#mmm...chest fuzz

[magicmalcolm]

[kurooh]

10:17 pm.

☆ 18+ content, timeskip! kozume kenma.

( when kenma is feeling needy, he guides your hands to palm the lining of his semi hard dick. but you tease the shit out of him with a handjob until he shoves his cock and fucks your throat and cums on your face :) ) — anon

“kenmaaaa,” you gently push your hand against the plush armrest of his gaming chair, huffing. “please come to bed so we can cuddle together.”

you’ve spent the past few hours on your phone, showering, making the bed, or begging your boyfriend to stop gaming on his computer. you scoot along in your own spinning chair, rolling close to him.

patiently, he says, “soon, baby. i’m almost done.” he adjusts his chair and armrest so you can lean into him and hug him a little. you do, burying your face into his neck and into the fuzz of his hoodie. he’s fighting in the game, his fingers moving swiftly over the keys and mouse. absentmindedly you begin to kiss at his neck, lips trailing over the soft skin and eventually moving upwards towards his jaw. he exhales quietly when you kiss below his ear, shifting his body slightly in his chair.

as you kiss him, you start to gently nip and then suck at his skin, and he finally lets out something between a sigh and a whine. kenma silently takes hold of your hand and places it onto his crotch; you feel the thick outline of his hard cock through his sweats. still, he doesn’t say anything, knowing you’ll understand what he wants.

“can i, ken?” your whisper is sweet and oh so inviting; all he can muster is a quiet ‘yes’. with his permission you tug at the strings of his sweatpants, lift the hem of his hoodie up to graze your hand along his warm belly.

kenma lifts his hips the second you start to pull his pants and underwear down, his cock bobbing as you move together. you open the small bottle of lube on his desk, squeezing some onto your hand, and then you wrap around him.

“mmm, please.” he sounds desperate and your teasing hasn’t even begun.

“please what, ken?”

“please finish what you started,” his words sound like a demand, and also a request at the same time. your lips part, you lean your head down, and you take his tip into your mouth, and he finally reacts. his head tips back, headphones sliding, his lips parting as he moans aloud.

you barely go past his tip, but make sure to tighten your mouth around his tip when you come back up. his thighs part when you start jerking him off, your tongue gliding over his tip now.

“how does that feel, baby?” your free hand squeezes his thigh as you look up at him curiously.

“perfect,” kenma pants, face scrunching as your grip tightens ever so slightly as your hand reaches his tip, then slides back down.

“well, try and focus on your game. wasn’t it soooo important before?” you joke, your hand speeding up as you go back down to lick his tip. his fingers aren’t moving as fast as they were before, and he seems quite distracted now. however, you still feel sour at the fact that he didn’t go to bed with you when you’d been asking for him to do so. you lick at his tip harder, more insistently, while your hand jerks him off faster.

a low, desperate sound tears from his lips and he turns to look at you, his chest heaving. “oh, baby,” his hips push towards your lips, trying to cum in your mouth. his cock tightens, and before he can explode, your hand falls away and you start to kitten lick his tip.

flushed and stunned you denied his orgasm, his eyebrows furrow. “what do you think you’re doing?” your fingers brush over his wet cock, your tongue gentle.

“you didn’t wanna come to bed with me,” you shrug, returning to gently sucking his tip. he grabs the armrest of his chair and squeezes it. frustrated at the slow speed you’re going at, kenma cups the back of your head and slams you down hard on his cock. looking up, you catch a glimpse of his satisfied smirk.

“take it, baby,” he hisses, twisting your hair in his fingers and slamming you up and down his cock. he groans when he hears you choke, your moans muffled by his cock.

“this ‘s what happens when you fucking tease me,” kenma spits, his movements growing rougher. he staves off his orgasm, enjoying this moment almost a little too much. to make things more difficult for you, he pushes his hips up as he slams you down, leaving you little room to breathe.

but, you love it. you’re moaning on his cock like a slut, tears rolling down your cheeks as you take him down your throat. eventually he can’t hold it back anymore, and moans and pants loudly. “fuck, i’m gonna fucking c-cum…” he yanks your head back, snatching his cock and aiming at your face.

you close your eyes just as cum shoots over your face, globs dripping down your nose and forehead. his cock twitches, extra cum flowing down the length. you carefully open your eyes, and stare into his; you reach towards your face, gathering some of the warm cum on your fingers. as though you’re sucking the last bits of sweetness from a popsicle stick, you push your fingers into your mouth. they emerge wet, with no trace of cum whatsoever.

you wink at him, wiping the cum off your face and eating it, and his cock twitches every single time. “okay, baby,” kenma exhales heavily, “don’t make me push you down again.”

when you laugh, he does too, and brings you in for a kiss.

[captainmalewriter]

More Than a Costume

It was supposed to be just a one-time gag. At least, that was what Jake told himself when he first bought the bodysuit. And maybe he did believe it at first. He’d buy the bodysuit, wear it, and show up at his friend’s costume party for cheap laughs. Jake was certainly the talk of the party when he showed up with an all-new identity. After all, who could’ve expected that the lanky white guy would come looking like a genuine Latino with tattoos and a goatee? The bodysuit was so realistic that people didn’t believe him when he said he was actually just Jake wearing a costume. It even earned him 1st place in the costume contest, too!

Once the costume party was over, Jake didn’t know what to do with the bodysuit. He couldn’t return it now that it was used, and after spending $100 on it, Jake didn’t feel right about just throwing it out after only wearing it once. So he decided it would just remain hanging at the back of his closet until the occasion called for it. But as time passed, Jake found himself wanting to wear it again. No matter what he did, his mind wandered back to the Latino bodysuit. It was almost like it was subliminally calling out for him, begging him to wear it again. Jake tried to resist its call, but then he gave into the temptation one night. 

Jake took out the bodysuit from the depths of his closet and held it in his hands. The rubbery suit felt cool against his fingertips. When he first bought the suit, Jake was shocked by how lifelike the synthetic skin looked and felt. Even after some time, he was still thoroughly impressed by it. 

Not wanting to waste any more time, Jake zipped down the zipper on the back of the bodysuit and stretched the opening wide. Jake stuck his leg down the leg of the costume then did the same with the other as he began to pull up the suit to his waist. The sensation of his flaccid dick slipping into the bodysuit’s much girthier cock made goosebumps run up his spine as the cold, rubbery skin touched and wrapped around his warm groin. A shivering moan escaped Jake’s lips as his junked settled into the bodysuit like a snug jockstrap cup. 

Jake was much skinnier than the bodysuit, making for a loose fit as he continued putting it on. He stuck his arms into the sleeves of the bodysuit. His thin fingers slipped into the suit’s burly hands. He brought the suit up to his shoulders, then threw the head of the costume over his face like a helmet. Jake bounced around with glee once he had the suit completely on. The suit hung loosely over his face, chest, and other spots around his body like baggy clothes. Although it was clearly much too big for his small body frame, Jake wasn’t worried. All it took was a few minutes for his body heat to “activate” the bodysuit and bring it to life. He took a deep breath as he felt the oversized bodysuit shift and adjust to his size until it was a perfect fit. What was once a cold, lifeless suit made out of synthetic skin transformed into a living, breathing person like any other once Jake put it on. So long as he kept his lips shut, nobody would ever be able to tell there was a white man controlling this synthetic Latino body. 

“Mmm… ¡mi nuevo cuerpo se siente magnífico!” Jake purred as he ran his forefinger through his scruffy facial. He massaged his neck as he spoke with his new, thick Puerto Rican accent. As someone with a relatively high-pitched voice and couldn’t grow anything beyond peach fuzz, Jake was jealous of other men who had the masculine features he always found attractive. 

He took a look at his handsome new face in the mirror and winked at himself. Jake felt right at home in his new skin and identity. As he donned the multiple piercings that came with his purchase before heading out for a night of fun as Rodrigo, Jake had no idea what putting on the bodysuit for a second time would do to his psyche. Bodysuits were addicting to wear. They made every physical sensation stronger, including and especially pleasure. That was a lesson that Jake would have to learn the hard way as he continued living as Rodrigo for days on end, refusing to take it off as he had fully convinced himself that he was always a Latino man and not some rubber bodysuit.

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Congratulations on 1.6k WIFEY 🩷🎀💋

🐇 Eddie spaghetti, reader says “I never meant to fall in love with you… I just did.” Ball worship… you know😉😏 😌

Eeee tysm baby girl!! I love you!! IM KISSING U RN!!🖤😚 This low key got away from me and isn’t a blurb but I was possessed by his balls.😩

This is for my 1.6k celebration✨

Warnings: Ball worship, pet names, past enemies to lovers, slight hair pulling, established relationship, fluff. 18+MDNI!1.3k

You’re laying in Eddie’s lap on the couch as random horror reruns flash across the tv screen. He’s very invested in the plot of sleepaway camp, giving you random eddie esc commentary here and there. But you can hardly focus on what he’s saying with the way his large ringed fingers scratch your scalp and run down your arm, the calloused tips finding their way under your shirt to stroke the stoke the skin on your hip. Especially since your cheek rested against his mostly soft cock (he could get hard at a moments notice with you around) and all he’s wearing is those flimsy little plaid pajama pants so you can smell his musk.

All you can think about is pulling his pants down so you can lean over and shove your face directly in his balls. His balls. That feel so fucking perfect when you wrap your lips around them and swirl your tongue. His balls that are just so sensitive and the minute you give them any attention he’s a whiney whimpering mess for you. There was just something about Eddie Munson’s balls that drove you insane. Maybe it was the way they hung perfectly nestled behind his thick cock. Or that cute little peach fuzz that they were covered in. It definitely has something to do with the way they tighten up when he cums, practically emptying before your eyes. Ultimately it probably boils down to just how much you love the man they were attached to, and how badly you want to worship every inch of him.

Which is funny considering all the time you spent hating him growing up. But when you ran into him in the city six years after high school he inevitably charmed his way into your heart. If told your high school self you’d be lying in Eddie Munson’s lap, daydreaming about his balls she would’ve laughed in your face. But alas, here you are, staring down at his crotch with heart eyes.

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you… I just did…” You sigh dreamily, bringing your hand up to rest at the crook of his thigh as your nuzzle your cheek against his cock.

“Aw baby, I love you so much I -“ his sentence is cut short when your hand travels from his thigh to cup his balls as you continue to rub your face against him. “Wait… are you talking to my cock right now?”

“Uh-uh, not your cock…” You hum as you start to gently roll his sack in your palm.

“Princess.” He chuckles, cupping your face in his hand to get you to look up at him. It takes everything in you to stop staring at the cloth of his pajamas like you’re suddenly going to gain x-ray vision. “Are you talking to my balls? Did you just profess your love to my nutsack?”

“Mhm.” You hum as you continue to knead his heavy balls through that god forsaken fabric. “They’re just so nice.”

“Yeah?” His gaze softens as he looks down at you. “What’s so great about them, huh?”

“I could tell you… but I think it would be more fun if I just showed you instead.” You flip your body towards him before running your hand across his bare abdomen, making sure to stop to stroke that little thatch of hair under his belly button. You lean forward and place an open mouthed kiss on the tattoo on his chest as your hand travels down into his pants. You take his shaft in your hand, pumping him a few times, you run your thumb along the tip, smearing the precum that gathered there.

“Oh fuuuck, sweetheart.” Eddie groans as he throws his head back. One of his large hands grips onto your hip your while the other finds purchase in his messy mane.

“Mmm wanna make you feel so good, Eddie baby.” You kiss along his chest and down his abdomen as your hand descends lower, cupping his balls again. You massage them in your palm, squeezing them lightly, running the tips of your fingers along the silky sensitive skin. You push yourself up slightly so you can latch your lips onto his, capturing them in a desperate kiss. He moans against your mouth and runs his tongue along your bottom lip, you separate your lips enough for him to slip in and intertwine your tongues.

You continue to make out as you rub him with your hand until you can’t take it anymore, you need to get your mouth on him. You push yourself off the couch onto your knees and grab onto the waistband of those god damn pants, pulling them down and off his ankles. Your eyes hone in on his hard cock and drink in his sack before traveling all over naked his form.

“So pretty, you’re so pretty Eddie.” You run your hands along his muscular thighs, the feeling of the course hairs there sending chills through your body. You kiss up each one of his legs, leaving little nips and flicks of your tongue along the way.

“Fuuuuck, baby doll, that feels so nice.” Eddie groans, one of his hands snaking around to gently cup the back of your head as he looks down at slack jawed and wide eyed like you hung the stars. You hold eye contact with him and you spit on your palm as you take his sack in your now lubed up hand. You fondle him for a moment before leaning down to lightly suck one of his balls into your mouth as you swirl your tongue around the velvety skin. You grab grabs onto his cock with one hand and begin to pump him while the other runs up and down his chest, lightly scratching him with your nails.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that’s so fucking good.” Eddie’s moans, the hold on your head tightening slightly as his fingers start to grab onto your hair. You run your tongue along his sack, making sure to give each side equal attention, running your tongue along each and every inch of them.

“Just love your balls so much, love all of you so much. You smell so good. Wanna make you cum.” You’re practically rambling, drunk off the pleasure you’re giving him. You suck his other ball between your lips, giving it the same treatment. Swirling your tongue, varying between gentle and slightly harder sucking motions. Your hand continues to pump his shaft, your thumb coming up to rub along his slit every once in a while.

“Oh god - oh fuck - baby, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” Eddie’s hips buck slightly as he tugs on your hair, the sexiest moans and whimpers you’ve ever heard leaving his lips.

“Yes, please give it to me.” You practically whine as you pull off of him, looking at him with your mouth and chin covered in drool and he swears he could probably just cum right fucking now. “Wanna feel your balls twitch between my lips when you cum.”

“Holyfuckingshit. Baby, fuck, you’re so hot, oh fuuuuck -“ Eddie throws his head back when you lean down to take his whole sack in your mouth, sucking on him like a god damn succubus. Your strokes on his cock never let up as you continue to practically devour his balls. When your grip on his shaft tightens slightly just as you run your tongue right across the crease of his sack it sends him over the edge.

“Oh shit, I’m fucking cumming, I’m cumming fuck.” Eddie’s thighs tremble as his cock twitches in your hand and you feel his balls tighten against your tongue. You don’t stop until you feel him start to practically go limp under you. You pull off of him, resting your cheek on his thigh as you gaze up at him.

“Shit Teddie, that was so fucking hot, you’re so hot. I wish I did that sooner.” You giggle as you nuzzle into his fuzzy leg.

“Psh! I was hot!? You practically just started a religion in my balls’ name and you’re calling me hot? You’re something else, sweetheart.” He chuckles as he cups your jaw, running his thumb along the apple of your cheek. “You know, ball jokes aside, I never thought I’d fall in love with you… but I’m really fucking glad I did.”

[proverbsss]

eating you right (father paul hill/john pruitt x reader) -nsfw

(pt. 2 of "reading you right" linked here)

Father Paul Hill, Midnight Mass

reader(s): I am not responsible for how you see your own headboard following the consumption of this fic <3

notifs: paul hill wants to worship you!! ; reader turns the tables for a subby paul; reader's still down HORRENDOUS ; cunnilingus, hierophilia

Your legs are unsteady as John leads you to his bedroom by your hand.

"Haha, look at Wobbles try and make their way down my hall," Paul teases.

"You edged me on your boot," you complain sharply, though this of course is tinged with pleasure and the hope that his treatment will continue. The muscles in your pelvic floor are on fire and your hips burn.

"Mmm, technically you edged you on my boot," he quibbles, pleased with himself, "Can you make it to the bed yourself?"

Rather than answer verbally, you turn back to look at him. It's a tart, cursing look that John meets with yet another grin. Even so, it's now you begin to notice the usual signs of how wrecked he is. You were so caught up in your own delicious torment that you failed to clock Paul mirroring it. You might some of your get your own back yet.

He's comfortable with your routine of the last few days, starting to strip out of his jeans when you say, "Wait." His doe eyes flick over to you, questioning.

"I don't know…" you pick your words carefully, the neediness of earlier converting itself into a sadistic little impulse to tease. "I don't know if we want your pants off yet, right?"

Paul stops a minute. Makes his positively adorable thinking face. There's a reset somewhere in his eyes as he works out why you might have said what you said.

"We don't..?" he repeats, uncertain.

"Nah," you throw out, dragging the tips of your fingers along the foot of the bed. If this duvet could talk, it would already have plenty dirty to say. "I think we probably want you to keep them on and sit first."

Paul clears his throat. His chin dips to his chest a little. Gears recalibrated toward submitting and taking orders fire fast behind those pretty eyes. "Okay, yes." He sits, trembling a bit, on the edge of the bed.

"I'm gonna sit next to you, Father, and you don't move for a little bit. Okay?"

He nods. Good enough for now. Your underwear clings wetly to you under the sleepshirt you were just hiking up for him in the living room. You pull the hem of the shirt down, a bit demurely over your thighs. Paul watches every move.

"Still don't move, baby." You purr at him. He preens silently at the pet name. "Close your eyes." When his eyes are closed, you take his face into both your hands, fingers grazing his ears, the peach fuzz of his tapered sideburns. In a decisive, hushed moment you bring Paul's face to yours and kiss him. Deeply. First-time tier kisses, slow and curious and just beginning to use your tongue.

Paul half-laughs, shyly against your mouth. "Still no moving," you remind into his lips, and he nods "good boy. Good Father." Oh, he likes that very much.

You lick his bottom lip and enthusiastically he opens his mouth to invite you closer, hands scrunching at his sides in desperation to follow your instruction and not not not touch you.

You withdraw from the kiss after another moment, riled yourself and needing to catch your breath. Still you have enough command of yourself to make this all about him, about how pathetic and needy and perfect he is. You bat your eyes at Paul and smile.

"You probably want to make it up to me. How badly you made me need you before,"

Paul tilts his head uncertainly from side to side. A smirk flickers at the corner of his mouth.

"You wanna know how to make me feel good after that, Paul? You wanna know what I need from you?"

He nods again, thoughts boyishly absent from his eyes, his demeanor relaxed and yet so, so ready to do what he's told.

"Can we make that a yes?" you prompt gently.

"Yes." The huskiness in his voice is like a refresher to your thirst for him. You tingle all over with anticipation.

"Good. I'm going to lay back, and I want you on top of me." As you lay down on the soft bedcovers, you realize all the tension your muscles held kneeling on the ground and fucking yourself onto him, even now some melts away and you sigh contentedly. Paul crawls over you, tenderness and want in his eyes and it calls up a smile to your lips.

"What are you smiling at?"

"My little pet priest. Bet he'd do anything I'd ask him."

Paul lays his head down on your belly, happiness going a little fuzzy because of the attention you show him. His curls call out to your hands and you play with his hair. He's radiant. And for now he's yours. He's kissing your neck now, giggling in the crook of your shoulder, lips tickling your chin, your cheek, your ears. You luxuriate in all this for a moment, then tell him, "Give me your ear please, I'm gonna whisper what I want."

His back muscles ripple like a cat's under his shirt as he makes the necessary adjustment to put his ear up to your mouth. But he's too close, too fucking perfect, so you have to bite his earlobe with such exquisite access.

He groans, tenses in his upper body, and rolls his hips over yours. "That's. Not whispering," he complains.

"Shh, shh." you tell him, "You wanna know? Really?" He cocks his head enough for you to see him nod, his length getting easier to feel against your thigh. You reach a hand up in his and gently bring his ear to your lips, "I need you to eat me out like your life depends on it."

He moans, low in his throat, at just the thought of that.

"You want to do that for me?" That serious attention is in his expression again as he nods at you, starting to kiss his way down your chest. "Can you tell me using your words that's something you want?"

In addition to teasing the everloving fuck out of him, getting his consent turns you on more than anything. The thought of Crockett Island's well-mannered, mildly twitchy new priest so eager to touch you, taste you, have you that he'd kept you in his quarters for the last two days reminds you in a heady rush.

"I…" he lifts his head from your chest and blinks, not reluctant, but so fucking needy, "I want to eat you out." He nods quickly, lashes dropping over his eyelids. "Like my life depends on it."

"Good boy. Do it then, please."

His beautiful, hot mouth begins an eager assault of kisses across your chest, migrating down your belly. You arch your back. Usually you two take a little more time here, but there isn't any to spare. So quickly, so deliberately, Paul finds your clothed sex. He wants to touch you, and he wants you telling him that he can.

"Can I take these off you? Please."

You have nothing smart to say. You're no less eager to feel his tongue, his kisses, the vibrations of his voice where you're most sensitive. You nod, and he holds his gaze to your eyes for a beat before pulling your useless underwear off your legs, discarding them on the floor.

You think without meaning to of the word 'devotion,' used in religious terms to describe a supplication, an adoring, faithful, upturned look. It applies equally to the naked need written on Paul's face with his hands carefully spreading your thighs apart.

"Please let m--" he swallows, begins again, "Please may I worship you?"

"Fuck, Paul, yes, please."

And he may have dedicated years to seminary study, he may have pored with his hands wrapped around old books of his faith and volunteered his body in the service of a Christian God, but that tongue of his was made for sinning.

He starts by kissing gently around your cunt, soft, spellbinding little pecks that make your body jerk to close your legs. You still open up for him, gasping and squeezing your eyes shut with how good, how good, how earth-shatteringly good he feels. His tongue starts to lap at your clit and you do feel yourself drip a bit as he deepens the kiss of his mouth on you. Your mind pleasantly lets go of so much residual tension, of today, of every day before this moment with Paul kitten-licking between your wet lips.

Your hips buck as he sucks a little more intently at your clit and your hands lift up and knot themselves up in his hair. He lives for it as you start to fuck his face.

"Yes, yes, salvation is your fucking cunt, thank you--" he sputters out, certainly only half aware of what he's saying but so, so pleased to look up at you and find your face entirely lost in what he's making you feel.

"Here, here," he takes one hand that's left a few fingernail marks in your thigh and hurriedly covers the knuckles of your hand that's controlling his head, "Put me where you want me. Use me, please."

His mouth and your cunt make an obscene symphony together as you moan and arch toward him, trying to win back enough self-control to direct him the way he needs. He's doing pretty goddamn well on his own, you think and laugh to yourself, your calves shaking and heels digging into the bed. His nose bumps an especially sensitive square inch toward the hood over your clit, and his tongue grazes the inside of you. You see stars, the way the old expression goes, you literally see stars. You have to fight to keep your eyes open to how beautifully looks, you'll need this memory of your pleasure, his pleasure, you and he together, for all time.

Your hips are bouncing off his face rather quick and desperately and Paul is drunk with chasing your cum. He sees you biting your fist and between kisses and sucks he has to ask, "You need more? What do you need? Tell me. I worship you. I deify you. I need this," And like a madman he shakes his head to deepen the stimulation of his tongue hitting, soothing, exciting your clit.

"Oh, Paul!" you cry out and reach for his bedframe. "Oh fuck," you're curling into him and keening and he's humping his mattress outright. "Finger me. Fuck please, give me something to-"

Something to cum around, of course. You feel slicker and sluttier than you've ever felt as Paul obediently probes a finger inside your cunt. You fuck his hand, unabashed, so far gone, so trembly. And even the trembling is helping you get more contact out of his tongue, and he's not tired, his thirst is unmatched, the hand not fingering you finds that little arch where his nose bumped up against you before and spreads you the littlest bit open to lap at your clit.

You make a sound that's kind of a shriek and kind of a delighted giggle, and words something like "Ha-fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum on you--" fall out of your mouth. Paul moans, the pitch of his voice increasing in a way that sort of matches yours, nearly as desperate for your orgasm as you are. Nobody could be as desperate for this as you, however. No one in the history of fucking cumming has ever felt like this.

"Please," he sucks attentively at your clit and shakes his head again, a black curl plastered across his forehead, his gorgeous brown-green eyes searching you and seeing all of you, then closing again, a holy sight. "Please cum. That's it, please I want to drink you in, please--"

And your upper body accomodates for how powerfully you need to let go, the need for release screams out of your body and you almost hit the headboard, but Paul stops you, adjusts the hand that kept you exposed to him to grip your hip and pull you down to his mouth. Your body thrusts and bucks and arches of its own volition, you're just here, in this tear-you-apart pleasure of cumming on his tongue like no one's ever made you cum before. You're panting, your heart is racing, your blood is on fire.

"Enough-enough-enough fuck please---" you shake and beg and tug a little at his hair as he licks hungrily at you, but he's going to let you go when he's fully satisfied. Your voice continues to climb in whispers and shuddering gasps.

"Like my life," he makes a disgusting, gorgeous slurping noise over your wet needy hole, "depends on it." Like a man starved. Like a man crazed. How will you ever function again. You cry out as he drags his tongue up and down your slit, one last long articulation, before his hand finally relaxes on your hip.

Your eyes flutter as you remember suddenly to breathe, and Paul's hands glide up your leg as you sink them down back onto the bed.

"What did you just do to me?" You utter, mystifed, not fully with the thought as it escapes.

"You have no idea how intoxicating you are." He says, dead serious, if breathless and soaked in you. He sucks his middle finger clean. "None at all."

[aeliuss]

Warnings!: Smut, MDNI!! Swearing, fluff, sex in the studio with Chan (you know we all think about it.)

Thinking about Chris working in the studio, getting increasingly frustrated as the time ticks on. Nothing seems to be going right, there aren’t any sounds in the library that satisfies him, and swear words are dripping from his mouth, under his breath, like venom. The veins in his arms are popping from how often he has been clenching and unclenching his fists, curly hair all fuzzed up from running his hair through it.

You're there too, lounging on the couch, glancing up from your phone every time he mutters something to himself. He's so caught up in his own agitation that he doesn't notice you walking up to him until your hands are sliding up his shoulder.

He jumps slightly, muscles tense under your touch.

He cranes his neck back to look at you, dark eyes darting to meet yours. "Hey," you murmur softly, your fingers gently massaging the tense muscles in his shoulders. "Need a break?" Your voice is calm, soothing, cutting through the chaos of his mind.

"Can't." He murmurs, his voice strained. "Got deadlines looming over me like a fucking guillotine." He tries to focus back on the screen, but your touch lingers, offering a momentary respite from the storm brewing within him.

You hum in understanding. You knew how it went with Chan. He holed himself up in the studio during comeback season, didn't sleep, and barely ate. He worked himself up so much that by the time dance rehearsals rolled around, his muscles were so tense they felt they might snap.

But you also knew how to navigate those stormy waters, offering support and comfort in the moments when he needed it most.

So you hum, fingers working on the tense muscles between his shoulder blades. "Mmm. Tell me about it."

Chris leans back into your touch, the tension in his shoulders gradually easing as your fingers work their magic. His breath steadies, and he closes his eyes for a brief moment, relishing in the comfort you offer amidst the chaos of his mind."It's just... frustrating," he begins, his voice softer now, the edges of his agitation blunted by your presence. He is always soft with you. "I had this vision in my head, you know? But every sound I try, every beat I lay down, it's just... not right. It's like I can't translate what's up here," he taps his temple lightly, then taps his equipment "to here."

As he speaks, you're moving lower, planting soft kisses down the back of his neck and his voice wavers slightly.

"And I can't..." He lets out a small sigh, a shiver running up and down his spine. "Can't figure it out-- baby, what are you doing?"

" 'M loving on you," You say, somewhat cheekily, hands moving up his shoulders and down his chest in a hug. "Are you feeling loved?"

Your question brings a faint smile to Chris's lips, a brief moment of respite from the frustration clouding his mind. "Always, with you," he murmurs, turning his head to steal a gentle kiss from your lips. "But right now, I'm feeling a bit more... frazzled than loved."

He eyes you, focusing on something suddenly. His eyebrow arches, eyes squinting in the adorable way it does when he's perplexed. He tugs on one of your arms on him. " C'mere."

You let him pull you out from behind him, pushing back the computer chair he is sitting on, making space for you, spreading his legs so you can stand between them.

"You're wearing the shirt." He says, looking up to you, large hands settling on your hips.

You glance down at yourself, at the shirt you're wearing. The one you pulled on this morning on purpose, knowing you were coming to see him.

"I'm surprised you just noticed," you say coyly, reaching down to run your fingers along the hem. "I've been here for hours."

He groans, pressing his face into your stomach and inhaling deeply. "You know what that shirt does to me."

His voice is muffled against your stomach, but you can still feel the warmth of his breath through the fabric of your shirt. You run your fingers through his hair gently, a soft smile playing on your lips as you revel in the affectionate gesture.

"It's not my fault you're insatiable," you tease lightly, your touch soothing. There's a mischievous glint in your eyes. "But if it's distracting you from your work, maybe I should take it off."

You feel him chuckle against your stomach, the vibrations sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Chris lifts his head, his dark eyes meeting yours with a mix of desire and amusement. "As much as I'd love that distraction," he says, his voice low and husky, "I really need to finish this track."

But even as he says it, his hands are sliding up your sides, pulling you closer by your waist so that you're on his lap, straddling his hips.

The tension in the room seems to shift, the frustration giving way to a different kind of intensity as you settle onto his lap. Chris's hands rest firmly on your waist, fingers tracing gentle patterns over the fabric of your shirt.

You lean in closer, your lips hovering just inches from his, teasingly close yet not quite touching. "Just a quick break," you whisper, your breath mingling with his, sending a shiver down his spine. "I promise. Mmm?"

His grip tightened, running a tongue across his bottom lip, eyes darkening. "A quick break," he agrees, pulling you flush against him and finally meeting your lips with his.

His lips are already parted, and they waste no time parting yours, hot tongue slipping inside your mouth, one his hands pressing against the small of your back to steady you, the other already fiddling with the button on your shirt.

You can't help the small gasp that leaves your lips when they give way and he mouths down your throat, messy, hot, openmouthed kisses in the space between your breasts.

"So pretty," he murmurs against your skin. "So fucking beautiful, you know that?"

You shift your hips against his crotch experimentally and his breath instantly hitches. You can feel him, rock hard under his sweats, already twitching. So you cups his face, wrenching him away from your chest and up to your face.

"I know," you say breathlessly. "I just want you right now."

His pupils are blown so wide with desire you can hardly see the brown in them. He keeps looking into your eyes as his hand slips into your skirt, pushing aside your panties to run a finger across your slick folds.

He sucks in a breath. "This wet already?" He says teasingly, nudging his nose against yours. "All f'me, yeah?"

"It's been a long day," You admit tugging at his waistband. He chuckles, but lifts his hips just enough for you pull it down just enough for his cock to spring free, the head flushed an angry pink.

You can't resist the urge to wrap your fingers around him, feeling the heat of his arousal in your hand. His breath hitches at your touch, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck, muffling the little whine he can't help but let out.

You stroke him slowly, feeling him throb in your hand, smearing his precum down his length. He's so needy, so responsive to you, which isn't usually like him. He must've been more pent up than you thought.

"Please," he breathes against your skin, his voice a needy whisper. "Need you."

You feel a surge of desire coil in your belly at his plea, his vulnerability stirring something primal within you. With practiced ease, you guide him until his tip is pressed flush against your entrance. You sink down slowly, wincing slightly at the stretch. Usually, Chan preps you before taking him, but today, you are both impatient.

As you take him in, Chris lets out a low, guttural groan, his head falling back as he revels in the feeling of being enveloped by your warmth. You can feel every inch of him stretching you, filling you up completely, and it sends shivers down your spine.

With each slow descent, you take more of him inside you, your bodies joining in a perfect rhythm. Chris's hands find purchase on your hips, guiding your movements, his touch both firm and gentle as he helps you find your pace.

"So good, baby." He whimpers against the crook of your neck. "Always so good for me."

The room is filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and the soft, wet sounds of your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a fire deep within your core.

Chris's grip on your hips tightens, his movements becoming more urgent, more sloppy, as he chases his own release. His breath comes in hot, desperate pants against your skin. You feel him hesitate slightly, a question unsaid.

" 'S okay," you say, gasping with each thrust. "You can come inside."

But he's shaking his head, chest heaving. "Gotta get you there first. Have...have'ta get you there baby"

His words alone have you squirming but when his hand finds your clit, you're gone. You're moaning rivals his, hips losing all sense of rhythm, thighs burning. But he's got you, hands on your hips, guiding you.

With each stroke of his thumb against your clit, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of bliss, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you. Chris's touch is both tender and insistent, pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

You cling to him desperately, your nails digging into his shoulders as you chase that elusive peak. His name spills from your lips like a prayer, a mantra of need and desire.

"Chris--"

"Me too," he gasps, hips stuttering, a strangled moan slipping past his lips. "I got you, baby. I got you." His movements become erratic, desperate, as he pushes you both towards the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, you both tumble over that precipice together, a wave of ecstasy washing over you, and you're clenching around him, milking him for everything he gives you.

His arms wrap around you, holding you close as he presses soft kisses against your neck and collarbone, his breath hot against your skin. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.

After a few moments of basking in the afterglow, Chris gently pulls back, his eyes meeting yours with a softness that melts your heart. "Okay?" he whispers hoarsely.

"Mmhm," You kiss the spot in between his eyes. "Got a present for you."

His eyebrows raise, lips quirking. "Another one?"

Your lips graze his earlobe as you tell him. Tell him that he'd find your present for him on his laptop. In his library of recorded sounds. The most recent file.

The wheels in his mind are already turning with ideas.

[celia-witch]

aughhhh mmmmmm Cat girl pile cuddling

“Mmm…”

Haze curled against her arm with a light rumble. Susie could tell she was asleep, but still she stirred. The ratty old t-shirt she wore scarcely covered her as she rolled into Susie’s side—holes along various seams showing the thing’s age.

Susie couldn’t help but smile as Haze murmured some little incoherent phrase in her sleep, and lazily clung to the arm next to her. Pale blonde hair fell around her face even as it rested next to her shoulder. It was a simple urge she followed, leaning over just a tad to lay a kiss on that mussed hair. She’d just have to be sure to brush it before she left in the morning. After all, Haze was prone to ignoring those things, or only giving them a quick pass. Of course Susie couldn’t let that slide!

With a quiet grunt Susie turned on her side—her free hand carding the slightly tangled strands. At least she could leave her hair in a slightly better state, though next time she’d make sure braid it before they slept. All it would take would be getting Haze to sit still long enough for her to do it. Which could be a task, but Susie knew how to make her listen.

A contended sigh left her lips as she rolled on to her back once again. Sleep still eluded her, but she couldn’t help the warm rumbling in her chest. Gentle shuffling, and a sigh drew her eyes to her other side. There Quercus stared at her in the dark, a small smile on her face.

“Trouble sleeping, Susie?” She spoke quietly. Her whisper barely reaching the pink haired feline next to her.

“No… Well, maybe a little, but… it’s nice.”

Susie found herself staring up at the ceiling as she spoke. It’d been a while since they had turned the light out, but the little glowing stars she’d pasted to the ceiling still had a faint glow to them. Green against the dark filling the small room. Curtains had long been drawn against the night sky. Quercus reached over. Susie felt her hand through the thin fabric of her nightgown—it was warm. Warm, and a bit rough, as Quercus leaned into her. She felt the woman’s nose gently bump into her ear as she pressed a kiss to the side of Susie’s head.

“Mmm… your hair smells nice…”

“It’s the same shampoo I’ve been using though.” Susie couldn’t help the giggle, her ears were ticklish after all! “And it smells nice.”

Quercus didn’t move. Still, she pressed into Susie; warmth pouring off her body. Her gentle breath tickled her ear, but Susie could feel it slowing as the hand on her stomach gently held to thin fabric covering her. It was a soft grip. Something loose, but she could still feel the hand there. The presence of others, one to her left soundly sleeping, and the one to right just barely awake. Haze still clung to her arm, perhaps a bit more honest than she was when awake. While Quercus hovered next to them both—her warmth pouring over them both.

Susie settled into the pillow as Quercus shifted just enough to breath, settling into her own pillow. Her breath was still audible, though more than just a hair away from her now. And certainly sleep felt closer, it would just take a tiny bit of patience.

“Love you Suz…” Her words were almost a sigh as she spoke them.

And Susie felt her head all full of fuzz.

“Love you too…” She replied, though the words were little but a lazy giggle. “Love you both.”

Haze seemed to nuzzle into her side, and Quercus continued to lazily hold her gown. Both of them settled into the bed around her. Slowly she felt herself sink into the mattress. The stars above slowly fading, as a hazy dream rose up to meet her. And with a soft sigh, she fell asleep.

[anystalker707]

Tough guy? Where?

Pairing: [ftm] Trafalgar Law x [gender-neutral] Reader Kinktober prompt: handcuffed Tags: Law gets his pussy eaten / good for him / sea-prism stone handcuffs a/n: mmm the writing isn't that good, sorry

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          It wasn’t exactly Law’s favorite thing. He didn’t know what to do now that he didn’t have free use of his hands. Or any control, in general. His whole body was heated up, and his heartbeat was in his head—plus also between his legs—as he stared at the ceiling, seeing it spin a little under his gaze whenever the focus of his eyes moved. The sweat was accumulating on his skin, trailing down the side of his neck in drops that sometimes tickled him.

It was obvious he wouldn’t be going anywhere unless you let him, but Law still tugged a little at the cuffs, feeling them sink into his skin, but of course, there was no way out of that. The way your face suddenly showed up made his breath hitch, and he clicked his tongue, glaring at you. It didn’t make much of an effect, either way, only earning himself a grin.

“You fine?” You raised an eyebrow, hands flat on Law’s thighs, running up and down the hot skin soothingly.

Law made a faint sound as he looked at you through half-lidded eyes. He wanted to curse you, to do anything that didn’t make him seem as powerless and pathetic as he was now, but backing down wasn’t an option. It’s just… Things seemed different when they were just a theory, just a little fantasy you’d put in his mind. Now that it was real, he felt like it shouldn’t be that good, and like he should do something to take control and lead things again. The pleasure shouldn’t feel so good, so mind fuzzing… He wanted to hate that new feeling.

“Use your words, love,” you mumbled, holding his jaw to make him look at you and allow you to his lips lightly.

“Yes,” Law groaned. The cuffs made a little sound against the bed frame due to how he instinctively tried to reach your face, making him sigh in frustration when he was just restricted again. Even worse, there was a playful glint in your eyes when your gaze averted to the cuffs and then back to his eyes before you smiled.

“You’ll be fine,” you whispered, pressing a hand to his waist again, gently caressing the skin. He couldn’t believe he was that worked up just from some brief touches.

All you’d done so far was some foreplay that didn’t even include anything further from watching Law’s pussy throb for need while you kissed his thighs, his chest, also caressing his waist or hips, and it was already enough to have him that needy. Dripping. Those sea-prism stone cuffs really were doing something to him.

A sigh escaped Law’s lips as he felt your hand trailing along the inside of his thigh, rubbing circles into the skin. It made him gasp softly when you reached a sensitive area; he arched his back, pressing his eyes shut while waiting for a touch that actually never came.

“(Y/n),” Law mumbled in frustration and turned his head to the side, kind of hiding his face into his arm.

There was no response. Law sighed shakily, feeling your lips along his collarbones and down to his chest, while your hands massaged his thighs so nicely. He kept his eyes closed and breathed in deeply. Being patient wasn’t that easy, but it was easy to get lost in the gentle caressing when his mind was in such a mushy, messy state.

Law’s pride was too much to actually plead for something, as much as he wanted to. He wouldn’t lower himself to that point, so he just bit his tongue, trying to keep himself together until you did something. Whether you were really taking long or it was just his mind pulling pranks on him, Law didn’t know, but it didn’t change how it felt like torture.

The mattress shifted under him, which gave Law certain hope. His breath hitched the moment your lips met his thigh, making him groan softly at the soft kisses along the skin. Your kisses and nibbles were hot, sending sparkles through his body—Law had to hold himself back from not squirming because what if that discouraged you from taking things faster? He gasped, letting his fingers sink into his palms and leave behind crescent marks on the skin. Maybe the pain would help him control himself a little.

Law let out a particularly loud moan that was followed by whimpers at how your mouth started working down the inner side of his thigh. So close.

“Please,” the word slipped past Law’s lips without him even noticing. He winced a little once he noticed what he’d done, but there was barely time to process it before your mouth pressed to his pussy instead.

Law gasped, back arching as he tugged on the restraints again, moaning at the feeling of your mouth hot on him. Your tongue was flat against him, going from his entrance to his clit—the texture, the warmth… it all felt so good, even more after all the wait. He whimpered without even noticing it, but it was too late to give up now. He’d rather have you keep mouthing at him, continuing to give his clit soft kisses while adjusting his thighs over your shoulders.

“Mmm, not much of a tough guy right now, at you?” You chuckled, breath fanning over his pussy as you held on his hips. “More like a good boy.”

“Fuck y— Nghhh!” Law arched his back when you started mouthing at his pussy again, nipping on his swollen labia and sneaking some kisses to his clit. It was enough to make his thighs quiver, at the same time his thoughts became fuzzier. How weak were you able to make him?

You didn’t say anything, but it wasn’t like you needed to. Instead, your mouth was busy buried in Law’s pussy, licking around his entrance until finally pushing in. The taste on your tongue was familiar, making your mouth water as you licked around, feeling Law’s walls clench around your tongue. So hot. It had you growing aroused as well, though you knew how to keep your priorities straight.

The cuffs clanked around the bed frame again, and the new motion made you look up. Law’s face flushed even more at the sight of you with your face buried into his pussy—he gasped, clenching and becoming wetter as his head dropped back. You would’ve chuckled if you weren’t more worried about fucking Law with your tongue.

“Mmph, good,” Law whispered between the breathy moans.

You let go of one of his hips so that you’d be able to use your fingers too. The new addition of a finger alongside your tongue made Law’s thighs threaten to close around you, but it wasn’t much of a problem right now. You focused on pushing your finger in deep, curling it up against the spots you couldn’t reach. It was such a mess. Law was so wet, and it soaked everywhere along with your spit.

Soon enough, you added a second finger. Reaching his sweet spot was easier this way, and it gave your tongue something of a pause. It’d started aching a while ago. You pulled back to watch your fingers sinking into his pussy, practically sucked in by how tight his walls were. You hissed a little at the tightness when your fingers curled up deep inside him. His hips even moved into your hand when the other one pressed down to his lower stomach, making Law even louder as he threw his head back against the pillow. You’d never heard him whimper that badly before, so it was a pleasant surprise.

An obscene squelching sound was made whenever your fingers moved, making Law wetter as his thighs quivered. Sometimes, he would let out a broken moan at how your fingers fucked him so good, reaching in deep, right on the right spots.

Your eyes averted from your fingers to his clit, all swollen and neglected. Keeping your fingers thrusting into him, you wrapped your lips around his clit this time. It made Law whine at the unexpected addition, arching his back once you started sucking and licking on his clit. He was a mess with it, moaning incoherent words as he clenched tightly around your fingers.

Law’s breath caught in his throat for a moment—apparently, you mouthed at his clit while your fingers pressed to his sweet spot, just the right way. Each attempt to catch his breath only sent more whines spilling from his lips, and you didn’t stop, keeping your motions through all of it, making Law’s toes curl, and he was cumming. He let out broken moans, barely able to keep himself together, cumming all over your fingers and making a bigger mess.

You made sure to take it slow, gradually decreasing your motions until Law was finally recovered, careful not to drive him more into overstimulation. His legs already twitched lightly when you pulled away, so you were careful. It’d been enough of an adventure, for now.

The new touches carried a soothing tone. Kisses were spread across Law’s torso on your way up, lingering on his chest before you pecked his lips while undoing the cuffs.

“There you go,” you sighed with a smile, looking down to see Law’s worn-out expression. He was all spent, so cute like that. You brushed the messy hair away from his face to press a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll clean you up, and then I’ll rub some cream on your wrists, okay, my love?”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[hiskillingjar]

Pet play with Strade please please please 🙏

it's fuckin hot as balls and i'm listening to lana del rey BITCH

600+ words, short and sweet, le's go

"Mmm…"

You rose up on your hands and knees like an animal, sleepily stretching out your aching limbs and arching your back (raising your backside), before turning onto your naked belly and lying back down on the wooden slats of Strade's porch.

It was the summer, the hottest he'd seen in years, apparently, and, instead of hiding away in the air-conditioned comfort of his house (like your housemate was), you were letting the warm, sticky heat soak into your skin and enjoying it, no less.

You wouldn't let another summer pass you by.

Even if Strade had told you to strip and 'sit' at his feet, as payment for his kindness, or so he claimed.

You didn't mind it as much as you told yourself you did.

If anything, it was making the afternoon all the nicer.

No clothes to get in the way or get sweaty. No small talk or polite conversation between the two of you to distract you.

No thoughts, no worries.

Strade's fingers were cold from the condensation of his chilled beer can (fresh from the fridge) and when he pet the back of your neck and shoulders, they dragged a wet streak down your warm skin.

You caught yourself shivering from the motion, even though you weren't remotely cold.

"How's my girl keeping in the heat, hm?" He asked softly, and when you looked over your shoulder towards him, sitting shirtless in a cheap, wooden armchair, he was looking down on you with a lazy smile and a genuiinely, affectionate glimmer in his golden eyes. Like he was looking at something he really cared for (and whether that was a human or an animal, that didn't matter). "Thirsty, mein schatz? You look it."

You turned to face him and nodded 'yes' to his question, letting out a little, dog-like whine in lieu of words and pushing your bottom lip out in a pout.

He chuckled at your needy look, before reaching forward to ruffle your hair affectinaly, pulling tangles as they pooled down your shoulders and over your (bruised) face.

"Should have said something." He teased, his smile softening into a sort of smirk (knowing that you had been forbidden to speak for the rest of the afternoon). Here," He pushed your metal dog-bowl towards you with the side of his boot and sat forward, a roll of hair-fuzzed, tan fat pooling over the waistband of his shorts. You swore your mouth was watering. "This'll cool you down."

He then emptied the can into the bowl, inelegant splashes of amber spilling over the sides of the polished metal and onto the wooden porch, splashing over your thighs, across your chest (making your skin prickle with goosebumps and your nipples harden).

He pushed it closer to you with another light kick of his boot, and your mouth watered even more.

"Go ahead," He said with a smile and a nod of his head. "It's for you, so enjoy it."

With his permission, you lowered your chest to the porch and started to eagerly lap up the thin layer of white froth, satisfied by the cool feel of it on your tongue and chin when you lowered your head more and tried to drink properly.

You were making a mess of the process, spilling beer across the porch and down your chest, but that didn't matter.

It's not like you were wearing clothes to ruin, anyway.

"Good girl," He crooned, opening up another can for himself and petting your head again, like you were a beloved dog at his side. "Get that down you. You deserve it on a hot day like this."

"You deserve it~"

[lokicraft]

18+, minors please do not interact

Ghost x gender neutral reader, spicy comfort below

Contains: crying during sex, self doubt, me still trying to figure out how to write Ghost’s accent

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“Y’doing so well lovie, such a good little thing for me,” he rumbles, broad chest pressed against your bare back as you’re bent over your shared bed.

Clean sheets, fresh sent mingling with his and yours, building to your shared arousal.

“You know you’re so good for me, right?” He asks, hand pulling the hairs at the nape of your neck, slightly painful but mostly relaxing, turning your spine to goo.

“Mmm…” you reply, noncommittal. You find yourself having one of those days that you simply can’t find anything good or desirable about yourself.

Simon knows. He knows you so well.

“D’you trust me?”

“Yes.” That one was easy, answer automatic even through the fuzz in between your ears.

“Then trust me when I say you are good, you are kind, you are perfect, and you are mine.” He speaks right to your core, forcing tears from your eyes as pleasure freely corses through you. “You are mine, and I love you.”

You know this, you trust this, and if this wonderful man says he loves you, then there must be something good in you that is worthy of love.

“I-I love you Simon.” You stutter through your moans and your tears. “I lo-love you so much, I’m yours, you-you’re mine.”

Loving how you claim him, how you own him heart, body and soul, he grinds down, kissing and sucking at your neck as he brings you to the hight of your pleasure.

“Tell m’lovie, tell m’how good y’are.” He’s so close, and so are you.

“I’m good!” You cry out, “I’m good and I’m yours!”

That moment, when white hot ecstasy shoots through your veins, when your toes curl and your brain blanks out, your doubts are erased, and Simon's words become truth.

You are good.

You are his.

You are loved. 

[acapelladitty]

As part of a very fun trade with the lovely @cooldreamyfox have a little bit of Captain Boomerang x Female Reader fun 😊👀💦

As with all things, the tension finally boils over after one sarcastic comment too many but as Digger's chapped lips press against your own, a sense of victory alights in your chest that you had not been the one to give in first.

He's not a bad kisser; his enthusiasm making the scruff of his beard score along your much more softer skin as his nasty tongue forces itself into your mouth with a soft moan on his part. He tastes like beer, the residual drops of his preferred drink making your nose crinkle even as his hands loop around your hips to hold you in place.

Heat pooling in your groin, you feel almost dazed as he pulls back with a bright grin.

"Man, if you fuck half as well as this then I might have to get on one knee here and now." He announces, thick accent skipping over the syllables as his fingers continue to grope roughly at your hips.

"That mouth of yours needs washed out." Wrapping an arm around his neck, you hold steadfast against him deliberately brushing your thigh against his groin in a playful tease.

"Depends on what part of you is doing the washing." Digger grins, eyes dipping to the short skirt which hangs just above your knee as his hands drop to his waistband. "At this point, I'll take whatever's going if it means i get a ride."

Rolling your eyes at him, you press harder against his groin. "Yeah, we'll see who's fucking who."

Shoving at his chest roughly, the force catches him off guard and he falls to the couch with a comically shocked expression, his hands still fumbling with the zipper of his slacks.

Without giving him a moment to gather himself you slide atop his lap, skirt pooling around his hands as you place your fingers on his stained white shirt, deftly freeing the top few buttons to expose the russet hair which covers his chest.

"Hairy." You comment, tugging at the expanse of fuzz with pinched fingers.

"Sign of a real man, doll." He answers without missing a beat, toothy smile ready to go even as his clumsy fingers finally free his slacks enough to expose the dingy grey boxers below.

From this vantage point, it's easy to see the thick bulge which is desperate to be freed of his confines and you drop a single finger to run along the heft of it.

"Poor baby," you coo, grinding your groin against his thighs, "I really make you feel that needy."

A playful growl breaks free of his throat as his thick fingers slip under your skirt to skim along the thin fabric of your panties, even the soft touch enough to alert him to the wetness which has gathered them.

"Likewise!" He laughs throatily. "You're soaked, sweetcheeks."

"I don't have a rubber."

"I'm clean. I swear! Got the little guy checked out a few weeks ag-"

"If you're lying then I'll cut it off." You warn, hand finally dipping within his boxers to wrap around and free his hard cock. He's short but gloriously thick and the base of his cock is covered with a thicket of russet pubic hair, the slightest hints of grey flicked throughout as it matches his chest hair. You clench your fingers around the base of it, admiring the way his body jumps to attention at the rough sensation. "Deal?"

"Mmm hmm. Yeah! Whatever you say, sweetheart." His voice is deep, arousal pulling his syllables even lower as he bucks into your hand. "Cut it off. I heard ya."

Raising to your knees, you pull the fabric of your panties to the side and drag the head of his cock along your slit, coating him in your arousal for easier entry. A bolt of pleasure forces a shudder as his cock brushes roughly against your clit, a sweet sigh breathing from your lips at the contact.

"Be good for me?" You ask, teasing his cock as it presses against your hole, just waiting to be allowing entry.

"Never. I'm a bad boy and no good at following instructions. Failed most of my classes in school. Proper dipshit."

The comment catches you off guard and causes a pretty giggle to bubble up from your chest. Wet and ready, you adjust him slightly with your hand and you press against the head of his cock, allowing it to slip within you even as the slight stretch forces your breath to hitch.

God DAMN he was thick and, judging by the smug smirk which tilted his lips, he knew it.

"Gotta say, your tighter than I though ya would be."

Your hand collides playfully with his cheek, the slap sounding more aggressive than it was intended to be but it has the desired affect as his face twists into a determined scowl and his hips jerk off the couch roughly, impaling every inch of him within your cunt in one rough thrust.

A noise somewhere between a groan and a growl slips free of your lips at the sudden fullness, the deliciousness of his stretch quickly melting away the discomfort as the heat of his hands pins you into place. He's filthy and masculine, his fingers leaving the slightest hint of dirt on your pale skirt as the scent of him, woody and tinged with musk, swirls around your senses.

Clenching without thought, a similar grunt of satisfaction rolls through his frame and your hands are quick to drop to his chest, once again planting themselves within the thick crop of chest hair as you roll your hips on his cock and slowly begin to fuck yourself.

Digger allows you to set the pace. His hands remain on your hips but they only seem determined to keep you stuck on his cock rather than to guide your movements. The steady rise and fall has your breath coming in short bursts as the girth of him pulls at your walls to spark the most delightful heat which leaves you wetter with every passing moment.

"You're so tight, babe. Wet as a slut and twice as up for i-" A yelp stopped his words in their tracks as your fingers slipped further into his open shirt to pinch and tug roughly at his nipples. They were already hard and he seemed to appreciate the rough treatment as his cock jerked within you, hands pulling you down for another brutal thrust.

"Do you like a rough touch, babe?" You ask, throwing the petname back at him as you shake your head with a mocking lilt. "And you had the cheek to call me a slut."

"Do that again and I might blow my load early." He warns with a daring grin. "Then how would we have fun?"

Tugging at his curled hair, his head falls back in open invitation as you dip forward and lick a soft line across his throat. He tastes of sweat and cheap cologne, the mixture heady, and you keep a harsh grip of his hair as you squeeze around him.

"I don't know, Captain, I'm sure that big mouth of yours is good for something other than talking shit."

If anything, the look of utter arousal which washes over his face at the obvious suggestion was almost enough to make you regret that you hadn't taken the opportunity to sample his skills before fucking him. However, as he shifted forward, his blunt teeth scraping along your neck in kind as he renewed his assault on your aching cunt, you supposed that there was always time for a second round against the ropes.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

In the Quiet of the Night.

Steve Harrington x Female Reader Drabble (18+) 

Word Count:677

Authour’s Note:Look I’ll level with you, I don’t really know what posessed me to write this, and yet here we are. 

Masterlist

It wasn’t unusual for Steve to be snuggled close to you when you were sleeping together. He always cuddled close to you, slotting his body right behind yours, his arm holding you to him, needing to feel your warmth against his skin to keep him grounded. It didn’t take very long before the two of you fell asleep holding each other close.

However on this particular night, Steve’s arm around you was gripping you closer to him just that little bit tighter. Almost protectively. Not so tight as to be crushing, but just enough to make you feel safe in his arms.

Your sleep had been interrupted by the sounds of Steve’s strained whimpers, and the roll of his hips against the curve of your ass.

“Oh fuck…yes honey..” his sleepy voice cries out.

You feel him rock his hard length against you, his hand having drifted down from being draped over your stomach, and instead resting over the curve of your hips, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh.

Judging by his sleepy mumbles, your Stevie had no idea what he was doing right now. The sticky wet patch in his boxers became ever more prominent as he continued to rut his hips into yours.

You slyly smiled to yourself as you pushed your ass back into him, and wiggled your hips, providing him with some much needed friction.

“Mmm feel so good..wanna cum…” he slurred out, his hips stuttering with every movement.

You could tell as his hands on your hips were gripping you a little more tighter than before, that he was close, his lips are pressed at the back of your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses over the exposed skin. 

“F-fuck..oh god…fuck..m’cumming..” he slurs out against your skin, his stuttering hips stilling, a desperate groan leaving his lips as he spilled himself inside the fabric of his boxers.

Steve’s eyes fluttered open, the euphoria of his high causing him to wake up. Once he’d realised what had happened, he flushed scarlet all over, mortification settling over his features. His spent cock laying pressed between both of your bodies.

“Oh god oh no no no..honey I’m so sorry..I-I don’t..I-I’m sorry…” he babbles endlessly as the embarrassment of his actions clouds his mind.

Turning yourself around in his arms, you look deeply in his honey brown eyes.

"It's  okay Stevie, you've got absolutely nothing to apologise for" you assured him, whilst peppering his face with delicate kisses.

The blush dusted across his freckled features still remained as he struggled to look at you. His hair flopped over his eyes, hiding him from your gaze.

“Actually…I thought it was kind of hot..” you confessed to him with a cheeky grin.

He looked up at you from underneath his fringe.

“Y-you did?” his eyebrows knitted together.

Raking your fingers through his hair, you push it out the way to properly look at his face. Seeing him look so vulnerable like this made you want to wrap him up and hold him in your arms forever.

You press your lips to his plump pink ones, kissing him with reassurance.

“Mmhmm…love you so much, Stevie...let me take care of you…” 

He feels his dick begin to twitch at your words, pulsing with need, suddenly becoming very interested in this new turn of events.

You begin to settle yourself over his body as your lips delicately kiss their way down his body, over the soft fuzz of his chest and tummy before finally finding your place between his thick thighs.

His head hits the pillow underneath him with a soft thunk as he feels the press of your tongue over the weeping head of his cock, licking up the cum from before, as you begin to run your tongue over the pulsing vein that runs the length of him.

“Fuck…Honey…you’re going to be the death of me I swear..” he breathlessly chuckles with a slight moan.

“Always so dramatic.” you smile back at him, taking him into your mouth once more.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| 29. Public Sex ||

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Matt Murdock x female reader

Warnings: p in v, fingering.

Author's note: if you enjoy my writing please comment or reblog to share it with others, thank you so much, it's makes my day!

It was your second year anniversary and Matt had asked you if you wanted to go out for a meal to celebrate, but you told him you’d be happier with the two of you taking a day off during the week and maybe just going to the park for a picnic. He’d loved the idea and so you’d found a quiet corner, a blanket laid out under a tree with a myriad of extra special tasty food and a bottle of champagne that Foggy and Marci had gifted to you.

You both sat leaning against the tree, clinking plastic glasses together with smiles and kisses. Of course it didn’t take long until the kisses turned a little more passionate and it was then that you pulled gently back from Matt’s gorgeously soft lips, smirking to yourself.

“I’ve got a surprise for you Matty.”

He tilts his head and smiles, “Aw sweetie…you didn’t need to-” he starts to say, but you lean in, your breath warm against his ear as you whisper into it.

“I’m not wearing any panties.”

“Christ…” He clenches his jaw so hard he thinks he might have cracked a tooth.

You grin and swing your leg over him while he’s still stunned, straddling him and fluffing out the skirt of your summer dress to cover his lap entirely.

“Fuck. Sweetheart-”

“You wanna?” You ask, chewing on your lip and feeling extremely mischievous, running your fingers over his chest as your proposition sinks in.

He shakes the fuzz of hot blood out of his skull and tries his best to compose himself. Which is difficult as you’re sitting on his cock which is apparently completely onboard with the idea of you riding him in a public park in the middle of the city.

“Uh…”

You’re already sneaking your hands underneath your dress to undo his pants and pull him out before he can seem to get any proper words out. He feels hot and firm in your hand and it’s ridiculous how easy this is. You’ve been thinking about it all day up till now and so you’re absolutely wringing wet, sliding the tip of his cock along your pussy a couple of times before sinking all the way down, loving how he fills you completely. You lean forward, burying your face against his shoulder and neck, to anyone passing by it would just look like you were having a cuddle, albeit a rather intimate one.

Matt is stroking your back with a trembling hand, trying his best to ground himself. “I can’t believe you. You’re a fucking menace.”

You grin and shift a little, his cock drags against your inner walls and he winces, trying to hold in moan. “You love it Matty, and don’t try to pretend you don’t, you’re a shit liar.”

He groans as you lift yourself up and excruciatingly slowly lower back down with a ‘mmm’.

“Okay okay, just- just go slow? Really slow…please.”

You smile and kiss him just under his jaw, stubble scratching your lips. “Since you asked so nicely…”

You rock at a very leisurely pace, loving how on edge Matt feels in this whole situation, his senses are spread out on high alert but you’re just so fucking distracting and this whole thing has knocked his legs right out from under him. He brings his other hand up to rest on the back of your neck, holding you close as you grind the brains out of him.

“Just how long have you been planning this?” He manages to grit out, pressing a kiss at your temple.

“Not long…” you hum and move your hips a tiny bit faster with a smile.

“Shit shit shit-”

“You’re so cute when you’re nervous Matty,”

He swallows, hard. “Not nervous, sweetheart, just very much, uh, aroused…”

You take his hand and guide it under the hem of your dress. “Me too. Help me out?”

Matt manages to collect himself enough to move his fingers over you, quick and focused, and even though you’re not riding him like a bucking bronco, he knows that the instant you come you’re gonna take him with you.

It doesn’t take long. The thrill of being seen, or being caught is a lot, but combine it with the way it’s affecting Matt…

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, shaking, panting against him, your breath condensing on his skin as it hits you. He’s gripping you tightly with the arm that’s wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly close as you both fall apart.

“I love you so fucking much-” he guides your lips to his, pressing the words into them as he lets go.

“Love you too, happy anniversary baby.”

[the-baby-storyteller]

this is a long one.

Part 5

Tw: brief noncon mention (imagined), slavery, minor whump,

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Arlo had to admit, he was not expecting this situation.

But looking down at his arms to the girl on the floor in front of him, he found himself quite bewildered as to what to do.

Ezlynn had straight up collapsed in front of him. With a look of pure exhaustion and pain on her face, she had crumpled so quickly that Arlo had to run to grab her before she hit the ground. Well, before they hit the ground.

So now here he was, sitting on the floor, Ezlynn unconscious in his arms, honestly feeling quite dazed as to what in the world was going on.

Why had she collapsed? Was she alright?

Arlo sighed. He needed to get it together. Shaking his head, he waved himself out of his blank daze. He needed to start somewhere, do something.

Standing, Arlo hefted Ezlynn into his arms.

I need to move her…The floor was no place to stay. Where was her room anyway?

He couldn’t figure that out now. He needed to quickly bring her somewhere, somewhere she could rest in peace without being disturbed.

Setting his mind, Arlo exited the living room. As he walked, however, confusion struck him.

What…what was he holding?

Ezlynn’s felt light. Too light. Much much much too light.

He was shocked. He could have been carrying a feather. Honestly, when she’d fallen into him, he’d only felt bones and nothing else. A glance at the figure in his arms confirmed his suspicions. Ezlynn’s limbs were practically sticks connected to a frame, dangling from his hold.

Come to think of it, though, now that he had the opportunity…

Arlo wanted to look at her face. It wasn’t weird or anything like that! He’d caught her in passing, yes, but with all her weird bowing and looking down, had he ever gotten to actually see her? It felt kind of unnatural to have someone in his house, who, mind you, he’d been living with for a while now, and have never seen their face. He wasn’t sure how Ezlynn would feel about it, but….

Hesitantly, he took a look.

The first thing Arlo noticed on Ezlynn’s face was fatigue. Dark bags circled her eyes and her mouth was slightly parted, huffing faintly through her unconsciousness.

Arlo winced at her pain.

But beneath all the exhaustion and pain evident on her face, she really was just a girl.

Purple hair covered youthful skin, flowing down to her torso. Her face was delicate and smooth, free from harsh lines. Eyelashes framed faintly angled eyes that fluttered as he walked. When unconscious, Ezlynn’s features were light and calm, exhibiting a peace Arlo had never really seen her show when she was conscious. It was…nice. Interesting? Arlo didn’t know. But it definitely made her feel more normal, like a real person. She could have been one of the girls in his class.

Arlo sighed and shook his head.

As he walked with her head slumped against his chest, he couldn’t help thinking: How did she get like this?

Now that he thought about it, Ezlynn had been working…a lot. When did she take breaks? How could it get so bad that it got to this point where she literally collapsed? And in the middle of the day?

This couldn’t happen anymore.

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The first sign that something was wrong was that Ezlynn woke up on something soft. She didn’t register the danger initially, instead snuggling softly into the fuzz beneath her.

“Mmm…” She groaned groggily as she awoke. Warmth surrounded her. Finally, she smiled, sinking deeper into whatever was around her. She was finally in peaceful solitude, no orders being barked at her, no work, just rest and heavenly, heavenly warmth. Warmth and quiet and…

Wait. Warmth?

Ezlynn poked an eye open. She looked at her surroundings. The walls around her were white and adorned with decorations. Chairs, tables, and furniture were placed in miscellaneous spots around the room. There was no freezing air blowing or metallic, dungeon-like walls surrounding her. She wasn’t in her room.

She wasn’t in her room.

Her eyes widened, heart rate starting to pick up. This couldn’t be…

Quickly, she opened her other eye and looked down.

A bed. A soft cream colored bed that she’d been making every day.

She almost laughed in her terror. H-Hah…what…?

I-I’m…I’m on Master’s bed?!

Ezlynn choked, scrambling to sit up.

No, no no, this couldn’t be happening. How did this happen? How could this happen?

She put a hand on her chest, heaving but trying to calm her frantically beating heart.

Answers. First, she needed answers, needed to catalogue the situation and figure out what kind of absolute mess had occurred while she was knocked out for her to wake up on Master’s bed.

Okay, think Ezlynn. What happened? How did you get here?

There was no way she would ever, ever come to the Young Master’s room on her own accord. Then had the Young Master put her there? Had he taken liberties with her? Had she been punished?

But no, she was…fine. She couldn’t feel any pain. She was still reeling, in fact, by how warm the blankets under her continued to be, and there was no aching or soreness anywhere. Nothing hurt. Nothing at all. She had simply been resting the whole time. Recovering, even.

Ezlynn screwed her eyes together, letting out a stressed exhale.

How long had she even been lying there?

“Oh, Ezlynn, you’re awake.”

Ezlynn’s eyes shot open and she whipped her head up.

The door opened to reveal the Young Master walking in through the doorway. Instantly, all her efforts to calm herself were thrown out the window. She flew into a kneeling position on the bed, nearly digging her chin and shoulders into her chest with hands placed on her thighs in obedience.

“M-Master,” she hastily croaked, “I am so, so sorry, I don’t know how I ended up here, please, I’m terribly sorry. I deserve punishment, I know, but I truly do not know how I got here, please-”

“Woah, woah, calm down” the Young Master replied, raising his arms placatingly, “Take it easy. I put you here.”

Ezlynn went rigid.

“Wha-what?”

“Yea, I did.” He fully entered the room, placing a tray on the table nonchalantly. Ezlynn was stunned into silence.

“I thought you would still be asleep by now. You really were knocked out for a long time.”

Exlynn winced. How dare she sleep for so long, and on the Young Master’s bed?

“You’d collapsed from exhaustion.” He continued, “I carried you here. You scared me there for a second, Ezlynn, becoming unconscious so suddenly.”

Master had carried… her there? She burned with humiliation. To make her master have to carry her to his bed to rest? What kind of madness was that? Was she crazy? It didn’t matter if she was unconscious, it was still her fault. Lips trembling, started to bow further to beg forgiveness when-

“You really looked like you needed the rest,” The Young Master said, “I didn’t know you were working so hard. You really have to stop before you start doing too much, okay?”

Ezlynn tried her best to get words out. She leaned forward, “M-Master, I-”

“Do you need any more rest?” He asked.

“N-No!” She almost shouted, “I am well now, Master, I don’t need any more rest.” Her head pounded lightly in protest from her exertion, but she ignored it, hiding a wince from him. The warmth underneath her still felt so good but she couldn’t stay with it forever. She needed to leave and go back to her duties this instant. She’d already gotten herself into so much trouble and mess when she never should have in the first place.

The Young Master frowned but turned and walked back over to the door.

“Alright, but please take it easy. You can have this day off. I’ll tell my cousin. Take more breaks, please, throughout the day.”

With that, the Young Master quietly excited, leaving Ezlynn alone.

She sat in a stupor, unable to even formulate any functioning thoughts. She was so confused.

Master brought me…to his room? To rest? On his bed? He didn’t do anything to me or touch me. He’s told me to…take breaks?

Nothing, nothing was making sense, and despite the urge she had to quiver with fear, her found herself more overwhelmed by confusion than anything else.

Ezlynn decided to just do what she knew, one step at a time. She knew for a fact that she had to get off the Young Master’s bed, so she hurriedly did so, trying not to mourn for the lost warmth. It was never hers to begin with. She checked the time; 6 pm. Shoot. She should have already gotten started on dinner.

Quickly padding to the door, she turned the handle-

Wait. Master had told her to take a rest. She paused.

What would she do now, then? Who was going to deal with the rest of the chores? Her mind spun as she tried to make sense of everything. But she couldn’t just disobey the Young Master’s order. Was it just back to the basement then? Ezlynn wavered.

Ugh! None of this would have happened if she had composed herself and never fainted in the first place.

Shaking her head vigorously, she tried to wipe the whole situation from her mind. She’d made a mistake, one she was not going to make again if for no reason other than that the outcome confused her so terribly that it started to scare her. She would obey her master’s orders and sit in the basement for the rest of the day, determined not to cause any more trouble than she already had.

With one last glance around the room, Ezlynn turned and shut the door.

[daisyful-gvf]

sweet as berries (part 5)

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pairings: josh x reader

word count: 1.9k

notes: a short little thanksgiving chapter! i hate writing angst even if it is mild lol, idk how good it is but i hope passable. and now we’re all caught up. i’m looking forward to christmas!bf!josh :)

p.s. this is minimally edited for now

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-🍓-

Thanksgiving was by no means your favorite holiday, but at least there was wine. And Josh, now.

You spent the better part of the day with your family, helping here and there with the easy bits of cooking, arranging the table setting and lighting candles, helping make it cozy.

The fun part was that you’d been texting Josh all day, and he never failed to make you feel a bit better when things were chaotic.

still coming by later? :)

You sighed pleasantly as you responded to the message.

yeah, as long as you’ve got a kiss or two for me 😊

He answered within a few seconds.

i’ve always got infinite kisses for you, berry. don’t be ridiculous.

Like a giddy child, you bit your lip and smiled at your phone.

i’ll be there around 6 for the infinite kisses, then

He answered:

it’s a date :)

So it was easy, really, to get past the drunken family bickering, the whining children, the obligatory conversation. Because you knew that in just a few hours, you’d be in his arms.

•••

“So actually, I don’t think you get to wear any other outfits ever again,” you said into the soft skin of his neck, embracing him on the porch. He smelled more like cologne than usual, and you drank it in.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Mm,” you nodded, “Look too good in this,”

He did, you were being completely reasonable—the blue jeans, the cream colored t-shirt, the soft brown knit cardigan, the golden charm necklace, the sneakers. It was nothing exceptionally fancy, but damn if he didn’t look good.

And he was chewing gum, something that made you stare at his jaw to a point that most people would consider rude. He looked good.

“Haircut?” You asked, touching the fresh, soft sides of his head.

He nodded, “Gotta look good so you don’t leave me for another man,” he giggled.

“Oh, uh huh,” you laughed, wrapping your hands around his head to pull him into a kiss. He hummed into it, but you felt something, a small fuzz at the base of his head.

“What is this?” You murmured, spinning him around.

“I, uh,” he giggled, “Well,”

“Josh,” you grinned wildly, “Is this a rat tail?”

“Mmm,” he giggled, “Maybe,”

“How—when—?”

“It’s been growing out a little bit, it’s just finally noticeable with the new haircut,”

“Oh my god,” you smiled as you touched it. It was barely there, no longer than a centimeter of hair in a small elastic band.

“Do you hate it? You hate it, don’t you?”

“No,” you spun him back around, “No, I like it,”

“Jesus, look at that smile,” he touched your bottom lip, “You do, huh?”

“You gonna let me braid it when it’s long enough?”

“Duh,” he kissed your cheek, “Glad you like it, I just thought it was kinda…I dunno, different.”

“It suits you,” you thumbed over his cheek, mesmerized by how the sunlight looked reflecting in his eyes.

He tucked his bottom lip under his teeth and his eyes danced over your face.

“You…” he started, reaching up to touch your face.

“Mm?” You grazed your thumb over his cheekbone, noting the faint freckles.

“The way you look at me sometimes…” he smiled the softest smile.

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest, anticipating his next words.

He shook his head as he grinned, “I’m so glad you’re mine. C’mon, Berry, let’s go inside,”

You let him pull you into a hug. He pressed a kiss to your temple as you sighed against his cardigan.

“You like pumpkin pie?” He asked, leading you inside. You nodded, taking in the atmosphere.

His family members were scattered throughout the home, chattering to one another, sipping wine and eating bits of dessert. There were earth toned tablecloths draped over every table and buffet, the occasional seasonal decoration as a centerpiece. The fireplace was lit, and the warm smell of it filled the home.

His parents said their ‘hello’s as you followed Josh to the dining room, where most of the dessert was laid out.

“Look who it is!”

You looked up to see Danny setting a plate of pie down, approaching you for a hug.

“Hey!” You gave him a tight squeeze.

“Haven’t seen you in a minute, how you been?” He picked his plate up and took a bite of the apple pie.

“Good,” you said, “Really good, how about you?”

“Same,” he nodded, “Heard you’ve been glued to that one,” he waved his fork at Josh and grinned.

You rolled your eyes and smiled, “A bit, yeah,”

“She can’t help it, have you seen me, Daniel?” Josh shot him a wink and Danny laughed.

“Well, I’m happy for ya,” Danny patted your shoulder, “M’gonna go bring Sam his pie, I’ll see you two around,”

You nodded and made your way back over to Josh, leaning on his shoulder as he scooped a slice of pumpkin pie onto a plate.

“What else do you want, sweetheart? Apple pie, chocolate pie, lemon bar?”

“Mm, just get a tiny bit of everything and we’ll share it,”

“That’s your best idea yet, Berry,” he grinned.

So you sat on the fireplace hearth, knee bumping Josh’s, trying bite after bite of dessert, sipping sweet wine. He would nod after each one, saying it was better than the last. When you kissed him, softly, his lips tasted of powdered sugar and cinnamon.

When you were done and pleasantly full, you excused yourself to take the plate to the kitchen. After setting it in the sink with the others, you made your way to the dining room to get another glass of wine.

As your poured it, a low voice startled you.

“It’s nice to see you”

You turned your head to see Jake, leaning against the doorway. He grinned, just barely.

“What do you mean?” You murmured, finishing your pour.

“I’ve barely seen you since we’ve been home”

You blinked at him, “I’ve been at your house like, every other day”

“Mm,” he mused. He looked…upset? A frustrated heat rose to your cheeks at his curt demeanor.

“And I was at your bonfire?” You said, “And your halloween party?”

“You said like two words to me at the halloween party, and you were drunk”

You huffed out a short laugh. What was he trying to say? You were inexplicably annoyed that he wouldn’t just get to the point.

“Didn’t know I should have been sober at the halloween party,” you bit out, taking a large drink of the wine.

He looked at you with a warning glance, but it did nothing but spur your defensiveness. You swallowed and continued.

“And it’s a party, not a meeting. Did you want me to stay and talk to you the whole time?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged, “Would have been nice to catch up without you attached to my brother”

You blinked.

“Are you jealous?”

His eyes blew wide, eyebrows arched.

“Excuse me?”

“Of Josh”

He laughed, and a nervous pang hit your stomach.

“Excuse me?” He repeated. “You and I both know it’s never been like that. Never.”

“Oh, so what, you’re repulsed by me, now?”

“No, are—“

“Then which is it?”

“Can you have a bit of empathy for a moment, maybe? Think? Use your brain?”

“Jake—“

“Please. I’m asking. Please empathize.”

He looked…sad. You took a shuddering breath.

Maybe you were being insensitive.

“I’m not mad at you,” he sighed, “Well, I’m a little mad. But I miss you. I miss my friend, I don’t know what—“ he threw his hands up, “It was so sudden. The bonfire happened and then…”

“Jake…”

“And then that was it. And then I’ve just been sat here wondering if you were only close to me so you could be close to…”

You gasped softly.

“Him.” he finished.

There was a beat of silence as you struggled to find the words.

“No, Jake, of course not,” you moved closer to touch his arm but he backed away.

He furrowed his brow, standing there, watching you.

“Then what is it?”

You took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” you started, “I am. It was unintentional to…be so distant,”

He nodded slowly, listening. You tried to swallow down the lump in your throat.

“It’s been, um, a surprise. That this has happened. And I’ve been really caught up in it, because it’s…it’s nice. But I never meant to make you feel like I…”

“Forgot about me?” He finished quietly.

You took a breath, “Is that how you feel?”

He nodded. Tears welled up in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you exhaled, “No, I never want you to feel like that. You’re my best friend, I hope I’m still yours.”

“Yeah,” he exhaled, uncrossing his arms and pulling you into a hug, “Yeah, Berry, of course.”

The nickname made your heart ache. You hadn’t heard it from him in a month, knowingly because Josh had asked him to stop. It was bittersweet to hear.

You leaned into the hug and let his arms wrap around you. He was always warm, and he always made you feel so grounded.

You murmured into his shoulder, “Have I really been a dick?”

He nodded and giggled, pulling away, “Yeah, a bit.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry, Jake.”

He nodded again, “Thank you.”

There was another pained silence.

“I miss my friend. I was the one who started calling you Berry, ya know.”

A silence fell over the room. Your throat felt tighter.

“You were too shy to even give the strawberries straight to Josh. Had to have me let you into our kitchen every saturday to drop them off.”

He nibbled on his bottom lip.

Fresh tears spilled over, and you sniffled.

“It’s okay,” he consoled, touching your arm.

“No,” you wiped the tears from your eyes, “No, it’s not. I missed you, too.”

He tucked his bottom lip under his teeth—something that always reminded you that they were twins. The nervous mannerism was identical.

“Hey,” he said softly, “Let’s go do something stupid together, we’ll forget about it,” he grinned.

“Yeah?” You wiped your nose off on your shirt sleeve, “Like what?”

“Hmm,” he pondered, leaning against the table for a moment, “Let’s go drive,”

“It’s…” you pointed outside, “It’s icy.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, “Perfect for doing donuts in the grocery store parking lot,”

“Oh, Jesus,” you laughed, “As long as you don’t kill us,”

“Never, Berry, I’d prefer to live until Christmas,” he grabbed you around the shoulders and led you to the front door, grabbing his keys.

“He told me…um. That he didn’t like when you called me that,”

You didn’t look at him as you made your way out. He offered his arm for you to hold onto so you didn’t fall on the slick driveway.

“I know, and I get it,” he muttered, “Our secret. Like I said…you were Berry to me first.”

“Jake…”

“I know, I know. Just—“ he sighed, “It’s gonna take some getting used to.”

You nodded, getting into his passenger seat. You texted Josh, letting him know you and Jake would be out for a bit. Then you put your phone in your pocket, looking to Jake as he got in.

He started the car and put on his music. As he drummed on the steering wheel, he looked to you.

“Ready, Berry?” he smiled wildly.

“No,” you laughed, “But let’s do it.”

“Atta girl,” he beamed, pulling out of the driveway.

-🍓-

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How To Lose A Lucifer In 10 Days. 21 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

Step 21: Wish him good luck

"Stop!" Lucifer duked away from Alastor's hands and stared at him, still laughing. The weight on his chest was not letting him go, no matter how much his hand gripped over it. Sick and dizzy, he felt his leg shaking. "I am sorry" gasped, barely managing to breath. "I… I had no idea."

"Of course you didn't" Alastor's face twisted with a longer grin to see him. Slowly he rised up. "Why would you? As long you had someone to tolerate your stupid rambles about ducks and keep you company, why should you care about anything else? As long someone gave you their body when you requested, isn't that just ideal for you? I am not even saying that you have to stop, your Majesty, goodness no" Alastor chuckled, bending so their eyes were connected. Lucifer did not want to, but there was nothing else for him to see that a smile he almost wished was full of hatred. That one expression of Alastor was empty, as if Lucifer could drop dead in front of him and it would make no difference for him. "I wouldn't dream to deny a king anything! But since you have decided to show your true face, might as well return the favor and tell you exactly how things have been these past 85 years."

Lucifer covered up his mouth, trying to contain the nausea that was rising up. Alastor chuckled lightly and straithen up.

"Now, now, you are far too old to be making up a fuzz over something as small as my consent, your Highness!" said cheerily, returning to his seat. "You never cared about that silly little thing before, why start now?"

Lucifer's vision tried to focus on the man in front of him, desperately grabbing to any semblance of control he could gather. He looked at the useless chain still attached to his other hand. For some reason it haven't dissapeared even though he want nothing to do with it. Alastor did not care to recognize it either, as if he was used to its weight. Did it weighted at all? Why did it never ocurred to him to ask that before?

"What if…" tried, ignoring the beating in his chest, "what if I gave you back your freedom? Would that help?"

"Would that compensate for 85 years of assault and indignity?" Alastor tapped his chin, pensative, and turned eyes to him with an innocent fake shine. "Is that going to give me back all the years I wasted with you? All the nights I spend listening to your whining and having to tolerate your low mood? Are those going to dissapear just because you broke a contract, your Majesty? Mmm, I don't know! What a difficult question!"

"No" Lucifer's hand was shaking as he called upon the actual contract. The signature of Alastor shined in red at the bottom. He haven't seen it directly since Heaven and never once had actually touched it himself. It was always just the collar. "But it's a start, isn't it? I am so sorry, Alastor."

"There you go again just saying the pretty words, your Majesty" Alastor didn't bother looking at him, as if he had already fully lost interest on their conversation.

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How in the hell did he end up in that situation? Alastor couldn't help but to question every choice he made in his life that had led him to that moment. Being carried out in the air by the tentacle of a off color copy of himself had to be the product of some kind of mistake. Some kind of error he commited down the line that now he was paying for.

He glared at the fallen, already knowing that Al could not care less about it. All he could ever see, all he wanted to see, was the finishing line that the chain on his neck was dictating for him. The rest of the hell could have dissapeared altogether, except for that collar, and it would not make him blink once. From where he was at, Alastor couldn't witness what kind of expression his double was making, but judging by how fast was moving across the corridors and corners the pretense of being above all else had flown right out of the window. Alastor didn't thought there was anything he ever tried to run for that much and for that long.

By all accounts, he had a right to be pissed off. Furious even. And yet, all he could percieve when his eyes inevitable fell over the golden shackles was an intense and visceral disgust that almost made him want to empty his stomach again. He had wanted to get out of his own leash the moment it was put on him. A debt with about anyone was already unacceptable, but owing obedience to another than himself, or face a fate worse than death, was the ultimate afront. If he ever accepted it was because she found him at his worst moment and he was desperate enough to accept. Just like any other deal between a victim and the demon, there was no real choice.

Now some things made more sense to him. The power of this fallen had to be the reward for his soul, it had to be the method for which he fell in the first place and was accepted back again into the hellish collective. But to think that Lucifer had been the responsible for that was stirring up inside of him feeling he couldn't quite name, none of them good. Anything he thought he knew or understood about those two was suddenly completely obsolete and useless. The questions just didn't stop pilling up and he didn't even like those either.

Question such as, how frequently Lucifer was reminding this other of their contract? To what purpose did he used it? How much of what they have done and said about their relatioship was actually the product of Lucifer pulling on a chain? Was the baby? Their whole marriage? The obnoxious touchy feely behavior that they engaged in every momet they were together… which was also all the time? How much of what this other did was actually because he wanted to and was an asshole and how much because it was an order from his actual owner? Was he trying to look for a loophole too? Any time that Lucifer put his hands on the fallen or came in contact with him was tainted at the presence of that collar.

And Lucifer… he had to give him some credit. He tricked him rather nicely. Alastor didn't see it coming at all. All that time talking about his partner and how much he missed him and the things they did together. No doubt lamenting his lap dop wasn't there to be his favorite toy anymore. The idea that he let a man capable of controlling any version of him into his room, to watch him sleep no less, was positively disgusting to him. He let those hands touch him. He laughed with him. He thought things about that man that he was going to take to his second grave.

If the fallen hasn't appeared again, who is to say that Lucifer wouldn't try to make him sign his soul away too. Perhaps that was the intention all along behind all those meals and nice gestures he had. The offering help with his own wish was nothing but manipulating him into helping him. He could see it so clearly only at the sight of that collar.

It had all been just part of one sick act. One he fell for so fast that is was an embarassment the more he dwelled on it. Alastor should have stayed with his first instinct that Lucifer was a ruler who only lived to serve himself and expect to be served by everyone else. Including the one he claimed to love with a straight face. How much Lucifer must have laughed at everyone expense, especially his, for believing on his story. Only a fool would trust a devil in hell, indeed, and Alastor had been the foolest one of them all. Maybe only after this other Al.

Speaking of which, they had suddenly stopped. They were on another big open area with only two entry. No statue at the center, though, but there was a figure nearby above the ground from which the golden chain was hanging. Lucifer's six wings were out while the fire born between his horn illuminated his head against the dark seemingly infinite ceiling. Many eyes blinked on the underside of his jacket, all covered in the same white fog as the actual eyes of the monarch.

"Love?" called Al, pulling on the chain on his hand. The arm of Lucifer holding the other extreme flapped at his side, unresponsive. Even at the distance, Alastor could see that the king was moving his mouth, but couldn't get an idea of what he was saying. He could only hope he wasn't going to have the same kind of violent reaction as the other. "Lucifer!" insisted the fallen, pulling harder.

The same reaction as before.

"He can't listen…" started saying Alastor when suddenly he was dropped onto the floor, again.

This time he wasn't expecting it, so the impact went fully to his back. Upside down, he managed to see Al pulling a pair of grey wings to elevate himself up to the position Lucifer was in. As soon the black hands came into contact with the porcelain face of the monarch, a protective force field was formed around. The shape extended from where they were to the ground, tentacles appearing to disuade anyone from trying to come close.

Hissing between his teeth, Alastor sat up. His sides hurt and probably had a few ribs bruised, but other than that at least he was fine. He pulled up to his feet, dusting himself off, and stared at the forcefielf. Now what? Was he supposed to wait there until those two were out?

It took him a moment to realize that the necklace of Charlie was floating on the air, going towards him. On the ground, the shadow of Al was holding it and insisting on him to grab it. With some shadow puppetry, Alastor understood it wanted him to take it and get the stone on his own.

He couldn't help to direct another glance behind. The shadow must have noticed because it quickly made a gesture as if flapping a fly off its face. Essentially telling him to forget about that, they could handle it. He thought there was a real possibility that Lucifer could end up killing his own partner while under that spell, without even knowing that is what he did, beliving him to be an enemy instead. The idea wasn't as alluring as he was hoping it would be, but it wasn't completely repelant either. When and if Lucifer did came out of his trance, that was going to be one surprising discovery for him. Losing a pet in such a careless way wasn't the ideal for anyone. The lost of his own heir probably was going to be cause for some emotions too, unless Lucifer had faked his enthusiasm about it too. At that point, he realized he couldn't be sure of that either.

Alastor shrugged as he took the accesory, deciding right there and then that if he actually found the stone he was just going to use it.

Too long he had been taken for a sucker already.

No matter how much he called out his name to him, Lucifer wasn't responding to him. This had to be an actually powerful spell then and his magical expertise was far from covering something like that. He already knew how he came out from his own trance, but he truly hoped he didn't have to do anything like that for Lucifer. The mere thought was making his gusts turn upside down.

Since he was close now, he could make out the words that Lucifer was saying, even though they were barely above a whisper. Strikes of tears were falling from his face, down to his chin. Al cleaned them up with his thumbs, like he had done so many times before. Only this time Lucifer didn't lean into the contact or seemed even aware that it was happening at all. Clearly Lucifer was having his own nightmare.

"I am sorry… I had no idea."

"Darling, snap out of this" Al grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him. The head of Lucifer moved a little over his shoulders, nothing else. "Darling, please" He applauded in front of his face, snapped his fingers over the ears of the monarch, even pinched the red dots as strong he could without tearing the skin. "Lucifer, I swear this is no fun for me" warned.

Then he slapped him, as hard as he could, and the subsequent pain on his hand, as if he had slammed it against a wall made of diamond, immediately told him that was a bad idea. He was pretty sure something had broken there. Just to pour more salt on the metaphorical and literal wound, Lucifer's small cut healed almost instantly and the slap didn't leave any mark behind. His head moved a little to the side but slowly came back into place, staring straight into a vision that was tearing him apart.

At least Al could appreciate that he had moved from his position on the air. Using one hand and forearm, Al pushed the shoulders of Lucifer down. The wings of Lucifer moved ever so slightly, but otherwise he found no resistance as he brought him back to the ground. Safe and solid ground was always better than uncertain air, wings or not. Al retracted his as soon he could land, but Lucifer didn't. Either environment probably made no difference for him on that state.

"What if…" murmured, barely moving his mouth. Alastor had to get closer to understand what he was saying. "What if I give you back your freedom? Would that help?"

What the hell was he even seeing? That question had come out so pained as more tears came out. Al cupped his cheek.

"Love, wake up. You have to wake up" said, even though he knew it was useless. He had no idea what else to do. "You are stronger than this, I know you are. Come on."

"No" was the whisper of Lucifer as he slowly raised his arm.

Al wanted to believe a part of him was fighting the spell, when suddenly a chil run down his spine at recognizing his own contract, floating between them before Lucifer grabbed it on his hands. He haven't seen it ever since Heaven. Lucifer never had a reason to conjure it before.

"Love, what are you doing?" Al hated how panicked his voice came out, how quickly his heart started to raise in his chest. "If you are doing what I think you are doing, I swear to your father, I will…" He couldn't finish the sentence when the hands of Lucifer gripped the contract and he could feel it, squeezing his whole being.

Contract were not meant to be touched directly. It was a commonly known rule. Now he knew why.

"But it's a start, isn't it? I am so sorry, Alastor."

Oh, so that was supposed to be for his own good?

Al growled as he slapped both his hands against the face of Lucifer, ignoring the pain of the broken one. He felt his own magic reacting to his anger as the energy came out. Bright green glowed and extended from underneath his fingers until they went under the monarch's skin.

The price of his soul to hold the power to realize the purposes he desired, which at that moment included stopping his husband from commiting the stupidest thing he never asked for.

Lucifer's eyes blinked in green for a second until they settled on red, yellow cat like pupils staring in confusion as Al was not giving any other choice but to receive the full presence of the fury that was still very much within him.

"Don't you fucking dare to ever touch my contract again, Lucifer Morningstar, I swear for everything unholy!" he snarled, squeezing his face as his claws digging in. See if he liked the sensation, that was nothing like what he went through, but it would have to do. "Is that how you treat gifts that people make to you, you spoiled king? Who gave you the right to play around with it in the first place? Call it out! NOW!" demanded.

Lucifer stood frozen. Never before had the devil looked more like a deer in front of a highlight as then. His eyes stared at him for what felt like a long second and then down to his own hands. A small frown formed in his face. The piece of paper dissapeard, alongside the chain and shackles. Only then Al released the sigh of relief that he had trapped inside.

"Don't do that again" Al repeated. After another beat, he brought him over to be squeashed properly between his arms, as strong as he could. Lucifer could take it anyway, after decades subjecting him to the same kind of hugs. "You stupid tiny prick" he sighed against, kissing the side of his head and wanting to pretend his voice didn't shake as he knew very well it did.

Lucifer closed his eyes, finally relaxing too. The arms of the monarch grabbed onto Al's back and squeezed the fabric of his coat jacket.

"I am sorry" muttered against his chest.

"Shut up" Al hold up his chin up to kiss his forehead, his eyebrow, one red dot and then his lips, where he stayed a moment longer, grabbing the hair on his nape to keep him in place even though Lucifer had no intention of moving. When he separated just enough to see him directly again, a new streak of tears were falling again. Lucifer's more delivish features came back into his body until he was back on his usual form. Still breath takingly beautiful no matter what. "What is wrong?" asked, pacified now.

"Are we…" Lucifer licked his lips, looking around as if he didn't dare to finish the thought. But he pushed through. "Are we still expecting?"

So that was part of his nightmare too. Al brushed his hair back with his healthy hand, understanding the aprehension now. A simple answer wouldn't cut it.

"Why don't you take a look and see for yourself?" offered, nuzzling his temple.

Lucifer took a deep breath as his eyes changed again, now a solid red. Al embraced the feeling of being examined on such a personal level, where nobody else but the king could ever see. As soon Lucifer got his answer, he buried his face against his chest as he hugged him again.

"It's okay" Al rubbed his back when another sob escaped Lucifer. "It was just an illusion, dear. Not a single thing of it was real. None of it."

"I thought you hated me" was the muffled response, after a while.

"I don't. You know that, don't you? You can actually see it" reminded him, pressing between his shoulder blade with one hand.

The other one was hanging over the shoulder of Lucifer. He could wait a little bit for the healing. Until Lucifer was properly convinced of which was their actual reality. It would have been impossible to differentiate between them while the nightmare was playing. While that spell lasted, all they knew was what inside of it. Every horrifying thing about it was as real as any other fact they knew about their lives. No wonder Lucifer needed a moment to adapt again.

After a while, more calmed down, Lucifer nodded his head.

"It's nice… to hear it sometimes" murmured without looking up, as if suddenly shy.

Al had to chuckle because he haven't seen that side of his husband in a while.

"Of course" conceded, bending to caress his jaw. "I love you" said, pressing a kiss onto the space between his eyes. "But don't ever pull a stunt like that again or I will change my mind" added, poking his chest.

Lucifer let out a small snort.

"Fair enough" said, bringing him down to nuzzle his neck, soft kisses trailing over the spot where his collar had been before. "Was it painful? When I was holding it?" asked after a beat.

"It wasn't pleasant, I can tell you that much" Al looked down when Lucifer didn't resumed, catching those big yellow eyes widening. "No, it didn't hurt" he sighed, rolling his eyes. "You know that even if you had broke it, you wouldn't have killed me, right? I still would have killed you in any case" he managed to swallow down the quick access of nausea that came to dance at the back of his throat with those words.

Fortunately, Lucifer didn't notice.

"I know" The king buried his head against his chest again.

Al searched for the hand of Lucifer and grasped on his own, guiding it in the space between the button in front of his abdomen. Two fingers managed to make contact with his skin and they were comfortangly warm.

"The baby needs some magic" explained, even though Lucifer clearly had gotten the memo already. Before he had ended his phrase, the buttons of his shirt opened up magically to allow Lucifer to place the rest of his hand. "They need their father, dear" said anyway, nuzzling his hair.

"Mmm, better take care of that" Lucifer brought him down by the neck to reach his lips.

He looked up to him before making contact, as if asking for permission. Al lowered himself the rest of the way as his response, humming with delight when Lucifer started to move too. A calm pace was set that they had no issue following. They did not care to look at any watch to care for the exact time. Alastor wrapped a hand around the wrist of Lucifer, pressing down with him.

When he felt a familiar nudge behind his knees, Alastor nodded his head as he changed position greedily refusing to break the kiss. The magic of Lucifer lifted him up in the air by the legs, as it were the hands of the monarch, and then slowly took him to the ground. There, Al's neck could get some relief as Lucifer rised up on his knees, now both at the same level.

His injured hand started to tingle after a while and soon enough, he could move it again without any pain to do anything he wanted. Like holding the side of Lucifer and not tell him that it was enough already because he didn't want to curt the moment, not yet. The magic of Lucifer running through his body felt almost like a few drops of his blood. A hug after a hard day on job right under his skin. How could anyone possibly resist?

After a while, however, the flux ended and Lucifer lifted his face up, joining their foreheads together. Al could percieve the frown starting to form and waited, knowing that Lucifer had something rattling inside that wouldn't let him at peace until he let it out. He rubbed circles on the waist of his king with his thumbs.

"Have you ever… regretted the contract?" asked Lucifer finally.

"Mmm" Al brought him closer, nibling his jaw and pressing his lips against the fine neck. "No, not even once."

He felt the movement of Lucifer swallowing.

"But if you could still keep your powers without it, wouldn't you like that? You wouldn't be returning to Heaven anyway, that ship has crushed and burn already."

"Why?" Al stared at him. "Why would I want that?"

Lucifer blushed, a dust of gold decorating his face. Al listened to his own desires and pressed his tongue against it, breathing the sweet scent underneath. The fact that Lucifer barely reacted to his action pleased him greatly.

"Because I own your soul?" Lucifer still tried. "Wouldn't you want to do that instead? You have more a right to it than me."

Al sighed. He took the hand of Lucifer where the engagement ring was in, stroking him with a finger.

"Do you want to return this to me?" asked, calm, so Lucifer would not think he was threatening to take it away.

The idea was just try to make a point.

"No!" answered Lucifer quickly anyway, hugging the hand against his chest.

"Why not?" encouraged with a little smirk.

Lucifer glanced at the ring. His thumb brushed against it lightly.

"Because… you gave it to me?" said, hesitantly. When the smile of Al expanded a little more, his eyes light up at getting the right answer: "And you are not supposed to return gifts."

"Indeed" Al rewarded him with a kiss on his cheek, rubbing his back. "You are the only one I would ever want to make that gift to, Lucifer" assured, bringing him close to laid his head against the monarch's chest. He could practically smell each of his heartbeats, hitching up slightly. "I don't need you to give me back my freedom because I am not trapped. I never thought I was. Even when you called upon my collar, I know I was free already because it was you holding the chain" He pressed his face further down, very much aware that the flush of blood wasn't only coming from Lucifer. "My entire life belongs to you, even if you decide to end it someday."

"What?" Lucifer tried to move away to look at his face, but Al used both his arms to keep him in place. He knew he wasn't going to be able to continue talking if it was face to face and he wanted to talk, he needed Lucifer to know. It was a thought that had bounced around in his head for a while, even before the contract or the extermination, but became all the more prominent after all of that and couldn't ignore it. "What-what do you mean, babe?"

"Calm down" said, locking his arms at the back of Lucifer. He pressed his forehead against the cage where the heart of his king was going faster, as if wanting to scape. "I am not saying I am looking forward to that day or wish it would came sooner. Nothing further from my mind, I promise" A small sigh of relief, for just a small relief in the middle of something else. "I am just saying that if I ever have to go, I won't accept any other death that doesn't come from you, Lucifer. You asked me before how did I ever stopped hating you for the power you have over me. I think at some point I just started loving you for it instead, because I liked to think I was the one giving it to you. That feels right to me" He lifted a hand from the back of Lucifer to his neck, playing with with the blonde hair that stand out. Lucifer let his hands rest on top of his shoulders, his interior still racing, but giving him the chance to talk.

Al breathing in deeply and finally dared to look up. Lucifer waited a moment, as if he could change his mind at any point, and cupped his cheek silently. Al closed his eyes a second, soaking in the feeling of having Lucifer's body so close, his touch, his attention, before he continue.

"As long you are my hunter, I will gladly be your prey, my love" said, reaching to kiss his lips, one caress, soft, giving. "What you are not allowed to do, Lucifer" added with a warning tone. His arms squeezed him closer, harder, as if they could fuse their ribcage together if he just tried. Lucifer let out a small grunt, more surprised than because he was hurting him. Al knew he couldn't even if he tried to. "What I will never accept from you is you looking at anyone else or throwing me away. I don't care who they are, I will eliminate them. I don't care where you go, I will follow or drag you with me. You are mine just as much I am yours. I won't have it any other way. Do you understand?"

Lucifer blinked looking down. A small crease started to deepen between his eyebrows.

"Just so we are clear, I am not killing you" said finally. "Ever. That is not a thing we are doing. Jeez, Al, is that your idea of being romantic?"

In other circumstances Al would find it hilarious that he still needed to question that after being together for so long. But this was important to him, so he glared in response.

"Answer the question, Lucifer."

Lucifer elevated his hands into the air, mouth hanging open for a moment, perfectly stunned.

"Y-yes, I get it! Obviously! That is why I want to be married to you, you fucking weirdo!" Lucifer huffed when Al buried his head against on chest again. The monarch exhaled, any remaining tension slipping off his shoulders as he petted Al between the antlers. The long red ears pulled down. "You have no right to be this cute after talking about me killing you" protested after a while.

"I will be whatever I want at any moment I want" replied Al, nuzzling him further.

More than anything, at that moment, he just wanted more of Lucifer's touch, smell, weight, everything.

"Fucking damn it" Lucifer threw his head back and laughed, covering his eyes with his hand. When Al brought him over to laid on top of him, Lucifer did not put any resistance and even accomodated his hands to hold himself up. Lucifer's laughter started to die down, the glint on his look making him look more disheveled than his hair or the bowtie out of place. "What the fuck is wrong with us, babe?" it wasn't a sincere question, just an expression of incredulity.

"Don't know, don't care" Al grabbed Lucifer's face and claimed his mouth, wrapping his arms around his neck. "We can't have sex here, love" said against Lucifer's cheek, when he felt a hand trying to go beyond his belt.

The hand immediately pulled back.

"Right, I knew that" Al hummed and went for his lips again. "Shouldn't we be going?" asked Lucifer, without making any attempt to move away.

"Later" Al still had very clear behind his eyelids the image of Lucifer looking adoringly at the queen of hell and that would not stand with him. He wanted to soak on Lucifer choosing him before doing anything else, and he would do it, the rest be damned. They both deserved it. For a little while longer at least. "I gave your buddy the necklace. He can find it on his own."

"You did?" Lucifer kissed him back, putting his hand behind Al's head as a pillow and to elevate him slightly more. Al felt himself shivering ever so softly and Lucifer had to notice it too. "So you trust him now?"

"I trust you" Al sucked on the bottom lip of Lucifer when he sighed. "If anything goes wrong, it's your fault."

"And if everything goes right?"

"I am taking all the credit, of course."

Lucifer laughed again, but did not protest. Mostly because he made sure to keep his mouth busy with something else.

Alastor had been moving for what felt a long time. It could hae been half an hour just as easily as it could have been three. He had no way to differentiate a wall from another, nothing to leave a recognizable trail for himself behind. His shadow could only go so far away from him before it had to return. When his feet took him to the same clearing with the forcefielf and the tentacles still up for the third time, he groaned to himself. By then the grin of the dark silhouette following around had turned from optimistic to a furious open mouthed frown.

The necklace, of course, was just as useless as any other accesory could have been. In whatever direction it was pointing it out, it was not reacting to anything. Nothing like the pull that it had when Lucifer was in front of him at the moving truck and he quite literally missed his opportunity between his fingers. Just thinking about it made him angrier, which at least had the added benefit of quickening his steps, but it wasn't more reliable than just going out blind.

When he recognized the forcefield a fourth time, Alastor took notice of something different. It had shrunk. Now what seemed to be a imposing figure at a distance had turned into a one floor height that was just a few heads taller than himself. Only the space that occupied on the ground remained exactly the same. The tentacles were still moving, waiting for an opportunity to defend, and lines of green magic moved over the surface without pause. For now, at least, he had no choice but to assume that his other version was still very much alive. He wondered if Lucifer was still under the illusion spell. Then he chastaized himself for doing so. As if any of that had anything to do with him.

Alastor was about to turn back into the maze when he felt the pull of his shadow. When he turned his eyes back to the clearing, beyond the forcefield, he could see why. Something new was finally happening, a portal opening. Quickly moving across the floor, what Alastor thought was more magic revealed itself to be a white top hat decorated with a snake and crown that he knew very well. Before he could reach the entry from where he came from, the portal closed and it was only Lucifer standing there. Looking even more shocked than him at seeing him manifest from the ground.

"Alastor?" said, blinking. A quick inspection through a red blinking later, confirming it was indeed him, he laughed. Alastor froze at the sudden happy sound, the only he had heard ever since this whole stupid maze had started. "Wait, it is you! Old you! Man, I never thought I would be so happy to see you! Come here, buddy!"

Before he could dissapear anywhere else, Lucifer came teleported himself in front of him and wrapped him up in his arms to start squeezing, whether he wanted to or not, whether he raised his arms to correspond or not. Alastor told himself he didn't want to even as if his chest seemed to disagree. Unconsciously he breath in the same sweet scent as before. It took him a second then to fully absorbe the words that had come out of his mouth and realize they made no sense for the man he went to the maze with. If anything he should have been the new Alastor for him, not the old one.

Unless this wasn't the Lucifer he had been living with until now.

"Your Makesty?" asked.

The small king lifted his head up and shook it, an all toothy smile illuminating his whole face. Lucifer gave him another final squeeze, that his bruises did not appreciate very much, before letting him go and taking a step back, scratching his neck.

"Ah, sorry, I couldn't contain myself" excused. Alastor lowered his ear because, of course, he only said that after the fact. "So, did you missed me?" asked Lucifer next, reclining over his cane.

"Were you gone? I barely noticed" Alastor made a show of fixing up his already perfect suit. He barely managed to contain a grin when Lucifer, his old Lucifer, actually pouted in the same manner he had seen so many times before. He pretended that only irritated him, that was completely unrelated to how light he felt. It dawned on him that literally the last time they saw each other, that Lucifer was throwing the cake of his daughter's birthday to his face.

"I imagine you found a stone then?" asked, looking back. The forcefield was definitely still there, so he could only pressume that at least the other Al was still there. It could be an illusion, but the fact that he could see it at the same time as the tiny man gave him some hope it wasn't.

"Uuuuh, no exactly" recognized Lucifer, avoid his look. Just for that, Alastor turned to him to give him his full attention. "We… actually totally lost the last stone" recognized the king with a uncomfortable shrugg. "For a while there, we were literally fucking lost and with no hope whatsoever. Not a fun time or something I would really recommend."

"But you still came."

Lucifer smirked.

"That was totally because of the Emily of that world. You know how these original stones were made with the soil of my own falling? Well, she reasoned, if the falling of one high ranking angel could have such properties, then maybe the falling of another one could have similar results? So we went with this really stinky alchemist, that was literally the last one who knew personally anything about those things, and we had him cooking up for us for a while" Lucifer finished his explanation getting a hand on his pocket and pulling out a bunch of grey dark rocks among some similarly coloured looking pebble. "They are not actually the same as the other stones. They are not as powerful as to completely undue the previous wish. But hey, it brought me here at least! The other Lucifer and his Alastor can have their wish! Are they around here? I did want to appear close to all of you to make it easier" Apparently Lucifer haven't related the presence of the magical presence behind them as coming from another source than the Alastor in front of him.

Before Alastor could think to tell him anything, the forcefield let out. Leaving on it's center a vision he very much would have rather never have to see, especially not in front of the monarch. His other version, plenty recognizable, laying on the floor while Lucifer was straddling him and over his forearms. They could have been fighting, but no, that would have been too generous to Alastor and clearly the universe just wasn't in the mood for that anytime soon. Instead, they were obviously making out and, which was just a little bit worse, so focused on the activity that they haven't even realized that now they had public. Even more public that they would have before.

At the very least, it looked that is what all they were doing. It didn't make it better, but it didn't made it worse.

"Ah" said Lucifer at his side, understanding the situation immediately. Alastor didn't know if it was a relief or not that the king seemed just as mortified as he was. In any case, there was a lot of that to share around. "Let's… uh, give them some privacy" said carefully, making a gesture for Alastor to follow him up ahead the path.

Alastor did, his eyes stuck to the ceiling and very much wishing his ears were not that sensitive to not hear things he didn't want to have on his memory. Gasps for air and little giggles with his own voice that would haunt him long after all of this was over, he was sure of it. They weren't just alteady so together. The tail wrap of the other Lucifer around Al's thigh was already too much, but the little black tendrils born out of the ground holding the calf of the other Lucifer, some of them going as far as to wrap against the waist too, somehow that was even more embarassing.

Only after they were at a more than respectable distance, did Lucifer cleared out his throat.

"Well" said, with an uncomfortable chuckle. "We can wait a bit longer, can we? Uhm, are they… are they always like that?"

The ears of Alastor flattened again.

"Yes" hissed. "All the time. I don't think I have seen separated once."

"I see, mmm" Lucifer cleared his throat again, playing with his bowtie a little bit. "I guess I could have seen it coming."

Alastor made a neutral hum. In theory he could have also expected it. That didn't mean it made it any more enjoyable or easy. Lucifer let out a small snort, looking up to see him.

"I imagine that must have been especially annoying for you" commented with a sympathetic smile that Alastor didn't instantly felt disgusted by.

"It was, in fact" Alastor sighed. It was definitely good that finally someone actually understood the problem, someone wearing his same shoes for once. "Everyone else didn't seem to have a problem with it, though."

"Not even Charlie?" Lucifer lifted his head at him, surprised.

Alastor nodded. Since it seemed to him that Lucifer was waiting for more of an explanation, he gave it because why not.

"She said that she is happy to see you happy and can't really blame you. Even if that Lucifer isn't her real father, I guess that is enough for her" added with a shrug.

He ignored the way that Lucifer's eyes shined as he hold his apple cane close to his chest.

"I…" Lucifer swallowed up, blinking quickly. "I see. Sorry you went through that, though. How-how is Charlie?"

Alastor considered for a moment to tell him that she was smiling and laughing along with the other Lucifer. That they decorated cakes together and Lucifer cooked for her almost every day, to her joy and delight. He thought about it, about how easy it would make it to see the face of Lucifer twist into pain at that and then sighed. He was just too tired from the whole horrible day he just had. From the whole confusing month. For once, it wasn't Lucifer's fault this abscence from his daughter's life.

"She misses her father" said simply. "I think she will be glad to see you."

He risked a glance in Lucifer's direction and that was clearly a mistake. The emotion pouring out from every portion of that man was almost too much to bear. That smile that objectively beautiful and kind was like a curse everytime it appeared. It always lodged onto his chest like a parasite and made it fill with uncontrollable maggots everywhere.

"Thank you. That is… good to hear" Lucifer chuckled softly, quickly whipping his eyes with his thumbs. Alastor pretended he didn't notice. After a beat needing to regain himself again, Lucifer looked at him again. "I… I feel like I owed you an apology. No, no, let me finish first" added when Alastor was about to respond. At the slight shrug of the radio demon, he continued. "I am sorry for how things went. I mean, I think we both know you did everything in your power to push every button you can find and when you want to you can be the most annoying, insufferable, frustrating sinner I had ever seen step a feet in hell…"

"Why, your Majesty, you are flattering me" said, not even with a hint of irony. Getting under people's skin like that was a skill, one he had been carefully honing in for years, so any recognition of it was good for him. If that honor was coming from the one who saw hell since its creation then that only made it more valuable.

"But" emphasized Lucifer, ignoring him, "I shouldn't have reacted like I did either. That wasn't fair for Charlie and it wasn't fair to you. I should move away or, I don't know, something. Anything else. So I am sorry, okay?" Lucifer sighed, letting his shoulder fall. "I don't want that to happen again. And not just because my ass could end up in another dimension. That was so fucking stupid. I am not proud of it" He took another deep breath, brushing his hair back. "You don't have to say anything by the way. I just… wanted to take that out of my chest, I guess. It had been on my mind for a while now."

Alastor nodded, appreciating that. More than anything because he had not actual idea of what to say to that at all. Never he would have expected that kind of speech coming from the same irritable king he once knew. He didn't sound like looking for sympathy either, he was just as tired as he was. Unlike him, he had spend the entire time away from home. It wasn't unreasonable to believe that he had an opportunity to reflect and come to that conclusion on his own.

Maybe changing things couldn't be so bad.

"Apology accepted" said, looking to a side.

It took a moment for Lucifer to reply, as if he haven't expecting it either.

"Oh" said. Alastor gave him a side eye to see him smile again, avoiding to look at him too. "Cool. Good to hear."

It had been a while since Lucifer had felt the air around expanding, returning them to the maze where he knew they were, when he finally managed to point a finger over the weird sensation that he had. Or more accurately, the lack of a sensation that was usually there.

"Babe" called softly.

"Mmm?" Al continued to attack his neck.

His hands were gripping him strong, refusing to let him leave, Al's breath was warmth against his skin and there was nothing else Lucifer rather do than to let him continue going for as far they could go. He wouldn't have interrupted at all if it wasn't because it was important.

"I am no the king anymore" said finally.

The stopped Al immediately and he stared at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I lost the connection to hell" Lucifer blinked, more sure now that his husband wasn't distracting him to know that is what it was missing. "It's so weird. It's like… my head feels lighter somehow?"

The eyes of Al started to widen, his teeth flaring out on a tight grin.

"That filthy immitation did something" growled low. Lucifer could feel the hands still on his shoulders expanding on claws.

"Did he?" Lucifer didn't think so, but he didn't know how to contradict Al either. That is when he noticed a shadow on the ground waving at him for his attention. It wasn't his husband's shadow. "Babe, look" said, sitting upright.

Al finally did noticed the dark silhouette. It was clearly telling them to go with it and pointing to the nearest path. At a distance Lucifer had no issue distinguishing a white figure with a top hat standing next to a red one that couldn't be other than Alastor. Somehow Lucifer just knew that wasn't another illusion. The feeling of recognition came to him just as natural as it did when he met the other Charlie.

"Come on" said, helping Al back on his feet and closing his shirt off with a snap of his fingers.

Then they walked hand in hand towards them. The closer they went to, the more obvious it became to Lucifer who was standing there. A part of the legitimate king of that realm must have sensed him too because he suddenly turned around.

"Oh, well, who decided to join! So nice to see you, guys!" said the other Lucifer, a little too loud for his taste.

It was only a second later that Lucifer realized they both had to be presenting quite the picture together. He had fixed their clothing, but that didn't account for everything else. Just a glance to his husband reminded him of what they had done. With his lips swollen, the hair messed up the worse on the back and hickeys all over his neck, Al looked completely debauched. Even if somehow someone could miss all those signs, the small knowing smile of his face would have been the smoking gun already. He himself more like wasn't in any better state. It was a pity that he couldn't even bring himself to pretend he was bothered by any of it, that he had the tiniest of shame left on him. Anyone, in his humble opinion, would be proud in his place, so why shoudln't he?

Instead, seeing his husband in such a state, he just had to bring him closer by the waist as he offered his hands to the true king. Al didn't seem to mind the gesture, placing a hand instead on his shoulder casually.

"Hey, we finally meet!" said cheerfully, shaking the hand. He noticed the ring on his hands, the same that the queen also still had. But that wasn't any of his business, so instead he looked up at the man with a more sincere smile. "I was really due to say thanks to you. For taking care of the baby while I couldn't."

The other Lucifer blinked, as if taken aback by it.

"Oh, come on, don't think any of it" The king chuckled with a shrug. "I am sure you would have done the same thing in my place."

"Of course. But even so, thank you" He gave the hand of the monarch a final squeeze before letting go.

"Nice to see you too, man" The king smirked to Al. "You gave me a fucking heart attack when you disapeared, as I am sure that you are glad to know. But I will forgive you this time because of extenuant circumstances."

"How benevolent, your Majesty" Despite his ironic tone, Lucifer percieved the slight tension of Al, no doubt suddenly remembering that his dissapearence also affected their daughter. He rubbed his side with a soothing gesture. The king nodded, chuckling at that answer as if he was expecting it. "So you got the stone at last?"

"No, but yes" Lucifer stared at him without understanding. "I will explain. We should first come out of this place. How did you guys end up here anyway?"

"We were looking for the last stone on this side" Lucifer sighed. "We were supposed to enter a warehouse where hopefully we could grab it. Next thing we knew we were here."

"Right" The monarch nodded, looking around. "This is a well constructed pocket dimension, I will give them that."

"So that is what this is?" asked Alastor. "We were working on the theory it was all a spell."

"Yeah, fuck! "Lucifer slapped his own forehead. "I just remembered now that I noticed that the second I was here, but when I tried to get out of it that is when a illusion distracted me. The space is real, but it's still magical and obviously designed to keep us here as much as whoever set it up wants us to."

"A illusion spell?" The king looked at him and Lucifer nodded. The implications of that were obvious for all of them. "Fuck. Fine, I will wish us out of here. Hopefully this place won't react to that at least."

"You have more than one stone?" questioned Lucifer as the king took out a small one from his pocket.

"I have a bunch of them!" affirmed the king, holding that one on his hand for a second. A portal oppened up through which they could see an completely empty warehouse at night. "You all can thank Emily for that later."