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visionsofmagic · 6 months

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— favorite place to kiss on your body. ✷ mk1 edition.

KISS.

— a fluffy drabble. a bit spicy, use of y/n, no specification of the gender, kissing, teasing, all fluff! enjoy! [main mast.]

tomas, kuai liang, raiden, kung lao, syzoth, liu kang, bi han, kenshi, johnny cage

TOMAS. he can’t choose, he shouldn’t! he thinks every part of your body is a top tier, and deserves their own attention. he likes you from head to toe. but if he has to choose a specific one, he would choose your neck - because it always amuses him seeing you getting a bit shy at the proximity between you and him when he kneels lower, putting soft and wet kissing down on your neck, his scent leaves its marks on you as well as yours that appears on him - it feels so delicate when he grips you from the waist so that he can kiss your neck, and moving to your shoulders from there.

“oh baby, you’re making me weak by offering yourself to me like this. pretty. my pretty.”

KUAI LIANG. the man knows it will be disrespectful to choose a part of your body over others because he is down bad for you entirely. but when you insist, he will think about it for a while to decide even when you ask him it’s not that hard. he will say he can’t separate before finally telling it is inside your palm. it radiates a warmness into his core that he has never felt on his own or from anyone else. it is the warmness that makes him weak with the love he has for you, so he can never hold himself back from putting kisses onto your palms every moment he has the chance to. he will close his eyes while doing so, getting lost in the feeling.

“my love, you’re so beautiful that I want to be burn within it.”

RAIDEN. he’s not sure why you ask him the question because he is confused about whether he can’t show the love and affection you deserve by kissing every part of your body trying to use his gestures and words to make you understand how he has fallen for you. when you say you are just curious, he spends his days thinking about it. then, he decides that he loves kissing your fingers one by one, constantly, feeling so good while doing so because it feels like he can show the gentle love he has for you through the action.

“my beloved, I will never get tired of kissing your fingers, playing with them gently. I believe it’s your fingers where I am on my knees for whenever I kiss them.”

KUNG LAO. teases you about it, yet having a bit of redness on his face as he answers your question after a pause and scratching his neck; he chuckles and says how he finds your cheeks so cute. he says he likes to cup them, caresses them, play with them - everything. he is amazed how they curl up when you smile. he is happy when you’re happy, so, he chooses your cheeks as the most favorite one. he even kisses them while answering, palms on them, squeezing.

“you look so cute right now that I can die because of it! oh, baby, you’re so precious!”

SYZOTH. he spends his entire week thinking about it, kissing every part of your body while doing so because how he can decide which place is the most kissable one if he doesn’t experience it? he is gentle, so gentle that he thinks it will be unfair to choose a place over others, yet, there is one - the one which makes syzoth burry himself into your body and kiss there until his last breaths; your inner thighs. the man is on his knees whenever he has the chance to and since that’s the case, he never lets it go until he puts a few, sometimes more, kisses on your inner thighs. they’re so soft under his lips.

“my beloved, I can spend the rest of my life kneeling before you and kissing you from here to all of your body. I worship you, and the pretty body you have.”

LIU KANG. he lectures you about how the question is hard to answer, how he can’t understand the point of it because clearly, the god of fire loves every part of your delicate yet powerful body; definition of perfection to him. he doesn’t reply, not before he spends his alone time to think as he watches you from away, studying to choose - he finds himself looking too much and when he lets it go, he discovers a truth - truth about the fact that he always begins to kiss you by the lips - cold, warm, wounded, well, or bitter; it doesn’t matter, he can kiss your lips day and night, tasting the most pleasant sweetness out of it.

“oh, y/n, my y/n. you have the beauty that will make a god like me drop on his knees. but I will do it without a second thought if it’s meant for kissing your sweetness through these pretty lips.”

BI HAN. he literally scoffs, asking what a ridiculous question is that the moment he hears your words. arms folded, furrowing, he looks at you from above, lecturing you not to ask any further questions like this one, yet, he can’t hold himself back from answering it through his actions rather than simply saying it aloud because the man believes only showing it firsthand will make you realize how he likes kissing you on the forehead the most - it feels a kind of connection between you and him, a gentle gesture contrast to his manners. for you, only you, he’s soft, loving, and caring.

“don’t ask ridiculous questions anymore, y/n. focus on what I do, where I kiss the most if you wonder. huh, stupid pretty.”

KENSHI. he is the type of guy who carves for physical touch - especially after the incident with his eyes, he’s more open to touch or being touched by you. the man puts his hands on the places he will kiss afterward, then, closes the gap between your bodies and smelling your scent as he puts kisses on you. he smirks when he hears the question though, not quite sure where it will go but answers anyway. his fingers pat your neck as he hugs you from behind, hands finding your abdomen as he whispers into your ears before kissing the back of your neck.

“my love, I have no idea why you ask this but if you’re so curious, I would say here, the place I want to be buried into.”

JOHNNY CAGE. he will laugh until you get furious, slapping his arm, saying how you want him to answer the question no more. he teases you a bit more, then, he finds you so cute that he watches how you try to avoid him. when he is done with the way you act around so sweetly, he joins you on the bed, caging you within his body as he begins to kiss your exposed knees. he says how he likes you entirely, no separating, yet, he adds when he reaches your lips.

“cutie, don’t need to get all furious about it, I love every part of you! but if you insist, I will pick these pretty lips over others because I like the way they taste - delicious!”

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plump-lips-imagine · 1 year

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Hello (◍•ᴗ•◍) u saw that your request were open. Can you write some romantic headcanons of bowser with his s/o, it can be fluffy or spicy whichever you're comfortable with thank you in advance

Alright, Coming up!

Bowser Romantic Headcanons.

Meeting:

You know how dragons like to make hoards of anything that’s shiny, and glimmering, and just want it all to themselves?

That’s the closest thing that Bowser felt after he met you.

Granted, it was pure accident that you met because he accidentally kidnapped you instead. Well, HIS minions made the mistake of kidnapping you.

You were Peach’s Royal Attendant. You were taking care of some of Peach’s documents while she was in a meeting when it happened.

“You ain’t Peach!!” Bowser Growled at you with his claw dangerously close to your face. You gulped nervously at the predicament you were forced into. “N-No Sir, I’m not. I’m just her attendant. Please don’t hurt me”.

He huffs in frustration. He’ll be sure to punish the idiotic minions that make this mistake. But what to do with you? “...You’re not totally useless. I can make this work.” “Huh?”

He was going to use you as a hostage to make Peach agree to marry him. She cares way too much for her people to leave you in danger. It’s the perfect plan!

So that’s how you were trapped in a cage, waiting currently for someone to rescue you as Bowser planned a letter to threaten the Peach with for your Safety.

Welp. With nothing better else to do, you might as well try to make conversation if you’re going to be here for a while.

“So….Got any hobbies?”

Bowser raises an eyebrow at you. “What?”

Safe to say, Bowser was very annoyed at your attempts to make small talk. But he entertained the idea since he was running blank on what to write to the Princess.

Maybe if he decided to talk to you a bit, You’ll eventually stop talking altogether.

And maybe fix this writer’s block.

Neither happens.

You were a chatterbox, and he seemed to lose interest in the letter altogether.

You were genuinely curious about him since you’d only heard about him From Peach.

He was Scary, but you couldn’t help but look at him in interest.

And he….didn’t mind. Actually, the way you looked at him in curiosity when he talked made him a little Bashful. Not many ask a lot about him

No one appreciates his awesomeness in all its glory, so you asking about him kinda…made him want to talk to you too.

Peach is usually silent when he tries to talk to her, so it's nice to talk to someone for a change.

Both of you didn’t realize how late it was until Kamek came to remind him that Dinner was ready.

It was shocking to him he talked to you so much without getting bored and shocked him even more that he didn’t want the conversation to end.

That lasted for about 3 days before Mario and Luigi came to the rescue.

And Of Course, he got his ass handed to him.

Mario grabs your hand as he walks away from the barely conscious Bowser. “Come on-a (Y/N). The Princess was-a so worried about you.” You followed the bros out the front door of his castle, but you turn quickly to look at Bowser. “Bye, Bowser! See you Later!” Bowser lays there as the three of you left, contemplating was you just said. ‘’Later’?...later…..Later.”

There was definitely going to be a Later.

Pre-Relationship:

He starts ‘kidnapping’ more frequently. To the Point where Both his minions and Peach notice it.

“Sire, Why are we taking this Human instead of the Princess? What could the servant provide that we can’t just get from the Princess immediately?” Bowser Glares at the Koopa, and stomps towards them, making the Koopa jump in fear. “Are you questioning me!? I know what I’m doing! We need that servant because she’s more likely to tell us things without a fight! I’m going to use it against this Kingdom when the time is Right!” Translation: I miss this human a lot but couldn’t think of a reasonable way of seeing them again so I kidnap them so they’ll have no choice but to spend time with me, but I won’t admit that to anybody.

Princess Peach runs up to you to inspect your face as Mario and Luigi save you again. “Thank Goodness you're alright! Did that Monster hurt you? I’m so sorry you got dragged into this.” “Princess, I'm Fine, Really. Don’t worry about it. Mario and Luigi saved me so all is good with the world.” Translation: Bowser has no idea how to ask to hang out so I gotta keep up this facade until either I ask him personally to hang out. I had a fun time with him but I don’t want you to freak out at this.

He has obvious favoritism for you.

It’s laughable to even call you a prisoner because you don’t even sit in the cage when he kidnaps you.

He orders his minions to prepare a room for you.

He even made sure they got delicious food sent to your room when supper was ready.

You don’t attempt to run since you enjoy his company and he enjoys yours.

Kamek and the rest of his minions as You and Bowser talk about certain topics walking down the Royal Hallway. Bowser notices this and glares at them. “Is there something you need to say?” He rhetorically asks in a dark tone.” They stop looking and stand guard quickly. Bowser's face softens, looking down back at you. “As you were saying?”

He is also a little touchy with you. He usually has his hand on your back when you talk. Also has you sat on his forearm when he wants you to be closer.

He’s a little touch-starved. He forgets that he has to act like he’s holding you prisoner.

Mario and Luigi came to ‘rescue’ you for the 8th time. It was different today. They defeated his defenses but when they came to the throne room, he wasn’t ready for them to come. He was asleep. He was on his some curled up in a sleeping position and there you were, next to his face as he held you down with his arm, pulling you close to him.

The Mario Bros stare at yall in shock. You shush them when you spot them and waved them over quietly. They come and you carefully wiggle out of Bowser’s Grasp. “Let’s go.” You whisper quietly. They nod and head out the front. You take a piece of paper and leave a note. I’ll be coming over next week, You don’t have to pick me up anymore. - (Y/N).

You tuck the note under his hand, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, leaving before he woke up. He smiles in his sleep.

Post-Relationship

Congratulations! You have the Koopa King’s Heart in your Hands now.

Achievement unlocked: Bowser will now kill for you.

But yeah, if you thought he was sweet before. Get ready for that time 3.

He just wants to make you happy and bathe you in riches.

Are you hungry? He gets the minions to make a 5-star gourmet dish just to your liking.

Thirsty? He will bring you a gold chalice embedded with shining jewels.

Is it too hot? Minions! Fan my lover and get them the coldest water we got!

Enemy needs to be wiped out? Say the word and he will bring them to your knees begging for mercy.

Calls you Starlight and Firefly because of how you brighten the room. Along with nicknames like Honey, and Sweetheart.

Also, be prepared for him to be right under you or more like you very close to him

He will pick you up in his hands just because. No reason. He just wants to hold you and keep you close.

He is very gentle when he has you in his hand. It makes you feel safe when he wraps his fingers around you lovingly. Claws never tearing your clothes or breaking the skin. You are treated as fragile as precious glass art.

He still has this urge to just pinch your cheeks and squeeze you a bit. You’re just too cute for your own. (Even when you’re doing absolutely nothing.)

Have you sitting on his lap when he’s sitting on his throne until yours is done being built.

Please kiss is on his snoot. He will melt at the affection with hearts in his eyes.

Please kiss him more. He craves it. He will wag his tail when you do.

You know how possessive and protective Dragons get with their treasure. Be prepared for that.

He will be so stubborn when you have to go to the Peach’s castle and try to get you to stay longer.

Do you have to go so soon? It’s early. Why don’t you stay another hour…or 2. Or you can’t wait till tomorrow? Or next week? Next Month? Next Year?

He has to fight this instinct to just grab you and keep him under him so that he can keep you all to himself.

…He only controls it 3 times out of 10.

Literally has you cuddled up under him in your shared bedroom because he doesn’t even want to share you with the Princess. You were a little annoyed.

He gives you his best puppy dog eyes to make you less angry. You can’t stay mad at that face.

Fine, But You’re going in the next hour.

He lets out a content purr as you settled into him.

He literally loves you so much. He hopes you stay forever.

He is so ready to ask for your hand in marriage.

He hopes you say yes.

#i think i over did it. hope you like it though.#bowser x reader #bowser #reader #bowser x y/n #super mario #smb x reader #im on a roll #my eyes are twitching #ya like jazz #my fingers are to big for my phone.#Curse my sasuage fingers!!

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scekrex · 2 months

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Sooooo, about that idea 😂😂 I'm sure you already know where this is going 👀👀

Adam and reader casually talking about something and they get to the subject of being together somehow even after death, how it would or should go if either of them dies and reader just goes: "Well, I definitely wouldn't move on if you died (Oup-). I don't think I would be able to... " and Adam just looks at him with a bewildered look and goes: "Fuck you mean 'If I died you wouldn't move on'??YOU'RE MY HUSBAND, IF I'M DYING, YOU'RE DYING. WITH. ME. AIN'T NO CHOICE! WE ARE MARRIEEEEED, WE GON' DO EVERYTHING TOGETHER AND IF THAT INVOLVES DYING THEN SO HELP ME HOLY FATHER, YOUR SPICY ASS IS GOING WITH ME". Originally I thought about the reader to say all of that, but then I just thought: No, hold on, that's such an Adam thing to say 😂😂

I swear Adam's so full of himself he'd simply be offended that reader's first intention wasn't "We're ride or die babe, if you die, I die with you" lmao

Baby we could be Bonnie & Clyde

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, talking about death, slightly cracky

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“What’s up, buttercup,” Adam hummed as he sat down next to you on the bed. The thoughts of the upcoming extermination weren't sitting right with you, it was really nothing more than a gut feeling but something told you that Adam and you should skip extermination day this year. And maybe that was part of the reason why you've been so quiet all day, maybe not, who knew.

Well, Adam seemed to at least know that something was bothering you.

You rested your head against his upper arm and sighed, maybe talking would get it off your chest for a moment, talking to Adam about the things that bothered you often helped. “I wanna skip extermination this year,” you started, you weren't able to look at your husband, not that you were afraid of his reaction but you knew how much that day meant to him as the leader of the exorcists. “Why?” was all the brunette asked as his wing softly wrapped itself around your back, the tip of his feathers were therefore resting on your thighs, not that you minded.

Yeah, why was a damn good question. Because of some stupid fucking gut feeling wasn't exactly the answer you wanted to give but it was all you had that came close to a reason so you said that. Adam remained silent for a moment, he seemed to be genuinely thinking about a response. “I get it,” he then mumbled and that made you peek up to him with curious eyes. You wouldn't have thought he did, or maybe he just said it to ease your mind a little. “Before my first extermination I was so fucking nervous,” the first man continued with a soft chuckle rumbling through his body and his arm came up to softly caress your shoulder, “I mean every time we go down there my life's on the line, and not just fucking mine but the lives of my chicks too.” Yeah, you assumed he was right. “I mean, it's not like these demon bitches would fight back or shit, but, y’know, they could, so what if they quit being fucking bitches and hurt my ladies? They're not going to, but they fucking could and-” he paused for a moment, took a deep breath as his eyes focused on the wall across the bed, “and that's fucking scary.”

Had Adam just admitted that he was scared of something? That he was scared of the demons in hell fighting back? It seemed that way. “I don't think I'd be able to move on if they'd kill ya,” your voice was quiet, shaking and far from sounding stable. Adam's eyes moved from the wall to you, an offended look in them, “The fuck you mean ‘you wouldn't be able to move on?” You backed off a little in order to look at him properly, “Y’know, I don't think I'd be able to ever be happy again.”

The first man grabbed your shoulders and shook you lightly, playfully, yet his eyes were dead serious when he spoke, “You’re my fucking husband, if I die you're dying with me, ain't no fucking choice.” You frowned a little at his words, but now that you thought about it dying with him sounded better than grieving his death for all of eternity. Your wing nudged his shoulder playfully and you replied, “Yeah well, that offer wasn't on the fucking table.” That caused a grin to erupt on his face and he pressed your upper body backwards until your back was flush against the mattress, “Yeah well, fuck whatever offer’s on the table and what's not, we're fucking married bitch.” His face came close to yours as he leaned down and for a brief moment you thought he was going to steal a kiss from you, but then his lips moved to your nape instead, “We’re gonna do everything together and if that involves dying, then holy father help me, your spicy ass is coming with me and if I have to drag you with me personally,” he paused to press a kiss to your jaw, his teeth softly scraping against your skin before he continued, “Then fuck, I fucking will, you got that?”

A laughter bubbled up from your chest at that and you grabbed onto his shoulders to flip you both over, now you were on top of him, “When the fuck did I sign up for a double homicide, huh?” He grinned up at you from below as his hands slid down your sides to come rest on your hips, “When you signed the fucking papers to marry me, slipped in a little contract that said your ass belongs to me and that you have to fucking die with me.” You pretended to punch his chest as you chuckled, “Fuck you, bitch.” Adam's grin only widened at that as he cheekily shot back a, “Do it yourself, you fucking coward.”

If he was inviting you so nicely, who were you to reject?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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you-know-honey · 7 months

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The L rule

Part 1/2

Sodo/Dewdrop x f!reader

Summary: You know what they say about short boys...

Word Count: 1930

Note: bad english, the L rule is something that until now I have only heard in Latin America but if you are from other countries and have heard it, comment :).

"Yeah!" You squealed excitedly at your phone, you were in Aurora's room where a girls' night out and Swiss was taking place. Aurora had begged to be let in and well…no one can resist that smile too much and a blackmail of candys that Swiss had brought with him.

As a fun act in your pajamas, you had been logging into internet forums about yourselves, looking at fan edits, and overacting fanfic scenes, plus of course a LOT of Reddit gossip, and now you were trying to get into a group of theories about the band by idea of Swiss. You offered to take care of searching the forums, but the WiFi signal in the ministry is terrible, especially in the ghoul area, so you were lying on the ceiling of Aurora's closet, with the ceiling of the room at few centimeters from you, while the page loaded.

"I'm sorry Rain, I can't be with you" Cumulus posed as Sodo in a fanfic about him and Rain, the performance fell into ridiculousness and that was the funny thing "I am a fire demon, you are water, we are opposites, destined to never be together." He flopped onto the pillow fort.

"Love can do everything Sodo!" Cirrus responded with the same drama. They both read the lines from their cell phones. "Let me love you" Cirrus dramatized, dropping onto Cumulus in the fort and ending his excellent play amid laughter from everyone present.

"I almost cried," Swiss exaggerated while applauding as if he had seen the pinnacle of theater drama.

"Stay still!" Aurora scolded the ghoul and pulled her left hand back in, trying to finish polishing her nails.

The night was more than perfect, even though it was a 'girls' sleepover, the idea of the masks and manicure had been Swiss's idea, he had really committed herself to making sure everyone had a good time. They had eaten popcorn, pizza and done spicy food challenges, challenges that Cumulus had won.

"Girls, enter the forum" you said as you slide out of the prison between the closet and the ceiling, Swiss made space for you next to him as he waved his hands to dry the polish.

"Let's get this started!" Cirrus said, excited to hear the fans' crazy ideas.

They avoided all theories that had to do with Papa Tenzo since it was a nostalgic topic, it was funny how many tried to guess Montain's height, he had made edits about Swiss promoting toothpastes, or about Rain being a kawaii girl.

"Wait! See" Aurora pointed out on the screen.

Test Who is your Ghost Soulmate ¡Click Here!

Without asking permission Aurora clicked, they were stupid questions like: What is your favorite food? What is your favorite instrument? What is your favorite color? Favorite Ghost song? Etc.

The results were curious to say the least.

Cumulus result was Mountain and she seemed to blush a little as she sank into the pillows. Something that you guys didn't waste and joked about.

Cirrus was paired with herself, and in an exaggerated way she went for a hand mirror from among Aurora's makeup and kissed her reflection, definitely nothing better than being your own love of your life.

Aurora and Swiss's turns were fun, they both appeared as the love of each other's lives, they looked at each other and burst into laughter. Swiss put her arm around Aurora's shoulders. "Maybe in another life, dear" she said in a diva tone as she laughed and Aurora agreed.

When it was your turn everyone was curious, you completed the questions and waited a few seconds before the pixels showed an image of Sodo on the screen with a brief description of why he would be your soulmate:

'A wild boy who will get you out of any boredom✨, his hands work magic🔥, his name says it all.🥴 All good girls die for a bad boy like Sodo. You already know the L rule 😏'

You laughed nervously as you shook your head, there was no way the gremlin was your ideal soulmate "No, never that" you said between nervous laughs but the others only gave each other knowing looks, perhaps your insistence on denying everything ended up confirming it. “Come on guys, it’s just a silly test,” you tried to ignore him.

You and Sodo weren't very close, but on the part of the ghoul who always seemed to want to be away from you, you had even felt that being close to him drained his energy and you weren't really looking for that. So if Sodo was in the room you practically became part of the furniture and in the few times they had to interact you were always too stiff to be natural while you stammered vague responses or ran away from the room, leaving the ghoul somewhat bewildered. The group had interpreted those things as 'romantic advances' and if they were like that they would be the most pathetic romantic advances in the world.

"Stop guys, seriously, it's not funny. It's fake." It was actually funny, if you weren't the victim you would joke just like they do now.

"Of course it's funny, just look at you, if it weren't real, your cheeks wouldn't be as red as tomatoes" Cumulus took the opportunity to say.

"You blushed too!" You replied, you weren't expecting that attack from Cumulus.

"At least I can admit that Mountain is cute!" Cumulus said. Low blow for you.

You wouldn't deny that Sodo was cute, it was an opinion that you and millions of others shared, even in his demonic form, you had always thought that there was no way Sodo wouldn't look attractive. But he had to stay alone in your thoughts.

"One way or the other!" You raised your arms in a sign of peace. “Also, what the hell does the L rule mean?”

"I don't know" Aurora answered, looking at the others for answers but both Cumulus and Cirrus raised and dropped their shoulders.

"No idea girls" Cirrus said.

A small, almost imperceptible laugh escaped Swiss's lips and like owls they all turned towards him, smiling maliciously at each other.

"You know what it is, right Swiss?" Cumulus approached him with a tender puppy look.

"I won't tell them," he replied, but there was a small crack of weakness in his voice. If they pressed harder he would speak.

"But we invited you to our girls' night" Cirrus pouted and crossed her arms childishly, something very cute and she knew it.

"It's a boy thing" He responded, crossing his legs looking at the ceiling to avoid falling into the manipulative tenderness of the ghoulette.

"But you said you were one of us. We girls tell each other everything" you said in the sweetest tone you had, one that worked very well with Rain or Phantom. You leaned on her shoulder like a cat to be closer to her ear.

If an outsider saw the scene they would think it was some kind of satanic harem and not a group of girls trying to convince their dear friend to betray their gender and tell them the secret.

"If it's not the good way, it's the bad way." Aurora pretended to roll up the sleeves of her pajamas. "Girls, hold it down."

With evil smiles they all understood the plan, Cumulus and Cirrus held the legs and you held their wrists. Swiss writhed like a snake but it was impossible for him to get free.

"It's not okay! It's cheating!" he screamed as he tried to get away, laughter escaping him.

"Come on Y/N, you wouldn't do this to your good friend" he begged you with his cute smile.

"Sorry Swiss, curiosity first. Give it Aurora!" Swiss opened her mouth to say something but Aurora rushed over her stomach, beginning the torture.

Aurora's hands ran over the most sensitive areas of Swiss's body, causing him to tickle and laugh loudly and uncontrollably, as well as broken pleas for them to stop. The scene made the girls laugh.

"Confess!" You yelled at him between laughs.

"No," he replied. "It's a boy thing," Swiss gasped as he tried to take a breath, his chest rising and falling violently, tears beginning to escape from his eyes and roll down to his neck.

"We can do this all night!" Aurora hummed and she wasn't lying.

"I…" I gasp "Fuck it…Fine!" He gasped again but louder, "I will confess!" the tickling stopped abruptly letting him breathe properly after some endless minutes.

"Okay" Aurora stayed on him for a few seconds waiting for some sign of a lie but it wasn't like that. She raised her hands in peace and moved away from her stomach. You and the girls let it out too. Swiss wiped away his tears and took some time to get back to normal.

He stood up and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from Aurora's nightstand before sitting back down on the cushions and scribbling a few things down. She ended up showing them an L on the paper, next to the vertical line she had written the letter 'B' and under the small horizontal line the letter 'D'.

"Any idea?" Swiss asked and the four shook their heads, Swiss sighed.

"What does 'D' mean?" you asked innocently.

Swiss smiled mischievously "This" he pointed to his own crotch.

You looked at his crotch for a few seconds before understanding, the blood went to your cheeks at a fantastic speed and you covered your face embarrassed to let your gaze go to the area of Swiss's body and everyone's eyes widened in surprise when they understood. They didn't need to look to understand.

"So if I have the page vertically and the B refers to the boy and the D refers to his… 'little friend', it means that the taller the boy, the smaller his 'D' will be, do you understand?" I explain Swiss as if it were a university class.

"But Sodo isn't that tall, the rule doesn't make sense then" Cumulus was the least uncomfortable of all, Aurora had a nervous smile, you and Cirrus covered half of your faces with a cushion each, absolutely embarrassed.

''Quite the opposite, my dear Cirrus." Swiss turned the page horizontally and changed the place of the 'B' and the 'D'. "As you see, everything changes, now the boy is small so his 'D' will be bigger."

If it could still be possible, your cheeks took on an even redder color. The girls let out a group "Ohhhh…" as Swiss threw the piece of paper against the door.

"Happy with the answer?" Swiss asked, crossing his arms, proud of his explanation. "I hope this betrayal of my gender merits some reward." She looked at her nails with feigned disinterest, before Aurora handed her a handful of candy.

"I was expecting something funnier, but it's okay," you said as you looked out the window, hoping that your blush would stop and that no one would notice.

"Forget it, let's do something interesting now" Swiss said, returning to the fun of a sleepover.

Swiss had finished singing 'London Boy' by Taylor Swift and had even tied the sheet of Aurora's bed around her waist as an elegant dress. You regretted not being able to record that moment. Now it was your turn. You spun the little spinner on the screen of Swiss's phone, it spun for a few seconds and stopped on 'I Love It' by Icona Pop. Your eyes sparkled with excitement.

A long night of talented divas was coming.

I hope you like it, I plan to write some "short" stories to cover my obsession with the band while I continue writing the fanfic.

#sodo ghoul x reader #sodo x reader #per sodomizer eriksson #sodomizer ghoul #nameless ghost #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #namelessghoulettes

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chainelunaire · 1 year

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what kind of a ghost they would be pt. 3

pt1 pt2

albedo

the curious one. you’ll notice him very soon, since he’s so nosy and so interested you. you did not expect to meet any ghosts in you new apartment, yet here he is. he’ll intoduce himself in the most gentle manner, you probably won’t be scared of him. he looks like the most polite ghost you’ve met, and he’s the only ghost you’ve met. he’s very interested in the fact that you’re actually seeing him, since no one before you could do that, let alone hold his hand. he’ll spend a lot of his time near you, asking his questions and answering yours. you had learnt that he was a scientist, years ago. you assume he’s centuries old, because of the way he speaks. he told you that he did his research about past life and he doesn’t know when it comes, but for now he’s still there. you become friends fairly soon, because of how friendly and curious he is. actually, he really enjoys talking, since he had not had a single conversation in years, because he is, well, a ghost, so now he’s literally drowning you with information he can’t wait to share. to be honest, some parts of this information may sound quite disturbing to you, but you’ll make nothing of it. albedo is so nice, it probably doesn’t mean anything serious. he has his quirks, for example he likes watching you sleep, and it creepes you out, but he’s just like that. there’s a lot of things actually that creep you out, but you assume it’s because he was kind of all alone for years. he’s naturally curious. after some time he starts to make some remarks about how he did not expact this and that from you. you’re so interesting, he wants to know more. he needs to know what you’d do in certain situations. that’s what you need to remember: he likes to observe. he had spent years searching for missing info, he needed that to finish his research, and now, somehow, there’s a person who he can talk to. he’s always, always observing you. he, sure, won’t let you forget that.

xiao

the quiet one. actually, you won’t notice him. there’s just a feeling of somebody else’s presence, which of course, scares you, but soon you’ll feel better. he has no intentions of interacting with you, it just happens. it’s very small things that he does: putting your dishes in place when you forget, watering your plants, adding the exact amount of sugar cubes in your coffee, whe you forget to do so. he does this just because he can and there’s nothing to do in the afterlife really. he already thinks that this - him being a ghost no one can see - is a punishment for his sins. at first you feel like you going insane, noticing thing that you definitely did not do, yet they’re always done for you. plus constant feeling of somebody’s presense - you soon realise that someone really lives with you here, and this someone certainly doesn’t want to hurt you. so you create a sort of an altar, out of gratitude. you put a lot of snacks here: spicy, savoury, yet you notice that the sweet ones are the only ones that disappear. xiao doesn’t really need food, but your actions amuse him, and those sweets remind him of good times. he feels better when he takes them, so he does. he also feels better when he helps you, so he does. you both truly feel warm with one another, even though you have never seen each other. you know someone’s really kind watching over you, and you’re happy to show how grateful you are. every time you feel somebody’s presence near you, you say thank you - and it shatters xiao’s heart, because he rarely actually heard such words. time truly flies like that, with you believing you live here and somebody protects you and guids you, and xiao, who feels lighter, and lighter, and lighter, until one day he’s finally able to push himself from the ground and see, what’s behind the door.

tighnari

the grumpy one. you’ll hear from him a lot even before you meet him in person. it’s always noisy in your new house, and at first you can’t figure out why. you hear somebody’s mumbling and grumbling constantly, and you’re scared a bit, because you think there’s a robber. you’ll meet him at the most random time, so casually it almost scares you more than the whole fact that there’re a ghost in your home. he had lived in this house for far longer than you, it’s His house, yk, so he let’s you know you need to play by his rules. which means you clean the house, you watch over his plants, and he says all of this to you like... like he’s not dead in the first place. he shushes you if you stay late, he teases you if you get bad grades because you were too lazy to study, he truly gets furious and scary if you don’t do your dishes. he will throw books at you if you try to ignore him. he’s very annoying, because he’s always pushing you, but still in a very endearing way. somehow it still fells like you live with a friend of sorts because with time you sure grew fond of each other. he’s very unique even for a ghost. he does not remember why he died and when, but he remembers his friends and family well, that’s why he kept his caring nature. you don’t talk about afterlife, because you personally never thought of it, and he does not tell you everything, yet you know that plae is not where he belongs. he tries to give you everything he can while he’s still here, even though sometimes it comes out as harsh, it’s just that he doesn’t have much time. and he wants the best for you, so he tries to share his knowledge. and even if you complain a lot because of his nagging, you still feel a void in your chest, when one day you can’t find him anywhere in the house. suddenly the house is too quiet, so eventually you move out, unable to bear the constant silence. you’ll miss him a lot.

scaramouche

the lost one. this strange doll you found in your basement - maybe this was the cause of your sleepless nights? you’ve always heard somebody’s crying, a child, probably, yet you’ve never found anyone. and you’re actually right - the doll is the problem, just not in the way you had expected. so now you have a ghost in your house, to top it all. a very annoying one - the one that throws your things around just to piss you off, the one that doesn’t let you sleep, the one that steals your food even though he definitely doesn’t need it. he refuses to tell you his name, so you come up with something equally as annoying as him. few weeks later your house and your mental state is a mess. and you still hear the cries, from time to time. since you see the ghost constantly, you can’t but notice how he usually watches you carefully, as if expecting something from you. he once asks you why you still haven’t moved out. the question in itself is confusing. you thought it was his main goal. he was always so mean to you, and even if he did not directly endangered your life, he still managed to truly make your life here a living hell. but you have nowhere to go, and, frankly, you don’t want to go anywhere. this is your home, however bad it is. he does not believe you at first, and his pranks are getting more and more malicious, until you literally can’t take it anymore and just ask what’s his problem with you, why he so desperately wants you out. little do you know, it’s actually the opposite. he fears loneliness more than anything, he brought his abandonment issues with him even after his death. he had spent so many years alone, with people leaving the second he starts his pranks, because of course he first needs to see if they’re really worth staying, and none of them has passed. he’s afraid he crossed the line this time, so he appologizes for the first time. he’ll finally stop with his mean behaviour, and soon you’ll find out he’s actually quite nice, when he’s not the most terrible person to ever exist. with time you’ll learn how to se right through him, you’ll learn how unintentionally funny he is. and how much he cares about you, even though he denies it. he’ll make meals for you, whe you’re overworked, he’ll help you with cleaning. he complains a lot, but it’s him who sggested it in the first place. he’s pretty clingy too. he can’t leave the house with you, and he’s terrified you won’t come back, so every time you leave the house he waits for you in the front door. sometimes he’ll hide your clothes so you don’t go to work and stay at home with him. it's a long journey for him to finally believe that you won’t go anywhere. you’ll always come back. it took a lot for a doll to finally stop crying.

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mountttmase · 1 year

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The Do-Over - Part Three

Note - another request for part three, a little spicy as promised 😏 also definitely didn’t base the gift part on my boyfriends Christmas present to me this year 😉🥹 feedback is always appreciated and I hope you enjoy. Part one & Part two are linked.

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 6.3k

Warnings - fluff and smut

Low-key was not a word in Masons vocabulary.

You had both decided to keep things under wraps for now until you were both settled, giving you a chance to get yourself into a good routine with each other. The only other person who knew you were seeing each other again was Woody as he seemed to be attached to Masons hip more than you were.

Ava would hound you everyday at work, asking how your first date with him went and was furious at you for being so tight lipped. You’d even had a few texts from Dec wanting the down low as he wasn’t getting anything out of Mason but you both held it all in.

You could trust him to be secretive when it came to others asking questions, it was when you were in public that seemed to be hardest for him. You’d been on a few other dates, more dinners and a few crazy golf or bowling nights and as much as you tried to remain inconspicuous, he couldn’t help but have his hands on you at all times. His lips constantly kissing any part of skin he could access and always whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

‘It’s nearly the weekend. Got any plans with money Mase?’ Ava winked at you from across your desk and you laughed loudly at her words. ‘What? I know he’s not got a game for a few days so he’s got the evening free tomorrow. The both of you think you’re so clever but I know somethings going on’ she pouted and you rolled your eyes playfully.

‘Who says I’ve got plans with anyone tomorrow?’

‘So you can keep me company then?’ She asked and your face faltered for a second. ‘I knew it, I’m your best friend, why can’t you just admit it?’

You did feel bad, she had been rooting for you and Mason more than anyone and you would of loved to have a girl to chat about him with, so you gave into her pouty face and came clear.

‘Fine’ you huffed, and she clapped her hands together like an excited seal. ‘We’ve been seeing each other since a little after new years. We just thought it would be best to keep it low key and not put so much pressure on it, you know? Figure things out for ourselves before everyone finds out’

‘I get that’ she smiled at you sympathetically but you could tell she was over the moon for you. ‘How’s it going?’

‘Really good’ you smiled and she mirrored your smile with her own. ‘He’s grown up a lot, tells me a lot more, like when somethings on his mind he doesn’t shut off and he wants to work through it with me which is really nice’

‘What about the sex? You shagged him yet?’

‘Bloody hell Ava’ you choked, as you both got sent into a fit of giggles.

‘What I’m curious?’ She laughed whilst shrugging her shoulders. ‘You never told me what he was like when you two were together. I’ve known him for a long time and I wanna know if his bedroom abilities are up to scratch’

‘Well from what I remember I definitely had no complaints, but we haven’t gone there yet this time’ you told her. ‘We wanna focus on us as people before we rip each other clothes off’ you laughed and she gave you a knowing smile. ‘I have a question though. Why did you and Mason never get together?’

‘Dec’s a very over protective cousin’ she admitted whilst rolling her eyes ‘told Mason he’d never walk again if he ever touched me. Plus as cute as Mason is, he’s not my type’ Ava was a bit mysterious when it came to boys, never openly admitting who she liked and even though you’d seen her with guys on nights out, you’d never known her be in a proper relationship.

‘What’s your type then?’ You asked her and she rested her head on her hand whilst giving you a far away stare.

‘Ruben Loftus-Cheek’ she breathed and you both erupted into giggles before getting the death stare from a few of your colleagues. She stuck her tongue out at you playfully before carrying on with her work just as you heard your phone ping besides you. Masons name popping up on the screen.

Hello beautiful, I was having a think about to tomorrow and I’ve had an idea. Give me a call when you’re done with work xxx

You text him back, letting him know you would but you were curious about his plans. You had both decided to celebrate Masons birthday towards the end of the month as he had such a packed schedule and it was proving difficult to find a day you could both agree on however thanks to a Sunday game, Mason now had a Friday night free. Once you were on your train home, you pressed Masons number to give him call and he picked up on the third ring.

‘Hello trouble’ he answered, a slight teasing note in his tone but it made you smile.

‘Hello, Mason’

‘How was your day?’

‘Long, but not too bad. How about you?’

‘I won a shootout against Kai today, so I’d say pretty good’ he boasted and you could hear the smile in his words. ‘But I didn’t want you to call me so I could tell you how great I am. I want to speak to you about tomorrow’

‘I’m all ears’ you told him and you heard him get comfortable before starting.

‘Well Woody has managed to trick some poor girl into going out with him so my house is free and we won’t be disturbed. I thought you could come over and I can make you your favourite just like I used to’ he insisted, and you were excited by his words. ‘Just thought it might be nicer than some over priced restaurant under the prying eyes of the public like normal. I want it to be special. So what do you think?’

‘Sounds perfect’ you breathed and you heard him let out a relived sigh on the other end. ‘But it’s supposed to be your birthday Mase, not about me.’

‘How about we think of it like a joint birthday slash one month anniversary’ he laughed and you rolled your eyes playfully. Of course he was trying to make this about you. You carried on chatting until you made it home and he told you he had to go so he could sort some things out but he’d text you later like normal.

The next day was Friday, and you and Ava sat sharing a box of chocolates she had left over from Christmas whilst gossiping about Mason some more. She promised she’d not tell a soul and it felt good to have someone to talk to about him with again. As soon as the clock struck five, you were out the door and ready to race for an earlier train, but the sight outside your office made you stop in your tracks.

Masons car was parked over the road, and you could see him sat looking out. He waved as soon as he saw you and you run across the street to jump into the passenger side door what he’d opened.

‘Firstly, it’s dark out Mason. You don’t need to be wearing sunglasses, you look like a right melon’

‘Excuse me’ he scoffed, sliding them up his nose so they rested on his head. ‘I’m trying to be inconspicuous’

‘Well you make yourself stand out even more’ you laughed as you took them from his head and placed them over your eyes. ‘And secondly, what are you doing here?’

‘Well firstly’ he mocked, reaching behind your seat to produce a bunch of red roses and your heart began to race as the gesture. ‘Happy Friday, beautiful’ he smiled as he sat them in your lap. You lent over your seat and met him in the middle so you could kiss him, holding him by the jaw and stroking his cheek as you hummed into the kiss.

‘Happy Friday, Mase. Thank you, you shouldn’t have’ you told him shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up as he looked at you adoringly.

‘Thought I’d hold off sending them to your office this time, I know how embarrassed you get’ he teased but you laughed along with him as he gave you one final kiss. ‘And secondly, can a man not pick his girl up from work?’ He teased, turning in his seat and starting the ignition. ‘Thought I’d save you from public transport and take you straight to mine’

‘Thank you, Mase. I appreciate it I really do but I wanted to nip home first so I could sort myself out’

‘I can take you home first’ he smiled ‘I’ll just wait in the car and then we can go to mine’ he told you before driving off. Once at yours you quickly changed into a cute strappy black dress that was still comfortable enough for you to sit around in and touched up some of your makeup before grabbing the gift you’d got him and running back down to the car.

Once at his he made you wait by the door, claiming he wanted to check something before racing back to you, an excited smile playing on his face and he grabbed you by the waist.

‘You look gorgeous by the way’ he told you, kissing you softly as he slowly turned to stand behind you, his hands covering your eyes as he gently encouraged you to walk forwards. ‘Just trust me, yeah?’ He laughed as you yelped, grabbing onto his arms as he guided you through his house until you reached where you knew his dining room table was. He softly counted to three before removing his hands and once your eyes had adjusted you let out a soft gasp at the scene in front of you.

The table was set perfectly, candles lit in the middle of the table, silver and blue balloons grazing the ceiling with tea lights scattered about to create a more cozy atmosphere. You’d never seen anything more romantic and you felt you eyes sting as you took in the scene in-front of you.

‘Is it okay?’ He asked, almost timidly, and you pulled back you crash your lips into his. When you eventually pulled away, you both stood their smiling at each other out of breath. ‘I’ll take that as a yes’

‘It’s beautiful, Mason. Thank you I love it. But we’re supposed to be celebrating you and I feel like you’ve done all the hard work.’

‘Well, like I said, it’s a joint celebration’ he winked before leaning down to kiss you again. ‘Foods almost done so why don’t you take a seat and I’ll sort everything out’ he told you whilst pulling out your chair so you could sit.

He returned from the kitchen to top up your glass before bringing in your food in. Your hand sat in his throughout as you chatted over dinner and you sat there feeling like you were in a fairytale, thanking whatever god would listen for bringing Mason back into your life.

After dessert he shooed you off to the sofa whilst he cleared the plates away. You took this time to grab his gift and as he came over to join you, you passed it over to him with a smile.

‘What’s this’ he smiled, taking the wrapped box from your hands and setting it on his lap.

‘Just a little something’ you breathed, before placing your hand over his as he went to unwrap it, halting his movements. ‘Before you look, you’re really hard to buy for’ you told him and you both let out a little laugh. ‘I mean what do you buy the man who has everything? So it’s just a few little silly things and-‘

He cut you off with a kiss and you could feel his smile on your lips before he pulled away. ‘Whatever it is, I’ll love it cause it’s from you’ he told you before you removed your hand so he could tear the paper off.

Inside were all of Masons favourite sweets with cute little handwritten notes you attached with a pin about each one. You’re as cute as a button pinned to a bag of chocolate buttons, I chews you on a packet of chewits and life without you was unBEARable attached to a huge bag of gummy bears among some other random bits and bobs. He laughed as he read through all of them before his eyes met yours and the look he was giving you made you blush.

‘I know it’s silly, but I remember you used to like to sneak snacks in your bag for away games so I thought I’d help you stock up’ you laughed and he lent over to kiss your forehead.

‘These are coming with me tomorrow’ he winked before pulling you into his lap. ‘Thank you baby’ he whispered against you lips before kissing you deeply, running his hands over your thighs as you clung to his shoulders. He pulled away and you both sat there with flushed cheeks whilst smiling before he gently moved you off him to grab a small box off the coffee table that you hadn’t seen. ‘Now it’s your turn’

‘My turn? What you on about? What’s this?’ You asked as he passed the the small box.

‘I told you, one month anniversary’ he winked and you shook your head whilst trying to give the gift back to him.

‘No Mason, I can’t accept this’

‘Please baby’ he pouted, pushing it back ‘I picked it out myself and I want you to have it’ he insisted and after a silent stare off for a few moments, you undid the wrapping. As soon as you noticed the shade of blue from the gift box, you dropped it into your lap and covered your face. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ He laughed but you couldn’t look at him as you responded.

‘I can’t Mase, it’s too much’

‘You haven’t even opened it yet’

‘But I can tell where it’s from’ you countered before looking up into his hopeful face. ‘Really, Mase? Tiffany’s? I don’t feel like I deserve it’ you laughed, so he grabbed your hand with a sympathetic smile.

‘You deserve this and so much more’ he whispered, kissing you pout gently. ‘Just let me give you this, please’ he begged, and you cook one final breath before opening up the box to revel a small arrow pendent necklace. Not one for flashy jewellery, you fell in love with it instantly, a small gasp came flying from your lips as you inspected it. ‘Do you like it?’ Mason whispered, snapping you out of your trance so you could look at him.

‘I really do, could you put it on me?’ You asked and he smiled whilst taking the box from your hand removing it whilst you turned away from him so he could fix it around your neck.

‘There’s a reason why I chose this one. It’s not just random’ he told you, his lips by your ear as you felt him fiddle with the clasp.

‘What’s the reason?’

‘Well, there’s two reasons actually. The first one was to tie into my cherub tattoo’ he told you, leaning you back so you were pressed against his chest, looking up at him as you were hanging on his every word. ‘Being struck by Cupid’s arrow means you fallen in love. Just like us’ he winked and you chuckled as he held you a little bit tighter. ‘They also apparently symbolise overcoming set backs and moving forward. Like you have to pull an arrow back, and the further you do, the more it travels forward. I like to think that describes us a bit? Like we’ve had to go through a bit of a shit time, but now we get to move forward together and I’m so excited about what the future holds for us’

‘Fuck’ you whispered and he laughed lightly at you whilst furrowing his eyebrows. ‘I think I’ve just fallen in love with you all over again’ you told him and he bent down to kiss you gently. ‘No seriously. That was sexy as hell’ you laughed and you felt his chest rumble as he laughed behind you.

‘Oh yeah?’ He teased, ticking your sides until you turned in his grasp, your eyes flicking over the flushed face of the boy you loved more than anything. You felt your face drop as you thought about leaving soon, not wanting to be away from him tonight, and he picked up on your soured face instantly. ‘What’s the frown about, pretty girl?’ he asked, cupping your cheek so you’d look at him.

‘I know we’ve still got a few hours, but I don’t wanna go’ you pouted. Curling your arms around his shoulders and hiding your face in his neck. He hugged you back tightly, slightly swaying you as you felt him laugh under his breath.

‘So don’t go’ he reasoned and you pulled back to look at him. ‘I don’t want you to go. I never do. Ive got stuff here for you, you can sleep in my shirt like you used to and I’ll drop you home on the way to Chels tomorrow’ he shrugged, like he had it all planned already.

‘You sure’ you whispered and he pulled you in for a long heavy kiss that told you all you needed to know.

‘Come on, why don’t we get sorted for bed and watch tv or something. I know you’re dying to get out of this dress’ he teased, pulling you up and walking you towards the stairs. After a quick shower, you met Mason in his room wrapped in a towel where he handed you a fresh T-shirt from his drawer. ‘I’ve actually got some of your stuff in there I think’ he told you, pointing to the drawer where you used to keep a few of your things. You had a peek inside to find some clean underwear and socks as well as a few pairs of leggings and you smiled that he’d kept them in there for so long. ‘I won’t be long’ he smiled before disappearing into his en-suite.

You quickly changed into his shirt before looking through the underwear in his drawer to find a nice pair, settling on a meshy black pair that you thought you’d lost. You weren’t sure if anything was about to happen with him but you wanted to look good just in case it did. You were just packing back the last few things when you heard his door open, turning round to find him stood in just his boxers and you bit your lip at the sight. He quickly dimmed the lights before pulling you into bed, helping you to sit on his lap and straddle his thighs.

His hands were stroking up and down your legs as his dark eyes flickered over every inch of you. You felt hot under his stare, and when he lent forward to press his lips to yours, you couldn’t help but hum into his mouth.

‘What happened to watching tv, Mase?’ You laughed as you pulled away and he squeezed your waist gently.

‘You expect me to focus on some boring show when I’ve got you in my bed with my shirt on? Nuh uh, I can think of other things I’d rather be doing’

‘Oh yeah? Like what?’

‘You’ he whispered in your ear, and you shivered at the thought. It had been so long since he’d touched you, since anyone had touched you in fact and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. Your thoughts turned to the last time Mason had been touched, wondering if he’d slept with anyone in your time apart and the thought made you feel sick. He was always being linked to girls and you tried to take as little notice as you could but now you felt like you couldn’t let this carry on unless you knew what happened. You realised you had no right to be upset, he was single and you figured there was no way he could of gone a whole year without seeing anyone, but you still felt that sinking feeling in your tummy.

He felt you stiffen up, turning your chin so you’d look him in the eye, and the look of panic and sadness confused him. ‘Hey’ he whispered softly, stroking your cheek gently to try and calm you. ‘If you don’t wanna do anything it’s fine, like if it’s too soon I get it’ he reassured you, but you shook your head, knowing that wasn’t the issue.

‘It’s not that’ you whispered and he pulled you even closer to him.

‘What is it then, baby? Talk to me’ he asked, and his tone melted your insides.

‘I’m gonna sound so stupid, but I was just thinking and I wondered if… like the year we were apart? Did you um- did you…’

‘Did I sleep with anyone?’ He asked, finishing your sentence for you. You were too frazzled to say anything so you just nodded, looking at him with wide eyes as you waited for his answer. He gave you a small embarrassed smile and you were ready for him to tell you you had when he shook his head to say no.

‘What?’ You questioned, furrowing your brows as you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. ‘You’re telling me you haven’t had sex since the last time we did?’

‘I’m not gonna sit here and tell you I didn’t have the chance to, I’ve been on a few dates here and there and yeah I kissed a few of them but it never went any further than that’ he told you and you appreciated his honesty. ‘Truth is I knew it wouldn’t be the same, and I lost interest’ he shrugged and you let you a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. ‘Don’t worry, before you I wasn’t exactly reeling them in. I know how to get by’ he winked, waving his hands at his sides to let you know he knew how to look after himself. You laughed, blushing as you covered your face and fell into his chest. His arms came around you, holding you to him as he kissed your head, relief flooding your veins at his admission. ‘What about you huh? Got anything you need to tell me?’

‘I went on one date’ you admitted, turning your face so was free from his neck and you could talk as he rested his cheek on the top of your head. ‘It was an absolute disaster and I had to get Ava to call me and pretend to of fallen down the stairs so I could leave’ you told him and you felt his chest shake underneath you as he laughed.

‘So that’s it?’

‘That was it’ you affirmed and he looked at you confused. ‘Don’t worry, I know how to get by too’ you winked as you sat up to look at him and his face was a picture as if he couldn’t believe what you’d just said, but when he bit his lip, you knew what mood he was in.

‘Is that so’ he murmured, flipping you over so you were now on your back and he was leaning over you. ‘Why don’t you show me’

‘What?’ You blushed, wondering if he was actually asking you what you thought he was.

‘I want you to show me, what you did to yourself when I wasn’t around’ he whispered, rising to his knees so he could get a better look at you. Palming over his boxers and you could see he was getting hard at the thought of you touching yourself. ‘Go on baby, put on a show for me. Don’t worry, I’ll show you too’

You were frozen in place, this not being something the two of you had ever done before, in fact something you’d never done with anyone so you were unsure how to proceed, but the lust in his eyes made your tummy erupt with butterflies, so you slowly ran your hands down you body as he got comfortable in between your legs. Lying on his stomach with his head by your knees so he had a good view of you.

You quickly sat up to discard the T-shirt and laid back down, hearing him growl lowly at the brief sight of your chest. You could feel him pressing sporadic kisses on the inside of your leg, and before you could talk yourself out of it, your hands were gliding back down and dipping into your underwear.

You were already wet from his stare and soon enough you felt his hands hook your underwear down your legs and pull them off, now giving him a full view of what you were doing to yourself. You could feel your face flushing at the intimacy of it all, and you knew your hands were shaking but you pushed through, at first pretending he want even there and running your fingertips all over your body again until you were covered in goosebumps and you could feel your nipples harden.

You slowly ran your fingers through your folds, coating them before you circled over your clit. You could hear Mason take in a breath before kissing your legs again, slowly getting higher as you pleasured yourself in front of him.

‘Mason’ you breathed as the pleasure intensified and you felt him shuffle up your body a bit more until hips lips were on your waist.

‘That’s it, that’s my girl’ he mumbled into your skin and you let out a whimper as his lips attached to you nipple, sucking gently before teasing off with his teeth, sending a shiver down you spine. He sat up on his knees in between your legs before he pushed his boxers down, letting himself spring free and your mouth watered at the sight of him.

He took himself into his hand, slowly pumping himself up and down whilst his gaze fluttered all over you as if he didn’t know where to look. Soon after, he grabbed your wrist, and bought your fingers to his mouth, sucking your wetness from you as his eyes rolled back at the taste.

‘Fuck, just as good as I remember’ he breathed, getting his face settled between your thighs again as he looked up at you. ‘I’m a little out of practice but I need to taste you’ he told you, placing your hand in his hair before diving into you tongue first.

You gasped at the contact, finally feeling his mouth on you again after so long. He told you he was out of practice but he was always good with his tongue and you were pleasantly surprised to find that was still the case. You tugged his hair slightly in a way he used to love and he moaned into you.

You had gotten yourself most of the way there already, so when slipped his fingers inside you, it didn’t take long for you cum around them. Once he knew you were through it, he went back to kissing all over your thighs, traveling up your body to kiss your chest and the feel of his lips still all over you sent your head into a spin, only the the thought of him pounding into you on your mind, but he seemed far too interested in kissing every inch of your skin that he’d missed.

‘Mase, please fuck me’ you whimpered and you heard him whine into your neck at your words, lifting his head with a mischievous smile so he could bump his nose with yours. You could feel him hard against your leg so you knew he was ready and waiting for you but you also knew he liked to drag out your pleasure.

‘Say that again for me baby’ he uttered, kissing your cheeks as you bucked up into him.

‘Fuck me Mase, please. I need to feel you’ you pleaded, ruining your hands down his body until you were met with his length. You took him in your hand, pumping him a few times and enjoying the way his face changed at the feeling. His eyes closing and his lips parting ever so slightly so he could let out a shaky breath. You managed to line him up with your entrance, but he needed no extra help from there. Slamming into you until you arched your back, moaning directly into his ear as he thrusted into you with all he had.

‘So needy for me’ he teased, his lips lost in your neck before he brought his head up to look at you again. Both breathing into each others mouths as he gave you all he could. He was close already and you could tell, but you knew he wasn’t ready to cum yet so he sat up before spitting down onto you and circling your clit whilst he was still buried inside you. ‘That good’ he questioned, noticing how your eyes were rolling to the back of your head with each brush of his fingers.

‘You have no idea’ you managed to croak out, the feeling becoming overwhelming and you were certain you’d never felt this good. He saw how close you were, now knowing it was safe for him to get back into it so he started moving his hips again whilst still keeping his fingers working. His other hand traveled up to your throat, squeezing gently as he remembered you used to love it and clearly still did from the way you tightened around him even more.

You were trying to keep your moans at bay, not wanting to sound too desperate, but the harder he went, the harder it became for you to keep a lid on things.

‘I know for a fact you can be louder than that, come on baby, let me hear you. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel’ he pleaded, his low raspy voice turning you on even more causing you to cry out in pleasure. He bit his lip at the sound before attaching his lips to yours, pushing you both over the finish line and you clung to his neck as you both attempted to get your breathing back on track.

He slumped to the side of you, not wanting to crush you but too tired to move anywhere further. You ran your fingers through his hair and felt his body melting into yours which caused you to chuckle beneath him.

‘Don’t laugh at me’ he scolded you gently before lifting off you slightly so he could look at you. The bridge of his nose was flushed and his hair was a mess but he was radiating happiness and you couldn’t help but smile at him. ‘You okay?’ He whispered and you nodded whilst kissing his forehead.

‘Never better’ you breathed and he nestled back into your neck.

‘Well rest up, I’m gonna need a round two soon’ he told you, standing up and helping you you to sit so you could go to the bathroom. You let out a little laugh and his eyes snapped to yours, a cheeky smile on his face as he winked. ‘You think I’m joking, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do’ he teased, slapping your bum playfully as he followed you into the bathroom to join you in the shower.

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You’d barely slept, both your hands on each other all the time and the simplest of contact led to a quick fumble between the sheets. You were exhausted and had no idea how Mason was going to manage to get through the day. At least he would have a night away from you tonight to catch up on sleep before his game tomorrow.

You we’re currently in the kitchen, dressed only in your underwear and Masons shirt whilst you made the pair of you a coffee. He was currently behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed your neck gently and you lent into his chest to update him on some office gossip you hadn’t got round to telling him yesterday. You both heard the front door open, freezing as you were unsure as to who it could be, but the sound of Masons dad shouting his name made you relax before panicking again.

‘Shit, I forgot they were all coming today’ he groaned and you were filled with anxiety as you took the pair of you in, him in just his boxers and you not leaving much to the imagination. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’ he muttered before darting from the room to greet them, leaving you stood in the kitchen, frozen in fear.

‘Ah there he is. Nice to see you got dressed this morning’ you heard his mother tease, their voices getting closer and the entered the living room. ‘What the hell is going on in here’ she laughed and you realised the table was still set from last night as half burnt candles littered the floor and balloons were floating around everywhere. ‘You know what, I don’t wanna know. I just need to put this in your fridge’

‘I can do that’ you heard him offer, a tinge of desperation in his voice, but it was no use. Before you knew it, she was in the kitchen, your eyes meeting and you’d never seen her look so shocked. She visibly jumped before she realised it was you, a massive smile breaking out on her face before she dashed to your side, bringing you in to a bone crushing hug.

‘I knew it’ she shouted spinning you both in a circle and she laughed. ‘They all thought I was mad but I was right’ she howled, as Mason stood laughing with his hands on his hips in the doorway. Debbie pulled back, holding you in front of by your arms as her eyes filled with tears. Your eyes glazed over too at the sight of her, you knew how close Mason was with his family and they had welcomed you with open arms when you first got together. To see her so happy at the sight of you warmed your insides.

‘What do you mean you were right?’ Jaz questioned as she followed in behind, but as soon as she saw you she was running over to join the hug. ‘Oh it’s so good to see you, but I owe mum a tenner now so it’s kind of not’ she laughed as Mason entered the room, holding summer on his hip, his dad, brother and Sam flooding in behind with shocked faces.

‘Why do you owe mum a tenner?’ He questioned as you watched the little girl wriggle around in his arms as if she was fighting him off to get to you.

‘Call it mother’s intuition’ she laughed and Mason rolled his eyes and he popped Summer on the floor so she could run over to you ‘let’s face it Mason, you haven’t exactly been a ray of sunshine this last year. But these last few weeks you were back to being my Mase again’ she explained as you lifted Summer up onto your hip. ‘I knew there was something up and I figured it had to be you’ she told you, squeezing you a little tighter. ‘He gets this special look when you’re around’

‘Who is it Summer’ Jaz asked her excitedly as she began threading her tiny fingers in your hair.

‘Auntie y/n’ she clapped and you tickled her sides gently. ‘Trousers gone?’ She questioned and your face flushed as you remembered you were stood there in front of his family in pretty much next to nothing.

‘Uh yeah, I must of lost them’ you laughed and you could see Mason trying to hold in a laugh from across the room.

‘Summer?’ You heard Lewis call as you set her down. ‘Why don’t we go get your stuff out the car while y/n tries to find them. Mason maybe you can help, I have a feeling yours might be lost in the same place’ he teased before grabbing Summers hand and walking her out the room.

Once back up in Mason room, you flopped onto his bed face first and groaned as he stood laughing at you. ‘Don’t Mase, I’m so embarrassed’

‘But look how happy they were to see you’ he laughed as he sat down on the bed next to you, rubbing over your thigh to try and comfort you. ‘Sorry baby, it’s my fault. I was so focused on you being here i forgot I’d made plans with them. They’re gonna stay here tonight and come to my game tomorrow’ he explained and you rolled over to look up at his apologetic face. ‘You do realise my mum will probably invite you to go with them now’

‘I suppose it wouldn’t hurt, I haven’t been to a game in a while’ you told him, sitting up as he kissed your cheek. ‘Can I borrow a shirt?’

He laughed, standing up to grab one of this season’s shirts with his name printed on the back and you smiled as he handed it to you. ‘Call it a late Christmas present’ he winked as he cupped your jaw to kiss you. ‘I guess since now my family know, and you’ll be wearing my shirt at the game, maybe now we can tell some more people? Like be official?’

‘Are you asking me to be your girlfriend again, Mason Mount?’ You teased, your eyebrows raised and your tongue in your cheek as he looked into your eyes lovingly.

‘I’m asking you to be my girlfriend again y/n y/l/n. If you’ll have me that is’

‘I don’t see why not’ you whispered as you kissed him. A year of hurt and upset now behind you as you were officially back with your person.

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oftenwantedafton · 3 months

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Secret Smile - College English Professor/Vampire Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female College Student Reader

Chapter 3

Rating - Explicit

Warning for sexual content

Also available on AO3

The vampire hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d said he likes to drive fast.

The car moves in an absolute blur of speed that makes you think there’s something supernatural at work. A journey that should have taken twenty minutes is completed in less than a quarter of the time. You’re willing to bet that his car had been concealed before he’d pointed out its location to you—as if he’d cloaked it somehow. It seems as if anything is possible.

You arrive at your workplace and Steve—that’s what you’re forced to call him since he hasn’t revealed his real name yet—glances over at you. A little smirk. He’s showing off. As if the mere fact that he’s a vampire is not impressive enough in and of itself.

“Best behavior inside. Tongues will wag and all that. I’m sure you don’t want to be expelled and I’d rather not lose this job position.”

As if you’re going to jump him in front of your coworkers and the customers. As if you cannot control yourself. Even without the paralyzing scent, something about him draws you. Moth to flame. You can’t resist. You’re already thinking about your last kiss. Anticipating the next time he’ll sink his teeth into you. Tomorrow night, maybe. After he’s read your writing. You can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like sitting in the classroom now. Pretending there is nothing going on. You don’t even know what to classify it as.

“You’re not that irresistible,” you mutter, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

The grin widens. “As you say. Shall we go inside?”

There are a fair amount of customers. A short line. Raglan is the tallest in the crowd. You see more than one person spare him a second glance. He eyes the table in the corner and the couple who looks as if they’ve barely touched their dessert and drinks stand to leave.

“Perfect timing. Go snag that table, will you?”

“You don’t even know what I want to order. And you won’t get the employee discount if I’m not here with you.”

“I’ll manage. I’m treating you. What do you want to drink?”

“Um…hazelnut. Medium. Almond milk. Light on the sugar.”

“Done. Go sit down.”

You nod and wave to a few people you recognize as you sit in the chair tucked against the wall. The light above the table flickers. Definitely him doing something.

More customers have filed out. It’s quieter in the coffee shop now. Your professor settles across from you and places your drink in front of you. His own is laden with whipped cream. You can see the row of x’s indicating he’d asked for a drastic amount of sugar.

“Sweet tooth?” You take a sip of your own beverage.

“It’s the only way to make things palatable. An excess of flavor. Extra sugar. Extremely spicy foods. Things of that nature. Otherwise it quite literally tastes like ash.” He sucks on the straw. “Serviceable.”

“Do you still…you know…have to go?” Your cheeks are flushing.

He laughs. “Of course. Where else do you think it would end up? It’s still processed, just without purpose.”

You duck your head and swallow some more coffee. Maybe you should stop asking questions. It’s just so difficult not to. There are so many things you’re curious about. “So what do you do? When you’re not teaching. Or…resting.”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“On what I’m in the mood for.” There’s some whipped cream trapped in the corner of his mouth. His tongue darts out to catch it. It’s long. Longer than average. You tell yourself not to stare. The white substance vanishes, dissolved now against the heat. “When you come over, one of these nights, you’ll see some of it.”

When, not if. “I’m coming over?”

“Aren’t you?”

You swallow. “I don’t…I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that.”

“What do you imagine would happen? I’ve already had the opportunity to…well. You know. There would be little point to all of this if that was simply the end goal.”

“What is the end goal?”

He hums in amusement. Your eyes dart around the room. No one is paying any attention. You try to imagine what his house will look like. Wrought iron gates. Gothic turn of the century. Sprawling library. Victorian settee. Heavy drapes covering every window. Crushed velvet beneath your fingers when he kisses you. The watchful flutter of eyes as dawn approaches.

The light above the table flickers again. You blink. The vampire smiles.

“Enough about me. What about you? Which classic authors do you like to read?”

“It’s cliché to say Poe, right? Every angst filled teen favors him. But yes, him.”

“Lovecraft?”

“Yes. Wharton. Brontë.”

“Which?”

“Any. All. Stevenson. Wilde. Hardy.”

“At least some of these are on the required reading list. Who else?”

“Tarkington. Dumas.”

“Why do you resent taking my class so much?”

You stare at him. “I never said…”

“You didn’t need to. It was written all over your face from the moment I walked into the room.”

You run your nail over the edge of your cup. “I don’t like being told what to read. And even worse, how to feel about what I’ve read. Like there’s some universal truth in every tale that everyone has to know. What if it’s not even the truth? What if that isn’t what the writer meant at all?”

Steve takes a long swallow. “Interesting.”

“What is?”

“You. I’m eager to read your work and get everything very, very wrong. You’ll tell me if I interpret things incorrectly, won’t you?”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“Not really. It’s refreshing to have someone that’s not an obedient drone like the rest. I like the challenge of it.” He stirs his drink. The whipped topping has completely dissolved. “I may be able to help you find something of value in some of the works, at the very least. And the others, well. They’re more of an expected requirement than I’d like. But that’s simply how the game is played.” Another sip and a frown. “Too much ice. It’s watered down now.”

“I do a better job making them.”

“Do you? I’ll have to take you up on that some time.” He glances at his wristwatch. “I suppose I should be bringing you back. It’s getting late.”

***

You’re returned to your vehicle without incident.

You stand beside it, keys in hand, backpack on shoulder. Steve is still behind the wheel of the Spur. You wish you were still inside with him. Or him outside with you. A kiss goodnight that would taste like coffee. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

It’s impossible to track his car as it departs. A smear of color and it’s vanished. You return to your apartment. Undress for bed and catch sight of the bite marks in the mirror. Think about the promise of tomorrow.

***

Sunday evening. Steve’s waiting for you in the entryway inside the converted Victorian again.

Still cloaked in shadows. You lean against the door now closed at your back.

Silence.

“Did you read it?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“You are wasting your time being undeclared. Pursue the writing instead.”

“It’s that good?” You flush at his praise. You’d expected him to be critical. Harsh. Unforgiving.

“It’s rough still. Restrained. You’re holding back. But the potential is tremendous. I want more.”

Sandalwood. Burnt sugar. Evergreen boughs. “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

You know he’s smiling even though it’s too dark to see his features. “It’s not entirely voluntary.”

“I would have thought you’d have perfected it by now. Given you’ve had so many years…”

“Are you calling me old?”

“Maybe.”

He’s in front of you in an instant. Disobeying the laws of physics. Arguing with time. “You’re wearing a dress.”

“Do you like it?” You hadn’t packed a lot of clothes for college outside of utilitarian jeans and tshirts and hoodies. But you had brought a black dress that clings in all the right places. You’re wearing it now.

“Very much.”

“Did you sleep well today?”

“The prey is bold. Yes, I did.” You hear him rest a hand against the wood behind you, feel him leaning towards you. “So fast, soft rabbit. Your heart.” His finger traces a line from your lips down your throat and lets it rest at the hollow there. His lips are so close to your own, each word uttered bathing you in warmth. “This space here. Waiting to be filled. Shallow notch. Gossamer skin.” He groans softly. “I can smell your desire, little mouse. To fill all your hollow spaces. Honeyed cavity. Mouth watering, lips parted…” His thumb shoves against your lips and you let it invade your mouth, sucking, laving, biting the pad. “I will take you apart with my tongue, with my fingers. Sculpt you anew.” The scent is overpowering again. A struck matchbook. Leather. Oolong tea. Decaying roses.

Raglan’s hand vanishes from your mouth, from the door behind you. The air is so much colder without him pressed against you. You’re panting. Warm and wet, even as he’d claimed.

“Do you want to visit the fox’s lair?”

You do.

***

Your English professor’s home is somewhat like you’d imagined it.

Maybe not quite as overtly gothic and moody, but close. The wrought iron fence. The sprawling porch and many gables. A vast library. No fainting couch but the more traditional leather one looks soft and comfortable. Every window shrouded with blackout curtains. A clock in each room. At least one. A necessary reminder, if he should lose track of time, of the approaching enemy daylight.

A baby grand piano is tucked into one corner. You haven’t played in years. You slide back the cover and your fingers touch the keys, toying with a melody you remember from childhood.

“You have experience.”

”Some lessons. Years ago. I didn’t have the discipline to stick with it. I should have.”

The instructor slides onto the narrow padded bench. There is no comparison when his slender fingers move over the keys. They are deft, expert. His head is bowed, his eyes closed. Lost to another time and place you cannot reach. His fingers lift, his eyes open once more. The strings finally cease humming. “Beautiful,” you murmur. You mean the music. You mean him. There’s something in this eternal creature. Beyond the appeal of the dark seduction. Buried deep.

You think there must be another window as you reach the landing after the first flight of stairs. The wall is completely covered. How frightening it must be to have so little to stand between oneself and annihilation. You give voice to the thought out loud.

“It is something you grow accustomed to. You greet the dawn. I wait for the night. A dichotomy of nature that must be obeyed.”

“Have you ever waited too long? Have you…”

“Yes. And the pain is excruciating. It is another lesson one does not soon forget.”

Another flight. You hover at the edge of the doorway to what must be the master bedroom. His room. “Do you ever invite people over?”

The bearded man studies you. “Are you asking if I’ve ever brought a lover into this room?”

You blush. You don’t know why it’s so difficult to ask. “I know it’s none of my business, I just…”

“You’re jealous.”

“A little,” you admit.

“Do you imagine I’m some Casanova wooing helpless women? A continuous stream of bodies for my pleasure? No. Nothing like that. I am very, very particular about whom I bring into my home. Into my bed.” He steps inside the room, holding out a hand to you. “Are you coming in?”

Your accept his outstretched fingers and he draws you against him. A little smirk. The glasses slip down his nose as his face tips to regard you. He sighs impatiently and tugs them free, placing them on the nightstand before switching on the lamp there, adding to the faint illumination from the hallway, the bedroom door still ajar. The only light the vampire is allowed. Artificial. Imitation. You think it’s more for your benefit than his.

The bed has four posts. Canopied. An extra layer of protection against the sunlight. He sits on the edge of the mattress. Unlaces his shoes. Lies back atop the covers and waits for you to join him.

You step out of your heels. Tuck yourself against his body. His fingers stroke your hair. You line your hand up with his unoccupied one. So small against his. Rough fingertips. You wonder what he’s done for work previously.

You sit up so you can see his face. He looks different without the glasses. You touch his cheek. “Do you still have to shave?” Trim your hair?”

“No. Everything is as it was when I…transformed. A moment forever fixed in time.” He traps your hand. Pale eyes going dark. There are crickets outside. You only realize it when their song ceases. Breath held, anticipating. You bend to kiss his mouth. A gentle brush stroke. Moth’s wings. His fingers weave through your hair and he pulls your mouth firmly against his. Your stomach flutters when his tongue parts your lips. You’ve thought of this all day. Dreamt of this all night. How addicted you already are to this forbidden world of his.

Steve pushes you down beneath him. His kisses wander. Your jaw. Your throat. You think for a moment he might…but no. He continues. Kisses the suprasternal notch he’d been remarking over earlier. Fingers gathering the hem of your dress. You bend your leg, letting him slide beneath, along thigh high nylons. You gasp and arch when he makes contact with the space between your thighs. You’re wearing black lace, the patterns of roses etched in thin threads. His fingers deftly dip beneath the barrier and he’s there, at your sex.

“Oh, little one, so wet for me.” He spreads your arousal through your lips and trails up to your clit. You whimper. Your thighs tremble as he traces small circles over that sensitive spot.

He pauses only long enough to change positions, tugging your panties free. One hand rests against your mound. His bearded face between your thighs. He turns to kiss the inside of your leg. Slight scratch of facial hair. Back to center. He’s watching you. Your neck slightly craning to see him. His mouth presses to your pussy.

Your head immediately rocks back, sinking into the pillows. Tiny strokes along your nub. Sucking softly, but you can feel the points of his cuspids. Drawing lines from your entrance, through the folds, back up to your hardening button. Tongue curled. Collecting your slick. Letting it drip over you. His saliva thick in the mix. Long tongue spearing you, curling again inside. Soft moans. He’s enjoying you. You’re watching him again. Your fingers in his graying hair.

A finger slips inside you and you whine your approval, grinding against his hand, mashing his face into your cunt. His lips are so ravenous, forever kissing, lingering in all the little nearby spaces: the unfolded line of your groin, the top of your mound, between your outer labia and your thigh. He sucks your tender raised tissue into his mouth, grinning around it, watching your reaction, stabbing another finger inside of your canal.

The scent is back. Rusted metal. Freshly tilled soil. Petrol. Your head digs into the pillows, your fingers drive into his scalp. He hums and your body finds the frequency and releases. You writhe and spasm until you feel his teeth sinking into the flesh of your inner thigh and you erupt a second time.

The minutes pass. The fragrance fades. His mouth is back on yours. You taste yourself, your fluids and your blood mingling together. His beard is saturated with it. His breathing sounds labored. Your hands work on freeing him from his briefs. A gasp when you realize how much he has between his legs. He’ll destroy you with it, when the time comes.

Steve moans against your throat. He laps at the scars from his previous bites. They burn and itch. Ache and throb. You continue stroking.

“You taste so good, my little wonder, if you only knew, the piquant novelty…like drinking rapture…so hard to stop, when your pulse is at my lips…consume, devour…shatter me to pieces…burn me like the sun, I can’t look away…just like that, just like that, I’m going to…”

His cock pulses against your fingers and you feel his seed flooding over them. His breath shudders, his body sinking down beside yours.

The crickets begin their song again.

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thebibliosphere · 1 year

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this might be a stupid question but i figured i'd ask it. i'm definitely gonna buy the spicy red hunger pangs, but i was curious as to what purchase option would give you the most money. i would greatly prefer having a paper copy, but if you're only getting pocket change from barnes & noble, i might as well just get the payhip e book or whatever to support you more directly. is there a major difference between those two for your pay out?

Not silly at all! And thank you for asking.

And I earn significantly more from ebooks than print.

Print I get about $1-2 per book, regardless of how much the retailer is selling it for. (If you are in the US, the best place to buy paperback books is bookshop.org, as it provides the best affiliate rates for authors and also supports small indie bookstores. This is my bookshop affiliate link for the flirting edition.)

If you buy a DRM-free ebook from my Payhip, I get to keep 90% of my royalties. If you buy from other platforms, I get maybe 60-70% of my royalties. Depends on the platform.

Really, though, anywhere you buy from is appreciated. Sales rankings and reviews also really help authors because it gets us trending in the algorithms and boosts our chances of organic sales.

So yeah, I earn the most from my Payhip sales. But if you want a print, please buy a print!

#book stuff

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urmultideadfandomperson · 18 days

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Hey!! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I just saw that your requests are open and I wanted to request something myself.

How would the ARTW main sorcerers react to summoner being a renowned novel author?

MC is Renowned Novel Author

Character/s: Summoner (MC), Arcturus, Spica, Pollux, Alpheratz, Sirius, Vega

Genre/s: Fluff, Cracks

Warning/s: None

Summary: The Guides discover that Summoner is a famous author back in Mid Eartheim!

Requested by: Anonymous

Note: Hello, anon! Thank you so much for this ask! I sincerely apologize for the long release of this request. The loss of motivation and busy schedules have always been a hassle nowadays! Hopefully this will make it up for the lost time. May you enjoy you read!

Arcturus

Arcky found out when he saw you carrying a typewriter.

He was curious what it was, especially since he is unaware of such an item that belonged in Mid Eartheim.

When you told him about it, he gasps in surprise, eyes sparkling in delight.

He immediately turned into one of your fans, asking questions and getting updates. You were just awesome! The Summoner was a famous author!

If you want, you can let him read your novels. Arcturus' reaction will be overjoyed, honored to be able to read your novels.

This sorcerer will definitely dig down deeper in order to get more information and concepts that were scrapped.

If you like to put plot twists, Arcky would least expect it. You might hear him gasp loudly or see his face change to shock.

If you have a character who is bubbly and a people-pleaser, he will frown in pity and empathy, relating to the character a lot.

If you like tragedy, Arcturus always sobs to it. After reading, he will go through the five stages of grief for the deceased character. You actually broke him with a novel.

But if you write novels with spicy scenes... he cannot handle them very well. Arcturus' face turns red and he cannot bring himself to speak at all.

Overall, he loves you and your novels. He is so lucky to be yours.

"Summoner! I have an idea for your novel! Can I tell you about it?"

Spica

The sorcerer may or may not know what a typewriter is.

Spica deducted that it was used for writing purposes, but he cannot point a finger for what specifically.

So when he discovered you were a novel author, he is both surprised and impressed.

He is a bookworm, himself. He is certain you have done a great job in writing the novels (especially since you're famous back in Mid Eartheim).

Spica is highly honored to be able to read your novels for free! Because, wow. The Summoner is a novelist!

As much as he enjoys the read, there are times where he will suddenly turn into a book critic.

Not that he will insult the book and disgust the characters and writing. Spica will be giving constructive criticism, also giving some tips on how to improve the writing.

Spica will binge read your books if they are an entire series. You cannot stop him.

If you write angst and tragedy, the sorcerer will just silently mourn. He will not cry, he will not scream. He will just be quiet.

If you write spicy scenes, Spica will be a bit flustered. He has read other scenes like this before (ayo?? 🤨📸), so he can handle it. He is one of the professionals he reads smut with a straight face.

And when writer's block attacks you again, Spica will do his best to help you get motivation. But if you need some rest, then he will also help you relax.

"Your writing style is very unique, Summoner. I'll be looking forward for more of your novels,"

Pollux

He found the typewriter. He started to use the typewriter.

Pollux was basically playing around with it, typing on every single letter while making the weirdest sentences ever.

So when you told him that you use to typewriter for work purposes, he got curious. And when you told him that you were a renowned author...

... he immediately stopped.

NO WAY! You use this thing to make books?!

Pollux now treats the typewriter as a sacred item. As if he is going to play around with something to important.

And to avoid breaking it because his bad luck is awful.

Anyway, he will definitely books that has some action and cool fighting scenes. If you do write action novels, this sorcerer is BLESSED.

Being the tsundere he is, Pollux will not admit that he is in love with romance scenes. He says he dislikes romance, and yet he is often found blushing and giggling about it.

If you like to add plot twists in your stories, he will overreact and begin to screech. Then he will rant to you about the entire twist, still in disbelief.

As for the spicy scenes... he fails at keeping calm, always opening and closing the book with a red face. He even almost threw your book at the intense intimacy the characters shared.

"Summoner, summoner! I can't believe you added another plot twist in the part! I need to tell you about it!"

Alpheratz

He was just napping somewhere nearby where you were working. Because of the noise the typewriter creates, his nap was disturbed.

Alpheratz questions you with a grumble why it creates noise, and you tell him that the typewriter is just like that.

And when you finally revealed that you were a well-known author in Mid Eartheim, his eyes shot up and the urge to sleep was gone.

Believe it or not, Alpheratz is actually a bookworm. Not many is aware of this fact, but whenever a book really gets his attention, he will read it.

He likes to ask questions about the book and its concept. Hearing about the unique structure of the novel will get him hyped up to read it more.

Sometimes, he likes to read your novels as bedtime stories. He goes to a certain chapter that is calm like a memory, reads it, and goes to sleep in peace.

If you are letting Spica borrow a certain book and Alpheratz is craving to read it, he will sneak in and snatch the book when Spica is not looking. In the end of the day, Spica will be confused where the novel is while the latter reads it happily.

If you write romance, he would not mind at all. He does not hate romance, though he doesn't really like them either. Alpheratz is neutral with romance.

If you like to write spicy scenes, he is the second sorcerer who can read the novel with a straight face. But when the night arrives... use your imagination~ 😜

The sorcerer enjoys giving ideas like Arcky, though he is calmer. Instead of going to detail, he simply explains the whole picture. He wants you to use his idea to make another novel.

In conclusion, he is in love with your novels. He is blessed by the stars to be able to read your treasures in Mid Eartheim.

"Summoner~... I had a dream in my nap and it was nice. Maybe turn it into a new novel? Don't worry, I won't push.",

Sirius

You already caught his attention not by the typewriter, but by your vocabulary whenever you speak.

Deliberately? Pulchritudinous? Equivocate? Fathom? My, Summoner, those words are very complex.

Sirius somehow knew that you were an author. Maybe because of your use of words? Or perhaps you bring that typewriter everywhere? Could it be that you were a famous novelist in Mid Eartheim? You will never know; it's Sirius, after all.

That does not mean he is not impressed, though. The sorcerer really is surprised! He just does it so casually, you thought he is being nonchalant.

Whenever he reads your book, he gives constructive criticism but... they sound like teasing instead of actual advice.

Sirius is not much of a bookworm. For him, reading is more people who enjoys indoor activities. He does praise your works, though.

But if you write a fantasy novel and it has a map on the page? Oh boy, you might have gotten his interest in that book.

Sirius is neutral in romance. He does not hate it, yet he does not like it either. However, he will dislike it when it includes self-sacrificing because of, well, what happened to Polaris.

And when you write spicy scenes, this man is SHAMELESS!

He will not hesitate to read the book around you, even doing facial expressions and adding sound effects as he reads. As you listen (in embarrassment), Sirius will laugh.

But if you play your cards right when you tease him, you might find yourself seeing Sirius with a flustered expression.

"Summoner, what is this character saying? Their speech to the antagonist is quite bland and monotone, don't you think? Let me show you how it's done,"

Vega

He already knew it was a typewriter when he saw it. However, similar to Spica (if he knows what a typewriter is), Vega cannot point out where it is used for.

Vega is mildly envious at your vocabulary. He speaks very formally, but your way of speaking sounds like you belonged in royalty.

When you finally revealed that you were a famous author back in Mid Eartheim, Vega was so shocked and so proud of you.

It was a vague memory. But in the back of his head, he can remember how you once always dreamed of writing books and let the people read it.

And now that you achieved that dream, Vega is more than happy for more. In fact, he will fully support your career.

The sorcerer always compliments your novels. No matter how old it is, no matter how inexperienced, no matter how bad, he is still proud and impressed in your works. At least you can write something!

If you choose to write a novel about your friendship, Vega will be both happy and uncertain. He is joyous because it is an honor to be written in your novel. But also hesitant, as it brings back bad memories as well.

Either way, Vega is the type of person who will love romance. As a matter of fact, Vega craves romance. The intimacy, the kisses, the beginning of a relationship... it is so beautiful for him, especially if it is with you.

If you enjoy writing angst, Vega actually cries. He tries not to let the tears spill. But when a certain sentence or event happens in the book, he breaks down.

And if you like to write spicy scenes, Vega will use a straight face at first before it eventually turns into a blushing mess. He cannot even look at you in the eyes!

"Why not use these ideas for your new novel, Summoner? Everyone will enjoy it, I am certain. Perhaps I can help?"

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight mc #arcana twilight nation #arcana twilight headcanons #artw

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murdermepeacefully · 4 months

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Billy Lenz Headcanons

Working on my first Dead Dove fic ever, and figured I'd do some headcanons for the lovely canon character in it~ Most of them ended up on the spicy side, so....sorry about that!

As before, these are of course my own personal opinion, but feel free to reblog, add onto them, ask questions about them, or add them to the ones you accept yourself! I absolutely love hearing from others on their thoughts.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Things based on the movies: Note: While I know the movies do not all feature the same Billy, I do pull from the 1974 film as well for some of these.

Definitely has a thing for eyes in general. [Think imagery, eye contact, etc. Tends to notice someone's eyes before anything else]

Collects false eyes due to this. [Especially antique ones or ones with unique designs.]

Not a huge fan of Christmas time, but can still enjoy some parts. Definitely likes the lights, cookies, candy, and Santa Claus parts, but not the tree or gift giving parts.

Doesn't stay in childhood home, but instead moves to random houses. Can end up in non-sorority houses as a result.

Prefers the attic wherever he ends up, but absolutely finds a way to sneak around the entire house.

Tends to go for older houses so any creaking from him moving through the house can be excused as just 'the house settling'

Things based on Fandom content and interaction:

Keeps his collection of fake eyes in a jar and shakes it like marbles, but will sort them by color, style, or other categorization method if he wants to just focus on something for a while. [Thanks to @fingersinmyhair for this one! 💕]

Carries one in his pocket if he goes out as a comfort item.

Wears PJs/PJ-Adjacent clothing a lot. [Think sweat pants and oversized sweaters/sweatshirts]

Random Just Because Ones:

Very much likes drinking in the scent of those he's infatuated with/curious about.

Likes to steal little things from them to put in his hideaway.

Spicy ones 🌶️🔞

He absolutely loves biting/licking/drinking the blood of partners, during sex or not.

He will lick the bite if you show signs of it hurting, as if in apology.

He gets turned on by being the one in control/on top.

If you're fucking you best believe he's fucking you hard, pulling your hair to arch your head to the side so he has access to your neck and shoulders for biting and leaving marks.

Likes pulling his partner's hair in general tbh

ABSOLUTELY would give you a necklace of bite marks along your collarbone

Will mastrubate using your clothes if he can get away with it [Prefers shirts/dresses/etc to underwear, however, so he can imagine he's fucking you while you wear it.]

If there is an anti-breeding kink, he has it.

He does not like being on the bottom, but on the off chance that he is, it's a much softer, sweeter sort of fucking. Lots of gentle reassurances and kisses and the like, more nibbling than full on biting. Likely works out a signal for his partner, be it a word or a gesture, for when he wants to top and start speeding things up.

Hardcore into sexting/phone sex, but absolutely expect him to jerk off while on the phone with you or send video of him doing it.

Would absolutely get one of those O ring gags that force the wearer to have their mouth open, especially if their partner is a drooling, whimpering mess while wearing it.

#Billy Lenz #Black Christmas 2006 #May add more over time tbh

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themuse-if · 3 months

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Hey, hey!!🤗

So, I was a little curious about a topic involving NFSW questions, but I wasn't sure if you were okay with that type of question, so no need to answer if you're uncomfortable.

I wanted to know what ROs are like when they are in makeout sessions with Mc, for example: are they more gentle and affectionate or are they more passionate and wild (if you know what I mean🤭😏). And also if possible, could polys routes be included in this scenario? (only if you want, of course)

Bye, bye!!

Hey! I am definitely ok with NSFW questions, romance is a big part of the story after all! I've honestly been waiting for this! I'll be using a scale of 6 emojis for spicy vs sweet levels.😚=sweet 🥵=spicy. Some may be all spice and others all sweet and some could be a mix of the two.

ONLY KEEP READING IF YOU WANT TO BECOME A GIGGLING, SQUEELING MESS! USE YOUR IMAGINATION TO CREATE VIVID SCENES WITH THIS INFORMATION AT YOUR OWN RISK! Then tell me about them in the comments. 😘

Roxanne/Robbie: Ro is definitely one to take the lead. They are a bit rough, MC will have hickeys everywhere from all the biting and sucking. Not only will Ro's lips be all over MC but their hands will too in their hair, on their chest, on their hips guiding MC into a slow deep grind...ok is it hot in here or is it just me. All in all I would say that Ro is down right sinful. 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Joleen/Johnny: Jo is a bit more of a mixed bag the moments leading up to each little make-out session will determine a lot. If MC was throwing heavy signals their way then Jo will take the hint and pin them down ready to get hot and heavy. If MC is being sweeter than cotton candy with little pecks and giggles then Jo will be to, with sweeter more romantic kisses. I would say that Jo likes to feed off of their partners energy and then aim to please. 😚😚😚🥵🥵🥵

Delphine/Desmond: De is naturally a nurturer, but I would say that they have some soft dom tendencies when messing around. They will have the obvious control leading and guiding MC's lips and body, but they will always read off of MC to make sure that they are comfortable. And if MC can handle it then expect them to get a little rough.😚🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Rina/Ren: R doesn't have a ton of experience so they will need MC to take the lead at first. Though they may move pretty slow at first after a while they wont be able to get enough of sharing soft and sensual alone time with MC. Study sessions and late night practice will turn into hushed make-out sessions in the dark corners of the library and practice studios. 😚😚😚😚🥵🥵

Everly/Everett: Eve is a performer through and through so you can be sure that they're going to put on a little show for MC. They'll memorize every touch and the sighs they bring out from MC, the same way they memorize lines for a play. They will observe and read MC like a book so that they can give them exactly what they need every time. 😚😚🥵🥵🥵🥵

Karla: Karla knows how to go with the flow. She'll take MC from soft sighs to barely able to catch their breathe, all with a lazy smirk on their face. Karla knows when to build up and take it back down, moving with the rhythm regardless of if there's music playing. 😚😚😚🥵🥵🥵

Faye: Faye may be an edgy cool girl but she really is a softy at heart. She super sweet and adores the little moments between long languid kisses and feather light caresses. Don't be surprised by her looking at MC's every detail with those icy blue eyes. 😚😚😚😚😚🥵

Sebastien: Seb is for lack of a better word, suave. Once he takes off his glasses revealing those deep brown eyes, MC knows they're in for it. MC will be melting from the eye contact alone. And his grip on MC's waist, hips, ass...oh my lord 😳. The rough scrape of his stubble matching the way he holds MC so tight they can't tell were he starts and they begin. 😚😚🥵🥵🥵🥵

Maxine: Max is sugar, spice, and everything nice! They know MC really well and use that to their advantage. They've known MC for longer than they can even remember and their feelings run just as deep. Max craves MC just as much as they cherish them. Everything feel easy and seamless, one second the two are a mess of giggles and the next they're grabbing at each other's clothes. Years of what ifs have built up to the type of passion Max can only share with their best friend. 😚😚😚🥵🥵🥵

Silas: Ah Silas our, friendly and self controlled, Resident Advisor. There's something so sexy about breaking the rules. If Silas is making out with MC, his advisee, then he's all but shattered them. You can expect things to get hot, heavy quickly once he's reached his breaking point, once he's desperate for MC. He'll have MC's back against the wall and make quick work of satisfying both their needs. Maybe he'll take things a bit further than making out, just to get MC out of his system. Then again, maybe he wont be able to stop himself from wanting more than just a one time taste. 😚😚🥵🥵🥵🥵

I'll let you use your imagination for the poly routes given what you've learned about them as individuals. Have fun 🤭🤭🤭

The Rebel Rejects:😚🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

The Exes (Faye + Karla):😚😚😚😚🥵🥵

#interactive fiction #interactive if #twine if #twine interactive fiction #themuse if #if: themuse #extras

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pandorasword · 1 year

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Silver lips

❒ pairing: Jungkook x 8thmember!OC

❒ genre: Spicy allusion; not actually spicy

❒ words: 1.3k

❒ summary: In which Chaeri has an incredible urge to be the first to kiss her ex-boyfriend who has just had his lip pierced

❒ notes: Bold and Italic at the same time indicates a sentence said in English. | Read part two here -> Silver lips pt2

❒ warnings: minor references of dom!jungkook / jealous!jungkook

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

Takes place during the events of the American Music Awards 2021

Two years. Two years since she had performed for the last time in front of a crowd of fans. Two years since Jungkook and her stopped being a couple. Two of the most important things in her life ripped away from her at close quarters. And everything had come to a standstill, her existence stuck at a point where the only emotions rising were loneliness and anger.

At that moment, however, sprawled out on the couch in their dressing room and still full of energy after having spent one of the best nights in years, it seemed to her that the world was slowly putting the pieces back in their place, making sense again and giving her gratification. She felt alive.

"I'm beggin', beggin' you" There were songs from that night that definitely had stuck in her head "I'm on my knees when I'm beggin' 'cause I don't want to lose you"

A dark head turned to her side. They were left alone in that room. Was that also a sign from the universe? Could it really be that it - the universe - was being gentle with her that night, after kicking her ass for those years before? Well, surely that Armand de Brignac she was sipping lightened her thoughts enough not to ask herself too many questions, neither to hide her obvious desire to keep her eyes glued on him.

He had become so 'manly' in a brief time. She would notice whenever she was beside him looking at his sharp jawline, his no longer teenage gaze, the countless tattoos on his body and that damn lip piercing. God. That's what it made him look like. The god of sins and impure thoughts. Actually, the only one with impure thoughts at this point was none other than her.

She poured additional alcohol into her glass. A whole bottle of champagne and she had almost finished it. She was an adult and they were in America, was there anyone who could stop her?

She leaned forward, letting the dress she had used for Butter's performance slip down her thighs, covering the skin that until a second ago was clearly showing. "I didn't get the chance to ask you" She swirled the liquid in the goblet "And I'm pretty curious. How does it feel to kiss with that?" Her eyes dropped to his lips. She had a damn mouth that she couldn't keep under control, yet she always claimed it as her best feature.

Jungkook's gaze first moved from her eyes until it slid down her entire body, as if pondering his reply in the process. "I haven't had a chance to try yet.”

Oh, that was just what Chaeri wanted to hear him say. With the excitement of the performance still in her veins, mixed with everything she had been drinking, nothing seemed wrong at that moment.

Not as if it was the first time this had ever happened. During those years they'd been having occasions in which they'd fallen into old habits but... nothing could ever go back to the way it was before. But for that night it seemed fine. For that night she just wanted to live without thinking about the morning after, when they would go back to being nice and polite towards each other and nothing more.

"Well, don't you think I deserve to be the first to try it out?" Chaeri got up from the sofa, her feet relieved of their uncomfortable shoes tens of minutes earlier. The parquet under her toes was frozen but she felt warm all over. She could tell from his eyes that he was far from relaxed too but, as always, he let her make the first move.

So innocent yet so manipulative.

Did he think she was unaware of what he was doing? The way he had been teasing her from afar since he had added that jewel to his lips did not go unnoticed. Playing with it with his teeth and tongue every damn minute of the day made her life not easy. She saw his lips curve into a cocky grin, not at all surprised by the offer received. What happened to that adorable boy, too shy even to smile at her, she met long time ago?

"Do you think I'm your toyboy?"

"Do you think I don't see how you like being my toyboy?"

He caught his lips between his teeth, containing a laugh.

Patience was never one of the girl's traits, let alone when drunk, let alone with Jungkook in front of her. She took a few steps forward, joining him at the chair on which he was manspreading. She didn't overthink it when she decided to sit on one of his legs. Such a natural gesture despite the fact that she hadn't done it for quite some time

"I don't remember saying yes to you"

"Not yet"

"And what makes you expect I’ll accept?"

"Do I really need to point this out to you? I guess you can get there on your own"

She smiled victoriously when she saw him lose his smirky face for a second. The boy was aroused and couldn't hide it.

"Nothing but a Toyboy," she whispered in his ear, letting a chuckle escape her lips. She laid a hand on his chest, not moving her face away from his.

How she loved to put him on the edge. The hell 'nothing but a toyboy', the girl was definitely madly still in love.

"You know" she persisted "Since women have more than one I should give you a nickname, so that you are unique and original compared to the others" She was enjoying herself far too much and trying to make him jealous was just the icing on the cake "You will be Silver lips, toyboy number 5”

She was barely able to finish the sentence because Jungkook suddenly grabbed her hips, pushing her even more towards him, his face livid with annoyance at the girl's words. Although he knew it wasn't true, the thought of sharing her, even if she was no longer his, was driving him mad.

'Do all your boyfriends know how to tame you? Cause one thing I know is that it's the only way to make someone interesting in your eyes" He took her chin between the fingers of his tattooed hand "Send them to me, I’ll teach them skills. I can clearly see that you are unsatisfied if you are so desperate for me”

She couldn't say she wasn't waiting for his rough tone of voice and mannerisms. She had been pushing for this side of him to come out since the beginning of the night.

She felt like squeezing her legs together to contain her growing enthusiasm. Having such a dominant temperament in everyday life probably made her develop this desire to be tamed in intimacy. A desire that Jungkook always fulfilled.

He raised an eyebrow, again entertained. He was catching all the signals Chaeri's body was sending.

"You no longer say a word?"

She cleared her throat before speaking "I don't want to talk any more."

"You want me to kiss you"

"Yes"

"Take it yourself"

And she didn't let him tell her twice.

I think I could either do a second part or end it like this. I don’t know it yet ۵ Pandora

Bonus* Chaeri's dress of the night | Butter performance at AMAs 2021

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shallowseeker · 8 months

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I'm not trying to be contrary but I'm genuinely curious why you think Jack would be jealous of Claire rather than follow her around like a lost puppy.

I mean, he might try to be friends at first. Jack likes to style himself as a polite, young fellow, after all. Plus, he appears to be uncomfortable about Jimmy Novak, if you go by the script outlines. There'd be guilt mixed up with everything, too. He has his dad because she lost hers. Claire is someone he'd instantly want to protect.

But Claire is mean as a fuckin' snake, and Jack's feelings aren't iron-clad. He also can tend to get snipey and sassy when pressed, especially if he thinks Claire is doing something dangerous.

For her part, Claire doesn't want to be protected. She wants to show off and be the superior hunter, which of course gets her into trouble.

And well. Jack's never really had to share Cas before. Not like that. I don't know if he'll understand at first why he's so uncomfortable, but he definitely will be.

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Maybe you're right that you'd need one of those serpent tongues around to voice the most uncharitable interpretations of events, in true SPN fashion. This way, Jack's fears and jealousy can get riled up more properly (Claire, on the other hand, doesn't need any help getting riled up).

Instead of a demon or villain of the week to be the mouthpiece, I'd choose Dark Kaia. I mean, Dark Kaia is ruthless and cunning and blunt and cruel...and she tried to skewer Claire. Plus...

REGULAR KAIA IN HER DEBUT: I mean, you picked the wrong bait. I'm not the kind of girl folks come for. In this world, I don't even rank a milk carton. No one is gonna come for me. I'm not white, rich, blonde. No one's gonna fight for me. I don't matter.

Still, regular Kaia fell in love with Claire, even though she was milk-carton gorgeous. But Dark Kaia tried to kill Claire, because Claire was the thing taking her twin from her.

We also understand that Dark Kaia is jealous of Kaia for even having a Claire in the first place, just like she admits to being jealous of her world.

In 15x12, Dark Kaia too sees a beautiful, Claire-like face in a magazine and angrily shoves it across the table. Like regular Kaia, she seems to have hang-ups about the sort of person society seems to "instantly care about."

All that to say, she'd totally be the voice in Jack's ear pointing out the contrasts between how Claire is treated versus how Jack is treated. Look how soft they all are on Claire, how precious she is, how they protect her, etc. etc.

Sorry, that wasn't really your question, was it. The real answer is...because I like the flavor.

Claire is jealous because TFW gives Jack more responsibility; Jack is jealous because they give her less.

It's spicy.

ADDENDUM: If she'd been an active player in the plot, Claire would absolutely volunteer to "Kill Jack Kline...so Cas, Dean, and Sam don't have to." Dark Kaia would agree, and regular Kaia would be looking for a way to save him. If Jack killed Claire, that might be the thing that motivates Cas to act more visibly out of character, similar to how Mary's death pushed Sam and Dean to the brink.

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Heya!! I've noticed you've had your reqs open for a while now, so I hope you don't mind writing my idea for me!! Lol

Soo.. could I get some general hcs for the hazbin hotel cast (whomever and however many you feel like doing) with a Cerberus!reader? Preferably sticking to a more platonic theme

No pressure, ofc!!

Thank you for the request when! I’m not to educated on Cerberus but i tried my best to make some general head canons for the main hazbin crew although its not proofread i hope its to your liking !!

Alastor

Cerberus!reader grabbed Alastor’s attention right as they joined the hotel, the concept of having 3 heads with all different emotions and feelings was odd to him. He had many questions but the gentleman he was, was not going to stress you with so many question’s until he got closer to you. As he decides to build up his relationship with you he would drop questions here and there — this way he learns more about you.

When he gets to know you, he would grow to enjoy asking your opinion on things, three opinions will always be better than one! (Unless it hurts his ego somehow, but that was a rare occasion)

He would cook a lot of food and use you as the taste subject. He makes you sit in the kitchen as you watch his process listening to some jazz while having a chit-chat with him is a weekly routine at this point and he’d be confused if you weren’t in the kitchen by Sunday afternoons to try his cooking. He will ask you multiple times if you would want human meat in your food, if you refuse he will defeatedly accept the loss — but he won’t stop asking you just because you said no (and if you say yes he will happily purchase the best kind of meats he knows and sometimes bring you along to purchase them! You also get introduced to Rosie this way)

Since Alastor has taken a liking to you he would randomly pat your heads as well as purchase gifts for the three of you. He made sure they were always tailored to your liking. He would also ask you to join him on his walks sometimes, and if anybody made you uncomfortable he would reassure you that you’re safe with him.

“So, what do you think?”

He stands in front of you expectantly, as your tastebuds get filled with a tasty dish you’ve never tried before, you are not quite sure what kind of dish it is — you only that it’s some kind of steak. You take a long second really thinking before the three of you in sync say;

“This is spicy.. is it supposed to be like that?”

“I’d like to have some more flavor just simple things like salt and pepper would do well!

“I like it, it’s perfect!”

The three of you glance at each other and then at Alastor who stands there with a slightly concerned grin.

“Uh huh you don’t say.”

And after that he made sure to tailor the food to the each of you! He thinks of it like a puzzle in some sort of a way, if the three of you are satisfied then he finished it

Husker

At first husker didn’t really care for Cerberus!reader, they were probably gonna be like any sinner anyway, someone trying to be better — only to drink their sorrows away.

When he realizes that none of you drink alcohol he changes his opinions on the three of you!(if you do drink alcohol… Nuh uh :3) He tries to actually entertain you whenever you enlighten him with random visit at the bar, chatting about topics the three of you’ve been thinking about lately.

He would definitely grow a bit protective of you and would use nicknames like kid, champ, bud to address you and would give you thumbs ups to quietly show you he’s proud of you.

He would allow you to touch his ears and his tail if you’re curious about them, and in return he gets permission to pat your head whenever he pleases.

He would show you multiple card tricks and would always wear a smug expression on his face whenever he saw the three heads getting fascinated with his simple tricks — that definite made him more confident as you praised his tricks!

His deck quickly mixes together with the flick of a wrist, you watch in amusement as the cards go back and forward in a very mesmerizing pattern. Husk clears his throat before he starts;

“And now, watch as the cards mix..”

The three of you have your eyes fixated on the cards spinning round and round. Until he stops and then spreads it out in a half circle before picking up a card making sure its back is facing you. The three look at you in anticipation waiting for him to show the card she chose.

“Was this your cards?”

He flips the cards and show them to you; two of you look in excitement as he shows them their cards they had chosen earlier, they bombard husk with questions but then the third head speaks up;

“Wait, those are only two cards! Where’s mine?”

Husks chuckles before he grabs something from the back of the third heads ear,

“Oh sorry! Forgot i left the card here!”

Niffty

Niffty takes a quick liking to you, and as soon as she gets a moment alone with you she will show you her bug collection and give you a bug that in her words “matches your fur and compliments all of the eyes you have”.

She would sew you some small accessories.. yes they might have had sticks and bugs used in the materials but it’s the thought that counts! Besides it doesn’t even look bad, she would normally place them behind your ears or somewhere on your head.

If you can’t find niffty? Expect her to be messing with one of your heads, she loves to climb up on them and just sit there, following you in your daily life as you’re out and about. (She is an automatic free-escape pass from Valentin[hoe]!)

“I was thinking!! What if you join me for cleaning duty tomorrow! I’ll even pay you… three queen roaches!”

She says this with starts in her eyes as if it’s the best offer she could ever give you, and who are you to say no? You can easily spot dirt and dust with the help of your other heads and you can help Niffty reach tight spots

“Why not!”

Charlie

When Cerberus!Reader first joined the hotel she was very chipper just like she is with any other guest, but the fact that you had a very intimating look but still acted better than half of the sinners inside the hotel was something she was extra excited about!

She bombards you with questions and asks a lot about how the three-head thing works, did she need to fix the room so it fitted all of your standards? If you all ate same food or not? When you guys decide outfits, do to often disagree with what your going to wear. Etc.

Would try to have therapy sessions with you! I believe one of your heads would be.. not so pleased with this whilst another one would vent their heart out. (Also Charlie would definitely try having karaoke sessions with all of you and would adore the way the three of you are able to harmonize even if you don’t always get along)

Her pen taps along a board before she looks at the three of you;

“So you have a problem getting along.. mm have you tried telling each other why you are annoyed?”

“Well these loudmouths are nothing but trouble! They can’t keep their mouth shut even if the world was ending!

“Wha— says you! It’s not my time you keep being a buzzkill”

“You both are annoying! Just shut the fuck up before i start fighting yall.”

After that the bickering grows and Charlie has to step in to help calm the three of you down.

Vaggie

When Cerberus! Reader joins the hotel Vaggie is very cautious, three heads— three problems! She will keep her distance and give you some glances but never actively act rude towards you since you haven’t actually bothered her.

If you give her time to get used to you and get to know you she will grow to trust you more and more, and she would give you words of advice when your not sure on what to do to show her appreciation towards you. But when the three of you argue with each other she will give all of you a bonk on the head.

Would train the three of you to become better fighters and when you fight against heaven you’re a real pro, she’s very proud of you even if she dosent show it to well!

Her angelic sphere pointed to one of your three necks as you lay on the ground defenceless; she has just beaten you guys in a fight once again,

“If you guys were better at working with this body, maybe we’d win?”

One of the heads scoff

“Pff, as if! If you would follow my lead? It would’ve been as easy as pie!”

“We havnt even baked before how could you say it’s as easy as pie..”

Vaggie sighs as the bonks each of your heads talking about how the three of you needs to learn on how to get along.

Angel dust

When Cerberus!Reader joins the hotel he will quickly point out the uneven fur and would quickly take the role as a ‘big brother’ to the reader. He would bully the three of you multiple times but only in a friendly teasing way.

He would have sleepovers with you, he enjoyed gossiping with the three of you as he would give you a ‘makeover’ mostly by brushing your fur and giving one of your faces makeup as he would recommend you shampoos and conditioners to keep your fur looking more fresh.

Would ask your opinions on outfits even if they are revealing, since he is like a brother to you it’s not that strange. He would most definitely not throw any sexual comments towards you and if anybody else does so, they get a beating.

Will randomly come into your room to check up on you,( and borrow some of your clothes) he most definitely steals a lot of your stuff and whenever you have a sleepover he would just put it of as if it was nothing. Will also multiple times tell you not to drink and go down the path he went.

“Ow! Be careful you dunce!”

One of your heads mutter as angel dust tries to brush through your matted fur struggling with every brush stroke he makes.

“Well maybe if you’d be more careful i wouldn’t have to fix it so damn often!”

It all comes from a place of love though!

Sir pentious

When Cerberus!Reader join the hotel, Sir pentious gets a good feeling about having you around right away, your demon form has three heads and he is very snake — like with makes him feel less out-of-place with the rest of the crew.

If you joined around when he joined he never made any plans to kill you with his weapons (in episode 3) instead he would order angelic weapons from Carmilla and then try to teach the three of you how you could make weapons! As long as one of you learn the most simple of things he will feel super achieved and want to teach you more and more things as you slowly get better and better.

Would make weapons for you and give you a tour in his evil lair (/his ship).

His egg boys would absolutely adore you and frank would normally hang around the three of you the most, even calling you boss in front of Pentious — he woudnt even mind!

“Sso you ssee, if you take these parts together.. and then place them like that.. it will create a blasst-gun, but if you move thiss piece it will create a bomb weapon, do you get it?”

“Yeah not to hard to remember”

“Uhm.. wich piece did you move again?”

“Nope no! I’m completely lost right now!”

#sir pentious #niffty #alastor #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel dust #husk

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