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Come What MAY Creator's Challenge | Hazbin Hotel

Maybe she's the one full of wishes Maybe he's the one forced to rule ... or maybe they’re not so different after all.

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Come What May Creator's Challenge #11

May 21st, ripple/root a/n: thank you, tipsy me. CW: MDNI!, smut, oral (fem receiving), sex, light choking, sex pollen aspects WC: 2.3k

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Make it rough

Go scout the island, he said.

Make yourself useful, he said.

Eat the weird looking fruit, Shachi and Penguin dared you. And you did.

Because it looked funny, like a cross between a sweet potato and a dragon fruit, but it had tasted disappointingly plain. A little bitter maybe.

At first there was nothing amiss, you accompanied the others through the lush jungle-like landscape, helped hunt some of the more edible looking animals and gathered fruit that seemed arguably less suspicious. The rise in body temperature you experienced could easily be attributed to the tropical climate of the island. You've never been good with heat to begin with.

You were flushed and felt feverish, sweating to a point where even the two men you were pathing a way through the undergrowth with told you to head back. Get checked out by the doc, who, inconveniently enough, was also your captain.

Your captain who'd occasionally play a role in your less appropriate thoughts, thoughts you seemed to have no control over anymore the longer you trod through the greenery behind Shachi and Penguin.

By the time you returned to the Polar Tang the throbbing between your legs was unbearable, bordering on torturous and you feared if you didn't get off anytime soon, you'd simply die.

Every step, every rub of your thighs against each other stoked the heat flaring low in your stomach until you had to forcibly clench your mouth shut to keep from openly moaning as you hauled your part of the loot from the jungle into the kitchen for dinner.

Dinner you ended up skipping out on because you were too busy shoving your fingers up your aching pussy, writhing around on your bed, but no angle, no amount of friction seemed satisfactory enough to stop the all-consuming, almost animalistic desire threatening to set your body aflame. Your fingers alone just weren't able to get you where you needed to be, no. Always just right there but never enough to push you over. It was maddening.

You brushed against your abused clit and barely stifled a needy whimper.

You needed more.

You needed him. Badly.

The only remedy seemed to be your captain, because your brain refused to let you think about anything else than his perfectly sculpted body. All lean muscle and artistically crafted edges. And, God, his hands.

It was almost a little too easy to imagine his thick length stretching you out so much that you'd feel every vein, every ridge. His hands around your throat, his mouth on yours. You were reduced to a needy, squirming mess, your thighs, slick with your wetness pressed firmly together in a desperate attempt to ease the heartbeat pulsing relentlessly between them.

A breathy moan slipped past your lips and you almost didn't hear the knock at your door.

Again, more urgently this time and then the door creaked open slowly and you barely managed to pull your oversized shirt down to cover the mess you've made of yourself before your captain strode into the room, a pair of accusatory eyes locked on you.

Heat crept up your neck, reddened your already flushed cheeks as you fought tooth and nail against the uncontrollable urge to jump him. Like some dog in heat.

You pulled your blanket over your lap, he arched a brow and came closer. Too close. His scent hit you like a tidal wave, something earthy, something mouth-watering.

"Why did I have to find out from Shachi that you're sick?"

"I'm perfectly fine," you lied, your voice a shaky whisp of air. He took one educated look at you. At your slightly parted lips, the way your breath came in laboured gasps. The flush in your face and around your neck and the glazyness of your eyes.

"Bullshit." He extended a hand and you pulled back on instinct. If he touched you right now, even if it was just to check your temperature, you could not be held accountable for the person you'd become. "Come on, you know the rules." His eyes blazed, brows drawing together in something similar to worry. Or annoyance. Probably the latter.

You insisted you were fine again but he only made a dissatisfied noise low in his throat and this time you weren't fast enough to duck away from his hand reaching for your forehead.

The cool of his skin was bliss against the fire roaring beneath yours and you bit your tongue to keep from moaning in his face. There would be little that was more embarrassing right now.

"You're burning up," he noted with all the clinical disinterest of a real doctor. His hand lingered, your thighs pressed together in a futile effort to alleviate some of the almost painful sensation winding your core tighter and tighter with every passing second in his presence.

He asked you a bunch of questions you were only half able to answer because his hands were still on you and he was checking you over for the bite of an insect or a cut that got infected but all you were thinking about was needing him so deep inside you, you wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week.

"C-captain," you managed to stutter, half delirious with his fingers hooked underneath your chin and his face so close to yours. "Please s-stop touching me."

His face pulled together in confusion but he took a step back and you drew in one shuddering breath. "Why? Does it hurt?"

You swallowed around the dryness in your mouth. Knowing Law he wouldn't let this rest until he'd uncovered the truth. Better to embarrass yourself than have him find out otherwise. "No, but I will climb you like a tree if you don't."

He blinked once, twice, his mouth forming a silent oh. His staring made you so flustered you couldn't help but stammer incoherently.

"I ate this…this fruit thing. Might've been a vegetable but hell if I know."

"Why?" He looked thoroughly unamused.

"Because the boys dared me to," you admitted meekly. Law pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaled sharply.

"It was fine, I swear it was. But then I started getting…getting like this." You vaguely gestured to yourself, ashamed and avoiding eye contact at all costs. "And it won't stop, no matter what I try, it just gets worse. I'm just so…so…" lightheaded, overwhelmed, horny.

"Aroused?" He asked, one corner of his mouth tugging up into a smirk against his will. Your walls desperately clenched around nothing and you wished the ground would open up and swallow you.

"That's putting it lightly," you mumbled.

"Huh."

The way he watched you made you squirm. His eyes seemed to zero in on the movements of your legs beneath the blanket in your lap and then his tongue ran along his bottom lip as if he could see how wet he was getting you by just existing too close to you. The little half-smirk turned into a devilish grin. The lock on your door clicked shut, you gulped. Something predatory entered his gaze.

"Law, what are you-"

"That's Captain to you." You were so surprised by the low growl his voice had dropped to you forgot to keep your lips sealed and a more than needy sound slipped past. Pleased with himself, Law leaned closer to you. And then one hand was fisted tightly in your hair pulling your head back roughly. His name fell from your lips like a plea and this time you didn't bother pretending you weren't massively turned on.

"What are you doing?"

"Treating a patient." He grinned.

His lips crashed into yours with a bruising force and any sense you might've had left vanished somewhere in his mouth. You mewled and whimpered against him, his kiss adding gasoline to a roaring fire and you knew you'd never be able to stop now. He pressed you back into the mattress, pushed a knee between your legs and you were irretrievably gone. Every touch to your oversensitive skin sent shivers down your spine and you had to hold on to him to ground yourself because this felt an awful lot like spiralling out of control.

His lips pathed a way down your throat, biting and nipping and sucking while you shamelessly ground your hips against his leg, too far gone to care about anything but the growing pressure in your core and the way his teeth grazed a peaked nipple through the fabric of your shirt.

Your breathing was ragged and you had the feeling he didn't even have to do much to make you come like a pathetic little slut all over his thigh.

"Shit, you're so fucking wet." His voice was a deep rasp, the sound shooting straight to your throbbing cunt. Hands gripped your thighs harshly, spreading them apart until you were laid out like a banquet before him.

"Please," you begged breathlessly, whiny. "Please, Captain, I can't…" Whatever the rest of your sentence was supposed to be got lost in a throaty moan when he buried his face in your dripping pussy like a man starved. He groaned against you, into you and your hands balled to fists in his hair, keeping him in place. If he pulled back you thought you might actually kick the bucket. "Fuck."

You didn't manage more than a bit of incoherent swearing between the sounds of pleasure he elicited from you with his tongue. At some point you had to cover your mouth with a hand because you thought you were being too loud but he immediately caught on, forced your hand back into his hair and sucked the completely overstimulated bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs into his mouth so hard you cried out his name.

Your breathing came in choppy huffs and your heart somersaulted in your chest. Legs clamped around his head, shaky and tense but he didn't seem to be perturbed by your wild writhing beneath him. No, he took his sweet time, teasing, taunting, torturing until tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

"More," you demanded, helplessly rocking your hips into his face. "I need more. Fuck, Law. Please."

His tongue didn't stop lapping at your clit when he pushed two fingers inside you, growling when you instantly tightened around them. He was driving you insane with the slow pace he was setting; with every curl of his fingers you lost a little more of your sanity and got a little closer to that blissful feeling of being completely unravelled.

"I…I'm…"

He added a third digit and you lost all ability to think. Your hips stuttered against his face and he read you like an open book, upping his pace until you became almost too tight to move within. Heat coiled and coiled low in your stomach until you couldn't hold on anymore.

"I got you."

You came with his name on your lips and his face buried in your wet heat, so hard white spots danced in your vision even after he'd lapped up every bit of your release. Like he didn't want even a single drop to go to waste.

He sat up, looking down at you incredibly pleased with himself, the lower half of his face still glistening with your juices.

"You good now?"

No. Not even close. If anything you'd become ravenous. Insatiable. The maddening desire taking control of your senses hadn't lessened an inch, despite the way he'd made you lose yourself just now.

"More," you hissed, surging forward. He barely had time to look surprised before you pulled him down to you by the collar of his annoying shirt and slammed your lips to his, teeth and all. Like a rabid animal. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it made you delirious.

"You want more?" he asked darkly, pushing you back down, putting you in your place. Taking control. "I'll give you more."

Faster than you could comprehend, he flipped you on your stomach. Your ass was up in the air, the sound of a belt being loosed followed by the thud of his pants dropping to the floor rung in your ears. Then, he dragged the head of his hard cock through your slick folds and you pushed back into him, unable to keep from moaning.

Law sucked in a sharp breath, one hand circling around the back of your neck to keep your face pushed down into the mattress. He leaned over you, his voice like a threat close to your ear. "I'll give you more." He pushed into you in one fluid motion, bottoming out inside of you. You were sure you would find bruises where his fingers dug into your hips tomorrow, but right now, you didn't care. You needed him deeper, faster, harder. And he seemed willing to oblige.

With every violent thrust he reduced you more and more into an incoherent mess until the heady noises he loved so much were the only sounds spilling past your lips. "Fuck, you feel so good." The praise shot right to your centre, causing your walls to spasm around him. "Shit," he moaned. "You like that?"

You were beyond words at this point but your body 's reaction seemed answer enough because he slammed into you relentlessly, faster and faster until you were shaking and crying and moaning his name like a prayer. "You take me so well."

He knew you were close without needing to tell him and the moment he brought his hand from your hip to your clit, you burst apart so intensely you were almost sure you blacked out for a moment because when you managed to open your eyes again Law was leaning over you worriedly patting your cheek and calling your name.

The unbearable throb that had plagued you had dulled to a pleasant ache pulsing along with your heartbeat. Dimly you noticed his own release leaking out of you.

"You okay?"

"Mh." You gifted him a tired, lazy smile, looking at him through hooded eyes. You were boneless, weightless, hazy.

Satisfied.

[esilher]

For the @come-what-may-challenge , using the prompt Burst. Also for the story Tell Me to Take a Breath by @gleefulpoppet

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Sorry I'm Late

written for @come-what-may-challenge 💕

prompt 10: fingertips or footsteps (make it both✨)

took me long enough, but I'm finally posting it

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Movie night. That was the plan for today. Ian has been coaxing Mickey into watching The Dark Knight with him for the last month, but all he's been getting in response was "not now, Gallagher", "just shut up and get on me", "no way, we're watching Point Break", "shit, I'm too tired for that, man"...

But this morning Ian finally got his husband to agree. It may have been forced out of him by means of a mind-blowing orgasm, but the 'yes' was loud and clear. It was settled and they decided that as soon as Mickey gets their ambulance checked at the service station, they would watch the movie together.

The problem is, it's already past seven o'clock and Mickey promised he'd be home by now. But he's not. Ian has been sitting cross-legged on the couch in the living room for the last half an hour, getting bored out of his mind.

He's fighting a losing battle with sleep as he scrolls the news pages, texts his siblings and makes some arrangements for tomorrow. It's not that late just yet, but he feels so tired, the week's exhaustment catching up with him, multiplied by the ridiculous number of hours of sleep he got during the last few days.

So it's not Ian's fault that he is barely awake by the time the key turns in the lock of their apartment. He doesn't even register the door shutting at first. The sound is distant and the familiar click of the lock reaches Ian's ears, but doesn't disturb the redhead. It's the soft footsteps of his husband that make him stir.

Ian feels the couch dip beside him, the distinct smell of Mickey filling the air around him. The warmth oozes out of the man beside him, so Ian's head instinctively leans towards the older man and falls on his shoulder.

"Hey, Sleepyhead."

The soft voice of his husband makes Ian's lips stretch in a lazy smile. The greeting is accompanied by a gentle hand on his cheek, stroking his skin ever so gently and Ian's heart flutters.

"R'late," Ian breathes, eyes still closed.

"Late?" He chuckles silently and raises his eyebrows at Ian even though he doesn't see it. "Man, it's half past eight."

"Bullshit..." The redhead sighs.

"Don't believe me?" Mickey scoffs incredulously. "I told you these runs at the ass-crack of dawn and your attempts at helping every single one of your siblings are gonna catch up with you sooner or later. If anything, it's you who is early."

Ian just groans dismissively and mutters, "S'pos'd t'be home at seven."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm sorry," he turns to kiss the top of Ian's head. "Car service took forever and the traffic on the way back was crazy. Got back as fast as I could."

His husband hums in acknowledgement and shifts his body to press himself more into Mickey.

"Yo, man, I didn't even shower," the dark-haired man protects weakly, but Ian just leans further into him, arms going around his man's waist.

"S'fine," he mumbles as he tucks his face into the crook of Mickey's neck, inhaling the scent of his husband's cologne mixed with a distinct note of cigarettes.

"Alright," Mickey chuckles and pulls his husband closer to himself. The heat is radiating off each other as they stay in a comfortable embrace and Ian's mind drifts once again.

His husband tells him about the douchebags back in the car service and his voice is incredibly soothing. Combined with the soft rumble of his chest and dimmed lights in the room, it provides Ian with a perfect setting for falling asleep again.

Mickey's words become muffled as Ian slips into unconsciousness, but the slow, gentle movement of his husband's fingertips along his bare arm makes him resurface for a moment.

"Yeah?"

It takes a lot for Ian to open his eyes and look up at the man in his arms, but it's worth the effort. Mickey's gaze is so soft and open it makes Ian sigh, completely and ridiculously enamored.

Mickey stares at Ian for a second, a tiny smile on his face. "I said should we go to the bedroom?" He leans in and places a gentle kiss to his husband's lips. "Dive under the covers?" he whispers and brushes his nose against Ian's.

"Nah, it's movie night..." Ian's eyelids get heavier again.

"Right," Mickey chuckles. "Face the music, Mumbles, we have to postpone this shit one more time."

"Ugh, fine," he sighs. "But we're watchin' t'morrow, right?"

"You have my word."

It is sealed with another delicate kiss and Mickey helps them settle down on the couch, too exhausted and lazy to move to their bedroom.

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blossom/burn: dangerous liaisons au in which sebastian is valmont and blaine is tourvel

"You have to know that nothing can happen between us," Blaine says, and his round eyes are troubled as he fixes his earnest gaze on Sebastian; the effect paired with his long dark eyelashes makes him otherworldly, not quite human, a saw-whet owl courtesan. It's ridiculous and endearing and oddly arousing, which Sebastian has come to discover over the course of their handful of meetings is Blaine Anderson's unmistakable idiom.

"I know all sorts of things," Sebastian says, letting the bone knob of his wrist rest against the table between them to draw Blaine's gaze there instead. "And when those things don't please me the way they are, I put all my energy into..." he casually splays his fingertips out on the tabletop, crooks his knuckles, smooths them in tiny circles along the wood, lets just his index fingertip describe ever-tightening loops until Blaine's breath picks up audibly before he continues: "...making them please me."

"Sebastian." Blaine always says it just like that, a breathier dip in the middle like the name itself makes him gasp. It would sound more fitting if he were on his back, Sebastian thinks, the sound equivalent of vanilla soft serve lapped off of Blaine's tongue. "When I agreed that we could hang out I made it clear, I have rules--"

"And I have deep, dearly-held, utterly desperate wishes." For a moment Sebastian thinks he may have sliced through those very proper defenses, but after a moment's silence Blaine says, his tone marginally more crisp, "If wishes were fishes."

He leaves it there, trusting that Sebastian knows the saying, and Sebastian obligingly finishes, "--then you would be hooked, netted, and soaked."

Blaine shuts his eyes, shakes his head, blows out an exasperated breath, but his lips tighten for a moment into a rosette in the middle that gives away his amusement. "Incorrigible," he murmurs with his amber gaze back alight again, and Sebastian says, "On every single report card, yes ma'am," and watches that rosette reappear more pinkly as his fingertip swirls and swirls;

a demand, a promise.

- prompt 3 | wishes/rules

[nykenima]

a siren sounds like the goddess who promises endless apologies of paradise...

CWMCC DAY 3

WISH / RULE

i'm not following the themes very strictly haha, it isn't obvious except for to me XD

you're getting more lore! in religions around the world, ascension to a higher consciousness is a common theme. and some people think, those who are smarter, who are able, have the right to rule and say what can and can't be. are we out of line? are people inherently sinful?

but when you wish to chase the very top, you'll never be happy - when you're already doing your best...the only way you go higher is by bringing the people around you down