#adam oneshot

[thepenguinwriter]

Hello, buddy!!

A strange request

But what about the idea that his third wife is Lucifer's sister, but she's in heaven and keeps in touch with her brother It would be interesting to read

`` 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 ``

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭.

- ☆ You were a high-ranking seraphim, similar to your twin brother, Lucifer

- ☆ You always felt sorry for the way other angels treated him, and tried your best to protect him

- ☆ You took part in the creation of the first of mankind - Adam and Lilith

- ☆ And while your brother fell for the independent woman, you took an interest in the other

- ☆ The two of you started hanging out quite often

- ☆ Until both Eve and Lilith were gone

- ☆ And why was that? Lucifer

- ☆ You felt so bad for your brother, but at the same time, you were there to comfort Adam too

- ☆ He had some doubts when you confessed to him but the two of you started dating and it worked out wonderfully

- ☆ Although you didn't forget about Lucifer, either

- ☆ You'd visit him in Hell every few months

And today was no exception..

You looked into the mirror, fixing up the small golden flower tucked into your hair. You were getting ready to visit your brother, Lucifer, in Hell.

The other seraphims were hesitant to let you do it at first, but you convinced them after a while of begging asking. It was routine by now.

You looked down at the shiny golden ring on your finger, smiling fondly. You recently had your wedding with Adam, and it was the best day of your life. You couldn't have been more happy.

"Ahem.. going to meet little Lucifer again, huh?" Adam's long-familiar voice called out from the door. He was leaning on the frame, looking at you with an annoyed expression.

"Oh, darling, I know how you feel about him, but-"

"Are you ever gonna let him go? He's in Hell, babe." He cut in, rolling his eyes and groaning in frustration. You frowned, walking up to him and grabbing his hands. "Adam.. please, listen."

His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms, but he didn't protest. "What?" He asked, his voice sharp.

You gave him a soft look, sighing quietly. "You know how much I care about Luci. He's my brother." You took his arms in your hands. "I told you. You won't lose me to him too. I promised that on our wedding day... remember?"

Adam frowned, looking away. His eyebrows were still furrowed, and he still didn't seem convinced.

"Darling, I've known you since Eden!" You tried to reassure him. "Interesting enough, that didn't seem to stop Lilith and Eve." He scoffed, and you realized you'd said the wrong thing.

You frowned aswell, trying to think of any other way to comfort him and let you go. You then remembered how you'd convinced Sera and Emily to let you visit Lucifer -

"Just because we're twins doesn't mean I'm like him. I won't make the same mistakes him.. you have to trust me on this." You gently placed your hand on his heart. "Please."

Adam groaned, crossing his arms. "Alright, alright, I get it." He looked down at you, a slight smirk spreading across his face now. "Just don't keep me waiting, k sugartits?"

You squealed and immediately gave the man a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, thank you!" You smiled, before dashing off. "Love you!"

A/N: Not a strange request at all anon! Also yes ik I keep changing my formatting but listen I'm trying to find what works 😭

[imagineanime2022]

Figure Skater

Ainosuke Shindo X GN!Reader

Word Count: 1344

Requested: @importantcolorcomputer

Request: could you do ainosuke shindo x figure skater reader who is in a relationship with him and finds out they are also apart of S as a skater

You first met Ainosuke when you were young. You had been one of the only other people in school that was interested in skateboarding and ended up being integrated into the little group when they realised how good at skateboarding you were. It wasn’t long before you and Ainosuke became more than friends despite how close the entire group was.

You were out late skating as normal “come on bet you can’t beat me!” Joe teased as he leaned into your space. “I could definitely beat you.” You grumbled pushing at his chest but ultimately getting nowhere. “Stop teasing Kojiro.” Ainosuke scolded him, leaning forward and pushing his shoulder with more force and pulling you closer to him. “When are you two going to finally-” “Shut up, you Gorilla.” Kaoru scolded him, hitting him in the back of the head. “Hey! What was that for!?” Kojiro turned to him as he rubbed the back of his head. “Stop talking.” Kaoru warned, Kojiro just rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Yeah.” Kojiro waved him off dropping his skateboard to the floor, Kaoru followed after him shortly. “Where are they going?” You asked. “Away.” Ainosuke muttered as he stepped closer still. “And what are you doing?” You tipped your head back to catch his eyes but he only smiled. “Well I told them to leave.” He shrugged, “I wanted to talk to you about something.” “Hmm.” You hummed waiting for him to continue. “Well I think we’ve been close lately.” He explained. “Some might say closer than friends.” “Oh really?” You asked. “I think that we should try being more than friends, I want to know what you think about that.” You noticed the sight nervousness that snuck into his tone as he got closer to the end of the sentence and it was cute. “I think that you might be right, we should try this more than friends thing.” You agreed, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

When everything changed, you were lucky that you were successful in the field that you had chosen. You had been training to be a figure skater ever since you were a child and had been successful in every competition that you entered and built a name for yourself. Ainosuke’s aunts deemed you to be a good match for him given the publicity that you could bring him. While you knew that he went to Sk8 when he wasn’t working you knew that you knew that you couldn’t be seen doing the same thing, that was where the persona for the Dancer came in. Ainosuke, Kaoru and Kojiro had all grown apart since Ainosuke was forced to stop skateboarding but you made sure to always text them and catch up, each of you finding the others at Sk8 eventually.

“Does Ainosuke know?” Kaoru asked. “About me skating?” You asked “no I leave after him and get back before he does, most of the time, other times he just works late, we don’t spend much time together anymore.” “You know you have to be careful.” Kojiro warned you. “Would you look at that the Gorilla does show intelligence.” Kaoru teased. “Hey-!” “I do have to agree with him though, Ainosuke isn’t the same when he skates. He could hurt you.” Kaoru leaned forward on his elbow “and you have a career to think about.” “How is that going by the way?” Kojiro asked as he placed what you ordered in front of you. “I have a competition in the next couple of days.” You answered “I’m a little bit nervous.” “Why? You're amazing.” Kojiro smiled, his eyes casting over to the door as it opened. “Thanks Ko, I’m always nervous, you know if I fail at even one of these competitions they’ll get rid of me, I know that he works all the time and we hardly see each other but I wouldn’t want him to come home to a completely dead house.” You explained, both of them went quiet, even without mentioning Ainosuke’s family by name they knew that was the part that you were most worried about. “He wouldn’t let that happen.” Kojiro frowned “he’s loved you since we were kids.” “Yeah, you're right.” You nodded.

It was only a few days later that Ainosuke put Kaoru in the hospital, you were there until late that evening sitting with Kojiro and Kaoru. When you walked into your apartment it was the first time that you had hoped Ainosuke wasn’t home, unfortunately he seemed to have been waiting for you in the kitchen. “Where were you?” He asked. “At the hospital.” You answered. “What were you doing there?” He asked. “Going to see the friend that you put in the hospital.” You explained. “I put in the hospital? Who told you that?” He asked, standing from his place at the kitchen table. “No one needed to tell me, I saw it for myself.” You answered, everything tilted to him, you could see the moment that it all seemed to fall into place with him, especially after you leaned the board you had been using against the wall. “You’re the dancer.” He breathed, stepping forward, you took a step back in response. “And you are Adam, why would you do that to someone who is supposed to be your friend?” You asked. “I-” “You need to really think about what it is that you're trying to do.” You warned him “because you are so close to being alone.” “Wait-” “I’ve waited for years ‘nosuke, I’ve always been here, whenever you needed me so now I need you to think carefully about what’s next and once my competition is over I want an answer.” You said walking around him and going up the stairs, you easily found your way to the guest bedroom and stayed in there, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be seeing him in the morning.

The next day, your practice started early and then some promotional stuff before heading into the venue to get ready. You weren’t sure who would be there to support you today, you had invited Kaoru and Kojiro but after what happened you were sure that they weren’t going to be there. You always invited Ainosuke but he was unlikely to be there either. You sighed taking a deep breath as you heard your name being announced, as you made your way to the centre of the ice, you glanced around the crowd seeing some familiar faces, people that had followed your career or sport in general but know one that you had invited was there as you thought. You went through the routine and as usual scored enough to blow away the competition but you had no intention of sticking around this time. Instead you went straight back to your locker room. When you opened the door you immediately recognised the person standing with their back to you. “What are you doing here?” You asked. “You said that you wanted an answer after you had finished.” Ainosuke said as he turned to you, it seemed that he had gotten here straight from work. “And you have one for me?” You asked. “I do.” He answered. “I’m sorry that I have disappointed you, things have changed since we were younger and I have changed since then but you never left me, you're the only person that I’ve been able to count on. I’m sorry that you haven’t been able to count on me but this will be the last time, once Snow has his battle, we’ll skate together like we used to and I promise that things will change.” He stepped closer to you, his hand gently cradling your face “I don’t expect you to believe me now but if you’ll wait a little longer I will show you.” “Please.” You couldn’t being yourself to say anything else, tears welled up in your eyes and he pulled closer pressing your face to his chest. “I’m so sorry I messed this up, it won’t happen again, I promise.” He tightened his hold on you. “I promise.”

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[earlgreydream]

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞. || 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

@earlgreydream x @little-diable

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟒𝐭𝐡! 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨��𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧. 𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

She tried to pay attention to Professor Kylo Ren, though her efforts weren’t doing much good. The seminar was coming up on three hours, the classroom air was stuffy, and a fluorescent lightbulb flickered overhead. It was already dark outside, the blackness in the windows reflecting back the image of an irritable professor and disinterested grad students. 

The lecture that droned on bored Y/N, the professor’s gorgeous appearance far more captivating than any medieval history lesson he insisted on dragging out. It wasn’t that he was a bad professor, it was that he seemed to hate her, and she seemed to hate him all the same. The handsome man was stern, demanding perfection in a way that nobody could ever live up to. His punishing scowl was even more famous in the university than he himself, one she was all too familiar with. 

“Do you have anything to add, Miss Y/N?” The sound of your name on Kylo’s lips snapped her back into reality, her lips parting in a frustrated huff. 

“Only that I think this lecture is worse than the black death,” you snarked, earning a few shocked giggles from her peers that would never dare disrespect Professor Ren. 

Kylo crossed his arms over his broad chest, leaning back against the edge of his desk, a dark glare locked on the student that he loathed. A sharp bolt of electricity shot through his nerves at the sight of Y/N’s smirk, making him even angrier. He forced himself not to think about how he truly desired to correct your disrespect, to force you into submission. 

“Quite pleased with yourself, are you? Everyone is dismissed except Y/N,” he barked, students immediately rushing out of the suffocating classroom. 

“I have places to be, professor,” Y/N stood, slipping her laptop into her bag, ignoring his order to stay behind. 

“Why do you have to have such a fucking attitude with me?” Kylo snapped, fed up with being dismissed. 

“Why do you have to be such a —” 

“Kylo, are you able to discuss the findings for our upcoming conference?” Professor Djarin called from the doorway, interrupting the two’s brewing argument. 

Kylo cleared his throat, standing up straight off of the desk and giving Y/N one last scathing glare. 

“Of course, let’s head to my office.”

“Goodnight, Professor Ren,” Y/N spoke, her sweet voice dripping with poison as she swept past him.

. 

Ever since she had left the classroom behind, Y/N hadn’t been able to stop thinking of her professor. Stars, she hated him, he was undoubtedly the worst of them all, and yet something about him pulled her in. Something she cursed whenever she noticed her wandering thoughts. 

With a groan, she plopped down on her bed, eyes closed to try and work through her thoughts. She detested him, hated him more than words could ever express, but maker, he was handsome. Even Y/N could admit that much.

Perhaps she had even touched herself to the thought of him once or twice before - okay, a lot more than that. But a few wandering thoughts didn’t seem to hurt, and most importantly they didn’t stop her hatred from spiralling. And hatred is what she needed to survive his boring course and the homework he didn’t even seem to correct.

She reached for her phone, staring at the screen while hitting up one of her friends, desperate for some kind of distraction. Perhaps some clubbing could force her thoughts to let go of the annoying professor, or even a house party where she could link up with those she hadn’t seen in a few weeks.

It only took her friend a few minutes to reply and to send her the details of their meeting spot. Y/N couldn’t stop her grin from widening as she rose to her feet once again, leaving the comfort of her bed to find something good to wear. Her fingertips stroked along a few dresses and skirts until she settled on an outfit she had worn in class a few weeks ago.

Back then Professor Ren had murmured something about the inappropriateness of her clothes, which seemed to be exactly what she needed. Her eyes studied her reflection in the mirror as Y/N dressed herself and retouched her makeup, filled by an all too familiar giddiness she didn’t want to shake until enough alcohol could loosen up her system.

The chilly air wrapped itself around her as she left her home and made her way towards the home where she’d meet her friend. 

.

Y/N was barely ten steps in the house before her best friend was putting a shot in her hand. The pink whitney burned going down, but at this point she’d drink almost anything to shake the frustration of her graduate class. 

“Another?” A shooter was held out, dangling from a girl’s hand, calling to her like siren. 

“Fuck it,” Y/N cheered before swallowing. 

Bad pop music from the 2010’s was blaring from someone’s speaker as five already tipsy girls all tried to fix their hair in the bathroom mirror. Someone had shouted that the uber would arrive in three minutes to escort the group downtown, where they’d crawl from club to bar until nobody could stand. 

Y/N didn’t have anything to lose — Professor Ren’s class had already been cancelled in the morning, likely him throwing a tantrum at her attitude. That left a night of debauchery on the table with nowhere to drag a hungover body to in the a.m.

She hardly remembered getting downstairs, registering that she was squeezed into the back of an uber with her friends, taking a short hit off of someone’s vape being passed around the party. 

“That was bad ass of you in class today, Y/N!” One of Professor Ren’s haters called over the music. 

“Yeah! He looked like he wanted to choke you!” Another chimed in innocently. 

Though the words were just an expression, it twisted Y/N’s stomach into a knot. The image of Kylo’s hand around her throat left her shifting in her seat, suddenly far too warm in the skimpy dress that squeezed her figure. 

A couple sips from a flask in the club’s queue, and Y/N was all too emboldened by the alcohol to think straight. She awkwardly made her way down a flight of stairs in an alley, into the club that was pulsing with blue and purple lights. The bass throbbed in her body, jarring her skeleton with every unsteady step. 

As much as she had hoped that her drunk mind could distract her from Kylo and her wandering thoughts, they only seemed to grow more intense with every passing minute. She needed a breather, desperate for some cold air to be sucked into her aching lungs. Y/N pushed through the body of dancing people, barely able to see where her feet were taking her until she finally managed to step out into the cold. 

Her body took her a few more steps away from the loud music before she sat down on the sidewalk, knees pressed to her chest. Deep breaths were inhaled into her shaking body, hands pressed to her warm cheeks to try and ground herself. 

Perhaps she needed to get home, set on sleeping the day away until her hangover would be awful enough to curse herself out. Perhaps she needed a few calmer moments to shake all the confusing thoughts and the hatred that seemed to wander up her throat like bile rising. 

“Miss Y/N?” She froze, eyes squeezed shut for a second. And then all too slowly she managed to look up at him. Kylo was towering over her, hands pushed into the pockets of his jacket, height all too towering. 

“Fuck me.” 

Kylo scoffed at the profane greeting, no more happy to see her than she was to see him. Y/N put her hand out, trying to balance to pull herself to her feet, only making it halfway up before falling back down on the hard concrete sidewalk.

“Jesus Christ, you’re messy,” Kylo sighed, reaching down and gripping her forearms, pulling her to her feet. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Y/N sneered, putting her hands on his chest — intending to shove him off, though the second her palms were pressed to the strong muscles, her body forgot that this was the man she hated.

“Getting a drink after how much shit you put me through,” he shot back, going to let go until she started to wobble in her heels. 

“You… you can’t get away from me. You’re here because you want to fuck me, you creep.”

Kylo knew it was the drunk ramblings of an angry student, but the words were vicious, creeping their way down his spine. He hated the satisfied smirk on her face, knowing that the stupid words had gotten under his skin. 

“You’re the one who hasn’t taken your hands off of my chest,” Kylo’s voice was low, his dark eyes boring into her as if he could read every filthy thought, see every memory of her touching herself to the thought of him. 

She was too far gone to react to his bickering, eyes getting lost in his darkening ones. Y/N hated the power he held over her, how he managed to draw her in with one simple glance that only fuelled the hatred she felt. 

“Fuck, look at you, you can barely stand straight. How are you getting home?” It seemed to do the trick, successfully pulling her out of her trance and away from him. She stumbled a step back, struggling to hold her balance as his hands shot forward to stabilise her.

“That’s none of your concern, Professor.” He rolled his eyes at the tremble of her voice, staring down at her for a few more seconds before letting go of a sigh. Without speaking a warning, he picked her up to throw her over his shoulder.

Y/N screeched but he didn’t seem to care about her protest as he kept walking. He didn’t even reply to the question of where he was taking her, all he did was walk until he came to a halt in front of a black SUV, open the door and gently though urgently placing her down on the seat.  

“Where the fuck are you taking me?” He started the car seconds later, letting the child safety locks snap in place before she could even think of ripping the door open again. Kylo kept quiet for a moment, he pulled out of his parking space and began driving down the dark road, letting darkness swallow them both wholly. 

“I’m taking you back to mine, I mean, look at you, such an embarrassment.” Heat flushed through her body at his biting tone, making her tremble in anger. But she kept quiet, having to sort through her thoughts as he kept driving. What was she even doing? The man she had tried to escape from was the knight in shining armour now. What a fuck up. 

Only as Kylo parked the car in front of a modern house did she snap out of her trance. Wordlessly she undid her seatbelt and watched him round the car to help her step out into the cold night. 

Kylo opened the door, waiting for Y/N to step out of the SUV of her own volition. 

“Come on, it’s fucking cold out here!” He snapped impatiently, hauling her out himself, tired of her defiant stare. 

She stopped screeching for a moment to take in the massive modern castle — double height ceilings making way for elaborate pieces of artwork and sculpture, just as dark and mysterious as him. Y/N was set down so he could lock the door behind him, taking the opportunity to rip the heels off of her feet. She tossed them drunkenly beside the door, not caring where they ended up, earning yet another curse from her knight. 

“This is your house?” She questioned, stumbling forward, inviting herself to explore. 

“Obviously.”

Kylo watched her, hair falling out of the ties to frame her face, normally fiery eyes slightly glazed over from the alcohol. She was such a force in the classroom, a viper daring him to come closer, waiting for the opportunity to strike and poison. But here, in his home in the middle of the night, she was harmless, pathetic, even as she swayed as if the earth meant to swallow her up. 

He’d followed her into the kitchen, something straight out of a Food Network set. She leaned against the marble island, dropping her phone onto the surface. Kylo was on her in an instant, his body towering over hers, hands on both sides, trapping his prey. 

She looked up, staring at him for a terribly long moment before her hand threaded into his black hair, dragging him down into a messy, angry, desperate kiss. Every nerve in Kylo’s body woke, reacting to her touch, the feel of her lips against his, and the taste of whiskey on her tongue. 

“Fuck,” Y/N gasped softly, breaking away as he grabbed her waist to lift her onto the countertop. 

Her dress rode up around her hips, knees parting to make room for Kylo as he dragged her back to him, gripping her throat with his large hand. 

“You need to learn your place and stop fucking embarrassing yourself,” he hissed, his teeth sharp against the crest of her ear. 

She grabbed his free hand, bringing it to the flimsy panties she wore, letting him feel what the brief encounter had already done to her. 

“I think you like seeing me like that, professor.” Her teasing words made him groan against her lips, only deepening the kiss. For a moment, nothing but his wander touch mattered, fuelled by their tension and need for one another. Big, cold fingers pushed her panties aside to brush them through her slit, covering her pulsing bundle of nerves with her arousal. 

“You’re a fucking slut, you know that? Whoring yourself out to a professor whose life you keep making miserable.” A cry tore through Y/N as he pushed a finger into her, letting her walls spread around him. She trembled, she cried, she was ready to let go even as he kept mumbling degrading words. 

It was pathetic almost with how close she was to letting go already, but his touch gave her something she had been aching for ever since meeting him. She didn’t even care if he could tell what he was doing to her, all she wanted to focus on was the orgasm clashing through her without another warning.

Y/N choked on her cry, head rolling forward to rest against his broad chest. Kylo kept moving his fingers, prolonging the sensation for a few more seconds before finally pulling away from her, “So, what will it be? If you want me to fuck you, you’ll need to beg for it.”  

Something between a scream and a groan escaped Y/Ns lips. Kylo wasn’t about to give her anything without humiliating her first, to make this as painful as possible. Under normal circumstances, she’d leave, but now, her cunt aching and desperate, she would do anything for relief. 

“Please fuck me, I need you,” Y/N whined, looking up at Kylo with wide eyes.

“What are you?” His lips almost pulled into a smile, pleased with himself as he studied the dark patch that was only growing on her panties. 

“I’m a fucking slut, and I want you to fuck me,” she forced out the words, tears threatening to spill from her lashes. 

“That’s right. This is for my pleasure, not yours!”

In an instant, Kylo dragged her off the countertop before flipping her around to face away. He bent Y/N over the cold marble, pushing her head down and the fabric out of the way. 

“Jesus, you’re fucking soaked. You have no shame, do you?” 

When she tried to speak, he shoved two of his fingers in her mouth, silencing any protest. Hatred burned almost as bright as the lust she’d become enslaved to. It took everything — her dignity, her sense of self — until she was being railed over the counter in her enemy’s kitchen. 

Kylo’s hand muffled her scream as he fucked into her sopping entrance, her walls stretching to accommodate his size, dragging along every vein. Y/N’s eyes rolled back into her head, fingers clawing helplessly at the marble as he hit the spot inside that left her seeing stars. Every thought fractured into pieces, leaving nothing but the overwhelming sensation of pleasure as Kylo bruises her hips against the stone. 

“Kylo, fuck!” Y/N yelled as he brought his hands down to her waist, gripping the soft flesh in his fingers, pulling her body back to meet his, forcing himself impossibly deeper. 

“Such a slut for me. I like you much better like this than running your mouth and being a brat.” He emphasized the last word by slapping her ass, leaving a handprint that would remind her of her shame for days.  

She wanted to speak up, wanted to throw the mean words right back at him, but she couldn’t. No longer did she remember the simplest words, mind only focused on the feeling of taking his cock. He kept impaling her on him, ripping her apart with every thrust that only grew rougher and faster. 

“Please,” it was the only thing she could whimper, hating that her body was giving into his every command. He had won the upper hand, had forced her to kneel for him as he took what he was aching for - again and again. 

“Please what? What is it that you want, huh?” Darkness wrapped itself around her as Y/N pressed her eyes shut. Perhaps she’d finally find the strength to say something, to push back with the same spite he seemed to master. But she couldn’t, fuelled by shame, defeat, and a burning hot lust. 

“Let me cum, fuck, please.” Her orgasm was about to rip through her, making tears well up in her eyes. Kylo kept quiet, he only let go of an excited hum the second his big hand found her throat, cutting off most of her airstream. Y/N’s eyes snapped open, focusing on the big window that offered a reflection of their linked up bodies.

It was a sight so sinful, she couldn’t help but let go. Kylo kept fucking into her from behind, pushing her through her intense orgasm to get his own fill. 

Tears were streaked down her face, her body shuddering with shocks of overstimulation. The reflection in the glass was pathetic, fingers weakly clawing at the counter, trying to escape the man who was pumping her full of his seed until it was leaking down her thighs. Kylo’s hand was still heavy on her throat, even as he finally pulled out of her, watching his mess drip from her.

“Kylo,” she finally gasped out when his hand was off her neck, struggling to push herself up on her elbows.

He ignored the way she whimpered his name, pulling his black boxers up and lighting a cigarette. He leaned back against the opposite counter, watching as she tried to collect herself, forced to soak in the filth of her lust. To Kylo, she’d never looked better — eyes red and wet, legs trembling, and her smart mouth finally shut.

“Look at yourself,” he shook his head slowly before taking a long drag. 

Y/N pulled her dress down and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, trying to save the last glimpse of her dignity. It was exposing, being under the hard stare of his brown eyes, his cock still half hard and feeling his cum smearing between her legs. 

“Not running your mouth for once,” he mocked when she didn’t answer, wordlessly turning to the dark window. “The bathroom is down the hallway, clean yourself up before you leave, will you?”

Her breath hitched in her chest, wide eyes snapping back to his as if she didn’t believe the words he’d just spoken. But Kylo didn’t say another word, didn’t even offer her another glance as he poured himself a glass of water and then disappeared from her sight. 

Trembling legs forced her to move, to find the dark bathroom. Y/N couldn’t look at her reflection as tears blurred her vision once again, feeling even more humiliated and angry than before. Of course he wouldn’t ask her to stay. Of course he wouldn’t drop their fight just once to make her feel somewhat comfortable after offering herself to him. Of course he was still the asshole she’d once sworn to hate.

Slowly, she stepped back into the quiet hallway. Her eyes moved along the walls for a second, giving him another second to reappear and to pull her back towards him. But he didn’t, he left her alone and confused as her aching body finally carried her out into the night. 

[hazbinwhoree]

ADAM WITH A HEAVY BREEDING KINK WHEN???

Come Inside

Part 1/2 Part 2

A/N: This shit is absolutely sinful.

Adam’s breeding kink, much like his virginity kink, was rooted in his abandonment issues.

Normally, (Name) would feel a need to address that (therapy friend), but she couldn’t really care when he was inside of her, fucking her like he hated her.

Adam’s sex drive never failed to impress her. They’d already had sex that morning, and they were just watching a movie when suddenly he was on her again.

“Adam,” she giggled as he sucked on her neck. “We literally had sex two hours ago.”

“Not my fault you’re so fuckin’ sexy, babe,” Adam said against her neck. He continued marking her, one hand slipping under her shirt and fondling her breast, and one hand travelling down to rub between her legs over her sweatpants.

(Name) moaned. Adam removed his face from her neck and connected their lips in a passionate kiss. (Name) slipped her fingers under the base of Adam’s mask and pulled back. She looked at him, the question in her eyes. Can I? Adam nodded after a moment.

(Name) pulled his mask up and over his head, discarding it on the floor. (Name) smiled, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling his head forward to kiss him again. Adam kissed back with vigor, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

The hand fondling her breast pinched her nipple, and the hand that was rubbing between her legs suddenly slipped under her sweatpants and panties.

(Name) gasped, throwing her head back. Adam licked down the column of her neck. He slid two slender fingers into her, and (Name)’s breathing became heavier. He scissored his fingers experimentally before adding a third.

(Name) sighed, her head falling forward and resting her forehead against Adam’s.

Adam didn’t spend long loosening her up before shedding his own pants and boxers. (Name) began to tug her sweatpants down until Adam got impatient and yanked both her sweatpants and panties down to her ankles. (Name) kicked them off.

Adam sat down on the couch, manspreading and showing off his dick. “Come here, baby,” he patted his lap. (Name) crawled over and into his lap, his erection pressing against her pussy. She briefly realized they both still had their shirts on.

Adam seemed to realize it too. “We’re fucking like Winnie the Pooh.”

(Name) giggled, but it quickly became a quiet moan when Adam squeezed her tits, swiping his thumbs over her nipples. She ground down against his dick and they both moaned. She raised herself on her knees to allow Adam to line himself up with her opening.

Once he did, she sank down, letting out a gasp as he stretched her once again. “Ride it,” Adam demands, grabbing her ass. (Name) did, for about a minute, before her pace slowed down as her legs got tired. Adam got impatient, squeezing her ass and thrusting up into her, fast and hard.

It caught (Name) off guard, who cried out. She held onto his shoulders like her life depended on it, as Adam fucked her like he was mad at her.

So was his pace usually.

Tears brimmed at the corners of (Name)’s eyes. “Fuck,” she hissed. Adam stared at her intently. “Yeah? Does this feel good, babygirl?” (Name) whined. She loved when Adam talked during sex, he was always so dirty.

“Is my cock filling your pussy just right? God you’re so hot, you make me want to put a baby in you.” (Name) gasped, nearly reaching her peak. “Gonna cum so deep inside you.”

(Name) came, clenching around Adam’s dick. His thrusts slowed as she squeezed him, the tightness pushing him over the edge. He snapped his hips upwards, burying himself to the hilt, and came inside of her.

(Name)’s stomach grew warm. She panted, moving to get off of Adam, but he grabbed her hips and pushed her back down on his dick. (Name) let out a strangled moan, overstimulated. Adam held her in his lap, keeping her plugged with his cock.

“Can’t waste any of my cum,” he told her, smirking. “I was serious. I’m gonna put a fucking baby in you.”

[hyperfixatedbastard]

how to get the First Man™ out of bed

Soft!Adam x GN!Reader

Turns out the 'First Man' himself is actually super clingy. And he is a big baby when it comes to getting up in the mornings. Good luck convincing him to get his ass outta bed!

Word Count: 1.1k

WARNINGS: mentions of sex, implied sexual content, withholding sex, kissing (it's still SFW!)

A/N: Here is the Adam x Reader fluff, finally! I didn't mean for this to have so much sex-adjacent content but I think that's just too integral to Adam's character lmao. It's still SFW though so it's fineee. I didn't mean for the 'withholding sex' part to be manipulative, it's all fun n' games here, so apologies if it comes across as too serious. (It was originally 'one week', not 'one day' - I changed it just in case lol)

Dividers

Beneath the douchebag exterior of the First Man™, Adam’s really just a big ol’ softie. Just deep, deep, deep down. It took a long time to find that part of him, but as his partner, you’re one of the only people that even knows this side of him exists.

One thing you really hadn’t expected from the man is how clingy he can get—it probably has something to do with the abandonment issues, but you’ve never tried to broach that subject. It’s currently early in the morning, and Adam doesn’t seem to plan on letting go of you anytime soon. You’re cuddled up with him in bed, his mask and robes absent as he sleeps. His wings are wrapped around you like a protective blanket. And now you have to try and convince his stubborn ass to get the fuck up. You’ve already been awake for about fifteen minutes, hoping your boyfriend will wake up on his own, but of course, that’s not going to happen. 

Getting Adam out of bed is always a struggle. Despite the promotion of Heaven as the ‘perfect place’ with ‘no bad days,’ there’s still a schedule to abide by, and angels still need sleep. And Adam really hates those damn schedules, and loves his beauty sleep. There are a multitude of ways to try and get him out of bed, and every morning is a guessing game to see which one will work.

1. Be sweet and try to gently encourage him to get out of bed.

“Adam, babe,” you murmur softly, opting for a gentle approach this time around. You pat his arms where they’re wrapped securely around your waist—you would try to get a look at his face, but he’s spooning you from behind and giving you absolutely zero wiggle room. “You gotta get up, we have shit to do.”

“Mm…fuck off,” Adam grumbles, only tightening his hold on you and nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck. Which was about what you expected.

2. Be a little assertive.

“Adam, c’mon,” you warn in an attempt to convince him to get the fuck up. “I’ve already given you an extra fifteen minutes.”

“Then gimme fifteen more,” he insists, his voice sounding almost whiny. His childishness would be adorable if you didn’t actually have shit to do today. 

3. Be a little more assertive.

You sigh. It’s never easy with this asshole. “Adam.”

The angel in question makes a little ‘mmpf’ sound into your back.

“Get the fuck up.”

He doesn’t even respond this time—he just holds you tighter, his wings copying his arms and trapping you in his embrace.

4. Bribery.

Actually, fuck no. You refuse to bribe him again. He’s already gotten that out of you several times before, getting anything from sex to food to picking what movie you two watch that night (you’ve watched Die Hard three times this week alone)

No, this is a game you are not losing this time.

5. Threats.

“Okay, you’ve got three options,” you offer, your voice less stern than your last attempt but not as soft as your first. “One: you get up.”

Adam makes another noncommittal little grunt of acknowledgment.

“Two: you don’t get up, and Lute breaks into our apartment again to drag your ass out of bed.”

He lets out a sound that sounds kind of like a chuckle, but it’s muffled against the back of your neck, so it’s hard to tell. But he’s clearly not intimidated by the warning.

“Three: you don’t get up and we don’t fuck tonight.”

That gets him. He tenses up for a moment before scoffing in disbelief. “Yeah, right, like you could go a day without this dick.”

A smirk pulls at your lips. You’ve got him now. “Try me.”

Adam’s silent for nearly a full minute. He has a much higher libido than you, and he knows you’d be fine without sex for a day. Him, on the other hand? He’s got a high sex drive and is downright spoiled. 

You’re worried he’s fallen back asleep, but eventually, he sighs. His wings unfurl and his grip around you loosens, though not letting go entirely. “Fineee,” he groans dramatically. “But only because I don’t wanna deprive you of my amazing dick.”

You chuckle and turn to face him, now that you have the ability to actually move. His hair’s all messy, as it usually is, and his golden eyes are just barely cracked open. 

“Oh, how generous of you,” you joke, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. He instinctively pushes his face into your palm ever so slightly. 

“I know, I’m fucking great,” he agrees, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He knows you were being sarcastic, but he’ll turn damn near anything into a compliment that strokes his ego.

You just roll your eyes at his response, albeit fondly. He’s a dumbass, but he’s your dumbass.

“Alright, you big baby, time to get up,” you tease, moving to sit up before his arms tighten around you once more, pulling you back down.

“Hey—” you start, but are immediately cut off by a pair of lips on yours. His lips move slowly and languidly along with yours, and you’re all too happy to reciprocate.

You sigh into the kiss, unable to stop yourself from smiling against Adam’s lips. There’s a big difference between your usual hungry, eager make-outs and the sweet, lazy kisses you get when he’s all soft and sleepy. Both are great, but you really savor these tender, gentle moments with him. In the mornings, he’s too tired to keep up that arrogant ‘too cool for all that mushy, affectionate shit’ persona. And while you love him all the time, sleepy Adam definitely holds a special place in your heart.

He’s smiling when he lets you pull away. The kiss wasn’t a particularly long one, but you could’ve let it go on forever. But you’d be one hell of a hypocrite if you stayed in bed just to kiss your boyfriend after making such a point to get his ass out of bed.

“Now are you ready to get up?” you ask softly, still basking in the warmth of his embrace and the memory of his lips on yours.

“Mm…” Adam hums in consideration. His smile quickly turns to a smirk as he tightens his hold on you yet again and wraps his wings around you. “No.”

“Oh, for the love of—”

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

Needless to say, you do not stay true to your word about the consequences of Adam not getting out of bed. And Lute does, in fact, break into your apartment half an hour later to be confronted with a sight she sees far too often for her liking. 

Fuck him for being so damn stubborn. Literally.

Taglist - @3sire-777

[whimsicalpolitical]

i feel like you would write such a good moment of matty treating y/n like she’s dumb but in that condescending teasing way where he’s almost amused ya know? like mockingly pouting back at her when she whines 🤭🤭

thanks so much! 18+ mdni, thigh riding because i loveee

it started at dinner.

you knew you were fucked the second he stepped out of the bedroom. his hair still damp from the shower, a cigarette pinched between his teeth, fitted black trousers and a soft blue polo that clung in all the right places. he hadn’t even done the top button. just left it loose like he didn’t know what that would do to you.

he looked dangerous. smug and golden under the restaurant lights, rings catching on his glass of wine, eyes flicking to yours every time you shifted in your seat. his hand was on your thigh almost as soon as you sat down, warm and heavy under the tablecloth, sliding higher every time you spoke. he had the whole night to watch you squirm.

“you need to behave,” he murmured at one point, voice low enough that only you could hear it, thumb pressing just inside your inner thigh.

your legs were shaking and your panties were embarrassingly soaked and you’d stopped listening to anything the table was talking about.

matty had just smirked, leaned in close to kiss your cheek like he hadn’t just dragged his thumb across the dampest part of your knickers. “pathetic.”

—

and now you’re here.

straddling his thigh in the soft flicker of the living room lamp, skirt bunched around your waist, hands braced on his shoulders. he hasn’t touched you since you got home. not really. just sat down, legs spread, and nodded toward his thigh like it was a throne.

“as needy as you were, you only deserve this,” he’d said, lighting up a cigarette with the same casual air he wore at dinner. “if you’re good, i’ll think about fucking you.”

that was- god, that was ages ago now.

you’ve been grinding slow and steady, chasing it with every shaky roll of your hips. the friction of his trousers is maddening, firm beneath your soaked panties, and every time your clit brushes just right, you gasp like it’s the first time. but you still haven’t tipped over. still clenching and whining and panting through your teeth.

“not very efficient, are you?” he drawls, lips twitching into something cruel and fond as he takes another drag. “been at it how long now?”

you whimper, pressing down harder. “matty.”

he pouts at you. mocking. soft little frown like he’s devastated on your behalf. “what is it, darling? can’t get off without me?”

you shake your head, frustrated tears pricking at your eyes. “i can, it’s just- ugh.”

“i disagree with you. i think i spoil you too much.” his free hand lifts, lazy fingers brushing your flushed cheek. “i always give you what you want. always get you off and now you can’t do it yourself.”

your body jolts again, hips stuttering as you find a better angle- just right, almost perfect. it drags a breathy gasp from your throat and matty grins, all teeth and heat. he leans in closer, cigarette hovering behind your back now.

“there you go. clever girl. took you long enough.”

you can’t answer. you’re already too far gone. hips rolling fast now, small broken moans spilling out between your lips as you grind down hard, thighs trembling.

his voice is a quiet hum beneath you, “making such a mess on my trousers now, look at you.”

but it slips. it slips. just as your muscles start to seize, just as your breath catches in that perfect little inhale, it fades like smoke, like it was never really there. and you let out a noise that’s all frustration and disbelief, dropping your forehead to his shoulder.

“no, no no no-“

matty laughs.

you want to cry.

“oh, baby,” he coos, pulling back to look at you. “you really are pathetic tonight.”

“shut up,” you hiccup, still trying, still grinding, even though your rhythm’s broken now. messy and too fast. it’s not working. it’s never going to work.

“s’not very nice, that.” he blows smoke over your shoulder, tuts softly. “m’bein’ generous. lettin’ you use me like this. and all i get in return is whining?”

you make another little sound, high and broken. he hasn’t touched you properly in hours and you’re aching with it. cunt fluttering uselessly against his thigh, thighs shaking, eyes wet.

matty leans in close, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “gonna cry ‘cos you can’t come, darling? is that where we’re at?”

you nod. miserably.

he hums, hands finally finding your hips, holding you down firm as he shifts his leg just a little. enough to make you feel it again.

“tell me what you need.”

“you,” you gasp, falling forward, nose brushing the curve of his throat. “need you, matty, please, i can’t do it without you-“

“no, you can’t,” he says, “s’what i’ve been saying, love.“

you’re still panting against his throat, hips twitching like your body doesn’t know whether to keep going or give up entirely. your lip’s still caught between your teeth trembling now and matty’s got this look in his eye that makes your belly flip.

“please,” you whisper, barely there. “matty, please-“

he hums. not in a way that promises relief, but more like he’s mulling it over. maybe.

“please what, darling?” his thumb traces circles into your hipbone. “what exactly is it you want me to do?”

you whine. slump forward. it’s humiliating how little pride you’ve got left. “help me- just help me, i, please,” you huff the last beg.

matty clicks his tongue softly, and his hands tighten. one at your waist, the other sliding lower, slow and deliberate, fingers pressing into the crease of your thigh. “i’ll help you, then,” he says, “but you are gonna finish what you started.”

and then he shifts his leg, presses you down hard, not enough to hurt, just enough to feel, deep and blunt and perfect. you gasp out loud, hips jerking, the shock of it so good it almost knocks the breath from your lungs.

“there you go,” matty murmurs, lips dragging slow along your jaw as his hands guide you. “just like that. see? not so hard, is it?”

he’s barely moving you, really. just small pushes, coaxing your hips into that same rhythm again. but it’s enough. it’s better than enough. your thighs are shaking already and it’s barely been a minute.

you moan and his smile turns sharp against your cheek.

“keep goin’,” he says, and then his hands fall away.

just like that.

gone.

your body stutters. almost freezes up. like you don’t know how to move without him holding you there. but he doesn’t correct it, doesn’t reach back for you, just leans back into the couch, one arm thrown over the backrest like he’s settling in for a film.

“c’mon, love,” he tuts, watching you with a lazy grin. “don’t give up now.”

you try. you do. force your hips to keep rolling, fists curled in the fabric of his shirt. but it’s not right anymore. you can feel it slipping again, the angle too shallow, the pace off, the ache building without relief.

matty doesn’t miss a thing.

his eyes flicker down to your mouth, and then his thumb is brushing over your bottom lip.

“you’re so cute, baby,” he murmurs, half-laughing. “i absolutely ruined you.”

your breath hitches. you press your cheek into his palm.

“can’t just give you what you want though, can i?” he goes on, “cos that would prove my point.”

“i don’t fucking care about your point,” you snap or try to, but your voice cracks halfway through and it comes out choked. “just- please, please-”

matty laughs. full-body, delighted. you hate him.

“god, i love you like this,” he says, “you sound wrecked. so desperate to come.”

you glare at him, eyes glossy. your thighs are trembling from holding yourself up, and you don’t think you can take much more of the teasing. every nerve in your body is on fire, too close to the edge to even think straight.

matty sees it and finally, finally, he leans forward again.

his hand cups the back of your neck, fingers slipping into your hair as he pulls you in close. “alright,” he whispers, brushing his lips over your ear. “i’ve got you.”

and then his thigh shifts again, a sharp, perfect nudge, and his other hand finds your hips, pulling you down just right. you sob.

“there she is,” he breathes. “good girl. go on. take what you need.”

your hips fall back into it like they never stopped, rutting fast now, sloppier by the second. you’re so close it hurts, moaning into his throat, chasing every inch of pressure.

“fuck, fuck- matty, i’m-”

“you’re so easy. really? that’s all it takes for you?,” he murmurs, stroking down your spine, voice so low it’s almost a growl. “come on my thigh then. make a fucking scene about it.”

you do.

you come with a gasp that rips out of your chest, full-body and overwhelming, shaking and twitching through it while matty holds you down firm, coaxing every last pulse out of you.

when it’s over, you collapse in his lap like you’ve got nothing left. head on his shoulder, lips parted, body limp.

he kisses your temple, smiling.

“there we are,” he says. “finally stopped whining.”

[fluentmoviequoter]

A Picture of Happiness

Pairing: Adam Karadec x fem!cop!reader

Summary: When your robbery investigation and Karadec's missing persons case intersect, Morgan notices that there's more between you than professional collaboration.

Warnings: fluff, soft Karadec, Melon alert, case involving abduction and drug trafficking

Word Count: 2.2k+ words

A/N: The final scene is inspired by an idea posted by @venommie but I'm also planning a fic based more heavily on it!

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“Oh, no,” Daphne murmurs. She leans back, turning slightly to look into Lieutenant Soto’s office. “Our vic was robbed last weekend.”

Selena sighs, then raises her phone toward her ear. “I’ll bring in Melon.”

“Oz, what’s the latest on the car?” Karadec inquires as he returns to the bullpen with Morgan.

“Still waiting to hear back from the DMV,” Oz answers.

“Daph?”

“The victim was robbed just over a week ago,” Daphne explains. “Part of a string of B&E thefts slowly progressing from simple wallet snatching to larceny. Lieutenant is alerting Melon.”

“Fantastic,” Karadec grumbles. “Are we thinking that the B&E went south? Homeowner was there, they can’t graduate to murder yet, so they snatch him?”

“From that house?” Morgan clarifies, her brows raised. “Not a chance.”

“Even the most prepared people can get caught off guard,” Oz points out.

“He had a Glock in his nightstand, he wouldn’t have let someone get that far into his house, or that close to him, without fighting back. Was there any sign of that?”

“No, there wasn’t,” Daphne says. “CSU isn’t done cataloging the weapons, so we’re not sure if any are missing.”

“I don’t see this guy getting caught off guard,” Morgan muses. “Not by some stranger sneaking in through a loose window.”

“The neighbor who wouldn’t talk to us this morning is in interview 2,” Karadec adds. “Lawyered up, but I think he’s just covering his own-“

“I heard a cry for help,” Lieutenant Melon interrupts, smiling as he enters the bullpen.

“Yeah,” Oz deadpans. “That’s what this is.”

“Quite the robbery spree you’ve stumbled upon. Estimated $2 million in property losses, even higher insurance payouts if we don’t start recovering things soon.”

“What’s the MO?” Morgan asks, flipping through the missing persons' case file.

“Initially, broken window, a few little, moderate risk items stolen.”

Morgan looks up, surprised to hear a voice she doesn’t recognize. She looks at you, then at Melon, then Karadec, and back at you.

“Yesterday morning, reported robbery used a crowbar to pry open a sliding glass door and cleaned out the safe,” you continue. “No sign of forced entry into the safe, just the door.”

“Strange,” Daphne murmurs.

“So, what can the missus and I do for you?” Melon asks. “Solve your case?”

“Missus?” Morgan repeats. She notices how Karadec shifts, pushing his jaw out as he rubs his jaw. It’s evident that he wants to speak but stops himself.

“We’ve been undercover,” you explain. “Trying to get this guy to rob a new, naïve rich couple.”

“Translation: she’d never settle for Melon,” Selena interjects.

“Hey, I’m a catch,” Melon argues.

“More like someone would catch something from you,” Oz adds.

You smile, and when you lock eyes with Karadec, you both shake your heads.

“Yesterday’s robbery wasn’t the same thief,” Morgan interrupts. “The approach pattern was completely different.”

“Approach pattern,” Melon repeats softly.

You look over Karadec’s shoulder to their case board. Tapping the simple black band on your left ring finger, you mentally review the facts of the case. Adding a missing person to a robbery case means the criminal is progressing. If more than one criminal is working here, your job becomes harder.

“Bottom to top,” Morgan says. “Your average thief works from the bottom up. Makes it easier to rifle through drawers because you don’t have to close one to get to the next. That’s where we get the whole ripped apart scene cliché. Yesterday’s case – and our missing person – produced scenes that were relatively neat. Because… any guesses?”

“The perp worked top down,” you and Karadec answer together.

“Right!” Morgan snaps, turning toward the case board. “So, if we remove these two cases… That gives us one planner, someone unafraid to go straight from- what’d he take?”

“From which scene?” Melon inquires.

“Yesterday.”

“Uh…” Melon opens the case file and skims it quickly before he answers, “A pair of diamond earrings, a Degas copy, and a thumb drive. Total estimated value: $14,000.”

“The earrings are most of that,” you add. “Apparently the thumb drive was empty, because the report didn’t value it in any way.”

“No intellectual property,” Daphne agrees. “Then why steal it? Not like they’re expensive or hard to come by.”

“There is something on it,” you realize. “Something he didn’t want the police to know about.”

“Maybe something worth kidnapping someone for,” Karadec adds.

“Whoa,” Melon interjects, raising his hands. “That’s a bit of a jump. It’s a thumb drive owned by someone who is not your victim.”

“Interior,” you say.

Morgan nods excitedly while Melon turns toward you with a sigh.

“The Degas copy was ‘Interior,’ which depicts a meeting between a man and a woman. It’s tense, dangerous, also called ‘The Rape.’”

“Make the connection, dear wife,” Melon pleads.

Karadec tips his head to the side, holding Morgan’s attention with his reactions to how Melon speaks to you.

“Follow me,” you invite.

Karadec moves first, falling into line behind you. You walk into Melon’s office without asking permission, and he scoffs when Morgan and Karadec join you.

“Get over it, Walter,” you encourage, uncapping a marker to alter his board.

“Is this even in English?” Morgan inquires, squinting to read a sticky note.

“Ha, ha,” Melon mutters. “What are we doing here?”

“This,” you answer, circling an address on the board. “The robbery from yesterday. Compare this address to the one of your missing person.”

Karadec’s eyes bounce around the board as he thinks. “454,” he realizes. “They’re a number apart, and the street names are just a few letters off.”

“As if someone had part of an address and was looking for something specific,” Daphne adds.

“And covering their tracks by taking something worth missing,” Oz says.

“He was looking for the thumb drive,” you deduce.

“Why?” Morgan asks. “None of our suspects – none of yours, either – have a clear connection to the victim.”

“Where was the Degas purchased?” Selena asks.

“Art dealer in downtown LA,” Daphne answers.

“Maybe someone should go look for another,” she suggests.

“Like a well-to-do married couple?” you ask, smiling.

“Precisely what I was thinking.”

“Well done,” Karadec says.

“Thank you,” you reply. “Now, if you’ll all excuse me, I need to feign an interest in impressionist art with my husband.”

Morgan’s eyes widen as she watches Karadec. He doesn’t react as before; instead, he lets you take his hand and lead you out of the office. There’s no sense that he doesn’t want you to touch him, no second-guessing of your intentions, or startled expression. He’s used to that, she realizes.

“So, what’s the deal with Karadec?” Morgan asks, back in the Major Crimes bullpen.

“What do you mean?” Daphne replies.

“He was ready to knock Melon’s teeth out. Followed a certain officer out of here like a lovestruck puppy.”

“Notice that, did you?” Oz interjects.

“What am I missing here?”

“I thought you were supposed to be the smart one,” Daphne teases.

“Karadec just texted,” Selena calls. “They found something.”

“Need backup?” Oz asks.

Selena chuckles rather than answering, and Morgan slaps her legs.

“Seriously, what am I missing? Are they some kind of dream team or something?”

“What did you see?” Selena asks.

“Karadec longing for her, but- wait. Seriously?”

“Can neither confirm nor deny,” Oz answers. “But the first part wasn’t that hard to notice.”

“What do you see?” Karadec asks softly.

“Some of these frames are hollowed out,” you whisper. “There’s more than paintings in here, but before we start talking, we need to know what it is they’re moving.”

“Drugs or money.”

“Isn’t it always?”

“Cover me,” you request.

Karadec nods, straightens his shoulders, and buttons his blazer as he walks toward the man at the desk. You walk toward the back of the store, pretending to look at the paintings as you locate the cameras overhead. Directly beneath one of the lenses, you bend your knees to lower, then run your fingers along a delicately beaded frame. Slipping your fingers over the corner, you examine the narrow slotting in the wood. When you run into a small plastic pouch, you pull your hand back and look at your fingers. The white powder on them could be wood or printing materials, but it’s not likely.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” you apologize as you return to Karadec’s side. “There’s just so much to see… to do.”

“Your husband was telling me that you’re a fan of Degas,” the man whose nametag reads Antonio states with a smile. “We’ve got no shortage of quality prints.”

“I saw my favorite at the back,” you reply. “They’re beautiful, very well done. We were actually referred here. One of our friends who shares our appreciation for arts, and its many influences, mentioned that his friend Leonard loved your service and the purchases he’s made.”

“Leonard is one of our best customers,” Antonio responds. “Any friend of Leonard’s is a friend of ours. Perhaps I could walk you through a bit of the influences we’re passionate about here.”

“We’d love that,” Karadec agrees, smiling at you as he traces his finger down your finger beneath your wedding ring.

“Two cases closed in one afternoon,” you muse as you fall into your seat. “Drug running secrets stolen, people abducted to procure more product, the American dream. You’re welcome.”

“We helped solve your case too,” Daphne points out.

You crack one eye open before you argue, “I had to pretend to be Mrs. Walter Melon for no reason.”

“You deserve a medal,” Oz says, shuddering for emphasis.

“You also pretended to be married to Karadec, no?” Morgan asks.

You turn toward her, then look at Oz and Daphne. “She doesn’t know?”

“We’re not legally or morally permitted to tell anyone,” Daphne replies.

“Under threat of bodily harm,” Oz adds.

“Promise of bodily harm,” Karadec corrects. “And, no, Morgan, we weren’t pretending for that part.”

Morgan’s jaw drops, and she turns quickly to look between you and Karadec. She’s observant and brilliant, so you fully anticipated that she would have figured out your relationship status already.

“Breathe a word of it to anyone,” Karadec warns.

“Yeah, yeah, bodily harm, I caught that.” She leans toward you and whispers, “I have so many questions.”

“No.”

“Wasn’t talking to you Karadec.”

He hums, repeats, “No,” and tosses you his keys.

You wave over your shoulder, and Morgan’s excited chattering seems to follow you through the station.

Karadec watches you, spinning his ring on his finger. You feel his eyes on you but don’t say anything as you prepare dinner. When the food is in the oven, you wash and dry your hands, then walk toward Karadec. He looks up at you from his seat, and you smile.

“You’re brooding,” you point out.

“I don’t brood,” he argues.

You hum and move between his knees and the coffee table. Karadec leans back, spreading his knees apart so you can stand comfortably between his legs.

“Want to talk about it?” you ask.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve been waiting to all day.”

“Save the sarcasm, Adam.”

He lifts his brows, barely containing his smile as he lifts his hands to your thighs.

“Are you jealous?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I know he does it just to get under my skin.”

“Then don’t let him,” you encourage, rubbing your hands down your husband’s forearms.

“Not that easy,” he argues.

“Yes, it is. He’s Melon, and I come home with you. Whatever he says or does, just ignore him.”

Karadec nods, and you scratch your fingernails gently over his wrists.

“I love you,” you say.

“I love you.”

“I also threatened to punch Melon today.”

“Should’ve carried through,” Karadec muses. “Sorry for letting him in my head. It’s been a weird few days.”

“I get it. No hard feelings. As long as you’re not grumps.”

“Did you just say ‘grumps'?”

You smile, and Karadec shakes his head as he tugs your hips forward. Before you can catch yourself, he pulls your knee to his side so you drop into his lap.

“Ah,” you murmur. “You don’t like that Melon acts all soft and loving when we’re undercover and you think you have to do it in private.”

“I thought you were a good detective.”

You inhale, playing up your offense at his taunting. Before you can reply, Karadec slips his hand beneath your shirt and rests it against your waist. Lifting your hand, you cup his jaw and lean toward your husband.

“Have anything else you need to talk about?” you inquire softly. “A case? Personal stuff?”

“No,” Karadec answers. “Not right now.”

“Right. No talking.”

Karadec nods, pulling you closer. “That sounds like a good idea.”

You smile, then kiss your husband. He holds your waist in one hand and cups the back of your head in the other while you hold his face, brushing your thumb over his beard and up to his cheekbone. Moments like these are your favorite, and make you remember why you love Karadec so much.

Although your relationship may not be common knowledge, you’re happy, content, and secure. The quiet nights after the long, hectic days make it all worth it. No one notices or questions why you carry around hand sanitizer and keep an eye on Karadec during joint operations. You appreciate the privacy, but they’re missing out on a picture of happiness, love, and pure joy.

[jinkiezzsstuff]

LAYING NEXT TO ADAM IN HIS HOSPITAL BED AFTER EP 8 AND NOT BEING ABLE TO SLEEP SO JUST PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR??

LOVE YOU LOTS, FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS IF YOU WANT 💗💗💗

yesssssssssss i love this it’s so cute, i did it a lil short sweet and lovelyyyyy sorry it took awhile but i hope you enjoy it!

warnings: none really, descriptions of injuries, swearing and that’s about it, short drabble! gn reader w no psychical description, a little bit of a weird ending? didn’t know how to tie it off

You and Adam have always had an odd relationship, you would have moments of really open closeness followed by acting like it never happened. You were comfortable with this because the idea of anything more serious scared you, it wasn’t like heaven was keen on hookups or lust, which meant any relationship led to marriage. So you would ignore your desires and longing, and instead focus on working alongside him.

Adam was of the same mind, he couldn’t hook up with you because it felt wrong to use you like some sinner when he actually liked you. You were always there to listen, telling him that he had every right to hate Lucifer for taking his wives; which he knew but always needed to hear from others, just to reaffirm. Of course he was too afraid to start anything serious with you when the furthest he got was some open communication and occasional dirty jokes shared between you two. There wasn’t any room for him to have a third heartbreak especially when he was now in closer proximity with the devil himself.

That’s why it was a shock when he watched you decend from above spear in hand, wings fluttering lusciously around you. You came back for him, you saw Lucifer and chose to protect him. As you sat alongside him keeping him alive while you could, Lucifer attempted to coax you on his end. “Can’t you see the things he’s done? He’s the devil.” Lucifer boomed holding his daughter. “Cmon we have a good cause here!” - “Saving him means killing others, that’s not very angelic on you.” - “The first man only uses women to fuel his ego and get him off, cocksleaves he uses and forgets. How’s it feel to be that silly little strumpet?”

No matter the harsh line the devil hissed out at you as you tearfully held Adam’s wound, using all the magic you had to keep him alive, and ignoring the taunts and tempts Lucifer spoke. Thankfully what felt like eternity ended, and now you sat alongside the man himself, staring at his paled face. You’d never seen Adam’s face before, Lute wasn’t as strict you’d seen her plenty, but Adam was always skeptical of letting you see him.

You never knew about the exterminations, and although you weren’t entirely pleased he lied, and killed, you justified it by reminding yourself of all the rapist, murders and weird child diddlers that he wiped out of existence. Staring at the side of Adam’s face you admired the ride burns that climbed down his face and the little patch of hair that accentuated his chin.

Leaning onto the bed, you softly and timidly brought your hand up to his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his skin against your hand. Gently you caressed his face, trailing all around and up to his hair. You carefully brushed your fingers through his spiked and messy hair, scratching his scalp gently as you did.

A sigh of content escaped you as you began to play with his hair, twirling it and brushing it back away from his pretty face. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you died, dumbass. I would’ve regret so much, but now that you’re here and okay I’m just as afraid to say.” You whispered to him quietly, watching his face as his muscle naturally moved and spasmed every once and awhile. He had been out a few days now, a medically induced coma until he healed internally, which was the hardest thing to witness.

Everyday you came and spent some time here with Lute, then Lute would leave and you would stay keeping him company. Sliding up on the bed with him, you situated yourself beside him, your wings curling around him like a safety blanket, head rested on his chest. You cradled his head continually toying with his hair while you gazed off into space, eyes watering as you did so.

You woke up to the doctor entering the room, scolding you for impeding on the patients space, and then happily explained the next plan of action. He was going to be weened off the medication and would hopefully be awake within the week then it was normal wound care from there.

The pattern for the week didn’t change, accept you found yourself enamoured with his hair and face in general, who could blame you, you’ve only seen it now after all these years. You waited everyday to see his eyes flutter open, pinning over the multitude of fantasies you had in your head when he did so. However it was as magical when the day came.

You had his wing over your lap one Saturday, humming a tune stuck in your head as you carefully preened his feathers. Some were still covered in char from the day, leaving a weird nostalgic feeling within you, but not the good kind.

You glanced over at him as his leg twitched violently, his wings puffing along with it. You watched his eyelids flutter just barely, his eyes moving rapidly behind them. Careful not to disturb him, you dragged your fingers through his hair, this time however, Adam’s skin prickled with goosebumps and his body twitched. “Adam?” You whispered, hope evident in your voice as you leaned in closer, investigating his facial expressions.

Adam shifted more at your voice his golden irises finally opening to meet your own. Your stomach lurched at the sight, tears gathering as you got overwhelmed by joy. “Holy fuck Adam!” You cried keeling over into his chest with a sob. Adam still lost, didn’t know what to do, and quite honestly couldn’t fully register who you were to him at the moment. After a second you pulled away gripping his cheeks softly between your hands, Adam looked at you eyes tired feeling sleepless. Finally it clicked, and the heart monitor kicked up with his beats, he nearly died.

“What the fuck?” Adam muttered confused, his voice hoarse and grainy from the lack of use. Tears continued to fall from your eyes as Adam cleared his throat, his own eyes manically hopping from object to object around the room. “You’re one dumb motherfucker yknow that? Fighting Lucifer!? God,” You shook his head gently to emphasize your anger with his decision. Adam only grinned lazily up at you with lidded eyes, his heart rate increasing as he did so.

“Woah, am i in heaven? Because you’re an angel.” Adam slurred out smirking smugly as he did. You gaped at him, he only giggle jubilantly his arms raising slowly to slowly pull you into a hug. You met his movements and fell into his hug with ease mind still trying to comprehend everything. “God you’re an idiot you know that?” You mumbled into his flesh, pushing yourself further into his chubby peck. “Yea babe but that’s why you love me.”

You let out a noise between a scoff and a chuckle before agreeing. “Very true, not even the devil could change that.” Adam tensed at the mention of Lucifer, but his brain tracked back to the day of thee extermination where you decended into hell just for him, to save him. Adam remembered all the things Lucifer was slinging at you, the snake was really trying his hardest to make you fall. “What’d you think of Lucifer?” Adam dared to ask, all the groggy wooze leaving him, focusing all his energy on you agaisnt him. “Nothing special, i was too busy tryna save you.”

Adam’s heart fluttered as did his wings, puffing out and subtly jittering happily. Pulling your head up from his chest you looked down at him positioning yourself over his lips. Adam thought he may have been kidding himself, still in his coma dreaming all this up. “Alright dickhead, i’m going to kiss you, then we’re gonna get the doctor in here and get your ass home, and you’re going to tell me why the hell you kept all that extermination shit from me.” You grit out strictly, a smile on your face as you did. He always secretly found it hot when you tried bossing him around, it stroked his ego when he could talk back to you and get into little competition for dominance and control.

However, Adam really didn’t feel like fighting, nor missing the option for a kiss, so with a smug smirk he puckered his lips and closed his eyes, almost expecting you not to actually kiss him. You smashed your lips against his, flattening his puckered lips and making him gasp with shock. Adam didn’t waste time to recover, messily mashing his tongue into your mouth, sighing at the feeling of you on his tongue. After a few moments of intertwined bliss you pulled away with a warm smile. “You really wanna fuck around with the original dick?” Adam urged a cocky look in his eye, but a part of you knew this was just his way of confirming you wanted him. “Yes i do, i have no clue why the others left for Lucifer when they had you. After all, without a nose, what supposed to bump your clit during head?” Adam sat up with excitedly, wincing at the pain. “Right?!” The exclamation made you grin, and with a pat on the chest you stood, ready to grab the doctor.

[lqveharrington]

Favorite | L.M.

summary: Ever since God created Adam and Lilith, Lucifer has been visiting Earth more often. You decided it was time to do something about it.

pairing: Archangel! Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim!Reader

includes: heavy angst, fluff at the end and sprinkled in, cursing, passing out, mentions of some kind of self injury (not necessarily, idk how else to put it), that’s basically it.

a/n: MORE HAZBIN BRAINROT !!!!!

The Father in Heaven seemed to have favorites between his creations and those who rule in Heaven. Lucifer was God’s favorite out of all the angels. But, you just weren’t one of them. Lucifer was beautiful. And while you were made to be an equal of Lucifer, he always was favored over you. The father arranged a marriage between you and Lucifer, hoping something even more beautiful would come from it.

During the relationship, you both learned to love each other, but then God did something terribly cruel to you. He created Adam and Lilith. To humanity, that seemed amazing. But to you? It meant Lucifer would go down to Earth and spend more time with God’s newest creations than you.

While you spent meetings to meetings with the other Archangels about the new creations, Lucifer would speak to Lilith about his own creations, getting closer with each day that passed. Soon enough, there would be days where you wouldn’t see Lucifer and nights spent crying. Eventually, you became numb to the Heavens. You stopped trying to be the best out of the remaining angels created. No, you let yourself do whatever it was to feel numb. Which included getting the fuck away from Lucifer Morningstar.

“Good morning.” Lucifer smiled at you as he entered the kitchen. It was rare to see him home, but who were you to stop him? “Everything smells delicious, my love.”

You hum, feeling him kiss your temple. “There’s a plate ready for you on the counter.”

“Did I tell you about yesterday? Down on Earth?” There it was. You shook your head, sipping on the coffee. “Lilith helped me create one of the animals in the garden, and they are quite adorable! They were—“

“Lucifer, I have to go.” You dump the rest of your coffee out and leave for the door. “You can tell me later, m’kay?”

He nodded, watching you with curiosity. “Are you alright?”

You gave him a strained smile, “I’m fine.”

And with that, you left. You didn’t return for about a month. Lucifer didn’t realize that you were gone until the second night, still spending most of his time down on Earth than his own shared home with you. No one knew where you went or what you did while you were gone, but when you came back, you were… Different, in multiple ways.

“Where have you been?” Emily appeared by your side, holding onto your arms. “The angelic council was worried! Lucifer was worried! Thank the father you’re alright.”

You ran your fingers through her hair, “I’m fine, don’t worry about me. I’m just… Working on something.”

“Don’t leave again, please. The council can’t agree on anything with you gone.” Emily squeezed your arms, watching you flinch at the action. “You’re okay, right?”

You nod, separating from the young Seraphim. “Do you know if Lucifer is down on Earth or up here?”

She tilted her head, “I think he’s up here? He heard that you came back today and wanted to check in on you before heading down to Earth.”

Great, you were an afterthought. “Okay, thank you.”

For the first time in your time created, you didn’t want to comply with the father’s commands. No, you wanted to separate yourself from the Heavens and make way for new angels to take over. But you couldn’t. Not while being married to Lucifer.

“Luce?” You enter your home, looking at the framed pictures of your wedding day on the walls. “Emily told me you were home… I just needed to—“

“Where were you?” He came from your shared bedroom, eye bags worse than ever. “I searched the Heavens for you, and you weren’t anywhere.”

His tone sent shivers down your spine, “Lucifer, I was—“

“Do you not realize how horrible it was when Micheal told me you weren’t attending any of the meetings? Or how bad it was when I would come home to find you missing every night?” He spoke with a raised voice, making you flinch at the impact. “I spent nights crying to Lilith over you—“

That. That made you snap. “Shut up about Lilith, Lucifer! All I hear about these days are only about you and Lilith! I don’t fucking care about how she is or what she did that day! You know, she’s the reason I fucking left.”

“How the fuck was it her fault?” He seethed, watching you stand your ground. “Tell me, why did you leave?”

“Because you love her!” You shout as the picture on the wall falls, a crack appearing in between. “You love her, Lucifer. Ever since God created Adam and Lilith, you have spent more time with her than your own wife. I’ve spent nights crying over you! I hate that God favors you! I hate how you can get away with any fucking thing and still be his stupid favorite!” You hold onto the kitchen counter as your mind spins, glaring at the ring adorning your left hand. “You want to know where I’ve been, Lucifer? Ask your father.” You push off and slam the door of your shared bedroom, leaving the Archangel alone.

Lucifer stood stunned at the confession. He never loved Lilith… He only went down to Earth to share what love truly felt like, what he felt with you…

“Y/N!” He knocked on the door rapidly, hearing shuffling coming from the other side. “Listen, I don’t love her! I never did! I—“ He froze when he heard items clutter to the floor. “Y/N?” Lucifer took the handle and jiggled until it popped open, peering inside the room. He looked at the clothing packed in your luggage before finding you passed out on the ground. “Shit, Y/N.”

You groaned when you woke up, the pounding feeling in your head becoming louder with every second passed. You looked over to your right, blinking the sleep away when you saw a figure by your side.

“Luce, what are you— Fuck.” You drop your head back down and shut your eyes, feeling your heartbeat louder than usual.

Lucifer snapped his eyes up at you, the hand rubbing yours coming to rest on your shoulder instead. “Hey, you’re alright. We’re at home. Don’t strain yourself please.”

“What happened?” You murmured, doing your best to not lean into his warmth.

“You passed out, my love.” He gave you a sad smile, sighing at the marks all over your body. “Where were you during that month?”

“Lucifer—“

“No, tell me.” His voice made your eyes open, glancing at his golden eyes with guilt. “I know all these marks on your body weren’t from Heaven.”

Your eyes well up, “I’m sorry. I went down to Earth and—“

“Why?”

“Because I thought if I was like…” You pause. Why did you go down to Earth? You were a Seraphim, you didn’t need to be validated by an Archangel. Yet, you felt like you needed to be. “I thought if I was like Lilith, then you would spend more time with me.”

“Darling,” He cupped your face, brushing off the fallen tears. “You’re the only one I love. You don’t need to change yourself for me.”

You choke back a sob, hands coming up to hold his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I thought you weren’t—“

He hushed you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t make enough time for you. I… I knew I should have explained a bit more as to why I was on Earth more.”

You let more tears fall before subsiding, pushing up from the bed. “Why were you down there for long periods of time?”

“I was asking Lilith for help to make creatures for you.” He held your hands as he sat on the bed with you, watching your curious face. “I’m sorry I kept myself away from you for so long, I just wanted everything to be perfect. I was going to tell you earlier—“

“—But I left.” Your eyes widen, making the guilt settle in your heart again. “I’m so sorry. I was blindsided…”

Lucifer squeezed your hands, “It’s okay, it’s partly my fault as well.” He let you move to his side, pulling you closer. “Do you want to see what I made for you?”

“Of course, Luce.” You sniffle and press a soft kiss to his jaw, watching the golden wisps float onto his hand and form into a fluffy animal. “Oh, they're cute!” The animal fell into your lap as it waddled up your lap, its yellow fluff tickling your skin as you picked it up. The animal flapped its wings which made you giggle. “What are they called?”

“Ducks.” He kissed your cheek, smiling at your enthusiasm. “They remind me of you. They’re very adorable and cute to look at, just like you.”

Your face warms at the compliment, “They remind me of you as well. Very clumsy.”

“Thank you, my love.” He chuckled, resting his hand on your hip. Lucifer kissed you on the head, “I’m sorry for worrying you, I didn’t mean to make you feel like I neglected you or found anything better. I don’t think I can do any better than you.”

You let yourself sink into his warmth, “Stop saying sorry, or else I’ll keep saying sorry, and it’ll never end.” Your eyes light up as the duck nestles into the crook of your arm. “But I’m sorry too.”

Lucifer frowned at the apology before biting back another one of his own, opting to tighten his hold on you instead. “I love you.”

You tilt your head up and meet his golden eyes, peppering his lips with soft kisses as his wings envelop the both of you. “I love you too, Luce.”

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[goldfades]

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ. NHL MASTERLIST !

♡ fluff ✪ angst ✧ suggestive

𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬

⇨ trevor zegras¹¹

soft launch ♡ instagram!au | y/n soft launches her and trev's relationship. |

friends (with benefits) ✪♡✧ | trevor had always hated your guts. you never knew what for, maybe it was your close friendship with his best friend, or maybe it was because he was jealous of you. that was until, he kissed you, of course. |

sloppy kisses ✧ | request: "CONSENSUAL recording with Trevor because they’re long distance? 🩶 " |

⇨ jamie drysdale⁶

butterflies ♡ | no one has ever made you feel the way jamie did. every day, jamie convinces you more and more that he loves you in different ways. |

𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬

⇨ sidney crosby⁸⁷

ice queen & her hockey player 19k words

controversially young gf (series) one, two, three

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬

⇨ adam fantilli¹¹

lets compare hands! ✧ | adam fantilli with a size kink |

⇨ kent johnson⁹¹

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬

⇨ jack hughes⁸⁶

everyone wants you, but i don't like a gold rush ✪✧ | y/n had always been in love with jack since she was a kid, but he had always chosen everyone else but her. |

in losing grip, on sinking ships, you showed up just in time ♡ | when you and jack had parted ways, somehow you both knew you'd meet again somehow. |

⇨ luke hughes⁴³

betty ✪ | a small incident at luke's draft party causes a whole lot of drama you never expected to happen. |

worst (best) first "date" [requested] ♡ | request: kind of have a specific request 🫣 im an ohio state fan so it also kinda pains me that i love luke hughes since i hate umich 😭 my request is reader being an osu student and long term devils fan, so when she goes to a devils game in columbus her friends dare her to make a sign for luke during warm ups that says something along the lines of “can i trade you a hat for a puck?” so when luke gives her a puck, she throws him an ohio state hat w her phone number on it. and he finds it really funny and actually ends up messaging her (and then you can end it how you want. fluff, smut, wtv) thank you <33 |

stress reduction [requested] ✧ | request: "shower s-x with luke hughes help" |

tightling ♡ request: "luke hughes + reader doing tiktok couple trends??" part two, part three?

sick ♡

⇨ nico hischier¹³

olive theory ♡ | you and nico have only been dating for 6 months but both of you are convinced you've found the one, and a certain theory proves you right. |

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬

⇨ quinn hughes⁴³

you are in love ♡ | 3 times that quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the 1 time he finally did. |

cowboy like me ✪ | you and quinn were destined to fail from the beginning. |

the big C [requested] ✧ | "quinn hughes x equipment manager reader smut? maybe it’s the start of the season so the reader is helping him get all his gear fitted and situated and she’s calling him “cap” and “captain” and he ends up feeling some type of way"

cocky ♡ summary | omg could you pls do quinn hughes + couple tiktok trends <3

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬

⇨ andrei svechnikov³⁷

[imagineanime2022]

S/O With Pretty Eyes And/Or Dimples

Kojiro Nanjo/Joe X Reader, Kaoru Sakurayashiki/Cherry X Reader, Ainosuke Shindo/Adam X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hiii i really love your sk8 the infinity headcanons can you please make a headcanon for joe cherry and adam with an s/o who has beautiful eyes just like gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen and has the cutest dimples please 🥺🙏

Warning: Spoilers for the first season of Sk8

Kojiro Nanjo/Joe

🍝 Joe is no stranger to good looking people, there are a number of different people, men and women that throw themselves at him but he had never found someone that he wanted to throw himself at. 🍝 At first he thought that it would pass, that it was just seeing something new but the more that he saw you around the more that he wanted to have you all to himself. 🍝 Now honestly despite the clear jealousy that he showed towards those that showed an interest in you, he never thought the same might be true for you given the attention that he was given, you might need to use your fans to your advantage. 🍝 Joe would often poke at your dimples when he was teasing under your eyes when he was reassuring you.

You had been helping Joe out in the restaurant the past couple of weeks, it had somehow become busier and he needed all the help that he could get. It seemed that you tending to the tables seemed to attract a different kind of crowd, more men taking an interest in the establishment then before.

There were two problems arising from this, the first being some female client refusing your service since we all know that you weren’t what they had come here for and the second being that the male clientele were far too flirty and definitely weren’t there for the food. At first he didn’t mind too much but when it became a common occurrence and now he was standing watching you interact and sell his menu like a pro while avoiding their advances. “Are you going to just stand there and glare, you gorilla?” Kaoru asked. “What are you talking about?” Joe asked as his eyebrow ticked, his attention drawn from you for a second to look at his friend. “Well it’s clear that they bother you.” Kaoru said calmly, “I’d much rather enjoy my meal without your grunting.” “What did you say!?” He asked, his outburst caused you to look over at him and giggled, you excused yourself from the table making your way towards him. “Is everything okay?” You asked. “Just fine dear.” Kaoru answered “just asking how you put up with this beast constantly.” “Kaoru…” Joe warned as you shook your head. “He’s fine just the way that he is.” You answered tapping his chest as you walked towards the bar getting the drinks that the men had ordered. “I’ll take those.” Joe said softly as he moved past you poking softly at the dimples forming from your smile. “Stop that!” You scolded him, as you waved away his hand, he smirked as he leaned down pressing a kiss to your cheek. “What are you doing?” “Nothing.” He answered but you could see his eyes on the table you had just walked away from. “Do not ruin your business over me.” You scolded him “I can handle them.” “You don’t need to handle them, in fact I’ll handle them and don’t worry about the business Kaoru brings enough to keep this place a float.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead before heading over to the table. “Gorilla.” Kaoru muttered, pressing the heel of his hands to his forehead as you giggled. “Sorry Kaoru.” You muttered. “It’s not your fault, trust me, he’s been like this for years, you are the first woman to bring it out of him though.” Kaoru explained as you both watched him put on a smile and serve the table.

Kaoru Sakurayashiki/Cherry

🌸 Cherry appreciated your beauty, everything from your dimples to your eyes and anything else that he noticed along the way, he wasn’t always good at saying these things out loud. 🌸 Carla would often be the one to compliment you, it would always make his eyebrow twitch, not to mention Joe getting under his skin by throwing you a few compliments. 🌸 You and Cherry honestly were the perfect couple doth in looks and interaction, it didn’t take long for you both to be living together and sharing your lives. 🌸 Cherry didn’t often get jealous of other people, in fact given his general vibe people very rarely approached you. All your antics came from inside your relationship.

You had been cleaning around the house while you waited for Kaoru to come home, you had been milling around the room. Since Langa had beaten Adam at Sk8, Cherry had been going through old pictures from school, you hadn’t noticed before but as you looked closer at the pictures he had left out you saw the piercing in his eyebrow and lip. “What are you doing?” Cherry asked as he walked over to where you were, you hadn’t paid attention, you didn’t hear him come in. “Just looking at your old pictures.” You answered honestly. “Oh those are not my best days.” He answered as he looked over your shoulder, you frowned. “What do you mean, I think you look very good in these, you know if I had known you then I still would have dated you.” You explained. “I’m sure.” He mumbled, you looked at him for a second before pulling him to the bed and prompting him to sit down. You settled in front of him pulling out your phone, you scrolled through an old album that had been saved to the cloud before showing him the phone screen. He looked down at the picture where you were smiling, full eyes closed, smiling, you looked happy. “Beautiful.” “Really?” You asked. “Of course.” He answered. “Even without the dimples?” You asked. “Huh?” He asked as he looked at the photo again, sure enough the dimples that now adorned your cheeks weren’t there. “I didn’t even notice.” “Mmm.” You hummed “now will you believe me when I say the same about you?” “That you didn’t notice?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, you narrowed your eyes before turning so that you were straddling his thighs. “That you were beautiful even despite the change.” You corrected “besides…” You leaned forward biting softly at his lip and pulling “it would have given me something to hold on to.” You hopped off the bed and headed out of the room. Kaoru watched you go, his face red as he looked down at the photo. Maybe putting in a ring for you every now and again wouldn’t be so bad. It’s the least he could do for you, giving him those stunning eyes and beautiful dimples.

Ainosuke Shindo/Adam

❤ He had nothing to worry about the moment that he started to pursue you, his standing in both the skating and business world meant that no one ever tried to challenge him. ❤ Adam honestly has very stunning eyes himself, you were both the talk of the town the moment that you started dating, the perfect couple according to the press and most of his business partner’s wives. ❤ Adam made a point of complimenting you and keeping you close at business parties and outings. ❤ You’d often go and watch him skate, he gave you a mask after the first time so that he’d be able to come over and scare off anyone who got too close to you without giving away either of your identity.

You were leaning against the wall watching Adam in his match against someone you hadn’t bothered to remember the name of, your attention was pulled from the screen when someone approached you “Woah! You're so cool, are you a skater!?” The kid asked, you raised an eyebrow, you recognised the second boy, the one that people were dubbing Snow. The one that had beat Adam before you started dating. “I don’t skate here.” You answered with a small smile. “Your eyes.” The kid, Snow said as he looked at them. “Pretty striking right?” You asked. “Pretty is one way to describe them.” You recognised that voice as Joe, one of the other skates and a childhood friend of Adam’s. “Is there something that I can help you all with?” You asked. “I just wanted to know how my friend was doing, I don’t know what these idiots are doing here.” Joe answered and you raised an eyebrow, eye catching Adam skating over the finish line first, his eyes easily finding yours in the crowd as he winked. “We were just trying to figure out if they were a skater.” The red haired kid defended himself and you shook your head stepping back away from the conversation and straight into someone's chest. “Now what’s going on here?” Adam’s voice said softly as he leaned down, his words sounding like they were spoken directly into your ear. “Just chatting.” You answered. “W-what!? Adam?” The Red haired kid asked. “You know them?” You asked. “Well you know I know these two…” He pointed to Joe and Snow. “This one I know in passing.” He pointed at the red head. “Huh.” You grunted.

Joe, Langa and Reiki looked at you, honestly now that you were standing with Adam, you were far more intimidating. The way that you both slotted into what seemed to be familiar roles, something practiced and comfortable, his chin resting on your shoulder and he talked directly to you and no one else, they couldn’t even hear what he was saying over the noise around them. Both your eyes glowing in the light as you looked down at them, they had to admit that you had a slightly softer look then Adam did but you were both still a formidable pair and Joe wondered how any business partners ever held your gaze long enough to make a deal.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked. “I think so.” He answered with a kiss to your cheek, he turned you towards the car as he waved over his shoulder. “Nice to meet you all!” You called as you left.

“Woah… That is what you call a power couple.” Reiki said as you both disappeared into the crowd. “Best to stay on their good side huh?” Joe asked. “Langa already beat Adam.” Reiki reminded him. “I don’t think either of them hold it against you.” Joe said as he turned away “just try not to give them a reason to hold anything else against you, either of you.”

Request Here!!

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

He’s actually adorable <3

Also BUY HIS SHIRT

[hazbinwhoree]

drunk adam. what kind of drunk is he, how would reader handle it? would they comfort him crying, hold him in a hug so he can't do dumb shit. i imagine it would be something like Adam walking off to yell at a street light. how is he calmed down? *points down* Adam look, boobs. *shook adam face* boobs! lute totally makes fun of him later

Drunk Adam Headcanons

Adam is an emotional drunk

He’ll do anything from crying about Lilith to trying to fight Lucifer

So you have to keep him on a tight leash when he drinks

He always starts off happy and lovey-dovey and it always ends in tears

But he’s a simple man, it’s easy to pull him out of it

Just flash him your titties

“I’m gonna *hic* gonna fight Luuciferr. Beat him u-up.”

“Adam, look.”

“Booobs,” he slurs, all angst forgotten

Wants to have sex but is usually way too drunk to manage

You hold him while he cries about Lilith and Eve’s betrayal, reminding him he has you now and you’d never do anything like that

Making him drink water is such a pain in the ass

Once you lied to him and told him it was vodka to get him to drink it

Blacks out but never throws up

Loves to cuddle

Gets extra physically affectionate when he’s drunk

You know that vine of the dude going “I’m not drunk!” And his mom says “Tell the time.” And he turns to the clock and says “I’m not drunk!”

You have had an interaction like that with Adam

Lute thinks drunk Adam is just the funniest thing ever (he really is)

She insists on being witness to it every time he gets drunk and always makes fun of him the next day

[crooked-haven]

Only Yours || W.P

➭ Pairing: Will Poulter x (F!) Y/n

➭ Rating/Genre: Angst, Fluff

➭ Warning/Tags: Jealousy, Kissing, Reclaiming Intimacy, Established Relationship.

➭ Disclaimer: All actors are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental.

Also this is my story so please don't steal!

➭ By: Crooked-haven

Smutty rewrite “Only Mine”

Word Count: 1.4k+

You didn't mean to see it. In fact you promised yourself that you weren't going to watch it. The new Haim sister's music video, All Over Me, featuring your boyfriend, Will, it was all over your Twitter, Instagram and TikTok feed. But the problem wasn't the entire band. It wasn't even the concept. It was one thing. Danielle Haim. And the way she touched him like she'd done it before. Like she had the right. No one else was in his space. Not Este. Not Alana. Just her.

Her hand brushed over his chest, slowly. Down his arm, over his stomach, curling around the back of his neck while she smiled up at him like it was just them on earth. Worse? He smiled back. It wasn't acting. You knew his acting. You'd seen the difference. That look he gave her? That was real. That smile belonged to you. Your stomach flipped. And for a full hour, you stared at a paused frame of his face nuzzled into her neck, and her hands on his chest while your mind spiraled. When Will finally walked through the door, warm from the summer heat and humming the Haim melody, it was like a cruel joke. "Hey, babe-?"

"Why was it just her?" You asked, barely above a whisper. He froze at the tone. "What?" "In the video. Why was it just Danielle touching you?" His face changed slowly as realization dawned on him like a heavy cloud. "Y/n..." "She touched you like she wanted you." You said, voice tight. "And you let her." Will exhaled, setting down his keys carefully. "It was just a performance. A music video."

"I know what a performance looks like." You snapped. "That wasn't it." Silence. You crossed your arms, every inch of your skin burning with that helpless ache that jealousy brings. The ugly kind, the kind you don't want to admit. The kind that makes you feel not just insecure, but replaceable.

"I don't care how famous she is. I don't care how artistic it's supposed to be." You said, voice shaking now. "She looked at you like she had you and you looked like you didn't mind." "I didn't even see her." Will said suddenly, voice low and rough. "I saw the set. The camera. The cues. That's it. My head was nowhere near her, Y/n. It was with you." You shook your head. "It didn't look that way." He stepped closer but didn't touch you. "Do you really think I'd risk what we have? Over a video? Over a look?"

You swallowed hard. "No." You said, finally. "But it felt like the rest of the world got a version of you that I thought was only mine." That broke him a little. You could see it, the sharp drop in his chest, the way his hand clenched by his side. "You're right." He whispered. "I should've said something. Told you what it would look like. Prepared you. That is on me." You blinked back the tears that had been building. "It just...it made me feel small." Will closed the space between you and cupped your face with both hands. "I never, ever want you to feel that way. Especially not because of me."

You looked up at him, vulnerable and exposed, and it hit him hard, how deep this cut really went. "Y/n." He said gently, "You are the biggest thing in my world. The only thing that feels real. Everything else the cameras, videos, all that noise, it's temporary because you're my home." A tear slipped from your eye. He caught it with his thumb. "She doesn't know my heart." He whispered. "She doesn't know how I feel when I wake up next to you. Or how you laugh at your own jokes before you even finish them. She doesn't know what it's like to hold you when you're quiet, or what it sounds like when you say my name after a long day."

You let out a soft, shaky breath. "She doesn't get that version of me." He said. "Because it's not mine to give away. It's yours. All of it. Every smile, every second it belongs to you." He pulls you close, arms wrapping fully around you, warm and solid, like the safest place in the world. "I love you." He whispered into your hair. "You, Y/n, No one else. Just you." You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his scent, the one that always meant comfort and home and warmth. "You're not allowed to smile at anyone like that but me." He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your head. "Noted. Never again." "And no more letting people touch your abs."

"Also noted. Contractually off limits." You laughed, muffled into his shirt. He leaned back just enough to look at you, brushing your hair gently behind your ear. "Let me make it up to you." He said, voice steady. "Not with flowers or any dramatic gestures. Just...let me show you how much I love you tonight. Quietly. Honestly." You nodded slowly. "Okay." You whispered. He leaned in, kissing you like he'd been holding it back all day it was soft, lingering, full of unspoken promises. And when he pulled away, his eyes never left yours. "No one touches me like you do." He murmured. "And no one ever will."

Later that evening, the weight of your earlier hurt still lingered but not as sharp, however still there, sitting low in your chest like smoke after a fire. Will noticed. You hadn't said much since dinner. And when he touched your hand gently while sitting on the couch, you let him, but didn't lean in like you usually did. So he pulled you into his lap, arms around your waist, gaze locked on yours like he was trying to read every unsaid word. "I've been thinking." He murmured, brushing your hair back. "About what you said. About how she touched me." You looked down, shy, a little embarrassed now. "Will, you don't have to do anything, I was being crazy." "I want to." He said, voice low and steady. "I want to take it back." You blinked. "What?"

"Every place she touched me in that video?" He cupped your cheek, thumb tracing your temple. "I want to give it back to you. I want to place it on your skin. Make it yours again." Your breath caught. He leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to your shoulder. "She touched my chest..." He kissed just above your heart, through your shirt. "...and my arms..." He took one of yours in both hands, lips brushing the inside of your wrist. His eyes never left yours. "...my neck..." He pulled your hair gently aside, lips trailing up the side of your throat in a slow, reverent line. You inhaled sharply, body melting into his.

"She touched me like she had some sort of right." He whispered against your skin. "But she didn't. She never did. Only you get to have that." He kissed the hollow of your collarbone, his voice brushing over you like velvet. "I want you to feel it. Not just hear it." You nodded, too full of emotion to speak. His hands moved slowly to the hem of your shirt, pausing for permission. You lifted your arms silently, and he peeled the fabric away with care, not hunger, not urgency. Just quiet devotion. Will kissed over your sternum, the curve of your breast, the warm space beneath your ribs. "Mine." He whispered after each one.

Then down to your stomach, kiss after kiss, slow and claiming, like he was rewriting history with his mouth. You let your hands tangle in his hair, tears pricking your eyes from how tender it was. He wasn't seducing you no he was healing you. When he finally rested his head against your chest, arms wrapped tight around your waist, he whispered, "No one gets to touch me and leave a mark. Not unless it's you." You kissed the top of his head, your fingers carding softly through his hair. "Then let me leave a few." You whispered back. He looked up at you, eyes full of devotion and something deeper. Something unshakable. "Take all of me, Y/n." He said softly. "Because I've already given it."

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[whimsicalpolitical]

would love to see matty say to girlie something along the lines of “keep that up you’re gonna make me cum,” teehee

18+ mdni

you’re drunk. matty’s drunk.

all stumbles and giggles and sloppy kisses on the way in, your jacket somewhere by the kitchen, his shirt halfway off before you even made it through the door.

that’s how you ended up here, on the couch, straddling him, absolutely fucking ruined already.

he’s slouched low, jeans pushed down his thighs, hands all over you.

you’re riding him slow, messy, wet sounds filling the room, his cock stretching you just right.

"fuckin' hell," he mutters, head thrown back, curls stuck to his forehead, "look at you. christ, you’re gorgeous."

you’re a wreck.

hands pressed to his chest for balance, gasping every time he grinds up into you. your thighs are burning, but you don’t stop. can’t.

"matty-,” you whine, nails digging into his skin.

he grins, lazy and cocky, hips giving a sharp little thrust that has you moaning, louder than you mean to.

"yeah?" he teases, all breathless. "s'that it, darling? fuckin' you that good?"

you nod, too far gone to form words. just rocking your hips over him desperately, chasing the friction.

he chuckles.

"you’re fuckin' pathetic for it, aren’t you?" he murmurs, hands sliding up your back, "can feel you clenching round me, love."

your head drops forward, forehead pressing into his. you’re panting into his mouth.

"shut up," you gasp.

"make me," he challenges, all cheeky, all wide, glassy eyes.

your hand slips up to his neck, fingers curling there without thinking. just needing something to hold on to.

he freezes for half a second- then groans, deep and broken.

"fuck," he breathes out, hips jerking up into you so hard you cry out.

his eyes snap open, wild and dark.

"do that again," he pants, voice wrecked. "go on, choke me, sweetheart."

your whole body shudders, clenching around him tight enough he groans again, filthy and desperate.

"shit-“ you whimper, hand tightening just slightly, feeling his pulse hammer under your fingers.

his head tips back, exposing his throat even more.

he's gone. totally fucked out. jaw slack, lips parted.

"can do this all you want," he grits out, voice hoarse, "you can choke me, darling, but you’re still a needy slut."

your hips stutter, rhythm falling apart because the way he says it, rough, low, all yours, has you shaking.

"matty, please," you moan, practically sobbing.

"please what, darling? want me to fill you up? make a fuckin' mess of you?” he laughs.

you nod frantically, whining when his hands grip your arse, dragging you down harder.

"such a dirty little thing," he mutters, thrusting up into you sharp enough to knock the breath from your lungs, "gettin' off on choking me. fuckin' hell."

"matty,” you gasp, nails scraping down his chest, leaving angry red lines.

his hips are stuttering now, losing rhythm, desperate.

"you’re squeezin’ me so fuckin' tight, sweetheart," he groans, "keep that up, you’re gonna make me cum.”

you're whimpering, moaning his name like a prayer, hand shaking around his neck.

"feels so good," you cry, head falling back, "you feel so good.”

he groans, deep in his chest, thrusts getting sloppier.

"yeah, that’s it. take it. you’re fuckin' made for it, baby."

you whimper, clenching down around him again, body aching with how good he feels inside you.

you’re bouncing in his lap, messy and frantic, thighs screaming but you don’t care, not when he sounds like that, not when he’s panting and cursing under his breath.

his hands come up to your tits, rough and greedy, squeezing and playing, thumbs flicking your nipples until you're crying out, bucking down harder onto him.

"fuckin’ look at you," he breathes, "going mad on me."

you sob a noise that's barely even a word, grinding down onto him, chasing the high clawing at your spine.

his hands slip down, one smacking your arse with a sharp crack that makes you jolt and clench again.

he feels it, his hips stutter up into you, a harsh, broken moan ripping from his throat.

"shit," he gasps, "fuckin' squeeze me, love, c'mon."

you rock your hips, dragging his cock deeper, squeezing tight around him again deliberately, just to hear that wrecked sound he makes.

"matty," you whimper, voice wrecked, "please."

he chuckles, a low, dangerous sound that goes straight to your cunt.

"please what, darling?" he taunts, thumbs rubbing rough circles over your nipples, making you cry out, "tell me. c’mon, use your words."

you sob again, fucking yourself down onto him harder, sloppier.

"please, want you to cum, want you to fill me up, fuck, need it, matty, please."

he growls, actually fucking growls under you, head tipping back against the couch as you ride him faster.

"jesus fuckin' christ," he mutters, hips jerking up to meet every frantic bounce of your body, "you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart."

your whole body’s shaking, tears pricking at your eyes from how intense it feels, the stretch of him, the way he's staring up at you like you’re the only thing he's ever wanted.

"don’t stop," he pants, voice high and strained, "fuck, just like that. you’re so fuckin' good, baby. so tight, so wet."

you’re bouncing desperately now, the wet slap of skin on skin obscene, your tits bouncing under his hands as he grabs at you like he’s scared you’ll vanish.

"m-matty-“ you gasp, every nerve ending in your body lighting up, "gonna cum, please, gonna cum, don’t stop.”

"cum for me, then," he orders, "want you to fuckin' take it."

you cry out, choking on a sob, clamping down around him so hard his whole body goes rigid under you.

"fuck,” he shouts, hips bucking up once, twice and then he’s cumming, deep inside you, thick and hot and endless.

he grabs your hips, forcing you down onto him, grinding up into you as he spills, moaning brokenly into your mouth when you lean forward to kiss him, desperate and messy.

you're still shaking, still whining, little aftershocks making you twitch in his lap, thighs trembling uncontrollably.

"fuckin’ good girl," he mutters against your lips, arms wrapping tight around you to hold you there, to keep you full of him.

you both just sit there, panting, sticking to each other with sweat, your forehead pressed against his.

"jesus," matty breathes, voice a wreck, "nearly fucking died.”

you laugh, wrecked and shaky, and he kisses the sound straight from your mouth, messy and slow, not ready to let you go.

[lukesvangelista]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑ᵏʲ⁹¹

in which y/n and kent hide a big secret from his teammates.

warnings; pregnancy, mention of kids, alcohol, vacation

Kent was the kind of guy who always seemed at ease, the life of the party but with a quiet confidence that drew everyone to him. You had fallen for him long ago, when the two of you were young teenagers, and now, you were his everything. This vacation with his teammates was supposed to be fun, a chance to unwind, but you had a secret - one that had been growing for months.

You were pregnant. 

Kent was ecstatic when you told him. He’d hugged you so tightly that night, whispering about the future, about how perfect everything was going to be. But now, here you both were, on this vacation with Sean Kuraly, Cole, Gavin, and Adam, and neither of you had told them. The timing wasn’t right - in fact, you guys hadn’t even told your families. Maybe they’d get suspicious, or worse, maybe they’d feel like you were holding out on them. Kent was sure they’d freak out once they knew.

But here you were, at Sean’s beach house in Cape Cod. While the rest of the boys had flown, you and Kent had decided to make the 16 hour drive from Columbus, simply to spend more time with each other before having to share a living space with the others for two weeks. Once you had arrived, though, everyone was exhausted and just wanted to spend the first night in. In fact, Adam had suggested a few card games.

There was only one problem. On top of that, Cole had suggested alcohol. You looked at Kent nervously, but he gave you a reassuring smile as Sean turned to you, “Y/N, come up with a challenge for us. Whoever loses has to buy drinks.”

This was perfect. You nodded, picking up your phone and opening a random wheel spinner. You had each of the boys pick an NBA team, but when it came to entering them onto the wheel, you entered Kent’s all four times. So, when the wheel stopped spinning, you announced the team out loud, “The Minnesota Timberwolves.”

Sean, Adam, and Cole all cheered as Kent pretended to roll his eyes, but he sneakily shot you a knowing smile before picking up his keys from the counter. The boys slapped him on the back a few times but he shook them off, gently grabbing your arm, “Since your challenge is the reason I lost, you’re coming with me.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, but immediately gave in. Adam snickered behind you as Sean and Cole let out a few cheers. Kent wrapped an arm around you and opened the door for you, gently leading you to his car. As soon as you were out of earshot, Kent spoke up softly, “You feeling okay?”

You couldn’t lie. The exhaustion was creeping in. The pregnancy was still early, and you weren’t showing much, but the morning sickness, the fatigue – it was all becoming harder to hide. Kent had noticed the change in you almost immediately, but knew that it had grown harder for you in the past couple of weeks. He was worried. He was so excited to have a little him or little you around the house soon enough, but also hated seeing how hard it was on you. On top of that, he knew that you wanted to keep it a secret for as long as you could, and he knew you’d be even more stressed if people were to find out, so he didn’t want to spill anything. 

In fact, he questioned even coming on this trip, but you had explained that you’d needed it. Whether he believed you or not, was only up for him to decide. 

He opened the car door for you and you waited to reply until he was buckled in on the other side, “Just tired,” you answered, offering him a small smile. 

He rubbed the pad of his thumb across your cheek, “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded, offering him another small smile. The drive to the liquor store was rather quiet. Kent had put on some Frank Ocean, which you both had softly hummed along to until you pulled into the parking lot. 

Kent turned off the car and exited his side, only to appear on your side of the car a few seconds later to open the door for you. You grabbed his hand and as soon as he knew you were safely out of the car, he placed his arm on the small of your back protectively. The cool night breeze rolled in off of the ocean as you made your way through the parking lot. The distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore helped ease some of the nerves that had been building up inside of you.

“I feel like I’m gonna slip up at some point,” you admitted, resting your head against your boyfriend’s shoulder, “Cole’s just gonna keep offering me drinks and it’s gonna be suspicious if I keep saying no.”

Kent rubbed your back with the pad of his thumb, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head reassuringly, “You’re doing great, pretty girl. But I’ll tell you what. We’ll buy an extra pack of drinks, dump them out, and then go to the grocery store to buy some non-alcoholic alternatives that we can put in there instead. I would say we’d just buy some non-alcoholic beer here and have you drink that, but Adam’s overly observant.” he chuckled.

You nodded, shooting your boyfriend a relieved smile. You always appreciated how calm and steady he was. Even though you were both navigating this secret together, Kent always managed to make you feel like everything was under control.

When you stepped inside, the cool air-conditioning hit you immediately as the door jingled behind you. Kent headed straight for the fridge, grabbing a couple cases of beer and a bottle of whiskey that he knew Sean would like. You followed suit, selecting a case of High Noon out of the fridge. 

“Ready?” Kent asked, shooting you a smile when you replied with a yes.

As you reached the counter to pay, the cashier raised an eyebrow at you and Kent, his eyes flicking to your stomach before looking back at Kent. You shifted uncomfortably, aware that people might notice your changing body sooner rather than later. Kent caught the look too but didn’t say anything, keeping the conversation casual with the cashier as he handed over the money.

When you stepped back outside, you breathed a little easier. “Think he noticed?” you asked, half-joking.

“What an asshole,” Kent muttered, rolling his eyes playfully. 

The trip to the grocery store was pretty uneventful. Kent had gone in and picked out a sparkling water brand that you liked, along with some flavored sodas that looked fancy enough to pass as mixed drinks. On top of that, he grabbed a few more things, making sure you’d have enough variety to keep up appearances for the next few days. Once the cart was full, he checked out, the cashier giving him a friendly nod as he paid for the items.

When Kent reached the car, he opened your passenger side door. “Now comes the tricky part,” he said with a grin, opening up the package of High Noon and dumping out the drinks. He grabbed a few water bottles from his trunk before flushing out the alcohol from the cans - and thoroughly.

“I think that’s good, KJ,” you chuckled, flashing him a smile. He looked up at you and flashed you one in return.

“Gotta keep my girls safe,” he explained, ruffling your hair before opening up the bottles of sparkling water and pouring them into the clean cans with the same care, resealing them to make sure they looked untouched. Everything looked perfect - no one would suspect a thing. Kent stood back and took a moment to admire his work, placing the resealed package at your feet before ruffling your hair again. 

You rolled your eyes, shaking him off, before he quickly made his way back to his side of the car and hopped in. You looked at him incredulously, “We don’t even know what we’re having yet!” you exclaimed, but you knew there was no point in arguing. Ever since you told him that he was going to be a dad, he was adamant that the two of you were having a baby girl. Of course, he’d be happy as long as the baby’s safe and healthy, but that didn’t change his fatherly instinct, as he liked to call it. You rolled your eyes again, chuckling softly, and were on your way back to the beach house.

When the two of you arrived back there, Sean, Cole, and Adam’s rowdy laughter could be heard through the walls as you and Kent slipped through the side door into the kitchen. When he looked over towards you, he noticed how you self-consciously had placed your arms over your growing bump. Sensing your discomfort, he softly placed the alcohol down and gifted you the hoodie off of his back.

You smiled gratefully at him, grabbing the “seltzers” from him as he carried the whiskey and beer. The two of you carried the drinks out to the main room, where Sean, Cole, and Adam were engrossed in a game of Black Jack.

“Finally!” Cole exclaimed, dropping his cards as he noticed the two of you walk in, “We were wondering what took you so long!”

You chuckled, placing the drinks down on the table alongside Kent, “It’s Friday night in a vacation town,” Kent explained, shrugging his shoulders to keep it casual. Adam nodded along, seemingly saying fair enough.

As the guys reached for the beer and whiskey, Kent grabbed one of the “seltzer” cans and handed it to you with a wink. You accepted it gratefully, taking a sip and letting the cool, refreshing taste calm your nerves. He then wrapped an arm around you as you cuddled into his side.

The night continued on, with no one suspicious about what you and Kent had just pulled off. The boys were yelling about the game of euchre they were playing, earning a soft but playful eye roll from you. Kent kept a watchful eye on you, making sure you were comfortable, all while seamlessly blending in with his teammates.

As the night wore on, the laughter in the living room began to slow, and you could feel the weight of exhaustion settling over you. Between traveling all day and the energy it took to keep up appearances, your body was calling for rest. You smiled at the guys, pretending to stifle a yawn as you pushed your chair back from the table.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night,” you said, glancing around the room, “I’m pretty wiped from today.”

Sean, Cole, and Adam all gave you understanding looks, still focused on their cards and drinks. “You’ve earned it,” Sean said with a grin, “We’ll try not to be too loud and keep you up.”

“Good luck with that,” Adam teased, “Cole’s not exactly the quietest person you’ll ever meet.” 

You laughed lightly as Cole smacked Adam upside the head. Standing up and giving Kent a quick look, your eyes communicated more than words could in that moment. He caught your glance immediately, knowing exactly what you meant. You needed him with you, but at the same time, you didn’t want to raise suspicion by him leaving too soon after you.

“I’ll be up in a bit,” he said, giving you a small, reassuring smile, “I’ll keep an eye on Cole and make sure he’s not too loud.”

You nodded, giving him a quick hug and offering the guys a wave before slipping away from the table. As you climbed the stairs, you could hear them still talking and laughing, their voices a soft hum in the background. Once you were upstairs, you exhaled a long breath of relief, the tension of the day finally easing as you made your way to your room. 

You changed into your pajamas, feeling the weight of the day lifting as you settled onto the bed. It didn’t take long for Kent to join you. About 30 minutes later, you heard his familiar footsteps on the stairs, and the door quietly creaked open.

“Hey,” he said softly, closing the door behind him as he moved toward the bed, “You okay?”

You smiled, nodding as he sat down beside you, “Yeah, just tired. It was a lot today.”

Kent slid into bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. “I know. You did so good today, pretty girl. No one suspects a thing.”

You chuckled softly, resting your head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming you, “Thanks for helping me pull it off. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Kent kissed the top of your head, his voice low and comforting, “Of course, my love. We’re a team.”

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, the soft sounds of the ocean outside your window mixing with the distant murmur of voices from downstairs. It felt peaceful, the weight of the day finally lifting now that you were alone together.

“I can’t wait until they're here,” you whispered after a few moments of silence, your hand resting gently over your stomach.

Kent smiled against your hair, his arm tightening around you, “Me too. But until then, we’ll keep playing it cool for as long as we can. You get some rest, though, alright? You’ve had a long day.”

You nodded, feeling sleep begin to pull at you as Kent’s warmth and presence comforted you, “Goodnight, KJ.”

“Goodnight, Y/N/N,” he whispered, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead.

With Kent beside you, you felt safe and content, knowing that no matter what challenges the next days would bring, you had him by your side. As your eyes fluttered shut, the last thing you felt was Kent’s hand gently resting on your stomach, a quiet reminder that the two of you were in this together. Always.

a/n; would kj be a girl dad or a boy dad