#de lyric

[mayrine]

[a99jazzybean]

Could I request a Lyric x reader smutshot? <3

Writing Assistance

synop: Lyric asks your help with figuring out how to write a good sex scene. Who are you to deny your lover?

words: 1.2K

includes: Lyricxgn!reader, gn!reader, established relationship, reader has a "hole" and "sex", rough sex, marking, creampie, smut

a/n: Thank you for requesting this anon! It was a fun little write! This is the first of the smut/fluffshots! If you want me to write one, you can request them. Request rules can be found here!

“Lyric…” You groaned, shifting uncomfortably as your muscles strained to keep yourself up. 

“Hmm?” He asked behind you. 

Though you couldn’t see him, you felt him lean to the side. The sound of writing on a notepad followed as he hummed thoughtfully to himself. The position you found yourself in was due to the man requesting your assistance in determining how to properly convey emotion through a sex-scene after a heated exchange between two characters. It had been a while since you and Lyric had managed to have more intimate time together, so you agreed to assist. Little did you know, this “assistance” would involve you being manipulated into various positions as Lyric filled your hole. 

At the moment, you were sitting on his cock in a kneeling position. Your legs were spread apart as his legs knelt between yours. Originally, Lyric had been holding onto your wrists to stabilize you, but he dropped one of your arms in order to write. So, you were stuck sitting up straight to make sure you didn’t accidentally fall forward and hurt him. 

“Could we actually move?” With a frustrated huff, you tilted your head side-to-side, trying to get a developing crick out of your neck.

“Eventually.” He appeared to be in no hurry. “I’m just trying to determine if this position would effectively evoke the bitter hatred between two individuals.”

“Lyric…” You dropped your head with a groan. “I’m sure this position will evoke enough hatred.” You rolled your eyes, beginning to grow desperate for some friction. 

“I don’t know…” He stopped scrawling on the pad, grabbing your wrist to keep your body upright. 

Finally, you felt him slightly pull out of your hole. Then, he slid his long length deep inside of you, making your hole clench around him. Eyes fluttering shut, you softly moaned as he continued to press in-and-out of you. Each rub of his cock against your sensitive walls sent pleasurable sparks to your core. 

Behind you, Lyric leaned in to kiss up your shoulder and neck, then trailed his lips back down. Stopping at the junction between your neck and shoulder he paused thoughtfully. Seemingly figuring out something, he nodded to himself, then bit down. You let out a surprised squeak that turned into a moan as he lavished the blooming mark with soft laps of his tongue. Pulling back, he inspected the mark with a hum of approval. 

“Yes, I believe this position could definitely enhance the turmoil between the enemies turned into unexpected lovers…” He paused his actions, turning to write on the notepad again. 

Slumping your head forward, you let out another groan. The pleasure that had begun to build in your core was flickering out. Only maintaining some flares of heat due to Lyric’s cock smushing right into that sweet spot of yours. 

“Aerowin is definitely the type to be possessive. He would definitely mark up Rowan to stake his claim.” He nodded to himself, satisfied with his conclusion. With that out of the way, he returned his attention to you. “Now…” He pulled out, then harshly thrust inside of you. “Would you say that a hate-fuck between the two would be rough or sensual?” 

You choked out a moan, as he began a brutal pace in and out of your needy hole. “F-fuck, Lyric! Ah!” He slammed into that perfect spot over and over. 

“Well?” He spoke lowly, smirking as your hole fluttered around his length. 

“I-I–” You moaned loudly as the embers in your core flared with pleasure once more. “I think it would be rougher. S-since they despise each other– Oh!” A surprised squeak echoed in the bedroom as Lyric shifted your bodies. 

He had released your wrists, opting to press down your torso so your face was pushed into the mattress. In this position, he was able to reach even deeper. Eyes screwed shut, the heat in your belly flared even hotter. Your hole clenched around Lyric’s length as he hit your sweet spot with precision. Over and over, sparks of pleasure fired through your body. You were shaking as you took each slam into your hole. 

“Yes!” Lyric exclaimed, though you couldn’t tell if it was because of the sex or an epiphany. Perhaps it was both. “T-this roughness!” His pace grew faster, more desperate. It was as if he was chasing a conclusion moreso than a climax. “It brings me closer to you, but at the same time maintaining a distance as I’m not witnessing the way in which you are feeling.” 

At this point, his words were barely registering. The only sound your mind could think about was the wet plapping of his cock slamming in and out of your sex and the heavy breathing mixed with moans that filled the air. 

Lyric’s chest was pressed against your back as he continued to brutalize your hole. Strong arms wrapped around your front, holding you close to him. “Yes!” He groaned, teeth gritting as his cock twitched with pleasure. “Maybe…” His mind was beginning to grow foggy. “Maybe this is a challenge as well…” You felt his chin nod between your shoulder blades. “What do you think?”

“Think?’’ You managed to mumble, which was followed by a groan. 

“Yes! A challenge!” 

“W-wha?” The heat in your core had grown so hot, ready to make you burst in ecstasy. 

“The two would fight!” He huffed out, warm breath dancing on the back of your neck. “To see– oh! To see who would cum first!” 

“L-lyric!” You cried out, indicating that you were close to finishing. 

“It would be perfect! Oh so absolutely perfect!” He couldn’t tell if he was talking about the story or the way your hole was clenching around his cock in the most delicious vice-like grip. 

A precise thrust into your sweet spot had you seeing stars behind your eyelids. With a cry, you fell apart. With your whole body shaking, pleasure coursed through your entire being. Lyric was chasing his own high, prolonging your orgasm with each drag of his cockhead against your sensitive walls. You shuddered as he continued to pound right into that delicious spot. It had you practically drooling into the mattress as Lyric forced you to feel the sparks of pleasure overtake your body. 

Feeling your hole flutter around his length, Lyric had reached his own end. Hips stuttering against your ass, you felt the twitching of his cock deep inside of you. Hot ropes of cum filled your hole with a satisfying warmth that left you buzzing. 

As he came down from his high, Lyric pressed soft kisses over your shoulders and back. Each press of his plush lips had you shivering with small moans. The affection had your chest swelling as you smiled into the blankets beneath you. With a final kiss to the mark he gave you, Lyric slowly pulled out of your hole. Seeing his spend drip between your thighs, he felt his cock twitch. A new kind of need stirred within him.

Since you were a puddle of a person, Lyric helped you clean up. When he finished, he grabbed his notebook and curled up beside you in bed. You snuggled against his chest with a satisfied hum. 

“Thank you for helping me.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “It was very eye-opening.”

“Glad I could assist…” You murmured sleepily. 

“Would you mind aiding me with another scene?” He asked with a coy smirk. 

“Hmmm… what do you have in mind?”

[hashemovitch]

I view Parker and Lyric as two sides of the hipster coin. Lyric as your typical acoustic-guitar-at-parties IPA before-it-was-cool type based on appearance alone despite being quite a nice, chill, welcoming guy when you know him whereas Parker is one of those people whose personality is outlandish as hell but looks like a friendly further-on-the-alternative-scale Brand of Guy. Lyric doesn't care if you read, how much you read, so long as the vibes are pleasant. Parker will strike you down if you don't share his interests with up to 70% enthusiasm.

[rockabye-kayo]

Feel like someone has probably mentioned this before but for the life of me I cannot remember

Anyways

I was singing the "whistle while you work" song while vacuuming and I always love the line

"Imagine that the broom, is someone that you love, and soon you'll find you're dancing to the tune"

Imagine how cute it'd be for the characters in Date Everything to get excited every time the homeowner has to clean cause that means they might get a little dance with them

Mostly Hoove really because I can't imagine most people would try and dance with an Air Fryer, but hey maybe some of the easily moveable ones (Barry, Lyric, Mateo) get taken along for a ride when they're moved to clean the space they were on before

I feel like some of them would use this to brag to the ones that can't be moved at all

[atlasthemayor]

Drawing request I got on ao3 for Mateo and Lyric cuddling Feel free to leave more requests (18+ or otherwise) over here in the comments: https://archiveofourown.org/works/70741091/chapters/183886536

[saturn-xvoid]

Oh Lyric if only u knew about international best selling author Quan Millz…

[furniture-fetishist]

Hope you're doing ok! I wanted to send in my OC named Cosette Wetton for the ship thing, she's all of the MC's Halloween/Hollyween costumes and cosplays but I chose a witch theme because I thought it would be interesting (photos are from picrew and pinterest respectively)

She's physically in her early 20s, around 5'2 or 5'3, East/Southeast Asian, uses she/her, and is bisexual with no preference. Cosette is RIDICULOUSLY pale, like Victorian orphan dying of consumption pale because she's kind of a hermit that barely ever leaves the attic let alone the second floor.

Most of the other objects in the house assume she's snooty and an elitist because they see the frills and lace on her EGL/gothic lolita coords and associate it with Scandalabra, but that couldn't be further from the truth. She enjoys socializing and is a genuinely nice and bubbly person, but has chronic fatigue and a social battery that drains rather quickly.

Cosette enjoys reading shoujo manga and telling fortunes, the latter of which happens to be her side hustle ( headeanon that she would have been the one who taught Volt the bareode/palm reading triek that he praetiees in his route). I ship her with a few canon characters, but l'm curious to see if you have anyone in mind. <3

I Ship You With:

Lyric

Why?

He’s literature, he’s familiar with fantasy and magic, and the witch aesthetic reminds him of some of his favorite magic-themed novels. He’s all over that.

He’s a sweet guy, he needs someone to match energy.

At the same time, he’s literature, he enjoys quiet time. If you’re not feeling well or the battery needs recharged, he’s always willing to just sit and read with you.

HE’S EMBARRASSED SO DON’T MAKE FUN OF HIM he’s heard so many people say that manga isn’t ‘real literature’ but it is and he loves it and he’d die to have someone to read and talk about manga with.

SFW

I’m dying, he makes his own bookmarks and gives them as gifts. Yes, he goes to Prissy and gets some nice flowers to press and preserve or (you know how some books have really nice illustrations? He can DRAW) he’ll draw you something themed around whatever it is you’re reading, probably the main character of the manga you’re in the middle of.

Bookstore dates after realization. He buys you whatever you want, of course, but also he literally has to bring a wagon with him to the store because he wants to buy himself a couple things too. Just a couple. His ‘to-be-read’ list is longer than the wait for a Disney ride.

COUPLE HALLOWEEN COSTUMES.

Read his fortune, he wants to ‘know how his story will end’.

NSFW

It’s obvious but we know he likes feathers. He has one, he has feather ab tattoos. He has a large feather set aside just for you. The way you squirm away from the gentle tickle is just too cute.

Side note on the tattoos, I normally don't care one way or another about them BUT THE FEATHER TATTOOS. bro, he's not safe around me

Narrates everything he does like he’s reading a scene from Grate Expectations. He actually probably is, he’s probably reenacting a sex scene from some book you’ve never heard of.

Cockwarming while you help him with his writing. One hand is on your hip, keeping you from moving, the other is focused on writing something on the page in front of him. You’re whining and he’s asking you a question, something about what you think his character would say next, but you aren’t completely paying attention because you try to rock your hips but the hand on your hip is firm and keeps you in place. You let out a little moan at the frustration of him filling you up but not being allowed to have anything MORE and he responds, “No, sweetie, I don’t think they’d be moaning in the middle of this serious conversation with the king, especially not so needily.”

[hashemovitch]

So, Lyric and Keyes, huh? Two writer-artists as familiar with the creation of their crafts as consumption of them? Working quietly side by side until, inspired or stuck or critical, they trade works in progress to revise? Her regal glamour paired with his muted aridity? Yeah, I see it.