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twisted-tales-of-all · 7 months

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When Insanity Works

Summary: In a world where men have learned not to summon succubi for their own pleasure, Mingi decides to try it anyway. Pairing: Song Mingi x afab!Reader Genre: Smut, Fantasy, Horror(?), One Shot Tropes: sub!idol, succubus!AU Word Count: 1.3K Contains: mention of the existence of sexual assault (no details), mind reading (kinda), demon contracts/summoning, somnophilia, big dick!Mingi, oral (m. receiving), scratching, reference to porn-watching and masturbation, pet names (kitten, pet, sweet angel, toy), unprotected sex, creampie, multiple rounds (not overstim though)

Normally, when your kind is summoned by humans, it's by women trying to get back against their assaulters or men who want to sabotage their crush's current relationship. With the obvious downsides of interacting with succubi, men haven't requested for themselves in decades. So, why have you found yourself summoned by the one man who insists he'll survive despite all the warnings?

"No. Send me to someone else, just like people always do."

The tall man sitting against the bed's headboard insists, "Let me choose for myself. If my life is at risk, that's my call. I'd like for you to bed me."

"Why in Hell's great name would you want to risk your life for some sex? I assure you, it's not special enough to place your life on the line for."

No, wait. Why are you even fighting him on it? He had to do a lot to summon you, so he had plenty of time to change his mind, and yet he's still so adamant about it. Who are you to deny him? Especially when you came here to eat anyway.

Cutting him off midway through his monologue you weren't listening to, you cave, "You know what, fine. I have to start when you're asleep; I'm sure you know that. So fall asleep and I'll do it."

Happily, the lanky man slides under the covers with the biggest smile on his face. Without the context you know, you would've assumed he met the love of his life or scored his dream job based on that smile.

Strangely enough, he falls asleep rather quickly. Hovering over him, you peek into his mind to find some of his desires. In this way, you learn his name, his urge to be used, and some of the names he'd like to be called. Finding more than enough substance to use, you move the covers off of him to find him in nothing but a loose pair of boxers. You rub him through the fabric until a sizeable bulge forms. The scent of his eagerness fills your nose as you lower his underwear and release your meal.

Starting slowly, you leave kitten licks upon his tip while stroking his length. Although you've seen countless appendages - human and otherwise - this one has a length you only find on creatures who had to adapt after struggles to mate, surely not in humans. You enjoy his small whines and twitches as he reacts to your tender touches in his sleep. Dragging your hand down his thigh, you find muscles perfect to grab hold of. When you move that hand back up to his waist, you begin to understand his desires more. With each simple touch, his body reacts in multiple ways - tensing, twitching, whining, and even flailing around at times. It almost feels like he's meant to be used for others' enjoyment.

Learning enough about him, you increase the intensity. As you suck on his tip, you drag your fingertips around his waist, your nails scratching him enough to mark but not quite enough to tear the skin. With these increased sensations, his whimpering gets louder, even so much as mumbling incoherently in his sleep.

You move up to look at his face, checking to make sure he still hasn't woken up, and ask him, "A deep sleeper? Is this how you want to be used?"

Upon kissing his temple, you gain the answer for yourself as you witness him watching somnophiliac porn to pleasure himself. With a giggle, you find the new information as delectable as his massive size. You return to his crotch with a newfound mission. Sloppily, you continue giving him oral with the sole intention to prepare him for your pussy.

As your saliva glistens on his length, you position yourself above him. With your hands resting on his chest for balance, you lower yourself onto him, feeling the addictive stretch as you take all of him in. Settling onto his lap, you watch his face contort from the sensations. You stay still as he twitches inside of you.

"Shh... don't worry, kitten. You'll get what you want." You cup his face and lean in to kiss his nose before adding in a whisper, "Just be a good little pet and be patient."

After repositioning yourself upright again, you allow your natural urges to win. You grind yourself on him, thinking only of your own pleasure, exactly like he wants you to do regardless. As his whines grow to a higher pitch, you work yourself faster, enjoying the sexuality you're gaining from the insane man who requested you for himself despite all the warnings from his ancestors.

Suddenly, his hands wrap around your butt, his fingertips molding the soft plushness. Looking down, you see him looking lovingly up at you with barely-awake eyes. Averting your gaze, you lift your chin to the ceiling and focus on feeling him inside of you. With him now awake, you flex your muscles to tighten around him, wanting to play with him more. In stark contrast to the high-pitched whines from his sleeping form, he releases a deep, throaty growl as he feels you grip him tighter.

"Oh, sweet angel, that sound is music to my ears. Keep it up and I'll suck your soul out with your juices. Be careful, now."

Through gritted teeth and a fuzzy mind, he muses, "Take it. It's already yours."

Fueled by his lust, you focus on his enjoyment for a moment to continue hearing his magical noises. You adjust your movements to be better for him and work him to his first high. As his seed shoots up into you, his fingernails dig into your flesh and his back arches from the pleasure. Curses mix into the devilishly good noises erupting from his throat.

You lean forward and lock lips with him as you return to moving in ways that'll pleasure you. You dip your tongue into his mouth to occupy his mind, trying to remove his focus from his sensitive dick still getting attention despite the violent orgasm moments ago. You hear him beg in between your lips, unsure whether he wants you to stop or give him more. When he glides his hands up your back, you understand that he wants to make things more intimate, so you console him.

"My lovely toy, you asked me to play with you. Are you already done playing? Should we stop?"

"Not stop. Just a break. Please, let me recover for a few minutes. That was the hardest orgasm I've ever had; it was almost painful."

"Almost? You weren't in pain, kitten?" Shocked, as you often leave your victims in tears with their first orgasm, you halt all movement to look at him.

"N-no. It only stung for maybe a second. I'll be ready again in a few minutes. I'm sorry I need to recover."

Running a hand through his hair and removing the strands that stick to his forehead from the sweat, you admit, "Don't apologize, Mingi. You're stronger than I expected. Most men are in tears already. I'm amazed, not upset."

Sure enough, his grip loosens after only four minutes of waiting, and he asks you to move again. Despite the intensity of his previous orgasm, he still wants more. With a smirk, you understand why he called you for himself, even if he didn't quite know himself.

As the night continues, you earn three more orgasms from the beast of a human, following the same cycle of rest between them. Not a single tear falls from his eye, and you find yourself full before you can completely exhaust him. Due to this, you aren't allowed to return to hell to seek out another victim, so you decide to help each other out by continuing your service with him as a demon contract rather than your typical succubus call.

Now tethered to him until he wishes to release you, you find yourself itching in anticipation for the nights to come - something you've never expected to do with a simple human. But, he's clearly not just a simple human, not with that libido and stamina combination.

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jesterwriting · 6 months

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pairings: angel!sanji x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k words

contents: smut, divinity kink, blowjob (m receiving), pet names used for reader: little lamb and dove, reader calls sanji ‘my lord’

note: thought too hard about worshiping sanji and this happened. my first time writing for divinity kink so bear with me if it reads a little odd. if you have any questions as to why sanji’s angelic robes are so slutty its because i think itd be hot. enjoy my lovelies <33

playlist: your blood - aurora

There was a shrine built in your bedroom, made for no one and inhabited by one. He found shelter within it, and while you could fault him for his bad taste, you were too fond to try.

It was a dusty old thing. Atop a small side table sat a goblet you filled with moon water daily. A stick of half-burnt sandalwood incense was beside the cup, accompanied by several clear quartzes you had for no reason other than finding them pretty. A cookbook was open to a page about risotto and a bit of ash from the incense stained the paper. You had read on how to make an altar for worship, but not what to do when something made its home there.

His name was Sanji, or at least that was what he told you to call him. His true name would cause your eardrums to rupture if you ever heard it, even if, apparently, it wasn’t much to brag about. Personally, you thought that if you had a name that held so much holiness within that it would make any mortal who heard it bleed from their eyes, you would be a bit of a braggart. Though, you supposed that was why Sanji was an angel and you weren’t.

You kneeled before his altar, hands clasped in prayer. While you knew all it took was the barest whisper of his name and he would appear, you wanted to show him how much he meant to you. Since the day he appeared, bathed in a heavenly glow, golden hair and blue eyes glimmering beneath his halo, your every wish was granted. Your food tasted divine, your days were kissed by the sun, and your dreams were always pure. To have earned the favor of someone so holy for nothing in return made you feel a little spoiled. Today, you decided that you would give Sanji a gift in return. Something only a human could give him.

“You called for me, my dove?” Sanji’s soft tenor echoed through your head, a choir of voices all singing together to form one. You shivered under the weight of it. Gentle, he brushed the tip of his index finger against your chin and tilted your head upwards until you met his eyes. “I told you once before, there is no need to prostrate yourself to make me appear. You have me at your beck and call.”

That was the problem. You wanted to worship him. To fall to your knees at the sight of him, to bask in his holy light, and give him the full weight of your attention. The attire he wore did wonders for your imagination. A pure white gown with a slit that ran from his leg all the way up to his hip, revealing golden bangles hanging along his thighs. His arms were adorned with jewels and chains, all of which ran together to create a harness across his chest. Oh, how you dreamed of pulling him towards you, fingers tangled within it, to press his holy lips against yours. Sanji’s wings fluttered behind him, a nervous gesture — it still surprised you that an angel was capable of feeling nervous of all things — and you felt your lips twitch.

Still on your knees, you shuffled closer to him until you rested your cheek against his thigh. You gazed up at him, the picture of innocence, and even then you could see the stirrings of lust darken Sanji’s expression. He wasn’t as pure as he made himself out to be. His eyes lingered on your bare skin and his fingers trailed across the small of your back when he passed you, more than once. Maybe that was why an angel found his way into your dingy little apartment. Heaven had no need for a pervert.

A shaking hand found its way into your hair.

“My lost little lamb,” Sanji murmured.

With a small breath, you lowered your head to place a chaste kiss to his knee. “And I need you to guide me.”

You felt him shiver above you, his hold on the back of your head tightening ever so slightly. Raising yourself high, you placed open mouthed kisses along the length of his thigh, your tongue running across the cool metal that decorated his skin.

Sanji groaned, his free hand going to cover his crotch. “Sweet, sinful dove, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“I do. Let me worship you, my lord.” You muttered between kisses, growing closer and closer to his clothed heat. His cock was erect, barely hidden by the thin fabric that covered him. You looked up at Sanji from beneath your eyelashes to see that a beautiful pink blush covered his face, and a thin trail of blood trickled from his right nostril. His breathing hitched when he looked down at you.

With a sweet little smile, you pushed aside his gown to reveal his already weeping cock. It glowed with the same heavenly light as the rest of him, and you were certain that you found the holiest part of him right then and there. Your mouth watered at the sight. With your tongue, you trailed a wet line along the underside of his cock before you pressed a dainty kiss to the head. Sanji let out a chorus of moans that went straight to your core. You pressed your thighs together to get a little bit of relief from the insatiable heat.

His hand trailed from the back of your head to cup your cheek. “Look at you, so needy for me already. Come now, lamb, let me take care of you.”

You shook your head before you wrapped your hand around his cock. Sanji bit his lip as his dick throbbed against your palm.

“No, my lord—” His cock pulsed again at the title, and you caught the drops of precum that dribbled from his cockhead with your thumb, smearing it along his length— “Tonight, I worship you. Tonight, I give thanks for all the prayers you have answered and the wishes you have granted. I want to show you the pleasures that only a human can give.”

Sanji’s eyes softened, even as he bit his lip from the slow strokes of his dick. “I could never deny you. Not now, not ever.”

With that, you took his divine cock between your lips. You swirled your tongue around the tip, swallowing the salty-sweet taste of his essence as it leaked into your mouth. He tasted like cinnamon, so unlike any other man you’d had before. Sanji groaned, fingers tangling in your hair.

“Yes, my dove, worship me just like that,” He said, rocking his hips forward and pushing himself further down your throat. You gagged, esophagus constricting around his dick, making Sanji throw his head back and cry out. It made you want to take him deeper. Before you could try, Sanji pulled himself out of your mouth, a string of saliva still connecting you to him. His pupils were blown wide with lust, almost blocking out the blue of his eyes entirely. “Are you alright? Was I too rough?”

“You were perfect,” You said before swallowing him whole.

Not expecting it, Sanji couldn’t help the moan that spilled from between his lips. It sounded heavenly, like music to your ears. You would never grow tired of Sanji’s beautiful noises, encouraging you to take him deeper. Spit dripped from your chin as you continued your sloppy ministrations, Sanji’s thighs twitching beside your head as he fought to keep from thrusting into your mouth.

“Yes… Oh, my lamb, where did you learn to do such dirty things, I can’t take much more,” Sanji babbled above you. “I don’t want this to end.”

His brow furrowed, nose wrinkled in concentration as he fought to keep from cumming. You tapped his hip, and looked up at him, pleading for him to finish with your eyes. Sanji was breathing heavily as he stared down at you, his cock disappearing between your lips.

“Y-You want my blessing, dove? Are you willing to take all of it?”

You nodded.

“Oh, may Heaven forgive me for this si- Ah!”

Sanji’s dick pulsed as he pumped hot ropes of cum down your throat. You swallowed every last drop while he rode out his orgasm, unable to keep from thrusting ever so slightly into your mouth. Playing with one of the golden bangles on his thigh, you removed yourself from him with a slick ‘pop!’ a coy smile playing on your lips.

“That’s my favorite method of prayer, you know,” You said.

Sanji let out a small breath of air, still trying to gather himself in the wake of his orgasm. “If I had known that, I would have begged you to pray to me months ago. For now, though…” Sanji trailed off, the heat in his gaze making you shiver. “I want to hear what sinful noises you’re capable of making, little lamb.”

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #sanji x yn #sanji x you #.jesterwrites

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brittscafe · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 27

Kinktober Day 27: Soft sex, Jugram Haschwalth x female reader.

Jugram loves to be soft and romantic with you. Especially, after he hasn't seen you in a few weeks since he's so busy being Yhwach's right hand man.

You walk inside your shared bedroom, dim with candles around the room and rose petals along the ground and bed. Your eyes widen and a smile tugs on your face.

Jugram stands in front of your bed, his warm blonde bangs tucked behind his ear, dressed in his usual uniform.

"Hi, my love," Jugram greets you with a warm, tender smile. You gaze up at his pale face and return the kind smile.

"Hi, what's all this?" you ask as he slowly stalks over to you. Your heart rams against your chest and Jugram's eyes are soft, filled with warmth.

"Well, we haven't seen each other in a few weeks. I want to have a nice night with you," Jugram explains and your heart fills up with happiness.

You love the way Jugram can be so sweet and kind. He thoughts are planned out and nice.

Jugram reaches out his bare hand and cups your cheek, thumb grazing along your skin. His touch pricks the hair up along the back of your neck and you lean into his touch.

"I've missed you dearly," you express and Jugram's lips tug into a tiny grin.

"Allow me to express how much I've missed you," his voice is husky, sending a chill down your spine. Jugram dips his head down, closing his eyes and capturing your lips.

Your body becomes warm in his touch, lips pressing together. His blonde eyelashes tickle your cheeks as the kiss grows deeper, lips meshing together.

You're the first to pull away, quietly inhaling sharply for air.

"Yhwach has been working you hard, my love. Are you sure you're up for this?" you ask softly, seeing the tiredness behind his forest green eyes.

Jugram tilts his head to the side, a faint smile along his face. He appreciates your concern for him, but he is more than just fine.

"I can assure you that I am perfectly fine, my dear," Jugram speaks softly and you nod your head. He presses his hand slightly deeper against your cheek, tilting your head up and exposing your bare neck.

His eyes fill with hunger, his mouth watering. Jugram lowers his head to your neck, peppering it with wet kisses. Your hands reach out and grab onto the long sleeves of his uniform, steadying yourself.

A soft moan leaves your lips as Jugram's lips suck and nibble on your sensitive skin. Jugram snakes an arm around your waist, hand flattening against your lower back and circling you in closer to him.

Your eyelids flutter half closed, tiny waves of pleasuring shocking your body. Jugram's long blonde hair, tickles your neck and any bare part of your upper body.

Jugram's hand falls down from your cheek, working on undoing his green belt. His golden belt buckle jiggles as he pulls the belt off his body and tosses it on the ground.

Your hands tug on his trench coat, slowly pulling it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the ground. Jugram pulls you even closer, your breasts pressing up against his now, bare chest.

"Jugram," you whisper out and he pulls away from your neck now covered in red and slightly purple marks. His eyes meet yours as you run your hands over his slim upper torso, feeling every one of his muscles.

"Let me take care of you, angel," Jugram whispers, hands gripping onto the hem of your shirt and tugging it over your head. Your heart skips a beat and you nod your head.

You don't know how to control your heartbeat when Jugram is so soft with his words and calling you such sweet pet names.

Jugram's hand runs down the middle of your chest all the way down to where your pants are. You squeeze your thighs together, just the thought of his fingers being so close to your core make you wet.

His hand travels up from your lower back to where your bra is clasped in the back. You don't even notice him unclipping your bra and sliding it off your skin until the cold air hits your bare breasts.

Jugram's eyes glisten in the dim lighting, admiring you with such hunger. His cock grows hard inside of his boxers at the sight of you.

You're so beautiful and stunning.

Your eyes lock onto Jugram's hand, ever so painfully slowly taking off your pants. He tugs them down your thighs that are sticking to them and down your ankles.

Jugram captures your lips with a heated kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth and easily dominating yours. Jugram's hands grip onto your hips and push you back.

You let a tiny yelp as you sink into the mattress and Jugram's weight presses down on you. Jugram presses his hands on the mattress near your head, holding himself above you.

His knee is positioned in between your thighs, dangerously inching closer and closer to your dripping core. You press your clothed core to his knee, being relieved from the pressure.

Jugram hand travels from your stomach to your underwear where he slowly pulls it down. His eyes widen at the huge wet spot on the crotch of your underwear.

"Oh, you're so wet for me, my angel. I'm sorry I've left you unattended for so long," Jugram huffs out, thumb rubbing circles against your throbbing clit.

You squirm against him and moan as if you've never felt a man's touch before. Jugram dips his head down, leaving a trail of kisses on your stomach up to your breasts.

His lips wrap around your nipple, feeling the bead grow hard inside of your mouth. His free hand runs up your side and squeezes your other breast.

"Mhm! S-shit, Jugram," you hiss out, bucking your hips forward as his thumb firmly presses down on your clit. You wrap an arm around his shoulder, your hand flattening against the nape of his neck.

Jugram releases your nipple with a wet pop, lifting his head up and his narrow eyes meeting yours.

You clench around nothing, whimpering. The way he's got you trapped underneath his hot gaze makes you even more turned on.

"Tell me what you want, my dear," Jugram urges you on, thumb rubbing over your nipple.

"I-I want you inside of me. Please," you beg him, unable how much longer you'll be able to take him pressing down on your clit. A grin tugs on Jugram's face and he pecks your lips softly.

Jugram doesn't hesitate to discard of the rest of his his clothes, his pants and boxers discarded with the rest of his clothes scattered on the ground.

You lift your head up, gazing at his hard, long cock. Jugram takes his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times. You bite on your bottom lip and Jugram gazes down at your pussy.

"So wet for me, angel," he whispers huskily, fingers teasing your pussy folds. You're practically dripping out of your hole at this point, your eyes screaming at Jugram to just fuck you.

He hooks one of your legs around his hip, bringing himself even closer. Your jaw drops open as Jugram slowly pushes his raging tip inside of your aching hole.

A gasp rattles your body as Jugram slowly slides his length inside of you. Jugram hand runs up your arm and his fingers interlace with yours.

He presses your hand into the mattress, groaning as he finally bottoms out inside of your pussy. Jugram hangs his head low, his nose resting against yours.

He brings his free hand up and cups your cheek, gazing deeply into your eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asks and you nod your head, unable to form words from the pressure building up inside of your stomach. Jugram lightly taps your cheek and you meet his gaze.

He needs words from you or he won't continue. He has to know that you're okay.

"I'm fine, Jugram. If you stay like this any longer I might go crazy," you warn him, giggling. Jugram smiles warmly and nods his head.

Your cheeks are boiling and your toes are curling from the sweet praises being whispered into your ear as Jugram's hips meet yours.

His hold on your hand is soft yet tight. He's groaning and moaning into your neck, giving your hand a light squeeze. The sound of skin against skin filling the room, fueling something deep inside of Jugram.

His cock fits inside of you so perfectly, walls clenching around his length. The head of his cock hitting that sweet spot each time he thrusts inside of you, his hips meeting yours.

Your moans grow louder and louder, filling the room. Your grip on Jugram's neck is harsh, fingers digging into his skin. His hand is still latched onto yours, never daring to let go.

"O-oh, I'm close, Jugram," you moan out, your jaw going slack, sounds of pleasure spilling out. Jugram hips relentlessly smack into yours, his pace slow and sensual.

Each time, he leaves his cock inside of you for a moment before pulling out and pushing in again.

Jugram's eyes meet yours as you pant heavily. "I know," he mumbles out, hips meeting yours. A loud moan leaves your lips as your thighs tremble and the knots in your stomach come undone.

Your cum spills out of your stuffed hole, dripping onto the base of Jugram's cock.

"There you go, my love. You did so well," he groans out, eyelids fluttering closed. He clenches his jaw, unsure how much longer he can hold out.

Jugram doesn't cum inside of you often, he's a gentleman and prefers not to cum inside of your pretty pussy. Although, he loves to, but he would never go against your wishes and hates to make a mess.

A gleam of sweat glistens over Jugram's face as wet sounds arise from his cock sinking in and out of your pussy.

"Y/n, may I?" he pants out. You glance over at him, knowing exactly what's he asking by the desperate look on his face. He's barely holding himself together.

"Of course," you nod your head, your breasts jiggling with each sharp thrust. Jugram lowers his face to yours, lips grazing over yours. He moans loudly into your mouth, thick ropes of cum filling up your hole.

He continues to thrust sloppily inside of you, before stopping all of his movements. His muscles are aching as he's been holding himself up for a long period of time.

Your heavy breaths mix together and Jugram rests his forehead against yours. His cum mixed with yours start to drool onto the bedsheets and your thighs.

Jugram presses his lips to your forehead as he pulls back his hips, slowly sliding out of you. He hisses slightly when the air hits his soft, sensitive cock.

His blonde hair hangs down onto your face and your nose scrunches up when it tickles you. Jugram sinks down onto the mattress besides you, turning onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow.

His eyes gleam over your body and he reaches out, his hand grabbing your face and pulling you closer. Jugram reaches for the cloth he set aside on the bed just in case.

"Are you okay, my dear?" he asks with a tender voice, running the cloth along your sticky thighs. You smile warmly and nod your head.

"I am more than okay, Jugram," you assure him and he chuckles deeply.

"I shall never leave you unattended for so long again, my love," he presses a soft kiss to your lips, intending for that to seal his promise.

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hina-hina · 1 year

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Keegan x reader whose just as quite as he is?👁👁

My first Keegan request!! So exciting!! This was super cute, thank you for requesting!! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

This post is so late guys, I had to fight with my java program all day for class. Some general headcanons are going to be mixed into this one. This one is also kind of short, sorry!! I'll do more Keegan content in the future, I promise.

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|| Keegan With a Quiet S/O ||

Tags: Fluff, General Headcanons, Soft, Short and Sweet, Established Relationship

Warnings: None

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

Keegan is known for being extremely quiet

It served him well in the military and especially during his time with the Ghosts

However, whenever he was off-duty, there was never really an off switch to this behavior

He is very prone to accidently sneaking up on people

So when he met you and realized you did the same thing, he was quite amused

But then he became more intrigued when he realized he couldn't sneak up on you

Not that he didn't quietly enter a room, just when he finally made himself known you were never frightened by him

Then you telling him that he makes you feel safe so why would you ever be scared of him

And I imagine he is more of a laughy type when flustered

But now onto other headcanons

He would prefer a partner that's more quiet I think because he likes to relax in silence a lot

I imagine that he likes listening to music a lot, so he would want to do that with you

Imagine cuddles with him while some soft music plays and you laying on his chest to hear his heartbeat (/▽＼)

I think he would like writing

Imagine him writing you love letters

The two of you are just content to be in each others presence

You don't need to always be filling gaps of silence because it never feels awkward between the two of you

Probably not big on pet names but will slip up and call you one every now and then

Would teach you how to better protect yourself

He would be the type to silently do things for you, often without your knowledge and without expecting anything in return

I also don't see him liking PDA that much

But being alone with him, he is incredibly affectionate and touch-starved

Very observant

Would keep track of things you like or want and then get them for you later

Imagine quiet early mornings with him where neither of you want to get up

Whenever he comes up behind you, he would gently put his hand on your lower back or waist to let you know he was there

Very good listener

If your really forgetful and lose things a lot, he always knows where they are

If you want to go out on a date, he prefers quieter settings

Likes ruffling your hair

Is a human heater

Likes to go on walks with you

All in all, after doing what he does for work, he loves to come home and just be with someone and exist for a while

And who can blame him honestly?

Thanks for reading!

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delinquentfiction · 2 months

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A Night of Pampering With Vil

Content: Vil x Reader, fluff, spa day, romantic, kisses, pet names (Darling, Kitten, Petal, Dear), no use of y/n

Tw: None

Word count: 1140

You knocked politely on the imposing dorm door, practically vibrating with excitement. Today was a self-care Saturday, as Vil had dubbed your regular bonding sessions of indulgent relaxation. And you were more than ready to soak in his pampering aura.

"Come in darling, I'm just finishing up in here!" Vil called melodically.

Pushing open the door, you were immediately greeted by a heavenly aroma of rose scent wafting through the lavish lounge area. Soft classical music floated through hidden speakers, soothing your soul. But your attention was stolen by Vil emerging from his spacious bathroom, clad in a silky robe with damp hair tousled fetchingly.

How Neige was considered more beautiful than him you couldn’t figure, especially in moments like this. Fuck, the man looked like he was sculpted by the angels themselves. You hated how sometimes the blonde watching his figure so closely meant that you had to give up some simple pleasures, especially in the beginning, but clearly the work works out. If only the french fries and small bags of chips you would sneak didn’t taste so good. If only they didn’t taste better when you sneak them.

"Come here kitten, let me get a look at that lovely face of yours." He cooed, taking your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger to tilt your visage this way and that under scrutinizing eyes.

Vil hummed in approval. "Good, no unsightly blemishes to speak of. Now, have a seat and I'll fetch my supplies."

You giggled, obediently perching on the plush chaise lounge. Moments later Vil reappeared with an armful of ornate bottles and tubs, laying them out ceremoniously on the coffee table before you. His nimble fingers got to work smoothing aromatic creams and serum into your skin, massaging deftly. You melted into his touch with a contented sigh.

Next came a clay mask infused with calming scents, mixed fresh for optimal potency. Vil expertly applied the cool mixture, sculpting it to your features in sweeping strokes. Gingerly tapping your nose, he winked. "All done darling, now just ten minutes for it to work its magic. We'll chat and sip tea, yes?"

Vil set about preparing a luxurious pot of rooibos with honey, chatting idly about the latest campus gossip during the wait. Before long he proclaimed your mask fully cured, carefully peeling it away to reveal radiant skin beneath. You gasped - already you felt rejuvenated on a deep level.

"Simply stunning, as I knew you would be, my petal." Vil praised, cupping your chin affectionately.

A brush of his thumb along your lower lip set your heart skipping, though the moment passed as he began applying rich lotions to lock in moisture. With finishing spritzes of setting mist, you were left the picture of pampered bliss.

"Now for the pièce de résistance!" Vil declared dramatically, rising in a flourish.

He returned promptly with an armful of silky fabrics, laying them out like pieces of a puzzle atop his sumptuous canopy bed. Selecting two options, he held them up for your inspection. "The emerald shall bring out the gorgeous azure of your eyes darling, but the rose quartz may better suit your rosy complexion. Decisions, decisions..."

You considered briefly before gesturing to the rose, touched by his care in selecting colors flattering your features. Vil beamed, gathering the garment to hold against your form appraisingly.

"Exquisite choice as always, now let's get you dressed." He hummed, helping you slip into the floating silk robe and sneaking a delicate kiss on your shoulder. It was light, but you felt it and it caused a slight heat to grow on your cheeks. With nimble fingers he tied the sash, smoothing the fine material over your shoulders. "Gorgeous, simply gorgeous, my petal."

Stepping back, Vil admired his handiwork before setting to styling your hair. Gentle brushes and delicate braids worked your locks into an elaborate updo, stray curls artfully framing your face. Finally, he applied the barest touches of makeup to accentuate your natural beauty - pink balm to plump your lips, wisps of shadow to make your eyes pop.

Spinning you to face the full length mirror with a flourish, Vil gazed proudly over your shoulder at the vision before you both. "My dear, you take my breath away. Come, let's bask in the glow of your allure together, shall we?"

His arm settled around your waist, pulling your back against his robust chest as you admired your reflection. With his chiselled jawline dusted pink and lustrous hair tousled roguishly, Vil was quite the statuesque specimen himself. Turning in his hold, you wrapped your arms around his neck in thanks.

Vil murmured your name affectionately, leaning in to brush featherlight kisses across your forehead, cheeks and nose until you were both breathless with giggles. His arms tightened around your waist, looking deeply into your eyes as if searching for something. Your breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze.

But the moment passed as Vil reclined gracefully against mountains of satin pillows, patting the space beside him invitingly. You readily cuddled into his side with a contented sigh, idly tracing patterns on his chest through the gauzy robe as relaxing melodies washed over you both once more. The blonde at one point delicately holds your cheek and stares into your eyes once more, however he didn’t seem to be looking for something. He seemed to have found it and leaned down while you allowed your eyes to flutter closed and the warmth of his lips met yours for a good minute or so before breaking the contact. You shyly smile at him before hiding your face back in his robe. The heat in your face was sustained by his larger hand tangling its fingers with your own.

You felt his chest rise and slightly hum as he spoke once more, “My petal, your newly found radiance and confidence over time together has seemed to captivate even myself. Might I have the honor of courting you properly?”

If you had given a verbal response, you think you would just end up shouting the answer. So instead, you nod, a big smile creeping onto your face. He lifted the hand he had been holding and placed a kiss on the back of it. You could feel his smile against your now softer skin. “Wonderful, my dear. Now get some beauty rest so you don’t get demoted to potato again.”

Hours passed by like this, basking in each other's company as the sunlight slowly waned outside. Such pampering self-care sessions had become the highlight of your weeks spent amidst the hustle of school. But nestled securely in Vil's capable arms while his digits toyed with your hair, you thought maybe you found something even more soothing than any skincare ritual or carefully crafted ensemble. For here, you felt beautiful inside and out.

#twisted wonderland fanfic #twisted wonderland #twst vil #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #admin bear #fluff #fanfic #spa day

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synnamonroll666 · 6 months

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Hungry Little Kitten

Prompt 22: Pet Play Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: After coming home from a stressful day at work, you unwind by giving your little pet a much needed treat... Warnings: Pet Play, Sub!Syzoth, Dom!Reader, Master Kink, Pet Names, Alot Of Neck Kissing, Implied Oral... Word Count: 669 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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Finally returning home after a long day, I took off my coat and hung it on the rack as I released a whistle into the air. And only a second later, I heard the sound of a bell getting closer and closer to me from the other room. Syzoth quickly stepped into the kitchen with a big, heartwarming smile on his face.

"Master!" He greeted me cheerfully as he wrapped his arms around me tightly while nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too, kitten." I chuckled, amused by his excitement as I embraced him in return. Moments later, I pulled away and ruffled his hair playfully, earning a cute little laugh from the Zaterran.

I eyed him up and down and smirked to myself as I studied all of his heavenly features and his perfectly toned body. He was completely naked other than the black leather collar that he wore around his neck with a little silver bell attached to it, even breathing shifting the leather slightly against his skin.

The sight made my mouth water, and my smirk broadened when one thing in particular caught my eye: his cock was hard and twitching ever so slightly with need between his thighs.

"Are you hungry, kitten?" I asked as my voice dipped into a low and seductive tone. His lime eyes lit up with excitement, and his shaft did a happy little wag.

"Yes, master!" He answered as his cute little smile grew wider, leaving adorable dimples in his cheeks and little lines under his eyes—features I loved so much about him.

I grabbed him by the collar, earning a soft little grunt from him before I pulled him in the direction of the living room. Stopping him at our soft recliner chair, I sat down before patting my lap a few times to coax him to sit with me.

He obediently sat on my lap and I ran my fingers through his soft hair to lure him into a false sense of security. Then I dug my digits into his locks, making a tight fist and pulling his head back hard, exposing his neck to me. I dragged my tongue up its length, lapping up some of the warm, delicious sweat that had gathered there.

He moaned in pure delight as my lips claimed him and began peppering wet kisses all over his throat, making him shudder as if there were a chill in the room. But there was no chill. No, the room felt hot like a furnace—so hot that I was dying to get my clothes off. I knew that he was to blame for that intense feeling, and I was going to make him fucking pay for it.

"M-Master—" He struggled to speak as my lips and teeth continued to tease his warm, tender flesh. "Master, I-I'm s-s-still hungry."

I pulled away from him after a few more seconds of teasing to see him giving me the sad doe eyes. I heaved a sigh before nudging his hip with my hand, giving him the hint to get off of me. After he stood up, I lifted my ass off of the seat to slide my pants and panties down my legs. Syzoth's hungry eyes watched my now exposed sex as he licked his lips impatiently like a hungry little kitten.

"Ok, kitten! It's dinner time!" I called out to him after throwing my pants and underwear on the floor and lowering myself back down onto my seat.

His eyes lit up with excitement again, sparkling like diamonds, as they usually did when he got what he wanted. Though I'd never admit it to him, I loved to spoil my little kitten. He got down on his knees, lowering his head between my thighs. I felt his warm breath fanning my most sensitive area, and my head lulled back against the headrest as my eyes fluttered shut while I waited for his tongue to finally claim me.

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#mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mortal kombat reptile #mk reptile #reptile #reptile x reader #mortal kombat syzoth #mk syzoth #syzoth #syzoth x reader #kinktober 2023 #SinnamonsSpicyFics

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currentlyprocrastinating · 2 years

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General 2 and love 12 for the ask game :D also you can pick whether you want to answer for Squirrel or Pilot :3 or maybe both? 👀

oooh, thank u for ur questions! 🖤🖤✨️👀

General 2 — Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Love 12 — What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

General 2:

Definitely. Saeran made it happen — he really wanted it (for the experience, for fun, as a marker that the hardships of the AE were over and that everyone could truly begin to heal). Squirrel was indifferent, didn't even think about it until he said something, but she gladly agreed to it. It would make Saeran happy, after all!

I think Saeran would've previously debated with himself over what type of date he should suggest — whether it should be a taste of normalcy for him (and a return to it for her) or something more tailored and unique. He would eventually settle on the latter.

An afternoon garden walk. When the cold, late-fall day is at its warmest, and the sunlight turns golden by the end of the date, illuminating the warm colours of autumn. She gawks at their surroundings here and there; they point out fascinating things to each other. They come across some curious flowers, and he tells her all about them. They talk about this and that, anything that comes to mind. She complains a little about the bugs occasionally flying into her face, and he can't help but chuckle at her humorously (purposefully) exaggerated reactions.

They reach a resting point — a vista with an old sturdy bench. They sit down. The bench is cold and a bit damp; Squirrel makes a joking remark about it, and Saeran scoots closer to share his warmth. But it's more of a kind gesture, and they both know it; Squirrel is the walking heater of their relationship. She brings it up later, teases him for "being sneaky."

"You just want my warmth, don't ya? I see right through you~."

"Of course, my love." Like it was obvious; a soft, teasing smile. "I don't even need the sun when I'm with you."

Later, he opens his bag, revealing the food he brought. They have a light, early dinner, and spend most of it in blissful quiet. But soon, the sun dips lower, the air grows colder. It'll take a while to continue down the path and reach the bottom again, so Saeran suggests they leave now.

Just like on the way up, they hold gloved hands on their way down. Squirrel's fighting back a grin as she thinks back on the day. The date. How amazing Saeran is. She squeezes his hand; he tugs her closer. She promises herself that next time, she'll make him feel just as spoiled as she does.

Love 12:

Oh, all sorts of things, especially from Saeran. Y'all know the classics: my love, my angel, my sweet. A lot of highly affectionate, almost reverent terms. My goddess, sometimes, especially because it really flusters her (side note: he calls MC this once in his AE). Sweet things, things that show his admiration and adoration for her. Beloved, darling, sunshine, cutie, flower. He has two whole languages of words available to him; he uses whatever he can. He loves seeing her different reactions to each one.

Squirrel doesn't use them very often. She's just not used to it; beyond her cats, she's never been one for pet names (I did NOT intend that to be a pun lmao 💀). But she does have a few she likes to use with him: duckie becomes her go-to. Her friends and some of the RFA tease them a little for it, but after a while, she stopped caring about that and it started becoming more natural to use and to hear.

She also uses some of your more typical ones. The occasional darling or sweetheart. She uses sunshine on him, too. Has found herself calling him babe ironically. And she's started throwing out whatever pet name she can think of, even the most ridiculous ones, just to see how he'll respond. He always responds — either without batting an eye, or with an amused giggle or smile.

Pilot, well... She'll call him "your nice boy" to Squirrel, but that's about it.

[Questions are here!]

#mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi #ge saeran #squirrel bakken #mammonprotectionsquad #squirrel x saeran #ask game #mysme-rifters au #417 says stuff #pilot #cmc #my cmc

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lavendercitizen · 3 years

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𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Lee x fem!little!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and your Daddy take your weekly bath together!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, Minors DNI, no smut but; Ddlg dynamics, non-sexual nudity, pet names [angel, sweetheart, good girl, sweet thing], lots of fluff with a tiny bit of angst [mentions of past insecurity]

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

𝐀/𝐍: My first ddlg piece, it's not much (pure self-indulgence) and I'm still deciding on what ddlg means to me specifically + how I portray it, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyways💗 A psa that this is just another direction of fanfiction I'm exploring, it doesn't mean I will solely write ddlg fics!

“Daddy,” you giggle while watching him playfully bring the squeaky lion toy closer to you, ending the dramatic scenario with a gentle press of the small animal against your arm that is peeking out from under the bubbles.

You could feel the amused chuckle rumble within his chest while you were pressed against him. Relaxing further into him, you try to peer up at him without twisting your head, which ends up more as a headbutt against the sheriff's chest.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he exhales, grinning down at you before he smoothes a hand over your forehead, keeping you against him to lower his head and press a wet kiss to your crown; he stays like that for a moment, basking in the warmth. The smell of lavender fills the damp air. Lee would stay here forever if he could.

It took you a while to get used to bath time with him, not only because of the intimacy of being naked together in a non-sexual way, but also because it wasn't easy for you to let yourself be little around him at first.

Every alarm bell rang, and every wall had been up when he first tried to get you to relax, slip into that careless state of mind with him next to you. You were admittedly confused that he accepted you as you are, did not make fun of you in any way, nor left you self-conscious and overthinking.

It was hard, but over time you just got used to the fact that Lee was genuine and that he wanted to take care of you, have you be his.

You love him with your whole heart. And you are glad that you get to call him yours, especially right now as he is peppering kisses against your neck, making you loll your head to your shoulder in turn. The access this grants him is not left unappreciated, and he gladly pushes his soft lips against any unrevealed part of your neck.

“Daddy,” you whine, the neediness grows in you with every touch of his plush lips on your skin.

It gives him the greatest satisfaction to know he affects you like this. A smirk makes its way onto the sheriff's face, but he pretends like he has no clue what he's doing to you.

With a hum, he sinks a tiny bit lower into the tub and pulls you closer to his chest.

You wait for him to return to his previous activity to no avail.

An ache for him resides in you— his hands, much bigger than yours, all over you; When he holds your face in them, you feel like honey, melting in his embrace.

Linking your fingers with his, you bring one hand up to your flushed cheek. The warm water is only partially responsible.

You lean into the back of his hand, slightly moving your head from left to right, nestling into him.

“I love you, Daddy,” you whisper, a hushed exhale into the quiet of the humid room.

Lee's previous plan of teasing you a little falls short. He feels like the air got punched out of him, a shaky intake of breath audible. It never fails to take him off guard when you decide to show your love—gentle and unrelenting—for him.

It's like you know exactly what he's thinking, what he's feeling.

You turn around in his arms, innocently taking in your Daddy's expression. His mouth is slightly agape, steel blue eyes are fixed on you with an undiscernable expression. Leaning down, you rest your head in the crook of his neck, relishing in the feeling of his bare skin against yours.

Warm arms slowly resume their place around your naked waist, holding on a little tighter. “I love you too, angel.”

Though, soon enough the water temperature drops, and you let out an unsatisfied noise, realizing that you have to get out. Of course, Lee knows you like the back of his hand, and he too could feel the cold creeping up on him.

The both of you go through your usual routine of washing each other. Lee always pays special attention to your hair, and you always shower him in a few extra kisses.

“Come ‘ere, sweetheart.”

Lifting you up with his strong hands, he makes sure to be careful—the both of you are quite slippery—and places you down with a grunt, “There we go. Good girl.”

The big, fluffy towel he rubs you down with is your favorite, and when you're relatively dry, he wraps you in it, making sure you're comfortable and taken care of before he dries himself.

Now that you're seated on the edge of the bathtub, you admire your daddy, just as he often does with you. The sheriff is a sturdy man, his size, along with his badge, making him look threatening to anybody else— but not to you.

No, you adore your daddy and can't help but bite your lip in concentration as you watch him doing something normal like rubbing a towel along his strong arms.

But he hasn't always managed to stand this proudly in front of you.

Lee used to be quite insecure, shying away whenever you'd praise him for his looks, telling him how “Daddy is the prettiest!”, kissing his rosy cheeks every chance you got, and more than anything loving the soft feeling of his tummy against you.

Now, he revels in the attention, still a little disbelieving, but adoring the way you're so lost in your thoughts while your eyes are fixed on his towering form; you don't even register that he's coming closer.

The cold sensation of moisturizer being spread over your cheeks pulls you out of your thoughts, and you adjust your sight upwards to where your daddy was looming over you, gently smearing the lotion all over your face.

Grasping onto his towel clad hips, you tilt your head upwards, pressing your chin into his soft tummy and hum in satisfaction, eyes shut. Calloused fingertips smooth over your face, tilting it to make sure the lotion was applied everywhere.

“Daddy,” you mumble with a pout, feeling yourself grow sleepy.

“Just a moment, little one.” Lee finishes up quickly, knowing he still has to get you into some PJs for the night.

He disappears into the adjacent bedroom, quickly putting on a pair of briefs. Fishing one of his white shirts that are way too big on you, and a pair of panties, he hurries back to you.

Sleep already tugs at you, amplified by the exhaustion you feel after the bath, and when Lee practically manhandles you into the fresh garments, you tiredly slump against him.

“S'okay, sweet thing, Daddy's got you,” he murmurs quietly, and picks you up, carrying you to bed. The softness of the sheets almost immediately lulls you to sleep, but you fight to keep your eyes open; every minute with your Daddy is important to you.

Lee shifts as he gets comfortable and gently tugs you closer so your head is resting on his chest. You can hear his heart beating beneath your ear. The steady thumping sound is soothing— It's your reminder that he's real, and he is here. That's all you need to know, and as if to reinforce this knowledge you once more link your fingers with his, your left hand grabbing for his one that is resting on the blanket.

“Goodnight, Dada,” you whisper, burying your face further into his chest, pressing yourself as close as you can to him.

There's nothing else he needs. You are his world, and you're right here in his arms. Lee vowed to himself to take care of you until the end of his days. As he carefully caresses the apple of your cheek with his thumb, he gazes at the glow of moonlight on your relaxed features, and his own breathing slows, knowing that you are safe with him.

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elysianluv · 3 years

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content warning/s: i...don't know what this is i'm sorry 💔

a/n: folks exhibit a, here we have sera being a dumbass who can't decide on a single format because apparently that's a thing that requires overthinking now :/

PET NAMES! ft. fuegoleon, yuno, nozel, julius, william, yami, zora

✰ FUEGOLEON anything with "my" if you catch my drift 😌✨ "my love–" and "my precious–" and just the butterflies istg the man has no idea this shit is seriously dangerous for your heart 💔 and he's so obvious about too smfh, always has an arm resting lightly your waist and "have an excellent day, will you, my precious? for me," with a little smirk that suggests he knows exactly what he's doing, i promise he doesn't tho he's just fucking fine like that, how dare he, the bastard </3 if you want to return the favour call him your pretty boy, he'll get literal heart eyes, this simp 🙄💞 but real talk though, he's never been called pretty in like ever, and with the bright flush that'll cover his cheeks when he hears you, the way he shifts his weight and glances up to meet your eyes but lowers them the second you catch his gaze — literally gorgeous

✰ YUNO calls you by your name, or babe once you guys are more comfortable around each other. it's usually followed by the latter, something like, "(y/n), babe–" no i don't take criticisms, it's a classic and almost a reaffirmation that yes, he is dating a fucking deity like you. he thinks he isn't a simp but mans gets so soft whenever he's away from you, misses your presence always 💔 so whenever he's on missions / patrolling, soft!yuno will call you 'angel', that's how you know he's in his feels <3 you refused to call him anything other than 'honey', or 'hun' for the longest time and upon his asking why, answered, "hm? 's cause of your eyes, pretty boy," and he just. combusted. couldn't look in the mirror for a whole week without blushing so hard. that's his favourite pet name from you <3

✰ NOZEL loves calling you sweetheart 😳 he enjoys its domesticity immensely, and it's incredibly grounding in a sense. ahajhs no bc imagine him waking you up, his palm holding your face and eyebrows a little knitted as he tries to be as gentle as possible, his voice a roughened up and somehow deeper from sleep when he whispers, "come now, sweetheart, the day awaits," it's like yessir i'd wake up to that if it's 3am no i wouldn't but you get my point yes to nozel silva and early morning heart problems <3 shortens sweetheart to "my sweet," or takes a complete 180 and calls you 'princess' in the voice, but only in public because he's a tease like that smfh :/ likes to be called 'love' the most, will be seriously offended if you call him by name and give you the pettiest pout, congratulations you're dating a toddler 💔

✰ JULIUS he was running away from marx this one day and just grabbed your hand,,,took you to his favourite cafe and you guys had milkshakes with a fucking delicious bagel and this was your first date ❤️ you'd think he likes to stick with the classics but no, because apparently, "you remind me of all the finer things in life– like that bagel for example" he calls you his little bagel 😭💕 while you're just questioning your sanity because why tf do you find that romantic </3 for himself, he actually quite likes the simplicity in nicknames, and especially adores when you call him 'jules', loves their intimacy — except when you're talking about him rather than to him you always call him your husband, things like, "i'll take coffee and my husband will have a lemonade," and it drives him insane, he's grinning so large every time regardless of how long it's been and whether or not you're married at all,,,blushes like a teenager, yes he do 😳

✰ WILLIAM mister sir Gentleman™ strictly calls you "(y/n), darling," around others, but your name is forbidden from his lips in private and he will only call you "my love," because he thinks that sums up his genuine feels quite nicely and wants to constantly remind you that you're it for him — i have a hc that william absolutely loves dancing with you and will spin you around anywhere anytime, music or no music, and whenever you guys are dancing he instinctively calls you, "dearest," and it's the softest thing because whether it's your name, or a pet name, you can see him relax visibly when he speaks to you,,,10/10 best boy — from you, he's a hoe for the craziest nicknames and don't let anyone tell you otherwise,,,will melt 100% and probably propose if you call him 'cupcake' or your 'little snickerdoodle' even if it's a joke (pls i've never tried a snickerdoodle ever but i love that word wowzajsj brilliant) you might've noticed there's a dessert pattern there, yes that was intentional, call him sugar and i promise he'll sell his soul to the devil for you <3 don't ever call him "sweetheart" because his heart will stop. it will. i'm telling you don't do it do it i dare you

✰ YAMI unabashedly calls you princess. also — you're pretty sure it started out as a joke to rival his magic attribute, but this one time he was sitting on your bed while you stood over him, hand combing through his hair — you were raking your fingers through his front bangs so you could press a kiss to his forehead, his breath hitching before he gave you a little chuckle, "you're killin' me, sunshine" – yeah. it stuck. the butterflies will kill you one day good luck babes. oh, and the man will melt like an ice cube in fue's hand if you call him "captain," regardless of whether it's in a teasing tone or not, and "love" is lethal to his heart and will be the biggest weapon in your arsenal against him, do what you will with this information 😅✨

✰ ZORA calls you doll. dollface. manages to not look like a clown doing so, which is a skill in itself. i don't believe i can characterise him super well yet but this hill i will die on. fight me. will have a finger under your chin as he smirks, "a pretty face like that can't be single, will your boyfriend mind if i whisk ya away for a walk under the stars?" even if you've been together for ten years and it STILL drives you nuts. like sir. sir. 😳

[masterlist]

#fuegoleon vermillion x reader #yuno grinberryall x reader #nozel silva x reader #julius novachrono x reader #william vangeance x reader #yami x reader #zora x reader #black clover x reader #black clover x y/n #black clover x you #black clover #sera's fluff tag <3 #sera's crack tag <3

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kassandras-one-braincell · 3 years

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Kassandra x Fem!Reader - The Most Peculiar Wingman

Can be found on AO3 here.

Summary: You recently moved into a new flat and you’re hearing some rather unusual sounds from your next-door neighbour’s abode. You’re worried the mysterious woman next door is involved in something dangerous. Kassandra is worried that you’re the landlord about to bust her for her lease violation.

(Sorry if you don’t like coffee and/or you speak fluent Greek.)

Word count: 2568

Damn, you’ve lucked out with your new flat. The area is pleasant, the décor is tasteful – the windowsills could use a bit more greenery, but you’ll get to that – and the letting agent wasn’t a dick. Zero hassle with bills, minimal scuffs on the walls…it’s bizarre how simple your moving process has been.

But nothing can be perfect, can it?

Over the few days you’ve lived in your new home, you noticed some rather disconcerting sounds coming from the apartment next door. Nothing that disrupts your sleep, thankfully, although your post-unpacking nap was interrupted by a very loud thud against the thin wall connecting the two flats. Thumps, crashes and very disgruntled cursing in a language you can’t quite place tend to crop up in quick succession once or twice a day. Today, though, the odd sounds seem to be omnipresent.

The strange symphony is starting to get alarming; you’re beginning to ponder if the seemingly perpetually angry woman next door is involved in violence…or, forbid, organised crime? That would certainly explain the forceful thuds and grumbling. God, what if she manages to rope you into her shenanigans? What if she is armed?

After a loud bang and an exasperated “oh, fuck you” reverberates into your apartment, you decide to investigate.

Anxiously, you pop on some slippers and step into the hall, locking the door behind you (‘I’m not about to get robbed less than a week after moving,’ you think to yourself, ‘Oh, shit, I need to get insurance…’). Stomach churning with speculation, you make the arduous four-metre trek to your neighbour’s door. Biting your lip, you rap your knuckles against the wood.

A chorus of panicked shuffling echoes through the door, causing your throat to tighten. Footsteps sprint from one side of the room to the other, the sound of shattering ceramic shrill against the heavy thudding. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” the woman hisses, muffled by the walls, followed by some shushing and the rattling of something metal. Who is this woman, what the fuck is she hiding, why am I doing this—

Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing…oh, wow.

Your neighbour is an amazon.

Flawless bronze skin, chocolate hair strewn into an unruly braid, tall and shredded with lean muscle. Her eyes are a gorgeous tawny brown, the split second of alarm disappearing from her gaze, replaced by a sparkle that makes your heart hammer against your chest. Very kissable lips upturn into a charming smile, bringing your attention to a small scar above her upper lip quirking adorably. A deeper scar sits on her nose, and the pang of anxiety returns, but your eyes need only flicker back to hers and it melts away.

“You’re not the landlord,” she says with a rich accent and curious lilt. Your cheeks feel warm.

“Uhm, hi.” You fiddle with your thumbs, mouth suddenly dry. “Sorry, I moved in a few days ago next door. I just heard some loud noises and was wondering if everything was alright?”

Lips curving furthermore, she braces her arms on the doorframe above and, fuck, are they nice arms. Sun-kissed, bulging against her white t-shirt, three gnarly rings cutting into her right bicep that just scream to be touched. Is this her distraction tactic?

“Oh, sorry about that. I hope I wasn’t too much of a disturbance?”

When you finally pry your eyes from her arms, a tiny smirk registers on her handsome face. Bashful, you stammer, “No, it’s fine. But, uh, what caused it, if I may ask?”

The woman cranes her neck to scan the hall. “Can you keep a secret?”

Mob boss? Arms dealer? Axe murderer?

Clearly, your nervous speculations are apparent, because her eyes widen slightly. “Don’t worry, lovely, it’s nothing dangerous. I just have a pet bird.”

Breathing a shaky sigh of relief, you run a hand through your hair. Just a bird. Just a bird. Her face relaxes back into a casual smile. A fresh wave of warmth caresses your cheeks at the name she gave you.

Chuckling, you joke, “Must be one big bird.”

“He’s…an eagle.”

You blink back your shock. “How on earth did you manage to get a pet eagle?”

She laughs, the melody warm and addictive. “Poor fucker followed me all the way from Kefalonia. I didn’t have it in me to say goodbye, even if it violates the lease.” Her tone is affectionate, despite her less-than-endearing name for the bird. Pushing back from the door frame – hands flexing wonderfully while she does so – she gestures for you to step in. “Come and meet him, if you’d like.”

Everything about this woman is so inviting, you can’t help but gravitate into her apartment.

“I don’t think I caught your name?” you ask shyly.

“Kassandra,” she replies, flipping the ‘r’ in her buttery accent. “And what can I call you?”

Anything you fucking want. “(Y/N) is fine,” you manage, debating whether her flat is hot or your face is akin to a beetroot.

“That’s a lovely name. Suits you perfectly,” she winks. She saunters over to a shelf with a blanket hastily thrown over it. You can’t help but observe her firm-looking behind through her jeans. Kassandra tugs away the blanket, revealing a large eagle sitting grumpily in a cage. It remains put when she unlocks the cage, standing almost defiantly.

“Don’t be like that, Ikaros,” she chastises. The eagle – Ikaros – begrudgingly flies out of his confines, perching atop the sofa in the middle of the open-plan room. “He’s gentle, I promise.” You’re doubtful, but he isn’t making any sudden moves.

“He just likes winding you up?”

“Loves it,” she grins. “He’s a little bitter I put him on a diet since he was getting a bit fat. That’s why he’s been throwing some tantrums lately.”

You smile as she scratches the top of his head before heading to the kitchen. “Can I get you anything to drink?” Kassandra asks, giving you another heart-melting beam. “I have coffee, orange juice, I might have some tea somewhere—”

“Coffee would be nice, thank you.” She asks your preference and you state it, taking in the layout of her apartment. The place gave off a very homely, Mediterranean vibe, with warm colours and white furnishings. A few hand-painted ceramic vases were dotted about – maybe she did pottery – alongside some family photographs. Atop the dining table was a woven basket brimming with ripe fruits, as well as a laptop with a pile of messy papers next to it.

“Have a seat, get comfy,” she calls over the whirring of an expensive looking coffee machine. Shyly you take the chair by the unoccupied end of the dining table. Feeling nosy, you scan the documents by her laptop, but the handwriting was all in Greek.

A minute later, Kassandra joins you with a steaming mug in her hand. “Your coffee, madame,” she announces with a pantomimic bow, evoking a laugh.

“Merci,” you thank her. “How would I say that in Greek?”

“Efharistó,” she replies. You test the word hesitantly, wincing on the second syllable, making her laugh. “Not bad,” she chuckles.

“I butchered it.”

“Try it a little softer,” she smiles, lowering her voice, giving it a sensual cadence that made your head spin. Oh, she knows she’s attractive.

“Efharistó,” you border on whisper, gay little brain surging with the overwhelming instinct to do whatever she tells you.

“There we go!” The proud quirk of her lips is all you need to see.

Feeling your cheeks flush, you bring the coffee mug to your lips, hoping the steam from the beverage will help mask your fluster. You blow on the liquid and take a sip, immediately regretting the decision as you scorch your tastebuds, repressing the urge to hiss in favour of looking cool for the hot Grecian.

“Do you, um,” you start, ignoring the numbness of your tongue, “work from home?” You wave your hand at the paperwork by her seat.

“As often as my job lets me.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a museum curator,” Kassandra beams, evidently proud of her job. “A glorified history nerd who couldn’t be fucked with the extra academia, basically.” You snort against the mug, nearly spluttering coffee over her. Smooth.

“What time in history?” Her eyes sparkle at the question, passion shining through her irises.

“Mostly the classics, ancient Greece and Rome and all that. But I did my thesis on the evolution of weaponry.” You prop your chin up on your hand as she talks, eyes lazily focused on her lips. If not for the conviction in her tone, you would have zoned out and chased some daydream about kissing those lips. Kassandra reclines back in her chair. “Enough about me, though. Tell me about yourself.”

“You sounded really passionate, though. I don’t mind if you keep talking about your job.” God, you sound like a dizzy schoolgirl who’s hot for teacher. You scald yourself with another sip of coffee in reprimanding.

Kassandra’s eyes twinkle. “I don’t usually invite beautiful women into my home to ramble about cool swords.” You blush and set down your coffee.

The two of you talk for quite some time, getting to know each other, peppering in the occasional flirtatious remark. In her company, you somehow simultaneously feel comfortable and skittish. She’s so relaxed and easy-going, but her physique and seductive demeanour fills your stomach with butterflies.

An irritated squawk cut your conversation short.

Kassandra shoots Ikaros a look before turning back to you. “Sorry about him.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine, really. Damn… What was I saying again?” you ask sheepishly.

Squawk.

“Nevermind, I was probably babbling anyway,” you dismiss, sipping on your now cold beverage.

Kassandra chuckles softly. “Don’t be silly, you have the voice of an angel. You could read me the dictionary and I’d still be interested.” She probably said this to every woman she took a liking to, but you can’t bring yourself to care, far too flustered and feeling, for once, special.

Squawk.

Her eye practically twitches in anger as Ikaros flies over to the windowsill, makes unwavering eye-contact with his owner, and shits on the wood.

Kassandra looks like she wants to be euthanised.

“My god,” she mutters as you burst out laughing. She awkwardly rubs the back of her neck and grimaces, mouth parted as if trying to form some kind of apology for her eagle’s behaviour.

“I’m guessing you’re used to being the only one doing the flustering?” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

Her disgraced expression shifted back to a playful one. “If I say yes, do I sound like a whore?”

Grinning, you shake your head. “A little cocky, perhaps.”

“I’ll take cocky.” She winks and gets up. “Your coffee is probably cold, can I get you a fresh one?”

“Oh, no, thank you. I’m fine.”

“The finest,” she smirks.

“Real smooth,” you roll your eyes, smiling regardless.

Ikaros caws from the windowsill, as if mocking Kassandra’s advances. Once again, her effortless charm dissolves into a look of frustration. She grabs kitchen towels and a bottle of disinfectant from by the sink and walks over to the window, nudging the eagle so he’d move out of the way. “Maláka,” she groans, cleaning up the mess from the surface. “Μη μου το χαλάς αυτό,” she mutters to Ikaros, earning a confused look. Kassandra sighs. “Usually I wait until after the first date before introducing a beautiful lady to this little shit. That way people don’t immediately think I’m just a weird bird lesbian.”

Testing the waters, you remark, “I happen to quite fancy women with an affinity for animals.” You bite your lip and add, “And, well, you’re…very attractive.”

Smugly, Kassandra finishes disinfecting the windowsill and walks to the kitchen with a little more vigour, your compliment proving to be an ego boost.

Once again deprived of attention, Ikaros decides to flap over and join you at the table. Instinctively, you flinch as the large bird flies in your direction, but all he does is stare at you, trying to analyse the stranger in his home.

“Does – does he bite?” you ask, hesitantly standing up.

Kassandra discards the kitchen towel in the bin, washing her hands. “No, he’s very kind to everyone who isn’t me.” She flashes you a wicked grin. “I only bite when asked.”

Stammering, you choke on air, struggling to find a response. Ikaros gives her a disappointed look.

“Shit, too forward?”

You shake your head. “Not at all,” you blush. “I’ve just…never met anyone quite like you before.” Ikaros seemingly gives you a judgemental leer, and you swiftly find yourself adding, “I-in a good way, that is!”

“Oh?” Her brow is upturned, her interest piqued.

“It’s…exciting.” The eagle shuffles towards you and nuzzles your hand, apparently deciding you’re worthy of his affections. The dark feathers atop his head are surprisingly soft to touch. Smiling, you give his head a few pats, inhibitions to the wind when cute little coos vibrate from his throat. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“I think it’s adorable,” Kassandra says softly.

You look up. “Really?”

“Really.” She joins the two of you and plucks a damson from the fruit bowl, feeding it to Ikaros while you pet him. “You’re the loveliest person to have ever set foot in this building, that’s for sure.”

Ikaros cocks his head in agreement. His beady eyes meet yours, damson juice dribbling from his beak. Do it, he’s silently telling you.

Screw it, let’s shoot our shot.

You clear your throat, mustering up some courage. “Are you free next weekend?”

Kassandra beams amorously. “I was about to ask you the same thing,” she grins. “How does dinner sound?”

Fuck yes. “Really good,” you blurt out excitedly.

“There’s this great Persian restaurant a couple streets over. I’ll book us a table?”

You gasp, having seen the building on the drive when you were moving in. “The place with the garden and the pretty lights, right?”

“That’s the one.”

“Sounds amazing.” Red in the face and heart pounding, your eyes dart about the apartment, fearing that you’ll combust if you look at Kassandra any longer. They settle on Ikaros, who gently butts his head against your hand, almost like a fist-bump. “Well, uh, I have a home insurance company to ring up, so I should probably get going,” you stutter.

“I won’t keep you, then,” Kassandra says, a tinge of disappointment in her tone. Ikaros squawks sadly.

“Thank you for the coffee.”

“It was my pleasure. Thank you for staying,” she winks. The eagle coos in agreement. You give him one last pat before walking to the front door.

“Oh, before you leave, there is something you should know…” Kassandra calls, moving over to you. She delicately takes your hand, frying your brain, and leans down to your ear. You feel faint. Lowly, she whispers, “…Our Hermes guy likes to drop-kick our parcels.”

Snorting, you look up at her in disbelief. I mean, what was I expecting? A kiss? Get a grip, woman. Kassandra laughs at your expression. “Use the amazon locker down the road instead.”

“You’re amazing,” you murmur, grinning. “I’ll probably see you before next weekend, but bye, I guess?”

“Chaire,” she bids softly, opening the door for you.

When the door closes behind you, you let out a ragged breath, excitement coursing through your veins.

You are so glad you moved here.

( The Greek clause is meant to say "Don't blow this for me" but I used 5 different translators and all 5 came back with slightly different things and I sort of ip-dip-doo'd it and chose one at random...sorry. )

#kassandra of sparta #kassandra x reader #sapphic september #assassin's creed odyssey #modern au

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whumpzone · 3 years

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I was just wondering how Col would react if some people had to come to the house for some really important/necessary repairs or something. Like plumbers or electricians or construction workers. Imagine Col hearing strange men’s voices from his room, or walking around the corner and seeing a couple of large men who he’s never seen before talking to linden.

okay i absolutely LOVE this and here is a relatively fluffy thing fulfilling this prompt, but i might also write an angstier version because it would be so good!! thanks anon!

The plumber was a young man, not much older than Linden. He had dark hair tied back into a messy ponytail, up on the crown of his head. He introduced himself as Dom, his words softened by a Yorkshire accent. Linden directed him to the recently-broken boiler. He was just wondering where Col was, when-

“Oh, you’ve got a Pet!” Dom exclaimed, all attempts to seem professional failing instantly. Col stood, ramrod straight, in the hallway, and Linden pondered that the plumber’s obvious excitement might not translate to positivity in Col’s eyes. He certainly had an air of a deer, frozen, waiting to see whether to run or play dead.

Dom lowered himself onto one knee in front of the boiler, but kept his eyes on Col. He placed a hand on his thigh and raised the other towards Col, who watched it intensely.

“Uh, may I? He’s real cute.”

Col’s eyes flicked to Linden’s. It was only for half a second, but it was enough for Linden to gather what Col was asking him. “Sure, go ahead.”

“Hey, hey boy, come here,” Dom coaxed, and Col obediently approached, sinking to his knees and tilting his head downwards. An invitation.

Dom ruffled his hair and Linden could see the way Col pushed against Dom’s hand, full of gratitude and good behaviour.

“Aren’t you a sweet boy, hm? Yeah, a real nice doggy. My wife was thinking of getting one,” he said, turning to Linden. “To keep our daughter company. We both work long hours and I think a Pet would be nice, for her to come home to after school, you know?”

“Mmm, yeah,” Linden replied stiffly.

“We’d just have to make sure it’s a well behaved one, you know? How is yours?” Dom’s eyes ran over Col’s many scars, lingering on his burnt hand. “Uh, or if that’s too personal, don’t-“

“He’s new,” Linden said, a tad too quickly, but Dom’s features relaxed. Was that selfish? What do I care if this guy thinks I’m a sadist? But I do care, don’t I? “I’ve actually only had- uh, he only came here about a week ago. And so far it’s gone… really well. Yeah.”

“Aww, you’re new!” he said in his too-chipper voice, clearly reserved for Pets only. “You’re gonna be such a good dog, aren’t you? Nice friendly dog.”

Linden tried to hide his grimace as Col smiled under Dom’s hand. It wasn’t lost on him that Dom hadn’t bothered to ask for a name.

. . .

Pet felt like an ice cube, half-frozen in the fear of getting this right, and half-melting under the pure happiness of being petted and called a nice dog.

I can do this, I can do this, he thought, wishing as usual that he could just turn his thoughts off. Master is right there but it’s fine, he said it was fine, he if didn’t like it he’d put a stop to it, right?

Or would he let it happen, for the sake of politeness, then punish me after. Is this a test? Am I doing something wrong? He knows, he knows that this doesn’t change my loyalty to him, right?

The man lavished him in some more words of warm, mindless praise that even he could soak up, and then chuckled with an “all right then, let’s get on with this.”

Pet pulled himself out of his thoughts and took the hint, bowing his head a little in respect and scampering away.

He could see Master’s frown from the corner of his eye, he knew Master hated when he crawled, but Pet couldn’t bring himself to stand overthe human. It was completely wrong, maybe Master would understand and go easy on the punishment. But Pet knew he had disobeyed and that was worse than any feeling of right or wrong. He slunk into the living room, away from sight like a good dog, and let the waiting begin.

. . .

Dom finished up in only thirty minutes, and soon he was shaking Linden’s hand as he left.

“Thank you again, for coming on such short notice,” Linden said as warmly as he could.

“No sweat, maybe just leave me a good review online yeah?” Dom replied with a big smile, which Linden returned. “And, uh, any advice for having a Pet? One like that would be great, you know, a nice calm one.”

Linden pondered this, wondering how to condense years of anti-Pet sentiment and a genuine desire to rehabilitate Colton into something that a future Pet-owner might take on board.

“Just treat them kindly.”

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katmoonz · 3 years

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My Little Masterpiece

Pairing: Artist!Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: fluff, mention of reader feeling aroused, hints of sexual activity after this story but none included in the writing, pure fluff, use of pet names (if I’ve missed anything out feel free to let me know x)

Notes: this is different to what I usually write so it may be a little shorter than usual, I have an idea for another Artist!Sirius fic that I’m going to start writing in the next few days, (warning though, it’ll be pure smut)

“Grrrr” you hear, a paintbrush flies past your head. Sirius lets out an annoyed sigh and he starts to pace back and forth across your small apartment, his hands tugging on his hair in frustration.

You lower the book that you’re reading looking up at him from below your lashes. It wasn’t unusual for Sirius to end up frustrated at his work but it was rather odd for him to start throwing things. It takes another growl from your frustrated lover for you to put the book aside.

“Baby” you call from the couch, he doesn’t seem to hear you as he starts to rummage through his art supplies. you make your way over to him, standing behind him you put your hands on his shoulders, he jumps and turns to face you.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to get angry” he apologises, Sirius never likes to show anger around you as he wants to be your protector and not a feared figure, god knows he’s had enough of those for one lifetime.

Sirius wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest, he rubs your back gently.

You relax in his embrace, closing your eyes and letting out a relaxed sigh. You feel Sirius above you start to calm down, you reopen your eyes and look up at him. “Why were you so upset?” You ask.

Sirius pulls away from you, he wanders over to where his brush landed and picks it up, twirling it around his fingers he sits on the floor, his back against the couch. After a minute of silence he looks up at you, he pats the floor next to him signalling that you should sit next to him, you do so and lean against his shoulder.

Sirius lets out a sigh, he stops twirling the paintbrush and runs a hand over his face. “I’ve run out of canvases” he explains, “I could’ve sworn I had a spare but I can’t find it and it’s too late to go out to buy more”

There is a frown upon his face and you can’t help but feel sorry for him. Being as hyperactive and emotional as he is, he uses art as his outlet, if he doesn’t have that outlet it feels like his world is crashing down around him.

You try to think of a way to help him, he is right though it’s currently midnight and all of the art supply stores would have closed several hours ago.

As you desperately wrack your mind you think back to something he said a few days ago. You were coming out of the shower and hadn’t bothered wrapping a towel around yourself, Sirius being the sweetheart that he is had put down his sketchpad to pull your naked form into his lap, “mmm” he hummed into your neck, “you’re beautiful puppy, you’re a fucking masterpiece, I wish I could have you on display like this all the time”

Turning to look at Sirius’ lost face you make a decision, “I have an idea” you exclaim excitedly straddling his lap. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, “what baby?” he asks.

“You don’t need a canvas to paint on, you can just use me”

Surprised at your proposition he raises a brow, “Are you sure baby?”

You nod excitedly “please, I’m really bored and I hate to see you upset”

Cupping your face in his hands he places a gentle kiss on your lips “You’d have to lay on the floor love, I don’t think that paint on our bed is a good idea”

“That’s okay, I love watching you work so I don’t think it’d be that uncomfortable”

“Okay my little masterpiece” he pats your butt moving you off his lap before standing, he walks over to his paint before looking over his shoulder at you. “C’mon puppy strip”, you start to remove your clothes as Sirius gathers his supplies, he watches as you remove your panties and finally stand naked before him.

“Fuck” he whispers staring at your naked form, “would it be a cop-out to say that my painting is complete?” He asks

You giggle stepping forward and kissing him “I love you”

“I love you too pup, c’mon lie down for me” he points to a clear spot on the floor. You lay yourself down on the floor in your living room, Sirius stands over you with a palette in one hand and a brush in the other, he has a spare brush behind his ear. Biting his lip, he looks down at you before getting down to your level and straddling your waist.

His eyes scan your body for a second before he dips his brush into some paint and brings it down to your breast. The brush is cold and wet, you flinch at how unexpectedly cold the paint is, you quickly become used to it and you watch as his brush dips into the different colours. Your breath catches in your throat as the brush swirls over your nipples.

Instead of looking down at what he’s painting you watch his face. Sirius’ tongue is sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, he looks so calm and relaxed while running his paintbrush over the curves of your body. Out of your peripheral, you see flashes of blue.

The feeling of Sirius sitting on your waist pressing you down with his weight is very arousing, you feel your pussy start to dampen. Sirius’ curls are pinned up in a bun, a few strands have fallen out and they surround his face.

Sirius moves back, shifting so that he is now straddling your knees so that he can paint on your pelvis. Your pussy starts to throb slightly, you slightly move your thighs together to try and relieve the ache, he tuts “Don’t move puppy, we’re almost finished”

Sirius starts to bring the brush to your vulva, your breath starts to get heavy, staying still taking its toll on you as you want nothing more than to move his hand lower to play with your clit.

“Done”, Sirius leans back to admire his work, the soft glow of the overhead light is shining upon you as if you’re on a wall in an art gallery.

“Do you wanna see pup?” He asks, a twinkle in his eye. You nod enthusiastically, “yes please”

“Okay, give me a minute, I need a picture of my angel looking like a complete masterpiece” he walks back to his desk to grab a camera, standing over you being careful not to catch his shadow in the shot he takes a few pictures of you”

After returning the camera to the desk he leaves to wash his hands, before returning to you to get you off the floor.

Sirius stands over you and reaches out a hand to one of your own, he helps you get up off the floor before turning you to face the bathroom. Standing behind you he places his hands over your eyes and tells you to walk.

“C’mon baby, just a few more steps, no peeking” he guides you into the bathroom to stand before the mirror.

“Are you ready?” He asks excitedly. Without waiting for a reply he starts counting down “3...2...1…” he removes his hands and watches your face in the mirror as you take in his work.

“So?”

You gasp as you take in the different shades of purple and blue that have been carefully blended into your skin, he’d painted the night sky with a couple of different constellations. “it’s so pretty” you say in awe.

“Not as pretty as you m’love” he replies still watching you in the mirror

You turn around to look into his eyes, “no seriously, it’s incredible if only you’d done it on an actual canvas so that it could be put on a wall”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that, my masterpiece on a wall” he looks down upon your still naked body. “Y’know we might not be able to display it but there’s still a way to get it on a wall”

“How?” You ask, wondering what plan he’d come up with

Sirius presses a gentle kiss on your lips, pulling back when you try to deepen it. Grabbing your waist he turns you around to look at the shower, he leans into your ear to whisper “we need to wash the paint off and you deserve a reward for being such a good girl”

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vogueinnie · 3 years

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HEAVEN OR HELL ; part. 1 TEASER - PART 1 - PART 2 - (...)

━ WARNINGS ; demon!hyunjin, virgin fem!reader

if you feel uncomfortable with the mentions of religion, please don’t read this story cause there are a lot blasphem, mentions of Lucifer and Mammon (Lucifer’s son)

sex in a public place with people around (!!!), boots riding and boot licking, corruption kink, fear kink, humiliation (and not only in a sexual way), mention of animals hunting, reader is leashed, pet name (angel), manipulation, devilish creatures

this story will contains a lot of filthy and dirty things, the warnings are here to prevent you from anything that can trigger you. so please consider them carefully.

━ WORD COUNT ; 2.5k ━ NOTE ; here is the first part of my first ever serie! feedback are so welcomed so feel free to tell me anything about this story.

Since the end of time there were two worlds. Heaven and Hell. Humans fought over which world they would belong to for the rest of their lives. The good was offered the place of angels while the worst was going to be demons.

Luckily, you’ve always been good during your lifetime. You weren’t surprised when the paradise’s gates were all open for you. As an angel, your face has the softest features, most beautiful hair, and even your aura was a pretty pale pink tone. The purest one.

The Ladybug Garden. Your favorite Heaven’s place. It was the most peaceful garden, a place where you walked in every morning. The sun was shining, as usual, the grass was a bright green and all the flowers were colorful. You jump happily in the air, your bare feet stroking the grass every time you touched the ground. You laugh softly, feeling dumb for a moment to play alone in the middle of all this flora. But you were happy, truly happy to be here. And knowing that you’ll be there forever was comforting enough to make you even more overexcited.

You heard a sound behind a tree so, curious, you approach slowly to finally see one of your angelic friends splaying with a cute white bunny.

“Felix ! I didn’t know you were here.” The boy called Felix turns around with a big smile to wave his hand at you. He was so beautiful, his eyes were beautiful shades of light brown, his lips were as pink as a rose, his hair white, and his beautiful skin was dotted with almost glittery freckled. You’ve met years ago here, and since then you were inseparable.

You barely have time to join him that Seungmin interrupted the both of you.

And let’s say, his coming is never for good reasons.

Seungmin doesn’t belong to either of the two worlds. He’s not an angel, nor a demon. He’s what we call the neutrals. Only here for the needs of both worlds. Heaven and Hell have only one rule in common ; If one of their residents is doomed, then they must be replaced by a person from the opposite world. It’s the only way to balance the loss. And that’s probably why Seungmin is here today, cause he never comes for pleasure.

“Hey, Seungmin… Is everything ok ?” Felix asked, a little bit concerned.

“Y/N you need to come with me.”

You look at him blankly, your lower lip starts to tremble a little, you exactly know what it means. You’re the angel chosen to go to Hell to offset the loss of a demon. How was it possible ? You’ve always been good to anyone. Everyone loved you. Everyone trusted you. You knew the rule, and you’d never dare to disrespect it, but you were so confused. Spending all this time in paradise, with all of your friends to finally end your life in the hands of a devilish creature.

And you know the only way to go back to Heaven was to soften a demon’s soul, but no one was able to do that until now. You were helpless, discouraged.

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You were in front of the Hell’s gates. They were dark and gigantic. It was frightening, the chills ran unpleasantly through your body, even your mind was in an awful state. Along with Seungmin, you start to walk through the alley and the first thing that strikes you is the heat you can feel. It was so unpleasant that you felt suffocating with each step. Everything was so dim around you, the only lights were the burning flame on the side. The smells of it even made you want to throw up.

Faster than you would have thought, you ended up arriving in what you suppose to be the main room. It was… disturbing how every detail was beautiful. From the grey stone walls to the delicate stained glasses, passing by the big red carpet under your feet leading to the one who ran this world.

Everyone was looking at you. And they were a lot of… people. Some of them were scary enough for you to no look at them. Red eyes, pointy teeth, almost translucent skin, huge black feather wings… Are they the ones you are going to have to live with ?

Three thrones were in front of you, and in the center of it was your Father’s son, the fallen angel, Lucifer. He was sitting proudly on his, you have to admit, beautiful golden throne. His black crown was setting perfectly on his long silver hair and his dark eyes were all on you, looking at you insistently. As the protocol obliges you, you kneel down in front of him, he was the king after all. The King of his own world. You owe him nothing but respect. You can hear him laugh, clapping in his hands as his voice rises through the walls, creating a frightening echo.

“Angel, angel look at me. You did as told. Welcome to your new…paradise, all the creepy devilish creatures laugh at his pitiful joke but stop the moment he raises his hand in the air. I knew my dearest Father was hiding all of the most beautiful angels from me. But first ! Let me introduce yourself to my own creation, my blood, my pride, my son… Mammon.”

Without noticing it at first you perceive that a tall long black-haired boy was sitting on a throne on his left. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, it was surreal how he was beautiful. His pale and perfect skin was almost shinning in the dark, his almond-like eyes were as obscure as this place, his nose was straight leading to his plump crimson lips. His face was deadpan. He was dressed in a black suit, which is not surprising for a demon, he wore leather gloves on his hands and black chunky boots. Chains were all over his body like jewelry and you come out of your mind when he asks you to come near him with only two fingers.

Again, you did as told. Not only cause you were afraid, but cause you strangely wanted to.

It was like he was controlling your body with only his pierced gaze. You approach him slowly, feeling ridiculous in your long white dress decorated with colorful butterflies with all the hungry eyes looking at you behind your back. You kneel in front of him too, breathing slowly just to try to control your rising and inevitable anxiety. You feel his two leather-like fingers lifting up your chin and you gulp at the sight of his face so close to yours.

He was analyzing you, scanning every little specific of your pretty face, turning your head slowly from right to left to not miss any details.

“Sit down.” His voice was soft yet strict. You were confused, as long as you were already kneeling. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and your expression must amuse him cause you can see a slight smile drawn on his lips. He points his boots with his chin, leaning his back on his thrown lazily. “Ride them.”

Your mind went blank. What was he asking you, specifically? You looked at him, scared and confused, not moving an inch cause you didn’t know what to do. And you didn’t want to make him angry. But the strange feeling in your stomach was pleasant and weird at the same time.

He grabs your hair, your face approaching dangerously to his knees. He whispers so only you can hear his humiliating word.

“Make yourself cum on my boots. If you don’t do it then I’ll give you as a meal to the raging dogs. You smell good, they’re gonna love your blood, angel.”

You almost forgot how demons love to live in sin. It was scary enough to make you submit. But the worst part was probably the fact that, while looking at him in his eyes, you wanted to sin to make him proud of you. You wanted to see the oh-so-little smile on his porcelain face again.

His eyes never left yours and with your shaking body you place your two legs on either side of one of his, sitting on one of his big black boots. The material was so cold against your naked inner thighs but the sensation was magnificent. You could see him smile as he keeps on tightening your hair around his gloved hand. But you wouldn’t complain, feeling his grip was probably the only thing that can make you still feel alive in this world of debauchery. The position you were in was so uncomfortable when you start to move against his leg but your eyes went big as your cheeks went red. What was that little thing burning inside your core ? Why was it even dripping ? You wanted more of this delicious friction.

Keeping eye contact with him was surprisingly reassuring for you. Slowly, you start to grind against his boot, but focusing on him became more and more difficult with the new sensations you were feeling. A little squirm escapes your mouth, chasing after your own pleasure as you bounce against his shoes to feel the more pleasure as possible. You didn’t know what makes you do that dirty thing, but you did. It was unbelievably pleasuring. Your mind went dizzy, everything around you starts to spin and you can even feel some sweat drops running in your neck.

You wanted his dark gaze to keep looking at you, and only you. You loved the way he pats your head, smiling fondly at your pathetic figure as the unknown knot in your stomach felt like a burning mishmash of nothing but pure pleasure.

“You’ve made a real mess, angel.”

You come down from your cloud when you hear his voice, and that’s the moment you realized what just happened. Your eyes flutter and you can feel your cheek heating your skin as you’re turning your head to be sure that you’ve just ridiculed yourself and you came to the conclusion that yes… You just did.

You return your attention to him and you big round glossy eyes made him smile. A real smile, that time. It was probably fun for him to know that someone from Heaven just did… That.

“You need to clean it, I really hate dirty things.”

You were about to grab the bottom of you dress but he clicks his tongue, making you wince. His thumb found your bottom lips and he strokes it slowly, making you open your mouth like an automatism. Again, he shows you what you have to do only with his gaze.

And you melt. You were totally aware of your actions. Not only you wanted to make him proud, but you also wanted to see his dilated pupils with nothing but that special star in it.

You bow your head at the level of the boot you dirtied and your tongue starts to lick the material, making you taste your own juice. It was like a little voice in your head was asking you to do all these dirty things. But no, let’s be honest, the only reason why you’ve done that is because of Mammon. It was scary enough for you to realize that you wanted it. You felt like you needed to do it.

“I want her.”

Everyone was looking at you hungrily, all the dark eyes were on your back, examining every move you made with a grin. Panicked, you get up suddenly but your shaking legs couldn’t support your body, making you fall on your knees, again, in front of Mammon.

They were mocking you, and that’s the only reason why you felt ashamed. Otherwise, you would have only felt guilty to not be ashamed.

You hadn’t spent an hour in Hell that you were already under the influence of the Fallen Angel’s son. That’s why this place was too dangerous for angels. You were too naive, kind, easily impressionable, and weak to live in a world made of nothing but manipulative creatures.

Lucifer laughs hysterically and all his others creatures did the same. The sound was horrific, scary, the one who wasn’t moving was this beautiful boy that just humiliated you for his own pleasure. He stands up slowly and you can see how tall he looks above you. He holds out his hand to a servant, a boy who seemed pretty young, who rushes to slip an object in it. You can feel a cold metal circling your delicate neck, and you understand that he wrapped a leash around your throat.

They applause loudly and your owner pulls on the leash so you try to stand up for the second time but he shakes his head with a grin.

“Hm, hm. Walk on four legs. The leash isn’t here for nothing.”

You open your mouth but the back of his hand stroke your cheek, again, in the softest way ever. The unpleasant leather material contrasts with the sweetness of his gesture. And you decide to follow him without saying a word.

Under the waves of laughter of the demonic audience, you both leave the room. The younger boy was following you as little whimpers were escaping your mouth due to the pain you were feeling. Your knees were crawling on the ground as Mammon leads you to what you supposed to be his room.

Once you were in it you took your time to observe the room. Unsurprisingly, it was obscure. The walls were painted black, the furnitures were black, the sheets were black. Even the big beautiful chandelier was black, but yet so luminous that it makes everything harmonious. You can even see a black porcelain bathtub in the corner of the room, facing up a huge mirror.

You stay still on the ground but you can see the black-haired boy sitting on his mattress, in front of you. The other boy is still behind you, as if he was watching you so you can’t run away.

“So, what brings you here, angel ?” The demon whispers, his magnetic voice enveloping your spine with countless chills.

“I… I didn’t do anything wrong ! I haven’t been banned from the Heavens ! I… You sigh, looking down while tears could easily be spotted in the corner of your eyes. I was chosen for, you know… The balance of both worlds, Sir.”

You can hear his hums, crossing his legs in the most elegant way. An almost invisible smile was on his lips, again.

“You know you won’t be able to go back to your beloved place, don’t you ? Unless you make me fall for you which is… His laugh was loud enough to dissuade you, well… Impossible.”

The way his voice was suddenly cold scared you. Maybe that stupid rule was only here to allow the angels to keep hope. Even tho everyone knows it was already hopeless for them.

“What’s your name ?” His voice had become soft again and he starts to take off his leather gloves so you can see his beautiful long fingers. His nails were painted in black and he wears no less than ten rings.

“I’m… I’m Y/N, Sir.” You can see him nod, rubbing his hands slowly between them.

“You can call me Hyunjin when it’s only the two of us. Now that you’re mine you know that we have to be intimate, am I wrong ?”

You didn’t know what it really means but you nod. Of course, you’ve heard that in Hell, creatures love to do weird and, well… evil things. They were as wild as the animals. And of course, you couldn’t forget about that rumor that said that they hunt animals for their own pleasure. Or that other rumor saying that sex is an integral part of their lives. You shake your head just thinking about that and that’s when you realize that Hyunjin was standing in front of you with the creepiest smile.

“You’ll be there with me. For the eternity, angel.”

Despite the fact that the whole situation was surreal for you, the fact that Mammon, or Hyunjin, was being what is akin to kindness to you seem… Utterly wrong. Why was he even nice ? And why were his eyes abnormally and horrifically black suddenly ?

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Lemon Dreams: Part 1

[NSFW]

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

a bit of spicey lil dreams the brothers have of MC. If requested, I’ll add the undateables (minus Luke) into a Part 3.

Gender-Neutral as always.

MINORS:

DO NOT INTERACT

DO NOT PROCEED

Be smart, have common sense.

I’m not responsible for your irresponsibility.

You see the warnings. I put them out plainly. Adhere.

‼️WARNINGS‼️

NSFW, mature theme, mature content, implied intercourse, nudity, swearing, light bondage, BDSM, tidbit of pet play, wet dreams,

IF I MISSED ANY, PLEASE INFORM ME

Author’s Note (Sorry, I’ll try to be brief):

Trying my hand at some “light” N S F W content to see how I do and see how it goes.

Thank you all, once again, for the love and support and positive responses!! You’re enjoyment is the reason I keep doing what I love to do✨ Please: stay healthy, stay safe, stay you, and stay ruling them all, MCs 💕

- DevildomDoofus

💙Lucifer:

Regrettably, it has been nearly a millennia since he’s had any amount of a decent shuteye due to his brothers’ antics, his oversight of R.A.D., and obligations to Diavolo so you can only imagine the amount of fatigue that he felt in his mind, body, and soul. But because of his image and his own personal desire to be nothing short of perfect, he couldn’t simply rest whenever or wherever he pleased. It was outlandish to even consider the idea. Unfortunately, the side effects of denying himself any form of rest were starting to show. It was causing him to make mistakes he wouldn’t normally make and Diavolo had to personally intervene, using his authority on behalf of his dear friend’s health or lack thereof and demanded that he take a day off. He was the only one in all of the realms that could try and convince this workaholic to put on the breaks. You, yourself, have tried before but Lucifer was as stubborn as the days of summer were long and you felt like you were talking to a brick wall. But because Lucifer could not deny his prince’s demands, he reluctantly obliged... but not without absolute confirmation that nothing would go wrong while he was absent and as soon as he felt rested enough, he would return immediately.

Locking himself away in his room while putting a soundproof spell on the outside of it, he finally sits down at his desk and leans back in his chair as he sluggishly closes his eyes. The silence was both mildly relaxing and extremely uncomfortable as it was so rare for the world around him to be so... quiet. so undisturbed. So peaceful.

It was a bit unnerving.

He sighs deeply. This whole resting thing was going to be a lot more difficult than he originally thought. He stands up to go grab a vinyl record, places it on the antique gramophone and turns the device on. The orchestra makes their way through the metal funnel and the melody of the instruments echo beautifully throughout his room. “Much better,” he hums to himself. He tosses his coat aside, unbuttons his vest and drops it to the floor, removes his button-up shirt, kicks off his shoes, and does away with his belt while his pants follow suit. He dons his nighttime robe and finally slides into his bed. As soon as he hits the mattress, his eyes shut and his mind turns off, allowing him to drift swiftly into a deep slumber.

The dream started out like any other dream he’s had in his life; it’s mundane and not much is going on. It’s practically the same as ‘bringing work home with him’ but in his dreams. He’s at his desk, crossing his t’s, dotting his i’s, finalizing some paperwork, and the like, while the stress from his waking hours begins to find its way back to him like a boomerang.

Then, as if by magic, all of his stress melted away as soon as he heard a knock on his door along with your voice calling for him softly on the other side. He smirks. “You may enter.” He kept his head low as you stepped in due to the fact that he was finishing signing a particular paper. “Just a moment,” he instructs, as the last cursive letter finds its place on the paper. He begins to lift his eyes to meet yours. “Now, what can I do for yo-...” He freezes.

There you were, standing before him, in nothing but one of his ties hanging loosely around your neck. His jaw clenches and his fist tighten into a ball so firmly that his knuckles turn white under his gloves.

‘Like a lamb to it’s slaughter,’ he quotes, internally.

Needless to say, the dream takes a more DRASTIC turn and he’s got you bent over the desk, hands tied up with his tie that you so graciously considered to bring with you, and his name pouring out of your lips like a faucet. He’s taking you all for himself, piece by divine piece, with every snap of his hips, bite of your skin, and claw of your flesh. What a sight you were beneath him.

The moment he wakes, his body is covered in a ‘morning’s dew’ of sweat and the sheets of his bed have become painfully heavy on his lower half. His heart is still thumping wildly in his chest and his eyes are darting everywhere in his room, ensuring that he’s alone and no one can see him in such a disheveled state. He uses part of his robe to dab away the sweat from his brow and then rubs his eyes as he collects himself.

Spends the next many few hours calming himself down and hoping that he is blessed by some unholy miracle where NOBODY walks in...

especially you...

with nothing but his tie hanging loosely around your neck and-...

Ah shit.

The following morning at breakfast, he is eyeing you rather heavily from across the table and his brothers take notice but never dare to say a word. They just assume that you’ve done something to piss him off again and want no part of it.

They are not entirely wrong, though. You had unknowingly irked him quite a bit.

You entered his dreams without permission, made such a delectable spectacle of yourself in front of him, and caused him to feel things that no other demon, angel, human, nor any other soul for that matter, has been able to make him feel. And now he has to deal with these explicit thoughts and feelings, especially when you’re around or in his vicinity, along with many other things that demand his attention and it’s all just so irritating. Delightfully irritating. The kind of irritating he secretly enjoys.

The next few days, you never really get the sense that anything is off with Lucifer for how well he carries himself, no matter his circumstances, and yet... he seems to be less physical with you. Normally, he would give you the occasional hand on the shoulder or upper back when you needed guidance, allow you to lean on his shoulder when your days had been particularly rough and you needed to rest, or pinch your cheek when he teased you but lately... he wouldn’t even keep eye contact with you for very long without turning away and- was that a hint of pink in his cheeks? No, surely you are imagining things. Lucifer, blushing? Has the devildom froze over?

💛Mammon:

This poor, sweet and a little bit sleazy man was just SO exhausted from having to get up early that morning when he’d normally sleep in, to go to a school he doesn’t ever really pay attention to, as well as constantly keep lower demons from getting anywhere near his precious MC, bribe Levi to do his homework in exchange for an exclusive Ruri-Chan figurine (which he went into further debt to obtain), keep his overbearing fanbase from his modeling jobs happy on social media... it all was simply too much for The Great Mammon to be doing when he could alternatively be doing something better. Like being lazy sleeping off this R.A.D lag.

He had skipped his last few remaining classes and told you he was headed to your room to crash before school let out and you two could hang out later. He plopped onto your bed, nuzzled his face into one of your pillows, and fell asleep shortly after to your sweet aroma surrounding him.

His dream began as they typically do, with him gambling his Grimm for higher payouts or watching the Devildom stock market fluctuate in his favor... or more often times than he’ll ever admit, it’s just the two of you spending some quality time together alone for a change.

Only this time, his dream didn’t end up the way it typically did.

In his dream, he was sitting next to you on the sofa with his arm resting behind your head wanting to wrap it around you so fucking badly and watching whatever you had put on when it was interrupted by the winning lottery ticket read out. He leapt from couch with a big yell and the winning ticket in hand, and rushed to hug the tv and to kiss the demon inside of it, thanking him, Lady Luck, and anyone else involved in his incredible fortune today. As he turned around to come squeeze you tight with excitement and have you share in his celebration, his whole body tensed and he stopped in his tracks. He had become a deer in the headlights.

You were now lewdly postured on the couch, bare and exposed, excluding how you were practically dripping in gold jewelry/accessories whilst surrounded by enormous piles of Grimm. With one finger, you beckoned him over.

To say that this is one of his all time favorite fantasies would be THE understatement of the millennia.

He was in front then over you in a matter of milliseconds, his demon form taking over his body and stealing noises from you that the entire House of Lamentation- no- the entire Devildom could hear and FUCK he loved that thought almost as much as he adored you he cared about you; the thought that the entire Devildom could hear that you were his and his alone, that no other soul could make you feel like this.

And just as it was about to get really good, he wakes up.

Red faced, breathing heavily, and a thick coat of sweat all over his body. Not to mention the newfound, painful tightness in his pants.

He’s jerking his head around the room to confirm hoping to deny that is was all simply a dream, and to be certain that you hadn’t come back from school early or something and found him like this.

“Unholy shit.” He wipes the sweat from his face and then takes his phone in his hand to check the time. “UNHOLY SHIT!!” You had texted that you were on your way back home 10 minutes ago! He had to be quick.

He replaced the sweaty sheets and pillow cases with new ones, adjusting them so that it looked as it had before he slept on them, tied his school uniform coat around his waist to disguise the ‘friendly neighborhood bachelor,’ and darted like a bat out of devildom to his room, avoiding major hallways and doors to ensure that no one could stop him or chase him down and see him in his predicament.

You can be sure that for the next few weeks, he’s avoiding you like the plague. He sends texts that he is “paying off a debt and can’t make it,” or “Sorry MC, I’m a little tied up at the moment. This Grimm won’t make itself.” and to you it was a little odd, but nothing he hasn’t exactly done before, so you go about your days as normal. Poor Mammon has once spent an entirety of four months working a few jobs to pay off one big loan.

If only you knew how often he was reliving that dream in his head, over and over and over again. For such a thing to become reality? Well... he feels he’d have better luck winning the lottery. But just as he gambled, he wouldn’t give up so easily.

🧡Leviathan:

It is not uncommon for Leviathan to have certain dreams about certain individuals he enjoys, be it anime characters, video game characters, idols that he fawns over, etc. It’s normal. Quite often, in fact, but he would rather LITERALLY DIE before he ever admits to such a thing, much less have anyone think he has a crush. With his brothers as they are known to be, he’d never live it down. Which is one of the reasons why he keeps himself locked away in his room and goes on binges of whatever it is he’s invested in at the time. He’s left alone to do and be as much of himself as he pleases without judgment. It is one particular episode of an anime he had been bingeing for several hours that has him with his head resting upon his keyboard and ever so slightly snoring away as the characters converse in the background. It wasn’t boring in the least, it’s just that his eyes refused to stay open any longer and his body decided for him that it was about time for a proper nap.

His dream began as normal, with him on a quest to save the renowned, royal heir from the ten-headed beast that guarded the tower in which they were kept. The journey to the tower was extensive and not without its obstacles, the battle was epic, in every sense of the word, and the reward for it’s heads would match the gratification of the victory that ensued it.

Little did he know that in that tower, it wasn’t just any royal heir lying in wait for their prince to come, as they had always been. It was you.

You, in all of your glory, draped across the bed and adorned with the finest of cloths that were barely covering your most intimate of skins.

As he entered your bedroom chambers, expecting to find a fictional character he adored in his waking hours, he stops dead in his tracks and his entire body turns red hot in matter of seconds. You could easily hear the thumping of his heart throwing heavy blows at his ribcage, and, if you looked close enough, you could see the steam trickling out of his ears. You could also hear the clinking of his amor, the metal plates shaking against one another as he trembles before you.

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

Yes, he’s had plenty of dreams like this before but.. fuck.. they were never of you. Much less like this. Believe him, he’s tried on many occasions to at least see your face or hear your voice, ANYTHING. But inevitably, his anxiety and shyness won in the end and you never came passing through his dreams... until now.

You leant against one arm, your lips curling into a smile, and then beckoned him silently with one crook of a finger.

Anxiety and shyness who?

He quickly does away with the heavy armor, tossing them aside, and crawls across the bed to you, to your face, to those precious lips.

He takes a hold of them in his own and seemingly devours you as he strips you of what little cloth covered you and then pushes you back down against the bed. The dream continues with your bodies intertwining in every way that earned him the lewdest of noises from you.

Until he jerks awake with his face a deep shade of crimson, body covered from head to toe in a mist of sweat, and a heartbeat that could put a drum solo to shame. He quickly scans his surroundings as he’s coming back to reality, making sure he’s the only one within a mile’s radius. If anyone thought he was a hermit now, you can only imagine what it would be like if he was caught looking the way that he did. The anime that he had fallen asleep to was now on a screen that was asking for confirmation if he was still watching. He presses the power button on his computer and wipes away the sweat on his brow before leaning back in his chair, eyes glued to the ceiling as he’s recollecting the dream. He sees the faces you were making in pleasure pass through his mind once more and it makes his face turn 30 shades redder and increases the painful tightness in his snug sweatpants. He shakes his head, no longer wanting to continue digging this grave of overwhelming lust, and plants his head back onto the keyboard. Lord Diavolo, please, just kill him now.

The following months, Leviathan stays locked away in his room and avoids you as if you were the final boss of a game he never wants to stop playing. He knew that if he saw you, got near you, or even heard your name being mentioned, there would be no way of stopping his thoughts, his body’s reactions to those thoughts, nor his brother’s comments about how he’s “acting awfully strangely.”

As much as he wishes that he never had the dream in the first place because of all of the trouble it’s causing, he can’t help but relive it over and over again, putting it on repeat in his mind. But to admit to you these powerful feelings and attempt to bring it to reality? Only normies do such a thing... right?

💚Satan:

Line after line, chapter after chapter, book after book, he simply could not put the new series he had discovered down. He was so invested, he’d finish one book and immediately pick up the next. His mind was reeling far too fast for him to stop now and nothing in all of the three realms could do so. That is until his own body waved it’s white flag and begged for him to shut his eyes, even if for just moment. Satan bargained, internally, that he’d allow himself roughly thirty minutes of rest before he’d pick back up where he left off. He sets the book on a nearby desk, settles down onto his loveseat and closes his eyes.

As a man of many talents and faces, his dreams were known to be as heavily diverse as he was, and often times reflected whatever book he had been reading, philosophy he had been pondering, or stress he had been managing. No one particular type of dream frequented more than another.

That being said, in the past few weeks, you had been a bit more physical with him. Whether it was a simple brush of the hands as you two reached for the same novel, late night study sessions ending up in late night study and cuddling sessions, or the occasional linking of arms as the pair of you walked the length of a museum and studied its inhabitants. It goes without saying that you were making an impression on him and his mind, leaving little to no room for any other thoughts than the ones involving you. Naturally, you had found your way into his dreamworld and you were the one constant in the ever changing slumber visions.

The dreams that you were involved in, which were now a majority of them, were mostly sweet; the most intimate being the one time you had placed a chaste kiss upon his cheek. If you were to ask him about these dreams that had him chipper than usual, he would smile and tell you that “they were simply pleasant hallucinations but nothing more.” And he’d be lying through his teeth, desperately trying to keep his cheeks from reddening in front of you. If you were lucky enough that his gaze lingered, you’d catch the tint of pink making its way across his face. The poor inner romantic in him couldn’t help himself. He’s mastered the art of poker face in its entirety, but when it came to you, his willpower and calm demeanor waned into nothingness and he was like putty in your hands. Just don’t push it or there will be Devildom to pay.

This particular time around, though, his dream would take a more unforeseen turn.

In his dream, he had invited you to join him on an outing over to the Royal Library and you two were now making your way to your favorite lone table in the farthest back corner, hidden behind the many shelves of books. After claiming your usual spot, he went to gather the books he wanted to go through and planted himself in the chair to finally open them up and get started. Meanwhile, you had wandered off, presumably, to find and create your very own mountain of novels to conquer.

An hour or so passed and he had made his way through five of his books when he felt a tap against the cover of the one he was currently reading. “Forgive me, MC, but I’m almost done with this paragraph and I need just one more moment to do so.” Another tap against the cover. “May it wait, MC? I’m nearly finished.” This time, you gingerly grabbed the tip of his book and tilted it away from him (a pet peeve of his). Just as he was about to give you his trademark glare of warning, his eyes widen and his jaw clenches, with his fingers letting go of the book and tightening into a fist taut enough to turn his knuckles white.

There you stood before him in little to no clothing, fluffy little cat ears and a tail to match, with a leash and collar adorning your precious neck. You took his stiffened hand, ever so slowly opened it up, and delicately placed the end of the lead into his palm, flashing him your cheekiest grin.

Now you’ve gone and done it. He snaps.

He jerks the end of the lead so that you’re aggressively pulled forward, bending over the table and sending the piles of books to the floor with audible thuds, and your lips crash into his. He uses his free hand to trap cradle the other side of your face as he devours your lips, devours your taste. Impatient and hungry, he soon lets you go with a low growl before standing up and dragging you behind him, forcefully, by the lead, coming to the front of a shelf that leant against a wall and grabbed your waist, lifting you up to push you against it, having more books tumble to the floor with a sound thud, while once again, taking your lips with his. Something about the way you looked, the way you sounded because of his actions, drove him completely mad.

Before it could go any further, he jerks wakes to the sound of someone knocking on his door. He quickly scans his surroundings and when he finds it empty, he breathes a heavy sigh of relief. The knocks continue and from beyond the door, a familiar voice requests his audience. “Satan? It’s Solomon. My apologies, but I just wanted to return a borrowed book.”

He reaches for a nearby cloth and dabs away the sweat that covered his face. He steadies his breathing and in the stablest voice he could muster, he answers back, “Alright. One moment please.”

“Take your time,” the sorcerer replies.

He gathers himself quickly, as the master of his own emotions does, hoisted up from the loveseat, straightens himself out and starts to head for the door but with a quick glance downwards, he pauses. There’s no way he could greet Solomon with such a visible... display...

He takes his coat from the coatrack, wraps it around his waist and finally opens the door with a welcoming smile.

“Thank you kindly for the recommendation. It was a pleasant read,” Solomon tittered in recollection then immediately shifted into a frown of concern. “Satan... are you alright? Forgive my intrusion, but you seem a bit disheveled.” The disheveled man in question nods, chuckling in hopes of deterring Solomon from pressing any further by lightening his aura. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. I simply had a bit of a nightmare.” Solomon raised a brow and Satan continued in his tall tale. “It had been so long since I’ve had one, so I’m sure you can imagine how unnerving it’s effects had on me.” Moments passed like molasses as Solomon pondered what Satan had said and the uncomfortable silence was wearing down on Satan’s last minute, makeshift composure. “Thank you for returning the book,” Satan’s voice firmly interjecting the fellow wise man’s thoughts as he received the book from his hands, “and I’m delighted that you enjoyed yourself.” He holds the book in front of where the coat covered his waist. “If you wish for more recommendations, I’ll be happy to share them with you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some tea to drink and a book to read to calm my nerves. Good day, Solomon.” Before Solomon could get a final word in, Satan slips back into his room and shuts the door. For good measure, he locks it and turns the deadbolt. He shuffles back over to the loveseat where it all began and dropped down, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a heavy sigh. The blush that wanted so desperately to creep it’s way into his complexion the moment he’d awoken was now set free and his entire face turned red. He knew how to keep a tight grip on every other emotion he’s ever had... but love? Lust? This was going to be a challenge.

Outside of the door, not having moved an inch, Solomon stood with his chin snug between the crook of his forefinger and thumb. “Can demons have nightmares...?” He audibly contemplated as he waited a moment, following his train of thought before asking himself aloud again, “If so... then why did Satan have an erection?”

A pair of delicate hands found their way to Solomon’s shoulders and he glanced over them to see Asmodeus leaning in close to his ear. “It’s called a kink, darling.” Solomon politely shoos away the embodiment of lust with a gentle wave of his hand before starting down the hall from which he came, with the demon practically skipping in tow. “Kinks, we both know, I’m aware of. I had just assumed that his.. situation.. would be more relative to Belphegor.”

“Well,” Asmodeus chirped, “that’s what you get for assuming.”

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To Dream of an Angel

Part 2 of Dreams of Birds and Angels a series of two one shots written for @pawsitivelymiraculous for the Maribat Valentine’s Day Fic Exchange hosted by @eat0crow!

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Part 1 can be found here

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Damian Al Ghul knew only the bare minimum about soulmates. He had been taught by his instructors in the League that they were a phenomenon that no one quite understood. To the members, they were a hindrance and should be terminated promptly. In respect to their targets, they were used as leverage to get information.

After the young boy turned 8 years of age, he dreamt of her. A small girl with wide blue eyes who would draw dresses in bright colors. The next night, his mother would explain in hushed tones what soulmates really meant. A soulmate is someone who is meant to compliment you perfectly, and once you met them you would never want to let them go. She would whisper to him about the man who helped create him, and how desperately she wished he had been the angel meant just for her.

Angel, he thought with a humorless laugh, what a fine name for the soulmate of the Heir to the Demon.

Every night when Damian would close his eyes, he would be greeted with the sight of his blue-eyed Angel. He would watch as she played with her friends. He would laugh in amusement as she spilled flour all over herself while working in a bakery. He would frown when she was pushed around by a blonde-haired bully.

The girl puzzled the young heir greatly. She was a bizarre sort; always smiling even when being knocked around. No matter how much abuse she took from that blonde trollop, his soulmate was always kind to others and give everything she could to help them, all the while asking nothing in return. It frustrated him to see someone so wholly selfless. Didn’t she know that she would be better off trying to profit from her interactions with others?

At the age of 10, Damian’s life rapidly changed. No longer was he revered as the Heir to the League of Assassins. Now, he was in his father’s home, fighting against his father’s wards for attention, and being told to relearn everything he had ever known to be true. It was frustrating, being so out of his element, but the longer he was Damian Wayne instead of Damian Al Ghul. He realized how skewed his world had once been.

While his mother had tried to soulmates explain differently from the Leagues teachings, he had always seen her words as foolish. It seemed futile to him, her longing for something she couldn’t have. However, living in Wayne Manor also allowed the now ex-assassin to see a different side of soulmates. Grayson would often talk about his dreams of his mate Starfire with a dopey grin on his face. Similarly, Drake would mention in passing how his dreams started at an older age due to the elder Superboy having not been created yet.

It was strange, living in a house of people who weren’t constantly ready to fight him. His new siblings were perplexing. Grayson was always trying to rope him into some strange “bonding” activity. With Todd’s return came his aggressive attitude, yet occasional helpfulness. Drake was usually passed out somewhere or so full of caffeine he couldn’t even hold a proper conversation. Cain was the most tolerable, having shared similar experiences and understanding the importance of silence.

The biggest influence on his new lifestyle, however, was Alfred Pennyworth. His dedication and care for the family was to be admired. The Englishmen had a way with words and always knew just what to say to help Damian through his many sour moods. Most importantly, the butler’s selfless love for his charges helped the young Wayne to understand his soulmate’s behaviors.

As his world changed, so did his dreams of her. He would see her take her drawing from paper and bring them to life with fabric. He would look on as she made new friends. As well as enemies. If Damian had been able to, he would have fought that sly fox himself, but the smug smile on his face when Angel put her in her place.

What was most jarring to see, was her fighting villains in a red and black spotted suit. Magic had never been something he took kindly to; it having more than once put his and his family’s lives in danger. After watching countless battles in his visions, and later finding recordings of them online after much research. He could only conclude that the nature of her powers and villains were indeed magic.

It didn’t take Damian long to figure out that his soulmate was the Parisian heroine Ladybug. However, this still did not allow him to meet her. At the very beginning of her tenure, Ladybug and the government of Paris had barred all Justice League access to the city, keeping him from getting there using the cover of Robin.

His next plan was to go to Paris as a civilian. However, he could find no way under his family’s constant hovering to get there. He couldn’t use the private jet without getting caught, and him buying a plane ticket would be immediately suspicious. The last thing he wanted was for his family to find out about his blue-eyed soulmate and get involved. While he had come to care for them more than he ever imagined, in some manners they were simple too overbearing for him to deal with.

So, Damian, rather begrudgingly, chose to let fate take its course. After much thought, he realized that his Angel may not even want to meet him. She had spent the early years of their bond watching him act as a bloodthirsty killer. She was most likely appalled. Who would want a soulmate like him anyway?

Now 18, the black-haired boy spent most of his days the same. He would take Titus for walks in the park, help his father and Drake at Wayne Enterprises, and fight back the crime of Gotham in the dead of night.

Damian was on one such walk when Titus suddenly pulled his leash out of the boy’s grasp. The dog went racing down the path and out of sight with a loud bark.

“Titus!” he called, jogging forward to see the Great Dane stopped in front of a woman who had bent down to pet him.

“I apologize, miss,” he said, coming forward and lowering himself to be at the same level as Titus and her. He put his hand on the dog’s head to pet him as well, bumping the woman’s hand slightly.

“He usually doesn’t go running off towards strangers…” he looked from the dog to the woman and trailed off. His eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat. He tried hard to control his reaction. Now that he was up close, he recognized that face. It was the face of his Angel.

The woman, noticing his change in demeanor, looked up at him. When their eyes met, her expression quickly turned to surprise as well. Looking at her now. the blurry image of her that he had known before began to fill in.

He had always been attracted to his mate. Once he had assumed it was simply because the strange magic of soulmates dictated it so. But now, seeing her face to face, she was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. She had a small button-shaped nose. Her blue-black hair that had once been pulled into cute little pigtails was now in one long braid over her shoulder. What drew his attention most was her big round bluebell eyes that were so kind, yet held mysteries that even he, who had seen much of her life from afar, didn’t have the answers to.

Damian looked down at his dog who seemed quite smug, almost like he knew who he had brought his owner to. It was then that he noticed the marks. On the back of their hands flew a ladybug being followed by a red-breasted robin.

“Miss?” he called, looking back up at her.

“Yes?” she replied. He would never admit it, but his heart melted a bit at the sound of her voice like tinkling bells.

As they made eye contact once again, he made a small gesture towards where their hands sat atop Titus’ head. He swore her eyes couldn’t get any wider as she looked from the marks back up to him. “It appears we are soulmates,” he said plainly as he stood up from the ground, doing his best to appear less shaken than he was. She stood as well. “It appears so,” She gave him a nervous smile and held her hand out to him. “I’m Marinette,”

The boy hesitated for a moment, having a hard time believing the situation he found himself in was real and not a fantasy.

After a moment he took her hand and shook it. “My name is Damian,”

“Well, Damian,” she smiled brightly at him. “would you like to go on a walk and get to know each other?”

He gave her a soft look back. “I certainly would.”

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