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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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Kindly Unspoken, Part 8

Summary: Amaris meets Howard and Tara

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader, Amaris Everett X Reader, The Everett’s

Rating: 🥹

Warnings: mild language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Amaris?” You poke your head in the little girl’s room, and she drops one of her critters to turn and look at you with a smile, “How was your stay?”

“I like it here. Are there really no kids in this family? Just the baby?” You nod your head yes with a sweet smile, walking over to sit on her made bed. “I did it myself,” she smiles, cleaning up the few critters before walking over to sit beside you. “I never had my own stuff.”

“Does it bother you?” She shrugs her shoulders, and pulls her bunny over to her lap, giving him a quick hug. “Is it just a lot?” She nods her head, resting her chin on the bunny’s head, and you extend a hand to rest on her knee, “It’s okay. They love you, and are willing to do whatever they need to do to make you comfortable.”

“It’s weird that I’m the only kid.”

“Not for long. Your dad…he was struggling to deal with your mother’s death. Your uncle Curtis, I think he’s a bit annoying to find someone to have a kid with,” her little nose scrunches up, and she looks up at you with a giggle. “Your uncle Hayden is having a baby soon. He’s the same age your mother was when you were born.”

“Do you think my dad will want more kids? I’m okay with cousins, but this big house just seems empty. There’s empty rooms. Everyone had their own beds last night.”

“I think if your dad found the right person to have kids with, he would consider it. Do you want a brother or sister?”

She looks at you, giggling again, “Yeah, I’m used to having all these kids around. He’s handsome isn’t he? My dad, he’s handsome?” You look over at her to see her peeking up at you when you nod your head. “Do you think I look like him?”

“I think you look just like your mom, but those eyes, those come from him.”

“I made a Christmas list last night,” she stands walking over to her doll house. Picking up a few things, “I like this, but I love these,” she sits at a table with a growing town of critters. “Andy…dad helped me pick out a few more. He’s gonna take my desk out of here, and put it downstairs, and have a big table for all of them. It’ll go from here to here,” she shows you the distance of the table, and her eyes start to light up. “I’ll have room to grow my city. It’s just a lot.”

“The toys? The attention? The love?” She nods at you picking up a little rabbit critter, moving it to another location, “You deserve all that Amaris. These people, your family, they love you and just want to make sure you have everything you need and want. They just missed out on so much of your life. It won’t always be this much.”

“I know,” marching over to a long ribbon holding a ton of bows, she picks one off, and walks over to you, “Can you put it in my hair?”

“You nervous?”

“What if they don’t like me?”

“Oh, sweet girl,” you hum, spinning her around to look at her. She really did have eyes that were exactly like her father’s. Bright blue, with a few spots of green, “You saw how your aunt and uncles loved you immediately. Your grandparents will love you so much.”

“I’m not my mom though.”

“I know. It’ll be overwhelming to them, remember, they lost their daughter, and you look just like her. But they’re going to love you for you. It’ll be two more people to love and spoil you, and Doll tells me they have a stinky farting dog,” she giggles up at you, reaching her hand for your own.

“Will you stay with me?”

“I wasn’t supposed to. I was coming to check how your night was.”

“But, will you stay with me? New people kinda scare me. And I like you. You get me,” you nod your head, starting to walk out of her bedroom when you spot Curtis jumping back from your bag, “I’ve heard about you and being sneaky, Curtis,” she giggles, and you walk over to your bag, extending a hand out.

“What did I take?” He asks with that annoying little grin.

“Give me the gray sticky notes,” Curtis hangs his mouth open, but slaps the notes into your hand, mumbling something. “Are you going to torture me every time I’m around you?” He chuckles, nodding his head. “Why?”

“It’s fascinating how you just know. You know? Like not just the color coordinating, which by the way, I love that you have this whole color scheme depending on where you are. Reminds me of someone. But you just know with barely looking at your stuff what I took.”

“It’s a long story, Mr. Everett. Maybe another time we can unpack my childhood, but for now, how about we go to your parents. I’m sure Amaris is ready to meet the rest of her family, huh?” She squeezes your hand just a bit tighter, but nods her head. “Your aunt and uncle, and Doodle are already there. Remember, Doodle can sense distress, so he will lay his head on your lap to comfort you, okay?”

“Okay. Andy…dad? You ready?”

“Of course,” he says, grabbing her other hand. Andy hopes in time that she would not hesitate in what she called him, but it was still new and she was still trying to figure out her place in the family.

You however notice how both her and Andy take a deep breath, nearly at the same time. Huffing it out with the same force. It was adorable how this little girl wasn’t raised with her family, but still had their mannerisms.

“Hayden!” Tara shouts at her son, while Doll puts her hand over his mouth giggling. “Hayden Elias Everett, you are keeping something from me. Doll, get off of him.”

“I can’t. Hayden, quit moving around so much, you’re going to disturb the baby,” Tara knew that her son’s wife had distracted him enough when his mouth drops open, and his hand moves over to her belly, leaning over to kiss on that tiny swell.

“You’re fighting dirty, miss. You’re using that precious jellybean to get him to lie to his mother,” Hayden’s eyes slowly look up at his wife, pouting, and she shakes her head no. “Why?”

“We have a surprise, well, Andy is bringing a surprise.”

“Yes, Andy Barber is coming to this house, and bringing you and dad a surprise, isn’t he Doodle Dude?” Doodle trots over to Tara, laying his head on her lap, and Tootles barks at him from Howard’s lap.

“Princess, be nice to your…what did we decide he was? Cousin? Nephew? Brother? I can’t keep up with dog genealogy. Just be…nice,” his eyes drift towards the door as footsteps approach. Doll curls up in Hayden’s lap, pulling his hand to her stomach, while Tara stands to open the door.

“Tara,” Andy extends a hand to her. Standing in front of Amaris but she peeks from behind him, and when Tara gasps, she hides her face again. “Howard, I want you two to meet someone. Come on, little bit,” Amaris shakes her head no, but her little hand grabs onto Andy’s, and she pushes her face in his back. “Amaris, you sure?”

Reaching behind him, he gives her bunny a little tug. “Sweetheart, you need Doodle?”

“No, I want to be invisible.”

“Andy…what…who do…who do you got there?” The little girl peeks her head back around Andy slowly, and the moment that her face is fully exposed, Tara’s hand covers her mouth. There was no denying who this little girl belonged to. It was like seeing her daughter all over again.

Big round eyes, and a face that could make you forgive any of her transgressions. She gives Tara a smile, and the woman struggles to breathe. Hiccuping out Howard’s name, when she gets down to her knees, holding out a hand for Amaris. “What’s your name?”

“Amaris Mae Everett.”

“Oh, god,” Tara, lets her tears waterfall down her cheeks, and Howard stands, placing a calming hand on her shoulder, “Where…I don’t even know what to say?”

“It’s not important right now,” Andy interjects, still holding Amaris’ hand, and she grabs yours, leading the two of you into the house, followed by Curtis. “What’s important is that I found my daughter. Howard, Tara, I want you to meet your granddaughter. Amaris, this is your grandparents. I think they were dubbed Nini and Poppy by Sailor. The baby we were telling you about.”

“The one that’s gonna be like a cousin?” Andy gives her a smile and a nod. Sitting on the couch, and she crawls in beside him, patting her leg for Doodle, and patting the seat beside her, “Angel,” she whispers up at you, “Sit down.”

While you think that she needed some time with her family to get acquainted with them, she wanted you there, right with her. Scooting a bit closer to you, and even laying her head on your shoulder.

Tara was in shock. Her eyes never leave the little girl, unless she was looking at a picture of little Curtis and Jessie holding onto a baby Hayden, and then back to her granddaughter.

“Dad?” Hayden whispers to his father, finally getting people preoccupied and comfortable with Amaris. His wife sits beside her, listening to her tell a story, and the little girl even leans over to talk to her belly, “Can I talk to you?” Hayden already heads to his dad’s office, and Howard holds Tara’s shoulder as he walks into his office. His youngest son paces in there before gesturing to his chair.

“Son…?”

“No, let me talk. Something has been bothering me.”

“Your sister’s daughter has been united with her family, what could possibly be bothering you?”

He walks over to the door, locking it, before he stares at his dad, “I don’t know if her being here is going to make a difference. What I do know is that Jessie’s money you saved, you gave to my wife for her school, and a house, and we’re paying the difference,” Howard slowly nods his head. Weaving his fingers together, he rests his chin on his hands.

“If you wanna take it back, I get it, but…I don’t want Doll to know about it. I’ll pay you back, with interest. But I don’t want my wife to think that now that Amaris is here that she’s going to lose everything. I don’t want our baby to become unimportant because you have Jessie back. Her daughter, I mean. I know mom is still just staring at her, and Doll notices it, too. I know it’s probably just a shock, but my baby matters, too. Amaris is excited about my baby, and she talks to the belly, and just…don’t forget about us. I will…I will pay it back, and you can have the money for Amaris, it’s not a big deal, just don’t…I don’t want Doll to know.”

“Son, you finished?” Hayden takes a deep breath, and moves to sit down in front of his dad’s desk. Looking at the last family picture of the five of them, before Howard speaks, “I don’t want that money back.”

“But it was Jessie’s. Amaris is Jessie’s.”

“I understand that. I have no regrets in using Jessie’s money to pay for Doll’s education and to put the rest towards her dream house. Your home for you and your family. I don’t want that money. I did that, and your mother, because she saved us. Your mother is getting to experience pregnancy with a daughter because of Doll. I know you look at that little girl and think we’re going to put all our energy in her, and forget about Sailor or forget about this next baby. I won’t allow it.”

Hayden looks down at his lap, wiping away his tears, before looking up at his dad, “You promise? My baby is going to be amazing, too.”

“I do promise. When you have another kid, you’ll know how your love can be spread. It’s like your heart just gets bigger. And you won’t even realize what love is, until they place that baby on your wife’s chest. Do you think we love Sailor more than you?”

“Define more? I think you like Sailor more than you like me.”

“Because Sailor is Poppy’s Guppy, and you are an annoying little shit most of the time, but I love you. Being a grandparent is so much better than being a parent. They cry, I hand them to their parents. They poop, they go to their parents. I get to only do fun things with Sailor. We had to be the people to discipline you. But I don’t want your money. Something tells me that Amaris is gonna be just fine with the Andy Barber. Judging by your wife’s interest, she’s going to be very spoiled by her as well. Now, who is the other woman?”

Hayden slumps down in relief, laughing out loud at his father’s question, “She’s the social worker. Curtis likes teasing her, Amaris feels comfortable with her, and Andy doesn’t seem to mind when she’s around,” Howard cocks up an eyebrow, Amaris did need a mother figure. You were doing just that for her. “I know, aren’t you proud I called him Andy instead of Andy Barber?”

“Get back out there with your wife. And quit calling that man by his full name.”

“No, if I called him Andrew Stephan Barber, that would just be weird.”

Amaris had been looking at the piano off and on the whole time she was meeting her grandparents. She had always wanted to play one, and when everyone seemed to be a bit transfixed on something beside herself, she walks over to it, opening it up, and just stares at the keys.

Howard puts Tootles beside him, and walks over to her, sitting on the bench, he presses one of the keys, and she smiles up at him, “Do you play?”

“No. I’ve never even seen one in real life.”

“This was your mother’s. All the kids played some kind instrument for a little bit. Hayden played the trumpet very terribly, and Curtis can actually play the cello. But your mom loved the piano,” he moves his fingers over the keys, playing an easy melody of Heart and Soul, and smiles over at her. “I know how to play, too.”

“Do you think I could learn?” She watches his hands trying to mimic them, before he places her fingers on a few keys.

“Should you want to, yeah. I think you’d be great. I think everyone needs to learn to play an instrument, and read music. Push that finger and that finger down,” she smiles up at him, and pushes the two fingers down, smiling when it creates a pretty sound. “I know that I would love to have this house filled with piano music again.”

“Ah!” She squeals, reminding Howard of how Jessie would scream when she was excited. “Dad! Can I take piano lessons?” There was no hesitation this time. She didn’t teeter between calling Andy his name or dad. Saying dad easily ran off her tongue, and you give her a big smile. She was going to be okay.

“Of course. It’s a lot of work and practice,” even Andy noticed the lack of stuttering. His heart filled with pride as she asks Howard to teach her something else. Reminding him of her mother practicing her music before she would ever come out and play with him. Amaris was going to be okay. Andy was finally a father.

You quietly start to walk out the door, letting the family spend some time together, but you’re followed by Andy, “Where are you going?”

“I was gonna call an Uber or something.”

“Why?” He asks, sitting down with you on the swing. “We’ve just got to the good part.”

“It’s as it should be. You’ve got your family. She’s happy. She’s so happy, Andy.”

“I think she may still need you from time to time. But, if you want to leave, let me take you. You don’t need to call a car. But Tara is a really good cook. I think her and Doll made pasta or something. They made enough with you in mind. What I mean is, just please stay?”

“I can’t make this a regular thing. I do have things I need to do. I have a job, and other kids that need my help.”

“So you’re staying? It would mean a lot to Amaris. And Curtis hasn’t got to steal one of your forks or something,” Andy shrugs, while you glare annoyed at him. “I’m only playing. Do they need to have a certain amount of prongs?”

“That was uncalled for,” you playfully answer. “Here I was willing to stay for dinner since you’re forcing my hand, and then you make a comment about my forks. I like them to have three, though,” Andy grimaces, knowing that they had more than three, “And that was a joke. If I wanted three prongs, I would carry a fork up to my standards in my bag. Lead the way, Andy. I will stay this once.”

“Thank you, Angel,” Andy opens up the door, letting you in, and you feel as if everyone turns to look at you, and you take a step back, bumping into Andy, “They’re just a nosy bunch. Don’t think anything of it. Look,” it didn’t take much for them to go about their business, ignoring whatever had transpired. “Thank you for staying. I really mean that.”

“You’re welcome, Andy Barber.”

“Oh, I can’t deal with someone else calling me that. Please, just Andy.”

“Okay, just Andy,” you giggle, going to sit on the floor with Amaris who was playing with a few toys that Doll had brought for her here. She was going to be okay. And you had to push Andy Barber out of your mind.

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hitchell-mope · 1 year ago

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More albums that I’ve recently added to my Spotify playlist.

Guys and dolls. 1950

Grease

Guys and dolls. 1955

Grease 2

Guys and dolls. 1992

An American in Paris. 1951.

Singing in the rain. 1952

An American in Paris. 2014.

Singing in the rain. 2012

Cabaret. 1966

Pretty woman

Cabaret. 1972

The lightning thief

Cabaret. 2021

Kinky boots. 2005

Tick tick boom

Kinky boots. 2013

La La land.

Kinky boots. 2016

Hannah Montana the movie

Sweeney Todd. 1979

Frankenstein.

Sweeney Todd. 2005

Young Frankenstein. Broadway

Sweeney Todd. Movie

Young Frankenstein. West end

Sweeney Todd. 2012

Tomorrow morning

Sweeney Todd. 2023.

Jersey boys. Broadway

Billy Elliot. Musical

Jersey boys. Movie.

#guys and dolls #grease #grease 2 #an american in paris #cabaret #pretty woman #singin in the rain #the lightning theif musical #kinky boots #tick tick boom #la la land #hannah montana the movie #sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street #frankenstein musical #young frankenstein musical #tomorrow morning #jersey boys #billy elliot

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shelbywhew · 11 months ago

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Oh geez, this poor girl. She being preyed upon in so many ways. It’s like folks wanna put her in a display curio and take her out when they feel like it. She’s more doll than dove at this point because bird flies. Or at least she’ll turn into a doll after her wings are officially clipped. 😩

But yeah, man, what do you mean? She’s exactly where she needs to be?

🎵🍳 from the pan into the fire 🔥 🎵

Don't Speak 42

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Almost lost this chapter bc my computer went nuts.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

You hit delete chat in the conversation settings. You leave it just as blank as before and close out the app. Just like Dr. Kemp said to. He can’t be there right away but he has a better plan. You’re not good at those anyway.

All you have to do now is wait out Andy. He’ll be going to work come morning and you’ll be alone. Then you can take your things, the things that are really yours, and leave. Finally. You realise that’s exactly what you’ve been longing for. A way out.

The hard part is still ahead of you. Freedom is still just out of reach. You have to pretend that everything’s fine but you’re realising, you’ve been doing that for a while.

You shake off your nerves and roll the tears back behind your eyes. You can cry later. Even as your cheeks strain and your nose tingles, you resist. Not yet, not yet.

You finish tidying up the tablet, trying to leave it as you found it. With not much else than your drawings. You close the cover and bring it with you as you turn off the lights and head upstairs. You sop up the mess in the bathroom and leave it dark.

You hesitate to approach the bedroom. You hear Andy’s snores, low and steady. Your skin crawls. You enter and put the tablet on the small side table where you charge it. You hang the damp robe and face the bed.

For the first time in your life, you want to hurt someone. You’re not afraid of being the one hurt. You really want to hit him and kick him and just let out your fury on him. You can’t and you won’t. You’re not who he told you you are. And you’re not strong enough for that. You’re still too small, too weak.

So you near the bed and climb under the covers. You move slowly as you pull the duvet to your chin. He snorts, making you wince, and sidles up behind you as he wraps his arm around you. You go rigid but fight through the ice that threatens to encase you. He can’t know, he can’t know.

“Mmm, where were you?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Had a bath,” you squeak, putting your hand over his. You want to rip him away but instead, you squeeze, holding him tighter. “Sorry.”

“Nmph,” he grumbles and nuzzles your crown, just as quickly drifting back into his rhythmic snores.

You exhale little by little. You close your eyes but just as quickly open again. You know you won’t sleep. You can’t. Not with him as good as on top of you. Not knowing what awaits you in the morning. But mostly, not with that needling guilt in the nape of your neck.

Amber.

You betrayed your own sister. You treated her like a villain. You demonised her. You ostracised her. You left her!

You don’t know if she can ever forgive you. You can’t blame her for that. Worse, you don’t think you’d let her forgive you. You don’t deserve it.

You feel brittle as you bite down on your cheeks. No crying, not yet, you remind yourself. For once, you have to do things right. You have to follow through. It’s up to you now.

🕊️

“I didn’t know you could make crepes,” Andy smiles as he cuts into the roll, compote fruit and syrup oozing out.

You do your best to mirror him, making a show of nibbling away at your own food.

“I found a recipe,” you tap your tablet, not far from you.

“That’s great. You’re… doing better.”

“I’m trying,” you assure him, “I hope it doesn’t make you late for work.”

“Hm? Oh, no, breakfast with you is worth it,” he pops a bit into his mouth and hums. You regret not spitting in it, repulsed by the thought when it came to you, but now, not so much.

He can sit there and lie to you. It makes it easier for you to do the same. He’s been lying this entire time. Making you feel like you’re a problem. A burden. No, you were a thing to be used. To be exploited. He never liked you, the girl he calls dove, he only liked what he could get out of you. And he got off on it.

He took Amber from you. He did that. Yes, you’re stupid for falling for it but he knew what he was doing. He lied to you. And you know exactly how he did it.

He took all that therapy and twisted it around on you. You wonder why he even bothers with Dr. Kemp when he’s not trying to change. More than the narcissist he branded your sister, he’s a psychopath. You found that on the internet too.

Bitter, angry, hateful. You’ve never felt this way before. You’ve never truly loathed anyone. Not even your grandfather. His fists were nothing compared to Andy’s emotional battering.

“Well, don’t let it get too cold. They get gummy,” you force a smile, only fed by the thought of what comes after. Of what you’re going to do when he leaves.

Run.

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When Andy leaves, you’re in the kitchen tidying up. You left all the dishes in a stack to make a convincing show for him. You’ll be busy all day scouring the skillet and the fruit stuck to the inside of the pot, along with your plates and the cutlery. Oh and the mess you made of the counters.

The door closes but you don’t break your charade right away. You give it ten minutes. Fifteen, just to be sure. Then you tiptoe down the hall and look out the window. The tire tracks are already snowed over.

You don’t hesitate. You’ve never been more certain of anything in your life. This is your chance. You spin and race upstairs.

You search the closet and the dresser, everywhere for the bag you brought there. It’s gone. Along with all the clothes from your old life. All that was you. Andy took them along with everything else.

Whatever. You grab a few pieces of the more practical slant; turtlenecks, some leggings, a pair of jeans. Socks and underwear. You work quickly, with intent. Just enough to get out, not a lot. Not too much. As little as you can. You don’t want to keep too much that will remind you of this place.

You rush back downstairs after you change. You grab your tablet and message Dr. Kemp, the chat log still blank. You delete each message once he responds. You can’t be too careful.

‘He’s gone. When can you get here?’

His reply isn’t long; ‘ten minutes, been waiting a block away.’

‘I’ll be outside.’

You close the cover of the tablet and stare at it. You hover it over the countertop but stop yourself. No, you earned this. It’s yours. Andy never did pay you for the painting. Not in full.

You hug the tablet and go to retrieve the bag you found in the front closet. A tote bag with faded floral print. You don’t wonder where it came from. You don’t want to think too hard about him or this place. They’ll soon be long gone.

You pull on your boots and your coat. That’s all he’s left you of your former existence. You don’t suspect you would have them for much longer if you stay. You shudder and grip the fabric handles of the bag.

You open the front door and step out into the drift. The snow floats down in fluffy flakes. As you step off the porch, it collects on your lashes. You make slow progress, lifting your knees high as the unshoveled walk makes each step a task. As you come up to the curb, a distant rumble comes from down the avenue.

You shield your eyes against the steady snowfall and squint. You think it’s Dr. Kemp. You’re not sure. When you saw his car, it was dark and you were more focused on other things.

He rolls down the snow-carpeted road cautiously and pulls in the next driveway before turning around and coming up along the curb. He grins at you through the passenger window and the doors unlock with a loud thunk. You grab the handle and pull.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

“Thanks, doctor, I… thank you. I…”

“You sounded scared, how could I say no?”

You nod and look over your shoulder at the house.

“Let me deal with Andy when the time comes,” he insists, “come on, it’s hell out here. Get in.”

You nod and haul your bag onto the floor ahead of you and put the tablet on top. You stop yourself before you release the device. You look at Dr. Kemp. He stares.

“You alright?” He asks.

“I forgot something,” you say as you let go of the tablet. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll be two minutes,” you hold up as many fingers, “promise.”

“I trust you, sweetheart,” he assures with a smile, “I’ll be here.”

You take and breath and close the passenger door gently. You whip around and stumble back up the walk, stepping into the holes you left on your way out. You burst inside, not carrying for the melting snow you leave in your stead or the undone dishes, or anything about this place. There’s only one last thing that needs to be done.

You take the stairs two at a time as you complete your final chore. You barrel back down and don’t bother with a final goodbye as you head back out. For once, you feel accomplished. Like you’ve done something and you don’t give a heck what Andy feels.

You don’t look back, you just keep going. You falter but not from doubt, only the snow. You get back to the car and rip the door open, climbing in with a heave. You fall into the seat as you snap the door shut. You lean your head back and sigh.

“I’m ready to go now,” you say.

“Great,” he shifts into gear, “put your seat belt on, sweetheart, the roads are awful.”

You do as he says as you catch your breath. Your skin is buzzing from more than just the cold. You fold your hands as you try to settle your nerves.

“Good girl,” Dr. Kemp praises, “we’ll be home soon.”

🕊️

It’s real once you walk through the front door. You look around at the home decor and nearly fall apart. The stringent, almost sterile walls of Andy’s house haunt you. It’s only then, with something to compare them to, that you realise how much you dreaded them. How much you despised them.

You look around and take in every inch. The brown leather bench beside the door, a tall coat rack on the other side of the entryway, a mat for your snow laden boots, and a runner rug with the honey coloured curlicues on a deeper shade of brown. There’s a faint smell of cedar in the air.

“Ann made up the guest room for you,” he says, “and the kids are at school so they shouldn’t be a bother.”

You stop short, your hands on the collar of your coat. You look at him, dull with shock. Your cheeks tremble as you gulp.

“Ann… your…”

“My wife, yeah,” he says coolly, “she’s excited to meet you.”

“She is?” You blink, “I uh…” your eyes flit all around, “I’m so sorry, this isn’t–”

“It’s fine,” he intones, “really. She understands how vulnerable some of them a safe space.”

It’s like a slap in the face. You don’t know what you expected or why you expected it. He’s your doctor, you’re his patient, a crazy person. How did you forget that?

You glance down at his hand, his left hand. There’s a gold ring on his finger. It wasn’t there before. Not in your sessions, not at Thanksgiving. Never. Why wasn’t he with his family during the holidays?

“I thought I heard the door,” a woman appears from the other end of the hall, “oh, this must be her.”

You bat your lashes, fighting to hold yourself together. Don’t cry yet.

“Uh, hi,” you squeak as she struts down the hall.

“Hello, hon,” the tall blonde pulls you into a hug as you cower.

“Ann,” Kemp clears his throat.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I forget–” she lets you go, “I didn’t scare you, did I?”

You only shake your head. Your eyes are dry and itchy. You can only look back at her before slowly glancing at Steve. Your cheeks twinge and your lips pinch. He never told you about her. Why would he?

You feel like your chest is empty. There’s an icy whirlwind inside of you, flowing through you, sending a shiver up your spine. This is the worst thing you've ever felt. What is it?

“Ann,” Kemp says, “she's had a long night.”

“Oh, of course, you take her up to the guest room,” she backs off, “you take your time, hon, do whatever you need to do.”

You nod and mouth a thank you, unable to get any noise out. She goes back the way she came and you turn, focusing on undoing your coat. What have you done?

“I guess I should've warned you, huh? What with your… issues,” he rubs the back of his neck. “Just let me know if it gets too crowded around here.”

“Okay,” you croak.

You bend to wiggle free of your boots. You don't know what to do. You just want to be alone.

He leads you through the house. Into a cozy front room and to a staircase curled up to the second floor. You follow behind him, the tote bag dangling from your grasp.

He opens a door as he faces you. You try to hide your emotions but you can barely keep from frowning. He rests his hand on the door frame.

“This is you. I'm down at the very end,” he points over his shoulder, “if you need anything…”

“I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? For…”

“Coming here.”

“Sweetheart, I wouldn't say yes if it was a problem,” he coos as he reaches to caress your shoulder, “I wouldn't be a very good doctor if I don't make sure my patients are safe, huh?”

“I guess not,” you murmur.

“Look, you just get yourself situated. Try to relax. I know a lot's happened but you're strong. You can do this,” he leans in, “I believe in you.”

He kisses your forehead and you wince. His hand goes to your chin as he pulls away. You stare up at him.

“I meant it when I said you're special,” he hums.

“I…” you turn your head away from him, slipping free, “I need to lay down.”

“Sure,” he smirks and drops his hand, “I'll check in when I can.”

You turn into the bedroom, slouching through as you sense him behind you. You feel him watching, as if waiting for something. You refuse to look back.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he purrs, “you're exactly where you need to be.”

The door shuts and you gasp as the bag falls from your hand. What does he mean?

#andy barber #dark!andy barber #dark andy barber #don't speak #andy barber x reader #steve kemp #library au #au #fresh #series #uh oh #uhhhhh #here we go again #caged bird?#doll collector #yikes #poor reader

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deanswhiskey · 1 month ago

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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

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summary; sam asks you to cut his hair

wc; 1,193

warnings; just kissing, this is beta so apologize for spelling mistakes

authors note; hiiii ☺️ i’ve been in such a writers block but i think it’s over (don’t hold me to that) so im gonna try to write more. this fic is heavily inspired by that one scene in friends where kathy cuts chandlers hair if you couldn’t tell

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“can you cut my hair?”

the words slipped out of sam’s mouth. he only half meant it. he couldn’t ask you to do that for him; not when he could go to a barber for a few bucks.

sam loved him long hair, he did, but there were times that it got so frustrating. the brushing, the knots, the maintenance, and not to mention sam winchester had to worst bed head. although, you thought it was adorable.

you and sam were nothing more than best friends. you have been for a while. sure there was longing glances, accidental brushing of hands, the rare occasions where there wasn’t enough rooms in the motel so you’d have to share a bed. but you were just friends. that’s all it will and ever be.

dean hated it, too much tension for him. it made him angry. he just wished you two would grow a pair and do something about it.

the question had slightly taken you aback. you hadn’t really ever cut hair before. sure you had cut your dolls hair, a couple botched hair cuts in your awkward phases, but nothing in a professional sort of way.

“of course, sam.”

a small smile appeared on sams face, “cool.”

you’ve never really paid attention to the length that hard until right now. “it does look like it’s getting a little long, doesn’t it.”

sam chuckled to himself, “yeah, getting hard to manage. i don’t know how you girls do this everyday.”

you giggled at his words, “don’t get me started.”

it was evening now and you began setting up for sam’s haircut. you smiled to yourself getting the bathroom ready for him. a chair from the small table in the motel room was brought in along with a sharp pair of scissors and the top sheet from your motel bed.

yours and the brothers room was conjoined so thankfully you didn’t have to walk outside to get to their room. the door has been propped open and you walked over to get sam.

sam looked up at you from his computer with big doe eyes, the big doe eyes you love. he smiled, closing his computer, and getting up from the table and following you to your side of the joined rooms.

a chuckle escaped his lips as he walked into your bathroom, admiring the little set up you had going on. “wow, you’re really going all out, aren’t ya?”

“well, i wanted to give you a decent experience for what i can and what i have.” you gestured to the chair, “now, if you’d like to take a seat sir, then we can get started.” a posh accent came out with that sentence.

sam matched your accent, “don’t mind if i do.”

you grabbed the thin sheer from the floor and draped it around sam, the same way a barber would, securing it with a hair tie from wrist.

“how short do you want it?” you asked while brushing his hair out.

you started to run your fingers through his hair and getting a feel for all of it. all of sams thoughts had slipped out of his head. he was distracted, and rightfully so. sam practically has to bite back a moan it felt so good.

“i- um, i was thinking, mm-maybe like how it was a few years ago?” he stuttered out.

“mm, okay.” you removed you finger from his hair and grabbed the scissors. “hold tight,” you jokingly said.

sam just closed his eyes, trying to relax his mind from his thoughts. his shoulder slumped and his jaw unclenched as you carefully snipped away a little length from his hair.

the small clumps of hair fell down and tickled sams neck as they fell down. the sound of the scissors and the small sound of you humming filled the air of the dingy motel bathroom.

minutes passed silently before you spoke up, “okay, i think i’m almost done.”

you swiveled around to stand in front of him, cutting the hairs that framed his face. your were dangerously close to him, sam’s eyes adverted looking at anything else in this bathroom.

“and, done.” you dragged out with the finished touches.

the scissors now sat on the counter as you moved to stand behind him again. your eyes looked at him through the mirror, you were proud at your work. a smile crept onto your face.

“wow, it looks amazing,” sam boasted.

“thank you,” you gleamed, moving to stan’s in front of him.

you bent down in front of him, slightly leaning against the counter behind you.

“w-what are you doing?” sam questioned, adverting his gaze once more while you tugged gently at the hair on the side of his head. his voice barely above a whisper.

“i’m just seeing if it’s even up close.” you said in the same tone, just above a whisper.

“oh.” the only response sam could mutter out.

your eyes dart between to strands you’re holding on either side of his head. you slowly stopped looking at his hair and settled into his eyes.

the room became thick and your breathing became heavy. sams eyes flickered to your lips for a brief moment.

“it, uh-” you were cut off my sam smashing his lips against yours. it was something you didn’t except yet you’ve dreamed of this moment before.

your lips mold together so perfectly. sam tasted of mint, from the gum he was chewing earlier. the knot from the sheet around his neck comes undone by your doing as you both stand up.

sam gently pushed you up against the counter, you were practically sitting on it.

you had gotten lost in the feel of sam. his hands roaming every inch he could get to while your hands would switch between moving up and down his torso and tangled in his hair.

the two of you were so lost you didn’t hear dean enter your side of the rooms. “hey, how’s it going in h-” his words stopped once he saw the two of you making out.

pulling away from each other, you looked at dean, who was chuckling to himself as he walked away “finally, finally, finally,” was all you two heard as he his footsteps drew further.

sam looked back to you to discover you had already turned back to face him, a smile worked its way to your face, followed by a small chuckle.

sam rests his forehead agaisnt yours, “i’ve been waiting to do that for so long.”

“yeah, me too.”

you reach up to kiss sam again, this time in a slower kiss. sam is the first to pull away, he smiles at you doing so.

he glances up in the mirror, “i really do like this haircut, thanks a lot.” you’re more than proud of yourself and how much sam loved it, it all made you smile big.

sam kisses you on the cheek, “c’mon, let’s go lay down.” he took your hand and led you to your bed.

and that’s what the two of you did; for the whole night you held each other close, something you’ve both been longing for.

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liveontelevision · 8 months ago

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Demon Barber | Lucifer X Reader

IT'S DONNNEEEE

FuCk i slaved away on this one but y'all wanted a novel, so here she is!

Content Warning: Smutsmutsmutsmut +18, a little bit of angst and fluff, and Lucifer and Reader being kind of shitty people

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Everybody knew how much of an icon Queen Lillith was. She immediately blew up any form of media when she started uplifting demonkind. As time went on and more sinners were sent to Hell, a ripple effect of styles and trends rang throughout the city. It was important to Lillith to stay up to date with them. She hated to admit it, but she couldn’t keep up. She decided to take the opportunity to bring a new face to her team. At that point, the Morningstar family had already hired a handful of imps to keep little things in line, but this was a position that needed the point of view of a sinner on the streets.

Lucky you, you were one of the first sinners to work personally with the most powerful couple in Hell! You weren't that different from anyone else, but you are a chronic people watcher. It was an important hobby that helped you keep up with what everyone was decorating themselves with. A perfect pair of eyes for adorning the most beautiful creatures in the realm in a modern fashion. You started your glamorous job a couple of thousands of years before the Hotel was built. Even with your immense age, you did a surprisingly good job at keeping an open mind and becoming knowledgeable in most cosmetic and costuming work. You managed to make it through every extermination and more in this career. The protection from being housed with royalty definitely had its benefits.

On your first day, you went through Lillith's already existing wardrobe, in awe at the quality and unique aesthetics that she had. Even with your praises on her gowns, she insisted she needed your knowledge of street style incorporated into her wardrobe. You definitely fit into the Pride ring of hell at that point. The queen of Hell needs your personal opinion on what she wears? That went straight to your head. You became the head of a team and were credited with dressing up Lillith in some of her most iconic outfits. It didn't exactly bring you any fame, you weren't advertised or really credited in any other form than writing. Sometimes, if Lillith was put in an outfit she really enjoyed and her makeup and hair lasted through an entire performance, she'd give a little shout-out. You didn't really mind, you loved doing what you did, and the sweet praises Lillith gave you sufficed your need for validation. It felt amazing to see her face plastered all over Pentagram City, and being able to say hey, I did that. The salary helped, too.

As time went on, you noticed how little Lucifer made public appearances. When he did they were exclusively with Lillith at his side. And of course, he looked.. He was definitely a handsome ruler, but he didn’t have a lot of variety in his wardrobe. And it wasn't exactly up to your or Lillith's standards. She would often suggest taking some styling tips from you, almost begging at times, but he would refuse every time. You did little things, steaming and restitching his wardrobe, doing some touch-up makeup for shoots, but his suit? It stayed the same almost every day.

One day, Lucifer suddenly had a change of heart. He looked disheartened but begrudgingly agreed to be dolled up for a shoot that was happening soon. You were almost as ecstatic as Lillith was, getting this chance.

"I want you to give it your all, dear. Maybe I can convince him to do some more in the future if all goes well..." She'd tell you in a hushed tone, the two of you standing in front of the double doors that led to your studio." Do what you do best!" She said cheerfully, her hand on the small of your back. She practically throws you into the room once it's open, leaving you alone with Lucifer. There was no music, none of your other artists had shown up yet, and the only thing you could hear was your breath shaking. You breathed in heavily, then put on your best customer service face as you exhaled. You played professionally at the beginning, but it's always easier having some personality and small talk when you're planning on being in close proximity to clients for so long.

"Your Majesty! I hope you're doing well today, I'm glad you decided to join us this time!" You spoke in your people-pleaser voice, trying to hide the nerves that suddenly washed over your body. "Why the change of heart?" You started questioning, in a desperate attempt to find some sense of small talk with the intimidating figure seated in front of you. As you spoke, you stepped in front of the vanity he was seated at, having to stretch by his crossed legs to lay out your supplies. "I'm doing fantastic. Obviously." He spoke in an aggravated tone. You sucked in your lips, unsure if you should laugh. Luckily he didn't need a response before answering your other question. "You've seen Lily, she can be quite convincing." He puffed out his chest in his seated position, insinuating something vulgar. Your eye twitched, trying your best to not let them roll.

That didn't stop your face from heating up, the image suddenly materializing in your head. You cleared your throat, turning your attention back to the array of makeup brushes and some colored powders you had picked out specifically for this shoot." She is a beauty, I agree." You felt the need to respond in some way before getting to work.

You loved doing your job. No matter who you worked on, you'd always focus on your technique before anything else, which helped calm you down while you delicately held Lucifer's jaw, twisting his head around to get a general idea of what you were working with. You examined a solid purple bruise that decorated his neck before he had the chance to stop you. "Oh! I just - ran into a doorknob. Yeeah.. I.. tripped." He rambled a pathetic excuse, learning away from your touch." Sure, let's go with that." You replied, finally rolling your eyes at his words. "But you said it yourself, the Queen is indeed quite convincing." You teased, twisting around and grabbing a brush. When you went to move behind his chair to start running a comb through his impossibly soft golden hair, you caught how red he had turned at your remark." Oh, it's okay, I'm just teasing. You know how long I've worked on Lillith, I've had to cover way worse." You added, genuinely thinking that would help calm him down. He let out a quiet groan of embarrassment, smacking his hand against his face.

It went silent for a while as you worked on his hair. You saw how it usually was put up, and you didn’t want to scare him with too drastic of a change, so you only added some subtle layers that left it a bit fluffier than normal. You’d stop every now and then, placing your hands on his shoulders and looking at your work in the mirror. He'd flinch at your touch each time, leaving you concerned at first, then just giving him a suck it up attitude for the rest of your session. You went on to do something that didn't need your full attention and looked over his shoulder to get a peek at his phone screen that he used as a buffer for the awkward silence. It displayed a little calendar, he swiped through each day mindlessly. "Looks like you have a packed schedule, huh? How's that been going?" He looked up and pulled his phone into his lap, a squint across his face. "It's fine, I'm handling it. It's my job after all, ya know. Important things." He didn't seem to want to get into too much detail, so you let out a nervous chuckle and agreed before immediately finding some music to play to cover your mistake. You were convinced he would fire you at that point. Or worse.

As you finished up, you viewed him from multiple angles, twisting him around in the chair. You leaned down a bit, your eyes at his level then reached both your hands out and took the pieces of hair that framed his face, curling them up a bit at his cheeks. You stepped back again and placed your hands on your hips, letting out a satisfied hum.

He definitely calmed down by the time his hair was done, leaving behind the crude jokes and little rude quips from before. Now onto the makeup. This was far more intimate, so you gave him a quick rundown as you rummaged through your things." Alright, you definitely don't need any makeup, since your skin is perfect, but there's a chance the cameras and the lighting could wash you out, so I'll just use a blurring effect with this pow - " you stopped talking when you saw his confusion." I'm.. I'm gonna doll you up. Basically.." You summarized it bluntly. It was clear to you how uncomfortable he was with being touched excessively, you did your best to accommodate. You applied some translucent powders to his skin, then brightened up the cute little red circles on his face, after mentally kicking yourself for thinking of them as cute. This is the king of Hell, knock it off. You cleaned up the heavy bags under his eyes, then noticed a tired purple hue to his eyelids. Going in with a lilac color, you emphasized them.

As you were gathering some other things, stepping back a bit, he turned his head to look at his appearance in the mirror. He was expecting some ridiculous and dramatic work, but he really just looked brighter. More alert, more alive. He shut one of his eyes to see the color you had added to his lids, "I.. like that.." He spoke quietly and sounded surprised as if he didn't want to admit that to you. You let out a little chuckle, the compliment completely going to your head, before passively scolding him for touching his face before you had finished. He let his hands fall back into his lap with a pout on his face. Adding any color to his eyes or lips required precision, so you were lifting up his face by his chin to do what you do best. You were honestly a little surprised about how well he handled the rest of the session. For someone who's refused any sort of cosmetics for literal centuries, he looked like he was enjoying the pampering.

You had only worked on Lillith before, and even if she was intimidatingly gorgeous, you adapted to being physically close to her. Going into a sort of auto-pilot mode, you held your breath, tracing out his best features. Pulling away to check on his full appearance again, you noticed that he seemed to be holding his breath as well. He finally let it out once you stepped away, his face already a little flushed. You didn't think too much about it, you were mainly annoyed that the composition of the makeup was being thrown off by this sudden blush.

"Well! Once wardrobe comes in, you'll be taken down to set. What do you think?" You stood behind his chair and spun him back around to face the mirror. He leaned in, making sure not to touch his face since you scolded him before. He moved his head around, even admiring the coverage of the hickey that Lillith so generously gifted him." Hm! I suppose this works. As long as Lillith likes it, that is." His voice wasn’t enthusiastic, but you recognized the satisfaction plastered across his face. He looked up to meet your eyes in the reflection of the mirror. "She's right, you are good at what you do, I'll give you that." You gave a little nod and began to pack up your things. "I'm glad it's acceptable, your highness." You pulled up some finger quotes as you spoke the word acceptable. "You were really nice to work on actually, your hair looks great and your face is already near perfection, so I didn't need to do much. Plus, you sat very well." You spoke nonchalantly, compliments like that coming as second nature in this field.

You turned once more and bowed your head a bit before sending a smile his way. His eyes were wide, and it looked like he was struggling to stiffen a grin. He cleared his throat, covering his mouth with his fist and looking to the side. "G-Good.. Glad you enjoyed the.. Uh - Enjoyed it.." His voice muffled behind his hand. You didn't overthink his nervous reaction since you were in a hurry to get Lillith ready next. "Oh, for sure! I hope I see you around more often! I'm sure the shoot will be great." You chimed in, finally dipping out of the room as a crowd of imps barged in, finishing up his look.

The rest of the day was spent getting Lillith ready for the shoot, which took considerably longer than Lucifer's preparations. The whole time you chatted with her about how Lucifer did, calling her out on the damned bruise that you had to cover up, and general catch-up that had become routine at this point. Once everything was up and moving, you floated around the set fixing up some small details on both Lillith and Lucifer's look when needed. And of course, the shots they got were fantastic. You couldn't stop yourself from admiring your work once the posters and advertisements were distributed.

That was the first time you worked with Lucifer. Not much changed after, you became a little more popular around the staff; getting complimented on how you dressed him and answered some silly questions about what he was like. You did see him around more often, and you’d make small talk. After a few weeks, while working on Lillith, she brought up another shoot that was proposed for a big event coming up. "And get this! Lucifer asked me to put him in the shoot!" She was absolutely giddy to tell you the news. "Well, of course, he wants to be in the shoot, it's because I prettied him up so well!" You bragged in a joking tone, making Lillith let out a sultry chuckle. She placed her hand over yours, a sincere smile across her already-painted lips. "Thank you, dear. He needs the pampering sometimes." You blushed at the sudden contact and grinned in response.

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Lucifer did in fact join that shoot. The process was about the same, but he seemed to engage in conversation more and asked more questions about what you were doing at each step. It warmed your heart to talk about your passions, you were unknowingly gushing about your interests every time he asked.

As the years went on, he joined more and more shoots, accompanied Lillith to more public appearances, and generally just wanted your opinions on his looks more often. It didn't take long for you two to become close. He'd ask for help on outfits, sometimes becoming a nervous wreck about what to wear on dates. With his wife. It was adorable the way he worried about how he looked after being with Lillith for so long and essentially running a new world together. He seemed to really enjoy having his hair and makeup done, occasionally making a fuss if you weren't the one to do it. You would scold him, talking about how he's wasting your time, and that you trained each of your stylists, so he has to trust them. He pouted the whole time.

Being around the power couple of the century unfortunately had its flaws. Like having to witness its downfall. Both of them became quieter a decade or two before Lillith's disappearance. Any time you'd try and tell a funny story about Lucifer to Lillith, she would change the topic almost immediately. On the opposite end, Lucifer wasn't supplying you with the same amount of jokes and puns as usual and reverted back to flinching at your touch. You couldn't ask about what was going on, that'd be rude.. Right?

"You know, Lillith was just talking about some sort of Gala for the Sins, are you going with her?" You had some hidden intentions by bringing this up while you were fixing Lucifer up for his day. "A Gala, huh? Haven't heard anything about that, so - I guess not!" He blurted out, clearly irritated. Shit. " Are.. Are you okay? Is something going on?" You leaned against the back of the vanity, stopping what you were doing to give him your full attention." Well, if you want to talk about it, that is.. Aaand as long as I won't get in trouble by asking." You shrugged and crossed your arms over your chest. That happened once or twice, but it was for little things; spoiling an anniversary gift one time, or accidentally getting an imp fired when you were venting about workplace struggles. "Yeah, of course it's okay! We're fine. It's fine. I'm fine! Stop asking so many questions!" He got increasingly aggressive as he spoke, you threw your hands up, stepping away and returning to the back of his chair. "Okay, okay! I believe you, jeez!" You responded to it as a joke, hoping you could recover.

You didn't talk about it after that, lifting his mood a bit by asking about his projects and other little things. As you finished up his hair, you noticed him closing his eyes and leaning his head into your hands as you ran your fingers through his hair to coat it with some kind of styling product. He'd fallen asleep in the past, so you didn't worry about it too much. You went on to work on his makeup. He asked you recently if you wouldn’t mind coming up with a more subtle everyday look for him. Apparently he just really liked your work. Or, he needed the pampering. Either way, you couldn't refuse.

He was loving the treatment today. He would hum every time you used your thumb to brush a speck off his cheek, and would start leaning forward when you stopped touching him. You pushed him back by his chest mindlessly, just needing him to sit back in his chair.

You then started to apply makeup to his eyes. Covering the bags underneath them became increasingly difficult throughout the years. You pulled him in like usual, your hand lightly leading his head up towards your face. When you paused at some point to evaluate whatever you were doing, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours, then flashing a quick peak at your bust that had been accentuated by your stance. He leaned back, a nervous look on his face.

"Um, hello?? I was kind of in the middle of something! That’s it. Tell me what’s wrong." You scoffed, confusion and irritation plastered across your face. He quickly dismissed it, letting you work again. He could feel your shallow breathing fan across his face as you went on. His breath was picking up, heart rate elevating as you kept this proximity. The leather on the armrests of his chair squeaked as he gripped his claws into the fabric.

After a while, you silently leaned back, only now noticing him falling apart. He leaned in slightly, dropping his jaw to let out a shaky breath. He would've hit your face if you hadn't stepped away. Possibly even met your lips.

"Uh – Your higness..?" You were oblivious, so you decided to question this behavior. He popped his eyes open and immediately leaned back into his chair." A-Are you done yet?" He squeaked out, examining the damage he had done to your chair with a nervous chuckle. "I'll uh.. I'll get you a new chair." He muttered, before looking into the mirror for just a moment. "Looks good to me! Excellent job as usual, my dear, I better get going, I have a meeting to get to so – " You watched in silent confusion, seeing him squirming and screwing up his words. He quickly stood up, not assessing how close he would be to you and how close your back was to the vanity. You stumbled backward, placing your hands on the vanity to keep yourself from falling any farther, and acting as a buffer between the counter and Lucifer. He tripped over your stumbling feet, his flailing arms landing beside yours. You were effectively trapped, his knee had bent between your legs while trying to find his balance.

A moment of silence. All you heard was the beating of your heart ringing in your ears. He looked down at you in a way that clouded your judgment. Neither of you said anything, but you fluttered your eyes shut subconsciously. He did the same, then cocked his head to the side and slowly lean into your face. He roped his arm around your waist, pulling you forward a bit, but not quite flush to his chest. Yet. You felt his shaky breath fanning over your lips, before snapping back into reality. "No! Nope - " You quickly broke free of his arms and began cleaning up your things, avoiding his gaze as it followed you frantically getting your things together. "You have a meeting, right? I just finished up, so you should be all good now! I'll just – I-I'll see you around! Have a good day, sir!" You quickly left the room, not letting him get a single word in. He reached out to you as you left as if that would suddenly draw you back towards him, but of course, it did nothing. "Well, shit." He let out bluntly, waiting for a moment in your own studio before b-lining it back to his office.

What the fuck was that?

You avoided Lucifer after the incident, and he seemed to respect that. He let one of your stylists do his daily pampering, knowing that stopping that routine would cause too much suspicion. He didn't enjoy it as much, but stopping altogether would make Lillith ask about it. Fuck. Lillith. A flood of emotions wash over you. In reality, you were closer to Lillith than her husband. You two gossiped and chatted on the daily. It was a struggle to face her after this, but what choice did you have?

She was completely silent during her last few sessions, so you drowned out your guilty thoughts with music. She disappeared a few years after that. You absolutely panicked. So did many of the staff members, but your sole concern was if it was your fault. You were quick to find Lucifer after the announcement was made, only to see him in your studio, running his hands across the rack of gowns that Lillith had left. "Lucifer. What happened? Where did she go? What did she say?" You rambled approaching him, but being careful not to get too close. "She didn't say anything. She left a half-assed note, and she's just.. Gone." He pulled a dress into his arms and gripped it tightly before letting it drop to the floor. He let out a vicious roar, throwing the rack to the side." How could she do this?! What about the kingdom? What about Charlie? Dammit.. What did I do?? We slept next to each other that night.. The same night she left… I-I could’ve stopped her, I should've - She just disappeared..!" He rambled on, quickly unraveling in front of you. You watched his tail and horns start to form, and you hesitantly gripped his shoulder. He finally stopped, taking a deep breath before turning to face you. He hadn't looked into your eyes since..

His horns shrunk back into his temples before he let his head fall onto your shoulder. You almost stepped away, but.. He needed this. And you needed answers. "Sir.. Was it because.. Did she leave because of me..?" You spoke softly, your breath a cool sensation against his heated skin. He quickly shot up, planting his hands on your shoulders and looking at you with a stern expression. "No! No, I promise it wasn't your fault. Fuck, none of that was your fault. She.. I-I'm not sure why she left, but that's not your burden to bear." He spoke calmly, a stark contrast to the raging mess he just displayed moments ago.

You two stood there for a while, his hands drifted down to hold your arms. What was he supposed to do now? He looked around the room for some kind of answer. Before he could realize what was happening, he was pulled into a tight embrace, his head just barely reaching the top of your shoulder. "It's gonna be okay.. I’ll be here, Lucifer. No matter what." It felt.. weird for a moment. This was the first time you'd gotten close to him this way. And actually, the first time you'd said his name without any sort of title. He let out another exhausted sigh, his hands snaking around your back and accepting the much-needed affection. As his head pressed against your collarbone, you stood there until he decided he’d had enough. You were there for a while.

It wasn't Lucifer's fault, but after that, you didn’t work much. There really wasn't a lot to do, without someone pushing public appearances and emphasizing the importance of image, you generally just mended and fixed up the staff's uniforms and Lucifer’s wardrobe. You were technically a stylist, but you've been doing this long enough that you could handle these jobs entirely by yourself. Actually, you did handle the job by yourself. Lucifer fired or sent most of the previously employed stylists away, along with most of the staff. About five years into Lillith's disappearance, the place had widdled down to a handful of workers. Some in the kitchen, basic housekeeping, a noisy secretary to answer some calls, and you. You started to question why he kept you around. You hated to admit that you still blamed yourself for Lillith leaving, but why else would she suddenly disappear? She was cold to you as soon as you kissed – almost kissed – Lucifer that day. You tried your hardest to avoid that thought process since you stuck around the mansion.

You were surprised to find out that Lucifer accepted an invitation to be on the cover of a magazine for Helluva Times. He hadn't needed makeup or hair done since Lillith left, and in reality, you barely saw him around. You were ashamed about how excited you were to see him again. Of course, it won't be the same as before, but you were looking forward to it nonetheless. You were taken to the studio where the shoot was being held since the one in the mansion was turned into more of a workspace for mending clothing. The studio was brightly lit and bustled with imps and some stylish sinners doing their part. You wondered if It was always like this, or if it was just because of Lucifer. You approached the vanity, the king of Hell seated in a movie set chair, with a golden star on the back, his name embroidered to the center. You were stopped in your tracks when you saw the dark circles that surrounded his eyes. Jesus, he was exhausted. You weren’t exactly surprised, more like distressed. Now that you think about it, Lillith really did a lot of heavy lifting when it came to keeping Hell in line.

"Your Highness." You gave him a little smile and nodded your head, beginning to display your usual setup on the vanity in front of him. "Heyyy! You..! Good to see you, Ahha.. ha.. h-how've you been..? How's... work been..?" He put on a fake smile and propped his head on his hand in a sad attempt to act casual. He switched to crossing his arms, unable to sit still and make eye contact with you at the same time. You didn't know how to react. The last time he was this nervous, he ended up pinning you to a table with his arms around you. You quickly got to work, trying to get the image of that day out of your head.

You go to comb his hair, recognizing that it's been a while since he let anyone tend to it; it was nearly grown to the bottom of his neck and wasn't exactly the cleanest. "Do you have wrinkle-free, clean, clothes every day?" You asked in response to his nervous ramblings from earlier. He nodded slowly," Then work is fine." You picked up on the sudden attitude you had, and it even surprised you. He quickly shut his mouth and started to spin the wedding band on his finger as a nervous fidget.

You had to put some effort in since he wasn't getting the same attention he used to. You gave his golden locks some much-needed attention, running a number of products through them and taking the time to restore it to its usual length. You found yourself peaking at his face every now and then, which he didn't notice. He was too indulgent to even keep his eyes open. You tried to stop yourself from looking at his relaxed expression, but you found yourself turning away only when he opened his eyes. You checked the clock, you definitely had some time for a more thorough session. You dug your fingers just a bit deeper into his hair, lightly running your nails across his scalp. In several swirling motions, you had him melting in your hands. You had to stop every now and then and push his head back up after it lulled to the side. It usually kept him alert for a moment, but it never lasted long. He let out a subtle hum every now and then, making you bite your lip in some attempt to keep whatever you were feeling at bay.

After you finished your little massage, you quickly finished up his hair, giving him a very-needed trim and styling it to its usual glory. You instinctively placed your hands on his shoulders once you finished and leaned in a bit to look at the results.

"So? What do you think? You needed a haircut, sir, you should… keep in touch.. If you need me, I'm here." A grin grew on your face and he couldn’t help but sigh at the sight of your smiling face. He turned his head to the left and the right, reaching up to touch his face delicately. He was less worried about messing it up and more worried about you scolding him for it. He let out a little huff and he opened his mouth, with no words coming out. It took him a moment." It's great, but uhh.. Could you do the – " He spun his fingers around his cheeks," you know, the.. Little loopy.. Bits..?"

God, what a cutie.

You let out a little chuckle and nodded, turning his chair to face you." My bad, how could I forget the loopy bits?" You teased, reaching out to either side of his head. Your hands lulled over his cheeks for some reason you wouldn’t explain. Finally, you untucked the bits of hair from behind his ears, pulling them forward and twirling them with your fingers. You placed your hands on your hips, still bent to be at his eye level.

"There. Ready for makeup, Lucifer?" Your words didn't come naturally, it took you a few seconds to debate whether or not to call him by his name. With his voice cracking in an attempt to respond, he just nodded, attempting to keep some dignity intact. You did your best to act professional, despite his lovely reactions. You started as you usually did, applying an easy base and highlighting his rosy cheeks. You never needed to do much to his face, and even after all this time, you still didn’t need to. Must be his angelic abilities, that his skin never really changes. You shrugged off the thought, getting ready to focus on his eyes. Instead of keeping his chin up, you took a light hold of his jaw, your fingers grazing his neck and your thumb placed dangerously close to the side of his lips. You both reacted to this new method, but you quickly went to work to prevent any more eye contact.

You took your time and it was clear neither of you cared to bring it up. He was past his call time, but when some poor stylist working for the news team came in to get him, Lucifer used his threatening status to give you both more time. After you finished covering the dark rings surrounding his eyes and prettying them up a bit, you mirrored your other hand and essentially cupped his cheeks. You did your best to make it look like it was for work purposes, but damn you were enjoying this. Such a beautiful creature in the palm of your hands, looking away because he was too embarrassed to meet your eyes." Look forward, please?" You spoke softly, lightly tapping his cheek to get him to follow your commands. He let out a huff, then finally prepared himself to look into your eyes. The noisy workers coming in and out of the room suddenly disappeared, the room going silent. He had your complete focus, and suddenly there was nothing more important than gazing into his red eyes. His hand moved to your wrist, holding one of your hands in place while he pressed his cheek against your palm. What a sight. You leaned in, not knowing what would happen, but also not really caring. Any chance to get close to –

"Alright your Highness, we're gonna need you on set in five." The harsh sounds of the room suddenly returned, a Hellhound making a more stern request to get this shoot over with. You quickly stood straight, taking up a brush and fixing up the small smudges you had created by holding him. "Rrright! Yup, pretty sure we're almost done, sooo... I'll be right there..! Thanks." He clenched his pointed teeth, as he thanked the brute, who walked off with a scoff. "Good golly – I'm their king! What gives that mutt the right to – " He stopped his rambling once he saw your sheer embarrassment. He took it as a sign that he went too far, that just maybe, he read you wrong.

He turned his head, looking back to his reflection and tracing his little curls with his fingers before letting out a satisfied hum. "Great work as always, my dear." He stood from the chair, stretching his stiff legs with a groan." I should uhm – I'm gonna get going, I have to.. Do the.. Thing – with the thing.." He walked backward towards the exit, pointing over his shoulder. "You mean go to set and get the shots? Hope everything goes okay, sir." You chuckled, going back to cleaning some things up. "Okay, well – oh! Thank you! Right, forgot that part. So, thanks..!" He just kept talking. Like he might never see you again once he left the room. "My pleasure, Lucifer." You hummed, still attending to your tasks. Oh, you should’ve seen the winded look on his face. He let out a wheezing chuckle, tripped over himself, then finally left the studio.

Once all your things were neatly tucked away, you were invited to the shoot. They had an extensive team of people behind the scenes, so you got the chance to just observe the process. They had him run through a number of poses, some regal, some more.. Provocative. Just for fun, they said. It made you cringe, it definitely wasn't his style. Finally deciding on a composition, he had his arms crossed over his chest, and he rested his thumb just below his chin, drawing your eye to his devilish smirk. How could someone who's been hurt as badly as he has, smile for the cover of a magazine?

You made some mental notes on his makeup and his hair, which they squished down with a comically oversized tophat. Trying to keep your mind purely professional became increasingly difficult when he kept looking over at you, his smile twitching every time. He must be tired. That’s clearly why he's acting this way.

"All right, we got it! Wrap it up, people!" An aggressive shout took you away from your phone screen, and you looked around at the rush of workers. You tried to catch anyone's attention to see if you could help with anything, but you never got anyone's attention. It was definitely a change of pace from your past experience, considering you were the lead on a team that really only dressed two people, even if they were royalty. By the time you got back to the studio, it was basically cleaned out, other than your little cart with all the supplies you brought from home. You assumed you were good to go straight home and find something to do other than feeling up the king of Hell; speak of the devil!

"Oh! I.. didn't know you were still here, I thought you left..?" A soft, and mildly raspy, voice came from the door, making you catch Lucifer's eyes in the reflection of the vanity you stood in front of. "No, I was enjoying the show." You leaned against the tabletop after turning to face him, a little smirk on your face. "You did good, by the way. The shots came out really well." You pulled up some of the shots that the company sent to your phone. "These are some very handsome photos.. You're welcome, by the way." You were gloating. He had walked forward to get a better look at your phone screen, squinting his eyes like he needed glasses, despite it being impossible for him to have poor vision. He scoffed at your comment, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well don't let it go straight to your head, dear, you didn't do all the work. I'm just naturally gorgeous, right? You used to say that all the time." He nodded his head to either side as he spoke like he was winning some argument.

"Well, I meant it and it's still true. So, don't let that get to your head." You responded like you were trying to one-up him. He immediately turned red. He can shoot his shots, but deflates at any quick or clever rebuttals." W-Well! I'll try not to.. T-thanks for being here. Not like, here, but like – helping with the shoot, and doing meee – my hair! Love my hair, came out great." Good job, Lucifer. You startled him by running your hands through his locks, attempting to fix up the mess they made by putting a heavy hat on him." Ugh, they ruined it.. It should be an easy fix, I guess... that stupid hat." You grumbled, running your hands along the sides of his head to smooth it out. He was biting his lip when you sent him a quick look." I-I like the hat..." He said weakly. You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, beginning to pull your hands away. Clawed hands took hold of your wrists, keeping them hovered on either side of his face. "You said... that you'd be there for me no matter what. Do you remember that..?" He relaxed his face, but his hands were shaking just a bit. You nodded slowly.” Well, I’m - I appreciate that.. And you.. I-I appreciate you..”

“If you still.. I don't know, it's been a few years since – but if you still wanted to.. Ugh, dammit..! I don't know how to – " He stuttered over his words, becoming visibly upset, something stopping him from speaking coherently. You couldn't assume he was talking about the little incident from years ago, but if it was still on your mind after all that time, maybe it was still on his. He stepped forward just a bit, his grasp still lightly holding your wrists, keeping him close to you. Waiting for you to respond to a question he never really asked, he gulped, then let out a breathy, fuck it. In one fell swoop, he released your hands and immediately pulled you into a tight embrace. This wasn't like before, this wasn't to console him. His hands were wrapped around your back and cradled the base of your neck, leaving no space between the two of you.

Your entire body tensed, the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in was knocked out of you, and your arms were stuck with your hands pressed against his chest. He loosened his grasp as soon as he held you, but never actually let you go. His head had sunk into your shoulder, trying to hide some kind of adorable expression, you were sure. You had the opportunity to push him away, nothing was truly keeping you there. Physically, at least.

As you stood still, deciding what your next move would be, you'd feel him adjusting his head and turning it to plant his cheek on your collarbone, his breath hot against your chest. You knew he had to feel how hard and fast your heart was beating with how he was nuzzling into you. Focusing on one thing at a time, you tugged your arm out of his hold and lifted his face upwards, at least preventing him from being too close to your rapid heart rate. The next problem was your noses almost touching due to how close you were. His eyes were wide, full of some sort of desperation or fear, and a little bit of excitement. Your fingers still lightly hovered under his chin, and you could feel his pulse. Just as fast as yours, maybe even faster.

You felt him gulp, his face now heating up. Maybe the look in your eyes was too much for him to handle. You looked at the vanity that was just a few feet away. That should make him understand. Taking small steps backwards, which he didn’t understand, but also didn’t question, you kept moving until you felt the table hit your back. You leaned back slowly, forcing him to brace himself against the table to keep his balance. His eyes darted around as it clicked finally. You had put yourself in the same position that you were in years ago. His hands caged you in, and his knee sat between your legs for stability. You remembered it so clearly, you had no trouble bringing the two of you right back to where you left off. You took one of his arms and guided it to support you by the small of your back, then snaked your arms around his shoulders. Then, you closed your eyes and just waited. Just sitting there, anticipation bubbling in your stomach.

Before you knew it, he had softly pressed his lips against yours. You jumped at first, startled by something you were waiting so patiently for. You felt his lips pull away in response, but you were quick to pull his shoulders in, closing the gap again. He let out a little cry against your lips, as you pulled him even closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. He kept one hand at your back and sent the other to your outer thigh, slightly lifting your leg to sit against his hip. With a more secure hold on you, he leaned forward further, until you felt the back of your head hit the mirror with a light thump. "Mmph! Are you okay?" He pulled away for a moment to ask, which only upset you even more. You looked at him as if the answer was obvious, and fisted the collar of his shirt, pulling your lips back together. Clearly, you were fine.

Becoming intoxicated by your lips, he practically begged for a more intimate kiss. He placed a hand on your chin, pulling your mouth ajar with his thumb and quickly entering his tongue in your mouth. The sudden motion left you muttering incoherent praises onto his lips. He pulled away, leaving you in a daze. Once you regained your focus, you were able to reassess your situation. You had slid down the entirety of the vanity, your back fully against the cold material of the counter. One of his hands were propping himself up directly above you, the other still holding your leg, and keeping you from moving away as he pulled you impossibly closer. While letting you catch your breath, he sent a few kisses down your jaw and neck, making you grip his shoulders and hold your breath. He pulled himself away after pressing another quick peck on your lips. "Hey. Breathe. I'll take care of you, don't worry - " How dare he. How could he act so flustered when you did his hair and applied his makeup for literal centuries, then tell you to calm down? You scoffed and smashed your lips back against his, mainly to shut him up, but he wasn’t complaining.

He let out a little yelp against your lips, struggling to keep up with your sudden change of pace. Running your hands through his hair, ruining all the hard work you put into it, you lightly tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck. A shakey sigh met your lips, as you took control of the situation, taking the opportunity to explore his mouth with your own tongue.

After this went on for what felt like forever, which you didn’t really mind, you pulled away to breathe. Looking up to him, your eyes explored the lipstick that messily covered his lips. You tipped his head upward by his chin forcing him to look at himself in the vanity's mirror. He let out a pathetic little wheeze, looking back down at you with a suddenly confident smirk." Beautiful work as always, my dear." He spoke flirtatiously, "You missed a spot, though." Dipping his head back downwards and indulging in your warm presence for as long as he could.

You were clawing at his back, untucking his shirt as you struggled to keep a hold of him. Both your legs had spread, making your hips flush against his. He kept you close, as he nipped and kissed across your collarbone, his sharp teeth grazing your skin without hesitation.

Sucking on the softest part of your neck, you let out a breathy moan and arched your back into his chest. The sudden motion sent friction to his lower half, making him release his teeth and suddenly bolt upwards. The reaction made you nervous, "I-I don't - I haven't.. It's been… Awhile.." He stammered out, putting an emphasis on the word awhile." I know, It's okay." He winced at your nonchalant remark, remembering how often you witnessed his last relationship essentially fall apart, as you went back to kissing his neck. He gently pulled himself away. "Nono, it's been awhile- awhile… I hadn't been close with.. anyone… for a couple.. Decades..?" He spoke nervously like he was embarrassed to admit it. You sat up for a moment, making him question whether or not he should've said anything." But.. It's only been five years, right?" You weren't sure if this was the best time to be getting into this, but these are answers you’ve been wanting for years.

"I don't know what happened, sweetheart, but we lost what we had long before any of this. I'm sorry if you thought.. I can't have you take on that burden.. Okay?" He cupped your face, shifting to a more tender approach. You tried piecing things together in your mind, which was still cloudy from the past few hours. Of course, that still doesn’t make what you two did right. Of course, you blamed yourself after all this time. He pulled you out of your thoughts, by tucking a bit of hair behind your ear and keeping his tender hold on your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile and nuzzle your face into his hand.

"We can stop if you want, love." Oh how you wanted to say stop. To say that you were terrible people for even feeling this way after all this time, while he was with his wife. Who also happened to be your employer. How scandalous. "No, I want this." You said without a hint of hesitation in your voice. It shocked him a bit, but he didn’t have much time to react before you leaned forward, unbuttoning his coat and pushing it off his shoulders. You pulled him in by his collar again, continuing to remove his vest, then opening his shirt, letting it hang open loosely, his white skin just barely peeking out. He shrugged comically, before going back to working on your neck, pulling at the hem of your blouse that had already fallen to your shoulders.

He ran his hands along your curves, eliciting a shiver down your spine. You reached your hands into his open shirt, your warm hands trailing across his even warmer chest. Your physical pleasure was subdued for a moment, absolutely in awe. "You have beautiful skin, Lucifer." Your voice was breathy, he lulled his head to the side, melting at your words and intimate touch. After a moment he let out a sweet chuckle and shrugged his top completely off. "So I've been told." Implying your constant praises from before, he puffed his chest out.

Oh, he was loving this. You sat up, your legs just at the edge of the countertop as you arched your back into him, closing the gap between your hips. You started by pressing a little kiss on his cheek, his face heating up even after all he's done to you. You then, moved your way down to work your lips across his neck and collarbone. Gently tracing his spine with one hand the other traveled downward as you pulled his hips into yours. Messaging his hip and continuously running your fingers along the center of his back, you sent him into sensory overload. You weren't surprised by the sudden bulge you felt hitting your center, in fact, you reveled how that confirmed you were doing a good job. You began sucking and biting on the skin, stopping to let out breathy mewls into his ear. The massaging of his hip turned into you pulling him in, then pushing him away slightly, only to viciously repeat the motion, forcing him to start grinding against you. Your hand on his back continued to trail up and down his spine, only you started to drag your nails across his skin as well, digging in a bit harder whenever you heard his voice hitch. You let your fingers slip into his pants every now and then, the cool sensation of your hands making him let out a little whimper.

"Your skin really is perfect, Lucifer. You are entirely beautiful. You're absolutely stunning, my king." You hummed into his ear, your skilled hands continuing to drive him crazy. He could barely keep up, his head falling back whenever you'd reach up to run your fingers through his hair. "K-Kiss me.." You heard him almost whisper, making you pull back for a moment to assess his stature. He had his hands on your hips, to keep you close, but also to keep him standing on his swaying feet. "I-I need you to.. kiss me.. Please.." He spoke in choppy sentences, he was too lost in his own pleasure to keep his head up, so you kept it forward by cradling the back of his head. When his head would start to droop too far forward, you gave his hair a light tug to remind him where he was. Did he need permission? You enjoyed the 180 he had made from the flirtatious tease just moments ago, humming in thought and tapping your chin like you were still deciding. Like you were considering not kissing him as passionately as he could handle.

He was lightly grinding his hard-on into you but still seemed patient enough to wait for your answer. "Well.. Since you said please." You finally said after far too long. He let out a sigh of relief as you inched towards him. You left your lips just over his, only letting him feel your heated breath against his lips. He shifted his stance but never moved towards you. You brushed your lips against his, not locking them together, just barely grazing them. He let out an impatient groan, his eyes clenched shut as you teased him so cruelly. Who knew this is what would bring tears to his eyes? You ran your hands up his chest, then dug your nails into him as you went back down. You finally met his lips, deciding he had enough after you wiped away a tear from his watering eyes. You don't know how he still managed to keep the kiss so tender after acting so desperate beforehand. You continuously wiped the tears off his face, keeping your hands on his face and caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. As you pulled away, he followed your lips, disappointed in the sudden disconnect. He took the silence and the look on your face as a sign, that he needs to tell you what he wants.

He dropped to his knees, the warmth you had sitting between your legs was hit with the cool air of the room as he did. He kept his hands off of you and himself but fiddled with his thumbs to keep them busy in some way. He took in a deep breath, before speaking quickly," Can I taste you?" His voice was embarrassingly loud like he was just waiting and waiting to finally say it. It sort of shocked you, you assumed he’d be nervous after admitting he hadn't done this in a while. You pulled your legs together, finally feeling how wet you were becoming, but needing to commit to the bit. You crossed your ankles to furth prevent access. "I suppose so.. But what do you saay?" you reached down and tapped the tip of his nose, as you dragged out your words like you were speaking to a child. "Please..! I need to touch you, please.." He quickly replied, with no hesitation at all. "Good boy." That was it for you.

You realized you sealed your fate, as you felt him take a hold on your knees and pull them back apart gently. He moved forward until he could rest his head on your plush thigh, which he did for a while. He lifted your skirt up to your waist, then took a moment to appreciate the view. You were finally becoming a bit embarrassed, attempting to close your legs instinctively, but he pushed your legs farther apart, keeping a tight hold onto your thighs. When he looked up at you, his eyes were wide and innocent, as if he wasn’t keeping your legs apart and wiggling his hips to give some much-needed friction to his own growing problems.

He blinked, then looked back down, trailing his clawed finger across your wet underwear. You covered the sounds you were making with the back of your hand, still struggling to keep your legs open for him. He bent his finger and pressed it deeply into your still-clothed entrance. The sensation of the fabric digging into you made you groan, but that didn’t affect him at all. He licked his lips and began gathering spit in his mouth and he pushed your legs back in place, keeping them apart this time. Running his forked tongue across your panties, you squirmed under his touch. As he lapped at the fabric, the heat from his breath and the wetness he was coating you with caused you to fall back onto your forearms. "L-Lucifer - " You said weakly, quickly drawing his attention. "This is cruel." You pouted, continuing to let out a little whimper as he kept running two of his fingers across your underwear.

He cocked his head to the side as if he didn’t understand the damage he was doing. He was playing dumb." Oh? I'm sorry, love, how should I touch you then?" He was way too calm for your liking. He let one of his fingers just graze the hem, only touching a bit of your skin. You let out an annoyed groan, and move your underwear to the side, guiding the tip of his finger to your entrance. With your hand holding his wrist, you pushed his fingers inside of you, a strange sensation to say the least. It was embarrassing. He noticed your discomfort and finally dropped the act, sending you a sweet smile and kissing your thigh before starting to pump his fingers inside of you.

You let out a sultry moan, a mixture of relief and pure pleasure finally hitting you as you felt him add another finger without any real warning. You lulled your head back, not able to see his absolute focus on matching the rhythm of his fingers to the circling of your clit. Before you could fully comprehend, he pulled his hands away and back onto your thighs, delving into your center with a heated, open-mouthed kiss. Letting out a gasp, he delved into your folds, his tongue easily slipping from your entrance and back up to your clit. He lifted a hand to continue to slowly rub his thumb in small circles, so he could focus his tongue on thrusting in and out of your entreance with ease.

He showed no sign of faltering as you bucked into his face, desperate for more of him. Your hands moved to his hair, taking a tight hold as he hit right where he was supposed to. He scrunched his face, letting out a low growl as you yanked at his scalp, the vibrations startling you in a wonderful way. He only sped up when you started to babble about being close, letting your thighs tighten around his face as you finish into his lips. He continues his rapid pace, the adrenaline from being squeezed by your shaky legs taking over. You finally pulled his head away from you after the pleasure of overstimulation started to ache in your core. You sunk backward, your body twitching on occasion.

He planted a kiss on your thigh before rising back to his feet. He leaned into you, the fabric over his groin coated in your juices the longer he pressed in. He pecked your temple, looking at you, completely unphased." Too much? How did I do..?" He seemed genuinely interested in whether or not he did a good job." Y-you did.. Great.. It was g-good.. Felt good.." You gave a pathetic thumbs up as you caught your breath." W-what happened to the whole it's been a while thing? Fuck, Lucifer." You sat up finally seeing that he split the fabric of your underwear at some point to gain better access." Guess I've still got it." He said with a smirk, waggling his eyebrows at you. You couldn’t take him seriously. Your wetness and lipstick stained his mouth, the eyeliner you had applied had ran down his cheeks and rubbed under his eyes. Not to mention, he was covered in your marks. It's fine you can cover those, you thought. Even with his sudden burst of dominance, you took pride in the fact that this was all because of you. He was all yours.

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If you're curious, that one is pushing 10k words ;)

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ngoringore · 1 year ago

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krirebr · 20 days ago

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Sooooo if it’s not too spoilery 👀 Can you please divulge if mob boss!Andy’s romance will lean dark? Or if his Reader will dig the dynamic?

I think I can answer this without getting too spoilery, partly because I'm still hashing all this out for myself, but I think Andy is going to be like Curtis, on the darker end of soft!dark. Although I think he might skew even a little darker.

And his reader, who right now is called Lamb, isn't going to be nearly as amenable to the whole mob thing as Bambi was. She's going to resist pretty hard, on principle, even as circumstances get away from her.

#ask kris #stargazingfangirl18 #guys and dolls #andy barber #asks are always welcome

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babyjakes · 11 months ago

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years ago

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Porcelain Doll, Chapter 2

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: violence, aggression, hitting a woman, Andy Barber being violent with Jacob Barber, mention of death.

“Andy…Mr. Barber…stop…please…I jus-“

“I know,” he sighed, his hand drifting across your back in a sad attempt to comfort you. You shrugged him off, feeling the awkwardness in his touch, “I know that this isn’t what you had imagined doing in the slightest today, but it is something that we have to talk about, Margo. It’s important.”

“I just buried my parents, Andy…”

He sighed again, “I know...trust me, I know…and I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t have to, but your parents’ combination to the safe is important. You need to unlock it because that has all the codes to the accounts in case there was ever an emergency. It has their life insurance policies so everything can be covered and you could be set up for-“

“My parents just died and all you’re concerned about is money!” you snapped throwing yourself away from him once more. He tried to reach out, but you glared at him. Andy removed his hand from your shoulder, and you pushed yourself off of the couch and towards the front door, “if you want the money so bad, I’ll get it, don’t worry about it. I’ll be sure to pay you back every penny you’ve spent in the meantime. But just be up front!”

“Margo…that’s not what this is,” Andy sighed, trying to disarm the conflict. He wasn’t mentioning the safe for any reason other than the fact that it had the finalized copies of their wills and how the estate was to be handled, “this is the natural order of how death progresses. We have to take care of the estate and let things get taken care of. Your parents had thorough plans in case anything ever happened. They assigned me as your legal guardian, just as I had assigned them for Jacob. All you have to do is unlock the safe, and I’ll take care of it all from there. You can grieve for as long as you want. And-“

“YOU DON’T GET IT!” you screamed, “MY PARENTS ARE DEAD, MR. BARBER. THEY ARE GONE! I’M AN ORPHAN! I DON’T CARE ABOUT HOW THE REST OF THE WORLD HANDLES IT!”

“You could be grateful that my dad took you in!” Jacob spat from his spot at the door.

You turned to him, your hand reaching out and striking him hard across the cheek before you could stop yourself. Ever since you’d moved into the Barber house and been under Andy’s roof, you’d notice the tension between Jacob and yourself. It was obvious that he didn’t want you there.

You smiled as his head whipped to the side and it felt like your world started to go in slow motion. You saw the pink turning to red on his cheek. Heard the short, ragged breaths coming from his lips. You didn’t care about the reaction and what the end result was going to be. You felt everything in the adrenaline you got from slapping him.

But when his eyes met yours, you had knew that you fucked up.

Even before you could see the pure disgust in Jacob’s eyes, you knew that it was there. When his stoney blue gaze found yours, it was only a moment that had you frozen like a deer in headlights, but a moment in which he’d taken advantage of. His hand reached out and he grabbed you by the hair, quickly tossing you against the wall.

Andy went to step in, but he was already too late. Jacob had let go of your hair, and you hit the wall with a heavy thud, before sliding towards the floor.

“Ungrateful little bit-“

Before he could so much as finish his sentence, Andy had him pinned right beside you on the wall by his throat, “We never put hands on a woman! Do you understand me? JACOB!”

You instinctively flinched when he barked his son’s name. He dropped him when he heard you sniffling on the floor.

“Shit…Margo, are you alright?”

“I just want to go home,” you whimpered to yourself, “I just want to go home and for everyone to leave me alone.”

“She needs to feel safe, Andy.”

The words somehow struck you to your very core. You’d managed to slip out of your dreamless slumber and had innately tuned into the words being spoken by the crush you’d had on the one and only Bucky Barnes; his voice being carried by the home’s ventilation system.

“She’s safe here, Buck.”

“Apparently she’s not safe if your son is grabbing her and throwing her against the wall by her hair.”

The sound of a chair scraping against the hardwood floor made you jump. You heard the rage in the older man’s voice, “He did what?”

“Bucky, calm down!”

“That little bastard beat on a woman? On Margo!”

“Calm down, Buck,” Lloyd chuckled. There was another slight sound of the chair scraping against the wood, but this one seemed lazily done. You could picture it being Lloyd in your mind, trying to nudge Bucky in the right direction, “Andy showed that little shit who is boss and pinned him to the wall by his neck for it.”

“We didn’t beat women in my time.”

“Your time was notorious for beating women,” Mike said matter of fact, his tone coming across as very drunk, “they just didn’t get caught.”

“That’s a load of bull shit! I didn’t ever beat any woman!” Bucky said proudly, “would have hunted down any man that touched my ma or any of my three sisters.”

“I agree with Buck…”

“Thanks Ari…”

“Her parents left her the house…why not just let her stay there?” Ari asked gently, guiding the conversation in a different way, “why does she have to stay here?”

“Because she’s a minor!” Andy said quickly, “I was going to let her move back into the house after she turned eighteen in a few months-“

“Well if the incident was any indicator of how Jacob feels, I think you should let her go home,” Bucky began, “you said that she asked to go home, right? Why not just let the poor dame have what she wants?”

“She’s emotional, Buck! She isn’t thinking straight. Her grades are slipping in school and she’s missed her last two meets.”

“She knows what she wants,” Bucky grumbled, “emotional or not, Margo has always been two things. Determined and passionate. When she wants something, she’s like a dog with a bone. You’re just not supporting her the right way.”

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you Buck?”

There was a pregnant pause. And for a moment it felt like even you were holding your breath at the question. While you knew that nothing had ever happened between you and Bucky it wasn’t for a lack of attraction on your part. You wanted him more than anything. And you thought you’d been clear in that, even knowing that you were a minor.

“She’s a minor,” Bucky said quickly, “a child! I would never…”

You felt your heart sink.

You weren’t just a child.

“Exactly my point,” Andy said quickly, “and that’s why she can’t move back into her family home yet. Not only that, but how do you think she’d handle going through everything. All of her parents stuff is still untouched. Nothing has been moved in that house since the day we went through it and got the contents of the safe to set up her future.”

“Well, I think her opinion should be considered, don’t you?” Bucky asked. The chair scraped against the floor again and your breath caught in your chest.

“Where the hell are you going, Buck?”

“We’re in the middle of a round!”

“I fold,” he answered simply, “and now that I’m out, I’m free to go ask her opinion, since you certainly won’t.”

You felt your chest tighten as you heard a new noise. The creaking of the stairs made you look towards your door. Even Romeo’s head perked up from your bed, his own curiosity getting the best of him. Wanting to feel some form of comfort, you put your hand on his back and slowly petted him, hoping that your own anxieties could be soothed.

But you continued to feel the nerves rising in your body. A simple knock drove the air from your body and made you jump. Romeo gave a bark, before you managed to tell him that everything was okay.

“C-come in…”

Hey doll,” a voice began as the door opened enough for a familiar frame to slip through it, “do you have some time to talk?”

“Mr. Barnes-“

“Bucky, doll,” he corrected you softly, “just call me Bucky, sweetheart.”

“Okay…”

“So…am I free to come in?”

“Ye-yeah. Of course.”

Chapter 3

Tag List: @teambarnes72, @lohnes16

#big bad wolf au #porcelain doll #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #sergeant james barnes #sergeant james buchanan barnes #soft bucky #bucky fanfic #james barnes #winter soldier #basement husband #andy barber #jacob barber #defending jacob #marvel #avengers #mcu #the winter soldier

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hotluncheddie · 4 months ago

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Honey Boy

wc: 1.3k | rated: M | tags: 1920s au, food as a love language, not cis flapper Eddie Munson

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Steve Harrington used to be the most eligible bachelor in all of New York City. Destined to take over his father’s nicotine empire, and make the family even richer. That was, until Steve Harrington got caught in an apartment fire. Clocked in the head by a steel beam while helping a young boy out.

Steve Harrington can’t take over the business anymore, because sometimes his head hurts so bad he can’t seen. Sometimes it hurts so bad his legs don’t work.

Now Steve Harrington is married to one Robin Buckley, socialite who writes poetry published under a mans name, and who comes from a good family. A solid flock; enough to get Harrington Sr to stop sniffing around proposals that might’ve made Steven useful to him again.

But, you only had to enter their apartment once to see that their bedrooms were distinctly separate. Only had to watch them together in public for a moment to see their touching never went past friendly.

No, now Steve Harrington lives on an allowance, goes to dinners once a month to show his face; coming back from them quieter, fog always lasting a few days. Doing so in order to, amongst other things, frequent a speakeasy on Saturday nights; hidden under a barbers shop in Harlem.

And, now, this Steve Harrington, also, bakes. Pastries, cakes and desserts from across the pond. Anything, everything, the finest you can think of.

And Eddie Munson, you see, knows all this about Steve Harrington. Knows all about this Steve Harrington, because, every weekend, Steve goes to the club, under the barber shop in Harlem, to take home one, particular, very special, girl.

Him.

‘No, slowly.’ Steve murmurs, holding the bite of pie just out of reach of Eddie’s lips. ‘Open.’

Eddie does.

‘Hold it baby. Taste it, let it melt.’ He whispers, patting the corners of Eddie’s mouth with a napkin. Watching Eddie swallow, eyelashes fluttering, half for Steve’s sake and half because it just tastes so damn good.

‘Don’t mess up my lipstick, s’not easy getting this dolled up.’ Eddie mumbles as Steve scoops up another mouthful, the fine porcelain and small fork held so gently in this large hands.

Steve smiles, pausing, laying down the cutlery to cradle Eddie’s cheek in his palm and run a thumb under his kohl lined eye. ‘Never, you’re berries baby.’ He says, flashing his teeth. Lifting that fork again to feed him another slow bite.

And this is all Steve asks for, really. The only time during the night where Steve requests Eddie does as he says. Otherwise, Eddie can do as he likes, orders Steve around hand and foot if he pleased, fuck him, not fuck him, get fucked, get blown. But not this part, this in between part. After a couple hours at the joint, with the good hooch, and a little dancing; Steve will eventually pull Eddie away. Away from the guys who want to get their hands up his beaded dress, who pull him in extra close for the slow dance, buy him a drink, light his cigarette unprompted. But everyone now knows that Saturdays are Steve’s night, Eddie might twirl and drink and bat his eyelashes at any sap he pleases; but he always walks out hand in hand with Harrington Jr.

Following him back to Steve’s now familiar apartment, where Eddie can kick off his heels and lounge back on the velvet sofa. Where Steve will have baked something special in preparation, requesting to feed Eddie every bite slowly, so slowly. Until every morsel is gone.

And Eddie lets him, is paid for it, handsomely. But they both know that, now, it’s got nothing to do with the money, not really. Eddie could go home with any number of rich clients on a Saturday night, multiple, and has done. But he doesn’t, not now.

No, now, it’s only Steve. Every Saturday, like clockwork.

No, it’s not all about the money, not for Eddie. And it maybe wasn’t ever, really, for Steve.

The first time Eddie went home with him Steve had flushed, fluttered, almost too scared to touch him. Offering up chocolate covered strawberries and biting his lip raw when the juice dripped down Eddie’s chin. Then ate Eddie out until spit dripped down his thighs.

Now his Steve has less reservation. Always seeking skin, seeking touch, begging to be able to give.

And Eddie feasts on it.

Starving.

Once the desert is tucked away, fed, devoured, consumed. Poured, dripping ambrosia into his very centre. All of him now a little more padded thanks to Steve’s steady devotion; ribs not so visible, hips no longer concave and thighs that are just starting to brush together under dresses and between nylon. Once that’s done, now, Steve kneels, happy and satiated, content with having completed his only desire for the night.

The rest, now, is up to Eddie.

And Eddie wants to smoke, and pet Steve’s cheek where it rests between his legs, on his inner thigh.

He blows smoke at Steve’s face, watches him inhale, eyelashes fluttering.

He’s a funny man, this Steve of his. Eddie thinks he’s the bees knees, sweet as honey, pretty as cherry pie.

‘Kids at the club talk about something called transcendence honey boy. You know anything about that?’ Eddie asks, scratching Steve’s scalp with long, painted nails.

‘No.’ Steve says, eyes closed, leaning into the touch.

‘Somethin’ about reaching a higher power, becoming more just through talkin’ and thinkin’ and bein’.’

‘Oh yeah?’ Steve says, listening, but the hand stroking slowly higher up Eddie’s calf says his mind is split in half.

‘Mmhm, I think you might just be doing it, only with you it’s through eatin’.’ Eddie smirks, spreading his legs a little more.

Steve looks up, glassy eyes getting clearer, he looks; affronted, confused, aroused. ‘I jus’ like seeing you looked after, seeing you warm and relaxed. Like seeing the way your eyes droop when you taste something good, the way you sit different in the chair, the way your legs shift and your cheeks blush. I just think food looks good on you baby.’ And Steve’s fingers slide up Eddie’s thigh, under the beaded silk of his dress, over the plush that sits over muscle. The weight, the width, the softness that’s been gained - gained by the offerings of Steve’s own hands.

Eddie gasps softly as those hands squeeze his thighs, warm and pliant and greedy.

‘Do you like that thought, doll? What did you call it?’

‘Transcendence.’

‘Yeah, you like it? Does it make you feel good sugar?’ He asks, eager. Always so eager.

Eddie thinks maybe it does, thinks that maybe the way Steve does most things might just be the best feeling in the world.

‘Take me to bed honey boy.’

Steve smiles, boyish and blinding and lifts Eddie up bridal style, making him cackle. Wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck and biting at his earlobe, sticking a hand down his half unbuttoned dress shirt to grope at the hair and muscle.

Never fails to make Eddie feel like a real dame this one.

Which is still not always an easy task, even with how Eddie chooses to present himself, how he loves. What he does and how he does it. Still not easy. But when Steve lays Eddie’s down, removing clothes between bites and throaty giggles. Kissing and kissing. And kissing as he does. Eddie’s knees part easily and his fingers grip tousled brown hair and Steve opens him up, slick and wanting and hungry.

And when Eddie is filled, enveloped in Steve’s warmth, the oven of his chest, baking Eddie alive. Eddie feels it again, maybe, that higher place.

‘You’re my girl, you’re my girl.’ Steve will pant, hot and wet in Eddie’s ear. Chant it until it drips like honey through his bones. Taking Eddie there, ascending. Toes curled, moan breathy and needy and high, filled up something special, a girl who is.

That’s when Eddie feels it, for the second time that night; divine, feminine, transcended.

Loved.

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Taglist (& people who showed interest <3) : @pearynice @scoops-aboy86 @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @chickensinrainboots @cheesedoctor

@marvel-ous-m @whimsicalwadewinstonwilson @postmodernau @steddie-island

#i cant tell u what this is #but it is about love #so there's that #hotlunch #steddie #Steve x eddie #steddie au #drabbles #queer eddie munson #trans eddie munson #steddie 1920s #<3

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phemiec · 2 years ago

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I don’t think I ever posted my haunted clown knife doll

his name is Rusty O’Sharps and I bought him for 20 bucks from my barber who had him on a shelf behind a bunch of hair gel, neither he nor anyone else in the shop knew where he had come from, and apparently he just came with the building.

he is a good southern gentleman he is my friend he IS haunted but he is NOT cursed he is a very neutral ghost 🤡

#Shauna won’t let him in the house so I keep him at work #clown #haunted clown doll #knife clown #clown sculpture #my face #not my face but I want him in my selfie tag anyway lol

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sosa2imagines · 5 months ago

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Broken Hearts. Part 10

Warnings- Mean exes, angst, kind of hostage situation.

Your heart raced in your chest as you tightly clutched the dummy phone in your hand. Anger and anxiety boiled within you as you mustered the courage to speak. “What are you doing here?” you demanded, your voice cold and firm.

Bucky's dark smile widened as he replied, his tone almost mocking. “Why not, doll? I'm here to eat and meet you.”

Peter and MJ could sense the tension crackling in the air, and they moved discreetly to your side, their protective instincts kicking in.

Peter discreetly turned toward you, his expression filled with concern. “Y/n, who is he?” he asked quietly. You didn't take your eyes off Bucky as you responded coolly, “No one important.”

Bucky's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he interjected, his tone patronizing. “Now, DOLL, that's not how you talk to your customer.”

Your anger flared at his condescending tone, “Don't call me that.” you snapped.

MJ firmly told Bucky, “Sir, please leave.”

However, Bucky arrogantly ignored her plea and attempted to make an outrageous offer. “Tell you what, you both leave her and work for me and my buddy, and we will pay you triple what she pays.” he said, cockiness lacing his tone.

However, to Bucky's surprise, both MJ and Peter immediately responded with a resounding, “NO.”

MJ's voice rose as she shouted back, “We don't want anything from you or your buddy. Get out.”

Your smirk widened with pride at their firm denial.

Bucky's gaze shifted toward Peter, and you could sense the ominous tension building. With a sly smile, Bucky asked, “What's your age, kid?”

Peter hesitantly responded, “Seventeen.”

Bucky's smirk widened as he redirected his attention to you. “You know, if you ever want tips on how to satisfy a girl, you can ask,” he started to say.

But before he could even finish, your hand connected forcefully with his face, leaving a fiery smack mark.

Bucky's eyes widened in shock and surprise, his hand instinctively going to touch his burning cheek.

Peter and MJ's eyes widened in shock at your bold move, their faces filled with a mix of admiration and disbelief. “Whoa,” Peter breathed, stunned by your reaction.

“Bitch,” Bucky hissed, his anger surging as he roughly grabbed your hand.

Immediately, both MJ and Peter rushed to your side, “Hey, let her go!” they exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with concern and worry. But Bucky just tightened his grip further, ignoring their pleas.

“Kids, leave us alone. We can handle it from here on.” Steve appeared, stepping towards you and Bucky, a serious expression on his face. “We can handle it from here.” he affirmed.

Meanwhile back at Fortress of Solitude

Lloyd couldn't help but break into a cheerful sing-song voice, addressing Nick. “Wake up, sexy Fowler!”

However, Nick, his head resting on the table due to a severe hangover, let out a groan of complaint. “Shut up, and this is your fault!” he mumbled, blaming Lloyd for his current state.

Lloyd chuckled, his eyes glittering mischievously. “My fault? I just wanted my friends to have a good time.” he defended himself.

Nick, his head still resting on the table, weakly protested, “Yeah right. Never listening to you again, and please tell me you didn't make Y/n drink like me and Barber.”

Lloyd feigned innocence, a sly grin on his face, “Nah, I wouldn't do that to Sugar.” Nick raised his head from the table, groaning as he rubbed his forehead. “Good,” he muttered. “Where is she anyway?”

Lloyd smile, his gaze fixed on the still-groaning Nick. “She's at her café. She'll be working for a couple of days,” he informed Nick.

Nick nodded thoughtfully, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. “It will be a good distraction for her,” he concurred. “She needs something else to focus on other than that prick Steve.”

Lloyd chuckled, his trademark smirk playing across his face. “I can distract her better,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Nick groaned, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance. “Enough with your dick!” he protested, shaking his head.

Lloyd glares at him, before clearing his throat “Anyway Barnes is back in town.” “What?” Nick's head snaps towards Lloyd, his expression filled with disbelief and anger.

Lloyd continued, his voice grave. “Sugar saw him yesterday, and I saw him too, but I feigned ignorance and asked Jake to confirm, and guess what?”

“He's back with his precious Steve,” he muttered through gritted teeth. Lloyd nodded solemnly, confirming the news. Present time.

Steve chuckled coldly, his eyes scanning the cafe. “Let me do a quick tour of this place,” he said, a hint of smugness in his tone. “But first, hand over your phones.”

MJ and Peter immediately spoke up in unison, their voices firm and resolute. “No!” they exclaimed, their eyes narrowing at Steve's demand.

Steve's impatience grew, his tone turning more ominous as he threatened. “Come on. Hand them over. I'll give them back, unless you want me to snatch them!” he warned.

MJ and Peter exchanged a brief glance with you, their worry evident. They looked at you uncertainly, seeking reassurance. You offered them a gentle smile, silently reassuring them that it would be okay and gesturing for them to cooperate.

Steve looked around the cafe one last time, his gaze lingering on the counter. “Well, there's only one phone on the counter.” he noted, holding MJ and Peter's phones in his hand. Bucky chimed in, his interest piqued. “What about the office?” he inquired.

Steve shrugged nonchalantly, his tone dismissive. “Nothing, just her purse in there.” he replied, a hint of disinterest in his voice.

Realization struck you suddenly as you recalled where your real phone was tucked away in your purse. A glimmer of hope sparked within you, as you realized the chance to contact Lloyd.

As you discreetly signaled to MJ and Peter by shaking your hand, the one with the dummy phone, their eyes widened as they tried to understand your message.

Oblivious to your ploy, Steve, without even looking, reached out and grabbed what he assumed was your phone from your hand.

Steve confidently made his way to the entrance, his actions deliberate as he flipped the sign to 'closed,' locking the door, isolating Peter and MJ within the office.

Peter's gaze met yours for a final lingering moment, his eyes filled with a silent plea. Sensing his unspoken message, you mouthed to him, “PURSE,” silently instructing him to look for your phone in your purse.

“Come on, doll, have a seat...” Bucky beckoned, gesturing to an empty chair. “We are here to talk.” His tone commanding yet mocking.

Your heart raced in your chest, the pet name he used making your skin crawl. Reluctantly, you took a seat, your eyes never leaving his.

In the cramped office, Peter and MJ huddled together, concern etched on their faces.

“MJ, we have to do something,” Peter whispered urgently, his eyes flickering towards the closed door where Steve and Bucky were likely to be on the other side. “We need to help her.”

“I know,” MJ nodded, her voice filled with frustration. “But they have our phones. What can we do?” Peter frowned, trying to recall the brief interaction before being locked away. “Wait,” he said, his voice growing more hopeful.

“She was shaking the dummy phone,” Peter explained, realization dawning on him. Peter's eyes widened in understanding. “She said 'p-u-r-s'“ he spelled out.

MJ nodded vigorously, her mind racing. “Her purse!!!” she confirmed. “It's the only thing left here.”

MJ quickly dived into your purse, rummaging through its contents, found your phone.

“Damn it, it's locked,” she cursed, frustration lacing her voice. Peter leaned in beside her, his impatience growing. “Type random passwords!” he urged, his voice a whisper.

MJ shot him a glare. “Patience…” she replied, her fingers hovering over the phone. “I think I can swipe the password from the prints on the screen.”

With a few muttered curses, MJ cautiously attempted the password a couple of times until, finally, she succeeded in unlocking your phone.

MJ shoved your phone into Peter's hands, her expression growing worried. “Here,” she said urgently.

Peter quickly glanced at the name on the last contact labeled “Lloyd” and looked up at MJ. “Who's Lloyd?” she asked, curiosity evident in her voice. “I don't know,” Peter replied. “Just check the emergency contact numbers.”

Peter scrolled through your phone, his heart racing, and spotted Lloyd's name under the emergency contact list. His eyes widened as he read his name aloud. “It's Lloyd.”

“Then call him!” MJ urged, her voice filled with desperation. Peter nodded, his thumbs trembling as he quickly dialed Lloyd's number.

“I remember, he was at home earlier with Y/n.”

Lloyd's voice came through the phone, assuming it was you on the other line. “Hey Sugar, already missing me?” he teased, a hint of playfulness in his tone. Nick, sitting nearby, rolled his eyes at Lloyd's typical demeanor.

“Umm...hello sir Hansen” Lloyd's tone changed to one of concern. “Who are you?” he asked sharply. “Who is it?” Nick asks, seeing Lloyd tensed. “Peter,” came the nervous reply. “Peter who?” Lloyd questioned, his unease growing. “May's nephew,” Peter added, explaining the situation further. Lloyd's voice grew tight when he heard the mention of your name. “What are you doing with Y/n's phone?” he demanded.

Peter's voice trembled as he urgently explained the situation to Lloyd. “Mr. Hansen,” he began, his words racing out in a rush. “Y/n needs your help. Some guy named Barnes... and her ex... they're here. They've taken our phones and locked me and MJ inside the office.”

Lloyd's response was instant and visceral. “THAT FUCKER!!!!” he roared. “Sir,” Peter pleaded, “please hurry.”

Lloyd's voice hardened, determined. “On my way, kid!” he replied firmly.

MJ fidgeted anxiously, her eyes darting towards the phone. “What did he say?” she asked, her voice tinged with urgency. Peter relayed Lloyd's words, a hint of hope in his voice. “On my way kid.” he repeated, the term echoing in the air.

MJ cocked an eyebrow, her irritation flaring momentarily. “Why does everyone keeps calling us kids?” she muttered more to herself than Peter, her eyes rolling slightly in annoyance.

Peter just shrugged in response, a sheepish smile on his face.

Nick watched as Lloyd's expression hardened, knowing something was amiss. “What happened?” he asked, grabbing his guns and preparing himself for the worst.

Lloyd's tone was tight with anger as he responded. “Barnes and Steve are at the café. They've taken their phones and locked the kids in the office.” Nick's jaw clenched at the news. “That fucker and his side kick will pay!” he growled, his voice sharp and filled with a promise of retribution.

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