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angelic alteration

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based

synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc

a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it

“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”

You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”

“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”

“Or…what?”

“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”

“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”

†

“I can feel the magic trying to stop me…how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple. 

He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore. 

Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!” 

He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time. 

And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time. 

An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess. 

He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns. 

“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”

†

The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time. 

But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes. 

He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him. 

The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?” 

“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face. 

And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!” 

The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed. 

His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum. 

“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!” 

†

A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him. 

With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure. 

“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?” 

Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.

“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?” 

It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen. 

“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out. 

You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..” 

†

“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going. 

“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.

Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little. 

“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead. 

A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!” 

Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip. 

“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously. 

“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.” 

†

Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse. 

“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!” 

“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.” 

The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold. 

“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder. 

You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.” 

The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off. 

“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”

†

“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?” 

“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…” 

Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make. 

The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him. 

He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore. 

“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…” 

A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace. 

The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came. 

Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him. 

“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.” 

†

“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides. 

Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…” 

The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop. 

Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did! 

As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster. 

“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!” 

Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress. 

The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”

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Simeon’s Journey

Simeon was introduced to us as an angel, not just any angel but an archangel; A warrior angel in charge of legions of angels.

From season one we immediately learn not everything is as it seems with Simeon. Simeon tends to bend the rules, be more relaxed, and was mentioned as having once been a Seraph, the highest rank of angel in the Celestial Realm.

In the Celestial Realm Simeon was a brother to Lucifer. He was given a rose garden by his Father and watched it diligently while having a great interest in a book of prophecy, one that foretold he’d one day lose his wings. Although this concerned Mammon, Simeon wasn’t particularly bothered.

When the war broke out, Simeon tried to cover for the brothers, and for this, he was demoted to Archangel, a busy position where his job was to defend the realm from the frontlines. Gone were the days of rest and relaxation with his family and two close remaining friends, Raphael and Michael.

To cope with the loss of the brothers, Simeon began to write about them, likely using the book of prophecy as a reference since most of his books reflected what would eventually become reality, with the main protagonist, Henry, replacing MC. These books would eventually be published but upon visiting the Devildom and discovering the brothers were so different from how he remembered he became disheartened and didn’t continue his work until Season Four of the game.

Upon coming to the Devildom in season one Simeon was guarded against Diavolo and didn’t particularly like him. He enjoyed scaring Luke, befriended Solomon, and acted as a messenger for Michael.

In season two things take a turn with Simeon. He’s more relaxed and adjusted to the Devildom and doesn’t hide his secretly stern behavior, even bringing Mammon to tears when put in charge of a play he’d write.

When everyone learned MC would likely die from their abundance of uncontrolled power, the ring of light was given up as an option because it was lost in the war. Simeon keeps quiet but immediately leaves to steal the ring from the celestial realm to save MC’s life.

These actions closely resemble Lilith’s choice which started the war with similar results.

Lilith directly altered a human's lifespan which is forbidden, by offering him stolen fruit from the Celestial Realm.

Simeon more or less altered MC’s lifespan by bringing them the one object that could keep them alive. If MC hadn’t died, Lucifer would have, Lucifer who although forgiven, was still a traitor to the realm.

The final chat of season two is Michael asking to speak with Simeon. It’s clear he’s in trouble for what he’s done.

In season three we aren’t shown anything is too different with Simeon although the brothers find it weird that he’s in the human world as it’s not an archangel's job. During his time at the cafe, Simeon meets with Raphael on multiple occasions who is checking on how he is doing as a human.

In season four Simeon comes back to the Devildom, this time as a human exchange student though this fact is only known by Solomon, Raphael, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer who keep an eye on him to make sure he is safe from other demons.

Now in the Devildom, it’s clear how powerless Simeon is. Unable to protect himself or his loved ones with an angelic blessing, everyone learns the truth. With the truth revealed and his closest friends there to support him, Simeon finally takes the steps towards accepting his new life as a human and even begins to wear his old celestial realm clothing.

But things don’t end there. Despite his newfound confidence, no more than a few weeks later he becomes sick and unsettled, even missing part of the RAD Science Fair to stay home.

While observing Simeon one day, Lucifer notices his aura has changed and when he confronts Solomon, Solomon reveals that Simeon is turning into a demon and he has been since the human world.

Moments we can see this too in the human world were Simeon’s teasing in the “Celestial Realm”, his threats to the brothers in the cafe, and his confession to Lucifer that he feared his own Father or an aspect of him.

Simeon may not understand what’s happening to him, although he knows his magic is stronger and applauds MC for noticing in chapter 47. Simeon is now forced to make another huge adjustment by becoming a demon, and it’s difficult for the people around him too—after learning Raphael was found staring into space and incorrectly answering questions, even struggling to drink Demonus, which he loves. Michael has been pestering Luke for updates on Simeon, and Luke is now concerned about his condition again.

This will only go a few different ways. Simeon becomes a demon, demon form and all, and perhaps reunites as brother with the other seven, or he’s going to fight against the change to become an angel again as even Raphael states he believes Simeon is better at his “job” than he used to be.

Depending on how Simeon copes with this change, it’s either a tragedy or a new beginning. Simeon has always been disillusioned with his job, even telling MC he believed angels couldn’t have dreams of what they wanted to do, and drunkenly sobbing to Lucifer that he’s now more of a middle management type.

Either way, for Simeon and everyone around him, it’s hardly the ending.

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I’m your god

cw: religious imagery, questioning of God, sex in church bathroom, p in v, you call church bullshit, a lot of cussing…

a/n: my kickstart to angel!reader !

You didn’t believe in God.

Not really, anyway. It was merely a facade you crafted for your parents, a delicate mask worn to maintain their “precious reputation.” This was the belief system was instilled and drilled into your head from a young age, a doctrine you were taught to never question. At the age of eight, a flicker of doubt ignited within you, yet you chose to play the part of your parents’ “darling little girl”, continuing the charade.

Inside your twisted little head, Rafe was your God. And you were his little angel. His servant. His devotee. His. Only his.

As you stepped into the church, the scent of polished wood and old hymnals enveloped you. You plastered on a wide, false smile while you held the oak door open with an exaggerated flourish for the congregation streaming in.

The warm chatter of familiar faces filled the air. The pastor, had asked you personally, recognizing your family's long-standing bond with the church, to do this job. Hold open the doors and greet the people coming in, hand them flyers, it was easy enough.

Your parents, with their insistent nudges and pointed looks, had driven you to take on this role, leaving you feeling like a puppet on a string. So, you resigned yourself to the expectation, reminding yourself to embody the good girl everyone admired—even if the smile didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Your smile faltered when you caught notice of him. The last person you expected Rafe Cameron was in a church. He smiled at you, you smiling back.

“Hey, sweetie!” Ward greeted you, stepping aside to wrap his arms around you. Rafe also stepped aside, his hands in his pockets as he watched you hug his father.

“Hey, Mr. Cameron!” You spoke, offering a smile to your boyfriend who was behind Ward. He pulled away, you giving Rafe a hug next, before giving him a small, seemingly innocent and cute kiss on his cheek.

You and Rafe locked eyes for a moment, before Ward interrupted.

“Why don’t you go on ahead, Rafe?” Ward spoke, waving his hand. Rafe’s smile fell, nodding along, before walking away to the rest of his family.

“You know, I really feel the need to express my gratitude to you,” he said. “I think you’re truly making a difference in his life. He actually asked to join us for church this morning,” he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “I mean, can you believe it? That hasn’t happened in years!” A broad smile spread across his face as he glanced at you, you nodding in agreement.

“God will do that to you.” You replied, and god, You were too good at this. He so fucking believed that. “I’m so glad, Mr. Cameron.” You smiled at him sweetly, him patting your shoulder before walking to the rest of his family.

As the service started, the air felt heavy with incense and the rhythmic cadence of the pastor’s voice drifted over the congregation.

Your gaze flickered to the side, where Rafe loomed in your vision. He stood in the shadows, his eyes locked onto you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

It was as if you were a fragile deer caught in the predatory gaze of a wolf. A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, while the rest of his family sat beside him, oblivious to the charged tension that crackled between the both of you.

Your gaze kept drifting back to him, that undeniable pull drawing your attention. Suddenly, a vibration from your phone in your lap broke your attention. You quickly shifted the device to your side, careful to shield it from your parents, and stole a glance at the screen. You looked at the message, excitement flowing through you at the words.

rafe ! 🫶

bathroom.

You cast one final glance at him, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your chest. As you rose from your chair, you gently smoothed the fabric of your dress, ensuring every wrinkle was gone before you stepped away. Leaning toward your parents, you whispered you were going to the bathroom. They merely waved you off, their expressions full of indifference.

You swung open the doors that led into the narrow hallway where the bathroom door was slightly ajar. You leaned against the cool wall, your heart racing as you waited for him. When you heard the door open, your eyes went to him, noting the way he darted his gaze around, taking in his surroundings and making sure no one else was around. Finally, he made his way toward you, hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans.

You got on the tips of your toes to plant a kiss on his lips, his mouth moving against yours. He let out a quiet groan when you put your tongue into his mouth, his hands traveling your body. He put his hands on yours ass, gently patting it. You jumped up, him holding you as he walked backwards intro the bathroom, locking it behind him.

“Oh, fuck.” You breathed out, your back hitting the cold tile wall. His hands fiddled with his belt buckle, pulling it down and his pants pooled to the floor. He bunched your little white dress up, pulling your panties to the side.

“We gotta be quick, baby. My parents-“ you started, before he cut you off with a kiss.

“Your parents can suck my dick.” He retorted, “I don’t give a fuck.” He panted out, his lips ghosting yours as he pulled his hard cock out, putting it to your entrance. The both of you panted, your breath mingling together

“Oh shit,” you cried out when he slowly slid in, his mouth moving to your neck, letting out a low chuckle, his hot breath on your neck. He left open mouth kisses on your neck, gliding his tongue and his teeth over your soft skin.

“Rafe.” You cried out when he continued to slide into your warm, velvety walls. He was so deep, yet half of him wasn’t even inside of you.

“I’m barely even in, angel.” He spoke mockingly, you could feel the grin he had on his face. He looked up, moving away from your neck.

“And you know you have to be quiet. Wouldn’t want your precious little parents to find you here, watching you get fucked by your ‘sweet, cute, little boyfriend.’”

You nodded, hiding your own face in his shoulder, wrapping your arms tighter around him. You looked almost like a koala hugging a tree branch.

He breathed out as he pulled out of you, before his hips bucked back into your warmth. You let out a cry, your hands bunching up the shirt he had on, tears falling onto it.

You could already hear your pastors voice ringing in your head. Don’t fall a victim to lust, but you couldn’t find yourself to care when Rafes hands were sliding down your thighs and his slender fingers moved to your clit, rubbing it in circles.

“Oh god, oh my god.” you cried out.

“I’m your god, baby. Say it. Say I’m your god.” He spoke breathily.

“You’re-“ you were cut off by a particularly hard thrust.

“Say it.” He repeated.

“You’re my god!” You spoke while you came, hiding your face into his neck.

He grinned once again, his hips slowing for a moment, before he shot his seed into you, painting your walls. He groaned out, the both of you relishing in the after. You moved your legs from his waist, and stood up on wobbly legs.

He smoothed out your dress, pulling your panties to the side for you, collecting the mixes of both of you on his finger, before shoving his finger into your mouth.

You grabbed his wrist, letting out a moan on his digit as you swirled your tongue around it. He removed his finger from your mouth with a ‘pop’, and a sick smirk made its way onto his face.

“How’d you even keep me up for that long?” You asked with a giggle, wiping the remnants of the liquid from your lips.

He flexed his muscles with a smirk, you rolling your eyes and giggling at him. “It’s what I work out for.”

Your smile fell when you looked down at the Apple Watch on your wrist, grimacing now.

“What?”

“We’ve been gone for like 10 minutes, ray!”

He shrugged nonchalantly, “Who cares? Just say you got your period or some shit.”

“What about you?” You asked him with a pout, leaning closer into the mirror, fixing your makeup and hair, looking at him through the reflection.

“I’ll say I couldn’t help myself and was having sex with my super sexy girlfriend.” He replied, leaning against the wall, staring at you from the mirror.

“Rafe!” Your cheeks warmed up at his dirty words, him smiling.

He laughed, “Nah, nah, I’ll just say I ran into some old lady and helped her or something. I don’t know.”

You let out a soft sigh, amusement dancing across your features as you turned to face him. Your lips formed a small, sad pout as you gazed up into his eyes.

“I don’t wanna go back,” you admitted, your voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. As if sensing your reluctance, his hands found their way to your waist, drawing you in closer, enveloping you in his warmth. “Everything they say is bullshit, anyways,” you continued.

“Then don’t.” He replied, as if it was that easy.

“I have to.” You let out a weary sigh. You leaned in closer to the boy, pressing your lips softly against his in a gentle kiss that. As you pulled away, your fingers brushed the warmth of his skin before dropping to the cool metal of the doorknob.

“Well, I’m gonna go Toppers' party later, if you want to come.” he said casually. You turned to look at him, your expression curious as you met his gaze over your shoulder. "How about I swing by and pick you up?”

“Sounds good.” You beamed, him moving to your side to kiss you one more time.

“Love you, sweetheart.” He told you, patting your ass once more when you opened the door. You giggling and rolling your eyes at him.

“Love you too, ray. See you.” You blew him a kiss over your shoulder as you left, him smirking to himself, running a hand through his now messy hair, and looking at his reflection in the mirror.

“Damn.” He mumbled, pulling his collar down to look at the marks your lipstick had left from when you kissed his neck, smiling and shaking his head to himself as he pulled it up higher.

With every sinful act you committed, you dug a hole deeper and deeper into hell. You couldn’t find yourself to care, because Rafe was there right next to you, shovel in hand.

[chuluoyi]

drunken angel

- nanami kento x reader

shibuya? what shibuya? nanami's picking me up right now!

genre/warnings: fluff, comfort

note: they did say... delulu is solulu

general masterlist

You giggled uncontrollably as you were seated in the backseat of a cab.

"Kentooo," you gripped his necktie with this ridiculously wide grin on your face. The world was a really happy place for you now, even if it was a little spinning and you felt a bit foggy.

Nanami sighed, resigned. It wasn't typical for you to get drunk, but when you did, you became quite a handful. “Come now.”

You let out a whine, and as he himself took a seat beside you, you wrapped your arm around his waist, nuzzling your face into him.

—and clingy. You became at least thrice clingier than you usually do.

"Love you, mwah!" you slurred with literal hearts in your eyes, batting your lashes at him. Nanami maintained a deadpan expression while looking at you.

Still, he couldn't deny the thumping of his own heart when those words slipped from your sweet lips, thinking how absolutely adorable you were while at it.

He had been scheduled for a mission near Shibuya, anticipating a night of exorcising curses and returning to find you asleep in your shared apartment. But no, something seemed to have irked you tonight as you went and got wasted, and he found it out only after you called him in your drunken stupor, asking to be picked up.

Of course, he would come to get you. Finishing off those measly curses swiftly, he hurried to your location in no time at all.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, frowning at his lack of reply. “Kento, y'know that… right? Riiight?”

"I do," he gruffly replied, mindful of the taxi driver's amused chuckle. "Don't talk too much now. You're drunk."

"But I want to talk, Kento!"

Nanami shot an apologetic glance at the driver through the rearview mirror, and adjusted your position so that you could rest your head more comfortably on his shoulder.

"I love your smile," you sighed against the soft fabric of his suit. "You look most handsome when you do..."

“Hmm?" Nanami watched you, feeling his face getting warmer despite himself. Okay, you were a clingy drunk, but you were sweet.

"And I love... how considerate you are..."

"Mm-hm."

"But... I just wish... you would take care of yourself more."

Your words caught him off guard. "I already do, love."

"You don't," you spat petulantly, your gaze dropping with dejection.

"How so?"

You were no longer bubbly—you looked like you had been awake for three days straight and it finally caught up to you, as you finally succumbed to exhaustion. You had the appearance of a kicked puppy and Nanami swore you were the cutest girl he knew while being drunk.

"You're always rushing headfirst into danger. You'd do anything for kids. Especially that… Itadowi kid!" you pointed out with a deep crease on your forehead, clearly dissatisfied.

It wasn’t the first time. Nanami knew better—he didn’t miss the worry in your eyes as you saw him off, and the evident relief on your face as you hugged him whenever he came back. It was just that you didn’t voice it as much.

“I’m just… worried that…” you mumbled with a pout, totally heartbroken, “one day… you might…”

And the fact that you still felt like that even in your half-conscious state… his heart broke a little inside.

He waited for you to continue with somewhat of a bated breath, when suddenly you leaned back on the seat and pressed your eyes together, wincing, “Ah… my head’s spinnin’”

Nanami’s face flashed with surprise and then understanding as he clasped your hand in reassurance. “Soon. We’ll arrive at our place soon. You’re going to bed then, okay?”

Even when he knew that getting drunk warranted your current state, it still made something inside him churn with concern. Nanami never liked seeing you in any kind of discomfort, no matter how trivial it was.

Upon returning to your place, Nanami took charge. He helped you change into your sleepwear, and gently removed your makeup as best as he could (he confused cleanser with micellar water). Even as your vision swayed and blurred, you recognized the way he lifted you and carried you to the bed, carefully tucking you in to ensure you were settled in as comfortably as possible.

You had this dopey smile on your face as soon as he slipped beside you in his own pajamas, blearily looking at him.

“Kento, you’re…” you whispered, still under the alcohol’s influence and yet sounded so incredibly sincere. “You’re s’good to me…”

Gods, so endearing, Nanami thought to himself. It felt nice to hear you say that, but more than that, you were completely vulnerable, trusting him entirely with your essence, and you were his—his cherished angel.

“Don’t go…” you added, the smile vanished into a sad frown. “Don’t ever leave me…”

"I won't," he replied firmly, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips on your temple. "I'm not going anywhere, yeah? You have nothing to worry about."

It was never in him to to say much, but when he did, he meant every word of it.

“Mmm, but…”

"Sleep now, love," he muttered, enveloping you in his embrace. He pulled the covers around both of you. Nestled in his sturdy arms, you fit perfectly. His hands rubbed up and down your spine, and you sighed.

“Mmm, wuv you so, so much,” you slurred for the nth time tonight, eyes closing and a step away from going to dreamland.

In that moment, Nanami made a silent vow to do whatever it took to ensure you remained safe and happy like this always.

You were the reason—the only person for whom he would set the world ablaze, even at his own expense.

Ah, but he wouldn’t let that happen now, would he? How was he supposed to put a ring on your finger if he was gone?

“I love you too… my dearest.”

. . .

and you thought then, that you just had the most beautiful dream—one where you were right where he was.

[twizzie-lairs]

My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 14- FINALE!)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 - Final

Part 14:

A few weeks had passed by the time you were fully recovered. In those weeks, the hotel was busy and bustling in preparation for the wedding.

To make sure you recovered properly, Charlie insisted that she and Vaggie be in charge of wedding planning during this time. You didn't have any objections to it, your only requirements were that it was kept low-key (meaning a small wedding with only those closest to you guys) and that it was to be a simple and short ceremony with Charlie as the officiant.

While the rest of the gang were busy going about their normal lives and helping out with some preparation here and there, Alastor had your belongings moved to his room and took care of your injuries and saw to your recovery personally.

It broke his heart to see how badly you had been injured prior to your arrival at the hotel. He also felt extremely guilty about how roughly he had treated you, accidentally making some of your injuries worse temporarily. To heal his heart and mind, he had to heal your body first.

The two of you spent so much time together, hardly ever spent a moment apart- you two had a lot of lost time to make up for after all. Often as Alastor tended to your injuries, changed your bandages, and even helped bathe you to ensure you wouldn't slip or fall as you got in and out of the tub- you two exchanged stories of all kinds. Stories from when you were both alive, your pasts when alive, and so much that had happened in the decades in Hell that had passed when the two of you were separated.

As the date of the ceremony approached, after you had mostly recovered, matters required you to leave the hotel more often.

For example, when it came to dress shopping, Alastor was very insistent that he had to come with- he was still very paranoid that if you were separated from his side that you would come to harm. Though with enough pestering- Charlie was finally able to convince him to stay at the hotel so that the wedding dress shopping party only consisted of you, Charlie, and Angel.

Shopping with the two of them was a fun memory you'll never forget, with lots of laughter because of the hilarious contrast between Charlie's wholesome comments/tearing up and Angel's teasing/cat-calling (in a loving way- of course). Though when you finally tried on the dress, even Angel had no witty comebacks to respond with, both him and Charlie were left speechless.

Angel and Charlie weren't the only ones speechless - when those who were invited to the wedding showed up the hotel, they all had their mouths gaping open at the amazing decor. They few guests assumed that the invitation they received in the mail was a prank!

(Charlie may have needed to ask some favors from Lucifer for the decorations- though he couldn't hide his disgust as to who his daughter was asking him to do this for... His distaste for Alastor was always apparent. But who are we kidding- Lucifer can't resist Charlie's puppy-dog begging eyes no matter what.)

Jovial jazz music filled the air as Alastor walked out into the main lobby, "Why hello! It is so good to see you, Rosie! ... Mimzy."

"Oh Alastor! How come ya never introduced me to ya darlin' (y/n) before!" Rosie flashed her signature smile and sauntered over to give Alastor a tight hug.

"Yeah! Geeze, Alastor, after all we've been through, you never thought to bring her over to my joint or ya know, let me know she was even down here! I've missed the gal too, ya know!" Mimzy stomped on over to Alastor, hands on her hips as she glared at him.

"Hmmmm. Ah yes, Mimzy. How could I ever forget to bring her over to your... "sophisticated"... bar where she "definitely wouldn't" be in danger?" Static noises started to interrupt the music that had started playing earlier. Alastor would be lying if he said he was happy to see Mimzy. He knew she was important to you, but part of him can't help but blame her for your early death. Not only that, but she always had a habit of bringing trouble wherever she went, forcing him to clean up her messes. He didn't trust her to keep you out of danger.

"Well! If I do say so myself, I am parched! Where can a lady quench her thirst in this joint?" Rosie piped up to break up the tension as she walked around the room and examined the decor some more. "Alastor, I really love what ya guys did to this place- stunning work, really!"

"Oh my gosh, hi, Rosie! Nice to meet you again, Mimzy! It's been so long!" Charlie seemingly burst out of nowhere and shook both Rosie and Mimzy's hands. For once Alastor was thankful for the princess's ability to not read the room.

"This way, this way! The ceremony will be held in one of the ballrooms, follow me!"

After being relieved of Rosie and Mimzy's presence, Alastor disappeared into the shadows to retreat into this radio tower where he would remain until it was time.

With Rosie and Mimzy's arrival, the last of the guests had arrived. Yup, it was a very small group- just as you had requested (much to Alastor's relief. He could easily handle people, but you knew large groups of people irritated him much more than he would let on).

Meanwhile, Angel was helping you get ready. He knew his way around makeup and beauty the best out of anyone in the hotel after all.

You sat on a stool as Angel fussed over all the little details of your hair and makeup. As he did so with remarkable speed (due to his many arms), you found yourself smiling.

Not only was it the day that you would finally exchange vows with your beloved Alastor, but you found yourself smiling as you reminisced on the journey that led up to this moment- how you've come to truly cherish your newfound friendships with everyone at the hotel.

Angel, who became a very close friend to you after you two had many heart-to-hearts and shared a fondness for cracking jokes, something you discovered over many nights at the bar together. Often after you two were done at the bar, you'd have beauty/spa nights which often led to more gossip sessions- something you were never able to indulge in when you were alive. Occasionally even Cherri joined in on the gossip sessions- practically bursting the door down if she ever felt like stopping by unannounced.

Husk, was someone you could always trust him to give his honest and objective opinion on anything you asked- which you found to be invaluable whenever you showed him any of your art. Though he often didn't understand the abstract complexities you drew, it was always a great source of entertainment for you- his confusion apparent as he tried to interpret it seriously before giving up with a "Fuck it, I don't know anything about this bougie shit!" - always causing you to erupt in laughter every time without fail.

Charlie, of course, was always your ray of sunshine and was someone you very much respected. She saved your life without knowing who you were, regardless of the potential danger. You feel as if you'd never be able to repay her kindness, so you offer to stay at the hotel even after you recover and help work however you can after the wedding.

Vaggie, you felt a kindred spirit in and also respected a great deal. Someone with such an intense sense of justice and duty was truly a sight to see, you could always see it in her eyes. She was often busy, so you hadn't been able to spend as much time with her as you would have liked to so far, the few times you were able to sit down with her were always a pleasure. Whenever she needed love/relationship advice, she came to you. Funnily enough, Charlie did too, so you were flattered that the two girls liked and trusted you so much.

Even Nifty, who always made sure to dust you or pluck some random out-of-place hair whenever she saw you, stopped calling you stinky! You wondered if it was because you spent most of your time around Alastor...?

"Alright! Hehe, you look absolutely stunning if I do say so myself, doll face!" Angel stood back from you to admire his work with a huge satisfied grin on his face.

He spun you around to face the mirror that your back was previously facing, "Hey, whaddya think? One of my best works yet!"

You chuckle and lean in closer to the mirror, "Wow... Angel! Gosh... you never cease to amaze me!"

You then stand up and give Angel a hug, "Thank you... Angel... this means a lot to me..." Angel pulls back from the hug and nudges you in the shoulder, "Hey now toots, no crying on me now! We just finished your makeup, don't go ruining it now!"

"I know! I know! Haha!" You laugh and smack him back playfully.

"Ah shit, it's almost time, we gotta get a move on, come on!" Angel quickly grabs your bouquet with one hand and takes your hand wit another and leads you down what feels like a maze of corridors. He lets go of your hand when the two of you reach a set of double doors that indicates it's one of the ballrooms and not just a regular room.

Upon hearing your arrival, you see Charlie's head peek out of the door. After seeing you standing there, she quickly sneaks of the ballroom. "FIrst of all- oh my gosh (y/n)! You look BEAUTIFUL! But it's time for your entrance, lets go!" Charlie offers her arm out to you. You link your arm through her's, then you look over at Angel who hands you your bouquet, "You got this ,(y/n)." He said with a wink before slipping into the ballroom.

You took a deep breath and looked at Charlie who gave you a heartwarming nod as she took a step closer to the door, hand grasping the handle. "Ready, (y/n)?"

"I've been ready for decades."

Upon entering the small ballroom, soft jazz music filled the air and you gasped as you took a look around the stunningly decorated space. Charlie was very insistent that this be a surprise and by god, you were speechless- you never could have dreamed of a more beautiful space to finally exchange vows with your beloved Alastor. You were starting to get misty-eyed already!

The very same Alastor who was now all dressed up in a new formal outfit and stood at the other end of the ballroom with his hand outstretched towards you. It took all the self-control you had to keep you from running into his arms right then and there.

Walking to the front, you pass by the small group of friends both you and Alastor had invited to this exclusive occasion. You could see Rosie clutching her hands to her chest in awe, Mimzy was trying to fight back tears as she kept dabbing her eyes (ruining her makeup in the process), and the rest of the hotel members. Angel was clinging onto Husk for dear life as you heard a quiet whisper from the spider that was accompanied by a dramatic sniffle, "Oh god I never knew I was capable of feeling so sappy."

You chuckled at the sight of Nifty, who volunteered to be your "flower girl". She was scurrying all around, scattering petals but then immediately picking them back up again like it was the best game ever!

"Oh, be still my dead-yet-beating heart" You thought to yourself as you finally reached the front of the ballroom and were able to place your hands in Alastor's. You'd never seen Alastor this dressed up before. You always thought he was attractive but oh my god, was this a whole new playfield that you didn't even know was possible!

Charlie then went to stand next to Vaggie, who were both your officiants for the wedding. A bit untraditional, sure, but this was Hell- everything's a bit unconventional here.

The music fades to a quiet level before Charlie pipes up, starting the ceremony, "Thank you all for coming to celebrate this momentous occasion with us today! Today we are here to commemorate the marriage between (y/n) and Alastor!"

"In a shocking twist of events, the last few weeks have proven us wrong that yes, even the Radio Demon, is still capable of love." This remark from Vaggie earns a few chuckles from those sitting in the guest seats, earning a glare from Alastor as he tightened his grip on your hands. You rub your thumbs over his hands in reassurance, causing his grip to relax again. You smile at Charlie and Vaggie, nodding as you signal them to continue.

Charlie cleared her throat before she continued, "Ahem! Yes! But with that, we also gained an amazing new friend here - (y/n)! And I just want to say (y/n) that I am SO proud of you, you've done nothing but bring lots of joy and laughter into this hotel. I think I can speak for everyone when I say that we love you and appreciate you (y/n)! Alastor is a very lucky man and we are honored to be a part of your journey!" You could hear some applause and a holler that likely came from Angel- because you heard a scoff from Husk that followed immediately after.

"That's right, Charlie! Because we respect you both so much, we'll not delay you two love-birds from finally exchanging your vows any longer." Vaggie said as she dragged Charlie away to take a seat in the audience.

You take a deep breath and look into Alastor's eyes, your heart racing a mile a minute.

"I honestly thought I would know what to say by now! I've been dreaming of this day for decades!" You nervously laugh out loud before continuing, "All I can think about now is how thankful I am to have met you when we were alive. You gave me a spark of light and hope in the darkness that I never thought was possible in my life. Meeting you gave me the courage to break free from the cage that kept me trapped like a poor little bird who couldn't fly free. You showed me what true love should be like- even if it meant eating a few people along the way... haha. But you treasured me, you gave my life meaning again and I'll always love you. I'll always be your's, Alastor."

You look down at the floor, embarrassed that you spilled your heart out in front of so many people. Now it was Alastor's turn to reassure you with a gentle squeeze of the hands.

"My dearest (y/n), now, I am not usually one to be so 'sappy'- especially in the company of others, however, I think I can make an exception for you this one time."

Alastor took one hand, the other still holding your other hand, and gently lifted your chin back up so that your gaze would be back on him. To say that this made your heart skip a few beats would be an understatement!

"It may still shock you all, but yes, (y/n) is indeed my beloved that was taken from me all too soon back when we were alive. When I buried her body and held her in my arms for what I thought was the last time- I said these words that still ring true to this very day and will continue to do so forever more-, ' In life and in death, I am forever yours, as you are forever mine. I love you, (y/n)' " You feel the tears start to well up even more, threatening to burst forth at any second, all while not breaking eye contact with him as he continues on.

"I truly relish in this opportunity to finally make you mine, as I had wished to do so for what feels like an eternity. Much like you had described dear, your surprise appearance in my day-to-day life truly shook my world. Why, upon meeting you for the very first time, hearing your voice felt like it was akin to listening to most beautiful music I had ever heard- truly! As a radio host, I was very familiar with many musicians, but no instrument or vocalist ever held a candle to you my dear. No ever has and no one ever will, and I will be sure to protect you at all costs this time, ma chérie ..."

As he trailed off, your face immediately flushed red all over at Alastor's vows. But before you had time to process what was happening, Alastor manifested a new pair of rings and slid one onto your left hand, replacing the previous one. Then with a snap of the fingers, the other matching ring appeared on his left hand.

Somehow the rings were even more beautiful than the one you had before. Upon seeing the sight of both your and Alastor's hands finally wearing matching rings, you burst out into tears, overcome with emotion.

Alastor chuckles before pulling you in for a kiss- shocking everyone in the room, everyone making a collective gasp. Even your own eyes were wide open in shock, before you then relaxed into the kiss in Alastor's embrace.

It wasn't before long that the room was filled with cheers, hoots, hollers, and clapping.

Pulling away from the kiss, Alastor leaned his forehead against your's- just a brief sigh of contentment escaping his lips as he stared lovingly into your eyes. You sniffle as you return the smile, chuckling at the sensation of your cheeks feeling sore from smiling so much and so intensely.

"I truly adore you with all my heart and soul, dearest. Thank you, for being the one to complete me."

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[wittyandobsessed]

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Tim Bradford x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Some violence, slight angst (if you squint).

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘪𝘮'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘱?

The precinct in this part of Los Angeles was large and impressively modern. As you stepped through the front doors, you couldn’t help but look around, taking in your new surroundings. The space was bright, almost sunlit, and it immediately lifted your spirits. It was a refreshing change from your previous office—a cramped, dark room with no windows.

You were just about to approach the officer behind the front desk to introduce yourself when a tall, broad-shouldered man with a commanding presence walked toward you. His dark suit was perfectly pressed, and his badge gleamed against his chest.

"You must be Detective Y/N Y/L/N," he said, his voice deep but friendly.

"That’s right," you replied, shaking the hand he extended. His grip was firm, exuding authority, but his welcoming smile put you at ease.

"I'm Sergeant Grey. It's a pleasure to have you here," he said with a nod. "I was about to start the morning briefing. If you’ll follow me, you’ll have a chance to present your case to the team."

"Of course," you answered, falling in step beside him.

The transfer to this precinct had been a last-minute decision, but one you had no choice but to accept. The case you’d been working on was of the utmost importance, and its threads had led you here. Lieutenant Grey had been nothing but accommodating when you spoke on the phone. He’d assured you that his team would provide the resources you needed to crack this case and bring it to a close.

As you followed him through the bustling precinct, you caught snippets of conversations and observed the officers at work. It was a hive of activity—detectives pouring over evidence, uniforms heading out to their patrols, the hum of phones ringing. The atmosphere felt charged with purpose, and it filled you with a sense of determination.

Tim had started his day like any other—ready to patrol the streets and put bad guys behind bars. It was routine by now, the rhythm of his life as predictable as the sunrise. He was chatting with Lucy, his former rookie, as they made their way to the briefing room. Settling into his usual spot, Tim crossed his arms and leaned back, waiting for Sergeant Grey to start the day’s orders.

The door opened, and Grey walked in, clipboard in hand. But the figure following him stopped Tim in his tracks. His body went rigid, and he uncrossed his arms, sitting up straighter in his chair. His eyes locked on you, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

Beside him, Nyla Harper, ever perceptive, noticed his sudden change in demeanor. She leaned toward him, her voice low. "You good?"

Tim didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His mind was racing, caught somewhere between disbelief and shock. It had been years since he’d seen you, years since your lives had drifted apart. And yet, there you were, standing just a few feet away, looking almost exactly as he remembered. The flood of memories hit him like a tidal wave—familiar, bittersweet, and overwhelming.

Sergeant Grey’s voice broke through his haze. "Detective Y/L/N has been transferred here to assist with a high-priority case. I expect everyone to give them their full cooperation. Detective, the floor is yours."

Tim watched as you stepped forward, your posture straight but your hands clasped tightly—a small tell he remembered from all those years ago. You’d never liked speaking in front of a crowd, and that hadn’t changed.

"Good morning, everyone," you began, your voice calm but carrying the faintest hint of nerves. "I’m Detective Y/N Y/L/N, and I’ve been assigned to this precinct to work on a case involving stolen art pieces. As you may know, there’s an upcoming exhibition here in LA in a few days, and we have reason to believe the suspect is planning to make an appearance. We don’t have much to go on—just that the media has dubbed him..."

You paused, glancing at the file in your hands before continuing, "...‘The Phantom.’ He’s believed to be a white male in his thirties, highly skilled, and meticulous. So far, he’s evaded capture, but our goal is to change that."

As you continued outlining the details of the case, Tim found himself staring, unable to tear his eyes away. You were older now, more poised and confident, but the spark he’d always admired about you was still there. And then it happened—your gaze swept across the room, scanning the faces of the gathered officers, and landed on him.

For a split second, time seemed to freeze. Your voice faltered mid-sentence, the words slipping from your mind as recognition washed over you. Your heart skipped a beat, then picked up a frantic pace, pounding so loudly you were certain everyone could hear it. Tim Bradford. The name echoed in your mind as you struggled to process his presence.

His expression mirrored your shock, his blue eyes wide, lips slightly parted as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. The moment felt both fleeting and endless, and it was all you could do to keep your composure. You forced yourself to look away, back to the faces of the other officers, but the damage was done.

Clearing your throat, you picked up where you’d left off, though your voice wavered slightly. "As I was saying, this case requires discretion and coordination. I’ll need everyone on high alert, especially during the exhibition itself."

Tim didn’t hear much after that. His mind was stuck in the past, replaying memories of you—the way you laughed, the way you challenged him, the way things had ended. 

As you wrapped up your briefing and stepped back to let Sergeant Grey take over, Tim’s thoughts spiraled. He hadn’t seen you in years, hadn’t expected to see you ever again. And yet, here you were, standing right in front of him, bringing with you all the feelings he thought he’d buried a long time ago.

Nyla nudged him. "Hey, you’re staring," she whispered with a smirk.

Tim shook his head, pulling himself together, but his jaw tightened as his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer. This day had taken an unexpected turn, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for what came next.

The debrief wrapped up with Sergeant Grey assigning tasks and dismissing the room. As the other officers shuffled out, Nyla Harper didn’t move from her seat next to Tim. Instead, she leaned back, arms crossed, her eyes locked onto him with the kind of knowing look that made him immediately uncomfortable.

“So,” she began, drawing out the word. “You wanna tell me what that was about?”

Tim didn’t flinch. “What are you talking about?” he replied, keeping his tone steady, his no-nonsense demeanor firmly in place.

Nyla raised an eyebrow. “Don’t play dumb, Bradford. I saw the way you tensed up the second Detective Y/L/N walked in. And then the look you two exchanged during the debrief—yeah, I’m not blind.”

Tim sighed, rubbing the back of his neck but refusing to meet her gaze. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, his voice clipped. “Let it go, Harper.”

But Nyla wasn’t one to back down. “Oh, it’s definitely not nothing,” she shot back, her smirk widening. “I’ve worked with you long enough to know when something’s rattled you. And that rattled you.”

Before Tim could shut her down, Lucy appeared at his side, her curiosity written all over her face. “What’s going on?” she asked, glancing between the two of them. Then, as if piecing it together, she grinned. “Wait—this is about Detective Y/L/N, isn’t it?”

Tim groaned internally, knowing there was no escaping now. “Drop it, Chen,” he warned, his tone sharp. But Lucy was undeterred, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

“No way,” she said, leaning closer. “Come on, Tim, spill. Who is she? An old flame? An ex?”

“High school,” Tim admitted grudgingly, cutting her off before she could keep guessing. “We went to high school together. That’s it.”

Lucy’s jaw dropped, and Nyla leaned forward, her interest piqued. “And?” Nyla prompted. “When’s the last time you saw her?”

Tim hesitated, then exhaled sharply. “A long time ago. It’s been years.”

Both women exchanged a look before turning their teasing grins back on him. “Well, well, Bradford,” Lucy said, her tone playful. “This is... unexpected. I didn’t think you had a high school sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” Nyla added with a smirk. “It’s always the stoic ones, isn’t it?”

“That’s enough,” Tim said firmly, his no-nonsense tone cutting through their amusement. “You’ve had your fun. Now, Chen, go prep the equipment for the patrol. Harper, don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Nyla chuckled, standing up and stretching. “Fine, fine. But this conversation isn’t over,” she said, pointing a finger at him before sauntering out of the room.

Lucy gave him a cheeky smile before following orders, leaving Tim alone to gather his thoughts.

As he walked through the precinct corridors toward the motor pool, Tim kept his head down, replaying the awkward exchange in the briefing room. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you coming from the opposite direction until it was too late.

“Bradford,” you said, your voice even, stepping back slightly after the accidental bump.

“Detective Y/L/N,” Tim replied, his tone professional, though there was an undeniable tightness in his voice.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, the air between you thick with tension. You adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder, your expression polite but guarded. “I didn’t mean to hold up the hallway,” you said, stepping slightly to the side.

Tim nodded, shifting slightly as well. “No problem. Happens.”

There was a pause, long enough to feel noticeable. You searched his face, looking for any hint of what he might be thinking, but he kept his features neutral, his stance rigid. It was just like him, you thought, always putting up walls when emotions were involved.

“Well,” you said, breaking the silence, “it looks like we’ll be working together. I look forward to it.”

Tim’s jaw tightened slightly before he nodded. “Yeah. Same here. Welcome to the team.”

Neither of you mentioned high school, the past, or the way things had ended between you. The unsaid words hung heavily in the air, but neither of you made a move to address them.

“Good luck on the case,” you said, your tone light but clipped, as if trying to distance yourself from the awkwardness.

“You too,” Tim replied, stepping aside to let you pass.

As you walked away, Tim glanced over his shoulder briefly before shaking his head and continuing toward the car. The professionalism had been maintained, but the tension—unresolved and heavy—remained.

During their patrol, Tim and Lucy stumbled upon a lead regarding the elusive art thief entirely by accident. What started as a routine stop for coffee turned into an unexpected discovery—a name tied to a suspicious hotel reservation. Tim immediately informed Grey, who looped you into the situation. With the pieces falling into place, a plan was set in motion, and you and Tim were paired up to follow the lead.

The drive to the hotel was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of the police radio. You kept your eyes on the road ahead, pretending not to notice how Tim glanced at you every now and then. The tension between you was suffocating, like a thread pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment.

When you arrived at the hotel, the two of you approached the front desk, flashing your badges as Tim asked about the room in his no-nonsense, authoritative tone. The clerk nervously confirmed that the suspect had checked in but hadn’t been seen in hours.

Now, standing outside the door of the suspect’s room, the air felt heavier. You could feel Tim’s presence beside you, solid and unyielding as always, a contrast to your own restless energy.

“Alright,” Tim said, his voice low and professional. “We wait. If he comes back, we take him quietly. No risks, no unnecessary moves.”

You raised an eyebrow, your tone tinged with challenge. “Quiet and subtle, huh? Because suspects always just walk right into custody.”

Tim’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t rise to the bait. “It’s called procedure, Y/L/N. Maybe you’ve heard of it?”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall near the door. “Procedure doesn’t always get results. Sometimes you have to think outside the box, take risks.”

“That’s exactly the kind of thinking that gets people hurt,” Tim snapped back, his blue eyes narrowing.

The tension between you was palpable now, years of unresolved feelings bubbling to the surface. You both fell silent, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on the narrow hallway.

“Still cautious and by-the-book,” you muttered under your breath, unable to stop yourself.

“And you’re still impulsive,” Tim shot back, his voice low but sharp.

You turned to face him fully, frustration evident in your expression. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. Not everyone wants to live their life tied to rules and plans, Tim. Some of us actually want to experience things, take chances.”

Tim scoffed, shaking his head. “And where has that gotten you, exactly? You’re standing right here, doing the same job as me.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the sting of his words left you momentarily speechless. The memories of your past arguments—so similar to this one—flashed through your mind. Back then, you were the dreamer, chasing the thrill of life’s possibilities. Tim had been the anchor, dedicated to his studies and his future. Your perspectives had clashed over and over, each of you stubbornly refusing to bend for the other. It had torn you apart, despite how much you’d loved each other.

Before you could fire back, Tim spoke again, his voice softer this time. “I’m just saying... not everything needs to be a risk.”

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “And not everything can be planned, Tim. Life doesn’t work like that.”

Another heavy silence settled between you, the weight of your shared history making it impossible to fully focus on the task at hand.

Finally, Tim broke the silence, shifting slightly. “Look, we’re here to catch this guy, not relive the past. Let’s just focus on the job.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Fine. Strictly professional.”

But as the minutes stretched on, the awkwardness only grew, each moment filled with the kind of tension that came from knowing someone too well—and not knowing them at all anymore. Neither of you mentioned the past, the arguments, or the brutal way things had ended. But the echoes of those memories lingered in every glance, every exchange.

The sound of footsteps down the hallway snapped you both to attention. Your hands moved instinctively to your weapons, your argument momentarily forgotten as the suspect rounded the corner.

For a fleeting second, your eyes met Tim’s, the tension replaced by silent understanding. Whatever had come between you, whatever unresolved feelings still hung in the air, you knew one thing: when it came to the job, you could rely on each other.

And for now, that had to be enough.

The arrest of the thief had been a small victory, but any sense of accomplishment was short-lived. During the interrogation, the pieces began to fall into place, revealing something much larger than either of you had expected. This wasn’t just a series of petty thefts; it was a massive art trafficking operation spanning cities, maybe even countries.

The stakes were suddenly higher, and the pressure to act swiftly was palpable. With another lead in hand, you and Tim were assigned to follow up, bringing you once again into uneasy proximity.

The drive to the old warehouse was quiet, the tension between you filling the silence like a storm cloud ready to burst. Neither of you had addressed the simmering undercurrent of unresolved emotions, and now wasn’t the time. Still, the weight of it made every shared glance feel heavier than it should.

Tim broke the silence as the warehouse came into view. “We go in quiet. No risks. If this is as big as it looks, we don’t want to tip anyone off before backup arrives.”

You bit back a retort, nodding instead. The sight of the dilapidated warehouse, its rusted exterior looming in the dim light, was enough to quell your instinct to argue. You both knew the risks, and for once, you agreed on caution.

Inside, the air was thick with dust and the faint, metallic tang of rust. Your flashlight beam swept across rows of crates and shelves, each stacked with treasures that should have been in museums or private collections, not hidden in a forgotten corner of the city. Paintings, sculptures, artifacts—billions of dollars' worth of stolen art surrounded you, the scale of the operation staggering.

“Unbelievable,” you muttered, your voice hushed as your eyes scanned the priceless hoard.

Tim nodded, his jaw tight. “This is bigger than anything we thought.”

But before either of you could take another step, the sound of footsteps echoed through the warehouse. Then came the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked.

“Get down!” Tim hissed, grabbing your arm and pulling you behind a stack of crates just as bullets ricocheted off the metal shelves around you.

The air filled with the deafening roar of gunfire. Your heart pounded in your chest as you crouched behind the crates, adrenaline surging through your veins.

“We’re pinned!” you shouted over the noise, peeking out to assess the situation.

Tim was already working on a plan, his face grim. “Stay here,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“No way,” you shot back. “We’re in this together.”

Before he could argue, another barrage of bullets forced you both lower. Tim pulled you into a safer corner, shielding you as much as he could.

“Stay down,” he said, his voice quieter but no less commanding. “I mean it, Y/N.”

But staying still wasn’t in your nature. As Tim fired a few rounds to keep the men at bay, you noticed a stack of crates teetering precariously near your attackers. Thinking quickly, you grabbed a length of metal pipe and swung it at the base of the stack. The crates toppled with a deafening crash, scattering the gunmen and buying you and Tim a precious few seconds.

“Go, now!” you yelled, pulling Tim toward a different set of cover as the chaos unfolded.

When the gunfire finally subsided, Tim leaned against the wall, catching his breath. His gaze flicked to you, his expression a mix of frustration and gratitude. “That was reckless,” he said, his voice tight.

“But it worked,” you countered, adrenaline still coursing through you.

Tim shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips despite himself. “You’ve always been like this. Always jumping in without thinking about the consequences.”

You arched an eyebrow, your tone sharp. “And you’ve always been the one playing it safe. Good thing we balance each other out.”

Before he could respond, the sound of approaching sirens filled the air, signaling the arrival of backup. Tim exhaled deeply, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

“Thanks,” he said finally, his voice softer. “For saving my ass back there.”

You shrugged, trying to play it off. “We’re a team, right? You’d do the same for me.”

Tim’s expression shifted, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I would.”

The moment hung between you, charged with more than just the adrenaline of the fight. But before either of you could say anything else, officers began flooding the warehouse, securing the scene.

As you watched the operation unfold, the weight of what had just happened settled over you. The danger had been real, too close for comfort, but it had also forced you and Tim to rely on each other in a way that felt oddly... natural.

The precinct’s parking lot was quiet, the hum of the city muffled in the cool evening air. The adrenaline from the stakeout had faded, leaving you with an exhausted calm. Tim stood a few steps away, leaning against his car, his hands in his pockets. His usual guarded expression was softer now, almost contemplative.

“You did good tonight,” he said, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, but there was something vulnerable in the way he avoided meeting your eyes.

“So did you,” you replied, folding your arms as you leaned against the car next to his.

He hesitated, then glanced your way. “I was scared for you,” he admitted quietly. The words seemed to cost him something, his jaw tightening as if bracing for a response.

The confession caught you off guard, the raw honesty cutting through the usual stoic exterior he wore so well. “Tim…” you started, but he shook his head, looking down.

“It’s not like me, I know,” he said. “But seeing you in the middle of that chaos tonight, knowing how close things got… It made me think.”

He trailed off, his words hanging in the air between you. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, he pushed off the car. “I should go. Long day tomorrow.”

As he turned toward his car, you acted on impulse, reaching out to grab his wrist. “Tim, wait.”

He stopped, his hand stiff under yours, his body tense. His eyes met yours, and in them, you saw the same mix of frustration, hurt, and confusion that had been simmering between you for years.

“I can’t keep pretending this is just professional,” you said, your voice firmer than you expected. “Not after everything. We need to talk about what happened. About us.”

Tim’s brow furrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Y/N, this isn’t the time—”

“No, Tim,” you interrupted, stepping closer. “We’ve been avoiding this for years. You walked away, and I’ve never understood why. I deserve to know.”

The tension between you spiked, the weight of your unresolved history pressing down on both of you. His eyes searched yours, his frustration evident. “You want to know why?” he said, his voice rising slightly. “Because I couldn’t keep up with you. You were always dreaming bigger, wanting more. And I—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think I was enough. Not for you, not for the life you wanted.”

You stared at him, stunned. “Tim, that’s—” You swallowed hard, your own emotions threatening to overwhelm you. “That’s not fair. You didn’t even give me a chance to decide that for myself. You just… left.”

His shoulders sagged, and for a moment, he looked completely worn down. “I didn’t know how to handle it. You had all these plans, these goals, and I was just… me. Sticking to what I knew, following the rules, doing what I thought I was supposed to do. I thought I was holding you back.”

Your grip on his wrist loosened, but you didn’t let go entirely. “You weren’t holding me back, Tim. You were my balance. I needed you. But when you left…” Your voice wavered, and you forced yourself to keep going. “I felt abandoned. Like I wasn’t worth fighting for.”

He looked away, his expression pained. “You were worth it. You always were. I just didn’t see it then.”

The weight of his words hit you hard, the lingering hurt mixing with the vulnerability in his voice. “I’ve learned a lot since then,” you said softly. “About what really matters. I used to think I had to choose—my career or my personal life. But I don’t. You can have both, Tim. You just have to want it enough to make it work.”

He finally looked at you again, his eyes filled with regret. “I should’ve fought harder for us. I see that now. And if I could go back…”

“You can’t,” you said, cutting him off gently. “But we’re here now. So what do we do with this?”

Tim was silent for a long moment, the weight of your question hanging heavily in the air. His eyes flicked between yours, searching for something—maybe understanding, maybe courage. Finally, he let out a shaky breath and stepped closer, the space between you disappearing.

“I don’t know how to fix everything I messed up,” he began, his voice raw, almost a whisper. “But I know one thing. I never stopped loving you. Not for a second. Not back then, not now. And it’s been hell trying to pretend otherwise.”

The confession hit you like a tidal wave, your heart racing in your chest. You hadn’t expected him to say it—to admit the very thing you’d been too afraid to hope for. For a moment, you were frozen, your mind spinning with emotions you couldn’t fully process.

But then you acted on instinct, closing the final gap between you and pressing your lips to his.

Tim stiffened in surprise at first, his breath hitching, but it lasted only a second. The next thing you knew, his hands were on your waist, pulling you closer as he melted into the kiss. It was everything you’d remembered and more—warm, consuming, and filled with the emotions you’d both kept buried for so long.

When you finally pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, his eyes still closed as if savoring the moment. His voice was barely audible, but the honesty in it was unmistakable. “I didn’t think I’d ever get this again,” he admitted, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as if afraid to let go.

You smiled softly, your hand coming up to rest against his cheek. “We’re here now, Tim. That’s what matters.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, the tension between you eased, replaced by something far deeper. This wasn’t just a tentative step forward—it was the beginning of a second chance. And this time, neither of you intended to let it slip away.

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Main Masterlist

Series:

Oh, Baby (dad!Jake Seresin): You might not have been his girlfriend, but when you left town one night a month after sleeping together, it completely broke Jake’s heart. Now, a year later, you’ve returned and you’re not alone. You have a new little companion that just so happens to bear a startling resemblance to Jake.

The One I Want (Jake Seresin x Plus Size!Reader): You're new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Signed Away (Arranged Marriage AU): You find out about the contractual marriage your parents arranged with Jake’s when you were a baby. You’re plenty angered by it, but Jake doesn’t seem too bothered. He might even be happy.

Stolen Angel (Angel/Demon AU): You thought you were having a one-night stand with some random, normal guy. Turns out he's a winged, demon-like stalker who has been obsessed with you for years.

One shots:

Forgetting: Jake forgets to pick you up at the airport because of his ex, and for the first time, you think maybe you and Jake aren't mean to be.

Can’t Let You Go: When you and Jake broke up, it hurt both of you more than you could handle. Now, after three months of barely seeing or speaking to one another, Jake walks in on the surprise of seeing you in a wedding dress, and it brings past memories and ruined dreams to the surface.

Rather Be with You: Jake has been away for six months and he just hopes you waited for him.

It’s oh so Quiet: you are in a bad relationship, and you just want to be with Jake.

Just a Little Weak:  You are Penny’s new bartender and she warns you to stay away from one particular pilot, so you do your very best to please your boss. It is only when Penny goes out of town for the summer, leaving you in charge of the bar, that the pilot finally makes his move, and you finally give in. 18+

Touch and Go: You and Jake had been sleeping together for months, and as sure as you were of your feelings for him, you were unsure of his for you. He, however, certainly knew how he felt about you, and after you decide to go on a long trip without telling him, he lets you know just exactly what’s on his mind. 18+

Lazy Mornings and Whatnot: After coming home from his last mission, Jake doesn’t want you to leave the bed and will do what he has to if it means insuring that you’ll stay, which leads to fluffy conversations.

Jealousy Game: You do a little experiment to try to make Jake jealous and it works, with unexpected consequences that change the way you thought the night would go. 18+

Jealous Jake and the Biting Problem; Jealous Jake and the Other Sleepover Buddy: You and Jake have a friends-with-benefits situation, but when he finds bite marks on you from another guy, he doesn’t handle it well. 

Split: You break up with Jake because his actions make you question everything you’ve had between you, but he wants you to take him back. 

A First and a Second: It’s soft Dad!Hangman from start to finish. And cute marriage stuff.

Wanting it all: Hangman ends up in the hospital from a very similar Phoenix/Bob/birds situation, and you suddenly regret keeping a big secret from him.  

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts: You and Jake had a history of flirting and occasionally kissing if too much time was spent at the bar, but it never went any further than that. One night, after showing up at your house and passing out on your couch, Jake wakes up the next morning only to learn he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.

Alive: After you get into an accident, Jake has a hard time coping with how close he was to losing you.

More Than What We Are: You and Jake are friends with benefits, and you have one rule: No feelings! Jake decides that rule doesn’t work for him anymore. 18+

Less Misery, More Company: Jake has feelings for you but you don’t believe it, so you play a little trick to get back at him for all of his flirtatious teasing. But that little trick fails miserably, and as the weight of your mistake settles in, you realize you owe him an explanation, one that requires you to admit some things you’ve long denied.

Back for More: Jake up and left you without explanation right before a mission. Now he’s returned wanting you back, but you want that explanation before you’ll be willing to let go of the pain and heartbreak from his sudden departure a month prior. 

Scrapes and Bruises:  When Rooster and Hangman get into a fight over you. Basically, Rooster is not thrilled about your relationship with Hangman, and their issues with one another bring up some fears of your own.

A Mission of Another Kind:Jake is assigned to a mission he did not think he would have to take part in, despite training for it with everyone else. Considering its high level of danger, you had been happy he hadn’t volunteered for it, until he came to your house one morning to tell you he had been assigned and would be leaving within the hour.

Drabbles:

He Doesn’t - Jake doesn’t do relationships...right?

Early - Jake’s a sweet boyfriend when reader gets her period.

Jake helps his drunk girlfriend

His Princess

“The bed is cold without you here”

Perfect for me, Baby - Jake is there for you when you have body-image concerns. 

Get Me Through - Jake helps you through the death of a loved one. 

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The buying and selling of shares takes place at stock exchanges, with the two major ones in India being the NSE and the BSE. Owing to the high volume of transactions that occur across various locations in the country, stock exchanges offer access to them through intermediaries known as stockbrokers.

[catholic-character-tournament]

FINALS - Catholic Character Tournament

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Wolfwood

I love him. Man who has no faith in himself or humanity or god with so much blood on his hands, fighting for something he knows he can never see come to fruition in person. He carries his own literal cross and grave marker on his back. Just… he’s so iconic to me.

I'm sure I'm not the first to submit him. But I did it anyway. I hope he wins and I'll do anything in my power to make sure he does

Dude is literally a priest who carries around a giant cross. Yes he uses the cross to murder people but that is besides the point. Also he has a mini church he carries around for on-the-go confession services.

hes literally a priest(hes not a priest in the reboot but he is in the original and thats what matters to Me). he carries around a cross that is actually secretly a gun with guns inside that gun. he runs a church/orphanage. he carries around a portable confession booth and charges people money for it because he is broke as fuck. he dies bleeding out over an alter begging to god for forgiveness he doesnt think he deserves. he is everything to me.

look at this man he's a priest with a cross shaped gun that (spoilers) dies against the side of a church while waxing poetic about life and redemption (/spoilers), this is the Catholic ever.

Wolfwood is liiiiiterally Judas coded in the text. AND his weapon is a massive cross that turns into a machine gun and a LASER. Not to mention his religious trauma. Oh baby. The religious trauma.

Homeboy literally walks around with a giantass 300lb machine gun shaped like a cross called the Punisher. Hes a priest/undertaker depending on what version of trigun you reference. Grew up in a church orphanage. Also literally walks around with a portable confessional box for people to pay to confess to him. Need i say more.

HE IS LITERALLY JUDAS. he is literally leading the jesus allegory to his doom. hes also in love with the jesus allegory (vash). he is also carrying arouns a giant cross rhat is also a gun. hes literally catholic and judas and his tits are perfect. in one piece of official art he's wearing a cross choker. also the catholicism on gunsmoke is about making vash submit. wolfwood looking at that pathetic wet mess of a man oh i can make him submit easily.

He literally carries around a giant cross and is referred to as a priest by multiple characters. also he offers people confessionals

He carries a huge machine gun that is in the shape of a cross that is really heavy (he is strong) and his boobs are huge. So you know hes serving cunt in a god honoring way. Also in trigun 1998 he brings around a small chapel that he uses as a portable confessional and in trigun stampede he holds funeral services as an undertaker which are way overly priced. Also he dies very gayly (basicly confessing his love to his best boy friend forever)

Nick's funny bc he's probably the least Christian acting guy but is literally a preacher. There's a running gag with Vash asking some variation of "what the hell kinda churchman are you?" His gun is a gigantic cross. He rides a shitty motorcycle in the middle of the desert.

ok so thematically the main conflict in trigun is about peace vs violence and its represented by the characters vash and knives respectively. the two aren't /technically/ angels but thematically and through imagery they are and are comparable to michael and lucifer specifically. ANYWAYS. vash and knives are the characters who are constantly pushing and pulling at wolfwood's morality, sort of like a "the devil and god are raging inside of me" kinda deal. his grappling with his morality and faith is a big factor in his character. also he has a giant fucking gun shaped like a cross. and he dies in a church while praying.

Bros an orphan who grew up at a Catholic orphanage and taken away to be trained and genetically changed into a supercharged assassin for interworldly beings that have lots of angel imagery attached. Guy thought he was just going to be taken to become a missonary...instead he got 6 years of religious trauma. He still wears a cross necklace and holds it often. His gun is a literal cross "full of mercy" (its a missile launcher). He never really believed fully in the faith or anything, but the way he interacts with it is FASCINATING. He's jaded by the planet he lives on and his upbringing, and makes him say his most iconic quote: "We're nothing like God. Not only do we have limited powers, but sometimes we're driven to become the devil himself." He prays to a God he doesn't know if he actually believes in, asking for another day— for hope for the human race. The organization hes part of (The Eye of Michael) works for an interdimensional otherworldly being that has an incredible amount of angelic metaphor and imagery attached who intends to purge the planet of humans... and ends up siding with that guy's twin brother who is so Jesus coded it's insane. They are best friends even as Wolfwood is acting under instructions to babysit and watch him for his twin brother. He dies after facing down against his old mentor (named Chapel) and his pseudo brother from the orphanage who was taken into the Eye as well and his Jesus bestie buries him and sticks his cross-gun in the ground after losing his shit crazy style and using his pseudo alien angel Jesus powers to lash out at his brother for being the cause of Wolfwood's death. Rest in peace king

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Sister Michael

She drives a DeLorean. She does judo on Fridays. She likes a good statue and despises the French. Her full nun name is Sister George Michael, after the guy from Wham!. She is the fiercest nun you’ll ever come across and, if you’re attending Lady Immaculate College, she’s the woman in charge. So whatever you do, if you’re feeling anxious or worried or just need a chat: don’t come crying to her.

joined the nunnery for the free accommodation?

she does love a good statue it has to be said

She is the headmistress of a catholic school <3

sister michael so reminds me of the nuns who taught me. they're tough and sometimes a little harsher than a woman who dedicated her life to god should be but they're also wonderful people. i had a nun teacher who was 60 years old and would do handstands. another nun (also in her 60s) told me god was nonbinary. another was really mean and made me cry. (so did the handstand nun.) while the catholic girls school is The Catholic Experience, the school wouldn't have been the same for me or the derry girls without at least one nun who seemed to have sprung up out of the ground fully formed, ageless.

[anticapitalistclown]

what about giving lookism men the remote of a vibrator 👀 especially with jake

omg sure (made a poll and Gun and Goo were the most voted)

Giving Jake, Gun and Goo the remote of your vibrator, smut scenario

Jake

Giving your boyfriend the remote of your vibrator was a spicy idea that fueled the tease he is.

Jake is more of the private type so he only takes use of it in the privacy of home.

You were seated on his lap, hugging his broad shoulders whimpering on his ear, Jake had you seated pretty on his lap, his hands grabbing your hips, his lips kissing your neck and shoulders, on his right hand was the control of your vibrator he pressured the max "good girl *kiss* keep making those sounds *kiss*" you hugged him tighter, and your whimpering turned into moans, your hips moved up and down grinding against his lap "oh you're close?" he grabbed your chin and kissed your lips you nodded at him "let me see that pretty face" you looked pleading at him "so pretty" he chuckled, you were feeling the climax approaching "I'm cumming!" and the vibrator stopped, your face changed completely and your head fell on his shoulder, you bit on his shoulder "c'mon Jakee" you cried but he left a chuckle, Jake broke your orgasm for the third time "m'sorry pretty" he laughed and started the remote to the max, you saw his hand palming his bulge "c'mon grind on it again, this time I won't pause I promise".

Gun

You really want him to take the remote of your vibrator? He's gonna make sure you can't use panties for the next week from the overstimulation

He doesn't care using on public he indeed will do it occasionally but he prefers using it at home so he can see your fucked up expression

Gun had you handcuffed, your hands and feet restrained between them, your face down and your ass up in bed, displayed for him, in your pussy the vibrator that was abusing your clit and hole, a view your boyfriend loved, your legs were trembling, and you were feeling the different vibrations he was selecting, your face was tear stained while you heard him chuckle "aah what a view, my angel" he upgraded the vibrations making you whimper "you like it?" he palmed his bulge and took a sip of his whiskey "c'mon give me another one" you denied with your head and cried "you're a big girl show me you can do it" he slapped your ass, the vibrations were changing again making you close to another orgasm "that's it, cum pretty for me baby".

Goo

when you gave him the remote he already knew what it was about, you had him on his knees promising you he's gonna wife you up, you were made for him.

he's obsessed on teasing you, even in public, meetings, gatherings, in private, when you're having sex, whatever and whenever, he loves to be in charge with the toys.

Today was supposed to be a relaxing day, watching a movie he wanted to show you a while ago, but here you are sitting on his lap, your back resting on his strong chest and his legs parting yours, the vibrator inside of you and the remote on his hand "tell me pretty, what is happening in the movie now?" he kissed your ear "they are making a club" you whimpered making him sadistically smile "and what are the rules of the fight club?" he increased the vibrations "Goo!" you moaned causing him to stop "c'mon!" you whined, his hands caressed your legs "it's easy baby" he kissed your cheek, and you sighed "first rule, you do not talk about fight club and second rule, you do not talk-" he increased to the max "Goo! you do not talk about the fight club!" you moaned "good girl, yeah that's it my beautiful princess, now focus more on the film, okay?".