#i need to make sheets for them or something

[machveil]

I’m kinda obsessed with your guard dog Simon x puppy reader😭how does Simon punish reader when he thinks she’s being naughty or not listening to his orders?? 😩

you know what, I’m also obsessed with GuardDog!Simon Riley x Puppy!Reader low-key high-key

CW: slight oral fixation, suggestive

GuardDog!Simon Riley doesn’t dish out punishments too often, he knows puppies get excited sometimes, wander off without batting an eye. when you leave his side he knows, cold gaze always following you, he waits for a moment before tailing after you. he likes to see if you’ll notice that you’ve walked away from him, and when you do he likes seeing you scramble back to his side. if you keep wandering away from him, on purpose or by accident, Simon will slip his arm around your neck. beefy bicep and strong forearm acting like a collar, making sure you stay with him

GuardDog!Simon Riley won’t do anything to embarrass you in public, but he isn’t afraid to lightly reprimand you. if you tease him for too long, a little too much, his chest will rumble - a deep, gravelly warning hum to knock it off. Simon doesn’t give you orders often, he’s more than pleased to follow your commands, but when you ignore his grumbled ‘quit it’? maybe, he thinks, it’s because his little puppy needs attention. he hasn’t been neglecting you, has he? surely not, he’s been by your side this entire trip, he’s kept you tucked against his side as you walked. but giving you a little attention wouldn’t hurt

GuardDog!Simon Riley who leads you to a quiet corner of the mall you’re in - a neglected hallway with benches and a humming vending machine. he’ll sit with his back to the hallway entrance, blocking the view of the outside world from you. just you and your mutt. it’s not a real punishment, he wouldn’t do that to you in the open, but this is good enough for now. “Open.”, voice low, he hums when you pout, seemingly trying to play indifferent. he likes the way your shoulders slope when he gently grabs your chin, thumb resting on your lip, “Open, pup?”. a gentler tone, one that has you breathing a little slower, opening your mouth for him slightly

a little attention, something to get your act together. GuardDog!Simon Riley who pushes his index and middle finger into your mouth, lets you dumbly suck on them while he pets your hair. easy to please, it always makes his heart squeeze when your eyelids droop, lashes fluttering as you melt. he doesn’t care if drool and spit run down his hand, Simon just watches over you - like a good dog should. his pretty little puppy, whining when Simon mumbles ‘release’. but you’re finally listening to him again, pulling off his fingers with spit slick lips. it always works in his favor, having you relaxed and little dumb. it makes it easier for him to keep you by his side, or walking in front of him to hide the tent in his pants

CW: Fem!Reader, Simon being a little condescending, ‘pup’ and ‘good girl’, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm denial

GuardDog!Simon Riley who gets you into bed when you get home. he doesn’t want to hurt his precious little pup, spanking you wouldn’t feel right to him. no, Simon bends you over his lap for a different reason. “Can’t protect you if ya keep runnin’ off.”, voice low and raspy, he smoothes his hand over your plush ass, tutting when you squirm. just a little training, something to get you to behave next time you go out with Simon. spitting on his fingers, he hums, “Good pups listen, yeah?”. his free hand is running through your hair, gently scratching your scalp as his middle finger dips into your cunt

he’s not being mean, he’s just trying to help you! good girls who listen get to come. he shushes you when you whine and moan a little too loud, presses your face against his sheets as he bullies his index finger into your heat, “I know, feels so good.”. it makes your brain melt, eyes screw shut - how softly he pets your hair and murmurs to you, how his fingers blur a bit from how fast he’s pumping into you. on the verge of sweet bliss when he pulls his hand away, sends you spiraling with a cry, “No.”. a low, rumbled command. he knows you’re smart, can do a trick for him, “Count.”

every time he denies you, you sob out another number - starting over when you lose track. thighs a slick mess as he abuses your poor cunt, stopping short of you orgasm for the umpteenth time, “Good, bein’ so pretty f’me. How many was tha’, pup?”. and when you finally blubber out ‘ten’ - even though that’s not a completely accurate count after hours of messing up - he feels pride warm his chest. “Good girl, can my dumb puppy beg?”, he can’t help the way his cock chubs up, achingly hard when you plead with him. a good guard dog makes sure you’re safe and sound, so Simon holds you close as he fucks his fingers into you, thumbing at your clit as you’re finally allowed release, “Don’t go runnin’ off again, got it?”

[writingwisterias]

A Helping Hand

Dormmate!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Masturbation, Sex toys, Oral (f), Slight Edging, Cum play, Leon cums on reader, I know he has a strong pull out game, Slight overstimulation

You groaned loudly as you stepped through the door, slamming it shut behind you leaving the terrible day behind you. You were half tempted to leave a sock on the door desperate for some quiet but that wouldn't be kind, Your dormmate didn’t do anything wrong. The two of you weren't in a high enough pay bracket to even afford a room on your own. You sighed looking at the clock on the wall, it wasn’t long until he came home; about half an hour to be exact. That gave you enough time to play; to slip out your vibrator you have been itching to use for a few days. You felt giddy as you pulled out the box from under the bed, it was only a small one as when packing you didn't want anyone risking seeing it. The cool metal of the bullet only made you squirm further, more than ready to release the stresses that have been clinging on for the past few days.

You stripped yourself exposing your pussy to the cold air of the dorm. Crawling onto the small bed before burying yourself under the duvet. You practically groaned as the vibrator hummed to life, the vibrations making your fingers go fuzzy. The bullet tickled your skin as you rubbed it over your nipples first; your breath shook in anticipation as you began bringing it down towards your clit. Gathering up the arousal that started to spill out of your aching cunt; bringing the wetness up towards the puffy ball of nerves. You sucked your lip between your teeth in an attempt to silence the moans that threatened to leave. The vibration pulsed through your clit as you circled it, overstimulation creeping in such a glorious way. Your surroundings began to fade into the background as you got lost in the pleasure that was building. The stress melting off your body. Now if only you had something that could fill your aching pussy hating the way your walls were forever clenching around nothing.

Leon paused at his dorm door, the keys pausing mid-air as he tried to figure out the noise. The low hum that flowed through the walls. Eventually, he gave up only to open the door of your form in bed. The duvet tented where your knees were raised, your head resting against the bed with your eyes pinched shut tightly. He froze unsure of what to do; Should he leave? Save you the embarrassment of having to explain what you were doing, leaving your poor body still worked up. His sock throbbed at the restraints of his pants as he watched the way you squirmed under the duvet, the hand that wasn’t holding the vibrator gripping at the sheets so tightly your knuckles were going red. He would be lying if he hadn’t thought of making a move on you, imagining what it would feel like to be buried inside your velvet walls; feeling your juices drip down his cock to his balls. He shut the door loud enough for your head to shoot up towards the door. Apolgies spilt from your heaving chest as you attempted to ground yourself. He felt bad denying your orgasm, preventing you from the high he could see you were so close.

His presence at the edge of the bed was a silent question towards you, one that you pathetically nodded as your fingers grazed each other. You hated the whine that left your lips; making you sound so pathetic and needy for him. Leon pulled the duvet away from your legs - finding the vibrator discarded between them; still giving off a low hum that ran through the bedding. Your pussy shined in the low light of the bedroom, your arousal already damping the sheets beneath you. He always wondered what it would taste like as he ran his tongue against your folds - taking in the precious juices that you created. “D-do you need help?” he asked, his fingers at the hem of his shirt. If you didn't want this he would leave the room, go and find somewhere else to deal with his problem as you finished yours. “You don't have you.I’m sorry you walked in on this” you said between breaths; your mind still foggy from the pleasure, your body craving more. Leon didn’t reply instead settling in between your parted legs and began to feast.

His tongue lapped up everything you had to offer, his lips sucking on your sensitive nub like it was his last meal. He groaned as your fingers tugged at the strands of his blond hair; pulling him closer and practically smothering him with your pussy. He didn’t seem to be affected as he continued, only diving his tongue deeper inside your hole. You could still feel the bullet vibrating against the mattress, your hand leaving his head in an attempt to try and find it. Leon pulled away smiling at you, his lips covered in a gloss of you. “You don't need that anymore” He teased pulling it out from underneath him and turning it off. It landed against his bed with a small thud. You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a chiselled chest; one that you weren't aware of him having. Next were his jeans and underwear; expertly removing both of them revealing his erection. Pre cum beaded at the tip, his body almost seeming as desperate for this release as you were. Perhaps both of you will benefit from this accidental slip-up.

His tip ran along your folds, gathering up your arousal as a lubricant. You smiled at his whines as his head fell against your shoulder whilst he slowly pushed himself in. Your nails dug into his shoulders as your walls stretched to accommodate him, what he lacked in size he gained in girth. “Fucking hell-” he groaned in your ear, nipping at your pulse point. You smiled against the skin of his neck, taking in the scent of cheap body spray and after spray. He pulled back, shimming his knees under your thighs, lifting you to the perfect arch. His finger dug into the flesh of your hips as he began to move, watching as your weeping cunt welcomed him inside. Leon groaned at the white ring that formed around his base, the small tuff of hair that he had yet to shave began to curl from the wetness of you. Your moans were heavenly as he drove himself faster and deeper inside your welcoming warmth.

He continued to get lost in his own pleasure, driving his hips forward so he was bottoming out each thrust. He couldn't help it, he was so desperate for you craving to see what this felt like from the first night he shared with you. He remembers it each time he rubbed himself in the communal showers, the way your duvet had pooled at the bottom of your bed in your sleep; exposing your body to the night air in just some underwear and an oversized shirt. Eventually he would watch you steal his own shirts displaying yourself around the room as you studied. "I've wanted this since the moment we moved in together" he grunted, his balls slapping against the skin the of your ass as the tightened. "The final straw was you stealing my shirts like you owned me...like you were mine to take. You are now"

Normally a possessive man would be a red flag, especially a college student. But his words only added to the flurry of pleasure that ran through you. White hot pleasure exploded around your clit as it begged to be touched again. Your hand sneaks past his grip, your small fingers dancing around the sensitive nub causing your legs to tighten around his hips trapping him against you. "Fuck princess I can't pull out if you do that" he grunted. His large hands brought your legs over his shoulders, his body shadowing yours as he thrusted deeper inside. He smirked as your eyes rolled back, your fingers moving away from your clit as you began to loosen ready for your orgasm.

You were so pretty like this, so flexible for him to take as you began to drift off into your orgasm. He bent your body further until you were completely smothered underneath him. "So close please-"

"I know baby I know...let go for me" he cooed. Your face pinched tight as a silent moan left your lips. He could feel your gush around his cock as your walls squeezed him so tight practically trapping him inside. He pulled out of you, leaving your walls clenching around nothing as he used the juices to finish himself off. You smiled as you watched his tip spurt his cum on your body, the stream leaving him so fast he could barely aim it. You watched as the cloudy substance decorated your tits and neck, scooping it up with your fingers to get a taste. Leon whimpered at the sight as he milked himself dry, his cock now semi hard connecting to your stomach with a dribble of cum.

You watched his chiseled chest rise and fall as he stared at you. His lips curve into a smile like he finally won a prize, and to him he did. You were the prettiest girl on campus and he finally had enough luck to actually get you. He bent down to kiss you, the taste of yourself still lingering on his lips. "Round 2" he murmured against your lips. You only smiled, finally thankful you had a way to get rid of the stress of your course.

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Hi hi hii! I hope all is well with you :3 I really enjoy your Boothill fics, they bring me so much joy! If it's possible, could I request something?

I've had this idea in my mind about mechanic!reader overworking themselves, not eating, sleeping, or hydrating as they should be as they can forget to tend to their own needs at times...(sadly you can't solely sustain yourself on candy and sugar)

Then Boothill comes to visit them and finds mechanic!reader in an exhausted state, basically forcing them to eat actual food and rest up.

a/n: 1.8k w.count - cw!!: mentions of being awake a long time and not eating!!

boothill just finished up two different jobs he was on, one solo and another pitching in to help a pal that was conveniently in the area. after such hard and capable work, he figures he's owed a quick pass by your shop. that, and something in the back of his head was nagging at him to swing by- and it wasn't because of his neuro-chip.

stepping through the shop's entrance, the door pushes open and the bell above the door chimes. before he can open his jaw and call out to you, searching you out in the premise, he instead starts yelling in shocked noises.

from above, a small mass of something emerges from the shadows of the ceiling. the exposed pipes that line the walls are the perfect place for something small, like critters or rodents, to trek and hide on.

the cowboy half expected a racoon or something to land on his head. what he didn't expect was the feeling of metal bashing into his face instead of a mass of fur and talons.

"son of a-!" he almost fully curses. taking two steps back in lieu of the 'attack', he raises his hand and grabs the metal clinging onto his face and hair. "get offa' me!" he hisses.

the sound of familiar beeps has him using his grip a bit more carefully. working on cooling down his insides that had been fired up into a friendzy, boothill successfully pulls ore off of his face to look at him properly.

"the hell do you think you're doin', eh lil fella?" the little assistant robot that usually stuck to you like glue flails in the air as boothill holds him between his finger and thumb by the sides of his rectangular head.

the expression the robot has on its face was accompanied by it's flinging arms and legs: [＞﹏＜]!!

"ey, ey, ey, lil dude, chill out."

boothill marches to the desk that acts less like a reception desk and more like a display counter. setting ore down, its flailing stops but the squeezed expression stays put. the cyborg bend at the waist, laying one of his arms over the counter to get- more or less- eyelevel with the little helper with the other going to his hip.

"okay, what's the problem. where's your fixer?" boothill asks. its a joke between the two of you that you act more like ore's guardian than owner. so, in regard to your identity, to ore you became his 'fixer'. ore points one of its metal coated arms behind him and one of its legs stomps. "in that back?" ore nods. "alright, let's go check on 'em shall we?"

ore, instead of taking a ride on boothill's shoulder or being carried in his palm, hops from the counter and rushes around through the doorways that you always keep propped open during shop hours. boothill struts his way through the shop, leisurely following the fella.

as he makes his way through the shop, boothill finally notes the lack of noise he's so used to hearing. no knocking on metal, or drilling of tools. no hint of work, not even your murmuring echoed through the building. it was just quiet.

well now he's just starting to worry.

adding a half-step to his stride, boothill follows the beeping provided from ore and finds himself coming through the cracked doors of your far back work room.

ore is already up on your desk thanks to your installation of small metal-sheeted pullies you made for it. its standing by your head that rests on your arms, folded over your desktop. both of its arms push against your skull, fretting in digital sounds.

walking in, boothill makes his way to your back, placing a gentle touch to the space between your shoulders. his free hand pushes against your desktop, leaning over to try and see if your face was peeking out of your arm pillow situation at all. you were out like a light, but you should be sleeping in bed.

"ey, sugar," boothill softly calls. his hand rubs against your back, rustling your shirt to try gently coaxing you awake. it gets him no where. "hey," he tries again. with a bit of a harsher shake of your shoulder, you bolt upwards. with a gasp from both you and boothill, ore stumbles backward onto its metal backend from the force in which you eject him from your skull. you whip your head back and forth, blinking wearily and rapidly before you finally register boothill's arrival.

"the hell, when did you get here?" your voice is groggy and rushed, and if the ranger hadn't just jostled you awake from your desk, he'd find it pretty cute.

"does it matter? why the hell you sleepin' at your desk? you have a bed."

"what? oh, no, it's fine." you rub your palms into your eyes, blinking back the black splotches it causes when you pull them away. "i just dozed off in the middle of something."

"uh huh." boothill is unconvienced. "you wouldn't be neglectin' your needs just for some work, now would yah?"

"what? no. no, i'm fine. perfectly healthy."

"i didn't ask if you were healthy." you don't offer him anything more and he sighs. shifting his weight, he puts on hand on his hip. "ore," he beckons the robot and it answers with a beep. "when's the last time your fixer here took care of themself?" there's a spinning dial on his digital screened face before a number pops up.

[21 hours ago !!]

boothill's jaw drops in disbelief.

your jaw drops in betrayal.

you jump from your stool, palms against your worktable while ore's 'face' lights up with exclamation points [!!!!!] before scampering away from your ire.

"are you serious right now?" boothill bites as you look over your shoulder at him. his arms are crossed, and a frown settles on his lips. it's rare you're on the receiving end of a scolding since it's usually you telling him off for being reckless or the like when he comes in for repairs. you kind of hate it to be honest.

"it's fineee," you draw out, huffing as you run your hand over your face. you have a headache, and standing up so quickly didn't help.

boothill clicks his tongue. clearly you were in no mood to listen. it dawns on him that ore's little attack from the entrance was probably him trying to persuade potential clientele away so you could rest. but seeing boothill come through the doors, the robot instead took his arrival as his saving grace.

boothill is a hardened galaxy ranger. but he also happens to be a big softie too.

"have it your way," the cowboy shrugs before pushing you away from your workstation by your shoulder. getting just enough distance between you and your job, he bends at his knees, hooks one of his arms around your side and hoists you up. you find yourself face first against his back with his tattered, red scarf brushing your cheek.

you feel and hear the contraptions and hinges in his body hiss and work to accomodate your weight over his shoulder.

"boothill!" you push your palms against the dip of his back, pushing your body up as much as you can as he starts carting you off.

"ore, be a lil' helper and grab your fixer something to put in their stomach. one of them small shakes or somethin' will do." ore, with its marching orders, obeys and dashes off once again. you almost regret that you programmed ore to obey boothill too.

in truth, boothill would prefer food in your stomach, but ore is about 2 fists tall. a prepackaged supplement from your fridge will have to suffice.

you don't fight him as much as he expected as he marches to your room where he rolls you off his shoulder and onto your mattress. landing with a soft thud, you dont have time to recover before he's throwing a pillow from the floor at your face.

"umph! hey, quit it!" you hiss, pushing the pillow aside. the ranger takes a seat at the foot of your bed as you shuffle to sit up and bring your legs in so he doesn't crush them. his knees are perched apart and his arms crossed. he watches the door, saying nothing, waiting for ore to come in. "are you really upset about this?"

"do i seem happy?" he shoots back.

"you dont need to get lippy with me," you bite as he rolls his eyes.

"i apparently do. not taking care of yourself properly? you can't be doing that, sugar." his scolding tone softens the more he talks. seeing how high strung he is about this, you feel almost guilty. you start picking at the fabric of your shirt.

ore soon brings you in something to consume that's better than nothing at all and helps sooth the post-sleep irritation in your throat. you didn't realize how scratchy it felt until you were forced to.

you're not sure when it happens, but at some point boothill has you laying down properly in your bed with a new change of clothes. and not too much later, you're sleeping before you could even try to fight back.

ore takes the empty container that was once full of your meal substitute and trots off to discard of it. boothill sits at the edge of your bed, where he's been planted the whole time. the cowboy observes you from a lean, his elbows resting on his metal knees.

you're breathing easy, which is good, but he still grimaces at the tiredness gathered under your closed, relaxed eyes. with your face washed of muck and soot, he can see your fatigue clearer.

boothill groans quietly, lowering his head as one of his hands comes to brush the hair off the side of his face and ruffle the strands together, definitely knotting it up. when he brings his hand back down, he winces when some strands pull from his scalp- his whole head is sensitive, so he should've known better.

when it seems like you're down for the count and won't wake up the moment he leaves you alone, boothill stands from your bed. the blanket is rumpled from where he's been sitting, and the impression of his presence is visible to his one good eye. oddly, it's comforting.

lifting his hat, he swings it down off his head and sets it gently on your bed side table that's littered with all sorts of odd and ends. along with a barely working alarm clock that has one of the digital numbers flickering in and out. you'll have to rewire that soon. he leaves it with you as he dismisses himself to let you rest.

beyond your bedroom, ore beeps and bops with noises as boothill sits at the reception desk. his legs crossed at the ankles and propped up on the desk with his arms crossed as he... talks? with ore.

any customer that walks in is met with a mean glare and a harsh 'get out' before he's shooing them out the door.

his nine-mililmeter is only on the desk next to him for some.... extra incentive.

a/n pt.2: i tried incorporating a few of ore's expressions with emoticons. is that lame? too cheesy? who knows. i love that little robot tho. [anyways sorry this rq took so long anon hnnnnng]

[moonchildreads]

don't you know what the night can do?

summary: you call for help in the middle of the night and eddie comes to your rescue

pairing: best friend!eddie x reader

tags/warnings: mdni. technically a college au? depression, abusive relationship (not eddie, he's a sweetie), talks of potential homelessness, no SA happens but eddie thinks it did for a second before it's cleared up (again, it does NOT happen, but since it could be triggering consider this your warning), hurt/comfort, happy ending!

wc: 2.8k

a/n: i was supposed to post this yesterday but upon rereading it i realised it was me trauma dumping so i rewrote a significant portion of this to make it into it's own thing. i hope it brings you as much comfort for you as it did for me, and if you are in a situation like reader is, please seek help. i believe in you and i am rooting for you 🖤

Now's the time when it's down to me and you Spread these wings, we'll be flying

It’s already late when the phone rings and he’s immediately shoving his feet into his sneakers, rushing out the door of his apartment and into his van. It’s even more late when he parks across the street and decides against waking your entire building up by ringing your doorbell. Hurriedly, he searches his glove box for that little spare key you gave him for emergencies - the one that has a big metal ring and a tiny plastic tab with your name on it. He lets himself in, the storm outside in the sky and inside your head getting worse and worse every second that ticks by.

Eddie finds you slumped against the small table where your phone rests, the receiver still in your hand, and he knows. He knows something terrible has happened and it doesn’t matter that he’s been anticipating it ever since you told him you’d begun dating that asshole classmate of yours because nothing could have prevented his heart from shattering the moment he sees you.

You’re a lifeless looking doll, devoid of any emotion and feeling. He’d fear you’re actually dead if he couldn’t see your chest rising and falling slowly.

“Sweetheart?” he says, lowering himself to where you’re sitting and trying not to spook you. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?” you say, almost surprised when his eyes come into view. “You’re here.”

“Yeah, baby, of course I’m here,” he shuffles closer to you, but still doesn’t touch you.

Eddie swears he can still feel your arms around his neck sometimes, how your hands always used to find his, and how your legs would tangle on the couch all the time. You don’t like to be touched too much these days. He misses your warmth.

“Are you okay?” he repeats.

“Cold.”

“You’re cold? Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“NO!”

Your voice rings loud in the quiet apartment, your eyes locking with his in a fiery yet terrified stare. What are you so afraid of? Eddie takes in your appearance and it’s clear that you’ve been crying, though he doesn’t really understand why. He peers into the hallway that leads to your bedroom, searching for answers though he finds none.

“I- I’m sorry… I made a mess,” you explain, deflating once more. “I was upset and the sheets, they… they’re not on the bed anymore.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie says. “We can put them back on.”

You afford him a movement that barely registers as a nod and he thinks he hasn’t seen duller eyes in his entire life, except for when he used to look into the mirror when he was younger. You shouldn’t feel like that, not if he can help it. He raises up onto his knees, still keeping his distance but signaling that it’s time to get up.

“It’s late, sweetheart. Come on, you need to get some sleep.”

“Can… can I get a hug first? Please?” you whisper, your face contorting into a pitiful sight.

Eddie doesn't say anything before he pulls you into a tight hug, his arms shielding you from anything and everything that might be trying to hurt you. He lets you bury yourself into him, lets you crawl underneath his skin and bones, become a part of his very soul and he holds you tighter whenever you exhale another heavy breath.

He waits and waits with his ass turning into ice on the harsh linoleum floor of your kitchenette area, and he doesn’t let go before you do because you once read to him that you should always hug kids until they let go first and he still hasn’t forgotten about it. A booming thunder shakes your windows and Eddie feels as though the storm has moved inside your home. You are no longer a kid, but right now you remind him too much of himself when he first went to live with Wayne, and so he keeps holding you until you pull away first.

"I really needed that, thank you," you smile up at him, but it doesn't reach your eyes. He takes it as a win anyways, because you haven’t smiled in a while and Eddie has always loved your smile.

"You can have as many hugs as you'd like, sweetheart. Why don't you go take a shower while I get your bed ready, huh? You can leave the door open if you want, I’ll be here."

You follow him into your hallway, eyes full of tears at his words. He might be the only person in the world that knows you better than you know yourself, and you don’t take that for granted. You take a hot shower and rub at your skin with your washcloth until it's raw and sensitive and cleansed, and when you come out wrapped in your fluffiest towel Eddie says nothing about the fact that when he walked into your bedroom, he could tell that you’d ripped your bed sheets off the mattress somewhere between a nervous fit and calling him in the middle of the night. There’s a new set, clean and smelling like your favorite fabric softener, and he’s laid out your most comfortable sleepwear at the end of your bed.

Eddie throws your used sheets into the washing machine and gets it started while you get changed, and when you're done you fish out a pair of his pajama pants and a shirt he left behind what feels like eons ago. He thanks you, almost surprised to see you have those clothes and it dawns on you that he doesn’t remember he gave them to you, because you haven't had one of the movie nights where he used to wear them in a while now. When you're both ready for bed, Eddie lifts your covers for you and tucks you in, laying next to you on top of the duvet.

"You can get in if you want," you say, and it's clear you want him to do it.

Eddie thinks he'll never be able to say no to you, so he gets in without you having to ask twice. You are quick to shift closer to him once he gets under the sheets and he takes the hint to put his arms around you, bringing your head to his shoulder and tangling his legs with yours. It’s been ages since he’s held you like this and he’s not going to start complaining about it now - not when you’re right back where you’ve always belonged.

"I have to move out by the end of the month," you mutter, starting to explain the night's events.

"That sucks. You’ve been house hunting yet?"

"No. I found out today and I was hoping Matt would help."

"And he didn't," Eddie says, knowingly.

"He didn't," you confirm. "I asked him to come over earlier because I was upset and he said he’d be here for dinner."

"You cooked?" he hums, petting the back of your head.

"Yeah. I made, uhm, lemon chicken? It wasn't very good."

You've always been a wonderful cook, at least in Eddie's eyes. You don't have a lot of recipes you can whip out from under your belt upon short notice, but the ones you do have are some of his favorites. The chocolate chip cookies he has to hide from Wayne, the chicken noodle soup you bring over when he’s sick, the banana pancakes that always went along with his scrambled eggs and bacon when he used to sleep over. You've never made lemon chicken for him, but you're good at following a cookbook so he thinks it mustn't have turned out inedible.

By now Eddie has learned that "it wasn't very good" means "Matt didn't like it". He doesn’t understand why that piece of shit is dating you if never likes anything you do. Hearing you repeat the things he says to make you feel bad makes your best friend want to dig through your fridge for the leftovers and eat them all just to prove to you that your boyfriend is wrong.

"I think I have to break up with Matt."

Your words make Eddie's head turn. Of all the things you could have said tonight, this was not something he ever imagined. He could have sworn you'd date Matt until he'd decided he'd had enough of you, or you'd marry him and he'd have to sit in the front row watching that fucking guy sap you of your life force for the rest of your days.

Eddie is haunted by the sound of your vacant voice when you'd asked him to come over. At the forefront of his mind he can see it all in loose pieces: the disarray in your bedroom, your obsession with being clean, Matt not being here after you said he’d come over earlier for dinner. He waits for you to paint a clear picture, hoping he won't have to break your boyfriend's nose (or worse) when he sees him around.

"Did he hurt you?" Eddie asks, heart sinking.

"I don't think he likes me anymore," you say, breaking down. Eddie shifts closer and holds you while you shiver. "He, um… he said I can't live with him if I can't find a place before I have to move out of here. A-and when I got upset because I don't want to be fucking homeless during my last semester, he- he tried to distract me with sex."

"What the fuck."

"I t-think he only came o-over ‘cause he wan- he wanted to get laid," you admit between hiccups. "And when he- he couldn't g-get it, he just left.”

"Sweetheart, fuck, I'm so sorry. He's such a fucking asshole," he lets you sob into his arms, the tears coming out of your tired eyes rivalring the downpour outside hitting your windows.

“He- he wouldn’t even hug me. I was crying and he just stood there! He doesn’t care about me being homeless, he- he doesn’t care about me at all!”

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he says gently, and you want to believe he’s telling the truth but you don’t. You can’t.

“It’s not. It’s not okay,” you try to move away but he follows you, heart chasing after yours.

"What do you mean, baby?" he brushes a tear away from your face as you both sit up.

“I- I don’t know what’s wrong and I’m just… there’s nothing in here,” you say through your teeth while you grab at your shirt frantically, scaring him with the rough motion. "I feel so empty and I think- I know there's something really wrong with me, Eddie. Something has to be wrong. I’m not normal.”

"Hey, no, no, there's nothing wrong with you," he pulls you into him once more, not letting you run away from him again. "Sweetheart, I promise you, you're- you're not empty, what are you even saying? You're full - you're so full. You're full of love, a-and kindness, and if that son of a bitch is making you feel like you're not full then, I don’t know, dump his ass! He's mean and pathetic, please don't- don't break yourself into a million pieces for someone who doesn't deserve you."

"I don't feel full, Ed."

"That’s okay, we can work on it," Eddie says, confidently. "And I’m not gonna let you be homeless, I swear. You can move in with me until you feel ready to start house hunting!"

"What if I never feel better?"

"Then we’ll live together forever,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and you know he means it.

"Ed-"

"Babe. I'm serious. One hundred percent. You can even have my bedroom, I don't care."

"And where are you gonna sleep, huh? Don't be stupid."

"Wayne slept in the living room for like a decade and he's still kicking, I'll survive."

You turn in his arms so you can look at him. Eddie looks back at you with his warm eyes and mischievous smile firmly planted on his face. He’s so special to you. And luckily for him, you've never been able to say no to him either.

"When is your lease over?" you ask, wiping your tears and feeling suddenly determined.

"Uh, after you graduate I think?"

"I’ll move in with you but don't renew it. Let's find a new place."

"Yeah?" Eddie grins. "You wanna be roommates? For real?"

"I think- I think it could be good for me," you raise your hands and squish his cheeks. I think you could be good for me. "I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you."

"Me too," he says, gaze softening.

He knows it's not your fault Matt has taken over your life, not when he's conditioned you for the past year to depend on him for everything. Eddie also knows he himself has been the source of many of your fights, and while it hurts to see you cry every time Matt gives you the silent treatment until you apologize for something you didn't do, your adamant refusal to cut your best friend off your life makes him incredibly proud of you.

As much as you've stood up for Eddie throughout your lives, you've never been good at standing up for yourself. He thinks it’s time he starts standing up for you too.

"You, um," Eddie starts, grabbing your wrists to pull your hands away from his cheeks and onto his lap. "You really are gonna break up with him though, right? Because I don't think I can pretend like everything's cool with the guy when he keeps hurting you like this."

"No, I know. I can't keep going like this anymore. There's... there's so much stuff you don't even know, Ed. Sometimes he really scares me," you confess.

"He hasn't, like… hit you or anything, right?" his throat constricts.

"No, but he says things... weird things. He's so mean sometimes,” you huff, finally getting rightfully angry. “He got mad for no reason the other day and said that the only time he felt I loved him was when he got sick and I stayed with him during Spring Break. I spent an entire week taking care of him and then when he gave me the fucking plague, because of course I got it from him, Robin had to take care of me because he was sooo busy."

"He's such a goddamn loser, he totally held you hostage ‘cause you had plans that didn’t involve him for once. I knew he had a problem with us going to Steve's cabin, he’s never liked any of us!”

"Also he says I humiliate him in class because I think I'm smarter than him. Like it’s my fault his grades suck.”

"You are, though," Eddie says, grinning.

“Huh?”

"You are smarter than him. You have always been the smartest of us all."

"No, I’m not,” you scoff. “Nancy was valedictorian."

"Be real, you didn't want that shit anyway."

"No, I really didn't," you giggle softly. "I was too busy running around town with you and Jonathan.”

“Those were the good days,” he snorts. “We totally made Hopper age in dog years.”

After the laughter ends, you two look at each other and know that something has changed tonight. Something that was slowly veering off track got violently course-corrected, and you let yourself feel hopeful for the first time in a very long time.

You’ll go to sleep in Eddie’s arms and wake up to the smell of him frying bacon. You’ll whip your banana pancakes from thin air and you’ll start deciding together what you want to sell, what you’ll put in storage and what you’ll take with you once you move out of your place. You’ll talk about your finals coming up and Eddie’s new job, and he’ll do the dishes while you call Nancy, who’ll call Jonathan, who’ll shake Argyle up, who’ll call Eden, who’ll call and wake up Robin, who’ll yell at a sleepy Steve to get up, who’ll then call you to ask when they should be coming to help you lug all your stuff into Eddie’s van.

And Matt won’t call all weekend, because he doesn’t care about you, but you will never know that because you’ll be getting drunk at Robin and Steve’s while Eden tells you about a two bedroom apartment that a classmate of hers is vacating after graduation, and everyone else will make bets on how long it’s going to take for you and Eddie to notice that you won’t actually need two bedrooms.

But for now, with eyes that hurt from crying and limbs that feel heavy with a tiredness you’ve been carrying for months, you feel a little less empty because you know that no matter what the future holds, you’ll always have Eddie by your side.

thank you for reading!

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Photocopies

2.2K / Javier Peña x fem!reader

Summary: You catch Javi off guard in the embassy photocopy room.

Warnings: Angst (sorry!), longing, some hurt (no comfort). Previous relationship, mention of past infidelity (or is it??). Mainly Javi's POV. Nicknames as usual (Pretty bird, baby).

A/N: This is a direct follow-up to Birthday Present, taking place S1/S2 Narcos, ~2 months after reader’s birthday; I don't think you need to read it but it gives some context. I'm sorry, there is no HEA for these two dummies yet, this is just another little one shot (not quite ready to commit to writing another long series!), but I hope those of you who remember them from Birthday Present will still enjoy seeing them again 🥹🥰

Dividers by @saradika-graphics / Tagging @milla-frenchy who knows why 🥹😘

Mierda. 

Javier can see the consecutive flashes of the photocopier’s green scan light accompanied by the hum of the machine in repetitive use as he walks down the hall towards the U.S. Embassy’s main floor copier room.  It sounds like whoever’s occupying the photocopier is in the middle of a big job – he sighs with an air of unjustified frustration.  Such would be his luck when he’s already running late for his meeting with the CIA attaché. 

He rounds into the room chest first, ready to barrel over whichever unfortunate intern stands, however unintentionally, between DEA Agent Javier Pena and something he needs to hopefully get ahead of Escobar, when he’s stopped dead in his tracks.

It’s you.  You, with a thoughtful look on your face as you adorably chew your bottom lip while counting the sheets in your hand, surrounded by neat piles of paper covering every available flat surface in the copier room.

Mierda. 

Still preoccupied by your collating project, you haven’t looked up to notice that you’re no longer alone in the small, stifling room – out of consideration or cowardice, but most likely both, Javier loathes to disturb you.  He hasn’t spoken to you in nearly four months - he’ll be damned if the first time he does so causes you inconvenience.  He’s already done so much worse to you. 

Fuck it - those spooks can make do with one copy of his Satellite Repositioning request.  If the CIA needs a second copy so badly, let them come down and make it themselves, he convinces himself.  Javier steps back silently, slowly backing out of the room. 

“How many copies do you need?”

Stunned by the sweet lilt of your voice, Javier remains motionless.  He suspects that you don’t know it’s him, but rather you had felt another person’s presence in the room and your considerate nature simply offered what you intuitively knew was needed.  But to his surprise, your eyes meet his directly when he looks up; he searches them for any sign of distaste or distain now that you recognize him as your intruder, but sees nothing except sincerity.  Your hand is already outstretched, waiting for his form.

He should leave.  Say he changed his mind about needing copies.  Say he got lost in this building that he’s worked in for years.  Say something.

“Don’t want to interrupt you.  I’ll come back.”

You throw an easy, encouraging smile his way and wave your still reaching hand dismissively in graceful sweeps that only serve to remind Javier of how effortlessly charming you are; your voice an enchanting song with its lightness, “I’m going to be forever.  Come on, gimme.”  You wiggle your fingers playfully, beckoning Javier to give over his paper - not knowing you also call for his heart with this enticing gesture.

He can refuse you nothing, though you could never know that, and hands over his single sheet readily, “Just one please.”

You take his form and titter to yourself as you diligently set aside the stack you were organizing, careful not to lose your place before laying his paper face down on the glass to copy, “I’ll make you two, just in case.”

Though the sound of the copy machine whirling to life fills the room, the silence between the two people in it somehow rings louder.  Javier looks around awkwardly, his eyes taking in the goliath of paperwork that you were in the middle of taming – should he apologize for interrupting?  No, it would likely ring hollow to your ears; he’s committed worse transgressions for which he still owes you an apology.  But the lump in his throat compels him to engage you; he’s a man starved, ready to beg for any meager scraps of attention you’re willing to throw his way.

“I thought you had a secretary to do all this admin for you – is Renee away?”

You laugh and the sound chimes in Javier’s ear like a chorus of cathedral bells; he never thought he’d have the honour of drawing such music from you again.  “No, she’s here.  But when it’s big booklets for interdepartmental meetings, I just like to do it myself.”

Right - Javier knows this about you.  You take such prodigious care with everything, of everyone.  Any fool at the embassy, and there were many, could see you’re a powerhouse, work ethic and dedication unmatched, and completely deserving of the respect and praise you reap – he’s always been proud of you.

Handing him his two copies and original, you toss Javier another soft smile before turning back to your task.  Whatever this interlude was, whatever grace granted him a few moments of cordiality with you is gone now, and Javier takes the papers from you with a genuine, but melancholy, “Thanks.”  He heads out of the room, feeling somehow happier and yet just as lost as he has been these past few months.

“Javi?”

He’s stopped again, this time not just by your melodic voice, but the song of his shortened name on your lips – his own heart longs to sing back a response in duet.  Turning, he finds you already looking at him, the irises of your knowing eyes swirling with tenderness, 

“Thank you for my birthday present.”

How did you know?  Javier had been so confident in the stealth of his actions, he’s silence by the revelation that you know he left a gift on your desk two months ago.

“I wear them all the time,” you turn your elegant neck slightly to show Javi the silver hair clips, each adorned with a small, delicate bird, tucked prettily behind your ear.

He manages to choke out a confession, “I know.” 

He does know.  Like a lovesick magpie, Javi’s heart would leap every time he caught the flash of silver in your hair at the embassy: during the meetings you expertly lead that he had the privilege of attending, via quick glimpses of you as you hurried towards the breakroom with your colleagues for a much-needed cup of coffee, when he stole longing glances at you from the DEA’s offices down the hall from the windows that ran alongside your desk in Treasury.  Each time you wore them, it gave Javi a surge a pride (and some relief) to know that amidst all the pain he had caused, he could still bring you some joy.

You’re looking at him now, eyes shiny and full of emotion, “I love them – they’re so beautiful.  Thank you for having thought of me.”

Javi’s body carries him across the small room and into your waiting arms of its own accord. All the strength he strains to wield on a daily basis in order to stay away from you evaporating under that tender gaze he thought had been forever lost to him.

He holds you close but not too tight, unable to tear his eyes from the sweetness of your expression.  How could you still look at him with anything other than disappointment, hate?  Despite what he did, you remain good.  Kind.  Feeling.  You wash over him like an inevitable wave and Javi wants more than anything to drown in you again.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Baby.

Drinking in his soft utterance of the endearment, you earnestly study the man who was once yours.  Javi looks apprehensive and guarded, like he can’t quite settle into the tenderness of this moment – expecting at any second for you to shove him away, curse him.  Your heart aches to witness his anxiety – he’s still the man you knew, believed in: one whose bravado and tough exterior harbours a sensitive and deeply feeling heart, one who never thinks he deserves good things even when he extends himself for the sake of others.  You take Javi’s face into your hands, feeling the flex of his strong jaw beneath your palms as he inhales and swallows deeply at the loving gesture, still convinced this unexpected peace will be ripped from him.

“Do you miss me, Javi?”

How can he possibly answer but truthfully? Even if you weren’t looking at him so tenderly and with such vulnerability, Javi’s never been able to hide from you, lie to you. Insinuate falsities, yes. Mislead, perhaps. But outright lying? Never. How could the moon ever lie to the sun?

“Yes, pretty bird. Every day,” Javi closes his eyes and presses his forehead to yours, sealing in the truth of his words.

He’s being selfish.  It’s selfish to want to pull out the knife that’s lodged permanently in his chest; the one he placed there himself when he broke your heart, to stab and remind him with every breath he takes of what he’s lost.  What he’s broken.

If he could remove the blade for even a moment, then for that moment he can be your Javi again.  The one you trusted to take care of your heart.  The one who was ever grateful that an angel like you saw something in him, something he thought had long been snuffed out by the savagery of the Columbian sicarios and the cruelty of Escobar.  The Javi you had patiently nurtured back to life with your compassion and gentle touch.  The one whose vow of love you never questioned; he hadn't thought himself capable of such devotion, but you had easily unlocked it from within him with your own.

Selfishness wins today.  Javi removes the knife and lets himself be that man again with a tentative press of his lips to yours.  Immediately, he’s overtaken by the honey of your kiss – every brush of your pretty pout reminds him of all his favourite kisses with you: soft, secret kisses in hidden corners at the office; hard and heavy make outs outside the embassy walls away from prying eyes; tender kisses of promises intended to be kept while on dates or just laying in bed; possessive, dangerous kisses used to muffle moans of pleasure not meant for the ears of any other; hungry and urgent kisses heralding toe-curling, earthshattering orgasms; and sweet kisses of affirmation after every declaration of I love you.

Javi kisses you to make up for every single kiss he’s missed since he kissed you last.  He kisses you like he has the forever with you he threw away so cruelly all those month ago.  He tightens his arms around you as you melt into his kiss, momentarily forgetting how to let you go again.  Your soft whimper of surrender into his mouth jolts him back to reality.  He doesn’t have forever with you.  You aren’t his, and you shouldn’t be his.  He’s been warned.

It’s time to put the knife back in and Javier knows it won’t just be his own heart he wounds when he does so.

“Baby, we can’t.”

“Javi…” The way you say his name now has none of the harmony that invited him in earlier; this is a plea.

“Pretty bird, I’m no good for you.  Look at you – you’re perfect and you have everything going for you.  Everything you are is beyond my wildest dreams – you’re destined for the kind of future that has no place in it for a guy like me.  You deserve someone who can give you the best things in life.  You deserve someone better than me.”

You’re shaking your head, ready to argue and Javier thinks, no – he knows you would prevail.  He’s come over to your side of every argument the two of you ever had - won over by your intelligence, your passion, or simply for the joy it brought him to give you anything you wanted.  He has to put a stop to this before your eloquence and kindness can disarm him, so he pushes the knife in further, “You deserve someone who can be loyal to you.”

Javier can physically feel the flow of air that rushes in to fill the space created between the two of you as you shrink away from him.

It’s as if he can see the cinema in your eyes replaying that horrible scene from four months earlier when you caught him bare chested and pants unbuttoned, with a half naked Vanessa on his couch.  And just like that, the ache of his betrayal is renewed and your hurt rolls off your frame in lines so thick Javier thinks he might be able to pluck them out of the air with his fingers.

He twists the knife, even though it kills him to do so, “I never got the chance to apologize for that. I’m sorry.”

You nod, otherwise unmoving - stilled by that old pain you thought you had buried dead threating to crawl up your tightening throat.

Javi’s shoulders hunch, drooping with a defeat of his own making, “Thank you for the copies.”

“You’re welcome, Agent.”

Agent.

And just like that he’s Agent again.  Not baby, Javi, or even Javier.  Just Agent.

This third time he goes to leave the copier room you don’t stop him and Javier is thankful; unable to trust himself should he look back at you, he doesn’t – Agent Pena sets his face to a grim scowl and stalks down the hallway away from the best thing that ever happened to him.  Grateful that you had the forethought to give him an extra copy of his form, Javier discards the top sheet before going into his meeting – it’s completely unusable: the words on the page blotted and blurred from tears he didn’t have the strength to prevent from falling, the ruined, damp paper evidence of his failures.

[milliesfishes]

hiiiiiiiiiiii millie mouse!!!!! hope you’re doing good bb :) i’m craving some billy fluff :( could you write up a lil something about billy babying reader a lil, maybes she upset about something? i just need some good old millie’s billy :(

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ofc lovey! also oh millie's billy made me smile <3 <3

౨ৎ꣑ৎbilly babying you౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

Shutting the door behind you and dropping your bag, you fled into the bedroom, flopping down face first atop the sheets you’d painstakingly straightened this morning. You could hear Billy in the other room, likely just coming in from a day outside, but you didn’t make a move. After today, you wanted but a few moments of peace before having to explain yourself.

It was always something when you went into town. Some apparent wrong move or gesture or word that stemmed from you, all criticized no matter what. You tried to be kind. All you ever wanted to be was kind. But it never seemed to be enough. You’d observed the other townspeople and tried to mimic them. After all, you weren’t born and raised here like so many of the other women, so maybe it was that you didn’t understand the dynamics yet.

But still nothing worked. You were shunned, even spoken cruelly to. Today, when you’d been purchasing a spool of yarn, you had complimented the dress of the woman ringing you up, and had been met with a frosty glare, a snipped one word answer.

All the way home you’d held it together, gripping the reins of your horse and trying not to cry over something so stupid. It wasn’t their fault- maybe you needed to be nicer, do some of the same activities they did. Still, tears poked at your eyes, and you didn’t let yourself cry until you were inside, even though there weren’t any neighbors for miles.

There was a wet spot in the bed where your tears had soaked in, and you burnt with shame over it. Covering it with your arms, you buried your face into them, back trembling as you let out everything suppressed from the second you stepped into the store. You hated that you were upset over this when you were the one who’d done something wrong. The only problem was that you couldn’t figure out what it was, and the frustration only made you cry more.

The bedroom door was opened, and you tried to slow down your crying to no avail. There was one set of footsteps, along with the pitter-patter of four paws on the floor. A weight was deposited on the bed, soft fur rubbing against your head as a throaty purr started up. When you felt a second tail brush against your back, you realized Billy must have carried one cat in while the other followed.

When his big, warm palm settled on your back, you sniffled, another bout of tears welling up. He gathered your hair, smoothing it carefully and pushing it to the side so he could rub your back. All the while, the two cats purred and nuzzled at your head, causing you to look up, lips twitching when you saw Willow’s pretty face and sleepy eyes. She must have been the one Billy carried in. Fish only teamed up with him when you were in distress, and even then that courtesy did not extend to picking-up privileges.

Billy continued his stroking as you sat up, leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his neck. The material of his shirt was worn from years of use, but you found comfort in familiarity. His hair was a mess from being under his hat, and one set of your fingers found the soft curls at the nape of his neck. He held you gently, starting to rock back and forth. It was a go-to when you were upset, and for a reason. Your tears began to slow down, softened by his love.

“Thought the cats might help,” he murmured into your hair, and a little laugh escaped you.

“They did,” you said, muffled by his chest. “You all did.”

Pulling back, you looked up into his eyes, seeing them brimming with worry the way you knew they would. He caught a stray tear with his thumb, smoothing over your cheekbone. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” you promised, and he visibly relaxed, just a little. Reaching up to hold his wrist, you could feel it all at the tip of your tongue, about to spill over. He had that effect on you, where you wanted to tell him everything. Billy softened the protective walls you’d built, found a key to your locked doors and asked if he could use it. But you found yourself letting him in anyways every time.

“I want them to like me,” you whispered, cheeks going rosy as you looked down. It was such a silly thing to cry over, but he didn’t act as though he thought so. “The people in town. I don’t know what I did wrong-“

“Nothing.” Billy cut you off, cupping your cheek as Fish rubbed at your side, prompting you to give him a scratch under the chin. “Baby you couldn’ta done anything wrong. Look at you.” He lifted his other hand, giving it a home at the other side of your face. “My perfect girl…couldn’t do bad if you tried.”

A weak smile lifted your lips. “I must have.”

His expression grew somber, and he exhaled softly, searching your eyes. “Honey…ain’t nothin’ you did, alright? If I know you I know you’ve been sweet as can be.” Billy brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, returning his hand to your cheek. “But some folks don’t like that I’m around.”

The pang in your heart stilled you for a moment. Just by the look in his eyes you knew he was telling the truth, but it wasn’t one you wanted to hear. He was trying to tell you it wasn’t your fault, but now you wanted it to be. It would be so much easier if it was something you could fix.

Reminders that not everybody loved him the way you did came often from all directions, and you avoided them at every turn. Refused to believe people could be so cruel, so critical of someone they hadn’t even met, who hadn’t done any wrong by the law for several years now. But it caught up everywhere you went, driving you to move around wherever the wind blew, hoping this would be the town where nobody had heard of him.

He’d promised this place would be special. That this was a place for staying. You’d settled in happily, believing him the way you always did. Billy avoided town as much as he could, so you had been positive that there wasn’t any reason to be cruel towards him. But now you’d been proved wrong. Even sparingly, they would always find a way.

Seeing the realization in your eyes, Billy pulled you in again, holding you tight to his chest. He dropped his lips to the top of your head, nose buried in your hair. “It’s not you, darlin’. Never you. They can’t get to me so they figure you’re the next best thing. It ain’t right, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Your tears fell silently as a rush of shame washed over you. He was guilty because you hadn’t been able to handle yourself over one person’s unkindness. Slumping against his chest, you let him pull you onto his lap as he settled on the bed, the telltale thump of his boots hitting the floor as he nudged them off. Billy scooted back against the headboard, hauling you up under your arms and setting you back on his thighs, face hidden in his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t be punished for lovin’ someone,” he breathed, fingers bunching up and down over the space between your shoulders. “For seein’ good in every damn person. That’s just who you are and you should be praised for it. Not shunned. I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry.”

Shaking your head, you clung to his collar, nuzzling against his neck. “It’s not your fault.”

“Shh,” Billy soothed, laying another kiss to your hair. “It’s okay, sweet girl. It’s okay.” His thumb rubbed a relaxing path over your shoulder as you melted into him, calming as you became consumed by his presence.

The problem surrounded your bubble like a storm cloud, but you ignored it, choosing to revel in what you had. The man you loved, comforting you, letting you lean on him when you were upset. And it was bothering him too, you could feel the tension in his body, swept under the rug in favor of keeping you relaxed.

Fish and Willow curled up around you both, their sleepy purring only helping you further calm down. Billy kept you laying against his chest, his voice dropping to a whisper with the last of your tears and sniffling. “I know baby, I know.” He shifted slowly so that you were lying down on top of him, body between his lazily spread legs. “Shh, it’s okay.”

And it was. It all melted away as you snuggled into his chest, everything the world thought of you and him suddenly nothing.

There was only him and you and your cats, safely stowed away where nobody could touch you.

[kimuzostar]

WET DREAMS

⟡ TERRANCE x BLACKFEM!reader

⟡ WARNINGS: 18+, smut, that's it that's all ⟡ A/N: y'all let james down and i don't like that so this sucks in return >:)

enjoy!

It was late and you were alone yet again. Terrance was off on another study; staying over the subjects’ house like he usually does. 

You missed him. You wanted him touching you, caressing you. You wanted to feel him inside of you.

You could only dream.

-

You stirred awake to the feeling of something rubbing up your leg. 

“Wake up, lovey”, a deep voice says from behind you. 

Terrance

You smile, sitting up to meet his face. The moon casted light on his face, making his eyes appear gray. 

“You’re home early”, you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

I couldn’t wait to see you.

You lean up to kiss him. You lick into his mouth, wanting to claim what was yours. Terrance moves his hands around your waist, wrapping around to squeeze your ass through your silk nightgown. 

He picks you up, setting you softly on your back. His hands roamed your body. He kept squeezing at a spot on your left hip, knowing it was sensitive for you. You squirmed at the contact but Terrance’s body on yours kept you in place.

He stands straight again, removing his suit jacket. He kneels at the edge of the bed. He drags your body towards, setting your thighs on his shoulders. He looks up at you; the moon turning his eyes blue.   

You don’t know how much I missed you.

You feel his tongue lick between your folds. He licked circles around your clit, closing his mouth around her to suck on the sensitive bud. Your back arches off the bed. You grasp at the sheets trying to hold on for dear life. He just started and you already felt your orgasm rising.

Terrance continued to lick at your clit, bringing his fingers to rub at your hole. He inserts his index and middle finger, moving them as if they were swimming in you. 

“I want you to come on my face”, he says between licks. He shifts his finger so they repeatedly graze your spot; he was motioning for you to come here.

Your body seized and your toes curled. Terrance continued to lick as your orgasm overcame you. You could see fireworks going off in your eyes.

Terrance kissed up your body while removing his button up.He kissed along your jaw, licking your neck. His touch sent you into a delirium, catching you off guard when he pushed himself into you.

Can you feel it in you?

“Oh, yes I feel it!”, you moan. 

You felt every part of his dick. The skin, the veins, the muscle, hell, even the bone. 

Terrance slowly stroked into you, taking his time to spoil. His fingers grazed your nipple before he leaned down to latch his mouth on it. He softly bit down on it, making you slightly wince. He licked small circles around the sting before moving to the next one. 

You wrapped your legs around him tighter, like you wanted your bodies to melt together. The smaller space caused him to push deeper within you, almost reaching your bottom. 

He quickened his pace, drawing small whimpers from you. His hand moved to cover your smaller one. 

“I need you”, he says, leaning to your ear. 

“I’m always here for you, baby”, you respond. 

“I need you to wake up”, he whispers. 

“What do you mean?”, you asked confused. 

I need you to wake up.

Your eyes opened, the faint glare of the rising sun blinding you. You sit up to look around your room. There was no Terrance. 

Where did he go?

You picked your phone to see you received a message from him.

Good morning, beautiful. I hope you slept well. I will be home in 2 days. Can’t wait to see you.

[rainytomorrows]

Deadpool / Wolverine x reader | Domestic headcanons

I am legitimately moments from collapse so I will cope. Again. Domestic headcanons!!

Can't lie to y'all I'm a big fan of the poolverine x reader poly trope so. This is all made with that in mind.

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Wade > Will make you food sometimes to cheer you up, but it's just straight childish. Hot chocolate with a mountain of whipped cream and chocolate shavings, a stack of pancakes (a full foot taller than it needs to be) with yet another mountain of whipped cream and syrup, the type of stuff you only expect in some old cartoon > Comes home with the DUMBEST socks. You have to physically pull him away from those stores that specialize in funky socks. He came home with 5 different hero themed socks once (One was him, obviously. He had a wolverine one, Spiderman, Thor, and one pair of Jesus socks whom he claimed was also a superhero) > Butterfly kiss bandit. One kiss is NEVER enough for this asshole. At the least, if you dare try to give him one (1) kiss on the lips before going somewhere, he follows you when you pull away. Does that make sense? Like, you kiss him and as you're pulling away he'll follow to press another kiss, and however many he can get in before you're actually pushing him away. > Or Logan has to punch him to get his own kiss in > So annoying. If you spend too long without giving him attention, you can't expect to work on ANYTHING alone > Laying on your lap when you sit to work, draping himself over you if you stand up to work on something, practically a blanket if you're laying down to work on something > Very thoughtful gift giver though. Maybe he can't always afford some expensive gift, but, he always comes back from cheap stores (Dollar tree, Salvation Army, that strange family owned second hand store that Logan swears smells like blood somewhere) with something strangely catered to you. Funny trinket weirdly related to a story you told about one you'd seen in a store back on a trip out of state when you didn't have enough money and was heartbroken to come home without. A shirt that would fit perfect with those pants you just bought (he adores everything you wear and can only hope to cheer you up with more) > For SURE replaced your underwear with the dumbest merchandise you've ever seen once. I'm fully convinced. At least put it in with the rest. I can't imagine he wouldn't find some corny ass Deadpool thong and beg you to try it on. No one is sure if he just finds it funny or actually thinks it's cool.

Logan > Much more sensible when it comes to making you food. Knows how to make a good home cooked meal, some recipes he gained along the way like some grandma with a box of old stained recipe sheets > Makes tea for sure. Gruff as hell but, when he's really needed, he shows up with a hot cup. Tries to make himself all tough, like if it's been a long week. "Chamomile. Helps you calm down, or some shit." > He has pride. He might act like he's constantly annoyed by the two of you, but god forbid he seems like a bad boyfriend. Ever. > "I can hold my own bags?" "Fucking give them to me." > Like aggressively gentlemanly. Has the spirit just not the vocab > Lets Wade know if he thinks he's doing a terrible job as a boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, they love each other. They're each other's boyfriends too. But sometimes Logan feels like a glorified coach. > Wade will be particularly annoying one day, you had a LONG ass shift, and he's attention starved. You're clearly not having it, when Wade's draping himself over your shoulder while you're cooking and Jesus Christ this guy is heavy. You barely have time to react when Logan is throwing him over his shoulder lumberjack style. "Get the hell off" (He's already off, thanks to Logan) > Wade convinced him to wear a cop outfit once as a joke because of how he acts on dates and the such ('policing' wade and his behavior), but, ended up being too into it. Both of them. While still a little embarrassed, Logan could fit the role and Wade couldn't fit in his pants anymore. > Definitely tries to get you to the gym with him, however hard that is > If you like going: He just kinda tries to join you, almost lost puppy esque. If you don't, he's nearly bribing you to come along with him. I feel like he's the type to just have a little home gym though. Doesn't strike me as a public workout guy. I wouldn't know. > I'm unsure how to word this- I think he's a demanding cuddler. You are NOT in charge. He's holding you like a teddy bear, not as in like hugging- like you're his stuffy or something. You're almost unsure it counts so much as cuddling, so much as him just holding you. Does that make sense? You're near rag dolling when he cuddles with you because he just refuses to let someone else have control while cuddling, not as an insecurity thing that's just how he likes to cuddle > He will let you have control on occasion if it's clearly been a hard day. You may hold him if someone was a jerk to you today (Wade doesn't count. "you chose to let him live here instead of sleeping outside." "Hey!") > Don't try and excuse it with "I have to make breakfast" he'll just get up still holding you. Like the stubborn ass he and Wade always are. He's awkwardly holding you under your armpits (hugging you like a kid in the hallway holds their stuffy) as if that's supposed to be the optimal way to cook. Still has that gruff look the whole time btw ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡

Hope you guys enjoyed, as always! I live to fill the heart and soothe the soul. Let me know if you guys want a part two- I may be able to crank some more out. Have a good day/night, and a great life!!

[musedeluce]

Exhaustion

Love and Deepspace Headcanons - You're so tired, all you want to do is sleep and go to see them. They're in the same situation.

A/N: Canonically, in the game we have a motorcycle hence the assumption the MC has their own transportation. Assume they're wearing the proper protective gear and that it's easy to get off XD (Though I know biker gear can be quite hard to actually take off. Just go with it pls lol) Brought to you by me being tired as hell, and thinking it would be nice to be able to go to someone and rest. ^J^

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, exhaustion, loneliness.

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Work had been rather grueling, long, and tedious, all in one, and there was still more to do. Sighing internally, you shot off a text in order to sadly, cancel the plans you had to visit. It looked like you'd have to stay at least an extra 10 hours, due to extremely unforeseen and urgent circumstances for the Hunter's Association.

Your final message felt inadequate to convey the warmth and happiness you felt knowing that he wanted to see you as much as you wanted to see him. Bolstered, the rest of the shitshow was just a bit easier to deal with as you had something to look forward to.

Wind whipping around you, the ride was something you needed. The sense of freedom, the speed, the music and the lights all gave you a sense of solace as you headed towards your destination.

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Xavier

You appreciated the irony as the elevator passed your floor and stopped at his. As you approached his door, you finally let yourself feel the exhaustion weighing down on you. Your body felt heavier, and it took more effort to move. Sleepiness hovered just beyond consciousness, and you fought it off. Looking at your watch, you sigh. 3:07, your estimate had been right on the money.

Still, despite how tired you were, you did want to see Xavier, even if this visit would probably just amount to you sleeping over.

Knocking to make Xavier aware of your arrival, you're just about to enter the door code, when it opens and Xavier stands before you, his arms open for a hug.

Wordlessly, you accept his invitation, hugging him tightly. His embrace is firm, warm and comforting and you can't help but relax into him.

"I thought you'd be asleep." You murmur softly, hugging him just as tightly.

"I woke up when I heard your bike." He nuzzles his face into your neck. "It's the signal for your arrival after all." Reluctantly, he breaks the embrace as you pull away to take off your shoes and put your satchel, helmet and jacket on one of the hooks. He makes his way back to his bed, turning to look at you as you follow, undressing down to your underwear.

Collapsing into the soft blankets, you burrow under the sheets with him. Xavier carefully, gently adjusts your position so you lay against him, your head resting on his arm, your back against his chest. Together, you drift off to sleep.

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Sylus

Unsurprisingly, he met you at the entrance to Onychinus Headquarters

"Sweetie, I would have preferred picking you up." Sylus takes your helmet and satchel from you, handing them off to the twins to deal with. "How rude of them to overwork you like this." Normally, you'd respond in kind, a fun playful exchange that flowed naturally. But frankly, you were too tired to really talk.

He gazed at you, taking everything about you in, and after he did so all he did was wordlessly kneel down and support you as he took off your shoes. "You look exhausted, Kitten. Let me help you." Sylus slips your jacket off your shoulders

Providing support, he guides you towards his room. You're absolutely sure that if he thought you'd allow it, he'd pick you up and carry you, but he didn't. You appreciated it as you much prefer to walk on your own, when you can. "I took the time to fluff your pillow

You may be tired, so much so that its obvious that once you relax you'll fall alseep, but you are very good at ignoring it, soldiering though until your body decides to force sleep.

How lucky it is then, that you can go to Sylus and rest, before it comes to that.

Ultimately, you crawl onto Sylus's bed and collapse, and he's not far behind, climbing in with you despite his wonky sleep schedule.

He faces you, pulling your head into his chest and your body flush against him as you both drift off for some much needed sleep. You feel safe and relaxed with his arms around you.

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Zayne

Unfortunately, this was a more common occurrence than either of you would like. Both of your jobs were quite intense and often required long hours.

Still, you both made a conscious effort to make time for each other, even if it ended up being strange hours sometimes. The times he got home before you were not rare, but infrequent, and this was one of these time.

Taking of your gear and shoes as you entered his home, you hoped that he was at least resting, hopefully asleep. It was something he deserved, and right now all you wanted to do was rest with him.

A warm glow cascaded over the room, making you smile. Zayne had left a light on for you.

Padding softly through the foyer, you quietly open the door to his room, making sure the light from outside doesn't disturb him. Much to your relief, Zayne was sleeping peacefully, his handsome face relaxed. He had an unguarded quality about him that you rarely saw.

A rush of affection suddenly overcame you. Carefully, you went over to him and kissed his forehead. As you withdrew, you felt him grab your hand, his eyes still closed. "Stay here" he murmured, his voice gentle and low, hazy with sleep as his hand falls from yours.

You move over to your side, ensconcing yourself in bed, growing cozy and warm with him next to you.

He gravitates towards you, intertwining his legs with yours and nuzzling his head into your neck, and you fall asleep, your eyes gently closing as you're tangled together comfortably.

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Rafayel

The solitary lamplight from Rafayel's studio illuminates the path as you walk up to his door. Although he had given you a key, you knock gently, just in case Rafayel was absorbed in his art.

A small clatter sounds after you knock, and you can't help but feel amused despite the haze of tiredness dulling your senses.

When he opens the door, a playful, soft smile pulls at his lips. "I don't suppose you have any news of my wayward companion?" He steps aside and helps you with your gear and shoes.

"Hmmm I think I have some news. It seems your companion has made it to their destination." Rafayel cleans up the box of paintbrushes he spilled, making sure your path is clear.

"Well! Now that they've arrived, they can't leave for a while. It's mean of them to leave me alone for so long, and so often." His pout is playful, his eyes focused on you as he intertwines his fingers in yours, holding your hand gently, as if it was some priceless thing, something to be cherished and treated with care.

You squeeze his hand as the two of you make your way to his room, his bed looking like the most luxurious, comfortable place in the world despite it really just being a slightly messy, normal bed.

"As much as your wayward traveler loves to explore, I'm sure they love being here too and would always make an effort to return to you." With that, you climb onto bed, letting go of his hand, your exhaustion amplifying the soreness of your body, making every movement take extra effort. As soon as you're comfortable, you open your arms to Rafayel, who had merely just stood beside his bed as you did so.

You open your arms for him, and he joins you in bed, almost clinging to you under the covers, entangling all his limbs with yours and burying his face into your neck, head resting on your chest, near your shoulder. "I missed you." Together you drift of, feeling safe and sound with each other under the covers.

[goddess-venuz]

HELL’S ANGEL CHP 12

‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚GUIDING YOU TOWARDS HIS BEDROOM…

Lucifer laid you ontop of the red velvet sheets; your smaller figure pressing slightly into the mattress that welcomed you.

Lips being captured not a moment shortly after by Lucifer who loomed over you as if you were his prey he had finally captured within his arms.

The foreign forbidden motion of your lips moving against Lucifer’s was enough to increase your heart rate.

Slender fingers speedily and needily tugging and discarding yours and his clothing; such speed and the heated kiss the devil practically melted into made your mind fogged with an unknown emotion.

A brain fogged that was enough to block any common sense and every single teaching that was burned into your brain vanish.

It wasn't until the nippy breeze kissing your heated flesh was enough to bring a hint of reality back to you; pulling from the kiss a trail of salvia connecting your lips with Lucifer’s.

“Should I be worried if it would hurt?"

A gentle chuckle fell from his tongue he cupped his palms against your cheek resting his forehead on yours, "I will try my best to go gentle at first. Why don't I make this as comfortable as I can for you?…Love…”

Ruby glowing hues boring into your eyes, glorious pearl-colored wings sprouting from Lucifer’s spine; you felt your small figure being delicately lifted ever so slightly as the warmth of the other’s wings engulfed welcomed you.

Bringing you into a passionate kiss Lucifer pulled his lips just inches away then kissing you once more,

Your small hands shakily moving from your sides towards Lucifer’s shoulders , your plush warm lips opening greeted by Lucifer's tongue.

Deepening the kiss he rubbed his tongue against yours, the fallen angel pulling you closer to his exposed chest making him able to feel your rapid heartbeat on his own.

Parting his lips once more from your soft swollen lips.

The fallen angel gazed down at you with the most gentle gaze his palms resting on the sides of your head, taking in your appearance, the way your (h/c) sprawled across his wings that laid underneath you, and just how the small candles that lit the room showed a warm hue against your (s/t) skin.

"You look like a true goddess."

he says with an impossibly cute grin, as he settles you underneath him: your calves hike over his kneeling thighs, In quick succession, his fingers ghostly traced over the hems of your underwear taking them off without a second thought.

Lucifer rubbed his thumb across your exposed slit the slight wetness coating his thumb, the simple movement caused small pleasurable goosebumps to rise across your skin. "Do you trust me, darling?" he questioned,

"... Y-Yes. B…But why do you asked?-…” You muttered watching Lucifer moved his face that was inches from yours to lower himself past down to your thighs; you suddenly lifted your hips slightly feeling something running against your folds before feeling your walls being stretched out ever so slightly.

"I may have to prepare you a bit to make this easier, do you mind?" He asked with a warm smile, you looked at him for a moment then shook your head "No, but how are you going to–... Ah~"

Gasping out a mewling moan that slipped out without warning your head moved back on the other’s wings as you felt a new feeling between your slit, "L-Lucifer..." you choked out as the fallen angel ran his tongue across your cunt only increasing in its wetness.

Your fingers that clutched the feathers of Lucifer slowly uncurled almost as if your body moved on it's own your palms moved down from the wings to grip Lucifer's locks,

No need for you to ask the man he buried his lips more into your wet core, the fallen angel feeling his heart beating with excitement as he moved his tongue up from your core to your small clit.

"Ah!~ Ah!~"

Your breasts heaved slightly your head tilting back once your body felt a pleasurable shock shoot from your core to your body.

Legs closing around Lucifer's skull gently as the male sucked on your clit that began to swell against his lips, taking this as a good sign to continue as moving his lips from your clit to give one more lick to your slick core once seeing the wet core twitch gently to his touch.

Pulling his head away from your hands and legs, your eyes snapped open that you weren't aware was closed, lifting your head slightly to look at the other with a small frown. “Why did you stop?"

For a moment Lucifer didn't respond as he finished unclothing himself letting his clothing slowly drop onto the bed he smiled lightly when he saw your eyes raking over his body then stopped on his slightly hardened cock, "I thought it would be better to finish you off this way."

Rubbing his thumb across his tip that was glazed over with pre-cum he brushed his fingers across his veins then moved closer towards you,

His soft tip prodding at your soaked cunt, he teases your slit, tip rasping over your quivering bundle of nerves.

"T…That…seem a bit huge are you sure– sure it won't hurt?" A high moan tears from your throat, your worries soon being forgotten feeling your slit being teased.

"Oh my..." you panted out, he's leaking, smearing pre-cum against you, thick and heavy. "L-Lucifer I can't wait please—" You were starting to speak out but he had already snapped forward.

"Can't let another second pass without me being inside you," he breathes, then in a powerful glide, he prises inside you, fighting past the resistance to fit snugly.

You both moan in unison, loud and in relief. His arm scoops you up beneath your back, before he hauls you by the small of your back and reels you until you're face to face; his forehead on yours.

You can draw the feel of him: hilt deep, silky smooth with noticeable veins pumping from base to tip, well-endowed nudging, impressive girth stretching. It's heaven, undeniably. Your body lights up with fever, trembling in anticipation.

"You feel good," you moaned airily, passionately, "really good….Too good." Your thighs cinch around his waist as his hands support you beneath the curve of your ass.

He releases a gentle chuckle, moving his lips against your chin he muttered "Just hearing your moans.. Is enough to drive me." He rocks in, pubic bones flush against you, and swivels circles on your clit, making your walls flutter, he groans.

"(Y-Y/n)... Never have I dreamt of pleasing you but how snug you feel around me... It makes me want to keep myself buried deep in you and not leave…"

Wrapping your arms around his neck, his hips bucking against yours, you were unable to hold back another moan. “I…This…feels amazing!”

At that, he's more confident. Palming your thighs, he lifts you and drives in with pummeling strength. The closeness of your bodies has his pulsing veins hitting your clit with such force it made a pleasurable sensation.

Lucifer’s wings wrapped themselves tightly around your trembling figure; his blonde strains becoming undone it their usual well-kept style.

The glowing hue embedded from your burning flesh engulfed itself around the two of you; the familiar spine-tingling sensation that Lucifer became addicted to began to overwhelming wash over him.

Undoubtedly the sensation of pure bliss he was giving to you being the cost.

He's hitting that spot, gentle yet smooth thrusts with a tilt so his tip mashes it, rawing over until it expands that bubble tight in your gut. Unable to hold yourself back, you curve your hips, rocking them as your hands that were tangled in his locks moved down his back.

Clawing your fingers down leaving small marks, you moved your hips to meet his pace, your body preparing to milk every single ounce the god had..

"D-Damn..." He marvels, his throat feeling like it was closing. "It's like you are fitting me so perfectly~" His hand dragged down on your ass in encouragement, immediately coming back to knead into your cheek, fingers spread and digging in.

"A…Ah~" you gasped, your eyelids fluttering shut as you tilt your head back.

The arm around your waist guides your leveraged hips, bouncing you up and down his cock at a fastened speed, it nudges deeper and deeper in a frenzy, making you twitch around him. "I could feel you about to release.." He muttered against your neck, he smiled warmly feeling his heart fluttering seeing he was the reason for this.

Oh how close he was too...

This was his chance to claim you…

Take you…devoured you…

Lucifer wanted you all to himself, his and his alone. No one it worthy enough to even lay their eyes upon you: let alone speak to you…

The sensation of your swollen cunt clutching around his cock, Lucifer’s lips agape upon the sensation of building escasty boiling to release.

One he never felt before…

That vein on his cock pulses wildly, He buries his head into your neck with a groan, vibrating against the curve. "(Y/n)" he croaks, muffled and huskily, "I wish I was your lover already.. Then I would be able to do this to you even tomorrow.."

An orgasm electrifies underneath your skin and tightens in your lower stomach, "I know if I continue to move like this.. I-I won't be able to hold back from cumming.."

His hips stutter with wild jerks, the bed creaking with his movements "Damn.." he chokes, cheeks flushed and jaw clenched. "The way your tight cunt is squeezing me, I'll fill you up until you're dripping for days after…"

"A…Ah, Yes!~" you moaned out, the rope that tightened in your stomach was about to unwind, opening your eyes you gazed up at Lucifer.

The unforgettable lustful desire overcoming your purity; the foreign forbidden sensation corrupting your once untouched purity.

“Yes…Yes!~ Lucifer!”

Your words trigger him to erupt, emptying himself with long and seemingly never-ending spurts. His fingers slip between your bodies and mercilessly rubs your clit, overloading until the orgasm you have been needing shoots through you and the sensations were nearly unbearable as you moaned out his name.

The feeling of your insides being glazed by cum followed by the pleasurable orgasm, Both you and Lucifer panted heavily your body falling limp In his arms as his head that was covered with beads of sweat rested against the crook of your neck.

Feeling his cock twitch in your warm folds until Ever so slowly Lucifer pulled out, the male gazed down at his cum coated cock as the mixed fluids leaked from your swollen cunt.

Turning his gaze back to you he watches as your breasts heaved up and down, your lips left agape as your legs stayed attached to his. "(Y/n)? Are you okay?" he asked concerned, although it was taking everything in the fallen angel to hide the smile that threatened to spread across his lips.

You could only lay there in exhaustion, unknown to you how pleased Lucifer was after the session; his wings tightening themselves around you in a protective or perhaps a more territorial manner.

As you felt yourself gradually falling into a slumber upon your body became drained from energy and another sensation creeping through your spirit you could have sworn you heard Lucifer say something but couldn't entirely make it out…

“You are finally mine…after so long…”

[anashins]

Could you write a bf!Jaehyun who made his gf!reader upset & trying to get her attention again by walking around shirtless/being touchy with her but reader ignores him. Days after, reader decides to turn tables and tease him instead, leading to smut?

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: fluff, romance, smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Jaehyun doesn't want to apologize, so you make him.

A/N: Hiii, I still have requests sitting around, so since I have time now, I'll get them done. Hope you like it :)

“Here, let me help you.”

“I don’t need help.”

Jaehyun sighed and still squeezed himself past you to reach the upper shelf from where he got the glass of strawberry jam that you wanted for your breakfast. You flinched, but not because you hadn’t expected him to still help you, but because he was shirtless. 

Had you not, only a few minutes ago, seen him leaving the bedroom wearing his hoodie? He was doing it on purpose, you knew it too well by now. And every time though, it worked… dammit. 

You swallowed when you watched his arm stretch out, his defined muscles flexing with the motion. With his gaze fixed on the shelf, you were able to look at him blatantly from the side. If he could have seen you, you would have ignored him - like yesterday and the whole morning already.

You didn’t even know what you were fighting about anymore, but the point was that you expected an apology from him and he hadn’t given you one yet, claiming it wasn’t his fault and that you should apologize - the audacity?!

Just remembering this made you snap back to reality and you stopped drooling over your boyfriend’s hot body altogether again. You were together for quite a time already, you knew what his naked body was capable of, taking a few days off to let him think about what he had done wrong wouldn’t hurt you.

So when Jaehyun turned back to you, you were wearing your moody expression from before, which took him quite by surprise, you saw it written all over his face. You snatched the marmalade glass out of his hand and quickly left the kitchen.

That was a close call, you remembered thinking.

But throughout the entire day, you caught Jaehyun passing by you a little too close, wearing a bit too much aftershave, having his hair a bit too tousled and his pants hanging a bit too low… but each time, you were proud to say that were very good at resisting these temptations…

… though it took you all you’ve got to not jump on him nonetheless.

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It had been two days since your fight and you finally had enough.

If Jaehyun didn’t want to apologize, then you would make him.

“Can you help me?”

Jaehyun entered the bedroom in a swift second. Perhaps, since you initiated this conversation, he was  hoping to finally make up with you again. Of course, you wanted that too by now, but it wasn’t going to be so easy for him.

“What is-”

The words got stuck in his throat when he spotted you, and he needed a moment to process the sight of you wearing a light, revealing negligee that only ended shortly beneath your bum. The fact that you weren’t wearing something underneath didn’t need to be spoken out, because it was Jaehyun’s favorite.

“What are you doing?” he asked carefully.

“I need help changing the sheets. Here.”

You threw a sweet, partially wicked smile at him while simultaneously handing the sheet over to him, and then shifted around - but not without shaking your bum a bit too obviously and throwing your hair over your shoulder a bit too enthusiastically. 

Jaehyun dropped the sheets almost immediately and had you in his grip within an instant, embracing you tightly from behind with one hand beneath your breasts and the other between your thighs, squeezing into the flesh. It hadn’t taken much effort or time, you had known it would work. After all, it worked all the time. 

You suppressed a giggle and stiffened your body in resistance while he sank his mouth in the side of your neck and started nibbling on the skin.

“I’m still mad,” you complained.

“I don’t care.”

Skillfully, he pulled away, then turned you in his grip so that a moment later, you were pressed into his chest and both his hands were grabbing your ass cheeks now, massaging them thoroughly. You cursed under your breath, he knew very well that you loved this too much, and you were asking yourself who was playing with who now and whether this had been his plan all along.

You weren’t able to say a word anymore though. Forgotten was the fact that you were still mad at him when shortly later, Jaehyun was lying underneath you on the mattress and stripped of all his clothes. With your finger tips, you traced along the lines of his abs while you simultaneously felt his length trying to pave its way past your thighs and into you. But you wouldn’t let him yet.

“Apologize,” you demanded, pressing his upper back down when he tried to brace his elbows against the mattress. 

“What?”

It took you much self-control with him twitching right at your entrance, but your ego was stronger than your desire. Or that was what you thought. “Apologize now. Otherwise I won’t continue.”

Saliva had collected in your mouth, and you swallowed it all down. Admittedly, this was the hardest position you had ever been in, because the desire your head and your core expressed at the same time couldn’t be more far off from each other and not align. You didn’t know who to listen to at his point, and Jaehyun’s turned on gaze didn’t help at all.

Suddenly, he chuckled. He stretched out his hand to caress your hidden nipple under the thin fabric of the lingerie and a deep sigh escaped your lips. “But we’re already there, didn’t you notice?”

Somewhere, between your thoughts and sighs, he had slipped all the way in already, and considering how wet you had already gotten from all the teasing and foreplay, it had been so very easy for him to do so. You arched your back when Jaehyun bucked his hips up, penetrating you deep inside.

“You like it? I can see that you like it.”

“No!” you lied, and he grinned even wider. 

The way your head lolled back and your thighs clenched around his groin to control the angle he was pushing into you, let him know that indeed, you were enjoying this very much. You always enjoyed whenever he did that. Only for a few moments, you let that happen. 

You then heaved up your hips and came down to him, matching his rhythm and now making him moan in return. It grew pleasantly wet where your bodies were connected, adding to the sensation so that not much later, you were feeling every fiber in your body tugging on a nearing orgasm.

But you wouldn’t lose, not when you were this close, and reading Jaehyun’s expression, he was even closer. Suddenly, you halted. But as to not let all the work go to vain, you settled on his hips and just slowly slid yours back and forth, creating only enough friction to keep you both on your nearing orgasms.

“Say… it,” you repeated, your breathing coming in hitches, “apo… logize.”

“Are you being for real right now?” Shock mixed with realization on Jaehyun’s face when it dawned on him that there was probably no way for you to let him release otherwise.

“Yes.”

To prove to him how serious you were, you lifted up your hip and came slamming down on him, making him gasp the moment your bodies crashed together. And then again, and again, pushing him closer to his release… and then stopped.

Jaehyun looked at you through fluttered lids, eyes heavy and lips dry. But he didn’t say a word. Fine. You bent forward and pressed your palms against his abs, angling your spine. Then again, you heaved up your hip, this time a bit higher, and as he feared you might let him out all the way, you slowly sank down on him again. Jaehyun hated this, and you knew. He draped his forearm over his face and cursed,

“Shitshitshitshitshitshit”,

but you didn’t stop. Only when you felt the onset of his pulsing motions from within, then you rested on top of him again. Even though it was hard for you too, you could keep this going.

“FINE!”

You widened your eyes, almost not believing what you had just heard. But you had no time to rise all the way up and watch him say it to your face as Jaehyun suddenly pulled you down to lie on top of his chest with his arms wrapped around your back, and whispered into your ear,

“I’m so sorry.”

“Very well.”

Only using your hips now, you remained in this position and picked up your movements without a break. You heard Jaehyun whimpering into your ear, begging for you to go faster until his grip around you got so tight, your breath nearly caught.

“I’m cumming,” he said after not too long and eventually did so in long spurts inside of you.

When he had made you cum too, all over his hands with your teasing lingerie all gone so that he was able to use his hands exploring and triggering all sensitive spots on your body, you were lying side by side on the bed, out of breath, but thoroughly happy.

“Please,” Jaehyun then said, “let’s never argue for this long again.”

“Hm. I don’t know. I think it has quite the benefits.”

Then, you both laughed.

[lettucing]

look of love, rush of blood | chapter two

words: ~4.1k | pairing: jschlatt x she/her, afab reader

summary: Thanks to a not-so-subtle push from your roommate, Joelle, you find yourself crossing paths with Schlatt once again.

notes: ITS FINALLY HERE!! my apologies for taking 5ever, this chapter was originally going to be WAY longer but i wasn't getting it done as fast as i expected to so i decided to split it up into two parts and post them separately. chapter three is gonna go up super soon!!!! <33 (p.s. my apologies for any typos/mistakes, i proofread this thing so many times they probably started going over my head towards the end)

⭑

You’re pulled from sleep by a knock on your door, muffled but persistent.

Before you have a chance to roll over and pretend you didn’t hear it, Joelle’s voice filters through, cheerful and impossible to ignore. You groan, glancing at the alarm clock reading 10:54 AM, before dragging yourself from the tangle of your sheets, last night's drinks still lingering in your head. “Shit.” You think, mentally kicking yourself for sleeping in so late. You’re still half-dreaming when you finally turn the handle and open the door, squinting against the sunlight streaming in from the hallway.

Joelle stands there beaming, a small box of donuts held up like a prize, her eyes sparkling with energy— a vivid contrast to your groggy state. “Ta-daaa!” she says, flipping open the box. “And there’s iced coffee waiting in the kitchen. Don’t say I never spoil you.” Despite the haze of sleep, you smile, following her to the kitchen. “Donuts and coffee? I love you so much.”

You settle in at your small dining table as she nudges a donut, frosted in your favorite color and covered with sprinkles, toward you. “This one’s yours.” she says, watching as you take a bite. You chuckle, mouth half-full. “What’s with the royal treatment? Are you buttering me up to tell me you’re moving out?” Joelle laughs, a mischievous glint in her eye. “No, but... I did make a little move of sorts last night. You might have a couple missed texts from a certain someone awaiting a response.”

Thoroughly suspicious now, you head back to your room, reaching for your phone to scroll through notifications that piled up during Do Not Disturb mode. Emails, Instagram updates, messages… Among the usual chaos and random alerts, one stack of notifications stands out—three texts from a number you don’t recognize. 

(2h ago) xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey, y/n xxx-xxx-xxxx: it’s schlatt xxx-xxx-xxxx: i got your number from ted from joelle, hope that’s okay

Your stomach flips. 

Oh. Oh my god. 

You walk back into the kitchen to face Joelle, who smiles sheepishly. "Ted mentioned he thought Schlatt might regret not getting your number. I just… gave him a little nudge to make it happen."

You blink, still processing what she just said. Joelle’s expression shifts to looking genuinely apologetic. “I’m sorry if that was too much, but from what I saw and what I heard from Ted, you two were totally hitting it off at the bar last night. It seemed like a missed opportunity if I didn’t.” You’re torn between being mildly annoyed and unexpectedly flattered. “All i did was spill a drink in his lap.” you mutter, still staring at the texts from Schlatt.

Joelle leans forward in her chair. “Well, clearly it was something more than that to him. And now you’ve got a chance to find out what. So… are you going to reply, or are you just going to leave him hanging?”

You glance back at the messages on your phone, the words “hope that’s okay” echoing in your mind. The temptation to text him back was strong, but your heart races at the thought of it.

“Do you really think I should?” you ask, unsure whether to be thrilled or terrified. “Oh absolutely.” Joelle says with an enthusiastic nod. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

You take a deep breath, the phone in your hand suddenly feeling heavier than it should. The last thing you need is to come off as too eager or weird, but at the same time, there’s a part of you that’s excited over the idea of picking up where the night left off with Schlatt.

After composing yourself, you type out a response and save his number.

you: oh hey! yeah, that’s totally okay, no worries :)

You hit send, your heart still racing as you set the phone down. For a moment there’s only silence, the sound of your and Joelle’s breathing along with the distant buzz of the city outside your window providing a strange comfort. You can’t help but recall your interactions with Schlatt from the bar last night– he was charismatic and funny, with just the right amount of playful arrogance that made it clear he was teasing in good fun. Not to mention he was absolutely gorgeous— those broad shoulders, those warm brown eyes…

What was he feeling right now? Is he nervous? Is he as intrigued by you as you are by him? 

Just then, your phone buzzes again, jolting you from your thoughts. Joelle cheers. “Aaah! See, he already texted you back!”

Schlatt: awesome. Schlatt: how are you? Schlatt: hungover?

You smile, shifting in your chair as you glance at Joelle, who beams at you in return. The conversation with Schlatt picks up effortlessly, flowing just like it had the night before.

You: i’m good! hangover’s looming a bit, but it’s not enough to keep me in bed, LOL You: joelle woke me up with donuts You: you?

Schlatt: damn. some house guests i have, i didn’t wake up to donuts. Schlatt: i’m good though, i don’t really get hungover 

You: oh. lucky you, i guess 😒

Schlatt: yeah, guess so 🫅

You: 🙄 You: anyways…

Schlatt: anyways... what? got anything fun planned for today?

You: honestly, not really. might go for a walk, maybe catch up on some work stuff. nothing exciting.

Schlatt: sounds like a solid plan. i’m doin the same, stayin out of trouble for once.

You: yeah, right. I think we both know that’s not true

Schlatt: fair point. i’ll probably end up in brooklyn robbing a bodega at gunpoint for youtube content

You: oh wow. willing to die for your craft, i respect it

Schlatt: you know it

You: well, enjoy your trouble then. i’ll be over here trying to be a responsible adult

Schlatt: responsible adult? sounds boring

You: yeah. definitely boring.

Schlatt: well maybe we gotta find you a new hobby then. you have an office job, that shit’s depressing

You: hey, it’s not thaaaaat bad

The use of "we" in his message sends a strange flutter through your chest. It feels casual, but there’s something about it that makes your heart beat a little faster. 

You set your phone down, glancing over at Joelle, who’s barely holding back her grin. "What?" you ask again, half-laughing. She leans back in her chair, clearly enjoying the moment. "Just enjoying the show. It’s cute, you know, how you’re trying to play it cool." You roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips gives you away. “Don’t give me that look,” she teases. “It’s obvious you’re into him. No need to pretend otherwise.” You take a deep breath, leaning against the table as you glance back at your phone. The message from Schlatt still lingers on the screen, his playful challenge hanging in the air. You're not sure why, but something about this feels different, more than just a random flirtation or passing interest.

"Okay, fine," you say, breaking the silence. "Maybe I am a little into him. But I’m not jumping into anything, alright?" Joelle raises her hands. "I'm not entirely suggesting any jumping. But, just so you know, I think he’s got potential." You sigh, trying not to smile at her overzealous enthusiasm. "You’re terrible, you know that?" She shrugs innocently, shit eating grin plastered on her face. "If by terrible you mean ‘helping you get with the potential man of your dreams’, then yes, I do know that."

Your phone buzzes again, snapping you back to the conversation at hand. You glance down at the screen, and a small grin tugs at your lips.

Schlatt: yeah. “that” bad. Schlatt: i’m taking this as a challenge. I could totally make responsible adulthood a little more interesting

Your heart skips a beat. You glance at Joelle, who’s already reading from the seat next to you, waiting for your reaction. Without thinking, you type a response and hit send before you can second-guess yourself.

You: yeah i bet. let’s see what you’ve got

Joelle lets out a small cheer, clearly thrilled by your response. "Look at you, taking the plunge." she says, a teasing tone in her voice.

You glance at your phone one more time, wondering if you just made a huge mistake—or if, maybe, it would be the start of something amazing.

⭑

The rest of your weekend flew by all too fast. The texts from Schlatt come more often now, slipping seamlessly into the rhythm of your daily life. At first, you felt a little nervous, wondering if you were reading too much into it. But soon, you realized he wasn’t just texting you for the sake of it— he genuinely seemed interested, and you couldn’t help but feel the same. It’s not a constant barrage of texts, but there’s a steady stream; lighthearted banter, jokes about your attempts to be a ‘responsible adult,’ and more than a few playful digs at each other’s habits. The conversations flow easily, like you’ve known each other much longer than just a few days. The pressure to impress fades, replaced by something more natural— talking for the sake of talking, sharing small moments and mundane details. The kind of banter you’d have with a friend, but with a hint of something more beneath the surface. The casualness of it all makes you feel a little lighter, more at ease. There’s no pressure, no rush, just two people chatting about whatever comes to mind. You realize, somewhere between the light teasing and the late-night message exchanges, that you’ve gotten used to his presence in your day— his humor, his attention, the way he manages to make you laugh without even trying. It felt… right.

By Wednesday, the texting had become a part of your routine.

Your work day drags on until, finally, it’s time to clock out. You walk home through crisp autumn air, the fading sunlight casting a warm orange glow over the city, wrapping you in its familiar hum. The city you loved was alive, but in this moment, it felt peaceful— like you were in your own little world. 

You had been home for about an hour when you heard the front door open. You turn to see Joelle, eyes wide with excitement, stepping in from work. "Y/N! Oh my god! I have news!" She kicks the door shut behind her, tosses her purse and jacket onto a dining chair, and plops down on the couch next to you. "Hi, first of all." she says, pulling you into a quick hug. "I hope you had a good day. Second of all, look!” She flips her phone around to show you a text she received from Ted.

TED<33: Hey! A bunch of work friends are here in NYC for a Twitch event and we thought it would be fun to throw a lil get-together for everyone at Schlatt’s place on Friday. We’d love it if you and Y/N came as well :)

You blink, surprised. "Oh wow.” Joelle nods, her excitement palpable. “I know, right?” 

Your heart flutters in your chest thinking about seeing Schlatt again, and you knew Joelle had been dying to spend more time with Ted. How could you refuse? You take a deep breath, trying to mask the sudden rush of excitement that floods your chest. "Sure, why not?" you say, a smile beginning to form on your face. 

Joelle grins, practically bouncing in her seat. "Yes! I knew you’d say yes!" She leans in, volume dropping. "At least I was hoping you would, ‘cuz I may have already started mentally picking out an outfit. No pressure, but I’m ready to turn heads. And by heads, I mean Ted’s head."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "I’ll try to keep up with you."

As Joelle practically skips off to her room to sift through her closet, you find yourself glancing at your phone. All of your messages with Schlatt are still fresh in your mind, and the idea of seeing him again makes your stomach flip in a way you can’t quite explain. It’ll be fine– It’s just a party, right?

You let out a breath, shaking off the nerves as you pick up your phone and type out a message to him. 

You: so You: a party, huh?

You get a reply within minutes.

Schlatt: stupid fuckin ted doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, i was gonna invite you myself Schlatt: but yeah. I figured it would be nice to invite all my buddies over while they’re all in ny Schlatt: you comin’?

You: oh yeah, i’ll be there You: joelle wouldn’t go without me, and how could i deny her the chance to see ted again?

Schlatt: god dude he never shuts up about her

You: yeah she never shuts up about him either You: it’s cute tho

Schlatt: yeah. “cute” Schlatt: more like makes me wanna rip my skin off

You: jealous?

Schlatt: hardly.

You: uh huh, sure You: just admit it, you’re secretly a softie

Schlatt: no chance in hell

You: if you say so! You: anyway. what’s the predicted vibe for this party

Schlatt: probably just a bunch of youtubers getting drunk and being loud, you know the usual Schlatt: but i’m sure it’ll be fun

You: oh wow, sounds like a blast You: honestly i’m a little nervous to be around so many ppl i don’t know, but at least i’ll have a good excuse to drink, LMAO

Schlatt: that’s the spirit.

You: what time should we be there?

Schlatt: official time 8 but u can show up whenever, ted will probably text you guys 20 times before then asking when you’re coming though, lol

You: he’s funny. You: well, guess i’ll see you friday at 8?

Schlatt: hell yeah.

Setting your phone down, you smile. You’ll be seeing him again, in person, and that thought has you feeling unexpectedly giddy. You wonder what it’ll be like—if the easy banter you have over text will translate to the real thing. On top of that, there’s the thought of being around so many new people you’ve never met, adding a layer of nerves you can’t quite shake. But maybe it’s better not to overthink it. It’s just a party, and it’s just Schlatt.

"Just Schlatt." you think, the words echoing in your mind. If you’re honest, it’s starting to feel like so much more than just Schlatt.

The two days leading up to the party felt like an eternity, anticipation building up in your stomach like a ticking time bomb of nerves. By Friday afternoon, you were practically buzzing in your seat at work, waiting for the time you could finally leave and start getting ready for the party. You’ve already checked your phone more times than you’d like to admit, hoping for another text from Schlatt that might ease the suspense, or at least give you something to laugh about— but you were met with radio silence. You assume he’s busy preparing to host, but that doesn’t stop your nerves from creeping in. To distract yourself, you turn to outfit options, sifting through your closet until you find something that feels just right—casual, but still nice, adaptable to whatever vibe the other guests might bring.

You’re in the bathroom just starting on your makeup when you hear the front door swing open and Joelle’s excited footsteps coming down the hall. “Hey, Jelly!” you call out, peeking through the cracked bathroom door. Joelle appears in the doorway, eyes gleaming with excitement. “Heyyy, love the outfit! You ready for tonight?” You smile, a tinge of nervousness peaking through. “I mean… I guess? Not like I really have a choice, right?” She grins. “Nope!”

⭑

Forty-five minutes later, you and Joelle are stepping out onto the sidewalk, feeling a rush of nerves as you take in the towering building in front of you– Schlatt’s apartment complex. “Damn, this place is faaaan-cy,” Joelle comments. She looks over at you, and you both share a nervous, excited glance. “Well,” she says with a shrug, already making her way toward the entrance. “Only one way to go from here!”

As you step into the elevator, Joelle glances down at her phone, re-reading a message from Ted. “Top floor, Penthouse 2B,” she reads aloud, eyebrows raised. “Seriously, how rich is this guy?” She nudges you playfully. “Guess you’ve hit the jackpot.” You roll your eyes, nudging her with a laugh. “Stop it.” 

The elevator dings, and soon you’re stepping out onto the top floor. The hallway is quiet, softly lit and lined with plush, deep blue carpet. You turn right, leading to a sleek door marked with a plaque that reads:

PENTHOUSE SUITE | 2B

Joelle types out a quick text to Ted as you both approach the door. You take a steadying breath, exchanging a glance with her. “You ready?” She gives you a confident nod. “Hell yeah.”

You raise your hand to knock, but before you can make contact, the door swings open to reveal Ted himself, grinning wide.

"Heyyy, look who finally made it!" Ted booms. Behind him, the room hums with laughter, music, and lively conversation. Ted pulls Joelle in for a quick hug, telling her she looks great, and it’s great to see her again. When he turns to you, his face lights up with a playful smirk. "Well hey, Y/N.” he says, arms already open. You laugh, stepping in for a hug. "Hi, Ted." His enthusiasm is infectious, and thinking back to the bar, you can’t help but realize that this seemed to be typical Ted—friendly, warm, and definitely a hugger. 

He steps back, still grinning, and gestures toward the lively scene behind him. “Come on in! I can take your jackets and bags if you want, we’re just tossing them in the closet down the hall.” Ted takes your things as you step inside and heads toward the hallway, leaving you and Joelle alone. You turn to her, shaking your head with a smile. "He’s such a goofball." Joelle leans in close, grinning. "Oh, I know. I need him. Bad." You roll your eyes. "You’re ridiculous." As you look away from Joelle and begin scanning the room, your eyes land on a familiar face.

Schlatt.

He’s completely absorbed in an intense game of beer pong, set up on a plastic folding table in the center of the living room. Dressed in black jeans and a pale green crewneck, his messy brown curls brushed against his forehead. For a moment, you’re frozen, watching him in the midst of the lively chaos around him. Looking at the lack of cups left on the table, you could tell the game was close. His focus is intense as he lines up to throw the ping-pong ball, eyebrows furrowed. 

God, he was handsome. Intensely focused and entirely in his element, you feel yourself drawn to him, your stomach tightening with a mix of nerves and excitement just from being near him.

The moment is broken when the other person on his team, a guy in a black tank top with short light brown hair and an eyebrow slit, claps him on the back. “Let’s go big guy, sink it!” Schlatt rolls his eyes, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Dude, i was trying to lock in and focus, and you totally fucked me up.” 

You stifle a chuckle as the two of them start bickering, and after a moment, Schlatt takes the shot. The ball sinks into the cup, and he pumps his fist in victory. His teammate raises his hand for a high-five as the two guys on the other side of the table drink from the cup– Schlatt leaves him hanging. Then, his gaze shifts, and for a moment, your eyes lock. Flustered, you raise a hand, giving an awkward wave. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he gives you a subtle wave in return. 

Before you even realize it, Ted reappears, pulling your focus from Schlatt’s game. “Alright, guess I'm playin’ host while Schlatt is preocuppied, drinks anyone? We’ve got a ridiculous selection in the kitchen. Beer, tequila, whiskey, vodka, seltzers, literally whatever you want. I’ll be your bartender.” Joelle glances at you, then back to Ted. “Lead the way!”

You follow Ted through the crowded room, weaving past groups of people chatting and laughing, and head into the kitchen. He gestured grandly at the lineup of bottles and mixers on the counter. You scan the options, almost overwhelmed by the sheer variety. “What’ll it be?” Ted asks, leaning against the counter with a playful grin. You glance at Joelle, who’s already eyeing the tequila. “Shots?” she suggests, a mischievous glint in her eye. You laugh, nodding. “Why not?” Ted grins, grabbing three shot glasses and pouring generously. “These are gonna be strong. No complaints after.” You raise an eyebrow playfully as he hands it to you. “I think we can handle a little bit of tequila.”

The three of you clink your glasses together, and you down the shot. The liquor burns on the way down, but the warmth that follows is pleasant. You cough, laughing at Joelle’s exaggerated grimace as she shakes her head. “Smooth.” Ted says with a smirk. “You guys wanna do another?”

“Saving any of that for the rest of us?”

Your breath catches in your throat as you turn around to see Schlatt, running a hand through his hair as he enters the kitchen. He nods at the bottle in Ted’s hand. “Didn’t know we were going hard so early, not that i’m one to talk.” He raises the solo cup in his hand and shakes it, signalling that it was empty.

Ted shrugs, pouring another shot and handing it to Schlatt. “You and Lud win beer pong?”

“Of course we fucking won.” Schlatt shoots back, taking the glass from Ted. “Will and Hasan talk a big game, but they’re pretty dogshit.” He glances at you with a slight smile before turning to Joelle. “You’re Joelle, right? We haven’t officially met—I’m Schlatt.” She grins, nodding. “Yeah, nice to finally meet you!” “Hell yeah.” He raises his glass, and the four of you clink glasses. “Cheers.” he says before downing the shot, face immidiately scrunching up in disgust. “God, I always forget how much I fucking hate tequila.”

Ted and Joelle dissolve into their own conversation– something about a meme they had been texting about earlier, leaving you standing next to Schlatt in silence. You steal a glance at him, unsure of what to say, but he beats you to it. “So, you made it.” he says, folding his arms as he looks you up and down, playful confidence in his gaze. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.” “Of course I did,” you reply, matching his smile. “I’m a responsible adult, remember? I follow through with my plans.” 

“Right, responsible,” he says, shaking his head with a smirk. “That definitely explains why you’re here, at a party, which you specifically told me you were using as an excuse to drink since you didn’’t know anyone other than me, Ted, and your roommate.”

You feel a flush creep up your cheeks as he calls you out. "Okay, fair," you laugh, raising your hands in surrender. "But hey, technically, I am being responsible— I showed up with Joelle, I’m not drinking alone, and I know I’ll get home safe. That counts, right?" He leans one arm against the counter, smirk still in place. “Yeah, yeah, if you say so. Sounds like a fancy way to justify a night of poor decisions.” “Poor decisions?” you echo, raising an eyebrow. “We’re just getting started. Who says any of them will be poor?”

“Oh, now you’re making me curious.” His voice drops slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “But really,” he shifts his weight, his eyes darting to the floor, then back up at yours. “It's nice to see you. In person, I mean. Good to know you weren’t just some drunken hallucination and I’ve actually been texting a real person all week.”

You smile, feeling the warmth in your cheeks deepen. “Yeah, it’s nice to see you too.” The two of you hold eye contact, and for a moment, the tension between you lingers, thick and unspoken. Unable to handle it any longer, you break the silence with a light laugh. “But who knows? Maybe I have been a drunken hallucination this whole time. You’re actually just talking to yourself in your kitchen right now.” He lets out a soft laugh, and you continue. “Oh I'm serious, everyone is staring– it’s super weird.”

He rolls his eyes with a grin. “Alright, alright. Now you’re pushin’ it.”

You both chuckle, the moment settling comfortably between you. Then Ted leans in, breaking the pause. “So, what’s next?” he asks, glancing between you, Schlatt, and Joelle. A cheer erupts from down the hall, likely from the latest beer pong game. Schlatt shrugs, nodding toward the noise.

“Wanna play the next round?”

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[cassiebones]

Agathario hot drink/baking fic perhaps? My heart is weak and damaged and only fluff fics can fix it

Agatha couldn't cook for shit.

She didn't typically need to cook, really. Stealing the power of other witches over the centuries had provided her with enough sustenance to keep her satisfied, alive.

But she still liked to bake. She was pretty good at baking, actually. She was a true witch, able to follow the steps to a recipe on the back of a box until she concocted something delicious.

Like brownies or cookies. Or a whole cake.

And she could decorate that cake. With magic!

Which is what she did for Rio's birthday. Or, well, what they considered her birthday. She had been alive for as long as humans had, before the modern Gregorian calendars were put into use and, until the mid-1690's, she hadn't even considered a use for a birthday.

Until Agatha.

Agatha, whose birthday was July 7, 1675, the night of a blood moon. Her mother had never celebrated her birthday as enthusiastically as the other coven mothers celebrated their own daughters' birthdays, but she put up a good front, crafting a cake and singing a traditional witches' song on the day of her birth, though Evanora sang less joyfully than the others. Agatha was always in attendance at the birthday celebrations of other young witches, watching with envy as their mothers showered them with praise, good wishes, and gifts. Agatha's gifts were always practical, like a new dress or re-soled shoes, or a hairbrush. But the other girls received heirloom jewelry to mark the occasions. Or new journals and spellbooks.

Evanora did her best to keep Agatha away from magic at all costs, even hindering her powers.

Agatha didn't care about the trinkets, though. She liked the cake. Her mother rarely made anything sweet in their home, but she always made the best cakes for birthdays, trying desperately to show off for her friends. Agatha had watched her for years, learning how to follow the steps for a delicious cake, writing them down in her own journal. One day, she decided, she would make her own birthday cake. She wouldn't need her mother anymore.

And, one day, she did just that.

But for Rio.

It was two years after they'd met. Two years since they'd fallen in love. Two years since Agatha's entire coven died trying to kill her. Two years since they'd left Salem behind and found their own abandoned cottage in the middle of a secluded wood. Two years since they began sharing a bed, since Agatha felt true affection for the first time in her life.

"When is your birthday?" Agatha had asked, her cheek resting on Rio's chest, now covered by a thin sheet.

"You know I don't have one," Rio laughed, running her hand through her lover's hair. "I am ageless."

"I know, but there must be some way to mark the start of a new year in your life--er, existence."

Rio cackled. "I've never needed one," she said. "Though, perhaps now, it would be the day that I met you." She cupped Agatha's cheek, running her thumb over the ridge of bone. "I never really felt alive before that. I don't think I actually was."

"You must say that to all the young maidens you bed," Agatha teased, pressing a kiss to Rio's collarbone. Rio leaned down, cupping Agatha's chin between her fingers.

"Not a single soul in this entire universe," she said, "even compares to you. They cannot hold a flame to the great Agatha Harkness and her power."

Agatha felt a thrill run through her and she crawled up the bed, over Rio's body, allowing the sheet to fall from her own chest as she straddled Rio's middle, leaning down to kiss her. The curtain of her hair fell around them, shrouding them.

"Let me make you a birthday cake," she murmured against Rio's lips before kissing her. Rio moaned against her mouth, her arms tightening around Agatha, one hand sinking into her hair as she pulled her closer.

"Whatever you want," she husked against Agatha's lips as they pulled back, breathless and needy. "Just never stop doing that."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Agatha said, smiling against her mouth as she leaned back in, her hands disappearing under the sheets.

They met on June 2nd, 1693, but Rio's first "birthday" celebration was three weeks later than the two-year anniversary, after Agatha had gathered all the necessary ingredients for a proper birthday cake, including three candles.

"It's only been two years," she said, looking down at the cake, which Agatha had decorated by hand, her sloppy, handwritten frosting melting under the heat of the wax candles.

"The third one is for good luck," Agatha explained. "It's meant to represent the year ahead."

"And what am I meant to do with a burning cake?" Rio asked, raising one brow in mirth.

"You make a wish," Agatha huffed. "You've observed humans for thousands of years and yet you still don't know anything about how we celebrate our time on earth?"

"There are so many different traditions, all over the world," Rio huffed. "It's very English of you to think that this is the most common one. Lighting a cake on fire?" She snorted.

"Just blow out the candles," Agatha said, glaring at her, "so I can give you your gift."

"A gift?" Rio asked, her eyes twinkling with delight. "Why didn't you mention a gift?"

"It's meant to be a surprise," Agatha said as Rio blew out her candles. Agatha took something from her pocket, placing it on the table in front of Rio. It was small, wrapped in leaves, tied together with string.

"Ooh," Rio said, her voice like a child as she snatched the package from the table, making quick work of the string and leaves, tearing it all to shreds to reveal...a rock.

A geode, actually, broken open to reveal iridescent gems on the inside, the colors shifting in the light from green to purple. Rio's eyes widened, her lips parting as she turned the geode this way and that, marveling at the rocks.

"I have never seen anything quite so...exquisite," she breathed, then looked up at Agatha, who was watching her with a soft smile. "Well, almost anything."

"Always a charmer," Agatha huffed, smiling affectionately down at her lover. "I found that in a cave not far from here. There are more. I can show you."

"Why do I need more?" Rio asked. "This one is perfect." She pressed it to her chest. "Thank you, my love."

Agatha leaned down, pressing her forehead to Rio's, brushing their noses together. "Happy birthday, Rio," she whispered before pressing their lips together in a gentle, loving kiss.

[foreverlittlesoshi]

just wanna break you down

sub! noah x dom! reader

content warnings: smut and oral (m. receiving)

word count - 936

MINORS DNI 18+

fingers pressing into his jaw as you bring his face closer to yours, his eyes are already so dazed with pleasure and his mind is blank though he wants to say something.

“is there something that you want?” he just whines at your question.

“awww, my poor baby.” the false sympathy in your voice causes his cock to throb and you couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. “don’t go dumb on me just yet, noah.”

he doesn’t have time to grasp another thought as you pucker your lips then spit into his mouth and release his jaw, but you give his cheek a pat before moving away. he quickly snaps his mouth shut as he swallows your spit, the sweetness of it makes his fall back and you tug on his hair to keep him grounded.

“please, do something. anything.” you don’t respond to his begging with words, you simply just curl your hand around his throat and press lightly. the sight of his eyes rolling back made you smirk, he couldn’t control himself as he grinds his hips into yours and you tighten your grips which causes him to let out a whimper and covers his face. 

“oh no, baby. don’t cover that beautiful face of yours.” you tell him as you let go of his neck, causing him to almost choke on air and you rubbed your thumb on his cheek to help him calm down a bit. he lets out another whine as he feels you move your body lower. peppering kisses along his ink covered torso until you reach his waistband, he wrapped up in that feeling that he didn’t expect you to rip his joggers and boxers down so quickly. his cock slapping against his abdomen heavily, drops of precum already covering the tip and leaving white translucent dots on him. 

“i know i always say this but you’re so big noah.” you tell him as you stare at it. 

noah appreciated the compliment, he always did but that’s the last thing he wanted right now. he needed you to touch him before he came on himself. he knew you had control over him but he didn’t know it was this much control to the point where he was on the verge of tears as you begin to lightly drag your nails up his thighs.

“such a good boy for me.” noah couldn’t stop the moan from leaving his mouth at the pet name and that caused you to chuckle. he felt like he was finally on cloud 9 as you wrapped your hand around his cock. the feeling of your soft hand pumping him made him moan loudly. his brain finally short circuiting as you put the tip inside your mouth, your tongue teasing his slit and swirling around the tip.

he let out a hiss as he felt you go deeper, hollowing your cheeks and jerking off the rest that couldn’t fit in your mouth. drool pooling out the sides of your mouth, choking slightly as you take him deeper and he groans as he feels your throat tighten. you pulled off him just to let out a few coughs.

“no, please keep going.” he begs you and you giggled at him, he looked so pathetic and cute.

“don’t worry, pretty boy. i am but keep begging because you sound so pretty.” you kissed the tip as he whimpered and rubbed the precum around him.

“fuck, please.” you swore you saw a tear escape his eye. “please, i need you so badly. i need to cum, please. fuck please.”

“well, since you asked so nicely.” you coo at him then take him back into your mouth, as far as you could and swallow around him. the sounds he let out were so heavenly and he looked so beautiful, head tilted back with his brows furrowed as his face was flushed pink with his mouth slightly open letting out the cutest sounds you didn’t think was possible from noah. you pulled away for just a moment to give his cock one long lick which caused him to cry out for you.

“fuck, baby. please keep going, i’m so fucking close.” he whines as his body shivers, his hands grip the sheets but you untangle them from the tight grasp.

“i know, you’ve been such a good boy for me and you’ll get to cum soon.” you inform him as you lace your fingers through his. “hold my hand, baby.”

he didn’t let go as you began to sucking at the tip again, feeling his cock twitch and you smiled slightly. tonguing at his slit, he couldn’t help but cum and let out a loud grunt. he tasted sweet with a hint of saltiness but you didn’t mind as you swallowed. 

you sat on your knees hovering over him though you noticed a few drops of cum on his stomach and you couldn’t help but drag your finger to gather it and he opened his eyes at the feeling of you touching him again. he thought he was about to cum again as he saw you suck his cum off your finger and hummed at the taste. sticking your tongue out to show him none of it was wasted which he smiled softly at.

“you did so well for me, my love.” you tell him as you cupped his face and kissed him, gently since he’s so spent.

“i love you so fuckin much, we gotta do this again.” he says softly which surprised you.

“oh, so you like it when i’m dominating you?” 

“absolutely.”

i decided to try to write a sub fic since that's something i never thought i would but yall got me with sub! noah

title comes from makedamnsure by taking back sunday

[kaylatoonz]

Ok I'm not sure if I’ll ever pick up the comic for this AU again with me slowly losing motivation to draw scu/sonic content (the trailers aren’t helping 😑).

So I’m going to give the gist of the story of this AU.

(Edit: This came out longer then I intended 😅).

Art for the AU

Metal/Metal Sonic character sheet

Amy character sheet

Bonus post one and two

context:

In this AU metal sonic or metal (for now) was not created by dr eggman he was created by a rival tribe to the echidnas, a hedgehog tribe. Metal was designed to hold and wield the chaos emeralds and then master emeralds in hopes of overthrowing the echidna tribe's war hungry reign. Unfortunately the project was proven to be a failure and later unnecessary when the owl guardians got involved. With no purpose for the robot and fears that it could be dangerous if it were to fall into the wrong hands, metal's creator sealed him away within a temple. Sentient or not, Metal’s creator had his mind fully set on never letting his tribe or anyone see his work. To keep the world safe and to make sure his failure would never see the light of the day again.

And it would have stayed that way if it weren’t for one fateful winter.

During one particularly brutal winter a pink hedgehog takes shelter within an abandoned temple. Due to the temple ruins not providing enough warmth and her curiosity of the uncharted ruins, she ventures deeper. In the Midst her exploration of the sacred ruins the pink hedgehog finds many intriguing artifacts and trinkets. One peculiar trinket caught her eyes were two golden rings. These rings weren’t like any ordinary warp rings to the hedgehog’s disappointment. The rings were more like bracelets being large in size. It made it so very tempting to try them on just for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t hurt. She hesitantly but eagerly place the rings on her wrist to admire for a moment. but when she decided she had her fill she moved to remove the bracelets only to find she couldn’t. Like any sane and rational being who was dealt with this situation she panicked. Unbeknownst to her panic awoke belated chao power sending pink sparks and bolts of energy from her quills. And that power awakened something that resided within the space the pink hedgehog was currently inhabiting. A loud rusty creaking sound jolted the hedgehog from her panic, arising a new fear that she wasn’t alone. A pair of Neon blue eyes illuminating the space did nothing to ease her fears, edging her to take cover from the being view. She tried to wait the creature out in hopes it would leave but the rattling of chains and continuous unpleasant creaking noise dashed those hopes. the hedgehog start devising a way to escape undetected until her ears picked up something. A sadly familiar sound. The rattling of chains told her that the creature was securely contained within the opposite side of the room. Normally this would bring relief but it was the sound that accompanied the chains that made her heart ache. A whirring sound that almost sounded like whining as the creature fought against the chains. It wasn’t a monstrous beast fighting to free itself to hunt her down, no it was trapped and it was afraid.

Coming to that conclusion she decides she'll try to get a better look of the creature and maybe help them. Upon closer expectation the creature was a robot and it was in fact afraid. Now the robot was even more afraid, learning it wasn’t alone backing itself into the wall it was chained to. Taking note of this the hedgehog approaches the robot as slowly and non threateningly as possible. with caution and care Amy managed to get close enough to the robot to free them from their shackles or at least she tried. It turns out the shackles were a lot harder to remove then she anticipated. She would need to find a key if there were one.

Sometime later the hedgehog had become increasingly frustrated upon realization that there were in fact no keys for the shackles. if there was one they were long gone with whatever jerk who decided to lock up the poor thing. The poor thing in question fears had long disappeared now replaced with amusement of the pink hedgehog's failed attempts to free them. Despite the seemingly hopeless situation they were in, they couldn’t help but feel content that they weren’t alone. At least for now. Unfortunately for them those feelings were short lived as the pink hedgehog growing frustration had triggered her powers which in turn caused both inhabitants to panic. The chao energy surges into the ring bracelet activating some form of ancient power. The sudden unknown power emerging from the relics did nothing to decrease their increasing panic. Just when strange power reached its peak it summoned something strange within its light then the power surge ceased. As the pink hedgehog’s eyes adjusted from the blinding light she locked on to a large hammer that she was pretty sure wasn’t there before. And judging from the confusion in the robot eyes? He didn’t have any prior knowledge of the new tool. turning her attention back to the strange new object she couldn’t help, but feel that it was calling to her. then an idea came to mind. The idea in question didn’t give the hedgehog much comfort, not knowing what the new weapon could affect her upon contact. Having no other option she hesitantly took hold of the hammer’s handle. When no negative effect followed she adjusted her hold into a tight one and lifted it. It was heavier than she expected but she managed. She then returned her focus back to the now very nervous robot who must have caught on her plan. The hedgehog could only offer a few words of encouragement and promise to be as careful as she could. The robot's confidence still waned But seeing that there were no other options, they straightened himself as if to say “bring it on”. Taking his gesture as saying he was ready, she took two confidence swings at the Shackles,Taking care to put enough force to shatter his restraints, and not his wrists. with that the robot was free. After a brief celebration the Hedgehog decided it was about time she properly introduced herself to her possible new friend. She introduced herself as Amy rose while also quickly apologizing for the rough first impression. Amy then asked for the robot name and if he would like to be her friend. The robot nodded eagerly but didn’t seem to feel inclined to answer The first question. Or maybe he couldn’t. The robot hadn’t spoken a word since they both met. This didn’t bother Amy in the slightest If he didn’t wanna talk, she would give him all the time he needed. If he couldn’t talk, then they would just have to find a better way to communicate. Figuring out if he had a name would have to be to the start. She rephrased her first question asking if he had a name. maybe she could guess it through yes or no questions maybe charades. The robot looked down solemnly and shook his head. With that response, Amy's anger towards the robot's creator deepened but she buried those feelings for now. There were more important things right now, like finding a perfect name for her new friend. Plus she didn’t wanna make him think her anger was directed towards him. So she took a breath and suggested they make a game out of it. Amy would suggest some names and see which the robot liked best. At first, she suggested some silly ones just to get a reaction which succeeded in pulling him out of his gloomy mood. Later along the line, she got a bit more serious with the names, but none seem to fit. After some time though , they finally settled for Metal. It was simple, but it felt right.

At this moment their loneliness came to an end and their bright yet tragic story of friendship began.

As the seasons passed Amy and Metal’s bond grew stronger with each trial they faced surviving together alone. They share everything, their struggles, strengths, weaknesses and even their hopes and dreams. Amy dreamed of one day exploring other worlds, going on adventures and meeting new people. While Metal was content with things staying just the way they were, by Amy’s side. But making Amy happy meant the world to him. If it meant a little change to their status quo Metal would do anything to make Amy‘s dream come to fruition. The only problem lied in the lack of rings. During his time spent with Miss Rose, he came to learn that rings were a form of currency and a way they travel between worlds. And Rose didn’t have much access to them. There weren’t many ways to make rings while staying in hiding so Amy mostly scraped by throughout her life.

This way of life for his friend never sat well with Metal. how was she ever to achieve her goal if she never took what she deserved. If Amy couldn’t reach her goal Metal decided he would do whatever it takes to help Amy get what she wanted. or at the moment what she needed ,what she needed was rings, and he knew just where to get them. The arena.

In the past Amy had mentioned that some chose (or were forced) to partake in battles against opponents to win rings. Sure, Amy had warned him of the dangers and their unsavory practices but Metal would be careful. Besides, he was built sturdy and he was confident the fighters in the arena were inferior to his power. In way he was right, he was victorious in battle and got the rings he need but at a cost. He had greatly underestimated his opponents leaving him a bit worse for wear. His condition was not preferable but he got what he needed and Amy joy would be worth it. Unfortunately what Metal got was in fact the opposite. Amy flipped out when metal return not even paying mine to the pouch of ring he held. Which led to an argument between friends. Amy was furious, how could Metal do something so stupid and reckless. With how damaged metal was, Amy doubted she could repair him. The chance of finding someone who could was just as slim as finding some who wouldn't try to take him apart. Metal on the other hand had grown frustrated that she hadn’t acknowledged his prize and only greeted him with rage. When Amy finally took notice of the pouch of rings she softened and her fury subsided. She was touched that he went this far to do someone special for her but reaffirmed that what he did was extremely stupid and dangerous. If he had died in that arena she would have never known. She tells him that she would rather have him then some dumb rings and make him promise not to do anything like that again. Metal nodded, feeling warm at his friend’s care and concern for him. He knew how much he needed her but he never considered how much she needed him or cared for him. Before they moved on from the topic, Amy made it clear to him that they’re not using the rings for her. They would be using the rings to find someone they could trust to repair him. Metal shakingly nods seeing how stern Amy was with this demand.

This is where team sonic comes in.

After some trial and error they eventually find themselves on earth. Metal’s condition grew increasingly dire with each world they traversed. With each venture Amy grew more determined to save her friend, despite the hopelessness. Fortunately, her strong resolve paid off when she ran into one of the Wachowski bros, Sonic. unfortunately upon Sonic's first encounter with Metal mistook him for a banged up badnik looking for trouble. So he attacked Metal which led to a misunderstanding when Amy came to defend her friend. She made it clear that she wouldn’t let Sonic do any further harm to her friend. If he dared to try again he would have to go through her and her hammer. At that moment Amy brought some clarity to the situation, that Metal wasn’t a threat. Upon realizing this sonic was quick to apologize. He even offered his help, vouching for his little brother Tails who was the best man for the job to repair metal’s damage (and the one’s he caused). Not having any other options, Amy took on his offer despite Metal’s grievances. As promised, Tails was able to repair metal to the best of his ability (though there would be some kinks to work out, Metal was an ancient piece of work). When the looming threat of the possibility of losing her friend and sonic proving to be trustworthy she decided to properly introduce themselves. Sonic in turn reintroduced himself and his brother’s tails the fox and knuckles the echidna. Sonic also proudly claimed they were the trusted protectors of Green Hills and earth. This piqued her interest and excitement, past transgressions ALMOST forgotten. She was meeting heroes who probably had all kinds of cool and exciting adventures. She wanted to know everything and Sonic was happy to oblige. Metal was not happy he did not like nor trust these.. “heroes” And wanted nothing to do with them. He hoped Amy would follow suit but she was too enamored by the blue idiot’s stories.

As Amy spent more and more time with team Sonic (mostly sonic) she grew to be closer to the gang. This closest in turn made Metal feel more and more out of place. He started to notice some things that he never felt when it was just him and Amy. he noticed how his fingers could never quite intertwine with Amy’s as perfectly as they did with Sonic’s. He noticed that he could never enjoy a meal with Amy like Sonic. And that he could never make Amy feel special in the same way Sonic did. Metal slowly grew to envy and resent Sonic for simply existing. These unchecked emotions eventually lead to an outburst and misunderstanding between Sonic and Metal. The incident drove a wedge in Amy and metal’s friendship(at least in metal’s eyes). Leading to Metal wander off alone to sulk. He was vulnerable. Vulnerable enough for a certain doctor robotnik to take advantage of him. Offering twisted promises that he could refine Metal, making him no longer inferior to Sonic. If this could make him do all the things Sonic could do and more he would do whatever it took to get Amy to smile for him. And only him.

[lightsiided]

     a beam of sunlight crosses his handsome face. rey glances up to watch the clouds part, silent appreciation for thor's gesture nestling into her bones. a knot within her seems to unwind and, after a moment, a gentle, content sigh leaves her lips. instantly, rey starts to feel her energy increase. the sun warms her skin and the planet around them. in turn, it feeds its life to her. she is acutely aware of every blade of grass beneath their feet, every flower and tree nearby. rey leans back against thor's chest and soaks the sun in like one of them.

it is quite PEACEFUL, even more so when she feels his head lean into hers. rey lets her eyes slide shut, appreciating the quiet. thor is so close she can feel the beat of his heart, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath. rey turns in to tuck herself closer to him, as if they are in bed and she is reluctant to slip from the sheets and greet the day. the war is won, after all.

unfortunately, that doesn't mean their work is over. as she is lifted to her feet, rey opens her eyes, stretching her arms above her head. it is quite a loaded question; neither conversation will be EASY. both come with their own challenges, complexities she has been enjoying not considering for these last few moments.

there is an apology that must be made to finn. more discussion that must happen about their future, about all she'd said and had allowed to be left unsaid. when thought about THAT WAY, the tactical conversation with poe seems much simpler. "poe," rey murmurs, then. she clears her throat. "let's get his reports and start to think of a plan for the next few days so we can start sending people off. i'm sure there are at least a few squadrons already starting to get restless."

she squeezes his hand, following behind thor with a smile. it is sweet, how he tugs her along. how he keeps her close, how he refuses to relinquish his grip. "the conversation with finn will be longer. i want to give it the attention it deserves -- without distraction. talking to poe will take some things off my mind." the noise of the OTHERS grows louder, the closer they come. the peace of the jungle is replaced by the snippets of chatter she overhears as their team members wave and call out to her.

but she stops before they reenter the room, concern making her still. immediately, rey feels GUILTY -- he is right; she had hidden things from him. she hadn't called when she needed his help, hadn't wanted to ruin his travels. she hadn't wanted to ask. even now, part of her believes she has burdened him with some unnamed heaviness, something he can't possibly want to deal with or care about. yet here he is, asking her for more. it is a phenomenon she's not sure she'll ever understand.

rey hesitates, looking down at her toes. "you were dealing with a lot," she reminds, trying not to be too defensive. is it so wrong to not want to add to that load? he must know she never intended for any of this to happen. "it's not that i... don't want to tell you." alongside what he has already guessed, she was also AFRAID. afraid of his reaction, or that thor might not understand. that he would be afraid of what she might do, like she knows her friends were. she bites at the inside of her cheek. "i promise i will try to be more forthcoming in the future. i just ask that you're patient with me. it's somewhat of a... new concept."

“you helped.”

reverently does thor stare up at her, from beneath his lashes.  their faces are so close that he can see clearly all the details of hers.  the scar on her cheek, each individual freckle.  the subtle beginnings of lines at the corners of her eyes.  love, content, appreciation in her eyes — everything he feels mirrored back at him.

“please, know that.  it may not feel like it — that fault is only my own — but you did.  more than anyone could have.  if not for you, i… don’t believe i could have survived these last five years.  i don’t believe i would have wanted to.”

it is an uncomfortable truth.  everything between them had become so distant, so strained.  thor’s emotions clouded everything good — even her.  all her attempts, lifelines that they were, were shot down.  so much arguing followed by tense silence, and still…  rey was the only thing that remained for him to look forward to.  to brighten his days, even if it was barely visible through the storm clouds.  where would he have been without that?  that fight surely would have been his last.  who could possibly endure such nothingness?

silence falls over him — content and comfortable.  thor simply basks in her touch and her closeness.  he says nothing as he grants her request; above them, the clouds begin to dissipate and the shine of the sun breaks through.  grey skies give way to clear blue.  at the same time, he pulls her further into his lap, his arm holding her protectively against him.  first his chin meets her shoulder, then he tilts his head against hers.

for many moments, he simply appreciates the serenity.  the golden rays of the sun peaking through the jungle trees, the sounds of animals scurrying about now that the ground warms.  he doesn’t know exactly how much time has passed when he at last lifts his head, presses a kiss to the base of her neck, and turns his eyes up toward her again.

“who would you like to see first: poe, or finn?”  hands on her hips, he is careful in lifting rey off of him and settling her on her feet.  he rises behind her without relinquishing his hold.  each step he takes is slow; tenderly, he guides her along with him.  “i had mentioned earlier, there are things i think you and finn have to discuss.  possibly… privately.”  regardless, the direction he takes them in will lead them back inside.

more members pass them by, and thor’s small smile is more genuine, now, as he nods to them in greeting.  but upon approaching the threshold of the medcenter, thor’s head dips, and his voice lowers.

“similarly…  you have withheld a lot recently.  i believe it stems from fear of not wanting to burden anyone.  you believe everyone’s personal problems are enough to bear, correct?  and you don’t wish to add to it.  i don’t want you to do that anymore — not ever again, not with me.”  there is a firmness in his voice that hadn’t previously been there, but there is only concern in thor’s eyes as he watches her.  “if there is something that must be said, you say it.  you tell me what troubles you.  i promise to do the same.  hiding from one another…  it only hurts us both, in the end.”