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pumkinzee · 17 days ago

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Could you write smth similar to your husband!jason HCs but with percy please? i love all that you've written!

PAPER RINGS ˏˏ HUSBAND!PERCY JACKSON

pairing: Percy Jackson x gn!reader

⌑ - English isn't my first language so I'm using a translator and my basic knowledge of the language!

𝐑equest 𝐨pens! + 𝐫ules!

If Jason planned for months what the proposal would be like, he is the complete opposite. He always knew that he wanted to marry you, he knew that you were the one, the one who would raise his children, the one who he would wake up in bed with every day, he already knew that he would spend the rest of his days with you, he just didn't know how to handle the idea of marriage. Too nervous? Yes, but mostly hesitant, he spoke a lot with his mother about how to take it and how to analyze when the right time would be. It took him longer than necessary not because of the decision, but because learn to organize.

When you told him yes, he had a fit of nervous laughter, you thought it had all been a joke and you almost got angry with him until you saw how he started to cry from emotion. Yes, it was a complete disaster.

Small and special wedding, his friends, his mother, Paul and Estelle, what we would all think. Beach wedding? Try to get the idea out of my head. Honeymoon to Montauk, you guys couldn't afford anything too expensive, it was a special place for him and he got to make it special for you too, it was the perfect place.

You move in together a little while after the wedding, a comfortable and bright flat with a sea view, always lit up, sand on the floor and the smell of blue food, if that makes any sense. The move is quicker than you thought because of how used he is to moving, schools, houses, cities, everything Sally did for him unconsciously developed in him a great speed when it comes to moving.

As boyfriends he was already cuddly, as a husband? You're lost, wait till you spend the first week with a clingy, complaining husband, the kind that clings to your foot and you end up dragging him while you walk because he won't even let you go to the bathroom.

He is afraid of losing his ring, he wears it whenever he leaves the house, even when they go to the corner just to buy bread, he is very proud of his marriage. He tells his life to people who mention his ring just because they thought it was pretty, they learned to stop asking stupid things to stupid strangers.

He's not allowed to touch the kitchen, even if it's with all his heart and Sally taught him how to cook, I don't think he has any talent for cooking, I feel like he forgets he has things in the oven, he doesn't know how to turn on the stove, he cuts his fingers. You better cook or you'll have the kitchen as a decoration, sometimes you just ask Sally for help.

Sally? Oh, she LOVES you. You become another of his children, spoiled and pampered who will always have a plate of blue cookies on the table, she talks to you for hours about so many different things that you never get bored.

With Paul it's much the same, a good cup of tea and you'll be comfortable talking with your father-in-law about adult life and life in general.

They love you, you are never bored and you are always invited to spend the holidays with them, there comes a point where they ask about you so much that Percy wonders if they ever hesitated to adopt you before the wedding.

Estelle adores you, she loves it when Percy brings you with him because she can run to you so you can hug her and carry her into the air. You spoil her a lot secretly from Sally, she is your little accomplice to play pranks on Percy.

Percy develops a baby fever that lasts...oh, how it lasts.

nswf cut!

Once you were lying on your bed, happy to be alive since demigods live less than average, and the next you have Percy between your legs. He doesn't say much, at first you think he just wants cuddles and is being whimsical, but you quickly realize he has something else on his mind.

Dealing with horny Percy is...wow. Dealing with him on your honeymoon was just the beginning, he's quick and possessive, but not toxic possessiveness, he owns you because he wants you to be there for him and him alone, it hurts his heart when you're not with him. He is healthily obsessed with you.

Kisses on the neck drive him crazy, he is not a very vocal person, but be prepared to have to shut him up, you will never see him making as much noise as now again

He loves being on top of you, reading your features, how you roll your eyes, how you shyly moan his name. He gives you kisses all over your face when you take him because he knows which is big

He has a very big ego, sorry, this man is obsessed with the way you squeeze him or squirm because of him

Sex in public? Yeah, well, no. Places where no one is there but someone could walk in, he knows what he's doing.

nsfw cut!

He’s a dad son

Yes, we would all want to see him with a daughter, he would treat her like a princess and spoil her a lot (Estelle would be jealous) but I feel that with a son he could be the boy he never could; He would scream, he would laugh, he would run around the house, they would watch movies until late, he would take him to the movies, they would play soccer together, he would take him to the beach, he would be the boy Gabe never let him be.

He is not overprotective, but that does not mean he is irresponsible, he knows that, if his son has his powers, he would know how to defend himself perfectly, he would train him but in his own way, being the son of the most powerful demigod will not make him weak, and Percy knows that.

If your son gets suspended or something, Percy will defend him the way Sally defended him.

Blue food everywhere.

You come home from work and the first thing you see is Percy asleep in the living room with your son asleep on your chest, the television is on and there are cookie crumbs on the floor.

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princessbrunette · 1 year ago

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omggg i adore kitty!reader so much shes so !! me !!! how do u think jayj would put her in her place … i feel like whenever shes having her mini tantrums people get equally as frustrated bc she gets feisty but jj has like .. magic on him or something 💭

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you’d been in a bad mood since coming home from work. bartending wasn’t for the weak, especially when the locals constantly harassed you and berated your drink pouring skills — which was mostly put down to being a woman. by the time you get back to jj’s empty house, the blonde sat on his messy porch with a bottle of beer when you got back — you had quite the attitude.

“if it ain’t my favourite bartender. how’s m’girl, come over here.” he opens his arms and you storm right past making his brows shoot up, lips pressed together as he adjusts his cap. “alrighty, guess someone’s in a mood.” he pushes up onto his feet, swaggering in through the open door.

“‘somethin’ happen? what’s up?” he calls after you, spotting you in the kitchen angrily opening and closing cupboard doors as you try to make yourself something to eat.

“where is my plate?” you demand, clearly frustrated. he blinks, thinking back to your special plate that you always ate off. some cutesy antique thing you found at a yard sale, a beloved item of yours. he silently winces, eyeing it sat in the sink, soaking in bubbles.

“yeah uh, so basically i ate my lunch off it ‘cus i forgot to do the dishes, uh — again. that’s my bad. i got paper plates you can use? great thing about those is that when you’re done with ‘em you don’t gotta wash ‘em. you just throw ‘em away. makes me wonder why we even buy regular plates in the first pl—”

“no i don’t want a paper plate jj j want my plate! i just want to eat my food and— and you’re here just— just—” you explode, still refusing to offer him even a glance as you continue hunting for something to eat your leftovers off.

“hey, hey— put them claws away kittycat. no need for that. c’mon pretty girl where’s that smile?”

you spin around, fists balled at your side, tears of anger in your eyes.

“dont tell me to smile! go away!” you yell before turning away with a loud huff. jj drops his head down, tongue in his cheek as he nods, thinking for a moment before approaching slowly.

“easy, alright? you’re not gonna take that tone with me, mama i’m on your side.” as he speaks, you feel the warmth of his front press to your back, an arm cautiously sliding around your waist to keep you stable. his other arm snakes around your neck, pulling you into a light headlock, just enough pressure to ground you. he lowers his head to talk into your ear as you stare directly at the cabinet, already melting a little against him. “you wanna talk ‘bout your day? y’already know i’m all ears baby. but you gotta watch that attitude, yeah? you’re home now, i’m here. just… dial it back.”

there’s some silence, and you nod — releasing a shaky breath as you feel some of the grossness from your day leave your body. “uh-huh, that’s all you needed wasn’t it babydoll? needed to be told. that’s okay, i get it.” he kisses your temple before removing his arm from your neck, using both hands to squeeze your waist and turn you around.

the gaze he receives from you is nothing short of guilty, doll-like eyes blinking up at him slowly as you take deep breaths. “now what you’re gonna do, is sit that cute lil ass down and let me fix you up a plate. you’re gonna eat that shit, then, you’re gonna talk to me about your day,” he walks you backwards until your legs hit the chair at the table and you drop down to sit in it. he leans forward, hands cupping your cheeks. “and after that, oh i’mma fuck the shit out of you. like, you’re not even gonna remember what day of the week it is— let alone what shitty customers ran their mouth at you today. that sound good?”

“yes, jj.” you respond, pupils pretty much taking up your whole eye like an entertained kitten.

“thats what i like to hear, ma’am. alright, wait there. i got you.”

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#anon #kitty!reader #jj maybank prompt

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redfoxwritesstuff · 1 month ago

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A Misdemeanor Of The Heart: Chapter 45 (Human Alastor x Married Reader)

CW: Fingering, murder talk, murder planning, domestic Alastor Prev__ Welcome Post__ AO3__ KoFi Show your support by leaving a tip, buy Kit a coffee!

Laurence returned home, just half a short hour from when Alastor departed. There was just enough time to pick the bark out from your hair, straighten up your dress, and just have dinner on the table when the key rattled in the lock. You steeled yourself against whatever mood he’d bring in with him before turning to greet him, a soft smile on your face as you leaned against the kitchen sink.

It was just as well. Laurence was in a poor mood as he walked through the door. As he stalked up the stairs, you let the chunk of ice fall into the sink. There was no time to waste. You grabbed the kettle from the stove and poured hot water on it, washing away the evidence.

The ice had done its job, or so you hoped. The hungry kisses stolen behind the apple tree left your lips swollen, a memory you would have loved to let linger that you instead had to chase away.

“Welcome home, honey!” you called again as he thumped back down the stairs, taking a quick drink from a cup of hot tea. You hoped that if he kissed you, your lips wouldn’t feel cold to him. The fewer questions he asked, the better.

The smile on your face wasn’t as forced as it usually would’ve been, fueled by the memory of Alastor’s touch on your body and his words in your ear. Hope, terrible hope, took root in your heart and at least for the moment, you would cling to it.

“How was your day?” you asked as you helped his coat down his arms, standing with him in the living room.

There was no reason you could think of that he had to run upstairs before even stripping his outerwear off. It wasn’t something to dwell on, not right now. It was better to focus on the memory of Alastor.

The peaceful smile you wore faltered as your hand grazed his arm. Touching him was the last thing you wanted to do, but you had to play the part.

Alastor had a plan. If all worked out well, you would be in his arms again soon, for more than just a few fleeting moments.

“It was-” Laurence hesitated, switching the pharmacy bag from one hand to another as he freed himself from the sleeves, looking at it for a moment with surprise on his face, as if he’d forgotten he was holding it. You did not recognize the name of the pharmacy printed on it. “It was a productive day!”

“Oh?” You didn’t have to pretend to be surprised.

“Yes!” He balled his fingers into a fist, slapping it against the palm of his other hand. It was an action you couldn’t help but flinch back from, knowing full well the pain of his fist striking you. “I’ll be working late the rest of this week.”

“Oh? Shall I save you plates or will you be eating out?” you asked, working to tame the smile that wanted to spread into a giddy grin.

Laurence turned, stepping back toward you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He pushed you to a dip, leaning down with you as you exclaimed your surprise, the sound stolen from your lips as he kissed you soundly.

A short second later, he returned you to standing and quickly crossed the living room space. “I’ll get food out,” he said. “Thank you, though. It is truly a blessing for a man to have a good wife such as you!”

When had he last thanked you? “I’ll prepare you a plate,” you said, unsure what the right thing to say was as your husband disappeared up the stairs a second time, holding his paper bag tightly in his hands. Licking your lips, you could just taste the bitter medicinal taste you knew well.

You didn’t have to look to know what was in the bag. If he was visiting a different pharmacy, the ones local to your neighborhood were no longer willing to supply him. Perhaps it was something stronger in the bag. How much longer until he needed something that hit him harder, if it wasn’t?

You put the thought out of your mind as you made your way back to the kitchen. It wasn’t something you should care about. If you were lucky, he’d take too much and one morning you’d wake up next to his corpse.

That thought rolled about your head as you moved the roast from the baking dish and onto the platter. Moving the food from the dish was easy enough, but when it came time to lift the platter itself, you found it painfully heavy. There was no choice but to brace it against your hip, using your body to carry some of the weight. The edge of the platter dug painfully into a bruise, but it was better than risking pain shooting down from your shoulder at the weight.

Whatever good mood Laurence was in now was fragile. It would take very little to shift it into something darker. Dropping dinner would shatter the safety it granted you. There was no way you would risk that. Not while you were still feeling light from Alastor’s touches.

You carried the bowl of mashed potatoes and a butter bell out before returning for the salad as Laurance descended the stairs once again.

“It smells lovely,” he said as he wrapped his arm around you, hugging you to his side.

“Thank you, Laurance,” you said simply, lifting a slice of roast beef to his plate. Without looking to your husband as he settled into his chair, you continued dutifully plating his dinner before seeing to your own.

Laurence didn’t wait until you were ready to eat to dig into his own plate. The sound of scraping cutlery drew your eyes for a moment as he plopped a bite of meat into his mouth. Juice dribbled down his chin as he moaned loudly at the taste.

Had he always been such a messy eater? You tensed, waiting for the other shoe to drop as he repeated the action. Something was wrong. Something was coming. You knew that much, but just not what it was as you settled into your chair.

“You’ve really outdone yourself, doll.” Laurence started, and you thanked him, carefully cutting into your own slice of beef. “Did you learn to cook this while you were away?”

Oh, there it was. “I- the recipe was in the magazine you had brought me home. We had the ingredients and so I figured, why not try it?”

“Ah,” Laurence leaned back, finally wiping the mess from his chin. “So you didn’t cook this for the fucker you’re running around with?”

Fear flooded you. The words he had spoken were wildly different from the tone of voice he had spoken them in. He could have been complementing the cooking again, for all his tone said.

“There is no one, Laurence.” You braved meeting his eyes. “Only you.”

“Right.” He nodded, “And you love me?”

The question made your stomach turn. “I do,” you lied. “I vowed to love you until death, just as I vowed to be loyal to you for all of life. I am a good, godly woman, Laurence. I hold to my vows.” You were a mildly surprised when the God you claimed to be upholding to the standards of failed to strike you down for your lies.

Laurence returned to eating, and you tried to relax, forcing yourself to do the same. Bile rolled in your stomach as you forced bite after bite down your throat. Normal, peaceful. If you were lucky, this is where is vile questions would die tonight.

Laurence had nearly cleaned his plate of food when he picked it up, looking at it.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked, worried that you had failed to wash the dish properly and some unnoticed speck of something marred the surface.

Laurence looked at you, eyebrow raised. “Where were you?”

“When?” you asked. “I’ve been home all day. You forbade me from leaving the property.”

“That weekend, where did you go?” He spoke calmly, not yelling or shouting. His face did not go red. It looked as if he could still be discussing the dinner.

“I went to see my mother.” You said, “When the baby came early, they didn’t want guests, so I stayed with my mother. I- I didn’t tell you because I know how you get about plans changing.”

“Lier!” Laurence yelled, his voice breaking what semblance of peaceful conversation you thought perhaps you could have as he threw his plate at you.

It crashed against your chest, shattering. Pain radiated out over your collarbone. Looking down, color bloomed slowly against your green dress, looking far more like mud than blood.

“I am not,” you swore, keeping your voice calm as you refused to stand. “I would never, Laurence. I love you too much to do that to you.”

“You swear it?!” he yelled, slamming his hands down on the tabletop.

“I swear it,” you forced the words out calmly, evenly.

“You may leave to do the shopping. Nothing else. I expect receipts.” Laurence said, standing straight before storming out of the room, yelling over his shoulder. “I’ve got too much work to do to be babysitting you.”

“Of course, Laurence.” you said, a smile, small and peaceful, falling into place.

“I’m going upstairs. Back hurts, going to take my medication and take a bath. Clean this shit up.”

“Yes, Laurence.”

You stood in the bathroom, examining the cut over your collarbone. It had bled for a good while the night before, but you didn’t mind that. If you were honest, you would rather him make you bleed than leave you bruised and broken. Cuts seemed to hurt more in the moment, but their pain failed to linger.

The sun was as bright as your mood. Though your body was sore, you were quick to dress. Thankfully, Laurence had left early in the morning. It was the little joys like the absence of your husband that you clung to. One more step back toward normalcy as summer’s heat began to hit in full swing.

You hummed a tune as you walked across your bedroom, opening the large window behind your bed. It would be good to air out the house while you did your cleaning.

It wasn’t easy to strip the bed with your shoulder aching as it did, but you managed. Two trips downstairs to get the dirty linens and clothes to the back door. You fought the kettle into place on the stove before walking to the sink, turning it on and filling up the small pitcher.

It would take many trips to fill the kettle, but you were sure if you tried to carry it to the stove full, you would drop it. It was better to do a little more work up front than to take a shortcut and make twice the work for yourself.

Once the kettle was full and the fire was on, you set about opening the windows on the main floor, starting first in the living room. It felt like you were letting all the horror of your life air out as the rest of the windows were opened.

While opening the window above your sink, you spotted the long awaited sight of Alastor standing next to his tree. A warm smile spread across your face as you stepped out of your home, your light dress caressing your legs as you met him in the middle of your yard.

“Welcome back,” you whispered as you leaned into him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Thank you,” Alastor chuckled, kissing you softly. “I don’t have long, but I’ll come back tonight when I know he’ll be gone longer, but there was something I wished to discuss with you.”

That same fear you knew welled inside you. This was it, time for the bad news. Alastor changed his mind. He only wanted you part of the time, on the side while he pursued another.

“Stop that.” He tilted your face up so that he could kiss you again.

“Stop what?” you ask as he leaned down, snagging your legs out from under you.

“Stop letting your mind run away with you,” Alastor kissed you as he walked you toward the back porch.

It was hardly more than a landing with a few steps, but it was big enough for a small bench, just big enough for two. Laurence had promised that once the house was updated, he would have the back garden landscaped.

Alastor sat on the bench, legs spread wide as he settled you into his lap. It was risky, out in the open, but you couldn’t make yourself move. One of your neighbors already knew, anyway. Surely the other did as well? Maybe you’d get caught, arrested and at least be freed from your marriage.

“You’re doing it again,” Alastor laughed. “They’re not home.”

“Oh,” you shifted to look at him then, “So I can do this?” You ran your hand up his chest, shamelessly taking in the feeling of his body, toned and firm under the suit he wore.

“You can,” Alastor allowed himself a moment to soak up the attention. You had broken him, made him crave your caress in a way he had never thought possible. He should hate you for it, for how weak it made him. “Remember how you said you’d always love me?”

“Yes?” Your hand stilled as he grabbed it from his chest, resting his cheek in your palm as he fetched something from his pocket with his other hand. “Alastor?”

He kissed the palm of your hand before placing a small glass vial in it. He shifted, lifting you from his lap to sit directly on the bench as he knelt at your feet, still holding your hand in his for a moment longer before he caressed your calfs.

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do to be with me?” he asked as he kissed the inside of your knee, looking up at you. In your heart, you knew what he was asking. You knew what was in your hand, but you couldn’t make yourself believe it.

Alastor was a good man. He couldn’t know about poisons or killing. Surely he couldn’t even think about such things. It wasn’t even something you should know about but… women talk and you heard talk of how some others dispatched thier husbands, being put to death for a crime poorly committed.

“What is it you’re asking of me?” You watched, feeling like you should be in some dark, dingy basement as he kissed the inside of your thigh, fingers running higher under your dress. He had said no one was home, and you’d be able to hear a car on the street, but this did nothing to make his actions any less scandalous.

He kissed higher, fingers catching on the hem of your panties as his eyes never left yours. “Could you do what has to be done for us to be together?” Fingers ran under the band of your panties, a sweet promise in contrast with the words he said. “For you to be free of him?”

“What needs to be done?” you asked, eyes entrapped by his. “What is it we have to do?”

“He won’t let you go,” Alastor said, caressing your hip as he kissed higher along the inside of your thighs, forcing your legs apart with his shoulders. He knew full well what he was doing to you, how he was clouding your mind, but he needed you to remember what it was he was promising. “He won’t let anyone else have you.”

“No,” you gasped as he drew closer, “I’m afraid. He’ll kill me first.”

“He would,” Alastor agreed.

“He would kill you first.”

He was leaning up, face no longer dangerously close to your clothed core, but his torso was so close to you. “He could try,” Alastor chuckled darkly.

“I’m scared,” you whispered and in that moment, you were not sure if you meant of Laurence or of Alastor.

“I can’t protect you if we don’t do this,” he spoke as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your torso forward, pressing his chest into your core. The look in his eyes was so close to fear. What could he fear if he held no fear of your husband?

He feared losing you.

We. He said ‘we’. You would not be doing this alone. He would be with you all the way. It was what had to be done.

“No one will know?” You whispered.

“Just you, me and Mimzy.” Alastor promised.

“How?” You couldn’t believe you were asking it. For Alastor, you would do it. No, that wasn’t quite right. It was for Alastor but it was for you too. Perhaps it was for you more so. It would mean you were free. You would be safe. No one would hurt you again.

“Just a little in his food.” He watched, smile pulling wider as your fingers wrapped around the vial.

“He won’t taste it?” You were startled to feel Alastor’s hand on your thigh again as he seemed to rise higher.

“He won’t,” Alastor promised. “Just a little over weeks.” His face was so close to yours now. And then he was kissing you, lips soft against yours.

“Will it be painful?” you asked.

“No more than the pain he’s caused you.” His hand slipped between your thighs, reaching for your core.

“Alastor?” You sighed into his touch, head rolling back as he kissed your neck. His hand worked its way into your panties, running along your slick folds. It was hard to think already, but his intimate touches made thought near impossible.

“Soon it’ll be over,” Alastor whispered against your bruised neck. You gasped as his finger slipped inside your opening. It felt like it had been a lifetime since you had any part of him inside you. “We’ll be together soon,” Alastor promised.

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him as he worked you to your completion. There was no room for shame or guilt for what you had planned at the moment. All that mattered was the feeling of Alastor in your arms, of him inside you as he worked on your core, spreading you over a second finger.

“Please?” you begged, not sure what it was you were begging for.

“Soon,” Alastor promised, feeling your walls flutter around his fingers. “You’ll be free of him so soon, my love.” He kissed your collarbone, tongue running over the scabbed cut that hadn’t been present the night prior. “So soon now.”

You clenched around him, body curling around him as your core spasmed. Alastor wasted no time, lips crashing into yours as he muffled your moans. There was nothing he wanted more than to hear his name on your lips, but that was too much risk while in the open.

His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting his name to make up for the inability to hear it. He hardly had to ask for you to open to him. Your jaw was slack as you gasped for air, his fingers working to prolong the orgasmic bliss you were floating in.

As you relaxed, the kiss became far more two sided. You kissed him with all the passion you had felt from him. With all of your being, you tried to tell him how you were committed to him, to what had to be done.

“I love you,” you whispered as your lips pulled apart only to have Alastor kiss the words from your lips.

“I love you,” he answered. “I will be back tonight.”

Jazz played, carrying its energetic tune through the lower floor of your home. You trusted Alastor to mind the schedule, the time. He would know how long he could stay and how long it would be until Laurence would be back.

A smile was plastered on your face as you buzzed around the kitchen. There was an energy running through you that you hadn’t felt since you were young, hoping to find love with Laurence.

It was quickly stomped out by the brutal blows of your husband’s fists and his vile, harsh words.

With Alastor, it was different. You knew there was nothing to fear, no harsh words. Only love and soft embraces. There was no fear with him.

It had been years since you had felt eager to cook for anyone. Alastor hadn’t asked for anything special for dinner, but that didn’t stop you from trying. There was no expectation that you made something special and so you simply did the best with what you had, knowing no matter what it was or how good it would turn out, for him it would be special.

Simple pork chops, nothing fancy with rice and vegetables. The portions were small enough that you had to hope Laurence wouldn’t question the use of ingredients. It felt like it wasn’t enough but you had to trust in Alastor’s promise that it was.

The little glass vial sitting on the back of the workspace reminded you that you were trusting him with so much more than just that your dinner was good enough. You were trusting him with your future.

There was a soft tapping at the back door, pulling you from your thoughts as you finished plating the two dishes. You set them out on the small kitchen table before turning to the door as it opened.

“Honey, I’m home!” Alastor’s rich voice called as he stepped inside.

It was a terrible mockery of all that was your life and you couldn’t help but laugh. This was what you wanted out of your life. You wanted that to be how he returned to his home; you standing in his kitchen every day.

For now, all you could do was play pretend. It was little more than a child’s game and yet it meant so much more.

“Welcome home, honey,” you said, stretching your arms up and around his neck as his arms wrapped around your waist. If you couldn’t have it for real, you would indulge in the fantasy for as long as Alastor would play the part.

“It smells divine,” Alastor said, eyes glancing at the table before he looked down at you again, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. “I’m starved.”

“I am too.” You didn’t know if you were more starved for the food, for his attention, or for the life that you could have.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he stepped up behind you, setting the scraped clean dishes in the sink you had been filling with hot water from the kettle. You leaned into him as he kissed your neck, needing to feel him as much as you could before the illusion of the life you could have shattered.

“For so long,” Alastor whispered against your neck, “I hadn’t realized this is what I wanted in my life.”

“You didn’t know?” You chuckled as you turned to face him, resting your hands on his chest.

“I didn’t.” His smile stole your breath. “I’ll wash if you dry and it’ll look like I was never here.”

“You have to go soon?” The thought shattered the illusion of being a happy couple, newlyweds in the same home, just as you knew was bound to happen, eventually.

“For tonight,” Alastor kissed your cheek before shooing you to get a rag to dry with.

He wasted no time at all plunging his hands into the hot water, scrubbing pots and pans as if he caused the mess. It was such a foreign concept to you, to have help with the washing up after a meal.

“This is what it could be like,” Alastor said, glancing at you as he passed off a pan to dry.

“What?”

“What being mine could be like.” Alastor said. “When he’s gone.”

When Laurence was gone. When he was dead. When the two of you had killed him. This is what you could have.

Was it worth committing the one sin you could never repent from? Was Alastor’s love worth killing for?

You looked at him as he washed the last of the cutlery. There was a gentle smile on his face. The surrounding air was calm, peaceful. It was where you belonged.

He was worth it.

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effietrinket1619 · 23 days ago

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On the subject of Jess having a TikTok account dedicated to content produced by dint of her having the weirdest family anyone on the internet has ever seen (this is the true reason they are beating the Waynes for popularity), and Kyle finding that makeup is way more fun than expected:

-Simon being into cars and Hal being into planes. Does this cause conflicts? Who knows but they definitely both have multiple 'infodump about special interest' segments

-Kyle with makeup strikes again, multiple times (they even get John to sit for it, with a face of exasperated indulgence) which then devolves into 'everyone walks in heels challenge' and listen it's been a while since Hal was young enough to steal Carol's shoes for the hell of it but the muscle memory is still there so he's rusty but he's not Guy (cannot go five steps without tripping but he plays it off nicely). This is how everyone learns that Kyle can already walk in heels. He refuses to tell them how or why he knows this.

-also on the Kyle with makeup: does Jess get him into stage makeup and does he then try to make someone look like Kilowog.

-I want Hal to wear a dress at some point (with a good twirly skirt), possibly as another challenge Jess talks everyone into, because I think he'd enjoy it a lot more than he expected to. Guy spends the whole thing exaggeratedly emulating one of the PTA moms he knew back in the day and it's all fun and games until Kyle says 'yknow with dramatics like that you wouldn't be a half bad drag queen' and then Guy gets that specific demonic glint in his eye that means 'I have discovered a new way to cause chaos' and Kyle realizes immediately that he's all but signed himself up as the makeup artist for this. Hal is completely ignoring them in favor of looking at himself in the mirror and twirling in the twirly skirt and periodically hyping Kyle's makeup skills and the shopping skills of whoever picked the dress because "I was honestly expecting a repeat of that time I dressed in drag and sang ABBA at midnight on the tarmac because I lost a bet but you actually made me look nice!"

(Hal will drop anecdotes like that and then never elaborate or bring them up again. He does it specifically to drive Jess insane. She is aware of this.)

-at least one FMK of the Justice League, which about half the actual League watches, chaos ensues as a good quarter of the senior Leaguers pointedly flirt with Hal in Batman's line of sight specifically to make Bruce's eye twitch.

-vlog saga of a trip to an air and space museum, Hal geeks out the whole time, it's adorable.

-one video that's just Jess silently recording the dumpster fire of a trip that is Hal and Guy trying to buy groceries. It is captioned 'this is why John won't let us shop without him'.

-the One Time Jess got John to pop off about architecture

-Simon's litany of extremely helpful car advice.

-Kyle complaining about having art block because he gets so creative when he bitches about it.

-Jess replaces the sugar with salt and half the video is just her fucking booking it away from the rest of the Lanterns.

-yknow those prank videos where one party goes 'I trapped a mouse under the dish I'm too scared to touch it' and it's a computer mouse but you don't find out until the other party has moved it outside? Those fail absolutely in the Lantern house but they fail in such absolutely batshit ways she posts them anyway. Everyone's reactions to 'help there's a mouse/huge bug/etc under it' are just... so fucking weird. Jess tells John there's a big tarantula under that paper cup and he leaves and comes back with a mallet and that's the most normal reaction out of all of them.

-moves all the furniture three inches to the left. Compilation of creative swearing as toes are stubbed.

-rearranges the dishes while everyone's asleep, ensuing '....why are the plates in the bowl cabinet?????' Except Jess obviously can't stop there so one morning everyone wakes up and every cabinet and drawer in their kitchen has been emptied and filled with Legos. John turns the house upside down and he cannot find ANY of their dishes or cooking utensils and the only appliance left is the microwave which has been unplugged and filled with Legos. Kyle, Guy, and Hal immediately sit on the kitchen floor to start playing with the Legos, which is periodically interrupted by John's increasingly furious search for a SINGLE ONE of their dishes or utensils. He'll take finding a single chopstick at this point.

-compilation of having the family try weird foods except all of these people are so used to alien cuisine or the godawful space rations that they just... don't... react... she has Hal eat a carolina reaper the day after he gets back from a several month long mission in space and he's so used to space rations that he's just like 'oh thank god. Flavor.' And that's his only reaction. Like how all food is the best food ever when breakfast was ten hours ago and you've been hiking for eight of them.

-shdhgbsbd Jess does one of those horror movie prank challenges but it's the Lanterns so their reactions are.... not the expected. (Hal wakes up to see some horrific Halloween decoration staring him in the face. He gives it a once over, rolls over, and goes back to sleep).

these are absolutely FRYING me so i'll add on wherever i can

i'd like to make it so clear that jess never, at any given point, actually states the nature of her relationship to these people. they're all from different states, they all have wildly different cultural, religious and employment backgrounds. every time someone's brave enough to ask if [insert lantern] is her partner or parent, jess flat out ignores it and goes on with her day.

there's also the fact that guy and john, who crucially do not have secret identities, appear regularly and seem to live in this house with her? this is equally perplexing as jess apparently just casually knows two whole green lanterns. one person asks if the entire family is made up of green lanterns and jess makes a minute long response video that's just her laughing her ass off. no words at all. that puts the theories to rest for a while.

kyle's dabbled mildly in face painting but make up is a whole different game entirely. there's so much more. like, a lot of creative expression and more products and powders and paints he gets to figure out how to use as well as a whole new array of brushes. he cannot believe it took him this long to try.

john being the next victim is entirely fitting. he's silent and visibly fighting a smile so he looks as stoic as possible while kyle goes to town on him and gives him the cleanest cut crease anyone's ever seen. does this end up boosting john stewarts popularity publicly? yes. jess would tell you she had very little to do with it.

hal and his anecdotes give jess genuine aneurysms. as she films and helps kyle stencil in butterflies over his cheeks and forehead, he drops that he kinda wishes he went all out like this on his wedding day. kyle drops his brush and jess chokes audibly as they talk over each other to ask hal if he's actually married?? hal's response? a grin, a wink and a, "You never asked." horrifying.

kyle does end up getting really good with the state makeup and this spirals into a video where jess walks around looking like she got half of her face torn off (it's surprisingly realistic for makeup) and it scares the shit out of simon and guy.

the way hal is able to sashay in a dress and high heels has everyone deeply suspicious. jess also feels like john in particular is hiding something from them as they watch hal check himself out in a full length mirror. keli's, hidden behind the camera, is the one who asks hal if he's done this before. hal shrugs and says his airforce days were kinda wild. this will be keeping jess and her audience up at night.

anyway, john rocks an evening gown, guy is absolutely thrilled in a vintage, tea length dress that's very reminiscent of the forties housewife style, kyle gets a nice sundress with sunflowers printed all over it and simon has found a wedding dress (no one knows where he got it) and is twirling around in it. truly the video ever. jess has them do a whole catwalk and everything and hal in his heels and makeup really does steal the show.

no one knowing hal is a green lantern makes the FMK so much funnier. when asked for a reason as to why he'd kill batman in literally every single one of these, he has to come up with an answer that doesn't give away his history with bruce. what does he come up with instead? the first and only time he went to gotham, batman knocked his hotdog out of his hands and hal never went back. this gets #justiceforhaljordan and #batmanvshaljordan trending for a week straight. bruce is livid.

hal and guy at the supermarket goes viral because they get into an argument over the flavour of yoghurt keli likes best. it's banana vs chocolate when jess knows keli likes neither of these flavours. she says nothing. the argument lasts for thirty minutes and they end up not buying any yoghurt at all. hal and guy go to the next aisle over and start bickering again over chip flavours. jess's sigh rattles through her very bones.

jess purposefully strides up to simon and tells him that hal's considering getting a cybertruck (he isn't) and the audience gets to see simon's face go from shock to horror to disgust to pure and unadulterated rage. he then storms into hal's room (jess is still filming) and goes on this massive and impassioned rant about why cybertrucks are the single worst investment he could make and if hal bought one, simon would be ripping it apart immediately. hal is. so confused.

john is tipsy when jess brings up architecture and then everyone present, audience included, get an extended house tour where he proudly and deliberately points out every single design feature he included and the reasons for it (ofc john designed the house they're in, what the hell did you expect from me?). it's sweet, it's impassioned and it's clear it was all a labour of love.

the salt prank gets jo first. the others are either too exhausted or jaded to even really notice when they starts stirring salt into their coffee. but jo? she dumps a whole two teaspoons in and jess manages to keep a straight face until jo literally chokes on it and nearly starts drowning right then and there as tea goes everywhere. jess barely makes it out of there with her life preserved.

the mouse prank? yeah hal produces a fuckoff huge flamethrower from nowhere and jess is forced to reveal the prank before he actually burns the house down. jess takes her eyes off kyle for about five minutes and he's already rigged a very elaborate trap that absolutely will not work. jo takes one look at upturned dish and grabs a machete. about a billion viewers fall in love with her almost immediately. guy goes and finds a mouse cage so he can keep it and is devastated to see that it's a computer mouse. jess almost feels bad for him.

keli gets to participate in moving all of the furniture. kyle, eternally stuck in his own head, stubs his toes a million times and looks like he's on the verge of tears by the time he manages to navigate his way into his own room. when the door slams shut, jess and keli do hear another muffled yelp and they consider this a job well done. john eventually asks them to please move the furniture back before guy trips and gives himself more brain damage.

where did jess put the utensils and plates? she's not saying shit. but she does keep coming out with a bowl full of food and it's driving john genuinely nuts as he tries to figure out where the hell she's keeping this stuff. hal, kyle, guy and simon are entirely useless. they've been useless since the legos came out. jo absolutely knows something john doesn't and keli is thrilled that they get to have takeout the entire day. john is rethinking every decision that got him here as he combs through the house for the umpteenth time.

a lot of people find it incredibly attractive that hal, one of two white men in this fuckass family, can handle the heat of a carolina reaper. hal, of course, has been aided by oliver queen's chili recipe which he's consumed over the course of years. most of them have a pretty decent spice tolerance actually, so the challenge is less them feeling pain and more them being relieved that they're back on earth and they can actually eat food with flavour.

as a side note, i wanna make it so clear that the reason hal gets popular originally is because he's hot but after that point? he's just so fucking weird but also kind??? like he's possibly the weirdest guy anyone's ever seen cos he'll read hate comments and huff and go, "I watched my dad burn to death in front of me so this is not my biggest problem right now" and then never elaborate?? an enigma. he is also super cute when he geeks out. that helps.

hal's best friend is kilowog so there's virtually nothing that actually shakes him. jess positions a skeleton on the ceiling over hal's bed (supernatural style) and he doesn't even blink at it when he wakes up. no one does. not even with those enormous spiders that jump off the wall. jess's little pranks here are less about the comedy of her family getting scared and more about just showcasing how fucking weird they all are. it's infuriating and incredibly endearing all at once.

anyway this is so fun thank you for the ask <3

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perfectly-imperfect82 · 1 year ago

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Is that a kid?- Shit

Arsenal was in the meal room, eating lunch. Caitlin has both of your plates as you carried your juice.

"Need help?" Caitlin asked, watching you concentrate as you walked with your juice. Watching you stop and slowly shake you head no, causing Caitlin to take a seat with your guys plates and watch you move slowly

"Does she need help?" Beth asked watching your slow steps as you stuck your tongue out in concentration

"No, she wants to carry it herself" Caitlin said

The next moment, they watched as you tripped over feet, falling on your stomach and dropping your cup of juice

"Shit" you said as you laid on your stomach, juice all on the floor in front of you.

All the girls looking at you in shock, not even acknowledging the mess in front of you. Everyone stop talking and looked at each other to make sure what they heard wasn't their imagination

"Did she.." Beth started with a smile.

"Yes" Viv said

"It's okay sweetheart" Katie said rushing to you and scooping you up in her arms you.

"My juice" you said staring sadly at floor as Katie shared a huge grin with Caitlin who was wearing a matching one.

"Let's go get something to clean this up with and then we with go get more" Katie said causing to nod in agreement before Katie walked away with you

"She spoke!" Kyra yelled excitedly, no one bothering to tell her not to

"Her voice, it's so adorable" Alessia cooed

"Her first words with us" Caitlin said with a smile as Steph wrapped an arm around Caitlin who couldn't stop smiling.

"And it was a cuss word" Leah said with a laugh.

"I told you guys she would repeat the cuss words said around her" Caitlin said with an eye roll.

"We are bringing back the cuss word jar." Kim said causing several people to groan.

"We can't have a toddler repeating our cuss words" Lia stated, agreeing with Kim.

"The money will go buying the kid a gift" Leah said, "that does not mean cuss so that the jar gets filled" she continued in her captain's voice.

"Thank you" Caitlin said.

"That's fine, we just buy her gifts because we want to" Jen said as Steph agreed

Katie came back with you with paper towels, cleaning up the juice as you "helped"

"All clean" Katie said giving you a high five

"Juice now?" you asked quietly, looking around at all the adults in hope someone would help you.

"Yes, let's go get some juice" Kyra said holding her hand out to you as you grabbed it, "I'll join you guys" Alessia said holding out her hand for you to also take.

Everyone watching as the two older girls walked away with you, swinging you as they walked with you.

"She's speaking!" Katie said excitedly, taking a seat next to Caitlin. "Her voice is so soft and adorable" Katie continued, gushing over you voice

"The cuss word sounded so innocent from her" Viv said causing Katie eyes to widen for a second

"Yes, she learned that from you" Caitlin said as walked up to up to her, Kyra holding your drink.

Caitlin looks to holding your arms up to her. Katie taking your drinking as Caitlin then picked you up and placed you on her lap.

"Thanks Kyra" Caitlin as Kyra ruffled your hair before siting down

Once you were comfortable, you held out your hands for your drink as Katie handed you back you drink. Receiving a smile from you before you took a drink from your drink and began listening to the adults in the room as they talked and ate. You happily drinking your juice.

"Love you, darling" Caitlin said quietly as she kissed your head, still feeling a little emotional from hearing you talk.

"Love you" you said looking up to her before turning back to your juice, missing the way Caitlin's eyes teared up she held you a little close to her.

Katie watching with a soft smile, wrapping her arm around Caitlin and placing a kiss to her temple

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cristaq · 6 months ago

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This is for us male readers! There is simply not enough content for us sometimes. So, best "mates" MReader x Captain John Soap Mactavish! Boys will be boys. (First time writing for reader so yeah, I might expand this one. I just love the man!)

You knock on the Captain’s door a bit too fast. A loud and stern “Come in!” can be heard so you enter the room. Soap is drowned in thought, resting his elbows on the hardwood desk, head bent over recon reports of future assignments. He raises his gaze and his features soften, infinitesimally so, when he lays his eyes on you.

“Soap…” Your voice trails off, letting the ellipsis buy you some time. “You haven’t joined cards tonight. Or lunch. Or dinner”

Soap scoffs and runs a hand through his hair. “I really wish I had time for that mate.” He shifts around some papers to showcase that. “Go on and have fun. I will be stuck here for a while.” You take a step closer and he raises his hand to stop you. “I mean it, Y/N.” He crunches his nose. Years of service together and he still has the same tell.

You nod, head for the exit but you spot Soap’s surprised expression when you comply. You spent a lot of time working together and only recently did Soap become your superior. Naturally you have issues with his authority. He is one of your best mates and who takes orders from their best mate? (At least outside of combat. During a firefight you have nothing but respect for the man.)

5 minutes later the door swings open and you struggle to carry two cups of coffee and some pastries left from dinner on a plate. You place them on the desk.

“Boss me around again like that and I’ll fuck you up.” You pull a chair next to him. “Do you want to die of starvation or in some cool way like getting blown up?” Oddly specific. “Eat.”

Soap smiles and picks up one of the pastries. It almost resembles a croissant. “Always with the attitude you bawbag.” He takes a big bite out of it.

“Your mom seems to love it!” You pick up one of the dossiers and fling it open, cup of coffee in your other hand. ‘Your mom’ jokes and mature men go hand in hand. Of course Soap’s response is a shove that almost knocks you over.

“Watch it!” Soap says, but there is no ill intent behind his words. His smile almost distracts you from the dark crescent moons below his eyes.

Your playful shoves turns into a bit of a wrestling match as you try to pin each other down. Your heart rate increases just by looking at him. You know how much he is hurting these days and you want nothing but to hug him and never let go. Tell him all the ways you love him, all the ways he drives you mad, kiss the scar running over his eye that looks like the last moments of an angry dying star.

He does pin you down on the floor at some point, not that you were putting much resistance and your stomach aches from laughter. Soap looks straight into your eyes, catching his own breath from laughter, squeezing your muscular arms which makes you feel like throwing up. There is a flash of sadness in his eyes though.

“What is going on with you? You’ve never hid things like this from me.” There is a tight knot in your throat but words manage to slip through.

Soap’s expression changes and he lets himself fall on the floor on his back next to you. “Maybe because I’ve never felt things like these before.” He focuses on a random point on the ceiling.

“I want nothing else than to support you.” You take a deep breath trying to calm your bottled up emotions. “Tell me how.”

You see him opening his mouth to speak but no sounds come out. You’ve never seen him speechless. He is a man with a lot to say and tell. Eventually though he manages to sort his thoughts. “Sometimes it all gets too much. Too much pressure. I feel like fucking drowning sometimes. I don’t know if I am ready to take over everything Price built.”

Here goes nothing. You search for his hand and squeeze it tight as he speaks and he doesn’t flinch. Both of you keep staring at the ceiling.

“Nobody is asking you to be Price. I think you are one of the most capable men I have ever met. Tough but fair, sharp, smart, loyal, well trained…” You turn your head to face him. “... and a good fucking friend. You are ready for this and I will be here every step of the way.”

You wait for his response and he finally turns his head to you. A light squeeze reminds you that you are still holding his hand.

“That was some sappy shite.” he says with a smile.

You snicker at his comment. “Don’t get used to it. You know I love you mate.” You thought about using his name, but you settled for ‘mate’. It’s nothing you haven’t said before. “You looked like you needed it. Now how about you stop feeling sorry for yourself and we eat…”

You end up eating your own words as Soap’s mouth clashes with yours as he fully turns his body towards you. He doesn’t let go of your hand but he places his free one on your cheek. It happens almost too fast for you to register what is going on. He backs away just as fast, terror on his face, searching your eyes for a sign.

“Tell me I read this wrong.”

There is only one suitable response to that, after years of pinning. You kiss him back. Angry at him for not saying anything these years. Angry at yourself for not doing it either. Angry at the world and man for inventing war. So you kiss him pouring all these thoughts and emotions onto him. He accepts it all immediately, pulling you closer. It all feels like a dream really. His calloused hands wrap your hips, his tongue parts your lips while your hands rush to cradle his face and touch him in ways you’ve only dreamed of.

He eventually gets back on his feet in a swift motion, extending his arm to help you get up. You grab his arm and as you get up he cradles your face and he brings your foreheads together in a desperate motion.

“I…” He mouths some words but then again no sounds seem to come out.

“All that talk about women and girlfriends…”

He scoffs. “You had to lie at some point about that too. Couldn’t raise suspicions.”

“I knew you were lying. I just thought you couldn’t get any woman to like you.”

He smiles and starts caressing your cheek. “Not interested in them anyway.” He steals another kiss from you. “You have no idea how glad I am that… There is no one this close to me I just…” His ramblings are cute, you think. “God I am shit at this…”

“Then why did I understand everything?”

Your mouths clash again with passion and fury. He can be a bit rough around the edges but so can you. That’s why you two always worked.

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woso-dreamzzz · 1 year ago

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Christmas

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: It's Christmas

Christmas in your house is a fun mish-mash of Momma and Morsa's childhoods.

In the days leading up to it, you sit at the dining room table with Momma, who helps you make Julehjerter (Christmas hearts) and Julestjerner (Christmas stars) to put on the tree.

It gets a little tricky sometimes with all of the folding but once they're done, Momma gives you big kisses and helps you put them up on the tree.

Decorating the tree is usually left up to Momma and she keeps the colours fairly traditional with reds, golds and greens but this year you manage to convince her to extend it to white and silver when you come back from Coach Emma's office with a little Julestjerner made out of silver wrapping paper because that's all she had.

But your absolute most favourite part is lighting all of the Christmas candles on the days running up to Christmas. Momma lets you hold the long match she buys carefully and guides you to catching the candle wicks on fire.

She and Morsa take you out to see the big lights in town and they bundle you up nice and warm and Morsa even gets you a proper hot chocolate made with milk while you're out.

Your Christmas is a little different from other people's Christmas in England because they wait until Christmas Day to open presents while you only have to wait until it gets dark on Christmas Eve.

You help Morsa make a julbord as you wait for everybody else to arrive.

Not many people have gone back to Sweden to celebrate this year so they're all coming over to your house to celebrate.

"Wash your hands, princesse," Momma says from where she's finishing wrapping everybody else's presents. She's not allowed to help cook because Morsa says she might muck something up so she's been put on wrapping duty.

You help Morsa season the ribs and make the special Christmas ham look nice on the plate before you dutifully go to put it on the table. She makes her special pickled herring too (you never get to eat it unless it's during Christmas) and she lets you sneak one of the spicy sausages early.

The doorbell rings as she takes the potatoes out of the oven and you eagerly try to peek out the front window.

"It's Auntie Stina!" You announce, bouncing on your feet as you wait for Momma to heave herself up from the sofa to open the door.

"Hey!" Aunt Stina says as you crash into her, smiling. "You should leave the door open," She says to your Momma as she picks you up," I saw Zećira and Johanna trying to find a parking space."

She takes you back inside with her and takes a deep inhale through her nose. "Smells good. Pernille didn't make any of this, did she?"

"No," You say," Morsa's in charge. She's the cooking boss! I helped!"

"Did you?" Stina asks," Well, I'll make sure to enjoy everything." She passes you the bag she's been carrying. "Can you put these under the tree?"

Zećira and Johanna arrive soon after, followed closely by Auntie Lina. They each give you presents to put under the tree and Morsa makes you give them all drinks before you can fill your plate with what's on the julbord.

You do a happy little wiggle as you finally tuck in. The adults are all sitting on the furniture but you're happy on the floor, legs crossed and back pressed up against Morsa's feet.

There's a Christmas movie on to keep you occupied as the adults talk around you and you gorge yourself on second and third helpings.

"Is the sun down yet?" You ask, knowing that as soon as it properly sets, you can open your presents.

"Not just yet, princesse," Momma says fondly, handing you the bottle of fancy adult drink that you're not allowed to have," Still a few more hours. Can you fill up Johanna and Lina's cups for me?"

You move over to do as you're told and are immediately tugged into Auntie Lina's lap and tickled savagely by Johanna now that you're trapped.

You nearly spill the bottle as they jostle you but keep a firm hold on it just as Morsa announces that it's time for dessert and your captors release you to eat more.

You're semi-distracted through dessert, tracking the sun as it begins its slow descent.

"Sun's gone!" You report from your spot by the front windows. You look at Momma. "Presents now?"

She pretends to think for a moment before nodding. "Go and hand out everybody's presents," She says," And then you can open your own."

You speed around the tree to make little piles for everybody before settling between Momma and Morsa to open your gifts.

A lot of them are books you read at bedtime or new games and toys. There's a set of paints from Momma and Morsa after you came out of Coach Emma's office one day having spent the whole day painting a picture of the two of them with you at the park (complete with Morsa wearing her Not-Wolfsburg shirt and Momma wearing her Wolfsburg one).

Johanna gifts you a new torch for your room that you can put special things over to make shapes of dinosaurs with the light on the wall. Stina gets you glow-in-the-dark stars to stick on your ceiling and Lina gets you a new ball.

"Gloves!" You exclaim," Thank you, Zećira!" You shove your new keeper gloves onto your hands and clap a few times, turning your beaming smile to look at Momma and Morsa. "New keeper gloves!"

"Thank Zećira properly," Momma reminds you and you give Zećira a big hug and a kiss.

Everyone stays for a few hours after presents have been opened and you get to go to sleep in the Big Bed because Christmas day is tomorrow and Morsa's feeling more lenient.

Christmas Day isn't as exciting as Christmas Eve but it means you get to karrysild on rye bread and æbleflæsk (one of the few things Momma can make) and then play with your new gifts before Momma and Morsa bundle you up nice and warm for your little walk in the park.

"Alright," Momma says in the backyard with you," Do you remember what Zećira told you?"

You nod. "Doesn't matter if it goes in, just as long as I try."

"And?"

"And to roll if it hits me because of the force."

"Good. Okay, ready?"

You nod, excitedly bouncing on your feet as Momma readies her shot.

"Ready!"

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

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simdertalia · 8 months ago

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🥛☕️ ACNH The Roost Set ☕️🥛

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webslingingslasher · 1 year ago

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how would telling nerdy!peter you’re pregnant go

i feel like he would know before you do. *cleaning out my inbox*

peter's ears are ringing when you enter the kitchen. a paper bag is tucked into your arm while you juggle a water bottle and car keys. something about you has the hair raising on the back of his neck.

'are you okay?'

you blink up at him, you glance down to the groceries, nothing spilled. 'i'm okay, are you okay?'

peter pushes past that, it doesn't feel right. there's something he can't sense out and it wasn't there this morning. 'no, seriously, are you okay? do you feel okay?'

your eyebrows furrow as you set everything down. 'yeah, why?' peter watches you closely, his eyes trailing after you as you moved around the kitchen. 'i don't know. something feels off, are you sure you're okay?'

you laugh with your head in the fridge, it's cute when he's worrisome. 'i promise i'm fine!'

peter lays off, but something is different about you and he can't place it.

---

peter swears something is wrong, he's had an odd buzzing feeling that keeps him tethered to your side and reaching out every thirty minutes when you're not around him.

you kept telling him you were fine and peter thought it would even out eventually but it's been two weeks and it's gotten worse. it's gotten so bad he doesn't want you leaving his sight.

like this morning, you gagged around your toothbrush and scraped your tongue clean with your teeth, your face went sour as you looked at peter.

'that tastes rotten.' the toothpaste went bad. you have no idea how, or if it's possible, but your mouth tasted like you just gargled with orange juice and made out with a mint.

peter tried it out for himself and told you it was how it's always been, but you made him promise he'd buy a new tube anyway. he agreed but had something tugging at his stomach, this wasn't normal.

the final straw was a few days later and you approached him with your head in your hands and a wince. peter almost jumped up from the couch, his movements panicked but touch soft as he cradled your face.

'talk to me, what's wrong?'

you suck in a deep breath, it makes your pain amplify. for the first time ever, a headache as you wanting to faint into peter's chest. 'sweetheart?'

your voice cracks, it's never been this bad before in your life. 'my head really hurts, petey.' it's all you needed to say, peter kissed your forehead and started nudging you towards the bedroom.

'go lay down, i'm going to get you some advil, alright?' you nod, it's weak, it feels like your head is a thousand pounds. you feel useless while you sink into the mattress, the first thing peter does is rip the curtains closed, it's almost pitch black and you've never been more grateful.

'pills.' they're deposited into your hand. 'water.' you take a small sip, peter tilts the cup back up when you lower it, you take a larger gulp. 'down.' you follow his direction and melt into your pillow.

'close your eyes.' you do. peter presses a kiss to your forehead, another on your cheek. 'i want you to take a nap.' you can't bring yourself to open your eyes and instead pat his hand instead as a response.

peter thinks you're asleep before he's out of the room.

you think you've been down between two and three hours and you could use another four. the past week you've been as good as dead, work must have exhausted you. it would explain the sudden sore feet and urge to constantly nap.

but more than sleep is the deep pit of hunger you have. peter's cooking dinner and it woke you from a good slumber. you doubled up on lunch today and you're thinking of doing the same with dinner.

as you roll out of bed you're happy to report there's no more migraine. you repeat this to peter the second he asks how you're feeling as he's plating your dinner. 'good.'

you lick your lips at the ceramic peter sets in front of you, he sits next to you and as you grab your fork, he stops you. for a moment you think about crying.

'i need to talk to you, we need to talk.'

every bit of you shrivels up. you think you might actually start crying. 'okay.' it's as timid as you feel, peter's eyes soften immediately, he's not mad, he's just serious.

'i'm talking to you as your husband right now, not your friend. i know you feel fine, you've been telling me that for three weeks. i don't feel fine. i'm anxious over you and it's starting to tear me apart. i need you to go to the doctor's, i need them to tell me you're okay.'

you feel your heart crumble a little, you never meant to make him so upset. 'peter, i know you're worried but i promise i'm okay.' peter really doesn't want to scare you but he's unsure of how to get you to listen.

'it feels like there's something wrong with you, alright? something i can't see or diagnosis. so i need you to go to a doctor, okay?'

you've never seen peter so freaked out and his sixth sense has you a little scared because if he can sense things before you can but he can't place it, that means it has to be bad.

you nod fast, you'll do anything to bring him a peace of mind. 'okay. i'll make an appointment and you can come with me. then we can squash this together, right?'

he hates to admit it, but peter doesn't feel any better when you agree. he's going to be biting his nails and pulling his hair until you're sitting in the doctor's office with a green screen and a thumbs up.

----

'they're making me pee in a cup, peter.'

'that's normal. they're screening you.'

'because of you! they asked why i wanted an appointment and i had to tell them 'my husband has a bad feeling.' i've never pissed in a cup before and now they probably think you're poisoning me.'

'something's poisoning you.' you rest your hand on his arm, you've never seen peter so worked up. 'is it really that bad?' it has to be, the week before your appointment he refused to let you out of his sight. he wouldn't tell you anything beyond a tugging feeling in his gut.

and if you're being honest, you're not complaining. because there's something about peter that's had you clinging to him and begging for him at every waking moment because everytime he touches you, there's a whole new wave of sensation and pleasure that wasn't there before.

'i haven't slept the last three nights because i'm scared i'll wake up but you won't.'

'oh, petey. i promise i'm okay. there's been nothing wrong beyond that one headache, i promise. but look, we're at the doctors and i'll get a clean bill of health and we can have a nap when we get home?'

he doesn't seem satisfied with the answer. 'okay.' it makes you anxiously chew on your bottom lip, you're not peter, but you've known him long enough that this isn't normal. it makes your heart hurt because he's been in a panic for over a month now and you keep shrugging him off.

'i'm sorry i didn't take you seriously, peter. i'm sorry i made it get to this point, i promise you in the future i won't wait so long.' except peter doesn't know if you waited too long and there won't be a next time.

'i'm gonna go pee in this and then i'll be the next one up.'

if you thought peter was nervous before, he's now one breath away from a panic attack, shaking his knee and chewing on his thumbnail before you're back to sitting with him and then bouncing up to tug you with him the second your name is called.

----

even your doctor was slightly puzzled at your claim. you'd answered normally to every question. no sudden changes, no balance issues, no blurry vision, no stomach pains, nothing.

'sexually active?'

'yes.'

'are you using protection?'

'no. we stopped a little over a year ago.'

'date of your last period?'

you look at peter for help, he shrugs, you think back. 'i haven't gotten it this month yet. so i think last month?' she scribbles quickly, then double checks.

'headaches?' you shake your head, your husband clears his throat. you want to roll your eyes, instead you remind yourself this is for peter's sanity.

'i had one last week. that's it.'

'breast tenderness?' you cup them, nothing. 'no.'

'you did a urine sample at check in?'

'yes.'

her small chair spins when she stands, 'let me check on it. i'll be right back.' peter opens his mouth the second the door shuts behind her.

'i don't care what you say, if it comes back clean, we're getting a second opinion.' then, 'actually, i'm going to insist on a blood test.'

'peter,' he holds up his hand. 'i'm serious. there are things that your pee won't tell them, there are so many things that could be floating around your bloodstream.'

you're doing this for him. you're doing this for his peace of mind. you need to keep telling yourself that this isn't peter, this isn't normal. you trust him more than anything and if he's saying something is wrong, something's wrong.

'okay. we'll get a second opinion, or a specialist, or a blood test, or whatever you need me to do.'

that's all you needed to say, he finally somewhat relaxes, but stiffens right back up at a knock on the door. you lightly kick your feet on the bench and smile politely when the doctor reenters. there's a nod at your smile, you stop your movements, it feels serious.

this time, she doesn't sit down. this time, she has a file in her hold and only looks at you. 'so, i have your results here, but before i continue, would you like your husband to be in the room with you?'

your heart sinks and your face drops, they found something. peter was right. something was wrong. but how did you not know? how did you feel totally fine? if anything you kept telling him that you've never felt better and you've never been so energetic.

you reach for peter without thinking, he squeezes your hand tighter than you are. 'yes. i need him here.' when peter's standing next to you, the doctor looks at both of you and clears her throat.

'you're pregnant. i'd say somewhere from four to six weeks estimated by your last period date.'

you don't say a word, neither does peter.

'i'll give you two a moment alone and come back in... lets say ten minutes? then we can talk about your options moving forward.'

silence. you don't move a muscle. the door is shut and you're staring at empty space, you can hear the clock ticking on the wall behind you, peter's chest brushes your back.

'baby?'

'yeah?'

'did you hear what she said?'

'yeah.'

your eyes close at a soft kiss to your head. 'are we happy?' your heart clenches, your hand rests over your stomach and your mind starts to catch up.

'pregnant.' it's all that will come out. peter gives you another kiss, it's just as delicate as the first one. 'you are.' your hand washes over your tummy, you don't feel pregnant.

'you did this to me.' peter nudges your hand away and moves his own in the same circle, you think he's looking for the same thing. 'a little bit.' he's holding back any excitement until you make a call but you see the way his eyes are shining.

you exhale until your stomach puffs out, it's a mimic for what's to come. 'you're gonna make me look like this.' peter smiles, he likes what he's hearing.

'so are we happy?'

pregnant. pregnant. you're pregnant. you have a baby in your stomach. you have peter's baby in your stomach. you're pregnant.

you're pregnant and you're so damn happy.

in a second you're tugging at peter for a crushing hug. 'we're pregnant. we're gonna have a baby and we are so fucking happy.' you didn't think it was possible. peter's kissing where he can reach, you pull back to look at him, both of you teary eyed.

it'd been a year and you thought kids weren't in the cards. you weren't actively trying but you both agreed to stop preventing too. and each month when you got your period, you didn't mind, you loved peter and if it was just you and him for the rest of your lives you'd be more than okay with that.

but this? having a baby with the person you love most in the world? it's a token of your love, something that would be both him and you forever.

'i really hope they have your eyes.' peter shakes his head, 'no way. for their sake, i hope they get all your genes.' you feel your lower lip tremble, there's finally an explanation for all the tears you've shed over the past week.

it didn't even have to be sad. everything was accompanied by tears and this is no exception. peter doesn't care, hormonal or not, tears are tears and he's causing them. 'what did i do?' his thumbs brush under your eyes, on guard for any wetness that dare pass them.

your voice is watery when you answer, you know it's silly but holy shit, this feels serious and you'll die on this hill for whatever reason. 'i really want...' you blink, big drops are caught in a second.

'i really want them to have your eyes and you don't want that.' peter moves fast and you exhale a shaky sob into his chest. peter is in the process of damage control recon.

'i was making a joke, honey. a really bad, terrible joke. i'm so so glad you want them to have my eyes, i'm super honored, sweetheart. of course i'd love it if they did.'

you sniff into his shirt, 'do you mean it?' there's a sprinkling of kisses over your hairline. 'of course. you want our baby to look like me, how could i be offended?'

it's enough to have you relaxing, you wipe your own eyes clear before clearing your throat and scooting away from peter. 'i'm sorry, i don't know why that was so important to me. i think you'll have to deal with this a lot.' you feel shy, all of a sudden you think you're asking for too much.

'i'm gonna be so annoying peter. i'm gonna cry and puke and hate things one second and love them the next, i'll get grouchy and miserable and sore and by the time i go to pop this kid out you'll hate me.'

'hey, shhh, you're doing that thing where you think too far ahead. one problem at a time, right? crying isn't an issue, we've been together long enough i know how to navigate that. puke? um, babe, i hate to remind you, but this little gold band on my finger tells me in sickness and in health.'

you feel your pout slowly lift up, he always has an answer.

'as long as it's not me you're hating, i'll manage. i've dealt with your grouchy mornings for years, and i still look forward to every one. if you're miserable and sore, i'll give you a massage. and by the time you pop that kid out, i'll be so damn excited to have them meet my favorite person ever. my wife.'

peter releases a quick breath. 'how'd i do?' you chose the right person to do this with. you really did.

'i'm so excited to do this with you.' your husband beams, he made you feel better, you're worrying over nothing. peter has this handled.

'i am too. we need to get you some vitamins and i should start emptying out the second bedroom. we should also look into some books and maybe some classes, may said my mom took lamaze classes and it saved her during labor.'

'and a doctor! we need to schedule with your OBGYN, and i need to clean out the fridge. i don't think you can eat deli meat, maybe i'll start looking at some-'

'peter, we're having a baby.'

it stops him from his tirade, he hasn't been able to stop smiling. 'we are.'

'and you were right, something was wrong! you're like one of those cancer sniffer-outer- dogs.' peter tilts his hand back and forth. 'i mean, that's not cancer,' a point to your soon-to-be bump. 'and i'm not a dog, but i know when something isn't normal.'

'do you think you sniffed it out the second you knocked me up?' peter holds a straight face, you bite back a grin and whisper out to him.

'peter?'

'yeah?' he's just as quiet.

'we're having a baby.'

peter can't stop his coos, your face cradled in his hands while he presses tiny kisses over your cheeks. you don't feel as robbed from a home test, you always figured you'd have the moment where you're in the bathroom with shaky hands but instead you're in a doctor's office and you realize the setting doesn't matter, it's the person you're doing it with.

the celebration halts when there's another knock on the door, when the doctor sees the blinding smile on both your faces she shares her own. 'i assume this is good news then?'

you both answer at the same time. 'really good.'

she looks even happier and gently bows before taking a seat and grabbing a few squirts of hand sanitizer. 'then let me be the first to congratulate the both of you.' you both say thank you and your heart elevates ten levels when she addresses you as what you're about to be.

'so, mom, i assume you have an OB established?'

mom. mom. mom. you're going to be a mom. your head spaces while you nod, your doctor seems relieved at the answer. 'great. i want you to reach out and schedule an appointment, they'll be able to tell you a little bit more about what to expect and the next steps. depending on how far along you are, you and dad might be able to hear some heart tones. in the meantime, i recommend you get on some prenatals and limit your caffeine intake.'

mom and dad. you think you like the sound of it.

'any questions?' peter looks at you, then the wall. he's got one but he's scared to ask, your doctor senses this. 'dad? the floor is open to you, too.' you fawn at his pink cheeks, he loves the new name like you do.

'um, are there... limitations on what she can do? physically?'

a small grin, she knows what he's asking. 'honestly, mom should keep doing her day to day like normal, things will start to get hard when she gets bigger. if you're asking if there's any limitations on sex, no, it's just all based on mom's comfort.'

'mom's been very comfortable.' you speak from the corner of your mouth but she hears you and she's got a gleam in her eye. 'those extra hormones can be fun. any more questions?'

you're sure you'll have a thousand but right now all you want to do is lay in peter's arms and talk about who your baby will eventually be. you shake your head, peter says no for the both of you.

your doctor stands and warmly grabs your hand, then peter's and smiles once more. 'again, i congratulate you both. you're in for some of the best times in your life, and some of the hardest, but i promise you, that smile on your baby's face at six in the morning while you're exhausted will make it all seem worth it.'

carrying peter's child already makes it all worth it. he would've been as happy and content as you would've without kids, but you know how much he's always wanted them and this feels like the most ultimate act of love you could give him.

'thank you. we're really excited.' because you are. you both are.

---

the second peter opens the car door for you, you squeal and hold him close to you. 'you're gonna be a frickin dad. that's so hot.' you giggle at tender pokes at your side. 'you said the same thing when i proposed.'

'commitment makes you sexy, parker.'

'ditto, mrs. parker.'

#nerdy!peter

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hannahssimblr · 2 months ago

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“Entschuldigung!” She’s waving at me. I pretend not to see her. Go to the toilets in the staff closet to scroll on my phone. The café is churning that Saturday. A queue outside the door, towers of dirty plates piling in the kitchen sink, pastry flakes and puddles of coffee all over the tables, which everyone is taking issue with. All the baguettes are gone, which pisses everyone off. “No,” I keep telling the customers in my still rudimentary German. “They were sold out by ten this morning.”

“How can they be sold?” They’ll say, and I’ll be kind of startled by that, how hauntingly dimwitted grown adults can be. Hoping it’s an act—feigned outrage over bread, a performance to bully me into a miracle. The alternative is scarier.

But I’ll reply to them in a measured voice. “People buy them, and they sell out,” staring blankly into their faces until they walk out muttering. They hate that, the long, condemning silences. It reminds them of their powerlessness. We’re all powerless. I realise that now. It is the degree that varies, the when and where. In the cafe, I have power over the quality of the coffees. The little roll of paper inside the receipt machine. The cleanliness of the floor, the tables, the toilets. Most else, I hold none at all. That’s the issue today, with the woman waving at me. I can’t control how much time the croissants need to bake. They take twenty minutes, and she wants to argue with me about the physics of the oven.

“A customer is asking for you,” Sandra, pounding on the cubicle door. “On table six.”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for her to leave.”

“No. Get out,” she rattles the door. Sandra is like this every shift. She has no respect for my privacy, and truly, in her heart, believes she’s better than me in every possible capacity. I loathe that. She’s not my manager, she just wishes she was, but we all wear the same shitty apron. Yes, I’m bad at my job, like catastrophically bad, but most of that comes down to effort. I’d rather die than try hard at this, like Sandra. Caring about being a waiter would sink me into a catatonic depression.

A mark on my knuckle. A scab, surrounded by shiny pink skin, cracked and hardened. Last week, I burned it on a grill. Not on purpose. Sandra acted like I did. Sneering at me and everything, because the chef bandaged up my hand and made me go home. “This is just what you wanted. I hope you’re happy,” she said. When I was outside and knew she couldn’t hear me, I called her an insulting name under my breath. Felt brief vindication, defiance, then very sad and pathetic. This is the new rhythm of my life.

“Jude, I will report you for this.”

I stuff my phone in my pocket and yank the door. She’s standing there with her arms crossed. “Excuse me, please,” I say.

She looks up at me, face all twisted and incredulous.

“You’re blocking my way out of the toilet, Sandra.” She moves, and then I’m pushing back into the café. A wall of noise and activity, of clattering ceramic and the scrape of cutlery. Thud and swish of the door. Steamer hissing, milk jug banging on the counter. Ears ringing with the chaos. “Entschuldigung!” That woman.

“Yes, madam.”

“I have been asking for you repeatedly.”

“What is it?”

“Well, as you can see, I am still waiting for my croissant.”

Checking the clock above the kitchen door, turning back to her. “It’s been ten minutes since you ordered.”

“Yes?”

“And the croissants take twenty. We spoke about this already.”

Trembling hands, palms upward and signaling to me her coffee cup, empty, a brown circle around the rim. “As you can see, I have finished my coffee.”

Wondering if we’re going to do a riddle. “Yes, I see that.”

“I wanted to have my coffee and croissant at the same time.”

“When you ordered, I asked you if you wanted your coffee immediately, or if you wanted to wait for it.”

“I did not want to wait twenty minutes for my coffee.”

“Okay, then you understand why the coffee and the croissant could not be served at the same time. We were putting a fresh batch of pastries in the oven when you arrived. I told you so.”

Her eyes are watering now. She’s upset, or enraged, both at once. “How difficult is it,” she says, voice climbing with every word, “to serve coffee and pastry at the same time? What kind of establishment is this?”

“You could just have another coffee when the pastries are ready.”

“Oh!” she cries. “So I will have to wait for my coffee, then? Wait for all these people to be served before me?” gesturing around her to the heaving café. Dozens of people, and more crowding inside every minute. “Then I will have eaten my croissant by the time my coffee arrives.”

“You could just not eat the croissant. You could leave it on the plate while you wait.”

Her palm smacks against the table, her teaspoon rattling off the saucer. “How stupid are you?” She says, and I blink. Tears in her eyes on the brink of spilling. Looking into them, I wonder what kind of life she has had to lead her to this specific moment. Deranged, hissing at a foreign waiter in some Berlin café because of her indignant refusal to understand the way things basically work. Does she have a family? Would they agree with this outburst or chide her for it? Bizarre to think of her doing this where others can see her.

“I don’t know what to do. Maybe it is a problem with my understanding. German is not my first language.”

“Coffee!” she howls, the whole table shaking now under the force of her rage, gripping the edge of it like she’s afraid she’ll take off like a rocket. “And a croissant. At. The. Same. Time. Can you understand that?”

“Yes. In both cases, you will have to wait. You will have to not drink the coffee or not eat the croissant until the other is ready. I honestly don’t see why that’s so hard for you.”

“I want to speak to the manager.”

“She’s having lunch.”

“Then I am leaving!” A threat, she thinks. Excellent news for me. The sooner the better, actually. I tell her she’ll have to pay for her coffee since she drank it. She hates this. Digs her hand into her bag and produces a handful of coins. Someone at another table gasps as she tosses them right at me. I watch one, two, five cent copper pieces ricochet off me and bounce onto the floor, and don’t bend to retrieve them. Wouldn’t dare crawl around on this floor for money. Keep my chin high.

“Don’t think that’s the right amount.”

She snatches her coat from the back of the chair and flounces off. I just clear the empty cup and bring it into the kitchen. When I reemerge, there’s a coffee order to be delivered. Things just move on like that in here. There’s no time to ruminate. An Americano. Take it to table ten. Easy. Fuck that woman. I hope she has a bad day. I hope her life is bad already, and this day is just the culmination of her choices.

Someone’s child is plucking the copper coins from the floor around the other side of the counter. Don’t see them until too late. Panic, tripping myself up to avoid stepping on little fingers, and the Americano tips over in its saucer. I cry out, the pain of it, of boiling water spilling over my thumb, the side of my hand. Screaming down my wrist. Too afraid of breaking dishes to let the thing fall, so I just hold it and let it burn me. Watch it doing it, scorching my skin furious red. Toss it onto the counter, coffee splashing over the napkins.

The intense pain of it. This is the same hand with the scab from last week, and I’m thinking of the dystopian horror of it all. Burning and scarring my body for a job that pays me seven euros an hour. And nobody is helping me. They’re all just having their lunch and gazing on in dull surprise.

“Jude!” Sandra appears. Livid about something as I clutch my throbbing hand. “You spilled coffee on the napkins. That was our last packet.”

“Yeah. I burned my hand.”

“Oh, of course you did.” Now she’s going off. “Perfect timing, when the café is looking like this. When Claudia is on her lunch break. You do this on purpose. And why are the tables so dirty? Why are there coins on the floor? You weren't going to pick them up?”

She’s still going on at me while I turn and walk away from her, my skin on fire, still burning itself. A vicious pain. I hear her ask where I’m going. Into the staff closet, this shitty scrap of space we’re entitled to. Two meters squared, with a toilet. Entitled for fifteen minutes to shovel my lunch into me on a plastic chair underneath the coat hanger, batting scarves and sleeves out of my face.

“Jude! I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?” She’s followed me in like a hurricane, barrelling through the door. There’s a childhood memory in this scene. It’s in my stomach, too, that lurching, guilty feeling. The knowledge that I’m in deep trouble and I have walked away, and now someone has come to finish me off.

My head’s ringing, but I maintain a blank expression. I’m an adult now. I can do what I want. I calmly remove my apron and leave it on the chair.

“What are you doing? You had your break an hour ago. You can’t…”

I get my coat and scarf and pull them on.

“Jude, I’m serious. I’m going to tell Claudia and she will not be happy about this,” shaky voice on her. Rules are a big deal to Sandra. She fears losing this job. It makes me feel sorry for her.

Push through the door into the cafe. The café is a furnace behind me—noise, steam, heat, Sandra’s voice. Then the door swings shut. Muffled. Distant. The cold bites my skin, burning worse than the coffee. My bike lock clicks. I pedal away, and I never come back.

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#lucky boy 2012 #v satisfying #i mean he's awful for this but also #they deserved it #fun fact i had a similar exchange with a customer when I was a waitress at 22 #genuinely so confusing #anyway you just gotta hope they realise they were wrong afterwards #or maybe folks it was me that was wrong

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mysaintkitten · 2 years ago

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Little Secret | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

prompt: neil is your sisters boyfriend, but that doesn’t stop you from developing a slight crush on him (this is based off a suggestion that was sent to me !! thank you to whoever sent it !!) (NSFW, NO MINORS!)

WARNINGS: veeery slight age gap (unspecified ages but reader is implied to be younger, everyones legal), cheating, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie

word count: 3.8k

neil and your sister had been dating for about 4 months now, still very much in its fresh-honeymoon stage. in those 4 months, you two had been around each other a few times but hadn’t really spoken to each other directly. you’d be in the same conversations, but that’s really all that would happen.

it wasn’t until somehow, the two of you were left alone in the living room of your house a few hours before your parents were planning to hold a family gathering, neil being your sisters plus one. you’re sitting on one side of the couch and he sits on the other, you’re physically as far apart as you can within the couches armrests. your sister had temporarily left due to a minor emergency situation, she had realized that she had no solo cups or paper plates for the family gathering tonight, and your parents were at the liquor store buying alcohol for the gathering.

for a while, you just sat in silence. if you were being honest, you thought neil was pretty cute, but you felt so guilty about it. so you just tried your best to avoid him. he was just a few years older, nothing significant that would make people look twice, but the more dominating factor was that he was with your sister. whenever you felt yourself staring at him, or tweaking your appearance when he’d look away, you’d remind yourself: he’s with your sister.

as the two of you sat in silence, he eventually breaks it by blowing a weak raspberry through his lips and stirring up a conversation,

“sooo …” he starts, eyes scanning around the room before bringing them to you, “see any interesting movies lately?” he asks, you refrain from chuckling. of course he’s asking about movies. but, it’s his main interest and he’s trying to be nice, so you engage.

“uh, yeah, actually!” you respond, looking down at your hands in your lap was you fiddled with your thumbs, “watched fantastic planet, i thought it was really cool.”

“wow, really?” he responds, his words almost sound sarcastic, but when you look up at him he has a partially impressed expression on his face. you blush slightly, temporarily basking in the fact that you gave him an answer he approved of. your sister wasn’t as in to movies as either of you were, which was a bit of a tolling factor on his relationship with her.

“i like fantastic planet too, you seen any other french films? like la haine?” he questions, his body language becoming more relaxed,

you perk up slightly, “yeah! i loved la haine!” you beamed, turning your body inwards to face him better, you did really enjoy cinema but you didn’t have anyone to talk about it with.

he smiles at you warmly and then scans you up and down, before he can say anything you hear the front door unlock and your sister comes in, “oh, my god! you won’t believe what i saw!” she exclaims from the front door. his gaze stays on you for a few more moments before he breaks it to go help your sister out with the bags. you watch him as he leaves. you feel an uncontrollable smile spread across your lips and you scurrying up to your room, not wanting to face your sister and be reminded of the fact that these feelings are guaranteed to lead to nothing.

once upstairs, you start getting ready. you shower and shave, change into a nicer outfit, a cute little dress. overall modest, but showed enough to hopefully peak neil’s intrest, and do your hair and makeup.

you’re patient, making sure you look as nice as possible, nearly missing the beginning of the get together to finish getting ready.

as you’re putting your earrings in, you’re subconsciously thinking about what neil would like. does he like slutty? does he like modest? you don’t want to make it obvious, but you want him to like what he sees.

after a few drinks, it sets in that the gathering is a bit of a let down. neil didn’t look at you once. it was almost like he was avoiding you. the conversations were boring, and you were tired of asking the same dull questions about your life and your future. you decided it was best for you to just sneak back up to your room. your parents and sister were enjoying the company, you didn’t want to kill their vibe.

once in your room, you strip yourself of your dress and slip into a loose tee and some pyjama shorts, proceeding to climb back into bed and scroll on your phone.

suddenly, your bedroom door swings open, and there neil is.

you both stare at each other, “oh, sorry, i thought this was the bathroom.” he said, blatantly lying, he’s been to your house numerous times, he knew exactly where the bathroom was. but how’d he know which room was yours? had he been doing trial and error without you knowing?

you break eye contact and glance around your room trying to figure out what words to say, feeling a blush creep across your cheeks, you notice in your peripheral that he’s walking into your room now, beginning to shut the door behind him,

“uh, well ..” you start, “it isn’t, i can take you to the actual bathroom if you’d like ..” you joke lightly, attempting to calm your own nerves, he smiles at you,

“that’s alright, i don’t really have to go, anyway.” he responds, looking at all the small trinkets you have scattered throughout your room, “why’d you leave?”

oh, so he did notice you.

“i guess it just wasn’t really my vibe .. things didn’t go exactly as planned i suppose.” laughing weakly, again, just trying to break the tension. you’re not even sure if there’s actual tension or if it’s just your nerves, either way, you’re trying to calm yourself down.

“what did you have planned?” he asks, he’s standing directly beside your bed at this point, picking up and toying with little things he’s found on your nightstand.

“uhh ..” you murmur, trying to conjure up a believable lie. you can’t just say, “oh, i tried my best to look hot so you’d look at me, but you didn’t, so i went upstairs.” so you settle with, “i just wasn’t expecting every conversation to revolve around my future, you know? i mean maybe that’s excepted of older family members, they just want what’s best-“ you ramble, and you realize you’re rambling way too far into your sentence.

“sorry” you giggle, he grins at you and chuckles softly, “in summary, the conversations were tedious. i’d rather just be in my room.”

he sighs, “yeah, i get that”, he places the small objects back on your nightstand and adjusts them to how they were before he picked them up. then, to your surprise, he sits on the edge of your bed, “your sisters having a nice time talking with the other girls, i felt a bit out of place so i told them i was heading up to the bathroom, they didn’t really notice though.” he adds, his comment about your sister brought you back down to earth. oh, yeah, my sister, your girlfriend.

you shift away from him slightly, feeling yourself becoming antsy. he had never been this close to you before, he had never been in such a personal space with you before, neither of you knew each other like that, yet here you were.

“oh .. haha ..” you mutter, your eyes are actively avoiding him, you’ve convinced yourself that as long as you don’t look at him he won’t realize how nervous you are. as if he read your mind, you hear him say, “wait, look at me.”

you gulp slightly and shift your head and your gaze towards him, making direct eye contact with him. his eyes drift down to your lips and he brings his thumb forward, gently swiping it against the edge of your bottom lip.

you don’t breathe, his eyes on you and his thumb on your lip is a bit much for your psyche to handle, your eyes shift away, keeping your head in place for him.

he notices your eyes shifting and he chuckles, “what? am i that hideous?”

your eyes widen slightly while looking back at him “no, no no! it’s not that!” you explain frantically, “it’s uh … kinda ..” you start, your voice trailing off as you realize what you were just about to admit to him. he doesn’t let you stop though, he continues to pry.

“kinda … what?” he asks, raising his brows, “kinda .. the opposite.” you choke out, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment, you definitely can’t look at him at this point.

you shift away from him more, tucking your knees up to your chest, the silence is eating away at you.

“look, i’m sorry, i think you should go, i shouldn’t have-“ you blab, desperately trying to dig yourself out of this hole you’ve created.

“(y/n), (y/n), breathe, it’s alright.” he coos, placing his hand on your shoulder in attempt to calm you down, “no shame in a little attraction, we’re only human, after all.” he adds, rubbing your arm gently.

“but you’re taken, neil ..” you whisper, “by my sister, at that!”

he doesn’t really respond to that, he returns to his original point, “we feel how we feel. you can’t control that.”, as he speaks he brings himself closer to you, his torso is mere inches away from your tucked-up legs.

“you know ..” he says, staring down at your bed while tracing small patters on your comforter with his finger, “actually i don’t think i should say ..” he laughs weakly. your curiosity peaks. “no, go on, i had to say what i was thinking, it’s your turn.” you coax, relaxing your body language a bit.

he sighs, “well .. you aren’t too bad yourself, not bad at all actually ..” he looks back up at you, shifting his gaze between your eyes and your lips. your hearts pounding, you’re worried he might be able to hear it, “oh, stop .. you’re just saying that ..” you mumble, nudging him playfully.

“i’m not!” he laughs, “really, i think you’re very attractive .. you probably get that all the time though.”

you scoff and cross your arms in front of your body, “definitely not ..”

his brows stitch together in disbelief, “what? you’re telling me you don’t have guys trailing after you constantly?”, you shake your head no. he huffs and scoots closer, directly beside you now.

you chat for a while, almost completely forgetting about the gathering and the fact that your sister, his girlfriend, is downstairs, but neither of you care at this point. you begin to discuss your shared interest, movies.

he brings up trainspotting, and you nearly lose it, unleashing all of your retained trainspotting-knowledge onto him.

he can tell how into it you are, he watches you attentively as you ramble, making sure to nod every now and then so you know he’s listening and following along.

“and you know, for the toilet scene, they actually used chocolate an-“ you’re cut of by his lips on yours, you immediately forget whatever trainspotting trivia you were about to say to him, which knowing his love for film, he probably already knew all of the facts you told him. but he sat and listened anyway.

he pulls away, and he smirks slightly at the surprised expression on your face.

“neil ..” is all you can manage to mutter out before his lips are back on yours again, kissing you a bit more deeper, testing his limits. he pulls back again for a moment, “is this alright?” he hums, his lips nearly grazing yours. “my sister ..” you whine, he just chuckles and kisses you again. at this point, you’ve fully pushed your morals aside.

his kisses start to get deeper and his tongue starts to explore your mouth, you moan at the new sensation, you hadn’t been intimate with anyone before and things were moving rather quickly.

his lips move over to your cheek, down to your jawline and then to your neck where he suckles on the skin softly while creeping his hand between your legs.

you grab his wrist and halt his actions, “neil, i’ve never done this before ..” you confess,

he groans into your neck, his hot breath sending chills throughout your body, “i’ll be gentle, sweetheart ..” he mumbles, licking a flat stripe onto your neck before continuing to place his wet kisses on the skin. he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the thought of stripping you of your innocence made him harder.

you’re undeniably wet, your mind is racing, neil’s mouth, his hands, his cock, your sister, your family downstairs, you can’t focus on one distinct thing until you feel neil’s fingers slip into your panties.

you gasp quietly, feeling his skilled fingers toy with your pussy, “no one’s touched here before?” he asked, pulling his head out from your neck to look down at his hand in your pants, using his free hand to palm his aching bulge, “n-no .. just me ..” you whimper as he starts to rub small circles onto your clit, he smirks before whispering “ever think about me when you touch yourself?”. you nod, biting your lip, screwing your eyes shut to avoid looking at him.

he chuckles lowly, “dirty little thing .. lemme get these off”, he takes his fingers off your clit and hooks them into your waistband, you whimper in disapproval at the loss of contact. as you lift your hips to aid him in the removal, you lower them back down and spread your legs, bending them slightly.

he falls silent and your eyes open back up, you see him crawling to get between your legs, your holes are on a perfect display for him, you’ve never been so exposed in front of anyone before, but you’ve also never felt so aroused.

as his eyes scan you wet pussy, he brings his fingers back up, sliding his middle finger up and down your folds, “touch yourself for me, baby, i wanna see.” he purrs, teasing your opening with his finger. you whine, placing your hand between your legs and rubbing your clit timidly, a bit embarrassed to be doing it right in front of him. as you start to touch yourself, he begins to fuck you with his finger, watching as you clench desperately around his lone digit.

he’s absolutely infatuated with you, as you stare down at him between your legs he looks almost hypnotized.

“wish you had told me sooner .. would’ve touched you ages ago ..” he groans, adding another finger in, you whine slightly, stopping the movements on your clit.

neil shoves his fingers fully in, keeping them knuckle deep inside of you, “did i say you could stop?” he breathed, gently running the tips of his fingers along your leg.

you resume your movements, and he speeds up his while smirking “good girl.” he praises, he shifts onto his knees while keeping his fingers inside you, he brings his hand up to your face and cups your cheek.

he runs his thumb along your cheek sweetly before bringing his thumb to your lips, brushing against the skin, “open.” neil nearly whispers, you comply, sucking his thumb into your mouth.

you bat your eyelashes at him and suck his thumb in the most seductive way you can, despite having no experience, he likes what he sees. “jesus, (y/n) ..” he mutters, twisting his fingers inside you while trusting them in a bit harsher. “shit, neil!” you moan around his thumb, “you want more than my fingers, sweetheart?”, you whimper and nod, “hm? use your words, baby.” he hums.

you whine, “y-yes, i want more than your fing-ers ..”

“what do you want to fill you up instead?” he pries while taking his thumb out of your mouth and bringing that hand down to palm himself, smirking like the smug little fuck he is, you whimper louder, shifting your hips in front of him.

“neil ..” you huff, he just chuckles “come on, tell me what you want in that little pussy.”

you can barely manage to get the words out, embarrassment and arousal battling within your brain, but thanks to neil’s sweet little touches and words- arousal wins.

“y-our cock ..” you whisper, turning your head to the side. he groans quietly, “my, what, sweetheart? speak up.”

“your cock, neil!” you mewl, your desperation flooding all your other senses. he chuckles, “good girl, was that so bad?” he jokes before taking his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty, as he undoes his pants and hastily tugs them down. his hard cock springs out, you’re a bit intimidated by his size. he’s not huge, but he’s definitely big, and you’ve never had sex before, so your nerves were definitely starting to act up.

he scoots himself forward and lines himself up between your legs, rubbing your slick up and down with the head of his dick.

“aw, you nervous?” he teases, you don’t respond, you just whine, “you’ll take it all, like a good girl, huh?” he coos, sliding himself inside you slowly. “what about protection, neil?” you mewl, he laughs, “what, you think your sisters dirty, or something? i’m clean, darling.”

god, he’s disgusting. before you can respond, you gasp loudly at the stretch and slight burning sensation, “oh my ..” you huff, forgetting about whatever you were just bickering about. he hasn’t even bottomed out yet. he pauses for a moment, still only halfway inside you, to lean his body forward and place his hand beside your head, placing small kisses on your lips and cheek.

“doing so good, just a little more ..” he moans, using his free hand to rub your thigh soothingly.

finally, he bottoms out, you look down between your legs and then back up at him. he’s blushing himself, and he has a stupid little grin on his face. “feels nice ..” he groans before sliding himself out a bit, quickly thrusting back in. you moan at the mixture of pleasure and pain, feeling so incredibly full by neil’s cock. he speeds up more, making your moans louder and your body twitch beneath him. “god fu-ck, neil!” you nearly shout, he brings his hand up from beside your head and covers your mouth, “i know it feels good, sweetheart, but you gotta be quiet, okay? can’t let everyone downstairs know you’re getting pounded up here.” he taunts, knowing exactly how his thrusts are effecting you.

“mhmm!” you whine from underneath his hand, he moans and his shoulders go slack, “so fucking tight ..”

you grip the wrist of the hand that’s over your mouth, grunting and whining into his palm, while exhaling harshly through your nose.

he takes his hand off your mouth and moves it to your neck, gripping the sides gently. you stitch your brows together and watch him fuck into you through half-lidded eyes. “how does this feel, baby?” he purrs, dragging his nails along your thigh with his free hand.

you moan, not loudly, but loud enough for him to hear.

“good .. ‘s so good ..” you whimper, finding it hard to speak due to the circumstances.

“think you can come on my cock for me, hm?” he grunts, bringing his lips to yours before kissing you sloppily. you not as best you can and moan against his lips, neil takes his hand off your neck and brings it between your legs and promptly rubbing your clit, making you moan even louder again this lips.

“neil! shit!” you whine, clenching around him involuntarily. he moans weakly, placing his forehead against yours.

“‘m gonna come .. god, fuck!” he groans, pumping into you harder while continuing to rub your clit, you’re close too- but so close that you really can’t verbalized it. you just hope he knows, and he does. with a few breathy moans, he’s coming inside you. he pauses for a few moments to pull his body back up, but his thrusts don’t slow down, he’s maintaining his rough pace while rubbing on your clit, eager to get you to come for him.

“drench my cock, sweetheart, show me how good it feels.” he praises, looking down at himself fucking you.

you don’t need much more than that, you’re coming around his cock and you’re coming hard. harder than you ever have. maybe because prior all your orgasms had been from your own hands, but neil’s hands and words and cock gave you an orgasm that was unlike anything you had felt before. your mind goes blank and your body tenses up, small huffs and ‘fuck’s falling from your mouth as your orgasm crashes through you.

“there you go .. that’s it .. all over me baby ..” he coos, watching in fascination as you come undone on his cock.

once you’ve ridden your orgasm out, he pulls his softening cock out, making you wince, “sorry, i’m sorry ..” he mumbles, running his fingers along your thigh calmingly. “god, look at that ..” he groans, mostly to himself, as he spreads your lips apart and watches as the come behind to spill out of you. he gets up off the bed and begins to button up his pants, adjusting his appearance in the mirror before heading to the door.

“i’ll get you a wet rag and get you cleaned up, after that i’ve gotta go back downstairs.” he says, his hand already on the doorknob, “wait!” you respond, he turns his body to face you fully.

“what was that? what’s this?” you ask, leaving the question rather vague for a reason, “i mean .. i would like to keep this going .. i won’t tell if you won’t ..” he whispers slightly, as if nows the time he needed to be quiet. you would like to see him more often, you wanna feel how you felt more often. so you nod, “okay, i won’t either.” you whisper back.

he smiles, “sounds good. can you swing by my video store sometime this week? we could chat, watch a few films ..” he bubbled, seemingly giddy at the idea of spending time with you. “yeah, definitely!” you grin back as he heads out the door to grab the wet rag.

the post-nut clarity begins to sink in. you just slept with your sisters boyfriend. how are you ever going to face her again? how awful of a person can you be to do something like this? what’s done is done, you tell yourself, you’ve already been an awful sister. so fuck it. let’s keep this going.

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it’s 3 am heeeeyyyy

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #neil lewis #neil lewis x reader #watching the detectives #hope y’all like this #thank you to whoever sent this !!#:)

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koolades-world · 1 year ago

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ok thought!

big brother mammon who acts like one to lucifer too because lucifer deserves to have someone to lean on too! this post was totally inspired by rock on haha

imagine this:

mammon dragging luci home after a night out drinking with a tenderness only an older brother would know despite the frustration at his stupidity

mammon bringing luci dinner after he spent his evening working and trying to disguise his worry

mammon cleaning up luci’s coffee cups and messes around the house so he’s able to enjoy a clean space

mammon buy luci his favorite candle scent and leaving it on his desk without a note

mammon picking up luci’s chores without letting him know after he knows he had a hard day so he gets a nice surprise when he goes to do them

mammon "scheming" with diavolo to surprise luci in all sorts of ways

just all the things mammon would never say to luci's face, but wants him to know he cares <3

"Ya know, for the little brother in this relationship, I feel like I'm draggin' ya home a lot more than I should. Getting wasted at Lord Diavolo's party isn't exactly a great look for ya." Mammon was carrying his older brother, Lucifer, on his back. They'd just left Diavolo's birthday party. As the right hand man to the Prince of Hell, Lucifer was obviously by his side the entire time. Every time someone offered Diavolo a drink, Lucifer would take it and down it himself to avoid him getting wasted and acting afool at his own party. The gesture was sweet, but of course it resulted in Lucifer getting wasted himself.

Mammon had been enjoying dancing with Mc when the two of them noticed Lucifer begin to act overly emotional and erratically. He was leaning heavily into Diavolo's side, looking close to tears and telling him he loved him. Beel was nowhere in sight, so Mammon knew he had to step up to the plate. While he didn't want to leave Mc alone, he knew one of his brothers would be willing to take his place. He flagged down which ever of his brothers that he saw first, which happened to be Satan, who was conversing with someone Mammon presumed he knew. After explaining the situation, Mammon left with Lucifer in tow behind him. As bum hurt he was about having to call it a night earlier than he'd wanted to, since he'd planned to stay at that party all night without a break, he knew Lucifer needed him more.

With his older brother on his back with a little help from Satan and Mc, Mammon set off on his way home. Mc had been the group's designated driver of that night, yet for some reason he didn't think to ask Mc to just drive them home. So, he resolved to walking because going back in would be too embarrassing, but it wasn't too far to home. The walk was mostly uneventful, besides Lucifer's sniffling and incoherent babbling. A few times he went off on a rant, and all Mammon did was nod and ask vague questions.

Once they got home, Mammon was quick to bring Lucifer upstairs. After opening the door to his room, he put Lucifer down on his bed. While the bed was made, a few empty cups and a large stack of papers sat on his bedside table. If it hadn't been for Diavolo's party, Mammon wasn't sure Lucifer would have left his room. He picked up the cups and moved the paperwork out of the way. He got a set of pajamas for his brother, and instructed him to go change, while he went back downstairs to get some water for him.

"Here. Drink this." Mammon passed the water to Lucifer, who was sitting on the edge of his bed and miraculously fully dressed. He took the glass without a word and drank half of it in one go. "How are ya feelin'?" He stood in front of him, hands on his hips.

"I'm tired." Lucifer told him. He then flopped over onto his back on his bed. With a sigh, Mammon rolled him onto his side and sat beside him.

"Get some rest then. I'll be here." Mammon's D.D.D. was dead, so he set it down on the bed beside him since Lucifer's D.D.D. was currently charging. Lucifer shut his eyes pretty quickly and Mammon thought he was asleep. Resolved to just sitting there, waiting, Mammon began to think about that night of fun he'd have before. He loved Lucifer, but the choice to drink that recklessly was stupid. But, it was because he cared so much, he was willing to make a fool of himself to prevent that same thing from happening to Diavolo, and potentially help him avoid harm. Mammon wasn't sure how many drinks he'd had, or what was in them.

The phone ringing interrupted his train of thought. His was dead, so he looked over to Lucifer's to see Mc was calling. After picking it up, he was greeted with Mc with the sound of the party in the background. "Hello?" They said.

"Hey, Mc. Somethin' the matter? Lucifer is asleep." Mammon held the phone to his ear, trying to keep his voice down.

"Oh, sorry. No, everything is fine. Just wanted to check up on you. Everything good there?" They lowered their voice.

"Yeah, thanks for checkin'. What time will ya be home? If ya know." Mammon looked over at Lucifer, who still hadn't moved.

"Soon. Belphie is asleep in a corner and Beel ate everything already, so they're tapped out. Asmo is still going, but I can pry him away easily, and Satan is ready to go when I am. I actually haven't seen Levi, but I assume he's in a side room somehere." Mc chuckled a little into the phone, presumably at something they saw.

"Alright. I'm stayin' with Lucifer. See ya later." Mammon waited for his goodbye to put down the phone. Once he did, he hung up and plugged it back in. He peered at Lucifer's face again. He looked normal, so he let himself begin to think again. This time, he didn't get far at all.

"Mammon?" Lucifer spoke up.

"Aren't ya supposed to be asleep?" Mammon looked back at him again. He was awake now, his crimson eyes searching his face.

"I don't say thank you enough." Mammon was taken aback by his words.

"Sorry?" Mammon blinked.

"Thank you. You really do care." With that, Lucifer shut his eyes again. Mammon was a little shocked, but smiled to himself. Lucifer could be so sweet when he wanted to be, but it just took a little Demonus in his system to make him say what he was thinking.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me beel #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

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littleskeletonprincessss · 1 year ago

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Stepbro Schlatt pt 2

to @lvrj4mie, @princessbiteme0o0, countless anons, and EVERYONE ELSE here's Part 2 to Stepbro Schlatt.

(SMUT Minors go away)

"Alright. It's your kids turn to do the dishes" your mom said, as everyone finished up dinner.

Taking your plate to the sink you began to unload the dishwasher. Behind you, you could hear your parents leave the kitchen and felt Schlatt step next to you before beginning to rinse the dirty plates in the sink.

A few minutes later you sense Schlatts eyes on you and notice he's shifted closer. His arm ghosts across your back and his hand lands on the counter next to you, moving behind and trapping you against the sink.

"You look pretty today." He whispers in your ear before moving down to lay lazy kisses against your neck.

Stopping yourself from instinctively relaxing into his strong chest you glance over your other shoulder listening for any signs of your parents. Hearing nothing you lean back into your stepbrother.

"I thought you'd like this dress." You say with a smirk, running your fingers along the thin halter straps holding the thin fabric over your chest. "Oh I do cupcake," Schlatt starts, teeth grazing over your bare shoulder. "But so did every other fucker at school. Fucking undressing my baby girl with their eyes, thinking about you the way only I can..."

His large hand circles around to your chest, harshly squeezing your breast before sliding down to cup between your thighs.

"Schlatt..." you gasp, knowing someone could walk in at any moment.

"Shh baby. We can't let mom and dad know can we? Imagine what they'd do if they found out that their sweet-" his hand lifts the hem of your dress slightly, "innocent-" once his hand is high enough he slips it into your panties "angel were letting her own stepbrother fuck her sweet little pussy, huh?"

Gripping the sink you brace yourself against the feeling of Schlatt's thick fingers dragging too slowly through your wet slit humming a moan, letting your head drop.

"Fuck..." you whisper.

"You like that baby?" Schlatt asked, his voice seemingly in your head.

"Uh-huh..." you managed to moan out.

"Hmm, good girl." Schlatt continue for a moment before all together taking his hand back and continuing to unload the dishwasher leaving you whimpering in betrayal "Schlatt.." you whine.

"Hush, sweetheart. There's more where that came from. Now we better finish the dishes before mom comes in." he finishes with a wink and a soft spank.

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After all the clean dishes were put away and the dishwasher was started with a fresh load Schlatt wrapped his arm around your waist again.

"How about you stay in my bed again tonight? Would you like that sweet stuff?" He presses a kiss against the side of your head.

Since a month ago when you and Schlatt started your taboo relationship you'd slept almost every night in his arms. You were always careful to make sure your alarm was set so you could wake up before either of your parents and sneak back to your cold bed before they started getting ready for work.

One night your mom found you trying to sneak into Schlatt's room. When she asked what you were doing you told her that you needed to use the bathroom and yours was out of toilet paper. She seemed to buy it, but you didn't want to risk her noticing you not leave so you only went in for a quick, albeit heated kiss goodnight before heading back to your room.

Smiling at his question you turned in his arms and draped yours around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. As he tried slipping his tongue into your mouth you heard someone coming down the stairs that lead into the kitchen.

In a flash Schlatt's head was buried in the fridge, feigning looking for a snack leaving you looking stupid in the middle of the kitchen floor. Snapping yourself out of the stupor you do the only thing you can think to do at the moment and--wash your hands? You could hear Schlatt trying to hide his chuckling from the fridge.

"Schlatt, honey I need you to put on a load of laundry today. Your room reeks of teenage boy and...all that entails." Your mom came in the kitchen. You didn't need her to specify that the smell emanating from his room was cum. And she was right, she just didn't know it wasn't solely his.

"Whatever." He responds, putting back up the asshole façade.

"Oh, Y/N sweetheart. Remember Samuel Cooper? From when you were little?"

"The boy I used to play house with?" You saw Schlatt slightly pull his head out of the fridge out of the corner of your eye.

"Yes! His parents have to go out of town for a couple days and I offered to let him stay here while they're gone."

"That's nice of you, mom" You said, not sure where this was going. You and Sammy were friends growing up, but as you got older you drifted apart and after the wedding and you moved, you lost contact all together.

"I was thinking maybe he could stay in your room. We could move you into Schlatt's for the time being. If that's okay with him." Your mom stated, turning to look at Schlatt.

"Yeah, fine." Schlatt said, his tone cool and uncaring, but you knew better and noticed the tinge of excitement behind it.

Briefly resting her palm on his cheek your mom left the kitchen. Schlatt looked at you with his mischievous eyes before sauntering closer and pulling you into his arms, burying his head in your neck and blowing kisses, making you giggle.

"Schlatt, stop."

"Can't help it. Get to have my perfect girl in my arms every night without hiding it." He smiles against your skin, making your lips tilt into one of their own.

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The next day the doorbell rang while you were watching a movie. Alone, unfortunately, since Schlatt had gotten in trouble for failing science and was banished to his room to study until dinner.

"Y/N! Schlatt! Come in here!" Your mom called from the foyer.

Getting off the couch, turning back out of habit to make sure there weren't any stains, you walked in, stopping when your name was called.

"Y/N!"

"Sammy! Good to see you."

"I go by Sam, now actually." He said, pulling you into a hug.

"Ooh, Y/N got a boyfriend or something?" You heard a rough grumble from behind you.

"Hey, what's up man? I'm Sam." Sam introduced himself to Schlatt, holding his hand out. Schlatt, of course, being the man he is, took the outstretched limb as a challenge, taking Sam's hand, squeezing tightly as he shook.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jay." He left it at that.

"Don't worry about him, Sam. This is my stepson. He's very nice when he warms up to you." Your mom says, glaring at Schlatt.

"So Y/N do you want to watch a movie or something? Catch up a bit?"

"I'll join you." Schlatt interrupts before you can even answer.

"Nice try, young man. I believe you still have some Biology homework left. Now go." Your mom scolded. You caught Schlatt give Sam a look behind his back before climbing the stairs, grumbling.

"Now that you're here Sam i'm going to start dinner. Have fun you two." With that your mom left.

"Come on, living room is this way." You say.

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Sitting down to dinner around the table Sam ended up on your left while Schlatt sat on your right. Jeremy was out of town for business so it was just you four and your mom decided it'd be nice to sit around the smaller kitchen table rather than in the dining room. Before any of you even started eating you felt Schlatt's hand splay across your upper thigh and squeeze before releasing and just resting there. Looking around you make sure no one noticed before shifting your foot around his ankle and beginning to rub.

"Prom is coming up soon, isn't it? Either of you planning on going?" Your mom asks. Glancing at Schlatt from the corner of your eye you look back down at your spaghetti.

"Probably not. I don't know who would ask me."

"You could hang out with my friends and I." Schlatt says.

"That's very kind of you, honey." Your mom praises. "I'm so glad you two have started getting along better. "

"Or-" Sam starts, "I could take you, Y/N."

You can feel Schlatt's large fingers start to dig into your thigh and notice his jaw clench slightly.

"Oh, Sam. Thank you. That's- that's very sweet of you." You blush, suddenly very interested with your plate.

The rest of dinner passed pretty uneventful. You felt awkward, Schlatt was angry, and Sam and your mom were none the wiser to the situation playing out in front of them.

After dinner Schlatt helped your mom set up an air mattress on his floor while you grabbed all the clothes you'd need for the next few days out of your room.

Hearing knocking from behind, you turned to see Sam leaning on the doorframe.

"Thanks again for letting me use your room. It's really nice of you."

"It's no trouble. Schlatt is the one you should be thanking."

"I'll let you do that for me. Honestly, he kind of scares me."

Laughing to yourself at thanking Schlatt, and at Sams comment, you grab a final shirt out of your closet before fully turning to the door.

"Don't mind him. He's all bark and no bite."

"Maybe. Listen...about prom, I was thinking maybe we could get dinner before...somewhere nice. Kinda like a date."

You stopped in your tracks in the middle of the hall. Sure, you wanted to go on dates, but you never thought about going on them with anyone else since the night you and Schlatt and first had sex. And you knew that with him, there would be no dates.

"Yeah, uh yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks, Sam." you said, turning to smile at him.

He smiled back briefly before the door behind you opened.

"Princess, your bed is all made up." Schlatt's deep voice mumbled.

"Anyway, goodnight Y/N. Schlatt." Sam shut the door behind him.

"I don't like him." Schlatt said, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.

"You only don't like him because he's got a six pack." You said, poking his soft stomach.

"You don't mind my lack of one when I'm on top of you." He whispers, lips pressed against your ears as he pulls you back into his room.

Tossing blankets loosely on the air mattress Schlatt lies you back on his bed, pulling your pants down before settling himself between your thighs.

"Time to say goodnight, Tootsie Pop. Gotta give my honey a proper one."

"You're the corniest motherfu--God dammit, shit!" His tongue pressing flat against your labia cuts you off, his brown eyes smirking up at you.

"Shh baby. Let me taste my good girl."

"Just- hurry. We can't let mom know." You rush out, spreading your legs, inviting him in.

"Don't tell me what to do." He says, lightly biting your thigh, making you jump before he shifts his focus on your clit, pulling it between his lips, sucking on it. "i'm gonna enjoy you as long as I fucking want. Gonna enjoy my fucking pussy whenever I want, too."

With that, Schlatt pressed your legs back further, moaning into you, wet slurping noises filling your ears, the pleasure too great for fear of it filling the room to even cross your mind.

Feeling the pressure building in your tummy you press your hand tight against your mouth. Tears trailing down your cheeks you try pushing Schlatt away, your legs betraying you, crossing behind his head, keeping him close.

"There you go, baby. Gonna come for me?"

"Uh huh. Please Schlatt...." you whimpered.

"What was that? You gotta ask correctly babygirl. C'mon, beg me again."

"Daddy, please?" tears began to run down your cheeks out of frustration and desperation. "Please let me cum for you?"

"Awe there's my sweetheart. My sweet princess. Come on, baby, come for me. Come all over my tongue." He half mumbles, diving back between your legs.

With a final flick of his talented tongue you feel that familiar feeling of an orgasm wash over you, making you pant into your hand, trapping the scream you so badly wanted to let free.

"F-Fu-So-Mmm'so good." you cry, almost melting into his pillow as he crawls up next to you, licking his lips and pressing kisses up your stomach, arms, neck and finally to your lips, letting you taste yourself on his mutton chops.

"I'm glad you liked it, Pretty. Now you lay there, looking sexy as fuck while I go get something to clean you up a bit so we can go to sleep because you are goddamn exhausting." He laughs, rolling off his bed and stepping towards his bathroom. Stopping at his closet he pulls out a sweatshirt throwing it to you. "Put that on and get comfy, gorgeous."

Smiling softly you peel off your now sweaty t-shirt, slipping into his sweatshirt, and lying back against his pillow, opening your arms for him after he comes out and wipes you down with a warm rag.

"G'night, baby" he yawns, snuggling into your chest.

A/N OKAY I'M SORRY GUYS HERE'S THIS THERE'S PROBABLY GONNA BE A PART 3

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neminomnom · 4 months ago

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Cars I think arcane characters would have

Send me requests I beg 🙏🙏🙏

includes: Viktor, Jayce, mel, Caitlyn, Ekko, Felicia, Vi, jinx and isha :)

Viktor

- Viktor would have a Toyota Camry or something very similar, it would be dark grey with a bunch of scratches on near the bottom of it.

- Viktor would keep his car very clean, in the glove box he would keep a bunch of old CDs he’s never even touched.

- has so many air fresheners on the rear view mirror that havnt been taken off in about a year, his car smells like a mix of lavender and that old musty smell.

Jayce

- oh he would definitely have some big, electric car, like a Volvo EX90, that thing would be SPOTLESS inside and out, not a speck of dust out of place.

-Jayces Volvo is in the colour ‘sand dune’ and probably has a custom number plate saying T4L1S or something along those lines

- The inside of the car is pretty clean, he doesn’t keep much things inside of it, but he does have a photo of him and Ximena stuck onto the edge of his dashboard.

Mel

- I feel like mel would have two cars, one being a Bugatti mistral in the colour of black, and the other being a Land Rover defender, she likes the look of the Bugatti and how clean they look, but she also loves the space in the defender.

- the Bugatti is a show car, she uses the defender 110 to get around, it’s in the colour ‘Gondwana stone’ and has a bunch of the accessory packs to go with it.

- that car smells DIVINE, you could not shower for a year, go to sit in that car for five minutes and come out smelling like the world luxury.

Caitlyn

- Caitlyn would have a Mercedes-benz AMG G 63 in black, her car would look incredibly clean on the outside, but on the inside not so much, sure it was clean, but there were a few bits of paper on the floor of the car, Caitlyn hates it and tries to clean it a lot, but it still gets messy

- She doesn’t let people eat or drink In her car, she doesn’t want people to stain the leather seats or get crumbs in the little corners of them.

- she keeps gum in the cup holders and offers it to anyone who gets in.

Ekko

- you could be stuck in traffic for hours then see him filtering on his racing bike, that thing can go fastttt, He would have a Kawasaki ninja H2R.

- him and jinx would have spent ages decorating decorated his helmet and gear thingys with spray paint, he would also have some cool car stickers on the sides of the bike, or the firelight symbol.

-Ekko loves to race with other people, of course he wins, but he still enjoys it

- He would get a bunch of custom stuff done to it to make it stand out, like a custom exhaust, and during the Christmas season he wears a reindeer helmet cover

Felicia

- Felicia would have an old lady car, small but still a nice car, like a 2014 fiat 500 in white, there would be quite a few scratches and it would always be a bit lucky on the outside, not too dirty though.

-the inside of her car feels like the word home, it smells like warmth and she has so many Polaroid photos of her and people she loves on stuck onto her dashboard, there’s a few wrappers littered on the floor, but she doesn’t care that much.

- at 7 in the morning, you could hear her music playing in the car from the opposite side of the street.

Violet

- There’s two options, either a big monster truck what hasn’t been through a car wash since 1987 and has so many problems with its engine, or something like a 1990 bmw 325i, it’s seen better days but is still usable, and I’m going for the second one.

- the bmw sounds like it’s about to take off to space each time she starts it, and it bounces each time someone sits down in it, vi loves it though.

- this car has so many scratches on, the inside has a bit of damage, the seats having spill stains on, so she brought those seat cover things.

- You can tell that thing smells musty, no matter how many air fresheners Vi buys, the smell doesn’t go away.

Jinx

- you bet she has the funkiest car, like a hot pink Mini Cooper with go faster stripes all over it, she has a wrap of her monkey symbol on the roof of the car in a dark grey, still visible but not too noticeable.

-that thing looks like it’s been through wars, but the inside is even more chaotic, she had LED lights around the edges of the roof inside and so many trinkets on the dashboard.

- like mother like daughter, she also plays music so loud it can make you deaf at any time of the day, no matter the song you bet she’s blasting it.

- once tried to race Ekko in it and failed miserably.

Isha

- it isn’t a car, but she has a scooter and a skateboard, Isha and jinx made the scooter all bright and colourful, it has a bunch of things hanging off the handles.

- for the skateboard, that thing is hanging into its last limbs, the wheels keep on coming off and jinx always has to fix them, but Isha loves it too much and she doesn’t want to get rid of it.

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