The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/nâs a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
Pairing :- Lucifer/Reader/Mazikeen
Warning âď¸ Threesome, oral, FMF, pure smut
Gif does not belong to me it belongs to Shannonchase5
You had been invited to the club âLuxâ by a fellow coworker, you had decided to turn up as you were trying to make friends in your small office job. You were new and the ladies who worked in there seemed to be a tight clique, it reminded you of high school in that way.
Double checking your hair and makeup one last time, you press your palms down your dress one last time, youâd decided to dress to impress tonight. You couldnât remember the last time youâd decided to not give a care in the world what others opinions of your curvy figure being contained in the tight dress, your large breasts hugged tightly in the chivon dress.
Shaking your head you head towards the large queue heading inside the club, you stood there waiting around 5 minutes before the long line of clubbers were able to enter, the bodies entangled with one another, spotting the bar a bit further in you head towards it ready to order yourself a drink.
As you walked closer the bartender caught your eye, she smirked towards you, her hips swaying as she walked, she was beautiful you decided, he dark hair pulled away from her stunning face, dark eyeliner accenting her brown eyes, you blushed when she winked at you.
âWhat can I get you sweetness?â She asks leaning against the bar, he cleavage pushed up by her arms, you canât help biting your lip as your eyes take her in fully, while she does the same.
âVodka coke, please.â You reply placing yourself on the barstool sat at the side of you. She nods as she grabs the bottle of vodka behind her, pouring it into the glass she keeps eye contact with you. In no time your drink is being placed in front of you.
As you reach for your drink she slides her hand across the small bar entwining your fingers together with hers, âwhatâs a pretty little thing like you doing here all alone?â She asks you while her fingers are tracing lines across your hand.
âI was supposed to be meeting some coworkers but I donât think theyâve shown up.â You reply feeling the tingling between your thighs from her attention on you.
Suddenly you feel a tall body stand behind you, and you hear a voice close to your ear, âwhat a beauty youâve found Mazikeen, I think we should show her what a good time she can have at Lux.â He says as her smirks towards who you now know to be Mazikeen. Her eyes narrow towards the man behind you, youâre used to his accent for itâs the same as your own, and itâs not until he speaks that you realise how much you actually miss your home country.
âWell, I wouldnât mind being shown more of Lux,â you reply turning towards the tall handsome stranger behind you.
He takes your spare hand, bringing it to his lips his eyes never leaving yours, âLucifer Morningstar, pleasure to meet you Love,â he says to you. âI think we should continue this up in my apartment, donât you think Mazikeen.â He says guiding you off of the stool youâre seated on.
Letting go of Mazikeenâs hand you follow who you now know as Lucifer towards the elevator doors, Mazikeen has left the bar, taking a hold of your hip, pressing hers against yours. You turn towards her she has a smirk on her lips as she leans in and presses her soft lips against yours. You press more into her, your free hand coming to rest upon her cheek.
You feel another set of lips press against your throat, nibbling gently. The doors open in front of you all, stepping in your surround by them both Lucifer has let go of your hand so he can begin to undo your dress with the zip at the back.
Your lips still pressing against Mazikeenâs she bites softly against your bottom lip, dragging it with her teeth, you canât help the moan escaping you.
Lucifer shares a look with his long time friend, she smiles towards him a look in her eye he recognises. âCome little dove, letâs devour you properly eh?â He says as he pulls you towards what you gather is his bedroom.
Youâre pressed down onto the bed your heels being slid of your feet, Mazikeen begins to strip down to her own underwear, a racy black lace set, you canât help but to sit up and kneel at the edge of the bed, your hands reach out and pull her towards you. You love the feel of her soft skin against your hands.
Pressing kisses towards her bare neck you reach round and undo her bra with one hand while the other undoes your own. Feeling the bed dip behind you, another pair of hands are sliding the straps of your bra down your arms. Large hands grope your large breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers and pulling lightly on them. Groaning you lean your arse back into the body behind you.
âSuch a good girl,â Mazikeen says as runs her hands through your hair, ânow be a good girl and lie back on that bed for us.â She says as she crawls onto the bed towards you both.
Turning and pressing your lips against Lucifers you lie down next to where heâs kneeling, ânow spread those pretty thighs for us little Love,â he says as both he and Mazikeen share a look. She nods her head, and lies down on the other side of you, her fingers run down your bare chest, her soft lips following not fair behind.
Lucifer slips his boxers off, his cock standing to attention, he leans in and attaches his lips to your throat, his hard on presses against your thigh, moaning out at the onslaught of lips on you. You slide your own hand down your chest to meet Mazikeenâs own as she pulls your panties down your legs, she presses kisses down your tummy, reaching the apex of your thighs she presses kisses along your spread thighs, her breath getting closer to where you need her.
Suddenly her lips are pressing light licks to your clit, you canât help the rise of your hips pressing against her tongue, he hand comes to press you back against the mattress, you moan as Lucifer runs his hands down to where Mazikeenâs head is between your thighs, his long fingers slide into your tight pussy and you canât help the yelp that leaves your lips.
Lucifer presses his lips to yours to kiss your moans away, his fingers sliding in and out of you, the obscene sound of just how wet and ready you are down there brings a bright blush to your face. He curls his fingers in just the right way to rub against that spot that you canât seem to ever be able to reach with your own fingers. You feel yourself speeding closer and closer to your own release, your hands curl into her hair as your fingers clamp down on the bedsheet and her hair in your fingers pressing her closer to you.
Suddenly youâre coming and sheâs coming up from you, her lips smeared in your release, you stop your kiss with Lucifer to kiss those lips which are covered with your release, sliding your tongue against hers she pulls on your hair. âNow itâs your turn, be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for us.â She says as she slides her panties off and lies down in front of you, spreading her legs for you to settle between.
Lucifer reaches over to his bedside table sliding a condom out of the draw and slipping it on his aching cock, watching you both staring at him waiting turns him on even more.
Youâre settled on your hands and knees you pull Mazikeen closer to your mouth, pressing kisses down her thighs you press a thumb to her clit as Lucifer slides into your pussy filling you up. Moaning out loud you begin to fuck her with your tongue, trying your hardest to get her emitting moans like she did for you.
Lucifers hand slides down to press against your sensitive clit, rubbing patterns which make your legs shake. The body in front of yours thighs start to close on your as your fingers replace your tongue, trying to find her pleasure spot, you find it and the erotic moans leaving her lips get you dripping, you cannot wait for her to cum on your lips, suddenly it feels like a competition to get her cumming under your ministrations before you come undone from Lucifer drilling your pussy like a god.
Youâre moaning like crazy against her clit your fingers finding purchase on one thigh while the other slides against that spot inside her that makes her see stars, a few minutes later and sheâs cumming all over your fingers, after feeling her letting go you bury your face in her licking away the cum youâd got from her, Lucifer hits your spot once more and you feel yourself cumming all over his cock. Collapsing against Mazikeen, you lie against her thigh breathing heavy.
You canât help but be thankful you decided to come to Lux.
Lucifer pulls you up so youâre lying between him and Mazikeen your naked bodies pressed against one another, you canât help but feel like this spot between these to people is where you want to be forever.
Hey! I had an Idea for the Father Lost Boys, How do you think the boys would react to accidently killing the reader, during the attack of the Emersons and the boys?
If you don't want to write it that's ok!
Thanks!
Hiya :)
Iâm happy to write this but it wonât be for the Emerson attack because I donât want to rush my timeline in my head for my fics if that makes sense?
This isnât canon for my lost boys daughter au :)
Contents: how the lost boys would react if they accidentally killed their daughter
Warnings: overdoses, gore, death, murder, descriptions of wounds, burning, blood
Dwayne
You had been running around the cave trying to escape them again, you were trying to leave them and Dwayne couldnât stand it.
Your leg muscles screamed in protest, for you to just take a break and to stop running. You couldnât though, you were so close to the exit.
You had just reached the exit to the cave when Dwayne appeared behind you. You could hear the waves thrashing against the sharp rocks of the cliff side below.
âYou canât keep running sweetheartâ Dwayne tries to say gently in an attempt to coax you back into the cave, his tone comes off more sinister than he wanted it to.
âPapa please, I canât stay hereâ you say with tears in your eyes ânot with David, I canât be one of youâ
âDonât be ridiculous, you have to stay with usâ Dwayne says firmly as he takes a few steps forward and you take a few steps back in response âweâre a familyâ
âNo weâre notâ you say with frustration in your voice âfamilies donât lock their children away in small spaces and starve them, families donât hit their children and leave scars on them!â
âStop talking like that baby, weâre a happy family and your our perfect little girlâ Dwayne refuses to look outside his delusional view of the family as he comes closer and closer to you âyour just going through an emotional phase right nowâ
âYou canât be seriousâ you yell in desperation âyou all abused me, you locked me away and lied to me for yearsâ
âEnough (y/n).â Dwayne orders firmly as he closes his eyes and attempts to calm his growing rage âyour being ridiculousâ
He continues to walk closer and closer as you back away with every stop he takes.
âYou killed my mother!â You yell in a grief stricken rage âyour all fucked in the head, your all sick-â
âI SAID ENOUGHâ Dwayne yells in rage while his vampiric features forced their way to his face and he stared at you without a hint of recognition for you.
You hadnât realised how close to the edge you were until Dwayneâs angry screams had scared you into moving backwards again, causing you to miss a step and fall down the cliff side.
There is a moment of hesitation in Dwayneâs actions as he watched the little girl that he had held as a baby and raised fall to her death. The shock rendering him stuck in place for a few seconds.
After the shock passed, he ran forward and attempted to use his vampiric abilities to reach you and save you, but it was too late.
He heard you let out a loud grunt as your body made impact with the sharp rocks below, but he still wanted to try and save you.
He fell to his hands and knees as he looked below and saw your body impaled on a particularly large rock. Even from the distance between the top of the cliffs to the waves and rocks below, he could hear you choking on your own blood.
He saw your pain filled eyes meet his and he watched as your life drained from them while your spirit left your body.
Dwayne stared with widened eyes at your mutilated body for a few minutes before the tears started to flow and he let out what could only be described as a pained howl of grief.
He had killed his little girl, and your last memory of him was watching you die.
Paul
Paul hadnât meant to leave you locked up. He just forgot.
After David had commanded him to keep watch of the punishment room with you locked inside, Paul got bored, and when Paul got bored he got high.
After taking enough pills to tranquillise, or a vampire in this case, Paul fell asleep on the couch for several hours.
And when he awoke, he was still under the effects of the hallucinogenic medication.
âKid?â He spoke confused with a raspy voice as he saw your figure sitting at the edge of the couch with your back to him âyour not meant to be hereâ
âThe sun rises soonâ you whisper with no emotion in your voice âthe rest will be backâ
âHow did you get out of the punishment room?â Paul asks confused and half asleep as he sits up on the couch and stares at your turned figure âitâs almost impossible to get outâ
âWhy did you take the pills Paul?â You ask calmly âdonât you know how dangerous that could be?â
âDonât start (y/n)â Paul warns with a groan as he rubs his temple in an exasperated manner âor Iâll just take you straight back to the punishment room and make you spend another night in thereâ
âI donât see how you could do that Paulâ you say with what sounded like amusement âtell me Paul, have you always been this uncaring for me or is it a recent developmentâ
âI love you kid, you know thatâ Paul says with an annoyed groan âbut I canât stop my fun for you all the timeâ
âIâd check your watch Paulâ you warn calmly âitâs almost timeâ
âTime for what?â Paul asks exasperated âwhy are you talking in riddles?â
âDo you remember what you did after you locked me in that room?â You ask ominously âdo you remember exactlyâ
âI locked the door, I pulled over the bolt and I lit the candle in the candle holder outside your doorâ he answers with an annoyed sigh âare you going to tell me I forgot to lock the door or something?â
âWhich candle holder did you use Paul?â You prompt âthe one on the right side of the door, or the one on the left side of the doorâ
âDoes it matter?â Paul asks with a roll of his eyes
âThe right side was cleaned and repaired by Dwayne the night before so that it was safe to hold the weight of the candle, the left side was rusted and falling apartâ you state âso which did you use?â
âI donât remember-â Paul answers but you cut him off
âFucking think about itâ you snarl âwhich one did you use-â
âThe left one!â Paul yells back âI used the left candle stick holder-â
Paul stops speaking when he smells smoke wafting down the caves tunnels. He springs up off the couch at the sudden realisation as he runs inhumanly fast to the punishment room.
When he gets to it, itâs covered in fire and smoke. The left candle stick holder is reduced to pieces of rusted metal on the floor and the candle sits idly next to the wooden door, erupting it into flames.
âThe candle fell three hours into your nap, the fire started ten minutes after thatâ Paul heard your voice behind him but he could rip his eyes away from your cremated corpse that was laying on the floor in front of him, you were barely recognisable with your body burnt to charred skin apart from those damn eyes that stared at him lifelessly âI tried to stave the carbon dioxide that was going to suffocate me by placing blankets under the door but they eventually caught fire so I called for your help but you were too high to realise, I eventually suffocated after two hours of torture and then the fire reached my body and burned me to ash on the cave floorsâ
âThis isnât realâ Paul denies frantically âyou canât be dead, your talking to meâ
âYou didnât think those pills would effect you at all, did you?â You ask as your figure walks in front of him and looks him the eyes âIâm not your real daughter silly, sheâs dead and burnedâ
âPlease Iâll do anything, Iâm so sorryâ Paul gets to his knees and begs âplease Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry. Bring me back to my little girlâ
âYour so pathetic Paulâ you spit âbut there is one way you can see her againâ
âHow?â Paul asks desperately âplease tell meâ
You make your way behind him so he has a view of the flaming room as it crumbled beneath the hot temperatures.
âWalk into the flamesâ you command âand the you can be with herâ
âIâll die, I canâtâ Paul refuses with a shake of his head
âThe others will kill you once they get back anyway Paulâ you remind
You walk in front of him and you hold your hand out for him to take.
âWalk into the flames with me papaâ you command almost gently, wearing a joyful smile that reminded him of when you were a young girl âand we can stay together foreverâ
Paul stares at you figure with tears rolling down his cheeks. He knows your a hallucination, but your the closest thing he has to his daughter right now.
He wipes his tears and takes your hand before walking into the flaming room, ready to accept the fate he forced upon you.
Marko
This wasnât markos best idea, but it was the only one he had.
He knocked on your door gently with the sandwich and milk on his hand, and he mustered a genuine smile to his face.
âPops?â You say confused as you open the door to your room âwhatâs up?â
âIâve made you some lunchâ he says with an innocent smile âitâs your favourite from when you were a little girl, peanut butter and jelly sandwichâ
âThatâs nice pa, but Iâm going for lunch with James and faithâ you remind gently as possible to make sure not to anger him, markos face has an annoyed twitch at the mention of your lovers âdid you forget?â
âOh sorry babyâ he coos almost condescendingly âbut itâs a shame to waste the food, itâs not like I can eat itâ
âPa itâs sweet of you to offer but I donât want to be fullâ you say apologetically
âSo your not gonna eat it? I went out and bought bread specifically for youâ he attempts to guilt âbut I guess if your not hungry enoughâ
âNo, noâ you say quickly as you take the plate from him âIâm sorry Iâm being rude, Iâll eat itâ
âThatâs my girlâ marko says with a smile as he kisses your forehead âshout if you need meâ
Marko walks away and once your door closes he lets a sinister smile spreads over his face. He thought himself so clever.
He stockpiled Paulâs sleeping pills for months so he could save you from having to go out with your lovers. Now every time they try and take you out youâll simply sleep through it until they get tired of trying.
He thought crushing those pills up and putting them in your food was the best option, he didnât know it would bite him in the ass.
After a few hours of you not emerging from your room and being hours late for the date with your lovers, Marko let a smirk come to his face.
After a few more hours the cave felt colder because of the winter air, so marko being a âdutifulâ father decided he should go bring you a blanket and tuck you in. Humans are fragile after all.
He opens your door with a grin and a blanket in his hands. He sees you turned on your side in the bed with your back facing him.
âItâs just me babyâ he whispers to your sleeping form âi didnât want you to get cold, so I brought you a blanketâ
He approaches your sleeping form and notices your lack of snoring, he thought it was the sleeping pills just putting you in a deep sleep but that changed when he also noticed your lack of heartbeat.
He rushes to your body and turns you over to find a glassy sheen over your eyes and froth at your mouth.
âBaby?â He says desperately as he shakes your body in an attempt to wake you up âbaby pleaseâ
You donât wake up, your icy cold in his hands as he stare at your expressionless face and empty eyes.
âYour just sleepingâ he tries to convince himself as he wipes your mouth âyou made such a mess baby, itâs okay Iâm here to clean inâ
He strokes your hair gently before his hand brushes against your ice cold cheek.
âYou should have told me If you were cold sweetieâ he scolds your corpse as hysterical chuckles force their way up his throat âhere letâs wrap you up nice and warmâ
He wraps the two of you up in the blanket and he lays your head on his chest. He holds your limp body close to him as he tries his best to convince himself that your just asleep.
âMy sweet girl, my little babyâ he coos in delusional âIâm so sorry that your so sleepy, itâs all my faultâ
He sobs and he holds your corpse close to him under the blanket, convinced that heâll be wake you up if he gets you warm enough but you were dead hours before he found you and he never heard your heartbeat slow or you choking on your own vomit from the overdose.
The others would deal with him when they got back.
David
It was another typical day with David, the usual arguments and anger filled the room that only held the two of you.
David wanted time with you and you wanted to be as far away from him as you possibly could be, but he had the power to force you into the room with him. That didnât mean you had to play nice for him.
He had your leg chained to the wall with a long chain that made it so you could sit on the couch with only a slight bit of discomfort. David was sat next to you as he pretended to watch whatever movie was on the old television.
âStop staring at meâ you commanded sternly as you kept your eyes on the tv and Davidâs gaze burned into the side of your face âitâs creepyâ
âIâm your father, could it be creepy?â David questions with a scoff
âTechnically youâre notâ you point out with a huff âso it makes it creepyâ
âI fed you, clothed you, and raised youâ David points out as he sips his beer with a furrowed brow âthat makes me your fatherâ
âIf weâre going by that logic then your still not my fatherâ you scoff âDwayne would be my only father if we go by your logicâ
David massages his temple with a frown and an angry glare.
âEnoughâ he commands with a glare âi donât even know how you got this attitude, but you need to cut it outâ
âI got this attitude when I found out you killed my mother, kidnapped me, lied to me and abused me my entire lifeâ you exclaim angrily
âYeah but you seem extra pissy today and itâs pissing me offâ David says in a sinister tone âso just shut the fuck up and enjoy the movieâ
âMaybe Iâm extra pissy today because Iâm chained to the fucking wall Davidâ you yell before sighing âyour a sick fuck, yâknow that David?â
âYeah yeah, I get itâ he refutes back unamused âpoor you having a roof over your head and unconditional love from four fathers, woe is me and allâ
âUnconditional love?â You laugh humourlessly as you stand to face him âlove that I received in the form of starvation and abuse?â
âYou needed to be punishedâ David says with an annoyed sigh
âWhat happened to you David?â You ask as he stands and you use all your force to push him away from you âwho fucked you up this much? Who made you into this cruel monster? What happened to you? Did daddy hit you so now you have to do the same to me?â
Davidâs eyes widened and his head jerks to look at you as he grabs your arms and holds you in place.
âListen here you little bitchâ David seethes as he holds you in place âyou donât talk to me like that ever again. Do you understand me?â
âOr what David? You gonna hit me again?â You say without fear as you shove him away again âyour just a coward David, a stupid fucking coward who targets children and vulnerable women just to feel less like a miserable fuck upâ
âenough kidâ David commands firmly as he balls up his fists and his vampiric claws begin to extend and stab into his palms
âIs that why you started this little group of emotionally stunted men? To feel less alone and less of a fuck up because you always had people to fall back on?â You scream in his face as you push him again in anger
âEnough (y/n)â David repeated louder this time as his fangs extended and he felt rage build up inside him
âIs that why you kidnapped me? Because you wanted to feel less alone so you stole me away and isolated me from everyone I lovedâ you scream âor did you do it because you wanted to prove to max that you donât fuck up everything you touch and you thought a child would be the best option for that? Well David you fucking failedâ
âEnoughâ David yells again as he stalks closer and you push him back once again
âI hate youâ you yell out âyou should just kill me like you killed my motherâ
âStop itâ David yells sternly âshut the fuck upâ
âGo on murder me, murder me like you murdered my motherâ you yell louder with each word as you get more in Davidâs face âmurder me! Murder me like you. Murdered. My. Mother!â
âI said stopâ David yells and he pounced on you with his hands wrapping around your neck harshly and his vampiric claws dig into the delicate flesh of your neck âshut the fuck upâ
David only realises your bleeding when he hears your pained howl. He removes his hands quickly from your neck and sees a large slit across your neck that his claws caused.
He stares at his blood covered hands before his gaze travels up your trembling body until it reached your fearful, teary eyed face.
âOh babyâ he says desperately as he holds his hand to your wound and applies pressure in attempt to stop the bleeding âoh fuck, what have I doneâ
Your tears run down your cheeks as you begin to gasp for air and choking on your own blood. You look David straight in the eyes as you feel yourself slowly choke.
âDwayne! Marko! Paul! Help us! Pleaseâ David cries before returning his gaze back your bleeding neck as he hears your desperate gasps for air âno baby please, itâs gonna be okay, Iâm here babyâ
He clutches your neck desperately trying to stop the bleeding, knowing he couldnât lose you. No one was responding to his calls and he could hear your heartbeat slowing down
âIâm so sorry babyâ David cries as tears begin to build up in his eyes âIâm so so sorry, I didnât mean toâ
You feel your self losing consciousness and with your last moments of life.
âFuck youâ you mouth through choking on your own blood, your vocal chords had been cut apart so you unfortunately couldnât scream like you wanted to
You go limp in Davidâs arms after a few minutes but the blood still pours from your neck like a waterfall as it creates a puddle on the cave floor. David sobs as he holds your corpse and looks into you now doll like eyeâs because all they held was emptiness and a lack of a soul.
David cries apologies as he realises that his child is dead and gone, never to be with him again.
Until a thought pops into his head, how could he keep a part of you with him forever?
Davidâs fangs extend and poke holes into your half drained neck as he bites down and tastes your blood.
David cried as he drains your body of blood before letting your corpse gently fall to the ground. Now your blood was in his system, David was convinced that youâd never leave him.
Sorry this took so long I wanted each of the deaths to be unique because I like to imagine it as a alternative universe for the lost boys daughter au where she died and I wanted to make how the boys reacted very different or creepy
Thank you so much for the request, I love getting them :)
buwanâs notes: usually Iâd say smth about not being able to have a baby in this economy but I have severe baby fever this week teeheeâ apologies for the rlly bad writing also- this kinda sucked because I only rlly managed to work on this when I wasnât working on my papers or my artwork sighh.
episode summary: itâs time for your baby batâs first piercings! During your trip, you realize why it may not be such a good idea to bring the boys with you.
content warnings: might bring you baby fever as well, piercing a babyâs ears, emotional vamps.
taglist: @britany1997
[poly!the lost boys x mama!reader.]ďżź
Masterlist
Poly! Lost Boys x Maxâs Daughter Reader
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
wait imagine rafeâs reaction when shy!reader is talking (for once) and his friends start interrupting her and her words slowly die out, or even as a shy girl i always get self conscious when it looks like people arenât paying attention to what iâm saying so i just stop talking at allđ which i feel shy!reader would do with rafe.
this was the sweetest prompt ever for these two ⥠i completely feel the same way have always been like that too! my favorite thing in the world is asking people to finish their stories after someone else interrupts or remembering where they left off. small angelic behaviors!
"-and it's about two brothers, um, it follows the idea of cain and abel through different generations, so it's the brothers and then his sons, but-"
you're perched next to rafe, one of his hands around your waist keeping you in place, the other around his beer. he takes a sip, looking down at you talk about the book you were reading.
kelce had asked, and rafe is glad he did. you're too shy for your own good, clamming up around everyone. he wants to make you comfortable around his friends, at the very least. it's been going well so far, while you ask questions to them over sips of lemonade and reply thoughtfully when they answer.
you're interrupted by topper and the girl he's picked up ever since he stopped chasing after sarah.
"sounds like an english class book," topper comments.
"those books were always so boring. remember that one about the guy and the eyes-" his new girlfriend continues.
"i need another beer. kelce, need one?" topper asks, and you fall silent, curling up further next to rafe. he looks down at you, wondering why you're not continuing. you're quiet, leaning your head on his shoulder and playing with the hem of your dress.
they're talking about beer and classes now, even kelce sucked into the conversation. rafe doesn't like that, not at all, not the way your excitement faded away the second they stopped paying attention, the way topper interrupted, the shit they're talking about now instead of getting to know you, especially when you had listened to them so attentively.
"top, shut the fuck up. and stop cutting my girl off." they go quiet at once. you can hear your heart thudding in your chest. you look up at rafe surprised that he said anything. "keep goin', kid. so they're brothers?"
when it's just the two of you later that night, you hug rafe tight, pressing your head into his check and staying like that for minutes, feeling him rub your back and kiss your forehead, before pulling you away by your neck.
"what's that for?" he mumbles.
"for listening to me."
I just read your NSFW alphabet and hear me out. Jason fucking reader in the batmobile, let the man play out his fantasy
may your harvest be bountiful anon. I was praying someone would ask for this muahaha đ you can find the prompt from the nsfw alphabet here âŁď¸
18+ minors dni
warnings: semi-public but not really đď¸
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you should probably have tried to sound a little more appalled when jason todd told you heâd âborrowedâ the batmobile, but there was something about the way he was sitting in the driverâs seat, with his red hood mask over his face, and his arm hanging out of the window, that weakened your resolve.
all it took was a cock of his head and a coy, âyou gettinâ in, ma?â for your scowl to melt into a giddy smile. thatâs how you found yourself here; zig-zagging through traffic in gotham with a barely-reformed crime lord piloting the in the batmobile like itâs a ferrari. sure, piss off batman. what could go wrong?
thankfully, you donât have time to dwell on the thought as jasonâs hand inches up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your short dress. âwanna take a detour?â he asks, and you can practically hear his grin under the mask. you glance over at him with a smirk as he veers off the cityâs main motorway, heading towards the old harbour.
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perched on rafeâs lap in tannyhill as the boys talk about golf, and youâre practically zoned out in your little dream land until topper makes a boyish joke about rafe being terrible in bed. and one thing about you, your man? you donât play. so youâre sitting up straighter and tilting your head like hm?wanna say that again?until he eventually repeats himself cause he really just thinks you want to be included but suddenly youâreâ
âare you vanilla? is that why top? are you projecting cause youâre terrible in bed?â
you say it so sweet and innocently but you had that narrowed look in your eye and everyones in utter shock like :o damn it was just a joke. rafeâs smirking and squeezing the skin of your waist tighter because god you were the cutest but those little glimpses of how crazy you could get over him really did make his dick jump in his pants. his number one supporter fr.
topper defo sulked for the rest of the day.
Tamaki: I hate when Romantic Partners ESPECIALLY my partner think that we're gonna leave them all the time-"Oh you're gonna leave me because I'm not good enough!~"
Tamaki*Starring into the camera with a blank face*BUNNY IM LUCKY I EVEN GOT YOU!-What do you mean? I AM BUILT LIKE A TWIG!! I LOOK LIKE EVERY BASIC WHITE BOY WITH DARK HAIR!! you are probably gonna be the first and last lover I have!
Tamaki: I'm hideous, I appreciate that you have enough confidence in me that you think I can pull anyone but I really cant*Drinks apple juice like it 'alcohol'*You are stuck with me cause there is no way
Tamaki: Nobody's gonna be lined up at my door like "I wanna date him" I don't even know how you put up with me half the time, I'm lucky you even looked in my direction- WHAT YOU MEAN IM ABOUT TO LEAVE YOU? WHERE AM I ABOUT TO GO?WALMART?
Mirio*On the other line of the phone,smilling*You two are like two peas in a pot!
Calling them "daddy" as a joke
feat: midoriya, bakugo, kirishima, denki, todoroki, tamaki
Summary: (requested!) you decide to text your boyfriend, calling him "daddy" as a joke...or maybe not. slightly nsfw but nothing too serious. read at your own discretion
To the person who requested, hope you enjoy :)
Summary: You are having an affair with Andre Lyon.
Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, sexual themes
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You were halfway done with parting your hair for crochet twists when you heard your doorbell ring. Walking down the hall, you finished your part before you open the door. Andre's lips twitched when he saw your hair. "Don't even start," you turn around and made your way back to the bathroom.
"You look like Cynthia from Rugrats," "Shut up," you say with a chuckle. He follows you into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. He grinds himself against your ass. "Andre, you are not getting none when I look like this,"
"I don't care if you were bald. I would bend you over just like this," his hands slide down to your thighs, pulling your hips back and pushing your chest into the sink. "Absolutely not," you pull away from his touch and body bump him away.
"What did you need, Dre? Or did you come by just to chill?" He cups your cheeks and pressed his warm lips to yours. His hum vibrated your chest and gave your waist a squeeze. "Just came by to chill," he says against your lips. "How long are you staying?" "However long you need me to stay,"
He tilts his head as he met your gaze. You bit your lip and slide your hands down his chest. "Order some food while I put on the music. I'm going to put you to work today,"
"Wouldn't have it any other way," he gives your lips a quick peck before leaving to order the food.
A part of you feels bad for messing around with a married man. Like many things involving love, you didn't plan this. When it came to men, you were as mean as a junk yard dog. You were happily single and hated when people disturbed your inner peace.
When you were first hired as Chief Information Officer for Empire. You worked hard and you worked smart. You allowed yourself to be consumed by your work. Then one night, both you and Andre stayed late at Empire. You were on your way out when you saw him in his office, growing frustrated.
You knocked on the door and asked if there was anything you could do the help. You became his first call for a lot of things. He walked you to your car after one night of drinks and he tried to kiss you. You quickly shut it down and he's been after you ever since.
You had him jump through hoops and he did every one. You finally gave him a chance after months of trailing. He came by a couple times a week to do anything you wanted. To say he trailed after you like a lost puppy was an understatement. It started to show at the work place until you whipped him into shape.
You made him better. You made him feel like he was normal. Not like he was some monster without his meds.
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Andre called you into his office as soon as you clocked in. You hid your nervousness through your long strides as you made your way into his office. "You called?" He motions for you to close the door. "Is everything alright, Andre?"
"We can't do this anymore," you closed your mouth and nodded softly. "Okay, is that all?" You turned to open the door but he calls for you to stop.
You slowly turn to face him. "I'm in the church now and I have to refrain from any sins.. you make me think sinful thoughts." He explains.
You scoff in disbelief and approach his desk. "I have no control over your thoughts, and I am not to blame for them. I did not spread my legs as soon as you flashed a smile at me. I made you work for that shit and you put in the work. So don't you dare painted me as some desperate ho like Anita." You snap.
"We're done. All business calls will be on my office phone. Any calls to my phone will be ignored." "Y/N, baby," he starts. "No, it's done, Andre." You pulled open the door and walk out like nothing happened.
You walked to your office and sat in your chair with a huff. You're definitely going out for drinks tonight. How could you have been so stupid? You really thought that you could have an affair with your bosses son who was married?
How did you think that was going to end, with a happy ever after? That might have been what you hoped for but it definitely wasn't what you got.
You were on your break when Cookie passed you in the hallway. "Damn baby, you clench your jaw anymore and you'll snap it into half." Cookie comments. "Huh? Oh! Right, sorry." "What are you sorry about?" You shook your head for a moment.
"Oh come on, say whatever you need to say. It's clearly eating you up." She says after she pulls you into her office. "I've been played. A guy played me good." You said.
"It happens to the best of us, honey. Don't beat yourself up about it. Tell you what, me and you can go out for drinks after your shift?"
"Oh no, Ms. Lyon, you don't have to do that." "Girl please, you've been hustlin' since they hired you here. You deserve the spotlight. Hell, you deserve a promotion." "Thank you, Ms. Lyon," "Please, call me Cookie." "Hey, Mom. I need your h-" Andre stops once he steps into her office.
"Where you headed for lunch? I'll meet you there after I talk with Andre." "Russo's across the street," "Meet you there, honey." You didn't spare Andre a glance when you left the office.
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"How long?" Lucious asks Andre, whose eyes never left you as soon as you stepped foot into Leviticus. "What?" "How long have you two been messing around with each other?"
"Seven months. I broke things off to save my marriage with Rhonda... But I can't stop thinking about her," You danced with Cookie on the bridge in club.
Cookie took you under your wing after you told her about the 'guy'. Of course she didn't know she didn't know this guy was her son.
Cookie moved away once she saw a man holding your hips from behind. You looked to her and she sends you a nod with a wink. You leaned into him and his grip on your waist tightened. You cringed at the lack of tenderness and pulled away from him.
"Don't touch me," you tell him when you saw him reaching for you. "Oh come on, baby. Don't be like that." "I'm not your baby." You snap and walked away from him. Andre stands when the man grabs your wrist and Luscious chuckles.
"What's so funny?" "She has you wrapped around her finger and she didn't want anything to do with you in the first place," "You're really giving her all that power?" He adds. Andre sent him a glare but smiles when he sees you grip the man's hand tightly and twisted until he fell to his knees.
"When I say don't touch me, I mean that shit." You told the man before letting go of his hand. You walked over to the bar and ordered a martini. He sits back down and runs a hand over his face. "Go talk to her," "Uh uh, she can be real mean when she wants to. She would rip my head off."
"Sounds like her and Cookie are more similar than you thought," "I haven't felt this way about since my first love in high school," "Maybe she's the one," "Yeah, she could be.. I'll talk to her later on tonight," "You mean if she doesn't rip your head off,"
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Andre has been trying to talk to you for a week now. You used every excuse in the book and now you're running out.
"I'm coming over tonight. I'm not leaving until we talk," he texts you and you scowl at your phone. "If I talk to you, will you leave me alone?" Three dots show up on the bottom right corner. "If that's what you want," you left him on read and put your phone in the drawer.
You stayed in your office for the majority of the day until you heard screaming and crashing. You stood and cautiously walked towards the door, not knowing what I would see on the other side.
Your office phone rings, sending a jolt of fear through you. You answer the phone and it was Lucious. "Sir?" "Andre needs you in the conference room,"
"How did you.. doesn't matter. I'm on my way," you rush down the hall and slam on the elevator button. "Who did you call?" Cookie asks. "Y/N," "What? Why would she be.. Andre was the one she was talking about, wasn't she?"
They look to Rhonda, who heard their conversation. It was times like these that you hated being on the eighth floor. The elevators open and you click the floor to the lobby.
Your heart pattered in your chest as the elevator seems like it was move a millimeter a minute. The elevator finally dings and you rush out of the elevator and towards the conference room. Andre yells at a blonde woman, you assume that was Andre's wife.
"Andre," you state softly. He continued to yell and you slowly stepped between them. "Andre," you repeat. You lift your hand in front of you and he stares at it before lifting his own to hold yours. "You're not wherever you are. You are safe with me in the conference room."
"You're safe, Andre." You repeat and he nods. He steps closer to you as he calmed his breathing. He holds your other hand and pulled until your forehead was touching. "We can't," you whisper to him.
He tried to lean in to kiss you and you shook your head no. "I missed you," "We should give them the room," Luscious says. "I'm not going to do anything unless someone tells me what's going on," you tried to pull away but he continued to holds your hands.
"No more secrets," he tells you before looking to his wife. "How long have you been together?" "Seven months," she choked on a sob. "And I've never been happier," he adds.
He brings your hand up to his lips and gave it a kiss. "So what does this mean?" "It means I'm filing for divorce. I'll serve you the papers by the end of the week." you stared at him with wide eyes.
"Andre, what are you doing?" "Following my heart," "No," you tugged your hand free and rushed out of the conference room. You went back up to your office to clear your head, sitting in your chair.
Andre walks in and before you could say a word, he pressed the button to initiate the tint in the windows. He locked the door and you stood with your arms crossed.
"What's going on with you? You break things off with me but continued to stick your stupid alpha male claim on me. You have an episode, then you tell your wife that you wanted to file for a divorce?"
"I know things have been weird but I'm just trying to make sense of things." "My feelings are more important to me than something you can manipulate to make sense of things,"
"I wasn't trying to manipulate you," he rounds the corner of your desk. He tries to reach for you but you stepped away from him.
"Stop pulling away from me, let me hold you." "No! You gave up that right when you tossed me aside like trash," "I love you," "I don't believe you,"
"I love-" you slapped him across the face before you realized what you were doing. He took the hand you used to slap him and kissed your tingling palm.
"I'm sorry," you said with wide eyes. "I forgive you," "Andre," you trail off when he kissed up your arm until he reached your neck. His hands rested on your hips and your lips parted when his plump lips sucked on your skin.
You let him walk you into the desk and lift you on to it, pulling you to the edge of the desk. "This is what is going to happen. You're going to take the rest of the day off. We're going to swing by your place so you can bring some clothes for the week because you're staying at my place."
"I don't think that's-" "It wasn't a request. I'm going to take you to dinner then I'm going to have you for dessert. You're not leaving until we resolve this,"
More of the yandere monster???? Like their married life, him being such a cutie cutie and the reader is a willing person to his yandere tendencies. Like him physically fighting someone for flirting with her for .01 second and her just being đđĽ°
Alright anon, seeing as this has once again resurfaced, I'll cover a little bit of marital life as per your suggestion. (I'm hoping you're referring to the older sibling monster)
A little change of plans and the wedding you've been kidnapped for continued without a hitch, except you married the monstrous sibling instead. Made for an awkward celebratory dinner, but no one dared to oppose the Beast.
Content: female reader, monster romance, mildly NSFW, saga of the monster hoe reader continues
Hello! I sAw your intro and was intrigued. I have a request,- you don't have to if its too much-
imagine AFAB reader who is a devotee to this Eldritch being, seeing them as a deity or a God. As the world grew more modern/OR there's a great war. SOMETHING that lead the other devotees to not believe in this being anymore, bUt ofcouRse, our reader are devoted n loyal to the being, iN which the being will RewaRd the reader
You could get creative with this! I imagine when the reader prays, the Eldritch will speak to them telepathically, (whether to ask for a sacrafice- oR other *orDers~*) SO, reader has a voice kink ;). And soMe other stuff too- like corruption, tentacles, anal, cunnilingus, edging, and over stim pleasee-! (if its too much I understand-)
Bonus if our devotee reader was rlly innocent before hand :)
Thank You!! ~ đŤ
Eldritch Being/Deity x AFAB Reader
Title: Fearfully and Wonderfully Made
NSFW, 18+, MDNI
Content: dubious consent, religious kink, corruption, tentacles, voice kink, praise kink, edging, overstim, mindfuck, double penetration (v and a), cunnilingus.
Notes: Thank you for the idea shooting star anon. This is probably the filthiest thing Iâve ever written. I hope you enjoy it.
Constructive feedback from readers is appreciated.
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Your God is one of secrets, veiled and hidden, his mysteries not fully known to you.
I just watched The First Omen at the cinema and you may go ahead and cuff me for blasphemy, butâŚ
You have been chosen by the Cult as the one to carry their ungodly plan after many failed attempts. This time it was a success, yet not for the reasons they might expect. The Devil has his eyes on you.
Content: female reader, mentions of pregnancy, religious themes, blasphemy, violence, horror, a non-consent scene!, based on The First Omen (2024); image from the promotional poster
Pairing: Male!Orc x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, public sex, orc mating rituals, size difference, dirty talk, size kink
A/N: When I get in the mod like this I know my period is close. It's my breeding senses tingling.
Everyone's eyes were on you but yours were on the big orc in front of you, the one sitting on his makeshift throne and smirking as he watched your naked self approach him. He extended his giant hand to you, waiting for you to take it before he pulled you onto his lap, his hard, long, girthy cock pressing against your stomach. You knew it would happen like this, the mating ceremony between you and your new husband.
"Don't look so scared. None of my men will lay a finger on you. You are under my protection and care. Mine and mine alone. My woman. Understood? For as long as I live no other man, orc or otherwise will touch you. I swear on my sword and my tusks."
His words reassured you, at least your heart but your body was still preparing for what was gonna happen. His cock wasn't that huge but he was really girthy and fat, far bigger then any human man you were with. Knowing that something that big was meant to fit inside of you filled you with both excitement and fear.
"You will fit on my cock perfectly. You're far from the first human woman that's been on the receiving end of an orc cock. They all walk away very satisfied, if they can walk at all. I'll make sure your cunt gets the best orgasm it's had yet."
Even though his size was intimidating it also felt good, almost heavenly to have that much inside of you. Your pussy needed time to adjust to the girth but once it fully entered you. His smirk made your ears burn, as did the chuckles of the others when your hips moved on their own. You tried to hide your face but he grabbed your tiny wrists and held them behind your back while rocking his body into yours.
"There's no use in trying to hide now. You've already shown everyone here how much you like my cock. Nothing to be scared of here, you can be as slutty as your body desires. It's what you were made for after all. To take orc dick and cum."
You could hear how the other orcs began stroking their cocks, throwing in their own words at you. They were watching you and getting horny. All because of you. Your new orc husband growled in appreciation when your pussy started clenching around his cock, your moans getting louder, bolder.
"Your pussy wants it right? It wants my cum. You'll have to make sure to milk me dry like a good mate. Otherwise my seed won't take and we'll have to do this again. I might bring a few other women so they can show you how it's done. Ah, what's this? Clenching around me like that? What a possessive woman."
Possessive might have not been the exact word you would use. Greedy maybe. Cause right now you were the one his cock was hard for, you were the one who was gonna make him come in front of all his men, you were the one whose womb was gonna get all of his fertile, creamy seed.
"Really want it now. Yes, that's it, good girl. Keep riding me, take what's yours, my whole load. Take it and give me a child. You'll look divine walking around with a swollen, big belly and breasts heavy, ready to feed them when they're born."
(Gif not mine)
Request: Maybe an angsty bridgerton sibling one where sheâs forgotten about a lot and they realise they donât even know her favourite colour or whatever, maybe they realise when playing a game and so she gets upset âanon
Summary: Your siblings finally take an interest in you
Warnings: fem!reader, kinda angsty??? Sibling stuff lmao
Word Count: 1.1k
A.N: uhhhh Iâm hoping this is good lmao, fingers crossed, still shaky in writing Bridgerton I guess
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The parlor was empty, besides you at the piano forte, and quite, besides the ticking of the grandfather clock on the other side of the room and the scratching of your pen on the parchment in front of you. Faintly, you hum out the tune of your new piano forte piece, something youâve been composing for quite some time. It was a solemn piece, longing for a deep understanding and love from someone who cared. A reflection of yourself.
reader is a housemaid, smutty ish bits, anthony is very cute<3
a/n: this is sort of drabble-y and short but i just loved @gxlden-honeyâs idea for a housemaid!reader x anthony who are just super in love. itâs the tiniest big angsty if u rly squint but i just love lovesick Anthony
everyone sees, but no one bears witness
being a housemaid is often more fun than people suspect, especially when you work for a rich family such as the bridgertons. there is a lot of hard work involved, of course. floor scrubbing that leaves your knees sore and raw, scrubbing pans for so long that your elbows begin to ache, and not to mention how dry and cracked the skin of your palms can be in the winter. but the perks are more than worth it. being fed beautiful meals three times a day by the chefs, having full reign of the library when off duty - two days a week, much better than most of your friends - and, best of all, going completely unnoticed.
you knew more than lady whistledown did about most of the rich families that surrounded you, whispered by maids and butlers and carriage men over market stalls and in the background of afternoon teas. you knew about their affairs, their darkest secrets, their lies and their deceit. and yet, hidden in plain sight, no one knew yours.
thank god.
every tuesday morning, you awoke early to a half-empty house. every tuesday, eloise, hyacinth and gregory slept in, with no classes until noon. benedict was always still out with colin, and they let themselves in through the maidsâ entrance so to avoid their mother, who, every tuesday morning, would be taking tea with francesca after their solo promenade.
and that was why, every tuesday morning, you found yourself pressed up against an office wall with your underwear looped around one ankle.
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