#and rose rolling her eyes and crossing her arms and huffing because shes not a baby and KNOWS it has to be alcohol

[attachablepenis]

obsessed with the idea of actually good parent mom lalonde cutting way back on her alcohol consumption once she finds rose, but also at that point in her life the boozy broad gig is kinda her brand, so she just starts drinking fancy mocktails instead

[lina-lovebug]

I'd Fight The Devil

Pairing: Alastor x fem! reader

Background: reader is Lilith and Lucifers oldest, and resembles Lilith more. Lucifer has a hard time bonding with her because of this, and Alastor decides to step in.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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"DAD'S COMING?!"

(Y/N) Morningstar, firstborn daughter of Lilith and Lucifer, was currently having a breakdown over the fact that her father was on his way to the hotel.

She'd have no issue leaving, of course, but Charlie tricked her dear old sister into staying by saying she needed help with the hotel. . .and told her their dad was coming when he was two minutes away.

It's not like she didn't miss him, but things became different once their mother disappeared. Lucifer threw himself into his ideas, and (Y/N) tried maintaining their relationship but he couldn't even stand the look of her.

"I'm sorry! But I thought maybe you guys could talk while he's here?" Charlie suggested with a gulp, twiddling her fingers.

"I'm done trying with dad. If he wants to talk, he can come to me," (Y/N) crossed her arms, firm on her stance.

"I never thought I'd meet someone with worse daddy issues, but here you are, cher," Alastor, with his famous grin, looked down at the Princess of Hell. She huffed, not in the mood for his side comments.

"Alastor, please-"

"He's here!"

"-please fucking hide me!" She ran behind him, despite the mass amount of blonde hair making it obvious.

He chuckled.

Honestly, since meeting the eldest Morningstar, Alastor deemed himself her Protector. Not that the girl wasn't capable or needed him persay, but he cared for her. Being on the aroace spectrum, he wasn't plagued by a selfish desire to fuck her, but it was a sweet concern that slowly turned into a need to be near her.

A need to make her his.

"Hopefully he doesn't-"

"Pumpkin?"

"Fuck," (Y/N) silently cursed under her breath before Alastor stepped aside.

"Hey dad," Lucifer felt a pang in his sinister heart at her tone. She sounded uncomfortable and wouldn't even look at him, but he also remembered that he couldn't look at her at times.

It reminded him of happier times.

Times he didn't want to be reminded of anymore.

"So how've you been? Heard you've got a fancy job now. Probably making loads of money, huh?" He chuckled nervously.

"Dad, it's my company. I made it."

And he couldn't even remember that she did that?

Any dad would remember that his child created her own business.

"Ouch."

"And it's got a fucking duck on the logo. God, dad," She rose her voice, "you can't even remember that?"

"I've been busy, pumpkin-"

"Too busy to call? Too busy to even fucking call?!"

Charlie flinched at the harshness in her voice. She's always been a firecracker but she's never seen her so angry.

"I'm not fighting with you, (Y/N)," Lucifer stepped towards her, "why do you insist on fighting? Especially when I'm here for Charlie."

"Oh, you're here for Charlie?" Her horns started to come up through her skin, rolling back like a rams.

Just like her mom.

"I'm not making this about me. I just wish you'd make the effort instead of it having to be me," She missed who he was.

And during this, Alastor could see the pain on her face. She was furious, and rightfully so.

But he let her fight her own battles.

"I'm sorry that I look like mom. Is that what you want me to say?!"

"Yes!"

He didn't mean it. Of fucking course he didn't mean it, but it slipped out.

"Dad! That's enough!" Charlie ran to her, seeing tears well up in her sisters eyes. "How could you say that?"

"Pumpkin, I-"

"Don't," She sniffled, holding Charlie close, "don't come near me."

But he didn't listen.

He hated being the fact that his little girl was crying because of him.

"I think you've come far enough," Alastor spoke, getting infront of Charlie and (Y/N). He is excellent at saving face, so his pure unadulterated rage was hidden beneath his smile.

She hiccuped behind him, sobbing into Charlie's shoulder.

"Don't make me move you," Lucifer glared.

"And don't make me fucking kill you for hurting what's mine."

His voice turned more static-like than before, his eyes a burning red and his horns outstretched. He was a fucking shield for his Princess, and not even the King of Hell could get through. Lucifer recognized this and humbly backed away, retreating with his tail between his legs.

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(Y/N) spent the next hour crying in her room. Over the years, she had started to hate herself for looking like her mom, and Lucifers' confirmation only reaffirmed it.

"Need anything else?" Charlie asked her. Although her sister wasn't searching for redemption, she had her own personal room in the hotel.

"Can you get Alasto-?"

A knock sounded at the door.

"Was he there the whole time?" She sniffled, and a muffled "maybe" came through the door.

Her bed was surrounded by napkins that she quickly placed on her bedside as Charlie allowed Alastor inside.

Alone.

The two of them.

Might as well just throw them condoms and say get to it, is what (Y/N) was thinking. She's known about her crush on The Radio Demon for a few months now, having a fantasy dream here and there, but wasn't much of an active person herself.

"Thank you. I know he tried to fix it, but I couldn't stand to look at him," Her puffy eyes made Alastors eye twitch, still a small spout of anger for her father.

"Of course, my dear," He sat himself next to her on the bed.

"Because your father, although the King of Hell, is a fucking coward", is what he wanted to say but kept those words for himself.

"Did you mean it? That I'm yours?" She asked, her hand inching closer to his.

"I never say anything I don't mean, cher," He grabbed her hand, kissed it, and made the she-demon gasp.

"I thought you hated touch."

He chuckled, "Oh, I do, but not if it's you. Your skin is warm, and it brings me comfort. You bring me comfort."

"You'd have me, even if I want to be glued to your side? Even having petty fights with my dad?"

"Darling, I'd wear your skin if you asked."

"Oh, how romantic," She blushed before both his hands came up to her face, bringing her into a needy kiss. With her, he needed to feel her.

Someday, even all of her.

"And I'd eat demons with you," She whispered against his lips.

"Oh my heart may burst, my dear."

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[twoduelsabers]

helpless

summary -> you don't know why is qimir helping you so often, and neither does he

she/her pronouns, no use of y/n

content warnings -> none

a/n : thank you for the support on my last story<3

"youre lucky it's not deep."

qimir commented, as he finished patching up her injured side. his voice wavered against his own will for the sentence to be lighthearted. seeing her wound made him strangely concerned.

"not lucky. i wouldn't let him close enough to kill me."

she huffed, trying to focus on the pain instead of how his hands felt against her stomach. both burned. she tightened her grip on the side of her bunk to snap herself out of it.

"yeah, you're very tough."

he rolled his eyes. when he was sure the wound is taken care of, he rose from his knees. his soft eyes found her's, and he was glad that she was okay.

her gaze lingered on qimir for a moment. she turned her head to the side, leaning on the wall behind her with a sigh.

"thanks."

qimir raised his eyebrow at the show of gratitude. she almost never thanked him - or well - anyone to be percise. a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and he turned back to her, crossing his arms.

"hmm, you're welcome." he hummed. "as always."

always.

she pursed her lips. he did always help her. and she didn't like that he did so - if she was to please her master she should be able to handle herself on her own.

there was something more to it. qimir tagged along almost every mission she was assigned with - from as simple as obtaining intel to assassinations. he followed her even when he seemingly had no reason to. a frown formed on her face. maybe it was that her master was distrustful of her.

"yeah. why do you always help? you didn't even need to be here today in the first place." she started, suspicions. "perhaps my master told you to keep an eye on me. did he?"

qimir was caught off guard by the question. he realised that she was right - he did follow her around...but he just wanted to keep a close eye on her to know what she needs to improve. to be able to teach her later. and solely that.

an odd and unfamiliar feeling tugged at his chest. but if so, why did her getting injured affect him at all?

he remained a stoic expression. instead of answering her question, he asked one of his own, trying to be playful.

"did you ever think i just wanted to come? out of my own will?"

"not really."

she shrugged. because why would he? seemingly, it wouldn't benefit him in any way.

the same odd feeling rose in qimir. he was strangely hurt by her words. he was sure that she considered him a friend...and even if she didn't, why would it matter?

"well. if you want me to stay back, just say it." he muttered.

"no- i want you to be with me!"

she closed her mouth as fast as she realised what she just said. qimir's gaze shot up, entwining with hers. a heavy silence hung between them. their relationship was confusing enough as is before - and that certainly did not help the matter.

qimir stood in place not really knowing what to do next, which wasn't common for him. at all. he needed to keep up his act though, and the only solution he came up with...

"oh, do you now?"

she tensed up. his intentions were never clear to her, especially in this moment.

"don't let it get to your head."

qimir made his way back to her. as he sat down, his thigh brushed against hers. he needed to play it well. he needed to be convincing. if they really became closer, he'd have access to her fears, her secrets, everything he doesn't know yet. that was the only reason as to why he wanted to do what he was about to.

the only reason.

he told himself, as his palm gently traced the curve of her jaw.

only reason.

he repeated as his dark eyes dropped down to her lips.

"i'm afraid it's too late for that."

qimir said, as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a moment before he pressed it to hers. as much as it all was so sudden to her, she reciprocated, her hand coming over his.

she pulled away after a moment.

"be glad i meant it in that way. otherwise you would be done for."

her teasing voice made qimir smile against his own will. he rose his hands in a surrendering gesture.

"i'm a lucky man then."

and he was.

and when that thought formed in his head, he wasn't sure what were his reasons anymore.

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a/n : i'm not entirely sure how to feel about this story...😭 hope yall enjoyed it though

reblogs appreciated!

[mizuseyebrows]

what happens when I bite a bit harder… —mizu x f!reader

image credits to bad thinking diary by park do-han ^^

warnings: not proofread, nsfw?, neck bites, intense kisses, body touch, possessive attitudes.

includes: horny mfs. bratty afab!/fem! reader. angryish, jealous mizu, I think both of them are dom and/or sub in their own way. words count: 4.3k (I'm incapable of writing something short fck)

a/n: this may be a mizu mischaracterization but I was a horny writer craving her (I'm probably ovulating).

“Come here,” Mizu suddenly rose and grabbed your hand, pulling you from your spot cautiously trying to go unnoticed as you walked somewhere else.

You had been flirting with a man at the table across from you, giggling flirtatiously and distractedly lost in the alcohol in your body.

Mizu practically growled in bewilderment and annoyance at the sight of your sugary smile and the sparkle in your eyes. It was always the same when you stopped at a tea house to rest or at a eatery. You always had to flirt with every man who was present, sometimes you even let some women come up to you and touch you. You were unbearable when you weren’t traveling.

Although, Mizu felt that her discomfort came from her jealousy… Were you really unbearable or was it just jealousy? Jealousy of seeing you so comfortable and happy to have the attention of others.

Mizu forcefully pressed you against the wall, looking from under her new pair of tinted glasses with a heavy gaze that slowly studied your face from your eyes to your glossy lips. How did you always have moist and shiny lips?

She snorted and rolled her eyes in displeasure. “Quit acting like a seductress.”

“Like a seductress? When did I do that?” You pretended you didn’t know what she meant, pressing your back closer to the wall.

“Whenever someone comes near you,” she huffed, her voice a bit hoarse. “By allowing men to approach you, flirt with you, ogle at you. There’s even a specific way you tilt your head. Then, those lips of yours…” Mizu brought her fingers to your lips, caressing your lower one. “I bet you practiced pouting in front of the mirror every morning. You are not a doll who must be viewed and admired.”

You pouted, looking into her eyes, trying to look adorable. “Are my pouts ugly…? Am I not pretty enough to be a doll?” You kept teasing.

“You know, that’s exactly what bothers me…” her dark eyes narrowed, the faint scent of sencha tea leaves filling her breath. “You’re naturally beautiful, and you act cute knowing that. Every man wants you… and I bet you love the attention they give you.”

“I love having their attention, yes.” You nodded confidently and brought your hand towards Mizu’s blue haori. You could tell she was fighting over something in her mind. “And I love even more that you consider me beautiful…”

The moment you touched her haori, her eyes darkened, her pupils pinning like a snake. She grabbed your wrist in a tight hold, squeezing hard enough to make your fingers go numb. The veins on her neck, arms, and forehead were bulging in rage.

“I despise your vanity,” she hissed, her teeth gritted in a snarl. “Don’t act coy with me. You know that men find you attractive and desirable because of your beauty… You deliberately flaunt it!”

“Do you despise my vanity?” You continued to bother her. “You’re hurting me, Mizu… I thought we were starting to get along”

“Is that so? Do you think your playfulness is amusing? Your cute expressions and words?” She smirked, laughing with a bit of ‘contempt’. “I’m only putting up with you because we have a common goal. Once you’re done being an immature nuisance… I’m going to leave you, and I don’t want to cross paths with you ever again. Understood?”

“You wouldn’t do that. You love me too much to abandon me.” You licked your lips, playfully laughing.

“I don’t love you, you nitwit.” She barked, scowling. “You don’t know what it means to love someone. I don’t think it’s even possible for you to care about anything or anyone but yourself.”

“Ouch, you better leave me here if you’re going to talk to me like that now.” You pouted sadly and looked away. You were still teasing her because you sensed there was something she was hiding with her cold demeanor.

She tightened her grip on your wrist.

“What are you… doing?” her gaze traveled all over your face. “Don’t be cute now. I know you’re only acting like this to avoid being reprimanded,” she said, pulling you towards her, trying to be as scary as possible. “Are you seriously using your sad, sulky expression in hopes that I’ll feel bad and take that back?”

“Reprimanded? Why would you reprimand me? What did I do wrong?” You saw her again, still feigning innocence.

“You’re trying to toy with me, making a mockery of my words, and that is the last straw!” her grasp on your wrist tightened even more. “How can you look me in the eye and lie so easily…” she huffed in frustration. “I really should leave you here. You’re a pain in the neck. I’d rather be alone than deal with your childish stunts…”

“Do it then” You challenged her. “If you leave me here now, those men will have the opportunity to do whatever they want with me.”

“And why should I care?” she narrowed her eyes and glared down at you with a piercing glare. “You’re the one who attracts all this unwanted attention to yourself, and now you’re telling me that I should care about you being taken advantage of by those lustful men?"

“Oh, I thought your claim about me flaunting my beauty and charms was because you cared about me.” You stroked Mizu’s hand that was holding your wrist. “I see I was wrong…”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” she growled, her nostrils flaring. “You know very well what I’m talking about. You deliberately flirt with every man you come into contact with. You crave validation, being desired by every man.”

“Or maybe I do it because the person I want doesn’t pay attention to me.” You responded insightfully, returning your gaze to the room where you were before. “I know how to take care of myself, so I don’t think those men will abuse me.”

“Don’t try to flatter yourself, you immature little brat.” Her voice was hoarse and strained. “You’re too childish to truly understand the dangers around you. How can you be so arrogant as to think you can take care of yourself on your own? You don’t know what those men are capable of. They’ll use their brute strength to strip you down in front of me. To make you helpless…”

“You taught me to defend myself.” You looked into her eyes again, with a sly smile. “Do you doubt your abilities as an instructor?”

“I’ve taught you many things,” she nodded, a faint hint of pride seeping out of her cold demeanor. “But it doesn’t change the fact that those men will find ways to overpower you once they are set on using you. Even if you tried to fight them off, they are not bound by the same laws that govern us. There are more of them than of you, and they are stronger. They will take you away from me, and I will be left with nothing but pure, unadulterated anguish.”

You stared at her as you heard what she said. That confession made your eyes shine with wonder and your cheeks warm gently.

“So you do care about me.” You laughed affectionately, caressing her hand again.

Mizu realized her mistake and froze. She couldn’t deny it – it was obvious even in the expression on her face, despite how much she was trying to mask it with cold composure.

“Don’t get used to this, you little idiot. I only care about you because we’re working together, and you’re my partner. I’m not going to be your babysitter forever.”

“Your partner? In what sense?” You tilted your head to the side, blinking profusely and slyly smiling.

She smirked. You couldn’t really call it a sweet and playful smile. She stared at you with cold eyes and said nothing, her hands tightly grabbing your wrists, still pinning you to the wall. She was enjoying this, watching your eyes light up, hearing your voice get excited.

“We’re partners in the pursuit of our personal targets,” she said, her voice flat and stoic. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Are you sure we can only be that?” You whispered, blushing at the way she was holding you.

She was taken aback by your question. “Why are you asking me such a thing…” her voice was more than strained, it was rough and cracking. “You know you’re getting on my nerves right now, right?” she asked, leaning her forehead against yours.

“Stop pretending that you are indifferent to me and tell me what you really feel…” You closed your eyes as you felt Mizu’s forehead against yours.

“What’s to tell?” she whispered, leaning closer. “Why do you want to know?” her grip tightened, it felt like any second she would pull you in, kiss you.

“You give me a lot of mixed signals… I can assume some things but you’re so hard to read…” You continued to whisper, clenching your fists from the way she was clutching your wrists. “And I’m too good a reader not to understand you…”

“Mixed signals…” her breath was shallow. She kept her face just a few inches away from yours, her eyelashes tickling your forehead. “Then tell me what it is that you’re reading?” she asked, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“I think your claims go beyond just the possibility of me being hurt by those men.” You sighed, opening your eyes to get lost in her blue ones. “It’s just that?”

“Mhm.” She spoke softly, almost with a shiver. The feeling of having her lips and forehead so close to yours was making her feel… “Yes, of course, that is just it. I know exactly what those men intend to do. That’s all.” She repeated, trying to mask the longing in her voice.

“That’s pretty disappointing…” You laughed softly, your breath hitting Mizu’s lips. “Now you’re the one lying.”

Her eyes narrowed, her grip tight on your wrists. She closed the distance between us, the sensation on her breath sending shivers down your spine. She slowly moved close to your lips.

“Oh, I was lying, was I?” she whispered, her lips just an inch away from yours.

“Tell me the truth. You won’t stop being the scary assassin you want everyone to see if you speak honestly.” You sighed, focusing on her lips.

“You really want to hear my honest words, huh?” She smirked, her breath tickling your lips. “Then listen up, idiot,” she whispered, her voice becoming raspy. “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to be alone again. But more than that…” she moved even closer, her lips brushing against yours.

“More than that…?” You stood still, completely at Mizu’s mercy. She could do whatever she wanted with you at that moment. Literally anything. You wouldn’t refuse.

She didn’t say anything. All you could hear was her shallow and rapid breathing, the sound of her heartbeats hammering against her ribs. She was taking in your scent, the smell of your skin filling her nose, arousing every feeling inside her body.

Then she pressed her lips against yours, lingering, lingering, her tongue gently pushing past your lips, her hand sliding down the back of your neck.

You moaned softly against her lips, after so much tension this felt like heaven. You had even almost slid down the wall, like you were melting.

She kept you up, her body pressed tightly against yours. The feeling of your tongue against hers sent chills up her spine. Her hands traveled from your wrists to your shoulders, then down to the small of your back, squeezing you closely. Your bodies were molded into one, as if two pieces of a puzzle were finally coming together.

“You’re going to understand something, those men don’t want to chat with you because they appreciate how interesting you are. It’s not for nothing that they always buy you drinks. They think that they have a chance with you.”

She broke away from the kiss abruptly and tightened her grip on your arms, under your shoulders, almost shaking you. You just looked at her in silence, agitated by that intense kiss.

“But they don’t.” She whispered and moved closer to your face, furrowed with seriousness. Still maintaining a somewhat cold and intimidating attitude.  “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours?” You gulped and raised an eyebrow playfully. “And since when I’m yours?” You leaned your head against the wall, a little dizzy from the kiss.

As quick as the lightning that illuminates the sky before a storm, Mizu brought her lips to meet yours again.

Her lips were warm and passionate, her tongue softly and insistently playing on yours, her grip tightening around you. Her embrace engulfed you like a powerful wave and carried you away, leaving no air in your lungs, no thoughts in your mind, no other feelings but overwhelming desire and arousal.

She moaned softly, her entire body shivering with the intensity of the kiss. The sensation of your mouth against hers was intoxicating, sending an intense wave of warmth through her entire body. She pushed her body against yours even more firmly, her head tilted sideways to give you a better angle, and she groaned with pleasure, her fingers digging into your back.

You hugged her neck with need, feeling yourself melt under her kiss. Your fingers tangled in her hair as you sighed softly against her lips. If perfection were a kiss… this would be it.

As your bodies pressed tighter to one another, your mouths kept moving in the dance of your tongues, breathing heavily, hearts beating fast. The kiss slowly morphed into something more. It went from passionate to intimate, warm to arousing. It wasn’t just about kissing. It was something deeper – it was true desire.

You cupped her face and jumped up to hug her hips with your legs, panting even more steadily. Your hands gripped her haori, trying to release the pleasure you were feeling.

Her hands glided up and down your body, lingering along your chest, back, and sides, your ass… feeling the heat rising and your breathing getting deeper with each touch. You both were wrapped within the cocoon of intense desire for one another, not thinking about what may happen next.

You separated yourself from her lips for a few seconds, trying to recover some air with accelerated breaths. “Since when do you like to give shows like this in public?” You whispered against her lips, loving seeing them so swollen from your kisses.

“Shut up,” she gasped, her heavy panting breathing not so different from yours. “It’s not like I usually do this sort of thing, okay?”

She placed her forehead against yours as your bodies still embraced one another, the intensity still remaining in the air. You could feel her heartbeat, her breath.

Her voice was barely a whisper. ”And we’re not exactly in public.”

“No, we are in the hallway of a tea house.” You joked sarcastically, closing your eyes and caressing Mizu’s arms.

The corners of her mouth pulled up in a playful scowl. She placed a gentle kiss on your lips, not caring that her lips were still swollen, and yours too.

“That’s not what I meant, dummy,” she grumbled softly, her voice still laced with breathlessness. “There are no people around. We’re alone, and… and, that’s not too problematic for me. But, if we do find ourselves in real public…”

A grin widened across her face.

“What would the people say, I wonder. What would the men who watch and ogle you so often think when they see me kiss you? What would they envy and desire?”

“Mm, are you jealous, grumpy kitten?” You smiled pleased to see her like this and caressed her swollen lips with your fingers.

“I am not a grumpy kitten,” she muttered quietly, her cheeks feeling flushed and hot as your fingers traced around her lips.

It was a strange feeling, as if she wanted to be mad at you but the heat of the moment made her mind blank and her thoughts nothing but a bundle of desire, need, and lust.

“Stop smiling at me like that,” she grumbled slightly, her fingers tightening around the fabric of your kimono.

“Like what…?” You whispered, in a velvety tone, and caressed her neck using your nails to tickle her.

“Stop caressing me” she barked softly, her voice almost as intoxicating as her scent. “You’re making me crave you.”

You hadn’t noticed how her words had a seductive undertone to them.

“Stop… teasing me,” she growled playfully. “Your kisses — every one of them is addictive.” Her fingers slid from your waist to your throat, lingering at the exact spot where your pulse throbbed the hardest.

You let out a quiet moan when you felt her fingers on your skin. “You were the one who kissed me, silly.” You laughed softly and removed your hands from her neck.

“Are you feeling… sensitive?” the grin widened across her face. “Your neck sure as hell looks vulnerable right now.”

Her thumb rubbed over the spot on your neck. She could feel your heavy breathing, could sense the heat and the arousing energy radiating from your body.

She leaned forward and bit your neck, her hot breath making the area tickle slightly and then sent a surge of ecstasy through your body.

Another soft moan came out of you, as you were trying to hold on to something, without touching Mizu to bother her. “Yes it is…sensitive…” You gasped, feeling your heart race.

“Oh, is it so?” she chuckled, her voice tinged with a teasing and enticing tone, her eyes shining in the dimness of the hallway.

She gave a few more gentle bites on your neck, each one a little bit deeper and more intense than the last.

“And what happens when I bite a bit harder…?”

You moaned a little louder, clenching your fists. “Fuck…” You whispered, trying not to draw the attention of the other customers. “You’re going to leave marks on me.”

“Who cares? What are they gonna think,” she said breathlessly, her voice lowering to a near whisper, her lips barely inches away from your neck, her breath tickling you gently.

“That’s what you want, right? Let them see that they won’t be able to mark me like this, right?” You were desperate to touch her again. You panted rapidly, beginning to feel a tickling sensation between your legs.

“Let them see that you’re mine, yes,” she murmured, her breath now hot and quick as she leaned even closer to you.

She bit your neck again, but harder than the last time, and she squeezed your legs more tightly around her waist as she leaned forward and pressed her body against yours. Mizu gave you a little tug towards her, her breath warm and steamy, her tongue quickly darting out to lick the exact spot she had just bitten.

“Do you think those men imagine how soft my skin will be? How pronounced are my curves under my kimono?” You tried to provoke her to behave more possessively with you, you were loving how she clung you to her.

“I bet they do… the same way that I do. The same way that I can’t take my eyes off you. The way that I imagine how you look naked, how you moan when I make you feel good… They surely imagine all of that… and much more. They probably can’t wait to see your soft skin, how your curves would feel like, and most of all…”

Mizu grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you down towards her, her lips now meeting yours for a deep kiss.

You moaned in surprise and kissed her back, clutching your hands to your kimono. You wanted to touch her, hug her, caress her, everything… But you wanted to hear her ask for it first. Two could play this game.

A strong tickle passed through your body as you melted from Mizu’s kiss and the increasing wet sensation in your crotch made you begin to sweat and burn all over. Her tongue was simply mesmerizing.

The kiss went deeper and deeper, the heat and intensity growing with each second. She could feel your moans and she felt how you wanted to reach for her as well.

She was slowly getting addicted to the way you reacted to the kiss. The sound of your voice… the way that your breaths quickened and your body trembled… all of it sent a surge of desire through her.

Still holding you by the back of your head, she made you tilt your head back and licked your neck again, her breath caressing and warming your skin.

“Gods… I don’t know if I should be worry about this possessive side of you or if it pleases me…” You whispered, closing your eyes tightly pretending you didn’t know the answer.

“You’re mine,” she growled in reply, her voice laced with both desire and jealousy. You had been playing this game with so many other men and they had fallen for your charm, but none of them could mark you as theirs.

And here she was, marking you with kisses, claiming you and making you feel more intense and arousing things than you ever had felt.

“But are you mine?” You asked cautiously, grateful that she was holding you; otherwise you would fall because of the way your legs were shaking. “Can I call you mine too?”

Her fingers tightened around the sides of your neck slightly at your response, her hot, heavy breath wavering through the air between your bodies. Was she really possessive of you? Of the feelings between them?

“Yes,” she finally murmured softly, her voice laced with the same emotions that you felt. “Mine,” she repeated, and you could feel a slight bite where her teeth pressed against the skin below your neck. "Say it."

“What do you want me to say?” You gasped loudly, a little disoriented by the haze of pleasure. You wasn’t really sure what you were talking about now.

She bit your neck again and this time you felt a sharp sting of pain. She drew her fingers up to your jaw and forced you to look at her.

“Say it,” she growled. “Say that I am yours.”

You stared into her eyes and swallowed heavily, feeling like your heart would beat out of your chest. “You’re mine…” The way those words caressed your tongue made you gasp in pleasure.

The sting in your neck was temporarily forgotten with the intensity of your feelings. It was true — you could her claim on you. The idea didn’t exactly feel bad, in fact, it felt good.

“Say that you are mine too,” she murmured breathlessly as she brought her lips back to your neck and gave you several soft kisses in rapid succession.

“I’m yours…” You threw your head back again, laughing almost moaning at the feel of her soft kisses.

“Good,” she muttered, her voice breathless and trembling. Your words were music to her ears and your reaction were like poem to her eyes. Your laughter, your moans, every little thing just added to the pleasure of the kiss.

She was feeling the same way as you were. Her breath had quickened, and her lips had curled into a soft smile after hearing you utter those words.

She pressed her body more tightly against yours, letting out a small gasp and tightening her grip slightly around your waist. She could feel that the both of you had reached the breaking point and that whatever happens next will be unstoppable.

“Aren’t you tired of carrying me all this time?” You asked softly. Your hands were tingling wanting to touch her.

“Not tired at all,” she murmured softly, her grip around your neck tightening once more and her breath wavering in the air as she stared into you with her deep blue eyes. “But perhaps…” she smirked, her voice becoming breathier as she continued. “I do want those beautiful hands of yours to do something to me.”

“My beautiful hands?” You stared into her eyes, feeling yourself sinking into them.

She nodded gently and let out a small moan as she noticed the way her breathing began to quicken even more. Your words were making her head spin.

“Yes, those hands,” she replied softly. “I want them to caress my skin. I want them to feel my scars, to explore every inch of my body. I want them to grasp every part of me and hold me tightly.”

You began to breathe rapidly while you squeezed your hands with desire. What you wanted most was to feel it. Unconsciously your hip rubbed against her abdomen.

“I want you to use them on me..”

You stirred in anticipation, still hugging her hips with your legs, and brought your hands to her cheeks. “Let’s get out of here, let’s go to a room so you can make me yours and I can make you mine. Come on, come on.” You begged her, moaning softly.

“Oh, how impatient you are,” she chuckled softly, her voice low and seducing. She could feel the tingling sensation in her body, the heat slowly spreading all over her skin like a thick coat. “Let’s go then,” she muttered, her voice hoarse and breathless.

You got off her hips, almost falling to the ground because of your shaking and unstable legs. You cupped her face and leaned in for a deep kiss, standing on tiptoe.

She felt your lips on hers, pressing firmly with a little more force than she had been expecting. The sudden move made her body tremble, every inch on her skin was feeling sensitive.

She opened her lips and allowed your tongue to enter her mouth. The hot, warm feeling in her throat made her shudder and tremble, and the intense reaction made her want you even more.

Did it matter what would happen after that day? Would you act as if nothing had happened? The answers to those questions interested you much less than the pain of each bite mark on your neck.

None of that mattered now.

I don't know what I did, sorry ❤️ I'm other person when I'm craving that blue eyed woman

[alittlefanatic]

🍎 Midnight Whispers 🍎 Wally Darling x Reader Oneshot!

Tags: Fluff, Romantic, Established Crush and Friendship! Summary: You and Wally have been close friends for some time now! But when you fall asleep early at a sleepover, who knows what you might hear...

(Lovely Art done by karoochui on Twitter!)

Laughter surrounds you, as Barnaby and Julie are cracking up at their own jokes as everyone around them rolled their eyes and groaned. It was a Friday evening, which meant the neighborhood had their weekly get-togethers to catch up and overall have a joyous time, which Julie hosted, of course!

The scent of warm vanilla and sugar filled the air as Poppy was baking her signature cookies while everyone hung out in the living room. Howdy was helping Poppy in the kitchen, Sally, Julie, and Barnaby were sitting in some beanbags, Eddie and Frank were on the love seat, and where were you? Sitting on the couch with no other than Wally Darling himself. You couldn't help but steal a glance in his direction every once in a while. Whether he had his signature smile or laughing at all the commotion.

You were very close with all the neighbors, being in the neighborhood for months, everyone was so welcoming! But Wally always seemed to catch your eye. No matter where or who you were with, Wally would eventually come along on your adventures and tasks with the other neighbors. You two became close because of it! Most of the neighbors would even say you're best friends. You were that close!

You couldn't help but admit, though, that he does make you feel butterflies. Maybe it was his caring disposition or the way you would catch him staring, but it made your heart soar. But Wally? Liking you? You couldn't even entertain the thought. He's known everyone for so long that him liking you seemed farfetched. It was still a nice thought, though nonetheless.

Barnaby's laugh distracted you from your thoughts. "Ok, ok! I have another," he chuckled. "What should you do when you want to try something different with your baking?"

"Oh, oh! I think I know this one!" Julie spoke, with the biggest grin on her face. You couldn't help but smile along with her, even if you knew what was coming.

"Take a whisk!"

"Ha ha ha... that's a good one, Bud." Wally spoke, as you couldn't help but smile warmly. Seeing Wally smile brought you so much joy.

Poppy couldn't help but sigh, a chuckle escaping her as Barnaby and Julie burst out laughing more. "Oh my, you can't find dad jokes that funny, do you?"

"What's wrong with a good ol' dad joke?

"Everything!" Frank chimed in as Eddie chuckled.

"Oh, Frank, lighten up once in a while!" You spoke, causing Frank to roll his eyes in frustration.

"Says you! If anything came from Mr. Darling over there, you'd be a having a laughing fit. Don't try to deny it!"

A faint blush rose to your cheeks as you flashed an angry glare toward him. "Of course I would. He's actually funny, unlike you spoilsport!" You huffed, crossing your arms. Frank, despite his disposition, was smart. He probably knew about your crush on Wally before you even did! Meaning Julie knew as well since they were best buds.

Julie looked over, a playful smirk on her face as you tried to avoid her gaze. "Oh, what's wrong, neighbor? You look a little red~" She teased, getting up from her bean bag to slide next to you on the couch, or, more so slide into you, causing you to close more of the gap with Wally. You gave her a death glare but couldn't help but notice that Wally was staring at you, which caused that blush to fester more.

"Don't you have a shooting star to wish upon?" You teased back, causing Julie to huff, turning a light shade of pink herself. You knew she had a crush on Sally, so two could play at this game. Sally, though, was oblivious, reading through her scripts to memorize her lines for the next play she was going to produce. Julie was lucky... this time.

"Frank, you're not being very neighborly," Wally spoke up with a soft laugh. "Our dear neighbor is just the absolute most! Not my fault they think I'm funny, I do tell good jokes."

Before Frank could retort, Howdy interjected. "The cookies are done, everyone! Come grab yourselves some!"

With an excuse to remove yourself, you quickly got up from the couch, dusting yourself off before running into the kitchen. The scent of vanilla infects your nose as you let yourself relax. "Poppy, these smell delicious!"

"Why, thank you hon! Howdy here was a big help, don't forget to thank him too." She spoke, as you looked, seeing an embarrassed Howdy rubbing the back of his neck.

"Aw gee, I didn't do that much -"

"You did plenty! Don't sell yourself short!"

The two playfully argued back and forth as you grabbed a warm cookie, taking a small bite into its ooey-gooeyness, not noticing Wally walking up beside you.

"Is it good neighbor?"

You almost choked, startled by the voice, as you swallowed. You tried to give a thumbs-up as you attempted to stop coughing. "Yes, it's great -" you coughed, as Julie walked up next, patting your back. God, you felt like a fool.

"Well don't choke now! How else are you going to enjoy more cookies?" She spoke happily, grabbing two cookies as Sally, Eddie, Frank, and Barnaby walked up.

Sally glanced outside, stifling a yawn. "It is starting to get pretty late though, should we start to head back to our homes?"

Eddie nodded, "I was thinking the same, I have a busy day of delivering plenty of packages tomorrow!"

Julie took a bite of her cookie and nodded, as did Howdy and Poppy.

"That might be the best..but! I know you're trying to practice for your play, if you'd like Sally I wouldn't mind if you wanted to stay over...I could help of course!" Julie spoke, and Sally nodded happily with a smile.

Everyone seemed to mutually agree that it might be best to head home for the night, and after everyone grabbed their cookies, everyone started to make their way out. Eddie and Frank left first, then Barnaby, then Poppy and Howdy, til all that was left was you and Wally, cleaning up the remnants of the cookies, and picking up the mess before you left, it's what good neighbors do after all!

"You're so kind neighbor, thank you for helping me clean up! But I think Sally and I got it covered from here.." Julie spoke sheepishly, and I smirked back, about to speak but Wally did first.

"Julie you can just say you want alone time with Sally!~" Wally teased, causing Julie to get redder, and Sally to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Out out out!" Julie retorted, grabbing both Wally and I and practically shoving us out, slamming the door behind us.

Wally and I looked at each other, and we couldn't help but laugh. It was all so silly!

"You would think with how outgoing Julie is, she'd be brave or even bold in telling someone she likes them!"

Wally just laughed, dusting himself off. He seemed more relaxed now that it was just the two of us. I couldn't blame him, sometimes I get overwhelmed in groups too.

"Julie is an absolute sweetheart, but you'd be surprised. She's as stubborn as can be, especially with her feelings! Though, she loves to tease others about theirs."

'Don't I know it...' I thought to myself, as I looked, noticing the sun was starting to set, and my home was unfortunately the farthest one away. "Well, shall we get going Mr. Darling?"

Wally held his arm out for me to hold. "Whenever you are!"

I shyly took his arm, he was such a gentleman. 'It didn't mean anything! He's just being nice!' I thought, shaking my head, as we made our way towards Home. Though, I could have sworn his smile growing wider, wishful thinking I guess.

"I don't know how people can handle long gatherings, my poor social battery is trying its best." I chuckled, starting up a conversation.

Wally glanced over, looking a little concerned that quickly turned to mischief. "Well neighbor, I was going to invite you over for a sleepover, but if you're too tired then I can be all by my lonesome~" He spoke, being rather coy and dramatic, putting his hand to his head as I rolled my eyes.

"I would love to have one! Just because social gatherings get me tired, doesn't mean I'm ever tired of you specifically." I grumbled, glancing over with a smile. Wally looked a little pink, though it was probably the sunset...definitely the sunset.

"Well, I'm glad you think of me in that way neighbor."

It was comfortable silence walking Home, as we saw the familiar red house in the center of town. Making our way up to the door, it creaked as its shutters move.

"Yes home, Neighbor is staying with us tonight! We're having a sleepover!"

Home creaked again, sounding happy as it opened the door for Wally and I. Wally glanced toward me, motioning inside, to which I obliged, letting go of his arm and heading in.

It was quite a bright and colorful home. The walls were bright red, with yellow couches in the living room and colorful portraits of the neighbors all along the wall. Despite its bright colors, home felt cozy. I've been inside before to chat with Wally or to relax with him on days I felt like talking to anyone else would be too much. It was a nice friendship we had.

Friendship...man, those words stung.

The shutting of the door took me out of my thoughts as Wally put his hand to his chin.

"Ok, so what do you think of getting on some pajamas and watching a movie to finish the night off neighbor?"

"I don't have pajamas on me-"

"Silly. Silly. You can borrow mine. That's what neighbors do! Let me go grab some" He cut me off, speaking matter-of-factly as he went down the hallway. Moments later he returned with a blue shirt and some stripped pants, offering them to me.

"That works then, I'll take the couch too, to be polite! Until then, I'll go get changed, and you choose a movie. Thank you again!" I grabbed the clothes, walking down the hallway to the bathroom to get changed and freshen up.

Putting on the clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror, running my hands through my hair to smooth it out and get some of it out of my eyes. The clothes fit somehow, as I folded my other clothes neatly and held them in my hands.

Stepping out, I walk back into the living room with an already-changed Wally. How did he change so fast? He had his stripped pajamas on as well as a blue robe and red house slippers on.

"Oh, neighbor! I found a movie, come and get comfortable, I'll get a blanket!"

Smiling, I went and sat down on the couch, as the movie began to play.

"Is this the Aristocats? I haven't seen this movie in ages I feel." I looked at the familiar animated cats that began to play on the screen. Wally smiled and sat down next to me shortly after, grabbing a blanket and putting it on the both of us.

"Yes! I figured an animated movie might be good to unwind to. As an artist I'm always enthralled with how they animate, it truly is a wonder."

I smiled, watching his eyes seem to dilate at the movie on the screen, as he seemed to absorb every little bit of information he could.

As we watched the movie, I could feel myself getting tired, my eyelids feeling heavy as I leaned my head on Wally's shoulder unapologetically. I yawned, as I felt Wally adjust, as the cats danced and sang on screen, until the tiredness took over, and I shut my eyes.

...

I heard the TV shut off and the room fade to quiet as my eyes were shut. I was too comfortable, I didn't want to move, or open my eyes, this was nice. I could feel Wally shuffle, and I groaned, him moving softly as he gently lifted my head off his shoulder, before putting it back down.

I opened my eyes slightly, I was...horizontal now? I moved my head, only to realize I was laying on Wally's chest, as he laid back on the couch, resting his head on the armrest. My heart began to beat faster before I felt a hand on my head, rubbing it, which calmed me down. I shut my eyes again, feeling comfort at that moment as I heard a soft sigh.

"You're so cute when your sleepy neighbor..." Wally spoke softly, and I could feel him staring at me, rubbing my head. I felt more awake, but I acted like I was asleep, what more could he say?

"I hope your resting well...and having sweet dreams... I'm glad you're here, even if you are sleeping. At least you're sleeping soundly." Another sigh escaped him, he seemed to be deep in thought.

"You always make my days better, from the moment you came into the neighborhood, I knew you were going to be special to me. You had such a kind smile, despite being nervous about meeting us. It..was sweet. You took notice to me immediately it seems, and introduced yourself so quickly."

I couldn't help but smile in my sleep as I listened to him speak, he really thought that way about me?

"I wish I could be braver around you...I guess that's why I'm saying this while you sleep... that makes me a coward huh? But, that's ok. I don't mind watching your beauty from afar. You always seem to brighten up my days, even if you aren't directly in them. Though, I'd always want you to be in them.."

I adjusted myself slightly to get comfortable, Wally halting his words until he could tell I was 'asleep' again. He covered me up more with the blanket before rubbing my head again as he continued.

"I guess you could say...I like you...but I'd want to tell you in a cordial way! You deserve the best..not something bland. Maybe I could get you flowers, or maybe I could paint you...you are one of my biggest muses. Maybe a picnic? I'm unsure...maybe I need to ask Julie.."

Wally yawned, getting more tired by the minute, while I was trying my hardest to hide my smile and act asleep.

"Even tonight you were just, divine...I could feel myself getting nervous. Thankfully everyone was joking, or you might have noticed. You were all I could focus on..."

Silence hung in the air for a moment, as I hung onto every word. It was sweet, he made me feel safe.

"You feel different from the rest of the world, you had...this spark, that no one else did. Something like that can't be ignored...so I..I fell in love with you. I fell in love with the spark you gave me. I fell in love with the way you made me believe that I could feel this way about someone.." I could slowly start to feel my mind slipping again, his loving words making me relaxed and my heart fluttered. I wasn't going to interrupt him, especially now. His voice was becoming softer and softer, as were his head patting motions, as he seemed to become more relaxed. This would be a talk for the morning, for now?

This moment was all I needed.

After some deep breaths, the cozy warmth finally overtook me, as I slipped off into dreamland, the biggest smile on my face. ...

The morning came, almost too quickly, as I yawned, stretching to wake myself up. "Good morning neighbor, did you sleep well?" Wally spoke softly. Did he even sleep? I looked up at him, with a soft smile.

"The best sleep I've had in a long time."

AUTHORS NOTE:

This was honestly SO cute that I thought about making a second part to this where the reader reveals they heard everything…what do you think?

Also this is my first oneshot ever...I hope you enjoyed!! I tried my best!!

[erisawrites]

How Windbreaker men would be if they dated women like them

Context: A refresher from the generic trope of grumpy guy x sunshine girl where their lovers share the same traits and personalities as them, causing to bring out something besides their usual behaviour

Pairing: WB men x f!reader

Owen Knight

Wc: 1046 words

Note : 10 reblogs for Vinny version!

M A S T E R L I S T

It's not a surprise the most popular boy's love life had everyone's binoculars glued onto it. And by everyone, this also spanned onto the many foreign fan bases that Light Cavalry's charisma had swooned the hearts of many.

It was a ridiculously large amount, even more ridiculous were those scoops of what sort of woman's heart he captured, a piece at the epicenter of gossip following a rare paparazzi shot of him blushing behind a bouquet of roses.

That triggered another fresh wave of rumors, the intel and scoops almost becoming unbearable for the other members, who were forced to fend off all sorts of creeps in his absence, each revealing themselves as his ‘secret lover’ who ‘truly knew everything about him’.

Though if these self-proclaimed lovers had even an inkling of their idol, they would have realized from the blushing photograph that he hadn't captured a heart, but rather his was captured first.

“Did you like the roses I sent you?”

She sent more than roses, and Owen was grateful she sent over his chauffeur before he collapsed on the zebra crossing, “They're nice.”,he grinned, stifling his gushing for a moment, “Though I've seen better in London.”

“So should I send over a plane ticket next?”,the man rolled his eyes in mock annoyance.

“You spoil me too much, remember I'm the man in this relationship?”

“Remember you're my man in this relationship?”,he could pick up that awful smirk in her voice, “I haven't even paid back half of what you've done for me.”

“That's because they're not supposed to be paid for.”,his voice stressed, though joy was bouncing in his eyes as he gazed out the window, “You're supposed to keep quiet and enjoy them. My money looks better on you.”

“Same over here! Money never bought me happiness unless it was spent on you.”,hearing her voice constricted his heart. Part of him urged to remind her that she didn’t need to spend anything, while the other reminded him that her actions were no different from his. Unsurprisingly, the two had found someone who’s love language is the exact same as the other.

“If I was given all the money in the world.”,he dropped the bouquet onto his lap, his forehead pressed against the cool window glass. Only moments ago, the streets were bathed in the warm sunlight, illuminating the dreary shops and pavement into a square of liveliness. The Sun seemed to take a momentary break now, as thick clouds coalesced overhead, casting shadows over his tanned cheeks. “I’d spent all of it on bringing you back.”

Her soft sigh was like music to his ears, a melody so rejuvenating that he yearned to hear it in real life, “If it were up to me, I’d walk over next block and host the match in their hotel reception itself. But oh well.”

“Nonsense, your championship’s the main priority here,”,he reaffirmed, taking a mental note to free up his schedule to watch her live matches, “I’m getting a new TV soon, so make sure to beat these semis. Then,I have something interesting to show off on Live Feed.”

“You and your rotten spoiled tendencies…”,she huffed, and he could hear the eye roll in her voice, “And here I thought my beloved would bless me with words of encouragements.”

“Bring the cup home so I can brag about you.”

“I’ll bring home your body.”

“Bridal style, please!”,he crossed his legs in mock interest, “I don’t mind being carried in your arms, you too need something to brag about.”

“Man, I forget how insufferable you are…”

“You also forget how deeply in love I am with you, to the point only your presence makes me content.”

Silence elapsed in the call, with each person biting back smiles that fought to stretch wide across their faces, “Whe-Where are you headed?”

“What’s gotten you shy all of the sudden?”,he grinned, before frowning as he looked through the front window, “And how am I supposed to know? Didn’t you book this ride for…for….”

Static noises filled the call, but this didn’t register in his mind as he was too occupied with what’s before him, something so bizarre, so unimaginable, that it had his heart swelling in elation.

He stumbled out of the car before the frightened chauffeur could react, his feet taking off instantly, kicking up sand as he raced towards the beach’s shoreline, where the small silhouette of a woman was highlighted by the sunset.

“Hm? It seems you’ve cut my call.”,she swiveled around as she heard footsteps, her phone pressed against her ear, right next to smiling lips, “Or it seems I have faster connection.”

“Y/N!”,the man shrieked joyously, locking his arms around her waist as he embraced her deeply. The woman burrowed her face in his shoulders as he spun her around, the woman's laughter mixing with the strong winds, “Oh, my baby, you came!”

“Yes I did, love.”,she cupped his cheeks, eyes swirling with deep affection and admiration, “I came. For you.”

“For…me?”,his smile slowly morphed into confusion, “But what about the finals?”

“Let’s just say…”,her fingers fiddled with her lanyard that he overlooked, with a bold print stamped at the bottom of the card reading ‘FINALISTS’, ”They agreed to give away the cup at the homes of the final groups. You can thank my charisma for that.”

“I can’t believe it!”,he dropped her gently, hands never leaving her waist, “You’re gonna do your finals here? Oh, baby, I’m so proud of you!”

“Who isn’t?”,she smirked, lifting her shoulders, “I got a long list of admirers everywhere I go!”

“A long list of admirers,”,Owen brought their faces closer, his forehead pressing against her soft skin, “Where I’m standing at the front.”

The nonchalant coolness left her face, replaced with a lovestruck blush that widened her eyes in admiration, “More like fought his way to the front!”

“Brutally.”,he added, eyes squinting in an innocent smile

Though she forever deflects his smooth advances with her playfulness, she failed to deflect his eyes off her abashed smile and reddened cheeks, and she had the whole world's admiration at her feet, yet only swells with pride upon receiving his.

[anasanthology]

Two’s A Company, Three’s A Crowd, Four… is Just Perfect

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ MDNI (I don’t care who reads just if your account age is set to under 18 don’t interact please), praise kink, breeding kink, very light choking, lowkey Soft Dom!Ethan Winters, possibly super light degradation but not really, overall pretty tame, fem-specific gendered terms. Not proofread.

Notes: MY FIRST FIC BE NICE!!! Honestly, I can’t tell if this is bad or not 👀 This took me days to finish because I lost energy like half way through 😭 Sorry if it’s a little ooc, I tried to not do that but it might be 🫣 ANYWAYS, hope you like it 😁 if you have any comments JUST SAY THEM they will be appreciated 💕 hope you like, lovelies ☺️

3.6k words | Ethan Winters x AFAB!Reader

You stand on the porch of a small townhouse. Feeling the cool air blow around you, you try to make yourself smaller in your coat. It was freezing outside, but gas was expensive so you walked. The sweet burn of prolonged cold nipped at your fingertips and exposed ankles. The distant cries of a young child getting louder, accompanied by heavy fevered footsteps. The door swings open and a man pokes his head out giving you a weak tired smile.

“Are you the babysitter?”

“Yes.”

That was 9 months ago, and you wouldn’t have even imagined that would have led to this.

***

“What?” Your eyes widened. ‘What did she just say?’

“I asked if you could give me a little sister. My friend has a little sister and she said that her daddy helped her mommy build her in her tummy.” Rose kept on coloring with her crayons as she talked, “Mommy’s not here, but daddy could help you,” She smiled at you then looked towards her father, “right daddy?” Ethan’s body visibly tenses at the question and he lets out an awkward laugh.

“I don’t think it works like that Rosie.”

“Why not?”

“Cause…” he swallows thickly, “cause it has to be a mommy and daddy, and she’s not a mommy.” Rose crosses her arms and puffs out her cheeks.

“That’s dumb!” She throws her crayons onto the paper and pouts.

“How ‘bout we go to bed, Rose.” You suggest.

“‘M not tired!”

“If you lay down now I’ll have time to read you that book you like, I’ll even do the funny voices.” Rose’s entire demeanor changes.

“Really? Like it when you do the fish, it’s silly.” She giggles.

“It is silly, now let’s go!” You grab Rose’s hand and lead her to her room to put her to bed. “Long ago, a young girl went with her mother to pick berries for her father who was hard at work…” You read to her making sure to do the voices extra dramatic, you always added in new voice lines to make it a little more entertaining and she loved it everytime.

***

“She’s asleep.” You walk into the kitchen finding Ethan pouring a glass of wine.

“She loves it when you read to her. Thought it was gonna be a lot harder to get her to bed since she missed her nap today.” Ethan huffed with amusement. “I can never get her down that easily, she always says I’m doing the voices wrong and that you do it better.”

“Does she really?” You walk up to the counter he’s standing by.

“Every time.” He laughs then holds his glass to you, “you want some?”

“Maybe a glass, I don’t wanna stumble home.”

“I’ve told you that I could pay for your gas to and from here, it’s not that big of an expense and it’s getting cold out.” That was Ethan, always worried about everyone else even when it inconvenienced him.

“No,” you just shake your head, “I don’t mind it. Plus, I get more steps in.”

“If your legs get cut off from frostbite you won’t get any steps in.” He starts pouring you a glass, he had already taken one out for you before you even came into the room.

“God, Ethan!” Your eyes widened and you laughed, “you’re so morbid!”

“I’m just trying to look out for you,” he slides you your glass, “and if you can’t babysit anymore I don’t think Rose will ever sleep again.” You take a sip of your drink and slosh the wine around your glass.

“Guess I’ll have to start searching for wheelchair ramps then!”

“Okay, smarty pants.” Ethan rolls his eyes.

“Or you could get her that sister, bet a new baby in the house will tire her out.” You nudge his shoulder and giggle. Ethan’s body tightens up next to you.

“Oh I… yeah that could work.” He laughs nervously and looks away as a light blush dusts his cheeks. “I’m sorry for that by the way, she… Rose has been asking for a sister since I started socializing her at that parent support group place.” You notice his embarrassment and lean in.

“Oh don’t worry, Ethan. She’s just a kid, she didn’t know what she was saying. Bet though if you bring it up in like ten years she’ll be totally embarrassed!” Ethan lets out a soft laugh but is still visibly tense.

“Yeah, probably…” he chews his lip and sucks in a breath.

“You ever thought about it?”

“W-what?” He seemed to just about jump out of his skin.

“Have you ever thought about having another kid?” You give him an amused look.

“Oh. Uh… sometimes.” Color fills his cheeks and he looks away. It was a lie. He thought about it constantly. All Ethan wanted was more kids. He just understood how much he already struggled raising Rosemary alone, and didn’t want her or another kid to suffer from his irresponsibility. 

“What did you think I meant?” You giggled and leaned in a little further, now starting to enter his space. Maybe it was the wine that emboldened you, or maybe that was just your excuse.

“I uh…” he huffed out a laugh, “I thought you meant kids with you specifically.” Immediately after saying that he realized what had just left his mouth. Wine always seemed to make him unable to shut up.

“Oh.” Your face heated up not expecting him to be so straightforward. “Well, have you?” You ask in a quieter voice.

“No! I…” he exhales and looks over at you, you guys just look at each other in silence for what feels like forever. “Yes.” His voice was so quiet if you hadn’t been laser focused on him you would’ve missed it.

“Really?” You whispered back. You didn’t sound angry or even surprised, just hopeful. He nodded.

“Have you thought about it?”

“Yes.” You answered immediately, what did you have to hide now? He wanted it too.

“You have?” Ethan looks at you completely shocked. After the words left his mouth he expected you to yell at him, slap him even, for being a creep—rightfully so, in his opinion—and then quit on the spot, not agree.

“I have.” You bite your lip and look into your glass, heat starts climbing to your face. The fact that you had thought about that… Ethan could feel his cock start to kick at his thighs.

“And what are we gonna do about that?” His voice came out a lot shakier than he intended. Sounding more like he was genuinely curious rather than confident and flirty like he intended. It didn’t matter though, hearing those words come from him made your breath hitch.

“Well…” you bite your lip thinking for a minute. ‘Oh what the hell.’ Grabbing his shirt you pull him closer and press your lips to his. It wasn’t really a hot passionate kiss, more just a ‘I really hope you don’t fire me’ kiss, well at least it wasn’t at first. Ethan’s body relaxes after a few seconds, his hands come to your waist to pull you against him. The tip of his tongue peeking from between his lips to lick a hot stripe across your bottom lip. Suddenly you’re jumping up to sit on the kitchen counter and parting your thighs so he can slot himself between them. You let your hands wander behind his back and grab at his shirt as his start to rub at your sides. One of them runs up your body to press against your neck. Your body straightens and you break the kiss with a pant.

“You like that?” He pulls back a little further so he can look from your eyes to your kiss-swollen lips. Swallowing thickly as you try to respond to his words, yet nothing seems to come out. “Hmm?” He squeezes your throat lightly and you whine. Slick pools into the gusset of your panties. You try and push your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs, only leaving you wanting and squirmy as your knees push against the sides of his hips. 

“Mmh, yeah you do.” He squeezes your neck again softly and you continue to unsuccessfully try to clench your thighs together searching for friction. Noticing this, he lets his other hand fall to your thigh so that he can pull you closer to him. Not quite close enough to feel him where you need it.

“I do, I like it.” You nod your head as you talk quietly, your eyes glazing over with want.

“Yeah?” The hand on your thigh climbs up to rest on where your thigh meets your hip and he lets his thumb run along the crotch seam of your pants. “Pretty girl.” He presses his thumb in and watches your face, seeing the way your eyelashes flutter and how your lips part slightly as you gasp. You look down to where his thumb rubs at your cunt. The fabric separating him from actually touching you providing a much needed friction on your clit.

“Ethan…” your voice nothing but a whiny whisper.

“Hmm? What sweetheart?” The hand on your throat coming up to your jaw, his thumb swiping across your lower lip making you shiver. “You want something?” He keeps eye contact and keeps rubbing his thumb around your lips. Letting his finger dip into your mouth slightly, going in and out, back and forth, slowly, never letting it move in far enough. He rubs your saliva across your lips on every hot drag out of your mouth. Your lip starts to quiver and you move your head forward a little, trying to take his thumb deeper into your mouth.

“Mmm, yes.” He bites his lip and breathes out heavily. You wrap your tongue around his thumb and start licking tentative stripes up his finger, getting more confident as his jaw slacks.

“Keep going,” he whispers, “just like that.” You let your lips close around his finger so you can start sucking around his thumb. “Oh, good girl. Doing so good for me.” His head tilts back a little before he catches himself so he can keep watching the way your lips move when you suck him in. You pull your lips off him with a pop and a string of spit connects his thumb to your lips.

“Ethan, I want more.” You take your arms from his body and put your hands on the counter, leaning back.

“You want more, what?” He raises his brows at you.

“I want more of you, want more touching.” You lean in, biting your wet lips and smiling softly.

“No.” He lets his hands move to sit over yours, pressing them softly into the counter as he leans in to you even further than you did him. “I was telling you to ask for more.” His voice is firm but gentle, and any doubt he had in the beginning was gone. It made you wet. You couldn’t help but squirm a little at what was happening, or the implication of what it could mean for later.

“Oh okay…” you swallow, “Ethan, I want more, please?” Your voice comes out whiny and shaky. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” He starts unbuttoning and unzipping your pants before helping you to stand. He stands back to watch you as you start pulling your jeans down. Ethan watches you bend forward, the way your hands slide down your legs. You're making sure to pull them off slowly and completely so you don’t look like an idiot struggling out of your pant legs. You push them to the side and look up at him as you stand. Finally really paying attention to him rather than what he’s doing. Seeing you look at him like that, he palms himself over his jeans. You stand all the way up and pull your shirt over your head. Tossing it aside before putting your hands behind your back. Biting your lip as you look from his face down to the hand that teases his cock through his pants.

“Turn around and bend over, baby.” He looks you up and down like you’re a toy and keeps touching himself.

“M’kay.” You turn around like he asks and bend yourself forward till you can feel the cold surface against your cheek.

“Good girl.” His hand roams up the back of one of your thighs all the way up to rub your lower back. You arch for him, picking your head up and putting your arm over each other in front of you. He breathes out heavily and steps forward pressing himself against your hip.

“Oh look at you. You wanna be touched don’t you, baby?” You nod your hand and bury your face in your arms. “Yeah you do.” Ethan leans in pressing his front to your back and hooks his finger under the band of your underwear. He pulls it back a little and lets it slap back against your skin softly with a smile. His hand moves down to cup your sex, the feeling making you whine. “You’re so wet. Did I do this, Hmm? You’re wet for me?” He whispers right against your neck and you nod enthusiastically.

“Yes, ‘m wet for you.” He starts carding his fingers through your slit over your underwear, soaking them even more.

“Mmm, which part? Was it when I squeezed that little throat, or maybe…” Ethan leans in further so you can feel his lips ghost over your neck, “or maybe it was when I said I fantasized about knocking you up?” You could feel your pussy gush into your panties as you moan at his words.

“Oh? Which one?” The smirk in his voice is audible.

“I… both.” Your breath is shaky and your face heats up at having to admit that.

“Both? Well I guess we’ll have to do both then. Won’t we, sweetheart?” Your lips push together hard and you press back against his hand, still sliding lazily against your slit. His hand moves up and he hooks his fingers under the band of your underwear again, but this time he starts pulling them down. Strings of slick connect you to your panties as he pulls them away.

“Look at you, so needy.” His fingers return to your slit and you arch back more. “Aww, you’re getting me all messy, baby. You know, I bet I could slip right into this needy little cunt without any preparation. You’d take it all wouldn’t you?” His fingers move to toy with your clit making you gasp.

“Mhm.” Your voice is muffled but he can still hear how whiny your tone is.

“But I’m not that mean, even though I know you’d like it. I’ll get you ready, baby, wanna hear that pretty voice while I fuck you with my fingers.” He moves his hand to line up one of his fingers and push it inside. “Oh god, so tight. Gonna stretch you out, baby.” He starts slowly dragging his finger in and out of your gummy walls. “You think you can take a little more?” Without even waiting to hear an answer he pushes another finger up into you.

“Etha-“ you whimper and bite your lip, moving backwards and forwards a little to meet his fingers when they push in. He flips his fingers over inside you and starts curling them against that spot inside you making you see stars.

“Pretty girl, you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about doing this. Bending you over the counter and filling you up while you whine and beg. Ask for it, baby. Ask me to fill you up.” He starts curling his fingers harder against your walls, pushing them against you the whole time he drags out. He stands up straight but keeps himself pressed against your hip.

“Please, Ethan. Fill me up, please.” Your voice is high and whiny. He throws his head back with a moan and starts rubbing himself against you.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah you sound so good like that. So so good.” Ethan’s voice is breathy and his other hand starts to toy with his belt, undoing it and pulling it through his belt loops to toss on the floor with a clatter. His fingers start to undo his jeans and he tries to pull them down quickly. “Shit.” He pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss of stimulation. “Be patient, baby.” You look back at him as he pulls his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. When you see his cock spring free you bite your lip and moan. Unable to look away from his leaking pink tip, your thighs clench together and your toes curl in your shoes. Ethan starts teasing the vein going up his length while he watches your face. Your mouth opens in a silent moan at the sight. “You like this, sweet girl? Seeing me touch myself while looking at you all bent over and desperate?”

“Yes, Ethan. Fuck, please, I need it.” You throw your head down onto your arms, unable to watch him any longer afraid you might cum just from seeing him.

“Of course.” He steps forward and starts rubbing his hard cock through your slit.

“Ethan, pl-“ you gasp and throw your head back when he suddenly pushes in about half way. He pulls back and pushes in slowly, going further with each stroke. Ethan’s hands grip the edge of the counter and his head falls forward. He stares intently where you two connect and lets out a quiet moan. The thought of his cock leaking pre-cum into your aching hole makes you clench around him.

“Shit. Oh fuck!” Ethan lets out a strained moan and his hand slides up your back and around your throat. The feeling of his hands on you makes you push back. He grins and squeezes the sides of your throat making you clench around him again. “Oh you do like that don’chu,” he leans forward so he’s pressed against your back and pushes all the way in, his tip touching your cervix, “gonna fill up this little hole while I squeeze your throat. You want that? Want me to cream your cunt while you get choked?” Your eyes roll back and you grind up against him at his words.

“Ethan, mmm please. Oh f…” your eyes start to water and your tongue goes limp in your mouth, “wanna be full.”

“Yeah oh, sweet girl.” He talks softly and starts fucking up into you again making sure to grind his tip right against your cervix. “I’m gonna fill you till it takes, baby.” You’re completely speechless, just moaning and whining completely at his mercy. He pulls you up against him and knocks your legs apart with his foot. His other hand coming up to slip a couple fingers passed your lips, which you immediately start sucking and licking on. “There you go, being such a good girl for me.” Ethan kisses the top of your head tenderly. You make a noise and he immediately takes his fingers out of your mouth to grip your face. “Hmm? What, sweetheart?”

“Wanna be a good girl. Jus’ for you.” The hand on your throat goes down so he can rub and toy with your clit. You moan and squirm against him at the stimulation. “You gonna cum, baby? Yeah, cum right on my cock, make a mess.” Your eyes roll back and fat tears roll down your cheeks to drop onto your chest.

“Ethan I-Ethan, mmm.” You start mumbling incoherently and he finally pushes you over. He slows his movements on you clit but keeps up his pace fucking you through your orgasm.

“Good girl, feel’ so good when you cum.” He pushes you back down on the table abruptly and puts his hands on your back keeping you there. “Take it.”

“Ethan, ‘m so sensitive, please.”

“I said take it.” You couldn’t help but just moan at the way he was talking to you. Ethan was always so sweet, you couldn’t have even imagined he could speak like that. “Oh you like that? You want me to get rough with you? Hmm?” He starts fucking into you harder, his tip bullying into your cervix. Your body just goes limp against the counter and he laughs softly. “Gonna cream this needy cunt. You want that? I know you do, baby, I can feel it.” One of his hands tangles up into your hair and pulls tentatively.

“Ethan.” You couldn’t say anything else, you couldn’t even think.

“Gonna knock you up, pretty girl. I’ll fuck you as much as it takes, till I get to see you all swollen with my child.” His voice starts getting shaky and high. He was watching the way your slick would string between you two everytime he pulled back. Suddenly his moans started to turn into whimpers and you could hear him suck air through his teeth. “Oh fuck…” Ethan throws his head back and pushes all the way into you, pressing his tip right against your cervix. Hot thick stripes of cum painted your walls. “There you go, good girl.” His head tilts back and he closes his eyes. He lets go of your hair and starts running his fingers along your back gently. All that could be heard was the heavy breaths that filled the air. He pulls out and you whine at the empty feeling. “You did so good.” He pulls you straight up against him and holds you. You can feel his cum start to drip and run down your thighs. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Feel good.” Your voice was quiet and weak.

“Yeah? I'm glad, pretty girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He kisses your shoulder softly.

“Mmh, m’kay.” You close your eyes and lay your head against him.

“Let’s go.” He picks you up and starts carrying you to the bathroom to clean you off. “Think you’re gonna have to come around more often with a little one on the way.”

***

You were so glad you took this job.

[shogvnate]

DOLCEZZA, donna beneviento x f! reader.

donna beneviento (& angie) comforting you, oneshot.

contains; donna beneviento

warnings; comfort, fluff, implied abandonment issues but why she's comforting you in the first place can be read as vague.

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"dolcezza? my love, what's wrong?" donna frantically reached out for your hand, she held it carefully, rubbing circles on the back of it like a prized pottery.

she rose up so that the two of you were now face to face, placing her thumb underneath your eye to wipe your tear stains. "have you been crying while i was gone? dolcezza, can you tell me what's wrong?"

"donna, i—"

you let out a choked sob, tightening your grip on her cold hand. that was something unique about her, how her hands were always so cold and yet they never failed to give you comfort anytime and anywhere. you always told her the two of you were a match made in heaven, because you always offer your hand warming services to her (for free!) and she doesn't ever complain about it, in fact, she loves all your silly little ideas.

you entwined your fingers with her long ones, breathing in and out softly as you tried to steady your nerves.

"slowly dolcezza, breathe slowly," she encouraged, looking at you as if asking for silent permission and only hugging you when you gave her an approving nod.

you took a few deep breaths, clinging onto her like tomorrow is the apocalypse. at last you can feel a surge of tranquility kickstarting in your gut, no doubt being influenced by donna's own cadou, but you didn't mind. you needed that extra help.

"sì, just like that, breathe slowly. everything will be alright. if it's not, then i'll help you make it alright."

"donna…"

"that's it… you did absolutely amazing, dolcezza," she cooed softly, her husky voice scratching your ears like a recording of your favorite song. "i'm so… so proud of you, mia dolce ragazza. you're so brave, the bravest girl i know."

"thank you, donna," you murmured, your chest heaving much more slowly as you buried yourself onto the crook of her shoulder. she smelt floral, a mix of jasmine and petrichor. the smell of home.

she let you, placing her hand on the back of your neck, "anything for you, dolcezza."

as you drifted into a dreamless sleep, donna raised her head at the sound of the front door being pushed open, revealing a jolly angie who carried a bouquet of wildflowers. she had sent angie to fetch some for you but completely forgot about it when she saw you curled on the floor next to the staircase.

if only angie could roll her eyes, because she one hundred percent would. donna noticed that and slumped slightly, fully aware of what she'll say next.

"get a room you lovebirds!" she huffed, shoving the bouquet to donna's unsuspecting free hand and crossing her tiny wooden arms while tapping her feet.

"i got those flowers for free! you don't even pay me, dons, and what do i get in return? a free coupon for being the third wheeler?"

"angie…" donna warned, shaking her head vehemently. "... keep quiet."

"oh!" she gasped, mockingly placing her hand on top of her wooden chest. "i'm hurt. you've hurt me, dons. you did. this is why i prefer her more than you."

donna stared at her, sitting so still in place that an ant's movement would be more noticeable than the slight up and down on her chest. she relented in the end, letting out a heavy sigh.

"the two of you can play later, angie. but she needs her rest," donna explained, glancing at you as her gaze softened. "she needs it more than anything right now."

"fiiinnnneeeee…" angie groaned.

"and thank you for bringing me the flowers," donna smiled. "she'll appreciate it when she wakes up."

"aww shucks," angie giggled, leaning slightly to whisper despite no one else being around. "please tell her that it's mostly from me."

she mustered out a light chuckle of her own, giving her a nod. angie let out a cheer before bouncing up and out of the room, leaving only her and you behind. she gazed upon the assortment of monochromatic flowers fondly before leaving it on top of the table. she'll just place it in a vase later.

"hear that, dolcezza? with angie and me, you'll never feel alone again," she placed a hand on your cheek as she laid you down on the couch,

"we'll always be here for you."

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[luvyurself]

harvest festival

a/n : I HATE HIM I HATE HIM AUGHHHHH HES SECRETLY SO IN LOVE WITH HIS S/O I JUST KNOW IT

flufftober masterlist

c/w : she/her pronouns, togami being himself, but he wuvs you, he really really wuvs you, he’s so ooc, he cares about you more than his fight for inheritance, it’s disgusting, HUEGHHHHH, reader is a sweetheart, reader is implied to be middle class, he does not care tho, she grew up with a loving family, MORE READERS WITH HAPPY FAMILIES PLEASEEEE

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“I’m going to be cleaning hay out of my pants for weeks now, thank you very much.” byakuya scowled, brushing off his backside and giving her a glare.

she didn’t bristle at the slightest, “oh come on, ‘kuya, you loved it.” she smiled, making his eyes roll at the nickname.

“I did not, it was bumpy, cramped, and quite frankly,” he pushed his glasses up his nose, “anything but enjoyable.” he spoke, crossing his arms and huffing his hot air.

the smile on her face grew a little bigger, a teasing one, “oh…you’re just saying that, and besides,” she tapped his hand, a signal to want to hold his, “it wasn’t even cramped, you just pressed yourself next to me to get away from the others on the ride.”

he opens his mouth to give a retort, but nothing comes out. he just shut his mouth, his hand going into hers and giving her a lax grip, “just….shut up already.” he mumbled, his face slightly flushing as he felt her warm hand in his.

she hummed, letting go of the teasing and pulling him along with her, “come on, there’s just one more thing I want to show you.”

he let her pull her along, the stoic expression never leaving his face, but he couldn’t deny that stupid feeling of butterfly’s in his stomach when she did so.

byakuya would swear up and down that he let her drag him away from his luxurious mansion to the harvest festival to “shut her up,” but he knows that was a complete lie.

before meeting her, he would have never entertain the thought of even doing, in his parents words, “filthy commoner” activities. they practically drilled it into his and his siblings heads that they had absolutely no time for anything “fun”, making sure that they all focused on one thing: competing for the togami name.

doing something other than stressing about battling for inheritance, felt really good. he could practically feel the stress from earlier melting away little by little.

now here he was, getting pulled by his girlfriend to an open area and stopping, bouncing in her spot as she glanced at him, “I promise, we’re almost done, I just needed to show you this one thing.”

he rose a brow at her, about to spew some nonsense on how it better have been worth it before he flinched at the sudden loud noise and looked up.

up in the sky, a single firework lit up the sky, with more following and shining down with the multiple colors.

she stared up at the sky, smiling at the colors, “this used to be my favorite event of the festival….I loved to watch it with my family.”

he stood silent, taking in everything. he thought about how she would always bring him to such simple mundane things, like simply going shopping, a walk in the park, or even just inviting him to her home with her family.

as much as he acted like he was too good for such things, he found himself looking forward for anything she had planned for them, no matter how simple it was to him.

because to her, it meant the whole world.

she didn’t have a mansion, she didn’t have a family competing with each other, she was just surrounded with love.

and byakuya found himself not caring in the slightest about her upbringing, even though he was raised with the mindset of only dating the richest people and to never settle for less.

he cleared his throat, awkwardly bringing his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him, “well….I guess it was worth it.” he spoke, never taking his eyes off the sky.

she felt her ears grow warm and her heart speed up at the action. he never initiated any other form of contact other than hand holding, in fact he was firmly against pda.

of course she had no problem with that, but she couldn’t deny the giddy feeling in her stomach when he did so.

she leaned her head on his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh in contentment, “I’m glad you indulge in my little ideas….I know you go to more extravagant ones than this.”

he hummed, letting himself squeeze her waist a tiny bit, “well…..for what it’s worth,” he paused, letting his gaze go to her as he tried to find his words. he stared at the way the fireworks lit up her face, making her more beautiful to him.

and for the first time in a long time, byakuya togami was love struck.

“this is….better than the ones I’ve ever attended before.” his tone was a bit awkward and stiff, but she could tell he meant it.

her heart raced even faster at that, the smile on her face growing a bit as she turned to him, “yeah….me too..” she whispered to him going back to watching the firework show.

the end of his lips twitched upwards, moving his gaze back towards the sky once more.

he let himself come to a conclusion, he won’t let anything get in the way of what they had.

if he inherits the family name, he wants her to be right by his side and give her everything and more.

And if he doesn’t, he wouldn’t mind one bit starting a new life with her.

maybe living a simple life wouldn’t be so bad.

course he would never admit it.

[instarsandcrime]

A Lesson Learned

Hi hello! So when I was first writing this I thought 'oh yeah, turns out Lucifer is allergic to pollen and he was in charge of Eden that's funny haha time to make a goofy fluffy thing where Charlie surprises him with flowers from the Garden' and then it absolutely turned into hurt/comfort because apparently that's just how I write! I will be putting a trigger warning below as well because this getssss...heavy as to the reason of why he's allergic? Kinda? It seems to fit with the Hazbin Hotel theme and Lucifer's arc so it shouldn't be a problem, but I'm going to put it down just in case.

(Also a fun little headcanon from @glitterrosesnzz! Hey Rose, see if you can spot it ;) )

TW: Religious trauma/guilt

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It started, unlike many other nights, as one of the most wonderful Lucifer had ever experienced.

Though the Hazbin Hotel was bigger and brighter than ever, the atmosphere at the bar was cozy and warm. Tight-knit, like the lavishly spacious walls never existed– instead a little pigeonhole made for his little girl and the family that followed her to war and back. And even when he stepped onto the top floor's balcony, the laughter he left behind followed on the summer breeze, spilling from the windows like an overflowing teacup. He leaned on its railing, eyelashes fluttering closed to listen to its joined melody.

It was just missing its lead chorister.

"Dad!" Ahh, and there's the lady of the hour! The demon king spun around to soak in his darling daughter, marveling at how much she’d grown. Her long, flaring black ballgown swept gracefully as she crossed the threshold. 

"Charlie!” Lucifer beamed, greeting her with arms wide open. A giggle slipped from painted lips, and the princess lurched forward– before remembering herself and the hands behind her back. And all too suddenly Charlie had locked her stilettos in place, thick brows furrowed in concentration as she willed herself to not give her father a large, loving squeeze.

"Nope! Surprise first, hugs later." She stated. Lucifer was almost impressed, considering this was. Well. Charlie. He busied his hands instead with the twirl of his cane. Then, with much pomp and circumstance, dramatically drooped his lanky frame against its ruby red delicious handle.

"I dunno,” He heaved a wilting sigh, “I don’t think your ol’ man’s heart can take this much excitement! First you stop an extermination, then we start getting clients from all around the pride ring. But wow me some more, why don'tcha?"

"W-well I mean, it’s not much, but-- but Vaggie and I were talking, and between building like eighty percent of the hotel, kicking Adam's prick ass--"

"Language." The fallen angel teased.

"Kicking Adam's prick butt." Charlie rolled her eyes, still biting back a smirk.

"There we go."

"And you also, um. Want to restart a new relationship with me. That…really means a lot.” She swallowed, “So I, um, I pulled some strings with Emily, and I know you probably miss Eden..."

"...Oh..." Lucifer breathed. He felt his eyes water at the silky firework of colors that finally came into view. Not burnt, singed, or stained by blood. Not covered in poisoned barbs or snapped the air blindly with rows of teeth.

Flowers. Actual, honest-to-goodness flowers from the Garden itself.

"Charlie, I..." He huffed out a laugh as he stepped closer, taking the bouquet in his arms as delicately as a second child. "Stars above, they're wonderful!"

"'Stars above'?" Charlie stifled a laugh. Millenia-old angel lingo completely ignored as her father excitedly looked them over. Slit pupils dilated, shimmering like jewels. Sharp claws delicately pawing at each one like a slight breeze could rip their petals to shreds.

"Hah! I remember these! Oh man, what were they called? Carnations? Irises? I can't even remember which design I-- snff! Oh, sorry! Gimme a sec, Sweetie." He chuckled wetly, taking out a handkerchief to wipe away budding tears. But even when as dabbed his emotions away, he endlessly detailed each little part of his creations like they were precious cogs in a grand design, a universe he itched to re-explore.

"And roses! I've-- snfff! I've never created something so romantic at the time but…b-but…!"

Lucifer froze. Fat droplets spilled into small streams, shoulders shaking as his breath hitched. And all too suddenly, Charlie’s heart sank to her stomach. Of course, how could she be so stupid! He was an angel for so long! He probably missed Heaven, missed Eden, missed being a seraphim, missed--...mom.

"Oh please, please don't cry." Charlie took a step forward, hand outstretched, "I-I can take it back! Orrr give it to Sir Pentious instead? I’m sure he’d love it considering how much he respects–"

And stumbled ten paces back as a sudden, violent sneeze nearly shattered her eardrums.

"HET'CHMPH'HHhhiew!" Lucifer pitched into his handkerchief, petals and flecks of pollen scattered to the wind. A small bubble of silence filled the air before her father rushed to pop it with another burst of laughter, nearly choking as his breath continued to hitch desperately. "S-sorry Sweetheart, I didn't mean to scehh-scare you! That was- ...th-thah-hah-! HAT’CHIEW! Guhhh...that was louder than...than I…hhh…ex-expectihhhHHHAT'CHHHH! HAT'CHHHH’HEW! Hit'CHHHH'MPHHH! Snfff! Ohh..."

Surfacing again from the billowing fabric, Lucifer met Charlie’s stunned expression with a sheepish grin, a golden flush spreading from his cheeks to the tip of his nose.

"Are you. Are you allergic to…?" Charlie trailed off, worrying her bottom lip.

Oh, no. Oh, no, nononono he can’t disappoint her again!

"Nope! Nuh-uh! Absolutely not! Just a tickle! Nduthig to-- t-to...snff! Ugh, worry aboudt!"

"Dad?"

"Now where was I? Ah, yes! Roses! Ugh, they smbell so good but boyhhh…b-boy do the-thehh-theyyyISHHHH’HIEW! hhhHHH-! …HIT’SHHHH’HIEW! HITSHHIEW! Whew! Excuse mbe! Their thorns hurt...like....l-like...hhhHHH-! Hat’shiew! 'Tshhhiew! 'Tshhh! ‘tshh! li-lihhh-like adythihhh-hih-hih-HITSHHH! Snfff! A-anythi'g. Ugh. Sndff! And don't get mbe started on foxglove! What was I-- hhh! Wh-whuhhh-what was I thihhh-hih-hih-hih! Th-thihhh-thidki'g– IT'SHIEW!"

"Dad."

"Poisonous, Charlie! I made themb– ET’SHHH! poisonous! Co’be ond, they're so...s-so-huh! Hhhol…h-hold onnnNN'TCHHH'hiew! ET'SHHH'HIEW! ISHHH'HIEW!"

"Dad!"

"I'm fide, Ch-Chuhhh-Charlie! I really-- …I-- hih! I-I-- hih-hih! really amb fihhh-hihh-HIT’SCHHH! FIDE! I’mb fide!" Lucifer finally forced out, laughing between desperate hitches, "It's just, y'dnow, the sudlight's a liddle…a liddle stro'g a’d– hhhahh..! HATCHHH’HEW! HET’CHHHH’HIEW!"

"It's nighttime." Charlie crossed her arms.

"W-wait! Did I say sudlight? Hah! Silly– snff! Silly mbe! I mbeant the air's a liddle strong. The cold's affegtig mby ndose a bihh-bit-hit'tshhh! Hit'shhh-tshhh-tsh! H-hehhhHH-! HET'CHIEW!"

"It's summer."

"Did I say cold? I mbeant um-- uhhhh–" A bead of sweat rolled down his neck, and he sniffled thickly, "Y'dnow what? Doesn't mbatter. I'mb ndot allergic to flowers and– snddffff! and I'll prove it."

"Uh-huh." She took a cautious step forward. "By doing wha-- Dad, stop!"

It wasn't much, it was just a small sniff. But Hell’s Bells did it set off something awful. Come on, for fuck’s sake, you can control this! It’s just a sneeze! You’re Lucifer Morningstar! You’re The Devil! You’re all powerful! Immortal! Unkillable! You can mold the mountains with your right hand and oceans with your left! You’re…y-you’re…!

"Hehhhh-heh! Hhhh…relax. Do-d-do you really think I...I-I...snrff!" The ailing demon quickly rubbed at his nostrils with a handkerchief, desperate to satisfy the burning tickle-- silently panicking further as the pollen he'd touched followed suit. "Would go aroud Edehhhn...worki'g...worki'g with a creahhhtion thadt made me sn-sneehh...sneehhHHHIT'SCHH-- starsnotagain-- HIT'SCHH! ISHHH'HIEW! ISHHH! ISHH! 'Tshhh! 'Tsh! ITSCHH! IT'SCHHHH-’TCHH! …ihhHH-!...IT'SHHH’HIU!"

His cane fell to the floor with a sharp thunk, staggering back at the force of the fit. Feeling the flick of embers on the tip of his forked tongue, Lucifer let out another uncontrollable outburst, flames licking the metal railing. Slapping a palm over his mouth at the melted remains.

"O-oh goodness I-- HIT'SHHH’hiew! I'b so sorry Charlie, I-I didn't mbean to- to– IT’SCHHH'hhhiew!" He scrambled to weave the well-soaked cloth with fiberglass, pressing it to his face, a cascade of smoke and hellfire pouring into its fluttering fabric.

"One. Bless you a million times over. Two.” Charlie’s expression changed into something unimpressed. “To answer your earlier question…yes, I absolutely believe you would work through allergies."

"But! I! I-I..." Despite Lucifer’s suffering expression, his daughter swallowed the urge to sigh in relief as the Sin of Pride flashed through all five stages of grief at once before finally landing on acceptance. Watching as the fallen king ever-so-gently set the flowers at his feet and, like molding clay, formed an ornately-carved cloche over the holy gift. Then, silently, leaned against the undamaged edge of the railing. And cringed as he let loose a gurgling noseblow.

"Adgels don'd get allergies. Idt was jusd-- Oh for fugg's sagke hold on." Lucifer Morningstar, former keeper of light, might as well have reclaimed his title at the way his embarrassed blush lit the night sky. He inhaled again, deeper, and reprised his mucky solo. "Ahem! It was, um. A lesson."

"...What?" Charlie’s face fell.

"Yyyep! A moral lesson about pride." Fidgety claws scooped up his cane, tapping the heel on the floorboards. Gripping it tightly to keep them from shaking. 

"I was young, y'know? I had a lot of ideas. And boy were they a lot in more ways than one. I loved making flowers. Chrysanthemums. Violets. T-tu...tulihhh...hih!" Lucifer sniffled, feeling the itch rear its head at the thought of them. He quickly dissipated the pollen still stuck to his gloves with a hearty shake and gave an another sharp blow, "Ugh, 'scuse me. You get the idea."

Inhale. Exhale. "I wasn’t exactly doing well in my father's eyes. I was doing too much. I was too much. So They ordered my brother Michael to curse every flower in Eden. They...I mean hey, they weren't wrong. At the end of the day, the stories didn’t label it as an endless paradise for nothing, hah!" One final, hollow, empty chuckle. It was getting harder and harder to keep his smile, he could feel his muscles pulling at the seams– how did Alastor keep the whole Cheshire grin shtick up every goddamn minute of the day? It’s torture!

"I needed to slow down juuuust a smidge. Think about other people for a change and how my creations might cause problems for others without realizing it. So the second I touched down in the garden I created, hoo boy! I couldn't– snff! couldn’t stop sneezing. Ughhh, it so humiliating! A huge damage to my– snfff! my pride. I mean for Heaven’s sake, the two mortal lives I’m supposed to protect got a full view of their guardian angel completely taken over by what? Some yellow dhhh…snfff! dust? I wish I could say I didn't deserve it, but I did." He stared down at his feet, "Sorry. I know you worked hard to get me those flowers– and it’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten, bar none! But I’m afraid I’m aller– …allerhhh….a-allergihhhHHet’shhh! Het’Shhh’hiew! h-hehhhh…” Shit, not again! The handkerchief was well past its due date and he could feel another burst of fire crawl up his throat and the itch kept building and building and–

“Ehhh…hhhHHH-! Hhhh…” Lucifer nearly choked on a gasp– tickle suddenly forced back when a slender finger pressed under his twitching nose. He couldn’t help but sigh in relief, shoulders slumping. Ugh, what a nightmare. Burning blush creeping down his neck, Lucifer was ready to spread his wings and fly back to his hotel room-- his palace workshop-- anywhere but face the disgust that followed. But Charlie needed him to change. He needed to change. So he steeled his resolve, slowly lifted his head and--

"What the FUCK!"

--floundered to grab the railing for balance. The princess of hell and queen of sunshine and rainbows suddenly surrounded herself in a wildfire of rage as she dared to chastise a moral lesson from God themself. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

“...L-language…?” Lucifer squeaked out and nope– that callback absolutely fell flat. But it was all he could offer as Charlie tore her hand away to pace in circles, charred hoofprints trailing behind her. Oh. She’s defending him. 

Wait. What? 

Oh, wow. That's uh. That is currently a thing. That is a thing that is currently happening now.

"--dare they just. Change their mind?!" Shit! Daughter in distress, snap out of it! Quickly shaking his head free of shell shock, Lucifer pushed himself off the railing, hands outstretched.

"Oh come on Char-Char, you know me. Sin of Pride over here! I needed to be humbled somehow! Hah!" His joking tone only fueled the flames, and before he knew it long, flowing locks were floating, flaring with every unsteady breath.

"Oh yeah, because making you suffer is tooooootally the answer! I'm sure you had plenty of time to bless their forgiving hearts between the seconds you were sneezing your head off!" She snapped.

"It was a different time Stardust, and the way anyone was ever taught--"

"And what, your brothers were just too good to defend you? To even try to see your side of things?"

"I-I was being a bit disobedient–"

"You were LITERALLY doing the ONE THING they asked you to do! Grow a garden!"

“It’s more– snff! it’s more complicated than that.”

“What do you mean ‘more complicated’?! Why are you taking their side? Heaven did something awful to you!”

“I’m not– they were just trying to– I wasn’t–!” He practically pulled his mind through a labyrinth of dusty closets, forcing open memories with triple locks to find a single shred of an excuse– only to find each one empty. “There’s paperwork! Permission! Rules! A-and sure I did my best to follow them, but as always I got carried away– I deserved it–”

“Never say that again! Never, ever say that again! You never deserved what happened to you!”

Lucifer’s words died in his throat.

“You shouldn’t have to hide behind jokes because you feel guilty for having a dream, Okay?!” Charlie threw her hands up in exasperation, a strange concoction of extreme love and kindness at the loudest volume she could muster.

“O-okay???” Lucifer stuttered out.

“Good!”

“Goo-good!” 

Satisfied, Charlie exhaled sharply, stomping over to the railing to sit down at its melted edge. Legs dangling above the skyline, lights twinkling like blossoming stars beneath her hooves. The tense silence only lasted a minute– shattering with the clink of glass, a sweet smell following suit. Then slowly, carefully, Lucifer sat beside her. Twisting thin, emerald stems between his claws. He nervously glanced her way. Then down at his lap. Then back to her. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat.

“Sorry, Dad.” Charlie murmured, “I didn’t mean to yell.”

Her oncoming spiral of apologies was cut short when a lily snaked into her hair, delicately tucked behind her ear. It was a small action, but…

She smiled, leaning into her father’s touch as he began to weave the bouquet into a long, silky braid.

“It would be a waste to ruin such a nice– snff! Nice offering, wouldn’t it?” The King of Hell muttered from behind. Charlie hummed a soft note as she leaned into the touch, claws gently scraping against her scalp as he worked, forked tongue slightly sticking out as he concentrated. 

“Thank you. For, um. Sndfff! Ugh, sorry. For being patient with…with mbe– hih! Hit’schh’hew! ‘Tshhew! Nhh…” She could feel a sudden jolt as he twisted his torso to the side.

“Of course.” Charlie pat his hand. She would admonish her new resident for pushing himself, but as the resident rehabilitation expert, she’d let this one time slide. For now.

A brief pause as Lucifer made the finishing touches on her new hairdo– a tapestry of pale thread and an aurora of watercolors. His own little garden. She turned around to see a nose already twitching, cringing when nothing came from a sniffle, too blocked up by 'yellow dust'. Desperate to find some other way to breathe, he opened his mouth, tongue flicking out.

“Guhh…bedder show Vaggie your ndew look before I start ubp agaihhh...! Heh-!...hhhehh...HET'TCHH'hiew...'Tchhew! HET'CHHIEW! Het'SHHHIEW! HETSCHHHIEW! Heh-heh-heh-! hheh...hhhh...hooo...good golly, I-- I'mb so ssssorry–” Lucifer froze, slapping his hands over his mouth at the loud, uncontrollable hiss. Burying his face in the freshly conjured fabric, he prayed the damn thing would swallow him whole.

Frozen when two arms embraced him, adding a tight squeeze for good measure.

“I know this is kinda out of the blue, but I just wanted to say it again. Thanks for protecting me.” A soothing voice met his ears, “I mean it. Seriously. I couldn’t have done all this without you.”

Handkerchief still pressed to his face, he lifted his head, trying– and failing– to hide a sly grin. “You know, this whole allergy thigg wasn'd all bad. Whed your mom foudd out thadt Mbichael cursed every flower I’d mbade, she called for his guidance.”

“Oh, really? What’d she tell him?” Charlie raised a brow.

“Let’s see, I think it went sombethi'g like this.” Lucifer set the stage, wiggling his fingers for emphasis. “Saint Mbichael floated down frub the heavens, holy light shining above. He landed softly and delicately, armbs spread. He said the usual line, you know the one. 'Oh Lilith, Child of The Garden, blah blah blah.” He took a deep breath. “She looked himb in the eye. Grabbed his collar. And– snfff! And then punched himb right in the face. He’d graced every adgel’s presence with a bruised ndose for a week. She called it a mboral lesson in tolerance.”

And then resisted the urge to let out a victorious whoop as finally, finally, Charlie began to laugh.

[specialagentlokitty]

Thomas barrow x deaf!reader - we’re both different

Hey, is it possible to request a Thomas Barrow x deaf!reader where the reader is also a servant and Thomas is the only one who bothered to get to know her and communicate with her? Thank you. - Anon💜

A/N: italics will be sign language

Sitting at the table, you looked at the book in front of you as you ignored the dinner in front of you, completely unaware of everything else going on around you.

“Put down your book and finish eating before it’s too late.” Mrs Patmore said.

Thomas glanced up from his own plate, and he watched as everybody looked at you.

Your book was taken from you and you looked around confused, brows furrowed and Daisy pointed to your plate.

You looked at Thomas.

Why did she take my book?

He gestured to your plate and you nodded, picking up your knife and fork.

“Give me the book Daisy.”

“Of course.”

She beamed brightly as she brought it over and he snatched it back from her, just like she had done to you.

You hadn’t done anything to deserve the way they treated you, and now they were teaching Daisy and any other new servant that joins to do the same thing to you.

Thomas didn’t agree with it, just because you were different to them.

He was different to them.

You ate your dinner, watching as your plate was taken away from you and he watched as everybody else left.

Walking over, he sat next to you, handing you your hook back and you grinned brightly at him in thanks as you opened it again.

After a few minutes you felt a tap on your arm, and you turned around to face him.

Put the book down for a moment.

You nodded your head, turning your attention fully to him.

Do you understand why they do what they are doing to you?

Because I’m different. I know.

He sighed, nodding his head.

It’s okay, I’m used to it. Everybody always treats me different.

He leant back in his chair, lighting a cigarette.

Does it bother you?

You shook your head, smiling softly at him.

No. I have you. That’s enough friends for me.

We are not friends.

We are the best of friends.

Thomas rolled his eyes as you, and turned around so he couldn’t see you signing anymore and you smacked his shoulder.

He carried on ignoring you and you walked around him only for him to turn around once more.

Reaching to the table you too his tin and shook it so he knew that you had it.

He spun around and you put it up your sleeve was he wasn’t able to grab it back from you.

Don’t turn your back on me that’s not nice.

He held out his hand, waiting for you to return the tin to him.

No you don’t deserve to smoke. Smoking is bad anyway.

He picked up your book, tucking it into his liveries.

Come in!

He rose a brow in question, and you rolled your eyes, repeating the words a little slower this time.

Sometimes you forgot that Thomas was still just learning how to sign, he knew a bit when you arrived, and over time he picked up more from you.

Give me the tin and I will give you the book.

You huffed, crossing your arms.

Really? You are going to ignore me?

You turned to the side so you could still see him out the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t have to look at what he was saying.

Thomas scoffed a little, shaking his head as he picked up his news paper.

You weren’t exactly quiet when you moved, so when you tried creeping up on him he knew straight away.

You tried to grab the paper and he held it to the side, when you went that way to get it he stood up and held it up in the air so you couldn’t reach it despite how much you jumped for it.

Thomas smirked a little, looking at you as you huffed again and stopped, looking at him.

He held out his hand and you reached into your sleeve, holding out the tin and he set the paper down, taking it.

He took out a cigarette and walked away while you followed him.

When he was outside you hit his arm.

He smirked a little, pretending that he couldn’t see you.

You sat down next to him, knocking your shoulder into his a few times until he did the same thing, making you rub your shoulder where you collided with him.

Thomas tapped the back of your hand and you looked at him.

“You’re so childish.” He said slowly.

You are mean.

He reached into his pocket, handing you your book back.

“I know.”

You grinned brightly and took it.

Thomas rolled his eyes as he watched you run back inside to go carry on reading.

You weren’t a bad person, and he knew that, but in a way he was glad the others couldn’t use sign language like he could.

He could talk to you about things nobody else needed to hear about, and you always kept them to yourself.

You knew about him, who he was and why he was different and you were just happy to have a friend, you couldn’t care less that everybody else would find him revolting.

He knew what it was like to be persecuted for being different, and maybe that’s why he was so protective over you without realising it.

You were young, and it wasn’t your fault you were deaf, it just happened, and you needed somebody to watch over you and that’s what he would do

[poppadom0912]

Med Students

Characters: Jay Halstead x Reader, Will Halstead

Warnings: Brief mentions of surgery, gossiping/backbiting, scary attendings

Summary: Stupid students don't gossip quiet enough.

A/N: This isn't exactly what I planned. Not too sure if I like it but it is what it is I guess. I'm posting this in commemoration of the last day of Christmas break. I'm very much not looking forward to getting back to normal life.

*****

Strolling into the moderately quiet ED, Jay was pleasantly surprised at the volume and the lack of people sitting in the waiting room. Spying Will behind a computer doing he's not too sure what, he walked up to him, nudging him with his elbow.

"Hey, you know where Y/N is?" Jay asked, leaning his back against the desk as his eyes inspected the ED.

"Hey Will, how are you brother? How's your day? How's work? You good?" Will sarcastically replied, changing his tone as he imitated Jay. "It's good to see you too Jay."

"What's up Will?" Jay rolled his eyes, caving into his older brothers 'wants and needs'. He was on a schedule and it needed to be followed because if he wasn't back at work in an hour, Voight would probably have his head.

"Mrs Halstead is currently in surgery, she might be a minute but you shoulda seen the guy." Will started gushing, lowkey geeking out on the patient that was brought in. "He was pushed onto the road, had like threes cars max run over him and he somehow is still alive and breathing. Her and Connor have been in their for two hours now, who knows when they'll finish."

"Thanks man." Jay said, clapping Will on the shoulder but either brother made indication that they were moving, Will was doing his patients charts and Jay had nowhere else to be for the next hour.

"I've heard they're called the 'Amok'."

"But we're doctors?"

"I know right, that's what I said!"

"Omg, how could they let a dude like that teach a bunch of students?"

"I knew I should've gone to Lakeshore."

Jay rose his brow in suspicion and curiosity. Looking over at the small group of young adults, standing not too far from where the brothers stood since they could clearly make out their whispers. It was clear that were out of their league.

"And who are they?" Jay asked, crossing his arms, not realising that his action made his badge and gun stand out more than they already were.

Will looked up from the computer, following Jay's line of sight before shaking his head, huffing with some sort of smile. "It's that time of year again, we get sent a bunch of students and Y/N decided that she'd give them a try instead of Ethan. Something about doing it before he got here and missing teaching."

"Huh." Jay said to himself, not recalling you telling him anything about this. If you'd been this excited about teaching, he was sure you'd be gushing about it to him several times over most meals you shared.

"Maybe he's hot."

"Or he's old and a creep."

"What if he's a pedo?!"

"Then he'd be fired Janet. Have you seen Ms Goodwin, cause she's scary."

"What if the 'Amok' is a woman?"

...

"Maybe she's hot."

"Or she's really nice and totally not strict."

"We'll have this year in the bag, easy."

"What if she'd like a young doctor? Look around us and there's plenty of young docs."

"Are you trying to get into her pants? Ew dude!"

"Heck yeah man!"

Now, Jay was ticked. These kids were speculating and it totally would've been fine if they weren't making such comments, especially about his wife. Will also caught on, rolling his eyes, sharing Jay's frustration.

While the students were surveying the ED as they gossiped, they lay eyes on Jay and before any comment could be made on his gorgeous appearance, they caught sight of his gun and badge sitting on his belt.

"Shit, what's a fed doing here?"

"He's hot."

"Him next to doctor Halstead, my ovaries."

"Shh, you're so loud!"

"Anyways, back to the sexy doctor we were talking bout..."

Jay scoffed, more than ready to go up to the kids so he could give them a piece of his mind. Normally, he would've let such petty things get under his skin but these students caught him on the wrong day.

Before Jay could even take a step towards the huddled group, from the corner of his eyes he found the only woman that he loved more than life itself.

You were back in your maroon scrubs, your surgical cap still on your head since you just came back from giving the wife the good news. With the brightest smile on your face, so bright that it could brighten up the darkest of rooms.

The students were obviously doing worse at whispering then they thought. At the same time, you found Jay and the med students that would be shadowing you for the next year.

At the sight of your husband, your smile only got bigger, almost chuckling at your handsome man who looked so delicious but even with most the tension gone from his body, you noticed his crossed arms. Your brother-in-law, who stood besides Jay, wasn't looking in your direction but instead, was glaring at the young adults.

Following his line of sight, you beamed at the students, your excitement causing your smile to widen even further than it already was. Before you could introduce yourself, only taking a few steps towards them, you caught them mid through their conversation.

"50 she'll flirt back."

"You're on."

"Don't be such pigs. The name 'Amok' sounds pretty masculine to me."

"Either way, they're going to kill us."

"That surgeon is hot."

Your smile fell faster than a pulse would if burst a vessel. It seemed that by doing so, you caught the attention of nearly the entire ED, everyone somehow sensing the sudden drop in your mood; the air must've shifted or something.

"And she's staring right at us."

"Oh shit."

"That's it, we're fucked."

"Oh my Gosh, it's her."

"It's been great knowing you guys."

"No it hasn't."

Raising your brows, you inspected the group of students heavily, finding it funny how they shrunk under your scrutinising eyes. It was somewhat entertaining watching them squirm but you'd have a better 'punishment' for them later down the line for their gossiping.

"I want you guys to stick by Maggie's hip. She wants something done, it gets done beyond outstanding standards. I don't care if she wants you getting coffee, you do it. Understood?" You said sternly, leaving no room for any objections.

In sync, they all nodded their heads, instantly agreeing with you even if they weren't happy with their given roles for their first day on the job.

With a smirk, you watched them scurry away towards the charge nurse who was waiting for them. A knowing look in her eyes, a hand on her hip as she smiled and winked at you from afar. You'd find yourself listening to her retell their day at Molly's tonight.

With the students out of your sight, you spun around and your face lit up at the sight of your husband. Despite the dark colours he wore in comparison to your brother-in-law, you noticed and ran to him first.

"Husband!" You wrapped your arms around him tightly, sighing in content when he enveloped you in his, his cologne drowning your senses. You briefly heard Will say something along the lines of no one cared about him before he left you two alone, something about he knew how single he was without it being shoved in his face.

"Wife." Jay kissed your temple, tightening his arms around you. He would proudly say it any day that he was proud of you and found it amusing to watch you boss around the younger doctors.

"How long have you been waiting?" You asked, pulling away from him but not too far so he could still have his arms around you. Hopefully he hadn't been waiting too long and you could still have lunch together before it got too late.

"Long enough to hate those kids guts." Jay pouted slightly, squinting his eyes almost threateningly in remembrance of what was said about you. "Was this close to telling them your the wife of a detective so they'd back off."

"My hero." You pretended to swoon, cheekily smiling at his faux hurt expression. "What would I do without you."

"Forget to eat your lunch, that's what." Jay said, indirectly reminding you that lunch still needed to be eaten.

"Yes! To the cafeteria we go." You smiled, pecking him on the cheek before grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers with his so you could leave the ED together.

From the corner of your eye, you could feel several eyes following you and Jay as you left and without looking back, you knew who it was. You were sure that tomorrow, you'd be spoken to with much more respect and wariness than what you witnessed today.

The students wouldn't make that mistake again, especially in front of your husband.

[bingocarpenter]

i'm just trying to look out for you ★ sfw tkl fic

scream ★ ler!sam ‧ lee!tara sfw tkl ‧ post-scream vi ‧ sissy fluff ‧ nonsense ‧ semi-old fic

a/n: as stated in my other fic, i actually posted this before on a previous acc i had once upon a time, so if anyone has read this before that's why! do not read if you have intentions to judge, hate, or disrespect. kindly scroll past please. ty!

word count: 1.3k

It had been a long day of online college work, and Tara was finally about to be done at 11:30 pm. But before then, she had been nothing but snappy to everyone – Sam, Chad, and Mindy to be exact – and they had finally given up on trying to give her words of encouragement and offer help. All but one.

Sam knew how grumpy her sister could get when she was overwhelmed and tired after a full day of screentime, but she was not about to let her go to bed with a frown on her face. She needed a distraction, and she had just the thing. It was gold.

As the clock struck the half-hour mark, Tara slipped into the living room to grab some water and stretch her legs, which is where she found Sam glancing back at her from her place on the couch.

“Almost done?”

“Yeah,” Tara snapped as she gulped down some water. “Why are you still up, Sam? Don’t you have work tomorrow or something?”

“Yeah, I do, but I want to make sure you get your work done without a bad attitude.” Sam smirked at the younger, “You know your professors can tell when you’re fed up with their assignments by the way you write.”

Tara scoffed with a roll of her eyes, “Oh please, I’m not a baby, Sam. I can do shit on my own, thank you very much.” She interlaced her fingers behind her and arched her back with a strained groan, loosening the tight vertebrae of her spine. “And my professors can suck it. It’s their fault for assigning dumbass papers.”

“Uh-huh, and it’s your fault for waiting to do them at the last minute.” Sam rose from her spot to cross over in front of the hall to Tara’s bedroom.

Tara, on the other hand, just turned back with an irritated sigh and put a hand on her hip. “Just go to bed, Sam. I’ll be fine.”

“Nope. I’m staying up until you finish.”

Tara’s face grew sourer as she pushed past her big sister and mumbled, “Good luck with that…”

But that didn’t bother Sam, for instead of watching her walk away, she hurried after her to pass her by and dart into the soft glow of her room.

“Sam!” Tara growled as she tore after her, not able to catch up very well due to her short height. She pushed open her door to find the older sitting at her desk with a smug look, and she huffed in annoyance. “Look, I don’t have time for this. Get up so I can finish my work and go to bed!”

Samantha shook her head and wiggled herself further into the chair, “No, I think I’m gonna stay right here–“

“Sam!”

“–until I see a smile,” she finished, staring at her sibling’s face, which twisted in confusion. “You’re not finishing unless you change your attitude, Tara. I’m not getting another five-minute-bitch-fest call from one of your professor’s all because you can’t write appropriately when moody.”

Tara scoffed and shook her head. She wasn’t in the mood to argue, and she was not about to let this draw out to a useless fight. “Fine. I’ll just sit on you to finish.”

And she did. But instead of Sam turning the seat around to face the computer, she stayed put and wrapped her arms around her sister.

“Sam, I’m serious. I’m not in the mood–“

“I know you aren’t, but I’m here to change that,” the older retorted, smirking into Tara’s neck as she started wiggling her fingers over her clothed abdomen.

“No-ho, what are you–?” Tara could barely manage to speak before kicking out with a startled yelp, “Sa-ham, stop it! Let me go-ho!”

“Not until I get a smile!” Sam giggled, nuzzling her baby’s sister’s neck before placing playful kisses to it.

“Na-ha-haaa!” The younger cringed, raising her shoulder to avoid the contact while her body slipped from her kicking, having the friction of her shirt against Sam’s body slide against each other and ride up to reveal her tan skin.

And Sam took the bait, holding her sister up with one arm wrapped around her ribs while the other attacked her bare stomach, roaming across the warm skin like she had all those years ago.

She and Tara had both grown up a lot, but there were some things that still remained…

“I bet I can find your smile now, huh?” The older cackled, stroking the curves of the younger’s sides before skittering around the gist of her belly, finding herself amused at the uncontrolled fluttering that had its owner giggling like mad.

“SA-HA-HAAAM STA-HA-HAAAP!” Tara was helpless, kicking her legs and leaning into her sister in defeat. She was definitely smiling now, no doubt about it. She had always been too sensitive for her own good, but Sam always seemed to have a special touch that automatically made her hyperactive nerves sport at huge grin and hearty laughs. “I’M SMILING, I’M SMI-HI-HI-HILING!”

“How do I know it’s real and you aren’t faking it?,” was the taunt of the night, for it led to Sam sweeping Tara up and pinning her on her bed so she could climb atop and target her sides and ribs with both hands. “How do I know, Tara? You’ve gotta show me!”

“I’M TRY-HI-HI-YING!” Tara didn’t fight her sister, just let her arms and legs flail at a desperate attempt to prove her point. The feathering on her delicate flesh had her squealing in delight as each rib was traced with black nails. Her face muscles already started to ache, and her voice was drowned in a fit of shrill laughter. “PLEA-HEA-HEASSE! SAMMY-HEE-HEEEYY!”

Sam relished the bliss joy and sensitivity her baby sister was beaming with as she chuckled upon the sight of her pearly whites. But she still had one more trick up her sleeve now that another area was open. “I do remember your tummy being one of your weakest spots, but what about your underarms, Tara?”

And before the victim could react, a flurry of light strokes and encouraging giggles from above had her crying out with tears pricking her eyes, “OH NO-HO-HOOO, PLEASE! SA-HA-HAAAM, I CA-HA-HA–“

Tara’s voice cut off into silent laughter that had her throwing her head back and her eyes screwing shut as she kicked her feet relentlessly. Her smile was prominent now alongside her gasps, which finally caught up to her when the tender licks on her armpits seized and she felt Sam’s weight shift to sit back on her thighs.

“Good girl,” Samantha teased, giving Tara’s exposed stomach one last scratch to earn a weak snicker. “Just like the old days, huh, Tara?”

Tara just laid there, a big grin still plastered on her face while her cheeks burned with a rosy glow, and her chest heaved alongside her asthmatic lungs. She gave a shy nod as a few more giggles slipped past her lips. “Yeah… Didn’t know I need it either…”

Sam smiled and pulled her baby sister’s shirt down before helping her sit up. “Think you can finish your work now with a better attitude?”

Tara rolled her eyes, still out of breath and on fire from embarrassment. “Yes…as long as you leave me alone and go to bed.”

“Oh, is that a challenge?” The older quizzed with claw like fingers that threatened the younger’s exposed neck.

“No-ho!” Tara shoved her away and went back to her desk.

“That’s what I thought,” Sam nodded before turning to exit, “Now, get that done so I don’t have to come back for round two.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Tara dismissed her with a wave of her hand. But just as Sam was about to shut the door, she turned around. “Sam?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you…”

“Anytime, Tara.” Samantha gave a genuine, heartwarming smile, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[yiiyiiwrites]

Summary: burnt out, overachieving kook vouching for Rafe. Featuring Barry 🫢 my fave duo is Rafe/Barry in the obx. Based on this [prompt]

She didn’t know why, but a sleepy Rafe drew her attention and kept her in her spot. His large form sprawled out on the moth eaten sofa, arm hanging off the edge and fingers twitching against the stained rug.

She’s sat on the floor, elbow propped up on the sofa close, but not too close to the snoozing kook. Her papers spread across the coffee table but her focus on Rafe’s low snores. Tilting her head, she peaked at his face beneath the curtain of hair that covered his eyes, hand reaching out to sweep them out of the way.

The stomping of boots pulled her out of her trance. She whipped round, Barry looming over her with two mugs.

Barry placed a mug on the table, “keep it business, girl,” he said sliding the coffee into her hands. There’s a smirk on his face, but she knows it’s a warning and not some friendly advice from a someone that cares.

“Always, B.” She hummed wrapping her hands around the hot mug, palms stinging the tighter she gripped it. The burning sensation distracting her from the grimy trailer and the dealer smirking down at her.

“Well fucking him, ain’t getting me no money.”

The knot in her stomach twisted, she knew he was testing her and the way Barry’s eyes flitted between her and Rafe it was only a matter of time till he questioned her loyalty. She’s not foolish though, her only loyalty being to herself.

Hungry dogs are never loyal and the scraps Barry’s been feeding her are only enough to make her stay for now.

“That’s not what I’m doing,” she whispered, the trailer silent and vacant of low snores and deep breaths. She almost jumped as Rafe’s finger traced her leg.

“You’re the one that vouched for him and I want my money, do something about it,” Barry spat, he jabbed her shoulder and held up one finger, “you got one day.”

A stained ring mark from her coffee bled into the papers. She huffed gathering them all up and stuffing them back in the plastic bag Barry gave her to keep them in. No longer in the mood to stare at numbers with his warning hanging over her head. Padding down the narrow hall way, the sliver of light coming from her room gave her a spec of comfort. She was so close to crossing into the safe territory when she felt a tug on the back of her T-shirt.

She groaned, willing herself to face whoever demanded her attention. What she didn’t bargain for was Rafe Cameron’s lips on hers as soon as she spun round, hands on her hips guiding her into her room. He kicked the door shut behind him, sliding the lock over with one hand whilst the other held her chin, fingers digging into her cheek as he leaned into the kiss.

“Stop,” she said pushing him away and trying to catch her breath. Her chest rose up and down, lips tingling and cheeks prickling with heat.

Rafe wiped his lips, nodding his head before he fell back into the lumpy mattress. “Too early?”

She shook her head and stood between his spread legs. “No, it’s just B’s on my case about the money. Wants you to have it by tomorrow.” She smoothed her hands along his broad shoulders, touch faltering as he tensed.

Smiling Rafe leant back on his elbows, nudging his head for her to follow. She hovered over him, brows furrowed as she waited for him to reply. His eyes roamed her face, but she knew his mind was racing and about to spiral. To what she doesn’t know.

She’d seen him once before, like a switch had flipped and his first instinct was to hit out. Whether that be with his tongue dripping with hateful words or his fists aiming to hurt. Never had he directed it at her, but she knew that someone wound up like that would eventually turn against anyone, including her. So she wanted to tread carefully.

He flipped her over, “what you want me to roll over because I’m in your bed?” He whispered against the shell of her ear.

The low chuckle that shook his body, sent a shiver down her spine. She didn’t move until he’s off the bed and halfway out the door. “I’m serious, Rafe.”

“Maybe you should stay in bed, you’re good at that.”

It shouldn’t burn as much as it did. She’s used to the fiery push and pull, hell she’s the one normally dishing it out, but she’s resigned to the fact that maybe she deserved being on the receiving end.

The silence making the delivery of his line punch more on impact. She didn’t bother going after him, just gave in to whatever would come from vouching for Rafe.

**

The perk of living at the trailer with Barry, was the lack of other people hanging around in the morning. Most of the visitors long gone whether that be at home or passed out in a ditch. She found herself checking her phone. Both Barry and Rafe ignoring her since yesterday. She didn’t know what was worse, no contact or all of their attention.

The front screen door flung open and crashed against the trailer. She clambered off the deck chair, boots kicking up dirt as Barry came stomping towards her. His thick brows furrowed, eyes narrowing as soon as they fell on her.

“Come on,” Barry said tugging her by the arm. “Let’s go see country club.”

It’s exactly twenty fours hours to the dot, since he warned her yesterday. No room for anymore excuses or a plea for an extension.

The gun strapped to Barry’s waistband is glaring at her as she followed him to his motorbike. She doesn’t try to talk her way out of it, she knows it won’t do her any good. So she blindly allowed him to guide her to the bike, hand clasped in his as if she’s going to flee. Some warmth in the action, keeping her steady as she trailed further down the path she paved with spite.

Barry turned to her, stopping before she could take the helmet dangling from the handlebars. “You’re my favourite girl,” Barry mused stroking her hair like he would a dog. “But even you don’t get a free pass, you’ll learn.”

Releasing a deep breath, she clasped the helmet over her head and climbed on after Barry, arms wrapping around his torso. Her gaze caught his in the side mirror, a gentle tap to her thigh letting her know he was about to pull off and for her to hold on.

The dirt roads of the cut fell away behind them, a familiar sting igniting in her chest as the houses got larger the closer they got to the Cameron’s house.

She wondered what her family was doing, but didn’t care enough to dig too deep in the thought. Her home a few houses down from the Cameron’s. The distance enough to make her tighten her hold on Barry as if he was going to drop her off to her father.

Before she could get off the bike, Rafe was charging down the driveway. She hung back watching the exchange, both guys red faced and spit flying as they hurled threats. She’s not sure who threw the first punch, but she rushed to them and shoved them apart.

“You damn Kooks, always sticking together,” Barry spat, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

She shook her head, “B, wait,” she called after him reaching out to pull him back.

Barry shrugged her off. “You wanna vouch someone,” he shouted in her face. “That’s what’s going to happen.” He pointed to Rafe, whose nose was dripping with blood and knuckles grazed.

The rage directed at her, mere frustration for her getting caught up in the politics of dealing. In a twisted way Barry was just teaching her how to handle her affairs. She knew he meant well, knew the person standing before at face level. Part of her scared to discover more.

Without so much as another glance he left her standing in the driveway, motorbike disappearing beyond the brick wall.

“You need to go.”

Rafe’s words were on repeat in her head, thoughts scrambling on if she’d see her family. Her focus on the gate closing, much like her freedom if she stayed in the figure eight for too long.

“Are you listening?”

She flinched as his hands squeezed her arms, not realising how close he’d been to her a second ago. The red stains marring his face already dry, swirling on his white teeth as he spoke once more.

“I told you…” her voice trembled, she wasn’t sure whether it was from the anger or fear of watching the two go head to head.

“I said go!” Rafe nudged her away, hand on her lower back guiding her down the driveway. “Or better yet go home instead of playing dealer. You’re a fucking Kook.”

She knew they were both on fragile grounds. The weight of their choices digging their own graves. Hers a lot shallower his. So she did what she did best and pushed back.

“Says the kook moonlighting as a dealer.”

Really wanted to write this duo 😅 hope you like this little continuation from my burnt out, overachieving kook prompt - Yiiyii

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynweekofficial Day 6 - Alternate Universe

An "attempt" at a Regency AU

Synopsis: Gwyneth attempts to find her way out of the woods in which she has gotten lost after being separated from her horse. Frustrated and muddy from the fall she has lamentably taken, she crosses path with someone who offers to help her; a Lord who also seems intent on toying with her patience. Word Count: 1.7k

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

“Bloody horse in this bloody wood with this bloody weather and the bl-“

“Hey –”

“AAAAH”

Gwyn turned around and threw her riding boot at her assaulter.

“OW!”

At least her aim was one thing she had not yet lost in these woods. She lifted her white day dress, now brown and heavy from the mud she had fallen into after her left foot had gotten deeply stuck, and readied herself to run for her life.

“Don’t even try to touch me, you brute.”

“For Christ’s sake, I do not wish to touch you, you psycho,” the man groaned as he rubbed the spot where her boot had hit his forehead. “I was just wondering if you were in need of help.”

Gwyn crossed her arms in front of her and puffed her chest. The pine green corset around her waist felt tighter from the water and mud that had seeped through the fabric.

If only she had been wearing her cloak when she had dismounted the horse. She would not have had the need to suppress how shivery she was. If only the grey clouds could part just enough for a ray of sunlight to warm her bare arms. She should have listened to her cousin’s warnings about the changing weather before she set off on this ride.

“Why would you assume that I need a man’s help?”

The man let go of his head with a sigh.

“Because you are covered in mud, walking alone and barefoot in a forest with a single shoe in hand, now none since you threw it at my head,” he pointed at the bump that was starting to form near his right temple, “and, you were cursing so loudly that I am convinced you have frightened all the surrounding animals away.”

Gwyn stared at him with an unimpressed look. She huffed, causing the few curls that had escaped her half ruined updo flying in front of her face. “Fair enough. But you didn’t have to attack me so.”

“I did not throw myself on you, miss. All I said was Hey.” His face and tone projected equal measures of incredulity and exasperation.

Gwyn stared at him, from head to toe this time. His skin was of a stunning shade of golden-brown.  He was dressed in a white shirt and black vest, black breeches and grey boots that rose up to his shin. The sleeves of his shirt was slightly rolled up, exposing strong arms that she could have guessed from his built alone. His attire was simple yet she could tell from the way he stood that he was not of the working class. But Gwyn knew not to be fooled by someone’s rank when it came to their intention.

The man also crossed his arms and matched her posture. His bright hazel eyes bore into hers as he tilted his head to the side.

“Forgive me miss but if I wished to harm you, I would have done so in the time it is taking you to make an opinion of me.”

He had a point, she reluctantly admitted to herself. Besides, considering the circumstances that she found herself in, it would be best to be kind to the only chance she currently had at being saved from this nightmare.

Gwyn had lost track of time while she had been riding around the unfamiliar area. She had already been in these woods for some time when she had realised that she could not find her way out. Needing a minute to stretch her legs, Gwyn had dismounted the black horse, unsuspecting that the first thunder would wait for this exact moment to make itself heard and scare the animal away.

“I apologise, sir. It is simply that,” Gwyn sighed and let her arms fall at her sides.  “I have lost my way through these woods. And my horse. And my boot. And my manners as well apparently.”

A few unkempt strands of his onyx hair fell in front of his eyes as he assessed her.

“Your way can be quickly recovered. Horses and boots are not so rare to acquire around here either. As for the last one...”

Gwyn raised an eyebrow. If she had not lost her other boot in that pool of mud, she would have been tempted to give him a matching bump near his left temple.

“It remains to be seen,” he continued, his lips tugging ever so slightly at the corners.

Gwyn rolled her eyes. She lifted her dress and made to turn around. “Good day, sir.”

Perhaps she would walk until she found her way out. Or until she passed out and got eaten by the bugs.

“Wait, miss. It was a jest. Forgive me.” The leaves beneath his feet crunched as he took a few steps towards her.

It was only desperation that made her stop and turn to him once again.

“Shall we start over?” he proposed.

He began to extend a hand to her, then, seeming to remember the rules of propriety, stopped himself and placed it behind his back.

“Very well.” Gwyn bobbed a small curtsy. The man did the same, bowing at the waist like any respectable gentlemen would.

“I apologise for interfering with your...promenade, miss. But I noticed that you seemed quite distressed. Are you perhaps in need of assistance?”

“Well, sir...,” she looked at him inquisitively.

“Lord Singer,” he said with a dip of his head.

Gwyn found herself surprised at having come across a Lord in the middle of a forest. Although she had not expected to find herself lost and soiled in this place but here she stood.

“Miss Berdara,” she introduced herself in turn.

“I do not know what about my appearance is indicating distress,” she said with a false air of nonchalance as she lightly swished her muddy dress around. This earned her a raised brow from Lord Singer that made her subdue a smile.

“But since you so kindly ask with your so good manners, I will take your offer of assistance.”

He chuckled, the sound as heavy as the current weather.

“How may I assist you?”

Gwyn thought about what she wanted most in this moment. A warm bath, a change of clothes, standing on a surface that wasn’t mushy and damp.

“Could you point me in the direction of the Forest House?” she settled on asking instead. Her family, especially her sister, would be worried sick if she did not return soon.

Lord Singer squinted his eyes and looked as though he was only now taking note of her.

“Ah,” he said after a moment. “It makes sense now.”

“What does?”

“The loss of manners,” he replied as though pointing out the obvious worsening weather.

Gwyn scowled. “I beg your pardon?”

“The attitude is also alike,” he said in contemplation.

Gwyn looked at him incredulously. If he was no assaulter, then perhaps this Lord was simply presumptuous and she needed to get away from him just as fast before he could insult her and her family further.

“You’re a Vanserra then,” he stated.

Gwyn stomped her bare feet petulantly on the ground as she walked closer to him. Only this close did she realise how much taller he was compared to her.

“I am a Berdara.”

“But you are related to them,” he said matter-of-factly.

The nerves of this man made Gwyn scoff.

“Cousins,” she admitted with a frown. “Does that not make me eligible for your assistance, my Lord?”

He smirked. Gwyn realised as she noticed the exact colour of his eyes and the dimple on his cheeks that she had never before stood this close to a man who was not a member of her family

“You have clearly inherited the Vanserra’s fire, miss Berdara.”

Gwyn did not know what to make of this statement. His eyes seemed to find her cheeks. The heat she had felt gathering there increased as his gaze roamed her face. Her own eyes travelled from his eyes, to his cheeks, then his nose and lips. Seeing him this close, she could safely admit that he was undeniably the most beautiful man she had ever laid her eyes on.

The sudden rumble of the thunder made Gwyn jump back in surprise. The Lord also took a hurried step back, his cheeks darkening with a flush.

“Well?”

“Pardon?”

“The directions to the Forest House.”

“Oh. Right,” he exclaimed.

Lord Singer looked towards the sky. Gwyn could not even guess the time that it presently was with the dark clouds concealing the sun.

“If you were to go on foot, I’m afraid it would take two good hours before you reach their land,” he explained.

Gwyn gaped. How far exactly had that bloody horse taken her? Well, she could not blame the horse when she had been the one to insist on exploring a place she had just set foot in the day before.

“My home however,” the lord continued, “is but a few minutes away. You can make yourself comfortable there for a while. I shall arrange a carriage for you once the weather gets better.”

As though he was some sort of weather God, a fat droplet of water landed on Gwyn’s nose just when the last word left his mouth. It was followed by a million more as it started to heavily rain.

“Oh shite.”

The lord froze at her curse then erupted in laughter. Gwyn could not help her own laughter from bursting out of her.

“Well then, my Lord. Are you going to assist a lady in distress or not?”

“Since you ask with such manners.” He bowed and extended his hand like he was asking her for a dance.

Gwyn rolled her eyes and took his offered hand, but not before she boldly swatted a hand on his shoulder. The sound of his deep laugh graced her ears again.

“Thank God you do not have more shoes at your disposal for I fear my body would have been found in these woods by nightfall.”

“I could always throw rocks, my Lord,” she said with a shrug.

She pushed aside a curl that stuck to the side of her face thanks to the rain.

“Azriel.”

Gwyn cocked her head with a silent question. More strands of hair fell in front of his face as well, curlier than they were when dry.

“You may call me Azriel,” he said.

She smiled. “And you may call me Gwyneth.”

Then, hand in hand, they started running in the direction of his home.

[axcel-lucci]

Full moon

Wereleopard! Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

A/n: I'm kinda busy ATM, but even if October is done, it doesn't mean I can't write sm- also, probably last part lol

My masterlist

<== last part

It's been a few weeks since the full moon, Law was fully able to relax around (y/n) to let her see his wereleopard form. Even cuddles up to her on the bed when she's cold.

(He also demands being scratched behind the ear)

It kinda surprised his closest friends because he SWORE he would never tell you but when they visited, Law was just casually cuddling against (y/n) in his full wereleopard form as she brushed his soft fur.

"You should've told me you were this warm, hehe." (Y/n) giggled making Law groan.

"Mmm..." law grumbled before glaring at his friends, "what do you want?"

"Law. Don't be mean to your friends" she laughed softly and kisses his forehead before standing up, "please make yourselves at home, I'll make you some tea."

He huffed and crossed his arms, ascowl on his face as he watched (y/n) leave the kitchen.

"Law." Bepo called, "the pack by the south... They just had children."

"What the fuck do you want ME to do?!" Law yelled in clear disdain to the south's pack.

(Law is, and currently, the leader of the northern pack)

"Don't you understand?" Shachi muttered, "most packs need an heir they can count on...!"

"So?? I'm literally just 26."

"Look... I mean having an heir isn't exactly important, but think about it. An heir is just as important as the leader itself in a pack, only the northern pack has no heir!" Penguin reasoned, "you already got married, which is a good thing, the only thing we now need is an heir"

"I still don't see what's wrong with not having an heir." Law rolled his eyes before shushing his friends when (y/n) had entered the room

"Here is your tea..." She muttered while placing the tray of hot steaming tea pot and some tea cups on the coffee table along with some biscuits she knows his friends love

"Thank you... (Y/n)" he smiled softly as he kinda turned back to his human form and kissed her, "though... Can you give us some space for a bit? We need to talk about something important"

"Oh it's alright, I was planning to do some gardening anyways. My roses are the biggest this year..." She smiled, "just call me if you need me, alright?"

"Thanks..."

She soon walked out of the room to do her gardening.

"Now, is the heir really necessary?? I don't think it is..." Law huffed

"It isn't but... It puts the pack at ease that if something were to happen, whic we hope not, were to happen to you... There's already an heir ready to... You know... Take your role." Penguin explains further

"Especially now that the eastern pack is growing more and more aggressive..." Bepo muttered

"What? Aggressive?? That leader has always been calm" Law muttered

"Hmm..." Shachi thinks to himself for a while, "I did hear from somewhere that the Pack's leader dumped him right after he proposed... Maybe that sent him into a spiral?"

"It would happen... But... For now, get a feel of the eastern pack. I'm sure he'll calm down eventually... What about the western? They've been awfully quiet, especially since their leader is... How do I say this..." Law hummed to himself

"... Rowdy?" Shachi raised a brow, "don't worry... That leader is just busy training his young one. The young one turns 6 this year."

"Is that so...?"

"And the kid is like... Really cute!" Bepo cooed.

Law groaned, "is that all you want to tell me?"

"Oh? Well..." Penguin grinned, "there's a news somewhere that, Sora, warrior of the sea, is getting another book."

"Wait... Really?" Law said with wide eyes

"Hell yeah! I'm so excited! This book apparently focuses on Sora as a person not as a warrior" Shachi cheered whole munching on some cookies.

(Yes, these four gossip a lot over tea and biscuits)

After their visit, Law helped (y/n) wash the dishes.

"I love what you did with the roses, honey" Law smiled as he looked out into the backyard, now decorated with different coloured roses.

"Awww thanks sweetie! So, what did you and the boys talked about? I bet it's Sora again. Huh?" She laughed softly.

"Oh you bet" Law grinned and started to tell her what was said in the gossip.

She listened intently with small laughs and giggles here and there, responding with some questions about this and that, just... Listening to him until they finish cleaning up.

"... Yeah. And I remember, Sora was inspired by the creator's sister, who's name is also Sora and like..." Law hummed, "the creator said that his sister has always been brave growing up. Isn't that amazing??"

Law followed (y/n) up the stairs to their bedroom

"Oh? That's quite cute actually..." She smiled before sitting him down on the bed with a serious look, "Law... I need to tell you something... I don't know what your reaction would be but..." She muttered, "wait here."

She went to their bathroom that was connected to their bedroom.

Law just sat there, wondering what she wanted to say. She then came out with something behind her back, looking rather excited.

"What's that?" He said while trying to peak.

She giggled at his attempts before calming him down and showing him a positive pregnancy test.

"I'm pregnant..." She shyly said.

Law was in shock, more because he thought he was playing it safe, "oh wait... The full moon..." He thought

He just grabbed her waist and pulled her close gently before pressing a kiss on her abdomen and placing his head against her, "fuck... I don't know how to express how happy I am..." He groaned

She laughed and ruffled his hair, "it's alright... At least now I know you liked the news"

"Liked... Liked?? I LOVED it!" He smiled before hugging her tightly.

She just laughed even louder until he stood up and kissed her.

"Alright, you LOVED it." She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"I love you..." He muttered before kissing her forehead

"I love you too..."

But the he remembered something, "wait... What if... My child has the same curse as me...?"

"Law..." She cupped his face

"I..."

Law wasn't always a wereleopard, Law used to be a happy little boy in his small village until a couple of ruffians, that he now realized was a really mean pack, terrorised his village and unfortunately killed his parents but cursed him and his sister, sadly, his sister didn't survive the curse...

Law didn't even notice himself crying until soothing hands were wiping away his tears and a smooth voice coaxing him to calm down.

"Come now..." (Y/n) smiled as she pulled Law unto the bed.

He immediately buried his face in her chest and his arms around her waist tightly, silently curing against her at the sudden pull from memory train.

"Ahh... It's okay... It's okay, I'm here..." She soothes him while running her fingers through his inky black strands.

"Thank you..." He finally muttered once he had calmed down, "I don't know what I would be without you" he smiled up at her Smas she smiled down at him.

She only chuckled softly and kisses his forehead, "let's arrange this tomorrow? Good thing you're off from work for a week."

He nods with a smile.

5 months later, Law finds himself craving for something.

Though he knew (y/n) was pregnant, and a bump was already showing, he can't help himself at full moon.

While she helps him all the time, her hand wasn't simply enough.

Especially now that a bump is showing and it is said in her ultrasound that she might have twins or triplets, it'll be harder for her to reach him.

"(Y/n)..." He muttered, his body as hot as a furnace and trembling at any motion, his tail stood on end, his fur wa slightly sticky with sweat, his pupils were blown wide with arousal.

"Hm? Oh dear..." She gasped when she rubbed his cheeks, making him pur, "you're in heat... Again? I thought it only happens in the full moon?"

"It... It does but... It's not enough... I'm sorry, but I want to feel you. Touch you... Taste you with my mouth... Please... Is there anyway...?" Law practically begs her with such pleading eyes.

She hummed softly, "u-uhm... I don't know if it's alright but... You know... I have two holes..." She shyly suggested with a deep blush, "ah-! Forget it! It's embarrassing...!"

"Wait... No, it's alright. I like that idea...!" Law grinned mischievously before slowly approaching her

"Ah-ah." She smiled at him making him pause, "wipe the table and help me clean the house first, just some vacuuming and mopping will do."

"I should've known..." He mumbled

"Hehe."

...

"Is it alright if I clean up first...?" She asked with a small smile as he nodded

"It's alright."

She kissed his forehead softly before going to the bathroom.

Law pulled out the necessary "tools" he'd need which is simply just lube.

He waited patiently (and excitedly) on the bed until she was finished.

She came out of the bathroom in only her underwear, highlighting her belly bump slightly.

"I hope this is alright as well...?" She asked as soon as Law got up and kissed her deeply.

"It's sexy..." He muttered before snapping off her bra and throwing it away, "they're growing nicely for the baby."

He smirked slightly before playing with her tits.

"Law..." She laughed before gasping when he carried her to the bed and gently placing her down.

He then crawled to be on top of her, his hand drawing soft circles on her belly.

Law was currently in his wereleopard form, it made (y/n) wonder... Since his physique changed, would there be a chance that his thing grew a little? The thought had her squirming

"Thinking unholy thoughts, aren't we?" He smirked making her blush deeply.

"J-just do it already... I'm waiting." She pouted

"So am I..."

He soon removed her panties and throwing them somewhere before lifting one of her legs to his shoulders and coating his free hand with lube.

"This might feel weird..." He warned before rubbing the outside of her back hole making her whine.

"Law..." She moaned softly before gasping in pleasure when he slipped a finger inside, he started thrusting his finger inside slowly until he changed his pace, adding another and another until he stretched her out so well and coated her, inside and out, with lube.

"There... I hope it doesn't hurt" he smiled before coating himself with some lube as well and pumping it, coating his dick with some shiny lube.

(Y/n) can't help but stare and "observe". His member sure is bigger and has more veins than his usual one, she's not complaining though.

"Here goes..."

She whined slightly when he pressed his tip against her hole before slowly but surely pushed in with slightly ease.

It stung for a moment until pleasure kicked in, he was stretching her other hole up deliciously until he was all the way inside with a groan.

"So tight... Warm..." He growled almost animalistic while he waited for her to adjust.

By now, he had both her knees up to his shoulders, his hands on her hips, grinding her against him softly.

"L-law...! Please..!" She gasped before unconsciously clenching against him with a moan.

He groaned before lacing his fingers against hers and pinned them on the bed, his other free hand then gripped her waist before starting to thrust into her.

At first, his pace was kept to a medium, eliciting small moans and gasps from her until he could feel his animal side break and turn her to her hands and knees before thrusting deep inside.

She howled moans as he kept slamming himself in and out of her sorry little ass like the animal that was controlling him. He leaned over and hugged her real tight, a hand on her belly as he continued to thrust inside her

"L-law...! Ah- so... S-so good!" She moaned loudly.

Her moans were enough to fuel him more into a rougher state, thrusting in and out of her mercilessly. Like an animal in deep heat.

She kept moaning loudly that she feared her neighbors would hear, but that thought was thrown out the window once he hit a special spot inside her making her newly and drool with pleasure, "l-law...! Right there!" She moaned some more before he started abusing the spot.

"Law...! I-i cant-" she gasped when she feels herself start to tighten up into a warm recoil before releasing intensely with a moan.

He growled loudly and fastening his pace, roughing it up more, until he felt her squeeze the life out of his dick. He growled lowly into her ear and thrusted deeply inside her to spray her insides with his sticky cum.

Thrusting a few more, to make sure she drinks every single bit of him, he pulled out slowly and helped her get settled on the bed.

Law could still see his own cum leak out of her slowly as she panted heavily

"Much better..." He muttered before cuddling against (y/n) with his soft fur being her pillow

"That... Wasn't so bad..." She panted softly and hugging him

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She shook her head before going to sleep.