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Boomerang

Vox x Female!Ex!Overlord!Reader

Summary: When Vox proves incapable of cutting Valentino out of his sex life despite his many reassurances, you decide to break it off with him and leave for good. He doesn't take it so well.

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Adam x 3rdWifeReader (Angst to Fluff)

Title: "Talk to me baby"

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Warnings: Adam is mean, Reader is unappreciated, Angst to fluff/comfort, cussing, crude humor, Adam and you are alive outside of the garden, nudity, Reader is a classic dainty domestic wife, pregnancy, sexual actions/references.

(OOC: It's 1am and I have work at 8am, so not proof read. I'll edit it tomorrow when I get off work)

Words from Bexie: "Life is too short to let someone else fill it with bullshit"

When you were created, traced out in gold and made of stardust, there was a light. It spoke to you the virtues of being a woman, which, was apparently what you are called. A woman, beautifully created to care for God's creation called man. In return man would lead you, nuture and provide for you. You did not know pain, you did not know lust, or love. You were told that your very being, would bring your husband the contentment he was missing.

Oh how very wrong you had been told.

Yes, your husband, the first man created, Adam, did indeed provide for you. A big personality your husband has, however, it was never directed toward you. He bites back at your attempts to get closer. Leaving you with open wounds for you to lick, never fully healing as the scar is ripped off by your unending reaches.

His words stung.

"Just piss off, you're not helping"

"I really don't care."

"How about instead of wasting both our time with a bunch of shit, you go waste your own hm?"

"You really can't do anything, can you?"

"Honestly, what makes you any better than the last two? Although I will say you are far more pathetic."

His actions hurt.

Shoving you aside, and sometimes you'd fall. (You didn't see how he'd turn to you with wide eyes before storming off)

Smacking items out of your hands when he felt you weren't doing something correctly, grumbling about he'd do it himself.

Walking in front of you, leaving you behind, grabbing you when he'd find you.

And you apologized every time.

Never did you cry to him.

You were made to bring happiness to one man, and you would be enough for him someday; Otherwise, how could you say you're worthy of Heaven's good graces? How could you call yourself Adam's wife?

Right now... however, your heart is shattering as you realize that maybe... Adam is unreachable. You messed up. Bad this time. When you tried to fix it, you had only messed up more. Now Adam always had a short temper with you, but, he had never yelled. Raised his voice and barked at you, never screaming. This was a new form of irritation from him that frightend you, to be on the recieving end of it....

You heart was racing, palms damp as your fingers twitch. You try not to breathe harshly, so as to not upset the man even more with the fact you lungs need air.

"I... I'm sorry-" "Yeah SORRY! You're ALWAYS sorry!" Adam yells, "It's the one thing I can actually expect you to do right."

You flinch, you don't know what else to say. You feel shame for letting your husband down once again.

"I never asked for you! You think your some kind of god given gift to me? HA more like a god given pain in my ass."

Don't cry don't cry don't cry

"You, out of all my wives, are by far the most fucking bothersome- maybe ever on this damn planet."

It's okay it's okay he doesn't actually-

"This is why I don't even try fucking you,"

....wha- he doesn't-

"-'t satisfy her husband? Which is pretty hard to mess up. Can't count on you to even carry a child. The one damn thing you as a woman are supposed to actually be able to-"

All breath leaves you. Tears, that had only been trickling, stream down your face from wide eyes. Your hands cover your trembling lips attempting to keep the whimpers clawing up your throat down.

It's quiet, just the fire crackling. Adam had cut himself off seeing your frail state.

That was too far.

Adam feels his chest tighten at your grief stricken expression. Glossy eyes holding shame, and betrayal. He can hearing your staggered breathing and sniffles, choking on your own sobs.

He takes a step forward, and you shrink into yourself, frown deepening. So he freezes, unsure of what to do.

"I'm so- sorry." You sob out, looking down before your dart out of your stone made home. Leaving Adam to stare where you had been standing. ....fuck.

Your blurry vision takes moments to adjust to the darkness shrouding the land. The night breeze pricks at your exposed skin, chilling the wet trails on your cheeks. You sit at the bay of a small river, the clear water reflecting the moonlight beaming above you.

It was a beautiful night you could not bring yourself to admire.

Just another thing you can't do.

Your resolve, your heart, felt like it was finally crumbling. The abuse you've endured felt as if it all had been for nothing.

I'm not good enough.

Would you ever be? Would it ever be possible for you to be the wife you were made to be? The wife that Adam would need?

I'm not good enough.

You had done everything you could to earn his affections. But...

"I'm not good enough." You say, your hands together in a prayer, you continue, whispering to your father, "My Father thou art in Heaven, I'm sorry, I'm not good enough. I can't do any better, this is it. I've been here for some time, and I haven't- I have failed you Father. I have failed Adam as well. No apology will make up for the disgrace I am. I'm not a good wife, and I will never be a mother-"

You sob, cutting yourself off.

There had been a few times where Adam and you had sex, merely to try for a baby. Each time, you relished in the feeling of your husband's touch. Enjoying his skin on yours even if it was just his hands and him thrusting behind you. So much so, you never felt irritated when you didn't finish, happy to know he did.

When you never became pregnant, it remained an unspoken fact between you two and God, children were not in the stars. Your relationship suffered further for this.

How badly you wanted to be a mother. To have a baby to love and care for outside of Adam. Watch them grow, to replace the pain that dwelled in your heart. To raise them, to make up for the failure of your existence.

"There must be better. Better for Adam. Please, he deserves better- he does. Someo-one who can give him children, someone who can tend to him, love him better than I ever could."

You pray, you pray for Adam with your whole heart and soul. With your tears, with your shame, guilt. Just as you had before, to be better.

You cease your pleads, quieting your cries, when you hear footsteps to your left. You gaze at the darkness for a moment, when Adam steps through you turn your head back down. He stands away from you, though you don't know if he's even looking at you. "Let's go home." He speaks flatly.

Truth was, you didn't want to home yet, but, you close your eyes taking a hiccuped breath as you stand. Stepping where you assume Adam had began walking. Only to find his feet still planted on the grass. Adam watches as you stumble to take a step back, eyes going up to his in surprise then falling back to the ground.

He watches your hands fiddle together. Sees your shoulders tense, when was the last time she wasn't, asshole. He turns around, ashamed walking towards home as you follow.

You weren't the same after that night. It looked as though your day to day life you were just waiting. Going through the motions, your chores and responsibilties, without care. No more smiles, no more offers to help, no more little chips in of conversation. No more you.

Adam, begrudgingly, attempted to gain reactions from you.

He knows what he said was dickish but really?

He brought back some flowers from his outing, to which you accepted with a light "Thank you." Did you like them? Did you even like flowers at all? Of course you did that would be in character. What was her favorite then? Adam brought back a wild pig that would feed you both for a week. Instead of your usual commending words as you clap your hands in thank, you just started a fire to burn down to hot coals for cooking.

The only hint of emotion he got from you was one time, and it made his chest ache.

He had gathered enough animal skin and yucca plant to make you a new top. (He noticed your other had rips you had been repairing.)

When he presented it to you, you commented on his craftmenship. When he stated it was for you, however, he watched as your eyes widened. "For me?" You asked him, breathily, cheeks coloring a bit. "...Yeah." Adam responded, "So put it on, that one looks worn." He places it in your lap where you sit.

Picking it up you rub your thumbs along the cloth. You take off your top, revealing your soft breasts. It's smooth, insolated, straps that tie around your neck. Beads docorate along the v-neck line. It's a bit more... showy than what you'd normally wear, but it's beautiful all the same. "Thank-" You gasp.

Adam has your front to the ground as you leans over back. You feel his breath on your neck when his chest meets your skin. You stare off blankly, willing your body to cooporate for his use. Adam runs his tongue along your neck to your ear, sucking underneath. Calloused hands wrap around you, pulling you closer. That wasn't part of the routine.

His hips grind against yours, hands groping the curves of your body. He hums against you, "Come on baby," he says, "give me something." Almost begging, he freezes, breathing shakey.

He trails his nose down your spine, eyes closed, he meets the material of your top. Adam takes a deep breath, then brings you back to sit up. He moves his body from your own, at first, you feel that dread of guilt creep in your heart and up your throat. Had you not been good enough once again? You don't notice when he comes back, crouching behind you, until he grasps you long hair.

Gently he moves your locks, weaving them into a long braid you realize. What you don't know, is he had placed the flowers he'd brought you through the braid. He ties the end with one of your yucca cords, then puts it over your shoulder revealing the floral to you.

For the first time, you feel something from Adam. Something close to an apology. Something like care. It was the first action from him that wasn't out of necessity.

Trailing the braid and flowers with your finger tips, you look over your shoulder, "Thank you." You tell him, a small smile gracing your lips.

Things were different in your life with Adam. It had started subtle. Bringing you gifts when he went out, asked you to come with him for simple chores, and he'd bring flowers and feathers for your hair every morning.

Eventually more personal things began.

Adam would try to ask you about your days. He even comes out to your garden you tend to, inquiring about the plants that feed you two. He sleeps next to you, not quite together, but, he's there. You didn't know that he had awoke to your soft cries at night on more than one ocasion.

Adam kicks himself for ignoring you those nights

Not the sweetest with his words, but compliments you his own way.

"That wasn't too bad" "No no, I-I like it." "Sounds like you had a good day." "Tits look perky today." "Smells nice in here."

Through your caution, wet heart still healing, you could feel, and see, Adam's effort. It felt wonderful. There was one thing. Adam had not touched you since he had given you your new top some time ago.

With your feelings for him resurfacing, that familiar yearning for Adam creeped back up on you. You wanted your husband in every way. You think of this as you lay on your sleep cloths. He was so close, yet it felt like he was far away. Facing away from you. Your thoughts consumed you, keeping you from acting on your desires. If he wanted to touch you, he would have right?

You sigh quietly, but not quiet enough. "What?" Adam speaks, you jump a bit. "What's wrong with you?" He tries again when you stay silient. Panicking slightly, you come up with a quick excuse. "The weather is getting colder again," you explain, "I just thought the embers would last a bit longer." "I told you to put that extra wood on there, stubborn woman."

Adam sit up, stretching to grab the log pieces he had cut for the cooler nights. When he looks over to you he spots another cover behind you. Must've pushed it aside on accident. Without delay he leans over you to cover you with it, then arms wrap around his waist.

Adam tenses at the touch, looking down to find your gaze, even through the dark. Your hands push on his back lightly, "Hold me." You whisper, "Please... please." He gives in to your pleads, laying on his side to grab you, rolling you both to where he lays on his back with you on his chest. Bare skin warming the other's. You move your covers to over the both of you, Adam takes over, bringing them to your chin.

The man feels you sigh, soft body molding into his chiseled one, tension leaving your muscles. This is how it should've always been. Right here, he promises, this is how it will always be. You were more than just a replacement, you are his wife now. Adam had forgotten what being your husband meant. He'll spend everyday with you fulfilling the duties he neglected. Everyday, he'll remind you how beautiful you truly are. Every night, he'll worship your body and soul, holding you close.

He will do everything, knowing you will do the same.

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Winter had been harsh, cold days and night with some blizzards mixed in. It was beginning to get warmer, however, so you worried not over the low supply of food in your home. It had carried both you and Adam all winter, along with Adam's successful stored hunts, keeping enough fat on your bodies to hold heat. You had already spread out your stored seeds to begin their process of growth.

Other than that, you hadn't felt up to much else. For quite some time, since the snow and ice started melting, you had felt sluggish. The thought of eating anymore berries had your body tensing, feeling of dizziness taking over you.

Not only that, but winter weight had really taken to you this year. Your belly extended and hips expanded. Adam had noticed as well, he told you your widen hips just meant "more fun" for him, calling your pudgy belly and swelled breasts sensuous. If he was happy with it, then you found no harm in the change.

But the growing aches and pains worried you both. Something was different, it didn't feel bad, it didn't feel nice, but, it felt natural.

You were carrying some wood back with Adam, you would have to lay it by the fire to dry. You had plenty of dry wood still, but your husband insisted on gathering more to begin drying. Which you were fine with, after the promise of herbal tea and a foot rub waiting for you once you reach home.

It was all going well, until you felt something strange... Like your insides were moving or being moved. Something was moving in you?! You squeak in distress, dropping the wood in your arms you lean on a tree for support. Adam, immediately at you side, brushing your fallen hair back. "Hey," he says, cupping your jaw with both hands, "what's wrong? Talk to me baby." You breathe, pushing a hand on your lower stomach, where you freeze. You swear, you felt another pulse, it beats with your own. A warmth takes over your entire being. Starting at the source.

"I'm having a baby." You say without thought.

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You were sitting in Douma's lap in the room where his followers normally came to seek his wisdom. His followers were waiting outside the room for him to "get ready" but he was just spending time playing with his adorable little partner.

"Ngh..Douma..." You whimpered as Douma sucked on your neck while his long slender fingers caressed your thighs. "Shh darling~" he whispered into your ear pulling away from your neck. "My followers will hear~" He said slowly taking your clothes off so he could play with you down there. You just gasped at Douma's sudden movements. You hoped that nobody would get impatient and come in to see their god fingering his partner but then again Douma would just kill anyone who dared interrupt this precious time with his beloved. Douma told his followers that he would be done getting ready in 10 minutes and it's already been 5 minutes since he had said that so you were starting to get a bit nervous.

And almost like he could read your thoughts Douma said "What? worried I can't make you cum in 5 minutes?" Before you could respond he said "Darling you of all people should know there wasn't ever a person I couldn't please in bed, Even in five minutes." His pretty eyes smiled at you. There was something so comforting about the way he smiled at you. Every smile he gave you was filled with warmth and comfort even during times like this.

Douma sat up pulling himself away from you and took off his clothes. "Ride me" he commanded. You did as you were told and lowered yourself onto him. Douma looked at you in awe as he watched you take him so well. Douma just thought you were absolutely adorable. He couldn't get enough of how you tried to hold back your moans as you rid him. He let out a couple grunts but nothing too loud "Darling you're going awfully slow.." He said as he put his hands on your hips.

You screamed in pleasure as he slammed you back onto his cock. Douma grunted when he heard your cry of pleasure. Douma pinned you to the ground still staying inside of you and started to move at his own pace he slammed his cock in and out of you. Your mind was going blank all you could hear were your cries of pleasure mixed with Douma's grunts and whines. You were sure his followers could hear you but you didn't care you were in so much pleasure right now it was hard to care about anything else other than Douma.

Your body shuddered as a wave of pleasure washed over you. Douma smirked he could tell you were close. "Inside..." You moaned. Douma's grip on you tightened as you came on his cock and not much longer he came inside you. Your eyes were growing heavy and your mind was so blurry you couldn't hear anything Douma said but you could feel him kissing your forehead.

Douma quickly got dressed as he noticed it was only one minute until the 5 minutes were up. After Douma finished getting dressed he put your clothes back on and laid your sleeping figure on his lap. And before he could kiss you goodnight he heard followers entering the room.

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Pairing: Saint Peter x Reader

C/TW: NSFW (duh), Adam mentioned, Implied!Switch Peter, He’s mostly subbing, Dom reader, reader mostly written as fem in mind

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A/N: This is all written with the mindset that Peter is very new to sexual intimacy. I feel like as time went on, the answers would differ. Plus also I really like the idea of a virgin saint Peter so like-💀

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He’s usually in subspace for awhile after sex, so he probably wouldn’t do anything for the first several minutes. But he would love to hold your hand, stay close to you, and use his wings to wrap you both up snuggly together. Maybe ask if you’re hungry and want him to order anything for you.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also you)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ His favourite part of his body would probably have to be his hands. He loves running them over your body, through your hair, holding and groping you, fingering you, ect,. His hands are soft, delicate and always cold, loves how your body reacts to his touches.

His favourite body part on you is would have to be your mouth/lips. From how they feel against his lips, skin, wrapped around his cock, ect,. Plus the sweet pleasurable noises you make when you guys do it, with his name falling from your lips, gets him all needy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ If you have a sweet tooth, you’d love the taste of his cum. He loves cumming down your throat the most. Watching you with watery blue eyes as you drink his cum like it’s your favourite milk is enough to get him hard again.

D = Dirty Secret (What’s their dirty secret)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ During a particularly long shift at the golden/pearly gates of Heaven, his mind wondered off to fantasizing about you sitting underneath the podium, milking his cock with your mouth as he works. He got so hard but was so embarrassed and ashamed of it, he couldn’t face you, Sera, and anyone else for the next several days. May or may not have thought about that fantasy the next time you gave him head though.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ No experience. Not even in masturbation. You’re his first time ever. He’s been around for centuries and never did anything until you and him became a thing.

F = Favourite Position

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Saw @simphornies mention this and I 100% agree; Missionary and Cowgirl. He likes facing you and holding your hips, thighs, tits/chest, waist, ect,. His favourite is holding your hands though—he likes the intimacy and caring nature of it.

G = Goofy (Are they serious or goofy during sex?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Pretty serious. Maybe kind of goofy but in a dorky way? He wouldn’t crack a joke but he would maybe react kind of adorably and dork like since he’s so flustered. You pin him against a wall? “Ah—well—Uh..ha… hello there..” God he’s such a dork.

H = Hair (How well groomed down there are they?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Pretty well groomed. No bush, gets trimmed every now and then.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantically speaking)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He loves being intimate. He definitely prefers making love over sex, any day! He loves whispering praises to you, whether or not he’s topping or bottoming, he will tell you he loves you and how perfect he thinks you are. A big fan of stolen kisses while you do it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He feels kinda guilty doing it so he doesn’t do it often. Plus he prefers your hand, mouth, and body anyways so like—

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Praise kink (both giving and receiving). He has to let you know how perfect you are, how good you make him feel, and thank you for letting him touch and see your bare skin. When he receives praise though, he gets needy and kind of teary eyed, definitely sends him up to subspace quickly. Also gets really flustered and embarrassed. Oh you say he looks so pretty when he’s edged into oblivion? He’s definitely tearing up and whimpering.

He loves cock warming. He also hates it because come on! You’re being so unfair, sitting on his aching cock and not moving. Oh but he loves how closely intimate it is, how he gets to wrap his arms around you, holding you close, your hands entangling themselves into his hair, ect,. And when you do move? Oh my god he’s so relieved, he’s thanking you and moaning your name like it’s the only thing he knows how to say.

Overstimulation. He’s weak and is usually already a trembling mess just from a handjob, so he cums quickly. When you keep going though, sucking him dry, riding him, and milking him for several more rounds though? You could ask if he wants you to stop but he’s already babbling on incoherently about how he doesn’t want you to stop. Plus he likes how trembly he is when you’re done, cuz that usually means you take care of him and he has every excuse to cling to you as much as possible.

L = Location (Favourite place to do it)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Privacy of the bedroom. Your bedroom, his bedroom, shared room, hotel room, whatever. He just wants a big bed to lay on or to lay you on while you go at it like rabbits—with full privacy of course.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Honestly he’s kind of easy to turn on—especially when it comes to you. Whisper a few dirty words to him, pin him against a wall, tease him, bend over in front of him, ect,. It’s easier to just say ‘you’, honestly. You could go out for milkshakes and he’d completely innocently watch you lick the white substance from your lips and his mind goes places. Granted he feels dirty and embarrassed by it so please don’t tease him about it :c

N = No (What will they not do?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Anything where either of you get hurt-even just a lil bit—is off the table. Want him to spank you? No, no, sweetheart! Why would he do that? He just wants to worship you and love you.

Also anything where people could hear or see you. He hopes the bedroom walls are soundproof cause his jealousy side does not like the idea of anyone hearing your noises and seeing your body the way only he should get to see it. He once accidentally walked in on you changing and despite his very flustered state, he lightly scolded you for leaving the door unlocked. What if someone else walked in?! :c

O = Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving? How skilled are they?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ As mentioned quite a few times already, he loves getting head from you. Your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock sucking, licking, and kissing—it drives him crazy. He’s not selfish though, he loves giving you head as well. Got a pussy he could eat out? He’s already sitting on the floor by the edge of the bed with your legs spread over his shoulders as he eats you out like you’re a delicious last meal.

He’s surprisingly good at it, despite having no experience before you came into his life. It mostly stems from him being kind of unsure of himself and just trying as much as he can so he can please you just as amazing as you please him. It works. Maybe a little too well though but that’s okay! He’ll spread your thighs apart and whisper sweet praises to you as he takes another lick of your sweet juices.

P = Pace (Fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He likes starting slow and getting faster. Slow because of the intimacy and being in the moment with you but as the night wears on, the more needy and desperate you both get and he just can’t get enough of you. He needs either you riding him until he can’t breathe anymore or his cock so balls deep in you that only his name is all you know.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies over proper sex)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He doesn’t…mind them. I mean, they still feel good and since it’s you, of course he’ll do it buuuuuut he prefers proper sex-er, love making. Honestly if you both don’t have enough time, oral is preferred. If you do get a quickie in though, please still hold his hand and make him feel loved when you’re done your little fun together. It’s the love and care that he craves.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, take risks, ect?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Not really. Public fun maybe, but that’s usually reserved for oral and even then, he wants/needs you guys to be somewhere at least 98% private. Want to suck him while spending the day at the beach? Yes, sweetheart, of course you can but please not here—let’s find someplace a lot more secluded, okay?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He cums quickly and gets hard from a few dirty words and naughty touches from you. In other words he’s sensitive as fuck but please don’t stop, he loves the overstimulation and those pretty noises you make. The most he’ll be able to go is about 4 rounds before it starts feeling so overwhelmingly good that it actually starts to hurt. If you can still go however, he’s more than happy to let you sit on his face. He’ll be so lost in subspace, the only thing on his mind would be you and the taste of your pretty pussy.

T = Toys (Do they have any toys?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Adam gifted him a fleshlight once, just to be a dick and tease him. You guys do use it though sometimes—mainly when you feel particularly cruel and want to tease him. Straddle him, using the fleshlight to jerk him off while he sits there trembling and begging for you to stop teasing him. It feels good but you just feel so much better.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Despite how subby I made him out to be, sometimes he’ll take charge. He’s definitely a switch, leaning more towards bottoming. When he’s topping though, he likes to tease you by eating you out over and over. It’s one of the few times he gets to hear you whine and whimper, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, as he drives you so, so close! One of the other reasons he teases you like this, is because he knows he doesn’t really last that long in bed compared to you. So getting you all needy, desperate, and wet for him is basically part of his plan to get you to cum good and all over him when he finally fucks his cock into you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds do they make?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He’s pretty loud. He doesn’t scream but he isn’t like, a quiet fuck either. He whimpers, moans, and begs—doesn’t matter if he’s topping or bottoming. If you peg him-or you got a dick-though, he’s screaming in pleasure. Tries to be quiet, not that successful.

W = Wild Card (random nsfw headcanon)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ LOVES lazy morning sex. You’re both so sleepy, yet so needy, loving, and clinging to each other the entire time. It’s like you can’t keep your lips off of each other. When he’s topping, he loves hovering above you, holding your body close to him, exchanging many loving good morning kisses as he finds a nice steady rhythm to fuck his cock into you nice and deep.

When you’re topping he likes sitting up against the pillows and headboard as you lazily ride and grind against him. His hands he wouldn’t know what to do with as all he wants is to keep touching you and keep you close. Definitely always kissing each other though. He loves it when you eat each other’s moans like this ♥︎

X = X-Ray (What are they packing?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He’s pretty average at about 5 inches. Fully erect though he’s about 6 inches. His cock is decently thick. Like the rest of him, it’s paper white but the head has a golden hue. Surprisingly heavy balls—probably from the literal centuries they’ve gone having not been emptied.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Not high so he wouldn’t really initiate that often. If you initiated though, that’s another story. It just needs to be with you and plus only you can really get him going. If you have a high sex drive, don’t worry, you won’t be flying solo a lot. And when he gets into it, he gets into it. Could and will go hours upon hours because of you.

Z = ZZZ (How quick they fall asleep afterwards?)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It takes a lot out of him, especially when he’s bottoming/subbing. So he can easily fall into slumber but he loves the aftercare so he stays up until your both settled. Then he’ll allow himself to drift off to sleep with you right next to him.

A/N: I’ve been wanting to make this for so long and then finally at like 1am I was like, you know what… I’ll do it. And now it’s 4am and my sleep schedules ruined—

Heh, worth it though

Also might’ve went a bit ham on the “Kink’s” portion I’m so sorry 💀💀

can you write a zestial x reader where the reader is an angel and they have a secret relationship but the seraphim found out and b an ned her from heaven

A Daring Creature -Part 1

Zestial x angel fem reader

Note: AHHH!!! I LOVE this!! Also why don't we have yellow text colours! I also had to take a LOT of liberties writing Zestial because we don't know much about him.

Warning: inacurate middle English

Word count: 1880

PART 1 -

Zestial was more than 400 years old, he lost the real count a LONG time ago. What he would never lose count of was how long he'd known her. To be fair it wasn't all THAT long ago, only 42 years ago, but he swore to himself he'd never forget that day.

He was hiding out in his mansion on his territory during extermination day when he heard a loud pang outside. Something must've hit the ground very hard, if it was a sinner they would probably already be dead by this point and if it was an exterminator, he didn't want to cross paths with them. So instead he hid deeper, in the basement of his mansion.

The day went on without a hitch and Zestial could leave his manor again to check what happened. While he was exploring his garden, he found a strange creature had crashed into the path, having destroyed the beautiful tiles. She had giant white wings and a yellow halo above her head. small wounds and bruises adorned her body with golden blood flowing out of them, they were, however, healing quickly. She wasn't dead.

Was this angel an exterminator? No, she didn't wear their uniform nor did she hold a black hallow like her military sisters, then why was she here. Zestial had many questions, but first he had to decide. Was it worth bringing in this angel to gain their favour even though she could become a threat later on?

She didn't seem to have any angelic weapons on her, she wouldn't be able to kill him... Zestial decided to bring her in and laid her down on a bed in one of his guest rooms. He designated one of his demon contracts to take care of her and warn him when she wakes up.

Y/n woke up with a headache, the last thing she remembered was falling face first into the ground and now she was in a bed? How did she get here. She slowly sat up, looking around the room, it was decorated with red, black and greenish yellow decor. Did this mean she made it to hell? Another look over her eyes landed on a man standing in the corner, he was short, wore a butler-like uniform and had a web in his hair. What she assumed to be a demon, had red skin and black horns.

"H-hello," she spoke but the demon stayed quiet. "Where am I?"

The demon looked at his watch. "Please put on this attire and wait here. I'll be informing master that you're awake." And with that the demon left without answering her question.

On the chair laid a simple black dress, nothing fancy but it also wasn't a rag. She slowly got out of bed, being careful with her headache, and changed out of her very badly damaged angel attire.

Who was this guy's master? The demon who lived there seemed to be very well of and thus powerful. What kind of mess did she get herself in now?

A knock came from the door, "lady, if you're finished changing please come out."

When she walked out, she saw the same demon waiting on her in the hallway.

"Follow me."

Looking around the hallways, the building looked like it was decorated by someone from th 17th century. Besides all the luxury paintings and dressers, what really stood out were the strange spiderweb motives all around the building, from the wallpapers to the candle chandeliers.

They ended up in front of a pair of doors that were at least 3 meters (10 feet) tall. The tops were arched and the handles looked like spiders.

The demon knocked on the giant doors. "She's here, sir."

"Thee can enter!"

The demon didn't react, so Y/n opened the door just enough to walk through. Inside was an office. The wooden walls as well as the furniture had flowery carvings in them, the fabric used for the cushiony parts of the furniture had web patterns in them and the candle light glowed green instead of yellow.

On the armchair behind the desk sat a tall figure, he had four green glowing eyes, a dark black cloak wrapped around his body, spider held the place of where his bowtie was supposed to be and a hat sat upon his head making his already tall figure even taller.

"Please, sitteth down." The man conjured up two cups of thee, one of which he took a sip from. "Now, wherefore is there an angel down here? Thee aren't an exterminator."

"I was just really curious about hell and kind off... Snuck down." Y/n awkwardly looked around the room avoiding eye contact with the demon in front of her. "What is an exterminator?"

Zestial choked on his tea hearing her question. "Does thou not knoweth?"

"No," she answered.

"Alloweth me to proposeth a deal." He got her attention again after she started to search around the room again. "I shall bid thee about the exterminations and hell, in turneth thee bid me in detaileth about how thee did get here." Zestial held out his hand, it became surrounded by glowing webs.

"Uhm sure, but we don't have to do the hand thingy." She laughed it off. "So when I first arrived in heaven three years ago, I started to wonder what hell was like. Nobody could give me a concrete answer, not even the seraphim. I made it my mission to find out what's it like. After two years, I realised a group of angels went down every year..."

"Hey lute!" Y/n ran up to the older angel. "Where were you yesterday?" "Work." "For a whole twenty four hours?" She asked. "Yes," Lute sighed, "what do you want Y/n?" "I was just curious." "Too curious, it's none of your business where and how I work."

"I knew I just had to follow them, so the next time they gathered, I snuck through the gates and jumped after them. On the way down, I had a bit of an accident, my wing got caught on the metal tip of a strange tower and it ripped through me. And that's how I ended up falling into the ground."

"I supposeth I shouldst hold up my own endeth. Every year, the heavens sendeth down an army of exterminators." As Zestial was telling her this Y/n's eyes widened. "Thy sisters cometh down to slaught'r."

"I... I know Lute and the others aren't model angels, but I doubt they would-"

"T's the thruth." Zestial stood up from his desk. "Anon, t's better thee leaveth. I wanteth not beest the targeteth of thy sisters."

He was about to snap his fingers when Y/n yelled, "WAIT!"

He stopped.

"How about another deal? No one of the angels know I'm here and I have a strong alibi. You seem like a powerful demon and I probably wouldn't survive the streets of hell. So, I stay with you for a year, you show me around and I'll give you... Whatever you want...?" Even though she talked a million miles a minute, he still understood her.

"I aught to want?" He considered it for a few seconds. "Dealeth." Zestial held out his hand and the glowing webs were back.

"You haven't said what yet..." But y/n didn't get an answer. "Fine, ONE thing you want."

Zestial nodded his head.

"Deal."

She shook his hand and for a slight second, his whole appearance seemed to change. The man became even taller, spiders crawled around his body and webs covered their intertwined hands. And then it was gone again, like it never happened.

"Edward shall be in chargeth of thy careth. I expecteth thee to never grise foor of these grounds unless thee has't mine own permission to doth so. Thee may taketh thy leave now." He shoed her away.

Y/n walked out of her office finally realising the gravity of the situation. She just gave a DEMON to make her do or get anything he wanted from her without any limits, except that he could only do so once of course. How stupid could she be? At least now she had a safe place to stay and a very intimidating tour guide.

A week went by and Y/n hadn't been able to explore hell at all. She was stuck in the manor, barely even allowed into the garden. At least she grew closer to the demon butler Edward.

At first the man was distant and cold but he slowly opened up to her. His wife and kids had gone to heaven while he was cast down for protecting them. Zestial had offered the safe and comfortable job as his butler and Edward accepted.

She also learned he was a lot more of a joker than he made himself out to be. When Y/n was helping him prepare dinner for only them two, which they decided was going to be pizza, she had tried to spin the dough and toss it in the air. It went horribly wrong, the dough landing on top of her face. Edward laughed so hard he started crying, after a while the man decided to try it too, only to end up in the same predicament.

Zestial was aware the two had grown closer, he didn’t mind, however. It meant that she wouldn’t bother him and go to Edward for everything. What he wasn't aware of was for the fact that Y/n had made it her mission to create fun activities in an otherwise boring mansion.

One day, Zestial was walking down the corridor to go and ask Ed to pick up an important package for him, only to find the strangest display in the hallway.

"This is going to go horribly wrong," the butler stated.

"It'll be fine, loosen up!" She laughed.

Edward sighed, "If you get hurt, I'm not patching up your wounds."

"I'll take that risk."

What Zestial saw was that the angel had tied sponges to her shoes and tried to skate around on the wet and soapy marble floor. He was just about to speak up when she slipped and fell back. Her back hit his waist, he quickly caught her.

"What art thee doing, î̷̟n̷̰͆͜s̴̢͍͒o̷̖͐l̷̟͇̂͠é̷͖n̶̙̫̑t̶̲̘̅͝ angel?" The overlord was glaring at her.

"I'm sorry sir, uh... Zestial sir." Y/n looked down at her soapy boots. "But you haven't showed me around all the fun stuff in hell, so I decided to make the fun!"

"I can't even but now," he explained, "Everything in doth timeth."

"Then I'll keep finding fun things to do."

Zestial sighed. Maybe this angel was more work than she was worth. "Fine, I shall taketh thee out tomorrow morning." He caved. "Doth not maketh me regreth it."

"YES!"

That nights Zestial was pondering about his angel guest while looking for a big robe. She was quite bothersome but then again, he had made the deal to show Y/n around. Although, the manor had been much more livelier in the week she had been there. Almost every day, he would walk through the hallways and hear laughter, which was a stark difference from before. The manor used to be eerily quiet, maybe she wasn't too bad after all.

Part 2 - unfinished

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🌕  ~NSFW & Female!Reader

🌕  ~Kokushibo gives his beloved a lesson after her little escape attempt

🌕  ~Warnings: Yandere, Noncon, Blood kink, Dacryphilia, Size difference, Monster fucking, Double penetration,

🌕  ~ If you don’t like  the warnings, than don’t read it or comment

🌕  ~ Word count: 3241

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It had to have been hours since Kokushibo left you behind for his mission, and despite the pins and needles in your legs, you moved away from your spot and headed to the bathroom.

During the first few day since you were forcefully brought to this hellhole, you noticed that a small spot in the bathroom had a weak spot, scraping the weak spot every time Kokushibo left in hopes it one day broke and you could ran away.

Lowering yourself down to your knees and turning towards the weak spot, which already had the smallest hole from all the times you scraped at it.

After a while a hole big enough for your arm to fit through formed, you stuck your arm out and moved it around, not caring when a few cuts bled on your arm.

Finally, you made the weak spot big enough for you to escape, finally after all the months here, you can leave and return to your family.

You did understand why that monster was so obsessed with you, during you stay with him, he had revealed that you were a resurrection of a past lover of his.

It didn’t matter who you were in the past or who you were to him back than, this is a new life and he had to move on.

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"How the main 3 upper moons put you to bed"

KOKUSHIBO

Kokushibo sat in his dojo, sighing softly. After a few minutes, he heard the shoji door being pushed open he knew it was you he could tell by your scent than hearing the soft pityer patter of your feet coming towards him, you sat next to him "Hey Koku" You said softly turning towards him with a tired smile "Your tired.. Go to bed." Kokushibo said sternly, "But I can't fall asleep!" You whined out, pouting while looking at him, his hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you down your head, laying on his thigh and his hand going to softly pet through your hair "Quit your whining and go to bed." He said sternly after a while of his hand softly stroking through your hair slowly lulled you into sleep soft sighs, leaving your lips as you slept.

DOUMA

You softly knocked on Douma's door hearing a cheerful. "Come in!" From Douma, you slid the shoji door stepping into his room and bowing to Lord Douma. "I'm sorry to disrupt you, Lord Douma.. I've been having trouble falling asleep and wanted to see if you had any suggestions that could help me sleep.." You mumbled out, looking at him. Hopefully, Douma grinned. "Oh~ Troubles sleeping, huh?" He said calmly before patting his lap. "Come here!" He said confidently you slowly stepped towards him. He pulled you onto his lap. Once you were in reach, you felt small compared to him, and his hand slowly started petting through your hair in a calming manner, making you blink your eyes sleepily as you felt calmer "Oh~ Starting to get sleepy now huh?" He said, grinning as he continued to softly pet through your hair, his other hand moving to softly rub your back after awhile you shut your eyes falling asleep.

AKAZA

You would walk into his room poking his side. "Akaza.." You mumbled Akaza, sitting up looking at you. "Hm?.. Something the matter Y/N?.." He mumbled. "Can't sleep.." You mumbled, hugging him tightly face pressing into his shoulder as you nuzzled into him lightly, Akaza wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down towards him so you laid down right next to each other. Akaza slowly stroked your hair as he held you close. Soon realizing you fell asleep in his arms.

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