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Ëâș. ïč antihero mercenary bf x top male reader. ïč .đč Ę
. . . i can't- f-fuck- please! !! đ :  antiheroÂ Ë mercenaryÂ Ë enigma character characterïč verse 781 alessio. ïč
a continuation ( and a redemption of the first one ) of the cockwarming ask by heart anon cw: cockwarming, brat taming, riding ( reader penetrating alessio )
ps: oh heart anon, I hope you can forgive me for messing up the last one and enjoys this one even more :,)) - Howl
âSit still. Alessio.â
A whine follows the command. Your boyfriendâs head falls back onto your shoulder, and breathes in deep before letting a groan rumble out of his throat. One you can only roll your eyes at, while you keep reading.
And hour.
Punished to sit on your cock for an hour, not allowed to do anything but keep it warm and snug inside of his pretty little ass.
Youâve joked enough about how his ass feels as though it hasnât taken you more than a few days in a row now. Heâs clenching away at you like heâs depending on it
âDid you see what I wrote last week? On biological warfare and how it affects. . .â Oh and you ramble on as he zones out. The slight pulse and twitch of your cock sends him into dizzy episodes that feel like electricity sparking down his spine and up.
Breath so heavy he sounds like a dog panting slowly. You assume drool is trickling down his chin without him even knowing by now. You feel the squeeze of his tight ass around you. It is tempting. You could reach down to his cock and begin pumping away, perhaps? Oh but it would ruin the fun.
Is it really so painful? To sit still while you do your little rambles and research for him? He agreed to sit here with you, so why is he not enjoying it some more? Having you inside of him should be enough to make him sit and spill a bit.
Oh, but you might as well give the poor man on top of you a little grind. For good measures, no?
So you do, hips grinding upwards, your balls smacking against his skin after an experimental thrust. It felt too good not to. . . Damn this man and his tight ass. You have to wait with spreading him across the desk until later.
Patience is virtue and the key to torture him a little longer after being a brat since yesterday. Teasing you about your newest project.
He wants to tease? Then let him have some of it back.
His hips move downwards immediately to meet the grind. Before they buck desperately to see if you will chase after him and pull a few more whines from him.
Large, olive skinned hands clench around the seat of the chair. A groan escaping his lips when you do indeed follow. But grab onto his hips to smack him back down on you and keep him still.
âFuck,â the hiss is music to your ears. Your eyes so full of lust that you do not display to him. However you are sure he can hear it just clear in the husky chuckle that manages past your lips.
âI told you to listen to me when I spoke. Now. Sit still.â
He lets out a cry of dismay, it is so unfair. Youâre fucking with the man whoâs libido rages on like a wildfire and you tell him to sit still and do nothing. This sort of punishment, it is too hard on him. Oh woes and tragedy!
âIf you want it, stop crying, and beg.â What malicious words to tell him. But what else does he do, other than comply.
âPlease, Please I beg of you to just start fucking me. I canât takethisanymoreâ a-anhgh cariñooooooo!â His eyes roll back at the moment bliss hits him. You fuck up into him, hitting all of the spots that he has been spilling tears and drool for you to pound.
You, on the other hand, get to put your little work frustrations out of him. He minds not, as long as he gets to feel the hard and fast pace of your cock moving up against his gummy walls he is happy. And in turn he squeezes the life out of you.
âFfffffffuuuuuuckkk. such a tight ass, thatâs it. câmon Arias. Take it.â
The pace itself sends you into a delirious state. Having felt his warmth around you so long made you realise just how good it feels to be moving around once more. Your hand gripping onto his hips to move him forwards to the desk. Leaving him bent over to take it all. Cock dripping with cum that soon spurts it instead as your hand comes to aid itâs weeping tip.
#ïč cupcake rush. ïč: alessio 781 đč Ę#male reader#monster boyfriend#monster smut#smut#teratophillia#monster fucker#monster x reader#mercenary x reader#oc x reader#immortal x reader#terato#original character x reader#x male reader#reader insert#monster oc#alessio 781#asterism
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Biologically no but I mean Minos is very much at fault for / played a part to a degree in the Minotaurs existence- if the man just fucking did as was asked and sacrificed the White Bull like he was supposed to do none of it would have happened.
Minotaur is not a species
The Minotaur was named that because he was the son of King Minos. Anyone with a bull head has to be named after their dad, like the Kyletaur or something.
#unrelated fact after he died King Minos became supreme judge of the underworld#but uhh yahhh#In latin it's Minostaurus- literally it's name tranlates as Bull of Minos#and I mean originally the word was a proper noun as there was only one of them (but now it often gets used as a noun for like a generic spe#also in Crete it was known as Asterion apparently#reading that did still make me chuckle I see the joke#just like sharing greek myth info
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I swear why are half the things i like/fandoms im in made of mostly younger people while the other half are mostly older people? what are the zoggin odds with that?
How it feels being 20 in a fandom with a bunch of 30-40 somethings.
VS how it feels being 20 in a fandom with a bunch of 14-17 somethings.
like am do i just have extremely odd luck with things i like or is this just what being 20 is like?
#I go browse homestuck twitter and find out an artist I like is turning 16. I go to warhammer twitter and see a meme poster I enjoy is almost#three times my age.#like how do you get a person to somehow feel too old to be in a one fandom yet too young to be in the another?#i know this sounds stupid but it happens every time i like something#world of warcraft has people who have been playing this game for as long as i have been alive#despite aging with the game minecraft is primarily youngsters#team fortress 2 is somehow both too young and too old a fanbase#i've long since reconciled with the fact pretty much everything i like is over a decade old but why cant i just like something with a ->#similar age base? like it would be nice to interact with people that like similar things i like on a consistent basis.#I don't want to buzz around my 2 friends ears trying to not talk too much about my interests. Don't get me wrong I love those two gits but-#its not like i can complain about those childish gits who kept blocking the good fishing nodes in world of warcraft#I cant share my homestuck art and make references to characters that they don't know#I like making references! references make up roughly 1/3rd my jokes! Heck they make up my zogging dialogue too!#HECK I SAY ZOG AND GIT BECAUSE I AM A BLOODY STUPID MIMIC! I'M NOT EVEN BRITISH I LIVE IN MASSACHUSETTS!#YET EVERY TIME I GET A NEW âmain interestâ OR WHATEVER I END UP TAKING IN ZOGGIN SPEECH PATTERNS FROM THE DANG THINGS!#I ONCE MUTTERED âmerdeâ WHEN THINGS WENT WRONG FOR LIKE OVER A YEAR BECAUSE SPY SAID IT AND ONLY STOPPED WHEN MY BILINGUAL AND FRENCH TAKIN#FATHER AND BROTHER RESPECTIVELY TOLD ME IT MEANT SHIT#I SAY âSLAPS ME ON THE KNEEâ AND âSUCKS ON ICEâ BECAUSE OF A MAIN INTEREST!#MY POSTURE GOT BETTER SOLELY BECAUSE I DID NOTHING BUT LEVEL A ZANDALARI HUNTER UNTIL LEVEL 120.#WHEN LAUGHING A MODERATE AMOUNT I DO THE /LOL ORC EMOTE. WHEN CHUCKLING I PUT MY HAND ON MY MOUTH LIKE SHIVER FROM SPLATOON BLOODY 3!!!#I HAVE BEEN UNINTENTIONALLY MIMICKING THINGS I LIKE FOR YEARS! I BOB MY HEAD AND WALK DIGITIGRADE BECAUSE I HEARD BIRDS/DINOSAURS DO IT TO-#BALANCE WHEN WALKING. AND THE ONLY REASON I SUCKED AT RUNNING WAS BECAUSE WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I WATCHED A SCENE OF ICE AGE WHERE SID WAS WAL#ING AND MIMICKED HOW HE WALKED FOOT -> FOOT INSTEAD OF HEEL -> TOE HEEL -> TOE#AND NOW I GUESS I'M JUST WAITING FOR WHAT ILL GET FROM HOMESTUCK HUH#ugh if you can't tell this is a midnight brainrot post. i may be awake and on my computer but this still has the energy of that kind of pos#saturday warhammer and the following wendys browsing for ya folks.#midnight brainrot#Man i needed to get those off my chest#not like anyone reads these midnight brainrot posts anyways#oh yeah gotta tag art and paint.net so i can easily find these drawings later if i need them
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Like You Mean It | H.S
summary: you're tired of only ever meeting trash men, but your best friend and roommate harry shows you that there are still good guys out there, and what it really means to be a giver.
word count: 5.3k
reading time: 22 min
content warning â ïž: housemate/bff!harry au, nonfamous!harry, friends to lovers, shitty men (not harry), smut, fluff, fingering, penetration (p in v), very light D/s dynamics (if you squint), softdom!harry, dirty talk, nicknames (baby, babe), very light degradation/humiliation kink (if you squint)
a/n:  i saw a text post that said âgirl donât text that man. make yourself cum and forget about him.â(solid advice lol) and then this happened. also not to be an astrology girlie but heâs an aquarius with libra placementsâŠ.this man is the perfect fwb.
âHarry, can I get a man's perspective on something?â you ask, turning to Harry next to you on the couch. You had begged Harry out of his room for a movie night as a ruse, but your nose had been buried deep in your phone the whole night. Re-reading and overanalyzing old text messages between you and the object of your anxiety.
You donât often go to Harry for help with men, but his advice on other areas of your life is always sound, and you respect his opinion.
âIf youâre asking me for help, heâs not worth your time.â He sighs, not looking away from the movie, hugging a pillow to his chest.Â
âIâm serious, I need your help.â you whine, tugging on his sleeve. He turns and looks at your dramatic pout, âPlease.âÂ
âAlright, Iâll bite.â He huffs. âWhat is it?âÂ
âAs a man, do you prefer texting or like a call? Or maybe FaceTime?â Â
Harry barks out a laugh at the ridiculous question, before looking over at you, and realizing your dead serious. He chews on his bottom lip for a moment, tossing his head back against the couch. âI mean Iâm more of a talker, and I like seeing who Iâm talking to, so I prefer FaceTime. But I guess it depends on the girl and how long Iâve been talking to them. What our situation is, and stuff. Which one of your boy toys are we talking about?â he asks.Â
âCameron.â you grimace.
Cameron is admittedly your least favorite of the boys on your roster, but your most tenured member. And the one Harry hates most. In the beginning you thought it could be something real. He was sweet and did a decent job at wooing you. That is until - in Harryâs eyes - he coerced you into a friends with benefits arrangement. Harry could tell that you liked him, and to see him treat you as terribly as he did, got Harryâs blood boiling. You deserved better, that much you both could understand. What Harry couldn't understand however was why you would even consider speaking to him again after the last time you were in contact. Â
Instead of saying what he truly thought, or giving you a hard time, he just pinched the space between his brow with an exasperated sigh.Â
âI know, I know,â you grumble.
âHow long has it been since youâve heard from him?âÂ
âA while. But he reached out recently and - âÂ
âI thought you were done with him.â he deadpans, eyes glued to yours.Â
âI was, but we got coffee last week and he apologized.âÂ
âCoffee?â Harry groans in disgust at the low effort. He pauses the movie, and turns to you, âDonât text him. Donât call him. Go back in there,â he says pointing down the hallway towards your room. âMake yourself come, and forget about him. For your sake and mine.âÂ
âHarry!â you laugh, hitting him with a throw pillow. Â
âYou think Iâm joking, but Iâm serious.â he concedes with a chuckle, âYou donât even like him.âÂ
âI like him enough.âÂ
âHeâs a terrible fuck.âÂ
âHeâŠgets the job done.â you defend voice cracking.Â
âEverytime he leaves, there's suddenly a consistent buzz coming from your bedroom.â He scoffs. You go to defend yourself with heat rising to your face. You stammer a bit but not quite getting words out before he continues, âIâm a grown man, I know what a vibrator sounds like.â He smirks, and you giggle covering your face.Â
âJesus.â you laugh, âLook, Iâve tried your way alreadyâŠand itâs not doing the trick.â you pout, âSo tell me, how pathetic would I be if I were to reach out to him.â
âI donât think youâd be pathetic, love.â he soothesÂ
âThen why are you so against me texting him?â Â
Because you deserve better! Why canât you see that? He thinks, These guys donât deserve you. If I were them Iâd -Â
âHarry?â you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts. Itâs in the glow of the television, and the small light on the side table that Harry is able to admire your adorable pout and curious eyes. Heâs always had a little crush on you throughout the entirety of your friendship. One he knew you could feel and was reciprocated. There were a few drunken confessions of your attraction for one another that were joked about the following morning. Then there was the holiday kiss . One New Year for âgood luckâ. But there was also a promise. A pinky promise, to never risk the friendship you had. To keep things platonic. It was a promise that was becoming more and more difficult for both of you to keep.Â
When you two agreed to move in under the same roof for economic reasons, you knew it would be an adjustment, with both of you having been living on your own for years. But you were excited. Living alone could get lonely and overwhelming. So having your best friend of years, under the same roof and splitting responsibilities felt like a huge weight lifted off of your shoulders.Â
But being in such close proximity meant that it was becoming harder to keep your promise. Especially when things just felt so domestic with the two of you. Cooking dinner together, movie nights, cuddling together on the couch. It was hard for both of you not to let your minds wander to a reality where you were more than just friends.Â
But you were friends, and as long as that boundary was there, there was nothing stopping either of you from being young, wild and free. So there were parties, and one night stands, and situationships. All in an attempt to distract you both from the truth. Because no matter how pretty the girls were that Harry brought home, no matter how sweet and kind they were. The only face he saw when they were splayed out in his bedâŠwas your.Â
And after a very awkward Sunday morning breakfast with one of your one night stands meeting Harry, you stopped bringing guys home all together. Opting for spending weekends away. A change Harry didnât like, and lectured you over. âItâs not safe. You donât know these guys. At least if you bring them here, Iâm here if you need me.â heâd argued. All that did was keep you from seeing anyone for a while. Which is how you ended up even considering talking to Camreon again.Â
âLookâ Harry finally says, turning his body towards you, âif youâre that sexually frustrated Iâll⊠help you out.âÂ
You tilt your head, letting out a nervous giggle, waiting for his real response. But it never comes, he justâŠsmirks at you.Â
âOh,â you whisper, heart beating against your ribs. âYouâre serious.â Harry nods, biting his lip. The offer wasâŠpromising, and the way Harry looked at you was intriguing. Youâd be lying if you said it didnât give you butterflies. That the last month or so things havenât felt different between you two, something less than romantic, but certainly more than platonic. It was messing with your head for sure. But you were friends. Regardless of how fit you thought he was, you didnât have the right to blow up your over decade long friendship just because you were horny. You clear your throat blinking up at him, shaking your head,âThanks for the offer, Har but -âÂ
âYeah noâŠyouâre right. Itâs - dumb idea.â He stammers, âI do think you just need to let off some steam, and then youâll forget about him.âÂ
âYeah. I guess.âÂ
He sees you deflate a bit at his words, and he realizes you didnât expect him to give up so easily. So he tries again a little more directly âAnd not to be that guy but Iâve been told Iâm pretty talented, and if making you come keeps you from making a repeated mistake then Iâll take one for the team.âÂ
âGee, thanks.â you scoff.Â
âI just mean. Youâre my friend, and Iâm trying to be a helping hand.â he says sweetly before the smirk returns, âAnd tongue.â He laughs, and you roll your eyes. âAnd on a serious note, youâre too special of a woman to have to deal with mediocre sex from a guy that clearly - and Iâm sorry to say - couldnât give two shits about your Love. If you need toâŠget your rocks off, why not with someone you trust? With someone that actually cares about you?â Harry says sweetly.Â
âReally?â you ask, and he nods, âAnd if we cross this line, it won't ruin our friendship.âÂ
âCross my heart.â He says drawing an âxâ over his chest.Â
âWhat about Taylor?â you ask, thinking of the pretty blonde that youâve caught making breakfast in your kitchen a few times. You're trying to give him an out. But he doesnât take it.Â
âOut of the picture.â he smiles, âHas been for a while.â He admits, and before you get a chance to offer your condolences, he asks âSo what do you say?â Â
âOkay.âÂ
âAlright.â he smirks, âCome here.â He says softly, reaching for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. You scoot closer to him on the couch, your knees touching his thigh. Your breath hitches in your throat as his other hand rests on your cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb.
He leans in slowly, his breath fanning across your face, his lips inches away from yours. His emerald eyes dart from yours down to your lips, back to your eyes.Â
âYouâre sure?â he asks. You nod your head slowly, eyes glued to his lips as he speaks. You watch as they curve up into a seductive smirk, âWords, baby. Want to hear you say it.â He coaches.Â
He wants to hear you say it because the truth is, he canât believe this is finally happening. He gets why you both agreed to not cross this boundary for so long. For the sake of your amazing friendship. But being this close to you now, seeing the look in your eye, the want and anticipation. Feeling the way he lit up touching you. It all seemed so silly. Why deny yourselves the pleasure of giving in to such chemistry, when life was so short?Â
âIâm sure.â you whisper, âAre you?âÂ
âOh, Iâm positive.â he purrs, before leaning forward finally bringing his lips to yours. You sigh into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on yours. Immediately, the kiss feels different than anything youâve shared in the past. What starts off as a soft sweet pecks, familiarizes yourselves with one another, quickly evolves into a hurried frenzy. Tongues swirling, teeth clicking, and with Harryâs hand having come down to rest on your neck, thumb caressing your jugular possessively your head was spinning. You gasp into the kiss, trying to catch your breath but all you could do was breathe in more of Harry. Itâs when he nipped at your bottom lip licking at the skin after, that you have a moment of clarity. Pulling away slowly you, run your hand through the hairs at the nape of his neck making him look up at you.Â
âYou okay?â he asks, worry etched into his features.Â
âIf weâre going to do this,â you begin, â I have one condition.âÂ
âOkay.â he promptsÂ
âWant you to fuck me like you mean it.â you whisper, voice shakily.Â
âPlanned on it, Love.â He smiles, bringing you back into the kiss, lifting you up onto his lap to straddle him. You drape your arms around his shoulders and lean forward bringing your lips back down to his. Any nerves youâd had earlier slip away with each swipe of his tongue into your mouth, and grind off your hips down onto his hardening cock. He moans into your mouth as you grind your hips into his, and you couldnât help but smirk into the kiss.Â
He sounds so pretty, you thought.Â
He lets out another groan, as his hands roam up your thighs to your hips, gripping them firmly and pulling you as close to him as he could. He pulls his lips away from yours in favor of kissing down your neck. His lips roam up and down trying to find your favorite spot, and when he does, you let out a lewd moan, pulling at his hair. He groans into your neck and continues sucking and nibbling. He licks a stirp up your neck, dragging your earlobe into his ear sucking at it. Before he pulls away looking at you with a proud grin on his face, watching you.Â
âWhyâd you stop?â you pout, leaning your forehead against his.Â
âIâm not fucking you on the couch.â He chuckles and you giggle. âYour bedroom or mine?â he asks as he untucks your lip from your teeth with his thumb. âWherever youâd feel most comfortable.âÂ
You didnât have to think for more than a moment before answering. âIs it okay if we go to yours?â you ask nervously. If you were going to get the Harry Styles special, you wanted the whole experience.Â
âOf course.â he smiles, giving you a quick peck, âHold onto me.â he instructs and you hook your arms and legs around him as he stands up and makes his way down the short hallway to his bedroom. He leans in and kisses your cheekÂ
It is a little strange, how natural it all feels. How your lips seemed to slot perfectly with his, how he grabs your ass so dominantly in his hands, how you instinctually nuzzle into his neck, sucking just below his ear like he did for you. Itâs as if this whole thing, your dynamic, was sitting there all along, just waiting to come to the surface.Â
He kicks his bedroom door open, kicking it back closed once inside. Breathy swears falling from his lips as you suck on a spot just below his ear. He sets you down on your feet as you pull away from his neck, bringing your lips back to his. Your hands move from around his shoulders to the elastic of his sweats. You pull at the strings keeping the material around his hips. But Harry stops you, pulling away from the kiss, holding your wrists in his hands.
âHey, hey.â he coos, tilting your head up to look at him. âThis is about you. Remember?âÂ
âRight.â you sigh, âSorry.â It was a force of habit. Focusing on pleasing your partner, without much thought of your own pleasure.Â
âItâs okay.â he smiles softly, âDonât worry about me. Just let me take care of you.â He lifts your hands to his lips kissing each of the back of your hands, âOkay?â you nod and he places a quick peck to your lips, âGet up on the bed, for me.â There was something in his voice, a tone youâve never heard before nor could you pin down, but it already had your stomach doing somersaults.Â
You crawl your way up the bed, laying down amongst the mountain of pillows and it suddenly hits you what youâve agreed to. Did you have some nerves about the possibility of ruining your longtime friendship? Of course. But the primary feeling was anticipation. Youâve heard Harry take many women to heaven in this very room, in this very bed through the thin walls of your apartment, dozens of times. And now as you lay in his sheets⊠It's your turn.
He watches from the foot of the bed as you settle into his bed, admiring the sight of you there. You're quick to remove your shirt, but you keep your bottoms and bra on. You watch as he strips himself of his band t-shirt, and sweats admiring his tattooed littered chest and arms. Your eyes follow the trail of hair from his navel to the growing tent in his boxer briefs. He notices you admiring, watching as his muscles contract as he moves up the bed to you, a smirk plastered to his lip.Â
âEyes up here.â he jokes, and you snort out a chuckle, as he hovers above you with elbows on either side of your head. You bring your arms, sound his shoulders, pulling him down on you, enjoying the weight of him on top of you.Â
âShut up.â you smile, kissing him. You try to lead the kiss, but eventually give in to Harry, allowing him to choose the pace, too distracted and consumed by the feelings of his hands roaming your body. As he teases your mouth open with his tongue, you nibble at his bottom lip wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to you. You both moan as the tip of his clothed cock catches onto your clothed pussy. Your pussy throbs at the sensation and you roll your hips up into his, begging for some friction. But Harry holds your hip in the softness of his mattress. He pulls away, caressing your cheek, running a thumb along your kiss bitten lips.Â
âLet me take my time. Want you to enjoy this. Iâm going to give you what you need. I promise.âÂ
You nod, looking up at him through your lashes, âOkay.â you sigh
âJust relax.â he leans down, kissing your lips, âDo you trust me?âÂ
âYeah - of course.âÂ
âGood.â Harry smiles, his dimpled smile, before continuing your kiss, hungrily kissing your lips, down to your neck. Kissing and sucking trying to find your most sensitive spot. When he does, he nibbles and sucks, groaning into you as he feels you relax in his arms, with each swipe of his tongue on your neck. His hand reaches behind you, fiddling with the hooks of your bra. âCan I take this off?â he rasps.Â
âMhmm, yeah.â you rush out, helping him shimmy your arms out of the annoying barrier. Before you get the chance to pull him back down to you chest to chest, Harry pauses, looking from your chest to your eyes.
âFuckinâ gorgeousâ he whispers, a hand cupping one of your breasts, pinching the pebbled skin of your nipple. He dips his head down, drawing the other nipple into his mouth sucking on the nub, before releasing it with a pop. You couldnât help the lewd moan that escaped your lips. Itâs needy and breathy and if it were anyone else above you, youâd maybe be embarrassed with just how desperate you sound. But the way Harry is worshiping you, and moaning into your chest, you knew he was enjoying this just as much.
He works his way up from your breasts back to your neck, sucking and kissing anywhere his lips could reach. You wrap your hands around his shoulders pulling him in, for a deep kiss, until you feel his fingers tangle into the loose strings of your flimsy lounge shorts.Â
âWhat about these?â he asks against your lips. âCan I take âem off?âÂ
âPlease.â you gasp into his mouth. Without breaking the kiss the best you could, you lift your hips, as you help him get the shorts down your legs.Â
With nothing but the thin material of your underwear between you. You could really get a feel of Harry now as he grinded his hips into yours. He was thick, and just as hard as you were wet. After a few nudges of his cock against your pussy, Harry snakes a hand between the two of you, rubbing you through the thin cotton of your panties in small circles.Â
âMmhm.â you moan, rolling your hips into his hand.Â
âThis okay?â he huffs, leaning his forehead on yours.Â
âYeah,â you sigh, pulling him back down to your face for a kiss. âMore.âÂ
Harry smirked at you teasingly, but obliged. Sliding your panties to the side, his thick warm fingers making contact with your clit.Â
âOh, fuck.â you huff.Â
Harry usually likes to tease. He tells the girls in his bed to be patient, to be good girls and wait for the inevitable earth shattering pleasure heâs sure to spring on them. But you're not just some girl in his bed. YouâreâŠyou. And heâs never not given you whatever it is you wanted. Because as far as Harry is concerned, you deserve the world. And the truth is, even if you didnât realize it, you have him wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger.Â
âThat feel okay?â Harry asks, rubbing you in tight circles. He dips his fingers further down your folds, collecting the wetness at your entrance to wet your clit. He rubs at your pussy, up and down, until you start bucking against his hand.Â
âMmhmâ you nod, âso good.â you whimper.Â
Itâs beginning to become harder to focus. All you feel is Harry. His fingers, between your legs. His tongue massages yours. His breath fanning across your face, when he rests his forehead on yours. His hardening cock pressing into your thigh. His weight on top of you. He was completely consuming your senses.Â
His fingers dip down, teasing at your entrance drawing out a deep groan from you as your grip on his shoulders tighten.Â
âWhatâs got you so wet? Huh?â he smirks into the kiss, as he teases your entrance. Your cheeks warm to his teasing tone.
âYou.â you whine, âFeels so good, Harry.âÂ
âYeah?â he smirks, âAnd this?â He coos, as he slowly, finally, slides a long finger inside. âThis feel good, too?âÂ
âOh, god.â you whimper, arching your back into the mattress, gripping at his shoulders.
Harry kisses your check, pulling back admiring how sweet you looked as his finger worked you open, pumping in and out of you.Â
âLook at me.â he coos, curling his finger inside to that spongy spot inside of you. âLet me see you baby. Look at me.â He repeats, sweetly kissing your cheek. Slowly, and with all the focus you can muster, you peel your eyes open to look at Harry. âGood girl,â Harry praises, âyouâre doing so good, Love.â Your breath hitches at his words as you feel your pussy tighten around his fingers. âYou gonna come on my hand? Already?â He smirks.Â
His light teasing, mixed with the pet names, only has you barling closer to the edge. You're so, very close and the way you're looking up at Harry all blissed out has him ready to bust in his boxers.Â
âHar-âÂ
He can sense the frustration. See how close you were, but not quite. He needed to see you come for him.Â
âWhat is it baby?â he coos, kissing your cheek.Â
âMore. Harry,â you whine, âPlease, please plea-â you whine, through a pout.
âShhhâŠ.Okay. You can have,â Harry slowly inserts a second finger, while his thumb circled your clit, âanything you want.âÂ
âFuc-â Your moan gets cut off with a kiss, as Harry continues to work his fingers in and out of you.
âThere you go. Better?âÂ
âYe- yes. Oh my god.â you whine.Â
Harry continues working his fingers in and out of you, thumb rubbing your clit as you could feel your orgasm barrelling closer.Â
âCome on,â Harry encourages, âcome on my hand. Come for me.â he pants, through a kiss, fingers curling, maintaining their pace inside of you.Â
âShit!â you moan out, coming apart on his hand.Â
âThere you go. Good girl.â he praises, kissing you anywhere his lips can reach. You whimper, a shiver shooting through your body as your orgasm shook through you. âShhh, I got you. I got you.â he coos, slowing his fingers to a stop.  He withdraws his fingers from your center, eyes remaining on yours as he sucked his fingers clean, moaning around the digits.Â
âYou taste good.â he smirks, before leaning down, burying himself in your neck, sucking on the spot just below your ear. He pulls away, looking you in the eye admiring your fucked out state. He plants a kiss on each of your cheeks, and then kisses you deeply nipping at your lip.Â
âYou did so good.â Harry huffs into your mouth. You rake your fingers through his hair, still reeling from your orgasm, trying to use Harry to bring yourself back down to earth. âYouâre pretty when you come.â he smiles down at you, kissing your lips, âDo you need a minute?âÂ
âNo.â you mumble kissing his lips, âJust fuck me please.â Harry nods into the kiss, reaching into his nightstand for a condom. Heâs quick to get rid of his bottoms and slip on the condom.Â
âHarry.â you plead, rolling your hips up into his, as he slid his cock up and down your slit. He taps the head of his cock on your clit twice.
âShhh, relax. I got you.â He coos stroking your cheek with one hand as he runs his cock more deliberately up and down your slit with the other. Harry kisses the corners of your mouth, and then places a kiss to your lips. He looks at you, eyes aflame with lust. He leans his forehead against yours, his breath fanning across your face, as he slowly pushes inside. You gasp, grab his shoulders, dig your nails into his skin. Harry hisses, tucking his face into your neck as he slowly worked you open with his cock, little by little thrusting in and out until he was fully settled inside.Â
âFuck, babe.â he sighs. He stays still for a moment, deep inside of you relishing in the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him.Â
âOh my god.â you gasp as swears fall from Harryâs lips above you. You thread your fingers into his hair, pulling lightly at his curls, drawing out more groans from him. âMove.â you whine, rutting your hips up into his. âPlease, Harry.âÂ
He slowly begins to grind his hips down into yours, pulling back only slightly before driving back in, allowing you to feel every inch of him. âFuck, you feel so good baby.â He praises. Heâs quick to find a decent pace, his arms bracketing your head, forehead leaned against yours as he pounded into you with deep strokes.Â
âHar- oh my god.â you moan, your pants of pleasure, fanning across Harryâs face, eyes screwed shut.Â
âLook at me.â he rasps, kissing the corner of your mouth, âPlease. Need to see you.â He moans. And he does. He needs it. You can hear it in his voice, and feel it in the way he caresses your hip. He must be closer to you. He needed to see you, all of you.Â
So you grant his wish, peeling your eyes open and looking at him. And your pussy clenches at the sight of him. You donât remember why youâd close your eyes in the first place. He was beautiful, like this. All kiss bitten lips, and flushed cheeks, curls glued to his brow and lust filled eyes. You threaded your fingers in his curls, brushing his curls away from his eyes.Â
âYou feel so good.â you gasp.Â
Harry smirks, twirling his hips, âSo do you.â You pull at his curls, a loud moan rips from your throat, as a particularly hard thrusts hits your g-spot. Harryâs eyes flash with a new kind of focus, and lust as he hits it again.Â
ââS that it? âS that your spot, babe?â he huffs. You nod frantically, eyes glued to his lust filled ones as he continued pumping into you. âI want you to come for me again. I want to feel you. Please,â he pleads, âNeed it.â Â
âOh god!â you cry out. The more he talked the closer you could feel yourself approaching your peak. âHarry -â youÂ
âBreathe through it, Love.â He instructs, keeping his rhythmic pace. As he grinds his hips down into yours, he demonstrates a breath, taking a deep breath in and out. You follow suit, feeling the heat pool in the bit of your stomach warm, as your orgasm grows closer and closer.Â
âHarry - oh my god.â âI know, I know.â He gasps, âLet go, Baby.â And you do. Just like that, you coming around Harryâs cock, tightening around him as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. âThere you go,â he coos, dropping a kiss to your forehead, before tucking himself back into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, âGood girl. Fuck baby.âÂ
Harryâs thrusts become sloppy as he struggles to hold himself up above you, feeling his own climax quickly approaching. âIâm gonna come baby.â Harry pants.Â
âPlease.â you whimper, holding his face in his hands. You bring your lips up to his, moaning into the kiss, âI want you to.âÂ
âFuck.â He huffs, and with a few more deep strokes, Harry comes apart above you.Â
He grinds his hips to a stop, burying himself into your neck, kissing your shoulder, as you run your nails up and down his back, trying to catch your breath.Â
You stayed like that for a while, enjoying the weight of him on top of you, and Harry enjoying your hand in his hair. Once he heard your breath slow, he slowly pulled out of you, kissing your forehead, and rolling off of you.
âIâll be right back.â he smiles.
âOkay.â you whisper with a sweet smile.  Â
Harry drags his boxer briefs up his legs, looking back at you with a smile before heâs out the door.Â
âShit.â you giggle, looking up at the ceiling. You look over at the clock on his nightstand, and smirk. Nearly an hour and a half has passed. I really got the Harry Experience âą you muse, to yourself.Â
Sitting up in bed, you scan the messy bedroom floor to find your clothes. Before you get a chase to put your bra back on, Harry is back with bottles of water, some snacks and a towel.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Harry asks, He sets down the two bottles of water, snacks on his nightstand.
âGetting dressed.âÂ
âWhat for?â he pouts, crawling into his bed, lifting his sheets for you to follow, âCome back here.â you allow him to pull you back into his side, resting your head on his chest. Â
âI donât want to overextend my stay.â you whisperÂ
âYouâre not. Let me hold you for a bit. Not done taking care of you.â Â
He kisses the crown of your head, and it feels almost too intimate, but still you relax in his arms, letting out a deep breath, allowing the gentle motion of his hand stroking your back to calm you.Â
âCan you do me a favor?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âPromise me that weâll still be friends.âÂ
Harry doesnât say anything for a moment. A little too long for your liking before he finally speaks.Â
âI donât think I can do that.â Harry says, and there's a slight panic at his words until you look up at him and see heâs smirking down at you.Â
âI got you pussy whipped that quick, Styles?â you joke, poking at his side, and he laughs.Â
âMaybe.â he smirks, before looking at you earnestly, âOr maybe hearing you moan my name made me realize itâs something I've wanted for a long time.âÂ
âOh.â you sigh.Â
âOr maybe Iâm just selfish, and I donât like the idea of anyone else seeing you that way. Especially if they arenât going to treat you right.âÂ
âAnd you want to treat me right?â you smile
âI do.â He says firmly, âGive me a chance. Just one date. A real one. Ideally one where we stay clothed, and vertical.â he smirks. âAnd if you donât want to pursue anything, thenâŠIâm happy to stay friends. But I wouldnât be able to forgive myself if I didnât try.âÂ
You look at him, trying to find a hint of dishonesty, but you couldnât find it.Â
âOkay, Styles. One date.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah.â you smile, snuggling back into his chest.Â
Everything between you two has changed. Thatâs for sure. But maybe itâs for the better. And maybe this is just the beginning.Â
a/n: imagine harry as your fwb *deep sigh*
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I just saw an ad Instagram for a thong that said âall you can eat buffetâ on it and I am BEGGING you to write James reacting to r wearing it đ
this post is 18+, minors dni.
It's a gag, nothing more. The block letters are ugly, big white shapes that are already cracking on the surface of the red fabric. But their message is worth it: ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFET'.
An ad for the thong had jumped out at you during your nightly social media scroll only a few weeks ago, and you'd ordered it while James was snoring beside you. He appreciates a good joke, but he's also been known to appreciate a good meal, and you wonder if the manufacturer had made them personally for you and James.
You wear them beneath the little sleep shorts that drive James crazy, the ones that are so loose he can always catch a glimpse of your underwear beneath them. You're just tucking yourself beneath the blankets, keeping your thigh purposefully visible, when James stumbles into the room with a hand buried deep in his curls, scratching away at them.
He's mid-yawn, and you're slightly taken aback when he refrains from making a comment about your attire. He's usually all over you, and you have no doubt that he'll be nearly on top of you when you're both beneath the covers, but you can't believe he managed to keep a crass comment out of his mouth.
"Sirius wants to try out a new bike repair shop tomorrow," James mumbles, clearly tired as he shucks off his joggers and heads for bed with only his shirt and briefs remaining, "'Says the place opens bloody early- six I think? Closes at nine. So I've gotta haul my ass up before then."
"Oh." You retort, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice as you settle, "Sorry, Jamie. We can sleep early tonight."
He hums encouragingly into the sheets as he gets situated, reaching immediately for you just as you'd known he would. His large hands gravitate towards your waist, and even if he's too tired and responsible to think about sex tonight, his hand snakes into the waistband of your shorts for safekeeping.
He feels the blocky, stiff cool of the lettering on the front of your thong and you feel his brows furrow where his head is pressed into your shoulder. He peeks over it now, stretching the waistband of your shorts open and keeping the blankets lifted so that he can see what you're wearing in the dim lights you have yet to turn off.
"What-" He squints, trying to read upside-down without his glasses, but it's a hopeless case. You're already halfway towards a fit of giggles, and you shimmy out of your shorts to stand proudly on your knees close enough for him to see.
"All you can eat buffet," He reads, murmuring the words while his face lights up and a hearty laugh escapes his throat, "Darling! That's cheeky, where did you get that?"
"I found it online." You giggle, and he braces a hand on your thigh to admire it. He studies you for a moment, still chuckling, and then he moves to sit up, staring at you expectantly.
"Well lay down, darling." He invites you, "Let's see this buffet."
"No, James, it's alright!" You insist, "You have to be up early for Sirius. It can wait, I'll wear them some other time for you."
"No," He whines, sounding petulant, "Your terrible jokes and impulsive financial habits have charmed me. On your back, darling."
"James, you don't-" You shake your head but he takes your face in his hands, pressing his head closer to yours so that you're pushed back and subsequently laid down, "-you don't have to do this, we can-"
"God, you make eating pussy sound like a chore." He mumbles between kisses, kissing next at your chin, then the pudge beneath it as you lay on the bed, "Relax, darling. All-you-can-eats are my favorite, and I've just realized I'm hungry."
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Hey, can you write about landos gf breaking her arm and him taking care of her? like having to help her change and shower, doing her hair und stuff line that? thank you <3
In his care - LN4
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Lando Norris had always been the playful, light-hearted boyfriend, the type to tease and make you laugh until your stomach hurt. But after three years together, there was a depth to your relationship that went beyond just the banter and the fun. Heâd become your best friend, your confidant, and now, your caretaker.
You hadnât expected to be in this positionâbroken arm in a sling, unable to do even the most basic things without help. It was a stupid accident, really. A slip, a fall, and now you were stuck in this uncomfortable, frustrating situation. But as it turned out, Lando was more than up for the challenge of taking care of you. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.
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The first real test came on day one, when it was time for you to shower. Lando, always the playful one, had teased you when he realized youâd need help.
âSo, I get to see you naked... and itâs for âmedical reasonsâ? Lucky me,â he said with a wink, earning him an eye-roll from you.
âLando,â you groaned, cheeks flushing. âThis isnât exactly a fun situation, you know.â
But even as you complained, you couldnât help but laugh. He had a way of lightening even the most awkward moments. His teasing helped take your mind off the discomfort and frustration of not being able to do things on your own. Lando knew when to joke, and when to be serious.
âIâm kidding, love,â he said, his tone softening as he walked over to you. âIâve got you, okay?â
And he did. Gently, he helped you undress, his fingers careful around your arm. There was something about the way he movedâconfident yet delicateâthat made you feel safe. Vulnerable, yes, but never embarrassed. He was Lando, your Lando, and there was no one else you trusted more.
Once you were under the warm spray of water, he joined you, shampooing your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp. It was a strange, intimate experience, but not in a way that made you feel uncomfortable. In fact, it was sweet.
âMaybe I should do this for you more often,â he murmured, lips close to your ear.
âYou think Iâll let you wash my hair when Iâm fully capable?â you shot back, a smile tugging at your lips.
He chuckled, his breath warm on your neck. âYou never know, you might like the service.â
But as much as he teased, there was genuine care in the way he handled you. He washed every inch of your body with the gentleness you never knew he had. You leaned into him, resting your head on his chest for a moment, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear.
âThank you,â you whispered.
âFor what?â he asked softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
âFor being... you.â
-
You never realized how hard it was to do something as simple as put your hair in a ponytail with one hand. By the third day, you were ready to give up on the idea of leaving the house with your hair looking decent. But, of course, Lando wasnât going to let that happen.
âOkay, Iâm going to do it,â he said, determination in his voice as he picked up your hairbrush and an elastic.
You sat in front of him, trying to keep still while he struggled to gather your hair into something resembling a ponytail. The concentration on his face was adorableâhis tongue poking out a little as he focused on the task at hand.
âLando, itâs fine,â you said after the third attempt. âI can just wear it down.â
âNo way,â he said, shaking his head. âIâm getting this right.â
It took another few tries, but eventually, he managed to pull your hair into a somewhat lopsided ponytail. He grinned proudly, admiring his work in the mirror behind you.
âLook at that! Iâm a pro,â he said, obviously pleased with himself.
You laughed, reaching up with your good hand to touch the ponytail. It wasnât perfect, but it was endearing in its imperfection.
âI love it,â you said sincerely.
He wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your good shoulder. âTold you Iâd take care of you.â
âYouâre doing a great job, babe.â
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As the days went on, Lando had to help you with more than just your hair. Getting dressed with one hand was a nightmare, and you hated having to rely on him for something so simple. But Lando, being the cheeky guy he was, turned it into something fun.
âAlright, love, whatâll it be today?â he asked, holding up two of your shirts. âSexy red or casual blue?â
You gave him a pointed look. âIâm not trying to impress anyone, Lando.â
He smirked, his eyes twinkling mischievously. âYouâre always impressing me, though.â
You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered at his words. He knew exactly how to make you feel special, even when you were at your most vulnerable.
âBlue,â you said with a sigh, and he grinned.
Helping you get dressed was, of course, another challenge. He was gentle but still fumbled a bit, trying not to hurt your arm as he guided it through the sleeve.
âSorry, sorry!â he muttered as he accidentally tugged too hard on your sling.
You laughed through the discomfort. âYouâre not great at this, huh?â
âHey! Iâm doing my best here,â he protested, but there was no real frustration in his voice. He was patient with you, and that was what mattered.
Once you were dressed, he stepped back to admire his work.
âNot bad, huh?â he said, a proud smile on his face.
âNot bad at all,â you agreed, and he leaned down to kiss you softly.
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By the end of the week, you were starting to feel a little more like yourself, but the pain in your arm was still a constant reminder of your injury. Lando, ever the attentive boyfriend, noticed when you were getting frustrated or tired, and he was always there to offer comfort.
That evening, you were lying on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, when Lando plopped down beside you. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, careful of your injured arm, and snuggled up close.
âYou doing okay?â he asked, his voice soft in your ear.
âYeah,â you sighed. âJust... tired of this.â
âI know,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. âBut youâre doing great. And Iâm here, okay? For as long as you need me.â
You smiled, leaning into him. His warmth, his presenceâit was everything you needed. You didnât have to ask for his help; he just gave it freely, without hesitation.
As you lay there together, his fingers absentmindedly drawing circles on your back, you realized how lucky you were. Not just because he was helping you through this injury, but because he was Lando. The man who loved you unconditionally, who saw you at your weakest and still made you feel strong.
âLove you,â you whispered, closing your eyes.
âLove you more,â he replied softly, and you could hear the smile in his voice.
And in that moment, broken arm and all, you felt more loved than ever.
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As your arm started to heal, you began to regain some independence, but that didnât stop Lando from taking every opportunity to tease you. He seemed to enjoy his new role as caretaker a little too much, and he never missed a chance to flirt.
One afternoon, you were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to cut up some fruit with your good hand. Lando walked in, immediately taking the knife from you.
âLet me help,â he said, leaning in close.
âI can do it,â you protested, though you didnât exactly mind when he was this close to you.
He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âYeah, but I do it better, donât I?â
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât hide the smile that tugged at your lips. He knew exactly how to get under your skin, but in the best way.
As he cut up the fruit, he stole glances at you, his smile never fading. âYou know,â he said casually, âtaking care of you has been... kind of fun.â
âOh, has it now?â you asked, raising an eyebrow.
âYeah,â he said, sliding a piece of fruit toward you. âI mean, I get to spend all this extra time with you, take care of you, shower with you...â
âLando!â you laughed, swatting at him with your good hand.
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you. âIâm just saying, maybe I should be your personal nurse more often.â
âYouâre ridiculous,â you said, but your heart swelled with love for him.
âI know,â he replied, his voice soft as he looked into your eyes. âBut you love me for it.â
And he was right.
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light of the morning
in which spencer sneaks into bau!reader's hotel room and they share a little more than just the bed
18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom!spence x sub reader, munch!spence, unprotected piv sex (dont do that), creampie (hate that word btw) praise, mentions of having to be quiet because morgan is right next door LOL, fluffy, established co-workers/friends with benefits, soooo idiots in love a/n: here is the promised smut. i am literally kicking my feet and twirling my hair and giggling and blushing at my own writing. I'm gonna have a freak out. requests are open like my legs
Itâs late when the knock finally comes. Late enough that youâre dozing on the bed above the covers.Â
It takes you a moment to reorient yourselfâyouâre rubbing your heavy eyes when you finally get the door.Â
"Hi."
"Hey," says Spencer, hands awkwardly shoved into his pajama pants pockets. Itâs funny, really. He never gets any better at this.Â
You step aside and he enters the room, looking around as you close and relock the door.Â
"Did I wake you?"
"How could you tell?"
"Youâre in pajamas. And you look tired. I meanâyou donât look bad. You never look bad, I just meant⊠you donât look tired but youâre notâI didnât mean toâ"
"Relax," you yawn, putting him out of his misery. "I was joking. I know I look tired." You glance at the digital clock on the nightstand. "Itâs late. We have to be up early tomorrow."
"Yeah, I got, uh, sidetracked. Sorry."
He was reading. If it was anyone else, you'd be offended--but a sinkhole could open up under Spencer's feet and he probably wouldn't notice if he was absorbed in a book.
You shrug, a knowing smile lifting the corner of your mouth.Â
"Itâs fine. But I donât know if tonight is a good night. I really am exhausted."
His eyebrows dart up.Â
"Thatâs fine. Thatâs totally fine. Iâll just, uhâ"
When you donât move from in front of the door, he pauses, unsure. You bite the inside of your cheek, studying his rangy frame and choice of clothing. Blue pajama pants, slippers, grey CalTech zip up hoodie. It feels wrong to describe a 6'1 man as adorable, but thatâs how he looks in his sleep clothes. Thereâs a very real chance, you find yourself thinking, that you are the only member of the BAU to ever see him in something other than slacks and a button-down. He looks so cozy that you kind of really want him in your bed even if heâs not doing anything but sleeping. The invitation slips out before you can think too hard about it.Â
"You could⊠stay, anyway, if you want?"
His mouth parts slightly, and those eyebrows raise again. Thereâs a moment of awkward silence and you are very much beginning to regret your offer, wondering if you somehow violated the sanctity of your co-workers/friends with benefits situtationship. Clumsily you try to backtrack.Â
"Sorry, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable, you canâ"
"No, no! You didnât, I just donât want you to feel obligated to invite me to stay in your room. Iâm right across the hall, I can go back if you want me to."
You smile awkwardly, silent relief replacing the brief anxiety.Â
"Itâs fine. Itâs not like we havenât shared a bed before." And not like you wouldnât have ended up doing it tonight anyway, if things had gone as originally intended.
He chuckles, looking to the floor and nodding. The blush on his face does not go unnoticed by you. "Fair enough."
Itâs incredibly endearing how nervous he still gets after six months of this little arrangement.Â
"Do you wanna get your stuff, orâŠ"
"No, thatâs okay. Iâll just go back early tomorrow. The chances of someone seeing me leave your room are significantly higher if I do it so soon after entering."
You squint, unable to tell if heâs fucking with you or if thatâs an actual statistically sound probability. And then you realize, blissfully, that you donât really care.Â
"Okay, well. Make yourself comfortable. Iâm just going to brush my teeth."
Once youâre enclosed in the bathroom, hotel vanity lights blinding you as you brush, you find that there is a jittery sort of apprehension buzzing in your chest. But thatâs silly. As you yourself pointed out, the two of you have shared a bed many times over the past few months. But the sleeping together is always a byproduct of the sleeping together. Never have you shared a bed in a completely decent, virtuous, strictly non-sexual manner. Itâs always been a matter of convenienceâless bother if he doesnât have to worry about sneaking back into his room in the middle of the night when youâre both exhausted. Or maybe thatâs just what youâve been telling yourselves.Â
You rinse your mouth out and exit the bathroom, flicking off the light and finding that Spencer has indeed made himself comfortable. The hotel room is dark and heâs already under the covers, fiddling with his phone.Â
"What time should I set the alarm for?" He asks, looking over at you as you crawl into bed, drawing the covers over yourself. "I was thinking 6:23. That should give me enough time toâ"
"Sounds perfect," you affirm, wiggling under the blanket as you get comfortable. He schedules the alarm and sets his phone on the bedside table, dousing the room in complete darkness. Your eyes stay open despite, waiting for them to adjust. A few moments of utter silence and stillness pass, and you can tell Spencer is completely stiff next to you.Â
"Spencer."
âYeah,â he answers immediately. Like heâs even more wired about this whole situation than you are.Â
"You know you donât have to avoid touching me at all costs, right? Iâm not a leper."
He looses a nervous laugh.Â
"I know. Weâve just never really done this."
You frown at the darkness.
"Weâve definitely slept in the same bed before."
"Yeah, but⊠this feels different."
That, you canât argue with. Can friends with benefits share a bed just to be near each other? Does that blur some line? And why does it feel more intimate than the sex?Â
Screw it. If there is one thing you donât want your relationship with Spencer to be, it is uncomfortable. Uncertain, you can work with. But not uncomfortable. You reach for him, hand sliding under the duvetâand find his hand already waiting for yours.Â
"I donât think itâs that different," you lie, interlacing your fingers together slowly.Â
"Prolonged physical non-sexual contact does have measurable health benefitsâŠ" the words are murmured, like the moment is fragile and he doesnât want to shatter it.Â
"Canât argue with the facts," you breathe, trying to modulate the shakiness of your voice. But you have a feeling youâre doing about as good of a job at concealing your nerves as he is. He shifts.
"Can IâŠ"
"Yeah."
Your heart is pounding as he slips one arm under your neck and the other around your waist, pulling you close. Instinctually you curl into him, slinging your top leg over him as youâve done before, but always dismissed as post-sex brain chemicals making you feel all warm and fuzzy. A neurological reaction that is so solidly scientific, neither of you ever questioned it. But it feels bigger now.Â
He exhales as you settle against each otherâa sound of relief that mirrors your own. Heâs so warm, so safe as he envelops you, physically and sensorially. In such close proximity, so clear-headed, you notice each layer of his scent. Toothpaste, lavender, vetiver, detergent. You sort of feel like a creep, but you canât deny how comforting it is. Nor can you deny the pirouette your heart does when he begins minutely rubbing your back, like heâs not even thinking about it.Â
"Goodnight," you whisper into his shirt.Â
"Goodnight," he whispers back.Â
You fall asleep pretty quickly after that.Â
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Itâs unclear what wakes you upâmaybe itâs the blue-grey dawn light filtering in through the filthy window (doubtful, itâs still mostly dark) or maybe itâs the blinking green digital clock on the nightstand. 5:02 AM. Your alarm will go off in an hour and 21 minutes.
Sometime in the night you shifted, turning over in your sleep, but Spencer is still holding you close. The arm slung so casually over your waist is slightly domineering, but you manage to rotate again and face him once more. Mere inches away from his face you can see every detail. His expression is so peaceful, it makes your heart ache.Â
But youâre just friends.Â
Perhaps he felt you moving, because his eyes flutter open and you watch as they flood with consciousness. He takes you in, takes in his arm over your waist. For a split second youâre nervous heâll pull away.Â
"What time is it?" His voice is scratchy with sleep.Â
"Five."
"Why are you awake? We have over an hour til the alarm goes off."
"Sometimes waking up early is okay."
His eyes flicker between your own, and momentarily youâre paralyzed as you realize this is a limbo state for the two of you in which youâve never operated. You donât know whatâs acceptable. You donât know what to do. Being close to him feels so good, that the idea of separating hurts. But you donât want to make him uncomfortable, orâ
He leans forward and kisses you softly. In the blue light of dawn, rather than frenzied and hidden in the dark, a desperate tear of clothes and teeth and handsâitâs almost freeing. All the anxiety you were feeling just seconds ago begins to melt.Â
Friends.Â
"You looked anxious," is his whispered answer after he pulls away a moment later, like a kiss is the simplest remedy in the world. He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. "We should go back to sleep."
"I donât want to go back to sleep."
The corner of his mouth twitches as he studies you. Â
"No? What do you want?"
Emboldened by your mutual indiscretion, itâs your turn to kiss him. You feel him smile against your lips, hand finding the back of your neck and raking up through your hair to pull you closer.Â
The delirium of sleep seems to have softened you, filed down the rough edges of your boundaries and kicked away the lines in the sand. Whatâs a kiss or two when youâve just woken up? A small, innocuous display of affection while youâre still barely conscious. Nobody could fault either of you for that. People donât think clearly when theyâve just been asleep.
So what if your lips part against his, and his other hand finds its way under your shirt to stroke the bare skin of your waist and hips? So what if you hitch that leg over him again and press closer?
Spencer breaks the kiss, still ghosting over your lips.Â
"I thought it wasnât a good night?"
"Itâs not night time anymore, is it, genius?"
You sneak another kiss, nipping his bottom lip gently as you pull away.Â
Instead of whatever array of responses you were expecting, Spencer smiles slightly, eyes almost sparkling in the faint light. The hand on your hip moves to your face, gently thumbing across your cheek. He begins to say something, and stops himselfâbiting his lip to hold back the words.Â
"What?" you ask, heart dropping. Illusion fracturing.Â
"I was justâ" he begins, pausing for a moment before the words all come out in a rush. "I was just going to tell you how beautiful you are, but I donât know if thatâs something I should say, or if it would feel too⊠I donât knowâŠ"
He trails off. A rare instance in which he doesnât have the words.Â
You do. Intimate. Real. Romantic. And heâs right, it does feel too much like all of those things. But that doesnât mean you donât like it, perhaps more than is strictly good for you.Â
"Itâs fine. Thank you."
He continues chewing on his lip for a moment.Â
"Did I just ruin the mood?"
"No," you laugh, "not at all."
"Thank god," he sighs, surging forward again.Â
"Since when do you thank god?" You manage between kisses.Â
He moves to press his lips to your jaw and down your neck.Â
"Do you want me to talk about the historical and cultural transition of religious expressions into ubiquitous secular colloquialisms right now?"
"Kind of," you breathe.
"No you donât," he murmurs against your neck as his hands find the hem of your shirt. "You want me to take your clothes off."
Well, heâs not wrong there.Â
You help him tug the shirt over your head before leaning back into the pillows as he situates himself over you and lavishes more kisses down your neck and collarbones, pausing to suck a mark only when he knows itâs low enough to be covered by your clothing later.Â
You gasp when his lips brush over your nipple, before running his tongue over the sensitive skin. He glances up at you, and though his mouth is occupied, you can see the humor in his eyes. He loves how sensitive you areâhow easy it is to get a reaction out of you.Â
Of course, you continue to prove him right when he takes the other into his mouth, trying to hold back your little whimpers as he darts his tongue over the peak. Maybe somebody else wouldnât hear them, but Spencer does. Heâs hyper attuned to the sounds you make. Something of a catalogue has begun to form in the back of his mind; he knows exactly what each noise means and how to get them out of you.Â
Once satisfied, he moves to press a kiss to your sternum.Â
"Youâre gonna be quiet for me, right?" Another kiss above your bellybutton. "Because Morgan is sleeping right on the other side of that wall, and we donât want to wake him up."
"Iâll be quiet," you promise, somewhat breathlessly. Spencerâs mouth trails lower until heâs pulling your shorts down your legs, leaving you completely naked. He tosses them somewhere on the floor and hooks your legs over his shoulders.Â
"Good." He plants one last kiss to your thigh and the next one lands right between your legs.Â
You regret the need to be silent almost as soon as he drags his tongue over your clit. Itâs not like the two of you have ever had the privilege of making a lot of noise, as the hotel rooms are always so close to each other, but it doesnât make it any easier.Â
Instead you opt to rake your hands through his hair and try to take deep breaths. But he knows exactly what you likeâhe knows starting light and slow, teasing around your most sensitive spot will work you up to the brink of insanity, just like he knows gentle circles make your back arch and elicit the prettiest little moans.Â
"More," you beg, and the hands wrapped around your thighs rub soothingly, reassuring you that if you can just be patient youâll get what you want.Â
He takes your aching clit into his mouth, sucking lightly and youâre forced to clap a hand over your mouth, muffling the sob of pleasure you canât hold back. Spencer keeps it up until youâre practically riding his face, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his tongue when you get too close.Â
"Fuck, please, Spence," you whisper through your fingers, hips rutting in your desperation. Somehow it always ends up like thisâwith him in charge and you begging. Not that you have a problem with it, of course.Â
He hums into you, and if the way his tongue moves back to circling your clit with newfound fervor is any indication, is apparently satisfied with your entreaty.Â
You gasp and try to control your breathy moans, but his mouth feels so good on you that your vision is going out and youâre losing touch with reality ever so slightly. You use the last of your brain power to bite down on the back of your wrist, hoping it adequately muffles the noises you make as you come on Spencerâs tongue and he greedily continues lapping at you. Thereâs really no way of knowingâyour ears are ringing anyway.Â
When you come to a moment later heâs peppering kisses on your thighs, rubbing your hips gently.Â
"So pretty," he murmurs, climbing back up so your lips can meet again. "Everything about you is pretty."
You paw at his shirt, signaling that you want it off as you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue, feel your slippery arousal staining the kiss. Spencer helps you, sitting up briefly to unzip his hoodie and pull off his shirt.Â
Youâre the one to drag him back down, and you notice that he pulls the covers back over the both of you in a sweet gesture he probably didnât even think about.Â
"Need you to fuck me," you beg, reaching down to try and undress him further.Â
"So crude. What happened to my nice, sweet girl?" He mumbles against your neck, but helps you with his pants anyway.Â
"You must have me confused with someone else."
"Doubtful."
You donât have much time to consider what that could mean before heâs running the head of his cock over your clit and youâre gasping into his mouth, saying please like itâs the only word you know.Â
"There she is," Spencer croons, slipping inside you slow enough for you to feel every inch but quick enough for it to expel all the air from your lungs. Once heâs opened you all the way up, impossibly deep and close, youâre seeing stars, barely breathing. His head has dropped to your shoulder but now he drags his lips up your neck and jaw. "We okay?"
Itâs been a while, you realize, since that last case in Maine. He always takes some getting used to. Hardly able to think around the pressure of his cock you nod, trying to string together a few words.Â
"Fuck, I need a second." The words come out choked, but you manage. Spencer rubs your hip, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.Â
"Relax, sweetheart. I donât want to hurt you."
He curses to himself, dropping his head momentarily. Youâre so fucking soft, and warm, and perfect, he canât think straight. But he has to try because he has to take care of you.Â
"Spence," you gasp, failing to verbally communicate the intensity of the physical sensation.Â
"IÂ know, baby," comes his sympathetic coo. "You know you can take me. Deep breaths."
"Mhm," you squeak, trying to take follow his directions and soften your muscles. Spencer keeps rubbing soothingly over your hips, stomach, whatever he can get his hands on, really, pressing kisses all over your face and telling you how good you are, how perfect you feel for him. After a few moments he feels you fluttering around him and experimentally pulls out halfway, before pushing back in equally as slowly. Your jaw drops as he begins to leisurely fuck you, arms wrapping around his back. He gets deeper than you expect every time, rubbing you raw and stretching you out in the most delicious way.Â
"Perfect, baby. Such a good listener, did exactly what I asked."
You cry out when he begins fucking you impossibly deeper, but still so slow and sweet.
"You feel so fucking good for me," he groans. "This is what you were made for, huh?" You agree enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut.Â
"Only for you."
Just three wordsâbut he wasnât expecting to like hearing you say that as much as he does. A strong desire to possess you overtakes himâone that heâll probably have the decency to feel guilty about later, but for now feels fucking fantastic and intoxicating.Â
"Only me?"
You moan an affirmation.Â
"Good. I donât want anyone else fucking you, do you understand me?"
"Yes!"
"Iâm the only one who gets to touch you," he breathes, speeding up ever so slightly, "nobody else is going to feel you like this. Such a good girl, spreading her legs for me at five in the fucking morning. Youâre not doing this for anybody else, baby."
"Uh-uh, please, pleasepleaseplease Spenceâ"
He knows what you need, reaching a hand down between your bodies to rub your clit.Â
You gasp an airy, high pitched curse, hips twitching but unable to escape the near-punishing rhythm of his own. Itâs obvious that your orgasm is close, but you canât even warn him, too overwhelmed with pleasure. He kisses you, swallowing your moans that have probably become just a bit too loud given the whole hotel thing.Â
No words are exchanged between the two of you as you near the finish line for a change, open mouths slipping against each others in what is too messy to be called a kiss. Your orgasm body-slams you, a choked silent scream as you tighten around Spencer and he seems to come at nearly the exact same momentâdeep inside you, slowly rolling his hips in a few more strong thrusts as he finishes.Â
You let out a delayed moan at the sensation of being filled up, still pulsing around him as he comes to a halt, buried inside of you. He drops his head to your neck, and you can feel each breath against your flushed skin. Other than the panting, youâre both silent for a while. Spencer seems to gather himself sooner than you do, finally breaking the quiet.Â
"You okay?"
All you can manage is a little squeak, at which he looses a breathy chuckle. His hand slides to your hip, gently stroking the skin with a thumb.Â
"Need your words, angel girl."
"Iâm okay," you coo into his shoulder, but he has to strain to hear it above his own breathing.Â
"Yeah? Why so quiet?"
But it seems that at least for the moment, heâs gotten all the words he can out of you. When he tries to move, you whimper indignantly, clutching onto him tighter.Â
"I really did a number on you this time, huh?" He laughs when you nod into him. "Are you falling asleep?"
"Mhm," you hum dreamily, little puffs of warm air slowing against his neck.Â
"You can haveâŠ" he cranes his head to check the digital clock, "48 minutes."
"An hour."
He settles his weight on you once more, pressing a chaste kiss to your throat. His voice is low and gentle as he admonishes you.Â
"I said 48 minutes."
But it doesnât matterâyouâre already asleep, or close enough to it. Spencer takes the opportunity to shift you to your side, and the way you wrap around him like a vine even unconsciously makes his heart ache. He really should go nowâthe earlier he gets out of your room the less likely certain complications will ariseâbut how can he possibly leave you like this? A vulnerable, dreamy girl with tangled hair haloing around her on the pillow case, clinging to him with blind trust that heâll watch over her as she sleeps? Noâthereâs no way heâs leaving yet. Instead, he brings you closer. 48 perfect minutes will go by far too quickly, heâs sure.Â
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I have a request for Lando Norris x Sister!reader where she gets cheated on. Pleaseđ«¶đ» I love your writing
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Part 2
Big Brother to the Rescue
The paddock was buzzing with activity, fans cheering and cameras clicking as drivers moved between interviews and meetings. It was a typical race weekendâhectic, thrilling, and intense. But for Yn, none of it seemed to matter.
She walked beside Lando, her older brother, keeping her head down. Normally, she loved being at the Grand Prix. Sheâd tease Lando about his starts, laugh at his banter with the other drivers, and soak in the high-energy atmosphere. But today, her heart felt heavy.
Lando, always in tune with her moods, glanced down at her and frowned. âYouâre too quiet,â he said as they reached the McLaren hospitality area. âThis isnât like you. Whatâs wrong?â
Yn sighed. âI donât want to talk about it.â
That was all it took for Landoâs protective instincts to kick in. âOh, youâre definitely talking about it. Did something happen? Who do I need to fight?â
Yn couldnât help but chuckle lightly at his immediate leap to violence. âItâs nothing. Just...my boyfriend cheated on me.â
Lando froze mid-step. He turned to her, his expression shifting from shock to anger. âHe what?â
âCheated,â Yn repeated, her voice cracking slightly. âWith some girl he met at a party. I found out yesterday.â
Lando clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. âThat absoluteââ He cut himself off, taking a deep breath. âOkay. First of all, you donât deserve that. Second, Iâm going to make sure youâre okay. And third, if I ever see him, heâs toast.â
Yn smiled faintly at his overprotective tone. âThanks, Lan. But I donât think anything can cheer me up right now.â
Lando wasnât having it. âChallenge accepted.â
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Throughout the morning, Lando hovered around her like a mother hen. He brought her tea, her favorite snacks, and even a McLaren hoodie to keep her warm. The other drivers began to notice.
âWhy is Yn so quiet today?â Carlos asked, walking over to where she sat with her tea. âYouâre usually giving Lando a hard time.â
âSheâs going through something,â Lando replied, his tone making it clear the topic was off-limits. He wrapped an arm around Ynâs shoulders and pulled her closer. âBut donât worry. Iâve got this.â
Carlos raised an eyebrow but didnât push further. He ruffled Ynâs hair affectionately before heading off.
A little while later, Charles and Pierre stopped by. âYn, youâre not smiling,â Charles said, crouching down to her eye level. âThatâs illegal. Lando, what have you done?â
âFor once, itâs not my fault,â Lando said, rolling his eyes. âSheâs justâsheâs sad. Leave her alone.â
Pierre, never one to resist a joke, smirked. âDo you need us to scare someone off? Weâre good at that.â
âI can scare people off just fine,â Lando said firmly. âThanks.â
Yn managed a small laugh, which made Charles and Pierre exchange victorious looks.
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Later, when Ollie came by, he took one look at Yn and immediately tried to lighten the mood. âIâve got an idea,â he announced, sitting down beside her. âWhat if I became your new boyfriend? Iâd treat you like a queen.â
Yn laughed for the first time all day, the sound catching Landoâs attention from across the room. He walked over, arms crossed.
âReally, Ollie?â Lando said, glaring at his friend. âThatâs the best youâve got?â
âWhat?â Ollie said, holding up his hands in mock innocence. âIâm just saying, Iâd be an upgrade.â
Yn shook her head, still giggling. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âRidiculous, but effective,â Ollie said, winking at her.
Lando wasnât amused. âStick to racing, mate.â
Ollie shrugged and walked off, leaving Yn smiling. âHeâs an idiot,â she said, leaning her head on Landoâs shoulder.
âTrue,â Lando agreed. âBut if it made you laugh, Iâll allow it.â
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As the day wore on, Lando continued to dote on Yn. He handed her tissues when she teared up, reminded her to drink water, and even skipped a strategy meeting to sit with her in the quiet corner of the hospitality area.
âYou know,â Yn said softly, âyouâre a really good brother.â
âObviously,â Lando replied with a smirk. âBut thanks. And for real, Yn, donât let that guy make you feel like youâre not enough. Heâs the idiot, not you.â
Yn sniffled and smiled up at him. âYouâre the best.â
âDuh,â Lando said, pulling her into a hug. âNow, what do you say we watch the race together? Iâll dedicate my first overtake to you.â
Yn laughed, feeling lighter than she had all day. âDeal.â
By the time the sun set over the paddock, Yn was back to herself, and it was all thanks to Landoâher overprotective, slightly annoying, but always reliable big brother.
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okay okay okay but spencer dating someone who loves books just as much as him if not more and they gone over it and derek is like damn thereâs two of them đđđ
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Spencer literally begged you to bring him lunch today. Not because he is feeling particularly hungry, but because he hasn't seen you in a couple of days, and has missed you like crazy.
And you, lovely as always, couldn't say no to him. Not that you would. You have missed him like crazy, too!
It's almost 1 in the afternoon that you finally come. You have the warm package of food in one hand and in the other something that looks much more heavier.
Spencer spots you immediately as you open the glass door to the bullpen. He goes towards you, and before you can say anything more, Spencer has you in his arms.
He gives you a quick but loving embrace and a soft kiss. It's swift, because he doesn't want to violate the pda workplace rules or anything.
"Hi, handsome," you greet him again, smiling big, "I've missed you."
"I've missed you, too, sweetheart, so ridiculously much," Spencer tells you as he ushers you towards his desk.
He notices the heavier looking bag in your hand, takes both bags instantly from your hands, and raises his brows in question at you. "Did you pack a lunch for a whole army?"
You chuckle, because by the weight of the bag you definitely could have fed a whole armada. Spencer chuckles in return, putting both of the bags on his desks.
You give a still slightly shy nod to all the team members that are currently in the bullpen. Meaning Derek, Emily and JJ.
"I just brought you a lil something," you say sheepishly, pointing at the heavy bag. Spencer eyes the bag with suspicious face while you sit in Spencer's chair, innocent smile on your face.
He opens it, and instantly gasps. "No way. No fucking way, " he beams at you. Eyes sparkling like some kid's in a sweets shop.
Spencer reaches into the bag, and pulls out not one, not two, not even three, but four chunky books. The thickest of them is a book that Spencer's been trying to get for a while now. It sold out everywhere, and by some miracle, you found it in your favourite antique book shop.
"How did you get this? Oh my god," Spencer questions happily, leaning down towards you to peck your lips again.
"It's a secret," you beam back at him. Just happy to see him happy. Spencer drops the book, and goes to hug the life out of you, deciding that the kiss wasn't enough. Squeezing you oh so tightly.
"Spencer, you're gonna break my bones," you chuckle as he finally let's you breath again.
"Sorry, sweetheart. Thank you, I love this so much. I can't wait to get home to read this," Spencer tells you, his eyes softening.
"We can have a reading night then. 'Cause I bought myself one book too........" you start to tell Spencer as you make yourself comfortable at his desk, while he unpacks his lunch.
From a few desks away, Derek murmurs to the girls, JJ and Emily, in amusement, "there's two of them now."
"Maybe we are just seeing double?" Emily jokes. Though she finds you two adorable.
"Remind me to never accept their invitation to a fun night at their place." Derek deadpans, and the girls laugh.
But you two don't seem to notice their amused attention on you. Too interested in the books sitting on Spencer's desk, and too interested in making the book reading plans for your night.
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it's me or ____!
includes : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor.
summary : asking them to choose between you and their favorite thing (lightheartedly).
warnings : gn! reader. possessive! satan (could read a bit yandere, so be wary of that). name calling (in belphegor's).
LUCIFER
his classical music records
Your question was very out of nowhere, and Lucifer doubt you meant it seriously, still his heart dropped when you picked up one of his records and fiddled with it. He chuckles tensely, hands flexing by his side. "You already know the answer, why bother asking?"
You send him a glance, noticing his tense behavior. You look down at the record in your hand, deciding to tease him a little further. "Do I?" You pout, "Are you sure you don't love this piece of vinyl more?"
Lucifer wondered if you were the demon in that moment, as you toy with his beloved heart. When you finally cease your teasing, setting down the record where it belonged, he let out a breath of relief.
Then, with quick strides he walks over to where you are and takes you by the shoulders. "I apologize if it wasn't obvious before, but I should hope you know that I love you more." You smile, confirming you knew this, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. He pulls back and clears his throat. "But I also do really love my records, so please don't scare me like that again..."
MAMMON
grimm
"I can't choose between the two loves of my life?? How do you expect me to choose?" He asks with a pout. You two had just woken up, not even out of bed, when you asked the demon this question. You weren't expecting this response, although you feel a little foolish to not expect this outcome.
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight." You say, rolling over so your back faces him. He lets out another whine, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck.
"Don't be upset," his hot breath tickles your neck. "Grimm lets me spoil ya, y'know. Whenever I buy somethin' I know ya like, and bring it home to ya and see that big ol' smile... How can I not like grimm when it makes such good things happens, hmm?" Well, Mammon is surely very charming, you'll give him that. You peek over at him and he's smiling that smile that has your stomach doing flips.
"Fine... No couch..." You pinch his cheek. "But if I ever ask that question again, the answer better be 'you, darling,' got it?"
"L- Loud and clear!"
LEVIATHAN
his merch collection
"H- Huh!?" Leviathan fell out of his seat at your sudden question. You chuckle quietly at his reddening face. It was a simple question of 'what do you like more, me or all your merch collection' and he's already gotten this flustered.
"Well, I- uhm, well..." He's stumbling over his words, looking around his room. He did really love his all the items he's collected throughout the years, but he also really loved you. Dread settles in his stomach when he realizes just how much he loves you because... is becoming a normie!? Why would he sell every last drop of merchandize for you? He'd give up videogames, anime, fantasy novels, all for you if you truly asked him too.
You watch as he spirals, mumbling to himself. You're a little worried now, poking at him cautiously. He doesn't react. "Uhm, Levi? It was just a joke, you don't have to think so seriously..." You say, before he's sitting back up, staring at you with wide, watery eyes. Shit, you almost felt a little guilty for asking him now.
"I... I love you... More... Yeah." He nods, his face on fire as he takes a nearby figurine and holds it close to his heart. You decide to leave, to let him come to terms with his newfound realization that he, Leviathan, who had sworn off any real connections, has indeed made a connection with someone so profound he'd do anything for them.
It'll take him a while to come to terms with this.
SATAN
enchanted books
"Don't be ridiculous, obviously I love you more than my enchanted books." He rolls his eyes at your question. Was it not obvious how madly in love he was with you? Did he need to be more outright and forthcoming with his affections?
"Yeah, but wouldn't you be sad without your books?" You ask, looking through his bookshelf. Satan's eyes follow your every move, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips as he sneaks up behind you, before wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Well, yes I would be, but life would be much more dull without you by my side." He confesses. "Unfortunately for both of us, I need you more than anything else now." He pulls away slightly, so you can turn around in his arms and give him a pointed look- what does he mean by 'unfortunately'? He can read you easily, and decides to explain. "I just mean I hope you don't plan on leaving anytime soon, I fear I might not be able to let you go."
Placing a light peck on your cheek, Satan pulls back to look into your gaze. "But don't go thinking you can throw away my books now, okay?" You stifle laugh, nodding.
"Wasn't planning on it."
ASMODEUS
new clothes
"I can't believe you would think- obviously I love you more!" Asmo scolds, huffing and puffing at your words. He's offended you would think he loves anything more than you! "Of course I do really enjoy new clothes, but they'd just be boring if I didn't have you to show them off to! or have you to help me accessorizes with, or-" You place your lips on his for a sweet kiss (mostly to stop him from lecturing you).
"Okay, I understand, 'm sorry for asking." Asmo blinks a few times, a little dazed by your kiss (he always is) before crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh no, don't think that'll make me forget." He scoffs, shaking his head. "Do you realize how worried I am now, thinking that you don't feel loved enough?" He sighs dramatically, blowing some hair out of his face. "I think this calls for a date night." He's got a mischievous little twinkle in his eye. "Don't you think?"
"Oh my," So this is what he was getting all worked up for. "I agree, I think I need you to show me just how much you love me~" You coo, playing into his antics. He grins, pulling you close to him.
"Thought so," he hums, nuzzling into you. "I know just the place to go, too. Shall we get ready together?"
BEELZEBUB
burgers
"You... or burgers?" Beel asked, stopping midway to bite into the delicious, juicy burger he ordered. Beel gives you a sad look, and you instantly feel a kick to the gut. You regret asking, his little frown making your heart twist into knots.
"I-" You go to laugh it off, to tell him that you were only messing around, but he cuts in before you're able to.
"I love you more. Really." He finally takes a bite of his burger, which your grateful for, before he's taking your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. "I know I'm not great at showing my feelings... But I'll try better from now on." He says, full of earnest. Oh, your heart is shattering. You lean across the table, cupping his cheeks and giving him a big kiss.
"No, I'm sorry Beel! I know you love me, I was just trying to be silly, 'm sorry I got you so worried!" He seems to relax a little at that- so you were just pranking him? He lets out a shaky breath of relief, that's good to know. Still...
"I see... Well, I will still try to show my feelings more."
BELPHEGOR
his pillow
"Don't be ridiculous," Belphegor huffs at your stupidity, rolling over in his mix of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. "What a stupid question." He shakes his head, "I knew you were dumb but geez..." He peeks a glance at you, before continuing. "Obviously those two things are the same."
You can't see his cheeky, shit-eating grin but you can feel it. You throw a pillow at him, exclaiming "I am not a pillow!" for the umpteenth time. He swats the pillow away, snickering to himself.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever ya say." He snickers, cozying up in his bed, feeling his eyelids grow heavier. "Either way, you're my favorite so... don't get all huffy, 'kay?" Your cheeks grow a little warm at his sleepy confession, and you sneak a little closer to him.
"Belphi-" You let out a shriek as he pulls you into the bed with him, swiftly positioning you both so his head is resting atop of you. You groan, you should've seen this coming. "You brat, let me go."
"Sorry, but I plan on using my favorite pillow- I mean, human, to help me sleep, so quit your yapping, will you?"
#obey me x reader#obey me imagines#obey me headcanons#om x reader#om headcanons#om imagines#omswd x reader#omswd headcanons#omswd imagines#lucifer x reader#mammon x reader#leviathan x reader#satan x reader#asmodeus x reader#beelzebub x reader#belphegor x reader
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Is it casual now?/extra II
One shot; college students drew x reader
Summary: âBaby, no attachments.â yet, youâre at his childhood home, laughing with his parents, bonding with his siblings.Â
Genre: situation-ship, smut, fluff, angst,
Warnings: swearing, sex, light read, etc
â.Ë this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read
â.Ë official one shot, extra I
âĄâžâž "fucked you in the bathroom, when we went to dinner"
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âWhere you going?â
You ask, as Drew stands up. The warmth of his hands caressing your thighs is gone, now running through his hair. âBathroom,â he mumbles, barely meeting your eyes. He walks off, without another glance back at the table.Â
His sour mood is evident, by not only you, but all of your friends.Â
To be fair, he didnât even want to come tonight. He pleaded desperately for you to stay in with him, offering things to you that was ridiculous. Such as, doing your laundry for a month (he doesnât even do his own).Â
But you havenât hung out with all your friends in a long time, and you missed them. So, tonight was non-negotiable with Drew.Â
And he gave up with trying to reason with you, hence, why he decided to join you here, at the nice restaurant. He didnât even make an effort to engage nicely with them, chuckling under his breath at random times and answering questions with short answers. Whenever you were talking, he would purposely distract you by touching you under the table, making it awkward for you and your friends.Â
Drew knows your friends donât like him; thatâs why heâs sour. Thatâs also why he shows up to these hangouts, just to rub it in their faces.Â
âWhy did you invite him?â Lucy groans, after Drew was out of eye sight. Your five other friends of this group nod too, all letting out groans of frustration. âHello, earth to y/n, we. Donât. Like. Him.â
âHe insisted on joining,â you shrug, forcing a smile.Â
âUm, you couldâve insisted on him not joining,â Janet, another friend adds on.Â
Your friend group was filled with weird people with different opinions, but one thing theyâve collectively agreed on was: they hate Drew. âHateâ is a strong word, but that was the only way to describe their feelings towards Drew.Â
Theyâve expressed it a lot of times, so itâs become numb to you.Â
âAre you guys finally together though?â Gary asks, sitting beside you.Â
Oh. Every time they see you, they ask this question.Â
âOf course not,â Lucy answers for you, sending you a cocky grin. One you always disliked, because it made you feel small. âClassmates, huh?â
âA really bad label,â Stacy adds on. Yeah, as if you didnât already know.Â
Great. Now itâs just your whole friend group judging you for being with Drew. Again. The last thing you needed from them.
âI visited his parents,â you aggressively say, stabbing into your food. Hopefully that will convince them Drew is a better person that what they think, right?
Wrong. They all âtskâ in a disappointed manner, shaking their heads. âAndâŠstill classmates?â
âWell, he said I was his best friend,â you stuff the food in your mouth, âTo his family.â
âHe probably had to,â Josh speaks up this time, âand wow, is that the first time he called you his friend?âÂ
You donât miss the sarcasm in his voice, and you send him a glare. He raises his hands in defense, the table laughs.Â
You donât find the humor in this situation. Why were they so judgmental towards the relationship with Drew? Itâs not like heâs the biggest jackass ever. Youâve seen every side there is to Drew, they just donât know him like you do. âCan you guys cut it off?â You say, not trying to hide the annoyance in your voice.Â
âWeâre just joking,â Janet laughs, glancing around, âbesides, weâre worried for you.â
You chew and swallow the food in your mouth, sending her an unappreciative smile, ââworriedâ for me?â
âYes, heâs obviously not⊠well, in love with you,â Janet continues, âwe donât want you with someone who clearly doesnât care for you.â
âHe cares for me,â you defend, furrowing your eyebrows at them. You look around the table, seeing your friends glance down at their food, afraid to meet your eyes. âHe cares for me.â
âSure he does,â Stacy bitterly agrees with you. That tone pisses you off. âMaybe privately, he does, but what about in public? Starting off with the most basic, labels.â
You hate how right your friends are. As rude and mean theyâre being, deep down, you know theyâre right. The âno attachmentsâ thing is bullshit, especially when nothing about the two of you is casual.Â
Five, no close to six months, nothing about that is causal.Â
âThatâŠdoesnât matter,â you murmur. Wrong; it mattered a lot, to everyone and to you. You just hated to admit you werenât as chill or casual as Drew was, how he made everything romantic seem friendly with you.Â
When you look around, everyone is now staring at you pitifully.Â
You didnât like that. That pity stare. Thereâs nothing to be pity of. Bunch of people around the world right now might be having situation-ships too. Nothing to pity. Nothing to be ashamed of.Â
Yeah. Thatâs what you keep brainwashing yourself to believe.Â
âThe girl that he bangs on his couchâ. Yeah. Nothing to be ashamed of.Â
Your phone on the table lights up, and it reads bathroom. now.Â
Drew. âUm, excuse me,â you stand up, excusing yourself to the bathroom.Â
As you slowly get up and walk away, your friends werenât very careful with the volume of their voice. You hear one of them calling you a loser, still hanging around just for a good dick to suck.Â
That must be Janet. Her lonely ass must be jealous.Â
But part of you knew she wasnât wrong. You were a loser. The biggest loser to exist. The loser of losers, if that even is a thing.Â
Casual. Your friends succeeded once again, in making you doubt everything with Drew.Â
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âReally boring, right?â
Drew pulls you in by the waist, a lazy smile on his lips as he stares down at you. He leans against the sink, making you stand between his legs.Â
This restaurant had two bathrooms, each with their own sink inside. So, Drew took full advantage of that.Â
âHmm,â you hum carelessly. You didnât want agree with him; you tried to make this evening nice, but his attitude towards your friends just werenât helping. You keep your gaze around the collar of his jacket, not wanting to meet his eyes.Â
âSomething wrong?â He asks, playfulness still hinted in his words. His hand rub circles around your waist, as he tries to make eye contact with you, bending his head down to your level.Â
You advert your gaze even more, now focusing on the bracelet around his wrist. Now that you think about it, he always has this on, since the day you got it for him.Â
Was that casual to do? To keep the bracelet on at all times.Â
âLook at me, would you?â Drewâs tone turns serious, and he pinches the side of your waist harshly.
You flinch, finally looking up at him. You meet his blue eyes, a mix of concern and something else that you canât read. His raised eyebrows tell you that he wants you to talk, to tell him whatâs on your mind.Â
Should you? But, where do you even start? With his attitude tonight, or with your friendâs comments? Or with this whole casual thing, which is basically the beginning to it all.
Your lips pout on its own, resting your hands around his wrist. âThat was uncalled for,â you murmur, looking down at his bracelet again.Â
âWhat was?â Drewâs pinch one your waist is more soft this time, wanting to get the words out of you.Â
âDoing that,â you say, playing with his chained bracelet. Shit. Youâre gonna say it. Youâre gonna call him out for his behavior. âBeing rude to my friends.â
A scoff escapes Drew. He then brings his hand up to your face, forcing you to look up at him. Like second nature, you lean your face into the palm of his hand, waiting for him to explain himself. âBabe, your friends were the rude ones.â
The feeling inside your stomach is indescribable. The nickname sends you butterflies, but the words that follow don't.Â
âHow?â You ask, crossing your arms. Â
He licks his lips, squinting his eyes at you. âIt was so fucking obvious.â
âWas it?âÂ
âYes- yes, it was,â Drew straightens his posture, taking his hands off you. The warmth of him is gone, now with the presence of a man trying to explain his reasonable case of being bratty. âThey asked loaded questions to me this whole night.â
You furrow your eyebrows, thinking hard to the stuff they asked Drew. Shit. They were. Your friends didnât even trying to hide their discontent with him tonight.Â
âThey hate me,â he adds on, âCâmon, I leave the table for like, a few minutes, and they talked shit, right?â
The way he looks at you; he challenges you to disagree with him. But you couldnât; he was right. Your friends hate him, making you constantly doubt whatever this was with Drew.Â
âWasnât all shit,â you lie, sending him the smallest smile ever.Â
Drew makes the âtskâ sound, shaking his head as he gives you a tired smile. âWhat they say then?â He asks, leaning back against the sink again.Â
His eyes look at you in anticipation, biting down on his lips.Â
You do not want to tell him what they said. It was rude, and although it was about Drew, it affected you more than it should have. The seeds of doubt are always planted by your friends, they never put you at ease with this relationship.Â
You give him a lazy smile, snaking your arms around his neck. You lean in close to him, a seductive look in your eyes. âDoes it matter? They talk shit, all they ever do.â
Drewâs lips slightly part, and he glances quickly down at your lips. A smile appears, âI see what youâre doing. Youâre distracting me.â
You shrug lightly, before planting a small kiss on his jaw. âIs it working?â
You hear a chuckle escape from him, and his hand wraps around the back of your head. His eyes keep bouncing between your lips and eyes, smiling from ear-to-ear, âannoyingly so, you minx.â
Without another comment, Drew kisses you, soft and slow.Â
You return the kiss, escalating into a whole make-out session.Â
You hate how your body reacts to him; feeling a pool of wetness form between your legs. Fuck.Â
Something pokes against your lower stomach, and you pull away from Drew. You glance down; heâs erected. âShit,â you curse, as his hands slide down your body. He squeezes your ass, burying his face into your neck as he breathes the skin there.Â
âIâŠI canât go back to the table like this,â he murmurs, referring to his erection.Â
You watch as his back rises and falls, through the sink mirror. Even with this thick white jacket he has on, you can tell his breathing has sped up. Your lips form a straight line, running your hands through his short hair.Â
In the bathroom? Right in the middle of dinner? It was highly inappropriate.Â
Wrapping your hands around his face, you pull him up to meet his eyes. He looks at you pleadingly, lips parted with drool on the corner of his lips.Â
Fuck. How is one suppose to say no to that look? He looked as if he physically needed you; needed you to calm the⊠âgrowingâ in his pants.Â
âTen minutes,â you tell him, which immediately lights the spark in his eyes. He looks like a puppy! You smile at that thought, as he straightens himself, switching your positions.Â
âTen minutes? Enough for two rounds,â he teases, lifting you to sit on the sink.ïżœïżœ
âNo! One round,â you say, which gets cut off by Drew kissing you again. As much fun as two rounds sound, the longer you linger in here, the more obvious it is that the two of you are fucking.Â
He groans into your mouth, spreading your legs to stand between them. His hands move fast into your dress, slipping your underwear off. The cold surface of the sink hits your thighs and pussy, adding to the heat growing within you.Â
Drew trails his kisses down your neck, as your hands work on undoing his belt.Â
You moan when he sucks on the sweet-spot around your neck, the belt dropping onto the floor with a hard thud. âDrewâŠâ you moan out, messy hands tugging his hair as he continues to form hickeys around your neck.Â
You want to run your hands around his stomach, chest, abs. But the jacket he has on prevents that, being zipped up the whole way. This jacket looked great on him, but would look better on the floor.Â
Your hands fidget with the zipper, tugging with no luck of it moving.Â
Drew pulls away from your neck, a chuckle escaping, âbabe, gently.â
His hands overlaps yours, guiding you to pull the jacket zipper down. It reveals that he isnât wearing anything inside; a feast to your eyes. âIs that why you refused to take this off?â You ask, referring to before the dinner started.
âI was invited last minute,â he shrugs the jacket off, as if it wasnât his fault for the improvised outfit.Â
âRight, but you werenât invited,â you remind him, when he insisted on joining you when you were leaving, throwing on a random outfit nearby. You were busy putting your heels on, so you couldnât see the moment when he got dressed. You didnât even know he owned a jacket like this.Â
âMmhm,â his mind was elsewhere, attaching his lips to yours again. Sloppy and more lustful this time, as your hands wander around his body. Itâs hot under your touch; his abs flexing as you run your hands over them.Â
His hand grips onto your thigh, before moving closer to your heat.Â
When the warmth of his fingers hit your pussy, you moan loudly into his mouth.Â
âShit,â he chuckles, âweâre in public, babe.â
The tip of your ears heat up too, from the embarrassment and realization that youâre in public, most likely having people hear you from the other side of the door. âSorry,â you murmur, burying your face into his neck.Â
Drew sticks two fingers into your hole, and starts thrusting at a faster speed than usual. Your breathing becomes uneven, as you try to tone down your moans.Â
Drew wasnât having it easy either, as you hear low grunts escaping him. âFuck,â he curses, adding another digit, âyouâre tight tonight.â
âJust fuck me already,â you manage to say, hands gripping on his biceps. Surely, this was enough foreplay, right?Â
He chuckles again, this time at your impatience. He pulls his fingers out of you, his hands going to the back pocket of his jeans.Â
The familiar gold packaging comes out, and his hands skillfully rip them open.Â
ââŠcouldnât put on a shirt but bought a condom with you?â Laughter escapes you, as you watch him unzip his pants.Â
He glances up at you, and when he sees you smiling ear-to-ear, he canât help but match you, âwasnât gonna show up totally unprepared, right?â
You laugh again; what an unbelievable guy. âShirtâs optional but condom a must. Got it.â
Drew lets his pants and boxers hang around his knees, his cock standing proud. The sight immediately wipes the smile off your lips, gulping as you imagine it stuffed inside you.Â
âThe chances of fucking you wherever and whenever is high,â Drew says, wrapping the condom around his dick.Â
He looks up at you, seeing your gaze fixed on his hard cock. A smirk helps themselves to his lips, as his hands tug on your waist. An idea flashes in his mind as he looks over your shoulder, at the big sink mirror.Â
âGet off,â his voice brings you back, looking at him with confused eyes now. âCâmon, trust me.â
You let him bring you back onto the ground, before flipping you over. You see both your reflections in the mirror, your back hitting his chest, his dick poking your upper ass.Â
When you meet his eyes through the mirror, you understand where this was going.Â
âWatch yourself while I destroy your fucking pussy, hmm?â
Oh. Oh. Was it possible to be turned on by words?Â
Drew lifts up your dress, revealing your wet core. You hold onto the sink for support, grip getting tighter when you feel Drewâs tip against your entrance.Â
Then, he slips in, going deep until itâs completely nestled inside you.Â
âFuck,â you moan, glancing up at Drew. He sends you a smirk, enjoying this too. His hand goes to your stomach, and he lifts you backward, resting against his chest again.Â
âGrip my hair, and keep your eyes open, alright?â His voice drops low, one hand moving to knead your breasts.Â
You nod, bringing your hands behind you; one tugging gently around his hair, another around his arm thatâs supporting you.Â
He starts to thrust into you, rather roughly and fast. âShit,â you moan, the sensation sending you to outer space. With his thick cock slamming into you, his hands roaming your body, your hands running through his short hair, it feels euphoric.Â
Your eyes can barely stay open, as you look at the reflection in the mirror. Drew leaves a trail of sloppy kisses along your shoulder, which sends goosebumps to your skin.Â
You watch as one of his hand slips between your thighs, starting to massage your pussy. âFuck,â you moan, louder than you should be. You couldnât help it, the pleasure was extraordinary.Â
He kisses your earlobe, âiâknow baby, but keep it down, alright?â
âY-yeah,â it barely comes out, as the thrusts and massages to your core intensifies. The familiar knot in your stomach forms, informing you that youâre close. âDrewâŠâ
His pace doesnât stop, and when you lean your head back on his shoulder, he goes harder, âclose?â
You nod with any energy left, and Drew uses his free hand to lift your face up again. He kisses your cheek, âuse your words.â
You flutter your eyes open, looking at the two of you in the mirror. It was extremely hot, to see Drew filling you up, his hands all around you. The mirror starts to fog up a little, with all the grunting and pressure filling in here.Â
âIâm coming,â you force out, and meet Drewâs gaze in the mirror. His blue eyes meet yours, seething with lust.Â
You clench around him, your hand going around Drewâs, which is massaging your pussy. He stops massaging, and he intertwines your hands together. The stickiness doesnât bother you; why should it?
âFuck,â he groans, his thrusts to your g-spot growing sloppy.Â
You tilt your head sideways, and you give him a quick kiss, which sends you over the edge. Your orgasm explodes inside of you, cum dripping out and over Drewâs cock.Â
Body giving up, you lean completely against Drew, as he helps himself to his. His cock twitches, and you feel the familiar hot liquid filling up.Â
Both of you are breathing heavily, euphoria radiating off your bodies. Fuck. This might just be one of the best fucks youâve had with Drew. But in a public restroom? Who wouldâve thought.Â
âYouâre so hot,â he compliments, before planting a small kiss on the side of your face.Â
You giggle at that stupid comment, looking at him through the mirror; Heâs got a playful smile on his lips, looking at you with smitten eyes. âYouâre great with your words.â
He chuckles, his hands tapping against the side of your waist, signaling you to move. You use the energy left inside of you, helping him slip out. Leaning against the sink, you watch as Drew grabs tissues to wipe your core, then throwing his condom away.Â
After that, he grabs your underwear on the floor. You get yourself dressed, him doing the same thing.Â
âLook, onlyâŠonly seven minutes passed,â Drew comments with a sly smile on his lips, showing you his watch.Â
You roll your eyes, your lips betraying you by forming a smile. âCocky much?âÂ
He puts his jacket back on, the last piece of clothing. âWell, you've definitely enjoyed the taste of it.â
You hit his chest playfully, his remark sending butterflies to your stomach. He laughs, zipping his jacket only halfway. Your eyebrows furrow at his exposed chest that pierces through the top; and you reach for the zipper.Â
Drew stays in place, and you feel his gaze on the top of your head, his hot breath hitting you. You ignore the tension that pulls; when youâre done, you pat his chest, âall done, buddy.â
ââBuddyâ?â Thereâs a hint of amusement in his tone, eyes squinting down at you.Â
You send him a soft smile, seeing him glance down at your lips. âWhat?â
âCall me buddy one more time,â his hands wrap around your waist, and he leans closer to you, âand youâll get it.â
His dirty and challenging tone sends shivers down your spine, something you find yourself liking a bit too much. The pit of your stomach yells at you at how hypocritical Drew was being right now, but you ignore it.Â
And just because itâs fun, you lean into his ear, and whisper, âbest buddy ever.â
Tickles are sent to the side of your body, making you jump and melt into his arms. You laugh uncontrollably; Drew knew you were ticklish, using it to his full advantage.Â
âStop! Stop!â You yell between laughter, your legs ready to give up.Â
âDonât call me that then,â he stops tickling you, grip on you tight to make sure you donât fall. He kisses the tears of laughter from the corner of your eyes, âI donât like it.â
âNoted,â you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck. You glance down at his lips, and he does the same to yours.Â
Drew gives you the look; he wants to kiss you.Â
And you let him, closing your eyes and feeling his lips against yours.Â
Is it still casual if you kissed me like itâs the last time you ever will? You hate how this thought appears in your mind again, haunting you.Â
You pull away, the pressure of it getting overwhelming. âLetâs head back, yeah?â
âWe have to?â His eyes stay glued to your lips. âYou know, We couldâŠwe could just leave.â
You furrow your eyebrows at him, âno!â
âSay you got plans tomorrow morning,â he shrugs, âIâll say it for you, if you canât-â
You cross your arms, looking up at him. âWhy would I leave early?â
Drew parts his lips, and he brings his hand up to your elbow. He rubs the area there in soft circles, a playful look in his eyes, ââŠgrab some froyo?â
You drop your arms, looking at him disappointedly. When he saw that, he hurriedly adds, âand I got errands to run. Really.â
You contemplate in your mind about this; ditching this dinner to hang out privately with Drew? Yeah, that sounded like something fun. It must be better than staying awkwardly, having your friends judge Drew.Â
Casual. Casual, casual, casual. Some casual froyo with Drew, and maybe ending up with sex in his dorm room.Â
Yeah. Seemed like things people whose âcasualâ would do.Â
âFine. Youâre treating me though,â you unlock the door, walking out the bathroom.Â
âI always treat you,â you hear him murmur behind you, following closely behind as you two walk back to the table.Â
You interrupt the conversation theyâre having, grabbing your purse from your seat. They look at your questionably, before their gaze lands sourly on Drew behind you. âiâve got something, tomorrow morning, so weâre heading off,â you try sounding apologetic, âsorry to leave this early.â
âOh, um, okay,â Lucy glances between the two of you, âtext us when you get home.â
âYeah, sorry,â you apologize again, before your friends wave goodbye to you. You donât miss the hateful looks they leave on Drew, as they tell you to take care until the next time you guys meet.Â
After that, you and Drew leave the restaurant, letting the doorman do his job of getting a taxi.Â
A warmth around your hand catches you by surprise; Drew holds your hand, pulling you closer to him. You look down at the holding of hands; then back up at him. Heâs staring down at his phone, scrolling through his insta feed.Â
Holding hands. Something very casual to do, apparently.Â
âWhat are you watching?â You ask, leaning on his shoulder.Â
He laughs, showing you the screen. Itâs a video of a monkey pointing towards the glass, which has different play-doughs lined along it.Â
You donât get the humor in it, but you smile, because it makes Drew smile.Â
The two of you stand there, watching different posts on his phone until the taxi arrives.Â
Your mind finds it strange how âcasualâ you two are.Â
Because, in the bottom of your heart, you werenât so sure if this was casual anymore. Along the way, the lines of âno attachmentâ seemed to have blurred. Blurred to the point of no return.Â
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ÖŽ àŁȘđ€ a/n: goddamn, i would fall for this toxic relationship too T_T
sry for not posting lately, i got very busy lately! i promise you, flashing lights 6 & not a big deal pt4 is coming sooooon. but hope you enjoyed this extra, and also, thx for blowing up the halloween special, was NOT expecting that. thank you sm! your lovely comments inspire me to write these fics!
btw, watched obx s4, and the ending broke me T_T like tffff
#drew starkey#drew starkey imagine#drew starkey x reader#fiction#angst#drew starkey x you#fluff#smut#oneshot#situationships#light reading
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â©â§âË I HOPE NOBODY CATCH US !! .
(but i kinda hope they catch us, anyway)
#pairing : lucifer, adam, alastor, vox x gn reader
#cw: suggestive content, +18 mdni, cuss words lmao, getting caught in suggestive situations ig?? tentacles on alastors part my bad, vox likes to get caught.
#notes: guys please feel free to ask requests, iâm getting out of ideas and i don't know what you all wanna read on my blog help.
PART ll
Ë Ë àŒâ¶ LUCIFER .
you both were having a pretty steamy make-out session in your hotel room at the hazbin hotel, clearly not the best idea since everyone was still at the hotel, and HELL does lucifer gets loud.
"ah-, my love, " he whines loudly, pressing his forked tongue deep inside you. feeling him humping against your bedsheets as you wrap your legs around his neck, you knew he was close. "lucifer, you make me feel so gooood~" you moaned, grabbing his horns as you felt like your orgasm was soon to come.
well, nobody warned you how SENSITIVE this man was when someone touched his horns; his wings literally popped out in a second. "fuck, fuck, iâm so close (name); can i cum, honey ? please i-"
a door opened, making lucifer wrap his wings around you both. "(name), i heard some noises. is everything alri-" well, this was akward. "IMSOSORRYISHOULDHAVEKNOCKED" she said, embarrased, closing the door, leaving you and lucifer with a flushed red since you both literally got caught, by HIS daughter WHILE having an orgasm.
after that 'accident' charlie started knocking every time she entered your dorm, and apologised to you many times.
Ë Ë àŒâ¶ ADAM .
adam can be very tiring sometimes when keeping his hands to himself, he would literally fuck you anywhere so everyone could see who makes you feel so fucking good if you would just let him, but of course you wouldnât allow something like that.
except for today, you and adam had a meeting with the other angels so you wouldnât have guessed that your husband had already been planning on how to convince you to do not-so-holy-things to skip the meeting.
until, you started noticing how touchy he was getting with you, at the beginning it was a playfully kiss on your neck then a slap in you ass and somehow you ended up giving him a blowjob.
"youâre so hot when you shut the fuck up" he said, smirking while gripping your hair tightly to make you go deeper. "fucking bitch, sucking it while having you on your knees, as you fucking should 'cause im the original dick, babe!" letting him talk to you like that reeallyy turned him on, just the thought of you being so obedient to him makes him want to cum.
"what the fuck" a voice made you both turn, noticing a lute with a very disgusted look in her face cursing at you both for being so reckless.
sadly this wasnât the first time lute walked in on you both, so she just left LMAO.
Ë Ë àŒâ¶ ALASTOR .
alastor tries to have the least amount of physical contact during such activities, so it wasnât a rare occasion for you to finger yourself, while listening to his voice telling you what to do.
you didnât really know if it was because you were bored, or you were just horny, but you had the urge to have some intimacy with alastor. he didnât mind because it had been a long time since you both had some intimacy.
"you have been such a good partner, my dearâ he praised, smirking widely like he always did. "I think it would only be fair if i give you something in return."
well, that was 15 minutes ago, and now here you were feeling his tentacles thrusting into you so roughly. alastor would only chuckle at your expressions while ocassionaly telling you to touch yourself as he wanted. seeing you trying to get some release made his bulge twitch inside his pants.
well, at least it made it twitch until someone interrupted you both, making your partner disappear the tentacles who were just inside you a few seconds ago.
angel dust was the one who accidentaly walked in on you both, and alastor told him if he ever talked or made jokes about what happened he would transmite his screams on his radio broadcoast. angel dust still teases you though.
Ë Ë àŒâ¶ VOX .
vox actually wants you both to get caught, like he really has no shame at all. he loves fucking you if it means that you both might get caught in the act.
sadly, you canât even recall how you ended up with him having you bend over his desk right before a meeting with the VEES.
surely, you both could have stopped if you wanted, but why would you even consider that when heâs literally vibrating just in the right spot, making you fuzzy from the overstimulation.
"fuck, yeah" your boyfriend's voice is shaky as he keeps thrusting in you, seeing how his cum rolls down your thighs, makes him increase his pace. "you really want us to get caught, donât you, babe? squeezing me around as if i would even think about fucking pulling it out" he says chuckling with a slight glitch on his voice. "ah- vox, itâs too much i-" vox slapped your ass, making you yelp from pleasure as you were feeling so overwhelmed.
both of you being so close to your orgasm, didnât noticed when velvette and valentino entered the room until velvette shouted at you both for fucking like animals, and not waiting until being in a more private place, alongside her was just a valentino smirking, while being dragged by velvette. valentino would have been glad to accept the offer if you would have invited him though.
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Pen Pal Price Part Twođ«§đ
nsfw ahead so Iâll cut it off at that pointâŠreader is also described as chubby below because I am so they are too lol.
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His voice startles you to the point where you visibly flinch, itâs nothing like how you imagined it to be. First of all, you didnât know he was British. The accent that wraps around his words so sharply is one you recognise but canât quite put your finger on in this moment.
His voice is deep, rumbles out somewhere from within his chest. It vibrates through the phone and through you. For him your honeyed voice drips into him like the sweetest summer wine.
âSound so pretty.â You hear him mutter, barely a whisper but definitely something he was trying to hide. Your cheeks burn as you blush hard, your bottom lip caught between your teeth while you think of what to say to the man youâve been writing to for weeks on end.
So many words exchanged and yet now youâre at a loss. Canât think properly, it begs the question; how will you react when you meet in person?
âI havenât got long, I guess nowâs the time I tell you what I do for a living.â He chuckles lightly and you wish you could see his face while he does.
âSounds intriguing.â You frown though your face is still smile stricken.
âOh you bet it is love. Very dangerous, rough. I donât think youâd want to hear about it.â
âExcuse me good sir, I live for danger. Did I not tell you how I dangerously painted the spare bedroom the other day? Though I donât think it went well.â You joked looking over at the room that was half done and had paint streaks pointing in all different directions.
âAre you doubting your mad painting skills?â Your heart soared at the joke, at his laugh, just all of this. Being able to speak to him properly, being able to communicate more easily without waiting a whole week for his response to arrive by post. Shifting through the mail everyday desperate to read his words. You hadnât felt this happy in years.
âMaybe just a little.â Thereâs a pause, and you think you hear some background chatter, something about unit leaving and someone definitely says captain, âmaybe you could help me?â
âI definitely will.â He doesnât hesitate with his answer, itâs so sure and so final. It says a lot about him. Youâre desperate to know more. âIâm sorry love, Iâve got to go. Iâll call you tomorrow? Same time?â
And he does, you lunge for the phone practically jumping through the air to answer him. You chat about useless things, have silly little conversations about everyday life. There are days when you think itâs his day off work, those days he stays on the phone to you for hours. Those days are your favourite.
He tells you about the new book he got and even reads you a few chapters while you cook dinner, he makes you promise to cook him a meal sometime. You donât hesitate to agree.
Again he loves the domesticity of it all, how prefect you are in his eyes, though his ocean blues havenât actually seen you yet. What a perfect little wife you would make. He knows itâs far too soon to think about things like that but he cannot help himself.
The way you fly away with yourself, talking about what youâre doing that day or joking about something you saw on tv or giggling about the cupcakes you were making because the icing went wrong making what you piped look like pigs instead of the unicorns you were going for, for you nieceâs birthday party.
He listens with his eyes closed, dreaming of the day he comes back from deployment. The day he comes back to you, to home smelling of freshly baked goods. His pretty lady waiting for him all smiles and giggles. He wishes.
âUm..â you pause unsure, wondering what if he says no.
âWhat is it love?â He asks so worried. So ready to fix any problem you throw his why. Once again though you hesitate and once more he encourages you, âCome on pretty lady, tell me. Whatâs up?â You let the nickname youâve reprimanded him about numerous times slide with what youâre about to ask.
âD-Did you want t-to video call?â He grins at how fucking adorable you are. The way you stutter just asking a simple question like that. He bites back a groan at the way he stiffens in his trousers. Dirty old man.
âI would love to.â He of course then had to explain he had a flip phone. You laughed hard at him and said he would need a smartphone. You had no idea he would go and buy one just to video call you with. Another thing you reprimand him for, spending his hard earned money so easily like that. His little lady nagging him, and all he does is smile at the sound. He loves it.
Your heart hammers in your chest as the phone rings. A lot like the first time he called you. You had talked him through the set up and helped him understand what an app is and how to call on text on a smart phone. And finally, you told him how to video call. Which app to press, you were just explaining how it works when your phone begins to buzz with âJohnđ is FaceTime youâ popping up on the screen. Your number of course being the first one he added.
You canât help but feel nervous, checking you look semi okay on the screen before pressing the green answer button. Then your breath is knocked out of you so hard you actually choke, John fussing about getting some water and breathing for him goes in one ear and out the other. You canât look away from him even as you catch your breath.
Heâs nothing like you pictured and yet heâs perfect.
He looks like the kind of man you picture when you read romance novels and the kind of man that sneaks into the dreams that have you waking up hot under the collar and panties sticking to you uncomfortably. The little description of himself you asked for certainly did not do him justice.
âHi love.â
âHi John.â
âFuck youâre gorgeous.â Even though you frown, you canât stop a smile from splitting your face.
Youâve got chubbier cheeks and thicker thighs than most girls, something youâre insecure about and john can tell. But fuck you look gorgeous to him. Over the next few weeks John catches on to just how badly you feel about your body image, the way you put yourself down in favour of supermodels, the way you wear oversized clothing to cover yourself up. He finds himself grumbling, hating it each second more than the last.
He understands how badly beauty culture has fucked over women who are genuinely beautiful but are made to feel like theyâre nothing. He gets it, he does. But he certainly doesnât agree. Especially not with you. He finds himself dreaming of those squishable cheeks of yours, the way youâre so soft around the edges, he can tell.
You completely did him in last Monday, itâs the middle of winter for goodness sake, how did he know that youâd be wearing shorts when he FaceTimed you. Gym shorts that hugged your plump ass so fucking perfectly, that flashed your thick thighs to him. Christ, heâs been thinking about those pretty thighs all week long. When heâs running drills, your thighs are on his mind. When heâs planning out a mission with his unit, your thighs are on his mind. And when heâs alone at night with his hand wrapped around his swollen cock, your thighs are on his mind.
He canât stand it anymore, itâs been agonising with how busy heâs been not calling you, not seeing you or hearing your voice. No knowing what youâve been up to or how your day has gone. He calls and he praises the Lord above for bringing you to him, when you answer. A prayer on his lips, a beg for you to become his wife one day when youâre there smiling in the cutest silk pyjama set heâs ever seen. It hugs you exquisitely, showing off your rounded edges and all John can think about is how he canât wait to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of your tummy.
Youâre clearly fresh out the shower or bath with your damp hair and freshly wash face, but Johnâs never seen anything more beautiful in his life, in fact he tells you so. You havenât felt your cheeks burn the way they did then, well maybe one other occasion.
âLove?â
âYes John?â
âWould you like to meet me for coffee tomorrow? At that cafe you like?â Heâs hopeful when he asks, you can not only hear it in his voice but see it in his face. âIâm in the area for work and have a few days where Iâm free and Iâd love to see you.â
You canât recall a time in your life where all you did was smile, but since you found John, you donât remember what not smiling all the time was like. You donât remember anything other than how happy he makes you. So you take a breath, you muster up the courage and say yes.
âIâd love to see you too John. Just tell me what time and Iâll be there.â
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lando x reader. for his grifriends gift, he makes her a scrapbook of their whole relationship and at the end it is very cute. He can be a creative person sometimes.
The scrapbookâ Lando Norrisâs x reader
Word count â 609
Fluff
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You had always known Lando was a bit of a creative soul, but you never expected something like this.
It was your birthday, and Lando had been teasing you for weeks about your present. He was being unusually secretive about it, and despite his playful banter, you couldnât shake the feeling that something special was in store.
When the day finally came, Lando showed up at your door with a wrapped box that seemed oddly light. Your curiosity piqued, you eagerly pulled the wrapping paper off, revealing a beautifully crafted scrapbook. The cover was simple but elegant, with a soft leather binding and âOur Storyâ written in gold lettering. You raised an eyebrow.
âOpen it,â he said, a little shy but with that signature smirk of his.
You did as he asked, carefully flipping open the first page. There, in the center, was a photo of the two of you at the very beginning of your relationship: an impromptu selfie at an airport after he had surprised you with a spontaneous weekend getaway. Under the picture, Lando had written, âThe start of something amazing.â
As you turned the pages, you found yourself lost in a beautiful collage of memories: pictures, ticket stubs, little notes, and mementos that documented every step of your journey together. There was a picture from your first date at a tiny café, the two of you laughing with your cheeks flushed. A concert ticket from the night he took you to see your favorite band. Your first vacation together: a selfie on a beach with a sunset in the background, both of you wearing matching sunglasses.
Each page was filled with more than just photos. Lando had handwritten little captions and anecdotesâhis thoughts from that moment in time, or an inside joke only the two of you understood. There was a picture from a random Sunday morning, where you were sitting on the couch, both in mismatched pajamas, completely comfortable in each otherâs presence. Underneath, Lando had written, âI love how we can do nothing together and still have the best time.â
You couldnât help but smile, your heart swelling with each turn of the page. You had never known how much of a sentimental side Lando had, how much he valued the moments that made your relationship uniquely yours.
And then, at the very end, you came across a final picture. It was of the two of you, sitting on a park bench, watching the stars. You had no idea who took the picture, but the moment captured the perfect stillness of a shared evening. Below it, Lando had written:
âThis is just the beginning, and thereâs so much more I want to share with you.â
Your eyes welled up a little as you finished reading, and you looked up to find Lando watching you, a soft smile on his lips.
âI didnât know you were such a softie,â you teased, wiping away a stray tear.
Lando chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in that endearing way he always did when he was a little embarrassed. âI may not always show it, but youâre everything to me. I wanted this gift to remind you of that. Of us. Everything weâve already experienced and everything thatâs still to come.â
You smiled, your heart full, and you leaned forward to kiss him gently. âThank you, Lando. This is the best gift Iâve ever gotten.â
He grinned, wrapping his arms around you. âIâm glad you like it. Now⊠any chance I can get a bonus gift for making you cry?â
You laughed, playfully swatting his arm. âNot a chance, mister. But Iâll think about it.â
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eddie x shy!reader , she asks him on a date by giving him tickets to a concert and he thinks its a joke til she walks away feeling rejected & he realizes sheâs like dead serious & goes up to her
thanks for your request! i sorta broke my own heart with this one â the one where eddie rejects you and immediately regrets it (shy!reader, hurt/comfort, 2.6k)
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Robin tells you that heâs nice. She says he wonât turn you down because he loves Mötley CrĂŒe too much and heâs called you pretty too many times. Robin Buckley is many things â a dork, a polyglot, and your best friend, to name a few â but sheâs never been a liar.
She wouldnât lead you to the slaughter that way. She wouldnât just let you get your heart broken. More than anything, though, she knows Eddie far better than you do â partly because sheâs actually able to talk to him.
So despite your lingering worry, you swallow her words like a shot of vodka and maneuver helplessly through the bustling crowd of the Hawkins High lunchroom.
Eddie Munson sits alone at the Hellfire Club table â the smallest one in the very back corner by the large square window.Â
Instead of eating a real meal (even though the hamburgers might be horse meat instead of cow), the boy eats crumbled-up pretzels from a worn ziplock bag. He pinches them into his mouth blindly because his chocolate syrup gaze is trained on the well-loved book folded in his left hand.Â
J.R.R Tolkienâs, The Hobbit.
It makes you smile softly to yourself. You hope one day youâll have the courage to tell him youâve read that book so many times you could recite it in your sleep. You hope that day comes soon.
âEddie?â you call softly to him when you reach his table. Your sweaty fingers fidget with the concert tickets you clutch between them.
He just thinks he hears his name at first. Itâs barely audible over the sounds of muddled chatter in the cafeteria. He glances up from his book, not expecting anyone to be there, and gaping when he finds you standing in front of him.Â
His cinnamon eyes go wide. The boy blinks owlishly at you once, then flits his eyes behind you like heâs expecting to see someone there. When he doesnât, he blinks at you again.Â
âHiâŠâ you waver with a trembling smile.
Eddie grins back, still obviously confused. ââŠHi?â
âI, uh⊠I donât know if you heard, butâ well, obviously you heard, thatâs⊠thatâs stupid,â you laugh at yourself, shaking your head with your eyes squeezed shut. Youâre already stumbling all over yourself, and you havenât even managed a full sentence yet.
âMötley CrĂŒe is coming to Indianapolis in a few days, and a friend of mine was selling tickets, so I bought them. For us. Potentially. You know, if you wanted to⊠to go⊠With me.â
Your offer lingers and hangs in the air between the two of you.
A smile quirks at the right side of Eddieâs pink mouth. It isnât a kind one, though. It looks more cynical than anything else.
His head juts back. Heâs almost peering at you from the corner of his eye as though you were some suspicious thing he needed to analyze. A laugh sputters from his lips. âDid Buckley put you up to this? Is that what this is?â
Your faltering smile fades entirely. Your features crumble in disappointment.
This worse he could say is no, Robin had told you.Â
You hadnât prepared yourself for this.
ââŠWhat?â you wonder, voice fragile like a wilting flower petal.
Eddie chuckles to himself. He sets the book down to give you his full attention, though youâre not sure you want it anymore. âYou know, I knew she was upset about me trying to set her up with Vickie and all, but this is a⊠whole new low.â
âVickieâŠ?â you murmur through a tightening throat, brows pinched in confusion. âI donât understandââ
âLook, sweetheart⊠Tell Robin that this was a real funny joke, but Iâm not interested, alright?â
Your chest aches with an empty feeling. You think your heart might be breaking. âJâJoke?â
ââActually, tell her that this was very not metal of her, and that I will get my vengeance,â Eddie says with a sardonic laugh deeply rooted in his chest. His smile looks almost like he pities you as he shakes his head, eyes twinkling with pessimism. âIâm sorry she sent you to do her dirty work, but⊠You should probably go now. This is, you know, the Hellfire Club table and everything, soâŠâ
You swallow thickly, then nod.
Eddie doesnât want you here. Eddie doesnât want you at all.
âIâmâ Iâm sorry if IâŠâ The words get caught in your throat. You clear it and blink back burning tears. âI was just⊠I thought that maybeââ
âEddie!â a boyish voice calls from across the cafeteria, only halfway drowned out through all the noise. A group of guys in Hellfire shirts walk towards the table.
You take that as your cue to leave. You donât want to burst into tears in front of your crush and all of his friends.
âIâm sorry,â is all you manage to choke out before turning on your heel and walking away.
Heâd been smiling up until that point â like it was all a big joke to him â because it was.Â
The girl heâs been fawning over since junior year comes out of nowhere with tickets to see one of his favorite bands? That was the kind of shit he dreamt about â the kind of plan only someone as vicious as Robin Buckley could concoct to hurt his feelings. And after spending so many years being the brunt of bullies, Eddie was tired of being embarrassed.
And at first, he thought you were just a really good actor. You did look almost genuinely confused when heâd snuffed out the plan so quickly. But those wide, glassy eyes you looked at him with â he doesnât know if a person can fake that sort of heartbreak. That looked real.
Eddie had been close to commending himself for not letting Robin win. He thought he was a genius for not allowing Buckley to use you against him. Now he knows heâs the same dumbass he's always been.
âHey, manâŠâ Gareth wavers as he sits at his designated seat adjacent to Eddieâs. The boyâs forlorn and faraway gaze doesnât go unnoticed by the rest of the club. They all share looks of confusion, but the sandy-haired boy is the only one brave enough to speak up. âYou okay?â
Eddie keeps his gaze trained on your figure as you maneuver through the crowd. Robin looks happy for you when you reach her, but the puppy-like excitement washes away when she notices how sad you are.Â
He feels like someoneâs shoved a knife between his ribcage. He wonders if this is what a broken heart feels like.
âI think I screwed up,â he answers, laughing cynically at himself. âLike, big time.â
âWell, it wouldnât be the first time, right?â Dustin jokes before popping a fry into his mouth. He laughs, but no one else joins him. ââŠRight?â
Eddie glares at the boy.
He cowers. ââŠKidding. I was kidding.â
âââââ
He stews over it all day â your offer and what he said to you and how sad you looked after he said it.Â
He pictures your pinched brows and big, glassy eyes and his chest starts to burn a little. Everyone always thought he was some raging asshole just because he had crazy hair and a crazier taste in music. Now he feels like they were sort of right about him.Â
Whatever chance he had with you has surely turned to dust by now. It wouldnât surprise him after he shrugged you off like he did. But after waging a nearly four-hour war in his mind between lunch and dismissal, he knows he has to make sure.Â
He has to know if heâs ruined things entirely or if thereâs a glimmer of hope he can hang onto.
He comes to you at the end of the day, dripping in metaphorical blood from the mental carnage heâd endured. He stood across the hall from you for five whole minutes as he tried to come up with something to say. He walks to your locker empty-handed and just blurts, âI thought you were joking,â like a total idiot.
Through the muddled conversation in the bustling hallway, you hadnât heard him coming. You didnât know he was there at all until he was right next to you. Seeing someone so suddenly close to you makes you flinch â hard.
And itâs not totally Eddieâs fault. Youâre jumpy and too easily frightened at times, but he canât help but feel like heâs messing things up more than he already has.
âOhâŠâ you deflate with a sigh, eyes still wide and swimming with something he canât quite place. You look like youâre almost relieved to see him. Almost.Â
âSorryâ shit, sorry. I didnât mean toâŠâ The boy stumbles over his words, then trails off when they donât come out the way he wants. He shakes his head and finds it in himself to smile. Itâs bitter, though, filled with self-abhorrence. âI wasnât trying to scare you.â
With one hand still clutching the door of your locker, and the other gripping a stack of textbooks, you peer at him through your lashes. âI know. Itâs okay. I justâ I wasnât expecting itâŠâ
He grimaces. âSorryâŠâ
ââS okay,â you repeat.
âI, um, I only came in so hot âcause I wanted to apologizeâ you know, for earlier. In the lunch room,â he stammers and puts his fidgeting hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He tries to laugh, but it comes out more as an insincere puff of air. âHonestly, I thought you were joking.â
Your brows pinch. âJoking? Why would Iââ
âI sorta locked Robin and Vickie in the old chemistry room in the east wing a few days ago,â he confesses, bouncing his shoulders. âJust because I know they both like each other and everything, and I thought maybe theyâd finally admit it if they were alone together.â
âOkayâŠ?âÂ
âWell, they didnât. And Robin was pissed. So I thought she was using you to get back at me.â
âUsing me?â you echo.
âYeah. âCause Iâve kinda been into you since junior year and everything,â he admits with a nonchalant shrug. The corner of his rosy mouth quirks into a half-smile. âItâs, like, the one card Robin could use against me that would actually hurt, you know? If she did try to get me back.â
Your heart swells so much it hurts, almost â the same kind of hurt you'd felt in the lunch room earlier. It feels fiery, like someoneâs taken a match to your ribcage and lit your heart aglow. But itâs different now. This is a good hurt, a happy hurt.
âReally?â you squint at him, your voice high and light. Your lips twitch like you want to smile, but you donât let yourself â lest this all turns out to be some kind of elaborate dream. Or a joke.
âSince we had Mr. Kaminskyâs together, yeah,â Eddie affirms with a slow, confident nod. His chocolate eyes flit up to the water-stained ceiling. âLetâs see⊠We were learning about reproduction, and Tommy Hagan made some stupid joke about using you as a real-life model instead of the pictures in the textbookââ
âI remember,â you nod, trying not to shudder at the memory that still haunts you.Â
âAnd I told him that he was making it real obvious that heâs never seen an actual vagina before and that the one in the textbook looked a lot like his momâs,â the boy recalls with a soft laugh. âAnd you looked over at me, and you smiled, and I⊠have been a goner ever since.â
He looks down at you again, all sheepish like he isnât gluing your broken heart back together again. His chocolate eyes twinkle in a way youâve never seen before. They sparkle in their softness. You have to look away before it turns you into a puddle at his feet.Â
You smile widely into your locker, pursing it off to the side in attempts to conceal its brightness.Â
âNo oneâs ever stuck up for me like that before,â you confess quietly after a few moments, peeking at him from the corner of your eye. âIâm pretty sure I gushed to Robin about it for days.â
âYeah?â Eddie hums. He can feel his hopes getting too high.
âYeah. I told her all about the pretty boy in the back of the room that finally got Tommy H. to leave me alone.â
âOh⊠You think heâs pretty, huh?â the boy teases despite his pink cheeks.
You nod â made much braver by his previous admission â though you still have a little trouble looking him in the eye. You drag a notebook from your locker as you tell him, âI think heâs very pretty.â
âWell, I have it on good authority that the boy you think is pretty is super sorry for being such an asshole to you earlier,â Eddie murmurs, his nose scrunched and head tilted. âAnd that heâd really love to go to that concert with youâ if you havenât found some other schmuck to go with you, that is.â
Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree as you beam at him. No oneâs ever looked at him that way before now.
âIâd like that,â you nod, then shrug. âI donât think Iâd wanna go with anyone else, anywayâŠâ
âSo, itâs a date?â Eddie asks, just to make sure. His raised brows disappear behind his fluffy bangs. His chin tilts to his chest as he smiles hopefully down at you.
You nod, and repeat it more softly than the loudmouth boy. âItâs a date.â
Eddie can feel himself grinning like an idiot. His cheeks ache with how wide heâs beaming at you, but he's too lovesick to stop. Like squinting into the sun, smiling every time he looks at you is muscle memory by now.Â
And what did a freak like him ever do to deserve a date with the freakinâ sun?
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The Pact
Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader
Summary: Seeing you yearn for a relationship and dejected over the lack of one, Luke Castellan proposes a dating pact. Little did you know, he was going to do more than just wait until the day the pact could happen (friends-to-lovers, fluff, pining, a lot of longing, lowkey jealous luke).
Note: Sort of inspired by Monica and Chandler's pact thing from Friends.
Word count: 3.4k
You were spending some time alone near the lake, trying to enjoy mid summer sunlight as well as the silence from the lack of campers and couples around. For some strange reason, the number of people dating at least tripled in the last three weeks. If you were honest, the sight of happy couples was starting to irritate you.
Your eyes glided through the lines in the novel you were reading, though you could barely get past a few pages before a degree of bitterness seeped through. You set the book down and sighed. Your head leaned against the tree behind you while shutting your eyes and furrowing your eyebrows.Â
Oh, if only someone could love you the same way love was portrayed in books.
Before the scowl could grow permanent on your face, you felt light finger tips setting on the crease between your eyebrows. Instead of getting scared, you remained calm. You knew immediately who it was because there was only one person who would do that. The person sat down next to you and you turned to see them already smiling at you.Â
To most, Luke Castellan was just the Hermes cabin counselor and best swordsman. But to you, he was a close friend and confidante. He has made it a habit to press softly against your scrunched eyebrows to prevent you from scowling further. It was somewhat sweet to you.
âWhatâs got you so bothered?â Luke asked, peering at you while tilting his head in a boyish manner. The look alone somehow made you blush. There was no denying that Luke was cute. You knew at least a handful of people at camp who would agree. It honestly surprised you that he was still single. Though you were somewhat relieved at that. For about a year now, you have had a little crush on the Hermes cabin counselor. It was not hard falling for his kind words and sweet actions.
âThis is going to sound so stupidâŠâ You let out a deep sigh.
âOh, come on, since when have I judged you for being stupid?â
âOh, so you do admit Iâm stupid sometimes?â
âYes, but is that really a problem, considering I find it endearing?â You hope he did not see the way your face heated up at his words.Â
Little did you know, Luke did notice it, just like he has always noticed little details about you. Knowing he was the reason behind your pink-tinted cheeks filled his heart with joy. In fact, throughout the last year, it got to the point where he would grow very bold with his flirty jokes, disguising his feelings in between them. Honestly, he was surprised you had not caught up to the truth yet.Â
âOkay, well, so many people have gotten together lately, and itâs got me a little bit annoyed.â
âWhy?â Luke questioned.
âBecause, I want that experience, you know? The teenage love thing. We already have a strange life, fighting creatures and going on quests that could kill us. I just want to at least experience an aspect of a normal teenage life,â you watched him nod and digest your words. âI didnât want it, want it. But seeing everybody else experiencing it makes me wonder when it will be my turn, you know?â You sighed before adding, âTo make matters worse, it seems like nobody is interested in me that way, soâŠâ
Luke almost let out a chuckle of disbelief at your last remark. Oh, many Demigods found you cute. But if only you knew to look right under your nose. He has always been here. If only you could see him how he wanted you to and give him a chance.
Ever since the day Luke Castellan met you, he became a dreamer. During the night, every dream would be of you, while in the morning, heâd daydream of you until he would see you next. You filled in every thought, walking in his mind like it was your home. But even if it wasnât your place, heâd still give you the keys without hesitation.
âSoâŠyou just want to experience teenage love?â
âWell, that, and ideally, to be loved too. I donât just want some casual teenage love, but at the same time, Iâm tired of waiting around.â
A lightbulb practically lit up inside Lukeâs head as an idea popped up. The logical part of his mind was yelling that this was a bad idea, though the more chaotic side was pushing him to just give it a shot. Though, he spent little time contemplating.
âWhat if we make a pact? By the end of summer - so maybe in about a month - if you havenât started dating anybodyâŠletâs date each other,â Luke blurted out before his mind could talk him into backing out. It was stupid, and he knew it. But if that was one way to potentially date you, then so be it.Â
Lukeâs heart squeezed when he saw you completely frozen. He started panicking. Maybe he made it too obvious, and perhaps you didnât like him in that way and were trying to find a way to back out.Â
âI meanâjust so the both of us could experience teenage love, you know? I think it will be great. We already get along well. Weâre good friends. What could go wrong?â Luke tried in a more casual voice.
A lot could go wrong â you thought. A possible thing that could go wrong is that you would fall harder for Luke, and that feeling would absolutely destroy you when you two break up because he finally becomes genuinely interested in another girl. Or, it has you so hung up that you would confess to him, only for him to say that whatever you two had was just a pact. But Gods, your heart must actually be a fool to whisper to your brain, âI meanâŠat least you would no longer have to imagine how it would feel like to be his.â
âSure,â you said before you could think twice about it. âDeal,â you grabbed his hand and shook it.
âDeal.â
NowâŠLuke just needed to do a couple more things in the meantime.
During the first week, you asked Clarisse to set you up with somebody. She introduced you to one of her friends, Dean. However, when you mentioned Dean to Luke, he clicked his tongue before warning you.
âI just think you deserve better, Y/N. Iâve known him for five years and have never seen him bring one person on a date twice. Last week alone, he went on a date with five people.â Since then, you havenât spoken to Dean again, deciding that you donât want to try and date a playboy.
Two weeks later, you asked this guy on a date. He came to the picnic you had set up with a bouquet of flowers. However, your smile faltered slightly when you realized they were the type of flowers you disliked. You shook the negative thoughts away. After all, itâs the effort that counts.
Things quickly went downhill as the guy started sneezingâŠa lot. His eyes were watering, and it seemed like he was borderline getting sick. You noticed him trying to stop sneezing. You could feel the guy tryingâyou really did. But the last straw broke when he turned away to sneeze mid-sentence but didnât do it fast enough.Â
Three days before the day that marked the day the pact would be able to begin, you attended a party hosted by the Hermes cabin. You were honestly done with trying to find someone to date. Perhaps, this pact thing was not such a bad idea after all, even if Luke might not like you as much as you like him. But at least you knew he would treat you well.
However, your numbers must have turned because somebody had walked up to you and struck up a conversation. With similar humor, your jokes bounced off each otherâs, and you almost started crying from laughing at one point.
The sound of your laughter caught the attention of the Hermes cabin counselor. Luke could feel his lips slowly curling up into a smile at the sound of your giggles and laughter. He has always found the sound so endearing.
However, when he turned his gaze over at you, his eyebrows scrunched at the sight of you conversing with another Hermes boy â Oscar, who was also one of his friends. Luke was no longer paying attention to the conversation in his circle right now. His ears were busy trying to make out what that boy was saying to make you laugh like that. However, he almost left his friends when you touched Oscarâs arm while giggling at another one of his jokes.
You always tend to physically react to Lukeâs jokes, from small touches while laughing to you playfully slapping his arm at his cheekier jokes. They never fail to make the tip of his ears grow red while his cheeks match the same color. Though Luke swore he had never seen you this way with anybody else. Hence, he was less than enthusiastic at the sight of you doing the same with another guy right now.Â
You continued talking to Oscar, but your conversation stopped when somebody bumped into Oscar and spilled their drink onto him.Â
âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to tripâŠâ the guy who bumped into Oscar apologized.
âChris, itâs okay, donât worry about it,â Oscar said, though a sigh quickly followed his words. âIâll just go and wash the drink off, but Iâll talk to you in a bit, though?â Oscar looked at you. He smiled when you gave him a sweet nod.
âSorry again, man,â Chris said before watching Oscar exit the cabin. He turned to you now. âSo, how are you? Are you enjoying the party?â You answered Chris and started catching up with him. You and Chris met through Luke, though as the years went on you two became friends as well.
With your focus now on Chris, you did not notice the figure of the Hermes cabin counselor zooming past you two and outside, following a certain someone. However, your conversation with Chris didnât last long because Clarisse swooped in and borrowed you from Chris.Â
âSo, I saw you talking to Oscar. Give me the details,â she said, dragging you down to sit beside her.
âHeâs great! Itâs so easy to talk to him and be around him.â
âEasier than with Luke?â you gave her a warning glare. You might have told her about your little crush on Luke, though you confessed that to her out of the belief that nothing would ever happen and that it would pass soon. Fast-forward to a year later, your feelings have not changed.Â
â...No, butââ
âIâm telling you, Lukeâs the best one for you.â
âHe doesnât like me like that.â
âIf he doesnât like you like that, he would have never made that pact with you." When you didnât reply to her, Clarisse decided to bring something else up. âAlright, letâs move on and talk about something else thenâŠanother candidate. Dean told me you didnât show up.â
âShow up to what?â
âHe wrote you a note asking you to meet him?â the look on your face must have told Clarisse you had no idea what she was talking about. âHe wanted to ask you out on a date in person after that talk you two had three weeks ago.â
âWhere did he leave the note?â
âApparently, he was planning to get me to give it to you, but he passed Luke on his way to me, who offered to give it to you.â
âWell, I never got the note. I guess it doesnât matter anyway. Luke told me heâs quite a player.â Clarisse pondered on the information you just provided her. Dean was in no way a player. She knew he has only been on one date with another person at camp. However, the puzzle pieces quickly clicked for Clarisse and she leaned back with a smirk.Â
Before you could question the look on Clarisse's face, Oscar came back to the party.Â
âWell, if you don't mind, Oscar is back and I have a good feeling about him. So I'm going to go and talk to him,â you left Clarisse, walking in the direction Oscar did. Meanwhile, Clarisse only silently chuckled. She knew exactly what Luke was up to and it made her shook her head in amusement.
âHey,â you touched Oscarâs arm, though the cheery grin on your face fell when he slightly flinched and shrugged your hand off. âUhm, itâs good you got that stain off your shirt,â your eyebrows furrowed when you realized Oscar was not even making eye contact with you.
âSo, tell me more about that quest you went on last year?â you asked, hoping to start a conversation again. However, Oscar quickly broke out the truth.
âListen, you seem very lovely, but I donât want to put myself in the middle of anything. I donât want to cause any drama.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm not the type of guy to steal girls my friends are talking to or having a thing with,â you scrunch your eyebrow in confusion. Just as you were going to question what Oscar was referring to, his eyes betrayed him and looked at someone. You followed his eyesight only to see Luke already looking at you while glancing between you and Oscar. Though realizing he had been caught, Luke looked away and back to his friends.
That was when everything made sense.
âUh ohâŠâ Chrisâs voice snapped Luke from whatever his friends were saying. He followed his gaze to where Chris was looking, only to see you storming over.
âWe need to talk,â Luke tried not to think too much about the way your hand felt on his wrist as you pulled him through the crowd and outside. As always, he blindly followed you to wherever you were taking him.Â
You released Luke from your grip and stood with hands on your hips. You took a deep breath.Â
âAre you kidding me? Have you been sabotaging me? You told me Dean plays around, but apparently he doesnât. He also gave you a note to give to me, but you never did it. Then, Oscar, who I was getting along with, came back acting weird, wouldnât even look me in the eye, and then told me we have a thing going on?â
Oh, Gods, you found out about what he has been doing.
âListenâŠâ Luke started off while rubbing his neck, though he was unsure what to say next because he was indeed guilty of every accusation you were throwing towards him. But how was he meant to trust fate that you would still be single by the time the pact would be able to come true?
So, he intervened in his own way. That included throwing away Deanâs note, having Chris spill a drink on Oscar to get the boy away from you so Luke could have a talk with him. He might have also suggested your date two weeks ago to get you flowers, despite knowing that the boy was allergic to flowers.
All he wanted to do was to make sure the pact could happen.
âLukeâŠwhy? You know I wanted this. I wanted to experience things and date someone.â You werenât mad, but you were slightly disappointed and confused. You didnât understand Lukeâs intentions behind his actions.
However, Luke misinterpreted the look on your face. He thought you were genuinely upset, and that alone pinched Lukeâs heart. He gulped at the idea that he might have disappointed you or made you sad. Screw waiting until the pact happens before confessing. What use would that be when you might somehow start hating him?
â...Maybe I wanted it to be me,â Luke confessed, watching your eyes widen. âYou told me you wanted to experience teenage love and feel loved, and youâre tired of waiting until itâs your turn. But I have never told you what I want.â Luke took a step closer to you before starting.
âI want to be the one to take you on dates and give you your favorite flowers every single time. I want to be your personal hype man and be your shoulder to cry on if you ever need one. I want to sit with you by the lake while you read. I also want to read the books you read and those little annotations you make. I want to learn about the things you love and the things you donât. I want to do things you love. I want to show and tell you just how amazing you are every single day. I want to let the feelings I have right now grow cause I really like the idea of loving you, and I want to get there someday.â
You stood there shell-shocked. This felt almost surreal, like something you read from one of your novels. You have always wished to have someone who practically walked out of a romance novel.
âI want you.â
And here he was, standing in front of you, begging for a chance to be yours.
âAnd I know you just want teenage love, and I could offer you that. But just know Iâm also offering so much more, even if you donât treat the pact the same way as I do and will only view it as a casual relationship. But I suggested that pact and chased all those guys away because I like you a lot, Y/N. And in hindsight, it was stupid and selfish. But I did it because I felt like it was the only way I could have you.â
âI like you too, Luke,â the words slipped out so easily like they were always meant to be said. âI want you to be my teenage love. I want you too.â Youâve been walking around asking when it would be your turn. If only you had paid attention and looked closer instead, you might have noticed he felt the same way. You wanted everything he has spoken of and be just the same for him â to be there for him and learn to love the things he does.
âAnd I look forward to every single one of the things youâve told me, and be the same for you. I really canât wait for it. However, there is one thing I really want right now,â you said as you walked closer to him, one hand taking his own into yours.
âWhat?â Luke rasped out, looking so tentatively at you. Gods, whatever wish that spills from your lips this second will have him scour the world for itâwhatever guarantees your happiness.
âI want you to kiss me.â
Oh, you could ask him for a thousand kisses, and he would give you a million.
Lukeâs cheeks grew rosy at your request. He stepped closer, tucking your hair behind your ear without breaking eye contact.Â
âCan I?â He whispered in a honey-like tone, and you knew right then that if he kept talking to you in that voice, youâd do absolutely anything he asked.
âMhm,â your quiet hum granted Luke permission to his next addiction. Without hesitation, Luke attached your lips together with both hands caressing your face tenderly. In return, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled you both closer until your bodies were flushed against one another. Slowly but surely, you also tangled your fingers in his curls. Luke almost immediately melted against your touch, sighing in contentment against the kiss.
Luke was convinced this was now his new favorite thing to do. He wondered if you could taste it through the kissâhis feelings and borderline infatuation for you. Either way, he intended on making every kiss like this: wholeheartedly and as if it would be your last.Â
Now, if you were to ask Luke Castellan how to get the person of your dreams, hereâs what heâd advise you:
Step 1. Be stupid and propose a dating pact (tick).
Step 2. Chase away every other potential candidate (tick).
Step 3. Confess (tick).
Step 4. Fulfill all those promises you have made about loving the person (To be continued...But, heâs intending to do this for as long as youâll let him).
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