. Not only did you not ask one question Dazai wanted answered but you almost let a very dangerous man escape. You bend to pick the gun up off the floor, your eyes never leaving Fyodor’s.

“You have little more than thirty seconds, are there any questions you’d like to ask me? Possibly one’s Dazai supplied you with?” This man knew all too much.

“Did you have anything to so with the framing of the agency?” The hazy tint takes over.

“Not directly.” He answers.

“Did you hire someone else?”

“No.” He says. There were a few ways to get around your gift, you just had to choose your words carefully, a lie could be the truth with the right words. “You have to go, please.” Fyodor says, there’s a slight edge to his voice, like… worry?

His eyes flicker to the clock, his lips move to count the seconds.

“Till next time, my love.” You leave without another word. There wouldn't be a next time if you could help it.

Slipping back into the outside, warm air greets you. You spot Dazai parked and walked dejectedly to the car, slipping your hand in your pocket. You stop dead in your tracks. Dread sets in.

The keys are missing. And you would bet your last dollar you knew where they were.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 months

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relationship hcs ; emily

requested by ; 🦭 anon (18/02/24)

fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; emily

outline ; “Seal anon and...I just adore Emily from hazbin hotel...uh...may I ask for relationship hcs with her plz?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

this woman is a complete and utter sweetheart whose sole duty in heaven is to make sure that everyone is happy and having fun — so, needless to say, she’d be a very loving and attentive girlfriend once the two of you became an item

dates with emily are pretty much a daily occurance because she loves making you happy and showing off everything that heaven has to offer — she’s happy to do everything from quick trips to the ice cream shop on your way home to spending her afternoon off at the petting zoo to going out dancing in the evening at that new place you’ve both been dying to see, and basically any and everything else that you could possibly think of

as long as she gets to spend time with you, this woman is as happy as can be

she’s also extremely physically affectionate and is never one to shy away from pda unless you ask her to — otherwise she always seems to be touching you in one way or another: interlocking fingers when holding your hand as you walk through the promenade, linking arms when you walk her to work, pecking your cheek when she’s especially happy to see you, kissing all over your face to make you laugh before she leaves to fulfil her duties before finishing with a loving kiss on the lips, wrapping her wings around you to pull you against her side, hugging you from behind, tackle-hugging you whenever she unexpectedly sees you during the day, carrying you in her arms whilst she’s flying, leaning to the side and resting her head on your shoulder, running her fingers through your hair and/or feathers when you’re resting on her lap, etc.

and if you happen to reciprocate any of these acts, emily will practically be giddy with excitement

her pet names for you range from traditional (‘sweetie’, ‘my love’, ‘honey’) to more silly (‘honey bunny’, ‘sweetie pie’, or an inside joke) depending on the situation you’re in — for example, around sera and other members of the heavenly authority she’ll lean towards being more traditional, whereas in private she’s as silly as can be

whenever she writes you a card or love letter she always incorporates a little heart into your name somehow — turning the dot above an ‘i’, the rounded body of other letters like ‘o’ or ‘b’, or curling the tail of any hanging letters like ‘y’ or ‘g’ into a sort of heart shape are her go-tos but she always finds a way to fit at least one heart shape in there

on a similar note, she ends every text she sends to you with a string of heart emojis that can be anywhere from three characters to a whole line long depending on how busy she is in the moment

her phone background and lock screen are both pictures of you (the former being a picture of you both pulling silly faces and the latter being a picture of you on your own on a day where she thought you looked especially ethereal) and she gets this lovestruck grin on her face whenever she looks down at them

emily makes it her mission as your girlfriend to memorise all of your favourite things and, shockingly, she’s doing extremely well — quiz her on anything about your interests or the things you love and it’s pretty much guaranteed that she’ll pass with flying colours

she can happily listen to you talk about anything for hours at a time, especially if you’re ranting about something you’re super interested in, because she loves the sound of your voic and loves hearing about your day — she’s just as talkative as you, of course, and will do the same if you ask but otherwise she’s happy to sit, listen, and ask some relevant questions here and there

she keeps every single thing you give her and takes the best care of them — whether it’s a heartfelt note, a handmade gift, or a neat trinket you found that reminded you of her, she loves them all the same because they came from you

for her own part she always seems to have something new to bring you because she ‘thought you’d like it!’ or it ‘made me think of you!’ — sometimes it’s clothes that are in your size and style, other times it’s a new book that she thought you’d enjoy, and other times it’s something completely different

the only thing that’s consistent about her frequent gift giving is the way she looks at you with a cute bitten-back grin and eyes wide with excitement as she waits to see your reaction — bonus points if you praise her for being such a sweet and capable lover

she trusts you to help her preen her wings and the two of you always make a day of it: you help her take care of her six wings and, in retun, she pampers you in ways only a seraphim can — all topped off by spending the day in your comfiest pyjamas with your favourite series running in the background

she isn’t the jealous type — this is heaven, after all, so such feelings aren’t needed — but there is a part of her that never fails to be warmed by the way you show her off as your partner with such joy and adoration that anyone who might have looked to you as a prospective partner would be dissuaded before they got the first word of their question out

emily celebrates with you whenever you’re excited about something, even if she doesn’t really know what’s going on — like she’ll match your energy and then some because she’s so excited that you’re excited because her favourite person is happy! isn’t that amazing?

she talks about you all of the time to anyone who will listen: singing your praises to random souls who she happens to meet on the promenade, gushing about how cute and lovely you are to peter whenever she visits him at the gates, excitedly ranting about your latest achievement to sera between meetings as her elder sister listens on with a patient smile, giggling as she recalls a funny joke you made the other day, etc. — you’re on her mind 24/7 and she doesn’t even try to hide it

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel emily x reader #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel emily fluff #🦭 anon

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 5 months

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The gentle stag Dance of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Keith x MC

Part of : Secret Santa hosted by @lemeowade

Gift for @keithsandwich, I really hope you may like it 🤗

Tag: Established relationship Learning to Dance Fluff

Word Count : 1.126

Author’s Note: A whimsical request lead the shy Prince of Jade to spend a romantic date with his lover with the pretext of teaching her to dance, obtaining more than what he bargained for as the intimacy of that innocent dance increase at each movement as they waltzed in the empty ballroom, their gaze locked to one another reflecting the same lovestruck adoration. 🥰

Side Note : I really hope you will like it and even though I worked it with MC I couldn't help but picture Maeve and Keith while writing that. 🤗

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@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess @atelieredux @klutzyroses @randonauticrap @thewitchofbooks @princess-pray-a @judejazza

You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

He never thought he would have been a good teacher at pretty much nothing, let alone dance, and yet when she looked up at him with her gorgeous bright eyes asking him to … well he couldn’t deny her anything and so, against his better judgement, he accepted determined to teach her everything he knew, insecure about his skills but excited to spend time with her all the same, his heart bursting with warmth from all the love he held for her as she tiptoed to leave a gentle fleeting kiss on his lips, he shyly reciprocated, before pulling d away brushing her lips on his cheek before running away giggling, like a playful fairy he would have done everything for.

Their date was in the afternoon, useless to say he dressed accordingly, taking care of every single little detail going as far as practising with the help of Liam what he would have said and done in order to teach her well.

He awaited her arrival with bated breath, nervously fidgeting with his own fingers, hoping she wouldn't have changed her mind nor her heart, still stunned by the fact such a gorgeous girl decides to stay with him. His heart flooded with warmth pouring over his smile as he took sight of her, approaching him smiling, albeit shyly, as her eyes gleamed in the ballroom like stars, looking every inch like the Queen she was destined to be, dressed in her jade gown like a siren enrapturing his heart deeper in love as she smiled at him, thanking him once more with her sweet voice for accepting to be her teacher.

Gently he took her hand in his, curling his other own on her hips to keep her close, his movement elegant and smooth as he guided her on the dance floor, smoothly adjusting her step with his own, as encouragements and praise flew from his lips making a rosy blush appear on her soft cheeks, making her look so adorable like a sweet tender bud blooming only for him, a rose only his to admire.

The soft fabric of her gown bloomed around her legs, like a flower swaying in the breeze, its hem brushing over his legs like a lazy wave hugging the shore, her curves molding around the hardness of his muscles while his calloused hand found comfort in her soft palm, their fingers entwined slowly tightening more at each step bringing them closer than away, like a whimsy tide crashing then withholding from the shore, bringing them in a sway of emotion as they swing around the shining ballroom.

A dream scenarios straight out from a tale as they waltzed around the empty ballroom bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun, chasing them from window to window, along colorful rays radiating from the crystals drop of the chandelier, as the curtains billowed in the breeze carrying in the sweet scent of flowers and sweets while the soft music of a piano enveloped them in a magical bubble away from the whole word.

Their gaze meet, and the universe hold its breath, waves of golden crashing and melting with rainbow, a galaxy of twinkling stars sparkling bolder as they leaned closer, allure shining in his tawny eyes casting a spell on her, holding her own, like a moth naturally drawn to a flame so they were unable to stay separated, united against all odds, too deep were they were lost in each other's eyes to care about anything else, the emotion flooding in their heart guiding their movements as they danced basking in the sun.

His voice a warm velvety caress against the bare skin of her neck as he leaned to brush his lips on her earlobe, smirking at her dreamy sigh,

“You are doing very well … like that, my good girl.” his murmur more sensual than it had any right to be, paired with the low sensual groan escaping his lips, underlining something more to his words, setting her cheeks ablaze at the memory of passionate nights spent showing off their love until dawn with only the asters as audience to their spectacle.

His hands setting a fire in his trail on her skin as his fingers moved in a dance of their own on her hips, slowly up and down driving her crazy with desire, making her yearn for more as he leaned closer to her … few inches and their lips could have touched, unconsciously she closed her eyes hoping, waiting for that kiss.

A sly smirk curled on his lips as she reopened her eyes meeting his amber eyes tawny with lust, she huffed in disappoint her lips curled in a pout she didn't held for long, swept up in an instant by his lips crashing over hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue probed an entrance she promptly granted seeking her tongue in a sensual ball of predator and prey until he finally caught her entwining their tongue together, pushing ever so subtly against her own body, smirking at her reaction feeling her hips move in sync against his own.

His fingers tightened on her hips as he pushed his hips to her, eagerly smiling at her fingers gripping his shirt, squeezing her between the wall and his sturdy body only to reluctantly pull away once out of breath holding her close to his chest, leaning in the soft touch of her fingers caressing his cheek, cupping her face in his hand brushing his thumb over her cheek gazing in her eyes, mirroring the same love struck affection they felt deep in their hearts only for one another.

“I love you to madness, my little rabbit.”

“I love you too, my stag, all of you.”

Love he conveyed planting an achingly tender kiss on her forehead, revelling in the bright smile curling her lip, smiling at the gentle touch of her lips on his cheeks, melting him whole, he hugged her softly basking in the hug before taking her in his arms, smirking at the soft giggles tumbling from her lips as he carried over to their shared bedroom, ready to show off his love in a way to make even stars spread all sort of rumors how much they loved one another until dawn.

Telling a tale as old as time of a wild stag that got loved by a bird and how their bond became unbreakable, going down in history as a legend about true love ever steady against all odds, exactly like them.

For nothing and no one has ever and never would have been able to break the most powerful spell of them all, created with everlasting herbs and flowers melted together in the magic potion of Love.

#secret santa event #ikemen prince #my writing #ikepri #ikemen prince keith #ikepri keith

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daydream-cement · 11 months

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Vines Forever Intertwined Ch. 2

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Larissa and Fern start their trip and find out the premise of their new adventure isn’t what they initially thought.

Author’s Note: Sorry this was supposed to be finished sooner but I was farm sitting and the fencing broke and the horses could’ve gotten loose! It was a mess!

The drive to Tennessee was remarkably uneventful. Larissa napped for nearly a quarter of the trip, and in the moments she wasn’t asleep or driving, she was informing you of her Candy Crush progress from level 1473 to level 1531.

For the four hours Larissa drove, you snuggled yourself into the passenger seat, turning your body just enough to watch her face as she angrily reacted to others’ poor driving skills. Perhaps it was the romantic context of your trip, but you couldn’t help but admire her features (even when much of her face was marred with frustration from driving).

Without looking away from the road, Larissa teased you, “What’s the matter? You haven’t looked at me like that since you almost died.”

“Which time?”

Your quick response drew a laugh from the shapeshifter, the corners of her eyes crinkling from the insanity your lives had been for those few months when you first started dating. “The second time.”

Larissa’s acknowledgement of your observing of her only made you stare harder, eyes focusing in on the rare sight of her lipstick-less lips. Your words came with lovestruck blinks - it was almost like you had fallen in love all over again, “It’s hard not to stare when you look that pretty.”

“That was one of your lesser lines. You’re out of practice.” If it wasn’t for the small smirk tugging at the corner of Larissa’s lip, you would have thought her words were entirely serious.

As you drove the last leg of the drive, Larissa had turned her attention out the car window, pointing out different landmarks where Al and Violet may enjoy sightseeing or vacationing. Once you crossed into Kentucky, the shapeshifter had made it a point to tell you how much the state reminded her of your home state of Wisconsin and point out all the horses she saw as well. All the while, you couldn’t help but smile as this was the most carefree Larissa has been for a while.

Driving through Lexington wasn’t nearly as agonizing as you thought it would have been, but then again, you were exhausted from driving for over 15 hours straight so you weren’t truly fazed by the traffic.

Larissa observed the directions pulled up on your phone, and teetered back and forth as she raved with excitement, “Oh, we are almost there!” Her hands reached out to grasp at your thigh, wiggling your leg back and forth to demonstrate her happiness to be out of the car soon.

Both you and Larissa released a collective sigh as you pulled in front of the hotel, knowing you were so close to the proverbial finish line.

“Look Fern!” Larissa’s finger poked the passenger side window, her attention turned to the mess of ivy that clung to the walls of the hotel and the adjacent parking garage.

“Beautiful. Wonder how long that has been there?” You chirp, avoiding telling her the structural damage ivy can do when attached to homes and buildings. “I can park the car. Just go up to the room, hon.” As you pushed the gear shift into park, you glanced at the shapeshifter in the passenger seat. She was gathering her purse and scattered belongings, readying herself to enter the hotel for the night.

Larissa glanced up from dropping her phone, water bottle, and phone charger into her purse, seemingly offended that you could offer up such a suggestion, “We can both go park, get the keys- Oh! And then let’s go to dinner. I’m starved.”

Now was not the time to argue with the pretty shapeshifter seated next to you, so you shift the car into reverse and pull off into the parking ramp. You had to roll your eyes at the asinine level of construction happening on the first few levels, leaving the two of you driving all the way up to the fourth floor before you found a suitable parking place.

As soon as you parked, you killed the ignition and pushed the car door open, needing to stretch your legs out and walk around. Larissa continued to gather her belongings in the front seat as she tended to spread out during long drives and couldn’t stand the thought of leaving any garbage behind in her car. The shapeshifter continued speaking to you as you walked to the trunk to pull out both of your suitcases. “You know, Ferny. I was looking at the hotel bar menu. They have a poor wine list, but I’m thinking we should get one of these crazy mixed drinks they have~”

While it wasn’t entirely kind, you felt like you had heard the gist of what she was saying, so you had blocked out the rest of her words as your thoughts wandered to the decrepit looking parking garage. Perhaps it was just the large amount of construction or maybe just the late hour, but you found the structure to be off-putting.

Rifling through the trunk, you become annoyed at the fact that Larissa’s make up bag had fallen over during the trip, littering the back of the car with makeup products. You assumed she may have accidentally forgotten to zip it when she retrieved her glasses from the bag around the 5 hour mark when you stopped for gas.

One by one, you kept tossing the products back into the bag, hoping and praying you weren’t ruining Larissa’s organization in some way. The sound of a black sedan driving down the center of the parking ramp caused you to briefly look up from your task and shift against your car as a courtesy to the driver.

You return back to your task, only to be shocked by a number of events happening at once. Larissa frantically began calling your name when a pair of strong arms wound around your waist and yanked you backwards. Flailing, you attempted to break loose of the attackers grip, but you lacked any balance or stability so they only dragged you back further.

In front of you, a panic stricken Larissa dove from the car to come to your aid - a fire in her eyes that you hadn’t seen since she battled an undead pilgrim for you.

Your attacker wasn’t alone, and Larissa was soon accosted by two individuals, both of which were quickly fighting a losing battle when Larissa shapeshifted to become much larger and more muscular than before. Rather than marvel at your wife’s abilities like you wanted, you chose to gather your bearings and planted a clumsy backwards kick to the kidnapper’s shin causing the both of you to come clattering to the concrete floor of the parking garage.

Frantically, you looked about the surrounding area, knowing your best and only option was to use your plant manipulation powers. The tendrils of ivy vines peaking over the ledge of the parking garage wall was all you needed. Planting your hands against the hard floor, you squeeze your eyes shut tight and attempt to focus on bringing the vines to your aid as quickly as possible.

What you hadn’t anticipated was the rapid crumbling of the concrete as the vines tore apart the building’s infrastructure to get to you. Eye level with the shoes of Larissa and her two attackers, you watched as the men’s shoes became raveled in the leafy vines, driving both the men to the floor. Both of them thrashed and groaned as they tried to fight off the vines, but you were more concerned with the way your kidnapper had found his footing once more and was now dragging you towards the sedan with the help of his driver.

You kicked and squirmed in their touch, the vines weaving around you as they dove towards the men’s feet. The loosening of their grip was only momentary, but it was still long enough for you to wriggle free and scramble towards Larissa. The shapeshifter watched the scene before her with frantic eyes, her hands outstretched as she beckoned for you to jump into the car for the both of you to drive away. “Come on! Let’s go!”

Larissa’s vice-like grip for your wrist and tugged you to her, pushing you towards the passenger door once you were in her arms. You crawled from the passenger seat to the driver's side, screaming Larissa’s name to pry her eyes away from whatever horrific scene was happening outside the walls of the car. Stuffing your hand in your pocket, you turn over the ignition, and quickly throw the vehicle into reverse.

With your foot still planted on the break, you glanced back to your right, Larissa wasn’t by the door anymore. This only caused your blood to turn ice cold, worried some of the attackers had gained their freedom and were in the process of kidnapping Larissa.

You had your car door halfway open when you heard the trunk slam and saw Larissa’s form running around the car to jump in the front seat. She then slammed her car door and pushed down the lever to lock the car doors. Much to your wife’s dismay, you were frozen in place as you stared at her half in awe and half in shock at how the past ten minutes had unraveled.

The shapeshifter took your face in her hands, and gently shook you back to reality. “Drive! Fern! Drive!”

With a loud bang, your eyes shifted away from Larissa to the passenger side window where your original attacker had slammed his fiery red hands against the car window. You were suddenly aware of his outcast abilities as the glass of the window began melting under his touch. The glass was warping and bubbling,

sending fear coursing through your veins.

Somehow, the shapeshifter before you was maintaining a surface level of calm, her hands shaking your head back to the solution at hand, “Drive!”

Punching down on the gas, you gun the car backwards into the black sedan. The jolt resulted in Larissa scrambling to find something to hold onto while you shift the car into drive, and slam down on the gas once more, peeling out of the parking garage.

Larissa’s eyes lasered in on you, needing to ignore the misshapen window for her own sanity. She wasn’t speaking to you, but you knew the gears were turning in her mind. Any second now, Larissa would have formulated a plan to keep the both of you safe.

What you hadn’t quite expected was Larissa grabbing your phone from the cup-holder, unlocking it with the password she had memorized years ago. Within a few seconds you heard the gentle noise of the dial tone of a phone waiting to be answered.

“Hello?” Agent Thatcher answered sweetly, assuming she knew exactly why you were calling.

Larissa wasted no time in diving into the issue at hand, angrily shouting with her hands gesturing about wildly, “Someone attacked us! What is happening here?”

Thatcher chuckled into the receiver and you could feel your wife growing more and more irritated in the passenger seat, “I can’t believe they found you already. It was probably your hotel booking. Did you really book it under your real name?”

You couldn’t help but join in on the conversation as Thatcher provided no clarity with her statement back to Larissa’s original question, “Found us already? What are you talking about? What is happening?”

From the other end, the agent sighed and started in on her explanation, “Well, and I’m being honest here, I wasn’t entirely forthright at our last meeting. The medicinal company not only wants cryptids… but rare varieties of outcasts as well. We learned about their plans for the ‘werewolf vitamin’ and found your names on lists for other potential projects. Working for Nevermore, you are both prominent figures in the outcast world. We sent you on the trip to stay away from Nevermore and keep the students safe.”

The shapeshifter was automatic in her reply - her first duty was always to her children and students, “What about our children? Who’s going to protect the kids?”

“We have agents posted all over Jericho and Nevermore. Your children are safe.” The nonchalant nature of Agent Thatcher’s response made a well of frustration and confusion well within you. “Does one of you have a pen handy? I have the address for a safehouse where you will be spending the night.”

With no further questions, Larissa pulled her phone from her purse, ready to type the address into her notes app, “Okay. I’m ready.”

The agent listed off the address like she had been waiting for the two of you to call about this. She was entirely unenthusiastic about the dangers you had encountered - almost as if she expected you to know how to handle it all. “The agent there will be able to help you get on your way to Louisiana.”

“What? No. Who said we were-” Larissa attempted to argue with the agent, but it was no use.

“Agent Thatcher out.”

#larissa weems #principal weems #principal larissa weems #gwen christie #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #larissa weems x oc #fanfic #fern rogers #ferissa #stately sequoia #cold dead heart #the cedars have eyes #violet and rose

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reiiiei · 1 year

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but the thing is,

i don't believe diavolo is "canonically yandere"

and here is why:

first off, those admissions stated are not unique to "yandere" characters only. multiple characters have expressed wanting to keep mc to themselves, and given the chance, they would proclaim so. it can't be a fact contributing to diavolo = yandere if other "non-yandere" characters (say, mammon or asmodeus, or perhaps simeon) would or have already proclaimed such things. Obey Me is a romance oriented game. It is quite normal to hear/read lines of the sort, no matter the character archetype. I've played otome/gacha games including Solmare's games since back when they were still Shall We Date. edit: —and therefore encountered those same lines multiple times.

second, his character song. i genuinely believe his character song isn't meant to suggest that he's yandere. i didn't feel any of the sort. if anything, diavolo's character song instead feels likd desperation. like he was doing his best to sell himself to mc.

"Have you noticed? This is my charm."

"Please don't look away

I will catch your heartbeats

Say no more and come here"

"I'm a formidable No.1

The unmatched only one

Fear nothing and move forward

Run run run

Always singing with grace

La la la la la"

"I have nothing to hide, I am always honest

As long as I can, I will do anything for you

So yeah, "as an exchange"...

...may not be an appropriate expression

But I want that love from you in return"

Even the chorus feels like he was trying to convince mc and him both.

"Fear nothing and move forward." seems to be a message to himself, a reminder that despite possible, suggested fears of not being chosen, not being the closest to the player in comparison to the brothers, especially Lucifer.

It's very hard to explain and I probably should be doing my research paper instead but technically, he is the number 1. He's the prince of Devildom. He has the authority, the riches, the power. He's royalty. But compared to Lucifer and the brothers, he has barely any way to connect to mc. Not to mention that Lucifer is the more present and active forefront.

It's also like...like he thinks he needs to exchange luxury or material things to be loved.

Honestly I don't think I have enough non-neurodivergent braincells to be able to express my views on the matter clearly and concisely, so this ends here.

edit: i am back from first major hurdle of research study. right now i am not playing obey me. the way the writers handled the story and the individual character depths of all the male leads disappointed me, so i only come back for fanfic ideas because yes, despite what has happened in the story, i still love the characters. so yeah. as of now, these opinions are of what i know from the character song, and from side/event stories as well as devilgram and chats. before stopping, i did play obey me for the main story for three years though.

point one: it was not diavolo who was specifically responsible for mc's estrangement into devildom. mc was chosen by random and complete bad luck, mentioned by lucifer in satan's arc. even then, choosing did not fall under diavolo's responsibilities, but lucifer's. pretty irresponsible way to choose an exchange student, especially a human one, but diavolo wasn't even meant to be a dateable character back in the earliest part of the main story for it to suggest that diavolo has yandere tendencies. the only thing that implies is that demons overestimated humans and their ability to adapt/acclimate or simply did not care. however, this argument is only viable if the yanking mc from home thing one is referring to is not from season 1.

point two: the definition of a yandere is exactly, word for word, this: Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means “to be sick,” and the second is deredere, used here for “lovestruck.” A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest

here's a longer definition:

point three: there's a distinct difference between yandere and somewhat possessive or jealous.

point four: barbatos is def much more of a canon yandere than diavolo, and i am not against fanon/headcanon/au yandere! diavolo.

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Can I ask for Albedo and Scaramouche, with a darling who's mute and lacks social understanding, so tends to cling to them? Like do they try to worsen the fear darling has do they find it annoying?

Here I am, bad at Genshin lore and never saw Scara in the story so I am using the internet to my advantage~ I apologize if characters are OOC. When I have time I'll do more research. Did reactions for this so they're short.

Yandere! Albedo + Scaramouche with Mute/Clingy! Darling

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Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Vague Yandere behavior, Manipulation, Implied kidnapping, Obsession, Possessive behavior.

Albedo

- Albedo is reclusive and dislikes social interaction.

- A clingy darling would catch him off guard and he may push you away slightly.

- But he learns, when it's with you, it's understandable.

- You're mute which makes social interaction more difficult, you're scared of it in the first place too.

- Albedo will ease himself into your touch and keep you at Dragonspine with him.

- With you... it's all okay.

- You are both bad at social interaction and wish to avoid it.

- So why don't you both stay in Dragonspine?

- Then you'll have only each other to rely on, a dream to the lovestruck alchemist.

- "There's no need to be scared. It's just us here, now and forever."

Scaramouche

- His personality described by Viktor is "disagreeable"

- Scaramouche seems like the type of person to tease you about your behavior.

- He's unpredictable and not very well-liked.

- Seeing you cling to him because you aren't very social would be such an ego boost to the harbinger.

- Look at you~ Having to rely on him all the time!

- How pitiful yet adorable... you wouldn't know what to do without him, huh?

- You acting this way would give him a sense of ownership, a sense of authority.

- You have no choice but to dedicate yourself to him!

- After all, who else do you have?

- His love may be toxic... but he's the only one you'll ever know when he manages to isolate you socially.

- "What a pity, dear. There's no one else to turn to but me!"

#yandere genshin impact #yandere scaramouche #yandere albedo

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peaxhxhair · 2 years

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Hi, I'm writing to you because I wanted to make a request for the sandman, more specifically for dream/morpheus x male reader. Since I realize that there is almost nothing of morpheus x male reader.

I would like the reader to be the son of Lucifer and for him to be the husband of Morpheus. That at first, despite being the son of Lucifer, he is someone quite sweet, but when her husband is imprisoned, the reader changes and the reader leaves the kingdom of dreams and returns to hell. I would like them to meet again later when morpheus looks for his helmet in hell. I could make it a nice reunion, with tears of happiness, etc.

I hope I have not bothered you.

Pairing: Morpheus x Male!Reader

Summary: After a century, two lovers reunite.

Warnings: Slight Angst & Fluff

Words Count: 1.1K

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting this! I had a little bit of trouble writing this, but I think it turned out okay!

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It had been over a year since M/n had seen his husband. At first, the son of Lucifer had assumed that the king of dreams had fled, after an argument they had before Dream ventured into the waking world. Morpheus had never strayed too far from his lover, for too long anyway. Though, when he did not return, M/n had thought the worst. He assumed that their argument meant the end of their relationship. The end of their marriage.

Still, M/n was hopeful that his lover would return. He stayed in the dreaming until only he and Lucienne remained. Though, after months and years of waiting, hoping, M/n left. He returned to hell, where his mother awaited him.

She was ready to berate her son for all it was worth, however the look on his face made it difficult for her to do so. A look of heartbreak. One so different to the lovestruck eyes he carried during their wedding. Where he and Morpheus vowed to love each other until the end of time.

When M/n returned to hell, he hid himself away. Not wanting to speak with anyone, especially his mother. Lucifer may not be necessarily happy with her son’s change of personality, but she did enjoy the fact that M/n’s relationship with Morpheus seemed to be over.

M/n still remained somewhat hopeful that Morpheus would return, but that hope began to fade after eighty years. When all hope was lost, M/n wouldn’t bother to move or talk. He just couldn’t think of anything to say. He just sat in his room, withering away, his immortality the only thing that keeps him alive. Existing.

~~~

“My Love, I am trying to work” Morpheus grumbled quietly as he flipped through the journal in his hands. M/n’s head lay in his husband's lap, staring up at him as Morpheus scanned the pages, in search of something.

“And I am trying to keep you company” M/n answered, a smug grin gracing his face as he caught the other's look of brief astonishment. Although Dream never thought that he needed company, he was grateful that his lover assumed he did. Even if the H/C boy distracted him anyway, although he hadn’t done anything but sit and watch his lover work.

~~~

It took another twenty years before anyone from the dreaming heard from Morpheus, and the longer for that news to reach hell. And finally, when Morpheus showed his face to hell’s residents, the realm seemed to shake. News travels fast in hell, yet somehow, M/n remained unaware.

~~~

“I hope you’re here to apologise to him” Lucifer starts, when she finally turned to face the king of dreams. Morpheus hadn’t expected her to be so blunt in what was expected of him.

“In due time. First, I came to retrieve my helm. I believe one of your demons has it” He explains, and the scoff that leaves Lucifer's lips is the most respectful response he receives.

“He has been distraught for the past one hundred years, and the first thing you think to ask for is your helm?” Lucifer almost laughs at the reality of the situation, but Morpheus remains silent, unsure of what to say. “For that reason, I cannot return your helm. Until you prove to be the Morpheus that he claims you are” Her words made Dream reconsider what he travelled to hell for. Did he really choose to find his helm before his husband? He had thought about M/n since the day he had been captured, so what made his helm so important?

Deep down, Morpheus could feel the nerves, but he had never been the type to show emotions. So, why now? Maybe he was worried that his husband wouldn’t want to see him, or had found someone else. Someone who wouldn’t disappear for one a century without notice.

“Where can I find him?” Dream called to the ruler of hell, who had since turned her back to him. No answer was given, and after a brief moment of silence, Morpheus walked away, determined to find his lover again.

~~~

There has been a strange buzz around hell in the past few days, since the news of Morpheus’ return. Yet, M/n had not received any form of news from anyone, and was unaware of his husband's return. Yet he noticed that something had changed. He could tell that the inhabitants of hell were talking about something, he just couldn’t figure out what.

Though, as he stared out of the main window of his bedroom, a knock had sounded on his door. His mother never really had a reason to knock, and the only people who did knock had been advised to leave the boy alone.

M/n didn’t answer to the knock, instead just waiting for them to enter, or for them to leave him be. Though, when he heard his name from the other side of the door. He shot up from his seat. The sudden sound of his lover’s voice almost made him think that he had imagined it.

But, as he swung open the door, the familiar scruffy hair and all black clothes made M/n’s eyes fill with tears. “Morpheus…” M/n whispered as he stared at his husband, the tears that gathered in his eyes beginning to flow down his cheeks.

“M/n…” Dream whispered back, as he leaned forward to embrace his lover after an excruciating century. Soon enough, the couple were on the floor, as M/n had basically fallen over as he cried into his lover’s chest.

Dream was more than willing to embrace his husband again, for as long as they could.

“I thought… I thought that it was my fault” M/n managed to sniffle into dream’s shirt, and Morpheus began to rake his hands through the other’s hair, in an attempt to comfort the crying boy.

“What was your fault?” Dream asked, and waited patiently until M/n gave him an answer, drawing shapes into his lover’s sides with his fingers.

“That you left” Dream almost laughed at what his lover said, but he stopped himself so that he didn’t seem to be laughing at his very emotional husband.

“My love, I would never leave you” Morpheus reassured, taking notice of how M/n’s hands gripped his shirt harder, as if he was scared that Dream would disappear again.

“I missed you so much” M/n muttered again, leaning away from their embrace to wipe the tears from his eyes. Morpheus took the chance to place a soft kiss on M/n’s lips, and M/n smiled at the feeling.

“I missed you too. I’m sorry I was gone for so long” Morpheus said, the smallest of smiles gracing his features as he spoke. M/n didn’t have to respond to show that he had forgiven him, and Morpheus relaxed at the fact that his husband hadn’t held too much anger towards him.

“I love you M/n. So much”

“I love you too, Morpheus”

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perfctvelvet · 1 year

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Restless

Dua/Reader Content: established relationship, fluff, somnophilia, nipple play, oral, tribbing.

Author's note: Working on a few things and revamping the patreon for yall :3 will be posting a little more frequently in March!

Dua would toss and turn for an hour before admitting to herself that she's actually not trying her best to sleep.

She often complained to Y/n about not being able to fall asleep, and not being able to stay asleep when she eventually did close her eyes. Y/n just told her that she wasn't used to having this much down time and that eventually she will be able to regulate her sleep schedule. Dua, however, was insistent that it wouldn't happen and every night she would eventually wake Y/n out of her deep sleep and ask for entertainment. The first two or three times Y/n didn't mind it, actually finding it cute to see her girlfriend bored and needy for her in the middle of the night. But it stops being cute around the fourth or fifth time.

Dua's habits were cutting into Y/n's own sleep schedule. Just because Dua was taking a break from her fast life that doesn't mean Y/n was. At one point Y/n was sneaking away to the guest room to avoid having her sleep interrupted. When she had been caught Dua had to convince her to stop sleeping in a different room. Y/n felt a little guilty after being caught, but she was still hesitant to sleep in the same bed as someone so insistent on waking her up when they can’t sleep.

"Just because you can't fall asleep doesn't mean you get to mess up my sleep schedule too!"

She understood where her girlfriend was coming from, and although she wanted to be stubborn about it, Dua decided to be good and obey. Worse than not being able to sleep is not being able to sleep and being in their bed alone. At least Y/n's presence was comforting to her.

Tonight was no different. Dua was not tired, nor could she keep herself still. She made sure not to move so much knowing that Y/n was trying to sleep. Every time her girlfriend shifted around in the bed, Dua would pause and watch her intently hoping that she hadn't woken her up. Unsurprisingly, the only way to wake Y/n up was if Dua were to annoyingly shake her awake. Dua felt guilty for past interactions where she selfishly decided to wake her, but it's lonely being up all night by herself.

Each time she looks over at Y/n she notices something different about her. She wore nothing but a pink, wireless bra and crushed velvet pink pajama shorts. She could've went without the bra because it barely contained her tits anyway. Her nipple peaked out from the corner of the fabric and Dua reached over to softly cover it back up. It didn't matter anyway considering that it's just the two of them in the room, but Dua thought it was a nice thing to do.

Touching her skin, however, felt more like a naughty thing to do. Her fingers accidentally grazed her upper stomach, making Dua inhale deeply. Y/n always looks so cute when she's sleeping, even though Y/n may disagree with that sentiment. But she always looks totally relaxed, which makes Dua both envious and lovestruck.

Y/n’s body didn't respond to Dua's accidental touch which piqued the curiosity in her girlfriend. She wondered how much touching it would take to actually wake her up. Her gentle touching isn't like the shaking she would do to wake her all those late nights ago.

Dua began to push the limits on where her touch would go. She had lightly rubbed her stomach for some time before moving south and rubbing her inner thigh. Y/n would shift just the tiniest bit and make a small noise, but still she didn't wake. Dua wondered if she could be affecting any dreams she could be having. Did Y/n feel it when Dua's hand got close to her pussy? Or did she feel it when Dua brought her hand back up to her tits and circled her nipple through her thin bra? The more she did it, the more Y/n's body seemed to react to her yet her girlfriend didn't wake up. She knows Y/n wouldn't be able to fake being asleep but she begins to wonder when she sees Y/n furrow her brow.

With a finger, she delicately moves the bra cups out of her way to expose Y/n's nipples. It didn't seem like Dua would need to do much work seeing as they were already hard. She circled the sensitive skin of each bud with her finger. Dua was feeling emboldened by her movements not waking Y/n and decided to go further and grope her tits. Y/n’s nipples pushed against the palm of her hand as she did so. Dua licks and then bites her bottom lip as she gropes her girlfriend's soft flesh. She moans as if she's the one being touched. She watches the expression on Y/n's sleeping face change and she's enamored by it. She hopes to have clouded all of Y/n's dreams with lust and sex. She wants to know if what she's doing is working so she places her hand back between her legs and pushes her shorts to the side and feels her pussy. Y/n is wet. She's not as wet as she would be if she were awake, but there is no denying she is wet.

Dua can't help but rub Y/n's clit and that elicits a small moan from her mouth. It'll be impossible for her to stay asleep any longer. Dua watches her face until her eyes eventually begin to flutter open.

"Baby?"

"Shh -- it's just me."

Y/n's raspy sleep voice and the look of confusion on her face is so hot to Dua. Once the confusion is replaced by the pleasure from Dua rubbing her clit Y/n begins to moan.

"I told you to stop waking me up in the middle of the night," she moans sleepily, closing her eyes again but this time from pleasure and not tiredness.

"I couldn't help myself. You looked so cute laid out for me. You know I always have to touch my beautiful girl when I see her."

Now that she was awake, Y/n began to moan louder. Still being half-asleep made the pleasure more intense. She arches her back, tits jiggling as she does, and stirs her hips for her girlfriend.

“Mmm, feels good,” Y/n sleepily groans. Dua rubs her clit slowly but with much pressure. Y/n is slightly annoyed she was woken up out of her sleep, but she can’t complain too much because the pleasure is building and building. A pinch to her nipple is what wakes her up fully. She groans louder than she would’ve liked, and before she could moan more, Dua covers her lips with hers. It’s a sloppy kiss between the two of them more so because of Y/n. When Dua pulls away she can’t help but laugh at the state her girlfriend is in. She always complains about being woken up in the middle of the night, but tonight she isn’t complaining at all.

“Did you think you were having a wet dream?”

“I think so,” Y/n whispers, her moans chopping up her words.

“Can you tell me what was happening?”

“You were about to fuck me. You were sucking on my neck and rubbing my stomach.”

“Something like this?”

Dua buries her face in Y/n’s neck and begins to suck on her sensitive skin. Instead of rubbing her stomach as Y/n described, she placed her other hand on her boob and groped it while she stimulated her in every way she possibly could right now.

Being annoyed was no longer an option. Waking up to nothing but pleasure is heavenly, Y/n must admit. It was all about her, her girlfriend’s way of being apologetic. Her legs spread wider as Dua’s fingers get sloppier. Y/n took the opportunity to push her fingers out of the way and rub her clit herself. Dua caught on quickly and two wet fingers inserted Y/n’s hole. Y/n began to moan as if she wanted to wake the entire neighborhood. Every touch and every movement had her on cloud nine.

She whimpers through her orgasm. Her cum coats Dua’s fingers and creates a sloppy mess. Y/n can’t quite fathom how things escalated so quickly. She feels a tiredness seeping into her body not but she doesn’t feel like she’s done.

Not a word is spoken between the two as Y/n rolls on top of her girlfriend. Their lips meet in an uncoordinated kiss. Y/n grinds against her with her clit sometimes catching the friction from Dua’s thigh. They’re both sleepy, horny messes. Yet that doesn’t stop Dua from removing all the layers hiding her pussy. She spreads her legs wide to slow off the glistening mess making Y/n cum get her worked up.

Y/n takes her shorts off, and without needing to be asked, puts her pussy on her girlfriend's; she roughly grabs her legs as she straddles her and begins to move her hips. It was easy for their clits to glide against one another due to how wet they are. Y/n can feel how much of a sticky mess is being created between her and Dua’s legs.

“It feels so good,” Y/n sighs as she throws her head back. She grabs onto Dua’s leg to use it as leverage to move her hips faster.

Dua looks down and sees the wetness between them. Her eyes can’t pick where to land between the way their clits bump together and Y/n’s tits bouncing in her face. Her mischievous behavior was paying off as she began to feel the pressure in her belly. She grabs onto Y/n’s hip and squeezes, her nails digging into her flesh causing Y/n to gasp.

“Make me cum baby, make my cum!” Dua coos as Y/n begins to move faster.

Her movement is a bit sloppy as they melt into each other. She had just come, but Y/n feels like she might come again or just come very close to it. She was sleeping not that long ago, now she is all riled up and teeming with energy.

“Are you gonna cum, princess? I want you to cum for me so bad,” she paws at her girlfriend’s chest as she turns Dua into a weeping mess. It’s ironic how the tables have turned.

Dua is a mumbling mess as she cums against Y/n’s sex. The warmth blossoms between their legs and Y/n whimpers at the feeling. A lust-drunk smile spreads on her face as she grinds harder and harder until Dua is shivering from the pleasure and everything more. It was sort of Y/n’s revenge for waking her up even if it feels so good.

She chokes out a broken, “b-babe-”, hands gripping her flesh even harder now. Y/n is still swirling her lips, looking down at how worn out she is. Dua can only last a few more seconds before she’s using her forceful grip on Y/n to slow her down. Y/n listens, and thinks to herself how this should make her girlfriend tired enough to fall asleep easier tonight.

They’re both a mess, but they’re just too lazy to move.

“Promise you’re not gonna be mad at me for waking you up?” Dua asks, her eyes pleading for forgiveness although she was forgiven the moment her fingers hit Y/n’s sweet spot.

Y/n kisses her forehead. She won’t be mad, but she’ll definitely be annoyed when the middle of her day rolls around and she’s utterly exhausted.

“I’m not mad, especially not after that, but don’t wake me up again. You know I have work in the morning.”

Y/n turns to her side, facing away from Dua and closes her eyes. She feels the bed shift and an arm drape over her. Within seconds she hears a soft hum from behind her, indicating that her girlfriend was already sleeping.

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