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buzz-in-your-veins · 8 days

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Oops, did i do that?

Accidentally sending a spicy pic to your crush.

The reader is more fem dressed and has a vagina in this- if you want a part b where they don’t have outfits just let me know!

CW: Gender Neutral reader with a vagina and fem-like fashion, reader wears bras, no mention of having boobs.

Vox

Vox hadn’t known you for very long, you were one of the newer demons working for him. You’d applied for the job a few months ago.

In that time he’d seen you about four times, but he was honestly thinking of promoting you, you were amazing at your job, good with both the data and the customers, the only thing it seemed you couldn’t do, was look at your contacts.

You weren’t working tomorrow, so you’d gone out with your friends, you’d purposefully gone to one of the only clubs in the pride ring that wasn’t owned by a member of the V’s, in an effort not to run into your new boss.

You’d gone all out tonight, spurred on by your friends, see, you had a minor crush on the TV demon, not that you’d ever entertain it. However, your friends had picked your outfit tonight, and you ended up in a gorgeous (if a bit slutty) royal blue dress, sleeveless and short, with a glittery tulle overlay, and some beautiful electric red heels.

You were messing on with your friends in the bathroom, taking photos and just genuinely having fun, already beyond tipsy now. You were sending a photo of you and another friend in the mirror to your group chat, your friend had taken the time you were fixing your hair to add Vox onto the ‘send to’ people, you never noticed.

You also didn’t notice your phone go off when Vox opened it.

If only that was the worst part.

You finished the night absolutely trashed, your friends working together to walk one another home, most living near one another. You, of course, were the odd on out, and the odd number.

You assured your friends it was fine, you lived in VVV tower for Lucifers sake, you’d be fine! Your friends wouldn’t hear it.

One of your friends, less drunk, had messaged one of Velvettes models, whom she used to work with and asked for them to walk you back.

You got back safe and sound, still not having realised you’d sent Vox the bathroom photo, or seeing the demon’s expression as Velvettes model walked you in.

You weren’t quite tired enough to sleep when you were dropped back in your room, so you messed on on your phone for a bit, before undressing. You hadn’t got to taking your make up off or undoing your hair, you’d gotten your dress off, and just.. stopped.

You were in an ethereal lingerie set, clearly made with Vox in mind.

Pretty blue panties hugged your hips, red electric bolts providing straps, the lace comfortable against your pussy, your chest coved with a light blue bralette, lace spilling against your skin, and the most beautiful glitch effect chain snug around your belly.

You matched this with a black thin choker with a hanging blue electric bolt, and posed against your bed, taking a few photos, changing poses and taking more.

Your favourite was one where you were laid flat, the photo taken from above, you could see your entire body, including the heels you still hadn’t taken off, and you were stairing straight at the camera with your painted lips parted.

Satisfied you went to save your photo.

Never noticing you’d sent the same photo to your boss.

Afterall, you hadn’t know to take him off your list.

You were cuddled up asleep, still in the underwear, when Vox opened your photo.

You never noticed the power surge then go out, nor did you notice Vox’s name pop up on your phone.

Angel Dust

Angel had seen you around the hotel more than usual, Charlie said you’d recently quit your job to work for someone else, and it gave you more free time and flexibility.

Angel was happy for you, your boss had been a real price of work.

Still riding the high off getting a better job, you’d invited your friends out clubbing, having received a handsome final salary.

You had chosen to go to Hyper-Tech, one of Vox’s clubs, and one of the best. They had some off the greatest drinks, and, unbeknownst to you, that night they also had Angel Dust dancing.

You friends teased you relentlessly about your crush on the porn star already, and they played this off as purposeful on your part, even though you’d had no idea.

You had started the night feeling confident and pretty in your oulfit, but seeing the spider you felt a flash of self consciousness, after all, your outfit was styled on the spiders own colour theme, an off the shoulder soft pink velvet crop-top, above-knee white loose pleated skirt, and pastel pink heels with a hot pink belt and nail polish.

You friends quickly took care of that, telling you how wonderful you looked, that anyone would be lucky to see you.

And getting you drunk definitely helped, the endless stream of cocktails bought with your money, and eventually dipping into your friends supplies brought on a happy buzz.

They also greatly diminished your ability to think critically.

You never saw how Angel Dust watched you the entire time you were in the club, as you progressively got drunker, to the point Angel was shocked you could still stand, never mind walk.

Your friends however, saw how the renowned demon was watching you with concern and admiration.

They quickly concocted a plan without your input.

Angels set finished around 2 in the morning, he waited in his dressing room for you to leave.

You had planed to walk home with your friends before splitting off to the hotel, but one of your friends changed the plan, stating there was no need for you to walk them home, after all, didn’t you like live in the complete opposite direction? Another friend had ‘needed the bathroom’ and had walked right by Angels door, talking about how you were leaving with the third friend.

As you were arguing about the principle of walking your friends home, Angel Dust came out of club, and said he didn’t mind walking you home, you lived together anyway.

Your friends quickly agreed and left, not allowing you to argue.

The whole walk back you were showered with compliments about your outfit, your dancing, your hair, your ability to drink, everything.

Angel walked you all the way to your room before leaving you.

You started to undress, but decided you wanted a photo for this occasion.

In your underwear, a pretty pale pink push-up bra, and a silky white thong, still in the hot pink heels, you took a photo in the mirror, sat on your knees staring in the mirror.

For some reason, you decided to send that to yourself instead of just saving to camera roll.

Only, you never send it to yourself. After the walk home, Angel had messaged you to sleep well, meaning he was your top contact.

Never thinking to check, you simply threw on a pale pink baby doll, took your heels and make up off, and went to bed.

Alastor

Alastor showing up to help at the hotel had never been in your plan.

The radio demon was always an unobtainable shadow, someone you could safely crush on from your own mind, because he would never be in your reach.

Except..

Now he was.

Now not to be foolish, you had figured from his interactions and reactions that Alastor was most likely somewhere on the Ace or Aro spectrum, and you would never push anything onto him.

But you could never even get close enough to talk to him, never mind ask about the possibility of him being on the spectrum.

So you hid. Everytime Alastor was around, you weren’t.

Alastor was cooking? You weren’t hungry. Al was helping with the daily running? You had work. Alastor was in the library? You didn’t want to read anyways.

Alastor always noticed your absence.

Instead you poured over everything and anything about the radio demon.

When he appeared, what he did, where he could have been in the seven years, his rise to power, his ability’s, his domain, everything.

Your crush on the radio demon was a foolish one, but that didn’t stop you from having it.

From dreaming of picnics and ice cream dates, of long walks down the streets of hell, to him taking you apart with his words alone, voice wrapping around you.

And when he stopped those muggers?

You went weak.

So, yea, your crush was unobtainable, in the highest scene.

You could still dress up though.

And you did, frequently.

In pantsuits of dark crimson, to the bloody scarlet ball gown, for the party.

Alastors eyes never left you that night.

Mostly, it was under your clothes.

Pretty crimson baby dolls. Black lacy thongs. Scarlett bralettes. Everything. Your camera roll was full of photos of yourself in the underwear, posing this way and that, full of imagination and hopes you would never act on.

Oh how you’d positively die if anyone saw.

That didn’t stop you.

Right now you were dressed in a darling crimson corset, embroidered with darker lace, tied tight, paired with dark scarlet panties, pussy damp against the lace as you lost yourself slightly in a fantasy, black heels and a black necklace, you had posed side on to the camera, staring straight ahead, knees folded underneath you and head tilted slightly up, arms held behind your back.

You heard your shutter go off and stood, getting dressed in a black lace camisole, taking of the corset and heels before heading to bed.

Picking your phone up on the way, you saved the photo to your folder.

Surely, you should have expected naming your folder ‘Alastor<3’ to backfire, but..

Maybe this was a Freudian slip?

It’s not like you even noticed you’d sent it, and you were asleep by the time your phone when off.

Lucifer

You’d seen the King of Hell maybe twice, once in passing, and once when he came to the hotel.

It was more than enough for you to crush on the child-like King, falling in love with his attitude and personality, drawn further in by his looks and kindness.

By the time the charity ball came around, you were completely lost for him.

Lucifer showed up in a white suit, not too different from his normal attire, only more fancy, more Kingly, so to speak.

You had taken Angels advice and dressed to impress.

Angel Dust was the only one who knew about the feelings you had for the fallen angel, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it, but he was also your biggest supporter.

You and Angel had knows each other almost as long as you’d been in hell, so his help was soothing for you, and you smiled as the spider laced up the golden gown you’d picked.

It was a golden off-the-shoulder ball gown, with a soft cover of glittery tulle over the top, the skirt flaring out, reaching the floor, covered in rose embroidered embellishments, and paired with bloody red heels, and a glittering clutch.

Charlie had told you all to go all out, and you and Angel did not disappoint.

The two of you descended together, and you caught site of the King before quickly moving your eyes, your blush almost matching your clutch.

Charlie swanned around you, telling you how amazing you looked, and look at your hair!

Angel got you a flute of champagne before leaving you to find Husk.

Traitors.

You walked around the party, dancing with people here and there, doing your best to avoid looking at the King.

You never saw that his eyes never left your form, or how he glared at everyone who touched you.

The king had tried more than once to get close to you, if not to dance with you, to at least tell you how amazing you looked, but you always seemed to move at just the right time.

Charlie had been snapping photos of you the whole night, sending them to her dad, even she saw the two of you pining for one another.

Your flute was never empty, and unfortunately for you, Angel could always recognise when you were about to bolt, and he and Husk would step in to talk to you and prevent it.

Did you mention traitors?

By the time you were finally able to leave, you were definitely tipsy, clutching Angels arm as the two of you ascended the stairs, congratulating yourself on managing to avoid the King.

Angel saw the way Lucifer was watching you, but you didn’t.

By the time you were in your room and Angel had left after unlacimg your dress, ‘we went all blessed with long arms, A——y!’, you wanted a special photo.

So you got ready.

You kept your heels on and striped to your underwear, a strapless golden bra with a red bow in the center, trimmed in lace, and panties to match, also trimmed in lace. You kept the sparkly fishnets on too, and your makeup on, before finiding a pose you liked.

Finally settling on a pose wherein you were laid on your back, your knees up and tilted slightly to the side, one hand on your breast, the other just above your head, and your face tilted towards your phone, positioned slightly higher than you, and just above your head.

You smiled at the photo, and went to save it.

You never looked.

Lucifer had got your number of Charlie to tell you how nice you’d looked. Your response?

A photo.

You were asleep by the time Lucifers own response came in.

Husk

Husk hadn’t taken much notice of you at first, only that you seemed to come and go with Angel, Husk later learned you were Angels shadow so to speak, Valentino payed you prettily just to follow and protect the star.

Husk noticed you more as you came out more without Angel, not being needed as often when you were in the hotel.

You and the barcat had had some quite good conversations, and some even better discussions.

You knew your way around cards that was for sure, and the cat loved talking with you about card tricks.

Sure no one could match him in card tricks, but hearing you talk about them? Something just felt different.

Husk worried about you and Angel a lot, especially when you both came back late, Angel looking trashed, and you looking slightly high on those nights. It took Husk months to realise Valentino was drugging you both, more so Angel. On those nights, Husk would stay up late to make sure you and Angel ate and drank before going to bed.

Husk never brought it up, and Angel didn’t remember, so you never spoke about it. If the cat didn’t want to bring it up why should you?

Husk did notice his favourite snack appearing on the bar in the mornings however.

Your crush on the cat had started before you even began talking to him, but those conversations, the way he treated you, how he never made you seem unimportant, the way he looked after you and Angel after Val had been upset?

You were gone.

And the cat was your new home.

Not that you’d ever tell him of course, you would never risk ruining such a wonderful friendship like that.

Of course, there were also nights like these. When Val needed Angel for publicity, those were the best. You both got to dress up and basically just party, no forced drugs or alcohol, just fun.

You’d dressed in an orange one-shoulder skin-tight slip dress, with a split up-to your thigh, paired with glittery purple heels, a clutch and jewellery, with black card themed earrings.

Husk had seen you just before you got into Vox’s limo and dropped his bottle of cheap alcohol, sending Niffty into a cleaning/laughing fit.

You and Angel didn’t get back until 1 in the morning, both of you slightly buzzed, but pretty much sober, not having been forced to fed any drugs and having eaten at the gala.

Husk had tried to stay up.

You feel deeper when you realised the barcat was asleep at his post because he was waiting for you. Sending Angel to bed, you walked over to the barcat and gently shook him awake, telling him he could go to bed.

From here Husk noticed the earrings, and flushed, jolting backwards and falling.

You giggled a little before apologising for startling him, which he waved off.

He headed to bed and you got back to your room. Taking your dress off you caught sight of your self in the mirror.

Pretty orange panties with a tiny club embroidered in at the side, deep orange plunge bra with a spade on the left cup, purple bracelet, necklace, and shoes, pretty orange make-up, and a heart and diamond earring set.

You needed a photo.

Fussing around a bit you finally settled on a pose with you laying slightly over the end of the bed, head and chest tilted down, knees pulled up to the side, camera angled too capture everything, arms by your head, and full body on display.

You changed into some sleep clothes after the photos, and in your sleepy state sent them to Husk, instead of simply saving them.

You didn’t wake up until well after Husk responded.

Lute.

Lute had noticed you as soon as you’d joined Adam’s ranks.

Of course she had.

You were the prettiest exterminator Lute had had the pleasure of seeing.

She pestered Adam until he agreed Lute could have her own assistant.

That of course, was you.

Lute loved having you work with her.

Yes all your conversations were about work, and you treat her like your boss, not a colleague, but it wa a better than when you weren’t talking at all.

You were still reeling from the change in position so fast, and now having to deal with the angel you were crushing on at all hours of the day?

Your poor heart couldn’t deal.

You were a blushing mess under your mask every time Lute spoke to you, praising yourself every time you got through an answer without stumbling or stuttering on the words.

Your friends were relentless with the teasing, going as far as to create hand signals to tease you even on the training fields.

Regardless you excelled.

You had to be the best.

And so you were.

Lute often asks what fuels you, and you always stumbled through a bullshit answer, never remembering what you’d said before.

You never gave her the same answer.

You couldn’t exactly tell your now boss the reason you did so well was so she would notice you, could you?

Shadowing Lute meant shadowing Adam. He usually left you alone for the most part though.

It meant going to fancy angel party’s. With out your mask.

You forced your friends to help you get ready.

Gorgeous black knee length dress, clinched at the waist, with silvery heels, a silver necklace, a silver clutch, and purple earrings, your hair done all nice and make up to compliment the outfit.

Your friends told you you looked stunning, and when Lute saw you, she had to agree.

You spent the entire party following Lute around, you didn’t know any of the people here and you were anxious.

Lute kept your champagne topped up, eventually switching you to something a little harder when it became clear you wouldn’t settle on the sparkling liquid alone, not used to the alcohol you got drunk fast.

Adam allowed Lute to leave early, so she could take you home.

Lute got you in safely and even placed an aspirin and water on your bedside table, before leaving you, messaging your phone to let you know what’s happened.

Meanwhile, you’d striped down to a gray lacy bralette, with matching high waisted panties, pretty silver heels, make-up still on and earrings still in.

You wanted a photo.

You set your phone up, and posed, on you knees on your bed, heels just visible, leaned back slightly, one hand behind your bed in a stretch and one on the bed, eyes looking just beyond the camaraderie.

Happy with the results, you went to save the picture, instead, sending it to Lute, who opened it as soon as she got home.

Bye the time Lute replied, you were curled up ontop of your covers, heels still on, sleeping deeply.

Feedback is always appreciated <3

If you want more people added feel free to ask and I’ll do a part two!

Comments are my high.

They make me write faster.

~Vyrus

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arminsumi · 10 months

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omg omg this is specific but innocent virgin armin with a soft dom reader AND CL¡TS???? poor baby hasn’t seen a girl naked before and he just wants to make her feel good :((

PHEW 🥵

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Oneshot | MDNI | Armin | ♪

⚠️Cws; spicy spicy SMUT 🌶️

Notes; fem!reader, college au

⚠️💦Smut cws; 'pretty boy' nickname for Armin, 🐱eating, humping (the mattress and ur 🐱) he accidentally cums in his pants, accidentally slipping just the tip in, cumshot on🐱

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do... I mean, I-I haven't done this before." Armin admits. His whole face reddens and he keeps his gaze lowered.

"Aw, that's okay. I'll guide you through it." You say, reaching for his t-shirt and grabbing it, pulling him in for a kiss.

His brain short circuits when he feels your lips. He can hardly believe that this is reality. It takes him a few seconds to kiss back. He positively melts into you, whole body leaning in for this kiss he's been craving for so long.

See, Armin's been the shy boy you sit next to during lectures.

He tries not to look at you too much, because just a glimpse of your body can get his pants tightening. There's been too many times where he's had to scoot the chair in closer to the desk to hide his hard-on.

And when you lean close while exchanging notes? He's throbbing, his mind is going wild, and he's visibly shaken up. You have to smile; he's so sweet and innocent that you just wanna eat him up.

You totally expected him to freeze up when you asked him to come back to your dorm room after class for a 'study session'. He blinked and hesitated, then stuttered out a 'o-okay' and followed you across campus like an excited puppy.

When you start pawing at his chest and pants, his heart races and his mind melts. He has no idea how to say it, but he wants to touch you so badly. You have no idea how many nights he's spent awake daydreaming of this.

In his daydreams, he was always on top of you, but there you had him underneath you, pressing your chest onto his. He wasn't complaining at all, just whimpering while you kissed him so tenderly. His hands very timidly felt you up, he was so calculating with how he touched your body.

Each time you tilt your head into the kiss to deepen it, Armin lets out a soft whimper and squirms his hips into you.

He's hard. Really hard. You can feel him start to throb.

The poor boy really needs relief, but he wants to make you feel good first. So he eagerly asks what you like, and his eyes glitter when you tell him your favorite things. "I-I can do that..." he mumbles shyly.

He freezes up when you undress in front of him. His brows are all raised and his blue eyes blown wide. "Have you never seen a girl naked before?" you giggle, teasing him a bit.

Armin gulps, "N-no... this is a first..." he admits. He tries not to gawk as you take off your bra.

"You've got a bit of a tent there, Armin." You point out.

"Huh! Oh... sorry... y-you're just really pretty. Too pretty for me..." He chokes.

You roll your eyes and take his hands into your own, guiding them onto your body. God knows he didn't have the guts to make that move himself.

The second you let him put his lips on your body, he's tasting you like a starved man, drooling and impatiently kissing everywhere like this is the only chance he's getting.

You gotta assure him a few times that he can take his time, because you're not going anywhere. He gulps and slows down.

He might be an innocent boy, but his hot, impatient kisses feel more erotic than any others you've experienced.

Armin's skin is flushing a cute pink while he kisses down your tummy, just like you told him to do.

He comes to a halt at your panties, and looks up at you like a lost and confused puppy.

"U-um, I'm not sure what to do..." He mumbles.

You smile down at him, his heart flips, "Well, what do you want to do?" you ask.

"I don't know... I-I want to do what makes you feel good?" he replies. There's too much he wants to do, how is he supposed to choose?

"M'kay, then play with it." You instruct him, pressing your clothed pussy lightly against him. He feels excitement get caught in his throat, and he nearly chokes on his own saliva. Is he drooling?

After a moment of awed hesitation, he gulps and timidly presses his lips to your plush lips.

He licks stripes through your panties up your lips to your clit, and he seems to really get into it. Especially when you start moaning in response and moving your hips against his face.

His lips grow hot and wet, and you pull your panties aside so he can lap at your juices. You almost want to tease him and call him a puppy right then because of how he behaves.

Armin moans while eating you out (he's just the type 😌) and looks up at you for reassurance of what he's doing with his tongue. He's always cute, but he's especially cute when he's nuzzled between your thighs like this.

While you arch your back and enjoy yourself, he's grinding his hips into the mattress to try and relieve himself. He's so sensitive that he cums in his pants when he hears you moan his name.

He listens to all your guidance, when you tell him to kiss or suck or lick he's immediate to respond.

At first it feels like he has no idea what he's doing when he slips his tongue inside your hole, but he quickly figures out what makes you feel good.

And he gets really into it, he presses his hot lips flush against your skin, trying to get as deep as he can.

"Rub it with your thumb, pretty boy, like that – mhm, there we go, that's it." you sigh. He's quick to learn how to play with your clit.

You taste so good it's making his head spin, and your moans encourage him to keep going even though his tongue feels tired and his dick is straining against his wet pants.

He brings his lips back to your clit, kisses it and sucks at it, soft lips nipping a little. He tries all sorts of ways to lick it, until he figures out how you like it best. "Fuck, keep doing that, 'm gonna cum." you whimper, body curving and rolling on the mattress almost artistically.

He savors your orgasm, feeling every tremble of your hips on his face. You squeeze your thighs around his head, feeling his soft blond hair tickling your skin. He moans against your sensitive clit while you ride your high out.

You make a delicious mess all over his lips and he licks it up slowly, savoring the taste of you. There's a shiny sheen on his cheek and chin when he pulls his face out from between your thighs.

You're breathless, shaky and sweaty, a dripping mess, but you want to satisfy him, too.

"Come here." You beckon for him, and he paws his was up to meet your face.

He rests his cock against you and boy, it feels heavy.

"You did so good," You coo at him, giving him a deep kiss. You can taste yourself on him, he thinks that's just so hot.

Armin whimpers into your mouth when you squeeze your thighs around his waist. You pull away and smile at him.

"You seem pretty worked up. Wanna rub against me and get your relief, pretty boy?" You ask, looking him in the eye.

"Y-y-yes – y-yes please..." He replies in a shaky breath.

He squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure when you buck your hips up against his. He's never even thought about the idea of having his dick squished between your body and his own.

Breathy curses fall from his lips as he begins rubbing against you.

He swallows sharply and buries his head in the crook of your neck. His arms wrap around you shyly, and his hips start rocking back and forth needily to satisfy himself.

You help him slip his cock out of his pants. Even the act of you unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans makes him whimper.

He doesn't waste time, he starts grinding against your pussy hard.

He's so hot it's scalding to the touch. You can feel the shape of his cute mushroom tip, and a very noticeable big vein running up his length.

"I-is this okay?" He asks unsurely, grinding his cock right between your soft lips. You can feel him pulsing against your sensitive clit.

"Mhm, it feels good, keep going." You tell him shakily.

He clings to your body tight, completely intoxicated by the feeling tingling throughout his dick with each thrust. There's a wet sheen on his cock, it feels so messy. All the sounds you make have him obsessed.

His tip dips inside you with one accidental thrust.

"S-sorry!" He whimpers into your ear.

"It's okay." You giggle, "I don't mind." you assure him.

He keeps clumsily slipping his lil mushroom tip inside, letting out an erotic moan into your ear each time. It's a total accident, of course, he's too innocent to be doing it on purpose.

"Why not hold it and rub it into my clit?" You suggest cheekily.

He gulps and does just that.

You can feel the curves of his tip rubbing over your clit. He focuses really hard on figuring out a pattern you like, and goes at it until you're arching your body against him.

He doesn't stop until you cum again. "C-can I cum on you? Is that okay?" he asks. His cheeks are so pink, he's so breathless and uncomposed it's cute.

"Mhm, go ahead, pretty boy, cum anywhere you want." You tell him, and he melts hearing you give him that permission.

He lets out a high-pitched cry that's just too cute, you have to refrain from giggling. He almost sounds like a cat.

His creamy release shoots out all over your pussy and thighs. He has to pull back and watch in awe, mouth erotically agape and lungs exhaustedly panting, as his cum drips down your skin. It's way better than any of his daydreams.

"D-did I do okay?" He asks breathlessly.

"You did really good, Armin, really good." You tell him, and he's so happy to hear that. He has a small proud smile on his face.

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i-wish-this-was-me · 4 months

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Favorite fics part.4

4. Pierre Gasly:

Twelve factures (fluff)

Something full (+CL) (Smut)

Love yourself (+CL) (smut)

Riding shotgun (+CL) Part.1; Part.2 (smut)

Buzzing date (smut)

Paris (smut)

Keeping count (smut)

Cocoa (fluff at start, smut at end)

Mafia!Pierre kidnapping the reader then falling in love with her (fluff)

These hugs of yours (fluff)

Tell a soul (fluff)

Velvet bomb (fluff, kinda angst end)

Babysitting (fluff)

French civil war (fluff)

16. Jenson Button:

No such thing as I can't (+SV) (smut)

Reader reading spicy books (smut)

Jenson is your boss (smut)

Something devoured (smut)

Innocent mind (smut)

Something wagered (+SV) (smut)

Darling (smut)

Morning rush (suggestive)

Sugar daddy (fluff)

Be your wingman (fluff)

Ugly Christmas sweater (fluff)

Mafia!Jenson (fluff?)

Just one date (fluff)

Pain meds (fluff)

Clothes (fluff)

Coming home drunk (+JB) (fluff)

17. Toto Wolff:

Something desired (smut)

Sleeping on his back (fluff)

18. Mark Webber:

Swimming (smut)

Something reunited (+SV) (smut)

Christmas music (fluff)

19. Fernando Alonso

Something spoiled (smut)

Your pick (smut)

What a memorable N.Y.E (+GR) (smut)

After you (smut)

Reader getting jealous (suggestive)

Drunk calls (fluff)

Coming home drunk (+JB) (fluff)

20. Yuki Tsunoda:

God knows I'm tired (fluff)

21. Logan Sargeant:

954. (smut)

Sandy Christmas (smut)

I need you (smut)

Punishment (smut)

Summer in the 305 (fluff)

My one and only (fluff)

From the garage to the hotel (fluff)

Viva las Vegas (fluff)

Beautiful (fluff)

Not alone (fluff)

Cuddles (fluff)

It's just platonic (fluff)

Mr all american (fluff)

Baby, is cold outside (fluff)

Back and forth (fluff)

Flowers (fluff)

Married? He's like 12 (fluff)

When I look at you (fluff)

22. Liam Lawson:

And they were roommates (smut)

Him teasing reader (smut)

You drive me insane (smut and other stuff)

The man with the hex (fluff, suggestive)

Tickle attack (fluff)

Reader playing with his hair (fluff)

Good, now sleep (fluff)

Too late (fluff)

23. Clement Novalak:

Brother's best friend (suggestive)

Devil in disguise (fluff)

24. Paul Aron:

Only one bed (fluff)

Crash into me (fluff)

Sweet 20 (fluff)

MASTERLIST

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clgzb · 9 months

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flashing tw/flashing lights

#cl #cledit #clgifs #nelyeg #ksoloedit #ksoloists #femaleidolsgifs #flashing lights #flashing tw #alpha #spicy

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valeskafics · 1 year

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“What Are You Doing, Stepbro?” - Chapter Eighteen (Aegon, Aemond, Jace x Reader)

Summary: Your mall day continues, followed by a fun little workout session.

TW: profanity, innuendo, sexual situations, reader BEING AN OBLIVIOUS MORON, Aegon/Aemond/Jace perving, spicy pictures being sent

Word Count: 2,303 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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“Are you sure she said Victoria’s Secret?”

“Yeah, baby girl, I’m sure.”

You frown, “I just don’t get it. Why are we going to Victoria’s Secret? We got our dresses… It doesn’t make sense.”

Aegon has to bite back a laugh at your confusion, “Baby, it’s just to get some matching underwear for your dresses-”

“But I have tons of underwear-”

Aegon presses a finger to your lips, smiling at you in amusement, “Y/N, just relax.”

You pout, “Fine. I still think it’s dumb.”

You and Aegon pass by Spencer’s Gifts and your mind travels back to the other morning when Aegon bought you your toys… That you still haven’t had the chance to use. Your cheeks flush slightly and you bite your lip at the memory. Aegon seems to notice that something’s up with you and he looks in the direction you’re looking. He starts laughing to himself.

“Don’t worry, baby doll. We’ll get around to teaching you how to use your little toys soon enough.”

You give him an embarrassed look before stomping into Victoria’s Secret, feeling mildly annoyed at his teasing. He laughs and follows after you.

“Gods, you’re so fucking cute, Y/N,” he teases, kissing you on the temple as you walk in the store.

You see Jo and Helaena standing over in the PINK section and you run over to join them.

Jo whispers to you, “What took you so long? Y’all fuck in the dressing room or something?”

You’re quiet enough so that Helaena doesn’t hear you as you respond, “Or something.”

Jo’s jaw drops, “Nah, are you being for real right now? I need details!”

You gesture toward Helaena, “You give me details first!”

“No, you!”

Helaena bounds over to the two of you, “Guys, the stuff here is cute, but I don’t think cute is what you’re going for when it comes to lingerie for a school dance. Let’s go into the main store.”

You nod along with Jo. Jo is just extremely busy checking Helaena out in her sunflower print shorts.

You elbow her, “Stop staring, you look like a creep.”

“Hey!”

“You look like that French skunk from Looney Tunes, what was his name”

“Y/N, I fuckin’ swear-”

“Pepe Le Pew,” Aegon says, popping up between the two of you, tossing a lazy arm around each of you, “But yeah, baby girl, I see it.”

Jo gives Aegon the stink eye, “Watch yourself, kid.”

You and Aegon glance at each other and burst into giggles. Aemond is standing with Helaena, both of them looking a bit sad. Helaena seems to be trying to talk to him about something and as you get closer, you learn that she’s talking to him about one of the dogs at the shelter, who is about to be put down.

“I’ll adopt her!”

You turn and look at Jo and mumble, “Don’t you hate dogs?”

“Shut. Up.”

Helaena visibly brightens at Jo’s words, “Oh my gods, Jo, are you serious? You are such an angel!”

Jo smiles, uncharacteristically shy. You literally have to hold back your laughter because who is this and what has this stranger done with your best friend? Helaena and Jo actually end up leaving together right then and there because the dog was scheduled to be put down in just a few hours.

And so, you’re left with Aegon and Aemond. In Victoria’s Secret. Shopping for Lingerie. For your school dance. With Jace. Your best friend.

Life’s funny, isn’t it?

Aemond decides to take the lead since Aegon is too busy giggling and picking up some of the more risqué pieces. For such a ladies man, Aegon really acts like a horny teenager sometimes.

Aemond gently takes you by the hand and leads you over to a rack with a few slightly less raunchy sets. He picks up one white one that catches his eye.

“I think you’d look incredible in this, kitten.”

You feel entirely embarrassed at him using the nickname in public, especially since you think you see the salesperson giving you a very judgmental look. You might just be paranoid, but still.

“I dunno, Aemy, white seems so… Boring.” Aegon grins, walking up and standing on your other side, resting his chin on top of your head.

How he manages to be your stepbrother who you’re extremely attracted to while also being as annoying as an actual brother actually blows your mind.

Aemond rolls his eye at Aegon before turning to you, “What color would you like, sweet girl?”

You think for a moment before answering, “Well… My dress is pink.”

Aegon grabs a pair and hands it to you, “What do you think of this one, baby?”

You look at it and it’s actually… Very cute? But also very sexy?

You start heading to the cash register to pay, but Aemond and Aegon grin at each other and shake their heads.

“You should try it on first, sweetheart,” Aemond coos, pushing you toward the dressing room.

You look at the two of them, “Um, okay… That makes sense, I guess…”

You miss the look they exchange as you disappear into the changing room. You try on the set and, okay… You look incredible. You are genuinely surprised at how sexy the set makes you look and feel. It’s like that first thirty seconds of “Gimme a Man After Midnight” by ABBA. That is how you’re feeling when you look in the mirror.

You think to yourself for a minute before doing something you’ve never done in your entire life. You open your phone, take a picture of yourself, and text it to Jace.

Y/N: Hey, Jacey, I miss you. Went shopping for my winter formal outfit and found this to wear with it :)

Jace replies within a minute.

Jace: I… I… I think I just died…

Jace: Babe, you look fucking incredible

Jace: You’re like a fucking goddess… Wow… I can’t believe you just sent me that… I’m actually very honored right now lol. But seriously… You look unbelievable.

You smile to yourself and text him back when you hear Aegon, “Baby… Are we gonna get to see what we picked?”

You look at yourself and suddenly, you’re hit with a boost of confidence. Yeah. You’re gonna let Aegon and Aemond see how gorgeous you look. You open the curtain to the VIP changing area and step out. Aemond is the first to see you. His eye widens.

“You look… Lovely, Y/N. Simply gorgeous.”

You feel your entire body blush under the heat of his gaze but you keep up the pretense of being fearless. You glance at Aegon who’s leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands resting near his mouth.

“Fucking amazing, Princess.”

“Give us a little twirl, kitten.”

You do as Aemond says. And if you weren’t feeling high on yourself before? That little groan Aegon just let out definitely did the job.

“I think I’ll go with this one.”

Your stepbrothers agree with you. You head back into the changing room, getting back into the clothes you arrived in. When you come out with your shopping tote, they lead you to the register, where you pull out your wallet and pay, despite both of them offering.

The ride home is pleasant and quiet, you stare out the window, watching the familiar streets go by. It’s comfortable.

You get home and Aemond calls out, “Helaena? Johanna?”

Aegon shakes his head, “They’re still at the shelter.”

You frown slightly, texting Jo.

Y/N: Jojo? You ok?

Jo: dude, Helaena invited me back to her apartment so… I think I’m staying here tonight SORRY I LOVE YOU

Y/N: lol, it’s fine. I’m happy for you. Love you too! You should ask her to formal :)

Jo: bruh that’s a great idea omg

You relay Jo’s message to the boys who seem mildly surprised but happy for Helaena.

You head up to your room to leave your shopping and decide to get even more adventurous than before. You quickly place a chair against your bedroom door, retouch your hair and makeup, and get into your new lingerie. You text Jace.

Y/N: are you alone?

Jace: yeah, babe, why?

Y/N: Facetime me.

You lie down on your bed on your stomach, your feet in the air, giving Jace a perfect view of your new pretty pink underwear.

You feel kind of nervous, but the payoff is there when you answer the call and the two of you lock eyes over the phone.

Jace feels his mouth go dry at the sight of you laying on your bed like that, just for him. His eyes go wide, and he knows his pupils must be dilated.

“H-h-h-hi,” he manages to stutter out, sitting on the bed in the guest bedroom at his grandparents’ home, “Holy… I… Um…”

“Hi Jacey,” you smile at him, “I miss you.”

“Fuuuuck,” he lets out a low breath, “I miss you too. So much. Uh, just, you look insanely beautiful right now, you know that, right?” Jace shakes his head, looking a bit like a puppy and making you giggle as his curls shake along with the motion he makes, “Nah, I know you know that. You’re killing me.”

“So, you… Like it?”

“Are you fucking kidding me, babe? I love it,” he bites his lip, still transfixed by the sight of you, “You’re wearing that to the dance?”

You nod, “Too much?”

“No, no, no, it’s perfect. Um,” he blushes a bit, “Do I get to see the dress my gorgeous best friend slash date will be wearing? Aegon texted me that you looked incredible in the one you chose.”

It’s your turn to blush now, “Oh, um, I kinda wanna surprise you if that’s okay.”

Jace nods eagerly, “Totally okay.”

“Well, I’m gonna go but,” you smile at him sweetly, “I love you, Jacey.”

“Love you too, babe.”

You end the call and turn so you’re lying on your back in bed. You look up at the canopy of your bed and sigh, smiling to yourself. Today has been nothing short of amazing.

You change into your sweats and before you know it, there’s a knock at your door. You open it and see Aemond. His hair is up in a bun and he’s wearing a black tee shirt that clings to his torso and gray sweatpants that outline his… Ahem. Endowment.

You can’t help but stare for a second before moving your eyes back up to his, “H-hi, Aemond. What’s up?”

“I was going to work out in your father’s home gym. Wanted to see if you’d like to join me. I’d ask Aegon, but he’s a lazy bastard.”

You giggle before nodding, “Yeah, sure. I’m in my workout clothes anyway.”

Before you and Aemond descend the stairs, you poke your head into Aegon’s room, “Hey, you wanna work out with us?”

“Baby, I’ve never worked out a day in my life and, as adorable as you look in those sweats, I’m not gonna start now.”

You laugh softly and follow Aemond down the stairs. He comments dryly.

“See? Lazy little fucker.”

You get into your dad’s gym and turn on the light. Aemond lets out a low whistle.

“I don’t think I need a gym membership anymore…”

You smile at him and start stretching, “No, probably not.”

He stretches as well before hopping on the treadmill. Seven hells, he looks so good when he’s running, but you decide to try to keep your gaze off of him and on the kettle bell you’re using to do some light weights.

Aemond, wanting to impress you, decides to start off with deadlifting. From what you can tell, it’s over 300 pounds. You stare, impressed, and his ever growing ego gets a huge boost. He gives you one of his classic, infuriatingly charming smirks.

“I have an interesting idea, kitten.”

You look at him, “What is it, Aemond?”

“How much do you weigh?”

You give him a look before telling him your weight, “Why?”

He gets on the bench and pats his lap, “Take a seat, kitten. I’m going to bench press you.”

You’re shocked for a moment. But should you be? It’s Aemond.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared, kitten, I won’t drop you,” he teases, a bit of a snarky edge to his voice.

He’s bating you into it.

You walk over slowly and sit on his lap.

“That’s my good girl.”

You feel a thrill go up your spine at his praise. Like it always does. Then, the next thing you know, he’s lifting you in the air, one hand on your back, one right below your ass. You let out a sharp exhale, making him chuckle.

“I think I should use you instead of the weights each time, my sweet little kitten. Those little noises you’re making are adorable.”

He finally sets you down after doing 5 reps, realizing you’re tensing up a bit. You sit on his lap and he sits up, looking at you.

“You did so well, sweet girl, big brother wants to give you a reward.”

He kisses you gently, but it soon changes into something a bit more intense as he grips your hips. He moves you so that you’re straddling him, one of his hands gripping the flesh of your ass while the other tugs at your ponytail slightly. You whimper into his mouth, making him grin. When he finally breaks away from you, he looks at you for a long moment.

“I’m very glad I met you, Y/N.”

It’s not in Aemond’s nature to be this way with most people… This sweet. This tender. But for him, it comes naturally with you.

You beam back at him, “Me too, Aemond.”

And he pulls you in for another kiss.

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