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𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟 𝗟𝗮𝘄𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻’𝘀 (𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪)

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: what it’s like to be sexually intimate with L Lawliet

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut, cockwarming, quite soft & lazy sex

feel free to check out the SFW one here :)

• A definite switch although he leans more towards the top/dom side

• He isn’t really into dom/sub themes he prefers top/bottom but every now and then if he’s really in the mood then he’ll be kinky

• Overall he isn’t incredibly kinky, if you’re into something he’ll try it but he doesn’t have that many of his own kinks

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𝗦𝗞𝗬'𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘

caleb xia x fem!reader, boyfriend!rafayel qi x fem!reader

summary: 1.0k

He doesn’t know what he expected. For you to wait for him? For you to mourn him to the point of never moving on, if there was something to move on from in the first place? To you, he was dead for a year. He’d just have to live with the consequences of that.

or the one where you convince caleb to come with to you an art exhibit in which he learns more about who you've been hanging around since he's been gone.

content: jealousy, unrequited love, possessive caleb

masterlist | beat you to it masterlist

When you had initially invited Caleb along to an art exhibition, he’d been confused. Don’t get him wrong, he was happy to go with you–more than happy to accompany you on what he thought to be the first of many date-like outings since he’d come back, saying yes with a dopey grin on his face–but this hadn’t ever really been his scene. Or, your scene, for that matter. He remembers the field trip your class had taken back in grade school to the Linkon City Art Museum, when you were still only single-digited in age, and how you’d begged Gran to let you stay home for weeks prior. Even the morning of, when you’d pretended to have the flu by sticking your thermometer in front of the space heater in your bedroom.

So, for you to now be dragging him along to some artists’ showing by choice… yeah, he was questioning things. You’d simply shrugged your shoulders when he’d asked the day before, smiling softly, “I know the artist.”

“Oh…” he’d said. “That Rafayel guy? The one who pays you to go on trips with him?”

It should’ve clicked then, he thinks, rather than after you’d already dragged him through dozens of paintings he could care less about, only to stumble up to the final piece which was undeniably a portrait of you. In molten shades of reds and violets, the colors blended your features into something divine. Something worth worshipping, if he hadn’t already been prepared to drop to his knees for you before you had the chance to ask.

Caleb’s jaw nearly dropped, his hold on your hand loosening as he let you step closer to the painting. It was beautiful, truly, the only artwork he thinks he would hang on his walls if given the chance. But, then again, what was this Rafayel guy doing painting such a portrait of his girl. 

“Hey, pipsqueak?” he asks. The sound comes out, but it sounds distant. Far away from the cotton currently filling his brain. 

You turn to face him with that cheeky grin he remembers from so long ago, the nostalgia tugging even harder at his heart. You were still that same girl he’d fallen for all those years ago. The only girl he’d fallen for, and probably ever would.

“Yeah?” you ask.

“Aren’t you his bodyguard?” he asks, more for reassurance of his own thoughts than anything else. Aren’t you just his bodyguard?

You nod, returning back to his side. For some reason, it didn’t give him the assurance he wanted. Then, with a flicker of your eye line, your attention on him wavers. In an instant, it’s like you’ve forgotten him.

“Raf!” you squeal, wandering away from him to throw your arms around a purple haired man in a navy suit. 

“Hey, cutie,” the man snickers, lifting your feet up and off of the ground as he accepts your embrace. “How’d you like it?”

He nods toward the portrait behind you. Your eyes don’t leave his even as you nod enthusiastically. Rafayel’s smile softens a bit as he sets you back down, lifting his hands to your cheeks to pull you into a reserved kiss. Caleb thinks about excusing himself to go and throw up in the restroom. 

“Oh! Raf, this is Caleb,” you say as you tilt your head to face your childhood friend. So you do remember him. Rafayel nods as he sticks his hand out to shake Caleb’s, a gesture he tentatively takes. 

“Pleasure,” Rafayel hums. His arm wraps around your waist. The look you give the artist, your head resting delicately on his shoulder, has Caleb’s stomach churning further. He hadn’t realized how moon-eyed you’d been over him as a child until he saw that gaze turned onto someone else. 

Rafayel blinks a few times, tilting his head as he squares up Caleb. It feels like a laser focused on the raw points of his heart, exposed and beating and freshly bruised. Though it feels like hours, in a moment the artist’s gaze returns to you.

“Are you coming to dinner with me and Thomas tonight?” he asks.

“Dinner?” Caleb’s throat is dry and he nearly coughs the statement out. 

“My beloved usually joins me for celebratory dinners after these exhibitions,” Rafayel says, using his spare hand to cradle the side of your head briefly. You hadn’t mentioned anything about dinner. Caleb had already been planning on making something when you got back home. 

“I told you I couldn’t,” you say, poking the pout that appeared on Rafayel’s lips. The pilot bit his cheek. Hard. “Caleb’s staying with me for a bit. Remember?”

“You should go,” Caleb hears himself say. He’s off somewhere else in his mind, watching these events unfold before him. He’s sitting in the attic of your old house, a hand wrapped tight around yours with you kneeling between his spread thighs. You don’t need him anymore. That’s what you’d said.

“Really?” you ask. “You think you can make it back to my apartment okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I can get there alright. I’ll wait up for you,” he swallows. 

“You don’t have to do that. I’m not sure when I’ll make it back,” you say softly, reaching out a hand to rest gently on his shoulder. It’s fire and ice all at once. All Caleb can do is nod helplessly.

It’s not long before Rafayel is ushering you away from him fully, whispering things he can’t hear–and, likely, doesn’t want to–while he continues to stand there at the heart of the exhibit. There’s a couple of paintings surrounding the painting of you. Various land and oceanscapes strung together in violets and maroons. Periwinkles, navys, ocean skylines that have him craving the comfort the clouds give him back in Skyhaven. 

He doesn’t know what he expected. For you to wait for him? For you to mourn him to the point of never moving on, if there was something to move on from in the first place? To you, he was dead for a year. He’d just have to live with the consequences of that. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 . . . 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ! — masterlist

you are the picture-perfect empress of eastern empire… until your husband the emperor, zen’in naoya, demands a divorce! but you won’t take this lying down . . .

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—kinda ooc, slowburn, angst to eventual fluff, marriage of convenience, heavy pining, mentions of infidelity, infertility, misogyny, pregnancy, explicit smut, childbirth, curses

note: inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress

more: emperor gojo | emperor naoya | ko-fi

status: completed

:: 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ::

001 — 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! in which your husband suddenly casts you aside for his expecting mistress… but you won't be dethroned just like that, because the newly coronated western emperor, gojo satoru, sets his sights on you! and thus your revenge against your ex-husband begins...

002 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 ! in the wake of your scandalous divorce, you fall into the arms of emperor gojo satoru. for a while, you believe you have found love… until it becomes clear that your new husband is scheming behind your back! love, marriage, divorce… are you doomed to go through this path the second time?

003 — 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 ! the path of love is never easy for you, be it now or back then. love, pain, betrayal and tragedy — you have been through them all. after all is said and done, you just want one chance at happiness. so will your second marriage be what you always want it to be, or will it be one last heartbreak you have to go through?

:: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ::

you — empress of eastern empire. formerly a noble lady from an acclaimed clan and then made a crown princess of eastern empire to marry your childhood friend, naoya

gojo satoru — emperor of western empire. previously known as the "cursed prince" for being blind during a period of his childhood. for the longest time, he has been in love with you

zen'in naoya — emperor of eastern empire. your first love, crown prince naoya, wasn't the spiteful emperor who divorces you during the 5th year of your marriage, but the throne seems to shape his ambitions the longer he sits there. has he loved you all this time, you ask? dunno, only he knows

hanabi — naoya's mistress. your head maidservant ever since your marriage to naoya, she is actually compliant and doesn't seem to hold any malice against you. she bears his child, and elevated to the rank of royal consort

geto suguru — the duke. a neat and proper person, emperor gojo's peer, confidant and voice of reason. gojo claims he names his messenger cat (sugu-chan) after him out of love and respect

ieiri shoko — the countess. shoko, geto and gojo went to the imperial academy together, which is why she's so casual around both of them. after marrying gojo, she becomes your lady-in-waiting

:: 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒 ::

prequel: how sugu-chan the cat came to be

empress confronting hanabi (takes place in all hail the empress)

duke geto and the empress’ paintings: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

the empress’ dress visuals

behind the scenes: untold tales

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What would do Harley Quinn, The Penguin, Killer Croc and Scarecrow see their so kill someone for the first time ? So is in shock, look at the blood on their shaking hands.

I am so sorry I took long to respond. I had three-night shifts in a row because a guy at work was a dickhead. TW: Death

Harley

Harley is all smiles and giggles until s/o begins rightfully freaking out. Harley had been out shopping when an intruder broke into the lair. S/o hadn't known what to do so they grabbed one of Harley's 'fake guns' to ward the burglar away. Only to learn the gun was, in fact, very real. Harley keeps a chipper attitude as they comfort s/o. They pat their back as they vomit from stress into the toilet bowl, she brings in a blanket to help them with their shaking and eventually administering a sedative when they can't calm down by themselves. She kisses them goodnight and cleans up any traces of the body that was left behind.

Penguin

Oswald is thrilled when his s/o stabs a competitor crime boss. S/o didn't know why they did it all they knew was that they were threatening their beloved and a blind rage overtook. He offers s/o a drink to steady the old nerves. He treats it the same way he treats one of his men losing their virginity. It's very much something he considers "popping the cherry" of. When s/o loses it on him he's very confused. He's almost angry with s/o. In his mind everyone should enjoy killing as much as he does. He has almost hoped that once s/o killed they'd have a taste for it but when the opposite happens he's not happy. It results in several fights, followed by at least three days of the silent treatment.

Killer Croc

Croc was the killer between him and s/o so when he trudges back to the lair and sees the blood trails his fear spikes. He doesn't know what he'd do if anything happened to his s/o. Low and behold when he comes to s/o's and his bedroom to find two intruders stabbed with a sharpened bone he's impressed initially. This fades quickly when he sees the fear ingrained on his s/o's face. He takes his s/o in his arms the best he can. S/o has recently taught him how to be sympathetic so he knows now's not the time to be signing their praises for handling intruders so well. Croc cups his hands together and lifts up some water and uses it to wash away the blood from his beloved's hands. It's not much but it's a small gesture.

Scarecrow

Jon is enraptured by s/o's first kill. Seeing the wobble of fear in their eyes as they drop the syringe they used to stab their attacker over and over again. S/o doesn't even notice when Jon entwines his hands in theirs. Jon is so elated he could spin s/o around the room like a professional dancer. His heart is full of love and delight. In his mind his s/o is finally taking the steps to understand the joy and glee he feels inflicting pain onto others, it's Jon's love language. Still with the police on their way there's no time to celebrate, he drags a dazed s/o out of the building and while s/o rests he gets to work on a celebration. Pumpkin pie, fresh coffee and a five star meal awaits his beloved s/o. He's almost heart broken when s/o simply replies that they're not hungry.

🌊Rafayel’s Lil Audios🧜‍♂️

Some 18+ audios that l've heard that sound a little like Rafayel to me.

NOTE: These are not from the game. They are 18+. Do not interact or listen if you are underage.

*WARNING: USE HEADPHONES🎧*

choso stare at you confused, like a broken puppy once you tell him you're to tired to have sex with him, his desperate eyes searching for yours as you avoid to make eye contact. it always happens, choso would give you those innocent puppy eyes, desperately begging you, resuring you that he's gonna be gentle this time just for him to fuck you like a dog in heat, leaving you cum filled and with an overly abused, bruised pussy but he wouldn't stop there he would use his tongue to "calm" your puffy pussy down as he says, gripping you by the hips and holding you down as he suckle on your clit just the way he lash on your nipples.

but this time he wouldn't have his way with you, you sigh as you lay down next to choso. you can feel his pleading eyes on you but you ignore it drifting off to sleep. you blink your sleep away as you start feeling something moving followed with low mutters. your breath hitch as you see a sweaty choso standing by your bed with his throbbing fat cock out beating it close to your face, he was holding his shirt up with his teeth as he stands there with his cock out stroking it , you can feel the hottness of his cock fanning against your face.

"mm, fuck! just a bit- just a bit more" he whines, hips shuddering as he starts going faster, eyes clenched closed, his red sensitive tip leaking. once your widen eyes meet his, his eyes rolls back to his skull- abs clenching before he starts shooting his warm seeds on your face with grunts after grunt. you can feel his hot cum dripping down your lips. once choso realize what he just did he immediately go on his knees apologizing, telling you how crazy he felt without your pretty little pussy.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just memorized your coffee order because it was the most basic decent thing to do. not because it gave him an excuse to talk to you, even if it was for two minutes.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just always kept a spare hair tie with him because you once mentioned that you always forget to bring an extra with you during missions. not because he always remembered every little thing you had ever said.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just didn't particularly like gojo, especially when he was making you laugh. not because he wanted you to laugh like that with him.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just felt his heart drop to his stomach when you got injured on a mission because that's what he'll feel for any other colleague. not because he couldn't bear the idea of not seeing you ever again or hearing you call him 'kento, my angel.'

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just asked to be paired with you because you spoke the least amount of nonsense and you proved to be a good company. not because he was slowly losing interest in talking to anyone else who wasn't you.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just read the books you recommended because they were already on his reading list. not because he wanted to talk to you all the time about everything and anything under the sun.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just brought you your favourite food whenever you seemed in a bad mood because he needed you to focus on the task. not because he didn't like seeing you upset and the thought of you being all sad and teary-eyed made his heart hurt.

nanami kento swore that he didn't love you. he just hated the idea of you loving someone else.

Choso who has a raging mommy kink. Nestled between your thighs as you grab a hold of his raven locks, arching your back as he laps at your pretty cunt. Large hands holding onto your thighs, sure enough leaving dark purple marks to match with the ones on your chest from earlier. You throw your head back in pleasure as he meticulously swipes his tongue over your pulsating clit. 

“Am I doing a good job, Mommy~?”  Choso purrs out drunk off the taste of your pussy.

Not being able to say anything you nod your head and tug on his hair to encourage him further. Diving back into your sweetness, he turns into a moaning mess, grinding his hips into the bed for just an ounce of friction against his hard erection. Both of you reaching your high in unison, he drinks up all your essence, never wasting a drop. 

“Such a good boy Cho.”  you coo as you brush loose strands of his hair out of his face. 

— HEAD SO GOOD HE A HONOR ROLL ! +18

feat. nanami kento

warnings. explicit content. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

nanami is obsessed with eating pussy and nobody can change my mind. that man eats pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. if he could, he’d stay between your legs for the rest of his life if you let him. quite literally STARVED. a true honorary honor roll member.

the second you wake up? his head is in between your thighs. you’re working from home? he’ll make you to sit on his face while you do it. you’re making dinner? best believe that man is on his knees tongue deep inside your pussy desperate to have your cream all over his face. and since you’re his pretty baby, there’s no way he’d be able to stay silent when doing so. it only makes sense that he says things like:

“my pretty baby looked so good, had to get a taste of you”

“fuck baby, this pussy is so wet. you like when i suck that clit?”

“you want me to add another finger? you’re such a dirty girl”

“c’mon sweetheart, come on my fucking tongue. give me all of it”

and one thing he does not condone is hovering. when he tells you to sit on his face, he means sit on his fucking face. none of that hovering bullshit. when you complain that you’re too heavy, he grabs your hips, pulling you down onto his face, and he’ll begin grinding your hips on his tongue, exploring your dripping heat. and don’t even try to lift your hips up— it won’t work and he’ll keep you say on his face until you’ve came about 5 times.

he loves suckling on your clit while his fingers massage your walls. it gets him so fucking hard hearing your lewd moans and feeling the way you’d pull his hair. no matter how many times you claim it gets “too much,” nanami knows what you can handle. and unless you’re crying and shaking for him to stop, he’ll continue.

your spread missionary as he suckles and nibbles on your clit, his fingers fucking into you at a desperate pace, missing the taste of your cream even though he’s already had you twice today. when he hears your whines become louder and the way you start pushing him away aggressively (he fights it and continues to eat your pussy), he knows you're close. his mouth opens wide as you writhe and squirt on his tongue, watching him as he moans and grunts. his hips rock into the mattress beneath him as he fills his boxers with hot n sticky ropes of come.

“that was hot, baby” he breathes, “made me come in my pants like a teenager sweet girl, that’s what your pussy does to me.”

s. aizawa + "nobody likes a secret."

— suggestive themes, gn!reader, alcohol consumption, reader is a pro hero + UA teacher

— requested by @artemis32 for my five seconds flat event <3

"Y'know what?" you prompt, cheek smushed into the tabletop as you eye the man sitting next to you. "I think you like me." It comes out matter-of-factly, because obviously you're right. You pop back up to take another sip of your drink, frowning at the watered-down alcohol as you near the end of it.

Aizawa tries not to stare at your wet lips wrapped around your plastic straw, but thankfully you're too engrossed in sipping up every last drop to notice him failing miserably.

"Well, you should stop thinking," he suggests, pulling the glass away from your lips before you spill ice down your shirt.

"God," you groan, "'M trying to!"

The UA faculty appreciation party was in full-swing and downright boring. The only thing keeping you going was the open bar and a suited-up Aizawa Shouta sitting at your lonesome table.

He hums, watching you snatch up his own drink with a raised brow.

You take a sip before pushing it back over to him, wincing at the harsh burn sliding down your throat. You contemplate the small chuckle at your expression, analyzing the sharpness of his jaw, his heavy-lidded eyes, and the pink of his lips. “I think you should come to my place.”

“What did I just tell you to stop doing?”

“Exactly. I stopped thinking— so you should finish that drink, admit you do like me, and then you should come home with me.” You flash a toothy smile like you didn’t just ask him to sleep with you, and nudge his glass further into his hand.

He meets your eye, hardly blinking while trying to process if you’re screwing with him or not. Because you were always one to leave things professional, drawing clear lines in the sand with flashing lights and blaring sirens warning DO NOT CROSS.

Casual sex amongst the pros was far from uncommon, but you were far from casual. He knows this.

So when you look up at him all pretty, with a tipsy smile and a foot not-so-innocently trailing up his calf, Aizawa listens like a smart man, and downs the rest of his bourbon. He ushers you out the side door with a large hand splayed across the small of your back, "Maybe you're right," he whispers, the low vibrations of his voice rumbling against your ear as he flags down a cab.

. . .

Warm sheets drape over your shoulders as the morning sunlight peeks in from behind the curtains. You're roused from slumber by a grating trill sounding from your bedside table. Your phone rings ceaselessly, and you will it in your mind to silence it as you bury your cheek into your pillow, hoping that whoever is calling you will stop.

They don't.

Huffing, you shove the blanket down, allowing the morning chill to litter your skin with goosebumps as you blindly reach for your phone. Not bothering to check the caller ID, you answer the call, knowing it's just your friend checking up on you.

"Hey, did I wake you?"

You reply with nothing more than an affirmative groan.

Her hearty laugh echoes through the speaker, "Sorry, sorry! Just calling to make sure you're still alive. You are still alive, right? I didn't see you leave last night."

"Yeah, I'm alive," you offer, a sleepy smile making its way to your face. "Sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving. Had some company."

"Oh? Well, you can't leave me hanging! Who was it? Wait, wait, wait— are they still there?!" she whisper-yells, as if anyone else could hear her in your bedroom.

Well— behind you, a deep, low grumble grabs your attention. Chapped lips kiss along your jaw, "'Mornin'," Aizawa whispers, too low for your friend to hear clearly.

"Oh my God, they so are! Who is that?!"

"Can I call you back?" you evade, leaning into the sweet, heady kisses Aizawa starts pressing into your skin.

"What—? No! C'monnn, spill already. Nobody likes a secret," she pleads, desperate for any clues.

You're about to insist on calling her later, but his impatience rears its very horny head. He slings a thick, muscled thigh over your waist, pulling your hips flush against his as he rolls on top of your figure.

"Shouta—!" you yelp, desire sparking hot and low in your tummy. Aizawa's teeth teasingly nip at the soft skin of your chest, and his tongue laves at the dips and divots along the column of your neck. His stubble scratches at your skin in the loveliest of ways, and you almost forget you're still on the phone.

"Hang up," he mumbles, his nose and lips now grazing dangerously close to the mic on your cell, burying his face into your neck as his rapidly stiffening cock begins to rut against your thigh.

"No fucking way."

A surprised giggle slips from your mouth, "You heard the man. Gotta go!"

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