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𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 - 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐝𝐮𝐛 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧? 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟑.𝟕𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

The last thing Akaza wanted to do was meet with Douma, but it was needed. After years of searching, he had finally come across information regarding the Blue Spider Lily. And as aggravating as it is, Akaza came to the conclusion that he needed Douma’s help. After all, Muzan hasn’t let up on updates in regards to the flower. It’s just the best option. 

Seeing Douma was already enough - an insufferable headache, but seeing you would be an entirely different feeling. Two things stand in Akaza’s way tonight. 

You, who’s been degraded simply as a toy. A “prized possession.” And the Upper Moon 2. 

It’s not that you had the choice of being held captive like this, Akaza knows. Douma doesn’t usually open his arms to humans as he thrives on feasting on the desperate, using them for money and food. He’s never shed an ounce of care to anyone, until you. And Akaza knows why, he sees it. 

To his disdain, Akaza has known you for a little over a year now. However, it’s been quite inevitable to pay a visit to Douma’s often due to Muzan’s orders. 

And with that, he can see how special you are in the little time he’s been around you. How soft your skin looks, the way you shy away from Douma’s touch, your pleading eyes every time he needs to stop by Eternal Paradise. At first, Akaza thought you’d be a meal the Upper 2 is saving to ripen up for the right moment, but after a few visits, he could see the demon has taken a liking to you. 

You never say much, though, and that unknowingly opened a door of curiosity to Akaza. So, he began watching you closely during his visits. 

It turns out that it’s a shame, a disgrace, how Douma treats you - having you wait on his beck and call - treating you like a doll. A disgrace how Douma dresses you everyday, forces a spoon to your mouth every meal, speak when spoken to… The bastard has you right at his hip everywhere he goes but as soon as he needs to attend business with Muzan, he resorts to chaining you up. Akaza isn’t surprised by the demon’s behavior, he’s used to Douma being a scumbag, but he can’t help the thought of how you feel. How you got sucked into all of this and just accept the treatment given to you. 

Because Akaza can recall more than once how many times he's walked in on you bent over the bed, Douma roughly pulling at your hair to keep your head up, or a hand wrapped around your pretty throat, your mouth filled with Douma’s cock, you completely naked straddled over the demon being split over his cock while hes fully dressed - you name it. All while the Upper moon smiles sadistically at your scrunched up face, cooing in your ear. 

If Akaza could somehow voice his thoughts, Douma would disagree with the perception of rough treatment. He feeds you, clothes you, has given you a title in Eternal Paradise… you’ve gotten anything you’ve ever wanted and more. What's so bad about that? You’ve never back talked or tried to escape. He’s given you the life he thinks you deserve. He just simply adores you. 

And Akaza’s the only other demon who knows that an Upper Moon has taken a human for pleasure other than killing. In a fucked up way, he choses to. Douma keeps his secrets, so he will keep Douma’s. Especially if it means that you’ll be kept around long enough.

Akaza doesn't make a sound when he walks through the forest leading up to Eternal Paradise, the sky pitch black as the moon shines through the trees. He’s quick when jumping up, running across the roof of the mansion leading up to Douma’s room. 

-

It’s a routine night for you and Douma and the last member of Paradise had just left. Your head lays across his thigh as he sits upright in his throne. The room is dim and quiet as the candle lights flicker. He likes this time alone with you, as today was very busy for him. You don’t dare move a muscle until he says so, so you lay there peacefully as his fingers shift through your hair over and over, petting you gently while he hums a lullaby.

Every night ends like this after the last person stumbles through the door pleading for Lord Douma to help them. As always, he is more than happy to give them a home here at his paradise. He clothes them, feeds them and many work around the palace to tend to the gardens and clean. People seem to have a very fulfilling life here when they are at their lowest. And so it seems that after a certain amount of time, they leave. You believe Lord Douma helps led these people back on the right path in life. 

But for you, you have a different role here. And that’s why you can’t view the gardens, you can’t chat with the members of paradise. You’re bound to the Lord - to never escape his sight. 

Hearing a soft thump disrupts the silence. You look towards the open balcony, careful not to move your head on Douma’s lap. As the curtains flow with the gentle breeze, you can make out Akaza’s figure illuminated by the moon standing still between the balcony doors. 

“Ahh, Lord Akaza!” Douma greets, but his hand does not falter from petting you. “What a lovely night isn’t it? Not a cloud in the sky, you can see all the stars tonight!” 

You can see Akaza’s muscles tense as he steps in the room, his hands clenched and glued by his sides. When Lord Akaza shows up, he always seems like he’s holding back. You can see the hatred in his eyes and the way he stills when talking, yet he still visits the Lord. You’ve grown to drown out the conversations they have, and you really don’t know who the tattooed man is other than his name, but you can decipher these meetings and all the names you hear are tied to Douma’s sanctuary. 

“I’ve come to discuss the Blue Spider Lily.” 

“Why don’t you come make yourself comfortable, Lord Akaza? I haven’t seen you in a while, I’ve started to worry.” Douma’s cheerful voice fills the room. 

Akaza stands for a moment as he scans the room before his golden eyes land on you. 

“Come here old friend! Don’t be shy.”

The tattooed man thinks for a moment and without saying a word, he takes a seat in front of you and Douma on the floor before the throne. Usually he wouldn’t do this. In all honesty, in the back of his brain, he is disgusted with himself for showing such willingness to the bastard. He’d never shown an ounce of respect towards the Upper 2, but the way your eyes follow his every move intrigues him. His body moves without thought. He needs to see you up close. 

“I’ve overheard some information about the flower Lord Muzan has been searching for and-”

“Ya, ya!” The hand that's been petting you throws up in the air, waving off Akaza’s words. “I don’t want to discuss work, I’ve been working all day-” he pouts, “what have you been up to? Tell me something new, dearest friend.”

You're so close to the Upper 3, that when he gets cut off you can see clearly how his eye twitches in irritation. You can’t count it, but a long moment of silence thickens the room. 

“Ahh, my comrade, no need to scowl. You never smile! I just want to have a nice conversation. You don’t know how exhausting people can be, always telling us such negative things. Such a long day for me and my darling, you know? It’s nice to see such a familiar face, isn’t it my dear?” 

You nod against Douma’s lap as Akaza’s eyes find yours. “Yes, Lord Founder.” 

“Ah my sweet, you know not to call me that in front of friends! Work is over now.” 

“Yes, Douma.” You comply, and Akaza’s heart pings through his chest, gritting his teeth watching you obey the bastard without a thought in your mind. Douma notices this. 

“Isn’t she beautiful?” A hand brushes your cheek to cup your jawline, “just the most beautiful thing in this world, right Akaza?” The white haired man hums.

The pair of golden eyes in the dimly lit room are unwavering, glued to yours as he sits silently. 

“C’mon Lord Akaza! Tell her she’s beautiful!” Douma persists. The hand over your jawline moves slightly, a finger grazes over your lips, asking politely to let it in. And you do. Your mouth drops slightly to cradle Doumas finger with your tongue, sucking down when he pushes in more. 

The Upper 3 swallows thickly, and you can see his chest rise and fall a little quicker now. 

“Yes,” his response is airy.

Douma grins, keeping his eyes on Akaza - the man who refuses to take his gaze away from you.

“I see you, Akaza. I see it every time you visit.” A second finger gently pushes through your lips and presses down on your tongue, causing your mouth to drop open. Your saliva pools onto Doumas pants. Your body is trained by every touch the Lord makes, much to your dislike, but you can’t help how fat your body grows hot just from this.

“You can’t help but stare at her. She’s such a beauty, I don’t blame you one bit.”

Akaza straightens his back, taking his attention towards Douma. “Lord Muzan-”

Your moan interrupts his sentence. This is the second time he’s been interrupted, but it’s not as infuriating as the first. If anything, it spikes anxiety in his chest as his eyes are quick to look at you. 

Your face is flushed and your mouth is drooling all over Douma’s fingers, soaking his pants as he continues to push in and out of your lips. Looking down, Akaza can see Douma’s other hand playing with your breast over your dress, teasing and twisting your nipple as you squirm. 

Akaza pries his eyes away, forcing himself to come back down to reality. Before he could move to stand, Douma’s voice is low and soft as he asks.

“Would you like to have a go? She’d be happy to please our good friend, right darling?” You give a nod after a pause.

Akaza’s eyes widened, unsure from shock, from disgust or from… something else. 

There’s no way he’d stoop to this level, right? He sees the way you’re treated by this monster. He fucking hates the guy. Your delicate body getting abused by him, he can’t handle thinking about it. Douma repulses him. 

Douma is quick to hoist you between his legs, your back to his chest as his feet swoop over your ankles, causing your legs to stay wide open and in place. 

“Look, she’s not wearing anything under her dress! I keep her like this all the time. I can’t get enough. You’ll see why - Just look, look at how pretty her pussy is.” Douma voice sing-songs through the room again, happy as ever to persuade the other Upper Moon. 

“Fuck you.” Akaza stands quickly to leave. 

“Are you sure Akaza? Look at her, she’s so needy.” He pauses, “She needs you, see?” 

Douma’s hand slithers between your legs to rub your cunt a few times before spreading you open. You can’t help but buck your hips into his touch, your pussy getting slick with minimal effort. 

A soft smack to your cunt makes you jump. “Be good, darling.” Douma says lowly in your ear as a light warning. 

Fuck Douma. Akaza’s face is burning, his heart pounds loudly through his ears. He can’t do this. It’s not like he doesn’t want to, but he can’t do it like this. His mind races back and forth, does he want this? Fuck Douma. The throbbing in his pants says another thing. And, fuck, does he ache for you. He’s been hard since the moment he saw you tonight., of course he has. But now, he's painfully constricting his own pants. It’s hard to deny anyone in the room, including himself, that he doesn’t want this. Fuck Douma.

It's been a true battle deep within himself about how he feels towards you, towards Douma, towards the whole situation.

“C’mon comrade! I can hold her just like this and you can fuck her however you want! She’s so sweet- will let you do anything.” Douma presses a quick kiss to your temple. 

Akaza’s chest heaves deeply, his veins constrict as he stands there seething. His body is hot with hatred, but his blood feels like lava aching to touch you. 

He could show you what really feels good, not this sadistic shit Douma puts you through. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes meet yours. What he would do to see you come undone. He needs to see that fucked out face again, it’s burned in his memory. The only thing he can picture after all the times he’s walked in on you and Douma - you.

Akaza slowly turns back to face you both and you immediately see how hard he is through his pants. Precum is already leaking through the fabric as his cock is strained against it - he looks painfully hard. 

“C’mon Akaza, be my guest.” 

Like a moth to flame, Akaza mindlessly steps forward to kneel before your open legs. Saliva builds thickly in his mouth taking in the sight of your pretty cunt as Douma rubs little circles around your clit. 

Douma’s eyes are dark and wide, smiling ear to ear as he watches Akaza become entranced by you. But as soon as Akaza leans forward for a taste, Douma speaks up.

“No need to prep her Akaza, that’s for another time. I can see how you want to fuck her right now, why don’t you just do it?”

The tattooed man's teeth clench with the other’s words. Fuck Douma. 

Before Akaza makes a move, he looks up to your pleading eyes. You look so beautiful. 

Akaza pulls down his pants only to his thighs to free his aching cock before fingers are shoved forcefully in his mouth. 

“But I’ll let you taste her like this for now, isn’t she so sweet? Everything about her is fucking perfect dont you think?” Douma plunges his fingers, rolling around Akaza’s tongue so he can get a proper taste. 

For a second, he’s bewildered by Douma putting his hands on him, but that thought was flushed away when he tasted you on his tongue. And holy fuck did you taste like heaven. With fingers in his mouth, Akaza’s eyebrows furrowed as he jerks himself off to tasting you. 

“What do you say to our dearest friend, sweet girl?”

“P-please Lord Akaza, I want you inside me.” Your voice is needy. Your stomach bubbles with anticipation. Looking between your legs as Akaza jerks off you take a good look at what’s coming. He’s thick, thicker than your lord, but not as long. His head is agitated, red from throbbing and oozing in precum, slicking down with every stroke he makes. The sound of Douma’s fingers in his mouth mixed with slick clicking from him touching himself fill the room. 

The clicking noises get faster, golden eyes stare down between your legs as Douma plays with your went cunt before him. 

“Ah ah, Lord Akaza, slow down, you’ll want to save that. She’s so tight! She’ll suck you in so bad you don’t think you’ll ever get out!” 

And with that, Douma removes his fingers to lift your dress up all the way, revealing your stomach and breasts. Akaza’s body shakes with need, his eyes blown wide taking in the sight of your whole body. 

“Come on, comrade, she needs you. Look at how wet you got her!”

The next thing you feel is Akazas blunt head poke your clit, running his cock easily along your folds. The man lets out a staggered sigh, his eyes glued to the movement as his hand slithers under your knee and around your thigh. Blunt fingernails knead into your flesh as he rocks himself over your cunt. 

You’re unsure of how Douma wants you to perform. Butterflies fill your lower stomach, the heat is unbearable as you want to rock against the man too. The feeling of his cock dragging along your folds then his balls pressing against your opening makes you want to cry at how badly you want to come. With every drag away from you, your slick strings to his balls and it feels like a crime.

You look up to Douma with pleading eyes, unsure of what he wants. He’s never shared you with anyone. You’ve come to learn Douma is incredibly possessive of you. 

A sadistic, dark face is already staring down at you when you look up. Colorful eyes blown wide as his mouth is curled up in that creepy smile he does, the same exact face he makes when you cry, or gag or plead with him when he fucks you. 

It’s pure unhinged lust.

“Show him how good he’s making you feel.” 

This gives you the green light to buck your hips into Akaza, letting out a soft whimper. Your hips roll and grind into his cock back, making him groan. 

“You make her feel good, Akaza, look at how wet she is! Put it in, you’ll wanna see the face she makes, it’s like the gates of heaven. Like looking at a real life angel!”

Akaza’s blunt head slides down once more and meets his head to your opening, and without any warning, he presses in. 

“Holy fuck-” Akaza breathes. 

Your back arches away from Douma, your head falling back into his chest as your mouth lolls open. Akaza’s thickness stretches you out like nothing before, and you feel every inch of it. 

Hands come up to cup your cheeks, “Oh, sweet baby, look at you! Oh Lord Akaza, look at this face! So perfect.” 

Akaza is transfixed on your face. Tears swell at the corners of your eyes and fall, your lips open like this look so perfect, your furrowed eyebrows - its taking everything not to come right here and now. 

Akaza bottoms out. His balls press firmly against your ass. He can feel every quiver you make. 

“Look at him, look at how good your pussy is!” Doumas hands squeeze your cheeks to obey. You look up through thick lashes and tears to Akaza’s mouth slacked and eyes half lidded. To no warning, he pulls out and thrusts back into you. 

“Hmph!” You whimper with every stroke he gives you. 

Akaza cant control himself, no fucking way now. You’re so tight, sucking him in with every thrust and not letting go when he pulls back. You’re fucking pure sin. You really are an angel. 

“Tell her she's beautiful, Akaza.”

Without a thought in his mind he obeys breathlessly, “So fuckin’ beautiful- so pretty.’

“You hear that darling? You really are something! Grab her, fuck her faster, she likes that. Maybe you’ll get her to come! You wanna come?” A finger taps at your cheek and you nod. 

With every thrust, your head rubs up against Douma’s cock. It’s hard under his clothing and you can still feel the heat radiating, but he doesn’t seem like he wants to do anything about that. Douma is fully engaged in letting Akaza take you tonight. 

Akaza groans, picking up the pace. The squelching of wetness is hard to ignore with every movement. 

The Upper 3 moves his hands to grip at your hips, digging and bruising the flesh. His golden eyes fixated on every motion your body gives, from the bouncing of your tits, to the ripples of your skin. He won’t say it out loud, but you feel so fucking good. The way your body responds to him, the way your face is fucked out with peasure makes him think Douma is the luckiest fucking bastard. Anger bubbles in his stomach, but as soon as his eyes meet yours, it’s replaced by obsession.

You fuck back into Akaza, letting go of all inhibitions. You’re breathless now, feeling every inch of his cock pound into you as Douma holds you down for him to do so. Douma’s eyes watching every move of you both, completely enamored by the sight. 

Pleasure festers within you, and you turn into a blubbering mess. 

“Lord Akaza- feels so good- you feel s’good,” in which Akaza responds with pressing his weight into you deeper, fucking you deeper. He doesn’t give a fuck how close he is to Douma right now, he only cares about you. You cloud his vision.

Your vision gets hazy, seeing Akaza through heavy lidded eyes as you moan “going to-”

“Come baby. Come all over his cock, yeah? Keep going, Akaza, she’s so close! I can’t wait for you to see this!”

Your orgasm comes quickly, your walls twitch and tighten around his cock and your vision gets spotty. Your jaw slacks open, but your vision remains on him. Your hands come up to squeeze Akaza’s shoulders, scratching him deeply with your nails.

Akaza is breathless, his own orgasm quickly approaching. Without thinking, he leads into you to give a needy kiss. Your lips are hot, your face is wet from tears, but he doesn't care. He feels so fucking good right now. 

A desperate tongue forces past your lips, and you let him. His face and body press against you so hard that it's difficult to breathe. His lips suck on your tongue, his breath hot and fast as his fingers painfully dig into your sides. 

“Fill her up, Lord Akaza! Come inside her.” Douma insists, fingers now digging into your head, pressing you even further into the upper moon's kiss. 

Akaza sees white. Pushing as hard as he can, unknowingly crushing your body, he spills into your cunt. Groaning and shaking as he grinds into you, lips still glued to yours, shooting cum deep within you. 

A few moments pass before anyone moves again. Douma’s fingers shift to your sticky and sweaty hair now, brushing everything out of your face as Akaza lays on top of you, inhaling every scent he can. 

“Wonderful job! You both did amazing. My darling, you did so well.” He sings before placing a kiss on your forehead. 

He hums, “Now, what about that Blue Spider Lily?”

He is so hot 💗💗🥵🙏

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Mind Games

Part 3

Series summary: Set in 1984. It’s that time of the year – the supes are having the time of their lives at the Herogasm festival. Soldier Boy seems to have taken a special interest in Y/N, a fellow superhero.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, 18+

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Alcohol use, cursing, violence, explicit sexual content, Soldier Boy being abusive towards his team

A/N: This part contains smut! Do not read if you’re under the age of 18! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! Wanna be added to my Soldier Boy tag list? Send me an ask!

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So, yes, this is the story of how I wanted to give Soldier Boy a piece of my mind and ended up in his fucking trailer instead. To be honest, his trailer was pretty simple for Vought standards – at least for Vought standards how I imagined them. Then again, Soldier Boy did seem to be the practical type.

The two of us were sat at a table, a bottle of whiskey between us. Soldier Boy had taken off his gloves, giving me a good view of his large hands. I could see the veins on the backs, the callouses on the tips of his fingers. His fingernails were cut short, and remained clean despite doing fight scenes in the dirt all day.

“So… Did you enjoy my performance on Solid Gold?”, Soldier Boy asked cockily, lifting one of his enormous hands and snatching the bottle of whiskey from the table.

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Eddie with black dancer s/o Hip Hop , Modern ect. And her struggles of being a black dancer

"Knock them dead."

Eddie Munson x Black!Reader

Author note: Hopefully, you enjoyed this, and sorry if this wasn't what you wanted also; I didn't know what you mean by modern, so my bad, I gave it a little bit of a twist yk; hopefully, this to your liking. (sorry for the long wait)

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: Fluff and bits of angst(?)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 936

*ೃ༄ You danced for hours, and your feet became sore, blisters forming on your feet; practicing for your debut show, you couldn't mess it up, not with the chance you got from the table.

Sweat poured from your body; you refused to give up; it wasn't in your will; you were going to master it and not even caring that your legs were going to collapse on you.

Your coils bouncing from your sudden moveth,

Your reflection bounced off the mirrors, mimicking your moveth, music booming from the boombox, and your shoes were almost worn out.

This was your chance to enter stardom, and you let anyone take that light from you, not on your watch, dreaming of being an idol of girls like you, of looking up to you as an inspiration, breaking the wall and barriers of socially and racial segregation.

Tired..that was the only thing in your mind, but you weren't going to rest; you heard the door open, and that was the only time you stopped and looked to see who it was in the studio.

You turned off the music and went to the door.

Eddie; he was standing there holding the water bottle you accidentally left while rushing to the studio.

"What are you doing here, ed?" you walked to him; even though your legs might just stop, you endured it.

"I'm here to give this back to you, Y/N." Eddie handed back your water bottle; you took it from his hand.

"Thanks!" there was a pause; it was a bit awkward, "Well, uh, it seems that you worked up a sweat," Eddie said; you chuckled at his comment, "I guess so,"

Another pause came in, "Well, uh, I going to head back-" you reached for his hand.

"N-no, please stay, Eddie, with me here in the studio." you pulled him back.

"Is everything okay, Y/N" Eddie gently cupped your face; when he said that to you, you tried to keep yourself composed, but even you those words hit something inside of you, some sort of vulnerable, turned you into a crying mess.

Tears stained your face, rolling down your cheeks; you couldn't keep them in anymore; you couldn't hide your problems, especially when you were in them.

"I-I'm sorry," you muttered; Eddie didn't even respond to you; he hugged you, your face gently hitting his face, your salty tears staining his shirt.

Your heavy breathing echoed the room; Eddie hugged you tightly and kissed your head, "You know, can talk me, Y/N,"

"It's just I don't feel good enough and don't I'm strong enough to endure everything that is going on, E-Eddie, I'm sorry-" your sentence was cut off by Eddie kissing you with reassurance, "I know you're trying your best, Y/N, but don't over exert yourself trying, okay... your too important to me" Eddie hugged you tightly.

After that was a comfortable silence, "You should rest; you look like you are tired, babe."

"No, I have to," Eddie's finger pressed to your lips to motion you to stop talking, "Nonsense, some rest won't hurt you, Y/N."

"I guess so," you muttered.

You left the studio with Eddie and went to his trailer; you were currently on his bed laying on his lay, him playing with your hair, as you voiced your problems to him; he was a really understanding guy, and you were thanking god that you met him, and he was your own boyfriend, people were wrong about him being a freak, he's just a guy getting through life.

"I-i feel like I won't do good at all." you looked up to see his face.

"Babe, you're the Y/N Sinclair, you can do anything you want, and I believe in what you do" Eddie held your face and nuzzled it.

"Thank you, Ed, for being with me" you got up from his lap and hugged him enjoying his warmth and presence, wishing you could stay like that together with him.

╰┈➤ A Few days later

It is the day of your recital. The day you were practicing your ass for, the day to show them all what you can do.

You were in your costume, breathing in and out, a bit hesitant about the outcome.

Fiddling your thumbs, thinking about everything, your heart was beating out of your chest, butterflies in your stomach.

You opened the curtain slightly, looking at the people in the crowd and the judges; seeing your family made you feel better, but you were still anxious.

You felt a sudden tap on your shoulders; you flinched to see it was Eddie, but how did he get backstage.

"Eddie, you scared me" you rush to hug him; you were glad he was here, there to support you.

"You thought I would miss your dance performance, princess" he hugged you back and kissed your face.

"I'm so glad you're here, Ed!" you smiled with glee.

"2 mins to showtime, Y/N," one of the directors yelled.

With Eddie here, you were less anxious than before, but you had to perform; you were tense.

Eddie held your face; you were looking at him, "Y/n, you're going to do great, and I know you're going to do great, and rock that fucking dance floor." Eddie kissed you on the forehead and looked at you.

You looked at him with awe, taken back at his words, "I will," before you walk to your position.

"..And Y/N," he yelled at you; you glanced back at him

"Knock them dead," he smiled; it seems you just needed that boost to surge your confidence.

This was definitely going to be a core memory.

Hiya babes hope you’re doing well I’ve had this idea for a young Coriolanus Snow where he’s fresh into his presidency and runs into a maid in his room putting his clothes away. He thinks it’s just some avox but it turns out to be and old classmate (she was in the grade a year younger than but he’d seen her passing in the halls and she came from quite a respectable lineage). He becomes infatuated by her and why she’s working for him and not living some life of luxury, it becomes months worth of cat and mouse where Coryo tries to buy her love with gifts and she tries to stay strong. But finally she gives in and they start an affair (he isn’t married it’s just he wouldn’t want to be caught dead having a relationship with a servant girl). Normal he just tells her he wants to see her and that night they do an assortment of nefarious things, but one night he asked her to say instead of kicking her out like he usually does. She thrown off by this and after a little hesitancy she agrees.

So that’s all I really have feel free to make the rest up, but also don’t feel obligated to write about this it’s just something that’s come to my mind. I didn’t mean for this to be so long sorry. Love you loads hope you have the best of days and I hope you’ll find inspiration from this prompt. Okay kisses and hugs this is me signing off.

— Dirty little secret

WARNING: Unprotected sex, implied mudpie, fingering, implied affair, groping.

PAIRING: President!Coriolanus Snow x maid!reader

WORD COUNTER: 1.8k

Days for Coriolanus seemed to tick on longer than he bargained after getting elected and inaugurated to the office of Panem. Being the President of Panem wasn't a joke, nor did it have any time to just sit around, he was a busy man with a country behind him and leading the future of his people and generations. It was tiring for him, sometimes he would just accidentally sleep in his office rather than go to his bedroom. After piles of documents and papers were placed on his desk, finding more time to complete them if he locked himself away in his office.

On top of that, he had to make speeches and host future events. He just didn't have any time for self-pleasure with all the work on his desk, but he was dutiful and a studious worker. He did his usual routine after finalizing some paperwork and handing it off to his secretary to press. Dragging his feet against the delicate and pleasant tiles, tiredness drowned his vision, as he opened the door of his chamber spotting a dainty maid in his room. Your eyes widen at the sight of the President in front of you, immediately bowing down, before lifting your head slightly up. "Mr. President, I was just delivering your clothes" You curtsy at him, Coriolanus originally thought you were just an avox until you spoke, but now a mere maid hired by his secretary but once he got a glimpse of your face, a flash of simple memory ran through his mind. You started taking steps away from him trying to get away from the brewing tension, "Stop" You turned your body to him, looking at him with your full attention.

The sounds of the heel of his shoes on the bedroom flooring, feeling his soft hands on your jaw, slowly lifting your head up, taking in the scene of you. You held your breath as he simply inspected you, feeling your heart pumping against your chest. His azure eyes stared into your own, for a moment..before he withdrew his hands away from you. "You may go" he finished, you watched as he turned his body away from you before you scurried out of the bedroom.

But Coriolanus couldn't help but look back at you as you ran away, the sense of familiarity when he saw you was haunting his head. He pondered about it, putting his hand underneath his chin as he thought about you. The passing days were just Coriolanus watching you as you worked around the manor, his eyes never leaving your form. He managed to gather some information on you, by looking through your files, after all, he is the President of Panem it's his job to know everything, right?

His hands flipped through the dainty white pages, your headshot on the first page as he read through the private information, finding out that you were from Capitol blood, and ended up in the depths of middle class maybe even lower instead of luxury. Curiosity filled his mind about you, questions flowing through his mind with no answer to them. "What really are you..Y/N" he whispered under his breath, examining the photo of you. Most of these days were now mostly spent with him staring at you doing chores around the household, hanging up laundry, washing clothes, and cleaning the floors.

He likes how you laugh and smile when talking to your co-workers while you work. Every time he sees your smile, it makes some of his problems melt away, if he is stressed, he completely forgets what he was stressed about. He would purposely order you to his room to clean or arrange something in his office. Over a few months passing, he would continue asking for you, so adding little gifts and necklaces. For you, it was a surprise, certainly. Who expects the President of Panem to gift a simple maid a luxurious, expensive necklace, priced at a high price, more than you get paid. So you would send them off, at first you were confused thinking it was a mistake he sent the luxurious package to you, then it was sent back to you, this time a different gift, more beautiful and elegant. So you sent it back again, he began to be more curious and furious why you didn't keep and accept the gifts he sent, were they too ugly, an eyesore or indifferent to you.

So he orders you to his room...

It was the middle of the night, being pulled out of the servant quarters by the headmistress, ordering you to serve Coriolanus, and you obeyed. Your body is still engulfed in your flimsy nightgown and your flats on the floor of the manor, as you walk down the hallways. You opened the door to Coriolanus still in his attire, leaning on the bedframe. His eyes darted at you. "Mr. President, you requested of me" You held your hands together, looking him in the eyes. You hear his footsteps inching closer to you, his hands on his hips, "Do you hate them?" he asked, his eyes never leaving your frame, cocking your eyebrow, confused about what he was asking you.

"Hate, what, Sir?" you questioned, "The gifts" he walked closer to you, "Do you hate them, Y/N?" he looked at you, his eyes attentively staring at your own e/c. You felt sweat pending up on the palm of your hand as you began to clear your throat, "No—I just thought you sent them by mistake, sir" You said, you looked away from him, feeling flustered at how close he was to you. 'Y/n, do you think I'm an idiot to send something three things to the same person?" He gently lifted up your chin, making direct eye contact with you. "N-no, sir!" You exclaimed, "Then why, my sweet dove?' he questioned, "What have I done to deserve them" You mumbled,

"Every time I saw you, you have been pulling the strings to my heart..." He whispered, his deep voice resonating through your body, sending chills down your spine, you were hesitant to respond to him. The few moments of silence were unbearable, it felt like his eyes were tracking your every move. "Would it, not be improper for you to date a servant woman like me?" You murmur, and he immediately takes your face into his hands, "I will trade all of Panem just to have you in my arms" You parted your lips, staring at him in shock. Before he took your lips, kissing you. His hands touched against your skin, making you whine, his fingers slowly taking off the strings of your sheer nightgown. Immediately the cold air hits your bare skin making you moan, his hand trailing against your sides. He withdrew from your lips, his eyes clouded with lust, his pupils dilated. "W-we can't", looking away from him in embarrassment, trying to cover yourself up from his gaze.

He picked you up by your thighs, immediately putting your arms around his neck. He carried you towards the bed, dropping you onto the mattress, you instantly tried to cover yourself until he ripped your hands away as he stared at you beneath him. He took off your panties, slowly, his eyes staring at your slick coating your panties off, making you flustered. He started taking off his belt, you watched as he took his trousers off along with his boxers. His length springs out, pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock, feeling yourself getting wet underneath him. His eyes were heavy with lust, impatiently to have you, taste you, and fuck you.

He slowly inserts himself into you, a moan being ripped out of your throat, holding him by his biceps. "Itis' too big" you groaned. You tried to adjust yourself around his cock, you bit the bottom of your lip simmering the pain. Before he started moving, his pelvis smacked into your cunt as your breast bounced in impact.

You pushed your head back in pleasure as he forced himself into you, he groaned into your ear. "You're taking me so well, dove" he whispered, kissing your collarbone. The sound of wet skin clapping resonating around the bedroom, his hands moving around your body, rubbing the nipples of your breast, moaning in response. "Your so warm" he groaned, moving his hips against you, you felt yourself inching near your release.

He place your leg onto his shoulder, moving your body to the side as he thrusted inside, feeling his cock deeper inside you.

His hand groped your breast, abusing your nipples as he plunged into you deeper. Before feeling yourself coming undone, squeezing down on his cock. "Fuck" he groaned, pushing himself into you. His fingers trailing down onto your pelvis, he rubbed your clit, making you whine. Breathy moans echoed from your lips, and you looked through your lashes at him. Your walls massaging his cock, his thrust getting faster and into an animalistic pace.

His groans became frantic, as he fucked himself into you, before he pulled out and cummed onto your stomach, the white sticky load coating your body. Feeling your legs shaking, and your chest heaving. Staring at him, tiredness in your eyes.

"You did so good, dove," he said, kissing the corner of your neck.

Soon this moment happened time and time again, mostly during the nights when everyone was gone or sleeping away. He would call for you, knowing what would happen at the end of every night, you on his bed either coated with his cum or filled with it. Usually leaving before anyone can get suspicious of you and Coriolanus. Always wearing a nightgown, Coriolanus purchase for you. Looking into the mirror with the rich, satin fabric on your body, hugging your curves and bosom.

He would surprise you with special things mostly material things but you were grateful for them.

He would buy luxurious lingerie and jewelry for you. You were getting ready to meet Coriolanus as he called for you again, wearing the special red lingerie underneath nightgown, you obeyed. Walking down to his chambers, in the end, the precious lingerie was ripped and your nightgown on the floor stained with cum. His hands on your waist as he thrusted into you, he was close and you were already done and tired. His hands explored you, before he spilled himself into you. Pulling himself out of you, your legs were shaking, holding yourself up. Feeling him leaving a kiss on your cheek, he put himself into his pants.

You walked towards your discarded nightgown, taking ahold of the material, and slipping it on. There was a moment of silence between you and Coriolanus. Getting yourself busy, fixing the fabric of the nightgown, pulling it down carefully.

"Wait, Y/N" you turned around at him, "Yes, Corio" you responded, he loved it when you used that nickname with him, he walked forward to you, "Stay" he paused for a minute, "Stay with me for the night" He finishes, your eyes slightly widen. "What if, we were caught?" You whispered, "Nobody could come in without my permission, Y/N" he pushed a strand of your loose hair over your ear, "Just stay" he whispered, his hands trailing down to your waist, rubbing them in reassurance. You cleared your throat, putting your hands on his chest, and parting your lips.

"Alright—I will..."

headcannons spending christmas with coriolanus

A/N: I did both, lmao. Merry Christmas pookies. <3

A/N: I did both, lmao. Merry Christmas pookies. <3

WARNING: None, just pure fluff, wait...some nsfw???

PAIRING: Coriolanus x reader

WORD COUNTER: 654

✧ Imagine spending Christmas with Coriolanus snow. The tree would of course be all his, he would always pick out all the decorations, the star, ornaments, and no light because it gives the tree a tacky appeal.

✧ The color would be of course red, white, and gold. You tried to add some colors for the holiday appeal but it was always struck down, even if you begged him to. The enormous tree, with a red and gold lining of the tree skirt underneath it, and ornaments hanging on the tree, coordinately arranging it in order and a sparkling golden star on top, perfectly bringing in the elements of the evergreen tree.

✧ Though you didn't get to touch the tree, you didn't mind, you knew he knew what was doing, and the tree looked great. "It's perfect," you said, smiling at him. Looking up at the beautiful tree.

✧ You loved Christmas, saving recipes for Christmas for special desserts you wanted to surprise Coriolanus with. You were busy in the kitchen, making some gingerbread walls, putting the dough onto the baking tray, and loading it into the oven. Arranging the edible decoration of candy to decorate, you made sure to attentively make sure the small candies matched the ones of the tree. Red, gold and already made white. You hoped Coriolanus would like it, and you baked some cookies on the side for him.

✧ Christmas was something that shouldn't disappoint, it did come only once a year, and the biggest holiday of the season for most, setting the timer, as you took off the apron around your waist, being surprised by Coriolanus with his hands around your waist, his lips connecting with yours, bending yourself towards his kiss.

✧ Spending Christmas with Coriolanus, he would always surprise you with a mistletoe with a steamy kiss, his hands around your waist.

✧ Coriolanus would love to surprise you with big gifts, like diamond bracelets, necklaces, shoes, or expensive fabrics. Christmas day, he would just shower you with gifts, the maids and Butlers lining up to show you the special gifts he purchased. Your eyes glowing with delight, crossing your legs at looking the perfectly wrapped and ribbon tied gifts.

✧ It wouldn't be Christmas without a Christmas dinner, all kinds of food, luxurious and delicious on the grand table, sitting horizontally away from Coriolanus, your eyes sparkling with awe, with the surprise he had given you. "Corio, is this all for me?" you questioned, as he nodded. Well, he had to treat the prize jewel of Panem to glorious things, and second to that the mother of offsprings.

✧ You would of course have a gift for Coriolanus, a special one. One that you thought of with time and even asked his cousin, Tigris. Holding a special box hidden within a gift you wanted to surprise him like he did with you.

✧ Soon giving the special gift to him, butterflies fluttering into your stomach, feeling your palms sweat, and an anxious feeling circling you. His slender finger opened up the red satin box, and his eyes widened at what was inside a bejeweled snow charm bracelet. "Do you like it...Corio" you asked hesitantly, "It's perfect," he said, taking out the jewelry, "You sure?" you questioned.

"Yes, it's wonderful" He smiled his eyes flickering at you, "I'll wear it, every single day" He looked at the sparkling jewelry on his wrist, "I'm glad..let me put it on for you" You smiled, getting up, inching towards him. Placing yourself on his lap, and delicately putting the piece of jewelry around his wrist, "Thank you darling" you place your hands on the side of your face, kissing him... his hands on your waist.

Before you withdrew, "Merry Christmas, Corio" you whispered..."Merry Christmas, my dove" he pushed the strands of your hair over your ear, his eyes staring at yours, as the crackling fire rang out.

☆ KNY DEMONS x fem! upper moon reader

n.o.t.e.s - the sword arc was so delicious to watch literally, I just wanted to write something tbh. 📢

w.a.r.n - some crack energy, fluff, doma being a menace to society,

w.c. - 753

The strings of the biwa ranged throughout the infinite castle, summoning the upper moons to the castle.

From those few, you were already there due to Muzan's orders. You were trying to busy yourself playing with your h/c hair, waiting for the upper moons to span in.

It was pretty boring for you; you couldn't sit on the floor because of how uncomfortable it was because you managed to disobey his orders by helping some hashira. It was even a miracle that you didn't die because you managed to do it every time; some demons thought you were in a relationship with Muzan, so it wouldn't be surprising.

You were bored out of your mind, trying to converse with Nakime, "So Nakime wanna go out after this meeting" you chimed, clapping your hands together, looking at the biwa lady.

You lifted your head to see a upper moons before you, "That was quick," you murmured; you heard a familiar annoying voice saying your name.

"Y/N-chan," Doma's voice ranged out, his hand touching your shoulder; he irked everything in your body, "Did you miss me, y/n-chan" he gave you a toothy smile, and you looked at him with disgust.

"Don't be like that, Y/n-chan. Maybe we can go to my place and-' Soon, you found Doma's head on the castle's floor, thanks to Akaza.

His whole body was irked by Doma's presence, "Thank you, akaza" You gave him a smile that made Akaza blush, and his once-white face turned red.

You heard Doma's whines in the background calling your name

"It was no problem" he placed a hand behind his back, looking away from you.

You soon saw Daki and Gyutaro span in the castle, "Y/N!" Daki yelled at you before tackling you into a hug.

"Hey Daki" you smiled, patting her head.

"Y/N, I missed you," she sang out, burying herself into you, "Maybe if you're not busy, you we have a makeover," she exclaimed, "Sure," you smiled, "Daki, what about me" Doma whined.

"Go kill yourself, you perv," Daki yelled while protectively holding you, "Oh, hi Gyutaro" You smiled at him, and you waved at him supporting Daki's weight.

Gyutaro's cheeks turned light pink, and you giggled from the reaction.

Soon Daki got pulled away from you by her brother; the upper moon one caught your eye, and you walked up to him, "Hi, kokushibo" you exclaimed, he was mostly quiet, but you manage to get the word out of his mouth.

He looked at you briefly before muttering a 'hello' and walking away. You eventually saw Hantengu on the floor, cowardly to himself, and Gyokko talking to Doma with his regrown new head.

A swift wind made your h/c hair blow back as all the upper moons bowed to their demon lord, which appeared out of nowhere. You just stood there looking stupid, "Oh, Muzan finally you here; I was getting bored," you muttered still standing, crossing your arm, cocking your head at him.

The uppermoons were astonished at what you just said to Muzan, you're probably the only one that manage to get away with disrespecting Muzan without getting punished or even dying.

You saw Muzan's eyebrow switching at your comment; you smiled from the reaction.

He shot you a glare before your hand was force by what it felt like air to sit down but, which led to your face buried into the tatami floor.

It earned from sniggers from the upper moons before everyone was silenced by Muzan.

The meeting was quick and short by Muzan degrading all the upper moons except Kokushibo; your head was still stuck as you struggled.

You manage to get your head help by someone grabbing onto your waist and pulling you out of the floor. Whoever this hero was you were probably grateful, because Muzan manage to get your head really stuck to the floor.

But unfortunately for you, it was Doma, holding your waist. "Y/n-chan, we should do this more often" he exclaimed before you punched his head away from you.

Forcing his grip on your waist away before you whipped your head to the loud voice of Daki and Akaza charging to Doma's headless body.

"Get your hands off her, you pervert" Daki and Akaza yelled before jumping Doma.

There were crushing the stronger demon; you deadpanned at the sight. While the upper moons was busy, Gyutaro was laughing at seeing Doma being attacked by Akaza and his sister.

It was pure chaos.

0b.se.s..ion

warn: a short sad drabble

notes: I felt like doing something sad.

Inspo: Here with me by d4vd

"Miguel is everything okay," you said, coming into the room, walking over to him as you, hanging your arms over his shoulder, hugging his body, your head softly digging into his neck.

"Why are you crying" you murmured as you blinked your lashes at him, "Hm?" you turned your head to him, turning yourself to him and sitting beside him.

You wiped his tears from his cheeks, cupping his face together and looking at him, "I don't like when you cry, my love," you said. Miguel quickly took your body into his chest, squeezing you softly.

"What happened" you whispered, you felt wet tears on your shirt, his arms squeezing you tight.

Miguel stares at your face for a while,

"Power off," Miguel said, your body went limp in his arm.

But you weren't real, even if he wished it. You are just a figment of his imagination, something that was there but never real. As he touches your face, but wasn't your face.

He was still hanged up on you, and he knows it.

As he holds your robotic-like face in his hands. 'Your' glaring glass eyes stared into his own. It was something so sad, that he couldn't take it back. Your shadow was still staring at him.

A moment of regret that he couldn't take back from your death. But it was far too soon. You were already gone, already 6 feet down.

All he could do is mourn after your death. He stares off at the glass display of your once-worn spider suit, still retaining its glory as you wear it.

Even if he tried going back to a different dimension where you were still alive, it was bound to happen again, once more.

Your photo still sits in the same spot on the nightstand, where your smiling photo with you and him was taken on your birthday.

The fresh wound still bleeding out and the grim scene was a picture still in his mind. As he hugged 'your' body tighter as if it was real.

Every time he stares at the photo, it brings him back to the day you died. Rain pours onto his body, as it muddles his blood, mixing into the dirt, water, and blood. Your eyes flicking as life fades through your eyes.

Tears escaped your eyes, "Miguel, I don't wanna die" You looked at him, that was the first time you saw his face painted with fear. That was the only thing you saw on that day, before fading into an endless abyss.

But I guess he was far too late to ever bring you back.