#oc Pinot

[peapod20001]

It’s like they’re the Brady bunch 😭

[ivorybride]

First art post n its oc x canon related what a shocker

Meet Pinot Noir Cookie and Petit Sirah Cookie! Father n daughter and Roguefort’s lil helpers so to speak :3 Pinot Noir works alongside Sparkling Cookie as a bartender and Petit Sirah is usually seen hanging around. uh. spooky ppl.

DOODLE TIME 🗣️‼️

First doodle is so corny but shhhhh

[carbonateddelusion]

I'm NORMAL (thinking about the fruit dads/the poly boyfriends with Eddie bc I remembered the picture of Max screaming at Chuck)

[littleprinces]

Day 6: Cheating Sex

Danielle x Male Reader

Day 6 Kinkvember

OC Reader

Tonight, I was meeting my best friend, Danielle, or Dani as we called her, at our favorite wine bar. As I stepped into the cozy atmosphere of the bar, I spotted Dani sitting at our usual table, her long chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders.

She looked up as I approached, her emerald eyes sparkling with warmth. "Hey, Jake" she said, her voice a soft melody. "You're right on time."

I smiled and sat down across from her. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied, signaling the waiter for a bottle of our favorite Pinot Noir. As we clinked glasses, Dani's eyes never left mine. "To us," she said, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

The wine flowed smoothly, and so did our conversation. Dani talked about her latest art project, her hands gesturing passionately as she described her vision. I listened intently, her enthusiasm infectious. However, as the night wore on, the conversation took a more intimate turn.

"You know, Jake," Dani said, her voice dropping to a low purr, "sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we were more than just friends."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? And what makes you think about that?"

She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "Because sometimes, when you look at me, I see something more in your eyes. A hunger."

I chuckled, taking a sip of my wine. "You're playing with fire, Dani. We both know you have a boyfriend."

She shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. "So? A girl can have a little fun, can't she?"

The air between us was charged with tension. Dani's hand reached out, lightly tracing the back of my hand. "I think we should explore this, Jake. Just once. What do you say?"

I looked at her, her eyes pleading, her lips parted slightly. I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards her. "Alright, Dani. Let's explore this."

Later that night, we found ourselves in my apartment. The mood was electric, the anticipation palpable. Dani stood in the middle of my living room, her eyes locked onto mine. "What do you want to do, Jake?" she whispered.

I stepped closer, my voice low and commanding. "I want to see you, Dani. All of you."

She bit her lip, a shiver running down her spine. "And what if I say no?"

I smirked, my hands reaching for the hem of her dress. "You won't."

Slowly, I lifted her dress, revealing her smooth, toned legs. My hands explored her thighs, her body responding to my touch. "You're so beautiful, Dani," I murmured, my hands moving up to her hips.

She moaned softly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Jake... I've never done anything like this before."

I smiled, my fingers moving to the zipper of her dress. "Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while."

The dress slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Dani stood before me in a black lace bra and thong, her body a symphony of curves. I reached out, cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her body arching into my touch.

"You like that, don't you?" I growled, my voice laced with desire.

She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes... yes, I do."

I guided her to the bedroom, my mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths. I could taste the wine on her lips, sweet and intoxicating.

Dani's hands fumbled with my shirt, pulling it off. I kicked off my shoes and pants, standing before her in just my boxers. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

I led her to the bed, pushing her gently onto her back. I began to kiss her, starting at her neck, working my way down to her collarbone, her shoulders, her chest. My mouth found her nipple, sucking and nibbling through the lace of her bra.

Dani moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Jake... that feels so good."

I smiled against her skin, my hand moving to her other breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her body writhed beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps.

I moved lower, my mouth finding the delicate skin of her stomach. My fingers hooked into the waistband of her thong, pulling it down slowly. Dani lifted her hips, helping me remove the last piece of clothing between us.

I settled between her legs, my mouth finding her pussy. She was already wet, her arousal coating my lips as I licked and sucked her clit. Dani's hips bucked, her hands gripping the sheets.

"Oh, God, Jake..." she moaned, her voice laced with pleasure. "That feels so good."

I continued to lavish attention on her clit, my fingers exploring her wetness. She was tight, her muscles clenching around my fingers as I slipped them inside her. I curled them, searching for that spot that would drive her wild.

Dani's moans grew louder, her body tensing as I brought her closer to the edge. "Jake... I'm going to come," she panted, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

I slowed my movements, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure. When she finally came down, she looked at me with dazed eyes. "That was... incredible."

I smiled, my cock throbbing with need. "And we're just getting started."

I positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, a wicked grin on my face. "You ready for this, Dani?"

She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes... yes, I'm ready."

I pushed inside her, her tightness enveloping me. We both moaned, our bodies adjusting to the new sensation. I started to move, slow and steady, letting her get used to the feel of me.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.

Dani shook her head, her fingers digging into my back. "No... it feels full. So full."

I laughed, a low rumble in my chest. "Good. Because I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

I picked up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her with ease. Dani's moans filled the room, her body moving in sync with mine. "Faster, Jake... harder," she begged.

I obliged, my hips slamming into hers. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of flesh on flesh. Dani's nails raked down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Yes... yes, like that... right there," she panted, her body tensing as another orgasm approached.

I could feel my own release building, my balls drawing up tight. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it in tight circles, pushing her over the edge.

Dani screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. The sight of her coming undone was too much, and I followed her over the edge, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my cum.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Dani looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and surprise. "Wow, Jake... that was... amazing."

I smiled, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "I told you I'd make it worth your while."

We spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies, our desires, and our limits. It was a night neither of us would ever forget.

[disappointedpotaaht]

Wine Review #3: McGuigan Reserve Pinot Grigio

Opening: Luckily, another wine with a screw cap, so I had no issues opening it.

Taste: It was okay. Again very mild and lacking crispness in my opinion. Where are those citrus notes? Have the vibrant tropical fruit aromas cancelled out the sourness of the citrus notes?

Headache: The next day I did have a slight headache but nothing major. So, you should be fine if you share the bottle with a friend and don’t drink it all by yourself as I do :)

Bought: ASDA

Price: 7£

Rating 3/5

[vanillafalvoredcoffee]

Backstory!

He's always been a lonely spirit ever since he gained consciousness and form a body of his own, even though he's the youngest brother...he seems to be more mature than the rest of his brothers but he thought that he was less worthy of recognition than any of them.

He's very quiet and barely even talks to anyone except his brothers

He's the least emotional of the group, actually...he barely even feel anything at all

He is more close to of Lyphiós and recognized him as his reliable big brother, Lyphiós seems to be the empathetic one in the family and the one who always comfort him whenever he feels bad about himself....because of that he respects Lyphiós.

Of course, he didn’t forget about Euphrosynos nor Thymoménos.....they like to tease him and Lyphiós a lot for fun...for some reason.

Bernardus always saw both Euphrosynos and Thymoménos as an snobby arrogant bitch but Euphrosynos is a bit more reserved than less emotional than the other

Bernardus doesn't actually dislike them though, it's just a simple siblings rivalry

Him and all of his brothers work as guardian angels and their job is to manage the people they're protecting how to deal with their mentality...easy right?

Ofcourse not

The others doesn't seem to have much problem doing their job...except for Bernardus

He has trouble trying to make those people feel better but it just makes them afraid of him instead....maybe his presence makes everyone feel even more depressed...how unfortunate

He usually see many people die in front of him...and it's almost always the people he's trying to protect...well, it doesn't matter anymore...

Because of that he got fired from his job, for the first time he felt...regret...but he still wanted to protect other people

He started to drink wine and smoke to cope with his problems, his favorite wine brand is in his name (lol)

After more than a hundred years...he stumbled upon a lonely girl named Aliana, he felt pity for her so he decides to follow her around

Bernardus noticed that she really adores her grandfather at that time and she seems to be home alone most of the time...

One day, he found Aliana crying at the church alone so he takes form as her Grandfather...even though he sucks at shape-shifting Aliana still believes him as her grandfather anyway

From then on, Bernardus developed an attachment towards her (in a protective parental way ofcourse) he felt like he could forget about his problems just by seeing her cute little face :)

At first he's afraid that she'll be afraid of him like the others but...surprisingly, she likes him...no...loves him like he's her actual family

He's trying to drink and smoke only when she's not around to avoid being a bad influence to her

He's always there next to her when she's lonely (which is...almost every day) at this point he's like a father figure to her...

...

Ye that's it :)

Bernardus Pinot Noir

Aka Yonaka's guardian demon I mean angel:)

[Btw...his name is based off a wine brand-]

[dozydawn]

uncovered the journal i kept at 17

that was my handwriting sober & then after half a bottle of barefoot pinot grigio... written while watching kenneth branagh’s hamlet (1996)

my favorite quotes are “WHY does it keep skipping?!?!” (about the pirated copy i’m watching) and “I can’t believe it’s only 9:20 am pm. The Ramen noodles I just ate were amazing. Aw! Hamlet hugging Ophelia was so cute!” (then i say how it reminds me of my ocs, ugh)

at another point in the diary i mention drinking vodka & powerade before anthropology class to “take the edge off” ... i don’t even drink now & haven’t since high school

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yarems preferred alcoholic drink? Maybe + Kozue and your OC?

As a functional alcoholic, I’d be glad to do this!

Baki Head Canons

Alcoholic Cocktails/ Beverages of choice

…………………………………………………………………

Baki Hanma

Shirley Temple

Jack Hanma

Old Fashion but he rarely drinks

Kiyosumi Katou

The cheapest beer on the happy hour menu but it’s usually Sapporo

Kaioh Retsu

Baijiu

Katsumi Orochi

Umeshu

Biscuit Oliva

Pinot Noir wine

Jun Guevara

Coconut Rum or Tequila

Hanayama Kaoru

Whiskey

Kozue Matsumoto

Amaretto sour

Gouki Shibukawa

Shōchū

Doppo Orochi

Sake

Shinogu Kureha

Champagne (the sweeter the better)

Shinogi Kosho

Everclear

Marisa Guerra (OC)

Ouzo

[ask-the-four-lords]

To Karl Heisenberg and lady alcina dimitrescu 💝

What do you think of a lycan hybrid woman as a maiden?

-Janet lee Oliver (my oc)

Karl Heisenberg: Until now I didn't know Lycans could maintain any complex brain function... interesting. I'm willing if you're prepared for some liiight *grinds two of his fingers together for emphasis* human experimentation. Not to mention my bed smells more and more like that fish-freak's Mirander body-pillow ever day.

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Alcina Dimitrescu: Whatever my opinions may be House Dimitrescu does have standards to uphold, as I can only hope you know. Although I wonder what a Lycan-based Pinot Noir would taste like... hmmm.

[ereardon]

My Girl [Chapter 4][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife? 

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 5.3K

Warning: Age gap, cursing, smut, mention of death

Series masterlist here

It had been ages since you’d had a nightmare. Not since law school, maybe. Or the night before the Bar Exam. 

You still had yet to go inside of Jake’s house. He was waiting for a day when Ellie wasn’t around, or for once you had met her. You respected that it was her home and space and you didn’t want to invade that.

In the dream, the door was open and you walked right in. Every inch of wall space was covered by pictures of Jake and a woman with perfect skin, pearly white teeth, shiny hair. He looked happy in the photos. 

Happier than he had ever been with you. 

The further you walked into the house, the more the hallways stretched out and narrowed, never ending, like mirror walls of a fun house at a carnival. Sweat started to prick at the base of your neck, between your breasts, under your arms. The lighting dimmed the longer you stayed in the house until you were squinting with each step. But somehow, the photographs were bright without any background lighting. You could perfectly see Jake’s wife smiling out at you. If you looked closely, her eyes followed you as you continued, like the Mona Lisa. 

Finally, the hallway came to an end and you saw a lone figure sitting at a table, their back to you. You reached out a manicured hand to their shoulder and they turned. 

It was Jake’s wife. 

She smiled and for a moment you were still from shock. But when you tried to move, you were frozen in place. She stood up, towering over you. 

“Do you think you’ll ever be enough?” she asked quietly, her voice slicing through the air, the words dribbling down your own throat and making a home for themselves inside of you. You felt cold, and breathless. Her voice was calm. “For him? For her?”

And then you woke up. 

***

“All the files should be on my desk,” you said into the phone, pacing in front of an airport Starbucks. “ICID, that Blackstone acquisition company, the Singapore trust. They’re all there.” 

“I’m all over it,” Rebecca said and you could hear her nails clicking on her keyboard as she spoke. “Go enjoy your long weekend with your super hot boyfriend. And remember that I’m jealous and I like Pinot Noir.” 

You laughed and spotted Jake standing patiently with the bags. “Got it. Alright, if anything urgent happens just text me.” 

“It will and I won’t,” she replied.

You chuckled and ended the call, crossing the walkway area to Jake and touching his bicep lightly. “Sorry about that. You ready?” 

He smiled softly and for the hundredth time you looked back in awe of how casually beautiful he was. “Everything good at work?” 

You sighed and grabbed the suitcase from him, falling into step as you headed for your gate. “It’s chaotic, but to be expected. Becks will hold down the fort while I’m gone. Well, her and the rest of the team, but she’s the one I trust the most.” 

Jake nodded and readjusted his grip on his shoulder bag. You hadn’t pegged him for a leather messenger type of guy, but he pulled it off so easily you didn’t blink an eye. “You deserve a weekend away.” 

“I am so excited,” you replied and he gave you a brilliant grin. “I’ve never been to Napa before.” 

“You’re going to love it,” Jake murmured into your hair as he bent down to kiss your temple. 

Jake was right. You loved northern California. 

You had spent so much time in San Diego, with its blistering sun and ridiculously tanned men in swim trunks at the grocery store that Napa was a significant change of pace. 

Jake had booked tickets to the local airport and had a car waiting when you got off, directly on the tarmac. He looked relaxed behind the wheel of the Mercedes convertible sedan as the two of you whipped down quiet streets before pulling up to a gated resort. 

And even though it hadn’t been discussed beforehand, it was pretty obvious what the weekend meant. It wasn’t just your first trip away together, or your first time in wine country. 

It was very apparent the moment Jake slid the room key and opened the door to reveal the hotel suite and you walked in to see the massive king bed in the center of the room, staring back at you. 

Jake settled both suitcases against the wall, and dropped his bag, holding his hand out for your purse. Once he locked the door, he wrapped his arms around you from behind where you stood at the massive floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the vineyard below. You leaned your head back against his broad chest, breathed in his comforting scent, felt his warm hands press softly against your stomach as he nuzzled your neck. 

“I’m so happy we’re doing this,” he whispered into your neck before his lips glued themselves to your skin and you nearly forgot how to breathe, the desperate need to feel him all over you taking over the one brain cell your entire body had decided to share at that moment. 

You turned around and threaded your fingers into his golden hair, watched his eyes linger on your lips as your hips shifted forward to meet his and you felt him, hard, against your pelvis. Jake let out a small whimper as you swiveled your hips from side to side, the fabric of your jeans skimming across his chinos. “Me too,” you said quietly, looking up at him with a shy smile. 

Jake growled, one hand pressed tightly against your lower back, the other cupping your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. It was deep and warm, Jake’s tongue pushing into your mouth. There was an air of desperation, and when he pulled away you felt like panting. 

“Shit,” he muttered quietly, running one hand through his hair. “We gotta get out of this room or else I’m never going to take my hands off of you.” 

“What if I don’t want you to take your hands off of me,” you whispered and he groaned. 

“Honey, you’re killing me. I want that, trust me. But you deserve the full Napa experience. Which starts with an amazing dinner in,” he looked down at his watch, “thirty minutes. So we should get ready.” 

You nodded, bending over to unzip the suitcase and behind you Jake groaned again, causing you to laugh. “Look away!” 

He tossed his hands up in the air. “Alright, alright. I’m going to take a quick shower. Saves me from the unbearableness of seeing you strip down to change.” 

You gave him a smirk and he padded off to the bathroom. When he emerged ten minutes later, you slid past him carrying a dress and heels and a makeup bag. Jake’s fingers grazed your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Holy shit,” Jake said, standing up from where he had been lounging on the edge of the bed, as you exited the large bathroom. “You look phenomenal.” 

Giving him a smile, you turned around. “Can you zip me up please?” 

Jake stepped forward, fingers coming out to grip the zipper of your green satin dress, pulling it up slowly, cinching in the tight fabric to your curves. You spun around, Jake’s eyes sliding over your body from your head, past the plunging dress neckline, down to your Jimmy Choo heels. 

“Well?” You asked. 

He shook his head. “No words.” 

You laughed, reaching down for your clutch and then out for his hand. “Come on, then. I’m starving.” 

He was perfect. So perfect, you wanted to look for red flags but you couldn’t find any. 

Not when he wordlessly switched your entrees because he could tell you liked his more. Not when he ordered four desserts because you couldn’t choose. Not when you went to use the bathroom and he stood up politely as you left the table, something you had only ever seen gentlemen do in black and white movies. 

There was nothing wrong with Jake as his warm fingers dug into your lower back guiding you into the car. Or when his lips brushed yours for a moment as he pinned you against the wall of the hotel archway near the side entrance as you walked up to your room. 

It took everything in your power not to moan as he dipped his head and pressed his lips to the delicate skin beneath your ear, one hand curving around to grab your ass. 

Jake pushed open the door to the hotel suite and gave you a soft smile. 

You tossed your purse onto the heap of open luggage, noting that Jake’s pieces were carefully packed up while yours were strewn about. You wondered if that bothered him. 

Sitting down on the desk chair, you pulled off your heels and set them gently next to Jake’s sneakers from earlier. He crossed the room and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking out of place. You could tell the wheels were churning in his head. 

“Jake?” Your voice was light and his ears perked up. “Are you OK?” 

He nodded. Part of you expected him to take a seat but he simply stood in the middle of the room, exuding a nervous energy. “Yeah, sweetheart, I am.” 

You shook your head, standing up and running your hands down his arms, knotting your fingers together before looking up at his handsome face. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?” 

He nodded again and you gave him a small smile. 

“That’s OK. We can take it slow. Watch a movie if you want. Or maybe you can read to me from that boring book you brought.”

That made him laugh. You had jokingly mocked the tome he had opened up on the hour and a half flight, a literal Dickens novel. Jake let your fingers slide from his, reaching up and pushing the hair from your face. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “So absolutely beautiful.” 

You pushed him lightly backwards until his knees hit the bed and he sat. You slotted in between his legs, and felt Jake’s hands come to your waist. Running your fingers through his hair, you bent down and whispered in his ear. “Unzip me please.” And then you spun around, pulled your curled hair out of the way and let Jake undo the zipper. When you turned back around, you pulled each strap down slowly, shimmying it over your hips and stepping out of the dress to reveal a lacy black bra and matching thong. Jake let out an audible grunt and he leaned forward automatically, grabbing your sides and pressing a kiss to the inch of abdomen above your underwear line. 

Jake pulled you onto his lap, straddling him, and you felt how hard he was already as you pushed down against him. His lips were all over your collarbone and neck, and you tossed your head back, basking in how good it felt to be touched by him. Jake nudged the strap of your bra down on one side, freeing your breast and taking it in his mouth, sucking hard which caused you to moan, wetness pooling between your legs. His tongue flicked you over and over, the other hand grabbing your covered breast. 

Before you realized it, he had undone the clasp of your bra and tossed it across the floor, alternating kisses across your chest, hands warm on your bare back as he pulled you in closer. “Jake,” you gasped against him and he pulled away, looking up at you. His eyes were feverish. Darkened with lust, his lips plump, that small degree of stubble burning your skin in the most unbelievably filthy way. “Please, I need you.” 

Your fingers tugged at his shirt, undoing the buttons clumsily and he reached out to help, pulling his shirt off seamlessly to reveal his toned, golden abdomen. You rolled off him and onto the bed and watched as he stood, taking off his pants leaving just a pair of tight black boxer briefs. Even though you had seen him naked from the waist down before, his size, even covered by the briefs, made your eyes boggle. 

Jake climbed up to where you laid on the bed, skimmed a hand lightly down your side, making you shiver. He leaned down and pressed his lips to just above your belly button, one hand flattened against your hip. 

“Can I?” He whispered quietly and you looked down, unable to hear him clearly. 

“What?” 

“Can I eat you out?” He asked and you saw a blush creep onto his cheeks. It was so endearing from someone so attractive, his eagerness to please, his ability to embarrass. 

“God, yes,” you muttered and in an instant, he was between your legs, pulling your panties off, leaving sloppy kisses up your thighs from your knees until you felt him wedge your legs apart. For a moment, he was silent, immobile. You looked down to see him staring at you, and when he raised his eyes to yours, you swear you saw a twinkle. 

And then he leaned down and licked a pathway up your seam up to your clit and you had to stop yourself from crying out. Jake was on a mission between your legs and you had the fleeting thought that he must be very good at his real job if he was this detail oriented and thorough in bed. He needed zero instruction. Your back arched off the bed as he swirled his tongue over your clit, one thick finger probing at your entrance before slowly pushing in. It was a tight fit, and you heard him choke out a pained, “Fuck,” as you whimpered while he slowly pressed inside of you. “Yes, baby,” he murmured, “taking it so well. You’re such a good girl for me.” 

You couldn’t stop the moans as he began to pump his finger expertly inside of you, curling the tip up just right as his tongue parted your folds and circled your clit. Jake added another finger, slowly, and you winced at the pain, but your hips bucked up against his face, practically begging for more. “God, Jake, yes, just like that,” you screamed as he pumped faster, the wet sloppy sounds of your desperation filling the room. Jake’s other hand held your hips down as your breath caught in your throat, white spots forming in your vision. 

“Please, baby girl,” he muttered against your core. “Cum for me.” 

That was all you needed to break around his fingers and across his mouth, a strangled cry ripped from your throat, your hips pressed up as Jake pumped his fingers diligently, tongue flicking against your swollen clit as you rode out your orgasm until it was too much, too sensitive, and he pulled away. His lips glistened and he wiped them before sitting on his knees between your legs, a small wet patch forming on his boxers where he was leaking precum, cock impossibly hard and straining against the fabric. Jake’s hands were warm on your legs, and he looked up. 

“Are you OK?” he asked delicately and you nodded, chest heaving. “Your legs are shaking.” 

You chuckled. “Stop bragging.” 

He laughed and stroked his fingers down your thighs a few times, reassuringly. “But you’re alright?” he asked again and this time there was a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. 

“Jake,” you said quietly. “You’re amazing. Don’t worry about me, OK? I’m having a great time. Now come here.” 

You held out your arms and Jake laid down next to you, his arm heavy across your chest. You reached out to kiss his lips, tasting yourself on him, one hand trailing down to touch him. He was hard, and he hissed when your fingers stroked him over the boxers. 

“Take these off,” you murmured. He hooked a finger underneath the waistband of the underwear and pulled them down, freeing his cock and you could feel the hard, wet tip as it rubbed against your hip. “Tell me what you want, baby.” 

“Want you,” he muttered against your shoulder, lips kissing across your skin. 

“You have me,” you replied softly. Jake looked up, eyes dark and searching yours. 

“I brought condoms if we want to use them.” 

You nodded. “I got tested since my last partner, and I’m on the pill, but it’s up to you. I trust you.” 

“Well you know my history,” he said quietly. 

“I’m OK with it if you are,” you said. “I’d like to feel you.” 

Jake grunted and you felt him roll on top of you, hands spread across your hip bones, one thumb grazing over your still swollen clit. You drew in a sharp breath and Jake grabbed his cock with one hand, pumping himself slowly as he looked down. 

“Please, baby,” you whined below him. “Need you now.” 

Jake slid the tip through your wet folds, moaning at the noise it made in the quiet room. You shifted, hiking your hips up in an angle, and felt the thick head of his cock push at your entrance. With a slow breath, Jake hitched forward, pushing himself inside. “Holy shit,” he groaned, inching deeper. He was thick and you hissed as he worked his way inside of you. “Fuck, Nat, you’re so tight. Feel so fucking good, Jesus.” 

Jake was a whining mess by the time he bottomed out inside of you, holding himself up by his forearms, his head dipped low into your shoulder. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, and he swore under his breath before starting to roll his hips into you, setting a brutal pace, leaving you gasping beneath him. Almost immediately he hit that spot inside of you that made your insides coil and you let out a string of moans as Jake continued to thrust. 

“God, I’m close,” he whispered, his voice ragged. “Where should I cum?” 

You tightened your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles over each other on his lower back. “Inside of me.” 

“Fuck.” Jake locked his eyes on yours, pushing himself up a little bit higher so he could watch as his thrusts made your breasts bounce. You felt his hips stutter a little, and knew his orgasm was approaching by the way he sloppily continued to fuck into you. “God, baby, yes, holy shit you feel so good, gonna make me cum.” 

“Please, Jake,” you moaned, head tilted to the side and you heard Jake cry out as he spilled inside of you, shallowly pumping three more times before collapsing against your chest, sweat dampening the edges of his hair near his forehead. Slowly, he pulled out and you winced. He got up and returned from the bathroom with a warm wet cloth, cleaning between your legs, before returning to the bed, pulling you into his arms. 

Your hand grabbed his neck as he reached down to kiss you. When you broke apart, you snuggled into Jake’s side, his arm slung around you, your hand on his chest, one leg tossed over his. “Doing OK, honey?” he asked. 

“I should be asking you that,” you said softly. “Are you OK? I know it’s the first time since…” You trailed off. 

Jake sucked in a deep breath. “It had to happen at some point. And I’m glad it was with you.” Jake looked down at you, one hand brushing over your hair softly. “You’re not a rebound, Natalie. I hope you know that. I’m serious about you.” 

Despite the fact that it was what you wanted to hear, there was still a part of you that balked at his words. Somewhere, deep down, you were worried about getting tied up in something so serious, so quickly. But you swallowed it down and simply kissed the smooth skin of his bare chest, tightened your grip on him. “I’m glad.” 

You fell asleep in Jake’s arms. He felt safer than anything you had ever known. 

***

“I’d like you to meet my friends,” Jake blurted out. You froze, phone sitting on speaker on the kitchen counter as you ate pickles straight out of the jar. 

“Um…”

“It’s Bob’s birthday tomorrow and we’re having a little party,” he added quickly and you heard that vulnerability creep into his voice again. “Nothing huge, just the team. They’re kind of my family now.” There was a lump in his throat, you could hear it even over the phone. “I’d really like for them to meet you.” 

“Of course,” you murmured, closing the pickle jar. “What time?” 

That’s how you found yourself standing on the doorstep of a small bungalow holding a birthday gift on Friday night. 

You had called Jake earlier to apologize that you’d be late. A last minute contract error had sent the team spiraling, and you only had enough time to rush home and change and grab the gift from where you had left it in the entryway and speed to the address Jake had texted you. 

You were still forty-five minutes late. 

Your hand shook as you reached out and rang the doorbell, smoothing down the off the shoulder top you wore with a pair of jeans and chunky heels. Jake hadn’t specified a dress code. 

The door swung open and a tall guy with a mustache answered. His mouth curved up into a smile. “Well hello there,” he drawled. “You must be Natalie.” 

You nodded and he stepped back, opening the door wider and letting you in. 

“Hangman wasn’t kidding,” he said as he shut the door. “You really are out of his league.” 

You chuckled. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

He held out a large hand for a shake. “Rooster, but you can call me Bradley.” 

“Bradley it is.” 

He gave you a dazzling smile. “Everyone’s out back with the birthday boy. Follow me.” 

Bradley led you down a narrow hallway toward the back of the house and as you entered the kitchen you could hear music playing outside. He slid open a pair of glass doors and called out into the yard where a small group was crowded around a few tables covered in food, string lights crossing low above the adjacent seating area. 

“Hangman, get your ass over here or I’m going to steal your girlfriend!” 

You laughed and watched Jake’s head swivel around from where he stood, a smile glued to his face as he dropped mid-conversation and quickly made his way toward you. He clapped Bradley on the shoulder. “Get your own girl, Bradshaw,” he said. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. “Hey honey.” 

“Where should I put this?” You held out the gift. Jake took it from you and placed it on a nearby table before putting his hand on your lower back. 

“I want to introduce you to everyone,” he said, nudging you forward toward the group. “Guys, this is Natalie.” 

You looked around. There was Bradley smirking into a beer bottle. A cute dirty blond with glasses, a beautiful brunette in a simple blue dress, a tall black guy with ridiculously chilled cheekbones, one shorter guy with a buzz cut, another taller one with a mustache, and a few others milling around behind the main group. “Hi,” you said softly, raising a hand, feeling a blush creep up on your neck. “So sorry I’m late.” 

The brunette gave you a once over before smiling. “I’m Phoenix, or Natasha, whatever you prefer.” 

You smiled, Jake’s hand still warm on your back. 

“I’m Coyote,” cheekbones said, stepping forward and kissing your cheek. 

“Payback,” said the other mustache, holding out a hand for a shake. 

“Fanboy.” Short buzzcut leaned forward and kissed your cheek as well. 

“And this is the birthday boy,” Bradley said, placing his hand firmly on the shoulder of the guy with glasses, who blushed. 

“Bob,” he said quietly and you stepped forward, giving him a hug. He put his arms around you awkwardly. 

“Happy Birthday, Bob,” you replied, pulling away. “So sorry I’m so late, and crashing your party.” 

He smiled softly and it was endearing. “No worries. Jake’s said a lot about you, we’re all very glad to have you here.”

“Oh you have, have you?” you murmured, looking up at Jake with a smirk. He smiled down at you. 

“Of course I have,” he replied. “Now that you’re introduced, let me get you a drink. Wine?” 

You nodded and he stepped away toward the house, edging open the sliding door. 

Turning back to the team, you watched their eyes land on you. They were friendly, but you knew what an attack position looked like. Jake was their person, and you were the outsider. 

“So, Natalie, Jake tells us you’re a lawyer,” Phoenix said. “How do you like it?” 

You shrugged. “Even lawyers hate lawyers.” That got a few laughs and you watched the group soften slightly. “But it’s not all that bad. Except for nights like tonight when I actually want to get somewhere on time but of course, something has to come up.” 

The team nodded. 

“Jake doesn’t talk about his job much,” you said. “Are you all pilots?”

“Aviators, ma’am,” Payback corrected. 

“Aviators,” you repeated. 

“Ignore him,” Fanboy rolled his eyes. “It’s the same thing.”

“Is not!”  

“We’re all at Top Gun together,” Phoenix added and from her tone you could tell she was a natural leader. “Have been for about six years now.”

“And you’re all instructors?”

The team shook their heads. “Jake’s the only instructor,” Phoenix said softly. “Been that way since Lizzie. He just couldn’t afford to leave Ellie alone for long periods of time, you know? This job, it’s not exactly family friendly.” 

There was something in the way they all looked when she said it. You could tell the impact of her death was still fresh to them. 

Jake emerged from the house and rejoined the group. You took the wine glass, thankful for the distraction. 

“Mind if I steal her for a minute?” he asked and the team murmured agreements, Jake’s hand already steering you toward a tree with string lights near the edge of the fence. “Thanks for coming,” he whispered. 

You leaned in for a kiss. “Thanks for inviting me. Sorry again that I’m late.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Jake replied, gazing over at the group. “They’re good people.”

“I can tell after five minutes that they care about you a lot,” you said. “I hope I don’t disappoint.” 

Jake turned to you, one hand coming out to stroke your cheek. “Honey, you could never disappoint. They’re going to love you.” 

As the night wore on, you got more comfortable. Jake held you in his lap as the team shared embarrassing stories from their years together. You laughed and clapped as Bob blew out the candles on his cake, Payback and Fanboy rushing to smush his face into the frosting much to his dismay. Everyone was nice and easy going, and you could see why Jake liked them so much. He was a more casual, confident version of himself around them. It felt like there were no secrets, that he could just be himself. 

It was dark, and Jake had gone inside to check on the babysitter with Ellie, leaving you sitting next to the fire pit. There was a warm hand on your shoulder, and then Bradley appeared off to the side. 

“Mind if I sit with you?” 

“Please.”

He took a seat next to you, his handsome face glowing near the fire. Despite only knowing him for a few hours, the moments of silence before Bradley spoke again were not uncomfortable. “Did Hangman ever tell you that he and I used to be enemies?”

“Oh really?” you asked. 

He chuckled. “That’s a strong word I guess. Maybe just say we didn’t get along. But yeah, we were kind of on the outs. And then there was a really big mission a few years back, right after Ellie was born.” Bradley took a sip of his drink before continuing. “One of those types of missions where we thought someone wasn’t coming home. And in the end, that someone was me.” 

He stopped talking and you saw the pain across his face. You couldn’t help yourself — you reached out and laid one hand on his where it sat on the armrest of his chair. 

“I was out of weapons with someone right on my ass. And for the first time, I seriously considered what it would be like to die.” 

Your thumb brushed across his hand gently before giving him a squeeze and pulling away. Bradley smiled softly. 

“They almost had me in lock, I saw the smoke from their guns headed toward me. And then there was Hangman. He came in from behind and took them out. Saved my life.” He looked up. “He risked everything to come out there and rescue me. Ellie was three weeks old at that point. He had so much to lose, way more than I did.” 

“He never told me,” you whispered softly, looking out at where you could faintly see Jake pacing on the phone inside the house. “But that sounds like Jake.”

Bradley nodded. “He’s different now. Becoming a dad made him like that.” There was a pause. “She made him like that.” You knew he was talking about Lizzie.

“What was she like?” you asked, and you regretted it the moment it slipped out of your mouth. Jake didn’t tell you much about Lizzie on purpose. They were his memories. His remembrances. It was his choice to share those with you. 

“Lizzie was great,” Bradley said softly. “Beautiful. Smart. Generous. Always let one of our drunk asses stay at their house when we got a little too loaded. She was the mother of our group, quite literally. She was good for him. He needed her.” He stopped and looked at you. “She needed him, too.” 

You nodded. “I know I’m young,” you murmured. “You guys probably think I’m too young for him. But I really care about Jake. A lot. He means something to me.” 

“Did he tell you I’m Ellie’s godfather?”

You shook your head. 

“He asked me a few weeks after that mission I told you about. It’s something I take pretty seriously. That little girl, she’s my world, too. She’s really something.” 

“The way he talks about her. She sounds magical.” Bradley’s face lit up. “I’m not a parent. But she is special. Makes me feel like I’m part of something that’s more than just myself.” 

The two of you were silent for a moment. Maybe it was the wine, or the darkness that existed outside of the immediate proximity to the fire. Perhaps it was the fact that Bradley seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn’t hold something against you. Either way, you opened your mouth. “I’m scared,” you said quietly. “That I’m not ready to be someone’s step mom. I don’t know anything about kids. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she doesn’t trust me? Or worse, what if he doesn’t trust me with her?” 

Bradley’s chocolatey eyes locked onto your own. “No one is going to replace her mom. All she needs is someone who loves her.” 

He paused and looked up. Jake was edging open the sliding door. Your time with Bradley was rapidly coming to a close. 

“That’s all he needs, too. Someone who loves him.” Bradley’s voice grew quiet. “Someone who is going to stick around.” 

A/N: Next chapter we'll get another Napa section (it was just getting too long!) and then we will FINALLY meet Ellie!

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Eight

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Eight: Can No One handle Anything with Some Amount of Sensibility?

Summary: God decides to try being a mortal. It becomes (Y/N)'s problem. Everything does.

            “Did the whole ‘united front’ talk with God not go well?” said (Y/N).

            Poor Lucifer groaned and poured himself a drink sullenly. (Y/N) suppressed a smile because it was mildly amusing to see Lucifer dealing with his father (because the pair had similar lack of communication and self-reflection).

            “He comes into my house, crying, and when Amenadiel go to actually talk to me, He’s acting like a plumber and saying He’s fine!” said Lucifer.

            After God had appeared in the penthouse crying, Lucifer had quickly gotten Him a drink and let Him explain that He felt like His powers were glitching. Fortunately, nothing more than the musical day went wrong that evening, and Lucifer made sure God got back to Amenadiel’s to rest before speaking to his brother about the issue. Now that the brothers had gone to talk to their father, it, evidently, hadn’t gone as planned.

            (That didn’t surprise (Y/N), though, since Lucifer’s family was notoriously bad at actually taking care of themselves).

            “A plumber?” repeated (Y/N).

            “So we don’t have a ‘flood,’ ” groaned Lucifer, and (Y/N) suppressed another smile. “And He doesn’t even have a reason for staying on Earth,” continued Lucifer. “He’s just here, fixing the plumbing so we don’t have a flood and making my soda dispenser give people Pinot Noir!”

            His phone vibrated, and he glanced at it. “And now I have work while my father is running around making miracles willy-nilly. Fantastic.” He pouted and looked at (Y/N). “Will you look after Him?”

            “I’m not babysitting God,” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer pouted. “Please?”

            “I have to work on my senior project for school,” said (Y/N). “Sorry, but I’ve got responsibilities, and you and I apparently have to be the ones to set a good example in this family.”

            Lucifer sighed, put down his drink, and pocketed his phone. “At least you’re sensible.”

            “Occasionally,” joked (Y/N), hugging Lucifer. “Bye, Dad.”

            “Will you come with me later to speak to my father?” said Lucifer. “Please?”

            “Me?” said (Y/N).

            “You’re more intimidating than me and Amenadiel,” said Lucifer.

            “How does that help with God?”

            Lucifer paused. “He also likes His grandchildren. The combination of serious and grandchild should be good.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I’ll go with you if you really want.”

            “You’re the best, darling,” said Lucifer, hugging (Y/N) before leaving.

            “I know!” chirped (Y/N).

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            After rubbing their hair with a towel to dry it, (Y/N) tossed it into their laundry hamper for later. They looked in the mirror and considered their outfit. For the first time since the Apocalypse, they weren’t wearing long sleeves. They had on just a red t-shirt and black pants, simple so they could focus on their work, and their black marks were on full display. (Y/N) smiled. Lucifer was right. They were artistic.

            Satisfied and not anxious, (Y/N) left the bathroom and headed into their room to grab their jewelry. They picked up their red feather necklace, grabbed some gold earrings, and frowned.

            Where’s my red jasper necklace?

            They wore it every day since Lucifer gave it to them, and it wasn’t in their jewelry box. (Y/N) left their room to look around. They may have taken it off last night and left it in the living room instead of bringing it back to their room.

            “Oh, uh, hi, God,” said (Y/N), stopping in confusion as they found God standing in the living room.

            “Good morning, (Y/N)!” said God. “And I told you to call me Grandpa.”

            “…Right,” said (Y/N), still a bit too weirded out about this being God saying it to actually call Him that.

            “Are you looking for this?” said God, smiling and holding up (Y/N)’s red jasper necklace. “I found it in here and thought it was yours.”

            “Yes, thank you,” said (Y/N), taking it from Him and putting it on. They blinked. It felt a bit warm around their neck.

            “How are you?” said God. He smiled at the marks showing on (Y/N)’s arms. “I trust you’re feeling better.”

            “A bit, yeah,” said (Y/N), smiling a little. They paused. “And…yesterday was fun.”

            “Was it?” God smiled wider.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N). “I mean, I don’t need a musical existence everyday—I’m so sore right now from dancing—but it was fun.”

            “I’m glad,” said God.

            “But you didn’t really mean for it to happen,” said (Y/N) slowly, broaching the topic. Yes, they had said they’d talk with God later with Lucifer, but He was here now, so (Y/N) might as well learn whatever they could. I am the resident Celestial-bullshit handler.

            God hesitated. “Not all of it, no.” He smiled. “But I have handled the problem so that I can safely bond with my family without putting anyone in harm’s way.” He looked behind (Y/N) at the room dedicated to their work—covered in fabric at this point. “I would invite you to come with me, but I can see you’re busy.”

            “I am right now,” said (Y/N), smiling. “But maybe later?”

            God smiled. “I am sure I will see you. Have a good day, my dear. Take care of everything.” He patted their head, turned, and headed into the elevator.

            (Y/N) watched him go. Was that one of God’s mysterious ways?

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            “I’m proud of you, Birdie,” said Em, standing still a statue as (Y/N) circled her. They were a perfectionist, and they wanted the tailoring of the outfit they’d created to be perfect.

            “Don’t be proud of me yet, the collection isn’t finished,” said (Y/N) absently as they knelt and added a few stitches to the jacket Em wore.

            “Not about the fashion,” said Em.

            (Y/N) glared.

            “Because that’s obviously going to be great,” said Em, completely missing their partner’s ire. “I’m talking about your outfit.” They smiled. “You’re wearing short sleeves again.”

            (Y/N) paused, looked at their arms, and shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I was told it was artistic, so why would I hide it?”

            “The boss had one of his profound moments, huh?” said Em, grinning.

            “When he’s not trying, my dad’s pretty good at helping people,” said (Y/N). “It’s when he gets in his head that he gets it all tangled up.”

            Em laughed and then yelped. “Ow!”

            “I told you not to move,” said (Y/N), stitching Em’s pants up with a sharp needle.

            “You’re so mean,” pouted Em.

            (Y/N) stood and pecked Em on the lips. “There, feel better?”

            Em grinned. “Another kiss would help.”

            (Y/N) smiled and kissed Em again.

            “How do you not remember?!”

            (Y/N) and Em groaned as they heard Lucifer’s angry voice.

            “I’ll go check what the newest Celestial bullshit development is,” said (Y/N). “You can change back into your clothes.”

            “Good luck with whatever’s going on,” said Em.

            “God’s powers were glitching, so it’s not like things can get worse,” said (Y/N), shrugging as they walked out of the room.

            “Don’t jinx it!” chirped Em as she closed the door.

            (Y/N) walked into the living room to find Lucifer, once again, pouring himself a drink. He was really being pushed to the brink. “What’s going on now?” They watched God take a long drink of His own and blink as if He was actually affected by the alcohol. “…That’s weird.”

            “My father had the brilliant idea that to understand me He needed to try being human!” said Lucifer, exasperated and exhausted.

            “I want to experience the true range of human experience on Earth,” said God, pleased with Himself.

            “God can make Himself human?” said (Y/N). “How is that possible?”

            “I’m God. I can do anything.” God pleased. “Well, not right now.”

            “Of course not right now, you lost your powers!” said Lucifer.

            “I can get them back,” said God.

            “This is so weird,” sighed (Y/N).

            “It gets worse,” said Lucifer. “He lost whatever He put His powers in. He misplaced the powers of the Almighty.”

            “Huh.” (Y/N) processed that. “That’s a problem. Not good.”

            “Not good at all!” said Lucifer. He stared at God. “You had your drink. Now, focus. Where are your powers?”

            “I really don’t remember,” said God apologetically. “But I’m sure I left them somewhere.”

            “If you don’t remember where they are, how can you be sure that they’re safe?” said Lucifer.

            “I know that they’re safe,” said God firmly.

            “But what if something happens to them?” said Lucifer. “What if something happens to you? Does the universe collapse into nothingness, destroying everything and everyone I care about?”

            “I doubt that. That’s my purview,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            “Your face, Lucifer,” said God slowly, just staring. “The one you used in Hell. In person, it really is quite intense.”

            “You saw his Devil face?” said (Y/N).

            “He nearly got Himself killed by drug dealers, so I had to step in,” grumbled Lucifer. “But I can’t believe He’s critiquing the way I looked saving His life.”

            “Why did you choose that face?” asked God. He paused. “Deep down, that face is how you see yourself.”

            (Y/N) blinked and looked at Lucifer worriedly. His self-esteem was a sensitive topic.

            Ding!

            The elevator door opened.

            Oh, great, more trouble, thought (Y/N), because what else could it be?

            Trixie walked out.

            “What are you doing here?” said Em, stepping into the room and looking between God, Trixie, Lucifer, and (Y/N). It was an odd group.

            “I told my dad I was going to my friend’s house,” said Em.

            “I’m afraid we’re all a bit busy right now,” said Lucifer.

            “I lied, dummy.” She wound up and kicked Lucifer in the shin.

            Can no one handle anything with some amount of sensibility?

            Lucifer stared. “What on Earth was that for?”

            “I looked inside my heart like Dr. Linda said, and here’s what I realize,” said Trixie, pleased with herself. “Your hair is stupid, and your jokes are immature, and what kind of person puts a bar that big in their house?”

            “My hair is majestic, and you know it,” said Lucifer.

            “Grown-ups are supposed to be responsible!” said Trixie.

            “Oh, are they?” grumbled Lucifer. “Well—”

            “Everyone relax,” said (Y/N), stepping forward. “Trixie, let’s get you back home.”

            Trixie folded her arms. “I’m not done yelling at him.”

            “He’s getting yelled at plenty by other people, I assure you,” said (Y/N). “And right now he’s dealing with a problem, so let’s let him suffer in peace, shall we?”

            Trixie paused. “Fine.”

            “Good,” said (Y/N). They looked at Lucifer. “Find the thing.”

            Lucifer waved a hand at God, who was closing his eyes sleepily. “I’m trying!”

            Oh, boy.

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            (Y/N) and Trixie walked across the streets of LA in silence until (Y/N) looked down at the younger girl.

            “Okay, what’s going on?” said (Y/N).

            “What do you mean?” said Trixie stubbornly.

            “Why are you so angry at my dad?” said (Y/N). “Usually I know what he’s done, but this time it’s a mystery.”

            “He went to Florida for months without saying goodbye, he just does whatever he wants, and he…he hurts my mom’s feelings,” said Trixie, grumbling. She glanced at (Y/N). “Aren’t you mad at him? My mom…I remember hearing her talking to Maze about you being sad. He left you alone. Why aren’t you mad?”

            (Y/N) pursed their lips. “I was mad for a long time,” they admitted. “I shouted at him, I pushed him away, I hurt his feelings. Because what he did really hurt me.” They glanced at Trixie. “Like it hurt Chloe.”

            “But you forgave him,” said Trixie.

            “I did,” said (Y/N). “Because my dad was trying to do the right thing for me and messed up.” They chuckled. “You said grown-ups are supposed to be responsible, but they’re really just kids in bigger, taller bodies. Most of the time, they can be idiots. They make mistakes.”

            “…Did he apologize?” said Trixie.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding. “He did. And more importantly, he makes sure to take care of me. He didn’t just say he was sorry; he acts like he is. He wants to do better, and he is. I wouldn’t have forgiven him if he didn’t.”

            Trixie frowned as they kept walking. “Do you think he’s apologized to my mom?”

            “Oh, yeah,” said (Y/N). They grinned conspiratorially. “He really likes Chloe, so he’s definitely apologized. And even if he’s made another mistake, he’ll make it up to her. They’re going to be okay.” They looked down at Trixie. “Are you okay with them?”

            Trixie nodded. “I like Lucifer. We’re friends. I just didn’t want him hurting my mom.”

            “Your mom’s lucky to have you,” said (Y/N).

            “Lucifer is lucky to have you,” responded Trixie. “You keep him out of trouble. Sorry for kicking him.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “He’s had worse.” They winked. “And you don’t need to apologize to me or him about it. He probably deserves it.”

            Trixie laughed as they walked up the drive to Dan’s house. “Thanks for helping me.”

            “No problem, Trixie,” said (Y/N). “The two of us are a team, keeping our parents safe and in line.”

            Trixie brightened. “A team?”

            “A team,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “Awesome,” said Trixie, grinning. She walked up to the door, turned back, and waved. “Bye, (Y/N)!”

            “Bye, Trixie,” said (Y/N). They made sure she closed the door and was in safely before checking their phone for the time. They hummed. I’ve already resolved one of our two problems of today, and it’s not even 2. I’m on a roll.

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            “Where is my dad? And God?” said (Y/N), reentering the penthouse.

            “They went out looking for God’s powers,” said Em. “I offered to help, but Lucifer asked me to wait here to tell you.”

            “He does know I own a phone, right?” said (Y/N).

            “He just wants you to not be out and about while God’s powers could be picked up by anyone,” said Em. “He’s protective.”

            “Mm, unfortunately,” said (Y/N). They sighed. “That also means I can’t procrastinate. I’m going to get back to work.”

            “Good luck!” said Em as (Y/N) headed back into their workroom.

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            “You seriously have no idea?” said Lucifer. “Nothing, no clue, nada? No inkling?”

            “Son, I do not know where I left my powers. All I know is that they are safe,” said God.

            “Father, I have to say that I agree with Lucifer. This is irresponsible. We need to find your powers before someone finds them,” said Amenadiel.

            “No, no, they’re safe,” said God. “I’m sure of that.”

            “Father,” sighed Amenadiel. “Earth isn’t safe. If someone found your powers, they could hurt themselves or others.”

            God looked at Amenadiel. “My son, I would not leave my powers somewhere or with someone if there was a chance they would to be used for harm.”

            Amenadiel fought not to sigh. “Alright, let’s think things through. What places does Dad know?”

            “Food stores,” said Lucifer. “Not helpful.”

            “Okay, then, if you were to give up your powers for the day, what would you do with them?” said Amenadiel.

            “I don’t want people to have to bear my power and frighten people off as the devil, so I wouldn’t leave it with anyone,” said Lucifer.

            “Fine, bad example,” said Amenadiel.

            “What would you do? Perfect older brother should be a good example of what our dear Father would do,” said Lucifer.

            “Children,” sighed God.

            “I’d put it with someone I trusted, like family,” said Amenadiel. “I’d know they wouldn’t use my power for harm and would keep it safe.”

            God paused. “Oh.”

            Lucifer and Amenadiel looked at Him. “What?”

            God smiled. “I remember where I left it.”

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            “(Y/N).” Em leaned into the workroom.

            “Yeah?” said (Y/N) absently, staring at two different fabrics barely a shade different.

            “God is here with Amenadiel and Lucifer. He wants to talk to you,” said Em.

            (Y/N) frowned in confusion but came out of the room. “What is it?”

            “I remembered where I put my powers,” said God. He held out a hand. “Could I borrow your red jasper necklace?”

            (Y/N) tilted their head but undid the clasp and held it out to Him. He took it and held the stone in His hand. God took a deep breath, and a chime sounded. It echoed around the room, and a golden glow emerged from the red jasper. It flew up and around God, holy and bright. When it faded, everyone stared. God smiled and gave the necklace back to (Y/N).

            “Thank you for keeping it safe,” said God.

            Amenadiel looked at Lucifer, who was dumbfounded. “At least (Y/N) is responsible.”

            “Oh, great, so I was just walking around with God’s power for the whole day,” said (Y/N), still just staring at the necklace in their hand.

            “I knew that you could take care of it,” said God. He smiled. “You wouldn’t use power for your own gain, would you?”

            (Y/N) blinked. “No.” They helped people and protected their family and friends. They didn’t need or want power for themself.

            “You can’t just hand your powers to my kid and not tell them,” spluttered Lucifer. “What if it had exploded? What if they had gotten hurt?”

            God held up a hand. “We need to talk.” His voice had grown somber, and Amenadiel and Lucifer exchanged a confused look.

            God sat down, and, sensing the seriousness of the occasion, everyone else in the room sat down.

            “Lucifer was right,” said God, a soft smile on His face.

            “Twice in one millennium,” said Lucifer. “Will wonders never cease?”

            “It’s not just the music,” said God. “Or the fact that I misplaced my powers.” He laced His fingers, and His eyes took on a slightly melancholy expression. “The truth is…I’ve been slipping for quite a while. For longer than I’d like to admit.” He smiled again. “I guess you get your denial from your father.”

            “What denial?” Lucifer pretended to act innocent before smiling. “Kidding.” It seemed he and God had some sort of breakthrough in their fraught relationship. “Mostly.”

            “Now, let’s just keep this between the five of us, for now. Shall we?” said God.

            “What are you saying?” asked (Y/N).

            “I think it’s time,” said God.

            “Time for what?” said Lucifer.

            “Time for me to retire,” said God.

            …God can retire? That was a development.

            (Y/N), Lucifer, and Amenadiel all looked at each other. They looked at God to say something, anything to that statement, and He was gone.

            Unbelievable.

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15 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary. 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Chapter Summary. Lucy’s birthday looms near and Frankie isn’t able to make it. So she makes it up to her before she leaves. Luckily, Bradley has some plans in mind and he holds out hope that in time Lucy will reveal more about her complicated family.

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Keywords/Warnings: Romance, angst, BFF times

15 | Seashell by the Seashore 🐚

September 18, 2023

“Tanti auguri a, tetanti auguri a. Tetanti auguri a Luciaaaa.... Tanti auguri a te!ˮ

Lucy and Francesca clapped side by side, sitting together under the shade of a large parasol buried in the sand, sitting on a fitted sheet to keep the sand at bay, and enjoying the view of the sea in the mild San Diego afternoon. Francesca had baked them a lovely, little red velvet cake with buttercream frosting and they began to pick it apart with a fork, paired with some glasses of Pinot Noir.

“Iʼm sorry that I canʼt make it on your actual birthday,ˮ Frankie frowned.

“Whatʼre you talking about?ˮ Lucy smiled. “Today is my birthday. Today, I am 26 for you, my friend.ˮ

They laughed lightly, glasses clinking.

“How old is Bradley, again?ˮ Francesca hummed.

“40,ˮ Lucy replied casually. “Quite the age gap, eh?ˮ

“It is, but whenever I look at both of you I canʼt decide whether youʼre older than you look or heʼs younger than he seems!ˮ

“Thank you,ˮ Lucy chuckled.

A brief quiet ensued as they both had a bite of cake.

“Have you told him? About your mom?ˮ Francesca asked her quietly.

“Yeah,ˮ Lucy smiled. “Squeezed a few tears out of me... but I got it out in the open eventually.ˮ

“And Ford? Did you tell him about the letters and about Maveri—“

“No,ˮ she sighed deeply. “Not yet... not yet. Frankie, I really donʼt want to tal—“

“Lucia,ˮ Francesca said firmly. “I respect your privacy and your autonomy. You have a right to both. But my friend, your fatal flaw is your own isolation — you lie and push people away because youʼre afraid—“

“Frankie—“

“Youʼre afraid that if they got to know the person you really are theyʼll leave and theyʼll take all of their love with them.ˮ

Francesca Agosti was no academic marvel. She did not have any educational qualifications to become a curator and a painter. She flunked out of the fancy private college her father paid for. But she was a great scholar when it comes to the matters of the heart. She and Lucy share the trait of being insightful. While Lucy applies it towards interacting with whales, Francesca puts it on a canvas. That, is what makes her a passionate artist.

“Whatever happened to Ford was not your punishment of the matters you last exchanged,ˮ Francesca held her hand. “What happened to your mom is something out of your control. What happened to you — to wild Lucy — shouldnʼt have had to change.ˮ

“But Bradley—“

“Bradley Bradshaw is a good man,ˮ Francesca enveloped her weeping friend into her arms lovingly. “That man is absolutely in love with you, Lucia. I can see it in his eyes.ˮ

“I-In love?ˮ Lucy stuttered. “With me?ˮ

“With you,ˮ Francesca tucked her stray hairs behind her ears. “Forgive yourself Lucia,ˮ she smiled kindly. “Let him love you.ˮ

“Okay,ˮ Lucy whispered.

“I have something for you,ˮ Francesca pulled her tote bag towards her and retrieved a medium-sized box decorated with iridescent swirls and a white bow. She handed it to Lucy.

It was heavy in Lucyʼs lap, and whatever it was it thudded against the corners as she shook it gently. She undid the bow and opened the lid. Wrapped in pale tissue, was a magnificent conch shell. It was a foot in size with a large flaring lip. It had a pretty, consistent pale peach color all throughout with a vibrant pink that emerged from its entrance. Its spines were elegantly curved and ethereal.

“Oh Frankie,ˮ she sighed. “Itʼs beautiful.. But I canʼt — there are only about 50,000 in the world and I donʼt know how you got this but if itʼs from a protected area —“

“Lucia stop,ˮ Francesca chuckled. “Remember Scala dei Turkei? I tripped on that a week before I came here. I had it checked out, thereʼs nothing in here and itʼs okay to keep...ˮ

“Thank you Frankie,ˮ she embraced her tightly. “For everything.ˮ

Just then, Lucyʼs phone rang and from just how she smiled as she picked it up, Francesca could tell just who it was on the other side…

“Yeah,ˮ Lucy chuckled looking at Francesca. “I think sheʼd like that.ˮ

“Iʼve only had a glass,ˮ she argued. “I can have a beer.ˮ

Francesca giggled. Lucy stood up, gesturing for the bathroom.

“We can always Uber, Bradley,ˮ she said into the phone as she went ahead and grabbed her purse.

“Okay, okay, if you insist.ˮ Lucy sighed as she sauntered away.

Francesca watched her from the distance, her mind drifting and finding itself to Robert Floyd. It was no secret that Francesca has had her fair share of lovers — some amorous, some stoic, some scandalous, and some just too square. But she never really met anyone who was quite like Robert Floyd.

“Looks like that went well,ˮ Bob smiled at her.

“It looks like that right now,ˮ she replied to him as she downed another Bellini. “But wait until the paper comes out tomorrow and Italyʼs most snobby pricks nitpick the failure of a daughter from a family gallerists.ˮ

They were walking the length of the restricted areas museum at night. Bob had her heels in his hand and his jacket on her shoulders. They found a tall glass door to a patio and just before they exited to meet with the view of the sea, they spotted two lovers, so engrossed with each other that neither of them felt the chilly air.

“Theyʼre really going at it,ˮ Bob chuckled as Bradley pulled Lucy closer to him. “Iʼve never seen Rooster like this.ˮ

“Neither have I with Lucia,ˮ Francesca remarked. “Come, I know some other place we can go.ˮ

They ended up in an empty gallery room in which Francesca powered a switch nearby and a floating, projected art exhibition illuminated the space. It was one of those instagram- worthy, art-interactive, locations that people loved to take pictures at.

“I think these kinds of exhibitions were made for clout,ˮ Bob said as-matter-of- factly.

“Definitely,ˮ Francesca drawled, her stance flailing. She sat down on one corner of the room and Bob followed suit, watching the lights scatter against the white walls.

“Youʼre not a failure, yʼknow?ˮ He told her. “History tells us that the critics arenʼt always right.ˮ

“Thatʼs true,ˮ Francesca nodded sleepily. “But those artists werenʼt children of my Father.ˮ

A beat.

“Artists donʼt please, they create.ˮ Bob told her. Francesca looked at him thoughtfully. The lights were hypnotic, the Bellini buzz was on its high, and his lips looked very lonely. She cupped his cheek and slowly drew him to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder gently.

“Itʼs late,ˮ he said. “Let me take you home.ˮ

Unbeknownst to Francesca whose face placed in her palms, Bradley had arrived in khaki uniform and walked up to their little patch of shade on the beach.

“You alright?ˮ He asked her. Francesca looked up.

“Oh yes...ˮ Francesca smiled. “Lucia just went to the bathroom. Sheʼll be back.ˮ

“Well I sure hope so,ˮ Bradley joked. “Iʼve had a whole thing planned for her birthday. I would hate for her to miss it... I hope she likes it.ˮ

“As long as itʼs from you, Iʼm sure sheʼll enjoy it.ˮ She replied.

“What did you get her?ˮ Bradley gestured towards the gift box. Francesca opened the lid.

“Only about 50,000 of those left. Are they from a—“

“No theyʼre not from a protected area,ˮ Francesca chuckled. “I stubbed my toe on that on an isolated beach in Italy. Had it checked out too. You listen to her...ˮ

“‘Course I do,ˮ Bradley tuck his aviators in his shirt as he ducked into the shade and sat beside her. “Sheʼs my girlfriend…”

“Iʼm going to take care of her you know,ˮ he told her after a moment of stillness, looking out to the water.

“I know you will... just be patient with her,ˮ Francesca sighed. “If thereʼs anything I can tell you, itʼs that Lucy comes from a family where... pushing down their feelings and hiding their problems is way to be strong. Itʼll be hard — getting Lucia out of her shell.ˮ

“Hey!ˮ Lucy arrived a few moments later in her white sunhat, she crawled into their enclosure, eyes lighting up at the sight of Bradley

“Hey Angel,ˮ he grinned handsomely as he kissed her cheek. “Ready for the Hard Deck?ˮ

“Is Bob going to be there?ˮ She smirked, a faint blush dusting Francescaʼs cheek.

“You told him?!ˮ She exclaimed. “Lucia!ˮ

“He did, actually.ˮ Bradley answered, winking. “Looks the right one finally came your way.ˮ

New ship unlocked! 🔓💞🔑 Should I make a short spin-off series about these two new lovebirds after Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel? Well that’s a wrap for now! See you at 16 | Lucy’s Surprise!

[ivorybride]

Intro post!

Hello hello! You can call me Keith! I’m 16 and I mainly post Cookie Run atm!! You can find my other socials here!:

Tags I use! Feel free to ignore :3

my art - just a place where u can find art made by lil ol me :3

answered asks - for whatever questions I answer!

Cream Seraphim Cookie - my cookie run self insert!!

Pinot Noir Cookie - cookie run oc, Roguefort’s stereotypical evil sidekick guy with romantic tension

Petit Sirah Cookie - cookie run oc, Pinot Noir’s daughter

angelicivory - Longan Dragon Cookie x Cream Seraphim Cookie (self ship)

stolenrubies - Roguefort Cookie x Pinot Noir Cookie (oc x canon)

That’s all! Thank you so much for reading! <3333

[writingjourney]

Also, Secondo will behave with every adopted animal the way that all dads treat them

"Okay, amore, but you will have to take care of it. And keep it away from me"

And the next thing you see is him chilling with whatever pet you acquired, holding it gently in his lap (if it is small) or just let it lay beside him on any surface, buying it all of the expensive luxury food, care equipments, clothes (if it can wear it) and etc. His phone has more pictures of this said pet than his s/o and they tease him about it, while he pets "grumpily" his angelino

Oh absolutely!! He’s the grumpy pet dad 100%. I think he’s just well aware that pets are a lot of work and he’s a busy man, he also knows the pet needs him and he‘s a bit scared of such commitment initially.

I don’t share a lot about my OCs but Secondo and my OC Manon later adopt a cat called Pinot and it’s pretty much that. They visit the local shelters and it clicks with one cat especially and he reluctantly agrees to take her home. Later they’re besties of course, both a bit grumpy and wanting things to go their way haha

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🥓🍚🍒 (for any oc of your choosing!)

🍚 They have been invited for a dinner by someone close to them! Where are they going, what are they ordering, what are they drinking and what do they talk about?

Cleo is going to a bistro and ordering a flatbread margherita pizza with some pinot grigio! She'll def be talking about her family, any fashion items she's been into and the latest popular reality tv show

🥓 At what time does your oc eat breakfast?

Since Cleo has been on maternity leave she eats breakfast whenever she can

🍒 How often do they eat berries and other kinds of veggies?\

Probably daily since she eats them with her kids

ty!!!