#christ sorry i took forever to do this

[rax-writes]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love 💕

when night falls - Tywin Lannister x Reader smut

Lavender Rose - Margaery Tyrell x Reader

Speechless - Tormund Giantsbane x Reader

desperation - Daemon Targaryen x Reader

in the middle of the night - Sandor Clegane x Reader

I didn't mean for this list to be entirely GOT and HOTD, but that's what it ended up consisting of.

thank you for the tag, pookie ♥

probably everybody I would tag has already been tagged, but if you see this and want to do it, please do 💜

[ennabear]

− ⌗ CATALINA ISLAND ⊹∿

cw: catalina!abby/mamabear!abby/loser!abby/sub!abby, yara mention (i’m sorry… we miss u babygirl), slight themes of homophobia but nothing too heavy, post-pillars timeline so abby has short hair and no muscles, abby falls first but reader falls harder, tribbing eventually… 🙏 (not proofread)

wc: 6.0k

quite vividly does abby remember the first time she saw you. bright overhead lights stabbed through her vision, gloved fingers and cold metal tools poked and prodded at her extremely burnt, extremely sensitive skin. but not you, you were gentle with her. speaking in a hushed voice that comforted the dull ache crawling up her head, hands keeping their distance from her sore and aching body.

she felt at ease. for the first time in… months? years? decades? suddenly the weight of previous events didn’t seem so heavy. she felt lighter, calmer, unafraid. but maybe it was just the morphine making her feel this way, because she passed back out minutes after having this epiphany.

“abby…” the boy whispered. she didn’t hear it, too deep in her slumber to respond.

“abbyyyyyy, wake up.” he pleaded. nudging her sides and arms in an attempt to wake her. still, her rest was uninterrupted.

“ABBY!” he finally shouted, yanking her braid in despair.

“j’sus christ, lev, wha’ddyou want?” she yawned. one benefit of living out at sea was that there were never any threats out there. other than the occasional storm, they were completely safe, and abby could let her guard down for the first time in what felt like forever.

“come look at the stars with me.” he demanded, pointing to the front of the boat.

“are you serious?” abby asked, somewhat furious she got woken up for this, but could she blame him? his childlike wonder provided a refreshing new perspective. and as abby always said, lev used to live under a rock, so she was always happy to introduce him to new things, although his lack of general knowledge sometimes startled her.

“come on, please?” he added. “i’ve never seen them so bright before, pleaseee?”

abby huffed and got up, grabbing her blanket and taking it with her, already predicting lev would be shivering in an instant. and she was right. somehow, in the middle of the pacific ocean, the sun beating down on them for 12 hours a day, lev was always cold.

she took a seat on the deck next to him, wrapping the blanket around the two of them as they stared up into the sky. it was beautiful, she had to admit. it was hard to see the stars this clearly on land, and seeing the whole galaxy like this was such a treasure. it never stopped, no buildings or mountains concealing the sky, it was just pure space for miles.

they were silent for a while, lev looking up at the night sky with wide eyes, and abby still trying to shake the sleepiness from her mind.

“…abby?” lev asked after a while.

“yeah?” she responded.

“do you believe in a god?”

she debated this for a while. what a tricky question. did she want to believe? yes. 1,000%. but did she believe? … did she? does she? will she?

“i’m not sure.” she says. “no, i guess not.”

“i do. and i think that’s where yara is right now.”

oh. abby’s face falls, it’s always tough to think about lev’s sister. sure, she died a hero, but she shouldn’t have. she was so young, so strong, so determined, intelligent, kind, strategic, resilient. abby never knew her very well, but she replays the conversation she had with yara quite often. she wishes so badly she could’ve saved her, but at the end of the day it’s permanent. a script written in ink, a final decision.

if there is a god, i swear i’m gonna kill him she thinks.

“do you see that star?” lev asks, pointing up to an extra luminescent star twinkling brighter than the rest of them. “i think that’s her.” he continues. “and she’s always with us.”

abby huffs a laugh and stands, returning back to bed. “i don’t believe in all that.”

lev has no choice but to chase after her if he wants the warmth of the blanket back, so he does. “maybe your dad is up there too.” he states truthfully, climbing into bed next to her. her arms wrap around him as she settles back into slumber. “maybe,” she says. “or maybe he’s just gone.”

“do you ever miss him?” lev asks.

“every day. more than anything.” and suddenly she’s asleep again.

“abby?”

“abby?” …..

“ABBY!” the voice asks again, and suddenly she’s wide awake. she’s not on the boat with lev anymore, instead she’s… in a hospital? or an office? somewhere too bright that smells too much of disinfectant.

“it was just a dream,” you soothe, shushing her pained whimpers and cries. “you can go back to sleep if you’d like.”

she looks over to you, one of the sweetest sights she’s ever seen. “i’ve seen you before.” she whispers.

you smile and pat her hands, abby is one of your favorite patients. being on narcotics for weeks makes for an easy client, all you really do is change her bandages and occasionally silence her night terrors. you’ve actually gotten to know her quite well from her… son? you still don’t know the full story on that, apparently she betrayed the entire washington liberation front to adopt him and his sister, and that she’s been a better caretaker to him than his biological mother ever has been. but you can see in her youthful features that she’s still young. too young to be a mother. and lev cringes at the thought of calling her mom.

“where am i?” she asks, voice gravelly from being asleep for so long.

“catalina island critical care unit.” you respond gently. “or, CICCU, but i don’t wanna confuse you with too many letters.”

“where’s lev?” she asks frantically, suddenly fully aware that she’s not in the same room as him right now.

“he’s okay. sleeping. it’s pretty late.”

“was i talking?” she asks, cringing at the thought of someone as perfect as you listening to her blabber in her sleep.

“no, not this time. but i always prefer your talking over your screaming.” you joke.

“what do i talk about?” she asks, although not sure she wants to hear the answer.

“lev mostly. sometimes others, usually ‘manny’ and ‘alice’.”

“oh.” she sighs. she feels so much better compared to the night she first saw you. was that when she arrived? whatever, she can’t remember anything other than you. her muscles aren’t sore anymore, her skin feels cooler and softer, finally.

“you should go back to sleep.” you say. “your body needs the rest, and i’m not really supposed to be talking to my patients anyways.”

she raises an eyebrow at this. “why’s that?”

“my social skills are no good, that’s why they put me on the night shift. i’m not sweet or gentle enough for daytime caretaking.”

blasphemy. you? not sweet or gentle? this is the first time in her whole life she’s felt truly comfortable, and it’s all because of you. she closes her eyes, willing herself to get more rest before she sees you again.

her daytime nurse fucking sucks. she’s an old lady with a scratchy voice, not deep and smooth like yours. and she’s mean. abby always catches her talking shit about other doctors at the hospital, and it’s not even normal stuff like gossip or personal experience and whatnot, she takes real jabs at the people in the community, coming for their looks and personalities. worst of all, the mean nurse hates you.

she always chatters on about how you can never do your job correctly, and apparently you’re wasting all of god’s honor by not being married yet. but it’s not until the mean nurse mentions “sleeping around with… females…” that she finally listens to what the mean nurse is saying, and she has a strong feeling she relates to you just fine.

abby sighs in relief when you walk in for your night shift. you catch this, giggling a little “what was that about?”

“i hate the other nurse.” she pouts, grimacing at the thought of seeing her again when dusk turns to dawn.

“who, dr. cosby?” you ask.

“yeah, if that’s her name.”

“i don’t like her either,” you admit. “but she’s the only one completely trained in full time caretaking.”

“do you have to work with her?” abby asks, growing slightly defensive over you. she’s gotten to know you over the past few days, too, and you’ve been able to fill in some of the gaps from the stories lev has told you.

“yeah, almost every day. she’s kinda like my boss since she’s training me, but she doesn’t pay me or anything… which kinda makes it worse. i feel like i deserve an extra paycheck for putting up with her.” you laugh.

abby still can’t get over your laugh, the sweet, deep giggles that seem to float out of you like bubbles. abby doesn’t realize this yet, but she has a huge crush on you.

“anyways, you’re supposed to be asleep, anderson.” you accuse, pointing a jokingly angry finger at her.

“yeah, yeah, i know.” she says, sighing deeply. “but i missed you, and i wanted to see you again after the mean nurse.”

“that’s sweet.” you start. “but if the mean nurse finds out you haven’t been sleeping because of me, i’m fired. and they’ll replace me with someone worse.”

abby laughs, pulling a pillow over her face to cover her giggles, and falls into another restful sleep after a few minutes.

she manages to survive a few more days with dr. cosby. or, the mean nurse, in the vocabulary the two of you share. the only thing that makes it bearable is knowing she’ll see you every night, and lev even visits her sometimes. tonight is different, though, because you don’t walk in at 9:00 pm when you’re regularly scheduled. dr. cosby does. abby groans audibly, she wishes she would’ve done it louder. well, she wishes she could scream in dr. cosby’s face, but she isn’t trying to get kicked out of the CICCU before she’s fully healed.

“usual nurse is out.” the mean nurse spits. ‘usual nurse’? so she can’t find the courtesy to learn your name?

“out where?” abby questions.

“on a… date.” she hisses.

oh shit, abby grins. a date with a woman i bet. dr. cosby isn’t happy about that.

and then it hits her.

oh shit… abby frowns. you’re on a date with someone else right now. you decided to spend the night with another woman, ditching your usual visits with abby. this hurts. her heart twists with jealousy, suddenly the room is spinning, and she has to turn and face the wall before dr. cosby can catch her weeping into her blanket like a little kid.

abby hasn’t seen you once since the night before your date. when the mean nurse comes back in the morning, she discharges abby and orders a soldier to escort her to the lodge she and lev are to share. so that’s it? she’s never gonna see you again? lev is out at school when she gets there, so abby has the whole place to herself until he gets back. she finds herself staring into the mirror for an unhealthy amount of time. christ, she looks different. her hair is short and choppy, although it’s gotten longer since she’s arrived. her muscles are almost completely gone. whatever the lack of training couldn’t remove, malnutrition withered away. she has scars all over her face and arms, her skin is still bumpy and blistered from the overexposure to the california sun. she looks… smaller? not tall and buff and scary anymore, but weak. fragile. she doesn’t look like abby. and that’s a terrifying thought.

she spends about an hour in the shower, scrubbing the hospital scent off of her skin and running her fingers through her short hair. she decides to spent the rest of the day orienting herself in this new space. she’s never lived in a real house before, and she feels like an alien trying to do so. lev finds her laying on the couch, studying the bumps and ridges in the ceiling.

“abby?” he calls from the doorway, slinging his backpack off of his shoulders. the poor kid almost cries when he sees her, out of excitement or fear, nobody knows. abby tries to pick him up as he throws himself at her body, but she can’t anymore. she doesn’t have the strength with how much she’s been weakening and how much lev has been growing. this crushes her even more, but she settles for a firm squeeze to the kid, and realizes how much her ribs do still hurt.

she doesn’t sleep well that night, it’s not the same without you. she misses your heavy voice lulling her to sleep and the euphoria she got from laughing with you. something deep and heavy settles in her stomach when she remembers you now spend your nights with someone else. she’s jealous. and she’s sad. overwhelmed from being in such a new place. and she misses you. and tonight when she sleeps, it’s dreamless and restless and leaves her even more exhausted.

you miss abby. you didn’t know the night you were gone would be the night she got discharged, and you wonder if this is a coincidence or if it’s some evil plan from dr. cosby. your date wasn’t even a date anyways. the girl you were meeting showed up to the diner, but left after a few minutes after saying she needed to freshen up. you saw her leave out of the back door. so you snacked on soggy fries and day-old fish until you got fed up and went home and cried into your pillow. was dr. cosby right? are you really not likable? to make matters worse, now that abby is gone you don’t have any more easy patients. you have to take care of a snappy old man who was in a boating accident. nobody can tell if he’s suffering from brain damage or if he’s just stupid, and it’s starting to drive you mad.

you miss abby. you miss watching her sleep, how her sweet face would contort into an expression of pure bliss as she finally had a peaceful dream, and how sometimes she would reach out and hold your hand for a few hours while she slept. she might be the only person on this whole island who likes you.

you two don't run into each other for about a month. the community you live in is small, but the whole island is divided into communities of about the same size. abby is sentenced to a desk job, something she'd never seen herself doing. she spends all day crunching numbers, scribbling things down on various documents and punching in even more symbols on her calculator. she's surprisingly good at it, her brain works efficiently and she's incredible at finding mistakes and working through them. lev teases her about becoming a nerd, but he's the one who voluntarily stays after school for tutoring, so she teases him right back.

you run into her right before one of your shifts, picking up a prescription from the pharmacy and dropping by her workplace to pick up some more documents. you freeze in your tracks when you see her, awkwardly blurting out an "abby! wow, uh... you look good."

and it's true. she looks better than good, she's glowing. her hair looks softer and fluffier now that it's not matted from the pillows, her skin is clearing up and restoring its natural color (which is a lot more peaceful than the burnt red it was), and she looks fuller. not nearly as big and muscular as she used to be, but she's started to gain some weight back and finally doesn't look tiny. abby notices you staring, taking in her new appearance. "thanks... so do you." she chuckles.

"i didn't know they cleared you to work." you stammer. actually, you didn't know anything about her ever since she was suddenly good to go, which you've decided is definitely dr. cosby's fault. so the two of you spend the rest of the night chatting and catching up with one another. she tells you about her job, her house, and how good lev is doing in school. you tell her about some of your newest patients, and when she asks about your date, you find pleasure in telling her that it was terrible. abby feels giddy after hearing this, not that she gets a kick out of your humiliation, but she's happy to know that you're single, and that you regret ditching her that night.

the time completely slips away from both of you, and before you know it you're an hour late for work. "shit!" you jump. "god, i'm sorry. i gotta go, i'm about to get fired!" you cry as you run down the hallway and out of the building. she laughs at this, tidying up her desk before clocking out and waking herself home. she sleeps very well that night, knowing that you're single and that you're willing to be late to work just to talk to her.

she greets you two days later with coffee outside of your office. "glad to see you didn't get fired." she jokes, you roll your eyes. "if i get written up one more time i'm done for." neither of your bosses are in today, so you finally have some peace to do your job without being yelled at. when you're not meeting with a patient, you let abby follow you around like a lost puppy, you notice how soft her hands have become when you grab them and tug her along next to you.

"thanks?" she mutters, cheeks sparkling with a pretty pink blush.

"oh, shit, i didn't mean to say that out loud." you cringe. "but it's true. they're very soft."

abby blushes impossibly more at this, so you like her hands? does that... mean anything? you're so forward with her it makes her a little dizzy, it's hard to keep up with your subtle flirtatious remarks when she can barely look at you without stuttering and tripping over herself. you're like a savior to her. you are her savior, if you didn't patch her up after her and lev had arrived, would she still be here? if she didn't get eaten alive by an infection she might've offed herself after the countless exhausting interactions with the mean nurse.

“how did you know how i take my coffee?” you ask suddenly. abby doesn’t know how to answer. well, she does, actually. but she’s too shy to say that sometimes she’d wake up and watch you while she was supposed to be sleeping. you’d place your coffee cup on her nightstand and flick on the lamp next to it, and then instantly stick your nose in a book. when she got done studying your face, she memorized the books you liked and the coffee you drank.

“if you’re stalking me, i won’t be upset.” you joke. abby laughs awkwardly, still calculating her answer in her mind.

“i dunno, i just know you, i guess.” she finally responds.

“fair, but now i feel bad because i don’t know how you take your coffee.” you frown. she chuckles, dismissing your concern.

“no, seriously. i feel like i barely know you, and i miss getting to know you ever since the mean nurse discharged you the night i was out.” you tell her. she can’t see where you’re going with this, so she just freezes and waits for you to make it obvious. “we should go out for coffee sometime. this weekend, maybe, if you’re free.”

are you asking her on a date? platonically or romantically? do you actually like her as much as she likes you? abby stares at the ground as she thinks about what to say again. “if you don’t want to, that’s okay.” you smile. “i won’t be offended.”

“i-” she starts, trying to speak deliberately as to not stumble over her words. “i do want to. that would be really great.”

you plant a kiss on her cheek as she turns to leave, heading to her own job instead of yours. she barely registers it, giggling and swatting you away before realizing that you kissed her. she halts her stroll when she finally processes it, reaching her fingers up to feel over the spot your lips pressed to. her cheeks turn beet red as she replays what happened, and fuck, she wants you to do it again. she debates running back into the hospital to beg for another kiss, but decides not to make a fool of herself. not today, at least.

her shift passes in what feels like forever. she wants to see you again, she wants it to be the weekend so badly. curse the calendar for deeming today a thursday, and curse your work schedule for not letting you go on a date with her now.

she clocks out excitedly as soon as her shift is over, practically jogging home to meet lev for dinner. they eat on the couch, watching some old dvd of a pre-breakout day cartoon. lev falls asleep as the show crawls on, so she has to face the disappointment of shaking him awake, wishing she still had the strength to pick him up. she watches as he waddles with all ten of his blankets to his bedroom, and then collects the dishes to scrub them off in the sink.

just as sleep is about to take her, she bolts awake with a great idea. shoving her shoes on, she jogs back out of the door, practically sprinting to the hospital to catch you before you clock in for the night. when you see her standing behind you, you jump backwards and yelp, almost knocking over a cart full of needles. “god, abby!” you curse. “you scared the shit outta me.”

“sorry…” she smiles sheepishly, a look you’ve grown to love.

“what are you doing here?” you question. “are you hurt?”

“no, i just wanted to see you. i couldn’t sleep, if that counts as an ailment.” she says, lying through her teeth. she was about to sleep soundly knowing your date was only in a few days.

“well, i’m glad to know you’re okay, but you really need to work on prioritizing your sleep.” you scold her, but you can’t help but melt at the dopey smile on her lips.

“yes, doctor.” she laughs, rolling her eyes. “are we still on for this weekend?”

“of course, if you’re not a zombie by the time we get to saturday.” you smile, nudging her with your elbow.

“alright, sorry,” she sighs theatrically. “i guess i’ll leave you alone now.”

“i’m sorry for kissing you on the cheek earlier.” you blurt out, although you probably should just let the moment be. “it was just… muscle memory i guess.”

“muscle memory?” she asks, dumbfounded.

“i dunno, sorry, it was definitely inappropriate. but you used to ask me for a small peck whenever i woke you up from your night terrors. i’d be surprised if you remember it, though. we had you on some pretty hefty meds.”

abby has always had trouble sleeping. as a kid, she’d have terrible nightmares that she couldn’t wake up from on her own. her dad would nudge her awake, and then soothe her back to sleep with a firm kiss on the cheek. it helped every time, and she slept like a baby knowing her dad would protect her. after he passed, the nightmares were more frequent, and there was no one to calm her down once she woke.

that must’ve been why she’d wake up screaming, eyes open yet unable to focus as you calmed her down to the best of your ability. you’d take her heart rate and blood pressure to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary, and then stroke her short hair while she fell back to sleep. she’d huff and kick for the first few minutes, and then reach out for your hand, guiding it to the apple of her cheek. you thought at first she wanted something cool against her burning skin, but once you moved your hand away, she demanded a kiss in a raspy and very delirious voice.

“no, it’s okay, really.” she assures you. “it’s a comfort thing i used to do with my dad. you don’t need to feel bad, i promise.”

“go to sleep, princess abby.” you demand again. “i’ll see you saturday.”

with a smirk, abby turns and walks back out the door she came in. she slips back through her front door as silently as she can, and falls asleep thinking about all the ways she’s embarrassed herself in front of you. how many more times can she do it? and how long until she cuts the shit and admits her feelings for you?

saturday comes quicker than abby would like. ever since that night, she couldn’t help but fret about your feelings toward her. did you really kiss her out of muscle memory, or did you genuinely want to? her heart warmed at the sweet gesture of you soothing her back to sleep on the nights her dreams were infiltrated with death and fear and abandonment, but did you do that with all of your patients?

she tried to ignore these thoughts as they came up, but it was nearly impossible to. she dressed herself in a beige sweater and a pair of jeans, tucking her hair behind her ears and accessorizing with a black hair clip. she looks gorgeous. it’s hard not to faint when you see her, the fluttering in your stomach keeping you on your feet.

the pair of you sit tucked away in a cafe booth, chatting away like time isn’t real. you’re surprised to learn that abby knows quite a bit about medicine, the knowledge coming from her father who was a doctor too. she tells you stories of her childhood, and you can see the resemblance between her and her dad, she treats lev just as well as her dad treated her. you don’t mention this, though, because you can tell she’s starting to tear up the more she talks about him.

when the conversation slows down, you decide to bite the bullet and ask her something that’s been on your mind. “abby? can i ask you something?”

“shoot.” she says.

“do you… like me?” you try. “i mean— i dunno. i’ve never really had friends before, not like you. i guess i just wanna know if you enjoy hanging out with me, or if you’re just doing this because i seem desperate.”

“of course i like you.” she affirms. “i’ve never met anyone as sweet or as gentle as you, and i’ve met a lot of people.”

“okay, cool. good. i like you too.” you say, reaching out to grab her hand that’s resting on the table. she smiles and squeezes your hand, looking deeply into your eyes.

“do you wanna get out of here?” you ask.

sand fills the holes in your shoes as the two of you stroll the beach hand in hand. abby still has that giddy feeling in her stomach, although she still can’t tell if you’re actually into her or if you just wanna be friends. you did mention just friends earlier, but you’re also holding her hand sweetly in yours.

you don’t know how to explain your feelings for abby. she’s such a sweet girl, and she’s a few years younger than you. you want her all to yourself, you want to take all of her pain and suffering away and start a family with her. you wanna run away with her and live in a small beach house together. but is that crazy? you’ve only known her for about four months at this point, how long is too long to wait? how long is too short? you don’t wanna overwhelm her, she just started a completely new life after escaping seattle where all of her friends and family were murdered in front of her. it’s obvious she’s still grieving, missing the family she created and the life she had.

when you reach the top of the hill, you sit and dangle your feet off of the mini cliff, looking out at the horizon painted in front of you. abby takes a seat next to you, wrapping both of her hands around yours. you smile at her, proud of how far she’s come ever since rolling in half-dead and practically fried. she looks human now, and she looks really… pretty.

“you flatter me too much.” she says with a shy smile.

you groan. jesus christ, you need to stop thinking out loud before it kills you.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to make things weird.” you cringe again.

“it’s not weird. i think you’re pretty too.”

your heart skips a beat at this. it’s too late, your habit of thinking out loud is about to kill you right now. because your lips are on abby’s and you’re kissing her with all of your might. her lips taste like honey and coffee, a sweet mix of flavors that you’ll crave for the rest of your life.

“is it weird that i just kissed my doctor?” she asks.

“i’m not your doctor. i’m the crazy person who’s job was to watch you sleep in case you had seizures or heart attacks.”

she giggles at this, leaning in to capture your lips in another sweet kiss. you both stay there until sunset, giggling and kissing and chatting like little kids in love.

to your dismay, you get up and leave as soon as the sunset fades, not wanting to be stranded at sea in pitch black darkness. abby walks you home, arm thrown over your shoulders. you frown when you reach your own cabin, not wanting to leave her. “can i see you tomorrow?” you ask, praying she’ll say yes.

“of course,” she says. “i’ll be here.”

it’s impossible for you to sleep after the incredible day you just had. you keep licking your lips in hope that the honey-coffee taste will still be lingering, but it’s not. tomorrow can’t come soon enough, and now you feel bad for teasing abby about her lack of sleep because you finally get it.

abby sleeps soundly tonight. all of her fears are dissolved floating away like ashes in the wind. she feels free. finally ready to start a new chapter of her life now that she’s escaped the tragedies from seattle and the torture from santa barbara.

you wake up bright and early the next morning, showering and cooking and cleaning and dressing yourself as efficiently as you can. the excitement of seeing her again fuels your motivation, but once your whole lodge is spotless, it’s hard to find something to do with your energy. you sigh in relief when abby knocks on your door ten minutes early, her brain must be in sync with yours.

as you open the door, you practically jump into her arms. she pulls you in for a big bear hug, seeming to have missed you just as much as you’ve missed her.

you have nothing planned, so you snack on a box of cookies while sitting in bed, staring out of the window that overlooks the ocean. it’s a gloomy day, but it’s nice to people watch and gossip about various things you’ve heard through the grapevine.

after a while you get tired, and abby lets you rest your head on her shoulder in case you wanna fall asleep. you don’t, though. no matter how heavy your eyelids get, you force yourself to enjoy every second that passes with her. well, there is something you wanna do with her, but you’re not too sure how she feels about it.

“abby? can i ask you another weird question?”

“always.” she laughs.

“do you wanna have sex with me?”

her heart thrums harder in her chest, and heat spreads from her cheeks to her ears.

“sorry, i shouldn’t ha—”

“yes.” she interrupts. “but, i— it’s been a while. i’m not very… i dunno…”

“if you don’t want to it’s fine.” you assure her. “it’s also fine if you wanna just lay there and let me do the work, i don’t mind.”

she nods at the second option, leaning back and throwing her shirt off while you do the same. her abdomen is less bloody and bruised than you remember, but you can still see her ribs and a few scars. she blushes when she catches you staring, leaning back timidly.

“don’t be nervous, abby. i’m a doctor, i’ve seen bodies. especially yours, and i think you’re beautiful.”

she blushes harder at this, but laughs and says “i thought you were a creepy nurse who watches people sleep, not a doctor.”

you giggle and shut her up with a kiss, reaching down to unbutton her jeans. “can i?” you ask.

“yes, please, fuck.”

as soon as you get her jeans down, you tug her boxers down too. sure you should wait, and it might be polite to engage in a little foreplay, but you’re craving her right now. her bush is curly in the center, right where is dripping wet, and she has a beautiful blonde happy trail that crawls all the way up to her belly button. she’s so hot you might need an oxygen tank.

“the quicker you stop staring and fuck me, the quicker we can get you that oxygen tank.” she laughs.

“oh god… i didn’t mean to say that. again.”

you tug your own underwear off and sit your cunt right on top of hers. abby intertwines her legs with yours, and the angle lets you slide across her perfectly. “jesus christ.” she moans, currently unable to control the noises she’s making.

she’s so sensitive it drives you mad. the last time she hooked up with anyone was more than a year ago, and ever since then she’s been prioritizing keeping herself alive over jacking off. whenever your clits bump, you feel a small, warm splash of her squirt against your cunt, and it makes you more aroused than you’ve ever been.

it gets very messy very quickly. your lips crash together in a heated and very wet kiss, and your cunts are creating a pile of slick that’s currently dripping down abby’s ass and making a puddle on the bed. you can’t tell if you’re dizzy because of your arousal, sleepiness, or love for her, but you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

abby cums after only a few minutes, and when she does she twitches and writhes and squeals so much you think you might have to sedate her. you keep grinding on her until you cum, which quickly overstimulates her even further until you’re almost positive she’s blacked out or something.

when you come down from your own high, you scoot yourself off of her. two clear strings of slick connect you to her, but eventually break and drip down onto the bed. she sighs when you lay next to her.

“was that good?” you ask.

“fuck. i think i need the oxygen mask more than you do.” she pants. you laugh and wrap your arms around her, ready to get a few minutes of cuddling in before you force your aftercare routine upon her.

she sighs. “thanks for taking care of me.”

“you know i’ll always take care of you, abby. right? just because i’m not your nurse anymore doesn’t mean i don’t love you anymore.”

“you love me?”

“ever since the day i met you.”

[adore-u-ls]

just talk to her - luke hughes

this is self indulgent. i didn’t know the ending when i was writing. i’ve forgotten how to write so i’m sorry. lukey boy!

“Luke.”

“Hm?”

“Luke.” Quinn hissed out, having been trying to get his brothers attention for the last 3 minutes.

“What? What do you want?” Luke grumbled being forced to drag his eyes away from her.

“Jesus christ, just go and talk to her man. Stop staring at her, it’s weird.”

“Quinn, I can’t. I don’t know what to say. I’m not Jack” the other boy let out, his eyes flitting to his brother who stood just behind Quinn.

“Lukey boy, just go.”

With some unhelpful words that Luke assumed was Jacks attempt at motivation, he looked back over to the girl who was currently browsing the aisles and said “Fuck it.”

He approached with confidence he had managed to pull out of thin air and prayed that carried over in to his voice when he approached her.

He reached out a hand to tap her shoulder and the girl let out a small gasp of surprise before turning to her left. Luke noticed a small flash of annoyance in the girls eyes and realised right there that he would happily get lost in those eyes forever if given the chance.

Confusion overtook the annoyance and before he could back out, she smiled. And Luke swore his heart soared and as he swallowed thickly, he willed himself to speak.

“Hi, I’m Luke. I was just wondering if I-“

“O-oh, I’m sorry, was I in your way? Did you need something from here?” She gestured vaguely to her front and took a step back from him, assuming he was asking her to move.

“Oof. That’s not good” Jack breathed out, arms leant over a clothes rail as the two older Hughes took in the scene of the girl stepping away from their little brother. Quinn let out a wince in agreement, wondering what Luke had managed to say if he was already making the girl back away.

Luke hadn’t even seen what she was looking at before he interrupted her and threw a quick glance at where she was gesturing before following up with “No, no sorry! I was- I just- Okay. I’m nervous but I’ll come out with it. You’re very pretty and I was wondering if I could get your number and if we could arrange a date. I completely get if you say no or like think I’m weird…or something.” Luke felt his confidence fade completely by the end of his rambling and was wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans and could already feel his cheeks heat up knowing there was no way she would say yes now.

Another smile graced the girls face and she let out a little chuckle, hand reaching out to soothe Luke’s bicep. “I would like to go on a date with you Luke so yes, you can have my number”

The boys eyes widened and he was silently thanking the universe for this. He quickly nodded and pulled out his phone to share his number with you. After the two of you exchanged numbers and you told Luke that you needed to get going but not before throwing him a wink and telling him you looked forward to your date. Glancing at what you had named yourself in his phone, he let his eyes drift over your name, letting out a puff of amusement as he saw the “🛒” emoji at the end of your name.

Luke let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding before turning on his heel to walk back to where his brothers stood. A smirk now placed firmly on his face as his brothers looked at him a shock, neither having said a word after the exchange they’d just witnessed. Jacks jaw hung open and Quinn just looked bewildered.

Jacks jaw snapped shut and let out an incredulous“How on earth do you not have any game at all and STILL manage to get a girl, a pretty girl nonetheless, to agree to a date with you?” Luke knew the chirping was coming and he only stuck his tongue out in response. Quinn, on the other hand, just whistled lowly and said “Wait till mom and dad hear about this.”

With that final comment, Luke ushered out a quick “Shut up.” and spun around to look through the rails of clothing, hellbent on ignoring the snickers coming from his older brothers.

[coff33andb00ks]

Oscar + 47 41 ⭐️

47 & 41: holding onto the other’s hand so they can’t run away / loosely holding onto each other’s hand

driver + number = drabble/short fic <3

<this took forever I'm SO sorry>

"I quite like that one."

You narrow your eyes and tip your head, propping your hands on your hips. "Oscar?"

Your boyfriend gives you a gentle smile. "Yes darling?"

Ignoring the way the pet name rolls off his tongue, making your stomach feel all mushy, you huff with annoyance. You know he's only saying it to get the impromptu shopping trip finished. "You've said that for every outfit."

He's unaffected, blinking once, smile still in place. "Yes?"

"You can't quite like all of them."

"Can't I?"

You wrinkle your nose. "No."

He blinks at you, still smiling. "Ah." Rubbing his nose, he looks you over again. Then, with the most deadpan voice, "You look like shit."

"Oscar!"

"Now what?" he groans, smile finally fading.

"I just want you to be honest," you sigh, crossing to where he's seated outside the dressing room.

"Am I ever not honest?" He looks genuinely confused and it hits you - Oscar is never anything but honest. As soon as you're close enough he's taking your hand, lightly swinging it as he looks you up and down. "You always look sensational, darling. You could wrap a curtain around yourself and still be the most beautiful woman in the room."

Again your stomach feels all mushy. Again you ignore it. "Stop being ridiculous."

He stops swinging your hand. "I'm lost," he says. "Why don't you tell me what you want me to say?"

"The truth."

Standing, he tightens his grip on your hand and guides you into a slow turn. Once you're facing him again there's a grin pulling at his lips. "You look amazing."

"Yellow makes me look sick," you sigh.

"Yellow on you reminds me of the sunflowers I got you on our first date."

"Osc..." It's practically a whine.

"I love you in everything. Because - to me, honestly - you look beautiful in everything." He's speaking softly, and when he speaks like this you have a tendency to forget where you are.

"Stop," you mumble, vaguely aware of the other people milling around the shop and he's about to make you cry. He always says the right thing - you think it's because he grew up with sisters and his mom is a gem. Gotta send her a sweet text thanking her. You start to back away but his hand tightens around yours, holding you fast. "Osc–"

"You want the truth? That I can't look at any color and not think how you'd look in it? That I'll see someone else wearing the same shirt or dress as you and wonder why it doesn't look right?" He holds your hand tightly, keeping you from getting away. "Christ. You think I'm just saying bullshit, don't you? I'm not, and I'll keep saying it until you believe me."

"Oscar, you don't–"

"You took my breath away the moment we met. I got it back, but I lose it again every time I look at you." His other hand comes up, cupping your cheek. "I don't care what you're wearing, darling."

"Oh Osc," you whisper, smiling as you fight tears. "I really do love you."

[gemstone-roses]

Hello lovely! If you’re taking requests, would you be able to please write something smutty about Hannibal x reader sort of like enemies to lovers maybe where they don’t get a long and she’s a bit weary of him but one day they end up having really rough sex??? Lots of dirty talk and choking pls xx

Woo okay, let's go!

This took me forever so I hope you like it, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated🥺🥺

a:n- minors be gone 18+ only!. Dirty talk, female reader, choking,smut, rough sex. So. Much. Smut. I got a bit carried away oops, pussy eating, praise kink, filthy language, unprotected sex, mentions of choking on a dick, choking, 18+

Ooh there's a bit of a build up too this time! It's a bit long oops.

This work is intended for adults only, meaning those who are 18 and over. remember you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Hannibal finds it amusing, the way you roll your eyes whenever he opens his mouth. He might well have a good point but it doesent stop you from making your annoyance known. You thought hannibal was just far too cocky and far too sure of himself.

And every time hannibal sees it, a sly smirk appears on his face.

You loathed working with him, and your boss seemed to be oblivious to this since he always made you go with hannibal on a case.

"Im driving" you huff, not even looking at him as you reach for the drivers side handle

"It's my car" hannibal says simply, leaning on the door,causing it to shut.

You gape at him, hannibal stands there leaning against the car door, lazily, a smile dancing across his face.

Hannibal raises his eyebrows at you, waiting.

"You are insufferable do you know that!" You state

Hannibal just smiles wider, sticking his tongue between his teeth watching you become angrier at him.

"Fine" you huff, launching the keys at him. Your pouting, breath heaving slightly, and hannibal can't help the way it sends blood rushing to his cock.

Hannibal starts the car and the radio blares on. You lean over from the passenger seat to try and change it to something more your taste when hannibal places his hand firmly on your thigh.

"Leave it" he says lowly.

Your brain short circuits for a moment

"I am not, listening to this!" You manage to breathe out, hopefully hiding shakiness in your voice.

Hannibal ignores you, hoping it'll be the end of your utterly annoying complaining.

It's not.

"Go that way its quicker" you say

He doesn't.

"You should of gone the other way" you state, as you join a small line of traffic due to some road works.

The drive only takes 15 minutes but by the time you both get out of the car hannibal is rubbing his temples dramatically.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't realise I was so terrible to be around" you say.

Hannibal furrows his brows.

"I need you to come to my office when we get back" he says firmly

"Jesus christ how about some manners?" You roll your eyes

Hannibal turns around and walks towards you, you can't help your heart speed up at the sight, he's so very... attractive.

You blink away the thoughts right as he reaches you

"Y/N" he whispers, he's out of breath, putting both arms on either side of you he's trapped you against the car.

You open your mouth to speak but no sound comes out.

Hannibal swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, taking note of the way your breathing increases.

He leaves you without saying another word.

The drive back is silent.

He gets out first when you arrive, not even waiting for you to get out the car.

By the time you reach his office, he's already sitting behind his desk.

You enter and shut the door behind you, hannibal looks up at you and his gaze is so intense it makes you want the floor to swallow you up.

"You- you wanted me to come up here" you say, hannibal gets up and clears the space between you in seconds.

And once again he places both arms either side of you, leaning against the door.

You notice he's rolled his sleeves up and it makes your brain short circuit for a moment.

" I did" he agrees, he steps forward, meaning you have to widen your legs slightly

"What are you-

"You have been testing my patience y/n" he whispers, hands rubbing up your waist gently.

"Yeah well your pretty insufferable yourself" you whisper.

Hannibal traces his hand up to your jaw, his big hand gripping your chin, a finger reaching out to caress your cheek

"Should I stop?" He whispers stilling his hand, a warmness in his gaze you haven't seen before.

You shake your head, lips parted slightly.

"Use your words" he whispers lowly.

"I don't want you to stop" you say

"Good girl" he praises and hannibal dosent miss the way your pupils widen at that.

Hannibal bites his lip slightly, oh he is going to enjoy this.

"You liked that didn't you?" He teases, dropping his hand from your chin to rest around your neck.

"Mm hmm" you mutter, slightly breathless.

Hannibal tightens his hand slightly, studying your reaction, he feels your pulse quicken under his hand, you shift slightly trying to ease the growing ache in your cunt.

He squeezes a little harder, causing you to let a moan you'd been holding in escape your lips.

Hannibals cock strains against his pants.

"Open your mouth for me darling" he says, swiping his thumb across your lip before pushing in two of his fingers.

You wrap your lips around his fingers and suck, hannibal closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, commiting to memory the sight in front of him.

"That's it darling" he smiles, his cock twitching every time you made a noise.

He pushes into you, his erection brushing up against your leg.

"Do you feel that y/n?"

You whimper

Hannibal removes his fingers from your mouth, reaching down, he guides your hand to his bulge.

You stroke your hand up and down a couple of times, taking notice of how thick he feels, hannibal let's out a low moan before quickly pushing your hand away and opening his hand to take yours, he guides your arm up above your head before crashing his lips to yours.

You can tell he's skillful by the way he kisses. One hand pinning yours above your head, the other grips your waist, you feel the books on the shelf behind you pressing into your back.

Hannibal pushes his tongue into your mouth, gripping your waist tighter you moan into the kiss.

"You sound delightful when you moan my love" he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Please" you whisper, needing more.

"What my love?, what do you want?" He knows exactly what you want, he just wants to hear you beg.

"Touch me" you say, closing your eyes as you sigh

"No no" he tuts, stroking your face

"Look at me"

You open your eyes and stare into his, his eyes blown wide with lust.

"Good girl" he says again and this time you don't bother trying to stifle the groan escaping from your throat.

" I bet you've soaked right through your panties haven't you, and I've hardly, even, touched, you" and with each word his hands inch lower into the waistband of your pants.

He runs a finger through your soaking folds, presses it to your clit.

It makes you squeal.

"Fuck hanni-

He smirkes at you, removing his fingers and instead gripping your wrist and leading you to his couch.

"Lie down" he states simply, and you do, bringing your lip between your teeth as hannibal loosens his tie.

He keeps his eyes on yours as he undresses, he can see its driving you mad as your chest heaves watching him.

"I've dreamt about how you'll taste on my tongue" his accent thick as he kneels between your legs.

Slowly, he removes your trousers, every touch of his fingers on your skin making your pussy throb.

When he's done he admires the view, a prominent wet patch visible in your panties.

You thrust your hips up slightly, indicating for him to hurry up and just touch you.

Hannibal leans down placing his hands on either side of your thighs, he brings his mouth to your clothed pussy, placing a far too soft kiss to your dripping, covered cunt.

You let out a frustrated moan, hannibal chuckles, finally hooking his fingers through your panties.

"May I?" He asks softly.

You nod

"Words, darling" he whispers

"Yes" you almost scream, and hannibal finally touches you where you needed him most.

His tongue teases the outside of your pussy before circling your clit slowly.

"Oh fuck" you moan, thrusting your hips into his mouth, hannibal removes one of his hands from your thigh, teasing your entrance with his finger.

His tongue presses flat against your clit as he pushes a finger inside you, he curls his finger, reaching that spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

"Oh my god hanni" you breathe, hannibal removes his mouth from your folds as he inserts another finger.

"I can feel you tightening around my fingers darling, are you going to Cum?" He asks, but he knows the answer. You close your eyes as you feel your orgasm approach

"Open your eyes and look at me sweetheart" he speaks so softly it makes your cunt clench harder.

"That's it, cum for me y/n, i got you, let go for me" he urges as your pussy clenches round his fingers and you see stars.

Your chest heaves as you try and catch your breath, but before you've had time to fully recover, hannibal places his cock at your dripping hole.

"Fuck me, please" you breathe, and that's all hannibal needs to hear before pushing his thick cock into your pussy.

"You feel incredible around my cock" he moans as he thrusts into you slowly.

Hannibal snakes his hand up your body, around your neck once more.

He applies a tiny bit of pressure as he fucks into you, your eyes roll back in pleasure and hannibal quickens his pace.

"Mm fuck" you moan

"Your squeezing my cock so good y/n" he praises as his hand continues squeezing your throat.

"Im gonna cum again hanni" you warn him, feeling a second orgasm approach.

"Cum with me" he groans, and it's the hottest thing you've ever heard, he's breathless, his skin glowing slightly from the activity.

"Hanni-" you choke out, his cock hitting your g spot with every thrust, he can feel your walls tightening around him.

"Cum for me y/n" he moans as his own orgasm washes over him, and with one last squeeze of his hand around your neck, you feel his cock tighten inside you, causing your brain to short circuit for a moment, you see stars once more as you cum on hannibals cock.

Hannibal pulls out slowly when you've caught your breath and recovered.

"That was-

"Incredible" he finishes for you.

"I should piss you off more often" you tease, he's lay next to you on the couch, his hands trailing softly over your stomach.

"Next time, maybe I'll choke on your cock" you add.

[thecapricunt1616]

Lily of the Valley - (c.b. oneshot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): “Yes, what is all this baby?” You asked, motioning to the roses. “Did I forget somethin? Our anniversary isn’t for another 2 months” you asked a bit nervously. Carmen wasn’t a stickler for dates, but it would break your heart if you were to forget something important. “No- no. I just…just love you- I wanted to show you, and especially after this week I know I’ve been crazy busy, and I’ve been comin’ in late and leavin’ early, and…I just wanted to show my best girl how much she means t’me” he kissed your forehead sweetly and you felt a blush creeping to your cheeks. 

O/S INSPO:  Lily of the Valley Soothing, calming, draws peace and tranquility, and repels negativity. Assists in empowering happiness and mental powers. Married couples should plant Lily of the Valley in their first garden to promote longevity of the marriage.  POSTED DATE:03/30/2024 W/C: 4,114

A/N: FINALLY!!!! I am so sorry this took forever! This O/S is based on this adorable request from the LOML @daysofyellowroses - please check out her blog! I hope this satisfies your Carmy Proposing idea! I'm sorry it took so long i've been sick, but we’re back baby!!! Requests are opennnn y'all!

WARNINGS FOR BTC: Smut, Swearing, NO USE OF Y/N - As little physical description as possible, fluffy Carmen, OC Carmy - (He's more emotionally grown obvi hahah)

You pushed the heavy, bulging tote bags full of groceries up your arm as you walked back to Your&Carmy’s shared Condo Building. The wildflower seeds you’d thrown on the little patches of grass on your walks to the train, along the sidewalk on your block had finally started to bloom. Adorable tiny little flowers in vibrant shades of blue, pink, purple, yellow, and white peeking out over the sidewalk's edge. 

Spring had most definitely sprung in Chicago by this point. Your commute whilst walking to work down Michigan Ave, passing the stunning array of tulips, had told you that fiercely every time you walked to and from the train this week on the way to work. It was finally Friday, and you couldn’t be happier. 

Carmen had been so busy this week- busier than normal. You’d usually just hang out with your best friends to fill that pathetic, lonely void while grading papers and doing your own assignments- but they were busy this week too! You were convinced the universe had bound you to loneliness this week, so naturally, all you wanted to do was get home, crawl into bed, and sleep- until Carmy came in around 2 to 3 am, and get that savored 15 minutes of cuddles after his shower, before exhaustion came over you again and you fell back asleep. 

You used your special key fob to get in the door of your condo’s shared building, which to your standards was very luxurious- it included amenities you’d never even thought of. You and Carmy had moved in together 3 months ago, it took a lot of convincing on your end. You and Carmy had lived on opposite ends of town, so every time you’d see eachother, (which was very often) -  it would be an hour's drive that he insisted- or, him losing the battle- and allowing you to take the train back all those stops. 

You weren’t particularly religious,  it was more just a personal preference - that you would be at least engaged before you were to move in together. Especially before having a mortgage together. You’d told Carmy this, and he’d given you the same answer each time over the last two years he’d been begging - “Baby we know we’re in love, you know we’re eachothers forever person - we tell eachother every day! We’ve been together 3 years, Let me take care of you” 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be taken care of- it’s just…you liked working. You loved your job, you’d went to school and earned a masters degree for Christ sake, and were currently working on your PHD. You couldn’t ever see yourself giving that up, and moving in with a boyfriend and him insisting on paying all the bills made you fear you’d fall pregnant, and then your professional life would be over. 

But, Carmen had insisted to you he wasn’t interested in children unless you were. You were sure at one point you never wanted them, but you were becoming more afraid, because seeing as amazing an uncle Carmen was, how naturally kind and understanding he was of children- it brought out something in you. It was so sudden that you could imagine turning your shared library / art studio into a nursery during slow time at work. 

You walked down the hall, in no rush to be home. The only presence waiting being your cat, Truffle, Carmy had insisted on the name due to his deep black fur. 

You approached the door, confused as to why you were hearing…music? From your apartment? You shook the hope of Carmy being home this early away, not wanting to be dissapointed. The neighbors downstairs must be blasting that same kind of jazz instrumental Carmy listens to so loud that you heard it through the floor. 

You unlock the door, and sure enough the music playing softly through the condo gets a tad louder but the first thing to catch your eye was the white and pink rose petals making a trail to the kitchen. You heard Carmy humming lightly, the sound of chopping on the cutting board. 

“Bear?” You quickly nudge the door shut with your hip, not even bothering to take your shoes off and rushing down the hall into the kitchen. Sitting atop the breakfast bar, was a vase packed with beautiful pink and white roses. 

He looks up from the cutting board “My favorite girl” he stops what he was doing immediately coming and taking the bags from your shoulders, setting them down before greeting you with a sweet kiss. He cupped your cheeks gently, pulling you in to him so you were flush together with his other hand.  

“You used our card f’that right?” He asked softly when he pulled away. You roll your eyes a bit, he had insisted you get a shared credit card, and that you purchase everything with it- and at the end of the month, he will show you the statement, and only pay a quarter of the total, just another one of the ways he assured every financial burden of yours was eased significantly. 

“Yes, what is all this baby?” You asked, motioning to the roses. “Did I forget somethin? Our anniversary isn’t for another 2 months” you asked a bit nervously. Carmen wasn’t a stickler for dates, but it would break your heart if you were to forget something important. 

“No- no. I just…just love you- I wanted to show you, and especially after this week I know I’ve been crazy busy, and I’ve been comin’ in late and leavin’ early, and…I just wanted to show my best girl how much she means t’me” he kissed your forehead sweetly and you felt a blush creeping to your cheeks. 

“That’s so sweet Bear. Thank you I love you, this is…no one’s ever done this- oh my god- are those balloons?” You giggled, seeing heart shaped foil balloons tied to your chair at the table and he smiled proudly. 

“Mmhmm, the lady at the flower place said that - we can talk about it later. You wanna cook w’me? You can just watch if you want?” He asked, gently brushing his fingers through your hair. 

“I never turn down a lesson from the best, let me go get changed real quick” you headed toward the bedroom and he stopped you by your hand pulling you back into his chest, kissing your neck with wet open mouth kisses earning a giggle that you couldn’t contain. 

“Mmm- don’t go in there right now, it’s for later. I already got your pajamas right here” he said going over to the couch and grabbing your favorite pair of sweatpants and his old ‘the beef’ tshirt that to you was the most comfortable thing in the world, especially when he wore it to bed for a few nights before giving it back. 

“For later huh?” You muse, taking off your heeled booties and unbuttoning your slacks before peeling them off and trading them for your soft fuzzy grey sweatpants. 

“Mmhmm” he hummed in response and took your pants for you and your blouse and bra as well, bringing them to the laundry room as you put the shirt on and got your hair situated into a bun. 

“What are we cooking today, chef?” You asked, heading over to the kitchen to see there were little bowls of vegetables that have been precut and you gasp happily. “Stop- are we really?” You giggled. 

“I told you that it’s easy baby but you hate eggplant so ratatouille isn’t gonna be something you’re a big fan of” he chuckled. You had watched the movie with him, and told him that the ratatouille dish looked insanely delicious and that you wanted him to make it for you, but he told you your aversion to eggplant would probably turn you off the dish. 

“But there isn’t eggplant” you said looking over the dishes filled with various vegetables. 

“That’s right, this is princess ratatouille. I’ve been figurin’ out different vegetables w’Syd that would work for it, we finally got it right. We have zucchini and a few different squashes, and we have onion and garlic, tomato, bell pepper, everything you like. I think you’ll love it baby.” He said rubbing your back gently. 

“Of course I’m gonna love it bear, I love everything we make together you have the magic touch. So what’s my job?” You asked eagerly. 

“You my special sous chef, are gonna help put the veggies in and I’m gonna do the sauce” He kissed your temple gently. 

“Ok! Let me get my apron” You said, happily turning to the drawer you kept your aprons in.

“Wait-” he said, holding your arm. You look back at him and he looked…nervous.”Is…something wrong?” You questioned, brows furrowed slightly in concern.

“No- no I um….i got you a new one” he said sheepishly, walking over to the island and opening up the cupboard beneath you never used. 

“Oh- ok..Leveling up are we?” You joked, happily leaning against the counter. 

“Jesus-” he chuckled, “Close y’r fuckin eyes- carnival psychic” he teases and you laughed, obliging and closing your eyes.

“Carnival psychic?” you asked and he came over gently putting bundle of fabric in your awaiting hands.

“I swear t’god- you went snoopin’? Open your eyes” he said. You opened your eyes, looking into your hands and seeing an apron. It was white, just like his, and folded perfectly. In thick black letters, intricately painted, ‘ Will You Marry Me? ‘ Adorned with a little red heart over the center pocket that had a square shaped bump.

You felt all of the blood leave your face, your knees feeling wobbly, your mouth gaping in to an O shape, as you stare down at the apron. “Where did you get this?” you whispered, completely awestruck. 

“I-I…um…made it?” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I- shit. Fuck- is this not how you pictured it? I’m so fuckin sorry babe- I-I thought…I dunno- like.. You wanted it private? Cause I know you said you’d never-” he’s interrupted by your lips crashing on his in a fervent wanting kiss, a mix of spit and teeth and lips and tongues, he moans softly into your mouth, squeezing your waist.

You were pressed together so firmly that the small box dug into your ribs, eventually pulling away from him with shaking hands and reaching into the pocket, pulling out the small black velvet box. You ever so carefully opened it, your breath catching in your throat when you saw the absolutely breathtaking ring.

“I-it’s not uh..not a diamond- cause I know you said-” you interrupt him

“Princesses and Queens don’t wear diamonds, they wear crystals” you finished, staring at the beautifully cut opal, at least 8 carats, banded by a intricate edwardian band… nothing short of a ring for a Goddess.

“But..But- this one…it does- it has both…because uh” he swallows thickly. “It…in my mind- when I s-saw it, it represented your soul, and your physical body.. And I liked that. Cause- y’re my diamond, but you’re also my queen, my everything, baby. Like how - how you said that…you wished your aura was opal? It is. It is, angel. And every time you look at that, I want you to remember that you’re beautiful from your diamond exterior, to your opal soul” he brushed his finger over the ring, before meeting your gaze once again.

He gently wiped the tears that were running down your cheeks freely, hot and wet and open. It was rare that Carmy genuinely used his words rather then his actions to express his love for you, so you were nothing short of savoring this. “Holy fucking shit” you laughed, shaking your head and looking down at the ring box. “Put it on my hand” you held your left hand out. 

He chuckled a bit, “so… yes? You will?” he asked carefully, pulling the ring out of the box.

“Are you kidding, YES! Put this ring on my finger and fuck me dumb- this is all i’ve ever wanted, Bear, I fucking love you- and youre asking if I want you to be my husband?! I’ve wanted nothing more for two years- at least!” you shake your left hand for emphasis, a wide large grin on your face.

He carefully slid the ring over your manicured finger, and it just made you cry more how it fit perfectly. “How do you know my size?!” you asked, since most of the vintage rings he'd bought you were adjustable so it didn't matter the size of the rings he’d gotten for you before.

He chuckled a bit, “so- y’re ring…y’know the one…y’thought you lost it at Chipotle like…ahhh- 8 months ago now? In the bathroom? Y’took it off at the table, you wore it on your ring finger so I had to take my chance. You kept sayin how it was like- the only ring you’d found that fit without takin’ it to the jewler. So uh” he dug in his jeans pocket, placing your beloved vintage ring with your starsign on it in your palm.

“I got that ring, based on the size. I got it uhhh…sorry dont be offended- it’s not new… I got it at an estate sale of this lady- it was crazy- the way I came across it babe… like fate. It was when Syd and I went to New York for that interview, she literally dragged me to this sale cause she said the lady who died was said to have a bunch of vintage fur and stuff she was looking f’somethin- anyway. We met the lady’s daughter- Stella? I think it was? Doesn’t matter… but she um..said her Ma was some crazy astrology nut, also said she only wore crystals. So I took a look… that was the first box I opened. And y’ring on my pinky, it fit perfect, so I tried it on- it fit like a glove. I’m glad we don't have to size it. Asked her if it was real, she said - her Ma told ‘er some…. Like life coach? Er- astrologer life coach author? Gave it to ‘er on a trip to Jamaica in the 60’s. Told ‘er ‘this ring will someday be worn on a hand proudly as a devotion of true love’- Miss- No! Madame ! Madame Stardust. Nutty name right?” he chuckled a bit. 

You smiled proudly at the ring, a devotion of true love indeed. “I think” you turned to the counter, stacking the bowls of vegetables together and putting them in the fridge as you friskily countered “you are not going in to work at all next week- wifes orders” you walked over to him, hips swaying. “And after you fuck me absolutely stupid” you grabbed his collar, pulling him in so your faces were meer inches apart “Oh- and we talk about how this mademe stardust? Confirms that our souls are indeed woven together like a fucking wicker basket” you kiss him roughly, weaving your fingers through his dirty blonde curls and tugging firmly. 

He moaned into your mouth, his hands trailing down and squeezing your ass firmly. You hummed in satisfaction, leaning against him and he stumbled back, back, back, pushing the bedroom door open with a squeak. You looked up, Breaking your kiss with wide eyes.

All throughout the bedroom, were printed photos of you and Carmy throughout the years, suspended with clear wire so it was as if the photos were floating midair. You clasp your hands over your mouth, admiring all the hard work and pure thought that had went into the gesture. You looked over all the photos, three years of memories hanging before you like a gallery of love surrounding you, all of your fondest happiest memories at every flicker of your eyes.

“Carmen” you whispered, walking forward and admiring each and every photograph…

He comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Y’know how you said no work next week…” he said softly, kissing up your neck with wet, sexy, open mouthed kisses. “We leave Sunday… F’Cyprus” He said hotly in your ear, his breath tickling your neck causing a moan to escape your lips as he gently lifts your shirt, palming your breast gently.

“Is- is that-” you breathe out

“We’re getting a tour of Aphrodites Baths” he said softly, rolling your taught nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ah- y-you remembered?” you gasped, he let out a soft deep chuckle, Kissing the corner of your mouth and gently laying you down upon the soft sheets of your shared bed. 

“I’d have proposed over a year ago- when I got the fuckin’ ring if i coulda gotten us the tour sooner” he muttered into your skin, tugging off your- (his) shirt, leaving supple, gentle kisses over your stomach and up your ribs.

“Mm- are we- can we swim?” I asked hopefully.

He  gently wipes your tears away, “No” he said a bit sadly, “We can dip our hands… some asshole ruined swimming for people years ago…before we met…but- we were also gonna Parga Greece, baby. We’re spending 2 days in Cyprus, then flying to Parga on a charter- we can swim, fuck, do whatever in those waters baby. Amidst the Goddess of the Underworld f’five whole days” he smirked and you gasped, as if he’d gotten you the moon on a string.

“The Acheron River?” you whisper and he nodded, gently rubbing his thumb over your lips.

“That is the sexiest thing i’ve ever heard in my life- you’re gonna make me cum in the 2nd most famous river of Hell?” you giggled and he snorts a laugh, pushing you on the bed gently.

“Fuck yeah, you little fuckin’ freak” he teased, tugging off your panties and sweatpants in one swift pull, leaving you soaked and bare before him.

You gasped at the rough action, quickly being soothed by soft, sweet kisses over your hipbones. 

“I fuckin smell y’kitten fuck” he growled, kissing the inner of your thigh in the way that made you creen. 

“Shit- good- right? If y’compared me to a seafood market i’d break your nose” you teased, hooking the crooks of your knees over his shoulders, shivering when he leaned in closer, his hot breath directly over your clit- his lapis blue eyes boring into yours.

“That question doesn’t deserve an answer” he grumbled hotly, spreading your folds with his fingers and admiring the wet, slick, mess in front of him. “S’fuckin pretty princess- fuckin’ prettiest pussy in the world” he nearly moaned, burrying his mouth where you needed him most, eyes fixed on yours.

You couldn’t even make a sound- a hot breathy gasp escaping your slack-jawed stance as your head flopped back on the mattress with a soft bounce. “Mmmmm shit” Carmy hummed, satisfied with your taste as if he was devouring his favorite dessert.

“F-Ffuuuckkk” you whimpered out pathetically, voice cracking and bleeding out between the fracture lines of your hot intense pleasure.

“Mmhmm-mmmhmmm” Carmy mumbled confidently against your now firm clit, tongue flicking over it at a mind-numbing pace, bringing you right to the edge and hanging you there by a single finger.

“Ahhhh-Ahhhh-Fuck!! Carmy! Oh- ohhhh!!!” You whined, spine pointing in an arch off the mattress, your hips and thighs quivering and shaking wildly as your orgasm crashed over you like hot lightning before you could even warn him, or know yourself it was so close.

“Goooood girl, thats it- mm- my good fuckin’ girl- Y’gonna be my fuckin’ wife baby? Mmm? Gonna be mine? F’rever?” He grumbled, placing a gentle kiss to your clit before placing gentle yet firm pressure over it with the pad of his tongue that made your hips buck with a mind of their own.

He chuckled slightly into your heat, the vibration causing you to whine pathetically. “Y-yes-yes-fuck i’mfuckinyoursBear-y’gonnamakemey’wife? Yeah? Gonna make me Mrs. fuckin Carmen Berzatto?” you slurred, pulling him into a messy wanting kiss, soughing at the flavor of your core coating his spit.

“Fuckin- spit in my fucking mouth- claim me” you groaned. He smiled against your lips, pulling away slightly, a thick hot string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“So fuckin dirty” he grumbled with a smirk “Open that filthy fucking mouth” he ordered, getting quiet for a moment as he gathered saliva in the front of his mouth.

You obeyed him immediately - your jaw going slack, tongue stuck out ever so slightly and eyes fluttered shut. Then- you felt it, hot, sweet, salty saliva coating your tongue, you groan at the flavor as it continues pooling over your tastebuds. “Do not fucking swallow yet- greedy girl” he tapped your chin firmly, before pulling your jaw open wider with Tthe pad of his thumb. 

“Stick out that pretty little tongue” he grumbled, you obeyed with a smile, opening wide as you could, sticking your tongue out far, showing off the creamy white saliva he’d dressed your tongue in, so much it was seeping down onto your chin, threatening to coat the front and back of your throat.

“Good girl- that's my good little kitten” he purred, “How d’you want me princess?” he gently collected the excess saliva from your chin on his thumb, sucking it off his digit hotly as he awaits your response while you swallow gratefully, the taste setting your soul ablaze.

“I want you to fucking claim me, Carmy, holy fuck- use me, worship me, fuck me like a goddamn animal- whatever you fucking want- please” you begged after you’d savored the taste while you swallowed, his sky blue eyes going dark as navy slacks with lust at the admission. 

“Yeah? Why not all three?” he pushed you down to the mattress by your throat, not hard enough to bruise- but hard enough for the breath to leave your lungs and your core to throb so hard you were clenching your thighs, trying to give any solace of pressure to your swollen aching clit.

“P-please” you stuttered, writhing against the mattress and he chuckled darkly. 

“Are we a little needy? Mmm princess?” he pushes your knees apart with his thigh, aiding the throbbing pressure with his strong fingers, rubbing firm, slow circles into the twitching bud that made your hips snap into the mattress and head fall back to the bed, eyes rolling back with a sharp gasp of pleasure. 

“Pl-please-” you gasp out, spine arching sharply as he replaced his fingers with his mouth on your clit, 2 fingers slipping inside of you with no resistance due to the fact your core was so soaked it was beginning to pool at the dip of your bum and soak the sheets. The squelching as he pumped into your g-spot mixed with your high-pitched moans and frisky growls was absolute sin.

He opens his jaw wider, tonguing your entrance wildly and nuzzling his strong nose against your clit in broad strokes, randomly flicking back and forth quickly making you squeal in pleasure as you grind against his mouth, fully out of control of your movements as if you were a puppet on a string.

“H-Hooooo-i’m cumming- oh- don’t you dare fucking stop Carmen” you growled, grabbing his curls and pullinghim further into your core. “I’m cumming- i’mcumming-holy-holyfuck-imfuuuckiing-AAAH!” your thighs and hips shake and quiver, stars of ethereal white filling your vision.

“Mmhmmm” he grumbled, coming up and sucking your nipple with his slick lips, his chin and nose soaked with your arousal, so much so his chin dripped onto your ribs. 

“H-Oh-yes Bear” you whined out, head tilting to meet his gaze. “I need you- I-I need you inside- like- fuck- when you- you have my knees around your hips and y-you fuckin’- just drill me Carmy- I need that- need you deep” You reverberated wantingly, wrapping your thighs around his waist taughtly, making it easier for him to take you exactly how you wanted.

“Jesus Christ- I can’t fuckin’ stand y’baby. Y’re like a fuckin’ drug- it’s like I fuckin’ function unless I’ve had a hit” he nibbed your collarbone, quickly removing his jeans and boxers, aligning himself with your entrance.

You gave him a mischievous smile, inching your hips forward. “C’mon- I don’t give a fuck ‘bout cooking right now- fuck me absolutely dumb- then take me to Sam’s f’r chocolate chip pancakes- sure that waitress will be over the moon bout my ring” you mused, capturing our lips together, as he scoops up your shoulders and holds you chest to chest, your third of many orgasms that night building throughout every muscle.

It was going to be a long night….

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: thor au, mingyu has superhuman strength (he's literally a god so), mingyu's kinda a dick, re-imagined plot of the first thor movie for fanfic purposes, mentions of movie characters, afab reader, smut, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2203

a/n: thor was my favorite marvel movie growing up so i loved doing this!!! tysm to the person who requested this and im soooo sorry it took me so long T-T also i havent watched the movies in forever so im so sorry for inaccuracies </3

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mingyu wasnt too sure where he was.

just moments ago he had been fighting with his younger brother, loki, scolding him over yet another mischievous act, but now he was in the middle of nowhere. well, at least that was going off of his surroundings. in the distance, he could see various signs detailing the foreign words 'new mexico'.

he had just been wandering aimlessly around the desert, not paying too much attention to his surroundings as he tried to make sense of where he was. that was until his entire body was pushed forward by a massive object, making him lose most of his ability to process what just had happened. he was only slightly lucid as he laid limp on the ground, barely processing the girl looking down on him, completely freaked out at having just ran over a man in the middle of nowhere. without putting much of a fight, he allowed you and your friend to struggle your way as you dragged him into the back of your van, probably not wanting to leave any evidence that you'd almost committed homicide.

unfortunately for you both, he passed out quickly after that, not allowing you to confirm any information about him, nor giving you a chance to stumble your way through an apology for almost killing him.

seeing as you almost cost him his life, you decided to bring him to your laboratory, where you would let him rest until he was conscious enough for you to find a way to make it up to him. your friend darcy left you on your own, claiming it wasn't much of her problem since you had been the one driving when you crashed into him.

as you waited for him to wake up, you wondered how and why he had survived your van crashing into him. i mean, he didn't sustain any injuries, simply passing out from the impact. he had even left damage on the van itself upon the crash. looking at him, you realized he was very fit, with muscles bulging from the strange armor he had on. you hadn't questioned any of this until now, being mostly freaked out by almost killing him, but it was all now making you wonder the logistics of the situation.

you didn't have too much time to think, as he began to stir, groaning a bit before actually waking up. he jumped in place upon realizing he was in unfamiliar surroundings, staring at you with wide eyes as he backed away a bit.

"hey-"

"you! who are you? where am i?"

"listen, you might be a bit disoriented after the accident, you're in-"

"new mexico? right? i saw a sign earlier today."

"yeah, it's-"

"okay, but where is new mexico? i need to get back to asgard. how can i manage that?"

"asgard? listen, you must be going through a psychic episode, just let me-"

"stay away! i demand you tell me where i am!"

jesus christ, this man was stubborn. not once sentence could leave your lips before he was making demands. he didn't even give you a chance to apologize either. you weren't sure what he meant by his blabbering, which was still going on by now. asgard? was he hallucinating about norse mythology? had you rendered this man insane?

"we're in new mexico! right by texas? are you okay? you seem kind of disoriented. i'm so sorry about what happened, i-"

"my armor! you damaged it with your machine!", he finally looked down at the scratches and missing bits of his armor, eyes widening once more.

he got up from his spot, marching around your laboratory and grabbing at things with curiosity. he eventually came across your globe, reading out the label before gasping loudly.

"earth?! loki told me of this place. that means you're a human," he was mostly speaking to himself before turning to finally direct himself at you, "human. i am mingyu, the god of thunder. you must help me get back to asgard. can you do that?"

you were speechless throughout his entire ransacking of your lab, but even more so now. was this an insane man you were with in the middle of the desert? you had brought him to your secluded lab out of remorse for what you'd done, but now you were alone in the middle of the night with a maniac. a very strong one at that.

"don't look at me like that," he interrupted your thoughts, "i know im not the god your people typically serve, but i still demand your help. you did hit me, after all."

that broke you out of your spell, your niceness peaking out again, "i'm sorry! i-"

"great! so now you're indebted to me," he clapped his hands together, "how shall we begin?"

okay, there was no way you were helping this maniac with his senseless plan, but you needed to think of a sensible way to tell him to fuck off.

"you're mingyu? the god of thunder? why are you reciting norse mythology to me? i cant get you back to asgard. it doesnt exist," okay, not subtle, but it was a start.

"listen, human. your kind would not understand the depth behind my people. you don't believe me? i'll show you."

and with that, he raised his arm, erected and facing to his side as he stared at you directly into your eyes. he stayed like this for a minute before you chose to question him, only to be shushed by him once more, "just give it a minute, human."

it was about three minutes when suddenly a hammer came crashing through the wall, destroying everything in its way in order to arrive to mingyu's hand.

next thing you knew, you were hiding under your table, utterly terrified at whatever the fuck was happening. was he really the mingyu? but those were all a child's tale, were they not? did you truly have a god standing before you, trying to convince you to come out from hiding?

"human, i- im sorry. i shouldve warned you. come out, please? i'll even forgive you for crashing into me. i just need some help," he sounded so defeated, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him, deciding to come out from hiding as long as he put his hammer down, something to which he agreed to with no hesitation.

"o-okay, mingyu. are you- you're real? shit, okay, never mind. you clearly are. but how can i help you? i'm not a god, h-how am i supposed to help you go back home?"

"there's always a way, human. we just need to find an opening. you see ..." he proceeded to explain his entire plan to you, sounding way more intelligent than he had shown himself to be throughout every interaction you'd had with him so far. he was also standing. very. close. it was hard to pay attention when the damage of his suit allowed you such a perfect view at his gigantic muscles. but you needed to focus! you owed it to him to at least try to help him.

the plan had been settled soon after that, agreeing that tomorrow you'd use your 'machine' (re: car) to drive him to a specific spot in which he'd be able to gather enough energy to summon lightning from the sky, which would render him powerful enough to communicate with gandall, who would take him back to asgard. it was too much for the regular person to process, but luckily for him, the person who almost ran him over was a scientist who was very well read on norse mythology.

after that, you had told him he could hit a shower, located in the habitable part of the lab in which you'd stay at sometimes. you let him know you two should also catch some sleep before tomorrow. you offered up your bed, claiming you'd take the couch since you'd caused him all this trouble anyway. he agreed with no argument, making you frown a little at his lack of gallantry.

he came out of the shower soon after, all while you sat on the couch occupied by a book. you heard his arrival, but didn't pay him much mind until doing a double take on him, realizing he was stark naked, with every glorious inch of skin in full display.

"jesus christ! what the hell are you doing?!", you covered your face with your book, extremely flustered at the sight. how was he so bi-

"what? is there no nudity on earth?", he sat on the couch, way too close to you.

"yes! but not like this! you're supposed to warn me beforehand. i-"

"why won't you look at me, human? uncover your face at once."

you weren't sure why, but you followed his direction, removing the book from your face but keeping your eyes closed.

"eyes open too."

you opened them, looking up as to avoid staring at his nether area. although you weren't looking at him, you could tell he had moved to sit even closer, making you anxious about what he'd do next.

"look at me."

you looked down to find him staring directly at you, face at only a few inches from yours. you couldn't help it when your eyes lowered to his lips, noticing him mirror your actions.

"this?" he whispered, "this is what you want?"

it was an ominous and unclear statement, but you still found yourself nodding, too full of a sudden surge of lust to think properly.

he attacked you with his lips, using full force immediately upon kissing you. he was very intense with his movements, almost immediately pinning you down on the couch, an easy feat for a god with his superhuman strength.

you couldn't help how wet you grew almost immediately, having taken a peak at his massive length when he had first approached you on the couch. was he going to put that in you? you were kinda terrified, but also giddy to feel the insane stretch he was about to give you.

you kept keening against him, softly moaning into his lips as he ground his hips against your own, making him groan in return.

"gods, human. you're so fragile ... so delicate. i'm gonna- gonna break you," it sounded like dirty talk, but there was some genuine concert laced in his tone.

"do it! please ... please fuck me," all dignity had left you the moment you saw him in all his naked glory, so any begging was fair game to you by now.

he chuckled, "yeah? pretty princess wants me to fuck her? think you can take it?", he was quite literally dangling his dick in front of your eyes, hands ripping your shorts out of the way as you gasped at the act.

"sorry, princess," he coo'd condescendingly, "they were getting in my way."

he didnt bother to check whether you were wet enough or not before plunging into you, but you had fortunately been dripping for him by then. still, his massive size had you writhing under him, screaming his name to anyone who could hear you from your secluded location.

"oh? now you pray my name? fuck, beautiful human. didn't know humans could be so pretty ..." he was growing delirious at the tightness of your cunt, combined with your much smaller frame. all women in asgard were as big and built as him. this was his first time experiencing anything like this, and it had him rethinking his return to asgard.

'g-gyu ... shit. i'm gonna cum, please!'

he folded you like a pretzel, not caring to conceal his inhuman strength as he pounded madly into you, feeding off your gasps and squeals. you were making him see valhalla.

"pretty princess ... cum for me. let me have yours and i'll give you mine- shit! gonna breed you. gonna come back here and take care of you every time im lonely. g-gonna keep you all to myself. my pretty secret on earth."

the idea of mingyu popping by to fuck you whenever the literal heaven that was asgard became too boring for him had you keening, now grateful you had ran him over as your orgasm attacked you unexpectedly.

you had never felt such a high, almost feeling like you had astral-projected into heaven. mingyu seemed to be in a similar situation, groaning against your mouth as he filled you up with his endless seed. seemed like he was well-endowed in all areas, being a god and all.

"fuck ... thank you for that, human," he thanked you as he got up, at least having the courtesy of helping you clean up, "now i feel kinda bad about leaving."

"then dont," you werent sure why you said that. maybe the high of your orgasm.

"yeah?", he smirked, nearing you once again, "convince me," you noticed his hardness was already back, at a literally inhuman speed.

you weren't sure how you were meant to take him again with no rest in between, but you were willing to take the challenge. you'd worry about how to get the god back to his home tomorrow. for now, you were going to enjoy him while you had him.

a/n: before anyone comes for me, I KNOW this isnt very inaccurate for thor (ive watched the movies too many times) but i wanted to write a short smutty blurb and not go off with too many words so this is what we ended up with

[aothotties]

Hiiii how are you? Can I request for a actor Levi 🥺please

I cannot tell you how much I love you for sending this prompt in. It’s been racking my brain for weeks. I’m so so sorry it took me forever to complete this. I hope you enjoy it 🩷.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, unprotected sex, Actor!Levi is in his late 30s & reader is like 24-25, light choking, overstimulation,

“So Y/N, what’s something you think would shock the public about Levi?” The lively reporter asks.

You sit and pretend to think about an answer, ignoring the man’s eyes eyeing you up and down.

“Answer wisely darling.” He says to you half-jokingly and throws an arm around your chair.

You and the reporter both share a laugh in response to his comment before you answer.

“Don’t let the stern face fool you, he’s a sweetheart. At least when he wants to be.” You look over at him with a slight smile and he nods in approval.

~~~~~~

After multiple interviews, a photoshoot, and dinner with your cast mates the day has finally come to an end.

You step off the elevator and begin your journey to your hotel room. You slide the keycard into the proper slot and enter the dimly lit room.

“What took you so long woman?” You smile at the voice behind the question as you drop your bag.

“Unlike you Mr. Nice Guy, I stayed for dessert with the cast and socialized. I see your age is getting to you, old man. You can’t stay out past 9:30?” You kick off the annoying heels and fall onto the duvet.

“That’s funny, I see why you’re in a lot of comedies now.” He smirks and you playfully roll your eyes with a low hum.

“Did you come in here to fuck me, or did you come in here to make fun of me?” You turn on your side to face him, he reaches a handout and strokes your cheek.

“Can’t I do both?”

~~~~~

And trust and believe he has you feeling the best of both worlds.

Your body is covered in a thin layer of sweat and begins to tremble with each thrust into your warm cunt.

He’s got you flat on your stomach with your plush thighs squeezed together. He grabs your plump, brown ass in his hands and admires how your walls grip his cock.

“A-ah fuck Levi!” You whimper as your shaky fingers grip the sheets beneath you.

He smirks and shakes his head, pulling his thick cock out halfway.

“That’s not how you address your elders, especially not old men, right?” He gently bites down on your ear and you groan at the fading orgasm.

“N-no, sir. I’m sorry p-please fuck me.” You lift your head and lock eyes with him.

His dick twitches at the desperation in your face. Your sweet brown eyes are struggling to stay open with each thrust and those pretty brown lips just begging to be kissed.

A large hand wraps around your throat and he attaches your lips in a messy kiss. His hips pick up speed and your moans pick up volume.

You moan into his mouth and squeeze your eyes shut as he rips another orgasm from you. You can feel your sticky arousal pool in between your thighs, more of your slick leaves your body as he fucks your sweet spot.

He releases your throat from his grasp and his hands find their way into your hair instead. He grips your curls and grins at the look on your face.

“Tell me how good this old man makes you feel.” He kisses your face gently and you mewl at the change of pace.

“F-feels so good sir. S-so fucking good.” You reach behind you and pull him in for another kiss.

Levi can feel his orgasm approaching when you return the gesture and grip his hair. He groans against your lips and fucks his sensitive cock into your warm pussy a few more times before he pulls out and releases his seed on your lower back.

“Jesus Christ.” He breathes out, you can practically hear the exhaustion in his voice.

“I'm so sleepy.” Your eyes flutter shut but quickly open at the feeling of a cold cloth on your back.

“Levi!” You exclaim in shock, reaching around to smack his arm.

He chuckles and avoids your throw, continuing to wipe the mess off of your back.

“You know we always shower after sex, don’t change the rules because I made you come really hard.” He stands up and walks into the bathroom to start the shower.

“I should’ve told everybody that you’re an impatient old man!” You successfully roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling.

“And I’ll tell everyone you like to fuck that old man every single night.” He leans on the door with his arms crossed, you raise an eyebrow and chuckle.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You stand up and walk over to where he’s standing.

“Try me, woman”

Ari

[lilacliquors]

kinktober day two: edging

pairing: matt murdock x reader

word count: 737

notes: here's day two! sorry it's much later, i had one hell of a day lmao

his wrists were cuffed to your headboard, and his fingers flexed involuntarily. you’d been at this for what felt like hours now, and he was teetering just on the edge of orgasm, just the way you liked to see him. he worked hard all week, at both jobs, and he just needed a chance to unwind and let someone else take the reins. that was where you came in. you’d been together for years at this point, and no one knew him the way you did, not even foggy. and that was evident in the way he came to you one afternoon, asking for you to simply let his mind drift off as you took control over his pleasure. you were unsure of it at first, your movements uncertain, but now, you had a rhythm that worked for you both.

he could only hear you, the way your heart beat in your chest, your soft breaths, the chuckles that left your lips every time his hips bucked into the air, desperate for any kind of friction. yet your touch was just out of reach for him. you relished in the huffs and soft whines that left him each time you held back or pulled away. if the goal was for him to take a back seat, you would do well to remind him of that.

“tsk tsk, so impatient,” you cooed, your hand merely ghosting over his aching cock. he groaned, his head falling back onto the pillows, then he allowed himself a small smile.

“can’t help it,” he muttered. “you know what you do to me.”

“mhm, i do. that’s what makes this fun,” you said, grinning. god, you just couldn’t get enough of him, which is why you finally wrapped your hand around his shaft, giving it a teasing squeeze.

his breath hitched, his fingers flexed again, and he fought to keep his hips on the bed. he was determined to listen, to be the good pet he knew he could be. and it got harder the longer you continued to lazily stroke him, the nails on your free hand gently running over his thigh. you heard him suck in air through clenched teeth, and you leaned up to kiss his forehead.

“you doing okay?” you whispered against his skin.

“yeah, yeah, i’m doing okay,” he reassured you, and you leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“that’s my good boy,” you murmured, and you swore you felt him shiver. he was a sucker for praise, always had been. you continued to stroke him slowly, watching the way his muscles tensed each time he got a bit closer to that sweet release. and each time, you would deny him, just to hear those breathless sounds leave his lips. if you could keep him like that forever, you would. but you were benevolent, and he’d been so good for you, despite a few hiccups along the way. so, to reward him, you swiped your thumb across his leaking tip, then began to pump your hand along his cock. you heard him hiss, his skin sensitive all over, and you leaned down to pepper kisses along his neck and collarbone. you glancing down to see the muscles of his chest grow taut, one of his tells, and you hummed your approval.

“shit … god, baby, let me cum, please,” he begged, his voice a ragged whisper.

“mm, love it when you beg me. you’ve been so good for me, you know? and good boys get to cum. go on, cum for me,” you whispered in his ear.

you let him buck his hips up, gaining that extra bit of friction against your hand. he let out a gasp, then a groan, as ropes of white shot onto his stomach. he was panting as his body calmed down, and you ran your fingers through his hair after releasing his wrists from the cuffs. he immediately curled into you, and you kissed his forehead as he relaxed.

“christ, that felt good,” he said, nuzzling closer to you.

“yeah? good, i’m glad. here, let me go get a washcloth so we can get you cleaned up,” you said, but he wrapped an arm around you, keeping you in place.

“no no, let’s just … stay like this a while,” he said, and you smiled, settling into his embrace. 

“we can do that. anything for my good boy.”

[justaticklishdeer]

Tickles from a Deer Friend

hihi! It's my fic y'all have been waiting on, get your food 4.8k words, Jesus Christ. Super proud of this one! took absolutely forever, sorry about that aims for applemedia kinda vibe because i can /silly Tw/cw:tickling, restraints, tickles can be intense in places. fluffy stuffs It was a relatively quiet day in the hotel. Most of the residents were out running errands, or just out to hang out with each other. Alastor had stayed to organize and clean his radio tower. He picks up some radio equipment, crossing the room to place it in a storage supply cupboard. Adjusting dials, cleaning up and adjusting plants, and making sure all his microphone things were okay and ready to run when needed. Alastor’s coat and heeled boots were off and nearly placed on a chair. With all the hotel residents out and about, there wasn’t any reason to have to look composed in front of somebody.

The deer paces around his tower, before sitting down and beginning to meticulously clean his microphone staff. He was bored. Sure, going out in public and being able to evoke fear in ‘fellow’ sinners was mildly entertaining. Hunting them down and being able to quite literally scare them out of their mind? Even better. But, today was just one of those days where Alastor didn’t feel the need to scare anyone. He finishes cleaning his staff, then goes down to the lobby. It was odd seeing everyone gone. Husker and Angel had gone to a bar together, Charlie and Vaggie were out doing some romantic stuff on a date, Niffty was nowhere to be seen. Alastor sits on the couch, reading one of his books. 

He felt a shift in signals–like something was messing with the radio waves. Alastor’s ears flick a couple times, and he tries to shake the feeling. Alastor stands up after a moment with a hiss of irritation. He turns around and sees Vox. Seriously?

‘Vox. A…pleasure for you to be here,’ Alastor says, sarcasm evident. ‘Have you come to tickle the ever loving daylights out of me yet again?’ The television overlord shakes his head. ‘No, surprisingly. Just came to say hello.’ Vox sits down, looking around. The hotel was nicely done after the battle with the angels–with Lucifer’s assistance in rebuilding, it was extremely well done. New curtains, a beautiful exterior, new lights, everything. Vox was so zoned out he didn’t even realize Alastor was staring at him. 

‘Are you done musing over the hotel?’ Alastor deadpans. Vox snaps out of it and nods. He then notices Alastor didn’t have his coat or boots on. ‘Wait, when did you–’ 

‘Don’t mention anything or else I will gladly tear your body up,’ Alastor hisses, sitting back down to read. Vox simply watched the deer read. Infatuated with him. ‘Did you ask about the tickles because you want them–?’ Vox asks, shifting slightly. He chuckled at seeing Alastor’s ears flick with both annoyance and flusteredness. ‘No, I don’t want them. Well, not at the moment. I have better things to do than laugh my head off.’ 

‘Fair enough,’ Vox hums. He could see Alastor’s ears still flicking. ‘Is my television waves messing with your radio ones or something?’ ‘Yes,’ Alastor’s voice came out in an irritated hiss. His ears flick again, as if to prove a point. His radio filter dropped for a second as he said, ‘It’s mildly irritating, if I do say so myself.’ Vox nods in understanding. He couldn’t exactly stop the interference. ‘But, the duck loving freak is worse. His royal shortness enjoys being a prick to me. Although, it’s entertaining to rile him up,’ Alastor says, his smile widening at the thought of irritating the King. 

‘Wait, Lucifer?’ Vox looks over, bewildered. Alastor actually had the nerve to toy with the King? The most powerful being in hell? Although, the fallen angel didn’t seem all too intimidating. Ducks as the main obsession was a bit…less intimidating for an all powerful seraphim. Of course, seeing how he had defeated Adam with no struggle or hardships was quite a feat. Alastor was busy giggling like a madman at the mere thought of being able to tick off Lucifer.

‘Okay–points aside. He’s just annoying,’ Alastor chuckles after composing himself. The deer goes back to reading. Vox still looked a bit surprised at the fact that Alastor enjoyed it. He supposed it was better than murdering sinners and Overlords, though. The television demon shakes his head slightly, fiddling with his claws, growing bored. He wanted to do something, but the question was what. Alastor didn’t want to be tickled at the moment, and he would respect that. He may be an obsessive, sadistic ler but he wasn’t so lowly as to disrespect Alastor’s boundaries.

Alastor flips a page, eyes scanning over the page as he reads. He had started to slowly tune out Vox’s presence. The deer’s ears would occasionally flick to show emotions during his reading. It was nice having some peace and quiet in the hotel for once. Alastor chuckled, remembering being scolded by Charlie on multiple occasions for fighting with Lucifer. It was too amusing, too fun, too..exciting to be able to rile Lucifer up so easily. It was as simple as pointing out he was short or even calling a duck ‘stupid.’ Amusing indeed. 

‘You know, I feel like you’re in one of those moods.’ 

Vox looked up, a bit confused as to what Alastor meant. Then he realized. ‘I’m not in…that..mood.’ Alastor grins. ‘I can see it in your posture. Your eyes. You’re just begging to be tickled, aren’t you? You want to be absolutely wrecked, having me make you laugh yourself silly. You want me to tickle you until you’re begging, don’t you? Poor thing…’ 

Vox blinks, speechless at whatever the heck Alastor just said. ‘Th-that’s not–I don’t–I want–’ Alastor’s smile gets wider at the flustered response. He adjusts himself, which makes Vox jump back. The poor demon was already wanting to be tickled, and for some reason seeing a potential tickler being able to pounce at any second had Vox all twitchy and antsy. 

Alastor laughs softly. ‘You know you could just ask, right?” Vox nods, smiling shyly. ‘I don’t think it’s worth it and all that, too nervous and I can’t even say the word-’ 

‘Tickle. Ticklish. Tickling-’ Alastor laughs harder as Vox gets more flustered. He grabs his book, sitting back down and sipping coffee nonchalantly. Vox tilts his head, slightly confused. Alastor lets one of his shadowy tendrils drag slowly up Vox’s sides, and the television flinches at the touch. ‘A-Alahastor–’ 

‘Hm? I don’t believe I’m touching you at all,’ Alastor days innocently, the tendril wiggling right above his hip. Vox snickers softly, trying to push the tendril away. ‘Gehehehet thahat awahay–!’ The television demon tries to squirm. Alastor chuckles, making the tendril try to wriggle underneath Vox’s coat, going against his sides. “I h–hahate yohou!’ he snorts, thrashing to the side. Vox grabs at the stupid thing, to no avail.

Alastor chuckles out, ‘I bet you’d prefer my claws, wouldn’t you? You poor, obsessed little thing…’ He gets up, straddling over Vox’s legs. He laughs at the blush that overcomes Vox's screen. He makes his shadowy tendril tweak at the antenna on Vox’s head, making the demon squeak. ‘Fu–uhuck! Don’t-’ His voice glitched out for a split second. The deer has the tendril disappear, and switches to skittering his claws up and down Vox’s sides. Vox instantly jolts back, giggling as he grabs Alastor’s wrists–of course, the deer did have a point with his earlier statement. He was far too obsessed and utterly infatuated with Alastor to stop him.

His claws dig into the couch after a minute, refusing to let himself shove Alastor off. ‘Plehehease–yohoure so mehean!’ 

‘Oh, please, darling. I could be much worse,’ Alastor growls, teasing the poor demon beneath him. ‘Now, I know the antennas are a particular bad spot. Let’s see if there’s any others…’ Alastor’s ears flick with delight. He was having much too fun tickling him. And in all honesty, Vox deserved it for all the previous times Alastor had been wrecked by him. He tilts his head in curiosity, and Vox stares at him. ‘Are you gonna-’ 

‘Yes, yes, I’m getting to it,’ Alastor hums. The deer honestly did have a soft spot for the demon, but would never admit that. That was for him to know. He rakes his claws down Vox’s ribs, teasingly slow just to get a good reaction. Vox squirms, grinning wide. ‘Ffffuck ohoff!’ 

‘Oh, please. You can’t deny that you enjoy my claws on you.’ Alastor traces circles on the spot right below Vox’s ribcage, earning a snort. Although the touch was dampened a bit by his clothing, his claws had managed to get under the coat. Vox tries to kick, but Alastor had a couple tendrils hold his legs down. ‘Ah, ah, ah, don’t need you kicking me, now do we?” he teased as he went to his lower ribs, massaging to feel for the bones. Vox kicks and squeaks, glitching for a moment. 

‘Oh, don’t want to break the technology just yet, now do we?’ Alastor chuckles, moving to a less ticklish spot on the other demon. Vox’s laughs went to frantic giggles, shaking his head. He was surprised his internal fans hadn’t kicked on yet. Alastor honestly wasn’t being too harsh on him–yet. But, he would admit, he did enjoy being tickled by his ‘rival.’ He kicks–well, tries to–as Alastor hits a spot a couple inches above his hip. ‘Now, let’s get these out of the way–’ Alastor giggles sinisterly to himself, using a tendril to pull both of Vox’s arms above his head. He starts digging into that spot. It earned some odd sort of television static crackle.

‘Alahahalastohor! Nohoho no–dohohon’t!’ Vox snorts, trying to arch his back. Alastor had him straddled pretty damn well, though. He could feel claws teasingly crawling towards his hips. He tried to buck to no avail. ‘Nonono why ahahare you dohoing thihis?!’ Vox giggles frantically, claws trying to dig into the tendril holding his arms up. Alastor just chuckles softly, enjoying seeing his rival like this. Helpless. Giggling. Of course, not exactly wanting to use tickling as the way to achieve it (he would’ve preferred hurting him,) but Alastor loved hearing people giggle and laugh. Adorable little thing to him. 

He tilts his head, deer ears flopping to the side a little, looking at Vox. He curiously squishes at the other’s hips, earning a choked laugh. ‘Oh, so I suppose this is a good spot to linger on?’ The deer giggles out, and since his coat was off, Vox could probably see his deer tail wagging as he tickled him.He starts to gently knead into Vox’s hips, earning a startled squeak from the demon beneath him.

‘Alahahastohor! Nohoho–nohot–nohoht–nohot–thehehere!’ his voice glitched out while trying to speak through his laughter. A tendril slithers down Vox’s arms to scritch at his underarms. The television demon tried to squirm more, only to be met by Alastor restraining him further. ‘You know, you’re quite a thrasher,’ he comments, massaging firm circles into Vox’s hips which had him cackling. ‘Yohohou’re juhust as bahahad, the fuhhuck–’ 

‘And for that, you’re getting this worse,’ Alastor hummed, mostly playful. But he did speed up his tickling, having the tendril move up to tweak at Vox’s antennas. Vox tried to kick, but was well restrained. He tried begging the deer demon for this to stop, or at least ease up on the tickling intensity a bit. ‘Stahahap ihihit! Be gehehentler! I swehehear–’ Vox felt his internal fans kick on, trying to cool him before he overheated. Alastor noticed this, his ears flicking as they somehow picked up on the noise of the fans despite how loud his rival’s laughter was. He slowed down the tickles, moving from Vox’s hips to gently scribbling up and down his sides. Deer tail wagging behind him with absolute delight. 

Vox’s laughter had quieted down, and he was still trying to shake the stupid voodoo shadow tendril..thing off his antenna. Alastor chuckles, teasing at his underarms to add on to the maddening sensations. Vox grinned wide, shaking his head slightly. He loved this, fully. It was an odd feeling to have Alastor tickling him instead of the other way around, but somehow it was nice. A good feeling to have.

After a few minutes, Alastor backed off, letting the other breathe. He went to sit down, acting as if the whole scenario didn’t just happen. 

‘Whahat the hell..’ Vox muttered out. Alastor grinned wider. ‘Deserved…do you need a drink?’ he offered, knowing it’s what Vox usually did to him after their sessions. Vox nodded, and he conjured a glass of water which appeared next to the other. Vox gratefully took it. ‘You know you’re worse, though,’ he teased. Alastor rolled his eyes, conjuring up one of his books to read. ‘Oh, please.’ His ears flicked back in embarrassment. Vox chuckled, watching him read. He stared at Alastor’s hooves, knowing how easy it would be to pounce and tickle the poor deer silly. Not now. He was about to say something, when he heard something.

The door opened and a certain king stood there, and Alastor looked unamused. ‘Welcome back, your royal shortness,’ he said in a rather snarky tone. He knew how to tick the other off, and it was so amusing to do. Lucifer rolled his eyes. ‘Don’t you have better things to do, Bambi?’ Alastor growled, ears flattened. ‘I’m not a ‘Bambi.’’ 

Vox watched, amused by the whole thing. ‘Aren’t you though? Because of the whole deer thing and stuff.’ Alastor turned to glare at him too. Lucifer then notices how Alastor’s coat and boots were off, and he tilts his head. ‘Did you expect us–well, me–to be gone longer?’ he asks, sitting next to the deer to irk him. It did work, because Alastor scooted away a bit. ‘Yes, I did. Now, how about you go make some more ducks or something, since that seems to be all you can do?’ 

‘Hey, I can do more than that!’ Lucifer retorts, standing up. Since Alastor was still sitting, he was somewhat at his level. ‘Cooking pancakes also isn’t that much of a talent,’ Alastor said with a shit eating grin. He knew how to annoy the seraph. The fallen angel growls and jabs Alastor in the ribs, earning a more than surprised squeak from the deer. 

‘Careful, he just finished wrecking my shit,’ Vox warned with a laugh. Alastor smiled at him, before turning to Lucifer and getting up. ‘Oh, so you want to play that game, huh?’ he taunts, raking his claws down the king’s back, forcing the six wings out. Lucifer jolts back, stumbling. He had been tickled in front of Alastor before, and he knew the deer knew his wings were his worst spot. 

‘Maybe I do,’ he challenged, trying to keep up that brave face. 

‘You have ten seconds to run and hide.’ Alastor sat down, waiting expectantly. ‘I’m not playing some–’ Lucifer started. ‘Nine.’ That did it. Lucifer spread his wings and flew off. He panted as he flew down a hallway, finding a guest room. Okay. This could work. Lucifer quickly hides under the bed; as much as he hated to admit it, his small size helped out here. He shapeshifted into his snake form, coiling under the bed. Honestly, he knew there was no true point to hiding. Alastor hunted down overlords, he’d find Lucifer at some point. For now, he could relax.

Alastor hums and spins his cane as he gets up. ‘And that’s time. Vox, would you mind helping me hunt down a certain angel?’ Vox looks up in surprise. Alastor wanted him to…help? 

‘Uh..sure.’ 

The two go throughout the hotel. Alastor hums a simple tune as he goes along, having tendrils and shadows reach out to sneak in places to assist in the search. He knew Lucifer couldn’t have gone too far. The deer hunts down the angel, searching in every place he could. He walks to the guest bedroom. Alastor knew Lucifer was in here, there was no way he wasn’t. He hums his song still.

Lucifer lay coiled underneath the bed as he heard Alastor walk in. Shit. He coils tighter, trying to quiet himself down like that would help at all. He felt a tendril stroke down his scales and he almost hissed in ticklish surprise. The tendril scribbled along the scales and Lucifer writhed, managing to somehow stay quiet.

Alastor knew what he was doing. He had the tendril move to Lucifer’s side scales, and he heard a muffled hiss. He chuckles and walks out, knowing that Lucifer would have to come out eventually if he wanted the tendril to stop. He met Vox halfway down the hall. ‘Did you find–’ ‘Oh, yes I did, he’s currently getting a..treatment until he decides to come face me.’ Alastor sits down to read. 

Lucifer hissed and tried to slither away from the damn tendril, but it swipes up the underside of his snake body, which was much more ticklish than anticipated. He chokes out a curse before going to his seraphim form, quickly desummoning his wings so those weren’t an option. The tendril moves up his sides, scribbling at a bad spot. Alastor could probably hear his frantic giggling as he tried to push the tendril away. He arches his back, trying so hard to fight the sensations. Eventually, Alastor walks in with an amused look. 

“Are you ready to give up yet, your highness?” Alastor taunted. Lucifer shook his head, but Alastor knew he was lying. ‘Oh, but you are. I can see it in the way you’re moving and looking up at me. Vox, care to assist?’ The king struggles and thrashes, and feels a singular tendril raise his arms above his head, holding him down. He could feel a weight on his legs–since Alastor was sitting next to him, it had to be Vox. 

The king glared at the two. ‘You will not touch me. I am your King, and you do as I sahay-!’ Lucifer squeaked as Alastor slowly trailed claws up and down his sides. Lucifer’s back arches as Alastor scribbles along a bad spot on his waist. He squirms back and forth, the biggest smile gracing his face. He tries to tug his arms down to protect himself, not feeling any leeway there. Fuck. 

He could feel Vox take off his boots and he kicked hard. He was not getting to his hooves, no way. He whined and arched his back, feeling Alastor ease up on the tickles ever so slightly. ‘Vox, whatever you just did has him all riled up.’ 

‘All I did was take his boots off. I was gonna see if his hooves were just as bad as yours,’ Vox comments, trying to get the king to hold still for more than two seconds. Alastor rolls his eyes at the comment about his hooves. Lucifer actually managed to buck Vox off in a panic, giggling his heart out. “Dohohon’t touch thehem-’ 

‘Touch what? These pretty little things? These adorable wittle hoovsies?’ Vox teases, grabbing both of Lucifer’s ankles and hooking them in the crook of his elbow. He had a good grip too. Lucifer screeched and tried to kick–then realized Alastor had added another restraining tendril across his hips and legs. He was probably going to die–from laughter, of course.

‘Can the wittle angel take all his tickling? Can the pretty wittle baby lee take all his tickles?’ Vox taunts in a baby voice as he starts to spider his claws up and down Lucifer’s hooves. Both at the same time. The poor angel screamed and fell into frantic giggles. He could feel Vox focus on a particularly bad spot, and it didn’t help that Alastor had switched tactics. Lucifer could feel Alastor’s claws slowly ‘walking’ down his arms. He tries to squirm as he hears Alastor humming a song--presumably to taunt him. The king tried to arch away as the walking fingers got closer and closer to his underarms.

Vox found a bad spot on his hooves that made him bleat like some kind of goat. A surprised look crossed Vox’s features, his claws pausing right above the spot. Alastor stopped and also looked at Lucifer, his fingers hovering above the angel’s underarms. “What the hell was that?” Lucifer didn’t answer, simply trying to kick, still smiling. Alastor told Vox to repeat whatever he did. 

Vox raked over the spot again. He got the same reaction. Alastor started to attack his underarms, and the fallen angel practically screeched. Alastor bent down to talk to Lucifer in closer proximity, whispering in a baby voice, ‘Does the wittle baby lee not wike all his wittle tickles and scritchies? Hm? Hmm?’ Lucifer laughed harder. “Dohohohont tehehease meheHEHE–!” His laughter hitched up as Vox started to curiously explore the split in his cloven hooves. The seraph screeches and laughs nice and loud. His adorable laughter filled the room as Vox dug into that damn spot. ‘Plehehehease! PleheheHEHEhease!’ he begged, arching his back as Alastor kept up the relentless pace at his underarms. He felt the fingers scribble down his ribs and sides. 

It wasn’t as bad. But bad enough to have him giggling wildly, a squeal, snort, or goat bleat coming out when Vox hit a bad spot on the hooves. Alastor slowly undoes Lucifer’s coat, signaling to Vox to give him a moment to breathe. Alastor gets Lucifer’s coat mostly off, pushing up his shirt to expose his bare stomach. This had Lucifer’s eyes widen. ‘Nononohoho bad Bambi, bahad Bambi–!’ Alastor walked a couple claws across his bare belly, making Lucifer flinch hard and snicker into his raised arms. He could feel the tendrils tighten their grip ever so slightly, really insuring that he couldn’t escape it. 

Alastor leaned down with a grin, beginning to nibble across Lucifer’s bare stomach with no restraint at all. The feeling of his sharp teeth on his stomach sent him into a wild fit of hysterics. Vox hadn’t even gone back to tickle his hooves again. He moved up to help Alastor with Lucifer’s upper body, teasing at Lucifer’s left side, scritching at his ribs nonstop. ‘Fuhuhuck yohohou two, I ahahaham yohohour kihing, you cahahan’t do thihhis to mehehehe!’ Vox massages into his ribs, earning a loud goatlike bleat and a kick. 

‘You know, a little ducky told me something.’ Alastor picks up a rubber duck from the place where he had summoned it out of thin air. Vox looked up with an amused gaze. What could the deer possibly mean? Alastor switches to some stupid baby voice as he talks, ‘I told the big bad Wadio Demon that wingdies are wealllyyy ticklish!’ He squeaks the duck as emphasis. Lucifer blinks with pure surprise. What? 

‘The duck is-is lyhying–’ Lucifer protests, squirming more. Alastor squeaks the duck again, saying, ‘If you tickle his wittle back, you can get all his wingsies to come out then you can tickle the wittle angel absolutely silly and have him laughing all nice and cute!’ As he spoke, he had Vox move to reach underneath Lucifer. The short king squeaks and tries to get away. Vox murmured softly, ‘Are your wings really that bad? I haven’t even started, you short little lee!~’ 

Vox slowly tickles up the king’s back, having the other man sent into giggly hysterics. He felt Vox hit a particular spot on the back of his shoulders, and that made all six fluffy wings summon, the wings flaring out. Alastor grins, using some tendrils to grab the ends of all six wings, spreading them out. This had it so the two could go to town with the wings without having to worry about Lucifer accidentally smacking them in the face with a wing. 

Lucifer’s eyes widen and he arches his back–honestly the only movement he could really manage. Alastor straddled across his waist area, positioning his claws above the lowermost set of wings. Vox was near Lucifer’s head, his hands above the top set. For the middle set, Alastor had his shadowy tendrils sliding up into position. ‘Three,’ Alastor chuckled. Lucifer shook his head frantically, wild giggles already escaping. ‘Nonono plehehease dohon’t do–’ 

‘Two,’ Vox said, grinning wide as he brought his hands closer. The fallen angel whines, trying to beg and compromise with the two. ‘I’m your kihihing–’ Alastor’s claws land onto the lowermost set as he teases, ‘One!’ Alastor dug in, the tendrils wriggled into the wingpits of the middle set, and Vox started to tease at the edges of the top set. Lucifer actually screamed, trying to flap his wings in desperation. Fuck, this was intense. 

He could feel his wings utterly trapped from the tendrils holding them still. ‘FuhHUHUCK! NohohHOhot the wihhiHIHings! PleheehEHEASE!’ Lucifer felt Vox search under the feathers to get to the skin beneath, and he bleated like some stupid goat again, before his loud cackles filled the room. ‘I’m–PLEHEHEASE!’ 

The tendril wriggles near the base of his wings, making Lucifer wheeze before being able to drag a breath in and laugh harder, shaking his head frantically. Alastor scribbles along the middle of the wings, making the king snort helplessly. It really did feel weird being the helpless one here. Considering he was the King of Hell, he was usually the one in control. But these two…Jesus.

He hyperventilates as he tries to regain any sort of composure. Lucifer actually did like the tickling, though he wouldn’t ever admit that. He smiles nice and wide, his loud, precious laughter filling the room. He remembered these days–when his brothers or his wife would tickle him, and now that he was here, Charlie had done it once. It was honestly kind of nice having someone to tickle him silly. A tendril comes up to gently tickle under his chin, making him snort and turn his head to the side. 

‘What’s wrong, you adorable little king? Hm? Can’t handle some tickle tickle tickles?~’ Alastor teases, intensifying the tickles further. Vox was doing gentle tickles, which led to some very conflicting feelings on his wings. He desperately tries to flap his wings to get away, but the tendrils hold fast. Lucifer couldn’t focus enough to desummon the wings or try to get anything off of him.

His laughter went silent for a couple seconds before he was able to breathe and dig his hooves into the floor, trying to arch away or something. He was starting to get frantic in his attempts to get away, and the deer demon and television demon could tell he was nearing his overwhelming point. 

‘PlehehHEHEase! Plehehehease stahHAHAp!’ Alastor looked at Vox, debating whether the king had actually had enough or not. ‘Do you think he can take much more?’ Vox scratches at a certain spot, which makes Lucifer bleat again. ‘I’d say another minute or two and let him up. Suppose we don’t want to kill the sweetheart.’ 

After a couple more minutes of the wing tickle ‘torture,’ Alastor lets him up. All the shadowy tendril restraints vanish, allowing Lucifer to immediately curl up and fold his wings behind him, giggling and panting. Alastor gets up, glancing at him. ‘Do you need water?’ he asks gently. Lucifer nods weakly, and Alastor goes to get the water. Vox picks up Lucifer, bringing him to the couch. Lucifer cuddles up to him. 

Alastor walks in, smiling fondly at the sight. ‘He’s mine to cuddle too.’ He sits down next to the two, helping Lucifer drink the water, which he does gratefully. After he finishes his water, he snuggles up to the deer as well, dragging him into the cuddle pile. Vox uses one hand to pet Lucifer’s hair, the other to pet and scratch behind Alastor’s deer ears. Alastor purrs like a deer, kicking his hoof slightly. 

Vox smiles, continuing to lavish the both of them with affection. Alastor wraps his arms around Lucifer, cuddling him close. ‘You’re cute,’ he mumbles to Lucifer. Lucifer smiles, reaching up to ruffle Alastor’s hair. ‘Shut up, you’re the cute one here.’ 

Vox laughs, simply letting the two argue over it. Eventually, they both settle down. Both cuddle up to Vox. Alastor mumbles something about Vox being warm. ‘Well, I’m electricity powered for the most part, I’m probably going to be generating some sort of heat.’ ‘Shut up, smartass,’ Lucifer mumbled affectionately, playfully poking Vox’s screen. Alastor was half asleep. Lucifer reaches over, summoning a blanket to cover all of them. Vox relaxes as well, hands slowing in their ministries. 

‘You guys sleepy?’ Vox asks. Alastor doesn’t respond, too tired. Lucifer nods, reaching over to scratch behind Alastor’s furry ears. Messing with the fur. The ears flick lightly and Alastor tiredly smiles at all the affection. Vox slowly pets Lucifer’s blond hair.

‘Go to sleep. Both of you,’ he mumbles. Vox fell asleep first, his TV screen brightness lowering by a lot as he ‘powers down.’ Lucifer cuddles up to Alastor as he falls asleep, and Alastor simply nuzzles into Vox’s chest as he dozes off. 

Sure, the residents of the hotel would be back soon. And all three would be all cuddled up on the couch, not worrying about a thing. They all had each other, and that’s all that mattered.

[queenofthekings]

and also!! can I request, from this list, with Eddie:

13. “I didn’t like you at first because I found you way too fucking attractive.” “That makes no sense.”

🫶🫶

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

Summary: You and Eddie have a complicated relationship to say the least; one second you're all over each other, and the next you can't stand to be in the same room as each other. And all you want are answers.

Author's note: I'm aware I don't go here anymore but I'm tryna get my drafts/WIPs cleared so enjoy! The title comes from the Razorlight song of the same name. I'm so sorry this took forever but I hope it was worth the wait! I wrote the majority of this in about an hour so I apologise if it's bad.

CW: 18+, swearing, sex references, smoking, talks of drug use and dealing, drinking, drunk Eddie, Eddie's kind of an ass in this.

Word count: 1k

Tagging: @usergeta @quinnigallagherjones @loserboysandlithium @littlexdeaths

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

From the moment Eddie Munson waltzed his way into your life, he had you wrapped around his finger. You’d fallen for him hook, line and sinker. The problem? He absolutely hated your presence. At least, you were sure he did. It felt like one moment, he was all over you and calling you his. Then the next, he avoided you like the plague and would laugh and sneer at you in the hallways.

It was infuriating to you.

All you wanted was to spend all your time with Eddie and actually get to the bottom of what his problem was. But anytime you tried, he was his dick self and would laugh you off. Then at any parties you’d attend, he’d pull you into a dark corner and completely rock your world with his mouth and fingers.

You just wanted answers, answers you knew you’d never get so you just accepted it. You had no choice but to accept it.

At one of the endless parties both of you attended, you spotted him across the room, trying to not be obvious that he was doing a deal with some drunk classmate, but you always knew what he was up to, you knew him like the back of your hand and sadly, he could say the same for you.

Taking a long drink of your punch, you plucked up the courage to go over to him, being careful not to bump into anyone on your way. “Bit early to deal, is it not, Munson?”

Eddie jumped at the sound of your voice, a hand going over his heart as the other almost dropped the roll of dollars he’d just been handed. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, don’t creep up on me like that.”

You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh as you playfully hit his arm. “I didn’t realise you were that much of a scaredy cat.”

“Other than scaring me to death, was there anything you actually wanted?”

“I wanted to talk about us,” you answered, folding your arms over your chest.

Eddie looked at you as if you’d just spoken in Japanese to him, the cogs in his head slowly turning but he still had no real idea what you were getting at. “What do you mean “us”? There is no “us” to talk about. I’m not fuckin’ sober enough for this conversation.”

Then he stormed off, making a point to hit your shoulder with his arm as he left, the force almost knocking you to the floor. Rubbing your arm, you shrugged off the embarrassment you felt and muttered a “dick” before you stormed outside.

Walking around the various drunk couples making out or the various obviously high out of their minds partygoers, you found an empty spot and set up camp for the night. Setting your drink down in between your legs, you grabbed your pack of cigarettes from your pocket and lit one up.

You would’ve tried to socialise and potentially get blackout drunk like everyone else, but you just weren’t feeling it, and was even debating on going home after that encounter with Eddie. But you were stubborn and refused to let him win, you’d at least stay until you’d ran out of cigarettes.

Not even an hour later, a loud crash was heard inside followed by a loud holler of your name. Sighing heavily, you turned around to see Eddie grinning like the cat that ate the canary stumbling his way towards you, an armful of beers with him.

Sitting down next to you with a loud “oof”, he offered you a can before struggling to open yours. Sighing, you took it from him to open it before handing it back. “Why are you even here, Eddie?”

“What? Am I not allowed to see my girl whenever I want?” He grinned, nudging your arm with his elbow before taking a long drink of beer.

“I’m not your girl, Munson. You’ve made that extremely clear,” you grumbled, opening your can and pouring the contents into the cup. “If you’re here to talk about our non-existent “us”, I’m not in the mood for it.”

Even through his drunken state, Eddie could tell that you were upset and somewhere in his brain he knew it was his fault, that and nothing he said would make it up to you. But he wasn’t the type to even try to make it up to anyone.

Noticing his silence, you spoke up again. “You don’t even like me, romantically or otherwise so why are you even trying?”

Eddie shook his head, leaning into you almost to tell you a secret. “I didn’t like you at first because I found you way too fucking attractive.”

Now it was your turn to look like Eddie was speaking Japanese to you. Mostly because what he said made absolutely no sense. “That makes no fuckin’ sense.”

“Well, it makes sense to me, princess,” Eddie smiled, drinking more of his beer.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you downed the contents of your cup. “You’re so fucking confusing, you know that? You literally drive me fucking insane.”

“It’s all part of the Munson charm, babydoll.”

Licking your lips, you shoved your cigarettes into your jacket pocket and stood up, moving to stand directly in front of him. “If you weren’t drunk off your head, I’d offer to go upstairs and make everyone hate us.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide as he frantically got to his feet, the sudden motion causing him to fall directly onto you, but thankfully you caught him just as he was about to crush you. “I can sober up, I swear.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you steadied him. “You’re such a dork, and it’s not happening tonight. Not in a million years, call me tomorrow night when you’re sober and then we’ll talk,” you patted his shoulder before making your way inside.

The next night, you were surprised by getting a call from the man himself; informing you that his trailer would be empty for the night and invited you over. Twirling the phone cord around your finger, a sly smirk came across your lips. “Come and get me,” you replied before hanging up.

You weren’t exactly going to play easy on him, not for a second.

[daleyeahson]

Girl on Film | Perv!Eddie Munson x Best Friend Reader: Part 3

Summary: After days of not seeing or hearing anything from Eddie, you finally snap. When you confront him about your feelings, it’s not exactly what he had hoped to hear.

Warnings: angst, cursing, I’m just gonna go ahead and say 18+ minors dni mainly bc of what has happened before and that stuff gets briefly mentioned in here so… yeah lol

Word count: 2.9k

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A/n: I’m sorry this took a little longer than expected to get released! I’ve been a little busy and tbh at first I didn’t know where I wanted this story to go so that also slowed the whole process lol thank you guys for your continued love and support! You have no idea how much it truly means to me.. Enjoy! x

It’s Monday morning and Eddie slowly stirs awake. Stretching as much as he could, he turns his head over to look at the alarm clock. 6:45am. He then turns his head to the opposite side only to be met with the sight of your naked body. Your back facing him and the sheets covering just the lower half of you. Panic sets in before he has a chance to really take in the view. He starts to freak out as his questions from last night enter his mind once again.

He tries to convince himself that he’s just overreacting and that you must’ve genuinely felt the same way he did, right? If you didn’t, why would you do all of that with him? Why would you play along with the whole camcorder situation? He began to think that maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing for you. That maybe you just wanted to have fun with this and not get romantically involved. He also thought of how maybe you’d wake up and regret this whole weekend and then things would be forever changed between the two of you.

With every question of “what if?” or “why?” that crossed his mind, he knew one thing for sure. He did not want to stick around and find out. He couldn’t handle the possibility of rejection or the idea of losing you as his best friend. He needed to think things over before diving into that conversation with you. So, without a moments notice, Eddie does what he does best. He runs.

Or at least he tries too. He gently gets out of the bed, trying his best not to wake you and rushes to go take a quick shower. While he’s in the bathroom, you wake up to the sound of the water running. Still a little bit groggy, you slip on another oversized t-shirt since the one you had on yesterday was now torn in two thanks to a certain someone. You decided against wearing pants, not having the energy this morning to deal with putting them on. Plus, at this point, Eddie has seen you in a lot less, so you figured he wouldn’t have a problem with it.

You make your way to the kitchen in desperate need of something to drink. You pour yourself a glass of water and casually sip on it while having your back leaned against the counter. You hear the shower turn off and soon afterwards, the bathroom door opens. In such a hurry to leave, Eddie doesn’t even notice that you’re standing in the kitchen.

“Mornin’ Eddie, sleep well?”

“Jesus Christ!” He jumps at the sound of your voice. “I didn’t know you were awake,” he gives a nervous chuckle, “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I haven’t been up for long.. What’s got you up and ready to go out the door so early?”

“Uh…” Eddie pauses for a second, trying to find what to say. He doesn’t want to bring up the real reason he’s leaving, so he says the next thing that comes to mind. “School! Gotta head off the school, ya know, don’t wanna be late.”

You look at him and say with a raised eyebrow, “Since when did you, Eddie Munson, care about going to school, let alone getting there on time?”

He smiles softly at your comment, knowing that you had a good point.

“I figured dealing with the third go around of this shit, I might actually want to try for once before I end up graduating with Henderson’s class.”

You laugh. You know you’d never let that happen, but it was funny to picture him and Dustin posing for a photo together with their cap and gowns on holding their diplomas.

“Well before you go, do you want some breakfast? I can fix you something real quick. I know the stuff they serve in the cafeteria isn’t the best.”

Growing more anxious the longer he stands there, Eddie shakes his head, “N-no thanks. As much as I would love to, I don’t have the time. Still have to run home and change out of this,” he gestures to his sweats, “and you know how long it takes to get my whole get up on. At this rate, I’ll be lucky if I get there before the first bell rings.”

You try not to show a look of disappointment on your face. You wished he would stay a little longer, but you understood his reasons. If you were in his shoes, you’d want to do everything possible to make sure you didn’t have to repeat your senior year again too.

“Oh, well, I’ve got to start getting ready for work in a few anyway, so no biggie. Give me a call though afterwards, yeah? I’ll be back home this evening, probably around six.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just gives you a slight nod and walks out the door. Driving off in his van, he makes his way back home. Once there, he heads to his room and spots the camcorder still sitting in the same spot he left it. He really did plan on going to school, but after seeing that and being reminded once again how all of this got started, he decided to stay home. There was no way he could focus on any of his classes after that.

You started getting ready for work not long after Eddie left. Taking a quick shower yourself and changing into your uniform. You pulled your hair back to keep it out of your face and applied a light, natural makeup look. You weren’t one to really wear makeup to begin with, but being a waitress, it seemed to help get you better tips so you didn’t mind having to wear it while you were at work.

You worked at a small diner right on the edge of town, only a 15 minute drive from your place. It wasn’t the best job, but it paid the bills. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it, you loved your coworkers and got along well with the regulars you had, but being on your feet for hours on end for most days of the week was exhausting.

Your work day was the same as always. A group of older gentlemen would always come in early for some breakfast which usually consisted of biscuits and gravy all while talking for hours, getting refill after refill of coffee. You gained a few more customers when lunch rush hit, but things never picked up until it came closer to dinner time. You’d always get busy around then, mainly having truckers stop by for a good hot meal after being on the road all day. You didn’t mind though, you loved hearing the stories they’d tell about the places they’ve been and things they’ve seen. It always helped make the work day go by a little faster.

When your shift came to an end, you made your way back home. Feet aching from the day, all you wanted was to get out of these clothes and go to bed. You didn’t even think about the fact that Eddie said he would call. All that was on your mind now was getting some much needed rest.

When Tuesday had came and gone and still no word from him, you started to wonder why Eddie hasn’t been back over or called. You didn’t really pay much mind to it, thinking he must’ve been exhausted like you were last night after playing his gig at the Hideout with the Corroded Coffin boys.

Wednesday was a different story though. That evening, you made your way over to Family Video to pick out movies for the sleepover this weekend. It was supposed to be at Eddie’s place this time, but after not hearing from him for days, you weren’t sure if he even wanted to have it. You walk in and was greeted by Robin who stood at the front counter.

“Hey, y/n! Picking out more movies for you and Eddie this weekend?”

“Yeah,” you say in an unsure tone, “I guess I am.”

“You guess? What’s that supposed to mean?”

You sigh and start to explain everything to her. Just the part of not hearing from Eddie in a while, she didn’t need to know the rest and you still hadn’t even talked about it with Eddie himself. It would feel wrong to discuss those things with another person before him, even if Robin was one of your closest friends.

“It’s just, I don’t know. I’m not sure if he wants to have the sleepover this weekend. After he left my place Monday morning for school, I haven’t heard from him since. I figured maybe he was tired from his gig last night, but I still haven’t heard anything from him today either. It’s just weird not seeing or hearing from him, ya know? He’s never done this before.”

“Wait, you said he left Monday morning for school?” She asks and you give her a nod. “Eddie wasn’t at school Monday. Like at all.”

“What?” You looked at her with confusion written all over your face.

Not at school? What does she mean not at school? Why would he say that’s why he had to leave your place so early and then not go? Maybe he was late getting there and she just didn’t see him.

Robin went on to explain, “Yeah. He borrowed my biology notes and was supposed to give them back to me at lunch, but he wasn’t there. I asked the guys at the Hellfire table if they’d seen him but they said he never showed up that morning.”

What the hell? Why didn’t he go? More importantly, why did he lie to you about going in the first place? Your blood started to boil at the thought of him lying to you. You had been friends forever, why would he feel the need to lie? You explained to Robin that you had to go, not getting the movies you had planned on picking up. You needed to get home to think about some things. What the fuck was Eddie’s problem?

Thursday evening rolled around and still no word. You finally decided to give him a call instead of waiting for him. You knew he should be home from school right now, if he even went this time, and he didn’t have band practice or anything like that. You reach for the phone and dial his number. After a few rings, a mans voice spoke on the line.

“Hello?” Wayne. You didn’t think he’d be home right now. He must’ve been getting ready to leave for work when you called.

“Hey, Uncle Wayne, is Eddie around?” You ask.

Wayne looks over at Eddie standing in the living room, signaling for him to say that he wasn’t there and couldn’t talk.

Wayne sighs before answering, “No, I’m sorry, sweetheart. He’s not here at the moment. I could take a message for him if you’d like though.”

There it was, another lie. Now he’s even getting other people to do it for him? Unbelievable.

“Just tell him to give me a call when he gets a chance, okay?” You tried to not sound frustrated, but Wayne could tell you were upset.

“Will do.” He hangs up the phone and looks up at Eddie once again.

“Boy, I don’t know what the hell is going on between you two, but whatever it is, not talking to her about it isn’t going to solve the problem.”

Eddie looks down at his feet, embarrassed that Wayne is lecturing him over something that he should’ve already taken care of.

“I know, Wayne, it’s just..” he tries to think of the best way to explain this to his uncle without having to go further into detail about it all, “things are just a bit..complicated right now, okay? I promise I’ll talk to her soon. I just need some time to think about things.”

Wayne takes the hint that Eddie doesn’t want to get into the subject of what’s going on and gives him a sympathetic look. Not really knowing what it was that was making things complicated between you both, but knew whatever it may be was causing his boy to be in misery.

Grabbing his jacket and getting ready to head out the door, he turns and with a sigh he says to Eddie, “Well, whatever it is, you guys have been friends all your lives. You’ll be able to get through it, okay? Don’t sweat it, kid.”

And with that he heads out the door, leaving Eddie to stew in his own thoughts about everything.

You on the other hand, were pissed. Outraged. Angry.

How could he lie to you like that? Why would he even do such a thing? And then ignore your call when you finally reach out to him?

No, you weren’t gonna have it. Eddie was going to talk to you face to face about this whether he liked it or not. It was something that needed to be done, and you knew exactly when to do it.

It was finally Friday, you had just finished your shift at work and was heading home to change and shower. Eddie was making his way over to the high school to start setting up for his Hellfire campaign. You knew if he wasn’t going to come to you and talk about things, you’d have to go to him. And that’s exactly what you planned on doing. You knew he wouldn’t miss a Hellfire meeting no matter what, so he would definitely be there. He wouldn’t be able to hide from you no longer.

You arrived at the high school and made your way to the room where the boys would be at. As you got closer to the door, you could hear them screaming at one another. Most likely over something that just happened during the campaign. You then heard a familiar sound. One that usually filled you with joy, but this time it just made you fill up with more rage than you already had.

Eddie’s laugh.

It pissed you off to no end hearing it. Hearing him having a good time, as if nothing was wrong. As if he hasn’t been avoiding you like the plague all week.

Without any hesitation, you burst through the door. The room falls silent as everyone looks over to see who interrupted them in the middle of their campaign. When Eddie’s eyes finally met yours, he could see how upset you were.

“Oh shit.”, He whispers to himself.

You march your way over where he was, sat on his throne, and you point your finger at his face.

“Where the hell have you been? Hm?”

Before Eddie has a chance to say anything, you continue on with your rant.

“All week! You haven’t called or stopped by to see me all fucking week! You never do that. Ever. We have been best friends forever and now suddenly, without warning you decide to just disappear? What the hell is your problem? Why have you been ignoring me?”

Eddie sat there, speechless and paralyzed from shock. He wasn’t expecting you to just show up randomly. He thought he would have more time to think over things before talking to you. He also didn’t expect to be having this conversation in front of the entire Hellfire Club, either.

“Say something!” You yell at him. Still, Eddie can’t find the words. Mouth moving as if he wants to say something but nothing comes out. You were mad before, but now standing here having him just stare at you not saying a word, it sends you over the edge.

“Fuck you, Eddie.” You spewed hatred towards him. “I can not believe after everything you did to me this weekend, you have the fucking audacity to not only ignore me and my calls, but blatantly lie to my face and have Wayne lie for you too. I already know you didn’t go to school Monday, Robin confirmed it for me. I seriously can’t believe you right now!”

You were fuming and after a few seconds of Eddie still not saying a word, you look at him and reach your hand out.

“Give me my key.”

“W-what?” Eddie finally is able to breathe out a word, and of course, it’s not what you wanted to hear.

“You heard me…Give. me. my. key.”

When he doesn’t move to give it, you yell again, still beyond frustrated with him.

“NOW!”

With trembling hands, Eddie reaches for it. He slowly takes the spare key to your apartment off the key ring and places it in your hand. You walk back over to the door, turning to him one last time before you leave.

“Don’t bother calling or coming over anymore. Not until you actually grow the fuck up for once. Until then, I’m done. I don’t need to put up with you and all of your bullshit, especially not after what happened.”

You slam the door shut, leaving the boys there in silence. Walking back out of the school, you feel hot tears running down your face. In this moment, you could care less. You just wanted to go home and forget about everything that has happened this past week.

Eddie is left sitting there, staring at the door trying to hold back the tears in his eyes that are fighting to spill over the edge. Gareth is the first one to break the silence.

“Dude, I don’t know what you did” he says looking away from the door and back over to Eddie, “but whatever it was, you really fucked up.”

Still not saying a word, Eddie thought to himself.

He really did fuck up this time.

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[gojos-fr-bae]

Okay

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff. Cussing. Shouting. Levi is kinda ooc ig, not proofread

Word Count: 821

A/N: YOH, this was kinda draining to write. idk why but recently I've not been feeling my writing, I still hope you enjoy

(Requests open)

It had been almost an entire month since Levi did so much as speak to you. He had been cooped up in his office doing God knows what and you couldn’t help but feel neglected. Everytime you would bring for him a meal or cup of tea he wouldn’t even bother to look up from his work and you were sick of it.

“Levi, honey please, take even a small break.” you said in worry. No response.

“Levi, please stop ignoring me. I’m worried about you. You barely eat, you haven’t been sleeping and you’ve been completely ignoring me. Enough is enough.”

He was starting to get annoyed. Why couldn’t you just leave him be?

“Please Y/N, let me just do my work, you're only distracting me.” he said coldly, not looking up from whatever it was he was doing.

“Sweety, this isn’t healthy, It wouldn’t hurt to even take one break.”

“Y/N I beg of you-”

“No Levi, I’m not going to take no for an answer”

“Y/N ju-”

“No, I won’t allow you to sit here and watch you push yourself to the edge!”

“Stop interrup-”

“Levi I’m just trying to care for you and you but-”

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST, SHUT UP YOU INSOLENT BITCH!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, standing up and slamming his hands down on the table.

“I AM TRYING TO DO MY JOB! THE JOB THAT ALLOWS YOU TO LIVE SO COMFORTABLY!  SO PLEASE JUST DO ME AND FAVOUR AND ALLOW ME TO DO MY WORK IN PEACE BEFORE I DO SOMETHING I’LL REGRET. I ALREADY REGRET YOU, IS THAT NOT ENOUGH?!?!”

Regret.

He regrets you huh? Well that fucking stings.

You could tell from his face that what he said just dawned on him and he was beginning to regret it. But then again, he also regrets you so what does it matter?

You stormed out of his office and made a beeline to your room. The one you shared with Levi in which you shared so many fond memories with. You no longer cared though, rushing to your bed and burying yourself in your blanket before releasing the floodgates. And so you cried, and cried and cried. 

Completely and utterly helpless.

***

He fucked up. He completely and undoubtedly fucked up. He knew that, and he was freaking out. But, rather than going after you and risking snapping at you. He just sat back down and went back to burying himself neck deep in his work, trying to block out the negative thoughts running rampant through his mind. But he couldn’t push the thoughts away forever. He was going crazy thinking about what happened and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He rushed off to your shared room and took a few calming breaths before entering. He made his way to your bedroom (ik I called it a room but it’s more like a mini house. Allow it.)

He stared at your disgruntled figure. Your face was just barely visible from under the blanket and he looked into your swollen eyes. He was so guilty he felt like he would throw up. He climbed onto the bed, getting under the sheets and wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you up against him.

“Y/N?” he whispered into your neck, but you just ignored him. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond.

“Sweetheart, I apologise…I lost myself and said things that I didn’t mean and I am truly sorry for that.” 

“I thought you regretted me..” you replied, voice cracking slightly.

“Darling, I didn’t mean a word of what I said. You are the light of my life, the reason I wake up each morning. It saddens me to think that I made you believe otherwise. I promise that if you give me a chance, I'll do anything to make it up to you.”

You heard what he was saying, and as much as what he said hurt, you still loved him more than anything. You didn’t want to let go, not just yet.

“Will we be okay?” Levi questioned, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

“Are you really sorry?”

“Deeply”

“Then yeah…we’ll be okay.”

“Thank you darling.”

“Uh huh” you said, turning to face him, “But if you making it up to me isn’t you saying sorry one thousand times, I love you four thousand times, and dinner, then I’m sorry but this won’t work. I also want flowers, breakfast in bed, and you have to do whatever I say for a month. Oh, and infinite kisses.”

“You’re really going to milk this aren’t you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you said you’ll do anything.” “And I will.”

“Good” you replied, smiling brightly and giving him a quick peck on his lips.

“Woman, you will be the death of me” he said before pulling you into a deep and passionate kiss. 

You’ll be okay

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© gojos-fr-bae

I Always mix up liar tags and normal tags, sry if that's the case rn.

[10yrsyart]

“Restitution: an act of restoring, or a condition of being restored”

None of us are perfect and so all of us have broken God’s Law. Good deeds can’t erase wrongs, just as you can’t recapture words that have left your mouth. But God loved us so much that He provided the payment for our sins instead. “He cancelled the record of the charges against us and took it away by nailing it to the cross.” (Colossians 2:14)

Just as these people had a choice to accept the offer of legal freedom, we also have the choice to accept Jesus’ payment for us, and His freedom. “For God has rescued us from the kingdom of darkness and transferred us into the Kingdom of His dear Son, who purchased our freedom and forgave our sins.” (Colossians 1:13-14)

Don’t rely on the good things you do as a ticket to Heaven. Only perfection is allowed into God’s home. Which is why Jesus, who lived a perfect life and died in our place, is the only way to be made perfect in God’s eyes. His righteousness covers us when we believe. A third option isn’t there; you either live with Him or live separated from Him forever. Believe in Jesus and accept His offer of payment and eternal life, for He loved you enough to pay it all so you can live. 💙

“For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 6:23)

transcript:

Judge: You three have been charged with embezzlement, grand theft, and resisted arrest. You have two options. The first: A prison sentence that will continue until you have payed the entire sum of money that was lost. The second is provided by this gentleman here. He has offered to pay your bail in full, which I will accept as restitution, and your record will be wiped. Make your decisions now please.

Red Man: Who the heck is this guy, talking like he owns the place? These charges are totally unfair.

Blue Woman: What were you expecting? We did break the law.

Red Man: So our choices are living it up in prison or being indebted to this rich goody goody? I'm not accepting that. I don't need him. Where's the third option?

Purple Woman: I don't need a bail out either, I've done a lot of charity work. I'm sure there's a balance there somewhere.. You just have to wheedle the judge a little.

Blue Woman: Are you listening to yourself?-

Judge: Have you made your decisions?

Red Man: Yeah, I refuse! Who made it a crime to borrow a lil' money here and there? It's a free country, ain't it? Actually, it's a crime to discriminate against me like this!

Judge: So you have chosen the first option. I am truly sorry to hear this, Sir. Very well, officers, if you would-

Red Man: Hey, get your hands off me!

Judge: And you, ma'am?

Purple Woman: You see, Judge, I've worked with many nonprofits and charities over the years. They can vouch for me! I'm not really a bad person, this was just a little lapse in judgment, that's all.

Judge: I'm afraid it doesn't matter how many good works you've done, ma'am. The law is still the law, and you've broken it. If you do not accept the pardon you've been offered, you must accept the consequences of your actions.

Purple Woman: Let go of me! I don't deserve this-

Judge: What about you, ma'am?

Blue Woman: ..I'd like to accept this man's generous offer. But, if I may.. Why do you trust him to follow through? It's a rather large price...

Judge: Wonderful, a good question! I have seen his work and I trust his integrity explicitly. For you see- He is my Son.

Yeshua: Congratulations!

Blue Woman: Thankyou.. Thankyou so much! How can I ever repay you?!

Yeshua: I don't want your payment, I'm satisfied that you're free.

Blue Woman: But why?

Yeshua: Let's take a walk together for a bit and get to know each other. I'm doing something quite exciting, and I want you to be a part of it.

[lunatic-harness]

a brief and informal history of unofficial team fortress

inspired by a reply i made explaining that fortress forever was developed during the interim between team fortress classic and team fortress 2.

so after the quakeworld team fortress (qwtf) devs got hired by valve, fans took it into their own hands to expand on the original team fortress formula. this post provides a brief summary of various notable TF mods for other games over the past two decades, from the first quakeworld tf mods to modern revivals of the old team fortress formula.

Mega Team Fortress (Quakeworld)

mostly an expansion of qwtf. scout has flashbangs and a jetpack, most classes can lay traps, sniper can call down airstrikes (jesus fucking christ), engineer has a mini sentry, and so on. admittedly had a hard time finding info on this one

Custom Team Fortress (Quakeworld)

each player gets cash (a la counter-strike) to customize their class with weapons, armor, and special abilities. abilities are pretty crazy like being able to summon quake enemies, give nearby teammates quad damage, and disarm enemy players.

Weapons Factory series (various games, initial version Quake 2)

as mentioned above, since the original TF team was busy working at valve, it was up to fans to continue TF into quake 2. weapons factory for quake 2 was pretty big at the time, even showing up in a french gaming magazine.

this one deviates a lot more from qwtf because it wasn't intended to be team fortress at all; it began as a simple CTF with classes mod, but later updates bumped up the class count until there were 9 of them that vaguely followed the TF class setup. the cool thing about this one is that everyone has a grappling hook.

anyways look at these class names lol it's like dollar store team fortress.

(while the analogues of which WF class is which TF class is kinda obvious, the cyborg is actually more like a mix of soldier and demo with a tf2 sapper)

weapons factory got sequels/ports for quake 3, quake 4, unreal tournament, and even half-life 2.

Quake 3 Fortress (Quake 3) and Enemy Territory Fortress (Wolfenstein: Enemy Territory)

while weapons factory was enough for people to get their tf fix in quake 2 and 3, and team fortress classic came out in 1999, some people decided to make a proper team fortress for quake 3 anyways. behold, at the turn of the millennium: q3f. all the classes play similarly to their qwtf counterparts, though quake 3's physics does change the gameplay a bit.

the developers of quake 3 fortress formed splash damage in 2001, a studio that went on to work on the multiplayer components of various games like batman: arkham origins, halo mcc, and gears 5.

enemy territory fortress is a 2005 port of q3f to enemy territory wolfenstein, which ran on a heavily modified quake 3 engine. not much to say about it since it doesn't do anything particularly different from q3f.

Unreal Fortress (Unreal Tournament '99)

also coming in at the turn of the millennium was unreal fortress. abbreviated to "UnF" like the sound doomguy makes when he interacts with a wall. what stands out about unf is that engineer (sorry, "armourer") can attach a rocket launcher or flamethrower to his sentries, and non-armourer teammates could apply class-specific upgrades to them such as snipers improving sentry aim and spies adding enemy spy detection.

Quake 4 Fortress (Quake 4)

hey look, it's 2fort

there's not a lot of info about this once since it didn't have much of an audience - feels like a mod nobody asked for for a game nobody asked for. mostly takes after qwtf with extra stuff like scout having flashbangs. quake 4 fortress was abandoned in development and released in an early state with full source code.

Attackers Go Red (Quakeworld)

released in 2006, attackers go red is a qwtf mod built around one team always being on the offensive and one team always on the defensive. it also carries over some abilities from custom tf.

in the days of qwtf capture the flag a common way to play was for one team to always be attacking and the other defending (known as o/d) -- this was great because the typical push and pull of symmetrical ctf didnt really work in qwtf, so it ensured constant action for both teams involved. problem is, there was nothing enforcing this: if the "attacking" team decides to go on the defensive the gameplay slows to a crawl because now both teams are turtling instead of fighting each other, and additionally there's nothing stopping a "defending" player from going behind the other team's back and stealing their flag what with them being occupied with offense.

attackers go red solves this problem by enforcing the attack/defend split: red gets points for capturing flags, blue gets points for defending for a certain amount of time.

Fortress Forever

the thing that separates fortress forever from all the other games just mentioned is that fortress forever takes more from team fortress classic than qwtf.

didn't last very long because tf2 managed to stop being vaporware in the middle of its development and even released before fortress forever did, but it still found a small niche as a continuation of tfc's gameplay style in the source engine. has new features like scout being able to build jump pads, spy being able to turn enemy sentries against its team, and pyro being able to use their flamethrower as an improvised jetpack.

i really like the industrial aesthetic it has going on. ff demoman looking like a white tf2 demoman is a hilarious coincidence -- he's styled after the old team fortress classic demoman. menu theme is a banger.

section break: everything from this line onwards came out after team fortress 2

Doom Fortress (Doom)

it's team fortress 2 for doom (specifically, the zandronum source port)! all it actually brings over is the classes; not a difficult task since zandronum already provides a class system and some gamemodes. uses assets from other 90s fps games. i love how heavy is just the doom 2 chaingunner and pyro is just doom 64 doomguy. here's germanpeter's video on it and here's an abandoned attempt to update it from 2018

FortressOne (Quakeworld)

the latest revival of oldskool team fortress, as a result fortressone has a little bit of everything. you have to reload weapons like tf2/tfc; pyro has airblast and scout has double jump from tf2; most class loadouts are closer to tfc than qwtf; tfc and fortress forever maps are available. has a small but active community on discord and is still being actively worked on. check it out here

Typical Colors 2 (Roblox)

this one's just a tf2 clone in roblox. also includes some unofficial gamemodes like versus saxton hale and randomizer

TF2 Classic

based on the tf2 beta, team fortress classic brings back features that didn't see the light of day like scout's nailgun and demoman's dynamite bundle. tf2c is more well known for its custom weapon support though: the most popular servers have hundreds of custom weapons bundled in, most of which are unbalanced in a pretty fun way. check it out here

[spectrechosts]

Desperado

I want to be done reuploading and all I have left is shorter stories I haven't touched in forever which means shit is getting CONDENSED into single posts so I can have all this done by Halloween.

This one is about an anxious pilot and her friend who definitely isn't a pirate. 3 chapters.

Selene sighed.

"Okay," She said, "Do you really want to know why this keeps happening? Because you're not going to like it."

Luna nodded, meekly.

"It's the hat."

"What?" She squeaked, half baffled half offended.

"Literally nobody doing reputable things in space does so wearing a cowboy hat. It's- I don't even know how to explain this to you in a way that shouldn't already be apparent."

"But I like my hat!"

"I know."

"You can't judge someone based on a hat!"

"I don't know what you want me to say. It's like one step removed from wearing an actual pirate hat in terms of accessories that say you are doing piracy."

"You cannot assume that from a hat."

"It's the hat and the fact that, to an outside observer, your tendency to avoid people because you're shy looks like you have a whole 'mysterious dark stranger in a tavern' vibe going on."

"But-"

"I told you you weren't gonna like it." Selene said, and finished her beer. "Now tell me what you got roped into so I can get you out of it."

"I-I think they're loading black market organs onto my ship."

"Jesus christ."

"I'm sorry."

"Luna, you can keep the hat. It makes you look cute. But, for the love of god, you have to get better at saying no to people."

~~~

"C-Can you please go faster? I have deadlines, and-"

The customs officer glared at Luna, and she withered. They carefully inspected every inch of her cargo hold, opening shipments, checking for hidden panels, scanning for traces of contraband.

"What's her deal?" Another customs officer asked Selene, who was watching the scene unfold.

"Oh, you know how it is." She shrugged. "Jumpy pilot gets singled out at a checkpoint for being suspicious, that makes them more jumpy the next time, and round and round it goes. She's been flagged down for inspection six times this month."

"Heh, poor kid."

"Poor me having to wait through all this. I could be on Mars by now if I didn't have a soft spot for doe-eyed idiots."

"Mm. Well, speaking of inspections, your ship's been randomly flagged for a search."

Selene narrowed her eyes.

"That seems to happen quite often when you're on shift."

"Hey, I just do what the system tells me." The officer said, putting his hands in the air. "Think of it as lucky that they show up on my watch, and not somebody less understanding."

"Fine." Selene huffed, and slipped him a credit chip.

"Well, looks like everything checked out clean. I'll get outta your hair."

Selene folded her arms and waited for Luna to finally be cleared to leave.

"I'm sorry!" She cried over comms as they took off again. "I just get so nervous!"

"It's okay, Luna. You're not doing anything wrong."

"I don't know why I get so worried about being searched. I'm not a pirate, I don't even know any pirates!"

Selene smiled.

She'd tell her eventually, if things between them got serious.

~~~

"S-So that's my cargo manifest, and as you can see everything is in order."

Luna was sweating bullets. She didn't know what it was about inspections, but just the idea that she might have accidentally messed something up and go to jail for it made her queasy.

"Ah, I don't need to read all that, girl. Just show me what you're hauling and we'll talk about what you're going to do with it, okay?"

The inspector clapped her on the back, and she squeaked. "Um. Okay?"

"Good girl."

This inspector was weird. She was very nice, but everything she said sounded scary somehow. It kind of reminded her of that one time Selene had gotten drunk while they were docked at Neptune and said some incredibly salacious things to her in a similar tone of voice before passing out at their table.

That… Wasn't a memory she needed right now. She was flustered enough.

"So um, this section is all iron ore, containers one through twenty-six."

"How wonderful. Next."

"Then these ones, twenty-seven through thirty-one, these are all, um, industrial air filters. It's- It's mostly all just stuff for the refinery." Luna explained.

"Okay, I think there's been a misunderstanding here." The inspector said, putting her arm around Luna's shoulder.

"O-Oh. I'm sorry?"

"It's okay, pretty girl. I was unclear. I want you to show me the good stuff, yeah?"

"The… Good stuff?" Pretty girl???

"The secret stuff, babygirl. The illegal stuff."

Luna went pale.

"Nonono, I-I don't have-" She babbled, and the inspector's face fell.

"Ohh, babygirl, I don't like being lied to." She said. Her sly smile was gone, her relaxed posture replaced with that of a predator looming over her prey.

"I'm- I'm not-" Luna said, backing away.

"Do you know what happens to people who lie to me?"

Luna backed into the side of a shipping container, and the inspector slammed an open palm next to her head. She flinched at the impact, tears welling in her eyes.

"They… Go to jail?"

The inspector's ominous appearance cracked, a smile showing through. "They- What?"

She giggled. She laughed at her and Luna's face burned and she didn't understand what was going on.

"You- You still think-" The inspector struggled to speak between fits of laughter. "Oh, oh I had heard Selene liked to play house with easy marks, but holy shit girl you're like, actually stupid."

That made Luna mad. Was she too trusting? Maybe. Was she bad at social situations? Sure. But she was not stupid, and she did not like being laughed at, and she definitely didn't like how this girl talked about Selene. She balled her hands into trembling fists.

"Whew, okay, let's do this from the top, with no subtlety so you can follow- ghlk!"

Luna punched the fake inspector in her stupid throat and tackled her to the ground, raining blows upon her arms as she attempted to guard her face.

~

Luna was released from the security office after a few hours. The cameras corroborated that the now very bruised woman in the other holding cell had been posing as a customs officer to gain access to her ship.

Selene was waiting for her when she got out, and swept her into her arms.

"I'm sorry," She said, "This is my fault, I-I haven't been honest with you."

"You're a pirate." Luna grumbled.

"Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Do you know her?"

"…Yeah. She's my ex."

"Then is what she said true?" Luna sniffled. "Are you just, playing house with me? Because I'm gullible?"

"No!"

"If-If I find out you're lying to me, I'll never forgive you."

"No, Luna, I was going to tell you everything, I swear."

"Okay." Luna said. "I believe you." She wiped her tears away with her sleeve. "So… That's the kind of girl you're into?"

"Not for a long time now. Too much trouble."

"What kind of girl are you into then?"

"…Okay," Selene said, blushing a little. "There is one other thing I need to tell you, while I'm spilling my secrets-"