#this is only 6 clearly there is going to be much more shit to come

[incandescentflower]

I don't even know how people who have been watching Jack and Joker from the beginning have been dealing with the tension for six whole weeks. I've watched it over two days and now I'm miserable.

[mia-fey-needs-a-drink]

It's so annoying that to so much of the fandom Mia is just "boobs" or "girlboss", she's got so much more going on:

-She really struggles to remember people's names which often causes people to doubt her engagement despite genuinely caring and engaging with their situation and the case (she's just like me fr I really struggle with names (for probably autism reasons) and people really don't like that).

-She has a tendency to just not talk to people about things, especially about herself or her life. depending on when you think Mia actually started mentoring Phoenix he was a significant part of her life for at least a year and probably since 3-1, yet he only meets Maya and learns about spirit channeling after Mia dies, she never mentioned Lana either, or Diego, or DL-6, and this isn't just to Phoenix, she never told Maya about Diego either and it's vague how much Lana actually knows about her, hell it's vague how much Diego actually knew about her, maybe Grossberg only told him about DL6 and the Fey clan after he wakes up from his coma. Ultimately she isolated herself from everyone in her life to some extent and it's kinda part of how she died, no-one knew the danger she was in and she didn't want people to know.

-Her ineptitude with technology. Phoenix and Maya also have this, but I feel like Mia's and Maya's are so linked to their background in the fey clan, they were raised in a society and culture where they didn't have access to these things and integrating into broader society comes with difficulties.

-Her entire life and career is just things repeatedly going wrong and her being fucked over: DL-6, her disaster of a first trial, Diego being poisoned and just as she's about to try and finally put Redd White behind bars he finds out and kills her. She had shit hand after shit hand and was basically doomed from the start, but yet she persisted and she fought for what she believed and for the people she cared about and to make the world a better place, and everything good that Phoenix manages to do throughout PWT is thanks to Mia and everything she worked for, she laid the foundations for a better world for the ones she loved that she wouldn't get to live in and yet I think if she knew that it would all end this way from the start she'd do it all over again. I think a little part of me thinks that some part of her hoped White would kill her so there was something definitive to pin him with (which comes with some darker implications for how well she was dealing with life).

-Mia has such an interesting relationship to the legal system and her own sense of justice. So much of her experience with the law is with it failing her, repeatedly. DL-6 is a disaster that stripped her mother from her, her first trial ends in the clearly guilty party that murdered her client getting away with it, her boyfriend's murder goes unsolved from the same murderer who she dedicates the next 8 months to taking down, and then there's 1-2, her own murder trial. Mia has again worked for years to try and get this man convicted, the deeply corrupt legal system making it a near insurmountable task, then in the last stretch he murders her. The police immediately just try to brush it under the rug, blame her sister and get the trial over with. Grossberg is too afraid of White to defend Maya and Edgeworth is a slimy piece of shit the entire trial. When Phoenix finally finds the clearly guilty White, he simply makes a few calls and her understudy is the prime suspect. White goes up on the stand and just repeatedly comes up with any old blatant nonsense and excuses and no matter how many times and how much work goes into Wright picking apart every mistruth and detail and how many pieces of evidence he shows nothing will convict White, the court is completely corrupt, you'll never be able to defeat him within the system. So, what happens? Mia and Phoenix have to work outside the established rules, even working outside the rules of death itself. White is only defeated after Mia straight up blackmails him into confessing, and yet this is more justice than working within the law ever would allow them. Mia also only gets Dahlia through pushing the law to it's breaking point, she was a step away from being disbarred. I feel like it's easy to see her as a strong believer in the law but if you really look at it, to her, the law is not sacred or worthy of much reverence, if something is unjust, to hell if it's legal, she will try and reach justice no matter what.

-Look I may be projecting my woke onto the game a little bit but I can't help but feel the routine misogyny Mia faces in both the cases we play as her in T&T is more than just "a product of it's time" and more showing misogyny as an extension of the system being rigged against her.

Loooong post but there's so much going on with Mia.

[lologoinsolo]

Hello sunshine, i believe i was your first ask and having read the tags I love you more ♥️

I would like to make up for not actually having an ask with the suggestion of ‘lost kitten’.

Either Simon comes in panicking because Bailey has escaped, or Bailey has decided to adopt you and goes on a heist retracing Simon’s steps to the pet store. Maybe Simon walks in (looking for help) only to discover his cat safe in your arms (clearly also having a crush on you) or you have to find Simon to return her.

Ive just caught up on the two parts you’ve posted- amazing progress. Big love to you and Bailey x

I love this! Okay, this happens probably after Simon gets off his ass and talks to reader. I’m gonna put this under In Between Moments.

Cats and Their Men Masterlist

Days like any other, the store is busy though with the sales going around. You’ve been stuck on cashier duty the longest and you feel like your brain is leaking out your head. The constant “yes ma’am, no ma’am, yes sir, no sir, receipt? Do you want bags? Oh, your baby is precious, will that be cash or card?” Has become so normal with your work that sometimes you’ll have a nightmare that you’re back in store. At least you’re getting paid and you’ve been pulling doubles.

You managed to find enough time to talk a break, you get an hour since you’ve been working since 6 am… it’s nearly 4pm… your stomach growls loudly as you wave your manager goodbye and walk down the familiar streets. There’s a good sandwhich shop nearby but you’ve been craving potatoes. As you buy your well deserved meal and make your way back to your store you notice the bushes twitching.

You creep a little closer, there’s no way a persons in there. The bush is barely a foot tall but it’s prickly. You look at it, observing it when you see a familiar blue collar. You gasp, “oh my god!” You put your packaged potato down and get on your knees. “Bailey!” The kitten, not so kitten like now but still baby, perks up. Her ears flickering and she has a bug. In. Her. Mouth. “Bailey, spit that out!” You forgo the need for safety when you reach an arm in and grab her before she has a chance to scamper off. Your arms a little cut but you hold her close. “Oh you are in so much trouble,” fuming a little despite the fact that it’s not her fault she’s a curious kitty.

You grab your takeaway and haul yourself into the breakroom with a very unhappy meow from Bailey. You drop her in the breakroom along with your food and snag a salmon can for her. You’ll have to rip the plastic of your takeaway but it’ll be worth it. “Here you go,” popping the can and letting her smell it before you dump it on the plastic away from your warm potato meal.

You eat first, you’re sure her dad’s losing her mind but you are hungry as can be. Bailey seems to eat but comes over to you. “No, no,” you try to say but no use as she jumps on your shoulders. “Bailey,” you whine her name long and tiredly. She rubs her face against yours and you don’t have the heart to be mean. You eat your food in peace, surprisingly, and once done. You take your phone out and snap a photo. You finger through the tiny list of contacts you have and find him in there.

“Missing something?” You text with a photo of his girl sitting on your shoulder and the biggest, shit eating smile you can muster.

It’s read. Immediately. The tiny “…” forming as soon as it is read and he replies.

“Coming.”

You sit up a bit making Bailey shake as she tries to get used to the movement. You’re texting him that it’s okay for him to pick her up later. You’re sure he’s… working… right now. You don’t want to be a bother but he doesn’t reply or read any of your texts. You move your hand back and scratch under Bailey’s chin. “Should’ve called you trouble.” Grumbling as she starts purring and nudging more of her face against yours.

You slowly stand, he’s probably gonna be here in a matter of minutes. You’re still on break, thankfully, so you ease the breakroom door open and out you walk. Bailey’s nails dig into your shoulder and you have half a mind to pull her down but as you make your way to the front. In walks her daddy and he looks positively mad.

“I have her can of salmon.” You try to say as he barrels down your way. He must’ve come from the gym instead with that compression shirt of his. Goddamn, the size of his arms and his fitted shirt leaves little to the imagination of how strong he is. “She was chasing a bug in a bush.”

“Should’ve let her starve.” He says, rather harshly despite the fact that you know he’d never harm her like that. “Bailey.” There’s a command out his throat and you, unfortunately, stand a little taller. Bailey’s ears perk up and he steps close enough that you can smell his musk. She leaps from your shoulder to his and you’d take a picture of how adorable they look but he’s glaring too much.

“They’re curious creatures,” you try to say for her sake. “She probably got out when you left.”

He grunts and Bailey is rubbing to the best of her ability against his masked face. The familiar black that you hope he didn’t wear while working out. His hair looks more buzzed than you remember, maybe he shaved it a bit ago.

“She probably forced her way out of her car patio.” He mutters under his breath. “Stupid girl,” he finally pets her. “Won’t let you out till it’s fixed. You’re grounded.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, he sounds like a dad scolding a teen. Well.. Bailey’s probably a teen now. “I’m glad I found her first.”

“As am I,” he tilts his head down. A flex of his hand again when he looks at you. Your cheeks warm and you tuck your hair behind your ears.

“I uh…” you clearly your throat, “I gotta get back to work.” You step back from him and something flashes in those brown eyes of his. You’ve never been able to tell just what though. “See you,” you swallow a bit, “Simon.”

[c4tluver02]

Oki sooooo I have an idea… I want like imagine having a sleepover with everyone… it’s chaotic, loud, people sleeping on the floor (only robin, reader, and Steve get the queen bed) so in this it would be like Steve and reader are together and robin is readers bestest friend(they definitely cuddle) maybe a movie or board game stuff to keep everyone busy idk just I feel it would be so fun and chaotic to get all of the gangs back together in one cramped room THANK YOU YOURE THE BEST!!!

-🫀

group sleepover

wc: 3k

cw: fem! r, robin and r are bffs <3, flufffff, Steve is whipped for r, Steves house isn't canon w the show cuz that layout is atrocious!!!!

a/n: thank you so much for your request!!!! sorry it took me a second to get out, i hope you enjoy! <3 :D

Having a sleepover with the whole gang could be considered one of Steve's worst ideas. It’s the last weekend before summer ends, meaning soon the kids will be in school. Once they are busy and Steve starts working full time nights like these will be few and far between. Which is the only reason he agreed to this big sleepover. 

 Four bowls of chips sounds excessive, shit it even looks excessive. But when 6 growing teens are coming over you gotta do what you gotta do. Robin is even coming over, Steve knows he is gonna be the third wheel between the two of you but at least you’ll sit near him. Sometimes running your hands through his golden hair, highlighted from the sun. 

There are three games on the coffee table; clue, sorry, and a card game. One Dustin brought over the last time he was here. Steve blew up an air mattress that should hopefully fit three kids, two can sleep on his large couch and one will have to suck it up and take the floor. Robin, you, and Steve will sleep in his room. 

It’s hopefully a fool proof plan, everyone has a spot, there's food and games, nothing should leave anyone bored. The kids will probably swim while the three of you watch a new horror movie that came out. Working with Robin at Family Video has its perks. 

Speaking of, Robin is the first to arrive. You greet her with a big hug and the two of you go into the kitchen to set up more snacks. He can hear you laughing so clearly from the living room, where the air mattress is still being inflated. 

“Buckly!” Steve yells over the loud air machine. 

“What!” She yells back, you’d think she would go towards him to see what he needs but nope, not Robin. 

It immediately makes Steve roll his eyes and step over the mattress. When he enters the kitchen he can see you sitting in a chair getting your hair braided. You didn't necessarily get all dolled up for the sleepover but Steve still thinks you look gorgeous right now. With a wide smile and knees pressed to your chest he wants more than anything to give you a million kisses. But Robin of course is quick to ruin the mood. 

“Why are you staring at her you perv.” You can't really move your head to see him because of the braiding but you can hear his sigh. 

“What types of drinks should we put out?” He’s mainly asking you since you know what's in his fridge but for some reason your voice isn't what he hears. 

“I want dr pepper.” Robin states. 

“I second that.” You finish.

It’s enough of an answer for him and he takes the big gallon bottle out. It’s perfect timing since the doorbell rings. 

When he opens the door it’s Max, El, Lucas, and Mike. He can see the back of Hopper's car, he must have picked some up and dropped them all off. How lucky of him to not have to deal with six kids. Still Steve widens the door so they can all come in, they only stop in the living room to drop off their overnight bags then immediately head towards the kitchen. 

“Hey guys.” Robin says finishing your braid. They all give hi’s back. 

“Whatever you guys do, do not touch the air mattress yet. It’s not done filling with air. Capeesh?” Steve says only a few steps behind them. 

They all give a lazy nod and head back into the living room to look at the games. Finally Steve has a moment alone with you. No Robin or kids taking up all of your attention. 

“Y’lookin real pretty honey.” He compliments. 

“Thank you. So do you.” You give a kiss and Steve practically melts into you. He’s nice and tan from all your pool days and it's doing a lot for you right now. 

Your fingers massaging the back of his shoulders feel so good he lets out a low groan. But he gets probably 30 seconds of calm before he hears a loud shout from Robin. 

“Guys Steve said don't-” 

A loud rip is the only sound that can be heard. 

His hands leave you milliseconds after to see what happened. Will and Dustin are on the air mattress as it quickly deflates. A loud rush of air comes out of the side of it. 

“What did I just say, like, not even two minutes ago?” His voice is loud to compensate for the leaking air. It looks like they jumped onto it which pushed air out of the hole that the machine was connected to, causing the hole to rip even wider from the weight. 

“I wasn't here two minutes ago!” Dustin yells. 

By the end of his sentence the air has completely left the mattress leaving them flat on the floor. 

“Well I guess most of you are sleeping on the floor.” Steve rubs his temples as he pops his hip out, doing what you call his ‘mom pose’. The kids let out a collective groan at the information. 

“I thought you were rich, don't you have like 7 rooms in this place?” Dustin asks. 

All Steve does is turn to you with an annoyed look on his face. It makes you smile because he’s such a parent at heart. You hear a small ‘idiots’ come out of him as he makes his way back to the kitchen, to get a beer no doubt. 

“Did you guys want to swim still? Steve set everything up with the heater and lights.” It needs to be heated as fall is approaching, no longer warm from summer. In reality you need a minute or more of silence. Already a little overwhelmed with the fact that they all just got here and some things are already going wrong. 

They go outside and Robin takes the movie out of her bag to put it in. You grab Steve from the kitchen and the three of you sit on the couch. Your head is on Robin's shoulder as your feet rest on Steve's lap. He’s being so kind and massaging your calves. When things jump out it’s Robin that you grab onto and Steve starts to wonder how he’s not the one you’re leaning on. He doesn't even know if it’s him you'll be sleeping with tonight.

Robin talks during the scary parts to self sooth and you fell asleep from the massage but overall the movie is a hit. The kids only bothered you guys twice to get towels and drinks but nothing that took you away from the film for long. It’s a nice break overall and just in time because the kids are over the pool already. 

Steve has to lock them outside so they don't walk inside wet and it lands him a few shouts and banging on the slider door. But it works because they dry off enough to put their pjs on. 

The two of you sit on the couch again as you wait for everyone to change into night clothes. 

“What would you rate the movie?” He’s being a smartass because he knows you fell asleep during it.

“Well what a great question! I’d give it a 4.3 stars.” You answer back sarcastically. 

“To be honest I think if you fall asleep during a horror movie that must mean it’s a 1 star.” 

“Did you enjoy it?” You can't confirm it deserves a 1 star because you were too busy watching the back of your eyelids. 

“I mean I’m glad I didn't buy it, but I am glad I got to watch it.” So basically it was like a 2, maybe 3 star. Steve is generous and easy going which means his rating needs to be altered. 

The sound of people coming downstairs ends your conversation there. Still you don't move from your spot of laying against his chest. 

“God you guys, get a room!” Mike shouts as he sees you clearly from the top of the stairs. 

If anything his comment cements you to your warm boyfriend. You even give him a long kiss on his lips to upset them even more. 

“Okay game time?” Robin asks, coming out of the kitchen with a donut in hand. 

“Um, where did you find that?” One of the kids ask

“I got it from the back of the pantry.” She responds with her mouth full. 

You and Steve tried to hide it but obviously you have little miss snoop here that can't keep her hands to herself. It’s not long before Max brings the box out for everyone to have. 

Once donuts are done being eaten you all circle around for a board game, because there's too many of you there have to be teams. It’s Max and Lucus, Mike and El, Will and Dustin, and you with Robin. Steve sat out for the game, but really he’ll help you by cheating off the others. And when you win the faux look you give could get you an oscar. The look of shock and surprise takes over your features. No one cheers for you but Steve and Robin, too busy being sore losers. 

“I think we have a cheater on our hands.” Will states as the others nod in agreement. 

“I agree, I think there's no way she won that all alone.” Mike adds. 

This gives them a real scoff. “I can win alone, especially when my opponents are 10 years olds.” 

“I'm 15.” 

“Really? Cause you dont act like it and you for sure didn't play like it.” You fold your arms and it makes your boobs look amazing in your tank top, Steve has to pull his eyes away. 

They all just give you little huffs and rolled eyes. Not taking it as any real fight. However, between the swimming and board game they've been over for around 5 hours. The pool took all their physical energy as the board game took all their mental energy. Leaving you with a bunch of sleepy kids who had to still fight over who got the couch and who got the floor. 

All of you were still sat on the floor besides Steve and Robin. You were between Steve's legs as he re braids your hair. 

“I think the girls deserve the couch.” Max's fights. 

“Funny I think you're wrong.” 

“Okay then who do you think deserves the couch?” You can tell by her sigh she isn't in the mood to fight about it, which might cause an even bigger fight. 

��Easy, me and Will.” Dustin speaks out. This earns a small laugh from Steve as he shakes his head.

“Why would the two people who broke the bed get to sleep on the couch?” Mike’s voice is sharp and leaves Dustin scratching his neck with no response. 

Steve squeezes your shoulders to let you know he's done with your hair. You lean your head back and it hits the edge of the couch with pouty lips, signalling to Steve you want a kiss. He gives you one and for the first time the kids don't make any comments. Only too busy with the sleeping situation to tell you how gross you two are. 

Now that you no longer have a reason to be on the floor you get up. Steve lets you use his legs to push yourself up with his hands going to your hips as your legs go out. The fuzzy feeling in your bones lets you know that you've been sitting on them for far too long, going to sleep. 

When he gives your butt a small slap Robin is the one to call you guys out. Kissing is one thing, ass slapping is another. 

Since she's still sitting on the couch you walk around it to get behind her, your arms lightly wrap around her shoulders and her head falls against yours. 

“Are you ready to go to bed?” It comes out all mumbled but she still understands you. 

“I’m ready for some peace and quiet, is that the same thing?” She whispers just enough that the kids can't hear, not that they would, they're still arguing, but enough that Steve hears her from the other end of the couch and lets out a laugh. 

“I’ll go get some blankets for them.” He gets up from the couch with a loud groan. His arms stretch up to the sky to stretch and it shows a little bit of his tummy. The happy trail that leads to below his pants and a belly that's full of food from your early dinner. He’s truly perfect. You have the most perfect boyfriend. 

“I can get pillows from your parents room?” You know Steve's house inside and out which is a small thing but it makes Steve all ooey gooey. It’s basically your house as well just from how many nights you stay over, he’s not even sure why you're asking him.

“Good idea, Robin, are you gonna do anything to help or just sit there?” 

She makes a ‘hmm’ noise and Steve rolls his eyes for the 50th time tonight. He needs to be careful or they’ll get stuck!

“Nah I think I’ll just wait for you two to get everything out.” Her long legs stretch out on the couch, taking the spot where Steve was just sitting. 

You just shrug, never mad at Robin for anything the way he is. It only takes you guys a few minutes to get all the extra stuff for the kids, really no chore at all. By the time you both get back the kids are no longer yelling at each other and Robin is gone from her spot. 

“So who's getting the couch?” You ask. 

“Me and El.” Max smiles at you. Her pretty smile makes you smile. The boys will always put up a fight but when it comes down to it Mike and Lucas will do whatever their girlfriends ask and Will just follows suit. Dustin is high strung but only for so long. 

“Here's blankets, I'll let you fight over those too. The boys get pillows since they are on the ground.” Steve says throwing a bunch of different blankets on top of the girls. 

Unlike him you hand the pillows to each person. They all take it with a ‘thanks’, something Steve didn't get due to his different method. El and Max give you hugs goodnight as your boyfriend waits by the stairs for you. 

“You’ll see them in the morning cmon.” He says, throwing his head back. Is asking for an hour alone with your girlfriend really too much to ask? 

You know you’re spending too much time with him when you copy his eye roll. A sass that has transferred to you within record time. You guess that's what happens when you spend two weeks straight with him. 

Still you let go of them and make your way up the stairs. Steve's hand is holding yours, it forces him to slow down going up. Your tired body is not going as quickly as him. He doesn't know how you're more tired than he is even after your hour nap during the film. 

When he opens the door to his room Robin is already in bed. Thankfully he has a queen bed so really no part of him will have to deal with Robin tonight. Her body is pressed against the wall, a slight snore comes out of her. You will have to sleep in the middle but this isn't your first sleepover with these two. Normally it’s Robin pressed against the wall because she's such a deep sleeper, then it’s you, and then Steve who almost falls out of the bed. 

He complains every morning about it but he’s never fallen so nothing changes tonight. Because you didn't get fully ready for this sleepover all you had to do was brush your teeth. If Steve was in a good mood maybe you'd ask if he could do it for you. But he’s gonna be on the edge of the bed with barely any covers so you do it yourself. 

Not without laying your back to his chest, making him support all your weight as you brush your teeth with your eyes closed. Steve’s arm is tight around your tummy to keep you up. His fingers tap against your side to keep you awake, a barely there hum comes out of him to have a beat to follow. 

When both of you are done, he lifts the covers so you can slide into his big bed. He follows suit and your head is on his chest in seconds. Steve sets a challenge with himself in his head that you’ll be asleep in 3 minutes. He’ll have to keep an eye on the clock, that is if he himself doesn’t fall asleep. Your hands find his in the dark and a leg tangles with his. 

When he wakes up however, you're no longer stuck in his grasp like you were going to bed. This time you and Robin are spooning, you being the little spoon. Both of you are dead asleep, completely comfortable in your position. 

Steve can hear little voices downstairs and he sighs knowing he has to make breakfast for 6 kids. Maybe having 6 little Harringtons isn't in his future. It’s not sounding too great to him at 8am as it did at 8pm. He’s able to get ready, cook, and eat with the kids whilst you both sleep. At 10am he wakes you up with a few small kisses on your forehead and a flick to Robins. It gets you both up the same which was his plan. 

He can hear a yell from one of the kids, then another screaming out his name. The carpet in his room is starting to hurt his knees from kneeling down to be face level with you as you wake up. Steves is just about ready for this sleepover to be done with.  

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Second Chances

A/n: first time writing for Rip Wheeler, hope to write more for him

I started this months ago and just finished but I hope it’s good :)

Warnings: implied smut, religious trauma, Beth and Rip aren’t together anymore(love Beth but it couldn’t work for the idea 😔), abuse, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Masterlist

He looks so pouty and cute I can’t 🥺

~October 15th, 6:37 pm~

"You got a spare room, don't ya, Rip?" John's gruff voice came over the phone, voice wavering through heavy breaths.

"Yeah, why?" Rip asked, he'd just been making himself a quick dinner, body already aching for the sanctity of bed and rest.

"I'll explain later, just get it ready." John hung up before Rip could say anything more.

~7:05 am~

There was an old abandoned shed farther away from the main house, way over a few fields. It once served a purpose but now just lay, holding a few tools that no one had ever bothered to retrieve, there wasn't enough reason behind it anyway.

However, John had been passing by it the past few months with loose cattle around and kept hearing noise coming from it. At first he didn't pay much attention to it, it was most likely just some animals that had taken it over to hide away from the cooling weather, but he wanted to check it out when the sounds started getting stranger.

"Kayce," he called to his youngest son, "I want to take you with me to check out the shed up North of here." He said.

Kayce was with his wife, Monica, and son, Tate. They were having breakfast together, Tate was going off about something and Monica was listening closely, Kayce had been as well until his father came over to him.

"Up North?" He repeated. "Why? That thing’s been here longer than me, never needed to check on it before."

John sucked his teeth and shrugged. "Just come with me later, alright?" Kayce agreed, he had nothing else to do. Nothing to do with the ranch, anyway.

They couldn't head off right away, things needed to get done with the horses and such, everyone had chores.

~4:45 pm~

The two hadn't been able to leave much earlier, just getting on their horses to head out. Kayce didn't mind leaving earlier, he'd thought they'd leave later but this way he figured he'd still be able to tuck Tate in with Monica.

They arrived at the shed and sure enough those noises were back, only this time there was a light seeping through the cracks of the old wood.

Not wanting to risk getting caught they tied their horses up further away to trees, walking through the overgrown grass lit up by the setting sun, it cast a golden glow over the already yellowing field.

There was definitely someone inside, someone doing something and clinking shit together. They drew their guns as they neared the door facing into the trees.

John kicked it open, whoever was in there jumped and dropped something. "Hey-hey! Who the hell're you?!" It was a man yelling from inside. "Show yourselves to me, you crazy fucks!" Kayce gave John a worried look.

John peered in and saw the guy, scrawny fellow, shaved head, it didn't seem to be by his own fruition with how choppy it was. His clothes were tattered and stained, eyes bugging, he was clearly on something; what, they weren't sure, but they couldn't risk anything.

Kayce took the first step in, gun aimed at the man just in case. John followed shortly after and looked around while Kayce kept the man against a wall, hands in the air defensively.

"Cooking meth, you're cooking meth on my land?!" John yelled, making his way over to the man in a few short strides, raising his fist and punching him square in the face and knocking him on his ass.

There was a second thud, it didn't come from Kayce or John, not even the addict. No, this one came a second later from somewhere else.

In the corner of the shed was a smaller closet, it had been used to keep shovels and such. It wasn't small but big wasn't a good word for it, not by a longshot.

"I'll deal with this, you check on that." John said to Kayce, taking the rope from his side and kneeling next to the man, getting him over to the broken down and chipped table in the middle of the room and tying him to it as tight as he could.

"Don't, it's nothing, nothing!" The man yelled, struggling against John's hold on him.

The door creaked open and Kayce froze at the sight. "You, uh, you're gonna wanna see this, dad."

John looked up at his son, trying to get a look from where he was but needing to stand up anyway. The tied man kept yelling and squirming, shaking the table as he did.

Kayce moved to the side to let John look. The room was small, still, it held a poorly made bed, really it was just the frame with a shitty pillow and ratty old blanket thrown over it; there wasn't even a window to cover up.

In the darkness he made out a figure, a small one. A person chained to the bed. They were on their knees, elbows resting on the wood and hands clasped in one another, lips moving subtly in a silent prayer.

"Oh, Jesus Christ..." John muttered. He knelt down, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked, keeping his voice gentle as it could be.

Your clothes, a shirt and cotton shorts, were browning with age, holes dug into them, blood littered over them, crusted into your shorts especially.

You finished your prayer and looked to him, keeping your gaze below his head and refusing to look any higher. You gave a small nod.

Kayce had gone back to the horses and returned with bolt cutters and handed them to his father. "We're gonna get you out of here, ok?" John said, rubbing your back. He reached for the chain wrapped around your ankle, hooking the cutters into one of the loops.

The feeling of him trying to get the chain off was more than you could bear, this room had been all you'd known for years, that chain had been around your ankle for years, rubbing on it and making your skin raw.

You swatted at John's hand, pushing him away and backing yourself into the corner across from the bed. Your breathing was heavy and you shook your head, this chain was keeping you here and still, you couldn't lose it.

John looked to Kayce who was chewing his cheek, thinking of ways to help.

The son took the cutters from his dad and moved to kneel in front of you. "I'm not gonna hurt you, alright? I just want to help, I can't do that with this thing." He said. Kayce was much gentler than John, his voice not as gruff and warmer. He looked you up and down, taking in your disheveled state and seeing how panicked you were. "Can you tell me your name?" He asked, not bothering to make you look at him, it was the least of his concerns right now.

You fidgeted with your hands in your lap. You thought for a moment before shaking your head.

Kayce sighed. "Well, I'm Kayce Dutton, I live on this farm land with my family... we- my dad and I” he said, gesturing back to John, “want to take you there, we can get you food and a change of clothes... a proper bed to sleep in."

"They're lying! They're liars, don't listen to them!" The addict yelled. John groaned and went to him, tying the rope tighter around him. You couldn't hear what John was saying and you were too panicked to care.

"I am not lying, I can't promise you much more than my word, do you trust my word?" Kayce asked, taking your hand in his, smoothing his thumb over the back of your palm in a soothing moment. You gave a small nod. "Alright now, I won't cut it all off, does that sound better?" You much preferred that compromise.

He didn't leave much, just keeping it around your ankle and then a few chains to keep a bit of extra weight, what you were used to, at least similar to it.

"Kayce, we gotta go." John said, peaking back into the room. "Now. Come on, let's go!" John hurried out, leaving you and Kayce alone.

"Can you walk?" You shook your head, Kayce exhaled with a nod. "I'm gonna pick you up and carry you out to the horses, alright?" You paused a moment but there wasn't much time for him to wait for you, quickly wrapping his arms around you and carrying you out of the shed and to the horses where John was already waiting, horses untied and ready to go.

The sky above you, the trees and the grass, all of it was so familiar and new all at the same time. The cool chill of the night hitting your face and body, your skin so pale in comparison to everything else. For just a moment you were struck with this envious look, all of this had been waiting for you? Just a few feet away? But then it all came crashing down as it settled in you that you were outside, alone and vulnerable.

As soon as you reached the horses you started panicking again, yelling and screaming and reaching out for the shed again as the man called out for you as well. Kayce laid you on the horse and gave it a smack to get it going, John was on the other horse, holding the reins to Kayce's horse and moving while Kayce started running just behind you both.

He didn't get far before the shed caught far, exploding. Kayce was already far enough away and wasn't injured, no one was but the man holding you captive was definitely gone, a foot landing not far from you.

You screamed until your throat hurt, until nothing came out. Your eyes red and stinging from tears as you cried out, body shaking over the horse.

John slowed down and Kayce caught up with you, taking the reins of his horse back and leading it back to the farm. "Kayce, call 911, we need to stop the fire." John spoke, taking out his own phone.

The land was damp and frosted, chances are the fire wouldn't make it very far, besides, the houses were much too far for it to cause any real damage. Still, the fire was right on the tree's edge and they couldn't risk too much.

The phone rang in John's hand, all while you wailed in the background. "You got a spare room, don't ya, Rip?"

~7:16 pm~

Rip had set up the spare room, there really wasn't much to set, the bed was made and it wasn't a particularly messy room, dusty, sure, but not messy.

There was a knock on his door and he went to answer it, opening it to find John with a more than distraught you under his arm. "I'll go get some of Beth's old clothes, get her in the shower, clean her up.” The older man ordered, gently pushing you towards Rip.

Rip was caught so off guard and just held you close to him for several minutes while John walked away, back down the hill to the main house. He looked down to you as you stared at the ground. Your hair was matted, face a mess, clothes… he didn’t even want to think about it so he just guided you to the bathroom and set you down on the floor while he ran the water in the tub, making sure it was nice and warm since you were shivering.

He glanced back at you, huddled in the corner, knees to your chest, tears rolling down your cheeks. “What’s yer name, kid?” He asked, keeping his voice gentle. You shivered and shook your head, you didn’t know him, you didn’t know what was going on, where you were. You were more than scared of this big, strange man, no matter how kind he seemed off the bat.

Rip sucked his teeth and nodded, understanding that this was something new for you. “I’m Rip… I’m a cowboy, you know what a cowboy is?” You shook your head again. “A cowboy is someone who protects the people around them… people like you, you understand?” You didn’t but you nodded anyway. “So, I’m not gonna hurt you, I’d never do that… and if anyone hurts you, you tell me, alright?” You nodded again.

Rip looked back to the water as the tub filled up. “What are you doing?” You asked, also looking to the tub as water poured out the faucet.

“I-I’m getting a bath ready for you.” He answered simply, raising a brow at your question. “You’ve had a bath before, right?” He looked you over, you didn’t look like you had.

“When-when I was younger…” You answered softly. “To wash away the day's filth is to wash away God’s path for you, your history.” You explained. Rip sighed, he wasn’t a very religious man but that sounded cultish to him, seeing your disheveled state…

“That’s not what God said, you know…” He said, hoping you’d look up at him but you didn’t. “If that’s what he really wanted he wouldn’t have made lakes and rivers for us to clean in… he would’ve made it harder to do that, would’ve put up a sign or something.” You thought about what he said. Nothing was changing overnight but after everything today you were at a loss, you couldn’t go back to the room you knew, all you had was Rip right now.

“Do you need help out of your clothes?” He asked, gesturing to you with a nod. You’ve heard those words before, not in that order, not in that tone, but you understood that much and shook your head.

You stood and pulled your shirt up over your head, Rip looked away to give you some privacy, as if he wasn’t about to wash you himself. You pulled your shorts off and tossed them aside to the corner before going to the sink, now Rip looked at you, confusion swirling in his eyes as you placed your hands on the edge of the sink, parting your legs and looking down into the sink.

Rip stared at you dumbfounded. Your clothes covered in blood and basically standing alone in the corner, it made sense now and he jumped to his feet, gathering you in his arms and bringing you over to the tub, carefully setting you down in the warm water. “You don’t ever have to do that again, you hear me?” He said, holding your mucky hair out of your face, turning your head to look at him. You closed your eyes, refusing to look at his face. “Can you look at me?” You shook your head. “What’s stopping you?” He let go of your face, letting you look back to the water turning brown around you.

You swirled your hand in the water, amused by its ripples. “He said you may not look man in the eyes for it disrespects him and taints your soul.” Rip exhaled sharply, staring at you a moment longer before reaching back to get a washcloth from the cabinet under the sink.

He rubbed soap into the cloth, letting it bubble in his hands before running it over your bruised and battered skin, listening to every hiss you let out from the scars it passed over and caught on. Your ribs and inner thighs were the worst of it, all it did was anger Rip more and more by the second.

“I’ve got no respect to lose, you can look at me.” He muttered, running the cloth down your arm. “Your soul… that’s something you can’t touch with your eyes.” You didn’t respond.

He continued to bathe you as you rested your chin on your knees, eyes slowly closing until you couldn’t keep them open any longer, you were used to sleeping in this position, your body accepting it as normal while Rip fought the urge to pull you closer to him.

He’d never felt this with someone before, other than Beth. He wasn’t speaking to Beth anymore, she left and made sure he knew she was done with him, tore his heart out and made him eat it.

He didn’t want to think of that right now, he wanted to help you, that was his focus, his only priority.

~7:45 pm~

Rip had been struggling with your hair for too long, he’d finally managed to get your body clean but your hair was beyond repair. A knotted, matted mess that just needed to be shaved off.

A knock came to the bathroom door and it creaked open and John stepped in, keeping his back to the bath as he held out a pile of clothes. "I got you somethin' to wear, just, uh, put these on when you're done" He said, looking down the hallway with a nervous look etched on his face. "I gotta go find Rip." He said lower.

Rip stopped trying to untangle your hair, it was only harder because you were asleep and he didn't want to wake you. He cleared his throat. "I'm right here, sir" He said softly. "She needed help."

John's head snapped to him before he quickly looked away again to avoid looking at you naked. "What the hell are you doing?! She's been locked up and used like a fucking doll, you don't know what she'll think of this!" Rip hung his head, he knew what John was talking about, seen it in the way you reacted sometimes, your clothes. "You're supposed to be keeping her safe, Rip."

Even with his harsh words and the deeper meaning behind them, it was hard to take him so seriously when he was scared to look into the bathroom. "I-I know, Sir, I was just helping... she needed it..."

John let out a heavy sigh. He set the clothes on the counter beside the sink. "Just finish up and get her into bed, not your bed. I wanna talk to you for a minute." He said, closing the door behind him and heading down the hall to the living room.

Rip let out a heavy sigh, very few times had he disappointed John, he hated it every time. However, he couldn't just get this done quick.

He looked to the counter and pulled out a drawer, looking into it and seeing his razor. It was the best thing for you.

He dried you off and got you dressed, doing his best not to wake up, which turned out to be easier than he’d thought it would be, you were just out and he kept checking your pulse.

He shaved your head, it was better than leaving that mess on your head, then he washed your scalp, being careful around the sores. He carried you to the guest room and tucked you in, running a hand over the fuzz that covered your head now.

John was waiting for him out in the living room, resting his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. He stared at Rip as he came down the hall. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Rip inhaled deeply as he took a seat on the other side of the couch. “I was thinking she needed help and I helped… I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yeah, that’s what you think.” John grumbled. “Look, she seems content with you if she was able to sleep, you keep an eye on her.” He stood up and went to the door, stopping just short of it. “That’s all you keep on her, ya hear?” He stated, shooting him a look. Rip nodded and John left.

Rip stayed there a moment, thinking about… everything before eventually getting up and walking back to the guest room where you slept peacefully under the sheets.

He sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand down the side of your face. “You’re too young for this.” He muttered to himself.

You began to stir, eyes slowly blinking open and you looked up at him. He stared back at you, your eyes were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, tortured and innocent, there was a purity in them he’d never seen in anything.

“You’re looking at me.” He said, cupping your cheek in his rough, clean hand. His hand had probably never been this clean before in his life.

You brought your hand up to hold his against your face. “You’re pretty.” You mumbled, drawing a chuckle from him.

“Am I?” You nodded with a smile. He sighed and looked over you once more. “What’s your name?”

You hesitated a moment. “Three.” Rip paused.

He shook his head. “No, that’s not your name, that’s a number, I asked for your name.”

You stared up at him with a blank stare, blinking tiredly. “Three.” You repeated.

Rip stared, eyes flickering over your face, taking in your doe like features. “Is that the name he gave you?” You nodded, sitting up with a grunt, body aching. “I’m not calling you that.”

“That’s my name.” You stated firmly, Rip was surprised that you’d use a tone with him but he didn’t care, he wasn’t calling you a number.

For several moments you sat there, staring at each other. Rip brought his hand back to your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. He leaned in and closed the distance between you both, his lips on yours.

It was gentle and warm, passionate but not heated. Love was a complicated concept but you’d never felt it before, he hadn’t gotten ahold of it himself, still, he was determined to show you there were brighter sides to this world than what you’d seen.

A knock on the door reminded him of where he was, who was with, what was happening. He pulled away, seeing the way you were now looking at him; eyes wide, full of something new, something eager and curious.

The knock came again and he got up. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He said, giving you a last kiss. “Just lay down, darlin’.” You nodded with a smile as you moved down the bed.

He went to answer the door quickly, rushing to get it open so he could get back to you.

On the other side was Beth. He hadn’t seen her, nor wanted to see her, in so long, what felt like forever.

She was on him in an instant, arms around his neck, his own lifting her up as he carried her to his room. He knew he shouldn’t, that you were waiting for him.

It kept him up late after Beth was done with him, when she was sleeping next to him, using him for warmth, what else it was she’d use him for he couldn’t guess, there were too many options.

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Omg your requests are open. I've seen some of your work and it's amazing❤️

Can you do a smut with Lucifer. He's become my new obsession.

⛧Idle Time is the Devil's Play⛧ By Sydd Satyrn

⛧Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

⛧Warnings: Shameless smut, fingering, swearing, fluff

⛧Words: 2.5k

⛧Notes: This was actually rather fun to write, thank you for the request! My head canon in this one is that Lucifer wears reading glasses.

The day started out on the wrong foot from the second you woke up. The dishes are piled up, laundry needs to be done, and how is there so much dust in here?! Nifty does her best to keep up but she's only one tiny person. You begin with the dishes, stack and stacks of plates and bowls, cups and flatware cover the counter. You let out a sigh of disappointment. After working for a short while, Angel Dust walks in with a surprised look on his face. “I thought you were dating the King of Hell, why are you wasting your time with chores?” The tall spider asks, holding a stack of dishes from his room. “Angel, I work here. I don't know how many times I have to tell you…” You reply with an eye roll. “Yeah, yeah, Charlie’s dreams, blah, blah, motherly nonsense. I’m just sayin’ you could totally slack off and get away with it.” He says, placing more dishes on the counter. You give him a side eye, and Angel laughs. “Chill out toots, I’m just playin’.” He says and heads back to his room. He’s right, you could slack off if you wanted to, but you felt the need to try for Charlie. You and Lucifer have been dating for a little over 6 months and within that time you’ve become rather fond of his sweet daughter and her dreams to rehabilitate sinners. So you took on a role at the hotel and did what you could to help make it possible. You wanted to impress Lucifer's daughter, maybe one day she might even see you as family, if you’re lucky.  You finally finish the dishes and take a step back and admire your handiwork. A clean sink, and counters, all the dirty dishes are now washed, dried and put away. It took a good chunk of the morning but it was worth it. The kitchen looks spotless and you decide to move onto the next chore. You tidied a few empty rooms and then delivered clean towels to each room with an occupant. You’re already running out of energy and it's only noon. “You look like you could use some coffee.” Husk says from behind the bar while wiping down the countertops. “You read my mind, Husker.” You say and take a seat at the bar. He pours you a cup of black coffee and sets it in front of you. “Thank you, you have no idea how much I need this.” “Don’t mention it” He says and returns to his countertops. Husk may seem grumpy all the time but you’ve come to know him as a rather genuine and helpful person.

You drink your coffee slowly and contemplate what you should do next. There are so many chores that need to be done, where should you even start? Nifty should be cleaning the bathrooms or taking out the trash by now. You decide to start dusting next, it shouldn't be too hard. 

After dusting the common areas, you begin on the hallways. You start at the top floor and work your way down. You hum quietly to yourself while wiping the window sills. As you turn a corner, you run into Angel Dust, and spill dusting spray all over his jacket. “Shit!” He says while wiping his jacked off with his hand, Angel looks frantic and upset, you’ve never seen him so scared. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” You immediately apologize. “Y/N, I can't find Fat Nuggets anywhere! I took my eyes off of him for one second and he disappeared! My poor baby!” Angel says, clearly in a state. He looks like he might even cry. It’s gonna be okay, we just…need to split up! I’ll head downstairs and you stay up here.”You say, trying to remain calm. Angel nods, and you both go your separate ways.

You search all the rooms on the first and second floor, the lobby, the bar, and even the basement. There is no sign of the little pig. You were sure you would find him rooting around somewhere in the kitchen but still, no Fat Nuggets. You notice the back door is slightly ajar, you definitely didn’t use that door when you were down here earlier. You open it, expecting to have solved the mystery, but still nothing. You lean against the wall and let out a defeated sigh. “Dammit, Fat Nuggets, where are you?” You say out loud. Suddenly there is a rustlin noise inside a tipped over trash can. You lift the lid and inside is a very happy looking little pig. You scoop him up and give him a big hug, he must have gottens stuck out there looking for a snack. As you carry Fat Nuggets upstairs you hear a shriek of joy coming from Angel Dust. “My baby!” He cries as you hand him over. “Don't you ever leave my side again!” He says, baby talking to the little pig while giving him a snuggle. “I owe you one, Y/N.” Angel says with a smile. “Dont worry about it, I’m just happy we found the little guy.” You gently boop the little pig’s nose. —------------ As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of pink and orange across the sky, a sense of tranquility settled over the hotel. The warm glow of the fading sunlight painted the walls in soft, golden hues made the place feel somewhat serene. Finding Fat Nuggets took up the rest of your afternoon and you were feeling unusually exhausted. 

 You head down to the lobby and see Nifty cleaning up the last of the dusting you did earlier.

She greets you as usual. “Good Evening, Miss Y/N! How was your day?” She pauses her cleaning and stares up at you with her single cyclops eye. “I am so worn out, Nifty. How are you?” You return, smiling down at her tiny figure.

“I’m okay. There aren't as many bugs in the hotel to squish anymore so I’m getting pretty bored.” You smile at her, Not entirely sure how to respond to that statement. She always says the wildest stuff, but you’re used to it. Alastor says she's always been pretty quirky. “You should go spend time with your boyfriend.” Nifty teases,”I’ll deal with the rest of the chores.” “Thank you, I could really use a break. Today was a mess.” You say with a sigh of relief. After walking down the long, lavish hallway to Lucifer's room. You open the door slowly, you don't want to wake him if he is asleep. The King is already in bed wearing nothing but a robe and his reading glasses. The lamp next on the bedside table is the only source of light in the room. The blonde haired man is reading a book and glances over at you when he hears you come in. “I was wondering when you’d be here.” He says with a smile on his face. He closes his book and sets it on the nightstand along with his gold rimmed glasses. “Sorry I’m late, I’ve had a really long day.” You admit as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Oh? What did you get up to today?” He asks and crawls toward you. “There was a lot to do around the hotel today, a mountain of dishes and so much cleaning. Like seriously, where does all this dust come from?! Then Angel lost Fat Nuggets and he was outside…” You ramble on and Lucifer listens intently. “Fat Nuggets?” Lucifer chuckles and cocks his head to the side. “His pet pig.” You remind him. “Oh, I see…” Lucifer places his hand on your cheek. His warm touch sends shivers down your spine. He pulls your face closer and kisses your lips gently. Your heart flutters and you kiss him back, blushing slightly.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now.” Lucifer laughs, knowing exactly what he's doing to you. “Sounds like you need some time off. I notice you do a lot around here, you shouldn’t wear yourself out like that.” “I just want to show Charlie that I support her dream and believe in her.” Your words make Lucifer’s heart swell, the fact that you are trying so hard to impress his daughter is quite possibly the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He smiles at you, his expression full of love and admiration. You return his smile, your face bright red. He pulls you in for a tight hug, burying his face into your hair. “You’re doing just fine, my love. You can let up a little.” He whispers in your ear, “You should let me take care of you for a couple days.” Lucifer's voice is sticky sweet, you can see why Eve was so easily swayed. You melt into his arms and he kisses the top of your head. “I know exactly what you need…” Lucifer days, his voice laced with a mischievous tone. “Do you…?” You ask and giggle at his bold statement. He reluctantly lets go of you and takes off to the bathroom connected to his room. You can hear him turn on the faucet to fill up the tub. Lucifer walks out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he grabs your hand and pulls you close, his eyes half lidded. He kisses your cheek and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Come with me, my dear.” He leads you to the bathroom, the tub is filled about half way with warm water. The room is filling with steam and the lights are low, a few candles are lit. The ambiance is warm and charming just like he is. Your eyes widen and you feel Lucifer hands tug at your clothes, silently telling you to take them off. Your face feels hot as you start to remove your clothing, piece by piece. You leave them in a pile on the floor, trying your best to keep your composure. “I have to admit I wasn’t expecting this…” You say, Lucifer smirks, pleased with himself and your reactions. He removes his robe, revealing his perfect body. He steps into the tub and turns to you.

"Well, are you coming or not?" He teases, you take his hand and slowly get in the tub with him. He sits behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you just a bit closer. Together, you both leaned back against the edge of the tub, letting the warmth of the water soothe your weary muscles. The stress of the day melted away, you could feel your muscles relax, you lean the back of your head on his shoulder, breathing him in.

"See? Isn't this much better?" Lucifer purrs in your ear.  

You nod and let your eyes close. You can feel him kiss your temple and you can't help but smile. “I definitely needed this…”You murmured, Lucifer's hands begin to roam your body, his hands trace down your arms. 

"You have the most beautiful skin...I can't help but touch it." He whispers and kisses your neck, you sigh softly. "And you always smell like vanilla, I adore that..."

“You flatter me, Lucifer.” You reply. He kisses the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands begin to massage your shoulders, "Are you cold?" He asks, noticing the goosebumps forming on your skin. With gentle hands, his fingertips traced delicate patterns along the contours of your skin. In the hushed ambiance, time seemed to slow, as if caught in the embrace of the moment. “No, I’m fine.” You assure him.” You’re just really good with your hands.” “Is that so?” Lucifer says with a playful tone. He can barely contain himself, the way your body responds to his touch is fascinating to him. Lucifer's hands travel lower down your torso and gently cup your breasts. You hum softly and push your body closer to his.

"My, you're a needy one tonight, aren't you?" He chuckles and runs his thumbs over your nipples. "I think I know exactly how to help you." His hands travel lower and lower until they reach your core. Your breath hitches and your face turns a bright shade of red and Lucifer notices. "Is that okay, my love?" He asks, making sure he's not overstepping his bounds.

"Y-yes, it's more than okay.”

Lucifer's fingers explore your folds, teasing and prodding. His movements are slow and deliberate, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of your body. You gasp as he enters a finger into you. You moan softly and your back slightly arches. "That's it, my love, just let go, let me take care of you." The King’s tone is lustful and alluring. Lucifer adds a second finger and starts thrusting in and out, his thumb rubs your clit. He moves his fingers faster and harder. “Luci…fuck…” You swear followed by another moan, the pleasure is overwhelming. You can feel him smile against your skin, his hand working wonders between your thighs. You bite your lip and whimper, gripping the edge of the tub. Lucifer bites the tip of your ear and quickens his pace. “That’s it my dear, are you gonna cum for me?” Lucifer groans and pushes his fingers deeper inside you. You let out a whimper, a feeling of warmth growing deep within your core. Between the steam from the bathtub and all the stimulation you start to feel a little dizzy. Lucifer groans and buries his face into the crook of your neck. He focuses back on your clit, his middle finger massaging little circles, picking up speed with each second that passes. You can't stop the moans from escaping your mouth, the pleasure is too much. You can't hold back any longer and your body is rocked with wave after wave of pleasure. Lucifer's fingers move slower, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your face is bright red. Lucifer pulls his fingers out and wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight.

"Are you alright?" He asks, kissing your neck. You nod and completely relax into Lucifer's body. You lay in the bathtub together, his fingers caress your arm, he presses another kiss to your temple.

"I think it's time you got some rest." He says, barely above a whisper. You both get out of the tub and Lucifer wraps a towel around you.

"You're absolutely perfect." He says with a grin and kisses your nose. You smile at him, continue to dry off and wrap your hair in a towel. Lucifer loans you a pair of his silk pajamas, they are just slightly too big for you. But all that does is add to how comfortable they are. You lay in bed next to him, the covers pulled over your shoulders. He pulls you close and runs his fingers through your hair.

"So, tomorrow you will do no chores, no errands, just relax and take it easy.” He says, with a slightly demanding tone. You lay your head down on his bare chest and he picks up his book. “Yes sir…no chores…” You murmured against his skin. “He chuckles, "Good girl. That's what I like to hear.” He praises while putting his glasses back on. You're exhausted from the day and can barely keep your eyes open. Before long, you fall asleep in the arms of your love, ready for a trouble free day tomorrow. 

[asapeveryday]

SHOCK FACTOR★彡 PART 6 (FINAL)

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Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Rival!Reader

Warnings: smut (strap-on sex anddd things that go with that)

A/n: ik ya’ll been waiting for this one. Thanku to the anon who requested this special scenario and thanku to the multiple anons who wanted this series in the first place, as well as everyone else who’s been showing shock factor some love 🩷 more fics coming soon.

SHE KISSES YOU like she’s been fantasizing about it for ages, and you can’t help but be turned on at the fact that she probably has. The thought of Paige, legs spread beneath her blanket, hand clamped over her mouth to cover her whimpers as she thinks of you while her hand toys with herself is insane. When you lay on her bed, all you can think of is how many times she must’ve thought of this.

She has a habit of dragging her thumb across your lips and looking into your eyes as if she’s scared to forget what you look like in this moment. Her bedroom is cold but your absolutely dying of heat underneath her body, her hands timidly feeling you while she presses her mouth to yours, tilting her head and letting out little noises.

You relish in how her back slightly arches when your hands meet the skin underneath her shirt, a toned, smooth surface that grows goosebumps as your fingers edge their way under her sports bra. Paige pulls away from kisses with a slowness that urges you to chase after her, but she’s always back for more before you can do so.

“Don’t rush.” She mumbles against your skin. “I wanna take my time with you.”

Horny and aching from need, you reluctantly obey. Her voice is raspy and soft, softer then you’d expected it to be. Paige occasionally pauses above you once your hands begin to kneed her breasts and pull at her nipples.

You open your mouth slightly, allowing her tongue to meet yours. She moves languidly with you, relishing the slight whimpers and noises that leave your mouth. You let your hands leave her tits and cup her face, then one hand tugs at her ponytail. Paige lets out a louder whine at this, and you can’t help but smile. “Baby likes her hair pulled? Never woulda known.” You say with arrogance that you know must feel like a slap to her ego.

“Shut up.” She seethes, her eyes narrowed and tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“You know you can cuss now,” you tilt your head. “since we’re gonna fuck.”

She’s taken aback, eyes wide for a moment as she recalls when she told you she only curses during specific situations. Her lips ghost soft kisses against your jaw before hovering above your ear. “Is that what we’re doing?”

Paige’s knee is nestled tight between your thighs, but you open your legs further as you look into her blue eyes. “How wide do I have to spread before you take the hint?”

Biting her lip, you can almost make out the minuscule “shit” that she murmurs under her breath. She’s truly soaking you in, the way you’re spread out on her bed beneath her, legs open and eyes begging.

“S��� that’s what you want, huh?” She finally says. “I can take a hint.”

Paige gets off of the bed for a moment and you immediately miss her warmth, though it’s replaced with a different feeling when she turns your back to you, and slowly takes her compression long sleeve off. Her back is flexed and muscular beneath her sports bra, which she teasingly pulls over head.

You sit up on the bed in awe, watching as she strips herself bare. You wonder how much it’s turning Paige on, having your eyes stuck on every inch of her body, her broad shoulders and toned arms are enough to make you wet.

And the strap makes your stomach drop.

She adopts a newfound confidence when it’s on her, clearly emasculated by the look on your face as you take the sight of her in.

“Sit.” You say, patting the edge of the bed. She obliges with an unsure look on her face. You slip off the bed and kneel between her legs, placing your hands on her thighs and looking up at the strap, then her face. Paige understands what you want to do.

“Are you sure?”

“Just watch me.” You smile, taking the strap in your hands and licking the tip while keeping your eyes trained on her. She’s fidgety, gripping the sheets behind her as you lick up and now the length before finally putting it in your mouth.

You’re not quite used to the sensation of the plastic in your mouth but you can assume the little make-believe blowjob is having the effect you hoped for, because Paige is biting her lip fervently now as her hands find your head.

The sight of her low eyes and shameless staring while you slowly take her length in your mouth is soaking your panties on it’s own, especially when she begins to buck her hips.

She suddenly begins to let out soft moans, her head thrown back and breathing quickening. There’s something different going on now.

You stop bobbing your head for a moment and hold the strap teasingly on your tongue, and then you can feel it. The quiet noise, the slight sensation. There’s a part of the strap that is inside of Paige and it’s vibrating.

“Don’t stop.” She mumbles, looking at you pleadingly.

“The vibrator not enough?” You tease, parting your mouth with a strap and letting a string of saliva form between your lips and the plastic.

Paige’s grip on your head tightens for a moment, and she jerks herself forward almost involuntarily, probably from the vibrations.

“C’mon baby, please.” She whines. “I needa see you take me in your mouth.”

You shake your head. “I’ll take you in a different way.”

She lays back on the bed now, and you take your time crawling on top of her. She’s absolutely flushed and in awe as you take your shirt and basketball shorts off, leaving you in your sports bra and underwear. You pull your panties to the side achingly slow, revealing to Paige how wet she’s made you.

“Fuuuck.” She mutters, bringing a hand to her face and then both to your hips. You’re hovering carefully above her, letting the tip graze your labia ever so slightly.

“Ready Paige?” You sigh, and she nods her head immediately, guiding you as gently as possible onto her strap, and enjoying every moment as your eyes screw shut and your mouth omits a noise she’s only dreamt of.

It’s slow at first, with her hands helping you bob up and down on her. The sound of your ass clapping against her skin and the slight vibration you can feel is pornographic.

“You take me so- fuck, so well.” She gasps as your pace quickens.

You’re grasping onto her core, her tits, anything you can manage. Although your legs are already beginning to burn you refuse to slow down, it feels too good. Almost as if the strap was truly a part of her. Paige’s moans and your own are filling the room, as well as the occasional slap to your ass from her calloused hands,

You collapse forward onto her, arms caging her head beneath you as your hips continue to grind. You’re face to face now, foreheads touching and breathing each others air.

“Wanted this, uhhg, s’bad Paige.” You whisper weakly to her. “Thought about you all the time. Wanted you to fuck me right there at that restaurant.”

“I would’ve gone under the table,” Paige murmurs back, hands gripping your ass now and helping you fuck yourself silly. “n’ I would’ve eaten you out. Couldn’t even pay attention to what you were saying.”

The thought is enough to drive you wild, especially since you’d had a similar idea at the time. You can imagine Paige pretending to drop something, then not coming back up until you’re writhing in your seat, panties around your ankles.

“Stop.” You cry. “If you keep talking I’m gonna cum, seriously.”

“I wanted to kiss you so bad.” She smirks against your skin, then abruptly flips you over. She’s on top of you now, your back is arched and your face is almost pressed into the sheets. She holds your hands behind you before you can use them to cushion yourself.

Paige is pumping into you now, admiring the sight of your ass pressed flush against her groin. Her hands are holding your wrists tight. “I was gunna kiss you on the street. Then maybe I woulda turned you around like this.”

You can’t even respond anymore, you’re out of breath and crying of pleasure into her bed now that a tense, building feeling is forming in your stomach.

“If Elaine didn’t call would you have let me, ma?” She moans out. “Would you have let me eat it from the back? Or would you have pussied out.”

“Paige.” You cry out against her sheets. “M’ gonna cum, oh my god.”

She doesn’t say anything else, and you know she’s getting close too. Her thrusts are growing sloppier and she’s moaning more then she’s talking, whatever words leave her mouth are impossible to understand through the exhaustion and sheer sound of sex.

You and her climax almost in unison, it’s the most relieving thing you’ve felt in a long time, both sexually and mentally. When Paige slumps down on the bed beside you, hurriedly taking the strap off and pressing her warmth to your back you know your problems with her are over.

“(Name).” She mumbles. “You good, baby?”

“Mmhm, yeah.” You huff out, smiling as she laughs. You can feel her toying with your hair.

“M’sorry.” She says quietly.

You turn around now to face her. “Sorry?”

“Yeah.” She says, matter o fact. “M’sorry I was such a dick to you. sorry I lied about Elaine. M’sorry I didn’t eat you out when I had the chance.”

You chuckle at the last part, and let your hand cup her face fondly. “We’re good, P. And you can eat me out whenever you like.”

The two of you laugh together, legs entwined and eyes connected by some sort of invisible beam of comfort and affection. She’s smiling in a way you’ve only seen glimpses of, and it’s warming your soul.

“You’re leaving.” She says, laughter fading.

“What?”

“You’re leaving Storrs in a couple more days.”

You stare into her eyes for a moment. Her expression is disappointed and you know yours probably is too. You can’t be in Storrs longer then you have planned, but you want to stay.

“Come visit me.” You finally say. “Come to California n’ stay with me.”

“Now?” She asks, eyes wide.

“Whenever.” You smile. “We have the summer. I better see you.”

Paige places a soft kiss on your lips. “You will ma, trust me.”

“What’d you say on that live again?” You ask her in between kisses. “That I was boring? Had no shock factor?”

“Don’t start.” Paige rolls her eyes, poking your cheek.

“You, my girl, have enough shock factor for a lifetime.”

[ak319]

Lovesick Rich Gf x Fem gp reader

(Headcanon #2)

II Scenarios based, contains implied sexual themes and fluff II

"Where you off to, baby?" Roxi's voice rang out as she watched you shut the fridge door, a choco bar already halfway to your mouth. She eyed you suspiciously as you took a bite, clearly enjoying the sweet treat.

"Nothing, just Teddy called me, for a hangout," you mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate.

"And?" Her tone had an edge to it now, and you could feel her eyes boring into you.

You stopped chewing and flopped down beside her on the sofa, trying to seem casual. "And what?" You forced a grin, glancing past her at the perfect view of the beach outside the window, hoping to change the subject. Maybe she wouldn’t notice.

Roxi’s brows furrowed, and her expression turned from suspicious to outright annoyed. "Are you serious? We have a dinner with Mommy and Daddy."

Oh.

Shit.

You.

Had.

Forgotten.

"Um--"

"And they invited us a week ago!" Her voice grew louder, her frustration bubbling over as she leaned closer, her finger jabbing your chest lightly with each word.

You gulped, adjusting your hoodie as if that might shield you from the heat of her glare. "I know, I know. I just--forgot, alright?"

Roxi's eyes narrowed, her tone growing sharper and almost mocking. "Really? You are bullshitting right now. We talked about it yesterday!"

Right, after that long session when you were too tired to even reply. Of course, that's when she chose to bring up the most important stuff. Always.

You winced at the accusation, knowing she had a point. “Look, I swear, it just slipped my mind! Teddy called last minute, and I thought-”

She cut you off, her lips curling into a dangerously sweet smile as she leaned even closer, practically nose-to-nose with you now. “You thought what, exactly? That I wouldn’t notice if you ditched our dinner for some bro time?”

You tried to keep your cool, offering a weak smile. "Roxi, come on. You know I’d rather be with you. Look, I'm sorry, but I’ll be back before that. Like at 6. It's literally 2 right now."

She let out a sigh, a sure sign she was agreeing, but the hint of a pout on her lips told you she was still upset.

"C'mon, darling. Don’t be like that." You leaned in closer, flashing a playful smile. "Now be a good girl and send me off with a kiss."

She huffed and got up, moving toward the balcony. This was going to be tough.

You followed her, wrapping your arms around her from behind. This time, she spoke, but her words weren’t directed at you, they were for the life growing inside her.

"Your mom has clearly shown where her priorities lie."

"Roxi--how can you even say that?! Look at me." You spun her around, but she refused to meet your eyes.

"Roxi. I’m dead serious. Look. At. Me."

She met your gaze, her expression blank. "You know that’s not true. I work hard for you, for our future, and for our baby-"

"Work isn't the only way to show you care, y'know. There's attention, there's time, there's..." Her voice cracked as she started to sniffle, and your hold on her arms loosened.

"God, Roxi, I am---trying my best here...and I know sometimes I'm just not-"

She cut you off with a small nod. "No, I know. You’re doing so much, and of course, Daddy keeps you busy. I know it's tough and you know how he is but... I just sometimes miss the old you..."

She trailed off, her voice barely a whisper. She missed the time when you served only her before everything became so complicated. And deep down, you missed it too, your simple ass job. You felt like you were caught between two worlds, one where her father demanded the best from you, and one where you were her girlfriend. And now, the unexpected addition to your lives only made things more complicated.

It’s not like you regret any of it. You love her with all your heart, but sometimes you just need a break from all of this. Because she isn’t the only one who misses the way things used to be, you do too. Being rich and being with the rich is not as easy as it seems. There’s so much you have to be careful of, both professionally and personally. And then there’s your own family, who needs your time too. But spending time with her parents will always be a challenge to you, especially her father. God, he loved to give you a hard time.

"I love you, baby, I always will." You held her hand, pressing a kiss to the spot where the ring rested, letting your lips linger against her skin. She melted into you, immediately wrapping her arms around your neck, bringing her forehead to rest against yours.

"I love you too, my baby. Forever."

Without breaking the moment, you scooped her up in a bridal style and carried her over to the couch. The phone buzzed on the coffee table, Teddy’s name flashed on the screen. But right now, that didn't matter. You couldn't leave her like this, still in the haze of emotions from your conversation.

"Imma cuddle you to death for, I would say, 30 minutes, if that's alright, madame."

She let out a soft giggle as you laid her down on the spacious, cozy couch, settling beside her. "When has that ever been wrong?"

You grinned, nestling against her warmth. "By the way, Ava called, and she wants to meet up too, a couple’s date, y'know."

"Ava... as in Arlo's girlfriend?" Your eyes flickered with curiosity, and she nodded, knowing the memories those names stirred. Arlo and Ava are her old friends from high school. Arlo, now an F1 driver, and Ava, his lively partner, quickly took to you when you were introduced at Arlo's race.

"Yeah, yeah. Are you free next weekend?" she asked, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest. You considered it, then shrugged subtly.

"Maybe... I can't say for sure as of now, but-"

"No ifs or buts." She interrupted you, sliding herself closer, her lips just a breath away from yours. "Now you will be. Sunday’s cool." Her fingers brushed along the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

You felt a smirk tug at your lips as you leaned in, your voice low against her ear. "But what if I had other plans?"

Her gaze sharpened, and she arched a brow. "Cancel them. You can’t seriously think I’d let you spend your Sunday anywhere else when I’m right here." She punctuated her words with a teasing kiss on your jawline, her lips warm against your skin.

"Even if I had plans with Teddy?" You teased, watching the way her eyes narrowed slightly, her possessiveness slipping through.

She huffed, her hands sliding down your chest with just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "Oh, Teddy can wait. Tell him you’re busy... and I’m sure I can convince you to stay." Her lips grazed yours, teasingly slow, sending heat flooding through you.

You couldn't resist her--never could. Not when she was like this, a mix of playful and demanding, a glint of mischief in her eyes. And damn right, Roxi is well aware of this. With one swift movement, you reached over and silenced your phone, tossing it aside. "Teddy who?" you murmured against her lips, pulling her closer, your hands slipping under the hem of her shirt.

She laughed softly, her voice dropping to a whisper as her lips brushed yours again. "That’s what I thought, babe. Now, you’re all mine."

And as your mouth met hers, you both knew there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

・❥・

The evening starts with a romantic drive. You’ve convinced her that it’s just a regular date night, but as you drive her to your destination, she notices you’re taking a different route towards the beach. Roxi, ever curious, raises an eyebrow.

“Babe, where are we going?” she asks, looking out at the setting sun turning the sky shades of orange and pink.

You flash her a sly smile, keeping your gaze on the road. “You’ll see. Just trust me.”

You pull up to a secluded area by the beach, where the waves crash gently against the shore. Roxi steps out, and as she takes in the scene, she spots a path lined with lanterns and rose petals leading down to a private section of the beach. She glances back at you, her expression softening with a mix of curiosity and affection.

Guiding her by the hand, you lead her down the lit path. At the end, there’s a beautifully set-up picnic blanket, surrounded by flickering candles. It’s simple, yet filled with little details she loves, her favourite chocolate, the soft music of her favourite band playing from a hidden speaker, and a cosy setup with pillows to lounge on.

She sinks down onto the blanket, giggling as she sees her favourite flowers on display. “You really went all out, didn’t you?”

You sit beside her, your heart racing as you pour her a glass of a drink. “Only the best for you, Roxi.”

The two of you spend the next hour talking, laughing, and enjoying the sunset together, the conversation flowing effortlessly like always. But as twilight descends, your nerves kick in. You take a deep breath, glancing at her with a tender smile.

“I have one more surprise,” you say, your voice a little shaky. You stand up, and she tilts her head in confusion as you reach into your jacket pocket. Her eyes widen when she sees the small velvet box in your hand.

You drop to one knee, taking her hand in yours. For a moment, the world seems to slow, the sound of the ocean fading into the background.

“Roxi,” you begin, your voice steady but filled with emotion, “I’ve loved every single moment with you. From our lazy weekends to our spontaneous adventures, to those little fights about nothing that make us laugh five minutes later. You make every day better more beautiful, more vibrant, just like you are.”

Her eyes glisten, a soft smile playing at her lips, but she’s holding her breath, waiting for what’s next. What she had been dying to hear from you the moment she met you has finally come true!

“You’ve shown me what it means to love and be loved, and I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me. And now, you’re giving me the greatest gift, our little one, a part of you and me, our little baby. I know in my heart that they’re going to be so lucky, so blessed, to have you as their mother. They’ll grow up with your strength, your warmth, and that beautiful heart of yours. And I can’t wait to see the way your eyes light up when you hold them, the same way they do whenever you look at me. I want to build this future with you, with our little family. Roxi, will you marry me?”

She’s already tearing up, her hand covering her mouth, and for a second, you feel the world hanging in the balance. Then she laughs a sweet, joyful sound and nods, her eyes sparkling.

“Yes! Yes, of course, I will!” she says, practically launching herself into your arms, almost knocking you over. You catch her, both of you falling into the sand as you hold each other tightly, her lips meeting yours in a deep, breathless kiss.

When you pull back, still holding her close, you slip the ring onto her finger. It glimmers in the candlelight, but not nearly as much as her smile as she admires it. “You did good, babe,” she whispers against your lips, giving you a teasing smile.

"Anything for you, darling."

[signoferoda]

TAUGHT WELL - HS

summary: the kids go into protective mode after someone flirts with y/n at the beach

Novie was the first to notice. Her little eyebrows furrowed as she tugged on her oldest brother's top. At only 6 years old, she was the youngest and only girl out of the styles family, she was a replica of her mother was what Harry said the day she was born and has said every day since then.

“Yes, Vivi. What’s up?” Theo asked, raising his eyebrow and looking ever so lovingly at his youngest sibling. His eyes were a darker shade of green and his hair dark brown, he was his father's twin. Standing a little over six foot at just 18 years old, he towered over the little girl.

“I don’t like that guy” Novie pointed, directing her brother's attention to the man standing a tad bit too close to their mother, who was currently standing in line to get some ice cream. “He’s looking at Mama weirdly” she states. This gets the attention of the two other styles boys, Blake and Indi, who lift their sunglasses and look over at their siblings.

They were on holiday, somewhere in the Caribbean, enjoying the last few days of the winter break before they had to get back to England to go back to school. Harry was on his stomach, snoozing away, his back smothered in the suncream y/n put on him earlier before she decided to get the kids ice cream.

Blake scoffs as he gets up from the beach towel, giving it a minute, watching the way the guy continues to ogle their mother despite the massive rock on her ring finger and the “Harry” tattoo on her collarbone. Blake was the hot-headed one, at 16 years old, he was slightly taller than Theo, his hair slighter longer. The perfect mix of his parents, definitely getting his dad's temper.

“If he as much as touches mum it’s game over” Blake states.

“I bet he’s going to ask her who we are” Indi speaks, he was the quietest out of the four. A lot more into his books and video games, and more of an introvert. He was 12, and already wise beyond his years.

“He’ll shit it when he finds out she’s our mum” Blake replies, his dark eyes staring intensely at the way the guy laughs, y/n looks over and the kids give her all a wave to which she smiles widely and waves back.

“Here we go,” Theo says, chuckling as he hears the guys gasp.

“No way you’re a mum” the guy gasps, his hand coming to lift his sunglasses off his eyes. “To an eighteen-year-old?! What! You look insanely good”

“We had him young” y/n chuckles awkwardly, looking over at the kids.

They watch on as the guy points to the ice cream that was just placed in her hand, assuming he asked to pay for it. “He’s tryna ask her out”

“That’s messed up, she’s clearly married”

“Her rings the size of Novie's head, can’t he see” Blake scoffs making Theo chuckle.

“Some guys are just divs and like married women” Theo replies, shrugging.

“That’s so fucked up”

“Right? So fucked up” Novie says making Theo sigh.

“Don’t say that Nov. Blake, watch your mouth” Theo says, before clapping his hand on the back of his brother's backs, “it’s time guys” he states as they watch the guy's hand brush over y/ns as he hands her some tissue to clean off the melting ice cream in her hand.

Theo ducks down to Novie. “You know what to do right, Novie Bear?” He fist bumps her.

“I’ve got it, Teddy Bear. Project rescue mum is underway” Theo chuckles at her nickname for him. He nods at Indi to follow her and the two set off to their mother, an innocent-looking adorning their faces.

“Mama” they hear Novie say as she wraps her hands around their mother's middle, Y/n smiles at her daughter as she hands the ice cream off to Indi who takes a lick. Y/n knows her kids like the back of her hand, she knows what they’re doing and it makes her chuckle softly to herself, just like their father she thinks. Harry was the one that instilled the project rescue mum into them, telling them to take care of their mother whenever he wasn’t around.

“Yes, baby girl? Are you alright?” Y/n asks as she ruffles her hand through her daughter's locks before looking over at her son who leans over to kiss her cheek.

“Can we go get some coconuts?” She looks up at her mother, with an innocent smile.

“Do you like coconut water?” The guy asks, causing Indi to scoff. “I could go get it for you? Would you like that?”

“No no it’s fine, truly thank you” Y/n replies just as her two older sons join her. The two boys tower over the guy and he has to look up to see them. They’re big, just like their dad, looking a lot older than their actual age.

“Hey mum, you nearly done?” Theo asks as Y/n is handed another ice cream from the man making them. Theo takes it off her with a smile.

“Nearly, just got another two left” she replies.

“It’s fine, Blake and I could wait for them, why don’t you go take Vivi to get her coconuts?” Theo offers and y/n nods before smiling.

“Thank you, angel”

“Make sure to get dad some as well, you know how he gets when he has to share his coconut water, he’s obsessed” Blake sniggers as everyone catches onto what he’s trying to imply. Harry hates coconut, especially coconut water, but that’s not important.

“Just like how he’s obsessed with you, right mama?” Novie asks, tugging on her mum's hand.

“Oh yeah, dad's insane about mum, he loves her so much” Indi speaks up, “oh look he’s awake, wave at him guys” The whole family waves at Harry who looks over with a smile, his hand up in the air. His hair was just growing back, so they stuck up awkwardly making him look so endearing. But as he gets up, his muscles flexing, it causes the guy to swallow before he excuses himself.

“Some men are disgusting, flirting with a married woman” Blake can’t help but say and without a doubt the guy heard him but he chose not to look back.

Harry comes up to his wife just as the last two ice creams are handed over to Theo. “How’s my perfect family doing?” He asks, snaking his hands around his wife’s middle before leaning in to kiss her cheek. He ruffles the boy's hair before pulling away and kissing Novie's cheek.

“Oh alright, just scaring off men as usual” Y/n laughs.

“men that have no shame” Theo adds.

“Who blatantly flirts with a woman whilst her whole family is there” Indi says and Harry rolls his eyes.

“Men who need their di-“

“Ok we get it Blake” Harry chuckles, before leading his family back.

“I swear, they’re just like you” y/n smiles, as Harry tugs her closer.

“I’ve taught them well, they know you’re our number one priority babe,” he says as he kisses her cheek before taking a quick bite out of Blake’s ice cream. The family chuckles and go back to enjoying their time under the sun.

[igotanidea]

(6) Cheater: Dick Grayson x reader

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

A/N: I'm damn aware it took me ages, I;m sorry! But - as many people asked for it (@pookieisme4life :D) and I DID HEAR YOU ALL, I hereby give you the preludium to the finale!! :D

MDNI!

TW: mention of self-harm/suicidal thoughts, brief description of rough s*x, bit of violence, swearing

***

FUCK!!

She felt like yelling, screaming, falling to the ground, tearing her eyes out, cutting her wrists, anything to get rid of this heavy feeling in her chest.

SO FUCKING STUPID

Falling into the same pattern of behavior as many more before her and – most probably – many more after her.

She should have known better.

No man in relationship ever leaves the girl for a lover

NO MAN.

EVER.

And yet she thought that him… that Dick… that he would be different.

She thought-

STUPID IDIOTIC IDIOT WITH STUPID UNREALISTIC BELIEFS.

Damn, it sucks to be a woman sometimes.

She hated herself.

Not only because of this stupid dickish Dick Grayson, but also because she acted like a piece of shit towards another girl.

Crossing out every single value she ever held dear to her heart.

Idiot.

***

“So, did you have fun?”

“Sienna-“

“Was she fucking better?!”

“Sienna, honey-“

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare calling me honey, right now!” she lunged at him, trying to slap his cheek, scratch his oh-so-fucking-stupid-pretty-face. To hurt him in any way possible, that could never ever measure the amount of pain she was feeling. Too bad Dick could easily predict her every move and block it with zero effort.

“Just listen to me-“ he grabbed both her wrist and held it to his heart. He should have known that her initial reaction that was almost shockingly calm would turn into a blind rage sooner or later.

Clearly sooner.

“You are –“

“A liar, a cheater and unworthy of your attention.”

“That’s not even close to truth.” Sienna struggled against him.

“What can I do to make it better?” – despite letting go off all the pretenses and running after the girl that really mattered to him?

“Nothing. We’re done here.” Finally she managed to wriggle free, walking towards the wardrobe and started throwing his clothes out.

“Don’t say that-“

“I will say whatever the fuck I want right now!” jackets, shirts, pants and even socks flew In every single direction in the room.

“Stop it- Sienna- Come on- “ he grabbed his favorite piece of clothing before it landed on the ground – “Come on-! Sienna! Stop it-!” before she realized what was happening, he was holding her waist, pressing her against the wall.

The tension in the room were tense enough to stop them from making any move, and yet, for a single moment he was way more scared than in any other life-threatening situation he encountered as Nightwing. She was angry. He saw it in her eyes. But there was also vulnerability and some sense of longing. Dick wasn’t exactly sure what this longing was for, but that look- that look of bambi Sienna put on her face made him act completely recklessly.

He kissed her.

No – not just kissed, that would be a heavy understatement.

He consumed her.

That masculine energy and confidence he was always sporting, took a very surprising form of dominance.

His lips moved with hunger, forcing her to submission, shutting down any objections she might have had, causing her body to respond out of pure instincts, moaning and melting into his arms.

Clothes flew around the room again, but this time for much different – arguably more pleasurable reasons.

He fucked her hard and rough, ending with deep, red, bloody scratches on his back and leaving little dents in the wall due to the way the bedframe kept on hitting it.

And even as he became almost brutal, she never told him to stop. If anything – begged for more, pulling him closer, taking him deeper.

As if the pain he was giving and receiving could in any way make up for the fact that for the entire time they fucked he was seeing y/n’s face.

***

“You almost ruined the entire mission.”

He couldn’t even care much enough to respond.

“Nightwing.”

“Uh-huh….”

“Do you realize you could have compromised – “

“Yeah, whatever-“

“I shall not tolerate-“

Dick rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“You are being insubordinate. Do not try to act like your brother. Teenage rebellion doesn’t suit you.”

“Teenage rebellion? Huh! Funny you say it, B, because if anyone, you are acting like a spoiled 5 year old, who gets mad and pouty when someone does a step without his permission.”

“I don’t understand what is happening to you-“

“Of course you fucking don’t!” he finally yelled, spinning around angrily, ready to fight Batman. Instead, however, his eyes grew a little wider in sudden realization. He was not a fucking pawn. He was not a fucking piece of a puzzle Bruce was trying to form to his own liking. (bright discovery for a man his age if you allow me to be a “tad” sarcastic). With that realization he jumped out of the ledge of a building like a acrobat he was and rushed to her apartment.

“NIGHTWING!”

“FUCK YOU BATMAN!”

He was still broken-hearted but for some silly reason, yelling those words into the night, illuminated by Batman’s symbol adjourning the sky like a beacon of hope felt exhilarating. Damn, next thing he knew, he could be joining Jason in his little vendetta against Bruce. How fun would it be? Two brothers, joined by circumstances and similar history, trying to get justice for-

Focus.

“Right, right, focus…” he muttered to himself. “Y/N.”

No matter what, he was going to make things right between them.  

***

Where the hell could she be at 3 am?!

Partying? Not her.

Getting drunk at the bar with guys all over her? Not for long, once he beat them all to shit.

Staying at friend’s? Maybe, but then why was her phone on the nightstand, flickering with unread notifications from a few hours ago?

“Y/N?!” he cried out into the silence of the apartment, hoping against hope that she’d answer.

She was not in the bedroom, bathroom or in the living room.

“LET GO!!”

Oh, so there she was-

Outside.

Clearly in danger.

Dick rushed to the balcony to asses the situation, but before he could do anything, she was knocked down and dragged into a car.

“Y/N!!!” he yelled desperately, but it was no use as the black SUV (the fuck it always had to be black SUVs) took off with a squeal of tires, raising a cloud of dust.

“FUCK!”

There was not much he could do at the moment.

“Come with me.”

 “Huh!”

“Jeez. Chill out, Blue.” a masked persona that appeared out of nowhere, scoffed at him, easily holding back the punch Dick aimed with his escrima sticks.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I know where they took her.”

“huh?”

“your girlfriend.”

“She’s not- well she is, but technically-“

“Focus, idiot!” the person smacked his head. Not hard enough to cause any real damage, but hard enough to made him come back to reality.

Reality in which Y/N was straightforward kidnapped.

“how do you know—”

“I just know. And now I’m your best shot at getting her back in one piece.”

“And how do I know I can trust you?”

“Trust? Ha! God forbid you’d be so foolish to trust me.”

Dick scoffed.

“Where did they take her?”

“Just follow me.”

And just like that, he followed a stranger into danger.

And despite it sounding pretty lightly due to the rhyming, this self-appointed mission was about to change the lives of not one, not two, but a whole group of people.

And maybe – just maybe – some of them – would end up irreversibly changed.

Last part will be the grand finale!!

@miraculous-panic @fullbelieverheart @xlatinaaxx @ietss @arfrona

@gracescor3 @jaysgirlx @fuzzym4m4 @peachmartini @xenop0p

@leovergurl

[hislily00]

Inner Turmoil

Tags: cheating on Caleb with Sylus, long distance cuckholding, improper use of evol, dubcon (?), pussy eating, face grinding, creampie, lightly implied babytrapping, cum as lube, Caleb is kinda switchy here, begging, you don’t fuck sylus in this one

AO3

You rolled over on your side in his California king bed, bunching the warm sheets up towards your chest. You felt dirty and ashamed but you couldn’t stop thrumming from the aftershock of your orgasm.

This wasn’t good. No, that was an understatement.

You only meant to end it with him but here you are, in his bed — again.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Sylus purred over your shoulder sending shivers down your spine. He kissed your neck softly as he pulled you closer to him, his entire body enveloping you. “You were vocal just a few moments ago, do I have to make you speak” he kisses your shoulder, humming into your damp skin.

“Sylus, I can’t do this again” your voice was barely audible, you were weak and he knew it. (Partly because he fucked your brains out)

He turned you over to look at you. It was the one thing you couldn’t resist, his eyes. They were a weapon he used on you time and time again. And this followed by his silky and warm baritone voice, it was so hard to resist “And why’s that?” He whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips.

“You know why, I-I can’t keep doing this to him” shit your voiced cracked. His eyebrow raised, clearly amused by you. It was evident your resolve was nonexistent though you spoke as if you could even begin to leave him alone, it was cute.

“He doesn’t have to know” he smiled before slowly pressing his lips against yours. His hands pulled you closer, his grip becoming firmer as the kiss got more passionate. It was round…how many ever?? Because truth be told you lost count after the 5th. You’ve made a fuck nest over the course of 6 hours. Clothes and shoes were sprawled everywhere, your holster and gun on the dresser, it was the aftermath of your carnal desires.

Feeling yourself getting swept away again, you broke the kiss abruptly. “I-I’m sorry but I have to go, it’s late and I need to get home.” You quickly get dressed as he watched you scurry around the room for your things.

“Forgetting these?” He held your panties with his pointer finger. Right before you can take them, he swiftly grabs your wrist. He gives you a challenging glare before letting you go with a cocky grin on his face. “Alright, go…hurry before he fakes his own death to draw you out”. He huffed. You carefully lean over and tenderly kissed his cheek while holding his face with so much care, a little taste of what could be, he thought. He wanted more of it, he craved it.

Sylus doesn’t bother walking you to door, you knew your way out. The front door slammed shut, the sound bouncing off the walls causing a small echo in the base. He sat there disheartened, his smile dropping once he was alone. How long could he deal with sharing you? Knowing that you’ll only have him in this capacity was taking a toll on his heart. But he’d rather have a piece of you, than nothing at all.

You walked to your apartment building in a disheveled state. Your curls dropped, your heels wobbled and your purse nearly fell off your arm as you put your key in the door. “Fuck, why won’t this door…come on you damn—“ the door suddenly opened from the other side. Before you can even register the person who opened the door, the smell of your favorite dishes infiltrate your nostrils.

“Surprise!”

Of course it was your boyfriend Caleb but you thought he’d in bed by now. He was still in his fleet uniform but with an apron on. “Caleb—“ his lip press against yours before you could get another word in. “I know you told me you’d be working late so I figured why not have a hot meal ready for you. It’s kinda cold now buuut that’s alright, I’ll just warm it up for you”. You looked over the dishes on the kitchen island however you had no appetite, you were sick to your stomach.

He fixed your plate, occasionally glancing at you with a smile. But there you were, completely fucked and covered in another man’s scent. Now Caleb wasn’t dumb, he was beyond perceptive and astute to a fault. Still, he willfully brushed it off, played into your excuses to the point that he even believed them. It was a long day, fighting wanderers is hard work. he told himself.

“Caleb? Baby? I’m not really hungry”

“Oh yeah? Well…” he looked over everything he had fixed with a weak smile. “I understand, you must be spent. I’ll just put this away for your lunch tomorrow, yeah…”

“Thank you, gonna take a shower now” you force a smile before walking to the bathroom.

You sit under the shower head thinking about your night with Sylus, a night that was never supposed to happen again. Lewd sounds and images flood your mind as you wipe the water from your eyes. You scrub, wanting to wash away any evidence of him and your guilt.

Back in your shared bedroom, Caleb sits on the edge of the bed waiting for you but suddenly your phone beeps. A message from Skye? You never mentioned anyone named Skye, and a text at this hour? It must be important, right? He picked up your phone, listening for your movements in the bathroom before fiddling with your phone password.

It’s unlocked. “who the hell is Skye?”

He opened your messages and there it was.

“I miss you, sweetie”

“I’m outside, got you your own helmet this time”

“I need to feast, come here.”

His brow furrowed as he continued reading the thread of messages. it was long, going back almost a year ago.

Tears began to well in his eyes as he continued scrolling. The overtime and work trips coincided with the texts, you were cheating on him. Confused and hurt, he sat there trembling before locking your phone. Does he confront you? Tell you how much you had broke his heart? Even now, he was still worried about losing you despite what you did.

The shower water came to a halt, you emerge from the bathroom in a cloud of mist.

“Caleb?”

His head fell on your stomach, you immediately hold him against you.

“Baby? Are you alright?”

Caleb couldn’t utter a word, just a stifled sob. He shook his head against you, his hands gripping the back of your thighs before finally resting on your hips.

“Caleb, talk to me…”

He leaned back to look up at you, the tears rolling down his cheek.

“Y/N, do you love me?”

“Caleb, what’s wrong?” You held his face in your hands, wiping his tears with your thumbs. He closed his eyes to keep himself from breaking down.

“Y/N….be honest, for once” he stared at you blankly.

“Caleb…you know I love you, I don’t understand what’s going on with you” you murmured.

The wind howled, beating against the glass windows.

“Then who’s Skye” he tossed your phone on the bed.

What? How did—? No…

“Cheating?” you sounded genuinely confused, more so because you didn’t expect to get caught.

“What did he do that I didn’t, huh? Did he make you feel more special? I can do that, pips. Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it. I’ll do it all, I’ll do anything.” he kissed the inside of your wrist as he cried, his tears wetting your hand. He grabbed the towel, slowly pulling it off of you.

“Was he a better lover? I can make you feel good too. I’ll be a good boy, just let me….” he kissed your stomach, trailing down to your crotch.

“Caleb…stop, come on…” you tried to push his shoulder away but you felt like you were being in held in place by a force you couldn’t see.

His evol.

His hands felt over your ass and thighs, holding onto you to you for dear life.

“You don’t love him do you? Say it and I’ll forget this even happened, y/n.” He nuzzled into your thighs. This was your chance for you to say it, not only for him but for yourself. Your lips parted but before you could even bring yourself to respond you hear a slight wiring sound. You look towards your right side. Your eyes fixed on a black crow sitting on a tree branch; it was Mephisto watching the entire ordeal. Fuck, that meant he was watching. With you unable to move, you were helpless and stuck.

“Caleb, I’m sorry and I love you. Now let me go….lets discuss this in the morning”

Unconvinced, Caleb flicked his tongue over your slit before raising your left leg on the bed.

With his evol keeping you locked you in place. He sat down on the floor to get better angle so he could see all of you. He kissed your lips with so much reverence, it pained him to know someone touched you here. His tongue lapped your walls before his lips latched onto your clit. You looked down at his tear stained purple eyes, his desperation evident.

“C-Caleb….you don’t have to do this…” he groaned into your pussy as you protested, only focused on one thing— winning you over.

He released his evol, your legs wobbled as you adjusted to your own body weight, you eventually fall to the ground. But Caleb wasn’t finished with you. He pulled your legs over his shoulders, held your hips in the air and devoured you. You writhed as he brought you to your climax, your hips jerking up and down.

“That’s it use me, use my face. Hmhm”

He helped you grind your pussy on his face, from his chin to the tip of his nose. He licked his lips and dipped his tongue in your entrance like a thirsty dog.

He let your hips down carefully, putting your legs around his waist. Time couldn’t be wasted, at least in Caleb’s mind. He hastily took off his uniform jacket and unbuckled his pants finally freeing his stiff and girthy cock. The cock slaps jolted to you and it was fully coated it in your essence. He couldn’t resist smearing it all between your legs.

“You need it? Tell me you need it….” He begged. It was heavy and it commanded you to submit with its sheer weight.

“Caleb, I need you…only you…”

You grabbed his shaft and lined the tip at your entrance, he watched it sit there before slowly sinking into you. He rolled his hips gently as he kissed you. You gushed around his cock with every stroke, wetting his balls. His size alone could make you orgasm, the pressure of him spreading you so wide made your cunt ache around him.

Caleb fucked you from the side, putting you in a soft headlock as he slammed his cock into you. Each stroke deep and measured. He came inside and held it in, making sure his seed reached your cervix. Maybe this was his plan all along…to capture you once and for all.

He pulled out, watching the translucent glob leak out of you and on the bed.

He got between your legs and dipped his cock back inside, his cum coating himself completely. You both watched where you were connected in awe, his cum building up around the base of his cock. Oh fuck, you liked looking at his seed being pushed back inside you. He laid on top of you with his full body weight.

“Tell me you’ll never see him again” his voice somewhat shaky.

Without hesitation you answered.

“I won’t see him ever again.”

You sealed this promise with a kiss.

Back in the N109 zone, Sylus sat in his chair, watching with an air of arrogance. Seemingly unfazed despite what he watched. He put out his cigar and sat down his drink.

“You’re such a good liar, kitten.”

[numinousher]

“This is nice.”

You and Jungkook, after having gone on a ride, ended up on this hill that oversaw the city.

You two were leaning against his bike, his phone playing his r&b playlist that he said he liked listening to during nights like these. He was smoking and he had even asked permission—much to your surprise—if he could do so. With a nod of confirmation, he relaxed even more, in his element, as he blew out smoke from his lips.

“It is, huh?” He asked. “I usually come here to think. I found it after I got pissed at my job and needed to go somewhere. Sienna made me lose my fucking brain.”

You snort in agreement. “It’s a nice place, though. This will be something you’ll have to yourself now.”

“Well… and with you.”

“Why, I feel so honored.” You sweetly smiled. He rolled his eyes rather playfully and looked ahead towards the scenery of the twinkling stars and the buildings. You stayed silent before you said something he was feeling. “I’m not ready for them to move back, you know…?”

Jungkook sighed, digging his hand into his pocket while the other held the cigarette between his pointer and middle finger.

“Me neither,” he admitted with a breathy tone. He blew out smoke. “I just… I’m so fucking hurt still. I can’t even. I want to just smack the shit out of Jong-seok for both me and you.”

“And I’ll hit Sienna for both of us.”

He smiled a little. “Don’t do that, idiot. You’ll hurt your hands.” He looked away as he grinned in amusement at your scoff of surprise. He took another hit.

“My hands can handle it.”

“I didn’t say they couldn’t,” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes and huffed, crossing your arms. You grumbled under your breath, clearly defending yourself. “Just don’t want Sienna’s filth on your hands. What if you get infected?”

“With what?”

“The disease of cheating,” he answered in such a serious tone you acknowledged and remembered his humor was much more different than yours. He had a dry humor, sometimes dark, but he tried to crack a smile sometimes so people could see he was kidding. You got used to it in the few weeks together, you could only let out a snort of laughter now. “I’m being serious! What if you cheat on me with another roommate huh? Are you going to give another person’s roommate the cookies you bake for me? Who knows.”

You smile. “You know, I can never betray you like that. You’re the only one who can handle me crying at a movie I’ve watched 7 times a day sometimes.”

“6,” he corrected, dozing off, clearly not meaning to let that out. “Anyway, we need to let those two assholes realize that we’re fine.”

“How? They’ve seen our twitters at this point and our instagram stories.” You scoffed as you remembered what Jungkook had told you. “I can’t believe Sienna is still stalking your account.”

“I dicked her down good that’s why, she can’t stop thinking about me,” he muttered, blowing out smoke. You scrunch your nose in disgust before a horrified look crosses your face.

“Jungkook.”

“What?”

“We’re going to hear them fucking, dude,” you dramatically whispered out as if someone were hearing in the bushes—there was no one. “What the hell?”

“Then we’ll pretend we’re fucking but we’ll do it louder,” he said as if what he said wasn’t absurd. You let out a loud ‘huh?’ as you processed his words and his calm nature. “What?”

“We are going to pretend?”

He nodded and let his hand with the cigarette rest on his lap. “Yeah, we’ll pretend, princess. No, matter of fact, why don’t we pretend like we’re fucking dating? Those assholes think we’re affected, like we’re moping after them—”

“We are…” you commented, though it fell to deaf ears as Jungkook continued to think while you thought about the nickname he gave you.

“We can’t give them that satisfaction,” he scoffed out, more determined. “At all. They cheated on us and they get to be all happy? Hell, no. So, we’re going to pretend to be a couple for tomorrow while they show up because one thing they will do is show off.”

You bit your lip. “I don’t know… I'm a terrible liar. I can’t lie and I don’t know if Jongseok will remember the tell I have that always reveals I’m lying...”

“What is it?”

“I scratch the tip of my nose,” you mumble.

“I’ll just grab your hand,” Jungkook said as if it was the easiest thing. Maybe you were only overthinking it because that’s what you were good at, but you’re afraid Jongseok will see through you. “Listen… Do you want them to think we’re miserable?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Look, fake dating isn’t going to be where I do things without your consent and where I play around with your feelings,” Jungkook clarified. “I’m not that type of person, I don’t play around and fuck up. Fake dating will be us just… putting on a show for them. I’ll do things at your pace and I’ll respect you.”

“Are we really doing this?”

“That’s what friends are for and we’re just helping each other.”

He stepped on his cigarette as you gasped dramatically, fanning your eyes as if you were crying.

“I just got called a friend.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“You softie!”

He scoffed. He turned to you. “Since we’re doing this… we need a safe word just in case you don’t want to do this anymore or if I don’t want do this.”

You nodded in agreement.

“What should it be?”

“2.”

“Why?” You frowned, confused at the random number.

“Your account,” he answered. “It has a 2 in it.”

“You think about me so much, I live in your head rent free,” you chuckled, shaking back his hand. He gripped your hand a little tighter before he let go. “But, are you sure this is a good idea?”

He hummed. “We’ll be okay. You can be annoying sometimes but… you’re not that bad.”

“Aw, thank you!”

He shook his head with an amused smile before sticking out his hand. “Come on… let’s go on a little walk.”

“In the dark?” You exclaimed.

“Come on, princess.”

2U⭑.ᐟ ── O1O. safe word

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[chimerical-daydreams]

Will Loop ever tell or will there be a Plot that makes the King know who he could have been? Makes everyone else know his alternate history? Where is Loop from? In the end, I don't think they'll ever volunteer

Elaborating on my answers to a similar question, Loop is absolutely not telling anyone by their own will.

they are halfway decent at keeping their mask up while sif is around, but. uh. its starts to wear down after a while. they slip up and mention things they shouldn't, start acting kind of weird all of a sudden, and then Something happens (i havent decided what exactly what, but I have a list of options), and they just Fully Lose Their Shit. act 6 secret bossfight style. the truth abou loop comes out in a explosive manner, and they're fully ready to just Exile Themselves Forever or to just. Die. but as always, their family welcomes them back with open arms and a new understanding of them as a person.

But, as time goes by, and they find more of their family, it gets harder and harder to hide that they Know something that everyone else does not. By the time they cave and get Siffrin into the group, everyone is at least aware that Something is up, but no one is sure what, as Loop always finds a way to deflect if they ask about their past.

(Nille's theory is that their transformation into a star was physically destructive, and that it killed their family that was in the vicinity, and they haven't forgiven themselves for it. Odile's is that they have some kind of foresight or other impossible source of knowledge, and that they're calloused from knowing the death of those around them).

Much closer at the end of their travel, while the party is taking a stop in a small town, King goes off by himself, and Loop follows behind. They find him at the foot of the tallest tree, carefully sorting through the leaves. When he perks up, one shiny leaf in hand, Loop understands what he's doing. This is a Favor Tree. He's going to make a wish. They cannot, under any circumstances, let that happen.

Loop snap forward, grabbing the King by his forearm, and asking him what he thinks he's doing. A bit shaken by their sudden appearance, he explains that he wanted to make a wish, that their journey is coming to an end, and he wanted everything to go right on this last stretch of the way. They won't allow it, they can't. He asks why? What's wrong with what he's doing, and they just wish he'd just understand why-

King slumps forward, unconscious. Loop catches him. Oh no, that wasn't what they wanted, that's not what they meant, why did they have to phrase it like that, please oh no no no-

Meanwhile, the King is having a Very Bad Time, his mind sent to go meet the other version of himself. He, of course, gets frozen in time, forced to watch as a band of very familiar faces go against the monster that wears his face. They all fall before him in one fell swoop and all he can do is watch in horror as Vaugarde succumbs to static, only broken by the sound of sobbing from his other self.

Loop is pacing back and forth under the Favor Tree when the King wakes up, hyperventilating and clearly scared. They sit next to him, and after he calms down enough to talk, explains what he saw. Loop winces at the recollection. When he finishes, after a moment of silence, they ask if now he understands why they don't trust him around wishes. He says yes. They linger under the tree, embracing the quiet for now.

[dilanisfruity]

after hours 🪩🌃🥂

chapter 1 of 6? not 100% sure how many chapters I'll do so tbd

summary: reader is going about their usual night of work, performing half naked for a crowd of drunk men, but there's a new face in the audience tonight, and it's who they least expect. one of the most popular singers of their time, billie eilish, is sitting directly in front of the stage, eyes glued to the reader as they perform, and the connection between the two continues to grow as the night goes on.

warnings: lowkey none? all I can think of is swearing bc there's no smut in this chapter it's just building up to the next chapter where there will be smut, so kinda alludes to sex. mentions of strippers (y/n is a stripper) and all the shit that comes with that so if you don't like sex workers don't read this (also hello what's wrong with you, sex workers deserve equal respect but whatever)

word count: 2.5k

a/n: this isn't fully like proofread but i checked for spelling errors and stuff so it should be okay. this is chapter 1 of my new series so yeah hopefully ygs like it!

bright stage lights shined as the dj started his next set, the music blaring from the speakers all around the club. if you weren't here all the time it would probably be beyond overwhelming but you're used to it, having worked at the club for almost 6 months now. you were side stage looking through the crowd so you could try to find the "big spenders", aka the middle aged men who had nothing better or more meaningful to spend their ridiculous amounts of wealth on. those were the guys you wanted to target- making eye contact with them while dancing, making sure they get to see all your best moves nice and clearly, and of course throwing in a wink here and there. this was your usual routine to try to get these wealthier men to buy private dances, which was what made you the most money. but this time as you scanned the room expecting to see your usual suspects, you instead found a woman your age sitting right in the front. you could almost make out her face and she seemed vaguely familiar but it didn't really matter. what mattered more was the huge stack of cash she had on her. you knew it was time to lay it on real thick with her and do what you do best so you could take a good bit of that cash home with you. walking back to the dressing room for a quick moment, you do all your final touch-ups with your makeup, throwing on a little extra glitter, then you make sure that your heels are strapped on tight and that you have as much skin showing as possible. after taking one last sip of water, you're ready to go.

as soon as you get to the stage you start with your opening routine, throwing extra looks to the mystery woman in the front row. as you perform your other routines and do a little bit of improv on the pole, you find yourself feeling weirdly drawn to the woman. at first it was all just performative in hopes of making more money but as the night went on you couldn't seem to get her out of your head. it came as no surprise that she was quite generous with her cash tips, tucking hundred dollar bills in your bra like it was nothing. your dancing continued on until you stole a glance at the clock and realized you were supposed to have gone on your break nearly 15 minutes ago. after exiting the stage you gathered all the cash tips you got, pulling them out from underneath your skimpy outfit, most of them having been placed by the mysterious woman. even as you sat in the dressing room and drank your water, your mind still wandered to her and to who she could be. you knew all the regulars, recognized all the faces of the desperate men who clearly spent all their free time at the club, and she wasn't one of them. and that's not to say you hadn't seen women in the club before, there was always at least one or two women carefully watching the dancers' every move on the tiny stage. but she was different. not only was she the most breathtaking woman you'd literally ever seen, she also was only watching you. as each dancer had taken their turn in the front and center her eyes had stayed locked on you, following you everywhere you went, and you could feel it. and the strangest thing of all was the fact that you swore you had seen her face somewhere before, recognized her from something, but you couldn't put your finger on what.

grabbing your phone out of your bag you tried to bring your focus to something besides this mystery woman, starting to mindlessly scroll through your instagram feed. you opened one of your friends' close stories to see they had reposted something about the one year anniversary of some album being released. as you watched the video, you nearly started to zone out until you saw it. saw her. confusion spread over your face as you tried to get a closer look, but just as you nearly focused your eyes on her, the story was finished and it went to the next one. frozen for a second, you thought maybe you were imagining things or maybe you were just confused, and you should just move on and keep scrolling through stories. but you couldn't help yourself, you had to go back, had to go click on the post and look closer. after just a few seconds of the video playing you knew you were right. it was unmistakably the woman who had been wordlessly captivating your every thought. the woman who, moments ago, was slipping hundred dollar bills into your bra like they were nothing. looking up to see the user who had made the post, the realization finally hitting you. it was billie eilish.

not knowing what to do with this information you sat and stared at your phone, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and shock. you could've easily sat there for hours, completely unaware of the rest of the world, only focused on the fact that billie eilish herself had been sitting right in front of the stage as you performed your routines, her eyes fixated on you and you alone. but your moment of awe was quickly cut short by the sound of the dressing room door flying open, the loud mixture of music and cheering becoming clear for just a second as your friend walked into the room, letting the door slam behind her. 

you snapped out of your thoughts as she called out your name, nearly shouting at you. "y/n? you were supposed to be back on 5 minutes ago, i stayed onstage an extra few minutes to give you some extra time but i need to get home so you've gotta get back out there. like now!" shit. you hadn't been watching the clock to know when your break was over. "oh fuck i'm sorry girl, i lost track of time." you said, nearly letting your mind wander back to what had kept you from looking at the time, but you couldn't do this now. you needed to get back out there. hurriedly putting on some lip gloss and adjusting your outfit and heels, you speedily walked out of the dressing room and back out to the main room.

once you were onstage and you heard the music playing you were able to focus on what you needed to do, getting back to executing your routines with practiced precision. a few songs passed as you did your usual rounds of choreography both on the pole and just on the stage. after the first few dances, you started to look in the audience, hoping to find some men you could solo out and focus on, you needed at least one lap dance by the end of the night if you wanted to walk out of there with enough money to put food on the table. but instead you found her. your eyes immediately fell on the dark haired mystery woman, whose identity wasn't actually a mystery anymore. but there were still so many unanswered questions, leaving that mysterious feeling lingering. you smiled at her, batting your eyes before going into your floorwork, moving slowly and sensually, grinding on the floor and casually showing off your flexibility. as soon as you were facing the front again, your eyes immediately fell back on her, finding a subtle smirk on her face as she leaned back in her chair. you kept your eyes trained on hers for the rest of your performance, leaning closer to her in between dances to allow her to slip more cash into your lacy bra. it felt euphoric and beautiful to be performing with her in mind, knowing her eyes were on you the whole time. but soon enough your shift was over, and you finished up your last routine, taking a moment to look at the audience one last time, allowing your eyes to linger on her just a bit longer, before leaving the stage and heading back to the dressing room. 

as you came down from your high and the rush of adrenaline that you got from performing faded, you sat down, finally allowing your body to rest. after taking a moment to just breathe and recover from your long night of dancing, you started getting unready, taking all the tips out from where they were tucked in your bra and tiny shorts and tossing them into your bag. the best part of your night was taking off your heels and changing out of your skin-tight lacy outfit and into some comfy shorts and an oversized tee. the relief you felt slipping on your comfy socks and worn-in doc martens was unmatched. you moved quickly as you packed up your stuff, more than ready to get home and get some food in your stomach, but just as you were about to head out the back door your boss came into the dressing room looking for you. 

"y/n? are you still here?" you heard the familiar, gravelly voice of your boss calling out. you contemplated just slipping out the back door before he noticed you but you knew you shouldn't so you sucked it up and walked over to him. "hey matt what's up?" you asked, praying it wasn't about anything you were getting in trouble for. "ahh y/n! there you are pretty girl. someone is asking for you out in the main room, said they wanted to just speak to you but they would pay whatever your rate was for a private dance for your time. seems a bit odd to me but sounds like a good way to make your tips for the night. they're waiting outside the dressing room for you but if you need to leave i'll just go tell them you already left for the night." he told you, your intrigue nearly outweighing your confusion. why would someone pay to just talk to you? that certainly wasn't anything like the services you usually provided but money is money so you grabbed your stuff and set it by the back door before heading over to the stage door. 

as you walked out of the stage door and into the main area you certainly weren't expecting to see billie. confusion flooded your thoughts, and you thought she must just be coincidentally by the door and the man who wanted to talk to you was somewhere behind her. but as soon as you walked out the door she stood up from where she was leaning against the wall and walked right to you. "hi angel. having a good night?" she asked. "hi yeah um my night's been good. how has yours been?" you stumbled through your words, not usually the type to get nervous and stutter like that but something about her presence just left you feeling flustered. she took a step closer bringing her hand up to brush your shoulder, letting it drift down your arm. "my night has been amazing, thanks for asking sweetheart. but anyways, i'm sure you've figured out by now why i've asked to meet with you, haven't you angel?" you timidly shook your head, feeling like there was some obvious answer that you should know but you didn't. she smiled, letting out a soft laugh, "oh baby your innocence is cute. i'm surprised you could do something like this for a job and still not realize that i'm here because i want you." your eyes grew wide as the implications of her statement dawned on you, opening your mouth to try to respond, but you couldn't seem to find the words, simply exhaling and letting your lips close in silence. your failed attempt to speak hadn't gone unnoticed by the woman, and you could see it in her face. "oh honey, it's okay. i can tell you're not used to this so it's not surprising you don't know how to respond." her eyes continued to stare into yours as she brought her hand back up and under your chin, gently lifting your face to look up at her as she leaned into your ear, her warm breath giving you chills as she continued. "the things i want to do to your precious little body, god, you don't even know what you do to me angel. i need to have you all to myself, don't want anyone else's hands on you, do you understand?" you tried to keep a calm look on your face as you nodded a little bit too eagerly. "words baby." she said softly but sternly, slowly bringing her face back to meet your eyes. you put all your energy and thought into letting out a calm, confident response, "yes i understand" you breathed out, mostly clear but it still came out shakier than you had hoped. a smile spread across billie's face as she moved her hand from under your chin to hold your face tenderly, "good girl. i'll be back tomorrow and we can talk more, yeah?" she asked, already knowing your answer as you quickly nodded your head. she took another moment to admire you and the look in your eyes before pulling away, letting her hand linger for just a moment on your cheek. "alright baby i'll see you tomorrow then." she spoke one last time, allowing her hand to drop back to her side, pulling a few hundred dollar bills out of her pocket and placing them in the pocket of your shorts before slowly turning on her heels and walking away. 

you stood there in silence, your mind consumed by a strange mixture of confusion and excitement and awe and a bit of desperation. had that really just happened? billie eilish was a worldwide sensation, one of the most famous singers of your time, and she wanted you? none of it made sense but it really didn't have to, because you were quickly whisked away to thoughts of how you needed to prepare for tomorrow. you slowly felt yourself return to the present moment and to your body, taking a deep breath and turning to go back to the dressing room. hurriedly grabbing your bag and heading out to your car, taking just a small moment to really take in everything that had happened before starting your drive home. going home was always one of the best parts of your day because it meant you got to rest, but right now you were excited to go home so you could have more than just a moment alone to think about your interaction with billie. after arriving at your apartment, she clouded your thoughts as you ate a late dinner and got ready for bed, anxiously anticipating the countless possibilities of what could happen when you saw her again the next day. you had only shared a short moment of time with billie and already you were hooked. this not-so mysterious girl was certainly going to be your undoing, and you were more than okay with that.

[m-robinavitch]

angel.

Pairing: Frank Langdon and Reader/Slight Original Character (Best Friends/Roommates/Platonic Soulmates) Summary: How angel originally got her name from none other than Frank Langdon during their first semester at NYU Fall 2013 Warnings: my poor attempt at understanding NYU and how the elite live, Langdon has his own warning for just being himself. Origin story of Frank and angel from sedated. and strangers.

The longest you had gone without talking to Frank Langdon was 17 years, 10 months, and 25 days, give or take a few days because you’re sure you threw a snarky comment or two his way before a full conversation or introduction was had. But that time frame was the exact period it took for your souls met once again, only in this current lifetime. You never really believed in soulmates or fate or anything of the nature. Because the world was cruel and random, a kind world that gave you the exact person who would make you feel whole wouldn’t take your father away from you when you were 8 years old, wouldn’t have your mother spend the rest of her days self medicating and sleeping until noon when she would then wake up and drink her breakfast. A kind world would’ve given you Langdon much sooner in life. A kind world wouldn’t have put you through agony until the other half of your soul could find you again. 

You like to think that you manifested him, that you were intentional with your heart and that you picked him out of a line up and said “yes- this is the idiot I choose,” but no- Frank Langdon was irksome and frustrating since before you officially met. He was arrogant and annoying and so damn charming all at the same time. But somehow you felt instantly that you’ve known him for a hundred lifetimes and will continue for many more to come. He spoke to the inner parts of you that you shoved down, he didn’t chisel away at the wall you built up, no- he had a wrecking ball and that dopey smile on his face while he demolished everything you spent years building. You did not pick him, no- he forced his way into your life because that’s where he belonged, that’s where his inner being was comfortable and where it was meant to be. 

“Hey,” you kicked the desk, “I have this time slot.” The light was off in the study room which you thought meant that you didn’t have to awkwardly stick your head in and fake niceties to whoever couldn’t fucking tell time. But no- it was off because someone had decided to use your rented space as an impromptu napping area. 

“Leave-“ you kicked again, putting your backpack on the table when the folded up person groaned. 

“Can’t you go anywhere else?” He started to unwind himself, stretching heavily so his hoodie rode up his stomach just a bit- an obnoxious noise coming from his mouth while he did so. No- you couldn’t go anywhere else. Ok you could have, but for the last few weeks this had been your spot, it was tucked away perfectly and near a hidden restroom and the good vending machines. The squatter looked up at you with striking blue eyes, dark brown hair cropped around his ears and the longer pieces at the top pushed back- you knew those eyes. 

“No- this has been my room for weeks” you reply, starting to unpack your backpack of all your books and laptop and some snacks for the few hours you had locked in. “You’re in my bio lab.”

“That’s where I know you” he knows he’d never seen you at a rush party, “umm-“ snapping at himself to jog his memory for your name, confidently getting it wrong, only for you to correct him. “Frank Langdon” he says, leaning back in the chair across from you. You weren’t the party type really, he could tell by the way you’d all but sneer at him and his friends. Well- ex friends now. 

“I know,” you mumble, clearly he’s staying here- maybe to assert dominance or just to be a shit. “You sit in my row- you always make noise coming in late.” The last few classes he had come in late, grumbling and trying to be inconspicuous but he was 6 feet tall and not very graceful, last time he broke a few flasks when he swung his backpack- professor Ross was not impressed. But how could you get mad at someone with big sky blue eyes and boyish charm. Easily. He was cocky and annoying and you could hear him coming down the hall with his frat brothers before every fucking class.

“Yeah- you’re um, lab partners with that one guy,” ah yes- the poor kid who threw up upon the first slice in the dissection of the fetal pig, and then proceeded to go down like an anvil in some Looney Tunes bit. He hasn’t been back to class since then so you’ve been partnerless for about two weeks. “Jason, no- Jackson?” God Frank was so bad at names. He just dubs everyone a nickname- something he can refer back to when he has to think of them or talk to them. You were angel eyes. It wasn’t sweet- no. Yes you were very pretty- but the nickname was more for the unsettling way you’d stare at him when he and his friends were being loud. Like the way you see an actual angel- it’s scary but dammit you can’t look away. 

“James, and yeah he decided the Premed track wasn’t for him. So I’m riding solo,” opening your laptop to the course plan for this semester and snatching back the bag of chips that Frank started to open up, clearly easily making himself at home in your space. 

“I’ll be your lab partner- I mean, if you need? Mine skipped out on me, so-” He tried to sound nonchalant, tried to not beg because now that he’s out of his frat- said lab partner is now an official frat member and has resigned from being his lab partner- banned even. He needed help. He needed you. A lab partner. He was smart, yes- but he couldn’t get his own thoughts out sometimes because they’re too fast and he doesn’t focus well and sometimes working with someone calms him a bit and he’s been struggling this last few weeks with-

“Yeah,” you shrug, sliding the bag of chips his way again, “yeah okay.” You needed a lab partner. Desperately. Professor Ross strongly recommended that this course was best worked in pairs. To split the load- and you could definitely do it yourself. You’re definitely smart and not at all panicking. But- solidarity in numbers right? Maybe suffering with someone else was better than going it alone? Because you’re almost 3 months into freshman year and- yes, you’re already drowning. Someone to split the difference with will help. You didn’t need friends. No this was a business transaction- a necessity. He moves his chair over to yours, following along to the plan you’ve laid out for the rest of the semester while passing the bag of chips between you both now. Hours had passed- you managed to knock out a few discussions and quizzes with Langdon and- he was funny. Annoying as hell, but made you laugh and smarter than your last lab partner by far. Okay so- you did judge him a little. Just a bit. First month in class he already had his frat regalia on and was cocky and overconfident and loud and annoying and- really all that’s missing is the clothes now but you’ve spent longer with him and he’s not that bad. Maybe it was the group of the other 18 year olds who would gas each other up and jerk around and he’d just follow suit. But alone he’s human. Alone he’s funny and failing at catching the nasty orange skittles in his mouth that you throw at him. 

“It’s late- we should go, they’ll be closing up soon.” you’re closing your laptop now and bending down to pick up the skittles Langdon missed from the floor, “same time Monday then?” You were ready for the next few days. To do what? Same thing you do every weekend. Absolutely. Fucking. Nothing. Well- nothing but in the best way possible. You wake up whenever your body decides it’s uncomfortable and can’t lay still anymore- usually around 10 or 11 am. You’ll wrap the biggest coat you can find around you and make your way to the closest newsstand for the Times and run back upstairs before the chill sets in to your bones. You’ll sip your coffee, iced- no matter the weather, in bed if it’s too cold out but on the little balcony when the weather is nice- while thumbing through the paper. Then eventually you settle in for the crossword puzzle of the day. Every weekend. Like clockwork. 

“Uh- yeah- yeah definitely.” Frank makes himself look busy, shuffling some paper and tells you he’ll clean the rest of the skittles off the floor so you can go home. He tosses a quick bye to you and you’re confused with his sudden change in attitude, but leave nonetheless. You make it a few steps outside, down the stairs even but- something tells you to go back. You don’t even know Frank but- something in your gut pulls you to go back to him.

“Why are you still here?” You burst through the study room again, watching him anxiously pick his backpack up from the floor and attempt to open it.

“Oh- um, I- I was just- gonna get some more chapters in and-“

“You’re a terrible liar, Langdon. C’mon, lemme at least drive you back to your frat.”

“You can’t-“

“Look don’t be macho, I’m not driving I mean-“

“No I mean,” sucking in a breath he starts, “you can’t because I got kicked out 2 weeks ago. And it’s too late to get a dorm now- and even if I could- I can’t afford one. I’ve been staying in the study rooms, that’s why I’ve been late for class the last few times.” It was hard taking orders from a punk kid, only a year older than him, named Carter of all fucking things. Ivy League wannabe, whose daddy couldn’t get him into Columbia so he’s slumming it at NYU until he can maybe transfer. Frank wanted a brotherhood, wanted to go to college with people who cared about him and he could make relationships with. Not fucking “brothers” who forced him to clean windows and their shoes with his own toothbrush, then proceeded to make him use said toothbrush still. Or “brothers” who brought barely conscious girls up to their rooms and told him to shut the fuck up when he said something about it. After he brought it up to the counselor, he was kicked out the same night. Came back to the house with his stuff littering the curb and only had enough time to grab a duffle back with some clothes before running off. He was able to sneak into the library before it closed and- well this is where he’s been for the last few weeks. 

Like clockwork Frank would come in with a group of students and find an empty corner to hide in until they left their study room for the night, then he’d sneak into the used room- turn the light off and sleep until class started the next morning. If he was lucky enough to wake up before his alarm, he’d run down to the gym to take a quick shower with some of the free sample sized toiletries from the student resource center. Then he’d run to the cafeteria and try to use as little of his meal plan money as possible- loading up for breakfast and getting easy to carry snacks for his classes throughout the day. For dinner he’d come back to the cafeteria for another meal that was as cheap as possible- then to the library. 

Frank couldn’t ask his parents for money. No- they’d give it to him even if he knows they don’t have it. He’ll figure something out. He has a few months until next semester- he can talk to the counselor about getting a dorm or do work in exchange or- or something. But right now he’s tired. He’s exhausted. Mentally drained and he barely has enough energy to do his class work at the moment, let alone having to figure out how to be homeless for a few months. Because, if he failed classes, he can lose his scholarship. Losing his scholarship means he either has to come up with the money for a full tuition or leave. And his parents will kill themselves trying to find the money for him. No- no he was fine. He just had to keep his head above the water, tread heavily, don’t drown. 

Nodding- you take in what Frank says and reach down to grab his duffle bag that you somehow missed when you first entered the study room. 

“C’mon,” you toss behind you, “I know where you can stay.” Frank is stuttering out for you to wait- tripping over himself to catch up to you and trying to grab his bag back from you but you shove him away. You’re not letting the kid stay in a study room, no bed to recline in or fucking area to relax in- and you have the room, you have more than enough room. 

“Look I don’t need help,” he pulls his bag from you again, a little more forceful but you’re stubborn and not letting go. He doesn’t want charity or a hand out. He can’t afford to be a roommate, he can’t even fucking afford food right now. “I’m fine- I’m comfortable and it’s not that bad and-“

“Dude shut up. You’re sleeping curled up in a desk- hiding like a stowaway on a ship. I have an extra room.” You silence a bit when you hear a few students shush you both, “Frank- you can’t stay here okay? It’s fine- my place is too quiet anyway. Look-“ you pause and compose yourself. Why was he so fucking stubborn? You’re not taking him to a homeless shelter- you’re offering him a space and you can work out payment later if that’s what’s bothering him but right now he needs help. “Just one night okay? I can’t let you stay here another night in good conscience. Please?” That was the first time Frank Langdon realized you were hard to say no to. And he didn’t know he would spend the next decade having a hard time telling you no when it really came down to it. So he nodded, still grabbing his duffle from your shoulder but followed you nonetheless out the door and down the steps of Brause Library as the thunder started to pick up. Following you to the black town car- stopping a few feet behind when a man in a pressed uniform opens the door for you with a polite greeting. You hear Frank’s footsteps falter, feel him hesitate and can literally hear the gears turning in his head as a few drops of rain started to fall from above.

“This way Langdon.” You stop his thoughts, nodding him over and holding the door open so he can slide into the backseat first. You can feel your driver’s eyes on him, not fully trusting Frank because he knows you. Knows you to not make the best decisions but you just smile to him- a silent indicator to drop it, that you know what you’re doing. Sighing to himself, he turns to Frank and asks “Your bag sir?” So he can throw whatever few possessions Langdon hastily grabbed into the trunk.

“Where to miss?” Clearing his throat, shutting the drivers side door and meeting your eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Home, Bradley.” Clicking your seatbelt and replying like it was obvious, the same way you do every day.

“And- um, for the gentleman?” His eyebrow raised, meeting your gaze. Frank sat uncomfortably in the chair. The leather too cold and stiff-  the same way the gaze from your driver felt.

“I picked up a stray, he’s staying with me tonight.” You didn’t have time to explain to your driver, Bradley, whom has been driving you around for the last decade, the background information of Langdon’s housing situation. That he’s not driving you and your hook up to your home. And well- even if he was driving you and your hook up home, you’re an adult and he can lovingly fuck off.

Frank had no idea what he was getting himself into when he agreed to stay with you. He thought he agreed to being roommates in a tiny shoebox apartment- sleeping on your couch that was definitely going to be too small for him. That was a laughable thought now as your driver, Bradley, pulled up to a Park Avenue building with a fucking doorman of all things. He was definitely not dressed to even speak to the doorman, let alone walk across the marbled lobby. Bradley was handing Frank his bag when you walked up the fucking carpeted steps to the doorman.

“Evening miss,” Greeting the doorman, you hung back for Frank, nodding for him to follow again because you know he would be stopped and questioned by security- clearly not a resident of the building. Frank just- takes it all in. He knows New York as stuffy and congested and loud. He doesn’t even allow himself to imagine anything between 59th and 79th street. He doesn’t picture it and feels odd as his wet, old Nike’s squeak across the lobby floor, looking up at the grand high ceiling and fucking velvet accent curtains. You wait, in the elevator as it speeds up to the penthouse floor, you wait for Frank to say something- anything. But he’s just, still. Quiet and stiff. Frank feels like- well he feels like a fucking child in a museum, afraid to touch at anything- to look at anything in fear that it will shatter.

“Home sweet home,” You mumble, stepping off the elevator and go to unlock the front door, letting it swing open so he can step in. The lights automatically flicker on once you walk through the threshold, following you room by room and-

“What the fuck?” He finally allows himself to say. Circling around in the spacious living room, looking out the floor to ceiling windows that show the lighting, how it clearly outlines the skyscrapers in the background. From this height he swears even the view is better, in HD even. Frank feels like he stepped into a copy of his mom’s “West Elm” catalogue that she would flip through and imagine the extravagant lives those people live and what it takes to afford even the napkin holders. 

“Are you hungry? I can order something- or see if Andre is still around to make dinner.” You ignore his gaped, confused look, setting your backpack down on the couch and opening the glass paned refrigerator looking for something to drink. Now, Frank wasn’t ignorant- he knew kids of the so called “elite” went to school with him. But- you just didn’t give off the snobbed vibe that they did. You didn’t bring up familial connections or rub elbows with the professors and dean like some did. You didn’t strut in with designer clothing and accessories- but to be fair, even if you did, it’s not like he’d know what they looked like. And who the fuck was Andre?

“No- um, no, no I can’t stay here,” he’s tightening his duffle bag and backpack around him now- nervous and suddenly very aware of his surroundings and- “it’s, this is too much. Thank you for- yeah.” He’s walking towards the door but you’re faster- running to meet him and wedging yourself between him. 

“Look-“ you say, angrily because he’s definitely fucking hard headed and he needs to listen. “You are staying here tonight- even if I have to call security downstairs and post a cop outside the door. You’re staying here tonight Langdon.” You come up to his shoulder, shorter than he is but fucking mighty and he might be afraid of you a bit more now. He can’t- he can’t accept staying here. His siblings are doubled up in rooms back home and he’s going to stay in a penthouse apartment with a doorman and whoever the fuck Andre was. You don’t move, content on staying there the entire night if you have to. 

“Are you sure?” He doesn’t know if he asks for himself or for you but- he needs to hear you say it’s okay. Because he can’t tell himself it’s okay right now. He’s been getting less than 3 hours sleep a night in the last week, curled up in the just too small desk- uncomfortable and stressed. And an actual bed sounds so fucking good right now. And food. Not shitty cafeteria food or scrounged up protein bars- a meal he can enjoy. But you’re nodding, relaxing yourself a bit because you were ready to jump on his back and drag him down fighting- even if you’re sure he’d just be able to easily shrug you off. He drops his bags on the floor, beautiful, herringboned Ebony wood floors- sighing and- “who’s Andre?”

“The chef.” you say, grabbing his duffle so you can show him where he’ll stay for the night- hopefully longer if he agrees. His room would be on the opposite side of the floor from you, his own bathroom and view- his own space that he’s never really had or enjoyed really. He never had his own room, he shared with one of his brothers up until he left for college, then a roommate in the dorms for a week, then a room with one of his potential frat brothers, and- well the cramped study room didn’t even have a bed so it didn’t count. The bed was made, crisp white linens that you could probably bounce a quarter off of- bathroom towels fluffed to perfection and a stocked shower. It was like a fucking hotel only this time he was afraid of putting his bag down- afraid of stepping onto the rug with his gross shoes but it was so nice. It smelled like cotton and fresh air- the curtains looked pressed and he might even check for a mint on the pillow later because, you live here? You did- you’ve lived here in this cold, quiet apartment for a decade now. And sure- this guest room was nice and freshly made in case someone needed a place to stay. Not that you had many friends who stayed- none in fact. But your room has been destroyed and stripped from its original foundation of its Pure Park Avenue glory and into your angsty teenage decorations long ago. 

“It’s okay Frank,” you see him slowly turning and taking in the room- the fucking view from the 80-something-th floor in his own room. “Relax- the room doesn’t bite.” He tries to laugh, but he’s easing himself on the bed now and there’s a million pillows on it and- fucking soft. “Thank you,” he sits up, smiling and trying to not cry because he was tired. He was drowning. He didn’t know how he was going to make it another few months like he was and you were some godsend. “You’re literally an angel.” You were. To him anyway because in this moment you’ve stopped his spiraling. You’ve stopped his downfall. He will definitely make it up to you however he can.

[zosin-ya]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 6 - ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴏꜱᴇ

Summary: After you forgot your keys at home and had no where to stay, Law casually offers his apartment for the night without any second intentions. Though the heat from the make out session still lingered in the air.

a.n.: n.sfw, have fun <3

tags: Law x Reader, Modern AU, protected sex (yea we being responsible here), aftercare a la Law [ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇx]

As Law stood next to you outside, waiting for the cab, you quickly checked your bag again. Wallet? Check. Phone? Check. Keys? Keys?

Wait…

You rummaged through your bag a second time, feeling a familiar knot of panic tightening in your chest. Law had his phone to his ear, glancing at you curiously as you tore through your belongings for what felt like the tenth time.

“The cab will be here in a few,” he said casually, slipping his phone back into his pocket, to which you simply replied with a distracted “Mhm”.

He watched you, mildly amused as you turned your bag inside out.

You cursed under your breath, running a hand through your hair in frustration. “Shit…” The realization hit you: you hadn’t brought your keys. You couldn’t even remember picking them up before you left. They were probably still at home.

“Forgot something?” Law asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah… I left my keys at home. I have a spare at a friend’s place, but it’s kinda late to call her…” You trailed off, glancing at your phone. 3 a.m. No way she’d pick up at this hour. You didn’t want to bother her either.

Panic spread through you. What were you going to do? Crash on the street? Maybe sleep at the uni library, was it even open at this time?

Meanwhile, Law remained calm as ever, weighing his options. Or the only option he could come up with.

“You can crash at mine,” he offered with a shrug, like it was no big deal. He genuinely didn’t seem to care. Sure, you’d made out in a bathroom not too long ago, but that was just part of the night. This felt like a simple, polite offer—nothing more.

“Really? You sure?” you asked, needing some sort of reassurance that it actually was okay.

He nodded, facing you with his usual unreadable expression. “Yeah."

You hesitated for a second. This was technically your first "date"—if you could even call it that. Was sleeping over at his place really a good idea? Then again, what choice did you have?

Swallowing your nerves, you agreed.

The cab ride was quick, and when you reached Law’s shared apartment, he paid the driver before leading you inside. As soon as you stepped in, Law tossed his keys on a small table, hung up his jacket, and kicked off his shoes in a routine manner, clearly relieved to be home. The party had been fun, but you could tell he was ready to crash.

“You want some water?” he asked, noticing you glancing around. His place was surprisingly tidy for three guys sharing it. Cozy, even.

“Yeah, thanks.” You took the glass from him and sipped as he gave you a quick tour of the apartment. It was brief—he pointed out the essentials, like the bathroom and which rooms to avoid (his flatmates’ rooms), before leading you to his own.

You hesitated at the doorway, feeling a sudden wave of awkwardness. His room felt personal, more intimate than the rest of the apartment. Stepping into his private space like this felt strange, but you couldn’t resist glancing around.

“You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Law said, already rummaging through his closet for a spare pillow and blanket.

Your eyes widened. “No, no! I’ll take the couch. You should sleep in your own bed. Please.”

“Not happening.” Law didn’t even glance at you as he tucked the spare pillow under his arm. The couch was a nightmare—he knew that all too well from experience. It was a one-way ticket to back pain, and he’d much rather deal with that himself than let you suffer through it.

“But I—" you started to argue, but he cut you off with an annoyed click of his tongue.

“Y/N. My home, my rules.”

There was a beat of silence before you offered, “We could… share the bed?”

Law stopped mid-motion and turned to you, a little surprised. He studied your face, trying to gauge if you meant something more by the suggestion. But your expression was innocent, it was just a simple compromise.

“You sure?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Y-Yeah, if you don’t mind?” you replied, shyly rubbing the back of your neck.

“It’s my bed. Why would I mind?” Law shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, though you both knew the situation wasn’t that simple. Just hours ago, the two of you had been tangled up in each other in the bathroom of some basement party. The tension was still there, lingering.

But Law, as usual, played it cool. He acted as if sharing the bed with someone he’d very clearly wanted to hook up with earlier was just another part of the night. Nothing to read into.

"Alright, then," Law said, tossing the blanket back in the closet. "You need something to sleep in?"

You blinked, a little surprised by how casually he accepted your offer to share the bed and immediately asked if you needed clothes. It shouldn’t have caught you off guard—it was a normal, thoughtful gesture. But considering they were his clothes, something about the offer made your heart skip. Maybe your standards with men had been so low that this level of decency surprised you. It made sense though, right? Your clothes reeked of the party, and he was just being practical.

Trying not to overthink it, you nodded. "Yeah, that’d be great."

Law handed you a simple T-shirt and a pair of comfy shorts. In the bathroom, you changed and washed your face, noticing how oversized everything was on you. The shirt hung down almost to your knees, and the shorts were so loose you had to cinch them tight at the waist. You’d almost forgotten how much taller Law was compared to you.

When you stepped back into his room, Law had changed too—nothing flashy, just grey sweatpants and a sleeveless white top. But somehow, seeing him like that made your heart race. You’d never noticed how much muscle he had beneath those baggy hoodies he always wore. His arms were defined, and tattoos traced up his chest, reaching his collarbone.

Oh, fuck. He’s even hotter.

Law, sitting on the edge of the bed, glanced over his shoulder as you walked in. His eyes unconsciously trailed over you, taking in the sight of you wearing his clothes. Even though they hung loose and hid your figure, something about the way you looked in them stirred something inside him. He swallowed hard, suddenly wide awake. You looked... better than you did in your own outfit.

For a second, neither of you said anything, the room charged with unspoken tension.

Law cleared his throat, subtly pulling the sheet back as an unspoken suggestion to get into bed. You shut the door behind you and flicked off the light. The sudden darkness made your pulse quicken, as if switching off the light heightened everything—the silence, the intimacy, the fact that you were about to share a bed with him.

You crawled under the covers carefully, your heart pounding in your chest.

“If you need anything, just wake me up,” Law’s voice came out softer now that the room was dark, his tone lower and more intimate. You gave him a quiet hum in response, turning your back to him as he mirrored the action, settling on his side of the bed.

You tried to focus on sleeping—closing your eyes, steadying your breathing—but his scent surrounded you. It clung to the pillow, the sheets, even the oversized shirt you wore. It was impossible to ignore, distracting in a way that left you wide awake. The exhaustion that had weighed on you moments ago was gone, replaced by the fluttering in your chest that wouldn’t let up.

Time blurred, and after what felt like hours but could have been minutes, you shifted slightly, trying not to disturb him. You turned carefully onto your other side, stealing a glance at him, unsure if he had fallen asleep yet.

Suddenly, Law shifted and turned over, facing you with tired, half-lidded eyes. For a second, you froze, wondering if you’d accidentally woken him up.

“Can’t sleep?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, laced with exhaustion.

You pulled the blanket closer to your face, feeling a bit shy under his gaze, and shook your head slowly. There was a pause as Law studied you, his expression soft but unreadable in the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the window. His messy hair fell across his forehead, and despite his tiredness, there was something comforting in the way he looked at you.

You exchanged a quiet glance, the tension between you thickening, unmistakable. It was like a flashback to the bathroom, the same charged energy, heavy and electric. You pulled your legs closer to your body, biting your lip, and that small movement didn’t go unnoticed. Law’s eyes flicked to your mouth, and he visibly swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

He hadn’t intended to… well, pick up where the two of you had been interrupted at the party. But as the seconds ticked by, and the heat in his body rose, he couldn’t ignore it. He wanted you, more than he liked to admit. The brief taste he’d gotten earlier had only fueled his desire, leaving him craving more.

And now, with you so close, curled up beside him in his bed, it was driving him insane.

When you shifted slightly, inching closer, the last of his restraint crumbled.

Ah, fuck it.

Before you could react, his lips were on yours, soft and insistent. The kiss was slow, deliberate, each movement calculated to make your pulse race. Your hands instinctively went to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you leaned into the kiss. Law's tongue was quick at tracing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you parted them willingly, letting him explore.

His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically pressed against him. The sudden closeness and tension from the night made Laws blood rush south. The sensation of his hard cock pressing against your belly made you moan against his lips, your body responding to his without hesitation and inching closer. Law groaned, deepening the kiss while his tongue tangled with yours in a dance that left you breathless.

Desire pooled low in your body, growing stronger with every passing second. You needed more, craved the feel of his skin against yours. Finally you were alone, without anyone to disturb you.

Breaking the kiss, you looked into his eyes, searching for permission to go further. Law's pupils were dilated, his breaths coming fast and shallow. He wanted this just as much as you did.

You swung a leg around and straddled him, slowly circling your hips causing sinful friction between you. You wanted to feel more, more of his hard dick against your clothed core. The heat was unmistakable, a sizzling current that sparked with every movement. His hands immediately came up to rest on your hips, firm and possessive, guiding you with a subtle yet undeniable authority. You could tell he liked to be the one in control, even if you were on top.

His hands started to wander up your sides, tracing the curve of your waist before cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt. You gasped at the sensation, leaning forward to press yourself closer to him impatiently.

"Take off your shirt," he commands, his voice allowing no argument. You complied eagerly, pulling the fabric over your head and tossing it aside, along with your bra. Law's gaze raked over you, scorching hot, before he leaned in to capture one of your nipples between his teeth. He really wasn't here to play games.

The sharp pinch of his teeth followed by the gentle tug of his lips sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You moaned without any shame, arching your back to encourage more. His hand cupped your other breast, thumb flicking across the hardened peak as he continued to tease the first with his mouth, knowingly pushing your buttons.

"Law," you pant, "please..."

He pulled back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Oh, he liked how you already begged for him. "Please what?" he asks, a unmistakable teasing grin in his voice.

You bit your lip, feeling suddenly shy. "Please…fuck me."

His expression darkened once you spoke your words, desire pooling in his eyes. How could he say no to such a sweet plead.

He slid his hands down to your short, pulling at the waistband and helping you get out of them quickly, obviously getting impatient. You lifted your hips to help him, and within moments, your pants and underwear were thrown to the floor.

Law pushed you off his hips gently to remove the last bits of clothes on him. You were about to straddle him again, yet paused. He seemed to be reminded of something too.

“You on the pill?” He asked while his breath was going quick, to which you shook your head. Law simply nodded and leaned to the bedside table to search for the familiar packaging.

As Law was getting out a condom, you couldn’t help but pepper his neck with kisses. One of your hand wandering down to his core, gently wrapping your fingers around his hardened cock and pumping it up and down.

Law let out a hiss suddenly, looking at what you were doing. Fuck if you kept going like that, he wouldn’t last long.

He quickly ripped the plastic open with is teeth, and gently pushed you down with one hand. Obediently you let yourself fall into the mattress and spread your legs for him. While Law was putting on the rubber, he watched you with greedy eyes, eating up every piece of you.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me…” He mumbled under his breath and grabbed your legs, pulling you closer to him effortlessly. You could sense the tip of his cock against your entrance as he leaned down.

The feeling of him filling you up painfully slow was overwhelming, a perfect fit that sent waves of ecstasy crashing through your body. You let out a moan, your nails digging into his shoulders as you adjusted to the sensation. Law couldn’t control his own voice and let out a satisfied groan as he pushed deeper, letting you get used to his size. He moved slow at first, observing your blushed face to check if you were okay. However, you being soaking wet made it easier for him, and the way you arched your back and moved closer let him know that you were fully into it.

His fingers tightened around your thighs, pulling you even closer as he maintained that agonizingly slow pace. The sensation of his cock stretching you open was both painful and deliciously overwhelming. You could feel every inch of him, every ridge, as he filled you up.

"Fuck," you moaned desperately, your voice barely a whisper as your nails dug deeper into his shoulders. "Law, please..."

He paused and backed off, the tip of his cock just inside you, teasing you with the promise of more. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and hungry, reading your desperation. "Beg for it," he whispered, his voice low and commanding.

You swallowed hard, your breath coming in short, shallow bursts. "Please," you repeated, "I need... I need you deeper."

A smirk played at the corners of his lips, but it quickly vanished as he began to push further inside you. The stretch felt so good that you moaned out his name loudly. Your hips bucked instinctively, trying to take more of him, but he held you firmly in place, controlling the tempo.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Take it all..."

With each slow thrust, he sank deeper, until he was fully seated inside you. The feeling of being so completely filled sent waves of ecstasy through your body. You let out a ragged moan, your head falling back against the mattress as you surrendered to the sensations.

Law's hands moved from your thighs to your hips, gripping you tightly as he began to move. The pace was getting quicker, his hips rolling against yours. He watched your face intently, gauging your reactions.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice dripping with sinful satisfaction.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice trembling with need. "God, yes."

He picked up the pace further, his hips moved against yours in a steady rhythm. Each thrust brought him deeper, hitting spots inside you that made your toes curl and your vision blur with pleasure.

"God, you feel so good…” he groaned, his voice raw with emotion.

Law couldn’t hold himself back any longer, and began to thrust into you ruthlessly, making you body bounce along his own rhythm. The sight beneath him was sinful, and he didn’t know where to look first. Your pretty face twisting in pleasure, your tits bouncing up and down or your pussy where his cock disappeared inside you.

A mixture of grunts and moans started to leave his throat now, Law starting to chase his own orgasm which was painfully close. He wanted you to reach your high together with him, making his thumb circle around your clit. He knew exactly where he had to put the pressure on, causing you to moan out his name multiple times in a row, while your thighs started shivering. Your surrounding were blurred, the only thing you could focus on was him filling you up over and over with a rough pace.

The sound of skin clapping, bed creaking mixed with both of your sinful voices filled the room. Law couldn’t care less if anyone heard you, you felt too good around his cock to worry about that. He gave you all of his attention, dipping down and burying his teeth into the soft flesh of your neck. The added sensation threw you off completely, and you didn’t even notice how fast your high was coming.

“L-Law, I’m…I’m close! Please don’t stop!” You gripped a handful of his hair and threw your head back, locking him tight against your body with your legs.

You let out a strangled cry, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and weak. Law continued to move inside you, riding out your climax with relentless intensity. He wanted to make sure you felt every second of it.

He was close, so close, and he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Law," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Come on... I want to feel you come."

It gave him the last push. He let out a throaty moan, his control slipping as he slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you. He filled up the condom with his hot cum as he came undone above you. Law stayed still for a moment, letting the intensity of his orgasm wash over him before slowly withdrawing from your body.

As he pulled out, you felt a strange mix of emptiness and fulfillment. The bed felt colder without him inside you, but the memory of what just happened lingered like a warm glow in your chest. Law collapsed beside you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

The room became quiet suddenly, only your mixed heavy breathing filling up the silence. Both of you laid next to each other, covered in sweat, looking at the ceiling.

Law got a bit uncomfortable with the condom still attached and reached down to carefully remove it, tying it off before tossing it into a bin. Slowly, almost cautiously, he leaned over you.

His hand hesitated on your cheek, his fingers lingering on the sticky strands of hair he just brushed away. His touch was gentle, almost respectful, a stark contrast to the primal intensity that had driven you both to the brink moments ago. “You okay?” he asked, in a voice so soft it barely broke the silence.

You nodded, your smile tired but genuine. “Yea…hah…give me a moment.”

He chuckled softly, a sound that vibrated through his chest and into yours. He pulled back, letting you rest as you requested, before he finally sat up. You watched him from beneath half-lidded eyes. He reached for his clothes, the movement casual and unhurried.

Your gaze followed him as he got dressed, his silhouette sharp against the dim room. When he slipped on his sweatpants, the fabric hanging loose on his hips in a way that made your heart skip a beat. He placed your spare clothes next to you, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he turned and left the room without a word.

The door clicked softly behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the sticky residue between your legs. You started to shift, trying to find a comfortable position, but the sensation was too distracting. You sighed, your hand slipping between your thighs, feeling the dampness there. You really didn’t want to get dressed like this.

Just as you were about to sit up and make a move, the door creaked open again. Law stepped in, carrying a warm, damp towel and a glass of water. He tossed the towel towards you and set the glass on the nightstand, his actions smooth and practiced.

“If you want to shower, go ahead,” he said casually, sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. His voice was calm, a balm to the lingering tension in the air.

You shook your head, giving him a small smile. “Will do that at home, thanks though.”

At home.

Right, you were going to leave in a few hours, Law almost forgot. It was probably past 4 a.m. now.  

Law nodded in silence. You took the towel, its warmth comforting as you began to clean yourself up. The moisture from the towel slid over your skin, erasing the remains of your heated encounter. As you worked, you felt the tension in your body begin to disappear, replaced by a dull ache that reminded you of the intensity of what had just happened.

Once you were done, you pulled on your clothes, the familiar fabric a welcome change from the sticky discomfort. Law watched you, his expression unreadable, but there was an underlying warmth in his gaze that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Feel better?” he asked, his tone still casual, but there was an softness to it.

You nodded and crawled back to bed.  “Yeah, much better. Thanks.”

Without another word, you nestled back under the blanket, feeling the weight of the night settle over you. Law followed close behind, his presence a quiet comfort. After everything that had happened, you hesitated, unsure of how to position yourself now. The earlier intensity still lingered, making the space between you feel charged with unspoken thoughts. But Law didn’t seem fazed. He simply looked at you, his expression softening, and opened his arms just a fraction—an unspoken invitation.

It wasn’t that he was insensitive. In fact, he knew the importance of aftercare, regardless of who you were. Though, if he was being honest with himself, maybe it mattered more because it was you.

With most others, it was easy for him to turn over and drift off to sleep without a second thought. But something felt different now. He didn’t give off that cold, detached air that might have made you feel discarded. Instead, there was a quiet warmth in his actions, as if he genuinely wanted to care for you, even after everything was over. The moment you’d shared felt significant, and though he rarely allowed himself to admit such things, he enjoyed being around you. More than he would ever say out loud. The fatigue from the night, the weight of it all, left him too tired to overthink or resist his own feelings.

You hesitated only a moment before slowly moving closer, finding your place beside him. His arms wrapped around you instinctively, and as your head rested on his chest, you could hear the steady, calming rhythm of his heartbeat. The sound soothed you. Wrapped in his warmth, the earlier uncertainty faded, replaced by a feeling of safety. It was comfortable—unexpectedly so. Soon, the exhaustion from the night overtook you both. The world around you softened, and together, you drifted into sleep, bodies tangled, hearts quiet.

>>ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7 - ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ (n.sfw)

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