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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 2 years ago

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An Evening of Persuasion (John Price x Reader)

Summary: An unstoppable force (your desire to get your captain a somewhat regular sleep schedule) meets an immovable object (Price immersed within an endless pile of paperwork).

AN: Had a go at writing John Price. Once again, please don’t make fun of me. It’s already bad enough I’m down horrendous for a man with mutton chops. Thank you everyone who voted in the poll! I’ll post them in the order of the results.

Reader is GN with no use of Y/N.

Content warning:

Masterlist // AO3

The late-night interaction started with you being a hypocrite. Your policy of “knock and wait until the person on the other side of the door allows you to enter” was one you’d held long before you joined the military. It was the bare minimum level of respect that could be shown, as well as a display of patience.

Tonight you committed the ultimate sin: you knocked as you opened the door.

From his desk, Captain Price spoke with the heaviest of sarcastic tones as you closed the door to his office behind you: “Yes, please, come in. No need to wait outside until I’m ready.”

The famed boonie hat was off and sitting politely by his buzzing desk lamp. His hands were bare, their gloves paired and no doubt in his middle desk drawer. One of his hands reached for his mug whilst he kept scanning the sheet of paper in the other. He only looked up when he patted the placemat – not his mug – to see you holding his drink hostage, staring down into the blackness that occupied it.

“You can’t drink this; you’ll be up all night!” You frowned.

“That’s the point.” Hand open, palm up, eyebrows raised, Price began to stare you down. His silent steely eyes held you like a deer in the headlights. Except you had far better control over your instincts and knowledge of your Captain that ran deeper than the Marianas Trench.

After blinking first out of the two of you, you held the mug to your lips and started chugging the coffee down.

“For God’s sake,” grunted Price. He was up and out of his chair.

Celebrating the success of getting him to move, you circled around the desk backwards, still holding the coffee out of reach, “It’s gone eleven; you need to go to bed.”

Price was unrelenting, “Give me the coffee.”

“You��re gonna regret it in the morning!”

“You’re already gonna regret it; I’m putting you on bathroom duty for the next two weeks.”

The hand was already back out, not close enough to make a sudden grab for the mug. It was a power play. His success required you to give it up willingly, and he was adding to the pressure of the return.

“Three weeks. Give it back.”

Making more demands though, he didn’t have to do that – just add to the punishment and let that speak for itself. He must really be tired.

Rather than push that tactic, you decided to butter him up instead and make him lower his guard by handing back the coffee mug. He didn’t even smile at his success. An ache grew in your chest, melancholy in the absence of those eye crinkles that appeared whenever John’s grin grew across his face. You watched him sit back down at his desk, replacing the coffee mug, before he leant back and sighed deeply with his face hidden in a hand.

“John?” You said quietly. He let out a low hum but didn’t look at you.

You followed the path he’d taken until you were stood behind him. With a firm squeeze on his shoulders, you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and rested your chin on his head.

“Why are you so persistent, eh?” He said gruffly

“Because I care about you,” You mumbled before kissing his cheek and releasing him in favour of spinning him around in his chair to face you, “C’mon, you can leave it until tomorrow.”

Captain John Price did not rise from his office chair. Instead, one of his feet kicked up to rest on the opposite’s knee. He lifted then tilted his head, his fore and middle finger stroking over his bottom lip, teasing it into a smirk as he watched you through slitted eyelids.

“What?” You folded your arms, struggling not to fidget further.

John pursed his lips, “Just lookin’ at you.”

“That’s a dirty tactic, Captain.”

“Pulling rank is a dirty tactic – and an odd choice for you to make, considering I outrank you by a very large margin.”

“Don’t I know it,” You popped out your right hip with a grin.

Your double entendre scored you a couple of points, since you got to hear Price’s hearty laugh for a few seconds. It broke his stare as his head lolled back, only returning once his mirth had ended – the only clue to its existence the glint in his blue eyes and the crinkles at the corners.

Carefully, as if to avoid a HR violation, he said, “Are you trying to seduce me into bed?”

How dare he, when he was sat looking at you and looking like that, accused you of such a thing. Sure, you’d done it before and it had been very effective, but you has to act like you were slightly above using sex to get John to prioritise his health over his paperwork. Set an example and all that.

“I don’t need to,” You replied, “Because my boyfriend is going to do what I ask.”

“Is he now?” John raised his eyebrows.

After another brief stare down, you rolled up the sleeves of your shirt: “Fine. Can’t say I didn’t try being nice.”

And that’s how you ended up perched in his lap, nice and comfortable and straddling his thick thighs. You didn’t miss the quirk of John’s lips before he ironed out his expression to remain neutral; that became especially difficult to maintain as he shuffled the chair around to face the desk.

“Hope you don’t use these torture techniques on anyone else,” he signed a document and placed it in his out tray – his very small out tray.

“No, I save them for geriatric stubborn superior officers.”

“I’d be very surprised if Ghost let you try this out.”

“Are you kidding? He’s all over me,” You said, bobbing and weaving your head from side to side as John tried to get a good look at the next file behind you.

John scoffed to (poorly) hide the wince, “Don’t say that.”

“Jealous?”

“Disgusted.”

“You brought him up; one might call it a dirty tactic.” You were very pleased with that one. “I’ll stop talking about it if you come to bed.”

“Extortion! Now we’re talking.”

“A language you can understand, at last!”

“… Fine!” John capped his pen then kissed you on the forehead, “I’ll go to my room.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

Even with this assurance, you continued to monitor him close down his office for the night and retire to his private quarters. That meant watching him get undressed, occasionally helping him with an item of clothing he clearly wasn’t struggling with.

When he was down to his undershirt, you headed towards the door, but John caught your elbow neatly, “Hang on, you’re not staying? After all that hard work putting moves on your superior officer?”

You untangled yourself from him, “No, you put me on toilet duty for three weeks.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Shut up and get into bed.”

John didn’t try holding back the smile or the flush hidden mostly by his mutton chops, "Technically, I only agreed to go to my room.”

“John!”

“I'll get into bed if you tuck me in.”

“Toilet duty. Three weeks.”

“I’ll lower it to one week.”

“No, you won’t.”

As he sidled away from you, John sighed, “I guess you know me too well.”

“Oh, I see what this is,” You said as he languidly removed his sleep shirt with his back, his gorgeous back, to you, “You’re trying to seduce me again.”

“Just taking turns, it’s only fair.”

With a flourish, John discarded the shirt into his laundry basket. You had to redirect your gaze to the ceiling because, if you could see any part of his chest, you would not be able to control yourself and you couldn’t let him catch you ogling openly.

“Fair, right. You don’t ever play fair,” You deflected, temptation approaching in your peripherals.

“I find that accusation offensive.” You stiffened as, with ease, John lifted you up into his arms and smirked since he’d given you no option but to look at him. “If anything, my playing this way balances out your actions in my office.”

You weren’t immune to his charm; he’d eroded your iron will into a rusty stump. So, as he carried you over to the bed, your hands slid up to link behind the back of his neck and you relaxed a little.

Still, you couldn’t help but throw another quip his way: “Getting practice in?”

John paused before sitting down on the bed with you over his lap, “For what?”

“Weight lifting, Gaz said you were trying it out the other day. Got matching sweatbands and legwarmers.”

It was a lie that doubled as a rib. But there wasn’t any retort to this fabrication; John started unlacing your boots instead, acting more interested in getting you to sleep with/beside him than whatever slip-up he’d just skidded on. Thing was, you weren’t sure what the slip-up was, what was making him act like this. If you weren’t about to curl up atop the blankets and snooze, you’d probably have been able to work out what was suddenly bothering him, and maybe you’d be more subtle. But it was almost midnight and you’d had a 5:30 start, so you just asked him outright:

“Why, what did you think it was practice for?”

“Dragging your arse around while out in the field,” John replied, tugging off one of the boots to toss it over by his. Your pride wasn’t wounded because that was the biggest fib you’d heard.

You bent your leg, holding your foot hostage, “Johnathan Price, tell me now or I’ll go to my own bunk.”

But the use of his full name didn’t dissuade him. No, John grabbed you by the ankle and dragged back, causing you to slide back against him. He raised his eyebrows at you when you tried tugged it back, effectively ceasing your resistance to receive his revelation.

“Thought about carrying you to our bed on our wedding night.” His blue eyes held you still for that revelation, setting your stomach into knots, then he was back to untying your laces.

You knew he had nerves of steel, but John remaining pretty casual after confessing to a daydream of marriage between you both? You would’ve had more composure dealing with bomb defusal. Even now, your face was hot, your throat was drying up, and you weren’t even the one to confess.

Marriage, you’d mentioned it by the third week of the relationship, saying that it was something you would like with the right person and he was looking like that right person. John agreed and, after a quick one in his private shower, you left the subject there beside your recently relocated shampoo bottle. There hadn’t really been any other mentions of it before now, and that was over a year ago – maybe fourteen months? But, in the occasional instance of space whilst waiting for evac, your mind had considered seeing Price at the end of an aisle or even sat a registrar’s office in smart civvies. Gaz had caught you smiling to yourself once and teased you about it for two weeks after.

It took until your boots were reunited on the floor that you resurfaced from your racing train of thought. You stood up as elegantly as you could, even though John’s gaze was resolute on your face, watching and waiting for your response. Well, here it was.

“And,” You began unbuckling your belt, “What if I wanted to carry you to our bed on our wedding night?”

God. His face.

The shock took a split second to wear off. Spreading across his face like the rising sun was that smile, close-lipped with scrunched up eyes, like he was watching you open a present he knew you were bound to love almost as much as he loved you. Absolutely cheesing away at you, and it made you feel like your bones were gonna collapse from under you.

“Did you think of that?” You added.

“Can’t say I did,” John shook his head, keeping his warm eyes on you, “But, if that’s the case, you better join me with the weightlifting then, Lieutenant Price-to-be.”

“Love this assumption I’m taking your name.” That retort came quick. You were still a little immune to his charms.

“Why, you keeping yours?” He sounded cocky, and it would’ve been even more effective if he wasn’t reaching out for you to return into his arms whilst you removed his shirt from the laundry and slid into it.

Once you spotted his stance, you stepped back into his grasp, both your hands cradling his jaw, “Was thinking double-barrelled, or you can take mine.”

“Then I’d really be all yours.”

“And everyone would know it.”

He was making you swoon with his stare again, so much so that you had to hold his face and rest your forehead against his to ground yourself. Closer to the sun but it never burnt you - and he never looked at his stupid paperwork like that.

He whispered to you, “Guess what.”

“What?” You waited as he leant around and pursed his lips against your ear.

“I’m still putting you on toilet duty.”

The wheeze from his chest erupted with a splutter at your gawking then shielded his face from your indignant smacks, pushing him so that he was flat on his back.

“You bastard! You’re so mean to me!” You cried, trying to kneel over his hips to pin him down. Instead you were just sat upon him and that definitely wasn’t a bad thing in John’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” He stroked over both your thighs, “How can I make it up to you?”

And, while he did look delicious lying there, burning cheeks and beaming up at you, he’d just sealed his fate.

“By getting some shut eye ASAP, and taking your future spouse off toilet duty.”

The downfall of Captain Price: caught in a trap of his own design. He’d be pissed if he wasn’t also proud. Though, of course, he never went without a final negotiation in his favour:

“Only if you stay.”

Ignoring the urge to joke about walking back to your room in just your underwear, you agreed to his terms. He looked pleased as punch laying beneath you; such a shame that you had to get off him to get under the covers on your designated side of the bed. John followed you over your territory for a little bit, kissing away the sting of his jape, before switching the bedside lamp and settling down for the evening. At last!

So, of course, that was when the coffee you chugged earlier kicked in alongside the karma for knocking and entering without waiting.

But then a snore buzzed from John’s side of the bed. So, as he snuggled up beside you, a hand instinctively brushing up against you, that cross to bear was accepted for the sake of your future husband.

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mothxmoons · 2 years ago

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Hello, I gotta say that I love your stories and posts, I enjoy reading them whenever a new story is posted. Keep up with the work, it's makes me smile a lot.😁😁😁

Also, can I request a Wesker x fem reader? They are both each other's soulmates and the way that they met had to do with their Tsum Tsums look alike.

Hehe hoohoo tsum tsum

You were sure your soulmate had something to do with your tsum tsum. You’re not sure where he came from, or when he got in your home, but the fact is that he’s just there now. He lives in your home now, and he’s now your friend, can’t get rid of that. You were sure this was a weird soulmate thing, you were so sure of it. Plenty of other people have gotten weird soulmate things, this can’t be that different. Your tsum tsum was a blondie, bigger than the other tsum tsums in your room, had black sunglasses and a black outfit. More importantly though. He could move and talk.

You were very surprised when he first started talking. He had a sneer for a voice, it was rather high pitched too, maybe because of his size. But when he first talked to you, it was in the kitchen and you nearly dropped your plate. He demanded that you stop and turn around to pick him up, because he wasn’t going to follow after you if you went all the way back to your room. He was very upset that you were leaving him on the counter and immediately decided to scream at you about it. You would think you were definitely loosing it when he first moved but now this? Nearly gave you a heart attack, but you did as he asked and let him crawl his way into your hand.

You wondered why out of all the things to refer to your soulmate, you got a little tiny plush toy of him. Does that mean he has a little version of you wandering around? What does little you do with your soulmate? Does it do the same things you do? There wasn’t much use thinking of these things, so you decided that now that you know he’s your soulmate link, you should start taking care of him.

So you found your old wooden dollhouse which seemed to be perfect for him. You switched out the old wooden bed for an antique doll bed, complete with sheets and pillows. He seemed to enjoy that very much, being able to have his own bed and little space, the doors were just big enough for him to enter and exit as well. However, despite his new little home you cleaned up for him and even getting him new stuff to fill the space, he seems to like your bed the best. Snuggled next to your head, snoring away until morning where he wiggles his way into your neck and naps. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t use his home! Oh no, he’s always asking for things to be put in and wants to come with you when getting these things.

That’s how you’re in this situation. Looking through mini furniture, a small tsum tsum soulmate in your hands as he squeaks at his favorites and the colors he wants. You guess his squeaking caught the attention of someone else in another isle.

“Excuse me?” A deep voice sounded, it was so familiar and you couldn’t help but turn to the voice to see who was the owner of it.

“Uh-“ In front of you seemed to be a bigger version of your little soulmate link. But he was safely in your hands and this one had a…you..so to speak.

You two were so involved with looking at each other you both barely even noticed that your tsum tsums squeaked and jumped down from their places and fell to the floor, tumbling their way over to each other. Their happy squeaks made you two realize where you both were and what had just happened. You both looked down at your soulmate links, the little version of you happily rubbing against his much larger plush body.

“It’s…nice to meet you, soulmate.” He said, a little embarrassed from what was happening.

“It’s lovely to meet you too, soulmate.” You responded in kind, watching as the two plush toys happily squeaked at each other.

It appears you’ll have to move soon… because of the two plush toys and to get to know your soulmate, of course.

#asks!#albert wesker x reader #resident evil x reader #wesker x reader #soulmate au

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agendabymooner · 1 year ago

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29, 27, 25, go to bed 🥺😭

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

When writing it?? I only get upset if I write angst, if that’s what you mean. It’s often worst if I write something and I’m listening to a sad song in the process. A tear or two would come out lol— that’s how immersed I am when writing some stuff.

27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?

All of my (long) written fics. I always found that people who enjoy my works prefer the SMAUs/social media snapshots or even the smut fics because they’re quick to read. I’m always nervous to share my written fics because people might not want to follow the plot of them??? or they wouldn’t be as interested.

That’s why whenever I write a longer story, I’m like “uhhh let’s not post this.” I suppose that’s why I still have the Melody (Lewis Hamilton) and the last part of ‘Time to Rock & Roll’ (Fernando Alonso) on hold lol.

It’s the matter of what people think about them. I try to get people as engaged in my fics as I could and with longer written stories, it’s hard to entice the audience. I honestly should start asking what they’d like to read or what they prefer to read but then again— it’s difficult to be creative when there’s a specific prompt or topic that I have to follow. Still, I’m trying my best and posting the longer stories so I can see if people actually like them!

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

I don’t think I have a fic that I haven’t posted or won’t be posting… can I just offer you a Google sheet of one of my characters?

I have a lot of prompts in my notes actually. I have a whole note full of NSFW F1 prompts (driver specific) but I don’t think I’d write them until I’m motivated enough 😭

An example

SIDE NOTE: I can hardly sleep properly these days 😭😭 I’m so stressed out for no reason idk why

SHOOT ME AN ASK!!

#convo with mooners #writer asks #ask questions

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ponds-of-ink · 2 years ago

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Notre Dame AU “Chapter” 3: ‘The Festival of Tomfoolery’ (And What Happened There)

This is going to be a long one, so buckle up. Stalled this one for a day too long, methinks.

As Sun ushered in the surprisingly large crowd of people, two children lingered on the outskirts. One, a girl with more modern attire (though one could argue that she took more inspiration from the 1990s) sitting and watching. The other, a boy donning a medieval peasant’s best dress-wear as he practiced some move. “So, let me see if I’ve got this right,” the girl asked in a gentle tone as her companion finished. “The only reason why you’re back here at all is to mess with some lady in a rabbit mask?”

”And to beat some games they’ve got here,” the boy added confidently, now stretching his arms. “But yeah, that’s about it.”

“You’re not here to find out about the story of the bell-ringer? Or anything that’s been weird about this place?”

”Look, Amelia,” the boy continued, now sitting down beside her as he adjusted his shoes. “I’ve seen plenty of weird stuff in this place already. Some random guy that got hired to ring that huge bell a couple times is not one of them.”

Amelia leaned back and lifted up her head. “Okay, but what if it’s not just a random guy?” she pressed, looking at him with a concerned expression. “Remember what that one woman posted in the Fazbear’s Kingdom thread?”

“Eh, kinda. Something about seeing a guy with half of his face being a purple pixel thing. Kinda glowed like a ghost even when the sky was sunny and stuff.”

The poor girl just tilted her head and stared.

“Okay, you got me there,” her friend sighed as he got up. “There might be a chance that something else is the bell-ringer. But until I see him with my own eyes, I’m just going to stick with a combo of an intern and some fancy-shmancy projection.” Just then, the cathedral bells chimed in the distance. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a dance to prep for,” he concluded, bowing low towards the girl. “See you after the festival, Amy!”

“You too, Greg,” Amelia answered back, waving weakly. As soon as she watched him disappear into the growing swarm of people, she sighed to herself. “I just hope nothing goes wrong for him today,” she muttered to herself. “Both Gregory and the bell-ringer.”

As Gregory rushed to his own affairs, Sun serenaded and guided a few guests around the area. He showcased each area with great enthusiasm in-between song breaks, leading them from the main entrance to the Princess’ Challenge castle itself. “Here we have the Choir Section, right near the church!” Sun called out, dramatically gesturing to hastily moved log benches and stacks of papers. “Feel free to chime with my traveling songs whenever you like— But remember! Stick to your parts!”

A curious member of this group picked up a sheet and skimmed its contents. “Excuse me, but where are the music notes?” she questioned, showing her paper to the still-smiling jester. “I’m not sure if I’m going to know how to come in without music notes.”

Sun let out a feverish chortle. “You’ll do fine, silly!” he exclaimed before pointing to the woman’s Faz-Watch. “Just remember the colors of your watch, and you’ll know exactly when to sing!”

“So, my words are the one in green and gold?”

“Now you’ve got it!” Sun cheered, joyfully patting the woman on the back with his non-puppet wielding hand. “C’mon! We’ve got a big show to start!”

The woman eyed her part again, shrugged, then joined the rest of the animatronic’s makeshift choir. As they gathered at the castle’s courtyard, Agonia fumbled around in the main hustle and bustle. He attempted to find someone to talk to in the crowd, but his trying was either met with confusion about a floating hood or absolute distraction by the myriads of games and activities. Feeling the need to retool his approach, he hobbled back towards the castle and slipped past the crowd. He sat on the lowest step as they prepared. His mind drifted between two thoughts: Either he could go back into the castle and come back later when the crowds had died down or he could figure out the reason why they could only see a floating cape. And, considering all the work that went into even getting to this point, the latter sounded much better to him.

He got up from his seat and peered up at the bell tower itself. Though he had to strain his eyes, he did see one glaring error: The flame in the lantern wasn’t flickering.

Now finally understanding the reason for both his easy getaway and his lack of interaction, he walked up to the tower walls and placed his hand on a pillar. Then, with some focus, he sent up a blast of purple lightning to “short out” the lantern. He could felt something rushing through him as he watched the sparks do their work. His entire body registered the loose weight of the cloak as it covered him. His appendages lost a good bit of their floaty nature as he adjusted his hood. He could even feel the breeze of an unseen air conditioner as he processed the rest of these changes. In short: now he was truly there at the festival.

Which meant he had to hurry out of harm’s way before anyone in Sun’s Choir mistook him for one of their own— And fast.

So, as Sun and his new friends sang the festival’s theme song, Agonia carefully rushed to the church. Then, when all was clear, he entered back into the fray.

Fortunately for him, there was plenty of opportunities for a good time. The nearby arts and crafts booth provided a special lesson in silly paper crowns or sturdy tambourines adorned with ribbons. The snack vendors wheeled by him in old-style wooden wagons, carrying strange foods both spicy and sweet. Even the employees a good distance away fooled around with the lone passerby, either dressing like a random animatronic or as a shoddy rendition of their usual work attire. And this wasn’t even covering the activities lining the borders like jousting with pool noodles or a giant chess match with random pieces on both side of the board. All in all, everything was in a spectacular flurry of absurdity as he fumbled his way through the sea of equally astounding folks.

Unfortunately, as he tried to decide, one of those aforementioned employees sprang in front of him with a strange mask and emitted a fierce screech. This act alarmed him so badly that he stumbled straight into a small, fabric-lined tent. Cries of “Hey, watch it!” and “What?” rang in his ear as he crashed to the ground on his back. As he struggled to regain his composure, he could hear something drawing nearer. “You good?” a boy’s voice asked sheepishly. “Sorry about the yelling, but I—we—had no idea y-you–“

Agonia waved his hand nonchalantly as he sat up. He shook his head, then opened his eyes. Beside him was a boy dressed in green and brown. Some distance behind them both was a lady in a rabbit mask and a red dress looking both relieved and shocked. As did Agonia as he realized which tent he had just clumsily wandered into. Quickly, he stumbled back onto his feet and gave a parting bow before hobbling out the curtain door. “He didn’t even let us check if he was hurt underneath that funny mask!” the boy grumbled as he returned to what he was doing before.

“I... don’t think I blame him,” the rabbit lady stammered, tilting her masked head. “We can check later if he doesn’t mind, but uh... Let’s leave him to his business, okay? We’ve got a show to start.”

”Okay,” the boy agreed reluctantly, pulling back the curtain as he did so. He poked his head outside and looked around. When he spotted the jester robot and his band of merry singers, he gave their leader a thumbs up.

Sun, meanwhile, took the thumbs up as a sign to stop his friends’ joyous following-along. “I’ve got to go!” he cried out, shaking one of the members’ hands. “Have fun with the rest of the festival!”

A strain of microphone feedback alerted (and most likely hurt) a good majority of the main crowd of guests. A fanfare played through the speakers of a small theater set up beside that fabric tent, leading most to it. After spotting the gathering audience, Sun leaped into the stage and posed dramatically. “Come one and all!” he beckoned with bold enthusiasm. “Here she is again: The bunny with dances most funny— and, this time, she’s got a friend to tag along! Vanny and her new pal Greg!”

As soon as their names were announced, Vanny and Greg emerged from a pile of reddish smoke billowing from underneath a scarlet curtain. Applause filled the air as they began their routine. Vanny performed a solo tango as Greg circled around her.. at first. As if all the melodrama and extra sass in her moves annoyed him, Greg put out a leg and tripped up Vanny the first chance he got. Vanny fumbled, but regained her balance before falling over the edge of the stage. With only a stern stance and a foot stomp to show her true anger, she proceeded to chase the boy down the stairs and into the audience itself.

Agonia, who had been watching in the back row, looked amused at it all rather than horrified. Even as they rushed behind him, he couldn’t help but attempt to egg Greg on by mouthing a cheer.

Meanwhile, in the front row, Judge Glitch yelled ‘advice’ down to Vanny. “Run faster!” he cried when they were close enough. “Grab him by the legs! Even drag me into this, if you have to!”

“With pleasure,” joked a boy’s voice from behind.

The next thing Glitch knew, he was dragged by the hand onto the show stage itself. He looked down to see Greg himself, taunting a faraway Vanny with her own dancing from earlier. “Come on, Your ‘Honor’,” he heard Greg tell him in a somewhat-cheerful tone. “Live a little! Do what I did earlier, if you want! Just make it crazy enough to get her back over.”

Glitch nodded reluctantly, trying his best to hide his growing unease. He then proceeded to do a slower version of Greg’s foot-tripping high kicks, but he missed the boy’s leg each time. With building frustration, the rabbit adjusted each kick until it practically turned into a blazing inferno of floor-scuffing and near-hits. He watched as Greg switched dancing styles entirely just to avoid a fiercely-dealt blow to the kneecaps.

A strange sense of joy filled the rabbit’s mind as he kept going. And not a malicious kind, either. To him, it almost felt like a wonderful memory he had lost ago. A different time and place, but still keeping that aspect of playing games with someone. Someone a bit younger than Greg. An old friend, even.

Unsure of what to do with these glimpses of the past, Glitch halted his side of the performance and let Vanny rush back on-stage to finish the act. They circled around the bewildered judge until Greg swung onto Vanny’s back and pulled on her ears like the reins of a horse. This prompted them both to stop and bow, which a reeling Glitch took as his cue to leave. He dazedly wandered back into his seat, still wide-eyed and droopy-eared.

Sun jumped back onto the stage as the two performers slipped behind the scarlet curtain. “Thanks for coming to their show!” he thanked with a swing of his microphone hand. “Oh, and don’t forget! At the top of the hour, we’ll be crowning the King of Fools after our contest!”

Agonia raised his head at that last sentence. King of Fools, eh? What were the requirements for such a title? A degree in being a court jester? A general lapse in judgement?

Feeling like endless speculation in his mind wouldn’t help him in getting answers, the bell-ringer hobbled towards the metallic jester-in-charge. However, before his bowed legs could catch up, a little girl with blonde pigtails rushed past. He decided to just sit down nearby and watch their conversation after that. At least what he caught was.. somewhat helpful. Their chatter was normal at first. A concerned girl asked a question, which Sun responded by nodding and answering with pointing to his head. Which most likely meant something about the King of Fools, Agonia had no doubt.

Then Sun spun his head like a ferris wheel and changes faces right before the girl’s (and the bell-ringer’s) eyes. His triangle spikes retracted into his head as his bright yellow colors switched to a more distinct white and black. He hissed out a little “Boo!”, which made the girl step back.. Only to giggle and outright hug the transformed jester. They exchanged a few parting words as his head returned to normal, then they went their own ways.

This strange interaction made Agonia lean back and ponder even more. Did this mean that the contest the host mentioned was a battle for the scariest mask? A battle that could result in the crowning of the King of Fools? This explained the fellow that scared him earlier, which relieved the speculator a little.

Now filled with a stronger curiosity, he followed the audience gathering around the courtyard of the castle. A stage made of several moving parts wheeled in as the minutes ticked on. Some members of the observers moved into a line blocked off by barriers of sewn velvet curtains. Agonia moved near the back of line, but decided to not join in. More out of a fear for a misunderstanding about his face than actual stage fright, really.

Thankfully for both viewers and participants alike, the cathedral bells and the castle bells themselves chimed the long-awaited hour. Sun flourished a loose-fitting scarlet cape on the main platform as he made his second stage entrance of the day. “It’s 9 AM, which means it’s time to crown the new King of Fools!” he announced, garnering a large round of applause and similar cheers. “Gone are the scales and teeth of last year’s king! Here will be... Well, even I’m not sure. But, after today’s contest, I’m sure we’ll find out together!”

“But why do we even need the contest?” the moon-themed puppet on one of Sun’s arms ‘groveled’. “Shouldn’t we just pick someone at random?”

“No, you silly little boy!” Sun chortled as he lightly flicked the puppet on the ‘nose’. “We may be fools, but we still try to be somewhat fair. Besides, how could we decide on who’s the ugliest without a proper assessment?”

“I guess that would be kinda hard on your own,” the puppet ‘replied’ begrudgingly. “Okay, we can keep going.”

“Great!” exclaimed Sun, lowering his puppet arm to show that his little skit was over. “Now that the both of us are in agreement, here’s how the contest works for all you first-timers out there: We’ve set up a line for anyone who thinks they’ve got the face that’ll crown them the King—or Queen, if a lovely lady earns it. Once someone reaches the bottom of the stairs, that person will be taken up here to be evaluated. If the audience agrees, then the crown is yours! If they don’t, well.. At least you can try a beauty pageant until next year?”

This retort got a chuckle out of Agonia, but it didn’t quell the mixed emotions he received from that explanation. On the one hand, all his worries about being confused for a cheater were erased. On the other, now he felt a bit too much of a professional in this field. They were looking for more naturally gruesome faces, after all.

So, as others jumped in line or dragged a reluctant person towards the curtain barriers, Agonia slipped away. He almost reached the town square, but a light tug on his cloak forced him to stop. He turned around to see Gregory realizing his mistake. “Hey, sorry to bother you,” he smiled nervously with a wave, “but I gotta ask: Are you seriously not going to join the King of Fools Contest? That mask of yours would look great in that crown!”

Agonia tried to sputter out a “No, thank you” as he backed away, but Gregory grabbed his hand. “Come on, you’ll be fine!” the boy cried out as he led the poor thing to the back of the line. “I’m right after you, so you’ll definitely have someone to talk to on the way. Trust me, I know how rough it can be dealing with scary stuff all on your own— Especially if it’s on the spot.”

Seeing no other choice, Agonia accepted the offer with a nod. They both travelled through the line, watching potential “nobles” being rejected left and right. The closer they got to the stairs of destiny, the more frenzied everyone became. Vanny re-emerged in a knight’s outfit, prancing in and introducing each one with a playful motion. Meanwhile, Sun rallied in his makeshift choir, leading cheers for those still in the audience. “Ugly folks forget your shyness— You could soon become Your Highness!” being a personal favorite of the sunny jester. “Must be a rough year for the ‘judges’,” Gregory quipped under his breath to his hooded friend. “Then again, Monty showing up with a bunch of ‘bruises’ is a pretty big act to follow.”

Agonia responded with a shudder. He would’ve tried to ask for more context, but it was already his turn to climb those stairs. With a gentle shove from his fellow contestant, he ascended the small staircase and lowered his hood. He walked as normally as his trembling legs would allow, stopping at the center of the main stage. He waved at the approaching Vanny and braced for the inevitable.

Vanny closely inspected the new contestant. Her head tilted this way and that as she circled him like a vulture. Then, after an exchange of gestures with the man, she attempted to pull off his “mask” from behind. This attempt only made her ungloved fingers tingle as she gripped the ghostly sides of his face before ‘accidentally’ fumbling onto the wooden boards.

Stunned silence filled the air. Agonia surveyed his tense surroundings, but his moment to process (and, in return, de-escalate this whole situation) was quickly shattered by frantic observations. “That’s not a mask, you dummy!” one employee in particular snapped to a horrified Gregory. “That’s his face!”

This retort prompted a slew of other quips one after the other. As the firestorm of exclamations towards him rose, Agonia looked to where Vanny had stumbled. By this time, however, she had already fled to Judge Glitch’s side a short distance away from the action. And, if it weren’t for terror pinning his feet onto the wooden boards, the bell-ringer would have joined her.

As Agonia felt his body readying to crumple on the spot, a loud whistle jolted some of his composure back into him. “Ladies and gentlemen, don’t be alarmed!” Sun assured the masses, swiftly bouncing to the frazzled man’s side. “I think we’ve hit the jackpot this year. We asked for the ugliest face in the entire kingdom, and we got someone even better: Agonia, our rumored castle bell-ringer!”

Mixed reactions ensued over this realization. A few teens in the back joyfully yelled “Long live the king!” and toasted with sodas. Those in the middle either asked for information about this whole bell-ringer thing or joined in with the teens in a more reserved manner. The front-row guests just shrugged and gave a thumbs up. Sun, taking all of this as a positive, led his troop of singers into a slower reprise of the Festival’s theme song. During this, he crowned Agonia with a strange combination of a jester’s hat and an actual papier-mâché crown lined with fake jewels.

Agonia inspected the crown as Sun switched out his cloak for a scarlet cape. His eyes widened as a realization reached his mind. King of the Fools didn’t just mean the obvious “king of the foolish ones”. Judging from the inclusion of the jester’s cap, this also meant that he was King of the Jesters. Or, perhaps even..

He smiled with misty eyes as he put his crown back on. With a new vigor, he shook hands with his fellow jokester and confidently bowed before his new “subjects”. Their more supportive reactions only prompted him to liven up to an even greater extent. He waved to the disgruntled Judge Glitch with a calm and collected grin. He chimed in with the choristers as they concluded, twirling his newly given scepter like a baton-wielding member of a marching band. Even as the applause died down after the song’s crescendo, he still thanked each of the departing musicians with a light tap of his scepter on the head.

Unfortunately, even with all these accolades, discontentment reigned supreme in some. “Oh, king of fools,” snarked the one bitter employee as he pulled out a small remote controller, “please enlighten me: How do you fare with fire?”

Before Agonia could respond, a familiar sensation crawled up his spine. He checked his cape, but nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Panic spread as fast as the burning feeling. He removed his crown and cloak and gave it back to the equally puzzled Sun. He strained to feel for anything than his curved spine, but no result came.

The employee, satisfied with this frightful display, nudged a nearby kid’s arm. He whispered something to the child, then ushered her and her four friends up. They attempted to break through his terror, but they were only met with an expression of pure fear and a full collapse to his knees. The leading girl flagged down Judge Glitch and Vanessa, yelling “Help! Our king’s falling fast! The nightmares are grabbing him and pining him down!”

Vanessa’s right hand twitched. Her frustrated expression dropped into one of equal alarm. “Sir, phrasing aside, I think she’s right,” she said, putting her hand on her sword sheath. “I’m pretty sure this calls for–“

Glitch put a finger to his mouth. “Neither of them have yelled out Sanctuary,” he reminded darkly. “Let the situation play out. He’ll get over it shortly.”

Vanessa’s face burned bright red. “But sir!” she growled out, drawing out her sword completely. “I’m fairly certain—“

The knight’s words were interrupted by a laser blast in the distance. Her head instinctively turned at the sound. There stood Gregory, Faz-Blaster in hand, staring down the man with a now-charred remote. Wordlessly, the boy placed his weapon onto the floorboards and crawled to the wounded soul’s side. He lingered there for a few moments. Watching and waiting for any sign of recovery.

The blast tore away any ghosts of the past that plagued Agonia’s mind. The scorching heat also died away, leaving him lying on the floor as his back cooled down. He opened one eye, letting his vision un-blur itself. His focus shifted from Gregory’s concerned face to the weapon on the floor. Everything now made sense again.

“I’m so sorry,” Gregory said in a frail tone, inching a bit closer to the healing victim. “I should’ve just left you alone.”

Agonia moved his hand and rested it on the boy’s own hand. A few simple pats and a broken smile conveyed all that was needed.

“You there!” Glitch’s voice rang out with cold anger. “Young boy! Get down from there or I’ll add a count of ‘trespassing’ to your list of charges!”

“Can you at least let me finish seeing if this guy’s all right?” Gregory asked sharply as he stood back up and gestured to the figure.

“He will survive,” Glitch answered coldly. “Now, come down here and accept your charges like a good boy. We’ll discuss those in private.”

Gregory picked up his Faz-Blaster and trudged in the judge’s general direction. However, he stopped once he reached the steps. “How’s about ‘no’?” he asked firmly, readying his laser gun yet again. “Not until you start treating this ghost guy a bit nicer! Actually, I can say ‘No’ until you stop messing with people’s heads altogether!” He then rolled up his sleeve to reveal two watches. One in blue and orange, the other a metallic black and purple. “You call yourself a ‘judge’, but I’ve seen what you do to people who need justice,” he admitted, lifting up the watches for all to see. “And I’m not going to stand by and watch while you turn more people into your—“

“Enough of this rabble!” Glitch snarled out, thrusting out his arm. “I will have order!”

“Justice!” Gregory shot back, literally firing a laser ‘bullet’ straight into the air. Remembering that the gun was still in his hand, however, he lowered his arm shortly after.

“If you continue to be as stupid as you are, then you will pay faster than most,” Glitch retorted while he signaled Vanessa.

“Pretty sure the dumb one here is you, Your ‘Honor’,” Gregory replied, grabbing the crown from the returning Sun and tossing it to the rabbit. He almost jumped into the front row as a grand finish, but the sight of several pairs of red eyes made him halt at the stage’s edge. His heart pounded. His mind raced as his eyes skimmed the town. He bolted down the stairs and sped through the empty line. Soon, the familiar shapes of three Glamrock animatronics furiously rushed after. All four vanished out of sight as the crowd of partygoers fled to other parts of the giant mall.

Agonia slowly rose to his feet. He grimaced as soon as Judge Glitch entered his line of vision. His legs bowed even more as that ever-familiar padded paw gripped his shoulder. “This is what I tried to keep you from,” the rabbit said with a false sense of sadness. “How could you do this to me?”

All Agonia could do was mouth an apology as his eyes welled up with tears.

Glitch let go of his listener’s shoulder. “Go back inside,” he ordered flatly, looking out into the empty town. ”I will join you shortly.”

Using the fractured lantern like a teleport beacon, the bell-ringer instantly returned to the bell tower. He sat underneath the bell itself and buried his head in his hands. This, without a doubt, was one of the worst ideas he had in years.

#notre dame au #hunchback of notre dame #gregory fnaf #glitchtrap #william afton #vanessa fnaf #vanny fnaf #fnaf vanny #sundrop #fnaf security breach #fnaf au #fnaf fanfic #long chapter #long post

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mrthoughtbubbles · 2 months ago

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Hi Yeet,

I thought that you were ghosting me with the caption that the little ghost ‘died’ and my mind connected the dots with the little one being your love died, you wore the sheets which represent ghosts and just stopped posting all of a sudden right before my birthday, which I saw was ghosting… I would like to apologize for what I said earlier and for being this way… I hate the fact that my mind does this and is the primary reason for my paranoid bout in 2018, wherein I connected the dots and I thought that world leaders are out to get me for what I wrote before… I won’t elaborate on what happened before, for it’s still lingering at the back of my mind, but I’m not as worse as I was before, but my mind still connects the dots easily… it also doesn’t help that I overthink a lot and I tend to replay things that happened before inside my head, like reliving the hellish things again and again…

I understand that it’s hard for you, Yeet, to handle how I react and its toxic of me to connect the dots and to overthink things and you receiving the brunt… Based on my experience, it’s either there’s no more chance after this or the other person just slowly raises her wall every time I fail to the point that it feels like there’s no more going back after that… That’s the reason why I’d think that you’re leaving after facing issues between us… I wish we’re at the talking phase so that we can nip in the bud before it festers and grows into something bigger… I understand that I am at fault for this as well… I also understand that I say sorry a lot… It’s kind of humbling whenever I write to you and I say sorry a lot, but I kind of like it at the same time. It’s humbling because I realize my faults/shortcomings, and I like it because you let me reflect and get to the said realization instead of what I was exposed to before…

May I be honest with you, Yeet…? There are times wherein I doubt myself and I sometimes think that it’s selfish of me to try and shower you with love, yet I don’t have the means to see you any time I want, that you’re waiting for me to see you, and I understand that the waiting hurts you… Sometimes I think, “is it really worth it for her to wait for someone like me, knowing that I tend to freeze, that I buckle under the pressure, that I don’t live up to expectations…?” It goes to show that I don’t think highly of myself… All I know that I’m okay with, in terms of skill, knowing that I still make mistakes as write, and all I really want to do would be to write to you, to shower you with love through writing, to tell you my reminders, and to finish each letter with something that relates to an I love you… I hope that along the way, I’ll get good at other stuff… I hope that you’ll be patient with me since I sorely lack experience, and through repetition, I gain confidence…

I’ll end my message to you here for tonight, Yeet. I would like to say sorry again getting to the said conclusion I had earlier today… It’s nice to know that you enjoyed your time away from the internet. I hope that you made a lot of memories whilst enjoying the moment. I hope that you’ll love and take care of the people around you. I hope that you’ll see and appreciate the little moments happening around you. I hope that you’ll remember that you’re beautiful despite having flaws/insecurities. I hope that you’ll pray/talk to God about everything. Finally, I hope that you’ll remember that I love you, Yeet!

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ozarkthedog · 3 years ago

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𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

summary: Chris eats your pussy before he leaves for the mtv awards show.

warnings: pussy eating. a few spanks. dirty talk. my silly sense of humor. no beta. Chris Evans with a graying beard and looking like this ☝️

word count: 1,222

author’s note: this is my interpretation of why he came dressed like he did that night 😏

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

“Really, Babe?” Chris says bemusedly as you step into the bedroom. “You’re makin’ it really fuckin’ hard to leave.”

His eyes travel over your towel-clad form, fresh and dewy from the shower you just took. Swirls of steam follow close behind as you walk into the room and go about your post-shower routine. “Oh come on, it won’t be that bad.”

You knew how much he loathed big events. Especially after being away from them for so long. “You’ll be back home before you know it.” You offer with a sympathetic smile.

He nods with a sigh and looks over the various options his stylist picked out for the night. Chris was allowed to choose from a few select shirts but the red bomber jacket was a must. He’s wearing a classic wife-beater as he sits on the edge of the bed before leaning over to tie his white Nikes.

You eye the black trousers he donned and the wife-beater that framed his torso so delectably, that it looked like it was painted onto his body. His back muscles ripple with the tiny actions as he knots the laces.

God damn, he made the simplest outfits look sinful.

The peak of his tattoos from under the thin white top and the gold chain that always hypnotized you whenever he fucked you from above had your heart racing.

From the corner of his eye, he spies you staring at him. “See somethin’ you like, Sweetheart?” He croons as his salt and peppered beard curves into a sly grin.

A soft whimper falls from your lips as you nod.

He holds out a hand, “C’mere.”

When he feels your palm slide over his, he simultaneously lays back and moves you so that you kneel over his face.

“Chris! You can’t be serious. You’ve got to leave soon!” You argue as he tears the towel from your body and throws it across the bed.

He doesn’t look affected by your plea as he stares up at you with playful eyes. Instead, he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls your throbbing core close to his lips.

He takes a deep breath and groans. “If you can’t be with me tonight, I wanna smell you while I’m gone.”

You pester again, but cave once his searing tongue touches your cunt. His strong hold on your hips forces you to sit down completely on his silvery bearded jaw. The soft yet prickly strands make your skin pebble as your hands fall to the mattress above his head.

His deft tongue grazes your slick opening, drawing teasing circles before slowly tracing up the slice of you. He swipes at your clit with taut flicks before sucking the hardened nub into his mouth and making your channel clench around nothing.

You fist the sheets and gasp when a curt smack lands on your ass. The shock of it forces your hips to shove against his face and grind your cunt harder onto his jaw. The two of you groan in unison and the deep vibrations from his chest add to the illicit sensation nestled in your core.

Your arousal gets the better of you and before you can think, you weave your hands into his freshly styled locks. Chris moans into your cunt as you tug helplessly at his hair, desperate for your orgasm to tear through you.

When the hard set gel registers in your grip, you open your eyes to the mess you’ve made of his delicate quaff.

“Shit! Chris, I’m so sorry!” Your face swelters as you try to shift your weight off his mouth, thoroughly embarrassed by your feral actions.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He questions while locking his arms ever tighter around your thighs.

“Chris, please, we need to stop.” You plead, shock written all over your face. “Your hair… the car will be here soon.” The tug of anxiety pulls heavy on your belly adding an extra weight of arousal even if you’re trying to stomp it out.

“You’re not leavin’ until you cum on my tongue.” He demands from beneath you with sharp eyes.

He lands another hearty smack on your ass, “Go on, grind that pretty pussy on my beard. I wanna taste your cum before I leave.”

You don’t say no to that.

His mouth is back on you, slotting his tongue between your inner folds and diving into the velvet warmth of you.

He fucks his tongue into your pussy with steady drives, licking every inch he can until your hands find his hair once more and you begin to meet his thrusts.

A ragged groan rumbles from his sternum and his nails leave indents in your skin as you writhe and rock on his face as you race to hit your peak before it’s too late.

His mustache grazes your clit with every grind onto his tongue and it sends wave after wave of unending bliss to course through you until your nerves start to sizzle.

He pulls away for a moment, nipping at one of your outer folds when you whine.

“Want cha’ to cream all over my face, Pretty girl. Mark me with your filthy cunt.” He orders before licking his slick stained lips. He suckles your abused, sensitive clit forcing a painful yelp from you before he shoves his tongue back in your sopping hole.

Your spine tingles with the telltale sign of an orgasm as you shove your pussy down faster onto his tongue. His fingers dig into your skin as your body begins to shake, holding you still as the rapture takes over.

Stars twinkle behind your lids as you explode around his tongue with a shout. Cream spills from your core, drowning his tongue and staining his beard.

You catch your breath, feeling the faint traces of fervid delight leave your system as Chris kisses your soft inner thigh before his impending departure.

A phone chimes and then begins to ring. Chris taps your hips and you flop onto the bed with an elated sigh as he drags the phone from his pocket and answers. His beard glistens with your shiny arousal as he talks to whoever was on the other end.

“Shit, yeah, I’ll be right out.” Chris says exasperatedly into his cell before hanging up. You grasp his chin and wipe his beard clean with your discarded towel just before he’s on his feet.

He hastily throws on a red bomber jacket, not caring about a shirt when his stops and stares at his disheveled reflection in the mirror. His hair was styled in every direction thanks to your wild fingers.

“Oh, Fuck. My hair!” He spins on the spot, laughing nervously and you see his mind racing before you spot the NASA cap on the bedside table.

“Here. Wear this.” You throw him the cap and he looks at you like you made the sun and stars. “Oh thank god.” He fixes the baseball cap over his messy locks with a crooked smile.

“I’ll be in and out. No one’ll suspect a thing.” He snickers before leaving down and giving you a quick kiss. You taste yourself on his lips and notice the faint smell of your slick on his beard just as he’s running out of the room.

“Well, besides your beard smelling like pussy!”

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sleeping-in-the-sky · 2 years ago

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Infinite Blue Headcanons - Kisses

What do you get when you take this IB ask and run wild with it? This. Infinite Blue LIs x Reader. No mentions of reader pronouns or gender. Also posted on Ao3 here.

Milo - Hands:

Milo likes holding your hand. It’s casual, non-obtrusive, yet intimate enough that he feels connected to you.

It’s become a habit for him to mindlessly stare at your intertwined hands, comparing the size of your fingers to his, taking note of whatever moles/bumps you may have on your skin.

You notice him doing this yet again during movie night, so you lift his hand to pepper kisses - on his fingertips, then his knuckles, then his wrist.

“What, are you trying to seduce me?”

Milo’s tone is deadpan, but you can tell he’s pleased.

As he uses his free hand to brush the hair out of your face, you can see that he’s wearing a faint smile.

Alexei - Cheek:

Alexei’s cheeks, like the rest of him, are soft. They have flecks of acne scars, like trophies won from stressful days at work, and pinching them between your fingers will usually garner a soft giggle from him, although if you do it too much he’ll squirm away.

It was probably a spur of a moment kind of thing - he was relaxing on the loveseat, doing research on the behavior of wild hamsters when out of nowhere his phone was plucked right out of his hands.

His expression is quizzical, but before he could ask what the matter was you cup his face in one hand, lean in and place a kiss on his other cheek.

When you pull away you’re greeted with a spellbound Alexei, cheeks rosy and looking up at you lips parted in surprise.

If you do it again he’ll nuzzle into your hand like a cat, warmth crawling up his skin.

Tobias - Chest:

Tobias has a tendency to sleep shirtless on hot summer nights. He likes the feeling of blankets and sheets against his bare skin, plus he knows his abs look good even while slumbering.

Not that you’re complaining.

Sunlight filters through the window and eases you awake, and it’s no surprise when you lift your eyelids to find yourself in Tobias’s embrace ‘cause that man clings onto you like a damn koala when he sleeps.

As you shift and move in his arms he starts to stir, and in a half-asleep state you turn to press your lips against his chest, close to his heart.

Partially coherent Tobias doesn’t have the brain cells to make any flirty remarks.

Instead, he breaks out into a sleepy soft grin and pulls you closer so he can kiss you properly to reciprocate.

“Morning, babe.”

I hope you didn’t have any plans for the day, cause you’re not leaving the bed for at least another hour.

Leo - Neck:

Leo loves PDA, so if you’re dating him you’ll have to get used to spontaneous kisses.

You two are holding hands? He’ll kiss your knuckles and joke about how he’s your Prince Leo. Is his arm slung over your shoulders? He’ll pull you in to plant one on your temple.

It’s kind of like how a dog automatically wags its tail whenever it’s happy- you being in close proximity triggers his physical affection switch.

So why not do it back?

The thought comes to you when he’s giving you a piggyback ride, and so you trace the skin at the base of his neck where there’s a faint tan line before kissing it.

Leo laughs. It’s an airy sound that’s music to your ears, light and warm like sunshine.

He’ll get back at you if you keep doing it, dropping you to the ground and chasing you around until he tackles you, both of you breathless and giggling.

Brooklyn - Jaw:

It’s become a sort of tradition for you two that on mornings where you both had an empty schedule, you would set the kettle on the stove, Brooklyn would select a vinyl to play on his vintage record player, and together you two would make breakfast.

On this particular morning, the sky gave blessings in the form of a pleasant rainfall and as you waited to make your tea Brooklyn took your hand and pulled you into a slow waltz.

Reaching up you draw circles against his cheek with your thumb and brush a kiss against his jawline.

You’re rewarded a bashful Brooklyn, face flushed as he pulls you in closer, rocking back and forth as classical music plays and raindrops tap against the glass in harmony.

Rory - Ears:

Rory’s interests of painting, cooking, and gardening don't allow for a lot of human interaction. If you have your own hobbies to tend to, he’s more than happy to exist in the same space, silence permeating the air as you two pursue your respective creative endeavors.

But he also wouldn’t mind if you were to hug him from behind and ask him what he’s doing. He’ll complain, saying that you’re distracting him, but he’s a damn simp and will make no move to push you away.

His entire neck and ear area is sensitive, pale and littered with light freckles which makes for a nice contrast to his bright red hair. Kiss the nape of his neck, then his hairline, and slowly make your way up.

As soon as your lips brush against that sensitive spot behind his ear, a shiver runs up his spine and he whirls around, his face an impressive shade of scarlet.

He can’t decide whether to snap at you or kiss you senseless.

For an even better reaction, gently bite his ear :)

#infinite blue #Rory #Tobias #Leo #Brooklyn #Milo #Alexei #headcanons #Rory x Reader #Tobias x Reader #Leo x Reader #Brooklyn x Reader #Milo x Reader #Alexei x Reader #Reader Insert

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beezhoney12 · 3 years ago

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Pro Hero!Shoto Todoroki X Bimbo!Reader

SFW Headcannons

i’m gonna make an NSFW one in like 30 minutes be prepared because i have like no shame 💀

You and Shoto are the complete opposite bf and gf dynamic. He loves you with all his heart but he has no idea how it started he has no idea how someone as serious and boring as him, got someone as Bubbly and cute as you.

you and him were in your second year of U.A when you met you were part of the general studies class assigned to shotos group for a school wide project, at first he found you a bit…concerning you were clumsy, dismissive, and couldn’t focus on a subject. But after spending one on one time with you he was head over heels he thought you were an actual angel 😭

He likes explaining things to you because you always tell him how cool he is for knowing that stuff also he finds it really funny to figure out how ur brain thinks

“so you’re telling me the bald man did not invent capitalism in america”

“yes my love jeff Bezos did not invent capitalism”

“then why does he have the bitcoin didnt he like make it”

“that’s not the same thing sweetheart” he said as he placed a kiss on ur forehead

He also loves watching you do like little fashion shows for him like you’ll come back from the mall to your shared home or apartment and walk in with like dozens of bags. “sho do you wanna see all the stuff i got” “of course let me make room”

He gets very excited and takes pictures of you trying on every outfit. He’ll do the same thing with your hair or makeup one time you asked him to curl your hair because your curler broke and he was so focused. and he loves making your sheet facemasks cold for you when you guys do skincare days

he is more then willing to do the facemasks with you and he even puts on one of those cute hair pieces and you take like a bunch of photos for your instagram 😻

When you have to go to like formal events with him he likes matching outfits with you like not so obvious matching but someone will probably connect the dots

When he’s like sitting down doing taxes or the mortgage you say you wanna help but he doesn’t want to frustrate you so he just lets you sit in his lap and watch him or once in a while read him some titles of things

you update his instagram for him because he never posts unless it’s pictures of you or you and him together

whenever you have to go run errand shoto always try’s to plan his days off to align with your errand days. he figured it’s better to accompany so you don’t get lonely (and so that he’s not so worried about you)

He figured out he needs to run errands with you one day after this guy at the car shop overpriced you for an oil change he showed up at the car shop after you told him about it and started yelling at the guy 😭

‘m sorry sho, should’ve known he was making me pay too much or something.” “no, no it’s not your fault baby i could never be mad at you for something like this, that bastard has no shame.” he said giving you a kiss

you guys have those subscriptions where they bring fresh food and recipes to your doorstep because you’re not good at doing things without really detailed instructions but y’all still need to eat so when shoto can cook he does but sometimes he’s super busy at work so you end up doing one of the recipes the subscription gives you

if you guys have any dogs or cats and they cause trouble you’re probably the one that gets them out of trouble with shoto every time. “no baby no don’t put him in his crate he didn’t mean it he’s just a puppy” you say to shoto while struggling to hold your dog in your arms. “it was just an accident right bubs it’s just an accident? say sorry daddy” you say speaking to your dog while kissing him on his lil head.

shoto gets very jealous if you have pets together 😭 you’re just a very loving person but he wants that only for him.

you try to have conversations with him on current events without sounding completely stupid and he really appreciates that you try but he finds the conversations more cute then philosophical or analytical especially when you try to pronounce big words the article said

tag list <3: @witchbettie

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loversindevildom · 3 years ago

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hello! I'm not that anon but thank you for the other period-related hcs, if it's okay, may I ask for the brothers' reactions to an MC who doesn't have painful ones, but bleeds A Lot and is terrified of getting communal/the brothers' stuff dirty? people with monster uteruses unite

((Definitely!! Currently on my period while writing this and felt it-

((Also would you look at that, the me is posting again-

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The boys x MC with heavy flow

Lucifer

It all began when one of your worst nightmares came true.

You woke up early in the morning having bled all over his sheets.

You were panicking. Badly.

Lucifer was still sound asleep on his side of the bed, having noticed nothing.

Without thinking, you immediately get out of bed and go fast towards the wardrobe to grab some sheets.

You had no idea how you were going to change them without waking Lucifer up but one step at a time.

But he was already awake as soon as he felt you get off the bed. "MC?" He mumbled your name quietly before opening his eyes.

You wished a hole could open underneath your feet and the earth would swallow you. You also happened to be wearing white pijamas and so the blood was obvious all over you.

Lucifer had just woken up and was not thinking straight so his first thought was that someone attacked you or that another demon attempted to eat you and immediately rushed to you and pulled you in his arms. "Who?"

"what?"

"Who hurt you?"

"no one... I'm so sorry!!" You cried in dispair and that's when Lucifer started understanding what was going on.

"It's your menstruation? I thought someone attacked you... It's alright. I'll go fill in the bath for you."

Thankfully you changed the sheets before he realized you got them dirty.

Or so you thought. In reality he had noticed but didn't want to embarass you.

Mammon

He knew you were on your period.

You had told him the moment it came.

But it didn't matter to him much. He didn't know many things about it, only that you're in pain.

"Hey, come on, sit with me." He patted the couch beside him in his room.

He knew you were hurting and he wanted to cuddle you and watch some movies with you and spoil you with chocolate he stole from Beel.

When you shook your head in return, his heart shattered. "I'm not really in that mood."

"B-But! It's your favourite!"

"I'll just go to sleep."

"We can sleep together here."

You sighed and he felt the world twist. You didn't want him anymore? That's it? It was over?

"What did I do?"

"nothing! I just don't want to get blood all over your couch!"

"Ohh..." He felt relieved. That was all. Truth be told, this couch was pretty expensive but you were worth ten times that couch...

"Don't you wear that pad thing you talked about?" After you nodded he added. "Then it's fine. Get your stupid pretty human ass here now. You don't wanna miss the beginning."

Leviathan

He wanted you two to cosplay today.

You had been planning to go to that convention for months.

The day had arrived and he had excitedly changed into his costume only for you to come out and say you're not going.

And he's ???? So confused ????

He thought you wanted this as much as he did.

Did you fake your interest?

"look, Levi, I'm sorry. I was really looking forward to the con but I got my period today."

Ohhhhhhh it was because of that thing. That was a relief.

"it's fine! The con is a week long, we'll go by the end of it. And we can wear the costumes inside and cuddle!"

The idea horrified you.

"NO!" The costumes were amazing and Levi had paid of them. You couldn't ruin it.

"why?" He was confused again.

"I'll get blood all over it. I always get things dirty. You should keep me away from your stuff." After all you knew how much he valued his merch.

Leviathan rolled his eyes and walked over to you. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him. He wrapped a TSL blanket over you and proceeded to play games with you all night.

After all, you were more valuable than all these together.

Satan

You two had visited Devildom's public library to get a book he had ordered for you.

He had seen how fascinated you were as soon as you heard it came out and immediately ordered it for you.

You were looking around the shelves with him while the staff was going to bring you your book when you felt an intense pain on your lower parts.

Looking down you realized blood was leaking everywhere.

Panicking, not sure what to do you hid behind a bookshelf.

Satan panicked as soon as he realized you were gone.

What if another demon had fetched you and eaten you?

"MC?" He called out your name. Once, twice, thrice...

"Here..." You said in embarrassement. You had the idea of using a jacket to cover the mess in your pants. But you had accidentally grabbed his...

When he finds you he was relieved. "There you are, I was worried..." Then he scanned you. "My jacket looks good on you."

You weren't sure how to tell him, so you continued and went all the day back to the house of Lamentation when you immediately put it in the washing machine.

Of course, he had noticed. You had been dripping on the floor.

But being aware this was a normal thing, he decided not to embarass you and make a big deal out of it.

Asmodeus

You were screwed.

You were seriously screwed and not in the good way.

This had been a lesson to you to always keep in mind when your period was coming.

Because the one time you had forgotten, you had wore Asmo's clothes to sleep.

He told you you could use them whenever you wanted.

It made him very happy to see you wearing his clothes and it made you feel very comfortable so why not?

This was the reason not to.

Because waking up that morning, you had gotten blood all over his clothes.

"Shit."

Your exclaim and panic woke him up, but he was too focused on your face to notice the blood at first.

"What happened, my love? Are you okay?"

"I'm so sorry, Asmo!!"

It took him a few seconds but then he realized exactly what you were talking about. He took a deep breath. This was a disaster, but you didn't do it on purpose.

"It's fine. It's your time of the month? Come on we should get you changed. Wanna run a bath together? I can give you a massage too." He winked as he got up to get the water running. He prefered to focus on you than his ruined clothing.

And this, my friends, is called love.

Beelzebub

You were always careful when it was your time of the month not to get anything dirty. Always.

However, the unfortunate day had arrived.

You were in his bed, playing on your DDD while Beel was picking up some food from the kitchen.

And then it happened. The major pain. And you realized you had been bleeding all over his sheets. You should change them before Beel-

Speak of the devil....

Beel walked in happily and let the food down on the tray next to the bed. As he leaned down to put them there he noticed the blood and frowned.

You were scared you had disgusted him.

"are you hurting too badly? I'll bring you some medicine."

Cause he's that sweet.

Diavolo

Yes I will say this every single time I write about this one;

He's busy.

So even if you do get blood in his stuff you'll certainly have time to clean it.

However, fate isn't very nice...

When Diavolo is in his study, he likes to work with you sitting on his lap.

When you felt the sharp pain in your stomach you immediately jumped off his lap and fell on the floor.

"MC? What happened!? Are you okay?" He asked worrily.

You didn't answer him, instead you run towards the bathroom.

Yes, you didn't get anything on him but it was big a jumpscare itself.

Diavolo knocked on your door once. "Dear? What happened?"

"nothing! It's fine, my period just came!"

He was silent for a bit. You thought he left but as soon as you opened the door he was standing right there and he hugged you. "I see... Come on, let's go back. I promise we'll cuddle when Im done."

"I'll get blood all over you!" You argued back.

In response he picked you up and walked back to his chair where he made you sit on him again.

Simeon

Simeon is such a sweetheart.

He probably has already noted your circle on his calendar.

He remembers when it's that time of the month always.

Usually, so do you.

Usually.

You had miscalculated this time. You thought it was due for next week and so you had wore a nice white dress for your date with Simeon.

He wasn't sure what to say. He thought you looked gorgeous in that one but...

"Sweetheart, are you sure? I love the way the dress looks at you but I don't want you to feel bad if it gets dirty."

You were so confused. "What?"

"You said you avoid wearing white when it's that time of the month... Unless you're late? Oh my lord, are you late?" His eyes were shining and that's when you realized what he meant.

"shit! No I am not! Wait here!" You rushed back into your room to get changed and indeed found blood between your legs.

You couldn't find yourself feeling bad tho.

All you could thinking about was the way Simeon's eyes had shined at the thought of being a father.

Solomon

As a human like yourself, he treats it much more normal than the others do.

He doesn't treat you any different then really, unless you're in pain.

Then you're getting backrubs.

You were sitting on the couch with him and he was telling you a story about how he first formed a pact.

When he was finished you felt the need to go to the bathroom.

Then you noticed the red stain in your pants.

Shit that was a lot of blood. Had you gotten it on the chair too?

Thankfully, when you returned it was gone.

And thankfully, Solomon knew magic to clean it quicker.

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dokifluffs · 3 years ago

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Switched | Suna Rintarou

Pairing: Suna X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: fox! cuteeee flufff tehe

Author’s Note: @utskushiwaarudo once said “what if READER is the baby fox and inarizaki (or only one to two of them) is being domestic and taking care of them and they’re like omg y/n careful not to spill the food *napkin wipe*” so here I am months later ah ha ha

Gif from @rivaillerose 💛

Dark storm clouds gathered all over the sky, not letting a single ray of sunlight in on what could’ve been what of the most beautiful days of the year

Suna laid on his stomach, his back slowly rising and falling, arms curled beneath the pillow his face was nuzzled into

He woke from his deep slumber when a loud boom sounded through the sky, making the ground vibrate

The blanket slid down his body, sliding off to reveal his toned bare back as he rose from the deep slumber he was immersed in

Your own mind began to pick up in activity as you felt the bed ship as Suna woke

Then it occurred to you how last night was the full moon

Today would be the day Suna would be in his little fox form, and it was honestly one of your favorite days of the month since he was especially cuddly

The way he would nuzzle into your lap as he slept all day

“Huh? How am I still-“ Suna looked at his very human hands, his brown hair disheveled from sleep until he saw you move as you woke

“Oh god…” Suna’s eyes went wide as he stared at you

Your body was as small as a newborn baby as you stretched sleepily, your bushy tail lazily wagging side to side, which he assumed you didn’t notice since you looked up to him with a fondness he normally woke up to

“Y/N… Don’t freak out..” His voice was low but you were more confused, especially how he scooped you into your arms, bringing you to the bathroom

Bright sunlight shined in through the skylight as he held you in his arms, standing the two of you in front of the mirror

You looked up to him numerous times as his eyes stayed on you through the mirror

Your pointed ears, dark brown fur that matched Suna’s hair, a bushy tail dangling over his elbow

You couldn’t believe your eyes as you panicked, swarming rapidly in his arms

You couldn’t even look at yourself in disbelief

“No, no, no, why- how?” You thought as you whined as you moved frantically in his arms, he was losing control

“Y/N, wait, you’re gonna- fall…” He winced hearing your loud cry as your body fell from his arms onto the cold tiled ground, scratches littering his bare arms and torso

A sore, aching pain waved through your body as your heart pounded rapidly in your, now little, chest

You had never been a fox before, and he still couldn’t wrap his head around as to why this happened, but you were uncoordinated with your body

Suna recalled the numerous stories and memories of his childhood when he first changed

His legs wobbled

He didn’t know what to do with his tail

He didn’t know how to do anything and all he could do was watch as his being was in a fox’s body and it was after a year

And now this was happening to you

But you were so shaken up, Suna’s heart dropped seeing the fear in your eyes

“Y/N, calm- Stop you’re going to hurt yourself,” He raised his voice higher as you whined, your feet slipping over the tiled floor as you tried to run away as if running could bring your body back to normal

“Don’t move, I got you, alright?” He knelt down, the sun shining from behind his body through the window, he seemed so ethereal through your eyes as he inched his way closer to you

You were shaking, back arched, tail curled in between your legs, claws sliding over the tiled floor as Suna spoke to you

It was so weird since you could understand him yet he couldn’t understand you

“I’m going to pick you up okay?”

You took deep breaths as your heart pounded in your chest

He carefully lifted you into his arms as a puppy, your nails just digging into his arms slightly out of fear but it wasn’t a pain he couldn’t handle

You whimpered as he brought you back to bed, sitting you carefully in his lap as he sat with his legs crossed

“You’ve been the one taking care of me for years whenever I had to change, so now it’s my turn. You’re going to be okay, alright? I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promised as you looked up to him

The way you looked at him pulled at his heart

You were too adorable in this form

Your ears back, eyes wide and glistening and watering

“Don’t cry, Y/N,” he cracked a rare smile as he pat your head, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears that had formed in your eyes

“You’ll be alright,” he leaned down, mumbling to your warm, fuzzy head, a rare gesture from Suna since he had always been one to internalize his thoughts and emotions

Rarely one to be the one to show his affection first, only sometimes in private, yet he did it right now as easy as breathing

“I got you,” Suna mumbled

Your heart melted at his words as you whimpered his love

You couldn’t tell if it was now that you were in this new fox form or what but you couldn’t help but let your heart melt at Suna

He sat you on the corner of the bed where you could still see him as he brushed his teeth and washed his face, finally putting a shirt on afterward

You felt so stiff as you sat there, not wanting to move, not wanting to rip the sheets or to fall or anything

You didn’t want to do anything except switch back to normal

After getting dressed and ready for the day, Suna lifted you into his arms like a child as he stroked his hand down your back side

“Is this what it feels like?” You thought to yourself as you let out a sigh, relaxing against his arms and touch, your muscles following his touch as you melted

“it feels so... good, no wonder he falls asleep so fast when I do it,” you yawned, your tongue automatically licking your own nose after you did so, something you’ve always seen other animals, and Suna, do and now that it was your turn, it felt so strangely natural

He carried you down the stairs in his arms as the rain bounced off the glass of the skylight that illuminated the stairwell just enough for the stairs to be visible

You could sort of feel suna’s skin but all you could really feel was a thin constant layer of warmth, and warmer areas where his body was pressed to you

“I’ll make breakfast,” he said as he stood in the entrance to the kitchen, humming to himself in thought

“where can I put them...” Suna stood there for almost a whole minute as you just stayed still in his arms, not knowing what to do since you couldn’t really do anything anyways

even moving around in his grasp was nerve wracking

you did not need to fall or break anything or hurt yourself

And suna knew this too as he thought

you were more than capable of being by yourself since you could handle yourself but he also wanted to keep an eye on you while he was in the kitchen but leaving you on the floor would be dirty and cold

but leaving you on a chair would be scary if you were to fall and hurt yourself

“Y/N, I’m going to leave you on the couch and then I’ll bring it over when it’s all ready, alright?”

He turned back, headed toward the living room toward the couches

He leaned over, reaching his arms to put you down

“It’s okay, you won’t hurt yourself at this height,” he smiled as your paws wrapped around his forearms, tail curling around as well. “I got you.”

You slowly let go, trusting Suna as he set you down onto the plush cushion

“You’re gonna be alright,” he patted your head as you sat on the couch

It felt so weird

like, you had control over your legs and arms like normal but sitting and standing and walking, it all felt so strange yet natural at the same time

And this was what Suna and the other inariaki team went through once a month

Suna stood in the kitchen, thinking about what he could possibly make with his skills

but now that he actually thought about it, it was always you who really fed him aside from Osamu

All he could think of to do was the standard cereal with milk

Suna wasn’t as skilled as you to do fancy things like make eggs and pancakes and such

He carried over two bowls of cereal with milm over to the living room, setting one on the coffee table that was just tall enough to be the same level as the couch cushion you were on

He sat besides you as he ate a big of his cereal before setting his bowl down and watched you

“How am I supposed to eat this?” You pondered as you stared at the cereal before you

You licked up the milk like a cat but you wanted the actual cereal before it got too soggy

You obviously couldn’t use your spoon

you ended up sticking your.. snout.. into the bowl, the cold milk stinging your nose but you were able to eat the cereal

it was good and even your tail wagged but it wasn;t the cleanest

“careful, Y/N,” Suna laughed as he plucked a few tissues, wiping your chin as well as the spilt milk around the bowl

Suna did as he said he would and watched you for the rest of the day, taking care of you

although he did have to call osamu on how to make some things but aside from that, it was fine

it was a very new experience for the both of you

but it showed you such a new side of Suna he never really expressed before

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snelbz · 3 years ago

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Life As We Know It {Chapter 21}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Occasional surprise chapters could be posted at miscellaneous times. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara’s blogs! >> @tacmc.

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Before Nesta even opened her eyes, she knew that she’d gotten some of the best sleep she’d had in months. She knew it was early, since Nyx hadn’t even woken them up for his morning bottle yet. Sighing comfortably, she settled deeper into her pillows, the weight of a heavy arm slung over her waist, pulling her in close.

With sudden clarity, she remembered the events of the night before. She remembered the damn kiss that had started it all. She remembered the orgasms Cassian had given her over and over. She remembered seeing something shining in his eyes that had nothing to do with lust or sex.

She was sure it was reflected in her own, but couldn’t work up the nerve to let herself think about what they’d done last night, what it may have implied. What lines they may have crossed.

And the fact that she really didn’t give a damn.

Nesta couldn’t remember the last time she was this happy, and as much as she tried to pretend it wasn’t thanks to the man sleeping soundly behind her, in her bed, she couldn’t lie to herself.

So she gently rolled over, careful not to wake him, and took in his sleeping face.

It was kind of funny.

Nesta had known Cassian for a while, for five years, and before that in passing, considering Feyre and Rhysand’s relationship. She had watched him age, had watched him grow from a young man into the man that had taken her the night before, but looking at him now…

There was an innocence about him when he slept.

He snored, quietly, completely unaware that she was awake, that she was watching him.

He was cute.

So, so cute.

If he awoke at that very moment and saw her watching him sleep, she would have surely been mortified, but she couldn’t bring herself to care, she couldn’t look away.

Memories from the night before flashed through her mind, and it only made her that much happier. She couldn’t remember the last time she had fallen asleep in a man’s arms, but with Cassian, she had fallen asleep peacefully, nearly instantly, and slept amazingly.

There was something about Cassian that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but she knew that she liked it.

She dared to gently brush a kiss over his cheek, before carefully climbing out of bed, his heavy arm making that a much harder endeavor than she was expecting. But he slept on soundly, not even stirring as she slipped from beneath the sheets and hurried into her closet. She wasn’t embarrassed by her nakedness, not after everything that had happened last night, but she knew that if he caught her naked, they were likely to take far longer getting downstairs to start their morning.

Not that she would have minded, but she was pretty sure neglecting Nyx was not a good enough reason for sex.

No, she’d enjoy him again later, as thoroughly as he’d enjoyed her last night, if he was willing. And she had no doubt that he would be.

Tying her robe around her waist, Nesta slipped from the closet into her room, glancing to make sure Cassian was still fast asleep. His snore confirmed he was.

Her chuckle was quiet as she entered the hall, sneaking down a few doors and opening Nyx’s. He was still asleep, as well, and with a smile, Nesta cracked his door and quietly padded down the stairs.

The kitchen was still a mess, his half-smashed cake on the counter and their clothes strewn around the room. Blushing, she picked them up one by one and tossed them into the laundry room, before making Nyx a bottle and starting on some scrambled eggs for his breakfast.

She could hardly focus. She was constantly thinking about the man upstairs, still sleeping soundly in her bed. Mixing a little cheese into the eggs, she stirred the eggs up in the pan before dumping them directly onto Nyx’s high chair tray.

Last time they’d slept together, Cassian had made her breakfast and then they’d both agreed it would never happen again. Regardless of the fact that it very much had happened again, Nesta didn’t like the sinking feeling she felt in her heart when she thought about having to agree to that once more.

Staring at the ingredients she’d pulled out of the fridge, Nesta sighed and braced her hands on the counter in front of her.

She wasn’t sure when it had happened, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that she had feelings for Cassian anymore. At some point, he’d gone from being a pain in her ass to the favorite part of her day. And that terrified her.

Letting him continue to sleep, she crept upstairs and gently woke Nyx up before he could start screaming, and carried him down to the kitchen, his sleepy head resting on her shoulder. He rubbed his eyes as she put him in his high chair, handing him the bottle, and she started working on their breakfast.

The entire time he ate, Nyx watched Nesta curiously, as if he knew something was up.

Maybe it was just her paranoia. Then again, he was Feyre and Rhysand’s kid and they were always snooping into Cassian and Nesta’s business.

Feyre and Rhysand.

Nesta bet they were pretty damn proud of themselves at the moment.

She heard him moving around upstairs and her heart began to beat a little bit faster. This was it, the moment of truth.

She cursed, all the while Nyx kept watching her as he stuffed his mouth with scrambled eggs.

Making herself busy at the stove, she quickly dropped some bacon into the hot skillet, sizzling filling the kitchen. Within seconds, a few pieces of bread were in the toaster, and she was rummaging through the refrigerator for the blackberry jam she knew he preferred.

Nyx’s babbling announced his arrival, and she turned to find Cassian standing behind his high chair, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips. He picked up a small clump of eggs and popped it into his mouth, and Nyx angrily began talking at him, though the made up words were unintelligible.

“He doesn’t like to share,” she said, closing the fridge door with a hip.

Cassian grinned. “Desperate times call for desperate measures. I worked up an appetite last night.”

Nesta’s cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. “Is that so?”

Cassian nodded and walked toward her, slowly. Nesta remained still until he was standing just in front of her. “I have to confess that I was hoping you’d be there when I woke up this morning.”

Nesta stepped closer to him. “Breakfast and the baby called.”

Cassian scoffed and muttered, “Priorities.”

Nesta laughed quietly, but the sound was muffled by Cassian’s lips against hers.

It was almost instinct to lean into him, to smile against his lips. When she pulled back just a hair, his hazel eyes were bright. She whispered, “Good morning.”

“Morning,” he breathed, his mouth still so close to hers.

She blushed, even though she couldn’t figure out why and turned to the stove. “I…wasn’t sure what to expect this morning.”

Cassian hesitated. “What did you think I’d do?”

Nesta sighed, scratching her head. “I don’t know. I thought you might act like it never happened. Or, you’d say it was only a one time thing like last time.”

Cassian cocked his head to the side. “Last time I didn’t sleep in your bed.”

“And that changes things?” Nesta asked, quietly.

“Last night changed things,” Cassian replied, brushing her hair back out of her face. “At least, for me it did.”

“Me too,” Nesta replied, without any hesitation.

Cassian’s eyes softened. “Nesta, I-.”

“NANANANANANANANA!”

They both spun around, where Nyx was watching them with the most precious of pissed off expressions. His tray was empty, practically licked clean, and Nyx was not having it.

Cassian chuckled as he took a banana out of the fruit basket and peeled it before cutting it up into slices. “He’s awfully full of it this morning, isn’t he?”

“I think he knows,” she said, rolling her eyes as she flipped the bacon. “Not specifically what happened, but he knows something is…different between us.”

He paused his cutting and turned back to her, pausing with a hip resting on the counter. “Good different or bad different?”

“Good different,” she said, smiling. She cracked a few eggs into a bowl and mixed them up with some milk. “Definitely good different.”

For a moment, Cassian didn’t say anything, but when she turned he was grinning. “Really good different?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Shut up.” She turned back around. “But yes.”

“Good,” he breathed, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “What’ve you got going on today?”

“Work,” she said. “Seeing how the bar renovation is going. Looks like you’ll have to hire your replacement soon with how quickly everything is moving.”

Cassian groaned. “That’s the part I’m looking towards the least. I hate interviews. I hate being in them, I hate giving them, they’re awful.”

“But the sooner you give them, the sooner you leave that bar and come work at mine,” she crooned.

“Yours?” he repeated, offended.

Nesta snorted. “Ours.”

He and Kallias had both given their notice to the owner of the dive bar they worked in. He wasn’t thrilled, but he had always been a gruff bastard. He’d informed Cassian he wasn’t going anywhere until he’d hired not only his replacement, but Kal’s, as well.

“Speaking of,” he sighed, glancing at the clock. “I’ve got one scheduled for eleven-thirty. What time are you going to the restaurant?”

She poured the egg mixture into the skillet she’d cooked the crispy bacon in moments before and began laying the bacon on the toast she’d made. “Whenever,” she shrugged. “Helion is opening today. What time can Viviane be here?”

“Ten. I’m not working a shift today, so after the interview I can either come back here and give her the rest of the day off, or I can come to the restaurant.”

Nesta chewed slowly as she thought about it. “I wouldn’t mind if you came to the restaurant.”

“Then that’s what I’ll do,” Cassian said, placing the cut-up banana in front of a cranky Nyx. “And you, little man, better be good for Viv today. Because you’re grumpy.”

In response, Nyx spit out the piece of banana he had put in his mouth and smushed up the rest on his tray.

After scarfing down the breakfast that Nesta had made, and making a show of thanking her for it, Cassian was cleaning up the kitchen then hurrying upstairs to shower. Nesta was left cleaning up a fussy, banana-covered Nyx.

“I don’t even think you wanted to eat the banana, kiddo,” she muttered, cleaning off his tray, before wiping him down with an ungodly amount of baby wipes. “I think it was just to play in.”

He had plenty to say about that, just nothing Nesta could understand.

A few minutes later, freshly showered and dressed Cassian came downstairs, where Nyx was playing on the living room floor. She was up the stairs a minute later, hurrying to take her own shower. After an hour, she returned, purse and keys in hand. “I’m going to go ahead and head to the restaurant. I’ll see you in a little while?”

He nodded and as she made for the door, Cassian stood, catching her by the elbow and tugging her back to him. She stumbled a step, but he crushed her to his chest and pressed a kiss to her lips. When he pulled back, they were both grinning like fools. “I’ll see you in a little while,” he repeated.

“Okay.” She was backing towards the door, that smile looking like it was a permanent fixture on her face, before slipping out and leaving he and Nyx alone.

Who was watching him again, looking so much like Rhysand with that little eyebrow raised.

Cassian couldn’t help but snort and say, “This is your fault you know.”

A few hours later, right after Nyx had gone down for his mid- morning nap, Cassian heard a knock on the front door. Opening the door, Viviane rushed in. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” she said, shaking her head.

Cass glanced at the clock on the mantle. “It’s barely ten-fifteen,” he chuckled. “No big deal, you’re fine.”

She nodded. “Sorry, just— It’s been a crazy morning.”

“Everything okay?” Cassian asked. Viv was usually steady, so sure of everything she did or said.

“Yeah,” she replied, waving off his question. “I’m fine. Ran into my ex at the coffee shop and— Ugh, ignore me. Don’t worry about it. Is Nyx down for his nap?”

“Yeah, he’s been out for about fifteen minutes. He had a pretty big breakfast, so I doubt he’ll be too hungry when he wakes up.” Cassian gnawed on his lip for a second debating on whether he should ask what was on his mind. After considering how well throwing caution to this wind has worked for him last night, he decided why the hell not. “Does that mean you’re single? Since you bumped into your ex?”

Viviane froze and blinked. “Yes, but I don’t date my employers—”

“No, no,” he quickly said, holding his hands out in placation. “It’s not me. It’s a friend of mine and I think you two might hit it off.”

Viviane raised a brow. “A friend, huh?”

“Guy I’ve worked with for years,” Cassian went on. “Great guy, in fact. You’ll enjoy yourself, guaranteed.”

“Guaranteed?” Viviane chuckled. “Well, I can’t say no to that, can I?”

Cassian grinned. “No, you can’t, and neither can he. Tomorrow night, you free?”

“I suppose I am, if my boss is giving me the night off,” she laughed.

“He is, and it’ll be great, we’ll all go out,” Cassian said. “You and Kal, and me and Nesta.”

“Kal,” she said, the shortened name rolling off her tongue. “Yeah, alright. That sounds fun.”

“Perfect,” Cassian said, patting her on the shoulder as he swept past her. “I’ve got to get going, but we should be home around five or so. Call if you need anything.”

Viviane chuckled. “You say that every time, and have I ever called?”

“It’s a habit!” he called, as he hurried out the door.

When he got to the bar, Kallias had everything under control, which meant Cassian was taking a table in the far corner, waiting for his interviewee to arrive.

Sadly, this wasn’t the interview to replace his own job. That was proving to be far more tedious than he was expecting. But an hour later, after shaking the young man’s hand, Cassian let out a sigh of relief as he left.

“And how’d that go?” Kallias asked, wiping down a few glasses that were drying atop the bar.

“Well, your position is officially filled,” he replied, sitting across from him at the bar. “So congratulations.”

“Cheers,” he chuckled, raising the empty glass towards Cassian. “When are we celebrating?”

“Tomorrow night, actually,” Cassian said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Kal snorted. “Seriously? I was kidding.”

“I’m not,” Cassian replied, shrugging. “We’re going out tomorrow night. You, me, Nesta, and Viviane.”

Kallias blinked. “The hot nanny?”

Cassian grinned. “Yeah.”

Kallias looked at Cassian suspiciously. “I thought you were kidding when you said you were setting us up.”

“Oh, I never kid about love,” Cassian said, winking.

Kallias raised a brow. “Love? Who the hell are you?”

Cassian filled his glass and took a gulp of beer. “Just meet us at Rita’s at eight tomorrow.”

Kallilas continued to stare at him for a long while. “You slept with her again, didn’t you?”

Cassian’s grin widened. “Tomorrow. Rita’s. Eight.”

And with that, he chugged his beer and left.

The next night, Cassian and Nesta dropped Nyx off at Elain’s before making their way to Rita’s.

“Our first date,” Cassian crooned, reaching his hand across the car to Nesta’s.

She took it fondly. “Our first date? After all we’ve been through, do we even qualify for a first date?”

“Why?” Cassian scoffed. “Just because we’ve been sleeping together and living with each other and raising a kid together?” He snorted. “Of course, we deserve a first date.”

Nesta rolled her eyes but did not protest.

Cassian had slept in her bed last night after another night of lovemaking. Even though it didn’t seem possible, it got better with each time. The more they got to know each other’s bodies, the more familiar with one another they became, the more they became one in intimacy, the more amazing it was.

“You look amazing tonight,” Cassian said, quietly. “In case I haven’t told you that yet tonight.”

He had.

Multiple times.

But, Nesta couldn’t blame him. She did look amazing in her navy blue dress and her blush heels. She looked over at Cassian, in his jeans and button down shirt.

Coincidentally, it wasn’t much different than what he had worn on their actual first date five years before. She chuckled, and he looked over at her, brow raised.

“This is actually our second date,” she said.

Cassian shook his head, amused, before looking back out the window as he turned into the parking lot. “Well, hopefully this date goes better than that one did.”

Nesta agreed.

As soon as Cassian opened Nesta’s door, they spotted Viviane pulling into the parking lot. They knew she was a pretty girl, but she usually showed up to work with a ponytail, jeans, and a t-shirt. Now, she had really dressed to impress.

Cassian whistled as she got out of her car and Vivane blushed as Nesta’ jabbed him in the ribs.

“You look beautiful,” Nesta told Vivane.

“Thanks,” she said, and Nesta could tell the nanny was a little nervous, a little uncomfortable.

“I see Kal’s truck,” Cassian said, gesturing for the women to follow. “I guess he’s already inside.”

Indeed he was and he’d already gotten a table for the four of them and was working on a pitcher of a beer.

“Hey, man,” Cassian greeted him as Kallias stood and shook his hand. “This is Nesta,” he said, placing a hand on her back.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” she said, reaching for his hand as well. They shook hands and Kallias smiled.

“You, too,” he replied. “I guess I should call you boss now, huh?”

“No, no, no,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Please don’t.”

“And this,” Cassian interrupted, rolling his eyes at the two of them, “is Viviane.”

As if he somehow hadn’t noticed the blond beauty behind Cassian until this moment, Kallias looked up at her and blinked. He was about to make some sort of hot nanny joke when Kallias breathed, “Viv?”

She was looking at him with the same dumbfounded look Kallias had on his face. “Kallias… Hey.”

Cassian and Nesta looked between the two, then at each other, and after a moment, Nesta asked, “You two know each other?”

Kallias still looked like he was trying to figure out what planet he was on, so Viviane answered, “We were…childhood friends. But my family moved to Velaris when I started middle school.” She shook her head, but she had been looking at Kallias the whole time. “I had no idea you were in Velaris.”

He finally remembered to speak, though Cassian was beginning to wonder if he’d need to answer for him. “I came out here for college. Loved the city and decided to stay.”

“College?” Viviane repeated. “You’re telling me that you’ve been here since your freshman year, and you’ve never called?”

Kallias chuckled. “I didn’t even know you still lived here!”

“Hmm,” Viviane said, taking a seat across from him. “Well, what a small world, hmm?”

“Yeah,” Kallias repeated, “small world.”

Cassian took a seat by Kallias and Nesta sat across from them as they went a little bit more in depth into their long lost friendship. Apparently they had grown up in the same neighborhood and had always gone to the same elementary school. Kallias was a year older than Viviane, but when he went into the seventh grade and Viviane was going into sixth, her family moved to Velaris for her father’s work.

They had never talked again after that. Their friendship was nothing more than a simple, joyful memory.

Seeing them now, Nesta thought, she just knew the two of them had gotten into trouble when they were little. Between their jokes and sly looks at one another, and the obvious chemistry, they had surely been up to no good and gave both sets of parents a run for their money.

“I’m going to the bar,” Cassian announced, looking at Nesta. “Care to join?”

Nesta had a feeling that it was less about going to the bar and more about giving the newfound couple beside them a few minutes alone. She nodded, and took his hand as they walked toward the bar on the other side of the room.

“They’re cute together,” Nesta said, sitting on a barstool.

Cassian sat on the one next to her. “Oh, I know. You know, I’ve gotta say, I feel pretty damn accomplished right now. I definitely made this happen.”

Nesta couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, even as she leaned into his embrace. She wanted nothing more than to poke fun at him, to mess with him about his unexpected matchmaking skills, but as she looked at the two happy people laughing at the table across the bar, she couldn’t help but wonder if that’s the gift that Rhysand and Feyre had tried to give them all those years ago.

Even now, Nesta’s chest tightened as she smiled, so thankful for her meddling, baby sister.

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spideyspeaches · 4 years ago

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Peter Parker x popular!reader and they just start dating and Peter is really nervous around her and gets flustered whenever she’s close so to calm Peter you tell him it’s okay to touch u and maybe a give him a bj

A/N: sjjfkf thanks for sending so many prompts love you 😘😘 hope you like this eheh I don't like it very much ✌ beta read by @parkerpeter24 :)

Warnings: smut :) (characters are 18)

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Wc: 1.9k

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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Girlfriend ↬ p.p

Peter Parker was the kind of guy who would get easily flustered if he was to talk to a girl, or any human as a matter of fact.

So it came off as a big shock to the Avengers when they found out that he, the shy nerdy Peter Parker, had a girlfriend at all.

They were all having a family dinner (something about bonding, Tony had said), when you called him, interrupting him from some Spidey adventure story he was reciting.

"Sorry guys, gotta take this," He said, phone smushed between his cheek and shoulder, fork halfway through his mouth, "uh, hey babe, what happened? Everything okay?"

Bucky and Steve were the first one to break out of their shocked stares as Peter called someone "babe" on the phone.

Surely you don't call your friend babe, right?

"Peter! Thank God you picked up, can you come over right now?" You said on the phone.

"Uh actually, I'm having dinner, is it okay if I come over in an hour or so?" He said, ignoring the shouted whispers about a brewing conspiracy of who could it be on the phone in the background.

"Okay, but don't forget like last time! I'm actually calling you to help me out with our chem lab manual-"

"-didn't we do it during homeroom yesterday?"

"Yeah but I need help with this one experiment, please Petey? I really need your help with this." You whine, hoping that he would catch your drift. But he didn't apparently, because he sighed, looking over his shoulders to see the Avengers with perked up ears, and replied;

"Okay fine. I'll be there in an hour Okay? Bye." He said and hung up, pocketing his phone and making his way to the dining room, only to be assaulted by a hundred and one questions.

"Peter who was that-"

"You've been keeping secrets from your father figure now-"

"Hope you're being safe, if you know what I mean-"

"Kids these days." (That was from Steve)

"Guys stop! One by one please!" Peter shouted, holding his hands to his ears, frowning as he glared at them, "why are you all asking these questions?"

"Because kid, if I'm being honest, we don't believe that you have a girlfriend, so spill the beans." Tony sighed, holding his cheek with his elbow on the table.

"Okay ouch. Why is it so hard to believe have a girlfriend?! I'm hot." Peter pouted, crossing his arms to try and look intimidating.

"Because you're you! You're shy nerdy Peter!" Tony said, gesturing at others to back him up.

"I mean, he's not that bad. Quite a charmer." Natasha smirked, sending him a look, which quite frankly, terrified and impressed Peter at the same time.

"Yeah, yeah totally."

"I believe you kid. Are we gonna meet her soon?" Tony rolled his eyes, smiling when he blushed red.

"If she's okay with it." He said, intertwining his fingers.

"Well I hope she is, cause I want to meet the girl who stole my kid's heart."

"Mr. Staaaark!"

***

Leaving the tower had been a difficult feat, with the constant questions and a snarky comment or two, especially when they found out that you were a cheerleader.

Rapping his knuckles on your apartment door, he smiled as you greeted him with an excited hug. He couldn't help but look at your skirt, the way it enhanced your waistline, and how it fit just right on your thighs, its frills swaying with the sway of your hips-

"Pete? You coming or what?" You laughed, a hand on your room's door as you look over your shoulder with glinting eyes.

"Uh- uh yeah just a minute. Are your parents home?" He asked casually, following you to your room.

"Nah, they're out for tonight." You said, closing the door behind him.

"Oh that's good, which experiment were you- Uh, what are you doing?" He asked, his voice rising an octave as he saw you unbuttoning your shirt, moving your fingers in slow motion as if to tease him.

"I finished my homework yesterday Petey, that's not why I called you." You whispered, straddling his lap as you hold his face, eyes shining with mischief. He instantly felt his dick harden as you rubbed against him, face burning when you traced his cheekbones, kissing his nose and then his lips.

"What, Uh, what did you call me for then?" He stuttered, holding your waist through the skirt's thin material, fingers itching to tear it off you. His heart was racing and he wondered if you could hear it doing so.

"You know why, it's been so long and I miss you baby." You whined, pouting as he unzips your skirt, watching it slide down your thighs in rivulets. You clench your thighs against his waist, intertwining your toes as you felt the space between your legs starting to wet.

"You met me in school yesterday." He mumbled, puffing his cheeks as he strained to keep a straight face, not with you looking so pretty in just your bra and skirt.

You had been overwhelmingly horny the past few hours, craving for your boyfriend's touch, imagining the way he fucked you against your bed frame as it shook with his strength.

"You miss me huh?" He smirked, catching you off guard when he flipped you over, holding you down as he rocked his hips against yours, leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, reaching between your breasts and stopping a moment enough to hear you whine.

"I missed you so much and I want to fuck you now." You said, sucking a breath when he all but tore your bra, arching your back to let his fingers linger on you.

"Missed you too, missed all of you, missed your wet pussy. Wanna show my pretty girl how much I missed her." He growled, sucking on the sensitive skin of your nipple as he massaged your breasts.

"Already wet for me eh?" He whispered, nibbling at your ear as he slid his length into You, "Fuck baby such a tight pussy."

Quickly undressing himself, you openly drooled at how packed your boyfriend was. It was not the first time you would be doing… it together since your six month long relationship, but it was the first time you got to see his dominant side, and it turned you on.

"Mmhmm yeah, only cause your dick is practically blue." You moaned, hissing when he hit a sensitive spot.

"Fuck, oh shit go faster Peter- oh!" You hissed, your skin slapping with his as he thrusts into you with a gusto.

"You like that babygirl?" He asked, eyes scrunching as he threw his head back, feeling your walls clench against his dick as you moved with him.

"Yes! You're so good oh- I'm gonna cum Peter!" You panted, chest heaving as your stamina decreases with every push and pull, your hands fisted on your sheets hard enough for them to pull out of your mattress.

You saw him flush red, confusion showing on your face as you tilted your head, your almost orgasm forgotten as you held his cheek, "what happened?"

"I- you've never um, org-orgasmed before on me." He muttered, his pupils blown wide as he looks at you with the most innocent look ever, and you would have laughed had his dick still not been inside you, midway in the air, his butt held high above.

"Peter… are You, we've literally fucked so many times and you're getting flustered over me orgasming?" You chuckled, wiping away the sweat forming on his forehead.

"Yeah but you've never come on my bare dick before!" He countered, gulping as he saw you smirk.

"Everything has a first time doesn't it?" You say, picking yourself upright so that you were chest to chest now, your nipples hardening against his bare chest as you rubbed against him, "Wanna try something?"

Your hand slides down to his dick as he nodded a yes, slowly pumping his balls as you kiss his lips. You hear him moan tour name, the sounds sending wetness dripping down your thighs again. Ignoring your thighs, you bent down to lick the tip of his dick, slick with pre cum and bright pink.

"Is this okay?" You ask, swirling your tongue teasingly, wetting his already wet dick with your mouth as you sucked at it with a pop.

"This is amazing baby, keep going." He threw his head back, a growl emitting from deep inside his throat, "wow uhhh."

"Wow what Petey?"

"Wow you're- you're amazing. God I've- I understand why people like being on the receiving end of the job right now."

"Job?" You laughed, "hun this isn't a Job."

"You- you know what I mean!" He chuckled, shaking his head as you continued to suck on it.

"No I don't. Please enlighten me." You smiled, peeping from under your lashes as your tongue works through his hard member.

"I know you know." He whimpered, hands creeping up to his balls as he tried to take care of his blues.

"No. Lemme do it." You slapped his hands, snickering when he whined.

"Oh Tony wants to meet you by the way." He said suddenly, making you groan and fall back dramatically.

"You know I don't do family members Petey." You mumbled, pulling him down, his mouth immediately latching onto the underside of your breasts.

"But why? Am I- aren't we serious enough now?" He asked.

Your heart stuttered at the thought of meeting one of the most important people in his life other than May. You and May had already met (post an unfortunate...accident), not to mention he was freaking Iron Man!

"It's not that. It's just, what if he doesn't like me? Or black widow. I'm not your normal nerdy girl with A grades, what if they think I'm not good enough for you? Or that I'm violating you for Spider-Man? What if-"

"- baby I swear they'll love You! And if they don't then it's their loss, because no matter what you are, who you are friends with, how many A's you get or don't, you'll always be my girl." His voice was soft as his hands moved with featherlight movements, rubbing light circles on your waist, instantly relaxing you.

"Are you sure?" You said, biting your lips and fiddling with his hair. He gave another moan as your fingers played with his hair, scratching slightly behind his ear.

"Yes bub, they will love you. You're very important to me, you know that right?" He said.

"Even if I wear short skirts and hang out with jocks?" You giggled, resting your forehead on his toned chest, playing with his skin.

"Especially if you wear those short skirts." He smirked, making you roll your eyes as you slapped his chest slightly. Sighing, you kissed him again, rolling over so you were laid on top of him.

Wrapping your arms around him, you let yourself fall asleep, with his clothes in your room and hand in your hair.

***

Peter woke up the next morning, the incessant ringing of his phone working as an alarm.

Groaning he rolled over, careful as to not wake you up, squinting at the bright screen of his phone. Before he could cut the ringer though, it cut off on its own, only to be taken over by a text.

You didn't come home last night kiddo 😏

Shit.

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ariadne-does-her-best · 3 years ago

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Love in G Major

Dick Grayson x Reader One-Shot; Soulmate!Au

Word Count: 2,500+

Warnings: Kidnapping but nothing graphic happens

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my first time posting a fic so characters may be a little OOC. Please let me know if you guys liked this and if you want to, feel free to send a request! Also, I might make a series of Soulmate! Aus since I have a good idea for Jasons thought out. xo, Ariadne

Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmate, you’re one of the lucky ones to receive a physical sign of your soulmate in the form of a timer counting down to when you’ll meet. But after being kidnapped by the Riddler, hours before you’re supposed to meet them, you can only pray that the Riddler of all people isn’t your soulmate.

Five hours.

You swayed to the rich sound of your cello, eyes closed, as you shifted your hand down into fourth position. You rested for a beat before going down bow, still doing vibrato even after the piece was done. The audience waited for a sign that you were done with the piece, be it that your hand stopped moving or you physically stood up and told them to clap. Instead, you opened your eyes and smiled as the diners took their cue to start clapping before inclining your head in thanks as you waited for the applause to die down.

It was a normal Saturday at the small but expensive Italian restaurant you performed at. You weren’t supposed to be there since you had requested to take today off but the owner had still put you down to play during half of the two-hour live performance time slot. At the end of the day, money was money and who were you to ever say no to the thousands you always received in tips. After all, you could only think about the new bow you could buy with the money. Which would lead to you sounding better, getting more gigs, and making more money. The process was like a cycle, really.

After the applause stopped and those who were up putting money in your jar had sat down in their seats, you sat back down and started playing Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1, Prelude. You could hear the pianist who was supposed to take over for the rest of the night setting up, his hands flipping through his many copies of sheet music.

Aside from the sounds of cutlery and the wisps of conversation, there was not much noise other than the smooth sound of your cello. But even if there were no noises, something still bothered you.

At first, it wasn’t that bad. You could feel someone staring at you, which was normal since you were performing on a stage with your whole being on display, but it was longer and more intense than normal. Letting your eyes wander around the crowded restaurant, your eyes locked onto a pair of green eyes. You smiled slightly at the young girl before wincing as the slight burning of your wrist got worse. You continued playing, closing your eyes as you tried to ignore the burning of your timer. Your soulmate timer.

You were one of the lucky individuals who had a visible connection to their soulmate. Instead of feeling a spark whenever you touch your soulmate, like your neighbors do, or being able to finally see color when you touch your soulmate, like your parents, you were one of the few lucky ones who could count down to the precise moment when you would meet your soulmate. And that was exactly what you did. When you were thirteen and your parents had explained your soulmate mark to you, the first thing you did was calculate when you would meet your soulmate according to your timer and write it down in your diary.

It was impossible for you to ignore the burning on your wrist, impossible for you to not grin as you played. But your grin was wiped off when you heard glass shatter and a scream.

Four hours.

You had no idea where you were but judging by the smell of the place and the fact that two men wearing green suits with question marks were staring at you, you were not at the restaurant.

‘At least I still have my cello,’ you thought as you pulled against the ropes that tied you against a pillar. The henchmen were talking between themselves as they approached the pillar where you were tied. They started untying you from the pillar and you took this opportunity to suddenly stand up and run.

You heard one of the henchmen curse but you ran in random zigzag lines towards where the door was. It was weird that the henchmen didn’t shoot at you or even attempt to stop you. But you ignored the niggling in the back of your mind. Wrenching the door open, you looked back at where your cello lay and turned back around to walk towards your freedom.

Except it wasn’t your freedom, it was the Riddler in his forest green suit and bowler combo. A rather tacky-looking combo in your opinion but hey, you weren’t going to be the one to break the news to a murderous criminal. He looked up at your sudden entrance and smiled.

“Here she is,” he said, yanking you into the room where the guests of the restaurant were tied onto the seats of an auditorium. You shivered as the cold air hit you and you looked around the room, taking in the TV production set up and the large stage that covered up more than half of the room there.

The Riddler dragged you up onto the stage, and you couldn’t help but wince as the harsh lights burned your eyes.

“What am I doing on stage,” you asked the Riddler as you covered your eyes with your hands. The Riddler’s smile became somehow larger, looking rather comical for a second before becoming more uncomfortable to look at. “Riddle me this,” the Riddler started as he pushed you down onto a chair, “what is it that cannot open any locks and yet has 24 keys?”

Your eyes furrowed in confusion as you rubbed at your wrist, the burning sensation somehow getting worse.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled as a minute passed.

“Well, if you don’t know, why don’t we give you a little motivation to figure out the right answer?”

And with that, the Riddler drew out a gun and pointed it at the closest person seated at the stage, the pianist. At this point, you could hear the sobs wracking through his body and you thought about his elderly parents who depended on him to pay for their surgeries. You don’t know how you could live with his blood on your hands.

“Wait, I have the answer,” you cried out, reaching out to grab the Riddler’s elbow but stopping. Something told you that that wouldn’t be a good idea and he might take that opportunity to shoot you.

“Well, do go on.”

“It’s music,” you said, staring at the deranged man’s face. He broke into peals of laughter, clapping his hands, as he tried to settle himself. It was unnerving how he could flip the switch easily from being a man ready to kill another to laughing as if you were the funniest person on Earth.

“That’s correct. And with that, let us start the games.”

Three hours.

After asking you his initial riddle, the Riddler had quickly set up a broadcast to be shown to all of Gotham, using the footage that one of his henchmen had taken of him questioning you as the intro.

“Batman, I have two riddles for you,” he said, addressing the camera. If you weren’t stuck on stage with two guns pointed at you as you tuned a somewhat cheap cello, you would have sighed. Why couldn’t he also include picture puzzles or something else for once? But you were stuck on stage so you just carefully tuned the instrument, hoping that none of the guards took your movement as you tuned as a sign of your sad attempt at running away.

“There are as many constellations in the sky as there are keys in a piano. What number am I? There you will find the answer to, ‘What is it that makes songs but you will never hear it sing?’ You have an hour to find them before I start playing my little game.”

As if that's your cue, one of the gunmen poked your back and you tensed, surprised by how cold the metal was through your sweater. You quickly quit your tuning and started playing the op. 88, hoping that maybe Batman or Robin would recognize it. It would probably be difficult for them to recognize since they probably weren’t as necessarily as interested in music as you were. And if they were, it’d probably be a little difficult to hear and piece together the piece since you were playing more stiffly than your usual languid movements.

You just hoped that they could understand the Riddler’s riddle and show up to save the night.

Two hours.

An hour has passed of you sitting in your seat playing your cello. Your butt was stiff from the hard chair, your back hurt from your stiff posture, and your wrist was burning pretty badly. At the thought of your wrist, your mind recoiled slightly. What if your soulmate was one of the Riddler’s henchmen? Or the Riddler himself? The thought of it made you want to puke.

“Well Gotham,” the Riddler said, standing in front of the mic as he paused to look dramatically at the camera. “Batman still hasn’t arrived yet so I will be starting my game. And today we have a very special guest that will be playing with me.”

At this, the goons started applauding and you heard a child in the audience cry even louder.

“Our special guest is the one and only (Y/N) (L/N) who has been playing such lovely music for us during our broadcast.”

You sat in your chair, music forgotten as another stage light shone on you.

“Now come on (Y/N), don’t be shy. I know that I’m somewhat of a local celebrity but I don’t bite.”

You shivered under the Riddler’s gaze and got up, trying your best not to stumble as you walked towards him. Your breathing was labored now and the closer you got to the Riddler, the more you felt like you were going to faint.

“(Y/N) here is going to play a simple game. She’s going to play a song that shows up in the cards,” he held up a large stack of index cards and fanned them out on the podium. The crying from the audience became even louder, with ‘Please, no’s mixed in. You turned to watch the small girl from the restaurant being dragged onto the stage, the bright lights highlighting the tears running down her face.

“And if (Y/N) here cannot play the song or if she plays even a single note or rhythm incorrectly, little Bella here will be dunked into this vat of water. For each mistake, she will be kept there for thirty seconds longer.”

You watched in horror as the girl was dragged towards what looked like a giant hole in the ground filled with water. She struggled against her restraints as she cried, her bleary eyes focused on something over your shoulder. You looked over in the corner of your eye and saw the familiar red and yellow of Robin.

As you turned around to shake the Riddler’s hand in acceptance of the rules, you curled your hand in a fist.

“Let the game begin,” he shouted, smiling at the camera before he went to choose a card.

“I’m sorry but we’re going to have to change the rules,” you said before pulling back your fist and punching him in the jaw.

One hour.

You were hiding in the corner of the stage, hidden by the curtains as you tried to untie Bella. The poor girl was trying to hold her sobs in but some still escaped, sounding misplaced in the sounds of Batman and Robin beating the Riddler & co. into oblivion.

You shushed her and tried to twist the rope and push it through the knot when a birdarang flew through the gap of the curtains and sliced your cheek along with the stray strands of hair nearby before hitting the wood paneling behind you. You ignored the blood that was slowly dripping down your face before grabbing the birdarang. You probably grabbed it wrong since it cut the palm of your hand, making you curse under your breath as you started sawing through the multiple knots in the ropes around Bella’s hands and feet.

Once she was free, the little girl tried to get up and run but you grabbed her, putting a finger up to your mouth and cupping a hand behind your ear, whispering “listen.”

You both sat there, listening to the sounds of Robin giggling as he punched someone. You furrowed your brow at that, wondering who exactly was the boy crazy enough to dress up as a traffic signal and fight crime with an equally weird man dressed as a bat.

You slowly started standing up once the sounds of Robin’s laughter had receded before holding a hand out to Bella. The young girl grabbed your hand and you both started edging your way off of the stage area where the fighting was taking place and towards her parents. Batman and Robin were tying people up when you finally found Bella’s father, the sound of the GCPD’s sirens in the background becoming louder and louder as they came closer.

As you and the other hostages made your way out, making sure to jump across the dock to the other side so you don’t fall into the disgusting water down below, you felt someone grab your wrist. You turned and smiled at Bella’s father.

“Why don’t you go and seek some medical assistance?”

“I will sir,” you replied before making your way to the paramedics, letting them fuss over your cuts. You could see Batman speaking to Commissioner Gordon but you couldn’t see Robin near them.

“I think you have something of mine,” Robin said with a grin as he held his hand towards you. You were surprised to see him in front of you but you smiled at him confused.

“I don’t know what you’re…,” you trailed off when you looked down to where he was pointing to see that you were still holding his birdarang.

“Oh. Well, I don’t know… maybe I should keep it. Something to remind me of this day,” you teased as you held up the birdarang so it was eye-level.

“Alright, you can keep it. Just don’t tell Batsie,” he said with a wink, causing you to giggle. “I’m sorry for cutting you.”

“It’s fine,” you said, wincing as the burning on your wrist became worse. Robin also gave out a hiss of pain at the same time as you, causing you to both stare at each other. You reached your hand out towards him slowly, letting your hands ghost over his cheekbones slightly when you felt the telltale cooling sensation of your wrist.

“Let’s go talk somewhere else,” he said, and you nodded, following behind him to an empty alleyway.

“Let me introduce myself again,” he started taking off his mask, “I’m Dick Grayson.”

You were met with the most beautiful pair of lilac-blue eyes, causing you to catch your breath in the back of your throat.

“And I’m (Y/N).”

“Why don’t we get out of here and get to know each other better, princess?”

“I would like that, love bird.”

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r3almellow · 4 years ago

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The Last Night (Lucifer x F!MC)

My first commissioned story yaaaay! Honestly really nervous about posting this. Not only is this my first time writing for Lucifer, but I don’t want to disappoint the amazing anon who commissioned this! Hope you enjoy this read!

As always I apologize for any typos! I’ve read this thing over so many times, so I hope its all readable!

Summary: Its her last night in Devildom and the stubborn little human still had a few things she had left to accomplish.

Series: Obey Me

Word Count: 2701

Warning: NSFW

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“Do you really want to make a pact with me? Truly?”

Lucifer had asked her this just moments ago already knowing the self-willed human wanted nothing more than to add him to her growing list of demons she conquered. He was ashamed to admit that he wanted to be on that list.

But, if he was going to do this, he was going to do this on his terms. Lucifer refused to be lumped up with his brothers and seen as just another demon she could control. If she was to take him on, there would be no question as to who owned who. She was going to give herself to him in exchange for the power he possessed. It was a fair trade off.

With the pact made and her time in Devildom coming to an end in just a few hours, that should have been the end of it. She returns to her room and he returns to slaving over paperwork until the next day. That’s what was supposed to happen and just like with everything else, she pulled something Lucifer didn’t expect.

When her lips brushed against his, she made it abundantly clear her intentions were more than just to make a pact with him.

And that’s what led them to his room, their mouths locked in a passionate kiss.

His kisses were patient yet eager for more while hers were sweet and timid but explorative. He could tell she was holding back for reasons that were lost to him.

“Where did all that spark go?” He whispered, peppering kisses down the base of her neck.

“I’ve…I’ve never…” She trailed off, too caught up with the sensation of his lips gently sucking on her skin.

Ah, so that’s what it was.

As usual she jumped headfirst into something not knowing that the repercussions of her actions would lead to this. It was foolish, but he did admire her for her efforts.

Lucifer couldn’t tell when last he had done something like this with another. It felt like months or maybe even years had passed by. Asmodeus often joked, whenever he thought Lucifer wasn’t within earshot, that Lucifer’s uptightness had everything to do with his lack of sexual release.

What his lecherous sibling failed to understand was that Lucifer too had urges. These urges he was very good at suppressing, but even he had moments of weakness. While he didn’t act on these feelings with another too often, there were nights he spent alone relying on his hands for the release he desperately needed. Those nights became frequent when a certain human entered his home. The number of times he had thought about her in such an indecent manner was honestly shameful.

Lucifer pulled back and hooked a gloved finger under her chin not giving her the chance to look away. He grazed her bottom lip with his thumb.

“You shouldn’t tempt fate like this if you’re not going to give it your all.”

This was his way of giving her an out. She had the chance to backdown, walk out of his room and they never speak of this again. Lucifer wouldn’t blame her if she did just that, but he knew all too well that she was too stubborn for her own good.

She looked at him hesitantly for a moment before taking his lingering thumb into her mouth. Taking a bit of the fabric from his glove between her teeth, she pulled back taking the glove with her with little to no resistance from Lucifer. With his bare hand revealed she dropped the glove from her mouth and looked back at him with eyes filled with a purity that did not match the current mood.

How could she look at him so innocently? There was something within Lucifer that made him want to take that innocence away. He wanted to twist it and turn into something only he knew how to control, but he couldn’t. She wasn’t ready for that.

“Tempting fate got me this far, so I really can’t complain.” She replied with a small smile that had a hint of devilry behind it.

He chuckled at her words. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in her retort as if the Avatar of Pride wasn’t seconds away from bending her to his will. She really was a peculiar human.

“You fail to understand what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“That’s kind of my thing, is it not?” So, she was aware of her annoyingly intrusive behavior. Nonetheless, that was the permission he needed.

Removing his other glove and loosening his tie, Lucifer leaned in to capture her lips again. She moaned into the kiss as she instinctively enfolded her arms around his neck. He hoisted her up by her waist forcing her to wrap her legs around him as he carried her over to the bed.

He laid her onto the mattress the satin sheets dipping and wrinkling under her body, lips still on hers.

Lucifer pulled away to remove the clothes that confined his torso, revealing his toned body. She absentmindedly reached out to lightly trace the outline of his abs completely entranced by the up-close view of his body. While Lucifer was not on the same level of Beelzebub with his physique, he did pride himself on his appearance.

He grasped the hem of her blouse, breaking her from her trance. Pulling it over her head revealed an intricately laced black and red bra. It was an interesting choice in color that made Lucifer wonder if this too was a part of her plan.

It was a shame he had to rid her of the beautiful garment, but he had his sights on something far more enticing.

With the bra discarded and her breasts on full display, Lucifer was in awe at the sight before him. Her flushed breasts and fully erect nipples lying in wait to be caressed and teased.

It didn’t take long for the nervousness to reach her and she quickly covered herself. Lucifer suppressed the urge to chuckle. It was cute to think she was embarrassed when he found her so beautiful.

“Don’t hide yourself from me.” His voice was soft as he gently took her wrists, pulling her arms away from her chest. Lucifer glanced over her body once more then cupped one of her breasts giving it a firm squeeze.

“Something so perfect deserves to be seen.” He kissed her.

“To be touched.” Another kiss came.

“To be defiled by me…” He felt her shiver at that last part. Was there something within her that grew giddy at the thought of him having her in the most sinful of ways? What exactly was she imagining?

His lips moved from hers, down to where her neck and shoulder met, then came the lightly dusted kisses as he continued to make his way down.

He felt her chest rise and fall in a labored motion that matched her anticipating breath as he reached her breasts.

Without hesitating, Lucifer took a breast into his mouth, lightly sucking on the tender nipple, earning him a small gasp from her in response. He felt her hands run through his hair as he moved from one breast to the other, leaving bite marks in his wake. Every so often her caresses stop at the feel of his teeth teasingly graze her sensitive flesh.

His hand trailed down her body, fingers slipping past the waistband of her shorts and panties. Almost instantly, his fingers were coated with her juices. He had barely touched her and yet she was already this wet?

She pressed her legs together, trapping him between legs. Lucifer looked up from his place between her breasts in annoyance.

“What did I tell you about hiding?”

“I know, bu-”

Her words were cut short once she felt the pads of his finger brushing against her clit.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I will go no further.” Again, he was giving her a chance to end this.

She said nothing, the expression on her face contemplative. A few seconds passed before she had made a choice. Leaning up she clutched the sides of her shorts and underwear attempting to pull them down. Lucifer helped tossing her clothes to the floor. Now, she was completely bare before him with her legs parted slightly.

Beautiful failed to describe the sight in front of Lucifer. He had the perfect view of the wetness between her legs which was nice, but he personally loved being able to see her body in a way that no one else had seen. While the room itself was dimly lit, Lucifer relished in the fact that every dip and curve of her body was on full display for him to marvel at.

She shifted awkwardly under his burning gaze.

“Stop staring so much…”

“How can one enjoy art without appreciating every visual detail?” She opened her mouth with a remark at the ready but stopped at the sudden intrusion of his finger that slipped between her folds.

Slowly and carefully his fingers danced along her most sensitive area. Her back arched, hips steadily moving against his hand. She was like a piano, reacting to the slightest touch and emitting music that only he had the pleasure of producing.

Just how far could he push his beautiful instrument?

He moved up pressing his lips to her ear.

“Tell me…” He whispered in a husky tone.

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” There was a chance that unlike Lucifer she never laid in bed with impure thoughts that left her body wanting to be touched in ways that go beyond simple brushes against skin, but Lucifer refused to believe that. Humans weren’t immune to desires. Those desires were why she was in his bed, after all.

“N-n…” Lucifer could hear the denial coming and his hand stilled inside of her. She whined trying to move her hips to fuck herself against his finger. A cute attempt, but he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted until he got his answer. He removed his hand completely from between her legs.

“Answer. If you lie, you’ll be punished.” It was in her best interest to respond to his inquiry. She knew all too well that there was no bluffing when it came to Lucifer giving punishments.

“Yes…” She breathed out.

Satisfied with her answer, Lucifer continued this time adding a second finger. He deemed it a reward for her honesty, but it was pure torture for her.

“When was the last time?” He asked, gently rubbing his thumb against her clit. She looked as if formulating a coherent sentence was next to impossible, but he was going to get an answer one way or another.

His movements slowed.

“I’m waiting.”

“T-this morning…” Fuck. Lucifer felt the painful reminder of need within his pants growing stronger.

Where was she? In bed? In the shower? Was it right before breakfast? The reason for the awkward glances she shot him at the breakfast table was starting to make sense.

While distracted Lucifer failed to notice that the cheeky little human’s deft hands were reaching for what laid just under pants. She cupped him feeling just how hard he was causing the unsuspecting demon to wince at the contact. He moved away partly sad at the sudden loss of contact, but determined to do things his way.

“Not like this.” Was all he said before sitting upright to remove his last bit of clothing. In no time at all, his cock sprang from its confines of his removed trousers. She looked at his erection in awe probably wondering where it had been hiding this whole time. Lucifer felt a sense of pride as she looked him over completely speechless.

The curious woman made a motion to reach for his throbbing member, wanting to feel the warmth of his shaft pulsating in her hands. Lucifer grabbed her hand, pinning it over her head.

“I didn’t say you could touch, but I suppose I could let it slide just this once. However, we’re doing this my way. Do you understand?” She could only nod not wanting to battle him. Lucifer smiled inwardly. She was a good little human when she wanted to be, but that wasn’t why Lucifer took interest in her.

Resting between her legs, he rubbed himself against her entrance, coating his member with her juices. He had to remember to take it easy with her. Not only was this her first time, but humans were fragile creatures. There was no telling how much her body could take if he went overboard.

“All I need you to do is breathe.” That was the only advice he could give her. In truth, Lucifer had never been with a virgin before, but he did know they required gentleness and care.

He moved forward, slowly sheathing himself inside of her.

Lucifer watched as her eyes closed, and eyebrows knitted together at the feel of his girth stretching her walls. He could tell she was in pain, but the way her face contorted showed a hint of gratification.

Lucifer, too, had to take a moment to get his bearings. Not even all the way in and she felt so tight around him, squeezing his shaft to the point where he felt like he was ready for release in that moment. Had it really been that long since he had felt the touch of another so intimately?

Lucifer had no time to question it further for the woman under him started moving her hips to feel the rest of him. She must have gotten used to his size or she wouldn’t have been so brazen.

He was going to have to teach her a lesson.

Lucifer grabbed her hips forcing her to stop. He pulled himself back, with just the head of his dick still buried within her.

“Have you not learned that such impatience will get you into trouble?”

He wasn’t going to wait for a response. He thrusted roughly into her, filling her pussy with his cock. So much for taking it easy….

The woman cried out her back arching, head falling back against the pillow and a pleasurable pain rippling through her body. He wanted to hear her make that sound again. He wanted to hear it over and over until her voice grew hoarse and her body was spent.

Lucifer couldn’t help but groan as she involuntarily squeezed him in response to his torturous efforts. He didn’t mind feeling the repercussions of his actions, though, especially if it meant that he could make her crumble beneath him.

He was more than prepared to go down with her in this heated battle between their bodies.

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“Do I really have to go?” She asked quietly as she laid against her lover’s chest.

Lucifer tried not to think about her departure that was fast approaching. He didn’t like remembering that in just a few short hours she would leave his side. Lucifer had forgotten what life was like before she entered his life and as much as he tried to deny it, the very thought of her no longer being in his presence did weigh on him.

“With the exchange program finished, it only makes sense for you to return home… No matter how unfortunate that is.” He was surprised by the disappointed that emitted from his voice.

She looked over at him with a knowing grin.

“Is that your way of saying you’ll miss me?” He could practically feel the smugness radiating off her as she playfully nudged him.

“Perhaps…” She snickered at his admission and nudged him again.

She was too comfortable with being in the company of demons or she wouldn’t be as mischievous as she was now. Maybe they were rubbing off on her and she needed a small reminder that tangling with him could very well be her downfall.

Lucifer rolled over, pinning her to the bed with an annoyed look etched onto his face. He pressed himself against her, his hardened cock lay present on her stomach.

“Since you have so much energy then we should put it to better use?”

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DONE!

Fun fact! The original fic was well over 3K words because I have no self control! Anways, I really hope you all enjoyed the read!

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