#and there's just enough room left for a baby lucy \(*v*)/

[ladylooch]

I know it’s not kid au day BUT I need a smut on Lucie and Connor like even tho they are parents they are still a young sexy couple who I can only imagine what gets down in their room when their babies are asleep

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You can save this for Thursday just mainly needed you to know how desperately I need a smut of these too doing v raunchy things

A/N: Idk what it is about writing smut in public but I always seem to do my best work there 😂😘

Enjoy Connor Wood and his skilled hips and strength, bbys!

In the middle of the Swiss summer, the only sounds between Lucie and Connor are the crunching of their hiking boots on the gravel trail beneath their boots. They work their way up a little hill on the trail, working at a perfect pace together. Lucie is in front, leading the way as Connor trails behind to be sure to not rush them forward. At times, Lucie has gotten frustrated with Connor for pushing the pace faster than she wants to go. Their compromise is Lucie leads. 

Connor doesn’t mind. The view is great. And he is not talking about the Swiss mountain range. 

Today, Lucie is wearing light pink spandex shorts that lift and cup her cheeks perfect. Her post-baby body is full of curves in all the right places. He loves how soft and strong her body has become from carrying their babies. Over the years, she has stopped her frantic running fueled by the anxiety of college and being a young mom, instead moving her focus to core strength and flexibility. He loves her body in all ways, but he would be lying if he didn’t say this version of her is his favorite. He gets to kiss all the permanent changes to her from being pregnant with his babies. The thought of doing that right now, when she is sweaty and alive from the Swiss mountain air she knows well has him stirring in his shorts. 

“You doing okay back there?” Lucie asks. “We can slow down if you need, cap.”

“Funny.” Connor laughs. “I’m good.” He murmurs, licking his lips. “Would be better if that ass didn’t look so damn good in those shorts tho.” Lucie whips her head around, her long brown pony tail swinging. She wears a navy Yankees hat on her head, but her brown lock flow down, covering her back tattoo completely. He reaches forward, grabbing her pony tail and gently pulling her to a stop, then into his chest. Her ass cheeks press against his half hard cock. Lucie rolls her ass cheeks against him, awakening him fully. 

“You brave enough?” 

“For what?”

“To bend me over a rock off the trail?”

“Isn’t that how people die?” Lucie laughs. 

“Would it be worth it?”

“Yeah.” He smirks, then leans down to kiss her. 

The entire hour they have been on the trail, they have only passed four people. It’s the middle of a work day. Their chances of getting caught are slim. Connor opens his eyes while he continues kissing his wife, scanning for an area. He finds one that looks relatively clear for them to get to, but enough off the path that people wouldn’t be able to see them. He pulls back from her, then starts leading the way. He helps create a path for Lucie to follow through the overgrown brush behind him. Then turns to pin her against a thick tree that will hide them for the most part.

Lucie giggles into his mouth as he kisses her harder and wetter. Their tongues collide while he gropes her left breast. 

“Baby.” He moans, between smooches. “Your tits are huge today.”

“I know. I even pumped before we left.” He pressed his lips all over her tight skin, then runs his tongue along the collection of sweat on her swells. She tastes salty and sexy. He closes his eyes again and it’s almost like he is back with her in Mexico, years ago, tasting the salt still clinging to her skin from the Gulf.  So much has changed between them since that first time they touched each other, but not how much Connor craves this beautiful girl in his hands. He’s still as obsessed with her now as he was then. That will never change. Not even after his last breath on this earth.

Connor pulls her sports bra down, exposing her flat nipple. He licks it, watching it harden under his mouth then looks at Lucie for approval. She nods and he pulls it into his mouth, careful not to suck but rub his tongue along it instead. This approach seems to keep him from getting a mouthful of breastmilk. 

She moans, then tugs his hair in warning of a potential let down. He moves to the other one, then does the same thing. This is enough to have Lucie hooking her leg around his thigh, rutting against his cock. He presses his hips forward, increasing the pressure of them together. Lucie groans. Connor reaches for her ass cheeks giving them a tight squeeze.

“This okay with you? Right here?” He asks her.

“Yes. Please. I can’t wait.” He grins at the way her brown eyes melt while she begs for him. 

Lucie pulls back, beginning to shimmy off her shorts. Connor sighs happily, fingers finding her wet folds the moment she lets him see them. His finger prints roll over the swollen bud, working in swift circles. Lucie rests her forehead against his chest while he plays with her. 

“So good.” She moans, a hand coming down to grip the wrist belonging to those skilled fingers. “Stay right there.” 

“Look up at me.” He demands, grabbing her chin. She complies.

He watches every flicker of pleasure there, adjusting his pressure when her knees buckle a bit. He moves his hand from her chin, wrapping it around the small of her back. Just when she is about to climax, he pulls his fingers from her clit, running them to her entrance, feeling how soaked she is. Plenty there for them to get busy. He kneels down, pulling her shorts off her legs completely. He tosses them onto her hiking pack so they stay off the ground, then he wraps his two big hands around her waist, lifting her effortlessly. He presses her upper back against the tree.

“Can you help get me out here?” He smirks at her. She reaches for his hips, pushing his shorts and underwear down. They settle comfortable at his ankles after a little wiggle from him. They both giggle. Then Connor reaches under Lucie’s thigh to situate the head of his cock at her entrance. Lucie takes in a deep breath, then moans through every thick inch of Connor filling her pussy. Connor pauses when he bottoms out. He releases one hand from her ass to cup her cheek, kissing her softly. “You feel so fucking good right now. All mine too.” Lucie grins, biting his bottom lip, then licking the seam of his lips and a bit of his teeth to get into his mouth. 

“Fuck me hard, baby.” She begs him. 

Connor knows exactly what to do. He pumps his muscular thighs and hips as hard as he can. His balls slap against her ass with each stroke, pushing them both closer and closer to where they want to go. If someone is on the trail, neither of them know. Everything is lost except the place they are connecting together.

His cock strokes along her sensitive walls, dragging her orgasm closer and closer. She whimpers, leaning her head back, tilting her face towards the sky. The sun lights up a part of her face as Connor watches her come for him. She sighs his name, reaching up to hold his neck for stability as he finishes himself off with her body. Connor sucks her neck into his mouth as he spills inside of her. Warmth and wet surround his spent cock, feeling like paradise as he kisses his way up her jaw. She turns her face to kiss his lips fully again. Her lips are mused and puffy beneath his mouth.

Connor holds her there, suspended and dripping, until his arms begin to tense in protest. Then he tenderly lowers her back to the ground. He helps her put her feet through the holes of her shorts, then pulls them up her body and back into place. She may be covered again, but everything about her screams just fucked. Good. He wants her that way this trip back home anyway. Lucie wraps her arms around his waist, then rests her cheek against his pec. Connor’s mouth buries into her hat. They both simultaneously take in a big inhale. 

“Love you.” Lucie murmurs.

“Love you.” He responds. 

Another few moments of recovery are necessary, before they head back to the path. Lucie takes the lead again. They start to round their way around the loop and head back towards the parking lot their car awaits for them. Comfortable, loving silence settles back between them as their pace slows even more, both of their legs a little weaker from their orgasms.

They enjoy the comfort of the Swiss wilderness; Their old friend who keeps their sexy secrets year after year.

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Our Girl

J2 x Reader

Word Count: 1,419

Summary: Jensen and Jared treat the reader to an exciting birthday.

Warnings: Smut (P in V, Anal sex, protected sex and unprotected sex, Oral Fem Receiving, fingering, double penetration, overstimulation, threesome.)

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a/n: Could be a teaser for a possible J2 Series, still in the brainstorming works.

a/n#2: Originally a Birthday Girl rewrite, but just so there’s no doubles on here, and not an attempt at a Re-entry on Jen’s SPN Tell me a Story Bingo.

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She laid between Jared and Jensen as they slept through the night. She had snuggled against Jensen, laying her head on his chest while Jared snuggled in behind her.

As the sun began to rise over the horizon, and the world slowly waking up, she tossed onto her back, Jared being long awake.

Jensen woke up, admiring the beauty he woke up to. Brushing her hair from her face. She looked so peaceful as she slept.

He realized the day as he laid there. It was her birthday. She has turned 30 today. Originally, they didn’t plan on doing anything for her birthday, she didn’t ask for anything. But Jared and Jensen wanted to treat her to a day she won’t soon forget.

He laid a gentle kiss just below her jaw, traveling down her neck. Sucking at her pulse point. Drawing out a moan from her sleepy lips.

His hand hiked up her shirt, palming her breast, pinching the hardening bud between his fingers. He was slowly pulling her out of a deep slumber, feeling her squirm under his touch in her sleepy state.

His kisses traveled down her torso, up her thigh as he worked her panties off of her. Seeing a wet streak from her heat. Making him smirk.

His kisses got higher up her thighs to her soaking mound. And he placed a kiss on her sensitive clit. Her hips jerked up at the warmth his lips offered.

The covers were pulled off over his head, seeing her darkened eyes looking back at him.

He worked her legs over his shoulders as he made himself at home and went to work. Lapping his tongue over the sensitive bud.

She threw her head back with desire as a moan escaped her throat.

He pinned her hips when they jerked again wanting more friction. His lips locked on as his tongue worked around and around her clit, building her up.

“Fuck Jay,” she moans. Her hands running through his hair, holding him in place.

She felt his thick fingers enter her aching heat; her breath hitched in the back of her throat.

His finger rubbing against her g-spot ever so gingerly, driving her nuts.

“Oh lookie here.” Jared says entering their room.

Making a B line for their bed, his lips latching on to her neck, kissing and sucking her sensitive spots. Driving her ever crazier.

She felt the heat in her belly grow, and grow with each lap of Jensen’s tongue, every thrust of his fingers, every suck of Jared’s kisses. Until it, snapped in a nuclear explosion of pleasure.

Her back arched off of the bed as she came on Jensen’s mouth. His fingers thrust slowly to a stop, and eventually once she calmed down, he pulled his mouth off of her mound, his beard soaked in her arousal.

“Happy Birthday Y/N.” He says with a dark smirk.

“I’m loving what you got planned so far.” She pants.

“I can think of something, because seeing you two like that, I gotten so hard, I want some of this.”

“Sam here.” Jensen says.

“Then why not come get it,” she says wiggling her hips.

They discard their clothes like they were on fire. And they weren’t joking at how hard they’ve gotten.

“Fuck me.” She groans at the sight of them.

“We plan on it baby.” Jared says.

She was sandwiched between the two giant Texans, Jared delivered a passionate, hungry kiss to her lips. Jensen behind her kissing the nap of her neck.

“How do you want us baby?” Jensen asked.

“I want Jared behind me, and you on top of me.”

“And do you want me in your ass, of do you think you can handle both of us in that tight little pussy of yours?” Jared asked.

“Oh god, so tempting. Let’s try both.” She smirks.

“One at a time baby.” Jensen says.

Jared hopped up to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube, Jensen taking his place on top of her, kissing her ever so passionately. Their tongues dancing across each other’s mouths. Sucking his lip, driving him crazy.

Jared settled behind her, his hands traveling down her shoulders to her back, then sliding between her cheeks. Her hips bucked into his hand; Jared smirked.

“Very impatient little birthday girl you are.” Jared says in her ear. Before kissing behind her ear, bringing her ear lobe between his teeth gently.

Pulling away slightly, he lubed up his fingers, prepping her tight hole.

The distraction was enough for Jensen to drive his cock balls deep into her core. Her jaw drops, letting a wanton moan escape from her throat.

And that distraction was enough for Jared to scissor his fingers in her hold, prepping her for him.

Pulling his fingers free, Jared slides on a condom before lubing up one more time and inches his way into her.

A low, pleasured moan escapes her lips into Jensen’s shoulder. Feeling her holes fill up with her two favorite men in her life.

“You love that feeling? Feeling how full you are of our cocks?” Jensen says lowly into her ear. Making her whine and grind her hips against them.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Jensen adds.

“And I’ll even take that as, someone move.” Jared chuckles.

“Well lets not keep her waiting.” Jensen says as he pulls out before slamming back in. the sensation causing a yelp escape from her mouth.

Jared slightly pulling out, the head not even escaping from the opening, before slamming back in, his balls smacking against her.

And then they started a pace that had a rhythm when one pulls out someone thrusts in and rinse and repeat.

Y/N bounced up and down against Jared at the force of which they were delivering.

Her breathing was catching up as the coil in her abdomen built up in intensity. Each moan escaping with each breath.

“Sounds like she’s close again,” Jared growled.

“Lets give it to her.”

“God, I’m…” She moaned.

Her walls clamped down hard without warning around them, she could feel a warm, wet ooze spill inside her womb as Jensen’s thrust slow.

Her back arched off of Jared’s chest, the back of her head nuzzled in the crook of Jared’s neck as she came with a strangled wanton moan.

“Got one more left in you Stacks?”

“Damn right I do, lets see how stretched she can get.”

“Fuck me.” She pants.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get there.”

Jared slowly pulled out, he smiled proud at how stretched open she was from him.

Jensen stilled inside her as Jared guided his still hard cock to her soaking heat.

“Focus on me sweetheart, he’s gonna go slow. Just holler if you can’t take it.”

She nods against Jared. Jensen held her close giving Jared enough room to maneuver close to her so he could inch his way in.

She could feel her walls stretch to accommodate not only Jensen but now Jared, as he inched his way further in, until he was balls deep.

“What a trooper.” Jensen congratulated, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Oh god, someone start moving.” She moans.

They moved at the same time, nearly pulling out before thrusting back in.

“Oh god!” she moans.

Their pace starts slow as they worked her back up with each, full, thrust.

Her heart spiked into her throat as her coil slowly built up, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Their paced quickened as they felt their end coming to a head.

“Oh, guys,” she moans. Her legs quivering and shaking as her orgasm draws near.

“Almost,” Jensen growls.

“There,” Jared adds, as his hips buckled against her, the used condom filling up with more of his seed.

Jensen’s hips buckled and spasmed not long after Jared, spilling more into her as her walls clamped shut around them nearly milking them dry, as she came with a scream, their names on her tongue.

She saw pure white, heated pleasure as they worked her through her high. Getting them through their own.

 She woke up, to Jensen and Jared passed out, sandwiching her between them. She noticed a certain glow on them as they slept, they noticed the same glow before sleep to them.

She snuggled more into them as best as she could, feeling their release slowly oozing out of her as she adjusted herself. Smiling, content with what she did with her two loves of her life.

A birthday present she will never forget, but she does have to think of something for them.

~

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[itsadamcole]

i wish

fem!reader x tyler breeze

It’s been almost three months since reader last saw her husband, Tyler Breeze. He’s been traveling for wrestling. Reader has a fancy dinner event for her law firm and she wishes that Tyler was there to accompany her. Little does reader know that Tyler has a little surprise up his sleeve ... “i wish you were here”

word count: 4.6k

warning: soft smut, fluff, a scene including sexual harassment, tyler being cute and happy, probably wrong legal stuff but we’re gonna pretend it’s real for the sake of the imagine

— just something i’ve been working on for a while and never posted —

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~ 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

As you do your makeup for your formal dinner party with your co-workers, your mind wanders off to your husband.

It's been close to three months since you kissed Tyler goodbye and it's gotten harder and harder every day. You miss him. You miss him being around and you miss hearing him yell and scream when he's streaming or playing UNO with DaParty.

The house has been too quiet without him. The only reason you're not feeling lonely is because of Kanga, Tigger, and Roo, the two dogs and the cat you and Tyler parent.

As you're applying your lipstick, you realize that you have a few tears running down your cheeks, ruining your makeup. You groan, frustrated with yourself as you dry the tears and fix your look.

Once your makeup is finally done, you get into the dress you bought for the occasion.

The dinner tonight is a formal event, meaning full-length dresses instead of the usual cocktail dress. You bought a full length dark red satin dress for the occasion. The top of the dress hugs your chest while the skirt has a slight flare to it. The v-neck dips down a little bit and the sleeves are thin as they sit on your shoulders. You pair the dress with dark red heels.

You put in diamond earrings that were gifted to you by Tyler on your first wedding anniversary. They hand down a little bit. To decorate your neck, you wear a necklace that your sister gave you for your birthday two birthdays ago. You put on your engagement and wedding rings on your left ring finger. You rarely ever wear your rings to work, let alone a work event.

As you're putting on your jewelry, your phone starts to go off. You walk over to the ringing device. Tyler is trying to FaceTime you.

You've told him about the dinner tonight and he said that he'd be there if he could. He knows how much you hate any kind of party.

Putting a smile on your face, you answer the FaceTime call. Tyler is looking at his phone, waiting for you to pick up. The second he sees you, a smile lights up his face. "There's my beautiful wife," Tyler says. "I can only see your face but I just know you look stunning."

"Hold on," you say, walking over to the full-length mirror in your bedroom. You turn the camera so the camera is on the mirror. The sunlight coming through the window lights up the room.

Tyler has a look of awe on his face as he looks at you in the mirror via the phone camera. "Baby," he says. "You look like a princess."

You smile and say, "I just need a little tiara."

Your husband says, "You don't need a tiara to be a princess, baby. This right here proves it."

You giggle and turn the camera back to your face. "I wish you were here," you say. "I hate going to these things alone."

Tyler says, "I know. I wish I was too. I'll be home for the next event though and we can kill it together. I promise."

"I can't wait," you say, glancing at the time. "Okay, I have to get going. It's going to take me years to drive to the place where this event is going to be because I'm in a gown and heels."

Your husband laughs over the phone and he asks, "Is it at The Oak again?"

Nodding, you say, "Of course it is because the partners always have this stupid dinner at the same exact place every few months."

Both you and Tyler laugh before he says, "Well, then, I'll let you go. You look beautiful, baby. I love you."

"And I love you," you say, blowing him kisses through the phone. "I'll see you when you come home."

Tyler smiles and says, "I'll be home before you know it. It'll go by quickly."

You smile as you both say your goodbyes. You grab your clutch and walk downstairs, phone already in hand from having just been on it when Tyler called.

You get into your car. You turn it on and start the half-hour ride to The Oak.

The Oak is a fancy hotel with a large ballroom area that the partners at your law firm always use for these events. There's one every four to six weeks. You've been working at Dolan and Reid's law firm for close to ten years so these get kind of boring after a while. You're required to be at each one though because of your position in the firm. You're a junior partner. You were promoted late last year and you were ecstatic.

You've been with Tyler since you were just starting out in the law firm. You got married four years ago. It's been an amazing four years.

As you pull up, you see several of your co-workers walking into the hotel. They're laughing and already having a good time. You park in the parking lot before you walk into the hotel yourself.

You've been here so many times, the hotel employees know your name and you know most of theirs. You don't have to ask where the bar is because you've been here so often.

When you walk up to the bar, the bartender, whose name is Lucy, asks, "What can I get for you, Y/N?"

You sigh, "A glass of your best whiskey, Lucy. Thank you."

She nods and gets your drink ready.

"This drink is on me," a male voice says beside you. You look over and see one of the other junior partners standing next to you. Danny Watson. You roll your eyes as you're handed your drink. "What? No 'hello'? Or what about 'hi, Danny. How are you'?"

You sip your drink and hold up your left ring finger with your wedding ring on it. "I'm married, remember?" you say coldly. "I'm not interested for the hundredth time."

Danny says, "I know for a fact that your husband is out of town for some wrestling bullshit so let me take you home, baby. Let me show you what I could do if you dumped that husband of yours that's never home."

You stay calm as you say, "Listen here, Daniel. Don't you insult my husband's work by calling it bullshit. And don't you dare even ask me to go home with you. I'm tired of you and your sexual harassment. Do it one more time and I'll talk to the partners about it."

He laughs and says, "You think they're gonna do anything about it? They have more important things to deal with than an allegation of sexual harassment."

"You forget that I'm a lawyer that handles sex cases or cases involving harassment and assault," you spit at him. "I'll sue you and represent myself."

Danny rolls his eyes and says, "Whatever, Y/N. You're not worth my time anymore."

You get angry and you say, "Fuck you, Danny. I was never worth your time because I am not going to cheat on my husband with anyone, let alone someone as low as you."

Someone walks over and stands beside you. "Y/N, is Danny bothering you again?" You look over and see that it's your best friend from work, Y/WBF/N. You sigh with relief and nod. "Go the fuck away, Danny. Stop harassing the poor girl when she's already upset enough."

Danny rolls his eyes and walks off. You thank Y/WBF/N and say, "My hero."

She hooks her arm with yours and says, "Let's head into the main room and dance a little bit. We both need to let off a little steam after that."

You finish your drink and say, "I couldn't agree more." The two of you walk into the ballroom area and walk to the dance floor.

Y/WBF/N is wearing a full-length form-fitting black dress. It looks beautiful on her. Her jet black curls bounce up and down as she moves.

You and your work best friend both dance for about 30 minutes before the DJ says, "Let's slow it down a little bit so the couples in the room can dance together."

A Thousand Years by Christina Perri plays and you leave the dance floor area with Y/WBF/N, finding a seat at one of the round tables. You sip the water that's provided for you and you notice Y/WBF/N glance behind you and smile a bit.

Before you can react or say anything, you hear a familiar voice behind you say, "Excuse me, Mrs. Breeze. I believe that you should be on the dance floor with your husband." You quickly turn around in your seat and look behind you to see your husband, Tyler Breeze, standing behind you. He's fully dressed in a black and white suit with a red tie.

Quickly, you get up and wrap your arms around Tyler's neck. You're on your tiptoes as you hug him. You're hugging your husband for the first time in months. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck.

Tyler takes your hand and leads you over to the dance floor, where about twenty or so couples are dancing together to the slow song. You haven't been able to stop smiling since you turned around in your seat.

Your husband takes you in his arms, wrapping them around your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck and sway to the music. You stare up at Tyler, meeting his pretty brown eyes for the first time since he left three months ago.

"How did you get here?" you ask. "Last time I checked, you were supposed to be in Seattle for NXT Takeover."

He smiles and says, "That's not until Saturday and I decided to come by for the next four days and spend time with my wife. Dango is covering for me in Seattle while I'm here with you. It wasn't worth spending four days in Seattle with nothing to do so I decided to come and surprise you."

You smile and pull yourself closer to Tyler. Your cheek is now on his chest and you listen to the sound of his heart beating. You say, "I'm so happy you're home for a few days. I've missed you so much, so have Kanga, Tigger, and Roo."

Tyler laughs and says, "I said hi to them when I stopped by the house to grab this tie so I can somewhat match you."

Laughing, you look back up at Tyler. A smile is on your lips as you sigh, "I've missed you, Tyler. So much."

Your husband says, "I've missed you too, Y/N. You look absolutely stunning and I am so glad that I got to see you in the dress."

You smile and wrap your arms tighter around Tyler's neck, pressing your cheek to his chest again. Tyler kisses the top of your head and you close your eyes as the song ends but changed to One Direction's If I Could Fly.

Tyler wraps his arms tighter around your waist and you both continue to sway to the music.

As you dance with your husband, you wish that this moment would never end that way he wouldn't have to leave in four days to fly across the country from you. You wish you could stay in his arms forever. You don't want him to leave and you can't go with him because you have an important case to prep for. The trial starts on Monday.

"Hey," Tyler says, looking down at you. "Y/N, what's wrong? You're crying."

You hadn't noticed that you started crying. You wipe your mascara filled tears away and you say, "I wish you didn't have to leave in a few days. I hate it when you leave for so long. I wish you could stay with me for a while."

Tyler smiles and says, "I was going to surprise you with this later but after Takeover, I'm home for nine weeks. No more touring until after the holidays. The next Takeover is in Orlando so I don't have to go very far."

The news makes you smile wide. You say, "Really? You're going to be home for nine weeks straight?"

Your husband nods and says, "I am. I'm all yours for the next nine weeks after Takeover. I also told Dango to stay away for the first week or so since I have a lot of time to make up for." Tyler winks at you. You lightly kick Tyler's shin.

"Tyler!" you scold. "I'm at a work event. You can't be saying these things when my co-workers are around."

He laughs and asks, "Am I not allowed to touch you then since your co-workers are around?" He lets you go and you pout.

You say, "I never said that." Tyler smiles and puts his hands back on your waist. "You're mean."

Tyler smiles and says, "But you love me."

You giggle and say, "Yes. I do love you."

"Am I allowed to kiss you or no?" your husband teases. "Since your co-workers are around."

Rolling your eyes, you say, "I don't care if my co-workers are around. I haven't kissed you in close to three months."

Tyler laughs and brings his lips down to yours. They move against yours slowly and your eyes flutter closed as you kiss your husband for the first time in three months. The kiss is very soft and passionate from the start. Your hands slide to Tyler's cheeks, holding his face between your hands.

The song changes and everyone comes back into the dance floor. Tyler pulls back from the kiss and looks down at you.

"Y/N," one of the partners calls, walking toward you. Mr. Reid is the partner walking toward you. "May I have a few words outside with you?"

You nod and look at Tyler. "I'll be right back," you say to your husband. "Y/WBF/N is still at the table you found me at."

Tyler nods and you walk away with Mr. Reid, leaving the large ballroom and loud music. You find yourself in the lobby of the hotel with not only Mr. Reid but Mr. Dolan and Danny.

That bitch, you think to yourself.

Mr. Dolan says, "Mr. Watson here has told us you have been harassing him for a few weeks. He's been saying you've been wanting to, and I quote, 'take him to bed'."

Your eyes widen and you say, "That is not how it went down, Mr. Dolan. It's been the opposite actually. My husband has been away for a few weeks for his job and Daniel has been harassing me the entire time my husband has been gone." Panic rises in your voice. "I've never once asked if Daniel could take me to bed. As a matter of fact, I've never approached Daniel for anything outside of work."

Mr. Reid looks at Danny and says, "You omitted the part where she had a husband, Mr. Watson."

You've rarely ever told anyone that you have a husband let alone that Tyler Breeze is your husband because of his status. NXT Tag Team Champion and WWE superstar. He's well known, and you never know who is or isn't a wrestling fan.

The partners never asked for your marital status so you never told them. You were single when you started working at the firm. You've been going by your maiden name at work, not your married last name since you never legally changed your name to Y/N Breeze after you married Tyler.

Between your friends and family, you are Mrs. Breeze. Legally, you're still Y/N L/N so you're not obligated to tell anyone you're married. You've only told Danny and Y/WBF/N because of Danny's harassment and because Y/WBF/N is your best friend.

Daniel says, "I didn't think that was an important subject."

Mr. Dolan says, "Miss L/N, we did check the footage from tonight at the bar before we came to get you and we did see that Mr. Watson came up to you and you did seem agitated that he was there. You held up your left hand as well. We just wanted to confirm that it has been Mr. Watson harassing you since we did have visual evidence."

You sigh with relief that the partners didn't believe Danny.

Danny on the other hand looks pissed that he's been caught in a lie. Mr. Reid says, "Now, Mr. Watson, next time you lie, you might not want to lie to lawyers. As of this moment, you have been demoted to associate, and associate you will stay for a while. If we get any more reports of harassment coming from you, you will be terminated. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Danny mumbles.

Mr. Reid says, "You're dismissed, Mr. Watson."

Danny walks away and you look at the partners. Mr. Dolan asks, "Miss L/N, is your last name legally L/N, or do you share your husband's last name?"

You say, "It's legally still L/N. I've been thinking of legally changing it to my husband's last name for a little bit."

"What's been stopping you?" Mr. Dolan asks.

You play with your thumbs and say, "My husband is a professional wrestler. A pretty well-known professional wrestler and I've been trying to keep my marriage on the quiet side because of his job."

Mr. Reid says, "You don't have to use your husband's last name on your cards for work if you want to change it to his last name. You can still be Y/N L/N since it is your maiden name."

You blink and say, "In that case, I might legally change my last name to my husband's. I was lead to believe that I had to use my legal name."

Mr. Reid says, "You can go by your birth name or your married name, Miss L/N. We have a few documents upstairs that will help you begin the process of changing your last name tonight. I can retrieve them quickly. All you have to do is provide some information and sign a few papers and then it's done."

You nod and say, "Let's do it."

The partners go and get the documents. Tyler texts you in the meantime.

11:27 pm

tyler bby: everything okay? you’ve been gone for a little bit

11:28 pm

you: everything's okay. we're talking over a case that starts monday. i'll be back in a few minutes

Tyler writes back an "okay see you in a few" and you sigh.

He surprised you and now you're going to surprise him. He's been wanting you to change your last name so he'll be happy about this.

With Mr. Reid and Mr. Dolan's help, the documents are all signed after you provide the information. It takes about fifteen minutes once they come back with the papers.

Mr. Reid hands you a document with your new legal name and says, "Congratulations, Mrs. Breeze."

You smile and say, "Thank you."

You walk off back toward the dinner party and walk to Tyler.

When you get to Tyler, you lower the paper in front of his face from behind him and you say, "Surprise."

Tyler looks up at you and asks, "You changed your last name?"

You nod and say, "It'll take some time and some processing before it's officially legal but yes, I changed my last name. I am now unofficially Mrs. Y/N Breeze. I'm still going to use my maiden name at work and it's what my clients will call me but my legal name will be Y/N Breeze."

Your husband stands up and kisses you. You giggle into the kiss and he mumbles, "Mrs. Breeze sounds so hot."

"It was your last name before it was mine," you say against Tyler's lips.

Tyler smiles against your lips before he pulls back. "Tonight's just full of surprises for both of us," he says.

You peck his lips and say, "Take me upstairs to see another surprise that will give you a preview of what our week will look like once you're back from Takeover this weekend."

Tyler's eyes widen and he takes your hand. He walks to the receptionist's desk and says, "We'd like a room. Any room that you have available."

The woman behind the desk says, "Room 1118 is available."

Your husband says, "We'll take it."

Tyler pays for the room and is given the key. Excited, he takes your hand again and walks to the elevator. He steps on and pulls you into his arms. As the doors shut, Tyler kisses you passionately. You giggle against his lips and mumble, "Someone's antsy."

"I haven't been intimate with my wife in three months," he says, pulling back from the kiss and undoing his tie. "Excuse me if I'm a little excited to have sex tonight."

You smile and pull Tyler back to you by pulling his jacket. Your lips crash to his and the intense kiss continues as Tyler presses you against the wall of the elevator.

Luckily no one is on the elevator as you ascend to the 11th floor. The trip takes what feels like forever before you reach the 11th floor.

Once the doors open, you take Tyler's hand and walk down the hallway quickly until you get to room 1118.

Tyler unlocked the door with the keycard and pulls you inside. The door closes and automatically locks behind you as Tyler presses you against the door.

You stare up at Tyler and see his brown eyes dark with lust and need, for you. Your core begins to ache at the thought of what Tyler's going to do to you tonight after he sees the underwear you're wearing.

It's been three long months since you last had sex. Three months too long.

Your need for Tyler overwhelms you and you lean your head up, kissing Tyler hard.

As your lips move against Tyler's, you push off his suit jacket. It drops to the floor. His tie joins the jacket before the two of you stumble toward the bed.

It's mostly dark in the room, except for the moonlight and bright lights of Orlando shining into the room from the window and glass doors that lead to the balcony.

You've done this so many times with Tyler that the two of you know each other like the back of your hands. You don't need light.

Tyler's fingers work on the zipper on the back of your dress as yours work on unbuttoning his shirt. Your lips move feverishly against each other. You eventually get Tyler's shirt unbuttoned and you pull it off of him.

He gets your dress unzipped and you let it fall off your body, pooling at your feet. You step out of your heels and Tyler pulls back from the kiss. He looks down at you. You're not wearing a bra but you're wearing a pair of red lacy panties.

Your husband licks his bottom lip and says, "Now that's a surprise."

You giggle and start to unbutton his pants as he spins you around and pushing you back onto the bed. He leans over the bed with his hands on either side of you, holding himself up. Tyler kisses you softly, taking his face in your hands as you kiss him back.

Tyler pushes you onto your back, breaking the kiss. His lips are on your chest and slowly trail down your body. You've missed this feeling. His lips on your body, his fingers touching your skin. It's been three months since you've been with Tyler like this.

He pushes your panties to the side and starts to kiss and suck on your sensitive clit. You let out a soft moan and bite your lip. Tyler hums softly and runs his tongue through your folds. "Tyler," you sigh. "Please. No teasing tonight."

Your husband smirks and pulls off your panties before slipping two fingers into you. You moan a little louder and your back arches off the bed as Tyler moves his fingers quickly.

You grasp onto the bedsheets and let out a loud moan as he adds a third finger. Loud moans escape your lips with every flick of Tyler's wrist. Your body jerks beneath Tyler's touch and he looks up at you with his eyes.

It takes maybe five minutes before you're pulled to the edge of an orgasm. Your legs shake a bit as you get closer and closer, then Tyler pulls his fingers out of you. You whine and look at him.

"Baby," you say, pouting. "Not fair."

Tyler stands at the foot of the bed in front of you. You watch as he pulls off his pants and his boxers. You gently bite your lip and Tyler crawls onto you, hovering over you between your legs. His lips are on yours within a few seconds and they move against yours intensely. Your fingers are in his hair, holding Tyler close to you.

The two of you share the passionate kiss for a few moments before Tyler begins to push himself into you, making you moan and gasp softly against Tyler's lips.

Tyler pulls back and his lips attach to your neck. Your hands slide down to the back of Tyler's neck and he starts to thrust his hips into you gently. Your eyes flutter closed and you enjoy the feeling of Tyler inside you. "God, Tyler," you moan. "I've missed this."

Your husband smiles against your neck as he moves harder into you, his tip grazes your g-spot and you moan his name loudly.

He props himself up on his arms, pulling away from your neck. Your eyes meet his as you wrap your legs around his waist tightly. His thrusts are harder and he's so deep inside you that his hips are now flush against yours.

As you're pulled closer and closer to your orgasm again, your legs begin to shake. You're gasping and moaning. The sound of skin slapping and your moans fill the small room.

"I'm close, baby," Tyler groans as he's pulled closer to his climax.

Your hands cup his face and you say, "Come, baby."

Tyler thrusts a few more times into you before you both release. You around him and him inside you. He helps you ride out your high. You come down, whining and sighing. You pull Tyler's face down to yours and kiss him lightly.

Both of you are out of breath as Tyler rolls off of you and walking to the bathroom to grab something to clean everything up. You crawl under the blankets and once Tyler's done cleaning up, he joins you. You rest your head on his chest and listen to his heart beat in his chest. You smile and say, "Your heart is beating so fast."

He lets out a breathy laugh and he says, "It's beating that fast for you."

You move so you're laying onto your stomach. Your breasts are presses against Tyler's side and you rest your chin on your hands, which rest on his chest. Tyler smiles at you and you say, "You're so cheesy, but I love it."

Tyler kisses your nose and says, "I can't wait until after Takeover now if that's what our week is going to look like as soon as I get back."

Laughing, you say, "It's going to look like that and so much more. Expect some new outfits too, Mr. Breeze."

Your husband smiles and says, "Oh, I'm excited about these new outfits, Mrs. Breeze."

[marveloussupernerd]

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus - V

A list of people who asked for this: me. That is all. But we need more Lucy content LMAO

Warnings: very mild spoilers for V’s judge / forgive

Summary: you and V’s adopted daughter, Lucy, hadn’t had a good Christmas in a while. You were determined to make it perfect. That meant V dressing up as Santa just in case Lucy saw. You didn’t think she was actually watching though...

You had learned a lot about Lucy since you adopted her. First, you learned that she was one of the happiest children alive, despite being put up for adoption and fostered back and forth for a while. Second, you learned that she loved the members of the RFA, so much so that she wanted them to move in with you. Most importantly, you learned that she was not a good sleeper.

She was six. It seemed like she’d be old enough to sleep through the night without problems, but she found it challenging. Almost every night she’d stumble into you and V’s bedroom, complaining that she woke up and couldn’t sleep. Sometimes you’d let her sleep with you, other times you helped her go back to her room until she fell asleep once more.

That complicated the holidays. What if Lucy woke up and went and saw you and V putting out presents!? V found out about Santa Claus way too young as a child, and wanted his daughter to be able to believe in that magic for years. And so there you were, at the store, buying a Santa costume on Christmas Eve. You were shocked there were any left.

V sighed upon seeing it, but agreed to putting it on, as long as he didn’t have to wear a wig or a beard. The coat and pants and belt and hat and boots were good enough to sell it to Lucy if she asked.

“Now Lucy, it’s time to go to bed,” you explained, leading the way upstairs to her bedroom.

“Mommy wait!” She pulled you back to the living room. “We didn’t leave anything out for his reindeer!”

“His reindeer?”

“Yes! They need to eat too. They’re doing most of the work anyways.” She sat down on the couch. “I can’t sleep until we get them something.”

V grinned and left the room, heading to the kitchen. He came back with a bag full of baby carrots. Lucy squealed with excitement, reciting each reindeer’s name as she put out a carrot for them. She seemed quite satisfied with her work.

“Now Baby,” V started, heading off to put away the extra carrots, “You know that Santa won’t visit if you’re up. So you’ve gotta try your best to sleep.”

“And if you wake up, we have to try and fall back asleep, okay?” You added.

Lucy seemed nervous, as though there was a lot of pressure on her to do well.

“Don’t worry! If you can’t go back to sleep Daddy and I will be in our room, okay?”

She nodded delightedly. V picked her up and carried her up the stairs, setting her down in bed. “Mommy’s gonna stay with you until you fall asleep, okay?”

“‘Kay. Good night Daddy!!” She called. You giggled, taking a seat next to her bed. You’d read her The Night Before Christmas. It was festive!

She passed out only a few pages into the book. Lucy was good at falling asleep, just bad at staying asleep. She got nervous being on her own. You just hoped she would stay asleep long enough for you to put the presents out. You kissed her head and then left, closing the door gently as to not wake her.

You carefully made your way downstairs, and V was waiting there for you, fully dressed up as Santa, bag full of presents. You giggled quietly, placing a kiss on his cheek, then began to set out the presents. V started writing a note to Lucy; she wanted to see if Santa had the time if he would write something for her. You took a cookie as you worked, adjusting the presents so they’d present nicely in the morning. V snacked on the carrots, working hard to bite as quietly as possible. It was a team effort.

And then finally, it was all finished! Food, gone. Presents, laid out perfectly. Stockings, filled. Letter, written, signed, lovely. V’s handwriting was remarkably bad, but he worked really hard to make it look nice for Lucy. Maybe you should have switched jobs and written instead.

Still, you were ecstatic to be done! You took a seat next to V on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment. “I’m exhausted,” you whispered, wiped out from the quick hustling to get things done.

“We should go back upstairs,” he added, “so I can get out of this.”

You tried to suppress your laughter. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “You did perfect. Thank you.”

You went up the stairs first, checking to make sure Lucy was sleeping, then waved V on to hurry into the bedroom. You joined him, giggling and pressing kisses to his lips. It was kinda fun sneaking around like spies. You helped him take off the itchy costume and he slipped back into his pajamas. If you weren’t so tired maybe you could have had a little fun tonight. Alas, it was Christmas, and you were exhausted. You got into bed next to him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, giving him one more kiss on the cheek before going to bed.

The door opened quietly. So quietly you almost didn’t hear. Almost. You had become a light sleeper because you were used to Lucy waking up. She was... sniffling? Was she okay? You sat up in bed, as did V.

“Honey, are you okay?” V asked. She walked closer to him and gave him a big hug.

“What’s wrong Lucy?” You asked, scooting closer to V so you could see her better.

“Santa came,” she sobbed.

“He did!? How exciting!”

She whimpered. “But Mommy! You saw him! I saw you with him”

Shit. You were caught. But how caught were you exactly? Hopefully she didn’t see you eating Santa’s cookies, setting up the presents... “What was I doing with him?” You asked her.

“You... you... kissed his cheek!” She sobbed. Okay. You could spin this. “Like you do with me and Daddy! Why did you kiss his cheek!? Daddy did you know?”

“Of course Daddy knew!” You chimed in. “Sometimes you kiss your friends cheeks too! It’s not a big thing here, but they do it all the time where Santa’s from. I wanted to go down and thank him for the presents. Daddy stayed up here just in case you woke up.”

“But I didn’t see him when I came here!” She pouted.

“I was... in the bathroom!” V confessed. Why was this so challenging for the two of you? You didn’t like stretching the truth, even if it was to keep the magic alive.

“Ohhhh,” she exclaimed. “I get it! I should’ve gone down and said hi.”

“Yes! But that’s okay. You can do it next Christmas,” you reasoned.

“But we should be going to sleep now. You want to sleep with us tonight? It is a special night after all,” V asked. Lucy’s eyes lit up, reaching her hands out to him for him to pick her up and pull her into bed.

She situated herself right in between the two of you, reaching over to give you a hug. “Hi Mommy!” She squealed. You gave her a kiss on both her cheeks.

“Good night Lucy Lu,” you whispered, trying to get her to be quiet as well, and eventually get tired.

“Wait!” Her voice was loud again. “If there are presents now... why don’t we go open them now!?”

“But it’s not Christmas yet,” V reasoned.

“Daddy!! That’s a tech... a technically... a-“

“Technicality?” You corrected, trying to see if you got the right word.

“Yes! Santa brought presents so we can open them now. That’s the rule.” She was pouting.

You couldn’t say no to that face. You swung her in your arms, picking her up and getting out of bed. V stretched, then climbed out to join you. “One present Lucy,” he warned.

You had them all opened in ten minutes.

[hearts-hunger]

Absolutely Divine || Lucy Boynton x Reader

Read on AO3 here ♡

Summary: Unbeknownst to either of you, you and Lucy have both been thinking of each other long before this party you find yourselves stuck at. Finding a good place to hide away proves helpful in getting both of you to admit your feelings, as well as letting you act on them for the first time.

Pairings: Lucy Boynton x Reader

Genre: Smut! Porn without plot! Lots of wlw tenderness!!!!

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: f/f smut, oral, fingering (18+ only please!) also, no beta, we die like men

A/N: I haven’t written anything in literally months but uh Miss Lucy Boynton owns my ass and thinking about her got me so hot and bothered I wrote a whole fic about it. Her power.......... anyways, enjoy! It’s kind of sweet and tender as well as being 90% sex, so I hope it’s a good read :) Shoutout also to Brent Faiyaz, whose music makes a great smut-writing soundtrack.

“Well, this party is an absolute bore.”

You made room on the loveseat as Lucy sat down next to you, the blush-colored tulle of her dress flouncing out in front of her. She took a sip from her glass of champagne, leaving a kiss mark on the rim that held your attention for longer than it should have.

“Nobody catch your eye?” you asked, studying her profile in the dim golden light. You’d found a cosy study in the house the huge, glamorous party was hosted in, and the full decanters of whiskey and the fire in the grate made it the perfect spot to hide out for the night.

She laughed. “No, not quite. Rami and the boys are all drunk and dancing, you know, tearing up the dance floor, and I would have joined them for a little bit of entertainment if these shoes weren’t so damn painful.”

She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal her sparkly high-heels. “And then I couldn’t find you anywhere, darling,” she said, moving her hand to clasp yours. She gave you a sweet smile. “I missed you. So I thought I’d try and find you and see what you were up to.”

You smiled back. “Just taking a breather,” you said. “My shoes are killing me too.”

“God, but they’re adorable,” she said, glancing down at your stilettos with ribbon crossing around your ankles. They suited your dress, a strapless red number, but they were a nightmare to wear for very long.

“They must be awful to wear, though,” she said. She tilted her head back to get the dregs of the drink, her gorgeous neck just begging to be kissed; you blushed and shook your head to clear it. She set the glass down on the floor and got off the couch; you felt a fleeting sense of disappointment until you realized she was getting to her knees in front of you instead of leaving, like you’d thought.

You bit your lip; just the sight of her in front of you, being able to move so easily between your legs, made you bite back a moan.

“Come on, then,” she said. “Let me take them off for you.”

You hesitated, a dreadful part of you wishing she meant something other than your shoes. When she gave you a stern look that quickly changed into a smile, you blushed and did as she said.

“There’s nobody to catch my eye anyway,” she said, continuing the conversation you’d left off earlier as she reached under the hem of your dress and started to untie the ribbon. Her fingers glanced over your skin and you had the foolish thought that maybe this is what Victorian maidens felt like, scandalously showing their ankles. “My attention is fully accounted for, thank you very much.”

You felt a spark of jealousy and instantly chided yourself. “Oh yeah?” you ventured. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

She met your eyes and gave you a mischievous grin. “Who said it was a guy?”

Oh. Well, you’d always wondered; you tried to tamp down the flutter of excitement in your chest.

She finished with the first shoe, gently slipping it off and setting it aside. She started on the second one and had to bend closer to see the knot in the bow, giving you a lovely view of her decolletage; you blushed furiously and tried to look anywhere else.

“There we go,” she said, straightening as she finished untying the ribbon and took your other shoe off to join the other one on the floor. You chanced looking back at her, having been studying the ceiling and trying not to think of how much you’d like to take her dress off of her, and found her giving you a cheeky smile.

“You’re a little flushed, lovely,” she said. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “Um, it’s - I’m just a little warm.”

To your surprise she started to trail her fingers further up under the hem of your dress, slowly, giving you time to move away. You couldn’t do anything but draw in a strained breath, feeling her touch like fire against your skin.

“You certainly are,” she said smoothly, her nails scratching lightly at your inner thigh. “Any particular reason?”

You genuinely couldn’t think of anything to say; you felt like your brain was short-circuiting as her touch sent sparks of pleasure through you.

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” she said easily, still tracing her fingers up and down your legs. “You’re the girl who’s got my attention.”

You felt heat rush everywhere at that, reddening your face and making you squeeze your legs together a little before you remembered her hands were between them. Fuck.

“And I’d like to show you just what I’ve been thinking about you, if you like,” she said smoothly. She looked up at you from beneath her long lashes, giving you a teasing smile. “What do you think?”

You nodded, unsure if this was real or just a very, very nice dream.

She gave a soft laugh. “Need to hear it, lovey.”

You drew in a sharp breath. “Yes,” you said eagerly. “God, if you want to, yeah. Of course.”

“Good girl,” she praised, her voice sweet and genuine but laced with something deeper, more possessive. “What do you want, lovely? You want me to make you all hot and bothered as quick as I can, before somebody comes in and finds us?” 

She eased your dress up, pressing kisses to your thighs, leaving marks of her plum-colored lipstick on your skin. 

“You worried someone will see?” she purred. “Or maybe you’d like it if I took it slow, and someone walked in just in time to see you cum?”

“Oh, god,” you breathed, both the thought of someone being witness to Lucy fucking you and the feel of her pulling your panties off enough to make your head spin. She gave a soft laugh and tossed the little bit of black fabric by your stilettos.

“I haven’t even done anything yet, sweetheart,” she said. “Does that mean you want it quick?”

“Um, I…” 

You honestly couldn’t decide. She was right; she hadn’t even really touched you, and you felt arousal pool between your legs at the thought of her doing anything more. Whether she took it fast or slow, you were sure you wouldn’t last very long.

She nipped at your inner thigh. “That’s ok, lovey,” she said. “We’ll just see how it goes, how about that?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

She smiled. “Good girl,” she praised in a soft voice. “You’re being so patient with me, sweetheart. Such a good girl. You want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” you managed. “Please.”

She eased you closer to the edge of the loveseat, settling herself between your legs with a satisfied smirk.

“You can pull my hair a bit, if you like,” she said. “Up to you.”

That was all the warning she gave before pressed her mouth between your legs, spreading you, her tongue slowly tasting every inch of you. You threw back your head against the back of the couch as an almost overwhelming pleasure washed over you.

“Fuck,” you managed, twisting the fabric of your dress as you searched for something to ground you. You could have sworn you felt her smile as she finally turned her attention to your clit, her tongue circling slowly, torturously. You whined and carded your fingers through her hair with shaking hands, wanted her closer, deeper, fuck - 

“God, you taste so good,” she said, the slightest edge of desperation to her voice. Your hips jerked as she started to suck on your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you, and she put a hand on your thigh to steady you.

“Lucy,” you whined.

She pulled back just enough to look up at you from under her lashes, licking her lips with a pleased smile. You couldn’t focus, really, head still swimming as she rubbed slow circles against your clit, not enough to get you off but just enough to tease. 

“Love to hear you beg, sweetheart,” she said. “Beg for me, baby.”

You gasped as she pressed deeper. “Please, Lucy,” you said, your voice high and needy.

“Please what?”

“God - make me cum, please.”

You were surprised to see how that affected her, a breathy moan escaping her as she bit her lip. “Well, now. How can I say no when you ask so nicely?”

She replaced her fingers with her tongue, wasting no time in bringing you to the edge. You tugged on her hair, making her moan against you, feeling your orgasm build like a cresting wave.

“Yes, yes, oh, fuck, Lucy,” you babbled. “Gonna cum, please, oh god - ”

You came with a keening groan, legs shaking as she continued to eat you out until you were completely spent. She gave your thigh one last kiss before she pushed herself off her heels and kissed you deeply, hands on either side of you, her mouth tasting sweet and salty, like champagne and your own taste.

“Thank you,” you said between kisses, breath catching in your chest as she sucked love marks under your jaw. Your hands went to her sides, drawing her closer, skating over the soft fabric until you reached her breasts. The tulle of your dresses rustled together as she dipped her head to kiss your chest, her tongue ghosting between the deep v of your neckline.

“I’m not finished with you yet, lover,” she said gently, though the glint in her eyes was unmistakable. She put her mouth to yours again, kissing you slowly, as her hand snaked up under your skirt between you.

“But, Lucy, you - ” you started to protest.

“Hush, darling,” she said, nipping at your bottom lip. “Let me make you cum again, please.”

You sucked in a breath as she slowly eased two fingers into you, taking her time. Your hips rocked closer to her as she started a steady rhythm, her thumb circling your sensitive clit.

“Is this ok?” she asked. “Not too much?”

“No,” you breathed, running your hands over her, tangling your fingers in her hair. “It might - fuck - might take a second for me to - ”

“Don’t worry,” she said, easing your slight embarrassment. A second orgasm right after your first always took you longer as the oversensitivity wore off, but the feel of her fingers in you was agonizingly wonderful. 

“Take your time,” she said. “I’ll go easy.”

True to her word, she worked you slowly as your body warmed to your arousal again, and sooner than you would have been able to manage on your own, you were rocking against her hand as she pushed into you and deepened her touch.

“That’s it,” she said, feeling you respond to her touch. “Good girl.”

You gave a breathy moan as you lifted your hips to take her fingers deeper. “‘M close,” you whined. “Lucy, gonna cum, gonna - oh, Christ - ”

She kissed you as you came and you moaned against her mouth, riding her fingers through your orgasm. She pulled her hand from between your legs when you were spent and popped them in her mouth.

“Absolutely divine,” she said with a sigh. “God, you’re so good. You’re perfect. Can’t believe I’ve made it this long without getting to taste you.”

You felt yourself blush with more than warmth and arousal. “Lucy,” you said bashfully.

She gave you a sweet smile and kissed you gently, differently than before. “Oh, you’re so beautiful,” she cooed. She kissed all over your face, making you giggle. “Such a darling little thing, aren’t you?”

You put your hand to her face and drew her to kiss your mouth again, carding your other hand through her hair. “Can I do you, now?”

She laughed. “If you want, lovely.” She guided your hand from her face down to her waist, gathering up her dress and letting you slip your hand under.

You raised a brow, hesitating before touching her like you so desperately wanted to. “Are you sure? You don’t want to switch places?”

She grinned. “I like it standing up very much, but I’m afraid I don’t quite trust my legs. If that’s alright with you.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” you said, giving her a deep, long kiss before putting your hand between her legs.

You swore breathlessly at the same time she bit her lip and moaned; you traced your fingers over her panties and felt how wet she was through the fabric. She started to rock against your fingers almost involuntarily, seeking friction; you gave her what she wanted rubbed her clit through her panties.

“Shit, Jesus, fuck,” she bit out, both of her hands on your shoulders to steady herself, her fingers gripping tight enough to leave bruises.

You couldn’t help a soft laugh. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“No,” she gasped, “but I’ll kiss you with it if you keep that up, please.”

You obliged her and pushed her panties aside, rubbing deep circles over her clit, kissing her shoulder as she whined with your every movement.

“You sound so pretty,” you said, kissing her neck. “Gorgeous thing.”

She muffled her moan against you. “Want your fingers,” she said, panting. “Please, baby, need them in me.”

You could tell she didn’t want to be teased, and you pushed two fingers into her and set to a quick pace. She whined as she threw her head back, practically bouncing on your fingers, chasing her high. 

“Jesus,” you breathed, feeling yourself get wet again just looking at her. Her expression was beautifully desperate, moans tumbling from between her kiss-swollen lips. 

“Gonna come, baby,” she gasped. “Oh, please, yes, yes - oh, fuck.”

You saw her expression change to complete blissed-out pleasure the same time you felt her tighten around your fingers, and you couldn’t help a moan of your own as she rode out her orgasm.

“God damn,” she breathed when she was spent, releasing her punishing grip on your shoulders. Like she had before, you put your fingers in your mouth and tasted her. She thanked you with deep, feverish kisses, both of you steadying your breathing and leaning on each other.

“Thank you,” she said. “You were perfect.”

“Couldn’t have been better than you were,” you said. You helped her up to sit next to you on the couch, and she moved until she was practically on your lap, wanting to be close to you as you kept kissing her.

“Maybe we should make this a more regular thing,” she said with a soft laugh.

You brushed her hair back from her face, gazing up at her blissed-out expression, drinking in how beautiful she was in the firelight.

“I’d love that,” you said gently.

She smiled. “I’d love that too,” she said. She twined her fingers with yours and kissed you in a way that told you she was happy to sit here all night and keep kissing you, and you couldn’t think of anything else you’d rather do more.

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[palettepainter]

Do any of your hazbin NG's have pets? I know Velvet has a guard dog thingy forgot the name sorry but do any others have pets?

It's been a hot minute since I've done something for Hazbin, so lets go! Will also include Helluva NG's

Brinda (CharlieHusk)-

-So I didn't want to give Brinda a pair of goats like Charlie, I didn't really have the motivation to design two identical goat guards and I didn't wanna rip off the designs in Hazbin. So I debated the idea for a while on if she has a pet and the answer is: Yes and No

-Sorta like in the Owl House Brinda has a Talisman, it was crafted from the bark of a poison fruit hell tree (there are trees and other plants in hell which are non poisonous or non lethal to demons, but more or less the majority I imagine are poisonous) and was crafted into the shape of Hell Bat.

-Hell Bat's are big, mean fighting machines. Will eat anything and attack anything, a ferocious species that has been none to even eat other demons species. Despite this they are still social creatures and often roost together. Brinda is the only one seemingly able to control her giant hell bat - it can grow larger in size and is extremely agile. It "lives" on Brinda's coat rack, but in an attempt to make it more domesticated and less of a ferocious beast with an insensible appetite for blood Brinda has brought it it's own bed and given it it's own name

-Her bat is called Trixy. Trixy is a moody, prone to hissing, biting and chasing other demons. The only one she is remotely docile around is Brinda. Brinda is not above being growled or hissed at, but perhaps Trixie enjoys a little snuggle under Brinda's chin, her fur is especially soft for cuddling

Junior (CharlieHusk)-

-Like his sister Junior also has a bat talisman. His is much smaller then his sisters to accommodate the fact Junior himself is very small and can't really handle taking care of a bigger bat, but like Brinda's his can get bigger if it needs to.

-Junior's bat lives too on his coat rack and Junior himself isn't very affectionate with it...jk he loves it. When he's out he tries to present himself as uncaring to his bat body guard, but behind closed doors he's very fascinated by him.

-Junior likes to train his bat and so his bat does know some simple verbal commands such as: maul, attack, fetch, kill - all the innocent things a young prince would need to teach it's loyal pet

-Junior has named his bat Bugsy

Tristan (VaggieNG)-

-Tristan does not have a pet, but he enjoys studying insects and reptiles

-For some unknown reason Tristan seems to be a magnet for bugs, especially butterflies which are for some reason very fond of him. Tristan is not sure why these tiny creatures take such an interest in him, but he doesn't really care, he likes butterflies a lot

Iridescence (VaggieNG)-

-Like dear old papa before her she has a pet pig...only it's a hog, a hell hog, a big massive hairy hell hog

-Iridescence was given him as a "gift" from dear old Uncle Arackniss. Arackniss got double crossed in a bet and instead of walking out with a big ham joint he got the runt of litter. He assured his Angel who was teasing him for going soft that the wretched thing wouldn't grow any bigger then a handbag dog...oh he was so very wrong. Iridescence's hell bore is fucking HUGE. She's a big, slobbery, hairy, squealing beast to which Iridescence fondly dubbed Daphne

-Iridescence when she's not causing chaos spends her time riding around her hell hog like it's a horse around the hotel, making her hell bore pretty flower crowns or plots her next pranking scheme while Daphne eats her bed blankets. Vaggie and Angel have..thought about getting rid of the thing, they're pretty sure it has rabies at this point, but alas Iridescence is glued to it sooo Daphne stays

Velvet (AlastorMimzy)-

-I've actually already drawn Velvet's pet here! https://www.deviantart.com/palettepainter/art/Velvet-s-guard-dog-844244280

-Abaddon was given to her by her parents when she was very very little, though beast like and more animal demonic species are rare within hell's nine circles it is not uncommon for them to captured from the wastelands and sold on the black market. Abaddons, though not pack creatures, and very protective of their cubs, and so Abaddon grew up viewing as itty bitty Velvet as a "cub".

-Abaddon is still very much a lethal animal when she's not receiving pets and hunting crows in the back garden of the hotel. Her interets are stalking the halls without making a sound, perching on top of shelve and furniture, hunting crows and rats, chasing after little dots of light bouncing of reflective surfaces and sleeping in typical cat fashion

Francis (AlastorMimzy)-

-To Alastor's absoloute dismay he has fondly adopted one of Mimzy's shadow wolf puppies

-Mitzy currently owns 11 shadow wolves, one of which was especially smaller then it's brothers and sisters - a runt, like Francis. Francis, being the only teen in the hotel feels a little left out, so took the tiny puppy instantly under his wing the moment he saw it. The puppy is still a baby and so isn't much of a wolf, the only danger he possesses is the danger to your beloved slippers, which he will happily chew and teeth on.

-Still has itty bitty baby puppy teeth so chews a LOT, especially on deer old Alastor. Alastor...puts up with it for his wife's sake, knowing how much his wife loves her wolves..doesn't help that the puppies blasted parents, the female and male alpha, will be death staring Alastor down from the other side of the room while Francis and their pup play

-Francis has named his dog Pongo after the odd dark patches of fur he has on his back legs

Aldo (NiftyBaxter)-

-Has a pet priranha named Da Vinci whom he loves. Aldo is a big fan of marine life, one might call him a marine biologist. Unlike his father who is deathly scared of water Aldo can't seem to learn enough about it. He has many books on sea life in his room, a part of him dreams maybe he'll be able to see marine life on the surface. The only thing in hell is...sharks, which Aldo is terrified off

-Aldo was given Da Vinci by his teacer, Mister Aquarius, the project was for the students to disect the fish, but Princess Charlie thought that was "cruel", so instead Aquarius had to change it around. The task was for students to gain an understanding of responsibility, as expected most students didn't do the assignment, lost their fish or killed their fish, Aldo was the only one to pass. He has kept his lil piranha ever since, who is not so little anymore

Nidra (SirPentiousNG)-

-Nidra doesn't have pets, but she does enjoy the company of zombies

-Nidra's number one assistant in the study of the dark arts is none other then Hornet: her very first successful experiment in bringing back the deceased. Hornet is a harmless little rabbit, he just wants to chew on his toys, nom on a carrot and get some fond chin scratches from his mistress. Hornet is the one of the few people Nidra will actually talk to - she insists in the beginning she will never talk to her assistant as though it can understand her, but she does, and finds herself doing it a lot

-Her second pet is Tempest, a sassy cat that just started showing up one day and never left. Nidra more or less lives at the hotel, Sir Pentious is constantly on the move in his air ship and Nidra is not fond of travelling. Tempest lived in the alleys near the hotel, feeding on the mice and rats that infested the building. One day Hornet catches her wondering the halls and eagerly offers her his chew toy wanting to play. Tempest is of course not interested, but Hornet is presistant and in the end instead of Hornet searching for Tempest, Tempest would meow until she found Hornet

Thomas (TomVilla)-

-No pets

Riley (CherriSirPentious)-

-A chicken, given to her by dear old bar friend Husk Riley named her Henrietta and loves her dearly. Being part snake Riley likes birds that dart and can be chased, and Henrietta is also especially good to snuggle, but fat feathery lovable bird

-Riley comes and goes from the hotel, Cherri and her do have their own place, but Riley is a bit of wanderer and so tends to hop about from place to place, but she's never gone long. Henrietta more or less stays with her sister Nidra. Nirda was at first bothered to take care of her sisters stupid poultry, but Hornet seems to like her so she can't be that bad

Kiki (KatieVox)-

-IDK what inthe world these things are called but she has one of these weird creature thingies (skip to 15.38 and look to the right where Millie is ) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpnwRg268FQ

-His name is Sprinkles, she fondly gives him glittery little bow ties to wear, takes selfies of him and carries him around in her little back pack. Matthew is endlessly discussed by the thing, but Kiki just can't seem to see the truth, to her Sprinkles is a precious little angel

Nero (ValVox)-

-Has no pets cuz Val doesn't allow them in the house (lowkey thinks Iridescence's hell hog is pretty cool though)

Mathew (HelsaNG)-

-Has two snooty up tight hoity toity ferrets named Snip and Snap

Mako (CryminiHusk)-

-Also has no pets, but Coal gave him a houseplant to practise with

Crash and Dash (MillieTravis)-

-Also no pets

Lucy (MooxieMillie)-

-Also no pets

[mistymazzello]

Cruel Summer | part v

summary-they used to be best friends, but now that y/n has a boyfriend (that everyone hates), joe and y/n can’t seem to come to terms with their feelings, but it’s no secret to anyone how they truly feel

warnings- smut (this is 18+ only and by clicking read more, you’re confirming you are 18 or older😳), underage drinking, unprotected sex, fist fighting, angst

a/n- just a reminder, everyone one in this story is 18

word count-4.2k

One of the best parts of this time of year was the partes that Daniel Lancaster would throw. He’d thrown one at the end of each year starting freshman year, each one more out of hand than the last, so you really didn’t know what to expect this year, especially since it’d be the last one, and pretty much the last high school party of your life.

That’s why you and Ben stood at the bottom of the staircase in Gwilym’s house, practically begging him to come. 

“I already said I wasn’t going!” He yelled from his room.

“We know! We just wanted to stop by and make sure!” You shouted back.

“Come on, Gwil, it’s the last high school party of your life!” Ben pleaded.

“No, because I know you’ll both just get drunk and I’ll have to take care of you!”

“Ben already said he’d be the designated driver!” You reasoned.

Ben laughed and draped an arm over your shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s me making up for 4 years of making you guys take care of me when I get black out drunk!” Ben laughed.

“No.” He shouted simply.

You began stomping up the steps so Gwilym would hear you, Ben following close on your tail. You stopped in his doorway and watched him sit at his desk on his laptop, then you sighed dramatically. He didn’t flinch.

You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Pleeeease Gwil. I don’t wanna go if my best friend isn’t going.”

“Hey, I thought I was your best friend.” Ben joked.

“I can have two best friends. And I want both of them to come with me tonight so I don’t get bored.” You wrapped your arms so tight around him that you were practically strangling him.

He sighed, then shut his laptop. “Fine.”

“Yes!” You and Ben cheered.

“But I’m not the designated driver, and I’m not responsible for either of you.”

“Yes sir.” You teased.

He changed his shirt as you and Ben sat on his bed waiting for him. Soon enough, you were on your way to Daniel’s house, the windows down as you were screaming the lyrics to an old Taylor Swift song.

You felt care free, and you were trying your best to forget about Joe, and you thought you were doing a pretty good job.

And then you walked in and saw Joe, and that carefree feeling quickly left your body. He was pouring shots for Lucy, a smile on his face. Your heart fluttered at the sight.

You immediately walked over and grabbed one of the shots from Lucy, wasting no time to down it and wince. She screamed as you did so, seemingly already drunk and very excited to see you.

“Hey Y/N!” Joe shouted, even though he was only two feet from you.

“Hi, Joe, you don’t need to shout.” 

Lucy handed you another shot and you downed it quickly, trying to get rid of the knees-weak feeling that Joe was giving you.

But it seemed that the more alcohol you drank, the worse that feeling got. Joe was in a slap-happy mood, and it made you smile every time you looked at him. It had been a while since you had seen him this happy.

You found Gwil at some point that night, and he was absolutely plastered. But then again, you felt that you might be too. He began dancing, inviting you to join in. You danced around and you saw Ben talking to a girl from across the room. You danced over to him and he smiled, quickly cutting off the conversation to grab your hands as you almost fell into him.

“Look at you!” He laughed.

“Come dance.” You smiled.

“See, here’s the difference, Y/N/N, you’re drunk and I’m not.”

“So? Come on.” You said breathlessly.

He let you lead him out into the room, leaving the girl he was talking to behind. You found Gwil again and the three of you began singing along to the song playing (Gwil didn’t know the words). It was more laughing than singing, and you were happy that Ben was able to have fun. You felt someone come up behind you and wrap their arms around your stomach. 

You turned around and looked up and saw Joe. You smiled and tried to contain the way you felt at the feeling of him setting his chin on your forehead. You felt more confused than anything, but you figured the alcohol was just making him touchy.

“Gwil! You came!” Joe yelled over the music.

“Y/N and Ben convinced me!” He shouted, not stopping his dancing while he talked.

Ben looked at Joe then nodded and gave you a small smile. He leaned over to say “Have fun.” in your ear, then began walking away.

“Wait,” You frowned, grabbing his arm “we’re dancing.”

“I know. Come and get me whenever you guys are ready to go, okay?”

You nodded, then turned back around to Joe, who had since let go of your waist, and began to dance around again.

You eventually went upstairs to find a bathroom, stumbling around the hallways. You opened the door to the bathroom and saw Lucy sitting on the bathroom counter, Rami standing in front of her as they made out.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry!” You said, slapping your hand over your eyes.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” Lucy said, hopping off the counter.

“Why don’t you lock the fucking door?” You laughed.

“I- I don’t know.” Rami said, his face growing more red by the second.

“You guys are so lucky that it was me who walked in.” You stated. “Well, don’t stop on my account.” You grabbed the door handle and shut the door.

You went back downstairs, half forgetting why you ever went upstairs in the first place. You found Gwil again and sat down next to him on the couch. “Where’s Joe?” You asked.

He gestured over to Joe, who was standing by the counter, pouring himself another drink.

“Go.” Gwil said.

“What?”

“Go talk to him about whatever the fuck is going on.” He said.

“What do you mean ‘what’s going on’?” 

“Well I know there’s something. Everyone does. I just don’t know what. So you should probably go and work that out.”

You nodded. If you were sober, you probably would have dwelled on the fact that Gwilym said he could tell something was going on and so could everyone else, but you didn’t really care right now. You stood up and walked over to Joe, your nerves non-existent due to the amount of vodka in your system.

“Joe, I need to ask you something.” You said.

He turned to you and opened his mouth, but he was interrupted. 

“Joe?” Vera said, standing on the other side of him.

You both turned to her and she looked anxious.

“So do you not like me anymore?” She blurted out.

Joe took a deep breath, looking at Vera, then at you, the back at her. “No.” You winced at the look on her face after he said that.

She nodded. “Why… Why’d you do that to me?”

“I don’t know, I’m sorry Vera. You’re a great person. I just, I don’t know” he stuttered. “I think we wanted different things.”

It was painfully awkward at this point. “Vera, do you want something to drink?” you asked, the attention switching from her to you.

“Oh, um…”

“Here.” You said, handing her the bottle you hadn’t opened yet.

“Thanks.” She sighed. She looked up at Joe and then looked at you. “I hope you two are happy together.” She said, then walked away.

You and Joe were both speechless, sharing a confused glance as she walked off.

Joe cleared his throat. “So, uhm, what’d you need to ask me?”

Again, you were cut off by someone wrapping their arms around your waist. It wasn’t comforting like the way Joe had done it, and you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

“Carter, get off of me.” You said, grabbing his hands and pushing them off of you.

“Can you please just come upstairs with me? I wanna talk to you.” He slurred.

“No.” You said.

He grabbed your wrists. “Please, baby.”

You pulled your hands away and he tried to grab them again.

He stepped closer and set his hands on your shoulders. “Come on, babe, let’s just go upstairs.”

You squirmed away from him and Joe stepped in front of you and pulled you behind him. “She said no, dude, fuck off. She broke up with you.”

“Joe I can handle this myself.” You said.

“Yeah, Joe. She’s got it.” Carter smirked.

“I know she can deal with it herself. I just don’t want her to have to deal with you.” Joe practically spat at Carter.

“You don’t know shit.” Carter laughed.

“Carter, leave.” You said.

“You know what? You’re a fucking slut. No wonder Joe’s defending you. You probably let all of the guys that you’re friends with pass you around. None of them would be your friends otherwise. ‘Cause you’re a bitch.”

Joe laughed at Carter and you felt tears start to sting your eyes. “You’re so pathetic, Carter. Are you really that hurt that she broke up with you? Maybe if you weren’t such a piece of shit we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Carter sarcastically laughed, then immediately swung at Joe, hitting him in the mouth, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Carter what the fuck is wrong with you?” You yelled, completely breaking as tears began to stream down your face. 

Joe stood up straight again and wasted no time punching Carter in the face, hitting him so hard he fell to the ground. From that point on, you couldn’t really tell what happened. It was a mess of Joe on top of Carter, you screaming and crying as someone (you think it might’ve been Vera) held you back, and multiple people trying to pull Joe away from him.

Ben came in quickly and grabbed Joe, practically prying him away from Carter. Ben pushed Joe away from Carter, causing him to stumble into you. You grabbed onto him and turned him around to face you, he had a bloody nose and that was it.

You then looked at Carter, who was still on the floor. His mouth was bloody and so was the rest of his face. 

Everything was still a blur as Ben handed Joe the keys to his car. “Go out to the car. I’m gonna go find everyone and we’re gonna leave.”

Joe grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the comotion and out of the house. Once you were outside into the slightly chilled air, you shook your arm away from his hand. 

“Why the fuck did you do that!” You yelled, still walking out to Ben’s car. 

“He hit me first!” He defended, wiping his nose, just now realizing that it was bleeding.

It was silent for a minute as you suddenly felt uncomfortably sober, but you knew you weren’t. You climbed into Ben’s car and continued crying as you leaned your head on the window. Joe got in on the other side and looked across at you. 

“Why’re you crying?” He asked softly, breaking the silence.

“Because. That was scary and I don’t like that it’s my fault that you’re hurt.” You sniffed, still looking out the window. 

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. It’s my fault and it’s Carters fault. That’s it.” He said. You were silent.

“Come here.” He said. You looked over at him, and he had his arms open, inviting you into him.

“What?”

“Come here.” He said.

You didn’t know if it was a good idea, but at this point you didn’t care. The boy you loved was inviting you to let him comfort you, and you didn’t want to say no to that. You scooted over to him and relaxed into his embrace. He wrapped his arms tightly and protectively around your shoulders as you rested your head on his chest.

“You don’t have to cry.” He said, stroking your hair slowly as he looked down at you.

“I know. I think I’m just really drunk.” You laughed, causing him to laugh too.

You sat in silence for a few minutes as he stroked your hair.

Eventually, Ben, Gwilym, Rami and Lucy came out to the car that was parked along the street. Joe, didn't lessen his grip on you as they all piled into the car. Ben turned around to check on you and saw Joe holding you. He didn’t say a word about it, no one did. 

“Joe are you okay?” Lucy asked.

“Yeah. Sorry for ruining the party.” He said.

“You didn’t ruin it, it’s already like 3 in the morning. We were about to leave anyway.” Ben said as he started the car.

He nodded and set his cheek on top of your head. The car ride home was filled with soft music coming from the radio and some conversation between Ben and Gwil up front.

“I’m glad I came. I mean I’m gonna fucking hate myself tomorrow, but right now I’m glad.” He said.

“I told you.” You said against Joe’s chest. 

“Yeah, you’re welcome, idiot.” Ben said. You laughed at Ben’s comment causing Joe to smile at the feeling of it against his chest.

One by one, Ben dropped everyone off until it was just you and Joe left. He pulled into Joe’s driveway and Joe reluctantly let go of you.

“Do you wanna come inside for a little bit? You’re a little shaken up.” He said.

“I can make sure she gets home alright, Joe.” Ben spoke up.

“I can walk home. I’m fine.” You said to Ben.

Ben frowned but nodded and unlocked the door. You and Joe both climbed out and you turned back around and stuck your head inside the car.

“Goodbye, Ben. Thank you for driving.”

He gave you a soft smile. “The least I could do. Bye Y/N/N.”

You shut the door and followed Joe inside, stumbling as you walked through the door. The lights in Joe’s house we’re all off as you tried your best to stay silent as you went up to his room. You sat on his bed as he closed his door behind him.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He said, walking up to you. You looked up at him and he put his hand on the side of your face. It was silent for a little while as his thumb stroked your cheek. “I love you, Y/N. I always have. I’ve been too scared to tell you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you continued to look up at him. “You don’t mean that, Joe.”

“Yes I do.” He said.

“You’re drunk.”

“And? I’m drunk and I’m tired and I love you.”

You shook your head and looked down. He moved his hand away from you and walked across the room. You continued to look down until you felt something hit you in the chest. You picked it up and saw that it was one of Joe’s t-shirts and a pair of his shorts. You looked up at him, confused.

“What? You don’t want to sleep in jeans, do you?” He said.

“I’m sleeping here?” You asked, running your hands over the fabric of the shirt.

“Well, yeah. If you want to. Unless you want to walk home.” He said. You smiled a bit to yourself and looked back down at the shirt.

“You can change in here. I’m gonna go change in the bathroom.” He said, opening the door and walking out.

Without a second thought, you lifted your shirt over your head and took off your bra. You slid his shirt onto you and sighed at the feeling of the soft fabric and the way it smelled exactly like Joe. You put the shorts on and laid back onto the bed, pulling the covers and the sheets over you. You almost fell asleep before Joe even got back into the room, but he started talking when he walked back in and it woke you up. He slid under the covers with you and switched off the lamp next to his bed. 

He settled into the bed and you closed your eyes, hoping to be able to fall asleep.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

“For what?” 

“For fighting with Carter and for scaring you and for not telling you how I feel.” He said.

You were silent for a moment. “It’s okay.”

He reached out and grabbed onto your hand and closed his eyes. “Goodnight.” He said.

“Goodnight, Joey.” You said, using the nickname that you hadn’t used for him in months.

It was dark, so you couldn’t see him, but he was smiling.

The next morning you and Joe both woke up to his phone ringing. He immediately shut it off and flopped back into his pillow. You rubbed your eyes, and winced, the alcohol taking its toll on your body. 

Joe sat up on his elbow and looked at you. “Guess what?” he asked, his voice a bit gravely.

You took your hands away from your eyes and looked back at him. “What?”

“I’m sober and I still love you.” He stated.

You smiled slightly at him. He wasted no time and leaned down, kissing you.

It was blissful, the morning sun peaking through his window as he kissed you, his hand moving to rest on the side of your neck. The kiss was rushed, like you had been waiting for it for years, and in a sense, you had. You put one of your hands on his shoulder, lightly pulling him so he was on top of you. He held himself up by putting a hand on each side of your head and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you.” He said against your lips, making your heart swell.

“I love you.” You reiterated quickly, making him smile against your lips, then pull away.

“I can’t tell you how good it makes me feel to hear you say that.” He said.

You smiled and pulled him back into you, kissing him roughly. He moved from your lips to your neck quickly, still at a rushed pace. He sucked on your neck, making you groan and arch your back into him. You could feel his boner on your leg, and you could practically feel yourself dripping.

He licked over the mark he had made on your collarbone then moved his hand to cup one of your boobs. “Joe, please.” You said.

“Do you want this?” He said, trailing his hand from your chest to the brim of your shorts.

You nodded.

“Let me hear you say it.”

“Yes, Joe, god, please yes.” You said.

He ripped your shorts along with your underwear down your legs. You still had your thighs clenched together and he used his hand to move them apart. He didn’t want to tease you at all since he had been dreaming about this moment for a while now, but he wanted to feel what he did to you with his fingers.

He swirled his finger around your pussy and you practically cried. His other hand immediately moved to cover your mouth. “If we’re gonna do this, you have to be quiet, got it?”

You nodded and he took his hand away and returned his focus to your pussy. He slid one finger in and you slammed your head into your pillow. If that’s what one finger did to you, you were scared to find out what anything more would do.

He pumped his finger and watched you intently. “Is this okay?” he asked.

You nodded.

“You want more?” He asked, his finger not stopping.

“Yeah.” You pleaded.

“Yeah? ‘S that what you want?”

He took his finger away and you whined. He moved to take his boxers off and hovered over you for a moment. 

“You okay, Y/N?” He asked with sincerity.

“Yeah.” You said.

“Good.” he said, then leaned down to kiss you softly.

He moved back and lifted your hips up slightly to line himself up. He slid his tip across your entrance and you bucked your hips.

“I’m getting to it.” He laughed.

He sat up on his knees, lifting your hips up along with him. He thrust his hips forward slowly, watching your face as he bottomed out. You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth at the feeling. He began thrusting into you at a slow pace, letting out a low groan when you swirled your hips around.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He said.

You arched your back and turned your face into the pillow underneath your head.

He picked up his pace and readjusted his grip on your hips, lifting your waist up higher and gripping your thighs harder.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Joe.” You said softly. He let go of your hips and set them back on the bed and moved on top of you.

He kissed you softly and you tried your hardest not to moan. He put one of his hands on his headboard and grabbed your hand with the other, intertwining your fingers slowly.

When he dipped his head down to kiss your neck, your orgasm hit you out of nowhere and you gripped onto his bicep as you came on his dick.

The feeling of you clenching on him made him want to cry out as he picked his pace up. 

“W-Where do you want me to come?” He stuttered. 

“I don’t care.” You groaned.

He pulled out of you and jerked himself off until he came onto your stomach, his head rolling back as he did so. 

Both of your chests heaved as he leaned back over you to kiss you.

He rolled off of the bed and pulled back on his boxers. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nodded and he walked out. You looked down at his come on your stomach and it almost made you laugh. You couldn’t believe that you had just slept with your best friend, and you were happy about it. You sat still until he came back, a towel in his hand. He wiped off your stomach lightly and then kissed it.

He crumbled up the towel and threw it into a laundry basket by his door. You opened your arms and he climbed into the bed and laid on top of you. 

“If someone would’ve told me like, a month ago that this would happen I wouldn’t believe them. You laughed and he continued talking, basically just babbling on about random things like he usually did. 

Suddenly, his door knob jiggled, causing both of you to jump. 

“Joe, I made breakfast!” His mom called from the other side of the door.

You covered your mouth and looked at him with wide eyes. You both quickly got dressed and he told you that he would distract his family and you could slip out the front door.

With a small kiss and a goodbye, he went down stairs. You heard him start talking and you tiptoed down the hallway and turned to go down the stairs.

Walking up the stairs was his older sister who jumped when she saw you. She covered her mouth and laughed and you did the same. 

“Oh my god, hi.” She whispered. You gave a small wave and she continued laughing as you walked down the steps.

“I fucking thought I heard a girls voice this morning!” she whispered.

You quietly opened the front door and stepped outside, closing it behind you.

You walked down the sidewalk to your house, embarrassed that his sister had seen you. You knew she wouldn’t tell his parents or anything, it was just embarrassing that she caught you like that.

As you approached your house, you noticed that Ben’s car was in your driveway. Confused, you walked into your house and saw Ben and your mom sitting at your kitchen table. They were drinking coffee and he smiled as you walked in.

“Hi, Y/N, I was just telling your mom how you slept at Lucy’s house last night.” He widened his eyes at you.

“Oh, yeah. I slept over there.” You said nonchalantly. “Ben, what’re you here for?”

“I just wanted to stop by and bring you coffee.” He said “But I should’ve realized you wouldn’t have gotten back from Lucy’s yet.”

You nodded.

“I should get going, though. I just wanted to stop by.” he stood up and handed your coffee to you.

He seemed flustered and you furrowed your eyebrows as he walked past you.

“Okay, I’ll walk you out.” You said.

You walked outside your house with him. “So you slept at Joe’s last night?” He asked as you closed the front door.

“Yeah. Thanks for covering for me.” You smiled. He looked at you and sighed and opened his car door.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked.

“Nothing. It’s just weird that I came to check up on you because you were super fucked up last night and you aren’t even here when I try to.” He sounded mad.

“Woah.” You laughed “It’s not that big of a deal.” 

He shook his head and climbed into his car. “Are you mad or something?” You asked.

“No.” He said. He looked at his lap and then scratched the back of his head. “It’s just- nevermind.”

“No, Ben, what is it?” 

“It’s nothing. I’m sorry for showing up like this.” He shut the door and you flinched. He began driving away while you walked back into your house with pure confusion. 

As Ben drove away, he felt tears prick his eyes.

What had he done wrong this time? You had finally left Carter after 6 miserable months and now... now this is worse.

His heart ached as he thought about the way Joe held you last night and he didn’t even want to think about the fact that you had spent the night there.

For some reason, this hurt more than when it happened with Carter.

The only girl he’s loved just slept with his best friend.

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[tsarisfanfiction]

Hollow V

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: Jeff Tracy, Kyrano, John Tracy, Scott Tracy

Part 5 of my contribution @gumnut-logic‘s SensorySunday: Sixth Sense. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

And the plan slowly begins to spiral away from me, again.  I shouldn’t be surprised at this point.

It was inadvisable to run along the island’s paths, especially in the dark – and even if you had a high-powered torch – but Jeff’s heart was in his mouth and all the breath had been stolen from his lungs by Kyrano’s short but devastating call.

They appear to have fallen.  How far? How badly were his children hurt? John is conscious and responding.  A cause for relief.  Scott is not.  Scott wasn’t what?  Conscious? Responding?  Either? I will need assistance.  Kyrano never needed help.

Jeff tore along the path, blindly dodging past tree roots and branches reaching out to ensnare him. Kyrano needed him.  His boys needed him.  Why oh why hadn’t he been firmer, why had he assumed John wouldn’t find another way to get what he wanted?  Was he really so distant from his sons nowadays that he didn’t realise just saying “no” and “it’s too dangerous” would stop a teenager on the cusp of adulthood from doing what he wanted?

He didn’t find the rope Kyrano had tied to the tree so much as almost trip over it, catching himself on the tree it was tied to at the last second to avoid sharing his sons’ misfortune.

“Kyrano?” he called, panting and heaving for air with frozen lungs.  “Scott?  John?”

“Down here, Mr Tracy!” Kyrano called back, his voice drifting from below.  “Use the rope.”  Jeff shone the torch in the direction of his voice and shuddered at the sight of the fresh landslip, shearing away part of the path.  Creeping towards it, he watched as the light picked up first a slumped form with Lucille’s distinctive ginger hair, and then another two a little further away.  Kyrano was bent over Scott, hiding him from view.

His hands burned as he slung himself down to the ledge, too fast and rubbing his hands, but he didn’t notice the discomfort as he sank down next to John, reaching out with trembling fingers to brush dishevelled red hair back from his face.  Clouded turquoise eyes sluggishly followed the movement.

“Da’?”

“I’m here, John,” he assured his second eldest.  He looked nothing like the confident and stubborn teenager Jeff had found himself in a heated debate with several hours earlier, and much more like the pale waif he’d been as a young child.  “Dad’s here.”

“’m srree,” he slurred, and Jeff hushed him, continuing to card his hand through ginger locks – finding the unmistakable stickiness of blood as he did so.

“We’ll talk about that later,” he said.  “Right now I’m just glad you’re okay.”  John wasn’t okay by ordinary standards, shivering slightly despite the warm air – shock – and his long limbs bent at awkward angles, but he was alive.

“Sc’t…” John mumbled, and Jeff glanced over to where Kyrano was still hunched over his eldest, reassurances on the tip of his tongue.

They died unspoken. In the light of his and Kyrano’s torches, he could see what he had missed with his cursory glance.  Scott was laid on his back, limp as a ragdoll, but it was the gradually growing pool of blood and the stake protruding from his hip that chilled him to the core.

He couldn’t abandon John, not when his second son was in shock and pain, but the bloodless face of his eldest called to him.

Lucy, don’t take our boy yet, he begged his wife silently.  Losing Scott – head of the pack, a once tiny and unexpected bundle of joy that melted his heart with bright blue eyes and deep dimples even as he voiced his displeasure at leaving the dark, safe confines of his mother to be thrust into the bright wide world – was unthinkable.  He needed Scott.  He needed all of his boys.  All five of them.

“Kyrano,” he started, faltering.  How did one ask is my son still breathing?  Is he still with us or has he gone to join his mother in the stars?

“He is still with us, Mr Tracy,” the smaller man assured him, raising his head.  Green eyes locked with his.  “If you could assist me?”  Jeff looked down at John, turquoise eyes half lidded, and hesitated.  “John’s life is in no danger,” Kyrano told him, and it was the implied but Scott’s is that got him moving, leaving John’s side with one last brush of his blood-matted hair to drop down the final foot to his eldest’s side.

“What do you need me to do?” he asked, catching sight of Scott’s left hand and blanching.  Swollen and dribbling blood, he knew enough about the island’s wildlife to know it was not just the terrain his son had fallen foul of.

“Keep him still,” Kyrano said.  “I will need to cut him free from this branch before the bleeding can be staunched.” Jeff nodded numbly, trembling hands finding Scott’s shoulders and holding onto them securely.

“The snake venom?” he asked.

“I have given him a generic antivenom to slow the spread,” Kyrano said as the noise of knife meeting wood began.  “Until I can determine which snake it was, there is little more to be done for it.”

Scott groaned suddenly, his head rolling to rest the other way as his arms trembled and shoulders strained.  At loath to hurt him, but with enough experience to know that if he injured himself further his chances of survival would drop, Jeff increased his grip, pinning his eldest to the ground.

“Easy, Scott,” he soothed, wincing at a sharp cry of pain.  “Easy.  It’s just me and Kyrano, you hear me?  Dad’s here. Just hold on, son.  We’ll get you home.”  Scott wasn’t pacified by his words at all, weakly thrashing to escape the pain as Jeff exerted as much strength as he dared to keep him still, talking to his son all the while as his heart broke.

It felt like an age before Kyrano sat back.  “I have done all I can here,” he said.  “We will need to get them back to the villa for further treatment.”

With his wound no longer being agitated, Scott had sunk back down into apparent unconsciousness, white as death but still breathing.  Jeff cautiously released him, cupping his pale cheek as he turned to face the other man.

“We can’t get either of them back up to the path,” he said, and Kyrano nodded.

“I know another route we can take, Mr Tracy,” he said.  “We will have to be careful, but it should not take too long to return.”  It was Jeff’s turn to nod, looking back at Scott and then up at John, whose eyes were almost closed but undeniably watching them. From his elevated position, he would have been able to watch Scott bleeding out the entire time.  “I believe you should take Master Scott,” the other man continued, sparing Jeff the agony of choice.

If it were possible, he’d carry both of his boys, but even if they weren’t both taking after him in height, the last time he’d been able to carry two sleeping sons at once was when they were in diapers.  As it was, he took a deep breath and with Kyrano’s help scooped his eldest son into his arms, mindful of the bit of tree still stuck through his hip.  Kyrano had cropped it as short as possible before wrapping bandaging around the area to stem the flow of blood, but it was still there, staunching what was likely a severe wound.

Scott’s bitten hand hung limply.  Kyrano shuffled around, gently repositioning his head so that it rested against Jeff’s shoulder rather than lolling limply and placing the unbitten hand to rest on his chest, far enough away from the wound it wouldn’t bother it, but left the bitten hand dangling.

His son felt like a dead weight in his arms, and Jeff was reassured only by the mostly regular exhales of air tickling his neck as he watched Kyrano approach John, murmuring something quietly to him before gently manoeuvring him onto his back.  John cried out in pain, stray sobs escaping as Kyrano’s soft words continued evenly.

Scott made a noise of protest against his shoulder and Jeff glanced down at him to see he was frowning slightly; he didn’t doubt for a moment that he was reacting to his younger brother’s distress.

“Kyrano’s got him, Scooter,” he murmured.  “Your brother’s going to be okay, I promise.”  Scott made another noise of discontent but then fell silent.

“This way, Mr Tracy.” Kyrano turned, John nestled in his arms not unlike a baby giraffe, all long and gangly limbs, although the image was somewhat ruined by the unnatural angles.  The boy’s eyes were closed entirely, and Jeff realised he must have passed out at last.

“Lead on, Kyrano.”

Without the other man, he would never have found his way back.  Torches were difficult to use when both arms were full of limp son, but Kyrano was sure-footed and confident in their route, unerringly guiding them back to the villa.

The light in Virgil’s room was on, Jeff noticed as they approached.  A silhouette stood in the window – no, two, three silhouettes.

Four.  One stood slightly apart from the clump of three, slighter and a little bit shorter than the tallest.

Jeff didn’t know which of the four watching children – it was the early hours of the morning, all of them should be fast asleep, not awake and worrying – saw them first.  At some unseen signal, all four moved together, vanishing from the window, although the light stayed on.

“Scott!  John!”  The rapid patter of multiple bare feet announced the reappearance of them all in the kitchen, clamouring for the missing members of their family as Jeff and Kyrano entered.

“Virgil, take your brothers and Tanusha up to the den,” Jeff ordered.  He wanted them in bed asleep, but that was a command that would never be obeyed.

“But-” his son protested, eyes wide with horror as he spotted his older brothers, bloodstained and limp in his and Kyrano’s arms.

“Please, Virgil,” he said, glancing meaningfully at the white faces of Gordon and Alan.  “Look after your brothers for me, just for a little while.”  Virgil hesitated, torn between his older and younger brothers, but Tanusha bent down and scooped Alan up with a grunt.

“Come on,” she said, nudging Virgil with her shoulder as Alan continued to stare at his biggest brothers from her arms.  Jeff couldn’t wait for him to obey, all too aware that Scott was bleeding through his bandages and leaving a trail of small crimson drips from his hand.  He and Kyrano hurried past the children, towards the room they’d been setting up as a medical room.

Thank goodness he’d already started stocking it with his project in mind.  His mother, while not on the island currently, had had a large influence on the room, insistent that it be up to hospital standard.  While they didn’t yet have everything they planned to, they had enough.

Scott and John were its first two real patients.  Leaving Kyrano to continue where he’d left off, Jeff fumbled for his phone, punching in a number he knew by heart and listening to it ring.

Click.

“Jeff?  Isn’t it two in the morning for you?”

“Mom, I need you.”

Part VI

[deadlyaffairs]

I love you

This is part of my lil challenge, where I am challenging myself to write for seven days straight. Pray for me.

Prompt: We’re roommates and you make me so mad! But I love you.

Words: 2,089 (honestly didn’t feel like that)

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader, Roommates!AU, Musicians!AU

A/N: Inspired heavily by Burlesque, or well more importantly the friends-to-lovers, roommates with angst but ultimately fluff trope! That was long to write lol. Also, I know I said the second one-shot was coming out later today, but that was before the idea struck me and it kinda feels good to be caught up since technically I was already behind on my challenge. Hope this makes up for it and hope you ENJOY!

It was late at night when Ben awoke to the sound of the flat’s door being opened and gently shut. He had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for you but would never admit that.

Around mid-day, Ben is sitting at the island laptop opened and writing some lyrics. He looks up and smiles at you as you walk through after unlocking the door. “You got home pretty late. Quite unusual.” He says taking his bottom lip between his fingers guarding his face.

You glance at him, your body heating up in embarrassment. Your heart beating rapidly as suddenly the feelings you’ve been having for Ben begin to surface. “Oh yeah, sorry, I-I well I sort of met up with that one guy... Landon. The one who's been coming into the club lately.”

“Landon that prick?”

You watched Ben fight to look at you longer than necessary. You looked at your feet in light sadness. However, your eyes were ready to bug out of their sockets when you remembered the flashy shoes Landon had left you at rehearsal.

When you looked up, Ben was typing at the computer, trying to put you at the back of his mind. You squared your shoulders suddenly angry at his comment and dropped your keys onto the key foyer and practically stomp to your bedroom.

“New shoes?” Ben asks just as your about to shut your door. You look back at him. His eyes are still trained on screen and his fingers are still moving. But you hear the word he mutters. “Classy...”

At that, you feel your blood boil, and your chest is rising and now your body is filled with anger. You huff and slam the door hard enough to resonate against the wall it was on but, not hard to cause a disturbance.

A few days later, you’ve still been ignoring Ben. It’s been four days of silence from your end that Ben is angry at you being angry at him.

“You know ‘s only one reason why reason a bloke buys women shoes ya?”

You glare at him as you shut your bedroom door. You walk out in a small number you only bring out to really make some people mad. The v-line plunged down to highlight the valley of your chest, your skin was practically glowing in the faint light of the flat’s terrible lighting. The dress was tight-fitting and stopped a little higher on the thigh. The silk material was silver and the flashy shoes you were given tied together beautifully.

“So what if I’m getting a little male attention?”

“It’s a bit more than a little ya?”

“Not from anyone that matters.” You mutter not looking back to gauge his reaction. You’ve said what you’ve said, there was no taking it back or fixing it.

For Ben, it was a blatant jab at him. At his feelings. They had both been playing a game of cat and mouse. Not knowing they spent too much time switching between the two to realize neither were getting any catching done.

The two of you spent more days ignoring each other. Staying in your room or Ben staying in his. Avoiding each other around the rest of the flat. You decided to start spending your days with Landon, getting to know him, doing things like going out to eat, watching movies. You liked going out, but you couldn’t help but feel hollow inside your chest because at every moment you could, you spent it picturing Ben. Doing these things with you and not Landon.

The next night you get home late, all the lights except the kitchen one are off. You furrow your brows and walk inside. You see no faint glow of light under Ben’s bedroom door and sigh, biting your lip you go to your room, you undress and get ready for bed.

A few hours later you woke up to noises that sounded blurred with the door shut, but you knew better. Ben was doing it on purpose, pressing the highest setting of the blender. You groan and rise out of your warm bed, feeding exactly into what he wanted, to rile you up. 

“Ben... Ben... Ben... Jones!” You say over the noise of the blender. Ben is making what appears to be one of his many shakes. He stops only when you call him Jones because He can’t help but love that you’re one of few who actually still call him by his last name, his real one.

“Goodmorning love, sleep well? Shake?”

“No... a little peace and quiet would be lovely.”

Ben presses the blender, giving an unspoken reply. You squint your eyes at him.

“Really now?” You go to ask but Ben again presses the button on the blender the noise returning. You purse your lips and turn around ready to go back to ignoring him, you’ve taken three steps but face him once more “Christ Ben! What is your problem? You’re acting like a fucking prick!”

“It’s not just me ya? You know at the club, we’re like a family, we look out for each other.”

“Right, like Lucy and Rami, Joe.”

“Ya? What about Landon eh? He looks out for you? y/n? He can make things happen for you.”

“He’s a good man, a smart one at that. He goes for what he wants.”

“In the end, it’s about the choices you make love,” Ben says as he stands in front of you, shake long forgotten. He stares you down for a moment before walking off towards his bedroom.

“Oh that’s genius, you’re a bartender/ drummer who writes songs that are never ready.” You say without really wanting to but angry at him for coming at you the way he has. 

Ben slowly stops and turns to you, “Alright, I see then.” He shuts the door behind him and you exhale deeply, shutting your eyes.

Ben and you ignore each other. It doesn’t last long, a day and a half. But it was enough to get your skin to crawl, what you had to say constantly eating at you.  Naisa, a girl from the club where Ben and you worked was getting married and you both had been invited, Ben wasn’t wrong, at the club you all were like family.

You wore a simple red dress, it was long sleeve but was off the shoulder. It stopped right above the knee and you paired it with your tan heels. The makeup was simple, you never truly cared to get doll up yourself, but heavy makeup came with the job. You wore a similar shade of red on your lips.

You arrived later than Ben, he was home for the first part of you getting ready but when you walked out completely finished he was gone, had he been for long? You didn’t know.

At the reception for the wedding you tried to look for the blond but to no prevail. You had caught him briefly at the ceremony. He sat a few rows in front of you. You about given up trying to find him when you reached the bar. 

“A shot of tequila please.”

“Two please.”

You glanced at your side and saw Ben, who was clearly already feeling a little bit drunk.

“Looking lonely there Ben.” You say

“Liberated, questionable. Libated, definitely. Lonely? No, not lonely. Never lonely. Cheers” Ben says smoothly.

Your chest pings at that, was that supposed to hurt as much as it did? Was that meant for you? You scoff and faced away from him.

“Clink!” Ben says and downs the shot. You fight the giggle that makes its way out, downing your own shot.

Ben nudges you and is suddenly in your space. “Love are you still mad at me? Cus..” He slurs just a bit before picking himself back up. Completely in your face now, which you're sure is red from how hot it feels. “Cus if you are... bring it on baby.”

“Are you drunk?” You ask even though you know the answer. You want him to realize how drunk he is acting.

Just as you ask the DJ plays Bruno Mars’ Calling All My Lovelies. “I love this song!” Ben shouts standing and giving the DJ and look.  You walk away since he is not paying attention to you anymore.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Ben says as he grips your arm pulling your body back into his. To stop yourself from hitting him too hard you put your hand to his chest as you’re pulled back into him. You can feel his body warmth and remove your hand.

He has his arm under yours and his free hand grabs the one you’ve lowered. “I need to apologize to you.”

“What for.”

He gives you a look, and even now it still takes your breath away, how he can simply look that good? How can he make your blood boil, but get you weak in the knees?

“For being a prick.”

“You were.”

“I was.”

“Mm-hm.”

He smiles at you but it falters just slightly before he asks “Why are you here alone?”

You look up at him, his eyes the brightest green you’ve ever seen. You step just a little closer to him. “Do I look alone to you?”

His smile slowly makes its back to his features before he dips you, changing the mood drastically. Later that night you two are stumbling through your flat. The reception and day over with. You fall onto the couch and kick your feet up.

“My feet are killing me! Please take off these shoes Ben.”

He follows you to the couch and yanks at the heel. You laugh as he fumbles with one. “I got it, oh whoa, whoa, aha!” He says once they’re both off.

Your laughter dies down after the good show you received. You look up at him, you hope your eyes are saying everything you can’t bring yourself to say. Ben too, watches you, he’s standing over you and from this angle he can’t stop picturing you underneath.

“Good night.”

“Night.”

Ben walks to his bedroom, shutting the door. You sigh and sit on the couch for a bit. You rub your neck as you try to stop your thought from going back to Ben. However, your thoughts are cut short when Ben’s door opens and he stands there in a blue sheep pajama set. You laugh at it.

“Cute.”

“Mum got em, thank you.” He walks out to the front door. Locking it. He turns to you “Forgot to lock the door.”

You nod. “Got it?”

The lock makes a noise as he twists it once again, Ben’s green eyes find yours and you want to do nothing more but dive into them. “Good,” he says. He walks to his bedroom, pauses and looks at you, “Good night.”

“Good night.”

Ben shuts his door and you barely had time to blink before it is ripped open with his shirt gone. “Back again?” You ask with a smile.

“Water... don’t need a nasty hangover in the morning.”

“Right.”

Ben walks to his room once more, he stands in the doorway looking at you. “Good night, again.” He smiles, shutting his door.

“Night... again,” you say to yourself and begin taking your jewelry off. You've turned away from Ben’s door, not being able to see.

It’s opened once more and you laugh quietly to yourself not bothering to look at him, continuing with tugging the jewelry off.

“I think I’m hungry. Yeah... I’m a bit famished.” He walks past the couch to the kitchen and you have to look twice to make sure you saw what you did. His bare ass. You cover your face as laughter rakes through your body.

“Jones!” you peek through your fingers, “Your! It’s...”

He holds out a box of cookies, “What is so funny?” He moves away from the island looking down and using the box to cover his manhood. “Oh, well, I never.” He says in his best southern American accent. 

You continue to laugh, shielding your eyes but also giving in and opening your eyes a few times. He walks over to the couch. He stands over you for a moment. “Want a cookie?” He says normally as he shakes the box, his body is red which tells you he is nervous. You bite your lip, almost taking the bait. He shrugs and walks off. 

“No? Well if you change your mind... you know where they are.” He sends you a wink before shutting the door with his leg and one hand.

You watch and watch. The door remaining shut longer than you hoped. His light also turns off. The smile leaves your face and you begin to grab your things, ready to head to your bedroom. The door to Ben’s door opens slower this time and you look up, not shielding your eyes because let's face it, you knew him too well.

He walks out of his bedroom and he’s dressed in his usual sleep attire. Sweats and no shirt. You chew your bottom lip and you open your mouth to say something but he stops you with his lips. The kiss feels like it was always meant to. A secret told... a promise kept. It was slow, everything felt like it went slowly when the skin of his lips melded against yours.

Ben pulls away and you’re both silent, breathing, tired of waiting. The kiss ignites something in the two of you.

“I love you.” You say and although Ben curses himself for not saying it first, he doesn’t stop himself from saying it back.

“I love you too.”

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LOVE YOU <3

[nova-shadowtail]

Burn The Letters Like You Burned My Heart

Wow! Two long stories in one night! You’re on a roll Jay! I know. I know. I probably shouldn’t post 2 in a row but I CAN’T JUST IGNORE THE INSPIRATION.

This one is based off a song. Most of my fics come from song inspiration so...

This one is based off of this song: https://youtu.be/gYqaUybOUqI

A lot of you probably know that song. Again, just like last time, I changed some of the lyrics and some of this story might be ooc but idc.

I hope you enjoy :)

He told you he went on vacation to take photos before the big end of the year party. He told you he would only be gone a few weeks. He told you to trust him. And you did.

5 months. He had been gone for 5 months before you finally started to doubt he was on vacation. You glanced at Lucy playing in the backyard and back at the letter in your hand. Something was wrong.

In yesterday’s letter, he told you he was in London taking pictures of the monuments. Today he said he was already in France. It didn’t add up. He couldn’t have gotten there that fast. And he never switches places that quickly.

You tried to convince yourself that he was just taking a lot of pictures and finding new ideas. That’s why he’s taking so long. But no matter how many times you told yourself everything was fine, the uneasy feeling never left.

You finally gave in and asked Saeyoung to check on him when your daughter ran up to you and asked when Daddy would be home.

She had come up to you after chasing butterflied in the backyard and looked at you with teary eyes.

“What’s wrong princess?” You asked her, “Are you hurt?”

She shook  her head as a tear fell down her face, “I miss Daddy. When is he coming home? Is he okay?”

Your heart broke. V had been gone for so kong that even Lucy was starting to realize something was off.

You lifted her up onto your lap and hugged her, “I miss him too. I don’t know when he’s coming back, baby. I’m sorry.”

That night, after you put Lucy to bed, you called Saeyoung and asked him to locate V. He assured you that V was probably just really busy and promised he’d find him.

You thanked him and went to bed. You clutched one of his letters to your chest and cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning you woke up to texts from Saeyoung.

Saeyoung: I’m so sorry MC

Saeyoung: I wish this was fake

Saeyoung: I wish this wasn’t him but….it is

Saeyoung sent a video

You opened it and saw it was a security feed. You watched as Rika came into view, sitting at a table with a book and looking around like she was waiting for something. Or someone.

You watched as V came into view and sat down next to Rika, putting his arm around her and kidding her forehead. Tears ran down your face as you watched them talk. And laugh. And flirt.

You thanked Saeyoung for finding him and opened up Vs contact. You had to get him home right now.

MC: V! Lucy is sick and she’s been coughing up blood and idk what to do. Please come home. I’m scared something’s really wrong.

V: Take her to the hospital. I’m really busy.

MC: Please V. She’s been asking for you. I know you’ve been super busy taking pictures but please. Do it for Lucy. Come home for her. We need you.

V: Alright. I’ll be home tonight.

You smiled sadly and went to go wake Lucy up for school.

You put Lucy to bed early that night, promising you’d do something fun in the morning, and grabbed all of Vs letters to bring to the living room.

You quietly sat down in front of the fire and lit it, watching as the flame danced. You picked up the first letter and held it above the fire, watching it burn slowly. You did that to the next letter. And the next. And the next. Until you heard the door open and close.

You didn’t even have to look. You knew it was V.

“I saved every letter you wrote me,” You explained, putting another letter in the fire, “From the moment I saw you I knew you were mine. You said you were mine.”

You looked at him and at that moment he knew you knew he was seeing Rika behind your back. You stood up and smiled sadly at him.

“I thought you were mine.”

Tears pooled in his eyes and he quietly set his suitcase down. You threw your phone at him and he caught it. Looking at it, he saw the security feed of him talking to Rika. His arm around her. He looked at you and opened his mouth but you snatched the phone away and spoke before he could.

“Do you know what Saeyoung said when we found out what you’ve done?” You asked.

He looked at you with fear and worry and sorrow in his beautiful mint eyes.

“He said… “You’ve married an Icarus. He’s flown too close to the sun.”” You picked up another letter and dropped it into the fire.

Tears fell down Vs face as he watched you slowly burn the letters. He looked at the coffee table and saw the torn pictures of the two of you and more tears fell down his face.

He tried to walk towards you. To explain. To hug you. To comfort you. But you held up a hand and stopped him.

“Don’t take another step in my direction. I can’t be trusted around you,” You crossed your arms over your chest and turned away from him, “Don’t think you can talk your way into my arms.”

He tried to say something, but no words came as he watched you shove more letters into the fire. Along with some torn pictures of the two of you.

“I’m burning the letters you wrote me,” You gestured to him, “You can stand over there if you want. I don’t know who you are. I have so much to learn.”

You grabbed a letter and read a paragraph of it before ripping it in half and throwing it into the fire, “I’m rereading your letters and watching them burn.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart and the anger threatening to spill over, “You told them the things that she did you to. You told the whole world how you forgave her and by clearing her name you have ruined our lives.”

You walked over to him and he took a small step back at the sheer anger radiating off of you. You put your hands on his shoulders and shoved him against the wall, sticking your finger in his face.

“Heaven forbid someone whisper “he’s part of some scheme.” Your enemy whispers so you have to scream!” You lowered your finger and stepped away from him.

“I know about whispers,” You said, turning away from him again, “I see how you look at that woman.”

He reached out his hand and grabbed your shoulder, trying to turn you around. But before he could you whipped around and grabbed his wrist. Tighter than he thought you could.

“Don’t.” You growled, backing away, “I’m not naive. I have seen her around you.”

He brought his hand away from you like he’d been burned and cradled it against his chest as he watched you sob.

“Don’t think I don’t see how you fall for her charms.” Your words were bitter and cold.

V took a deep breath and tried to walk forward and say something but you turned away from him and walked back towards the fire, which was now bigger than originally and full of ashes.

“I’m erasing myself from the narrative,” you said, grabbing your phone and throwing it to him yet again, “Let the entire RFA know how MC reacted when you broke her heart.”

He looked at the screen and saw the chatroom exploding with angry texts screaming at V for cheating on you. They were all pissed, even Seven and Jumin.

“And when the time comes...explain to Lucy the pain and embarrassment you put her mother through,” Your words weren’t cold anymore. But they were hot and fiery like the very thing destroying his letters. He flinched when you mentioned Lucy and you smirked in satisfaction.

“She is your legacy,” You spat, “We are your legacy.”

You took your phone back and brushed passed him, walking down the hall towards your room.

“If you thought you were mine…” You trailed off.

He rushed after you, trying to grab you before you locked yourself away. He wanted to explain, to fix what he had broken. He didn’t want you to leave like this. He was about to wrap his arms around you when you spun and gripped his wrists again. This time it hurt. Almost as bad as the pain in his heart.

“Don’t,” You whispered, “It’s over.”

And then you were gone. You rushed into the master bedroom and locked the door behind you. You jumped onto the bed and cried your eyes out.

V stood where you left him. Wrists red and heart aching. He slowly walked towards the bedroom door and placed his hand against it. He tried to apologize, to say something, but he couldn’t.

He placed his forehead against the wood and said, “I love you.”

The only thing he could say. And he didn’t even think you heard it, but you did, and it broke your heart even more. You knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you. You knew he loved you. But this had to be done.

He sighed when he didn’t get a response and walked into Lucy’s room. Tears pooled in his eyes as he looked at his daughter. He quietly walked to her bedside and kissed her forehead.

“I love you, princess.” He said softly.

He left the room, shutting the door behind him. He walked back to the living room and saw the rest of the letters and pictures on the coffee table. He carefully picked them up and neatly stacked them before turning towards the door. He took one last look around the house before grabbing his suitcase and leaving.

+

1 week later Saeyoung was standing outside your front door, demanding ou answer him. You hadn’t been on the messenger since the night V came home and after 2 days you had sent Lucy to go stay with Saeyoung. Everyone was worried about you but Saeyoung was the only one who would actually go talk to you.

So here he was. He’d asked Saeran and Zen to watch after Lucy for a bit while he came to talk to you. He wiped away his tears before carefully knocking on the door.

“MC, please, I know you’re in there,” He said, loud enough for you to hear.

You heard the crack in his voice and stood up from the couch, walking to the front door. Instead of opening it, you just sat down on the floor and placed your back against it.

“Everyone’s asking where you’ve been,” He said, tears falling down his face.

“Jumin said to have patience, and I’m trying to, I’m right out here for you, just let me in.” He placed his hand on the doorknob and tried to open it, but it was still locked.

“I know you’re hurt because of what V did, but please let us help you. It’s going to be okay.”

You sighed and stood up, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders more as you unlocked the door.

Saeyoung heard the soft click of the lock and immediately opened the door. He came face to face with you, in a long nightgown and a blanket around your shoulders. You looked like you had been crying for days and you’re hair was all tangled and greasy.

“MC…” Saeyoung whispered and brought you into his arms.

You hugged him tightly and, for the 100th time in the past week, started sobbing. Saeyoung used one arm to shut the door before picking you up and walking to the couch.

He sat you in his lap and hugged you tightly. The letters and pictures were still on the table. Some pictures were taped together and some of the letters were a little burned as if you changed your mind.

“I miss him,” You cried into Saeyoungs chest.

“I know,” He whispered, he kissed the top of your head and rested his cheek there, “Has he tried to contact you?”

You nodded, “He’s spammed me with texts and calls. I’m too scared to answer.”

Saeyoung made a noise and asked you where your phone was. You told him and he grabbed it quickly before coming back and holding you again.

“We’ll look together okay?” He smiled slightly at you and you nodded, taking the phone from him.

You took a deep breath and opened the messages.

V: Love, I’m sorry.

V: I promise it wasn’t what it looked like.

V: I would never cheat on you.

V: The doctors told me she was struggling a lot and I thought that if she saw me it would help her.

V: Please believe me.

V: I love you, MC

V: I always have. You’re my one and only. My one true love.

V: I regret ever seeing her. I regret lying to you and Lucy. I regret not being back when I promised.

V: I miss you, MC.

V: Please answer

V: Yoosung said you haven’t been on the messenger in a few days. Are you okay?

V: What am I saying, of course you’re not…

V: Are you alive at least? And safe?

V: Please answer me

V: At least see these texts

V: Please

You took a deep breath and tried to stop the tears from falling again. He was so worried about you. And, even though you shouldn’t after what he did, you believed him when he said he would never cheat. That he was just trying to help. You knew he was a good person who wanted to help people. You understood.

“Well?” Saeyoung asked.

Your only answer was a text sent to V.

MC: V… I’m sorry I worried you. I’m alive. And safe.

V answered instantly.

V: Thank god. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t….

MC: Sorry for worrying you

V: It’s alright. Is Lucy okay?

You bit your lip and looked at Saeyoung.

“Lucy is fine. I promise I’ve been taking good care of her. She’s been asking for you but I told her you’re just taking a little trip.”

“Thank you Saeyoung,” You whispered.

MC: She’s staying with Saeyoung right now but he said she’s fine.

Saeyoung stopped you before you hit send, “Should you tell him that she’s with me?”

You sighed, “It’s fine.”

You hit send.

V: Why’s she with Saeyoung? Are you okay? Did something happen?

MC: I didn’t want her to see me like this.

V: Oh...I’m sorry. I’m glad she’s alright.

MC: She’s fine…

V: I’m so sorry for everything

MC: I know. I accept your apology.

V: Really?

MC: Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I know you’d never cheat on me. I should’ve known there was more to the story.

V: It’s not your fault. I should’ve been honest with you about what I was doing

V: So...are we okay now?

MC: Yes…

V: Good

MC: Do you wanna come over?

V: Of course. I’ll be there in an hour.

You looked at Saeyoung and he smiled at you. You smiled back and hugged him, “Thank you.”

He hugged you tightly, “Anytime, MC.”

Saeyoung left a few minutes later. He told you to shower and text after you and V talked and he would bring Lucy back. You thanked him again before going to shower.

You dried your hair and tried to make it look like you’ve been fine. You were in the middle of figuring out how to hide the bags under your eyes when there was a knock at the door.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. V was there, looking the same as always. He smiled at you and you smiled back. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his neck. He hugged you back, doing the same.

“I’m so sorry,” He said, voice thick with tears.

“I’m sorry too,” You cried into his chest.

Let’s just say things were perfectly fine after that. Lucy was happy to see her dad again and V swore to never lie to you about anything ever again. You logged back onto the RFA that dad and told everyone you and V made up, and they were super supportive. After V explained everything everyone was super happy and things went back to normal.

Sorry if the ending seemed sloppy. My friend wanted a happy end and I wanted to finish it quickly cause I wanna go to bed

PS: Read the tags lolol

[imaginesforthosewhoseekthem]

Just imagine a normally nice MC that is pissed off. Everyone will be kinda concerned and confused bc this docile, sweet human is threatening to behead them. This something I cannot get out of my head. It’s ok if you don’t do it, but thanks for taking the time to read this :)

((I might just be on a Danganronpa binge, but I picture MC snapping like this (Spoilers for Danganronpa if you’ve never seen or played it and intend on doing so. I’ll put a gif under it if it helps prove the point better) ))

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gt_qF8SbZ_I

                         I’m gonna TRY to take this seriously, I swear XD. Only doing this with the 7 bros atm, but lemme know if you guys want the undateables in the future.

SPOILERS FOR LESSONS 1-20, MOSTLY CUSA BELPHIE’S PART. I really hope this is okay, it took me a WHILE to write. There’s probably some grammar mistakes here and there, but I will fix them overtime))

Lucifer:

Lucifer was kinda putting pressure on you with chores and tasks, barely giving you time to rest. Eventually, it just kinda made you snap at him.

“CAN’T YOU DO THIS CRAP YOURSELF?! YOU MANAGE THESE 6 IDIOTS ALL THE TIME AND YOU CAN’T DO SOMETHING LIKE A SIMPLE CHORE OR TASK?!” you snapped at him.

Welp...it was nice knowing you. Depending on the types of relationship you have with Lucifer, his punishments are either personal...or “Private” if you get my drift.

WE KNOW YOU’RE A FREAKY BITCH, LUCI!

Either way, you DEFINITELY feel like you are dead meat once you realize it was LUCIFER you snapped at. 

If the others are in the room with you, Mammon will run, Levi will livestream it, Satan and Belphegor will either be there to laugh at you or encourage you to say worse, Beel will get a snack to watch and Asmo...well he’ll probably tell Luci to try not leave a mark on your body because that’s “his job”. Basically no one is helpful here.

Unless you’re not afraid of Luci or just stupid in which case, you keep runnin your damn mouth at him over stuff that will TOTALLY hurt his Pride. If you get one of his brothers to laugh, even SNICKER at him, you are in WORSE trouble.

Bonus points added to you getting screwed over by him if Diavolo was anywhere CLOSE to hear that,

Your ass is getting dragged to his room or office and getting a talking to or a “talking to” for SEVERAL hours straight.

Luci doesn’t take shit, He i the Avatar of Pride and will not let some human taint it.

Not gonna lie though...you DID catch him off guard and he did kinda ease up on the work because even though he’s way stronger than you, he does NOT wanna see you like that ever again

 Mammon:

Oh, he did it again. He got both of you in trouble. You snapped cus this was the third time in a row that week. Mammon’s making his stupid excuses and it just..unloaded onto him.

“WELL MAYBE IF YOU WEREN’T SUCH A SCUMBAG, WE WOULDN'T GET INTO SO MUCH TROUBLE!” you barked at him.

He. Was. Stunned. 

If you’re Lucifer levels of angry, he might even be a little scared of you. 

For a moment to defend himself, he may switch to how he was when you two first met.

“O-Oh yeah?! Who are you, a weak, feeble HUMAN to tell the Great Mammon what he is and isn’t?! I could crush ya right now if I wanted to!”

He’s bluffing so much even humans that WEREN’T there could see it.

“Oh, you know what? YA KNOW WHAT?! That is it! I am not even gonna speak to you til you are BEGGIN’ me to forgive ya!”

Yep, he’s really doing this. Obviously, you don’t care because you’re not the one that should be apologizing here.

The other 6 are actually pretty happy with this transaction. Finally, some silence from Mammon’s ever yapping pie-hole. He’s sitting there with a pout on his lip and slumped. He’s not going to say how sorry you’ll be in front of his brothers because he said HE wasn’t talking to YOU. So he doesn’t need it rubbed in his face.

Of course, being the Avatar of Greed, he’s up to his Greedy ways, so he’ll make whatever excuse he can to get his brothers away from you.

Not even a day has passed and he comes up saying he “forgives you for getting mad at him”. But if you still look upset with him, he does legit feel bad and apologizes...the MAMMON way lol.

“Well...I GUESS if it bugs you that much, I could keep outta trouble...Just for a little while, though! I ain't some softie! I’m too much of an awesome rebel for that~!” he said, trying so much to impress you with his “Bad Boy” attitude.

Deep down, he just doesn’t want to make his human mad at him again.

 Leviathan:

((Sorry if the reason isn't great, but this baby boy is too cute to have a reason to be mad at, I’m sorry! If Levi stans hate this, you have permission to slap me. I deserve it XD))

Levi had kept dragging you to play games with him and watch anime, but you had studying to do.

Whenever you tried to tell him you had to go study, he did this thing where he would use the “Studying is probably better than hanging out with a lame otaku like me” speech to get you to cave in.

You didn't realize it, but you only had a few days left to study and you were STRESSED.

Levi was about to use the same speech on you again when you finally had had enough.

“LEVI! I HAVE SPENT SO MUCH TIME WITH YOU, IT COULD ACTUALLY COST ME FROM GETTING A GOOD GRADE! CAN YOU PLEASE PULL YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ANIME AND VIDEO GAMES AND DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T RISK OTHER PEOPLE FAILING AT LIFE!“ you blurted. You regretted saying some of that, but it was too little too late. 

Levi was hurt his best friend would say all of that to him. You could see him fighting back tears. 

“F-Fine..! Whatever! I can just find s-someone else to play with me..!” he said, choking n his words. “J-Just get outta my room, already!”

You tried to apologize for snapping, but he wasn’t having it, at least not right now. 

You would make it up to him after you finished studying and taking your test.

Levi spent the next few days being somewhat passive-aggressive towards you, spending more time with Mammon or Henry 2.0 (his goldfish) just to spite you. However, you were too busy catching up on the studying you missed out on to notice.

Eventually, he was ready to go give you a piece of his mind when he saw...you were asleep at your desk and surrounded by books. It kinda made him realize how much he really made you miss out on and he felt pretty bad.

The next morning, you woke up to a text from Lucifer that said he pulled some strings to get you more time to study and have your date for the test slightly later than the others. You also had Levi’s jacket wrapped around your shoulders.

You definitely bought him some new games and figures as a way to apologize for yelling at him and you two made up.

Rest assured, Levi listens to you way more after that. You being mad at him is upsetting and kinda scary to him.

Satan:

Satan was being a typical cynical smartass and talking about what tricks he’ll attempt on Lucifer today.

The past THREE times you, he and Belphie tried to pull pranks on Lucifer, you were one step ahead and you just DID not have the energy for it anymore.

“Hey Satan..~” you say sweetly to lure him in.

“Mmm?” he asked, distractedly.

“Shut...the F**K up!” you snapped, irritated at him.

Now...There are really two ways the Avatar or Wrath can take being told to shut up, let alone to shut the f up. 

If you are LUCKY...Satan will laugh it off with an amused chuckle that you’re trying to intimidate him

Your luck runs out of you try and elaborate on that WHILE he’s laughing.

“IF YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE SMARTEST BROTHER, HOW DO YOU HAVE SUCH IDIOTIC IDEAS?!”

You’re dead. You’ve dug your own grave and you are DEAD. He’ll PROBABLY grab you by the throat if that REALLY pissed him off.

“What the F**K...did you just say to me you weak, breakable little twerp?” he asks in that calm, serial killer like tone that let’s you know you’re dead meat.

That’s when you run, you knock some books in his path and you run!

You don’t stop running until you find Lucifer to make Satan calm the hell down.

It’s probably best if you two don’t talk to one another for a few days.

Satan is secretly shocked and upset his image of you being the innocent one is shattered...for like, a SECOND. That is until he realizes...he LIKES to see you angry...and he WILL use this newfound enjoyment against you.

You go to apologize, but he yanks you in, pins you to the wall like he’s going to hurt you...but smirks and says in his most smarmy and CONDESCENDING tone.

“You’re even cuter when you’re mad~ I won’t hurt you over this...at least not in the way I had intended~” he teases before pecking your nose and walking away like the tease he is.

He could be such a bitch sometimes.

 Asmodeus:

You were honestly pretty jealous of the people who Asmo had been flirting with. To the point it was really starting to irritate you. Especially if he spoke about how cute OTHER people were while you were there.

When he got to talking about something hot someone else has that you are self conscious over…you just lost it.

“MAYBE IF YOU STARTED THINKING WITH THE HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDERS, YOU’RE VAIN DUMBASS COULD FOCUS ON YOUR STUDIES!” you hissed.

Asmo blinked at you, shocked you would even WANT to shriek at someone as beautiful as him. After thinking it over for a second, not even looking offended, just surprised, he grew a small smirk.

You see, kids, if events have taught us anything, it’s that you can’t get angry at Asmo…cus his horny-ass just thinks you’re being forceful or aggressive and he enjoys it.

“My, my~ This is an INTERESTING change of pace, (Y/N). I sense that someone is jealous over my attention being away from them~! Of course, it’s not like I blame you~! I’m so beautiful, ANYONE would fight over me~” he bragged.

You were just so done with his nonsense, you were about to leave, but you felt him grab your wrist all of a sudden. He tugged you close and stroked your chin with a sly smirk.

“That being said, I think I LIKE seeing you raise your voice at me~ Do it some more, (Y/N)~ Pretty please~❤”

Yep, you were gone. You couldn’t with his flirty shit right now. You were still mad, you just had the deepest blush across your cheeks.

Asmo kept trying to make you jealous so you would bark at him. You opened a new kink for him to say the least.

You know what DID end up getting to him though? When you looked the person he was flirting with dead in the eye and said “You can have him..” like you were giving away something you didn’t even want.

THAT’S when he got offended. He was maaaaaaaad.

“(Y/N)! How could you SAY such a thing?! Do you not want me or something?!” he asked, pouting up a storm.

Well, you wanted to get a reaction out of him, you just didn’t expect it to go like THAT.

He tries to give you the cold shoulder, but he wants your attention too much to keep it up, so he eventually sits beside you with a pout on his lips and his arms folded.

“I’m willing to apologize for flirting with other demons...but only if you apologize for that comment earlier.” He said

You eventually do apologize, cus even if you love him, a whiny Asmo can get emotionally tiring. You promise him you mean every word of apology…and then he tackles you with hugs and kisses.

You may or may not regret apologize just for that alone, but at least he’s happy.

Beezlebub:

Beel ate something you were saving for later. Usually he wouldn’t because he would want to eat something like that WITH you since it was yours. Sometimes it wasn’t even that big of a deal to you because you could just get more. ((I know all the foodies in the audience are looking at me funny for writing that. Look guys, unless it’s something I haven’t had in a while, I don’t personally care if someone eats my food.))

 But this time it was different. It was a special treat someone close to you had brought just for you before you got to the Devildom. Maybe even they last time you’d see them for a long time, not just the year you were in the Devildom. It’s not the last time you see them ever because it’s not gonna be THAT depressing guys.

You had written your name and everything on it, but Beel was in his hungry stages…like CLOSE to demon form stages.

You saw the carnage left over from this special treat. Beel was JUST apologize when you snapped.

“TURNING INTO A DEMON PUT YOUR BRAIN IN YOUR STOMACH, DIDN’T IT?!” you snapped. Beel was like…legit surprised to see this coming from YOU of all people. You were such a small, sweet little human the rest of the time and here you were, yelling at him.

Yelling at Beel definitely caused some instant regret, because the boy couldn’t help himself. Now YOU were about to apologize when Beel interrupted.

“I-I’m so sorry (Y/N). I didn’t realize how much it meant to you. I should have gotten one of my brothers to call you…o-or told you on my D.D.D so we could’ve…I’m sorry.” He said, frowning. “I promise, I’ll make up for this…I’ll go to the human world and get the person who made it if I have to.” He said, leaving you alone.

Well you sure felt like a jackass now. Yeah, out of all the brothers, Beel is probably the most understanding, so you legit feel like an ass after yelling at him. You texted and said your apology over and over to him, but he either wouldn’t reply because he was trying to re-create it or insisting it was hit fault.

Belphie is pretty pissed you yelled at Beel like that, but you did tell him you didn’t mean for it to slip out and explain the situation.

He doesn’t get the sentimental value like you or Beel do, but he soon gets you really ARE sorry and leaves you alone about it.

Beel eventually calls you over and he made a BUNCH of the food he ate on you. Some he got his brothers or Barbados to help him with, but a lot were made by him.

This freaking teddy bear of a demon worked his wings off to make it up to you. Of COURSE you two forgive each other.

The flavor probably isn’t EXACTLY like the one he ate on you, but you felt the love put into it none the less and you at least have a new fond memory of that food. You may need help eating it all though.

The whole house eats that dish for a while. You even get Solomon, the angels and even Diavolo to help clean out the supply.

Beel’s more than happy to help though. It’s also just as well you won’t see the person who gave you the original for a while. You get sick of it pretty quick…but seeing Beel smile over it does help bring enjoyment back to the flavor.

 Belphegor:

It was either like Satan where he got you in trouble with Lucifer or he slept in and missed out on something important. Either way, you were fed up with Belphie showing up late to things or not showing up at all

As soon as he woke up, he just gave you an innocent looking, bus clearly condescending smile, much like when he used to lie to your face. You sure let him have it in the middle of his smart ass tone.

“WITH HOW IRRESPONSIBLE YOU ARE, I WISH I COULD SLEEP RIGHT THROUGH ALL YOUR BULLS**T!” you barked at him all of a sudden.

Now kinda like Satan, at first Belphie’s response to this is to get angry right away. His face gradually lowers and he kinda towers over you like he’s trying to intimidate you and, if you remember what he did in another timeline, it kinda works to a degree.

“The hell did you just say to me? I killed you once, I’ll do it again if I wanted to.” He was hoping to catch you off guard and laugh at you once you got scared of him, but you were still just so mad at him, you were ready to call his bluff.

“YEAH?! BIG MAN?! GO ON! DO IT! GIVE LUCI ANOTHER REASON TO LOCK YOU IN THE F**KIN ATTIC!” you yelled, pushing him.

Okay, THAT was a scorcher tho! That knocked the damn wind out of him. He knew for a FACT, you would never bring him being in the attic into this, so he KNEW he had legit pissed you right off. He just kinda took a step back in surprise.

“Okay, damn…I wasn’t being serious.” He said, picking up his pillow and walking away, shaking his head slightly. “You humans are so sensitive at times.

Out of all the brothers, as surprised as he is by your outburst, he probably cares the least. You know how he is with Lucifer, so he’ll likely use this as a means to push your buttons too.

You don’t want to talk to him, but he will STILL give you a smarmy “Are you done being a child yet?” JUST to get on your nerves.

Beel can see that it’s not just putting a damper on your mood, but Belphie’s too, because as much as he wants to uphold how much of a smartass he is, he’s finding it harder to take naps knowing he upset you.

The twins talk it out and Belphie admits defeat, waiting til you��re alone in your room to go see you. He says nothing, comes in and sits on your bed, gesturing you sit beside him and resting his head on your lap.

“I’m sorry I kept pushing you…I didn’t realize how much I actually upset you and I’ll try not to sleep in as much if it’s for you..” he said softly.

You stroked his hair slowly and kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry I yelled at you..the attic thing was too far.” You said.

Belphie smiled and wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in place. “You can make it up to me by letting me sleep on you.

He did actually make better effort into showing up and it only cost more naps while holding you, so best make sure you don’t have anywhere to be for the next few hours. Belphie will lock you in place.

[freddiesaysalright]

Catching Up Part X

A Joe Mazzello x Reader Fic!

Summary: Reader is a writer for an entertainment news network and after Joe comes in to do an interview, they reconnect. Unexpectedly, they’re having a child together.  

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been so busy with requests! But I’m really dedicated to this story and I can’t wait for y’all to see how it ends! We’re getting close now!

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Part X here we go!!!

Joe got his castmates on skype to tell them the big news. Rami, Gwilym, and Lucy were in Chicago. Allen was in London. Ben was in Los Angeles. But all of them knew that it was the day, and they had already arranged a time for Joe to call when they could all answer. You and Joe were on your laptop at your apartment, grinning like crazy at each other and at your friends. They looked eagerly at the two of you.

“So,” said Rami. “Boy or girl?”

You and Joe looked at each other and then back at them.

“It’s a boy!” you cried in unison.

They all clapped and shouted their congratulations. You held up the latest sonogram and they absolutely fawned over it.

“He’s beautiful!” Lucy cooed.

“What are you gonna call him?” asked Ben.

“I thought I told you,” said Joe. “Joseph Francis Mazzello IV.”

“I mean, yeah, but you’re already Joe,” Ben said. “What’s his nickname gonna be?”

“Joey?” Gwilym guessed.

“I call him Joey,” you said, pointing to Joe.

“We could both be Joey,” Joe said.

“That might get confusing,” Allen added.

“Whatever we call him will come naturally, I think,” you said. “He might even tell us what he wants to be called.”

“That’s true,” Joe said.

You chatted with them for a little longer, and they caught you and Joe up on what was going on in their lives. It was nice to hear from them all. The only one you hadn’t met in person was Allen, but he was very nice. When they all had to go, you hung up. You sighed and looked at Joe, happier than you had been in a long time.

“So, what would you say to a round of destressing?” he teased, leaning over to kiss you.

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” you returned, smirking.

“It’s just doctor’s orders,” he said.

“Well, I can’t very well say no to that,” you said, kissing him again.

Giggling, you made your way to the bedroom to celebrate.

The following weeks were mostly focused on the move. You and Joe hired movers since you were well into your second trimester and it wasn’t safe for you to lift anything. It made you feel incredibly useless throughout the process. Joe insisted you were carrying the most precious piece of your home, and therefore had no obligation to move furniture or boxes.

On the official moving day, which ended up being late September, you spent time with Christy while Joe oversaw the moving process. It was nice to get quality time with her and celebrate your friendship together before you both took steps you knew meant less time for each other. Several times throughout the day, you got a little emotional thinking about it. As much as you loved Joe, you were going to miss Christy dearly. You were walking together in Central Park when you had to stop and rest.

“Sorry,” you said as you took a seat on a bench. “I’m feeling a little nauseous.”

“Ice cream didn’t agree with little Joey?” she wondered.

You shook your head. “I dunno. I’m still having a lot of nausea. Not as much as the first trimester, but enough to be annoyed.”

“Is that normal?” she asked.

“I have no idea,” you said with a shrug. “Pregnancy is so fucking weird I figure there’s no ‘normal’ way, y’know?”

“I guess that’s fair,” she chuckled.

“According to Google I shouldn’t worry,” you said. “It’s probably just that my hormones are going crazy right now.”

“It just sucks you can’t take anything,” she said.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “I get headaches a lot too, so it’s doubly awful.”

“God, I’m never getting pregnant,” she joked.

“Never say never,” you returned. “Don’t forget we weren’t trying for Joey here.”

She laughed. “I’m gonna be super careful to not get pregnant,” she corrected.

When you were feeling better, you began walking again. You told her about all the things you and Joe had done to prepare the house and what you’d gotten for the nursery. She was honestly thrilled for you and couldn’t wait to see it.

Joe picked you up from the park, looking sweaty and exhausted from a whole day of moving. After saying goodbye to Christy, you slid into the passenger seat, cradling your belly in one hand as you settled in. Joe kissed your cheek.

“You look sexy,” you joked, wiping his hair off his soaked forehead.

He smiled. “The house is almost done. We just need to unpack clothes, but I’ve got stuff for us to wear tonight.”

“Okay, we can take care of that tomorrow,” you said. “I can’t wait to see it.”

It looked much like you had imagined it would over the weeks. You and Joe had picked out everything together, and it really felt like yours. This was the Mazzello home. Joe wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you walked through it together. There were boxes of clothes, and some kitchen things that needed to be put away, but that was all part of moving.

“Welcome home,” Joe said.

You grinned. “It’s perfect.”

That evening, after you and Joe ordered a pizza and had that for dinner, you settled into bed pretty early. For the first night in many, you didn’t make love because he was so tired. You didn’t push because your stomach still felt a little queasy and you didn’t feel super sexy. Just as you leaned back against your pillows and cracked open a book, your phone rang.

“Who’s that?” Joe mumbled beside you, half asleep already.

“It’s Christy,” you said, and picked up. “Hey, sweetie. What’s up?”

“I just got our mail,” she said. “You’ve got a letter from Nick.”

“What?” you gasped. “Can you bring it over? We’re already in bed.”

She scoffed. “Really? You leave our apartment for one day and you’re already a grandmother?”

“We’re lame and tired,” you returned, trying to joke but worry was too strong in your heart. “Can you just bring it?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, and hung up. You knew she was already on the way.

“What’s up?” Joe asked.

“Nothing, baby,” you assured him, kissing his cheek. “Go to sleep. I just left a few things at the apartment.”

He muttered something else, but you didn’t really take it in. You got up, put on sweatpants and went downstairs to wait for Christy. The fifteen minute trip felt like hours when she was bringing you word from Nick. You hoped this meant he was ready to take a plea bargain and you wouldn’t have to go to court again.

When she arrived, you opened the door before she could knock. She had the letter and a few other things for you, but you just tossed them on the counter as you turned the kitchen light on. You eagerly ripped the letter open and pulled it out, your eyes frantically scanning the page. Your mouth fell open at what you read.

“What?” Christy asked. “What did he say?”

“What did who say?” Joe added as he came into the room. “What’s going on?”

“Nick wrote me from jail,” you told him.

“Why’d you say it was nothing?” he demanded.

“I wanted you to rest!” you insisted. “Why are you up?”

“I don’t sleep well without you next to me,” he said.

You didn’t have time to admire that sentiment. Christy let out a frustrated groan.

“You two are adorable, but we don’t have time for this!” she cried. “Y/N, what did Nick say?”

They both had curious eyes on you as you read the words on the page once more, cementing their reality in your head.

“He wants to see me,” you told them. “He says he’ll take the plea bargain but only if I come and talk to him. But he doesn’t say what it’s about.”

“This feels slimy,” Christy said. “Like a trap.”

“He can’t hurt me,” you said. “It’s all supervised.”

“Y/N, are seriously considering going?” Joe questioned.

“Of course,” you said. “If I can end this sooner, I want to take the opportunity.”

“But if you can get him in court -” Christy began but you cut her off.

“We don’t know that for sure,” you said. “And the court date sucks because Joe’s gonna be in London for the BoRhap premiere and you’re going to be in Florida with your boyfriend. I’d have to go alone.”

“What if he’s lying?” Joe asked. “I’m with Christy, I think he just wants to try and intimidate you again.”

“Well, so what if it is?” you said. “Then we’ll go about it the original plan. I don’t see what harm it can do.”

“It could cause you more stress, and the doctor said to do things that do the opposite of that,” he reminded you.

“It could also relieve the stress,” you argued. “Because then I won’t be so scared about going alone to court.”

“Why do you want to go so bad?” he questioned.

“All the reasons I’ve just said!” you returned. “Aren’t you listening to me?”

“I just don’t understand why you’re giving him the satisfaction,” he said, heaving a sigh. “This puts all the power in his hands.”

“It’s not about having power, it’s about finishing this,” you said. “I want to move on from him, and the sooner the better. A whole month before the court date.”

“Y/N, you can’t do this,” he said. “I’m gonna have to put my foot down.”

Your mouth fell open and you blinked at him for several moments. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“Oh my God, run, Joe,” Christy muttered to him.

“I said I’m putting my foot down,” he repeated. “No.”

“You know if you’re gonna keep speaking to me like that, you might as well get me a chew toy,” you spat.

“I didn’t mean -”

You cut across him. “Oh, didn’t you? Because that’s how you talk to dogs and badly behaved children, but definitely not your girlfriend who is five months pregnant with your child.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking down.

“Apology accepted,” you said. “I love you and value your opinion, Joe, and you don’t always have to agree with me. But you will treat me with some goddamn respect.”

“Jesus, Y/N, use a dick,” Christy breathed.

“You’re right,” he conceded, ignoring your friend. “Again, I’m sorry. It’s been a long day, and I just worry about you. That’s all.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” you said with a sigh. “I’m going to see Nick. And you can come with me or not, but I’m going.”

“I’ll come with you,” he said. “Doesn’t mean I think it’s right, but I don’t want you to go alone.”

When you had everything arranged to go and see Nick, you found yourself more nervous than you thought you’d be. You tried to think of what you could say to him, but Joe and Christy advised waiting until hearing what he had to say before forming any ideas. Not having anything prepared though made you feel anxious.

The jail he was being held in also made you nervous. The officers there were stern and intimidating, but you figured they had to be with the job they had. You would see Nick in a common area that reminded you of a school cafeteria, but a lot scarier. Nick looked rather pathetic is in uniform, and he’d clearly not gotten any drugs either. His recent bout with withdrawal was written all over his face.

Joe held your hand tightly as you took a deep breath. Nick would also now know that you were pregnant. You’d been careful during the first court date to wear loose clothes and hide your bump. It helped that he hadn’t looked very hard at you. You saw his eyes go wide when he noticed it now. You placed your hand on your bump as you took a seat across from him. Joe remained standing, keeping a hand on your shoulder as he glowered at Nick.

“So,” you said. “What do you want to say?”

“First of all, I want to say I’m sorry, Y/N,” he began. “I’m really sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you.”

“Okay,” you said, your voice stony. “You tried to say that before you broke my phone and wrecked my apartment. You’re gonna have to do better, Nick.”

“I don’t know what came over me there,” he said.

“I do,” you remarked.

“Please, let me finish,” he said, and you got quiet. “I don’t know what came over me. I truly didn’t go there with the intention of hurting you or begging for you back. I went there to ask you for money, and I lied to try and get it from you, I know. I don’t know why you having a boyfriend upset me so much.”

“Did you think there was still hope for us?” you asked.

He looked down at his hands. “Maybe a little. I always thought if I got clean...you might...”

“Forgive you for selling naked photos of me?” you wondered in disbelief. “How could I ever get past that?”

“You’re right, it was stupid,” he admitted. “But I couldn’t help but hold out hope, y’know?”

“This is getting off track,” you said. “Is there anything else you wanted?”

“I just want to know that you forgive me,” he told you. “It’s the only way I’ll be able to face a year in prison.”

You completely hardened as you glared at him. “You wanna know what I faced because of what you did? I was a prisoner in my own head, fearing every fucking camera I came into contact with. I was afraid for my job, for my reputation. I lost friends and family. It affected my relationship with Joe. And then you sent them to him and his friends and God knows who else! I had to start over all the progress I’d made on moving past it! And you want my forgiveness so that you can go to prison and feel okay?”

He sputtered for words.

“I forgive you, Nick,” you said, and he looked at you, wide-eyed. “But not for your sake. I’m forgiving you so I can move on with my own life and focus on this.” You placed your hand on your belly again. “He’s my life now. I’m looking forward, because I can’t look at you anymore.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and your head started to pound. You winced with pain and Joe knelt closer to you.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded. “I think so. I’m ready to go now.”

You both looked at Nick and then you spoke again. “Is there anything else? Are you ready to take the plea deal?”

“Yeah,” he said simply. “Just one more thing.”

You looked expectantly at him. He nodded toward your baby bump.

“If I had never gotten into the drugs, do you think that could have been us?”

“No,” you said simply. “It was always going to be me and Joe.”

He nodded, resigned, and you told the guard you were ready. You could feel Nick’s eyes on you as you left, willing you to turn around for one last meaningful look, but you didn’t give it to him. You were ending this on your terms. And that meant turning your back to him forever and pressing on with Joe and your son.

When you exited the prison, you felt so free. Joe looked hard at you. You’d gotten a little emotional inside, but that was gone now. Relief washed over you like a wave.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he wondered.

“Yeah,” you said, taking his hand as you made your back to your car. You stopped him before you got in, turning him to face you.

“I meant what I said in there,” you said. “It’s me and you now, okay? And little Joey. I’m not worried about anyone from the past. Not when I’ve got you two.”

He kissed you, his hands coming up to cradle your face as his lips claimed yours. This kiss sealed it.

“No more looking back,” he agreed. “I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I gave you a hard time about this.”

“I love you too,” you said. “And don’t worry about it. I understand why, and it makes me love you even more. You still supported me through it. Thank you, Joe.”

“You feel good about everything?” he asked.

“I do,” you assured him. “It feels like closure.”

He pulled you into a hug. “Good.”

You broke away and you both climbed into the car.

“You know what this means?” you said eagerly as he started to drive back to the house.

“No, what?” he wondered.

“We can just be excited about the premiere of Bohemian Rhapsody!” you squealed. “Yay!”

He laughed. “And then Joey’s gonna get here!”

“I know!” you cried. “We’ve got so much to look forward to!”

[wolfdws]

WOO this got loooong Don’t really know if this needs any special tags or not; Very vague abuse things, mostly re: Jesse feeling that he is not Allowed certain things, but other stuff too. Some sexual stuff but its like, rated T. 

It was day one of LA Pride in California and Jesse and Lou had checked into their hotel room about an hour ago. Jesse was nervous. The two of them had set their bags onto the king-sized bed, breathing twin sighs of relief to finally have a place to relax and get ready for the big day ahead of them. It took 3 days for Jesse to drive out here and meet Lou – well, closer to 2ish with Jesse’s penchant for pushing the speed limit and sleeping almost never.

Lou had gotten straight to work on his makeup, extracting what looked to Jesse like an entire mini suitcase stuffed full of products and then taking over the bathroom. Jesse could hear him now, singing along to the music pumping out from his phone in front of the bathroom mirror. A glance confirmed he was deep in his own concentration – from where Jesse was seated on a cushioned armchair, he could see Lou’s slender body leaning over the sink, long tan legs gleaming with some kind of sparkling lotion, face close to the mirror.

Lou was already half dressed to head out for day one – strappy black sandals, a flowy chiffon blouse that would help him fare well in the midday heat, and bright red shorts so tiny Jesse wondered if Lou hadn’t found them in the junior’s section. Oftentimes an outfit like that signaled Lou might want to go by Lucy or use she/her on that particular day but so far Lou hadn’t said anything – Jesse got the feeling Lou wasn’t quite sure yet. So he’d just keep calling him Lou like usual.

Jesse turned his gaze away from the eye-catching red to glance at Lou’s face. He’d already smoked up his eyelids with shades of black and brown and was painting on a bright teal line to hide the seam of his lashes.

Jesse looked down to his own feet. Broken in black high tops, laces tucked in; blue jeans with the knees nearly bare; a plain grey tee shirt. He looked like he belonged somewhere else – he wasn’t sure where, but not at a Pride festival.

“You’re looking butch as always.”

Jesse jolted a little, looking up from his lap into Lou’s contoured face.  He hadn’t noticed him leave the bathroom and come over.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” Lou pressed. Jesse frowned self-consciously.

“It’s comfortable,” he offered meekly, slouched in the chair and frowning defensively. Lou’s eyes searched his face, quirking one chiseled brow upward. He seemed to consider how best to approach this, then sighed and rested one hand on a slender hip.

“What happened to your studs?” He asked, gesturing with his free hand to Jesse’s ears. The slouching man got even lower in his seat.

A minute passed this way – Lou poking and prodding over Jesse’s outfit, Jesse getting increasingly flustered with each comment, until at last the larger man snapped in nervous frustration: “It doesn’t matter, Lou! We’re just- gonna walk around, so what’s it matter?”

“Just walk around? It’s Pride!”

“I know!”

This last word Jesse nearly bellowed, leaned forward heatedly in his seat, then silence lapsed between the two of them.

Lou pursed his lips – painted red, like his shorts – and then perched himself on the arm of the chair, swung his legs across Jesse’s front to rest his shaven calves on the opposite arm.

“Your first Pride’s important,” Lou murmured, voice gone soft. A hand came up to toy gently with Jesse’s hair. “It’s supposed to be fun. What’s the matter here, Jess?”

Jesse’s frown persisted, but the heat had drained from him, leaving behind only vulnerability. Lou’s yellow eyes held him for a moment before he broke the stare to look down at his lap again. How was he supposed to explain the feeling he got just thinking of wearing anything other than this – perfectly invisible, unspecial, unnoticeable, comfortable clothes? The paranoia that everyone had to be staring, judging, the too much feeling.

“I…don’t wanna…look stupid or anything.”

A soft noise from Lou, somewhere between a hum and a sigh. A little grin stretched his bright lips as he tugged Jesse’s chin up with one skinny finger - an almost mothering expression, not quite calling the worry silly but the comforting smile of someone who knew better, knew what a useless worry it was.

“Baby boy,” Lou huffed with a smile, looking into Jesse’s face, “You are not going to look stupid. There are hundreds of thousands of people here all weekend, and if it helps you to relax, I can promise that they’re all going to be way too busy getting drunk, high, and laid to spend much time judging you.”

A brief pause, then Lou added with a smirk, “Plus, I’ll be beside you. They’ll for sure be looking at me.”

At this, Jesse snorted out a quick laugh and the anxious lines around his eyes softened a bit.

“Now,” Lou continued, gentle but firm, “I know you’re gonna be out of your comfort zone - but you’re gonna regret it if you don’t take advantage of your first Pride to experiment a little. So we’re gonna get you fixed up.”

Jesse’s worry returned immediately. “How fixed up?”

“Oh, relax,” Lou pretended to swat at Jesse (ignoring the micro-flinch it pulled from him) then stood to grab Jesse’s bag from the bed and dug out his diamond studs. “Your dad is three thousand miles away; it’s just me and a couple hundred thousand other gays.” He leaned down slightly to carefully put the studs in – one in each earlobe.

“Ahh,” Lou grinned wide, “Already much better. They make your eyes look so much brighter.” Lou trailed one finger over the clear sparkle of one diamond, looking into Jesse’s whole face for a moment before collecting himself and straightening.

“I’m guessing those are the only shoes you brought?” Lou asked while he dug around through Jesse’s bag some more. He heard Jesse’s affirmative grunt over his shoulder. Predictable. “Then we’ll have to do something about your pants…Is this really all you have? I need to take you shopping.”

“You can if you want.”

Lou paused, twisting to peer at the man still slouching in the armchair. “Really?”

Jesse gave one of his vague shrugs. “If you want.”

Lou was grinning, a genuine excitement to treat his friend – who so rarely let himself be treated kindly at all - running through him. A barely-contained squeak had Jesse rolling his eyes but looking amused.  

“You’ll still have to look like a bum for today but-“

“Hey!”

“-we can get you so much awesome stuff for later!”

--

In the end, Lou pushed Jesse into wearing darker, more fitted jeans (all the while asking how on earth Jesse would tolerate the heat, but the taller man didn’t seem worried) and the only not-greyish thing in his wardrobe: a fitted t-shirt of a very pale pink with a shallow v-neck. In Lou’s eyes, it at least wasn’t another grey sweatshirt. Jesse, for his part, felt very exposed but was doing his best to channel the nervous energy into excitement.

If Lou had been someone else, he might have hesitated or felt bad for making Jesse so clearly uncomfortable. But he knew that his friend needed to be pushed out of his comfort zone, that really he would be grateful for this in the long run, even if he was anxious for the moment. And Lou wasn’t faint-hearted; he could give out a little tough love and not feel bad about it in the slightest. His demeanor was not one for apologizing all day.

At last, Lou and Jesse left the hotel room and took to the streets for the first afternoon of Pride. The big parade itself wasn’t until tomorrow, so they had their Friday afternoon wide open to walk the beach in Santa Monica, visit shops, eat good food, and mingle around more LGBT people in one space than Jesse had ever seen in his life.

Jesse insisted on spending a good two hours at the beach – Lou tolerated this first because it gave him an excuse to show off the red hat that matched his shorts, and secondly because, although he hated to admit it, it was almost impossible to deny Jesse anything when he had that genuine pleading look on his face. Damn him.

Lou got his payback soon, though – spending almost the entire rest of their sunny afternoon dragging Jesse store to store for new clothes. Jesse was obviously struggling a little with it – but Lou pressed on, maintaining his usual flagrant positivity that left no room for self-doubt, but occasionally slowing down when he could sense Jesse really needed it.

Jesse had a sort of affinity for small and clean and soft, Lou soon realized. Flashy scared him away – he wouldn’t even touch anything with sparkle or glitter. But an otherwise simple crew neck sweater with a tiny stack of straight lines stitched into the chest, red, orange, yellow and on down to purple, made him pause. Lou smiled softly, watching him thumb at the pattern.

They argued over some pieces – Jesse had to get at least one thing that showed skin, Lou insisted. It was a crying shame that Jesse never showed off his midriff. Lou knew because he’d seen it plenty of times and never got tired of it.

By the end of the day, Jesse’s heels ached, and he wanted to sit down and recharge from all the energy that took from him – mentally, emotionally, physically.

The pair returned to their hotel room and dropped a half dozen bags onto the floor. Jesse groaned as he collapsed onto the carpet and set to neatly folding all his new things and reorganizing his bag. Lou helped out – sort of. He dug around Jesse’s duffel and tossed some of the oldest things with the most holes in them, chiding Jesse all the while for not putting enough effort into his appearance.

“You have to admit it’s at least useful to look good.” Lou appealed to his friend’s overly practical sense of logic. “People are willing to do more for you that way.”

Jesse hummed, partially won over, while he struggled to fold the crop top Lou had forced him to buy. “Sometimes.”

“Always.” Lou snatched the fabric from Jesse’s hands and did the folding himself. “You never know when you’ll need a favor from someone.”

Jesse only raised a brow at that, and leaned back against the edge of the bed, fed up with folding.

Lou tucked the crop top into one of the bags, now neatly folded, and turned yellow eyes on Jesse.

“Did you have a good day?”

Jesse’s blink was fatigued, but his grey eyes were honest. “Tiring, but yeah, good.��

“Good. I told you so.”

Then Lou grinned and slid smoothly into Jesse’s lap, knees planting on either side of his hips.

Another arched brow; the twitch of a tired smirk.

“I saw what else you packed in your bag.” Lou wagged his brows salaciously.

The brow lifted another notch, but Jesse remained otherwise unstirred.

“What, not a single one of those condoms is meant for me?” Lou pouted.

“They’re meant for whoever needs them.” Jesse rumbled, letting his tired head fall back against the soft duvet. Lou took the opportunity to peck kisses over his throat.

“I’ll do all the work.” He promised with a chuckle, and it got Jesse to snort.

“Hmmm,” the noise was low in Jesse’s throat, rough fingers petting a little at Lou’s sides, toying.

Lou gave an exasperated eyeroll, wriggling at the tingly feeling that went up his ribs. It was easy for Jesse to get under Lou’s skin, but Lou couldn’t ever manage the same effect with any kind of consistency. “You know, it kinda hits a girl’s self esteem when you have to think about it so-”

A yelp broke the quiet of their conversation when Jesse slipped an arm around Lou’s waist to stand and tossed him onto the bed, laughing.

--

They stayed together Friday to Sunday, and Lou got the rare treat of seeing his friend comfortable in his own skin, unafraid. He was also treated to the usual torture of fighting the bittersweet affection that welled up every time Jesse laughed or smiled – really laughed or smiled, the kind that lit his whole face up and made Lou wish things had gone differently between them. But it was so good to see him happy. Even if the broad-shouldered, rugged guy that hit on Jesse at the bar Saturday night and accompanied them back to their room got Jesse to sweat in ways that Lou never could.

Monday was their last day – the Pride was technically over as of 2 AM the night prior, but they stuck around for the morning after. Jesse had to start driving back by lunchtime.

Their last stop after breakfast was a men’s lingerie boutique that Lou had spied on day one and waited for until now, mostly because he knew otherwise he would have blown his whole budget on their first morning.

Jesse stood around and looked vaguely uncomfortable while Lou took his time fingering through piles of bralettes and garters. He wondered if any of them would get Jesse to look at him the way he wished he would. Probably not – Lou knew Jesse was only ever moderately into him. They had given it a chance, and Lou was forever grateful that Jesse had really tried for him, but they just didn’t click that way.

Glancing over, Lou paused and smiled to himself, spying Jesse a few displays over staring at something with a thoughtful frown.

Jesse jumped – like usual – when Lou poked suddenly at his ribs and peered around his arm.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, big guy?”

“Nothin’.” Jesse rumbled, retracting the hand that had tentatively reached out to trace the lace waistband on an otherwise normal pair of boxer-briefs. Heat started burning over his shoulders and onto his cheeks, flushing him an embarrassed red. He tried to turn away.

“Woah, easy,” Lou took him by the arm and steadied him. “I was just asking – they’re nice!” Lou reached out to feel the pair for himself.

Jesse stilled, slightly mollified, but didn’t reach out to touch anything else.

Lou pursed his lips while Jesse frowned, self-conscious.

“You should get some of this stuff.” Lou’s suggestion was soft but bright, encouraging.

Jesse rumbled low in his throat, a negative sound. “I would look like an idiot.”

“I wouldn’t think so.” Lou shook his head. “And I bet that asshole you like to sleep with wouldn’t mind either.”

Jesse shot a disapproving look down at Lou. “Mitch already knows I’m an idiot.” He found himself curious if Lou might be right, though.

“Then there’s nothing to lose!”

They stood at an impasse for a minute or two, Jesse looking over the display – it was really some of the most conservative stuff the store had; tame compared to everything else around it. Lou was a light, encouraging weight at his side. The store was mostly empty aside from them; quiet.

When Jesse heard Lou speak again, the softness there took him by surprise.

“You’re allowed to have these things, Jesse. Soft things. You’re allowed to have things you like just because you like them. Doesn’t have to be multi-use and practical and only the bare necessities, you know. They make you feel good? You like them? Get them. You’re allowed to have and feel good things. Good, soft things.”

Jesse’s throat tightened.

Carefully, he picked up what he’d had his eye on. Behind his arm, Lou hardly dared to smile lest he spoil the moment of bravery.

Jesse cautiously went to buy what he’d selected, and Lou bit his lip, eagerly picking up a few more things he’d seen Jesse’s eyes linger on – much needed gifts for his friend.

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Jesse returned home from his first Pride and felt overwhelmed by how much stuff he had to hide now. Luckily, most of what he’d bought with Lou wasn’t actually that bad – things he could wear that nobody would think anything of except that he’d dressed better than usual.

But there was the sweater with the tiny, minimalist rainbow, a small pride flag pin, and of course the underwear.

He didn’t dare keep them in his usual drawers at home – sometimes Mathias rooted through his things just because he could. So he ended up simply keeping them stashed in the duffel bag he’d taken with him to LA, and left that at the off-white safehouse that almost nobody used.

He was too afraid to wear any of it at home, so he only got to wear it when he stayed nights at the safehouse. That usually meant Mitch was there – Lou was right, Jesse found; Mitch liked the lace. He didn’t wear them around Mitch often, though. The taller man was rough, which suited Jesse’s tastes, but usually meant clothes could get stretched or torn.

Instead, he took them out only rarely, when he was at the safehouse all alone. It made him miss Lou and California and how easy it was to breathe out there. He liked to lay alone in bed with his music playing, bathing in moonlight from the window, and idly let his fingers enjoy the feel of lace on his hips - or silk, or even the almost fuzzy soft lounge boxers Lou had snagged. Sometimes he didn’t want anything to do with them – days where anything soft made him feel unlike himself, and all he wanted was baggy and comfortable and grey. Lou could try all he liked, but that was just part of who Jesse was. Still, some nights he could enjoy deviating from his norm.

You are allowed to feel good, soft things. It was rare that Jesse remembered to try. After things with the family started escalating again, he forgot about the duffel bag – and its contents – almost completely, until it sat untouched in the safehouse closet, waiting for when he would need it again.

[warxiwarxi]

[clown-bait]

Paranormal Journeys (Pt8) Tortured

Update time! When we last heard of the trashpire she was in a bit of a sticky situation a new face arrived on the scene and somehow she lost a finger. Pennywise is not happy about any of this. Especially because he had to get help from his nemesis. At this point you should just get a pet tracker for your girl Pen she seems to get herself into trouble way too often.

Oh right and some music to go along with this chapter:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHQUfgq1seM

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Ch 15 Tortured

“Well, well, well if it isn't my favorite bitch! You know I was going to send you some Frontline for christmas since the last time I walked by your house I got covered in fleas.” Leech grinned through the ichor leaking from her face as the alpha werewolf Danielle walked into the barn and backhanded her already bruised face.

“Still making dog jokes even though you're the one on a leash? Leech I knew you were obnoxious but this is just pathetic.”

“H-harder mommy.” Leech whimpered through the sting of the she-wolfs hand.

“ugh and still disgusting.”

“At least when it rains I don't smell like wet dog!” The vampire called out as her rival turned away to Zander who had grabbed her arm as she passed.

“Wait you know her?”

“Unfortunately. I also know that the creature she's dating is the creature you've been looking for Zander”

“You fucked Humperdink?!” Leech shouted from behind them. The she-wolf turned to her in confusion.

“What?”

“She's been referencing Princess Bride for hours now.” Chris sighed.

“It's a classic! I’ve been trying to get Penny to watch it with me forever now. He liked Labyrinth though so not all hope is lost.”

“Yeah back to *ahem* Penny. The clown that was in the house thats what killed your sister and whats more disgusting she's dating it.” Danielle pointed at Leech who was raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“She's what now?”

“Ok listen its more than just dating, we’re a mated imprinted pair! Like- uh shit how did he describe it…ducklings? Violent sexual ducklings!” Leech called out to them in annoyance. The group grimaced and turned back to ignore her.

“Well, thats a mental image I never needed.” Rick said while rubbing his temples. Danielle regained her composure after cringing at the thought of what the clown and his vampire got up to when they were alone.

“Look I'm not going to explain it but you can help me stop it, using her as bait.” she said to the group while Leech yelled in shock.

“Oh my god you absolute bitch!!” the nosferatu spat and struggled in her restraints.

“She's just as evil as the creature its self so don't feel bad about anything I'm about to suggest but were going to have to torture her a bit for information.”

Chris and Zander both nodded, Rick hesitated but agreed when he saw the others eagerness to work together on this one.

“I am so not evil…..wait no yeah, yeah I am.” Leech snarked at them once again. Whatever it was these humans thought they could do to her she's had worse.

“Get something sharp and silver. Vampires cant tolerate it.” the werewolf grinned. Leech's smile faded as she heard a mirror shatter.

“Ah fuck.”

The werewolf cautiously approached leech brandishing the silver mirror shard in one hand holy water in the other. “Tell us how to get to the clown.”

“You'll have to kill me.” the nosferatu spat.

“Splash her.”

Holy water sliced into Leech’s abused skin fizzing and bubbling like acid. The vampire cursed and whimpered. Then she laughed.

“M-more” she panted and was struck with the water again.  

“Let's try once more how do I find the clown?”

“Have you checked the circus?”

“You're not funny”

“And you snack on milk bones.”

“Hand me the crucifix.” the alpha said to Chris as Leech hollered out to the group.

“Don't believe me? Check her purse! I’ve totally seen some in there!”

The she-wolf pulled out a large cross from a sheet. The nosferatu smiled.

“Oh! We’re gonna get rough I see. Well, we all know I like it rough!” Leech’s sneer turned into a wail of pain as she was brought to the floor. The cross pushing her down via searing internal agony until the thing started to catch fire in Danielle’s hands.

“Th-that it?” the vampire panted and rolled onto her back.

“If you wont tell us how to find him well make him come to us” Danielle sighed putting the cross away. Her prey was as stubborn as she was annoying time for a different tactic.

“He's going to wipe you from existence when he finds out you betrayed him.” Leech snarled keeping her voice low so the humans couldn't hear her. “Why are you risking this?”

“For power. I kill you and put your clown back to sleep, then for 27 long years the town is ours to do with as we please.”

“Always knew you needed to be put down.” Leech muttered.

The blonde bared her teeth and plucked a pair of old rusted sheep sheers off the wall. She turned to Chris who had been wearily watching her since she had entered the barn. “Here make yourself useful.” she called to him holding out the clippers. The ghost hunter took the sheers and looked at the blonde woman and then over to the chained monster on the dusty barn floor.

“You know I don't have any hair right?” the vampire called out from the background.

The she-wolf rolled her eyes and turned to Zander. “Z this thing on the floor? She can lead the creature to us, the thing that killed your sister we have to use her to make sure justice is done.”

“IT would come for her?” the lead ghost hunter asked.

“Oh baby you have no idea!” Leech flashed the room a devilish smile still trying to taunt her captors.

“Ew.” Chris grimaced

“Yeah ok someone help me grab her at least we can shut her up” Zander pulled on Rick’s arm who moved to restrain the nosferatu. Leech raised her eyebrows in amusement as she was thrown to the floor and held down.

“Uh Z? What am I cutting off?” Chris asked

“Well, she doesn't have any hair…. maybe a piece of her shirt?”

Chris and Danielle both shot Zander a questioning look, then gave the same to the vampire when she started laughing from her spot on the floor.

“HA pussies! Like Pennywise would risk everything for a piece of fabric! You gotta cut off something I’d miss!”

“Why are you encouraging that??” The she-wolf shouted completely dumbfounded.

“Honestly? Cause your attempts at being evil here are pretty lame.”

“wh-“

“Plus the guy you gave those scissors to doesn't look like he has the balls to do it anyway.”

“well yeah you're talking about amputating something here!” Chris shouted.

“Just cut off her finger Chris.” Danielle rolled her eyes growing tired and impatient.

“Yeah Chris do it! Bet you’ll bitch out!” Leech yelled and taunted again.

“Chris wait we don't have to do this!” Zander could smell the potential lawsuit from here. His little revenge plot has gotten way out of hand. He had never really expected to find anything and when he did he had just sorta been winging it till he met Danielle in that bar.

“Humperdink is a pussy you gonna let a guy like that control your life? Cut off my finger” Leech shouted again.

“I-“

“Chris I'm your boss listen to me” Zander pleaded.

“I dont-“

“what are you waiting for be a man DO IT!” Danielle shouted this time.

“Z, I cant-“

“HA! I knew it!” Leech called out triumphantly as if she had just won some kind of prize. Zander continued to shout at his teammate while Danielle motioned the ghost hunter to proceed. The whole thing was a bit overwhelming for him to say the least.

Chris looked at Zander who was now shouting orders at him, the woman he chose to sleep with instead of him and the insane bald creature on the floor.

“This is some real half assed torture you've organized here Danielle I'm kinda embarrassed for you. Seriously you should brush up on your technique cause- FUCK” something behind Leech landed on the floor in a wet thud. “Holy shit I didn't think he'd actually do it…….” the vampire said in a small shocked voice as her breathing rapidly began to increase. The barn was silent in shock, for only a moment nothing but a few splatter noises of thick ichor falling for Leech’s hand. Then the vampire gasped and lurched forward before opening her mouth to scream.

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Over all the eons he had existed today had to be one of the top ten worst days of pennywise’s immortal life. the clown led his nemesis down the corridors of his sewer preferring to travel this way and to keep the existence of his- friends is too strong of a word…..associates he has been forced to live with. Yes much better! The existence of his associates hidden.

The group didn't seem too  troubled over his mates plight anyway. Which infuriated the clown even when he showed them her severed finger they rolled their eyes. If they only knew of her condition! At least two of them would actually be concerned!

“Soooo…” the human behind him began to speak. Pennywise let out a low clicking growl in annoyance

“What”

“Now that we have this…truce..I have a few-“

“You get three.”

“Can one of them be how to kill you?”

“No.”

“All right then when did you grow feelings?”

“I didn't grow feelings.”

“That’s not what i saw back at the house”

the clown bared his fangs. “Next question.”

“You cant give me three questions and then refuse to answer them.”

“The only reason you're alive right now sheep boy, is because your grandfather was clever enough to build his farm somewhere I can’t reach. Which way?”

“Left. Are you controlling her mind how did this start?”

Pennywise laughed at that. “You think I wanted this to happen? I was quite content till Leechie ruined my life. She came on to me.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“For all your snooping you sure don't know much. Humans, so moronic.” the clown grinned to himself. Mike chewed over the implications that someone could actually find this thing attractive enough to pursue it and even fall in love with it. Whoever or whatever Lucy Smith really was she must be sick in the head.

“What is she?”

Pennywise turned his head back and smirked as he walked. “Not human. Something much, much better.”

“Do you love her?”

The clown stopped cold. “That was three questions I'm not answering that.”

“You didn't answer it the first time. Do you love her?”

Pennywise stood still and silent. Mike couldn't see the clown’s ocean blue eyes or the slight quiver of his lip in the dark sewer tunnel but from the absolute stillness the librarian seemed to have his answer.

“We’re making another left.” Mike finally spoke up snapping Pennywise from his trance-like state. “I cant believe you of all people fell in love”

“Shut up Mikey.”

“Clearly she's had quite the effect on you.”

“I SAID THATS ENOUGH”

“The others aren't going to believe me when I tell them-“

Pennywise turned and roared in the librarians face. His fangs multiplying so much they no longer fit in his own mouth while his eyes bulged their alarming red and yellow. “NO! SHE STAYS OUT OF THIS” he practically spat bits of flesh into Mike’s eyes in his rage. It took a lot for the librarian to remain as calm as possible trying to remind himself that IT still needed his help and was desperate enough to broker a truce. He'd keep this bit of information for a later use, Pennywise may have a weakness after all.  As the clown turned back around still with those bulging glowing eyes lighting the sewer Mike sighed and boldly gave him one final jab to the ego.

“You definitely love her.”

“I hate your species so much” Pennywise mumbled and continued to blindly lead the way to the outer reaches of his territory.

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They came to the end of the sewers greeted by the lush forest surrounding the town animals skittered away in fright at the sight of the creature that emerged from its domain squinting slightly in the light and sniffing the air.

“I don't smell her.” he snarled “Did you lie to me human?! I can find out yes I can! I’ll pluck out your eyes one by one and tear out your ears!” he sang and threatened the poor librarian who stood his ground and shook his head.

“No, I didn't lie. This is the back way to the farm a way only I know about.”

Penny snarled and huffed impatient and hungry from his walk. “Show me.”

“You have to promise”

“Yes, yes your life will be spared if she is unharmed.”

“No you have to promise not to kill anymore children.”

Penny bared his teeth at the librarian. He was close enough he could kill him now and search himself, it would take more time but he'd at least be rid of the little lighthouse keeper of those kids. The clown flexed his claws but paused when something crawled out of the river. A turtle hauled its self out onto a rock to dry in the last remaining beads of light in the setting sun something fluttered in the air around it landing on its shell and unfolding its pale wings. The moth sat on the reptile for a few moments before fluttering onto the clowns claw then out of his grasp forever off into the sky. A warning from his brother. Figures.

“This will not last.” Penny said at last.

“I didn't think it would. If it happens again, if you take a child I will call them back.”

“We have a deal then.” the clown grumbled. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place here. If Leech wasn't so vulnerable he could have said no and just gobbled his long time nemesis up but no. Things had to happen now at the cusp of everything important. He had little choice and he felt helpless and angry. For the first time he had something that made him happy other than food and his brother had to ruin his fun. First he’ll end the losers, then Maturin. He would see to it they all pay.

“Its just this way theres an entrance to the main barn through the cellar, I-I’d hide here when I was younger to get out of slaughterhouse work.”

“Couldn't take a life of a lamb could ya Mikey?” Penny sneered

“I raised them myself, its harder when they're your’s… but then again you wouldn't understand that would you.”

The clown snarled and let out a growl that was thick with offense. “I am learning.” was his answer as he pushed through the dusty wooden door. Mike chewed on the creatures words for a bit. What did that mean? The creature’s sense of urgency was starting to take on a much deeper meaning now as the librarian followed after him.

The cavern got darker and darker as they pushed forward Pennywise melting into the shadows despite his silver costume. Mike used a flashlight to keep track of the thing from his nightmares as it sniffed the dust filled air. Pennywise paused and inhaled deep a low gravely whine escaped his throat and he inhaled again as if the intoxicating scent was quelling an addiction.

“She's here.” he began “She's wounded.”

“Well, she is missing a finger.”

“Quiet human!” penny snapped and listened to the silent cellar.

His eyes flicked forward when he heard it. it was feint but ominous. Someone was singing and Penny knew the song well. She had been singing it non stop for a week now.  

Well you can't hold me

I'm too slippery

I do no sleeping

I get lonely

You can touch me

If you want to

I got poison

I just might bite you

Lie in circles

On the sunlight

Shine like diamonds

On a dark night

Ain't no mercy

In my smiling

Only fangs and

Sweet beguiling

Well the future he don't

Try to find me

Skin I been through

Dies behind me

Solid hollow

Wrapped in hatred

Not a drop of

Venom wasted

Well you can slip in

Try to find me

Hold your breath and

Flat deny me

It makes no difference

To my thinking

I'll be here when

You start sinking

The clowns posture relaxed in relief as he took in the siren call to him. He cocked his head to the side and grinned wide in the direction of the librarian who wasn't sure if it was wise to approach any further. Penny shut his eyes and sighed again.

“My Peachy.”

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Who’s ready for carnage! Cause shits about to get fucked up in the next chapter. Some graphic skin removal, playing 70s rock music on muscle tendons someone might even get shot in the face! How exciting! Oh and you know the reveal of whats been going on with our trashpire. That too.

[tuxiedjabberwock]

Some of my fav fics from back then + today

Fairy Tail

Life After Near Death - Wild Rhov (just want to take a moment to gush that I love her writing, characterization, her storylines, her everything)

Gray nearly dies in battle. Although Natsu saves his life, Gray is left severely handicapped and may never walk again. Now Gray despises Natsu, feeling weak and indebted, while the Dragon Slayer is confused with why he feels possessive over Gray. The team falls apart as both deal with intense feelings of regret, shame, desire, and both physical and emotional agony.

Fairy Tail - Rated: M - English - Tragedy/Romance - Chapters: 57 - Words: 237,370 - Reviews: 1220 - Favs: 566 - Follows: 617 - Updated: May 7 - Published: Dec 1, 2014 - [Natsu D., Gray F.] Lyon V., Juvia L.

Beastly Possession - Wild Rhov

Something is murdering people in Magnolia. When Lucy is attacked, Natsu goes on a rampage to find the culprit, and everyone in Fairy Tail wants revenge. But could this bloodthirsty attacker be someone they know? Warning: High octane nightmare fuel! Do not read while eating, and beware of red eyes in the dark!

Fairy Tail - Rated: M - English - Horror/Suspense - Chapters: 37 - Words: 160,165 - Reviews: 1588 - Favs: 1,741 - Follows: 1,279 - Updated: Aug 12, 2014 - Published: Feb 1, 2012 - [Lucy H., Natsu D.] - Complete

Lions Pride - Wild Rhov

When Lucy gets pregnant with Loke's child, Fairy Tail must protect her from the harsh laws of the Spirit World and enemies who want her half-spirit baby. The Lion fights for his lover, his child, his guild...his PRIDE!

Fairy Tail - Rated: M - English - Drama/Family - Chapters: 50 - Words: 196,375 - Reviews: 1305 - Favs: 1,437 - Follows: 732 - Updated: Sep 1, 2012 - Published: Aug 5, 2011 - [Lucy H., Loke/Leo] Gray F., Zeref - Complete

The Soul’s Inferno - MizzyPlatinum

The summer before her first year at university, Lucy Heartfilia never imagined she would find her soul mate and she certainly didn't imagine he would already be dead. Ghost AU. NaLu.

Rated: T - English - Romance/Supernatural - Chapters: 24 - Words: 79,722 - Reviews: 1813 - Favs: 819 - Follows: 1,012 - Updated: Jun 23 - Published: Jul 12, 2016 - [Natsu D., Lucy H.]

Demons of Redemption - Mnemosyne’s Elegy

When Zeref sends an emissary to Fiore to prepare for the coming war, things quickly go wrong. Gray's darkest secret is torn out of him, and the demons in his past are bigger than anyone ever realized. It's hard enough to fight against the most powerful mage in existence without having to fight against your own allies and yourself at the same time.

Fairy Tail - Rated: T - English - Angst/Drama - Chapters: 8 - Words: 79,972 - Reviews: 90 - Favs: 87 - Follows: 43 - Updated: Jul 13, 2017 - Published: Jun 2, 2017 - Gray F., Natsu D., Lyon V., Team Natsu - Complete

Detach - LoadedEel

Everything was gone. His mind was empty and brain fuzzy. His memories were erased and his magic stolen. He woke up to a blonde woman calling him Natsu and a guild full of people expecting him to act a certain way. They want to get to the bottom of this, but you know what they say...curiosity killed the cat. (Cannon divergent) Rated M for adult situations.

Fairy Tail - Rated: M - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 9 - Words: 39,775 - Reviews: 71 - Favs: 129 - Follows: 196 - Updated: Feb 10 - Published: Dec 6, 2017 - [Lucy H., Natsu D.] Erza S., Gray F.

Kidnapping Erza - CrimsonStarbird

After inclement weather causes Erza and the others to cancel their trip to Akane Resort, thus ruining Jellal's plan to have her captured and brought to the Tower of Heaven, he is forced to take matters into his own hands. Needless to say, things don't quite go to plan. They never do when Fairy Tail is involved. COMPLETE.

Fairy Tail - Rated: T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 27 - Words: 248,055 - Reviews: 205 - Favs: 118 - Follows: 93 - Updated: Jul 2, 2017 - Published: Jan 1, 2017 - [Erza S., Jellal F./Siegrain] Levy M., Natsu D. - Complete

Wild Card - xxIAmTheSkyxx

"At the end of the day, whether someone had a motive to kill or not, they're still labeled a murderer." Delving into the psyche of a serial killer isn't a pleasant endeavor, no less so than trying to understand it—and being sucked into a game of life and death with one is outright torment. Present for @kagero-assassin on Tumblr. **WARNING: THERE IS BLOOD, MURDER, AND SOCIOPATHY**

Fairy Tail - Rated: T - English - Angst/Suspense - Chapters: 1 - Words: 10,089 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 31 - Follows: 23 - Published: Feb 29, 2016 - Lucy H., Natsu D. - Complete

Kiss Me, Kill Me - kiss.pink

So a confused zombie, his sexy vampire girlfriend, her bossy witch-bitch roommate, his annoying soul-shifting neighbor, a grumpy werewolf and a random human walk into a bar...yeah, there is no punchline. "Okay, rules. Lucy, no blood. Erza, no spells. Gray, no pranks. Gajeel, no howling. And Natsu—oh my god, Natsu! Don't eat the bartender's brain! We're in public!" Only chaos. [AU]

Fairy Tail - Rated: M - English - Romance/Supernatural - Chapters: 4 - Words: 20,143 - Reviews: 64 - Favs: 144 - Follows: 194 - Updated: Apr 24, 2016 - Published: May 9, 2015 - [Lucy H., Natsu D.] Gray F.

Parallels - Mslead-Ktrin

Lucy always knew books opened roads to new adventures, but never had she dreamed she would be falling into one herself. When she comes across a dusty old book, Lucy finds herself thrust into a journey filled with evil wizards and a tricky dragon who kept looking at her like she was lunch. She had to find a way to return home, but at the end of the day - would she want to? NALU

Fairy Tail - Rated: M - English - Fantasy/Romance - Chapters: 61 - Words: 265,197 - Reviews: 2959 - Favs: 1,892 - Follows: 1,293 - Updated: Feb 13, 2016 - Published: Aug 18, 2015 - Lucy H., Natsu D. - Complete

With Our Love Comes Patience - luclipse

(NALU) This story takes us through the progression of Natsu's and Lucy's relationship through a series of events, starting with a failed Valentine's Day. Rated T for suggested sexual content and slight swearing, though there is the possibility of a rating change in future chapters.

Fairy Tail - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 5 - Words: 37,387 - Reviews: 159 - Favs: 254 - Follows: 349 - Updated: Mar 8, 2016 - Published: May 27, 2014 - Lucy H., Natsu D.

Avatar

Another Brother - AvocadoLove

It was a mission of revenge. There weren't supposed to be any survivors, but Chief Hakoda couldn't bring himself to kill the Fire Nation boy. Against his better judgment, he brought him home. A Zuko joins the Water Tribe story.

Rated: T - English - Adventure/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 28 - Words: 224,540 - Reviews: 3727 - Favs: 5,439 - Follows: 5,178 - Updated: Mar 20, 2017 - Published: Jul 22, 2008 - Aang, Sokka, Zuko, Katara

The Undying Fire - Boogum

"He has the eyes, Princess Ursa." They were half-forgotten words, a whisper of fears never explained. Zuko had dismissed it all as nothing to worry about—until he somehow healed the Avatar. Fire healers weren't meant to exist, except he did. He'd saved the kid's life. Naturally, he wanted answers. Too bad finding them wasn't so simple...

Rated: T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 62 - Words: 427,058 - Reviews: 2036 - Favs: 2,459 - Follows: 2,761 - Updated: Jul 22 - Published: May 6, 2012 - [Zuko, Katara] Aang, Azula

Bringing Out the Blue - maguena1

AU.  The arrow injured the Blue Spirit instead of knocking him out, and Aang never found out his identity.  Zuko made a Plan to find out more about the Avatar.  He didn't expect so many truths to come from the lies.

Rated: T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 26 - Words: 249,291 - Reviews: 1188 - Favs: 2,550 - Follows: 2,507 - Updated: Jun 25, 2015 - Published: Apr 14, 2011 - Zuko

Zuko’s Tiny Dilemma - Boogum

It was the kind of thing that happened in folktales: a cursed prince, a transformation that could not be broken. Except those princes usually became monstrous-looking creatures who needed true love's kiss to return to normal. They did not get stuck as a six-year-old boy depending on a bald runt and two Water Tribe siblings.

Avatar: Last Airbender - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Humor - Chapters: 24 - Words: 140,976 - Reviews: 761 - Favs: 532 - Follows: 507 - Updated: Mar 31 - Published: Jan 4, 2017 - [Zuko, Katara] Aang, Sokka - Complete

In His Shoes - AvocadoLove

In order to fully understand a man, you must first walk a mile in his shoes. Sokka and Zuko are going to find that out the hard way.

Avatar: Last Airbender - Rated: K - English - Drama/Adventure - Chapters: 19 - Words: 101,987 - Reviews: 924 - Favs: 1,263 - Follows: 710 - Updated: May 31, 2012 - Published: Jun 5, 2008 - Sokka, Zuko - Complete

The Problem With Zuko - AvocadoLove

When Prince Lu Ten returns with the Avatar and his Water Tribe companions in chains, Zuko is put in charge of their imprisonment. But things are not what they seem, both with the child Avatar and his own family. And soon, he will have a decision to make.

Avatar: Last Airbender - Rated: K - English - Drama/Suspense - Chapters: 1 - Words: 26,298 - Reviews: 253 - Favs: 1,475 - Follows: 232 - Published: Sep 29, 2010 - Zuko - Complete

God of War

Silenced Tongue - 2space_lesbo1

 Atreus has picked up the title of "Silver Tongue" throughout the Nine Realms, and he is quite proud of his ability to talk his way out of situations. Until he's not, anyway.

The Tales of an Angry Father and his Small Son - 2space_lesbo1

Since God of War(2018) came out, my writing creativity has returned fully and I've been writing and writing tons of one-shot stories of my fave characters. There will be violence and gore because it's a God of War game, but then there will also be fluff and more fluff because it's me writing it. Have fun

Carry My Fears as the Heavens Set Fire - furtivus

Kratos doesn't reach the Travel Room doors in time. Now his son is lost to him, swept away by Baldur and held captive in the grasp of the Æsir. Only the gods are a lot more hospitable than Atreus imagined - and certainly nowhere near as bad as his father ever made them out to be. This is really what it's like to be a god, isn't it? While Kratos is doing everything in his power to bring his son home, Atreus is relishing in everything that was denied to him for so long. And deep inside, a seed of resentment begins to bloom. Maybe being a god isn't so bad after all.

When No One’s Watching - Baknami

Kratos can only do certain things when no one else is watching.

Miraculous Ladybug

You Don’t Know Me - Ferisae

When Ladybug suffers a near-fatal accident and is presumed dead, it is up to Adrien/Chat Noir - who has discovered Ladybug's secret - to help her through her painstaking recovery and reacquaint her with herself. All this while trying to save Paris on his own without losing himself in the process. Adrinette/Marichat/Ladynoir

Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Chapters: 17 - Words: 143,440 - Reviews: 857 - Favs: 1,203 - Follows: 1,467 - Updated: Nov 24, 2017 - Published: Feb 20, 2016 - Marinette D-C./Ladybug, Adrien A./Cat Noir, Alya C./Lady Wifi/Rena Rouge, Hawk Moth

On the Prowl - ghostgirl19

"I'll be fine, Alya. It's only a couple blocks." "But it's ten at night, it's not safe. Especially with that Chat Noir prowling around." AU

Rated: T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 23 - Words: 56,929 - Reviews: 1368 - Favs: 2,097 - Follows: 1,082 - Updated: Aug 2, 2016 - Published: Jun 24, 2016 - [Adrien A./Cat Noir, Marinette D-C./Ladybug] [Alya C./Lady Wifi/Rena Rouge, Nino L./Bubbler] - Complete

I Saw Mummy Kiss Chat Noir - RicardianScholar Clark-Weasley

Emma Agreste thought she had the perfect life...until she saw her mother kiss the superhero Chat Noir. With the help of her twin brother, Hugo, Emma is determined to stop Chat Noir from ruining their family and stealing away their mother. Meanwhile, Adrien is convinced his children hate him.

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir - Rated: T - English - Family/Drama - Chapters: 11 - Words: 32,103 - Reviews: 469 - Favs: 1,116 - Follows: 630 - Updated: Dec 21, 2017 - Published: Oct 31, 2016 - [Adrien A./Cat Noir, Marinette D-C./Ladybug] [Alya C./Lady Wifi/Rena Rouge, Nino L./Bubbler] - Complete

Lucky Fox Paradox - imthepunchlord

After the failure with Stoneheart, Marinette had successfully given up the earrings and thought that was that. That she was done with the hero business. Done with anything miraculous. She was wrong. And her actions sparked off a great change of events.

Rated: K - English - Drama/Friendship - Chapters: 24 - Words: 241,176 - Reviews: 470 - Favs: 562 - Follows: 654 - Updated: May 22 - Published: Jan 25, 2017 - [Marinette D-C./Ladybug, Adrien A./Cat Noir] Alya C./Lady Wifi/Rena Rouge, Chloé B./Antibug

Disenchanted - yonderful

She was in too much pain to realize that the impact caused her to detransform. The crowd stared in shock. Many gasped. Some screamed. Alya's phone clattered to the ground. Tikki cried. And Chat's expression had never looked more horrified. "...Marinette?"

Rated: T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 11 - Words: 46,462 - Reviews: 434 - Favs: 724 - Follows: 977 - Updated: Jul 2 - Published: Jun 16, 2016 - Marinette D-C./Ladybug, Adrien A./Cat Noir

Fullmetal Alchemist

A Boy Named Ed - BelloftheSea

Ed knew he was different. It wasn't just that he was smarter than the other kids or even that he had automail. No, it had more to do with the way people would occasionally look at him, like they were expecting somebody else. It was the way his mechanic cried the day she met him. It was the way his dad would sometimes slip – and call him Fullmetal.

Rated: K+ - English - Family/Angst - Chapters: 41 - Words: 302,732 - Reviews: 1222 - Favs: 1,097 - Follows: 1,191 - Updated: Oct 7, 2016 - Published: Aug 24, 2014 - [Roy M., Riza H.] Edward E., Alphonse E.

Bury It Forward - KawasakiTriple

Mustang is forced to decide on the best way to cope with Edward's broken, tortured mind; his first task is to decipher why Ed will stop at nothing to escape his custody when the weather turns foul.

Rated: T - English - Drama/Angst - Chapters: 38 - Words: 460,881 - Reviews: 893 - Favs: 894 - Follows: 698 - Updated: Oct 23, 2014 - Published: Sep 13, 2008 - Edward E., Roy M., Alphonse E. - Complete

My Master Ed - Blue Teller

Slave number Twenty Three didn't know what to make of his new Master. The strange boy was nothing like other slave owners. Short on both height and temper, yet strangely kind to him, Master Ed seemed to know something about him that he didn't himself. Just what was it? Time-travel fic.

Rated: T - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 8 - Words: 46,413 - Reviews: 212 - Favs: 544 - Follows: 618 - Updated: Sep 6, 2015 - Published: Apr 19, 2015 - Edward E., Hohenheim

Harry Potter & the Alchemist Brothers - Blue Teller

A few years passed since the Promised Day. Ed and Winry are happily married, Al proposed to May, everything is just like it's supposed to be... What can go wrong? But then, a foreigner with strange powers steals the last Philosopher's Stone from Central and of course Ed and Al have to go after him. But what will the Elric brothers do when they end up in an entirely different world?

Crossover - Harry Potter & Fullmetal Alchemist - Rated: T - English - Adventure/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 11 - Words: 131,139 - Reviews: 246 - Favs: 436 - Follows: 606 - Updated: Jul 11, 2017 - Published: Mar 22, 2015 - Harry P., Nicolas F., Alphonse E., Edward E.

Sonic the Hedgehog

(this first happy few is all by Taranea)

Burning Arrow, Wildfire Heart

After receiving an ancient book for his birthday, Sonic finds himself transported to a fantastic world of magic and heroes - which is threatened by an evil Djinn! Cursed by a flame arrow when he dares to rise against him, Sonic will need the help not only of the genie Shahra, but also of his oldest friends to survive this adventure...Full Secret Rings game adapt, with everyone in!

Rated: T - English - Adventure/Humor - Chapters: 42 - Words: 234,629 - Reviews: 1177 - Favs: 397 - Follows: 354 - Updated: Jun 23 - Published: Aug 29, 2007 - Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shahra

Life Could Have Been So Different

Someone has died and Sonic finds himself unable to pick up the pieces. But when Mobius has already given up on its hero, Shadow drops in from a storm, intent on finding out whether there isn't a bit of spirit left. To coax Sonic out of his shell, the black hedgehog starts to tell him about his past...and what REALLY happened aboard the ARK. Shadow's childhood, now COMPLETE.

Rated: T - English - Drama/Humor - Chapters: 56 - Words: 209,438 - Reviews: 1525 - Favs: 624 - Follows: 342 - Updated: Oct 21, 2014 - Published: Feb 23, 2007 - Shadow, Sonic, Maria R., Gerald R. - Complete

Advent of Equinox

Post-Unleashed. The Curse of the Werehog is over - or so Sonic had thought. But when the sun is eclipsed from the sky by a comet and Shadow undergoes a violent transformation of his own, the two heroes will now have to work together to save the world...

Rated: T - English - Adventure/Humor - Chapters: 11 - Words: 74,510 - Reviews: 421 - Favs: 372 - Follows: 340 - Updated: Aug 2, 2016 - Published: May 2, 2010 - Sonic, Shadow, Tails, Rouge

Shadow The Hedgehog First Class

He can outrun a missile. He can shoot a man at 100 paces. He just can't do calculus...In a world where Shadow, Maria and Gerald survived the ARK massacre, the Ultimate Lifeform now struggles to get used to ordinary life. Only people at his new school are clearly insane, the local hero 'Sonic' as well, and *someone* might still be after his family -welcome to the Robotnik household!

Rated: T - English - Friendship/Humor - Chapters: 11 - Words: 51,910 - Reviews: 398 - Favs: 245 - Follows: 276 - Updated: May 31 - Published: Oct 27, 2014 - Sonic, Shadow, Maria R., Gerald R.

Alternate Reality - thekyuubivixen

Shadow had never been so confused in his life. Tails painfully shy? Knuckles apathetic toward the Master Emerald? Sonic...less pleasurable to be around than normal? Shadow expected a lot of things waking up from his concussion induced sleep...this was not one of them. Rated T for language.

Rated: T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 44 - Words: 192,476 - Reviews: 335 - Favs: 212 - Follows: 161 - Updated: Jan 18, 2016 - Published: Jul 16, 2014 - Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow - Complete

Freak of Nature - thekyuubivixen

Werewolves. They were nothing but fantasy. They didn't exist separate from the intricate words written down on a page, or from the oral folklore that would leave children guessing at the world around them. There was no reason for Shadow to believe otherwise. Well...until he hit one with his car. Rated M for language and violence.

Sonic the Hedgehog - Rated: M - English - Supernatural - Chapters: 14 - Words: 71,025 - Reviews: 63 - Favs: 47 - Follows: 56 - Updated: Mar 17, 2017 - Published: Jul 6, 2016 - Sonic, Shadow, Silver

Premonition - thekyuubivixen

When fighting Eggman, Sonic is hit with a peculiar ray. The Blue Blur then discovers some kind of power that activates when he least expects it. But, is it a blessing…or a curse? Whatever it is, he shouldn't lose sleep over it, right?

Rated: T - English - Drama/Humor - Chapters: 28 - Words: 159,035 - Reviews: 184 - Favs: 141 - Follows: 111 - Updated: Sep 27, 2015 - Published: Jun 18, 2014 - Sonic - Complete